#emma and yann are bros

[izacore]

[danasmonster]

Comparing the SKAM remakes: ISAK Part II

Lucas (SKAM France)

Some of the differences:

I love that Lucas seems a bit softer than Isak. For instance, he didn’t panic and hide the weed at the party in the first ep, it fell out of his pocket. 

I like that he doesn’t just dismiss the girl squad the way Isak did (excepting Sana). 

His scene with the guys watching the girls dance seemed much more awkward and out of character than it did for Isak because he seems like he’s just genuinely a nice person, where Isak’s flaws had a few more sharp edges. 

I also really love the entire 6th episode because it explores Lucas’ developing relationship with the members of the Girl Squad, a relationship that was missing from the OG. 

There is a little more homophobia in this one than OG. For instance, there is a lot of calling Lucas gay as a joke before he came out and his dad told him not to bring his boyfriend to church because it might upset his mom. Also I really liked that we got to see Lucas have an actual in-person conversation with his mom. 

Favorite scenes: 

THE FIRST TIME ELIOTT SAW LUCAS! I love when there is foreshadowing like this at the end of the previous seasons!!!

When Lucas is playing the piano for Eliott. This was very Noora/William-esque. I loved it so much I added the melody (I Love You by RIOPY) it to my SKAM playlist on Spotify. 

The hardcore staring while making out with their respective dates at the party is always a favorite, and I felt like this one was particuarly intense

https://youtu.be/fw94vyoVxFk

The BRIDGE SCENE was the best! I loved everything about it - the flashlight, the rain . . .  la perfection. Another song (Last Dance by Scratch Massive) added to my SKAM playlist.

The quiet conversation they have in bed (pre-yellow curtains convo) after their first night together

ALL THE SCENES about raccoon Eliott and Hedgehog Lucas - I’m glad I’m not the only one to have noticed Lucas’ hair choices

As heartbreaking as it is, the scene where Lucas unwittingly confides to Eliott that he doesn’t speak to his mother because he doesn’t need crazy people in his life is also always a favorite of mine

The scene where Yann calls Lucas out on his bullshit

“I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s not only your parents . . . You’re here, going through phases. You say you have problems, you don’t even wanna talk about it. We’re here, like fools waiting for you to explain to us. But we’re not gonna beg you . . . And stop apologizing. That’s enough. Either you tell us, or you make your things right. We don’t give a fuck about your excuses. We just want you to be better, bro, and stop acting like an idiot. So if you want to talk, we’re here. If you don’t want to, you solve your things and come back to us later. Alright?”

The scene in episode six where he and Manon just cuddle and cry together in the dark

The whole conversation Lucas has with Mickaël (Eskild), Manon (Noora), and Lisa (Linn) on the couch when he is bawling his eyes out and they are telling him everything is going to be OK.

“Lucas, a closet is dark, narrow, and it smells. You have no reason to go back in there, so be at ease with yourself, alright? Live your life. And anyone who has a problem with that, fuck them. Fuck them, alright?” -  Mickaël

When Yann apologized to Lucas for having teasingly called him "gay" for years as a joke. I loved that character growth when he realized that his actions had made Lucas feel like he couldn't come out to him and so he apologized for it.

When Lucas and Emma get drunk with Manon after Manon confesses the reason she left London

Lucille’s monologue in the final episode regarding Eliott

You’re not a passing craze. And of course he’s capable of love. I would know about that. But that also means you have responsibilities now. Be patient, first of all. Because you won’t understand everything, or get it right on the first try. And it will be okay. Be understanding, get information, read. Ask him questions, too, when he’s in the mood to answer them. Try not to rush him. If he wants to sleep, let him sleep. If he doesn’t want to talk, don’t make him. There will be moments where all you’ll be able to do is just look at him, and you’ll feel powerless. But that’s the way it is. Watch out for signs, too. When he’s not doing well, or when he’s doing too well. You won’t be able to do much about it, but at least you’ll be ready. Finally, just be there for him. But only when he wants it or needs you to be. And when he doesn’t want it or need it, wait for him. Because he’ll always come back to you. And most importantly, Lucas . . . enjoy the good moments. There will be good moments. Plenty of them, even. And those moments will make the other ones worth it. You’ll see, - Lucille

Things I missed:

Yonas’ easy acceptance of his best friend’s coming out. Honestly Yann dropped a boatload of points for creating the unnecessary drama. “I need some time.” WTF.

The scene with the boy squad sitting around the table when they all gave Isak dating advice. France tried to recreate it with the scene in the common room but it didn’t quite hit the same way. 

Girl’s Squad Highlights

When they convince Chris' boyfriend that all periods that occur while on the pill are fake, and that they use fake blood from the pharmacy

A Shout Out for Basile & Daphne (Magnus & Vilde)

Ah, Basile. I am both annoyed by and enamored with the way he is totally, grossly, inappropriately (but in an adorably puppy like way) crushing on Daphne. The scene where he sniffs her hair is adorable. He would totally let her put him on a leash. He thinks she’s absolutely perfect even when she is being completely imperfect and I love it. 

[warning-fandom-obsessed]

Jonas x Eva pairings ranked by whether i think they should get back together (i haven’t seen Skam Austin pls don’t kill me)

1. Jonas and Hanna

They are sweet wholesome darlings who make each other better (after season 1 because let’s be honest s1 is a shitshow for all of them). They are also dumbasses and I’m a sucker for a good dumbass. Their breakup at the end of s1 emotionally scarred me. I actually teared up. Now they’re back together and I couldn’t be happier for them. They are one of the few couples on this list who i can genuinely see growing up and getting married and having 2.5 kids and absolutely loving their sickeningly domestic lifestyle.

2.Giovanni and Eva

They’re my parents. I love them. They clearly still love each other (I haven’t yet watched s3 so pls don’t kill me if i’ve not caught up). They both deserve the happiness they bring one another and they’ve both grown considerably since they broke up, to the point where i think they’re mature enough to work through rough patches together unlike before. The only other couple on the list that I could see growing up and getting married. Think about it, family holidays to Bracciano maybe with a rugrat or two playing with them in the lake. It’s an idyllic image. They’d be so happy.

3. Kes and Isa

Underrated couple dynamic: dumbass stoner with a heart of gold no. 1 and dumbass stoner with a heart of gold no. 2. They are cuties. And I’m not just saying this because I’m in love with Isa and want her to be happy but also because I’m in love with kes and want him to be happy. And they make each other happy. Also Isa’s cheeks are very squishable and I appreciate that Kes takes the opportunity to squish them whenever he can. Also he was going to go down on her in the cabin episode and for that he has my respect more than any of the other s1 jonas’s in that department.

4. Jonas and Eva

Ah, yes, the dysfunctional dumbasses that started it all. jk i love them with all my heart. And I do think they should’ve gotten together eventually. And, yeah, they did, but idk their reunion at the end of s4 felt kinda rushed?? but i don’t doubt that if they were given ample time to flesh out their respective stories at that point in time, i could totally see it happening. Now that they have grown, they are much better for each other than before. Not to mention that they make each other laugh and i’m a sucker for laughter. Wouldn’t be too sad if they didn’t tho as long as they made Eva canonically bi - pls just make Eva bi im begging.

5. Jorge and Eva

Okay imma be completely honest, Skam Espana isn’t my favourite remake (no shade it just didn’t settle in my bones the way my favourites did and i have yet to watch season 3) and i barely remember s1 but what i do remember is being so heartbroken when jorge revealed why he was with the ingrid character (i’ve forgotten her name and am too tired to look it up) because he was being so sweet and eva had fucked up so badly. I feel like Eva needs more time to grow before they get back together - if they do - but (from what i remember) she clearly seems to be trying not to think about how much she misses him during s2 and so it’s difficult to deny that feelings are still there.

6. Jens and Jana

Look, I’ve only recently started to come around to liking Jana again (I went through a period of disliking her considerably - i found her irritating and childish and she reminded me of all the people i hated at school) but now that I’ve realised she’s actually a dumbass who has no idea what she’s doing 80% of the time and who just wants to be there for her friends but isn’t always entirely sure how, I’m starting to love her. Seeing her and Jens interact properly again in wtFOCKDOWN has been very vindicating for me because Jens said something that I completely agree with. They shouldn’t get back together. They are always going to love each other - what they had was incredibly special to them - but they weren’t good as a couple and they shouldn’t try again. Jana should knit him a BFF scarf.

7. Yann and Emma

Bros. I love them both to bits, but my babies Yann and Emma were an appalling couple. Yann was an asshole to her and Emma was so insecure and unhappy the entire time. Unlike with some of the others, I felt as though the bad times they had tainted the good ones, rather than the good ones making the bad times seem not so bad. Since they broke up, Emma has come out of her shell so my and has become the gangly giraffe lady with a penchant for drinking a little too much and avoiding doing work that we know and adore today. Yann is so much less of an asshole now and has turned into a dude i’d genuinely like to hang out with. I love them separately. I love them as friends. Like I said, they’re bros. They have a solid platonic bromance going on and if skam france tries to get them back together at the end I swear to god I’m going to riot

[carolbivers]

"I'm so fucking happy you're okay meuf!!" Jo says as she arrives with Max and Sekou at the hippodrome. She jumps up and hugs Lola, clinging on to her for way to long. For the past hour it was just lola, Elliot and the gang there, preparing everything for the movie showing, but now other people had started to show up, including the girl gang, some of elliot's college friends (Elliot actually had friends! Lola never doubted it. How could he not?) and, of course, lamif.

Lola was very happy to see the three of them and she couldn't stop smiling. After Jo finally let go she spotted Elliot and jumped on to him as well, as Max smiled at Lola shyly and gave her a warm hug. "It's so good to see you", he said. "I really hope you're doing better". Lola smiled and they let go and she gave him a smile as it was Sekou's turn for a hug. Jo let go of Elliot and started blabbing about him and his movie and that Friday and how excited she was to work with him, without noticing behind her that Arthur, Basile and Yann were staring at this weird girl that was obviously obsessed with Elliot, while Lucas was standing next to them laughing and exchanging looks with Elliot, who was laughing too.

"What the fuck is happening, man?" Yann asked Lucas and the other too looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"Elliot has a fan!" Lucas said happily. "She's a friend of Lola's. I think they met threw the urbex thing".

"Oh, that's right!" Bas said. "Daphne told me something about that too! So she's a friend of Maya as well?"

"Wait.. Who is Maya? What is the urbex thing?" Asked a very confused Arthur. "Gosh, I feel like I've missed everything because of the fucking bac!"

They laughed. "It's okay man! It's all over now and we get to chill." said Yann and put an arm around Lucas and Arthur that were sitting next to him on each side.

"Exactly! And now, that you're gonna be an amazing and brilliant graphic designer, everything will be amazing and we'll never miss a thing again!" Baz said and hugged Arthur.

Elliot walked towards the gang with Jo still babbling walking behind him and Max, Sekou and Lola, laughing while following them.

"So!" said Elliot, excited. "Max, Sekou, Jo, this is Yann, Arthur, Baz, and Lucas, my boyfriend. Guys, these are the kids that helped me with the filming-"

Elliot wasnt able to finish his sentence as Jo's screaming interrupted him.

"LUCAS!!" she screamed and jumped on him, hugging him very tight. "You have no idea how much I've heard about you!! You're, like, a legend! I was really jealous of you in the beginning, but after Elliott's stories I love you!" she said and continued talking while the rest of them laughed. Baz got up and looked at Sekou and Max, with his weird fake strict look.

" So, mecs! You are friends of Lola, right?" he said, as the other two nodded. "Well, you know who I am, right?" he asked, and they shook their heads. "What??" he said, disappointed. "Well, I'm like, Lola's official older brother. I'm dating her sister, you see. Ah, look there", he pointed, " the beautiful one with the long, blonde hair. So, if you ever mess with Lola.." he looked at them seriously, "I probably can't take you, let's be real, but look at my gang over here, we are ninjas and we'll find you!! Check de gang, mecs!" He said and the gang ignored him. Lola laughed and she though Basil's and Jo would be so much fun as friends. " Thanks, big bro" she said jokingly and Baz looked at her with so much love in his eyes that he immediately needed a hug, even though he waited for Lola to nod a yes. They hugged tightly, and when they let go Basile almost had literal tears in his eyes.

After that, Lola let the gang and la mif mix and walked towards her sister, who was chatting with her friends.

"Salut!" Lola said. "How are you girls?"

"oh, meuf, we were just talking about how Manon and Charles broke up!" Emma said.

"Emma! You can't tell this to everyone! It literally just happened!" Alexia said.

"it's okay, it's okay!" Manon interrupted. "It was a long time coming. Like, a long,long time. I tried to ignore all the shitty things that he said or did, because I was so in love with him. But in the end, it wasn't worth it. The love faded away and his true colours were just more and more obvious. And I completely lost sight of who I am all this time. He literally stands for everything I hate. I thought that I was in the wrong for so long, that I had my standards too high, but I just couldn't do it anymore. So I'm actually really relieved, and really happy". She smiled.

"that's great, Manon." Emma said. "I mean, sad, but great. You should just be happy.

"Yeah! And if he doesn't make you happy, then fuck him! I never liked him anyway", Imane said.

"Anyway, can we talk about you trip to Morocco?' said Manon to Imane. "Are you excited?"

"So excited! I can't wait" Imane said and smiled at Sofianne who was looking at her from a few meters away.

"Can we also talk about Alexia?" Daphne said. "Our brilliant, multi talented girl! Lola, did you know she is taking a gap year, travelling the world, because the girl is too good at too many things to decide right now what she wants to do?"

Alexia smiled and blushed a little. "Oh, stop it!"

"No, girl, that's really cool!" Lola said. "Are you traveling alone?"

"Yeah, mostly. I just really need to see other cultures and places, meet new people, you know? Get inspired. Emma, who is also kinda lost, though in a different way, is gonna come to a couple of places with me, and these other ones are gonna visit some times, and Arthur will probably come to a place or to at some point. He also wants to travel."

"oh, Arthur? Didn't you guys use to date?" Lola asked.

Alexia smiled. "Yes, and it ended in a disaster. Honestly, I'll always love him, you know? Even if it is just as a friend. But who knows? Maybe everyone deserves a second chance. But also, how cool would it be if I got myself an international girlfriend?" The girls laughed and Daphne pulled Lola aside to talk.

"How are you doing today?" she asked Lola.

"Better", she replied. "Taking it slow, you know? I actually cannot wait to meet my new therapist, which is weird for me. But I think I'm ready. Ready to talk. Ready to take all the help I can get."

Daphne smiled. "I'm really proud of you, Lola."

"that's bullshit. You have nothing to be proud. All I have done so far is create problems. With you, with Maya, with Lucas, with Elliot.. I literally run away, like, a few days ago".

"Yeah, but did you see anyone mad at you? Nobody is mad at you, Lola. Sure, you have done some things that weren't great. But youve apologised and we understand. It's okay. We're all here for you. You know I'm not perfect either. But as long as you're staying strong, I'll stay strong."

"You are the strongest person I've ever met".

"I'm not that strong. But having you helps a lot. And I also wanted to tell you something else. I finally went to the therapist."

"That's great! That's amazing! Daphne, I'm so happy for you."

"thanks. It was hard, I'm not going to lie. But I had to. I've been avoiding this for way too long. And just having Basile cook for me is not enough", she said and laughed. Lola looked at her lovingly and she hugged her tight. "I love you", she whispered.

"I love you too, Lola" Daphne whispered back.

That's when Daphne spotted Maya coming through in crowd and let go of Lola. Lola followed Daphne's eyes and she saw Maya. Her heart started beating a little faster and her face was covered in a smile she couldn't hide.

"Go to her", said Daphne.

Lola smiled at her sister and walked towards her girlfriend.

"Salut!" said Maya, smiling.

"Thanks for coming", said Lola, and she wrapped her hands behind Maya's neck, kissing her.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Maya said smiling, after they let go. "Your cinematic debut! You're gonna be a huge star one day!"

Lola laughed and kept looking at her.

"Listen, Maya. I know we didn't get to talk that much the other day because you were working, but I just want you to know that I don't want you to ever be with me because you feel sorry for me or whatever. And also I just want you to know that I know that I've hurt you, and I'm really, really sorry for everything. But I'm trying, and I'm gonna try even harder to be better, to do better. But I'm not always going to be perfect. There's probably gonna be times that I slip up, and that I fuck up, and I'm gonna be shit again and I could hurt you again. It's never my intention to do so, but I don't know if I can always control it. So I want to apologise in advance, and I just want to say that, if you can't stay with me during the bad times, it's totally understandable! But maybe we shouldn't do this at all, then".

Maya looked lovingly at Lola, the girl she had a crush on the fucking day she first met her. She smiled.

"You know, mon amour, I know some things about these stuff. I understand. And even if I don't understand everything, I would love for you to explain things for me, only if you want. And I've fucked up too, I shouldn't have ghosted you, I shouldn't have been with Char and I shouldn't have left that day you broke up with me since you clearly weren't okay. And I'm not with you because I feel sorry for you! I'm with you because I'm in love with you. Fuck, I'm crazy for you. I fell in love with you the second I saw you walking down those stairs that day we met, and I just kept falling more and more ever since. And I promise, I'm not gonna leave you when things go wrong. I swear. No matter how bad they get. Unless you,like, cheat on me or something". She laughed.

Lola laughed too. "You don't have to worry about that. I could never even look at anybody else when I'm with you".

They both smiled at each other.

"So we're good?"asked Maya.

"Yes. We're good" Lola said and Maya hugged her.

Elliot and Lucas where looking at the girls from a distance, smiling. Elliot was feeling so unbelievably proud.

"Did you do this? Did you get them back together?" Lucas asked.

"No! No no no" Elliot answered. "Okay, maybe I helped a little" he continued, smiling happily.

Lucas smiled and stepped on his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Elliots neck and kiss him on the cheek.

"You know, I'm really proud of you", he said.

Elliot blushed. "Oh, come on! What did I do?'

"Are you serious? You wrote a movie, you filmed it, you directed it, you star in it, you have your first ever official showing tonight! As if that's not enought for me to be proud of?"

"Okay, I guess that's true", he answered smiling. Then his smile got smaller. "But I disappointed you last week".

Lucas stopped smiling as well. "I'm not disappointed, my love. You could never disappoint me. I knew from the beginning that things like that could happen. And you didn't do anything that bad! I'm not disappointed in you. I'm not mad at you. I was just, really, really worried. And scared. But it turned out that you were okay, so I'm okay. Do I wish you wouldn't have gotten drunk? Of course. Do I wish you hadn't attack that security guy? Of course. Do I wish you would have called me before everything happened so I would at least have known about it? Also of course. But it happened. I was just mad at Lola, but I'm not anymore. She apologized and she knows she shouldn't have treated you that way. And she was in a really bad place. But she also can't be held responsible for your actions, only for hers. And you are the one that should or should not be mad at her."

Elliot sighed. "Well, I'm still sorry, Lucas. I hate worrying you, especially in the middle of your bac. And it's not all her fault. I was just insecure and she stepped on those insecurities. It just... sucks to be different sometimes, you know? It sucks to feel like people expect me to fuck up, all the time. It sucks to feel like I'm nothing more than my mental illness, you know?"

Lucas took his hand. "You know that I don't see you that way, right? You are not your mental illness to me, Elliot."

"I know, and I'm sorry that I doubted you in that moment. I'm really lucky that I have you in my life" he said and Lucas smiled and kissed him.

"I'm also and yet again really sorry that I didn't tell you about urbex earlier" Elliot mumbled after the kiss.

Lucas laughed. "Okay, I was mad about that. But Im over it know. Just, don't lie to me again, like, ever. Okay?"

"I promise", Elliot replied, and they kissed again.

Everyone was dancing and talking and laughing and Elliot was so happy when he saw Idriss and his friends walk in. They hugged and laughed and chatted. Everyone greeted them and Imane and Lucas found themselves alone together.

"So, is everything well?" Imane asked.

Lucas sighed. "Yes, now, everything is fine. Finally. Chill. No bac, no more angsty best friends losing their hearing and cheating on their girlfriends, no more boyfriend getting drunk with a 16 year old. Hopefully they learned their lesson and will both get better."

Imane smiled. Lucas turned to her.

"What about you, miss future-doctor? Going to fucking Morocco with your habibi, then what? You'll start med school, you'll get married? How is everything going for you?"

Imane laughed. "Well, I can't complain. The bac was very difficult, let's be real. But now I'm really excited", she said, while staring at Sofianne who was chatting with Idriss and Elliot.

Lucas looked at them too. Then he looked at imane. "Who would have thought, right? The gay guy and the Muslim girl, best friends, while dating a non Muslim guy and his best friend".

"We are not best friends!" Imane answered while laughing.

"Fuck that! You are definitely my number one girl best friend" Lucas said.

"Okay, okay. If it's like that, then you're my number one boy best friend too."

They smiled at each other and they heard Elliot yelling "Okay, everyone! Movie is starting! Take a seat!"

Everyone sat in front of the screen. Daphne next to basile, holding hands. Next to them was Sofianne with Imane, then Yann next to his girl best friend, Emma, then Alexia and Arthur, and then Mika and Camille who had also showed up for the film, next to them Noee with her new girlfriend. They were both friends with Arthur and Alexia. Lucas and Elliot where sitting next to the projector, Elliot being extremely nervous but Lucas holding his hand, trying to calm him down. The la mif guys were really excited to see what they had created, but they were also really excited to see Lola and Maya together for the first time. They were teasing them lovingly and they were all grinning. Lola had now rested her head on Maya's shoulder, while Maya was excited to watch her girlfriend in the big screen.

All of the grew were kind of sad and melancholic, thinking about this being one of the last times they'd all be together. But they were all really excited about the future and the new adventures it held for them.

[ayellowcurtain]

le gang finding out about what his dad did to him

Arthur holds his own hand, trying to keep himself from getting even more nervous. They’re his friends, his best and only friends now. He’s not even sure if it was the right thing to tell them about what happened between him and his dad, why he and his mom are having to pack everything and find a new place to live so suddenly. 

Lucas has problems with his dad too, Yann is struggling to meet his parents’ ideas for his future and Baz cares too much. Maybe it was a mistake to stir such a sensitive matter for most of them. 

Baz gets up from the bench and hugs him tightly, taking the air out of his lungs every time. Arthur hugs him back but doesn’t ask him to let go of him this time. What’s the point anyway? Baz never hears his pleas. 

“I’m so so sorry. You should have talked to us!” 

Yann comes close too, messing up his hair, looking very deep into his eyes, asking with his softest, deepest tone “Are you ok?” 

Arthur nods his head and Yann smiles, hugging him too. 

Lucas is oddly quiet, sitting on the bench, looking down while they all sit back next to him and Arthur explains how it all happened exactly. He tells them about the fight almost three years ago, about the fight two weeks ago, about the affair with Emma’s mom, about his mom only finding out now, about the divorce, everything. 

Baz puts his arm around Arthur’s shoulder as he talks, keeping him close like he’s a fragile object that might break if he lets it go. 

“I’m ok, Baz, really. I mean, as good as I can be after everything that happened with Alex...and Noée, but I’m ok.” Arthur puts his hand on Basile’s leg, smiling to him, noticing how shiny his eyes are from all the tears he’s trying very hard not to let it slip. 

“And how is your mom? Have you two found a place to live yet?” Yann asks and Arthur nods his head. 

“Yeah, we’re moving this weekend and we’re going need some extra hands to help.” 

“Of course, bro. We’ll help with whatever we can.” Baz starts talking about telling Daphné and getting the girls to help too, but Arthur asks him not to tell. It’s one thing to break-up while still in love, the other is to force Alexia to deal with him and his drama during a whole weekend. 

Lucas is still quiet, sitting right next to Arthur so he lets Yann deal with Baz for a minute - telling him how calling the girls to go help is not a good idea - and Arthur turns to look at Lucas and he notices right away, finally looking at Arthur.

“You’re ok, bro?” Lucas nods his head, giving him a sad smile. 

“Yeah. And you?” Arthur nods his head and gives a real smile back to Lucas. 

“Yes, I’m getting better.” 

Lucas goes quiet for a second, Arthur can almost see him trying to find the right words to say. He sighs and shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m really sorry, for being such a fucking asshole to you.” 

“You weren’t that much of an asshole and I probably deserved it.” 

“No, bro, I’m serious. And you can talk to us, don’t keep things like that for you to fix by yourself, we’re here, that’s what friends are for.” 

Arthur doesn’t know what to say to that. It stings a little to know Lucas is saying that from experience, from how he closed himself off a year ago and how things got really weird between all of them. 

He puts his arm around Lucas. “We’re ok, Lucas, I promise. As long as you don’t keep your problems to yourself, I won’t keep mine.” 

[elizabethsharmon]

Hello and welcome to the next episode of the Clowneries! Today we will focus on the role of the coloc in s5 and on the future of Eliott and Lucas. Since instagram users srodulv and lucallemant couldn’t chill for one more day and already spoiled our clowning yesterday smh at least they already confirmed two of three theories for today:

1. Lucas moves in with Eliott and Arthur takes his room in the flatshare

2. Eliott works in a video rental shop

3. Lucas becomes Arthur’s guru

1. Lucas moving out and Arhtur moving in

If you’ve read our theory that the principal is Arthur’s father, you already know that his home situation is not peachy. The next theory was inspired by the bts photos from night shoot on 31.10/01.11:

first of all we have skamfrance.live’s story from the end of filming of a very tired Robin:

and his post with Alienor and Edouard which means they were most likely on set as well that day:

finally, we have David’s post

Yesterday evening was without doubt one of the most strong and incredible night shoots of all 6 seasons combined. And in this kind of night, when the narrative stakes are so high, every single detail matters. The organization, including the plans of the day before to catch up on, the energy of everyone halfway through the filming, the ability of our electro / machino team to install an incredible structure at 4 am as the faculty of our camera team tries to install a camera + large optics in a box not necessarily made for that.

So what we know is this: night shoot was incredible, Robin was on set and most likely Alienor and Edouard were as well. Those three things combined gave me chills as my brain cell provided me with this theory:

Other circles/parallels that were already in the show: (1) in 1x06 Emma says to Lucas “you’re a good person” and then Lucas says it to Imane in 4x08; (2) in 2x13 Manon says to Lucas “you’re not alone”, then obviously he passes it on to Eliott in 3x09, then in 4x10 Imane says “someone who will understand you and makes you feel like you will never be alone.” (on the sidenote if anyone talented wants to gif those, then please do, i’ve been waiting for this for ages ajsksjd)

So if my theory is right, we would get another two parallels to the circle: (1) another person in the flatshare who needs help because they’re struggling (Manon -> Lucas -> Arthur) making the room in the coloc a Safe Place which is quite poetic if you ask me and (2) Imane telling Lucas (and Eliott) in 4x10 “it’s time for you to get your room back” and Elu moving in together.

Now almost two weeks after I came up with this, Axel leaks a story from the filming that basically confirms that Elu are living together in a new appartment now. Obviously at that time we could assume that they’re hanging out at Basile’s or Arthur’s or Yann’s BUT there were too many things that suggested it’s Elu’s place like (1) the matching polka dot robe and pyjama pants, (2) blue walls (they scream Lucas), (3) drawings on the walls (Eliott). Also twitter user @indriee27 spotted that the art on the wall seems to be the same Maxence once posted on his instagram (it’s no longer there now):

Conclusion: those sappy bastards moved in together and honestly? love that for them :’) (they even have a fireplace!!!)

Either way, the story makes me think that we might get a saturday/sunday morning clip from their new appartment at some point in s5 🤞

A month later and thanks to instagram users srodulv and lucallemant, we already got the confirmation that they are moving in together :’)

2. Eliott works in the video rental shop

What they also confirmed is that Eliott works in the video rental shop... which is actually something I’ve been talking about for weeks now because I had a gut feeling about this. But first things first, we have to jump to the first time we got a glimpse of the store - on the 10.06 David posted a photo with Maxence there:

(Clown Doc, p. 2)

Now originally the theory was a little bit far fetched and it was inspired by these photos - exclusive sneak peak of the Clown Doc, section Theories, p. 211:

We didn’t have any other evidence at this point so we let it be until we found this and our interest in the theory resurfaced again:

One night, one cellar, one video club...

And now we obviously know that we were right about this, thanks to Eliott himself :’) At the same time some new bts from the filming were found which you can see here and here’s another exclusive sneak peak we found:

3. Lucas becomes Arthur’s guru

Final theory for today was inspired by skamlaserie photo of Assa and Edouard:

When you know that the torch is in the right hands.

Obviously, we know that it implies passing the ‘main’ title from Assa to Robin, but what if the fact that Edouard is in the photo as well is not accidental? What if Lucas takes over from Mika and becomes the next guru for Arthur? For example we have this photo:

Robin (Arthur?) looks completely broken, like he knows his life is hell and he accepted it because he doesn’t think anything can change for the better: Well this photo may as well be just a bts but what if we get an actual clip with bro talk by the tree trunk?

So that would be all for today! As you can see, thanks to Eliott’s post and Lucas’ comment two of our theories were already confirmed and the season haven’t even started yet! Which is why we ask you again to trust us - we know we’re right 😊

On Friday (27.12) we’re flying to the moon 🚀 on Iza’s blog @arthurbrousard​ and meanwhile MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!

[flying-elliska]

of course the skamfr clip would drop while i was at the gym true to form lmao and of course i had to watch it in the bike stall 

anyway i am EmOtiOns GOD it’s so good to see them all again ! I just...There is so much going on at once in this clip ? The layering of emotions is so well done ? The cinematography ? It feels very powerful like they all leveled up ? Everyone looks so good and cool, very true to life 3rd year of HS glow up when you’re the oldest and coolest. Special mention to Lucas and Imane who radiated powerful twin energy with their AMOUR sweatshirts like what up we’re in a loving relationship and you WILL know about it. And their hair!!! Lucas’s more hedgehog spiky than ever and Imane’s braids look GLORIOUS. Alexia’s new haircut is also adorable. And of course Arthur has got the main glow up !!! His hair looks a lot darker and it makes him look a lot more intense. 

I am already blown away by Robin’s acting, I feel this is going to be a fucking punch in the face of a season. The long shot where we see everyone, sitting in a row and laughing around and then moves to Arthur, who is obviously terrified of what is happening to him - magistral. I do feel like there might be a divide at least in the beginning of the season with how happy the rest of the boy squad felt in this clip - esp Lucas and Basile who are just radiating love and fun - and Arthur who is willingly isolating himself ( a great specialty of skam mains lmao). It’s already heartbreaking. His hearing loss seems to be temporary and coming and going which is going to be very interesting from a storytelling perspective. Also is that super high sound something like tinnitus ? That must be so exhausting to hear all the time god. The way he basically brushed off Basile’s questions with some cute bro-flirting was funny but mostly heartbreaking. You can see how good Arthur is at deviating questions from himself, like without breaking any sweat, it’s...very worrying. 

I loved the French HS realness - the time before the BAC is just SO STRESSFUL. Not everyone takes it the same way, though, but it’s just such a harrowing system. Imane and Arthur are planning to go for medicine - interesting choice. I totally see Imane doing that, she’s smart and caring she would make a perfect doctor. Arthur I don’t know enough to figure out if this is something he really wants or pressure from parents, which could enter the toxic family plotline. Lucas and Basile are obviously going for prepa, short for preparatory school; one or two very intense years of cramming for exams for prestigious schools, I wonder what kind - it could be mathematics or preparing for engineering schools ? or biology/physics for high level research ? I totally see Lucas do that but Basile hmmmmm lmao. It’s known for making you ‘not have a life’ for a year or two basically...good luck Lucas and also Elu lmao. Basile and Daphné were totally cute, Daphné obsessed with the foyer again and Basile so supportive of her, they really have grown on me. Yann and Chloé breaking up is kind of a relief - I was never really interested in that. 

It’s especially interesting here that we see Emma and Arthur have a conversation ? Emma seems the most lost with her future and maybe if Arthur is also struggling this season, they might bond over that and I find it very interesting. I always hated how Eva’s arc after her season merely boiled down to ‘drunk party girl’ and I would love for Emma to evolve more. All in all the decisions for the future might end up be a big theme in this season and the next and I absolutely love that. THe ending where they’re all chanting ‘fuck parcoursup’....incredible representation lmao i feel ex highschoolers all over the country getting war flashbacks lol

All in all, incredible clip, the rhythm of the writing and filming feels so on point ? and that was often something that was a problem in previous season, them trying to cram too much or too little in, and now that they are OG themselves they can do it in their own way and GOD i have such high hopes for this season don’t let me down this time skamfr 

[yannsscarf]

let's not be boo boo le fool and calm down, watch yann’s reaction and think it through. this is probably gonna be long so if you are still angry please scroll over.

first few seconds: 

lucas: talked about his family problems, the school stress, he can't pay his rent, nobody is giving him any money.

yann: keeps nodding. meaning, i get you, buddy, i totally understand.

around 00:26

lucas: i think i fell in love.

yann: kinda shocked. meaning, his mind went ahead: chloe? no way? lucas doesn't even like her? hence the face and confusion. 

around 00:40

lucas: it's not a girl.

yann: quick shock and then kind of understand. meaning, oh...totally didn't know, but thats okay. ah...that's why you are so weird those days...

around 00:50

yann: wait you asked me out so is it...me?

lucas: i thought about it but no it's not you...

yann: keeps nodding along. meaning, ok, cool, not me but who then?

around 01:08

lucas: it's eliott. (off the track but the way lucas said eliott!! my heart aches.)

yann: total shock. meaning, dude he's got a girlfriend what you gonna do??

around 01:23

lucas: yeah complicated i know, one day he broke up with her and went out with me but next day he kissed her again im such a fool.

yann: slight contempt, still concerned. meaning, oh man this shit sucks.

during 01:20-01:50

lucas confessed he always wanna talk about it but it's so hard for him, he can't sleep at all he's not feeling very well. so he asked the school nurse for help.

before the school nurse part, yann was all nodding along, he keeps listening, talks from time to time but he let lucas lead. 

around 01:47

lucas: i asked the school nurse for help...

yann: keeps nodding, act along, very caring. meaning, thats good, you can seek help at the nurse how did it go?

lucas: she told me to find someone i trust to talk, i told mika but...  

yann: suddenly pulls himself away, starts shaking head. meaning, bro you went to someone else before me? after all those time i’ve been asking?? and i ain't got nothing from you??

around 01:58

lucas: i told mika, didn't go well, chloe clearly isn't helping...

yann: serious tone, straight forward. anyone else know? meaning, the nurse? mika? chloe? is it just me who doesn't know?? am i nothing to you? 

watch the way he said it, he's pulling corner of his mouth, he's holding back.

lucas: the girls kinda know, emma and alex gave me the looks, manon guessed too, imane and i can't even talk about it...

yann: no word, completely let down, disappointing. meaning, i guess we are not best buddy at all...after all we’ve been thru, and i'm this much left behind. i can't believe this...

then we all knew what happened after this. yann walked away, said he needs time to process.

look, i did not analyze all of those just trying to excuse yann, he did put himself ahead of lucas’s issues, and it's clearly unacceptable. but before the nurse part, he genuinely cared. he keeps nodding, talking, tossing a few questions, meaning he's listening, he’s caring, it's all very serious. and he liked it when lucas is this open to him. but he didn't expect that he was one of the few who didn't know about this at all. if i were in yann’s shoes i would start to question myself too. but i won’t now because i’m not a tennager like yann. this is what some of the teenagers do, they are self-centered, easily triggered, and constantly angry. we’ve all been there, we knew. 

yann handled it terribly, to some people he’s very disappointing. and it's so real. it's so real and raw. this is yann’s skam too, he needs to grow and learn from it. he offered help but he also hurted his best friend, which we don't want to see in the very first place. sometimes we expect the most from someone but it's not always unicorns and paradise. so let's not jump to any conclusion and start any backlash, let’s keep having faith in david and watch.

[vexedtonightmares]

with great power (elu spiderman au)

eliott has been saved by spiderman quite a few times for absolutely no reason. hopeless romantic that he is, eliott accidentally starts falling for spiderman somewhere along the way and doesn’t know what to do about it. obviously, there’s only one solution. he and his good friend lucas should pretend to date to make spiderman jealous. there’s no ulterior motives here, of course, just lucas helping a bro out.

aka eliott’s falling in love with spiderman, lucas is in love with eliott, and lucas is spiderman.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

ao3

no. 8 “We should talk.”

They hadn’t talked about how their PDA around their friends would change now that they were officially dating for real, but considering the looks they were getting, they probably should have. Yann, of course, knew everything, so he accepted it with a conspiratorial wink, but Arthur and Basile kept pretending to vomit and looking at them like they’d each grown an extra head. 

Maybe they could lay off the PDA a little, but truthfully Eliott didn’t care all that much. He wanted everyone to know how much he loved Lucas, and he hoped Lucas felt the same. Scratch that, he knew Lucas felt the same, and still couldn’t believe his luck.

He was currently sitting with Lucas and the girls in the foyer, Lucas’ head in his lap as they talked about whatever plans Daphné had concocted for some weekend coming up. Eliott didn’t know if he and Lucas would join, but he stayed somewhat engaged with the conversation, zoning out every once and a while to play with Lucas’ hair. 

“Why don’t you do that with my hair?” Daphné pouted, turning to look at Manon and resting her head on Manon’s shoulder. As Manon laughed and dropped a kiss onto her forehead Lucas sat up so fast Eliott barely had time to register his absence. 

“Why doesn’t who do what with what now?” Lucas asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. Eliott bit back a smirk, meeting Imane’s eyes across their group. A new development, apparently, was that Manon and Daphné were now dating. Eliott only knew about it because he’d been the first to show up at the foyer, well, not the first technically, because the two of them were already there making out. He would have told Lucas, but in the end the three of them agreed it would be funnier not to. 

Manon sighed melodramatically, crossing her legs. “That’ll be the last time I show any sort of PDA with my girlfriend, then,” she said, and Eliott couldn’t help but laugh. He’d almost forgotten that’s how Lucas decided to tell their friends that they were (fake) dating. 

Lucas opened his mouth in shock, then narrowed his eyes when he realized Eliott didn’t look shocked at all. “You knew?”

“Not mine to tell,” he said, miming zipping his lips.

Lucas scrunched his nose up and huffed. Eliott fell in love all over again. “Just for that no kisses until after school.”

“Nooo…” Eliott pleaded playfully, knowing Lucas’ resolve wouldn’t hold up under his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. Lucas looked away with another huff, crossing his arms. Eliott poked his head around and continued with the puppy dog eyes, because really he just had to be patient. Lucas was a stubborn little shit, but he always caved to Eliott, even when they were just friends. Eliott saw the corner of Lucas’ mouth start to lift and he knew he won. 

“Fine,” Lucas said, “But only because you’re so cute.”

Eliott grinned cheesily, squinting his eyes and scrunching up his nose. “Oh, fuck you,” Lucas whispered as he leaned in for a kiss, continuing when they broke apart. “You can’t do shit like that and expect me to not want to rip your clothes off right here, right now.”

“Do shit like what? Smile?” 

“Yes.”

Eliott smiled again, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Lucas rolled his eyes half heartedly, leaning back in for another kiss, clearly forgetting he claimed resistance not so long ago.

“Ugh, we get it, you guys are as annoyingly adorable as Manon and Daphné. Now can you please either get a room or wait until I rinse my eyes with bleach to continue?” Emma groaned, shoving her face into Alexia’s shoulder, who patted her head sympathetically. 

Imane pointed between the two of them. “Don’t you two go hooking up now, I can’t deal with three sets of disaster gays.”

Emma laughed into Alexia’s shoulder while Alexia shrugged, pretending to consider. “No promises,” she said, “But only because you don’t swing my way Imane.”

“Hey, who said I do?” Emma asked, poking her head up. 

“Literally all of us,” Manon answered, everyone in the group nodding in agreement. Emma seemed ok with this, simply shrugging and laying her head back down on Alexia’s shoulder. 

Daphné cleared her throat then, clearly trying to bring their attention back to whatever they had actually met there for in the first place. Lucas settled his head back into Eliott’s lap and Eliott turned his attention to her, pretending it was possible for him to think about anything other than the beautiful boy looking up at him with such adoration.

“Next weekend,” Daphné continued, blushing lightly as Manon folded their hands together, “Party of the century!”

“Do explain,” Alexia prompted, bolstering Daphné’s confidence. 

“I mean, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Since we’ve had a good party?” When none of them answered Daphné sighed, pouting. “Yes, Daphné, it has been a while, please tell us your idea,” she said to herself, glaring at each of them in turn. 

“Yes, Daphné, it has been a while, please tell us your idea,” Manon repeated, allowing Daphné to soften. Did Eliott look like that all the time around Lucas? He was almost certain he did, and probably had longer than he realized. 

Daphné sat up a bit straighter, spreading her arms wide. “Secret. Foyer. Party.”

“Secret… foyer… party,” Imane clarified, with much less enthusiasm. 

“Come on, guys! I thought you’d be more excited!” Daphné exclaimed a bit angrily. 

“Whooo!” Lucas raised his fist and pumped it in the air. “Secret foyer party!”

“Thank you!” 

Eliott dropped his eyes and caught the end of Lucas’ shit eating grin. He jostled Lucas’ head with his knees, nodding in Daphné’s direction. She was not someone to be messed with, even though she looked soft and sweet. Lucas just laughed and pulled Eliott’s face down for another kiss. Eliott wasn’t upset about it.

“I’m thinking the theme will be ‘infiltration’,” Daphné said, clearly proud of herself. 

Manon narrowed her eyes. “You have an ulterior motive.”

Daphné scoffed, drawing her hand back and crossing her arms. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do,” Manon argued, still smiling serenely. “I know you Daph. Quite well, I might add.”

“Ewwww gross, Manon,” Lucas whined jokingly.

“You literally have your head in Eliott’s lap.”

“And what about it?”

“Guys!” Daphné clapped. “Infiltration!”

Emma humored her. “What exactly does infiltration entail, Daphné?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Daphné paused dramatically, making sure everyone’s eyes were on her. “Since it will be a secret foyer party, we’ll all be dressed in masks and espionage themed outfits. Plus some neon, because I bought a blacklight, and I won’t let it go to waste.”

As far as themes went, it wasn’t the worst one Eliott had ever heard, even if it was a little out of nowhere.  

Alexia leaned to the middle of their makeshift circle and stage whispered, “She chose this theme because she wants Spiderman to come.”

“Alexia!” Daphné gasped angrily, but Eliott’s attention wasn’t on her. It was on Lucas, who tensed, jaw clenching in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. Eliott wondered if he harbored any ill will towards Spiderman, given that he’d been the object of Eliott’s desire in the first place. 

“Spiderman is not going to come,” Imane said boredly, yet sternly. 

“He might,” Lucas said with the same blasé tone. 

“He won’t,” Imane said, even more adamantly, and Lucas rolled his eyes. Eliott felt like he was missing something, and he could tell the rest of the girls felt the same way. 

“So, what do you need us for?” Manon cut in cheerfully, breaking up the tension that had somehow built up. Eliott really hoped it wasn’t there because Lucas hated Spiderman or something. Sure, Eliott didn’t like him like that anymore, but he was still a pretty cool dude. 

Daphné bit her lip, shrugging. “I don’t know yet. I still haven’t figured out how we’ll be able to get in here over the weekend.”

“Ah, leave that to me,” Alexia said, not elaborating further. Daphné seemed to decide to take her word for it and she moved on turning to, of all people, Eliott. 

“You’re an artist.” It was a statement, and Eliott didn’t know what response she desired. 

“I am…?” 

Her eyes brightened again. “Can you make a cool mural or something that will glow under blacklight? Something ‘infiltration’ themed, obviously. But like, discreet enough that the headmaster won’t realize it’s for a secret party?”

He considered this, though it wasn’t like he could really say no. Maybe he could rope Lucas into helping him. “Sure,” he decided.

Daphné clapped excitedly. “This is going to be the greatest party ever!”

Eliott sure hoped so, but if not at least he could escape somewhere with Lucas and have an even better time. He recalled the last party the two of them had gone to together and how even then he’d felt a bit overwhelmed with the urge to kiss Lucas, not understanding why. At least now he wouldn’t have to hold back, and he knew exactly why he wanted to do it. 

🕷🕷🕷🕷

Eliott was trying really hard not to be worried about Lucas. This was the third time he’d flaked on their plans, which wasn’t a big deal because they had just seen each other all day at school, but Eliott was still uneasy. It was either this or he would randomly have to leave in the middle of hanging out, but Mika and Manon were none the wiser to his whereabouts either.

Eliott checked his phone again, wondering if he watched it long enough he would get an explanation. As if summoned by his thoughts, a text from Lucas came in and he read it right away. 

Lucas: Sorry for being The Worst

Eliott: shut up dummy 

Eliott: as if you could ever be the worst

Lucas: I’ve just been so flakey lately, and I’m sorry :(

Eliott: just give me extra kisses tomorrow and all will be forgiven ;) 

Lucas: I’ll do you one better

Eliott: ???

Eliott only had a moment to wonder what Lucas meant before he heard a tap on his window. Lucas’ stupid beautiful face was sticking his tongue out at him from outside, and Eliott rushed over to open the window.

“What the hell?” he laughed as Lucas clambered through the window. 

Lucas shrugged, grinning goofily. “I figured I’d spice things up.”

“Climbing four floors up the fire escape isn't my definition of ‘spicing things up’, but to each their own,” Eliott said, pressing a kiss to the top of Lucas’ head.

“Hey,” Lucas said, when Eliott walked back over to close the window. He turned around, question in his eyes. “I love you,” Lucas continued, and Eliott had no choice but to take long steps across the room and sweep Lucas up in his arms. 

He pressed kisses to Lucas’ hairline, his temples, his forehead, his nose, and finally his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he said between kisses, “And I love you too. More than you know.”

Lucas shook his head, wrinkling his nose up at Eliott as if he wasn’t enjoying every moment of affection, and it only made Eliott want to kiss him even more. Eliott knocked their foreheads together gently, arms resting on Lucas’ shoulders. “Want to make copious amounts of popcorn and watch the greatest movie of the decade?” he asked.

Lucas raised one eyebrow. “And which movie is that again?”

“La La Land,” Eliott answered, because the answer should have been obvious. Granted, this wasn’t the first time he and Lucas had watched ‘the greatest movie of the decade’, because Eliott’s favorites changed rather often.

“The musical?” Lucas clarified, distaste written on his face. 

Eliott scoffed in offense, releasing his hold on Lucas and going over to grab his laptop. “Yes, the musical, but that’s not all it is. It’s a story about love and chasing your dreams!”

“But they don’t end up together,” Lucas complained, going into the kitchen and putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

Eliott whipped around to face him. “Who told you that?”

Lucas giggled, looking completely unfazed that he’d been spoiled for the ending of the movie. “You did?”

Oh, well, that was Eliott’s bad then. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure he remembered coming home from the movie for the first time and calling Lucas immediately, dying to talk about it with someone. He’d seen a lot of himself in both Mia and Sebastian, but he’d seen a little bit of Lucas in them too. All the small— but at the same time glaringly obvious— signs he’d been in love with Lucas all this time kept showing up, didn’t they. 

“I’m certain I didn’t tell you everything, though,” Eliott countered, even though he very well might have. He’d never really expected Lucas to listen when he talked about things like musicals and cinematography.

The timer went off on the microwave, and Lucas poked his head out of the kitchen to gaze at Eliott so softly Eliott’s heart contracted in on itself. “Even if you did, we both know I’m going to watch La La Land with you and I’m going to love it despite pretending I won’t.”

“Have I mentioned recently that I love you?” Eliott asked sincerely, despite Lucas’ answering snicker. 

“Once or twice, maybe,” Lucas said, followed by a sharp curse as he likely burnt himself on the popcorn bag trying to pour it into a bowl. Eliott smiled to himself, because this happened every time Lucas made popcorn for the two of them, somehow never learning from the past. A second later Lucas appeared with a massive bowl of popcorn and a wild smile. 

“Where to?”

Eliott nodded towards his bedroom, and Lucas blushed, despite the fact they’d been there together a million and a half times. It wasn’t like there was ever any pressure to do anything, but the opportunity was always there, hovering above both of their heads. It used to be unattainable, but now all they had to do was reach out and touch. So, Eliott did, brushing his fingers against the back of one of Lucas’ hands before making his way to his bedroom, looking over his shoulder with one eyebrow raised. 

A few kisses later, the bowl of popcorn sat between the two of them on the bed, serving as a buffer of sorts. It wasn’t that Eliott didn’t want to forget about the movie and kiss Lucas senseless, but he had to practice some form of self control. Plus, he was going to get Lucas to like La La Land even if it was the death of him. 

Still, the air was charged, and Eliott was pretty sure he spent more time watching Lucas than the movie. He couldn’t help himself, it was like he was discovering all these new things, loving each one more than the last. 

The blue of Lucas’ eyes had always been his favorite color, little oceans determined to make Eliott lose his balance until he fell overboard. His hair was a little bit longer than it had been in a while, but Eliott loved it, fingers dancing as they remembered the way the silky strands felt in his hands while they kissed. Lucas was also way more muscular than Eliott ever remembered him being, which wasn’t a bad thing, just surprising. Though Lucas had said he’d been going to the gym more often, so he supposed his efforts were paying off. If Eliott was being honest, he found it kind of hot even if it did make him feel a little inadequate.

“For someone who wanted to watch this movie, you’re not doing much watching,” Lucas hummed, still looking at the screen, but he had a knowing smirk on his face. 

Eliott was unperturbed by the fact Lucas had caught him staring. “I can’t help it when you look so beautiful.”

He saw Lucas’ breath catch, even though he knew Lucas would go on as if Eliott’s words hadn’t affected him in the slightest. As predicted, Lucas sighed, continuing, “I’m beautiful all the time.”

“Oh you think this is a one time thing?” Eliott asked with a small laugh. “Good luck ever getting me to stop staring at you and your beauty.”

Lucas groaned, but he didn’t seem too upset. “Romantic fuck,” was all he said before moving the (now empty) popcorn bowl out of the way and pulling Eliott to him. 

Between kisses Lucas shook his head, sighing again but this time in a lovesick sort of way. Eliott thought it was so adorable he could hardly breathe. “I’m the one who’s been pining all this time, I should be the one with the grand romantic statements,” Lucas complained, and Eliott giggled.

“You remember who I am, right? No one can out romance me,” Eliott said, brushing strands of Lucas’ hair behind his ears as he held either side of his face. 

“Is that a challenge?” Lucas asked, voice barely a whisper as he pressed his lips to Eliott’s once more. Eliott merely hummed in response, deepening their kiss and moving his hands from Lucas’ face to his chest. Lucas grinned into Eliott’s mouth, meeting Eliott’s hands with his own and using them to pull his shirt off. Eliott’s own shirt was quick to follow and suddenly Eliott was on top of Lucas, pushing him down onto the bed. Lucas’ hands trailed down the bare skin of Eliott’s back and Eliott nearly shivered as Lucas’ fingertips brushed his spine.

His hands fiddled with the button on Lucas’ jeans when Lucas opened his eyes abruptly, as if someone had shocked him. All the hairs on his arms looked like they were standing on end. Eliott sat back immediately, eyes searching Lucas’ face.

“Is everything ok?” he asked. They’d gone farther than that before… he hoped Lucas wasn’t uncomfortable. 

The panicked expression on Lucas’ face softened a bit, and he brushed a hand down Eliott’s cheek. “Yeah, yeah, sorry, it’s not about you, or this, I just… I have to go.”

“But you just got here,” Eliott said, confused. 

“I know.” Lucas twisted his lips, biting the inside of his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, but there’s something I have to do.”

The warmth in Eliott’s chest went away as quickly as it had come, and he rolled off the bed, finding Lucas’ discarded shirt on the floor and tossing it to him. “Ok. Um, see you tomorrow? Painting the mural?”

A million emotions flickered over Lucas’ features, too quick for Eliott to discern any of them. “Yeah, tomorrow,” he agreed, pausing with his shirt in his hands. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine, Lucas,” Eliott assured him, because it was fine, he was just confused. If it wasn’t anything he’d done, what was the problem? Lucas looked at him, love in his eyes, crossing the room to pull Eliott into a blinding kiss that, by the time Eliott recovered from it, Lucas was gone.

He was gone without a trace it seemed, and when Eliott left his bedroom to see if Lucas was at the door all he saw was an empty flat, draft coming from the open window. He must have forgotten to close it when Lucas came in. When he tried to close it, his hand brushed against something sticky and he retracted it as if he’d been burned, leaning down to inspect.

It looked like a spiderweb… Great, he definitely needed spiders roaming about in his apartment. It was ironic that he’d had a minor crush on Spiderman when he hated actual spiders more than anything, but Spiderman wasn’t an actual spider, so. 

The night breeze felt kind of nice, actually, so Eliott stepped out onto his fire escape, admiring the city from this point of view. He wished Lucas was still there to admire it with him, but he’d settle for a joint at the present moment. Luckily, he had one handy, so he lit it with the lighter Lucas had gotten him on a whim one time because the one he’d had forever had stopped working and let his thoughts mull around in his mind. 

They strayed to Lucas, because Lucas had been a permanent fixture in his mind for years, but their new relationship had expanded that tenfold. As long as Eliott had known him, Lucas had never been one to forget plans or bail early with little to no excuse, so his forgetfulness lately confused Eliott a little bit. Sure, everyone had things going on, but the secrecy and lack of explanation was a bit suspicious, if Eliott was being honest with himself. He didn’t know if Lucas didn’t trust him, or if he just left without explanations because Eliott never demanded one. 

He blew smoke through his nose, stubbing out the joint after only a few hits, too in his head to enjoy it properly. It wasn’t like his plans for the night had been ruined, because he hadn’t had plans until Lucas showed up at his window with that goofy, intoxicating grin of his, but now he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed regardless, wishing Lucas was there so they could ‘accidentally’ fall asleep together and cuddle all night long. 

He stumbled back into his flat through the window, wondering how Lucas had come in so gracefully and went straight to his fridge as if it may grant him the answers to the universe. It didn’t, but he did realize he was out of milk, eggs, and beer, so he decided there was no time like the present to run out to the store and stock up on those essentials. 

On his way out he realized he was still missing his favorite brown jacket, the one he’d lent to Spiderman all that time ago. He wondered if he’d ever get it back, wondered if he’d ever even see Spiderman again. It wasn’t a problem if he didn’t, but it was a bit strange how after they’d kissed Spiderman had seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. Or out of Eliott’s life, at the very least. He was all over the city from what Eliott had seen on social media and the news. Hell, he’d probably even show up to Daphné’s party. 

The store was only about a block away from Eliott’s flat, so the lack of jacket wasn’t too noticeable, but there was still a chill in the air he hadn’t felt in its entirety out on his balcony. There were quite a few people hovering around the store, many more than Eliott saw on a regular daily basis, and Eliott wondered why. 

People were whispering to one another, passing phones and trying to get a better view over one another and Eliott caught the barest hints of their conversations as he wove his way through the throng of people.

“Did you see—?”

“That was insane!”

“How did Spiderman get here so quickly?”

Eliott stopped where he stood, turning to the person that had just spoken. “Did you say Spiderman?”

The girl in question smirked, raising her eyebrows. “Where have you been? Spiderman just came out of nowhere and stopped a robbery in progress inside the store. I don’t know how he knew so quickly… he’s so fearless, too, the robber had a gun on him and he just dodged every bullet without breaking a sweat. Well, maybe he did break a sweat, but with the suit you can’t really tell…” she trailed off, and Eliott stopped paying attention, pushing back through the way he’d come. A sense of urgency had overtaken him, and he figured Spiderman might still be close by so they could at least have a conversation. Maybe it wasn’t the best time, but Eliott was tired of waiting.

He almost ran past his building when a blur of red and blue caught his eye from the fire escape. He skidded to a halt, blinking up at the figure looking through his window. “Spiderman?” he called out, then realized he should lower his voice a bit. “Spiderman?”

That unreadable gaze turned to face him, and Spiderman froze like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. Eliott went to the base of the fire escape, but Spiderman jumped down with ease before Eliott could even begin to ascend the many stairs. 

“What are you doing here?” Eliott asked.

“Stopping a robbery,” Spiderman said, completely casually, as if he hadn’t just been peering through Eliott’s window. 

Eliott sighed and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know that. I meant what are you doing at my flat?”

Spiderman shrugged, leaning against the building. “I was in the neighborhood?”

“Hilarious, L,” Eliott said, massaging his temples with one hand.

Spiderman stumbled, masked voice coming out a bit shaky. “What did you just call me?”

Eliott furrowed his brows, then blushed as he realized his slip of the tongue. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from. Well, I do, it’s the nickname I have for my boyfriend, but I don’t know why I just called you that. Habit, maybe.” He shrugged apologetically. “Sorry.”

Spiderman didn’t say anything, and Eliott wondered if he was thinking about how Eliott had technically ‘cheated’ on said boyfriend when the two of them had kissed. He debated setting the record straight, but now that he wasn’t pining after Spiderman anymore, he didn’t really see the point, it would only confuse things more. 

“So… long time no see,” Eliott tried, never knowing how to break the ice on an awkward conversation, especially when this one was so far out of anything he’d ever experienced before. 

“Yeah,” Spiderman agreed, settling back against the wall again. “Sorry about that.”

Eliott shook his head. “Don’t be, I just wanted to see you one last time, to clarify things.”

Spiderman cocked his head to one side. “Oh?”

“When you kissed me, I was more shocked than anything,” Eliott admitted, “And sure, it was a good kiss, but I need you to know that I’m very, very, in love with my boyfriend.”

“I’m sure he’s fantastic,” Spiderman agreed, and Eliott didn’t quite know if he was being sarcastic or not. 

Eliott coughed, offering, “We can still be, like, friends, though. If you want. You’re still a pretty great person. Or spider-person, or whatever.”

“What would your boyfriend say about that?” Spiderman asked.

Eliott laughed, thinking about Lucas’ reaction in his mind. He was pretty sure that they were confident enough in their feelings for one another that it wouldn’t matter. He was also pretty sure Spiderman wouldn’t hang around him as much now that there was nothing between them, so it wouldn’t really even be a problem. Something told him that Lucas would like Spiderman, though, if they ever met.

“I really don’t think he’d be too worried about it. We can all hang out together, if you want,” he suggested, knowing that was probably pushing it a bit far, but wanting to show Spiderman how serious he was about his relationship with Lucas. The look Spiderman gave him was somewhere between belief and disbelief, or maybe he was just reading too far into things given what he could discern from the mask. 

“Eliott,” Spiderman said, taking a step towards him, “I’m sorry.”

That was not what he had been expecting. “Sorry? For what?”

“All the things I want to tell you,” Spiderman said. He looked down at his hands, at his suit. “Your boyfriend is one lucky guy.”

He started to walk away, but Eliott stopped him, placing a hand on his arm. He was too confused to just let him walk away again. “You can tell me anything, I swear I won’t tell a soul unless you want me to.”

But Spiderman just shook his head. “You’d never forgive me.”

“I bet I would.”

“Don’t say that, please.” Spiderman tore his arm from Eliott’s grip, pausing and looking up at him. “I’d say ‘see you around’, but I think it’d be best if we both forgot about each other.”

“What are you so afraid of?” Eliott asked genuinely. He knew where he stood with his feelings, and even if Spiderman maybe liked him, it was clear to both of them that was never going to happen, especially when Spiderman wouldn’t even remove his mask fully to kiss Eliott.

Spiderman laughed, like the question had been funny. “Oh, El. Everything,” he said, shooting a web to the top of the building next to Eliott’s apartment and swinging out of sight before Eliott even had a chance to respond. Instead, he stood in the alley alone, more confused than ever.

L🕷U🕷C🕷A🕷S

He’d been stupid, going back to Eliott’s place, but every decision he made was stupid when it came to Eliott, so he hadn’t thought it through at the time. Now he couldn’t stop overthinking every word he’d said. Eliott had looked so puzzled, so lost, and Lucas knew that his words were probably coming from a million different directions and causing more confusion than closure.

He’d called Eliott El, and Eliott had called him L, but he prayed the former had gone unnoticed. There was a part of him that worried Eliott still yearned for the hero that he thought Spiderman was, that he’d leave Lucas in a heartbeat if there was a chance of something more between them. 

(He knew this was stupid, that he was Spiderman, and Eliott couldn’t very well leave him for him, but Lucas rationalized that Eliott could, in fact, leave him for the idea of him.)

As he’d sat with Eliott, watching a movie that pretty much encapsulated all the things Eliott loved about cinema, and realized that this was real, they were really together, he’d wanted to stay in that moment forever. But, of course, when his ‘spider senses’, as Yann called them, tingled and he knew that something wasn’t right, the moment was broken. 

He wished he’d never been bitten by that stupid spider, and immediately felt guilty for wishing so. How selfish was he, that he’d sacrifice such an amazing thing that could help so many people just for the chance at being Eliott’s forever? 

Eliott hadn’t texted him at all after he’d left, both as Lucas and as Spiderman. Lucas didn’t know how to feel about that, and he hoped he hadn’t messed with Eliott’s thoughts too much. The last thing he needed was for Eliott to tell him that he was in love with Spiderman again.

He still felt guilty for leaving, too, even though he’d known he had to. There had been a possibility that something really bad could have happened, and how could he claim the title of ‘superhero’ if he’d ignored it? Granted, he hated the title of superhero, but if he had to wear it he may as well live up to it. 

Things had been a bit precarious as of late, since he’d found Eliott in that abandoned building. The building had disappeared overnight, which shouldn’t have been possible, and he couldn’t get the image of the faceless man out of his mind. It felt like something was brewing, something bigger than him, and he was about to get caught in the crossfire. He didn’t sign up for this shit, he didn’t sign up for any of it, really, but movie supervillains come to life were not what he’d been expecting when he’d first donned his mask and suit. Was the world really so bad that when it gave someone the power to make a positive change it also created someone hell bent on doing the opposite? Did the man he’d fought at the eiffel tower have something to do with all of this too? 

Lucas pushed the thoughts from his mind, not willing to entertain them any longer, especially on his way to meet Eliott. He’d talk it all over with Imane and Yann later, they were much better at this whole thing than he was. If Imane was Spiderman (or woman, he supposed) Lucas was nearly certain that she’d never have made this many messes, and if she did, she’d know just how to clean them up.   

The worst part was that he’d really been so good at keeping Spiderman and Lucas separate (at least for the most part, upside down kiss aside) but the more time went on the more lines blurred and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep this up, all the secrecy. It was one thing to lie to millions of people you didn’t know, it was quite another to lie to the one person you loved more than anything.

Yann kept telling him to tell Eliott the truth, and Imane kept threatening to tell Eliott the truth herself if he didn’t get his head out of his ass, but he knew she would never actually do something like that. He also knew that they were both right, but what constituted the correct circumstances to say such a thing?

Eliott was already in the foyer when Lucas opened the door, completely lost in his thoughts. Lucas hardly registered Eliott’s presence until he was greeted by a soft kiss on the forehead, something that was pretty unusual given his new abilities. It was hard to surprise him anymore, but he did have a lot on his mind, and his guard was always down around Eliott. 

Eliott still didn’t seem like Eliott, though, and it worried Lucas. Normally, he would have rattled off a list of ideas for the mural right off the bat, but instead he went back to stand in front of the wall in silence, looking pensive. Lucas shrugged off his jacket and shoes and went to stand beside him. 

Honestly, it was a wonder Eliott had never taken his height difference with both Spiderman and Lucas into account when he was searching for Spiderman’s identity. Then again, Lucas didn’t even know if Eliott had ever actively sought out Spiderman’s identity. He knew that he would have, but he knew that Eliott probably cared more about respecting Spiderman’s wishes than discovering who he was under the mask. Lucas wasn’t sure how that made him feel. On one hand, it was nice to know how caring and considerate Eliott was, how respectful he was of others even when it didn’t benefit him. On the other, would Eliott really have been satisfied with a love like that? Sure, love was blind, and Lucas would have had to tell him eventually, but did he really not care who was under the mask, did he really think it wouldn’t make a difference? 

“We should talk,” Eliott said, and Lucas stiffened involuntarily. There it was, everything was about to come crashing down.

Lucas couldn’t bring his eyes to meet Eliott’s. “About what?”

“I, um, had a run in with Spiderman last night,” Eliott said, and Lucas did his best to look confused.

“Oh?” What else was there to say?

From the corner of his eye, Lucas saw Eliott lift his hand to his lips, running his fingers back and forth across his lips, a nervous habit he’d always had. “It was kind of confusing, if I’m being honest,” Eliott admitted, and Lucas squeezed his eyes shut.

“If you’re going to break up with me, Eliott, just do it,” he said defeatedly, not wanting to drag things out longer than necessary. He risked a glance at Eliott and saw that he looked completely taken aback. 

“Wha— Why would I break up with you?” Eliott asked.

“Because you love him more than me.” Because you love the fearless, heroic version of me more than the one you’ve known for years. The one that’s shared every vulnerability, every flaw. 

“Lucas—” Eliott reached out to him and Lucas took a step back. Eliott looked hurt, and Lucas didn’t know why. He was the one that should have been hurting. “Lucas, I’m not breaking up with you.”

Now it was Lucas’ turn to blink in surprise. “What?”

“I love you,” Eliott reminded him, but Lucas’ insecurities had taken the better of him, and he’d dug himself into an impossible hole. 

“Yeah, for now. But a week ago you were in love with Spiderman. How do I know I’m not just the person right in front of you, the one you love because you think it’ll fulfill you until the superhero is yours for the taking?” Lucas asked. 

Eliott rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? I don’t half ass love, I could never.”

“That’s what you think, but—”

“Well, what about you, huh?” Eliott demanded, going on the offensive. “When we’re together, it’s everything, and I feel every bit of love you have to share, but then you leave, you leave, and you leave. Or you don’t show up. Or you’re god knows where with god knows who at all hours of the day and night and I’m just expected to sit back and say nothing because it’s your life, but I’m a bigger part of that now, whether you like it or not, so when you leave and don’t show up and disappear I don’t know what to do.”

Well, fuck. “Well sorry for not telling you my location every second of the day, last I checked you were my boyfriend, not my father.” Well, double fuck. Why did he never know when to stop talking? 

“You’re impossible,” Eliott said, shaking his head and looking away. He’d said it a million times before, usually accompanied with a laugh or a fond look. Never this cold, never this serious. Lucas didn’t like fighting, especially with Eliott, but he’d been holding back so many things recently, keeping so many secrets from so many people, that he got needlessly defensive to avoid spilling them all.

He was scared that he would say something he’d regret, or spill a secret he wasn’t ready to spill, so he clamped his mouth shut, dipped his brush in paint, and flung it at Eliott. 

Eliott stumbled back in shock, and Lucas hoped his added strength hadn’t made it hurt at all. Eliott’s fingers traced the paint that now adorned the left side of his face and shoulder, and his expression turned from shocked to indignant. 

Lucas saw it coming, not only because of his spider senses, but also because he knew that when he reacted, Eliott exhibited an equal or opposite reaction, just like Newton stated. This reaction was going to be equal. 

Sure enough, he got a swipe of blue paint right across his forehead. This probably would have been sexy, under other circumstances, and Lucas hoped that a parallel version of himself got to have a sexy paint fight with Eliott rather than this petty one. 

They both completely disregarded the task at hand, even dropping their brushes and grabbing as much paint as their hands could hold before throwing it at each other. In the back of his mind, Lucas knew that he could have just apologized, that he should have just apologized. 

Though, he had to admit that a paint fight was an excellent way to release pent up tension. He thought he saw a little spark of light in Eliott’s eyes, like maybe he wasn’t actually mad, but it only made Lucas throw the paint a little harder. Fuck Eliott for being so perfect all the time.

Paint was flying from every angle in every color, and Lucas also knew that, frustrated as he may have been, Eliott’s brain was taking it’s time to appreciate the art in what they were doing too, the ways the colors mixed and how they landed and blended on skin, clothes, the floor beneath them. If he had been more artistically inclined, Lucas probably would have been appreciating it too.   

“What the hell is going on here?” someone screeched and Lucas and Eliott both froze mid throw, turning to the door with wide eyes. Daphné was looking at the two of them in utter dismay, the rest of the girls behind her. 

“Lucas started it,” Eliott said.

“Eliott’s being a dick,” Lucas said.

“Eliott was trying to have a conversation.”

“Lucas doesn’t give a shit.”

“Maybe Lucas should give a shit.”

Despite knowing that the girls were all standing there watching, Lucas lifted a paint can with ease, dumping its contents on Eliott. Eliott wiped his eyes, looking a little bit more angry now, but before he could retaliate, Imane ran in and stood between the two, holding her hands out and giving them each a disapproving glare, Lucas especially. She probably knew that this argument had stemmed from Lucas unwillingness to be truthful with Eliott. 

“Don’t make me,” she hissed under her breath to Lucas, not having to say more than that for him to get the point. She said something to Eliott too, but Lucas couldn’t hear it. Whatever it was Eliott deflated, anger leaving his eyes. He dropped the paint can he’d been holding with a loud thud, shaking his hair slightly to get rid of excess paint before grabbing his shoes off the floor and storming out of the room. 

Lucas was tempted to do the same, but Imane leveled him with another glare. “Not so fast. You’re not leaving until this mess is cleaned up.”

“Eliott got to leave,” he whined indignantly.

“Don’t test me, Lallemant.” She pointed a finger at him, shaking her head.

Lucas sighed, but obeyed her instructions. He owed her, Daphné, and Eliott that much. He and Eliott both probably needed a little bit of space, anyway, because apparently the two of them trying to talk ended in paint wars. 

Maybe his life would be better if he just shut up for a change. A lot of people’s lives probably would be, Eliott’s included. Funny how he could be a hero and a disaster at the same time. Hopefully that disaster wouldn’t start trickling into his heroic façade, that really would just be the icing on top of the cake, wouldn’t it?

[gumptin]

skam france s5e3 gave me trust issues....... review

- arthur’s just sitting there like Wots All This Then Aye?

- bro you either get glasses or hearing aids no in between there is no “both”

- but fr as a fellow blind bitch i understand the struggle of putting on glasses when there is Anything in the way

- wait wait wait.,.. don’t they have to do like,,, ear molds for hearing aids?? how he get them so quick?

- alexia isn’t goiNG TO FUCKING JUDGE YOU STOP BEING SO INSECURE IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP SHE LOVES YOU

- i have a feeling arthur is going to end up ditching the hearing aids as he gets to know noée and camille (i know his name now!)

- that ringing noise make my tinnitus go HEWWO

- that seems... overwhelming

- nice hat bro you look like the guy from riverdale

- he is NOT going to be able to fake it for long

- daphne gonna be the season 6 main i can Feel It. Daphne Warriors R I S E

- holy shit lucas is giving relationship advice and not receiving it we love growth

- oh god that seems like hell he can hear EVERYTHING around him

- basile and lucas stop screaming challenge

- yann :’(

- basile doesn’t understand the difference between platonic and romantic love

- oh no this is going to go bad i can feel it

- ALEXIA I TRUSTED YOUUUUU I FUCKING AHHHHJJHHJJ I TRUSTED HER AND SHE SAID THAT

- also the statement is SOOO untrue???

- this is character murder for the purpose of a shitty love triangle that’s bound to happen :/

— this is in between clips it’s a sunday and I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW ARTHUR IS DOING SHOW ME THE BOY

- yes his beanie is permanent fuck right off

- arthur and lucas said Failure Rights!

- wait okay so arthur’s first choice of seat is next to lucas and not... HIS MOFUCKIN GIRLFRIEND??

- imane really does get stuck with the worst class partners. i mean they’re great. but also the worst.

- the way he took of the beanie like Yeah We Ain’t Hiding Anything HERE

- LUCASDS TRUED TO SAY SOMNETHIBG

- imane is Onto You bitch

- bro not gonna lie i’m missing sofiane rn

- BE QUIET STOP Y E L L I N G

- yann how dare you trip the sick kid with the beanie

- yann and emma get back together challenge

- actually we do have to stare at each others dicks that is one of the pillars of friendship. lucas and eliott know.

- alexia is trying SO HARD

- lisa is OVER THIS JOB

- NOEEEEE NOÉE i- there she is

- *to the tune of jolene by dolly parton* noée noéE noÉE NOEEEEE

- ARE THEY FINALLY GOING TO TALK OR

- “i’m not deaf” okay sure Jan

- noée just ended his whole career with a hand gesture

- i didn’t need to translate that text i’m basically fluent now 😌😌

- okay so now i’m just getting the vibe that noée likes to adopt idiots... maybe there won’t be a love triangle

- not to be loud but this kinda reminds me of when lucas was looking up eliott

- to the person who translated it as “headass”... thankyou

- noee is already signing the adoption papers huh

- IDK WHY THE FOCUS SHIFT TO BASILE MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD BUT HES JUST STANDIN THERE HA

- arthur really struggling with that sandwich packaging

- NO👏ITS👏YOU👏

- when everyone knows about your sex life 😔✋

- bas be like: friend acting weird? must be gay.

- HE TOOK OFF THE BEANIE HELL YEAH BOYS MAYBE SOMETIMES WE DO WIN

- bas is crying bc arthur isn’t gay

- basile: “you can’t keep that beanie your whole life”

arthur: Bitch Watch Me

- BOY YOU BUILT LIKE uhhhhhhhh PENIS

- BRO😘CHECK🥰

- paul really said IM AN ACTOR

- imane has been diagnosed with Protect The Season Main Syndrome

- alexia said: and i- OOP

- wait holy shit I just realized their class ended at 5pm the fuck

- “i dont know if you met someone else” Yes. No. But... Yes.

- JUST. TELL. HER.

- arthur my dude you don’t gotta yell use your inside voice

- oh god oh fuck

- oh no

- oh........ oh no

- i’m so distressed but mostly over lucas’ hair

- i just had to go outside and take a breath i’m..... wow

final thots: i no longer think noée is going to be a love interest... it would make things very complicated storyline wise because alexia obviously loves him. i do think that noée is going to complicate things between them though, idk how yet.

also arthur really do look like a penis with that hat on i’m sorry...

[ao3feed-elu]

by Briallen

"So, this is a thing, now?" Yann asks, chewing his meal. "What is?" Lucas frowns, eating his sandwitch. "This," he waves at Lucas with fork again. "Is this your new look?" "What?" Lucas frowns more. He doesn´t realize he would look any different. "I know I look like shit, bro. I´m fucking tired. I need tomorrow to be over." "No, I mean... You look like Eliott, bro," Yann chuckles.

Words: 2642, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SKAM (France)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lucas Lallemant, Eliott Demaury, Yann Cazas, Basile (SKAM France), Arthur Broussard, Emma Borges, Manon Demissy, Alexia Martineau, Imane Bakhellal, Daphné Lecomte

Relationships: Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant

Additional Tags: story based by that picture from Axel´s ig story where he has Eliott´s hair (find it in the story), Eliott doing Lucas´ hair, Lucas is just tired baby, Domestic Boyfriends, they already dating, just like in canon living together and shit, Lucas has exams, boys trying to be funny, girls too, you know i don´t know what i should tag here, they are just cute and supportive, Fluff

[demaury]

Only You (chap.1)

For Lucas, life has always been rather bittersweet, between shitty family situations and crappy self-esteem overall, but his eighteenth birthday marks yet another dramatic turn that no amount of cynicism could have prepared him for. (ao3 link)

February 2019

Scrap, scrap, scrap.

The pencil was grazing the paper sheet with so much precision and regularity that Lucas had no trouble supplying the missing sound of the lead. His eyes were focused on the hands of the customer sitting outside, only tearing away when the guy set the pencil down to roll himself a cigarette. Of course he was a smoker. February had been relatively lenient so far, but it was a bit too early in the year to spend more time outside than necessary, unless you were a smoker. He didn’t know how long he had been looking, but a lifetime of noisy canteen tables had given him the ability to tune his loud friends out whenever he wanted to — perhaps too effectively, because now he had three pairs of eyes on him.

He was forced to refocus his attention on his own table, tearing his eyes away from the street. Last time he had tried to find interest in the conversation, it had been about some party the guys wanted to go, since apparently Arthur had game with a friend of Marine’s, his platonic soulmate. Nothing that called for his contribution, from what he knew, but maybe he had missed the part where it got interesting.  

“What?”, he asked blankly.

“He’s hot,” Yann simply commented with an approving nod.

Lucas followed his gesture, directed towards the guy sitting outside.

“Super hot,” Basile confirmed, pausing from slaughtering a viennoiserie to spare a glance.

“I was looking at the drawings,” Lucas said, eyes falling onto his now lucky-warm cup of coffee.

“So you can actually see anything from here?” Arthur deadpanned.

Lucas’ eyes travelled between the three of them, but the insistence they had to look outside made him turn back one more time. It was the worst idea he probably ever had. Because yes, the guy was beautiful, but he was also staring right the fuck back at him from the other side of the glass. Lucas was sure he could feel his eyes burning holes into his skin — not in a bad way, but in a totally, a 100% fucked up way.

Lucas’ head snapped back the other way, so fast he nearly broke his neck in the process. Smooth, Lallemant, real smooth, he thought sarcastically.

“He’s looking at you,” Basile remarked unhelpfully and far, far too eagerly to Lucas’ taste.

“No he’s not,” he gritted out, scowling. “He’s looking at us, because you are fucking creeps. Stop staring!”

“Says the one who was staring first,” Arthur snorted. “Bro, you weren’t even blinking.”

“I was looking at the drawings,” Lucas hammered, whisper-screaming. “Can we just collectively ignore him now and drop the subject?”

It could have come in handy for him to know what the conversation was about before it came to this, maybe he would have had higher chances to redirect it on safer grounds, but as it was what were the odds that they had changed subject since the last time he tried to care?

Yann quirked a brow, apparently far from being done. “So you’d just pass on him?”

“I’m not passing on anything, he’s just a guy,” Lucas retorted.

“Right,” Arthur drawled, extending the ‘i’ obnoxiously. “Just a guy. Staring the fuck at you. Plus, our love lives are a lot less miserable than yours.”

“I just got out of a relationship, I’ll let you know,” Basile retorted haughtily.

“And I’m not interested in dating these days,” Yann shrugged.

“Then why can’t you just understand that I’m not interested either?” Lucas huffed, ignoring Basile’s intervention to focus on Yann.

He profoundly hated the sudden tone of the conversation, all too aware where this was going. He wished he was wrong, but as soon as Yann sighed and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, Lucas knew it wasn’t the case.

“Because it’s about your soulmate,” he said, “not about you not wanting to date.”

“It always is,” Arthur quipped in his cup of coffee.

Lucas’ stomach tightened, and he instinctively averted his eyes.

Today had been an empty day. Not bad, not good. Just empty, an hour carrying him here and the other carrying there. It wasn’t all that bad, it was even days like these that Lucas craved the most — those where he was just feeling numb enough not to care. Of course now it was a lot more difficult not to care when his three (supposedly) best friends had decided to meddle in, especially when he had asked them not to.

“Look, we just don’t want you to keep moping forever,” Basile added.

Arthur nodded, shifting towards Lucas who was sitting next to him. “He’s right. When a cute guy looks at you, you just go for it, that’s how it works,” he completed with a casual shrug.

“Yeah, just go talk to him.”

“I’m not going to do that,” Lucas retorted coolly, feeling his calm crumble with each passing second. “I’m not going to talk to a guy who looked at the four of us once, and I certainly don’t need your fucked up advices because you’ve got no idea what I’m going through!”

“Because you never let anything out,” Yann protested.

“Why should I?” Lucas exclaimed. “So you can tell me to forget about it and just move on?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Basile admitted, looking rather embarrassed, and Lucas’ eyes jumped on him. “It’s been what, five months, now? Maybe- Maybe that’s what you should do?”

Arthur and Yann both glanced at him, mouthing a quiet ‘dude’ with a shake of their head. Lucas opened his mouth and closed it, nothing coming out at first. “How about you start shutting up about your damn soulmate, Baz?”, he snapped. “’When am I going to meet her’, ‘what does she look like’, ‘what if I never see her’-”

“Lucas–,” Arthur tried, but Lucas snatched his arm away when he squeezed it lightly to distract him.

“No, I’m fucking done hearing you all complain,” Lucas protested, perhaps louder than he should have judging by the embarrassed looks of the guys. He shook his head and stood up abruptly, grabbing his backpack and making the cups on the table tinkle together. “‘Oh no, my soulmate’s Emma’, ‘oh no my soulmate’s a platonic one’, ‘oh when am I gonna find her’, but mine is fucking dead, so excuse me for making a big deal out of it!”, he exclaimed bitterly, throwing the last words behind his shoulder as he was already on his way out.

*

4 months and a half, 21 hours and 36 minutes.

138 days. Over 3334 hours.

That’s how long he had been miserable. Ever since that horrible evening, last October. He and the boys were having predrinks at the flatshare, before hitting a college party organized by PACES students, and the memory of his own laughter made it all the more painful in retrospect. They were not quite a month into their first year at uni, and Lucas was still buzzing with the excitement of it all. In complete honesty he couldn’t have cared less about his studies; the major he had picked after his BAC, economics, was far from being his thing, but the silver lining had been his soulmate. As Yann had pointed out to him shortly after getting his soulmark last summer, new faces all around at uni meant more chances to meet his ‘Eliott guy’. And Lucas? Well, Lucas couldn’t decently argue with that logic, really. Every new party was another occasion to casually hope for something to happen — he had just never thought that ‘something’ happening would be so fucking painful.

“What are you looking at?” he remembered laughing in-between two rounds of video games and his second beer, after spotting Arthur’s eyes on him for quite some time now.

Arthur had barely looked up, frowning behind his glasses instead. “Dude, I think… I think your soulmark’s fading.”

Lucas had glanced down at his arm, exposed by the tee-shirt he was wearing, heartbeat rising as he jumped up from the couch to the closest source of light in the room to get a better view. A rush of adrenaline after that, and Lucas’ brain a mess of emotions making his head spin. He remembered clutching at his own arm, as he could do nothing but stare at the six letter name growing fainter and fainter despite his pleas, until it was barely noticeable at all and that the guys had no more comforting things to come up with. No one went to the party that night. Instead, Lucas found himself cradling his arm most of the night, hoping and begging for it to be just a mistake. For Eliott’s name to come back, thick and black and bold letters all over again — but it never did. His soulmark had remained the same, a faint scar in the shape of a name.

He hadn’t sought other testimonies online this time. He hadn’t felt the need to. Soulmarks fading was about a soulmate dying, everybody knew that. He didn’t need people recounting tearful stories, nor did he need anyone to instill hope where it had no place to be. Whoever Eliott was, whoever he had once been, it was over for him — for them. It had been terrible from there, and he wasn’t going to pretend otherwise just to make his friends feel better about it. They were still at an age where these kind of things were a big deal, for better or for worse, and he knew he’d still be looking out for Eliott everywhere he went just like Basile did with his soulmate, if it weren’t for a fucked up destiny taking too much pride in screwing him over.

“Excuse me?” tentatively called a voice next to him.

“What?” Lucas answered sharply, head snapping to the side.

The scowl on his face turned into a sarcastic twist of his lips accompanied by a dry snort. Of fucking course. The artsy customer from the café was standing here, roughly two meters away from him. There was only one fucking reason he’d be here, and this fucking reason in particular was a three-headed dumbass he had known since high school and was now dying to throw under the next bus.

“They are assholes, alright?” he spat. “I don’t know what they fucking told you and I don’t fucking care. I’m not interested, period.”

“You’re not interested,” the guy repeated, slightly cocking an eyebrow. Lucas thought he was on the verge of exploding if he was so much as trying to insist. But instead, the guy reached for a rolled-up cigarette he had tucked behind his ear. “I was just gonna ask for a lighter, but it’s always nice to know where everybody stands I guess.”

He was smiling.

Lucas’ cheeks heated up from crushing embarrassment and he cast his eyes away, staring at his hands and deflating instantly. It was definitely not the worst day of his life, but he could feel it make a solid entry in the top 5.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m not smoking.”

The guy shrugged. “Alright.”

Please, leave. He was the only one beside him waiting at the bus stop, if he really needed a lighter it wouldn’t magically appear in Lucas’ pocket. Just leave. Fighting with the guys had sucked the last bit of energy he had left in his body, he didn’t have any more left. But instead the guy sat on the metallic bench. Ultimate fuckery if there was one. He didn’t have any idea what he had done in a past life, but he could only guess it was bad. Lucas tried to look away and absorb himself in the silent contemplation of the sidewalk, but all he could think about was that he wanted to come home and crawl under the covers and forget that day even happened at all. It wasn’t easy when the guy sitting next to him was a constant reminder of the shitty afternoon he had just spent, between boring classes he didn’t give a fuck about, friends who had forgotten the basic meaning of ‘supportive’ and, of course, last but not least, lashing out to a complete stranger for trying to hit on him and who happened to be so far out of his league that they didn’t even play the same sport.

A metallic flick drove his attention toward the lighter the guy was currently trying to make work, with a concentrated frown on his face and the cigarette now tucked between his lips. He kept flicking, once, twice, ten times, until Lucas couldn’t take it anymore.

“Usually when they don’t work the first five times, they rarely work the ten other times after that,” he said.

The guy glanced at him, then shrugged. “I guess I’m a dreamer then, uh?”

He put the cigarette back behind his ear and pocketed the uncooperative lighter in his brown jacket. Lucas took his eyes away and glanced at the other end of their street, where his bus was slowly (but hopefully steadily) making its way in their direction.

“Rough day?”

Lucas risked an eye in the guy’s direction. “You don’t have to do that, you know. It’s fine.”

He shrugged one more time. “I don’t mind,” he said, smiling a little even.

Is he fucking kidding me? Lucas thought instantly, taken aback. He found himself staring, blatantly, unapologetically, as if he was seeing him for the first time. He studied his insanely intense grey eyes, and the messy but effortlessly good-looking brown hair making wonders to his sharp cheekbones. He’s hot, he was forced to admit to himself, just when the bus reached their stop in a concert of screeching and hissing sounds. But somehow, his inner voice suddenly sounded a lot like Yann’s, and it made him angry.

Angry and upset and fucking outraged.

“Well, I do mind,” he articulated.

Before the guy could even say something, Lucas snatched his backpack from the bench and strode towards the entrance of his bus without a glance back.

[all-things-skam]

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

Title: The worse week of my life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you even swim with sharks there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

It was a difficult week for everyone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine, Yann.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

Lucas nodded, releasing the smoke.

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

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

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

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

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

Imane smiled, they were adorable.

[she-is-tim]

I love hating you | Elu enemies to lovers AU | Ch.14 END

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6.5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Lucas is an angry, closeted and frustrated gay teenager, while Eliott is the handsome, smart and popular guy in school. They hate each other… but not forever.

Happily Ever After

After three days of staying in Eliott’s apartment and basically not going anywhere, they decided that it’s time to spend some time with their friends. Lucas asked the girls to put together some kind of event for everyone and of course Daphné jumped on the opportunity immediately. They decided to meet in the park and have some outside party. Emma and Alex were taking care of the booze, Daphné got music and decoractions, Idriss brought his soccer ball in case anyone wants to play, Manon made cakes, Alexia got the sandwiches, while Yann, Arthur and Basile got some pizza. The boys were on their way to the park and Lucas was just so happy, he had to post something on insta. They kinda got obsessed with showing off their love online. It just made him feel good and proud. 

Eliott was giggling next to him as he read the comments under the picture. It was good to see him being happy outside of the safety of his apartment. He made sure to leave only if his boyfriend feels better enough to be amongst other people. And since he said that he will be fine, Lucas had no intentions to stay inside either. He missed his friends and the spring break was coming to its end, so it was nice to have a little party. Not the getting high and drunk until you throw your guts out, but a chill, eating, drinking and talking kind of one. 

When they got there, everything was already set up, people were talking and having fun. The music was loud, but not too much. It was Sofiane who spotted them first, basically running towards them and wrapping his arms around the boys happily, squeezing them together. Eliott laughed and with his hand that wasn’t entwined with Lucas’ hugged him back. The short boy did the same and they stood there like this for a few moments until the others joined them.

“Finally! I thought you guys will never arrive.” Yann said, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, smirking at the boys. 

“I am so happy for you guys!” Daphné screamed and threw herself on the boys, much more agressively than Sofiane did, almost knocking them off, but they managed to stand still, enduring the blonde girl’s hug, until she pulled back with a bright smile. 

“So, is everything good between you two?” Arthur asked, offering two plastic cups to the boys, probably filled with some alcohol. Lucas accepted it, but Eliott just shook his head, he decided to stay sober for today. 

“Better than ever.” the short boy answered after taking a sip of his drink. It was whiskey coke, he liked it a lot. 

“Are you okay too, bro?” Yann asked with honest concern in his voice, turning to Eliott. Lucas felt happy and proud that his best friend cared so much for his boyfriend. It was truly endearing to see it, and seemingly the tall boy felt the same as a wide, happy smile spread on his face.

“Yeah, I’m doing well, thank for asking.” he said on a joyful tone and let go of his boyfriend’s hand just to throw his arm lazily around Lucas’ shoulder, pulling him to his chest. He chuckled and leant on him happily as everyone started to walk back towards the place where they were dancing. They had three tables, one for the food, one for the cakes and one for the drinks. Eliott snatched an iced tea for himself and they just joined the gang after that. Sofiane and Idriss were dancing with the girls now.

“So...” Basile started speaking and Lucas immediately felt like this is not gonna end well. He was right. “Did you guys have sex?” he asked shamelessly and the short boy wasn’t even that shocked by the question, but that can’t be said about Arthur or Yann. The blond one hit him in the side roughly enough to startle him, so Baz almost spilled his drink on the boys, but like they were one person, just stepped back out of reflex. Yann on the other hand tried not to choke on his own drink, coughing wildly. 

“Are you insane?” Arthur raised his voice, staring at their curly haired friend with pure disbelief. 

“What?” Basile whined while massaging the place where he got hit. “We are teenagers, this is a normal question to ask.” he said, trying to came off as the innocent one. 

“He is not wrong.” Eliott said suddenly, taking a sip of his drink and earning some shocked looks from the other three boys, while Basile looked like he found his Lord and Savior. “And answering the question, we did have sex. Multiple times actually.” he said smirking, making his boyfriend choke on his drink now. 

“Eliott!” he screamed between two coughs. Basile clearly beamed at what he just heard, while his other friends were laughing. 

“Can’t I talk openly about or sexual life?” the tall boy asked with a charming smile after his boyfriend stopped the choking session. Lucas rolled his eyes now, but still leaning to him, letting out a soft sigh. 

“Look at our sweet Lulu becoming a cute boyfriend.” Arthur was cooing at him, even pinching the short boy’s cheek. He squinted his eyes at his friend and hit away his hand, just slightly annoyed, but a little smile was tugging at his lips. 

“Yeah, Eliott managed to tame the beast.” Yann said smirking, earning a hit on the shoulder from his best friend. 

“It’s good to have my own little beast.” Eliott smirked and placed a kiss on his boy’s hair, sliding his arm from his shoulders down to his waist. “He is the best.” 

“Stop it.” Lucas chuckled and pushed him just lightly, still staying in his arms though, a soft blush creeping up on his cheek from the kind words.

“Ahw, they are so adorable!” a voice came from behind them. Both Lucas and Eliott turned their heads to see Idriss standing there and before they could even have a chance to escape, he wrapped his long arms around them. Eliott just laughed, while the short boy tried to catch his breath in the tight hold. He was indoors with his boyfriend so much, that all this hugging started to make him feel just a little bit uncomfortable. But he endured it, because he loved these people. 

“Okay, that’s enough, Idriss.” Sofiane walked to them now, pulling back his friend by his shoulder. “You are strangling Lucas.” 

“Oh, right. Sorry.” he laughed and took a step back, smiling brightly. “It’s just so good to see Eli being so happy again.” he explained.

“I’m actually happier than ever.” Eliott said, squeezing Lucas in his arm gently. “I am completely in love with this guy.” he smirked and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek. 

They stayed for hours just hanging out with the others, making jokes, telling stories and just having fun in general. Lucas enjoyed being outside, openly affectionate with his boyfriend in the presence of their friends. He might have had a fallen apart family, but these people made him feel like he was safe and loved. He loved how free and happy Eliott looked all the time as they were in the park, his life seemed to be just perfect like this. 

When Manon got a new camera that was on sale for a really good price, all hell break loose. She wanted to photograph everything, take pictures of food, of Lisa chilling on the couch, but most importantly, she was begging for the boys to let her take pictures of them. Eliott would agree to it from the beginning, but Lucas was too nervous and insecure to do it. Yes, they took photos of themselves and their friends did too, but it was different to actually pose for a “professional” to take pictures of them. 

Then a month later, around the end of school year when Eliott and him were studying together, the topic came up again. Lucas was sitting on the bed, reading his biology notes, while his boyfriend sat at his desk, doing math homework. They were supposed to do a literature assignment too, but it wasn’t as important like their current works. Everything was hell in school around this time, they had a shit ton of homework and even more things to learn for. Lucas couldn’t even remember when it was the last time that they went on an actual date and not studying together or doing homework. He missed their morning coffee dates, but both of them had things planned for most of the time before classes. 

He was so occupied with his notes that he only noticed the third piece of crumpled paper that hit his face and then landed on his lap. He looked up at Eliott, who was turned to him smirking, throwing another one at him that bounced off his chest, then joining the others in his lap. He raised an eyebrow, not understanding his boyfrend’s childish behavior. 

“What?” He asked, putting his notes to the side and turning his body towards the other boy. 

“Pay attention to me.” he said pouting, like he had any rights to do that. Lucas rolled his eyes, he got better at ignoring the cute faces that Eliott kept pulling off to get from him what he wanted. 

“We are supposed to be studying. Bac remember?” he sighed, glancing at the books laying on Eliott’s bed. 

“But we haven’t kissed since hours now.” his voice was almost high-pitched and the short boy couldn’t hold back a smug grin. 

“Oh yeah?” he asked, like he didn’t care, just to fuck around a little. “I didn’t even notice.” he lied, still having that shit-eating grin on his face. Eliott gave him a disapproving look, throwing a pencil at his direction, but he missed, so it landed on the floor. Lucas chuckled.

“Don’t laugh! Come here and let me smooch that adorable face of yours.” He said with a grumpy look on his face. The short boy smirked, getting up from the bed and walking to his boyfriend, stopping between his opened legs. A huge, happy smile appeared on Eliott’s face. Lucas gently put his hands on his boyfriend’s cheeks, cupping it softly before planting a kiss on his lips. It was innocent at first, but then the tall boy’s hands wandered down from his waist to his butt, grabbing it wildly, forcing out a moan from him. He used this opportunity to slide his tongue into his mouth, deepending the kiss. 

They were making out for long minutes like this, Eliott sitting on the chair, Lucas standing between his legs, arms roaming on each other’s body. Then they had to break apart for air, wheezing like they just ran a marathon, foreheads knocked together. The tall one was smirking victoriously, being satisfied with himself that his silly plan to distract his boyfriend worked so well. 

“I wanna ask you something.” he whispered after their breathing started to normalize. Lucas opened his eyes slowly, looking at him with anticipation. “Can you let Manon to take photos of us?” he asked, eyes filled with hope and excitement. The short boy sighed, they haven’t talked about this since a long time now and seeing how much Eliott still wanted it just made him come to the conclusion that he would do anything to make this guy happy.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” he mumbled into the tiny space between their lips. His boyfriend made a squeaky noise before he started laughing and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. Lucas couldn’t help but laugh with him, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face into the soft, messy hair. 

Lucas texted Manon not much after and she got so excited, bombing them with ideas, locations, sample pictures they could recreate. The short boy was overwhelmed, so he let his boyfriend handle this situation and he handled it so damn well. They sat down with the girl at a calm saturday to talk about the photoshoot. Eliott made sketches and claimed that they had to take the pictures on the school yard after classes. Manon agreed that it’s not a bad idea and she loved the sketches too. They seemed to agree on everything with Eliott in the end, so that is how a week later Lucas was posing for couple photos at school with his boyfriend. 

The weird thing was that he didn’t hated this at all. Yes, the first few pictures felt awkward and he felt like he’s a complete mess compared to his boyfriend, but after a while he got comfortable. Manon was mostly quiet, just giving them soft instructions once in a while, but it was mostly Eliott who put themselves into the next position. Lucas was grateful that they were wearing comfortable clothes, nothing too fancy. He even had a baseball cap, feeling like he will need it to cover his mess of a hair, but Eliott didn’t let him put on, so most of the time he was just holding it in his hands. 

When they were done, Lucas was shocked that more than an hour passed by. He felt like it was just a few minutes with Eliott by his side. They sat down on a bench with the girl, quickly going through the pictures and he was stunned by them completely. Manon did a great job and seeing how excited his boyfriend was just made him extra happy. As a reward for the awesome pictures, the boys invited Manon for a dinner and of course she agreed. They went to a nice burger place nearby, having fun there for almost three hours, going through the pictures over and over, sometimes laughing at the expressions on the boys faces where they were blinking or sneezing. Then both of them decided to pick a photo to post it on instagram, both because they were proud of the great work Manon did and they wanted to share their love with the whole world, like always.

August 10

Lucas almost stumbled in the boxes as he got up from the couch, cursing as he made his way to the kitchen. He was only wearing his briefs and a shirt he had stolen from Eliott. He yawned while he was pouring coffee into his mug, leaning to the counter and watching his boyfriend still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t hold back a happy smirk, looking through the boxes scattered around the flat. 

When he finished his drink, he prepared some cheese toast and another mug of coffee, walking back to the living room with those. He sat down on the couch and kissed his boyfriend’s hair softly. He let out a little groan, turning around, slowly opening his eyes. When he saw the boy next to him, a soft smirk appeared on his face. 

“Good morning, my love.” he mumbled, voice still a bit hoarse. Lucas chuckled and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Good morning, handsome. I made you breakfast.” he said softly, showing the plate with the sandwiches and the mug in his hands. Eliott slowly sat up, leaning on the back of the couch and rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes, yawning. When he finished that, he took the coffee first, taking a few sips and letting the caffeine spread in his body, waking him up a little. It had just a tiny bit of sugar in it, which was perfect. 

“You always make the most delicious coffee for me.” Eliott claimed, giving his sweet boy a peck on the lips before taking the plate of toasts, placing it on his lap. 

“Isn’t that obvious? I am making you coffe every morning since months now.” he said with a proud grin, placing himself on the couch a bit closer to his boyfriend, resting his head on his shoulder. 

“Of course, but that doesn’t mean I can’t compliment you.” he replied and took a bite of his toast, then handing it to Lucas. He didn’t grab it, just took a bite and smiled at him softly. They were always sharing breakfast like that, that’s why Lucas never bothered to have two plates of food, when they can do this instead. 

“When will Idriss arrive exactly?” Lucas asked after they were almost done with the eating. He looked through the boxes and just wished they could get this done as quick as possible. He hated packing stuff, but today was a special day for both of them, so he pushed those negative thoughts aside. 

“Around 10.” Eliott shrugged and continued drinking his coffee. “We will be done by noon, don’t worry.” he said softly, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. 

“I’m not worrying.” Lucas pouted and buried his face into the tall boy’s neck. “This is was we have planned since a month now. I just hate packing stuff.” he mumbled, making Eliott laugh.

“Come on, Lucas. You don’t even have that many things. It’s like five or six boxes, no furniture and most of them were already boxed.” he reminded him kindly, kissing his forehead before drinking the rest of his coffee. 

“Yeah, because they banished me to this couch from hell.” he said bitterly, wrapping an arm around Eliott’s waist, leaning his body on him a bit more. 

“We have some good memories with this couch, though.” the tall boy said smirking. “When Manon was at Emma’s, Lisa visited her parents and Mika had a hookup with someone.” he reminded him, whispering into his ear. “You were quite loud that day, even louder than the couch.” he continued, placing a kiss on his earlobe. “I can still remember how you moaned my name. It makes me hard just to think about it.” he finished it by biting the boy’s neck, making him let out a squeaky moan. Lucas felt his face burning and he gently slapped his boyfriend’s chest.

“Stop this! Everyone is still sleeping.” he muttered into the tall one’s shoulder, trying to get rid of the blush on his cheeks somehow. 

“See, that’s why we’re moving together.” Eliott huffed with a bit of annoyance in his voice. The short boy looked up, studying those steel blue eyes with curiosity. “I wanna be able to tease you in the morning without worrying to get caught by your flatmates.” he sighed and placed his hand on the boy’s cheek. “Maybe even having some morning action.” he winked at him playfully which made him giggle. 

“Yeah, I have to admit that I would love that.” he said smiling, leaning into the warm touch of Eliott. 

“Then let’s get dressed and pack up the rest of your stuff, please.” he said smiling and got up from the “bed”, looking for his pants and shirt on the floor, while his boyfriend just kept laying there, adoring his half naked body from behind. “Baby, if you keep staring at my ass, you’re going to drool all over your sheets.” Eliott said as he put on his pants and glanced at his boyfriend over his shoulder, smirking. Lucas blushed heavily, looking away and getting up from the bed, sniffing his boy’s shirt one more time before taking it off and dressing up into his own clothes. 

Hours later they were done, box packed into the trunk of Idriss’ car, boys sitting in the back, heading to Eliott’s apartment. Lucas was kinda nervous, holding his boyfriend’s hand all the way. It was one thing staying at each other’s place for days, spending almost every day together and living with said person. What if he says something stupid when he’s upset with school? What if they fight and Eliott needs space? 

So many questions he didn’t know the answers for. He will also miss the presence of Manon, Mika and Lisa, their happiness, complains, everything. Of course despite the bad things that was going on between them, Mika cried when the boys announced to the flatmates that Lucas is going to move in with Eliott. He hugged the short boy tightly, sobbing that he is not gonna say amen to this, because he needs his cute son. It was both annoying and endearing at the same time, since he had no rights to forbid anything, but he also cared so much that he couldn’t just let go of Lucas. It took them hours to calm down the older boy, reassuring him, that they will still come back to hang out with them sometimes and that he should be glad there won’t be anymore living room action he could come home to. 

As they arrived Idriss, Lucas and Eliott carried up the boxes to the third floor, where Lucille and Sofiane was waiting for them. They made sure there is enough space for Lucas’ stuff, also the girl decided to cook for everyone while they are packing. Sofiane hugged both boys after they put down the boxes, congratulating them for this big step and saying how proud he is. Lucas was a bit overwhelmed and excused himself, joining Lucille in the kitchen, while his boyfriend kept chatting with his friends. 

“What are you cooking?” he asked softly. Lucille turned around her head and smiled at him. She had longer hair now, not that curly, but still only wearing light makeup which made her really beautiful. 

“Hey, Lucas!” she greeted happily, waving for him to come closer and as he did, she kissed him on the cheek. “It’s good to see you. I’m cooking some chicken stew with rice and vegetables.” she explained, stirring the tasty looking meal in the pot. 

“Smells nice.” he said and jumped up on the kitchen counter, making himself comfortable. It was weird to think of this place as his own, not just as Eliott’s now. “Where are you gonna stay now, by the way?” he asked curiously after a few minutes of silence. “I mean, I wouldn’t have any problems of you staying here while you’re in Paris, but...” he tried to quickly explain himself, but Lucille cut him off. 

“It’s fine, I don’t wanna cockblock you guys.” she said smirking and winked at the short boy playfully, which made him giggle. “I was actually thinking of finding a flat for myself.” she said a bit quieter and Lucas almost fell off the counter as he leant forward to make sure he hears her well.

“What? Are you serious?” he asked excitedly. In the past few months he and Lucille become really good friends, amusing themselves by teasing Eliott to the point where he couldn’t handle being in the same room with the two of them. It was beautiful and the boy couldn’t wish for a better sister-in-law, if he could call her that. And Eliott had no rights to complain, because he and Yann seemed to get along very well, sometimes even hanging out just them, without Lucas or the boys. It made him happy how their lives seemed to go into a very good direction. His mother and Eliott’s parents were also really supportive, having some issues at the beginning, but now it was all smooth and clean. 

“Yeah, I am looking for a job here.” she nodded and put the stove on lighter heat, turning to the boy now, arms crossed. “I just haven’t told Eliott, because I don’t want him to think that I wanna come back to watch over him.” she sighed and looked down. The boy hopped off the counter and walking to her, he might be the short one, but he still felt like he has to make sure Lucille feels loved. So he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her gently and stroking her hair. 

“I’m sure Eliott would never think that.” he said softly. “And if he does, I knock some sense in his fine ass, don’t worry. I am so happy you wanna stay in Paris.” he said with honesty, squeezing the girl a little, which made her laugh. 

“Thank you.” she said, softly pushing him away now, but planting a kiss on his cheek before turning back to the stove, continuing the cooking. Lucas smirked and placed himself back on the counter with a beer in his hand he grabbed from the fridge. He looked around happily and proudly, relizing that now he has his own apartment that he shares with the love of his life. It was so unreal, so new, but he loved every bit of it. He wouldn’t have thought it at the beginning of the year that he’s going to live together with Eliott Demaury, having an established and healthy relationship.

When the boys walked to the kitchen to get some drinks for themselves, Eliott basically launched himself on Lucas, smooching him like there’s no tomorrow, while the other two walked to Lucille, kissing her cheeks from each side. She just giggled and waved her hands at them when they tried to taste the food. The boys laughed at them, while cuddling each other, Lucas sitting on the counter still, legs open with Eliott between them, leaning his back on his boyfriend’s chest, making himself become the little spoon. 

School time was coming, both of them were busy with getting ready. Eliott was going to start his studies at college too, studying art and cinematography, while also working at a coffee shop. During the summer Lucas also had a job, helping out in a flower shop that Lucille showed him. He liked the place a lot and was sad that he has to finish it once school starts, but with the graduation and everything going on in their life, he couldn’t handle that too. He also had a dog to take care of now. It was tough at first, but as they both got used to its presence and learned what they can and can not do, it become as easy as breathing. Their morning routine started with Lucas making breakfast, feeding the dog, Eliott making coffee and taking a shower, then they eat together before heading out to work or just start their day at home. Luna was a really lazy puppy, only cewing on the legs of the coffee table sometimes, but she barely caused any troubles. 

They were a happy little family and Lucas felt like nothing can make this better, cause it was already perfect. Well, he was completely wrong. When their one year anniversary started to become a close event, Eliott started acting weird, needing more alone time than he usually wanted, saying that he’s working on a college project that is really important for his studies. Lucas tried not to read too much into it and just let it go, but he still felt suspicious. 

Then just a week before their anniversary, Eliott visited him at school, on a friday afternoon. They went to the common room in hopes to hang out with the others, but the place was strangely empty, not even one student were there playing table soccer or using the computer. Lucas found it weird, but his boyfriend didn’t let him too much time to chew on it, because he dragged him to the mural they painted last year. He was about to ask what is going on, when suddenly Eliott was down on one knee, holding a tiny blue box in his hands, slowly opening it, revealing two rings in it. They were made of white gold with one blue steel stripe in the middle. Lucas gasped, placing his hands on his mouth, not believing his eyes.

“Lucas Lallemant...” Eliott started, looking deadly serious with a soft smile on his face still. “Will you marry me?” 

Lucas opened his mouth, but he couldn’t force the words out, his eyes filling with tears, so he could barely see his boyfriend, but he started to nod quickly, before he could think that he doesn’t want to. He could hear Eliott’s relieved sigh and then his chuckled as he reached up for the short boy’s hand, standing up slowly. He tried to rub the tears out of his eyes, smiling like an idiot when his boyfriend slid the ring up on his finger slowly, then kissing his knuckle. He grabbed the other ring, doing the same for Eliott and then jumping into his neck happily, crying again. 

As they were cuddling, laughing and crying, the door of the common room slammed open and all of their friends stormed in screaming. They surrounded the couple, creating one gigantic group hug, then all of them started to congratulate, asking questions. Daphné seemed really excited, asking if she can help with organizing the wedding, Yann and Manon just looked at them with knowing eyes, while Mika hugged Lucas happily, talking about how proud he is that his only son is getting married. 

They soon left the common room, since half of the people weren’t even students of the school, moving to the flatshare, because that was the only place where this many people could fit in. On the way they bought snacks, drinks, takeout, everything that is needed to celebrate an engagement. When Lucas voiced his concerns about leaving their dog alone for so long, his boyfriend reassured him that Lucille is taking care of her, which now explained why she wasn’t there with them. 

“I wonder what my mom is going to say about this.” Lucas mumbled as they were sitting in the armchair at the flat, surrounded by chatting friends, while some chill music was playing quietly in the background. Everyone drinking beer, buice, whatever they liked and they seemed really happy. 

“Well...” Eliott started, hands running up and down on his boy’s arms slowly. “I actually asked her about this.” he mumbled, burying his face into Lucas’ fluffy hair. 

“What?” he asked surprised, moving his head to the side, trying to look at his hiding boyfriend.

“I just... I wanted her permission.” he said, still avoiding the short boy’s look. “To make sure she’s okay with this.” 

Lucas didn’t say anything, but grabbed his boyfriend’s chin, lifting up his head and smiling at him fondly, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was with such a soft and lovely boyfriend... well, fiancé, actually. He had to laugh into the kiss as he thought about this, because it just made him feel so soft and warm inside. Eliott shot him a confused look, disapproving that his boyfriend just broke their soft moment.

“I love you so much.” Lucas whispered, biting his bottom lip just a little for teasing. 

“I love you too.” Eliott smirked and placed his hands on the boy’s waist now, pulling him closer, like they aren’t in the presence of a dozen people in the room. “And I will love you forever.” 

“Is this when movies say that they lived happily ever after, right?” Lucas smirked at him, running his fingers through his messy hair, rubbing their nose together. 

“Yeah, this is our happily ever after.” he whispered with a cute giggle, before initiating a really intense and inappropriate kiss with his beloved fiancé. 

They were really living the best of their life together. 

This was a long ride guys, but thank you so much for sitting through it with me, reading all this mess I wrote, enjoying the chapters, getting nervous at the angsty parts! I cannot express how much I love all of you, all the messages and comments! I can’t wait to start writing my next story, I hope you all going to like it! Have a nice day and Bisous to all of you 

[ayellowcurtain]

Maybe this is random and I know you're busy with a lot of prompts, but I was wondering if you'd write an AU story where Yann is figuring out if he's bi/pan and talk to either Lucas or Elliott about it because he couldn't stop thinking about someone special that aren't Emma or Chloe.

I was sitting on this idea for the longest time, waiting for an idea, but sometimes the idea comes and hits ya in the face and you just write! Again writing this at the top of my head, not rereading or checking for mistakes, but I like it, hope you do too <3 

Yann walks in front, trying to find a more private place for them to sit in the crowded coffee shop. It’s been a long time since they went on a date just the two of them and Lucas feels guilty. He really tries not to be the friend that leaves everyone behind the second he gets himself a boyfriend and he thinks he succeeded at that, but most of the time, Arthur or Baz or the two of them are always with Yann and him too. No problem with that, but Lucas would like to think he and Yann are a little bit closer than the four of them together.

They’ve known each other since forever. Yann was there when Lucas’ parents got divorced and Lucas was there for both break-ups that Yann went through. And they were never afraid to talk about their personal struggles. At least not until a guy showed up and Lucas fell head over heels for him, but that’s different.

“Here?” Yann asks, pointing at a small couch in the back of the place, shoved in an awkward corner where there’s no room, except for the couch and a small table, facing an old window, nobody can probably see them or what they are going to talk about.  

“Yeah…” Lucas nods his head and Yann throws himself on the couch, leaving some space for Lucas to sit.

They talk about random, harmless subjects. Yann’s parents annoying him to decide what he’s going to do after school, Lucas’ mom visiting every few weeks and their final exams, but Lucas knows something is bothering Yann.

Normal Yann is the most chill guy you’ll ever meet. With an easy smile and his shoulders are never up, tense against his neck like they are right now. And he doesn’t bite his nails, avoiding eye contact, but Lucas waits for a little.

The waitress calls their names and Lucas looks over the back of the couch, waving his hand for a waitress walking in circles until she finally finds them, giving their coffees and croissants over the back of the couch, smiling as she walks back to the front.

The croissants smell amazing, but Lucas is not really hungry so he grabs his coffee first, taking a small sip, cleaning his lips with his tongue, carefully looking at Yann, trying to give him some type of quiet reassurance.

“I met someone.” Yann finally lets out like it’s nothing. He says with his normal voice, not stuttering or anything, but he’s scared? Lucas notices the tinniest crease forming right in between his eyebrows, his eyes rounded and big like a lost puppy, and Lucas just doesn’t understand where that’s coming from.

“That’s good...no?”

Yann sighs, drinking his coffee, pulling his hoodie to cover the top of his head.

“It is...right?” He frowns really hard now, tilting his head to the side, resting it against his hand, drinking his coffee as he waits for Lucas to say something, probably more than just two or three words.

“I mean...I like liking someone so I think it’s good. As long as it’s a nice person, single, old enough or not too old and that likes you back...How could liking someone be a problem?”

Yann is restless, but even then, it’s so delicate, you can barely notice. He starts tapping his feet against the wood floor and straighten his posture, measuring his words inside his mouth before explaining to Lucas.

“It might...hm, not be a girl.” Lucas almost chokes on the small sip of coffee he just tried to drink. Yann is looking at him and Lucas is trying not to look so taken aback, but he’s sure he failed because Yann starts to try and explain himself. “I’m not dating anyone or anything. Something just...happened at a club and now I’m just trying to understand.”

“Yann, Yann...You don’t have to explain yourself, you’re not doing anything wrong. I just wasn’t expecting this conversation to turn into you realizing you might be into not just girls. I obviously don’t have any fucking problem with that.” Yann exhales and laughs and Lucas smiles, relieved that Yann is trusting him to talk about this. “You’re my best friend and that won’t change. So...someone, huh?”

Yann relaxes again, resting against the old couch, putting his arm behind Lucas’ shoulder on the couch.

“Yeah...It was at a club, so you know, dark as shit and I don’t wanna be out here trying to guess how people identify themselves, but it was not a girl, that much I know.”

Lucas raises his eyebrows, turning to face Yann so he can see every word coming out of his mouth, every expression that he makes. Something about the way he said I know makes Lucas wonder, but he doesn’t ask right away. This is better than any romantic movie.

“Any name? Was it just a kiss...?”

Yann looks down at their coffees and then back at Lucas. The silence only builds the words Yann purposefully didn’t say. Lucas can’t believe what he’s (not) hearing.

“You...had sex at your very first night hooking up at a club? What?!”

Lucas knows he said the last word a little too loud for a coffee shop on a Monday afternoon, Yann looks around, sitting up again.

“Calm down, yeah? What can I say? I’m irresistible, Lucas.” Lucas rolls his eyes and Yann gives him shy laughter back, drinking more of his coffee, needing a second to continue so Lucas grabs his croissant. “Bro, they wanted to go somewhere else and so we did! I wouldn’t say no, what the fuck!”

“How drunk were you? Do you remember everything? No names, really? Or did they say it and you just forgot like the player that you are?”

“You, man. The image that you have of your best fucking friend! I was a little drunk, but I remember, I know what I did, what happened...It was good, Luc, very good. Mindblowing even, but no names. I woke up in their bed, there was some makeup type of thing on the pillow, but I was alone in a small apartment close to your old place, with just one note saying that they had a fantastic night, but had to go do something for college, I don’t know but...I found them on insta.”

Lucas puts his croissant down on his thigh, cleaning his lips with a napkin.

“You’re a stalker now?”

“Lucas! Come on! It was just...pure luck and a little bit of research. Their insta is all artistic and shit, still no name, but I texted them and got a text back this morning…”

Lucas smiles, feeling so happy like all this rom-con content is happening in his life, not Yann’s.

“And? Do you have a date or something?”

“So many questions, huh. No dates, but I’ll try. And I still have the note from that morning…” Yann raises his eyebrows and Lucas knows Yann knows he wants to see it so he opens his hand and Yann carefully puts his hand inside his jacket pocket, giving the small piece of pink paper for Lucas to read.

Last night was amazing. Really amazing, thank you for walking me home, charming prince. <3

Had to rush to college this morning, tho, but there’s some coffee in the kitchen if you want.

- Z

Yann carefully takes his note pack, folding the paper like Z had probably folded when they wrote that and he puts back inside his pocket.

“I’m really happy for you, Yann. Z seems nice…” Yann nods his head, smiling like a dumbass, suddenly interested in his food and coffee.

“Yeah, bro. I know.”

[purplebyul]

i wrote something because i was bored. probably full of mistakes since english isn't my first language but enjoy anyway. it's just fluffy elu and happy lucas!

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everything seemed to be perfect. lucas was sitting in the sun on the grass, surrounded by all his friends, chatting and laughing with each other. he was simply watching them. watching emma bickering playfully with alex, manon, imane, daphné and alexia playing a game of rock paper scissors to know who will have to throw away the trash, mika lying in the grass with his head on lisa's lap, both enjoying the sun. yann, basile and arthur were close to him, talking about the recent "song" basile uploaded for daphné - congratulating him on some of the lyrics, calling him out on the ones that were less poetic. lucas was happy, being with all of his friends. he tried not to think about eliott, probably in his room, alone.

he took his phone out of his pocket, wanting to take a picture to share with eliott. he snapped it and send it with the caption "wish you were here" before pocketing his phone again. he could understand eliott needed time to be better, to feel good and be able to enjoy going out, but he missed him anyway.

a couple of minutes later, eliott replied with a heart and lucas smiled at his phone. if he was good enough to answer lucas' text, then everything was good.

he turned toward the boys, trying to listen to their conversation for once and get out of his own bubble.

"no but basile, the idea was good but seriously, you need to tell us before you do something like that." said yann, a little bit exasperated.

"yes! we could have helped, you know?" arthur joined in.

"what was so problematic with what i wrote guys?"

"basile, it wasn't problematic just...."

"desperate." lucas chimes in. his friends turned to him, smiling.

"exactly! just a little bit desperate. what with your 1+1 equals 2 because i am 1 and you are 1..."

"was it too much? did it make me look like a loser?"

yann, arthur and lucas looked at each other, trying not to smile and laugh. they didn't know what to say without hurting basile so yann settled on a couple of shrugs before arthur jumped in.

"you know what bro? why don't you send her a text and ask here what she thought about it?"

lucas leaned toward yann, who was distracted by something else. "does she even follow basile on instagram?"

"eum...i don't know bro." he looked at lucas with a smile. "maybe."

lucas had just enough time to frown before all went black, someone's hands on his eyes. he missed a heartbeat, his hands coming up to the ones covering his sight.

"guess who?"

a smile stretched his lips so wide, he heard yann mutter something along the line of "lovebirds are back guys" before arthur and basile snickered.

"i wonder. i'd say an awesome guy. stunning, even."

the hands lifted from his eyes while eliott laugh, and lucas wasted no time before turning around, watching his boyfriend with crinkled eyes, the sun shining on his face. lucas smiled, getting closer to the taller one who was now sitting in the grass too, before leaning his forehead against eliott's. "what are you doing here?"

"just wanted to surprise you. i felt good enough to go out and i asked yann what you were all doing so when he said you were just sitting in the park talking, i thought ok. i'll try."

lucas looked at his best friend, who just gave him a thumb up before going back to talking with the others, and lucas never felt so good about having him as a part of his life. looking back at eliott, he took his lover's face between his hands, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "thank you."