honey i love you

ive had a tumblr acc for a couple years now but only this year i started to make mutuals, make my own posts, i started talking to people, sending asks to you guys and tbh i never thought i would bc im ✨shy✨ (and an anxious mess but we wont talk about that✊) every little interaction between me and one of you made my days sometimes<33 yknow i also learnt how to gif this year, and your tags made me so fucking happy my dudes yall have no idea😌 so thank you for making this year more bearable for me because i really cant function for a long time when on my own kzjxks i hope new year will treat us all kindly💖 if you ever need anyone to talk to, about literally anything, you know where to find me🤝

also i wanna add,,,if youre a content creator just know that your work warmed my heart this year 100%. ive been trying hard to support everyone as much as i could so thank you for all you do, i appreciate every single edit from you babies<3 okay love uuuuu

(now i will not be tagging every single mutual since i kinda feel weird tagging people ive never really interacted with but this doesnt mean that i dont care about you, i literally just dont wanna be annoying in your notifs i already feel kinda weird xjxjsks)

starting with special thank yous to @ayarambles, @robbesdriesen and @alwayskissmeatnight for dealing w me so often, i love u✨✨

from A to M

@lieverobbe, @depppie, @fish-brick, @driesenrobbe, @bleachblondebitches, @matteohnora, @fvae, @lucasotteli, @luxandobscurus, @embeddedinmybrain, @demauryss, @driesenstars, @earthling-isa, @isakyaqi, @dreamaur, @earthlingeliott, @kieumyfatous, @fatouuuu, @fatoudixon, @itubainaretro, @misunderstoododdity, @hidden-joy, @mrijzermans, @birthdaysentiment, @alcxmcrcer, @gucciboner, @franboos, @alterlovex.

from N to Z

@sanasballoons, @sander-klaas, @sanderxrobbee, @pduwd, @palpitating-procrastination, @yasminaseason, @nyttvera, @perfectsilence22, @vanillalipstick66, @robbeszoe, @tsjernobyl, @zoesrobbe, @suburbanenigma, @nori-in-pink, @sassy-sara, @souriwin, @happilyinsane, @wisteriaslut, @to-enter-polaris.

Eliott looms over him, imposing and every bit breathtaking to the point it leaves Lucas thanking anyone and everyone that Eliott is not privy to his thoughts. 

Eliott is smiling almost cruelly and Lucas' focus is riveted on the way those lips stretch dangerous and alluring. 

A hand cards through his hair lovingly. 

"We've  been seeing each other for how long now?— and you still insist on sleeping on the couch?" 

Lucas feels his heart race, beating incessantly against his ribs. He licks his lips, feeling parched. Lucas could be imagining it but it almost feels like the lips above him inch a little closer every time he moves the slightest. 

The fingers yank his head back until his neck strains and he is staring directly into Eliott's  eyes. 

Lucas melts, the intensity of the gaze nearly makes him crack but he keeps a straight face. 

"You have a comfy couch." 

"My bed is even better. It can fit me and two of you." And then some. Lucas has seen it with his own two eyes.

Lucas purses his lips and looks away. 

"Are you telling me you want to have a threesome?" Lucas says, head turning back to look down the length of his own body. 

"You want to share—" he runs his hand down the front of his shirt." — this?" Lucas chuckles at the way those eyes darken.  

Narrowed on him like he was the world. The hand in his hair move to grip at his cheeks. Long fingers pinch his chin, the force of it has his mouth dropping open. 

He feels his pulse race, eyes dilate, breathe rushing from him as Eliott leans in. 

"Cheeky little shit. Come to bed." He whispers. 

But Lucas wants Eliott to chase him so more. The glorious feeling of being incontrol gives him a rush and forces out a resolute,

"No, I don't  think I will." He pulls away from Eliott and closes his eyes against the smirk on the handsome face. For a second Lucas thinks he has won. The silence is a little more than  deafening. 

Then Eliott pulls away with a huff of laughter. 

Lucas peaks at him through one o clock en eye and watches as he shales his head, arms crossed  and smile still on his face. He walks towards  the  kitchen. Eliott pulls out a wine bottle  and silently uncorks the bottle, not sparing Lucas even the smallest glance. 

He pours two glasses of wine and carries both of them deftly in one hand and the uncorked bottle in the other. 

Lucas smirks up at Eliott. 

"Yes?" 

Eliott shrugs. Without a second thought, the tall brunette upends the entire bottle on his couch—the deep andnl rich crimson color seeps into the fabric, blotching until all Lucas can smell is the tart fruit sent of wine. 

He stares incredulously at the ruined couch, at the empty wine bottle, and the look of innocence on Eliott's face. 

"Whoops." 

"And where exactly am I supposed to sleep now?" 

Eliott cocks a brow. "I don't  know, best figure that out soon. It's  getting late."  Eliott shrugs his shoulder and takes a sip from his glass. 

"Maybe I should head hom—" 

Lucas gets cut off. His words dying against hungry lips that are stained a deep deep red. He giggles agains the pressure and opens his mouth, letting Eliott in. 

"Don't  even think about it." Hurried words called out against his skin. He loves when Eliott kisses him. When his lips are there, pressing, loving, and leaving marks. 

"But I don't  have anywhere to sleep now." He tilts his head to give Eliott better access, shivers slightly at the tongue that lavished tenderness behind his ears, on his jaw—nipping at his collar. 

"My bed. With me." 

Lucas smiles. And really, he just wants to here it again and again. But Eliott pulls away and the places he kissed starts to cool against the air. 

"Unless you really don't  want to. Then I'll  take the couch and you can have the bed." 

Lucas looks up at Eliott incredulous. Not for the first time since he met him, does Lucas think some deity decided to bless him with good fortune. They must be making up for all the horrible teenage years he had to suffer through. 

"Carry me." Lucas demands. One arm already holding onto Eliott. With his free hand he steals both of the wine glass and, with a flourish, pours it down the front of his shirt. He shivers at the cool press of fabric against his skin. 

"Whoops. What should I do? I didn't  pack anything?" He stares at Eliott with wide eyes. 

In a rush, Eliott hoists him up in his arms and instinctually Lucas wraps his legs around Eliott's  waist— laughing loudly as his world shifts from under him.