angel eyes

(—) ★ spotted!! LUCA MATTHEWS on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the TWENTY-EIGHT # year old looks like HARRY STYLES, but i don’t really see it. while the MODEL/SOCALITE is known for being AMAROUS my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be FLIGHTY i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song ANGEL EYES - ABBA {he/him / cismale} - penned by LAICE, 23 , CISFEMALE, SHE/HER

She let him get his frustrations out, continuing to yell at her, despite being glued to the floor in front of him. This wasn’t Luca, he had never acted this way towards her, no matter what had happened to them in the past. They had been attached at the hip from the moment they met, so seeing him this way was splintering her heart into pieces. “I must be,” her voice cool and collected as she moved further through his home, parking herself next to him on the couch when he fell on it. She waited for him to get the tantrum out of the way before she wrapped her arms around his middle and let her head fall against his. “Actually, yeah, I could use getting fucked up right about now.” Bottle pressed against her lips as the liquid slipped down, handing the bottle back to him and letting her head fall back into the spot.

eyebrows  furrow,  confused  —  can’t  tell  if  the  other  is  being  serious  or  just  fuckin’  with  ry  at  this  point,  and  he’s  too  afraid  to  ask.  he’s  gone  to  the  wrong  person  to  talk  about  this  with  ..  even  if  by  accident.  can’t  even  confront  his  own  feelings,  let  alone  help  someone  else  out  with  theres.  "oh,  shit  —“  an  appropriate  response,  of  course.  "sorry  man.  you  –”  lips  purse,  thinking.  "you  wanna,  like,  talk  about  it  or  somethin’?“

“  –––––  no  ,  it  didn’t  or  does”  and  there  wasn’t  an  inch  malice  behind  her  words  ,  no  intention  to  further  the  subject  because  there  wasn’t  pain  or  remorse  .  memories  of  what  they  lived  inked  only  by  its  best  parts  ,  when  it  was  good  .  an  easier  love  has  found  her  ,  one  that  is  pure  and  it  brings  the  best  out  in  her  ;  not  the  ugliness  and  the  desire  to  change  someone  .  “ but  i  once  cared  for  you,  and  i  know  how  much  your  mother  loved  you  and  how  much  you  loved  her.  when  something  like  this  happens,  you  want  someone  to  offer  you  a  shoulder  to  cry  or  vent.  and  that’s  what  i’m  doing.”

He was not okay, Emilia didn’t have to even look at him to know that much. She had known how close Luca was to his mother, had watched it first hand, and she knew this would be difficult on him. That this was going to destroy him for a long time and the part of her that wanted to reach out and make sure he didn’t completely self-destruct was stopped by the side of her that knew her stepping forward would make things worse for him. He’d lose it completely. Still, the way her heart felt as though it was being constricted won out against her thought process and she found herself stepping forward to place a hand gently on his own holding the flask. “That’s fine, Luca, you can be done with me –” the words still whispered between the two of them. “But please stop yelling, okay?” He’d regret it later, when the grief no longer kept a tight grip on him, for causing a scene at the wake of his beloved mother. “Stop, don’t talk about Winnie like that, Luca. She’s grieving just like you are. You wanna take it out on me, fine, but we’re not doing this here. You’re going to remember that this isn’t about just you, it’s about your mom and the people just like you who are gutted about her death.” Chocolate orbs glancing up to his own as she let her hands grip tighter on his own. “You want to keep yelling at me then can we at least do this in a different room?” If he wanted her to be his punching bag she’d allow it, just for today. 

There had never been a question in her mind on whether or not she would go to the funeral of the matriarch of the Matthews family. After years of spending time with Winnie, she had gotten to know the family pretty well and it didn’t feel right not to go. She had wanted to be there for them in their time of need, to offer any help they may need. The last time she had seen Luca was Valentine’s Day, when he had fucked up once more and come to her place looking for solace that ended with them inbetween her satin sheets. Clearly remembering waking up overwhelmed by him, spending a lazy morning with him before she had to get on her flight to France for a competition. And it seemed like all hell broke loose while she was gone. Her friend had been put in rehab, his mother had died and Emilia hadn’t been there for either of them. Still, she didn’t expect the hostility to come from him. Deep breath to not lose her temper in the wrong place, Emilia rubbed her palms down the sides of her silk black dress and shook her head. “I’m not here for you,” she whispered quietly to him. She had a sinking feeling when she couldn’t get ahold of him that he hadn’t wanted to see her anyways. “If you’re done, Luca, I’m sorry for your loss. I’ll be going to find Winnie again now. You know, your sister?”

“  ––––  my  ego  is  not  that  fragile,”  she  gashes  through  the  air;  affable  honey  tone  had  no  desire  to  withhold  a  vicious  response  or  to  punch  someone  when  down  .  particularly  someone  she  once  so  dear  cared  for  .  “  i’m  only  here  to  see  what  i  can  do  for  you.  ”  the  relationship  between  luca  and  his  mother  so  clear  to  her  during  the  time  they  were  together  .

 he’s not fine   that much even a blind man could’ve seen ,  which explains why alana isn’t buying whatever  bullshit  he’s trying to sell . problem is ,  &  continues to be ,  that she always manages to find the  emotionally unavailable  guys to date , the types to  hide their feelings  instead of voicing them out loud  &  luca is just one of many .  ❝  you’re not fine , luc .  ❝  the blonde voices , her tone caring despite the fact that she knows she shouldn’t care about someone who continues to  insult her  with every chance he gets .  that’s another problem — picking the  assholes  among all the good men .  ❝  let me get that ,  ❝  she moves , taking the bottle from him .  ❝  let’s get you home , yeah ?   where’s your driver ?  ❝ 

she sat down next to him and put one arm around his shoulder. “okay, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but you’re blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. you can’t control everything that happens in life, you know,” ivy said. she leaned her head on his shoulder and kept looking at the waves crashing on the shore. “i can handle the cold, and you’re not fine, so i’m not leaving you out here.” she took the bottle from him, took a swig, and handed it back. “you don’t have to go through this alone, you know. i’m here for you, always.”

“  should’ve  ,  could’ve  ,  would’ve  ,  “   heavy  sigh  slips  ,  arms  lift  up  ,  “  post  proposal  sex  is  the  best  …  “  she  admits  ,  head  cants  to  the  side  before  the  thought  is  fully  processed  ,  “  well  after  sex  on  mdma  ,  “  a  girl  who  had  truly  done  it  all  .  leaves  a  rockstar  father  proud  and  a  pristine  mother  concerned  for  eternity  .  brushing  over  fact  that  a  yes  would’ve  been  given  to  luca  ,  as  made  obvious  by  her  remained  adoration  for  him  ,  even  if  engagement  would’ve  have  fizzled  out  much  like  the  relationship  .  she  was  always  one  to  give  romance  a  fair  shake  .  hopeless  romantic  to  her  core  .  “  are  you  telling  me  if  i  open  up  the  guinness  book  of  world  records  i’ll  be  face  to  face  with  a  very  familiar  friend  ?  “  laugh  almost  makes  it  impossible  to  get  joke  out  but  she  manages  .  “  i  think  i  might  go  blind  ,  “  she  teases  ,  always  willing  to  placate  luca  .  shake  of  her  head  at  his  refusal  .  “  why  not  ?  it’s  what  the  world  deserves  .  are  you  really  going  to  deny  us  all  that  hotness  ?  “  exaggeration  laces  sickly  sweet  tone  .  standing  to  her  feet  ,  hands  clapping  together  for  second  as  she  ponders  on  his  proposal  .  hands  falling  onto  his  shoulders  ,  “  i’ll  do  one  with  you  if  you  promise  to  take  a  week  off  from  it  after  tonight  ,  “  grin  says  it  all  ,  she’s  onto  him  ,  knowing  him  too  well  .  she  was  never  one  to  badger  anyone  but  she’d  slip  in  ways  to  try  her  hand  at  helping  the  best  she  could  .  “  you  are  speaking  my  language  ,  “  head  falls  backwards  just  enough  for  brown  tresses  to  flow  ,  “  we  should  invest  in  wings  or  something  at  this  point  ,  “  she  laughs  at  her  own  ode  to  being  one  another  wing  -  men  tonight  .  “  worse  case  scenario  …  i’ll  take  the  offer  for  a  night  in  your  bed  ,  “  false  hope  sprinkles  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  ,  “  for  the  bed  ,  if  you  put  your  paws  on  me  i’ll  whack  you  with  the  nearest  lampshade  .  “  

The moment that Waverly had gotten the call from Luca’s father about the death of his mother, she had been trying to get ahold of him. She knew how close the two had been and Waverly’s heart was breaking for him. If it were one of her parents she would be an emotional mess and considering everything she didn’t know how Luca was coping. His phone turned off, Waverly knew she had no other option but to go to his house and see for herself. The spare key given to her a long time ago was used as she made her way inside, waving at the security guards outside before she made her way in. The yelling made her pause for a second before she continued moving her way through here. “No, Luca Matthews, you don’t get to just yell at me because you’re hurting. I’m here because you shouldn’t be alone right now. So go ahead and keep telling me how much you hate me or you don’t want to see me.” At least that way he would be feeling something. “But I’m not leaving.”

“  that’s  the  plan  ,  “  playful  roll  of  eyes  .  trauma  wasn’t  something  she  did  well  .  pushing  it  off  for  as  long  as  she  could  at  all  times  .  motivation  for  journaling  later  on  down  the  line  ,  she  supposed  .  hand  raising  in  front  of  face  ,  the  counting  of  fingers  begins  ,  “  five  times  ?  “  brows  knit  together  ,  embarrassment  should  follow  but  she  doesn’t  feel  that  .  a  love  sick  puppy  ,  unashamed  of  her  search  for  love  .  “  maybe  seven  ,  i  don’t  know  ,  “  shrug  falls  of  shoulders  ,  dramatic  hair  flip  as  if  it  was  such  a  burden  to  watch  all  those  men  get  down  on  one  knee  .  like  luca  said  ,  it  was  a  sign  she  was  half  way  there  .  “  ginormous  ,  huh  ?  “  she  can’t  help  but  laugh  at  his  usual  dramatics  .  “  don’t  you  think  that’s  a  bit  of  stretch  ?  “  nose  scrunching  up  at  her  purposeful  play  on  words  .  never  the  girl  to  shy  away  from  that  sort  of  topic  .  how  could  she  with  past  career  ?  “  i  think  your  top  search  would  be  more  like  ‘  how  on  earth  does  luca’s  hair  stay  in  place  ?  ‘  answer  ?  it’s  a  secret  and  you  have  to  kill  anyone  if  you  told  them  ,  “  laughter  fumbles  from  brunettes  ,  a  teasing  look  shot  males  way  .  no  second  thought  on  whether  she  was  intruding  on  schedule  for  the  day  .  “  so  ,  “  hands  clasp  together  ,  “  since  i’m  here  ,  what  are  plans  for  the  day  ?  “   

“apparently,” there she was, umbrella in a hand and a full bottle of tequila in the other, trying to help out a friend. “look, i know you’re not fine, so let’s cut the bullshit and talk about it, it’ll make you feel better — promise.” ivy replied looking at the mess he was. “besides, i brought you more booze,” she put out her hand to give him the bottle, “and a new coat, i don’t want you getting a pneumonia.”

“I don’t think you want to question my judgment, Luca,” Emilia shot back in annoyance. Yes, she could understand how protective Ace was over Alana and Florence, so his story made complete sense to her. She didn’t agree that Luca deserved his face being punched in but she understood why it happened. It was part of why she let her guard down for a moment and looked over at him to truly get a good look at how badly he was beat up. “You weren’t even fully healed from fighting Johnny in Bora Bora,” Emilia whispered as her hand moved to brush lightly against the bruises dotting his flesh. His questioning made her pause as she thought about it. One of these days she would stop letting him hurt her, one day she would grow immune to his charm and not allow him to weasel his way back into her heart but that was not today and Emilia sighed before she returned to him with a damp cloth and a first aid kit. “I know you say you’re trying but it doesn’t seem like you are. If you want to sleep around and be a fuck boy, that’s fine, but I’m not going to sit here waiting for you to decide you want me, Luca. I’m too hot for that shit,” it was a joke, towards the end, but the insecurities were there and Emilia hated it. She was not one to linger on who she was. “So no, I’m not mad at you anymore, just tired of playing games. You always said you wouldn’t play games with me.”