brightest star

:// falling •• loukas + hyoyeon

Hiiiiiiiiiii! [/hyoyeon laughs, waving happily as she sits on top of the boy as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to her] I want food. [/the veela annouces quite randomly, expecting for him to treat her to her heart’s desire; because whatever Hyoyeon wants, she usually gets] Buy me some. Lots of it. [/she demands with the widest grin while leaning down to squish his face with her warm palms]

[ // • he stares up at her, brows slowly forming into the slightest of frown before he stood up, taking her with him, in one swoop motion. exit a sigh as he looks around, his eyes a little troubled. he never knows what to do with Hyoyeon. she is so infuriatingly annoying yet he never could bring himself to swat herself like he did all other people. maybe its part of her charm – this irritating optimism and constant happiness ] Well, you can take my lunch. I don’t like eating anyway. [ // • and with that, he hands to her the food he’s supposed to be eating but never does. he only eats when marco’s with him. he never has much appetite lest ] 

:// gluteus •• loukas + marco

( ` a simple press of his lips in a neutral expression is his only response— because, yes, he would wait an eternity and a day for loukas if he had to, no matter how utterly revolting that would sound if he said it aloud. as he half steers loukas in their position, he leads them through random corridors, seeking an area of complete isolation. once he locates a spot freed of anyone else, he drops the ravenclaw’s books with a resounding thud that echoes in the empty space. with a frown, he turns to face his boyfriend and loops his arms around his waist ) they were heavy. ( ` he mutters, holding loukas tightly against him leaning down to press kisses to his neck and back the smaller up against the wall )

[ // • he sighs in content as he feels the other lips on his neck, pushing him against the wall, their bodies molding into one. he likes teasing. fuck’s sake, he’s one hell of a tease and marco sometimes get so deliciously frustrated at him because of it. but oh how he loves it when marco takes control. he doesn’t do it the way loukas does. he’s gentle. his touches soft. he treats him like a fucking glass ornament, unmeasurable by worth. he loves it when he circles his hands around his waist and pulls him close against him. he loves it when his whole body is covered in his kisses – so much that he starts to feel hot. ] shit, those books are expensive [ // • he laughs, tllting his head back, giving the other more access to his neck as he tangles his fingers within marco’s dark locks, pulling him close to him as he presses a kiss on his head. ]

BFF? [ Zico / Loukas ]

:// gluteus •• loukas + marco

( ` impatience settles within him as various students file out of the classroom, shifting restlessly as he awaits his boyfriend. of course, when he spots loukas, the boy is moving at a pace that would make a snail appear as if it’s speeding. prepared to bombard the other with complaints, he flinches when his personal space is violated, smacking away loukas’ wandering hand ) we’re in public. ( ` the amount of times marco has had to remind loukas of their whereabouts is uncountable ) you’d be late to your own wedding. ( ` he grumbles, automatically taking the heavy textbooks from the male’s arms and carrying them himself ) 

[ // • he smirks wider – because, again,  and there are no smiles on his face, no grins, not anything that remotely brings a semblance of pure unadulterated happiness onto his face – as he feels his heavy books lifted from his arms. oh how he likes being treated like a fucking prince. fourth child out of eight, he is never much to be babied around but marco spoils him like he’s the king of his heart and vice versa. ] yeah and you’d still be waiting for me, so who cares? [ // • a teasing smile on his lips before he rests his head on the other’s shoulder their steps becoming unbalanced from the uncomfortable position they’re walking in. but he doesn’t care. nay, he even closed his eyes because he knows marco would look out for him ]

:// gluteus •• loukas + marco

 (  ` he directs a frown at the harmless slip of paper, as if blaming the inanimate object for his misfortune. the only reason he showed up to class was for loukas’ company. checking the time, he exhales a long sigh. ten minutes. naturally, he lasts five minutes before he stands. the professor currently outlines their upcoming assignment, but he swears his ears are going to fall off. besides, it’s not like he’ll complete this busywork. so, he walks out, waiting for loukas outside )

[ // • he packs his books slowly, a teasing smile on his face knowing Marco would be there waiting for him. just outside of class, standing maybe. looking irritated, most probably. frustrated, highly positive. and even as his friends urges him on, he just keeps his pace, walking slowly until he sees the all too familiar figure by the doorframe. his hand moves to pat the recently discussed anatomy – the buttocks that is – as he rests his chin on the slytherin’s shoulder ] cinderella’s here. [ // • he grins that smile of his that looks more like a smirk than anything else. ] and he’s late as usual because he adores being late and waited upon by his love.

everything is still open i think

:// memories in white •• loukas + marco

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BFF? [ Zico / Loukas ]

:// memories in white •• loukas + marco

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:// memories in white •• loukas + marco

Beautiful. The realization swelled up in Marco’s chest, and he almost lost his breath as the wonder of Loukas unfolded below him. He wanted to swallow up the boy’s laughter, all with hopes that the pureness of it would kill some remnants of shadows within himself, but also with a hidden longing to somehow keep the ever restless Loukas tucked away inside of him forever. A selfish monster beneath his skin yearned to have a definite portion of the other be his, and solely that. Yet, he always knew that he would never have enough, and that the beauty of Loukas was that he could never just be his, because he was so much more.  The immense power of the kiss interrupted his silly and dumbfounded thoughts, asserting its dominance over all of his senses. He reciprocated wholeheartedly, somehow trying to earn back the broken pieces of himself that Loukas had stolen from him. In all honesty, he didn’t really want them back. They never really fit right when placed in his own hands, but he simultaneously hated how full and content he felt with the other. It made him feel like he would shatter if they were ever permanently parted. So, even if Loukas fixed him like a pretty puzzle, he feared how he would crumble without his lover.  His eyes trailed down the body of the Ravenclaw, taking in the material belongings that laid on milky and unmarred skin. Loukas more or less painted his insides withthe vows Marco whispered to him at night, and he fairly distributed the Slytherin’s love on the exterior as well. The watch, as he had noted before, was a gift, as was the ring that promised expense. Tiny hints of Marco were carried with Loukas at all times, but one never really owns something, even while that something is wrapped in their own ribbon and bow.