#soft lucas

Lucas was staring intently at you with his one hand lightly brushing over the apples of your cheeks. His other hand was still securely wrapped around your waist. Your legs became tangled within each other’s throughout the night, but you have a sneaking suspicion Lucas had manoeuvred your leg to wrap around his own.

You weren’t complaining though. It felt comfortable.

“Good morning,” he beamed down at you when he saw your eyes flutter open.

“What time is it?” you ask, voice laced with sleep. It felt too early to be awake and the sunlight just barely seeping through your window only confirmed your hazy thoughts.

“Like 7am,” Lucas chirps.

You groan and thunk your head against his chest. “Why and how are you awake so early and why did you have the audacity to wake me up this early?” you smack his arm.

“I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming that I fell asleep in the most beautiful girl’s bed with said beautiful girl wrapped in my arms!” he happily replies. 

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and squirm away from him. He doesn’t let you get very far as he only tightens his hold on your waist and laughs.

“You’re embarrassing and I wish I never let you sleep over,” you grumble.

“Y/n,” he says. His voice softer and void of any teasing. You look up at him, wondering why he suddenly changed the tone in his voice. “I really like you and I’m sorry I’m such a burden to you.”

“You’re not a burden, Lucas,” you say as you bring your own hand up to his cheek. “You’re my best friend and I’m always happy when you’re around,” you take a deep breath. There’s nothing to lose as he already confessed his feelings to you twice, but it still makes you a little anxious. “I like you too. A lot, actually.”

His eyes widen just a tad as he gives you a shocked look. You’re not sure if he squeaks or you squeak, but he suddenly wraps both his arms fully around you as he brings you into his chest and hugs you tight.

“You’re crushing me,” you wheeze out.

“Sorry! I’m just really happy!” he laughs. “I thought you only thought of me as a friend! Mark told me to confess to you last night and when I told him I thought you’d push me away, he kicked me out of his apartment and told me I’m not allowed back in unless I tell you. Wow, I can’t believe you like me back!” 

“Wait I thought you got beat up last night!” you yell.

“Well I kind of did,” he smiles sheepishly. “I did see a cat, but it wasn’t getting picked on. Actually, it picked on me and scratched my face when I tried picking it up to pet it,”

“How’d you get all those bruises then!” you cry out.

“I kind of fell?”

“You’re so unbelievably clumsy and I can’t believe I like you.” You scoff at the boy.

“I like you too!” he smiles goofily as he wraps his arms back around you and holds you close. You throw some weak punches at him in protest.

“I can’t believe you got in a fight because those boys were talking about me,” you roll your eyes at your now-boyfriend, Lucas. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with fresh bruises littered along his chest and arms and a few cuts and blotchy spots on his face.

“Of course I had to fight them! They kept saying that you’re just a play toy and that our relationship won’t last,” he pouted up at you.

“I don’t care what they say about me, Lucas,” you sigh. You finish up applying the ointment to the corner of his lips before standing up straight and putting your hands on your hips. “I’m really running out of your favourite printed bandages and I don’t want to buy more because they’re more expensive than regular old ones.” you tsk.

“But I do,” he whines. He places his hands on top of your own and brings you closer to him. You stumble a bit, not expecting him to pull you in and your hands fly to his shoulders to stop you from fully colliding with Lucas. “You’re so much better than anyone I’ve ever met and I hate that people keep talking behind your back because of me.”

You smile at your pouting boyfriend and card your hand through his hair. “Don’t listen to them because their opinions are based on backless assumptions. They just want to talk, so let them and we can show them how wrong they are, okay?”

He nods and the two of you smile at each other, letting the calm silence comfort the atmosphere. 

You feel his hands snake around to your back and gently push you impossibly close to him. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but when you feel one of his hands slide down to the back of your thigh and lightly tug it towards him, you understand. 

He gently guides you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hip and your faces so close to each other. He smiles up at you before his gaze casts down to your lips.