LUCA DAVILA.

▸ MORTAL.┊what if the sky and stars are for show and the aliens are watching live?

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

⠀⠀⋅⋅ POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

› mortal.
› literal ray of sunshine.
› rt?

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate He’s here.

What does she want?

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate “Gracie, for fucks sake!”

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate “Stop!”

Please don’t, he doesn’t want to wash his hair again.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate Eats the Cheeto. Then flips her off.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate It’s with another laugh that he swoops in to kiss her again, holding her tighter and with much more confidence this time. He’s over the moon; his heart is hammering against his chest and he’s sure she can hear it.

“Fuck,” is all he can mutter when he pulls away.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate It’s like all the air had been knocked out of his body.

He stands there for a few moments, lips ajar before they pull into a smile, and he tugs her closer.

“You do? Really?”

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate “I want to be with you.”

It comes easily, and there’s no hesitance in his words as he says so. He won’t deny himself this any longer, especially now that he knows she might share the same feelings.

“Let me be your man.”

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate He returns the kiss with a shaky breath, but eventually, he begins to display more confidence, moving to tug the female closer.

Only when he pulls away does he ask, “What happens now?”

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate There’s a flutter in his chest, and he dips his head so his lips are brushing against her, almost as if asking for permission to kiss her again.

He doesn’t know what this means, but knowing that she has the same feelings for him is enough to make him happy.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate “Don’t,” it comes out choked, and he’s still in shock, still trying to process what just happened between them. But he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t want to do it again.

A hand comes up to cup her face, thumb gently caressing her cheek.

“I love you, Gracie.”

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⋅⋅ lazy days with @voIantate.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate His own hands move to rest against her waist, drawing her closer. He’s waited for so long to get this, to feel her lips against his. And now that it’s happened, he’s over the fucking moon.

Luca only draws back to catch his breath, forehead resting against hers.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate — and he returns the kiss with only a tiny bit of hesitant, which fades when he allows himself to relax.

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate Before he could take a step back, to move away, her lips were pressed to his, and it is as if all the air has been sucked out of his lungs.

He knows it’s best if he moves away, but she’s always been like a magnet, drawing him in. Shaky hands come to cup her face, —

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@suavemessenger “We’re not.”

Sucks to suck. (He’s just kidding).

[METIAS SCANLON. @nefariousdolor]

⠀⠀ ⋅⋅ HONEY DON’T FEED ME,
⠀⠀⠀ I WILL COME BACK.

- of mania.
- the eldest of the scanlons.
- rt?

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

/ um not to be dramatic or anything but im screaming

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate It’s then that he gets out of the bed, frustrated even though he’s at fault here. He should’ve never let it get this far.

Shaky hands pull on his jacket, and he’s ready to leave, ready to put this behind him.

“Whatever.”

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate “It’s okay!?” He’s on the verge of tears now, and he’s moving away, trying to make some distance between them because of course this would happen. Of course she’d be shocked.

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school! But it’s okay, right?”

[LUCA DAVILA. @deIenitor]

@voIantate Shaking his head, again, he tries to move back, tries to push everything he said towards the back of his mind but now it’s out in the open and there’s no turning back.

“Nothing. Forget it.”