Amel Lefebvre

26, famous actor, boyfriend... among other things. currently living in Saint-Laurent. +var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5188929"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[clarissaxdawson-deactivated2016]

As Clary noticed Amel’s triumphant smile, she smiled a bit more. “I definitely agree, you do have a good nose.” She nodded as she took another drink, relieved that the drink had more of a fruity taste then alcohol. She planned on enjoying a couple drinks and not get drunk for once.

[amellefebvre-blog]

Pressing his lips together in a pleased smile, he shifted in his seat as if the triumph of success required him to. As he reached for his own glass, he froze when he realized it was empty; talking and mixing drinks certainly did not keep him from making use of his own. A small smile spread on his lips when an idea struck him. Turning to Clary, he gestured at the row of bottles still standing on the bar. “Would you like to mix me one? In return?”

[julesbeaumont-blog]

Julien looked down, hanging his head and pursing his lips at Amel’s revelation. He’s never really been one for standards, and he’d been the cause of quite a few break-ups in his time; although he’d argue that because he was never the one in the relationship, he shouldn’t have gotten so much of the blame. But this was different. As far as Julien was aware Amel was an actor, and although he’d never really looked into how famous he was (he didn’t want to ruin the idea that he was sleeping with the next George Clooney) if he was famous and this alleged affair got out, it would be costly for the both of them, whether it really was an affair or not. Julien rested his back on the headboard, turning to look at Amel, “So which way is it? He’s sleeping around and you don’t like it, or you’re sleeping around and he doesn’t like it?”

[amellefebvre-blog]

The briefest of smiles appeared on Amel’s lip at Julien’s inquiry, although it vanished as the ridiculousness of the situation settled into him. He felt silly confiding in the guy, but the moment of merely sitting in the aftermath of what they’d spent the lunch hour doing had gotten to Amel; sitting and talking post-sex was something he and his boyfriend had done a lot, in the beginning. As most couples did, Amel guessed. Though they still slept in the same bed and had the same glorious morning sex as they’d always had, it was an undeniable fact that the four years had taken their toll on the relationship, and their latest attempt to salvage what they had wasn’t working; not if one asked Amel, at the very least. 

“We’re both sleeping around and--...,” he started with a bitter smile on his lips, though trailed off quickly, as he had no idea how to continue. Not only because he wasn’t sure whether he was sad merely because their relationship wasn’t what it once was or because he didn’t like the two of them sleeping around, but also because that same feeling of ridiculousness settled into his chest. His and Julien’s strictly physical relationship had gone on well enough without Amel sharing even the slightest detail about himself -- would this ruin it all? Something seemed to click in him as the thought struck him, something that instantly dispelled the feeling of ridiculousness. “I’m not sure how I feel,” he replied finally with a weak shrug. “To tell you the truth, I, um... I’m mostly doing this for his sake. Because he wanted us to.” Again Amel’s gaze sought Julien’s, though this time he at least managed to hold still for a few seconds before giving in to aversion. “And, I don’t--... know why I’m telling you this.”

[allyharringtxn-deactivated20200]

Ally laughed, giggling as Amel stuttered on her eyes. “You’re too kind and too hilarious. How have you been, hun?” 

[amellefebvre-blog]

Letting out a breathy chuckle and shaking his head, a wave of comfort washed over Amel as he remembered whom exactly his friend was -- and the fact that not a lot of these things fazed her. At least not, he figured, when it came to people she knew. Feeling just a tad silly for his overreaction, Amel pressed his lips together to try and temper the sheepishness in his smile. “I’ve been good! Just-- fine. Work’s work, you know? It keeps me busy.” Which, to tell the truth, wasn’t the only reason he hadn’t been at his apartment a lot, lately; but Amel resided to not spill his sob story to any friend with a smile who came his way, so he said nothing more of it. “I honestly didn’t think it was possible to sit in a make-up chair for as long as I’m doing these days, but... now I’m just hoping to beat my personal longest of six hours.” He didn’t talk a lot about work -- his boyfriend wasn’t very interested, and not a lot of his non-actor friends quite got it. Ally at least seemed to have an inkling. “How have you been?”

[phoebeamatthews]

“So basically what you’re saying is that you’re just completely useless to me right now? Way to go, buddy. And on that note.. yes, baking soda is gross. But I’m not going for taste.. I’m going for whatever would hurt when being shot up into one’s nose.”

[amellefebvre-blog]

Something caught between a breath and a chuckle escaped Amel, and he tilted his head forward. “I, ah-- guess I am,” he conceded, a small, pressed together smile on his lips as if he found the woman’s words both amusing and insulting at the same time. “Yes, but-- I figured, what tastes awful must smell pretty awful, too, right? Not to mention, flour is softer than baking soda.” Amel opened his mouth to add something to his point, though paused, when he realized what exactly he was doing, and what he remembered his particular opinion of it to actually be. “And-- I’m going to try to stop helping you mess with kids, now!” he said, and pressed his lips together in a sheepish smile, shaking his head at himself. 

[amellefebvre-blog]

-- starter for @julesbeaumont

“I have a boyfriend,” Amel said abruptly from where he sat naked on the bed, the covers carefully wrapped around his waist despite the fact that he and Julien were alone. In truth, he didn’t know if Julien already knew; despite the fact that Amel hadn’t told him, he could never really be sure of what exactly Julien knew about him -- after all, he neither knew how enraptured Julien was by pop culture, nor how efficient his Googling skills were. Amel glanced at the other man, avoiding eye contact at the last possible second. “We’re--ah... in an open relationship. It’s new.” He looked down on his hands, folded above the covers in his lap. The thought that his boyfriend would be bringing some stranger home that evening ignited a singe of jealousy and sadness in Amel’s chest -- although perhaps what made him more sad than anything was the fact that he didn’t feel as strongly as he ought to. He didn’t feel as jealous as a man in love ought to. “I don’t think it’s working very well.”

[allyharringtxn-deactivated20200]

“…Excuse me? I was talking. Up here, dirty mind.” 

[amellefebvre-blog]

Wide-eyed, Amel blinked at his friend. “Sorry!” he blurted out, averting his gaze despite the fact that it had instinctively moved from her rear to her face anyway. “I-- I didn’t--,” he tried to stammer, face growing hot as he realized there really was no other viable excuse; he absolutely had done what she’d caught him doing. “At the, uh, risk of sounding absolutely horrible, I just-- kind of-- let my gaze rest, and, ah...,” he shook his head, pressing his lips together. “And I am a complete douchebag.”

[clarissaxdawson-deactivated2016]

Returning the warm smile, Clary returned the shake before releasing his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Amel.” She once more picked up her glass and took another drink from it as she nodded her head at his question gently. “—It’s really good actually. Very tasteful and it’s a bit fruity. That’s what you were going for originally right?” She questioned, wondering if her words were correct..

[amellefebvre-blog]

A wider smile lit up Amel’s face at the verdict -- in truth, he’d merely gone by smell, and hoped that it wouldn’t have been terrible. Even if he couldn’t remember what it contained exactly, he was glad to hear it wasn’t a complete failure. “Um--,” he began, a doubtful look overtaking for a second before he hastily tried to smooth it over. “Not really,” he admitted with a sheepish smile on his lips. “Or, I don’t know -- I wasn’t going for anything, per se. I guess I just poured in what I thought smelled good... I guess I have a good nose?”

[reaganmonroe]

Though Reagan’s been walking for a while, they knew that they weren’t alone. “You know..” They paused, turning around and facing the person who was following them. “—Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t put a restraining order against you?” They questioned, folding their arms over their chest in an offensive manner, arching an eyebrow slightly.

[amellefebvre-blog]

The perks of traveling by night for Amel were these: One, not many people recognized him with his hood pulled up and his hands in his pockets, being that he usually never wore anything in public with a hood on it in the first place; and second, the longer he stayed out, the bigger the probability of him missing his boyfriend’s one night stand of the night leaving rather than accepting their offer to let them stay in the apartment’s guest room. At night, he could blend in with the streets and slip into his own world -- until, of course, someone broke his illusion and reminded him that he wasn’t alone. Looking extremely puzzled, Amel stared wide-eyed at the person who’d put a stop to his journey. “Sorry...?” he said, bewildered. “How would that even go through...?” he continued, just an genuinely bewildered as before. “Those things requires lots of evidence,” he said, almost knowingly so, “and I’m-- just-- I wasn’t following you, um... honestly.” 

[rhbradford]

“I don’t suppose you’d know where I could find a decent pint of beer, would you?“

[amellefebvre-blog]

Amel blinked, then glanced around as if he hoped to acquired the answer the woman sought in their nearest surroundings. “Uh-- Anywhere?” he offered, a polite smile on his lips. “I’ve never had an indecent pint of beer, so I wouldn’t know where not to go...”

[clarissaxdawson-deactivated2016]

“—I seem so unsure because I don’t drink much, never have.” She rolled her shoulders in a shrug as her smile matched his own. “If I was truly concerned, I would be acting a whole lot different then what I am right now.” She honestly replied, confidently taking another sip of her drink. Once she sat her drink down, she gently extended her hand towards the male. “I’m Clary.”

[amellefebvre-blog]

Inclining his head deeply, Amel pressed his lips together in a smile. “That makes a whole lot of sense, actually,” he nodded, finding himself ridiculous for his previous reaction. How could he have figured the woman seemed concerned about a poisoning? The thought seemed almost deeply absurd the more he weighed it over. Shaking the woman’s hand, Amel resolved to let the matter go -- his blunder had already been made. “Amel,” he said, a warm smile on his lips. He gestured at the mixture he’d made for her. “So, what’s the verdict?” 

[quentin-fox-blog]

Quentin reached over to pat Amel on the back a coupleof times, hoping that this gesture would somehow help him not cough up hislungs or choke further on the liquor. Maybe the game had been a little bit toostupid— eight shots were a lot, after all, even for someone like Quentin whodrank like a fish. “No need to apologize.” He assured him with acouple of light shakes of his head before he motioned to catch the bartender’sattention. “Water.” He mouthed and put a finger to the bar top infront of Amel, showing him where to put the glass when it was ready.“What, never?” He asked,attention looping back to the guy once more when he confessed his short-livedrelationship with alcohol. The bartender placed a tall glass of ice water infront of Amel, watching him for a second to check if he was alright or not.Quentin nodded and handed him a couple of dollars before he walked off again.“Nah, I think eight was my limit, I’ll stick with the regular old drinksnow too.”

[amellefebvre-blog]

Though the burning had stopped long ago, Amel’s throat was still sore from the near-choking, and thus he kept coughing under his breath, trying desperately to suppress it but with little to no success. Grateful for the water put in front of him, Amel seized the glass with both hands and gulped down about half of it. “Nothing like this to remind you that you have a throat, huh?” he joked lamely, putting the glass down. “Maybe I’ll... try again later, then,” he nodded with a small smile, as the guy rejected the rest of Amel’s shots. “And, no-- well-- not never, I’ve had... champagne and wine and all that, at different, ev--,” he hesitated for the briefest second, “--parties and all, but not... in a quest to get drunk.” Amel glanced down at the untouched shots before him briefly, although motioned the bartender for a Screwdriver. Extra orange juice. “I’ve never done shots before, though,” he admitted sheepishly, seemingly otherwise unmoved by this fact, himself. “I never really had the time to, and then I didn’t have the interest to... and here we are.”

[masonblxke]

Mason sighed, shaking his head. There clearly was no reasoning with this kid and when he unbuttoned a button, he had to laugh. “Jesus fucking Christ, kid. You need to get in there. You need some fucking human contact.” He laughed, letting the guy in and still smiling. “What’s your name, anyway? I’ll get you a free drink on me. Least I can do. You look like a puppy dog in a fucking American Eagle sweater. Do I know you from somewhere?”  

[amellefebvre-blog]

An uncertain laugh escaped Amel at the guy’s words, his choice of phrasing at first making Amel think he’d done something wrong -- but the guy laughed, and smiled, and invited him more than willingly into the club. Another laugh -- a much more sheepish one -- escaped Amel upon hearing that he ‘needed some fucking human contact’. “Do I-- Do I really come across like I do?” he asked with a small smile on his lips, and glanced down at his partly unbuttoned shirt. “I was just trying to... ease the preppy look you cursed about.” Amel couldn’t really say that he did lack human contact -- although having been unaware that he came off as though he does, Amel couldn’t help but be amused by it. “My name’s, ah--,” he started, though paused briefly; he never knew how to react when people told him they knew him from somewhere. ‘I’m one of them celebrities you normals are always going bananas about’? Disregarding the fact that Amel hardly thought anyone went bananas over him -- nor that he in any way identified as a “celebrity” -- no matter how he phrased himself, that’s how he thought he came off. He scrunched up his nose at the thought. “Amel. What’s yours? Name, I mean.” Wait. “Or that was-- that was obviously what I... never mind,” he shook his head; then he shrugged, a polite smile on his lips. “You might have! I’m, ah... actually out a lot, like this. At clubs. Believe it or not!”

[kennedyjosephs]

Kennedy nodded, smiling softly at the man as she could tell he was trying to reassure her. “My dogs can be like that, yes. If I was in any real danger there’d definitely react. But, so far that hasn’t happened, which I’m kind of grateful for.”

[amellefebvre-blog]

Amel pressed his lips together in a smile, nodding at her words. “Let’s hope it never happens,” he said, though seemed to catch himself, and paused. “I’m sure that guy was just... bad at flirting,” he added, not entirely thinking it to be true. If he asked himself, Amel truly did believe that the guy had been up to something fishy -- although seeing as the guy was nowhere to be found at that moment, it was no use scaring the woman. 

[phoebeamatthews]

“Baking soda would be worse?” Ophelia questioned, raising her brow. “Do you know this from personal experience or something? And not to worry.. I’m a bit more interested in knowing you have baking soda instead now.”

[amellefebvre-blog]

A small, breathless laugh escaped Amel. “Ah, no, I-- I don’t have that either, and, I haven’t exactly... snorted a lot of baking soda in my life, I just meant... flour’s basically tasteless, isn’t it? Whereas baking soda is kind of... disgusting.”

[joel-castillo]

Connor arched an eyebrow at the man, a wide grin appearing on his face. He couldn’t help but be flattered. “If I was in any way interested in dudes, I’m sure I would totally be into you, man.” Patting Amel’s arm softly, he gestured towards the bar with a nod. “Come on, my friend. Let’s get you a drink. And myself one while we’re at it.” 

[amellefebvre-blog]

“O--Oh, you’re not...?” Eyes wide, Amel blinked at the stranger in half-embarrassed, half-stunned silence, despite the fact that the other merely seemed to brush the situation off. Then again, it hadn’t been the other guy who’d jumped right to conclusion and rambled on about his boyfriend and their open relationship as if the stranger had offered sex on the spot -- nope, that had been Amel. And Amel could feel his face grow hot as he took a few small steps toward the bar. “Yes! Um. Let’s... go get each other an alcoholic beverage. Or-- ourselves, I meant to say, ourselves, yeah, I...,” he wet his lips, a sense of panic growing at the pit of his stomach. “In a totally not-romantic way, let’s... yeah.” 

[clarissaxdawson-deactivated2016]

Talking to someone who was a bit socially awkward, was refreshing for Clary. “That’s the beauty of mixing drinks - you sometimes don’t remember what’s in it. It’s all about what goes together and what doesn’t.” Though she was glad that she wasn’t much of a drinker, she does experiment drinks every now and then - whenever she’s not around her child of course. “Do you always second guess yourself often?” She slightly teased the male but it was a question.

[amellefebvre-blog]

“I guess? I don’t know,” Amel replied, with a small chuckle. When she mentioned it like that, he supposed he did do a whole lot of second guessing himself -- but it wasn’t something he often thought about. It just happened, and people usually moved the conversation along. “You just seemed so unsure, I wanted to make sure you knew you wouldn’t be poisoned from the drink, even if I didn’t remember what I put in it...,” he explained with a shrug, warmth lining the small smile on his lips. 

[masonblxke]

“What’s wrong with it? What’s fucking right with it? You look like you went to fucking American Eagle for it, like a little prep fuck boy.” Mason shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. Don’t give me the fucking puppy dog look. Come on in, it’s dark in there anyway.” 

[amellefebvre-blog]

Two hands came to rest on his stomach, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt; Amel blinked in the face of the guy’s words, utterly confused as to why his style had suddenly become an issue. A crease appeared in his forehead, though one of concern, rather than offense. “Are you sure?” he said uncertainly, moving inside slowly. “If you’re worried about--,” he began, though didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Worried about what? The reputation of the club? In a moment of arrogance, the thought struck Amel that if anything, he’d help the reputation of it just by being there -- but then a feeling of disgust filled him, and he rejected the thought immediately. Instead he turned to the guy, a hand scratching the back of his head. “I could, um... it is very dark, yeah, but, I could...,” he fished for some kind of half-solution, though only finished lamely with, “unbutton a button?”