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lucien m. becket. 22. super rich kid. i'm a loner, dottie. a rebel.  %

[lucienbecket]

jessehyeon:

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Lucien’s teeth find the inside of his cheek, biting down a little as an outlet for the heat already arcing under his skin. Jess was very good with their mouth - the kid had a big one, so it wasn’t really all that surprising. At least now they were putting it to better use. 

Lucien’s hips shift a little despite Jesse’s vice-like grip, shoulders rolling back as he pushes off the wall a bit as if to press further into the wet heat of Jesse’s mouth.

“Shit,” he hisses, breath leaving him in a huff, heat rising in his chest, pink creeping up his neck. “Just like that, Jess. Fuck.” His hand slips down to cup the side of their jaw, thumbing away the hair sticking to the wetness of their lips, stomach muscles fluttering as the pressure grew. His end was drawing closer already - Lucien wasn’t at all ashamed of busting early when he was getting head. He was in an act like this almost entirely for his own pleasure - at least until it came to reciprocation.

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kasee-disalvo:

So like, I told the girl that this isn’t high school and she needs to realize just because she pays me, I’m not going to tutor her unless she actually trying, ya know? And- You’re not even listening. Wonderful.

“Was I supposed to be? I didn’t realize I was wearing my ‘hey stranger let my be your therapist’ shirt.”

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sam-or-whatever:

“Okay, then, Seinfeld, tell me a fucking funny one. Set a proper example.”

“What, and give you all my best material? I don’t think so, Samantha. I like to keep that under my hat.” 

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havana-ota:

Havana rolled their eyes lightly at the man’s tone, finding his attitude all to unneeded, but she chose not to waste their energy on it. Eyes continuing to scan over the pages of their book, they occupied themselves once again with the text. 

Lucien browses a few moments, tapping spiderish fingers against the spines of books. It’s a little hard for him to disappear between shelves - his eyes peep over the top of them given his rather excessive height. “So what exactly is the draw of this Potter shit? I really can’t see the appeal of some speccy English kid playing with a stick.” 

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spencers-perspective:

“I’d rather be stupid than a fish.”

“Well each to their own,” Lucien drawls, smug as ever. “I’m happy to be neither.” 

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jessehyeon:

“How self-aware of you. Might I say, you’re so,” they grunted with the effort of swinging their bat again. It careened down in a wide arch and dented the roof of the car. “Well,” Jung stood in the pit they had made and swung at the back window. “Adjusted,” they swung again, and this time the window blew out entirely. “That’s totally healthy.”

Lucien leans back against another one of the semi-trashed cars in the yard, taking another drag from his cigarette. He puffs the smoke out his nostrils as Jess smashes yet another bit of the car, tutting his tongue. 

“That’s what I thought,” he agrees. “Repressing is the healthiest way to do it. What’s healthier than a nice, clean death? No retirement homes or old people diapers. I’ll be... Like a candle in the wind. Cut down in my prime.”

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jessehyeon:

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you, can you put your pinky a little higher in the air for me?” They were laughing, climbing across the roof to bash in the rear windshield. “What do you consider productive anger management, pray tell,” Jess smashed the window again, “Avoiding calls from your uncle? Brooding with Kid Cudi or Billie Holiday on in the background?”

Lucien rolls his eyes at the retort from Jess, lifting his hand to gesture momentarily with his middle finger. “Oh, you know. Repressing it constantly ‘til I die of a heart attack at thirty,” Lucien replies drily. “Preferably while balls deep.”

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Send ☏ for a vague text

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jessehyeon:

They brought the bat down on the window shield. It didn’t take a lot of effort to irritate Jesse. But the sound of shattering glass and the sight of the spiderweb cracks reflected in on the dash instantly made them feel better. They pawed their bangs out of their face, then swiped off the side view mirror with another swing. “If I get arrested tonight, someone’s gotta let all of my Tinder matches know,” they joked calmly, hefting the bat, “want a go?”

Lucien tuts his tongue, lingering back as he watches the kid go all in on some shitty clinker. “Well aren’t you just painfully edgy?” Lucien taunts, shaking his head at the offer. “I’m good, thanks. I like to deal with my anger in more productive ways.” 

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spencers-perspective:

“Going to answer me or not?”

“It was a serious question? Jesus. You really are as stupid as you look.” 

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jamie-montgomery:

“Im from Brooklyn. this place is a little better. Its just a shit load of work for a small town. I didnt think it would be as busy as the city.”

Lucien cocks a brow. “You prefer Lanford over Brooklyn? You’re crazy,” he notes dryly.

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spencers-perspective:

“Were you born with those eyes or did you get them surgically made to look like fish’s eyes?”

“Oooh,” Lucien taunts, mouth curling at one corner. “You sure told me. Didja think of that one all by yourself?”

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jamie-montgomery:

“First day at work and it was a bitch. I thought Lanford would be quiet and peaceful… man I was wrong.”

Lucien slugs back some of his drink, fingers of his other hand tapping staccato on the counter. “Congratulations, buddy,” Lucien says blandly, in response to some dude beside him deciding to talk about his day. “Lanford is a pit.”

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havana-ota:

Havana sat behind the counter of Westbooks, their feet resting up next to the register as they indulged themselves in latest release, Harry Potter and The Cursed Child. As the bell over the door rang lightly, Havana didn’t bother to look from behind her pages at the customer. “If you’re looking for the new Harry Potter book… we’re sold out.” Their gum popped as they turned the page. “But let me just say, you’re missing out… shoulda camped outside just like everyone else.” 

Lucien bows his head under the door frame, ducking his lanky frame under it as he steps inside. His eyebrows lift when someone speaks to him immediately - his eyes find the kid behind the counter, eyebrows arching higher. 

“Oh no,” Lucien drawls, dead pan. “How will I survive without my Potter fix?” He shakes his head a little, padding forward to begin sauntering through shelves. 

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ethan-morgan:

Lake Munroe had been closed off to the public for fifteen days, but it was almost too easy for Ethan to slip past the officers patrolling area. Making his way through the forest, Ethan eventually ended up at the lake and found the pier where Grant had been found. Lifeless and cold, just floating on top of the water like a piece of driftwood. The image made him feel sick, but the lake had played such a big part of their childhoods that somehow he thought being near the water would give him some answers.

Perched on the end of the pier, Ethan could hear footsteps coming from behind. Without looking up from the water, he spoke up. “You’re not supposed to be here—” Neither was he, but that wasn’t the point.

“What, and you are?” Lucien drawls in response. His morbid curiosity had drawn him back here - as it would’ve, sooner or later. The image of that floating body had been etched in to his memory, as much as he appeared to not care about anything. Death was something that bothered everyone, even those as blase as Lucien Becket. 

“If you’re some cop tryna keep kids away from here you’re doin’ a pretty shitty job, buddy.”

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spencers-perspective:

“You know what I fucking hate? Listening to my phone on shuffle and fucking U2 comes on. How do you delete that shit?”

“That shit happened like two years ago, buddy. If you’re still having trouble dealing with that you might wanna ask your parents how many times they dropped you on your head as a kid.”