Okokokok so building off of the last prompt I gave, maybe some Luca and Yannick reunion smut? Or fluff? Either works!!
ok I don't think this is what you meant but I hope you can forgive me. the plot bunny got me. this is set during/after the night they meet again in new york. their ultimate reunion. it turned out so sdfghgfds so sorry for the feels.
prompts are still open, all gcu/hr ships welcome <3
It was five in the morning, Luca hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all night, and right now, he was sitting in some questionable New York diner, staring at his The One That Got Away.
Yannick gave him a smile across the table, reaching out, palm upturned on the sticky plastic of the tabletop.
Luca took it, linking their fingers. He was wondering when he'd wake up and realize this whole night had been a dream.
"What are you thinking about?" Yannick asked, running his thumb over Luca's knuckles.
"About how I don't want to wake up," Luca said dreamily.
They'd had a few drinks at the club, but he wasn't drunk. Well, he was, but not on alcohol.
"Me neither," Yannick said quietly. "I missed you."
Maybe it was strange that it felt like this. Like nothing had changed. Like they were still seventeen and holding hands in an empty classroom. Maybe it wasn't.
"I thought of you so much," Yannick confessed, "It's... it's embarrassing." He let out a sheepish laugh, turning his gaze away.
"It's not," Luca replied. "I haven't... I don't think I'm over it, either." It felt healing to finally say it out loud.
Yannick gave him a regretful little smile, finally looking back up. Luca was struck had how beautiful his eyes were. Like Luca, he had since shed most of his boyish, teenage features. "Can I tell you something super embarrassing?"
"Always." The smile on Luca's lips grew wider.
Yannick shifted in his seat, reaching down to tug his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it. "I have... god, this is... okay." He laughed to himself, closing his eyes for a moment like he needed to collect himself. "This is super embarrassing, but just..."
"What?" Luca asked, curious now.
"You know when we... when we cut contact, it was really hard."
Luca winced. "It was hard for me, too."
"...there were so many things I wanted to tell you. But I couldn't, because... we weren't talking?" Yannick glanced down at his phone. "...so whenever I had the urge to tell you about something, I wrote it down in a note in my phone. That way I would... get it out. And I told myself one day, I'd either delete it or show you."
He inhaled shakily. Luca felt tears prick at his eyes. "So, here you go."
Yannick turned his phone around, sliding it across the table. Luca slowly took it with a shaky hand.
"You don't have to read it all, of course, it's just-"
The note was titled simply 'What I couldn't tell you'.
The first sentence read, I cried all the way to Vienna in my car.
The first few entries were tinged in anxiety and sadness, and it broke Luca's heart.
Slowly, they became happier again. Little things, like, This morning I woke up and there was a little bird sitting on my window sill.
Today was my first day at uni.
I got that audition I really wanted.
Some of the entries were stream of consciousness thoughts; rambling about things, always ending with and I miss talking to you about this.
Some of the entries were big, grand, important points of Yannick's life.
Got cast for a lead role in that movie.
I don't think I want to go back to uni after the summer.
Some of the entries were about other guys, and prickling like little needles of jealousy on Luca's skin.
I don't think he really likes me, if I'm honest.
He can never remember that I'm allergic to almonds.
I think I need to break up with him.
Hey Siri, how can I date when I met the most perfect guy I'll ever date at age seventeen?
That one got a wet laugh out of Luca.
I got cast as lead in this historical romance show. Mama thinks it'll be huge.
The time between the entries became longer as they became more and more sparse; a sign of Yannick losing interest, getting over him, maybe?
There were a few brief mentions of Timo, Yannick's most recent ex. Luca had read about it, on some gossip site on Instagram, and quickly clicked away.
I think I met a guy I like more than the others. Why do I feel guilty about it?
He's not out, but he says he wants to be. I'm remembering why it's so hard to date athletes.
That one hurt even worse.
Hard launched on Instagram. This feels real, now.
Luca remembered the photos.
The next entry almost knocked out his breath.
The guy from your poster is bisexual, apparently, and dating that other guy. Hockey world in shambles??? I'm dying to know what you think about this. He's your teammate now, poster-guy. I wonder how you feel about it all.
There was an empty line, then:
I can't sleep because it makes me wonder. Could we have done it? If they did that, could we have made it work? Timo is asleep next to me in bed and I'm thinking about you because two men in a different country were outed via fanmail video. What kind of mental illness is that?
The next entry was dated in early 2022.
Broke up with him, it's not working. I can't keep dating a guy who thinks I should 'be less gay' in public.
Luca furrowed his eyebrows. Fuck him.
Several entries down, the last one was:
I'm moving to New York, semi-permanently. It's a huge leap, but I need to get out of here.
Luca slowly put the phone down on the table, looking up. Yannick was staring at him, chewing on his thumbnail. "You didn't... have to read it all."
"It was meant for me, no?" Luca realized his voice was hoarse.
Yannick nodded. There were tears swimming in his eyes.
Luca stood up, walked around the table, sat down next to him, arm against arm, and put his head down on Yannick's shoulder.
"What now?" he whispered.
Yannick turned his head, burying his nose in Luca's hair. "I don't know."
"Can you text me those things, for real? I mean... from now on?" Luca said quietly. "Instead of putting them in the note."
Yannick let out a shaky laugh. "I can do that."
There was a long moment of silence between them. Outside, the sun was coming up, bathing the streets of New York in softer light than they deserved.
"I still miss you, too," Luca whispered.
Luca still felt like he was walking on air when he boarded to plane later.
"Had a good night?" Roz asked, eyes scanning him up and down.
Luca gave him a smile, nodding. "Yeah."
He sat down, and checked his phone.
There was a new text on it, in a text thread which had lain dormant for the past few years.
Your turn to catch me up on your last five years.
Luca stared at his phone, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
