Various WayV Requests

You got into an argument with your friend, and Lucas helps you feel better

Request: Hi! First i love your writing ^^ Second can I request some angsty fluffy collage au! with Lucas from WayV? Like you got into a fight with your friend a night before but it stayed with you to next day and you broke down in a middle of a lecture and runned out and Lucas after you? (I'm a sucker for some Lucas Angst honestly, I'm sorry if it's not in your taste tho 😅)

Answer: Hi hi! First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Second of all, I'm so sorry this took forever to get out, I've just been waiting for that angsty mood to hit me, and now it finally did! Also, fret not, I am a simp for Xuxi/Yukhei/Lucas, so I gotchu! Anyways, let's get started!

University AU

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff

TW: Argument, Minor Panic Attack

Word Count: 1.1K

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"You're a piece of trash, you know that, right, (Y/N)?" Your "friend" said in a low voice. You hung your head low.

"I'm sorry, I really am, I just haven't finished the assignment yet, and it's due in a few hours, and of course I'd love to help but I have so many things to do right now," you replied. "I want to help, I really do, it's just that now's not a good time."

"And with all the things I help you with? You couldn't help me with this one little thing, (Y/N)? You're so selfish," she spat at you. You couldn't even look at her, because if you did you couldn't guarantee that you wouldn't go berserk on her, she's even claiming that you went to her for help, fuck no, the day you went to her for help would be the day the world ended and you'd be asking her to pass you a bottle of water.

Anyways, her "plea" was more of a tall order. You see, your friend is what you'd call a "party-goer," but it's bad enough to the point where she neglects her classes and studies on a daily basis, and she has to rush through all of them before it's too late. But this time, she dragged it on for too long, and now she was at your doorstep begging for you to let her copy your work, the very same you had slaved away at every day to get to perfection, and she had the audacity to ask you if she could copy it? You were pissed, anyone would be, but she had helped you out for so long that you decided to try your best to hide it, but the more this conversation dragged, the more livid you became.

"I'm selfish?! I'm sorry, did I hear you right? I'm not the one who showed up to her friend's doorstep, deadbeat drunk and reeking of... whatever bodily fluid you have on you this time, and begging to copy a quarter's worth of homework that's due in," you checked the time, "three fucking hours, since I decided to waste my life away at frat houses and strangers' apartments every night. At least I have the decency to make use of what I fucking paid for instead of going further in debt with liquor and cigarettes!" When you finished, your friend flinched, an overly dramatic way to try to guilt trip you, but like hell that'd work on you. But all she did was scoff and walk off.

"Some friend you are, (Y/N)," you heard her say before she was gone. You slammed your door shut, not even wanting to entertain her with a response.

That night replayed in your head constantly the next day, this included the argument itself alongside the words you could've, no, should've said. And it was all so distracting, you could barely pay attention to lecture, and you most certainly didn't notice the way Lucas, a close friend of yours turned boyfriend since starting Uni, was looking at you. He knew something was up, you had been friends long enough for him to know how to read you, but you just weren't responding.

He first found out that something was off when you chose to sit near the back of the lecture hall, you normally sat near the front since it forced you to pay attention during lecture. He then noted your silence, you just weren't responding to anything that was being said around you, his words included, and it made him a bit more than worried. Whenever he tried to ask, though, you wouldn't respond. The final straw was when you covered the sides of your head with your hands, trying to block out all the noise, and based off of the way your breathing quickened, he knew you were on the verge of a panic attack. He reached out to ask if you were okay, but you beat him to the punch. You grabbed your things and stood up from your seat, making a bee line out of the lecture hall. Lucas, of course, was quick to follow, thankful for the lack of stares from the slowly-dying-inside college students around him.

"(Y/N)!" He followed you until you finally stopped behind the building, you tried to catch your breath, but ended up falling to your knees. His reaction was immediate, crouching in front of you and holding your shoulders. "Alright, breathe, (Y/N), five seconds in, three seconds out, okay?" You nodded slowly and followed his movements.

"I just..." your words were interrupted with your hiccups, and he calmly shushed you.

"Breathe first," he instructs. You nod again and continue the cycle until you've calmed down. You wiped the tears from your eyes and took in another shaky breath.

"I'm so sorry," you hung your head low again.

"For what? Getting me an excuse to get out of that boring-ass lecture? Don't worry about it, (Y/N), you're so much more important," he says. He rubs your shoulders slowly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm just overwhelmed, is all... I got into an argument with someone important to me last night, and that stacked with all of our assignments is just... it's too much, Lucas," you had to stop yourself to make sure you wouldn't cry again.

"Hey, it's alright," he says. "Tell you what, why don't we go get some ice cream for the serotonin boost, then we can talk about what happened with your friend, alright? And maybe we can figure out how to fix things. A lot of our assignments aren't due for a while either, so let's not worry about those, okay?"

These were things that Lucas was exceptionally good at, he knew just how to calm you down and just what to say to make you feel better. He prided himself on that, actually, there's no one that knew you better than he did. Lucas had a talent in helping you see the brighter side of things, he had a talent in helping you remember the good, and for that you were always thankful. What did you do to deserve someone as perfect as him?

"Okay," you nodded again.

"Alright, are you ready to get going?"

"Yeah, let's go." Lucas gets up first and pulls you up with him. "Any requests for ice cream? Preferably one that's within my paycheck?" He laughs. You crack a smile.

"Afters sounds nice," you say.

"Afters it is," he pulls you closer to him and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you for however long you needed him to.