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THIS GIF OF MR TV HAS ME IN A CHOKE HOLD, the black hoodie effect in full force

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Hear me out

So I'm finally continuing the next part of Crescendo (sorry for the wait) and I have gone with the decision to make Will low-key a simp. And kinda yearn. It's possibly not realistic at all...

I'm drinking wine and giggling.

I hope people will like this lol

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DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS

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Bit of a heads up

What's up everybody? Hope things are going well at the moment for you, and if not, I hope things become well very soon.

I just wanted to update people here that my schedule leading up to February will be a bit tight. There is some delay at work for one of our projects, and it's all hands on deck until the sprint is delivered.

I can see myself not wanting to look at a screen when I go home, so I'll be slow to create and release what I had planned. Here is a snippet of it, by the way, I have more in my notes, but I don't want to bore you guys with the details. And I'm not too sure about the order of the releases, so please see this as more of a guideline.

Anyway, that's my little update. I hope everyone is staying warm where they are!

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when people are like “he’s not even attractive you could find a guy that looks like him at any gas station” i’m like….. well you see there’s beauty everywhere actually

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I have so many ideas...Putting them from thoughts to something legible and actually entertaining is so hard 🥲

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Cooking by the book

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary : The reader teaches Will more skills in the kitchen Warnings: none (though heads up, there are quite a bit scene skips so its through out an ambiguous amount of time) Notes : I only really wrote two scenes for this. So its short in that sense. Ah and it came about me cooking something, dancing to the music I was listening to and going "Damn, won't it be great if I was doing this with someone." and that thought spiralled to this. And yes... that title is from the lazy town song.

The scent of garlic and onions fills the small kitchen, a comforting aroma that always seemed to signal the end of the day. You stir the simmering sauce, and simultaneously, your hand hovers over the other pan with some olive oil to check if it is hot enough; it needs more time, you note. Will watches you from the doorway, his lean frame casually propped against the frame, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“What’s on the menu tonight, chef?” He asks, stepping into the kitchen, then stops just over your shoulder.

“Chicken cacciatore,” you reply, “with some rice.”

He nods approvingly. “Sounds delicious.” He leans against the counter, watching you intently as you add the diced tomatoes to the pan.

You stir the sauce, enjoying the silence that settles between you. It's a comfortable silence, broken only by the gentle sizzle of the pan and the occasional clink of a utensil. Slowly, an idea forms in your mind. You place the traffic light-coloured peppers onto the chopping board and place the knife on its side and move to pat Will’s bicep. “Here,” you say, slowly guiding him in front of the chopping board. “Chop these peppers while I get the chicken ready.”

“Yes, chef.” He chuckled and mock saluted. He begins chopping the peppers, his movements unsurprisingly clumsy. You quickly go to the fridge where the chicken marinade was stored; it was simple: salt, pepper, lemon, and olive oil. Removing the cling film over the bowl, you move to the hot pan and place the chicken thighs skin side down. Repeating until there were no chicken thighs left, your eyes flickered back to Will every so often. Your eyes widened when you saw him fumble with the knife, almost slicing his finger.

You place the bowl into the sink and wash your hands. “Here,” you say, gently taking the knife from his hand; your fingers brush against his. “Let me show you.” You demonstrate how to hold the knife properly, how to guide the blade through the pepper with ease. He watches intently, his eyes never leaving your hands.

“See?” you say, handing him the knife back. “Does that make sense?”

He nods, taking the knife back into his hands, and tries again. His movements are still a bit hesitant, but he's improving. You smile, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.

“There you go,” you praise him. “Much better.” Patting his back, you move to the chicken and check if the skin has browned.

He grins, his eyes sparkling. “Thanks for the lesson.”

From that moment on, he seemed to find some rhythm. He chopped the peppers slowly, but in a way that made the cubes even in size. You flip the chicken and stir the simmering tomato sauce. 

You look over to see Will finish off the last of the peppers, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and lips pursed. “You're a natural,” you tease.

He grins, turning to you, his eyes warm. “Thanks to my excellent teacher.”

You chuckle, “You're welcome.” He smiled wide and wiggled his brows. “What?” you ask. 

Will rolls his eyes. “Don’t I get a reward for doing such a good job?” 

“Yes, you do!” He perks up even more, “It's a home-cooked meal by yours truly.” He deflated instantly, eyes dead, face flat. You laugh and move the chicken to one pan and into the one holding the simmering tomatoes. Once that was done, you turned to the pouting man, “Come here, you goof.” He shuffles towards you, still looking slightly offended. You reach up and gently cup his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You know I was teasing, right?”

He sighs dramatically, finally breaking into a grin. “Of course, I do. But a little appreciation wouldn't hurt.”

“Fine, fine,” you concede, “But you have to admit, you picked up proper knife and chopping techniques quickly.”

He puffs out his chest, “Of course, I did. I'm a fast learner.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Alright, calm down now; don’t let your ego go too high. I definitely will have you helping cook more now that you did well; I hope you know that.” You raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. “Now, how about we let that delicious sauce simmer while we enjoy a well-deserved glass of wine?”

He grabs your hands, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Sounds perfect. But first…”

He leans in and steals a kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a moment too long. You smile against his mouth, your heart fluttering.

“Now,” he says, his voice husky, “let's go enjoy that wine.” He kisses your right hand, then your left, then gives both a squeeze, letting go to get the wine. While you get the bottle of red and place it on the table set up in the corner of the kitchen. Streaks of sunset streams through the window. You pull out a chair for him, a small smile playing on your lips. He sits down, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You know,” he says, pouring two glasses of wine, “I think I might have a new calling.”

“A chef?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He takes a sip of wine, savouring the taste. “No, no. A professional kitchen assistant. I'm quite skilled, if I do say so myself.”

You laugh, clinking your glass against his. “Very well, then. My skilled assistant, I expect you to clock in at the same time tomorrow evening.”

You both sip the wine, a comfortable silence settling between you. The gentle sizzle of the sauce in the pan provides a soothing background noise. You watch him, a contented sigh escaping your lips. He was so effortlessly charming, always leaving you feeling light and happy.

He catches you looking at him and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“Just admiring my incredibly talented assistant,” you reply, softly smiling.

He grins, “Don't get carried away, chef. I still need to be reminded of who's really in charge.”

He leans across the table and kisses you again, a slow, lingering kiss that sends shivers down your spine. You pull back, breathless, your heart pounding.

“Perhaps,” you whisper, “a little more practice is in order.”

He chuckles, “I'm always up for a challenge.”

He reaches for your hand again, his fingers intertwining with yours.

The fluorescent lights in Tesco hummed overhead as you navigated the aisles, your trolley overflowing with colourful vegetables, meat, snacks, and other items required around the house. Will, pushing the trolley, looked deep in thought, a frown creasing his brow. “What's got you thinking so deep?” you asked, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

Will focused on you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I was just thinking... maybe we could cook something a bit more ambitious next time.”

You paused, slowing your walk but not stopping, surprised by his suggestion. “Oh?”

He nodded. “You know, something that actually requires two people working at once? I know you've been trying to get me to help more with the preparations, but I'd like to try to actually put a bit more effort into cooking something. I've been watching a lot of cooking shows lately, and it seems like a lot of fun to really cook something together.”

You smiled softly. “That sounds lovely, Will. What were you thinking?”

He shrugged. “I don't know, maybe something like making spaghetti from scratch? Or something along those lines. I've always wanted to try.”

You hummed in consideration. “That's time-consuming, I’m guessing you mean you want to just make the pasta from scratch and not the sauce?”

He nodded once, “Yeah, I think that would be a good start. I don’t mind the sauce, it doesn’t have to be spaghetti.”

You nod, coming up with possible ideas, “Oh wait!” you turn to face Will quickly, “What shape do you want?”

Will furrowed his brows, “I'm thinking maybe those little... what are they called? The ones that look like... little ears?” He laughed at his explanation, and you couldn’t help but join in.

You raised an eyebrow, “Orecchiette?”

He grinned, “That's it!” You hummed in thought. You would need to get the flour—you don't have any at home. And looking at the trolley, there were some mushrooms and cherry tomatoes, you'd need to get some cream. Maybe a touch of garlic and some fresh herbs for the sauce.

“We could make a red cream sauce from scratch too if you’d like,” you suggested, “with mushrooms and cherry tomatoes. And maybe look for some fresh basil here, I don’t think there’s much left from the windowsill garden.”

Will's eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing. We could even make a garlic bread to go with it.” Make that two bulbs of garlic.

You grinned, “Sounds like a plan. We'll need to get some good quality flour, and maybe some semolina too, for that extra bit of texture. Let's get it, and others that we’d need. Do you want to drink anything specific with it?” The two of you walk deeper into the shop, chatting aimlessly.

Will fumbled for his keys, the weight of the shopping bags digging into his fingers. Finally, the lock clicked open with a satisfying thunk. He stepped inside, switching on the hall light, you following close behind. Closing the door behind you with a soft click, you kicked off your shoes, the sound echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet hallway. Will kicked off his own pair, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. “That was… productive,” he declared, walking into the kitchen.

You follow after him laughing lightly, placing the bag you were carrying next to his on the counter. “Uh huh. Though, I think we may have overdone it slightly. I think I saw at least three different types of cheese in that trolley.”

Will grinned, “Well, one can never have too much cheese, right?” He caught your eye, “Besides, we might need a little snack to get through all this cooking.”

You playfully swatted his arm. “Don’t fill up on cheese, mister.” You both started to empty out the bags and place it in the correct spots, “But seriously, I'm excited. This is going to be fun. We'll make a mess, but I know we'll have a delicious meal at the end of it.” 

“Deal,” Will agreed, already pulling out his phone. “Let me see if I can find a beginner friendly recipe for the dough.” He grinned, scrolling through his phone. “I'm thinking a classic tomato sauce, maybe with some fresh basil from the market?”

You smiled, “Sounds perfect. I'll get everything ready while you do it. Let me know if you need any help.”

You put away the rest of the shopping, then laid out what’s needed for the pasta on the counter: the semolina flour, some warm water, a bowl, a scale, and a spatula. You even prepped a separate small bowl of water for wetting your hands.

“Oh! I found one! Right,” Will announced, finally looking up from his phone, a mock serious expression on his face. “Operation: Homemade Orecchiette is a go! Alright, let's start with the flour. How much are we looking at?”

You mimic a buzzer noise, “NO! Rule number one to cooking, what was it again?” he snapped his fingers.

“Right, wash your hands!” Will said, turning to the sink, where you both quickly washed their hands with soap and water.

“Alright,” Will said, drying his hands on a nearby towel. “Operation: Homemade Orecchiette NOW officially commences.” He looked at the flour and asked his previous question.

You glanced at the recipe on his phone. “Looks like four hundred grams to start.” He picks up the bag, “Though we may need to adjust it. Depends how the dough comes together.” You pause and look at him, “You know how to properly use a scale, don’t you?” 

He rolled his eyes, “Yes I do. I’ll have you know I’m not completely a lost cause.” then he carefully measured out the flour and adding it to the bowl. 

“Ok, this is when you need to make the little volcano in the dough.” his confused look prompted you forward, creating a little dimple on the top of the dough. “Like this, you try it now. It needs to be a bit deeper, you can make it wider if you want to as well.”

He nodded and did as instructed, “Now, the water...”

“One hundred and eighty grams, it says.” He carefully poured out the water into the bowl, making sure not to pour too much in. “Excellent,” Will declared, he then grabbed the spatula and stared at the bowl. “Now what? Just mix it all together?”

“Pretty much,” you replied, “But you want to bring in small amounts of flour from round the edges and mixing it into the middle.”

He nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Right, right.” he stared down at the bowl, “Sorry what?” 

“It's like this.” you walk up to the bowl, mixing the way you described slowly, he was staring intently at the bowl and your hands. It was too cute. 

You handed it back to him and after a few minutes, the mixture started to come together, forming a shaggy mass. “It's starting to look like something!” Will exclaimed, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his face.

“Good job!” you praised, “Now, we need to add a little bit of water.”

He carefully drizzled in a small amount of water, continuing to stir. “Is this enough?” he asked, glancing at you.

“Looks about right,” you replied, “Keep going until it forms a smooth ball.”

Will continued to stir, adding a tiny bit more water here and there. Slowly, the dough began to come together, forming a smooth, elastic ball. “I think we did it!” he announced, holding up the dough triumphantly.

“We did it.” you echoed, a smile gracing your lips. “Or, well, you did it. I may have you make my dough from now on. Now, the fun part: kneading.”

You showed him the proper technique, how to fold the dough over itself and then press down firmly with the heel of your hand. “Keep going until it becomes smooth and elastic,” you instructed.

Will followed your lead, kneading the dough with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. “This is actually kind of therapeutic,” he admitted, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“I know, right?” you chuckled, “Now that should be done, let's let it rest for a while.”

You wrapped the dough in plastic wrap and placed it in a bowl. “While that's resting,” you said, “let's get the sauce started.”

“Excellent,” Will said, “I'll handle the sauce. You relax.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “You know what to do?” he nodded, and you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

You pulled back, breathless, and smiled. “Now go,” you said, gently pushing him towards the stove. “I trust you'll make something delicious.”

The studio was a din of noise. JJ, who had flames licking at the edge of his pan, was frantically waving a tea towel around, shrieking high pitched with the occasional “Fuck” being yelled. Vik's face contorted in frustration as he was rummaging through the pantry, muttering about misplaced vegetables. Most likely a trick played by the opposite team.

And then there was Will.

Amidst the chaos, Will stood apart. A serene calm seemed to emanate from him as he stirred a simmering pot on the stove. Herbs were added, a pinch of this, a dash of that, each movement precise and measured.

Harry—from the opposite team—who had been attempting to distract Simon incoherently with a joke paused, his jaw dropping, and walked to Will. “Woah mama, Will, what is that? It actually smells amazing.”

Will, ever the showman, grinned. “Just a little something, something. Can't tell you everything. Man’s gotta keep his secret.” He winked at one of the cameras.

Ethan, who was diligently peeling a pile of potatoes, choked on his own spit. “This is bullshit, I swear. Which one of yous helped him?”

Josh inhaled deeply, and he couldn't help but lean closer to the pot, inhaling deeply. “That actually smells good, what the fuck?”

Will beamed, “Thanks mate, I have a good teacher.” he stirred the pot, “Good kisser too.”

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Hot damn

Just gonna thirst for a bit...

I just finished watching this video. And I've never watched anything racing related, I will admit that I only watched it bc I saw Will in the thumbnail.

But DAMN Will in the racing suit??

Idk whats going on in my mind but just seeing this makes me feral.

I am looking in the most DISRESPECTFUL way possible.

I CANT be the only one that thought this....right?

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A SMALL CRUSH | w.lenney

main masterlist | yt masterlist | will masterlist

౨ৎ will lenney x reader

౨ৎ summary : reader has a small crush on her youtuber brothers best friend, willne.

౨ৎ warnings : alcohal

౨ৎ notes : can we pretend james drinks?? im sososos sorry but it’s for the plot!! also, i don’t like this but i neeedddd to post before i lose the plot

it started out completely innocent. you had of course knew of will through your brother james, however you never expected that you'd make a fool out of yourself before you'd even met him. it started with a clip that came up on your tiktok of will making a joke about you to annoy james, which you laughed at and liked. then slowly, but surely, your for you page was filled with will. you'd swipe by, liking some of the ones that also had james in them until you made a mistake one day. you liked just an edit of will.

you didn't even realise, the innocent small crush not making you think any deeper until you were bombarded with people posting the proof of you liking the tiktok. when james finally messaged you about it you wanted to hide and never show your face again but instead you said it was a silly mistake, and ignored james's teasing and just prayed that you would forget it about it.

and you did. until now, since you were finally meeting the man.

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"everyone's going to be there, it will be fine!" james exclaimed while placing an arm around you, and you pushed your older brother away from you with a disgusted look. "that's not comforting, james." you grunted out as you finally made it to the bar. you sighed before walking in behind the man, hoping to hide behind his frame.

"james!" a male voice exclaimed, far too loudly for the setting, as you approached a full table. "how you been, lad?" the voice was recognisable even though you'd never heard it in person, will stood from the table to throw his arms around his friend. james spoke with him before turning to face you. "will, this is y/n, my sister."

"hey." you gave an awkward wave but he was on the receiving end of a genuine smile, your cheeks slightly rosy from the heat of the bar, the drinks you had while getting ready and mainly the presence of the man in front of you. he was taller than you imagined, and when he smiled you thought you were going to faint. he was gorgeous.

"y/n!" he exclaimed, and you tried to hide the way you flushed at him saying your name. he gave you a half hug before stepping away with a cheeky grin on his face, "it's nice to finally meet my biggest fan." he joked, and you groaned while putting your head in yours hands - debating your life choices.

"i swear to god i'm not a freak--"

"you don't have to defend yourself to me." will interrupted, leaning in slightly and putting a hand on the small of your back as he did, "i don't mind anyways, darling. promise." he then moved back to face the table as if nothing had happened, getting everyone's orders before setting off to get them.

will eventually came back and slid into the empty spot beside you, denying peoples offers of moving so he can get his original seat. he had even gotten you a drink, and you tried not to overthink how the small action made you feel too much. that grew increasingly more challenging though as he had settled his arms at the back of your chair and you could feel heat radiating off of him, and the bulge of his bicep was close enough that when you moved your arm you could feel it.

the whole night consisted of you subconsciously moving closer and the two of you accidentally falling into private conversation even though you were with a group of people. by the end of the night your small harmless crush had quickly developed into more. little did you know it was reciprocated, and had been from before you had ever saw the clip of him and james.

"do you think we could just pick him up tomorrow?" you asked will, looking at james who was stumbling out of the bar infront of you two, loudly saying bye to the rest of the group who were going the opposite way. "heavily debating it." will mumbled as he brought out his phone and ordered an uber. "where are you meant to be staying?”

"i was going to go back to the hotel." you told him. you had planned this trip last minute so the hotel was out of the way, which was why you and james had arrived after everyone else."i can help you with him, though, don't worry." you reassured him, but that wasn't the thing that will was upset with. "you're not going all that way yourself at this time." will said - matter of a factly. "you can come to mine."

you fought your smile, looking up to will. "if you really don't want to stay then i'll come with you to make sure you there." he added in, his confidence lacking a little, as he shoved his hands in his pockets. you shook your head, "as long as it's fine with you."

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james lay heavily against will as you held the door open for the pair, locking it after them. "i'm gonna go get him settled. i know your luggage is all at the hotel but you can grab something more comfortable from my closet." he stated as he kicked off his shoes, and waited while james did the same but much slower.

"you sure?" you double-checked while also taking off your small heels, glad that you had the opportunity to get out of your outfit. it was cute, but uncomfortable. "whatever you want, don't be shy, darling." he glanced back at you with a small smile before manoeuvring himself and your brother to the bedroom.

so, since you had his consent, you found your way to his bedroom. it was tidy but clearly lived in from the cozy vibe it gave. you made your way to the closet - which was also perfectly organised - and grabbed sweat shorts and a hoodie. you then found the ensuite and changed before neatly folding your clothes and making your way back out to the living room.

will was in the kitchen, a smile taking over his face as came out, doing a small spin to show off your new outfit. "you wore it better to me." he admitted, and you awkwardly giggled as you stood at the other side of the counter. "he has water, medicine and a breakfast bar which is definitely not going to get ate."

"you know," you sat your clothes on a stool before leaning on the counter, "that is very kind of you to do." you complimented, smiling at the blush that took over his face. when he smiled, properly smiled, his eyes partially closed and you wanted to kick your feet at the sight. "it's nothing." he shrugged it off, "are you hungry? i'm not that tired so I was gonna make some food and watch something before bed."

you were exhausted but you weren't going to miss out on a vital opportunity to spend time with him. "sounds good." you smiled, and so you raided his kitchen with him before finally just settling on making some frozen pizzas. while they cooked will pulled out his couch to make it into a bed - deeming it would be comfortable as they'd be more space - before going to change into sweatpants and a hoodie.

while he did you added all the pillows and blankets you saw to the couch, and then put the pizza on some plates and moved your drinks to the coffee table. as soon as you settled down will appeared, and you gawked at him from the warm, dim light of his living room. "making your self at home, i see." he commented with a chuckle while settling himself down beside you and using a hand to ruffle his hair before moving his arm behind your seat again.

you shrugged, already eating the pizza infront of him as he picked a movie before joining you with an arm around you. you continued to speak as the movie began, falling into an easy atmosphere as you laid against him while eating.

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twenty minutes later, you were passed out. you tried to fight it but you couldn't help yourself, not when the warmth from the man beside you was lulling you into it. you had fallen into will in your sleep, and he looked down with a small grin as you laid on his shoulder. he fixed the blanket so it covered you fully before brushing away the hair from your face and eventually laying his arm properly around you.

he held you as you slept, even when you moved in your sleep under your head was on his chest. he kept you as comfortable as he could while he ate before eventually he too fell asleep.

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"what the hell did you two get up to?"

you grumbled, sitting up and peeking over the couch to see your brother emerge looking rough. "shut up." you spoke while glancing down at will, "some of us are asleep." you added, "and we didn't do anything, we watched a movie after getting you home." you explained to your brother who stared at you, debating if you were lying or not, before rubbing his eyes and stating he was going back to sleep.

you looked back over at will when you heard a small groan escape him, watching as he woke up with an annoyed look on his face - and you quickly realised that he was not a morning person.

"morning, sunshine." you snickered slightly as he looked over, his hair a mess. "morning, darling." the words slipped out quickly, but with the sound of his groggy voice you didn't mind the fact that he was closing his eyes again.

"is it okay if I make some coffee?" you questioned, and he let out a hum. "if you make me some too." you got up from that and began to find your way around his kitchen.

by the time you were almost done will had freshened up and made his way beside you, leaning on the counter. "how do you even move this early in the morning?" he asked, crossing his arms.

you tried not to stare and instead focused on the task infront of you. you shrugged, a small smile unable to escape your face as you finished up and handed him a mug.

"is that okay?" you asked when he took a sip, and he hummed with a nod. "perfect." he answered. you smiled, taking a drink from your own before settling it down.

"how did you get toothpaste on ur chin?" you asked with a giggle while, without thinking, putting your hand up to scrub it away. you didn't realise ur actions until you felt the heat of his skin underneath ur finger, and he sat his coffee down. "sorry." you mumbled while putting ur hands down.

"its okay." will answered quickly, and you fell into a slightly awkward silence. you stared at him as you thought of something that would continue your conversation. you were not willing to let your morning together end like that. “your skin is very smooth.”

will paused for a second, raising a brow before chuckling at you. "thank you?" he answered in a slightly confused tone, smiling widely at the red flush that overtook your cheeks. "you're very pretty."

"you really think so?" you lightened up, a cheesy grin on ur lips as you stared up at him. you could smell coffee, and him. it was amazing and if you could spend the rest of your mornings like this you would. "i know so, darling." he leaned closer, gaining more confidence at your reactions. "can i kiss you?" his voice rasped out.

he stared you down as you nodded, swiftly and without any other thought except from the fact that it was what you had been imaging from the moment you saw him in the bar.

"please." you murmured as he finally closed the gap between you two, his lips nettling on yours. he kissed you softly, slowly. you felt the world around you disappearing as a hand settled on the small of your back and the other on your hip.

you placed your hands around his neck to keep you from slipping away from the moment. this is all that mattered to you in the moment. this moment. his flat. his lips.

after a few seconds you pull away and you stare up at him, not letting him go incase he somehow got away. you giggle as he pecks your lips gain, feeling his smile against your face as you relish in the sensation of each other. it was something you wanted to consume you.

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Chat, is this real?

I took a screenshot of this before I went to bed yesterday, and I've only remembered it after work.

Is this a joke 🥹 I don't know how to tell if it is one...I'm also gullible as hell 💀

The image is WillNE's story that says "we're never uploading a second channel video again btw"

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A SMALL CRUSH | w.lenney

main masterlist | yt masterlist | will masterlist

౨ৎ will lenney x reader

౨ৎ summary : reader has a small crush on her youtuber brothers best friend, willne.

౨ৎ warnings : alcohal

౨ৎ notes : can we pretend james drinks?? im sososos sorry but it’s for the plot!! also, i don’t like this but i neeedddd to post before i lose the plot

it started out completely innocent. you had of course knew of will through your brother james, however you never expected that you'd make a fool out of yourself before you'd even met him. it started with a clip that came up on your tiktok of will making a joke about you to annoy james, which you laughed at and liked. then slowly, but surely, your for you page was filled with will. you'd swipe by, liking some of the ones that also had james in them until you made a mistake one day. you liked just an edit of will.

you didn't even realise, the innocent small crush not making you think any deeper until you were bombarded with people posting the proof of you liking the tiktok. when james finally messaged you about it you wanted to hide and never show your face again but instead you said it was a silly mistake, and ignored james's teasing and just prayed that you would forget it about it.

and you did. until now, since you were finally meeting the man.

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"everyone's going to be there, it will be fine!" james exclaimed while placing an arm around you, and you pushed your older brother away from you with a disgusted look. "that's not comforting, james." you grunted out as you finally made it to the bar. you sighed before walking in behind the man, hoping to hide behind his frame.

"james!" a male voice exclaimed, far too loudly for the setting, as you approached a full table. "how you been, lad?" the voice was recognisable even though you'd never heard it in person, will stood from the table to throw his arms around his friend. james spoke with him before turning to face you. "will, this is y/n, my sister."

"hey." you gave an awkward wave but he was on the receiving end of a genuine smile, your cheeks slightly rosy from the heat of the bar, the drinks you had while getting ready and mainly the presence of the man in front of you. he was taller than you imagined, and when he smiled you thought you were going to faint. he was gorgeous.

"y/n!" he exclaimed, and you tried to hide the way you flushed at him saying your name. he gave you a half hug before stepping away with a cheeky grin on his face, "it's nice to finally meet my biggest fan." he joked, and you groaned while putting your head in yours hands - debating your life choices.

"i swear to god i'm not a freak--"

"you don't have to defend yourself to me." will interrupted, leaning in slightly and putting a hand on the small of your back as he did, "i don't mind anyways, darling. promise." he then moved back to face the table as if nothing had happened, getting everyone's orders before setting off to get them.

will eventually came back and slid into the empty spot beside you, denying peoples offers of moving so he can get his original seat. he had even gotten you a drink, and you tried not to overthink how the small action made you feel too much. that grew increasingly more challenging though as he had settled his arms at the back of your chair and you could feel heat radiating off of him, and the bulge of his bicep was close enough that when you moved your arm you could feel it.

the whole night consisted of you subconsciously moving closer and the two of you accidentally falling into private conversation even though you were with a group of people. by the end of the night your small harmless crush had quickly developed into more. little did you know it was reciprocated, and had been from before you had ever saw the clip of him and james.

"do you think we could just pick him up tomorrow?" you asked will, looking at james who was stumbling out of the bar infront of you two, loudly saying bye to the rest of the group who were going the opposite way. "heavily debating it." will mumbled as he brought out his phone and ordered an uber. "where are you meant to be staying?”

"i was going to go back to the hotel." you told him. you had planned this trip last minute so the hotel was out of the way, which was why you and james had arrived after everyone else."i can help you with him, though, don't worry." you reassured him, but that wasn't the thing that will was upset with. "you're not going all that way yourself at this time." will said - matter of a factly. "you can come to mine."

you fought your smile, looking up to will. "if you really don't want to stay then i'll come with you to make sure you there." he added in, his confidence lacking a little, as he shoved his hands in his pockets. you shook your head, "as long as it's fine with you."

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james lay heavily against will as you held the door open for the pair, locking it after them. "i'm gonna go get him settled. i know your luggage is all at the hotel but you can grab something more comfortable from my closet." he stated as he kicked off his shoes, and waited while james did the same but much slower.

"you sure?" you double-checked while also taking off your small heels, glad that you had the opportunity to get out of your outfit. it was cute, but uncomfortable. "whatever you want, don't be shy, darling." he glanced back at you with a small smile before manoeuvring himself and your brother to the bedroom.

so, since you had his consent, you found your way to his bedroom. it was tidy but clearly lived in from the cozy vibe it gave. you made your way to the closet - which was also perfectly organised - and grabbed sweat shorts and a hoodie. you then found the ensuite and changed before neatly folding your clothes and making your way back out to the living room.

will was in the kitchen, a smile taking over his face as came out, doing a small spin to show off your new outfit. "you wore it better to me." he admitted, and you awkwardly giggled as you stood at the other side of the counter. "he has water, medicine and a breakfast bar which is definitely not going to get ate."

"you know," you sat your clothes on a stool before leaning on the counter, "that is very kind of you to do." you complimented, smiling at the blush that took over his face. when he smiled, properly smiled, his eyes partially closed and you wanted to kick your feet at the sight. "it's nothing." he shrugged it off, "are you hungry? i'm not that tired so I was gonna make some food and watch something before bed."

you were exhausted but you weren't going to miss out on a vital opportunity to spend time with him. "sounds good." you smiled, and so you raided his kitchen with him before finally just settling on making some frozen pizzas. while they cooked will pulled out his couch to make it into a bed - deeming it would be comfortable as they'd be more space - before going to change into sweatpants and a hoodie.

while he did you added all the pillows and blankets you saw to the couch, and then put the pizza on some plates and moved your drinks to the coffee table. as soon as you settled down will appeared, and you gawked at him from the warm, dim light of his living room. "making your self at home, i see." he commented with a chuckle while settling himself down beside you and using a hand to ruffle his hair before moving his arm behind your seat again.

you shrugged, already eating the pizza infront of him as he picked a movie before joining you with an arm around you. you continued to speak as the movie began, falling into an easy atmosphere as you laid against him while eating.

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twenty minutes later, you were passed out. you tried to fight it but you couldn't help yourself, not when the warmth from the man beside you was lulling you into it. you had fallen into will in your sleep, and he looked down with a small grin as you laid on his shoulder. he fixed the blanket so it covered you fully before brushing away the hair from your face and eventually laying his arm properly around you.

he held you as you slept, even when you moved in your sleep under your head was on his chest. he kept you as comfortable as he could while he ate before eventually he too fell asleep.

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"what the hell did you two get up to?"

you grumbled, sitting up and peeking over the couch to see your brother emerge looking rough. "shut up." you spoke while glancing down at will, "some of us are asleep." you added, "and we didn't do anything, we watched a movie after getting you home." you explained to your brother who stared at you, debating if you were lying or not, before rubbing his eyes and stating he was going back to sleep.

you looked back over at will when you heard a small groan escape him, watching as he woke up with an annoyed look on his face - and you quickly realised that he was not a morning person.

"morning, sunshine." you snickered slightly as he looked over, his hair a mess. "morning, darling." the words slipped out quickly, but with the sound of his groggy voice you didn't mind the fact that he was closing his eyes again.

"is it okay if I make some coffee?" you questioned, and he let out a hum. "if you make me some too." you got up from that and began to find your way around his kitchen.

by the time you were almost done will had freshened up and made his way beside you, leaning on the counter. "how do you even move this early in the morning?" he asked, crossing his arms.

you tried not to stare and instead focused on the task infront of you. you shrugged, a small smile unable to escape your face as you finished up and handed him a mug.

"is that okay?" you asked when he took a sip, and he hummed with a nod. "perfect." he answered. you smiled, taking a drink from your own before settling it down.

"how did you get toothpaste on ur chin?" you asked with a giggle while, without thinking, putting your hand up to scrub it away. you didn't realise ur actions until you felt the heat of his skin underneath ur finger, and he sat his coffee down. "sorry." you mumbled while putting ur hands down.

"its okay." will answered quickly, and you fell into a slightly awkward silence. you stared at him as you thought of something that would continue your conversation. you were not willing to let your morning together end like that. “your skin is very smooth.”

will paused for a second, raising a brow before chuckling at you. "thank you?" he answered in a slightly confused tone, smiling widely at the red flush that overtook your cheeks. "you're very pretty."

"you really think so?" you lightened up, a cheesy grin on ur lips as you stared up at him. you could smell coffee, and him. it was amazing and if you could spend the rest of your mornings like this you would. "i know so, darling." he leaned closer, gaining more confidence at your reactions. "can i kiss you?" his voice rasped out.

he stared you down as you nodded, swiftly and without any other thought except from the fact that it was what you had been imaging from the moment you saw him in the bar.

"please." you murmured as he finally closed the gap between you two, his lips nettling on yours. he kissed you softly, slowly. you felt the world around you disappearing as a hand settled on the small of your back and the other on your hip.

you placed your hands around his neck to keep you from slipping away from the moment. this is all that mattered to you in the moment. this moment. his flat. his lips.

after a few seconds you pull away and you stare up at him, not letting him go incase he somehow got away. you giggle as he pecks your lips gain, feeling his smile against your face as you relish in the sensation of each other. it was something you wanted to consume you.

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my man, my man, my man, my man 😍😍😍😍

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We all crying in da clerb

So I am a Bad Bunny listener and I've had his album DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS on REPEAT since it came out.

And I have it on shuffle while I was writing something to hype myself up and it played DtMF AND TURiSTA BACK TO BACK.

Like damn...I'm just trying to write...

Anyway, here is a sneak peek to the next peace:

You place the bowl into the sink and wash your hands. “Here,” you say, gently taking the knife from his hand; your fingers brush against his. “Let me show you.” You demonstrate how to hold the knife properly, how to guide the blade through the pepper with ease. He watches intently, his eyes never leaving your hands.

Debating on writing it all out and releasing it as a chunk, or in parts...

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Porque no los dos? Heart aching fluff + heart shattering angst translate to me of something unrequited...

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

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hey I really loved your Will luggage fic! The forehead kiss has me in bits 🥹🥹 I also lost my grandad to Covid so it hit deep! just wanted to say that the start references Heathrow but then Gatwick is mentioned twice after if u wanna fix it for continuity xx part 2 is needed please 🙏🏻

Hi 😊 I'm happy that you enjoyed it and leaving this ask! It's hard to lose people to Covid and I'm sorry you had to go through it as well.

Oof! That's an overlook on my part, thanks for pointing it out! I've made it so it's all London Heathrow now. I honestly don't know how I missed that one...

And part two eh? Okay, okay. I've got an idea, I will let the people decide on what way they want this to go...

And I think this will be after the current one I'm working on. I will give a little hint, it's for Will!

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Weird way to propose but yes!!🤭💍

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Only the memories

Will Lenney x Fem!Reader

Summary : The reader looses something important, will she find it again? Warnings : mentioned death of a relative Notes : I don't know if I cooked? Writing this was hard because I kept crying and getting distracted. I feel like this could be better, but I don't know how to improve it?

Standing at the edge of the airport help desk, you look around in utter exhaustion. You have just been on an eighteen-hour non-stop flight with your carry-on and luggage. The densely populated terminal is a blur of non-stop new faces and continual movement, but all you can think about is finding your belongings and getting some much-needed rest.

You turn your head to look, catching movement in the corner of your eye as someone in a uniform walks up to you, “Good evening. I'm Sarah from Heathrow's baggage services.” She offers a sympathetic smile, but her eyes convey a hint of concern.

“I'm really sorry, but we have a situation with your luggage,” Sarah continues, her voice gentle. “Your bag did make it back to Heathrow, but,” she pauses, looking away briefly then back to you, “it appears to have gone missing from our facility. We've checked all possible locations, but we haven't been able to locate it.”

You feel a knot form in your stomach. “So it's just,” you gesture helplessly, “gone?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. You can feel the burn start behind your itchy, red-from-lack-of-sleep eyes. You blink back the tears.

Sarah nods, “I really do apologise for this inconvenience. We are conducting a thorough search and will do everything we can to find it. In the meantime, we'll assist you with any immediate needs and offer compensation for the lost items. Please come with me to our office so we can start the process and provide further support.”

She gestures behind you, into an unassuming door, leading you away from the chaos of the terminal, her assurances doing little to curb the panic you feel.

You read through the short paperwork, filling in your name, contact details, home address, and describing the bag and its contents. After visiting your home country, you had packed everything you wanted to remember into that one suitcase, including a small, metal biscuit tin filled with pictures of your grandparents and parents who had passed away during the pandemic. It was the last physical thing you had to your family, and now it was gone.

The longer you stay at the airport, the more you feel like its honest-to-god hell on Earth. Once that is all done, you manage to find your way back to your flat. Empty-handed and with a deep pit in your chest. Putting the key into the lock, you turn it, kick off your shoes, lock the door behind you, then head to your bedroom, where you face-plant on your bed.

Lost in London Heathrow.

You take a deep breath. Allow the dam to break. Then, sobbing uncontrollably, you turn to your side and hug yourself.

You allow yourself to do the most painful thing at that point—remember.

Four years have flown by since you lost your luggage at London Heathrow. Now, you find yourself on the set of WillNE's YouTube channel, three years in. The job brings you lots of laughter, chaos, and friendships with people you’d never thought you’d have. It has created a comforting pattern that you’ve grown to love.

Today, Will hired a set in London for two days. The set—from a certain point onwards—has white floors, walls, and ceilings. You are the first one on set, accepting the pallets that hold the luggage, and going inside to set up the temporary tables and cameras needed for the shoot.

First order of operation, you set out a line of slippers on the white floors for everyone, slip on a pair, and put your headset on. Head bopping and mouthing to the songs blaring in your headphones, you start to set up the tables, chairs and lay out the microphones for the shot. Leaving the cameras for Ieuan when he got there.

You then slip your shoes back on and start the task of setting up the one hundred luggage, it was a slow process, moving the luggage into the set, slowly creating a pile. Roughly quarter the way through, you stare at your sock clad feet and wonder if there was an easier way of doing this and hear the sound of the door opening. Ieuan, Will, Mikey, and James had arrived talking amongst themselves as they enter. 

You looked up after placing down the luggage you had in hand, and managed to catch the sight of the door close. “Mornin’ lads!” you greeted with an enthusiastic smile. 

“Morning!” the three greeted back, though Will had more enthusiasm, causing the two guys beside him to share a smile over Will’s head.

“I see you’ve started,” Will said, walking over to you on the carpet, then stopped as you waved your hand back and forth in a ‘no, no’ motion. 

“Shoes off on the white mister.” you said, pointing to your own shoe-less feet. 

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and James asked, “Have you been putting your shoes on and off when you stack the luggage in a pile?” you raised a brow at his sassy tone.

“Yes,” you nod your head, “how else would I make sure that the floor stayed white?” 

Will laughed, setting off the other two. His laugh was a slow, easy sound that crinkled the corners of his eyes, the kind that makes your own lips twitch upwards automatically in response. And your stomach do a backflip, landing with a giddy thud against your ribs. “You could have kept your shoes on, and we could have mopped up any scruff marks after you muppet.” Your smile dropped slightly.

“Fuck, you’re right.”

They laughed louder at that. 

Will, still grinning, jumped to the white floor then back with a dramatic sigh. “Oh, the humanity!” He gestured to the floor that now has slight stuff marks from the bottom of his shoes. “My precious, white floor. It's ruined! The set’s been violated!” Will dramatically stated, then crouched down and pretended to inspect the damage. He looked up at you, his eyes soft. “You're in so much trouble.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled softly at him. James smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, the smile dropped quickly on your face, and you flipped him off. “Real mature, James.” you muttered, turning back to Will, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. “Don't worry, Will,” you said with a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “I'll make sure this floor is spotless by the end of the day.”

Will looked up at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You better. Or I'll have to deduct it from your pay.”

James butted in, hip checking you “You’re getting paid? Favouritism.” James crossed his arms, raised a brow and smirked at Will “When will we get the same treatment?”

Will let out a fake laughing, clutching his stomach. “Pay? What pay? You think I can afford to pay you guys?”

Ieuan, who left to get more luggage, looked confused. “Wait, you're not paying us?”

Will shook his head. “Absolutely not. You're here for fun, right?”

Ieuan and James exchanged a look, then burst into laughter. “Right,” Ieuan said, shaking his head. “fun.”

You cut in “Alright, we’ll discuss the lack of pay during the union later. Lets get this pile sorted then we can start the video.”

Around an hour later, everything was set up, and they were ready to film. So you make yourself scarce and sit at the table off to the side, editing a video, with your headphones on. You don’t notice Will looking at you with soft eyes throughout the shoot. His gaze was soft, endearing, tracing the lines of your face, almost as if he wanted to memorise every curve. You're too focused on your screen to realise he's not looking at you as just an employee but as something more.

The day flew by. Between sorting the opened luggage, you managed to edit one video and make a decent start on another, by seven in the evening, your stomach was growling. Then, Will broke through your concentration by clapping, the sound echoed through the set. “Great job today, everyone! I’m happy to leave things be as they are and come back to do this all over again tomorrow. Make sure to get some rest, we’ll be back here bright and early!” He said cheerfully, though his eyes, despite the smile, looked tired.

You stretched, popping your back and cracking a wide yawn. “Alright, I'm out,” you announced, packing up your things. You looked up as you swung your bag over your shoulder, catching Will's eye. He offered a smile, his gaze lingering on your face a beat longer than necessary. “See you lads tomorrow! Bye.”

“See you.” Ieuan replied.

“See you later, boss lady!” James said with a grin, giving you a playful salute. You give him a sarcastic wave, heading to the door.

Will, his voice softer, added, “Get home safe.”

You couldn't help but smile at him, a warmth spreading through you. “Thanks, Will. See you tomorrow.”

The next morning, you arrived at the set with a sense of dread. You didn’t get much sleep that night, stupidly deciding to finish the video you started to edit. You ended up sleeping around two in the morning, then awake once again at six to get ready. The white floor, now marred with a few stubborn scuff marks, seemed to mock you. You moved through the motions of cleaning it up, your energy levels significantly lower than the previous day. By the time the boys arrived, you were already starting to regret not bringing a coffee.

The day dragged on in a haze. You looked up the props and location for the next video idea, calculating the costs and setting up the KPIs on Excel, with each item added to the Excel, your eyelids felt heavier with each passing minute. You even caught yourself yawning, covering your mouth with a hand. By the time they reached the third-to-last suitcase, you were ready to sleep for a week. You rubbed your eyes, the screen of your laptop blurring before you.

“Almost done’” you muttered to yourself, smiling as you noticed to see Will watching you. He looked tired too. He raised a brow, a silent, “You okay there?”

You smiled, giving him a thumbs up and mimicked wanting to sleep. He laughed under his breath and smiled.

James approached the table, lugging a small, unassuming white suitcase. “Oh, this one's small so it's gonna be fake.” he declared, Mikey and Will nodded and watched James zip it open. Inside, nestled amongst the soft lining, lay a single fluffy blanket. “That's it?” Will asked, confused.

James furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Wot?” Mikey, defeated from the long days of shooting, tugged at the blanket. It provided more resistance than he expected, after one last hard tug, it released. Photos erupted from the suitcase, scattering across the floor like confetti.

Will and James stared in disbelief. “What the…” Will exclaimed.

“Holy cow, it's a photo album!” Mikey yelled, pointing the go-pro to the floors of scattered pictures, the blanket still in his other hand.

James knelt down, sifting through the photos. He pulled out an A4 size envelope buried under the pile, opening it and peeking inside. He pulled the pile out and said, “Oh, it's letters.” James put it on the table, spreading it out, “It's not in English. But it looks like it's addressed to someone called,” James said your name, so you look up with a raised brow.

Mikey and Will flipped through the photos on the floor, eyes widening at each one. Childhood pictures, family gatherings, birthday celebrations. They recognised you in some photos, your younger self beaming with joy.

Will holds up a picture of you beaming, holding the blanket in the luggage with a peace sign to the camera, “Hey, isn't that you?”

They all looked up at you, but you didn’t react. Everything went still. 

You walked up to the floor with the scattered pictures, your hand trembled as you reached out to touch the photos, the reality sinking in. You knelt down, your heart pounding. It was your childhood pictures, the one you thought had been lost forever. The letters — they were from your grandparents, letters you never received. This was your luggage. Somehow, it had found its way here, to the last place you ever expected to see it again.

“What are the odds?” you whispered, your voice trembling. Your eyes filled with tears, you pick one up of the five of you, and stood up, needing a moment to compose yourself. “Excuse me for a minute.” And head out the door. 

You stumbled out of the building in the back, tears streaming down your face. You clutched the photo to your chest. You remembered this photo, taken on your fifth birthday. You remember the joy on your parents face, their laughter. You remember your grandparents, their warm hugs, their gentle voices.

You slid down against the wall, burying your face in your hands. You startle when you feel a warm hand on your shoulder, you look up. It’s Will.

He looks concerned. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks softly.

You manage a weak smile, shaking your head. “I just…” you trail off, unable to find the words.

Will doesn't press you. He sits down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, his thumb rubbed circles around the top of your shoulder, remaining silent, simply offering his presence. You take a deep breath, the sobs subsiding slightly.

“It's just…” you begin, your voice thick with emotion, “I thought I'd lost these forever. I already forgot what they sound like, I was worried I’d forget what they look like.”

Will nods understandingly. “I can imagine.”

You look at him through blurry eyes, eternally grateful for this coincidence. It would have never been given back to you if Will had never decided to do this video. You tell him about losing the luggage, about the grief and the memories, about the letters you never received, the love you never got to fully show.

When you finally finish, a comfortable silence settles between you. Will doesn't say anything, but his hand remains on your shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort. You look at him, a small smile gracing your lips. “Thank you.” you say, your voice soft.

Will smiles back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Anytime.”

You wipe your eyes, “Go back in,” you pat his knee, “I’ll stay out a bit more.” 

Will hesitated, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?"

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yea, I think I need a few more minutes here."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on your face. "Okay. But don't be too long, you’ll get cold." He got up off the floor, and as he did, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. 

You blinked, surprised by his gesture. He just smiled, eyes soft, before turning and heading back inside. You watched him go, his figure disappearing back into the building. You touched your forehead, a blush creeping up your neck.

You took a deep breath, the fresh air doing wonders to clear your head. You looked at the photo in your hand, staring at it blankly.

You spent the next few minutes simply sitting there, the photo clutched in your hand. You thought about your grandparents, about the love they had shown you, the love that still lingered in these faded photographs and the faded ink of the letters. You thought about Will, his kindness, his unexpected gentleness, and the soft kiss that still lingered on your forehead.

What do we think? Do you see bits where I can improve? Also, this is the first time that I've really written dialouge, I'm not sure if it was realistic to the persons? 🤔

Also, I did end up loosing pictures of my grandparents... so this hit hard, I wish it went something like this.