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⥠Ęâ welcome to the end of the world! (please leave your sanity at the door.)
đđ đđđđđ . . . four friends: nick, matt, chris, and youâfind themselves stuck together at the end of the world, trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with nothing but their wits, a questionable supply of snacks, and zero emotional maturity. youâre just trying to stay alive without losing your mindâor falling for someone on the team.
đđđđđđđđ . . . violenceee, use of guns & other weapons, matt shooting people, physical fighting, jumping of buildingssss uhhhh cursing, mentions of blood.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: SECRET BUNKERS
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the air is still, unnaturally still. like even the wind knows whatâs coming. below, the strangers donât flinch when you challenge them. they just smile. calm. calculated. âwe were hoping youâd say that,â their leader calls back. and then, they move. two of them peel off left and right, circling, flanking. the others raise weapons, but not at you. at the towerâs support beams. âshit!â matt grabs your arm, pulling you away from the edge. âtheyâre gonna bring it down!â chris yells, âprotect the kid!â already diving to shield lana
âeveryone grab something and hold on!â nick shouts. the first shot hits, wood splinters. the tower groans beneath you like itâs alive and in pain. you drop beside matt, one hand bracing against the floor, the other gripping your gun like itâs the only thing keeping you tethered to earth. âtheyâre trying to trap us in here,â nick growls, shoving ammo into the rifle. âwait âtil they move in closer. we fire on my mark.â matt looks at you. not panicked, focused. âyou ready?â you nod, heart hammering. âwith you? always.â
âgross,â nick mutters, even as he lines up a shot. âif we die, iâm haunting you both.â more bullets. more wood cracking. the support beams wonât last much longer. you hear footsteps below. theyâre coming up. mattâs voice cuts through the chaos. ânow!â you all move in sync, one perfect, chaotic heartbeat. shots ring out. one of the raiders drops. then another.
you catch movement on the stairs, someone climbing fast. âmatt!â you shout, pointing. he doesnât hesitate. fires once. a body falls back with a sickening thud. but another oneâs right behind him, and suddenly theyâre inside, everything turns to screaming and blood and chaos.
you wrestle with a man twice your size, barely holding your own as he slams you into the wall. you feel the breath punch out of your lungs, your grip loosensâ
âget away from her!â matt snarls, slamming the butt of his rifle into the guyâs skull. he crumples. you fall to your knees, dazed. mattâs there instantly. âyou okay? talk to me.â you manage a breath. a nod. âiâm good.â
ânever do that again.â
âwasnât planning on it,â you wheeze. another blast hits the tower. it lurches violently, wooden beams snapping below. âwe have to get down!â chris shouts.
âjump into the trees!â nick says. âtheyâll break our fall!â
âor break our spines,â chris snaps. âeither way, fun!â
lana tugs on your sleeve, holding something up. the key. small. silver. covered in grime.
âi know where it goes,â she says quietly. âi can take you. but we have to leave now.â the tower groans again. this is it. one more hit and youâll all go down with it. matt grabs your hand, breathless. âwe jump on three.â you squeeze his fingers.
âthree,â he says.
âtwoâŠâ
you look at everyone. your found family.
âone.â
you all leap.
the world flips.
branches slap past your face. pain blooms sharp and fast across your back as you crash through leaves, slam into bark, land hard.beverything spins. but youâre alive.
you gasp, roll over, matt lands beside you with a grunt, grabs your shoulders. âare you okay?!â
âyeah,â you croak, âi thinkââ but before you can finish, gunfire erupts again. theyâre still coming. the group scatters into the woods, dodging bullets, ducking between trees. lana leads the way, fast, determined. her fearâs gone, replaced by something fierce. matt sticks to your side, always. covering you. trusting you.
âyou sure she knows where sheâs going?â nick pants behind you. âi trust her,â you say. âsheâs survived this long, hasnât she?â matt glances back, eyes sharp. âkeep moving. theyâre gaining.â
you break through a clearing, and there it is. a bunker. half-buried in the earth, hidden under ivy and rot.
lana runs to the door, jams the key into the lock. turns it.
click.
the door creaks open, rusted, heavy. you all pile inside, pulling the door shut just as the first raider breaks through the tree line. darkness.
then, soft lights flicker to life.
a hallway. clean. dry. stocked. you all stare, breathing hard.
âholy shit,â chris mutters. âitâs real.â matt turns to you. thereâs blood on his cheek. your blood, maybe. or his. you donât care. he cups your face again, forehead pressed to yours. âwe made it.â you nod, breath shaking. âbarely.â
âstill counts.â
he kisses you like itâs the last thing holding him together. and maybe it is. maybe itâs the only thing holding you together, too. because you donât know whatâs waiting inside, but you know whoâs with you, and maybe thatâs enough.
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đ: last chapter + epilogue soon <3
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Cold Brew and Hot Takes
An enemies to lovers WillNE fic. 3077 words.
The bell above the coffee shop door jingled, almost too cheerful for the energy that followed it. As usual, he walked in like he owned the place.
âMorning,â he said, dragging out the word in that deep Geordie accent that had somehow become synonymous with smugness to everyone behind the counter.
She didnât look up. Not yet. She needed a second to prepare herself, and then;
âIâll have an iced coffee,â WillNE announced, already taking out his card before she could even blink.
âNo please? Shocking,â she muttered under her breath, glancing at the screen as she punched it in.
He heard it. He always did.
âIâd say sorry, but it wouldnât be very me, would it?â he said, flashing a grin that made two of her colleagues giggle behind the pastry case. Traitors she thought as she tried to avoid eye contact with him at all costs and set about to make his drink.
Undeterred Will leaned casually against the counter, watching as she filled a cup with ice and coffee. âYâknow, if I werenât loyal to this place, Iâd start my own chain. Probably call it, like, Willâs Brews or something. Iâd make a fortune. Could probably do it better.â
She shot him a look. âYou said that yesterday.â
âI say a lot of things,â he shrugged. âLike how I could make a viral video out of just walking in here and annoying you.â
She handed over the iced coffee without a word, but with the kind of passive-aggressive smile that could kill a man if it came with a straw. He took the drink and sauntered to a corner table, pulling out a laptop covered in Quadrant and YouTube stickers. Always on brand. Always visible.
âIs that him again?â Lia whispered to her once he was out of earshot.
âOf course it is,â she muttered. âMr. I-Invented-Caffeine. If he says âI could do it betterâ one more time, Iâm going to tip espresso over his MacBook.â
âCareful,â their manager joked. âHeâs technically a loyal customer. Comes in almost every day.â
âYeah, like a cocky ghost that just haunts me at this point.â
Despite herself, she glanced over. Will was already sipping the iced coffee like it had wronged him. He pulled a face.
âNeeds more syrup!â he shouted across the room.
âMake your own!â she snapped, and heard Lia try (and fail) to suppress a laugh.
The weirdest part wasnât how often he came in; it was how often he stayed.
Sometimes, Will would grab the iced coffee and vanish within minutes, probably off to shoot a video or go shout at someone on a podcast. Sometimes he came in with his friend âJimâ she had heard him be called but often he was alone. But more and more lately, he lingered. Laptop open, AirPods in, tapping away at some document or spreadsheet that screamed fake productivity.
And on those days, when the shop was slow, she ended up talking to her co-workers about things. Life. Her friends. Her ridiculous family. And sometimes⊠her ex.
âI just let it go on for too long,â sheâd said one afternoon, while frothing milk. âHeâd nitpick everything. Who I texted, what I wore, if I wanted to go out with friends. And the worst part is, I knew. I knew he was controlling. I just⊠I let it happen.â
Will didnât look up from his laptop, but he had paused typing.
âAnd then one day, I just snapped. Threw his crap out, blocked his number. Never felt lighter.â
Lia had said something supportive, and they moved on. But Will didnât type again for a good ten minutes after that, when she glanced over it his table was sitting there staring out the window while stirring his drink.
It was another Tuesday same as any other really, the group of old women had came in at opening for their tea and cake before their community centre exercise lesson, older kids had come in for their sugar syrup concoctions or hot chocolates and the commuter rush had them off their feet for a while but that was over now it was nine thirty.
Will walked in, sunglasses on indoors like the walking red flag she insisted he was. She braced herself.
âIced coffee,â he said. âAnd tell Lia she still makes it better than you.â
âSheâs off today,â she replied, already grinding beans. âYouâre stuck with me.â
âShame. Guess Iâll just power through.â
He stayed again that day. Stayed and listened to her talk to the manager about how sheâd gone on a Hinge date that was âso catastrophically bad it almost made her miss her ex.â
âNot quite,â sheâd added. âBut close.â
It was a grey Thursday, drizzly and dull. Will was there typing something or pretending to, when the front door opened and he walked in.
Her stomach dropped.
Tall, broad, leather jacket. That same patronizing smirk that had made her skin crawl in the final months. Her ex. How did he even find out she was working here?
He looked around the shop until he spotted her, then strode up to the counter.
âDidnât answer my texts,â he said. No hello no pleasantries.
Her spine straightened. âThatâs because I blocked you.â
âThen unblock me. We need to talk.â
âI donât think we do.â
He leaned closer, voice lower now, sharper. âDonât be like this. You know this thing between us; itâs not over. Youâre just in a phase.â
A phase. Like she was a teenage rebellion, like she didnât know her own mind. She knew the signs now he was trying to get under her skin, trying to manipulate her.
âBack off,â she said, louder than she meant to.
Customers were starting to look. Will had stood up.
âI donât want to cause a scene,â her ex said, raising both hands in mock surrender. âI just think youâre making a mistake. We both know you canât cope without me.â
âAnd I think you should leave,â she said, her voice shaking now, but not with fear. With anger.
âOr what?â he challenged.
Then Will was there. She hadnât even seen him move. One second he was at the back, the next he was between her and the ex.
âShe said to back off,â Will said, arms folded, voice calm but firm.
Her ex sized him up. âWho the hell are you?â
âSomeone with ears. And zero tolerance for creeps who donât understand boundaries.â
âMate, this is none of your businessââ
Will stepped forward. âIt is when you walk in here and start harassing someone. She doesnât owe you a conversation. She doesnât owe you anything. You lost your chance. So maybe walk away before you embarrass yourself further.â
A tense pause.
Her ex scoffed, but the bravado cracked just slightly. âWhatever,â he muttered. âI was just trying to be civil.â
And then he left, the door slamming behind him hard enough to make the bell clang.
Silence fell.
Will turned to her. âYou okay?â
She nodded, eyes wide. âYeah. I⊠thanks.â
âNo worries,â he said, scratching the back of his neck like it had just hit him that everyone was watching.
She blinked. âI mean it. That couldâve gone badly.â
âWell,â Will smirked, âwhat can I say? I might be a pain in the arse, but I donât like bullies.â
She let out a small laugh, the tension finally beginning to melt from her shoulders.
âMaybe youâre not a complete egomaniac.â
âCareful,â he said, stepping back with a grin. âYou say enough nice things, I might think weâre friends.â
She rolled her eyes, but something in her chest had shifted. For the first time, she wasnât looking at WillNE and seeing arrogance or antics or an overconfident YouTuber with a caffeine problem.
She saw someone whoâd actually heard her. Someone whoâd stepped up.
And that was new.
It was later on in that day and the adrenaline had long worn off, replaced with a bone-deep tiredness as the sky outside slipped from grey to black. The afternoon rush had died down, and it was closing time, the bell dinged again
âSorry weâre just about to cloâŠâ she started but smiled a little on seeing Will.
âI know, I was just about to go home but wanted to check in and see how you were doing?â. That was how it started, we watched her clean initially as she tried to convince him she was fine Will then ended up drying mugs, of all things.
âYâknow,â he said, holding one up to the light like it was a precious artifact, âthis is dangerously close to real work.â
She raised a brow, sweeping crumbs from the counter. âDidnât think you were the type to help close up.â
âIâm not,â he admitted, âbut figured since I stepped into someone elseâs argument like some low-rent superhero, I might as well follow through.â
She gave him a smirk. âLow-rentâs accurate.â
He let out a laughâloud, genuine, startled. It was the kind of laugh that made her feel slightly proud for pulling it out of him.
They cleaned in a quiet rhythm for a few minutes, the silence companionable for the first time.
Then, Will glanced over. âCan I ask you something, though? Not like... nosey. Proper question.â
âShoot.â
âIâve been thinking about starting a coffee brand. Been talking with James, you know the massive tall guy Iâm sometimes with about it for months. No name yet weâre currently in the research phase.â
She shook her head, amused. âSo⊠whatâs the plan? Just slap your face on a bag of beans and go?â
âThat was option one, yeah,â he deadpanned. âItâs going to be iced coffee of course but more coffee shop standard but at home. I started thinking, I come in here nearly every day. I see peopleâs orders, see how they act. Thereâs patterns. And I thought⊠you probably know all that stuff better than I ever could. The psychology of coffee drinkers or whatever.â
She gave him a long, slightly surprised look.
âThatâs⊠actually kind of thoughtful.â
He put a hand to his chest. âPlease donât ruin my reputation.â
She laughed. âAlright, wellâokay. There are patterns. Not wanting to stereotype at all but some things are mostly true, younger people love their syrups and flavours. Out of the alternatives oat makes the best coffee. Tea people are tea people and can never be converted,â
Will cracked up again.
âAnd,â she continued, now warming to it, âAmericano drinkers are either in finance, in therapy, or need to be. You can tell a lot from someoneâs drink. Especially how they treat you while ordering it.â
Will looked oddly thoughtful. âThat's⊠kinda brilliant.â
She shrugged, a little bashful. âItâs just stuff you notice when you make a thousand drinks a week.â
âNo, seriously,â he said. âYou talk about it like an actual craft. Like itâs not just... pouring things into cups.â
âWell,â she said, quieter now, âitâs kind of the only thing I had to rebuild with.â
He looked at her thenânot with that cocky spark he usually had, but with genuine interest.
âI was doing art full-time,â she explained. âIllustration. Freelance gigs, murals. But my ex didnât exactly encourage that. Said it wasnât stable, and we couldnât have two people with unstable careers. So I gave it up.â
Will was silent.
âAnd when I left him, I had nothing. No savings, no place to live. Started over. Took the first job I could get. It was this place.â
âDamn,â Will said softly. âThatâs heavy.â
She gave a small smile. âItâs better now. Slowly getting back into it. Sketched a bit again last month. Felt like remembering a part of me I forgot.â
He paused. âWould you ever want to do something with it again? Like, fully?â
âGod, yeah,â she admitted, laughing. âIf I could afford it. If I had the time. If I had the confidence again.â
He nodded slowly, then, in a voice that surprised her with its seriousness: âWhat if you did something for me?â
She blinked. âWait, seriously?â
âYeah,â he said, setting a mug down carefully. âWe need a logo, a website. Something bold and weird. But like⊠cool weird. Not too weird and off the wall.â
She snorted. âYouâre terrible at selling yourself.â
âYeah, but Iâm great at selling other people,â he said, grinning. âIâll pay you properly, obviously. Could even plug your work in the promo. Get you commissions again.â
She was quiet for a long beat. ââŠThatâs actually really kind of you.â
He shrugged, like it was nothing. âYouâre talented. And you havenât called me a âwalking ego problemâ once tonight. Growth.â
She laughed, warm and surprised. âGive it time.â
The next morning, he came in like always.
But instead of barking âiced coffeeâ like it was a military command, he gave her a lopsided smile and said, âMorning. Iâll get the usual, please.â
She blinked.
âWow. A please? Did you hit your head on the way in?â
âShh,â Will whispered. âDonât let the others know. They expect a certain level of cheek.â
She handed him the iced coffee. âYouâre evolving. Like a caffeinated PokĂ©mon.â
He chuckled, stepping aside. âAlso, Iâve got a mood board I wanna show you. For the coffee packaging.â
Her eyes widened. âAlready?â
âWhat can I say? Iâm a man of impulsive brilliance.â
She rolled her eyes, but couldnât stop the smile tugging at her lips.
Over the next few weeks, the vibe between them changed.
Heâd bring her snacks sometimes. Theyâd swap memes and jokes and she made his drink. She started showing him sketches during her breaks, and heâd give brutally honest but helpful feedback. (âThis oneâs sick.â âThat one looks great but not really what weâre looking for.â) She appreciated his honesty.
And one quiet afternoon, she caught herself watching him laugh with Lia and thought: Maybe heâs not so bad.
Maybe, in fact, he was something else entirely.
It had rained that morning London rain, soft and annoying and everywhere, the fine rain that soaked you through. She was wiping off the counter near the window when Will came in. Hood up, trainers soaked, coffee order already on his lips.
But instead of the usual cheeky grin, he looked⊠drained.
âMorning,â he said, his voice lower than usual. âCan I just⊠get something warm today?â
She blinked. âWhat, no iced coffee? Who are you and whatâve you done with my most irritating regular?â
That earned the faintest smirk. âI know. The drama.â
She started on a flat white. âYou alright?â
He scratched the back of his neck, still dripping a bit. âDidnât sleep.â
She paused, glanced at him. Something wasnât right.
He slid onto the stool at the end of the counter as she passed him the coffee.
âI had this shoot last night,â he started, âfor some mates content. Long, late, lots of lights, mates kept talking about how Iâve changed.â
She furrowed her brow. âWhat does that even mean?â
He shrugged. âDunno. But it got in my head.â
A quiet settled between them, the usual noise of the shop feeling distant.
âI think,â he said slowly, fingers tracing the rim of the cup, âIâve been a bit depressed lately, I was seeing this girl for five years we broke up, no big drama just grew apart and I think I isolated myself a little. My mates kept banging on about how I kept bringing the mood down all the time, I donât think I realised just how sad and lonely I became.
She stayed silent. Let him talk.
âAnd lately⊠I dunno. Iâve been wondering if I actually like who I am off camera. Or if Iâve spent so long turning everything into a bit that I forgot how to just⊠exist. Be normal. Whatever that is. Maybe just a bit of an indentity crisis I guess, happens to content creators a lot.â
He laughed, bitterly. âListen to me. Getting all weirdly philosophical in a coffee shop like some divorced poet.â
She gave him a soft look. âYouâre not weird. Youâre just being honest.â
âDangerous game,â he muttered, looking out the rain-smeared window. âEspecially in front of you. You used to want to poison my coffee.â
âStill do sometimes,â she teased, and he laughed, more genuinely this time.
âI thinkâŠâ she said after a moment, âyouâre allowed to outgrow who people think you are. Especially if that person was always performing for someone elseâs expectations.â
He looked over at her, something softer in his eyes now. âThat your therapist voice?â
âNo,â she said, suddenly bashful. âThatâs just⊠me. Trying to make sense of stuff too.â
They stayed there for a while.
Later that week, he came in after closing.
âGot you a thank-you gift,â he announced, holding up a bottle of wine and a bag of tortilla chips.
âClassy,â she said, amused.
âI contain multitudes,â he replied, grinning.
They sat on the counter, lights dimmed, wine in mismatched mugs. She kicked off her shoes. He shed his coat.
They talked. Really talked.
About pressure, about art, about how her ex once threw out a sketchbook because he said it was âa waste of energy.â Will swore under his breath and handed her the chips like they were a prize for surviving it.
About Willâs first viral video and how for years, he wondered if that version of himâthe loud, sarcastic, shouty guyâwas the only thing people wanted.
âYouâre different when itâs just us,â she said, eyes on the way he swirled his wine without realizing.
âYeah?â he asked. âBetter or worse?â
âReal,â she said simply. âI like it.â
He looked at her then, eyes steady and searching.
âYou know,â he murmured, âyouâve got this way of seeing straight through people. Kind of terrifying.â
âYou hide it well. Most people donât notice.â
âI do,â he said. Quiet. Almost reverent.
The silence bloomed between them againâbut this time, it wasnât awkward.
It was electric.
When he kissed her, it was hesitant at first. Like he was checking she wouldnât flinch or bolt or make a joke. But she didnât. She leaned in, let it happen. Let it deepen.
When they pulled away, neither of them said anything for a few seconds.
Then Will whispered, âYou still gonna call me a walking ego tomorrow?â
She smiled. âOh, absolutely. Maybe more now.â
He laughed and rested his forehead against hers.
Outside, the city moved. Inside, for once, they didnât.
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okay to be completely honest I actually do enjoy that I keep pissing off đđđđđđđ stans to an extent. it provides a small dose of external validation. obviously people loving me is best, but people hating me enough to rant at me and literally just make stuff up about me shows that I actually matter to them, they care about my opinion enough to need to tell me I'm wrong and attack me for it. it's not indifferent scrolling past, I Matter enough to be worth beefing with.
deadass the only thing that actually really upset me was when that person implied I didn't ship đđđđđđđđđđ because I think Leon is straight and only ship đđđđ because ewwwwww đ€ź almost all hate fuels me, but apparently accusing me of thinking Leon S. Kennedy is straight is my line in the sand that can't be crossed and will legitimately piss me off instead of just making me laugh and feel smug that someone cares enough about me to pick a fight
#shout-out to my father for deciding that his best possible plan whenever he felt like dragging us to family court was to attack my mom by#shitting all over me. like his main arguments were always shit like heather misses too much school she won't be able to handle college and#jobs that she can't just miss all the time. heather doesn't have any friends. heather wants to be a journalist and her mom supports that but#she's not good enough to make it into a career and needs someone to tell her that. heather wants to be a mortician but she doesn't have the#social skills to deal with grieving families and needs someone to be realistic with tell her to pick a different job. heather is completely#failing at life in every possible way and it's all because of her mom's parenting so if you don't give me full custody now she'll be a#failure and never get anywhere in life and be a drain on society#and like i knew he was full of shit bc he barely knew anything abt me and most stuff he said was objectively untrue. however if you hear#something repeated often enough unfortunately it will be internalized and kept somewhere in the back of your brain forever even if you know#it isn't true at all :) i am a classic case of daddy issues making me desperate for any scraps of external validation bc i never got it from#him at all so here i am flailing on tumblr trying to fill the void. and yeah i guess he was right bc i am in the neet life contributing#absolutely nothing to society or even my household really lol
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So you found a dead body in the woods
The worst thing you've worried about, going on hikes, happens. This happens often, in the grand scheme of things. It's always joggers and dogwalkers and hikers. My unlucky day came on October 24, 2022.
So what do you do when you find a dead body?
Look in the other direction and take a breath. Panic wont help you or them.
If you are comfortable, approach them and try to help. If not, it's okay. I was unwilling to approach (they looked real dead) and my 911 operator was 100% totally supportive and okay with that.
Walk a little ways away. There is no reason why you need to keep staring at them. It's okay. Seeing a dead person is really wack!
When you've caught your breath, call 911. My first thought was "Oh god, I don't want to talk to cops." and, good news, it's not cops! 911 responders are different people. They are trained to talk to you, to reassure you, and to help you. They are there for you. They understand you are freaking out. They are kind and patient.
Your new buddy, the 911 person, will help you figure out where you are, exactly. They have access to your location via cell-tower and GPS, but if, like me, you were off-trail (oops), they might need your help navigating to you. I offered to also send a photo, and he provided an email, which he received immediately. I deleted the photo I took right away.
Hang out on the phone with your dispatch friend. They're going to want to keep in touch with you as the paramedics approach. Are you freaking out by chattering too much? Are you freaking out by being dead silent? Both are okay! Apparently, my panic response is to become Super Midwestern Chatty. I was able to make him laugh, which I count as a win.
Holler to the paramedics. My paramedics came deep into the ravine-filled woods, about six men, steering a rolling bed thing. We shouted at each other until they made it to the body. It would have been funny, watching them fumble along, if it wasn't so serious.
Get out of there! The paramedics don't need anything from you. They're busy doing their job. They shooed me back to the trail and to the parking lot. I didn't have to go anywhere near the body.
Meet cops in the parking lot. In my situation, the cops didn't want anything from me. They were just picking their noses in the parking lot while the paramedics did the real work. The cops said thanks for helping, while covering their bodycams, because they're pigs.
Go eat donuts. Christ, that was a lot. Let yourself comedown and get some sugar to kickstart your system.
Feel good that you gave a family closure. Yeah, that sucked. Yeah, your therapist is going to hear about this. Yeah, next time you come to this location, you're going to need a friend with you. But you did the right thing. You'll never know their family, but know that you gave them closure.
#tw death#cleaning twitter and this came up#its good to think about this now so you're not a blank slate when this happens to you#the donuts are an important part
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was at an event that is heavily drinking related today and since I canât drink this is the convo I had with my friends lol



#mylife#Alcohol#not to sound like an alcoholic but if you go to an event where everyone is drinking and the main purpose is to drink#And people often say you havenât done the event right if you arenât plastered also people are offering you alcohol like one after another#Like if all that happens (and you happen to enjoy drinking) thatâs going to suck#Like you are also going to want a drink#I didnât tho bc chances of âsevere liver damageâ đđ and my methotrexate is the opp#But like yeah shout out to my friend that was a supporter in this trying time đ#Like one girl is super against alch now and like good for you bae but I canât drink for medical reasons and I think itâs understandable to#Be a bit sad about that lol; like Iâve been looking forward to this thing for like 2 years and having to be sober for it is lame!#gc shenanigans#anyways just thought the chats were funny#âWinners state of mindâ#âThey donât want her to be too powerfulâ
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⥠kook!sweetheart!reader walks her first runway for her own lingerie brand, and of course rafe has to have a front row seat.
warnings: rafe being a supportive bf, suggestive ending
a/n: trying a new fic layout, i hope you all like it as much as i do <3 lol i had the hardest time trying to decide on the song i wanted to use for this fic
you couldnât believe the day was finally here. ever since you started your lingerie line, you wanted to have a runway show to showcase the beautiful pieces, and all thanks to rafe, he was able to make that possible. while your boyfriend insisted on being backstage with you, you told him to wait until you walked out for the finale, wanting to surprise him in full glam and a set you have yet to release. to say you were excited would be an understatementâ you were literally having your very own victoria secret show.
with fashion bloggers, magazine editors, and most importantly; rafe, the man who believed in you more than yourself, being in attendance, you just wanted everything to take place smoothly. âoh my god, you look amazing!â you glanced up from the small vanity mirror, meeting kelceâs girlfriendâs gaze. âme?!â your eyes widened as you shot up from your seat. âlook at you! kelce is going to lose his mind.â you laughed, admiring the way her makeup sparkled under the studio lights.
âyou think so?â she smiled, both of you swallowing nervously when you heard a âokay, weâre on in five!â over one of the staffâs walkie talkieâs. âoh, god, just what i needed to hear.â you joked. she hugged you before joining the rest of the girls in line. outside in the crowd, rafe was already taking pictures like a proud facebook mom, shushing kelce and topper once the lights dimmed and the music started. the intro to britney spearâs âgimme moreâ began playing, the crowd letting out a series of âooohâsâ and âahhhâsâ when the first model walked out.
rafe was only recording for your sake, his eyes strictly set on his hands as he patiently waited for your entrance. everything that the models were wearing was something he had already seen on you behind closed doors. rafe couldnât help but feel his chest bloom with pride as he looked around the beautiful venue. despite him paying for everything, you were the one who worked with the planner and coordinator to bring your vision to life.
and what a vision it was.
you had spotlights lining the runway, glitter littering the glossy flooring. various props were also placed on the sidelines. âlook, here comes y/n!â rafe arched a brow at his friend, kelce clearing his throat awkwardly. âdonât get too excited, now..â rafe grumbled, eyes locked on your silhouette. the music reached itâs final bridge, your lingerie clad body illuminating the stage. rafe had no words. you were wearing wings like the angel you truly were, the rhinestones and embellishments on your set reflecting under the now multicolored lighting.
âyouâre beautiful, babygirl!â rafe shouted, his eyes widening as you got closer. you looked ethereal. not one hair was out of place, your makeup done flawlessly to enhance your natural features. you caught sight of him, sending a wink his way before blowing him a kiss. âsheâs getting it tonight.â he held a hand over his heart, watching the way your hips swayed as cameras flashed from every direction. rafe stayed standing up until you disappeared behind the stage, his smile reaching from ear to ear.
ânow thatâs a show..â he adjusted himself in his pants, posting you on his instagram with the caption; âsheâs perfect.â
eventually, the event came to a star strucking end, your boyfriend meeting you soon after with a huge bouquet of pink roses. you couldnât help the sudden wave of emotions from washing over you at the sight of him. âoh, rafe!â you threw yourself into his arms, being careful not to ruin your makeup. âyou were so amazing out there, baby.â he rubbed your back. âyeah?â you pulled away, pecking his lips. âfuck yeah.â his voice dropped a few octaves, his hand finding the curve of your ass. âcan you take those angel wings home?â he whispered.
âyes.. why?â you smiled mischievously. âcause i need you to walk for me again. naked this time.â
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Slow Motion
pairing: Frankie Morales x f! reader
tags: dual POV, slow burn, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, yearning, angst, all of it, longing, best friend! Frankie, feelings denial, soft! Frankie, everyone knows before they do, Santi and Benny are support actors in this, only allusions to smut with this one, the girlfriend is not the villain, idiots in love, kissing
summary: Best friends. Always there, never quite enough. He broke your heart without ever knowing he held itâuntil everything fell apart, and the only person he wanted was the one he pushed away.
word count: ~ 8k
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You and Francisco Morales had been you and him for as long as anyone could remember. Not in the romantic, hand-holding, Sunday brunch kind of wayâbut in that soul-deep, private-joke, finish-each-otherâs-sentences kind of way. Inseparable. A pair that moved through life side by side, facing every challenge together like you were built for it.
He was your person. You were his constant. Youâd both sucked at love, made terrible choices, fallen for the wrong people, gotten burned, and picked each other up off the floor more times than you wanted to count. And somewhere along the way, youâd decided Frankie just needed a little push.
So you pushed.
Blind dates, setups, meet-cutes at your yoga classâyou threw him at every semi-decent woman within a 15-mile radius like some emotionally-invested Cupid. And he let you, mostly because saying no meant watching that bright-eyed hope in you fade. And he couldnât stomach that.
But tonight?
Tonight, you could tell, something had changed.
You pulled up to the curb outside the sad little Italian place youâd sent him to, elbow resting on the open window. âHey, hot stuff. You survived?â
Frankie didnât answer right away. He opened the door, flopped into the passenger seat like someone returning from battle, and just sat there, staring out at the glowing neon of the restaurant behind him.
You laughed, trying to lighten the mood. âThat bad?â
He didnât answer. Just kept staring straight ahead, jaw tight.
âOkay,â you said slowly. âWas it the weird laugh again? Or did she talk about astrology like it was a PhD?â
Frankie exhaled hard through his nose. âCan we not do this tonight?â
Your smile faltered. âIâm just asking, Frankie. Youâre the one who said you wanted to meet someone.â
âNo,â he snapped, turning toward you, his voice sharp. âYouâre the one who decided I should meet someone.â
You blinked. âOkay... whatâs your problem?â
âMy problem is Iâm exhausted,â he said, his voice heavy. âTired of these setups. Tired of pretending. Tired of you pushing me into dates I never asked for.â
You sat up straighter, your frustration rising. âExcuse me? You agreed to them. I never forced you.â
âYeah? Because every time I say no, you look at me like Iâm broken. Like youâre trying to fix me.âÂ
Your heart twisted, his words landing on your chest. âMaybe I am trying to fix you, Frankie,â you fired back. âYouâve been stuck for yearsâhalf-living, half-dating, half-everything. You donât even try. Iâm the only one whoâs been in your corner this whole time, and youâre making me out to be the bad guy?â
He let out a bitter laugh. âYou donât get it.â
âNo, I donât!â you shouted, anger flooding through you like molton. âYouâre mad at me for caring? For trying to help? What is this really about?â
Frankie didnât respond, instead clenching his jaw and gripping his thighs like he was holding back something too big to say.
âSay something!â you demanded, your voice cracking with the weight of everything that had built up between you.Â
He finally turned to you, eyes blazing. âYou want to help? Stop trying to build me a life with someone else when you donât even know what the hell youâre taking from me.â
And then Silence. Thick, stunned silence.
You stared at him, your throat tight, heart pounding like it may jump out of your chest. âWhat does that mean?â
He shook his head, suddenly looking like he regretted everything. âNothing. Forget it.â
âNo, you donât get to say something like that and then shut down,â you snapped, your voice trembling now. âWhy are you acting like Iâve betrayed you? Why are you looking at me like I did something wrong?â
âBecause you did,â he said, voice softer now, but still laced with fatigue. âAnd you donât even see it.â
You looked at himâreally lookedâand felt something twist in your chest. A rift you couldnât name but felt in every part of you, ugly and all consuming.
âI donât understand,â you whispered, more vulnerable than you meant to be.
Frankie stared at the windshield, his face tense. âYeah,â he muttered, his voice low and resigned. âYou never do.â
You wanted to scream. Or cry. Or rewind everything to five minutes ago when it was still just you and him. But instead, you turned the key in the ignition and said nothing in return.
And for the first time since youâre hovering in each otherâs orbit, the silence between you wasnât comfortable.
It was unbearable.
Frankie didnât sleep that night.
He sat on his couch in the dark, the TV on mute, some old movie flickering across the screen while the same sentence looped in his head: "You donât even know what youâre taking from me."
God. Heâd said it. Almost said everything. Too muchâbut not enough.
He dropped his head back against the couch, eyes stinging. The fight had cracked something wide open, and now he couldnât shove it back inside. it broke free and was hovering just nearby like a giant shadow of something even bigger than both of you.
This wasnât how it was supposed to go.
You never fought. Ever. You bickered, teased, got under each otherâs skin, but you were a constant in each otherâs lives. You knew when to push and when to pull back. You always knew.
Until now.
Now you were probably sitting in your apartment, running the argument over in your head the same way he was, wondering what the hell just happenedâwondering why he was the one suddenly flipping the board when youâd only been trying to help.
He stood up and started pacing restlessly.
You didnât deserve that. Heâd lashed out like youâd hurt him on purpose, like it wasnât killing you too, watching him drag himself through one failed connection after another. You were trying to give him something he couldnât reach for. Because it wasnât there.
Not in those other people. Only in you.
And he was such an ass to you, you. The only person in his life that kept up with all his bullshit and by some miracle didnât leave.
Frankie grabbed his keys twice that night. Almost left. Almost showed up at your door to apologize, to explainâbut what would he even say? âHey, Iâm sorry I lost it. Turns out Iâm in love with you and watching you help me find someone else feels like dying."Yeah, No.
Instead, he stayed up until morning, slumped in his hoodie on the back steps of his building, smoking a cigarette he didnât even want, tasting as bitter as the words he told you on his tongue and watched the sky change color. For the first time since youâd become friends, he didnât know how to come back from this.
Didnât know if there was a way back.
The night stretched on like an endless tournamentâone exhausting round after another, only there was no prize at the end. Just pain. Like you were being tested for some higher purpose you couldnât quite grasp, and youâd failed without knowing why.
Heâd never been like this with you before. Sure, Frankie had a temper, always quick to boil over when something pissed him offâbut never at you. Never like that. And now, all you were left with was confusion and this dull, aching hurt in your chest.
All you ever wanted was for him to be happy.
He deserved that. Deserved someone who saw past the sharp edges, the emotional clutter, the history he carried like a second skin. Because despite all of itâdespite everythingâFrankie Morales was one of the last real gentlemen. A dying breed. Being around him was like witnessing an extinction in slow motion, only you had front-row seats and the last perfect example sitting right there in front of you.
Itâs not like the thought hadnât crossed your mindâshowing up to one of those dates and pretending to be his date instead. It had. More than once.
But every time, you chickened out. Too scared to ruin the one good thing in your life. The thing youâd somehow, miraculously, managed to hold onto.
The next morning, everything was too loud.
The clink of your coffee mug. The buzz of your phone. The way the silence in your apartment felt like it had grown teeth overnight.
You kept checking your messages like maybe heâd say something. A joke. A half-apology. Anything.
But nothing came.
Not even a stupid meme.
You stared at your phone, thumb hovering over his name. The little photo you took of him months ago still sat there in the corner of the screenâFrankie in his kitchen, shirt inside out, pretending to argue with a toaster. You remember thinking, this is it. This is what home feels like.
And now it just felt like youâd been locked out and someone tossed the keys.
You typed a message.
âHey. Are we okay?â
Deleted it.
Tried again.
âI didnât mean to push. I justâŠâ
Backspaced until the screen was empty again.
You tossed the phone onto the couch like it had personally offended youâthen immediately picked it back up. Paced the apartment. Whispered test messages under your breath like they were spells you could get right if you just said them enough times.
But eventually, something clawed its way up from inside you. Something sharp and tired and aching.
And you stopped overthinking. Stopped editing. Stopped protecting both of you from the truth that was already out there, bleeding between the cracks. Lingering.
You sank onto the edge of your bed now, change of scenery, thumb trembling slightly as you typed:
âFrankie, I donât know what happened to us last night. But I miss you.â
And this time, you hit send.
Then you sat there, phone in your lap, staring at the floor, leg nervously bouncing as you waited for a response.
You kept your phone on loud for days.
It never buzzed. Not once.
You told yourself it was fine. Frankie just needed time. You fought, and it hit hardâmaybe harder than either of you expected. Maybe he was licking his wounds. Maybe he didnât know what to say.
But Frankie always said something. Even when it was stupid. Even when it was sideways and barely made sense, he showed up. A meme, a photo, a âyou good?â that carried the weight of a whole conversation.
But this time? Nothing.
And it didnât just stingâit unraveled you.
The texts stopped. The late-night calls and with it the way you could feel him across town without a word. It was like he'd ghosted his own life, and you were collateral damage.
Until three weeks later, Santi said it like it wasnât a big deal.
You were helping him stack chairs after a backyard cookout, trying to pretend you werenât checking your phone every five seconds. And Santi, half-distracted, said:
âYou heard Frankieâs seeing someone, right?â
You blinked. Thought maybe you misheard him over the wind chimes or the clatter of metal legs.
âWhat?â
âYeah.â Santi shrugged. âSome girl he met at that dive bar on the 14th. Itâs new, but⊠he seems into it.â
You laughed. But it came out too sharp. Too forced. âSince when does Frankie get into anything that quickly?â
Santi paused, squinting at you, like he suddenly realized you hadnât known. That maybe heâd said too much.
âI just thoughtâheâs been MIA lately. Figured he told you.â
He hadnât, not a single word.
And suddenly it all made sense. The silence. The distance. Why he never answered your message. Why it felt like youâd been cut out without ceremony, like a chapter he just skipped over.
It wasnât like it was with you. You knew that. You felt that.
But it was something. Enough to pull him away. Enough to make him forget to look back.
And standing there with your hands clenched around a folding chair and your heart somewhere between your ribs and the dirt, you realized it: This was heartbreak.
Not the kind that happens when love endsâ The kind that happens when it almost begins, and then doesnât. Impending grief for a feeling, for a connection, for him.
You tried not to spiral after that.
Tried to be the cool, collected version of yourselfâthe one who let things roll off your back, who didnât let silence crawl under your skin and nest there. But the truth was uglier than that. It curled up in your stomach, sick and sour, and stayed there. A constant pain you just learned to shoulder.
You stopped texting. Stopped staring at your screen like maybe it was broken.
Heâd made his choice.
And you werenât part of it.
Still, when the group chat lit up about drinks at the bar on Friday, you didnât bail. Part of you wanted toâwanted to ghost the whole damn night and pretend you were busy or tired or just over it. But the other part, the louder one, needed to see. Needed proof that it wasnât just in your head. That the silence hadnât lied.
The bar was warm and loud and exactly the kind of place you used to end up in together, laughing over too many wings and trash-talking each other over darts. You walked in and found the usual suspectsâSanti, Benny, Willâclustered near the back corner table.
And then you saw him.
Frankie.
He was already there. Drink in hand. Hair a little neater than usual, no cap whatsoever and a button-down that wasnât flannel. Beside was a girl perched close. Too close.
You didnât recognize her. She wasnât beautiful in that cinematic way, but she had this softness about herâeasy to look at, easy to fall into, maybe. Her hand brushed his arm when she laughed. And Frankieâ
Frankie smiled.
Not the dumb, half-smirk he used to give you when he was being a pain in the ass. Not the tired, grateful grin that came with late-night takeout and long silences that didnât need filling. No. This smile was different. Smaller, careful. Like he was holding something back, but offering it anyway.
And thatâs when you knew.
He brought her.
To this.
To your table, your friends. The little circle that had always been you and him and everyone else orbiting around the mess you made of each other. You didnât walk over right away. You hovered by the bar too long, pretending to wait for your drink, pretending your heart wasnât jackhammering in your chest, pretending you hadnât just been sucker punched without warning.
When you finally made your way over, Santi gave you a lookâone part apology, two parts brace yourselfâand pulled out a chair for you to sit.
Frankieâs eyes met yours for half a second. Not a word. Not a smile. Just a blink, a shift in his jaw almost unrecognizable, and then he turned back to her.
That was it.
No hey. No you good? No flicker of the person who used to make space for you without even thinking.
And you sat there, surrounded by laughter and the hum of conversation, with the hollow roar of grief in your ears. Because now you knew what it looked likeâwhat it felt likeâwhen someone moved on and left you behind. Frankie hadnât just found someone new. Heâd brought her into your world like you were never part of it.
And the worst part?
You couldnât even blame him, because you were the one who told him to try. You were the one who pushed him. And now he was gone. Gone in the way that matters mostânot out of your life, but out of reach.
You made it thirty-two minutes.
Thirty-two minutes of nodding along, sipping watered-down vodka, laughing too loud at things that werenât funny, and pretending like your entire chest wasnât about to collapse every time she touched him.
Every time he let her.
You didnât even know her name until Will leaned over and said it like it was normal. Like it didnât feel like a knife being twisted right under your ribs.
âMira seems sweet, huh?â
You smiled. A tight, practiced thing. âSure. Sweet.â
Mira.
The name tasted wrong in your mouth.
And maybe it wouldâve stayed quietâmaybe you wouldâve kept swallowing it all down like poison you could surviveâif Mira hadnât looked at Frankie, all wide-eyed and innocent, and asked, âHow come youâve never brought me here before?â
Before.
You heard it before he even answered. Before implied history. Ritual. Something that existed long before she did. Frankie paused, just a second. But it was enough.
âThis used to be our spot,â he said, voice casual, not looking at you. Giving the words no meaning at all. âItâs been a while.â
Our.
As in you and him.
You swallowed hard and stood up too fast, chair scraping against the floor like a siren. âI need some air.â
Nobody stopped you. Not even him.
The night was warm and loud, headlights dragging down the street like slow thoughts. You didnât make it to the curb before you heard footsteps behind you, you didnât need to look to know itâs him.
Frankie.
âHey,â he said. Not urgent, not guilty. âYou good?â
You turned, eyes narrowed. âDo I look good?â
His jaw tightened. âWhat do you want me to say?â
âI want you to say anything,â you snapped. âAnything real. Because for the past three weeks, youâve been radio silent and now you show up with herâlike Iâm just some extra in your new life?â
He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. âI didnât think youâd take it like this.â
âLike what?â Your voice rose, sharp and brittle. âLike Iâm hurt? Like maybe you bringing your rebound into our space like it means nothing would actually mean something to me?â
Frankieâs eyes flashed. âItâs not a rebound.â
âOh, right. Of course not. Itâs serious, huh? Thatâs why you brought her hereïżœïżœto mark your territory?â
âStop,â he said. Quiet, but there was power in it. This voice meant no bullshit. âYou donât get to make this ugly.â
âYou made it ugly the second you ghosted me.â
That shut him up.
You pushed forward, voice trembling. âYou always text back. Always. Even when youâre drunk or pissed or halfway asleep. You always showed up. And now what? Iâm just gone?â
Frankieâs mouth opened, then closed. He looked like he wanted to say something, then didnât. Which pissed you off even more.
âYou owe me, Frankie,â you said, stepping in close now, eyes wet but your voice firm. âYou owe me honesty. Because I was there. Every time you fell apart, every time you doubted yourself, every time you needed someoneâI was there. And the second you get a maybe-kind-of-working-something, Iâm just background noise?â
âItâs not like that.â
âThen tell me what it is.â
He looked at you then. Really looked. And it cracked something in both of you.
âI didnât know how to face you,â he admitted, raw and low. âAfter what I said. After how I said it. I was pissed, and I took it out on you, and you didnât deserve it.â
âNo,â you whispered,brows furrowed deep. âI didnât.â
Silence stretched between you, thick and ugly.
Then you added, âAnd now youâve got her. So I guess I was just... convenient enoughâ
His face twisted like youâd slapped him.
âYou were never convenient,â he said, almost a whisper. âYou were the constant.â
You stared at him, heart clawing at your ribs, and for one stupid second, you wanted to kiss him just to make it all go away.
But then Mira opened the bar door behind you and called out, âHey, babe, everything okay?â her voice was so sickeningly sweet, it made your stomach turn. You didnât look at her, didnât need to. Frankie looked back once at her, then down at the ground like it was suddenly the only thing that made sense. He didnât even look at you.
You stepped back, more stumbling than walking. Shaky steps, as unsafe as you felt.
âYeah,â you said, voice steady now. Cold. âEverythingâs crystal fucking clear.â
And then you walked away.
Frankie tossed and turned, stared at the ceiling, counted sheep. It wasnât because of the heat or the creaking pipes in his apartment or Mira breathing soft and even beside himâbut because your voice kept replaying in his head like a broken record.
âI was just⊠convenient enough.â
Heâd heard a lot of things in his life. Screaming commanders. Crying civilians. Doors slamming, hearts breaking, all kinds of silence. The one that makes your ears ring and the one that makes your chest tight. But your voice cracking like that?
That was new, brutal.
He sat on the edge of the bed now, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. The digital clock blinked 3:47 a.m in an alarming red light. Mira shifted behind him, half-asleep.
âYou okay, babe?â she mumbled, barely conscious.
âYeah,â he said. Automatically. Out of habit, out of guilt. âJust need some water.â
He got up, padded barefoot into the kitchen, and stood there in the dark, palms braced on the countertop like it was the only thing holding him up.
There was a photo stuck to the fridgeâone youâd taken. Him and Santi arm-wrestling at your place, stupid grins on their faces, half a beer spilled in the corner of the frame. He remembered you laughing behind the camera, saying âAct natural, idiots.â
He hadnât taken it down, he couldnât.
He grabbed a glass but didnât fill it. Just stood there, staring into vast nothingness, thinking of you. How you didnât yell until the end. How you didnât cry until he turned away. How you said âcrystal fucking clearâ like you meant it.
And for the first time, it hit him:
You werenât mad because he was dating someone. You were mad because heâd shut you out. You were hurt because he made you feel replaceable.
But you werenât. God, you werenât, you never could be.
You were the one person who saw through all his bullshit and still stuck around. You were the reason he even considered fixing himself. Not for youâbut because when you believed in him, he started thinking maybe he could believe in himself too.
He closed his eyes and pressed the heel of his hand into his eye sockets like he could rub the image of you out of his head. Didnât work. You were everywhere.
In the mug you left once and he never returned. In the hoodie Mira kept asking aboutâ"Whose is this?" your scent still clinging to it. In the way he couldnât laugh at dumb memes anymore without checking if youâd seen them too.
Frankie Morales was in a relationship, sure.
But he was in love with someone who wouldnât even look at him now.
And he only had himself to blame.
The next morning, he made breakfast. French toast, Strawberries on the side, just how Mira liked them. He kissed her shoulder while she sipped her coffee and made her laugh hard enough to snort. He was attentive. Present. Trying his best to silence the ghost in the room that only he could feel.
And when she asked, softly, cautiously, âYou okay? Youâve been a little... distant,â
He smiled and lied. âIâm good. Better than Iâve been in a long time.â
She lit up. Actually lit up. And the worst part? She bought it.
Hook, line, and sinker.
And Frankie hated himself for how easy the lie slipped out.
It was supposed to be game night. You showed up late on purposeâhalf hoping maybe he wouldn't be there, half terrified that he would. But the second you walked in and saw him sitting on the couch, hand resting on the back of her chair, like it was the most natural thing in the world?
Your heart dropped.
You tried not to stare. Tried not to see it. The way her laugh came easy. The way Frankie leaned in to say something just for her, close enough to catch the scent of her hair. How she reached for his knee when she laughed too hard at something Benny said. Heâd never brought girls to this. Not game nights. Not Sunday barbecues. Not this spaceâthe one sacred little pocket of your friendship he used to keep just for the people who knew him best.
For you.
Your chest tightened like someone was wringing out your lungs.
He glanced at you once, a flick of the eyes, and then quickly away like it burned. No smile. No wave. Just... nothing. Like he hadnât spent the last few years orbiting your every step. Like you werenât the one who held him through half of his worst nights. Like that fight didnât leave a crater between you big enough to swallow this whole damn room.
Santi handed you a beer. You didnât even remember asking for one.
âYou okay?â he asked quietly.
You nodded too quickly. âYeah, fine.â
But your hand shook when you took a sip, and you hoped no one noticed.
Mira laughed again. Loud, beautiful, perfect. And Frankie ? He laughed with her. Not that half-hearted chuckle he used to do when dates didnât land. This one was full. Real.
You excused yourself to the kitchen before you could break down in front of everyone.
You barely made it in there before the tears started.
Silent at firstâjust a sting in your eyes, a tightness in your throat. You braced your hands against the counter, trying to breathe through it, trying not to fall apart like some clichĂ© in a movie. But it wasnât just heartbreakâit was the kind of grief that comes when someone doesnât die, they just stop being yours.
And then you heard footsteps.
Santi.
He didnât say anything at first. Just came up beside you, leaned his hip against the counter, and cracked open a beer like he hadnât just walked in on a silent breakdown.
Then, quietly, observed like he always was. âYeah... I figured this would happen.â
Your lip trembled, and you shook your head, wiping under your eyes quickly like it might hide the mess.
âIâm fine,â you lied even if your voice betrayed you in its thinness.
âYouâre not,â he said gently. âAnd itâs okay. You donât have to be.â
That broke something. A small, shattering sound in your chest. You let out a breath that turned into a sob and folded into him before you could stop yourself. Santi pulled you in without hesitation. No questions. no pressure. Just arms that held tight and steady while your shoulders shook, his hand on the back of your head.
âI didnât think heâd really...â you started, but the rest dissolved into his shirt.
Santi rubbed slow circles on your back. âI know. None of us did.â
You stayed like that for a moment, tucked against him, letting his steady presence fade out some of the noise when another voice cut through the quiet.
âJesus,â Benny muttered from the doorway. âHeâs a goddamn idiot.â
You laughed against Santiâs shoulder, the sound more broken than amused. âDonât say that. Sheâs not the problem.â
âIâm not talking about her,â Benny said, stepping inside. âIâm talking about him. Heâs sitting out there like you never existed. Thatâs not Frankie. Not the one I know at least.â
Santi nodded. âHeâs... stuck. Pretending so hard he forgot heâs not that good at it.â
And they didnât say itâno one said itâbut you all knew exactly who Frankie used to be good at pretending with. You. He never had to.
You wiped your face with the sleeve of your hoodie, trying to pull yourself together. âI donât want to ruin the night.â
âYouâre not,â Santi said firmly.
âYou showing up tonight?â Benny asked. âThat made the night.â
You offered a shaky smile, grateful even if you couldnât quite show it yet.
Out in the living room, you could still hear Miraâs laugh. Still hear Frankieâs voice, low and warm and not at all the boy who used to show up at your door at 2 a.m., asking if you had Pop-Tarts and time. And maybe everyone thought heâd moved on. Maybe he thought he had, too. But if he had even glanced toward the kitchen just onceâhe wouldâve seen the other two important people in his life holding up the one person heâd forgotten how to hold.
Nobody prepares you for the call you get late at night when you were supposed to sleep, telling you that your dad is in the hospital because of a heart attack, his condition critical.
Frankie sat on the edge of the bed, hands in his hair, breathing like heâd forgotten how. Mira stirred beside him, mumbled something soft and half-asleep, but it barely registered. The words from the phone call were still ringing in his ears like a fire alarm.
Chest pain. Ambulance. Unresponsive for two minutes.
His first instinct wasnât to shake Mira awake.It wasnât to call his mom, or Benny, or even Santi. It was you.
His hand moved before his brain could stop itâphone unlocked, your name already pulled up in the recents even though it had been weeks. His thumb hovered over the call button like it had muscle memory. Because in every other version of this momentâin every other emergency, every broken-down car, every fight, every lossâit had always been you.
He didnât call. Not right away. He just stared at your name, and the photo next to itâblurry, laughing, eyes shining from that road trip last year when the AC broke and you threatened to abandon him on the side of the highway.
And thatâs when it hit him, hard, fast and cold:
This isnât a best friend anymore. This is the first person I think of when my world ends.
His hand recoiled from the phone, like it bit him.
Mira was sitting up now, rubbing her eyes. âFrankie? Whatâs going on?â
âMy dad,â he said, voice as hollow as he felt. âHeâs in the hospital.â
She was by his side in a second, hands on his shoulders, asking the right things, offering to come with him. She said all the things a good girlfriend should say, but they didnât land.
Because all he could think about was you. Not just because you wouldâve been there in a heartbeatâbut because youâd know what to say. Because youâd reach for his hand before he asked. Because youâd sit beside him in that sterile waiting room and not talk unless he needed you to. Because with you, he wouldnât have to explain what this felt like. You just⊠would.
And thatâs when it shifted. In a way that couldnât be undone. It wasnât about dating, or jealousy, or the fight, or Mira. It wasnât even about the timing anymore.
It was about truth and for the first time in weeks, it crushed him.
The fluorescent lights in the waiting room buzzed low, mechanical. Too bright for a place this heavy with dread. Frankie sat hunched over in a plastic chair, elbows on his knees, staring at the tiled floor like it owed him somethingâanswers, maybe. A break. Mira had gone to grab coffee, or air, or space. She hadnât specified and he hadnât asked.
And then he heard your voice.
Soft, tentative.
âFrankie?â
He didnât look up at first. Thought maybe his brain had conjured you againâjust like it had when heâd scrolled past your name in his phone and nearly called you on instinct, like some kind of survival response. But then you were closer and right in front of him.Â
There, not just an imagination. Real.Â
Hair in this messy bun you always did when you couldnât be bothered to straighten it. Eyes wide and red-rimmed like youâd cried in the car before coming in. Like the thought of him hurting still cracked you open even if he hurt you first.
âIâm sorry,â you said gently. âSanti told me. I justâ I needed to be here.â
His breath caught. Not because you were there. Not even because you showed up without needing to be asked. But because part of him had known you would. Even now. Even after everything.
âYou didnât have to come,â he muttered, but it came out hoarse. Hollow, useless.
âI know.â You sat down beside him anyway. Close, but not touching. âBut I wanted to.â
Frankie didnât know what to say. His hands shook. He dug his nails into his palms like that could stop the ache building under his ribs. But it was too much, everything was too much.
âI canât lose him,â he said, voice cracking on the last word.
And thatâs when you moved. No hesitation. Just reached for him, pulled him in like youâd done a hundred times before. Only this time it broke him.
His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in your shoulder and for the first time since he got that call, Frankie cried. Not loud, not dramatic. Just silent, shaking tears against the only person who ever made him feel like he was allowed to fall apart.
You held him, steady and firm. Holding his broken pieces together like you always did. Your hand in his hair, your breath steady and close. No questions, no anger, no I-told-you-so.
Just you, the one constant that always has been there and it all made it worse. Because this wasnât Mira. This wasnât temporary comfort, this was home. And heâd spent weeks pretending it wasnât.
You were still holding him when Mira walked back in. Frankieâs face hidden in your neck. His hands clutching the back of your sweatshirt like heâd sink without you. His entire body folded into yours in that desperate, wordless way that doesnât look like friendship. It looks like gravity.
She stopped mid-step.
You didnât see her at first. You just whispered, âIâm here, okay?â and brushed your fingers through his hair the way you always did when things got bad.
But Frankie did see her and lifted his head. Eyes glassy, face streaked with silent tears, breathing uneven. His gaze locked on Miraâand in that instant, everything in the room went still. Her expression didnât crack. Not really,not yet. But her eyes said enough.
This wasnât the grief of a girlfriend whoâd been left out. It was the grief of a woman realizing sheâd never been in.
âI brought you coffee,â she said, voice tight, like she was reading a script someone handed her last minute. Frankie stood up too fast. Swiped at his face like he could erase what she saw. âMira, itâs notââ
She held up her hand. Calm, composed. Kind.
âDonât,â she said quietly. âYou donât owe me a performance.â
You stepped back instinctively, putting space between you and Frankie like that might fix it. Like that might soften the blow. But Mira wasnât stupid, she wasnât cruel, either. She just nodded, a silent resignation and set the coffee on the table beside him, looking at him with an unreadable expression.Â
âYou shouldâve called her first,â she said. âI think we both know that.â
Then she left.
No big scene. No yelling. Just the hollow echo of her footsteps down the hallway and the sound of a door swinging closed behind her. Frankie didnât move.He just stood there, looking at the coffee, shoulders stiff like they were holding the rest of him. And you?
You didnât say I told you so or she deserved more or what are you doing even if you had every right to. You just picked up the damn coffee, pressed it into his hands, and whispered, âDrink, youâre shaking.âÂ
And he did, even in the wreckage, in the fallout of his silence, you stayed.
It was sometime after 2 a.m. when you finally convinced Frankie to sit down again.
The ICU floor had gone still, lights dimmed, nurses moving in hushed, practiced rhythm behind sliding glass. No updates. Just waiting. You were still there. So was Santiâsitting cross-legged on the floor with a vending machine coffee and a million-miles-away stare. Benny had shown up with tacos no one asked for, claiming âgrief makes you hungryâ and refused to leave since.
Nobody asked questions. Not about Mira, not about crying. Not even about the way Frankie hadnât let go of your hand since you laced your fingers through his hours ago.
Santi finally passed him a coffee. âStill hot. Miracle of science.â
Frankie took it with both hands. âThanks.â His soft brown eyes full of sorrow.Â
Benny threw an arm around the back of the chair beside him, stretching like he owned the room. Typical. âListen, Morales, I know itâs not a great time, but if your old man pulls through and you donât tell him we all waited like a bunch of loyal golden retrievers, Iâm gonna start charging emotional support fees.â
That pulled the smallest breath of a laugh out of Frankie, which was the point. You gave Benny a grateful look over Frankieâs shoulder. He winked and shoved a half-eaten taco into his mouth like it was his lifeâs mission.
Santi leaned forward, arms on his knees. âYou good on food? Water? Want me to harass a nurse?â
Frankie shook his head, lips pressed tight. Then softer, âThanks, man.â
âYou donât have to thank us,â you said, your thumb brushing lightly against his. âThis is what we do.â
Frankie didnât answer. But his grip tightened. Because he felt itâthe thing that held him upright. It wasnât Mira. It wasnât some illusion of romance or a picture-perfect fix.
It was this. You, Santi and Benny.
People whoâd sit with him in fluorescent hallways all night long. Who didnât flinch at his mess. Who knew him and stayed anyway. Chosen family. And for the first time since he got that call, Frankie felt the sharp edge of loneliness dull just enough to breathe.
You didnât realize youâd been holding your breath until the nurse smiled.
âHeâs stable,â she said gently, as if the words might shatter in the air. âItâll be a long road, but he made it through the worst.â
Frankie didnât react at first. He just sat there, staring at the tiles like he hadnât heard her. Then something in his shoulders sagged. His whole body exhaled. Like the fear that had been coiled so tightly in him all night finally let go.
You touched his arm. Lightly. Carefully. âHeâs okay,â you said. And the words felt like a blessing.
Santi clapped him on the back, eyes tired but warm. âWeâll be back in a few hours. Get some rest if you can.â
Benny stood, stretched like a lazy cat, then leaned down and pressed his knuckles into Frankieâs shoulder. âTry not to emotionally combust while weâre gone. Iâve bonded with your old man nowâIâm personally invested.â
They left without needing to be told. Thatâs what family does.
The quiet that followed was heavy. It settled over the waiting room in soft wavesâearly sunlight through the blinds, the hum of machines, the lingering tension that hadnât quite disappeared with the good news. Frankie hadnât let go of your hand all night, itâs been sweaty and uncomfortable at times but you wouldnât say anything. But suddenly he let loose and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes trained on the floor.Â
âYou didnât have to come.â You swallowed hard.Â
âDonât say that.â
He didnât look at you. âI called her first.â
Your heart twisted, but you kept your voice steady. âOf course you did.â
âNo,â he said. âI wanted to call you.â
He said it like it was a confession. Like it cost him something to get it out.Â
âI started dialing,â he went on, âbut I hung up. I told myself it wasnât fair. That I couldnât ask you to show up againânot after everything Iâve already taken.â
You stayed quiet, let him speak.
âI tried,â he said, voice breaking. âI tried so fucking hard to move on. To convince myself that Mira was good, that she made sense. That she could be the person I needed.â
He finally looked at you and it took all your air out of your lungs.
âAnd sheâs not you, sheâll never be.â
The words slammed into you. Hard and simple and impossible to miss.
âI thought I could keep it buried. That if I never said it out loud, I could live with it. But when I got the call about my dad, when I thought I might lose himâI couldnât lie to myself anymore. The only person I wanted was you.â
You couldnât breathe for a second. Couldnât think.
Frankie scrubbed a hand over his face, tears in his eyes he didnât bother hiding anymore. âI donât expect anything. I know I wrecked it. I just⊠I needed you to know. Because if I lost him and never told you the truth, I donât think I couldâve carried that.â
You reached out before your brain caught up, threading your fingers through his again, lifting it up to your lips and kissed his knuckles.Â
He looked smaller like this. Not weak, just real. Raw. All things he never let anyone see except you. You didnât say anything. Because some truths didnât need answers right awayâthey just needed air. And this one, between you and him, was finally breathing.
It didnât happen in a single moment. There was no dramatic speech, no fireworks. No declarations in the rain.
Just⊠quiet.
The kind that came with knowing someone inside and out. The kind that had always lived between you.Â
A few days after the hospital, you showed up at his door with two coffees and a bag of something warm, and he didnât question it. Just stepped aside and let you in like youâd never left. You curled up on the couch, tucked your legs under you like you always did, and when your fingers brushed reaching for the remote, you didnât move away. Neither did he.
After that, it was movie nights again. Grocery runs together. Your hoodie hanging off the back of his kitchen chair. Your hair in his sink. He never asked you to stay, but you did.Until one day, you just⊠were. A part of his , his rhythm, his everything, like you always were, just without holding back now. Frankie wasnât afraid to name it anymore.
No one asked questions. Not Benny, not Santi. Maybe because theyâd all seen it before he had. Maybe because it was written all over both your faces the second the storm passed.
You were all at Bennyâs one nightâbarbecue smoke thick in the air, beers half-drunk, someone playing music off an old speakerâand you were curled into his side like gravity had always meant for it. Your head on his shoulder, a small gesture but so monumental to him.Â
And Santi, mouth full of ribs, just grinned and muttered, âFinally.â
Frankie looked over at him. âWhat?â
âYou two. Took you long enough. Benny and I had a whole betting pool.â
Benny snorted. âI lost, by the way. Thought itâd take âtill Christmas.â
You laughed into his shoulder. Warm and soft and unmistakably you. Frankie rolled his eyes but couldnât help the smile pulling at his mouth. âReal supportive friends Iâve got.â
Benny raised his bottle. âWeâre rooting for you, Morales. Doesnât mean we canât roast you while we do it.â
Later, after the sun dipped low and the night got quieter, you tugged him out onto Bennyâs balcony. Just the two of you. The city stretched out in front of you, all hazy lights and faraway sounds. You leaned on the railing beside him, arms brushing against each other.
âI know you were a bit slow at times,â you said, eyes on the skyline. âBut this⊠this was slow motion.â
He huffed out a laugh. âI had a lot of shit in my head, okay?â
âI know,â you said, voice softer now. âBut I was right there.â
He turned to you. Took in your face, lit by the dim glow of porch light and stars above you. That expression heâd always known but only just let himself hold onto.
âYouâve always been there,â he echoed.
And then he kissed you.
Not like the end of something, not even like the start. His hands in your hair, your mouth meeting his like it already knew the shape of him. Slow, sure and welcoming.
The sun eased into the room slowly and quiet, like it knew better than to speak after the kind of night that changed everything.
You lay on your side, tangled in sheets that still smelled like himâlike heat and skin and something youâd waited years to have. Frankie was asleep beside you, one arm stretched toward where your body had just been, hand curled loose on the pillow as if even in sleep he couldnât let you go too far.
You reached for him instinctively, fingers brushing the curve of his shoulder, then trailing down his arm like you were retracing last nightâs map.
It played like a movie behind your eyes. His hands, his mouth, the way he said your name like it broke something open inside him every time. The first kiss, not rushed but anchored, like heâd known exactly what he was doingâlike heâd been dreaming about it and was just finally awake. Your lips tingled at the memory of where heâd kissed you. Where he lingered. Your skin still hummed in the places his hands had claimed, like heâd memorized you with his fingertips.
You pressed your fingers to your own mouth, not to stop a smile, but to feel him again. To remember how it felt when he whispered things you never thought youâd hear from himâneed you, been dreaming about this, canât believe itâs real.
Your breath caught. Not from lust, but from how right it all had felt.
The mattress dipped behind you and suddenly, there he wasâstill half-asleep, hair a disheveled mess, voice low and rough as he murmured, âWhereâd you go?â Only one eye open, just enough to peek at you.
You smiled, settling back into the warmth of him as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest like you belonged there.
âWas just thinking.â
Frankie pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder, slow and warm and so him, it made your throat go tight.
ââBout what?â he mumbled.
You smiled. âWhen it happened for me.â
He went still behind you. âWhat?â
âWhen I fell for you.â
His breath hitched, just slightly, and his hand tightened at your hip. âYeah?â he whispered. âWhen was it?â
You let out a soft laugh. âThat day you showed up at my apartment soaking wet âcause your car broke down and you needed to borrow a charger. You were dripping water on my rug and swearing in Spanish under your breath like the world personally offended you. I made you tea, remember?â
He groaned. âI do. I was a mess.â
âAnd I just⊠looked at you. And felt it.â
Frankie was quiet for a second, then leaned in, lips brushing the back of your neck. âYou know when it happened for me?â
You turned your head slightly. âTell me.â
âThat night we crashed at my place after the bar. You passed out on the couch, and I tried to sleep. I thought Iâd be fine, but I had one of the nightmares. Bad one.â
Your breath held in your chest.
âI woke up sweating, choking on my own damn breath, and before I could even sit up, you were there. Not scared, not freaked out. Just there. Sat beside me, hand on my back. Let me breathe. Didnât say anything stupid. And most importantly you didnât run.â
Your heart clenched.Â
âThat was it,â he said quietly. âThatâs when I knew.â
You turned in his arms, met his eyes, your hands cupping his face like he might disappear if you blinked too fast, thumbs stroking his cheekbones.
He looked at you with those warm, deep brown eyesâlike melted earth after rain and it felt like heâd never seen anything more certain. More beautiful. The same way he looked at you that night on his couch, when you didnât flinch at the worst parts of him. When you just held him, no questions asked, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like maybe love had already happened and neither of you had realized it yet.
And when he kissed you this time, it wasnât wild or desperateâit was soft. Full of all the things neither of you had said for years. The things you didnât need to say anymore.
Because you knew.
You both knew.
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Hey! Could I please request reader comforting Oscar after he spins out of the race. She is being a good girlfriend, and Oscar really needs it right now.
Thank you!
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The energy in Melbourne was electric. The first race of the 2025 Formula 1 season was always going to be exciting, but for Oscar, it was even more special. It was his home raceâthe one where he had grown up dreaming of one day competing in front of his family, friends, and thousands of Aussie fans. But more than anything, he was happy because Yn was here with him.
They had been together for years now, their relationship built on mutual support, understanding, and an unwavering love for one another. No matter what happened on track, Yn was always there for him, just like he was for her.
Now, as he sat in his race suit, exhausted and frustrated after a chaotic Australian Grand Prix, all he wanted was to see her.
Oscar had started the race strong, maintaining his position in the top three for most of it. The car felt good, and for a while, it seemed like a solid points finish was guaranteed. But then, disaster struck.
Lap 42. He had been pushing hard, trying to close the gap to the car in front when the rear of his car suddenly stepped out mid-corner.
âAh, noâno, no, no!â he shouted into the radio as he spun off the track, grass spraying in all directions.
For a moment, his heart sank, thinking it was all over. But with quick reactions, he managed to get the car pointed in the right direction and rejoin the race. It wasnât over, but he had lost precious positions.
By the time the checkered flag fell, he had salvaged a P9 finish. Points, but not the result he had been hoping for at home.
Now, walking back to his driver's room, he could feel the frustration settling deep in his chest.
Then he saw her.
Yn was already waiting for him inside, her arms crossed as she leaned against the small couch, watching him with concern. The moment Oscar stepped through the door, she moved toward him.
"Hey," she said softly. "Rough one?"
Oscar let out a breath and ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Yeah. I really messed that up."
"You didn't mess up," she corrected, stepping closer. "You finished in the points after a spin. Thatâs still a solid drive."
He shook his head. "Not good enough. Not at my home race."
Yn sighed, reaching out to cup his face gently. "Stop that," she murmured, her thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "You drove an incredible race. One mistake doesnât change that. You kept fighting, and thatâs what matters."
Oscar leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "I justâ" He exhaled, shaking his head again. "I really wanted a good result today. For everyone here. For you."
She frowned at that. "You donât owe me anything, Oscar. Iâm proud of you no matter what."
His chest tightened at her words. She always knew exactly what to say.
Yn reached up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, slow and reassuring. Oscar immediately melted into it, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
She kissed him again, lingering, making sure he knew how much she meant every word she said. When she pulled back slightly, their faces remained close, breath mingling.
"You did amazing," she whispered.
Oscar swallowed hard, his hands tightening on her hips. "I needed that," he admitted, his voice raw.
"Good," she said with a small smile. "Because I plan to keep doing it until you believe me."
A small chuckle escaped him, but the tension in his shoulders didnât fully disappear. He leaned forward again, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Youâre too good to me," he murmured.
Ynâs hands slid up to the back of his neck, playing with the damp curls there. "You make it easy."
Oscar sighed and pulled her even closer, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her jaw before trailing down to her neck. He sucked gently at the sensitive skin, his lips warm and soft against her.
Yn let out a soft hum of approval, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"I really needed this," he admitted between kisses.
"I know," she whispered.
He kissed her again, firmer this time, pouring every ounce of emotion into it. She responded immediately, her hands gripping his race suit. He didnât want to let goâdidnât want to think about the race, the spin, or the points lost. Right now, all that mattered was her.
Yn pulled back slightly, tilting his chin up so he met her gaze. "You are incredible, Oscar. One spin doesnât change that. And no matter what happens on track, Iâll always be here for you."
His heart clenched at her words.
"I love you," he said suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could even think about them.
Yn smiled, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "I love you too," she whispered.
And just like that, everything felt a little bit lighter.
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Hit and fall.



Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader
Summary: Stiles has been pining after you for years now, and this was his chance to woo you, at a lacrosse game, but nothing ever really goes his way, does it?
Content: no use of y/n, Stiles being clumsy and messing up, he's kind of down bad
Author's note: I cannot believe I haven't written anything for him yet, he's so UGH, the single best thing in the show. Not proof-read, English is not my first language, mistakes should be present, apologies beforehand :)
Word count: 786
Stiles had a problem. A big, heart-pounding, gut-wrenching problem. And that was you.
For years, he had harbored a crush on you, he sank so deep that it had basically become a third party in all of his conversations. He had known you since middle school, when you shared a science class together and he lent you a pen â only for you to reveal that you had your own pen all along.
"Just wanted to see if you were a good guy," you had said with a small smirk.
And that was it.
Stiles was hooked.
But tonight was different. Tonight was the night he was finally going to do something about it. Not some grand, fancy, caviar stuff, no. He had a simpler plan: impress you with his lacrosse skills at tonight's big game.
He had everything set up already, making sure to ask your friend to convince you to come since you didn't really go to any sports games. He figured if he showed you that he could be athletic and charming, maybe you'd finally see him as someone who's more than just the goofy guy from history class.
The problem though? Stiles wasn't exactly known for his athletic skills. Sure, he was on the lacrosse team, but, uh, he was mostly on the bench⊠yeah, it took some convincing for Coach Finstock to let him play tonight.
Still, Stiles was determined. He practiced, maybe not as much as he should have, but he practiced. And he had been psyching himself up all day, telling himself that tonight was the night he'd finally make his move.
You agreed to your friend's invitation to come to the game. All the stars are aligning, this was his shot.
And then he saw you.
You were in the stands, cheering with the rest of the students, an excited grin on your face. His heart leapt into his throat. His palms started to sweat. This wasn't good. He hadn't planned for this. He hadn't planned for you to be here â well, he had â but not for you to look so radiant and supportive and just so⊠you.
"Stiles. You okay, man?" Scott called from the field.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good!" Stiles called back, but he wasn't. Not even close. His mind was scrambling, a mess of everything that all led to one point: You were here. Watching him. Right Now.
The game started, and for the first few minutes, he managed to hold it together, he did pretty good, actually. But then he made the mistake of looking up at the stands again, and there you were, waving at him with that smile that made his insides twist up in knots, his legs felt like they were giving out right then and there.
And that's when things started to go very, very wrong.
He missed a pass. Then another. He tripped over his own stick, stumbled into Matt, and accidentally whacked Isaac in the shins with his lacrosse stick.
"Stilinski!" Coach Finstock bellowed from the sidelines. "Are you trying to lose us this game single-handedly?!"
"Sorry, Coach!" Stiles shouted back, trying to regain his focus. But it was useless. His nerves were twisted, his concentration shattered.
And then, just to add salt to the open wound, a well-aimed shot from the other team's captain hit him square in the chest.
Stiles went down like a sack of potatoes.
The world blurred around him, gasps and murmurs from the crowd filling his ears. But all that was on his mind was, Great. Just great. I'm finally gonna get her attention, and it's because I'm flat on my back like a total idiot.
When he finally managed to sit up, he saw you in the stands, your eyes filled with concern and shock. Perfect. Just perfect. He had managed to embarrass himself in front of you in the most spectacular way possible.
Stiles limped over to the bench at the sound of a whistle being blown, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his chest and the throbbing embarrassment in his soul, trying to grapple onto the last of his dignity while he sank down onto the bench, burying his face in his hands.
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
He could already hear the teasing he was going to get from Scott and the rest of the team. But the worst part? He had blown his chance with you.
As he sat there, wallowing in his misery, he finally peeked through his fingers to see you in the stands, laughing with your friend â were you laughing at him? Did you think he was an idiot now? Well, to be fair, the fall to the ground was a little ridiculous.
Great.
Just great.
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summer's golden haze - chapter five
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: a day trip to ibiza, a nightclub, and maxâwho can't keep his mouth shut. (5.3k)
a/n: apologies for the lack of new chapters these past few months! writerâs block is such a bitch but iâm happy to say that i am back and working on this series as best i can <3
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Everything people say about time flying when youâre having fun has never been truer. Youâve developed a close friendship with Lando and his friends, and something even better with the boy himself.Â
Youâd say you were surprised at how fast youâve fallen for him, but youâd be lying. Sure, you havenât known him long at all, but it wasnât hard to figure out that Lando Norris really was that missing thing in your life. He slots in like he was meant to, just as you hoped he would.Â
Youâve all found yourselves spending more time at their place than yours because itâs just nicer. Today is no different.Â
Landoâs chin sits hooked over your shoulder comfortably, stubble on his face a little scratchy, but it doesnât annoy you. Especially not with the way the thumb of his hand on your waist is rubbing circles into the sliver of bare skin between your top and shorts.
Heâs warm to the touch, but not unbearably so, more like a comforting warmth draped against you as he nuzzles closer.Â
He likes to be close to you, you've learned very quicklyâmore often than not always having some part of him touching you. Fingers intertwined with yours, an arm slung over your shoulders, a hand on your waist. When you're sitting, it's a thigh pressed against yours, a warm palm blanketing your knee.Â
Right now, heâs decided on sharing the same sun lounger as you, wedged himself in behind you comfortably.
Normally, you mightâve been put off by the sheer amount of casual physical affection he shows, but you canât bring yourself to mind it. You want to be close to him all the time too, youâre just taking a little longer to warm up to instigating it.Â
âWhatâre you lot up to tomorrow?â He asks casually, walking his fingers down your arm.Â
âMm, nothing probably. Might just do a beach day and chill out. Maybe take a little walk, I dunno.â You shrug. âYou?âÂ
âFlying to Ibiza for the day. My mate Martinâs doing a DJ thing at a club there, figured weâd go support a friend.âÂ
You pout up at him, cooing. âYou guys are so sweet.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, alright. Come off it now.â He rolls his eyes, pinching your hip. You squirm at the ticklish feeling, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. He perks up then, and you swear you can almost see the gears turning in his brain. âWould you guys wanna come with us? We could hit up the beach together, hit up Martinâs gig at night, then fly back here afterwards.â
âItâs a boysâ day trip, we wouldnât want to crash it,â You insist, shaking your head. âWeâll see each other when you get back.âÂ
âBut Iâll miss you.â He frowns, wrapping an arm around your waist.Â
âI think youâll be fine.âÂ
He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, muffling his response. âNo, I think I might die.â
Itâs kind of sweet, you think, that Lando gets so pouty over not getting to see you for just a day. One might call him clingy, but you find it cute.
You attest it to the two of you still being in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, and it makes you happy, but something else gnaws at your stomach. Youâre not even sure what it is.Â
Before you can say anything, he angles his head towards the rest of the group, covering your ears gently before shouting, âOi! Weâre all going to Ibiza tomorrow, itâs been settled already. Weâll swing round yours to pick you girls up, then head to the airport.âÂ
He gets no objections from anyone, which you didnât think he would, and it makes him beam.Â
You try to see it from his perspective. Sun, sand, beautiful views. The two of you get to spend the day together on the gorgeous beaches of Ibiza. If you put aside your worries, everything sounds wonderful.
So why do you have this nagging feeling this isn't going to go as smoothly as Lando says it will?Â
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It seems like youâve just blinked and suddenly itâs the next morning and youâre heading into the hangar of a private airstrip.
The sun has barely begun to peek over the horizon, and honestly, youâre still half asleep. Most of your weight is leaned against Landoâs shoulder, whoâs got a strong arm slung around your waist even as he chats away with his boys on the way in.Â
You havenât packed much at all, just a bag with a nicer outfit you can change into before going to the club. Lando insisted on carrying it for you, so it sits looped over his other shoulder.Â
You arenât sure what you were expecting when heâd brought up flying to Ibiza just for the day, but for some reason, the private jet your gaze lands on as soon as you enter the hangar has you a bit stunned for words. The unfamiliarity of your surroundings wakes you up even more as you ascend the stairs onto the jet.Â
A long sofa stretches across the wall opposite you, sleek white leather to match the cushy armchair youâve settled into. Elegant polished dark wood tables separate the banks of chairs, and thereâs a fully stocked bar at the back. Even the lighting of the cabin screams money, not those awful dim blue lights on commercial airlines.Â
This is the kind of thing youâve only seen in movies, and now here you are about to enjoy a few hours on one with your very new, very rich boyfriend. It feels unreal, and honestly a little daunting.
Then in the back of your mind, you remember that this is probably just how his life is. Private jets and day trips to beautiful places, anything he wants anytime he wants it.Â
Itâs one of two thoughts echoing through your head through the whole flight, the second one being that you donât belong here. You donât ride along in chartered jets, or go on impromptu day trips to beautiful islands. This is all completely uncharted territory for you and it makes your stomach twist, but youâre able to just pass it off as being a nervous flier.Â
Lando holds your hand, makes sure youâre comfortable the whole time, and thatâs that. Thereâs no need to worry him about whatâs running rampant through your mind.Â
Thankfully, you fall asleep not too long into the flight, and you donât wake up until youâre on the ground in Ibiza. From there, it feels like a whirlwind has taken hold of you. Youâre put into a car, driving, driving, driving god knows where.Â
Lando wonât tell you a thing, just kisses your cheek and tells you not to worry. And just when you think youâre at your destination, youâre squeezed into a golf cart that eventually drops you off at a seemingly private marina.Â
A large yacht sits before you, pristine white and polished to perfection. Lando beams, holding his arms out to the side like a game show host. âTa-da! Look what we got for the day!âÂ
Youâre at a loss for words. When heâd agreed to a joint beach day, you thought youâd actually be going toâŠwell, a beach.Â
âHow the fuck did you manage to charter a yacht on such short notice?â Maren asks, clearly disbelieving.Â
Lando aims a look at her over his sunglasses, arching a brow. âWhat, like itâs hard?âÂ
âDonât do Elle Woods. You canât pull it off,â Samira chimes in, to which Max nods his agreement.Â
âEveryoneâs a critic nowadays,â Lando mutters under his breath, flipping both of them off. âJust get on the boat, dream killers!âÂ
Your friends seem to be taking it in a much better stride than you are, because they go exploring the moment they climb right on alongside the rest of the boys, chattering excitedly. You, on the other hand, have to take a moment after Lando helps you on.Â
âSo? What do you think?â He asks earnestly, rocking on the balls of his feet.Â
âItâs gorgeous,â You admit, chuckling nervously. âI didnât know you were planning on getting a yacht.âÂ
âYeah, I got it so we could have the day to ourselves. Dock somewhere remote, swim and have fun without anyone else around. I know how important privacy is to you, and I wanted you to be able to relax today.â
It hits you like a heavyweight right then. Lando did this for you.Â
Went through all these last minute hoops that probably cost a fortune just so youâd feel comfortable. It has to be the sweetest, albeit most outrageous, thing anyoneâs ever done for you.Â
You close the distance between you in two steps, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. The force of it makes him stumble back a little bit, but heâs quick to recover, nuzzling deep into the crook of your neck with a smile you can feel pressed against your skin.Â
âThat was one hell of a thank you,â He breathes. You shrug innocently and he laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âReady to have some fun?âÂ
Turns out fun means putting an anchor down just off the shore of some small island not too far away. The day is starting to heat up a bit, perfect for you and the girls to stretch out on the cushioned benches and soak up the sun whilst the boys mess around in the water off the back of the boat.Â
Youâre not sure how long you lay there, but youâre about ready to drift off when you feel something on your face. A drop of water hits you square in the forehead, another hits your cheek, and it makes you peek one eye open.Â
Lando stands right above you, beaming down at you as he drips water everywhere.
âHi. Waterâs nice,â He says, shaking his hair out not unlike a dog would shake out its fur. Droplets spray all over you with the action, making you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily.Â
You wipe the water off your face with an amused chuckle. âYeah, I think I can tell. Thanks for that, by the way.â
âYou should come in.âÂ
âMaybe later. My sunscreen might not be dry yet.âÂ
âI think itâs plenty dry.âÂ
You arch a brow at his insistence, suspicious of the mischievous smile curving his lips, the glint in his eyes. Heâs got something in that mind of his, and youâre starting to grasp what it might be. You sit up, inching away from him as he creeps closer. âStop it. Lando, no. Donât even think about it!â
He flops on top of you gently, enough to make you roll your eyes but not enough to smother you. âLovely place to have a lay, innit?â He says innocently, squinting down at you.Â
âIt was,â You groan dramatically, wrinkling your nose at the puddle of water beginning to pool around you. âNow Iâm being crushed.âÂ
âAre you calling me fat?âÂ
âNo, no, the words you're looking for are big and strong and handsome. Did I mention the word strong?âÂ
âTwice, but I wouldnât mind hearing it again.âÂ
âCareful, or I might start to think you have a praise kink,â You joke. Though judging by the immediate blush that blooms across his cheeks and ears, you mightâve just discovered something about your boyfriend. âOh! YouâI didnât mean it likeââ
His lips press against yours before you can finish your sentence as if to deter you from finishing your sentence, and you forget what you were saying in the first place. Youâve found that this is usually the case any time Lando kisses you, any and all previous thoughts disappearing without a trace only to be taken up by one singular thingâhim.Â
âGet a room, you two!â Samira grumbles, bringing you back to reality. âHappy for you and all, but Iâm trying to sleep over here.âÂ
Right.Â
Youâd forgotten you were laying right next to her. Evidently Lando has too, because he whines something unintelligible, face hot against your bare skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck in embarrassment.Â
âSorry,â You mumble, giving Lando a pat on the back to make him get off you. He does so, but not without a pout. The quick kiss you press to his shoulder when you pull yourself into an upright position is enough to settle him.Â
He tilts his head invitingly, eyes bright now. âCome swim?âÂ
âIs the water nice?âÂ
âItâd be nicer if you were in it.âÂ
âIâm serious, Lando! Is it cold?â
âGuess youâll just have to jump in and see.â He shrugs, winks at you playfully before ambling away.
You canât help but admire Lando as he walks away from you, broad shoulders on full display, muscles shifting as he stretches his arms high over his head. Moles dot the expanse of his back, and it makes you want to trace your fingers along his tanned skin like youâre playing connect the dots.Â
Youâre expecting him to head for the back of the boat, but he goes towards the ladder heading up to the roof of the boat.Â
âNow what exactly do you think youâre doing?â You call after him, raising your hand to block the sun shining in your eyes.Â
âJumping off the roof!âÂ
âAre you serious?âÂ
âItâs totally safe! Iâve done it before,â Lando reasons, waiting until he reaches the top of the ladder to offer you a smile. Somehow that doesnât make you feel any better about him taking a flying leap from that high. âWanna give it a go?âÂ
The words fuck and no teeter at the very tip of your tongue, but heâs grinning so big, and youâd be lying to yourself if you said you werenât at least a little bit intrigued.
Jumping off the roof of a yacht into crystal clear waters isnât something youâve ever thought youâd do, but then again, youâve been doing a lot of things you never thought youâd do on this trip.Â
âIf I die, Iâm haunting your ass forever,â You warn. Once youâre up the ladder on your own, you accept his outstretched hand onto the roof as he leads you carefully to the edge, fingers firmly tangled with yours.Â
âThereâs no one Iâd rather be haunted by.âÂ
He leaps, taking you with him before you can even think of a response, and for a few moments, you feel weightless, falling through the air with nothing but Landoâs hand to ground you. It feels less terrifying and more freeing than youâd thought.Â
You squeeze your eyes shut just before you hit the water, keeping them closed as you sink deeper and deeper. Landoâs hand leaves yours, but you donât panic. You let yourself float, reveling in the quiet of being underwater until you start to feel it in your chest, and only then do you push towards the surface in a flume of bubbles.
The breath of air you inhale once you get above water is refreshing, and you tip your chin towards the sky, taking in the warm sunlight with a sigh. You wipe away the water cascading down your face before paddling back towards the boat, where Lando is sitting with his legs hanging off the back of it, waving at you.Â
âWhatâd you think?â He asks earnestly once heâs pulled you out of the water to sit next to him.Â
âThat wasâŠexhilarating.âÂ
âSee, I told you it was fun! Stick with me, baby, Iâll show you the world.âÂ
Somehow, you donât doubt that. If youâre an example of playing it safe, Lando is the definition of full sending it, impulse and chaos behind a handsome face.Â
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The day flies by, and before you know it, itâs time to head back to shore. Thankfully, the yacht is well equipped with a shower in the bathroom, so youâre able to freshen up nicely when the time comes.
Lando lets out a low whistle when you emerge back out onto the deck, eyes dragging down your whole body, drinking in the sight of you with his lower lip tugged between his teeth. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, makes your cheeks flame hot.Â
âDamn, youâre hot, girl!â He grins, winking at you.Â
âStop it,â You huff, adjusting the strap of your heel.Â
âWhat? Itâs true! Canât I pay my hot girlfriend a compliment?â He argues, looking absolutely giddy. âCâmon, give me a spin.â You roll your eyes but oblige, and he whistles again. âMy god, Iâm a lucky guy.âÂ
âYouâre so ridiculous,â You chuckle, letting yourself be tucked under his arm as you make your way to join the rest of your friends. Â
âIf ridiculous means obsessed with you, then yes, I am ridiculous.âÂ
The place is only a stoneâs throw away from the public beach near the marina and already bouncing when you get there. Youâre expecting to fold into the crowd of people, but Lando skirts around it, heading for the very front of the giant area, towards the DJ box.Â
Marenâs hand clamps around your arm, squeezing tightly. âThatâs Martin fucking Garrix!â She hisses, jutting her chin towards the stage aggressively. âYou didnât tell us Landoâs friend Martin was Martin fucking Garrix!âÂ
âHe didnât even tell me, how was I supposed to know?!â is all you can utter back in response.Â
Youâre just as taken by surprise as she is. Youâd have never expected Landoâs friend Martin to be Martin Garrix. Itâs not a connection you wouldâve made at all, but you keep forgetting Lando is actually famous. Of course he has famous friends.Â
Martin gestures for one of the other people there to take over the set, swapping out to come say hello as soon as he spots Lando. Both boys sport identical massive smiles.Â
âMate, it is good to see you again,â He says earnestly, bringing Lando into a tight hug. âIâve been meaning to make it out to a race! You look great out there, though.âÂ
Lando shrugs, enthusiasm flickering a little at the mention of work, but only for a split second. âCould be doing better, but yeah, cheers!âÂ
Martinâs eyes flick over to you and he must get the sense that youâre a little nervous, because his smile turns more polite. âSee youâve made some new friends. Nice to meet you all, Iâm Martin.â Then he notices how Landoâs moved closer to be next to you and youâre sure heâs already got things figured out. âEnjoy the set! Iâm sure Lando will take good care of you.âÂ
A few drinks in your system helps relax the knot of nerves sitting on your chest a significant amount, enough so to where youâve actually started to enjoy yourself.Â
Landoâs hands slide around your waist from behind to sit at your hips, chest pressed up against your back as his chin drops down to nestle in the crook of your neck. He moves with the beat and you find yourself following, guided by his firm grip.
Itâs so easy to get lost in him. You want to let yourself get lost in him, let yourself sink back into him and let your inhibitions free. But you canât.Â
Anyone can see you right now, seeing as youâre not exactly in a private place. Youâre tucked off to the side, partially obscured by Martinâs booth and entourage, but it wouldnât be hard for someone to take a good look and recognize Lando, even with the smoke and flashing lights.Â
Itâs risky to stay like this, and you want to tell him that, but then his lips press against the skin of your shoulder tenderly and your brain nearly short circuits. Heat blooms where he kisses you, traveling up to your cheeks and down to your toes like you've just been standing too close to a flickering fire.Â
It isnât until his nose nudges in right behind your ear, and his warm breath fans across your heated skin, that you suddenly feel like you canât breathe. The loud music dulls down into background noise to the pounding of your heart in your ears.
Taking a shuddering inhale, you wriggle free of Landoâs grip, mumbling something to him about needing air as best you can and taking off before he can figure out whatâs happening.Â
You squeeze through the crowd rather forcefully, just needing to get somewhere without people, somewhere quiet where you can catch your breath and calm yourself down.Â
Somehow you find yourself back at the beach, throwing yourself down onto a bench and burying your face into your hands with a frustrated, strangled groan.Â
You donât even know whatâs wrong. Everything is goodâyouâre with your best friends, with Lando, and youâre supposed to be having fun. So why do you feel like youâre not supposed to be here?Â
The answer is a mystery even to you.Â
Watching the gentle waves lap over the shore proves rather soothing, a repetitive back and forth that helps ease your mind just the slightest bit. Only a few people mill around at this time of night, and they pay you no notice. Youâre free to drown in your own thoughts without any of them being any the wiser.Â
Footsteps approach some time later. How long, youâre not exactly sureâwallowing in your own self pity feels timeless. The tips of a familiar pair of trainers step into your field of vision, and you make yourself let your gaze follow up to see the extremely concerned face of their owner.Â
Lando doesnât say anything when you meet his eyes, just holds out his hand for you to take. When all you do is blink at him, then he speaks. âCâmon, letâs take a walk.â He tilts his head over his shoulder, towards the beach behind him.Â
âI canât walk on sand in these heels,â You sniff, scowling a little bit. Itâs a shit excuse, you know that, but you donât feel like being very cooperative right now.Â
âIâll hold them,â He replies, toeing off his own shoes first. You give in almost too easily, slipping off yours to give to him and accepting his other hand up. His fingers immediately intertwine with yours, tugging you closer to him as you step into the sand.
You walk along the shore for a while before either of you feel like saying anything, and itâs him who speaks first.Â
âAre you alright, love?â He asks gently. Rather than saying anything, you press your lips together. âCâmon, will you talk to me? Please?â His voice is so soft, so full of genuine concern for you it makes you start to feel bad. âI think itâll make you feel better, instead of holding everything in.âÂ
âAll of thisâthe jet, the yacht, everythingâitâs a lot to take in,â You admit quietly, staring hard at the sand in front of you. âAnd I know you did it for me, so Iâd feel comfortable, and I love how thoughtful you are when it comes to these things. But IâŠthis is all completely new for me. Like, I canât help but feel like such an outsider.â
Landoâs expression crumples. âOh. I didnât mean toâthat wasnât my intention. To make you feel like you donât belong.â
âYou donât need to be sorry. Itâs not you, itâs me.â
âThis sounds like the start of a romcom breakup scene,â He says, then he freezes, brows furrowing. âWait, is thisââÂ
âNo! No, Iâm not breaking up with you. Iâm justâŠsaying things.âÂ
âOkay.â He nods, looking thoughtful. âHow can I fix this, how can I help with what youâre feeling?âÂ
You smile at him, grateful that heâs asking even though there isnât anything for him to do about how youâre feeling. Putting it out there is already starting to help, actually. You were scared about your thoughts and feelings being cast aside, but Lando hasnât done that. Heâs nothing but kind and caring about it. About you.Â
âIâm fine, Lando. Thank you though, youâre sweet,â You assure him, kissing his cheek. âMind if we walk a little longer before going back to Martinâs set?âÂ
âWe donât have to go back,â He suggests. âWe can stay here, go somewhere else, anything you want.âÂ
âI want to go back. Itâll be fun,â You say, nodding firmly. The action is meant to reassure yourself more so than Lando, but heâs the one who looks wary.Â
His head cocks to the side, brows furrowing in gentle caution. âAre you sure?âÂ
âPositive. Iâll be fine, I promise.âÂ
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The jet is quiet on the way back to Greece after Martinâs gig lets out, with good reason. Itâs late at night, bordering on very early morning, and everyoneâs asleep except you and Max, whoâs on the phone with his girlfriend.
Judging by the way Lando immediately found his way into your space as soon as you all settled in for the flight and promptly conked out not five minutes later, he's exhausted.Â
You glance down at the boy currently snoozing away curled up with his head in your lap, one of your hands clutched between both of his. His chest rises and falls rhythmically in his sleep, long lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheekbones.Â
Honestly, you donât think youâve ever been as content with someone as you are now with Lando. Even though things between you are still new, you feel like you really can be yourself without judgement around him too. And that talk youâd had at the beach has definitely lifted the weight off your shoulders a good amount.
Still, thereâs something else you have to get off your chest. You turn your gaze on the only other person you can talk to right now, the one person you do want to talk to.Â
Max ends his call shortly after with a quiet love you, see you soon, catching your eye with a sheepish smile as he sets the phone down on the table. âPietra says hi. Sheâs looking forward to meeting you guys when she flies in.âÂ
âWeâre excited to meet her too, she sounds amazing.âÂ
âYeah, she is,â Max sighs. Then he squints at you, like he knows something is amiss. âIs everything alright? You look like youâve got something on your mind.âÂ
You nod carefully, absentmindedly winding one of Landoâs springy curls around your finger. He exhales a little harder in his sleep when you let it bounce back into place but doesnât wake up, just snuggles deeper into you. âItâs kind of a weird thing to bring up, but I feel like I have to ask.âÂ
âAnything, go ahead. Weâre friends, arenât we?â Itâs actually reassuring to know that Maxâs opinion on you hasnât changed since youâd gotten together with his best friend. Youâre still friends just the same. That thought helps you muster up the courage to say whatâs been weighing on you.Â
âAre you okay with us? Lando and I, I mean.âÂ
You arenât seeking his approval or anything, you just want him to be okay with the two of you. Or maybe you are, youâre not really sure. Max is Landoâs best friend, his brother. Other than Landoâs family, who you can't even think about meeting one day without your stomach churning, he's the person who's known Lando best since they were kids.Â
All these people, theyâre everything to him, and it's important for you to know where they stand.Â
Max smiles warmly, says your name in that same soft, gentle way Lando always does when you get unsure. âYouâre exactly the kind of person Lando needs in his life. Someone away from everything heâs got going on, someone who genuinely cares for him the way you do. Youâre perfect for each other, and I hope you know that.â
You swallow the lump rising in your throat, smiling at Max through eyes glossy with welled up tears. His blessing brings you comfort, even if you weren't looking for it. âThank you.âÂ
âNo, I feel like I should be the one thanking you.âÂ
Your brows furrow, head tilting curiously to the side as to what he means. âMe? What did I do?âÂ
âI know Landoâs filled you in about whatâs been going on, so you know that heâs had a bit of a rough time lately.â Max says softly, clearing his throat to rid himself of the emotional thickness in his tone. You can tell how much Max really loves and cares for Lando. âHeâs not been himself for a while, so this summer break, this trip, it was something that might help him leave it all behind. Just relax and find himself again, âcause it wasnât good for him, bottling it all up like he was.âÂ
Your heart aches for Lando. You canât help but want to protect him. It was true when youâd been just friends and only grown truer since.Â
âI wasnât sure if it was doing him any good, but then we met you, and I swear to god I havenât seen him smile this much in ages. Heâs been so happy, so in love, itâs beenâshit, I donât even know what else I can say other than thank you. Youâve made my best mate himself again, andâŠI think I owe you everything for that.âÂ
You know there are other parts of his sentence that you should be paying attention toâbeing the reason Lando feels like himself again, making him happyâbut only one thing echoes at the very forefront of your brain. âHeâs in love with me?âÂ
Maxâs eyes widen almost comically at the realization of what heâs just done. The juxtaposition of the heartfelt conversation youâve had up until this point with the sudden exaggerated panic in his eyes wouldâve cracked you up had you not been stunned by what heâd just let loose. âI really need to learn how to keep my fucking mouth shut.âÂ
âLando told you he was in love with me?â You press. Youâd kick him under the table, but then youâd risk waking up the subject of your conversation. Max just blinks at you, probably trying to figure out a way out of this. âMax.âÂ
âFuck, fine! Yeah, he told me.â You raise an expectant brow for him to elaborate. âJesus, did you want a timestamp? He said, I think Iâm falling in love with her.âÂ
âHe thinks?âÂ
âWell, I donât know! Iâm not a mind reader, am I?â He huffs. Upon seeing your brows furrow, he sighs. âBut if I could read his mind, Iâd say yes. Iâve known LandoâŠshit, I dunno, ten years now? And Iâve never seen him like this with anyone else before. Youâre special to him.âÂ
âHeâs special to me too,â You say softly, stroking a thumb over Landoâs knuckles gently. It should feel strange how much you feel for this boy and how strong those feelings are, but for some reason, it doesnât. It feels exactly right.Â
âI feel obligated to give you the usual âhurt my best friend and Iâll hurt youâ bit, but I know you wonât. Youâve been a great friend these last couple weeks, and I trust you with him. I trust that youâll love him as much as he loves you. You do, donât you?âÂ
You sigh, chuckling softly. âFigured out that one easily too, havenât you?âÂ
âPlease, Iâve known since the day you lot came round ours for the barbeque. And both of you are shit at hiding things, by the way. Youâd be terrible spies.âÂ
âThanks, Max. Seriously.âÂ
âFor calling you a crappy liar? Youâre welcome, I guess?â Heâs only joking, but you know he knows what you mean. Max is a really good guy, a really good friend, both to you and to Lando. âAnd if he ever hurts you, loop me in. Iâll give him a proper beating for hurting my friend.âÂ
âOh, I will. Avoid the face though, I kinda like it.âÂ
Max snorts, shaking his head playfully. âYeah, heâs got a nice mug, that one. Real moneymaker.â
The moneymaker is drooling a little bit with his cheek smushed up against your leg, but you pay it no mind. He still looks good.Â
Heâs actually starting to look like your whole world, all wrapped up into one perfectly flawed human being.Â
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SEE YOUR MAN IS A MAN BUT HE AIN'T ME / SEE THAT * CAN'T BE WHAT HE CAN'T BE ââ BUECKERSâ”
how you can help palestine part one part three
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 â ââ â warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. fingering, oral (r receiving), more cheating, mentions of alcohol, ugly ass bf (ewww)
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"that's what i fucking said!" you shouted into the phone, frustration evident in your voice.
you glanced at your nails, trying to keep your temper in check as your boyfriend's rant continued on the other end of the line. his shouting about god knows what was getting on your nerves, especially since you were at paige's place, getting ready for a party.
paige leaned against the doorframe, her eyes full of concern as she watched you. she could hear your boyfriend's muffled yelling from across the room and raised an eyebrow in silent question.
you sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. "look, i can't do this right now. i'm at p's right now, and we're about to head out. we'll talk later," you said, trying to end the call.
"don't hang up on me!" your boyfriend snapped, his voice loud enough that even paige could make out his words. she frowned, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to you.
"my god, this shit is exhausting!" you said, exasperation coloring your tone. "we're on break, okay? this is the exact reason why we are on the break in the first place, i'm tired of you!"
paoge reached out and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. she mouthed, "hang up," and you nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for her support.
"bye, i'll talk to you later." you said firmly, ending the call despite your boyfriend's protests. you dropped your phone onto the bed and took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger bubbling inside you.
paige stepped closer, her hands gently cupping your face. "you okay?" she asked softly, her eyes full of concern.
you nodded, though your frustration was still evident. "yeah, just... sick of his shit. he's always yelling about something."
paige's thumbs brushed lightly against your cheeks. "you don't have to put up with that, you know."
"i know," you sighed, leaning into her touch. "it's just... complicated."
paige gave you a small, understanding smile. "it doesn't have to be."
you looked at her, searching for comfort in her steady gaze. "let's just get ready for the party, needa forget about him for a while."
paige nodded, her smile widening. "sounds like a plan."
you both continued getting ready, the atmosphere lightening as paige started making jokes and playfully teasing you. she helped you pick out an outfit, her eyes lingering on you with a mix of admiration and something else you couldn't quite place.
"if he saw me wear this, i swear he'd lose his shit," you laughed as you eyed yourself through the reflection.
paige rolled her eyes. "you know this is a free country right? he's just an insecure fuck."
you laughed as you glanced at the blonde, you could see her gaze lingering on your ass for a little longer than a friend should have. you felt your cheeks heat up as you licked your lips, choosing to ignore it. paige had always admired you; she's never hid the fact she thought you were hot from you.
"you're just saying that 'cause you have better taste," you teased, adjusting the hem of your shirt.
Paige smirked, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "damn right i do. and you look amazing."
your blush deepened, but you tried to play it off with a laugh. "thanks, p. you always know how to make me feel good."
"that's what i'm here for," she replied with a wink.
the sound of your phone buzzing interrupted the moment. you glanced at the screen, seeing a long text from your boyfriend. you sighed, feeling the weight of his constant questioning pressing down on you.
"let me guess," paige said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "nother 'concerned' message from mr. clingy?"
"yep," you replied, tossing your phone onto the bed. "it's like he can't let me breathe."
paige grabbed your phone, skimming through the text before scoffing. her expression was amused as she met your gaze before you both burst out in laughter. "fuck," she just swiped the message from your notification center before glancing up at you.
as you finished getting ready, you could feel the excitement building. the prospect of a night out with paige and your girls was exactly what you needed to escape the stress and tension. paige handed you a pair of heels, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"these will complete the look," she said, helping you slip them on.
you stood up, wobbling slightly on the unfamiliar height. paige steadied you, her hands warm and reassuring on your waist. "careful there, cinderella."
you laughed, feeling a genuine happiness that had been missing for a while. "thanks, prince charming."
she chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "anytime, princess."
with one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and headed out the door, paige by your side. the drive to the party was filled with laughter and easy conversation, a stark contrast to the earlier argument with your boyfriend. by the time you arrived, you felt lighter, more carefree.
the party was in full swing when you walked in. music pulsed through the air, and people filled every corner of the house. paige stayed close to you, her presence a comforting anchor in the chaos. you spotted your girls in the crowd and waved, making your way over to them.
"finally!" aaliyah exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "we thought you were never gonna get here."
"sorry," you said with a laugh, returning the hug. "had some... complications."
nika raised an eyebrow, glancing at paige. "complications, huh? everything okay?"
"yeah," paige answered for you, her hand resting lightly on your back. "just some boyfriend drama. but we're here to have fun, right?"
"right!" aubrey agreed, handing you a drink. "let's forget about the drama and enjoy the night."
as the night went on, you found yourself relaxing more and more. paige stayed by your side, her playful banter and easy confidence helping you forget about your earlier argument. at one point, you caught her looking at you with a soft smile, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest.
"thanks for being here," you said quietly, leaning in so she could hear you over the music.
"always," paige replied, her eyes sparkling with sincerity.
you felt a rush of gratitude and something deeper, something that made your heartbeat a little faster. for the first time in a while, you felt truly happy, surrounded by friends and free from the weight of your boyfriend's constant demands.
as the party continued, someone suggested doing body shots. the idea was met with enthusiastic cheers, and before you knew it, you were being pulled towards the center of the room. paige's eyes lit up with excitement as she nudged you playfully.
"come on, it'll be fun!" she said, her grin infectious.
you laughed, feeling a mix of nervousness and thrill. "okay, okay! who's going first?"
aubrey handed you a shot glass filled with tequila and a slice of lime. "why don't you start, and paige can go next?"
you glanced at paige, who winked at you. "let's do it."
you lay down on the makeshift bar setup, feeling the cool surface against your back. the room erupted in cheers and whistles as Paige leaned over you, her eyes locked onto yours. she sprinkled salt on your stomach, her touch sending shivers down your spine.
"ready?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.
"yeah," you replied quietly, your heart racing.
paige licked the salt off your skin, her tongue warm and soft against your flesh. she quickly took the shot, her eyes never leaving yours, and then bit into the lime that had been in your mouth.
"your turn, princess," paige said, her voice a little breathless as she helped you up.
you switched places, your hands trembling slightly as you poured the tequila and placed the lime slice in her mouth. paige lay back, her eyes watching you intently. you sprinkled the salt on her stomach, your fingers brushing against her skin, and felt the tension between you intensify.
"go for it," paige encouraged, her eyes dark with anticipation.
you leaned down, licking the salt from her skin, the taste mingling with the warmth of her body. you took the shot quickly, the burn of the alcohol mixing with the rush of adrenaline. as you bit into the lime, you looked into paige's eyes and saw the same heat and desire mirrored there.
the room around you seemed to fade away as you finished the shot, your focus entirely on paige. she sat up slowly, her face inches from yours, and you could feel her breath on your lips.
"that was hot," paige breathed out with a chuckle.
you licked your lips as her eyes kept glancing to your lips, a smirk evident on hers. the moment was charged with unspoken tension, the air thick with possibilities. for a second, you thought paige might lean in and kiss you, but the spell was broken by the sound of laughter and cheers from your friends.
"who's next?" aubrey called out, oblivious to the moment you and paige had just shared.
you stepped back, your heart still pounding, and forced a smile. "yeah, yeah."
paige's hands found your hips as she led you away from the crowd, her touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. she followed you, your mind racing and your body still tingling from the shared intimacy of the body shots. the party's noise and energy seemed to blur into the background as you both made your way to a quieter corner of the room.
"that was fun," paige said, her voice low as she glanced back at you.
you nodded, your breath catching in your throat. "yeah, it was."
paige's eyes softened, and she gave you a small, reassuring smile. "you okay?"
"yeah," you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. "haven't done body shots in a while," you forced out a chuckle as paige kept her eyes glued on you.
paige chuckled, her thumb brushing against your side. "yeah well maybe we needa do more, huh?"
you laughed as you nodded, paige joining in a few moments after. the two of you stood there for a moment, the party continuing around you but feeling distant and detached.
the party continued and you found yourself drinking a little more than you should have. the buzz of alcohol dulled the edges of your anxiety, making everything feel softer and more manageable. paige stayed close by, her presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos of the party.
you felt lighter, freer, and more attuned to the warmth of the people around you. you stole glances at Paige, noticing the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed and how her smile seemed to light up the room.
someone suggested playing another round of truth or dare, and the group eagerly agreed. you and Paige found yourselves back in the circle, this time sitting even closer, your legs brushing against each other. the game began again, and the dares grew bolder and the truths more revealing â you didn't expect anything less of college aged people.
when it was your turn, you hesitated for a moment before choosing "dare." you were feeling bold, the alcohol giving you a boost of confidence.
"i dare you to go into the closet with p for seven minutes in heaven," they declared, their eyes dancing with excitement.
the room erupted in cheers and laughter, and you felt your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. you glanced at paige, who raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"well, shall we?" paige asked, extending a hand to help you up.
you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you took her hand. the group continued to cheer and tease as you and paige made your way to the closet. once inside, paige closed the door behind you, and the noise from the party was muffled, leaving you in a small, dimly lit space with her.
the air between you was charged with tension, and you could feel your pulse quicken. paige leaned against the door, her eyes locked onto yours.
"guess we have seven minutes," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
you swallowed hard, your mind racing. "yeah, seven minutes."
paige took a step closer, her gaze intense. "what do you want to do with those seven minutes?"
you laughed, shaking your head. "you're such a horny fuck, paige."
"me? never," she laughed but her eyes didn't leave your face. "you're just really hot, i mean... look at what you're wearin' princess, i can't help it."
it seemed the alcohol had also given paige a boost of confidence, making her bolder than usual. she took another step closer, her body inches from yours, the heat between you palpable.
"really gonna blame it on what i'm wearing?" you teased. "pretty sure you've been looking at me like this all night."
paige's smile turned mischievous. "maybe i have. what are you gonna do about it?"
your breath hitched at her words, the challenge in her eyes making your pulse race even faster. you felt a surge of bravery, fueled by the tension and the alcohol in your system. stepping closer, you reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, your fingers lingering on her cheek.
"i think i'll do this," you murmured, leaning in and closing the gap between you.
your lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the world outside the closet fading away. paige responded eagerly, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you closer. the kiss deepened, and you felt a rush of heat spread through your body, the intensity of the moment consuming you both.
paige's hands roamed over your back, her touch sending shivers down your spine. you lost yourself in the sensation, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pressed your body against hers. the kiss became more urgent, a release of all the unspoken feelings that had been building between you for what felt like forever.
breaking the kiss for a moment, paige's forehead rested against yours, her breath warm on your lips. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
"wonder how your little boyfriend would feel about this, huh, princess?" she teased as you rolled your eyes.
"shut up," you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
you captured her lips again, silencing her teasing with another passionate kiss. paige's hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, your bodies pressed together in the small closet.
the intensity between you was electric, each touch, each kiss fueling the fire that had been smoldering for so long. you could feel paige's heart beating against yours, the rhythm matching the wild pace of your own. her hands slid down to your hips, her fingers gripping you firmly, grounding you in the moment.
she pushed you against the table that was set behind you, a groan leaving her lips as she did so. the edge of the table pressed into your back, but the discomfort was overshadowed by the intensity of paige's kiss. her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate need.
you wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer, the heat between you building with each passing second. paige's hands roamed over your body, her touch both gentle and demanding. she trailed kisses down your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in her wake.
"paige," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers tangling in her hair.
she lifted her head, her eyes dark with desire as she looked at you. "wanted this for so long," she confessed, her voice husky and filled with longing.
"me too," you admitted, your heart racing. "i've tried to ignore it, but i can't anymore."
paige's lips curved into a small smile, her hands sliding under your shirt, her fingers brushing against your bare skin. "then don't," she murmured, her lips finding yours again in a searing kiss.
as the kiss intensified, paige's hands moved to the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside. her eyes roamed over your exposed skin, her gaze filled with admiration and desire. she leaned in, pressing kisses along your collarbone, her hands exploring every inch of you.
you arched into her touch, your breath hitching as she trailed her fingers down your sides, leaving a path of tingling sensations. paige's lips found your ear, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you laughed softly, your hands sliding down her back. "good," you replied, your voice laced with a mix of teasing and sincerity.
paige's hands moved to your waist, her fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. "can i?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and hesitation.
you nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "yes."
with a swift motion, paige unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them down your legs. her hands caressed your thighs, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. she looked up at you, her eyes filled with an intense longing that mirrored your own.
"need you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
you cupped her face in your hands, pulling her in for another kiss. "'m yours," you replied, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation.
paige's eyes darkened with desire, her hands moving to your underwear, sliding them down with a slow, deliberate motion. she kissed her way down your body, her lips leaving a trail of fire as they moved lower and lower. the sensation was overwhelming, your body trembling with anticipation.
she quickly straightened up, lifting you up into the table easily. her hands found your hips, and she pulled you forward, your bodies pressed together in a feverish embrace. you could feel the heat radiating from her as her lips traveled back up your body, tracing a path of desire that left you breathless.
when her mouth found yours again, the kiss was hungry and desperate, a reflection of the emotions that had been building between you for so long.
paige's hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of your body with a reverence that made you shiver. she took her time, savoring every moment, every reaction she elicited from you. her touch was both tender and commanding, a perfect balance that left you craving more.
as her hands moved to your breasts, you gasped, arching into her touch. paige's mouth followed the path of her hands, her lips and tongue teasing your sensitive skin. the combination of her touch and the cool air of the closet sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it hard to think about anything other than the woman in front of you.
"paige," you breathed out, your voice trembling with need. "please."
she looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire. "tell me what you want, princess."
you bit your lip, trying to find the words. "i want you... no.. i need you to touch me."
paige's smile was both tender and wicked as she complied, her hands sliding down your body with a slow, deliberate motion. when her fingers finally found your wet pussy, you let out a soft moan, your head falling back as the pleasure overwhelmed you.
she moved with a skilled precision, her fingers teasing and exploring, driving you to the edge with every touch. the sensations were almost too much to bear, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. paige's name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper, a plea for more.
and she gave it to you, her movements becoming more insistent, her touch more demanding. the world outside the closet ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in this moment of raw, unrestrained passion. every caress, every kiss, every whispered word pushed you closer to the brink, until you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"fuck," you gasped, your hands gripping her shoulders as you felt yourself reaching the peak. "'m so close."
paige leaned down, ignoring your pleas and spread your legs further. her lips found your cunt, her tongue delving into it as she began to devour you like you were her last meal. your hand found her hair, your legs wrapped around her head as you cried out.
"fuckfuckfuck, please," your makeup was running at this point but you didn't care anymore, you just needed to cum.
as soon as her tongue became flicking your clit, the coil in your stomach snapped as you let out a sob of pure pleasure. "oh my god!"
when the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, you collapsed against her, your breath coming in ragged gasps. paige sat up as her arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you both tried to catch your breath.
for a moment, there was only the sound of your breathing, the world outside the closet a distant memory. then paige pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours with a mix of tenderness and concern.
"you okay?" she asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
you nodded, a smile spreading across your lips. "more than okay. that was... amazing."
"aw, sweetheart. does he fuck you like that?" paige joked as you rolled your eyes. her finger swiped below your eyes, removing the mascara that was running down your face.
you playfully smacked paige's arm, trying to suppress the laughter that bubbled up. "shut up," you teased, feeling a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration from the intimacy you'd just shared.
paige chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "hey, just curious. gotta know how i compare," she said, her tone light.
you rolled your eyes again, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "you're impossible," you muttered, but your smile gave you away.
paige's finger gently swiped beneath your eyes, removing the smudged makeup. "there," she said softly, her touch lingering on your cheek. "all better."
the moment was tender, filled with unspoken words and shared emotions. paige's thumb brushed against your skin, her eyes locking onto yours. for a second, the world outside seemed to disappear again, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of newfound intimacy.
but the bubble burst as the closet door opened suddenly, and nika stood there, her expression with urgency. "guys, sorry to interrupt," she said, glancing between the two of you, "but your boyfriend just showed up."
your heart dropped at her words, the elation from moments before evaporating instantly. "what?" you exclaimed, stepping away from paige.
nika nodded, her brows furrowed with annoyance. "yeah, he's here, and he looks pissed. he was asking about you."
paige's expression darkened, her protective instincts kicking in. "great," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "just what we needed."
you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "guess o have to go talk to him," you said reluctantly, the weight of reality crashing back down on you.
paige stepped closer, her hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "you want me to come with you?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.
you hesitated for a moment, then shook your head. "no, it's fine. i need to handle this on my own." You squeezed her hand back, grateful for her support. "but thank you."
you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation ahead. with a final look at Paige, you stepped out of the closet, nika leading the way to where your boyfriend was waiting.
he was standing in the living room, his face a storm of emotions. as soon as he saw you, his eyes narrowed, and he strode towards you. "where the hell have you been?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger and frustration.
you squared your shoulders, trying to remain calm. "i've been at the party," you replied evenly. "what's your problem?"
"my problem?" he echoed, his voice rising. "you've been ignoring my calls and texts! and now i find out you've been hiding in a closet with paige?"
"first of all, it's a game!" you shot back, using the same tone he was. "ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?"
"that sure as hell was more than seven minutes, babe." his eyes flashed with anger and hurt, but he took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself. "but you didn't answer my calls or texts. what's going on with us?"
you sighed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you. "i told you, we need space to figure things out. this break was supposed to help us do that."
he stared at you for a moment, then looked away, his jaw clenched. "i just... i don't want to lose you," he said, his voice softer now, tinged with desperation.
your heart ached at his words, the conflict within you growing. "don't want to lose you either," you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. "but we need to work on our issues. we can't keep having these fights all the time."
he nodded slowly, his expression softening. "okay, i get that. but seeing you with paige... it just messed with my head."
"nothing's happening with Paige," you lied, trying to reassure him and keep the peace. "it was just a game. you have to trust me."
he looked at you, searching your eyes for the truth. after a moment, he nodded again, though his expression was still troubled. "alright. i trust you. but we need to talk about this. really talk."
you nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. "we will. but not here, not now. let's just try to enjoy the rest of the night, okay?"
He took a deep breath and then reached out to take your hand. "okay. but promise me we'll talk soon."
"promise," you said, squeezing his hand. "we'll figure this out."
with that, the tension between you seemed to ease slightly. you both turned and headed back into the house, the noise and energy of the party a stark contrast to the heavy conversation you had just had. as you reentered the party, you spotted paige watching you from across the room, her eyes filled with concern.
you gave her a small, reassuring nod, and she responded with a tentative smile. you knew this wasn't over, and there would be more conversations, more decisions to make. but for now, you were trying to hold on to the fragile peace you had managed to create.
throughout the rest of the night, your boyfriend stayed close by your side, his presence a constant reminder of the complexity of your feelings. paige didn't really give a fuck, she was still by your side, her hand always seemed to be on your shoulder or arm (she knew she'd get her ass beat if she touched your back or hips, where her hands usually would be).
when the time came to leave, your boyfriend offered to drive you home. as you said your goodbyes to your friends, paige pulled you aside for a moment.
"you okay?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with concern.
you nodded, though your heart felt heavy. you glanced behind you, looking at your boyfriend whose gaze was stuck on you and paige. "yeah, i'm okay. thanks for everything tonight."
paige gave you a small smile. "anytime, princess. just... take care of yourself, alright?"
"i will," you promised, giving her a hug. "we'll talk later."
paige's arms embraced you tightly, as she gave you a kiss on your head. she looked up to meet your boyfriend's eyes, giving him a smirk before she licked her lips, her eyes finding yours again.
"i love you," she muttered.
"i love you too, p." you managed a smile as you both leaned away.
paige looked up to see your now, seething boyfriend. she gave him a smile as she waved all in the mask of politeness. god, how she loved pushing his buttons.
your boyfriend's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he returned paige's wave with a curt nod. you could see the storm brewing behind his eyes, and you knew that once you were alone, there would be a lot to talk about.
"let's go," your boyfriend said tersely, his voice barely masking his anger.
"yeah," you replied, glancing one last time at paige. she gave you a reassuring nod, her eyes softening with concern.

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Your last relic has given me many thoughts! One being a 3some of Willy and Knies. Knies thinks he knows everything there is about pleasing women and Willy shows him that he in fact knows nothing.
Oh absolutely, this combo is definitely one of my top favourites too! đș And honestly, who better to guide the baby Leafs than our calm, collected, and ever-so-charming Swedish boyfriend?
Hopefully I captured even a hint of what you had in mind when it comes to Williamâs gentle yet confident teaching vibes đ
Tropes & warnings: Matthew Knies x reader x William Nylander, Friends to lovers, Smut 18+: Threesome (M/M/F), Oral sex (f receiving, m receiving), Vaginal sex (protected), DVP, Praise kink, soft dom vibes, Gentle guidance, reverence, aftercare
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Bed Chem I William Nylander x reader x Matthew Knies â
The moment the final buzzer went off, the building erupted.
You werenât on the ice, but somehow you felt it all the sameâthat pulse of adrenaline, the eruption of joy that cracked through the walls of Scotiabank Arena like a sonic boom. The Toronto Maple Leafs had clinched a playoff spot, and the city was electric. So were the players. So were you.
The locker room had been a mess of champagne sprays and booming music, post-game interviews overlapping with spontaneous shouts and camera flashes. But by the time you reached the dimly lit rooftop bar uptown, the energy had mellowed into something warmer. The buzz of victory still hung in the air, but it was laced now with alcohol, cigarette smoke from the balcony, and the sort of grins that came from knowing a seasonâs worth of grit had finally paid off.
You arrived with a couple of the WAGs, but it didnât take long for Matthew to find you.
âThere she is,â he said, looping an arm around your shoulders like it was second nature. âThought you were gonna ghost us after the win.â
You gave him a look, amused. âYou think Iâd miss a party full of sweaty men and overpriced cocktails?â
âYeah,â he said with a crooked smile. âBut only because youâre smarter than all of us.â
He tugged you toward the bar, ordering you a drink before you could even ask. He remembered your go-to without questionâof course he did. Youâd been there through enough of his rough nights and quiet ones, holding space and talking him down when the city felt too big, too loud. Heâd always said you made it easier.
Tonight, he was golden. Laughing freely, glow from the overhead string lights catching in his tousled curls. You stayed close, not because you felt like you had toâbut because being near Matthew always felt like choosing warmth in a cold room.
âYou sticking to your usual?â you asked, nodding to the beer in his hand.
He glanced down at the label and made a face. âI dunno, I might need to branch out. Try something more⊠mature.â
âOh yeah?â you teased, sipping your drink. âLike a whiskey sour?â
âLike a wine spritzer,â he deadpanned.
You choked on your drink mid-laugh, earning a proud smirk from him. That was how the night flowedâeasy, playful. Youâd drifted in and out of conversations with other guys, teammates leaning over to toast, make a joke, ask you how work was. But Matthew always came back, his hand at the small of your back, his laugh ready for your next sarcastic quip.
You werenât blind to how the others saw it. Youâd heard the chirps. The âWhenâs the wedding?â comments. The knowing glances. But it wasnât like that. You were closeâhad been since the day heâd landed in Toronto, fresh-faced and already exhausted by the noise. Youâd been his anchor.
Still, as you leaned against the bar beside him now, the air between you felt⊠warmer than usual. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the way his thumb absently brushed your wrist. Maybe it was the fact that, for once, you didnât feel the need to pull away.
And thatâs when Mitch, two beers deep and already in rare form, decided to start chirping.
âMattie, be honest,â he called out across the lounge. âYou bring your own PR girl out for moral support, or is this part of your new strategy?â
Matthew didnât flinch. âSheâs just here to keep me humble.â
You rolled your eyes, but Mitch wasnât done.
âNo seriouslyâdude acts like heâs a girl whisperer just âcause he got a couple swipe rights after a hat trick.â
âThat was one time,â Matthew muttered.
âI bet he still thinks making a girl laugh is enough to get her off,â Mitch added, practically giggling now.
You turned your head toward Matthew, sipping your drink with a smirk. âIs that true, Kniesy? Is that your big secret weapon?â
His eyes flicked to yours, somewhere between defensive and amused. âMaybe⊠you know, Iâm very attentive.â
âOh, so youâve read a womenâs magazine before.â
âHey,â he said, leaning in, âI didnât say Cosmo wasnât a resource.â
Laughter broke across the group. Even you giggledâgenuinely. He was good at that, at making you laugh without trying too hard.
And still, you felt it: a shift in the air. The faint buzz of someone watching.
You turned your head, casually scanning the room.
William stood near the windows. Alone.
A glass of something amber in his hand, one foot crossed over the other, posture relaxedâbut his eyes were trained on you. He looked like something out of a noir film. Gold hair curling slightly at the nape of his neck, sharp jaw highlighted in low light, blue eyes unreadable but unwavering.
You hadnât spoken much tonight. A few words in passing. A gentle squeeze of your elbow when you first arrived. But you knew that look. Youâd felt it before.
William Nylander didnât hover. He didnât chase. But he watchedâespecially when it came to you. Not possessive. Not overt. Just⊠watchful. Like someone who kept the perimeter clear without ever needing to be asked.
You turned back to your drink before your thoughts could spiral.
âSo,â Matthew said, leaning in with a grin. âBack me up here. You do think Iâm a good listener, right?â
You raised an eyebrow. âI think youâre an excellent listener. When it comes to Spotify playlists and Uber Eats orders.â
âOuch.â
âIâm just saying,â you shrugged, teasing. âYour success rate with women might have less to do with skill and more to do with⊠face symmetry.â
Matthew groaned. âUnbelievable.â
You leaned into his shoulder, whispering just loud enough for only him to hear. âYouâre cute. Youâve got a good heart. But I donât think you know quite as much as you think you do.â
He looked down at you, playful spark dimming just a bit into something more earnest. âSo teach me.â
The words hung between you for a beat longer than they should have.
You didnât even get a chance to respond before William joined your side.
He didnât say anything. Just stepped in, sitting close enough that his arm brushed yours. He was still holding his drink, but his attention was fully on the two of you now. And Matthewâbless himâsat up straighter.
Williamâs voice was quiet but firm. âSome lessons take more than charm.â
Matthew blinked. âWasnât asking you, bro.â
âI know,â William replied, eyes still on you. âBut maybe she should.â
Your pulse jumped.
The banter was still there. The teasing. But something else had slipped underneath it. Something sharper. He wasnât just joking. And neither were you.
You swallowed, trying to mask the heat rising in your chest. The room had shifted, and you werenât sure if it was the alcohol or the way both of them were looking at you nowâlike you were something worth studying. Something worth sharing.
Somewhere deep in your gut, you felt it:
This night was far from over.
_
It was always like that with team nights outâone moment the room was buzzing, too full, too loud, everyone trying to shout over each other, and the next it was emptying out, drinks half-finished, jackets thrown over shoulders, plans whispered between teammates as they slipped out in pairs or small groups.
You hadnât noticed how late it was until you checked your phone. Past one.
Someone had changed the playlist from classic bar bangers to something smoother, bass-heavy, the kind of rhythm you felt in your chest before you even recognised the song. The laughter had faded. The clinking glasses, too. And when you finally looked up from the low leather couch, it hit youânearly everyone had left.
Nearly.
Matthew was still beside you, legs spread, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh, leaning forward now like the weight of the day had finally hit him. He looked relaxed. Buzzed. Eyes soft and cheeks still faintly flushed.
William stood a few feet away, now with his drink abandoned on the edge of a side table. He was rolling the hem of his sleeve with slow, careful fingers, like he had nowhere else to be.
You wet your lips, heart skipping when the silence held. It wasnât awkward. But it wasnât casual either.
Matthew exhaled a short laugh. âDidnât realise we were the stragglers.â
âOr the smart ones,â William offered, finally sitting down in the armchair across from you both.
You watched the way he lounged into it, like his body already knew how to own a space before his mind even tried. William was⊠intimidating in the quiet. Not because he was trying to beâbut because there was something about his silence that felt like a secret.
Matthew gave a half-smile. âGuess that means we get the afterparty.â
You stretched your arms above your head and hummed. âOr weâre just too stubborn to go home.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Matthew said. âI live for moments like this.â
âLike what?â
âThis,â he gestured around. âEnd of the night. No pressure. Just⊠honesty.â
You looked at him sideways, surprised.
William tilted his head. âThat usually comes after drink number six.â
âExactly,â Matthew grinned. âWeâve reached that stage.â
You didnât say anything at first, just let your gaze bounce between them. The air felt⊠different. Still warm, but thicker. Slower.
âSo,â Matthew said, suddenly glancing at you, âwhatâs the most honest thing youâve said to someone after midnight?â
You blinked. âThatâs a loaded question.â
âI know. Thatâs why I asked it.â
You smiled. âI told someone I was in love with their dog once.â
Matthew snorted. âThat tracks.â
You glanced at William. âYour turn.â
He looked at you, then at Matthew. âI told someone I didnât want just sex.â
That pulled the air tight.
Matthew blinked. You stared.
âWell, damn,â Matthew said softly. âDidnât expect you to go deep.â
William just shrugged. âHonesty, right?â
You looked at him a moment longer. The calm in his voice wasnât forced. There was no bitterness. But something flickered in his eyes. Something unreadable.
âWhat about you?â William asked, nodding at Matthew.
Matthew hesitated. Then smirked. âI once told a girl I could make her come just with my mouth.â
You burst out laughing. âNo, you didnât.â
He raised a hand in mock-defence. âHey, she agreed with me.â
âWas she unconscious?â
William chuckled. âThatâs the cockiest thing Iâve heard all week.â
Matthew grinned. âIâm just saying, Iâm good at what I do.â
You gave him a look, playful but sharp. âYou say that with a lot of confidence for someone who thought clitoral stimulation was a TikTok trend.â
Matthew feigned a gasp. âI did not!â
âYou did,â William added, unbothered. âIn the group chat. We all remember.â
âEt tu, Brute?â
You were laughing again, but something about the heat in your cheeks wasnât just from amusement. It was Matthewâs eyes on you, bold and youthful, and Williamâs steadier gazeâquiet, unreadable, but somehow deeper. You felt the shift again. That edge between teasing and something else. Something closer to a line neither of you had acknowledged yet.
You stretched your legs out across Matthewâs lap without thinking. He rested his hands lightly on your shins, thumbs brushing over your skin. Williamâs eyes followed the movement, slow and deliberate.
âYou know,â you said, tone light but voice quieter, âfor a guy who claims to be so good with women, you never really struck me as someone who⊠understood them.â
Matthew raised an eyebrow. âOh really?â
You nodded. âYouâre enthusiastic. And sweet. But I think you think enthusiasm can replace intuition.â
He looked genuinely intrigued. âSo what, I need a mentor?â
âMaybe,â you teased. âSomeone older. Wiser. More⊠Swedish.â
William didnât even blink. âYou offering your services?â
You paused. The words hung there.
Then you tilted your head. âMaybe I am.â
Matthew leaned back, mock serious. âAre we talking about, like⊠a coaching session?â
You smirked. âYou couldnât handle me, Kniesy.â
âTry me.â
William shifted in his seat, jaw flexing just slightly. âHe might try, but he wonât finish.â
Your breath hitched.
Matthew grinned, playing it cool. âYou think youâd do better?â
Williamâs gaze never left yours. âI know I would.â
Thatâs when it happened. That moment. The second when everything tipped sideways. Because you werenât joking anymore. And neither were they.
And God help you, but the idea didnât scare you. It thrilled you.
You took a breath, heart pounding. âWe could always find out.â The words slipped out softer than you expected. Barely more than a whisper.
Matthew blinked. âWaitâare you⊠serious?â
You looked between them. Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was the tension that had been brewing for years. Your pulse was screaming, but your gut was calm. âI trust you both,â you said. âAnd I⊠want to feel good. I want to be with people who know me. Who care.â
William leaned forward slowly. âWeâd never do anything you werenât sure about.â
Matthew nodded, eyes wide but sincere. âWeâd take care of you.â
You gave a slow, steady nod. âThen letâs go.â
No one moved for a moment. It was like the silence itself needed a second to process what had just happened.
Then William stood first, walking over to you and offering a hand. You took it without hesitation. Matthew followed close behind, grabbing his jacket and slinging it over one shoulder.
And as you stepped into the cool spring air, sandwiched between two men who suddenly looked at you like you were a star they couldnât stop orbiting, your chest tightenedânot in fear, but in anticipation.
Because this wasnât just a wild idea anymore.
This was happening.
And something told you⊠it would change everything.
_
Williamâs place was warm.
Not just physically, though the condo had that lived-in luxuryâsoft lighting, clean lines, the smell of cologne and something woodsy hanging faintly in the air. But the warmth came from something else. The quiet, steady kind. The way William held the door for you and Matthew. The way he let you walk in first like you belonged here.
Youâd been in this place beforeâgroup hangs, pre-game meet-ups, the odd Sunday movie night when the guys needed normalcy. But never like this. Never with this undercurrent humming beneath your skin, this sense that every movement was leading somewhere.
âCan I get you guys anything?â William asked, already shrugging off his jacket.
You shook your head, still standing in the entryway, heartbeat too loud.
âNo,â Matthew said softly. âI think weâre good.â
William looked over his shoulder at you, eyes darker now. âThen come here.â
You moved slowly, unsure but not nervous. Like stepping out onto a frozen lakeâyou could feel the tension beneath the surface, but something in you trusted it to hold.
Matthew trailed behind you, a step or two slower, his usual confidence muted now into something gentler. Watching you. Watching William.
You stood in the centre of the living room, just a breath apart, the three of you hovering like magnets waiting to be pulled together.
It was William who crossed the distance first.
His hand reached out, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your face toward his.
âYou sure?â he murmured.
You nodded. âYeah.â
His kiss was soft. Focused. Like heâd wanted to kiss you for a long, long time and was finally allowing himself the pleasure. It wasnât rushed. It wasnât greedy. It was knowing.
You leaned into it before you realised, one hand sliding up his chest, anchoring yourself to the steady beat of his heart.
When he pulled back, it wasnât far. Just enough to glance past youâto Matthew.
âCome here.â
Matthew obeyed. You felt his presence at your back, warm and close, as his hand found your waist and his lips grazed your neck.
âGod,â he breathed. âThis is⊠so much better than anything I ever imagined.â
You laughed softly, breath catching as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. âYou imagined this?â
âIâm a guy,â he said. âWe imagine everything.â
William chuckled low, one hand sliding along your arm. âThen stop imagining.â
And just like that, it began.
They moved with you, not at youâguiding you gently to the sofa, William sitting first and tugging you into his lap, your knees straddling him as Matthew settled beside you, hands brushing your thighs like a question.
You kissed William again, deeper now, more need curling beneath your skin. You felt Matthewâs lips at your shoulder, his hands climbing slowly up your torso, fingertips teasing beneath your blouse.
When he reached the first button, he paused.
âThis okay?â
You nodded.
One by one, the buttons came undone. Then Williamâs hands joined hisâwarm palms sliding up your back as they helped you ease out of the fabric.
Every touch felt intentional. Every movement filled with quiet reverence.
âYouâre beautiful,â Matthew whispered. âLike, unfairly.â
You turned your head and kissed himâMatthewâsoftly, testing the space between you, surprised by how natural it felt. How right. There was no hesitation, no awkward clash of lips. Just warmth. The heat of his breath mingling with yours as his mouth parted under the pressure, tasting of beer and something more.
Your fingers curled at his nape, drawing him in as you deepened it, emboldened by the low sound he madeâhalf sigh, half groan. His hands stayed respectfully on your waist, thumbs rubbing soothing circles just above the hem of your jeans, as though memorising the feel of your body, asking for permission with every pass of skin on skin.
Then you felt another pair of handsâsteady, sure, achingly familiar.
Williamâs.
They skimmed low, trailing from your ribs to your hips, where they caught the waistband of your jeans and knickers. He moved with careful intention, tugging them downward in one smooth, patient motion. You rose slightly, shifting your weight just enough to let him help you out of them completely.
The moment you were bare, the air hit your skinâcool, sharp, electric.
And then Williamâs mouth followed.
He kissed your inner thigh first, just above the knee, a slow drag of lips and breath that made you twitch. Then higher. Then higher still. You felt the stubble on his jaw graze you gently, his nose nudge soft skin as he pressed closer. And finally, the warmth of his breath against your core.
You couldnât help itâyou gasped.
His hands came to rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking soothing lines along their curve as he knelt between your legs. His eyes lifted to meet yours, sharp and dark and reverent, like he was about to say grace.
âIâve thought about this,â he murmured, more to himself than to you. âAbout tasting you. About making you fall apart.â
And then his mouth was on you.
Firm. Intentional. Unhurried.
His tongue swept through your folds with maddening precision, teasing before pressing flat against your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He moaned softly into you, and the vibration alone sent a bolt of heat through your spine.
Your back arched, hands scrambling for something to hold on to. One found his shoulder. The other slid into his hairâthick, soft, a little damp with sweatâand you tugged, instinctively, just enough to feel him groan in response. The sound went straight through you.
You could feel every detail. Every flick of his tongue. Every purposeful pause. Every moment he let his nose nudge against your thigh like he couldnât get close enough. It was overwhelming. And stillâsomehowâexactly what you needed.
Beside you, Matthew hadnât moved far. His breath was uneven now, chest rising and falling like heâd just sprinted a shift. He reached out with one hand, stroking the length of your arm with gentle reverence. His other hand cradled your jaw, grounding you in his presence as his lips found yours againâslow, coaxing kisses that gave you something to hold onto while William unraveled you below.
Your thighs began to shake. That pressureâlow, hot, coilingâwas building fast.
âW-Willy,â you gasped, hips tilting into his mouth.
And then he stopped.
Pulled back. Licked his lips.
You let out a soundâneedy, wrecked, half-whimper.
He just smiled. âYour turn,â he told Matthew, his voice rough and knowing.
Matthew looked like he might combust on the spot.
âIâI donât wanna ruin the fun,â he admitted, flushed to the ears, breath catching.
âYou wonât,â William said calmly, standing to his full height. âWatch. Listen. Then try.â
You moved in your position, pulse still racing, as you lay back on the couch, legs open and draped across the cushions in invitation. Matthew moved between them, eyes wide, searching your face like you were sacred scripture.
âOkay?â he asked quietly.
You nodded, offering a reassuring smile. âYouâve got this.â
He started slow. Tongue tentative. Hands a little unsure, but sweet. So sweet.
William crouched beside him, not touching either of youâjust guiding. âGo slower. Focus on the top. Feel her breathing. Let that guide you.â
Matthew listened. Really listened.
He adjusted. Tilted his head. Flattened his tongue. One of his hands splayed against your lower stomach, the other steadied your thigh, and he moaned when he felt you twitch beneath him.
Your breath caught.
He was definitely a quick learner. Smart and curious. And when he found that rhythmâpressure and pace just rightâyou let your head fall back with a cry.
âMattâoh my Godââ
He kept going. Determined now and focused. He sucked your clit a few times, and just like that you came, hard and fastâhips bucking, hands fisting the cushions, voice echoing through the room as the coil inside you snapped and pleasure rushed over you in waves.
Matthew pulled back slowly, lips shiny, eyes wide with something like awe.
âOh⊠yes,â he breathed, resting his head on your thigh like he couldnât believe what heâd just done. âThat wasâholy shit.â
William chuckled softly from above you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âTold you.â
You were still shaking, heart pounding, chest heaving.
And then they came back to you. William next to you on the couch, lifting you gently into his lap, kissing your temple. Matthew kneeling at your feet, stroking your calves as he gazed up at you with something between pride and disbelief.
And then, like theyâd rehearsed it, they kissed youâone on the neck, one on your lips. Like you were sacred. Like you were theirs.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were.
âMore?â William asked, his voice husky, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You nodded, breath shaky, body still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure.
âSay it,â he whispered, his hand trailing down your side, anchoring you with every touch. âTell us what you want.â
Your reply was a breath, a confession. âI want you. I want to feel you inside me.â
The air shiftedâlike something ancient and silent had just been summoned. They helped you up, warm hands on your arms and hips as you left the sofa behind and padded down the hallway together. William guided you into his bedroom, dimly lit and clean, with soft sheets and the faint scent of cedarwood lingering in the air. You could hear Matthew behind you, the slight catch in his breath, the soft creak of the floorboard under his weight.
Your back met the edge of the bed, and you sank down gently as you watched them both undress completely.Â
William stood at the foot of it, eyes dark with restraint as he reached into the nightstand drawer. He slid a condom out of the box, tore it open with ease, and rolled it on with a practiced hand, his gaze never leaving you. Then he climbed onto the bed, shifting beside you and drawing you gently to your side, body curled around yours.
His hands were everywhereâstroking your spine in long, grounding sweeps, massaging your hips with reverence, touching you like he was reminding himself you were real. One of your legs lifted to hook over his hip, welcoming him in.
He kissed your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, before positioning himself at your entrance.
And thenâslowly, carefullyâhe pressed in.
The stretch made your eyes flutter shut. You gasped, body arching instinctively as the fullness hit, his body molding to yours in the most intimate way. The heat of his chest at your back. The sound of his breath at your ear. It was more than sexâit was surrender.
You opened your eyesâand there was Matthew.
Standing in front of you, one hand loosely gripping the base of his cock, the other resting against his stomach. He was flushed, eyes heavy, lips parted as he watched William sink into you.
You reached for him. âCome here.â
He did.
You took him in your hand firstâslow, teasing strokes that made his hips twitchâbefore guiding him gently to your lips. You kissed the tip, then slid your mouth over him inch by inch, letting the moan in your throat reverberate around him.
William began to move behind you. Long, deep thrusts. Controlled. Reverent. His fingers tightened around your waist as he matched the rhythm of your mouth.
It was overwhelmingâin the best possible way. The push and pull. The heat. The rhythm of William moving inside you, the weight of Matthew on your tongue, their soft groans and praises surrounding you like a lullaby spun from sin and safety.
You were the centre of gravity. And you wanted more.
You pulled off Matthew with a whimper, lips wet, hand still stroking him slowly. âI want to feel you too,â you whispered to him. âPlease.â
They stilled.
Williamâs hand traced down your side, grounding you. Matthew looked at you like he was trying to memorise you.
A pause. Then Williamâs voice, low and careful: âYouâre sure?â
You nodded. âYes. I want this. I want both of you.â
William then gently pulled out before Matthew reached for a condom with shaking hands, tearing it open and rolling it on with quiet reverence. Then he lay back on the mattress, propped on pillows, arms open in invitation.
You climbed over him slowly, one knee on each side of his hips, gently and slowly guiding him to your entrance. You gasped as you eased down onto himâalready sensitive, already achingâand he moaned beneath you, hands flying to your hips like he couldnât believe you were real.
You rode him slowly at first, trying to catch your breath. But then William was behind you againâsteady, calm, the grounding presence he always was. He pressed soft kisses between your shoulder blades, hands sliding along your waist.
âLean forward for me,â he murmured.
You obeyed, bracing your hands on either side of Matthewâs head. His arms cradled your back, keeping you steady as William positioned himself again.
You felt himâhot and hardâat your entrance. And then, with excruciating care, he pushed inside.
The stretch made you cry out. Your fingers curled into the sheets. Your body trembled with the sheer intensity of it.
âYouâre doing so well, baby,â William breathed into your shoulder. âLet me in. Let us take care of you.â
They held still for a long moment, letting you adjust. Letting your body catch up to the sensation of being filled completely.
Thenâslowlyâthey began to move.
In sync.
One pushing while the other pulled. A rhythm of careful thrusts and reverent touches. Their hands roamed your body like you were art. Their lips brushed against your back, your shoulder, your neck. Matthewâs eyes locked with yours, wide and worshipful.
Youâd never felt anything like it. Not even close.
The pleasure was molten. Liquid. Spreading through you like wildfire. Your moans turned to cries. Their names spilled from your lips like prayers.
You came first.
It hit like a waveâyour body shuddering, your thighs quaking, your voice cracking as they held you between them, coaxing you through it.
Matthew followed next, gasping your name as he thrust deep one last time, head thrown back against the pillow.
William came lastâalways controlled, always composedâhis arms wrapping tightly around you as he buried himself fully, groaning into your skin as he let go.
And thenâŠ
Stillness.
Just the sound of breathing. The weight of their bodies. The lingering tremble in your limbs.
You collapsed between them, chest heaving, every nerve ending singing.
No one spoke. They didnât have to.
_
It was quiet.
Not the kind of silence that begged to be filledâbut the kind that settled in like a warm blanket, the kind that only followed something honest. Something real. Like your bodies had said more than words ever could, and now the quiet was just the breath between pages.
You lay between them. Skin still flushed, heartbeat finally slowing. Matthew beneath you, chest rising and falling, one hand still tracing lazy patterns up and down your back. William behind you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other splayed across your ribs like he never wanted to let go.
No one moved. Not really.
Matthew let out a low, exhausted chuckle.
âI canât feel my legs.â
You smiled, face buried against his chest. âCanât feel my brain.â
William kissed the top of your spine. âCanât feel bad about that.â
You laughed softlyâgenuine, a little sleepy. Your muscles ached, but not in a way that hurt. More like the echo of something good. Something earned.
They stayed close, touching you gently like you might disappear if they let go for even a second.
You shifted slightly, limbs heavy, letting your cheek rest against Matthewâs chest. His skin was warm. His heartbeat steady.
âI still feel like Iâm floating,â you murmured.
âSame,â he said, voice low, a little shy now. âThat wasâŠâ
He didnât finish.
He didnât need to.
Williamâs voice came from behind you, soft and steady. âYou were perfect.â
You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder.
âSo were you.â
He smiledâslow, tired, full of something that made your heart clench.
âI mean it,â he said. âYou didnât just⊠let us have you. You trusted us. That matters.â
Matthew nodded. âIt really does.â
You closed your eyes, letting the weight of those words sink in. Maybe it shouldâve felt overwhelming. Maybe you shouldâve been second-guessing everything. But all you felt was⊠full.
In every sense of the word.
âAlright,â William said, sitting up a little. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
You started to protest, but he was already easing you up, his hands gentle, movements unhurried. Matthew helped too, his touch soft, reverent, the teasing edge from earlier now replaced with something tender.
William disappeared into the ensuite, returning a moment later with a warm cloth and a bottle of water.
He crouched beside the bed, pressing the bottle into your hands. âSmall sips.â
You obeyed.
Then he brushed a damp cloth between your thighs, movements careful, almost clinicalâbut still loving. Like he was honouring the body heâd just worshipped.
You touched his wrist lightly, silently thanking him.
When he finished, he climbed back into bed beside you. You reached for him without thinking. Matthew rolled over too, pressing a kiss to your temple.
âWe should probably talk,â you whispered, unsure where the thought came from, but knowing it needed to be said.
âEventually,â William said, already pulling the covers up over all three of you. âBut not tonight.â
âYeah,â Matthew echoed. âLetâs just⊠be.â
You sank into the sheets, wrapped in warmth and the scent of their skin.
The weight of the moment finally settled in your chestânot heavy, but real.
Because this wasnât just some wild night. Not something youâd laugh about tomorrow and lock away in a mental file labelled âone-time mistakes.â
This was something else. Something that shifted tectonic plates you hadnât realised were movable.
You didnât know what tomorrow would bring. You didnât know what this meant for any of you.
But right now, in this bed, with two men who had just shown you more tenderness and reverence than youâd ever expected to receive in your entire lifeâright now, you werenât afraid.
You were seen. Held. Wanted.
And when you finally drifted off, tangled between Williamâs quiet strength and Matthewâs golden warmth, the last thing you felt was a kiss on your forehead⊠and a voice, low and steady, murmuring into the dark:
âSleep, baby. Weâve got you.â
#my asks#smut 18+#william nylander x reader x Matthew knies#william nylander imagine#matthew knies imagine#wn88 imagine#nhl smut#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagines
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pairing: vinnie hacker x male reader
request: vinnie hacker x femboy!reader, itâs readers bday and vinnie threw a costume party to celebrate him and they are having fun but after a while vinnie is sitting down and reader is sitting in his lap(heâs wearing a skirt and panties) and vinnie starts rubbing himself against readers ass and he tells reader to stand up for a sec and vinnie pulls his stuff out and pulls readers panty to the side and cockwarms him until vinnie gets tired and grabs him and brings him to the nearest room and fucks the shit out of him and makes him keep the skirt on and after they finish vinnie makes him sit on his face to clean his hole up and reader is just out of it
warnings: smut, cock warming, slight exhibition, ass eating, cum eating, cream pie, daddy kink, lil degradation
you were really happy when you found out vinnie was throwing a costume party for your birthday that you jumped in his arm and cheered loud enough to make him deaf, you obviously had to go out and pick out a slutty costume for your birthday and let's just say vinnie was surprised when you showed up to the party in it.
you walked through the door to blaring music and people drinking and dancing around and some telling you happy birthday, when you saw vinnie you ran into his arms hugging him "thanks for the party vinnie" you shouted over the music "anytime baby" vinnie says before taking in the sight of your outfit.
"and what exactly are you supposed to be" vinnie asks spinning you around "a slutty regina george, ya like it" you ask smiling widely "i love it" vinnie says before you drag him to the dance floor but not before grabbing a couple drink and downing a shot of whiskey, it burns your throat slightly.
you dance wildly as you sway your hips from side to side, infatuating vinnie with the way your ass wobbles with each step you take "ima go sit down im to tired for this" vinnie breathlessly says "no please stay with me" you pout pulling vinnie back into you "as much as i would love to my legs are getting weak but i'll be watching you" vinnie says giving you a kiss before walking over to one of the chairs near his friends and sitting down.
you continue to dance but now directing your dances to vinnie, him watching you through the sea of people, the way you feel your body up and down and sway your hips around for him as the provocative music blares, and in the dancing he catches a glimpse under your skirt to see you wearing nothing but some skimpy panties under it.
he readjusts his sitting position as a tent forms in his pants to your body, and after a while of you dancing you walk over to vinnie, obviously a little drunk and sit on his lap "how was your little dance party" vinnie asks wrapping his arm around your waist "tiring" you chuckle leaning back against his chest.
"hey quick question" vinnie asks "yeah" you reply "are you wearing panties under that skirt" vinnie whispers "yep" you smoothly say "and who were you planning on getting fucked by tonight" vinnie laughs "hopefully you" you smirk turning to kiss vinnie, leaving him wanting you even more now.
"that could be arranged" vinnie says rolling his dick against your ass making you jump a little "well then i hope it's fun when you do" you taunt making vinnie move to pin your legs open with his and run his hand along your thigh "what if i just do it right here" vinnie teases.
"fuck no" you sternly say "c'mon you wanna dress slutty you can take my cock in front of everyone it'll be a nice show" vinnie says vaguely kissing your neck "like c'mere" vinnie grunts lifting you up and pulling his pants down a little and pulling you panties to the side and lowering you on his dick.
"fuck" you lowly whimper holding onto vinnies thighs fr support "look here comes your friends" vinnies says setting his head on your shoulder and pointing to a couple of people heading your way "hey y/n" larray cheerily says approaching you.
"hey larray" you say trying to silence any moans that threaten to come out "i got you a gift" he says holding out a nicely wrapped present for you "t-thanks" you stammer feeling vinnie rut his hips up into you "well i'll talk to you later okay" larray says walking away.
"fuck you" you say hitting vinnies chest for almost getting you caught "please do" vinnie smirks leaning back into the chair "you're such a dick sometimes" you say bouncing up and down on vinnies dick but just enough to where no one suspects something "you better stop" vinnie sternly says.
"and what if i don't" you say confidently with a smug look and you bounce down on vinnie once more "fuck it" vinnies mutters before pulling you off his cock and tucking it back in his pants and dragging you through the halls to find a empty room, soon he finds and empty bedroom and brings you in, locking the door behind him.
you begin undressing "no no keep it on, i wanna fuck you like the slut you wanna dress like" vinnie says taking off his costume and putting you on the bed, face down but plump ass up "so fucking pretty" vinnie mutters feeling your ass as his member becomes harder, poking at your hole.
"please fuck me" you whine "of course" vinnie says spiting on his tip before pressing against your tight entrance with your panties pulled to the side and skirt up, he makes it fully in you and doesn't give you a single moment to get used to his size before he was thrusting into you quickly.
his hips were moving on their own as you sucked him in, his hips slamming into your ass "fuckkk you're so big vinnie" you moan longingly making vinnie twitch in you "yeah loves this ass so much" vinnie grunts holding your hips in place so you dont pull off his dick.
"m-more" you whimper matching his thrusts with you backing your ass onto his "you want me dick so bad huh" vinnie teases stopping his thrusts "no please keep fucking me" you beg "you can do it yourself " vinnies says smacking your ass and you reluctantly fuck yourself on his dick.
going back and forth as the room fills with your moans and vinnie cocky laughs "mhm such a good boy for daddy" vinnie groans feeling you suck him harder wanting his cum badly "you want me to fill this slutty hole up" vinnie asks bringing his hands back to your hips and resuming his thrusts.
"yes please" you moan feeling vinnies movement get harder and harder till it feels like he's bruising you walls "you feel so g-good hitting my walls vinnie" you loudly moan which is greatly covered by the music playing "yeah you feel so tight, want every drop of my cum" vinnie chuckles before throwing his head back.
he loudly grunts as he cums in you, his hips never stopping as he fucks his load deeper into you while you moan and cum yourself, your cum staining the bed, your spurts matching with his thrusts, vinnies basically fucking the cum out of you "yes daddy i love your dick so much" you whimper into the bed.
"such a good boy for me" vinnie says falling onto the bed and you next to him, he lays there for a while before an idea comes into his head "c'mere" vinnies says lifting you up and putting you over his face, your legs straddled on both sides of his face.
"what're you doing" you ask before moaning and gripping the head board as vinnies tongue prods at your hole eating you out with expertise "fuck" you whimper out as vinnies eats the cum out of you "you and i taste so good" vinnies says muffled, after vinnies finishes cleaning you out.
you fall down next to him "best birthday gift ever" vinnie questions "best birthday gift ever" you say in agreement
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race car driver eren<3!
warnings?; smut obvi, hint of jealousy.
speedracer!eren; who loves driving you around in his all black srt hellcat, has a personal ây/nâs seatâ tag in pink glitter on the bottom side of the passengerïżŒ seat. âbaby you didnât..â you looked back at eren who stood behind you with a huge smirk on his face staring down at you, waiting for your reaction. he was so proud in himself he knew youâd love it. you were hugging him tightly placing soft wet kisses onto his neck. âyou like it pretty? got it in pink for ya..â he groaned from under his deep voice as you kissed his chin and adams apple. feeling the vibration of his voice he spoke on your lips as you smirked to look up at him. âmm itâs beautiful my love, i love it.â you couldnât help but feel so giddy at erens actions he loved you.. he loved you as much as he did his precious car.
speedracer!eren; who got in trouble with you for driving so fast after his racing match taking you both home, still pumped up on adrenaline. âeren you hit this corner hard so god help me.â you said sternly looking at him, you hated when he drove fast. eren would think your being over dramatic everytime you told him to slow down. to him he doesnât think heâs going fast.. but i mean obviously is. âmm yeah beautiful.â heâd hum and stare at your pouted glossed lips giving them a long warm peck as he leaned over the arm rest to your seat. âno, im serious ren, âhate that shit.â you didnât react to his kiss and still kept stern. âaight yea baby i heard you..âm sorry yâknow i donât mean to.â he placed another kiss on your pouted lips that you eventually gave into. you hated when he raced also, i mean at a point it was too much and everytime youâd watch and support him from the side line your stomach would bubble and ache. every hard turn he took, the tumbling of the other cars on the side of him from getting hit by another, the anticipation waiting to see your husband cross the finish line and seeing the green flag wave so highly. the relief and squeal you would let out seeing him catch first place.
speedracer!eren; who proposed to you after he won his first game 4 years ago, youâd been dating him before his racing career. supporting him all the way with every decision he made, being by his side in moments of need.. vice versa. youâre his high school sweetheart, youâre his day one. eren loved showing you off, letting everyone know youâre his, will forever be and only. he took you to car shows that everyone expected you to be at, having you in the car of course as he showed out to everyone. driving circles with his driver friends who were right behind him shouting from their cars to the other people in the circle crowd. you deep down had a little hatred for the shows, you hadnât honestly realized how many women loved your man. screaming his name from the crowd, trying to walk up towards him for a autograph, batting their lashes at him to get his attention at his conferences. eren tried to act like he didnât notice, he did, but he didnât notice your attitude towards it.
speedracer!eren; âdonât act like you didnât notice how close she was trying to get to you, not to mention she SAT her hand on your shoulder while laughing.â you huffed out to eren after the dinner with some friends and employees at the racing center while he was driving home. all he could do was chuckle, thatâs all he ever did when you complained. you hated it , it was like eren never took you seriously. after your words you sat quiet in the car as he drove, nothing but the sound of the car revving. âwhy you bein so quiet?â eren turned his head towards you eyebrows furrowed scanning your every move as you sat there with crossed arms, looking out the window, your signature move. eren didnât answer you for a reason, he didnât understand why you were jealous. he never paid attention to anyone else, especially any other woman. why should you feel like someone could ever take your spot? he knew what you were feeling and your feelings were oh so understandable. he just couldnât have you thinking like that, he sighed and drove the whole way silent. youâd occasionally glance at him gripping the wheel and starring ahead of him not saying a word.
speedracer!eren; who finally got you both home, opening the car door for you and walking behind you silently into your shared home. you sighed and rolled your eyes at his silence and dropped your purse onto the counter walking towards your shared room. you were stopped and taken aback a bit by the force that slightly shoved you into the wall. eren had you put between both him and the cold wall behind you looking down at your eyes. his green orbs piercing into your own, like he was scanning your face all over again for the first time. âr-ren? whatâre you doing?!â you said in a confused and honestly irritated tone looking back up at him waiting for a answer. he didnât reply just tilting his head and raising his eyebrow at the way you spoke to him. he didnât like when you were mad at him, especially for something he didnât do. it wasnât intentional of letting the woman touch and flirt with him. he just ignored it and didnât care like the usual, his attention was fully forged on you the entire time anyway. âwho you talking to like that?â he was searching for a answer out of you. the scowl look on your face and you hurriedly crossing your arms made eren roll his eyes. he knew you were upset about the situation but what could he do? âyou! ren! now move please..i need to get in the showe-â eren scoffed hearing you speak, and grabbed your wrist before turning towards the room. you were so confused of the sudden movements but followed behind.
speedracer!eren; who fucked you all night, having you recite how much you meant to him. âyouâre daddies only girl right? nobody could replace you y/n.â he mumbled the last words while looking down at where you two were connected. the white ring forming from the last orgasm you had and his pre cum mixing, he was groaning from the sight and landed a hard smack to your ass to wake you up from your last orgasm. you were face into the pillow and yelped from the contact letting out a accidental moan at the stinging feeling. âstay up fâ me pretty..need you awake baby, wanna hear you repeat it.â eren spoke softly sliding in and out of you effortlessly. hitting your soft spongy spot over and over making a whimper leave your lips with every thrust into you. âmm yeah iâm daddies only g-girl! fuck!â your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you spoke and moaned your words. eren smirked hearing your words and decided to stop finally teasing and get you your last nut. thrusting faster, gripping tighter on your waist slamming you back onto his dick, and fucking into you. eren was a groaning mess and his thrust started to recklessly come on as he was finna nut. âcum with me pretty please baby, just wanna make you feel g-good..fuck.â eren plead out a breathy moan as he tilted his head, thrust sputtering as hot streamâs of cum swarmed your tummy. you came on his dick, gripping onto the sheets below you, eyes shutting tightly as you continued to still throw back on him to finish your nut. eren was gripping your waist tightly, biting his bottom lip and whimpering as he continued to release into your tight cunt. snapping his hips into you more as he drained himself into you. you were gripping him, literally milking his dick. eren sat with a half open mouth as he finished and groaned. setting his forehead on your shoulder from behind you, panting and rubbing up your back with a warm hand. he placed soft kisses onto the crook of your neck and back. âstop thinking you got competition with these bitches y/n, they could never be you baby. let alone breathe the same air as you my love..â eren mumbled into your shoulder as you both came down from your high. you were tired and fucked out but you listened to every word he spoke. you shouldnât be jealous, eren was wrapped around your finger as you were of him.
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You know... >.>
My Dad always used to tell me, if I get a Genuine Genie(tm)? Get a lawyer first. Before I make my Wishes(tm), so they can help me word them correctly.
Obviously, a human lawyer would not be foolproof... BUT! What about a Ghost Lawyer?
Like? Obviously Desiree would be PISSED. How DARE you twist HER wish twisting! Her THING is "what you believe is your heart's desire always comes at a terrible cost" which is what she DIED to learn.
So obviously she would NEVER, willingly, bend her Obsession for ANYONE. And you'd have to make a DAMN good case to that Lawyer for why he ISNT breaking the law by helping you. Probably some "you can: save the life of an unconscious person against their will/shove an unobservant person OFF the train tracks, even if they get hurt, to save their life" clause.
Like? Using a ghosts Obsession against them? Bad. Illegal.
Using it against their will, to save OTHER ghosts, who are in immediate danger? Not illegal, but they will be PISSED. Still not great though, you will want to apologize and fast.
So like??? Reality Bending Power. Patrick Star Method of "what if we MOVED the city... somewhere else?" Considered at 1am. Team of Ghost Laywers, acquired.
Amity and all Limnals are REMOVED from the DP-verse.
Wish worded juuuuust so. Any ghost that forms there? Yoink! Instantly removed to the Zone. Natural Portals? Cut off. Let the whole Reality fade out at an accelerated rate, as no NEW energy is fed into the system. Entropy will do, what entropy does. Exactly as they wished it.
They hated Death so much, they speed up the heat death of their ENTIRE universe by Eons. Congratulations, you guys "Won". Enjoy the wildly more fragile flora, fauna, and general ecosystems. Now that none of you have that ambient Ectoplasm strengthening your bodies. Yeah, the things you used to shrug off? Those are gonna maim or kill you now.
Doesn't MATTER if you "learn your lesson" though! Cause this is WAY past that point! This is "cutting off the tumor before it kills us" territory, and buddy? Amity ISNT the tumor. Go forth a grow, just like you wanted.
They won't be here to fix your messes anymore.
Because Danny got himself a dictionary thick "I Wish..." contract. Which was worded, as it needs to be, in one loooooooong run on sentence. Shouted "I Wish what's written on THIS, as it is currently, and without any form of editing or negotiation!" As fast as he could. Yote the document in Desiree's direction. And Flew like an INCANDESCENTLY pissed off Genie was trying to set his everything of fire.
Which she was.
Thankfully, Paulina came in clutch with her History of all things Jewelry, world fashions, and Make-Up knowledge. That, coupled with the Power Of Rich Friends(tm)? (Sam. Her mother was THRILLED to take her Jewelry and clothing shopping for something other then blacks and dark purple. They went on a jet setting whurl-wind tour. Sam actually kinda liked a some of what she found.)
They have Apology Bribes.
They shamelessly HIDE behind the mountain of Apology Bribes, while they explain themselves. Is Desiree HAPPY? No. But those bracelets are magnificent and she DOES deserve nice things. Those silks will really bring out her eyes. And she... DOES... admit...
Maybe...
That things are not... SAFE. Any longer. Danny TRIES. Everyone else can see it. And he's made incredible strides! Even convinced his lunatic parents. Though they're still not quite POPULAR. (WAY too pushy and invasive with their questions, for most people.) But the fanatics in white?
They nearly killed Box Lunch. If her father hadn't BEEN there...
And the poor man will have that scar on his back for the rest of his afterlife. Desiree can see why Danny is pushing. Does she LIKE it? No. But...
She supposes she will content herself with the suffering of the Fanatics in White and all who support them. THEIR wishes, twisted. Their ugly heart's desires.
Fine.
"SO YOU WISH IT. SO IT SHALL BE!"
And? The ghost town of what WOULD of one day grown into Amity, had the witch's there not been found by those they had fled from, which sits in long rotted ruins, amongst the trees in nowhere Illinois? Poof! Two "Towns" are switched.
The roads out of town coming to a clean line stop, meeting not even goat paths. Just trees. Old growth.
But it's not ALL of Town, is it? Faces missing. New, confused, faces from every corner of the map, taking their place. No Limnal left behind. No supporter of the GIWs genocide, brought along. Family's kept together where they could be. But by the few, scared and upset, green flashing eyes of children in the crowd?
It seemed for some, it was easier to fear and hate, then love their children.
Already they were being gathered up by school teachers and PTA parents. As everyone tried to figure out what had happened. Concerned, quite muttering a dull roar as everyone tries to coordinate.
Red Huntress joins Danny and Dani in the Sky. She doesn't get a word in. Wanted to know what the HELL was going on. She was with her dad in Chicago! Dani was in Taiwan! Literally! As in, sitting in a SUBWAY station one second, the next? Outside!
But they don't get to demand those answers. Because there is a sonic boom on the horizon. And then? Floating... weird... not ghosts?
Uuuuuuhhhh?
Hi?
That much blue... sure is a Statement. Like the cape and... bloooomers? Shorts. Bikini bottoms? It.. it's a Cool Look, dude! No, really. They are being VERY supportive here! If YOU like it? That's the only thing that matters!
Red Huntress smacks the Danny/i's Repeated upside their heads and demans to know what the Not-Ghosts are doing in their airspace.
Oh YEAH. Good point! What she said! And can it WAIT? They're kinda going through A Thing right now...
Kon? Wants it on record he loves these guys. They're hilarious. The LOOK on Clark's FACE?? He wishes he could frame it. Preserve it for future generations. Thing is? There was NOT a town here a second ago.
Well, bout 30 minutes or so, but you get the idea. One moment? Tree noises. Bam! Thousands of people! Obviously the checked it out. Only to be met with two... three maybe? Heros who have NO IDEA who they are.
Clear Reality warping shenanigans. Might be time travel or multiverse. Question is... are they STAYING? And if SO? What now...
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Mattheo x Hufflepuff reader
Before you even start dating his eyes always follow you around, looking at the way you smile at almost everything, your laughter, the way you cross your arms when your angry. Everything.
He doesn't realise he's basically in love with you so when you get partnered together he doesn't know what the excitement and happiness he's feeling is
This is the first time you've really noticed Mattheo because otherwise he was just another Slytherin for you
But once you do notice him, my god do you think he's hot. His chocolate eyes? Those gorgeous curls? The smirk? Yeah your fucking done for
Your in potions together and your stirring the wrong way but Mattheo doesn't want to say anything because of the cute look of concentration on your face.
Instead he looks down at you and takes the stirrer from you "It's this way sweetheart"
Oh my fucking god. When you hear his teasing words, and the word sweetheart your literally melting on the spot. Your cheeks are bright pink and your basically blushing like crazy
He LOVES teasing you about your height "Your like half of me" "I could easily pick you up" "Your so cute when you shout at me from down there"
Sometimes his teasing gets to you so you decide ignoring him is the best option. Of course that lasts a good 5 minutes "Look at me when I'm talking to you" "Don't think ignoring me is getting you anywhere, princess"
Once you can basically class yourselves as friends Mattheo asks you to come to the quidditch game wearing his jersey
"Come on sweetheart. I need my biggest supporter there" His eyes are wide and pleading so who are you to say no?
Of course after Slytherin win your so happy you give him a hug and god is he shocked. Like so shocked that he doesn't even hug you back.
"Sorry I...I was just happy for you" You back away awkwardly but Mattheo is finally realising how much he loves you
How much he loves staying up sneaking into each others dorms to finish homework together
Going into the kitchen for a midnight snack and seeing you on the way too
Getting you your first detention ever because you were talking way too loudly with Mattheo
After this realisation hits him, you have your first kiss in the middle of the fucking quidditch pitch but luckily everyone's mostly gone
"God I can't get enough of you" "I promise I'll treat you right darling" "Let me prove to you how much I love you"
Literally him rambling and waiting for u to say yes after he asks you out, slightly stressing because you haven't said anything (stressing a lot acc)
Once your dating he does not leave your side. He is so so so fucking protective of you like it's unreal
"Just because you didn't want to be mean doesn't mean I don't want to punch the shit out of him"
Whenever you walk down corridors he loves having his arm around your waist or holding your hand
To you he is the fucking funniest man on this earth, the little comments and sarcastic remarks always have you smiling and trying not to laugh or else it'll get to his head
Also he loves giving you his hoodies to wear because their like dresses on you at this point because of your height (their also super comfy which is why you end up stealing them)
You also can't lie to him. He can get anything out of you once he flashes those chocolate brown eyes at you
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