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i am back and with some silly questions!!!!!
top 3 favorite pjo characters?
top 3 favorite pjo ships?
favorite platonic pjo duo?
favorite familial pjo duo?
a random hc you adore?
do you prefer pjo or hoo?
favorite pjo/hoo book?
camp jupiter or camp half blood?
what cabin do you think youd be in and what cabin would you want to be in?
thoughts on luke castellan?
do i have permission to come into your askbox randomly rambling about pjo?
and finally the most important question of all......favorite color(s)?
dont feel pressured to answer all of these or even any of them!!!!!
YAY
favorite pjo characters:
Will Solace
Nico di Angelo
Alex Fierro
top three ships:
solangelo
Fierrochase
Valgrace
favorite platonic pjo duo:
Piper and Leo
favorite familial pjo duo:
Annabeth and Leo
favorite headcannon:
Oh where do I begin:
Trans Will Solace
Hearing aid Will Solace
Mobility aid Nico di Angelo
Trans Nico di Angelo
Thai Percy (a personal HC of mime (projecting on to Percy) I mean what)
ANY TRANS PJO HC
Also Bi Percy & Annabeth
Which do I perfer Hoo or pjo:
Pjo although I think Hoo is good also
favorite pjo/hoo book:
Battle of the labyrinth/House of Hades because of my king Nico di Angelo
Camp Jupiter or camp half blood:
Camp half blood all the way
What cabin would I be in and what cabin would I want to be in:
I think I'd either be Aphrodite or Apollo (the gods I worship fun fact) and I think I'd want to be in Eros maybe
My thoughts on Luke castellan:
Oh boy, okay so can I say this topic has a LOT of nuance. I see both sides of the argument because on one hand Luke did manipulate vulnerable kids and that's not excusable, but on the other hand he himself was manipulated at a young age (which doesn't make his actions excusable by any means, but he was conditioned to think a certain way). Also I do think he had a point with the whole "The system is corrupt thing," but I think he went about it the wrong way.
Do you have permission to ramble about pjo in my askbox:
YESS OFC
also my favorite colors are: blue, yellow, green, pink, and black
#cupids silly thoughts#pjo#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson#hoo#percy jackon and the olympians#heros of olympus#toa#pjo series#cupid answers stuff
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Since I couldn't draw much yesterday I basically played SDV all day...
#stardew valley#farmer asmodeusâĄ#asmo is such a funny lil guy and uh well he and shane have recently adopted and i was like#looking up asmodeus (the demon) info and lore and stuff hoping to find a kiddo name because#i thought his title was duke for some reason but alas its king#and so i didnt wanna name their kid king and i was scrolling and honestly somehow hes the most on brand loserman#i purposefully created him to avoid a fish name and then he gets stuck with only fishing requests and#turns out asmodeus in one iteration admits he hates water WHICH IS REALLY ON BRAND FOR MY BELOATHED FISHERMAN#which also id like to point out the first request on the board was for a pufferfish#and then the first new big request i could do was either something in the mines or fishing 20 trash out#and i have YET to get 20 trash and ive tried that quest LIKE FOUR TIMES????#he cannot catch trash its impossible hes too good at fishing he hates it here#anyway all that to say i decided to go the other route for the demon lore which is in relation to lust#and you may ask salmon what the fuck can you do with that for a childs name#and the answer is i named their child cupid#and on that note i agreed to cover a workers shift tomorrow at 3am so i gotta get ready for bed#gnight gang
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Whatâs your favorite design for ctommy? Or any dsmp character in general.
Cupid, this is SUCH a good ask so I'm going to give you multiple answers (I'm also going to pretend you said design aspects lol).
Generally I LOOVEE when people over-exaggerate the design of non-human dsmp members. Like giving c!Phil bird feet and a tail and winged ears, or making c!Ranboo asymmetrical features and changing their design enough that you can't even tell it started as half enderman half something else, or making c!Purpled actually look like an alien rather than just sticking purple entennas on him, ect ect ect.
I also will forever adore when people make scars really prominent and realistic, but as someone who's tried drawing scars before I can see why people don't do it often.
Even though MY c!Tommy will generally be a deer hybrid, raccoon hybrid, demon/imp hybrid, or a plain human trying to fit in (though currently I'm more focused on those last two), I LOOVEVVE it SO MUCH when people make c!Tommy a unique hybrid (a hybrid people don't usually use for him) and actually stick with it, y'know? Honorable mentions to you and your adorable dogger c!Tommy, and @/possuminnit with their possum c!Tommy!!
And finally, a few small details that I always love to see: Curly hair, hair noticeably dyed blonde, raccoon tail key chain, flowers hanging out of his front pockets, hair in half-up pigtails (or just pigtails), big noses, big angry eyebrows (its semi-true to his minecraft skin and also unbearably funny), angel fang piercings (this has been my guilty pleasure for years and i never considered adding it to c!Tommy's design until I saw art of someone else who it), braces (specifically star-shaped), a broken horn, wonky teeth, a brown leather jacket/trench coat, and that's all I can remember.
#im just a bit embarrassed by how long this turned out to be but OH MAN#i love designing and designs and stuff like that#and i always have#cupid you have the best questions to get me thinking about how I'll answer for the rest of the day#again thank you SO much#sorry my answer is so long looking back on it#i couldnt stop myself#crazed raccoon chitters#<- that tag becomes truer the more passionate i am about the topic#my super cool moots !!#ctommy#cphil#cranboo#ctommyinnit#cphilza
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Hiiiiiiiii Candlleeeeee
-. @everyones-favorite-fan
[to self,] â Ah, so I was right about a familiar presence joining us. . .
â Hello there, Fan, we were just talking about you. I hope things are fine at the hotel.
#candleâs answers#candleâs posts#go send stuff to fanâs blog as well >:] --cupidity#candle ii#ii candle#fan ii#ii fan#inanimate insanity#osc#inanimate insanity invitational
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Headcanon
Marc wrote a love letter to Nathaniel in Dark Cupid
Marc actually met Nathaniel when he was Evillustrator and fell in love him after that
Marc: *Reading to Kiran* So then-
*Evillustrator suddenly comes in through the window*
Marc: Wh-who are-!
Evillustrator: Shh! *Moves out of the way of the window as Ladybug and Chat Noir go by* Oh, thank God.
Marc: *Hiding Kiran behind him* Who are you?!
Evillustrator: Hey, relax.
Marc: H-how can I relax when you just broke into my room?!
Evillustrator: Look, I'm just trying to hide from Ladybug and Chat Noir, alright? I'm not gonna hurt you or him. *Waves to Kiran* Hi.
Marc: Don't talk to him.
Evillustrator: Look, you want proof I'm harmless? *Draws a rose and tucks it into Marc's hair* There. See?
Marc: *Blushes and looks away* Th-thanks.
Evillustrator: So... Look, I'm kinda wanted right now because I attacked Chloé.
Marc: Okay, I'm starting to like you a little more.
Evillustrator: Thanks! Could I stay here for a bit until dark?
Marc: ... Fine, I suppose. *Grabs him by the collar of his shirt* But if there's even a hair missing from my baby brother's scalp, I will make Hawkmoth the least of your worries.
Evillustrator: ... Noted.
Kiran: Marc! Can you finish the story now, please?
Evillustrator: Oh, what are you reading?
Marc: Just... Nothing, something I wrote.
Evillustrator: You writer?
Marc: Sometimes-
Kiran: All the time. *Points to the dozens of journals on Marc's shelf*
*A few minutes later, Marc went to get snakcs*
Kiran: He thinks you're cute.
Evillustrator: *Blushes* Wh-what?
Kiran: I can tell when he likes someone, and he likes you a lot. He kept biting his lip whenever you got close to him.
Evillustrator: ... 'Either cute boy, or cute girl.'
-
*A few months later*
Alix: Dude, cute boy, twelve o'clock.
Nathaniel: Where?!
Alix: Right over... There! *Pushes Nathaniel so he'll stumble into Marc* Best matchmaker ever.
Nathaniel: Marc!... Hi.
Marc: Hey, Nathaniel... I, uh... Haven't seen you in a bit.
Nathaniel: Yep, I uh... Class.
Marc: Oh... Same. And, uh... Stuff.
Nathaniel: Oh, yeah... Stuff.
Marc: Yep.
*Meanwhile*
Kim: What are they doing?
Juleka: I think they're flirting.
Myléne: This is... Hard to watch.
Jean: But you can't look away.
Marc: So...
Nathaniel: So?...
Marc: So... I kinda like you, wrote you this, Happy Valentines Day. *Shoves a note in his hand, pulls his hoodie over his head, and speed walks away*
Nathaniel: ... *Happy Bisexual noises*
Denise: Fucking dorks.
Simon: Ah, they go at their own pace... But I agree, they're some fucking dorks.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#nathaniel kurtzberg#marc anciel#marc x nathaniel#ask me stuff#answered ask#evillustrator#dark cupid#akuma
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it means you should abort yourself out of existence,,,,, /silly
-qpid <33333
Apparently itâs supposed to be like âkysâ sooooooooo

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okay anon. I've been trying to figure out what you mean here, and so far I've narrowed it down to 2 options
either you think I'm this or I'm this
and I just wanna know. why.
#i showed some friends this and they agree with you (if these were the songs you were referring to)#i wish i was this brained#i know i act silly and stuff all the time#but i think you're being too nice#I'm much more depressing#you want weird silly sad? then you're looking for jack stauber#(I'm totally not saying that because he's all i listen to. ... totally not listening to him rn)#(cupid is about to come up on autoplay)#oh! and if you're wondering why I'm not just answering the ask normally#I don't want tumblr to eat it#and also i wanna save penis brain anon#i like them#they're cute and silly
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Top five songs/shows??đđ
top 5 songs
"seven" by taylor swift
"end to start" by nct 127
"maps" by yeah yeah yeahs
"sleep awake" by mother mother
"dreams" by the cranberries
top 5 shows... i'm gonna say non-asian & live action-only bc including asian and animated shows would be different results methinks......
merlin
ted lasso
hannibal
breaking bad
young royals
put âtop fiveâ anything in my ask and i will answer!! :3c
#also special shout out to 'prom' by sza#that song changed my life#also special shout out to 'cupid de locke' by smashing pumpkins .. it feels wrong not to include it considering my url and stuff but whatev#thanks nonny !!! :3 ^_^#anon#answered#tbh i do not watch tv sdkjfhgfj i mean i do but i struggle to finish shows so bad
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Oh so I have a question about Lesslo (if this has already been answered you can ignore it!) If Kris defeated him, what item would he turn into? If he was defeated through violence would he become a weapon for Kris like the previous secret bosses for the other party members?
I think I answered this before, but it's been a while.
If Lesslo was defeated through acting, then Kris would have received the armor item "Cupid's Clipped Wings". As a nod to Kris' comment about calling dibs on Lesslo's wings.
If Lesslo was defeated through violence, he would've turned into a weapon for Kris. A two pronged sword called "The Forked Tongue".
EDIT: (found the old flavor text and stuff)
Weapon: Forked Tongue (two-pronged sword for Kris. Great for getting under people's skin)
Armor: Clipped Wings (a fallen angel's wings that makes attacks seem beneath you) [Ignores the first hit you receive in battle]
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Cupids choke hold àȘââŽáĄŁđ© C. Sturniolo
"dad, i think i finally found the one."
âąFluff really, Chris just being in love with bun
@bernardsbendystraws for credit
The sun was setting over the city of angels, and Chris was entranced by his own angel.
Bunny.
He stared down at his lock screen, smiling softly to himself as the picture brought warmth to his chest. His admiration was interrupted by his phone ringing, a name popping up that he hadn't spoken to in a while. He answers the call and puts it on speaker, instantly feeling comforted by the voice on the other end.
"Hey son, where have you been?"
The question makes him feel guilty. He was always a mama's boy despite his harsh exterior, his mother being his rock and safe place, and she loved it. The mother and son duo knew to a degree it wasn't fair, but they were each other's favorites, and everyone else knew it too.
"Hey Ma," he says softly, inhaling a bit of the joint before tapping the excess ashes off. "I know it's been a minute since we last spoke...I have so much to tell you."
He begins to feel nervous like he is about to be judged. He knew it was an irrational fear, his mother would never judge him, even when he did something wrong.
"It's going to sound like a bad joke, but Ma...I fell in love, I found the real thing. I got a girlfriend and she's amazing."
A bit of shuffling is heard on the other end before she responds to him, "A girlfriend? Is the same one that- No." Chris instantly cuts her off, not even wanting to bring up the last girl. She was never his girlfriend. He would never say this to his mother, but she was nothing more than a quick fuck to him.
"No no, this...This is someone new and she's the best thing to happen to me. I probably sound like an old person, but Cupids got me in a chokehold. You know me, I've always been scared to let people in, especially girls, but she made it so easy that I threw the towel down. My white flag is waving, and I'm okay with that."
He couldn't help himself, instantly going on a long ramble about the girl he found himself to love so much.
"-I mean, she cooks me pancakes in the morning, the blueberry ones that you make me when I'm back home. God, and I'm starting to think you two use the same ingredients."
"And what are those ingredients?"
He smiles dopily to himself, looking down at his beat-up Nike slides,
"Love."
Mary-Lou finds herself smiling. She had been worried when her boys finally left the nest they call a home that they wouldn't be ok, but it seemed as if they were doing just fine, finding the right people to have in their lives and keeping their heads straight.
"Tell me more." She urges gently, not wanting to scare the boy into retreating his feelings, but also wanting to know more about the special girl who managed to capture her youngest attention and heart.
"When my stomach hurts, she always gets me Alka seltzers. When I'm sick she goes above and beyond to make sure I'm ok. If that ain't love then don't know what love is, it's like we're married."
"Well, it is through sickness and health, they say during the vows."
He chuckles to himself and continues, "We have this secret handshake, we came up with it on our fourth date when I learned she didn't know how to dapp people up. We're always doing it before she goes to practice and it just brings me so much comfort. Oh, and she even gets along with Matt and Nick! You know how close we are, and I don't think I could date someone who doesn't respect them. She even supports the YouTube shi- I mean stuff we do! I know I'm not that much involved, but she's pushed me to participate more, to be something more."
"...You sound in love..." Mary-Lou states softly, trying to hold in her excitement.
Chris chuckles to himself, nodding along despite Mary Lou not being able to see him.
"I am...I really am. If I had to pick her or the sun, Ma, I'm telling you I'd be a nocturnal son of a gun."
She laughs at his statement, soon urging him to send her a picture of the girl.
"Oh Chris, she's so pretty! And the way you look at her, it's the same way your dad looks at me. You have to bring her to Boston soon!"
So he did.
His chest was ready to burst with excitement and joy seeing the girl he loves so much getting along with his parents and older brother. She fit right in, doing crossword puzzles with his mom, playing Just Dance with Justin, and even going fishing with his dad.
It was late into the night, Chris sitting outside on the back porch, smoking with a glass of water in his hand. Bunny had fallen asleep on the couch with Trevor, both she and the dog snuggled up into a ball and sleeping peacefully. He looks up hearing the door open, smiling gently when he sees his dad.
Jimmy takes a seat in the empty chair next to Chris, settling down and letting out a deep breath. They sit in silence for a minute before Jimmy speaks.
"Tell me about her."
Chris immediately dives in, never missing an opportunity to talk about his girl.
"Dad, I think I finally found the one, the one that makes me a better person and will make you proud of me. She's like Mom, she's the best... I know there have been other girls; you've heard about them, but she's different, she's on a whole different plane. Just the way she says my name, it makes me want to give her the world, hell, even the universe."
Jimmy listens intently, watching how he talks with such passion about the girl sleeping on the couch.
"I love it when she calls me. I feel like an elementary school boy getting excited about his crush talking to him on the playground. She even has her own ringtone so I know its her calling! We used to sit on the phone for hours, doing nothing but breathing most of the time."
"She's a good girl, a real catch. I can see the love you two have for each other, I saw it when we picked you up from the airport. You two are in love and I hope it lasts."
Chris takes a sip of his water, staring out into the backyard with a smile and eyes full of love.
"I know it will, I'm not letting her get away."
He creeps back into the house softly, approaching the living room and chuckling to himself when he sees both Bun and Trev drooling in their sleep.
He goes to pick her up but stops when Justin enters the living room.
"You went soft on me," Justin voices playfully, gently pushing Chris's shoulder. Chris rubs the back of his neck, sitting down on the arm of the couch and placing a hand on the sleeping girl's shoulder.
"She's the reason, she makes it so easy to be...I don't even know. She could make the most annoying, oldest, senile man bite his tongue and talk calmly. Her eyes are so soft and comforting, it's like the sunrise on a summer day, I could stare into them for hours."
Justin watches with a knowing smile on his face. He can tell from how animated Chris gets when talking about her, that he will continue to do so forever. He's in love, and Justin knows the two will end up happily married, and he can't wait.
" She's a complete ten, the most gorgeous and graceful girl I've ever seen. She has me hooked, and I'm not complaining. She has the best laugh ever, and she laughs at all my jokes, even my dumb ones that usually piss Nick and Matt off. Like I told Dad, before we moved in with each other, we'd sit on the phone for hours not saying a word sometimes. We just wanted to be around each other and it was comforting. "
He looks down at the girl once more, toying with her curly strands gently in an attempt to not disturb her slumber.
"It may be too soon, but when I think about my future, when I think about what I want it to look like, it all surrounds her. I want to be the best version of me for her, and I want her to be happy...Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love, or whatever, but everywhere I go and do, I keep a picture of her in my wallet. I want to remember what I'm working for."
Justin walks over and plants his hand on Chris's shoulder, "I can't wait to call her my sister-in-law."
With that, Justin walks out of the living room, leaving the couple and Trevor alone. Chris is gentle when he lifts the girl off the couch, one of his hands caressing her back while the other holds her bottom. He walks up the stairs and into his room, laying her down gently on the bed.
He strips out of his hoodie, kicking off his slides, and crawling into bed, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.
Despite her being asleep, he proceeds to whisper softly.
"I love you so much, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
She opens her eyes softly, smiling at him in a sleepy haze.
"I love you more."
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#the sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo au#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fluff#sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo x you#chris girl#peaches bunny au ft doll#doll nâ bunny mb#chris sturniolo fanfic#chris sturniolo fluff#peaches bunnyđ
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wait omg fellow arfid haver. actually tbh im not 100% sure i have arfid but theres a good chance and alot of my friends have pier reviewed me with it
oh no me too I looked into it and I was like "guys... I think I have ARFIDs" and my friends were like "YOU THINK??? YOU CAN'T EVEN STAND THE SMELL OF FISH OLLIE OFC YOU HAVE IT đ"
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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
read on ao3
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 hereâto 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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Cupids in Converses


Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader
Summary: Valentine's was rolling up. You and Luke played Cupid on Percy and Annabeth. But what if playing matchmakers gave both you guys and your unspoken feelings the nudge that you guys have always needed? (Fluff, friends to lovers, happy ending)
Warning: sort of cliché, but it's Valentines so.
Note: Valentines got me in the mood of writing something rom-com-ish. Let's just assume Luke wears red converses that looks like Maia in the show. Also, I've been incredibly busy so I kinda rushed through this one to post it on time for Valentines.
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February has always filled the air with some sort of sugary chemical. Everything seemed sweeter like a pink filter had been put over the world. Some may dislike the upcoming February holiday, but it was perhaps one of your favorite times of the year.Â
Why? You were somehow blessed with the skills of getting people together and nudging them just enough to cross the line they needed to. So far, you have managed to help six couples get together. With Valentineâs right around the corner, the urge to play cupid grew to the point it was itching your hands.
âWell, compared to the Chimera on Monday, Medusa on Sunday, could have been a lot worse,â Percy was quickly interrupted by Annabeth.Â
âMedusa was Saturday.â
âI thought Sunday?â
âNo monsters on Sunday. Monday, you died in a river.â You squint your eyes at the conversation that Percy and Annabeth were having. The familiar bells rang in your head; you could practically hear them roaring at you.
âRight, so Medusa on SaturdayâŠâÂ
âWoah, guys, whatâs this?â Luke interrupted. âWhen did you turn into an old married couple?â Percy and Annabeth both grew slightly flustered at the Hermes counselorâs words. Muttering a few things here and there, the two kids quickly excused themselves and walked off from you and Luke just to avoid the topic in general. You slowly turned towards Luke and peered up at him.
âSurelyâŠâ you spoke cryptically.
âSurely what?â
âThem!â you gestured to the direction that Percy and Annabeth had headed off to. You kicked a small rock with your Converse and watched it tumble away. âSurely we can give a little nudge?â you trailed off, bumping into Lukeâs shoulder.
âYouâre not seriously gonna play Cupid on them, right?â
âNo, Iâm notâŠbecause we are,â Luke let out a loud breath, hands on his hips as he peered down at you. However, you could see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.Â
âSweet girl, I adore you, but why not let things run their course?â you hope he did not see the physical reaction over that nickname because, internally, your heart skipped a beat.
âOh? And youâre telling me those six couples from before would have gotten together without me? You know Iâm right about this kind of stuff. I can usually sense it. Besides, itâll be fun, I promise.â
âWhatâs in it for me?â
âUhmâŠyou get to spend time with me?â you decided to answer, grinning up at Luke when he gave you a feigned unimpressed look. âPlease, besides, you and Percy are close, so it would help a lot. I already have a plan and I need your help for it.â
One look into your eyes, and Luke knew he was doomed. For some reason, you just can make him do anything you ask. Luke could feel the hands on his hips slowly slipping as he looked into your eyes.
âFine.â
Stage 1: Get Percy to realize his feelings cause heâs blind as hell
It was midnight and everybody else was asleep except for you and Luke. The two of you were in the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible.
The two of you were making some fortune cookies for your plan. However, there was a tiny twist to the treat you two were making. You had personally printed out a couple of prompts that you wrote yourself in hopes they would nudge Percy into realizing his feelings.Â
âReally?ââRomance is in the air. What youâre looking for is right in front of youâ?â Luke read out the small piece of paper that you printed. You pulled the cookies out of the oven when they were ready.
âItâs cliche and sort of obvious, but hey! Itâll work because itâs Percy Iâm working with,â you quickly pulled the paper out of his hand to put it in the fortune cookie before folding it into shape and letting it cool down.
âMhm. Heâs gonna realize youâre trying to play cupid.â
âAre we talking about the same person? I doubt Percy would realize. Annabeth would, hence why Iâm not trying this on her.â
Luke helped you out with a couple of other spare fortune cookies that you two intended to keep for yourselves.
âAlright, finally done,â you muttered, washing your hands. However, you were caught off guard when Luke dipped his hand in the bag of flour on the counter and smeared some on your cheek. Your mouth hung slightly at this, and you looked up at him challengingly. You wiped your hands with a hand towel, âOh? Is that how weâre playing it?â
â...NoâŠâ Luke sheepishly replied, a grin growing on his face when he saw the look of mischief creeping on your face.
âGame on, Castellan,â with that, you dipped both of your hands in flour and chased after the tall boy, who was sprinting around the counter. You caught up with Luke and compromised by smearing flour onto the back of his shirt first. At your attack, he turned around and smeared some more across your face from your other cheek to the top of your nose. You immediately did it back to him.
âOk, ok, I surrender,â he coughed in between quiet waves of laughter after you smeared some from his cheek down his neck, marking your last attack.
For a moment, Luke and you stood in silence, but when you two let the state of one another sink in, laughs echoed throughout the room again. Luke was able to stop his laughter first, though he was still wearing a wide grin. He washed the flour off his face and dried it with kitchen tissues as you muttered: âOh, I wish I had a camera. I could practically blackmail you with that photo.â
âI have no doubt you would have never let me live that down,â while replying, Luke also approached you and started wiping the flour off your nose before moving to your cheeks. Your laughter slowly faded as your cheeks heated at the feeling of his hand on your skin. He was looking at you so tentatively. Callous hands - a reflection of his remarkable title as best swordsman - delicately holding your face as if you were the rarest diamond to exist.
Something about this moment felt so domestic. Luke allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that this is how it would feel like to be with you and share cute moments like these together. Luke unbeknownstly let out a breath he didnât know he was keeping in as he made eye contact with you.Â
However, the moment was interrupted by another camper who yelped upon seeing you two in the kitchen. The presence of another person caused you two to spring apart. âIâm so sorry, Iâll leave,â the camper muttered, clearly abandoning their plan of stealing food and sweets in the middle of the night. Luke coughed to break the silence.
âSo whatâs the plan after giving it to Percy?â Luke asked, looking down at the fortune cookies before picking one up and munching on it.
âHopefully, heâll finally realize his feelings, and when he doesâŠPercy will come to you, for sure.â
Stage 2: Romantic gesture
You were right, Percy came to Luke for dating advice. As you planned, Luke suggested that Percy make a flower crown for Annabeth. Hence, here the Hermes counselor was - with Percy as he picked out flowers for Annabeth.
"I'm gonna need you to guide me on this 'cause I've never made flower crowns before," Percy muttered as he picked out California Poppins, Annabeth's favorite. Luke grinned at this. He found it interesting how the young boy already knew. "Maybe you could make one for someone special too?" Percy said, his voice somewhat unsure.Â
At the young boy's words, Luke froze. The first person that seemed to pop into his mind when Percy said that was you.
"I mean, might as well, right? It's for Valentine's. Maybe you could give it to someone who means a lot to you and makes you happy?" Percy spoke, though there was something instigative about his tone.
Happy. The word bounced in between the walls of Luke's mind. Once again, the first thing that flashed in his head was you. Then, a surge of images came running from memories of you two. He almost could not remember happiness before you. A warm feeling embedded in his chest as he pictured your smile. Just seeing you happy seemed to do it for him, like you could spread happiness to him by just looking at him. You were like the first glimmer of daylight after a cold night. He subconsciously smiled at that thought.
You have always made him feel loved, even though he knew you were probably doing it platonically. However, he would gladly take any form of love that he could receive from you. Every day, waking up and knowing he had you in his life was good enough for him. Maybe he should try giving you more hints. Maybe you'll finally see it. Perhaps Percy was right with the flower crown idea.Â
âUhm, sure,â with that, Luke decided to take some of your favorite flowers into his hand and went to a nearby table, where he started guiding Percy on how to make a flower crown. However, ever so often, his mind would trail to its own thoughts whenever he focused on making this flower crown for you.
Percy watched Luke as the older boy started intensely working on his own flower crown, crafting it with so much care as if it was an artwork intended for a national museum. If Percy didnât know better, he would think Luke was a perfectionist.
Meanwhile, you were sitting with Annabeth near the ocean where she had previously pushed Percy into the waters, leading to Poseidon claiming him. You asked, âAny plans for Valentineâs Day?âÂ
âNo, you?â
âNope.â
âOh?â she replied, though you tilted your head at the tone of her voice. âIâm just surprised,â Annabeth explained as she looked out at the ocean instead of at you. âI meanâŠI thought you and LukeâŠâ
âHuh?ââ
âWell, I mean, you two are together all the time, and there seems to be something going on ââ
âWhat do you meaââ
âIt always seems like you two would gravitate to one another. I just assumed you two were together alreadyââ
âWeâreâŠjust friends,â you settled on saying, though you could hear your heart beating loudly, seemingly echoing near your chest and neck. Of course, you knew you had feelings for Luke. However, you have always ruled it as a silly little crush.
â...You sure? You sound really unsure,â Annabeth challenged, making you sigh.Â
âI mean, heâs really sweet, and niceâŠâ
âUh-huhâ
âAnd he makes me laugh all the timeâŠâ
âThatâs good,â Annabethâs words echoed as you sunk into silence and started reflecting on who Luke was to you. He has always made you feel cared for. Out of everybody at camp, perhaps he was the one you were most comfortable with, never having to be afraid of being yourself. Almost all of your favorite memories at camp included him in them.Â
You remember the night you told him about your minor fear of the darkness and how he promised to always protect you in it. In a way, since then, he has become your light. You always felt lit up when he made his way to you. Your eyes are always drawn to him like a moth to its flame. Then, it finally dawned on you how serious your feelings were. You realized how most of the time you seemed to be mindless about the existence of your heart until Luke was around because it was only then that your heart would tug or race to run you breathless. You gulped as your eyes darted around slightly.Â
âI meanâŠmaybeâŠâ you started but snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Lukeâs voice. And there it was again, the silly familiar tug your heart was doing just from his voice. âHeyâŠâ you greeted Luke and Percy before noticing Percy with a flower crown in his hand.Â
âAnnabeth, can I speak to you privately?â Annabeth stood up and gestured for Percy to lead the way, presumably somewhere, so the young boy could give her the flower crown and ask her out on Valentineâs Day. You remained seated, still pondering at your feelings and wondering when they had exponentially grown that much.Â
âI actually have something for you as well,â you finally looked up at Luke when he said this. You noticed he had his hands behind his back. Something about the way he looked now seemed so shy and timid, which was unlike the outgoing and confident boy you always knew.
Your mouth fell agape when he pulled out a flower crown made of your favorite flower. âLukeâŠâ you said his name and stood up when you saw the item.
However, because your eyes were on his gift, you didnât notice the way Lukeâs breath hitched at the sound of your voice calling out his name. He never thought it was anything special until November two years ago when you said his name while laughing at one of his jokes by the campfire. It was probably a moment you did not remember, but ever since then, he felt so sure that he was named so because the name sounded like it was born just for the sole purpose of being sounded from your lips.Â
âI made this for you,â he muttered, though it sounded almost like a whisper. His eyes shifted to both of your Converses instead of at you. Something about this made him so nervous as if he was handing you his heart instead of a simple gift. He almost scowled at himself for acting like a boy in kindergarten, confessing to his crush.
If only Luke was looking at you because you were looking at him and the item in awe. Your cheeks flushed from his gesture. Though, you were somewhat glad he was not looking at you because you were sure one look at you right now would tell Luke exactly everything about your feelings. You were a blushing mess. âLuke, thank you so much. This is beautiful. I canât believe you made one for me.â
You touched Lukeâs hand that was holding the crown, and he almost grew an even deeper shade of red. âPut it on my head,â you instructed, and he obliged just like everything else you would ask. He was sure he must have caught a sickness or something for wanting to follow you this blindly. But you were perhaps the only one with the power to get him to do absolutely anything. Just as the crown touched your hair, you peered up at him, and the sight alone made Luke swallow nervously.Â
You looked breathtaking.
And he meant this literally because Luke felt like he stopped breathing for a second. He could not look away. That was until you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him. His arms wrapped around your neck almost immediately to return the hug as if they existed to only hold you.Â
However, unlike the hundreds of hugs before, this one felt different. It was as if something had shifted and was bound to unfold.
Final Stage: Valentineâs Day
Annabeth had said yes.
You were ecstatic to learn that the young girl had agreed to go on a Valentineâs date with Percy. Even though you didnât want to intrude, you and Luke decided to just have a peep to see what Percy had planned. You were not planning to stay long. It was just a sort of reward or a way to see your plan grow into fruition. You smiled when you spot the cute picnic date near the shore.
âSee, I told you the plan was going to work,â you muttered as you tiptoed up in your converses to peer at the kids through the tall bushes nearby. You almost lost balance and step onto Luke's shoes that were similar to yours, except his was red.
The boy quickly steadied you with his hand on your waist. You muttered a quick thank you before turning back to the kids, trying to ignore the blush that was slowly decorating your cheeks. But you were quickly caught off guard at the sight of Percy and Annabeth pushing a small boat off the shore and hopping on it.
âUhmâŠthat is not what I expected. Where are they going?â Luke looked over your shoulder when you said that. Your eyes fluttered at his warm breath hitting your neck.Â
However, you noticed the two kids looking like they were in trouble and panicking as they quickly started rowing away. You turned your head towards Luke, forgetting he was very close to you. Your voice faltered as you were about to utter your next sentence. Noticing this, Luke turned to you, only causing the two of you to come face to face with little distance in between. You gulped and forced yourself not to glance down at his lips, âDo you think theyâre okay? Should we follow them? I meanâŠwhat if theyâre in trouble?â
Seeing the worried look on your face, Luke frowned. He deeply disliked anything that caused that kind of expression on your face. Hence, he decided to go over to the second boat there and started pushing it towards the water. âCome on,â you hopped onto the small boat with him and started rowing after Percy and Annabeth, hoping to help them from whatever trouble they were seeming to have.
After a few minutes of rowing behind them, you saw Percy and Annabeth rowing into a small tunnel. Luke and you quickly followed in, rowing your boat, only to be engulfed by darkness upon entering the tunnel.
The wind blew much harder in there, causing goosebumps on your arm as your hand gripped your oar tightly. To make matters worse, it was your most hated type of darkness - utter pitch black. Even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could see nothing, not even Luke.Â
You were fine with darkness in familiar places like your cabin, where you knew at least there were other campers around and you were safe. You were also mostly fine with darkness where you could see as your eyes adjusted to it. But here, you were in a tunnel youâve never been in, where there were possibly monsters that could attack you at any moment.Â
You were slightly startled by the hand that softly touched yours that, unbeknownst to you, was crushing the wooden oar. You immediately recognize it was Lukeâs hand from the warmth and familiar touch. He soothingly ran his thumb across your hand. His actions were proven effective at calming you down when you could feel your grip loosen around the tool.
âBreathe, sweet girl,â his words somehow made you release the breath you were subconsciously holding.
A few seconds later, the lights were turned on. You were met with one of the most beautiful sights youâve ever seen. Lights were decorating the path throughout the tunnel. There were also plants and trees with extended branches and leaves that softly brushed past the boat Luke and you were on.Â
Suddenly, you both heard a tune start playing quietly in the background, almost quiet enough to make you two think you were imagining it:
âThere you see her, sitting there across the way.
She donât got a lot to say, but thereâs something about herâ
His thumb hasnât stopped rubbing over your knuckles even though the darkness was no longer casting over the both of you. His eyes were absorbing how you looked at that moment, embracing it. You were absolutely stunning and he was hopelessly infatuated with you.Â
âAnd you donât know why, but youâre dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl.â
The lyrics made Luke subconsciously lick his lips as he pictured himself kissing you. Gods, he wondered if his heart would even survive doing so and whether anything would ever surpass getting to kiss you. Your eyes flickered to Luke's lips, and he noticed it. He also noticed how your cheeks flushed as you gulped at his actions.
âLuke.â
âY/N,â you almost melted at the way Luke was saying your name as if it was an honor or privilege to do so. The tone he used was sweeter than any dessert you have ever had. Gods, it was as if your name was a sacred passage he lived by.
âYes, you want her
Look at her, you know you doâ
Indeed he was looking at you, and it felt almost like he was spellbound because he could not take his eyes off you. Right then, you could see it all - he was utterly smitten. He was giving you a soft smile. The lights decorating the tunnel shimmered in his eyes, illuminating just enough to display his pupils and how they almost completely overtook the usual dark brown color that you love. Before you knew it, he was leaning closer to you on the small boat and you mirrored his action.
âPossible she wants you too, there is one way to ask herâŠâ
Just when Luke was inches from your face, he stopped. His eyes longingly stare at your lips like a long-awaited dream that was within his grasp but not quite within his grip yet. You noticed how he took a deep breath as if mustering all the drops of courage he had. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before he opened them again.Â
âCan I?â he uttered only two words, but somehow, his voice conveyed enough the yearning coursing through every inch of his body. Luke gulped as he restrained himself from closing the distance and waited for your consent.Â
You nodded wordlessly.
âIt donât take a word, not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl.â
Almost instantly, he caressed both sides of your face and sealed the deal.
All the glory Luke has gained throughout the years seemed trivial compared to kissing you. It almost convinced him that everything he had gone through to get here today was worth it. He hummed against your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Kissing you felt like the best gift he had ever gotten in his entire life. Luke knew he was forever screwed from the way it felt. He could not fathom the idea of his lips ever touching anyone elseâs. Maybe they were made for you, but his heart and mind do not seem to oppose that idea.
You slowly slid your arms down, allowing your hands to caress his jawline and the sides of his face. However, your hands slightly jolted at the pace of his heartbeat along the side of his neck. It was as if his heart was trying to break out of his body. Your own heart started replicating the same rhythm. It had you flustered that you had such an effect on him.Â
Luke broke away from the kiss breathlessly. For a second, he hated the idea of needing air to live because if he could, he would not have stopped showing you how much his lips belonged to you. His forehead leaned against yours while his hands rested on your hips. He looked at you endearingly as if he could not fathom that he just got to kiss you. You smiled at the sight of him.
âI know Iâm a tad bit late, but will you be my Valentine?â he sweetly asked.Â
âOf course, Luke.â Luke grinned at your answer. He drew you in for another kiss as giggles escaped your lips and echoed through the tunnel that now marked an important memory for the two of you.
You truly must be Cupid because your plan not only worked for Percy and Annabeth, but somehow also indirectly gave Luke and you the nudge you both needed.
14th February marked the day when two Cupids wearing Converses got their happy ending.Â
Bonus:
âI told you that would work,â Annabeth whispered to Percy as the two hopped back onto their boat with a speaker in hand, rowing away hastily to be out of sight from the older couple.
Little did you know, Annabeth had orchestrated the whole thing, including the conversation between her and Percy about their mission in front of Luke and you. Annabethâs plan of getting Luke and you together through playing cupid together had seemingly worked just like she had planned.
Who said you were the only cupid at Camp Half-Blood?
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could you do blue lock characters headcanon as your classmate
bllk boy as your classmate - isagi, sae, hiori, rin, shidou, chigiri, bachira, reo, nagi
Note: thank you for asking! It was fun
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Isagi
He's so sweet, calm and helpful it's amazing
You don't even hesitate to ask for a pen with him, he'll give you a pretty one !
He's not the best at school, but he'll help you out the best he can if you ask him
He's cute and rather funny if you spend some time with him during the break
He's shy at first, it takes time before he's comfortable around you but when he is, he invites you to his match
You two get called out sometimes because you talk a lot !
He's not that popular so you don't get bothered by anyone beside your friends asking WHY you talk to him that much
Just saying he's nice isn't enough, they'll play cupid for sure
Chigiri
Compliments your hair and how healthy it looks
It shocks you because he's not nice with everyone (you'll never hear the end of it)
He's the one you share your magazine with at the break between classes
He can't really help you out in class but he's nice to have in a group assignment!
He's dedicated to the job he has to do and helps around a lot
He's a bit harsh with people sometimes and once told you how he thinks one of your friends as shitty tastes
You just know he thinks highly of you to talk to you regularly when you're just his classmate
But you can't help it but like to talk with him, he's cool and nice to be around
Bachira
He goof around, making you laugh a lot
You probably find him weird too, if you rather feat in, but that doesn't mean you dislike him
He's nice to talk to, you like hearing his thoughts even if everything go pretty fast in there
He shows you drawing/painting his mom did
He consider you as a friend before you can say a word and he wants to hang out more
He invites you to his match as well ! He loves to hear your thoughts afterwards
You're the weirdo's friend but it doesn't feat that bad with you, he's really nice and you're happy to be close with him
Reo
He's seem so out of touch even if he talks with everyone, it's unsettling
Yet, you're always smiling when he asks you about your day or weekend when he sits back next to you
It's a pure pleasure to work with him, he's so smart it makes things so easy
He notices when you change something about your hair or your supplies â he always asks when you got your cute pen or stuff like that
He's charming, your friends are sure you're in love with him
People are jealous of you bc you get to sit next to him all he time and at school, it's the closest thing to intimate
Nagi
You consider him a lucky charm
You choose your team when you borrowed him a pen and got 97 at your test
He never bothers you since he sleep a lot, but he always asks if he doesn't take too much space but you never mind it
He lets you pet his hair now to wake him up for the break, he loved it the first time and asked you to do it again
You give him your notes without hesitation, you don't mind
People actually ask you question about him but you rarely have answers
You got closer to Reo without meaning to bc Nagi talked about you with him
Sae
Worse classmate /hj
It takes time before he softens around you
He never talks, barely answers you when you ask him if he heard what the teacher said
It's only when he sees you having A REAL hard time that he offers some help
He barely can help you but he'll surprisingly do his best to do so
It's not bad to work with him though, he does what he has to do even if he sucks
If after some time you get a bit closer, he'll tell you to come to one of his match sometimes
You don't want to go at first but go anyway, and it's a good surprise honestly
Talk about it with him and you're sure to start a friendship with him
Shidou
He's sooooo chill
It's a pleasure to have him around honestly
He's funny, he talks to you as if you're a friend of him already when not
He flirts with you and it makes you laugh a lot honestly
He's not necessarily good, he can't really help, you help him more than the other way around but it's fine
He invites you after-school with his friends but you never really go
He always seem really happy to see you and greets you happily everyday
Hiori
So sweet
He's not really talkative at first but after a few weeks he starts to ask you about your week-end
His voice is so soft it's calming
He's always asking if you're ok after a bad test and pat your shoulder
You invite him to eat with you sometimes at lunch but he doesn't really say yes at first bc there's your friends as well
If you're alone, why not
Rin
He barely talks as well
He helps you only in English, after telling you you suck ofc
If you're good at it too, he immediately think higher of you
But he's mostly calm to be around and doesn't bother you, ever
He's shy to ask for anything and rather stay stuck than ask for help
You still offer him your notes if he needs, but he never say yes
He's so annoying bc he never agrees with you or accepts your help
Let me know if you liked it !
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STUPID CUPID, M. VERSTAPPEN
CHAPTER 01: OF ALCOHOL AND BAD DECISIONS
â¶ SUMMARY. Making decisions when youâve had too much to drink is the worst thing someone can do, but itâs exactly what Lando does. He has 100âŹ, a plan and a friend in need of a new camera. What could possibly go wrong?
content warnings â¶ disclaimers. fem!reader. oscar being an overprotective brother. alcohol consumption. i donât specify what theyâre studying, just that theyâre in the same university & some of them share classes. use of Y/N. attempted humor. attempted banter. a little bit of landoscar.
NEXT PART | SERIES MASTERLIST.
âRemember to keep your things close to you at all times. Do you still have the pepper spray I gave you last summer?â Your brother talks as he walks by your side. He woke you up this morning to have a last walk around campus, so you wonât get lost Monday morning on your first day. He doesnât wait for you to answer before adding, âIâm always gonna be around but you need toââ
âOscar,â You place a hand on his shoulder to make him stop. âIâm ten minutes younger than you, and Iâve been traveling around Europe alone for the last four months. I think I can handle myself.â
âI just want you to be careful.â
âIf I survived High School, I think I can survive anything.âÂ
He smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders to resume walking. âI canât believe you finally decided to join me here. This past year has been awful without you.â
âYouâre exaggerating.â You chuckle, wrapping your own arm around his waist. âI just needed some time away to clear my head,â You shrug, a hesitant smile gracing your lips. Thereâs so much inside your head, so much you want to say to him, but youâre not brave enough to say it out loud. Youâve never been. âAnd I know our parents wanted us to go to the same university since, like, forever. I couldnât disappoint them.â Not again.
Youâre passing outside the Ice Rink when you run into one of Oscarâs friends.
âHey!â One guy, whose name you canât remember, approaches you both. Heâs wearing his hockey uniform, sport bag hanging over his shoulder and a hockey stick in his left hand. âWe missed you at practice today, mate. Hey, Y/N.âÂ
His smile is so contagious, you feel bad for not remembering his name. You turn to look at your brother and just one exchange of glances is enough for him to understand.Â
âHey, Alex.â He pulls away from you to clasp a hand on his friendâs shoulder. âI just wanted to show my sister some places.â
âOh yeah! You start on Monday, right?â You donât even have time to open your mouth before heâs speaking again. âAre you nervous?âÂ
You bite the inside of your cheek and nod one time. âA little,â Itâs the only thing youâve been thinking about since you moved in with your brother a few days ago. There is so much you still need to do, the rest of your clothes arenât even here yet, but you are more worried about finally starting your uni life than anything else. âbut I prefer not to think about it.â
âI keep telling her she has nothing to worry about.â The smile on your brotherâs face is the same one you saw six months ago before he left for his second year at University and you left for your trip, the âiâm so proud of youâ kind of smile. âSheâs sharing classes with Charles, actually.â
âOh, so youâre gonna be in good hands.â Alex says it with a laugh, that only earns him a hit on the head from your brother. âAnyway, we have that party tonight at Landoâs. Are you coming?âÂ
You donât miss the way his cheeks heat up in a blush. âNo, we canât. Maybe another time.â
âYou can,â You interrupt him. It is the second time he turns down an invitation just to stay with you. âI need to finish organizing the last of my stuff. Boring stuff. You should definitely go, itâs Saturday, Osc.âÂ
âYeah butââ
âHeâll be there.â Alex tries to hide his laugh but doesnât do a good job.Â
âIâm pretty sure someoneâs gonna be very happy.â
âGoodbye, Alex!âÂ
Oscar grabs your arm, giving you barely enough time to turn around and wave a goodbye to his friend before he drags you away.
âWhat was he talking about?âÂ
âDonât know,â He simply answers, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time. âWhat do you say we grab some lunch?â
The partyâs in full swing when Oscar walks through the door of his friendâs apartment.Â
It is definitely a party organized by Lando; too many people in a cramped space, his DJ friend in a corner of the living room and everyone making out with everyone. Just the kind of party only Lando likes.Â
Oscar makes his way into the kitchen, needing some liquid courage.Â
âYou came!â Alex shows up out of nowhere, he notices his friend is holding a beer in his left hand as he wraps his arm around his shoulders. Oscar doesnât know how much heâs had to drink, but he smells too much like alcohol for his liking.Â
Leaning against the kitchen counter, full of different kinds of alcohol and chips, is Charles and his girlfriend.Â
âHey,â Charles raises his own beer as a greeting. âWhereâs your sister?â
âDonât tell me you left her alone in your apartment.â Charlesâ girlfriend frowns, throwing daggers at him.Â
Oscar throws his hands up in surrender. âShe didnât want to come. I insisted but she still has things to organize.âÂ
âYou should give her my number,â Alex, Charlesâ girlfriend says with a smile, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. âIâm sure weâre gonna get along.âÂ
Oscar opens his mouth to actually ask for her number when the thunderous voice of none other than Lando Norris interrupts him.
âOscar! You came!â Lando hugs him from behind, spilling some of his drink on the floor. But he doesnât even notice, heâs more focused on finding his cheek to kiss.Â
âHey, Lando.â Oscar blushes. Blushes hard. Heâs glad the dim lighting can hide how Lando makes him feel. âGood party.â
Lando smiles, sliding next to him and bumping shoulders. âGlad you like it.â Oscar finds himself returning the smile.Â
âPlease stop flirting in front of me or Iâm gonna throw up in your faces.â Alex rolls his eyes and Lando hits him in the chest.Â
Oscar finds it cute the way Landoâs cheeks heat up at the joke. He downs the last of his drink and Oscar has to fight the urge to wipe a drop of liquor from his bottom lip.Â
He hasnât even had a drink. Whatâs wrong with him?
Heâs thankful when Charles hands him a beer, so he has something else to do rather than stand there like an idiot ogling at Lando and wondering what his lips would taste like.Â
One minute theyâre all hanging out in the kitchen, drinking and talking about the next hockey game â the boys threatening him if he misses another practice â and the next one heâs sitting on the couch with Lando glued to his side, one of his legs over his lap.Â
Oscar looks down at his phone, his last text to you still without an answer.Â
[00:25] Oscar: Are you okay? Do you need anything?
He sighs, typing a new message.Â
[00:30] Oscar: I hope youâre just busy and nothing bad happened.
[00:31] Oscar: Iâm going to buy pizza on my way back home.
âOscar?â
He immediately looks up to find Lando looking at him with a pout.Â
âSorry, I needed to text my sister.âÂ
He reaches forward and boops Oscar on the nose with his index finger. âYou worry too much. Isnât she the same age as you?â
âWell, yeah.â Oscar feels a little silly now but doesnât say anything. âBut she doesnât know anyone around here, so I donât wanna leave her alone for so long.â
Lando flops his head onto Oscarâs shoulder and gazes up at him with his big, brown eyes.Â
âYouâre cute.â
Oscar canât help himself. He lifts his hand and pushes an errant curl behind Landoâs ear, fingers lingering on his cheek.Â
âYouâre cute, too.â Oscar says, swallowing the lump in his throat.Â
Landoâs eyes are wide as he stares at Oscar.Â
Oscar breathes into the air and Landoâs expression softens as he moves closer, breaths mingling and faces flushed. Theyâre so close that Oscar can count the freckles on his face.Â
The moment is interrupted by the ping of Oscarâs phone announcing a new message.Â
Oscar pulls away, hands reaching for his phone beside him.Â
[00:48] You: sorry was busy trying to fit all my clothes in your tiny closetÂ
[00:48] You: pizza sounds good! im starving
[00:49] You: hope youâreâŠ
He doesnât finish reading the third message, he just gets up after the second one, almost throwing Lando off the couch.Â
âWhaâwhat happened?â Lando is confused, his pupils wide and a faint blush still on the top of his cheeks.Â
âSorry, I have to go. My sister needs me.â
âBut we were about to,â The curly-haired boy tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, not really wanting to say the word âkissâ out loud.
Oscar types a quick message, letting you know that heâs on his way, not even listening or looking at Lando. âSee you Monday!â
Oscar is out of there in record time, leaving the party and a very confused and frustrated Lando behind.Â
Lando groans, head hanging over the back of the couch, and hides behind his hands.
A laugh startles him, making him look through his fingers. âThat was awful, mate.â His best friendâs leaning against the wall behind the couch, a glass of âhe assumesâ gin and tonic in his hands.
âWere you watching us?â Lando wants to dig a hole and crawl in. âYou perv!â
âItâs not my fault you didnât hear me the first time I announced myself. You were too busy trying to get laid.â
Lando groans again, âI barely know Oscarâs sister but I donât like her.â
Max laughs, plopping down next to him. Lando takes the still very full glass out of his friendâs hand and downs all the liquid, wincing as heâs not used to the taste.Â
âYou shouldâve run after him.â
He perks up, âShould I?â
âNo, you idiot.â Max looks at him as if heâs grown a second head. âAre you that desperate to get laid?â
âItâs not that.â Lando pouts, turning his body to the right so heâs facing him. âI really like Oscar. Like I have a huge, fat crush on him since the first time I saw him at hockey practice a year ago.â
âAnd Iâm sure he knows it.â Max says, sarcastically.
âWe barely talk,â Lando really wants the earth to swallow him whole. âwell, he barely talks. I donât know if heâs just shy or doesnât like me.â He sighs, looking at his friend, who is listening expectantly. âAnd when I finally decide to do something, his sister moves in with him. Itâs great. Just great.â He throws his hands in the air, tired, frustrated. Sexually frustrated more than anything.Â
âWhat a cockblock, uh?âÂ
âExactly! Youâre the only one that gets me, Maxie.â Lando throws himself at him, and Max has barely any time to grab him by the waist to stop him from falling face first onto his lap. âI wish I didnât catch feelings so fast. Justâlike you! Fucking my way around, no strings attached. How do you do it?âÂ
Max laughs, patting his friend on the back when he starts hiccuping.Â
âYouâre too soft for that.âÂ
âIâm not!â He pulls away, eyebrows furrowed. âI need to do something before I go mad. I really want Oscar to notice me.âÂ
âOh, believe me, he notices you.â But Lando is deep in his thoughts, bottom lip between his teeth. Max can almost see the cogs working inside his head.Â
âDoes she not have a life? Friends?â Lando asks absentmindedly.Â
âWell, you said she just moved in.âÂ
âSo thatâs what she needs.âÂ
âWhat?â Max can barely keep up.Â
âA life!â Lando pulls out his wallet, and it takes him three failed attempts to pull out a 100âŹ. He hands the money to Max without another word.Â
Max looks at him, and then the money in his hands. âWhat am I supposed to do with this?âÂ
âI donât know,â Lando shrugs. âjust make sure she has a life.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âMoney,â He takes his friendâs hand and places the money on his palm. âso you can take her out or something. I donât care.âÂ
âHold on a second.â Max sits up, hand brushing through his hair. âYou want me to take her out?âÂ
âYes! If you take her out, she has a life. Then, I can shoot my shot with Oscar without having to worry about his sister.â Lando looks like the cat that got the cream, eyes glistening and everything.Â
âAnd why would I do that?âÂ
âBecause you love me. And everyone wins.âÂ
âWhat do I win?â Max wants to laugh but the seriousness on his friendâs face stops him.Â
âA pretty girl.â Lando simply answers. âAnd 100âŹ.â
âHow do you know sheâs pretty?âÂ
Lando looks at him beneath his eyelashes, his lips in a pout. âPlease do this for me.âÂ
Max thinks about it for a second.Â
He really thinks about the whole plan.Â
He would be helping a friend â his best friend. He would be hanging out with a pretty girl and, if everything goes well, he would be getting in that same pretty girlâs bed.Â
And he needs a new camera.Â
âJust one time? Or you want this to be a regular thing?â If heâs going to do this, he may as well make the most out of it. âBecause if you want me to keep her busy, that means Iâd have to take her out and that means more money.âÂ
âI canât think anymore.â Lando throws his arm over his eyes, the music too loud for him to hear his own thoughts. âLetâs see how it goes first. Then, we talk about more money. Now just let me sleep, Iâm gonna have the worst headache of my life tomorrow.âÂ
âWell, you got yourself a deal.â
The first two classes werenât that bad.Â
By the third one you felt a lot more comfortable. Even more so when you recognised one of your brotherâs friends in the same class as you.Â
Charles gave you some tips about certain professors and what you needed to expect in your first year. Heâs in his second year now, so you listened very closely to everything he had to say.Â
Youâre one of the first ones to walk in the lecture hall, so you have enough time to find a seat and answer one of the dozen text messages from your parents asking about your day.Â
And the other dozen from your brother.Â
[15:23] Oscar: Want to have lunch together?
[15:28] Oscar: Howâs your day going? Any news?
[15:35] Oscar: I just bumped into Charles. He says youâre doing good!Â
[15:40] Oscar: I have hockey practice today.Â
[15:42] Oscar: In case you want to come and walk home together.Â
You sigh, a small smile gracing your lips.
[16:02] You: all good so far. i have a very weird professor lolÂ
[16:04] You: charles is such a nice guy, it made my classes so much easier and funÂ
[16:07] You: i really want to see you playing hockey so i might go lookÂ
[16:08] You: my last class is about to start so iâll talk to you later. love you!
Youâre hitting send when a presence startles you.
âIs this seat taken?â He asks, pointing to the seat right next to yours.Â
You look around the lecture hall, still pretty much empty.
âUhm, no?â You can count on the fingers of one hand how many people are attending the class. But he still chooses to sit next to you.Â
The teacher comes in a few minutes later, a few more students after him, but even then the lecture hall feels empty.Â
âHey,â The stranger says, leaning in to whisper without drawing the teacherâs attention.Â
You turn your head around, forcing yourself to move away when you realize how close he really is. âYes?â You say, typing away on your computer as the professor gives the class the list of books needed for the semester.
âDo you have a pen I can borrow?â He has a sheepish smile. Only then you notice that he doesnât carry a backpack, or books. Heâs just there, in a class where heâs supposed to be taking notes, without anything.
You dig into your bag, pulling out a pen and a sheet of paper.Â
His smile grows. âOh, thank you!âÂ
âAre you sure youâre in the right class?âÂ
âYes, why do you ask?â He turns his attention back to the professor, whoâs saying something you should definitely be paying attention to, but youâre more focused on the boy sitting next to you.Â
âNo reason at all.â
You make it through the first hour without distractions. Well, apart from the tapping of the stranger next to you and his constant sighing and twisting on his seat.Â
When the professor excuses himself to answer an important call, you know you have to say something.Â
âCan you stop, please? Youâre distracting me.â
âOh,â He leans a little closer, âAm I?âÂ
You groan, asking yourself if staying in that seat is really worth it.
You donât want to look at him, you really donât. The first time you saw how big and blue his eyes were, you knew you wouldnât be able to look at him again without getting lost in them.Â
So, you simply nod while pretending to look for a folder in your computer.Â
âI noticed the first time you kept typing the same line over and over again.â
Your blush starts at your neck and goes all the way up to your ears.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYouâre doing it again,â His breath hits you on the cheek, too close for your liking. âYou know youâve been opening and closing the same folder for five minutes now, no?â
You hold your breath, trying to regulate your heartbeat.Â
He doesnât say anything else, choosing to focus on what the professor is trying to teach you. However, you know you wonât be paying much attention.Â
You can still feel the warmth emanating from him, making you feel hot all over. His closeness is enough to put you on edge.Â
Just when you think he wonât be bothering you again, he slides a piece of paper over to you.
You ignore it for about five seconds until you canât anymore.Â
You unfold it.Â
âYour hair is prettyâ
It sends a thrill down your spine. The ghost of a smile crossing your face, something inside you making a funny little flip.Â
You force yourself to look at him, only to find his gaze already on you. The blonde stranger tilts his head and observes you for a while, and when you donât know what to do, and afraid of giving away how flustered you really are, you simply roll your eyes as an answer, immediately going back to paying attention, or pretending to. But the professor is nowhere to be seen and everyone is picking up their things to get out of there as fast as possible.Â
Finally.Â
You pack up your own things, slipping his note inside your notebook without him noticing, and stand up ready to run away.Â
You only make it out of the lecture hall before he falls into step with you.
âHey, you forgot this.â He shoves the pen into your face, almost making you trip over your own feet.Â
âYou can have it.â You walk a little faster, but it seems he doesnât want to leave you alone. âPretty sure you need it more than me.â Itâs just a whisper, a comment for yourself more than for him.Â
âUh, feisty!âÂ
You stop, turn around and take a deep breath. Plastering a smile on your face, you say, âYou are annoying.â And it seems that you amuse him, because he fights back a smile. A very pretty smile, you notice. âGoodbye.â
âIâm Max, by the way!â
âI donât care!â Youâre not proud, but he totally deserves the middle finger you give him.
He doesnât need to know but youâre glad you can put a name to that handsome face.
You check your texts as you make your way to the ice rink and, as expected, a message from your brother awaits you.Â
[17:45] Oscar: Something special you want for dinner today?
Itâs cute how much he cares about you. Maybe too much sometimes, but you wouldnât trade your twin and overprotective brother for anything in the world. Even if it means you have to put up with the hundreds of text messages and death glares directed at anybody who dares to even look at you.
âTexting a boyfriend?â
You look at Max from the corner of your eyes; heâs still walking a few feet behind. âAre you following me?â
He laughs. âWhy would I be following you?â
âYouâre weird.âÂ
âIâve been called worse.â
How can someone be so attractive and annoying at the same time?Â
Unfortunately, heâs headed the same way.Â
âAre you on the hockey team?â If you slow down to wait for him, well, who can blame you?
He cocks his head and the edge of his mouth quirks up in a smirk. âWhy? Are you into hockey players?â
âYou canât have a normal conversation, can you?â
Max laughs, opening the front doors and moving to the side to let you in first.Â
âYes, Iâm on the hockey team.â Max chuckles, âAre you on the hockey team?â
âMy brother,â You answer him, and Max raises his eyebrows. âHis nameâs Oscar. Do you know him?â
âAre you asking me if I know my own teammate?â
Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Youâve never felt so stupid talking to someone before, but thatâs exactly how this guy makes you feel. Have you forgotten how to talk or he just loves being an idiot and getting under your skin?Â
âMax!âÂ
Both of you turn around to find a curly-haired boy waving in your direction.
You recognize the bright, brown eyes of Lando Norris immediately.Â
âHey, Y/N!â He says when you approach him, putting his arm around your shoulder. âI see youâve met Max.â
You nod, âYes. Heâs in one of my classes.â Max winks at you. He has the audacity to wink. âAre you on the hockey team too?â
âOh nah, thatâs not for me. Max is actually my roommate.â Lando explains as Max leans against the side of the bleachers beside you. âIâm here as his moral support.â
Max laughs. A full belly-laugh.Â
Your head snaps at him so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash.Â
âAnyway,â Landoâs eyes widen, like silently saying something to his friend, before turning to look back at you. âAre you here to see your brother?â
âYes. I donât know anything about hockey, though.â
âDonât worry. I donât either. Iâm here to see the hot guys.â You laugh at how honest he is. âYou got plans tonight?â Lando asks after a few minutes, getting comfortable on the bleachers beside you, seeing some of the players getting out of the changing rooms.Â
âI donât know if Oscar has something planned, but I donât think so.â You fold your arms over your chest, feeling a little cold. âWhy? Do you have something in mind?â
âI know this pub that serves the best Guinness in town.â He states, nudging you. âYou and your brother should come.â
You shrug. It is a very appealing invitation after all, and after your first day of classes you definitely deserve it. âIt sounds like a place I want to know.â
âGreat!â Lando claps his hands together, then looks at his friend. âYou should join us too, Max.â
Please say no, you think.Â
Max shrugs. âSounds good to me.â
Great. Just great.
âIâm gonna get ready before the coach starts screaming at me again.â Max interrupts, a lopsided grin on his face. âPleasure to meet you, Piastri.â He bows, like one of those Lords in a period drama, tilting his head up a little and winking once again, making your heart stop for a second.Â
He disappears before you have time to think about something witty to say.Â
You look back at the ice rink, spotting your brother from a distance. He sees you almost immediately, and waves at you with enthusiasm. You wave back, a soft smile spreading across your features.
Well, you have an hour to come to terms with spending the afternoon with the most annoyingly attractive, blonde haired and blue eyed boy youâve ever met. Whatâs the worst that could happen?
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pls tell us more abt swap cupid! im also kinda enterested in Juan`s role in here, i assume he is the cupis here, right?
CHAT IS THES REAL SHRIMP IS ANSWERING THE INBOX STUFF ANT NOT DOING TASKS OR PLAYING AFK FOR REAL????
Coincidentally, Eros usually gets kids that are thrown in a new environment or conditions, like Remy and his moving situation! If he wasnt occupied with his baby-superstar, Eros prob woud`ve gotten Chloe /hj Rem actually got his love for coffee from his godparent (i hc theadult OG Remy would like tea more btw-)
Funny thing:Remy actually met THE cupid. Even before Timmy or Chloe did.
After his family pointed out kid havent received any valentine cards on Feb 14th They moved in January-. Remy didnt care abt any of that, but after his dad said that it means no one like-likes him and this is diabolical for a Buxaplenty- Rem demanded to see the magnificent dude. the Don Juan Valentine Magnifico was amused by a kid that wasn`t satisfied with absence of a random pink heart-card.
And then Remy commited a teeny-tiny arrow theft. He does not need to steal a bow,he has one already. kid has funky hobbies
Magnifico was mad ofc, but the love-arrow was returned safely shortly after. Kid did not have the guts to shoot someone, even if that was a special arrow.
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