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souredgrape · 8 days ago

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Fake a** Friends

George Clarke x (Fem)reader

WC: 4.1k

Synopsis: in a tight knit group of friends, there’s always one bad egg. However she just can’t seem to let her obsession with a certain man go. The same man you’ve liked for years.

Warning: bullying behaviour. Swearing. Obsessive behaviour. Alcoholism. Smoking. Willne being the no.1 wingman. James being himself.

Sitting in your living room, you were helping Rebecca do her roots, apparently the hairdresser was closed. So you ‘had to do it’ , as she had said. For the past hour you had been listening to her ranting about all the boys she’d be dating recently. You were exhausted. Both of your phones pinged simultaneously, an alert from the group chat. Rebecca looked.

“It’s Georgie!” She squealed, unlocking her phone. “Oh my god he’s invited us all out tonight!” You hummed in response to her loud voice.

“Where?” You asked, pinning up the last of her bleached hair.

“Uhm an Italian restaurant, he’s sent the address. Then he said drinks afterwards. Everyone is gonna be there.” Rebecca told you, replying to him in a sickly way then tossing her phone onto the couch. “I gotta look hot.” She said, looking right at you. “I know you probably don’t own anything sexy, so we can go to mine when you’re ready yeah?” The slight dig was nothing new to you, so you just nod, telling her how long she had on her hair. “I have to wear red, oh and it has to be tight. I need him to ogle me all night.” Rebecca smiled to herself, daydreaming about George like she did most days.

“What about Dan?” You questioned, reminding her of a man she’d been on a date with that week. Rebecca just rolled her eyes, hitting your arm playfully.

“That’s just fun. George is the man I want. And I know he wants me to.” She was so confident. You gave a fake smile, ignoring your own sadness. Because she was probably right. You’d had a stupid crush on him for a while, but you were nothing compared to her. She was curvy in all the right places, a blonde with bright green eyes, her lips and lashes were done. It’s what most guys wanted nowadays.

Whilst she was washing out the bleach, you hunted through your wardrobe, trying to find something nice for the evening. You wandered why you were even trying. With a sigh, you pulled out a dress, looking at it before putting it back. Then you spied a new item you had recently bought. A short black, leather skirt. Yeah, that could work. To go with it you pulled out a long sleeve, off the shoulder top in a colour that would compliment the leather well. Getting dressed, you looked in the mirror, the skirt hugged your hips, the top was tight to your figure too. It was part classy, but nice enough to know you were going out. With this, you put on your boots, tying up the laces when Rebecca came out of the bathroom. She looked you up and down with amusement before shaking her head.

“Do your make up at mine?” It was more of a demand than a question, but you nod nonetheless. “You look adorable by the way.” Rebecca smiled patronisingly.

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At Rebecca’s house, you were sat at her dresser, applying your makeup carefully.

“How about this?” Rebecca came into the room wearing a fitted, short red dress. It left little to the imagination, with her breasts hanging out and her ass peaking out the bottom. You thought maybe it was a little too revealing for dinner but, if she was happy.

“Yeah it’s nice.” Rebecca scoffed at your compliment, applying a little more red lipstick.

“Nice? It’s not just nice, I look amazing.” She looked over. “Pink eyeshadow? Really?” She asked, looking at you critically. You frowned, holding the brush midair. Letting out a soft breath, you finished off your make up and sat waiting for her. Rebecca was doing a thick Smokey eye, a bold red lip. A little too much for a casual Thursday. But who were you to judge? It took over an hour but she finally finished and you both began walking into town. Rebecca stopped just outside the restaurant, pulling out her perfume and proceeding to spray herself far too many times. You coughed, stepping back. “Oh stop being so dramatic. It’s just vanilla.” She rolled her eyes before walking inside, you following shortly behind. A waiter lead you both to a table in the window, where George was sat with another two mutual friends. Rebecca rushed over. “Hi guys!” She squealed. The group looked up, wincing slightly. George stood, getting out of the booth and giving Rebecca a polite hug in greeting.

“Hey, you’re late.” He chuckled, helping her to sit down in his previous seat. You stood there awkwardly for a moment.

“Well look at me, this takes time you know?” Rebecca swished her hair right in Wills face. George turned to you with a smile, swiftly pulling you into a hug as well. You hugged back, relaxing, all the tension that had built up over the day just faded away.

“You okay?” He asked quietly, not pulling away just yet. You hummed, nodding slowly. George looked at you unconvinced, but let it go and guided you to sit on the seat opposite to the others. He slid in beside you, handing you a menu then retrieving his drink.

“Why aren’t you sat next to me Georgie?” Rebecca asked with a pout, making Will and your other friend, Lisa, look at her funny. George hardly looked up from his menu.

“I’m comfortable here thanks.” You could see that she was annoyed, and you opted to look at the food options as well. “See, should I be really boring and get pizza, or step it up a notch and get the-“ he paused, pursing his lips “-Brand-…brandacujun…” you laughed at his poor pronunciation.

“What is it?” You moved a bit closer, following his finger to where he was looking.

“Dried cod and potato’s.” He drawled, glancing at you with a knowing look. “I’m getting pizza.” You both laughed. Shaking your head, you sat back and placed your menu down.

“I’m probably gonna get the tomato pasta.” You said, getting a nod of approval from Will opposite you.

“Are you finally trying to bulk?” Rebecca questioned. You turned to her confused. “You’ve just gotten really thin lately, that’s all.” She shrugged, whilst you sat there a little shocked. Instead of replying, you checked your phone, not noticing the shared look of disapproval from Will and George.

A waiter had brought your drinks and food, now everyone sat eating quietly. The only noticeable noise was Rebecca’s long nails clicking her phone aggressively. George looked up from his Pizza.

“Who are you talking to? You’re gonna break your phone screen.” He laughed a bit, gaining the tables attention. You put your fork down, wiping your lips free of tomato sauce.

“Oh uh, no one.” Rebecca quickly put her phone away.

“Oh I see, boyfriend?” George wiggled his brows but was met with a deep scowl from the girl opposite.

“As if! I only have eyes for one man!” She declared. You rolled your eyes, wondering if anyone believed her lies. Will leant over, talking into her ear quietly. “Shut up! That’s not true!” Rebecca yelled with anger, slapping Will on the shoulder rather harshly. However Will just chuckled at that, before looking at you. Confused, you tilted your head but he just shook his head in dismissal. George sat back, his arm resting on the back of the booth behind you. You froze slightly, unsure of what to do. Rebecca was glaring daggers at you.

“Ignore her.” George muttered, tossing his used napkin on his plate. Letting out a breath, you rested back, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I like your outfit.” He grinned, shocking you slightly. Gazing up at the man, you blushed slightly.

“Thank you.” You replied sheepishly, playing with the rings on your fingers, causing George to notice. He shifted closer, gently touching the ring on your index finger. It was a simple silver band with a black stone in the centre.

“This is nice.”

“It was my mums.” You clarified with a smile. George simpered, the hand that was on the booth, coming to rest on your shoulder.

“You’re coming for drinks next right? We’re going to that pub that’s just been done up, booked us a table so we’ll definitely have a seat.” George knew of your anxiety, clearly trying his best to persuade you. And it worked because you found yourself nodding. “Good, I’ll make sure you’re sat next to me.” It was as if he were protecting you, but you weren’t sure why.

“Fuck off Will!” Rebecca suddenly shouted, making everyone look at them. The Geordie put his hands up in surrender.

“Stop saying that shit then.” He shot back. You were confused, but Lisa asked for the bill before you could question anything. Her boyfriend was on his way, she’d said so just before the food arrived. The bill was split and everyone got up ready to leave. George took your hand, helping you down from the higher booth. However, he kept your hand in his grasp as your little group began walking down the street. He looked down at you with a cheeky grin.

“This is fine right?” You nod softly, inching just a little closer. Up ahead, Rebecca looked back at you with a look so cold it almost made you flinch. Instinctively, you tightened your hold on George’s hand, which he noticed and tugged you towards him.

Will cheered as the pub came into view, and Lisa ran up to her boyfriend happily. When you went inside, George gave his name and you were lead to a table in the back, by a lit fire. It was cosy, the seat against the wall being cushioned, the chairs opposite mahogany. Quickly, George ushered you into the side against the wall, slipping in beside you. Will sat across from you again, letting out a quiet groan when Rebecca took the space on the other side of George. Lisa’s boyfriend was clearly confused, sitting by Will and listening to the man as he told him something under his breath. You watched them with furrowed brows, wanting to know what the issue was.

“I’ll go to the bar, anyone wanna help me?” Lisa asked hopefully, Will piped up quickly.

“Rebecca will.” She looked at him annoyed but got up and went regardless. You took the chance to lean forward.

“What’s going on?” You questioned lowly. Will shared a look with George.

“She’s getting on our nerves. She’s obsessed with George, it’s fuckin’ creepy man.” He explained. You sat back slowly, looking around for a moment. “Don’t tell us you didn’t know?” Will scoffed with amusement.

“No I know she has a crush on him.” You said, tapping your nails against the wooden table. “I guess I just thought the feeling was mutual.” You admitted, looking from Will to George. He raised his brows in surprise.

“Oh my god, she’s got no chance.” Will laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing to say.

“What?”

“(Y/n), she’s insane.” George looked right at you trying not to laugh.

“Yeah but she’s pretty.” All three of the men sat there started laughing, your eyes widening.

“She’s fake, and toxic. A new man every week. Her lips are about to pop. She’s not pretty, she’s plastic.” George shook his head as he spoke. “And she had the nerve to comment on your body? Ridiculous.” You went a little red, looking down at yourself for a second. “Does she always say things like that?” He turned to you, and you went very quiet. George looked deep into your eyes, but you couldn’t respond as the girls came back with drinks. Your silence was your answer though. Taking your drink, you sipped on the straw, deciding that the fire was more interesting to look at now. Rebecca was being very giggly, moving insanely close to George. It was clear he was uncomfortable. You frowned, sitting forward and watching them interact for a second.

“(Y/n).” Will spoke quietly, gaining your attention. “He doesn’t want her.” He whispered, taking a drink of his beer. You stared at him, trying to read between the lines.

“I’m going for a vape, anyone coming?” No one responded to Rebecca, so she looked at you. “(Y/n)? You’ll come with me.” It was more of a demand than a question. Unmoved, you shook your head firmly. Her jaw tightened, as she left out the back door in a huff.

“Why does she smell like a coffee?” George wafted his hand around in the air. You giggled slightly, turning towards him again.

“A hundred sprays of Kayali.”

“Oh it’s vile.” He shivered, then smiled at you. “Are you cold? You’ve got goosebumps.” He noticed, gently touching your shoulder. You shrugged softly.

“I’ll be fine. Old pubs are cold.” George hummed at what you said, but still, he moved forward and wrapped his arm around you. You went stiff for a moment, but allowed yourself to relax. They were finally starting to notice that Rebecca really wasn’t that nice. So, maybe you could allow yourself to enjoy this treatment. When you finally leant against George’s chest, and picked up your drink, finally just relaxed, the man was beaming. Will gave him a nod of approval, clicking their beer glasses together. George gave your waist a gently squeeze as you all settled into a comfortable conversation.

———

“-no that was James not me!” Will breathed in defiance, the rest of the table laughing at him.

“No im pretty sure you’re the one who stood there blushing like an idiot.” George cackled, his fingers tracing idle lines on your side.

“One, I was not blushing, two, he called me babe!” Will exasperated, finishing his beer off.

“I dunno man, I say you both just kiss and get it over with.” When George said that, Will gave him a very pointed look.

“You can’t talk.” The two men looked at each other challengingly for a while. Lisa shook her head and you both giggled. Coming back from the bathroom, Lisa’s boyfriend took a seat and said.

“Rebecca is still in the beer garden. She’s chatting with some forty year old bloke?” He let the group know, but you weren’t surprised in the slightest. Placing your empty glass down, you sighed.

“Maybe she bumped into Dan.”

“Who’s Dan?” Lisa asked, standing and picking up your glass.

“Her hinge date from last week. He’s like thirty eight. Seems lovely though. She giggles every time he texts…” you trailed off, realising that Rebecca most likely had very real feelings for the older man, she just didn’t know it herself.

“That’s great for her.” George said.

“It is, but she’s so caught up in fancying you that I don’t think she knows.” Will made a noise of agreement at what you said, and George pouted slightly.

“You’ve gotta prove to her that you’re off limits.” Will decided whilst getting up to help Lisa. George, thinking deeply, rested his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t flinch, but you did smile and let yourself admire his side profile. You always thought he had pretty eyes.

“I think I can do that.” He mumbled, looking around the pub. “You don’t mind if we pop out for a smoke break do you mate?” George looked across at the man who was carefully watching his girlfriend at the bar.

“‘Course not. Go ahead.” With a grin, George pulled you up and guided you towards the front door of the pub, out into the brisk night air.

“You don’t smoke? Neither do I?” You were understandably confused. He walked forward, sitting himself on the brick wall that surrounded the building. You stood in front of him, his hair slightly messed up from where he kept playing with it. Naturally, you reached out and fixed it.

“I know, just wanted to talk to you.” George confessed, placing his hands on your waist and tugging you to stand between his legs. You blushed, but kept calm and looked down at him. “You never answered me, when I asked if Rebecca always spoke to you like that?” He pressed gently, thumb moving against your side tenderly. Wetting your lips, you avoided his blue eyes like the plague.

“Yeah, sometimes.” You let out, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

“What does she say?”

“Lots of things.” You scoffed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “It’s usually just patronising shit. Like saying I look adorable or that I just don’t understand because I’ve never had a boyfriend.” George stared up at you intently, subtly drawing you in. “Or that I’m unattractive. You know, men don’t like girls like me, stuff like that.”

“That’s a lie.” He said matter of factly, catching you off guard. When your eyes met again, he let out a small sigh. “She’s such a bitch.”

“She’s our friend George.” You reasoned but he just frowned.

“I don’t want friends like her, that constantly bring you down. That leech off of us and think they’re better than us.” He brought you closer, if possible. “She has the chance to be happy with that man she’s with. Let her figure it out.” George kept his eyes on you as he spoke. You knew he was right, but you still felt a little bad for her. Noticing your mood, George swiftly pulled you down into his embrace. You melted, hugging back immediately. Your arms wound around his neck, burying your face in alongside. Somehow, George guided you to perch on his thigh, his hand rubbing up and down your back. You both stayed like that for a moment, the drama of the table forgotten, not even the cold was bothering you now. He pulled back from the hug, just a little, looking at you with a soft smile.

“What?”

“You’re just pretty.” George smirked, your cheeks warming in a flash. Cupping your cheek, he tilted your chin down, bringing your face just centimetres from his own. Suddenly you felt as though you knew exactly what Will was trying to tell you earlier. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly leant in. Meeting him half way, you pressed your lips to his, any apprehension you had fizzling away. The kiss was soft and timid at first, testing the waters. It was clear very quickly that you both wanted what was happening, however. George deepened the kiss, his fingers threading through your hair carefully, bringing you flush against him. When you parted, your foreheads rested together, quiet giggles shared between you.

“Think that’ll show her I’m not interested?” George asked smugly, a small scoff escaping you.

“Yeah maybe just a bit.” His thumb stroked your cheek tenderly.

“But you know I like you right?”

“I kinda just got that…” you admitted, leaning into his larger hand, enjoying the warmth.

“Guess I’ll just have to keep showing you.” George mumble before kissing you once more. It was laced with confidence, lips moving together with passion and understanding. His hold on you was tight, kissing you with purpose. The outside world was a blur now, the noise of the night completely fading out. A deep cough unfortunately broke your trance. When you looked up, you were both surprised to see James looking down at you.

“Hey guys.” He had a shit-eating grin. “Will texted and said he felt like a third wheel, which was confusing at first but uh-“ he looked between you. “-I get it now.” James laughed. You were blushing badly, resorting to hiding your face against George’s shoulder as you both stood up.

“Yeah yeah, eat it up, go on.” George was laughing too, but he was also a little red. “Come on, we’ll take you to your lover.”

“You do not get to tease me when you were making out in the middle of the street!” James exclaimed, following behind you and George, who was still chuckling to himself. You clung onto his arm, smiling. Back at the table, everyone was now sat there, even Rebecca. You stood there anxiously, watching Will and James hug and sit down next to each other. George looked at Rebecca.

“Can you let us pass?” He asked politely, as she looked up at him with her bright green eyes.

“I’m sure you can squeeze past me Georgie.” She cooed, not making any effort to move.

“Rebecca, move.” George tugged you closer, clearly getting annoyed. She huffed, getting up to let you both into the seats. George went first, which you were happy about as you didn’t want him next to her. As you passed, Rebecca let her foot stick out, just enough for you to tumble over it. George was quick to react, catching you under the arms and pulling you next to him. “How old are you? Five?” He wrapped his arm around your waist, hand resting on your hip protectively. Rebecca watched, brows furrowed and jaw clenched whilst she sat beside you. Deciding to ignore her, you leant against George and sipped on your fresh drink.

A bit of time passed with little issue, just a few short glares from the blonde. George was extra clingy, but you loved it. His arms were constantly around your middle, his head resting on your shoulder, face sometimes nuzzling your neck. You’d never felt more content in public. For the most of it, you’d been wrapped up in conversation with James for the past twenty minutes, Will and George watching you both fondly. It was nice. To put it simply.

“He looks like a lovesick puppy.” James chortled, pointing at George. Will nod in agreement, putting his pint down.

“Yeah look at ‘im, pining after her.” You blushed at his words, messing with your straw.

“Don’t go shy on us now, you were literally kissing in front of the whole street.” James smirked, causing Will to gasp.

“They did! Fucking finally man. Do you know how long I’ve been listening to him talk about her?”

“Right there’s no need to call me out like that!” George sputtered, a small smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but giggle, finding it endearing. “I could get right back at you and you know it.”

“You wouldn’t.” Will looked worried. James looked confused.

“What? There’s a new girl you’re into?” The tall man asked lowly.

“Actually it’s-“

“Don’t you fucking dare man.” Will cut him off with haste and you quickly caught on, starting to laugh. George beamed, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You pulled a face.

“Beer.”

“Oh sorry I don’t drink sparkly strawberry drinks like you.” He chuckled, poking your nose softly. You simpered, leaning into him and resting your head on his chest with a content sigh.

“That’s it. I’m leaving.” Rebecca declared, standing up and making the table rock. Everyone looked at her with bewilderment. She turned to you, rage clouding her vision. “You’re such a fake friend, you know that (y/n)?”

“What?” You said, frowning. She laughed falsely, downing the rest of her drink before slamming the glass down.

“You knew I liked him and yet you went behind my back and got with him! You’re such a whore!” Your heart sank at her worlds, mouth going a little dry. Everyone on the table looked at the girl as if she had two heads. George turned you away from her, his arms encasing you protectively.

“Just go. We won’t miss you.” He spat, not even bothering to look at her. Rebecca gaped, not expecting such a cold response from him.

“Y’ never had a chance man.” Will laughed, waving at her with a cocky grin. With an infuriated screech, Rebecca turned and stormed out of the pub. Everyone sat there silently for a moment, before a feeling of calm washed over the table. “Thank fuck for that.” Will spoke first, and everyone laughed a little. Even you.

“You okay?” George asked, running his fingers through your hair. You nod, letting out a breath and feeling yourself relax. “I think we should block her.”

“I’m with you on that, let her be happy with her dilf.” Will decided, pulling his phone out already. You giggled at your friends, their support warming you inside. George kissed your head softly, returning you both to your original position. Everyone around you was so positive, Will had your back the whole night. James was ecstatic to see you with George, even if he did tease you. And George was attached to you now. It was perfect. He even took your phone, blocking Rebecca from your socials. You did hope she’d be happy, in the end. Either way, you were pretty happy with how things were heading. <3

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lenneygirl4ever · 24 days ago

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the alchemy || Will Lenney

“where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me”

part two of THE ALCHEMY. part one here

pairing: will lenney x fem!reader

warnings & tags: friends to lovers. idiots with tension. idiots in denial. slowish burn. will pov. more will, less football. chrismd gossip bestie.

summary: after seeing the public’s reaction to your performance, you see how your fellow teammate takes to social media after the fact. causing the two of you to reach a breaking point.

a/n: hello!!! this is a long one, so grab a drink lads. thank you for your patience, im a first year college student and the last month has been hectic.

for any clarity, this is the gap between the two charity matches! :)

wc: 5.9K

Recently, you haven’t been able to sleep. The thrill of the match still shocks you awake, every time there are new photos released or a new video, you are quick to engage. Slowly, videos are released from your other mates, and you eagerly tune in to see what they say.

It’s exciting. The feedback has mainly been positive, yet you still feel the uneasy flip in your stomach every time you see someone has released a video. It's all you can think about. And when you weren't thinking about football, you watched it on telly. You missed playing, the competition, the simple act of being active. It's given you a new surge of motivation, pushing you into creating.

The only downside of it all is that your phone has been buzzing with notifications today, especially. Usually, your phone mutes any notifications from social media, allowing you to not get sucked in all day. Truly, you do your best to ignore it, to ignore the increasing number you see every time you open Twitter, Instagram, or TikTok. But you're only human, and humans are quite curious.

You try not to think anything of it, occupying your time in the studio to film your own video about the charity match. You had B-roll shots, stills, and close-ups of players when you were benched. It was becoming a combination of all the things you adored, your friends, film, and football.

Once you begin to sit down to film a portion of the video, you review the brief script you had written until you feel your right pocket vibrate. Getting up to turn off the camera, you pull out your phone to see who's calling. And to your surprise, it's Chris. You slide open your phone and put it to your ear as you click the camera off.

"Do you need to tell me something?" Chris asks immediately, making your heart drop. You hadn't been hiding anything, spoke to him frequently, and were sure you didn't need to tell him anything.

"What? I don't think so, do I?" You wonder aloud. Chris groans loudly, making your phone speaker crackle in your ears. He doesn’t often text, matter of fact, Chris is a god-awful texter— and an even worse mate to call in a time of need. You could text him and he would go at least a week without responding, usually replying with “Sorry I thought I responded!”

Which makes you wonder, what could be so important that he called you first? Usually, like Simon, it was to help film, otherwise Chris would call to gossip. The boys loved gossiping, or catching up, as they would say.

"I've just seen Will's video," He starts, and you wait for him to continue, but it seems he's doing the same. "Came out a few hours ago.."

You walk in circles in the studio, a hand tapping the side of your thigh out of nerves. You knew Will was uploading his pov of the charity match sometime later in the week, but he didn't tell you exactly when. You'd be lying if you hadn't wondered what would be kept in your shared interactions, what Will said about you, and what Mikey would deliberately choose to keep in. It was a thought that had plagued your mind since Will had taken the GoPro off when you two returned to the hotel.

"Right, and what does that mean?" You huff, choking down the unease in your tone.

"Oh my god, have you seen it? You haven't, have you?" Chris exclaimed, and you could hear the small giggle he tried to stifle. "You two really are clueless, aren't you? It's ridiculous that our other mates are on Hinge actively trying to not be single, and you two do it by choice!" he joked hysterically.

“You’re a dickhead,” you cut in between his laughter, choosing to ignore the blatant comment about yours and Wills' peculiar relationship.

While Chris continues to make himself laugh, the curiosity is now starting to gnaw at you, causing you to stride over to your desk. Without another beat, your monitor is turned on, and you pull out the chair to get comfortable. You attempt to ignore his laughter as you open up YouTube, typing in Will's second channel name.

"Take a gander for me, will you? When you get the chance, of course," Chris says, and you can hear the wide grin on his face. You freeze, like you had just been caught, the mouse hovering over the thumbnail of the video. You look around the room, just to make sure you're alone.

"I suppose," you say slowly, sitting up straighter than before. Chris then goes on to talk about his latest endeavors, awful dates, video ideas, and the next time you two will see each other. Under other circumstances, you'd be happy to chat. But right now, all you wanna do is watch Wills latest video.

"Hey Chris, I gotta get back to filming this video, mate," you fib, leaning back into your chair, "I want it up by next week, and I'm the only one editing it."

"Oh yeah, yeah, I'm just chatting. Let me know when you watch that video, text me," he responds politely.

"If you even get back to me-" and the phone call ends before you can even say goodbye. You furrow your eyebrows at your phone before setting it down on the desk. You mumble the title to yourself,

SIDEMEN CHARITY MATCH (First Person POV) a bit more willne • 271k views • 3 hours ago

It can’t be that bad, is what you’re trying to convince yourself. You've existed on the internet for a long time now, and there isn't anything you can't handle. Clicking on the video, your heart starts hammering in your chest. You let a few minutes roll by, holding your breath, and then you see the moment when you tapped on Will's shoulder.

"I’m literally shitting myself right now, Will," you let out, and Will watches it back with a soft smile and a tender chuckle.

“Awh poor y/n/n, she was really nervous the entire time, I felt so awful once we split up,” he says over the video.

There it is. The common burn on your face, the shiver down your spine, and the drumming of your heart against your chest. You hit the space bar, pausing the video, to cover your face in embarrassment.

Is it silly to be so riled up by a singular sentence? Are you crazy for wanting to analyze every little thing in the video? You seem to take note of everything. You notice the upturn on the corner of his lips, the way he plays with the ring on his pinky that you got for him-- a nervous tick he picked up, the shifting of his eyes down to his lap when he gets bashful. It's driving you crazy.

So, instead, you watch in complete silence for the rest of the video. It keeps you from pausing frames, reading comments, and feeling lightheaded. But you notice how the GoPro often faces where you're standing on the field, how Mikey left in the bits and pieces of you two interacting that could've easily been cut out. The small waves, subtle smiles, the hug you two shared after you had missed the goal. Half the time Will wouldn't say anything, he would just grin, reliving the moment, occasionally making small comments.

"She really is something, isn't she? Many good assists for her first match,"

and

"Look at that darlin' smile,"

Yet you didn't pause, you remained still in your seat, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as if blinking would take it away. Even though you could feel the air leave your lungs when you appeared on screen.

But then you reach the point where Will makes his goal.

You nervously bite your fingers as he celebrates, telling the audience the same thing he told you on the field, how he had never been a striker and always stayed in the back. The GoPro shot is now playing as Wills words fade into the background. The next few moments play, and it's where Will was screaming something intangible to you.

You aggressively turn up the volume all the way, turning on closed captions to be sure. Your mouse hovers over the timestamp, “most replayed,” and that's when you hear it.

"For you! I did it for you!"

It plays once, then you replay it, and then replay it again. You feel crazy. Taking in his every word, every move, was this okay? A moment that felt so raw and personal was now published for thousands to observe.

“For you! For you!” that’s what Will continues to shout at you on the pitch. And Will doesn’t say much about it, because just before was the clip of you saying he owes you a goal. But when you watch the video you feel like you’re back on the field. Chest heaving up and down, you can barely breathe, and there’s Will running at you shouting something you couldn’t make out. His skin sticking to yours as he embraces you, his hands gripping the side of your body with the proudest smile. A smile, that now says, that was for you.

Just like before, you pause the video, hands gliding through your hair. You don't finish the video. Instead, you step away from the computer and fall back onto the couch that you originally were going to film on.

Okay. It was pretty bad. You understand why your mentions have been blowing up all day and why Chris gave you a call. But it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen this before. Earlier on, you’d often get paired with any boy you came into contact with. It never got out of hand, and most of the time, you were able to ignore it, and the others would too.

But this time it was a little different. The next few days roll by and you aren't able to dodge it. The tweets, the teasing from friends, the edits, god the edits. When filming with friends you were always ready for a joke about Will to make an appearance.

And once you upload your video on the charity match, the comments are bombarded with curiosity and flood in quickly.

StarvxsmWillLoverforever Starting to see why will and y/n can't beat the dating allegations.. 349 likes 17 replies

marriottxmorgan Literally!!!

Admittedly, you feel a little crazy for reading the comments to see if others are picking up on what’s happening. You don’t need to rely on the audiences validation on what’s going— but it does make you feel a little more sane.

Despite it all, Will doesn't bring it up to you, nor does he make any insinuation that he knows about it when he comes by your flat one afternoon.

“Are you coming tomorrow night?” Will asks over your shoulder, his breath fanning the tips of your ears. You turn your head away from the show you're watching and lean back to create space. A chill is sent down your spine as the hairs on your arm stand. He leans over the couch, the sun casting shadows to create definition in the muscles on his arms. Your cat, calamari, follows him, weaving between his arms and purring. A fortuitous combination that focused all the things you loved in one home.

“To what? Watch you prats drink and make a fool of yourselves?” you bantered, turning your body fully to face him. "I have somewhere to be the next morning,"

Arthur mentioned how the lads were hitting the pubs over the weekend, but it seemed he failed to mention that you were meant to accompany them. Will shrugs, arms crossing over one another to lean closer to you.

“Chris said you would,” he insisted, and you could see the smile he was trying to hide. You roll your eyes and lean back onto the couch as Will picks up the feline, cradling her in his arms.

“Why does everyone keep saying I’ll do things before talking to me?” you wondered aloud.

“Because you always end up doing them darlin,” Will teases, kissing your pet before settling down in the open space next to you with Calamari in his lap. "I think Arthur owes Chris twenty quid if you go,"

The silence stretches, reminding you that you're playing house again with Will. There’s leftover takeout on the table, his coat lazily hanging off a chair, and the worn out ball you both had been passing around. The breeze that comes from the open window cools the burn on your face and clears the air of any tension. Your eyes sweep the room, before landing back on Will whose attention is on Calamari.

You awe silently, Will has a habit of adoring every pet he comes into contact with. And often, they end up loving him just as much. Without hesitation, you grab your phone, snapping a picture to save for later.

“I guess I don’t have anything else going on,” you say simply, tucking your phone back under your thigh.

“You don’t disappoint,”

Will stays for several more hours after that, watching telly with you, playing with mari, he watches as you write formal emails, and listens to your phone calls with your manager.

Between all this, you posted the photo of Will and Mari. No caption, no music, no tags, just the photo. You hadn’t thought much of it, a simple photo that was cute. Yet, Wills face wasn’t in it, just the wave of of his hair and the ring on his pinky finger— you weren’t trying to hide him. Either way, it didn’t stop your audience from finding out who it was.

So the hours before you were finally going to get some sleep, were left with you refreshing your phone.

“Fucks sake,” you mumble under your breath, before turning off your phone frustratedly for the night and going to bed.

The music is loud, but the chatter is more audible. You hesitate, not wanting to leave the solace of the cool air. Bars made you anxious, so did large crowds of people, and the only anecdote to that right now—was to drink.

You push open the door, immediately being met with loud cheers as older couples watch the game on the multiple TVs that are displayed. You take a second look at the location you were sent, and you seemed to be in the right place.

Slipping around groups, and bumping into couples, you eventually end up slamming into a familiar face.

“Y/N! Thought you weren’t coming for a second there, mate!” Chris steadies you, yelling over Queen playing on the big speakers. Fixing the pieces of hair that got caught in your lipgloss, you give a shy smile.

“I got wrapped up in editing,”

“We’ve got to get you an editor,” Chip chimes in, appearing with the rest of the lot. You roll your eyes in response, eyeing him.

"Yeah, yeah,” you say dismissively, crossing your amrs over one another. “Where’s Sabina?”

"She was knackered and didn't know if you were coming or not! I'll text her, tell her you are thinking of her," he responds politely, pulling out his phone to text his girlfriend. Gaze sweeping the group, you count six men, minus Will, and that’s when reality to hits you—

"This is awful! I'm stuck babysitting you blokes all night, again," you express, the palms of your hands pressing against your eyes.

"Oh we're not all bad," a voice comes from behind you, warmth radiating on your back. And without even turning around, you know it's Will. One of his hands leans against the bar, outstretching infront of you, while the other holds a half empty glass. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder, and Will is looking down at you, head slightly tilted with a small grin.

It's suffocating, his eyes on you, yours on his, and everybody elses on the both of you. It feels more intimate than when Will has fallen asleep in your bed after a quiet evening. This is a public display, both of you slotting together like pieces in a puzzle, your back pressing into his chest accidentally.

"And when you end up singing down the street and getting carried by George later, tell me that," He laughs lightly, breath fanning your face with tequila and mint. He still has the same smile that looked at you, and only you, with adoration.

"Another pint, anyone?” Stephen asks.

“Oi! Shots in celebration!” Cal insists instead.

“We could just do both, really,” you offer, and the rest seem to rally at the suggestion.

"Brilliant idea,"

The lot of you kill more time with conversations about formula 1, filming, football, and more importantly, shots. You could feel the music in your feet, sending shock waves to your racing heart. The pub continued to get more crowded as time went on, allowing you to sneak away to use the bathroom for a moment of silence and peace. The liquor you drank burned your throat and sat heavy in your stomach, while it eased your anxiety and loosened your joints, it was making you impulsive.

There’s surprisingly no line, and your out in no time, fixing your smudged mascara in the foggy mirror. You reach for your purse, only to realize you don't have it, and you also don't have your phone. Quickly, or as quickly as you can handle, you move out of the bathroom and into the crowded hall.

You must've left it at the booth, or maybe outside when you needed fresh air, or maybe by the pool table? You strain your neck, going on your tip toes to sweep the room. Once, twice, and then your eyes fall on Will. He's on his phone, and theres a black bag that hangs on his shoulder.

You feel a sense of relief wash over, but also your heart skip a beat.

“William, I think you have something of mine,” You say loudly, drawing his attention away from his phone, down to you.

“What? This? I have one of these myself,” he says jokingly, sliding the purse off his arm and onto the counter next to you both. He then digs in his pant pocket, fishing out your phone and sliding it next to your purse. Under the awful lights, his hair is shinning and freshly washed, the hair near his ears is short meaning that it was newly cut.

“You look better without those hats,” you observe aloud. Your hand reaches and brushes through his hair, ruffling it, “Have you ever considered a mullet? You’d suit one,”

Will tilts his head, like a puppy, his eyes big and bright— “Noted,” and only now, you notice how the rest of the lads had scattered, and Will was by himself. You look over your shoulder, then reaching on your tiptoes to search for the boys.

“Were you waiting for me?” You observe, even though you meant to only think that. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Will shrugs, trying to hide the small smile that dared to creep on his face.

“Kinda,”

"You can't kinda wait for someone,"

"I was going to wait for you anyway, but then you left your bag near the pool table, gave me a good excuse." Will's gaze swept the room— their friends nearing on the edge of being plastered, singing and talking to strangers. He was searching for something, not someone, but something else.

Grabbing your attention, the bartender slings two pints your way, "For the couple," he winks, making your face burn. You both don’t say anything at first, the atmosphere shifting to try to mold to both of your comforts.

The air had changed, suddenly gotten so dry and tight that it made Will's body stiffen. Ignoring the comment, Will grabs the glass and inspects it before taking a small sip.

“Are you.. seeing what people are saying?” Will asks as you grab the glass left unattended. "About us,"

His voice was low, eyes fixed somewhere just passed your shoulder, like looking at you directly might unravel something you both aren't ready for.

You shift uncomfortably, of course you did. How could you not? Every day since Will posted the video, when Ieuans' photos were released of both of you, last night's post— you’d been getting tagged in edits, clips, everything. The question was big, pointed, and unexpected.

“Yeah, I’ve seen a few things,” you lie, hiding your unease by squeezing the class tighter.

The look on Wills face, you’ve seen it before. When editing software crashes, or when an unplanned event happens during a video, this time it’s a little different. There’s tension in his brows, his jaw isn’t clenched, instead theres doubt, uncertainty, that strains him.

“It’s okay, Will, I swear it doesn’t bother me.” you reassure, “Unless it.. it uh, bothers you, of course—“

“No! No, that isn’t, no, it doesn’t bother me at all,” he sputters earnestly. Will's eyes meet yours—guarded but still steady—before clamping his mouth shut. Holding back on the words dancing on his tongue.

"Okay," You slowly nod, as if you’re still processing it as you’re responding. You should leave it at that, finish your drink and head back towards the group— “Then why did you bring it up?”

What did they put in the liquor tonight?

In all the time you've known Will, he's not a good liar. He’s also not good at hiding what he’s feeling on his face. His tongue presses against the inside of his bottom lip, face twisting to avoid an awkward grin.

“I thought it would make you uncomfortable,” he mutters, his eyes darting down to look at the foam in his glass. You shift, hesitantly moving closer to Will to capture his attention.

“What? No, it’s never made me uncomfortable before. Should it?” You ask, hand grazing his forearm. Which makes Will look at you before he shrugs, quiet and shy, similar to when you first met him.

"I've seen what it's done to other people, it could have a horrible ending,"

“Doesn’t have to,”

“But it could,”

“That stuff doesn't change anything, we're still..." You begin defensively, before the weight of your words slowly starts to settle. "..where we are,”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, the adrenaline bleeding out of your system. You don’t pick up on the shock on Wills face at first, but after a beat of silence you realize the depth of what you just said. Slowly, you swallow the sip from your drink, giving you enough time to possibly save yourself.

But you don’t say anything.

You both stare at each other incredulously.

“Well, where are we, y/n?" Will probes. He can see it now, the look on your face, the shock, the stature of your posture, the mistake it was saying that outloud. You know he’s asking because he already has an answer in his head, but he wants you to reaffirm it. You know Will, and Will knows you, it’s inescapable.

Again, the silence stretches, but not comfortably like it was the night before in your living room. This time it’s heavy, thick with anticipation.

Even with the loud chatter in the pub, it makes your ears ring. You’re convinced you two are the only ones not talking. The look on his face says he’s waiting for you to say something else, but you don’t. You swallow and lick the dry cast on your lips, being the first to break eye contact. Breaking the string tying you two together at this moment.

“Y/n, be honest with me—”

“Hello! What are we standing around for? We’re doing karaoke in the back, George has already had one too many as you can tell,” Chris comes over, his hands clasp Wills shoulders from behind. Chris looks at you first, and then glances to Will, noting the two of you saying nothing. Chris quirks an eyebrow, mouthing something along the lines of “Bad time?”

“Stop sitting around and flirting, will ya? At least when George flirts with him, he shares,” Stephen says teasingly, comes up to join you lot. He doesn’t note the tension between the two of you, or he totally does and just doesn't care. Both of which are completely plausible answers.

“Right, I’ll come on over,” You affirm quickly, seeing this as your only out of the hole you dug yourself into. You give one last glance to Will, and his face is twisted. His eyebrows furrow together, and his lips are slightly parted, it’s a look that reads we’re not done.

But you give him a pleading look that says not right now.

…⚽️

Will doesn’t say much for the next two hours. He lingers in the back of the group, occasionally sipping on his drink or checking the time on his phone. And you try your best not to stare, knowing that if you look his way— he’ll already be looking at you. He does eventually join the others for karaoke, obnoxiously singing and joining in on music that is playing while you all walk to the next place.

It’s left a pit in your stomach. Knowing that the next time you and Will are alone, you’ll have to be the rawest form of yourself. The part that you’ve been desperate trying to repress and lock away. You’ve never spoken much about how you really feel, afraid that if you start, you’ll never stop. Your feelings for Will are like an oil spill, a match could be dropped and everything would be caught on fire.

You can feel it, the anxiety, it started at your toes and it’s slowly crept it’s way up your torso. The walls are closing in and time is escaping. All because Will doesn’t speak to you, his fingers tapping the table rhythmically, his leg bouncing up and down causing friction to the table. You needed to talk now, even if it was going to ruin you.

Strategically, you get up from the table with a rather forced smile.

“I think it’s time for me to go home fellas,” you announce just after you all had arrived at a new pub. You had been to three pubs already, downed 4 shots, a tequila soda, a couple pints, and a dirty martini. Your shoes were sticking to the wood floors, phone on the verge of dying, and you were tired of having to hover while using the public restrooms.

“Oh not yet, y/n! The night is still young,” George teasingly pleads, and when he leans over to pull you in for a hug you can smell the liquor on his breath. Your nose wrinkles as you pat his back, giving him a small shove after. Unlike Will, it wasn’t as endearing .

“You are so hammered,” you comment, the interaction making the group laugh.

“You aren’t hammered enough,” Cal counters, leaning over to offer you his drink, to which you decline. His eyes are glossed over, and he has this lopsided grin that reads trouble.

“Take care of him won’t you?” You say, pointing at Stephen who shakes his head in response. Regardless, he grabs Cal, and shakes him.

“You stupid, fuckin idiot,” Stephen mutters to Cal, taking the glass between his hands and smelling it. His nose twitches, yet he still takes a small swig, coughing after the fact.

“Drinkin vodka that tastes and looks like medicine, you’re an odd man,”

“Seriously, I’ve got to get going,” Getting up, you shrug your coat on as you briefly say goodbye to everyone.

“We’ll take care of your husband, don’t worry,” Stephen jokes, forcing Cal to sit down in the process.

“You should really work on taking care of yours,” Chris bites back. You roll your eyes, trying to shrug off the overdone comment.

“No one vomit,”

“Will do miss,”

“Can’t promise anything,”

Telling Arthur to tell Chip you said goodbye, smacking Chris on the head for saying you’d come tonight, and finally, you wave to Will.

He nods at you, lifting his drink as acknowledgment. You pause, giving time for more to happen. You expect Will to join you, you hope he does, because you linger for a moment too long that everyone else notices— but he doesn’t. His body still, leaned back into the chair he sat in. Wills eyes flicker back towards the lads, and he doesn’t take a second glance. He’s letting you walk away.

So you walk away.

And once you’re out of the bar, you convince yourself you’ll hear his footsteps from behind. Ones that are hurried and rushed, maybe he was just taking his time to say his goodbyes. Will never let you leave without him, he always accompanied you, eventually going back to each others flat and falling asleep there. But you glance over your shoulder, once, twice, and before you know it, you’re on the train home. It leaves a hollow feeling in your heart, a cold chill that courses through your bones.

You don't remember the last time you left an event, a hangout, or even a video when Will didn't leave with you. You purposefully left thinking he would follow, but he didn’t, so maybe it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe you’re reading too much into it, he had a lot to drink and hasn’t been able to get out very much— he was just having a good time!

Looking at your phone, with 5% left, you go to your messages. Waiting for his text seemed desperate, but he always sent you one after a night out, it was normal. Whatever normal means to you both.

With a loud groan, and a frustrated tug on your hair, your phone shuts off and you let it fall onto your lap. No phone, no company, and no alcohol. What a shit way to end the night.

Now you’re left to wonder on the ride home if that was casual, or if you’re an idiot.

Recently, Will hasn't been able to sleep. Ever since he watched you walk out of the pub a few nights ago, he's felt this lingering regret. He hasn’t seen, texted, or called you since that night. And normally, he sends you a text to make sure you got home safe, but he didn’t even do that. Instead he anxiously turned off his phone the rest of the night and has been avoiding the feeling since.

At first, Will thought it best to keep it to himself, until one morning Will gave James a call in the early afternoon.

“Y/n says rubbish all the time, it could mean nothing,” James comments.

“No! You knobhead! She had this, this look and she said it like she regretted it,”

“Or it could mean everything, and you’ve completely screwed up–” James continues to mumble to himself.

“Why don’t you just make me feel worse about the situation, yeah?” Will huffs.

“This is why I didn’t want to give you my honest opinion because I’m not involved in the situation. How am I supposed to know what look she had?” James points out.

“You’ve known her just as long as I have,” Will says quietly, picking up the dishes left on his bedside table and bringing them out into the kitchen.

“What, you want me to write a song about it?”

“James!” Will whines.

“Okay, okay, what else happened?” Will sucks in air through his teeth, trying to recall the rest of the night.

“She left after a couple hours, that’s it,”

“What’s the matter with you?! You let her leave?” James yells over the phone, causing Wills eardrums to pop in response.

“What was I supposed to do? Follow her on the chance that she tells me that it was nothing?” Will argues, setting the dishes into the sink. There’s a silence over the phone before another loud yell,“YES!”

A beat of silence goes by, and then a wave of realization washes over. Will loudly groans, his palm banged against the counter sharply then slaps his forehead.

“..I’m a proper idiot, aren’t I?” Will asks, but mainly to himself. Finding himself leaning against his kitchen counter, pressing his phone to his ear with just his shoulder. He lets out another heavy sigh, using the pads of his fingers to rub circles on his temple and forehead.

“Mate, what do I do?” Will asks defeatedly. James shifts over the phone, drawing his attention back to the phone call. He can hear James footsteps stop, settling down to think about the question.

“Realistically, you talk to y/n. You’ve known her since you were twenty-two, If you don’t talk to her now you’ll be dancing around your feelings until you’re sixty, and by then she’ll have grandkids. You and I both know that this isn’t going away anytime soon,”

“Why are we being nasty?” Will says, a small exhausted smile making its way onto the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not! But I think it's ridiculous that you have any reason to believe that your feelings aren't reciprocated," James explains calmly. His tone was sure, confident, Will doesn’t think he’s ever heard James be so serious before.

"Have you been watching those edits of her and i recently?" Will tries to steer the conversation where it doesn’t put him in a vulnerable spot. Lightening the mood with a small quip, “They’re quite good, I can see how it would get in someone’s head,”

"Maybe. But regardless, I can still see how obvious it is that you two want to be together. Do us all a favor, Will. Make it happen. I don’t know what you're waiting for, really.” James confesses. As much as it was a weight off Wills shoulders, it was a weight off his as well.

So that's what Will does. After the phone call, he writes and deletes, and rewrites the text he's attempting to send you. Before he knows it, the sun is setting and he’s wasted the day away. So, instead, he gives up and heads towards your flat and arrives at seven sharp. No phone call, no text, just him.

With a small knock at your door, and his nerves making his hands twitch, he waits.

Will hears a few meows from inside, and then footsteps, before you slowly open the door.

“Will, hey,” you say softly, your eyes big with surprise. Will cradles a ball between his arms and a black jumper, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Sorry for showing up unannounced, I just..” Will trails off for a moment, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. You observe his nervous nature, and stay still, patient.

“Do you wanna go for a walk, maybe?” he asks carefully, trying to give you space if that’s what you need. You lean against the door frame shrugging,

“It’s cold out,”

“I brought an extra jumper,” he says immediately, and your stature seems to soften. He holds it out for you, an expensive black knitted jumper he always wore in videos. From where you stood, you could smell his cologne, it makes you feel giddy. Even though you were still angry at how he disappeared the last few days.

“Alright, let’s go for a walk then,” you decide finally, knowing that Will wasn’t here for just a walk. He knows you know that, but the look on your face makes him feel a little more hopeful than before.

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Unspoken Words

~Fluff~

Will never told you how he felt. He never let the words escape, though they hovered on the edge of his tongue like fireflies in the dark, flickering, waiting.

He was always there, wasn’t he? The friend who listened when your world cracked open, who knew how you took your coffee, who laughed at your jokes even when they weren’t funny. He memorised the way your nose scrunched when you were deep in thought, the way your voice softened when you spoke about the things you loved. And every time you turned to him, smiling, oblivious, his heart tightened in his chest.

But he couldn’t say it.

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he lost you? So, instead, he loved you in silence. He loved you in stolen glances when you weren’t looking, in the warmth of his jacket draped over your shoulders when you were cold. In the texts that started with ��Just checking in’ but really meant ‘I miss you.’

One evening, as you sat beside him, laughing at something trivial, his eyes lingered on you for just a second too long. You caught him.

“What?” you asked, amusement in your voice.

His heart pounded. Say it, Will. Say it.

But he only smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he lied. “Just… I’m glad you’re here.”

Maybe one day, he’d be brave enough to tell you the truth.

But not today.

The moment passed, like all the others. You didn’t press him for more, just smiled and nudged his shoulder playfully before turning back to your drink. Will exhaled slowly, forcing his heart to settle.

He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. Every day, the words grew heavier in his chest, pressing against his ribs like something alive, something restless.

And then, one night, everything almost changed.

You were sitting on the grass, staring up at the sky, your breath curling in the crisp air. “I love nights like this,” you murmured. “It makes everything feel… simple.”

Will swallowed hard. Simple. If only it were.

He watched you, the soft glow of the streetlights catching in your hair. It would be so easy. Just three words. He could say them now, let them fall into the quiet between you. Maybe you’d smile, maybe you’d reach for his hand. Or maybe—maybe you’d look at him with that gentle kindness that would shatter him, that silent apology that meant ‘I don’t feel the same.’

He couldn’t risk it.

So instead, he leaned back on his hands and said, “Yeah. Simple.”

But then you turned to him, eyes searching his. “Will?”

His breath caught. “Yeah?”

You hesitated, just for a moment. Then you shook your head with a small smile. “Nothing,” you said, echoing his own words from before.

And he wondered—just for a moment—if maybe you had something unspoken in your heart too.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with things neither of you dared to say. Will’s fingers curled into the grass, grounding himself. He wanted to ask, ‘What were you going to say?’ but he didn’t. He was too afraid of the answer—afraid that it would either be everything he wanted to hear or nothing at all.

So, he let it go.

The days passed, then weeks. And still, Will kept his secret locked away. He told himself it was enough just to be near you, to exist in your orbit, even if you never knew how he felt.

But then came the night that changed everything.

You were pacing in his apartment, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, frustration written all over your face. “I don’t get it,” you said. “Why is love so complicated?”

Will froze. His grip tightened around the mug in his hands. “What happened?”

You sighed, collapsing onto his couch. “I went on a date.”

His stomach twisted. He forced himself to breathe. “Oh?”

“It was fine,” you said, but there was no excitement in your voice. “He was nice, I guess. But the whole time, I kept thinking… I don’t know. That it didn’t feel right.”

Will’s heart was pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. He wanted to ask—‘Did you wish you were with someone else?’ But he was terrified of the answer.

You looked at him then, your gaze softer now. “Have you ever been in love, Will?”

His mouth went dry. He wanted to laugh, wanted to say, ‘Yes, every damn day, and it’s killing me.’ But instead, he swallowed hard and said, “Yeah.”

Your head tilted. “Really? With who?”

For a second, everything inside him screamed to tell the truth. ‘With you. It’s always been you.’

But then you smiled, teasing. “Wait, do I know them?”

And just like that, the moment slipped through his fingers. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah,” he lied. “Just someone from a long time ago.”

You sighed, leaning back against the cushions. “Lucky them.”

Will looked at you then, at the way you chewed on your bottom lip, lost in thought. And for the first time, he let himself wonder—really wonder—if maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as oblivious as he thought.

Will told himself he’d never say it. That he’d take this secret to his grave if he had to. But as he sat there, watching you sigh and stare at the ceiling, something inside him snapped.

Maybe it was the way you looked at him tonight, like you were searching for something. Maybe it was the exhaustion of holding back for so long. Or maybe it was just the simple, undeniable truth—he couldn’t keep pretending.

His fingers twitched against his knee. His throat felt tight.

“Actually,” he said, his voice quieter than he intended. “You do know them.”

You frowned, turning to look at him. “What?”

His chest ached. His pulse roared in his ears. But there was no stopping now. If he didn’t say it tonight, he never would.

“I lied,” he admitted, forcing himself to meet your gaze. “It’s not someone from a long time ago. It’s not some stranger you don’t know.” He swallowed hard, his heart racing. “It’s you.”

Silence.

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came. The air between you was thick, electric. Will’s hands curled into fists, bracing himself for whatever was coming next—for rejection, for awkwardness, for the possibility that he had just ruined everything.

But then—

“You idiot,” you whispered.

His stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to say ‘Forget I said anything’, to backtrack, to turn this into some joke, but then—

You smiled.

And before he could process it, you were reaching for him, your fingers tangling with his. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you murmured. “For so long.”

Will could barely breathe. “You have?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Of course I have.”

And then, before he could think, before he could talk himself out of it—you kissed him.

And suddenly, every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of hesitation melted away. Because you knew now. You had always known. And he didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

Will felt like the world had stopped spinning. Your lips were warm, soft, everything he’d dreamed about but never dared to imagine. For a moment, he didn’t move, too stunned to believe this was real. But then you tilted your head, deepening the kiss just slightly, and he swore he felt his heart crack open.

His hands found your waist, hesitant at first, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he touched you. But you didn’t pull away. Instead, you smiled against his lips, and that was all he needed. He pulled you closer, breathing you in, his fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater like he was trying to memorise the feeling of you.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together, breath mingling in the space between you. Will’s eyes searched yours, still trying to process what had just happened.

“So,” you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of his hand. “That was long overdue.”

He let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Guess I took my time, huh?”

“You really did.” You poked his chest lightly, grinning. “I was starting to think I’d have to confess first.”

Will exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, teasing, but your voice was so full of affection it made his chest ache.

His thumb brushed against your cheek, reverent, as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were here, choosing him. “So… what now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head, considering. “Now, I think you should kiss me again.”

Will didn’t need to be told twice.

He leaned in, capturing your lips with a quiet, content sigh. This time, there was no hesitation, no fear. Just you, just him, just the feeling of finally getting it right.

And as the night stretched on, with you curled against his chest, your fingers intertwined like they were always meant to be, Will realised something:

Loving you in silence had been easy. But loving you out loud—that was the best thing he’d ever done.

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Will fic as requested! I will try and get round to making all the requests, but feel free to fire some more my way (it keeps me entertained)

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sillylittlegirlthoughts · 9 months ago

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Hiii maybe wroetoshaw festival fic? Can either be social media or irl🫶🫶

festival | wroetoshaw

thank you anon for this request!! this is if you, harry and friends went to a festival together. i might also write a fic where you meet harry at a festival if you’d be interested !!

w2s x reader

open for requests.

Harry smiled at you as he watched you primp yourself up on the train. Purely afraid of being rushed out into the festival once you arrived. You hated being rushed.

He admired you, watching as your eyes light up and your smile grew wider as you and chip discussed the anticipation you both had for the following days. On the train was you, Harry, Chip and Freezy. Many others were going. The remainder of the sidemen, Callux, Talia, Freya and Willne. To name a few. Your friend group were extremely lucky with their opportunities but they found it was always for work that they were meeting up. Yes, this weekend many people were bringing along their vlogging cameras but they weren’t there because they had to be everyone wanted to be there.

“I’m looking forward to a couple of pints,” Harry added to the conversation. Chip laughed, “Aren’t we all my friend.” As he held up his water bottle waiting for Harry to return the toast.

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y/n y/l/n: weekend loading…..

theburntchip, cal sitting beside y/n sobbing

calfreezy, i thought i was loved

y/ny/l/n, who told you that?

w2s, chip looks like he’s already had a weekend

theburntchip, bugger off

y/ny/l/n, he did just have to sit beside you for three hours

taliamar, so so so excited to see you!!!!!

y/ny/l/n, i miss you!!

callux, please hurry some of us need a drink

The four of us arrived at our hotel, eager to get out and explore the festival grounds. You loved hotels, something Harry knew. You were too busy looking for the reception to notice Harry had changed which hand was lugging his suitcase as he intertwined your fingers with the other. You finally broke out of your trance. “Hi Harry.” You smiled and he sheepishly smiled back.

Once you all arrived in your room, messages from the groupchat came flooding through. Everybody begging the four of you to hurry. “Tell Simon we’ll be there in a minute,” you groaned, unable to find your shoes. “I just need to find these shoes.” You rummaged through your suitcase that might have been a little too full. “These ones?” Harry queried holding up your shoes as you pulled them from his hands. “Yes! Oh my god.” Harry smiled as you kissed him on the cheek, scurrying to put your shoes on.

You and Harry made it to the lobby just after Chip and Freezy. A group, probably to others distaste, were gathered in the middle. All riddled with a buzz of excitement. It radiated as you smiled as soon as you seen the herd of them. “Y/n!” You heard one of them shout, only if you knew which one. Harry’s name was called soon after as he came into their view. “So good to see you.” Callux said as he embraced you. “Great to see you too.” You smiled at him before being welcomed by another’s embrace and then it carried on. Eventually, everyone arrived on the field for the festival. The good thing was, music was playing from every end on every stage. Everybody ran for a drink. “Would you like a beer?” Harry asked, pointing to the bar some were already off too. “Please, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” He replied, giving your forehead a kiss before moving on.

As the sun went down, the atmosphere grew and drunk levels were significantly increased. You and Harry were dancing with one another, his hand sometimes resting on your waist but other than that it was reckless dancing. Unfortunately, as you danced your night away you knocked over a man’s beer behind you. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry—Let me, let me buy you another.” You scrambled as you picked up his cup, looking at him with apologetic eyes. “What the fuck! What the fuck!” He yelled, Harry turned around. “Hey mate, back off!” He shouted, the guy just laughing in his face. His girlfriend rapidly apologised logging her boyfriend through the crowd. “I’m so sorry. He’s so drunk. Sorry.”

Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulder as they walked away into the crowd. “Hey. You okay?” He yelled over the bustle of the crowd. “I’m fine, Harry. It’s just people when they’re drunk.” You said, it didn’t bother you but something about his anger felt so genuine even through the slurred speech and drunken eyes. Suddenly the crowd raved as the main artist came on stage. Harry nudged your arm with excitement. “For this first song, grab your significant other or maybe someone you care about.” Harry had never leaned into you faster his arms grasping your waist as he turned to face you. The song flowed as did your bodies. “I love you.” Harry spoke as he pulled you closer. “I love you more.” He pulled you in for a kiss and the night never felt younger.

y/ny/l/n posted!

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y/n y/l/n: if i told you we only drank a little would you believe us?

w2s, i look out of it in everything im in

stephentries, you were

y/ny/l/n, you necked two pints in like 40 seconds

stephentries, i love my boyfriend 🥰

y/ny/l/n, you can have him

w2s, oi

willne, my shoulders are suffering

calfreezy, my heads suffering boy

taliamar, before my cowboy boots got destroyed thanks to simon

y/ny/l/n, men! i will get you new cowboy boots

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buzzyb33 · 1 year ago

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Podcasts

Prompt: a collection of clips from a podcast with Y/n and James- literally just them being a cute couple

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, both Y/n and James are content creators, short,

(I have so many requests and stuff but this just came to mind after seeing Ethan and faiths new podcast so.. I’ll get to them soon I swear)

One occurrence was the newest podcast, the two have videos every Thursday and read stupid Twitter threads and Reddit posts.

“So, James.” I say as I adjust my position.

“Yeah? Go on.” He smiles and I clear my throat, exaggerated.

“Would you rather kiss me for 100,000 grand or kiss the prettiest girl in the world for a million?” I cross my legs as I put my phone down from reading.

“Well- what? I kiss you everyday. So I- can just do it.. but for money? So obviously you.” He says, adjusting his glasses.

“That’s the wrong fucking answer, James.” I shake my head.

“What? Why? We don’t need a million- I suppose it’d be nice.” He speaks and watches me carefully as my jaw ticks.

“No! I’m the prettiest girl in the world! You’re meant to say: ‘oh y/n, I could kiss you and get the million,’ because I’m meant to be the prettiest girl in the world!”

I scoff and slam my hand as he starts laughing.

“Yeah-! That’s- what I meant! Oh fuck off that was a trick question. Yeah, I’d kiss you and get the million.” He pleads his case with amusement.

“Who’s the prettiest girl in the world?” I ask.

“You!”

I shake my head. “Not what you said before..”

Another time was a bit random, but it sits a nice place in Y/ns heart.

“You know, Y/n is getting her room re done. She claims she isn’t a loser but the amount of five nights at Freddy’s and Pokémon stuff is organised on her shelf I thought I was going to have a seizure from all the colours.” James says, flexing his fingers.

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to speak but the frowning.

“I’m sorry- you’re a content creator and don’t know the five nights at Freddy’s lore? And I bet you could name like two fucking Pokémon.” I scoff, sipping my coffee.

He looks at me and laughs.

“You get so defensive! And I can name many Pokémon, you’re just borderline obsessed.”

He states and I scoff again.

“Sorry, James, how many fucking guitars do you own?” I retort and he rolls his eyes.

“I get payed for that, very different.” He replies and I scoff.

“Guys James is just mad he acts tureen years older than he is.” I snicker and he smiles.

“Okay, haha.”

Though, James’ favourite clip of the two is when they had Willne as a guest, him sat on the middle.

“So, how long do these normally go on for?” He asks as he shifts in his seat.

“About an hour.. maybe longer so..” James pulls his phone out, checking the time.

“Around an hour or something left.” He says and I nod, finding some threads to read out.

“What’s your home screen?” Will asks as James checks the time.

His face turns a little pink, only visible by the tips of his ears and nose.

“It’s me and Y/n in Australia.” He shows will and he can’t help but smile.

The photo consists of Y/n eating a cone of ice cream, one hand in James’ as they walk ahead of whoever took the photo, the sun is just setting and she has his rainbow scarf draped over her shoulders.

At that, i look up.

“What? The one Jago took?” I ask as I peer over and James nods.

“Awe..” I smile and he looks away.

“What’s yours then lass?” Will asks and i smile as I lock my phone to show him and the camera.

The photo is of my lips smooshed against James’ cheek and his hand in my forehead, attempting to push it away, I was sleep deprived when I did that and Jono found it hilarious at James’ trying-not-to-smile expression and snapped the photo.

Will fake gags and then chuckles.

The finally, the end of 2023 podcast was a fan favourite.

“What was your Spotify wrapped?” He asks, pulling his own phone out.

“I thought I’d ask on the podcast.” He adds with a smile.

I smile at his Tory accent and check.

“I haven’t looked yet..” I say as I tap through it.

“Hm. My number one song was heartbeat by childish Gambino, number two static by Steve lacy, number three was so long by you, number four was crying lighting and five was 505 by arctic monkeys.” I say with a soft smile.

“You have me?” He asks with a skeptical tone.

I scoff and shove my phone near him as he smirks.

“Alright alright.. artists?” He asks and I see.

“Arctic monkeys, you, Kanye west, childish gambino and TV girl.” I smile as I hand him my phone.

“I don’t think me and Kanye should ever be next to each other. In any list.” He says with a stupidly serious time and I let out a giggle.

“Shut up. What was your favourite edit of the year?” I ask and he shrugs.

“Edit? I don’t know..” he clearly thinks.

“Mine is the josh Hutcherson one.” I smile jd he rolls his eyes.

“Could at least lie and say it’s one of me.” He scoffs and I laugh.

“I did like the one where it was taking what’s not yours and it was a ship edit of us. That was sweet.” I smile and he nods.

“I saw that.. stop being al soft. Now I look like a prick.” I smile teasingly and he scoffs again.

A/n

Guys I’m so burnt out I know I have loads of requests but don’t let that stop you from keeping the coming cus I will be writing my favs first.

Also maybe I just wanted to yap about my interests and put them into the reader. Oh well.

Requests are open!

Masterlist!

#sidemen #sidemen x reader #sidemen x y/n #james marriott x you #james marrriott x reader #james marrriott smut #james marriott #eboys x reader #eboys #willne x reader #willne imagine #will lenney #willne

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artvscvntymullet · 13 days ago

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OVERVIEWS - WILLNE

content warnings : small arguments, small mentions of burnout and anxiety, first time, light mentions of drunkenness

word count : around 4500 words !

A/N : thanking the sun and the pinot grigio for this one, but this was also to counteract the sad will one i did earlier this week, and i loved the atv one - so i wanted to sort of remake that, but with a few different scenarios - hope you enjoy !!

masterlist here !!

THE FIRST DATE :

The evening began with a bit of hesitation, the quiet anticipation hanging between you and Will. You weren’t nervous - well, maybe just a little, but it was the kind of nervousness that felt exciting, promising. Will had chosen a bistro not too far from his place, one of those hidden gems where the lights are warm, the food is amazing, and the vibe is cosy but not too intimate. It felt like the perfect setting for a first date.

As you sat down at the small table, you both immediately fell into easy conversation. The usual first-date questions came up: favorite movies, childhood stories, what each of you thought of your respective jobs. But even in the midst of all that, the chemistry was undeniable; every laugh seemed to draw you closer, and Will’s eyes sparkled in the dim light, full of curiosity about you. You noticed that every time you spoke, he leaned in just a little closer, genuinely interested, hanging on to your every word.

As the night went on, the table between you two felt smaller, the words fewer. There was a quiet moment when you both just sat back in your chairs, the conversation ebbing and flowing naturally. Will, his usually confident persona slipping just a little, smiled shyly and said, “I’m really glad we’re doing this.”

You nodded, your heart fluttering. “Me too.”

Will seemed a little flustered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, it’s a good start, hey? Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

You grinned, and your chest warmed as you answered, “Definitely.”

The walk back to your car felt like a moment suspended in time. With each step, you felt closer to him, the evening unfolding into something far more than you had imagined it would be.

YOUR FIRST TIME TOGETHER :

The first time you and Will shared a physical connection was gentle, slow, and carefully attuned to each other’s needs. You both wanted to take your time, neither rushing nor forcing anything. It was as if you were both discovering each other in the most intimate way possible, slowly peeling back layers of vulnerability and trust.

It began with an accidental brush of fingers as you both reached for the same book on the shelf. That small, innocent contact seemed to electrify the air between you. Will caught your gaze, his eyes flickering with something deeper than mere curiosity. You both stood there for a second, unsure whether the moment should pass or if something should happen. And then, without saying a word, Will took the first step and he leaned in kissing you passionately.

It was tender, not rushed. His lips were gentle, as though testing the waters, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart race, matching the rhythm of his touch. Will was careful, making sure you were comfortable, always checking in. His hands brushed over your shoulders, your sides, memorizing the feel of you.

He was tentative throughout, keeping eye contact as he kissed and left hickeys down your body, whispering affirmations and sweet nothings as you moaned his name, nails scratching his back. It was about connection, a melding of body and heart, not just about having sex - a moment of vulnerability and excitement between two people who were learning to trust each other in a whole new way.

When you both finally pulled away, breathless, Will smiled sheepishly. “You okay?” he whispered, standing to pour a bath for the two of you.

You nodded, your chest full of warmth. “More than okay.”

As you lay together afterward, Will wrapped his arm around your waist, your head laying on his bare chest, knees drawn in, and it felt like the start of something beautiful, something long-lasting.

MEETING THE PARENTS :

You’d heard so much about Will’s parents. He’d spoken about them in the most loving way possible, mentioning how they’d shaped his personality and given him the values that made him so genuine. But meeting them in person was a different experience entirely. Will had promised you that they were both lovely, and that promise was quickly proven right.

Will’s mum greeted you with open arms and a bright, welcoming smile as soon as you stepped through the door. “Oh, you must be the one Will’s been going on about!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug. “I’ve heard so much about you! It’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

Her presence was calming, her voice light and full of love. You couldn’t help but smile at how similar she seemed to Will, in both appearance and mannerisms. She was quick to offer you a drink, making sure you were comfortable from the moment you entered.

Will’s dad, on the other hand, was more reserved at first. He watched you carefully from across the room, but the moment he spoke, you felt instantly at ease. “Will’s told us a lot about you,” he said, his voice steady and kind. “It’s good to finally meet the person he’s been so happy with.”

There was a subtle nod between them, a silent confirmation that this was important, that you mattered to their son. Will couldn’t stop smiling, the love he had for them so clear in his eyes. Dinner was a lively affair, full of stories, laughter, and Will’s usual cheeky comments. But beneath it all, there was a real sense of family, a feeling that, for the first time, you were beginning to understand just how much Will valued his roots.

The night wrapped up with Will’s mum handing you a small package. “Just a little something,” she said with a wink. Inside, there was a knitted scarf, soft and handmade. “For the colder months. Keep warm, love.”

You couldn’t help but feel touched. In that moment, surrounded by Will’s family, you felt like you were starting to build something of your own with them, a sense of belonging that was more than just a relationship. It was a family dynamic that was forming right in front of your eyes.

AND MEETING THE FRIENDS..:

The first time you met Will’s friends, it was like stepping into a whirlwind of personalities. Will had warned you that each one was a character in their own right, but nothing could have quite prepared you for the full experience.

George was exactly what you expected - an outgoing character. The kind who was always up for a pint and could make anyone laugh with a perfectly timed joke or a playful nudge. He had a loud laugh, one that could be heard from across the room, and wasn’t afraid to get everyone involved. You quickly realized he was the life of the party, the type of guy who would be at the centre of any group and keep the energy high. He was just constantly making fun of himself and anyone else who dared to get involved. It was infectious, and before you knew it, you were laughing along with him, enjoying the easy-going vibe he brought to the group.

Then there was Chris, who was more laid-back but no less passionate. His love for football was something that came up in nearly every conversation, and he always knew the latest gossip or rumours. His eyes lit up when he talked about favourite team, and even though you didn’t know much about the game, it was hard not to get caught up in his excitement. He was also super into promoting his YouTube channel, always talking about his latest videos and the tips and tricks he’d learned along the way. You could tell he was dedicated to his passions, and that energy was contagious, despite George taking the piss out of him from time to time.

Stephen, on the other hand, had a dry wit that made you laugh even when you weren’t sure if he was being serious. His stand-up comedy experience was evident in his quick comebacks, and you could see why Will loved him so much. It was almost like having a personal comedian in the group, his delivery was spot on, and his observational humour hit just the right notes. The more you got to know him, the more you realized he had this perfect mix of sarcasm and sincerity. And when he decided to tell a story, it was hard not to get sucked into his world.

Harry was the one who kept you on your toes. Social situations made him a bit awkward at first, but once he had a drink in his hand, his confidence seemed to spike. He had this sharp, deadpan humour that could cut through the room, and he wasn’t afraid to dish out a little banter, even if it was a bit on the mean side. But despite his occasional sharp edges, you could tell Harry was just a bit shy, using jokes an non-meant insults to shield himself. He had this charming gruffness about him, and once you saw past the surface, you realized that, like the others, he was just looking for connection.

All in all, it was a group of personalities that perfectly balanced each other out. And Will, right in the middle of it, couldn’t help but beam every time his friends made you laugh or feel at home.

AFTER A NIGHT OUT :

Will’s nights out with his friends were always chaotic, loud, and full of energy. But tonight was a little different. Maybe it was because you’d both had a little too much to drink, or maybe it was because you were both feeling the heady effects of the night, but the world outside the pub felt quieter.

Will, ever the gentleman kept his arm around you as the two of you made your way down the street, away from the pub’s noise. “You doing alright, sweetheart?” he asked, his words slightly slurred but his concern clear. You nodded, even though the ground felt a little unsteady beneath you.

“Yeah, just feeling the buzz,” you grinned, trying to stay balanced.

“I’m not letting you walk home like this,” Will chuckled, pulling you closer. “I’ll carry you if I have to.”

“You’d try,” you teased, laughing.

Will laughed too, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

As the two of you wandered down the quiet streets, you ended up sitting on a bench, leaning into each other as the buzz from the night finally wore off. The city was still alive around you, but here, in this little moment, everything felt still. Will was leaning back, his arm around you, his head resting against yours.

“No one else I’d want to be with right now,” he said softly, and you felt your heart swell. “You make everything better.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his hand. “Same here.”

It was a moment that would become one of those small, treasured memories. Just you two, the quiet night, and the feeling of being completely in sync, despite the world around you.

GETTING JAMES' APPROVAL :

Getting James' seal of approval on your relationship was priority for Will, so introducing you to him was a must. James was loud, full of energy, and always had some hilarious story to tell. However, there was something deeper to him as well, a kind of quiet loyalty that Will clearly relied on.

You met James during one of Will’s video shoots, and you immediately noticed how comfortable the two of them were together. It was like watching a well-oiled machind, James knew exactly when to crack a joke, when to step in with a quick suggestion, and when to just sit back and let the shoot happen.

“Alright, alright, so we’ve got the lighting just right, but how do we make this even better?” James joked, looking at Will with a smirk. “Maybe throw in a random dance break, yeah?”

Will rolled his eyes but grinned, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous. But you’re not wrong. Let’s make it fun.”

As the shoot went on, you could see how much Will valued James’ input, how he trusted him completely. When the cameras were off, James was easy going, with a sarcastic edge. But when it was time to get down to business, he was all focus. You could tell they had a history, a bond that was unspoken but so clearly present.

“So, this is the infamous James, huh?” you teased, as you made your way to the craft table after the shoot.

James gave you a cheeky smile, raising an eyebrow. “Infamous? I’m just here to make sure Will doesn’t take himself too seriously.”

You laughed, instantly feeling at ease. “I think that’s a full-time job,” you replied, earning a playful shove from Will.

MOVING IN :

Moving in together felt like the most natural next step. The whole process was a whirlwind, filled with boxes, late-night packing sessions, and the occasional bicker about who forgot to bring the extra set of keys. But despite all the little stresses, you both found ways to make it fun.

Will insisted on assembling all the furniture himself, but there was no hiding his frustration when he couldn’t figure out how to put the coffee table together. “This is a two-man job,” he muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. “But for some reason, I’m doing it alone.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, kneeling beside him with the instructions in hand. “Let me help, Will.”

“I don’t need help!” he insisted, only for the coffee table leg to fall off. “Okay, fine. Maybe I need a bit of help.”

Eventually, the place started to feel like home. The walls, once bare, were filled with photos of your favourite memories, little knick-knacks you both had picked out, and cosy touches that made it feel like you were building something together. The small, silly moments, like waking up to find Will still asleep with his hand dangling off the edge of the bed, became the moments that would stick with you forever.

A SPONTANEOUS MOMENT:

Getting a dog was a decision that came on a lazy Sunday morning, while you and Will were sitting on the couch, scrolling through photos of puppies. It started as a joke: “What if we got a dog?” Will asked, laughing. But that question quickly spiralled into a serious conversation about responsibility, timing, and what kind of dog would fit into your lives.

You both decided on adopting from the shelter. Will was the one to find her - a small, scruffy pup with big brown eyes and a coat that could use a little TLC. From the moment Will laid eyes on her, he was hooked. “She’s perfect,” he said, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, and you couldn’t help but agree.

When you brought her home, the chaos began. She ran around the apartment, wagging her tail, excited by her new surroundings. You and Will spent hours playing with her, trying to train her, and of course, bonding over the joy that a puppy brought into your lives.

“You think we’re ready for kids now?” Will asked one evening as you both sat on the floor, the dog curled up in your lap.

You chuckled, rubbing the pup’s belly. “Well, we’ve got some practice.”

Will grinned, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. “It’s a good start.”

ANNIVERSARIES:

Each anniversary with Will was unique, a celebration of the time you’d spent together and a quiet acknowledgment of the memories you had created. The first one was simple - a quiet dinner at home, just the two of you. Will surprised you with your favourite dinner, lasagne and garlic bread, homemade, and despite the occasional burnt piece, it was perfect.

The second anniversary was a surprise weekend getaway to a small coastal town. Will had packed the car with snacks, a couple of blankets, and a few too mant bottles of wine, and the two of you spent the weekend exploring the beach, sharing lazy afternoons in front of the fire, and watching sunsets that painted the sky in shades of pink and orange. Every moment felt magical, even if it was just sitting quietly together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

As the years went by, anniversaries became an opportunity to reflect on how far you’d come and to remind each other of why you chose each other, year after year. No matter what life threw at you, those quiet moments were the ones that stood out; the ones where Will’s hand was in yours, and it felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

PROBLEMS WE FACE:

Every relationship has its bumps in the road, and you and Will were no exception. It wasn’t anything major, but the argument still left a mark. It started over something small - leaving dishes in the sink, a bit of miscommunication about weekend plans, maybe both of you being a little too tired and stressed. It was the kind of thing that snowballed until it was bigger than either of you had intended.

You had been standing in the kitchen, frustration bubbling under your skin. Will stood opposite you, arms crossed, brow furrowed in that way he always did when he was upset. His usual easy-going demeanour was gone, replaced by a sharp edge you didn’t see often.

“It's not just about the dishes, is it?” you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of irritation and hurt. “You’ve been distant lately, and it’s driving me crazy.”

Will’s jaw tightened, but you could see he was trying to keep his cool. “I’m not being distant, I just” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been stressed, okay? Work, life, it’s all piling up, and I don’t know how to handle it sometimes.”

You paused, letting his words sink in. The anger in your chest began to ebb, replaced by something softer - concern, maybe even understanding. “I get it,” you said quietly. “But you can’t just shut me out. We’re in this together, Will.”

For a moment, there was silence, and you saw Will’s eyes soften, the frustration melting away. He stepped closer, and you could feel the tension between you both start to dissipate. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice low. “I don’t want to push you away. I just don’t always know how to talk about it.”

You took his hand, the familiar warmth of his touch grounding you. “You don’t have to have all the answers, Will. But just talk to me. We’ll figure it out together, we always have each other's backs. You're my best friend Will.”

He nodded, pulling you into a hug. “I promise, I’ll try harder.”

The argument, though tense, ended in the kind of understanding that made your bond stronger. It was a reminder that no matter what happened, you could face anything as long as you were honest with each other.

ROMANTIC GETAWAYS:

The first holiday you took together was a spontaneous decision. Will had found an affordable last-minute deal to a cabin in the countryside, and with just a few days off, the two of you packed your bags and drove out of the city. The air was crisp, and the landscape looked like something out of a postcard, rolling hills and forests stretching into the distance.

There was something special about the simplicity of it all. You spent mornings wrapped in blankets, sipping coffee by the fire, talking about everything and nothing at all. Will, being the adventurer he was, suggested a hike one afternoon, even though it started to rain halfway through. You both laughed as the rain soaked through your jackets, but it didn’t matter. You were in it together, both giddy and carefree in a way that only a holiday could bring.

As you sat at a tiny table in a candlelit restaurant that evening, the rain tapping against the windows, Will reached across the table, his hand finding yours. “This is perfect,” he said with a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more me than I do right now, with you.”

You smiled back, squeezing his hand. “Feeling's mutual darling.”

VULNERABILITIES AND TRUST :

There were moments when Will’s usual charm and wit faded, and you saw a side of him that not many people got to seethe vulnerable side. It had been one of those days, the kind where everything felt heavier than usual. Will had been quieter than normal, his usual jokes falling flat, his usual enthusiasm nowhere to be found. You knew something was up, but it took a little prodding before he finally opened up.

You found him sitting on the edge of the couch, his fingers tapping nervously on his knee. “Hey, what’s going on?” you asked gently, sitting beside him.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice tinged with frustration. “I just feel overwhelmed, you know? With everything. Work is so challenging at the moment, I love it, but production are always demanding more from me, I don't know how much more I can give.”

You watched him, seeing the raw vulnerability in his eyes, something he rarely let show. It hurt to see him like this, but you were grateful that he trusted you enough to let it out. “You don’t have to have it all figured out, Will. I’m here for you, always,” you said softly, your hand gently resting on his.

He exhaled, shoulders slumping as he leaned into you. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I just don’t want to disappoint you, I guess. I’m not perfect, and I feel like sometimes, I’m just too much, or not enough.”

You shook your head, smiling softly, pulling him closer. “You don’t have to be perfect. You’re perfect to me just as you are. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. What did I say, Will? You're my best friend.”

He finally let himself relax, the weight on his shoulders lifting just a little. “Thank you, for not running away, for being here with me always. I love you endlessly,” he whispered, his voice full of gratitude.

SHOULD WE? :

It was an evening that came unexpectedly, as most deep conversations do. You and Will were sitting on the couch after dinner, the dog curled up at your feet, the soft hum of the TV in the background. It had been one of those lazy, content evenings when the world felt calm.

Will, looking thoughtful, turned to you, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your hand. “So you ever thought about kids?” he asked quietly.

You looked at him, surprised by the suddenness of the question. “Yeah, I mean, we spoke about it when we bought Nora (the dog). Why?”

He nodded slowly, looking into your eyes with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. “I think I want them, someday, with you obviously. I want to see you be a parent. I want to see us have a little version of us running around, making us laugh.”

You smiled, feeling your heart flutter at the thought. “I can see it too. I think we’d be great parents.”

“I hope so,” he said with a soft laugh. “But no rush, right? I want to make sure we’re ready, that we’ve got everything in place. It’s a huge thing, but imagine it, babe, mini-us running around, and if they have their mother's genes - oh my.”

You giggled, heat rising to your cheeks, “Stop it you. I agree, but when the time comes I’ll be right there with you. Ready to take it all on.”

Will smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “We’re going to be good at it, I know we will.”

WILL YOU :

When Will proposed, it wasn’t in some grand, over-the-top fashion, it was simple, sincere, and completely him. It happened on a quiet Saturday morning when you were both in the kitchen, making breakfast. He’d been acting a little strange all day, but you hadn’t thought much of it, until he suddenly turned to you, dropping to one knee, holding out a small box with a ring inside.

“Will,” you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as your heart skipped a beat.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, his voice steady but his eyes shining with emotion. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, your heart full to bursting. “Yes. Yes, of course!”

You both laughed, and he stood up, pulling you into a tight embrace. The ring slipped onto your finger, and you felt a weight of joy settle in your chest. This was it - the moment that sealed your future together.

The wedding itself was just as simple and beautiful. You had a small ceremony surrounded by family and close friends, and Will, dressed in his best suit, looked at you like you were the only person in the room. When the vows were exchanged, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of you.

KIDS OF OUR OWN :

Being parents was a wild ride, one you and Will had both hoped for, but never quite knew what to expect. The first few sleepless nights were filled with laughter and frustration, but through it all, you were in it together. Will, ever the one to lighten the mood, would try to make you laugh even when the baby wouldn’t stop crying.

“Hey, we’re learning,” he would say, holding the baby awkwardly in his arms while rocking him gently. “We’ve got this. We’re totally winning at parenthood.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his optimism. Parenthood had its hard moments, but there was something about seeing Will with the baby that filled you with a kind of love you didn’t even know existed. It was in the way he would whisper to the baby in the middle of the night, rocking him back to sleep, or the way he would talk about his day, trying to figure out how to balance work with being a dad.

There were moments when the exhaustion hit, when you both felt like you were running on fumes, but then there would be a tiny hand reaching out for you, or a laugh, and everything would feel worth it. Parenthood was challenging, yes, but it was also beautiful, especially when you had someone like Will by your side.

Together, you were building something new - something incredible. And as you looked at your child in Will’s arms, you knew you’d be ready for whatever came next, as long as you were facing it together.

ANOTHER A/N : i will edit this when my blood isnt purely white wine, but if you enjoyed, then there may be one for george and chris...who knows

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ruu222 · 9 months ago

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i have never felt so strongly about a man in my life

#will lenney #james marriott #george clarkey #arthur hill #harry lewis #chrismd #italianbach #sidemen #memeulous #willne x reader

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whatever happens, i’m letting it | part 3

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will lenney x fem reader

summary: will falls for chris’ new assisstant

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Monday came faster than you’d like, and the slow day felt like a living hell. You did your best to focus on your tasks, keeping your head down and avoiding any unnecessary interactions with Will. It wasn’t hard; he wasn’t exactly making a grand effort to engage with you either.

Still, you could feel the weight of his presence whenever he passed by the office, the quiet, simmering tension in the air whenever your eyes met, however briefly.

It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that Will finally made his move. You were in the middle of a call in the main meeting room, typing away at your computer, when you felt him approach from behind. You didn’t need to look up to know it was him - there was something about his presence that was impossible to ignore.

You cleared your throat as you finished up the call, then spun in your chair to face him. Will was standing there, arms casually crossed, that familiar, irritatingly smug expression on his face mirroring the one from the Friday just gone.

"Hey," he said, his voice almost too casual. “So, how’s it going with George?”

The question hit you like a wave of cold water. Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried not to show it. Will’s gaze was sharp, probing, like he was waiting for something - waiting for a slip up, for a reaction, for you to reveal something you weren’t supposed to.

You couldn’t quite hide the flicker of confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, though you already knew exactly what he meant.

He shrugged, an innocent smile curling up at the corners of his lips. "I don't know... You and him seemed pretty cozy on Friday. You two close or something?" His voice was light, but there was something sharp beneath it, something challenging.

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck. Will’s insinuation, the way he made it sound like there was something more between you and George, made your skin burn. It was like he was trying to poke and prod, to make you uncomfortable, to force you to explain something that didn’t need explaining.

You met his gaze, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral. “We’re just friends,” you said, the words coming out more firmly than you intended. You could feel the edge of annoyance creeping into your voice, but you did your best to keep it in check. "Nothing more."

Will raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Friends?" he echoed, the word almost dripping with disbelief. "That's it? The way you two were acting didn’t exactly scream 'just friends.'"

You swallowed the frustration that rose up in your chest. Will seemed to know how to get under your skin, how to make something simple seem more complicated. But this? This was ridiculous. Why did he care so much?

“Yeah, Will,” you said, the words coming out a little sharper now, “just friends. Why does it matter to you?”

He leaned in slightly, studying you like he was trying to figure something out. “I don’t know,” he said after a moment, his expression unreadable. “Guess I’m just curious.”

His voice dropped a little, like he was trying to make it sound casual, but the underlying tension was still there. “You seemed a little too comfortable with him, that’s all. You’ve always been a little guarded. But with George, you’re laughing, leaning into him…” He trailed off, almost like he was teasing, but the way he looked at you made it feel like an accusation.

You felt your pulse quicken, and you fought to keep your composure. “We’re friends, Will,” you repeated, this time with more conviction. “Nothing more.”

Will watched you for a beat longer, then gave a soft chuckle, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands as if conceding the point, but you could tell he wasn’t finished with this yet. “Just making sure. Wouldn’t want to see anything complicated happen, right?”

You couldn’t help the flash of irritation that crossed your face. You weren’t sure why Will was pushing this so much, but it was starting to feel like he was trying to make something out of nothing. He was clearly fishing for a reaction, and part of you wondered why. What did he really want?

“Nothing’s complicated,” you said, standing up from the table and taking a deliberate step back, hoping to end the conversation. “You’re reading way too much into it.”

Will didn’t move, though. He stood there for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before he finally let out a quiet sigh. “Guess we’ll see, huh?”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you just turned away, focusing on the stack of papers on your desk, trying to push the awkwardness aside. Will lingered for a moment longer, but when you didn’t engage any further, he eventually walked away, his footsteps echoing softly out of the meeting room.

You were walking through the corridor of the office building, heading toward Chris’ office space with your head down. You walked past Will’s office on the way, your eyes flicking up briefly, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of the Geordie man. But instead of seeing him, you only spotted Orla and Aby.

A weird feeling bubbled in your chest as you dropped your head again. You weren’t sure why you wanted to see Will, especially after the encounter in the conference room.

He probably wouldn’t care whether you were alive or dead. So why did you keep seeking him out, like some part of you was waiting for something?

The sound of muffled chatter started to grow louder as you neared the office. A familiar Geordie accent cut through the noise, making your head perk up slightly.

As you approached, you saw Will, fiddling with some sort of Velcro strap attached to a football and a long rope. You quirked an eyebrow, half-amused and half-confused by the sight.

The click of your heeled boots echoed in the hallway, making Will glance up at you. His smile hit you like a punch in the chest, so genuine that it made your breath catch in your throat. “Hello,” he said, his voice low and warm - a complete contrast to the cocky tone he had the day before.

You walked closer, giving him a small smile as you noticed Ieuan with a camera. “Hi,” you greeted them both. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, y’know,” Will laughed, pointing to Ieuan holding the camera, then gesturing to the football. “Just filming a video.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, watching them.

Will’s eyes skimmed over your figure for a moment, lingering just a bit longer than necessary. It was the kind of look that stirred something in your chest - a soft, electric feeling that made it harder to breathe. But then he seemed to snap out of it, his face flickering with realization that he probably looked a complete fool as he fiddled with the football. He coughed, his focus shifting back to the task at hand, trying to act casual.

“This goes in front like that,” he said, twisting the strap around his head. He kicked the ball a few times with an exaggerated motion. “Now that’s actually good.”

James Marriott entered the hallway just then, wearing a cooling mask on his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Hey, guys.”

“Look at this,” Will mused, flashing that pleased, almost boyish smile. He rambled on about how cool the gadget was, but you could see that underlying hint of pride in his eyes as he talked about it.

James nodded, his expression amused. “Unreal. Now let me have a go.”

James positioned himself, a confident grin spreading across his face. Will nudged the ball toward him, and James kicked it with far more power than expected, sending the ball hurtling into the corner of the ceiling and jerking the strap off Will’s head.

Will instinctively grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the wall as the ball bounced toward you. The sudden contact caught you off guard, and you gasped in surprise. The laughter that followed from all three men only made the moment feel more absurd.

“I think that’s quite good,” Will said, his voice still light, but there was a flicker of something more in his eyes as he let your hand slip from his grasp, despite every instinct telling him not to. He bent down to grab the football from the floor, his fingers brushing the smooth leather of the ball.

As he straightened up, James bounced on his heels, throwing his hands in the air in celebration. “Goal!”

You let out a small chuckle, your attention drifting back to Will. His eyes were locked on you, his gaze steady, and for a brief moment, it felt like the whole room was holding its breath.

You gave him a soft smile before turning away, the sudden rush of heat in your chest making your heart pound against your ribs. “Have fun, guys,” you muttered, tightening the grip on your bag as you moved past the three men, making your way toward Chris’ office.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling—the unspoken tension, the way Will’s gaze had lingered on you just a little too long, like something unspoken had passed between the two of you. Your thoughts were a tangled mess as you stepped into Chris' office, your pulse still racing.

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userone who’s that girl at 13:35

┃ usertwo she works for chrismd im pretty sure

┃ userone ohhh i thought i recognised her !!

userthree shut up will and y/n !!! this is everything

userfour i just know james and y/n would be an iconic duo

ChrisMD so this is why y/n was late

┃ a bit more willne yeah sorry about that

#arthur hill #chrismd #george clarkey #george clarke #italianbach #arthur frederick #the sidemen #willne #willne x reader #will lenney #will lenney x reader #chris dixon #arthurtv #isaac smith #james marriott

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boatshrimp · 6 months ago

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𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜

{Arthur Hill SM AU!}

{faceclaim: annie.shr}

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{y/n made a new post!}

{y/n; “fun week with the boys as always 💗 new vid on george’s channel soon x (please stop stealing my phone you dumbasses-)”}

{chrismd} “I DIDNT TAKE YOUR PHONE BLAME ARTHUR”

{arthurfrederick} “I DID NOTTTT”

{arthurnfhill} “he totally did y/n”

{y/n} “i hate you all”

{arthurfnhill} “:(“

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{y/n made a new post!}

{y/n; “i’ve been highly advised to tell you to see the amazing(ly stupid) @/arthurnfhill on his tour- tix in bio x”}

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{y/nfan4ever} “THAT FIFTH PIC???”

{arthurnfhill} “awww 🥰💗”

{georgeclarkey} “y/n stop stealing my man 😡😡😡”

{y/n} “@/georgeclarkey you can have him 😂”

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{arthurnfhill made a post!}

{arthurnfhill; “life recently- tix link in bio :)}

{jamiestillsleepsontrains} “OH MY GOD??? Y/N AND ARTHUR IS REAL???”

{y/n} “😂 well done for doing the “soft launch” subtly babe 🙄”

{georgeclarkey} “MY MANNNN 😍😍😍”

{arthurfredrick} “cuties 🤩”

{chrismd} “you guys are too cute i’m gonna throw up”

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{y/n posted a story!}

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i haven’t written in ages so if this is wank i’m quite sorry 😂💗

#arthur frederick #arthur hill #george clarkey #willne #wroetoshaw #james marriott #calfreezy #chaos crew #chris dixon #chrismd #arthur hill x reader

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slvtforfiction · 2 months ago

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Chapter 1 || Skiing trip

☆ This is the 1st chapter to a series!!

☆ WillNE x Reader

☆ Yayayaaya,my first fic on tumblr

☆ Backstory here

☆ TW// Drug use

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Incoming call ; Freezy

Missed call ; Freezy

Incoming call ; Freezy

I sighed as I picked up my phone,realising it must be important if you must call me twice though this could very equally be something stupid that won’t affect my day what so ever.

“Hey Cal,what’s up?” I said as I picked up the phone,leaning it between my ear and my shoulder as I continued to paint my nails.

“Hey so we’re going to New York for a skiing trip,we were gonna film it for a video but Chip dropped out because he’s ill,do you wanna come?” He quickly explained and I processed the information slowly.

“Uh yeah sure.” I said as I continued painting my nails, “I’m glad you sound enthusiastic.” He replied sarcastically and I giggled, “My bad,oh my god! Yes Freezy! I would love to!” I giggled sarcastically down the phone.

“Alright alright,I’ll send over the details and meet you at the airport tomorrow?” He said and I furrowed my brows, “Tomorrow? Fuck! Uh okay.” I said as my mind began racing thinking about where my ski clothes are along with my suitcases and kit.

“Alright I’ll send the details,see you tomorrow.” Cal said and I nodded “Yeah cool.” I said as I now desperately and silently begged my nails to dry as fast as possible because I had some insanely fast packing to begin.

I think u got a room w / WillNE ifyk who that is,the flight is at 5 tomorrow morning,meet us at Gatwick at 4:30 and we’ll meet there,see u soon x

That’s all good,see u soon! x

I smiled as I typed out my reply though stressed out and worried about how im going to pack so quickly.

I found the suitcase with my skiing gear in it,pushing it to the side as I began pushing clothes and recording equipment into my bag,running around my apartment as I gathered everything I even thought I would remotely need.

Grabbing a red bull out of the fridge I walked back upstairs,deciding sleeping wasn’t an option and having a pint with the guys at 4am sounded fitting.

I shoved my makeup bag into the suitcase,zipping it up and throwing it with my skiing gear suitcase,lying down on my bed as I stared at the ceiling,sighing.

I had my suitcases packed,rather quickly if I say so myself,even if it was because I shoved everything in without rhyme or reason.

I turned to my side,grabbing the tray off my window sill,folding the paper as the green dust fell into the paper,rubbing against the roach.

I licked the paper,sealing it as the lighter hit the end of the blunt,taking a sharp inhale as I placed my tray upon my window sill again.

I lied against my pillows as I blew out the thick white smoke,coughing lightly as the plume of smoke filled my room.

I rolled into my side,holding my phone infront of my face from a good enough distance,scrolling through my TikTok feed calmly as I inhaled and exhaled clouds of smoke.

As the high hit my vision blurred slightly and I settled into bed,pulling my cover on top of me.

Hey,supposed to be sharing a room with you?

Hey! My name’s Y/n

Nice to meet u

Nice to meet u 2 x

I smiled as he messaged me,finishing the conversation too early but little did he know it wasn’t the first time I had heard of him,I knew who he was through some of our mutual friends and after a few hours of stalking his YouTube I came to the conclusion that he’s fit. Like,fit fit. And after a few more hours of stalking edit accounts I could’ve been bordering parasocial.

Laying in my high state I snuggled into the covers and flicked onto YouTube,prepared to do more “research” a.k.a giving me a reason to watch his videos.

I flicked into the first video I saw,propped my phone up on the bed and cuddled up to my pillow as I prepared to stay up till 4am,convinced I would never wake up if I fell asleep tonight.

The trip to the airport was the least memorable part and I wasn’t looking forward to it,an hours journey all by myself sounds brilliant. absolutely shite.

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #will lenney #willne x reader #WillNE #james marriott #youtubers #youtube #uk #sidemen

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souredgrape · 27 days ago

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Dreaming

Will Lenney x James Marriott

Synopsis: Will wakes up one morning after a crazy dream, shifting his whole view on things. Then his invite to James photoshoot sends him over the edge.

WC: 4.9K

Warning: MDNI. Cursing. Hickeys. Kissing. Implied sexual content. Panic attack.

If this makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, just scroll.

Will was straight. He knew that, he’d always known that. There was no reason to believe otherwise. Until one night, Will sat bolt upright in his bed, beads of sweat running down his face. He glanced at the clock, four am, the digital text staring at him. He clutched his sheets, images floating through his mind. Images of lips against his skin, trailing down his neck and chest. Being pinned to the mattress, large hands caressing his body and bruises being painted against his jaw. Images of James. Will panted, painfully aware of how he was feeling beneath the sheets. His mind was going at a thousand miles per hour. It wasn’t normal. Why was he dreaming of that? Surely it was just a blip of his brain. Overworked and under-rested. There was no way he actually wanted that, was there? However the more he thought about it, the faster his heart was beating and the more his crisis grew.

The very next day Will sat in his studio, staring at the white desk in front of him, as if it offended him. He could do it, he could face James and act normal. Act like he didn’t dream about them having sex just hours ago. He’d never gotten back to sleep. But he did sit on his couch sipping coffee the whole morning. His stomach was swirling with acid but Will didn’t feel like eating. Even if he was exhausted and dizzy. He’d push through. It was just a stupid dream. It meant nothing.

“What did the table ever do to you?” James voice suddenly entered his ears, making him jump slightly. Will looked up, meeting his best friend’s hazel eyes. Were they always so pretty? He cleared his throat.

“Sorry, zoned out lad.” He half joked, watching as James sat next to him. He was wearing a black T-shirt and ripped jeans. Nothing special but Will found himself staring. The jeans clung to his thick thighs, something that had caught his eyes more than once but he’d only just realised why. James looked better than ever. He now radiated confidence, his hair the perfect length. His facial hair complimented his skin perfectly. He really was attracted to James.

“Will?” He snapped out of it, looking at the taller man with wide eyes. “Are you alright?” James asked worried, his brows knitted together.

“Yeah, fine.” Maybe he really couldn’t face him.

Two videos later and they were all done for the day. Wills limbs felt like lead, he was so tired and so hungry. The whole time he’d been distracted by James. Once or twice he’d even caught himself flirting. Luckily everyone thought it was just a bit for the camera. So unlike him though, to make that many comments.

“Any plans tonight?” James stretched his arms above his head, a slither of his stomach becoming visible. Will felt like a fool, his cheeks colouring at the sight in front of him.

“No mate, I think I’m just gonna head home.” He said, straightening his disheveled hair out.

“Awe, without me?” James cooed, making Will tense slight but he managed to play it cool.

“Chill out brother.” He scoffed, watching as James got up and tucked his phone into his pocket. “Do you wanna come? Hang out, play fifa?” Will asked anxiously, for some reason. They hung out so often, it was not an unusual thing for him to suggest. James smiled at the offer.

“Of course I do.” He agreed. Will was happy but didn’t show it, still overly aware of how he was reacting to the man beside him. With a nod, Will stood quickly, too quickly. His vision clouded with darkness, blacking out with the sudden movement. Will stumbled, his knees giving out beneath him. James acted quickly, reaching out and holding Wills waist to keep him up.

“Woah, are you okay?” James sounded concerned, and that upset the northerner. He blinked hard, his blurry vision slowly focusing. His throat felt dry and he became aware of the nausea he was feeling. When he could see clearly again, he found James looking straight into his eyes with worry. “Hey..you back with me?”

“Sorry.” He breathed, realising that he’d been gripping onto James biceps for support.

“Don’t apologise. Have you eaten today?” Will shook his head. “It’s nearly five. We’re ordering as soon as we get to your flat.” James practically ordered, and Will found comfort in the authority. “Come on, we’ll talk once we’re there.”

Once they were back at his place, Will sat on his couch, his head in his hands as James ordered food from a local Japanese place.

“Will, you wanna talk about anything?” James offered, rubbing his back. Will wanted nothing more to get it off his chest, but that would mean telling him how he thought he felt. “You know I won’t judge you right?” It was reassuring to hear, and Will sighed sitting straight. Maybe he could half lie, just tell him a version of what he was dealing with. Turning towards James, he pulled his knees to his chest weakly.

“I had a mad dream last night, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s royally fucked my head up.” Will said honestly, swallowing the lump in his throat. James frowned, looked over his friend.

“What kind of dream?” Will just looked at him, face a little flushed. It took a moment, but James got it. “Oh, right. About someone you know?” He guessed from the amount it was bothering Will. The brunette nod, putting his head on his knees. “Do you like this person?”

“I don’t know.” Will mumbled, taking a deep breath. But he felt like he was lying to himself. He glanced at James, taking in his features. His pretty nose and plump lips, his hazel eyes. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” Will admitted softly. James gave him a short smile, placing a hand on his knee.

“Don’t stress over it. It’s normal to have crushes and those dreams. You don’t have to immediately profess your love to them.” He chuckled, gaining a smile from Will. “Be honest, was it Mikey?” That caught Will off guard, so he slapped James arm playfully.

“No you twat.” They both laughed, comfort wrapping around Will. It always felt so easy with James, how had it taken him so long to realise just how deep his feelings were? “Thanks Jim, for listening.”

“Always.”

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They sat on that sofa, food consumed and a stupid movie playing on the Tv. Will had his head on James shoulder.

“I have a photo shoot here in London next Tuesday. Wanna come?” James asked, looking down at the man leaning on him. Will was slightly surprised by the offer, but he wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to see him.

“Yeah of course.” James looked ecstatic at his agreement, shaking Will with excitement.

“Yay, you’ll see how sexy I look in the nude.”

“Brother what?!” Will jumped back, and James burst out laughing, hunching forward. Even though it was clearly a joke, it took Will right back to the previous night, the images of them together filling his mind. He swatted the younger on the back of the head lightly.

“As if I’d want to see that.” Will spat, but his voice felt weak. James glanced at him, a small smirk on his lips.

“Whatever you say Will.”

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James came knocking on his door the next week, an overnight bag in hand that he quickly dumped in Wills room for that evening.

“I looked on google maps, it’s like a ten minute walk to the studio. There’s a coffee shop on the same street too.” James said, watching as Will tied his converse up. Humming, the shorter stood and grabbed his phone. “Won’t you be cold without a proper coat?” James questioned, noting that Will was only wearing a thin t-shirt and a denim jacket.

“Nah lad I’ll be fine, let’s go. I really need a coffee.”

Will found out, about two minutes later, that the sun he saw through his window, was very deceiving. It was, in fact, cold. James looked at the man, not hiding his cockiness.

“You doing okay?”

“Fine.” Will muttered, hugging himself as they walked. Just ahead of them was the cafe that James had found. Will was grateful, still feeling half asleep from the early start. James stopped him before they went in, pulling off his coat then his hoodie. Will watched confused, as James put his coat back on then held out the black hoodie.

“Don’t just look at me.” He chuckled, helping Will slip the denim off. “Put this on, it’s warmer.”

“What about-“

“I’m not cold. You are.” James smiled, stepping away once Will had his hoodie on. “Drowns you.” He commented, admiring the sight in front of him. Will felt himself blush, pushing the sleeve up slightly. “I’ll go get our coffees.” James went into the cafe, leaving Will stood by the entrance. He sighed, rubbing his face. Wearing James hoodie made him feel all fuzzy inside, his heart felt fluttery. It was soft and comforting, oversized perfectly. Or was it just perfect because it belonged to the man he was pining over. Probably. “Here we go.” James thrust his iced coffee in his face, already sipping his own. Will took it gratefully and began walking again.

“Are you nervous?” Will looked up at James curiously.

“Surprisingly no. Maybe because you’re here?” The brunette said thoughtfully, his straw resting against his lips. The comment made Will smile, and he hoped it was true.

———

“Ah there you are!” A boisterous man called out happily as the duo stepped into the studio.

“Here I am.” James chuckled, handing Will his stuff. “Could you hold this for a moment?”

“Sure.” Will took it, no problem, watching as James was talking to the man. He was anxious, that much was obvious. His fists were balled, a habit that Will had noticed.

“Will can stay with me right?” James asked hopefully, earning a scoff from the director.

“Of course, he can stand behind the camera.” The director gleamed in Wills direction. “Come, come. I’ll take you both to the dressing room.” He took them through to a rather nice room, directing Will to put their things down. “Will you can come back out with me whilst James gets all made up.” The director spoke, making the men look at each other. James gave Will a soft smile, watching him get escorted out. The crew quickly crowded him, dolling the man up, getting him ready god his first shoot.

“I see you have coffee already, can I get you anything else?” The director asked, unfolding a chair for Will and placing it just to the side of the camera. The tall man shook his head politely. “Sitting here you’ll see everything.”

“Is there a theme of the day? Or is each uh..” Will paused, not too sure of the lingo. “..scene different?” Holding a clipboard, the director chuckled and began checking things off his sheet.

“Each is different, this first one we’re going classic.” He began enthusiastically, pointing to the set in front of them. “Sophisticated rockstar. A grunge room. Dark purple lighting. And most importantly. A suit.” Will glanced up as he sat down, taking in the scene around him.

“Wait, a suit?” Will suddenly questioned, realising that his mind had skimmed over that.

“Oh yeah, it’s going to look fantastic.” The director scurried off shortly after, helping his team on the set. James often performed in suits, or most of a suit, but either way, Will was hiding his interest. Sipping his coffee, he smiled to himself, happy that he’d been invited. He could admire James in plain sight and no one would bat an eye. They had filmed a video in James’s flat the other day and Will caught himself staring on more than one occasion. Now he was absolutely certain that it wasn’t a fluke dream. Will really did fancy James. More than a normal crush. No, he really liked him. It was a scary realisation, but now Will was just a blushing mess every time the younger even glanced in his direction. He was now leaning into the flirty jokes and even making his own back. The door opened and finally, James came into the room. He was wearing a dark grey suit, one that had a few tears and purposeful rips. A black shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing just a little chest hair. Of course, he was wearing Chelsea boots, what else would he wear. He looked good though. Wills blue eyes were glued to him as he walked across the set to the director. They spoke for a minute, before James looked over at Will and smiled brightly. He looked insanely good, it took a moment for Will to return the smile. Just as James was about to head in his direction, the cameras were turned on and he was stopped. Will let out a breath, grateful and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk to him sanely. James walked further into the set up, clearly listening to some instructions. The director was taking steps backwards, towards the various cameras.

“…that’s it sit up on the speaker,” James did as he was instructed, hopping up onto the equipment with ease. He pulled his leg up, the heel of his boot resting on the speaker. A crew member handed him his trademark guitar. “ that’s it just like that. And for now I want you to just play something. We’ll get a couple shots of you in the zone.” The director let him know, now stood beside Will. James grinned before focusing in on his guitar, moving his fingers with ease, and Will instantly recognised his song. ‘Denial’. The cameras clicked in tandem, from all angles of the room. But Will only focused on him. “Great now-“ the director carried on, James doing whatever poses were thrown at him. Will simpered, staring at him with no shame. It was a photoshoot, no one would notice. Everyone was looking at him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” A young girl asked quietly, she was holding a laptop, receiving the pictures just moments after their capture. Will looked at her, eyeing up some of the photos. His throat felt a little dry from her question, did it look that way?

“No, no. He’s my mate.”

“Could’a fooled me, the way you’re looking at him.” She giggled before walking away, leaving Wills pulse racing far too fast.

———

James was lead away after a few more directions were yelled at him. A new outfit. The director was beaming, watching his crew change the set.

“A cellar?” Will questioned.

“It’s not really anything. Just a dingy backdrop. Gives us more range.” The director explained, as his crew carried in a beaten up, black sofa. “Minimalism. It’s perfect.” Will hummed in agreement, sipping on the dregs of his coffee. “You’re quite handsome yourself.” Will choked at the sudden compliment. The director laughed, patting his back. “Sorry bout that, it’s the scouter in me. I think we could use you in a couple of shots.” Will looked at the shorter man like he was mad, earning another laugh. “Oh don’t look at me like that, I mean it.” The director grinned. Will sighed and lulled his head to the side.

“If you need my superb good looks, I’m here.” He joked, but the older man nod in approval. The side door swung open.

“Ah James!” The director rushed over to the man, taking in his new outfit. “Oh it fits you perfectly!” Will peered over, jaw going a little slack. James was wearing a biker jacket, slightly too big but not unflattering. In fact, it looked amazing to Will. He couldn’t see what was underneath but he was wearing black slacks, some chunky docs and most important, his hair and make up was different. His hair was messy, showing off the cut with more definition. Then, the eyeliner. It suited him so well. Against his pale skin and only just blushed lips. Wills eyes were glued to him, who knew he had a thing for leather jackets.

“You’re sure he’s not your boyfriend?” It was the editor again, appearing behind him. Instead of denying any attraction this time, Will just scoffed and turned to her.

“Have you seen him?” There was insecurity in his inflection, making the girl frown. But it was clear she understood what he was saying though. When Will turned back to the set, he found James now sitting on the couch. The director was talking to him, arms moving around with conviction. Will tilted his head, trying to get a better look at his friend. It was annoying him that the man in charge was blocking most of his view. He wanted to see James. When the Director finally stepped aside, Wills eyes went wide. Beneath the denim jacket, James was wearing a vest. White, ribbed, fitted against his body perfectly. He prayed that the jacket would stay on.

“Alright let’s get a couple shots like this.” The director said, the cameras instantly snapping. James shifted into different positions naturally, raising both his arms and resting them behind his head, his legs crossing comfortably. Will never looked away, reminding himself to buy a copy of the damn magazine when it was published. “Good good, now how about a few more without the jacket.” It was an instruction, not a question. Will cursed mentally, unable to tear his eyes away as James slipped the coat off, hanging it to a crew member. Will swallowed, hard. All the gym sessions had been paying off. He chewed on his lips, eyes raking over James form, watching as he had more pictures taken. He moved, so he was lying with his head on the armrest, one leg flat and one leg bent at the knee, boot against the cushioning. Will stared at James arms, watched the muscles contort with every slight shift.

“-ill..Will?” He flinched, looking up to see The Director looking right at him. “Come here.” Slowly, Will stood, making his way onto the set. “Can I borrow your hands?”

“Uh, might be kinda hard as they’re attached to my wrists.” His comment made James laugh, which caused Will to smile. “What do you want me to do?” He was trying his hardest not to look at his friend, scared he’d give far too much away.

“Firstly I just want you to hold his hand. Stand behind the sofa out of shot. Roll your sleeve up and hold his hand.” The director said, standing back with his arms folded. Will nod, pushing his sleeves up and standing at an awkward angle behind the sofa. It was James who reached up, linking their fingers together. “Perfect hold that-“ the cameras flashed “-amazing. Now I want you to place your hand on his arm.” James let go, resting his hand on his chest. Will follows, carefully putting his hand on James forearm, still at an awkward angle so he wasn’t in shot. “Stunning. Your hands are so nice for this.” The director gleamed, looking over the pictures.

“They really are.” James mumbled, finally making eye contact with the Geordie. Will flushed, quickly averting his eyes.

“Right now come round the other side.” Will moved fast. “Crouch.” He did just that, getting as low as possible. “Now could you wrap your hand around his bicep, from underneath?” Will swore he was going to implode, his lips dry with nerves. Nevertheless, he complied, slipping his hand around his arm. He could feel the muscle beneath his palm, his blush only getting worse. “Oh that looks good, your hands are just the sight size.” The director praised. Will inhaled sharply, that statement taking him back to that dream. Everything he’d seen, everything he’d felt. The way his hands had traced James skin. He’d thought about it every night since, but now his hands were actually on him he was going crazy. “Perfect. Now if you could hold his face?”

“His what?” Will sputtered, looking up at the director in shock.

“Not in a harsh way silly. Hold his cheek, it’s a nice image. Trust me.” Timidly, Will moved sitting back on his heels. He reached out, gently cupping James cheek. James simpered, looking at Will fondly. They were close, but not close enough. “Oh that’s it.” The cameras flashed, careful enough to not get Will in shot. James was looking right into his eyes, his own hazel iris’s filled with an emotion Will couldn’t quite read. Slowly, James began to smile. A smile Will had never seen on him before, but god was it attractive. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide in panic. He stumbled back, alerting everyone in the studio. James sat up, brows furrowing with concern. Getting to his feet, Will turned and bolted through the door rushing down the corridor until he saw the exit. Instead of leaving, Will fell back against the painted brick wall, bringing his knees to his chest. He shoved his sleeves back down, hitting his head a few times.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He muttered to himself, letting out a shaky breath. He felt like such an idiot. Why did he have to freak out about every little thing he felt? Pushing his face into his hands, Will didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at himself. The sound of thudding footsteps could be heard coming closer. Will could recognise what Docs sounded like, especially when it was James wearing them. He prepared himself for questions, to be laughed at or maybe seen as a joke. After all, he freaked over his best friend giving him direct eye contact. And the touching, and that stupidly attractive smile. The footsteps drew in, stopping just a meter away. James hummed, observing how Will was curled in on himself. He looked small and vulnerable. James was silent at first, not helping With wills anxiety. He could vaguely make out the man moving so he was right in front of him, then stepping back.

“Was I good?” James asked, leaning against the wall opposite him, one hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks. Wills brows furrowed, slowly lifting his head from his hands. He looked at James confused. “In the dream. Was I good?” James was smirking, staring down at him. Will felt his blood run cold, a lump forming in his throat. He knew. James knew.

“How did you-“

“It was obvious, you’re not subtle.” James chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and crouching in front of Will. “When you told me, you kept looking at my lips, and my arms, and my chest. Just not my eyes.” Will let his head hit the wall, his heart pounding. And James was still smirking at him. This was it. Their friendship was over.

“I’m sorry.” Will breathed, hands trembling. He was waiting for rejection. He was expecting it.

“For what, darling?” James asked, taking hold of his hands. The elder found himself blushing again.

“Making you uncomfortable.”

“Oh I’m not uncomfortable. At all.” James chuckled, subtly pulling Will closer, sliding his hands down his arms. Will looked at him with bated breath. “I’m actually flattered, love. Took you long enough to realise.” James kneeled, cupping Wills cheeks in his larger hands. “I guess your subconscious knew, just had to give you a nice little dream to notice.” His thumb traced just under Wills bottom lip.

“You knew the whole week?” Will managed to get out, his eyes flickering between the man’s lips and his eyes. James grinned widely, moving a few inches closer. “Smug bastard.” Will quipped, but there was no real bite.

“You love it though.” James closed the gap, pressing his lips against Wills softly. Will reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around James neck and kissing back. Feeling his reciprocation, James deepened the kiss with ease, bringing the man closer to himself. Will was overwhelmed, but so happy. He almost whined when the other pulled away.

“Why didn’t you say you knew?”

“Didn’t want to pressure you, love.” James said kindly, stroking his cheek. “Besides, I enjoy seeing you so flustered. It’s cute.”

“Oi, I was stressing.” Will scowled. Letting out a slight laugh, James helped Will up.

“You still look good doing it.” Now Will was blushing again, looking up at James with a shy smile. He reached up, straightening out the creases in his vest. The air around them was thick, but not negative.

“I really should go back into the studio.” James spoke quietly, taking a minuscule step forward, resting his forehead against Wills.

“Yeah..” Will didn’t want him to go, intertwining their fingers. Their eyes met and it only took a second their lips to meet again. The kiss was more desperate, filled with months of unsaid words and emotions. James had Will pinned to the wall, swallowing any noises the elder may have been making. He’d realised that Will, in his crash out, had ran to where his dressing room was. James smirked into the kiss, holding onto Wills waist and bringing him flush to his chest. Will didn’t complain, following James aimlessly. He didn’t care, he’d follow his every move if he had to. Walking backwards, James bit on Wills lower lip gently, resulting in a low moan. This only encouraged James, who was reaching behind himself in search of the door handle. Stumbling back into the dressing room, James kicked the door shut before dragging Will to the couch. He pulled him down onto his lap, their lips never parting. Will pushed him back, breathing heavily.

“You didn’t answer my question.” James chuckled, watching Will run his hands down his biceps. “Was I good?”

“What do you think? Twat.” Will huffed with embarrassment, looking at James.

“Mm, I don’t know.” He replied, gripping Wills hips, dragging him even closer. “I want you to tell me what happened.” James mumbled, peppering kisses along Wills jaw, making the man go rigid. “Want you to tell me how it felt.” Will shivered, letting himself relax under the younger man’s touch. His lips against his skin felt like fire. “Was it like this?”

“No.” Will shook his head. “This is better.” He sighed, James hand slipped beneath his hoodie, under his T-shirt, finding his waist. He nipped at his neck, drawing a quiet whine from the man on his lap. “It’s hazy.” Will stuttered, unable to focus. “I-I just remember your hands on me.” He began, gripping onto James vest. “All over me.”

“Yeah?” James smirked, quick to rip Wills top layers off. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

———

From the sofa, Will watched James sort himself in the mirror. Desperately trying to restyle the hair that Will had messed up.

“You need to put your clothes back on too, you know?” James chuckled, pulling on his vest and tucking it back into his pants. Will sat up, putting on his jeans with minimal effort, then his T-shirt. When he turned back, he noticed something that made him press his lips together, surprising his laughter. James saw this and spun round, confused. “What?”

“Nothin’” Will dismissed, tying up his converse. Narrowing his eyes, James took another look in the mirror.

“Will!” He gasped, covering the side of his neck up with his hand. “How the hell are they gonna hide that? I have a shoot to finish!”

“Well you were the one eager about getting into my pants, not my fault.” He responded with a shit-eating grin, standing from his spot on the couch. James gave him a look, but Will kept smiling. “They’re gonna know, editor thought you were my boyfriend anyway.” He rolled his eyes as James walked to him, taking hold of his hand. Pressing a kiss to the back of it, the taller simpered fondly.

“Good, that’s what I want people to think.” James said surely, staring down at their hands. Tilting his head, Will tilted his chin up, noticing his sudden shift in demeanour. “It’s what I want.” James admitted timidly, showing his nerves for the first time that day. Will felt giddy, squeezing his hand affectionately.

“Then that’s what we are right?” He asked hopefully, James hazel eyes lighting up in an instant. He broke into smile, wrapping his arms around Will and lifting him up easily. Will hugged back, not containing his own happiness well either.

“I’m so glad you got the hots for me.” James snickered, getting a nice slap to the chest from his new boyfriend.

———

James kept hold of Wills hand as they walked back into the studio. The director rushed over to them, putting his hands on Wills shoulders.

“Are you okay? You looked so flushed, I was worried you’d fainted.” Taken aback by the man’s concern, Wills lips twitched upward.

“Yeah I’m alright, just felt a little, hot.” He half lied, but the director was luckily oblivious.

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water.” The director ushered him back to his previous spot, getting a bottle from one of his crew members. Reluctantly, he let go of James hand, accepting the water gratefully.

“If it’s alright, there’s just a few more scenes we’d like to do? Few more outfits?”

“Oh yeah of course.” James agreed with a smile, the director went to speak but then paused, eyeing his neck.

“Did you bruise yourself?” Will looked away, trying his hardest not to laugh. James on the other hand, laughed anxiously at the directors question.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I did.” He headed back to the dressing room quickly, the director hot on his tail with even more questions. Will smiled to himself, putting the cap back on his bottle. The editor leered, coming to stand beside Will.

“Still not your boyfriend then?”

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The Static Between Us - James Marriott X Will Lenney’s Sister

Title: Static Between Us Genre: YouTube RPF, Romance, Slow Burn, Secret Love, Angst with Fluff POV: 3rd Person Limited (mostly from Will’s sister’s perspective)

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: The Reunion

The group chat had been chaotic for weeks. Every five minutes, someone was sending cursed memes or half-baked plans for the weekend, most of which were promptly ignored. But somehow, against all odds and flaky YouTuber schedules, it all came together.

Will’s house was full of noise—laughter, clinking bottles, the occasional screech of a chair dragging across the hardwood. His sister leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her drink and quietly watching the chaos unfold. She didn’t know all of them that well—George she’d met a couple times, Jack seemed nice, and there was someone else she hadn’t seen yet. Someone she definitely knew.

She didn’t want to seem weird about it, but James Marriott had a very specific energy in his videos—brooding, dark humor, weirdly hot in a way she’d never admit to her brother. Seeing him in person was… jarring. Taller than she expected. Quieter. Something about the way he stood just outside the main circle, observing before jumping in, made her stomach buzz.

And then he looked at her.

Not like a full-on stare—just a glance, a flicker of eye contact—but it was enough to make her immediately look away and pretend to read the ingredients on a bottle of lemonade.

“You good?” Will asked, suddenly appearing at her side. He looked exhausted already and the night had barely started.

She shrugged. “Yeah. Just people-watching. Your friends are feral.”

Will snorted. “They’re not my friends when they start wrestling in the living room. You’re the one who wanted to come.”

She rolled her eyes. “I wanted a night off. I didn’t know it’d be WWE: Creator Edition.”

Will laughed and wandered off, distracted by whatever fresh chaos was happening. She was about to disappear upstairs to take a breather when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“You survived the kitchen invasion,” came a deep voice, dry and slightly amused.

She turned around and there he was—James. Hoodie sleeves pushed up, drink in hand, looking effortlessly disheveled.

“Barely,” she said, trying not to sound breathless. “I was considering retreating to the pantry.”

“That’s where the true introverts hide.”

She smiled. “Good to know. I’ll set up camp there next time.”

They stood in silence for a second. Not awkward, exactly—more like… charged.

“I’m James, by the way,” he said, holding out a hand.

“I know,” she replied before she could stop herself, and then immediately wanted to dissolve into the floor. “I mean—I’ve seen your videos. Will talks about you.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “All good things, I hope?”

She hesitated. “Mostly. He said you once made a three-minute video out of spite.”

He looked proud. “Ah. The classic.”

And just like that, the tension eased a little. He didn’t seem thrown off, and neither was she—at least, not visibly. But inside? Chaos. Full system reboot.

They kept talking, and the party around them blurred into static. James asked about what she did, what she liked, if she’d always been into music or if it was just a phase. His voice was low, steady, like everything he said was half a secret. She didn’t notice how close they’d drifted until someone yelled for a group photo and the spell broke.

As everyone gathered in the living room, she caught James glancing at her again. Not obviously. Not enough for anyone else to notice.

But she did.

And later that night, lying in the guest room staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way his voice dipped when he said her name, or how his fingers brushed hers when they reached for the same bottle of water.

It didn’t mean anything.

Probably.

Chapter 2: Side Glances

Morning came in with grey skies and the smell of burnt toast. Someone—probably Jack—had decided to make breakfast and clearly did not possess the necessary skills. Will’s sister padded downstairs in an old hoodie, still half-asleep, trying to avoid making direct eye contact with anyone until she’d had caffeine.

James was already in the kitchen, of course. Hair messy. Hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. Mug in one hand, phone in the other, leaning against the counter like he hadn’t just haunted her dreams all night.

“Morning,” he said, without looking up.

“Hey,” she replied, voice scratchy from sleep.

She grabbed a mug and started pouring herself some coffee, pretending like her hands weren’t slightly shaking. She hadn’t stopped thinking about their conversation from the night before. Every line replayed itself in her head like a voice memo on loop. Every little glance. Every pause.

“You survived the pantry-free sleeping arrangement?” James asked, giving her a half-smile.

“Barely,” she said. “No emotional support snacks.”

He chuckled into his mug, then nodded toward the table. “We’re doing the kind of breakfast where no one’s really awake enough to speak, if you’re interested.”

“I live for that vibe,” she said, following him over.

The rest of the table was a zombie lineup. Will was scrolling his phone with one eye open. George was slumped against the wall. Jack was happily munching on something vaguely resembling toast and humming to himself. No one really spoke, and she was grateful for it.

Except James kept catching her eye.

Little things. Like when someone made a joke and he’d look to see if she was laughing. Or when their hands brushed again, and neither of them pulled away quite fast enough. He didn’t say much, but his presence was constant. She could feel him without even looking.

Will didn’t notice. Too tired. Too distracted. Which was good, because she didn’t even know how to explain it—this thing that wasn’t a thing. Not really.

Later, when the weather cleared up, they all went for a walk through the woods near Will’s place. James ended up walking beside her without planning to, just slightly ahead sometimes, like he didn’t want to be too obvious. He made sarcastic comments under his breath. She laughed more than she should’ve.

At one point, someone behind them tripped, and everyone turned around. She didn’t see who it was—because James instinctively reached for her arm, steadying her before she could stumble too.

It was a quick touch. Casual. Probably nothing.

But her heart didn’t get the memo.

They kept walking.

And when James looked over his shoulder at her a few minutes later, eyes soft, lip twitching into the smallest smile—

Yeah.

She was in trouble.

Chapter 3: Late-Night Talks

The house was quiet in that strange post-party way—like all the energy had burned out and now everyone was recovering in their own little corners. Will had passed out on the sofa mid-FIFA game, Jack was upstairs editing, and George had muttered something about a Discord call and vanished into the Wi-Fi void.

She couldn’t sleep.

Maybe it was the caffeine. Maybe it was the fact that every time she closed her eyes, she saw him—the way he looked at her like he knew something she didn’t. Like he was waiting.

She grabbed a hoodie and tiptoed downstairs. The garden door was open just slightly, letting in a breeze that carried the faint scent of smoke.

He was out there.

James stood near the back of the garden, leaning against the railing of the deck, cigarette between his fingers, face lit faintly by the glow of his phone screen. His hoodie was zipped up to his chin, and for a second, he didn’t notice her.

Then he turned.

“Oh,” he said, surprised but not startled. “Can’t sleep?”

She shook her head, hugging the sleeves of her hoodie. “Too much going on up here.” She tapped her temple, then hesitated. “Mind if I join?”

He gestured to the spot beside him. “Garden insomnia club’s open to new members.”

She stepped out onto the deck, the cool air biting at her skin, but it felt nice. Calmer. They stood there in silence for a moment, the smoke curling lazily in the air between them.

“Didn’t peg you as a smoker,” she said softly.

James glanced down at the cigarette like he’d forgotten it was there. “Just now and then. When the brain won’t shut up.”

She nodded. “Relatable.”

He exhaled slowly, not looking at her. “You’re not what I expected.”

That caught her off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I dunno,” he said. “Will’s always been very… Will. Loud. Fast. Unfiltered. I assumed his sister would be the same. But you’re—”

He paused, searching for the right word. She turned toward him slightly, curious.

“Quieter,” he finally said. “Not in a bad way. Just… I dunno. You listen before you talk. You notice things.”

Her heart did that annoying stutter-step thing again. “I think I’m just better at blending in than standing out.”

James looked at her then—really looked at her. “You’re not exactly blending in.”

It hung in the air between them, soft and unexpected. She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just stared at her shoes for a minute.

Then he said, quieter, “I’ve been trying not to be weird.”

She blinked. “Weird how?”

James flicked the ash off the cigarette. “I don’t know. It’s just… you’re Will’s sister. There’s a whole unwritten rulebook about that, isn’t there?”

Her chest tightened. “Do you think he’d care?”

James gave a humorless laugh. “Will? Absolutely.”

There was something about the way he said it that made her heart sink. Not because he was wrong—but because it meant he’d already thought about it. Which meant he’d already considered the thing she hadn’t even dared say out loud.

“I just don’t want to screw up the dynamic,” he added. “Not sure he’d be thrilled if I started getting… distracted.”

“Are you distracted?” she asked before she could stop herself.

He looked at her again. This time, the silence stretched.

“Yeah,” he said.

Just that. One word. No follow-up. No clarification. But it was enough to leave her breathless.

The cigarette burned down to the filter. He stubbed it out on the edge of the railing and tossed it in the bin.

“I should get some sleep,” he said, voice a little rougher now. “You coming in?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… a minute.”

He paused like he might say something else, then turned and disappeared into the house.

She stayed outside, heart pounding, air cold against her cheeks.

Distracted.

So was she.

So badly it hurt.

Chapter 4: Glitches

The next day was slow. That lazy, in-between kind of day where no one really wanted to leave but also no one knew what to do. Will had resorted to organizing a makeshift “content brainstorming session” just to keep people from melting into the sofa.

It was chaos. Someone suggested fake beef. Someone else tried to pitch a mukbang but got shouted down. James just sat on the armrest of a chair, sipping tea and quietly roasting everyone in the group chat.

Will’s sister stayed quiet for most of it, half-listening, half-scrolling through her camera roll. She hadn’t realized how many random pictures she’d taken the night before—some blurry, some candid. She was halfway through deleting duplicates when she hit play on a video she didn’t remember taking.

And there it was.

A 12-second clip. Just a quiet pan across the living room, probably from when she’d been recording something dumb. But her phone had lingered—just long enough to catch James in the background.

He was looking at her.

Not just looking—watching. Everyone else was laughing, distracted, but James was focused, eyes soft, jaw tense like he was thinking something he didn’t want to say out loud. It wasn’t performative. It wasn’t exaggerated. It was... real.

She held her breath as she watched it again.

And again.

And a fourth time, because she hated herself.

Then she did what any self-respecting emotionally confused person would do: she deleted it. Immediately. No backup. No cloud. Just—gone.

And of course, as soon as she did, regret hit her like a freight train.

“Everything alright?” James said quietly beside her, and she jumped.

“Jesus—sorry,” she laughed awkwardly, locking her phone like it was holding national secrets. “Yeah. Fine.”

James raised an eyebrow, not buying it, but didn’t press. Instead, he leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “You looked deep in thought. Existential crisis, or just regretting your life choices?”

“Little bit of both,” she muttered.

He smiled.

And then Will called out, “Oi, lovebirds, we filming or what?”

She froze.

James didn’t.

Without missing a beat, he rolled his eyes and shot back, “You wish, mate.”

The group laughed. She didn’t. Her heart was hammering too loud.

It wasn’t like Will knew. He was just being Will. Loud, dumb, joking Will.

But suddenly, the line between pretend and real felt thinner. Like if she wasn’t careful, it’d snap.

That night, she lay in bed, replaying the video in her mind. Even though it was gone, she could still see it clearly. The look in his eyes. That quiet little moment no one else noticed.

And she wondered—

If he saw it too.

Chapter 5: Avoidance Tactic

It started the next morning.

She came downstairs to the sound of a kettle boiling, hoping for another casual “insomniac garden chat” moment. But James wasn’t there. Just George, humming tunelessly and microwaving leftover pizza like it was a perfectly normal breakfast choice.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“‘Sup,” George said, not looking up. “James already dipped. Said he had editing to do.”

That made her pause.

Editing? At 9 a.m.? After staying up till 2?

Weird.

But she brushed it off. Maybe he was just busy. Maybe the late nights were catching up to him. Maybe she was reading into everything like a walking Tumblr post.

Still, it kept happening.

At lunch, James sat at the opposite end of the table.

During filming, he paired off with George without saying anything.

When she passed him in the hallway, he smiled politely—too politely—and kept walking.

It wasn’t cold exactly. It wasn’t even rude. It was just distant. Careful.

And it hurt.

Not in a dramatic, romcom-heartbreak kind of way. More like… a steady little ache. A dull pinch every time he didn’t look at her. Every time he made a joke that wasn’t meant for her to hear. Every time he chose silence over connection.

She tried not to let it show. Laughed at everyone’s jokes, kept her voice light. But inside, her brain was screaming:

Did I imagine it?

Did I scare him off?

Was it just a moment? Was I just a moment?

She caught him watching her once. Just once. She turned too quickly and their eyes locked—only for a second. And he looked away faster than she ever thought possible.

By day three, she was officially spiraling. She told herself it was fine. That it didn’t matter. That it was just a silly crush, and she was being dramatic. But every time she caught a piece of his voice from another room, her stomach twisted.

Eventually, she cornered Will in the kitchen. He was trying to open a jar of something aggressively red and failing.

“Hey,” she said, casual. Too casual. “Did James say anything to you?”

Will raised an eyebrow. “About what?”

“I don’t know. Just… he’s been kind of quiet.”

Will gave her a look. “He’s always quiet. It’s his whole thing.”

“No, like—different quiet.”

Will smirked. “You got a crush on him or something?”

She nearly choked. “What? No. Obviously not.”

“Relax,” Will said, laughing. “Just asking. You’ve been weird.”

You’ve been weird. He’s been distant. It’s all weird.

That night, she didn’t stay up late. Didn’t go outside. Didn’t try to catch his eye.

Let him avoid her.

It was easier than hoping.

Chapter 6: Jealousy Game

The group decided on drinks that night—proper pub energy. Not content creation, not forced fun. Just pints, playlists, and pretending they weren’t all chronically online.

She hadn’t planned to dress up, really. But something in her snapped when she caught James, once again, ducking her gaze at breakfast. If he was going to pretend like the garden didn’t happen, fine. Let him.

She put on eyeliner that made her eyes sharper, lips a little glossier. A cropped black jacket over a strappy top. Something that said, I’m fine. Thriving, even.

James didn’t say anything when she walked downstairs. But he saw. She caught it—just a flick of the eyes. A blink too long. Then he turned to George and started talking like she wasn’t even there.

Fine.

At the pub, things got messy fast. Jack was making rounds like he owned the place, and Will had somehow ended up in a heated argument with a bartender over crisps. She found herself at the bar next to someone not from their group—a friend of a friend, apparently. Ollie. Cute. Tall. The kind of smile that made you lean in.

So she did.

And maybe it wasn’t entirely innocent. Maybe she laughed a little too loudly. Maybe she leaned on the bar just right when Ollie complimented her jacket. But it worked.

Because James looked.

Not just a glance—he watched. From across the room, pint half-raised, face unreadable. Like he wanted to say something and was fighting himself not to.

She tried not to show how much she liked that. The power of it.

But then Ollie leaned in too close—just to ask about her drink—and James stood up and walked outside without a word.

She followed him five minutes later, heart pounding in her chest like it was trying to break its way out.

He was leaning against the pub wall, hands in his jacket pockets, breathing visible in the night air. She didn’t say anything at first. Just stood beside him, like they were strangers again.

“You okay?” she asked finally.

James let out a sharp breath. “Are you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned toward her. “You know what it means.”

She folded her arms. “So I can’t talk to someone now without it being a thing?”

“That guy was practically climbing over you.”

“Oh, now you care?”

James flinched.

And there it was. The thing she wasn’t supposed to say. The truth he hadn’t been ready to face. But it was out there now, hanging between them like smoke.

“I’ve been trying not to,” he said, voice low. “Care. It’s not easy.”

She looked at him. Really looked.

“Why?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

James shook his head. “Because it’s you. Because it’s Will’s little sister. Because I don’t want to be the guy who screws everything up.”

“You’re not screwing anything up,” she said, softer now.

He didn’t answer. Just stared at the pavement like it held all the right words.

Inside, she could hear the muffled bass of whatever bad pop song the pub had queued next.

“Do you like him?” James asked suddenly.

“Ollie?”

James nodded, not looking at her.

She waited a beat.

“No,” she said. “I just wanted you to notice.”

His eyes met hers, sharp and sad and honest.

“I always notice,” he said.

But then the door opened, and Will stuck his head out, drunkenly yelling something about kebabs and cabs and where the hell they’d disappeared to.

And just like that, the moment vanished.

James stepped back into the noise. She stayed there a second longer, pulse roaring in her ears.

He noticed.

She wasn’t sure if that made it better—or worse.

Chapter 7: The Song

Two days after the pub, the house was quieter again. Everyone was too hungover or emotionally scorched to do much. Will had disappeared to film a collab, Jack had taken George into town, and for once, it was just the two of them.

Her and James.

The silence was awkward. Not thick, exactly—more like a space carefully padded around the truth they weren’t touching. They moved around each other like chess pieces, like everything was about to tip one way or another.

She ended up in the spare room, where Will kept an old electric keyboard. Mostly as a joke. Mostly for George to mess around with when he was bored. But she sat down in front of it, ran her fingers over the dust-flecked keys, and let herself play.

Soft at first. Just chords. Gentle, moody, unresolved. Then something started forming—a melody she hadn’t planned. Her fingers knew what she was feeling before her mouth could admit it.

She didn’t even hear James come in.

But she felt him. In the doorway, arms folded, just watching.

“You wrote that?” he asked, voice low, almost careful.

She didn’t look up. “It just… happened.”

James stepped in slowly, like he was afraid he’d ruin the moment. “It’s sad.”

She finally looked at him. “It’s honest.”

He nodded, came to stand beside the keyboard. “What’s it about?”

She played one chord again—soft and uncertain. “You.”

It was a risk, saying it out loud. But at this point, pretending was exhausting. She couldn’t keep bottling it all behind half-smiles and late-night glances.

James didn’t respond right away.

Instead, he sat down next to her. His shoulder barely touched hers. He was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin.

“Play it again?” he asked.

So she did.

This time, she added more. Let her voice come in, barely above a whisper. Lyrics that weren’t planned. Just… felt.

“You don’t say it, but you mean it You don’t look, but I still see it Caught in silence, stuck in scenes Where I’m everything And nothing in between.”

The last note hung in the air.

James didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just breathed.

When she finally turned to look at him, his expression had cracked open. No jokes. No walls.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he said.

“Then don’t.”

That broke it.

His hand reached for hers on the keys, fingers curling just barely, like he still wasn’t sure he was allowed.

She looked down at them. His hand over hers. Warm. Real.

It wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t some grand gesture. But it was more than silence. More than fear.

The song still echoed faintly from the keyboard, unfinished.

So were they.

But for the first time—

She didn’t mind.

Chapter 8: A Line Crossed

The next morning felt different.

Not dramatically. Not like the whole world had flipped upside down overnight. But something in the air had shifted. Charged. Fragile. Like a wire pulled just tight enough to hum.

She saw James in the kitchen before anyone else was awake—again. Same hoodie. Same mug. But this time, he looked up and didn’t look away.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” she answered, voice softer than usual.

She stepped in, grabbed a mug without breaking eye contact, and stood beside him like they were tethered to the same unspoken thing. He didn’t touch her, didn’t even reach out—but the space between them felt owned now. Marked. Changed.

“You alright?” he asked.

She nodded. “You?”

He smirked. “Trying not to overthink a song.”

“Too late for that.”

They shared a look. Quiet. Knowing. Sweet in a way that made her chest ache.

Then Will’s voice boomed from upstairs, shattering it like glass.

“Kettle better be full or I’m suing someone!”

James stepped back immediately, like a reflex. Like the moment had teeth.

And just like that, the wire snapped.

By the time Will thudded down the stairs, James was halfway across the room, mug in hand, back to his usual self.

Will barely noticed, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Why are you both up? Gross. Go back to bed like normal people.”

She forced a laugh, but her pulse was thudding.

All morning, James kept his distance.

All afternoon, they barely spoke.

And that night, after everyone had gone to bed and the house was dark, she heard a knock on her door. Soft. One beat. Hesitant.

She opened it to find James standing there.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he whispered.

She stepped aside without a word and let him in.

He didn’t touch her at first. Just stood in the center of her room, jaw clenched, like he was holding something in with every fiber of his being.

“I feel like I’m hiding in my own skin,” he said, voice shaking. “I don’t know how to be around you and not want more.”

“Then stop pretending,” she whispered.

He moved then.

Just one step. Then two. And suddenly his hand was in her hair and his mouth was on hers and the world shrunk to this.

It wasn’t rushed. Wasn’t desperate.

It was slow. Careful. A hundred unsaid things passed between them like sparks.

But it was also real.

And real meant consequences.

Afterward, when he rested his forehead against hers, she whispered, “What now?”

James didn’t answer right away. His fingers were still wrapped in hers.

Then: “I don’t know. But I’m not letting you go.”

She closed her eyes.

The line was crossed.

And there was no going back.

Chapter 9: Slipping

They didn’t talk about it the next morning.

James left her room before the sun came up, like a ghost—quiet footsteps, no creaky floorboard missteps. She lay in bed after the door closed, staring at the ceiling with her heart still thudding in her ears.

It wasn’t regret. It wasn’t shame. It was fear.

Because it wasn’t just a kiss, or a moment. It was a shift. And once something shifts, pretending it didn’t becomes exhausting.

Will was already awake when she came downstairs. He looked up from his cereal like he’d been waiting to interrogate someone.

“Morning,” he said slowly. Suspiciously.

She narrowed her eyes. “What?”

“You’re being weird again.”

“I just woke up.”

“You’re blinking weird.”

“I—what?!”

Will pointed his spoon at her. “I know you. Something’s going on.”

She deflected. Rolled her eyes. Made a sarcastic comment. It worked. He dropped it—for now. But the seed was planted, and she knew Will well enough to know he’d water it until it bloomed into full-blown investigation.

The next few days blurred.

Little things started to slip.

James made her tea the exact way she liked it. George raised an eyebrow.

She laughed too hard at a dumb joke he made. Jack looked between them, suspicious.

James sat next to her on the couch, knees brushing, and didn’t move. Will narrowed his eyes.

She could feel it unraveling.

The secret. The tension. The space they’d built between glances and soft words—it was slipping. Cracks forming. Pressure building.

Late one night, she caught James in the hallway. Just the two of them. Lights low. Everyone else asleep.

“We’re not being subtle anymore,” she said.

He leaned against the wall, looking wrecked with want and caution all at once. “I know.”

“They’re going to figure it out.”

“I know.”

She hesitated. “Maybe we should tell him.”

James exhaled, long and slow. “You think he’d take it well?”

“I think he’d take you by the throat.”

“Fair.”

They stood there for a beat. The weight of it pressing in from all sides.

Then James said, “I’d risk it.”

She looked at him.

“What?”

“I’d risk it,” he said again. “Will’s friendship. The fallout. All of it. If you said this was real.”

She stepped in, barely breathing.

“It is real.”

James didn’t kiss her that time.

But he reached for her hand.

And held it like an anchor.

Still slipping—but together.

Chapter 10: The Discovery

It happened in the most cliché way possible.

Will walked in without knocking.

One minute she and James were sitting on her bed, shoulder to shoulder, watching dumb videos and trading those slow, lingering glances they had no business sharing. The next minute—door swings open. Will barges in, hoodie half on, holding his phone like he was about to show her a tweet.

And then he froze.

James jumped up. Like literally jumped. Her laptop slid off the bed and landed on the floor with a dull thud. She just sat there, completely still, like her soul had momentarily left her body.

Will’s eyes flicked between them. Once. Twice. Then they narrowed.

“...What the fuck is this?”

Silence.

“Are you kidding me?” Will’s voice climbed, low and sharp. “Tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”

James opened his mouth. Closed it.

She stood up slowly. “Will—”

“No, no, don’t ‘Will’ me,” he said, backing toward the door like the room physically repelled him. “You—” he pointed at James, “—are my friend. And you—” his voice cracked slightly when he looked at her, “—are my sister.”

She felt it in her chest like a punch.

James finally spoke, his voice rough. “We didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”

Will laughed. Actually laughed. “Oh, sick. You’re in love, aren’t you? You’ve been sneaking around behind my back and now what, I’m supposed to congratulate you?”

James stepped forward. “I didn’t want to hide it from you.”

“But you did,” Will snapped. “Both of you did.”

She tried to reach for him, but he stepped back.

“I told everyone you were off limits,” he muttered. “I trusted you, man.”

James didn’t look away. “I never saw her as some off-limits rule. She’s not a possession.”

That didn’t help.

Will’s fists clenched. “Don’t talk to me like you’re noble.”

She stepped in, voice calm but shaking. “Will, I didn’t plan this either. It just… happened. We tried to ignore it. But it’s real.”

Will stared at her for a long, long time. His jaw tightened. Then he said, quietly, “I can’t even look at you right now.”

And then he walked out.

The silence he left behind was loud and cruel.

James looked like he wanted to say something. Maybe go after him.

But she shook her head. “Not yet.”

She sat back down on the bed. Stared at the spot where Will had stood like it might still echo.

Everything they’d tried to protect—the secret moments, the careful glances, the soft songs—it had all led to this.

Discovery.

And now came the fallout.

Chapter 11: Fallout

The house was quieter than it had ever been.

Not the comfortable quiet of late nights or lazy mornings—but the heavy, brittle kind. The kind where no one knows what to say, so they say nothing. Even the floorboards seemed more cautious.

Will didn’t speak to either of them the next day.

He didn’t yell. Didn’t explode again. He just… shut down. Detached. Walked past her in the hall without looking up. Answered James with single-syllable replies if he had to answer at all. Otherwise, it was like they didn’t exist.

George and Jack noticed immediately.

“You two fight?” George asked, tone light but eyes sharp.

“Something like that,” she muttered.

Jack, who’d never been subtle, raised an eyebrow at James across the kitchen later that day and said, “You piss off the big man?”

James didn’t answer.

The day dragged.

No one filmed anything.

No one joked around.

And Will stayed holed up in his room, editing, gaming, ignoring every knock on his door—including hers.

By nightfall, she couldn’t take it.

She stood outside Will’s door again, fists clenched at her sides, then knocked softly. “Will?”

Silence.

“It wasn’t a game,” she said through the wood. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. But I’m not going to say sorry for falling for him.”

Still nothing.

She sighed. “You can be mad at me. That’s fine. But I need you to understand this isn’t just some fling. I love him.”

That last part hurt to say out loud.

Not because it wasn’t true. But because the person she needed to hear it the most was the one least willing to.

A beat of silence.

Then: “You should’ve told me,” Will said. Quiet. Muffled. But there.

She leaned her forehead against the door.

“I know.”

“I could’ve dealt with it,” he continued. “If you’d just told me. But instead you lied. For weeks.”

“I was scared,” she whispered. “Scared I’d lose this. You. Everything.”

Another pause. Then: “You still might.”

That cracked something inside her.

She didn’t cry. Not yet. But she felt it building. Like a storm waiting just beyond her ribs.

Back downstairs, James was waiting in the living room. Sitting on the floor, head leaned against the wall, eyes closed like he hadn’t slept in a year.

She sat down beside him, slow and quiet.

“He spoke?” James asked without opening his eyes.

She nodded. “A little.”

They didn’t talk for a while. Just leaned on each other in the dark, letting the weight of it all settle between them.

“We broke it,” James said eventually. Voice raw.

She took his hand.

“Maybe. But I don’t think it was fake enough to stay hidden forever.”

He looked at her.

“You still think it’s worth it?”

She didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. I do.”

Even with the silence. The guilt. The hurt.

Especially with the hurt.

Because nothing that real comes without a cost.

Chapter 12: The Ultimatum

It took two more days before Will finally cracked.

They were all in the living room, pretending to watch something none of them were actually watching—some chaotic group video Jack had picked purely to fill the silence. James was stiff beside her on the couch, arms folded, legs angled away like he wasn’t trying to take up any space.

Will sat in the armchair, hood up, scrolling through his phone with surgical disinterest.

No one spoke.

Then Jack said, casually, “So when are you two gonna stop pretending we didn’t all figure it out already?”

She froze.

James blinked.

Will looked up slowly. “Are you serious, mate?”

Jack glanced around. “I mean, c’mon. It’s been awkward as hell for a week. George literally placed bets yesterday.”

George raised a hand. “Still think Will punches James before the end of the month.”

Will stood up.

Not storming. Just… done. The quiet, dangerous kind of done.

“I can’t live in the same house while this is happening,” he said flatly.

Her stomach dropped. “Will—”

“I’m not saying you don’t feel something. I’m not even saying I don’t get it. But this isn’t a movie, alright? You’re my sister. He’s supposed to be my best mate.”

“I still am,” James said softly.

Will turned to him. “Then why didn’t you act like it?”

No one said anything.

Finally, Will exhaled and looked at her.

“You’ve got a choice,” he said. “You can have him. Fine. I won’t stop you. But if that’s what this is… I need space. You need to move out.”

She felt it in her chest like a free-fall.

Move out.

As in leave.

As in no more late-night films, or chaotic group dinners, or music spilling through walls while George remixed TikToks in the next room.

James sat up straighter. “She doesn’t have to do that. We’ll figure something out—”

“No,” Will cut in. “You don’t get to make this easy.”

Then he left the room.

Just like that.

The quiet afterward wasn’t awkward anymore.

It was devastating.

She didn’t look at anyone else. Just stood slowly and walked upstairs, one step at a time, until the walls felt like they were pressing in.

James came up a few minutes later. Found her standing by her window, arms crossed tightly around herself.

“You okay?” he asked.

“No,” she whispered. “Not really.”

“I’ll leave,” he said. “If it makes this easier for you.”

She turned sharply. “No. Don’t do that. This isn’t about who leaves. It’s about what we’re willing to give up.”

James nodded, jaw tight. “So what now?”

She looked at him. At his eyes, his hands, the way his presence always grounded her, even in chaos.

Then she said it—clear, certain:

“We stop hiding. And we find a way to make this work, even if it means starting over somewhere else.”

James didn’t hesitate.

“Then I’m with you.”

And just like that, the choice was made.

Not easy. Not painless. But real.

Chapter 13: Leaving

It rained the morning she packed.

The soft, misty kind that made everything feel slower. More final. James helped in silence—folding clothes, unplugging chargers, stuffing vinyls and notebooks into boxes like he was afraid one wrong move might break her.

Will hadn’t spoken to her again since the ultimatum.

George offered to help, but the look James gave him made him back off fast. Jack lingered in the doorway, arms crossed, watching like it physically hurt him not to make a joke.

“This is so dramatic,” Jack muttered eventually. “Feels like a Netflix original but with more hoodies.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You’ll survive.”

Jack gave a mock salute. “Only just.”

The car was small. Barely enough room for her things. James crammed the last box into the back seat while she zipped her jacket with fingers that wouldn’t stop trembling.

She turned for one last look at the house.

Every corner of it was memory-soaked—late-night snacks in the kitchen, singing with George in the hallway, arguing over film edits with Will, that first accidental touch with James on the stairs. The garden. The keyboard. The song.

All of it.

Then she saw Will standing on the porch.

Arms folded. No expression.

She met his eyes from across the driveway. For a long second, nothing passed between them. Just rain.

Then he gave her the faintest of nods.

Not forgiveness. Not approval.

But maybe—maybe—a truce.

She blinked hard and turned away before the tears could fall.

James didn’t speak until they were on the motorway.

“You okay?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. But I will be.”

They drove in silence for a while. The rain streaked down the windshield like punctuation marks in a sentence neither of them could finish.

Finally, she looked at him. “You sure about this? About all of it?”

James glanced at her. “I left a lot behind for this.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He reached across the gearshift and laced his fingers with hers. “And I’d do it again.”

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t need to.

Their silence finally felt like something safe.

Like a promise.

Chapter 14: The New Normal

The new flat was smaller.

Two rooms. One cracked window. A living room that doubled as a studio if James moved the coffee table. No George snoring on the couch. No Will yelling about bad takes. No chaotic kitchen battles with Jack’s questionable “culinary experiments.”

Just them.

It was quiet.

But not in a lonely way.

James thrived in small spaces. He strung fairy lights across the ceiling. Set up his mic stand next to her bookshelf. Left his socks absolutely everywhere. And she let him—because it meant he was there.

They got used to each other in new ways.

Waking up tangled in the sheets. Grocery shopping while arguing over crisps. Cooking meals that were sometimes disasters and sometimes perfect, but always theirs.

Still, she missed it. The house. The noise. Will.

He hadn’t reached out.

Not directly.

But she caught him liking a photo on her Instagram—the one James took of her sitting on the fire escape, hair tangled, laughing at something off-camera. She’d stared at that like for ten full minutes.

It wasn’t much.

But it was something.

James noticed, too.

“You gonna call him?” he asked one night.

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

He nodded. Didn’t push.

Instead, he went to his mic, flicked on the switch, and asked her, “Wanna hear something I’ve been working on?”

Always. “Yeah.”

He started to play. Something soft, familiar.

It was her song.

The one she’d played on Will’s keyboard weeks ago—except now it had layers. Strings beneath the chords. A low harmony she hadn’t known it needed. His voice, gentle and raw:

“You were a whisper in a room of noise A quiet maybe wrapped in choice But I’d cross every line I drew Just to stand in this silence with you.”

She closed her eyes.

This was the life they had built. Not loud. Not perfect. But true.

She walked over as he finished the last note, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

“You wrote that for me?”

James turned in her arms, smiling against her hair. “I wrote it with you.”

They stayed there like that for a long time.

Not needing to speak. Not needing to fill the space.

They were the quiet in the chaos now.

They were the new normal.

Chapter 15: Homecoming

It was Will’s birthday.

That’s what did it, in the end.

She wasn’t planning to go. She’d even told herself not to. Too messy. Too soon. Too much that hadn’t been said.

But when the group chat blew up with plans—Jack’s terrible cake ideas, George threatening to DJ, the invite extended to both of them—her heart stuttered.

And then came the message.

From Will.

Just two words.

Come through.

She stared at her phone for five solid minutes before showing James.

He raised his eyebrows. “You want to?”

“I think I have to.”

So they went.

Back to the house. Back to the kitchen with the dodgy drawer. The living room full of memories. The creaky stair that gave them away once. Everything felt smaller somehow—but warmer, too. Familiar in that way only a first home after heartbreak can be.

Will answered the door.

They all froze for a beat.

James cleared his throat. “Hey.”

Will stared for a moment. Then stepped back. “Get in here before I change my mind.”

It wasn’t forgiveness.

But it wasn’t nothing.

The night buzzed. Drinks poured. Music played. George did DJ, and somehow it worked. Jack’s cake was an abomination, but it was eaten anyway.

And then, later—quiet again.

She found Will in the kitchen, staring out the back window like he was watching a memory.

“Still hate him?” she asked gently.

Will exhaled. “Depends on the day.”

She smiled. “That’s fair.”

Another pause.

Then he looked at her—really looked at her.

“You’re happy?”

“I am.”

Will nodded. “That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

It hit her harder than she expected.

She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around him. And for the first time in what felt like years, he hugged her back properly.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said. “I missed me too.”

They laughed. Soft. Healing.

Later that night, when she found James in the hallway, he looked up like he’d been holding his breath since they arrived.

“Well?”

She smiled.

“He’s not gonna punch you.”

“Relief,” James deadpanned. “I like my jaw how it is.”

They left together, hand in hand, into the soft night air.

No more secrets. No more slipping.

Just love, hard-earned and fully known.

And for the first time since it all began—

It felt like home.

Epilogue: One Year Later

The video was unlisted.

It didn’t drop on a Tuesday. No premiere. No clickbait title. Just a soft thumbnail of two intertwined hands resting on a piano.

She clicked “upload” with shaking fingers.

And waited.

It wasn’t for subscribers. It wasn’t for clout. It was for him.

And for them.

The video opened with her voice, barely above a whisper.

“I never planned to fall in love with my brother’s best friend. But I did. Quietly. Fiercely. Secretly.”

Then the music started.

James’s song—their song—played underneath clips from the last year. Grainy shots from the flat. Her laughing in the kitchen. James asleep on the floor with a guitar across his chest. Train rides. Rainy walks. A blurry, accidental photo of Will hugging her outside a café, both of them laughing too hard to breathe.

No edits. No flashy cuts. Just truth.

The final frame faded to black, and her voice returned.

“We risked a lot. Lost things we didn’t want to lose. But love doesn’t wait until it’s convenient. And when it’s real—you fight for it.

This is us. Quiet. Messy. Loud in all the right places. And somehow, still standing.”

Then the title screen.

“Secretly Yours — A Love Story We Lived”

She didn’t look at the comments. Didn’t refresh analytics. Didn’t need the numbers this time.

Because behind her, James wrapped his arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.

“You’re really brave, you know that?”

She leaned into him. “Took me a while.”

He kissed the side of her head.

And then Will walked in holding two coffees and a croissant between his teeth like a dog with a prize.

“I assume that’s for me?” he asked through a mouthful, eyeing the video screen.

She laughed. “You watched it already, didn’t you?”

Will shrugged. “I might have cried a little.”

“Liar.”

“Okay, I laughed. But, like, emotionally.”

They all collapsed on the couch, limbs tangled, hearts lighter.

No more hiding.

No more waiting.

Just love.

And a story that—finally—wasn’t a secret anymore.

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