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Mistakes Like This

~Mistakes Like This by Prelow~

Author's Note: Requested! I've rewritten this like four times, I'm sorry :( Summary: Besties to lovers/situationship (you know how much I love this trope) Warnings; brief smut scene Word Count: 9,215 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

The friend group was one of the ones that happened by chance. One of the ones that spark from picking a random day for college orientation. Most of them were from the hockey team and soccer teams while Y/N and her newly found best friend, Zoey, both played on the lacrosse team.

They spent every possible day together after school started. They all lived on the same dorm floor and were constantly hanging out in each other’s room. A lot of the time, they would all hang out in Y/N’s room. She was the only one with a single room.

Tonight was no different as the eight of them were all crowded in her room. She was sprailed out on her bed, an ice pack behind her thigh. She pulled her hamstring last night at practice and it was getting more sore as the day went on.

Zoey was sprailed out on the floor with Ethan, Mark, and Dylan. Miles and Chloe were on the spare bed in her room laying on opposite sides of the bed. Luke was sitting beside Y/N, pressing his back against the wall.

He was absentmindedly toying with the blankets that were laying over his lap. It was draped over Y/N’s legs too. Everyone was shouting loudly towards each other, laughing and talking about their weekend plans. Except Y/N and Luke. They were both sitting quietly. Y/N wouldn’t look at Luke, her heart was pounding hard against her chest.

It wasn’t weird for the two of them to be the quiet ones in the group. They were the only ones that seemed to have a social battery. It was common for them to be social for days at a time before they needed alone time.

Sometimes they could be alone together. Normally not close, enjoying each other’s company and quiet. Right now, they were enjoying each other’s company in the sea of loudness that was their friends. Every so often, their eyes would connect and small smiles would form on their lips.

He looked towards her, tapping her hand delicately. Turning her head to the side, she met Luke’s soft gaze. “How’s your leg?” he asked quietly. She shrugged while she swallowed harshly. He nodded as his lips fell into a small pout.

“Anything I can do?” he questioned as he looked over her features. She was tired, probably in a lot more pain than she was letting on. She shook her head slightly as she tilted her head back against the pillow. He took a deep breath, looking towards the rest of the people in the small space.

“Hey guys, let’s move this party to my room,” Luke expressed as he began to climb off of the bed, readjusting the blanket over Y/N’s lap. All of them looked towards him expectantly, “She won’t tell you guys this but she wants to be alone and nap,” Luke said as he stared towards her. She fought off a grin on her lips.

“I didn’t say that,” she offered.

“But your face tells all,” Luke teased as he waved his hand in front of his own face. Rolling her eyes playfully, she pursed her lips forward. “Come on guys, leave Y/N alone to her beauty sleep,” he teased again. Everyone soon stood up, mingling amongst themselves. Shouting goodbyes towards her. Luke waited near the door, watching everyone leave.

Their eyes connected. The corner of his lips curled upward as he continued to look towards her. “Thank you,” she whispered while bringing the blanket closer to her face. He nodded before he snuck out of the room, letting it shut behind him. She winced slightly as she adjusted her body with the ice pack beneath her leg. A sigh left her lips before she slowly let her eyes shut.

~~~

The following night, there was a huge frat party that the eight of them were supposed to attend. She initially promised that she would go. But her body was still aching, it seemed like it was getting better. She sat at her vanity, a Truly can beside her and her flat iron in her hand.

She has yet to start doing anything to her hair, still not sure what the best look would be. She rested it down on the vanity again as she felt her posture straighten.

There was a knock against her door, she forced her gaze towards the door. She let out a sigh, “Come in,” she muttered.

Luke poked his head into the room, a grin formed to his lips before he stepped inside. “Do you wanna go to this thing?” he asked quietly. He pressed his back against the door as he scanned her frame. He cleared his throat as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“No,” she said through a small chuckle.

He grinned while pushing away from the door. “Me neither,” he let out with a shrug. “I have a taste for frozen yogurt, wanna come with me and ditch this thing?” he questioned. She fought off a smile as she unplugged her flat iron. Quickly, she stood up from the stool and met his gaze.

“Please,” she said, “Spin around, I have to change first,” she said as she slowly motioned for him to spin around. He let out a sudden laugh as he spun on his heels and shoved his hands into his pocket.

“Yes ma’am,” he teased while he pursed his lips forward.

Once she saw that he was completely facing away from her, she slipped her skirt from her frame and kicked it away from her frame. Instantly, she took a hold of a pair of shorts folded on top of her dresser. It took a few seconds before she pulled it up over her frame.

“Did you tell anyone that we’re ditching?” she asked as she unzipped her tight corset top from her frame. She dropped it to the floor as she walked toward her closet. Reaching inside, she pulled out her zip up hoodie.

“I told Dylan, sorta implied that you were joining,” he let out quietly. She chuckled as she zipped up her jacket.

“Was he mad?” she asked as she walked towards him, tapping her hand against his shoulder. Luke spun around, meeting her gaze. He shook his head slightly as an answer. She took a hold of her phone and her keys. “Good because I have been craving frozen yogurt for days,” she let out as she began walking past him.

He rolled his eyes playfully as he began to follow after her. “I think Zoey’s going to be pissed that I missed another party,” she said as she stepped outside of the dorm room. Luke slid out of the door as he waited beside her.

Quickly, she locked the door and began walking down the hall with a small limp to her step. “If you tell her you’re still hurting, she’ll get over it,” he offered as he began walking side by side with her. Their eyes connected, a small smile formed to his lips.

“She can’t know I’m still hurting. I can’t play if she knows,” she explained as she pressed the down button on the elevator.

“You shouldn’t be playing if you are hurting,” Luke offered as he rested his hands onto his hips. She rolled her eyes as a breathy laugh left her lips.

“Says the hockey player that played a rivalry game with a busted up shoulder earlier this season,” she shot back while meeting his eye.

“And then I was out for six weeks,” he said as he smiled knowingly. Her lips parted as she looked into his eyes. Swallowing harshly, she forced her gaze towards the elevator doors opening. “So you should definitely let it heal,”

“It’s a pulled muscle,” she said as she walked backwards into the elevator. He scoffed as he shook his head.

“Pulled muscles can tear, Y/N,” Luke let out while looking into her eyes.

“I’ll take it easy,” she said while she watched his eyes squint slightly.

“You better,” he teased as he pointed his finger towards her. She pushed his hand away from her face. She leaned past him as she pressed the lobby button. Their eyes remained connected as he let out a small laugh.

“I promise,” she mumbled. He smirked as he nodded slowly. “I promise!” she drew out the word as she smiled softly. He grinned while rolling his eyes.

“My car is across the lot, if you want I can jog down there and pull up to the building,” he offered as the elevator doors pulled open. He began walking backwards as their eyes remained connected. Slowly, she followed after him.

“I’ll be fine,” she muttered while fighting off a smirk. “I can walk, Luke,”

“I mean I can carry you, if it hurts too bad,” Luke said teasingly, still walking backwards. Every few seconds, he looked behind him to make sure he wasn’t running into anything.

“Oh shut up, Lukey,” she said through a giggle. He grinned while spinning around and waiting for her to walk beside him. “So what excuse did you give Dylan on why you didn’t want to go to the party?” she asked softly.

He pushed the door open and they both stepped out of the dorm building and began walking towards the parking lot directly across from the dorm building.

“Didn’t need to give him one, just said I didn’t want to go,” he expressed while raising his eyebrows.

“Wish my best friend was that easy to bypass,” she mumbled.

“You still haven’t told her that you aren’t going yet, have you?” he asked teasingly. She smirked while shaking her head.

“She’s a textbook extrovert, she doesn’t understand,” she explained while bumping into him slightly as they walked. He nodded as they continued to walk through the smal grass divider before the parking lot.

“Well, let’s enjoy our Friday night with some quiet, right?” he offered. She nodded with a small smile.

The walk towards his car only took a few more minutes. The drive to the frozen yogurt place took ten minutes. The entire drive it was comfortable silence mixed with soft music playing. No matter who was driving, Luke always let her play the music. He never cared what music they listened to and most of the time she played songs that he enjoyed too.

They were always good at sitting in comfortable silence. Their other friends hated silence, always needing to fill the room with something. But they were always good at being just them. They have been that way since they first met.

Everyone else was asleep. The overnight orientation trip was dedicated to meeting new people and making friends. She didn’t realize that also meant staying in the same room all night long. The dorm room was a suite that was split in two. Each room had two beds.

Chloe and Zoey were sharing a bed while the rest of the boys were sharing reluctantly. Even though they all had the option of going back to their own dorm room they were assigned for orientation.

Luke and Y/N were the only ones that were awake. They were sitting on the floor, their backs pressed against the giant dresser at the center of the room. Their shoulders would brush every few seconds.

It was past two in the morning, they all had to be awake by seven in the morning. All of the festivities began again at eight. Y/N was exhausted, her entire frame felt like a weighted blanket was draped over her body.

She could tell he was tired but sleep was hard to come by. This was technically his room, he had nowhere to sleep. But Dylan told everyone they could crash in there and he was not happy.

She clenched her jaw as she stared ahead, watching Ethan roll away from Dylan. She tilted her head back against the dresser, clenching her jaw slightly. Luke tilted his head to the side, looking over her side profile.

She was like a painting. Everything about her was so beautifully handcrafted. She was perfect in every way. Her humor was unstoppable and her smile was intoxicating. His legs went weak the first time that she smiled towards him. Her laugh instantly became his favorite sound.

He swallowed harshly as she shifted her gaze towards him. Their eyes met once again, he watched as her eyes softened while looking towards him. “Wanna crash at my dorm? I don’t have a roommate,” she whispered. He furrowed his eyebrows as he pulled his head back. A breathy chuckle fell from her lips, “I mean you could use my spare bed.”

“I didn’t think–yeah, let’s go,” he whispered back as he began to stand up. She followed in pursuit as they stood directly in front of one another. Their faces were only a few inches apart. Her breathing picked up as she looked over his features urgently. He pressed his lips together as he pointed towards the door.

Nodding, she followed after him. She was careful to walk over Miles who was sprailed out on the center of the floor. Luke waited for her by the door as he slowly pulled it open.

She smiled towards him as they began to sneak out of the room together. Luke pulled the key from his pocket and spun around to lock the door. He followed after towards her room which was on the opposite side of the hallway without any hesitation.

They walked side by side as they walked up towards the somewhat sketchy frozen yogurt shop. It was the only business that had lights on in the suspiciously dark parking lot. Although, she was okay with it because Luke was walking protectively close to her.

He took a hold of the door and held it open for her. She smiled towards him as she stepped inside. They were instantly greeted by the people near the register. Luke and Y/N smiled politely towards them as they walked directly towards the table that had the cups.

Luke instantly took a hold of the largest container and smirked towards her. She rolled her eyes playfully as she happily took a hold of the medium. She followed after him towards the frozen yogurt.

It didn’t take long for either of them to stack their container full of frozen yogurt and toppings. Luke rested his onto the weight thing, staring towards her expectantly. “It was my idea, put it down,” he said, letting out a dry laugh. She shook her head slightly as she placed down beside his cup.

The girl at the cash register glanced between them before she began to calcuate the total. Luke happily handed her his card as he glanced back towards her. “Thank you,” Y/N let out quietly. He nodded as he waited for the girl to hand his card back towards him.

“Thanks for joining me,” he leaned down towards her, whispering. After handing his card back towards him, the girl’s eyes widened as she fought off a grin. She continued to shift her gaze between the pair.

Y/N smiled towards him as she shyly took a hold of her container again. She took a purple spoon as she began to walk backwards away from the register. He quickly followed after her, instantly bringing a spoonful towards his mouth.

She slammed her body into the door, pushing it open as a giggle fell from her lips. “This was probably my best idea I’ve ever had,” he offered teasingly.

“Oh please,” she let out sarcastically as she began walking well in front of him. He rolled his eyes playfully as he brought another spoonful to his mouth. After a few seconds, she brought her own spoon towards her mouth and took a dramatic spoonful of her own frozen yogurt. “I fear you might be right,” she offered teasingly.

“I knew it,” he said with a smirk. She fought off a grin as she took a fast step towards his car. He reached into his pocket and unlocked his car. She took a hold of the car door handle and climbed inside of the car. Luke followed in pursuit. After he sat down in the seat, he rested his container in the center council. He put his keys into the ignition and turned the car on.

“I’ve missed chocolate,” she mumbled before she brought another spoonful towards her lips. “If my coach found out I was eating this, I would be dead,” she expressed. He nodded as he handed her the charger to play some music. Her eyes widened as she urgently connected her phone to it.

“My coach will not find out,” he let out with a teasing grin on his lips. She selected the playlist that was dedicated to Luke. It was all songs that she knew that Luke liked. It was every song that she’s heard him hum along to or even sing the lyrics to. He didn’t know that she had a playlist like this, but that was the whole point.

Her phone started vibrating in her hand instantly. A sigh left her lips as she reluctantly took her phone off of the charger. She brought it towards her ear.

“Where the hell are you!?” Zoey shouted loudly into the phone. Y/N pulled the phone away for a second before she put it back against her ear.

“I changed my mind about coming, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you,” Y/N said softly, she glanced towards Luke. He shifted his body to face her while resting his head against the window. He kept swirling his spoon around the frozen yogurt, slowly.

“You seri–ously ditched again! What are you doing!?” Zoey asked loudly. The music at the party was so loud, Luke could even hear it.

“With Luke getting–”

“Suprise! Surprise! You two always ditch the fucking parties! I’m s–so over it!” she shouted into the phone before hanging up. Y/N carefully pulled her phone away from her ear, a sigh leaving her lips.

Luke adjusted his body as he scanned her frame. Y/N reached toward the charger and plugged her phone back in. The playlist she dedicated to Luke started playing again. A soft country song started playing. The corner of his lips curled upward at the song.

“So Zoey’s mad,” she let out softly before she brought a spoonful to her mouth. Luke tilted his head to the side as he watched her avoid his gaze. He would never admit it out loud but he was not Zoey’s biggest fan. If Y/N wasn’t always at her beck and call, she would be so mad.

“Let her be mad,” he let out softly. A small scoff left her lips before she tilted her head back against the headrest. “I’m serious, she’ll be fine,”

“She’s mad at you too,” Y/N said while looking towards him. Their eyes met as she felt her heart jump into her throat. He smiled softly towards her as he adjusted his sitting position.

“Yeah, well Zoey’s always mad at me so,” Luke said with a chuckle leaving his lips. She fought off a smirk forming to her lips as she rolled her eyes playfully. “This is so much better than a fucking party.”

“Is it?” she asked teasingly. He nodded dramatically. “Definitely a lot better,” she agreed. He smirked before he brought a comically large spoonful towards his mouth.

It didn’t take long for them to finish their frozen yogurt, he jumped out of the car with the empty containers and tossed them in a nearby trash can. He quickly bolted back into the car. His body straightened as he reached for his seatbelt.

“Ready to head back?” he asked quietly. She nodded as she took a hold of her own seatbelt and covered her own frame. He reached towards the volume button and turned it up.

The drive back to the drom building didn’t take long. They only listened to about four songs in the process. She sang happily to every song that played and Luke would look towards her every few seconds; just to get a glimpse of her smile.

He was able to get a closer parking spot and they both jumped out of the car. They did not say anything while they walked back towards the dorm building. Again walking side by side in comfortable silence.

Although, his mind was busy. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. It’s been months almost a year since he’s thought about her as more than a friend. It was during a party and he kept watching her dance from afar.

He loved watching her move so effortlessly. He loved the way her hair moved and the way her smile would light up the dark frat living room. Their eyes would connect and his heart would jump into his throat. He would watch her smile widen and he needed to be close to her but he was afraid.

He never wanted to ruin the perfect little friendship they created. Beautiful comfortable silence and enjoying each other’s company. He never wanted to ruin that. But right now, he was starting to think about her lips. Her perfect lips.

Clearing his throat, he realized that they had already reached the elevator to their floor. He pressed his back against the wall of the elevator, he tilted his head to the side as he looked towards Y/N. Their eyes connected and for a second Luke thought she was thinking the same thing. But he shook his head slightly as he dropped his gaze towards the floor.

She tilted her head back against the wall while she stared towards the numbers climb. He did the same thing as he felt his body tense. His mind was still wandering, trying to figure out what it would be like to kiss her. He wanted to know what it was like to feel her lips against his.

Slowly, the elevator doors pulled open. Their eyes connected while he held his hand up. She nodded with a small grin on her lips. He stepped out of the elevator first as he quickly began to walk backwards away. She followed after him, a dry chuckle leaving his lips.

They began walking towards her dorm room. Their arms bumped into one another as they stopped short in front of her door. Slowly, she pulled her keys from her pocket. Meeting Luke’s gaze for a second before she unlocked the door. She unlocked the door, feeling Luke step closer towards her.

She pulled the key from the door as she shoved it back into her pocket. She glanced towards him before she turned to stand directly in front of him. He scanned her features as he pressed his lips together.

“Do you want to stay for a bit?” she asked quietly. He nodded as his gaze flickered all over her features, lingering on her lips. “Luke,” she mumbled. He took a deep breath before he reached towards her, taking a hold of her cheek. He pulled her towards him, stopping just short of kissing her desperately.

Her eyes widened as her hands landed onto his chest. He dragged his thumb across her cheek as he looked into her eyes. He saw her eyes dilate while looking into them. Slowly, he ran his hand from her cheek towards the base of her neck.

He leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers delicately. He waited for her to pull away. He was hesitant with the way his lips pressed against hers.

Her entire body erupted in heat, her shoulders relaxed as her lips parted allowing him to deepen the kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she tugged him closer to her. Their lips moved in perfect sync as Luke took a hold of her hips and pressed her back against the door.

Luke pulled her body closer to him, their bodies instantly pressed together. Her heart was slamming against her chest as she felt drunk with his lips desperately locked against hers.

Quickly, she took a hold of the door handle and opened the door. They stumbled inside, their lips still attached as Luke slowly guided her inside.The door slowly shut behind them, slowly he pressed her body against the door. He pulled her hips towards him as her hands landed on the base of his neck.

He pulled back slightly, needing to take an urgent breath. He watched her eyes flicker open. Luke reached behind her, carefully twisting the lock. Their eyes remained connected as a thousand words were being shared between them.

Their noses bumped into one another, a breathy laugh left her lips as she ran her hand down his chest. He leaned towards her, tilting his head to the side. He brushed his lips against her ear.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he questioned breathily against her ear. Without hesitation she took a hold of his strong jaw and pulled his gaze back towards her. Their eyes connected as the corner of her swollen lips curled upward.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered as she dragged her thumb across his jawline. He smirked before he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. He took a hold of her hips and began to guide her through the small dorm room. Both of them were stumbling back towards the bed.

They both began to kick their shoes away from them, giggles falling from their lips as they continued to stumble towards the bed. Slowly, she pulled her lips away from his as she sat down on the bed, looking up towards him. He looked down towards her, watching her look up towards him through her eyelashes.

Luke let out a huff of air as he took a hold of his t-shirt and pulled it up off of his frame. She pursed her lips forward as she felt her breath get caught in her throat. Slowly, she slid back on the bed with their eyes connected.

“Can I?” he asked as he stepped closer to the bed. She nodded as their eyes continued to remain connected. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded allowing him to climb on top of her. His gaze dipped towards her lips for a second before he looked back into her eyes. He watched her nod slowly before he leaned towards her, kissing her desperately.

After a few minutes, he slowly began to trail his lips down on her neck. He continued to climb down her frame while slowly tugging at the zipper of the zip up hoodie. It fell against the mattress, exposing her chest. Arching her back up into him, he smirked as he slowly began to lower his lips down her stomach. He sucked and slowly swirled his tongue.

She pressed her lips together as she tilted her head back. He smirked as he looked up towards her. She sat up slightly, pulling it completely off of her frame. She tossed it onto the floor.

Slowly, he dipped one finger beneath her waistband teasingly. The small motion sent a shock of electricity through her frame. Luke began to climb up her frame, trailing wet kisses up her frame. Grazing his hand up her side.

Biting her bottom lip as she forced her gaze back down towards Luke. Their eyes met and a grin formed to his lips before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers urgently. A soft hum fell from her lips as she arched her back into him.

Their tongues connected instantly, swirling perfectly in sync. Her hands glided through his curls, tugging at the strands. He reached down and took a hold of her thigh, pulling it up towards him.

“Luke,” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back, their noses bumping into one another. His eyes slowly flickered open, meeting her gaze. A soft smile formed to his lips as he looked over her.

“You okay?” he asked softly, watching her eyes dilate.

“More than okay,” she mumbled as she took a hold of the base of his neck as she pulled him towards her again. He giggled against her lips, kissing her again. Her hands began to glide along his upper back, desperate to feel more and more of his skin. Craving his touch, his lips, his everything.

He took a hold of the bra strap, letting it pull away from her skin. He toyed with it before he let it snap back in place. Tilting her head back, she allowed him to press his lips down the center of her neck. Leaving wet kisses in his place. Her breathing quickened as she bit her bottom lip.

Arching her back into him, she let her arms fall beside her head. Luke leaned back, tugging at his pants; desperate for some release. Her eyes lit up as she watched him stand up from the bed, tugging his sweats from his frame, letting them drop towards the floor.

Their eyes connected as if communicating through their longing gazes. A soft smile formed to his lips as he took a hold of the backs of her legs, parting them open as he climbed back on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips as a grin was on her lips.

She was drunk. It was rare for her to drink, let alone be so lost in her thoughts she probably would barely remember her actions. He was drunk. It was rare for him to drink, let alone be so lost in his thoughts he probably would barely remember his actions.

She saw him from across the sea of the party, her body was pulling her towards him as if it was a magnet. She never saw him as more than a friend. He was just Luke. The guy that she could spend every waking moment with and never get annoyed or tired. Her social battery could be in the negatives and she could never get tired of being around him.

Her body was only covered with a tight black dress. An outfit she would never be caught dead wearing but she promised Zoey that she would dress up. Y/N would never tell Zoey that she was right but Y/N has never felt hotter. She sauntered towards him, their eyes connected.

He didn’t move while tilting his head back against the wall. Their eyes stayed connected as she continued walking closer and closer to him. He had a red solo cup in his hand, it was practically full.

Well, not anymore. The moment their eyes met and his mind started wandering to places he hasn’t been for months; he needed to drown his thoughts. Except the three shots of tequila Dylan gave him in one cup was making it worse.

Y/N stood in front of him, looking up towards him with so much desire pouring from her gaze. She took a step towards him, reaching her hand up and taking a hold of the base of his neck.

Leaning into him, she turned his head to the side while gliding her thumb along the side of his neck. “Dance with me right now, Hughesy,” she whispered into his ear. Her lips barely brushed against his ear but he clenched his jaw. His entire body practically jolted as she leaned back, their faces nearly an inch apart.

“Let’s get it, Y/N,” he whispered towards her as he rested the cup on a small table beside them. He looped his arm around her waist, guiding her towards the center of the dance floor. She pulled her hair away from her shoulder, allowing him to hover his lips over her neck.

Instantly she pressed her back against his chest and they began to move in sync. Breathy giggles and laughs fell from their lips. Ttheir drunken minds guided them to paths they promised themselves they would never dare to cross. But they were toying with the line of more. Something more, desperately craving something more.

~~~

The following morning, he was awake well before her. His heart was slamming against his chest as he looked over her sleepy features. He ran his fingers through his hair as he slammed his head against the pillow while taking a deep breath.

His mind was quickly thinking about how every aspect of his life is different now. All because of one impulsive decision. If this goes badly, all of his friends will be gone. Or at least the friend group they know would be gone. Everything will be different, he knows that.

His mind pictured her, how beautiful she looked. Her body was everything and more. She was perfect. He squinted his eyes shut, feeling his body heat up in the memory of each moan that left her lips. Each breathy whisper of his name, with her lips pressed against his ear. The way her hands glided along his skin, leaving faint scratch marks in their place.

It was as if their bodies were made for one another, desperately craving each perfect touch. Knowing the exact moment when to quicken and slow the pace. It was no practice run, pure perfection from the moment their lips connected.

Until this moment. The morning after the probable mistake they shared. He didn’t want it to be a mistake. He hoped she didn’t want it to be a mistake.

She began to stir beside him, she rolled over as her eyes slowly flickered open. Her lips parted as their eyes connected. “Hey,” she whispered as she pulled the blanket closer to her face. He took a deep breath as he scanned her features. She closed her eyes harshly for only a second before they opened up again. A small smile formed on her lips before she pursed her lips forward. A shaky breath falling from her lips.

“Hi,” he let out barely audible before he swallowed harshly.

They laid beside each other, letting silence fill the room. He tapped his fingertips against the top of his hand. She squeezed the comforter as she rolled onto her back, letting it drap over her chest perfectly.

She thought it was a mistake that’s what he concluded. She was a shy person, not really talkative in general. But she was always open and comfortable with him except right now it was the furthest from him she’s ever been. And she is laying right beside him, their shoulders nearly brushing one another’s.

He nodded as he stared towards the ceiling. His mind began to replay every moment from the night before. His skin instantly flushed red as he thought about how different everything was going to be between them now. He hated that.

“I’m gonna go,” he let out quickly.

“Yeah that’s probably good,” she muttered as she rolled on her side to face the wall. Luke instantly stood up from the bed beginning to cover his frame with his clothes as he practcially stumbled towards the exit of the room. He was hopping as he was pulling up his pants, practically jumping towards the door.

He awkwardly stumbled back towards the bed as his phone and keys rested on the nightstand. He muttered out a collection of curse words as he walked quickly towards the door; awkwardly holding his shoes in his hands as he wanted out of the room as instantly as possible.

Her eyes were squinted shut as she pressed her lips together, muffling a small laugh fighting to leave her lips. It was the most awkward morning she has ever had after a hookup. Not that she had plenty of experiences of a moment like this but this was definitely the most awkward.

Luke awkwardly slammed the door shut while walking out of the room.

A giggle fell from her lips as she fell onto her back and stared towards the ceiling. It shouldn’t have been awkward. It was Luke. Everything was always so perfect and normal with him, but now she could feel it being off.

Her phone vibrated beside her, she was hoping the message to be from Luke asking to talk about what happened; but it wasn’t. A sigh fell from her lips as the text message was from Ethan to the eight person group chat.

Ethan: Breakfast???

The text seemed to be a popular response as nearly everyone but Dylan, Luke, and Y/N replied to it stating they’ll be at the dining hall in twenty minutes. Her eyes progressively grew wider as each person replied, knowing that now it would be weird if she didn’t go.

Especially after ditching last night, it was important that she went. Making her rounds of apologizes for not going, it was important to Zoey more or less. She liked the message that Chloe sent stating she would be there in twenty minutes, agreeing that she too would be there in twenty minutes.

Luke stood outside of his own dorm door, staring at the notification that Y/N would be joining. A sigh fell from his lips as he shoved the phone into his pocket before he began to shove his key into the door. He pushed open the door aggressively.

Dylan jolted up at the sound of the door opening. His face was scrunched together, a groan fell from his lips as he smashed his face down into the pillow beside him. “Where the hell have you been?” he let out loudly as his face was still pressed into the pillow.

Luke stopped short as he dropped his shoes near the pile of his other ones. His mouth fell open while he shook his head. He didn’t know how to say it without telling Dylan what they were up to all night.

“Hello!” Dylan let out as he reluctantly lifted his head from the pillow. Squinting his eyes shut, he held his hand to the side of his head. After a few seconds, he slowly began to open his eyes and shut them again.

“I fell asleep at Y/N’s,” Luke let out as normal as he could. He sat down on his bed, a huff of air leaving his lips. Dylan looked towards Luke, looking up and down his frame. Luke watched Dylan’s eyes slowly open and get wider and wider.

“You couldn’t walk three doors down to your own bed?” Dylan questioned while reached towards the Advil bottle on his nightstand.

“We were watching that reality show she likes and I fell asleep. She let me stay,” he explained, completely avoiding eye contact. The second their eyes would meet, a smirk would fall on Luke’s lips. He was horrible at keeping secrets, especially with Dylan. There was nothing that was secret between them, especially with girls.

But Y/N wasn’t any girl. She was someone that Luke’s has had on and off feelings for, for months. Dylan knew that which meant he couldn’t know.

“She hates when people stay the night in her room being that we all live on the same floor,” Dylan let out, egging him on.

“Well I’m her favorite of any of us so,” he let out as he flopped onto his back, holding his hand against his forehead. Dylan hummed dramatically before he dropped the pill onto his tongue and took a long sip of water. Dylan’s eyes widened as he stared towards Luke.

“Well with that hickey on your neck, I’d say so,” Dylan said with a smirk toying his lips.

“With what?” he muttered. Luke reached his hand up towards his neck, as if he could feel it against his skin. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Instantly, he pulled up his camera app to check. Tilting his head to the side scanning his own features and neck through the camera app.

He didn’t find anything, not even a hint of a hickey. He clenched his jaw as he fought off a smirk. He tilted his head while meeting Dylan’s gaze. “You’re a fucking dou–”

“I knew it! You guys fucked last night!” Dylan teased, his hangover seemingly disappearing the second the words left his lips. Luke couldn’t even deny it. He sat up, swinging his legs off of the bed. His cheeks flushed red instantly as he reluctantly met Dylan’s gaze.

“I hate you,” Luke mumbled as he ran his fingers through his curls.

“How was it, Hughesy!?” Dylan asked excitedly.

“We’re not talking about this and you don’t know anything,” Luke said while pointing his finger towards Dylan. Luke stood up reluctantly walking towards his bathroom, to get ready to head for breakfast.

“Oh come on! Now you don’t give me any details!? I had to hear about you and Y/N dancing together at that party three weeks ago for like an hour. But when you two have sex, I can’t know a single detail!?” Dylan begged while standing up from the bed.

“We didn’t even talk about it yet, so no you don’t get details until I figure out what the hell this means,” Luke expressed before he rounded the corner towards the bathroom. Dylan’s mouth fell open as a scoff fell from his lips.

Luke stood in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. A sigh falling from his lips as he stared towards the dramatic red color cascading over his cheeks. Instantly, he reached over and took a hold of his toothbrush.

It didn’t take long for the both of them to be ready to walk over to the dining hall. The entire time Dylan was asking questions but Luke refused to answer. It was easier to just walk silently, mentally replaying every second from the night before. He didn’t even know what to tell Dylan, he didn’t even know exactly what it meant.

Luke and Dylan walked into the dining hall at the same time, spotting the group already sitting down and talking. All of them already had food in front of them. Y/N was the only one that was missing.

Dylan proudly walked towards them, resting both of his hands onto his hips. “Cannot believe we’re all up before ten, truly a miracle after last night,” he announced before he dapped up Ethan before he wandered around the table.

“You’re oddly not hungover,” Miles muttered before he shoved a dramatic bite of bacon into his mouth.

“Oh boys–gals,” he paused as he glanced towards Zoey and Chloe, “I am just in an amazing mood, aren’t you Hughesy?” Dylan teased.

Luke’s eyes widened as he nodded, “Yeah–yup,” he muttered before he walked away towards the food stations.

Ethan furrowed his eyebrows harshly before he shrugged his shoulders. “We’re heading to the bars tonight, you in Duker?” Ethan called out. Dylan dramatically nodded his head, regretting his choice as he covered his face with his hands.

“Y/N here?” Dylan asked.

“She’s grabbing food,” Zoey muttered. Dylan nodded, staring towards the two empty seats in front of him. Instantly plotting to stay sat until they’re forced to sit beside one another. “Are you not eating?” she questioned, meeting his eyes.

“I’ll wait till Lukey’s back,” he said simply while he pulled his phone from his pocket. He began to scroll and click different apps simply to keep himself occupied.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to return and sit directly across from Dylan. Her head was buried in a hoodie as she reluctantly stared towards the very minimal amount of food on her plate.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Dylan offered with a smirk on his lips.

“Morning,” she muttered before she pushed a piece of cantaloupe around on her plate. Dylan’s smirk fell from his lips after he saw her, something was off.

Luke wandered back towards the table, slowing down after realized the only spot available was beside Y/N. He looked towards Dylan, realizing that he set that up on purpose.

Y/N lifted her head up, looking towards Luke. Without fully realizing it a soft smile formed to her lips. Luke took that as a good sign as he wandered towards her. He put his plate down and sat beside her. Dylan instantly stood up after Luke sat down, deseprate for his own plate of food.

Luke and Y/N’s eyes connected for a few seconds before Luke scanned her features for a few seconds. “That’s all you're eating? Don’t you have practice at like 10:30?” Luke asked her.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” she mumbled as she looked back towards her plate. Rolling her eyes, she straightened her body. Reluctantly, she brought the piece of cantaloupe towards her mouth. Luke took a bite of his food as he fought off a soft laugh.

~six days later~

The group was all hanging out in Y/N’s room like usual, except Y/N was more quiet than normal. It was as if subconsciously they decided to pretend nothing happened and be as normal as possible.

But Luke’s head was rested on her thigh as he was sprailed out on her bed. A position the two have been in countless times before; nothing suspicious about it. Except the fact that her body felt like fire with him laying on her.

Dylan was watching them from afar, not noticing much of anything different between them. Except he could tell that they were doing everything in their power to ignore what happened. Especially after Luke refused to tell him anymore than it happened.

“Y/N, how long are you benched for?” Zoey announced towards the room, almost as a punishment for not going to the party on Friday.

Luke lifted his head, looking towards Y/N. All of them were staring at her, she hated being the center of attention. Zoey knew that and always pushed the button.

“Two weeks. Coach found out I was pushing through an injury,” she explained simply. Looking down, she met Luke’s gaze, her hearrt jumping into her throat.

“That’s probably smart,” Luke muttered. She nodded while looking back towards Zoey. Squinted her eyes slightly, taking in a deep breath.

“What about you Zoey? Benched for five games because–”

“Y/N!” she scolded while shaking her head.

“You brought attention to it, Zo. Why are you benched?” Y/N let out, clenching her jaw slightly. The closer she’s gotten with Luke over the last several months, the more she realized how much Zoey put Y/N down. She didn’t know why, but she was tired of it. Her heart was slamming against her chest as her eyes remained connected with Zoey.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Zoey asked, her lips quivering slightly.

“You brought it up. I’m benched because I have a pulled hamstring. You got benched because you smoked and Coach found out,” Y/N explained. Everyone around them began to subtly scold Zoey. “You wanted to make yourself feel better and our situations do not even compare,”

Zoey instantly stood up from the floor and she stormed out of the dorm room. Chloe and Miles bolted after her without hesitation. Ethan, Dylan, Mark, and Luke stayed behind awkwardly shifting their gaze towards one another.

Y/N scooted back away from Luke, pulling her knees towards her chest. “I gotta go apologize,” she muttered as she reluctantly began to climb out of the bed. Luke reached towards her, taking a hold of her forearm. She spun her head around, meeting his gaze.

“How many times has she said worse shit to you?” Luke offered as he delicately let go of her arm.

“Yeah, she’s kinda a–” Ethan started but Mark smacked his hand against Ethan’s back; stopping him. Ethan cleared his throat as his body straightened. “She just has to be the best all the time, it’s annoying,” Ethan recovered.

“She thought you were going to keep her shit secret, so that’s on her,” Dylan said as he stood up from the bed as he glanced towards Luke. He took a deep breath as he looked towards Mark and Ethan.

“Yeah,” Y/N let out quietly as she awkwardly sat back down beside Luke. Out of habit, she looked down at her watch to see it was close to three o’clock. “Don’t you boys have a pre-game nap to take?” she asked with a breathy awkward laugh leaving her lips.

Ethan dropped his gaze towards his watch, his eyes widening. “Shit, yeah–you going to the game?” he asked as jumped up to his feet. Mark and Dylan were quick to follow in pursuit.

“I’ll be there,” she offered as she met Luke’s gaze. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she took a shaky breath. He squinted his eyes slightly as he pressed his lips together.

“Alright, see you tonight,” Dylan said as he rested his hands against Ethan and Mark’s upperbacks. He began to push them out of the dorm room.

“What about Hu–” Ethan said before Dylan interrupted him.

“Just walk away,” Dylan whispered as he began to push them further out of the room.

The door swung open almost as quickly as it slammed shut. For the first time since it happened, they were alone. Alone in the exact same spot they were in almost a week ago.

Luke watched the three boys leave the dorm room before he leaned back on his hands. He shifted his gaze back towards her, taking note that she was already looking towards him. He watched as her eyes flickered upward towards his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be–”

“I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen anymore,” Luke said simply as he watched her lips part slightly. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she scooted closer to him. Their shoulders bumpinb together.

“I wasn’t pretending, I just thought it was a one time thing,” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes. Luke felt his heart jump into his throat. He pursed his lips forward while tilting his head back.

Staring towards the ceiling he felt his body erupt in heat as the memory of the night flashed in his mind.

The way she looked down towards him, her hair cascading over her bare beautiful frame. His hands glided along her thighs, slowly before he tossed her down onto her back. The breathy, desperate moans falling from her lips. He loved the way she said his name, barely audible.

The way his body reacted to her, almost as if he craved her from the moment their lips connected. He needed her and nearly a week later, he hasn’t stopped needing her or craving her.

Luke lips were sloppy pressed wet kisses against her jawline as his grip on her thigh tightened. He began thrusting faster into her, hearing her short whimpers falling from her lips.

“Luke,” she muttered out, barely audible as she glided her hands along his upperback, leaving faint red scratches against his skin. He never thought he would hear her say his name like that. So desperate and so innocently against his ear.

A grunt fell from his lips as he felt her tighten around him. “That’s right, baby,” he mumbled against her jawline before he pressed his lips against hers, muffling her moans into his mouth.

She rested her hands against his cheeks as she fought off the moans starting to fall from her lips. “Oh god,” she mumbled as her entire body tensed as an overwhelming amount of pleasure began to course through her veins. Squinting her eyes shut as she continued to ride out her orgasm into Luke’s.

After another thrust into her, he felt himself reaching his own. A low moan fell from his lips and escaped into her mouth. A gasp fell from her lips as he continued to ride out his own orgasm; feeling his entire body begin to tense.

Her hands held his head in place, their eyes connected as he pulled his lips away from hers. A heavy breath leaving his lips as they continued to look deeply into one another’s eyes.

Slowly, he pulled out as he gently laid beside her, resting on his back. He stared towards the ceiling, breathing heavily. She did the same, slowly covering them both with the comforter.

Luke purposely left it hanging low on his body, his entire body was wet with sweat. “Oh my god,” she let out as she turned her head to the side. He followed in pursuit, meeting her gaze. A grin formed on his lips.

“I was gonna say that,” he let out teasingly.

“We were sober, Y/N,” Luke expressed as he shifted his gaze back towards her. Their eyes connected. She swallowed harshly as she scanned his features. “That has to mean something,” he said softly.

“Mean what, Luke?” she asked breathily.

“I don’t know,”

“Mean what, Luke?” she asked again as her gaze dipped towards his lips.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her neck, pulling her towards him. Desperately, he kissed her. Their tongues met instantly, swirling in perfect sync. Without hesitation, never parting their lips, she climbed onto his lap straddling his frame. He took an immediate hold of her waist as her hands rested on his cheeks.

“Luke,” she mumbled against his lips. He tilted his head back, meeting her eye. Slowly, she dragged her thumbs along his jawline. “What are we doing?” she asked as a breathy laugh fell from her lips.

“I’ve got no fucking clue,” he let out a small smile on his lips, “I just know I don’t want to go another week without kissing you,” he mumbled while dipping his hands beneath her shirt. Slowly, he rested his hands on her skin.

“Yeah?” she asked softly. He nodded instantly as his gaze dipped towards her lips. A soft giggle fell from her lips before he kissed her desperately. “You have a game later,” she mumbled against his lips. He hummed as he twisted the end of her t-shirt.

“That I do,” he muttered.

“Shouldn’t you go take your pre-game nap?” she offered while raising her eyebrows. He squinted his eyes as he looked over her features. He shook his head slowly, “You can’t blame me if you suck later,” she offered teasingly as she tried leaning towards him to kiss him.

He tilted his head back and barked out a laugh. “Okay well now you got me all nervous,” he said while giggling. She rolled her eyes playfully as she glided her hands across his jawline. “Do you wanna nap with me?” he asked softly as he scanned her features.

She nodded as he slowly fell onto his back, a giggle fell from her lips as she rolled away from his frame. Luke instantly looped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. He pressed his lips against her shoulder as she pulled up the comforter to cover both of their frames.

“Should we talk about it?” he questioned barely above a whisper into her ear.

“I think we know, Luke,” she mumbled. He smirked as he pressed his lips against her shoulder once more.

“We know, huh?” he asked teasingly. All she could muster up was a hum as he began to absentmindedly run his hand along her stomach. Slowly, shutting his eyes in the process.

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The quiet moments

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Pairing: Nico Hischier x reader

Words: 1800

Warning(s): none

It was always Nico. Always the quiet, thoughtful boy who noticed things others didn’t. From the very first time I saw him, I knew he was different. He didn’t have that air of confidence that most guys my age had, but there was something about him that drew me in. Something gentle, something kind.

We met when we were both 14, our first year of high school. He’d just moved from Switzerland, his English still a bit rough, but his eyes were already full of curiosity about this strange new place. At first, I didn’t think much of it. He was just another guy in the class, albeit a little more reserved than most. But somehow, every time I caught his gaze, I felt like I was seeing something more.

I was the talkative one. Always surrounded by friends, always the centre of the group, but Nico… he always seemed content to hang back. He wasn’t shy, not exactly. He just liked to observe. I remember how he would listen when I talked, how his gaze would occasionally flicker to my lips as if he was absorbing every word. But it was never anything more than that — just two friends, navigating the awkwardness of adolescence together.

The real change started happening in the summer, right before we entered our junior year. Our group of friends had grown closer over the years, but Nico and I started spending more time together outside the group. It wasn’t anything big at first. Just sitting next to each other in the library, walking to the bus stop together after school. I thought it was because we were both introverts in our own way. The others would scatter off in different directions, but Nico and I would always linger, sharing that comfortable silence between us.

Then, one afternoon, it happened. We were walking home from school after a long day of tests and projects, and we were talking about everything and nothing at all. I don’t even remember what we were saying, but I could tell by the way Nico was looking at me, his lips pressed in a faint smile, that something had shifted. His expression was softer, more vulnerable.

“You’re a really good friend, you know that?” he said, his voice low.

I laughed, teasing him. “I hope so, since we’ve been friends for years.”

He chuckled, but there was a weight to it, like he was holding something back. His fingers brushed against mine as we walked, and for the briefest moment, I thought I felt something — a spark, an electric jolt that made my heart skip a beat. But then it was gone, and I convinced myself I had imagined it.

The next few weeks were a blur of mixed signals. There were moments when Nico would catch my eye, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual. And then there were times when he’d pull away, his typical calm exterior hiding whatever was going on in his head. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was he just being his usual self? Or was there something more?

The turning point came during the winter break. We had planned to go ice skating with a group of friends, but most of them bailed out last minute, leaving just Nico and me. The cold winter air wrapped itself around us as we skated across the rink, our breaths visible in the frosty night. The sound of skates cutting through the ice was the only thing we could hear, save for our laughter as we stumbled and tried to keep our balance. There was something undeniably perfect about the way the world felt so still when we were together—just the two of us, lost in our own little world.

Eventually, we stopped to take a break, settling down on the benches by the rink, our cheeks flushed red from the cold. We both reached for the thermoses of hot chocolate we had brought, the warmth of the cups a sharp contrast to the chill in the air. I could feel my heart still racing from the adrenaline of skating, but there was something else too—a quiet tension between us that I couldn’t ignore.

Nico sat beside me, his leg brushing mine just enough to make me feel aware of how close we were. He wasn’t saying much, his eyes focused on his cup, and I could see the way his fingers fidgeted with the rim. He was always so composed, so controlled, and yet, tonight, there was something different about him.

I couldn’t help myself—I turned to him, studying the way his brow furrowed in that thoughtful way of his. “Nico,” I said, my voice soft, almost hesitant. “You’ve been kind of quiet. Is something wrong?”

His eyes flickered up to meet mine, and I saw the vulnerability there that I hadn’t expected. The usual calm demeanour he wore so effortlessly was gone, replaced with something raw, almost unsure. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, as if the words weren’t coming out right. He looked down at his hands for a long moment, and I could tell he was gathering his thoughts, trying to decide if he should say what he was clearly holding back.

When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than I had ever heard it. “I… I think I need to tell you something.”

I nodded, my heart suddenly pounding a little faster. I didn’t know why, but the way he was looking at me, the way he was acting, felt different. More serious.

He shifted on the bench, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now. It’s just… I didn’t want to mess everything up between us.”

I frowned, not entirely sure what he was talking about. “Mess up what? What do you mean?”

Nico paused, his gaze dropping back to the hot chocolate in his hands. I could see his fingers trembling just slightly, and it was like the world held its breath around us. There was an unease to him now, and I could feel the weight of his words pressing in.

“I like you,” he said, finally, his voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the night air. But even though his words were quiet, I could hear them clearly.

It was as if time itself had frozen for a moment. I couldn’t quite believe what I had just heard, but I couldn’t look away from him. Nico, the quiet guy who always seemed so in control, was suddenly so vulnerable in front of me.

“I—” I started, but I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t want to say something wrong, to make him feel awkward. But my heart was racing, my stomach doing somersaults.

Nico’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, and there was an intensity in them that made me feel like he could see right through me. “I think I’ve liked you for a long time,” he said, the words spilling out in a rush, like he’d been holding them back for too long. “I’ve just… I’ve been scared. Scared that you didn’t feel the same way, scared that it would ruin everything between us. You’ve been my best friend for so long, and I didn’t want to risk losing that.”

I felt a wave of emotion hit me, and my heart thudded loudly in my chest. I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time, I saw just how much he had been hiding. The quiet gestures, the little moments of tenderness, the way he had always been there for me. It all made sense now.

“Nico…” My voice cracked slightly as I spoke his name, and I could see the anxiety flash across his face, like he was waiting for me to shut him down, waiting for me to tell him I didn’t feel the same. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I couldn’t deny what had been building up between us all this time.

“I like you too,” I said, my voice steady now, despite the excitement bubbling inside me. I reached out, gently touching his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. “I’ve liked you for a while, Nico. I didn’t know if you felt the same way, but I’ve always felt something… something more than just friendship.”

He looked at me, his face softening, as if he couldn’t quite believe what I was saying. His lips parted, and for a moment, he just stared at me like he was waiting for me to change my mind. But I didn’t. I knew, at that moment, that this was real. That what we had—what we were—was something I had been waiting for without even realizing it.

Nico let out a small, relieved laugh, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck nervously. “I… I’m so glad,” he whispered, almost like he couldn’t believe it. And then, in a sudden surge of confidence, he smiled at me—this full, genuine smile that reached his eyes.

“Can I… can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but I could feel the question hanging in the air between us.

I didn’t even hesitate. My heart was in my throat, but I nodded, my hands trembling as I reached for him. “Yes,” I breathed out, just before his lips met mine.

It was slow at first, cautious even. But when I kissed him back, something shifted. It wasn’t just the electric current that ran between us—it was the confirmation, the seal on everything we’d both been too scared to admit.

When we pulled away, we both laughed softly, our foreheads resting against each other. There was so much more I wanted to say, but for now, this—this moment—was enough. We had crossed that line, and it felt like the start of something new.

“Guess I was right,” Nico murmured, his voice still a little breathless.

“What do you mean?” I asked, still dazed.

“That you’re perfect for me,” he said, his smile wide and so full of warmth that my heart melted all over again.

And at that moment, I realized that he was right.

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