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baronessblixen · 8 months

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« What happened to you ? What’s this bruise on your face ? »

If you feel like writing again can you please do this prompt for me ? 🙏

Thank you for your patience! I've been thinking about this prompt for ages. Today I wrote it.

Set in season 6, hurt/comfort, some angst: Kersh puts Scully on another case without Mulder and once again she gets hurt. (wc: 1,347)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 11: Always Partners

She doesn't know if she's happy or sad that Mulder is here at the crime scene too. They weren't working together - again. And he shouldn't be here. She doubts that anyone called him. Even Skinner wouldn't dare. But now he's here. Much to her chagrin, he's not alone. She catches the exact second when Mulder spots her. One moment he's walking and smiling with Diana, the next he’s sprinting toward her, his face a mixture of terror and anger.

“What happened here?” he asks, his voice close to a bark. The paramedic working on Scully jumps back in surprise. But Mulder pays him zero mind.

“What happened to you?” His voice and his expression soften. He only has eyes for her. So far, Scully hasn’t found her voice. Too surprised is she by seeing him here. “What’s this bruise on your face?” He touches it gently and she winces. Mulder withdraws his hand as if burned and mumbles an apology.

“Who did this to you?” They’re surrounded by FBI, by paramedics and somewhere among these people lurks Diana, surely watching this exchange with a dagger between her teeth, waiting for the right moment to ram it into Scully’s back.

“Hey, give the lady some space, all right?” The paramedic elbows Mulder not so gently and he huffs in surprise.

“This lady is my partner.” The two enter a staring contest and Scully knows that neither of them can win it. The paramedic just wants to do his job and Mulder is all guard dog, refusing to move a single inch. She knows that his bark is worse than his bite, but if she doesn’t stop this, she will never be able to go home.

“Mulder, he’s just doing his job,” she says. Every word makes her jaw hurt. She barely registered the blow to her head. The attacker came out of nowhere, hit her good, and was gone before she even knew what was going on. Her memories as to what happened next are foggy. She remembers too many people, some of them asking her if she was okay. Skinner was there, and other faceless agents, one of whom called an ambulance. She remembers asking if they got the guy and passing out before she got an answer.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” The paramedic asks.

“Yes,” she says at the same time as Mulder says “no.” They look at each other. A battle of wills. Scully hears the paramedic sigh and tears her eyes away from Mulder’s.

“I’m sure,” she repeats. “I’m fine.” Her words make Mulder groan.

“Scully, your face is black and blue. Did you pass out? Did she pass out?” The paramedic nods and Scully fears Mulder might snap.

“What the fuck happened here?” he asks, his eyes wild. Scully reaches out to grasp his hand. He calms as soon as he feels her touch. His eyes find hers again as he slips to the ground, kneeling in front of her so that they’re more eye level. He’s in the way of the paramedic but of course, he doesn’t care. His hands on her knees, his eyes plead with her.

“I was doing my job, Mulder,” Scully explains. “You know our job can be dangerous. We were tailing the head of a mob. One of his cronies got spooked and ran. He took everyone down who tried to stop him and one of these people was me.”

“Why are you even on this case?”

“Because Kersh assigned me to it, as you very well know.” Even after what happened with Peyton Ritter, Kersh is determined to separate them as often as he can. She didn’t want this case. She asked Kersh why they needed her and all he did was tell her to do what she was told before he dismissed her.

“Every time he puts you a case, you get hurt,” Mulder says.

“That’s the job.” And she’ll have to repeat the same thing at dinner with her mother Friday night. She’ll fuss, too.

“This isn’t your job,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Fox? Are you ready to go?” For a moment, Scully had forgotten about Diana Fowley. Now she’s standing there, glaring at Scully’s face, at the bruises there and if she’s not mistaken, the other woman is smirking with glee. As if sensing Scully’s rising anger, Mulder’s hold on her tightens.

“You have to go on your own, Diana,” he says matter-of-factly. “Someone has to stay with Scully.”

“She’s not alone,” Diana says, pointing at the paramedic.

“She needs someone to take her home.” Scully just watches this exchange, trying not to gloat. She can’t put it into words, doesn’t want to think too hard about it, but for once, she’s not going to decline Mulder’s help. As much as she hates to admit it, she needs it. She knows she has a concussion. Her body is still full of adrenaline and the pain will only become worse over time.

“There are plenty of other agents here. You’re working with me.” Diana looks directly at her when she says it. “Right now, you and Agent Scully aren’t partners.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Diana,” Mulder says, getting up. He stands behind Scully, a hand on her shoulder. “Scully and I are always partners.”

“Your loss,” Diana says, flipping her hair. “Remember this when you want my help next time.” With that, she walks off. Scully, Mulder, and even the paramedic visibly relax as soon as she’s out of sight.

“That was… something,” Scully says. “Thank you, Mulder.”

“For what?” he asks.

“For showing up here, for standing up for me.”

“Hey, did they give you the good painkillers this time?” He grins at her and what else can she do but smile back even if it puts her in pain?

“So you’ll be taking her home?” The paramedic snaps off his gloves, finally done with treating her wounds. “She most likely has a concussion and needs to be monitored closely. I advise you to consider going to the hospital after all, Agent Scully.”

“Thank you,” she says. “I’m a medical doctor myself and I know the risks. I’d rather go home.” The paramedic shrugs and hands her a blister of painkillers. He throws Mulder a look that seems to say ‘good luck’.

“Now that he’s gone,” Mulder says, helping her up from her chair. He doesn’t let go of her hand and she’s thankful because her knees feel wobbly. “Are you sure you don’t want to get checked out?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” she says as they start walking. “Right now I just want to go home. Why is everyone looking at me?” she asks Mulder as they pass other agents. “Does my face look that bad?”

“How honest do you want me to be?” His smile is as shaky as she feels.

“Mulder?”

“You have a very nice shiner, Scully. It’s- well, you look like you lost a boxing match.”

“Great,” she mumbles.

“Hey,” he says, his voice more serious. “It could have been worse. He could have had- it could have been so much worse. And once again I wasn’t there.”

“None of this is your fault, Mulder.”

“I know,” he says quietly. “But it feels like it. I should have been here. I should have-”

“You’re here now.”

“And I’m going to take care of you, Scully. Call me Dr. Mulder.”

“Well, then. Take me home, Dr. Mulder.”

He helps her into the car and kisses the cheek that’s not bruised.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he whispers before he’s gone again. She leans back, closing her eyes. She trusts Mulder to get her home and to take care of her. The last few hours are a distant memory. Here in the car with him, surrounded by his scent, by his mere presence, she can relax. The pain is getting stronger and she knows Mulder will suffer with her through the next few days. Just like partners do. And that’s what they are, no matter how hard Diana Fowley and Kersh may try to separate them.

#fictober23 #the words just came out of me today #whenever i'm fairly happy with a fic it doesn't do well #so excited to see what you guys think!#msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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the-river-runs · 11 months

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My best friend Fandom has once again returned and asked me to post to Tumblr for her! Once again, I have permission to post this video and all edits were done by Fandom (http.redshoes on Instagram)

These memes are all based on Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse

She has a lot to say this time around!

A message from Fandom:

"Hello Naff!! And hello everyone :D

It’s me, your girl, your local meme and edit maker, Fandom (aka http.redshoes on Insta 😎)

I’ve come back to make another meme comp for you guys! I wanted to make this earlier, but:

1. I was busy saving/collecting ATSV content on Instagram like Pokémon to getting noticed twice by Jack in the Box ☺️

2. I had to create an Ao3 account (understandably ofc AI theft sucks) and was um. You know… being silly in the comment section 👀 (please don’t mind me if you ever stumble upon them - I react and appreciate the stuff I enjoy in weird ways 💔)

3. Was waiting for my friend here to finish reading so I didn’t spoil anything in the memes! We both loved the series so much and man. The Naff do be eclipsing fr in releasing chapters left and right biggest round of applause for one of my favorite authors here 👏👏👏

Naff, you did such a great job writing this fanfic. I’m going to repeat myself from the comment section BUT you need to give yourself a pat on the back, relax, take a break - just reward yourself. You deserve it all and I hope that you take care of yourself for all the hard work you’ve done 💞💞💞

I’ve also included the lovely artist themselves, @themeeplord , again in one of my meme comps.

It’s only one meme but dang they always draw Eclipse to be getting that gain 💪💪💪 (bc of how muscular he is haha.) Mad respect to all of the drawings they create - they’re always a banger to see.

(Most of the memes surround the last episode + epilogue so if you haven’t read those chapters LOOK ‼️ AWAY ‼️ Don’t get spoiled 🤯)

(P.S. for the imagine scenario that’s not a meme, this is what they’re saying in the audio:

“[Amused] You can hear their heartbeats? Come on, that’s a little far fetched.”

“[Soft chuckling] I can hear yours too… Your heart’s beating pretty fast.”

I’d like to think this would take place around the beginning of “The Episode Bedeviling Bodies,” where the Hunter is still trying to understand their dear friend and what they’re capable of. I thought it was fitting ngl and included it in the comp.

There were uh, more memes I wanted to include, but I’m running low on storage space atm. I’ll get back to making more after I’m done clearing that out ^^’)

(P.P.S. Okay I don’t have Tumblr obviously but 🕴️ apparently you guys really liked the SJ memes I made??? Because my friend’s been receiving notifs of it still??? Thank you so much you guys!! I didn’t really expect people to enjoy them that much 😭💘💘💘)

Now without further ado, enjoy the meme comp! >:D " -Fandom

#river says...#bestie posting #cryptid sighting #crytid sightings spoilers #many more memes for everyone to enjoy :)#now that I've caught up to CS i can actually look at these memes hdjssjn #real talk though #crytid sightings is genuinely such a beautiful fic and one of my favorite stories of all time #naff has such an incredible writing style and is such a good storyteller #i really recommend reading CS even if you're not into fnaf #it's such a rollercoaster #the fluff is so sweet and the angst is so heartbreaking #but everything just works #I'm so grateful to have found Naff and her work #she's such a lovely person and an extremely talented author #I am so excited to see what she writes next #especially since the end of CS had me so emotional #i will never get over this fic #sorry for the long rambling tags but i had to gush a little bdjdjsj #hope you guys enjoy the memes <3

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the-lonelybarricade · 10 months

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You guys are not prepared for how unhinged Rhys is when he meets Feyre in this Velaris AU. I hope you guys are ready for daddy covered in blood and staring at Feyre like a lost puppy

#I'm SO excited to share this with you guys #I want to share snippets but I also really want it to be a surprise #Queen of Thieves #feysand #I tried a new writing approach with this fic and I'm really happy with how it's working out

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allastoredeer · 14 days

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Not me making an outline for a fic, knowing it's going to be a fairly long one, and expecting 2,000-3,000 words tops (maybe 4,000 if I'm being detailed. 5,000 if I'm being SUPER detailed)

ONLY TO BE AT 7,000 WORDS AND STILL GOING

This is only supposed to be the outline. Not even the rough draft. I'm just putting down the most basic series of events the stories is going to follow, and I'm still hashing this thing out at 7,000 words. I haven't even reached the middle yet.

Fuck me and my natural inclination towards long and complex plots.

But goddamn am I having fun with this.

One day I'm going to figure out how to write sweet and simple one-shots. I'm going to figure out how to make a short story.

But until then, enjoy my gigantic, monstrosity of fanworks. If you have commitment issues, unfollow me now, cuz all of my shit is long-term.

#this wasn't supposed to get so long #but I say that about all my fics #that's how Just Kiss Already started #it was supposed to be ONE one-shot #but then it grew #and grew #and continues to grow #you guys have no IDEA what kind of shit I have planned for this series #I am going to tear these characters apart mentally emotionally and physically #and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me #and I'm out here doing it again #someone tell me to stop #I too am a slave under capitalism #if I got paid writing my complex fanfictions this wouldn't be a problem #but capitalism deems that I do not have time for all the fic writing I want to do #and yet im going to write more long fic anyway #im so serious about the comittment issues thing #if you're ride or die this is going to be a long term relationship #we're all in motherfuckers #the carts are moving and there is no getting off this ride #damn im so excited for this new wip im working on #you guys have no idea

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apricior · 5 months

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i'm free to go anywhere (can i please just stay with you?)

The following summer after Earth has been saved, the teens go on a road trip to explore the real California! ... But on this journey, things aren't the same as they used to be. Normal runs away, and Hermie runs back.

surprise! i wrote an oakworthy fic with the amazing the unmatched the legend @hermanunworthy <3

find it on ao3

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #normal oak #hermie unworthy #oakworthy #dndads fic #my writing #i am very proud of how this turned out and i'm so excited for you all to finally read it!#we've been going insane and dropping hints about it for MONTHS #LITERALLY SINCE AUGUST #iftga #<-creating a tag to put everything iftga related cause guys there Will be content

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hailsatanacab · 4 months

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Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

👻🦇👻

Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision.

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?”

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort.

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town.

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

#wip game #wink wonk hello hello! this ask gave me the motivation to actually get through work rather than collapse into a puddle and dissolve :)#i'm gonna reblog the wip game post again because i want to work on these and apparently talking about them gets me fired up #like i mean who knew??? who knew that being excited and telling someone about something makes you want to work on it more?#i really need to think of an actual title for this huh #but lbr i have a long way to go before this needs a title. this fic is really snowballing - like i love that but also holy shit #so much bigger than i thought it'd be 😬#ain't that always the way #anyway thank you so much for the ask!!#love you guys #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #it took me a while to remember where the crabs go :(

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celientjeee · 1 year

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Keep Playing (D Major)

Charles/Max, 4k, complete

‘Are you really going to make me keep playing?’ Charles groaned when Max started to trace the outline of his cock through his boxers.

He really wanted to stop so he could touch Max.

He wanted to tug at his hair, touch his broad shoulders and pull him closer.

‘If you want my mouth, then yes,’ Max replied before pressing his lips against Charles’ knees. ‘Keep playing, baby.’

Charles tried. He really did.

OR: Charles and Max have some sexy fun with Charles' piano

READ HERE!

#IT'S HERE GUYS!!!#PIANO FILTH #I DON'T KNOW HOW I DID IT BUT I DID IT #MY FIRST SMUT FIC #HELP ME I DIED WHILE WRITING THIS #I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU ALL TO READ IT!#THANK YOU KATE AND ANON FOR BEING THE REASON THIS EXCISTS!#please excuse me while i go cry and sleep #Lestappen #lestappen fic #f1 fic #f1 rpf

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iluvmatt · 1 year

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new plans, m.s

chapter four, home sweet home synopsis: coming home for the holidays has its perks; you get to see your childhood best friends again, you get to spend the holidays with the people you’ve always loved, and the list goes on. of course, it also had its cons— you have to face your best friend, matt, the one that you’re madly in love with and have been in love with since you were merely thirteen. little do you know, though, that he’s dealing with the same mixed emotions of you and the holidays; biting his nails as he waits for you to knock on his front door.

matt was panicking; his heart was pounding within his throat and his knuckles were a soft white color as he gripped the steering wheel, waiting for chris to get in the car, as he was still in the house looking for his phone. he couldn’t stop thinking about you, about seeing you for the first time in months. he couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to say, what he was going to do when you were in front of him once more.

although it’s only been months since the last time you saw one another, he felt anxious to see you; as if you’ve been away for years. that wasn’t it, though. he was anxious to lock eyes with you, to see you in front of him, beautiful and ever-changing as you got older throughout the years. he was always at a loss for words when it came to you, but now he sat gripping the steering wheel and wondering what he was going to do when he saw you again.

was he to act normal, as if your very voice didn’t send chills down his spine and flutters within his heart? was he to tell you how he felt and ultimately run the chance of you never looking at him the same ever again? his heart and his mind didn’t know what to do— all he knew was that he wanted to see you, even if he was awkward; even if his mouth couldn’t produce the right words.

“chris is going to be all night,” began nick, who was gripping onto the headrest of the backseat. “we might as well just leave without him.”

matt sighed, turning to look behind him at nick, who was starting to act more and more impatient as time ticked away; “we can’t just leave him, nick.” said matt softly, rolling his eyes. “you know this, he’s just as excited to see y/n as we are.”

not long after matt finished his sentence, a happy chris walked up to the door, opening it fast to sit and look across at his brother who was blankly staring back at him. matt was confused at the expression on chris’ face; chris had something he wanted to say, but was acting as if he was holding back, which irritated matt in a way that he couldn’t express. they all collectively told each other everything— entirely everything.

“what’s up, chris?” matt asked, tilting his head to the side and giving chris a small smile, which he knew always cheered him up when he was feeling down.

“i just—,” chris sighed, looking down at his phone, only to see your contact displayed across his screen. you were simply telling him how excited you were to be at home, how you were almost landing, and just how scared you were to lock eyes with the boy who you have loved for so long. chris could feel your anxiety through the screen, but only unlocked it to type out that he loved you— that you needed to breathe, that everything was going to be fine.

“i just wish you would address your feelings for y/n, matt.” chris finished, only to hear a gasp in the backseat from nick, who was completely quiet at the conversation. matt looked away from his brother, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and uncertainty as he put the car in reverse and headed out of the driveway— to get you. his mind was stuck on chris’ words; how could he know the feelings that he had never expressed to anyone?

“how did you know?” was all that matt could ask as he drove down the street, hands tight around the wheel, as if he was merely holding on for his life.

chris smiled, his hair scattered across his forehead and a pink tint across his cheeks due to being outside minutes earlier as he began, “nick and i know you better than anyone in the world, you know.”

nick chuckled at chris as he continued, “and we know when you’re feeling something different than what you’re used to, how you shut down and hide away. we also noticed how y/n was a sensitive topic to you and how you would always look over at us when they came up in conversation— how you would always smile when they would text you.”

matt rolled his eyes at the cheesiness of the words coming from chris, but nonetheless realized it was true. you made him act different; you and the adoration that he held so deeply within his heart for you. he was falling in love with you miles upon miles away, without knowing it himself.

“i don’t know what happened or why it happened,” matt stated, staring out onto the road in front of him, “one minute i only saw them as a friend, and then the next, i couldn’t handle being so far away from them. y/n in college where we’d have to hop on a plane to get to them, and me here, where we have been since we were kids. but that was the catch, it was just you guys and i left, and my heart couldn’t take it.”

“and i would see them on calls from a distance when you or nick would facetime them, i would see their texts, and i would hear their voice in voice recordings and i don’t know— i felt something indescribable. something that was close to love, almost love, but quite not love.” he finished, eyes glistening under the street lamps that reflected through the mirrors as he turned onto the entrance to the interstate.

“not quite love?” chris questioned, taking a sip of the leftover pepsi from their trip to the store that morning. it was almost flat but chris didn’t care, he cared about matt and how matt felt, and every word that matt wanted to say.

“it wasn’t quite love then,” said matt, “i thought it was more like a boyish crush, like the ones we had in high school. but one day they called me and wanted to talk to me about a video they saw that reminded them of me specifically— not you, nick, not you, chris. i realized then that this was new, that this was quite literally love.”

“matt is in his character development arc and we are absolutely here for it!” nick exclaimed, clapping his hands together with a wide smile plastered across his visage. “so the question is, are you going to tell them how you feel?”

“honestly, no, i’m not going to.” matt said softly, “i don’t think they feel the same way about me, and i wouldn’t want to make anything awkward between us if i were to confess.”

chris giggled, thinking about his previous conversations with you and how you would be on the floor in tears if you heard any of the words that escaped matt’s lips. chris knew your secret, as did nick, yet poor matt was clueless to the butterflies in your stomach when you thought of him and the beating of your heart whenever you saw him.

“well, you never know if you don’t try,” chris said, “sometimes you have to do things outside of your comfort zone in order to get what you want in life.”

matt rolled his eyes at chris, although he knew that he was true. matt knew that the only way to see how you felt about him was to ask you and that scared the life out of him. he wanted to know how you felt, but he didn’t want to be rejected; he didn’t want you to look at him differently once you found out about how he felt toward you.

a few seconds passed before matt turned into the parking lot of the airport; he swore up and down that chris and nick could hear the thump, thump, thumping of his heart against his ribs.

the three, once parked, exited from the car and headed toward the doors. nick began rubbing his hands against his arms as his teeth began chattering, only to get a side-glance from chris who was trying to speed walk to see his best friend again.

“nobody told me it was going to be this cold outside today!” nick expressed, sighing heavily as he tried to warm himself up with his own hands.

as they approached the door, chris whispered loud enough for everyone to hear him, “well, weather apps do exist for a reason, nicolas. use one.”

once inside, they walked over to your terminal and looked around for you, they were all excited to see you and they couldn’t contain it. especially matt; his hands were tapping against his sides, his eyes were narrowed as he looked around for you, and the ache of anxiety within his chest eased up as he looked around the terminal for you.

after a few short— but excruciatingly long in matt’s eyes— minutes later, a “my boys!” rang through each of their ears as they turned around and saw you; standing there with your bags in hand and a bright smile on your face.

matt felt his heart begin racing as he looked at you; at just how much more beautiful you’ve gotten over the past months that you’ve been away at college, even though he thought you were already the most beautiful you could ever be. you proved him wrong— oh, so wrong.

“y/n!” nick yelled, running over to you as you dropped your bags and opened your arms wide, receiving a hug from one of the very people whom you’ve needed a hug from the most throughout the tiring months of being so far away from family and hometown friends.

you wrapped your arms tightly around nick, giggling at the random little words that the two of you were throwing back and forth at your reunion. you softly looked up as you hugged him to see matt with a sweet smile on his face, causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies. god, he was so beautiful, you wanted to scream it from the rooftop so the entire world knew it.

chris walked up behind nick, tapping his shoulder and smiling widely, “i think it’s my time to hug my best friend too,” which only received a deep sigh from nick as he parted from you, forming a frown on his face in a jokingly manner against chris; it was his secret protest.

chris wrapped his arms around you and leaned close to your ear, whispering ‘tell him how you feel’ before covering it up by loudly expressing just how much he missed you. you replied to his whisper, a soft ‘eventually’ leaving your lips.

“i missed you even more, chrissy, you have no idea.” you spoke, tightening your grip on him as you gave him one last squeeze before parting from him, as you were ready to hug matt. you were sure that you had never been more ready for anything in your life, and your heart beating so rapidly within your chest proved it.

you walked up to matt and smiled widely, holding your arms open as he moved closer to embrace you. you believed you could feel that rapidity of his heart against his chest coincide with the rapidity of your own heart, but you knew that he could never feel anything for you except the love that both nick and chris had for you. the respect and love of a best friend and nothing more; or so, you thought.

“i missed you, y/n,” matt whispered to you, “it was getting lonely, you know, not seeing you.” his words caused your heart to beat even faster, to the point that you could hear your own heart within your eardrums. oh, you were so in awe of this boy.

you felt his arms tighten around you as you rested your head on his shoulder, tears beginning to unknowingly form within your eyes as a crimson blush crept upon your cheeks, “i missed you too, matty.”

the holidays were going to be much harder than you both initially thought; for the sole reason that the two of you both knew now that your feelings for one another were so much deeper than what you both had originally thought before seeing one another for the first time in months, and the other didn’t even know it.

on the other hand, the fun part of the holidays was for nick and chris, though. they were going to get one of you to confess first or even both at the same time; all they needed was to figure out how. once they figured out how to get you two to confess, everything else would fall into place, they believed.

as they glanced at you and matt’s sweet embrace full of unspoken feelings and a sense of longing that is slowly being healed with each slight touch, they turned to one another with grins before they said in synchronicity to one another:

“let the matchmaking begin!”

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