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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 10 months

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Longass Crop Circles Notes (for Lately, I've Been Thinking and I Don't Think I've Changed Chapter One

Finally delivered to @spicymiilk our king. My apologies that these longass notes are not as detailed as last time. I shall endeavor to get more detailed as I read more of the fic. I will post my rage thoughts on chapter eight of for the nights and days of life by @mochalottie tomorrow though, and that shit will be novel length. Anyways:

Lately, I've Been Thinking:

-Me when Andrei says Spider will have a bad time: but does he ever have a good time for you??

-NORM CONTENT. *airhorn blares*

-I gotta love the tragic Shameless vibes you bring into my Spider fics, man.

-Retweet, Spider, we all hate men. We are all scared of men.

-Rip Paz, the fandom tries to tell me you weren’t a bitch but I don’t buy it. You totally were. Justice for Trudy, who was way cooler.

-Wait, did Spider do drugs too? The needles are around his bed? Or did he steal his moms bed?

-Lol, Paz is in and out, there is SO MUCH Shameless in this story. You can't hide from me, bastard.

-YESS, THE FAST FOOD AU.

-Also, Andrei, what is it about beating the natural joy and zest for life out of Spider that gets u off?

-Neteyam will lOVE fixing this guy tho. Spider is his wet dream at this point.

-I actually know a kid in my grade who was placed with one of my family friends when he was seventeen, he is fantastic. He’s the oldest of like, seven kids and the littlest ones go to the elementary school I work at now. My mom works there too and she always says you can tell when this kid is home because the little ones are showered and on time, and he takes them to get haircuts and stuff. He used to walk 45 minutes to work every day. He’s a great guy but he doesn’t stay. He doesn’t let them drag him down. :/

-Spider, on the brink of death, unloved and abused and neglected, dirty and with one single tangle of hair: hi

Neteyam: that is my soulmate.

I Don't Think I've Changed Chapter One:

-WHATS YOUR DAMAGE THE FIC? That’s the one line I quote more from any other type of media. Every day I go “WHAT IS YOUR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA??”

-N E T E Y A M VS SELF ESTEEM. MAN MANAGES TO HATE HIMSELF EVEN IN THE FACE OF SPIDER.

-Also the fear I felt when I saw Miles and Norm are best friends actually, I’m comforting myself like “no no, he meant Spider it’s okay.”

-The hilarity of getting rid of Lo’ak and Kiri who are the canonically closest to Spider and leaving us with Tuk and Neteyam and Jeytiri. That excited me lITERALLY SO MUCH. The fast food au did start with only Tuk and Neteyam, and that’s juicy. We are forced to develop and explore relationships that are underdeveloped in canon and are harder to justify as instant sparks. You took away his natural in canon support systems so he has to learn to develop even faster with the other Sully's and that is a banger idea.

-W H E E L C H A I R J A K E. God I love wheelchair Jake aus, I love making them positive because I don’t like the way the first movie just fixed his disability. Give me Jake Sully being a positive disabled male father figure in his kids lives, just as present and happy and in love with his wife while paralyzed then he would be with mobility. What creative stuff has changed in their lives to accomidate? I need to know.

-Delighted by this Neytiri pov, my god. I feel like less people than I need in my life just let Neytiri have no bad blood at all with Spider in modern aus. She would be all over a neglected child.

-GET THE STICKY TOYS, thats so cute. And useful, I need him to get the magnets some kids got stuck to the ceiling in the gym at my work.

-Tuk is already bullying Neteyam about liking Spider and he isn’t even there yet. I’m lOVING the little bits of the fast food au I spot. She is going to be a menace. And clearly Neteyam is a lovesick clown.

-He is indeed about to get the shit loved out of him, and that is what every Spider Sully writer says before writing their fic.

-WHAT DID THE MCCOSKERS DO SPIDER, NORM SHOULD KNOW, THEN HE WON’T PLACE OTHER KIDS WITH THEM BUDDY.

-Love the descriptions of how Spider feels when Norm’s body relaxes, just noting the way he backs off. So specific and accurate to any abused child. That tension and hypersensitivity to anyone's emotions, even people you implicitly trust, like never goes away.

-Norm thinking someone didn’t let Spider pee in the bathroom is so tragic and funny I feel bad for laughing.

-Spider: heart palpitations upon seeing Neteyam

Spider: NORM YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE WINGMANNING ME?

I am picturing Norm and Tuk in the back of a Burger King setting up an elaborate plan while Neteyam sighs and watches Spider from a booth while writing Neteyam Socorro on all of his notebooks.

-i am cACKLING. You’ve never seen rizz as strong or as intense as “MILES??” and “WHOS THAT? WHAT’S SCHOOL, I DON’T KNWO WHAT THAT IS?” Their dumb clown asses belong together.

-In all seriousness though, I can't imagine how humiliating it would feel to Spider to know some random acquaintance at school was now privy to all your personal problems and business.

-I want to know how often Neteyam frequents the local Burger King. He's probably so embarrassed at how ready he was to big brother this kid. He's gonna be like "looking hot today, uh, I mean, did you need help with your homework champ???"

-This is now like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, Neteyam can call Kiri and Lo’ak on the phone and gossip about boy problems

-JAKE INTRODUCING HIMSELF AS A MILITARY MAN TO EVERY CHILD THAT GETS BROUGHT INTO THEIR HOUSE, NO ONE VETOED THAT SHIT?? Kiri hasn't been like "sTOP TELLING EVERYONE YOU LOVE THE MILITARY, YOU ARE EMBARASSING US."

-Also wow does Norm not know Spider’s dad was former military and he way not vibe with that at all?

-The way that Neteyam is still stalking Spider at McDonalds Or Burger King we can’t be sure. The mention of both places has sent me to space because it makes it seem like Spider used to work at McDonalds and then switched to Burger King and deeply obsessed stalker Neteyam Sully switched establishments to frequent.

-Spider’s fear of Tuk is hilarious and deeply sad, that is your bestie.

-I LOVE love the idea of Kiri and Neteyam watching video essays. I love video essays, I wish my brothers did gOD. Also love a late night owl Neteyam head canon.

-Spider really is a wet rat. Have you ever actually seen a wet rat? The saying is so accurate. Kid was fed properly for the first time in years and then it killed him. Love kills Spider at first, as we have learned from all Spider Sully fics. He's like a dog eating chocolate, it's good, but at what cost.

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zuucc · 5 years

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I Miss You: William Nylander I SMUT

Words: 6,722

Summary: Their relationship had lasted for seven years, and their friendship for all their lives. But William had a tendency to push people away when he got scared, but pushing her way didn’t just disappoint her, and himself, but every single one of his sisters, his father and especially Alex. And, oh god, his mother.

Author’s note: I haven’t posted a full story in ages! But here it is - even though it’s been months, my obsession with William Nylander is still just as strong. And somehow I managed to mix in my other obsession - Julia Michaels. This imagine is deeply inspired by Julia Michael's’ collaboration with Clean Bandit - “I Miss You”.

Masterlist linked in bio.

«I know you didn’t call your parents, and tell that we ended, cause you know that they’d be offended. Did you not wanna tell them it’s the end?»

You frowned when you saw Camilla’s name pop up on your screen. She was calling you. Why? You’d received a couple of snapchats here and there, like you always had, and you’d really appreciated it. When you and William had broken up, you felt like you didn’t just lose him, but his entire family, that you loved deeply. You had known them almost all your life, but now you didn’t know if you could even look his mother in the eyes anymore. Alex was one of your best friends, and you loved hanging out with his younger sisters, having never had younger siblings yourself.

“Jacquline, don’t you dare!” William yelled as his younger sister ran towards the pool with the water hose in her hands. You squealed and hid in his arms as the cold water hit both of you, where you lounged together on the pool floatie that was definitely not meant for two people. Jacquline ran away, probably to avoid being caught by her eldest brother, that for sure would have run after her if he didn’t have you halfway in his lap.

“Alex, get her,” William tried to make his brother do his dirty work for him by splashing water in his face, but the thirteen year old just scoffed and pushed your pool floatie away from him. “If you weren’t so busy flirting with your ‘just best friend’, you could do it yourself,” he chirped, making air quotes with his fingers as he referenced the relationship that the two of you claimed was strictly platonic.

Just best friends.

But you didn’t have any other friends that liked to lay in each others laps or hold hands underneath the blanket as you watched movies that weren’t even remotely scary.

You picked up the phone just before it stopped ringing. “Hello,” you said and immediately regretted how you’d made it sound more like a question than an actual greeting. “Hi, sweetie, are you alright?” Camilla immediately sounded concerned. You took a deep breath and tried your absolute best to suck it up and sound more enthusiastic. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’m just a bit tired,” you tried to convince her. “Oh, I see, you should try and sleep in now that William’s alarms isn’t waking you up every morning. He’ll be home in a couple of days, you know,” you could hear her smile through her voice.

What?

You had seen the pictures on Alex’s insta story. He had taken his older brother to Cabo, so that he could help him party away his sorrows, you guessed. You had seen the posts, and god how you wished it was you that he was holding in his hand, not a half empty bottle of vodka.

No one had taken you to party away your sorrows. Sure, some of your friends had halfheartedly tried, but you weren’t done being absolutely miserable yet - and they all knew. You weren’t ready to even try to stop thinking about him.

“He said they were coming back on the thirteenth, right?” she asked, when you didn’t say anything. And then it dawned upon you...

William hadn’t told her.

No wonder she was still snapchatting you, sending you messages here and there, calling. She didn’t know. It had been a full month, since you moved out. A full month, and he didn’t tell his mother that his seven year old relationship had ended. Seven years in a relationship, friends for almost sixteen. You couldn’t believe him.

It wasn’t your job to tell her, it was his. It wasn’t right for you to tell her. So you sucked it up, once again, blinking away the tears that brimmed your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Wednesday,” you tried to sound convincing. Truth was, you had no idea when he was to come back. Camilla was silent for a little while, and you begged and prayed to gods you didn’t even believe in, that she would believe you. It was his job to tell her, and God knew that you didn’t have it in you to tell her that after seven years, you’d ended it.

You’d known them since you started elementary school. Camilla had been like a second mother to you, always being there for you to talk about whatever it was that you needed to talk about. Wether it was about your parents, or even her own son. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint her.

“You know he’s only pushing you away because he likes you, right?” Camilla sat down next to you on the porch outside their house. You and William had always been close, closer than most best friends - witch you guessed came with growing up together - but this summer you had grown even closer. And you knew you didn’t just want to be his best friend anymore. And you thought he reciprocated those feelings, but as summer came to an end, you weren’t so sure anymore.

“Do you really think so? I thought he did, but now it doesn’t even feel like we’re best friends anymore,” you mumbled, quickly drying off the tears that escaped your eyes. “Honey, I know he does. He doesn’t tell me anything, but I’ve been pretty sure for a long time. And this summer, it’s been obvious. The way he’s been holding on to you every chance he’s got. Like how he doesn’t let Daniella and Stephanie win the fight over who gets to sit next to you anymore?” You nodded, you hadn’t thought about it before, but it was true. His little sisters always wanted you to sit next to them while you ate dinner, the 5 year old basically attached herself to you as soon as you came through the door, but this summer William hadn’t let her steal you away from him.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and just tell him to come down here, alright?” You nodded again, not wanting to let your voice break. She gave you a little hug before she disappeared inside to get William. Less than a minute later, William sat down next to you, not super close like he would’ve a few weeks ago, but close enough to have his bare knee touching yours.

“Why are you pushing me away?” you try to keep your voice strong, but you can’t keep it from breaking at the end of the sentence, letting him know how it affected you. William took a deep breath, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth. He sat still and quiet until a sob escaped your lips, and his arm came around your shoulders, pulling you into him. He could never take it when you cried, he’d dried your tears for years, and he wasn’t gonna let his stupid insecurities stop him from being there for you when you needed him.

“I’m scared,” he whispered. You looked up to meet his gaze. Another tear rolled down your cheek, and William reached out to catch it with his thumb. “I’m scared of what’ll happen if I admit to what I’m feeling,” he looked away from you. “what’ll happen to us if you don’t feel the same, and even if you do, what happens if it doesn’t work?” he spoke, and you found yourself reaching up to touch his cheek, turning his head back towards you.

“Tell me what you feel,” your words came out as a whisper. His lips turned up slightly, before he leant his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “I feel like I want to be next to you all the time, like I want to touch you in some kind of way, any kind of way, at all times. Even if it’s cuddling you, or having my arm around you, or even just having your feet in my lap when we’re sitting on the couch. And I kind of want to kiss you, all the time,” you could barely hear the last part, but you knew what you’d heard. So the hand that you had previously rested on his thigh reached back up to his cheek, and you pressed your lips to his, that were so conveniently close to yours. And they stayed there for a long time.

“Are you sure you’re alright, honey? You can tell me, you know that,” she had put on that soft, motherly voice that always made you want to spill whatever it was that you were feeling. “That’s the problem, Camilla, I can’t tell you this, it’s not up to me to tell you this,” you cried, not able to hold it back anymore. “Willy apparently didn’t tell you, so maybe you should call him,” you added, the sobs taking over your voice. “Honey, what’s going on?” the motherly worry in her voice was unbearable. “Call your son, Camilla,” you hung up, throwing your phone to the end of the sofa, letting the sobs take over your body.

“You can always talk to me, no matter what happens between you and William, we will always love you,” you read the text message from William’s mother about thirty times. It had ticked in a few hours after you ended your phone call.

You just wished you could still talk to William. After all, he was all that mattered. You’d known him for sixteen years. You didn’t just have to get over a boyfriend of seven years, but a lifelong friendship. You don’t just get over that. It doesn’t work like that. Would’ve been too easy if it had.

Your mind kept drifting to William and what he was doing, in Cabo. Drunk. You wondered if he was sad-drunk, crying over you. Or if he was hooking-up-with-everyone-drunk, making up for all the experiences he didn’t get to have in his teens, only having ever slept with you. You wondered if the thought of sleeping with somebody else scared him as much as it scared you. You lost your virginity to him when you were sixteen, and he lost his to you. All your experiences, you had with each other. You knew his body like you knew your own, and vice versa.

“William,” you tried to scold him, but ended up giggling as he caught you on your way back to him and Alex in the down stairs movie room, carrying you towards his bedroom. You’d excused yourself to the bathroom, but William was waiting for you when you came out. “I just want to make out for a bit,” he smiled. The smile that made you want to do anything for him. You managed to roll your eyes before his lips pressed against yours, your body sandwiched between his and the door behind you. His hands firmly placed on your waist, as yours crawled up his chest, eventually finding their way to the back of his neck.

Soon his tongue slipped inside your mouth and your fingers disappeared into thick blonde locks of hair. He groaned as you arched your body into his, pressing your hips against his already hardening member. He quickly bent down and hooked his hands underneath your thighs, lifting you up, carrying you the few feet to his bed, where he let go of you and positioned himself between your legs, before he continued kissing you.

His lips started a trail of kisses down your neck, as your hands moved underneath his t-shirt, the shirt bunching up when you moved your hands up his back, causing Willy to make the decision to just remove the garment. The top you wore was short and exposed your midriff, and William took advantage of that, bending down to let his lips meet the soft skin of your waist. His kisses soon reached the fabric of your thin bralette, and he made sure to push your shirt up, over your breasts. Willy looked up to see you smiling down at him, making a giddy smile appear on his face. He winked at you before he dipped back down to kiss all over the tops of your breasts, and you jokingly pushed him into your chest, making him laugh.

“Stop,” he giggled, and you pulled him back up to your face. “You’re paying too much attention to my boobs,” you teased, but quickly pressed your lips back to his, letting your tongue meet his. His hand slipped down your side and back to your butt, pushing you against him as he felt you up. You moved your legs around him and pressed your legs into his backside, and Willy groaned against your lips. You smiled as the sound spilled out of his mouth.

He rolled you both to the side and made an effort to make you moan like you’d just made him. His lips moved back to your neck, where he placed his lips near your ear. The hand that previously had taken up place on your back side, moved down to your thigh, where it not so innocently disappeared between your legs, making the anticipated moan escape your lips.

Your moans always seemed to urge Willy on, and this time he desperately moved his hand to your front, slipping it into your loose shorts and your underwear as well. He pulled back to watch you as his fingers touched your most sensitive parts. His mouth hung slightly open as he watched your reaction to two of his fingers pushing inside you. You pressed your body to his, reaching down to let your hand move over the bulge in his pants. “Mm, babe, I don’t want to cum in my pants,” he whispered against your lips, and the thought struck you that there was just one place you’d like to have him cum today.

You kissed him deeply as you slowly pulled his hand out of your shorts, before you got up from bed. “Babe, come here,” you almost whispered, reaching out for him to take your hand and come stand next to you. You made the effort to pull back the comforter before you turned your attention back to your boyfriend, immediately putting your hands up over your head for him to pull of your shirt, along with your bra. You stood up on your tippy toes to reach his lips, attaching your to his. His arms found their way around your waist and you continued your mission of getting you both naked, starting with letting your hand slowly move over his bulge again, before you dug your fingers into both his shorts and his boxers, pulling them both down and letting his hard member spring free. His hands slipped into your shorts, and with both his hands flat over your butt, he pushed you so close to him, you were sure nothing could come between you.

“Will?” you whispered against his lips. “Yeah?” he breathed, one of his hands moving back to your waist. You didn’t say anything, you just hooked your thumbs into both your shorts and your underwear, bringing them both down to the floor. You didn’t say anything, the words not quite wanting to slip out of your mouth. “What, babe? What do you want?” he asked, his sweet, soft, ‘worlds-most-thoughtful-boyfriend’ voice appeared. Your cheeks flushed with the thought of how much you loved him - and how much you wanted him. “I want all of you, and I want you to have all of me,” you breathed, and smiled as Willy’s eyes widened when he, after a few seconds, realized what you wanted. He nodded and swallowed, hard. “I want that, too,” he smiled.

A wide smiled appeared on your lips as you threw your arms around him, pressing your lips to his. Your naked bodies crashed together, but William held you close and moved you both to the bed again, after removing your last few garments. He pulled back and moved to kiss your neck, whispering I love you’s as he moved down to your chest.

By the time he’d left kisses all over your chest, his fingers were deep inside you, making sure you were ready for him. His lips nipping on the skin underneath your ear, as he listened to your deep breaths and soft moans. “Will, Willy,” you breathed, letting your hand fall from his hair to his back. He moved so his face was above yours. “I think I’m ready,” you whispered, your hands moving to the sides of his face. “You sure?” he asked softly. You nodded, smiling at the boy over you that looked so focused on making you ready for him.

Willy reached for the second drawer of his nightstand, digging out the box of condoms that the two of you had bought together a little over a month ago, snuck inside the house and then - while profusely giggling - hiding in the back of his nightstand drawer. You both knew that the time would come soon, just not when, so you decided that you would be ready for it.

“Just, remember that you can tell me to stop whenever you want, okay?” he swallowed hard, nervous about what was to come. He wanted to please you, wanted to last, wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you. Wanted to be with you forever.

William stood on the other side of your door. His head ducked down, his hair hidden underneath a grey beanie and the hood of his sweatshirt. His hands were deep in his pockets. You opened the door before he could reach out and knock for the third time. You quickly dried your eyes before appearing on the other side of the door. He looked up, his already sad eyes fell when he saw your tired face and bloodshot eyes. He wanted to hate you, to blame you for it all, but truth was that he loved you and he still couldn’t stand to see you sad.

He sighed and stepped towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he led you both back inside your studio apartment, closing the door behind you. He sighed before he put his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. You were hesitant at first, but the familiar feeling of his chest had you clutching onto his sweatshirt in seconds. You felt his head resting upon yours and you fought the urges to both slap him and kiss him at the same time. You wanted to hate him, but he hadn’t given you a reason to, nor could you ever.

You stood there for several minutes, just clutching onto him. When your sobs stopped and your breathing slowed, everything that had you wanting to slap him came back to you.

But your love for him, your longing, would never be passed by anger.

“You didn’t tell your mother,” you accused him, balling up your fist. “I have now,” he mumbled, knowing very well that it was him that was in the wrong. “Yeah, after I told her to call you. After I started crying on the phone to her, because she thought that when you came back from Cabo, you’d be coming back to me,” you cried.

You wanted to yell, to shove at him, to tell him to fuck off and never come back. But more than anything, you wanted him to stay, stay right there with his arms around you, his head rested upon yours and with his shirt catching your tears.

“I didn’t want to disappoint her, okay?” he pulled away, holding you at arms length, trying to make you look at him. You fought his strong arms, wanting to stay with your face pressed against his chest. “I made it to the NHL, I play for one of the most popular hockey teams in the world, but you, you are my greatest accomplishment. And I fucked that up. You are a part of our family, my mom sees you as one of her own, and I don’t know if she will ever forgive me for hurting you,” a single tear made it’s way down his cheek.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive me,” he whispered as more tears wet his face. “And it was stupid of me to think that I could just wait, I know she calls you more than she calls me, I know that, I just ignored that fact, I guess. Of course she would call you.”

“Do you think waiting would make it better? It’s been six weeks, Willy,” you mumbled, drying a few of your own tears to occupy yourself from reaching out to dry his.

He stood completely still, tears rolling down his cheeks as he watched you, his hands on your shoulders, keeping you at arms length - where he could see you, where you couldn’t run away.

“Talk to me, Will!” you exclaimed You tried to shove at him, but his arms were so much longer than yours.

“I didn’t want to tell her, okay? I wanted to wait, I wanted to win you back!” he raised his voice, just like you did. Your breath caught in your throat.

He let go of you, his hands going to his hair, like they always did when the frustration got too much. “I can’t stop loving you, I can’t not have you in my life. To think something different was stupid, okay? It was fucking stupid, I’m fucking stupid for pushing you away. You know, that is what I do, I push you away when I get scared!”

“Why the hell are you scared? We’ve been together for seven years, Will, what is there to be scared of now?” you couldn’t keep you frustration in any more, and you yelled back. “I don’t understand,”

“Of course I was scared! Hockey has always been a part of my life, and you’ve been with me through the whole journey, from children’s teams to SHL to the Marlies. But I’ve always had time for you, or you’ve had time to come with me. And I don’t have that time anymore, and you’ve got university and a job, and your own friends, friends that aren’t also my group of friends. And you should, you deserve to have a career and lots of friends, but I don’t feel like I have enough time for you, like I have the time to give you the attention that you deserve, without taking time away from your life,” his fingers were deep in his blonde locks of hair, cheeks wet by salty tears, while he paced the floor. While you stood still, watching him, listening to every word he said as they broke your heart.

As they made you want to hold him close, lay his head in your lap and run your fingers soothingly through his hair like you knew he loved. You wanted to tell him that everything was going to be alright, that you would both make time, make time for each other. ‘Cause, there wasn’t a chance in hell you could stop loving him either.

“So, I push you away. I push you away because I’m scared that I won’t be enough for you, that I can’t give you everything you need,” he comes closer now, slowly reaching out to touch your face. “And I don’t tell my mom because I know she’ll be as disappointed in me as I am, as my sisters will be, and my dad. And Alex? He would rather kick my ass than come to fucking Cabo with me. He thinks I’m the biggest asshole in the fucking country of Canada for thinking that leaving you was a good idea,” his arms reach around you and pull you into him.

You’re still frozen, for a couple of moments, before you open up and let him hold you like he needs to.

“William,” you whisper, letting your fingers comb though his hair. His grip on you tightens and you take it as your cue to keep going. “William, you pushing me away is the only thing driving me away from you. I will always make time for you, like I know you’ll always make time for me,” you whisper soothingly, hoping to calm his rapid breaths. “Come here,” you escaped his strong embrace and lead him over to your bed, pulling him with you into it as you sat against your pillows and he laid down in between your legs, continuing to hold on to your middle.

He cried and cried, clutching onto your sweater that once had been his, many years ago. You let him cry, brushing your fingers through his hair as you let your thoughts wander. You wondered if this trip to Cabo had been anything like what you imagined, like what Alex’ picture made it out to be. You wondered if he had cried himself through the entire trip. If he’d cried as much you during the last six weeks, or if everything came now, all at once.

William’s sobs came to a stop, and as his breaths calmed, he crawled further up your body, laying his head on your chest and nuzzling his face in your neck. You wrapped your body around him, hoping that it would make him feel as safe as his body on top of yours made you feel. His hand came up to your neck and you felt the urge - and followed it - to take his hand in yours.

“I hope you can forgive me, but I understand if you won’t” he catches you off guard. “Just know that I won’t stop loving you, even if you’ll stop loving me,” he chokes back a sob and gets up to leave, but you manage to grab his wrist before he can get both feet on the floor.

“Willy, what makes you think that I’ll ever stop loving you? What makes you think that I can?” his eyes meet yours, both red and filled to the brim with unshed tears. “Yes, you hurt me,” you started, and his face immediately fell, “but I want to come home. I want to be in your arms again. Everything about not being with you scares the shit out of me, Will, and I don’t want to spend another day or hour thinking that there’s a chance that someday you’ll be someone else’s, that you won’t be mine,” you let the tears flow freely and a relieved sigh escapes his lips, along with tears from his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispers and pulls you into him, embracing you like you’d been gone for years. His lips meet the top of your head and you find yourself tipping your head back to let your lips touch his for the first time in almost two months. You didn’t think you’d gone so long without kissing him since before your relationship started.

“Ugh, Alex, stooop,” you whined as he looked at you with his regular shit-eating grin. The one that adorned his face whenever he teased you and his older brother. William rolled his eyes. “Not happening,” he added, but the rest of the crowd wouldn’t let you get away from this one. The crowd being a mix of family members and neighbours.

Every summer the Nylander’s gathered family and friends to an end of summer barbeque. Every year the kids - basically everyone aged 11-15 gathered in a circle on the grass, hiding away from the parents that laughed with cold beers in their hands in the back yard. Every year someone proposes a game of truth or dare, or spin the bottle, and every year you sit next to William taking all the teasing from the older kids, about how girls and boys couldn’t be just friends, how you were always so close to each other, how either you were in love with Willy or he was in love with you. Every year.

This year, though, Alex had joined the circle. Alex’ favorite pastime was teasing you and William, especially if he had an audience. He proved himself to the older ones with snarky comments and juicy dares. As juicy as they could go at a friends and family gathering.

“You gotta do it, Willy, we all you know you want to,” the Nylander’s next door neighbour said. He was 15 and friends with Michelle. William groaned and threw his head back, before leaning in closer to your ear, whispering. “If you don’t want to we can leave, go do something else.” You shook your head and moved to whisper in his ear, all eyes on the two of you. “It’s fine, if we just do it they might leave us be,” you whispered back. “But it’ll be your first kiss right? I don’t want to steal that from you,” he laid his arm around you, ever so considerate and sweet to you. You turned your body towards his and smiled at him, mouthing “it’s fine” as you tried to block out all the eyes that were on you.

Willy grabbed your leg and pulled you closer, quickly placing his hand flat on your cheek, and slowly pressing his lips to yours. Everyone went quiet as your lips touched softly for a couple of seconds. And then everyone erupted in cheers and claps as you pulled away from each other.

A couple of hours later your father called your name, you were leaving - one of the last to do so. As always. William got up with you, walking with you towards your parents where they stood by the Nylander’s gate talking with Camilla.

“Mom, I’m just gonna walk her home, okay?” Willy said to his mom, as your parents had said goodbye and started the short journey to your house at the end of the street. “Honey, her parents are right there, I think she’ll be fine,” Camilla said, a small hint of laughter in her voice. “I want to, okay? I’m gonna walk her home, I’ll be right back,” he smiled, embarrassed. Your parents walked up front, letting you and William linger behind. None of you said anything, but Willy’s hoodie over your shoulders and the stone that you kept kicking between you said enough.

“Five minutes,” your mother told you as she closed the door, leaving you and William outside. You nodded to her before turning back to him. “So, uhm, I hope that was okay?” he asked, his hand immediately moving to the hair that stuck out underneath his backward placed snapback. “What?” you asked, not quite understanding what he was talking about. “I mean, the kiss, I hope I didn’t screw it up or that you’re mad at me or something,” he mumbled, his shoes all of a sudden turning very interesting.

“Hey,” you nudged him with your converse, making him look up at you. “It was good, and it was totally fine, I’m not mad at you or something, why would I be that?” You laughed. “I don’t know, I was just really scared that I stepped over a line or something, and first kisses are supposed to special and shit, right?” he smiled now, but he couldn’t quite look at you as he said it. “Willy... It was special, alright?” you nudged him again, this time by lightly poking him in the arm. His head fell, but you could see his smile. “Okay, okay, good, I tried,” he smiled as he looked back up at you, and you smiled back, as he came closer to give you your good bye hug, this time ending it with a kiss to your temple, before he shoved his hands deep in his pocket and started to kick the stone all the way back home again.

And his lips press to yours like it’s the last time, like it’s the first time; like they would never leave again. And your fingers tangled in the dark blonde hair in the back of his neck like they were holding on for life, like they were begging for someone to stay.

You moved your hands to his waist, pulling him with you as you laid back in your bed. William rolled over to his side, pulling you in so close that not even air could come between you. His lips were still holding onto yours with desperation.

“I’ll never leave you again,” he pulled away just far enough for his lips to no longer touch yours, his forehead leaning against yours. “If I ever push you away for no reason again, call me out on it. Slap me if you have to. Please, promise me that,” he said as a stray tear slipped from his eye, forever regretting the last six weeks - the last few months, really.

You nodded, catching the tear with your thumb. “I promise, and you promise that you’ll talk to me before you do that again, okay?” he nodded, fighting the tears that still wanted to spill. You nodded back and pressed your lips back on his, letting desperate and needy kisses take over.

It wasn’t just your lips that had missed his body, your hands scrambled to touch everything that you had missed. You pushed up under his shirt, letting your fingers trace the arches of his back muscles, feeling them move underneath your fingertips as he, as well, tried to touch everything he’d missed.

“I just wanna be close to you,” he mumbled as he got up on his knees to remove your shirt, letting his own follow yours to the carpet on the floor quickly. Willy quickly laid back down, pressing his naked chest to yours, while he rolled you both underneath the covers of your bed.

You let your hands slide from his chest and all the way over his torso, wanting to feel everything that you’d been missing, but quickly moved onto the waistband of his pants. You slide two fingers into both his sweatpants and boxers, just wanting to have his naked body on yours again. William had barely kicked them off before he started the process of getting you naked as well - quickly ridding you off your bralette, panties and sleeping shorts.

His lips pressed back on yours, and his arms pulled you in so close you could feel every part of his body on yours. You desperately tried to touch as much of his body as you possibly could. Your hands trailed over his neck, his chest, his torso, back, behind, thighs, before you ended up letting your fingers move over his hard shaft, that needingly pressed against your lower torso.

William started leaving kisses down you neck, to your collarbones and then to your chest, while his hands trailed down your body, finally disappearing in between your legs. You moaned, putting your hands back in his hair, begging him to come back up so you could press your lips back on his. When he did, you took the chance to roll you both around That way you ended up on top him, straddling him. He groaned into you mouth as you moved your hips over him, and it filled your desperate wish to have him inside you again to the brim. You moved your hand down between your own legs to find his member, to position him underneath you, before you slowly slid down on him - finally having him inside you again.

You let both you hands slide up over his chest and to the back of his neck, then moving into his hair, before you let his lips capture yours again. His hands moved soothingly up your back before embracing you, holding you tightly to his body as you slowly rode him.

“I love you so much,” Willy whispers into your lips and gripping your body harder before rolling you both around. You wrap your legs around him, feeling him even deeper inside you. “I love you too, William,” you breathe, but quickly press your lips back on his. Willy threads his fingers between yours on the pillow above you. His other hand moves up and down your side, sometimes stopping on your breast to lightly caress your nipple, sometimes stopping in your waist to pull you closer, and other times stopping on your behind to help you meet his slow but deep thrusts.

“I need you to come for me, babe,” he breathed, small sounds and groans breaking up his words. “S’close,” you managed to answer him. He moved his lips down your neck, while his hand moved between your bodies to further help push you over the edge. Your hands desperately moved from his back to his hair, holding onto him as you came undone, letting Willy do the same.

He collapsed on top of you, his head falling to your chest. You let your hands run soothingly over his back, as you both calmed your breaths. Your calm and quiet peace was soon disturbed as Will’s phone started to ring - the familiar sound of a face time call. He groans as he arises from your chest to see who’s calling, and most likely decline. “Ugh, it’s mom,” he groans again. “I should take it, she’s not very fond of me at the moment,” he adds, but leans down to kiss your forehead before he lays back down next to you and answers the call. You make sure to pull the covers over your chest.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Camilla asked, Jacquline scowled at the camera - at her older brother - from beside her mother, where they sat in the living room back in Sweden where you’d spent countless nights in your childhood. “Yes, mom,” he answered, his energy level not exactly on top at the moment, after not just sex, but weeks of long nights and crying his eyes out just an hour ago. “And how did that go? Your eyes are really bloodshot, Willy,” her voice was laced with heavy concern. She might have been extremely disappointed with him, but it didn’t stop a mother from being concerned with his son’s wellbeing.

You lied still watching Will’s call from the side, and you saw his lips turn upwards, before he turned his face towards you. His smile had now grown wide and you couldn’t help but smile as well, as you moved underneath his now outstretched arm to put your head on his chest and show yourself to the camera.

“Oh, thank god,” Camilla put her hand to her chest, relieved that you were back together again. You smiled at Camilla, who smiled back. But her smile wasn’t entirely happy - you could see that she was still concerned. She stared at the two of you for a while, sadness in her eyes. “Oh, you both look so tired and..” she didn’t know what to say, she had talked to the both of you during this period of time, and you had both cried to her on the phone at some point. “I hope for the both of you that this never happens again, look at you two, you’re wrecked,” she spoke. “It won’t, mom, we’ve talked through it all, I’ll just have to get better at communicating my feelings, okay? It won’t happen again,” he told his mom, and you reached up to put a light hand on his cheek. He leaned into your hand.

“And you?” she looked at you. “You moved, what are you doing about this new apartment?” she asked you. You turned to look at William, who was already staring at you, a small smile on his lips. “I’m coming back home,” you smiled and William leaned closer to kiss your temple. “That’s good to hear, honey,” she smiled.

“Jacquline, why are you still looking at me like you want to kill me?” William, who was in a better mood now, asked his sister. “I just hope that you’ve learned your lesson, big brother. I mean, I knew you were stupid, but this was really the cherry on top,” she squinted her eyes at him. Willy just nodded, he knew and he agreed. You smiled at her, to tell her that it was gonna be okay.

“Also, I just can’t not notice that you’re both pretty fucking naked underneath those blankets,” she added, sassy as always. Camilla’s eyes widened. “Jacquline!” she looked at her daughter like she’d killed someone, making both you and William laugh wholeheartedly - together, for the first time in weeks.

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