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walkswithmyfather · 1 year
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andallshallbewell · 10 months
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spiced-wine-fic · 1 year
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fangirl-dot-com · 1 month
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Certified Lovers
what is this?? two posts in a day?? how crazy, sorry this is short
I'm also sorry I'm late for valentines day - I was too busy crying from being alone but I wanted to do at least a little something
be warned: horny kids on the main and twitter blows up
happy (belated) valentines day guys! love you all
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y/n.jpg so it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard. and we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you, forever. you and me, everyday
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y/n.nation this just called me single in multiple different languages
rookies_secretbf everyday
boxbox_nightmare SUSPICIOUS???? y/n&co this CANNOT BE THE BF'S BURNER ACCOUNT??
charles_leclerc when did he get that shirt?
y/n.89 I bought it for him btw maxverstappen1 why? y/n.89 cause it's cute (I also got ones for Alex and Kelly too)
y/n_on_top oh my gosh the beach picture??
rookie_lover THE NOTEBOOK QUOTE - I'M CRYING
thurthur_leclerc why do I kinda feel bad for Arthur :/
y/nxarthur CAUSE THEY WERE END GAME AND THIS MF TRYNNA BREAK THEM UP f1fan chilllll they were never together in the first place - besides I don't think that he even has a girlfriend
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arthur_leclerc you have bewitched me, body and soul...and I love you. I never wish to be parted from you, from this day on
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f1fan I may have spoke too soon
babyleclerc ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? THE PICTURES?? THE AESTHETIC??? THE HAND PLACEMENTS????
fan_all_around THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE QUOTE?? HELLO??
maxverstappen1 glad you took her out. I know you can't cook
arthur_leclerc show some love please? it is valentines day after all?? maxverstappen1 no.
leclerc_bros sheeeshhhh no need to be horny on the main - no one is gonna take her
his_love all yours
box_box_express SUSPICIOUS
f1 happy valentines day!
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phxntomsdusk · 3 months
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My forever - Will x GN!Reader
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summary: you never planned on falling for your best friend, but you don’t regret it<3
warnings: none<3
tags: @ax-y10 (ask to be added)
word count: 2k
You and Wilbur had been friends forever. Meeting in primary school, and clicking almost instantly. Nobody could separate you two even if they tried, you were glued at the hip.
Of course, challenges came along the way. Friend group fallouts, family problems, summertime depression, etc. but you two always had each other, no matter what. And of course, with every cliche friendship, feelings got involved.
It started with the simple questions you received in the hallways. “Are you dating?” “Are you two a thing?” It was a constant reminder that everyone would assume you and him were together, even if you were just really close.
But it made you question yourself, could you ever date him? You always said he was your other half, the person you could always go to. You would never discuss it with him, it was saved for your journal to rant and curse out all of your emotions and thoughts.
You didn’t know Wilbur was doing the same thing, questioning himself every time he caught himself staring at you got a bit too long. How could he not stare? He was best friends with the most beautiful person he had ever met. But of course, he didn’t dare make a move.
Eventually, it became obvious to your friends that the two of you had a thing for one another, and they came up with a plan that just had to work.
Every weekend everyone would meet at your friend Chris’s treehouse, but this time, they would all find a way to leave you two alone with the lingering topic left for you to discuss.
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“Hey, guys!” Your friend Kelly smiled widely at you and Will, helping you get inside the treehouse door and allowing you to sit on the small makeshift couch in the corner. Will joined after you, taking his spot right next to yours, and wrapping an arm over your shoulder like he always did. “Graduation is, like, a few weeks away. That’s insane.”
Your attention was brought to Chris, nodding at his words. “I know, right? We’ve all known each other for nearly 10 years at this point. We’re so old.” You earned a laugh from Will before he spoke up and leaned forward, moving his arm around your back. “Exactly. We’ll all be heading off to uni in a few months too, well, maybe not Zach.”
Your friend, Zach, let out an offended gasp. He was known as the dumbest one in your group, mostly because he had failed all of his classes through all of high school, yet somehow passed the year. “I definitely will get into uni! I’m going to Harvard.” He scowled at Will, earning an even louder laugh from him.
“As if, you’d be better off getting a job as a janitor for Harvard,” Chris spoke up with a teasing smile, before looking over at you and Will with a knowing look. “Guys, when do you think we’ll all get married?”
The question struck you with confusion. Why would he be talking about marriage? He didn’t even have a girlfriend, let alone someone to marry. “Why do you ask? I mean, I’d hope to get married by around 25, I don’t wanna be in my 30’s.” You shrugged and leaned back into Will’s hold, watching as he nodded in agreement.
“25 is a good age. But with the way I want to get into music, I may be touring by then. I’m telling you now, I’m gonna be famous.” He smiled and looked down at you, running his hand up and down your arm. “I bet Will and Y/N will get hitched by 21,” Kelly spoke up with a grin, giggling under her breath.
It took you back, both you and Will. Did they all think you were dating too? Sure, you were being touchy, but this was how your friendship worked. But they thought you would get together?
“Me and Y/N? Are you crazy?” Will’s words slightly hurt, earning a frown from you as you simply nodded. “Maybe not crazy. Just delusional.” You smiled at him, sitting up and resting your head against the back of the ‘couch’.
Chirs and Zach looked at each other with the same knowing look, before announcing they had to leave for a moment. You were confused as they got up, climbed down the ladder, and rushed inside of Chris’s house. Kelly soon joined them, leaving you and Will all alone.
The silence was eating at you, wanting to speak up and say something, but not knowing what to say. Until he spoke up for you.
“Could you see a future with me?” He looked at you with a curious and hopeful expression, almost as if he wanted you to say yes. You had never thought of it before, but now that you were, you definitely could. “I mean, yeah. Can you?” He thought for a moment, smiling and nodding at you. “Yeah. I can.”
The two of you sat in silence for a bit longer, simply smiling at yourselves. “Wanna go on a date? To try and test it out, maybe?” You looked back at him, a light blush on both of your faces. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
It was settled. You and Wilbur were attempting a date.
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About a week had passed, and it was nerve-racking, you didn’t want to get too dressed up or be too underdressed. Should you do your hair? Makeup? Wear special jewelry? Would he even notice? He was taking you to the movies, why did any of this matter so much to you?
You settled on a simple band t-shirt, jeans, converse, and a necklace he had gifted you on a previous birthday of yours. It was a simple yet good enough outfit for a date.
He picked you up at around 6 pm, he always said nighttime movies were the best, and he wasn’t wrong at all. You were going to see Spider-Man, his choice of course. You were lucky he had enough cash on him to get popcorn and some drinks, even getting you a box of your favorite candy, because who doesn’t love overpriced candy?
“I never thought I’d be taking my best friend on a date. Especially one of the most cliche dates in history.” He spoke as you two entered the theater, sitting towards the back and getting comfy. “Me neither. I bet our friends are happy.” You smiled at him, taking a bit of the popcorn from the hun he held. “Oh. Before I picked you up Chris called me and gave me tips on how to kiss.”
The simple comment made your cheeks flush for a second, Chris expected you two to kiss? It wasn’t like you’ve never kissed anyone, you just never kissed someone this close to you. “Really? He’s a huge dreamer. I swear his dreams are more unrealistic than Zach getting into Harvard.”
Will laughed at your comment, and you noticed how pretty he seemed to truly be. The ways the corners of his eyes crinkled up when he smiled, the way his dimples would become extra visible whenever he smiled at you. Were you falling for him?
“You’re staring.” He commented quietly before his attention was brought to the lights being shut off and the intro playing for the movie. He wasn’t wrong, you had been staring. “No, I wasn’t.” Denial was the best plan at this point.
It was silent for the most part, besides the movie, but there was an awkward tension between you two. It was like you knew something but wouldn’t tell the other.
Your eyes were locked on the screen, occasionally laughing or commenting on a scene, but mostly sitting in silence. Until he spoke up.
“Wanna head to our spot after this?” He looked at you with a smile, one that somehow made your heart melt. By his spot he meant the parking garage at your local mall, the top had been blocked off due to the concrete beginning to give out in certain areas. “Yeah, I’m down.”
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And of course, that’s where you went. The two of you sat on the hood of his car, staring up at the darkening sky as you spoke about anything and everything.
“Do you ever think the stars could, maybe, help find your soulmate?” He blurted out randomly, followed by a laugh. “Like, when you meet your soulmate, imagine if you saw your initials in the stars. That would be so cool!” You simply laughed along with him, shaking your head at his behavior. “You’re so weird.”
A comfortable silence fell on the both of you, you hadn’t even noticed he started to stare at you. It wasn’t weird or creepy, it was comforting and sweet. His gaze was soft, one of his hands gently grabbing ahold of yours. You moved your head to look over at him, meeting his gaze and smiling lightly.
There was a feeling between you two, you both felt it. But it wasn’t foreign, it had been the same feeling you’d developed over the last 10 years of knowing him. You two were in love with each other and didn’t even realize it.
“I think I need to be honest with you.” His words were quiet, and he adjusted his posture for a second and sat up. “Y/N, I think I’m in love with you.” He looked at you with a worried yet hopeful look, almost like he wanted you to say the same.
Did you feel the same? Well, he was almost always the first thought when you woke up. You would fall asleep on a call with him, making sure he was the last person you spoke to before sleeping. Maybe you did love him.
“I think I love you too.” Your voice was equally quiet, the two of you sharing a knowing look before he slowly leaned in and gently kissed you. It only lasted a few moments, but it was still meaningful. “Did Chris’s advice pay off?” He spoke in a joking tone, earning a laugh and nod from you. “Definitely.”
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One week. One entire week since you two kissed.
Today was graduation day, you had barely seen him during the week of your schedules not lining up. Your cap and gown paired nicely with your outfit somehow, a smile on your face the entire day.
The ceremony was short and sweet, at least when you weren’t paying attention. Hearing your name be announced, earning your diploma, getting that final handshake. It was unbelievable. You were practically on autopilot during the entire thing.
It wasn’t very memorable until it was over. Everyone meets up with their family and friends afterward, getting congratulated for making it through the entire year. And then you spotted him.
Will was stood off to the side, awkwardly messing with his cap string before looking up to meet your gaze. A wide smile appeared on his featured, rushing over to wrap his arms around you.
“Y/N! I’m so proud of you.” He smiled widely at you, before pulling you into a sweet kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, smiling into his kiss for a moment until the two of you parted. “I’m proud of you too, Will.” You two didn’t bother to even find your families, simply basking in each other's arms at the moment.
He continued to admire you, placing a hand on the side of your face and running his thumb over your cheekbone. “Can I say something kind of cheesy?” He smiled lightly, earning a nod from you.
“Y/N. I want you to be my forever.”
Your heart melted almost immediately at his words, letting out an audible ‘awe’ as you leaned up and hugged him closely. “You’re so cute.” You mumbled against his shoulder, smiling to yourself as you felt his arms firmly wrap around you.
“I mean it, I love you.” He whispered in your ear, planting a kiss on the side of your temple. He loved you, he did. You looked up at him with a lovesick expression, “I love you too, Will.”
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kellykidd · 7 months
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Baby Severide - Chapter 3: Naming Baby Severide
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*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*
Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader
Summary: Baby Severide is finally here and you and Kelly are tasked with naming her.
Words: 874
Warnings: Doctors, hospitals, angry moms
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Next Chapter: Chapter 4
Notes: Chapter 3’s posting is kinda a surprise but I like this chapter tbh. This is likely the last chapter I’ll post before vacation, but I may queue chapter 4 sometime next weekend! As always, a Reblog on any chapter of the fic means you will be tagged in any new chapters! Enjoy
Tags: @district447 @keabbs @storiesofsvu @marvelcharactersxreader @carnationworld @witchywinchester99 @treehouse-mouse @skullcupcakes @whatismypurpos
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“She’s almost here,” Dr Calhoun announced, “just a few more minutes and you’ll meet your little girl.”
“See baby? You’re doing amazing,” Kelly beamed, kissing you on the cheek.
“I didn’t think I’d be this nervous to be on the table,” you chuckled.
“And she’s out,” Dr Calhoun announced, rushing the baby to the warmer behind her.
“Why isn’t she crying? Kelly, why isn’t she crying?” You asked, a worried tone to your voice.
“Dr Calhoun? Is everything okay?” Kelly gruffly called over.
“Just clearing the mouth and nose and taking some measurements. Nothing to worry about,” she replied, “the nurses will take her final measurements and bring her over while I close your abdomen.”
You heard a loud wail come from across the room. You were both okay. 
“We’re bring her over now, Mrs Severide,” a nurse told you as she brought over your baby and set her on your chest.
“Baby, she’s beautiful,” you started to tear up.
“She gets it from her mama,” he replied, brushing back your hair and kissing your forehead.
As Dr Calhoun finished stitching you up, the team got you ready to head into post op.
The trip to your recovery room was long, but your new baby made it feel short.
Once you and Kelly were settled in your recovery room, a nurse knocked on your door.
“Mrs Severide?” the nurse asked, “two firefighters are here to see you.”
“Send them in please,” you replied.
A few moments later, Casey and Boden walked through your door.
“How’d it go?” Casey asked you.
“I’m okay. Baby is perfect” you replied, a smile stuck to your face.
“Glad to hear,” Boden smiled, “the rest of 51 will be by after shift.”
“We just figured the two of us would come by for now, keep the knuckleheads at the firehouse,” Casey laughed.
“Knock knock,” Dr Calhoun said, pushing the door back, “is now a good time?”
“We’ll leave you guys be. I’ll bring Sylvie by tomorrow,” Casey smiled.
“Thanks Matt,” Kelly replied.
“Thank you guys for coming. It’s good to know she already has 51 looking out for her,” you smiled, wiping the tears off your face.
Casey and Boden left the room, as Doctor Calhoun made her way over to your bedside.
“The surgery went well. We’ll keep you here for a few days, then you both should be good to go home,” she smiled.
“That’s great news,” Kelly smiled.
“The best thing now is establishing some skin-to-skin with both of you. I’ll leave you guys to it, but a nurse will be outside if you need anything.”
Kelly helped you unbutton the top clasps on your gown, exposing the top of your chest. Feeling your brand new baby breathe on your chest was a surreal feeling, something you’d never thought you’d get.
Doctor Calhoun left your room. Kelly leaned over your bed and kissed you.
Looking over at you with your brand new baby, Kelly said, “I guess we should name her now, huh?”
“I’ve got a few ideas,” you chuckled.
“Which are?” He smiled.
“Well, for starters, I would like it to mean and honour something. I know we’ve talked about it before, but I think her middle name should be Shay. Leslie is a big reason we’re together and if we weren’t together, this little girl wouldn’t be here.”
“Baby,” Kelly’s eyes started to fill with tears, “I love you- I don’t even know what to say.”
“So that’s a yes to the middle name?”
“Of course it’s a yes.”
“Ok so first name ideas?”
“Alexis.”
“Alexis?”
“Your sister would’ve hopped on a plane as soon as we found out you were pregnant if it weren’t for losing her at 28. If she can’t be here, we should find a way to honour her memory. Alexis would’ve loved meeting her niece.”
“Alexis Shay Severide?”
“So it’s settled?”
“It’s settled. Ready to hold your daughter?”
“Never been so ready.”
“Take your shirt off then, mister.”
“Damn, I missed you saying that,” he laughed.
Picking up Alexis and handing her over to her father, your husband. It still didn’t feel real.
“She really is so beautiful,” he smiled.
There was a knock on the door and a blonde woman with glasses poked her head around the corner. 
“We should call your mom,” Kelly reminded, “she’d want to come meet Alexis.”
“Can you FaceTime her?” 
“Of course, babe. Do you want her back?”
“Well I mean, if you’re offering,” you chuckled. 
You took Alexis back from Kelly and he grabbed his phone to call your mom.
“Hey mom, I’ve got someone who I think you’ll want to meet,” you laughed, Kelly tipping the phone down to see Alexis.
“Honey! You didn’t tell me she was arriving early! What’s her name? When was she born?” Your mom gushed. 
“That’s actually why we’re calling. We figured you’d want to come meet her in person. She was born late this morning, then we picked her name a few minutes ago. Meet your granddaughter, Alexis Shay Severide.”
“Alexis? Like your sister?” She sighed, “why would you do that?”
“We thought it would be a good way to honour the life of my sister. Is there something wrong?” You felt yourself become stressed.
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utwo · 2 years
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Treehouse Rising Fawn, Georgia
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hannahssimblr · 3 months
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Chapter One
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2013
“Come on, pick it up, let’s go. Go go go!” Our feet thunder over the ground. It’s been so dry this August that the soil has become cracked and dusty, and when I stop to catch my breath, a bead of sweat rolls off the tip of my nose and darkens the ground in front of me. Rosie the border collie runs excited loops around me while I gasp for air. She has ten times more stamina than I do, in fact I’m sure she could complete this run five times and still have energy for another round. 
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Shane is roaring at me again. “Evie! Come on! Hurry up.” He’s jogging on the spot in a sweat soaked t-shirt, but looks fine, comparatively, to how I’m sure I must look. I lower my elbows to my knees and try to take a deep breath, but it hurts my lungs. “I taste blood.” I say. 
“You can do it! Just up to the next field. Get up!”
“I don’t respond well when people shout at me.” I protest between raspy pants.  “I know that probably works for you and all but it makes me feel like crying.”
“Alright.” He says. “Let’s just try and reach the wall then, and we can walk back.”
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I peer up at the stone wall that separates this field from the next and guess that it’s only another hundred metres. Maybe I can do it. Reluctantly, I straighten up and start running, or rather, limping. Rosie barks like she’s cheering me on, and I wonder if perhaps, like me, she can’t believe I’m still going. I hobble past Shane but he catches up to me with insulting ease. “Come on.” He says with a gentler, more encouraging tone. “Keep going, just focus on the wall.” And I do, I look at it, the uneven stone bricks jostling around in my vision until it’s right there within my reach, and I launch myself at it triumphantly, hanging onto the top of it as my body crumples to the ground. 
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“Watch out for the cow shit there.” He says, but I don’t see, nor care about any cow shit. My breaths are wheezing out of me and my hot forehead presses up against the stone. He gets down on his haunches and pats me on the back. “Well done.”
“I used to run… so much… further than this… back when I was at school.” I manage. 
“I know, but you’ll get back to that level again soon.”
“You’re barely out of breath.”
“Yeah ‘cause I do this stuff six days a week.” 
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I spin around so my back is against the wall instead and look at him. Sometimes I forget that he’s a man now, as though our familiarity has made me blind to the fact that he grew up into this enormous mountain of a person and is no longer the gawky teenage boy I used to know. He grew up. We all grew up. When did that happen? I remember him as a small child, chubby and freckle faced, always giving out to Kelly and I about something, whether it was to force us off the Wii because he had decided it was his turn (it never was) or to get out of the treehouse their dad had built, because he had suddenly enacted a strict no girls policy. Now it’s hard to see any resemblance between that little boy and this huge, six foot man with arms and legs the width of tree trunks. Only the small featured face would give it away, the same thin lips and sharp little nose as his sister. 
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When we were children I could have outrun Shane Healy any day. He was short and stout until he was thirteen, but I shot up to five foot three when I was only ten, and I was always athletically inclined, try as he might, he could never catch me with any worm he intended to drop down the back of my t-shirt, I was quick like lightning. Long and thin. His mother Caroline still calls me Beanstalk now, even though I eventually grew into all my limbs and ended up being about the average height for a girl, and Shane eventually outran me too.
I never was very good at team sports like he was as it turns out. I focussed on things like swimming, tennis, and running and long jumping at the local athletics club rather than getting picked last for some game of basketball in PE, where the girls who didn’t like me tossed the ball past my outstretched hands, assuming that I must be bad at sports just because I was quiet. I played hurling in fourth class, because we all had to learn how, but aside from that and a few forced games of rounders with the other girls at school, I don’t know very much about the GAA, while Shane has more or less dedicated all of his free time to it, especially now that he’s been placed on the senior football team, and as I sit there on the dirt on that hot August day, I’m ashamed to admit that I’m not even sure how to ask him about it. 
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Rosie starts licking my face, and I push her snout away from me. Once I’ve caught my breath a little I ask him. “How’s the football going?”
“Yeah, good.”
“Do you, like, have any matches or anything coming up?”
He laughs. “Why, do you want to go?”
“I don’t know, maybe, like. I haven’t gone to one in a few years.”
“Since you had to, like?” 
I shrug. Not since Kelly made me, and I used to sit in the stands drawing pictures of the sides of spectators faces, reading a book or doing other things that were unacceptable and strange. Somehow I feel that now my presence at a match would be more unacceptable and even stranger as my time at art college has only pushed me further away from what is considered normal in a town like Tullamore. The sort of place where the sight of a man wearing skinny jeans would induce a torrent of homophobic slurs from a car window. 
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“You were in the papers a while ago.” I prompt. “For scoring a few points in a match, or something.”
“The match that got us knocked out of the quarter finals, yeah.” He says grimly. “I’ll be in no more now until after the All-Ireland, so you may wait.”
“I’ll go to the next.”
“Will you now.” He wears a disbelieving smirk, and I know that it doesn’t really matter to him whether I go or not, but it has felt strange to me this last year that he and I have become close, in our own way, and yet we have shown next to no interest in each other’s hobbies. 
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I stand up on trembling legs and swipe dirt off my backside so we can begin our trek back to his house. Shane and Rosie jog on ahead a little bit, still bounding with energy, but eventually, I can tell he feels a little badly about how far I am trailing behind them and circles back around to walk with me. 
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We walk serenaded by the birds in the trees and the distant sound of a lawnmower, and I know that Shane likes it like this, quiet, but still I am compelled to say something to fill the silence. “Do you ever wish you could get paid for playing football?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “Yeah the whole time. To be honest sometimes I wish I’d gotten good at Rugby instead, like, at least then I’d be able to make a living off of it.”
“With only a few traumatic head injuries to show for it.” 
“True.” 
“You’d really want to play football all the time, and train forever and do only that?” 
“Yeah it’s what I want the most. I love it.”
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I feel a bit sad, because I imagine a life where nobody paid people to make art, and my hobby would just be forever just that. A hobby, never a career. At least there’s a chance for me to make it, if I get good enough, someone will pay me for my work, but Shane is twenty two and already better than he’ll ever be, and besides a few sponsorship deals from local shops, he’ll never make money this way.
“So.” He says conclusively. “I suppose I’ll be a pharmacist or something.”
“That’s what you want to do after you’re done college this year? Be a pharmacist?”
“Dunno. Could be a chemist either.” 
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Rosie starts running towards an open gate down toward a farmer’s lane and Shane yelps and takes off after her. This is one of the deepest conversations we’ve ever had. 
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torreshalstead · 11 months
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Knight in Shining Armour
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Summary - He told her he didn’t want to go, told her he wasn’t a fan of school dances, that he’d be happier at home. It wasn’t true. He wanted nothing more than to walk into that gym with her on his arm, but she was going with someone else. So when things change and Matt gets a chance to ride in on his white horse and take Sylvie to the dance, he isn’t going to let that opportunity slip through his fingers.
Notes - I really wanted to write a prom story and this is what happened, it was so much fun to write so I really hope you enjoy it! AO3 Link
Matt Casey had been part of the high school theatre club for the past 2 years and he loved it. He wasn’t much of an actor, couldn’t sing or dance, but he was the best the school had ever seen at creating the most elaborate props and scenery for every show that was put on. The director would come to him with ideas that anyone else in the club would tell them was impossible, but not Matt Casey. He would accept any challenge they gave him, usually making the ideas far more complex than the original concept, and he would do it with pride.
His best friend, Kelly Severide, always gave him stick for the hours he would spend painting and building sets, both during school hours but also the time he would spend in his garage at home putting the finishing touches to everything. But without fail at every show, Kelly was there to support him. Matt was grateful to have him in his life, and just how Kelly would be present at every show, every football game, Matt would be there on the bleachers cheering him on.
They were an unlikely pair, the best friends - the jock and the theatre nerd. But they had been friends since Kindergarten and it was going to take something more than a difference of hobbies to tear them apart.
Matt’s other closest friend was Sylvie Brett, the blonde haired soprano who got the lead in every show and Matt would watch from the wings as she took his breath away every time. It was thanks to Sylvie that he had joined the theatre club in the first place, she knew about his knack for design and building things; had seen the treehouse that he had built for his younger cousin. So when they were in desperate need of a props chief, Sylvie had pretty much begged him to join. She hadn’t had to beg very hard, a chance to spend more time with Sylvie was not something he was likely to turn down.
But he truly loved it, he knew it wasn’t the most usual for a high schooler but getting to work with his hands, pour his heart and soul into something, it was a rewarding task. And if he got to create something which added to Sylvie’s performance, well then that was even better.
He had been harbouring a crush on her for years, since he got paired with her in middle school science and had learnt that she hummed under her breath as she worked, usually some broadway track but she wasn’t unaccustomed to a bit of Taylor Swift either. But no matter how much grief Kelly gave him about making a move, when the pair had just got closer when they got to high school, he never had. And now he had lost his chance. He was just her friend, and she had a boyfriend.
Sylvie’s boyfriend, Harrison, was an idiot. He was on the swim team and Matt was sure he had spent too much time underwater. He didn’t deserve to have someone like Sylvie on his arm. She was smart, beautiful, caring, friendly - she was perfect. And Matt hated him. He never cared enough to remember Sylvie’s birthday, never came to her shows or even bothered to learn the name of the role Sylvie was playing.
Matt did.
Every year he would make her something special for her birthday, he had started with small things; a trinket box that was perfectly sized for her playbills, photo frames which he had themed to each of the shows she had been the lead in and last year he had built her an extra bookshelf for her room because her books were spilling out onto the floor and she refused to get rid of any of them. What a girl like Sylvie saw in someone like Harrison, he had no idea. But she was his friend, so he supported her and loved her from a distance. Putting all that love into what he created for the show. What he created for her.
Watching her on stage, taking on the persona of whichever leading lady she was portraying that night, his props, his set and backdrop only elevating her performance, it was his favourite thing. She was incredible, he was in awe of her and her talents. She was modest too, didn’t believe him when he told her how wonderful she was, how she had stolen the show and impressed everyone. She wouldn’t believe it, would always say it was a team effort, that the entire cast made the show. But Matt knew differently. It was all her.
He overheard her one day at rehearsals talking to her best friend Stella Kidd, who just so happened to be his best friend's girlfriend as well.
‘Oh Stella, you are going to look incredible in that. Kelly’s eyes are going to fall out of his head,’ Sylvie giggled, looking at whatever Stella was showing her on her phone.
‘I wasn’t sure about the colour, thought it should be a bit brighter but I fell in love and couldn’t put it back,’ Stella replied. From where Matt was standing at the side of the stage, putting the finishing touches to the backdrop he was painting, he could only just see the pair of them sitting crossed legged on the stage. They were both in the main cast and they had all been given a 10 minute break before running through the second act.
‘No no it’s perfect,’ Sylvie said. Always the supportive friend.
‘Did you pick yours yet?’ Stella asked curiously.
‘It’s between two, this purple one or this goldy one. I was going to ask Harrison’s opinion but…’ she tailed off and Matt’s ears pricked up. He knew he didn’t have a right but if he was about to hear that Harrison had said something rude or that had hurt Sylvie, his protectiveness was going to come out.
‘He’s a boy and knows nothing about dresses.’ Sylvie chuckled and agreed with Stella’s words. ‘Well show me girl and I’ll help you pick.’ The conversation dropped for a moment, Matt glanced over and saw them both staring intently at Sylvie’s phone.
‘So it’s either Speak Now or Fearless?’ Stella said. Matt had spent enough time with both Sylvie and his young cousin to know they were both Taylor Swift albums, he had CD’s of both of them in his truck, what they had to do with formal dresses though, he had no idea.
‘Yeah, I’m thinking Speak Now though,’ Sylvie said, almost wistfully.
‘Then the purple one it is, it’s very you Vie, you’re going to look beautiful.’ Matt couldn’t see but he could imagine that right now Sylvie’s cheeks would be rosy, she'd have a small smile but she’d drop her eyes as if she wasn’t worthy of the compliment. It was what she always did when someone complimented her. It always made Matt just want to tell her things like that more often, so she knew it was true.
‘Are we still getting ready at yours?’ Sylvie asked.
‘Yep, then when the boys show up to pick us up, we can take some cute photos before we leave.’
‘Well we wouldn’t want to miss out on a Stella Kidd photo shoot would we,’ Sylvie giggled again. Matt loved that sound - it was the sound of Sylvie being happy, his favourite thing.
‘You love it girl.’
The rehearsal restarted and the conversations about the winter formal stopped. Matt turned his full attention back to his painting, attempting to stop his mind thinking of Sylvie in a purple dress spinning around under the twinkly lights they would undoubtedly fill the gym with. She wouldn’t be spinning in his arms; he had to remind himself. He wasn’t even going.
Kelly had tried to persuade him to ask someone, that it would be a fun night and he could come with him and Stella, Sylvie and Harrison. There were plenty of girls he was friends with he could ask, but it didn’t feel right. There was only one person he wanted to go with, and having to spend the evening watching Sylvie dance with the moron she was dating, did not sound like a fun evening to him. Kelly dropped it after a couple of weeks of pestering, and he thought he probably had Stella to thank for that. She was a good influence on his best friend.
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The formal was in 2 weeks, but with opening night for the theatre club in just 4 weeks, it gave Matt the perfect excuse to not have to think about the dance at all. He and Sylvie rarely talked about Harrison, and as she was obviously going to the formal with him, it kept the conversation about it to a minimum as well. That was until she decided to bring it up at rehearsal one night and put him on the spot.
‘So who are you taking to the formal Matt?’ She asked casually as she sat on the edge of the stage, her legs swinging, her smile beaming. Matt was crouched down whilst he was trying to attach the trim to the edge of the stage, he was thankful he could keep his head ducked and focused on his task at hand.
‘Oh, umm, I’m not going,’ he muttered.
‘What?’ She exclaimed loudly, ‘but Matt, it’s our penultimate high school dance! We’ve only got this one before the prom in May and then that’s it.’
‘Just not a big dance fan I guess,’ Matt shrugged.
‘Oh come on, it’ll be fun,’ she said, adding a sing-song effect to the word fun which made Matt hold back a smile. ‘I’m sure there’s plenty of girls that would love to go with you.’
He swallowed before humming in response. He didn’t really know what to say, there’s only one girl he wanted to go with and she didn’t know.
‘I could ask around, see who still doesn’t have a date?’ She offered sweetly.
‘Thanks Sylvie but I’ll probably still be working on stuff here, show opens soon and it’s not finished yet,’ he hoped that argument would be enough to appease her but he should have known better. Sylvie was determined when she set her mind to something.
‘I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to finish everything, you work so hard you deserve a night off!’
‘I’m alright Sylvie, really. You know I’m happy when I’m building stuff, more so than I would be at a dance,’ he said, not fully believing his own words. He did want to go, he desperately wanted to go. To walk into the gym with the most beautiful girl on his arm, to spin her around when the music was fast, to hold her close when the music was slow, to end the night kissing her on her parents porch, soft and slow until her father would come out and tell them it was time to call it a night. He wanted all of it. But he wanted it with her, and she wasn’t his to want.
‘If you’re sure Matt, I just don’t want you to be left out,’ she said, slightly dejectedly.
‘You’re a good friend Sylvie, I’ll be fine, thanks though,’ he said, finally lifting his head to meet her gaze, losing himself briefly in her blue eyes. He smiled softly, ‘I look forward to hearing all about it,’ he added, knowing that Sylvie would love to tell him after the fact what music had played, what everyone was wearing, and he would sit and listen with a smile. She loved reliving the dances she had been to, and he loved listening to her, even if he felt his heart clench every time.
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The night of the dance was here and Matt was sitting in his garage, paintbrush in hand, putting the finishing touches on a table he had built for the show. The director had said they could use a standard classroom desk but it was a fairytale, a school desk had no place on that stage so Matt had taken it upon himself to build one. Sylvie had to sing a solo sat at that table, it had to be perfect.
As he stood back to admire his handiwork, his phone buzzed on the table. Expecting it to be a selfie from Kelly telling him he was missing out, he was shocked when he saw that his best friend was calling him.
‘Hey,’ he said, curiosity thick in his voice.
‘Hey, do you own a suit?’ Kelly asked quickly.
‘Umm, yeah, why?’ Matt said, his curiosity piqued.
‘Put it on and get to Stella’s now. Harrison dumped Sylvie and she’s all dressed and ready to go,’ Kelly said and Matt’s stomach dropped. He could see it in his mind, Sylvie, her dress on, her hair done, stood all alone.
‘She might not want m-’ he started, running his hand through his hair as Kelly interrupted him.
‘You’re an idiot Matt, you’re her friend, of course she wants you here. Put on your suit, get on your white horse and come and save the girl, knight in shining armour style, you love this kind of shit,’ Kelly chuckled. ‘We are supposed to be there in 15 minutes, so get a shift on.’ And with that Kelly hung up the phone.
Matt stood alone in his garage, and before he knew it, he had thrown his brushes down and was running into the house and up into his bedroom, tugging out his suit that he prayed still fitted and ran into the bathroom.
He knew how much Sylvie had been looking forward to tonight, it was all Stella and her had talked about for weeks now. And that moron had decided tonight would be the night to break up with her. How anyone could break up with Sylvie, he had no idea. But anyone with half a brain wouldn’t have done it tonight.
It took him exactly 4 minutes to get his suit on, run a brush through his hair and actually tie his bow-tie, thanks to some handy muscle memory from a family wedding the past summer when he had been made to wear it by his mother. He grabbed the flowers out of the vase that were decorating his mothers living room, shaking them to get rid of the water. They weren’t perfect but they would do. Yelling down the hall as he ran out the door that he was going to the dance and would be back late, he jumped into his truck, thanked everything that it started the first time he turned the key, and began on his way to Stella’s.
As he neared her house, his mind started to spin. Would Sylvie want to see him? Would she even want to go to the dance if Harrison had just broken up with her? Maybe she just wanted to go home.
Pulling up onto the street outside, his palms had started to sweat. It’s just a dance, he told himself, pulling it together to get out of the truck and walk up the front path, the flowers clutched tightly in front of him.
He took a second with his fist raised before he actually connected it with the wooden door, knocking loudly. Kelly opened the door, his smile wide as he winked at his friend.
‘Hey Sylvie, someone’s here for you,’ he called out loudly, stepping back to let Matt enter the house.
It took only a moment, but it felt like eternity with Matt questioning his whole existence, questioning whether him being here was even appropriate, maybe it was taking advantage of a girl's heartbreak. But when Sylvie appeared into view at the top of the steps, her smile shining as soon as she spotted him, he knew he had made the right decision.
She was stunning. She was always beautiful but tonight she was something else. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, the curls cascading down her back with her fringe tucked behind her ear. She was wearing a purple dress, the skirt flaring out just above her knees, the straps meeting behind her neck. The light from the window behind her creating a halo around her like an angel. Matt was certain his jaw was on the floor and he couldn’t help it.
‘Matt!’ She squealed, running down the stairs before throwing herself into his arms. His arms wrapped around her tightly, his head burrowing into her neck, breathing in the vanilla scent that he had come to adore, he didn’t know if it was shampoo, body wash or perfume, but he loved it. He lifted her off the ground, before spinning her around. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but when he felt her giggle into his neck he smiled.
‘What are you doing here?’ She asked when he placed her back on the ground and took a step back, his arms falling back to his side.
‘Well I heard you needed a date so,’ he held out the flowers with a smile but panicked when he saw her eyes start to fill with tears. ‘But you don’t have to, don’t cry, I just wanted to, I mean I just-’ but Sylvie shook her head as she accepted the flowers.
‘I’m crying because I’m happy,’ she said softly. ‘I would love to go with you.’ She reached out almost subconsciously to straighten his tie and brush some imaginary dust off his shoulders. ‘You scrub up well,’ she smiled.
‘Coming from you, that’s a compliment.’ Matt grinned, ‘Sylvie, you look absolutely amazing.’ He saw the blush creep up her cheeks.
‘Come on,’ she said, grabbing his hand. ‘Stella wants to take pictures before we leave.’ He let her drag him into the living room where Kelly and Stella currently were. Both smirked at him as he entered hand in hand with Sylvie.
‘Shining armour,’ Kelly whispered as he walked past him.
‘Shut up,’ Matt said but couldn’t help the smile that was still fixed to his face at the fact that Sylvie still hadn’t let go of his hand.
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Walking into the gym arm in arm with Sylvie, Matt barely had the thought to look around, to take it all in. He could focus on nothing apart from making sure he walked in a straight line, not holding the goofy smile on his face for too long and not staring at the blonde who was the reason behind that smile.
‘Wow, doesn’t it look great Matt,’ Sylvie said, squeezing his arm to bring him back to the present. Matt glanced around, it still looked like the gym he thought, but he could see the effort that had gone into making it the Winter Wonderland that had been promised. There was white and silver material draped from the ceiling to create a giant snowflake in the sky. Tables had been put out which were equally decorated in white and silver, snow globes glistening as the centrepieces and more streamers than Matt had ever seen. Instead of a classic red carpet leading into the hall, it was replaced by a silver carpet which was almost sparkling like diamonds in the spotlights that were dotted around the room.
‘It really does,’ he said. ‘Do you want me to get you a drink?’ He asked, gesturing to the table with the punch bowl set up on.
‘I’d love one,’ but just as they started to move towards the table, the music changed. ‘Oh I love this song, we have to dance!’ Sylvie said excitedly, tugging on Matt’s arm to drag him towards the dance floor.
If it had been anyone else asking him to dance, Matt would have adamantly refused but it wasn’t anyone, it was Sylvie. So he let himself get led to the middle of the dance floor, and the smile didn’t budge from his face.
He was so far out of his comfort zone, the loud music accompanied by the sound of a hall full of students singing along. Apparently it was only Matt that didn’t know the words, but with a quick glance over to Kelly who had been dragged over by Stella, he realised they were both equally lost. But looking at Sylvie who was singing loudly, jumping with her arms thrown up in the air, Matt still smiled. He let his body start to move to the music, he was sure he looked like a fool but if it made her happy then so be it.
When the song was over, Sylvie’s cheeks were a little rosy and she was slightly out of breath, ‘I could go for that drink now,’ she said, having to lean a little closer than normal to make sure she could hear him so her breath fanned across his cheek.
‘Let’s go then,’ he said and dramatically held out his arm for her half expecting her to gently swat him away but was happy to be wrong when she wrapped her small hand tightly around it. Strolling over to the drinks table with Sylvie on his arm, Matt felt like he could have fought a lion, but was sure he’d be grinning the whole time.
Matt picked up two glasses of whatever punch the school had decided was dance appropriate and followed Sylvie over to one of the tables that was currently unoccupied.
‘Not sure what flavour it is but at least it’s liquid,’ Matt said with a smirk, sliding one of the cups over to Sylvie as they sat down.
‘Thanks,’ Sylvie said and downed the drink in one. ‘I’m still not sure what flavour it was,’ she laughed loudly and Matt was sure he was starting to look like the Cheshire Cat.
‘You want mine as well?’ He offered.
‘Would it be most unladylike to say yes?’ She said, her head tilting slightly to the side.
Matt chuckled, ‘not at all, it’s all yours,’ Matt slid his own drink over to her and, similar to the other one, Sylvie drank it down in one large gulp.
The pair sat in silence for a couple of moments - Sylvie’s leg was bouncing in time to the current song choice, though what it was Matt still had no idea. He could see Kelly still dancing with Stella near the middle of the dance floor.
‘Why did you do it?’ Sylvie asked quietly. If Matt hadn’t been so attuned to her voice, he may have missed it.
‘Do what?’ He asked. He had an inkling what she was talking about but he didn’t want to assume and look like a fool.
‘Come with me tonight? You said you didn’t like dances,’ Sylvie tucked a strand of hair that had come loose behind her ear.
‘Umm,’ he debated for a second coming up with a lie, giving her some excuse like that he had decided to come anyway so was just coming to Stella’s to meet them all, but this was Sylvie. She was one of his closest friends, she deserved the truth so he took a deep breath. ‘Kelly called, said that Harrison had broken up with you,’ at which Sylvie’s head dropped and her gaze fell upon the floor, ‘he said I should get a suit and come and take you. He knew…’ he paused but decided he had started so he might as well finish, ‘he knew the reason I wasn’t coming to the dance was that the only person I wanted to go with was already going with someone else.’ Sylvie raised her head slowly at this, her eyes meeting his, blue on blue. ‘So when I had the opportunity, I jumped at it. I knew how badly you wanted to go, it’s been all you and Stella have talked about for weeks,’ he chuckled lightly. ‘You were already in your dress, your hair was done and it wasn’t right for a pretty girl like you to sit at home on a night like tonight.’
‘You wanted to come with me?’ She said slowly, and Matt couldn’t quite read her expression; curiosity, bashfulness, maybe a hint of realisation.
‘Of course,’ Matt said, his own bashfulness starting to get the better of him. ‘But you were with Harrison so it wasn’t my place.’
‘He was an idiot,’ Sylvie muttered. ‘Don’t know what I ever saw in him to be honest. Guess he was cute and actually seemed interested in me, at least to start with.’
‘He is an idiot,’ Matt smiled. ‘You deserve someone so much better Sylvie, someone who treats you the way you should be treated. Who puts you first because they want to. Who knows you’re the most beautiful girl in the room, knows when you grace that stage that the whole theatre is focused solely on you. Who understands you, who knows you picked the Speak Now dress,’ he said with a soft smile. He wasn’t sure what reaction he expected, but it wasn’t what he got.
‘Umm, I’ve got to find Stella,’ Sylvie said quickly, her face flushed as she jumped to her feet and hurried off. Matt smacked his hand onto his forehead, he had messed up, said too much, made her uncomfortable. He was just as much of an idiot as Harrison.
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Sylvie rushed off, her cheeks burning. She had to find Stella and she had to find Stella now. Grabbing her best friend's hand once she reached her on the dance floor she tugged her towards the bathroom.
‘Hey hey, what’s up?’ Stella asked, sensing her friend's distress.
‘I just, I need to talk to you,’ Sylvie said breathlessly, glancing around as she pulled Stella into the bathroom that was otherwise empty apart from a couple of juniors that she knew from the chemistry team.
‘Where’s Matt?’ Stella asked and Sylvie could see the confusion lining her friend’s face.
‘It’s Matt I need to talk to you about,’ Sylvie said as she started to pace back and forth, the other occupants sensing the tone and leaving the room quickly.
‘Okay, well I’m all ears girl.’
‘He wanted to come to the dance with me. Only me. He said that I was the most beautiful girl in the room, that I deserved better than Harrison. That I deserve someone who understands me,’ Sylvie rattled off quickly, wringing her hands together as she continued to pace.
‘And all of that information was new to you?’ Stella said, raising an eyebrow with a small smile.
‘Well…’ she tailed off and stopped pacing, her expression sifting as she leant against the counter. ‘I knew I deserved better but I didn’t think…’
‘You didn’t think you deserved Matt,’ Stella said matter of factly, coming to stand next to Sylvie.
‘No, he’s just so, so…’
‘So in love with you,’ Stella said firmly, and chuckled when her friend’s head jerked up quickly to look at her. ‘Oh you really didn’t know,’ Stella said with realisation. Sylvie shook her head.
‘He’s in love with me?’ She asked but never really expected an answer.
‘Think about it Sylvie, he hates dances and yet he’s here. He never liked theatre and yet he spends more time there than anyone else now. And don’t get me started on those birthday presents he makes you,’ Stella listed off.
Sylvie’s mind started to spin. It made so much sense, he was always there for her, he would drop everything if it was opening night and he was supposed to be somewhere else. He would pick up books that he thought she would like when he went into town and then slide them onto her bookshelf without her knowing, she only found out because she caught him one day and realised it wasn’t her parents. He had been her friend for years, the one she could turn to with anything.
Even when she started dating Harrison and Matt clearly wasn’t a fan, he never said as much, just stood by her. The only reason she started seeing Harrison is because she had liked Matt for so long and he had never made a move so she assumed her affections weren’t returned. But she had been wrong. He had liked her all this time, all this time he had felt the exact same as she did.
‘Oh,’ Sylvie’s mouth fell open, ‘I’ve been so stupid,’ she said quietly, her hand coming up to cover her mouth in realisation.
‘Oh Sylvie, but you don’t have to be anymore. If you don’t want to be anyway,’ Stella said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. ‘There’s a guy out there who really cares about you, and I’m pretty certain you feel the same, judging by your reaction.’
‘He knew this was the Speak Now dress,’ Sylvie said out loud, more to herself than to Stella. ‘The trinket box he made me for my birthday, it’s the perfect size for playbills because I mentioned one time that they were getting crumpled on my shelves.’
‘That boy has it bad for you Sylvie,’ Stella smirked.
‘What do I do?’ Sylvie asked, leaning into her friend’s embrace. She was overwhelmed, just moments ago she thought she had only a friend in Matt, had spent so long pushing down her feelings for him to now only have them all bubble up at the same time and were overtaking her system.
‘Well there’s one question,’ Sylvie looked up at Stella as she talked, ‘do you want to be with him?’
Sylvie smiled widely, laughing quietly as tears started to spill from her eyes, ‘more than anything,’ she said.
‘Then you go out there and tell him, or just ask him to dance and show him how you feel,’ and when Sylvie raised an eyebrow in question, ‘you don’t have to wait for a guy to kiss you first girl.’ Stella winked and they both burst into a fit of giggles.
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‘I think I messed up,’ Matt murmured, his head still in his hands as Kelly sat down next to him. ‘I as good as told her I’m in love with her and she ran off.’
‘Oh man, I’m sorry, I really thought she felt the same way,’ Kelly said, guilt obvious in his tone.
‘I kinda thought so too but guess I was just imagining it,’ Matt said. ‘I think I’m going to go, she obviously doesn’t want me here.’ He looked up at Kelly, ‘will you make sure she gets home okay? I don’t want to make her feel more awkward.’ If he had made her run away from him, he didn’t want to hang around and make the situation worse. She deserved more than that.
‘Of course,’ Kelly said, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder in a comforting gesture.
‘Can I have this dance?’ The soft voice of Sylvie made Matt spin around quickly to see where it had come from. Sylvie stood in front of him, one hand reaching out to him in offering, but he noticed her eyes were rimmed slightly in red, as if she had been crying. Had he made her cry?
‘Umm, yeah,’ he croaked out and placed his hand into her outstretched one and let himself get led towards the dance floor. The music had changed since Sylvie had left him at the table, slowed down so the dance floor was filled with couples moving together slowly in time with it.
When they reached the floor, Sylvie looped her arms around his neck and his hands fell naturally to her hips. They started to sway slowly, eyes locked on each other.
‘Sorry I ran,’ Sylvie said quietly, ‘I just got overwhelmed.’
‘I’m sorry to overwhelm you, if you want, you can just pretend I didn’t say anything,’ he said, hoping the offer would fix whatever he had done wrong but Sylvie shook her head.
‘I don’t want to do that,’ she smiled up at him.
‘You don’t?’ Matt said, shocked.
‘No, because I like you Matt. But hearing that, that you like me too, it just threw me off.’ Sylvie said. She had pulled herself slightly closer to him as she spoke, so their chests were almost pushed against each other.
Matt swallowed, ‘you like me?’ He couldn’t stop the grin from when they had first entered the gym from returning to his face.
‘I do, I just never thought you’d like me so I simply pretended I didn’t feel it. Not the smartest option,’ she chuckled lightly. ‘But I do, Matt, I really do.’ And before Matt realised what was happening, Sylvie had pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. They were warm and soft and everything he had ever hoped they would be. She started to pull back so he followed and melded their lips together again, sliding his arms from her hips to her back, pushing her body tight against his own, not wanting any part of them to be separated.
They pulled away from each other, but only enough to part their lips and rest their foreheads against each other.
‘Stella was right,’ Sylvie whispered. Matt pulled back so he could look at her with confusion. ‘She told me I didn’t have to wait for you to kiss me, I could just kiss you,’ she smiled softly and Matt felt his heart warm at the sight.
‘Smart girl that Stella Kidd,’ he said quietly, reaching down to press another kiss against her lips and felt her smile in response.
‘That mean I can kiss you anytime I want?’ Sylvie asked, her tongue peaking out to wet her lips as she looked up at him.
‘If I ever say no to that, please check that I’m still breathing,’ he laughed and pulled her closer into him again, her head tucked perfectly underneath his chin. They returned to swaying to the song that was playing. Matt hadn’t paid attention before, he was too preoccupied with the thought that he might have made Sylvie sad. But it was Taylor Swift playing, he had heard the song before, it was one of Sylvie’s favourites, she always put it on his truck. He didn’t know what it was called but she was singing about Romeo and Juliet and parties and ball gowns. And now he thought it would forever be one of his favourites, her singing about how their love was real. The song that was playing when the girl of his dreams said that she felt the same. The girl he had hoped for kissing him in the middle of the dance floor. The girl he was in love with being in his arms, at last.
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Okay but imagine: Halo Codename Kids Next Door AU with John being Numbah 117, Fred as Numbah 104, Kelly as Numbah 087, Linda as Numbah 58, Vannak as Numbah 134, Riz as Numbah 28 and Kai as being Numbah 125 while also being a special group of KND operatives that have no parents, mainly being orphans. Also Halsey being the adult who is aware of what they do and takes them seriously unlike the other adults.
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