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asher having a crush on his little brothers like best friend and always coming to his games to cheer him on

Bestfriends Brother

Asher Barnett x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k

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you don’t remember when it started.

that’s the worst part.

because if you could pinpoint the exact moment, some clear, undeniable shift, you could maybe talk yourself out of it. blame it on a phase. a stupid little crush that came and went like everything else.

but it didn’t.

it stuck.

and now you’re sitting on oliver’s bedroom floor, legs crossed, controller forgotten in your lap while he’s mid-rant about something that happened at practice, and all you can think about is him.

“and then he just missed the net, like completely whiffed it, i swear- wait, are you even listening?”

you blink, dragging your attention back. “yeah. yeah, totally.”

oliver narrows his eyes at you from his spot on the bed. “you’re a terrible liar.”

you roll your eyes, tossing a pillow at him. “you’re just dramatic.”

he catches it easily, shoving it behind his back. “i’m serious. you’ve been weird all week.”

you haven’t. you’ve been careful. there’s a difference.

you shrug, leaning back on your hands. “i’m not weird. i just have other things going on.”

“like what?”

like your brain short-circuiting every time his older brother walks into a room or is mentioned in conversation. like pretending you don’t care when he ruffles your hair and calls you “kid” even though he knows you hate it because you're only a year younger than him.

“school,” you say instead, way too quickly.

oliver snorts. “you’ve never cared about school a day in your life.”

you kick his foot lightly, but your mind is already drifting again. because you know asher’s home visiting.

you heard the front door earlier. heard his voice, laughing about something, and it sent this stupid, fluttery feeling through your chest that you immediately tried to ignore.

you don’t even realize you’ve gone quiet again until oliver brings you back out of it.

“okay, seriously,” oliver says, sitting up. “what is up with you?”

“nothing,” you insist.

he doesn’t buy it. he never does.

before he can push more, there’s a knock on the door, and it swings open without waiting for an answer.

“you guys ordering food or what?” asher leans against the doorframe, one shoulder pressed to the wood, hair still slightly damp like he just got out of the shower.

your brain goes completely blank.

oliver groans. “took you long enough. we’ve been starving.”

“you’ve been complaining for ten minutes,” asher shoots back.

your gaze flickers up. big mistake. he’s already looking at you.

and then he smiles.

“hey,” he says, easy, like he always does.

“hi,” you manage, trying not to sound like your brain just melted.

oliver doesn’t notice. of course he doesn’t.

he’s too busy arguing about what to order, shoving his phone toward asher while listing off options like it’s life or death.

you stay quiet, pretending to scroll through your phone.

—

it gets worse after that.

because suddenly you’re aware. of everything. of how often asher’s around. how easily he fits into your space, into your conversations, into your life like he’s always just been there waiting for you to notice him like this.

“hey,” you say one afternoon, leaning against oliver’s locker. “do you have anything going on friday?”

he looks up, confused. “uh… practice?”

“after.”

“no? why?”

you shrug like it’s nothing. like your stomach isn’t twisting itself into knots. “i was thinking we could go to ann arbor. see ash's game.”

“ash's game?” he repeats. “since when do you care about hockey? i practically beg you to come to mine and you never do.”

you shrug again. “i don’t know. thought it could be fun.”

he eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t push. “sure. whatever.”

so you go.

—

and then you ask again a couple weeks later.

“again?”

“what?”

“you want to go again?”

“yeah,” you say, way too casual. “it was fun.”

he snorts. “you didn’t even understand half of what was happening.”

“i did too.”

“you asked me what icing was.”

you glare at him. “it’s confusing.”

“it’s not.”

“are you coming or not?”

he sighs, shaking his head. “fine. yeah.”

—

third time.

“please?”

he studies you for a second longer this time.

“what?”

“nothing,” he says slowly. “you’re just… weirdly into this all of a sudden.”

“i’m allowed to have interests.”

“since when is hockey one of them?”

you open your mouth.

close it.

“just come, please." you say instead.

he does.

—

fourth time.

he doesn’t question it.

just grabs his keys, already used to the routine.

but you can feel it. the way he keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye during the drive.

the way he notices exactly where your attention goes.

you try not to be obvious. you really try. but then asher scores and you’re on your feet. cheering, smiling and completely, undeniably focused on him.

—

fifth time.

you don’t even get the full sentence out.

“do you want to go to ann ar—”

“oh my god.”

you freeze. “what?”

“you have a crush on my brother.”

your heart drops. “what? no-”

“yes,” he says, pointing at you. “that’s why you keep dragging me to these games.”

you open your mouth but nothing comes out. oliver just stares at you, waiting. the silence stretches. long. painfully long.

“please don’t tell him,” you mumble. "i'm sorry."

he blinks. once. twice. and then he bursts out laughing. “oh my god, you’re serious.”

you shove his shoulder. “oliver.”

“this is insane,” he says, still laughing.

“it’s not that crazy.”

“it’s a little crazy.”

you groan, covering your face with your hands. “i hate you.”

“no, you don’t,” he says easily. “but wow. this explains everything.”

you peek at him through your fingers. “you’re not mad?”

“why would i be mad?”

“i don’t know. it’s your brother.”

he shrugs. “yeah. and?”

you stare at him. “that’s it?”

“that’s it.”

you lower your hands slowly. “you’re weird.”

“says the girl who’s been secretly in love with my brother for who knows how long.”

“i’m not in love with him,” you snap.

he raises an eyebrow.

you hesitate. "i just think he’s cute.”

oliver grins. “sure.”

but for the first time in weeks, you feel a little less like you’re going to spontaneously combust every time asher walks into a room or is mentioned because at least now you’re not the only one who knows.

--

you should’ve known it wouldn’t stay a secret for long. it happens a week later.

you’re back at their house, sprawled out on the couch this time instead of his bedroom floor, a movie playing that neither of you are actually watching. oliver’s on his phone, occasionally laughing at something and shoving the screen in your face.

“he’s coming down,” oliver says suddenly.

your head snaps toward him. “what?”

he doesn’t look up from his phone. “asher. he’s coming down.”

your stomach drops. “okay? and?”

“just warning you.”

“why do i need a warning?” you snap, a little too defensive.

he looks at you, slow grin spreading across his face. “relax.”

“i am relaxed.”

“you look like you’re about to throw up.”

“i hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

“what’s up, losers?”

your entire body goes stiff as asher walks in and drops down onto the couch beside you. too close. way too close.

“what are you guys watching?” he asks, glancing at the screen.

“something dumb,” oliver mutters.

asher hums.

“hey, can you grab me a water?” oliver says, looking at asher.

asher raises an eyebrow. “you have legs.”

“yeah, but you’re already up.”

“i’m literally sitting down.”

“so”

asher rolls his eyes but stands anyway. “you’re the worst.”

“love you too.”

asher disappears into the kitchen.

“oliver.”

“relax,” he says, way too amused.

asher comes back, oliver takes the water, twisting the cap open.

“so, did you know she’s been coming to all your games?”

you choke on air.

“what?” asher asks.

“yeah,” oliver continues, completely unfazed. “dragging me to ann arbor like every other week. it’s actually kind of annoying.”

“oliver-”

but it’s too late.

asher’s already looking at you, really looking at you. not the usual quick glance. not the easy, distracted attention you’re used to. this is different.

“you’ve been coming to my games?” he asks.

your brain short-circuits.

“i-um-just a couple,” you mumble, glaring at oliver.

“five times,” oliver corrects.

you kick him hard and he just laughs.

and asher’s still looking at you.

there’s something in his expression you can’t quite read. something you’ve never seen directed at you before. it makes your chest tighten.

“why?” he asks.

simple question. impossible answer.

you shrug, suddenly very interested in the thread on the sleeve of your hoodie. “i don’t know. it’s fun.”

“you hate hockey.”

“i don’t hate it.”

“you asked me what icing was,” oliver cuts in again.

“i will actually end you,” you snap.

asher huffs out a quiet laugh.

and then it goes quiet, too quiet. oliver suddenly stands up.

“i’m gonna go upstairs,” he says quickly.

you whip your head toward him but he’s already gone. traitor. now you’re alone with asher. your heart is pounding so loud you’re convinced he can hear it. you keep your eyes on your hands, picking at your nails, because looking at him feels like a mistake.

“hey,” he says, softer this time.

you don’t look up. “hi.”

there’s a pause.

and then, “is it because of me?”

your breath catches. you freeze. "what?”

“you going to the games,” he says. “is it because of me?”

there’s no teasing in his voice like you'd expect, just genuine curiosity.

you let out a shaky breath. "maybe,” you admit, barely above a whisper.

he smiles. not the easy, casual one you’re used to. something softer. something real. “took you long enough,” he says.

you blink. “what?”

he shakes his head a little. “i was starting to think i imagined it.”

“imagined what?”

“you,” he says simply. “looking at me like that.”

your brain completely shuts down. "i don’t"

“you do,” he interrupts. “you have for a while.”

you stare at him. “wait,” you say slowly. “you knew?”

“i had a feeling,” he admits. “just didn’t want to be wrong. you’re oliver’s best friend.”

“and?”

“and i didn’t want to make things weird if i was wrong.”

you huff out a small, disbelieving laugh. “it’s already weird.”

“yeah,” he says, smiling slightly. “it is. doesn’t mean i don’t feel the same, though.”

your heart stops. "huh?”

“i like you." he says like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“you’re lying,” you say automatically.

he huffs out a laugh. “i’m not.”

“why?”

“why what?”

“why would you like me?” the question slips out before you can stop it.

“because it’s you. you gonna keep coming to my games?”

you roll your eyes, but it’s softer this time. “yeah.”

asher smiles. “good.”

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+So after that Will leaves before Dakota's sister can say a word. It's really awkward between them and everyone notices especially Dakota obviously. When it's time for everyone to move out she asks if they can talk and they do. She tells him she's in love with him and everything but that she can't do it because she can't hurt her brother like that.

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i love you, i'm sorry

will horcoff x rhéaume-mullen sister!reader

word count: 0.6k

part five

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you're at the end of the year party talking to some baseball player when will comes up to you guys. 

"sorry, but we have to go." he tells you, pulling you away from him.

you open your mouth to protest, but he's already dragging you toward the exit, not even giving you a chance to process what's going on. you try to ask him why but he doesn't answer, like he's blocking you out entirely.

by the time you get back to your dorm, the door slams shut behind you, and you spin around to face him, your anger finally catching up with you. "What the fuck is your problem?!" 

he flinches slightly at your words, his eyes darting to the floor as he mutters a barely audible, "i'm sorry."

you wait for him to continue and explain why, but it's a while before he says anything else.

"i just.." he trails off, trying to put it into words without making himself seem like a complete asshole. "i just couldn't stand to see you talking to him."

"why?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. "since when does it matter to you who i talk to?"

he goes quiet again.

"wil-"

"since i realized i'm fucking in love with you, okay!" he shouts, finally looking up at you but immediately regrets it when he sees your face drop. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have said that." he tells you, turning towards the door and leaving before you can say anything. 

you stand there staring at the door, your heart pounding in your chest, as everything he just said circles in your mind. 

︵‿︵‿days later︵‿︵‿︵︵‿

it's the last night before everyone moves out. you and will have been extremely distant with each other since the other night and everyone has noticed, especially dakoda.

you all decided on one more movie night but will can't take the awkwardness anymore and bails early. 

you give it a couple minutes before telling them you're leaving to. you walk out and make your way towards will and miles dorm. 

you knock but there's no answer. "will, it's me. i know you're in there." 

he opens the door but barely. "what?"

"can we talk for a second? please?"

he hesitates for a second before opening the door wider to let you in. "yeah."

you walk in, both of you avoiding eye contact as you sit down on his bed.

"i didn't mean to make things weird between us." will tells you, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"i know. you said all that stuff the other night, and i just-"

"you didn't have to say it back," he interrupts quickly. "i didn't expect you to. i honestly didn't even mean to tell you, my emotions were just out of wack and i panicked."

you look down at your hands, starting to mess with your bracelet. "i like you too" you whisper. "but i can't- we can't do this. i don't want to hurt anyone," you continue, the words rushing out of you before you can stop them. "especially dakoda. i'm sorry."

"i don't want to hurt him either. i never wanted to be the guy that messed things up for you, for him, for anyone. but i also didn't want to keep pretending that i didn't feel this way."

"i'm sorry." you repeat.

"i get it, don't worry. i'm not mad at you. i knew this wasn't going to be easy."

you nod, neither of you saying anything for a couple minutes.

 "i should probably go," you say, standing up.

he gives you a sad smile. "have a good summer. take care of yourself."

"you too will." 

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i love you, i'm sorry

will horcoff x rhéaume-mullen sister!reader

word count: 1.0k

part four

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you're missing from movie night, and will immediately notices. he glances around the room and asks, "where's y/n?"

dakoda shrugs. "i don't know. i'll text her." 

dakoda: wya?

a couple minutes go by before dakoda gets a response from you. 

y/n: sick i just woke up

dakoda:so not coming tn ig

y/n: no :(

dakoda: alright if you need anything lmk

y/n: k

"she's sick. you can start the movie." dakoda tells them all, locking his phone.

will nods, flopping down into his usual lovesac.

he gives it about twenty minutes before using his same 'i have to go. i forgot i have an assignment due tonight' excuse. the one dakoda still somehow hasn't caught on to but everyone else has.

he stops at the little convince store on campus and grabs some tea, tissues, soup, and even a small stuffed animal that reminded him of the plushies you kept in your dorm. he threw in a couple of your favorite snacks, ones that didn't need any prep, just in case you didn't feel like eating much.

when he gets to your dorm, your roommate is in the process of leaving. he knocks lighlty, nerves bubbling up in his chest. he didn't know what it was, but being around you had started to feel different lately. he wasn't used to wanting to help someone this much.

your roommate grabs her purse and opens the door, looking over at you. "will's here."

"he can come in." you tell her, rolling over.

"i was going to say if you need anything to call, but i'm sure you won't need me now." she says, smirking.

you roll your eyes. "have a good night."

"you too."

"sorry horcoff, come in." she tells him, stepping aside. 

will walks in and she walks out, shutting the door behind her.

you sit up, looking like a wreck with messy hair and a flushed face. 

"hey," he says, his voice softer than usual. "i brought you something."

he hands you a cup of tea. "your usual."

you blink a few times, clearly surprised, as he sets the basket on your bed. "will, you didn't have to.."

"i know, but i wanted to. you're sick. and i figured the usual movie night setup wasn't gonna work, so i thought i'd bring the movie night to you."

you smile weakly, and his heart flutters. you were always so strong, always the life of the party, so seeing you like this made him want to do whatever it took to make you feel better.

you take a sip of the tea and put it on your nightstand. "thank you. i just don't want you to get sick."

"i'll be fine." he tells you sitting down on the bed, pushing the basket towards you.

you go through it, kind of shocked at how he remembered all of your favorite things.  "a penguin!"

"mhm, i remembered the story about when you guys went to the zoo and dakoda had to literally drag you away from them." he smiles as you hold it close to your chest. "snack wise i got you a little bit of everything because i didn't know what you would be feeling up to eating."

"thanks will. i really appreciate it."

will shrugs. "i mean you're worth it, plus i need to keep my tutor healthy."

you laugh. "oh, that's all this is about, huh." 

"no." he shakes his head. "honestly, i just like spending time with you. how are you feeling?"

"better than i was when i woke up, but still shitty."

will frowns. "i hate seeing you like this. i wish there was something i could do to make it all go away."

"getting me tea and snacks is helping more than you think." 

"good. i'm glad. if you want, we could watch our show or a movie..." he trails off before adding, "i mean, if you're up for it."

"our show?"

he nods and grabs the remote from your night stand, putting it on. he waits for you to cuddle up to him like you usually do, and when you don't he looks over at you like he's offended. "do i smell or something?"

"i don't want to get you sick."

"i'm already laying in your germ infested bed. cuddle with me, sicko."

you laugh and move over to cuddle with him. you curl into his side and will shifts slightly to wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in the rest of the way.

"this okay?"

"mhm." you hum, letting yourself relax against him.

part way through the episode you go into a coughing fit and he immediately sits up and reaches for your cup of tea, handing it to you.

you take a sip and manage to get a "thank you" out before the coughing starts again.

he gently rubs your back and waits until the fit subsides before speaking again. "you okay?"

you nod weakly, still trying to catch your breath. "yeah.. this cold's just kicking my ass." you hold the cup out to him and he takes it, putting it back on the stand.

you lay back down and he frowns, adjusting his position to make sure you're as comfortable as possible. "i hate seeing you like this. if you need me to go grab anything just let me know."

"i'm fine right now, thank you though."

he gives you a  skeptical look but doesn't push it. "if you say so."

you cuddle back into his side, resting your head against his chest. "thank you for taking care of me."

"you don't have to thank me. you're always taking care of everyone else, it's about time someone takes care of you." he tells you, kicking the blanket up enough so he can grab it to cover you.

the episode continues to play in the background, and you let yourself relax again, focusing on will's heartbeat more than your discomfort. you drift in and out of consciousness, the exhaustion of being sick finally catching up with you.

"you can go to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up."

"you sure?" you ask, your eyes already starting to close. 

"i'm sure." will nods, his hand gently brushing through your hair. "just rest, okay? you need it."

you nod and let the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a peaceful sleep.

[d0nks7]

i love you, i'm sorry

will horcoff x rhéaume-mullen sister!reader

word count: 0.9k

part three

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somehow, the lines blurred over the past few weeks. maybe it was the night that he brought you home from that stupid frat party, or maybe it was because you got asked to tutor him and were forced to hang out more. either way, the study sessions that started in the library moved to the dorms. late-night walks for coffee turned into late-night walks for no reason at all. you're not sure when it started feeling different, but now you're here: half-distracted by the way his stupid hair flops into his eyes, doing all the work while he scrolls through tiktok.

you sigh and glance over.

he's already looking at you, laying on his side, one arm bent under his head, his phone's paused on some video. "what?" 

"help me," you mutter. "this is your assignment."

he groans dramatically and rolls onto his back. but that's all he does. no movement toward the laptop, no attempt at notes. just that. "let's watch an episode of our show and then i'll help."

you narrow your eyes. "no."

"pleaseeeeee," he says, dragging out the word with a pout.

"will, you're getting closer and closer to the deadline."

he gives you that look, the one that he knows can get him out of things, the one that makes your chest feel weird and fluttery. then he leans up, peering over at the screen like he's suddenly interested in the assignment.

"just one episode and i swear i'll start."

you scoff. "no. we both know 'just one episode' doesn't work with us."

but before you can stop him, he's swiping the laptop from your lap, screen snapping shut.

"will!" you gasp.

"it's saved!" he says, smiling, setting the laptop on his nightstand. "i made sure. i promise. one episode, and that's it. you're stressing yourself out over something i can get done in one hour max."

you cross your arms. "you're the reason i'm stressing out. if you can get it done in an hour max why can't you just do it now and then we can watch our show."

"i'll get it done." he reassures you. "i still have three days."

"you have one. you'll be busy friday." 

"well, i'll still get it done. i promise." he tells you and you roll your eyes as he plays the episode.

the episode drags on and ends on a cliff hanger, and by the time the second one ends it's already 11:30 p.m. "okay, that's enough. you need to work now."

he nods, grabbing his laptop and notes from his nightstand. 

you guys spend the next couple hours working on it, by the time you finish it's 4am and will tells you just to stay the night again.

you're laying in his bed, backs facing each other.

"are you still awake?" will's voice breaks the silence again.

"mhm." you hum. 

"y'know i don't think i'm ever going to get tired of doing this with you." 

"what do you mean?" 

"i mean all of this. hanging out, studying late, watching stupid shows, you bitching at me because i don't want to do my work."

you smile. "it's a good thing you like it, because i don't think you're getting out of it anytime soon."

"good. i think you secretly enjoy hanging out with me to. you just don't want to admit it."

"maybe a little bit...." you admit. "i don't enjoy your procrastination though."

"hey. i'm working on it, okay."

"mhm."

will laughs. "we should probably go to sleep."

"probably."

"goodnight."

"goodnight."

︵‿︵‿the next morning︵‿︵‿︵︵‿

you wake up the next morning wrapped around will and he's playing with your hair. "morning."

"morning."

"good morning." 

you jump, sitting up to see miles in his bed. "when did you come back."

"seven." miles smirks. "didn't realize you two were so close."

"we're not. we were studying and she just crashed." will tells him.

"again. for the the second time this week. you're going to need to find a new excuse, buddy."

you roll your eyes. "it's not an excuse, that's literally what happened. we didn't get done with his econ until 4."

"mhm. whatever you say."

︵‿︵later in the day‿︵‿︵

it's movie night in dakoda and michael's dorm, and there's barely enough room for everyone. you're on the floor in front of will who's on the love sac. his knee keeps bumping your back, and at one point he casually rests his chin on your shoulder to make some dumb comment about the plot.

michael looks over at the two of you and rolls his eyes. "can you two stop whispering?"

you both shut up, but only for like a minute.

"y'know, i think you two just need to admit that you're dating already." miles says, looking over which makes every head turns toward you and will.

dakoda laughs. "please, that'll never happen. funny joke, though."

you and will awkwardly laugh it off. 

"yeah, no. could you imagine?"

"right. us? come on. we're just friends."

"besties," you add, thumbs up.

everyone goes back to the movie, well besides michael and miles, who are now whispering back and forth to each other.

the movie ends and you stand up, making dakoda look over at you. "you're leaving already? we only watched one movie."

you nod. "i have a bunch of assignments due tonight."

"i'm heading out too. i have to finish my speech."

you turn around as will stands up. miles, hunter, and michael all start laughing.

dakoda frowns. "whatever. text me when you get to your dorm." 

"i will." you tell him, walking towards the door. 

will follows you out and before the door shuts you hear, "will you three knock it off. they aren't together." 

[d0nks7]

i love you, i'm sorry

will horcoff x rhéaume-mullen sister!reader

word count: 1.0k

part 2

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you just finished asking all of the players the monday question when coach naurato calls you into his office.

"i need you to tutor one of the guys for me. he's not doing so well in econ."

you nod. "okay, who is it?"

"horcoff."

of course it is

︵‿︵‿later that week︵‿︵‿︵︵‿

he's sitting at one of the tables with his airpods in on his phone when you get there.

you drop your bag onto the floor before sitting down, making him jump. he takes one of his airpods out and stares at you.

"naur assigned you?"

you nod, pulling your laptop out. "econ, right."

"i- uh. yeah. you don't have to do this."

you raise an eyebrow. "yeah, i kinda do actually. coach said if you fail another quiz, you're benched. so here i am."

will shifts in his seat, suddenly very interested in the label on his water bottle. "i just didn't think it'd be you."

"what's that supposed to mean?" you ask, typing in the password to your laptop.

"nothing," he mumbles. "i just thought they'd get, like, an actual tutor."

you pause mid-click on your laptop. "okay, rude."

his ears go red. "no, i didn't mean it like that. i'm sorry."

"hm. i actually know what i'm doing, believe it or not. i got a 4.0 last semester and econ's kinda my thing. so unless you'd rather flunk and have naurato breathing down your neck for the rest of the season-"

"okay," he interrupts you. "teach me."

you pull up the shared drive folder and slide your laptop slightly toward him so he can see the screen.

you clear your throat. "okay, so this is the outline for the next quiz. it's mostly marginal analysis and opportunity cost. pretty basic stuff."

"mm," he hums, nodding like he understands, but the blank look in his eyes says otherwise.

you glance at him. "you don't know what either of those things are, do you?"

will shrugs. "i mean opportunity cost is like, uh... choosing one thing over another?"

"not terrible," you mutter. "but also not helpful. we'll start from the top."

he sits up straighter, trying to look like he's ready to learn, but you notice the way he keeps fidgeting, tapping his fingers on the table, bouncing his knee under it. you ignore it, or at least you try to.

"so, say you've got two hours free on a friday. you can either study for econ, or go to a party-"

"really?" he interrupts again. "we're using that example?"

you shoot him a look. "do you want to pass or not?"

"right. sorry."

you hate how polite he is now. ever since that night, ever since he pulled you down from the table, he's been treating you like glass which has led you to avoid him as much as possible. 

you shake the thought away and refocus. "okay, so. if you choose to party instead of study, the opportunity cost is the time you could've used to improve your grade."

he nods slowly. "right. so if i fail the quiz, it's your fault."

you laugh. "no. it's your fault for choosing to suck at econ."

he smiles a little and you look back at your laptop. 

"we'll talk about it after."

"talk about what?"

"y/n."

you sigh. "why?"

"because it's weird now, and i don't want it to be."

"it isn't weird."

will rolls his eyes. "you've literally been avoiding me since it happened." 

you press your lips together, staring hard at the spreadsheet on your screen. "i haven't been avoiding you."

"you left without saying anything."

"i didn't want anyone to walk in on us like that and get the wrong idea."

he nods. "but you didn't go to truss' saturday."

"i slept in."

"and you ghosted the group chat for the whole week."

"i was busy."

he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "you always have an excuse. doesn't make it not true."

"kay. fine. maybe i was avoiding you."

he blinks, surprised you actually admitted it. "why?"

you hesitate, starting to mess with your bracelet. "i was embarrassed." 

"why?"

you scoff, eyes glued to your bracelet still. "i literally danced half-naked on a frat table."

"yeah, but i wasn't judging you. even though i was pissed. i was scared too."

"scared?"

he nods. "i've heard how those nights end. drunk girls with the wrong people. and i just kept thinking, what if i hadn't been there?" his jaw clenches a bit. "you could've gotten hurt."

your stomach knots. you know he's right. you knew it since that moment he dragged you off the table. you just hadn't let yourself really feel it until now.

"i didn't mean to worry you," you whisper. "i just felt really alone that night and i wanted to forget all of it for a little bit."

will exhales, uncrossing his arms. "i get that, but next time if you're ever feeling like that again, call me. i don't care what time it is. just call or show up."

you nod. "okay."

"good. now back to opportunity cost and marginal analysis or whatever it is."

"right. so, opportunity cost is about making choices. the opportunity cost of choosing the party is the potential better grade you could've earned by studying. marginal analysis looks at the benefit of choosing one option over another, basically measuring how much better you're off with one decision versus the other. so if you choose to study, your marginal benefit is the potential for a higher grade. if you choose to go to the party, the marginal benefit is.. well, fun and socializing, i guess."

he raises an eyebrow. "so the cost is what you're sacrificing?"

"exactly. choosing to study costs you the fun of the party, but the marginal benefit of studying is a higher grade."

will taps his fingers on the table, thinking. "you're actually kinda good at this. i actually kind of understand now."

"good, then try your worksheet. if you have questions ask."

"okay."

he pulls his laptop closer to him and gets started. you work on your assignments while he does it, glancing over every so often to make sure he's not stuck.

after about twenty minutes he turns his laptop towards you. "check please."

you go through his worksheet and surprisingly they're all right. "you got the hang of those ones pretty quick. you got them all right." you tell him, turning the laptop back to him. 

"all thanks to you. are we done?"

you nod. "for today. you did good."

"thank you. and you're good now, right? with... everything?"

you take a deep breath, nodding slowly. "yeah, i'm fine."

he gives you a small smile before standing up. "cool. well, i'll see you around. thanks again."

"yeah,  no problem." you tell him, standing up too. "have a good night."

"you too."

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i love you, i'm sorry

will horcoff x rhéaume-mullen sister!reader

word count: 0.9k you are crammed into a room full of people you don't really know, with a drink in your hand.

you have no idea how many drinks you've had, just enough that your dancing up on one of the gross sticky tables at one of the frats.

"strip!" someone yells, and in your drunk haze, you do it. you rip your shirt off and toss it at one of the guys who's egging you on, but before you can do anything else, you're yanked off the table.

"hey! put me down!" you yell, punching the guys back but he just laughs in response.

"no. what the hell is wrong with you." he snaps. "dakoda would fucking kill you if he knew what you were just doing."

you freeze, your heart sinking in your chest when you realize who is carrying you. of all people, it had to be will who saw you.

the cold air hits you in the face as he walks outside. he doesn't say anything else, just sets you down and pulls off his hoodie, sliding it over your head.

"will, i-" you start to say, but he cuts you off.

"don't. do you have your dorm key?"

you shake your head and he sighs, squeezing his temples. "alright you're staying with me then. let's go."

he starts walking and you try to walk with him but you almost face plant right onto the sidewalk. will quickly grabs you before you can go down.

"for fuck's sake," he mutters, shaking his head. "alright. just get on." he tells you and crouches down in front of you.

"huh?"

"piggyback ride. we're not walking like this," he says, glancing over his shoulder at you. "come on."

you hesitate but climb onto his back, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders as he hooks his hands under your thighs and stands up.

"thank you,"

"mhm. you're an idiot," he replies, but there's no actual bite behind his words.

"will-"

"what the hell were you thinking?"

"i wasn't."

"yeah, no shit." he scoffs, shaking his head. "you're lucky it was me who pulled you down and not some creep trying to take advantage of you."

your chest tightens again. you know he's right. it was stupid. you just didn't care at the time, or maybe you did, but the alcohol made it easy to ignore.

by the time you get to his dorm your head is spinning. he pushes the door open and walks over to his bed and kneels slightly so you can slide off his back. the moment your feet hit the floor, you sway again but he steadies you.

"sit," he orders, pointing at the bed.

you sit and watch as will moves around the room, rummaging through his drawers before tossing a pair of sweats onto your lap.

"put those on," he says. "i'll turn around."

he turns around and you stand up. you manage to get your skirt off and tug on the sweats. they're huge on you, the waistband barely staying up.

"okay."

will turns back around and shakes his head. "jesus, they're practically falling off you."

you just shrug. "i mean you are like a foot if not more taller than me."

he nods and grabs the trashcan, setting it next to the bed. "just incase." he says, studying you for a moment. "get some sleep. i'll take the floor."

you frown. "but"

"no 'buts'. you need the bed more than i do."

you lay down as he grabs an extra blanket from his closet.

"you scared the shit out of me tonight."

"i didn't mean to."

"i know," he mutters. "but you can't just do that. you know what kind of people hang around those parties." 

you know he's right but you don't want to talk about it anymore so you keep quiet.

silence settles between you. your body feels exhausted but your mind won't slow down.

"can you lie up here with me?" you whisper.

will turns his head slightly. "huh?"

"just for a little while. you don't have to, i just..." you trail off, unsure how to explain the feeling gnawing at you, the loneliness, the shame, the overwhelming exhaustion.

will exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "yeah." he says, pushing himself up and getting into bed with you.

"get some sleep," he murmurs.

_the next morning_

you wake up with not only a bad hangover but will's arm draped over your waist. you pry his arm off and slide out of bed. he stirs slightly but you hold your breath, waiting until he settles again before tiptoeing away. 

you grab your skirt off the floor and quietly slip out the door.

but immediately regret it.

because standing in the hallway, looking like he just hit the goddamn jackpot, is hunter.

he takes one look at you wearing will's oversized hoodie, sweatpants barely clinging to your hips, your skirt balled up in your hand. 

his eyes widen before a shit-eating smirk spreads across his face. "oh my god."

you freeze. "no, it's not what it looks like."

hunter crosses his arms. "so you're telling me you didn't just walk out of will's room, wearing his clothes, looking like you had a long night?"

you groan, rubbing your temple. "hunter, i swear nothing happened."

"uh huh." he nods, clearly not believing a word you just said. "better hope dakoda doesn't find out."

"he's not going to because nothing happened. i got drunk and didn't have my key to get back into my dorm so he let me stay with him. that was it. and if dakoda does find out i'll know it was you because will isn't going to say anything to him."

"mhm. you should get going before someone else sees you like that. wouldn't want anyone else to get the wrong idea, would you?"

"yeah.." you mutter, walking past him. "thanks for the advice, make sure you keep your mouth shut."

[d0nks7]

so for whatever reason my inbox decided to delete all of my requests at some point overnight. if any of you remember your requests can you please send them again/any new ones! thank youuu! here's a list of people i write for. if there's anyone not on the list that you would like me to write for just ask

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Hey I was just wondering if you deleted the will horcoff x datoka’s twin sister story because I can’t find it on here anymore

I’m editing it and updating. It’ll be back up soon!

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Planning on writing later! Do we want fluff, spicy or both?

Fluff

Spicy

Both

For me

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[d0nks7]

ugh he looks so good his hair is getting so long too 😗

he does!!! I also thinks he looks good with the facial hair. When I saw him at the end of February he just had a little stache.

[d0nks7]

HOLY FUCK

[d0nks7]

maybe first time with koda and it’s just really sweet

18+ MINORS DNI

your first time

dakoda rhéaume-mullen x fem!reader

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you and dakoda are laying in his bed watching a movie. his mom knocks on his door, causing the both of you to instantly scoot apart as if you were doing something way worse than just cuddling. "come in." 

she opens the door just enough to poke her head in. "i'm running to the store real fast before dinner. behave." she tells the two of you before leaving and pulling the door shut behind her.

the two of you settle back in to how you were before, except this time his hand is a little lower on your side. he gently slides his hand down and starts drawing circles on your thigh with his thumb.

you shiver slightly at the touch, trying to stay focused on the movie but failing miserably with his hand wandering. "koda" you murmur as his hand slips under your shorts.

dakoda pauses, raising an eyebrow at your breathy tone. "hmmm?" that damn cocky smirk is already curving his lips as he lets his fingers skim a little higher just under the edge of your shorts, drawing lazy patterns along the sensitive skin there. "something wrong, baby?" 

you shake your head no, letting yourself fully settle into his touch. you guys have tried messing around and doing stuff before but you guys either got interrupted by michael or one of your guys' parents, or you chickened out once he went to start fingering you. "don't stop."

he keeps tracing those lazy circles on the inside of your thigh, so close to where you really want him to touch but not quite there yet. "you're sure this is okay?" he asks, his voice softer.

you turn your face into his shoulder and nod against him. "i'm sure," you whisper. "i want you." 

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and his hand slides up just right, fingers brushing over the fabric of your underwear with the lightest amount of pressure. you gasp, pressing into his touch. 

he laughs quietly, but there's no cockiness in it. "can i take these off?" 

"mhm." you hum and he slides your shorts and underwear off. 

he lets out a shaky breath as he tosses your clothes aside.his fingers slowly trail back up your thigh, before finally sliding through your folds. you squeeze your eyes shut and arch into his touch with a soft whimper.

"look at me" he murmurs, his voice rough.

you open your eyes to find him watching you, really watching, like every twitch of your face, every flutter of your lashes matters. he inserts a finger and you gasp loud enough that both of you freeze for a second. 

"you're okay." he tells you, leaning down to kiss you as his finger keeps moving deep inside you. the kiss is soft at first then slowly deepens as his finger starts moving in a steady rhythm, curling just right inside you. a second finger joins, stretching you gently, and you moan into his mouth.

he takes it all in, the sounds, the way your hips rock against his hand, the flush spreading across your chest and neck. "feel good?" he mumbles between kisses, thumb brushing over your clit in slow circles.

"mhm, s'good..."

he smiles against your lips before pulling back to look at you. "do you want me to try putting it in?"

you look up at dakoda and nod, barely more than a twitch of your chin. "yeah."

he leans down to kiss you again. "i'll go slow" he tells you before shifting over you. he takes his shorts and boxers off and reaches over and grabs a condom from his nightstand and then he's back, hovering above you. you watch anxiously as he slides the condom on. he tosses the wrapper on the bed and rests his hands on your hips. "tell me if anything hurts and i'll stop, okay." 

"okay."

he lines himself up and gently pushes in, inch by inch until he's fully inside you, studying your face to make sure you're okay. 

"you okay?" he asks, his voice cracking slightly.

"i'm okay. you can move."

he braces his elbows on either side of your shoulders, holding himself up over you. the look on his face almost takes your breath away. there's an intense kind of focus that you've never seen before. 

he starts out slow to give you time to adjust to him before picking up the pace enough to make your back arch off the bed. 

"you feel so good" he presses a rough kiss to the side of your neck, groaning a little bit as you dig your nails into his biceps. "fuck." he groans against your neck, hips rolling deeper as his rhythm picks up, still in control, but barely.

your breath hitches every time he hits that spot, and he notices. of course he does. he always notices everything about you.

he shifts slightly, one hand sliding under your back to pull you even closer. "right there?" he whispers between ragged breaths, kissing your jaw when you whimper in response.

you can’t even bother to form words right now, so you just nod fast and cling tighter as the warmth coiling low in your stomach starts to spiral out of control.

he laughs softly. "yeah? then let go for me. i've got you."

you can't hold it back anymore. the high crashes over you like a wave, your body tightening around him as you shudder beneath his touch, a soft moan muffled against his shoulder. 

he holds you through it, kissing your temple, your jaw, whispering how good you feel around him like he’s memorizing every second.

only when your breathing starts to slow does he let himself go, burying his face in your neck with a groan as he releases into the condom. 

the sound of your harsh breathing, and his, fills the air. his forehead rests on yours, his eyes shut as he fights to bring his breathing back to a normal rhythm. after a moment he finally finds the strength to move, he rolls off of you, collapsing onto his back.

he takes the condom off and tosses it into the trash can before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. "you okay?" he asks, brushing the hair from your face.

you nod, rolling over to face him. "i'm good.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[d0nks7]

yes yes i love the fics please keep posting

Okay, thank you! I should have more up tonight!!