ah yes. it is time for another hannah and molly headcanon extravaganza. we've been thirsty for this hoe all damn week. @gazebros
you think you know willy the first time you meet him properly.
in fact, you do know him.
you've seen him around, verbally abusing pool-goers and smoking pot on his breaks.
you've never crossed paths other than the one time you asked him where the toilets were and he blew smoke in your face.
but the first time you meet him properly it's kinda an accident, in that you weren't looking for company.
you'd just broken up with your extremely long term boyfriend that week.
y'all have a mf child together. he's three.
it wasn't a toxic relationship and it didn't end on bad terms, and you loved each other very very much, but you both agreed that you'd grown apart and you'd be better as two seperate people.
plus, you needed to keep it cool between the two of you for the sake of your son.
nonetheless, it was a bummer.
you were the only one left at the pool, and it had long since closed. you'd been sat on the side, watching the ripples and ignoring how cold and dark it was getting. the only source of light came from the LED's on the bottom of the pool.
and willy came out of the weird room thingy he sits in while people are swimming.
probably the biggest blunt you've seen since college in his hand.
"yeah. sorry. lemme get in on that, though."
you reach up to take the blunt from him and he shrugs and hands it to you.
"just broke up with this guy, um, we've been together since... i don't know, fuckin, forever. im sad, i guess. he's staying with his mom."
"oh, worm. i can get my bong."
and you don't know why you find yourself telling this random guy everything.
but you talk and smoke for hours.
willy is like a breath of fresh air.
you can't remember the last time you'd laughed until your ribs hurt.
and you've told each other like
everything there is to know about everything
and in this moment you actually feel like nobody else knows you better in the entire world
even though you've only been talking for like four hours.
by the end of the night you're basically sat in his lap.
you're so close that your lips almost touch when you light another blunt and pass it between you.
and you hear his breath hitch
"your ex didn't give you syphilis or anything, did he?"
and then suddenly his lips are on yours and he's holding your face in his hands.
and all you can feel is him
and he's warm and soft and you fist your hands into the front of his dumb poncho
and you have to go back to your apartment to fuck because he doesn't have one oops.
and you get there and you apologise for the mess because you've not been in a good place lately.
"dude i live in a fucking pool don't even worry."
thus begins Friends With Benefits.
the best sex you've literally Ever had in your life along with the best weed and the best 4am talks and a guy who talks to you like you're a normal fucking person for Once.
he literally would go down on you forever.
and he Will Not Stop until you literally yank his head away because you can't take any more.
he holds your legs apart n just Goes To Town.
that stubble on ur inner thighs yk😩
you pull his hair sometimes
nothing extreme jus a light tug yknow
he doesn't dirty talk a lot but he's very vocal. like he's not one of those guys where it feels like you're fucking an ice sculpture. he actually like, yknow, makes noise.
and tells you what he wants.
so it's just y'all hanging out and fucking for like a long time. and it's good. it's great.
no commitment or anything it's pretty chill.
you go off the radar a few times a week to spend time with your son, who's currently living with his father until you get your life in order.
one night, after a jam sesh and some soft-ass sex (it was during the shining bc that movie is Long so y'all jus ignored it n Got On With Things) willy is watching you sleep.
he just watches you for the longest time.
his heart melts when you subconsciously shuffle closer to him and bury your face in the crook of his neck.
and he realises that the feelings he has for you run deeper than he thought they did.
he realises that he might maybe a little bit love you.
you're so strong and you would do anything to protect your kid and you're not afraid of looking stupid and you make him laugh like nobody has ever made him laugh.
he thinks you're probably the most wonderful human being in the world.
you didn't plan on introducing willy to your son.
because you didn't think it would ever be anything serious and therefore not have an impact on his life.
but it had to happen at some point.
and one day he gets in your car and there's this lil curly haired toddler in the back in this lil car seat.
"this is elias. and um, we have to go sign him up for preschool."
you'd forgotten it was almost august.
willy is really nervous because he's sure he smells of pot and he doesn't really know what to do around kids.
but elias is surprisingly quiet and he giggles along to whatever dumb shit you and willy are talking about in the front seat even though he has no idea what you're saying.
willy falls even harder for you when he watches you ruffle elias' hair and kiss his head.
and elias really likes willy's poncho.
and when you get to the school and the secretary starts gushing about what a cute couple you and willy are
but you're like "thankyou so much!🥰" and take his hand and the paperwork she gives you and drag him into the waiting room.
"we are a cute couple, wills. deal with it."
he pretends not to notice when you don't let go of his hand for the rest of the day.
because y'all fuck and have been fucking for a while but this is Soft.
and you pretend not to lose your shit when willy picks up elias and you look at them both together, giggling like idiots and realise that they're all you need.
a couple months later, when the pool closes for the winter months, you realise you haven't seen him in a couple days.
which is worrying, since he lives at the pool um-
"hey, where have you been?"
and for a minute it's normal. you're talking and laughing so hard that your sides split and kissing (ft inappropriate touching)
and it gets a lil cold and he puts his obnoxious knitted poncho over you.
and he looks at you for a bit.
and you barely hear it when he whispers
"i think im in love with you."
and you love this dumb sweater wearing stoner the fuck back.
but he takes your stunned silence as rejection, mumbles some garbled apology and stands up to leave.
you run right after him, though.
it's something straight out of a romance movie, he thinks, when you spin him around by his arm and pull him down to your lips by his collar.
"i love you too. so fucking much, will."
that night you invite him to stay over.
"isn't elias staying with you right now?"
"yeah. he misses you. he keeps asking about the poncho man idk"
when he wakes up the next day after watching two and a half hours of paw patrol with your son (he kept him entertained, seeing how exhausted you were, and allowed you to nap.) you're not there.
he heads into the kitchen where you've sat elias down with a bowl of cereal and you're dancing around to whatever's playing on the radio.
and he sees a box of his stuff next to the couch. everything he owns. you must've gotten it from the pool while he was asleep.
"shit, yeah, um, you're moving in."
and he's trying so hard not to cry
at the concept of having a home
and with you, nonetheless.
he's sure he's never been so in love.
but he cries anyway, when your back is turned, when he thinks you don't know.
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