CONFESSIONS OF LOVE .ᐟ
the first time either of you said “i love you.”
pairings — fraser minten, macklin celebrini, connor bedard, will smith, juraj slafkovsky, matthew schaefer, kaiden guhle x fem!reader┆彡 genres — fluff, mostly established relationships, friends to lovers and some angst in connors
warnings — reader can't speak slovak (slaf's part), reader is mentioned to drink (connor's part), a few swear words, reader calls guhle "baby" once
note — err i got carried away in some of these... (¯ ¯٥) but i tried to keep them as short as i could so pacing may feel off (as per usual). more notes at the end!
FRASER MINTEN
Long distance relationships were not for the weak.
You’ve been dating Fraser for three months now, and ever since you met in person for the first time, you don't know how you’ve been able to survive through FaceTimes and messages alone. The moment he left, you were already craving his touch.
Luckily, the Olympic break allowed you to spend some time together, albeit not much since he had to train and spend time with his family. But Fraser made sure the three days you’d spend together felt like three weeks.
Immediately on the first day, he suggests you two go out and explore your city a bit.
If you knew the amount of things Fraser would end up getting you, you probably would've brought a duffel bag.
First, you stopped by a flower shop, and you didn't need to tell him anything before he headed inside, hand remaining locked with yours. “Are your favorite flowers the same?”
You don't even remember telling him what they were, and your heart swells at the small detail he remembered. Unable to respond without sounding completely smitten, you just nod while beaming at him.
Next, you show him around a new bookstore, and you both end up shopping for a bit. Bookshopping with Fraser was always your favorite thing to do when you got to meet up, and you hate how you don't get to do it everyday. But you shake the thoughts out of your head, telling yourself to focus on the present and savor it.
Then, to your surprise, he leads you to a salon.
“Fraser, why’re we here..?” To that, he looks at you in surprise, like he can't believe you’re even asking in the first place.
“Didn't you say you had to get your nails done? I booked it for you and asked your friend for some help.”
You’ve been talking about how you kept forgetting to book your appointments and how your nails are long overdue for a change, but you weren't expecting him to book it himself. You’d expected reminders through text, but he…
Tears well in your eyes and Fraser is immediately wide-eyed, scared he did something wrong. “Was I not supposed to? I’m so sorry, I’ll cancel it—”
“No, no! It’s not that. This is just… you’re so thoughtful, Frase. Thank you.”
He let out a sigh of relief, and his usual smile returned to his face. “Okay, good, cause I was getting worried there. And this is really nothing, y/n. Trust me.”
You still couldn't wrap your head around it. You don't know if it was all just too sudden, if you felt undeserving, if it was a mix of both, or if it was something else. You just didn't understand.
“I really can't thank you enough, but I… why? Why’re you doing all of this?”
The same dumbfounded look on his face is back. “Because I love you? And you deserve this and more?”
Your eyes widen, realizing this is the first time he said it, but it looks like that’s lost on Fraser.
You’ve been meaning to tell him you love him for a while now, but refrained in fear it was too soon. And here he is, just casually dropping the bomb.
It finally dawns on Fraser when you don't reply and just stare in shock. “Wait, is that the first time I said that?”
You only nod, blinking a few more times to confirm you weren't paralyzed, even though it felt like you were.
“Oh yikes. I should've said it sooner, no?”
Then, as a smile spreads across your face, you start laughing. Here you were, overthinking whether to tell him you love him after every FaceTime, while he thought he already did say it, and is disappointed he didn't do it sooner.
“I love you so much, Fraser.”
MACKLIN CELEBRINI
You and Macklin both knew that the moment either of you would say those three words was a ticking time bomb. You were just waiting for the right moment.
Neither of you outwardly spoke about it, but you both had a way of silently communicating things, and somehow, it had turned into a competition to see who could say it first. But like good sports, you weren't just going to blurt it out to win. It had to be a special moment.
It was a little ridiculous, but all your dates recently have been spent at home, since whenever either of you would recommend going out, the idea would be shut down immediately.
“I know what you’re doing, y/n, and I’m not falling for that trap.”
“What’re you talking about? I just want to spend time with my boyfriend,” you replied, but the smirk on your face told a whole other story.
Unfortunately, your games were cut short, as it just so happened to be Macklin’s cousin’s wedding that weekend.
You’d spent the days leading up to it strategizing how you were going to say it, and you felt silly for doing so, but it was also just extremely fun.
When the day came, you felt confident in your plan. You don't know if Macklin had his own strategy and whether the level of his planning matched yours, but you were ready for whatever he was about to throw at you.
The wedding venue was gorgeous, and the perfect place for a first “I love you.” The foliage was stunning, and they designed the area with a beautiful mix of oranges and light blues.
Both the groom and the bride would say “I love you,” during their vows, and each time, you and Macklin shared a look. You'd have to clasp your hand around your mouth so tightly so as not to interrupt the ceremony with your laughter.
Later on, you were finally able to get Mack alone. You two explored the venue, and settled on a swing hanging from what looked to be an ancient tree.
Cicadas chirped alongside the faint music from inside, but louder than both was Macklin practically buzzing to say it.
It was sunset, and the sky had never looked prettier—all warm orange hues framing the view in front of you. The aisle was now empty, allowing you to fully appreciate the decor.
Swinging side by side with a gentle breeze and a calming orange sky, you fall into conversation. You talk about fond memories, and what you have envisioned for the future too. How you’d want your wedding to look.
Somewhere along the conversation, you both stop trying to win for a little while, getting lost in it. But you don’t miss the split second Macklin decides to let it out.
Just as he opened his mouth, you cut him off.
“Iloveyou!”
You said it so quickly it was almost unintelligible, but Macklin knew exactly what you said, and he’s never felt more betrayed than now.
Yep. Your great masterplan was to say it right before he was about to. Genius.
He groans, “Y/n that does not count!”
“Sure it does! We just had a heartfelt conversation in a beautiful venue, it can’t get any more romantic than that,” you said.
“Yeah but you cut me off! You noticed I was about to say it!”
“I don't know what you’re talking about, Celebrini. I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” the grin on your face only widens at how much effort he’s putting into trying not to smile right now, but it was tugging at his lips.
“Whatever. I love you too… I guess…” he said, trying to lace his voice with venom, but failing massively.
You got the first one, so he’ll just have to make sure he says it the most.
CONNOR BEDARD
Your head was spinning.
The music was too loud, your clothes felt too tight on you, it was sweaty and humid, and your head was spinning. But not because of the flashing lights or the drinks you downed, no—it was the sight of Connor and his ex talking, the smile on her face, and a smirk on his. It was the way she leaned closer and he didn't move back.
Right, you’re just friends. You feel stupid for thinking you and Connor would ever be anything more than that.
The tears pooling in your eyes forces you to look away and try to blink the tears back, but not before you see her grab his arm. You don't get to see Connor nervously pull away, pushing her a little with a stern look on his face, since you’re already on your way out.
You try to think about anything else, but your mind doesn't let you. Instead, it pulls memories of him—of all the moments that led you to thinking that maybe he liked you back.
The kiss you almost shared before someone called you, the flowers he randomly showed up with because they reminded him of you, the time he told you he felt safer with you than he did with anybody while you had him in your arms.
He was just being friendly.
The tension in the air whenever you’d lock eyes? All in your head. And the moments he’d glance down at your lips? Meant nothing at all.
At this point, tears are flowing down your face. Attempts to wipe them off do nothing as they just keep coming.
It’s not too long before you hear Connor call your name.
He regrets not noticing you leave sooner. He hated that—out of all people—it was his ex that distracted him. He didn't even want anything to do with her, and was frankly getting tired of hearing her agitating voice. When he looked around the room in hopes of finding you so you could both leave, you were nowhere to be seen.
You don't move, but you don't look back right away either. “Connor, please just leave me alone. I’ll Uber back home.”
You hate how you can't stop your lips from trembling. Connor doesn't miss the way your voice wavered.
“No, I’ll take you back—”
“Just go!” You turn around, but you can't see him clearly with all the tears in the way. You don't see the way his expression shifts, and the clear devastation in his eyes. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Connor. Go back in there, drink like hangovers don't exist, and dance with Darcy or whatever her name wa—”
“Wait—what? Darcy?”
“Darcy, Daisy—whatever. You guys were cute together anyway.”
Connor just stands there for a moment, and you’re about to turn away when he sighs.
“Y/n, how oblivious are you?”
Now it’s your turn to stand there stunned.
“...What?”
“Do you really not get it yet? After these past few months?”
“Connor, please just get to the poin—”
“I love you, y/n. You,” your eyes widen, and he takes your surprise as a chance to keep going. “I don't even know how long I’ve spent wanting you. I just know that every relationship I had never worked out because they could tell my heart was already set on someone else.”
As his words sink in, you pinch yourself just to make sure this wasn't a dream.
Connor sees the action and laughs, “This isn't a dream, y/n.”
He cups your tear-stained cheek, inching closer and closer before his lips are just inches away from yours. “Is this okay?”
You answer by closing the distance.
WILL SMITH
You always recorded your fit checks, either putting your phone on your desk, or holding it up as you pose in the mirror.
A few months into your relationship with Will, you started including him. It didn't happen often, though, since meeting up was hard with the distance between you two.
You were filming another fit check, when the door suddenly opened. You felt your heart drop for a split second before Will entered with a wide smile on his face.
“What the fuck—Will?” He giggled, and held his arms out, beckoning you into a hug. Despite your confusion, you didn't hesitate to walk over to hug him.
You were under the impression that he was supposed to be training right now and wouldn't be back until next week, but apparently Will Smith is a liar.
“What are you doing here? You’re not skipping training, are you…?” You squint your eyes at him, your hand now resting against his chest while he still has his arms around you.
He rolls his eyes, but his smile doesn't leave his face. “I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”
“Well I was scared shitless for a second there, but other than that, yeah,” you both laugh and he finally lets go of you, walking over to your full body mirror.
“Were you filming a fit check?” You nod, realizing you haven't stopped recording, and bring your phone back up as you stop beside him. “Let’s film one together.”
He hits a ridiculous pose, making you both laugh, before getting serious.
A few seconds later, he looks away from the mirror to face you, letting his eyes wander over you with a soft smile on his lips.
You hit a few poses, then lean your head in a little more before noticing he hasn't looked at the mirror since he looked away. There was something a little too soft in his gaze, and you got a bit embarrassed.
Flustered, you try to be a bit bold. “Aww, look at you,” you coo, “You look like you’re in love with me.”
“I am in love with you?” He was almost whispering when he said it, his soft voice tinged with a slight rasp beneath his Boston drawl.
Then his eyes widen almost immediately after, hands flying to cover his mouth.
You gasp before bursting out laughing, “He loves me!” you say to the camera as Will’s face turned even redder, backing out of the camera’s view.
“You got it on video too,” he covers his face and groans into his hands, but you could hear the smile in his voice. You keep laughing, panning the camera over to him.
He removes his hands and can't hold his laugh in. This definitely wasn't how he expected his first confession of love would go, but he can't really complain. Not when he gets to see you laugh like this.
That doesn't stop him from reaching over to try and cover the camera, though, and saying “Delete that!” as he chased you down around the house.
JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY
There were certain Slovak phrases Juraj refused to translate for you, no matter how much you begged for him to tell you what they meant. And it was driving you crazy because of how much he repeated them.
He always managed to slip them in. At first, you didn't pay too much attention to it, asking “What was that?” then letting it go when he refused to give you an answer. But then he kept doing it.
Studying? He’d sneak up and hug you from behind, press a kiss to the top of your head, then whisper something that definitely isn't English. Cuddling? The last thing you’d hear before drifting off is that phrase you couldn't quite make out again.
Most of the time, you wouldn't even be doing anything and Juraj would suddenly blurt it out. Like the time you were out late, driving around in his car and stopped by somewhere with a nice view. As you were gobbling your takeout down, he let out a small laugh before saying, “Milujem ťa.”
You looked up already feeling annoyed that he’d said one of the phrases again, but that annoyance faded when you saw just how good he looked at that moment, smiling at you like you were happiness itself.
You never became too familiar with a single phrase either, since he’d switch between them, but the ones you heard the most had an ‘L’ and ‘M’ sound in the beginning…or something.
You had started to accept that you’ll have to live forever not knowing what any of those phrases meant, until one particularly bad game. He came home after a tough loss feeling exhausted, but somehow, you were able to rejuvenate him.
You’d comforted him, had him join you in making dinner, and one messy, chaotic cooking session later, he forgot all about the game. No one has ever made him feel like that ever.
So as you both ate the dinner you cooked together, he finally translated it for you.
“Milujem ťa.”
“Juraj, wha—”
“—It means I love you.”
MATTHEW SCHAEFER
The first thing Matthew thinks of when he wakes up is, ‘Am I in heaven?’
Mostly because of the glaring sunlight slipping past the curtains, but also because the first thing he inhales is the scent of your shampoo, which is, well—heavenly.
Then he realizes that you’re right here, curled up beside him. He almost didn’t notice, with how perfectly snug you fit with him.
He doesn't know how long he spends just staring at you. A little creepy, maybe, but he physically couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Also, hey, you were his girlfriend!
The way the sunlight—although almost blinding—shone on your face was perfect, accentuating all your already perfect features. You really are the epitome of perfection, he thought.
This was the first time you’d stayed overnight, and his chest tightened at the thought of more mornings like this. Waking up to you in his arms, your scent on his sheets, trusting him enough to see you at your most vulnerable state.
He can't help but feel like the luckiest man alive.
You start to stir, but Matthew doesn't look away. Instead, he greets you with his insanely deep morning voice, “Good morning, beautiful.”
You open one eye first, eyes still feeling too heavy to open them both. “G’morning Matt… why’re you staring at me? Creep.”
He laughs, “Cause you’re perfect.”
You can’t roll your eyes yet, but if you could, you already would’ve. Matthew senses that and laughs even more.
“You would stare too if you had my view,” at that, the smile you were trying so hard to hold back, appears. You normally couldn't take compliments, but with him, you never felt like you had to question it. You just knew he meant them.
After bickering for a bit—with him being a big baby and not wanting to get up, and you already wanting to get the day started—you both finally make your way to the kitchen.
You worked in tandem, him in charge of the coffee, while you cooked eggs. After he loaded the coffee maker, he looked over to you, and the sight left him speechless.
His hoodie (which now belonged to you, at this point) engulfed you, and the sunlight once again caught you in the most perfect way—he was starting to believe the sun just had favorites, always angling to make you glow.
But it wasn't just the hoodie or the sun. It was the birds chirping, the pan sizzling, and the hand you had resting on your hip like you’ve done this a million times before and could do it a million times more. It all reminded him that you were his. The domesticity of it was messing with his brain, and he thinks: so long as you love him, the world can’t harm him.
Before he could realize, the words already slipped out of his mouth.
“God, I love you.”
You pause, looking at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape.
“I—I love you too?” He tilts his head, face dropping a little, and you scramble to correct your tone, “I mean—I really do! I love you, Matt. You just… caught me off guard there,” you awkwardly chuckle, and so does he.
“Sorry, I just… I don't know. I just oddly feel so loved right now,” your heart melts at his confession.
You quickly turn the stove off before anything can burn in the middle of the moment, and go to wrap your arms around him. He returns the hug, only tighter.
Yeah, he definitely could get used to this.
KAIDEN GUHLE
You loved music festivals.
You loved the easygoing atmosphere during the day, the energy at night that’s capable of birthing alter egos, and losing yourself in the music—swaying or jumping to the beat with a drink in hand.
But you especially loved it, because that’s how you met Kaiden. His pretty face caught your eye among the sea of people, and just as the artist started singing a slower, romantic song, he turned around and met your gaze. You both swear it was fate.
Since then, music festivals have become a staple in your relationship…and the setting of an event that he swore was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him.
It was late, and the energy was at its peak. The band was performing their last song of the night, and everyone—including yourself—was singing their hearts out. The lights flared out into the sky, fireworks were coming out, and all you could hear was the instruments and the singer’s voice, which was almost drowned out by the crowd.
You turn to Kaiden as the song nears its end, looking to admire the side of his face and the way the lights reflected in his eyes, but he was already looking at you. Your heart races even faster.
Everyone around you is jumping, except for Kaiden. So you grab his arms and try to pull him into it with you. He shakes his head, but a smile spreads across his face and he jumps anyway. Then he starts saying something, but you can’t hear him over the blaring drums and people yelling.
“What was that!?” You yell, still jumping to the song while he already stopped. Being super close to the stage was not helping (with both the situation at hand, and your ears).
He says it again, but you still can’t hear. He looks like he’s saying “Olive Juice,” but you’re hearing something closer to “Aloe Vera.”
“I still can’t hear you!” You lean in closer, and he mirrors you, but you recognize that the song was right about to end.
Aaand right as it stops…
“I LOVE YOU!”
…Kaiden already yelled it out, and you couldn’t stop it from happening.
Immediately, people started laughing, and even the band heard it.
“Woah, buddy! Hasn’t even been a minute since it ended, but we love you too!”
The crowd erupts into louder laughter as Kaiden buries his face in your neck, trying to hide, but it was already too late and numerous eyes were on you. The embarrassment tinted your ears red, but it was Kaiden’s words that spread warmth throughout your chest.
“Baby, look up—” you start, but he just shakes his head against your neck, refusing. His ears were unimaginably red, and you truly felt sorry for him—you really did—but you also couldn’t stop laughing.
Eventually, the laughter around you starts fading, and Kaiden finally lifts his head up. He still looks mortified, but the second your eyes meet, and he sees the smile on your face, he eases up.
Kaiden still doesn’t know how you do that—look at him and calm him down instantly—but somehow, you just can.
First “I love you”’s are always memorable, but this one definitely takes the cake.
note — if the smitty one felt familiar, it's cs i based it off a tiktok i saw! i thought it was so adorable and i've always wanted to write smthng based off it :] anyway, this was super fun to write although i had a writers block before i started writing this 😭 + my faves have to be schaefer's and guhle's! quite proud of the schaef one☝️ which also made me realize i wanna write more for him wth. least fav might be macks im sorry mack lovers i lowk was not feeling the premise but i wanted to include mack. next to macks would be wills, but i acc liked the idea i js couldnt pull it off LOL
divider credits — @/cursed-carmine and @/strangergraphics
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