#big slick 2025

[dailysudeikis]

Jason Sudeikis and Paul Rudd signing autographs at Big Slick.

[polkadotjohnson]

(edited from)

[jentheone12]

Photos that I have screenshoted since my mobile while I was seeing Sal' Ig stories in the end of the past month! :)

[polkadotjohnson]

dastmalchian$4.5 MILLION RAISED FOR @childrensmercy at @bigslickkc this weekend. everyone came together and made something truly incredible happen to support this amazing hospital. thanks to every staff member, family member, volunteer, host, patient, doctor, nurse and DONOR for uniting in a herculean effort of hope and faith in possibility of health, healing and love. Peter's $1800

📸 || David vía Instagram.

Big Slick 2025.

[starliteonearth]

So I wasn't delusional when I thought Abbot was trying to show off to Samira in episode 14 lol

[chososcutie]

જ⁀➴ cw. fem!reader, scissoring, praise, petnames

just thinking about bumpin' twitchy clits with shoko, bodies melding together perfectly as she has your plush thighs sprawled out, slotting herself in between with a soft smile and a whisper of, "so wet already, honey?"

you let off a whine, trying to hide your face, both sweltering hot pussies rubbing and glissading back n' forth in unison almost too much for you to take as the pulsing thumps! of your clits throbbing simultaneously makes you gulp down big, gasping heaves of breath.

shoko lets out a soft laugh, finger tipping your chin up, low hooded brown pupils dilated. "eyes on me, sugar. wanna watch you fall apart for me."

you moan, as the stickiness between you intensifies, the sloshing slick of sheeny, sensitive cunts gliding over each other making you breathless, each sloppy grind n' bump drawing you closer to the steep edge you were clinging to.

slippery mounds jostle together, thin strings of arousal connecting you in a lil' web each time you separate, the room filled with lewd squelching.

one of her fingers comes to pry your sticky legs apart, toying with your pulsating slit as she swirls the tip of her digit in your gleaming coating of arousal, lifting it to her glossed lips to suck off with a moan.

"s-so nasty, sho'.." you whimper, head falling back in breathless pleasure as you feel a familiar tautness coiling low in your tummy.

"ohh, you know you love it, sweets." she hums sultrily, leaning back as she pulls you closer until your clits pulse steadily together like two heartbeats a part of one body. "now c'mon, work for it, yeah?"

almost feverishly, you glide your slick pussy against her with an almost carnal desperation, gluey lips molding together. her soft, raspy breaths of encouragement urge you on, until your stomach is wound so painfully tight, you feel like you're gonna burst.

shoko's pussy slowly rubs against you in slow circles, as she coos into your ear. "cum for me, darling."

and you do, back arching and lips fallen slack, drool seeping from the corners as your mind goes blank, absolutely gushing pools n' pools of saturated syrup from your drooling cunt, shoko's own hot, tepid orgasm following as rivulets of her warmth surge against you in a torrent of overwhelming wetness.

it's all so hot, and humid, sweatily sheened bodies glowing from the aftershocks of pleasure, and as you lean back, shoko's warm, smokey breaths ghost over your lips before coming to press stickily against them.

you close your eyes, but then she separates, and you feel her soft body reaching over you, shuffling through a bedside drawer.

"what are you doing, sho?"

"getting the strap."

© 2025 CHOSOSCUTIE. please don't copy or translate any of my works. all rights reserved.

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[emisluvr]

omg if u can, can u write about reader with big tits and heejay being obsessed with them, constantly needing them in their mouth, touching them etc !!

- i love ur blog im new here and ur already one of my favorites!!!

awh tyty anon !! <3 i look forward to seeing you more on my blog mwah

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), threesome, breast + cum play, titfucking

"fuck, look at them," heeseung groans, thumb circling over your nipple as you lay between him and jay, tits completely bare and out for them both. "how are they real?"

jay hums, leaning in to kiss the soft flesh of your breast, lips dragging across the sensitive skin as he palms the other. "they’re perfect," he mutters, voice low. "so fucking soft too."

both boys are way too obsessed, constantly competing for who gets to touch, kiss, or suck on them first. your tits are warm and heavy in their hands, nipples perked, and not to mention slightly slick with their saliva, left behind from all their licking and sucking.

heeseung leans down first, mouthing at one with his tongue while jay focuses on the other, wrapping his lips around your nipple and gently sucking the bud.

you gasp, back arching off the bed as their mouths work sloppily and lick the delicate skin that are your breasts.

"are they always this sensitive?" jay whispers, smirking as your breath gets caught in your throat. "she’s probably just desperate to get fucked," heeseung mutters, pulling off your nipple with a wet pop.

heeseung moves his hand lower to spread your legs while jay keeps teasing your tits—fingers flicking the bud, tongue swirling, wet kisses everywhere, it all felt so overwhelming.

heeseung slowly strokes his cock while jay fucks your tits from above, sliding between the soft flesh while you hold them together for him, his tip brushing against your chin with every thrust.

"fuck, baby," jay groans, "they were made for this."

heeseung cums first, releasing his warm spurts across your pressed tits with a low groan, and jay follows soon after, hips stuttering as he spills over your breasts, covering every inch of the skin.

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

[yeonayearns]

Delinquent!Sukuna who always gives you a headache every single time.

Pairing: Delinquent!Sukuna x Student council!reader

content/warning: MDNI, fem!reader contains smut, Sukuna being a menace to you, doggystyle, rough seggs, teasing, cunnilingus, bending you over the table, kuna getting hard, oral (fem! Receiving), cumming

a/n: Might turn this head canon into a full fanfic with chapters..what do you guys think? (I did not proofread this)

Delinquent!Sukuna who always gets into trouble, you can’t even count how many times has he been sent to the principal’s office and then get scolded by you.

Delinquent!Sukuna who doesn’t give a damn when you’re scolding him, he just leans more into the small chair, complaining how his wall of muscles can’t fit in the chair.

“So? It’s not my fault you’re such a big back.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“What did you say? I’m not a fucking big back, it’s all muscles, brat.”

Delinquent!Sukuna Who keep itching for a fight while he was waiting for his detention time to end. He even tried escaping, but you did not give him a chance.

“It’s fucking boring in here, can’t even light up a cig in here without getting yelled at a millisecond later.”

“Why do you always keep getting into fights if the only result is you getting injured and detention?”

“I have my own reasons, mind your own business, brat.”

Delinquent!Sukuna who acts like he hates when you treat his injuries, but in reality, he finds it hot, always blushing everytime you touch him.

In addition, Delinquent!Sukuna gets hard when you touch a certain part of him, around his chest and neck. He may be purposely letting those parts get punched so you could touch them once more.

Delinquent!Sukuna Who gets impatient waiting for his detention time to end , having enough with your blabbering, he pinned you down on the table.

“Sukuna! What are you doing, mister?!” You said, trying to get him off you.

“You know fully well that you pushed my buttons too far, brat. You think getting away with scolding could save you?” He growled.

Delinquent!Sukuna who asked for your permission to make out with you, he might be a troublemaker, but he could never force you to make out with him.

Once you agreed to his request, he put his lips onto yours, kissing you with passion. He parted your lips with his finger as he was tongue kissing you.

“H—Haaah…Sukuna..what if someone walks in—“

“Let them walk in for all I care, mmm..gonna let em’ know that they’ve been missing out on you, but that doesn’t matter because you’re in my arms now..”

Delinquent!Sukuna Who lifted up your skirt, desperate to take off your panties. He’s been waiting for this moment, and when he finally put your panties to the side, and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it slowly, teasing you.

Delinquent!Sukuna Who was dirty talking to you while shoving his fingers in your slick pussy, fingers curving to hit your g-spot, making you arch your back in pleasure.

Delinquent!Sukuna Who fucks you doggystyle like his life depends on it, his cock going deeppp—inside of you, hitting all the right spots each and every thrust.

Delinquent!Sukuna who makes sure to hide the evidence of the messy fuck session once he made you orgasm at least 5 times. He also cleaned you up by licking your pussy clean, your poor overstimulated body still arching as he laps your juices mix with his cum.

Delinquent!Sukuna who acts all casual once the principal enters the room, acting like he didn’t almost just break you just now. When the principal asked you how was he handled his detention time, you couldn’t even say a word, just pure speechless, so he talked for you instead.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just exhausted from handling all her student council work. As for me handling the detention, I’d say it was pretty fun actually.” He smirked, pushing past the principal as he nonchalantly walked out.

That won’t be the last time he’ll rail you so hard that you will forget your duties as the council leader.

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[calicosturns]

tw/cw: p in v, sextape

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"lets put it riiiight there—," his voice hoarse as he looms over your frame, his arm stretchs out to put a digital camera on the side or your bed for a better angle, "cant hold it while fuckin' ya, can i?" matt smirks before he pulls you closer roughly, his lips crashing against yours as he claims your mouth in a dominant kiss, grinning into it faintly when a soft moan slips past your lips.

his hands quickly make their way to your hips, gripping your hip bones tightly and pressing you against his erection. brunette lets out a soft his from the contact of your body through the clothes, his head tilts back and necklace dangles, almost hitting your face, but you don't seem to mind it at all.

camera will capture this moment perfectly, it will become one of matt's favorite and he's gonna rewatch it almost every single day of his life. his big, calloused hands ripping off your underwear in a second, leaving you gasping for air from the sudden cold air hitting your heat. legs wrap instinctively around matt's waist, bringing him closer, if its even possible in your position.

"f—ck, did the camera turn ya on that bad?" matt speaks teasingly before sliding his own boxers down his legs and his erection presses against your slick lips, rubbing teasingly against them. you press against his body only more, a shaky sigh escapes your lips. your arms gripped his shoulders as you lean closer and captures your lips in a heating kiss. matt knows what does it mean; he always knows.

while he works with his tongue in your mouth, brunette, with a swift motion, slides inside you, causing you moan into your kiss as he swallows every sound you make with his lips against yours. his whole body is on fire as he thurts into you for the first time, letting you adjust to his size before escalating his pace and hitting the spot right where you need him the most.

loud, almost pathetic moans slip past your lips; matt grabs your jaw and turns your head to the digital camera on the bedside table, making you look right into the lens with the biggest smirk on his face while he slams into you with more force than before. his hands roughly, but not enough to hurt you, squeeze your cheeks and holds you in place as you become a babbling mess around his dick. and he knows he's gonna rewatch this video all over and over again, enjoying it like a damn sadist. because there's no better view than your face when he fucks you.

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a/n: not proofread. english isnt my first language. sorry this is too short, i'll make it up to yall later, promise <3

© calicosturn, 2025

[x1asirene]

f1 driver!zayne as your bf headcanons | sfw ver.

✧ f1 driver!zayne is aston martin’s no-nonsense ace—calm under pressure, focused, and always measured. with most people, he’s professional and clipped, but with you? his stoic mask cracks just enough to reveal dry wit and teasing that’s more subtle than a sneak attack.

✧ f1 driver!zayne shows affection in small, meaningful ways. he might adjust your jacket collar with careful fingers or lightly touch your back as you walk through the paddock. these gestures are understated but loaded with intention—like saying, “i notice you” without a word.

✧ f1 driver!zayne is quick to admit when he’s wrong or misses a beat, but his apologies are rarely dramatic. instead, he’ll say something like, “that was highly irresponsible of me. i’ll make it up to you,” with a look that makes you both grin because you know the “make it up” part might involve him buying you your favorite snacks or sneaking you into the team garage.

✧ f1 driver!zayne is your personal caretaker without fanfare—he packs your favorite snacks, double-checks your sunscreen, or offers to carry your stuff back to the hotel, never making a big deal about it but doing it anyway.

✧ f1 driver!zayne’s social media presence is basically a ghost town—except for the occasional, mysteriously dry post. once, he shared a photo of a perfectly arranged pit stop with the caption, “organized chaos, like my love life,” and it instantly became a fan favorite for being so uncharacteristically honest and funny.

✧ f1 driver!zayne always adds your initials subtly at the end of his autograph during cam signs. it’s his way of carrying you with him in everything he does, even when no one’s looking—and also a way to show everyone he’s yours.

✧ f1 driver!zayne has a secret stash of your favorite snacks in his motorhome, and if he catches you eyeing them, he’ll deadpan, “these aren’t for you,” then immediately offers you one.

✧ f1 driver!zayne who is deathly allergic to paparazzi—literally. whenever they swarm the paddock or try to snap photos of you two, he gets stiff, almost like a deer in headlights, then quickly retreats behind security. he doesn’t say much about it, but you catch him muttering things like, “i’m allergic to flashing lights and bad vibes.”

✧ f1 driver!zayne had aston martin customize a team jacket just for you, perfectly fitted and embroidered with your name and the team logo. he wanted you to feel like part of the crew, and he loves seeing you wear it around the paddock like a boss.

✧ f1 driver!zayne once overtook a rival who’d been flirting with you before the race. he slid his car perfectly in front, revved just enough to kick up smoke that blocked the other guy’s view — a low-key, slick way of saying, “hands off.”

# do not repost, translate, or upload my work to any other platforms. tumblr reblogs are welcome and appreciated, but reposting outside of this blog is not permitted !

— ✦ © @ x1asirene, tumblr 2025 ✧

[pressplay-if]

demo (prologue + ch.1-3, 200k words)

please mind the content warnings! anon is currently disabled.

latest update: May 10th 2025

cog forum post

You are one of the most famous yet mysterious characters of the 21st century rock scene. 

It all started when you discovered your love for singing during an extended stay at a psychiatric hospital as a teen. Music became your motivator, and from then on, you knew the stage was where you belonged. You and your friends formed a band, and after years of practice in a garage and cheap gigs at dingy bars, your journey to the top begins abruptly when you team up with a skilled manager.

It’s a meteoric rise— until it isn’t. 

And now, a decade after your band has disappeared from the public eye, you’ve accepted an interview by the acclaimed Groove Magazine. You and your former band members have agreed to give them the truth, the whole truth; as ugly as that might be. 

Follow the story of your band’s rise to fame (and eventual fall from grace)

Play as a pop-rock vocalist

Name your band and customize your music and image

Handle the media, interactions with pushy fans and your own repressed thoughts and fears 

Romance your coolgirl-bassist, the childhood friend you cut out of your life, your absolutely insane guitarist, or your biggest fan/possibly stalker

Give one hell of an interview

Inspiration: Daisy Jones and The Six, Fleetwood Mac… and all sorts of music-related drama.

TW: themes of mental illness, unhealthy relationships, substance abuse, death, mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm, SA-related trauma, disordered eating

ROs:

Stevie McLaughlin, bassist (f) — “I suppose I was the sanest one in that bunch.”

She’s one of your oldest friends, and if you follow the clanking chain of cause and effect all the way back to the beginning, it is her you have to thank for your entire career. The band was her idea, after all. She’s level-headed, composed, and always there to talk you down when you need her. Sometimes, she acts more as your retainer than anything else…

Stevie is tall and skinny with light brown skin and extremely long, curly black hair which she always wears in a wet look. She has big, dark brown eyes and a soft face.

Paul/Paulette Zima, lead singer & saxophonist (f/m selectable, trans) — “Trying to figure out where you know me from?”

Your band’s brand-new, second lead singer. Your manager says they’re going to give your music the kick it needs, that they’re the one missing ingredient to your success. You’re not entirely sure if you agree. Worse yet, you happen to know this person, and your time together didn’t end on a favorable note. They’re part of a past you would much rather forget.

Paul is very tall, broad-backed and thickly muscled with light skin, shoulder-length slicked back brown hair and bottle green eyes.

Paulette is of average height with an hourglass/slim thick figure. She has dark brown hair with parted bangs and light blonde strands dyed into it. Her eyes are bottle green.

Angel Monsanto, guitarist (m) — “I was always going to make it big, with or without those guys. Only, I… I really wanted it to be with them.”

Your crazy but good-hearted guitarist. His passion for music borders on obsession, and he will stop at nothing to make a name for your band. Sadly, he’s very much of the conviction that all publicity is good publicity, which has encouraged him to pull some very questionable stunts in the past. 

Angel is of average height and build with a warm beige complexion and long black hair. He has a square jaw with an occasional five o’clock shadow and brown eyes. 

Lincoln Saunders, groupie?? (f/m selectable) — “What can I say, I loved them.”

Calling Lincoln a fan would be an understatement. Fanatic is more like it. You remember seeing them at your very first show, and you’ve continued to spot them at every venue you’ve played at since. You don’t know anything about them, and perhaps changing that would be a very bad idea. But maybe you still want to.

Lincoln (m) is short and lean, with an angular face and wavy blond hair. His eyes are cobalt blue. 

Lincoln (f) is petite and tan, with a youthful, round face and chin-length blond beach waves. Her eyes are cobalt blue.

Others:

Maddox Wells (m), drummer

Another one of your oldest friends. You don’t much like to talk about what happened with him.

Fatima Shah (f), drummer — “I’m pretty sure they used to try to make me disappear with their fog machine.”

After things didn’t work out with your original drummer, Fatima saved the day. She’s a sweetheart to you, but from what you’ve heard, she can be kind of a terrible person. Maybe it’s best to stay a little wary of her.

Kalena Graham (f), manager — “The first time I saw them… well, they kind of sucked. But I knew, I just knew, that they had what it takes to suck on an international level.”

Your band’s manager. You can’t believe how lucky you were to have caught her attention. She’s experienced, driven, well-regarded in the industry and… kind of mean, to be honest.

Simon Young (m), reporter — “Start at the beginning. And then, don’t stop.”

The guy conducting the interview for Groove Magazine. He’s nice enough, if a little starstruck. It seems he has been waiting a long time for this.

Addendum: NSFW alphabet masterlist

Zima pt. 1 and pt. 2

Stevie

Lincoln

Angel

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

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[dailysudeikis]

Jason Sudeikis at Big Slick 2025. - May 31, 2025.

[polkadotjohnson]

2025 Big Slick Celebrity Weekend

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[yoongsriverandme]

jeon jungkook || nsfw ﾉ 1:28 A.M.

author's note! had a exhausting day at work today so this is very self indulgent thanks!!

the gentle way jungkook held you deeply contrasted what he was actually doing.

your legs were spread wide, his thick, tattooed arms wrapped around your thighs, his head buried between them.

his hair sticks up in black tufts, and you pull on them when he delivers a particularly hard suck to your clit, your hips jerking against his chin.

"kookie!" you pant, tucking your lip between your teeth to hide your moans.

you had been so pent up after work, exhaustion weighing on your bones as you collapsed into the chair behind your desk.

your beautiful, sweet boy had gotten to his knees without you even having to ask, laying his head on your lap and staring up at you with his big boba eyes.

"let me help you." he had murmured, rubbing his button nose on the inside of your thigh. "please."

just like he did then, he gazes up at you, but you're not sure if he's actually concentrated on your face or not, because there's a certain foggy haze glazed over his irises.

his jaw is working overtime and you're sure that it hurts, but that doesn't seem to deter him, even when another gush of arousal leaves you; he just laps it up greedily.

you tremble when his tongue dips into your entrance, gripping him tighter.

'"good boy," you rasp, and your head falls back and sits on the headrest. "good fucking boy, koo."

jungkook's whimper shoots through your pussy and up your spine, your body wracking with a violent shiver.

he's sucking with renewed vigor, desperate to bring you to your climax. you can already tell he's hard as a rock, and you know that you'd be silly to not let the boy fuck you stupid.

"such a dirty mouth." you groan. "and it's all for mommy. god, i'm so lucky."

jungkook was beginning to shake, his licking bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"breathe baby." you try to encourage, but he just shakes his head no.

there's really not much you can do when he gets pussy drunk like this besides just sitting there and taking it, and you feel that familiar warmth beginning to curl in your gut.

it brands you like a hot iron when it finally snaps and you cry out, back arching dangerously to the point to where it was almost painful.

he works you through your orgasm until you're whimpering in overstimulation.

he looks up at you with so much love it makes you almost sick with it.

you tug him towards you by the nape of his neck, and he goes obligingly.

you can taste yourself in his mouth and his face is soaked in your slick and it transfers onto your skin, but you can't bring yourself to care how with how eagerly he kisses you back.

"did i do good, mommy?" he whispers when you separate.

"you did more than good, koo."

he positively beams, and you've more than forgotten what had stressed you out in the first place.

⁘ preface: i only use bts as face claims! they are my muses, so anything they say or do, do not reflect their real life character!

© yoongsriverandme 2025-26

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

✧ tws : sfw : really suggestive, mild body worship, physical intimacy, sweat and physical description of Mydei’s big muscles.

✧ synopsis : giving your husband a back massage. (gn!reader)

Mydei was sprawled across the bed, his golden eyes flickering toward you as a small smile curled his lips, clearly exhausted but content. “You always know how to take care of me,” he murmured, voice husky and heavy with desire.

You approached him slowly, eyes trailing over the strong planes of his body. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the sweat glistening on his skin as it clung to his toned abs. His biceps flexed slightly when he shifted, the muscles rippling beneath his shirt. The heat of his body was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but admire the sculpted beauty of his form.

You began massaging his back, fingers pressing firmly into the tight muscles. Mydei let out a low groan at the first touch, his body tensing slightly before he relaxed into your hands, sighing as you worked away the tension.

The warmth of his skin under your palms made your breath catch in your throat. His sweat-slicked chest was tempting, each movement of your fingers only drawing you closer to him. Your hands slid lower, tracing the ridges of his spine, your touch leaving a lingering heat on his skin. As you leaned over him, your breath brushed across his neck, and you could feel the faint shudder run through him. His chest tightened with every stroke, muscles flexing in response to your touch.

“You’re good at this,” Mydei whispered, his voice thick with need as your fingers dug deeper into the muscles of his lower back. His abs tightened, his body reacting instinctively to your every movement.

You let your hands trail across his shoulders, brushing against the damp skin of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. Mydei’s biceps flexed as he shifted slightly, his body almost demanding more from you. Your fingers lingered just a moment longer, the heat between you both rising with every passing second.

“You really are a work of art,” you whispered, your voice low as you took in the way his body seemed to pulse beneath your touch, the sweat glistening on his chest.

A smirk played on Mydei’s lips, his golden eyes locking onto yours. “You like what you see?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you leaned in, your body pressing closer to his. The warmth of him made your heart race. Your hands kept moving over his back, each touch making him shudder slightly.

Without thinking, you kissed his neck, the salty taste of his skin making you want more. Mydei’s breath hitched, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours, hungry and urgent. The kiss was slow at first, but it quickly deepened, both of you pulling each other closer.

“You’re... driving me crazy,” Mydei whispered between kisses, his voice rough. His hands slid to your back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel his chest against yours, strong and warm.

You kissed him back, your hands moving up to trace the hard lines of his shoulders. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you murmured, your voice breathless. His lips trailed down your neck, and you let out a soft gasp, feeling the heat between you both rise with each kiss. Every touch felt like it was pulling you deeper into the moment, the connection between you undeniable.

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ11:50 PM. DEC 32ST, 2024 * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N shows up at Matt's doorstep at 11:50 PM of New Year's Eve, soaked by the rain and ready to confess her love to him.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　insecurities (just a bit). friends to lovers trope.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

11:45 PM.

December 31st, 2024.

Y/N had never considered herself one for big gestures. She preferred to deal with her feelings by pretending they didn’t exist, tucking them away in the quiet corners of her heart until they faded on their own. That had been her plan for handling her crush on Matt Sturniolo - ignore it, bury it deep, and wait for it to dissolve into nothing.

But the universe had different plans for her.

Instead of subsiding, her feelings for Matt had only grown. They grew with every laugh they shared, every accidental brush of his hand against hers, and every time he looked at her with those soft, oceanic eyes. It felt like the emotions were slipping out of her control, inch by inch, until tonight, when they completely exploded.

Now, she was walking through the freezing rain, her body trembling as water seeped through her clothes. She had never been more determined - or more terrified - in her life.

The Sturniolos' house was a few doors away, its warm glow spilling onto the wet pavement. It was almost midnight, and she knew the triplets and their parents would be gathered inside, celebrating New Year's Eve together. She didn’t care. She couldn’t wait for a "better" time or a "perfect" moment. Her time was now.

It had started hours earlier when she sat in her room with a notebook, jotting down her resolutions for the new year. She wanted 2025 to be different. She wanted it to be clean, honest, and full of things that truly made her happy. But one glaring thing wasn’t right - her feelings for Matt. She couldn’t go another year pretending she didn’t feel the way she did.

The rain fell down harder, and her breath came out in visible clouds as she approached the front door. The cold was relentless, but it barely registered compared to the storm inside her mind.

Her heart hammered as she pressed the doorbell. She could hear Trevor’s nails clicking on the hardwood floor as he bounded toward the door, his excited barking growing louder.

She smiled.

Of course. Having the triplets' parents in Los Angeles for New Year's had meant Trevor was here too.

Drops of water dripped down her face, mingling with her already damp hair, as she clenched her fists at her sides to stop the trembling. She didn’t know what she’d say when the door opened, but she knew she couldn’t leave without Matt knowing the truth.

The clock ticked closer to midnight.

11:50 PM.

Ten minutes until the new year. Ten minutes to change everything.

The door creaked open, and Matt showed up - not surprising, it was always Matt who got the door; Chris and Nick couldn’t be bothered most of the time. He stood in the doorway, his hand on the knob and his expression soft with curiosity.

Trevor bolted out before Matt could say a word, charging toward Y/N. His wet nose nudged her soaked leg, wagging his tail so hard it shook his whole body.

"Hey, boy." Y/N said softly, her voice trembling from the cold as she crouched down to scratch behind his ears. "I missed you."

Trevor barked once, happily, then turned and bounded back into the house, disappearing up the stairs toward the living room, leaving her alone with Matt.

Matt took a step forward, leaning against the doorframe. His brows knit together as his eyes swept over her, taking in the rain-slicked hair plastered to her face, her damp, trembling figure, and the strange look in her eyes - something between fear and anxiety.

"Y/N?" He asked cautiously, his voice quiet but edged with concern. "Hey, what are you doing here? Are you okay? It's almost midnight."

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking down at the wet ground beneath her feet.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just need to talk to you." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be quick, I promise."

Matt blinked in surprise, his gaze flickering toward the warm glow of the living room. He hesitated for a moment, then looked back at her.

"Okay." He said slowly, though his tone was laced with uncertainty. "But you should come inside. You’re soaked, and it’s freezing out here."

Y/N shook her head quickly, her voice catching as she replied.

"No. I can’t. I don’t even know if you’ll hate me after this, and I... I think it’s better if we stay out here."

Her words and the desperation in her eyes froze Matt in place. He let out a soft sigh, clearly torn, but he nodded.

"Okay." He repeated, his voice low. "Okay, we’ll stay here."

He stepped out fully onto the porch, the rain spilling over the edges of the roof above them. His hands were shoved into his hoodie pocket, and his expression was unreadable as he waited.

Y/N drew in a shaky breath, staring down at her soaked sneakers.

"Um... The first time we met." She began, cringing when her voice faltering slightly. "You completely threw me off guard."

Matt tilted his head slightly, confusion crossing his face, but he didn’t interrupt.

"I had heard so many amazing things about you on the internet." She continued, her words coming out in a rush. "When you and your brothers moved to LA, to my street, I thought I already had this perfect image of who you were. But then I actually met you."

She glanced up at him briefly before quickly looking away, unable to hold his gaze.

"You were more than I ever imagined. You exceeded every expectation I had in my head. You’re... so sweet, Matt. So kind. So human."

Her voice wavered, but she pushed on.

"You take care of people. You’re a gentleman, and you’re so thoughtful, always putting everyone else before yourself. And then we started spending all this time together. At your house, at mine, sleepovers, just... being with you."

Matt’s expression softened, but Y/N kept her eyes fixed on the ground.

"You were always there." She whispered. "And every time you were, you pulled at my heart a little more. You made a home inside it, Matt. You made it warmer. And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you."

Her cheeks burned despite the cold rain.

"When I realized how I felt, I was terrified. I thought, 'Why would someone like Matt ever feel the same?'"

Matt opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N raised a hand, cutting him off.

"So I hid it." Her voice broke slightly as she added. "I buried it so deep because I couldn’t lose you. I wasn’t ever going to tell you, Matt. I wasn’t. But tonight..."

Y/N took another shaky breath, her fingers trembling as she pushed her damp hair back from her face.

"Tonight." She repeated, her voice quieter now but still steady. "I was sitting in my room, writing down my resolutions for the new year, as I always do, you know that. But then I started thinking about what I wanted for 2025, what I wanted my life to look like, the things I needed to fix, or let go of. And then I realized something." She hesitated, her chest rising and falling as she braced herself. "The one thing I haven’t been honest about with anyone is how I feel about you. And I can’t go into a new year carrying this secret anymore. I just... I can’t."

Matt’s brows knit together as she continued.

"I can’t stop thinking about you, Matt. I think about you all the time. Your laugh, your kind words, the way you’re always so thoughtful. The way you smile at me like I’m the only person in the room. Everything about you, every little piece of you, it’s always on my mind."

Her voice trembled, but she didn’t stop.

"Every time I see something, it reminds me of you. A song, a movie, even the smallest things, like the way the rain smells or the sound of someone laughing across the street. It all brings me back to you. You’re the only thing that never slips my mind, no matter what time of day it is."

Matt’s lips parted slightly, but he stayed silent, his hands still buried in his hoodie pockets as he listened.

"You’re my best friend." Y/N said, her voice breaking slightly. "But I want more. I need more."

Her eyes finally met his, and for a moment, she forgot the rain, the cold, and the fear pounding in her chest.

"I want to be called yours. I want to be seen by your eyes with love, not just as your friend. I want to be held by your hands, kissed by your lips... I want to be yours, Matt."

Tears mingled with the rain on her face as she finished, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"And I'm so sorry for damping all of this on you like that. I know it’s a lot, and I’m probably ruining everything right now. I-I never wanted to mess up our friendship-"

"Y/N-" Matt interrupted, his voice firm but gentle, but she didn’t even hear him, lost in the whirlwind of her thoughts.

"And I don’t want you to feel bad for rejecting it. I know you don’t feel the same way, because why would you? People like you never fall in love with people like me-"

"Y/N."

His voice was louder this time, cutting through her rambling like a sharp blade. She froze, her eyes widening as she finally looked at him.

"Y/N." He said again, softer now, his eyes locking with hers. "You're so silly. People like me fall in love with people like you all the time, actually."

"What?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. Her brows knitted together in confusion, her lips parting as if to say something else, but nothing came out of them.

Matt shook his head, a small, breathy laugh escaping his lips before he leaned in.

His hands found her waist, gripping her soaked shirt as he pulled her closer, and then his lips were on hers. The kiss was everything at once, soft yet intense, hesitant yet confident, warm despite the cold rain pouring down around them.

Y/N gasped softly against his mouth, her hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his messy hair. His lips were softer than she could’ve ever imagined, moving against hers with a fervor that sent shivers down her spine.

Their mouths opened, their tongues brushing and intertwining in a dance that felt both foreign and natural. The rain mixed with their saliva, the taste of each other blending with the crispness of the winter air.

Matt’s hands tightened on her waist, grounding her as her knees threatened to give way, and her fingers tugged lightly at his hair, earning a quiet groan from him that she felt more than heard.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the cold forgotten as their shared warmth became the only thing that mattered.

And then, like magic, the sound of fireworks exploded in the distance, the vibrant colors illuminating the dark, rain-soaked sky. Cheers and laughter echoed from nearby houses, and Y/N’s mind registered what was happening: midnight.

12:00 AM.

January 1st, 2025.

New Year's Day.

Slowly, they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the space between them as their foreheads rested together. Y/N’s heart was racing, her cheeks flushed despite the chill, and she could see the reflection of the fireworks in Matt’s eyes.

"Happy New Year." He whispered, his voice soft and filled with something she could only describe as love.

She laughed breathlessly, a smile breaking across her face.

"Happy New Year." She replied, her voice light despite the tears still glistening in her eyes.

Matt pulled back slightly, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"So... do you want to come inside now? I think you’ve been out in the rain long enough."

Y/N chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah, I think I do."

He reached for her hand, his fingers warm and steady as they intertwined with hers, and together, they walked inside the house, leaving the cold rain and the past year behind.

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