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hii call me star ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ my blog is 18+

i don’t write anymore but i still lurk here and i see all of u still reading, ily all sm, thank you for being here <2

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heres my masterlist <2

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wc: | lowercase intentional | unedited

tags: 2hollis x reader, rommulas x reader, fluff, new year’s special, drabble, roman is a bitch like always, hollis is a sweetheart

hihi long time no talk 🥹 i wanted to do one for every boyliife member but i got very busy with work so i’m just posting these 2 sorry to disappoint my nate and ryan girlies :( love u all i hope u had a great new year’s xx

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roman:

you stood on opposite ends of the room, avoiding each other clear as day. because of course. your friends milled about - dancing, laughing, and drinking as the hours ticked down. but it was as if you two were on some kind of mission not to have fun. your best friend grabbed your hand, insisting on dancing with you. you stilled like concrete, refusing to let her pull you. across the way, hollis attempted to sweet talk roman into a cigarette break. he tried for ten minutes straight before dejectedly giving up and heading outside with nate instead.

it wasn’t as if you were being miserable on purpose, but it was like it was impossible to have fun with him around. you drank along with your friends, but refused to join in any of the stupid games. it was a test - a challenge to see who would crack first. and neither of u could back down from a challenge. time carried on slowly, there was a certain peace in the stillness surrounded by chaos. you leant against the kitchen counter, watching as he interacted with his friends. you felt his eyes on you every time you spoke to yours.

it was messy - confusing in a way that didn’t make sense to anyone else. not even you were sure what the end goal really was. but it had been this way as long as you could remember, ever since the very first party when roman spilt his beer on you. ever since, you’d been painfully avoidant of each other to the point it seemed comical to your friends. still, things had never changed. you only interacted when forced to, like that time hollis insisted on getting lunch for his birthday, dragging the pair of you and no more than five other people out to some restaurant. of course, you were running late, and the only empty seat was next to him. every time you brushed arms, you felt sparks travel down your spine. it was dangerous, being close to him was dangerous. so you made sure you’d never be close again.

you observed quietly as roman spoke to hollis. he seems annoyed, his hand crunching the red solo cup (which your eyes were definitely not glued to). they occasionally glanced in your direction, and you knew they were talking about you. you sighed, looking left to pretend you weren’t watching. you were itching to know what they were talking about, but you’d rather die than go over there. instead you pulled out your phone, briefly scrolling a few random apps to kill time. speaking of which, you realised in that moment that it was 11:57pm. almost the new year.

as if reading your mind, hollis turned down the music at that moment. he clapped his hands once, drawing everybody’s attention. “everyone come outside for the fireworks!” he exclaimed, excitedly hurrying everybody to his backyard. you would’ve been happy to stay right there in the kitchen, but you knew he wouldn’t let you. after everyone else filed out, he clapped a hand on your back, all but steering you towards the door. “c’mon, y/n, it’s just the fireworks!” he grinned, leaving you at the back of the group as he pushed his way to the front, starting some sappy speech about how grateful he was for everyone.

you felt his presence before you saw him, the corner of your eye picking up on his dark hair to your left. of course. the only other person stubborn enough to be stuck at the back like this. you should’ve shoved to front with hollis. you didn’t expect him to talk to you, especially considering there was less than a minute until midnight. yet there he was, suddenly closer, suddenly whispering in your ear.

“having fun?” he asked, with an audible smirk on his lips.

“fuck off roman,” you hissed back, eyes trained forward as you listened to ryan begin the countdown at sixty. because of course he did.

“aww c’mon. it’s new year’s. humour me.” you rolled your eyes, accidentally rolling them at the perfect angle to make eye contact with him. you swallowed thickly. it wasn’t that you disliked roman, it was that you liked him all too much. you hated the way he knew how attractive he was, the way he knew the effect he had on you. you couldn’t stand it. and you couldn’t stand to be so close to him, especially not this close to midnight, with this much alcohol in your system. the idea of ringing in 2026 next to roman of all people made you want to scoop your eyes out with a spoon.

thirty seconds. he tried again. “y/n. y/nnn. at least look at me. please.” you paused. he sounded desperate, genuinely hurt that you weren’t acknowledging him. that hit you somewhere deep, and you turned. big mistake. his eyes were intense, heavy, as if they had a physical weight holding you in place, forcing you to look at him. twenty seconds til midnight, and the people around you were buzzing. some of the couples were already wrapping their arms around each other, preparing for the big sappy new year’s kiss. your pulse stuttered, as if your heart genuinely skipped a beat.

“ ‘s almost midnight,” he mumbled quietly, his eyes darting to your lips. no, this wasn’t happening. no way. you wanted to turn, or pull away, or something, but your feet were planted. he was looking at you as if you were the only thing he could see, and maybe you were. the proper countdown begun, the rest of the group joining in with ryan.

10.

9.

8.

he wrapped his arms around you gently, giving you room to pull back if you wanted. you didn’t.

7.

6.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

“happy new year!” resounded all around you, but you could barely process it. you heard the faint cracks of fireworks, but they were muffled, as if you were underwater. roman’s lips were on yours, pressing fiercely as if trying to tell you two years worth of emotions in one kiss. after a second of initial shock, you kissed him back, relaxing into the supportive grip he had on you. this was it all along. years of banter, teasing and flirting. it was all leading up to here, now, this moment. roman’s lips on yours as sparks rained around you, and a whole new year prepared to unfurl, this time by each other’s side.

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hollis -

you weren’t planning to spend new years eve in bed, but coming down with the flu had it’s unfortunate drawbacks. you tried to insist your boyfriend go out without you, partying with your friends like you’d all planned way back when, but he blatantly refused. instead he was curled up next to you like some personal heated blanket, completely uncaring about catching your illness. “at least it’s your sickness,” he’d say every time you protested, burying his face further into your neck.

he was playing the perfect boyfriend - cooking for you, bringing you medicine, and really just doing anything in his power to give you the best new years imaginable. he even attempted (with questionable results) to make mulled wine for you so you could enjoy a drink without it hurting your throat. all in all, he was perfect, but that didn’t change the fact you were still sick.

hollis helped you sit up in bed for the early fireworks, the two of you watching them quietly through his bedroom window, the silence between you only broken by an occasional cough or sneeze. your eyes were heavy with drowsiness, but you insisted on staying up until midnight (although you made hollis promise not to kiss you.) it was important to you to be awake as the year ticked over, no matter what state you were in. although he’d initially argued that your rest was more important, he eventually caved for you.

once the last few fireworks ran out, he squeezed you even tighter, sitting side by side. “how you feeling baby, still wanna wait til midnight?” you nodded resolutely before he even finished speaking, your throat too raw to reply properly. but you’d be damned if you missed the countdown. there were still two hours to kill before midnight, and despite your attempts to distract yourself, all you could think about was how sick you were.

hollis noticed of course, you going quiet and shrinking into yourself slightly, as if afraid your germs would spread easier the more space you took up. that simply wouldn’t do. part of him wished he was already sick as well, just so you’d be less afraid to get close to him. he’d love you no matter how sick, tired, or sore you were, and he’d never let any of those things stop him from being close to you. he just couldn’t bring himself to care.

to cheer you up he snuck out of your arms, insisting he’d be quick. he crept to the kitchen quietly and heated you up a bowl of chicken noodle soup his mom had made. he took a moment to soak in the peace, the stillness of it all. the lights in the house were out, save for the lamps in his bedroom. on this side of the house it was silent, not even the muffled partying in the streets to be heard. only the hum of the microwave broke the silence, and the beeping as your soup finished heating.

he walked it back slowly, carefully so as not to spill it, as he said goodbye to his house for the last time that year. from now it was just you, him, and his bedroom. the window was cracked open slightly so you could hear the music and the fireworks when they came. as he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw you smiling down at the people as a loud, cheerful laugh drifted up. he smiled softly, pausing to watch you for a moment before bringing you the soup.

“here, eat up. might make you well enough to kiss me at twelve,” he joked softly, but you scowled back at him as if to say “don’t even think about it.” he sighed, definitely thinking about it. regardless, he let it go, understanding how you felt about the matter. once you had the bowl stabilised he carefully climbed back into bed next to you, flicking on the tv. with so much time to fill, it only made sense to him to watch a movie. and what better movie than when harry met sally?

almost an hour and a half later you were drifting off on his shoulder, as midnight came close. the scene was coming up, and as much as hollis wanted to let you sleep, he knew you wouldn’t forgive him. plus, he wanted to surprise you. see, he’d lined up the movie perfectly so the new year’s countdown would coincide with the real one. at least if he couldn’t kiss you on midnight, you could watch harry do it.

he gently shook you awake, pointing at the screen. no more than five seconds later, the characters on screen started counting down. from the street below, you heard hundreds of people chanting the same numbers. both countdowns blurred together in the background for you however, the sound of hollis faintly chanting in your ear drowning them out. as midnight struck, he whispered happy new year, and you both forgot all about the movie.

you were looking at each other, the promise of a whole new year of possibilities right in front of you suddenly becoming almost overwhelming. a whole new year together. suddenly, hollis decided that your stupid no kissing rule could be damned as he pulled you closer, pressing his lips to yours. it was a gentle kiss, a promise. that this time in twelve months you’d be together again, this time with you both healthy so he can give you a proper kiss.