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The other team came in like a storm —fast, aggressive, relentless.

By the end of the first half, they were up 1–0.

A cold, brutal goal.

Y/n sat in the bleachers, hands clenched tightly in her lap.

She didn’t scream.

She didn’t move.

She just watched.

She endured.

Matt looked tense. She saw it in his skating, in the little mistakes he never made. In how he stayed still just a second too long after every missed shot.

When the buzzer rang for halftime, the whole team rushed back to the locker room. Shouting. Strategies. Chaos.

But Matt didn’t go in right away.

He stood outside for a moment, staring at the floor.

Breathing like the weight of it all might crush him.

Y/n got up and walked down.

No one stopped her.

By now, they all knew who she was.

What she meant.

She stepped up to him, her heart pounding so loud it hurt.

She gently lifted his helmet —didn’t say a single word— and kissed his forehead.

A simple kiss.

Still.

Quiet.

But Matt closed his eyes.

And for just a second, he stood perfectly still —like that kiss had reminded him of everything the noise had drowned out.

Everything he had.

“You’re okay,” she whispered, even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“And you’re going to be even better.”

He nodded.

Didn’t speak.

But when he stepped back onto the ice…

he wasn’t the same.

The last twenty minutes were a war.

Matt didn’t play scared.

He played fierce.

He played with fire.

He played like he had something —someone— worth fighting for.

And with two minutes left, he tied the game.

The stadium exploded. But Y/n barely moved.

She just smiled. Small. Disbelieving.

Overtime.

One last play.

And then, he did it.

Matt scored the winning goal.

He dropped to his knees on the ice, body shaking from exhaustion.

His teammates swarmed him. The rink vibrated with cheers, lights, flashes.

But as soon as he could stand again —he looked for her.

Like always.

She came down.

And this time, he was the one who took off his helmet and hugged her first.

He buried his face in her neck.

Breathed in.

Shook.

“You did it,” Y/n whispered, tears in her eyes.

“No,” Matt said quietly.

“We did.”

“For the one who stayed through the silence, the weight, and the cold —you were my win long before the scoreboard said so.”

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Everything felt heavier now.

This wasn’t practice. This was real.

Matt skated out with his jaw tight and eyes locked in. Silent. Sharp.

Y/n knew him.

She could see it in his stride.

He wasn’t just focused.

He was scared.

He won the first game.

Then the second.

And the third.

After every match, he barely spoke.

She waited for him outside the locker room, and he came out with a towel on his shoulders, bruises on his skin, ice taped to his back, and a storm in his eyes.

They didn’t talk much.

But he always looked for her.

And she was there.

In the stands, people started recognizing her.

The girl in the gray hoodie.

The one who never screamed or filmed or cheered too loud.

She just watched.

She just stayed.

When they made it to the semifinals, Matt couldn’t help it.

As soon as the whistle blew, he tore off his helmet, scanned the crowd... and ran to her.

He hugged her tight, saying nothing. Just held her close with his eyes shut.

“Do you realize?” he whispered. “We’re one step away.”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied, gently cupping his face. “And you didn’t get here alone.”

That night, they didn’t sleep.

Not to celebrate.

But because of fear.

The final was two days away.

Matt paced around the room, mumbling strategies, rewatching clips, whispering to himself.

Y/n tried to calm him, to get him to lie down.

He looked at her with wild eyes.

“What if I mess it all up now? What if this was all for nothing?”

She sat next to him and took his hand.

“You didn’t mess it up. You’ve already done it.

You made it.

We made it.”

Matt hugged her like he was collapsing.

And for a moment, he wasn’t the star player.

He was just a boy.

Scared.

And in love.

The night before the final, she got a voice message from him:

“No matter what happens tomorrow. Win or lose... I already have everything I need. I have you."

Her heart thumped as she listened.

On the day of the final, she sat in her usual spot.

Scarf. Coffee. Hope.

And Matt stepped onto the ice with a different look in his eyes.

Like, no matter what the scoreboard said —he already had a place to belong.

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Y/n sat in the bleachers with a scarf that had his name on it.

No one else did that.

No one came to every single practice. Not even his teammates stayed that long.

But there she was.

Coffee in hand. Notebook in her backpack. Dark circles under her eyes.

Sometimes Matt would give her a small wave. Sometimes he wouldn’t even see her.

But she stayed.

Not for the smile.

But because she knew just being there was her way of saying “I love you.”

The coaches yelled. Sticks hit hard against the ice.

She saw him fall, crash, push himself. She wanted to run down there and tell him to stop, to breathe, that he didn’t need to destroy himself to prove anything.

But she didn’t say a word.

After practice, they walked to the car in silence.

Sometimes Matt just stared ahead.

“What if it’s not enough?” he asked one afternoon, voice raw.

Y/n looked at him.

“Then at least you’ll know you gave everything. And I saw you do it.”

He blinked.

It wasn’t easy being Matt these days.

But it wasn’t easy being Y/n either.

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One night, while she iced his knee, he looked at her and said:

“You’re the only one sticking through this with me. The only one who didn’t walk away.”

She smiled, tired but soft.

“Because if it were the other way around, you’d be doing the same for me.”

He lowered his head —and for the first time in weeks, he cried.

Not from pain.

Not from fear.

But from relief.

He wasn’t alone.

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But it hurt. Watching him like that. So tense. So different.

She waited for him every night with a cup of tea and the gray hoodie she always stole from him. Sometimes they’d sit together on the couch, but he wouldn’t talk. He just breathed heavily and rested his head on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she’d ask, even though she knew the answer.

“I’m tired. I need to win this. I have to prove it to everyone...”

Y/n wouldn’t say anything. She’d just run her fingers along the back of his neck, as if one touch could calm a storm.

Alone, she cried sometimes too. Not because she didn’t believe in him, but because she knew if he lost, it would break him.

And if he broke... would she know how to piece him back together?

Her friends told her she was putting up with too much. That she didn’t have to carry his pressure too.

But she didn’t see it like that.

It wasn’t a burden.

It was Matt.

And if he needed someone to hold him up for a bit, she would.

One night, when he came home drenched in sweat, he stopped in the doorway and looked at her.

“Sorry if I’ve been hard to be around. I just… I’m scared to fail. And I don’t want you to get tired of this.”

She walked over and hugged him tightly.

His heartbeat thudded like a drum against her chest.

“I’m not leaving,” she whispered. “Even if you lose.

But you’re not going to.”

He didn’t answer, just held on tighter —like letting go would be too dangerous.

Y/n knew the days ahead wouldn’t be easy.

But what they had was stronger than any trophy.

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v: ready for part 2??

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Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with a soft smile. At first, she didn’t mind. She knew streaming was important to him—his passion, his work. But as the minutes turned into hours, her smile faded a little.

She had brought him snacks earlier. He didn’t look away from the screen. She had touched his shoulder lightly. He nodded absently, still speaking to his chat. And now… she just sat there, quiet, playing with the edge of her sweater, watching him laugh with strangers while she felt more and more like part of the background.

She didn’t want to be annoying. She didn’t want to interrupt. But her chest felt heavy, and her throat ached a little.

After a while, she stood up silently and walked toward the door.

Matt caught her movement in the corner of his eye.

“Hey, babe, where are you—"

“Nowhere,” she said softly, trying to smile. “Just gonna lie down.”

She left before he could answer.

Matt paused, his heart tightening. That tone in her voice—it wasn’t angry. It was… small. Off. He looked back at his screen, then at the empty chair behind him, then back again. His fingers hovered over the keyboard.

The chat was still flying.

“Next match?”

“Matt, let’s gooo!”

“Queue up, bro!”

He stared for a second. Then, without saying a word, he reached for his stream deck and hit the mute button.

"Guys… I’m gonna take a break. Be back soon."

He took off the headset and walked down the hallway quietly. Y/n was lying on the bed, scrolling on her phone with the brightness low. Her expression was calm, but he knew her. He could see the sadness in the way she avoided his eyes.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting down next to her.

She didn’t look up. “I’m fine. Go play.”

“Y/n…” He reached for her hand. She let him take it, but didn’t squeeze back.

“I just… I miss you sometimes. Even when you’re in the same room.”

His heart cracked at that. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against hers.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I get so caught up in the stream, I forget that my favorite person is sitting right there, being patient with me.”

She finally looked at him, and her eyes were a little glossy.

“You don’t have to stop streaming for me, Matt. I just… I want to feel seen.”

“You are,” he said. “You always are. I just need to do better at showing it.”

And then, without waiting, he kissed her. Not rushed, not distracted. A full, focused, real kiss—the kind that says I see you. I hear you. You matter more than anything else.

When they pulled apart, Y/n smiled softly.

“Go back to your fans,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “They can wait. You can’t.”

And just like that, the stream could stay on pause a little longer.

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They stayed like that for a few minutes—Matt holding her, Y/n resting quietly against his chest, both of them breathing in the silence they had forgotten to share.

He played with a strand of her hair absentmindedly, his voice low and warm.

“You know,” he murmured, “my chat’s probably losing their minds wondering where I went.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “Let them wait a little longer.”

He smiled. Then, as if a new idea sparked in his eyes, he pulled back just enough to look at her. “Actually… how about you come with me?”

She blinked. “With you?”

“Yeah,” he said, standing up and gently tugging her hand. “Come sit with me. Just for a bit. You don’t have to talk or anything. Just… be there. With me.”

Y/n hesitated for a second, her cheeks tinting with that soft pink he loved. “Are you sure?”

“I want you there,” he said, pulling her close again. “They’ve seen me win games, rage-quit, laugh like an idiot… but they haven’t seen the best part of my life.”

He walked her back to the setup, sat down on his gaming chair, and without letting go, gently pulled her onto his lap. She adjusted shyly, sitting sideways, arms wrapping loosely around his shoulders.

Matt put his headset back on, unmuted the mic, and looked straight at the camera with a smile that was different now—softer, more grounded.

“All right, I’m back,” he said, and the chat exploded instantly.

“WHERE WERE YOU?”

“DUDE WE THOUGHT YOU DIED”

“BRO TOOK A MIDSTREAM NAP”

“SOMEONE CLIP THAT ENTRANCE”

Matt laughed, then tilted the webcam just slightly to the side—enough to show a glimpse of Y/n on his lap, cuddled against him, her face half-hidden but unmistakably there.

The chat went wild.

“WAIT WHO’S THAT?!”

“NO WAY THAT’S Y/N??”

“CUTIESS!”

“SHE’S SO PRETTY WTFFFF”

Y/n hid her face in his hoodie, giggling under her breath.

Matt looked down at her with the kind of smile that makes your whole chest ache, then back at the camera.

“She’s the reason I paused. And she’s also the reason I do all of this in the first place.”

The chat slowed down for a second. Some messages turned softer.

“respect, king.”

“we love her already 🥹”

They didn’t stay long on camera—just a few minutes of cuddles, soft smiles, and a little wave from Y/n before she whispered that she didn’t want to steal his spotlight. But Matt just held her closer and whispered back:

“You’re not stealing it. You are it.”

And that night, the stream felt a little warmer. The game a little easier. The laughter a little louder.

Because love—real love—isn’t about being the center of attention.

It’s about being seen, even when the rest of the world is watching something else.

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“Dude, that guy literally fell into the pool trying to take a selfie,” Chris cackled, nearly choking on his beer.

Matt wiped tequila off his chin and shook his head. “This party is cursed. And I’m thriving.”

They were loud, messy, and 100% in their own chaotic world—until the door opened. And everything shifted.

She walked in like a walking contradiction. Lip gloss too shiny, hair a little tangled, one shoelace untied, holding a slice of birthday cake in one hand and a soda in the other.

Matt blinked.

Chris muttered, “Oh no. He’s doing the thing.”

Nick whispered, “The thing where he stares like a lost puppy?”

Chris nodded. “Exactly that.”

Y/n didn’t notice them right away. She was laughing with her friends, gesturing wildly, nearly smacking someone in the face with her fork. Then, like the universe was in on a joke, she turned—and locked eyes with Matt.

“Hey,” she said, walking straight up to him. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Matt, speechless, stared for a second too long.

Chris stepped in, pointing down the hall. “Second door on the left. But if it smells like tacos, it’s the wrong one.”

Y/n snorted. “Noted.”

She glanced back at Matt. “You good? You look like you just saw a unicorn or something.”

Matt opened his mouth. “You smell like... glitter?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Thanks? I think?” She chuckled.

Her friends were calling her from across the room, but she lingered a second more.

“By the way,” she added, “nice shirt. Very... aggressively blue.”

Matt looked down. “I spilled something on my first one.”

She grinned. “Charming.”

Then she was gone—just like that. Vanishing into the crowd with cake in hand and chaos in her wake.

Matt stared after her, stunned.

Chris patted his shoulder. “Well, that was weird.”

Nick nodded. “You’re totally into her.”

Matt didn’t even deny it. “Yeah. I think I am.”

He didn’t know her name.

He didn’t know if she’d come back.

But he knew one thing for sure:

She made no sense.

And he really liked her for it.

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(Based on Loco - Tu forma de ser)

v: one of my favorite songs! it's so cute.. Part 2??

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