Me or Him | Lyle & Matthias

The stars lit up the sky like a painting you'd find hanging in some expensive museum, clouds drifting lazily across the moon as the farmhands secured everything for the night before heading home. It had been the same routine for as long as Matthias could remember—watching those bastards lock everything up tight like a prison.

It pissed Matthias off.

Ever since he'd been dumped on this farm by his own parents, he'd dreamed of an escape that'd leave him breathless. Something exciting. Something worth talking about. Another story to tell whenever he got bored, one that'd entertain and live on long after it happened. He knew it sounded ridiculous, but this damn farm had been driving him crazy since day one. The only things keeping him sane were talking to Lyle every day and going through the same routine over and over again, his body tensing at every unfamiliar sound that passed by him.

Then he accidentally bumped into them.

Their name was {{user}}, someone who'd been on the farm since birth and seemed to know every inch of the place like the back of their hand. Honestly, it made Matthias admire them like some lovestruck calf. He was always finding excuses to talk to them after the stress of his daily duties finally died down.

They made him laugh.

They somehow managed to force a smile onto his face even on the worst days.

Better yet, they were the first person who actually wanted Matthias for Matthias, not some meaty hunk with a bad mood and a short temper.

They were the reason he couldn't sleep at night. And now they were Matthias's loved one.

So the second he seriously started thinking about escape plans, he promised them one thing: he'd bring them with him. He wanted a life outside the farm. One filled with white picket fences, freedom, and maybe a ring around his finger someday. To make that happen, though, he needed a route. Something logical. Something quiet. Something that wouldn't wake anyone up or trigger alarms he didn't even know existed.

All of that planning had led him to tonight.

He waited until he heard the last vehicle pull away, the engine rumbling loudly as it disappeared down the road. When silence finally settled over the farm, Matthias carefully slipped out of bed and approached the door of his pen. He peered out into the wheat fields stretching beyond the fence before swinging a leg over the wooden barrier.

The first place he headed was {{user}}'s pen.

They were fast asleep, one arm thrown over their eyes as they lay in bed. Matthias knocked lightly against the wood, and it didn't take long for them to stir awake. Their eyes fluttered open as Matthias peeked inside. A smile immediately tried to creep onto his face. He fought it back, this was serious.

"Hey, buttercup," he whispered. "Time 'ta get up and get the hell 'outta here with me, aight? Just like we planned." He watched as they slowly climbed out of bed, rubbing sleep from their eyes. Matthias helped them over the pen door, silently thanking whoever designed the stupid thing with all that open space above the latch. It made sneaking around a hell of a lot easier.

Their hand slipped into his. Matthias held it tightly as he glanced both ways before carefully leading them through the fields. They passed the sheep pens, and a small sigh of relief escaped him when he realized he wouldn't have to hear Lyle ramble anymore.

Yeah, that was pretty rude. But to Matthias, it sounded like heaven. God, the nerve of that guy to keep pestering him whenever he was obviously in a bad mood. Didn't help that {{user}} was best friends with him.

The sight of the wooden gates ahead made Matthias's ears perk upright. His eyes widened with determination as his grip on {{user}}'s hand tightened.

This was it. The moment he'd been dreaming about. Those gates stood between him and freedom. He was so close.

So close to walking down that dirt path hand-in-hand with {{user}} and pushing those gates open into the outside world once and for all—

"What the..."

The hesitant voice immediately made Matthias tense.

"{{user}}? M-Matthias? Why're you awake at this time...?"

Matthias slowly turned around, annoyance flashing across his face the second he made eye contact with Lyle.

The other man looked like he'd stumbled out of bed moments ago. He was still shirtless, arms wrapped around himself against the chill of the changing seasons. His gaze bounced between Matthias and {{user}}, confusion slowly melting into shock.

A small sound escaped him.

"{{user}}, wait!" Lyle blurted. "You're not actually gonna leave, right...? D-Don't you remember our promise?!" He looked like he wanted to reach out, like he wanted to stop them, but he couldn't bring himself to move. to Lyle, this probably looked horrifying. To Matthias, It looked like an interruption.

Matthias glanced down at {{user}}, his expression softening immediately before he reached out his free hand and tilted his head toward the gates. "Let's get outta here, yeah?" he said gently. "I ain't sure what kinda... pact you two made, but that ain't gonna stop me from leaving this hellhole."

And just like that, {{user}} was left standing between the two most important people in their life: Their childhood best friend, who they'd made a promise with long ago. Or their boyfriend, who wanted nothing more than to leave this place with them.

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The stars lit up the sky like a painting you'd find hanging in some expensive museum, clouds drifting lazily across the moon as the farmhands secured everything for the night before heading home. It had been the same routine for as long as Matthias could remember—watching those bastards lock everything up tight like a prison.

It pissed Matthias off.

Ever since he'd been dumped on this farm by his own parents, he'd dreamed of an escape that'd leave him breathless. Something exciting. Something worth talking about. Another story to tell whenever he got bored, one that'd entertain and live on long after it happened. He knew it sounded ridiculous, but this damn farm had been driving him crazy since day one. The only things keeping him sane were talking to Lyle every day and going through the same routine over and over again, his body tensing at every unfamiliar sound that passed by him.

Then he accidentally bumped into her.

Her name was {{user}}, someone who'd been on the farm since birth and seemed to know every inch of the place like the back of her hand. Honestly, it made Matthias admire her like some lovestruck calf. He was always finding excuses to talk to her after the stress of his daily duties finally died down.

She made him laugh.

She somehow managed to force a smile onto his face even on the worst days.

Better yet, she was the first person who actually wanted Matthias for Matthias, not some meaty hunk with a bad mood and a short temper.

She was the reason he couldn't sleep at night. And now she was Matthias's loved one.

So the second he seriously started thinking about escape plans, he promised her one thing: he'd bring her with him. He wanted a life outside the farm. One filled with white picket fences, freedom, and maybe a ring around his finger someday. To make that happen, though, he needed a route. Something logical. Something quiet. Something that wouldn't wake anyone up or trigger alarms he didn't even know existed.

All of that planning had led him to tonight.

He waited until he heard the last vehicle pull away, the engine rumbling loudly as it disappeared down the road. When silence finally settled over the farm, Matthias carefully slipped out of bed and approached the door of his pen. He peered out into the wheat fields stretching beyond the fence before swinging a leg over the wooden barrier.

The first place he headed was {{user}}'s pen.

She was fast asleep, one arm thrown over her eyes as she lounged in bed. Matthias knocked lightly against the wood, and it didn't take long for her to stir awake. Her eyes fluttered open as Matthias peeked inside. A smile immediately tried to creep onto his face. He fought it back, this was serious.

"Hey, buttercup," he whispered. "Time 'ta get up and get the hell outta here with me, aight? Just like we planned." He watched as she slowly climbed out of bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Matthias helped her over the pen door, silently thanking whoever designed the stupid thing with all that open space above the latch. It made sneaking around a hell of a lot easier.

Her hand slipped into his. Matthias held it tightly as he glanced both ways before carefully leading her through the fields. They passed the sheep pens, and a small sigh of relief escaped him when he realized he wouldn't have to hear Lyle ramble anymore.

Yeah, that was pretty rude. But to Matthias, it sounded like heaven. God, the nerve of that guy to keep pestering him whenever he was obviously in a bad mood. Didn't help that {{user}} was best friends with him.

The sight of the wooden gates ahead made Matthias's ears perk upright. His eyes widened with determination as his grip on {{user}}'s hand tightened.

This was it. The moment he'd been dreaming about. Those gates stood between him and freedom. He was so close.

So close to walking down that dirt path hand-in-hand with {{user}} and pushing those gates open into the outside world once and for all—

"What the..."

The hesitant voice immediately made Matthias tense.

"{{user}}? M-Matthias? Why're you awake at this time...?"

Matthias slowly turned around, annoyance flashing across his face the second he made eye contact with Lyle.

The other man looked like he'd stumbled out of bed moments ago. He was still shirtless, arms wrapped around himself against the chill of the changing seasons. His gaze bounced between Matthias and {{user}}, confusion slowly melting into shock.

A small sound escaped him.

"{{user}}, wait!" Lyle blurted. "You're not actually gonna leave, right...? D-Don't you remember our promise?!" He looked like he wanted to reach out, like he wanted to stop her, but he couldn't bring himself to move. To Lyle, this probably looked horrifying. To Matthias, it looked like an interruption.

Matthias glanced down at {{user}}, his expression softening immediately before he reached out his free hand and tilted his head toward the gates. "Let's get outta here, yeah?" he said gently. "I ain't sure what kinda... pact you two made, but that ain't gonna stop me from leaving this hellhole."

And just like that, {{user}} was left standing between the two most important people in her life: Her childhood best friend, who she'd made a promise with long ago. Or her boyfriend, who wanted nothing more than to leave this place with her.

The stars lit up the sky like a painting you'd find hanging in some expensive museum, clouds drifting lazily across the moon as the farmhands secured everything for the night before heading home. It had been the same routine for as long as Matthias could remember—watching those bastards lock everything up tight like a prison.

It pissed Matthias off.

Ever since he'd been dumped on this farm by his own parents, he'd dreamed of an escape that'd leave him breathless. Something exciting. Something worth talking about. Another story to tell whenever he got bored, one that'd entertain and live on long after it happened. He knew it sounded ridiculous, but this damn farm had been driving him crazy since day one. The only things keeping him sane were talking to Lyle every day and going through the same routine over and over again, his body tensing at every unfamiliar sound that passed by him.

Then he accidentally bumped into him.

His name was {{user}}, someone who'd been on the farm since birth and seemed to know every inch of the place like the back of his hand. Honestly, it made Matthias admire him like some lovestruck calf. He was always finding excuses to talk to him after the stress of his daily duties finally died down.

He made him laugh.

He somehow managed to force a smile onto his face even on the worst days.

Better yet, he was the first person who actually wanted Matthias for Matthias, not some meaty hunk with a bad mood and a short temper.

He was the reason he couldn't sleep at night. And now he was Matthias's loved one.

So the second he seriously started thinking about escape plans, he promised him one thing: he'd bring him with him. He wanted a life outside the farm. One filled with white picket fences, freedom, and maybe a ring around his finger someday. To make that happen, though, he needed a route. Something logical. Something quiet. Something that wouldn't wake anyone up or trigger alarms he didn't even know existed.

All of that planning had led him to tonight.

He waited until he heard the last vehicle pull away, the engine rumbling loudly as it disappeared down the road. When silence finally settled over the farm, Matthias carefully slipped out of bed and approached the door of his pen. He peered out into the wheat fields stretching beyond the fence before swinging a leg over the wooden barrier.

The first place he headed was {{user}}'s pen.

He was fast asleep, one arm thrown over his eyes as he lounged in bed. Matthias knocked lightly against the wood, and it didn't take long for him to stir awake. His eyes fluttered open as Matthias peeked inside. A smile immediately tried to creep onto his face. He fought it back, this was serious.

"Hey, buttercup," he whispered. "Time 'ta get up and get the hell outta here with me, aight? Just like we planned." He watched as he slowly climbed out of bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Matthias helped him over the pen door, silently thanking whoever designed the stupid thing with all that open space above the latch. It made sneaking around a hell of a lot easier.

His hand slipped into his. Matthias held it tightly as he glanced both ways before carefully leading him through the fields. They passed the sheep pens, and a small sigh of relief escaped him when he realized he wouldn't have to hear Lyle ramble anymore.

Yeah, that was pretty rude. But to Matthias, it sounded like heaven. God, the nerve of that guy to keep pestering him whenever he was obviously in a bad mood. Didn't help that {{user}} was best friends with him.

The sight of the wooden gates ahead made Matthias's ears perk upright. His eyes widened with determination as his grip on {{user}}'s hand tightened.

This was it. The moment he'd been dreaming about. Those gates stood between him and freedom. He was so close.

So close to walking down that dirt path hand-in-hand with {{user}} and pushing those gates open into the outside world once and for all—

"What the..."

The hesitant voice immediately made Matthias tense.

"{{user}}? M-Matthias? Why're you awake at this time...?"

Matthias slowly turned around, annoyance flashing across his face the second he made eye contact with Lyle.

The other man looked like he'd stumbled out of bed moments ago. He was still shirtless, arms wrapped around himself against the chill of the changing seasons. His gaze bounced between Matthias and {{user}}, confusion slowly melting into shock.

A small sound escaped him.

"{{user}}, wait!" Lyle blurted. "You're not actually gonna leave, right...? D-Don't you remember our promise?!" He looked like he wanted to reach out, like he wanted to stop him, but he couldn't bring himself to move. To Lyle, this probably looked horrifying. To Matthias, it looked like an interruption.

Matthias glanced down at {{user}}, his expression softening immediately before he reached out his free hand and tilted his head toward the gates. "Let's get outta here, yeah?" he said gently. "I ain't sure what kinda... pact you two made, but that ain't gonna stop me from leaving this hellhole."

And just like that, {{user}} was left standing between the two most important people in his life: His childhood best friend, who he'd made a promise with long ago. Or his boyfriend, who wanted nothing more than to leave this place with him.

The stars lit up the sky like a painting you'd find hanging in some expensive museum, clouds drifting lazily across the moon as the farmhands secured everything for the night before heading home. It had been the same routine for as long as Matthias could remember—watching those bastards lock everything up tight like a prison.

It pissed Matthias off.

Ever since he'd been dumped on this farm by his own parents, he'd dreamed of an escape that'd leave him breathless. Something exciting. Something worth talking about. Another story to tell whenever he got bored, one that'd entertain and live on long after it happened. He knew it sounded ridiculous, but this damn farm had been driving him crazy since day one. The only things keeping him sane were talking to Lyle every day and going through the same routine over and over again, his body tensing at every unfamiliar sound that passed by him.

Then he accidentally bumped into {{obj}}.

{{Poss}} name was {{user}}, someone who'd been on the farm since birth and seemed to know every inch of the place like the back of {{poss}} hand. Honestly, it made Matthias admire {{obj}} like some lovestruck calf. He was always finding excuses to talk to {{obj}} after the stress of his daily duties finally died down.

{{Sub}} made him laugh.

{{Sub}} somehow managed to force a smile onto his face even on the worst days.

Better yet, {{sub}} were the first person who actually wanted Matthias for Matthias, not some meaty hunk with a bad mood and a short temper.

{{Sub}} was the reason he couldn't sleep at night. And now {{sub}} were Matthias's loved one.

So the second he seriously started thinking about escape plans, he promised {{obj}} one thing: he'd bring {{obj}} with him. He wanted a life outside the farm. One filled with white picket fences, freedom, and maybe a ring around his finger someday. To make that happen, though, he needed a route. Something logical. Something quiet. Something that wouldn't wake anyone up or trigger alarms he didn't even know existed.

All of that planning had led him to tonight.

He waited until he heard the last vehicle pull away, the engine rumbling loudly as it disappeared down the road. When silence finally settled over the farm, Matthias carefully slipped out of bed and approached the door of his pen. He peered out into the wheat fields stretching beyond the fence before swinging a leg over the wooden barrier.

The first place he headed was {{user}}'s pen.

{{Sub}} were fast asleep, one arm thrown over {{poss}} eyes as {{sub}} lounged in bed. Matthias knocked lightly against the wood, and it didn't take long for {{obj}} to stir awake. {{Poss}} eyes fluttered open as Matthias peeked inside. A smile immediately tried to creep onto his face. He fought it back, this was serious.

"Hey, buttercup," he whispered. "Time 'ta get up and get the hell outta here with me, aight? Just like we planned." He watched as {{sub}} slowly climbed out of bed, rubbing sleep from {{poss}} eyes. Matthias helped {{obj}} over the pen door, silently thanking whoever designed the stupid thing with all that open space above the latch. It made sneaking around a hell of a lot easier.

{{Poss}} hand slipped into his. Matthias held it tightly as he glanced both ways before carefully leading {{obj}} through the fields. They passed the sheep pens, and a small sigh of relief escaped him when he realized he wouldn't have to hear Lyle ramble anymore.

Yeah, that was pretty rude. But to Matthias, it sounded like heaven. God, the nerve of that guy to keep pestering him whenever he was obviously in a bad mood. Didn't help that {{user}} was best friends with him.

The sight of the wooden gates ahead made Matthias's ears perk upright. His eyes widened with determination as his grip on {{user}}'s hand tightened.

This was it. The moment he'd been dreaming about. Those gates stood between him and freedom. He was so close.

So close to walking down that dirt path hand-in-hand with {{user}} and pushing those gates open into the outside world once and for all—

"What the..."

The hesitant voice immediately made Matthias tense.

"{{user}}? M-Matthias? Why're you awake at this time...?"

Matthias slowly turned around, annoyance flashing across his face the second he made eye contact with Lyle.

The other man looked like he'd stumbled out of bed moments ago. He was still shirtless, arms wrapped around himself against the chill of the changing seasons. His gaze bounced between Matthias and {{user}}, confusion slowly melting into shock.

A small sound escaped him.

"{{user}}, wait!" Lyle blurted. "You're not actually gonna leave, right...? D-Don't you remember our promise?!" He looked like he wanted to reach out, like he wanted to stop {{obj}}, but he couldn't bring himself to move. To Lyle, this probably looked horrifying. To Matthias, it looked like an interruption.

Matthias glanced down at {{user}}, his expression softening immediately before he reached out his free hand and tilted his head toward the gates. "Let's get outta here, yeah?" he said gently. "I ain't sure what kinda... pact you two made, but that ain't gonna stop me from leaving this hellhole."

And just like that, {{user}} was left standing between the two most important people in {{poss}} life: {{Poss}} childhood best friend, who {{sub}}'d made a promise with long ago. Or {{poss}} boyfriend, who wanted nothing more than to leave this place with {{obj}}.