#Thank god for 40 minute lunch breaks

[acacia-clan]

Moon 9

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[sofiawritesstuff]

Platonic

part 10

summary: When Lando's "playboy" image is setting a bad reputation for him. He's turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.

pairing: lando norris x best friend!reader

warnings: none!!!

part 9

It wasn't a long drive to Lando's childhood home, only about 40 minutes with traffic. You pulled up the stone drive, turning the loud music down.

"Home sweet home" Lando smiles, removing his hand from your legs “Is your mum home?” he hums, nodding his head taking his seatbelt off “Are you ready? You look nervous?”

“I am” you panic turning to him “Why? You’ve been here like a million times” he laughs taking your hand “Not when the pictures have been out, oh my god Lan she’s gonna hate me” you put your hands to your head

“Baby, look at me” he takes your hand from head “You are the last person in this world that my mum would ever hate. Yes, she’s definitely going to have some questions but we will just be honest with her and everyone else. They’ll understand”

“Okay, yeah. We will go in and answer any questions they have” you nod “I love you” he lifts your chin up with his finger “I love you too”

He kisses you, several times before you’re interrupted by a knock on the window “Who’s behind me” Lando sighs “Ollie” you press your lips together

“Hi” Lando smiles rolling down the window “Yeah hi are you two going to sit out here kissing the whole time or are you going to come inside?”

“Okay I’m going inside now” you sigh awkwardly opening the car door, Oliver walks on ahead into the house closing the door behind him “Not only do we have to face your mother with these pictures but we also have to face your brother”

“Let’s just go inside” he shakes his head, dragging your hand into the house “Mum!” he calls out

The familiar sounding footsteps rush towards the door, followed by another pair not far behind them. You’re greeted by both Cisca and Adam.

“Oh my babies!” Cisca smiles hugging Lando before hugging you “I’ve missed you so much, both of you”

“I’ve missed you too Mum” he says pulling away from Adam “Come in, make yourself comfortable. Adam has put the suitcases upstairs in your bedroom already. Have you both eaten?”

“We had lunch, just not dinner yet” Lando answering following his Mum into the living room “Perfect, I am making dinner. Your sisters will be here soon and Savannah is out with the girls”

“Sounds good.” he sits down on the sofa “How did your meeting go today honey?” Adam asks you sitting across from you and Lando

“Really good, we got everything caught up on everything we needed to and I’m actually getting a break for the triple header which will give us a chance to make a holiday out of Spain and Austria and all of us can spend time with everyone at Silverstone”

“That’s amazing, how’s the racing going Lan?” he turns to his son handing him a cup of coffee that Cisca brought for him “Very good Dad, very happy with how everything is going”

“We’re all very proud of you, very very proud” Cisca smiles proudly “Thanks Mum”

“Awh golden boy is doing Mummy proud” Oliver teases grabbing Lando’s face “Get off me” Lando slaps his hand away

“Stop it you two”

“Granny” Milas voice shouts through the house “Oh my goodness my babies” you quickly get up, rushing towards the door “Auntie Y/N” Mila squeals running towards you “Hi baby. I’ve missed you” you pick her up spinning her around

“No hugs for Uncle Lala?” Lando wraps his arm around your waist, stroking his nieces hair. She reachers out to him and he take her off of you

“Hi lovely” Sav smiles at you opening her arms “I’ve missed you so much” you squeeze her “Trust me, me too. Never marry a Norris”

“She doesn’t have another option” Lando interrupts “What if I did have another option?” you turn to face him “Nuh uh” he says childishly

“See what I mean” Sav nods to Lando “Yeah I’ve missed you too”

Within forty minutes Lando’s sisters arrived and you all sat around the dining table finishing eating dinner.

“Baby pass me the water please” Lando asks with his arm stretched out “Baby?” his sister Cisca asks with a laugh “Uh inside joke” you cover it up quickly, leaving the room to fall into the sound of cutlery tapping against the plates

“Are you staying here this week?” Flo asks you breaking the silence “Mhm, me and Lan are staying in his room”

“Okay, everyone Cisca and I need to talk to Lando and Y/N would you mind clearing from the table” Adam coughs, watching everyone clear the table

“Shit” Lando whispers to himself, looking at your leg that’s now bouncing “Relax”

“I know it’s not our place to put our noses into things but we need to know what it actually going on between you two. If you’re dating I’m going to be really hurt that I found out through social media and not my son or my girl” Cisca sighs

“We’re not dating” you say looking between them two

“Zak came to me, telling me that my image of being with a lot of different women is ruining my reputation and McLaren’s. They tried to set me up with this girl and I refused to do it. They said that I had to and that if I don’t want anyone that they choose then I can choose myself. The only person I could think of was Y/N” Lando explains

“What the fuck Lando” his dad says angrily “So you’re using Y/N? You’ve disappointed me this time. You have set this bad image for yourself that you’re using your best friend? The girl we look to as family?”

“Dad”

“No Lando” he stops him, leaving the table “Mum, please understand that this is the last thing that I wanted to do but she’s the only one that I trust okay and I just. I wouldn’t be doing this if Y/N wasn’t comfortable”

“Y/N?”

“You know that I would do absolutely anything for Lando, even if it means faking something with him. As Lando said it wouldn’t be happening if I wasn’t comfortable”

“I’m just confused, the nicknames? Sharing a bed?”

“I think that would have to be something Lando and I have to talk about, we won’t be able to give you and answer until we have one ourselves”

“Alright” she nods “Well Lando honey you better go talk to your father and also your siblings. They have just been as confused as us”

He agrees, getting up and leaving the table “I’ll help with dishes”

You gather all the plates and follow her into the kitchen loading up the dish washer, you’re in comfortable silence.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you what was going on, it should have came from us earlier”

“I wish that you just saw what we all saw” she sighs “And what’s that?”

“That you are both so hopelessly in love with each other, you’re the only girl that I want for my son. All these years I have had this feeling that you two are going to tell me that you got together. You’re perfect for him Y/N. I know when he says I love you he really means it” she tears up, you look at her. Tears filling your eyes too.

“I am in love with him. I’m so so so in love with him that every time we have something, every time that he holds my hand, kisses me, tell me that he loves me that he will tell me that he’s in love with me” you can’t help but let the tears fall from your eyes

“Awh Y/N” she hugs you and you sob ok her shoulder “I didn’t what to interrupt” the girls poke their head into the kitchen “My mum is right. You have always been my sister, always and one day I want you to officially be apart of my family” Flo smiles

“You have always been my sisters and I love you both so much”

“We love you too”

“Y/N. I’m so sorry love” Adam says coming into the kitchen “Adam, I promise you. I’m going to talk with Lando. We will set things right”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise you I am”

“Well you better go talk to him, he got pretty upset”

You nod heading upstairs to Lando’s bedroom, knocking on the door before entering “Well it’s been a while since we’ve been in here together” you smile, sitting on the bed next to him

“Yeah it has” he laughs resting his head on your shoulder “You okay pretty boy?” you run your hand through his hair “I don’t make you uncomfortable do I?”

“Never”

“Promise me” he holds up his pinky “I promise” you link your pinky with his, kissing them, he leans down kissing you pressing his forehead to yours

“Sav said something about a movie night together tonight. Do you want to go downstairs and join everyone?”

“Stay here for a while?” he asks moving his head to your chest, you lay down flat allowing Lando to get more comfortable, before you knew it you heard snores coming from Lando’s mouth

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[homeofthelonelywriter]

Your lips | Pt. 2

(A/N) Good god, I love the scottish translator. Also, thank you for all the notes on Part 1. ��

Pairing: Simon x fem!pregnant!Reader

Warning: mutual pining, medical stuff (nothing graphic), mention of scars, pregnancy, kissis

Synopsis: Simon makes sure to take care of you. Especially when a certain someone comes back into your life.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue

Two steps out of your house and you almost dropped your decaf coffee. Not that that wasn’t a common occurrence, not since the baby had started kicking and you started getting Braxton Hicks contractions. But this time, you almost dropped it because of the man standing in your driveway. The man and the car behind him.

“Simon?”

He wasn’t wearing his standard uniform, instead sporting grey sweatpants, which hung dangerously low on his hips, and a very, very, very tight black compression shirt. You couldn’t decide if he looked as if he had just rolled out of bed or as if he had just gotten done working out. Secretly, you hoped it was the second option.

“How long have you been waiting for?”

As quickly as your state allowed you to, you walked towards him, but ever the gentleman, he met you halfway and immediately grabbed the bag from your shoulder, before offering you his arm, just like the day before.

“Only a few minutes.”

(He had been standing in that one spot for almost 40 minutes, waiting for you to come out.)

You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow once he turned his head to look at you as well.

“Already told you, you shouldn’t be on your feet this much.”

He quickly turned his head, instead focusing his eyes on the car he was leading you to, but you would swear on your life that you saw a little bit of pink peeking out from behind the mask he was wearing. Your lips pulled into a smile as you felt your own cheeks heat up.

Within ten minutes, Simon parked the car right in front of the clinic doors. You frowned slightly, watching Simon round the car and open your door to help you out.

“Don’t worry, I just want to get you inside, then I’ll leave.”

You chuckle as you link your arm with his.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

Once you realized what you just said, you slapped your free hand over your mouth.

“I-I mean I…ahm…I mean thank you. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to get rid of you. Not after everything you’re doing for me.”

You could tell by the crinkles surrounding his eyes, that he was smiling.

“Well, I’m glad you’re not trying to get rid of me.”

You grinned at him, ignoring the stares from your colleagues as he slowly guided you to your office. Once inside, he made sure you were sat down and had everything you needed before he bid his goodbye and swiftly left.

Within seconds of his departure, one of your favorite colleagues entered the office, a stupid grin on her face. But you held up your hand before she could say anything.

“No, nothing is going on between us. He’s just being nice and taking care of a lonely, pregnant lady.”

You stopped for a second, looking her in the eyes before a grin took over your lips.

“Do I wish something was going on? Definitely.”

This caused your colleague to squeal in excitement as she rushed towards you. On her way, she grabbed the stool on wheels, sitting down midway and using her momentum to slide and stop right next to you.

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

So, you spend the hour you usually took to prepare for the day, recounting everything that had happened so far for her. She listened as if you were telling the most amazing tale, asking questions at the perfect moments and nodding along.

Once it was time for your first patient, you had to usher her out of your office, promising to tell her more during lunch break.

A few days later

You smiled at your phone, a new text from Simon popping up.

“Got a long lunch break. Anything you’re craving?”

You quickly typed your response, naming a few items from your favorite fast-food restaurant. Simon sent back a thumbs-up emoji and you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling up in your stomach. Or was it butterflies?

But before you could focus on lunch, you had one more patient. Although you didn’t know who it was, you knew that it was a check-up for an old injury. All you had to do was check it out and either prescribe further treatment or give them the clear for duty.

When the awaited knock sounded out from your door, you called out to enter without looking up from your screen. You heard the door open and a few steps, before they stopped abruptly. Confused, you lifted your head and locked eyes with a person you thought you’d never see again. Your name left his lips as a whisper. A few months ago you would’ve smiled, jumped to your feet, and hugged him, but now, hatred filled you instead.

Slowly, you got to your feet, never taking your eyes off of your ex.

“Leave.”

He repeated your name this time louder and took a few steps in your direction.

“Stop. I said leave. Go.”

He shook his head.

“Please…I’ve been trying to reach you for months. It was a mistake to leave you, I-”

“I don’t care. I don’t care about your stupid excuses. The fact is, you left me. You left me knowing I was pregnant with your child.”

His eyes immediately flickered to your swollen stomach. He started moving in your direction again, his hands held out as if he wanted to touch your stomach.

“I said stop-!”

Before your ex could take another step, he was pulled back by the scruff of his shirt. A dull thud echoed through the room as his body hit the floor, Simon quickly pinning him down. While the man on the floor struggled to throw Simon off, he just looked back at you, brows furrowed with concern.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, but Simon noticed the way your body was shaking. He needed to get rid of that prick, so he could take care of you. While keeping your ex pinned to the floor, he grabbed his phone and dialed a number, raising the device to his ear.

“Got a muppet causing trouble, can you come in here and take care of him?”

He quickly hung up and a few seconds later, the door to your office opened and a man with a mohawk entered. As soon as he caught sight of you, a low whistle escaped his lips.

“Ah see whit ye'r talking aboot L.t.”

“Johnny.”

“Right, sorry.”

With practiced ease, Simon pulled your ex to his feet and handed him off to the other man.

“Wha would've guessed? a recruit o' ours. Ah will tak' him tae Price.”

Simon nodded, watching until Johnny and your ex left the room. Then he quickly closed the door, before crossing the room to reach you.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You started to nod before reality came crashing down and you started to shake your head as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I-I thought he was gonna hurt me. And the baby.”

Simon gently pulled you into a hug, holding you as tight as he could without squishing you. You leaned into his touch, the shaking slowly subsiding as Simon gently stroked your back.

“It’s okay. I got you.”

You stayed, wrapped up in his arms, until you calmed down. Well, actually your feet started to hurt and you wanted to sit down. So, you slowly peeled away from Simon, before grabbing his arm and leading him over to the bed, where the two of you sat down next to each other.

After a few moments, Simon asked you to wait for a second, before he got to his feet and left the room. Alone, your mind kept flashing back to your ex. He looked just as he had when he left you. Like a coward.

With a dry chuckle, you wiped the tears off your cheeks. He would and could not affect you like this. Not anymore. You stood up and started walking back to your desk when the door opened again and Simon walked in.

“What are you doing?”

You frowned.

“Getting back to work?”

Simon shook his head and walked up to you, pressing his lips to your hairline, through his mask, before pulling back to look at you.

“Just talked to your supervisor. You got the rest of the day off.”

As if nothing just happened, he walked around you and packed your bag, before throwing it over his shoulder. Once he was done, he walked back to where you stayed, rooted to the ground. He looked confused, waving his hand in front of your eyes. You snap out of your stupor, your eyes finding his.

“Can you do that again? Kiss me?”

Your cheeks heated up under his slowly darkening gaze as your words sank in. Your bag hit the floor with a quiet thud as Simon leaned down until his face was right in front of yours. With one hand, he gently grabbed your chin, lifting it slightly, while he used the other hand to pull his mask down.

And then his lips met yours.

When you were a child, you read all these books where kisses were described to feel like fireworks going off. But when you had your first kiss and felt…nothing, you were disappointed, thinking that all these books just lied. But now, here, you felt it. Fireworks going off in your stomach as your lips moved against Simon’s.

All too soon, he pulled back and your eyes fluttered open. And for the first time, you saw his face. All of it. You couldn’t help but reach out, gently tracing over a scar that ran from his chin to his cheek. Simon closed his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his lips as you carefully touched him.

“Sorry, I-”

Simon shook his head and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back and moving his mask back over his mouth and nose.

“Don’t worry, love. Nothing to be sorry for.”

You nodded with a small smile and watched as he picked your bag back up, before threading his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Now, let’s get some food in you, huh?”

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[venusjaynie]

poolside blues

Steve Harrington x fem!reader and platonic Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

summary: you're having a bad day working at the pool, so Steve comes to pick you up early

CW: none really. mentions of PMS and periods, hurt/comfort, also Billy is very sweet throughout this fic !! And you work at the pool with him.

featuring: heather cameo, OC Wes (aka guy who works at pool), OC Brian (manager at pool), steve's puppy Milo

word count: 1.6k

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You've had 3 moms yell at you before lunch today. 5 kids fell into the pool, and you need more than both hands to count how many times Billy has 'banned a kid for life'. It's supposed to be your day off, but Heather called in sick this morning, and your boss really gave you no choice but to come in and cover for her. Needless to say: you're pissed. You and Steve had the whole day planned. He was supposed to take you to the movies, and then out for dinner, and then back to his place, and, unsurprisingly enough, you'd much rather be getting ready for your date than fishing 6 year olds out of the 6ft deep end of the pool.

Earlier, Billy saw how wound up you were, and made you swap places with him. So now you're in the lifeguard chair, yelling for Billy every time some kid almost drowns, or someone runs or breaks the rules.

You only have 3 hours left of your shift, and you honestly can't wait to see Steve, so you're counting down the minutes until he comes to pick you up. But in the meantime, you're just going to do as little work as possible, and hope that you don't fall asleep in the goddamn lifeguard chair.

"Billy! Stop flirting with Nancy's mom and get that kid outta the pool instead!" Mrs Wheeler looks mortified as Billy scoffs and rolls his eyes at you, but does as you say nevertheless, not wanting to upset you anymore than the events of the day already have. After fishing the little kid out of the water by her ankle, he saunters over to your chair, and beckons for you to climb down, and despite the pains in your head, back and stomach, you comply.

"How you feelin' now, kid?" He bumps your shoulder as you stand beside him.

"Meh, I'm fine. And I'm not a kid." He laughs lightly. "Also, Billy, stop flirting with Nancy's mom. It's fuckin' weird. She's 40 and married with 3 kids, one of which is our age and my best friend."

"Hey! I though I was your best friend." You hum.

"You were, then you flirted with Nancy's mom. You've been demoted." He gapes at you.

"That's horrible. God, why the hell am I friends with you?" You shrug.

"I have no idea."

You hear the gate of the pool opening and are confused when you see Heather enter the area. She's already in her work uniform, so you wave her over to where you and Billy are standing.

"Um, I thought you were sick?" She looks puzzled at your question.

"Huh? No, I called Brian earlier and told him I'd be in late and he said- Wait, isn't this your day off?" You're seething. You didn't actually have to come in to cover for Heather all day, just for a few hours in the morning, and that prick made you come in all day anyway. While you're trying to control your anger, Heather heads off somewhere in another direction, but you don't have it in you to care.

"I'm gonna kill him." You go to make a beeline for the manager's office but Billy grabs your arm and reels you back in.

"You're not gonna kill anyone, alright? You're gonna take a deep breath." He looks at you pointedly, and you breathe in deeply. "And you're gonna sit here for another hour. I'll tell Brian you're sick, call Harrington and tell him to come pick you up, yeah? Then you can go home, drink some tea and cuddle with you dumb boyfriend on his ridiculously expensive sofa. How does that sound?" You don't say anything, but simply drop your head into Billy's shoulder and close your eyes. He wraps both arms around you in some sort of embrace, and you've never been more grateful to have Billy in your life.

"Thank you." It comes out muffled, but he hears it anyway.

"You're welcome, kiddo. Now, go sit back up in the chair, I'll call Steve and come back in 10 minutes with a soda for you." You smile, and open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it. "Lemon, I know."

20 minutes pass and Billy isn’t back yet. You don’t think too much about it, assuming he probably just got caught talking to someone.

After another 10 minutes go by, you decide to go looking for him, to see where he’s gotten to. You walk through the pool area, making sure both Heather and Wes are on lookout somewhere, and head to the main reception area, where the vending machines are.

When you walk inside, however, you don't see Billy chatting up a girl, or talking to a family at the desk. Brian's yelling at him instead. You don't hear much of the conversation, but you catch a few snippets.

"She doesn't look sick to me, Hargrove!"

"Jesus, Brian, she threw up in the bathroom like 15 minutes ago, ask Heather, she was with her!" Billy lies through his teeth like it's nothing. Brian sighs, obviously realising he won't win this fight.

"Fine. Just make sure she comes in tomorrow, sick or not." Billy can't get another word in as Brian storms off, and he turns around to see you at the door.

"Sorry you had to hear that."

"It's fine. You didn't have to lie for me."

"You kidding? You're my best friend. 'Course I'd lie for you." He smiles and makes his way over to you, the lemon soda you requested in his hand. "Harrington will be here in 10 minutes."

"Thank you, Billy. I really appreciate this." He doesn't reply, and just pats your head, teasing but afffectionate.

You spend the last 10 minutes of your shift back in the life guard chair, and the wait for Steve to arrive is agonizing, but, after 2 more almost-drownings, and 1 more yelling from an angry dad that time, you hear the familiar sound of the engine of Steve's beamer, and you don't think you've ever been more relieved in your life. You practically jump out of the chair, and Billy joins you in grabbing your things.

He walks you out to the car, carrying your bag, like a true gentleman, and Steve gets out of the car to meet you. Speeding up to get to him faster, you finally reach him and throw your arms around his middle, and he secures his around your shoulders.

"Thanks, man, I really appreciate you taking care of her." Steve nods at Billy, who's currently putting your stuff in the back of Steve's car.

"It's really no problem. She's done nothing but bitch about everything and everyone to me today, so I'd rather she be home with you so I don't have to listen to her complaints." You blindly swat your hand around behind you in an attempt to shut Billy up, but he dodges your attack with ease. "I'm just kidding, she's allowed to be bitchy today. Anyways, I better get back. Brian'll have my head if I don't. See you later, guys!" Both you and Steve bid Billy goodbye and Steve guides you to his car, opening your door for you and closing it when you get seated.

The drive home is peaceful, with Steve making light conversation, not minding when you don't give very detailed answers. His hand is places on your thigh the whole time, his thumb tracing small circles on your leg.

"You still up for a dinner date? Or do you wanna stay home tonight?" He asks gently.

"Maybe we could order in from Gino's?"

"Sounds good, baby. I'll call when we get back." You don't answer verbally, and just nod your head in agreement.

Steve pulls into the driveway, and steps out of the car, making his way to your side to open your door.

When the two of you enter the house you're greeted with the happy barking of your pup. He runs to the door when he hears it opening and jumps up on your leg when he sees you.

"Hi, sweetheart." You pick him up and carry him with you to the living room, and Steve follows in suite, placing his hand on the small of your back. His touch never fails to give you that fluttery feeling in your stomach.

When the two of you are sat on the sofa, he immediately pulls you into his side, and you practically melt against him.

"So, what's got you in such a bad mood today, hm?" Steve gives your waist a little squeeze of encouragement.

"I got my period at the pool. Heather wasn't sick. I've had a headache since yesterday and-" You take a deep breath and Steve gives you an acknowledging hum. "I only had to come in for a few hours this morning, but fucking Brian decided to ruin my day and tell me I was needed until closing hour. And I ruined our date."

"Babe, you didn't ruin anything. It's not your fault your boss is an ass. And I'm sorry about the headache, you want some Tylenol?" You shake your head.

"I took 2 an hour ago."

"Alright. Well, I'll order dinner in a bit, but until then we can just relax here." Steve kisses your temple, and you settle further into his side, letting the stress of the day roll off of your back.

"Thanks, Stevie."

"No thanks necessarily, lovely, just doing my boyfriend duties."

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[writteninthesewalls28]

France and football training

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 12 prompt.

Summary: Sadie just changed High Schools any her first encounter with Josh, the american football player, is not the best…

Warnings: blood, curse words, not proof read

I hate new schools. Thankfully this was my first time going to a different school, but I´d never like it, that´s for sure.

Everyone, doesn´t matter in which class, is staring at you and the teachers want to hear you introduce yourself for the 5th time a day.

It was exhausting and humiliating.

And then, there were the students who asked stupid questions. "Why are you here?" "Do you like it here?" "You look younger than 15" "Do you have a boyfriend?". I was so sick of all of these question and people, so was very relieved when lunch time arrived and I had whole 40 minutes to spend some time alone.

So, I bought something to eat and immediately walked to the grandstand of the football field. At home, at my old high school, I always sat at that area during break and enjoyed the great view and the silence around me, apart from the few birds sitting on the trees.

Thankfully, I could do the same here. And there also was enough time to read in my new book I just bought two days ago.

I loved historical books ever since I had been a little child and my mom first told me about the french revolution. She read these stories to me over and over again, and now, I can read them myself.

So, I sat down on the highest bench on the grandstands and quietly enjoyed reading my Napoleon novel.

Peace, silence, book. That´s all I´ll ever need to be happy.

But suddenly, a big football hit my head and I fell against the hard, wodden headboard behind me.

"Owww!" I called out, slowly reaching to the back of my head and feeling warm blood on my hands. My blood.

I was bleeding.

I heard steps and suddenly a boy with curly, black hair sat next to me with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh. My. God. I´m literally so sorry. I didn´t see you sitting there. I just wanted to improve my throwings skills. Normally no one ever comes here." he took a look at the back of my head. "I´d better come with you to the principals office, you should get that checked in the hospital."

I saw his gaze focusing on my book, which I still held in my hands. "History, huh? Bet we could make some." The boy said to me with a cheeky grin on his face and quickly helped me stand up. "I´m Joshua by the way. Let me help you."

"I don´t need help." I said, not even bothering to tell him my name. Boys are stupid little creatures that nobody needs, I would never tell my name to any of them. I walked past him, already in the middle of the stairs when my books fell out of my hands and Joshua picked it up from the ground

"Alright France, let´s just hope you won´t faint from all that blood loss." He said, handing me my book. He seemed to be a rather smart one, since he immediately knew the words "Napoleon" and "war" are connected to France.

"I won´t. Thanks for worrying though. And be careful with that ball next time." And then I walked off.

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"Hey France! Thought you didn´t want to be hit with a ball again."

This. Guy. I just wanted to enjoy my book and hoped he would not be there again. HE was the one who hit me last time and because of him, I had to go to the hospital. I thought he learned something.

"Well, you were the one hitting me, weren´t you?" I responded. I wouldn´t leave this place, I just wanted to read and have a good time with myself, alone.

"I can´t look out for you when I´m training. So you either leave, or I can´t garantee you are not gonna be hit again." He was getting on my nerves, really badly.

"I won´t leave. Better watch out, or I´m gonna tell the principal that there´s a strange guy hitting me with a ball." I hoped this would make him leave me alone, but he was too stubborn.

"You have absolutely no right to that. I was at this school at this place before. So, I´d say you better leave really fast."

I could fight with him any day. But I had enough now. So I stood up from my bench and left. It wasn´t fair.

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"How about you leave today? I already left the other two times!" I said to Joshua. We are seriously having the same argument again and again. He still doesn´t know my name, and to be honest, I started to feel a little bad for him.

But he did not deserve any information about me.

"Oh come on, France! You did it two times, I bet you can do it a third time."

I sighed and stood up.

I swear, this was the last time.

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"Hey, you!" I rolled my eyes and didn´t even bother to look up from my book.

Him, again. Why couldn´t he just leave me alone."France? Can you hear me? Or do I have to hit you with my ball again?"

I sighed and finally looked up to give him my attention so he would stop shouting at me. I promised myself I wouldn´t be the one leaving today, he already won this argument 4 times, that´s enough times to get his stupid ego higher than it already is anyways.

"What do you want Joshua?" My tone sounded even harsher than I expected it to sound like. But, it felt really satisfying to use so much sarcasm in my words. He deserved it.

"I want to give you two options." I already knew what he was going to say.

"I won't leave today. Forget about it." I didn´t even let him finish.

"Woah. Just let me talk for once. What I wanted to say… Either you leave now and leave me alone." I wanted to stop him from talking but he didn´t let me. "OR you are going to go on a date with me." He suddenly said.

"WHAT? Are you out of your mind?"

"No, I´m not. So, your choice? Are you leaving this place once and for all or going on a date with me?" he asked, having a totally ridiculous grin on his face.

I didn´t want to give him the satisfaction of me actually agreeing to the date, but… I also didn´t want to be the loser again and leave. The voice of my mom suddenly appeared in my mind, telling me to say yes and go on a date with him. Maybe he wasn´t even that bad.

"Okay, which day are we choosing?" I said, really enjoying the surprised and happy look on his face. Looks like he didn´t expect that answer.

"How about tomorrow?"

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I quickly made my way down to the football field where the players still stood. The date with me and Josh went very well, and well… I had my first kiss. We haven´t made it official yet, but he invited me to their first football game of the season and he told me to meet him and his team afterwards. He said: "I want you to see me really play and not only hitting you with the ball." and gave me the tickets for the game.

I hoped he had been as excited for this day as me. I had chosen my outfit very carefully even though I normally never cared about clothing at all (and my mom couldn´t stop laughing at my face when I asked her how to apply make up).

Thankfully they won the game and I could meet his teammates while they were all very happy about their successful game.

It was rather hard to spot him in such a big crowd, but then I saw his short, black hair and the blue tricot with the number "13" printed on it. I quickly ran over to him and he already saw me coming. "Sadie!" he shouted, waving to me. I had a big smile on my face when I reached him and wrapped my arms around his neck, which probably looked pretty hilarious because I was so much shorter than him.

"Good game!" I whispered in his ear and slowly let go of him. 10 pairs of eyes were staring at either me or Joshua and tried understanding this situation. It was the most funny thing I´ve ever seen in my life.

"Sadie, I want you to meet Jack, Hunter, Cole, Alex, Theo, Lewis, William, Christopher, Nate and Jamie." He pointed at each one of the guys and they all tried giving me a warm smile, but failed because their confusion took over, I had to try and hide my laugh. "Boys, this is Sadie… my girlfriend." …

Did he just-

oh my god!

He said girlfriend!

That means we´re officially a couple! I never felt that happy in my life, not even when my mom announced we´re gonna get a cat. Joshua looked at me with a rather terrified look on his face, as if he didn´t knew if I like that word. Silly boy, of course I did.

"Nice to meet you all, Josh told me a lot about y´all." That was a lie, on our date we only talked about history and the french revolution. Because, turns out, Josh is also very much interested in history.

"I have to go now, are we gonna talk later?" I asked Josh and when he gave me a nod, I walked off.

The moment I was leaving, I heard lots of questions thrown at Josh from the boys. "When did you meet?" "Why haven´t you told us?" "Who is she?" "Do you love her?" "Proud of you, bro!" Were only some of them.

Josh had been right all along, we did made some history already.

[iamthecomet]

Finally answering now

Hoot :D

It is absolutely fine, stuff can get lost in the drafts (this is such a thing that would happen to me istg)

Due to a few legal issues it took a while but I finally started the new meds this morning (this means I’ll be taking half of the dose for 5-10 days and then switch to the regular dose)

Luckily, it‘s super Rainy and rather cold since yesterday, because heat isn‘t very nice on my body and makes the general dizziness worse (which would then get enhanced by the meds during the adjustment period)

Thank you. I‘m honestly super thankful that I have friends like that. In like two weeks, my mother will be away for a whole week again (which was the gigantic problem a few weeks ago already. We found a solution for that back then)

This time it seems like she’ll actually let me stay home alone if I‘ll stay over at friend‘s places for like at least 2-3 nights (I’ve proven repeatedly that I can take care of myself for a few days and I actually seem to do better when I’m alone (only when it‘s not permanently but for one or two nights))

I‘m actually really excited for that, cause I have one sleepover (well it‘s more or less a sleep over if I sleep at a friend‘s place, eh?) planned already and I know that we‘ll finally finish watching season 2 of the Witcher. (And possibly she and the other friend we started watching it with will actually stay with me the night after that and we might start season 3 which was recently released? (Is released the right word? Oh god, ESL struggles)

About the cane: I‘ve started to feel more and more unstable and much more unsafe from day to day and every slightly bigger bit I have to walk (to the point that I need to take a short break when walking up the stairs to our apartment (and we live on the 3rd floor, so it‘s really not that high))

I do have a general doctors appointment scheduled for December, but it feels like that will take forever. And I’ll have to go there again sooner because they need to test my blood, but that‘ll be in the end of September and there probably won‘t be a doctor.

So we decided that my mother, stepdad and I will buy a cane (without prescription, so we‘ll have to pay fully for it). It‘ll be like 40-50€, which apparently is like 45-55$, but we decided that it‘s worth it to keep me at least a little more independent

We‘re planning on buying it on Thursday. Tomorrow, I’ll have one of my regular appointments, for which I’ll have to walk quite a bit (to get there). So I’m pretty scared of that, but I also know that I’ll just have to make it that day and then I‘ll most likely finally get something to help make me feel a little more stable

(It’s getting long again, whoop-)

Things sadly aren‘t going as well anymore. I’ve been feeling really terrible yesterday and the day before yesterday. Somehow today was quite a bit better and I also finally had a bit of contact with my partner again, which was awesome (we’re long distance and I struggle to text people, especially when I feel worse)

TW mental health

I had to fight against like suicidal thoughts and thoughts about relapsing (I have a bit of a history with self harm) again, which had been less intense for quite a while but sadly came back.

Luckily, today was better with that as well (at least so far), and I got to loose myself a little more in my interests again which is an awesome distraction

And I also managed to not only go to a grocery store that requires me to take a bus and a streetcar (and also walk), but I also went and got some bread for lunch in the grocery store that is not even two minutes away (going outside is something I struggle with, as well as grocery stores and ofc walking, so I think that‘s some pretty great success)

How have you been? Is the post really-great-stuff depression at least a bit better?

~ @owlishanon

Getting to this finally (I've already read your update, so I'll answer that one shortly too ♥. Trying to get caught up on my asks/requests FINALLY. We'll see how many I actually have energy for). It's been a couple days and I hope your new meds are treating you alright. I know the adjustment period could be nasty, but I'm hoping it goes easy on you, you deserve it. Your week alone (sort of) sounds like it will be great. You'll get to spend time with your friends, and some time to yourself (which can sometimes be really great). And just knowing that you've got fun stuff to look forward to while she's away is great. I'm sorry that you've had some bad mental health days, but I'm glad that you're pushing through it and still taking care of yourself. You can always DM me if you need someone to vent to if/when you're going through it <3. Going to the grocery stores, and getting stuff done is great. Even when it's just errands it feels good to get out of the house and accomplish something when you're feeling down. It's like a little reminder that you can do this. I've been alright. My mental health is not where it should be but I'm taking it easy and doing what I can and being nice to myself. My partner is off work next week and we're just staying around here instead of traveling so I'm hoping that we can do some fun stuff together (which, despite living together we do not get to do often because working and renovating a house takes up a lot of time).

[jerry-hornes-foot]

thinking about steve getting so horny at work and coming home during his lunch break to fuck 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

This horny needy boy just absolutely pelting it all the way home just to get fucked, I 🥵🥵

I hope you enjoy

807 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; quickie; handjobs; penetrative sex; pet names; pretty boy (steve); baby (steve); offensive language; mild praise

It's the middle of the afternoon when you hear the sound of keys rattling in the door. You turn from the sink and head into the living room, drying the dish water off your hands with a tea towel, and find Steve barrelling through the door, out of breath.

"Oh thank god, you're here!"

"Yeah I'm off today, I thought you were working till-"

You're cut off as Steve catches hold of you and shuts you up with a firm kiss. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, and there's a notable urgency to his kisses. You pull away from him for a second, laughing a little at the absurdity of his entrance,

"What's all this about?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I just... I couldn't help myself. It was dead at work and I... I started thinking and... well then I couldn't stop thinking... about you and... I don't know I just..."

"How long have you got?"

Steve checks his watch,

"About 40 minutes."

You smile and grab at his silly little green waistcoat,

"We'd better hurry up then."

Neither of you bother to get undressed, it would just be wasting time. You're on the couch, straddling Steve and pushing his back into the couch as you kiss him. It's not long before you've got his underwear pulled just low enough around his hips to wrap your hand around his cock, which has been achingly hard since he stormed in the door a few minutes ago. Your hand strokes back and forth rhythmically, making Steve groan and push his head back into the cushions.

"Tell me what you were thinking about at work."

"Mmph, this..." admits Steve, "You on top of me, stroking my dick... and my hair... and..." He stops, a warm pink flush washing over his cheeks.

"And what?" You say, softly.

"And... calling me pretty."

"Oh really?" You lean forwards and run your free hand through his hair. "Well... you are pretty. Very pretty. Gorgeous in fact. Think of anything else while you were meant to be getting work done?"

"I uh..." Steve's face contorts and you draw another loud moan from him as your hand runs up and down his length. "Mm fuck! I was thinking about you riding me until I cum... letting me cum inside you."

"Oh you'd like that huh? Well you'd better be quick about it Harrington, you wouldn't want to be late "

Steve's hands cling to your ass for dear life as you roll your hips on top of him. His eyes are screwed shut, head pushed back, practically screaming as you fuck him. The feeling of his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you drives you wild. Steve seems like he's close already, which is probably a good thing considering how soon he'll need to get back in the car. You start to thrust your hips a little harder.

"You like that, huh? Like the way I fuck you, pretty boy?"

Steve whines at the pet name and nods, rolling his hips upwards and dragging his fingers down into your thighs. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you makes you salivate.

"You're so close, baby, come on. I'll just keep fucking you harder until you cum for me."

Steve whines again as you pick up even more speed, you're having to grip the top of the couch with your hand to keep yourself steady as you pound against him. Steve's legs start to shiver against yours as you bounce harder and harder.

"That's it pretty boy, how about you cum for me? I want to feel you cum inside me."

As if on cue you feel a rush of heat shoot into your body. With one final shout Steve's body tenses a few times before he collapses into the couch, out of breath.

You hurry to get yourself cleaned up, wanting to make sure you get to kiss Steve goodbye before he leaves again. When you get back into the living room he's fixing his hair in the mirror. He turns and looks up at you as you come in,

"That was uh... wow." He says with an awkward laugh. "I'm sorry I came home so suddenly, I just-"

This time it's you who cuts him off with a kiss.

"I liked it."

Steve smiles before catching sight of the clock over your shoulder.

"Shit! I'd better get going."

He gives you another quick kiss then grabs his bag from the floor where it had been recklessly tossed earlier.

"Oh wait!" You call after him as he goes for the door, "You've not had anything to eat, aren't you hungry?"

Steve stops in his tracks and turns to face you, a filthy smile plastered over his face,

"You're right," He says dryly. "Maybe you oughta take your pants back off."

[silverdelirium]

HEAVEN | D.M

pleaseee why am i such a whore😭 i was gonna write fluff but oh well, this is pretty shitty too so i’m sorry

summary: draco fucking you on the kitchen counter while your toddler sleeps on the couch in the living room.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oil play? idk what it’s called but yeah, light degradation

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“Is he asleep?” you asked your husband as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while you were cutting up some vegetables for today’s lunch.

“Yeah, on the couch though, if i moved him to his room he would’ve woken up.” he answered before delivering a kiss to the back of your head as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo, the one he fell in love with oh so many years ago. He was certain that that’s what heaven would smell like when his time arrived.

And right now it almost seemed like it had arrived 7 years ago when he first asked you out. You in his arms, the little blob of flesh and blonde hair sleeping in the living room outside the kitchen. He was certain that he was in heaven.

The moment of bliss Draco passed, vanished a bit when a certain lust clouded his mind when you bent forward a little to grab the oil for the salad, your plump ass fitting like a puzzle on his clothed groin that began to tighten by the minute.

Draco, a little annoyed that his body’s natural response to the love of his life ruined his moment of cloud nine, tried to pay no mind to this, assuring himself he could wait until night when you guys could do it in your private soundproof bedroom.

You obviously took notice of his little problem, deciding to mess around a bit, you placed the oil next to the bowl of the salad and while mixing it, decided to lean your bum on his clothed cock a bit more, making it seem like you were just trying to get comfortable.

This emitted a low groan from Draco, starting to acknowledge the game you were trying to play. Is that how you wanted to be? Alright then.

Draco lightly grinded his, now bulged, groin into your ass, while moving his hands from your waist to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You shuddered a bit at this, yet continued to amplify his torture by leaning forward, with much more of a stretch than needed to “reach the salt” but still applying enough pressure on him.

He had enough, so he leaned his upper half forward and grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and manage to turn your head to the left, so he leaned his head close enough to your ear and whispered “Why are you playing with daddy sweetheart, thought you were a good girl?”

Your mouth parted at this, he used this as his advantage and captured your lips in his from where he had your head turned. The kiss quickly became heated, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, heads tilting, salad long forgotten.

Draco started to lift your shirt over your head, the kiss breaking for a second to toss it completely off, using this tiny break to take his off in the process, as to not waste time, both of you still aware that scorpious only slept for a good 40 minutes on a regular nap, you silently hoped that it would be one of those days where he slept for about an hour and a half. But you couldn’t be certain.

Draco turned you fully around now, you wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands massaging your ass. And he grabbed the hem of your shorts and yanked them down, your panties going off too, without breaking the kiss since you managed to slid them down your legs fully and stepped out of them.

He wasted no time in unclasping your bra, after 7 years of practice with you, it paid off for moments like this, but he still wanted to make everything with you memorable so he guided your naked form towards the counter and turned you around so you were bent forward, your left cheek pressing against the cold marble, but fuck the marble, you only cared about your husband being inside you and your baby boy not waking up right now.

Draco grabbed the bottle of oil that was next to the salad and poured it on your back. You gave a loud gasp at this.

“Shh baby be quiet, wouldn’t want our child waking up and seeing mama being a loud little whore do we now?” He taunted while rubbing the oil up and down your back, bringing it down to your ass cheeks, being careful not to put it anywhere near your pussy, not that it needed anyway, with the way it was basically dripping by now.

“N-no daddy” you said softly, your heat pooling with more arousal at the feeling of his large hands running down your body.

“Now be quiet and be a good slut for daddy, yeah?” You hummed at this, not being able to find your voice.

Draco pulled his sweatpants, along with his boxers, down enough to let his erected cock out, he massaged your ass before putting it in, your mouth parted open and a quiet moan escaping you at the feeling of being full.

“God- daddy you’re so big” you moaned out, not loud enough for scorpious to hear but enough to alert Draco. He had to control himself from slamming his hand down on your glistening ass, instead grabbing it roughly with one hand, and the other grabbing the back of your neck once again and pulling you up so your back was arched and your boobs were off the counter, stomach still pressed against it.

“I said, shut the fuck up before you wake him up” He whisper-yelled.

“S-sorry daddy just want you to fuck me hard and fast” You whimpered.

“I will if you stay quiet, alright princess?” You gave another hum. So he grabbed both of your hipbones letting your head down and made sure his fingers were on top of them, knowing that at the speed he had planned, you were gonna have a very bad pain on your hips from the contact of the counter, so instead, he would obviously rather have his fingers crushed than you being hurt in any way.

He started to ram himself into you, showing no sympathy and doing as you had previously stated, fucking you hard and fast.

Draco was pounding into his wife like his life depended on it, and it was truly ironic that he had asked you to stay quiet when he was breathing heavy and tried to contain his groans because the way your pussy was pulsing around him and hugging his cock like a fucking vice was too much.

Both of you knew you weren’t gonna last long, and thank goodness for that because your toddler was gonna wake up any minute now.

“You gonna cum on my cock pretty girl? Gonna cum on daddy?” he asked, wanting to be certain his girl could finish first, always.

“Yes daddy i’m gonna cum!”

“Cum.”

And with the way your juices poured onto his cock, he couldn’t hold back and sank all the way into you and released inside you.

After the both of you got down from your high, draco pulled out gently, grabbing a kitchen towel and dabbing it in the tap water a bit before quickly cleaning himself and pulling his sweatpants back up as fast he could.

The he marched towards you and started cleaning you up. He was obviously gonna give you a bath after to get you properly clean but for now, this would do.

Draco grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and put it on you, and grabbing your panties that were laying on top of your shorts and put them on. When he finished dressing you up, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

And as if on cue, right when he was lovingly gazing into his wife’s eyes, a small paddle of feet could be heard coming closer to the kitchen entrance, draco and you turned to look over his shoulder to watch a four year old toddler rubbing his eyes before beaming at the sight of his parents.

“Mama” he cheered, after not seeing you before his nap, his instinct told him to go see you.

“Hi baby” you said before picking him up.

And as Draco watched his son and wife, the people he loved the most, conversing together he realized that indeed, he probably died years ago and is currently in heaven.

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos. 

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.  

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok? 

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished. 

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways. 

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing? 

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out. 

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”. 

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: i hit 200 followers!! as celebration, i put out a list of 40 prompts and you can send me an ask with up to three and i will write a one-shot including them! i have already received one request and i’m already in the process of writing it but i would love to write more!

Masterlist

Chapter 23

You inhaled sharply as you sat up in the hospital bed. Spencer looked at you, concerned.

“The doctor gave you the option to stay here for one more night. Are you sure you want to be discharged today?” Spencer asked.

“I need to go home. It’s so boring here. I’ll heal quicker at home, I promise,” you whined.

“Scientifically, that’s not possible but fine. Don’t think for a second that I’m going against the doctor’s orders though. Bed rest for a week,” Spencer brushed the stray hairs off your face and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You’re no fun,” you pouted as he helped you into the wheelchair.

“I think Jo and Penelope have a little surprise for you waiting at home that will cheer you up,” Spencer smiled.

-

Spencer insisted on carrying you bridal-style through the front door because you couldn’t walk up the steps.

“We’re not officially married yet,” you teased.

“Oh hush, I’d keep you in my arms forever if I could,” he pulled you closer to his chest.

You snuggled into his cardigan that smelled like an old bookstore, “I guess I wouldn’t mind that either.”

Spencer slowly put you down and opened the door to your bedroom. Technically, it was you and Spencer’s shared bedroom now because he hardly ever used his bedroom now other than as storage for his things. Most of his clothes had already migrated to your closet and one of your bedside tables now had piles of books, a journal with chicken scratch, and his reading glasses atop it.

Inside, you saw Jo and Penelope holding heart balloons that said “Get Well Soon!” and a big teddy bear.

“Awww, thank you, my lovelies,” you smiled.

“I brought the mini fridge from my office so you are fully stocked with waters, juice, ice cream, fruit, whatever your little heart desires,” Penelope chirped.

“Thank you, Pen. You didn’t have to do that. I feel bad now. Where are you going to put your lunch?”

“Nonsense, my dear! There’s a fridge in the break room I can use. Don’t worry about me,” she assured you.

“And I made you drawings, Mommy,” Jo gestured to the walls of the room covered in colorful crayon sketches of animals, dinosaurs, trees, and people.

“Oh my god, these are so gorgeous, Jo! They are definitely going to help me get better, thank you.”

Jo hopped up on the bed to give you a hug.

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” she said as you planted a kiss on her head.

“Alright, I’m going to head out. Let me know if there’s anything I or anyone else at the BAU can do, literally anything, you just name it,” Penelope stated.

“Bye, Pen. Thank you so much,” you waved.

“Do you want soup? Spring rolls? Tea? What can I do for you, love?” Spencer eagerly asked.

“Could you please see if we have the ingredients for a cake for a special little 7 year-old?” you grinned.

“One cake, coming right up,” Spencer nodded, “Jo, do you want to help or stay with Mommy?”

“Stay with Mommy,” Jo grabbed the TV remote and curled into your side.

“Can you handle it?” you asked hesitantly, knowing baking wasn’t really Spencer’s forte.

“I will try my best,” he smiled, “And if not, I will go to the store.”

-

An hour later, Spencer opened the bedroom door, holding a chocolate cake with purple candles. He looked absolutely adorable, he was wearing your sunflower apron and he had flour residue on his nose.

“As promised,” he smiled, setting the cake down.

Jo was practically drooling as the cake was set in front of her.

“Hold on, I need to get plates and forks!” Spencer rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

“You better hurry. Jo looks like she is ready to just start eating it with her hands,” you laughed.

-

A week later, you woke up super early and jumped out of bed, dancing around a little in Spencer’s sweater, your PJ shorts, and fuzzy socks.

“Bed rest is over!” you cheered quietly to yourself, going downstairs to make banana bread.

Spencer came down fifteen minutes later as you were dancing around the kitchen to your music and whisking the batter.

“Bed rest is over,” you beamed as he came up behind you, tucking his chin into your neck and squeezing you softly, leaving a kiss as he pulled away.

“I love you,” he grinned.

“And I love you too...Spence, I was thinking…” you turned to face him after you put the pan in the oven.

“About what?” he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter with his mug of coffee.

“I don’t want to wait any longer. Can we please get married already?” you asked.

“Like now now?” he smiled softly.

“Like as soon as we can but still having a small ceremony so our friends and family don’t kill us for eloping,” you placed your hands on his chest.

“JJ and Will had their wedding in Rossi’s backyard,” Spencer suggested.

“Penelope did say if we needed anything, just ask,” you grinned.

Spencer already had his phone out of his pocket before you could say anything else. He dialed Rossi and put it on speaker.

“Reid, to what do I owe this pleasure on a lovely Tuesday morning,” Rossi spoke through the phone.

“Hey, Rossi. Y/N and I kind of have a big favor to ask,” Spencer began.

“Name it.”

-

Everything was a whirlwind after that. You decided Saturday evening would be best for the wedding so you and Spencer had exactly five days to coordinate your wedding.

Luckily, the team took care of most of the planning like the caterer and the set-up of Rossi’s backyard but you and Spencer’s opinions were still needed for everything from which flowers you wanted in your bouquet to what flavor of cake.

You and Spencer sat in bed one night criss-cross across from each other and you each had a little journal and pen in your hand. You both wrote your vows over the next hour. Spencer would occasionally look up at you, stare for a minute, silently smiling, and then continue jotting something down.

Spencer pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and leaned over your journal.

“No peeking!” you rolled on your back, flailing your legs so he couldn’t get to your journal.

“Ugh fine, I surrender,” he laughed, grabbing on to your legs to stop your movements, “I guess I can wait 3 more days.”

He leaned down to kiss you.

“3 more days,” you repeated with a dreamy smile.

-

You and Jo met the BAU ladies at a boutique to get dresses for everyone. You had decided on a dusty blue for the bridesmaid dress color but you let them choose which style they wanted so everyone was matching but still got to decide which dress they liked best.

Jo was essentially given free rein in the children’s section of the store and chose a pale pink dress with a bow on the back that would serve as her flower girl dress.

After all that was settled, everyone gathered on the couch near the fitting room to watch you try on dresses, you had been saying from the start that you just wanted something simple. All the options in the store were overwhelming to you but the girls insisted you at least try on a little of everything to get a feel for it.

You came out in a huge poofy wedding dress courtesy of Penelope.

Jo burst out in giggles, “Mommy looks like a cupcake.”

“I think anything overly poofy is ruled out. I want to be able to pee without the help of 3 bridesmaids,” you walked back into the fitting room.

Next was a gown with lots of detailed beading and lace and a long train.

“I think it’s too much,” you sighed, “Plus, I don’t want to trip on this train while walking down the aisle,” you returned to the stall.

You walked out of the dressing room once more and everyone gasped.

“Oh my god,” Penelope was fanning her face to dry the fast-forming tears.

“Y/N, I don’t want to speak for you but I think this is the one,” JJ smiled.

The dress you were wearing was a white satin gown. It was a maxi dress with spaghetti straps and it hugged your hips but was loose around your legs so it was still comfortable.

“It’s perfect,” you smiled softly, looking in the mirror.

Jo hopped off of Emily’s lap and joined you on the little stage, still in her flower girl dress, doing a little twirl. You started to cry from all the happiness and pent-up excitement you were feeling.

-

“Hey, how’d it go?” Spencer asked when you got home.

You rounded the corner to the couch where he was laying.

“That good?” he asked.

“What?” you furrowed your brow, looking at him in confusion because you hadn’t said anything yet.

“You have remnants of mascara on your cheeks indicating that you were crying and that means you must have found the perfect dress because Jo is over there grinning like a fool,” Spencer smiled.

“You know you’re a retired profiler, right?” you teased.

“Mommy looked so pretty, Daddy! You wouldn’t even believe it!” Jo exclaimed.

“Oh, I believe it, Princess,” Spencer lifted Jo up on to his lap, “I know it’s against the rules for me to see Mommy’s dress but can you do a fashion show for me with yours?”

Jo nodded enthusiastically, running up to her room with the bag in her hand.

“Ready!” she called out a few minutes later.

“Now introducing your royal highness, Princess Josephine Y/L/N-Reid,” Spencer announced as Jo walked down the stairs, doing a fancy royal wave.

A/N: i absolutely can not wait to write the wedding chapter

[hintofelation99]

Jason Chaperons Damian's Field Trip

Damian and Jason in the Batcave trying to murder each other

Jason: I'm going to kill you demon brat!

Damian: Ha! I'd like to see you try Todd!

Fighting continues for the next two days

Bruce: That's it! Jason, Damian, no more fighting. You two are going to bond even if it kills you!

Jason: Again?

Bruce: Not the time Jason!

Damian, rolling his eyes: And how exactly do you expect me to bond with this barbarian?

Bruce: A trip to the art museum.

Damian and Jason look confused.

Bruce: Damian's class is going to the Gotham art museum next Friday. I was going to chaperon, but since you both decided to try and stab each other in public I have some PR matters to attend to. So, Jason will chaperon.

Damian: That is absolutely ridiculous father. Is it not enough that I am already forced to see subpar art with snot nosed brats? Now I have to take the zombie?!

Jason: Watch it brat!

Damian: Tt

Jason and Damian glare at each other.

Bruce: No, your brother is taking you to see world renowned art with your peers.

Jason: C'mon Bruce, world renowned? It's the Gotham art museum.

Bruce, glaring: Fine. Country renowned.

Jason raises his eyebrows.

Bruce: Don't push it. I'll call the school and let them know that you're taking my place.

--> The Next Friday <--

Jason: Damian! Get your ass down here!

Damian: I am right beside you Todd.

Jason: Where's your tie? And your blazer? Where's your backpack?

Damian: Calm down Todd. I have never been late for school and I do not plan to deviate from that today.

Jason: Whatever. Just be ready in the next five minutes, I want to get coffee first and we are not going to be late.

Damian: Pennyworth has already brewed a pot of that infernal drink.

Jason: And Tim has already called dibs on the entire pot. That kid is scrawny, but when it comes to coffee he's vicious.

Damian: Tt.

-------

Damian: STOP THE CAR RIGHT NOW TODD!

Tires screech as Jason whips into a parallel parking spot in front of the school. Damian's entire class watches this happen. They look terrified.

Damian, jumping out of the car, cursing in Arabic: Are you trying to murder me?!

Jason, casually getting out of the car with a Frappuccino, shrugs: I told you we wouldn't be late.

Damian: WE ARE THIRTY MINUTES LATE!!

Jason, shrugs: Oops.

-------

Teacher: Ok class! This is Jason Todd, he is Damian's older brother and he will be helping out on the field trip today. I expect you all to be on your best behavior today! Now Mr. Todd, would you like to tell us a little about yourself?

Jason, feet on a desk not paying attention, glaring at Damian.

Teacher: Mr. Todd?

Jason chokes on Frappuccino, stands up.

Jason: Uh, yeah, sure. Um, my name is Jason Todd, feel free to just call me Jason. Uh, what else?

Teacher: Maybe give us a fun fact about yourself?

Jason: Sure, sure. Uh I recently spent some time down under.

Teacher: Oh, in Australia?

Jason: Yeah, let's go with that.

Damian facepalms

-------

On the bus, kids screaming and throwing things at each other. Damian and Jason sit at the front near Damian's teacher. Jason has his eyes closed and looks tense.

Teacher: Uh, Mr. Todd? Jason? Are you alright?

Jason: Just peachy.

Damian: Pull it together Todd. You are embarrassing me.

Jason: Listen demon spawn, I'm trying to keep it together and not maim a rich brat. So why don't you shut up.

Damian: Tt. Everyone knows you are too cowardly to maim a child. However, I do admit that the loud and confined environment could cause stress... Here. Take these.

Damian hands Jason headphones. Jason looks confused.

Damian: Grayson claims that music can have a calming affect.

Jason: ...Thanks brat.

-------

Teacher: Ok class we are here! Remember to stick with your groups. Group one is with me. Group two is with Mrs. Smith. And group three is with Jason.

Kids break into groups, each group has seven kids.

Jason: Group three over here!

Damian rolls his eyes as the other six kids approach.

Jason: Be nice. Ok kiddos, we're starting at the uh American Rural Avant Garde exhibit. What the fuck is that crap?

Teacher: Oh my! Um, Mr. Todd. We do not encourage such strong language.

Jason: Wha- oh! You mean crap, so teach' that's my bad.

Teacher: Uh, no I uh-

Jason: Anyway c'mon demons let's go look at shitty art.

Teacher, chanting under their breath: The Wayne's donate a lot of money. The Wayne's donate a lot of money.

-------

In the cubism section.

Kid 1: Mr. Todd! When's lunch?

Jason: Call me Jason kid, and it's only ten? Lunch isn't until one.

Kid 2: But I'm hungry!

Kid 3: And this is boring!

Jason: It's not that bad, look at this thing! It's- oh shit is that a Picasso?

Kid 4: Uh, yeah?

Jason: Fuck that asshole, let's go get ice cream.

Damian: Todd! That is not in the schedule, we can not skip a section just because you dislike the artist!

Jason: See, that's were you're wrong baby bird. I'm in charge and I say that Picasso is an asshole and we're skipping his shit.

Damian: We are already in trouble with father, if we exhibit bad behavior he might force us to spend more time together.

Jason: Look kid, Bruce sent me here because he wants us to bond. The greatest form of bonding is breaking rules and skipping school. So, really, by skipping we're actually doing what he wants.

Damian: Tt. I suppose that sounds accurate.

-------

Jason: Time for lunch kiddos.

Kid 2: But we just finished our ice cream break?

Jason: No, we just finished the seeing the museums second floor. Right?

Kid 6: No we-

Jason: No no, we finished the second floor. The whole ice cream thing, that's our little secret. Right?

Kids: Ohhhhh

Jason: Now you're getting it!

-------

Damian glares at his lunch

Jason: What's wrong kiddo?

Damian: Tt. It appears that I might have, accidentally, taken Drake's lunch instead of my own.

Jason: And? What's the problem?

Damian: Drake, packed that abomination that he calls a sandwich.

Jason: Oh, god. He packed a peanut butter pepperoni sandwich again?

Damian, looking at the lunch with complete disgust: Yes.

Jason: Here, take my PB&J.

Damian: ...

Jason: Timbits taste in sandwich's is a crime against humanity. But I'm not vegan, so if worst comes to worst I'll eat it.

Damian: ...Thank you Todd. I- I did not think you cared about my dietary choices.

Jason: Just because we fight sometimes doesn't mean I won't have your back kid. Yeah, I guess being vegan is a choice, but it's a choice that I'll always support.

Damian quickly hugs Jason before taking his sandwich and pretending nothing happened.

Damian: I appreciate the support. Thank you, brother.

Jason: No problem baby bird.

-------

Jason: So, we have an hour before we have to get back on the bus. And, uh- oh shit! Ok, so apparently we had an assignment. Uh, the instructions say to draw your favorite work and write why you like it. What the fuck kind of bullshit assignment is that?

Jason: Uh, ok we're doing a speed draw. Everyone just pull up your favorite work on the museum website and try your best.

--> 40 Minutes Later <--

Jason: Ok, hand me your sheets and let's head to the bus.

Damian, hands his assignment in.

Jason: Whoa, huh.

Damian, looking nervous: What Todd?

Jason: Nothing, just this is a really good drawing kid.

Damian blushes: Of course it is.

Jason smiles and ruffles Damian's hair: Good job brat.

Damian smiles and heads to the bus

------

Both in the car, about to drive back to the manor.

Jason: You know, I actually sorta had fun today.

Damian: Your presence was... enjoyable.

Jason: We're never telling that to Bruce, right?

Damian: Obviously, if father thinks that his plan worked he will be completely insufferable.

Jason: Agreed. Y'know, sometimes field trips go long.

Damian: Oh?

Jason: Yeah, I mean, it wouldn't be too weird if we were an hour or so late getting home.

Damian: If we were to be late getting home, how would we spend that time?

Jason: There's a cool arcade that should be open right now.

Damian: I do not believe that I have ever been to an arcade.

Jason: Well, that needs to be fixed right now. You down baby bird?

Damian: I- uh I am down, is that the correct usage of the term?

Jason: Hell yeah.

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Based on this headcanon.

[troubatrain]

set it up - a. beauvillier

a/n: i started this idk 9000 years ago with three different hockey boys but i’ve never written for tito and this could be 6k words of absolute garbage but i think you guys will like it?? it was inspired when i watching the Netflix movie Set It Up, which I absolutely love because who doesn’t love a romcom. I wanna thank @nazdaddy​ for giving it a quick read like halfway through to hype me up you’re a real one!!

You felt sick.

Your feet hurt, your head was pounding and you were absolutely soaked. It started in the morning, waking up late for and having to sacrifice your morning coffee so your boss wouldn’t kill you. Then there was the workday from hell, skipping lunch to work on a project because your boss’s son had a brain the size of a raisin. By the time five rolled around, a storm had sweeped into New York, soaking the city streets on a day when you didn’t have an umbrella on hand. The subway packed, and by the time you’d gotten back to your apartment you were absolutely exhausted. You were looking forward to a night in, a glass of wine and ordering take out.

Then you were met with the sight of a pink scrunchie, sparkling against your door and stopping you dead in your tracks.

Rose was your best friend, and that was the sole reason why you haven’t murdered her yet. You’d lived with Rose since you were freshman in college, randomly paired up as roommates and you got lucky she turned out to be your friend. In all of those years, she’d been with the same guy who she met approximately four hours after you moved into your dorm. Cam was great, until one day he just wasn’t. Rose still didn’t know what happened, but after grieving the longest relationship she’d ever been in for months, she was finally ready to start dating again. Turns out, dating again, was going to ruin your life.

You furrow your eyebrows, rubbing your hand over your eyes and trying to remember if she mentioned having anyone over. You open your phone, remembering how you turned on do not disturb sometime after she sent you her tenth meme of the day while you were working your ass off.

Having Kyle over for dinner - among other things, can you stay out for a bit?

You lean your head back, letting out a small scream in frustration. You hear a laugh behind you, and you turn around to be met by your neighbor. Anthony Beauvillier was an okay neighbor. He was quiet, usually giving you some sort of heads up that he’d been having a party which was rare. You knew he was gone most of the time because of hockey, but you never cared to ask any questions further than that. One thing you did notice about your neighbor, was just how handsome he looked in a suit on the rare occasion you caught him in the elevator.

“You okay?” Anthony asks, turning his head to the side, “Are you locked out?”

“No,” You sigh, debating whether or not you really needed to drop this on him, “Rose has a friend over, and I missed her text to tell me to stay out.”

“But you’re soaked,” Anthony points out, pointing to the water that was dripping off of you, “Come by me.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that, I’ll just-” You start to decline his invite, but his eyes were kind while they were staring at you, an amused smile on his face.

“C’mon Y/N, I’ll get you some dry clothes,” Anthony smiles, opening up his apartment door and insisting you came in, “And I’m not going to cook all of this for myself.”

Anthony holds up the grocery bags in his hand, soft eyes and a smile to match staring back at you. You nod, taking the invitation inside because it beat sloshing around in your heels, “Thanks Anthony.”

“You can call me Beau if you want,” Anthony shrugs, pointing down the hallway of the apartment that was identical to yours, “My rooms down there take whatever you want.”

Anthony moves around his kitchen, his mind wandering about why he felt compelled to invite her neighbor inside. Really he felt bad, you looked like you were having an awful day and getting sexiled from your own apartment probably would have been enough to break you. Anthony was tired too, his body was sore from a rough practice earlier that day. Not to mention the team was on a five game losing streak and while Anthony knew he could be doing more himself, he knew Mat wasn’t playing up to usual standards either.

Mat was a mess, and it was starting to drive Anthony absolutely crazy. He thought he was in love, a random girl he followed on Instagram who he took out a few times. Mat thought it was something, turns out she thought it was something casual. Now, his usual cocky and charismatic best friend was just a sad shell of himself. Selfishly, Anthony wanted him to get over it because if he did then they’d probably win a few more games and Trotz wouldn’t have them skate until someone threw up.

Then it hit him, the second you walked back into the kitchen with his clothes hanging off your frame while you pulled your hair back an idea came to Anthony’s head. If you wanted peace and quiet, he could give it to you, “Does Rose do this a lot?”

“Lately,” You sigh, sitting at the barstool next to the island, “Her boyfriend broke up with and after she cried for a few months she decided to be single and that’s ruining my life.”

“What if I could help?” Anthony asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“You don’t need to let me into your place because Rose is-” You go to tell him no - whatever idea he had couldn’t be a fix all solution for your current problem.

“My teammate Mat, he’s single, and honestly sad, but he does have his own place where Rose can spend all her time…” Anthony suggests, dragging out his last words to give you a minute to think.

“What if they don’t even like each other?” You ask, stating what you thought should be the obvious.

“We’ll just set them up on a few dates, I’ll give Mat advice that you give me and it’ll all work out,” Anthony argues back, “We’re in complete control here.”

“But then it’s not real,” You remind him, that if you told Mat exactly how to date Rose it wouldn’t be Mat dating Rose at all.

“Does it matter?” Anthony asks, “You get a quiet apartment and my team gets a few wins, “What's the harm?”

“The harm is our friend's feelings,” You say, your hands in the air while you continued to talk. You were stopped by a ding on your phone, a text from Rose giving you a fair warning that her friend was staying over. You roll your eyes, “You know what - fine.”

“Really? You’re in?”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

***

You didn’t know why Anthony had you meeting him at the coffee shop just a few blocks away from your building, but judging by the all black outfit he was sporting, something told you that it was because he was taking this set up thing too seriously.

“Are we spies now?” You ask, slipping into the chair and crossing your arms, “Because if we are you aren’t doing a very good job.”

“I’m not doing a good job? You’re wearing yellow,” Anthony says, “You could not be any more obvious.”

“Whatever, when’s Mat going to get here?” You ask, grabbing the coffee Anthony had waiting for you.

The plan was simple, Anthony knew that Mat knew who Rose was to some capacity, because Mat had told his friend on more than one occasion about how hot his neighbors were. So, you were both going to force them to actually speak to each other. Anthony suggested just telling them that you were setting them up on a date, but you insisted that if this was going to work they would have to think this happened without the will of the two of you. So you both invited them to the same place, and after you both conveniently miss your plans they would have to run into eachother.

“He should be here soon, I tipped the barista $40 to mix up their coffees and let us watch from their kitchen,” Anthony explains, holding up to his end of the plan, “Which by the way, was way more than I think they would have taken.”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be okay,” You roll your eyes, reminding him that you were living with Rose to keep your rent down while Anthony could live alone comfortably, “Shit, I see them.”

You both got up, sneaking into the back where the barista who was working just shook her head at the two of you. You peek out, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Anthony wraps his arm around your chest, pulling you back into him, “I swear if you get caught.”

You try to push the thought about how good Anthony smelled, or how nice his arm felt around you while you tried to focus on Rose who just grabbed Mat’s coffee by accident. Mat tells her it’s his, a joke about how familiar she looked following shortly after. Their conversation was brief, and for a minute you thought maybe it wasn’t going to work. Then you saw Mat slip his phone out of his pocket, holding it out for Rose to take.

“Oh my god, it’s working,” You exclaim, Anthony’s hand flying over your mouth immediately. He mumbled something in French, and there was no way you were going to be able to make it out. Anthony’s phone dings, and he pulls it out to show a text from Mat sent promptly after Rose was out of the cafe.

I think I just asked your neighbor out.

Anthony was beaming, pulling his hand off your mouth while you both watched Mat leave the shop, “This date needs to be perfect.”

“It will be as long as you listen to me,” You say, turning around to cross your arms at him, “Because if this is going to work-”

“You almost blew our cover, I’m in charge here,” Anthony scoffs, “You’re like the worst sidekick in the world.”

“You’re the sidekick here.”

“No it’s you, you’re Robin and I’m Batman.”

***

“Here?”

“No.”

“How about this one?”

“God, no she hates seafood.”

You’d been trying to figure out where you were going to set up Mat and Rose’s first date for hours. Every restaurant Anthony mentioned just wasn’t enough, and Mat was dying for some help from his friend. Anthony was frustrated, mostly with you for not just choosing something and calling it a day.

“This is why you’re single, by the way, because these places are just meh,” You argue, pulling his laptop from his hands, “Where’s the romance?”

“I’ll have you know I’m very romantic,” Anthony scoffs, not having any of your shit, “Ask any girl I’ve ever dated.”

“Seems like they’re all gone, wonder why,” You hum, scrolling through the Google search.

“Fine, how about this? He takes her to a show because you said she loves musicals,” Anthony suggests, pulling the laptop from your hands, “After Mat sets up a dinner by his place because he’s got a sick rooftop and if all goes to plan Rose will be there all night.”

You whip your head around to look at the man next to you, a grin on his face because he very well may have nailed it when it came to a first date. It was simple, yet fancy enough to keep Rose interested, “That just might work.”

You kept your mouth closed about why keeping Rose out all night was going to work for you. You had a date with someone you matched with on Hinge who seemed nice enough and the opportunity to take him home at the end of the night didn’t seem like a bad move. You didn’t want to let that information slip to Anthony, and you didn’t know why. You didn’t like him, and you were pretty positive he was only putting up with you because you were both trying to set Mat and Rose up.

“It’s a date then?” Anthony asks, pulling out his phone to give Mat all the details about the date he should be taking his neighbor on. Anthony made it clear to Mat he’d know, despite the fact that before the other night Anthony hadn’t had so much as a conversation with Rose or yourself. However, he had you and you knew Rose better than anyone.

***

You sat across from your date, twirling the glass of wine in your hand while he talked about his family. Ben was nice, and honestly you were enjoying his company. The restaurant was almost perfect, because knowing it made your rejection list for Mat and Rose’s first date location wasn’t something you could shake. Ben had to be oblivious to it, a delighted smile on his face from across you. Your phone rang on the table, and Anthony’s number popped up for the third time that evening. You knew Rose and Mat were well into their date at this point, and you had the night planned so perfectly nothing could possibly go wrong.

“You can take that if you need to,” Ben suggests, a gentle tone to his voice. You nod, feeling a little bad for stepping away from your conversation to answer the call.

“I’m on a date,” You grit out the second you were out of Ben’s earshot, “Someone better be dead Beau.”

“We’re about to be,” Anthony huffs out, “The chef Mat hired canceled and I have all of these ingredients and I know how to cook three things and they aren’t steak.”

“Beau,” You whisper harshly, “Figure. It. Out.”

“Absolutely not, if this tanks you’re coming down with me,” Anthony begs, “Please come to Mat’s and help me.”

So you did. You loved Rose too much to let this blow up in your face because of Anthony’s inability to cook a meal. Ben was understanding, accepting the excuse that you weren’t feeling well and even offering to pay for your cab back home. You declined, because you didn’t have the heart to tell him you had to bail out Anthony.

By the time you finally got to Mat’s, you could hear a string of curses on the other side of the door and the smell of something burning. You walked in and a pan was practically on fire while Anthony turned around frantically.

“Oh my god, move,” You demand, grabbing the pan and turning down the stove, “You really can’t cook anything?”

Anthony was dumbfounded, standing in Mat’s kitchen letting his eyes wander down your bare legs. You looked good and if you weren’t about to chew him out Anthony might have said something. But you were standing in front of him, arms crossed while you waited for him to say something. When he didn’t you sighed, pushing him out of the way and getting to work.

“Make yourself useful and set the damn table,” You demand, pointing a spatula in his direction. This dinner had to be perfect if this was going to work. You relished in the silence, getting to work on the dinner that you were left to save.

“So how was your date?” You hear Anthony’s voice float back into the apartment, and you turn around to give him a dirty look, “Or did I ruin that?”

“You didn’t totally ruin it, Ben was nice,” You shrug, not really wanting to get into it. The thing was, Ben was nice and that seemed to be a rare thing to find. Sure, you could have done without the boring work talk, but it was better than some of the other dates you’d been on lately.

“Hm, just nice?” Anthony stifles a a laugh, closing his mouth immediately when your eyes narrowed at him, “Sorry. I’ll leave probably boring but nice Ben alone.”

“I used to think you were nice, you know?” You snark back, plating the dinner just as Mat slipped in to grab the food.

“Dude you’re a lifesaver,” Mat immediately thanks Anthony and you had to roll your eyes at the sigh, “Wait aren’t you-”

“Rose’s roommate, uh yeah, she cooks all the time so I called her,” Anthony rushes to explain, the idea that Mat would recognize you going right over his head in a panic.

“Well, thanks you guys really saved my ass,” Mat says, grabbing two plates and heading up to the roof where you knew Rose was probably checking her teeth in nervous panic. 

It took forever to clean up the kitchen, Anthony’s sad initial attempt to cook was disastrous. You probably didn’t help, and by the time you were done cooking you had used every pan in Mat’s apartment. You could hear Rose’s voice in the hall and you both looked at each other in a panic. Anthony grabbed your hand, pulling you into the nearest closet to the kitchen.

“Quiet,” Anthony whispers, your mind far too distracted by your head pressed against his chest to care about just how small this closet was. You were trying to steady your own breathing, the closet was small and when Anthony took up most of the space you could feel a bit of anxiety creeping in. You wrap your arms around his waist, your fingers digging into his sides to grab a hold of quite literally anything. Anthony can feel it, how nervous you were so he took a chance and carded his fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you down just a little bit, “Just wait until they’re in his room and I’ll take us home I promise.”

You nodded against his chest, closing your eyes and just letting Anthony provide you with any comfort he was willing to give. He was a bit snarky and definitely a little too bossy but he was the best you were going to get for the moment. You hear a door click and with Rose’s giggle on the other side you knew you were in the clear.

“So you really went through all of this just for a few wins?” You break the silence in Anthony’s car, looking out the window while he drove you both home.

“I mean, yeah, when Mat plays his best so do the rest of us,” Anthony shrugs, “Don’t tell me I could be playing better, I’ve heard it enough.”

“I wasn’t going to,” You defend, your voice small, “Do you think we could get them away for a night next weekend?”

“Hot date? Boring Ben doesn’t seem like he’d sleep over until the third date,” Anthony jokes, tapping you on the thigh.

“Sort of, I have my boss’s birthday party and I just want him to hate me less,” You admit, plus the office gossip always seemed to revolve around the fact that you never brought a date anywhere.

“I think you’re impossible to hate, trust me I’ve been trying.”

“You’re an ass.”

“Do you want my help or not?”

***

Everything was going wrong, like very wrong. The bigger plan was actually going the way it was supposed to, Rose and Mat were off to an Airbnb in the Hamptons for a night that Anthony just happened to mention to Mat during practice the day after you cooked them that dinner. That, however, was the only thing going well for you. You were dressed up, the black dress you were wearing looked absolutely killer on you. Your leg was poking out of the slit that was appropriate for a work event and the date you were supposed to be on, but your date was nowhere to be seen. Turns out Boring Ben wasn’t boring at all, or he was just a total douche and you never realized. Regardless, you were dateless yet again, and you had to admit it was a bit of an ego killer too. You thought about not going, but after telling a few of your coworkers that not only were you going, you were bringing a date.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the passive aggressive comments from the newlyweds who seemed to litter your office. You had ten wedding invitations last summer from your coworkers alone, and now you had to show up dateless for what felt like the millionth time in your life.

“Woah,” You hear Anthony’s voice as soon as the elevator opened, a low whistle escaping from his lips until he realized you were without your date, “Where’s that Ben dude?”

“He didn’t show if you really need to know,” You complain and Anthony could feel his heart break just a little.

Anthony sighs, taking a look at his watch and then back at you. You looked hurt, despite the smile plastered on your face that he could see right through. He was going to have a night in, maybe even invite over the girl he’d been hooking up with but in his heart he knew what the right thing to do was, “Give me five minutes to change?”

“No Beau you really don’t have to come, I got stood up, it's on me,” You rush out, stopping Anthony dead in his tracks.

“It’s not your fault that dude was an asshole,” Anthony scoffs, “And you look too good to not have a date.”

Anthony didn’t say another word, unlocking the door to his place and coming back out less than five minutes later in a freshly pressed suit, “No tie okay?”

“No tie is fine,” You squeaked out, watching Anthony fix the cuffs of his shirt. Everyone thinks a man putting on a suit is hot right? It wasn’t just that he looked damn good in it, “You can still back out.”

Anthony didn’t back out, in fact, he was a better date than you thought he could be. He was being a good sport, especially when you came to the realization your boss was a huge Islanders fan. He had Anthony by his side all night, no doubt pestering him about the season. You felt awful, and while Anthony had a smile on his face you couldn’t help but feel guilty for putting him in the situation in the first place.

“I met that boyfriend of yours,” Your coworker Stella says, nudging you with her elbow, “He seems like a keeper.”

“Oh he’s-” You went to deny any indication that Anthony was your boyfriend but you knew Stella better than that, and just like she did at everyone Monday morning team meeting, she was interrupting you before you had a chance to finish your sentence.

“And don’t even tell me it’s not serious he couldn’t stop talking about you,” Stella grabs your arm, and you raise your eyebrows and look at Anthony. He catches your eye, sending you a wink while he goes back to listening to whatever your boss was rambling about, “See? So cute.”

The night was going smoothly, and by the time dinner rolled around you were done for the night. One too many glasses of wine had your head resting on Anthony’s shoulder while your boss's wife made a toast. His hand was resting on the exposed skin on your thigh and if you weren’t convinced you were overthinking it - you may have thought Anthony was putting in a little more effort.

“I’m sorry my boss was chewing your ear off,” You whisper, catching Anthony’s attention, “I don’t want you to think I brought you because you’re you and he likes your team.”

“I don’t think that,” Anthony assures you, his lips just inches away from kissing on the forehead, “And he doesn’t hate you, he told me liked you.”

“He likes you, seems like everyone does,” You muse, after having gotten compliments all night about what a joy your boyfriend was you were sure Anthony was a better date than he was an actual companion.

“Better date than Ben?” Anthony asks, and you nod with a grin on your face.

Anthony wasn’t sure what he was doing or why. In the short time since he invited you into his place he only learned how annoying you can be, but he’d be a liar if he didn’t think it was cute. It was cute that you thought Mat and Rose could actually fall in love. It was cute that you never kept quiet when you were both sneaking around because something got you excited. And it was downright adorable to watch you laugh at your boss’s wife who was teasing her husband in her speech. He liked you, and he never thought about it until he saw the heartbroken look on your face when you told him your date stood you up.

“Ready to go home?” Anthony whispers, your eyes were getting heavier from the wine, and he wasn’t sure how much longer you would hold up until you fell asleep on his shoulder. Not that Anthony would have minded at all, he might even have preferred it.

By the time you’d gotten back to your apartment building, you made it clear why you limited yourself on wine at events. Anthony kept refilling your glass before you had a chance to stop him, and now he was practically chasing you down the hall because you insisted on running away for no reason at all.

“For a professional athlete you’re pretty slow,” You poke Anthony in the chest, who was currently fishing through your purse for your set of keys. He finally finds them turning them into the lock and opening the door, “Beauuuu.”

“Yes?” Anthony asks, grabbing your waist while you tripped over your heels.

“Do you think Mat really likes Rose?” You ask, the question wasn’t really for Anthony at all. It was coming from a guilty feeling that had been stewing inside of you for a few days. Rose seemed smitten, and a part of you knew a lot of those dates were just planned by you.

“He does, it’ll all work out,” Anthony assures you, because the frown on your face told him that if he didn’t he was about to have a crying Y/N on his hands and he didn’t want to be the one to make you cry.

“Promise?” You ask, finally slipping off your heels and leaning against the doorframe. You wanted him to stay, use the age old it’s late excuse for a few more hours where he was close to you. His apartment was across the hall, and asking him to stay would be silly. You watched him head out the door, turning around to give you one more look and answer your question.

“Yeah I promise.”

***

This entire thing had gotten out of hand, and Rose and Mat’s relationship was becoming a chore. You had stopped them from killing each other twice in the past week, texting Anthony almost exact directions on how Mat was going to fix whatever stupid he said. Mat didn’t know, or maybe he did and he didn’t care to say anything about how with your help his relationship with Rose would be over before it started. Now, you were hiking across the city for flowers so Mat could apologize to Rose for forgetting her mother’s name as if she didn’t talk about her family constantly. You finally got them to Mat’s wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead when a text came that rocked your world.

I think I love Mat, he literally had these delivered after I got mad at him.

Attached was a picture of the flowers, and a guilty feeling churned in your stomach while you made your way back to your place. You stopped in the hallway, looking at Anthony’s door biting your lip and thinking about what the consequences of this all really was - and it was eating at you.

You were fucked, completely and utterly fucked. It seemed wrong, like everything in your best friend’s love life was a lie you created because it was. So you panicked, and snuck away to Anthony’s without a second thought. You knocked twice, a sleepy hockey player appearing on the other side. 

“Rose is in love with Mat,” You state, pushing Anthony into his own place and walking past him.

“Isn’t that what we wanted?” Anthony asks, watching you pace through his apartment.

“It’s not real, everything Mat knows about Rose is because you told him,” You explain, stopping in the middle of the room, “We planned their dates, we did everything, and when they realize they might not as much in common as they think Rose is going to be heartbroken and-”

“So, you got what you wanted? She’s always over there,” Anthony counters back, not mentioning the hot streak his teammate was on.

“You don’t see anything with this?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the man you thought you knew in front of you, “That your friend is going to be with someone when their relationship is built on a lie.”

“You act like he’s going to marry her,” Anthony groans, not even realizing until after the words left his mouth about how awful that sounded. Your jaw had dropped, your eyes wide while you look at Anthony, “Wait Y/N-”

“I’m telling them the truth,” You say, a stoic robotic tone to your voice. You thought about telling Rose just minutes before you left your place, but you stopped yourself before you ratted out your friend. Now, it seemed like it didn’t matter. Anthony was going to be a selfish asshole regardless of what you did and you weren’t going to let that sham of a relationship continue, “I shouldn’t have listened to your stupid idea to begin with.”

***

You walked out of Anthony’s life after that, and in the week that’s passed since, he was miserable. He didn’t know what you told Rose, but he definitely heard the arguing you were having with her from across the hall. He knew he should have stepped in, but the way you looked at him when you left was the only reason he didn’t. You looked at him with such disdain, like the mere indication that he didn’t care about his own friend’s feelings were the most awful thing he could have done.

Maybe it was, either way the guilt was eating Anthony alive. He called, but you never picked up. He texted you, using some dumb excuse about needing to grab a package outside his door while he on a road trip but an answer never came. Hell, he even tried to email you. The only thing left to do was walk across the hall and knock on your door, if you were even still there.

“Dude you’re doing it again,” Mat says, tossing a chip at his teammate and catching Anthony’s attention, “Just go over there and apologize.”

“Did you apologize to Rose?” Anthony huffs, annoyed with Mat’s attempt at giving him any advice.

“I didn’t have to because this was your fault,” Mat explains, reminding Anthony of exactly what happened after you left his place. You told Rose everything, and after what Anthony heard as a nasty fight - Rose and Mat spilt up once they realize they actually had nothing in common, “And fuck you dude because I still apologized to Rose after that.”

“Fine, I’ll go over,” Anthony budges, stomping out of his own place and across the hall to yours. He knocked twice, hearing some shuffling on the other end. The door finally clicked open, and when Anthony was met with Rose’s face, his shoulders slumped.

“She’s not here,” Rose leans against the doorway, her arms crossed at Anthony, “We’re, uh, taking some time away from each other.”

“This wasn’t Y/N’s fault it was mine,” Anthony rushes to explain, the reality of ruining someone's friendship settling in.

“I know it was,” Rose assures him, because she’d forgiven you just three days after you told her the truth. That wasn’t enough for you to come home, because your own guilt was eating you alive, “She feels too bad, and she doesn’t want to see you.”

That was it, Rose’s words were enough to have reality really settle in. Anthony Beauvillier was a massive asshole, and the reason you weren’t back in your own apartment. He did that. He was going to have to live with that guilt. And he didn’t know how to fix it.

***

It had been a month.

You didn’t know why you knew exactly how many days it’s been since you stomped out of Anthony’s apartment and into your own to tell the truth. But, you did know that exactly thirty days prior that’s just what you did. You told Rose everything, from the stupid plan to your own stupid feelings that seemed to

cloud your judgement. She was upset, and she had every right to be. You knew that she could have kicked you out of the apartment and told you to fuck off, and she did. Three days later, a much calmer Rose was on the phone telling you everything was fine and you could come back home.

You didn’t want to, because you knew Anthony was across the hall living his life just the way he had been before you stepped into it. He was going to go out on dates with girls that weren’t you, and go off on road trips for games he needed to play. He could set Mat up with someone else if he really wanted to, but none of those things would ever involve you again. You packed your stuff, and moved into a new place after couch surfing by a few of your friend’s places.

“You’re depressed,” Rose kicks your leg from the other side of your new couch, a movie night to celebrate your new place was in full effect, “I told you I’m not mad about the Mat thing.”

“I know,” You sigh, staring at the glass of fruity pink wine Rose had brought over, “I just-”

“You miss him,” Rose muses, a knowing look on her face, “It was never about Mat and I, it was always using us as an excuse to see each other.”

“It was about you guys at first,” You defend, staring at the blonde across from you who was looking at you intensely.

“He came and looked for you, after a week,” Rose says, holding onto the tidbit of information she’d been saving for almost a month, “I think he wanted to apologize.”

“Well he didn’t so it doesn’t matter anymore,” You snap back, Rose melting back into the couch to avoid being the next stop on your rage tour. You didn’t want to care about Anthony or his stupid biceps again, but you never stopped thinking about him.

***

Anthony wasn’t doing much better, in fact, he was doing a whole lot worse. He felt like shit, he was playing like shit, and he seemed just like Mat was when he came up with that stupid plan. He tried to throw himself into hockey, push his body where it had never gone before because then he wouldn’t have to think about you. He wouldn’t have to think about how much of a romantic you were or how you helped with even if he didn’t deserve. Most importantly, he wouldn’t have to think about how heartbroken you looked when he told you he didn’t want to come clean because it didn’t matter.

Anthony was doing the same thing he’d been doing all month, stalking your social media profiles in an attempt to see if you were doing okay. He knew you moved, and if he wasn’t on the West Coast maybe he would have stopped you. A text from Mat came in, one that had him rolling his eyes.

My rooftop in twenty it’s an emergency.

***

What Anthony didn’t know was that the same text was sent from Rose’s phone to yours just a few minutes prior. You rushed over Mat’s, absolutely terrified about what you could have been walking into. Except, when you got up to the roof there was nothing. No Mat. No Rose. Just yourself and-

“Fuck,” Anthony whispers, opening the rooftop door to reveal you on the otherside. It was just you, standing there just as confused as he was by the cryptic text from his teammate, “Uh Mat texted me to come?”

A grin threatens to break out on your face, just as the gears were starting to shift in Anthony’s. You were being set up, of course not as well as you would have planned, but it was a set up nonetheless.

“You know what they’re doing right?” You ask, breaking the silence. Anthony just nods, running a hand over his face without saying a word, “I’m going to go-”

“No,” Anthony rushes out, grabbing your arm and intertwining his fingers with yours, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry? You made me cry for weeks and almost blew up my longest friendship and all you have to say is sorry?” You questioned him, waiting for Anthony to come up with something better than that.

“What do you want me to say? That I didn’t want to stop doing this because I didn’t want to stop hanging out with you?” Anthony exclaims, “Because that’s the truth. I was being a selfish asshole, and I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I feel awful for what I did to you. I was so scared to come and apologize because you have every right to tell me to go fuck myself and never speak to me again. The problem is, I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you talk about why you were a hopeless romantic, and take you home after you drank too much at a work thing. I-”

Anthony couldn’t finish his rant, because you pressed your lips against his before he had the chance. His hands were on your face, pulling you as closely as he could because he needed this kiss to show you that he wanted you. You finally pulled away, breathless while Anthony’s hands snuck down to your waist. His forehead was against yours, your noses bumping together while he whispered his next words.

“We’re not telling Mat this worked.”

“Oh definitely not, no more set ups?”

“Unless it’s me setting up our first date, consider it a promise.”

[ushiwakaout]

Hiii I saw requests are open so can I request things you believe kenma would if you lived together ?

🥺 yes ok ok, i love kenma

Things I believe Kenma Kozume (timeskip: CEO and Pro Gamer) would say if you lived together (from the moment you wake up, to the moment you fall asleep).

reader will be his personal assistant just to make it a little easier for me

- “mmm no i don’t wanna wake up, y/n i don’t care if i have a meeting.” (6:30 am)

- “wait i have a meeting?”

- “with who?”

- “kuroo? ugh, tell him to wait.”

- “what do you mean he’s at the door.”

- “why’d you let him in?”

- “nope, you’re not forgiven.”

- “maybe if u kiss me but- okay yeah that kiss was good.”

- “Let kuroo know i’ll be out in 10 minutes, i’m gonna shower.”

- “why didn’t u remind me to shower yesterday?”

- “how long have you been awake for?”

- “You mean to tell me you willingly woke up at 5 in the morning to go jog?”

- “couldn’t be me.”

- “i did not fall asleep on my desk, i just closed my eyes.”

- “Wait, where is this meeting?!”

- “Over breakfast, kuroo doesn’t do breakfast.”

- “Oh you picked, okay, okay.... that’s fine.”

- “Wait so does this mean it’s your fault why i had to wake up early?”

- “You really don’t love me, huh...”

- “Nope, no i don’t want you’re kisses.”

- “Go wait with Kuroo, you’re presence is as bad as his.”

- “Don’t pinch my cheeks, i’m gonna bite you’re fingers off.”

- *proceeds to grab your hands and kiss your fingertips w/ a towel wrapped around his waist*

- “wait, come pick my outfit.”

- “no i don’t wanna wear that.”

- “what do you mean i can’t wear my sweats.”

- “mmm, no, i’m not wearing that.”

- “get off me! i’m not wearing it!”

- “i’m uncomfortable.”

- “why’d i have to wear this?”

- “okay fine, let’s go.” (7:00 am)

- “let’s get a private room.”

- “Kuroo move, i’m sitting with them.”

- “I will not hesitate to pull you off.”

- “Can i just get coffee and a creme cake.”

- “Don’t laugh at me y/n, it is a real breakfast.” (7:30 am)

- “What is this about again?”

- “*whispers* can we leave soon?”

- “I didn’t say anything, you can continue.”

- “*whispers* Is it me, or does Kuroo look old?”

- “Y/N! Cover me! Kuroos gonna kill me.”

- “What do you mean i have to be more responsible?”

- “That’s why I have you.”

- “Can we go now? I’d like to stream in piece now.” (8:30 am)

- “Oh wait can we go to that cat café i like?”

- “Ooooh, look! This cat looks like you.”

- *proceeds to lay with the cats*

- “I can die happy now”

- “Oh right, i came here for cake.”

- “Did kuroo just leave?”

- “You told him we’d walk?”

- “Fine.... i guess.”

- “Let me hold your hand.”

- “Now, *open and closes his hands one too many times* thank you.”

- “Do i have anything else scheduled for today other than the stream?”

- “Let’s go out to eat tonight, my treat.”

- “Thank god we’re home, it was starting to get hot.” (9:10 am)

- “I’m gonna set up stream now.”

- “You gonna join? or do you have paperwork?”

- “Just sit in here with me while i stream.”

- “It’s fine, it’s not a problem.”

- “i like your company.”

- “Can everyone hear me? Yeah, okay cool.” (9:20 am)

- “*reading a comment* Where is y/n, how are they?”

- “Hey kitten, they’re asking for you.”

- “Come here.”

- “My lap is your gaming chair.”

- “They’re right here, healthy as can be.” (11:00 am)

- *kisses your cheek and nuzzles his head into your chest*

- “How much more paperwork do you have?”

- “When you’re done can you get me lunch? I’m getting hungry.”

- “What do i want? *whispers in your ear* you....”

- “Actually i want katsudon from down the street. *bites your shoulder* ”

- *taps your butt when you get off of his lap, will also laugh at you for getting red*

- “You’re done now? Okay, buy me milk tea with boba as well, will you?”

- “Wait! Wait! *running out of his recording studio* Do you have my credit card? Okay good.”

- “Give me a kith before you go.”

- “You smell good, give me another one.”

- “One more and then i’ll let you got.”

- *opens the door for you to leave and will slap your butt lightly* (1:00 pm)

- “*to the stream* Okay hold on, I think y/n’s back with my food.”

- “Welcome back. Food please.” (1:30 pm)

- “Come eat w me, we’ll have a small mukbang”

- “*To stream* Food break... What’d i get? I got katsudon and milk tea.”

- *you cannot tell me Kenma doesn’t do that thing where he takes the first bite and walks his fans through eating, bc knowing kenma he’s had trouble himself*

- “God why can’t i have these everyday...”

- “I’ll get fat that’s why.”

- “Why did you get?”

- “Give me some.”

- “No feed it to me.”

- “Because i said so.”😤

- “Oh 😯.... that’s good.”

- “Wait... Where is my tea?”

- “What do you mean i finished it?!”

- “Give me some of yours.”

- “That was really yummy.” (2:00 pm)

- “Okay let’s play some more games.”

- *After another 4 hours of streaming, he walks out of his room and you’re in the living room and he just plops on your lap*

- “I’m sleepy.”

- “Can we have sex?”

- “Ow! What? Sleepy sex is fun.”

- “Please?”(6:30 pm)

- * Laying naked next to each other in the bedroom*

- “That was good.” (7:40 pm)

- * a little fem section so if you identify you can skip*

- “More you’re hands woman, let me lay on your chest.”

- “You’re boobies feel nice.”

- “Keep laughing, it’s sounds nice while i lay on them.”

- *will start kissing your breast, down to your tummy and just lay there*

- *END OF FEM SECTION*

- *kenma now laying on your tummy after sex*

- “I’m hungry, are you- oh you fell asleep.”

- “hey- y/n... get up. I’m hungry.” (9:00 pm)

- “What do you mean you aren’t gonna get up, but kitten *whine* ....”

- “I’m your boss, i demand you to get food with me.”

- “Or what? Or you’re fired.”

- “No no no, you won’t break up with me, you’re not allowed too.”

- “Please y/n, come get food with me~”

- “I’ll buy you ice cream.”

- “Oh now you wanna get up, alright, i see how it is.”

- “Here.”

- *throws his sweater at your face*

- “Come on, i’m starving.”

- “Let’s go to this restaurant, it looks good” (9:20 pm)

- “Whatever you order, i wanna piece of it.”

- “Feed me again.”

- “Because i said so, please.”

- “I’m gonna order more to go, i’m gonna to a night stream.”

- “You done? Okay let’s go.” (10:00 pm)

- “Hold on i was some ramune, just wait for me outside.”

- “WE GOTTA GO NOW, someone recognized me.”

- “No, y/n, i don’t wanna take pictures.”

- “please no, i promises i’ll be good if you just let me leave.”

- “give me a kiss now and i’ll promise later.”

- “eat some more with me” (10:20 pm)

- “sleep on my lap during stream, i wanna be with you right now.”

*Kenma would definetly make you sit on his lap and let you fall asleep while he played his games*

*will kiss your hair and overall caress you because he wanted to just fell you with him.*

*if you wake up he’d probably stop stream and just fall asleep with you*

“Goodnight y/n”

*will kiss your face until he probably falls asleep*

[tennessoui]

this is probably too many prompts lol but uhhh obikin: #6 meeting at a coffee shop au; #24 literally bumping into each other au; #40 exes meeting again after not speaking for years au (i'm a sucker for breaking up and getting back together again lol); #42 star-crossed lovers au; #48 meeting again at a high school reunion au

hi!! you probably forgot you sent this at all and I wouldn't blame you in the slightest. I'm pretty sure someone else already asked for 24, 40, and 42, so I wrote #6 instead! warnings for this one: bittersweet in that both anakin and obi-wan are sad, also the author is sad, also this takes place in the midwest in america (this is the first fic that is obviously set in america!!! wow!!)

6. Meeting At A Coffee Shop Diner AU (1.9k)

“Have a seat anywhere you want,” the hostess tells Obi-Wan without looking up from her phone.

Obi-Wan blinks and then looks around the deserted seating area. “Thank you, uh.” She’s not wearing a name tag.

“Angel’ll bring you the menu and take care of you, thanks for coming in,” she says, glancing up at him and then away.

Well then. Obi-Wan reminds himself that customer service isn’t everyone’s strong suit, that she might have had a rough day, that he’s here for the quick food on his way through town, that his ego isn’t fragile enough that he needs to be led to a table with a smile.

The restaurant is almost completely deserted. There’s two truckers eating their weight in bacon and eggs at the counter, and a family of four seated around a table, resolutely picking at their food instead of talking to each other. And then there’s Obi-Wan.

He chooses a booth by the window, one that overlooks the absolute nothingness of midwestern American scenery. If he cranes his neck, he can probably see corn.

God, Obi-Wan’s sick of seeing corn, and he’s only been in this part of the country for a few hours. He needs to go right through most of it to get where he’s headed. He’s not sure how he won’t die of boredom.

The thought sends a pang through his chest. It’s too soon to think of death even in an offhand way. He taps his fingers on the cover of his leather journal, before a line of dark brown under one of them catches his eye. He studies his hand critically.

It’s been two days since the funeral. Surely he wouldn’t still have grave dirt under his nails. Surely things like that wash away eventually.

“Hey,” a voice says from in front of him. A man is turned around and kneeling up in the booth in front of Obi-Wan’s, leaning over the garishly red vinyl of the empty seat with a menu clutched in one hand. His hair is short and dark blond, an undercut with a long fringe settling over his forehead. He has a nice sort of smile, one that looks genuine but doesn’t touch his eyes. Obi-Wan notices how long the man’s neck is and how predominant his collarbones appear in the loose white shirt he’s wearing, before he forces himself to focus only on his face. “I’m Angel,” the guy says, passing over the menu. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

Obi-Wan accepts it gingerly. It looks like something that’s perpetually sticky. “Water is fine,” he says politely. “Thank you.”

“Will do,” Angel salutes him and ambles away. Obi-Wan watches him go before shaking his head to rid himself of any sort of thought, and opening the menu.

It’s standard food fare, of course. Breakfast options served all day if anyone were to come in and request them. Lunch and dinner options are also served all day, probably for the same reason: a diner like this can’t afford to turn anyone away, even if they want a hamburger at nine in the morning.

A glass of water clinks down onto the table next to him, making him look up at Angel, who’s looking at him curiously.

“You ready to order?” he asks, even though Obi-Wan is still very much looking at the menu and it’s also only been a few minutes at most since Angel gave it to him in the first place.

“Do you have any suggestions?” Obi-Wan asks politely. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good?”

“The water,” Angel says and then laughs like he’s said something funny. Obi-Wan finds his own mouth curling up at the sound. Sometimes people’s laughter is contagious, like a yawn.

And then Angel says, “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No,” Obi-Wan admits. “North of Boston.”

Angel whistles, like Obi-Wan has said something impressive. “Boston, huh? What are you doing all the way out here?”

The pit in his stomach intensifies. He does his best not to look at his nails and the grave dirt that might still be under them. “Driving,” he finally says. “And are you...from around here?”

Angel’s eyes grow distant for a second, and when he focuses again on Obi-Wan, they’re cold. “Born and raised,” he tells him flatly. “Never got out.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to do with the sort of bitterness in Angel’s tone. It complements his own well enough.

“If you like eggs, I’ll put you in for the house special omelette,” Angel declares suddenly, all business again. “It’s four eggs, tomatoes, peppers, cheese. The usual.”

“What makes it special?” Obi-Wan asks, closing his menu and setting it down on the table in front of him.

“For you?” Angel drawls, “I’ll watch the cook to make sure he doesn’t get any egg shells in it,” and then he winks, holding out his hand.

Naturally, Obi-Wan shakes it. Naturally, Obi-Wan realizes a second after feeling Angel’s warm, calloused rough palm against his own that the man had meant to take the menu from Obi-Wan.

He can’t remember the last time he’s blushed this red, but he is absolutely regretting everything about this road trip. God, he’d pay money just to be able to leave now.

He should get in his car and drive back to Boston. It had been a stupid idea to come out here anyway, a result of stir-craziness and a desire to outrun the death of his father.

And now look what he’s doing. Shaking hands with his handsome waiter, as if he isn’t thirty-nine and perfectly aware of social norms.

Thankfully, miraculously, Angel laughs and this time it sounds real. “It’s okay,” he tells him, reaching out to pick up the menu.

Luckily for everyone involved, Obi-Wan finds it very easy to laugh at himself. “Well. It’s nice to meet you, Angel, I’m Obi-Wan.”

“I’ll go put the order in,” Angel says, “Obi-Wan.”

He’s back within five minutes, sliding into the seat across from Obi-Wan. So much for no eggshells in his omelette, but he can’t bring himself to be disappointed. There’s something magnetically fascinating about Angel. He’d like to know more.

“So you’re driving?” Angel asks, picking up a thread of conversation from several minutes ago. “Where are you going?”

“I was thinking of Alaska,” Obi-Wan says. “I’ve--I’ve always wanted to go.”

“You’re driving from Boston to Alaska?” Angel whistles, raising his eyebrows in shock. “I think the gas money alone would cost me two months of work.”

Obi-Wan shrugs. It’s not like he makes much himself as a teacher in Massachusetts. “My father was a lifelong gambler,” he discloses without really knowing why he’s telling this to a stranger. “He came into a bit of luck near the end. A bit of a fortune as well. And when he...died, I inherited it and his house.”

Angel touches his hand softly. “I’m sorry,” he says. “When did he pass?”

Obi-Wan huffs out what might be a chuckle. “A week ago, actually. It’s summer break in Massachusetts--I’m a teacher--and I suddenly had nothing to stay for, for a bit. It was either leave for Alaska or find some other way to cope.”

He runs a hand--his free hand, the one Angel isn’t touching--over his beard as he gives the man a rueful smile. “Dad always wanted me to see more of the world.”

“My mom was the same way,” Angel leans forward to tell him, as if it’s a secret. Obi-Wan feels like it is a secret, that there’s something delicate and fragile in the air. Something that matches whatever emotion is filling up Angel’s eyes. “Always telling me to leave, go get famous, go get happy, come back and tell her about it.”

“You didn’t?” Obi-Wan asks, his chest tightening at the thought that the man before him could be unhappy.

“I couldn’t,” Angel sneers, looking out the window and propping his chin on his hand. Some things must be too close to the heart to tell someone to their face. “Mom got sick. I wanted to get out, I was so close. Graduated high school, packed my stuff. I was going to go to California. To Los Angeles, really make it big.” He rolls his eyes and scoffs, as if there’s something inherently funny about the dreams he must have cherished for so long.

“Then mom collapsed going down the stairs. Just passed out in the middle of the day. Doctors told us she was sick. Then life became all about treatment plans and monitoring symptoms and getting the money for the medicines and I never left. Got a job here when I was eighteen years old, right before I graduated high school. It’s all I’ve ever known, I guess.”

“And your mother?” Obi-Wan asks, mouth dry and heart all tangled up in itself for this stranger man, for Angel with the hard, sad eyes.

“Died a year and a half ago or so,” Angel says flatly like he’s repeated the words so often in his head that the truth digs no barbs into his flesh. Obi-Wan knows that voice is a lie. How often has he looked in the mirror this past week and told himself, ‘Qui-Gon Jinn is dead’? He can’t imagine a year and a half would make the pain go away.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan says seriously, reaching across the table to touch Angel’s hand this time.

Angel shrugs but doesn’t pull away. “Is what it is, I guess,” he says. “I’ve made my peace with it. And the fact that I’ll never leave this godforsaken town.”

“You could,” Obi-Wan points out hesitantly. “You could leave tomorrow.”

For a second, a wild and previously undiscovered part of Obi-Wan wonders what it would be like, if Angel did leave tomorrow--with him. If they got into the same car and headed to Alaska together and Obi-Wan wasn’t alone at the wheel and Angel wasn’t alone in this town. If Obi-Wan could look over at the man in the passenger seat, asleep against the doorway as they crossed into Canada.

Obi-Wan wonders. Obi-Wan aches.

“I could,” Angel says, laughing once. “I guess I could. I guess I just can’t think of a good enough reason to.”

There’s a call of his name from the kitchen, and Angel stands and stretches, checking the time on his watch. “That’ll be your omelette, sir, which is perfect timing considering I’m off shift as of five minutes ago.”

“Thank you then,” Obi-Wan replies, ignoring the pang in his gut at the knowledge he won’t be able to keep talking to him. “It was nice meeting you, Angel.”

Angel’s face grows dark for a second as his jaw clenches. “That’s not my name,” he finally says, scratching at his neck with one hand. “That’s just what they called me when I started working here. Angel, like Los Angeles. Cause I told everyone for weeks this was a temporary thing, you know? I’d be going to California soon as mom got better. Guess they knew better than I did.”

Obi-Wan has never wanted to kidnap a grown man away from a place more, so he hides his hands under the table instead. “Would you tell me your name then?” he asks, wondering if he’s overstepping but needing to know too much to censor himself.

“It’s Anakin,” his waiter says, sticking his hand out, no menu to grab.

Obi-Wan takes it gently, turns it over, and cradles it between both of his hands. “Then it’s nice to meet you, Anakin.”

Maybe, he thinks as he picks at his omelette and watches Anakin shoulder his way through the front doors of the diner before disappearing down the street, maybe he can stay a day in this nowhere town. Just an extra day.

Yes, he thinks, taking a sip of his water. He’ll try the pancakes next.

[maattamatthews]

As I Am (A. Matthews)

Chapter Three: This Is On You

A/N: Here is chapter three! I hope you all enjoy and get a little bit more insight into Sierra and who she is! Also, next chapter is from Auston’s POV...

Song for Chapter: https://open.spotify.com/track/4rr9nRMKDlGD0HUoKg5ypN?si=7f9ba4a0fbac4bd5

Word Count: 4.4k

April 2016

I walked up to Simon who was sitting with his teammates at their lunch table. As I approached him and his friends, their conversation stopped and they all started laughing.

“Hi Simon,” I said as I reached the end of the table, near him.

“Hey Sierra, what’s up?” Simon replies.

“I have a quick question for you,” I started to say. “Would you want to go to prom with me?”

The whole table, including Simon, burst into laughter. “You’re joking, right?”

“Uh, no, no I’m not.”

“Well, hate to break it to your, but guys like me don’t date or go out with girls who look like you. Have fun trying to find a date.” My heart broke right then and there. I apologized to him and his friends and walked away, holding back tears that were threatened to spill over at any minute.

I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in the corner stall. I took a deep breath as I closed the toilet seat cover and climbed on it to sit on the window sill. My tears were silently streaming down my face as I replayed what just happened over and over again in my head.

“Did you just see what happened in the canteen?” I heard a voice say as they walk into the bathroom.

“Oh my god, no what happened?”

“Super-Sized Sierra asked Simon to prom!”

“You’re kidding me!? What did he say?”

“He obviously said no! Why would he ever want to go with someone who looks like that?”

The laughter continued its way out of the bathroom and my tears poured down harder. I pulled my phone out and dialed my dad’s number.

“Hi honey, what’s up?” My dad asked.

“Hi,” I said through tears. “Can you come and pick me up now?”

“Honey, what’s wrong?” My dad asked, concern heavy in his voice.

“I’ll explain the in the car. Can you please come and get me?” I begged.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Love you.”

“Love you too, dad.” I hung up the phone and got down from the window sill. I exited the stall and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were partially swollen from the crying, my cheeks were red and more puffier than usual, and my mascara left track marks down my face. I took a paper towel from the dispenser and wet it under the sink. I squeezed it out and slowly removed he mascara stains from my cheeks.

I took and deep breath and walked out of the bathroom and straight to my locker. I grabbed my backpack and slowly walked to the front office. I pushed the door open and greeted the secretary, Ms. Taft.

“Hi Ms. Taft, how are you?” I said, faking a bright smile.

“I am doing just well, dear. How are you?” She asked.

“I’m okay. My dad is on the way to come and get me.” I explained to her.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just had a rough day so I needed to take off now.”

“Well, I will write you a slip and you can go wait outside for him!” She said with happiness.

“Thank you, Ms. Taft.” I said as she handed me the slip.

“Of course, dear. Have a good rest of your day!” She shouted as I exited the office.

I walked out of my school building and right as I walked out, my dad pulled up in his old black Ford Ranger. He pulled to a stop and opened the passenger side door for me. I hopped in and closed the door behind me with a slight slam. I threw my backpack into the back seat of his truck and let out a heavy sigh.

“What happened, kiddo?” My dad asked as we pulled away.

“Oh you know, got humiliated and became a laughing stock.” I told him as I switched the radio station to a local country one from the top 40 hits.

“Okay you gotta give me more than that.”

“I asked Simon to the prom and he basically told me ‘no’ because I’m not attractive enough. All of his friends were laughing at us, so I ran to the bathroom to cry and then these two girls came in and started talking about me and called me ‘super-sized Sierra’. So, that’s why I asked you to pick me up.” I ranted to my dad.

My dad pulled over to the side of the road. “They called you what?”

“Dad, you heard me.”

“Sierra,” he said as he turned in his seat to face me. “Don’t listen to girls like that. They don’t understand how beautiful and kind you are. Just ignore them.”

I hugged my dad tightly over the center consul of his car. “Thank you.” I whispered into his ear before I pulled back from the hug.

“Of course, kiddo. Now let’s go get some ice cream.”

When prom rolled around, I ended up having a night in with my dad. We watched old John Hughes movies from the 80’s and ordered food from our favorite local restaurants. I watched as everyone posted pictures on Instagram and saw how happy everyone was. I kept comparing myself to the girls that I knew. How slim they all looked in their fancy dresses, how stunning they all looked. I knew that I would never look like that. I tried to push back the negative thoughts that were clouding my mind as we watched ‘Sixteen Candles’.

I struggled with my confidence my whole life. I was always labeled as a bigger girl because I couldn’t fit into the same jean sizes as my friends. I was always stuck shopping in the sections my friends didn’t have to. There was always something different about my body and confidence. It took me a while to understand that there are so many amazing women who have bodies like mine that are confident and radiate positivity.

Sure, do I wish things were different and that my nickname wasn’t ‘super-sized Sierra’? Yeah of course I do, but also I can take that name and crush it when I move on to the real world and make a name for myself.

I don’t need a boy to say yes to my promposal to make me feel like I am worth something.

***

October 2020

“So you’re telling me you’ve never had a boyfriend in high school?” Tessa asked when we were out to lunch on my day off.

“Yeah, I just wasn’t considered attractive to the boys I went to high school with.” I shrug my shoulders as I take a sip from my water.

“Sounds a lot like something a certain someone told you the other night,” Steph says with distain in her voice.

“Steph…” I say.

“No, Sierra. He crossed a line and you know that.”

“Wait back up, what happened?” Tessa and Aryne practically ask at the same time.

“Auston and I got into a fight that day after we went to the bar and I went home with that Garrett guy. I came back to my apartment and I thought things were fine, we were watching Bob Ross and just hanging out on the couch…” Tessa cut me off.

“You watch Bob Ross together?” She asks.

“Yeah,” I say with a laugh. “I can’t always stand his trashy romance shows, so Bob Ross is our go-to.” I pause. “But anyways, I asked him about something that Aryne had told me earlier that morning about how he went home ‘angry and alone’. For some reason, that set him off and he basically told me that the reason no one wants to sleep or be with me is that I’m not attractive enough. I kicked him out and I haven’t talked to him in a a week and a half.” I take a sip from my drink as the girls around the table take in what I just told them. “Well?”

“God he’s stupid,” Aryne says first. “Like he needs to open his eyes and realize that he better not screw this up.”

“Seriously though,” Tessa starts. “He really should try and make it up to you. Has he done anything since then to try and make amends?”

“I mean, he’s sent flowers and takeout and stuff like that to the front desk but every time they ask if I want it to be delivered, I always say no. I need him to actually tell me he’s sorry.” I explain to them.

They all nod their heads in agreement at my statement. I let the conversation die out when our food is being served to us. Comfortable charter fills the table as we eat out food. I zone out and watch the others around me interact and I start to compare myself to them.

I’m always the odd ball out when we get together. Sure, Tessa and I both have dark hair, but I’m the only one who is bigger. It’s hard seeing how different all four of us are. All three of them can be pictures of pure grace with their smooth edges and delicate features. For me, I have deep curves and with prominent features. It’s hard to watch them talk about the designer dresses and items that they have that I know couldn’t fit me. I love these girls, but at the same time my envy of them fuels something deep inside of me. I get pulled out of the conversation when I hear my phone ring. I look down and see that my boss is calling me.

“Hello?” I say.

“Sierra, we need you to come in now. 44’s levels are dropping and the RN handling her case is new and isn’t as familiar with her as you are.” My boss explains.

“Yeah, I’m about 5 minutes away, I’ll run there.” I say as I hang up the phone and start to gather my things.

“Everything okay?” Steph asks.

“One of my patients is on the edge right now and they want me to come in and check on her. I’m really sorry but I have to run. I promise I will make it up to you all.”

“Girl, go save lives! Don’t worry about us, go!” Aryne shouts as I walk away from the table.

***

“What are her vitals as of fourteen hundred?” I ask the patient care tech who is working on the front end of the floor where my patient is.

“BP stable at 110/75, pulse ox is ninety one percent with three liters of oxygen via nasal cannula, heart rate is 55 and temp is 36.6,” the tech tells me.

“Okay, how are her labs?”

“They’ve been reading fine all day,” she explains.

“Okay, is there something that changed?” I ask.

“She’s just been sleeping all day,” the new RN, Margret tells me.

“Oh,” I say with a giggle. I put gloves on and walk into 44’s room. “Now missy, I know that you’re not pretending to be sleeping on nurse Margret.”

“I’m asleep,” her small voice says.

“Lily, please be fully awake,” I say as I stoke her hair. Lily sits up in bed for me and shoots me a bright smile. “Why weren’t we being responsive for nurse Margret?”

“Because she was mean to me earlier!”

“Lily, I was just telling you that you didn’t need another bowl of jell-o.” Margret explains.

“You’re just being silly now, Lily. They had to call me in to make sure that something horrible didn’t happen to you. I got so worried!” I tell her as I sit on the edge of her bed.

“I’m sorry Nurse Sierra.” Lily says to me.

“It’s okay Lily. Please listen to nurse Margret okay? I’ll be back in tomorrow night.” I say to Lily as I get up from her bed and discard my gloves. Margret follows me out of her room and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“She is such a handful,” Margret says.

“No, she’s not. She’s a five year old with a life threatening condition who wanted more jell-o. You just have to figure out how to wrangle her in.” I explain as we walk to the nurses station. As we approach, I see a large figure that I am all too familiar with. “Auston?”

“Hey,” he says. “I didn’t know you were working today.”

“I’m not, but they called me in to check on a patient real quick.”

“Oh, well I just got done with some volunteering. Do you need a ride home?” Auston asks me.

“Yeah actually that would be great,” I say before I turn to Margret and tell her some tips for taking care of Lily while I’m not on shift. The charge nurse at the nurse’s station gives me a suggestive look as Auston and I walk away. I flip her off as we walk to the elevator. All of my coworkers know about my friendship with Auston. When the Leafs first came to SickKids with Auston there, I was just starting out as a patient care tech and almost quit when I realized that my annoying neighbor was going to be visiting my floor. I grew from that as our friendship formed and solidified more.

Things are quiet between Auston and I as I follow him off the floor and into the hall where the elevators for the hospital are. We stand in silence as I hit the button to head down to the garage. The elevator dings when it reaches us, we file in and stand on opposite corners of the cab. Chill pop music plays quietly in the background as we stand there.

“Can we talk?” Auston breaks the silence.

The elevator dings. I walk off and in the direction of his car.

“Sierra, please just let me talk. Okay?” He begs.

“Just unlock your fucking car, and we’ll talk inside.”

With the click of his keys, he unlocks his car. I climb in the passenger side as Auston gets in the drivers. When he closes the door, that’s when I open my mouth.

“Unless you have something really important to say, don’t speak.”

“Sierra,” he starts. “I am so sorry for what I said the other night.”

“And…’

“…and for being a dick the past few weeks about you and guys.”

“Thank you, that’s all you have had to say. What took you so long?” I say as I shove his shoulder.

Auston laughs at my action as he starts his car and pulls out of the parking spot at SickKids. I hook my phone up to his aux and play music from a playlist I know he would hate - pure country. I hear Auston groan as the newest Thomas Rhett song comes on. I let it play through and change it to “This Is On You” by Maisie Peters. I wanted to guilt trip him a bit, and this song does that.

“Just listen to the lyrics,” I tell him as I rest my head back against the seat.

“Oh no, that’s never good,” he jokes as the song starts to play.

“…it’s your bed babe, it’s your funeral, this is on you…” she sings.

“Oh, so you are like ‘fuck you for life’ mad at me.” Auston asks.

“Hmm,” I nod my head ‘yes’ at him.

“Oh wow, yeah I deserve listening to this,” he says as we pull into the parking garage at our building. I laugh at him as he parks the car. I get out first and round the car to meet him on the driver’s side. When he gets out, I stand on my tip toes and wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug. Auston wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me just as close.

“You know I could never fully hate you,” I whisper in his ear as we hug.

“I know,” he says as we pull apart. “I just feel awful still.”

“I mean, you should. You said some pretty fucked up stuff.” I tell him as we walk into the building.

“Sierra,” he starts.

“Auston, please tell me you don’t actually think that?” I ask him.

“Oh god, no. Sierra, you can pull any guy you want.”

“I just,” I start. “You know how hard high school was for me and everything that I went through to gain the confidence that I have now. I just don’t want my best friend to think those things about me.”

“Sierra,” Auston says as we get off the elevator to our floor. “I would never try to ruin your confidence.”

“You promise?” I say as I unlock my apartment door.

“Promise,” Auston says as he follows me inside.

I set my stuff done on my counter and take a bottle of sparkling water out of the fridge and take a sip from it. Auston leans against the counter on the other side and pulls his phone out. “You’re still coming to the game tonight right?” Auston asks me.

“No, I’m going on a date tonight.”

“Wait are you being serious?”

“No, Auston, I’m not.” I say back.

“I got worried for a second,” he says with a laugh.

“Oh, so me going on a date is a joke?” I sarcastically say.

“Of course it’s not, but I know that you wouldn’t schedule a date when I have a game,” he says with a wink before he turns to walk out of my apartment.

“I can do whatever I want!” I shout.

“Be ready at 5!”

“I will!”

***

The horn buzzes at the end of the second period. The Leafs are down by two going into the third, and Auston had not been having a good game. I am sitting next to Aryne, who had Jace sitting in her lap. I let out a groan as I threw my head back. I look back up and make a funny face at Jace before Aryne plops him in my lap.

“I’m getting you a beer, watch him.”

“Love you!” I shout as she walks back into the box and grabs a beer from the fridge. She comes back quickly and hands me the beer as I hand Jace back to her. I pop the lid and take a large sip before I place it in the cup holder on the back of the chair in front of me. “Thank you.”

“You’re gonna need it,” She jokes.

“And why is that?”

“Because, you’re gonna have to deal with Auston and his shitty attitude after the game.”

“Aryne,” I whine.

“Sierra, you know I’m right.”

“I know, I know. I just hope that they turn this game around, because if they lose, he’s gonna be in a worse mood.”

Aryne nods in agreement as Steph sits down on the other side of me, a glass of wine in her hands.

“How much money did Auston put on the board tonight?” She asks.

“Fifteen hundred,” I say before I take a sip of my beer.

“Oh he’s fucked,” Steph replies.

“I know.”

We end the conversation there as some of the other wives and girlfriends sit in front of us. Aryne, Steph, and I make small talk as we wait for the final period to start. The announcer lets us know that the third period is about to start as the Leafs skate back onto the ice. I spot Auston and can tell that he’s not in the mood to be on the ice.

As the period goes on, Auston keeps making bad plays and is missing shots that he definitely should not be missing. I rest my forehead on my hand as we hear one of his shots ring off the cross bar. Everyone in the arena lets out a groan as that happens, but I just close my eyes. Auston skates back to the bench and as he sits down, he snaps his stick against the bench. He hands it to the equipment manager behind him. He hands Auston a new stick and a new pair of gloves.

Auston sits on the bench for the final minute of the game and then practically runs back to the locker room. I turn to Aryne and give her a knowing look and she gives me a sorry smile. We all stays sitting in the box for about 20 minutes until we start to head down to the locker room.

I take Jace from Aryne so she can get a free minute from holding him as we wait for the guys to walk out. John and Auston walk out together, talking about the game. Auston spots me holding Jace and stops in his tracks slightly. He gives me a strange look before I hand Jace off to John, who walks off with Aryne.

“Give me your keys,” I tell him, sticking out my hand.

“Uh, why?” He gives me sass.

“Because I’m driving and that’s the end of it.” He digs around in his pocket and pulls out his keychain and drops it in my hand. I take the keys and turn around and walk to the garage. Auston follows behind me, not saying a word. I unlock the car and get in the driver’s seat and wait for Auston to get in the car. “Before we pull away,” I start to say. “What is going through your head right now?”

He lets out a deep breath before he opens his mouth. “I’m pissed at myself and really just want to go back to my apartment and watch an Adam Sandler movie.”

“Alrighty, sounds like a plan.” I say as I pull out of his parking spot and out of the garage into the downtown Toronto lights.

The car ride is silent for the most part. There was soft music playing from the sound system in Auston’s car. We put the radio on and let it play. Auston’s leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed. I can tell that he’s off, and just wants to get home. I take the fast way home from the arena, and quickly pull into the parking garage. When we park, Auston gets out of the car first and walks away and to the elevator. I let him do what he wants as I take my time. He takes the elevator before me, and I wait for the next one.

When Auston doesn’t have a good game, he can get like this: cold, unresponsive, and confrontational. I ride the elevator up alone, and walk down the hall to his apartment. I open the door and walk in. I place my stuff down on his kitchen counter and walk back to his room. I hear his shower running, so I leave him be. I walk into his closet and pull one of his drew house sweatshirts and a pair of shorts that I had tucked away in his closet out and slip them on. I put his jersey and my jeans on his counter with my other stuff. I take a seat on his couch and cue up That’s My Boy.

Auston walks out in sweat pants and an old ZSC lions shirt. He bypasses the couch and goes into the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of beer from his fridge and opens them. He hands one to me as he sits back down on the couch next to me. I thank him and take a small sip as I hit play. We sit on opposite sides of the couch. I give Auston his space after games. He likes to replay things over and over in his head and analyzes every single thing that he did wrong during the game.

I hear him chuckle slightly at the movie as he sets his beer down on his coffee table. Auston gives me a small look and I know what he wants. I sigh and let him lay down, resting his head in my lap. I start to card my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. Ever since we first met, this is something that Auston and I have always done. Whenever I had a bad day or he had a bad day, we would let the other rest their head in each other’s lap and play with each other’s hair. Auston and I haven’t done this in a while, due to his ex and my busy schedule.

“I missed this,” he whispers.

I smile down at him as he opens his eyes. He shoots me a small smile back, and turns to watch the movie.

“How are you feeling?” I ask him.

“I’m just, I don’t know.”

“Hmm,” I repsond.

“I wish I would’ve scored. I know it wasn’t a big game or anything, but it still sucks when I don’t score.”

“You don’t have to score every game, Auston.”

“But I do. It’s something that I have to do to prove myself and my game.”

“You are literally leading in goal scoring and points right now,” I tell him.

“It’s only the tenth game of the season, Sierra. That means nothing.”

“Listen it means something,” I start to tell him. “And it means that you’re starting off the season on the right note. Don’t even tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not,” Auston replies.

“How about this,” I pull my hands from Auston’s hair and he whines. “You go get some sleep and we will get lunch on my break tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” he tells me as I get up from the couch. He smiles up at me from his position on the couch.

“Good night, Auston.”

“Good night, Sierra.”

I grab my stuff from his counter and walk out of his apartment. I turn to my door and unlock it. I walk straight to my room and dump my stuff onto the chair at my desk. I go over to my dresser and I pull out my scrubs, socks, and shoes for the next day. I plug my phone in and set it on my bedside table before I get in bed. I pull back my covers and get under them. I pick my phone up and notice a text from Auston.

‘You looked great when you were holding Jace tonight’

I smile to myself and respond back with a simple ‘thank you’ and lock my phone and place it back on my bedside table.

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AREUS HIIII i hope you're having a good day, i know you've gotten some answers already but i wanted to chime in on your questions about public schools in the usa if you don't mind :] and also because like. Oh my god you have 45 MINUTES FOR LUNCH jesus christ. Oh god i wish.

to talk only about my middle school (6th-8th grade) and high school (9th-12th), both our schools lunches worked so that the 4th period of each school day (middle bad 6 periods per day, high has 5) was lunch block, and depending on what class you had, that class would take 1st, 2nd, or 3rd lunch, and we have a rotating schedule, so music classes take 1st lunch, math classes take 4, etc. this lunch period block is usually like 70-80 minutes long, but because there's about 5 minutes in-between each lunch's beginning

lunches are usually... like 20 fucking minutes long. in middle school, the bell would ring, and even though we were in our still classes then that meant lunch had started. if you bought your lunch you had to literally SPRINT to get a chance at getting your food at a decent time (which our teachers yelled at us for ofc) and even then you still had to leave lunch at a good time as well so you could get back to your classes. i have always brought my lunch and i still remember having barely 15 minutes to eat it every single day. the middle school cafeteria was also extremely small AND our teachers would Also guard the door. so we couldn't leave.

the good news is that now in high school most things are the same, but we have a bigger cafeteria, like, 25 minutes to eat lunch instead of 15 or something, and we're also allowed to sit and eat it anywhere except classrooms and classroom hallways. seniors can also leave the school during lunch if they want but it's not like anyone has enough time to do that anyway... my school has also been offering free lunches for everyone since last year!! their lunches still aren't Good and the lines will still go for so fucking long sometimes but that is definitely a really great things that unfortunately very little schools in this God Damn Country share.

ANYWAYS sorry this got so long, you don't have to respond super in depth or anything i just wanted to share!!

hi calli love the insight thank you however I am so confused by that lunch schedule why wouldn't they just let you all out at the same time????

HANG ON so in Canada, we have elementary school (pre-K to grade 8) and then high school (9 - 12). some kids will leave elementary school however and go to a middle school for grade 7 and 8. normally middle schools are attached to high schools though so students don't actually change schools once they reach grade 9 (unless they choose to)

but anyway, in elementary school, we didn't have a cafeteria. Instead, all the students remained in their classes and ate at their desks. Teachers just either ate at their desks or in the break room while other teachers walked around the halls and, if they wanted to, older students signed up to watch younger grades (like grade 8s watching grade 2s to make sure no one hurts themselves)

even then. lunch was 40 minutes. no lunch was ever served and everyone brought their own but on certain days (if you bought it beforehand) food would get delivered to classes.

I feel like I should note that I went to like a very average public school Why does it sound like a private school when I compare it to american schools?? What is going on there both of these school systems are free to attend they shouldn't be this different