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Falling- Part 4

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Part 4

I’ve been to the Verizon Center before, but for like concerts not for a hockey game. And certainly not to see a player on said hockey team that I was somewhat seeing? I don’t even know what to call Andre and I at this point, but I know this is a pretty big step in our relationship so I am completely buzzing walking up to get my ticket. I spot the booth that says willcall and head over to it, there’s no one in line so I walk right up. “Hi! I have a ticket under Andre Burakovsky” the older man sitting behind the window smiles and takes out my ticket and what looks like a pass asking to see my ID to confirm it’s me, “I always sit here for willcall and I don’t recognize you and Andre never leaves tickets for anyone- so I’m gonna assume this is your first game?” he says still giving me a smile. I nod yes, smiling because he said Andre never leaves tickets, he really must not bring girls around much. The man smiles again, “Okay well, this one is your ticket. Usually it would be for the box with other family members, but Andre asked for you to get a rink-side ticket tonight. So just show it to the workers inside and they will direct you, and this” he says holding up a laminated pass, “is so you can get down to him after the game, again just show the person working your section and they’ll be able to direct you where to go”. “Thank you so much!” I say accepting the passes smiling, “I’m Doug by the way, if you keep coming back we’ll get to know each other” I laugh, “And I am (Y/N), I look forward to it!”.

Heading into the Verizon Center all I see is fans dressed in Caps gear everywhere, quite a few Burakovsky jerseys I notice, I guess he’s pretty good then I think to myself. I look down at my ticket, Section 108, Row 1, Seat 3. I look up at the sign to see what section I was currently at and I wasn’t too far from where I needed to be so I make my way there looking at everything. Like I said before, not my first time here, but this is the first time I ever felt the need to really look at what was in the arena. There was Capitals posters everywhere and seemingly everyone had on Jerseys and player tees. I look down at myself, I wore jeans, white converse, and a Capitals hockey shirt I bought this morning. It’s not a Burakovsky shirt or anything, don’t wanna scare him away. I see the sign for Section 108 and go over showing the man my ticket, “well you are right down there my dear, up close and personal!” I smile and make my way down to where I was sitting, he wasn’t kidding I was literally basically on the ice.

Settling into my seat I soak up the view, I got here at 6:00 so no one was out on the ice yet. There was fans but the place wasn’t full still, but soon enough it will be. I pull out my phone to look at the text Andre sent me last night, “If you wanna see me in warmups, be there at like 6:20” I smile, I’m here, and here early, of course I wanna see Andre. I see the refs down by the door looking like they’re getting ready to come out, I wonder if Andre will notice me. I mean, I’m really close but like he’s gonna be focused. My thoughts are interrupted when people come sit down next to me. It is a Dad and his son, probably about 5 years old. “Hi, I’m Cayden!” he says sticking out his hand to me, I laugh, “Hello Cayden, I’m (Y/N) looks like we are seat buddies for the night!”. His Dad laughs and says hello to me as well, “This is my FIRST Capitals game I am SO EXCITED!” he says basically jumping up and down, “It’s my first game too!” his smile grows even bigger and just seeing how excited he is got me even more excited.

The opposing team of the night, the Philadelphia Flyers, started to skate out on the ice. From what I read this morning on various sports apps, this was a pretty big rivalry. From the corner of my eye I see a flurry of red jerseys coming out of a tunnel, my stomach does little flips, I was about to see Andre for the first time on the ice. “So who’s your favorite player?” Cayden says looking up at me, “I’m pretty new to hockey, but I would have to say Andre Burakovsky” my lips turning into a big grin just saying his name, “Mines is Tom Wilson” he says so matter of factly. I smile at him, “Well I hope he notices you, I’ll try and help!”, from what I understood Tom was one of Andre’s best friends, and former roommate. Not that Andre told me this, I totally stalked everything I could about Andre on tumblr.

The whole team was on the ice now and I noticed Andre over at the bench getting a drink of water. His number 65 was easy to spot on his tall frame. He was talking to another player who was wearing a number 43 jersey, I couldn’t make out the name on it though. Andre was smiling brightly, it made me smile, even out on the ice he still had that damn charming smile. They started to skate away from the bench and to join the rest of the team, my view really was amazing. Right now there was a player with the last name Oshie standing right in front of me, I’m trying to learn names and numbers so I can actually know what is happening. Andre was bent over getting ready to take a shot, after he shoots he skates over right to where I am. My heart races a little as we make eye contact and his mouth grows into a big smile, his mouth forms a crooked kind of smile, but it’s perfect.

Next to me, Cayden was waving his arms furiously trying to catch Andre’s attention, I smile and decide to do the same making Andre laugh. He stopped just in front of Cayden and motioned that he was going to throw the puck over, he flipped it over just so lightly and Cayden caught it. To say Cayden was ecstatic was a severe understatement, he was literally bouncing up and down, “(Y/N)  I GOT A PUCK ANDRE IS MY NEW FAVORITE, BUT I STILL LIKE TOM OKAY DON’T TELL HIM”. I laugh at him and high five him, it was really sweet of Andre to do that. And I knew he wasn’t doing it just because I’m right here, he was over on the other side flipping one over to another girl holding a sign asking for a puck. People must really love him if they make signs specifically for him I think to myself.

Andre was in conversation again with number 43, who I now could identify as Tom Wilson, I don’t know if Andre could see me staring at him but he was pointing at me and Tom turned to follow his stick and meet my gaze. He quickly turned back to Andre with a smile on his face before they got back to skating, I wonder what Andre was saying I think. I should probably start paying attention to the rest of the team, gotta learn the players if I wanna be a credible Capitals fan. I see Ovechkin standing in front of me, he was one guy who I definitely knew since he was kind of a big deal in DC, even if you don’t pay attention to the hockey team. I spy number 46 in front of the net and I know he is Michael Latta, another close friend of Andre’s. No matter how much I try and take my attention off of Andre and on to the rest of the team, I can always feel his eyes on me. The team was lining up now on either side of the ice getting ready to take another round of shooting on the goalie, of course Andre was stopped right in front of me. He turns around a tosses me a wink before skating off to take his shot, my heart is racing a million miles a minute, screw you Andre for doing this to me I think smiling to myself.

“Wow (Y/N) I think Burky likes you” Cayden says grinning up at me, I laugh, “Maybe! I hope so” I say settling back into my seat because the guys were all getting off the ice, well everyone except Andre. It seemed he was in charge of cleaning up all the pucks, I can’t help but laugh and pull out my phone to snipe a quick picture to send to Emily.

“Sitting front row- to see this” I say attaching the picture with some emojis, she responds almost instantly. “(Y/N)! YOU ARE SO CLOSE HE GOT YOU THOSE TICKETS? OH THIS IS  LEGIT KEEP ME UPDATED!” I laugh and reply with some kissy face emojis before sliding my phone back into my pocket.

Now that it was getting closer to gametime the arena was filling up, it was definitely a sell out. Looking out at the sea of red jerseys in the stands it’s crazy trying to imagine what Andre is thinking whenever he is out there. I make a mental note to ask him later if he even realizes how many freaking people are in here, like I can’t even comprehend it. Sure for a concert it was like this and more on account of the floor seats, but this was for a hockey game. I guess hockey IS a big deal here, and I have a feeling I am going to be sucked into it too.

The lights start to go down in the building in favor for a sea of red lights covering the ice surface. The PA announcer introduces the Flyers, only to be met by a roar of boo’s from the crowd which makes me laugh. When he calls out the Capitals, the building absolutely erupts. I find myself smiling and clapping too without even realizing it, something about the atmosphere really got me though. After the National Anthem it was time for what I believe was called a face-off. I’m still getting the hang of the rules and everything. I look at the guys on the ice and notice that Andre is not among them, but I immediately see him on the bench. His normal goofy grin is now a serious, stern look. He’s not laughing and chatting away with his teammates like he was during warm-ups, he’s totally focused and in his own world.

And it’s pretty hot.

Right from the minute the puck was dropped the game is physical. I felt like guys were nonstop banging into each other right in front of where I am sitting. Cayden next to me was living for it, I on the other hand find myself worrying about Andre. Like I know he does this like every night and has played hockey his whole life, plus I’ve known him like 3 days, but I still worry every time he takes a hit. The buzzer goes off ending the first period and its 0-0, but a really exciting game nonetheless.

The second period goes the same way, lots of hits, no goals. A couple just misses and even a few fights. Much to little Cayden’s delight Tom got in a fight right in front of us, I was terrified silently praying Andre wasn’t a guy who “dropped the gloves” as everyone around me likes to say.

The third period is just starting and I can just see the frustration on the guy’s faces. They were playing so hard but they kept getting robbed by the Flyer’s goalie, or they would just miss the net. I guess something got them fired up though in between periods though because less than a minute in Ovechkin went down a scored a goal, much to the crowd’s delight. I again found myself on my feet again cheering just like everyone else in the building, hockey is exciting I can’t believe it took me seeing one of the player’s to finally start watching it. The eliation did not last long though, as a Flyers player just scored a goal too, back tied up at 1. The clock ran out and it was headed to overtime.

I could just see the look on Andre’s face, he wanted to win. His frustration showed on the ice too, he was throwing hits and using his size to charge past the Flyers. It worked because before I could even register what was happening, the goal light was going off and the guys on the ice and bench were rushing over to Andre. The rush of excitement I feel is completely indescribable, so I can only imagine what Andre is feeling. I guess my somewhat kind of boyfriend is pretty good at hockey huh?

I look down at my pass to go down and meet Andre after the game and my heart flutters with excitement. I say goodbye to Cayden, he was a great first game partner after all, and head over to the section attendant to find out how I use my pass to see Andre.

To be Continued.

anonymous asked:


Larry: *His face splits in to a huge grin.* Yeah, I heard.

Ahkmenrah: What?! *Sits up quickly, forgetting his earlier anger about Hugh Jackman.* Why didn’t you tell me?!

Larry: Oh, sorry. I figured it didn’t mean that much to you. Considering you’re not American and all. 

Ahkmenrah: *Elbows him in the ribs.* You idiot! This means we can get married now!

Larry: *Blinks a few times, slowly rubbing the bruise that is surely forming on his ribs.* I didn’t…. Do you want to get married?

Ahkmenrah: *Nods excitedly.* Yes, obviously! We should!

Larry: *Though surprised, he’s still very happy at the notion. But he tries to quell Ahk’s excitement.* Ahk, you know we can’t do that. You’re not a legal citizen. You don’t have a birth certificate or any kind of I.D.; not to mention you only come alive at night….

Ahkmenrah: *His face drops.* Of course. I wasn’t thinking straight….

Larry: *Puts an arm around his shoulders, squeezing.* Hey, it’s still okay. I love you whether you’re technically human or not. 

*Ahk smiles, but still looks a little disheartened. As Larry does his best to cheer up the pharaoh, he suddenly has an idea. After excusing himself to talk to Teddy, he returns to the office and takes Ahk by the hand, leading him out the door.*

Ahkmenrah: Where are we going?

Larry: *Takes him out the doors of the museum and onto the street.* I’m pretty sure they’re having a Pride celebration in Times Square. 

Ahkmenrah: *Looks down at his clothing.* Won’t people stare?

Larry: *Laughs* Nah, it’s Pride. Weirder shit has happened. Although it’s probably a good thing you left your crown inside. 

*Ahk’s hands fly up to his head and he makes a distressed noise, causing Larry to laugh again. Eventually they come upon the celebration, and Ahk in enthralled with all the different movement and colors. Someone comes up and paints a rainbow on his cheek, and he grins from ear to ear.* 

*As they walk through the huge, surging crowd, Larry is abruptly reminded of the popular World War II picture, where a soldier is kissing a nurse surrounded by the crowd celebrating the end of the war. The same photo had just been transferred to the museum, and said nurse had tried to get a little fresh with him. Needless to say, Ahk had been upset.*

Larry: Hey, come here for a sec. 

*Ahk turns with a smile, and the many colored lights reflecting around his face  make him look absolutely beautiful.There’s a question in his eyes, which Larry answers by taking the pharaoh into his arms, dipping him just slightly before pressing a long, chaste kiss to his lips*

*When he puts Ahk back on his feet a few seconds later, there is a round of applause from bystanders, and Ahk looks as happy as Larry has ever seen him.*

(I’m so happy about today you don’t even know. Also, for ref: http://urbanoutsinners.tumblr.com/post/122545549190/fuck-yes-this-is-the-shit-im-living-for-today)

anonymous asked:

Riarkle random headcanons?

  • Okay so when they’re like, 10 or 11, Farkle figures out the greatest birthday present for Riley Matthews
  • Courtside Knick’s tickets
  • He gets (well, he talks Stuart into getting) three tickets, for her, Cory obviously, and he assumes she’ll wanna take Maya right
  • Also btw the Knick’s are playing the 76ers so Cory is horrified
  • But anyway, Lil Farkle thinks this is the coolest plan ever. Cause she’s always playing basketball, has mentioned watching the games on tv, and has quite a few Knick’s merchandise like sweatshirts and whatnot
  • But she’s never been to a game, so he’s like “SWEET I can make her life with these tickets and she’ll be happy and I won’t actually have to go to the dumb game so I’ll be happy!!!”
  • So anyway she’s completely ecstatic over this omg jumping and squealing he got a thank you hug and everything his day was made
  • But his plan ultimately backfires when she insists on taking him to the game, because “You gave me the tickets, why would I take anyone else?!”
  • He tries to talk his way out of it but she’s giving him puppy-eyes so it’s a lost cause lmao
  • He approaches this day as if it’s his funeral omfg he just can’t stand sports
  • Cory is pumped to be courtside and watching the Sixers play but is clearly horrified his daughter is sitting next to him in a Knick’s sweatshirt lmao
  • They got some stares
  • Anyway so before the game starts Farkle’s already thinking of ways to fake his death or whatever lmao the kid is slumped in his seat all miserable he would so rather be doing his math homework right now 😂
  • But then the game starts right
  • And he still doesn’t give a flying fuck
  • But immediately, Riley switches from her normal cutesy little happy sunshine self to this BALL OF RAGE
  • She’s screaming so loud at everything- like if she thinks a play is a bad idea, if she thinks someone messed up, booing the other team. Even her victory cheers sound so angry omg
  • Farkle is so freaking confused but Cory’s acting like this is a perfectly normal occurrence which confuses Farkle more because how could he have never seen her act like this before, they’ve been friends for like 5 years now.
  • And with all the fighting his parents do, Farkle hates yelling and screaming, it always freaks him out, but something about this Irrationally Angry Riley Matthews is just so…entertaining?
  • Like he can’t stop staring at her
  • He’s never seen her eyes light up like this before and her forehead is all scrunched up in frustration and her mouth is in a pout and he’s barely heard her yell before and the whole scene just leaves him completely enamored
  • Suddenly coming to this game was not a bad thing lmao
  • Like, he still doesn’t care much about the game- in fact he hardly pays attention to it. He spends most of the night just watching Riley react to it lmao
  • He literally could not even tell you who won the game but he can tell you what Riley was yelling at the ref word for word
  • Cory is focused on the game but he definitely sees what’s going on with Farkle and manages to get a few pictures of the kids without them noticing
  • He later put them on facebook for the benefit of everyone in on The Bet, captioned “Okay but have you ever seen a 10 year old look so in love???”
  • But okay so Farkle is now obsessed with this side of Riley
  • Like that basketball game was possibly the most entertaining night of his life he needs to see her pissed off again
  • But he doesn’t want to make her mad, you know? Like he doesn’t want her mad at him
  • And she’s so easygoing so there’s like a solid 3 month period of him wondering if he hallucinated that whole night
  • And then one Sunday Riley invites Farkle and Maya over to have a movie marathon
  • Except Maya comes down with the flu so it’s just the two of them
  • And at first Farkle’s expecting Riley to be mopey all day bc Maya’s not there, but when he asks her what she wants to watch she gives him a little excited, if but mildly evil grin and says “Listen, Maya is such a wimp with scary movies so I need to take advantage of this alone time”
  • And Farkle’s trying to figure out how either of the girls has even seen scary movies because his parents are pretty strict about age appropriate ratings
  • But apparently every time they go Philly to visit Riley’s grandparents, the visits are mostly spent with her Uncle Josh sneaking PG-13 and R Rated movies for them 😂😂
  • And before he can even try to argue that her parents won’t let this happen, Topanga and Cory are both rushing out the door with different work related emergencies, and “Okay you guys are big kids now yay!!! We know you’re good kids so just don’t open the door for strangers, don’t touch the stove or the oven, and call us or 911 if there’s a problem LOVE YOU BYE”
  • So now they’re definitely watching horror flicks lmao
  • Riley decides it’ll be ‘safe’ to start him off with Halloween and while he’s completely terrified and also probably not sleeping for a week…Farkle finds he really likes scary movies lol
  • But what he also finds is
  • Riley Matthews screaming at the freaking TV, not because she’s scared of anything that’s happening, but because she’s completely enraged at the characters making stupid decisions
  • She’s absolutely that “DON’T GO IN THE FUCKING BASEMENT, DUMBASS” type of movie watcher 😂😂😂
  • They get through like 3 or 4 movies that day, and Riley’s a ball of fury and yelling at the characters or stupid plot devices for all of them, and Farkle’s just cracking up watching her
  • Like yes, he does develop an appreciation for the horror genre and all it offers, but now he wants to do this every single weekend, and it has more to do with Riley than anything else
  • And they do agree to do this every Sunday- just the two of them, watching horror movies on the couch and eating take out from this Chinese place that’s near both their houses
  • They invited Maya at first but since she hates horror movies she turns it down
  • At some point Riley and Farkle discover that they both love sci-fi too, and that Riley has the same reaction with those films, so they go back and forth between genres usually
  • This becomes an Official Tradition that they keep up all throughout middle and high school
  • Every Sunday, pajamas, junk food, cuddled up on the couch, Riley screaming at the screen while Farkle alternates between yelling out spoilers/plot twists and looking at Riley like she’s the whole universe

little bit of a model/footballer Zouis au, because there should be more model!zayn aus:

“I don’t see why I have to go.”

Louis rolls his eyes. Zayn’s whining had been a lot more convincing in his flat, in his sweatpants, than here on the street, bumping shoulders with Louis as they walk. Still, Zayn’s doing him a favor, so for the thousandth time, Louis nudges his hip. “Because I need to go to this dinner to get my award, and I need a pretty face to accompany me.”

It’s Zayn’s turn to roll his eyes now, as they turn the corner. They probably should have taken the car the team had offered, but Louis likes the walk. Likes this time with Zayn, their hands brushing. And maybe he likes how people give them sidelong looks sometimes, maybe guessing where they recognize Louis or Zayn from, maybe just admiring. There’s a lot to admire. Louis’s looking pretty nice in his suit, if he does say so himself, and Zayn’s Zayn. In his dark suit with the flaring jacket that should look ridiculous, even if Louis knows it’s right off the runway, but it’s Zayn.

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a-fangirls-den  asked:

AAAAAHHHHH, BLESS YOU!! I just read that double date SouRin-MakoHaru comic of yours and---I am so overcome with emotions, oh gawd. THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THAT! IT WAS SO LOVELY, THANK YOU! BTW, do you have headcanons for SouRin family? (Because I love seeing these dorks as fathers.) /CRIES BECAUSE I'M MAKOHARU+SOURIN FAMILY TRASH

THANK YOU!!! I’m glad you enjoyed it!


loooooooooooong post under the cut :)))))

Teen warning for mentions of nsfw content lmao but nothing really explicit

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super-fangirl-12  asked:

Hey! I love your writing! Could you do a Frazel AU where Frank is a boxer (I don't know which league you can pick) and Hazel is a very committed reporter?

Aww, thank you! :)

  • Hazel watched the match unfolding in front of her. The rookie, Frank Zhang, versus one of the best in the league.
  • And the rookie was winning. 
  • For Hazel, this was the old fashion underdog story. But if she can get close to him, get a real interview, that would be a great story.
  • So far, no reporter can get close to the rookie to get his back story, how he got so good at this sport, and how did he beat one of the best in the league.
  • The crowd was cheering as the ref lifted Zhang’s arm, declaring him the winner. 
  • Hazel smiled and took a picture of him. When she looked up, she could have sworn the rookie was looking at her. 
  • She smiled at him before disappearing to the back to see if she could get that interview. 
  • There were reporters everywhere, just waiting for him to come back from the ring. Hazel was smart. They just wanted pictures and for him to answer the basic questions. She wanted more. 
  • She squeezed towards the front, by his dressing room door. She waited until she felt and heard commotion. Frank was coming.
  • She watched as his body guards pushed through the crowd and head to his room. She skillfully placed herself so when the door opened, she would get pushed and fall right in, right before the door closed.
  • And it worked. 
  • She got up and dusted herself off as four guards, the coach, and Frank stared at her.
  • “Hi.” She smiled. “Great match today.”
  • “Mr. Zhang isn’t answering questions or-” His body guard started but Frank raised his hand.
  • “I’ll be fine. I don’t think she’s dangerous.” He told them. 
  • The guards went outside to deal with the crowd.
  • “She’s a reporter. Becareful. Whatever you say she’ll put it in whatever newspaper or magazine or blog she works for.” His coach whispered to him. 
  • “I’ll be fine.” Frank told him. “Go call your wife. She’s probably missing you.”
  • His coach left, keeping an eye on Hazel.
  • Frank looked at her. “A reporter, huh? Apparently you are the boogie men of famous people.”
  • She chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that’s paparazzi. I do not follow people. I go to matches for the subject I write about and write about the matches.”
  • “That sounds a lot like stalking to me.”
  • “I don’t go to your house or follow you everywhere. A reporter gets a story. My story is following you to the end of the season. How the rookie of the league is going to become the champion.” She told him.
  • “Sounds like a good story. One that I should keep up.” He chuckled. “I don’t want your story to have a bad ending.” 
  • She smiled. “Would be helpful.” 
  • “So, why did you come into my room?” 
  • “Well, no one can ever get a personal interview with you. And it would be good to know the beginning of the story. How you got so good at fighting, where did you come from, who taught you, stuff like that.” 
  • He smiled a bit. “How about this. I get cleaned up and then we can go get dinner so I can tell you about my backstory.”
  • “Sounds good.” She grinned.

As the thunder rolls, you pull the blankets closer to you and close your eyes. As hard as you try, you can’t sleep when you hear and see the storm that is looming above your house. You open your eyes to see a shadow standing above you, and you almost scream.
“(y/n), calm down! It’s just me.” Your brother, Luke, says as he tries to refrain from laughing.
“Luke, stop it isn’t funny.” You say, burying your face into your pillow. Luke sits down on the side of your bed.
“I came in here because I know you get scared. I didn’t come just to scare you even more.”
You sit up. “Really?”
Luke smiles. “Scoot over.”
You do so, and he cuddles next to you as you flinch at the booming sound of thunder.
“Shhh, I’m here. You’re safe.” Luke says as he pulls you closer. You close your eyes, finally calmed by the presence of your brother.
“Thanks, Luke.” You just barely manage to say before you eyelids get too heavy to keep open.
“Love you, baby sister.” You hear him say before you slip into a deep, and anticipated sleep.

“What? That should’ve been a foul!” You hear your brother shout obnoxiously from the living room. He’s busy watching the World Cup and he is not very happy.
“Calum, can you please ke-” You start, but you’re cut off by another loud shout.
“How could you miss that? This is bullshit!”
You walk to the living room and peek in the door.
“Calum?” You say quietly.
“What?!” He says angrily without looking at you.
“Please calm down.”
“I will not calm down!” He continues his rant by standing up and using various hand gestures in every sentence. “My team is losing, (y/n), losing! They’re losing their hype, you can tell! And it doesn’t help that the ref is biased! I can’t just sit by and watch!”
You sigh. “Calum, yelling at the TV isn’t going to change how they’re playing and yo-” You are interrupted yet again.
“What kind of shot was that! I could play better than that!”
You laugh. “I’m sure you could, Cal.” With that, you leave him to yell at the TV, knowing that he won’t take a loss easily.

“Michael!” You groan as you bang on your brothers door. “Michael, wake up!” You hear him groan from the other side.
“Just two more minutes, (y/n).”
“No, Michael. Get up.”
There is silence. You listen for the sound of his feet on the floor, but when it doesn’t come you decide to take matters into your own hands. You walk into his room and sit on the side of his bed.
“Michael, are you aware of what today is?” You ask.
“Uh, Saturday?” He says into his pillow.
“Well, yes, but something special is happening today.”
“Do I get to sleep?”
You sigh. “No, I’m graduating today. We can’t leave until you’re dressed and I wouldn’t want to be late for my own graduation.”
He looks up, his eyes barely open. “What time is it? Why are you up at the ass crack of dawn?”
You laugh. “It’s 12:30, stupid.”
“Oh.” He flops back down on his pillow. “There’s no way you’re graduating from high school yet.” He pauses. “You’re like twelve.”
You laugh again. “No, I’m eighteen. Now get your lazy ass up. We’re leaving at 5.”
“That’s so far from now! Why are you waking me up so early?”
“Because I know how you work. You never would’ve gotten up if I’d have waited until after 1.”
He sits up and smiles. “You know me so well.”
You hit him with a pillow. “Now get up.”

“Ashton!” You yell across the house, rubbing your eyes.
“What?” He tells back from his room.
“Come here, please!” You hear him groan but, soon enough, he’s running down the stairs.
“What, (y/n)?) He says rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“Why would you do this?” You say, gesturing to the cabinet.
“Do what?” He looks at you, confused.
“You put the cereal on the highest shelf. Why?” You say impatiently.
“Oh,” His face brightens, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to reach it.”
“Ash, just please get it.”
He smirks. “You have to say that I’m the better sibling.”
“What? No you’re not. Mom likes me better.” You say.
“Say it. I’m the better sibling.”
“Sorry, I was raised to not tell lies.”
“C’mon, (y/n), it’s simple.”
“No.” You say defiantly, crossing your arms.
“Fine, I’m going back to bed. Love ya, sis.” He says as he ruffles your hair and turns away.
You slap his hand off and stand staring at the cabinet, wondering how you are going to manage to get the cereal down safely.

The luke one made me v emotional bc I’ve always pictured luke as my brother so that was written from the bottom of my heart… I tried to make them super cute. I hope you like them. :))