score one for the little guy

NHL!Bitty Pt. I - Hug Check

Bitty signs with another team and no one on the Falconers wants to be the guy to check Zimms’ boyfriend; the problem is Bitty’s a quick little fucker and if you don’t stop him somehow he has a tendency to score. They’ve already lost one game because Guy hesitated a half-second too long and god-forbid they end up in a cup series with him.

Solution? Falconers bring back the patented Horton ‘bear-hug check’; initially just for Bittle, but it spreads league-wide because straight up lifting guys off the ice for a few seconds is hella effective and the linemen haven’t seen it much so they don’t really know how to call it.

There are three minutes left in the second period and the Schooners are up by one; Bitty spins to avoid Thirdy, shoots a look to Avery, ready to pass and –

“Miss you, Itty Bitty!” Mashkov crows over the roar of the crowd, his massive chest stopping Eric’s momentum full force. Bitty knows what’s coming next, wrapped up in Mashkov’s arms, squished by pads and misplaced affection, he watches helplessly as the puck slides away, immediately picked off by Thirdy. “Miss your pie!”

“Let me go –” Bitty growls, struggling against the hold even as a linesman skates by to examine if what they’re doing constitutes a fight. 

It doesn’t.

“Aww, Bitty not enjoying my hugs,” Mashkov tells the linesman, squeezing tighter, bumping his helmet against Eric’s, “rather I knock out pretty teeth instead.”

“Fuck you, Tater!”

“No, no, you fuck Zimmboni. You make me pie.”

anonymous asked:

reddie and stenbrough as parents hcs!!!!!

- bill and stan would be the cutest dads in the world oh my god

- they adopt twin girls and they’re the smallest most precious things in the world

- bill would teach the girls piano from a young age and they play every day for him

- stan explains the jewish faith to them but tells them they can follow whatever path they want, he just wants them to know more about their dad

- they call bill ‘dad’ and stan ‘papa’ 

- their uncle george is literally their favourite person ever, minus their dads obviously

- bill and stan got married after they adopted and their girls got to be the flower girls and they wore matching dresses and little flower crowns and stan cried so much when he saw them

- the girls would be SUPER close with the other losers, especially their godfather’s eddie and richie

- speaking of…

- guess who adopted a little boy and a little girl? its reddie

- the girl ends up exactly like richie, cocky and rude and hilarious and eddie loves her just as much as he loves richie

- the boy was a little shyer, like eddie, and would stick by his side constantly

- the kids keep giving eddie nicknames because they grew up hearing richie call their dad every nickname he could possibly think of

- their personal favourite is ‘popsicle’

- richie is just plan old dad, but he loves it because he feels totally more masculine

- he’s also constantly making dad jokes that make everyone cringe

- their little girl grew up way too fast and started dating early and eddie was so happy for her but richie was ready to beat this boys ass

- “no boy is going to break my little girls heart, eds”

- all four of the guys had play dates with their kids every weekend and the four kids bonded so well and were basically the new losers club

- bev and ben were the ‘cool aunt and uncle’ that always had chewing gum and movies to watch

- but uncle mike’s farm was a fucking blast and that’s how one of the twins got into horse riding and realised she wanted to become a vet

- eddie and richie’s little boy likes bird watching with his uncle stan

- babygirl tozier loves video games just like her dad and beat his high score when she was 9; eddie never let richie live that down

- the kids would always have sleepovers together and always fall asleep in bill and stan’s living room, and their dads would just watch them fondly and wonder how they got so damn lucky

Random thing I just remembered:

So back in 8th grade, my class took a math test. And we all bombed. We bombed hard. It was obviously something wrong with the test. I don’t even remember what the issue was, but a whole class doesn’t fail unless something was up. Like, we were all kind of banded together in “what the hell was that.” Since we all did poorly, we were almost giddy with suppressed nerves

The next day, the teacher was like, “I… don’t even know what to say, guys. I’ve never seen anything like this. Like, I’m not naming any names, but one of your classmates got a low score of 18%.”

This kid in the back: “Ah, ah, ah!” He jumps up, trots to the front of the room, shows the teacher his score, and does a little jog back to his seat.

The teacher, without batting an eye says, “I’m not naming any names, but one of your classmates got a low score of 16%.”

We all cracked up at this point, and that test got tossed. But I still just randomly think of it sometimes.

Hockey Goalie Thoughts P. 2

  • ‘You are the master of your crease, this is your crease, let nothing in.’
  • 'Shit, a breakaway, alright, I got this.’
  • 'Ha! No goals for you, that’s right, skate away, be sad, feel shame.’
  • 'Another breakaway, I’ve got this. I got the puck, I got the puck, I got the–fuck, I don’t have the puck.’
  • 'Fuck this little piece of frozen rubber, useless piece of absolute shit.’
  • 'Pucks in the corner, I can get it, no one around, here you go friend.’
  • 'No goal for you again! I’m the best, my stick too fast, my pads too thick.’
  • 'Calmly play the puck behind the net, here you go frien– shit, not friend, shit, shit shit.’
  • 'No more goalie adventures for me.’
  • 'I lied, the puck is right there, here you go…. Friend. Yes good, teammate, off you go.’
  • 'Shit here comes this asshole, I hate this guy he’s so good, but he won’t score on– he scored.’
  • 'FuUcCkKkK.’
  • 'Where even is my defense? I need to make some lost posters, 'missing, entire fucking defense’.’
  • 'Stop turning the puck over you fucks.’
  • 'Get yo ass outta the crease. My crease, you’re not invited.’
  • 'Oh, no goal for you. Can’t touch this, na-na-na-na, can’t touch this.’
  • 'Yes! My team scored, they’re not worthless after all.’
  • 'Now they get a penalty and it’s 5 on 4, I lied, fucking worthless.’
  • 'How is that not goaltender interference? He just bump and grinded me like we’re at a club.’
  • 'Fuck these blind ass refs.’
  • 'I hate all of you.
  • 'Why are goalies so angry all the time? Because our teammates fucks us over too much.’
  • 'Oh wow, we’ve remembered how to hockey and we’ve scored.’
  • 'I hate the fucking shootouts. Stupidest shit ever.’
  • 'Yes, you’re all very happy we won, hang me out to dry again though and there’ll be a 20+ list of missing person reports.’
TMGB WOY Original Theme Song Demo (6-22-12)
The Two Man Gentlemen Band
TMGB WOY Original Theme Song Demo (6-22-12)


I found this little treat while backing up an old hard drive.  It’s the first theme song demo we submitted to the Wander Over Yonder folks back in 2012!  Music by me, lyrics by Craig McC, performed by The Two Man Gentlemen Band.

The band was on tour when Disney first reached out to us to submit some ideas for the theme song.  We didn’t have time in the tour schedule to get into a recording studio so we sang this into my iPhone in a hotel room somewhere in Virginia.  Lo-fi wins again!

You’ll probably notice right away that this isn’t the tune that ended up being the theme song.  But, we did get to use it in the Little Guy.  And I’ve snuck the melody into the score a few times, too, usually when Wander and Sylvia are having a “friendship” moment.  It’s one of my favorite things that I’ve ever written.


-Andy Bean

Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.

A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X

Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”

The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.

It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.

As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.

“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.

“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.

“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”

“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”

“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.

Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”

“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.

Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.

I found a love for me 

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”

“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”

“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 

Not knowing what it was 

I will not give you up this time 

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”

“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath 

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”

“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home 

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”

“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love 

Fighting against all odds 

I know we’ll be alright this time

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”

Darling, just hold my hand 

Be my girl, I’ll be your man 

I see my future in your eyes

“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful 

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.

I have faith in what I see 

Now I know I have met an angel in person 

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this 

You look perfect tonight

“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.

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Anonymous asked: (jock!dean & nerd!cas) Cas sending Dean one of those school anon flower valentines day things with a little personalized note (cough cough mean girls) but thinking he’s not going to notice his specially. Little does he know Dean sent one to him as well.

Castiel was staring at the bulletin board, his mouth dry and his heart hammering against his rib cage as he read the new announcement.

Valentine’s Day 2016 at Lawrence High

Anonymously send a rose with personal note to the one you desire, our cupid will deliver the message on Friday February 12th.’

There was more information about how and where to leave your message, but Castiel knew that he had to talk himself out of this horrible idea before he gave in. Because he was this close to actually doing it. This close to acting on his feelings, to throw caution to the wind. This close to finally doing something about his crush on the most popular guy in school.

“Hey, Cas!” A cheerful voice called his name from not too far away, and suddenly an arm was casually draped around his shoulder. “I can already tell what you’re thinking, and I think that you should go for it.”

Charlie Bradbury, Castiel’s best friend, was wiggling her eyebrows at him, nodding at the school’s special Valentine’s offer.

Castiel sighed, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, we both know that.”

“Oh come on, you won’t know for sure if you don’t try!” Charlie countered immediately, one of her hands ruffling Castiel’s hair. “And honestly, if I have to watch you pine after Dean Winchester for another year, I will end up needing therapy.”

“It is not funny.” Castiel grumbled, giving his friend a sideways glare.

“You’re right, it’s not.” Charlie agreed. “Therapy costs a fortune.

“Charlie!” Castiel warned, lightly smacking his friend’s arm as he continued to glower at her.

Charlie surrendered, holding up her hands, calling a truce.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry! I’m just saying, as a friend, that this is your chance, Cas. And it’s anonymous, so what do you have to lose, really?”

Castiel sighed, staring at the bulletin board again as he pondered that question.

“My sanity?” He offered after some time had passed.

Charlie shrugged. “Even better. If it doesn’t work out you can join me in therapy, maybe we’ll get a group discount.”

When Castiel reached out to reprimand her with another gentle slap to the arm, she moved out of the way before he could strike.

“Look, all I’m saying is, think about it. And before you start the whole he’s-popular-and-I’m-not argument again… It shouldn’t matter, as far as I know, Dean’s nice to everyone.” Charlie said, more serious now. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”

Castiel muttered a goodbye in return when Charlie turned around and took off, feeling anxious as he considered the idea once more. The wise thing would be to forget about it altogether…


One week later, Castiel was deeply regretting the decision he’d made.

February 12th. He froze in his seat the second the door to the classroom opened in the middle of Math class. In walked Garth Fitzgerald, the janitor. Some students said that Garth wasn’t right in the noodle. When looking at him now, dressed in nothing but a giant white diaper with a pair of fake wings and a bow and arrow to match, Castiel suspected that they were right.

“I come bearing gifts.” Garth declared in a dramatic tone, holding up his right hand, the one that held at least fifteen red roses.

To make matters worse, of course it had to happen during the only class that Castiel shared with Dean. This was a scene taken directly from one of Castiel’s worst nightmares.

Garth was handing out roses here and there, and Castiel bit his lip, sinking lower in his chair, mortified. Jo Harvelle got one, and so did Victor Henriksen. Meg Masters got two, and Meg’s friend Ruby had scored three.

“Dean Winchester, six for you, the school record.” Garth whistled as he dumped the roses on Dean’s desk with an elegant hand gesture.

Dean frowned, green eyes narrowing. He looked sincerely surprised.

Castiel breathed out for the first time in what felt like ages, feeling a little defeated. Dean got six, of course. It wasn’t the first time that Castiel was reminded of just how doomed his infatuation with the guy truly was. He made up his mind there and then; he was never going to confess that one of those roses was his doing. Dean would never know that one of the messages came from Castiel, and everything would go back to normal.

“Castiel Novak, one for you.”

Castiel flinched when Garth’s voice was practically singing his name. Next thing he knew, a rose was placed on his desk. Almost all of Castiel’s classmates were staring at him, shock painted on their faces. Dean wasn’t one of them though, he was stiffly staring down at the roses on his own desk.

Garth had already moved on to another victim, and Castiel blinked at his rose, dumbstruck. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. No one ever even paid attention to shy Castiel Novak with the dorky glasses.

Curious nonetheless, Castiel discreetly checked the card.

‘You’re awesome, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. PS: I think I could drown in your eyes, and I wouldn’t even mind if did.’

Castiel tried to hide a laugh. This had ‘Charlie’ written all over it. This was a typical case of Castiel’s best friend trying to make him feel better. He could appreciate the joke, and he was kind of thankful that she’d taken the time to make him feel like less of an outcast.

He decided to go find her as soon as class ended, so that he could thank her.


Charlie was at the library, using one of the school computers. Castiel grinned as he hugged her from behind, surprising her.

“Whoa, Cas. What was that for? You never hug unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Charlie accused as she turned her head, dragging her eyes away from the screen. “The last time you hugged me was back in kindergarten when my cat died.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. So perhaps she was right, but that was not the point.

“Very funny… I just wanted to thank you for getting me a rose, that was nice of you. The part about drowning in my eyes was impressive, especially considering that you’re not even into males.”

Charlie’s hands slid away from the keyboard, and she turned in her chair to stare up at Castiel, appearing to be completely clueless.

“Rose?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “That sure as hell wasn’t me… I sent you a friendship card, it should be waiting for you in the mail when you get home.”

There was no doubt that Charlie was speaking the truth; Castiel knew his friend well enough to detect when she was lying.

Castiel’s blood turned to ice. Someone had pranked him. Great. Predictable, but embarrassing all the same. Without thinking, Castiel rushed out of the library. He heard Charlie call after him, but he didn’t stop, aiming for some fresh air and some alone time instead…


It was chilly outside, even though the sun was struggling to break through the clouds. Castiel shivered as he took in the empty school yard. It wasn’t time for lunch break yet, which meant that he was alone. Perfect.

He made his way over to a group of trees, sitting down on a wooden bench that was still slightly damp. Putting down his bag, he took a deep breath. Now that he could think clearly, he realized that he was overreacting. It had simply been a prank, and whoever had pulled it, at least the message hadn’t included any mean or harmful words…


Castiel nearly fell off the bench at the sound of that voice, deep and warm, calling his name so casually.

“Hello…” Castiel mumbled as he looked up into troubled green eyes. “Dean.” He added in an even smaller voice when he realized that this was probably bad news.

Like this, Dean was towering over him, and Castiel felt the need to get up to his feet as well, so that they at least were on the same level. When he did just that, Dean was even closer, and Castiel took a tiny step back.

Did Dean know? Had someone found out about Castiel sending him that rose? Castiel felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought.

“Can I talk to you, Cas?”

For reasons unknown, Dean sounded nothing like the confident guy that Castiel knew, and it was a bit unsettling.

“I… Yes, I guess.” Castiel permitted helplessly, trapped by both those eyes and the intense look on that handsome face.

Dean nodded, but stayed silent for a brief amount of time, as if collecting his thoughts. Castiel shamelessly used that pause to count the freckles on Dean’s nose, until he caught himself in the act and swiftly averted his eyes.

“Look, I think this whole anonymous thing with the roses is one big load of crap.” Dean suddenly stated out of the blue, breaking the silence and making Castiel look up at him again. “I mean, why send someone a message if you’re not even gonna tell them it’s you, right? Besides, it’s weird and awkward…”

Oh no… Dean knew. It felt like Dean’s gaze was boring right into Castiel’s very soul, digging up all of the secrets that he’d tried to keep hidden for so long.

Castiel contemplated running away and hiding in a cave forever, or moving to the other side of the country. Anything, something to get away from Dean Winchester, as well as impending humiliation. But Castiel was not a coward, never had been. He stood a little straighter, squaring his shoulders, a confession on his lips, just waiting to spill out.

“I’m sorry, Dean…” He apologized, loud and clear. “Sending you that rose was stupid, I know it was irrational, and I should’ve known that it would make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking…”

The dumbfounded expression on Dean’s face that followed after, was not what Castiel had anticipated. This entire conversation was getting more confusing by the minute.

You? No Cas, I was talking about me!” Dean blurted out, face turning pink. “I sent you a rose… I think you’re cute, and smart, and your eyes are just… they’re gorgeous, okay? That’s what I’m trying to tell you, because otherwise what even would the point be, huh?”

Dean was grinning sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for Castiel to say something.

Castiel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shocked that Dean even knew he existed, let alone that he’d taken an interest in Castiel.

“So did you… Was I the only one who got a rose from you?” Castiel eventually questioned, not knowing what else to say.

Dean put his hand over his heart in mock offense. “Of course! I think one Valentine’s date at a time is enough, don’t you.” He winked at Castiel, and Castiel was officially lost.

“Y-You want to ask me on a date, Dean?”

“Yeah, I do…” Dean replied with a grin. “But first, I wanna know which one of those six messages was yours.”

Again, Castiel was reminded of his competition, but he suddenly felt less nervous. This was Dean, captain of the football team, the popular kid, yet he seemed genuinely vulnerable when talking to Castiel. It made Castiel confident enough to tease him a little.

“How about you guess which one it was?” Castiel said, tilting his head as he challenged Dean.

Dean weighed his options, squinting at Castiel. “Okay… Do I get a bonus if I guess it right away?”

Castiel laughed at Dean’s obvious enthusiasm. “You’ll see.”

Again, Dean was staring at him, as if trying to lift the answer straight from Castiel’s mind. Castiel gladly took yet another opportunity to map Dean’s freckles.

“Ha!” Dean shouted triumphantly, almost making Castiel jump. “It was the message that compared my freckles to the constellations, wasn’t it!”


Lucky for Dean, Castiel wasn’t a sore loser. Dean had earned that bonus, fair and square. In a moment of extreme bravery, Castiel stood on his tiptoes and lightly kissed Dean on the lips. When Dean pulled him closer and started kissing him back, Castiel could tell that this was going to be the best Valentine’s day ever.

Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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I’m Not Promise, I Drunk

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: No

Summary: After a nasty breakup with Jughead, [Y/N] finally admits the truth about how she feels about her ex at a party that she never wanted to go to.

Warnings: Underage drinking, Jughead being sweet

Word Count: 4,468

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anonymous asked:

Do u have a Destiel high school au masterlist?

Hii! I do now, good luck. :p 

[All High School AUs written by me, all links go to AO3!]

✗ Accidentally In Love
“Dean asks Cas -his best friend since they were four- to prom, because Cas helps organize the event but is upset that he didn’t even get asked himself. It’s no big deal of course, Dean’s just helping out a friend. Or that’s what he tries to tell himself, until prom night arrives and he sees Cas all dressed up, looking ridiculously gorgeous.”

 Valentine’s Day
“Cas anonymously sending Dean one of those school Valentine’s Day flowers with a little personalized note, thinking that someone as popular as Dean won’t notice his message anyway because he gets so many. Little does he know that Dean sent one to him as well…”

 Don’t Shoot The Messenger
“Castiel’s younger sister Anna wants to go to the school dance with Dean Winchester, but she doesn’t have the guts to ask him. Instead, she asks Cas if maybe he can do it for her and be the messenger. The tricky part? Castiel has feelings for Dean too.”

 Letters of Love
“A very shy Castiel anonymously leaves sweet little notes for the unattainable Dean Winchester, assuming that he will never have a chance with his crush anyway. Until Castiel receives a note as well.”

 How Dean Winchester Scored
“Castiel Novak is the most popular guy at Lawrence High, incredibly handsome and captain of the soccer team. Dean Winchester is the invisible nerdy kid who has a crush on him, but doesn’t dare to act on it. Lucky for him, it turns out that Castiel doesn’t mind making the first move.”

✗ Practice Makes Perfect
“’It’s not gay if it’s practice, but shit that was actually really nice wanna practice some more?’ Or, the one in which Dean offers to help his best friend Cas improve his kissing skills, until it’s no longer just ‘practice’.”

✗ No Homo
“'I wasn’t gay, but then I kissed you in front of some homophobes to piss them off, and turns out I might be kinda gay for you after all’. In which a kiss makes Dean realize that he has feelings for his best friend.”

✗ This Game We Play
“Dean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They’ve always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he’s been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.”

✗ What It Looks Like
“When nerdy Castiel Novak gets asked out by the popular Dean Winchester, he says no, assuming that it’s a cruel joke. But Dean doesn’t give up that easily, and he’s determined to show Castiel that not everything is what it looks like.”

✗ The Call
“Castiel accidentally butt dials his best friend Dean, and Dean overhears a conversation that wasn’t meant for his ears. Or: the one in which Dean finds out that his best friend has a huge crush on him.”

✗ Through Your Eyes
“Dean’s best friend Castiel is blind, which is why Cas loves it whenever Dean describes the things as he sees them. When Castiel gets curious and wants more details about Dean’s looks, Dean is reluctant to go into detail about them. Castiel’s solution is simple, and demands nothing more than a gentle touch.”

✗ Truth Or Dare
“Dean Winchester has had feelings for his best friend Castiel since forever. He finally mans up about it, and sneakily asks Cas to the Fall Dance through a special game of truth or dare.”

 Camping & Cuddles
“Dean and Castiel have been best friends for a long time, and they decide to go on a camping trip to celebrate graduating high school. When it starts raining and Cas’ tent turns out to have a huge hole in it, the boys are forced to share Dean’s tent, and things heat up.”

 Raking Leaves
“In Dean Winchester’s opinion, raking leaves is not such a horrible task when it gives you an excuse to ogle the beautiful boy next door.”

✗ Date or Dare
“After a dare with his friends, the popular Dean Winchester takes nerdy Castiel Novak out on a date to earn himself some quick money. However, things get rather complicated when Dean starts falling for the guy who was only supposed to be part of a bet…”

✗ Prove Me Wrong
“Castiel gets asked out by the beautiful Dean Winchester every day, but every day he tells Dean ‘no’. Castiel has his own reasons to reject Dean, but after a while it’s getting hard to resist.”

✗ Hush
“A drunk Cas is a very talkative Cas. When Dean wants to shut his friend up but fails, he gets creative. He finds that kissing Castiel is a great way to silence him, and as a bonus, it’s also very pleasant.”

✗ Always Going To Be You
“When Dean’s boyfriend Castiel gets the lead role in the school play, which includes kissing their classmate Meg, Dean is overcome with jealously. Cas lets Dean know that his concern is unnecessary, and that Dean is the only one for him.”

✗ Dear Diary
“Dean sneakily reads Castiel’s diary during one of their sleepovers, only to find out that his best friend is in love with him.”

✗ If We Were A Movie
“Dean knows that he has reached an age where he’s supposed to start caring about dating girls, and so he’s very confused when he finds that he’s interested in dating his best friend Castiel instead.”

✗ Prom Date
“Dean finds his best friend Castiel in the boys bathroom, on the verge of crying. When he finds out that Castiel tried to ask Meg to be his prom date but got rejected, Dean does his best to fix it, and succeeds.”

✗ School Project
“Castiel could name at least a thousand people with whom he would rather be doing this Biology project. He absolutely detested their teacher, Mrs. Mason, because she had to go and pair Castiel with that jerk Dean Winchester of all people.”

✗ Only You
“If there’s one thing that Dean Winchester is sure of, it’s that he’s not gay. But that doesn’t change the fact that he is head over heels in love with his best friend Castiel.”

✗ In The Closet
“The janitor’s closet is the perfect place to hide from the many bullies that roam the halls of Lawrence High. It’s also the place where Castiel first meets his charming fellow student Dean Winchester.”

“When the handsome new student Castiel Novak arrives at Lawrence High, Dean has every intention of making him feel welcome. However, Castiel seems to ignore Dean whenever Dean tries to talk to him.”

✗ Twister
“Castiel and Dean are having a sleepover, and Cas has his own reasons to convince Dean to play Twister with him.”

✗ Bad Day Gone Good
“Castiel misses the bus at the end of an already horrible day, but his day improves considerably when the gorgeous and popular Dean Winchester saves him from a long walk home in the pouring rain.”

✗ Dancing Lessons
“Dean teaches his best friend Castiel how to dance, claiming that it’s because he needs his friend to score a date and go to prom, since it won’t be the same without him there. Little does Castiel know that Dean has a hidden agenda.”

✗ Just The Way You Are
“Castiel goes on a date, but the guy in question is a complete jerk to him. It messes with Cas’ self-esteem, but lucky for him he has his best friend Dean to remind him that he is perfect just the way he is.”

✗ Borrowing Sugar
“Castiel Novak has been pining over the beautiful boy next door for ages. One day his best friend Charlie has had enough of it, and tells him to man up and finally go talk to the guy. She makes Castiel use a very ancient trick to help him get closer to the boy of his dreams.”

Things that Surprised Me about Hockey

As promised, here is my post of things that surprised me when I went from zero to sixty in terms of hockey knowledge.

  1. Holy shit how does anybody ever score, ever? I used to wonder why hockey games are typically low-scoring. I do not wonder anymore. There’s no other major sport where the goal is so well-defended. In football and basketball (and baseball, if you think of it like that), there are defending players, but the goal itself is undefended. In soccer, there is a goalie, but the goal is way bigger than them. In hockey, the goal is a tiny 4 x 6 net defended by a large man wearing enormous pads who basically takes up all the space and spends his life practicing intercepting pucks. The current NHL average goalie save percentage is 91.4%. The current NHL leader is sitting on a 95% save percentage. If you score on him, you’re probably more lucky than good. Also, teams looooooove their goalies. That’s their boy. He’s the only one who’s out there the whole game (unless he gets hurt) and he’s the last line of defense. Immediately after the game is over, the whole team files by the goalie to give him a little pat or helmet bump. If the other team messes with the goalie, prepare for WRATH.
  2. There is no such thing as “sitting on the bench” like there is in other sports. Oh, there are guys on the bench, but they ain’t staying there. Cause you see, hockey players swap out all the freaking time. It’s insane. If you’re used to other sports, and you’re not paying attention to the players’ numbers, it’s easy to miss the fact that the guys on the ice change constantly. Hockey is so strenuous that you can’t do it for full-on game speed for more than a couple of minutes at a time, a little more for defensemen. And they don’t stop play to make substitutions! They just sort of fling themselves over the boards and switch out while the puck is in play. I have not yet stopped being impressed by this. A team typically has four sets of forwards (they go out in “lines” of three, a center and two wingers) and three sets of defenseman pairs. Usually the only guy out there the whole time is the goalie. Most of the time, all 12 of the forwards are going to get comparable amounts of ice time, especially in teams that have lots of deep bench strength. If the game is a blowout, the winning coach may choose to rest his top two lines (usually his best players) and give the lower-tier guys more ice time.
  3. There are eight million awards in hockey. There are like dozens of variations on “The [Somebody’s Name] Trophy” or “The [Somebody’s Name] Award.” They’re all for specific stuff. There’s one for the top-scoring player, one for the goalies, one for the playoff MVP, one for the best overall player voted by the players…it’s kind of intimidating. They have an awards show and everything. Like the Oscars.
  4. Hockey rosters are not big. I was used to teams of 60-70 dudes in football. Hockey teams typically have 23ish guys on the roster, but by rules can only “dress” 20 guys per game (as in, get them in gear and ready to play). That’s four lines of forwards, three D-man pairs and two goalies. That’s not a lot of dudes.
  5. Fifty percent of the players in the NHL are Canadian. I mean, I knew there were a lot of Canadians but I didn’t know it was THAT many. Only one-quarter are American. The other quarter are mostly Russian, Swedish, Finnish and Czech players.
  6. There are more hockey teams than I thought there were. Currently 30, although it’s soon to be 31 with the new Las Vegas expansion team. Seven of those teams are in Canada.
  7. The NHL All-Star Game is not just a game, it’s a whole days-long extravaganza. The players don’t just play a game. They also engage in the Skills Competition, which is like a fancy pro-athlete game show and it’s amazing. The two team captains select players to compete in stuff like Fastest Skater, Hardest Shot (that’s hardest as in force, not hardest as in most difficult), shootout, and accuracy. There’s also an anything-goes breakaway competition that’s purely judged on fan votes, so the players can do whatever they want - wear costumes, do fancy trick puck shots. There’s lot of stuff from the skills competition on YouTube, it’s fun.
  8. Hockey is grueling. There are 82 games in the regular season. That’s a lot considering how physically demanding the game is and how much of a pounding these guys give each other (checking is harsh, even without a fight breaking out). Sometimes they have to play two days in a row. I don’t even know, man.
  9. All these players know each other. I mean, I know that’s true in many pro sports, but it just seems more true in hockey. The hockey world is small, and everybody played together either in the junior leagues, the minors, the Olympics or Worlds, or on various teams.
  10. Being a captain actually means something. When you start learning about hockey teams and players, within 0.5 seconds you’ll start knowing who the team captains and alternates are. The captain is the only player who’s empowered to discuss rulings on the ice with the officials. A good captain is equal parts leader, cheerleader, counselor, and on-ice coach.
  11. Hockey is invisible. There are not a lot of players in hockey who break out into fame just in the general sports world, and even fewer who get name-recognition in general pop culture. Wayne Gretzky is probably the last one, Mario Lemieux, perhaps, and Sidney Crosby definitely has it in the sports world but even he’s not general pop-culture famous (except in Pittsburgh and Canada). That’s…kinda fun, in a way. Like being part of a little secret club who know who Alexander Ovechkin is.

Anyway, that’s all I got for now. Shoot me a message if you have Hockey Questions. I get intense when I pick up a new interest.

anonymous asked:

Jeffrey Hirsch who works for Starz was the one to first circulate that fake Hollywood sham article on his twitter.


Also, did he attend the party since he retweeted this? I’d say no since they have the wrong woman in the photo with Sam.

But then he also tweeted about Cait’s award. Score one for this guy vs. Outlander_Starz. 

And here’s another little gem he retweeted. 

reioka  asked:

You know what that last one was really sad so here: Tony is a champion equestrian. Steve is totally uninterested in horses but Peggy, who loves dressage, drags him to events because he lost a bet one time and she continues to hold it over him gleefully. Tony sees this adorable, tiny blond and mistakes him for a jockey and starts talking horses with him. Steve LIES THROUGH HIS TEETH because Tony is also adorable. Tony is even more adorable when he realizes his mistake and blushes and apologizes.

Listen, give me Peggy Carter on a horse. Oh my god, the very thought. I’m weak in the knees. For that matter, Haley Atwell on a horse. Jeezums, be still my beating heart.

On to the AU!

Tony would totally be a great equestrian. It fits his background so well, such a prim and proper thing for the son of a rich business empire. I picture him riding English style, but having always secretly envied Western style riders because there’s something about cowboys that makes him a little hot and bothered. Can you imagine him in those riding pants? Tony’s perfect bubble butt and the pants.

And he’s damn good at riding, too. He’s small enough, but strong enough, and he loves his horse. He loves tech, but he also spends his off days designing riding equipment and he’s in the stables every day to ride and care for Excelsior, his chestnut gelding.

And then there’s city boy Steve who thinks that the only place horses ought to be is far away from him, but he loves Peggy, even if it didn’t work out between them romantically, and he’ll literally bend over backwards for her. So he puts up with her “dumb overgrown carrot-eating dogs” because she begs him to come and see her perform, and then he sees this amazing guy and his horse jumping the fences and something in him just lurches and he’s not the only one.

Once Tony clears the end of the track and is waiting for his scoring announcement, he notices a little guy standing off to the side with Peggy Carter. His first thought is “new competition” and his second thought is “yes please.” He dismounts and trots Excelsior over because he’s gonna make a good impression on this amazing little jockey and clearly he is because jockey looks like he’s about to swallow his tongue.

“You here with Peggy? You in one of the events?”

“I, uh, yeah. Yeah. Yes I am. I am in an event.”

And Peggy, who’s just walked up behind him, grins and knows she’s going to have fun. “Tony, lovely to see you. This is my friend Steve. He loves horses and racing.”

“Oh? Nice to meet you, Steve. What event are you entered in?”

“I’m…I’m in a horse event. With horses.”

“He runs the barrels,” Peggy supplies and Steve resists the urge to turn and give her a look because what the hell does that even mean?

“Yep,” he says instead. “Barrels.”

“Ooh, a Western rider,” Tony says, and he has a niggling suspicion, but Peggy looks like the cat who got the canary and Steve is clearly trying hard, so he goes with it a little while longer. “I’d love to meet your horse.”

“Right. My horse. My horse who is named…uh, Rembrandt.”

“Like the toothpaste?”

“Like the artist.”

“So can I meet him?”

“Sure he’s…he’s right over there.” Steve gestures at a horse about twenty feet away hitched to the fence, and Tony resists the urge to giggle, because that horse is done up in an English saddle, and is a mare, and he knows her, because she belongs to Carol Danvers. But he nods and turns back to Steve with the biggest eyes.

“Will you show me her?”

And Steve is doomed, because he’s gonna do it. He’s gonna pretend this dumb overgrown carrot-eating dog is his and he’s gonna try and act like he loves it all so he can impress Tony. So he leads Tony and Excelsior over and starts attempting to pet Marvel, which goes about as well as Tony expected, given that Marvel is notoriously mischievous. She’s got Steve’s hair in her mouth in two seconds flat and in no time, Steve’s sporting a horse-slobber hairdo.

It only gets better when Carol shows up and says, “Tony? Why is this man molesting my horse?”

Tony can’t keep it together at this point anymore and he bursts out laughing and Steve is mortified.

“You were so cute, though, trying to look like you knew what you were talking about. Do you even know the difference between English and Western riding?”

“…The hats?”

Tony snorts and mumbles, “I guess you’re not wrong,” and then he says, “You wanna try riding Excelsior? I’ll lead you around a little.”

And Steve steels himself, because for this amazing guy named Tony, apparently he’s going to ride a dumb overgrown carrot-eating dog.

When We Get Home

Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x reader
Word Count: 2,146ish
T/W: Smut!
A/N: For Anon’s request: “Herc and the reader are dating and they go out for dinner with the guys (Laf, John and Alex) but Herc wanted to cancel because he wanted to get busy*wink wonk* with the reader but the reader is like ‘After Dinner.’ but during dinner Herc keeps touching, groping and squeezing the reader till she had enough and said they had to go and when get home they get BUSY!”
This Anon is adorable, I can’t get over *wink wonk.*  I shall call you squishy and you shall be my squishy! Ignore my Finding Nemo reference. Anyways here we go! Side note: I picture Herc as a sports guy, just me?

“Guess who’s home!!” Herc called into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. 

“You are,” you sang back at him walking over to give him a hug, “which is perfect, because I thought I was gonna have to pick you up from work on the way-“ 

“On the way?” Herc questioned. 

“Yeah, babe, it’s Monday, you told the boys we’d meet them at the bar to watch the game,” you explained, “come on we can talk while we get ready!“ 

You waved at him to follow you, and he did. He watched you slip your robe off, revealing your underwear clad body to him. You causally asked how his day was while you buttoned up a form fitted jersey for the team you were all going to be cheering for. It hugged every curve of your chest and torso perfectly. Herc answered in short sentences while he watched you get ready, all he had to do was change his shirt to a jersey and he was ready. 

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She Used To Be My Baby Sitter (Hiro Hamada x (*Slightly Older* Reader) (Request)

Gif Not Mine

Anonymous: could you do another hiro x reader sometime?

Word count: 5,589

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The Dog from the Beach

Genre: Fluff!

Rating: Everyone

Paring: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: 1k

Request:  Hello, I have a request 😊 The reader sitting on the beach and then Chris and her meet because Dodger stumbled upon her while the reader is eating something. Dodger just sits there waiting for the reader to give him some. She pets him and then Chris comes to get his dog. They start talking and it’s fun. Hope you want to do this. 😊

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! i really likes writing this one, so i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it:)

It was a beautiful sunny day in Boston, so you decided today would be a perfect day to take a trip to the beach. You were on vacation, and you were taking all the advantages you could get. You packed the usual things you would bring to the beach. A book to read,Sunglasses, Sunscreen, towels and of course some things to snack on and drink. You put on your favorite black bikini, and slipped on a cover up. You picked up your bag in one hand, and your phone and keys in the other, locking your door on the way out. you stepped out of your apartment and let the heat hit you. it was hotter then you expected, but you were ok with that. You walked towards your car, and started it up. The roads were busy, and the traffic felt like it was miles long. You eventually arrived at the busy, and it wasn’t as busy as you thought it would be. You chose a spot not to close to the water, and laid down your towel on the ground. You pulled out the sunscreen and put some on, so you don’t regret it later. You took out your sunglasses and your pair of headphones you always kept in your purse out, and plugged them in and put on your favorite song at the moment, Sign of the Times by Harry Styles. You closed your eyes and soaked in the blazing sun on your skin.

About and hour later you decided it was time to have a snack, before you got back to your leisurely activity’s. You pulled out a bag of chips you got yourself as a treat. You pulled out both headphones and set them down beside you. You ripped open the bag of chips, setting the down on the other side of you, sitting up on your towel, enjoying the view of the beach. A couple minutes later, you looked over and saw a very cute dog trotting over towards you. Hey came over and sniffed you, and nudged you with his nose, making you laugh. “Hey Pup, who do you belong to?” You said looking at his name tag, the read Dodger across the front, and his owners information on the back. “Well hello Dodger” You said, scratching him on the head. He sat beside you on the sand, stating at you. His eyes shifted to the bag of chips you were eating, the back up to you. “Ohhh that’s what’s you’re looking for hey boy” you said, him barking at you, making you laugh once again. “Sorry bud, I can’t give you one. I don’t know if your owner would like that” you said looking at the dog, who was still sitting beside you, patiently. You gave him another scratch on the head, and just looked at him. He was a pretty cute dog. You never owned a dog, but you have always wanted one. After meeting how sweet this pup was, you started considering if you should get one or not. In the middle of your thoughts, you heard a man yelling the dogs name. You looked up, and at the same time, he noticed the pup sitting next to you, still waiting for a chip. “Dodger, come her” said the man, now walking toward you, and he dog still not budging at all. “Hi, sorry about my dog” he said to you, before clipping the dog back onto the leash he had in his hand. “Oh no, don’t worry about it at all! He came over to me looking to see if I would be willing to share my snack with him” You said laughing, as you stood up wiping the sand of the back of your leg. “Of course he came over to the person with food” said the man, giving the dog a pat on the head. “I’m Chris by the way” he said, reaching out his hand to shake yours. “Nice to meet you Chris, I’m Y/N” you said back to him, accepting his handshake. “You’ve got a pretty nice dog” you said looking down at the dog, who was now focused on some birds behind you. “Thanks! Yeah, I really scored when I got this guy. He was a rescue, so I wasn’t sure how he was going to turn out, but he ended up being this really sweet pup” he said, looking at the dog, laughing at him as he started at the birds intensely. “Do you have any pets?” He said to you. “Nah, but I really want a dog. I have wanted one since I was a little girl, but couldn’t have one due to my brothers allergies” You said. “and when I met this pup today, It made me want a puppy of my own even more, so I can picture myself going to the store some time this week” You said, a smile spreading across your face. “Well Y/N, I should leave you to it, it was nice meeting you” he said, smiling. “It was nice meeting you to, and your dog” you said, returning the smile. He started to turn his back, and you started to sit back on the towel, before he spoke up again. “Hey Y/N, I was actually wondering of you would like to meet up again? Like maybe grab a coffee sometime when your free?” He said, running his hand across the back of his head. “That sounds great!” You said, passing his your phone to put your number in. He typed it in and passed it back to you, laughing when you saw he titled it the cute dog from the beach. “Does Friday work for you?” He asked, reaching for his phone in his pocket. “Sound good to me” You said. “Perfect. Well I’ll talk to you soon then, Y/N” he said, with a nod of his head. “See you soon to, Chris” you said, returning to your towel as he walked away, the dog trotting away behind him. We’re you ever happy you chose today to come to the beach.

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Auston Matthews- Years Passed

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

Anon: Can I request an Auston Matthews imagine where he meets his ex/love of his life (reader) from high school several years later and finds out he has a kid?? (Also smut maybe?) thanks!!

You Have no idea how happy I was when I saw this! And I don’t know why but i love this idea a lot so I hope this is what you wanted! I don’t write Smut I’m not comfortable writing it so there’s not any sorry about that.

Y/N smiled as she washed the last of the dishes from lunch with her four year old son Asher. She looked to him as he watched the hockey highlights from last night. When they switched to the Leafs Y/n smile disappeared he had no idea about his own son. She always wondered not telling him was the  best idea. As Asher’s father he had the right to know him and be in his life but she brushed the thought out of her head. He was away playing hockey when she found out she didn’t want him to worry about anything. So she moved out and to Alberta where a couple friends where.


Y/N looked to her son and met his eyes that he got from his father

“Yes buddy what’s up?”

“Can we go to an Oilers game some time?”

Y/N sent her little boy a smile he had been asking to go see an NHl game for the longest time. But she never really had the money to do but she had been trying to save money.

“Maybe soon buddy.”

he sighed “Okay.”

Later on in the day as Y/N was at the park with her son a some friends the talk of hockey came up.

“So Richard taking Liam to a Oilers Leaf game.”

“that sounds like fun, I know Asher’s been bugging me for months to go see a game.”

“Well I can’t go and neither can Liam friend why don’t you two join them, I know Liam would love to have a friend and Richard would like another adult to talk too and plus you know more hockey than any of us here!”

“No Molly I can’t I don’t know.”

“Come on you said Ash wanted to go this is your chance to take him.”


“No but’s i just texted Richard so he knows it’s this Sunday night my two boys will pick you up and drop you off.”

Y/N smiled at her friend who gave her smile back Y/N looked to her little boy as he sat on the swing set’s with his friends. After finishing up at the park and in the car Y/N told Asher’s about the game.

“So Buddy you know how you wanted to go see a Oilers game?”

“Yeah! I want to go see Connor Mcdavid!”

“well Liam and mr. Andrews have invited us to go to a game this Sunday.”


Y/N laughed before nodding making Asher throw his arms up in the air and start talking about how he was going to see his favorite player. The whole car ride was him going on and on about hockey and the game not that Y/N minded. That night after she finally got asher’s to bed she sat in her own bed on her laptop. When she got a message on facebook she opened it and was surprised to see it was Auston Asher’s father.

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RFA + V and Saeran: Pillow Forts!

I accidentally posted just the ask with nothing attached and had to delete that and oh my god why am I this way. BUT, thank you very much to the anon who requested this! It wasn’t too specific at all, lovely!! I hope I remembered everyone and didn’t leave anything out of the request..Please tell me if I did and I’ll fix it straight away! Thank you for all your encouragement, it makes me feel a lot less scared about everything!! So many nice people..

Head-canons below the cut! As it’s a long post! *Apologies if there are any typos!!!*

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Best Friend’s Boyfriend - Chapter One

She was a girl, with a best friend. A friend she thought she’d never betray, and a friend she never thought would never betray her. But what happens when one induces to much alcohol during a night of fun, and ends the night with a large, guilt-ridden secret.


“So, this guy that you’re going on date with, you’ve never met?” you questioned, looking up at your friend while your stirred the sugar into your tea, and she shook her head. “And you’ve never spoke…” you continued. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “You’re making it seem like I’m going to go on a date with an ax-murderer or something. I’m going out with him because a mutual friend of ours decided to set us up. He said that he’s been looking for someone to mingle with, and figured that maybe me and him would have a good shot together” she shrugged, going over to the cabinet and grabbing herself a mug to make her a mug of her own tea. 

“Well, do you at least know anything about him?” you asked her. “Nope, nothing at all. Jeff said that everything was to be found out when we meet each other for the first time, which should be tomorrow. We were suppose to have the date today, but something popped up, so he said we’d have to reschedule.” You furrowed your brow, slyly nodding, not really sure as to how you felt about this whole situation. 

“You don’t look so…what’s the word, pleased? With my answer?” she chuckled lowly. “No, it’s not that! I’m glad you’re putting yourself out there again, it’s great. But, I just know from past experience, blind dates don’t typically end well…especially when you don’t know anything about the person, but it’s all on you girl, and I hope it’ll turn out better than any of my blind dates did.”

Olivia, she was your best friend. You had known each other since you could remember. You’d met on the playground during recess time in primary school. You had remembered that she was sat alone on the swings, looking as if she were upset, so you urged her to come draw on the concrete with you with chalk, and ever since then, you two were irreplaceable. You always went over to each others homes, always gossiped about anything and everything the two of you could grab onto. 

It wasn’t until you and Olivia hit Secondary school, that something caused your friendship to go rocky, but that’s a story for another time…

She was there for you during the hardest time of your life, when you had lost both your parents. 

Your parents had been on their annual date night, you were only 16, at the time, you and Olivia had taken a break with your friendship due to what you thought, would make the two of you never talk again. 

But once the situation was brought up that you had lost your parents due to an accident, a drunk driver ramming into them in a four way intersection, when he didn’t have right of way. Olivia’s mom, Agatha, took you in, and treated you as if you were her own daughter for the time being, which ended up bringing you and Olivia back together to being the best friends you always were.

“Are you excited? Your first interaction with a possible man ever since-” she stopped, when you looked up at her with a scowl. “You act like I stay home, and cut out all my interactions out with men ever since me and you know who broke up” you told her, looking back into your closet, looking for your pair of shoes. “Well, it’s true! Talking to your male co-workers at work doesn’t count! I’m saying this is the first time you’ve managed to actually get out of bed, and voluntarily make your way out for the night” she told you, quickly adding “and I’m really hoping you end up not coming home” she winked, and you turned around with wide eyes. “Olivia!” you squeaked as she cackled away on your bed. 

“What? If you don’t come home tonight, that’s when I know I did my job correctly” she teased as you poked your tongue out at her. 

“Well, leave the door unlocked, because I plan to come home tonight in one piece, by midnight.”

But oh, how did your plans not work out.

Stepping out the taxi, you handed the driver the fare plus a small tip and stepping out onto the concrete, the wind picking up a bit as your adjusted the hem of your dress. (xxx)

Stepping inside to the club, you automatically cringed at how loud the music was blasting, and how close everybody was, plastered among one another, some grinding against each other, some dancing alone, but seeming as they didn’t mind, some making out on the couches, while others didn’t even waste their time, and did it against the bar.

You sighed, squeezing yourself between the hot and sweaty bodies on the dance floor, making your way to the bar, in hopes that no one would bother you on your way to get a drink.

You weren’t willing to talk to anyone until you were at least a couple drinks in, because this was what you needed, as much as you didn’t want to agree with Olivia, she was right. 

You needed this night out, regardless if you wanted to admit it or not.

“Anything I can get for you? You look like you could use something heavy” the bartender joked, leaning forward getting a good look at you through the dim lighting of the bar.

“Is that so? Alright, hand it to me, because you’re quite correct. Give me what you’ve got” you hollered, waving your hands as if you were gesturing to keep the drinks coming.

You were about 3 Vodka Tonics in when you spotted a group of men, pointing to you, and it seemed as if they were whispering at the same time. You furrowed your brow, keeping your eye on them for a moment, but when they noticed that you’d seen them staring, they quickly cleared their throats and turned around, going back to whatever they were going on about. 

“Well you might as well say something to that girl, because you’re about to drool down your chin, mate” Nick chuckled, shaking his head and Harry quickly took the back of his hand, wiping at his chin and groaning when he realized that Nick was only being sarcastic. 

“Shut up, mate” he grumbled. “I said I was done with this childish stuff, I’m not going to just sleep with another girl, and then never speak to her again. I’m not like that anymore” he grumbled, but who was he kidding.

Seeing you, a few feet away from his table, sipping on your drinks alone, chatting away to the bartender, he couldn’t help but think what it’d be like with you. What it’d feel like to have your hand in his, your lips against his, your body against his

He couldn’t help but think what your plump lips could do around him, and he amazing it must feel.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head, when he noticed you staring at him while the boys were whispering and pointing and he quickly turned around. 

“Think she saw you drooling, mate” Niall chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. “Oh shut up. I don’t think so” Harry slurred, taking another sip of his drink, as Niall’s eyes went wide. 

“Okay, yeah. She definitely saw you staring” Niall chuckled, chin going down to his chest as he tried not to look at Harry, as he chuckled quietly to himself.

“What makes you say that?” Harry questioned, brows furrowed. 

“Because she’s making her way over to you, right now” he uttered beneath his breath as he walked away quickly along with the other boys. 

He turned, eyes wide as he was faced with you in front of him. 

“Want to dance?” you slurred, taking your hand out and offering it to him. 

He bit his lip, turning his head to see all the guys with smirks plastered on their faces seeing what his next move would be and he groaned, not in a bad way, but a groan in where he knew he was going to regret this, because you were irresistible. 

It was all hazy, you didn’t even realize who you were pressed against, who’s hands were on your hips, and who’s lips were grazing your ear.

But you didn’t care. 

You were enjoying it, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so carefree, like you had now, and there was nothing stopping you with what you were about to do next.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you slurred, hazy eyes looking into his as he bit his lip and nodded. “Let me just get my jacket-” “Forget your jacket” you interrupted, whispering seductively into his ear. “Your googly eyed friends can get your jacket for you, but right now, all I want, is to get in bed with you, and take your breath away. Does that sound okay?” you smirked, biting at his earlobe as he gulped and nodded.

Taking his hand, your squeezed your way through the crowd of clamored people and making your way outside, letting out a breath of relief due to the fresh city air. 

“Do you have a car?” you slurred, leaning against him and he nodded. “Don’t have my own car, but I have a car with a driver” he replied hazily, before leading you over to the black SUV and opening the door for you as you crawled in, him after you.

“You have your own driver?” you slurred. “Are you famous or something?” you giggled, straddling his hips as he chuckled lowly. “Something like that” he mumbled, before you pressed your lips to his, hips grinding into his as he groaned.

“Mm, gonna have to slow down, baby, because if you’re gonna keep drivin’ me crazy like that, gonna have to fuck you in the car” he slurred, eyes going dark as you bit your lip. “I wouldn’t object to that” you giggled, puling his lips into another kiss, and you bit down on his lower lip and he groaned.

He definitely wasn’t going to regret tonight.

“Mm, you know how to drive a girl crazy” you giggled, goosebumps lining your skin as he played with the strap of your dress, while splaying wet kisses all over your neck.

“Well you sure know how to drive a man crazy, going out like this? Fuck, you did it on purpose, knowing you’d score at least one guy, hmm?” he growled, biting down on the skin of your shoulder, as you hissed in pleasure, and nodded. 

He unzipped your dress, pulling it down, as you helped him with a little shimmy as he rolled his bottom lip in between his teeth. 

“Well god damn, you looked good in that dress, but you look so much better without it” he moaned, pressing you against the bed and pressing his lips to yours. “I’m gonna make sure you never forget this night” he breathed against your lips. “You’re gonna feel like I’m in between your legs for the next week” he growled huskily, pulling your panties to the side as your breath hitched. 

“Holy shit” he breathed, licking his lips as he slowly made his way in between your legs and you squeaked. He splayed kisses along your inner thighs, causing your legs to buckle around his head but his two large hands kept your legs apart and you bit your lip, knowing that what was about to come next, was going to be incredible.

Without notice, you felt his lips against your sensitive core, tongue lapping in a figure eight motion, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pure ecstasy. 

“Holy hell” you breathed, twining your fingers in between his short locks and squeezing your eyes shut as he moaned into your center and your toes curled. “Fuck, I don’t think I can hold it any longer” you squealed, legs buckling around him, but this time, he didn’t spread your legs farther apart, but he just dove into your center even more, giving you a wave of pleasure you didn’t think you could ever feel. 

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you squealed, a small yelp escaping your lips, fingers tightly knotted into his locks as your breathing began to slow down. 

Oh my god” you breathed out, a small giggle following along as he made his way out from in between your legs, bulge prominent in his tight boxers as he pressed his lips to yours. 

“Just so you could get a little taste, of what I thought, was fucking delicious” he smirked, licking his lips before splaying kisses down your neck and to your chest. 

“Mm, lemme make you feel good” you murmured, pushing him down on the bed, you switching positions with him, him on the bottom, you on the top. 

“Can’t give you all the credit of making only me feel good, can I?” you smirked, and he chuckled, biting down on his lip as he swooped his hand behind your neck and brought your lips down to his, grinding his hips up in need of any friction he could possibly get. 

Pulling away, you licked your lips, pushing yourself back a bit so your face was aligned with right where he nodded you most. You traced your finger over his prominent bulge as he hissed and shut his eyes tightly. 

“Come on, don’t be a tease” he uttered between his teeth and you smirked. 

Slowly, you pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard length, pulsing red and throbbing, tip leaking of pre-cum as you swiped your finger over it and popping your finger into your mouth before closing your eyes and getting a taste of him, and letting out a small moan of pleasure. 

“You’re killing me, baby. Come on” he begged. You smirked, looking up at him from your lashes, before popping him into your mouth, and he let out a puff of a breath you thought he was holding in and you smirked to yourself, knowing that what you were doing, was clearly working. 

“Fuck, that feels good. So good” he panted, pulling his fingers into your hair and sweeping your hair to one side. You bobbed your head up and down, letting your hand do the rest of the work in the parts you couldn’t reach. You popped him out of your mouth, looking up at him as he released a soft whine before you stroked your tongue against the one vein that was prominently popping out and he groaned. 

Oh fuck” he breathed, breath hitching as you fondled his balls in your mouth and he clutched onto the sheets. “Fuck, you keep doing that, and I’m not goin’ to be able to hold on much longer” he squeaked and you giggled. 

“Screw it, come here” he breathed, sitting up and pulling you up onto him as he pressed his lips to yours. 

“Wait, I need a condom” he whispered, pulling away as he leaned towards the drawer but you stopped him. 

“I’m on the pill, it’s okay” you whispered, and he looked up at you, as if he was trying to make sure you were really okay with him going bare and you nodded with a smile, pressing your lips to his, grinding your hips down onto his, driving him crazy. 

“Ride me” he panted. “Please, ride me. I need you” he pleaded, eyes wide as he looked up at your with his chest rising up and down, needing you on him, and knowing he wasn’t going to hold it much longer, if you didn’t make a move. 

“Whatever you say” you slurred, adjusting yourself where he needed you, and quite frankly where you needed him, and slowly sinking your way down on him and he shuttered out a breath, as you bit your lip and closed your eyes. 

Fuck, you’re big” you squeaked, releasing a small smile out of him as he placed his hands on your hips to guide you. 

“That’s right, just like that” he groaned, guiding your hips up and down, as you moaned out in ecstasy.

Damn did this feel good.

You cracked an eye open, mind fuzzy and head spinning. You groaned, covering your eyes due to the light that was shining into your room as you whimpered. Sitting up, regrettably, you opened your eyes and you stilled.

This wasn’t your room.

Your eyes went wide, scanning the room. 

That dresser wasn’t yours.

Those curtains weren’t yours.

That open closet, for sure wasn’t yours.

These sheets we definitely not yours.

Closing your eyes, you bit your lip, hoping there was no one beside you, but looking over to your left, an audible gasp left your lips, seeing a man beside you, but it wasn’t just any man, he was a man that you’d seen almost everywhere. The man that any girl would fawn over. The man that was well known all around the world, for his charm, for his talent, and for the kind heart he apparently had. 

Harry Styles.

You tried scrambling through what happen last night, and how you ended up here, hoping that maybe this was just a misunderstanding. Maybe somehow you met him last night and he just took you to his place because you were dead beat drunk, but taking a peek under the sheet, seeing his naked body, and yours, you knew that you two definitely had sex last night.

A frantic whimper escaped your lips as you scrambled out the bed, in search of your dress that was in a puddle at the other end of the room as you quickly pulled it up your body, slipping your shoes on clumsily, hoping that he wouldn’t awake, quickly grabbing your bag and making a run for it out his door, humiliation set in the depth of your gut.

He awoke, turning on his side, hoping to wrap his arm around the woman he thought he was beside until he hand landed on an empty and cold side of the bed. 

He snapped his head up, a bit to quickly if he was honest as his hazy room coasting the bedroom and realized all your belonging were gone, along with you.

You arrived into your apartment, closing the door behind you as you let out a breath of relief, eyes closed, as you tried to scramble as to what the hell happen last night. 

“Well, looks like my wish came true” you heard Olivia’s voice holler out as she made her way out her room, with a giggle as you jumped, placing a hand to your chest. 

“Looks like you had quite the night last night” she cackled, coming over to you and putting your shoes onto the rack. 

“Enjoy yourself?” she smirked, heading out the kitchen and handing you a cool water bottle in which you quickly thanked her for before you took a chug. 

“Don’t wanna talk about it” you uttered, walking past her and towards your room and she quickly followed. 

“Was it that bad?” she cringed, as she followed you into your room. “Or was it so good that you’re just not ready to spill the gory details!” she giggled, clapping her hands as you rolled your eyes. 

“Alright, enough about my night, isn’t your new boyfriend…or date coming today?” you questioned, slipping off your dress, swiping off your makeup from last night and throwing your hair up into a bun. 

“Not my boyfriend, yet” she giggled. “But hopefully soon enough” she smiled. “But yes, he should be coming by any time soon! We’re going out for a nice lunch apparently, and I was just suppose to meet him there, but Jeff said he insisted on letting him pick me up, because he claims he’s a gentleman so, we’ll see how that goes” she giggled, looking down at you as you nodded with a gentle smile. 

“Well hopefully, all goes well.” you replied. 

There was a ring to the doorbell of your apartment, figuring it was only Olivia’s date, you decided to stay in your room, scrolling through your phone as you heard Olivia open the door and a small gasp escaped her lips.

You heard muffled voices on the other side of your doors, an exchange of hello’s and an exchange of names because you heard Olivia say her name, but you didn’t hear the man say his, because the sound was muffled due to your neighbor vacuuming upstairs. 

“Babes, come here! I want you to meet my date!” you heard Olivia holler from the other end of the door as you heard her apologize to her date with a small giggle.

You sighed, getting out of your bed, adjusting the hoodie that you were in, opening your door and heading down the hall.

You made your way into the living room, stopping when you heard a familiar chuckle as you looked up, and in that moment, your heart stilled.

With wide eyes, and a hitched breath, you looked over to the man standing beside Olivia, as he had the same expression of shock written across his face. 

“Harry” you squeaked astonishingly. 


Ah here we have it, the first chapter to a new chaptered story I like to call ‘Best Friends Boyfriend’! I have so many ideas for this story, I can’t wait to get it out there! I really hope you all enjoyed, and please please please let me know on what you thought of the first chapter, I appreciate your feedback tremendously. I’ll see if I continue the story with the feedback that I get, but I’m extremely excited to write out this story! Have a wonderful night! :)

More Than That (Pt. 4) (End)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

[Warning]: a little bit more of intended “sexy time” but it’s towards the end…

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A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series! There might be a bit of breaking hearts in the beginning of this part and towards the end. Sorry guys! 

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You were sitting at your desk, typing away at your computer when the mail deliverer came by and handed you the envelope. You looked at it curiously, not seeing a return address and not recognizing the handwriting on it right away.

“Excuse me,” you quietly asked the man that handed it to you before he walked away. “But who is this from? There’s no address label on it.”

“I don’t know. The lady at the front told me to give it to you. She told me that the guy who handed it to her said to tell you it was from “your hero” and that you would know who it was.” He shrugged and turned around to continue pushing the mail cart down the isle.

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