“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)
Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.
(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.)
It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.
And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.
(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)
The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.
Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.
Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.
Lucky for him, one copy is enough.
Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.
For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.
Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.
Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.
Summary: Y/N is one of Harry’s friend’s roommates, Harry and her become friends and Harry falls for her.
A/N:Thank you to @iyanu-eniyan who requested this! I’m so sorry this took too long to post! (AH this gif is from in the old curly hair Harry days, my emotions)
The Roommate Part 1 (Harry Styles Series)
“So, the kitchen is here, the bathroom’s here, and your bedroom’s here.” Your new roommate Noah says showing you around your new home.
“Thank you.” You say carrying your bags into your bedroom. “Thank you for letting me stay here for the semester. I did not want to live in a dorm again. I did that for four years already.” You say laughing.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to live on campus, during graduate school. Also, now that you are in medical school, you are going to want to be focused.” Noah advises.
“Yup, that’s exactly why I’m here. Thank you again.” You say smiling.
“Now, that I’ve talked your ear off enough, I’ll let you unpack.” He says walking out of your room.
But before you could even open up your suitcase, Noah knocks on your door, which makes you laugh as he apologizes say, “I know that I said I was going to leave, but I just wanted to tell you that a few friends of mine will be coming over tonight. If we get too loud, just tell me, and we can go out somewhere.”
“Thank you for telling me, but I’m sure you guys will be fine. I mean, I grew up in New York City, if your noise bothers me, then you guys are really loud.” You joke.
“Okay, now I will leave you alone.” Noah says, closing the door behind him.
You shake your head, and laugh lightly to yourself at your new roommate dorkiness. After about a half an hour of unpacking, you lay down on your bed and just take a deep breath out, grab your phone and call your friend.
“Hey babe.” She says immediately when she answers, “How’s the new apartment?”
“It’s awesome, Noah is an absolute sweetheart also. I think you two would be good together.” You say wiggling your eyebrows, even though she can’t see you.
“Well, I’d love to come visit, but you are never not studying. But, wait, that would actually work, you can study and I’ll be with your roommate.” She says laughing, obviously joking around.
“I miss you though. It’s going to be weird coming home and you’re not here. Who am I supposed to come and rant to about how awful a date was that night?” You ask.
“You can call me. But, hey! You have a male roommate now, so he must have some friends and at least one of them has to be hot and nice.”
“We’ll see. His friends are coming over tonight.” You say.
“You better take a peak and not stay in your room then.” She advises.
“I will, I will.”
“Okay, now you get your cute butt up and fix your hair and makeup cute and get yourself out there when his friend come over okay? And tell me how it goes.” She says.
“I will, I will.” You repeat, “Love you babe, and talk to you soon.”
“Love you too, and you know it.”
After you and your friend hang up, you slip under the covers and grab your book and begin to read. After about fifteen minutes, you hear the front door of the apartment open and guys come through and the close. You think about getting up, but you are so comfortable that you don’t want to leave your bed. You then close your eyes for only a few minutes, but then fall asleep. You didn’t you fell asleep until you jumped when you heard your door bang open.
“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” A tall brunette boy apologizes. “I did not mean to, uh, I thought this was the bathroom, but it’s obviously not. Also, I’m a little drunk, I’m sorry. Uh, I’ll leave you alone, have a good night.” He says awkwardly closing the door.
You are so tired that you’re not even mad and lay back down on your bed and fall right back to sleep. The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed, which is comforting to you as this is your new home and you slept well the first night. When you walk out into the kitchen, you see the boy who accidently walked into your room last night. He looks up and sees you and smiles shyly says,
“About last night, sorry again. I was drunk and couldn’t find the bathroom.”
“No, no, no, it’s fine. I’m new here, and I’m pretty sure sober I wouldn’t be able to find the bathroom.” You joke.
“Ah, yes, you’re the new roommate! Noah has told us about you, Y/N right?” He asks.
“Yup, that’s me.” You smile, walking over the fridge to grab milk for your cereal.
“I’m Harry.” He introduces himself, putting his hand out for you to shake.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Harry.” You smile, shaking his hand looking him in the eyes. Without even thinking you blurt out, “You have really green eyes.” After you say that, you face turns pink in embarrassment, and you ramble, “Oh my God, I don’t even know why I said that. I’m sorry.”
Harry chuckles at your embarrassment, and says, “It’s fine, I get that a lot about my eyes. Wait, I didn’t mean that in a cocky way, I mean, never mind.” Harry rambles looking down at the coffee he’s drinking.
“Well I see you two have finally met each other.” Noah says walking into kitchen.
“Or should I say, Harry you have finally met Y/N sober, and when you are not scaring her to death by barging into her room at 2am.” Noah jokes nudging into Harry.
“Again, I’m really sorry.” Harry says.
“Don’t worry about it, honestly.” You say, taking a bite of your cereal.
“Uh, so I’m going to head out. Thanks for the drinks last night, Noah, and letting me stay over.” Harry says getting up.
“Hey no problem man, see you tonight.” Noah says.
“Yeah tonight.” Harry says looking over at you. “I’m having a party at my place, and you’re more than welcome to come.”
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to go, or that you didn’t find Harry cute, but you say, “I still have a lot to do moving in here, if I’m free I’ll stop by.”
You see a flash of disappointment go across Harry’s face, which he tries to hide, but you saw it and it causes you to say, “Actually, I should be able to, I don’t have a lot of work left to do here.”
Harry smiles and you see a bit of excitement in his face that he quickly tries to hide, “Well, if you’re free, I’d love to have you over.” Harry says. Noah clears his throat jokingly, which causes Harry to say, “And you too Noah. I guess.” Harry jokes.
“Alright, well hopefully I’ll see you both tonight.” Harry saying walking out, not taking his eyes off you, but you just smile at him and go back to eating your cereal.
“You should go to the party. I can help you today with moving in, and tomorrow. It will help you meet new people. Especially Harry, he’s a really good guy. My advice to you with medical school, study but also live.” Noah advice walking into his room.
You think about what Noah says, and finish up your cereal, rinse off the bowl and spoon and put it into the dish washer. You back to your room, and pull out your favorite outfit, it’s the outfit that makes you feel the most beautiful, the most confident. You lay it out on your bed and send a picture to your friend without saying anything. She texts back immediately saying, “Tonight’s going to be a good night.”
You smile and chuckle lightly at the emojis that she puts after that, and you say to yourself,
A/N:This is going to be a series!!! I’m super excited!! I don’t know how long it’s going to be, let’s just see what happens. Thank you again to @iyanu-eniyan for the idea! Also good luck on your exams, you’re going to kill it!! Thank you to everyone that has followed me or read my stories, or anything, it means a lot. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and Happy Father’s Day to your families!!
“I kind of do my best to avoid using language that is specific to one particular group of people - so I don’t really like gendered insults, I don’t really like racialized language, I don’t really like ableist language.” - Nicole Stamp
Journalism imply that when writing articles, you’re supposed to be as objective as possible (except for reviews). Jeff Benjamin has not only been spreading misinformation, but he’s belittling major kpop acts such as BIGBANG, Wonder Girld and Girls’ Generation, making it seem like they had it easy just because they’re from the big 3. And he does it because he got personally offended when kpop fans joked about billboard, and continues to do this because certain fans are praising him and calling him daddy. What the fuck? Btw I’m not discrediting BTS here, they won the social media award, an award fcking created because of beliebers - an award won by Bieber the past like 6 years until this year, when BTS won and that’s amazing!!! I saw their thank you speech, I was genuinly happy for them as that was a major milestone for them and for kpop yes! However belittling the success senior kpop has, by stepping on the fact that they literally paved the way? Giving misinformation about kpop in general; Just because Jeff get off by the thought that a bunch of teens calls him daddy? I have no fucking respect for Jeff Benjamin.
Isaac. Reader doesn’t know about the supernatural until after he protects/saves
her from something bad. Reader: dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, introvert,
would never believe someone like Isaac would ever be interested in her. she has
a crush on him since they have some of the same classes, but they’re not even
really friends – @mylittlenarnia
(Y/N) sat by herself at a table
for two in the library, earbuds in and her nose in a book, as she tried to
catch up on some personal reading during her free period. She had been so busy
lately with schoolwork, extracurriculars, preparing for college applications
and the PSAT, that she hadn’t really had time to just sit and enjoy a good book
in a while. She was finally all caught
up, though, and had a bit of free time on her hands, and she couldn’t wait to
take advantage of it.
The movement of the table startled
her out of the fictional world that she was currently lost in. She looked up
only to be met with the most gorgeous blue eyes she’d ever seen, eyes that made
her heart flutter every time she got the chance to look into them. Isaac Lahey,
aka the boy she’s had a crush on since freshman year when Ms. Greene paired
them together for their science project. Unfortunately, that was as far as it went.
He went one way toward the lacrosse team and (Y/N) went another toward
perfecting her academics.
Isaac stared at her for a moment with
an arched eyebrow as if he was waiting on her to do something. She looked at
him confused until he pointed towards his ears, and she realized she still had
her earbuds in. (Y/N) promptly pulled them out and continued to look at him a
“Is there something you need?” She
asked, trying not to let her voice shake or crack with nerves.
It was the day before Halloween, it had been two weeks since you and Jungkook kissed and neither of you hadn’t spoken of it. It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to, you were just hoping that he would bring it up first. You had still been closer than ever though. Still tutoring as well, he was getting much better at forming sentences and focusing on main points but he had still spent more time than necessary at your house, not that you minded. You even had started to call him Kook again, which he loved…a little too much.
You hated that your mind would play against you though. Jungkook was a very big part of your brain lately. You hadn’t thought about a boy this much in a while, unless you count celebrity crushes. Speaking of which, anytime you would start to have a fantasy, (sexual or not) somehow in the end the person would become Jungkook. You had been thinking about Dylan O'Brien the other night, wanting to run away together and when you packed and ran outside, Jungkook was there waiting for you with this ‘hot rod.’
You and Yoongi had been spending a lot of time with Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. Yoongi had started to hangout with them even more on his own. You still did try and make him spend time with you, when you both weren’t doing other things.
Like now, it was Wednesday and Jungkook had just left a few hours ago, after staying for dinner. Your parents were in bed because they both and to fly out tomorrow, your dad had a case to try and your mom had a conference.
You walked up to your room where Yoongi was laying on your bed watching Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Yoongi loved Will Smith. You hopped on the bed falling on him and cuddling, you being the little spoon. He put his arm around you and said, “Once you start dating Jungkook we can’t do this.”
You turned your head to look at him, “What? Of course we can, you’re my best friend. I mean it’s not like we’re making out each other, you’re my family Yoongi. Plus, who says we’ll date?”
He smiled and then rolled his eyes, “Everyone, duh.”
“Yeah, whatever.” you answered and looked at the TV.
“People talk about it at school and shit you know.”
“Really?” you asked confused, turning back to him.
“Yeah, plus Jungkook never shuts the hell up about you.”
You tried to hide your blush but right then your phone started to ring. You picked it up seeing it was, Jimin. You smiled, you had become a lot closer to Jimin in the last couple of weeks. He was always with Yoongi so you were becoming more used to him. You answered, “Jimin! How are you bud?”
You could hear him giggle, “Y/Ny~” he sang. “I’m good. I was trying to get ahold of you and Yoongi. I tried calling him.”
“His phone died,” you answered.
“Sounds like him,” he retorted, but kept on. “I got our costumes for tomorrow, Ninja Turtles. You’ll be April O'Neil our trusty human sidekick.”
“Awe, we’re not going as The Spice Girls!” you whined, sarcastically.
He laughed and said, “Maybe if we’re all close for college. I call Sporty Spice!”
“Dammit, fine! I’ll be Ginger.”
“Ha ha, good.” He said.
“I’ll tell Yoongi and we can get ready at your house after school right?”
“Yes ma'am, I’ll see you at school.”
“Bye Jimin, goodnight.”
We both hung up and you turned to Yoongi. “You boys will be the ninja turtles and I’ll be April O’Neil for Halloween.”
“Awesome, that should be fun.” He yawned, “I’m too tired to move, I’m going to sleep in here.” You nodded moving to turn off the light and get under the blanket. “Also Y/N, you need to make a move on Jungkook.” Yoongi stated.
“No, I couldn’t, i’m chicken shit.” you turned off the lamp and left the TV on. You laid down, facing him.
“I believe in you, plus, when girls make a move it’s hot. You have to do it, Jungkook won’t expect it and you two can work this shit out.”
“We’ll see, night Yoongi.” you kissed his head and he yawned again, “Night, little lady.”
You and the boys were all at lunch, talking. They were talking about tonight and the costumes. “I’m Leonardo, with blade skills.” Jungkook said, flipping around an invisible sword, making weird faces.
Yoongi spoke up, “I call Raphael, I mean who else would be him really?” He took a bite of his sandwich. “Yeah, cool but rude.” Taehyung added with a laugh and Yoogi shot him an, “Exactly.”
“Good, I was going to call Donatello either way. Cantina Strike!” Jimin said, pretending to hit Yoongi.
“Well you are a nerd like him,” Jungkook giggled.
You spoke, “Yeah, you’re kind of a party pooper too.”
Jimin pouted, “Hey, Ms. O'Neil. You’re our human companion, you should be nice.”
You pinched his cheek and smiled, making him smile. “You know i’m kidding, you’re the sweetest person I know.”
You all went back to your food until Yoongi spoke, “So are we supposed to go to that girl’s party?”
“Yeah,” nodded Jungkook.
Right then Rebecca walked up to the part of the bleachers we sat on. “Jungkook, are you going to Chloe’s party tonight?”
Jimin rolled his eyes and you nudged him. “Yeah, we are.” Jungkook answered, not looking at her.
“Awesome, do you have a date?” she added, twirling her hair.
“Yeah, these guys.” Jungkook answered again, pointing to all of us. Taehyung and Yoongi busted out laughing until Rebecca shot them looks.
“Well maybe we can meet up,” she put on a fake smile.
“Maybe,” Jungkook said, mumbling, practically telling her the conversation was over.
“Great,” you heard her mumble as she walked away.
“Damn, I love your sassy side Jungkookie.” Taehyung whispered, as she walked off.
Jungkook chuckled, “I wish she’d take a hint.”
You all got up and threw your remaining lunch away. We all were going to our lockers. Once you and Jungkook got to yours and he spoke, “Sorry about Rebecca.”
“Why?” you got out your book and shut your locker, turning to him.
“Uh, I just - I know you don’t like her.” He answered, still getting his books out. He put his penguin lunch box in his backpack. You smiled, how did anyone think he was cool?
“You don’t like her either,” you retorted.
“Well, I wish she’d realize that.” He said closing his locker, walking you to class. You couldn’t stop smiling, especially, at the gesture. He also gave you a side hug and before he kept walking.
You were all at Jimin’s house, getting dressed and goofing around. Once it was time we all got into Jimin’s car, since it had the most room. We got to the party and mostly stuck together, yet you all weren’t really having much fun. The party was pretty boring, we had been there almost an hour. You were talking to Jimin and his friend Jackson, you could see Taehyung and Yoongi chatting up some girls dressed as the Powerpuff girls. You couldn’t spot Jungkook though, so you gave Jimin a look and he nodded. You guess he was getting to know you better than you thought.
You started walking around and spotted Jungkook almost instantly. He was up against the wall being cornered by Rebecca. You rolled your eyes and walked over to them, throwing her hand back. He better thank me for this.
“Jungkook, there you are. I thought you were getting me a drink?” Rebecca gave you a horrible look, still holding up the hand you threw back at her.
“Um, uh- I was trying.” He grinned.
“You better try harder,” you smirked. You took his hand and you both hustled away, laughing.
You both ended up going outside, trying to hide your giggles. “God Y/N, thank you, she had me pinned against that wall for three minutes. It felt like three hours, it was awful. She was telling me all these things she wanted to do to me. I just,” he shivered and you giggled at him. He was so adorable, especially in that Ninja Turtle outfit. He looked like a 6ft 12 year old and you just wanted him to be yours. You had Yoongi’s voice in the back of your mind, 'You need to make a move.’
So you did.
You cupped his cheek and brought him down to you, connecting your lips. He immediately kissed you back, you moved your hand from his cheek to his hair and he moved both his hands to cup your face. He then licked your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for his tongue.
This felt better than you could have imagined, it was better than the first time you kissed. You instantly felt like that’s how these kisses would always feel, somehow better than the last.
You pulled apart, his hands still cupping your face. “Wow,” Jungkook whispered. You smiled and opened your mouth to speak when you heard some cat calls and whistles.
You and Jungkook quickly tore apart and turned, you both let out huge breaths seeing it was your three best friends. “Get it Y/N!” said Yoongi while Taehyung yelled, “About damn time Jeon.”
They walked over to you two and Jungkook took your hand in his. You looked down at your intertwined fingers, blushing.
Jimin spoke, “This party is lame, let’s go trick or treat.”
“Really?” you asked. They all gave you looks, “I just meant most houses might be closed for the night.”
“We can still try,” Jungkook squeezed your hand.
“Yeah, let’s just walk around here. These houses still look alive,” Taehyung alleged. So you all agreed and walked around.
You all had gone to about 20 houses and 14 of them had actually given out candy, a lot of candy actually. This was sort of a rich neighborhood and most everyone was giving what all they had left over. You had candy for weeks or at least three days, knowing you.
You had two more houses when you tripped on your stupid high heel. “Fuck!” you exclaimed, landing on your ankle weird. It had hurt so badly, so you took the shoe off and started rubbing your ankle. The boys all gathered around you. “Y/N, my god. That looks like it hurts.” Yoongi cringed.
“Noona, are you alright?” Jungkook asked.
Noona? You’d always liked that nickname but no one ever called you that, you did think it was sexy though.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s just a little swollen. I think I can-” you tried standing up and fell back down. “Shit!”
Jungkook started rubbing it, making sparks shoot up your leg.
“I guess we need to get her up.” Jimin spoke up.
“You guess?” Taehyung chuckled.
“Come on guys we need to get her up.” Yoongi huffed.
“Look, I don’t mean to keep you from going to the last two houses.” You said, feeling like you just ruined the night.
“Y/N, that doesn’t matter.” Jungkook said. Yoongi put his candy in your lap, “Jimin, give me your keys. You guys get me more candy and I’ll take her to the car.”
Jungkook started to pick you up, “I can-”
“No, I can get her, just get me more candy.” Yoongi said, grabbing the keys, making sure you had your stuff before picking you up. You put one arm around him and had the other holding your candy. You were surprised by how strong he was, but still was afraid he was going to drop you.
Jungkook picked up your shoe and put it on your bags of candy. You mouthed, 'thank you’ and he grinned looking more like a bunny than a ninja turtle.
Yoongi started to take you to Jimin’s car. “So Noona,” Yoongi mimicked. You looked at him and blushed, whining, “Yoongi, don’t.”
“You kissed him and you liked it, he called you love, you want his dick.” Yoongi singed.
“Whoa, could you maybe grow up. I don’t want his dick.” you lied.
“At least not yet,” he murmured. You smacked the back of his head with your hand and Yoongi scoffed, “Abusive.”
You got to the car and Yoongi sat you down on the trunk. He put your stuff in the car and then came back over to you, putting his hands on either side of you, “You know if you date Jungkook we won’t see each other as much.”
You gave him a confused look, “Why do you keep saying stuff like that? We don’t see each other as much already, since you’re always with the boys.”
“Well I thought you wanted me to,” he stated.
“Of course, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing.”
“Well, that’s what it seemed like,” he interrupted. You opened your mouth to speak but he kept going. “You know you’re the only person I spend time with. I always have to do girl shit and you even made me lose my first relationship. I need the guys sometimes, okay. I can’t always be there for you and do everything for you.”
You were actually stunned, you didn’t know what to say but you were angry. “What?” you hissed, pushing him away from you, “I have never made you do anything you haven’t wanted to do. I asked Jungkook to hang out with you because I felt bad that you always spent time with me. That 'relationship’ was you fucking some girl who you hated. I had nothing to do with her dumbing your ass, you did that to yourself. Where the hell did this even come from?”
“Oh, why do you care? You’re just going to fuck Jungkook like you made me fuck you. ‘Oh Yoongi, I don’t want to be a lonely virgin.’ He mimicked.
Tears had started to spill and you yelled something you planned on taking to the grave. "I liked you that’s why I wanted to sleep with you, you asshole!”
He just stared at you, quiet and you covered your face. You were embarrassed, angry and most of all sad. Why would he say those awful things to you? How could he, he was your best friend.
“Y/N, I” but Yoongi was interrupted.
“What the hell is going on?” Taehyung said.
“Just put me in the car,” you stated, trying to be calm. Yoongi went to reach for you but you hit his hands away. He stepped back silently and Taehyung walked silently toward you, picking you up. Jungkook was already in the backseat, helping Tae get you inside. Yoongi and Jimin both got into the front seats. Taehyung got in and shut the door, Jimin started the car and you all went back to his house. The ride was silent except for the radio, lightly playing Vampire Weekend.
You all finally got to the house and Jungkook spoke, “I’ll take Y/N home and help her.” Taehyung opened the door and you grabbed your shoe, clutching onto it. Taehyung picked you up, taking you to Jungkook’s car. Yoongi came over and Jungkook started the car rolling the windows down. You looked down at your shoe in your lap and Yoongi spoke, “I’ll bring your car back tomorrow.”
You didn’t look at him, in fear of crying again. “Whatever,” you whispered.
Jungkook got you home, helping you inside. You could tell he was having a little trouble carrying you, this made you smile slightly. “I can sleep on the couch,” you said.
“Nonsense, I can get you up the stairs.” Jungkook insisted. You gave him a thin smile and let him take you. He got you to your bed and ran back downstairs saying something about an ice pack.
He got back with a bag of frozen peas and you huffed out a laugh and he propped your leg up with two pillows and put the peas on. “Thank you,” you said, rather weak, you felt wracked with emotion.
“Are you alright? Not just your leg.” He added.
“No,” you shook your head, not looking at him.
“What’s wrong?” he rubbed your leg.
“I got into a fight with Yoongi, we never fight. Yeah, we have little arguments but that’s it.”
“What was it about?” he asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you answered and shook your head.
“Okay, well. Is it alright if I ask you something else?”
You looked down at your lap, playing with your thumbs. “I guess,” you answered.
He stilled his hand and took a deep breath, “I want to ask if you’ll go on a date with me?”
Your head shot up, “A date?”
He scratched his head, “If you want to. I uh, don’t want you to, uh - think you have too, I just.” You grabbed his face and kissed him. “Of course, I will,” you said in between kisses.
“Really? I mean great, I have to go on that trip with my dad and brothers tomorrow. The one I was telling you about.” you nodded, “Next weekend then?” You nodded again, “Friday?”
After setting the date, you two talked for a while in bed. There also had been a tad bit of making out, until you both fell asleep in your bed.
The next morning Jungkook woke you up, saying he had to get home for the trip, pecking your lips with a smile. You fell back asleep until later, when you felt someone lightly stroke your arm, speaking your name softly.
You woke up seeing Yoongi and took in a sharp breath. “What are you doing here?” you sat up, rubbing your eyes.
“I brought back your car and candy, I wanted to make sure you were doing better.” He sat on your bed, touching your ankle. You flinched and he took his hand away. “I’m sorry about last night, I can’t believe I said those things. I was scared about losing my best friend, I didn’t know how to act. I guess I’ve never felt like this because you’ve never been in a relationship. This jealousy was weird, I’m not in love with you or anything. I do love you. God, so much, I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t always with me. We’ve never fought like this - I mean, last night I cried to Jimin, while Taehyung was asleep.” You realized you were crying, just a little, happy tears. “No, no don’t cry. Cause I will and you know I’m an ugly crier.” He interjected.
You laughed, “I understand. I mean I got jealous when you were with Cindy. That was when I started to like you,” you sighed and went on. “I didn’t want to tell you, then you broke up and I had to try something. Once we did it a week later I realized i was just a crush and I just wanted to keep my best friend.”
“Are you trying to say, I was that horrible in bed?” he gave you a look.
You laughed and shoved him, making him grin. “No, I just realized that I loved you but I could never be in love with you.”
“So are we alright?” he asked.
“Yeah, alright,” you nodded.
“Alright,” he said again.
You chuckled, “Alright!”
“Maybe, alright will be our always.” Yoongi smiled.
“Shut up, Suga.” you rolled your eyes, hiding a grin.
He smiled, pulling you into a hug. “I missed you, I know it was it was only a couple of hours but still.” He sighed, “So did you and Jungkook talk last night?” He asked as he let go of you.
“Yeah, he slept over, left this morning to go on a trip with his dad and brothers. He also asked me out for next Friday.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, with a smile. “I hope you’re going. Trust me, I’ll be happy. Just as long as you make time for me, I have to watch 80’s movies and eat monstrous amounts of food with you, all the time.”
“I did say yes, and of course. I won’t abandon my best friend, don’t worry about that.” you chuckled.
“I’m holding you to that,” he pointed a finger.
You took hold of his finger, “Good. Now speaking of chicken.” Before you could even finish, Yoongi picked you up taking you downstairs screaming, “Food time!”
I can hear Conor and Bryan walking across the hall from my spot in the therapy room; they are excited about something and they won’t stop screaming.
“Dude, that one is adorable.” Conor says, walking in the room with a huge smile on his face. They are both looking at Bryan’s phone.
“But these ones grow a lot, don’t they?” Bryan wonders, scrolling down and stopping to read something. “I don’t want him to be like Beckham.”
“Beckham is the cutest thing ever.” Conor answers. Wait, what? Are they talking about David Beckham?
“Agreed, David Beckham is such a babe.” I tell them and both of their heads shoot straight up, looking at me from the door.
“You will agree with us when we say that Beckham Murray is way cuter than David Beckham.” Conor pulls out his phone from his pocket and types something, walking towards me and showing me the screen.
I have to contain a squeak when I see Matt Murray with a huge ball of fluff on the screen. I knew that Matt has a dog because he never shuts up about it, but I didn’t know that his dog was the size of a horse.
“Agreed. He is the better Beckham.” I chuckle and they nod. “So you two are stalking the guys’ dogs?” I ask while I put another yoga mat on the floor. Conor and Bryan are quite young and they don’t need much treatment, so we normally do Pilates, which they hate and love at the same time.
“We are looking at dogs for Rusty here.” Conor pats Bryan on the arm while he says it, making me laugh. Neither of them are really that big if you compare them with other hockey players, but Bryan has at least three inches and twenty pounds on Conor.
“That’s awesome.” I answer, taking my shoes off and sitting on my mat, waiting for them to do the same. “What breed do you want?”
“I want him to get a big dog. Maybe a German Shepard or a Golden Retriever.” Conor answers before Bryan can say a word. “Or even bigger, like Beckham or Geoffrey.” I’ve seen Geno’s dog before when one day he confessed that he misses the dog almost as much as he misses his family.
“Man, I don’t have that much space.” Bryan sits down, but keeps scrolling down what I assume is Pet CO’s website. “Think more Stella Kessel and less GiGi Wilson.”
And I can’t stop myself from laughing at how they talk about the team’s puppies like they are actual people. I know how great is to have a puppy, I have one myself, but it is just hilarious to see how serious these guys, and the rest of the team, are about their dogs.
“Are you buying or adopting?” I wonder, shooting Conor a filthy look so he sits down on the mat so we can start with today’s session.
“Buying.” Conor says.
“I don’t know.” Bryan says at the same time as Conor.
I roll my eyes, stretching my back. I’ve been on my feet all day massaging and putting elastic therapeutic tape on everyone.
“Maybe you should figure that out.” I suggest, indicating them that we are going to start with the exercises of the day.
We start slow, doing stretches and easy exercises. From time to time I make them do embarrassing ones like the siren, which consist on sitting down with both their legs on one side of your body like a mermaid and stretch your back, but those are just for my person amusement.
“Maybe I should adopt one.” Bryan is still thinking about the puppy. “There are a lot of dogs in shelters. The dogs in our calendar are always adorable.”
We are doing the, as Conor likes to call it, ‘rolling like a ball’ position, so his voice is muffled by his own body.
“Yeah, you should do that.” Conor says, struggling with his balance. “We got Damian from a shelter and he is the greatest dog ever.”
“Do you have pets, (y/n)?” Bryan asks and I nod, changing to a most advanced position that sucks but it is great for the hips and core. “Ugh, I have so much respect for the women that do Pilates on a regular basis.”
“I have a puppy.” I chuckle, taking deep breaths and trying to hold the position as long as I can. “She is a little piece of shit.”
“Why?” Conor asks, more interested on my dog than he is in doing the exercises correctly.
“She is so spoilt. She always gets what she wants.” I confess. I just can’t say no to that cute little face. I used to say that I wouldn’t let my dog sleep on my bed or beg for food and here I am, feeding her chicken breasts and snuggling up with her in my bed every night.
“What breed is she?” Conor is just sitting down at this point, not doing anything.
“She is a corgi.” I answer, thinking on my short legged, chubby puppy. “I feel really royal having her.” I say, referencing the Queen of England’s dogs.
“(y/n)!” I hear from my office and I get on my feet fast, thinking that there is something wrong.
I open the door and next thing I know is that a puppy is jumping all over me, seeking attention and belly rubs. I look up to find a very smiley Bryan Rust, who is carrying a bright pink leash on his hand.
“(y/n), I want to introduce you to (y/n).” He says, smiling even brighter and making my heart flutter. I can’t identify (y/n)’s breed, so I assume that she is a mix of many breeds.
“You named your dog after me?” I wonder, getting on my knees to rub the puppy’s belly. The dog just lies on her back and enjoys the rubs.
“It seemed fitting.” He just answers and I laugh. “She is the most sassy yet awesome dog I know.”
‘Goddesses Impa! What did Purah did to you? Did she experiment her weird rejuvenating rune on you?! Link, why didn’t you tell me before?!’
The young Sheikah woman was in complete shock to see who was talking to her, more than being confused for her grandmother. Link contained a laugh at Zelda’s remarks.
‘G- grand-m-mother?’, Paya’s voice trembled, as if she was seeing a ghost. 'you have visitors’.
Impa rushed to the door, recognizing already the voice.
'Princess!’, she gasped, eyes full of emotion.
‘It is I indeed, Impa’, her voice cracking, hardly containing her tears. 'it’s been so long’.
Both women greeted with a tight, long hug.
'Come inside’, she requested, 'We have so much to talk about. And this is Paya, my granddaughter, Princess’.
'Nice to make your acquaintance, Lady Paya’, she offered her hand, 'You are the spitting image of your grandmother one hundred years ago!’
‘Nice to meet you, Princess’, she shook Zelda’s hand, less nervous than before, after the compliment.
The guests made themselves comfortable, as Paya served food and drinks for all.
‘Several events have occurred since we defeated the Calamity’, Zelda informed her friend, 'Link and I went to Zora’s Domain, and Vah Ruta has a new master, Prince Sidon’.
'Well that’s quite the surprise!’, Impa’s eyes widened, 'I have a guess someone we know would be quite shocked’.
'She was indeed’, Zelda showed the picture she had taken with her Sheikah slate. 'Purah was raving with my findings’.
Impa’s surprise to see her elder sister’s appearance was quite evident.
'Goddesses, she looks like a kid!’, the old woman gasped, 'Paya, look at your aunt!’
'Oh my!’, the young woman shared her grandmother’s surprise. 'What happened to her?!’
'Occupational hazards, I suppose. Apparently, her rejuvenation process stopped’, Zelda explained. 'She is working on a rune to revert the process, even if it’s a little’.
'Considering her prior result, she might end as wrinkled as me!’, Impa laughed heartily, her voice echoing in the room.
'At least she would go out and see us at our house’, Link joined the chat after wiping out his food, 'She is always locked up’.
’Our house?’, Impa’s eyebrow raised.
'We’re living in Hateno Village’, Zelda clarified, 'Link bought a house there. It’s nice’.
'That means we will be able to see each other often’, Impa noted. 'Just like old times’.
3.15 p.m. I am so delighted to see Impa again! Despite her age, she is still active, leading the Sheikah and Kakariko Village. Her granddaughter Paya is her spitting image, although quite the opposite in personality (she is really sweet, but shy).
Kakariko hasn’t changed too much in all this time, but its population has dwindled progressively. Paya seems to be the only teenager - the only Sheikah around her age might be Granté, Robbie’s son, who lives in Tarrey Town… which gives me an idea, but I think it would be prudent to save it for later. I will tell Link about this, once he wakes up from his nap.
Zelda’s musings were interrupted by two little girls.
'I have never seen you before’, the older girl observed, 'My name is Koko, this is my sister Cottla. What’s your name, miss?’
'I’m Zelda’, she introduced herself. 'Nice to meet you girls. I came to visit Impa’.
‘I saw you arrive in a pretty horsie!’, the little one asked, 'Can Cottla braid its hair?’
‘Sure, little one!’, Zelda agreed with a smile.
In the end, Zelda gave the girls a little stroll on Storm - sporting a new style with braids and cherry blossoms mixed in its mane- and the sisters later braided her hair as thanks, her long strands turned into a thick fishtail braid with flowers.
‘Hello girls!’, Link approached them, stretching his laziness away. 'Having fun with Zelda?’
Koko and Cottla nodded.
‘Is she your girlfriend?’, Koko asked. 'She is cooler than you’.
‘Yes, she is’, he answered, trying to contain a laugh. 'I know. She is awesome -he lowered his voice- but don’t tell her’.
'Do you like sweets?’, Koko enquired, 'I’m trying to learn how to make cakes’.
'I would love to try your cooking, dear’, Zelda answered with a smile.
'I can teach you how to make cakes!’, Link offered, 'I know a super secret recipe’.
Koko’s eyes lit up at the proposal, and with her sister, joined Link and Zelda to gather the ingredients.
Soon the cooks were practically competing on which one would make the best fruitcake on Kakariko Village.
'Link, dearest’, Zelda approached him while he made a mixture with cane sugar and butter, 'care to remind me how old are you to be competing with an actual child?’
Zelda decided not to push further, and joined Cottla on the benches.
'Koko is a really good sister’, the youngest girl told the Princess, 'she cares a lot for Cottla and Daddy since Mama went away!’
They are orphans, Zelda guessed. Poor sweethearts.
'They are the daughters of one of the guards, Dorian’, Impa and Paya joined them out of the blue. 'Lovely girls, aren’t they?’
'Indeed, Impa’. She patted the head of the young girl, who held to her like a vine to a rock.
'Is Master Link…?’, Paya’s eyes squinted at the young man, furiously cooking.
'Yes, Paya dear’, Impa and Zelda answered simultaneously. 'It’s just what you think’.
'He is so different from what I was used to see, you know?’, the young Sheikah commented.
‘How so?’, Zelda asked.
'He was all determination, always on the run, never resting’, she explained, 'Now he is free from his burdens, it’s as if he was reborn into the most authentic version of himself’.
Paya’s observation elicited a sincere smile from Zelda. 'It’s just like you said’, she reaffirmed.
Few minutes later, both cakes were on the table, the women testing the cooks’ skills.
'Koko wins by a landslide’, Zelda emitted her verdict. 'Sorry, darling’.
Zelda was surprised at the childish pout he sported the rest of the evening. Never before she would have seen such… expressiveness. She had to make a conscious effort to not laugh whenever she made eye contact with him, he eluded her gaze, with his lips pursed in a pout.
8.39 p.m. Link has surprised me again. He is the most crusty, salty, sore loser I have ever seen. He lost a cooking contest to an eight-year-old girl, and he is holding the most petty grudge against me for choosing little Koko over him.
Anyway, I should be looking for him. We depart tomorrow morning to Gerudo Desert.
10.05 p.m. I finally found Link near the Great Fairy Fountain. He was less pouty, almost back to his usual self. He commented next time we visit, he is going to have payback.
Oh, Goddesses. What have I done to deal with this.
On an unrelated note, Impa and Paya will visit us once we get home. Impa wants to see her little big sister with her own eyes (and probably wants to see I’m not living in a grotto or a cave, considering she’s always been on the more proper, protective side), and I think Paya will be thrilled to see the world outside the Village; maybe she will find a boyfriend there, who knows?
According to my mom I’ve been drawing ever since I was 2 years old. I would just draw for fun all the time and my mom was really supportive of it. Like REALLY supportive. Also I have an older cousin that drew a lot too who I hanged out with a lot during the summer (who also got me into like half if not more of the nerdy shit I’m into).
So I guess it just kinda “happened” and I got a lot of people who were really supportive about it so I kept doing it.
Though if you mean how I got into drawing seriously then I’d have to say manga. I never really knew what I wanted to do when I grew up (like I knew it’d be art related but couldn’t figure it out past that). It’s when I started reading Rave Master by Hiro Mashima that something clicked in my head saying “hey I wanna do this!” and ever since then (back in like 2004-05) I wanted to be a comic artist.
So the short of it is: In general it just happened, then I got serious about it during middle school thanks to manga.
why do you even like danneel, she doesnt do anything
Oh idk, she’s just one of the most amazing woman on the planet! All she is most known for is for being Jensen ackles wife and that pisses me off, she is much more than that.
Danneel gets far too much hate and for what?? For loving a man, for showing off her perfect body that people would die for?? For giving birth to three amazing children?? Some people need to get a life.
Danneel cares, she cares for the people she loves, she cares for charities, she raises money for people who need it, she supports equal rights and LGBT rights.
Danneel is so talented, yes she hasn’t been in a lot of things and some of her movies and tv shows have been awful but her acting is fantastic. A lot of actors go through that.
Danneel stepped back from her career to start a family with the man she loves, she’s a mother of three and doesn’t have an awful lot of time to work on other things unlike her husband.
Danneel is a wonderful wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend and JUST a good human being which is hard to find. She also doesn’t give a fuck about what people think and I fucking love that.
“John! Come on!” y/n whispered, grabbing the box of
ornaments she had found and taking them to the living room, John dragging the
little tree he had just cut down.
She knew it was going to be a lot of work.
How the hell was she meant to get the perfect Christmas
ready, when it was almost 11pm on Christmas Eve?
She had no clue, but she was determined to do it.
This was the first Christmas the boys would be able to
celebrate properly, especially now that hunting had taken a back seat.
Y/n was going to make sure her boys had the perfect one,
wanting them to remember this forever.
John placed the tree in the pot, making sure it stood
properly before brushing off the snow that had landed on it while he was
dragging it in.
“Ok, so I want you to just hang the tinsel around the house.
Oh, the lights too”.
“How am I meant to hang the lights? I can’t hammer any nails
right now!” he hissed at her, completely freezing in the cold, regretting
letting y/n persuade him into this.
“Come on, John. Just imagine their faces. Smiling, happy and
joyful. Imagine how excited Sam will be. And Dean’s just gonna have a smile on
his face all day. Please”, she begged, John giving in, her descriptions making
him want to see his boys happy.
He rolled his eyes, getting to it, hanging the lights with
little clear hooks y/n had thrown at him.
miya i need advice with something! I want to do creative things like playing instruments, writing music and songs, drawing, and writing but I always psych myself out by thinking that I'll be bad at it even though I've never even tried. Like I know nobody will have to see, read, or listen to the things I make but I'm still too self conscious to even start (and you obviously cant become better if you don't start in the first place). What should I do?
Hey, anon! First of all, just by having that need of expressing yourself with Arts (specifically so) already shows you just have to do it. It really is as simple as that. It doesn’t matter what it’ll give you in the long run or even if people will acknowledge it or not (although I do get how nice that can be) - if you deeply feel like you need to do it… You just have to do it! Something inside you is pushing you to express yourself in different ways and it normally already means some level of talent - if not, you wouldn’t feel like expressing with Arts. Makes sense? You’d feel like reading a book, watching a movie, playing sports, etc - those are nice things as well but clearly it’s not what you need. There’s something within you that needs to be shown with Arts. And you have to trust yourself more, because if your mind (or, in a more poetic way lol heart) is constantly asking you to do this… You just have to. Respect it. Start somewhere, force yourself to just grab a pen and scribble here and there. There’s something going on with your feelings if they’re in such need to be shown in artistic ways and you gotta act on that, or it’s very possible that you’ll regret it. And as dramatic as it may sound it will be bad for you if you don’t do anything about it. First because time goes by pretty fast and before you know it you won’t have time to pause and do your thing like you probably do right now. Secondly because denying your need to fully explore your emotions in artistic ways can lead to unresolved feelings since you won’t be coping like your mind is wanting you to. And finally, you have no idea how much having a hobby will help you cope in the future with the difficult situations life will bring you - and it definitely will, because it always does to everyone. I cannot tell you how many times just sitting down and writing whatever I felt like it made me forget a stressful situation, or doodling stupid little bunnies wearing dinosaur clothing made me relax on a hard day. If anything, do it so you can have something to rely on in times of needing to relax - I know it might sound silly but it truly does help! I hope this sorta helped you and I hope you go through with it. And if you ever feel like showing it to someone, my inbox is always here. :) (and not showing it to anyone ever is also totally fine too! ‘cause it’s your art after all, and you decide what you want to do with it)
☕️ As excited as I am for Zendaya's MJ and her and Tom's chemistry on screen I really wish they had just kept Mary Jane the original character (with Zendaya playing even) bc I feel like they could have done her justice and given a new twist on a classic character that has yet to be represented well imo
Favourite ‘Agatha Christie’s Poirot’ episodes [3/10]: Lord Edgware Dies
Lady Edgware asks Poirot for help getting a divorce from her husband. That evening thirteen guests are seated at a dinner table, which is supposed to bring bad luck for the first guest to rise. Next morning Lord Edgware is dead.
I groaned as I untwisted myself from all of my sheets,
rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the front door of my apartment that Andre
was banging on.
“Tom! Come out right now! You never leave your apartment! We
are going out today! Stop feeling sorry for yourself!” Andre yelled from the
hallway as he pounded his fists against my door like a gorilla to his chest.
“Tom seriously – “ He began as I opened the door.
“Oh, hey. Didn’t think you were going to actually answer.”
Andre said as he pushed passed me and plopped himself down on my couch.
“What do you want, Andre? You know I’m not feeling good.” I
told him as I ran my fingers through my bedhead.
“That’s exactly why I’m here. You have been moping around this
small ass apartment feeling sorry for yourself because Anna broke it off with
you. It’s been almost a month. I’m getting so bored not having anyone to do
anything with. You need to get back in the game.” He explained as he played
with the Snapchat selfie filters on his phone.
He was right. My girlfriend of over a year… my first serious girlfriend… had broken things off with me. She was an athlete back in Canada and really wasn’t around. Things were just getting too difficult to keep up with. There was more bad than good, so she walked away. I was torn up.
“My game is fine. Did you somehow miss both of my goals in
the game last night?” I questioned with an annoyed tone.
“I’m not talking about hockey, babycakes. You know exactly what
I mean. Don’t let one girl ruin your whole world. I know you got your heart
broken but there are so many girls in the world.” He went on.
“I didn’t get my heart broken. We’ve been over this.” I
“Oh, you didn’t love that girl?” Andre asked as he stood up.
“It was complicated. You know that. She was never around.” I
explained, for the millionth time.
“Whatever, man. Just get some clothes on. I thought we could
go to Georgetown today. Get out of the building. It’s an off day, we should
“Fine.” I answered as walked back into my room to change and
wash up for whatever adventure Andre had planned for us today.
“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I asked Andre as I
got into his black BMW.
“Filomena for lunch, shopping, Georgetown cupcakes?” He
“Italian food? I just woke up.” I questioned as we rode over
the bridge and into Georgetown.
“It’s 1PM. And don’t act like you don’t want Italian food.
You always want food.” He argued.
“Okay, true.” I answered reluctantly.
We parked down by the water and walked into the small
restaurant, luckily not running into any fans. I hated running into fans when I
was in a bad mood. Made me look like a bad guy.
“Table for 2?” Andre asked the host.
“Mr. Andre,” the host began in a thick Italian accent,
clearly remembering us from all the other times we’ve been here. “Our
restaurant is rented out for a Georgetown University award ceremony. We do have
one small table in the corner, we could seat you there if that’s okay?” Andre
looked over at me for approval, and I nodded.
We weaved in between several college students and finally
found a small table in the corner.
“This isn’t so bad.” Andre said as we sat down and began
browsing through the menu. I nodded in agreement as I silently selected the
chicken parm off the menu.
“Attention everyone!” An older woman said as she stood up, clinking
her knife to her glass. “I would like to get started with the awards now.”
“Spoke to soon.” Andre said. We shared a quiet laugh.
“I just want to start by saying that we have grown into such
an excellent Sports Management Program here at Georgetown. We truly are a
family in this department and this year we have some of the most brilliant
students I’ve ever had the privilege of working with.” She continued. “We have
four awards to give away this afternoon. The first is our prestigious Academic Achievement
Award. This award goes to a great young woman who has demonstrated her drive
and passion for all of her classes. She always goes above and beyond with all
of her work, and she finished up last semester with a 4.1 GPA. Congratulations,
A beautiful blonde wearing lace up sandals and a flowy olive
green dress stood up amid the loud applause that Andre and I had joined in. She
smiled and shook hands with the woman, then returned to her seat.
“Our next award is our Character Award. This award goes out
to a student who is always willing to lend a helping hand. This student logs
almost 20 hours each week tutoring others and is always a leader on campus.
Come back up here, Y/F/N Y/L/N!” The woman announced.
Andre and I joined in the applause once more as the same
blonde made her way to the woman, accepting the award and smiling for a photo. Her
long dirty blonde hair fell just below her breasts, and her long tan legs
looked as if they had been kissed by the sun. The woman went on to announce the
other winners, but my eyes stayed on Y/N, watching her sway around the room and
accept hugs from her classmates.
“Hello? Earth to Willy.” Andre began, snapping his fingers
in front of my face. “Your food is going to get cold. What are you looking at?”
He asked, turning around to spot what my eyes were fixed on.
“Willy! She’s hot! Make a move.” Andre pushed with an
I shook my head. “I’m not ready.”
“I didn’t say you had to marry the girl. Just rebound hook
up.” He suggested.
“After having a solid relationship, I’m really not into that
anymore.” I told him, still watching Y/N float from table to table gracefully.
“Damn. The puck bunnies are going to be very disappointed
“Oh well.” I said as I finished up my meal. I contemplated
introducing myself and grabbing Y/N’s number, but I couldn’t make myself do it.
I needed to take the single life one step at a time. First step, getting out of
the house and back on the town with my friends. Check. Maybe another day I
could test out my flirting game.
On our way out of Filomena, I turned around to get one more
look at Y/N. Our eyes met… hers were brown and inviting. She smiled sweetly at
me, allowing a warmth to grow in her eyes. I regretted not going over to her
from the minute I turned around.
“Why have you been so quiet today, bud?” Andre asked as he
checked out at the Nike store.
I sighed. “Just had a lot on my mind.”
“Like what?” Andre asked. “You’re playing great… that should
be your main concern and that’s nothing to worry about right now.”
“That girl that was in the restaurant. The one getting all
the awards. She was really pretty. And seemed really smart.” I said.
“I knew you thought she was hot. You could probably try to
find her on Instagram.” He suggested as he slid his card.
I made a face and shook my head. “Hell no! I never even said
anything to her but I’m going to follow her on Instagram?” I questioned.
“Uh yes. Then, when she follows you back, you do the 3
picture like thing and then send a DM. Protocol.” He explained.
I laughed. “You’re ridiculous. I’m not into those social
media head games. I’d rather just find her again and then talk to her.”
“Whatever, man. I really just want a cupcake.” Andre told
me, brushing off what I was telling him about Y/N.
We made our way out of the Nike store and down the street to
Georgetown Cupcakes, and the ridiculous line that wrapped around the building and
down the residential street. We waited patiently in the line, barely moving an
inch in the forty minutes we stood there. Our conversation remained light,
consisting of the upcoming road trips and the solid memories from our Dad’s
Trip this season.
“Tom, look.” Andre said, tilting his head to the side and
motioning to Y/N, who was walking up the street next to the line with a few of
her friends. She must have noticed Andre motioning to her, because she looked
over at me, shooting me that gentle smile that I had gotten just a few hours
before in the restaurant. She was in the middle of her group of friends,
surrounded by a brunette on her left and a bleached blonde on her right. They
stopped where we were in line and chatted for a few moments, soon saying their
“See ya! And Congrats Y/N!” Her friends said in sync as they
walked down the hill, leaving Y/N standing a few feet away from me, alone. She
turned towards me and Andre pushed me over to her.
“Hey.” She said with a giggle and a small smile.
“Uh, hey.” I began. “Not sure if you remember but a few
“You were at Filomena today. How could I forget?” She asked,
a sweet look growing in her eyes.
“Right, well I just wanted to say that you are really
beautiful, and congrats on all of your awards. That all sounded awesome.” I
“Thank you.” She answered. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“I’m Tom.” I said with a small smile.
“I know. I’m a sports management major, remember? Obviously
I know who you are.” She answered with a laugh.
“Oh, duh. Right, sorry. Well, maybe I could get your number
and…” I tried, but was interrupted by Andre.
“Do you want to come to our game tomorrow night? Home game
at the Verizon Center. He’ll leave tickets for you at will-call. And bring a
friend.” Andre chimed in, noticing me struggling.
“Oh, sure.. that would be a good time.” She laughed
“Andre, please man.” I said quietly as he backed away.
“But my number, sure.” She smiled.
I handed her my phone and she punched in her number.
“I’ll text you. And tomorrow, I’ll leave you two tickets?
Don’t feel like you have to come if you don’t want to.” I said shyly.
“Looking forward to it, Tom. I’ll talk to you soon?” She asked
as she backed away.
“Talk to you soon.” I smiled as I stepped back in line with
“Back in the fucking game Willy baby!” Andre laughed.