#fh reader insert

Movie marathon weekends where the only reason you pause the TV is to get takeout. It’s usually a mixture of both of your favorite movies, but there tend to be a more than a few Muppets thrown in.

Plenty of date nights in with a few shots of vodka or a bottle of wine, which usually end with the two of you laughing at the dumb jokes you make while cuddling on the couch, and lots of sloppy kisses that either lead to more giggles or the bedroom. (spoiler: it’s usually both)

Listen, there are so many piggy back rides. Whether you’re walking on hikes, through downtown, or around the house, there’s always a chance someone will be carrying someone at one point or another.

Stopping to pet every dog you see, no matter where you are or where you need to be.

Playing indie games together, and the two of you hamming up the voice acting if there’s any unspoken dialogue.

Speaking of gaming, you also have some pretty “intense” 1 on 1 battles, and both of your trash talking methods are ridiculous enough that you end up only half focused on the actual game. (And pity the poor souls that get roped into playing Mariokart with you.)

You two are the ultimate team for chicken fight, dominating any pool party you attend.

She’s definitely more dominant than you had expected, not that you mind at all; especially when a simple kiss after a long day of work leads to her pinning you against the wall, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

    I gotta do this.

   You’ve been repeating that to yourself for the past year. Last year you made a resolution, this year was the same one. Go to the damn fucking gym. Your friends have convinced you multiple times to go, but you just haven’t been motivated enough to leave your bed. But after treating yourself to some gym gear, you felt motivated enough to actually get up at the light of dawn. 

    You slip on your black sneakers, carefully doubling-knotting the laces, inhaling the new shoe smell. It was the little things that made life worth it. You step towards you mirror, checking out each part of your body. The gym gear made you look slimmer, but you knew you were far from your reflection in the mirror. 

  Grabbing your keys and water-bottle, you were out the door. Luckily your apartment complex had a gym on the bottom level open to all so you didn’t need to haul your lazy ass very far. Instead of taking the elevator, you decided to jog down the 3 flights of stairs. By the time you got to the second flight, you regretted your decision and started pacing your steps to catch your breath. You probably looked all hot and flustered. But hey, you weren’t out to impress anyone. 

“Lawrence, I’m sick, go away!” you called out, your voice muffled beneath the sheets that, by this point, were burying you. “You don’t need to see me looking all gross and—”

You were cut off by your own coughing fit, much to amusement of Lawrence, who was trying not to laugh as he sat down beside you. “Babe, you do realize that I’ve seen you after three shots of tequila, right?”

You huffed at him, but knew you had no rebuttal for that, so you reluctantly let him pull the layer of blankets away, shivering as the cold air hit your skin.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” your voice was slightly hoarse now as he lay down beside you, pulling the blankets around the two of you before wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna get sick!”

“If I recall correctly, I’m the one who got you sick in the first place, so that should make me immune by now, right?”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you snuggled closer, “but you’re a warm idiot, so I’m not gonna argue.”

Being super short makes this interesting to write!

Youwere always self-conscious about your height. You could never wearheels or sit comfortably on public transport.

Atfirst, you noticed Matt catching glimpses at your long legs. Then youwould see him blushing, especially when you leant over him to fixsomething, or had to look down at him to talk.

Afterthe first week at work, you were invited out for a drink with yournew colleagues. You all crowded into a booth, cocktails and beersscattered the table “Oh shit sorry!” you giggled, as you realisedyou had kicked Matt when trying to stretch your legs.

“It’sfine,” he quickly replied.

Elysepulled you from the booth, declaring that you both wanted anotherdrink “That’s a very short and cute skirt you have on today,” shesaid as you reached the busy bar.

“Isit too short for work?” you panicked, trying to pull it closer toyour knees.

“No!I’m just teasing!” Elyse laughed before ordering 2 margaritas “I’vejust seen a certain someone giving you the eye…”

“Yousound like a high schooler!”

“And?Matt has the hots for you!” You were about to argue back when youexplained the small looks you had seen from Matt. She nudged you andpromised not to say a word as you received your drinks.

Asthe drinks poured, you felt your body get looser and lessco-ordinated. Usually you had the grace of a baby giraffe, but nowyou were scared to leave your seat in case you caused havoc. Younearly knocked over a drink with the sweep of an arm but was rescuedby Matt. He caught your eye and you both collapsed into laughter.James pulled Elyse to the dance floor and you were taken aback whenMatt grabbed your hand, following the couple.

“Noway!” you protested, digging your heels in “I can’t dance!”

Itwas a blissfully quiet day in the office as you bustled around,setting up for cameras for OpenHaus and checking everything wasworking. You occasionally checked your phone, wondering if thatnumber would appear on your screen.

“Youok?” Adam asked, noticing your distracted state of mind.

“Yeahof course,” you smiled. After your ex had crashed your party theother weekend, you had to open up to your colleagues about theharassment. Elyse immediately hugged you, and you had to fight backthe tears that evening.

Youwere busy and almost missed the knocking on the door. Bruce jumped upto open it, however you froze when you heard a familiar voice “Ijust want to see her.”

“Shedoesn’t want to see you,” Bruce responded calmly.

“Everythingok over there?” Adam called out. He poked his head around and sawyour ex, he pulled James from his seat and they headed towards thedoorway “She doesn’t want to see you,” Adam warned.

Beforehe could get a syllable out, James grabbed him by his collar andlifted him up with ease, shoving him against the wall “We saidleave, so get the hell out of here,” James snarled. Elyse placed agentle hand on his arm and he eventually lowered him back to theground.

Fromthe corner of your eye, you watched your ex scurry out of the door.You sat heavily in the nearest chair, shaking and stunned “Y/N?”Elyse asked. You ignored it “Y/N?” she asked once more, sittingnext to you.

“Shitsorry,” you whispered, shaking your head.

Youwere sleepy, the week was now behind you and the exhaustion andstress had finally caught up. The beers and Indian food that filledyou were sending you into a gentle slumber.

“Theonly thing that can make this better is if we had a dog,” youyawned.

“Areyou stilltrying to convince me to get one?” Matt asked.

“Idon’t need to convince you, I’ll get one regardless.”

“Shewill,” Bruce warned.

“Idon’t think we’re allowed to have pets in this apartment,” Matttried to argue.

“Yeswe are,” you replied far too quickly.

Matthad left surprisingly early for lunch the next week, you and Bruceshrugged at one another in the confusion as they had left without aword to anyone. You started to set up for OpenHaus, still concernedwith Matt’s absence. You were about the call Matt when you heardbarking. You cautiously opened the door to see Matt with a furryAustralian Sheepdog who had immediately taken a liking to you.

“I’vegot a new intern!” Matt grinned.

“What?”you laughed. You weren’t 100% sure if this was reality.

“You’vebeen talking about getting one for so long, and a friend hasunfortunately had to give up their dogs. So…I offered to take thisboy.”

“Doeshe have a name?”

I’m so glad I managed to write prosopagnosia well enough!

You stepped into the room, coffees in hand and steppeddead in your tracks. Two gorgeous blonde women were chatting and catching up,and one of them was your girlfriend. The problem was, you couldn’t tell who itwas “Hey you brought coffee, thank you!” one of them said, you immediately triedto work out who it was, but it was no use. Instead you try to busy yourselfwith handing out coffees.

You kept glancing over at the table, trying to find thedetails that would set your girlfriend apart from the other blonde, but theirfeatures merged until you had to look away to reset.

“You alright sweetie? You suddenly went quiet,” a femalevoice said. You could recognise her smell as Barbara and breathed a sigh ofrelief.

“When I walked in, I couldn’t recognise your face again.So, when it was you and Elyse, I couldn’t tell who was who,” you admitted quietly,feeling the embarrassment rising in your cheeks.

“Y/N,” Barbara said, trying to hide a smile by pullingyou into a kiss.

“Stop laughing at me too!” you replied between kisses.

“I’m sorry, it’s so cute sometimes. Especially yourblushing.”“I’m not blushing,” you quickly replied.

You were beyond tired. A long day at work and an evenlonger week ahead was expected. It made you feel mentally exhausted.

You collapsed on the sofa beside James once you had sentoff the last email and almost fell asleep on his shoulder “Hey Y/N,” yourboyfriend whispered, gently shaking you awake.

“I’m not asleep!” you declared, jumping up.

“You’re tired and stressed, I can see it. Wait here,” headded before you could protest. He returned with a blanket, your favourite filmand hot tea.

You could cry with generosity and caring…and you did.Tears rolled down your cheeks without warning as James wrapped you up. He kepthis arms around you, soothing you gently until you managed to stop the crying “Ilove you so much,” you whispered.