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Word Count: 260 “Hopefully somewhere is open for dinner.” Dan Schneider

The first thing you noticed when you finally got off the phone with your office was the smell in the air that wasn’t there earlier. Part of you wondered when it had started because you definitely did not notice it until you were finishing up the phone call that interrupted your dinner preparations. You pushed yourself away from your desk and followed your nose out of the office, through the apartment.

As you neared the kitchen you suddenly became aware of what exactly the smell was.

“Great,” you stood up and blew out the candle.

“Perfect,” you mumbled as you picked up your now empty and your boyfriend’s full dinner plate.

After you dumped them in the sink. You checked your phone and still no call or any responses to any of your texts, “Nice.”

You went into the bedroom, locking the door behind you because you didn’t want to see Adam tonight, at least not after he missed your anniversary.

“Fuck this,” you muttered crawling into bed and turning out the light.

You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep yet when there was a knocking at the bedroom door.

“Go away, Adam!” you shouted and turned over but froze when you heard barking.

“I think someone wants to meet you then I can go away,” he called back, you could hear how sorry he was in his voice.

You rolled over and turned on the light before getting up. You brushed your fingers through your hair as you unlocked the bedroom door.

Sitting patiently with the sweetest pout at your feet was a small dog, Adam wearing a matching look. He instantly launched into an explanation, “I’m so sorry. I was trying to surprise you and I wanted to text you but the lady at the pound kept glaring at me and telling me that dogs require a lot of attention. I didn’t mean to miss our anniversary.”

You practically melted into him as you gave him a hug. It was impossible to stay mad at Adam especially when he went out of his way to get you the dog the two of you had been talking about for years now.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

You laughed, “Forgiven.”

Yay four! (like day four... but exciting)

Prompt: Ugly Christmas sweater office party with Adam K

“I cannot believe you got me to wear this piece of shit,” Adam sighed, coming out of your shared bathroom. His knit sweater was a dark shade of red, on which was a lighter red stocking. The lettering on the stocking read “naughty” with a winking Santa face below it.

“What? I think it looks cute!” You pouted, looking him up and down. “And we match!” You gestured to your own sweater. Yours was the green version of his, except with the word “nice” and a smiling Santa face.

“You’re only saying that ‘cause you got the better sweater,” He huffed, turning to face the mirror. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest, craning your neck to rest on his shoulder.

“Nah, babe, I really think yours is better,” You began, tracing the lettering with your fingers, “But maybe that’s just because you’re wearing it.” A blush covered Adam’s cheeks and he let out a laugh.

“Shit, Y/N. That’s the exact same reason why I thought yours is better,” He spun around in your arms, now enclosing you in a hug.

“C’mon, Bruce’ll kill us if we miss this party,” You stood on your tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running a hand down his arm to grab his hand.

Linking your arm with his, and giving him a reassuring squeeze, the two of you walked into the office space - already almost an hour late.

“I told you,” You muttered to Adam after catching sight of Elyse’s muppet-themed sweater, “Ours are some of the better ones here.”

    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. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Adam told you, holding your face.

“Okay,” you whispered, your heart racing.

Your eyes fluttered shut but there was no kiss. After a minute, you peeked and Adam was still standing there as if frozen in time until Bruce shouted, “Cut!”

Bruce pulled him off to the side to ask him why he was ruining the scene. You could hear Adam ask him for a minute before turning to you and pulling you off to the side.

“What’s up?” you laughed as he pulled you into the hall to give the two of you privacy, “Scared to kiss me?”

Adam shook his head and leaned down to kiss you to prove his point. He pulled away, “I just wanted our first kiss to be just ours.”

Pairing: Lawrence Sonntag x Reader

Prompt: “It’s midnight and we both have no one to kiss so why not?”

Word Count: 422

Requester: Anonymous

“Alright guys, five minutes to midnight,” the host of the party called out. “Be sure to find your date and get ready for the countdown.”

You snorted and took another sip of your drink before looking at it, “Oh, beer are you ready to be my New Year’s kiss.”

You heard a snort come from beside you and you looked over to see a guy in glasses, hiding face in his drink.

“Oh, my god. You heard that didn’t you?” you asked.

He made a face as he pulled his drink away and nodded, “Sorry, I’ll give you a private moment in-”

“Four minutes everyone!”

“Four minutes apparently,” the guy gave you a smile that easily made you weak in the knees.

You laughed and held out your hand as you introduced yourself, “Y/N”

“Lawrence,” he reached across to shake your hand. “Are you friends also all coupled up or being drunk and stupid at the party they dragged you too?”

“Hey! How’d you know?” you laughed.

The two of you fell into a nice silence until you heard, “Three minutes!”

You turned back to your fellow wallflower, “So, no hot date?”

He smiled and looked over at you, “Not unless you count myself. Which, considering, you might.” He nodded at the drink in your hand.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m just salty. Every year my friend’s drag me to some party. They ditch me and leave me with false promises of finding someone nice to kiss at midnight. This beer is the most action I’ve had all year.”

Lawrence let out what you could only describe as a giggle, “It’s more action then I’ve gotten.”

“Two minutes!”

You went quiet again until Lawrence spoke up but this time you missed what he said as the host gave the one-minute warning.

“What was that?” you asked.

“What?” he shouted over the room that was going in noise due to the excitement.

“I can’t hear you!” you shouted.

This went back and forth until people started to countdown.

“I said-”

“Ten!”

“-we can-”

“Nine!”

“-if you want!”

“Eight!”

“What did-”

“Seven!”

“-you say?!”

“Six!”

“We can-”

“Five!”

Lawrence stopped himself this time.

“Four!”

He looked around the room.

“Three!”

He looked back at you.

“Three!”

He took your beer out of your hands and set it aside.

“Two!”

You swore he was moving in closer.

“One!”

Word Count: 525 I didn’t mean for that title to rhyme... Also, someone requested more Peake so here. 

It was 4:45am when your alarm started to go off and you groaned loudly, shoving your head into your pillow. You had forgotten to turn it off for the weekend and you almost immediately hated yourself for it. You moved to pull yourself out of the warm embrace of blankets to reach for your phone and shut it off but you found yourself stuck.

And it wasn’t the blankets embracing you.

I combined this with another Adam prompt about secret dating.

Word count: 575

It had been a pretty rough night for you; sleep ended upevading you for most of it. So, instead of sitting at home and staring blanklyat your phone or computer screen, you decided to head into the office to tryand get some work done before everyone else got in for the day. You stopped ata coffee house by your place and bought the largest drink you could in anattempt to keep yourself functional enough to actually get stuff done.