hi!!!! i love the willmack series soooo much!!! i was wondering if maybe for the next part if you could expand on the dynamic when in comes to money? obviously reader can’t afford a bunch but i’m interested in how you think the boys are with spending money on her etc
i’m so glad you’re enjoying this series, i really needed to hear this today :’) i absolutely can expand on that, it was kind of in my head as a fun dynamic because reader is self sufficient and doesn’t wanna take advantage but also they’ve got like money money and like she deserves to be treated well especially given mr highest paid player in the league
Summary: You get sick and Will has some realizations.
A/N: two fics in one night.. both named after red hot chilli pepper songs.. see you again in six months! jk.. maybe idk lol! warnings: swearing and one kys joke!
Hockey came naturally to Will, almost like mouth breathing. He always thought that hockey would come in between having a happy relationship, and it did stop him from thinking clearly for the first few months with you.
“No labels.” Is what he said when you first started messing around. Just sex with no strings. It was a great stress reliever, but it wasn't just sex.
You had a drawer at his apartment, a spare toothbrush in his bathroom, extra pairs of shoes near his door that weren't his. It always brought a smile to his face at seeing your shoes neatly sat on the mat, while his were always kicked off.
Some nights, there was no sex. Soft kisses and giggles into each other's mouths were more common whenever you were at his place. Suddenly, the lines blurred to you. Best friend turned to boyfriend to you, because, well, you had eyes.
To Will, those lines were still there.
He didn't think of himself as your boyfriend, maybe he thought about it once or twice, but it was a distraction, that's at least what he told himself. Best friends cuddled and kissed and had sex sometimes, it was completely normal.
The night he realized was after a game, a bad loss and he didn't want to be alone. His text was just “u up?”. Old douche bag habits die hard, okay?
He got a text back almost immediately, telling him you were sick with a nasty bug. Cold symptoms and nausea, the whole nine yards. He frowned as another text from you popped up.
“can u come ovr with snacks pls willy :(“. He hesitates, staring at the text. Macklin walks out of the SAP Centre, Misa and Sam behind him. He claps Will on the back. “Yo, Smit, I’m going to Toff’s to play Chel with Mees and Dick. Wanna come?”
Will turns off his phone and grins. “Yeah sure.”
You stare at the read receipt and frown. Assuming he forgot to hit send, you turn off your phone and curl up.
Fifteen minutes later, still no answer.
You check his location and see he was at Toff’s. Your eyes fill with tears, sick, sensitive and now sad.
Will was sat in Misa’s room, drinking whatever weird drinks Misa had in his mini fridge. Macklin looks over, mouth full. “Surprised your girl set you free tonight.” He joked.
Will furrowed his brows. “She's not my girl. We're just friends.”
The sudden silence was eerie.
Misa paused the game. “Y’all are just friends?”
Will rolled his eyes. “We just like.. fuck sometimes. I’m not in love with her or anything.”
Macklin snorts. “Yeah, whatever. Still surprised you're not with her.”
Will shrugs. “She's sick, flu or something.”
Three heads snapped towards him.
Sam looked at him. “You're kidding, right?”
Will looked at him, confused. “No..?”
Macklin tuts, shaking his head. “The girl who may or may not be in love with, is alone while she's sick? Dude, even a friend wouldn't do that.”
Will frowned, still confused. “She didn't say she wanted me to come over.. she just asked me to bring her snacks.”
Macklin sighs heavily. “Not helping the blond stereotype, Smit.”
Will rolled his eyes. “Oh, you're one to talk. Say “chocolate chip cookie” three times fast, or actually say “success”-”
Sam, somehow the mediator, shushed the boys like he was talking to children. “Now now, my darling boys-”
Will and Macklin immediately stopped, Sam was now petting their hair. Will shoved his hand off. “Jesus, fuck, you're a weirdo.”
Sam sighed dramatically. “Have you no whimsy? Anyways, Will is fucking stupid.”
Will raised his hands. “Hey!”
Sam gently shushed him again, reaching for him.
Will immediately flinched back. “You touch my hair and you lose your hands.”
Sam sighed. “Fiesty. Anyways. She clearly wanted you to come over, and you ignored that. Bad boyfriend.”
Will opens his mouth to tell him again that you were just friends, but, fearing that Sam would start petting him again, he kept his mouth closed.
Macklin shook his head, like he was disappointed. “What did you say to her?”
Will stayed silent.
Macklin groaned. “You fucking ignored her?”
Will rubs the back of his neck. “Maybe..”
Misa stood up. “Out. You're banned from the Cool Cave until you make it right.”
Will stood, feeling like he was in elementary school again. “Yeah, okay.”
Will quickly left. Misa and Sam were fucking weird.
Will started driving back to his place, thinking over everything.
Every touch. Every kiss. Every laugh. Every smile.
Everything.
“Oh my god, I’m her boyfriend.”
Thinking wasn't his strong suit.
He groaned and drove to the store. He tried to call you, no answer. He walked into the store and looked around. He grabbed some snacks, cough drops and juice. He picked up some flowers on the way out.
He rushed to his car and tried to call you again. To no avail.
He wasn't a quitter, however, he drove to your apartment and ran to your door. He paused. Was this harassment? Probably. Definitely. Maybe.
He knocked anyway. He heard some shuffling and then silence. He looked at the peephole, then leaned towards it, and like a creep, a thought that won't occur to him until later, he peeked in. Not that he can see anything, but the principle of it.
The door swung open and he stood up straight. “Hi. Hello. Hey.” He smiled awkwardly. You just stared.
“You have some nerve showing up here. You ignored me for like 3 hours!”
He looked at her with a sheepish expression. “Uh.. yes, I did do that. But then Dicky like pet me into realizing that I’m an idiot.”
You snort. “Don't need Dicky for that.”
He smiled apologetically at you. “I kinda did. I’m sorry. You are my girlfriend. I thought we were just hooking up.. we weren't, I was just an asshole. I’m really sorry..”
You raised an eyebrow and let him in. “You're not forgiven. You have to watch my show with me. And scratch my back.”
“Done.” Will grins. “Also, I’m like really in lo-”
You shake your head and hold up your hand. “I’ll actually vomit everywhere if I cry, so shut up.”
Will just nodded with a grin.
Couple hours later, things had settled. You and Will cuddled on the couch at the NightQuill started to kick in. You look up at him and furrowed your brows.
“Wait. Did you say Dicky pet you?”
Will nods. “Uh.. yeah. It was really weird. And I’m banned from the Cool Cave. But that's fine, because I prefer your cool cave.”
You looked at him. “Don't ever say anything like that again.”
Will nodded again. “Yeah, I’m sorry, that was like.. unforgivable of me to say. You should like. Punish me or something.”
Summary: Teenagers are hard, especially as a dad who's travelling for work. But Macklin makes it work, kinda, not really. You come in and save the day, as usual.
A/N: heh.. well.. i have not posted in nearly five months.. I have been lurking however.. i am very sorry for disappearing.. cannot promise it won't happen again but i am finding my love for writing again!!
Now, Macklin wasn't the most patient person out there. But he would refuse to take his anger out on his children, even when they did something bad.
It happened so fast. It felt like yesterday Charlyn was a year old and they were welcoming Jaiden into the world. Now, Charlyn was 16 and Jaiden was 15.
When did that happen? Mack had no idea, but it made him feel old. Toff old.
Macklin missed the days where his kids thought he was the coolest person ever. They barely spent time with him anymore and Macklin had no idea what to do.
He missed his kids when they were in the same house.
Damn teenagers.
You always told him it was a phase, there's gonna be a time soon where they're gonna not want to leave their dads side again, every teenager went through it.
Macklin knew that, but it didn't stop it from hurting. The feeling of excitement that filled his chest when both his kids were home but didn't want to spend time with him.
He hates that feeling. And he didn't use that word lightly. It wasn't a strong enough word, in his opinion.
Macklin was sitting on the couch, happy that the off season started as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He watches TV, sipping a soda. He didn't like casual drinking, especially not with his kids in the house.
He sees an ad for a horror movie, still not his favourite, but his wife and kids were stronger than him and loved them. He sighs and takes a picture so he wouldn't forget the title.
“Fuck, I’m old.” He mutters, letting out a grunt as he stands up. “That's worse.”
He walks down the hall only to hear bickering. He rubs his forehead before walking further to see Jaiden standing in Charlyn's door. “That's not fair! Mom and dad bought it for both of us!”
“Oh, shut up. It's not that deep.” Charlyn says, disinterested.
“What's going on?” Macklin says, voice stern.
“Charlyn took the PS into her room again instead of leaving it downstairs!” Jaiden complained.
Macklin sighs. “Charlyn, that's supposed to stay in the rec room.”
Charlyn groans. “You always take his side! That's not fair!”
“I’m not taking sides, I’m saying what the rules are. And if you keep taking it, I’m giving it to Jaiden.”
“That's insane!” She yells, standing up.
“Lower your tone, Char. Go put it downstairs.”
Charlyn rolls her eyes and doesn't budge.
“Now! Or I’m taking your phone.” Macklin points to the PS.
“I hate you.” She mumbles.
Macklin feels his world crumble as his daughter's words hit his ears. He frowns but before he can ask if she really meant it, she pushes past him with the PS.
“Dad, can I have fifty bucks to buy GTA?” Jaiden asks, not seeming to notice the devastation on his dads face.
The question seems to snap Macklin out of his heartbreak, he looks at Jaiden, bewildered.
“Fifty bucks?! For a game? No, you didn't clean your room and you already used your allowance.” Macklin says.
“Worst dad ever..” Jaiden mumbles as he goes downstairs.
Macklin just walks away to your bedroom, closing the door behind himself and sitting on the bed. You look up from your kindle, seeing his slumped shoulders shaking slightly. You frown.
“Macky, baby, what's wrong?” You ask, leaning over to rub his back.
“Am I a bad dad?”
His voice is small, quiet and devastated. You feel your heart break.
“Oh, no, hunny. Not at all.” You move to sit beside him.
“The kids..” Macklin trails off, wiping the tears he tried so hard to not let fall. “Jaiden said I’m the worst dad ever and Charlyn said she hated me..” He sobs.
You kiss his forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sure she didn't really mean it. Teenage angst.”
“Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.” He mumbles, he looked heartbroken and you couldn't handle that. Your husband, the man that was there for you through thick and thin, was the sweetest man you have ever met. You won't let anyone, not even your children, make him feel like this.
You kiss him before standing up. You walk down the hall and bang your fist on Charlyn's door and move across the hall to bang on Jaiden's door. They open the door, already looking irritated.
“Couch. Now.” You glare, walking to the living room.
They reluctantly follow and sit on the couch. You stand in front of them, crossing your arms.
“I did not raise you two like this. He is your father and you will not be disrespectful to him. He provides for us-”
Charlyn rolls her eyes. “That's his job as our parent.”
“It's his job to provide food, water and a safe place to sleep. But it's not his job to pay for your phones, or buy you games, or give you an allowance.”
“Oh my god, mom, it's not that deep.” Jaiden says, not taking this seriously at all.
“It is that deep. He’s your father, he loves you guys and he tries to find fun things to do with you but you just get mad at him or ask him for money. He wants to spend time with you guys.”
Charlyn sits up. “He doesn't try that hard.” She mumbles, feeling the guilt settle in her chest.
“He does. He's in the off season and he hasn't touched a beer in case you guys want to go for a drive or go see a movie with him.” You say, sitting on the coffee table.
Jaiden frowns and Charlyn's shoulders slump.
“Really..?” Jaiden asks quietly.
You nod. “He's hurt, his son told him he was the worst and his daughter said she hated him.”
Charlyn gets up and runs to your room, pushing it open and running to hug her dad. Tears streamed down her face. Jaiden quickly follows, hugging him, too. Macklin, well surprised, doesn't say anything and just hugs his kids tightly.
“I’m so sorry, daddy, I really didn't mean it. I don't hate you, I love you, a lot, I promise.” Charlyn sobs, feeling awful.
Macklin kisses the side of her head. “It's okay, bug.”
Charlyn only seems to sob harder at the nickname he had demanded he stopped calling her when she was 12. Jaiden shakes his head.
“It's not okay, dad. I’m sorry, you're the best and the coolest.” Jaiden promised.
Macklin kissed his head too. “Thank you, monkey.”
Jaiden nods and tries to hold in his tears. “There's a new movie I saw, it's horror. I was gonna watch it, do you wanna watch it with me?”
“Course I do.” Macklin smiled, but he didn't want to let go yet. “In a bit, though.”
“Mom, get in here.” Charlyn calls out.
You walk in and smile, joining the hug. You kiss Macklin and the kids pretend to gag, but they love how in love their parents still are.
Macklin knew that this wasn't the end of the teen angst, but he knew his kids and wife loved him. That's all he needed.
Luv you a Latte... Pink Roses; gratitude, grace, joy
Pairing: will smith hocket x cafe owner!reader
type: smau
a/n: might make a pt 2 this was lowk really fun and i did it in one sitting but also if im being honest i really wanted to do this because i actually work at a cafe ++ sorry its so short!!
Welcome to Luv you a Latte, a quaint cafe where the smell of coffee beans drifts through the air and the faint scent of sweet pastries attracts customers from all over San Jose. After struggling to talk to the cute barista who helped him, Smitty does the only sane option after he leaves; stalking the cafe's instagram to find yours. Which he does.
ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ Love Me Not - ravyn lenae
@/yourusername: I am taking requests for latte art designs this week its miffy and people-look-alikes! Also, I feel like atp I should just combine my account with the Cafe's but like wouldn't it be egotistic if I kept posting myself posed up... oh well! 💭
liked by... luvyoualatte, willsmith2, and 254 others
friend1: baby thrifting when?
-> yourusername: what about sunday?
-> friend1: plans are set then!
user6: smitty you are NOT slick
user7: and will strikes again...
friend2: whoever is buying out all of the banana bread ur going to get hunted.
-> yourusername: please dont threaten my customers 😥
ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ Apple Cider - beabadoobee
@/yourusername: regular customers are so fun to talk to. I don't think I say it enough but i'm always happy to see people come back because they enjoy the drinks and pastries.
liked by... willsmith2, yourbestfriend, connorbedard, and 372 others
yourbestfriend: im sure thats the only reason why
user8: soooo does this refer to a certain blonde thats always spotted there
connorbedard: make his drink wrong next time
-> yourusername: i would never!!
user4: the best rose latte maker ever 🤤
willsmith2: the pastries and drinks are delicious
-> yourusername: im glad you think so 🤭
user9: HOLY SHIT WILL FINALLY COMMENTED
user10: oh he wants that cookie
-> willsmith2: maybe
yourbestfriend: regular customers or regular customer....
-> yourusername: maybe one especially 🫣
ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ E85 - Don Toliver
@/willsmith2: ☕
liked by... macklincelebrini, michaelmisa, yourusername, and 184,000 others
macklincelebrini: bro is not slick
michaelmisa: was it good
-> willsmith2: it was delicious 😋
user11: IM EARLY
user12: hes so cool gusy
user13: so who wrote on the coffee...
user 14: 😍😍
yourusername: enjoy the coffee smith!
-> willsmith2: i will, everytime
user15: UHM HELLO WHO IS YOURUSERNAME
-> user16: wait shes the girl whose posts smitty always likes
user17: smitty why r you flirting omg
user18: HE WANTS THAT COOKIE
-> user19: shitttt i would too
tofff73: 🔥
ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ drop dead - olivia rodrigo
@/yourusername: where else would a date be than another cafe?
liked by... willsmith2, yourbestfriend, macklincelebrini, and 468 others
comments...
willsmith2: cafe hopping next?
-> yourusername: lets go soon!
yourbestfriend: "just a regular" she said 😒
user20: WHAT IS THAT WILLSMTIH IS HTIS A SOFT LAUNCh
friend1: WHO IS THE MAN ⁉️
user21: will being first is questionable once again...
connorbedard: credit where?
-> macklincelebrini: hard work was done here
-> willsmith2: shut up
willsmith2: My favorite cafe owner!
-> yourusername: my favorite regular!
yourfriend2: so this is the guy who sells out the banana bread 😠😠
-> willsmith2: u snooze u lose
-> macklincelebrini: that was NOT tough 😐
-> yourusername: oh...
-> willsmith2: so i formally apologize 🧎♂️
after the storm - spider man Macklin Celebrini x reader
now playing: after the storm-Kali Uchis
warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, Mack is so awkward, Will is Mack’s Ned, set in San Francisco not New York bc I'm Bay Area down
“Mack?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, his brain muffling the sound like his ears were filled with water. “Mack!” With one final snap, you finally got through to him, his head whipping towards you.
“Sorry, zoned out. What’d you say?” He blinked, seeing you rolling your eyes at him.
“I asked if you were coming with me to Japantown on Saturday.” Mack’s face turned red. You were inviting him to hang out with you.
“Like, a date?” He squeaked out, his heart hammering in his chest. He had been waiting for months for an opportunity to confess to you, and this could be it!
“No, Smit’s coming. I just said that.” You smiled at Mack’s lack of listening skills. Will coughed to remind everyone that he was still there and Mack’s face fell.
“Sure. I’ll be there.” Mack forced out a smile when the school’s intercom buzzed to life, freeing Mack from having anymore awkward conversation with you.
“Good morning Galileo Academy!” As you dug around in your bag, Will shot Mack a look, silently trying to apologize to his best friend.
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Couldn’t Mack enjoy a weekend in peace? Apparently not, because right as he stepped into the East Mall of Japantown, he felt the buzz at the nape of his neck. Fuck, he had to come up with an excuse before whatever villain it was this time plowed through San Francisco.
“Gotta run to the bathroom!” He glanced at Will to tell him that it was a superhero related escape and the blonde boy nodded in response. Mack dashed away toward a secluded area and yanked his hoodie off, revealing his suit sitting underneath. He stuffed his clothes into his backpack as his mask whirred to life.
“Eevee, what’s going on?” Mack shook his wrists, feeling his web shooters click into place.
“Threat is armed, and is currently—.” Mack heard a loud bang followed by screams. “at your location.”
“Thanks Eevee.” He flicked a web onto the pagoda to his right and shot himself upwards, landing on one of its layered roofs. His eyes flicked around for the assailant, just as a masked man ran into the East Mall. Mack’s brain screamed at him as he realized that you and Will were stuck inside with an armed criminal. He instantly jumped off the pagoda and followed the man inside.
“Nobody move.” Mack heard a voice from around the corner, where he assumed someone was rounding up all the people who had been innocently trying to enjoy their Saturday. He rounded the corner, seeing everyone standing frozen in panic while a man waved a gun around, his back facing towards Macklin. He could see you and Will still in the spot he’d left you in, your bodies locked in place like statues. Your eyes flicked over to him, tears pricking the corners, and the man spun around towards him. Mack took a step towards him, and his eyes widened. “Don’t come any closer.” The gunman tried to appear unfazed, but his hand trembled.
“I won’t.” Mack paused for a second before flicking his wrist forward and shooting a web over the barrel of the gun, rendering it useless. The masked man squeezed the trigger before tossing the gun aside. The weapon landed right at Will’s feet, who only stared at it in horror. The man reached for what Mack could only assume was another weapon, but Mack shot a web at him and pulled him forward. As the man slid towards Mack, Macklin swung his fist out, the punch connecting with his face. The man stumbled onto his back and Mack webbed him to the ground. Once the man was apprehended, Mack heard someone take a shaky inhale. He didn’t really care where it had come from, his eyes were still locked on you and Will, trying to make sure you were okay.
“Thank you for saving us.” Your voice was more broken than Mack had ever heard before, sounding more like a strained whimper than words. Your body somehow knew that your best friend had just saved you from potentially losing your life, because your eyes got blurry and the floor got closer, your legs giving up on you.
“Fuck.” Will mumbled, trying to catch you as you fainted onto him. As he glanced around for somewhere to put you, he noticed that a certain hero was still standing in the middle of the mall, staring directly at him and you. “Ma—um, could you help me?” Mack booked it across the room, grabbing you from his arms and scooping you into a princess carry. Mack felt his heart going a million miles a minute as he checked your pulse and breathing. He swallowed, trying to form a coherent thought before he opened his mouth.
“She’s breathing.” Will let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing. Mack stared down at your limp body, rubbing your arm softly. “C’mon wake up, please.” He mumbled, he needed you to be alright, he couldn’t live with himself if you were hurt. He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he saw your fingers twitch and you slowly blinked open your eyes.
“What happened?” Your voice was soft and slightly slurred, you just sounded so tired and it made Mack’s heart sink a little. Before Mack could answer, Will chimed in.
“You fainted, I think it was just shock.” Will took a step toward you but stopped when Mack’s mask narrowed its eyes at him.
“Where’s Mackie?” Mack’s body stiffened. If he talked normally, you would immediately recognize him. He cleared his throat and attempted to lower his voice about half an octave.
“Who are wondering about ma’am?” Mack could feel Will shoot him a look, even though he couldn’t see him. What the hell was Mack doing calling you ma’am?
“Mack, he’s my, well, he went to the bathroom before— oh my god, what if he’s hurt? Can you go look for him? Please, I can’t lose him. I love him.” Mack’s cheeks burned under his mask, you had just indirectly told him you loved him.
“What’s he—” His voice cracked slightly. “What’s he look like?” He tightened his grip on your body, pretending to listen as you rattled off information he already knew about himself. He set your feet down and let you gain your balance before letting you stand up. He glanced down to see that his hands were still resting on your waist and quickly pulled his arms away. “Well, I can go look for him and send him your way.” He watched as you nodded intently, your eyes getting slightly glossy again. “I hope you feel better, pretty girl.” He practically heard Will roll his eyes as your cheeks flushed. He flicked a web onto the pagoda and soared away.
“Thank you Spider-Man!” You called after him, staring dumbfounded as he flew through the air.
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Mack zipped back to where he had stuffed his backpack and tossed his clothes on, trying to stay as hidden as possible. Once he had his outfit back to normal, he fixed his hair from where it had gotten all rumpled under his mask. He breathed deeply and pulled his backpack on, quietly stepping out of his hiding spot and back towards where you were.
As soon as he turned the corner and came into your view, you rushed at him, nearly knocking him over with your hug.
“Mack where were you, I was so worried.” Your voice was filled with so much love yet so much annoyance and Macklin realized you were on the verge of tears. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and let out a watery laugh. “You missed me getting carried by Spider-Man.” He leaned into your touch, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders.
“I didn’t though.” He bit back a smile as you pulled away with a confused pout. You scanned his face for a second before your eyes widening, realization washing over you.
“Holy shit, Mack are—are you serious?” Mack nodded silently and thoughts raced through your head. Mack was Spider-Man. Your best friend and raging crush had just caught you after you passed out and listened to you talk about how you loved him. The thoughts screeched to a stop when Mack placed his hand on your cheek and smiled.
“Can I get a thank you for saving you?” His gums peeked out from his stupid little grin and you laughed.
“You’re stupid.” You didn’t really care though, because you still leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Will groaned from next to you, making his presence very known.
“If you guys hadn’t figured out your feelings I would’ve actually forced you to kiss. I’m tired of keeping both of your fuck ass secrets.”
could i request sidney crosby x crosby!reader. just like their father daughter dynamics
father daughter dynamic headcanons <3
sidney Crosby x crosby!reader
a/n - sorry these are mainly marching band related , i always thought that crosby!reader would be in band + plus i’m projecting because drumline my beloved , but anyways i hope you like these !!
ꕤ every saturday night the two of you have a movie night together. neither of you have missed a night since you were in elementary school. sidney even makes sure that your popcorn has just the right amount of butter that you’ve always liked, and when one of you is away, you facetime and and screenshare that night’s movie
ꕤ when you started high school, you had decided to join the marching band, which you continued to do all throughout college. sidney was slightly upset that you hadn’t joined the hockey team or done skating, but nonetheless he supported you by helping during camps and he even braided your hair before each football game
ꕤ there has not been one football game, or festival, or parade that sidney had EVER missed. he always makes sure that he can be there to cheer for you no matter what. geno and tanger always tend to tag along because who else would be there to support sidney’s favourite member of the drumline (sometimes flower made a guest appearance!)
ꕤ he hadn’t realized just how superstitious he was until his routines slowly rubbed onto you. one of the other marching band parents had told sidney that before each game you specifically tie your left shoe before the right, have the same person help with your uniform in the same order, and always drink the same redbull at the exact same time in the stands
ꕤ whenever he wakes up in the morning to make himself coffee, he always makes you your favourite smoothie, waiting for you to come down and help him make breakfast, if you choose to get up early enough
ꕤ sidney SOBBED whenever you graduated high school. every single picture that he had taken with you from that night, his face was stained red from how emotional he was. he still refuses to admit that you aren’t his little girl anymore
ꕤ you still force him to build snowmen with you in the front yard, sometimes armies of them if Pittsburgh gets enough snow for even one. you still steal old scarves and hats of sidney’s to make sure that the snowmen don’t freeze outside
ꕤ sidney taught you how to skate when you were incredibly young, always taking you to rinks and to family skates. you still know how to skate, you just never really cared for skating related sports as much as sidney did, but you still practice with him sometimes to make him happy
ꕤ he buys you a new book from your reading list almost every time he goes shopping. he tries to find the ones that you want the most, or ones that your favourite movies are based off of, but you’re happy with any of them
ꕤ he once caught you sneaking back into your room drunk, hearing you thud onto your floor whenever you came in through your window. he tucked you into your bed before bringing you up a big glass of water. he made sure that you felt better the next day, but he did add a lock to your window, which you found out how to pick but you’d never admit that
ꕤ he brings you a gift or souvenir from everywhere he travels, even when you go with him. Milan for the Olympics? he bought you a nice labeled jacket and Tina and Milo plushies. Switzerland for the IIHF championship? you got some chocolate while you were there, but he also got you a swiss army knife that you were staring at.
ꕤ one time sidney had heard you talking to someone while sitting on the front porch. he figured maybe you were on the phone with a friend, but when he looked out the door, he found a little black kitten curled up on your lap. when you told him that you had named him bean, he folded and let you keep him
