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The Artist and the Sketchbook

“Mom they’re real, I’m telling the truth.They look like this and they’re real.” Her mom rolled her eyes, but she still looked at the sketchbook. On the page was a creature that looked to be made of pure shadow, it was tall and its limbs looked to be very skinny and its arms almost touched the ground. On the next page was the same creature with only a different pose. This time it was on all fours like an animal and its back was hunched, which revealed just how emaciated the creature looked. Its spine almost seemed to emerge from its back.

Enola’s mom had to admit her daughter was very talented at drawing. She always had a knack for drawing pictures that looked realistic, too realistic in fact. Her drawings always seemed like they could come to life at any second. The more Enola’s mom stared at the page the more unsettled she got. The creature her daughter drew looked real, but she knew that it wasn’t. However, looking at the sketch made her question that thought.

“You’re letting your imagination run wild again Enola.” Her mother said and returned to wiping the counter.

“Then how do you explain the nightmares I’ve been having?”

“You watch too many horror movies.”

Enola sighed in defeat.

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Enola said goodbye to her mother and left for the creek down the road from her house. She sat down next to the edge and watched as the tiny fish swam past. She pulled out her sketchbook and began drawing. At first she began drawing some of the bugs she spotted in the grass- a cricket, a stick bug, and a spider- when she finished she brushed the eraser shavings off the pages.

Enola set her sketchbook down but didn’t close it. She fished her phone out of her pocket and went to the camera. She began taking photos of the scenery around, it was very beautiful and serene, and most important to Enola quiet. Nobody ever came here. It was like a little world hidden from everyone where she could go whenever she wanted.

She put her phone away and walked back to her sketchbook, when she looked down to pick it up she saw that there wasn’t anything drawn on the page she left open, however there was a stick bug, a cricket, and a spider. She picked up her sketchbook and shook the bugs off. Enola turned back a page and noticed that that page too was blank, then she turned back another page, and another until she was back at the very first page of the book. Every page was blank as if she had never even drawn anything in it.

Enola closed her sketchbook and turned to leave but when she did she wished she hadn’t. Standing before her was the creature probably only a little over a few feet away from her. It was so much bigger than the last time she saw one. Even just standing on all fours it towered over her at about 10 ft tall and with those long limbs she didn’t want to know what it looked like standing upright.

The creature opened its mouth and spoke. “You’re different from other humans, I can see it radiating off of you. You possess a special power and your smell it smells.” The creature inhaled. “Delicious.” Its voice was deep and rumbling, yet at the same time shrill and earsplitting.

Then it lunged at her sharp claws and teeth coming straight for her, at the last second Enola dropped to the ground and rolled a foot away. She didn’t look behind her, she got up and ran.

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Enola’s legs were screaming in pain, her lungs burning trying to catch up with her pace, she knew that she should have done P.E. this year instead of a second elective. Just walking to the creek took at least 15-20 minutes and with that…… thing after her there was no way she would make it back. She had to slow it down, throw it off of her trail, defeat it, something she had to do something.

She made a sharp turn into the construction site in her neighborhood. ‘Now what’ she thought. She hid inside the almost finished building and took out her phone and dialed her mom’s number. ‘Come on, pick up, pick up’ the phone stopped dialing but her mom didn’t answer. Instead it went to voicemail. She hung up.

Enola started walking further into the house trying to put as much distance between her and the creature as she could. Then suddenly she was grabbed from behind and a hand was covering her mouth. Out of fear and because it was the only thing she could think of, she licked whoever’s hand it was. The person let go of her immediately.

“Ew we’re here to rescue you and this is how you greet us, you humans are weird.” Enola turned around and saw a man standing before her. He was tall with curly golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a yellow crew neck with a white collared shirt under it. The jeans he wore were rolled up at the bottom to form cuffs around his ankles and his shoes were a pair of black converse.

“Rescue me?! You grabbed me from behind and put your hand over my mouth. That seems more like kidnapping than helping.” Enola said, trying to keep her voice down.

“Look I’ll explain later but right now you have to get out of here and to Otherworld.” He looked at her with determination and with that look she felt like she could trust him and she’d rather take on a man rather than whatever that thing was outside.

“Ok but you said we’re, there’s only you and you called me human as if you’re not-?”

“Like I said I’ll explain later, right now we have more pressing matters to attend to. I know this is strange and confusing and you might think you’re tripping on shrooms, but I need you to be quiet and trust us no matter what. Can you do that?”

Enola opened her mouth to reply but then closed it and nodded.

The guy took her hand and they ran.

They made it out of the unfinished house and backed a few feet away from it, making sure to keep their eyes on the entrance.

The man fished something out of his pocket and threw it on the ground. They looked like small rocks, but they began to grow and take shape. They become two huge stone warriors. And just in time too. The creature came running out of the building grey smoke came out of its nostrils in anger. It lunged at the stone warriors but they fought back.

The monster clawed at the warriors but even its sharp iron talons couldn’t penetrate them. The stone warriors grabbed both arms of the monster and pinned it on its back. It tried to wriggle itself free, screaming in an earth shaking, headache inducing squeal, as it did. But it couldn’t get free.

“Now Scarlet!” The man called. Then a woman wearing a cloak, like red riding hood appeared in front of them. She stepped towards the monster and lifted her hand. The monster started to fade into ash until there was nothing left of it, except a bright glowing orb floating where it once was. The woman walked towards the orb and held it in her hands. A glass case appearing around it.

“I’ll give this soul to my dad, see if he can find out anything about it.” The woman turned around and removed her hood. She was beautiful. Her long straight hair was parted down the middle perfectly to show her vibrant red and black split dye hair. Her skin was the purest alabaster Enola had ever seen, it sparkled in the sunlight like glitter. Her eyes were a dazzling ruby red just like her lips, lips that were round and had a perfectly defined Cupid’s bow. Her makeup was also perfect from her matte red lips to her sharp eyeliner to her black and red eyeshadow. Her clothes were beautiful too. She was wearing an entirely black dress with intricate lace patterned on the bodice and sleeves. The skirt reached down to her ankles and had two slits in the side that started at her mid thigh. She wore sheer tights which were ripped in random places and her boots were black leather with high heels. She looked like a vampiric queen you’d see in movies. From her hair to her black stiletto shaped nails to her shoes.

“Hello Enola Newman, it’s nice to finally meet you. My name is Scarlet Grimoire and this is my partner Gi-” she was cut off.

“Giles Vitus at your service.” He knelt down in front of Enola, grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. Enola squeaked in surprise and yanked her hand away.

Scarlet elbowed him and rolled her eyes. “Leave the child alone, she's been through enough for one day, and you’re joking isn’t funny.” Scarlet turned to Enola bent down to be eye level with her and put her hands on her shoulders. “We’ll take you back home and when we get there, we’ll explain everything to you and your mom. I promise, I know you have a million questions and you’re scared and confused but I promise we won’t let anything happen to you.”

Enola looked into her eyes and she could see the sincerity in them and nodded her head in agreement. Even if she wanted to argue or disagree, she didn’t have it in her after the events of today. And so she went home with them.

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The sun was still up when Enola made it home, luckily her mom was sitting on the couch reading a book. And also luckily or unlucky Enola’s mother didn’t seem at all surprised to see two strangers accompanying her daughter.

“It’s happened then hasn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s time Mrs. Newman. For her to find out and for both of you to make a decision.” Scarlet answered.

“Does that mean we can stop hiding? We should stop, it does drain our magic, you know we should show them who we truly are. Oh and tell them too. Besides, we are going to use our magic to go home to Otherworld.” Giles said with too much enthusiasm. Truly he didn’t care if Scarlet’s answer was yes or no he just wanted to revert back into his true form out of laziness not because it depleted his magic. And besides Scarlet knew that if she said no he would do it anyways.

“Fine, I suppose it would be best. Enola please take a seat next to your mother. Scarlet said.

Enola obeyed and before her she saw them both start to change. Scarlet’s hands began to fade. Well not exactly they were still there but they became translucent to where you could see her bones almost like fingers in a sheer pair of gloves, this went up her arm until her elbow where it started to fade back into normal skin. Giles grew horns and he grew slightly taller but more surprisingly his legs became those of a….. goat? His horns curved around the sides of his head like ‘C’s and the fur on his legs was a pure white like a baby lamb. His eyes also changed; they were still blue but his pupils were now elongated like a goat’s too.

Enola sat there stunned and she looked to her mother who remained calm then back to the pair. “Ok that is it now I really need to know what’s going on this makes no sense, and mom why are you completely unaffected by this!?” Enola yelled.

Her mom turned to her. “It’s best if they explain first and then I will.”

“First things first, you already know our names, but you don’t know who we are. I am the daughter of the Lord of Death, the Harbinger of souls, the-”

“Her father is the Grimm Reaper and my mom is the Goddess of life.” Giles cut in. ‘Yeah that definitely clears things up.’ Enola thought.

“Anyways the world we come from is both far from your own and yet one in the same.” Every time Scarlet tried to explain something, it felt like Enola just heard white noise. Nothing made sense. She couldn’t tell if it was just her mind trying to process being hunted by a monster or if Scarlet’s diction was the problem. Either way she didn’t retain anything.

“Um Scar she looks completely lost. I think I’ll take a stab at explaining.” Giles piped in.

“We are from a different world from the one you’re used to, but it’s also exactly the same. Think of it like the multiverse in comic books. Our world has the same geography as yours but its people and inhabitants are different. Such as me and Scarlet for example. I’m a satyr and she’s…..her. Anyways our world is filled with magic and mythical creatures. Those things you read about in fantasy novels and old mythology they’re real there. Well some of them others are actually false like the jackalope, but the wolpertinger is and so is the almiraj.” Giles finished feeling proud of himself.

Enola was still extremely confused but she grasped some of what they were saying. There’s a different world that looks the same as hers but there’s mythical creatures and magic. That she could get but what was that thing that attacked her today?

“Any questions?” Giles asked.

“Yes a lot actually. What was that thing that attacked me today and what did it want and most importantly how did it get here!?” Enola yelled.

“It was a shapeshifter.” Answered Scarlet, “they were on his side in the Great War. But don’t think that shapeshifters are bad just the one who attacked you was. The dark truth is there are creatures of myth who are pure evil. They kill and torture without remorse.” Scarlet looked down sadly. Then straight up as if pushing her feelings down. “As for what it wanted, shapeshifters who work on the side of evil usually take the form of people they kill. It’s a way to bring more evil forces here without being detected and it’s easier for them to mimic a person if they know exactly about their DNA structure. And sadly eating them is a good way to go about it. Usually they target children, or the elderly though something less likely to put up much of a struggle. As for how it got here, usually monsters and demons come through portals made by dark magic called rifts. However, this one was created by you.”

“But how?”

“You like me possess the magic of life. A rare power indeed. You can animate things and probably given time and practice you could probably even give them sentience too.” Giles said giddily.

“That’s impossible. I'm not a mythical creature magical being thing like you two are. I’m human, my mom is human” Enola pointed to her mother. “My father is also human.” She finished.

“This is where I explain. Enola it’s true that we are all human, but your father is different. He has magic just like you although a different power set. You know how he’s been deployed for the past two months? He’s in Otherworld, right now.” Mrs. Newman explained to her daughter.

“So that’s why he never brings me souvenirs. Anything else I should know like anything about the otherworld or how to defend myself or more importantly how to use my powers?” Enola said the last two with excitement.

“Yes, the whole purpose of the rifts is because in the Great War the two worlds were divided. It was deemed safer for those who lacked magic powers and could not defend themselves from a magic user to be kept separate. Now the dark army wants to bring about a second one and merge the worlds again and in doing so enslave the human race. Also shapeshifters and other evil creatures aren’t the only things that go through rifts. Sometimes mythical creatures go through them by accident, I believe you call them cryptids? Humans can go through them too. Sadly most of the time they’re taken by force by the dark army. All those millions of missing people reported every year on the news, they aren't missing. They were taken through the rifts and they didn’t make it back; instead they were conscripted to join the dark forces. Some escape but most of the time….” Scarlet's words dragged off at the end like explaining that was a direct stab to the heart.

“Take a break Scar, I’ll handle the rest.” Giles said as he put his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. She listened and took a seat on the couch.

“As for learning more about your powers and how to defend yourself, that is where your choice comes into play. You can stay here with your mom in the mortal world or you can come with us to Otherworld. The choice is yours.”

“I have two more questions. How did I summon that shapeshifter, where would I learn, and does this mean Mothman is real?” to say that she was excited was an understatement, Enola was practically bouncing in her seat.

“That’s actually three questions. But for life magic there has to be something to bring to life. The pictures you drew in your sketchbook are sure something, especially if it made something as realistic as that shapeshifter. Although it was only a juvenile. And because your magic is severely out of practice it couldn’t think for itself, it could only run after you. If you study and get really good one day you’ll make something that has a mind of its own. Since I possess the same magic as you I would be your teacher of course, besides schools in Otherworld don’t have professors who specialize in rare magic only common ones such as water or fire or ice. It’s pretty boring honestly. I’d know, Scarlet and I went a few centuries ago. And yes he is real, so are Nessie and Bigfoot.” Giles answered.

Enola turned to her mother. “Mom-.”

“Go Enola. You need to, you’ll be closer to your father. In Otherworld they can better protect you than I can here.”

“But you can go with me right?”

“I’m afraid I can’t. I need to stay here. If we all disappeared it would cause problems and bring up questions. I’ll say that I enrolled you into a boarding school abroad.”

Enola hugged her mother tightly with tears in her eyes. She let go and looked to Giles. “I’ll go.”

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Enola walked through the portal to Otherworld that Scarlet opened using a key. When she stepped through behind them she wasn’t expecting what she saw.

Before her was the inside of a building. The floors were marble tile. Symmetrically placed white columns lined the walls and between them were statues and paintings of historical figures and moments. The walkway in the middle of the floor was made out of solid gold. It led to a huge counter with humanoid creatures sitting upfront.

“Where are we?”

“Customs office, since you’re not a citizen you’ll need to register.” Scarlet said. “They’ll ask you basic information like your age, birthdate, and family background. But the most important thing they’ll ask is your name so choose wisely.”

“Why wouldn’t I just use my birth name?”

“You could.” Scarlet and Giles answered in unison.

They checked in to their appointment and were led into an office room by one of the workers. She handed Enola the papers and began to explain the document's contents. When she finished explaining she left the trio to think over the document.

“Enola lesson number one. I want you to look out the window.” Giles ordered. Something told Enola he was going to have a little too much fun being her teacher.

“But why?”

“Don’t talk back to your elders, youngling, and listen to your teacher.” Yeah, he was definitely going to have too much fun.

Enola sighed in annoyance and defeat. But she did it and she walked over to the window. It looked like an ordinary window, nothing special. “Yep, it's a window,” She said sarcastically, making Scarlet chuckle from behind her hand.

“Look closer.” Giles eased.

Enola looked back at it again this time however it wasn’t a window it was a mirror. And for some reason her reflection wasn’t in it. She reached her hand out to touch it. Nothing happened.

“Here in Otherworld, who you are is not determined by power or where you come from, by your species or anything superficial like that; it is determined by who you are and how you act. You can be anything you want to be here, you are in control. Now imagine yourself and what you look like.”

So she imagined her freckles, her chocolate brown eyes, her shoulder length brown hair, everything that made Enola, well Enola. She stared at herself for a moment. She looked at her reflection for a few seconds wondering what would happen if she imagined what she would look like with different colored eyes. Then it was different colored hair, different clothes, and Enola no longer looked like Enola. She was a completely different person.

She blinked. It wasn't what she was expecting.

“Is that who you want to be?” Scarlet asked.

She thought about it for a moment. She thought about how she looked before; the true her. The her: that was bullied in school, teased and mocked, and would run away and cry alone in the bathroom during lunchtime. The her that could never make friends because she was too scared of rejection. The her that threw herself into her art hoping for an escape; the her that she hated.

The more she stared at that mirror the more she realized the person she’d turned into wasn’t her at all; it was what she thought everyone would want to see of her. She had long hair cascading down her back, instead of a short wolf cut. Her freckles were gone and instead her face was covered in makeup. Her nails were painted and her glasses were no longer covering her eyes and her eyes were blue instead of their normal chocolate brown. She turned herself into those girls at school who had mocked her, made her want to scream and cry. She became them because she believed them to be superior to her. But she was wrong.

The girl in the mirror faded. Enola remembered what Giles said “Who you are is not determined by anything superficial.” ‘He’s right I will be a new person, someone that I love, and that I’m proud of.’ Enola thought.

Enola closed her eyes and took a calming deep breath, looking into the mirror again. She imagined herself everything she hated about her appearance and everything she was teased for. She left it alone, she let it shine through. She looked back at the mirror and smiled at herself.

“Good choice.” Giles said.

“I agree.” Said Scarlet

“Thank you, I like it too.” She smiled. Enola walked over to the desk, picked up the quill pen and began to fill out the form.

When she finished the form glowed and transformed into an ID card. It had Enola’s new name, her birthday and other information.

“What name did you choose?” Asked Scarlet.

“Genesis, here in Otherworld I’m starting from scratch, a new life and beginning. I hate who I was. I want to reinvent myself into something that I’m proud of. I want to start anew and learn to accept myself and learn how to use my power for good and put an end to this chaos. I’m a new me from here on out. I am Genesis, the artist of life and the world will say ‘they were a person worthy of a new life.’

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dopaminergicaddictions · 1 year ago

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3/8/24

6:46 a.m-updated

I doubled up on the sleeping meds. I should be sleeping by 8 a.m or 9 at the latest. I'm a little worried I'll throw off my circadian rhythm but who knows. I had to double up bc I've only been up for 15 hours.

I cleaned out two draws today. I was productive. Tomorrow aka later today i have to call the psychiatrist and call disability to reschedule my appt.

Then I'm going to finish my password book. I might sweep my room and clean my ac. I got to finish my mattress pillow top. I did all my laundry but that. Including my bedding. I've been productive.

I had a dream about you last night. I wish I could remember it. It wasn't a good one. That's all I know but when I woke up it was before 7 hours and I just passed back out and it was gone.

I have a feeling you ignored me again. Idk.

The hallucination has been the same. So I guess the weed didn't do any damage at least I hope. I hope I can get in with the psychiatrist asap....

No news on the dating front. That arsenal of photos without glasses is coming up. If a girl can't like me for who I really am that's okay. I don't need to see clearly.

I know you would have wanted me to wesr my glasses. It seems most women do not like the bald guy with glasses look.

I looks funky without my glasses but whats a guy supposed to do?

I feel less attractive with them on. Once I wear my new script for a few days I'll see Apple sauce tbh.... so maybe getting those ray bans aren't worth it. I just want to look attractive.

I wish a woman would like me with my glasses. I wish a girl would like the bald guy with glasses look. It's who I am but I guess I need another Katie. Someone who would rather I not see clearly. Its not that's important to see clearly. Maybe I can introduce myself with glasses on thr first date bit without any photos in glasses I'd feel like I was lying. They might not like it.

Also I could wesr them sometime later... idk... Maybe I'm just not meant to be loved how I am... I used to have one good eye. Not neither is good but things aren't that blurry...

I'm never going to be an edgy guy with tattoos who looks sexy. I'm always going to be a dorky guy... without any tattoos at this point I'd get some just to look more attractive...

I'd actually change a lot about myself despite liking how I look to find someone.

It is what it is. I'm going to do one profile as thr authentic Nathan and one profile as the fake Nathan and see what happens.

I can't help but think all the women are like he is dorky. Maybe it's the bald head. We will find out. I'm never wearing a toupee but like- Maybe just maybe taking off Mt glasses will give me an edge.

I might remove all my videos in yotube with my glasses.. I won't have many left but whatever. No one minds watxhing me if they want to see the gameplay but women don't like something about my picture. I think I look handsome. It's their loss but I can't be alone forever.

If you're coming, just know I'm still waiting for you. I'm not joking. None of my eggs are in that basket... but if I found someone I'd drop her for you in 2 seconds.

I want to grow old with you. I want to watch your girls grow up. I want to marry you but most people never get what they want. And I accept that.

I'll always be hopelessly in love with you. I'll always think about you fondly. I'll always love you with every fiber of my being. I'll always wish any girl I end up with is Elise.

I feel stupid for saying that but its the truth

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journey-to-the-center-of-the-liz · 2 years ago

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Questions and suggestions

1. What’s your favorite way to spend a day off?

Nothing for me truly feels better than going out down town with my friends. I love downtown with all of my heart so getting to show my friends my favorite place feels so magical. I love the book store down town i need to buy more books for sure!

2. What type of music are you into?

I am into so much music which I know is a generic statement but its true if I ever had to pick a favorite genre it would likely be old female jazz music. women talking about the reality of life how sometimes ur not beautiful sometimes you just cry and chain smoke cigarettes.

3. What was the best vacation you ever took and why?

When I was in the 6th grade before i came out i had a secret girlfriend and her family was SUPER rich. she and i went to montanna and then Wyoming i got to see yellow stone and also smell all the sulfer. everycorner had an icecream shop it was also the first time I went ziplining/ tight roping which was terrifying but perfect!

4. Where’s the next place on your travel bucket list and why?

I would absolutely love to go to the JIm henson mueseum. I have always admired the whymsy of his art especially fraggle rock and dark crystal!

5. What are your hobbies, and how did you get into them?

About 2 years ago i left a toxic friend group I used to have to devote all my time to them so when I left I had so much time to pick up hobbies. I draw,scuplt, throw knives, dance, sing, crochet, read, paint, thrift, and many other things.

6. What was your favorite age growing up?

8 was the best age for me. I was very smart compared to the rest of my class back then along with that I also had my best birthday that year i asked for a mystic doll with a reverseable head and I also got a tiny donut keychain. It was perfect

7. What was the last thing you read?

Of mice and men. I havent finished it yet but holy shit it sad. I feel for Lennie very heavily i know what it feels like to be confused or to like something that ends up being something someone takes.

8. Would you say you’re more of an extrovert or an introvert?

Extrovert! my whole life everyone told me I was an introvert but I truly dont think I am. I am just an anxious extrovert.

10. What was the last TV show you binge-watched?

Beef on Netflix was so good truly and had a lot of nuance especially in the art world.

11. Are you into podcasts or do you only listen to music?

I can get down with podcasts. I love the whole concept of chatting to a stranger.

12. Do you have a favorite holiday? Why or why not?

Halloween. it's so unifying it the one day you can be anyone you want and act a way you to and not be questioned.

13. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Easy peasy pb and j. I have really bad stomach issues so I started eating blander food so i dont have to constantly take meds.pb and j can be made so differently along with that it give you everything you need!

14. Do you like going to the movies or prefer watching at home?

I love the theater its so fun to share the movie experience with strangers it makes me happpy to spend time with people.

15. What’s your go-to guilty pleasure?

Probably alittle drink. especially somthing strawberry flavored YUM!

16. How old were you when you had your first celebrity crush, and who was it?

as far back as I can remember I have had 2 celebrity crushes,beast boy from teen titans and donetello from the ninja turtles

17. What's one thing that can instantly make your day better?

Usually just a nice compliment does it for me.

18. Do you have any pet peeves?

When people make jokes about my struggles with addiction its just so uncalled for.

19. Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

LUNCH IT IS THE BEST

20. What song always gets you out on the dance floor?

Tainted love by softcell

21. What activity instantly calms you?

Painting its hard to be angry when you are creating art

22. Ideally, how would you spend your birthday?

Surrounded by friends and family with a big cake and lots of hugs.

23. What do you do on your commute to/from work?

Usually talk to my mom about what i am gonna do after work so i get in a good mood for the shift

24. What's your favorite season and why?

Fall its perfect and calm

25. What's the phone app you use most?

Easily pintrest!

26. Would you rather cook or order in?

Cook especially if I have company

27. What's your favorite board game?

payday!

28. How do you take your coffee?

I like all coffee alot but black coffee hits so different!

29 What's your most prized possession and why?

Probably my fnaf circus baby funko pop. my dad got her for me when i needed someone to care about the way i felt i needed that reassurance that someone cared

30. What would be the first thing you'd do if you won the lottery?

Give it to my family and friends. I feel content with how I live my life so anything I can do to help them!

31. How do you enjoy spending your alone time?

I like to draw alot but anymreo i crochet when i am alone and when im with people.

32. What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?

I have never been to a concert sadly

33. Do you have a favorite type of exercise?

VOLLEYBALL!!!!!!!

34. What causes are you passionate about?

I am really passionate about alot I believe everyone should have equal rights i am also very passionate about drug abuse being a disease and not a crime along with safe abortion.

35. What’s your favorite content genre (horror, sci-fi, rom-com, etc.)?

Horror comedy

36. What’s an essential part of your daily routine?

I try to say high to everyone i know even vaguely so they feel validated and knowo i care idk what i would do without doing that!

37. What’s the worst gift you’ve ever received, and what did you do about it?

I am a pretty thankful person so for me atleast i feel like anything is good

38. Who or what never fails to make you laugh?

My cousin Jay THEY ARE SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON! And I love them so talking to them brightens my day!

39. Do you like group activities, or prefer doing things solo?

GROUP ACTIVITIES!

40. What's your ideal first date?

A walk around the town and then get food an tell each other everything we know about ourselves- just really have a heart to heart

41. What would your perfect day look like?

Wake up at a decent time and have donuts with my parents then go out for a while with friends and then work and then back out with friends and maybe a fair!

42. Do you collect anything?

I collect alot of random shit- clowns,crystals,hotwheels, tech decks, batman figures, fnaf figures , candels

43. What's the best gift you've ever received, and why?

The best gift I ever received was probably my huge jar jar binks animatronic i got for free at a down town toy shop.

44. What would your perfect meal look like?

Lots of veggies like a charcuterie board with fruit,veggies,cheese,meat, honey and crackers, and maybe baked beans<3

45. What's your favorite podcast?

Violating community guide lines

46. Is there one job you’d never ever do?

Honestly the only one i probably wouldnt do is be a hitman

47. What’s the first thing you do after getting home from work?

Change i hate smelling like sweat and syrup

48. Who or what inspires you in your career?

I am very inspired by small time creatives anyone who exspiriments with art.

49. How do you approach taking time off from work?

I am honest and only take off once every 3 months or so

50. What’s something an outsider wouldn’t know about your industry?

I am actually working for a mlm but our shop is a front HAHA

51. Do you have a morning routine at work? If so, what it’s like?

I work afternoon shift but the first thing I do is wash my friends put on 60s music and make a cucumber drink.

52. Are you able to work from home, and if so, do you enjoy it?

I am also a part time illustrator other than a tea bar tender and yes i absolutely love it

53. Do you get along with all your coworkers?

YES I TRULY LOVE THEM ALL

54. What’s your favorite thing about your current job?

The people they all are so kind and respectful

55. What annoys you the most about your job?

Hmm not alot honestly probably just people who yell at me but i also understand they are struggling

56. What’s the career highlight you’re most proud of?

The first book i got published it meant everything to me!

57. What type of role do you want to take on after this one?

Hmm I am not sure I just do what the world offers me!

58. Are you more of a "work to live" or a "live to work" type of person?

Live to work i want to always to enjoy everyday and just working to live would be miserable

59. Does your job make you feel happy and fulfilled? Why or why not?

YES the smiles and the nice words do it all!

60. How would your 10-year-old self react to what you do now?

She would be confused but in the end happy

61. What do you remember most about your first job?

The time i saw a lady with no teeth eat coleslaw with her hand

62. How old were you when you started working?

16 but before that I babysitted

63. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?

Cracker Barrel waitress holy shit it was bad.

64. What originally got you interested in your current field of work?

I loved the tea we made and i drank it so much they asked if I just wanted a job HAHA

66. Have you ever had a side hustle or considered having one?

Yeah I have a few I sell art and clothes and other trinkets along with illustrating and babysitting

67. What’s the best career decision you’ve ever made?

The best career decision I ever made was speaking up I truly cant suggest anything better than takung what the world gives you and making it yours

68. What’s the worst career decision you’ve ever made?

I very often get burn out but I am working on it!

69. Do you consider yourself good at networking?

Absolutely not but thats okay!

70. What career advice would you give to your younger self?

Speak up you have valid things to say bby!

71. Do you believe in having a "five-year plan"?

Yes i think thatr considering the future is so important

72. When will you know you've "made it"?

I feel as though I already have i have family and friends and a home and thats enough

73. Are you looking forward to retiring, or do you plan to work as long as possible?

I would like to work as long as possible

74. Have you ever had imposter syndrome?

Not sure maybe just a little

75. What qualities do you look for in a boss?

caring,respectful,fun

76. Do you have a professional mentor? If not, do you want one?

I would love one but i dont have one!

77. What energizes you about your career?

The kindness and the delicious taste of the tea

79. How do you motivate yourself in your career?

I Remind myself i need money to pay for the things i love and do things to help others

80. When you started your current job, what most surprised you?

How people who are normally kind to me at school are much ruder at work.

81. How do you pick yourself back up after making a mistake at work?

I Dance a lot. If i mess something up real bad i will fix it laugh and do a little dnace

82. How do you deal with work stress?

I remind myself everything is temporary

83. What's one work-related thing you want to accomplish in the next year?

I want to host a sip and paint

84. Who has had the biggest impact on your career choice?

My mother she always helps me find new things and step out of my comfort zone

85. What does your family think of your career?

They are very proud of me

86. If you could do it all over again, would you pursue the same career? Why or why not?

I am not sure no matter what i would do i will continue to do what is offered to me

87. Does your work routine vary, or does it look the same every day/week?

It varies a lot depending on the week

88. What do you typically wear to work?

Employee teeshirt and jeans!

89. Have you ever had to relocate for work?

No not yet!

90. Would you ever relocate for work, if you were asked to?

I would do whatever I needed to do for a good job

91. Have you ever been on a cool business trip?

YES RECENTLY FOR WORK I WENT TO CHICAGO IT WAS AMAZONG

92. How do you handle career setbacks?

I take a minute to reset and get back at it

93. How much time do you spend with your family?

ALOT

94. Who do you most like spending time with and why?

I honestly enjoy spending time with just about fanyone I love hearing other peoples ideas alot!

95. Which family member makes the best food?

My parents cooking compliments each other perfectly mh father learned how to cook in a restaurant while my moms mom passed down recipes and technique to her so its amazing!

96. How has your opinion of your family changed over the years?

When i was younger i use to be dumb and be upset at my mom all the time but now i am so much closer with everyone

97. If you’re close with your family, what’s the hardest part about spending time away from them? I miss my moms laugh and my dads funny jokes when we are apart. :(

98. Do you wish you had a bigger family, or are you happy with its current size?

HOnestly i am happy with what i have but the more the merrier

99. Which family member has had the greatest impact on you?

My mother easily she is truly my rock

100. What’s your favorite story about your grandparents?

Probably the time my grandma with a broke arm tried to arm wrestle me over math homework

101. Have you ever mapped out your family tree?

YES my grandma is actually a genealogist!

102. Were you close with your family growing up?

No sadly i was not

103. Who in your family makes you feel the safest?

Probably again my mom she is so strong!

104. Do you want a family of your own?

YES SO BADLY i want to have children so i can show them true love not challenged by generations of trauma

105. If you could change your relationship with a family member, would you? If so, with whom?

My nana i would love to be closer with her but she so unkind its very hard

106. What was it like growing up as the youngest/oldest/middle/only child?

I was the youngest but was always supposed to take care of the oldest i think that might be why i get such bad burn out because i started doing things everyone in my grade did but 2 years earlier

107. What’s your favorite family memory?

Hmm i have many but last summer my family played frisbee golf and then went to dairy king

108. Do you ever wish you were raised differently?

Yes and no is parenting hard yes were situations handled badly when i was younger often yes.

109. What’s the best piece of advice a family member has given you?

Once when i was younger and much more aggressive and frustrated i stayed up to late and had a panic attack and then my sibling said stop taking everything so seriously this isnt the end

110. Do you wish you had more siblings? If so, why?

Yes and no i feel it would be nice but also i am content with one

111. Did you ever hide anything from or lie to your parents?

Yes but i dont blame them for it

112. What's your favorite way to spend time with your family?

Board games i am incredibly bad at games and it makes everyone laugh!

113. How do you show your family you love them?

Gifts hugs words treats stuff like that helping them in general

114. What’s your favorite family tradition?

Going to my grandmas on christmas

115. What's the most important holiday you spend with your family and why?

Christmas and because it just always has been i wonder when that started

116. What's something your family would be surprised to learn about you?

Probably just how bad my addiction was i dont want them to be sad or view me as sick so i don't really tell anyone

117. Which family member do you confide in most?

Hmm honestly all of my nuclear family hears it all

118. How do you deal with arguments between family members?

I apologize and ask what i can do to help them feel better/

120. What's more important: family or friends?

Both i truly cannot pick

121. Do you have any friends you would consider family?

LITTERALLY ALL OF THEM I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH

122. What physical traits do you share with your relatives?

We all have large noses lol

123. What stories did your family members tell you growing up?

My dad used to make up stories for me and my sibling about them being a ballerina and me being an animal whisperer and wed do on adventures

124. How did your parents (and/or grandparents) meet?

The city cleaning center haha

125. What makes you proud of your family?

I am proud of them for everything they do

126. What can always bring your family together?

A new marvel movie

127. Do you share a name with anyone in your family?

Sadly no but iw ish i did

128. What activities do you like to do with your family today?

I love to paint with them

129. What activities did you love to do with your family growing up?

Probably play board games again lol

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whenyouaredonespn · 2 years ago

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A bit of Self Indulgence from the Artist:

So I wasn’t happy with the end of Supernatural. For what little my opinion on things like that matters; I hold no illusions. Though I did watch from pilot to finale for 15 years as it aired, It's my favorite show- full stop. I’m also one of the fans that other fans tend to hate. Though It had some truly amazing and great moments in later seasons, I feel it peaked in Season 5 and never truly rose to that height again. (holds up a shield to block incoming fruit.) Though there were several times it got very close. (The Demon trials, and Amara for example. Dean’s monologue in the church is maybe my favorite moment in all of TV. Possibly all of Fiction. There I go contradicting myself.

At around the same time the show was ending, I was trying to figure out something to work on, something to draw- I needed a project. But I was also so far out of the game that I had no contacts to hit up for a story or script. I was also about three years into a five year artist block which was the result of intense burnout. So I decided to make a fan comic based on Supernatural. It's something that I always wanted to see. Like the post-TV Buffy comics I felt and still feel that SPN would make a great comic. It could get bigger and more over the top. Without constraints of things like budget, actor schedules, make up or special effects or the need to fill up over 20 hours of run time with around ten hours of content. This is stated with full knowledge that there are indeed SPN comics- I have read a lot of them. Some are good, some are… not- (I won’t presume this to be one or the other) BTW to this day Dustin Nguyen’s covers are my favorite pieces of Supernatural art ever made.

This fan comic is NOT a “how it should have ended” It's just a scene that always sort of played out in my head. I always wanted them to go out like Thelma and Louise, or Butch and Sundance; no way out but through, launching the car into oblivion, sacrificing themselves while saving the world. I’m a sucker for that trope. (Buffy Season 5- also where it peaked) I also always wanted to see a BIG Monster- we got hints at times. SPN skirted up next to the Elder Gods once or twice- there were tentacles and big looming shadows in the distance.

If you imagine a story-line where the threat is a bunch of monsters (Capital M- mutated, lizard tail raptor clawed demon creatures instead of just black eyed people- though they are there as well) wreaking havoc on the world and eventually culminating in a Cthulu like hellbeast rising from the depths. What follows is the usual arc of them trying to figure out how to take it out. The usual wins and losses, starts and stops until they figure out what weapon will do the job, then it's acquiring the weapon. Finally stabby stabby. If that is the season- this is the last fifteen minutes of the finale episode.

In this alternate timeline or multiversal offramp, Chuck and Amaara effed off to some celestial beach somewhere, drinking mai tais and promptly not Giving a crap about Earth (Or doing the absolute very least required) Jack came and did his thing, and now Team Freewill is Sam Dean Cas and Jack. That's really all you need to know.

Finally, if you'll allow me to get personal… It took this thing about two years to make. No- not because it took me that long to draw 20 pages, but because I shelved it. The truth is multifaceted and long-winded. Suffice to say that burn-out is real, artist block is real. This is the first thing that I have completed in over five years. That in itself is the reason I made it, I needed the win, and this thing was about 60 percent done two months ago. Before I started yet ANOTHER new project, I was determined to FINISH SOMETHING; anything. The road of my artistic Journey is flanked by too many corpses of unfinished and shelved projects. Things that were taken too far to be just left unfinished. Like putting a book down with a single chapter left and never picking it up again. It's a source of shame and this is the win I need.

I Hope you like it. Or at least think it's nice to look at.

Hobbs

PS. A final note on the art. I wasn’t going for likenesses, I was trying to portray them as comic characters first- iconography. If Dean looks like Jensen at times and so on, that's great, but I wasn’t aiming for that per se. Castiel’s true form is based on multiple fanart conceptions. Basically he’s just a “draw this in your style”.

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purplesurveys · 2 years ago

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1. What are you doing at this exact moment? (I want details, people!) I’m taking this survey while sitting on the couch in the living room, which we FINALLY got professionally cleaned after Agi must have peed 47549835734 times on it; and I currently have Jimin’s Like Crazy playing on loudspeaker from my phone right beside me. Dogs are resting in front of me having just finished their dinner. Am also cautiously watching the time because I plan on working again by 10 PM so I can finish a couple of slides on a Powerpoint I’m in the middle of finishing.

2. The one song you will never get sick of? Additionally, any song recommendations? I really really feel this way the most about Namjoon’s Closer.

3. Name everything you have ever wanted to be (occupations and random things, like animals!) Writer, journalist, housewife, lawyer, art curator, historian, mom, bird (so I can fly and travel), dog (so that I never have to work lol).

4. What is the best fanfic you have ever read (lmao) There were a couple of AJ/Punk fanfics I enjoyed back in the day, but sadly the author took them down (and I think even deleted their account altogether) so my memory of the story is lost to time. More recently, I’m obsessed with this AO3 writer’s Namjin works; I go back to my favorite scenes from time to time to give me the giddies lol.

5. Name every fandom you have ever been in! Beyoncé, wrestling if that counts as a fandom, One Direction, BTS. I like and have liked a number of other things too like Paramore, THAT British YouTuber crew, and Good Mythical Morning, but I wouldn’t say I was ever active in any of those fandoms; I just enjoy ‘em on my own time.

6. What is the saddest movie you have ever watched? Additionally, movie recommendations? Requiem For A Dream, Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Life Is Beautiful, and ROMAN FUCKING HOLIDAY holy shit the last scene amazes and pisses me off every time lmao.

As for movie recs, I’d also go for Roman Holiday.

7. If you could direct your own TV show/movie, what would it be like? A snoozefest...I like to keep my life uneventful.

8. The cringiest account/fan account you’ve ever made? (oh god) The first one that I made when I was around 11; it was my Twitter account for everything Beyoncé. I would’ve given my wrestling Tumblr as an answer too, but in retrospect I don’t think it was necessarily cringe; I was just being the modern-day fangirl/stan before stan culture was even a thing. Meaning to say the shit I posted was definitely more out-there than anything back in 2014, but if I look at that Tumblr now (it’s still alive!), it honestly holds up, lmao. Looks like every other stan account that we otherwise have nowadays.

9. What is your aesthetic? Describe it to us in list form. Hmm okay I’ll try but I’m honestly so over the place idek if I have one.

K-pop merch

A wall of custom Polaroid printouts of BTS members

Dogs

Coffee and a pastry

Laptop stickers

Museums

Peach soju

Oversized t-shirts and sweaters and baggy joggers

Bucket hats

Printed socks

Muted shades

Listening to lofi or piano music at 2 AM

10. What is one thing that has been bugging you recently that you just need to talk about? That I am so bad with money.

11. One thing you’ve always wished you could do / be good at? Play the piano.

12. Put a picture of your best (or your worst!) fanart/drawing ever! I don’t draw.

13. The best book you have ever read? Additionally, any book recommendations? I haven’t read any that I’d consider an all-time favorite. 14. Most exotic food you’ve ever had? Crocodile sisig.

15. Post a picture of the weirdest/funniest text conversation you’ve ever had! Idk if there is one. I have lots of funny convos with friends, but I’m not sure if any of them would be the funniest.

16. Random fun fact about you! I blocked Zayn Malik for like five years after he left the band. LOL

17. What do you think of me? Ahh! Idek who you are!

18. Do you have any fake names? Pseudonyms? Idk, stage names, street names? If not, what would it be? Nope. 19. What is your idea of a perfect life? One where you’ve reached a level of contentment in a way that you’re comfortable and happy with every decision you make, and face mistakes with a lesson and an, “On to the next.”

20. Finish the sentence: “Oh, to be a _____” Nepo baby? Lmao

21. Is there a stranger you would like to meet again? Sure, the nice fan sitting beside me at Seonho’s fanmeet who gave me a slogan when she saw that I didn’t manage to get one.

22. Post a picture of you/someone you know doing something weird. Do it, you won’t. Coward. (Obviously the pic doesn’t have to have a face in it) I would but my phone is at 1% and the charger is upstaaaaaaaairs, lol.

23. Is there a place you feel homesick for even though you’ve never been there? Well, no. I don’t think the homesickness would be genuine that way.

24. Basic, but what’s your sign? Taurus.

25. What sign do you act like? What sign do you wish you were? None of these astrology questions plz.

26. What is one unusual thing you do? Surveys? < Agree.

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futfemfantasies · 2 years ago

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The end is near - Tobin Heath x reader

If you have any requests for anybody send me a message and i’ll do it when i can :)

It was inevitable. The USWNT finished their friendly matches against South Korea and now Tobin is jetting back off to England to play with her club again. You were dreading this day, as you do all the other times. You’re just grateful to spend two weeks with Tobin. Because of the both of your busy and usually conflicting schedules, it very rarely happens. Walking into the airport, both your hands are intertwined and Tobin keeps rubbing her thumb along your hand to help keep you calm as big crowds freak you out. Which is weird as you’ve played at world cup finals with way bigger crowds. After security and getting some food, the pair make their way to Tobin's gate to wait. Tobin gently pulls you onto her lap, causing you to cuddle into her.

"Are you okay? You're being very cuddly and touchy. Not that I'm complaining" Tobin questions.

"I don't want you to go" You mumble into Tobin's neck.

"I'm not going for long, my love. Besides, when the NWSL season finishes you can come over and be with me" You hum as Tobin draws small patterns on your Re-inc sweat pant covered thigh.

Then the worst happens. Tobin's flight gets called over the PA system, which makes you jump in fright. You grip onto Tobin more and Tobin attempts to calm you down.

"I'll be the last one on, you've got me for a few more minutes"

Once those few minutes passed, the final boarding call announcement rang through the airport speakers and that's when Tobin starts to stand up, helping you to your feet. The air hostess noticed Tobin is due on the flight so she gave them a few more minutes. You wrap your arms around Tobin's neck with Tobin doing the same but around your waist, pulling you closer, if that was possible.

"I have to go darling" The pair pulls away and you give Tobin a quick but loving kiss before pulling away and picking Tobin's bag off the ground.

"Text me when you land, so I know you're safe"

"Always do. I love you Y/N"

"I love you more Tobs, now go before I make you stay" Tobin chuckles and starts to walk to the air hostess to scan her ticket.

You watch as Tobin walks down the tunnel but turns around to flash you the same very smile you fell in love with almost three years ago. You walk back to the car with a few tears falling down her cheek. As you get into the team car and get organised to start the journey back to the hotel, you get a few texts from Tobin.

I love you

I miss you

I'll see you soon, my gorgeous girl 🥰❤️

You reply to Tobin before driving back to the hotel somehow in one piece. You park the car and see the rest of your teammates in the lobby of the hotel with their suitcases, ready to go. You start to walk over to Alex when Charlie waddles over to you and hugs your leg. You crouch down and smile at her niece.

"Y/N/N sad?" Charlie questions as she leans into you.

"I'm okay bubba" You answer before picking up the 15 month old and holding her on your hip.

"I brought your bags down since I thought you'd stay at the airport a little longer"

"Thanks Al" You say, slightly smiling at her slightly older sister.

The pair hear everyone start to move to the bus and Charlie cuddles into you more.

"We're going on the bus now bubba. Wanna go back to Mommy?" You whisper to the little girl.

"Stay wif chu" Charlie mumbles before falling asleep.

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You knew Orlando would lose to Chicago. The team hasn't been playing well lately and it doesn't help that they had key players such as Ash, Ali and Marta out with injuries. Your mood has remained the same since Tobin left just over three weeks ago and Alex noticed that you aren’t your usual fun, bubbly younger sister and aunt. While you took Charlie to the park down the street, Alex booked you a ticket to London to go surprise Tobin. She also called Christen to help with the surprise since she was watching some of Tobin's games. A while later, the door opened to reveal Charlie on your shoulders and you sporting the biggest smile Alex has seen since Tobin left. The bond between the niece and aunt is unbreakable, to which Alex is so thankful for. You jump over to the bed and flop down, causing the little one to fall into the safety net of pillows.

"Y/N/N, I have a surprise for you" Alex says as she opens the email confirmation of the plane ticket.

"You're pregnant again?"

"Just read this" Alex hands you the laptop and you goes from happy to crying in less than a minute.

"Al"

"Don't mention it. I could see how much you mood had changed since she left and now that our season is over, I thought you could go over and surprise her. Christen has been messaging me that Toby's game has been off since she started back" You pout and continues to read the email as Charlie crawls up to you.

"Christen said she is happy to pick you up from the airport and I've talked to the manager and you can stay with Tobs for all her games, other girls have people there too"

"Thank you Al. You're the best" You say as she hugs her sister tight.

"Get packing, your flight leaves in a few hours" Your eyes widen and you quickly pack the bag.

After the flight:

You quickly put on her Re-inc hoodie and mask before exiting the plane into the brisk London air on the tarmac with everyone else that was on board. When everyone is moved inside, you immediately see the curly haired best friend of both you and Tobin. Christen seems to have spotted you as well and they both run up to each other.

"I missed you Y/N/N" Christen said as they both pulled away.

"I missed you too Chris"

"Let's go get your girl"

The pair chat until you get your bag then enjoy the 35 minute drive to the stadium for Tobin's next game. The pair realised they were super early so they decided to get Burger King. When you check the time, she realised the game started in 15 minutes. The best friends hopped in the car and drove to the stadium vip carpark. Christen hands you a press pass to get in and points to where they are sitting.

"Conveniently it's in the Press sitting area huh?" Christen rolls her eyes at the comment and the two of them sit.

After 10 minutes or so, Arsenal runs out and you immediately spots your girlfriend sporting her 77 jersey. The ref blows the whistle and the game starts. Tobin is starting and every time she got the ball, you cheered for her. Christen asked you if you want to surprise Tobin now or at the end of the game. You didn't want to throw her off so you opted for the end of the game, which you hated. A gruelling 45 minutes later, the score was still 0-0 and someone needed to win as it was the semi-finals of the FA cup. Tobin was taking a corner and you decide that this is the best time to yell out.

"You can do it baby!"

Tobin looked at the stands to see her best friend and girlfriend sitting together. A huge smile came across Tobin's face and she winked back at you. Tobin delivered a sensational corner which resulted in Vivienne Miedema kicking the ball into the back of the net. The crowd cheered and the ref blew the final whistle. Tobin jumped over the barricades and ran up to give you the biggest hug and kiss.

"What are you doing here? Isn't the NWSL still on?" Tobin asks confused.

"We got knocked out so Alex bought me a plane ticket to surprise you. Apparently, you missed me too much and it was throwing off your game" You say smirking.

"I'm so happy you're here" Tobin says as she brings you into a tight hug.

"I love you so much" You whisper into Tobin's ear.

"I love you more my love" You give Tobin a quick kiss.

Tobin chats with you and Christen for a little before being called down by Leah.

"I have to go but wait for me in the car?"

"You know I will Tobs"

Tobin kisses your cheek and runs back to the field. You and Christen slowly pour out of the stadium with all the other people in the VIP area. While waiting for Tobin, you watch a fan-made video of Tobin’s greatest goals from the NWSL, along with the celebrations in the USWNT friendly matches between Tobin and her. Just as another one starts, the back door opens and Tobins slides in the backseat.

"Hey, sorry. The girls were asking about you" Tobin admits while reaching forward for your hand.

"Don't worry baby" Tobin rubs the front of your hand with her thumb making the slightly younger girl smile.

"Are you staying with me at the hotel?" Tobin hints.

"I'm staying with you the entire time. Your manager approved it because some other girls have people too so it would seem unfair"

"Remind me to thank your sister when I see her next"

Christen pulls up to the hotel and you and Tobin thank her for driving them around so much. The couple give her a tight hug teacher before Tobin got your suitcase out of the trunk and carried your duffel bag. Once in the room, the two collapsed on the bed and cuddled up to each other. You were feeling very sleepy as the jet lag was hitting you at once.

"Get changed my love, then you can sleep okay?"

"Too lazy Toby" Tobin pouted at your cuteness but knew you couldn't wear your hoodie and sweat pants to bed as she'd overheat.

"Want me to change you love?" You nodded and Tobin looked in your bags for some pjs.

After a successful change, Tobin got into bed and you immediately wrapped her arms around Tobin's torso. Tobin leaned down to kiss you on the forehead and let out a content hum. This is what she wants her life to be like and little does she know it's going to change for the better.

#womens soccer #woso imagine #woso x reader #tobin heath x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagines

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choicesmonthlychallengejune2022 · 3 years ago

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Choices Monthly Challenge June 2022 Prompt List

Welcome to the June Monthly Challenge!

Please feel free to use one, two, or three of the daily prompts in your creation. The days are just suggestions, you can send your submission anytime during the month of June.

Enjoy and we can't wait to see what you create!

01: interview | sunset | “Is that a new…”

02: eating | introduction | amusement park

03: practice | finish line | sweater

04: break up | new pet | “I got tickets!”

05: notebook | dying | picnic

06: reunited | new neighbor | ice / ice cream

07: baby | we've moved | “I’ve wanted to do this forever!”

08: closing | vacation | “I’d love to go out with you.”

09: date | rejection | “We won (lost).”

10: old journal | kiss | “Here’s my/Lose my number.”

11: youth | change | protest

12: blank canvass | graduation | fireplace/pit

13: Pride | dancing | “We’re all out of vanilla.”

14: last day of school | contract | beach

15: photographs | making out | sneezing

16: work of art | call back | “I can’t believe it’s over…”

17: forgiveness | new crush | swimsuit

18: texting | funeral | blanket

19: parent/father | Juneteenth | “What? Is this a new rule?”

20: wedding | undress | sunburn

21: return | audition | darkness

22: roots | shopping | “Welcome to your new nightmare…”

23: diagnosis | scrapbook | “You’re hired/fired.”

24: breakfast | midnight snack | “Someone left a gift for you.”

25: resignation | proposal | “I’ve never said this before, but…”

26: cuddles | fight | "You should throw that away."

27: birthday | death | "We’re going to be lifelong friends!”

28: application | let go | “That felt so good!”

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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If I Fell For You (Part 15) - Trouble In Paradise

Summary: The reader is enjoying settling into her newfound children’s book career and shares how important the bracelet she gave Jensen is to her. A rainy day allows the reader to enjoy her shift into motherhood despite all of the bumps that go with it. But not everything is smooth sailing for the happy couple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, mention of past abuse, nightmares, major angst

A/N: Uh oh. Big uh oh. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Two Weeks Later

“Honey bun,” sang Jensen as he stepped into your home office you’d set up in the small reading room in the house. “Must you work today?”

“I do occasionally have to work on that drawing thing,” you said. He pouted and laid out on the daybed, picking up a copy of the third book. “Give me another hour to finish with these pages.”

“Can I hang out and watch you draw?” he asked.

“Knock your socks off,” you said. You picked up your stylus again and went back to your pad, Jensen sitting up and watching from the other side of the room. “You can sit closer if you want.”

He got up and pulled over a chair, crossing his legs in it.

“I basically draw using my stylus and this pad and it shows up on my laptop screen,” you said.

“We could get you a better screen, like your own separate work computer. I know your stories are picking up a lot of steam.”

“I’m okay for now. All I need to do is finish illustrating this book and my five book deal is done and ready for print,” you said.

“Can I make a request?”

“I would love to put in a giraffe for Zepp but the story takes place in the woods,” you said.

“Baby giraffe? Maybe just in the background?” he asked.

You backed out of your current page and went to the last two where the foxes and wolves were playing with their friends. You tapped on a tree and erased it, sketching out a loose shape.

“Look up a giraffe for me?” you asked. He tapped away on his phone and pulled up a picture. “Thanks.”

You drew a picture of a rough giraffe, softening it some before adding colors.

“You’re really good at that,” he said.

“The characters are easy. Backgrounds can get boring,” you said. You went back to your original set of pages and worked quietly, Jensen watching carefully. “Yes?”

“Just wanna spend time with you is all,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Okay, baby,” you said. You worked for another hour, Jensen asking the occasional question but mostly staying silent and close by. After you sent off the pages for review you turned to him, Jensen offering a soft smile in return. “All set with work for the day.”

“Awesome,” he said.

“Where’s the munchkins?”

“A movie,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into it. “Tell me a secret.”

“A secret? I don’t think I have too many of those left from you,” you said. He opened his eyes and looked at you through his lashes. “What?”

“You said you got this on vacation,” he said, holding up his wrist, the bracelet you’d put on him two weeks ago still there. “When we were down there, I was talking to Ray and he kinda implied it wasn’t just a souvenir.”

“I was upset that day when he bought it for me. It meant I was safe was all,” you said.

“How long after did your mom…”

“A few months. She went on bed rest after that trip.”

“Y/N, I know when you’re holding back, honey. I would never judge or tell anyone anything. You know that.”

“You got hurt because you lost someone and you got hurt and it sucks right? But it’s kinda like something happened and then you heal from it right?”

“Yeah…” he said. “What don’t I know?”

“You know how anxious you were to get in the car and drive down to the beach?” you asked as he nodded. “You’ve never been afraid of a person, Jensen. It’s like that feeling...but everyday and you’re expected to live your life normally when you constantly have that over your head.”

He was quiet, glancing past you as the room grew darker from some passing clouds outside.

“Canada wasn’t the first time you saw your father since you were adopted, was it,” he said.

“You wouldn’t believe what a good lawyer and shitty laws will do for a piece of shit like that,” you said.

“You were a kid.”

“With zero physical evidence. Everything was circumstantial. So he got out and he came to apologize or some bullshit and Ray decked him.”

“The more I learn about Ray, the more I like him.”

“My mom kicked him in the nuts.”

“I really like that woman,” he said. You smiled and he moved his chair closer, pulling you into his lap. “I don’t mean to make you talk about your dad. I was curious was all.”

He went to take off the bracelet when you put a hand over it.

“I don’t want to remind you of something bad, sweetheart.”

“Like I said, I was upset. Very upset and in public and I went down to the beach to try to hide away. Ray bought that for me and told me I was safe when he put it on me. All it means to me is that you’re safe.”

“What about you? What do you have?” he asked quietly. You cocked your head and moved your hand to rest over his chest. “Alright, sort of a dumb question.”

“Not dumb,” you said, trailing your fingers down his chest.

“Guess you’ll just have to stay as close as humanly possible.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you said.

“Do you have a restraining order against your father?”

“No but that’s only because Ray managed to get him kicked out of the country. He found some loophole law. He was born in the Yukon so technically he’s not American and he got him kicked back.”

“Scratch that. Ray is my new favorite person,” he said. “If only we could send him someplace we’ll never visit like...a deserted island. Or Hell.”

“I appreciate the thought but I’m not scared of him anymore,” you said. “I am however afraid our plans of lunch at the brewery are going to get rained out.”

“We can enjoy ourselves right here. I’ve never heard a complaint yet about my grilling.”

“You know what? I got the perfect idea.”

“Okay,” said Jensen, sliding the foil packet off the grill and onto JJ’s plate. You’d decided to have lunch on the grill, sitting out under the covered back patio off the playroom. It was pouring rain but you were plenty dry there. “Chicken, marinara sauce and cheese. Then we got chicken, ketchup and baby carrots for Arrow. Zeppy wanted to try barbecue sauce and onion which sounded good to me and then Y/N went for the salmon and lemon.”

You helped the twins open up their foil packets and get their food on their plates, dicing up the chicken for them before going to your own plate.

“Daddy,” said Zeppelin while he chewed on a big piece of chicken. Jensen hummed and worked on his own food. “Can we play race cars after lunch?”

“Sure,” he said, JJ shaking her head.

“I don’t wanna play cars,” she said. Zeppelin stared at her and his bottom lip wobbled. “You’re a cry baby.”

“JJ, that’s rude,” you said, Jensen glancing at you and nodding. “Apologize to your brother.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“We’re gonna play cars after lunch and you’re welcome to join,” said Jensen. “Your brother goes along with what you girls want to play quite a bit so I think you can do the same for him.”

“I still don’t wanna play cars,” she mumbled.

“You play cars with the Padalecki boys all the time,” you said.

“Not little kid cars,” she said. “He doesn’t know how to play right.”

You saw Zeppelin getting upset again and sighed.

“There’s no wrong way to play,” you said. “Zepp’s littler than you. You gotta be the big sister and do what he wants sometimes.”

“Mom would have played dress up,” she grumbled. “Not stupid cars.”

“Enough,” said Jensen. “You’re old enough to know better.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Your brother wants to play cars. We played horses all morning long and you barely let him have a turn at that so like I said, we’re gonna play what he wants and you are welcome to join us but if you don’t want to, you can play something else,” he said.

“Baby,” she said under her breath. Jensen didn’t catch it but you did.

“JJ you’re in timeout after lunch. Ten minutes,” you said.

“I didn’t-”

“You just called him a baby. You want to make it fifteen?” you asked.

“You’re not my mom! You can’t give me timeouts,” she said.

“Half an hour now,” said Jensen. She stared at him and he shook his head. “Eat your lunch.”

Zeppelin spent half of it crying quietly and JJ barely touched hers before she was following Jensen inside. You threw your head back and sighed before you went inside to get some tissues. When you came back out Arrow was hugging him tightly.

“Let’s clean you up, buddy,” you said as you squatted down beside them. She let go of him and you wiped off his face and helped him blow his nose. “Feel better?”

“We can play dress up,” he said. You picked him up and hoisted him on your hip.

“We’re gonna play cars. Arrow, do you want to play with us?” you asked. She smiled and nodded. “Hey how about you go wash your hands and then you can bring out the bucket of cars and we’ll play out here. How’s that sound Zepp?”

“Okay,” he said. Arrow went inside and you carried him around as you collected the trash and threw it in the bag you brought out. You tied it up and left it in the corner to put in the bin later before you you walked to the edge of the covered patio, rain coming down at a decent rate. “Y/N you’re my mom right?”

“I’m one of your moms,” you said. “I’m gonna adopt you that way everybody can know I am though.”

“Cool,” he said softly, resting his head on your shoulder. “Mom can we play in the rain?”

“Hear any thunder?” you asked. He shook his head. “See any lightning?”

“Nuh uh,” he said.

“Then we can play in the rain all you want,” you said. You walked out to the grass and spun around with him, getting a giggle out of him. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked. You spun around again and he laughed.

“There it is again!” you said. He giggled and you spun around a few times until you were dizzy and took a seat. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as you noticed Jensen leaning against the post of the patio. He was smiling and you hopped up with Zeppelin, waving him around in the air until you were back under cover. You set him down and he ran over to Arrow, picking out his favorite cars from the bucket and handing her some.

“Well that might have been one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“You took a picture, didn’t you.”

“Oh several,” he said. He glanced back at the twins and then at you. “It clicked for you just now didn’t it.”

“Being a mom? Yeah.”

“You didn’t look to me on how to discipline JJ and you made him feel better and you made him laugh. You went full mom there and I’ve kinda been waiting for that.”

“I know it’s just playing they’re arguing over but I just hate...there is so much of you in him,” you said.

“I know and that feeling will never go away but it means you love ‘em and loving them is my only requirement for us working so this was actually a really good thing.”

“Those two are so sweet,” you said.

“It’s the twin thing. Oh what fun we have to look forward to when they are teenagers and they lie to us for one another,” he chuckled.

“Yeah but I’ll take it. Did you really give her a half hour timeout?”

“Fifteen minutes. She needs to share more and he doesn’t like confrontation so he goes along with what she wants but it’s not her road or the highway.”

“She’s been a little…”

“I know. Since we told them about the engagement,” he said. “We gotta talk to her on her own.”

“Let me take a crack at her first?” you asked.

“You got a hunch?”

“I don’t think having a mom again is a problem. I think the idea of losing a mom again is.”

“That makes sense considering she was attached to your hip before all this.”

“I’m gonna go see if I can get to the bottom of this. Now go play cars,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you headed inside, drying off some with a towel in the laundry room before you went up to JJ’s bedroom. You knocked and cracked open the door, catching her splayed out on her bed. “JJ. Can we talk?”

She rolled and put her back to you. You sat down on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath.

“You know your brother did what you wanted all day. You have to share,” you said. She didn’t say anything and you lay back on the bed, turning your head. She rolled back the other way and you sat up. She rolled again and you tilted your head back. “JJ do you want me to be your mom?”

“No,” she mumbled.

“Are you lying?” She didn’t move and you sat back, her face scrunched up. “Are you scared if I’m your mom something bad will happen to me?”

“I don’t want two dead moms,” she said.

“I have two dead moms,” you said. She blinked her eyes open and sat up. “My first mom, I never met her. She died giving birth to me.”

“You only had a dad when you were born?” she asked. You nodded and pulled her into your lap. “Did he get married again?”

“No. My dad was very mad my mom died. He took that out on me. He was a bad guy. He went to jail and I got adopted by my mom when I was your age. Ray was her boyfriend. He acted like he was my dad in a lot of ways. I was sixteen when my mom died. I understand it hurts, sweetie, and that it’s scary and you don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

“I thought if I was bad you and daddy wouldn’t...and then I don’t have to feel bad again.”

“I am so sorry honey but you can’t stop that feeling from never coming back. The only way you could not get it would be to not love anyone or anything and that’s not a life at all. It’s the price you pay for loving someone. Your mom was an accident. But Daddy is young and I’m even younger and I promise you will not have to feel that way about me for a very, very long time.”

“How long?”

“How about fifty years?”

“Fifty years? That’s forever,” she said.

“I’ll give you fifty years if I can be your mom and you stop picking on Zepp. Deal?”

“Okay. I’m sorry I made him cry.”

“I’m not the one that needs an apology,” you said. “Now do you want stay in here all by yourself or do you want to come play with us?”

“I can play?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” you said. You got up and carried her down on your back, setting her down to let her run off out to the porch. Jensen got up from his seat and held up a finger, ducking back inside to where you were.

“That’s what I like to see,” he said as she gave Zeppelin a hug and he handed her a car.

“I did have to promise not to die for fifty years.”

“Fifty? You got off easy. I had to promise a hundred after the accident,” he chuckled. “I should have noticed she was scared.”

“I have more experience being a scared little girl than you do. I got experience with letting people get close again too,” you said.

“How’s that working out for ya?” he smirked.

“He’s lucky he’s hot,” you said. He threw his arm over your shoulders and grinned. “Do you want to get married in the fall?”

“This fall?” he asked.

“Can we pull it off that fast?” you asked.

“Yeah. We don’t have to book a venue which is the hardest part. I don’t see why not. What’s the rush?” he asked.

“It’s easier to adopt them if we’re married,” you said. “I don’t really want to wait longer than we have to if that’s alright.”

“I’d say let’s go drive down to city hall and get a justice of the peace right now if I knew my mother wouldn’t kill me for it. How about I call up the lawyer and ask him to start prepping the paperwork as if we already were so it’s all set to go,” he said.

“You have a lawyer?” you asked. “They’d do that?”

“Y/N, honey. My taxes alone frighten me not to mention I own a business with employees and what qualifies as a business write off still confuses me and wait you don’t have a lawyer for your book deal?”

“Should I have one?”

“Greg is your lawyer now,” he said. “He’s good. He’ll do all the paperwork for us.”

“Oh good cause all the forms online were confusing the hell out of me,” you said. He shook his head and pulled you in close.

“Silly goose,” he said, a loud boom of thunder shaking the house. “Let’s get the crew inside before it pours.”

“Who wants to build a fort?” you asked that afternoon. JJ jumped up and down on the couch and Jensen walked in with an arm full of blankets and sheets. Three little hands shot up and Jensen lazily tossed the blankets on the couch, covering the three of them.

“Hm, where’d those three munchkins run off to…” he said, Arrow ducking her head out first, hair all in her face. Jensen giggled and she rolled her eyes, the other two climbing out. “Alright. I’m gonna grab clothes pins and a few more things. You guys start designing.”

You stood back and let JJ organize, figuring out her first choice of blanket for a roof was too small. Jensen returned with a bag of clips, some twine and the step ladder, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“How they doing?” he whispered.

“Picking out the roof,” you said, Arrow rushing over and grabbing his hand as Zeppelin climbed on JJ’s back and held up a sheet over the two of them with one hand. You smirked and she let out another eye roll.

“Daddy, can you pick up Zeppy so then he can put the blankie up? I told them they’re too small,” she said.

“Sure,” he said. “Tell me where you want it to go.”

Twenty minutes later the family room was covered with sheets, tied off to the stairs, chairs, the ceiling fan after Jensen broke out the larger ladder to get up there and assured you it wouldn’t bring the whole thing crashing down.

“Can we sleep in here tonight?” asked JJ.

“I don’t see why not,” you said. “There’s plenty of room on the couch. We’ll bring down your comforters when it’s bedtime,” you said.

“Can we watch Cars?” asked Zeppelin, glancing at JJ.

“Okay,” she said. She gave him a hug and picked him up, Jensen smiling to himself as he looked on.

“Can we get pizza for dinner like a real sleepover?” asked Arrow.

“We did cook up all the chicken at lunch,” you said, giving Jensen a side eye.

“Yeah we’ll get one,” he said. “Why don’t you turn on your movie okay? We’ll be right there.”

You let Jensen pull you into the kitchen, smirking as he picked you up and sat you on the counter.

“Seems like today’s crisis has been averted,” you said.

“I’m sure they’ll go back to tormenting each other tomorrow but I’ll take it,” he said, reaching into the drawer next to you, pulling out a menu. “So. You interested in pizza?”

“Oh that looks interesting,” you said, taking the pamphlet out of his hand and tapping at a special. “One cheese, one speciality, boneless wings and garlic bread? My little carb loving heart is in love.”

“She’s not the only one,” he said, leaning up on his tip toes and kissing you.

“Are you coming?” groaned JJ from in the fort. You shook your head and Jensen kissed your neck, even nibbling before he pulled back. You smacked his chest and he set the menu down, giving you a wink.

“We’re coming in right now. Don’t wait for us kiddo.”

You woke up sweating, Jensen shushing you, arms wrapped around you. You took a deep breath and caught the clock said it was almost three. You turned in his arms and buried your head in his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“You’re okay. Bad dream is all,” he said softly. You nodded and started to relax, flinching when there was more thunder. “Hey, it’s okay. Nothing’s gonna get ya.”

The thunder shook the house and you tensed up. Jensen pulled the covers over both your heads and you crammed in as close as humanly possible when more thunder hit.

“Honey look at me. Please look at me.” You lifted your head and saw a horrible face in front of you, a scream ripping out of your throat.

“Y/N,” you heard as you woke up absolutely drenched, Jensen’s hands on your face. “Honey, talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“Night terror,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, JJ used to have them. I didn’t know adults could get them,” he said.

“Can I have a cold washcloth? And some water?” you asked. He got out of bed and padded into the bathroom in his boxers, settling back into bed and handing you the water. You drank it down while he wiped off your face and neck, running it over your head. “Thanks.”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mostly feel embarrassed.” He frowned and you put the glass on your nightstand, staring down at your sweaty shirt.

“Should I call Ray?”

“It was a stupid nightmare. I’m fine,” you said.

“You were sat up eyes wide open and talking and shouting and I couldn’t wake you up,” he said. “I know adults really shouldn’t be getting night terrors so maybe something triggered you or something during the day.”

“I know my triggers and I know when it’s just a stupid nightmare. Back off,” you said. You got out from under the hot covers and went outside to the balcony, the air nice and cool from the storm earlier. The slide of the door was loud in the the quiet and you rubbed your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve seen you have nightmares. That was a lot worse,” he said.

“I thought I saw someone watching the house earlier.”

“What?”

“It was the neighbor’s kid, the teenager. It was his friend and he came over late but I thought...it freaked me out. That on top of thinking about the fact my father is not rotting in a jail cell most likely sent me over the edge,” you said. He walked in front of you, resting his hands on your arms. “I’m okay. Needed some air was all.”

“Alright. Tell me if something like that happens again?” he asked. You hummed and he gave you a kiss. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s head on back to bed.”

“What do you mean?” you growled into the phone the next evening. Jensen lifted his head from his book in the family room and you walked away, stepping out to the private patio area on the side of the house. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s been fifteen years. He has every legal right to be in the country.”

“In the country! He got an apartment seven minutes from where I live!” you said. “I have little kids here, Finn. Tell me there’s something I can do.”

“I can get a restraining order-”

“That doesn’t mean shit to him. I need him fucking deported. I need him gone.”

“Y/N, you know me. I have never agreed to it but he paid his debt as it was assigned and he quietly followed the law. He did what he was supposed to and I’m sorry but until he does something, I can’t do anything besides help you and your fiance’s family get a restraining order.”

“So until he does something horrible again, I can’t do anything about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No Finn. I appreciate the heads up but...I have to go.”

You hung up and squeezed your phone tight. He knew where you lived. He was minutes away and there was absolutely zero help until something went wrong. You sat on a bench and bounced your leg. Nothing could go wrong. You couldn’t let anything go wrong. Who knew what the son of a bitch would do to any one of them.

You stopped bouncing your leg just as you heard the door open. You lifted your head and stood, spinning around to Jensen standing there.

“Everything alright?”

“Actually no.”

“Who was on the phone?”

“My ex,” you said, swallowing. You crossed your arms and thought of the things Jensen had told you about acting and getting in character and all that. You were gonna destroy him. Fuck you were going to end up shattering him into a thousand pieces he’d never put back together.

You couldn’t really lie just to keep them away from him, could you?

You saw Arrow run past in the house and made your face hard. Broken heart but safe kids was worth it.

“I thought you didn’t talk to him anymore,” said Jensen. You turned up your chin and he smiled. “You are the worst actress in the world. Who was it really?”

“I think we’re moving too fast and I want to take a break and I would appreciate it if you gave me my space to figure this out on my own.”

“Uh, what?” he said. You brushed past him and he followed you in, all the way up to your bedroom. You got out a bag and he flipped it shut. “What the hell is going on? Who was on the phone?”

“My boyfriend,” you said. He stared at you and you sighed. “You’re a great guy but I’m sorry. I can’t do the house and kids thing. I want to go see the world and not be tied down and you’re just...you’re too damn old for me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe you should have trusted your first instincts when you saw me and Doug,” you said. He stared at you while you shoved some clothes in a bag. You slung it over your shoulder and he caught the backside of it. You took off your ring and put it on the table by the door, Jensen dropping his hand. “I just can’t do this anymore. It wasn’t you. I’m sorry. I really need to go.”

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A/N: Read Part 16 here!

#spn #supernatural #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen x reader #jensen series #rpf #rpf series #spn fanfic #jensen ackles fanfic #supernatural fanfic

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achillieus · 4 years ago

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we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, angst, too much tension, bucky and reader are stupid and in denial, sexual tension all around the place

tagging: @tonystankschild

(other parts) (masterlist)

part 2/3:

And then it’s the last week of February and you have an assignment together, you and Bucky, the boy with black hair and a mind that you’re certain is not as clever as he insists it is. You know this cannot possibly end well. You feel it when he sits beside you and his knee brushes past your leg. You feel it when you take a breath and smell his aftershave. Sandalwood and vanilla. It makes you want to lick your lips. Please, get a grip. You try to get away, even propose to write the whole thing alone so you wouldn’t have to spend any time around him. In your mind, you call it self defense. But Bucky’s boastful and you can see him pumping the muscles in his neck, trying to intimidate you.

“My dorm, tomorrow at 7,” he says “Don’t be late.”

(your late night instagram search history)

(00:38 AM) #literaturememes

(01:15 AM) @buckybrns

(01:30 AM) #newgirl

(01:50 AM) @buckybrns

(02:10 AM) @buckybrns

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when he’s not around.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that everyone, boys and girls, adore him alike. He’s charming, he’s crafty, he’s brilliant. He’s everything they want him to be and even more. It nearly condones his megalomania.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s aware he has an audience. Always plans his moves, knows how to play his character perfectly. He wears dark designer jeans and plain Henley shirts, buttons open, fabric tight around his biceps. Sometimes even a black leather jacket and a tag necklace. Girls are intrigued by the bad-boy, straight A student contrast, while the boys are envious enough keep him close and invite him to all of their parties. Bucky gives them whatever they need.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s utterly lonely. He has never said so, but it’s the truest thing about him. He has Sam. But for how long? Bucky’s used to people going away. It has been imprinted on him. His best friend, Steve, left with his girlfriend in an exchange program last month and Natasha, the one girl he ever came close to loving, just started dating Clint Barton. Clint fucking Barton. What a downgrade.

And then there’s you, sitting at the end of his bed, playing with the ring in your finger, reading some neatly written lecture notes. Usually, Bucky would think about 129 cheeky comments he could make to a girl in his room. But not to you. Are you sure, Bucky? He has grown accustomed to disliking you. It’s the one constant he has left and he’s not planning on losing it.

He leans down and takes the place next to you, a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

He offers and you decline.

“We need to concentrate on the project.”

“You’re the biggest killjoy.” Bucky says with a hint of a smirk.

“I’m studying, Bucky.” He can see your left hand holding that dark green pen in a tight grip and your eyes trying to focus everywhere but on his face. He can see your hair glistening in the warm afternoon light that comes from his window. He can see the soft red blush on your cheeks and the beauty mark on your neck. What a tricky thing it is to see. And to feel. And to want.

Is that what dislike tastes like, Bucky?

He talks a lot, that’s the first thing you notice. He says all sorts of things, most of them having nothing to do with your project. You’re certain it’s because he’s feeling as uncomfortable and agitated as you. But still, it’s annoying as hell.

“Listen,” you say and turn to his side “I’m not going to fail this class just because you have the attention span of a two year old.”

A laugh escapes his lips and you watch, completely in awe, the way little wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. Right now, he looks tender and warm. No, he doesn’t.

“I think we’re both pretty smart,” Bucky says nonchalant and wets his lower lip with his tongue, before he adds, “We’ve got this, so relax doll.”

There are rules, things that are solid, de facto.

Example 1: Bucky never praises you. At least not out loud.

Example 1: Not valid anymore.

Example 2: Bucky uses the word “doll” approximately ten times a day. To other girls. The girls he likes. Not to you.

That’s actually wrong, he called you doll the first time you met. That doesn’t count. He didn’t know you then.

Example 2: Not valid anymore.

It feels foreign. Pleasant and beguiling, but foreign.

“You always call girls “doll”. What is this?” You ask and he looks up. “Is it like your thing, your flirt move?”

Bucky meets your gaze, his forehead creased, and holds it for some seconds before he laughs again. Is this amusing him?

“No, I’m serious.” You bite your lip. “You even did it to me when we first met.”

“I did?”

Of course he doesn’t remember, what did you expect?

“Yeah, when you helped me find the admission office.”

“And you remember that, an entire year later?” He raises his eyebrows, looking entertained and partly interested.

Your mind empties and for some time you feel out of place, embarrassed. But you’re quick to recollect yourself. You can’t let him get you.

“It was my first day as a college student, I remember all of it.”

Liar. You don’t even remember who you sat next to.

Bucky smirks a little too long for your liking and then he leans in, his body bending in a way that makes you forget to breath. He’s so close and you only see blue, a rare kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the brightest shade of the sky at noon. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t that handsome. Handsome and indomitable. What an awful combination.

“Interesting.” He whispers and lies back, touching the wall.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and clear your throat.

“I should go, it’s obvious we’re not making any progress.” You pick your books and stand up. “Sometimes I wonder how you get all those perfect grades, you clearly-” You merely finish your sentence before he grabs your arm and swiftly, he has you pressed against his wooden bookcase. You don’t have time to blink.

What’s happening? He was sitting down a second ago.

“That day,” he says while his thumb draws circles on your wrist. “You were wearing a denim dress and some Saturn shaped earrings. And you were holding a cherry juice box.”

It’s utterly terrifying how your emotions toss and turn the moment you realize what he’s talking about and the fragile muscles of your heart ache because Bucky cares. Bucky remembers.

“It wasn’t my first day of college, but I remember.”

You want to throw up. Or kiss him. You’re not sure. You know you hate Bucky. Do you? You’ve taught yourself to. And it was never supposed to change. It shouldn’t have to.

You part your lips to say something, anything, but he shakes his head and steps back.

“You should go.”

And you do. And you’ll never tell him, but you’ll always regret not kissing him then. You’re sure now.

your inbox, the next morning

(10:25 AM) from [email protected]

I’m sending you our assignment. You only need to add a few things and it’s done. If anything else comes up, it’s better we work on our own.

For Bucky, it all came crashing down the moment he first saw you. It was all over the moment his eyes met yours. A gourmand perfume lingered in the air around you that day and it stained his pores. And it’s been with him since then. Clinging onto his flesh.

It’s partly obsessive and partly romantic and Bucky tries to keep it locked inside. He thinks he can make it go away easily, the way he flicks a crumb off his expensive cashmere scarf. He thinks if he doesn’t talk about it, it’ll be less true. That’s not how things work, Bucky.

Yeah, he’s starting to notice.

And he’s trying so hard to hate you. The problem is, he doesn’t think he can.

(his late night instagram search history)

(00:45 AM) #tomfordperfumes

(01:30 AM) @y/n

(01:50 AM) #funnycats

(02:15 AM) @y/n

(03:45 AM) @y/n

You make it your mission to avoid him and it’s going well until the fifth of March. You spot him at Sam Wilson’s party. You should have known he’d be here, they’re friends. There’s a thick cloud of cigarette smoke all around, but still, you can perfectly see him. He’s standing alone, his skin changing colors under the neon lights, a plastic cup in his hand, eyes crystal blue and swollen and fixated on you.

The room is small and everything feels known but unfamiliar at the same time; the atmosphere, his gaze, the lump on your throat.

They’re suffocating you, the looks you give each other.

“Buck, what do you want?” Sam asks, holding both vodka and gin and he observes the way Bucky merely turns his head to look at him.

What do you want Bucky?

Not to play a role anymore. For Steve to be back. Maybe, Natasha. No, he hasn’t thought about her in a month. Perhaps a Pulitzer Prize. Definitely a new pair of sunglasses. But there is one more answer he has behind his teeth.

Y/N, he almost says. Always.

“Vodka.”

He leaves before midnight and you can’t remember where the urge came from, yet you’re following him. You know he has noticed. But he just keeps walking until he reaches the door of his dorm and presses his back against it. He sees you and you see him and his eyes cut your heart open.

“Your place is on the other side of the building.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I just never got to say good job on the assignment and I wanted to.” You are unable to meet his eyes. You sound pitiful and you want to hit a wall; with your head.

Why the hell did you follow him here?

Because sometimes you do stupid things.

Bucky mockingly opens his mouth, as if shocked. It almost makes you groan.

“Did Miss high and mighty just comment something nice about me?”

“Why do you have to contradict everything I say?”

He shakes his head and you can feel your heart beat loud and irregular and it’s not because you’re mad. It’s because he’s coming closer, almost chest to chest now. And it’s because you can swear, he just glanced at your lips.

“Someone has to, you can’t act like you know everything all the time.”

“I don’t do that, you don’t know a thing about me Bucky.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re Y/N, you like plaid skirts and Homer and dark green pens. You expect everyone to be perfect. You expect yourself to be perfect. And you always want to do the right thing.”

His pupils are dilated. Yours must be too. Bucky Barnes is dangerous and fatal. He makes your blood coil and your mouth dry. And there’s a tension, almost pain, almost agony, deep in your lungs and it burns. And you don’t know who leaned in first, probably you because Bucky isn’t that brave yet, but suddenly your hands are everywhere. Your fingers blending in his hair, his digging in the skin on the back of your neck. He’s bringing you closer and it’s a mess and all you can hear is the beating of your heart; a rapid vibration between your ears. It’s pure and raw and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

He tastes like ambrosia and a year-old despair and you think you can go on forever. You eventually break apart because you both need to breath and for a second you worry because he looks like he’s ready to cry, but instead he smiles, softly touching your cheek.

“Did I do the right thing?” You whisper.

...

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littlemisslipbalm · 4 years ago

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“your turn”

Harry Styles was a romantic. He hated weddings. Rori Williams was practical. She hated weddings, too. How could she deny a man who had just drunkenly confessed his love for her at a wedding? Even if it was completely and totally untrue.

A story of two semi-strangers to lovers with weddings, drunken confessions, and girls with two names.

gif has nothing to do with it but he looks fancy and i like it :) tpwk

Hi! this is for @meetmeinfleetwood to lovers fic challenge! and it’s a little cruel of me to post it today after those wedding pics came out but i have been working on this for awhile and tomorrow’s the deadline so if it’s too soon im sorry and if its just what you need enjoy! I used prompts 12 and 15! It’s my first ofc story which is a little strange for me but i wanted to use a name for this, but besides her hair and eye color and a name she’s pretty generic,,, idk thank you all for always reading and all of that. lmk what you think and reblogs are always really appreciated

Word Count: 9.3k | Warnings: drinking, swearing, implied? smut (couldn’t bring my heart to write any my apologies), harry being a silly drunk, mentions of being afraid of someone taking advantage of someone under the influence but ofc no! actual any misconduct -- a SITCH wedding!!! so cute ::))

Harry Styles was a romantic.

He loved love songs that professed their undying love for their significant other. He loved romance movies, rom coms especially, because they were happy and in love and he got to cry and laugh all in one. He loved writing his own songs about love and he loved spreading the idea of loving and treating others with kindness. He loved first dates and the relationships that sometimes sprouted out of them. He loved reading books about love and how to make it last. He loved poetry that waxed eloquent about love. He loved love.

He hated weddings.

Well, he hadn’t always hated weddings. In the beginning, they were like every other aspect of love, he loved them. But slowly, as he kept receiving announcements of engagement and wedding invitations and he kept not sending out letters of his own, his aversion grew.

Sure, he still loved going. He still wept for the happy couples when they committed themselves to each other. He still clapped profusely and danced to the dj or live band. He still tried to enjoy it. But with weddings he had a nagging sense in the back of his head reminding him that he still hadn’t found it yet. Each of his relationships had fallen short in some way as to not lead him to this destination. So when he sat at his assigned table at these various gatherings, he held a bit of apprehension, a bit of envy, about everything going on. He knew that his smiles were all a little forced and his laugh not quite genuine. His thoughts always managed to be controlled by his green-eyed monster that he always attempted to keep locked away. But at weddings, especially when the alcohol started flowing, he had a harder time controlling it.

Seeing all his friends getting together, getting married, and having children wore on him. Wore him thin more than he ever let on to anyone but his therapist. And his therapist couldn’t seem to give him a better answer than to be patient and not give up hope.

By 2021, Harry had decided that maybe he was just meant to be alone. Love was something he could admire, but it wasn’t meant for him. He could chase it, but it would never let him have it. He was unlucky in love and by Sarah and Mitch’s wedding in the Spring, he had come to terms with it.

He had even been optimistic for it, being Mitch’s Best Man and all had gotten his hopelessly romantic heart all aflutter. He was introduced to Sarah’s Maid of Honor, Renee Williams and she had been lovely. She was 31, a little older than Harry - but age wasn’t something that deterred him, and she had worked with Sarah in Los Angeles before Harry recruited Sarah for the band. They were best of friends and Sarah had known for a long time that Renee would be her Maid of Honor.

When Harry met Renee, he was sure that she was meant to be his person. She was beautiful and hilarious, her beauty mark at the side of her lip was so utterly unique he called her a “right Marilyn”. She insisted she was not a Marilyn Monroe type at all and had laughed. Harry had charmed her with his expert flirting and claimed that just because she was a brunette didn’t mean she was a Marilyn. She had smiled and bantered through the rehearsal dinner with him at her side. He was entranced, it had to be Renee, he had been so sure of it.

When Renee had walked down the aisle just before Sarah, Harry had been sure of it. When Renee had smiled at Harry as Mitch slipped on Sarah’s wedding band, Harry had been sure of it. When he had hooked his arm around hers as they walked down the aisle and into a foyer, Harry had been sure of it. When she laughed at his jokes while they waited for their wedding party photos to be taken, Harry had been sure of it.

When Renee walked up to Harry at the reception with another man wrapped around her, Harry wasn’t so sure of it anymore.

“Harry, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Corey,” Renee smiles giddily between the two men.

Harry’s eyes widen slightly at the word ‘boyfriend’ and he swallows harshly before blinking and putting on a sweet smile. He thrusts his right hand out for Corey to shake.

“Hullo, mate,” Harry says happily.

Corey greets Harry, extending his hand to meet Harry’s with a warm smile and a “how are you”. Harry laughs boisterously and takes a sip of his champagne flute. They shake hands with a firm up and down motion.

“Planning on getting really drunk,” Harry says in response to Corey’s question. “Have a great night, you two,” he finishes and stalks off for a refill.

Renee watches him go with a little bit of a confused look on her face. She sees him tilt his head back and finish his drink before turning to face her boyfriend and peck his cheek. She mumbles to him, “He’s a really nice guy, wouldn’t stop chatting my ear off the past few days. All these people must make him antsy.”

He nods back to her, “They must.”

Harry sidles up to the open bar, discarding his empty flute and exchanging it for a much stronger drink.

“Tequila. Neat...Please.” He sighs and runs a hand through his curls that are slowly becoming less and less coiffed. His fingers slide to the collar of his shirt and tug, attempting to loosen it a little.

“Rough night already?” Someone asks from beside him.

His face turns to them and sees a smiling brunette. Her eyes are big, larger than most eyes he’s come across. They’re brown with tinges of gold and green, likely making them hazel by her standard since most people prefer saying hazel eyes to brown. Her smile is bright and clean and if Harry hadn’t already heard her speak he would assume she was American from that smile. It was perfect, too perfect - the teeth both straight and blindingly white.

He raises his eyebrows at her and thinks about his response. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, leaving them parted, but he remains silent when the bartender hands him his tequila. Harry wraps a specifically less ringed hand tonight, he had forgone his ‘H’ and ‘S’ rings as well as the rest of them actually on his left hand. His right hand still had two: the large flashing lavender gemstone encrusted in a gold casing from Stevie Nicks on his middle finger and then a clean gold signet ring with little crosses on the sides on the adjacent ring finger. Every other finger was noticeably empty. So when he picks up the glass there is no familiar clink which draws the attention of himself.

The woman doesn’t pay any attention to his hand, she’s still waiting for him to respond to her question, as well as waiting for her other drink to be made. She was taking advantage of the two drink system and getting two for herself right now, so she didn’t have to come back until much later.

“You have no idea,” is how Harry decides to respond and then turns to leave. He forgets about the woman and sits at his assigned table for his entire drink, talking casually with the people who come to speak with him.

When he's finished, he goes back to the bar to order a second tequila. He thinks about the girl who had stared at him with her big brown eyes. How she had seen him and thought to ask how his night was when it seemed to be going to shit. And how he had blown her off with barely a glance. God, he could be such a prick. After he receives his drink, he forgets yet again and continues to drown his sorrows in the golden liquid that helps him numb the pain that he had once again missed out on his fairytale love story.

The girl Harry had run into sat in the corner of the ballroom for the majority of the night. She settled on just having that first round of drinks for herself and one glass of obligatory champagne during the toasts. Other than that, she had promised herself she wouldn’t get drunk and go off with a random stranger. This was not a wedding for that. This wedding couldn’t be for that. She just needed to keep her head low and try to have a semi-pleasant time.

When she was nursing her champagne through the toasts, the man at the bar caught her eye again. She knew who he was. He was the Best Man after all. Sarah talked about him a lot, even Renee after the past few days, but seeing him at the bar had been the first time she’d ever seen him up that close. It was strange, he was so human. So tangible in that moment. His shoulders shook with each breath he took. His fingers tapped as they waited for his drink. His green eyes blinked and darted around as he took in his surroundings and even looked at her. He simply was and it had startled her to see him in a slightly bewildered state at the bar, but again, she wasn’t one to judge.

Get through the wedding. Try to have a semi-pleasant time.

It was time for the Best Man’s speech. Renee had just given the Maid of Honor’s and now Harry was up. He stood up and wavered a little as he tried to stand up straight. The neat tequila likely makes his stance a little harder to maintain. Mitch looks up at Harry at his side and smiles fondly.

Harry raises one hand in an awkward wave while the other is planted firmly on the table.

“Hullo,” he starts, “I’m Harry and I’m the Best Man, but I’m sure you knew that already.”

The entire group of guests laugh wholeheartedly, taken by the talented young man.

“To start,” he stutters, his words slurring slightly from the alcohol he’s had, and his smile slithers into a smirk. “Let’s hear it for the bride and groom, the lovely Sarah and Mitch Jones!”

Queue the laughter again. Harry laughs too when Mitch slaps his arm playfully, he turns to look at him with a mock ‘what did I do wrong’ expression.

“I had a speech written out, took a week to write, made it nice and poetic for these two lovebirds, but it seems I’ve misplaced it,” he pats at his pockets and sighs before rubbing his forefinger at his bottom lip. “I hate weddings.”

Everyone laughs again, thinking he’s joking. Harry grimaces but it passes as a smile even though she can tell it doesn’t meet his eyes.

He rambles on for a few minutes about love and commitment, how this is just the beginning for Sarah and Mitch and everyone laughs at the appropriate times and just when he’s wrapping up, successfully stumbling through his messy mind, everyone begins to clap.

“To the happy couple…” queue applause, but she sees him say something else, it’s drowned out by the crowd cheering and clinking glasses again.

He sits back down, downing his champagne glass that’s been refilled twice already during the speeches. Mitch leans over and whispers something in Harry’s ear as he twists a hand through his hair. Harry shifts away from Mitch and gives him a look, telling Mitch that he’s fine.

The party goes on, a few more speeches, a few more glasses of champagne for Harry, a few more sighs from the girl in the back of the room.

She watches the first dance of Mitch and Sarah but once that part is over she slinks off. She’s got half a drink left and all she wants is to be alone. Tired of the party, tired of the people, tired of having to try to have a good time. The Rowland-Jones Party had rented the entire place out, so she wanders out of the main room and down a hallway until the music is a faint buzz in her ear. The air grows colder as the amount of people dwindles from over a hundred to one.

There’s a door to her right that has an intricate golden handle that she pulls down on. It opens quietly onto a similar ballroom that is slightly smaller than the one the party was going on in. It’s quiet and spacious, her steps echo as she enters on heeled feet. The clicking of her satin stilettos resonate against the linoleum. She walks to the center of the room and turns around herself, lifting her head to the light in the room. An ornate chandelier is still above her, it’s the same gold as the handle that let her in. Her eyes travel to the walls that contain swirls of gold as well, everything was encrusted in gold and splotchy vintage mirrors. It was beautiful and she saw herself in the reflection of one of those splotchy vintage mirrors and actually felt beautiful in that moment.

No one else saw her but herself and she thought she was beautiful, a fleeting thought as she watched her body move. No one to watch as her reflection swayed with her. Her lavender dress swished back and forth, the end of it brushing around her ankles. The tulle fabric climbed her torso, cinching at her waist and draping over her breasts. The sleeves fluttered over her shoulders and ended midway down her upper arm. The somewhat sheer material made her tan skin look all the more carmely in the golden light of the chandelier. Her pendant necklace was silver and glinted in the light as it sat evenly over her exposed clavicle and decolletage.

In the corner opposite of the door there was a single table with three chairs. It seemed whoever was meant to put things away had grown tired and left these out. She wasn’t complaining as she crossed the floor to take a seat. It was the perfect escape. It was quiet and not too cold in the room, which was especially nice since she had left her jacket in the coat room. What wasn’t so nice is that her phone had died and she had nothing to do in the room. It wasn’t horrible though, she had wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She just feared what would happen if she sat alone too long with no escape of the internet to drown those thoughts.

That contemplation was squashed with an unwitting solution not ten minutes later. She had been sitting at the table, sipping her drink occasionally and staring at the chandelier. Sighing with content that it was finally silent beside the clink of her melting ice cubes. The house mixed drink was strong, but with each passing second it grew more and more diluted. She considered herself completely sober.

She only questioned that when she noticed a second person in the room. She hadn’t heard them open the door, but she heard their loud footsteps shortly after.

He all but stumbled in and was entranced by the chandelier like she had been. He walks to the center in a similar fashion and twists around, only this time his balance isn’t as good as hers. He ends up on his ass, legs splayed in front of him and hands behind him only cushioning his fall a little. He lets out a huff, “Fuck.” He runs a hand over his face before bringing it down to look around the room again. His eyes are foggy with alcohol, everything hazy and slightly blurry. It feels like he’s moving with superspeed but as she watches him with a tilted head she wonders why he’s moving so slowly.

He squints while looking around after a moment, running a hand through his thoroughly tousled hair. His tongue comes to wet his lips, but this time it's for a touch too long like he’s genuinely tasting the liquor on them. She raises her brows, observing him, her presence seemingly unknown.

“Oi, you!” He slurs the words and points lazily at her reclined in her chair. “Are you real?”

She half smiles and replies with a simple ‘yes’.

“I like your dress,” he says merely like he was stating a fact rather than giving a compliment. His hair falling into his eyes again despite him just pushing it back.

“Thanks.”

He makes his way to standing, his process rather ungraceful. He twists onto his hands and knees and begins to push himself up. He slips once before making it to full standing, he sways slightly and looks around again like he’s forgotten why he stood up. His eyes land on her again and he decides to make his way over to the table.

“You should probably sit,” she says, watching him splay his arms around him to keep his balance. She had seen him an hour and a half ago and he seemed fine, but now he seemed absolutely and utterly pissed.

“Thanks, mum,” he says as he thunks into the seat beside her, his hand waving off her suggestion.

Her brows raise at the slightly rude comment, but she leans back in her seat still observing him.

“Why do you hate weddings?” She asks once he’s settled and has his head propped up with one of his hands. She takes a sip of her drink as she watches him scan her face again, trying to see if he recognizes her.

His mind must come up empty, a vague memory of the bar slipping away without a second thought.

“It was a joke,” he shrugs.

“No it wasn’t,” she replies easily.

His eyes narrow and he leans forward a little shakily, “Who are you?”

“Aurora.” She licks at her own lips, a stray bit of liquid lingering on her lips.

“That’s a Disney princess name,” he says, unconvinced, how most drunk people were when you told them the truth.

“And my great-grandmother’s and mine,” she responds, a grin playing on her lips as she watches him think it over. “It’s wild how multiple people can have the same name. Did you know people can share a last name as well?”

He leans back in his chair now, unhappy with her snarky response.

“Isn’t that why we’re here, two people joining together and sharing the same last name now?” He threads his fingers as he speaks, mimicking something coming together.

“Yep,” She perks at the question he poses. “You still didn’t answer my question.” Her brows raise once playfully.

“What?” Harry seemed to have lost the plot, his fuzzy drunken brain choosing to forget the first thing she asked him while in this private ballroom of theirs.

“Why do you hate weddings?” She repeats, louder and with emphasis, the words echoing this time.

“Oh,” he looks up to the ceiling and blows air past his lips harshly, “S’ a long story.”

“We got all night,” she offers, and raises her glass to her lips once again.

“A night wouldn’t even cover half of it,” he ponders seriously, his mind reeling. “I’d rather talk about you.”

“Why me?” She laughs like she’s just received the most delightful surprise.

“Because,” He starts and then sits quiet for a moment before leaning forward, elbows on the table as he peers at her, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You only just met me,” she responds. “Not to mention, you’re drunk as fuck, Best Man. Just minutes ago I watched you stumble in here and truly fall on your ass.”

“Then tell me about yourself and I’ll explain my hatred for weddings.”

“You’re awfully good at bargaining for being this inebriated.”

“I never lose my charm, no matter how pissed I may be,” he smirks and gives a sloppy wink, hair falling in his face yet again.

She scoffs, but she is rather amused and intrigued by the man beside her. His tie now completely loosened, hair falling every which way, and his green eyes set on her. The shiny shoes he wore slipped around on the ground as he shuffled his feet below him like a child wanting to go play. She figured it was just his drunk brain trying to amuse himself or something. How could she deny a man who had just drunkenly confessed his love for her at a wedding? Even if it was completely and totally untrue. She at least had to entertain the foolish notion that maybe he actually was interested in getting to know her. If anything, it would help pass the time until she could go home.

“I’ll bite,” she relents.

The smirk doesn’t leave his face, it only widens, “Only if I can, too.”

“I wasn’t saying-”

“Shush, sh-sh-shush. I know that,” he holds a hand up at her, trying to get her to be quiet. He sways again, even in his seat he looks as if he could fall over at any moment. She wondered if he might not remember this tomorrow. “I was bein’...” he licks his lips in a pause, “suggestive.”

She laughs again, knowing his sober brain probably would have chosen a more articulate and suave word since ‘suggestive’ was rather tactless and more straight to the point. If she learned anything from all the conversations she overhead about him, Harry was definitely one for tact.

“You were something, that’s for sure,” she wraps a hand around Harry’s wrist, she draws the hand down from its hovering state and lays it against the table again. She withdraws her own hand back to her glass, her drink almost completely gone now.

He smiles, pleased with himself, but unaware that his charms had worn off with his exorbitant amount of alcohol consumed. At least on this girl they weren’t working. She had never been attracted to people who were too drunk to help themselves and she always hoped that’s how others felt too. She was thankful he had stumbled in on her rather than someone who didn’t feel the same way. It made her sick to think of what someone with evil intentions might do if they came across a babbling drunken version of Harry. Pushing those thoughts away since that wasn’t the case, she decided to pat his hand once just in reassurance to herself and him that this was really happening.

“I’m twenty-five.” She states.

Harry nods, a small smile on his lips now rather than a smirk as he watches her again. He liked how smoothly she moved rather than the rest of the world in his drunken eyes, everything else was choppy and fast. She was elegant and fluid, calming even.

“I love love,” Harry says, eyes remaining on hers, no trace of a joke in his tone, “And it hates me.”

“That can’t be true,” she squints at him, a frown gracing her face for a moment at the sadness she sees in his watery eyes. Not crying watery, just watery from his drunken state.

He says nothing, waiting for her to offer more information about herself before he says anything else. This was the deal after all. She quickly realizes why he isn’t responding and sighs, conversation with drunks was tedious already, but Harry seemed determined to make it even harder.

“I’m from California.”

“They always are,” Harry mutters to himself. He ignores her hum of a question, asking what he just said with a simple sound. “All my friends, they’re either getting married or they’re already married and got kids on the way or whatever. They all found love and I’m just here with fuck all.”

She sincerely doubts what the drunken man is telling her right now, but she knows how to play the game now to get more information. “I hate my job,” she states.

“Sometimes I feel like I'm cursed, like I fucked up one too many times and now I’m doomed to never find love.”

Her eyes widen at this, he sounds so damn sad and she wishes she could take his pain away. She knew what a good guy and she couldn’t imagine why he would deserve to feel this way. No one deserved to feel like they weren’t worthy of love. His sad state truly almost brought her to tears. She’s there in a stunned silence and Harry is confused why she hasn’t said anything more about herself. It was her turn.

“What’s something else about you?” He asks, his hand fiddling with itself on the table. She notices once again that there aren’t as many rings on his fingers as what she thought was usual.

She licks her lips and reaches her hand forward. She grasps Harry’s fiddling hand and stops his movement. “I feel sorry that you feel this way, no one deserves the kind of pain you’re inflicting on yourself. I’m very very sorry for you, Harry.”

“That’s not really…” He trails off, losing his focus on her face and instead looking at their hands touching. The feeling is so intense in his buzzing body. Her touch was so calming compared to the electric feeling in his body. It felt nice.

“Can I ask you a different question and then I’ll tell you something no one knows about me?”

He nods eagerly.

“And you can’t dodge the question, you really have to answer it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“What did you say at the end of your speech? It got drowned out by applause, but I saw you say something.”

“You noticed?” He asks kind of surprised, then scratches at his eyebrow. He sees her slight glare and knows to get to his answer. “Asked when it’d be my turn…like to fall in love, y’know.”

She sighs, saddened yet again by his words. “Okay, well, here’s my secret... I hate weddings, too.”

Harry’s eyes light up, maybe he really was in love. She purses her lips and pulls back from him.

“I think you’re my soulmate,” he breathes out, again making a false confession. His drunken brain wants it to be true. He’s desperate for his search to be over, for her to be his person.

She smiles that same sad smile that she keeps getting when he says these sad things to her.

“I assure you, I am not, Best Man.”

He looks at her confusedly. She was beautiful, she was clarity to him. Her brown hair was straight with a little wave in it, like it was straightened for the occasion but never truly that way otherwise. It flowed around her head and shoulders, but she had it tucked behind both ears. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, she just simply was beautiful. Her sun tanned skin looked soft under the golden glow and Harry was sure she was an angel or something.

“Why not?” He insists, leaning forward.

She stands up from her seat. He follows clumsily behind her, standing as well. He was still taller than her even in her high heels. He smiled like a lovesick child down at her, his eyes as big as the moon. She bites at her lip as she sees him look at her so lovingly, so misguidedly. Then she leans up towards his face, up on her tiptoes and past his lips. Her hands hold him straight with them curled in his suit’s lapels. She presses a sweet and gentle kiss to his cheek, closer to his jaw than anything.

“Good night, Harry,” she whispers against his skin before pulling away.

His eyes flutter open, his looks at her confusedly, slightly unaware that he had closed his eyes at all.

“Good night…” He had already forgotten her name, something with an A...or was it an O? He’d have to ask Sarah and Mitch about the girl who had talked to him in the empty golden ballroom, the girl he had fallen in love with. He was certain. She was the one - if only he could find out her name. If he remembered this at all or if he just thought it was a dream.

She leaves the room before him and as she leaves she wonders if she maybe should have made sure he was alright, but she figured their talk was sobering enough. The night was ending and she had a sneaking suspicion that there were plenty of people here tonight looking out for him.

Harry forgot about the girl in the ballroom. Or at least he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality. He had woken up at Tom’s place where he had said he would stay after the wedding reception so he hadn’t gone home with a girl. He couldn’t remember her name so he couldn’t really ask anyone about her and he didn’t exactly have a lot of people he could ask. He wanted to ask Sarah and Mitch, but they were already off on their honeymoon and he was one of those people who would never bother a couple on their honeymoon. He was too embarrassed to ask Renee and anyone else for that matter.

So, instead, he forgot. Harry forgot about her for three weeks until Sarah and Mitch returned. He had called them for a hike and lunch the moment their plane had landed. He had missed some of his best friends. It was a lull in the year, where he wasn’t touring or in the studio, just living and writing when he felt like it. So maybe he was in need of some inspiration.

“Ah! The Jones’!” He exclaims as he walks up to their parked car at the head of the trail.

Sarah laughs and Mitch rolls his eyes, half-heartedly since he’s just as happy to see Harry as Harry is to see him.

“I missed you,” Mitch says as he brings Harry in for a hug.

“Don’t let the missus hear that,” Harry tuts while he sends a wink over Mitch’s shoulder to Sarah.

“It’s all he could talk about for the past few weeks,” Sarah jokes as she goes in for a hug with Harry. “How do you think Harry is? Hope he’s eating? I miss Harry.” She mimics Mitch’s voice.

Mitch shakes his head shyly, a smile spreading on his face after a moment. “That. Is not true at all,” he assures Harry, “But you do look a little thinner. What have you been eating?”

Harry elbows him with a grin, “I’m fine. Been bored so I’ve just been filling the time with working out.”

They start their ascent up the hill and into the canyon. Mitch nods, his worry for his friend subsiding momentarily before he says something strange.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, but you’ve been gone, about a girl at the wedding.”

“Oh?” Sarah gives Mitch a knowing look.

“Yeah, well the thing is, I’m not sure if she was real or not. I think she was real, but I was so drunk, there’s so many bits missing in my memory.”

Sarah and Mitch both laugh. “You were very drunk, H,” Mitch confirms.

Harry ignores him, “I even asked her if she was real and she said yes, but y’know people can lie in dreams. All I remember is she was amazing and she had a princess name, I think.”

Sarah thinks about the guest list. “No princess names that I can think of. What did she look like?”

Harry squints ahead of them, his sunglasses pushing his curls back on the top of his head. “She had straight brown hair, not long or short. She said she was, uh, twenty-five. She was in lavender, I think.”

“You think a lot,” Mitch interjects which earns him a glare from Harry.

Harry thinks about this part that he remembered vividly, how she had been so confident that he wasn’t. He adds, “...And I told her I was in love with her.”

“Oh god, Harry,” Sarah sighs.

Mitch gives Harry an apologetic smile.

“She didn’t buy it, but she didn’t run off either. We talked for awhile.”

“Maybe it was a dream,” Sarah says.

“Okay, let’s see,” Mitch grows to be the leader of the investigation, wanting everything for his best friend to find the love he knew he deserved. “Twenty-five year old brunettes at our wedding who are single. C’mon there weren't that many people there.”

Sarah thinks about it again. “Renee’s sister is twenty-five. I don’t remember what she was wearing, I hardly saw her all night,” she pauses, “Which is strange since she wasn’t on the job for once.”

“What do you mean ‘on the job’?” Harry asks curiously, remembering his girl saying she hated her job.”

“She’s a wedding planner,” Sarah says, glancing at him because she was almost sure that Renee’s sister was not who Harry was talking about. “But she had referred me to someone else for the wedding, she consulted sometimes and got us a discount, but said she didn’t like working with people she knew personally.”

Harry nodded, how could Renee’s sister be his girl? How could a wedding planner hate weddings? And wouldn’t it be all the more awkward if the girl was Renee’s sister? Renee’s little sister, could it be? He had no clue.

“I don’t think it’s her, though,” Sarah gives a half-smile, “She’s not super...uh, how do I say this?”

As Sarah says “touchy-feely,” Mitch interjects.

“She’s pretty cold-hearted. She’s relatively nice, but what makes her such a good wedding planner is she doesn’t get caught up in the sentimentality of it, she just understands other people’s emotions and knows how to make them feel amazing.”

“That’s a little harsh,” Sarah looks at Mitch with a strong glare. After all, he was talking about her best friend’s little sister.

“Well, what’s her name?” Harry insists, semi-off put, but knowing her secret made him think it was possible for Renee’s sister and his ballroom girl to be the very same.

“Rori Williams, think it’s short for something else, but I don’t know, as long as I’ve known her she goes by Rori.” Sarah gives Harry a sad smile and it reminds him of his mystery girl.

“Do you think I could meet her or something? I just want to know if it’s her.” Harry says as they reach the first peak on their hike. He looks out at the view from there, Los Angeles was green for once, but he knew it would quickly fade to brown and tan as the spring plants died off again from the summer heat.

“Pretty sure she’s off working on some destination wedding right now. She doesn’t like being bothered when she’s working,” Sarah gives Harry a look for two reasons as she says that. One, because she knows his next question would be to contact her anyway. And two, she’s saying how he is exactly the same, hates being contacted when he’s busy with work. “I can text Renee to see what’s up.”

Harry nods, “Please…” He begins to imagine Rori as his ballroom girl and mutters to himself, “A June Wedding…” getting lost in a silly little daydream.

“Harry Styles is asking after you,” Renee snickers over the cellphone line.

“What is this? The 1800s?” Rori sighs, as she holds the phone to her ear with her shoulder. She tries to brush her hair from her face with a flick of her head, which makes for a rather silly sight as her head and shoulder move awkwardly. “People don’t ‘ask after’ anyone anymore.”

She was in Hawaii, Maui specifically, steaming a sneaky last crinkle out of the latest bride’s wedding veil.

“Well, he still is doing it. You know how he is.”

“I actually don’t,” Rori responds, easily, ignoring the memories of her two encounters with him. “What does he want?”

“Wants to meet you or something,” Renee says easily. “Thinks he met you at Sarah’s wedding, obviously impossible since I know you scampered off half way through the reception and he was falling down drunk at the half way marker as well…” she trails off.

Rori knows her sister well and expects the next thing to come out of Renee’s mouth.

“Oh my god! Did you hook up with him?!”

Expecting this, Rori responds quickly and calmly, “No, we did not hook up, I would never... I did watch him fall on his ass, though.”

“So it was you!”

“What was me?” Rori squints her eyes at her sister over the phone and finally straightens from her steaming task. She feels like she’s only half paying attention to the conversation, especially since she had no intention of meeting up with Harry. He had been so sweet and sad, and she truly wished him the best, but she knew she wasn’t the answer to his problem.

“You!” Renee all but yells into the phone, “Are his dream girl! He’s been wondering if you were even real for weeks.”

“I’m real,” Rori sighs and crosses the room she’s in to sit at the desk she was using as a work space. She flicks through the planner she was using for the Hearst wedding, set to take place tomorrow. “But I’m certainly not his dream girl...I told him that when he said he was in love with me.”

“He what?!” Renee exclaims and hears her sister sigh once again, she knows Rori is growing tired of the conversation and is ready to offer an excuse to hang up any moment now. “Nevermind that, I’m going to tell Sarah to give him your number and the date you get back to Los Angeles. Keep next weekend clear.”

Before Rori can open her strawberry pink lips to reply, Renee is squealing a goodbye and hanging up. She felt her shoulders sag with the empty line, she reclined into the nicely plush swivel chair. This is why she stayed out of love and relationships when they didn’t relate to work, they were exhausting. Too much ‘he said, she said’ going on at all times. Color palettes, seating arrangements and menus were simple, they made sense, they could be arranged and put into place. Relationships were messy, the actual event of a wedding could even be messy, but when she planned them out, for a single moment everything was orderly and simple. She was in control. She knew she couldn’t be Harry’s dream girl because she knew she couldn’t control that situation.

Upon arriving back in the continental United States, at the end of June, Rori ubered immediately to her apartment in Silverlake. Well, it was a converted garage behind a house of a friend of Renee’s. Like most apartments in Los Angeles, it was funky, but it was Rori’s until she decided where she wanted to move. She never wanted to buy in LA and she never wanted to upgrade from the place she had called home for the past four years.

Almost immediately after dropping her pink work tote bag and worn backpack on the floor next to her medium sized navy suitcase, her phone rang through the ‘Do Not Disturb’ setting with an unknown number. A New York number. Possibly a new client, she picks up quickly and shuts the window-paned door behind her. The days were long, the longest day of the year had almost arrived, yet the sun was still beginning to set in the sky and turn the light blue into a painting of oranges pinks and purples.

“Hello?”

“Is Rori Williams there?” A British voice asks, almost timidly.

“Who’s asking?”

“...Harry.”

“I was told you’d be calling or something along those lines,” she smiles to herself.

Harry sat in his room, chewing at his lip, still unsure if the voice on the other side of the phone call was the woman he had talked to previously.

“Can we go for a drink sometime? How’s tomorrow?”

“Someone is quite enthusiastic.”

“It’s just...I’m trying to figure something out.”

“So I’ve heard,” she chuckles slightly.

“So you won’t tell me whether you’re the girl I talked to at Sarah and Mitch’s wedding will you?”

“What would be the fun in that?”

“So it’s a right Cinderella, if the shoe fits situation,” he mumbles, slightly to himself, but she hears him clearly.

She laughs.

“I don’t really care for Cinderella, I’m not really one for Disney princesses at all, actually.”

His breath catches, a foggy memory of something having to do with princesses tries to break into his mind. He couldn’t remember still and he vowed time and time again that he would never get that drunk again. Too much time lost.

“Alright, Harry. I’ve just gotten home from a work trip so I’m planning on a bath, some wine, and some terribly raunchy TV to get my mind off of my life. How about you pick a time and a place for drinks and hopefully I will show up? Great! Goodnight.”

She doesn’t wait for a response, just clicks the red button that hangs up the phone and goes on with her professed plans. Harry sits in stunned silence for a few moments, whatever he had gotten himself into was going to be a ride of a lifetime.

At a quarter past six, Harry sits anxiously at the bar top of a semi casual, semi fancy, totally cool bar he loved. It was private so he wouldn’t be bombarded with people, but it was still lively enough that it wouldn’t be dead silent if conversation lulled between him and Rori. That is, if she showed up.

His foot begins to tap, ever so persistently against the silver footrest at the bottom of the bar. His eyes shift from right to left, not wanting to order a drink before she arrives, but also not wanting to wait much longer and not order a drink. He’d waived off the bartender twice already.

She walks in, right on time, Harry had just arrived early. Her lips part into a happy smile at his anxious stance at the bar, he mirrors her expression at the sight of her.

She’s wearing a billowy white button down, the sleeves cinching perfectly at her petite wrists, cinched beneath a brown corset-like tank top. Her breasts showed their true size today in this outfit. She had the collar pulled out and the corset made it so that her cleavage was perfectly sculpted just beneath the crisp white cloth. Her pants were sleek and black, understated to draw more of a focus to her top as well as the lavender jewel inlaid pendant hanging just above the swells of her breast. Harry’s eyes dipped to that level for a moment, but quickly recovered to focus on her face. The night of the wedding had been blurry, but he was sure Rori’s face was the one of his mystery girl.

He’s shy tonight and a little more reserved than last time. He’s out of his comfortable bubble, what could anyone expect from a man so constantly watched. He fidgets with the top most button of his shirt that was buttoned and thinks about unbuttoning it to reveal a little more of his chest, but he refrains. At a friend’s wedding he feels safe, but in public he’s always watching, always aware of the possible prying eye. But like he had said drunkenly to Rori, he always maintained his charm, no matter the circumstances.

“Lavender was gorgeous on you, but this…” he gives a graceful sweep of his hand to gesture at her outfit tonight, “is extremely enchanting.”

“So you remember me in lavender? I thought you couldn’t remember me at all.” She grins as she stands directly beside him, similar to the first time they had chatted at a bartop.

Harry clears his throat at her tease, “I knew once I laid eyes on you, I would know. So now I know.”

She smirks at his reasoning and orders a vodka cranberry, both not wanting to get off her ass or look any certain way. Vodka cranberries were acceptable mature drinks, but not overly pretentious in any way. Harry tells the bartender to make it two. She looks at him with a discerning eye.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” She asks as she slides into the bar seat that seems to be trying to look vintage but was likely made no less than five years ago.

Harry sits too, more easily since his legs are longer than hers. “We met in the ballroom for the first time, did we not?”

“No...we met at the bar in the reception room.” Her hand splays to feel the stone of this counter, cold unlike the wood of the previous one. “We were about this close after you’d rudely stepped ahead of me and ordered before I could...not that you noticed. I asked if you were having a rough night and you pretty much dismissed me.” She bites her lip as she tells him the story, her eyes widen as she watches the distress roll over his features at what she says.

“Oh god,” One of his hands reaches to grab her hand to emphasize his apology, “I’m so sorry, that’s so rude. I was having quite a rough night as you would eventually see.”

He stares at her face, trying to meet her eyes, but she’s glued to the sight of their hands intertwined. He was so smooth and it was making her melt, making the walls she had purposefully put up for this date weak. She had rules, especially for guys like Harry - not that there was anyone that compared to him in her life, but she had them and she knew she couldn’t just be swept off her feet by his sweet voice and gorgeous face that has the most puppy-dog look on it.

She knows she shouldn’t but the extra ice she had added to her personality melts away, her eyes going slightly moony as she watches him visibly relax again. “No worries, I enjoyed your company upon the second meeting, even if you didn’t even remember my name after it.”

“Well,” he finally catches her eye, “That’s where I have a bit of a bone to pick.”

“Oh?”

“You didn’t tell me your real name...gave me some fake name I can’t even remember, but it certainly wasn’t…” His eyes shift to her pendant again and he looks back at her brassy eyes in the bar’s lighting. “If your name is Rori Williams, why is your pendant an ‘A’?” He says slowly, another foggy memory trying to break the surface of his knowledge but still failing.

She finally feels in control of the situation, calm and assured of herself, which was maybe unfair since it seemed Harry really had a hard time remembering that night and she could really fuck with him if she wanted to, but she wouldn’t - couldn’t - with those earnest eyes looking at her.

“I told you my real name the first time we talked, Harry. It’s Aurora,” she retracts her hand from beneath his grasp and touches at the necklace, “I go by Rori both socially and professionally, but officially it’s Aurora and this had been my great-grandmother’s. I don’t go anywhere without it.”

“Almost as beautiful as its wearer,” he smirks, his gaze stuck on her face, attempting to convey something specific. She thinks she knows what he’s saying with his look.

“You’re quite the flirt,” she rolls her eyes playfully before specifically choosing to take a sip of her drink through the little straw the bartender had put in it. It draws Harry’s attention to her lips, and after a moment they were wet with a bit of excess vodka cranberry and Harry felt himself grow a little hot at the tips of his ears when her eyes meet with his. She had caught him staring, but he recovers easily.

“I remember telling you I never lose my charm, it’s true is it not?” Harry inquires, head leaning closer to her as he takes a sip of his own drink, making a show to lick his lips after removing them from the edge of the lowball glass.

Her laughter is loud but not overbearing, Harry thinks it’s the best laugh he’s ever heard even if she’s laughing at him. She’s true in that laugh, she’s not trying to make him fall for her with that laugh, it’s just her enjoying herself.

She responds with something sweet and the two begin the back and forth of a successful date. They both drink around three drinks as the night persists, but it’s enough for her to feel the burning pull inside the pit of her belly for Harry. His hands stay relatively to himself besides a few subtle touches at her hair and hands every so often, his feet are the ones to blame. At one point in the night, he hooks his loafer covered foot around her ankle and she is quick to lean into it, reciprocating the footsie with ease. Each brush of his leg against hers is electrifying, every nerve in her body was beginning to go crazy. She was buzzing in a way that she hadn’t when she had first encountered Harry. Tonight he was more suave, but with a tinge of timidness that made him irresistible.

Harry made sure he wouldn’t get drunk tonight, ordering only as much as Rori. He didn’t want to be the fool who couldn’t remember their time together, again. Plus, he didn’t want to forget any of their time together, he wanted to remember it all. Everything about her was amazing, the feeling he had about her, the nagging desire to meet her was for a reason, he was sure of it. If her voice was a melody, then she was the most beautiful love song he had ever heard.

At 11:30, he leans in close to Rori, his nose brushing at the hair tucked at her ear and asks her if she wants to leave. She looks at him confused, the warm feeling in her stomach falls because she thinks he wants to end the night.

“Oh,” she says dejected, she swore it was going well. “Right..That’s it.”

Harry’s brows crinkle at her sad face.

“No, love, I was saying,” he raises his brows, “Y’know.”

“Oh! Right! You just sounded so...I don’t know, serious.” She sinks in her seat, realizing her presumptions had been wrong.

“I was trying to be,” he twists his lips trying to find the word, as blush rises on his cheeks. “Seductive.”

The two of them are quickly realizing they can’t pretend with each other. Rori can’t keep up the harsh facade against love with him, he sees right through it. Harry can’t play his old tricks with her, she sees right through them.

She laughs again, “Well, it just sounded like you were bored. Sometimes your moves fall really flat.” She offers a sweet wink in consolation for his failed attempt at trying to really get her weak in the knees.

They were a lovesick mess together as they clambered off their bar seats and exit the bar that had gotten increasingly loud.

“So what’s next?” She asks on the warm summer night.

He steps closer and takes the liberty of fiddling with the strap of the corset she has on. His head is tilted down as he towers over her. “You know me Rori, I’m a hopeless romantic so I desperately want to take you out for dinner sometime and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but,” his breath fans over her face now as he shifts impossibly closer, “I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me. Just tell me what you’d prefer and it’s all yours.”

Her breathing has become a slight pant as his words wash over her. His nose brushes over the ridge of hers and she takes the moment to put her hands on his shoulders and pull him onto her. They were in the alleyway beside the bar, away from prying eyes except a few people too drunk to recognize Harry's face that is all but hidden in Rori.

“Harry,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering shut as she makes the decision to cross them into the point of no return. She wants this too much. She hadn’t thought this would be how her night would go, thought she would brush him off and never see him again, but god, she needed his warm body everywhere. Needed him to touch every part of her.

“Rori,” he responds.

“I want the second one first,” she whispers, feeling a little too eager, but feeling Harry press excitedly against her reassures her.

His lips press a searing kiss to her and she makes a sound of happiness at the contact. Her hands fist at the fabric of his shirt as she presses her lips feverishly back onto his. Harry’s quick to grip at the back of her neck and the small of her back, keeping her tight to him as he licks into her mouth.

“Can still taste that last vodka cran,” he notes before kissing her again.

Their tongues rub against each other, sloppily but with a tenderness hidden there as well. She snorts at his words which makes him smile and they’re kissing is becoming more silly as they try to contain their laughter. He pulls away, finally giving up trying to maintain the kiss while they both laughed.

“Would you like to come back to mine?” Harry asks as he leans his forehead against hers.

Rori’s eyes flicker open and stare into his, the focus only on his eyes and the sprinkle of light freckles and beauty marks below them. She nods her head, making his move with it. They both smile, trying to contain their laughter once more.

She presses her lips against his once more for a small peck and then lowers her head into the crook of his neck. The skin warm and smooth against hers as she whispers happily to him.

“It’s your turn now, Harry,” Rori says blissfully.

She had been the answer to all his questions.

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