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goodbyealbert · 11 months ago
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imagine trying to explain this video to a pilgrim
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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years ago
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Masterlist 3!
Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!
IMAGINES
STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐
SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`
HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter
THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐
THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller
BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman
AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`
VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver
HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐
OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐
PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby
FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐
GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐
THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia
DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐
BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton
THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`
THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`
MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐
1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`
THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐
FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt
SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐
THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf
8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐
THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder
A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐
GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐
PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`
HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`
MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`
EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`
GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`
CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐
ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`
CONAN GRAY pushing`
MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`
JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`
ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐
BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`
KRISTEN STEWART special customer`
TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐
ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero
GERARD WAY good girl*`
GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`
RYAN GOSLING play date`
JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐
RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`
JACOB ELORDI height advantage`
MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`
CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐
SWAGGERSOULS our next step`
JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐
JOHNNY DEPP just for us`
TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`
SHIPS
family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`
HEADCANONS
showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐
NSFW ALPHABET
rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐
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freedomfireflies · 2 years ago
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TEACH ME WAS SOOO FUCKING GOOD!!
Ok this is definitely for my own selfish kinks but maybe bee could teach Harry how to get eachother off in public? some casual exhibitionism? hshdkankdnakdbuagfhd
Everybody say thank you to this anon for the idea 😭
Thought I'd add a little "teaser" for the next part of Teach Me (inspired by this request) for anyone interested!! I'm having an alarming amount of fun writing it 🙃
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You keep your expression stoic, refusing to give him the satisfaction of your awe as you watch with absolute glee at the way his lashes flutter.
“Easy,” you warn in a delicate whisper. “Rule number one…make a sound and I stop.”
His teeth grit as he leans back against his seat. “Fine.”
“Good.” You bring your fingers together until you can cup your palm around him, adding just the slightest amount of pressure before glancing back at your friends.
They’re laughing about something, you don’t really know what, but you smile and nod along as if absolutely enthralled.
And as the seconds pass, you feel Harry grow harder in your hand. Needier. He shifts at least three times a minute, clearly struggling to keep from bucking up into your hand.
You’re being as…easy on him as you can. A few squeezes, a bit of palming, and some light brushing just to tease him.
He’s gripping onto the edge of the table so tight, you’re surprised it’s not shaking. But he’s restraining himself, as best he can, and you feel oddly…proud.
And just when you can feel his resolve begin to crumble…you stop.
He exhales a long, deep breath, slumping into the chair as if completely drained of all energy, and you almost want to laugh.
“So…what did you learn?” you ask softly as you lean back in.
“That Eric’s a fucking ass,” he replies instantly, shooting you a lazy grin. “And that we’re definitely not kids in a tree house anymore.”
“No kidding,” you agree. “Anything else?”
He mulls this over, eyeing you closely. “That I think I’m more of a…hands-on learner.”
Your brow raises. “What does that mean?”
His answer comes in the form of his touch, hand outstretching for your leg, long fingers brushing across the hem of your dress. “It means…I need to see for myself.”
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Here is the link to this part if anybody would like to read the full thing! ~ Show Me* (Teach Me pt. 2)
~ Teach Me* pt. 1
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wishingicouldfly · 2 years ago
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Harry Styles is a Mermaid
Disclaimer: I am sure I’m not the first to report and share these links and images. I thought people would find this interesting, so I’m sharing my foray down this rabbit hole. I’d welcome any additional links or thoughts related to Mermaids and the LGBTQ community.
If you know anyone that should be credited for pictures here, let me know. None of them belong to me.
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In November 2014, Harry Styles had the image of a mermaid tattooed on his left forearm. The bare-chested siren joined multitudes of other nautical themed tattoos that litter his body. 
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A few days after the new tat appeared, he responded to a question at a meet and greet. 
“I am a Mermaid,” he said. 
I started the research on this post when I saw the gif with his quote about being a mermaid. Rest below the cut.
Harry Styles’ Mermaid Tattoo — The Real Reason Behind His New Ink – Hollywood Life 
I’m not going to tell you why he said he’s a mermaid. I don’t know what it means to him. I have no idea. Maybe he simply likes mermaids. Maybe he feels like it matches the themes of his and Louis’ other nautical tattoos. I can't pretend to know.
“Mermaid” as a theme, though, has a decades long association with the LGBTQ community. And I think that’s interesting in light of the imagery that Harry himself has shared and seems to connect to.
Like, that time he wore a shirt with a famous line from The Little Mermaid.
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Or in 2019, when he dressed as Ariel for a Saturday Night Live photoshoot.
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Did Harry Styles REALLY say 'I am a mermaid'? Truth behind viral photo and his Ariel look for 'SNL' | MEAWW 
Or his his whole video for Music for a Sushi Restaurant: 
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I’ve seen the Little Mermaid probably dozens of times. My child and I watched it a lot when she was growing up. And while I always knew it was an allegory for being different, I didn’t think about the deeper meaning as it relates to the LGBTQ community until more recently.
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According to this article from the Smithsonian, 
The central story of The Little Mermaid is, of course, 16-year-old Ariel’s identity crisis. She feels constrained by her patriarchal mer-society and senses she doesn’t belong. She yearns for another world, apart from her own, where she can be free from the limits of her rigid culture and conservative family. Her body is under the water, but her heart and mind are on land with people. She leads a double life. She is, essentially, “in the closet” (as symbolized by her “cavern”—or closet—of human artifacts, where the character-building song “Part of Your World” takes place).
Source: 'The Little Mermaid' Was Way More Subversive Than You Realized | Arts & Culture| Smithsonian Magazine  https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/little-mermaid-was-way-more-subversive-you-realized-180973464/
The Disney version was written by writer-producer-lyricist Howard Ashman and composer Alan Menken. 
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The character of Ursula, though, is the real LGBTQ icon. “Conceived by Ashman, Ursula is based on the famous cross-dressing performer Divine, who was associated with the openly gay filmmaker John Waters. As scholar Laura Sells explained in a 1995 anthology of essays, Ursula’s “Poor Unfortunate Souls” song is essentially a drag show instructing the naive mermaid on how to attract Prince Eric (who is conspicuously uninterested in Ariel and most content at sea with his all-male crew and manservant Grimsby). “In Ursula’s drag scene,” Sells wrote, “Ariel learns that gender is performance; Ursula doesn’t simply symbolize woman, she performs woman.” (same source as above).
A gay man in 1980s America, Ashman had personal experience with the culture wars over “family values” and gay rights. The ��Reagan Revolution” marked the arrival of the long-brewing marriage of the Republican Party with conservative Christians and included a platform that was unfriendly to gay rights, to say the least. President Reagan ignored the AIDS epidemic that swept the nation (refusing to appropriate any federal funds for research or treatment), and Republicans in general claimed the “gay plague” was God’s punishment for homosexuality. Ashman saw the film as an opportunity to advance a social message through the medium of “family entertainment.” The last thing Americans would expect from Disney was a critique of patriarchy, but sure enough, Ashman’s The Little Mermaid is a gutsy film about gender and identity—a far cry from the staid Disney catalog. (same source).
Anyone who was around in 2015 knows about RBB/SBB. But if you didn’t, the Rainbow Bears (RBB/SBB, largely assumed to be created and curated by Harry and Louis) mentioned Divine on December 1, 2015. Just after they posted about her, Harry tweeted a lyric that alluded to Divine. See below. 
Credit to @SkepticalLarrie
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There’s a whole other rabbit hole you can go down about John Waters (openly gay film director) and Divine and Pink Flamingos (Pink Flamingos: A Queer Beginner’s Guide to Family, Style and Not Giving a Sh*t | by Joe Corr | Medium. https://mandysweats.medium.com/pink-flamingos-a-queer-beginners-guide-to-family-style-and-not-giving-a-sh-t-fa9aa3e6c96f
Here’s another article that talks about The Little Mermaid being important to the LGBT community.
How The Little Mermaid Found A Place In The Hearts Of LGBTQ Fans | HuffPost UK Entertainment (huffingtonpost.co.uk) 
There was a lot of speculation about Harry being potentially cast as Prince Eric in a live action version of the Little Mermaid. I’m not sure how serious those rumors were, but I can imagine based on all of this research, that he might have found the Prince wasn’t the character he related to most.
Harry Styles fans upset over 'Little Mermaid' reports | CNN https://www.cnn.com/2019/08/14/entertainment/harry-styles-little-mermaid-trnd/index.html
To go even further down the rabbit hole, go all the way back to the original story. The Hans Christian Anderson version has a tragic ending, that doesn’t end with the mermaid happily ever with the prince. There is some speculation that the story was an allegory for an unrequited love that Anderson had toward a straight acquaintance.
The Little Mermaid Is Really About Unrequited Gay Love | by Tamara Mitrofanova | Lessons from History | Medium 
I also want to point out that Mermaids is a UK based charity organization, that “supports transgender, nonbinary and gender-diverse children and young people until their 20th birthday, as well as their families and professionals involved in their care.” About Mermaids - Mermaids (mermaidsuk.org.uk) https://mermaidsuk.org.uk/about-us/
All of this could be coincident to the true purpose behind what Harry’s tattoo means to him. We will likely never know its exact meaning to him. 
But as time passes, and we see Harry waving various LGBTQ flags and hinting at being in the community himself, I think it might bear remembering that he said he WAS a mermaid. And I think that’s beautiful, Harry.
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amberjazmyn · 7 months ago
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redamancy
𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - redamancy
𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - legit none, it's pretty much just fluff upon fluff since i know how mean i am in general when writing.
𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - pivotal moments in the story of how acting legend jared padalecki and his wife juliannah fell in love.
𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i loved the first time i wrote this so i'm happy to be writing it again but with jared padalecki instead! and because this is a jared one-shot, unfortunately it means that genevieve and their beautiful kids do not exist. and because of that, i'm going to make jared and juliannah have twins. flashbacks, if included will be in italics like always and even though it's a happy one-shot, i feel like writing it in lowercase will be a lot more aesthetic and make more sense. 
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redamancy (n.): the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full 
supernatural actor jared padalecki and his childhood sweetheart and fellow actress juliannah castellano were best friends, they were a tag team that could really be defined as soulmates. they had been best friends since they were literal kids, the both of them growing up next door to each other in san antonio, texas before (properly) reuniting in 1999 when they both started acting together in los angeles, california. 
however, another thing that was kind of obvious to everyone else but completely invisible to the young actors was that they were in love with each other. everyone noticed how flirtatious their friendship was. which always called the two youngings to also point at their older best friends, jensen ackles and his best friend danneel harris; for those two also had a similar, flirtatious friendship. the argument from there always turned out as that jensen and danneel were just at this point best friends and didn't have the intention of putting a label on it just yet, whereas everyone else argued in regards to jared and juliannah's "relationship" as something that could and very well should be labelled soon. 
whilst the two best friends tried to deny it, it seemed as if this one night, they could no longer deny it after the best friends were caught at the 2009 people's choice awards after season four had been released the previous year in 2008. this meant that the best friends had to somewhat dress up to the nines and see who out of the cw shows was going to win the big people's choice awards at the end of the evening. and, this award show was supernatural's third time at the award show since they had been nominated since 2005 when they first arrived as a tv show. and because this was the first time that juliannah was nominated individually as well as with the ensemble cast, it would be the first time that jared and juliannah had seen each other looking so dressed up for an event.
2009 people's choice awards
for the award ceremony being somewhat fancy with their dress code, meant that juliannah wanted to look somewhat better than half decent, which meant a lovely-looking dress that would then make the young actress feel like royalty and that possibly, jared and the rest of the cast would be also dressed up in a possible suit or something in that vein. and that did excite her since in all honesty, whatever her best friend was wearing, she always thought he looked amazing so, to her, seeing jared in a suit would be the best thing in the world for her. 
jared could also be seen as looking excited for another people's choice awards since it was their first nomination properly. wearing an all-white suit, jared clipped in his cufflinks as he didn't shy away from the life-size mirror in front of him. giving himself a small smile, he stepped back slightly, turning a little to the right and cocking his head slightly to the side, seeming impressed at how good he looked. 
"hey, damn, jared padalecki, you look good!" jensen complimented, before a wolf whistle followed afterwards, making both of the young men giggle, eric kripke, the creator of supernatural walked in at the sound of the chuckles 
"thanks, jay!" jared bit his lip as he couldn't hide the picture in his head of what juliannah was going to look like in her ankle-length dress, with all her makeup and hair done up. it made butterflies flutter in his stomach and his cheeks blushed a light pink whenever he thought of it 
"wow, my boys really do clean up well!" eric compliments as jared chuckles shyly as he straightens himself straight again as he gave a head nod
"thank you, eric...now i'm just wondering as to what juliannah looks like..." he shyly trailed off as jensen and eric smiled at each other before small gasps left their mouths, noticing that she was standing behind jared, the two men noticing the girl in the mirror 
juliannah was smiling softly as she waited for jared to take a second look at himself in the mirror to then notice her. juliannah was in a velvet, black slit dress that had a halter neck, the slit showed off the entirety of her right left, whilst the left leg was completely covered. her hair was in soft curls which were then brought up into a high ponytail which, when juliannah turned to look at herself in the mirror, had revealed to the now three men (jared had finally caught eyes with her) the backless detail of the black velvet halter dress. and she was wearing silver block heels that weren't too flashy but did have a couple of lines of sparkling jewel detailing around the toe area and the blocked heels. 
jared was taken aback, as were jensen and eric, for it was the first time they had ever really seen juliannah in anything that wasn't converse all-stars or jeans and a cute crop top or her supernatural costume. juliannah was smiling shyly as she placed her hands behind her back, lightly resting on her bum as she kinda waited for one of the guys to say something, anything. yet, it seemed as if they couldn't because they were too enthralled by how gorgeous she looked, they were distracted. however, jared could finally say something, albeit he stammered through the entire thing. 
"you...you look stunning jules. wow...i...yeah...you look gorgeous!" jared, the normally confident guy spoke shyly as he stammered which made juliannah smile brighter and a small giggle leave her lips - jensen and eric - once again indulging in the fact that juliannah always manages to make jared a stammering blob that reduces that confidence of his. 
"aw, thanks jar. you...you look very handsome...are misha, rob and rich ready yet?" juliannah smiles, a small cheeky wink thrown in jared's direction, once again making him turn into mush as jensen and eric try to hide their chuckles 
"not yet babe but, they should be soon," jensen smiled as he pulled his best friend and fellow actor buddy in for a hug as jared couldn't stop staring at the girl he grew up next door to
which, of course, didn't take jensen nor eric that long to realise or call out as eric rolled his eyes, leaving the room to see if the rest of his cast had gotten dressed. 
"cat got your tongue, jar?" jensen teased, noticing that jared hadn't stopped staring at juliannah
"shut up, jensen," jared whispered with a shy smile before he noticed that jensen was no longer paying attention to him and juliannah, he shot her another look at her dress and outfit 
the green-eyed, brunette actor was very quick to call out his fellow costar and best friend at his behaviour but of course, once the guy had finished blushing, alongside juliannah, that didn't stop him from his eyesight going back up and down for just one last full look before he looked back up to see the rest of his cast so they could leave for the award show. 
when it came to going into the award show and being sat at the same table for the results of who had won the award, it didn't seem too stressful for the lads and juliannah but, i think it was obvious as to why it wasn't so stressful. because they were given the opportunity to sit together whilst they were getting the results and votes now that all the "lesser awards" were done and dusted. otherwise, if they had been asked to be seated at separate tables, both jared and juliannah would have been mortified and stressed out to the ends of the earth. 
the entire award show, it had been a battle between eric kripke's sci-fi show supernatural and tim kring's heroes for people's choice favourite sci-fi show. and, unfortunately, when it came to the winner, supernatural didn't win. but, that didn't worry the cast of supernatural since jared was nominated for favourite sci-fi actor. then, it had come to jared's individual nomination when it had been announced that for the first time, jared had won the people's choice award 2009 for favourite sci-fi actor for his performance as sam winchester in cw's supernatural.
screaming in excitement, juliannah had no care in the world that she had just missed out on winning a people's choice award, she was just so proud of her boy, jared. after hugging all of her spn cast, she left the last hug to the most important person, her childhood best friend jared padalecki and the one who had won best sci-fi actor. then, with a little push and shove, she watched excitedly as the hazel-eyed boy rushed to the stage to grab his first-ever people's choice award.
after some cheeky banter about how it felt weird for jared to be up on the stage alone without his fellow cast members and said his thank-yous, a very emotional and sweet one given to juliannah, he walked off the stage.
"--thank you, guys, so much for my first ever people's choice award! it's absolutely insane but umm, i just wanna give a big shoutout and thank you to my best friend and fellow people's choice nominee, juliannah castellano, i love you loads and, thank you so much for sharing this journey with me and the rest of our spnfamily!" jared thanked as juliannah smiled, tears rising in her eyes at her best friend's words as eric hugged her sweetly as she shook her head with a giggle 
after yet another successful people's choice award show and afterparty, it was hometime for juliannah and the spn lads. when jared just stood in front of his best friend with his mouth slightly open and eyes that looked as though he was holding back tears. 
"...close your mouth jared, don't want you catching flies," juliannah smiled softly, her pointer finger barely grazing her best friend's chin before pushing it upwards, to close jared's mouth as he smiled, pulling her in for a hug as the girl smiled and accepted it straight away 
this was the moment in which jared knew he was head over heels in love with his best friend and nothing would ever change that and it was now forever engrained in his memory. falling in love with his best friend during the people's choice awards 2009. 
first date
after the 2009 people's choice awards, jared didn't waste a second longer before telling juliannah how he really felt about her. he couldn't fathom in his head why it had taken him this long but, he was more than happy that at the same time, he couldn't wait any longer before it just came out in a stammering yet with a small ounce of confidence mess that was jared's attempt to ask his best friend out on a "romantic date". the two had been on many dates before but they were what the two called "best friend dates" which was always looked at with the cheeky eyebrow wiggle and a slight sexual innuendo by the rest of the spn cast but, the two always ignored them. that was until, they could no longer ignore them and, the two actors finally revealed their feelings for each other which, like thought out, made the rest of the supernatural cast cheer, including creator eric kripke. 
for the first romantic date, jared wanted it to be memorable. of course, he did, he was that type of person. anything that he did with juliannah, he made unforgettable even though neither jared nor jared had photographic memories. even though they didn't have the most ground-breaking memories to remember everything, a simple polaroid photo made every single memory and feeling from their time together was what became the most important thing for the two of them. even though jared never forgot anything about his best friend and lover, having the polaroid photos were something he treasured. 
dressed in an off-the-shoulder maxi sunflower dress, her hair curled with white converse high tops, juliannah couldn't hide the smile on her face when jared dragged her through the art gallery. in a pair of distressed jeans and rolled up button-down shirt, jared couldn't hide the butterflies in his tummy as he held onto juliannah's hand as they looked intently at all of the artwork pieces whilst they'd occasionally stop to take polaroids of each other. 
it was during this exact date that jared knew he couldn't wait a moment longer before he kissed her on the lips. in all honesty, that was something he wanted to do back at the people's choice awards when they went as nominees and then later winners for best sci-fi actor with jared but, he, unfortunately, chickened out due to all the press and people around, the guests would then make up rumours and it could have then potentially caused a whole lot of mess that wasn't needed. that didn't stop his mind though from spinning in imagination as many a scenario played out in the brunette's head as to how, when, where and all the other bits and bobs of kissing juliannah. however, this moment right here, at the art gallery in san antonio, texas, where there were only a small handful of other patrons walking around in admiration for the pieces that jared knew he could do it and get away with it, for it was no longer a work matter, supernatural or juliannah, that it would be considered as "unprofessional" or "rumour central" if someone saw. 
carefully moving a piece of hair that was covering juliannah's forehead, "would it be absolutely ludicrous right now if i just kissed you?" jared smiled with confidence as juliannah smiled brightly, biting her lip slightly 
"not at all, jared padalecki, not ludicrous at all," she smiled, her heart racing as butterflies flew all over her body as the excitement truly started, her breathing becoming heavy and slightly loud 
the two inched closer and closer together before jared took control, his hand resting against juliannah's chin, slightly lifting it up as he then moved his mouth closer to juliannah's before his lips then encapsulated hers. it was like their bodies moulded together whilst they kissed and, it felt like it was perfect in that they were truly made to fit each other and be each other's twin flames or even soulmates. 
pulling back, the two actors started giggling, "that was fucking amazing!" jared whispered, juliannah couldn't have agreed more as she nodded her head 
"it really was. wow. can we do that again?" juliannah huffed out with the biggest smile she had ever smiled as jared happily nodded again as they kissed again and, it was a lot more passionate  
who knew the shy (in front of juliannah) jared padalecki and juliannah castellano would be caught making out in the art gallery in san antonio for their first date? clearly the rest of the supernatural cast, for they had been stalking the couple and watching their entire first date. yeah, that was a lot of explaining to do once jared and juliannah found out...
proposal
jared and juliannah dated for around one or two years before the supernatural actor went down on one knee to propose to her. it was a very sweet proposal that was very much like everything that juliannah dreamed of having her proposal as. whilst both jared and juliannah, mostly juliannah, were shy people, juliannah had always dreamt of jared proposing to her in front of the rest of the supernatural cast and their partners in a setting that called them to be all dressed up. so, after juliannah had given out that information for her dream proposal, that was when the supernatural cast, eric and jared went to work to plan it out to a perfect "t". and, they did. 
jared proposed to juliannah at an event that was disguised as her new promotion from guest star on supernatural to reccuring character all for the purpose of the engagement of jared and juliannah. so, whilst it was "advertised" to the group as the new promotion from guest star to recurring star to juliannah, to everyone else, it had been told that it was her and jared's engagement party. eric was going to make a speech which would then turn into jared being brought up to speak when he would then go down on one knee and proceed to propose to juliannah. 
looking like she was dressed to the nines, juliannah was wearing a red velvet halter dress, which jared had since become obsessed with after the people's choice awards, with some sparkly heels, her hair curled and her nails done up with a matching acrylic set. jared, also dressed up to perfection, was wearing dress pants, a buttoned-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up and his hair nicely styled with some shiny dress shoes. the couple then made their way to eric's fancy mansion for the "promotion celebration", the marquise engagement ring sitting in a red velvet box that sat in jared's back pant pocket. 
smiling and giving hugs to everyone who was at the party, juliannah couldn't hide away her smile and, it seemed as if jared couldn't either considering what he was minutes away from doing. then, with a small moment of eye contact between eric and jared, eric got his cue to tap his finger on the mic, his champagne flute glass in the other, catching everyone's attention. 
as soon as everyone's attention was caught, that was when jared, with juliannah, moved to the front where eric had just left as juliannah gave her boyfriend a strange look. taking a deep breath in, jared smiled shyly as juliannah couldn't seem to know what was happening and why her boyfriend was acting so strangely. 
"juliannah, we have been best friends ever since we were young cherubs learning how to walk. we were the two annoying brunette's and light blondes*laughter* that would lovingly terrorise our neighbourhood by constantly acting and playing basketball together every single day. so, i guess you could say we were dramatic..." jared paused which caused some laughter as juliannah watched on in awe as she couldn't tear her eyes away from her boyfriend
"...but, we've been dating for around two years and let me tell you, these last two years have been some of the best of my entire life. you make me forget that we're on a tv show about the supernatural. and since that's our job, it's kind of hard to forget that *giggles*. but, as everyone possibly knows by now, whenever i'm around you, i just stop everything i'm doing because you are the top priority over everything else. you force me to calm down and take care of myself because you know if i don't do it then i'll get too in my head and it'll cause me more stress and panic later on. you are my sun, moon and stars, juliannah and, i cannot believe i have the absolute pleasure to be your best friend and boyfriend but, i was just hoping that pleasure could extend to being your husband?" jared was near tears at this point as he slowly moved down to his knee, the red velvet box opening to reveal the marquise diamond ring and suddenly juliannah was at a loss for words whilst everyone else was nearly jumping in excitement  
"jared, what the fuck?" juliannah whispered, not expecting to be heard which causes the group to tearfully chuckle, jared included as he clenched his jaw and juliannah smiled brightly as she began to nod her head "yes" 
"oh my god, jared! yes, i'll marry you! of course, i will!" juliannah squeaked out as she flexed out her left hand, jared almost let out a sob of happiness, quickly and elegantly sliding the ring on juliannah's finger as he then came back up and picked juliannah up, causing her to squeal 
whilst the now engaged couple were celebrating privately, eric and the rest of the spn cast and other distinguished guests invited raised a toast for the couple who had rushed off into one of eric's rooms so they could have a moment together to compose themselves without everyone around them. knowing that the couple would need some alone time to let out their happy tears, shrieks of excitement and even phone their families, eric had in advance provided one for jared and juliannah so they could use it. 
"i love you so much, jar!" juliannah whispered, the couple sitting together on the bed, holding hands as jared smiled tearfully the biggest grin on his face 
"i love you too, jules!" jared whispered back, a small sniffle heard next as he chuckled at how emotional he had gotten, after promising he wouldn't 
"this ring is utterly gorgeous, jar, you didn't need to buy it, i would have happily flexed a paper ring or a ring pop. who helped you buy it? or did you get it yourself?" juliannah couldn't take her eyes off of the marquise diamond ring that was now resting on her ring finger that was the exact engagement ring she had dreamt of getting engaged with as jared smiled, a small giggle leaving his throat 
"that's exactly why i got the marquise. i knew it was your favourite but that you also wouldn't have expected it. i'd also marry you with a paper ring or ring pop but, i knew it had to be as extravagant as possible because it's what you deserve," jared smiled, his eyes sparkling as juliannah squealed softly, pulling her fiancé in for a hug 
"we're actually going to get married, jar! i can't believe it!" juliannah's voice went back down to a whisper as she shook her head in disbelief 
"i know! it's actually happening! we're getting married!" jared whispered back as he wiped a tear away with his sleeve that he had pulled down as he gave his fiancée a kiss on the nose, making her giggle 
then, after another five minutes of the couple having their alone time in the room whilst everyone outside was still celebrating and partying, the couple talked about possible suggestions of where and when they'd have the wedding just so they had some form of foundation.
that was when they decided they'd have a civil ceremony in san antonio, texas before getting their big fairytale "celeb" wedding in france. they later discussed having jared's dad, gerald walk juliannah down the aisle as unfortunately, her father was bedridden at a cancer centre that would refuse him to leave the hospital let alone the country for the wedding and then come back. the spn girlfriends, danneel, vicki and mollie as her bridesmaids with her sister odette as her maid of honour and the rest of the spn guys, jensen, misha, rob and rich as jared's groomsmen (who he called his bestest men) with his brother jeff as his best man. 
wedding
juliannah felt as if she was having a fever dream. she found it hard to believe that right now, she was staring back at herself in her dream wedding dress, hair done, makeup down, high heels on and was just about to have a first look with her husband and her soon-to-be father-in-law, gerald (who would later walk her down the aisle)
taking a deep breath in, juliannah fought so hard to keep her tears away as she stepped out into the foyer of the church in france, chateau d'esclimont for her first look with her almost-husband, jared. she could tell that jared was emotional and he had his back turned away from her. the way that juliannah could tell that jared had either been crying previously or even right now before their first look was how he was standing. he was constantly moving and trying to adjust into a more straightened position and she could tell from the way his head twitched that he was trying to do everything in his willpower to fight off the tears. it sent butterflies into juliannah's tummy whenever she saw her fiancé emotional, especially because he did say he was an emotional guy, especially when he was crying for a reason that wasn't sad (because that then twisted and pulled at her heart for in all the wrong ways), it was always something that juliannah found sweet about him. she had always mentioned to jared how emotional he was in regards to her and their relationship and how he couldn't hide that from her no matter what he tried. 
even though jared couldn't hide his emotions today, juliannah could which meant that she could easily distract her tear ducts from forming tears which worked wonders when you were in such a career like the entertainment industry as an actress. and, she loved that she could also use this distraction for her wedding day because, whilst it was obvious she didn't want to cry for the purpose of her makeup and the bet she made with the groomsmen on who would cry first out of the maid of honour, best man, bride and groom (juliannah had bet on everyone else but her that they were going to cry). she also didn't want to cry because she knew that would then make jared cry loads more which, she didn't want. she knew that even though jared was an emotional mess when it came to her, she knew that he still got very embarrassed when he did cry in a public setting, especially when they were people in the industry around him (hence why the whisked away into the room at eric's after the proposal) so, she made him and herself a promise that she wouldn't cry because she knew that if she started crying, he'd be a blubbering mess by tenfold and then that would have just been very embarrassing and anxiety-inducing for the normally confident actor. 
after getting the signal from one of the magazine photographers, juliannah started making her way towards her fiancé when she had come to realise that maybe, jared was once again crying. with a small smile on her face, she started walking slightly faster, which jared could hear which caused his loud, shaky breaths to become more frequent. 
"shit, i am scared!" jared whispered, his voice cracking slightly, his texan accent coming out strong as juliannah felt the butterflies in her tummy as she inched one step closer before her hand could reach jared's shoulder 
"hey darling, you can turn around now," juliannah's voice was soft, calm and so filled with love as she waited eagerly for jared to turn around to see her for the first time 
turning around, jared was in absolute awe of his to-be-wife as tears spilt down his cheeks as he chuckled, trying to distract the photographers from all the tears. pulling his girl in for a hug, jared felt his entire body shake. he still couldn't fathom that he was getting married to the girl he grew up with and has also worked with since they were teenagers. however, it was his favourite thing to think about, talk about and dream about, he was just always in his head about him and his almost-wife because it had been forever since he had felt this happy. 
"you...you look stunning, babe!" jared cried out as a laugh was mixed in, juliannah biting her lip to conceal her crazy smile as she lightly pressed on jared's hands to calm him down 
"thanks, darling! you look so good! you wanna see the back of my dress? it's backless, just like all the other dresses i've worn since we started dating!" juliannah was so excited to show jared her wedding dress purely for the fact that it was silk, halter and backless, just like the dress that she wore to the 2009 people's choice awards that she attended with jared and the rest of their spn family 
jared's eyes lit up at hearing that he was allowed to look at the back of his wife's dress. as he twirled his fiancée around so he could see the backlessness of the dress, he was once again in a state of shock at how well the dress hugged every single curve of his baby girl's body.
"it's gorgeous, jules! i love it, i really do!" jared smiled as he gulped down his tears as he chuckled at himself before turning juliannah back around
"i do too. so, you ready to do this thing? are you ready to get married darlin'?" juliannah asks in excitement, her own texan accent coming out strong as jared nods his in excitement as he giggles, wiping one of his tears away with the back of his finger whilst juliannah wiped away all the other ones 
"let's do it! i wanna get married!" jared had never been more ready for anything else like he had been ready for the day he'd marry his best friend 
juliannah nodded her head as the couple then went their separate ways so they could then do the procession into the wedding. 
waiting at the backdoor of the chateau d'esclimont that then led into the prettiest french wedding venues ever seen, juliannah was patient and didn't seem to be as anxious as she thought she'd be. she refused to see her mom and other siblings beforehand, fearing it would throw her off course and that have her panicking. she had only allowed her bride squad, including her sister odette and jared to see her. the first time the groomsmen and everyone else would see her is when she walks down the aisle alongside jared's dad. 
speaking of jared's dad, gerald, he had now come up from behind juliannah, a soft touch to her exposed back, letting her know that he was there. turning around with a shy smile on her face, she couldn't believe the look of pride in her to-be father-in-law's eyes as they also fought back tears. it was a rarity that gerald would let someone see him cry but, due to this being his youngest boy and daughter-in-law (to be) getting married, it was obvious that he'd be getting emotional. 
"hey darlin', you ready?"gerald whispered as he looked in awe at his to-be daughter-in-law, tears building in his eyes 
"hey gerald, yeah, i am!" juliannah's smile grew tenfold as she saw her to-be husband's father as the man who'd lead her down the aisle to her husband in place of her ill father 
"well then, let's go, shall we?" gerald spoke with a smile that made all of his wrinkles and tanned skin extra defined as juliannah nodded her head, immediately grabbing her father-in-law's hand as he then tucked it in between the both of them, his other hand over the top of the encapsulated hands 
with the doors opened and the processional music as the classic "here comes the bride", gerald and juliannah started their walk down the aisle. keeping her eyes ahead of her, she never could have missed the looks of the rest of the spnfamily and her bridal party as they all looked at their best friend and sister in all her wedding day glow. 
like bet on and now won, jared was teary as he kept on looking up at the ceiling. the rest of the groomsmen and bridal party were also teary-eyed as they watched the girl and her father-in-law ascend down the aisle. it also seemed as if, when gerald took a quick look out of his peripherals, juliannah's siblings were crying as well as her mom. gerald, however, whilst also struggling to keep his tears at bay, was doing a better job than juliannah's mum was 
as they finally reached the end of the aisle, jared and the officiant in front of them, gerald gave his daughter-in-law the sweetest forehead kiss before a small whisper of "congratulations and take care of each other, please" to his son, juliannah was finally given away to her husband. looking at each other in excitement and astoundment, the officiant had gotten the patrons to sit back down so he could start officiating the wedding. 
"welcome to all family, friends, loved ones and ones that unfortunately could not attend, we are all gathered here today to celebrate the love and union of jared padalecki and juliannah castellano. all of us are here to support this commitment of love and to share the joy of the life of jared and juliannah as they choose to spend their lives together," the officiant introduced, everyone sitting back down in their seats 
"jared and juliannah, your marriage will be a lifelong promise to love, respect, trust and honour one another through the good, the bad, the unexpected and the expected. this union represents your commitment to support one another as individual persons but share your joys, sorrows, trials, tribulations and dreams as one. a strong bond works in unison not only to nurture the best parts of your personalities but to understand each other's differences and flaws, not that you two really have any *giggles*. you are committing to learn how to grow alongside each other whilst remembering to keep an open mind throughout your journey together," 
"today, you gain an equal partner that will be your confidant, your defender, your protector and your motivator through every aspiration, goal and success. you will celebrate each accomplishment, provide peace through every setback and most importantly, give love in life's both big and little moments," 
"you two are creating a new home together, where love, trust and loyalty are the foundations. no matter what the future throws your way, rely on those foundations and you shall only see your bond grow stronger and your souls grow even wiser because you two are already so wise."
"marriage is not easy, trust me, i mean it, but from what i've seen in you two, i know your relationship will be an example to follow. you two show care, compassion and empathy, you trust one another, and most importantly, you are each other's best friend."
"now, jared and juliannah, please join hands and face each other," chuckling and momentarily closing his eyes, jared grabbed juliannah's hands and faced each other, opening his eyes instantly. "jared, do you take juliannah to be your wife?"
"i do," he smiled, softly biting his lip as he caressed juliannah's hand to ground him
"juliannah, do you take jared to be your husband?"
"i do," juliannah hadn't ever been so sure of anything other than when she first got her role in supernatural as she smiled, nodding eagerly 
"the couple will now do their personal vows," the officiant announced, jared unlatching his hands out of juliannah's quickly to wipe away the sweat that had been building up, juliannah giggling slightly before holding them tightly again as he had memorised his vows 
"juliannah elaine castellano, you were my very first best friend from when we were kids and we did up to everything together. you refused to leave my side even when we were sixteen and i packed my stuff and moved to dallas to become a basketballer. you were my biggest supporter during that time, especially when it all fell apart and i was kicked off because of my height. you knew how depressed i would get over that, how much i'd cry but you never supported me less or told me to just "get over it". thank you for then giving me the confidence to go for that tv show audition in la because i don't think i would have ended up meeting my best friends in the whole entire world in our show supernatural," choking back a sob, he took a deep breath in, his eyes momentarily moving to see that juliannah's mom had rushed out, her phone nearly fumbling in her hand before he continued. "i always loved you, juliannah, we told each other that every single day, even during the days when we were supposed to be filming or at interviews. now i know why jensen and danneel loved to tease us so much about our flirty friendship, it wasn't at all, it was us dating without us putting a label on it other than us being "best friends" *giggles*. however, it wasn't until the 2009 people's choice awards that i truly fell in love with everything that is you, juliannah. seeing you in that dress that i had never seen you wear before, after seeing you wear everything else, it never matters to me what you look like because, in my mind, i'm always going to see you in that velvet, halter, backless black dress and it brings me to my knees every single time. even when you are wearing one of the spn shirts or my dallas cowboys jersey and wearing fluffy pyjama shorts with your hair tied back in the messiest bun *giggles*. you are my sun, moon and stars, juliannah. if i thought little jared couldn't live without you, he was batshit insane because he wasn't at all prepared for 27-year-old jared who wouldn't even be able to function like a normal human being when you're just making us breakfast or coffee before work *giggles*. i will love you with all parts of my attention and care for you and our future children. i couldn't ever imagine leaving you alone, even for a moment, when you feel like you need someone to hold you up. i love you so strongly that i couldn't even plan on doing anything else for the rest of my life. i also need to thank you for allowing me to love you every day," he concluded with a sweet smile and teary eyes as a small kiss was placed on juliannah's palm 
juliannah never usually got nervous but, that all changed now because how on earth was she going to follow up jared's vows? everything that she thought she had remembered was now gone out of her brain with a small "poof" sound effect. noticing the look in her eyes, jared chuckled softly, providing her with another kiss to calm her down. 
"you're seriously asking me to follow that? why didn't i win the rock, paper, scissors game?  i can't top that!" everyone died of laughter after that as everyone could see how nervous juliannah was as she then truly started her vows. "redamancy. a noun which is the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full. that's jared and i's love in a single word from the english dictionary and for the longest time because i thought our love was so special, i didn't think there was a word in any dictionary, english or not, that i'd be able to find that could accurately describe the love that jared and i have for each other. however, i was proven wrong when i realised that, after looking back through memories in preparation for today, jared and i always use redamancy to show our love for one another. we actively love the one who loves us back. whilst we do it in ways that may seem subtle to everyone else, they are anything but subtle to jared and me. a memory of jared and i that i don't think i'll ever be able to forget, even if i tried. we were around sixteen and jared was about to leave for dallas since this was around the time he had been drafted by their colliegate basketball squad. i could tell he didn't want to leave because he didn't want to leave me or his family behind. it was the first time i had ever seen him cry in our entire friendship but it was at that moment that i truly realised i wanted to marry this man *tearful giggles*. he then told me that the reason why he was crying was that he was scared that something bad was going to happen to someone he loved when he then had a conversation with his dad where he was reassured that if something like that was to ever happen, he would be called and brought back home to san antonio. thankfully that brought him the comfort he needed and off he went to dallas to play basketball for the next two years." juliannah paused as jared tightened his grip. "i also remember seeing jared cry loads when he was sent home from dallas due to his height which made him so sad that i truly never thought he'd have the confidence to do anything else that he loved ever again. that was until i encouraged him to audition for a tv show in los angeles but, we all know that story so i won't bother telling it *giggles*. ever since i could remember, but most especially since we were told the devastating news about my dad's illness, you have always been by my side. jared, you ground me in so many ways, you keep my head above water, you allow me to be fearful when we're alone because you know i hate showing fear in front of people and during interviews, you allow me to have moments where i have my head fully in the clouds and look like a fangirling teenage girl because my bloody husband to be is in a fucking tv show called supernatural *tearful laughter* and you provide me with a flashlight when i can't see two feet in front of me. i can only try with every ounce of my being to do what you've always done for me since childhood. i promise to guide you through the rest of our lives together. i promise to care for you every single day, through your laughter, whines, headaches and tears. and, i will always, and i mean always love you as i have since i was that young blond girl wearing pigtails watching you leave me for dallas. redamancy, a noun which is the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full, this love that is only ours," after a few swipes from jared and juliannah's fingers, jared's tears were put on hold as they giggled and held hands again 
the rings were then handed over as the officiant then started talking again. 
"your rings represent this promise to one another. the never-ending circle is a symbol of infinite, unbreakable love," the officiant began, a small smile on his lips. "jared, take this ring and place it on juliannah's finger. repeat after me: juliannah, i give you this ring as a symbol of the promise i made to you today," grabbing juliannah's hand, jared effortlessly slid the wedding ring onto her finger
"juliannah, i give you this ring as a symbol of the promise i made to you today." the supernatural actor smiled
"juliannah, take this ring and place it on jared's finger. repeat after me: jared, i give you this ring as a symbol of the promise i made to you today," her smaller hand grasped the larger one of jared's as she effortlessly slid his wedding ring onto his finger
"jared, i give you this ring as a symbol of the promise i made to you today," juliannah smiled as she then squeezed his fingers before grabbing ahold of his hands normally
"having pledged your love and promise to one another today in front of all your friends and family and by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may now kiss the bride!" the officiant exclaimed, stepping out of the way momentarily so the photographer could take a photo before he was ushered back in for a couple more
this was when jared decided to surprise everyone and juliannah. with one hand on her waist and the other on her back, he pulled his wife closer as they attached their lips he then bent down to kiss her even deeper. squealing, juliannah held jared as tightly as she had ever held him.
"jared!" juliannah squealed into the kiss and everyone giggled as juliannah was inches away from the ground before being brought back up to continue the kiss
the now-married couple after having their first kiss as mr and mrs padalecki, smiled into the kiss as they heard the officiant announce:
"congratulations! friends and family, it is my absolute honour to introduce to you: mr and mrs padalecki!" followed by uproarious applause which alerted the couple to move out of the kiss, fingers were interwoven as the couple waved to the crowd before almost running down the aisle 
later in the night during the reception, odette, the other maid of honour and jensen, the other best man, got everyone's attention for the speeches. 
the look of fear in the newlyweds' eyes was pure hilarity for the guests, "okay, so, odette and i both know that we promised the mr and missus that we'd save these speeches for afterwards when it was just the bridal party that was along but, just for payback after making us all cry, we're going to do it now!" jensen announced, making everyone giggle, jared shied away into his wife's shoulder as she giggled, patting her husband's hair lovingly - her sister odette now grabbing the microphone 
"so, for some context, if anyone didn't know, i am juliannah's older sister odette and that is jensen ackles, jared's partner in crime in supernatural," odette pauses with a giggle as everyone watches in intent 
"and ever since the day i first met jared when he first moved in next door, i just knew that he'd fall in love with my younger sister *giggles* or maybe i didn't and i just wished that my sister would find her one true love *sniffle and tearful giggle*. but she did and i am always going to be forever grateful that it was you, jared. if i wasn't literally bawling my eyes out, i'd be saying so many embarrassing stories of how they tried so hard to downplay their flirtatious ways and how they had been pretty much dating the entire time since they were sixteen, i just can't do that. not today anyway..." odette pauses as she tearfully smiles at her sister and brother-in-law as the happy couple stood together, holding hands and a champagne flute in the other 
"...and it's not my place and it never has been my place to share those embarrassing stories. it makes my heart soar to the highest of heights when i see these two together. they are both extremely talented singers but are just as better human beings then they are famous actors. ever since i could remember, all i wanted to be was just like my younger sister and find the love of my life even if i was modelling that on my sister and her boy best friend at the time since they didn't even date until 2009 *tearful giggles*. and because i'm only just going to start crying even more and it'll become embarrassing for me, i'm just going to end it here and say that, all i have ever wanted is for them to be happy together and it makes me so happy that they are finally united in their love together forever. juliannah is the best younger sister in the world and i adore you to the milky way, jared. to jared and juliannah!" 
the room roared with cheers and applause, and juliannah quickly moved to give her sister a hug whilst jared then rushed over and gave his new sister-in-law a hug. jensen then got the microphone for his speech. 
"hi everyone," jensen smiled sweetly. "i have worked with both jared and juliannah since they were twenty-two and i was twenty-five and i have had the pleasure of being in supernatural alongside them as well. it has been a pleasure to be their best friend and have the honour to give this speech today. even though i have literally only seen this friendship since the inception of their relationship, only knowing them as a couple, it has been one of the biggest joys in my life to see the way that jared has fallen in love with the girl that he grew up right next to and now works alongside as a fellow actor. in the entire time, i have known these two, i have never once seen them get mad at each other, argue with each other or even sit away from each other. and i think that's because of their history as best friends before dating, they never get to the point of finding something to argue about. they are always so forgiving to one another and are always willing to own up to their mistakes and fix them so it doesn't happen again. getting to watch the way these two care for each other when one of them isn't happy or when they feel scared is so heartwarming and really lets you know what amazing human beings these two are and how made for each other they are. being able to watch jared and juliannah's love blossom has truly made so many hard days, boring days, long days and just the regular "meh" days that much brighter and happier because they were just being themselves and were just in love with each other that it didn't matter that the supernatural cast were supposed to be doing tv interviews the whole day instead of drooling over each other *giggles*. it truly makes me happy every day now that you two are married and will be for the rest of your lives in this beautiful union you two have created! jared is truly the best man i know and i am so honoured i was given the privilege after his brother to be his best man!" jensen nods off to jared, "just like odette said, here's to the happy couple!" 
after all the speeches had finished, it was now the time that secretly, juliannah had been dreading, the father/daughter dance. which, in the sweetest turn of events, all of the men in the wedding party, including gerald, all took turns in dancing with her in the placement of her father. before juliannah then transitioned into her first dance with her now husband. the couple gently swayed back and forth until the song cut, jared spinning juliannah away from him and then the bridal party joined in for a surprise flashmob. 
now that the wedding was finished, jared and juliannah sat on the floor of the hotel they were staying at in france when jared got all teary-eyed and emotional. 
happy tears in his eyes, jared rested his head on his wife's shoulder, "thank you for giving me everything i could have ever possibly needed," he sniffled softly, the tears silently slipping down his cheek as juliannah rubbed her husband's back, soothing him and his emotions 
"thank you for giving me the permission to do so," juliannah responded back as she softly kissed the head of blonde hair that covered jared's head and face 
"i love you, mrs padalecki, for today and forever," he tearfully and tiredly murmured into his wife's silk pyjama spaghetti strap - the only other noises being the already asleep wedding party around the room
"and i, you, mr padalecki, for today and forever," juliannah spoke lovingly as the couple then fell asleep as they dreamt about their love for each other and their future children 
pregnancy
the padalecki's hadn't even been married for a full year ( eight months to be exact) before they actively started to try for a baby. after being told about an incorrect endometriosis diagnosis as a teenager, juliannah fought herself daily as to whether or not she wanted to try for a baby after everything she had gone through. so, when juliannah, alongside her sister-in-law megan and sister odette, took a pregnancy test in the entertainment tonight bathrooms, her eyes lit up in excitement at the findings of her being pregnant with her and jared's first baby. megan and odette had to fight off squealing their lungs considering the toilets at the entertainment tonight studios weren't ultimately soundproof, unfortunately. they had all known how worried juliannah was about the possibility of now being able to fulfil jared's biggest dream of being a father but, now, it seemed as if she was going to get that dream! 
rushing back out of the bathroom, to avoid suspicion, megan and odette waited out in the hallway whilst, in a slit decision, juliannah thought to just chuck the positive pregnancy test onto the table in jared's dressing room, just to see how he'd react and if he'd get it. 
looking out of the dressing room door slightly at her sister-in-law and sister, the younger girl smirked, just hoping her husband would get it. and, he did? or maybe he was just slightly grossed out that an already-used positive pregnancy stick had been thrown onto his dressing room table...wait. his eyes flicked back to the test to see that it had two lines, meaning that it was positive, meaning that the person who threw this onto the table was pregnant and, the only person he knew that always threw things in his dressing room was his wife...no way! 
"jules, are you serious?" a small, hushed voice filled the hallway, juliannah moved over to her husband's dressing room door where only their sisters-in-law were waiting 
"you...you're pregnant?" jared's voice had never been so quiet after juliannah hadn't responded the first time as the girl nodded her head, jared almost collapsed against the door before standing up and pulling his wife into his arms for a hug 
"surprise, jar!" juliannah whispered as she rubbed her husband's back, comforting him as his tears started to roll down his cheeks and onto his wife's partially exposed shoulder 
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throughout the entire pregnancy, jared refused to take his eyes away from his wife, even if it was just for a millisecond - he'd get a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, causing him to give himself whiplash due to him throwing his head back into the direction of his wife to make sure she was still safe. since she was towards the end of the first trimester when she found out, she didn't need to wait that long before it was safe enough to tell everyone else, including her boss, robert singer and the rest of her family and friends at supernatural. 
whilst jared was already protective over his wife, he did tone it down throughout the second trimester because he knew it would become too overwhelming for her if her personal space wasn't respected. thankfully, nothing bad happened where jared had to scream at anyone and everything was smooth sailing until the end when juliannah unexpectedly went into early labour. since juliannah and jared were having twins, it became extra anxiety-inducing that she was going into very early labour when she had to have an emergency c-section due to the twins being premature. 
"we're going to be parents," juliannah whispered as they made it to the hospital, finally in record time as they walked in together as husband and wife, with their parents 
throughout the entire process of the c-section, jared held juliannah's hand, allowing her to squeeze the shit out of it. jared allowed his wife to scream the entire hospital room down, cursing at him for knocking her up less than a year after getting married. which was then quickly followed by "thank yous" and "let's get pregnant again soon" which caused way too much laughter between the midwives, jared, juliannah and their parents. jared had also allowed juliannah to nearly dislocate his arm and shoulder due to the force she had placed on it as the tail end of the c-section was happening. but, the biggest thank you was that he had given juliannah the beautiful creation that was their twins, a girl aurelia and a boy noah.
then, in an emotional rush of rushing the twins into incubators and to the neonatal intensive care unit, jared and juliannah cried over their twins. however, in some strange rush of relief, jared and juliannah just sat in silence as they thanked every and any god that their twins were going to be okay and that soon, they'd see them again and get to bring them home. 
present time
a couple of months after giving birth to their twins, aurelia and noah padalecki, jared returned to work in vancouver for supernatural and juliannah started working from home (when she could) by reading through scripts for when she would be needed back in vancouver and just being a stay-at-home mom since she didn't really need to rely on her own acting career anymore. 
watching her precious twins sleep together, juliannah felt herself becoming emotional as she still couldn't believe that she and jared's little ones were home with them. remembering the emotions and fear that went through them having to watch their beautiful twins be whisked away basically moments after being delivered was a heart-wrenching memory for the husband and wife. however, it was still an amazing time because they got to watch their little girl and boy grow every single day until they were five pounds before they could leave the hospital. 
by the time jared arrived home to their vancouver apartment from a filming day, he saw his wife and twins sound asleep altogether, the twins in their cribs and juliannah on the floor, "...i love you mrs padalecki, i love you aurelia and i love you noah," jared whispered, kissing his wife and then his twins before placing a blanket over his wife and walking the short distance to the kitchen to fix his family some dinner whilst his wife rested for the first proper time in three months. 
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i love this and i am so glad i got to rewrite it. sorry that the ending was so short but, i didn't know what else to add lol 
ok ily all xx
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"Lights, camera, fashion! As Jasmine Harris drops her highly anticipated album, the listening party is just as star-studded as the tracklist—and trust me, these guests didn’t come to play when it comes to style. From sleek to effortlessly cool, the stars have aligned, and so have their outfits. Grab your champagne, because we’re about to dive into who’s wearing what, and spoiler alert: these looks are hitting as hard as the beats! First to make waves is Axel, the gallery owner with that Upper East Side charm, rocking an olive suit so sharp it’s practically closing deals on its own. Next up, Nova, effortlessly blending elegance and edge, turning heads with every step! Gwen’s all-black look is both sleek and daring—leather mini, thigh-high boots, and a turtleneck that screams chic confidence. Then there’s Jayce, a pastel dream in light blue and pink, bringing summer sophistication with a casual twist. Flynn’s burgundy jacket and all-black ensemble? Absolute perfection—sharp, stylish, and effortlessly cool. Eric’s pulling off the ultimate ‘I woke up like this’ vibe, showing that a denim jacket and a graphic tee can take you from day to night without skipping a beat. And Klaus? He’s straight out of a Victorian sci-fi flick, part dapper gentleman, part time-traveling vampire. Petra’s giving us business up top, party down below, in white boots and a beige skirt that could handle both a boardroom and a boogie. Anastasia’s here for comfy chic, rocking her boyfriend’s sweatshirt like it’s straight off the runway. Pogue’s nailed that ‘brooding lumberjack meets city chic’ aesthetic—he’s either chopping wood or just smoldering in olive green. Brooke’s got ‘CEO at the yacht party’ written all over her look—ready to sign a deal, then sail into the sunset. Wyatt’s suit is so sharp, he might seal a million-dollar contract just by walking through the door. Elijah’s green suit? It’s giving ‘luxury lounge mystery solver,’ and we’re here for it. Max is channeling serious Shakespeare-meets-detective vibes—1920s London, but make it fashion. Nicole looks like she’s stepped out of a magical forest, reigning as the queen of glam-fairies. And Caleb? He’s exuding ‘brooding rockstar meets philosopher,’ waiting for either the album to drop or the meaning of life to hit him. Finally, the lady of the hour: Jasmine herself, in a traffic-stopping yellow dress so radiant, someone needs to tell the sun it’s been outshone!"
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Home for Hallie
Yohanna Harris
These three short stories follow the same character as she goes through the process of trying to find her home. It starts off with what she thought she knew as a home being taken away. Then, she tries to rebuild the idea and the meaning of a home. This is based on the prompt Home Sweet Home, and it is fiction.  
Lost 
“Why is there a for sale sign on the front lawn?” I shout as I enter the house, hoping someone will give me some answers 
“Hallie?” my mom shouts. “What are you doing home,” she says as she rushes into the front hallway.
“I was coming to surprise you guys, but I guess it’s the other way around. You didn’t answer my question, why is there a for sale sign on the front lawn.”
“Honey,” she says, looking at me with sympathetic eyes, “Eric, can you come in here?” Dad walks into the front hallway, matching Mom's sympathetic face. 
“Honey, your father and I decided to put the house up for sale because it is just too big for the two of us, and now that you're gone, it was getting to be a lot to manage.” 
“I was gone for only three months, and you decide to sell the house in that time?”
“We’ve been thinking about it for a while but never talked about it in-depth since you were heading off and there was so much to do.”
“Why, why would you do this? You said no matter what, you'll always have a home, and now you're selling it without even talking to me about it. I love this house so much my whole life is in here.”
“Look, sweetie, we are so so sorry. We didn’t mean for you to find out this way…”
“You should have at least told me that you were considering it.”
“We didn’t know you would be home this weekend; we were going to tell you this week over the phone.”
“That’s not an excuse you should have told me regardless. I’m losing my home.” 
“No, Hallie, it isn’t like that. We will always be here, just not in this home. We can give another family an opportunity to grow up in such a great home as you did.” 
“That's not what I mean, and you know it, it’s like you are ripping part of my life away from me right now. Did you ever consider how I would feel? I’ve been in this house my whole life, and to have it taken away from me just like that. ” 
September 28, 2017 
Dear me, 
It’s been a week since I found out that my parents sold the house, and today it’s been sold. I don’t know what to feel. I’ve been here my whole life, and for it to be gone, poof, stolen from right under me feels horrible. I don’t feel like I belong anywhere anymore. This place doesn't feel like home. Next week will be my last week in the house, and right now, the house is mostly empty, and everything is in a storage unit. This sucks. What do I even call home anymore? My home is gone; it left when the sold sign was added to our front lawn. Agh, this sucks. I don’t have a place I can call my home sweet home. 
Love Hallie 
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Found 
September 28, 2018 
Dear me, 
It has been a year since they sold the house. And ever since that, I haven’t felt like I’ve found a home yet. The condo they bought for sure isn’t my home. Why did they do this? I’m over it, but I’m just upset that I don’t feel like I belong anywhere now. Nothing feels right. Not even my apartment feels like home. I enjoy coming back here, but something just doesn’t feel right. Like there is a small piece missing. There is nothing I can do about it because I can’t find that piece. But anyway I am now going on a date with this guy that my friends set me up with. I hope that it works out past a second date. From what I’ve heard about him, he is really sweet and caring. I’m nervous about this date, I don’t know where he is taking me; my friends all keep texting me asking what I am wearing. I’ll tell you since you won’t judge. I’m wearing a black strapless dress, with my shawl that my grandmother gave me for good luck and then black heels. I think it’s simple and not too fancy. The weather is warm enough that I can still wear something like this without it being too cold. Anyway, I’m going to sit on the couch stewing in my own thoughts until he is here. I will update you after. 
Love Hallie
September 28, 2018 
Dear me, 
I don’t even know where to start. That whole date just felt like a fever dream. To be honest, I’m still not even sure it happened. It started off amazing he brought me flowers, and the night just got better and better from then on. I learned that he is an only child like me and likes dogs over cats, which is something that we’ll have to agree to disagree on because cats are superior. He is in the first year of his master's degree in law and is from Chicago. There was so much more that happened, but I would be here all night and day just writing about it. The best thing is for it to live in my memory. The one thing I will say is that we are going on a second date, and I can’t wipe this stupid smile off my face. 
Love, Hallie
October 19, 2018
Dear me,
It’s official: I’m Alex's girlfriend, and nothing could go wrong right now. I am on cloud nine. 
Love Hallie
October 19, 2020
Dear me, 
I found my missing piece, and now I finally feel at home, and my feeling of not belonging has been erased. From these past two years with Alex, I realized that home is not a place but a people, and I’ll always have my people with me. It was largely my parents when I was growing up, but now Alex has taken over that feeling, and whenever I am with him, I feel at home.
Love Hallie
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I feel like the world is just conspiring against me. Like it doesn’t want me to ever be happy. 
“Hallie, earth to Hallie”
“What,” I say as I look up, confused as to who is talking to me 
“You’ve been staring at your computer for the last 10 minutes, not blinking. Are you ok?” my coworker Chase says
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine; I'm just not sure how to continue, is all.” 
“Ok, I mean, I can take over the work if you want.”
“No, no, I got this. I need to do something.”
“Ok, well, I’m here if you want help.”
“Before you go, sorry, I just need you to explain this to me. I don’t know how to solve this and code it correctly, I keep getting it wrong.” 
“Here, why don’t you go home and take some time off work? You’re still technically supposed to be off work. I can just finish this so that it is faster, and we can all leave, and then you can start the new project.” 
“No, I got this. I just need a review,” I say, getting agitated
“It will be much faster if I do it, and we are already behind. I’ll finish today's work, and tomorrow we can start fresh, ok? Just go home and relax” 
“No, I don’t want to go home!” I yell, “I don't have a home to go to anymore. It was taken from me; don't make me go home.”
I get back to my apartment at 12 am. I'm the last person out of the office, and I’ll be the first one tomorrow. I start getting ready for bed, and I go over to his side of the room, opening his shirt drawer to get something to sleep in. I grab a tee shirt, but then my hand brushes something else. I look in and it is a book. I take it out and sit down on the bed. I open it up and realize that it’s s his journal. The latest entry is from 5 months. I flip through the journal, skimming the pages, but decide to go to the first thing he ever wrote. 
Dear Hallie, 
Today is September 28, 2018. The first day that I ever met you. My god, when you opened the door, my whole world was turned upside down. Do you know those things where it says that a guy knows if you're the one 10 seconds after meeting you? Well, I knew right away that one day, you were the girl I was going to marry. But I couldn’t tell you that on our first day, I didn’t want to spook you. So I played it off, or at least tried my very best to. When we arrived at the restaurant, you got out of the car and said that the place was beautiful, and I said it really is; I wasn’t talking about the restaurant I was talking about you. I sound so cheesy right now. Hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to share these with you, and we can laugh at them. But for now, this will just be my little secret. I’m not even going to tell the guys about it. I’ve found my home in you, and I hope you did, too. 
Love Alex
I flip through the rest of the journal and see that all his entries are written to me, like his little love letters. I can’t stop the tears that have started to fall. I close my eyes and engulf myself in darkness. I don’t think I'll ever crawl back out of it. What’s the point now that my home is forever lost.
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in which harry’s your soulmate and you don’t quite know that yet.
a/n: hello angels! i bring you soulmate!harry for my loveliest friend @sweetcreatureinthedark​ ‘s fic party! i chose the prompt “i’ve been in love with you, i’ll be in love with you.” i’ll be honest, this was tough to write, and somewhat was testing my writing abilities lol, but we made it through and I love it! so i hope you all do too! be kind and pls leave feedback and rb! :’)
thank you to @sunflowers-styles for beta reading and putting up with the mess lol love you always <3
WORD COUNT: 15.4k of friends to lovers, soulmates, physicaltherapist!harry x professor!yn
WARNINGS: slight angst, mentions of heart condition and flatlining
COME INTO MY INBOX AND LETS TALK ABOUT ‘YOUR BEATING HEART’ i’d love to know your thoughts!
pls rb to share! <3
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There was a saying that your Nonna had always said to you ever since you were a little girl, one that she made sure was ingrained into your mind for the rest of your life. 
‘Someone is destined to your mind, soul, and heart.’
Your mother, Kath, had told you that she had repeated those words ever since you were barely a year old. Nonna had said them so much that they could’ve practically been your first words. She would say that statement along with: ‘There is someone out there who already loves you, they’re just waiting for the right moment. That right moment will be up to the universe.’ 
The concept of soulmates has been around for thousands of years, and Nonna was such a sucker for it. Having met hers when she was sixteen years old, she made sure she taught her family the power of having a soulmate. She told Kath that if she wasn’t around for you, then Kath was supposed to teach you. Luckily, she’s still around though because that woman is one of the best you’ll ever know. 
When you were old enough to go to school, the teachers taught you about soulmates as well. When you turn thirteen, you’re able to find who your soulmate is because the power inside of you ignites, guiding you through the world to find your person. The universe was…weird like that; teaching children that they were going to find love at such a young age. You were taught that you were born to be loved by someone, and since you didn’t know any better, you listened. Nonna then started to explain the meaning and importance of soulmates. You were fascinated by it as she would explain it so enthusiastically to you while you listened with wide and curious eyes, making sure you didn’t miss a single word of what she said. 
As a shy ten-year-old, you couldn’t wait till you were older so you could find your soulmate, thinking it would be a fun adventure to see who you would click with. Nonna always said that ‘when you know, you know.’ 
Once you hit seventeen, however, you slowly believed less and less in the idea of a soulmate, and maybe that was because you were trying to force the feeling of trying to click with every person you met, but you lived through your adolescent years listening to your friends rave about how their soulmate was so perfect when yours hadn’t even shown up. They were all smiles while you were all frowns, a disappointed look was planted on your face when you would come to realize you were probably going to be alone and that the universe had forgotten about you. 
At eighteen, living in a world of soulmates, you believed you didn’t have one. 
That’s how you lived your life. 
When you went to college, the idea of being bound to another person was pushed to the back of your mind and you started to live your life more freely. You didn’t have the constant pressure in your head, telling you to find your one true love because you believed there wasn’t a ‘one true love.’ Your Nonna was a bit sad to see you live thinking that no one was out there to love you, but you realized that you didn’t want to sit and wait around for the perfect person, you wanted to venture out. 
Throughout college, you lived…a lot. You met new people, hooked up a bit, and didn’t have the recurring thought in your head about your particular soulmate.
That was until you met Eric. 
You met him your last year of college; and he was a year older than you. You met him on campus while he was meeting up with one of his old professors whose classroom you just happened to be in as he walked in, and you had immediately taken a liking to him. Besides the fact that you were sexually attracted to him, you didn’t think you would see him again until you met him again at a coffee shop that was not too far from campus. Eric invited you to take a seat with him, to which you said yes, and the rest was history. You and Eric were together for three years. In that time you were able to find a stable job, and you lived life together before he proposed to you. You thought life couldn’t get better than this--you had the greatest fiance and a job you didn’t hate, which was teaching Anatomy at a community college. 
Eric had made you believe in love. Soulmates, however? Not quite. Although at times it felt like he was your soulmate, that was just you trying to force something again. He was your soulmate without all of the characteristics a soulmate would have. 
Nonna had always told you that your eyes would sparkle while looking at them, so intently to where you couldn’t stop staring at them, thinking you two were the only ones in the room even with so many people around. That you would feel the spark igniting between you and your soulmate, causing your body to feel warm as the physical pull would bring you together. That your heart would beat ten times faster when you knew who that person was, and that the erratic beating wouldn't seem to stop because your soulmate’s heart was also beating at the same pace. 
When it came to Eric, you were able to look away and you were aware of your surroundings. When you were close to him, you didn’t feel that magnetic pull. When you looked at him, your heart seemed to calm down to where you didn’t feel like it was pounding through your chest. When you looked at him…you didn’t think he was your soulmate anymore. It’s crazy to even think that you thought he was before when you didn’t believe in the concept, but there was no attraction or pull towards him, and the timing could have been better. Actually, it could be so much better. 
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” you muttered into the mic as several gasps were heard from the family and friends that had gathered for the moment. 
You were dressed in a white, lace dress with a veil clipped onto the top of your head. It was your wedding day, and you were telling the supposed love of your life that you couldn’t marry him anymore because the thoughts about soulmates had barged inside of your mind during Eric’s vows, making you think thoughts that you wished you wouldn’t, but you couldn’t help it. Eric wasn’t your soulmate, and you damn well knew that you weren’t his either.
“W-What are you doing?” Eric whispered as he looked at you with wide eyes that told you not to embarrass him right here, right now. 
“I’m so sorry, Eric. I can’t marry you,” you said more clearly, not really telling him but also telling the crowd. 
The officiant of your wedding was your friend, Vic, and she looked at you with a shocked expression as she was just as speechless as everyone else. You knew they didn’t have to say or ask anything for you to know what they really wanted to say; they wanted to ask you what you were doing and what caused the sudden decision to not marry someone you’ve been with for four years. 
You could ask yourself the same question. Better yet, you would like to ask the universe why, especially on your wedding day, why they decided to suddenly pop inside your head, reminding you all of the bullshit people feel when they find their soulmate. 
Eric looked at you with worry, eyes slightly watering as if it was his worst nightmare come true. But you couldn’t carry on with this while neglecting the feeling that was inside your heart and mind. You couldn’t marry him as those thoughts were screaming at you, telling you that you made the wrong decision. Those said thoughts were telling you that your true soulmate was out there somewhere, physically and emotionally hurting because their soulmate decided to marry someone else. Your marriage would be ruined entirely if you went through with it. 
“I-I’m sorry…” is what you said to him with a pout on your face as he shook his head. You started heading down the aisle, ignoring the disappointed, sad, and angry looks your guests, especially his family, were giving you as you walked away from the altar that held the man you had given four years of your life to.
Once you reached the middle of the aisle, you started to jog. Picking up your dress so you wouldn't trip over it, you started to run as you couldn’t take the way the people were looking at you. 
Without glancing back, you headed over to the black Mercedes that waited for the newlyweds on the curb. Your driver, Jackson, had turned around in his seat, smiling but when he didn’t see the groom, his smile disappeared, also noticing that you had a disappointed look on your face as well. You found a clean napkin on the side of the door, asking him if he had a pen. 
“How long are you willing to drive?” You asked.
“I’ll take you to wherever you need me to,” he replied. You smiled gratefully, writing down the address that made you feel at home before handing him the napkin. 
He immediately started the car before typing in the address into his phone, driving away from the venue that had relied and counted on you being a wife today. 
And you didn’t regret your actions for one second. 
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Soft, cold winds rushed through you as your skin pebbled from the sudden draft while standing against the white wooden railing of the balcony in the main bedroom. The calm waves immediately put you at ease from the anxiety that you were feeling hours prior, as harsh thoughts pushed their way through your head, telling yourself that you were a disappointment—that you disappointed everyone at the venue. 
The shakiness of your hands was replaced by the grasp of the railing as you looked out to the distant sunset. The day wasn’t all that sunny, since the sun was setting behind the clouds. There weren’t that many people out on the beach either, but you were glad because you needed to feel like you were the only person on this Earth. 
Coming to the beach house was the first thing that came to your mind when you decided to walk out. You knew that Eric wouldn’t find you here because he didn’t know about it, plus you just wanted to be alone without the constant questions that came from your ex-fiancé and your family. 
You felt bad, of course you did, and you didn’t know how to begin explaining to Eric that he was just someone that you couldn’t marry because the previously pushed thoughts had come back to your mind right as you stood at the altar. But right now, you were wallowing in fears that overtook your mind, thinking that everyone was going to absolutely hate you, which you think they did anyway once you walked out. 
Setting the wine glass down onto the railing, you looked down at the few pedestrians who walked by on the beach, getting in a last-minute venture before it got too dark. You smiled, thinking about the soulmate crap the universe had made you think about your entire life because any of these people could be the person you would love for your entire life, and you wouldn’t even know. 
You groaned to yourself, leaning your body away from the railing and putting your forehead on your forearms. You stayed there for a moment, thinking about how exhausted you were, especially since wine makes you tired, including the long day of getting ready all for nothing. 
When you stood back up, you had accidentally knocked your glass over the railing, the glass barely making a sound once it landed on the sand. 
“Fuck…” you looked over the railing to see where your glass landed before you headed down the stairs. Once you made it near the bottom, you hadn’t seen the last two steps because they were covered by sand, so you completely fell on your face into the sand, making you gasp loudly from the sudden fall.
Laughing hysterically at your fall as you felt the embarrassment on your cheeks, you rolled over onto your back as you closed your eyes and laughed until you cried. You covered your face as you began to sob, feeling truly sorry for yourself. You never meant for this to happen. You were supposed to be happy, and you were sure you ruined someone else’s happiness. 
After a few moments, you got up and brushed the sand off your clothes and face, and shook your hair so the excess sand could fall out. You sniffled, walking over to where your wine glass landed before your phone rang in your pocket. It was your mom calling, and you knew you couldn’t ignore it. You were planning to ignore everyone’s calls and texts before you went back to your hometown in just a few days, but it was your mother--you couldn’t hit decline, especially right now. 
“Hello?” You answered. 
“Hi, my lovely. You okay?” Kath was surprisingly calm because you thought she would’ve been freaking out. 
“Hi, Mom. Yeah, I’m good.” You walked back to the stairs and decided to sit on the bottom of the steps as you watched the calming ocean in front of you. 
“Can I ask where you are?” She asked hesitantly. 
“I’m at Papa’s house and I’m safe. No need to worry,” you reassured, smiling softly, even though she couldn’t see you. 
“Okay, good. I figured you were there. I understand you need space, but call me if you need anything, got it?” Kath was always a worrier, like every mom, but she seemed to worry about you a lot more than usual. 
“Got it. Love you, Mom.” 
“Love you too, my lovely. Oh, and,” she caught you before you were able to hang up. “I get why you did what you did, and I’m not mad. You’ll find them soon, okay?” Your eyes watered a bit, and you nodded, even though she couldn’t see you. You heard Kath blow a kiss through the phone before she hung up. You always loved how your mom was always able to understand you without you having to say anything at all. She was great like that, and you loved her dearly for it. 
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Pressing decline to what felt like the hundredth call from your in-laws and friends in the last two weeks made you roll your eyes and want to turn your phone off completely. 
You knew that you had to call and text these people back eventually, but right now, you didn’t want to explain. You already had the anxiety from your actions weighing you down already, and these people would most likely scream over the phone as they demanded an explanation as to why you did what you did, and you really didn’t need that at the moment. 
All you wanted to do was go back to the beach house and sit on the balcony as you watched the ocean; all far away from your problems. 
You were unofficially a single woman, and you could look at all the men and women you wanted now that you were single. The nagging voice in your head was constantly bothering you, leaving you no room to think about what you might say to Eric when you meet up with him. He had stopped calling you a week ago, and since you weren’t entirely cruel, you shot him a text, saying that you were fine and that you’ll talk to him when you were ready because quite frankly, you needed to wrap your head around your thoughts. He was a sweetheart in that way, giving you space when you were the one to walk out on him and needed to explain things. You truly didn’t deserve him. 
Unlocking the door to Nonna’s house with your spare key, you found her sitting on the couch watching TV. “Hey, Nonna,” you greeted, and she perked her head towards the door. 
She softly smiled, getting up from the couch before she walked over to you. She didn’t greet you like she always did, which made you a little nervous because you thought she might be mad at you, but when her arms wrapped around your body, pulling you into a hug, you relaxed. 
“Hi, Chip.” Her nickname for you came out with a smile against your shoulder. She had started calling you ‘Chip’ ever since you were a toddler. You had always wanted a bag of chips to munch on, and the nickname seemed to stick because you were still the same. 
Nonna pulled back, guiding you to sit with her on the couch. “How are you, love? I haven’t seen you in weeks,” she asked as she pouted, giving you a look of concern. 
You smiled to ease her worry. “I’m doing okay. How are you?” You grabbed her hand from her lap to hold it, the gesture making her smile a bit. 
“Okay as well. Worried about you. Haven’t seen you since the wedding…” 
You huffed out. “Yeah, Nonna, I just wanted to say I’m sorry-” 
“Chip, what do you need to be sorry for? It wasn’t like it was my wedding. I understand why you did that,” she reassured you. 
“You do?” You looked at her with a soft look. If there was anyone that you wanted approval or reassurance from, it was your Nonna. 
“Of course, I do. Look, I know I told you about soulmates ever since you were younger, and throughout the years, it pained me to see you think that you didn’t have one. So, I didn’t push the idea onto you anymore. I wanted you to live your life, and when you met Eric, I thought he was nice, but I just knew he wasn’t the one,” she explained, making your brows raise. 
“You knew?” Nonna nodded. “H-How?” 
“Because you would’ve told me right away when you met him. You would’ve told me that you felt everything that I had told you for years, and suddenly when you met Eric, you didn’t talk about those things. I knew on the outside, you made it seem like you weren’t into the idea of soulmates, and that may be the case, but I know deep down that you still care about it. You want someone to cherish you and love you as we all do. You were excited up until you were seventeen because your friends had found theirs already, and all of a sudden you didn’t care. I know you’re still looking, but just wait a little, yeah?” Nonna always had a way with her wisdom, and she had that kind of intuition that made you feel a little less worried. The words that came out of your mouth weren’t much of a shock to you because Nonna was smart like that. You hadn’t realized all of the things she had picked up throughout your relationship with Eric, but you were grateful that she caught those things because it made it easier to talk to her. 
“You know way too much, stop,” you joked, making her laugh. You laid your head on her shoulder, embracing the moment with her as you thought about how grateful you are for her. She was truly the closest person to you, and you didn’t know what you would do without her. Suddenly, the doorbell rang as she got up from the couch. “Expecting someone?” 
“Must be my personal delivery boy,” she raised her brows teasingly, and you furrowed your brows in confusion. She had always mentioned someone dropping by to drop some things off from her next-door neighbor, and yet, you hadn’t met this neighbor of hers. Nonna opened the door and the person behind it wasn’t someone you were expecting. “Oh, thank you, dear!” She grabbed the set of glass bowls. “Would you like to come in?” 
The man behind the door said, “I wouldn’t want to impose-”
“No, please! Come and meet my granddaughter.” Nonna opened the door wider, so her guest could look into her house, and that was when he saw you, standing in the entryway with your mouth slightly open. “Harry, this is my lovely granddaughter--the one I’ve been telling you about.”
“Hi, I’m Harry,” he said breathlessly. His gaze was trained right on you, and Nonna looked between you two as the both of you looked at one another with shock. 
“Hi, uh, Y/N,” you shook his hand as you were quite speechless. He was quite attractive and looked young. He had short, curly brown hair that was pushed back with a red patterned bandana. He wore a black Nike jacket, shorts, and running shoes. 
There was a moment of silence between you two as the both of you looked at each other. His expression was soft as his eyes seemed to burn into you, making you captivated by his stare. It felt like time had stopped for a moment as you two looked into each other’s eyes, trying to map out what the intent stare really meant. Could it be? Before you allowed yourself to feel the imaginative spark, you broke out of your trance, placing your head down as you thought for a moment. He cleared his throat to relieve the silence as he scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere other than you. 
“I’m just going to put these away,” Nonna broke the silence as she smirked to herself while leaving the room and to the kitchen before you let out a breath. 
Harry smiled amusingly, chuckling a tad bit. His dimples popped out when he did so and you thought he was the cutest thing to ever walk the Earth. You walked closer to him so you were in the spot Nonna was prior as Harry was still standing on the doorstep. 
“Hi,” you simply greeted. 
Harry’s smile widened. “Hello.” 
“So, uh, how do you know Nonna again?” You asked curiously, tilting your head as you placed your hand on the doorknob on the other side, leaning against the door. 
“My mum lives next door actually. She and Tallie are quite close friends, so I would see your Nonna every time I would visit Mum, and Mum would have me bring things over sometimes—whatever the two talked about,” he explained, and you nodded understandingly, thinking that it was truly a small world. 
“How long has your mom lived there?” You wondered. 
“About a year and a half now,” he answered. Your brows furrowed as you were genuinely confused about why you haven’t met Harry before because you would always visit Nonna. He looked at you oddly as well, wondering the same thing. 
He’s known Tallie ever since Anne moved next door, and also found it strange that he’s never met you before. Tallie had mentioned her daughter, which was your mother, and has met Kath before--many times. She also mentioned you briefly, but he’s never seen any pictures of you, so he wouldn’t have recognized you if he met you. 
“That’s strange, isn’t it?” You suddenly asked, and Harry nodded his head. Before he could say anything more, Nonna walked into the room. 
“You kids doing okay?” She asked, and you smiled at her, nodding your head. “Do you two want to make some bread?” She suggested enthusiastically. You and Harry both chuckled, looking at one another briefly before you both said yes. Nonna clapped her hands, urging you two to follow her into the kitchen. “The dough has been resting for an hour already, so if you two could do me a favor and knead it for me, that would be great.” 
After the three of you washed your hands, Nonna instructed you on how she would like her bread to be shaped like breadsticks. You and Harry complied as she was making the butter. 
“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?” He sparked up a conversation as he kneaded the dough; you were doing the same. 
“I teach at the college about an hour away. Anatomy and Physiology professor,” you said humbly, and his brows raised. 
“You sure know a lot about the body then…” he suddenly pointed out, eyes widening immediately as he stopped kneading. “That was really weird, I’m sorry.” You laughed loudly as he cringed at himself. “I was just trying to state the obvious since you studied anatomy, and it went smoother in my head.” His cheeks turned into a pink tint color as he scratched his neck--something that you already noticed he did when he felt nervous or awkward--feeling the embarrassment rush through him. 
You chuckled, looking up from the dough. “No worries. You’re…cute.” Harry didn’t say anything but shyly smile. 
“What about you?” 
“Besides living in general,” he started, and you laughed. “I’m a physical therapist. I work at the hospital downtown.” 
“Ah, interesting. So, you would know a lot about the body too then, huh?” You teased, placing his words in your mouth. 
Harry genuinely laughed loudly, filling the kitchen with his sounds. “Perhaps I do. That was a good one,” he said once he calmed down from his laughter. You beamed at him before you studied him a bit, trying not to get caught. 
You were so caught up in how focused he looked while kneading the dough, and the way his lips curled in as he rolled it between his hands. His hands were naked from the rings that you had seen prior before he took them off for this task, but the way his hands were built and what they could do had you limitlessly daydreaming for what seemed like forever. They looked strong, but they were pretty. The orange nail polish contrasted between the bulging veins in his hands, leaving a very fine line between it all. 
If you looked any longer, you would be drooling at the thought of this man’s hands, but luckily, Nonna tapped you and by the look on her face, she had caught you eyeing her delivery boy. “Yes, Nonna?” 
“Might wanna speed up the process, yeah?” She suggested, with her voice in a teasing manner. All you did was nod as you huffed out a chuckle before proceeding. 
After a bit more conversation with Harry, the dough was finally going into the oven, leaving an excited Nonna while Harry was placing the tray onto the rack. 
“Tallie, I would hate to not try the bread after it’s done, but I should probably get back to my Mum…” 
“Oh, go ahead, dear! I’m sorry to keep you for so long. I’ll be sure to bring some by when it’s done.” She reached up to hug him. “Be sure to tell Anne I said thank you for lending me the bowls, and thanks to you for delivering it.” 
“Always a pleasure. I’ll see you soon. Uh, Y/N,” he called out as you gave him your attention. “Walk me out?” You smiled, nodding your head. Harry said one last goodbye to Nonna before you followed him out of the house. 
“It was nice meeting you,” you told him, walking onto the sidewalk. You two were walking slowly since Anne’s house was right next door, and it seemed like you two wanted more time with one another even though it wasn’t said out loud. It was like you two already knew. 
“You as well,” he said honestly. You were standing right in front of you in Anne’s driveway, not quite wanting to leave just yet. 
Your heart started racing uncontrollably fast as you looked up at him. His green eyes still shined bright in the gloomy sky that looked like it was about to downpour any second, but they had caught your eye immediately, and you were completely lost in them. You weren’t able to look away and think how alluring his trance was. Your mind had stopped itself from long jumping into the conclusion that was begging you to finish the story, so you pulled your stare away instantly. 
“Uh, well. I’ll see you soon probably?” You asked, backing away from him. Harry slightly frowned but made sure not to make it obvious. 
“Yeah, you will,” he nodded, stepping back as he offered a friendly smile. 
“Bye, Harry,” you waved at him before you turned around and walked away. 
Harry walked into Anne’s home and straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He took a deep breath as he tried to calm down, heart beating outstandingly out of his chest that he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. When Harry walked into Tallie’s home, his heart was beating ten times faster ever since he saw you. He simply couldn’t stop staring at you, and the only way he stopped was when you had broken the stare. He definitely felt the spark there, and he wondered if you did too. He sure hoped so because he had never felt that strong of a feeling inside of him with anyone else. 
Anne walked into the kitchen once she heard the commotion from upstairs, and saw her son leaning against the counter, head down and eyes closed, and that’s when she began to worry. 
“Harry? Love, are you okay?” She ran to his side, placing her hand on his arm. Harry continued to take deep breaths, increasing Anne’s concern. “Answer me, please. You’re scaring me.” The sound of her voice was breaking Harry’s heart as he never wanted his mother to be concerned or scared, but naturally, as a mom, it was her job to be. 
“Mum, it’s her. It’s really her,” he breathed out a laugh as his voice was strained from the lack of breath he had. 
“What?” 
“Her name’s Y/N. She’s Tallie’s granddaughter. My soulmate.” His eyes watered that was quickly followed by slight tears that streamed down his face, feeling so overwhelmed by the joy that overtook him. 
“She’s here, huh?” Anne had tears in her eyes as she felt extremely happy for her son. All the heartbreaks and search for his soulmate had ended once he met you, knowing that it was going to change his life forever. Harry nodded, brushing the tears away from his face. 
All the signs were there; the gleaming stare, the spark that shocked him, the magnetic pull between you two, his heart rate rising, and he felt like you were the only person in the world when he looked at you. That’s when he knew. 
You were his soulmate. 
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The rain had poured down quite heavily as Harry ran inside the apartment complex with his small umbrella that had barely kept him dry. 
Shaking the excess water on his umbrella and wiping his shoes onto the floor mat, he rushed towards the open elevator before it closed because it always took a while to land in the lobby. 
“Hold the doors, please!” He called out, quickly running his fastest while trying not to slip. A hand was seen between the doors as the doors reopened. Harry got into the elevator, taking a deep breath. 
“Harry?” He looked back at the other person who was in the elevator, and you were softly smiling at him as you took off your hood. You were wearing a burnt orange raincoat that he thought looked absolutely adorable on you, a university sweater underneath, black pants, along with black leather boots. Your eyes lit up at the presence of him, making him smile widely, feeling the attraction from you once again. 
“H-Hi,” he stumbled over his words, to which he mentally slapped himself. He cleared his throat, “How are you?” I miss you, he wanted to say. It had been about two weeks since he last saw you at Tallie’s house, and considering you were his soulmate, that seemed like a very long time. There was no doubt that Harry had been on your mind since you met him. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you overthink every possible thing he could mean to you. It was crazy to think that he wouldn’t leave your brain considering you had just met him. You concluded that Harry was just an attractive man, the first man you’ve ever looked at that way since Eric. 
“Good!” You said too overly excited, making Harry chuckle at your chirpy voice. You fake coughed, making your voice a tad bit lower. “Good, yeah. What about you?” 
“Doing great!” The elevator doors open, and Harry stepped aside, letting you in first before he followed. “Do you live here?” 
“Yeah, I do. This is me,” you stopped walking and stood in front of apartment 425 as you fiddled with your keys, nervously. You’ve been living here ever since you graduated college, and you didn’t fully move in with Eric because you planned to move in with him after you two got married, so luckily, you didn’t get rid of this place. “Do you also live here or are you visiting someone?” 
“I live here too. I’m actually on the floor above yours, like directly above.” Harry realized that he didn’t even press the button to his floor in the elevator. 
“525?” You asked as your brows furrowed. Harry nodded, giving you a small smile. “No way! Guess we’re neighbors…in a way?” You chuckled, and Harry grinned. 
“Guess we are,” he slightly giggled. 
“Uh, did you want to come in?” You asked. Harry’s eyes widened a bit, surprised by your offer, and you saw how shocked he was. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. It’s raining and thought it’d be nice to have some company.” 
“I’d love to. Thank you,” he responded, nodding his head. You smiled as you proceeded to unlock the door, stepping inside as Harry followed behind you. 
The layout of your apartment was the same as his since he was on the same side and right above you, but there was something about your apartment that felt like…home to him. He thought it had to do with the fact that it’s your space and you were in it because no one’s home felt like this besides yours. You had a few small potted plants along the windowsill along with a large one in the corner. Right next to the plant was a small wooden table with your red record player on top of it. A mustard yellow velvet couch was pushed against the wall facing the TV that rested on a white shelf bookcase that held many books and vinyl records in the cubbies along with random knick-knacks on the surface. A wooden round coffee table was placed in the middle with a vanilla candle on top of a few fashion magazines. Underneath the table was a white rug that looked warm to dig his feet in on a cold day. Three concert posters that were framed were hung on the wall, and he knew you were his soulmate because the three bands that you had on your wall were his absolute favorite; Fleetwood Mac, Queen, and The Beatles. 
His heart fluttered as he looked around, feeling like this was a part of you that he finally knew now. This part of you felt like home to him as he was immediately washed over with the feeling of comfort right when he stepped into your apartment. He felt so welcomed that it was going to be difficult for him to leave your space. 
“Make yourself at home.” Definitely home, he thought. “Would you like some hot chocolate?” You asked, taking out a saucepan from the cupboards. 
“I would love some,” he smiled, sitting on the couch where he could see you pour the milk into the pot. After a few moments, he saw you rush back into the living area. 
“Sorry, let me put some music on.” You kneeled on the hardwood floors to look at your collection before you turned your head back to him. “Any requests?” 
“Any Christmas song would be lovely and very fitting,” he requested. It was the beginning of December, and Harry was in the holiday mood. Plus, you were preparing hot chocolate, so it is more than appropriate. 
You smiled, nodding your head as you ran your fingers along your selection before pulling one out. Harry noticed the cover art as you pulled the record out.  Ultimate Christmas by Frank Sinatra played on the record player, filling the room with melodious tunes. You walked back to the kitchen before flashing him a smile. He sat on the couch and soaked in the music as he heard humming from the kitchen, and he grinned. Harry felt a warm feeling in his chest as he saw you stir in the hot cocoa into the hot milk as you hummed White Christmas. This moment right here and right now was something he wanted to experience every single day--where you would make hot cocoa as he would watch you with sparkling eyes, thinking how Frank Sinatra’s voice fitted so well with the holiday vibe. 
You came back with two red mugs with a bright smile on your face. “Do you mind placing the coasters on the table?” Your eyes pointed at the coasters underneath the candle. Harry nodded and placed two glass coasters onto the table, and he took a good look at both of them. One of the coasters stated ‘Be Kind’ in pink, and the other printed ‘Love Wins’ in multiple colors. He smiled, knowing the smallest things in your apartment was making him fall for you even more. 
“Hope you like it. I also should’ve asked what you liked with your hot chocolate but I just assumed you liked the same thing as me,” you chuckled nervously. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, but you think it had to do with the fact that another man was in your apartment that wasn’t Eric. 
Harry looked down at his hot chocolate. There were several marshmallows in the hot drink and a scoop of whipped cream with chocolate shavings to complete the drink. He smiled to himself as he took a sip, covering up his flustered demeanor. 
“It’s exactly what I wanted. I drink mine the same way,” he replied, and you smirked. 
“Glad I know a man with great taste,” you teasingly winked at him, and Harry nearly melted in his seat, and it for sure wasn’t from the hot cocoa because he wanted to reply with ‘More like your soulmate.’ He wanted to know what you were thinking in that beautiful head of yours. 
He wanted to know if you felt the same things he does. Did your heart beat uncontrollably fast every time he looked at you? Did you get sucked into a different dimension every time you looked at him? Did you have the urge to move closer to him, closing the gap between you two? Because Harry felt all those things with the simple act of you sitting next to him, and he really wanted to know if you felt the same way. 
You crossed your arms as the chilly weather rushed through you. “To be honest, I’m quite shocked that we live in the same building. I wasn’t planning on going back to Nonna’s until the end of the month, so I didn’t expect to see you.” 
“So, you were thinking about me?” He raised his brows teasingly.
“And if I was?” You decided to tease back but came out more like flirting. 
Harry paused for a moment, drinking his hot drink as he looked up at you through his lashes. “Then…I would say I was thinking about you too.” You nodded slightly, quickly grabbing your drink as you took a sip from it, hiding away your blush behind the mug. “What’s it like being a teacher? Can’t imagine standing in front of everyone and practically perform, I guess.” 
You breathed out a laugh, thinking the opposite. He had the look of a rockstar, and his name sounded badass. 
“It’s great. I try being their friend rather than a teacher because I feel like if they’re comfortable with me, they’ll retain and understand the material better. I learned that if you’re comfortable with someone, you’ll listen to them, so that’s what I did. And most of them are doing exceptionally well. Some of my colleagues are always surprised with how many students I get during office hours because I encourage using office hours and my email, so I’m quite busy,” you explained humbly. Harry admired your hard work and dedication, and he already knew you were a great professor just by what you told him. 
“So, what made you want to become an anatomy professor?” Harry changed the subject, feeling a bit flustered himself. 
“I was undecided with my major in college until I had to take a few science classes. One of them was anatomy, and I just fell in love with it. I really enjoyed learning it, and just fell in love with the subject,” you explained. 
“The professor part?” 
“My anatomy professor was the best. She made teaching look so fun and enjoyable. Plus, I’ve heard one too many stories about students having teachers who weren’t compassionate or sympathetic, and I didn’t like that at all. So, I wanted to be one of those teachers who made sure students learned and have a professor who was understanding,” you said humbly. 
“That’s very sweet of you. Unfortunately, I’ve had those professors who were pretty tough and not so compassionate.” You pouted. You always hated hearing or reading tweets when students would type out an email and express what they were currently going through to their professor, only for their professor to lack compassion and support to students who were trying to do their best. 
That’s why you wanted to become an educator. You wanted to make learning fun for your students and have them enjoy going to class rather than dreading it and being nervous to walk in. 
“What about you? What made you want to become a physical therapist?” You asked. 
Harry set his mug down onto the coaster. “The same as you. Something about bones and the muscles fascinated me and how they worked. I grew up loving sports, so that helped a bit, but wanting to help people recover properly was a main goal as well.” 
“You’re kind like that; someone who wants to help out others,” you complimented, and Harry blushed. 
“Thank you. It also has to do with the fact that one of my friends in secondary school, Max. He got injured pretty badly. He played football, or soccer, and he tore his ACL, which you probably know already, but it takes about six to twelve months to recover from that—physically and mentally. He loved the sport like no other, and couldn’t wait to get into it. His doctor cleared him when he was four months into therapy. Four. Doctor said he was looking good, so he cleared him earlier than usual.” Harry shook his head in disbelief as he told the story and you sat next to him, listening as your mouth was slightly open. “Like most of us, we listen to doctors more than we listen to our bodies. So, Max started to play again, and as expected, he hurt himself again…” he trailed off. 
You placed your hand on his knee, comforting him. You could tell that Max meant a lot to him, and by the way he was acting at the moment, he cared enough to dedicate his life towards wanting to be better to people who rely on him. 
“And he couldn’t play again. That was when I realized that I wanted to study the body. It was a long journey to get my doctorate, but I eventually got it at twenty-seven, and I’ve been working as a therapist for about a year and a half now; the same amount of time I’ve been here,” he said humbly. 
“That’s great, Harry. You must be so proud of yourself,” you offered him a smile. 
“I am, yeah. You must be too. Guess we both have a knack for changing some perspective, huh?” He softly smiled. 
“Yeah, we do.” 
Throughout the rest of the night, both of you got to know one another. You found out that you had a lot in common with him, such as your interests in the body (given both of your careers), movies and TV shows, books, and food; told each other childhood stories, and talked about your families. It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t judge you, especially with what happened a month ago. 
It was nearing midnight as the time seemed to go by quicker than usual. After two more glasses of hot cocoa, Harry let out a yawn as he checked the time on his phone. 
“I should probably get going--let you rest up,” he said politely, grabbing his mug. 
You nodded, agreeing as you didn’t realize how late it was. “Okay. Oh, you could just leave it there; I’ll clean up.” Harry was too tired to debate, so he put the mug down before you walked him to the door. “I had a great time. Thank you for inviting me in and giving me hot chocolate.” 
“Of course. I had a lovely time as well. Maybe…we should do it again sometime?” You suggested. Harry’s eyes gleamed as he slightly smirked; a tint of pink formed on his cheeks. 
“I would love that.” You said a soft ‘okay’ as you smiled. He looked at you for a moment, noticing your eyes sparkling in the dim light of your apartment as you stared up at him in such fondness, making his heart melt in every way possible. Harry cleared his throat as he was so caught up in your stare that almost hypnotized him. “Well, you know where I live, so come visit if you want or maybe I’ll see you on another elevator ride,” he playfully joked, earning a giggle from you. 
“Sleep well, Harry,” you told him as he walked out the door, away from the space that felt most comforting to him. 
“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He flashed you another smile, and your knees nearly melted at the sight of his gorgeousness. Your grip on the door handle tightened, holding you up from falling to the ground. 
You waited for him to turn the corner to head to the elevator before you closed your door. Placing your back flat against the door, you covered your face as a rush of giddiness hit you as your face began to warm up. That was the most fun you had in a while, even if it was just as simple as a long conversation.��
You thought about Harry as you cleaned up and got ready for bed. Thinking about how sweet and kind he was. You never had met anymore who was so polite and nice while looking like that. There was no denying that you found Harry attractive--anyone with eyes could see that, but there was something about his inner aura and personality that you found extremely alluring and intriguing. You wanted to uncover and unravel all of his traits. That was when you knew you were collectively fucked. 
As you went to bed, you dreamt of his green eyes and beautiful smile; drifting off to sleep, unaware that your heart was completing the gaps of Harry’s heartbeat. 
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Two weeks had passed since your first hangout with Harry, and you two had been hanging out ever since. Throughout those two weeks, you’d seen him at Nonna’s three times. The first time was unexpected, when you pulled into her driveway, you saw Harry helping her walk. Nonna had a sprained ankle from missing a step when she was walking down the stairs, and luckily, Harry was a physical therapist. Seeing the sight made your heart warm. The other two times were planned and you two decided to drive to her home together. It was very domestic of you two, and the level of comfort was something you never experienced with someone you just met. Nonna was happy to see you two getting along so well, she obviously knew something you were yet to figure out. 
It was nice hanging out with him, you thought. He was a great and funny friend that could make you laugh for hours. But he was also someone you trusted that you could talk to about anything. It was  bizarre to think considering you’d only known him for a short amount of time. Harry was just so open-minded, exciting, and new. Plus, you didn’t have many friends that lived close to you, so Harry living upstairs was just a walk in the park. 
You were getting ready to have brunch with Harry and Anne. It was your first time meeting her, and you were a bit nervous if you were being honest. As Harry’s friend, you wanted Anne to like you, and you really hoped Nonna had talked you up a bit. 
A knock was heard on your front door, and you took a deep breath before answering. Harry was standing behind it, wearing a plain white t-shirt, pink corduroy pants, and a black coat. Something that took you by surprise was that he was wearing brown tortoise framed glasses that fit him so well and nearly made you melt. 
“Harry, you look very…nice.” Your breath hitched in your throat causing you to choke up a breath as he was completely breathless. 
The corner of his lips turned up. “Thank you, so do you.” You smiled. Shall we go?” You nodded and followed him out, locking your door. 
The restaurant Anne picked was not too far from your apartment complex—about 20 minutes. The entire drive to the restaurant, you and Harry sang your heart out to ABBA, pointing at each other as you both screamed out ‘You can dance, you can jive!’ 
“Y/N, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” Anne greeted you with a hug, and your nerves slightly dropped as she welcomed you with a hug. “Harry’s told me so much about you!” 
Harry gave Anne a knowing look as a way to tell his mum ‘don’t tell her everything,’ and Anne gave him the same look saying ‘I won’t.’ 
“I can’t wait to get to know you. Our table is ready,” Anne said as she pulled away from you. You nodded your head in agreement as you all followed the hostess to your table. 
Talking to Anne was something so refreshing. She was so sweet and kind, and you immediately knew where Harry got his best traits from. She also knew how to crack a few jokes here and there, making you almost spit your mimosa out or choke on your food. 
Harry watched you two interact and his eyes watched with so much fondness. His mum and soulmate getting along was something he was so grateful for because he wouldn’t know what he would do if you two hated each other. The interaction was so natural between you two that he thought you were going to be the best of friends. 
“So, I hope this is not a personal question, but have you found your soulmate, sweetheart!” Anne suddenly asked, and Harry choked on his water, making him cough reluctantly as he struggled to breathe. Anne rose from her chair as you gently slapped his back a few times to help him out. Once he was okay from his cough attack, he wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Darling, are you okay?” She gave him a concerning look. 
Harry nodded, his face slightly red from the lack of air. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good, yeah.” 
“You sure?” You asked. Your hand hadn’t left his back, and you could immediately feel the tingly feeling that spread throughout your arm like his touch shocked you throughout. Harry nodded again, reassuring you and Anne. You turned back to Anne, realizing that she had an unanswered question. “Uh, back to your question—no I haven’t found my soulmate.” 
“Really?” Her tone coming out surprising. 
You nodded. “Yeah. I thought I did, turns out he wasn’t the one.” Harry was eyeing you nervously as he sat beside you. He gulped, wanting to know everything. 
“I’m sure you’ll find them soon, sweetheart,” Anne reassured, and you gave her an appreciating smile. “Your Nonna seems quite keen on soulmates,” she pointed out. 
You nodded. “Yeah, she is. She started talking about soulmates since I was young. She found hers when she was sixteen. Her and Papa’s love was so special. Unfortunately, he passed away about five years ago you explained, and Anne frowned slightly. 
“I’m sorry to hear that, love.” 
“It’s okay! Feel like he’s always somewhat around. He owned a beach house that he passed down to me, and I go there every month, but I never change the furniture or take anything down, so it very much feels like he’s still with me,” you smiled as you told them. 
“That’s lovely, sweetheart. I’m sure he is, and I’m sure he’s proud of you.” You softly smiled at Anne’s words, appreciative of them. You felt Harry’s hand on yours that was resting on the table, and you warmed up at his touch. Turning your head towards him, you flashed him a smile and he sent you a subtle and innocent wink, making your stomach turn into knots. Luckily, you were sitting because you would have surely fallen if you were standing. 
“Where’s your beach house located, by the way?” Harry asked. 
“Monterey.” You answered and you noticed Harry’s eyes widen, glancing towards Anne. “What?” 
“I actually have a house there.” Now, that was new news. 
“Really?” He nodded. 
“Yeah, it’s in Pebble Beach. Where’s yours?” 
“New Monterey.” Pebble Beach was about a fifteen-minute drive from where your beach house was at, on opposite ends of the coast. 
Something was interesting about the fact that Harry was on the other side of your beach house. You’d been to Pebble Beach many times, sometimes walking the hour walk there to get away. If you hadn’t met Harry at Nonna’s, would you have met him at the beach house? 
You shook off the thought, realizing that Anne had changed the subject, so you listened. 
Brunch went by, and you were parting ways with Anne. You promised you would visit her when you visited Nonna, to which she beamed and hugged you tightly. Harry and Anne hugged, and they said ‘I love you’ to each other. Your heart warmed at the mother and son duo, thinking they had the best dynamic. 
You and Harry drove back to the apartment complex in comfortable silence, all the way up to his apartment. You two would take turns sharing your apartments because they both made a great hang out spot. His place was your favorite, though. The first time you stepped in it, you felt an immediate calmness to the disarray of what your reality felt like. It was like you never wanted to leave his apartment, simply wanting to cuddle into his couch with a soft blanket over you. You could possibly stay there forever, you thought. 
Harry made you both a cup of hot chocolate as it was starting to become thing for you both. It was nice; having a thing with you. It made him feel involved and important in your life. 
“Do you want to have an honesty hour?” You asked once he set your mug onto the coaster before he took a seat right beside you. 
He raised his brows. “Were you not being honest with me before?” He teased, and you nudged his shoulder. 
“I’m serious,” you giggled, and it was music to his ears. 
“I am too, but yes we could always have an honest hour. Tell me something.” He curled his lips in, and you couldn’t help but look at his mouth before you quickly glanced back up to his eyes. 
“What do you wanna know?” 
“Whatever you want to tell me. I’d be happy to listen,” he reassured. You decided you wanted to tell him what happened a month ago with the whole Eric situation. It was something you could open up to him about since he wasn’t at the wedding, so you knew he wouldn’t judge you.
You smiled softly. “It’s funny how we live in a world full of soulmates, huh?” You started. Harry’s breath hitched into his throat. He started to feel anxious right as you mentioned soulmates that led him to be speechless; he nodded instead. “Well, my Nonna has been telling me everything about soulmates ever since I was born. She constantly went on and on about it--always asking me if I’ve found mine ever since I turned thirteen. I was excited, y’know? She hyped it up so much that I couldn’t wait until I was older to find my soulmate.” Harry gulped, not saying anything. He felt a ‘but’ coming in, so he waited until you were finished. “I went through my teenage years with my friends talking about their soulmates that had found them when they were fifteen or sixteen. I was the only one alone. I don’t know why, but the universe must hate me.” 
“The universe does not hate you,” he disagreed, shaking his head at the hateful words as he slightly frowned. 
“No, it does. When I went to college, I stopped believing in the soulmate shit. I dated whoever I wanted without that pressure. But there was this one person that almost made me believe in soulmates…” you trailed off, and Harry took a deep breath. Maybe she does feel all those things for me? He thought. “His name’s Eric. I met him my last year of college…and we’re engaged--or were engaged.” Harry’s eyes widened as they slightly watered. His heart pounded through his chest as if he couldn’t breathe anymore. 
“Y-You were engaged?” He stuttered, holding back his tears. 
“Yeah. I said the universe hated me because I ran out and left him at the altar. When he was saying his vows, I thought of everything Nonna had told me. The heartbeat, the stare, the pull, everything. I didn’t feel that with him, and it was shit timing as well, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t feel the same way for me too,” you explained before taking another sip. 
“So, do you believe in it now?” He slipped in the question. 
“I mean…possibly. I know there’s someone out there for me--maybe. But I really pushed back the idea of my soulmate ever since I felt left out when I was a teenager, so I’m not entirely sure what the exact feeling you feel when you see your soulmate because I just pushed it out of my head and forgot about it.” Harry nodded understandingly. 
It made much more sense to him, and you answered all of his questions. He knew that you weren’t feeling all of those things with him. It definitely hurt him, but he’d hoped that those feelings would come around soon because he’d sat right in front of you, waiting for the right moment to tell you that he was yours. 
“Have you seen him since?” He carried on the conversation, wanting to know all the details and information that he could get. 
“Since the wedding?” Harry nodded, and you shook his head. “No, I haven’t. It’s been about a month since I saw him last. I’ve just been texting him to see if he’s doing okay because I don’t know where his head’s at, but he told me that he would call me when he’s ready to talk, which I have to respect and understand.” 
“A month?” 
Your brows raised slightly. “Hmm, yeah, a month.” Harry's heart began to beat faster, and he clasped his hands together to prevent them from shaking. “I feel bad, y’know? I feel like I’m now painted as this horrible person, but I know I am-” 
“Hey, no, you’re not,” Harry disagreed, shaking his head. “You’re pretty amazing.” Your eyes lightened up a bit. “I’ve only known you for a couple of weeks, and you’re possibly the sweetest person I’ve met. You’re funny, smart, and really fuckin’ kind. You made a decision that was going to affect your entire life. That doesn’t mean you’re a horrible person.” You didn’t say anything but nodded your head slightly with a small smile at his words. He didn’t need to hear anything from you to know that you were appreciative of his words. 
“I wanna know everything about you, H.” You changed the subject, not wanting to talk more about your failed relationship. 
His body turned warm at the sudden nickname. “Everything?” He raised his brows as he took a sip of his drink. He was a bit wary about your sudden want, but he knew that he could trust you. 
You nodded. “Tell me all your secrets,” you whispered. Your words came out seductive, which you didn’t mean to, but by the way he was looking at you, it seemed like your words had some effect on him. 
He curled his lips into his mouth as you pierced your eyes into his as his heart began to beat harder. He smirked a little, chuckling to himself at his reaction. 
“You're in for it, love. Have a lot to cover.” 
A blush formed onto your cheeks. “The floor’s yours.” He took a deep breath before he proceeding to tell you something very important to him. and he hoped he wouldn’t overwhelm you with this information. 
“When I moved here, a year and a half ago, I was diagnosed with Bradycardia Arrhythmia—my heart would beat slowly as you know. They put a pacemaker in after my second collapse. It was so sudden, and I have no idea where it came from, maybe smoking for an entire year when I was in uni, I’m not sure. But I moved here in August, so around that time, I collapsed. Mum rushed me to the hospital and they did a bunch of tests and diagnosed me, and now I have a pacemaker,” he explained calmly. 
The feeling in your chest was something you’ve never felt before. The heart tightened as he spoke every word, causing the pain to increase as your heart sank. Your eyes watered, not wanting them to fall because he didn’t need your pity. 
“Harry, a-are you okay now?” You asked, voice small. 
“Yeah, I think so. Uh, on Saturday at around eleven in the morning, two weeks before we met, I collapsed again. This time, I really couldn’t breathe. It genuinely felt like it was my last day on Earth. My lungs were closing in and my heart was slowing down. My mum was with me at my beach house, and I was lucky that she was there because she immediately called 911 and got me to the hospital.” You looked at him with fear in your eyes as you listened to the gut wrenching story. “I was gone for fifteen minutes, Y/N. Fifteen. It was some sort of miracle…” 
Then it suddenly hit you. 
It all made sense. 
Your heart suddenly opened up fully and the traces of doubt were left behind. Your mind started to piece together the reasons why you haven’t met your soulmate, and it was all right in front of you. The stories and journeys Harry had gone through had all added up. 
The beating organ in your chest had pounded so hard that you felt the beat through your ears, making it impossibly hard to hear, but your heart was fluttering uncontrollably that you couldn’t help but smile and blush. You could see it now—his stare. His eyes captivated yours as he looked so deeply into your eyes that you could stay lost in them forever and never worry about a thing. The magnetic pull and attraction towards him felt like you couldn’t hold back; that you wanted to continue being close to him as you inched closer to him. 
Your mind was coming up with different theories on why your soulmate was taking so long, but they all concluded to him. To Harry. 
It all made sense. 
The reason why it took so long for your soulmate to show was because Harry hadn’t moved here until a year and a half ago. He was still back in England getting his doctorate, and the separation between you two made it impossible to meet. Somehow your mind made up the conclusion that the only reason why you two met after Harry living here, in the same building, for a year and a half was because you were still with Eric; your time was spent on someone who wasn’t your soulmate. 
“Harry…” you whispered. 
His brows raised. “I’m okay now! Really, I am. I don’t think I’ll have any more collapses…” he said knowingly. His tone was like he knew something you didn’t, like he knew you were his soulmate. 
“Harry…” you repeated. 
“Yeah?” You reached forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Your actions took him by surprise, but he immediately hugged you back, hurrying his face into your shoulder. 
You had instantly felt the warmth that he provided, not wanting to pull back. You took deep breaths, and you could physically feel Harry’s heart beating in sync with yours as you two sat in front of each other. 
“Why didn’t…you tell me?” You breathed out, eyes glossy as you pulled away from the hug. 
Harry noticed your change of emotion and he looked at you with a concerned face. He gently placed his hands on the sides of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb as your tears spilled out. 
“Tell you what?” He asked, still clueless. 
“Why didn’t you tell me you were my soulmate?” You questioned. 
Harry’s breath was caught in his throat. He didn’t know if you were angry or disappointed with him, but you didn’t show any sign of anger, so he slightly relaxed. Your face was filled with confusion, and he wanted to take that away quickly. 
“You know?” 
“Yeah, I know,” you nodded, tears threatening to spill out. 
“I, uh,” he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I felt it immediately when I first met you, and I didn’t think you did yet. I should’ve told you…” he grabbed both of your hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing the back of your hand sweetly. 
Harry’s eyes watered. He didn’t know if you were happy that he was your soulmate because you haven’t said anything, so he anxiously kept kissing your hand. 
You inched forward, placing your forehead against his as both of your hands were in between you two. Your lips met with his hand before you pulled away. 
“I felt it. I felt it all when you told me your story and about your condition. It was like your heart opened up for me and my heart finally had the realization that you were right in front of me—this whole time.” You sniffled. Harry’s tears streamed down his face as the overwhelming feeling was present in his chest, making his heart pound through his chest. Your hearts were in sync with one another, so you placed your hand flat on his chest, feeling the beating organ that was giving you so much life. 
“I can’t believe this is happening…” he said in disbelief. 
“Harry…I should tell you that, uh, the first time you collapsed—when you were diagnosed with your condition, that was when Eric proposed to me. Your second collapse, a month ago, that was my wedding day. The time you collapsed was when I was at the altar. There were just so many thoughts running around in my head that I physically and mentally couldn’t be in front of my ex because I just knew he wanted the one for me,” you explained. 
Harry’s mind immediately clicked. “Then when you left the altar was when I was brought back to life…” he pieced together like a puzzle. His missing puzzle piece was you. Your eyes softened, smiling at him because at least you did some good in the last month. “You saved me.” 
“I can’t help but think that I was the one that caused all of this,” you poured, and he shook his head. 
“No, no. You didn’t. If you’re going to blame yourself for that, then I’m going to blame myself for getting together with other people back in England, causing you to not believe that you have a soulmate,” he challenged. You shook your head in disagreement. “Then we have nothing to blame ourselves for, okay? We’re here now.” 
You placed your forehead against his as you whispered,” Yeah, we are.” You close your eyes for a moment, trying to take in the events. You couldn’t believe that after knowing Harry for more than two weeks, he was your soulmate this entire time. 
Pulling away a bit, you looked at him as your eyes glimmered. The tips of your noses touched in the most delicate way as you looked at each other. The room was filled with so much clarity, light, and…love. You smiled softly as the corners of Harry’s lips turned up into a grin, dimples poking out. 
“Can I kiss you?” He finally asked, eyes looking down at your lips and back to your eyes. 
You nodded, your heart beating ten times faster. He moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear before gently placing his hands on your cheeks as he moved forward to capture his lips with yours. His touch and lips ignited you as the sparks ran through your body, making you pull him closer. His lips were something you’d never felt before. They were soft, gentle, and loving as he moved in sync with you, meeting your tongue with his in such a passionate and deep way. 
You felt completely overwhelmed with happiness as you smiled into the kiss, tears rushing down your face as you knew the wait was finally over. He was here. 
Harry moved you on your back as he hovered over you, lips never disconnecting as it was something he wanted to do forever. You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly grabbing onto his curls as you earned a moan against your mouth from him. Involuntarily bucking your hips against him, you felt him grow between your legs in his flared pants as he grinded against your leg. 
He pulled away from the kiss only to kiss your jaw and neck, nibbling and sucking your skin, leaving a decent hickey on your skin. Your hands raked his clothed back, and Harry felt the way your nails dragged against his shirt, making his excitement increase because he couldn’t wait to actually feel it against his skin, only if you’d let him. 
“C-Can I, uh,” he stumbled with his words. 
“Harry, do you think we could wait?” You asked, indicating sex. His eyes widened, immediately getting off of you. 
“Oh, yeah! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“No, don’t be sorry. I just want to wait to do that with you,” you caressed his cheek. 
“Okay, that’s fair.” He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips to see if he wasn’t dreaming. 
The rest of the night was like this—you laid in his arms, stealing kisses from one another. He held you tightly, afraid that you would leave once he loosened his grip, but you were right where you needed to be. 
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A week went by, and you were happier than ever. You were in complete bliss with Harry, and you never wanted that feeling to stop. It seemed like Nonna was happier than you because she’d been waiting for this moment for so long. She wanted to see you happy, even Harry, you being happy together just made her heart warm. 
You were just getting back home from doing some shopping when your phone rang. Assuming that it was your soulmate, you smiled as you searched for your phone through your purse. But what you didn’t expect was to see the contact that you have been waiting a month for. 
“Eric? Hi,” you said surprisingly. 
“Hey. Uh,” he chuckled. “This is a bit weird, isn’t it? I just wanted to call to see if you were free to talk.” 
Your eyes widened. “Yeah! I just got home. Do you want to swing by right now if you’re available?” 
“Yeah, that’d be great. The same apartment, right?” 
“The same one. I’ll see you soon,” you confirmed before you bid each other goodbye. 
You waited for Eric for about thirty minutes, distracting yourself by cleaning and tidying up your place as you constantly overthought what you were going to say to him. This was going to be the first real conversation you were going to have with him in a month, not to mention the first time you’re seeing him after you ran away and left him at the altar. 
There was a hard knock on your door, startling you. You took a deep breath before you answered it, revealing your ex-fiancé. 
“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled, giving you a hug. He seemed happier and in a better mood than you’d expected. 
“Hi, how are you?” You invited him into your home. It still looked the same the last time he came over, which had been quite a while. 
“I’m doing good, you?”
“Good as well. Coffee?” You offered. 
“Please.” 
You made him a cup of coffee, remembering the way he liked it because of the amount of times you’d made it for him in the morning. Setting it on the coaster, you sat on the other end of the couch, facing him. There was a bit of silence between you two—both not knowing where to start the conversation, but you figured you needed to get everything out of your system, so you went first. 
“Eric, I’m really sorry for how I left things. I shouldn’t have done it the way I did, and I should’ve talked to you first before we even proceeded to the wedding, but all of a sudden, it clicked. When you were reading your vows, I was just thinking of all the things Nonna said to me, and I realized…you weren’t the one. You weren’t my soulmate,” you explained. Your shoulders relaxed, finally feeling like this was the first step before you got to live your life with Harry. 
“Hey,” he reached over to grab your hand. Now, you could say that you really don’t feel the same love as before. His touch wasn’t the same as Harry’s. Eric didn't give you the spark that crawled up your skin, only Harry did. “It’s totally okay. I mean that. I understand why you did that, and I’m glad you did because I knew you weren’t the one for me either, and it took me a while to realize that until…” he trailed. 
“Until?” You encouraged him to continue, but it clicked so quickly for you. “You met someone?” He smiled, nodded his head. “Holy shit! What?!” You exclaimed surprisingly. You were the furthest from mad, and you were actually really happy for him. 
“I did, yeah. She’s great, honestly. Her name is Mandy and I met her the night of our wedding,” he chuckled. “I went to a bar and met her there. And then I felt it. It’s the most exciting and exhilarating feeling in the world,” he excitedly said. 
“Isn’t it?” You raised your brows, and Eric furrowed his brows until he got what you meant. 
“Hold on…you…wait…you met yours didn’t you?” He speculated, and you laughed. 
“Yeah, I did. Two weeks after our wedding. Actually met him at Nonna’s. Turns out, they’ve known each other for a year and a half. Can you believe that?” 
“Actually, I can. Nonna Tallie knows everything. I’m pretty sure she knew that I wasn’t your soulmate too,” he said, laughing. You laughed along, deciding not to tell him that she actually did know. 
The rest of the night went on like this. You two caught up, and shared stories and memories that made you laugh when you looked back while pouring yourselves glasses on glasses of wine. You realized that you and Eric were much better as friends, and you’re glad that it didn’t end in a horrendous way because you really cherished and appreciated him. 
The night was getting late, and you two were giggling your tipsy hearts out as your eyes were trying theirs best to stay open. You realized you couldn’t fight over your exhausted and drunk self, so you decided to call it a night. 
“Uh, you could take the couch since it’s late and you can’t drive,” you offered. 
“Really? Thank you,” he smiled. You grabbed him an extra blanket and pillow, and bid him goodnight because you went to the restroom to do your skincare because you never forget to do your night routine no matter how drunk you are. 
You crashed onto your bed, closing your eyes as you let sleep and your dreams take over you, dreaming about the loveliest man just above you and how you couldn’t wait to see him again. 
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When you wanted to see Harry again, you didn’t expect it to be the way you did. 
After a long eight hours of dreaming of him, you heard a loud knock on the door, causing you to jolt awake. Still groggy as you were sitting up in bed, you heard footsteps walking towards the door, and you had nearly forgotten Eric was still in your apartment and that he was going to answer the door. 
What you didn’t expect was to hear the familiar raspy and deep voice that said ‘Who the fuck are you?’ making you quickly get out of bed and heading towards the door. Eric was shirtless, clearly still sleepy, and Harry was standing on your doorstep with a bag of food in his hands. 
The picture looked bad and wrong. With you and Eric just getting out of separate beds, respectfully, and Eric not wearing a shirt, it really wasn’t what it looked like. 
“Harry-”
“A-Are you cheating on me?” Harry asked, not knowing if those were the right words. Sure, you were his soulmate, but he hadn’t made things official yet. 
“Hey, man-”
“I’m clearly not talking to you,” he interrupted Eric, giving him a stern look. 
You gently pulled his face down so he could look at you. “Listen to me, please?” He didn’t say anything, so you continued. “This is Eric, my ex. He came here to talk last night and we had a few glasses of wine and I let him crash on the couch, that’s all.” 
Harry nodded, but his face clearly said that he wasn’t convinced. You looked at him with a sad expression, feeling useless on what you could do to get him to believe you. 
“You know…” he started. His face looked disappointed, and you wished he flashed you his smile. “I found it odd that you didn’t know I was your soulmate when I first met you, and it hurt me, to be honest. It broke my heart. I waited patiently for you for my entire life, and I waited even more when I met you and you didn’t know that it was me. I get that if you’re still in love with him, I get it. You were together for years, almost forever. But this…” he gestured towards you two. “It looks bad and it hurts me more than ever.” 
With that, he walked away. Rushing towards the staircase, you ran after him, calling for him, but he ignored you. His long strides beat yours as he took two steps at a time, and you barely kept up with him, so you just let him be for now. You sat on the cemented stairs, placing your face in your hands as you cried. Your sobs echoed throughout the empty staircase, and your heart felt like it was ripping in half—Harry’s heart breaking just added to your pain as well. 
And just when you had gotten your soulmate, you felt like you lost him. 
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A week had passed since you last saw Harry, and it was one of the longest, frustrating, and painful weeks you ever had to live through. 
The face Harry had given you was something you never wanted to see. The displeasurable look made your heart drop every time you thought about it, closing your eyes, it was the only thing you could see. 
He wasn’t talking to you, no matter how many times you knocked on his door and said sorry to him through the door that most likely came out muffled from the other side. Throughout the week, you tried your hardest not to get angry for being ignored as you refrained from telling him how unreasonable he was being. But you looked at things from his perspective, and you understood why he felt that certain anxiety of seeing Eric in your apartment…shirtless, might you add. 
It took you a while to figure out how that Harry was your soulmate, and you couldn’t imagine the doubt and discouraging feeling he had when you didn’t figure it out right away. You couldn’t imagine what he felt like when he first met you and felt everything indescribable. 
For what seemed like the millionth time this week, you walked into Nonna’s house, immediately feeling the warmth and comfort you felt every single time. But it wasn’t the kind of warmth you longed for from a certain someone. 
“Hey, Nonna,” you greeted once you entered, finding her on the couch, looking through her photo albums. 
“Hi, Chip. Come in and sit with me,” she patted the space next to her, and you gladly walked over, taking a seat, looking at the pictures of her and your grandfather when they were younger. 
“My soulmate. Miss you so much,” she said to the picture of the two of them smiling at the camera, touching Papa’s face. 
Nonna flipped through the album, telling you stories about every single picture. You loved hearing memories about your grandparents as they brought so much joy to you. Nonna’s stories were the last bit of hope you had in soulmates, and you made sure to never let it go. 
You saw Nonna take out a picture out of the slip, pointing at it as she told you another story. “This was me and your Papa when we went to the beach. We were with some friends, and he told me he was going to marry me. This wasn’t where he proposed, but this was when I heard it for the first time. I was surprised, but so in love.” She smiled at the photo of her and her soulmate. Nonna handed you the picture so you could get a better look. 
In the picture, they were both sitting in the sand and she was smiling at the camera while Papa was holding her waist, looking at her with so much love. They were such a beautiful couple and quite the lookers. 
As you studied the photograph, you noticed a couple in the back who equally looked in love as Nonna and Papa were. But to what shocked you was that the couple in the back looked just like you and Harry. You softly gasped, bringing the picture closer to your eyes, making sure you weren’t just imagining things, but sure enough, the couple looked exactly like the two of you. 
“Nonna, look at this. This couple right here,” you pointed at the picture. 
She squinted before she gasped herself. “Well, that looks quite like you and my delivery boy.” 
“W-Why is that exactly us?” You stuttered, a bit spooked out.
Nonna grabbed your hand, holding it tightly. “Soulmates are destined for your future. What they didn’t tell you, or what I didn’t tell you was that, before you’re born or even conceived, the universe already plans for your soulmate because they’re quick like that. They have this stronghold that they can’t help but put together two people who are made for each other, even if they’re not even on this earth yet. In your case, the universe put you and Harry together in your past lives, way before you both were born. You and Harry were made for each other. Don’t let him go, ever.” 
Without even realizing, you felt tears fall from your eyes as she explained. Your heart felt like it was exploding with so much love. 
You needed him. You needed the air he provided. The light in your darkest days. The love that fulfilled your heart. 
You handed Nonna the picture back, but she waved you off. “Keep it. Go get him, yeah?” 
Kissing her cheek in gratefulness, you sniffled as you headed to your home. 
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You found yourself exactly where you needed to be, knocking on the dark green door with the number 525 in gold. 
“Harry, please open the door,” you called out from outside. A frown settled upon your face as you continued to knock. The thought of Harry being on the other side of the door and ignoring you, made your heart ache. 
“Can't do that when I’m out here.” You turned your head to see Harry fiddling with his keys with a bag of groceries in his other hand. 
You smiled softly, rushing towards him before wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing yourself against him. “Missed you so much.” Your heart warmed when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, and you smiled into his shoulder. “Can we talk? Please?” You asked once you pulled away, looking at him with pleading eyes. And who was he to say no to that?
“Let’s go inside.” He walked past you, opening the door to let you in. You missed the homey feeling, and one week was too long without stepping foot into his place. He offered you a drink, but you declined, and he joined you on his sofa. 
There was an unfamiliar silence where you didn’t know if you should speak or let the silence take over you until the tension finally breaks. Harry wasn’t speaking either as he was waiting for you to speak since you were the one who almost knocked down his door with your fist with the constant knocking. 
“I’m sorry, Harry. This week has been brutal and I never want to go without you ever again. I looked at things from your perspective, and yeah, I would be frustrated and disappointed and hurt at me too. I couldn’t imagine what you were going through when you finally found me and I didn’t even know you were right in front of me. And I just want to say I’m sorry. Eric and I are over, and I don’t love him anymore. He’s already found his soulmate, and I have you…at least I think I still have you…” you said all in one breath, and your mind had gone into a spiral because you really didn’t know if you screwed things up. 
Harry breathed out a chuckle, smiling to himself as he looked down at his lap. You knew you hadn’t convinced him enough just by the way he’s silent, probably debating with himself in his head if he should believe you. So, you took out the picture Nonna had shown you from your purse, hesitantly giving it to him. 
He grabbed the picture and looked at him before he asked, “Who’s this?” 
“That’s my Nonna and Papa. Think they were, like, twenty here. But that’s besides the point…look at the couple in the back.” Harry squinted, observing the couple behind Nonna and Papa. The couple were facing the ocean; the woman was sitting in front of the man as his arms were warmed around her body. They were looking at one another, smiling brightly when the world was right in front of them. But their worlds were right in their arms. 
You noticed Harry’s eyes widen, looking at the couple again just as you did to make sure he’s not just hallucinating. He turned back to you, speechless, and you nodded. 
“That’s us in our past life. Nonna told me that the universe puts couples together even if they’re not born yet. Our souls were born to the stars and the moon. We were destined to be together decades ago, and we are now,” you hesitantly grabbed his hand, and you’re grateful that he didn’t pull away. His touch was on fire that the spark ignited into something so relieving. You looked at him so intently, and you couldn’t pull away. No matter how disappointed he was in you, there was still that sparkle when he looked at you. “Harry, I’m sorry if I made you think that I wasn’t in love with you. There is nothing more in the world than you, and you’re all I want. We’re made for each other, baby. I’ve been in love with you, I’ll be in love with you. Forever.” 
Silent tears streamed down Harry’s face as he curled his lips in. His heart was beating at a normal pace, only because it was now filled with the love and warmth that he’s asked for, and it all came from you. You filled that hole in his heart that’s been waiting to be sealed, and now you vowed to take care of it, and love and cherish it. 
Harry shifted closer to you and you smiled through your tears. He delicately touched your cheek like you were fragile glass, and you soaked in his touch that made your cheeks warm. You turned your head to kiss his palm as he cradled your face. He brought his face closer to yours and kissed the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. You smiled to yourself; you thought the gesture was sweet and you missed his touch and lips so much that it had made your heart physically ache. 
“I’m gonna make you happy, baby, I promise.” 
He nodded as his heart forgave you. “And I’ll do the same. Forever.” Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he spoke so softly, and his voice was deeper and raspier. “I was overreacting the last time--I’m sorry. I just closed myself off and-”
“Hey, it’s okay. Your feelings are valid. Let’s talk about it next time, okay?” You softly suggested, and he offered you a small smile of acceptance. 
“I’m gonna love you forever,” he said.
“You better,” you teased, smirking slightly as he chuckled. 
The tip of your noses touches as you closed your eyes before Harry leaned in and connected your lips together. The lips that were molding with yours had taken you back years, and it was like you had been kissing his lips for the entirety of your life, along with your beating heart that was beating for him all along. 
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swimmingleo · 3 years ago
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HSLOT boots and psychedelic fashion conspiracy
Are we ready to read too much into things once again but classic rock style ? Hell yeah, here we go.
DISCLAIMER I don't really believe in what I'm writing here, but I think it's fun and I like to entertain the thought of Harry going full nerd style to put up his lil uniform (I mean, he better has thought it through).
There is one thing that caught my attention about Harry's stage uniform and it's the consistency of his boots. Agreed, they're pretty, look comfortable and practical while serving the psychedelic 60's vibe he's going for (we'll come back to that), but they're custom made and I like to make a big deal out of thin air, so.
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da boots~
Let me introduce you to the niche world of Gohil's Shoes
Gohil's is a small independant shop located in Camden created by Velji Gohil in 1966. Back in the 60's, the shoemaker was notoriously known for his colorful, bold and unique handmade leather boots. Gohil supplied the iconic psychedelic boutique Granny Takes a Trip, which played a big part in the underground scene and where lots of rockstars would buy their outfits (Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Marc Bolan, yeah all of em).
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Rockstars such as Joe Cocker, Eric Clapton, Elton John or David Bowie popularized Gohil's boots designs or even directly commissioned him.
But where it gets interesting is when Pink Floyd gets involved oF COURSE OMG LEO SHUT UUUUP.
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No way to tell 100% but I'm pretty confident they're all rocking their lil Gohil's leather goods here, in all kind of colors like a proper uniform.
Syd Barrett the man himself got his own custom-made Gohil's boots: short ankle and elastic gussets (precisely. It will make sense later).
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cmon i like making parallels it's fun
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More of Syd's boots:
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Pink Floyd plays a massive role in the Gohil's lore because they gave the shoemaker proper credit and immortalized his work in classic rock culture by namedropping the shop in The Wall.
I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
[...]
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
But I got fading roots, Nobody Home
Please, I don't know why they purposely spelled it wrong, it's killing me.
The unmistakable reference to Syd's boots evokes his melancholy surrounding fame and how out of place he felt in the public eye. The elastic bands were allegedly part of his boots' design because he wouldn't lace his shoes anymore: in the end, no matter how custom made the shoes were, they didn't feel part of him because they were tied to his new life as a rockstar.
It doesn't stop here with Syd and shoes discomfort, here we go.
In 1967, Syd writes Jugband Blues (tw flashing lights i think?). He's on his way out from the band, not able to keep up with the work rate and the record's company demands. The song is a criticism of the music industry: from the ironic marks of respect (which remind me of how Harry thanks Rob Stringer lol) to the shallow psychedelic visuals and unsettling vibes of the music video.
The camera films quick glimpses of the set they're on: the machinery, the staff... even a suit who's just standing there watching. Like in TPWK.
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AAAANYWAY THE SHOES.
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red, Jugband Blues
In Jugband Blues, in Nobody Home or even Vegetable Man (In yellow shoes I get the blues), the shoes are a prison Syd wants to escape from, an emphasis on the fact that he doesn't feel good in his skin and barely feels like himself at all. He doesn't belong even in his own clothes and misses the familiarity of his old shoes: a reminder of a place and time where he felt safe and not... Perceived.
All in all, the shoes are a big "DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE". When the lights are up, with all eyes on you and you got those brand new Gohil's boots on, do you know who you are ? Do the shoes make the Man ? Or just the performer ?
For Another Man, a milestone in Harry's solo career and a big ass tribute to classic rock fashion, Harry wore his lil rockstar outfit while keeping on his old worn out Converse.
He's determined to pursue his career while staying true to his roots. He's not losing himself to his stage persona.
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On the right Keith Richards, wearing snakeskin Gohil's boots from Granny Takes a Trip.
Now what about Harry making a point of wearing consistently the same boots' design on tour ?
I won't pretend like Love On Tour psychedelic visuals didn't remind me of Pink Floyd at first. WHICH IS FAIR, cuz after all Pink Floyd were the first to actually do a regular light show on their live performances. They would project liquid light effects, crazy colours, and play with the patterns and textures of their Granny Takes a Trip outfits...
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... Basically, the performers and lights blend together. The obvious risk is for the performer to be literally eclipsed by the lights, which was Pink Floyd's intent (idk they were shy or smth).
For Love On Tour, Harry is going all in with the psychedelic tribute, boots included. Except he's not letting the lights or the clothes wear him. By wearing the same design again and again, he's appropriating them the same way he would wear his crusty sneakers to death <3
I got inspired to write that post with what @laurelier and @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk wrote about Harry and the comfort he could find in clothes, a steady aesthetic and the frequency he wears specific garments, something he seems to have found with Fine Line. While Live On Tour's suits were more diversed and impressive, he implied how uncomfortable he felt performing in them. It also read as part of the rockstar image push during the HS1 era where articles would often compare him to Mick Jagger, Bowie or Prince.
Since then, with Fine Line, Harry knows who he is, became a trendsetter, an icon on his own and made a point to sing about how good in his skin he feels. He loves the boots and they feel like home
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all of this for some boots yo
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shprka · 3 years ago
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Time for Billy!!
I couldn't wait to share my ramblings on the films I have on The List who relate to him, so here it is.
I'm tagging @strangerthings4theories straight away because they are my No 1 Billy theories peeps and a lot of my inspiration for Billy's role in season 4 came from them and their brilliant analyses 🥰
- The Crow
(SYNOPSIS: Eric Draven, a young poet and a guitarist, is resurrected back to life by a crow. The crow guides Eric to his killers and he decides to give his killers a taste of their own medicine.)
A rockstar killed, brought back to life for revenge. Clawing his way out of his grave. A connection with a special young girl. Gorgeus gorgeus curls? This movie screams Billy, that's why it's at the very top! Billy is gonna come back, clown shoes are on, let's gooo
- Beauty and the Beast
A prince cursed into a beast. He has to have the curse broken by love. Rose symbolisms... I'm sure we'll see Billy go back and become "a prince" (read: a less volatile more adjusted kinder person)
- Kingsman
(SYNOPSIS: A spy organisation recruits a promising street kid into the agency's training program, while a global threat emerges from a twisted tech genius.)
LISTEN. This movie is my shit, i know it religiously, I've been in a Kingsman fandom ages ago. This movie screams Billy and Hopper, student and mentor. I am so sure of that season 4 will go in that direction. I link this movie for Eleven and Will too just because they are parallels of each other but I think no one fits this better than Billy. Eggsy is a kid with a rough background, reckless, confident, has an abusive step dad, a mom he cares deeply about (but who stays with the abusive step that putting her kids and herself under the abuse. It's not her fault by any means but it is a fact) and a little baby sister. Eggsy is blond and fit so that's another Billy quality visually. His life almost goes to shit, he almost goes to jail but he gains a chance, which is given to him by Harry, an older gentleman spy, who becomes his mentor, straightens Eggsy up a bit and they develop a close bond that is The Relationship of the movie.
Hopper will become Billy's mentor, is all I'm saying
- Terminator 2 Judgment Day
(SYNOPSIS: A cyborg, identical to the one who failed to kill Sarah Connor, must now protect her ten-year-old son John from a more advanced and powerful cyborg.)
Terminator is a character linked directly to Billy. Billy was dressed as Terminator at the Halloween party in s2, Terminator 1 was in the theatres in s2 and Billy's story parallels the story of the first film - Terminator wants to kill Sarah Connor because of her unborn special child. The vendetta against a special child is Billy possessed by the MF hunting El.
And now Terminator 2 being in s4, we will see Billy protecting the same child he tried to destroy previously. Possibly against his darker self (going into the doppelganger theme of s4) or against the new MF host who will hunt El again. All in all, I believe Billy will step into the protector role in the new season
- Terminator Dark Fate
(SYNOPSIS: An augmented human and Sarah Connor must stop an advanced liquid Terminator from hunting down a young girl, whose fate is critical to the human race.)
BUT THIS. THIS!! Is another confirmation. Billy as Terminator again has to protect a special young girl "whose fate is critical to the human race"!!
Him teaming up with Sarah Connor, who is "the mother" in the franchise makes me think Billy will team up with a mother to save/protect El. Be it Joyce or Billy's mysterious mother, we will see 👀
- Wanted
(SYNOPSIS: A frustrated office worker discovers that he is the son of a professional assassin, and that he shares his father's superhuman killing abilities.)
I thought a lot if this film fits here or not. But it fits most neatly into the theme of gaining superhuman abilities which Billy might gain when he comes back "from the dead".
- Unleashed
(SYNOPSIS: Danny is a mob enforcer who has been conditioned to behave like a human attack dog. However, a chance encounter with a blind man motivates him to leave the criminal world and start a new life.)
The words "human attack dog" immediately made me think of the Billy and demodog/demogorgon parallels. It also makes me think of Russians experimenting on him after Starcourt and, as we already know from the end of s3, experimenting on the demodog.
The again we have a volatile protagonist who has a change of heart for the better. If Billy comes back, he won't stay his asshole self, I'm sure of it
- Unbreakable
(SYNOPSIS: David, a security guard, survives a fatal train accident, only to be tracked down by a man named Elijah Price, who claims that David is blessed with superhuman abilities.)
Surviving a fatal accident and gaining superhuman abilities!!
- The Terminal
(SYNOPSIS: Viktor Navorski gets stranded at an airport when a war rages in his country. He is forced by the officials to stay at the airport until his original identity is confirmed.)
I though this would be referencing Billy coming back and the others being unsure of his identity and doubting if it's really him. After all, they saw him die. It would be funny if Billy tried to prove that he's himself to the rest of the characters.
- Source Code
(SYNOPSIS: A soldier wakes up in someone else's body and discovers he's part of an experimental government program to find the bomber of a commuter train within 8 minutes.)
Experiments again. Doubles. Waking up in someone else's body. Having to save someone. Billy vibes
- Society
(SYNOPSIS: A California teen's worst nightmares about his parents come true when he returns home to find a grotesque party in full swing.)
This is one of the films that I was like, how could this be about anyone else other than Billy?? The main character's name is Bill, the actor who plays him is named Billy. And the character is from California and he has a sister.
The entire premise is: what if you don't truly know your family? What if they're bad or evil? It made me think of the theory that Billy's mom will be back and that she has a connection to Dr. Brenner and/or the Upside Down. What if the woman Billy loves and idolises turns out to be more morally gray than he thought?
- Shooter
(SYNOPSIS: A marksman living in exile is coaxed back into action after learning of a plot to kill the President. After being double crossed for the attempt and on the run, he sets out for the real killer an the truth.)
Billy "living in exile" (aka being unable to go home) is forced into the main plot. He is searching for the truth and he is on a journey to clear his name. Possibly in a literal sense as he was sort of the cause of the deaths of all those people in Hawkins. He needs to clear his name before he comes back!
- Scrooged
(SYNOPSIS: A cynically selfish TV executive is haunted by three spirits from the past, present and future. With the help of the ghosts, he realises that he must reform himself.)
A Christmas Carroll inspired comedy starring Bill Murray. Billy will take on a journey of redeeming himself, learning his mistakes and doing better (by protecting El and saving the world). It could lead to a lot of comedic situation which I'm all for
- Papillon
(SYNOPSIS: Henri Charriere, a young man, is falsely convicted of murder. In an attempt to escape from the penal colony on Devil's Island, Henri cracks a deal with a fellow inmate, Louis Dega.)
A wrongly imprisoned young man. Maybe by some Russians? And who has to escape so he makes a deal with a fellow inmate (aka Hopper). It's more likely than you think
- Ordinary People
(SYNOPSIS: The accidental death of the older son of an affluent family deeply strains the relationships among the bitter mother, the good-natured father, and the guilt-ridden younger son.)
Definitely more Max's side of the story and the guilt she feels about Billy's death. And generally how it will impact their family.
- Nightmare on Elm Street 3 Dream Warriors
(SYNOPSIS: The victims, who survive the attack of the dangerous killer Freddy Krueger, learn to control their dreams in an attempt to fight back.)
Billy (as well as El and Will), who survived the Mind Flayer will be getting some cool new shiny powers that he will use to fight back.
- Lost Boys
(SYNOPSIS: Lucy along with her two sons, Michael and Sam moves to a small town in California. Soon, the two boys are sucked into the mysterious and dangerous world of bikers, vampires and vampire hunters.)
Lost Boys, like Terminator and The Crow, are undeniable Billy movies. His look was inspired by Michael Emerson and the whole film is about punk vampire teens. Billy gaining superhuman powers could be a reference to that.
But also there are quite a few vampire films on the VSF list so hmmm, still unsure what it means
- It's a Wonderful life (not sure, giving me Billy vibes)
(SYNOPSIS: When a frustrated businessman, George Bailey, becomes suicidal, an angel from heaven, Clarence, is sent to him. To his change of heart, she shows him what life would have been without his existence.)
Loosely based on A Christmas Carol. This and Scrooged are based on the same premise. They have to be related. And I think they relate to Billy changing from the asshole we know him as into a kinder human being. He needs a little help to get there but he will
- The Guest
(SYNOPSIS: While the Petersons grieve over their son Caleb, a soldier who died in action, David appears at their doorstep claiming to have known him. At the same time, a series of killings begin in the town.)
Idk, thought this might relate to Billy as it has a family grieving for their son. It has also a theme of doubles and doppelganger that are somehow wrong (the newcomer who tries to take place of the dead son but who also has a secret). Maybe a Billy's evil Upside Down twin coming to Hawkins to mess things up. Who knows! I haven't seen the film so there might be more references
- The Guardian
SYNOPSES (have to share them all haha):
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I have to show you guys all 3 synopses from imdb because you won't get how well this film relates to Billy and Hopper and their student-mentor theme. This is the movie that made me convinced Billy is coming back and him and Hopper are gonna meet and establish a relationship. They're both similar in personalities and temperaments, they could learn a lot from each other. But also because of the swimming theme from the film, we have the character most associated with water in the show Billy and if we all agree that water and Upside Down are connected, then that means both Hopper and Billy will know how to travel the Upside Down safely and will teach the others how to do it.
- The Graduate (Billy + Mrs. Wheeler vibes)
(SYNOPSIS: While he is lured into a seductive affair with the wife of his father's business partner, college graduate Benjamin also falls in love with her daughter, Elaine.)
While I don't think Billy will fall in love with Nancy lol, I believe the movie was discussed in terms of Billy's character as the Duffers were so insistent on him having that weird thing with Mrs. Wheeler. Hopefully we won't see it again in s4.
- Good Will hunting
(SYNOPSIS: Will Hunting, a janitor at M.I.T., has a gift for mathematics, but needs help from a psychologist to find direction in his life.)
A special young man who gains a mentor who helps him change and figure out his life's purpose. Billy and Hopper. Student and mentor.
- Fast and Furious Tokyo Drift
(SYNOPSIS: In order to avoid jail time, an errant car racer is sent to live with his father in Tokyo. However, he finds himself in trouble once again when he becomes a major competitor in drifting.)
Not gonna lie, I see fast cars I think Billy. No one else is a reckless driver like him. The movie is also about traveling, Billy is going to travel in season 4 in one way or another (from and/or to Upside Down). He's possibly gonna teach others how to travel as well. In cool action scenes I hope
- Enter the void
(SYNOPSIS: An American drug dealer living in Tokyo is betrayed by his best friend and killed in a drug deal. His soul, observing the repercussions of his death, seeks resurrection.)
Billy is going go see the repercussions of his death. He's going to see how Max has grieved for his, just like the sister of the protagonist of the movie. And because Billy is coming back, it's going to be his "rebirth" or "resurection" which are main themes of this film.
- Edward Scissorhands
(SYNOPSIS: An artificial man, who was incompletely constructed and has scissors for hands, leads a solitary life. Then one day, a suburban lady meets him and introduces him to her world.)
- Shape of water
(SYNOPSIS: At a top secret research facility in the 1960s, a lonely janitor forms a unique relationship with an amphibious creature that is being held in captivity.)
Both Shape of Water and Edward Scissorhands are another versions of Beauty and the Beast, and if Billy is associated with the Beast he is also associated with Edward and the Creature, who are seemingly monsters on the outside but kind on the inside. And that kindness is their truest self. The Duffers will definitely delve into Billy's true self this season
- Fifth Element
(SYNOPSIS: Korben Dallas, a cab driver, tries to secure four mystical stones and a mysterious fifth element that alone can defeat a cosmic evil force during an apocalyptic war.)
I mentioned El is Leeloo in this allegory, a special girl detrimental to defeating the evil forces. Billy is Korben Dallas. Just like in Terminator 2 and Dark Fate, Billy carries to role of the protector. Korben is also a cab driver and as I said before, Billy and cars and Billy and travel are strong themes when it comes to the new season
- Scarface (movie seen at the Video Store)
(SYNOPSIS: Tony Montana and his close friend Manny, build a strong drug empire in Miami. However as his power begins to grow, so does his ego and his enemies, and his own paranoia begins to plague his empire.)
I'm not familiar with this film but @assortedfruitsnacks212 was kind enough to tell me that Billy has been connected to Tony Montana since his first appearance. Especially the basketball scene that is set to the song "Push it to the limit" and has themes of Billy/Tony defeating his rival and rising to the top. It is referenced again in the poster in the Video Store so we can expect more referenced to the movie in season 4
CONCLUSION:
It's just my ramblings and speculations but if I'm right, we can expect to see Billy as a protector this season. Protecting El especially (maybe also Will) as their fates are now tied. He will play a detrimental role in defeating the MF and will help in travel to and/or from the Upside Down. There's a potential in him gaining superhuman abilities which I hope will happen. We can definitely expect some serious changes of heart and to finally see Billy's true (kind) self!! I am like 99% sure Billy and Hopper will have a student-mentor relationship in season 4 or at least something like it. There is way too much evidence to prove my point. I think there might also be a darker aspect to Billy coming back, as he has a chance of facing the repercussion for his death and/or the people MF made him kill. As well as the whole theme surrounding Billy with doubles and doppelganger, which was touched upon in s3 and it may be explored more this season (evil clone Billy? Who knows).
And he might meet his mom when he comes back! Who might turn out to be someone entirely unexpected (and who knows, maybe not in a positive sense)
That's all I have, folks! For now haha
Making that list has been fun especially for Billy. It made me more hopeful that he will come back and play a big role in the events to come. I'm so excited to share this brief analysis and hope it helps anyone feel more hopeful too!
If you have any thoughts on the films, let's discuss!! I watched maybe half of them, the rest I just analysed the brief synopses of so you of you saw any of them and you have some thoughts, don't hesitate to share!! 😄
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harryimaginedstories · 4 years ago
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on your side
genre: au (while I don’t like the term ‘au-fic’ at all imagine the two characters are in college together and in their early twenties.) angst and some fluff as well.
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it’s entirely different than anything I have ever published and I really love it. please let me know what you think and stay safe during these wild and often scary times. 
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photo: taken from instagram, previously taken by somebody from the movie AWC, which also inspired me (kinda) to even write this.
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They started arguing pretty much the second the car door fell shut behind them and even ten traffic lights, countless of turns and getting honked at twice, didn’t stop their heated exchange of words. Harry’s hands held on to the seat tightly, an attempt not to touch her thigh like he normally would, while hers curled around the steering wheel until the white of her knuckles showed. It wasn’t uncommon for them to fight. They had never been one of those couples who didn’t call each other out on their bullshit or who tried hide anger when there was reason to feel it. However, this was the first time that they weren’t on their way home, where their argument could be settled in private. Instead, Harry and Y/N, both infuriated with each other, were on their way to a party. With one generous rotation of the wheel, Y/N parked Harry’s black car in the last free niche on the street of the frat house. The vehicle gave an unpleasant sound and Harry closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. Before he got the chance to complain, Y/N swung open the door, stepped out and threw it shut hard enough to know it would set him off. 
“Jesus fuck!” Harry shouted, opening the passenger door and stepping out, too. 
She waited long enough to press ‘lock’ on the keys once he was out, then she walked away. With quick strides he caught up with her, and had he not been as angry as could be he would have probably felt hurt at her for not waiting up like she would have any other day.  Walking next to her he turned to look at her profile, trying to catch her eyes, but she refused. 
“Would you mind not taking your crazy out on my fucking car?”
“Oh, so you do care about that then. Good to know,” she snapped back. 
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Y/N halted and so did he. They were standing on the pavement, one house away from where there could already be heard the dull sound of music blaring and a good meter of distance between them.  Any other night they would be standing there, too. Only not to deliver a few more blows before pretending to be alright while their friends were around. On any other night, Harry would have taken advantage of the warm weather, by letting his hands roam across Y/N’s bare arms. She would have given him a kiss or two and made him a laugh at least as much. He would have reminded her for the fifth time (at least) that she looked beautiful. There wouldn’t be any distance between them, let alone one entire meter.
“There is one thing I’ve been hearing clearly through all of the bullshit you’ve said today,” Y/N hissed, her lips barely moving and her hands curling into tight fists by her side, “which is that you don’t give a fuck about me.”
“Oh my god.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his head falling back before snapping forward quickly, “You’re being such a lunatic!”
Wind picked up some of her hair and pushed the loose strands into her eyes, breaking the angry stare she’d held with him and for a moment, Harry could have sworn she appeared to be younger. Then she brushed the hair off with shaky hands and back she was, angry and exhausted. 
“You’re a dick!” Y/N squealed, 
“Well, clearly we could go on,” he snapped and rolled his eyes, “but our fucking friends are waiting for us so do you think you can manage to avoid me for the next few hours so we can at least settle this at home?” 
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her cleavage which he had tried not to stare ever since she’d put on the blue dress. That damn dress. Focusing on it now it only irked him further. She knew how much he loved it when she wore this particular piece of clothing. It had spent the night on the floor of his bedroom or over the back of a chair often enough. He was certain she’d put it on specifically to spite him. 
“Fine, let’s go. But since you’re unhappy with my parking,” Y/N stepped forward and reached up, pressing the hard metal of Harry’s car keys into his chest, “you get to be the designated driver tonight.” 
Her fist lingered on the fabric of his black T-shirt. Feeling her touch him momentarily paused his thoughts. All anger was forgotten, as if the wind had picked it up, too, and carried it far away. Harry whimpered and her lips parted, their eyes connecting without any trace of hurt in them. Then his hand found hers and she dropped the set of keys into his palm, snapping them both out of their brief moment of peace. 
“I don’t want to see you right now,” Y/N stuttered, blinking rapidly until her eyes turned darker again.
“Don’t come look for me later when you’re drunk and feeling sorry,” Harry replied, before he stepped around her and walked towards the frat building.
Y/N lost sight of him the second he stepped inside. Despite still feeling angry with him, she couldn’t stop herself from briefly wishing he wouldn’t have left her alone. She didn’t like being left alone at a party. Neither did he, for the matter, but she refused to feel guilty for sending him away. Y/N drew a shaky breath and stepped inside, instantly greeted by the smell of alcohol, smoke and pot. A big banner had been hung from one side of the hall to the other, wishing everybody a cheerful start to the new semester. Underneath mingled numerous students, all of which held drinks in their hands. Already Y/N recognized a few of them from some of her classes, she didn’t feel like talking to them however. To her luck she spotted a few friends of her in the first room she entered and was quickly greeted with hugs and kisses to her cheek. 
Dena, a girl Y/N had grown close with through sharing an equal distain for their econ teacher, pressed a drink into her hand and smiled. “You look like you need at least two of these.”
Y/N smiled sadly. “That obvious, huh?”
“Well, you didn’t cheer in delight upon seeing us like you should have so,” said Clara, another friend Y/N had made whilst talking badly about her teacher.
“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry.” 
Dena nudged her. “Also, your boyfriend stormed past us earlier so we expected something was up.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Clara asked.
Y/N shook her head and took a long sip from her drink. It tasted of a mixture of beer and vodka, which on any other day she would have refused to drink. “I really don’t.”
“Great. Then let’s just cheer to us.”
The two girls raised their own cups and waited expectantly for Y/N to do the same. Dena grinned at her and cleared her throat. 
“To us, the coming semester, which we will fucking ace. And-” she paused, looking at Y/N, “to knowing when to kick your boyfriend’s ass. Cheers!”
“Cheers.”
Harry stood by the unlit fire pit in the lounge area, where the chairs had been pushed aside to create a dance floor. A scowl was deeply etched onto his face and he had yet to smile genuinely. He blamed the alcohol he wasn’t allowed to consume for how poorly he was feeling, but he knew even if he had drowned his veins in liquor, it wouldn’t be until he’d feel her touch him that he would be in a better mood. He stood back watching with a few of his mates, who were all except one, very drunk, as some freshmen clumsily turned the dinner table into a bear pong station. Matt, the only sober one left, had tried to get him to talk about why his mood was so sour three times already, receiving no answer each time. Harry rolled his eyes upon feeling him nudge his shoulder again.
“Where’s your girl?”
Harry shrugged. “Don’t know.”
He’d been cursing her short height since turning around and looking for her in the crowded hallway thirty minutes ago. She’d slipped past him without him noticing, and while he was too proud to go look for her properly, it annoyed him that he wasn’t able to casually spot her whenever he scanned one of the many rooms that had been turned into a club. He especially didn’t like it since he knew that she was drinking. Blindly he felt for his phone in his pocket, ensuring for the tenth time that its volume was turned up. Should she call him, he wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t miss it.
“Didn’t she come with you?” Matt pressed on, either oblivious to Harry’s annoyance or simply indifferent to it.
“Doesn’t mean she can’t wander off on her own, does it?” Harry replied, his voice rough. 
He’d never really liked Matt. Actually, he’d liked him a lot once. They’d even considered becoming roommates in their second year. He’d liked him, up until he’d gotten together with Y/N and noticed the gleam in Matt’s eyes the first time he’d introduced her to him. Their friendship dissolved fast after.
“I’m sure she can. She’s always been good at enjoying parties, hasn’t she?”
Harry didn’t reply. Once more his eyes scanned the room frantically, detecting every single face in hopes of recognizing the eyes to the one he loved.
“Dude!” Eric, a tall and broad looking bloke who’d just become team captain to the football team, stumbled into Harry’s side, knocking him back. 
“Sorry! Shit,” Eric laughed, doubling over, revealing that he was clearly drunker than he should have been, “I’m sorry, mate. Wow, I need to lay off a little.”
“No kidding,” Harry replied, but smiled when Eric slung a heavy arm around his shoulders. The unmistakable smell of alcohol fanned over his face as Eric talked, and his nose scrunched up. 
“You’ve been wearing a look as depressing as Matt’s sex life-”
“Hey, fuck you, Eric!” Matt snapped, unamused.
“-and I intend to fix that. C’mon.”
Harry didn’t fight it as the taller guy dragged him away, out of the lounge and into another room further down the hall. He certainly didn’t mind getting away form Matt. Regardless of them having been friends once, Matt was the last person he wanted to be around when he was having a rough time with Y/N. The smoke was thicker in this room and the music a little quieter. There were less people dancing and more sitting around on the couches and chairs. A few stood by the wall in small groups and some, the ones Eric was walking towards, were standing opposite a dart board. They cheered upon seeing the two guys approach, making more noise than anybody else in the room.
“You’re on my team and you’re gonna help me win, yeah? M’taking advantage of you being sober as a stone. Your aim is probably better than any of theirs.”
Harry laughed and nodded, accepting to be involved. “I’ll try my best.”
The first dart arrow was thrust into his hand by a guy named Kyle who appeared to be on the same team. Half an hour later and Eric was grinning from ear to ear, writing their leading score numbers onto a makeshift writing board that was really just the coffee table. Something the guys living in this house would be happy to find in the morning.  Y/N watched him. Despite being intoxicated, or perhaps because of how intoxicated she was, she noticed every muscle of his back move each time he raised his arm. Her heart fluttered whenever he laughed and she felt a heat grow at the pit of her stomach whenever he leaned his head to the side, revealing the back of his neck to her. And above his neck was his ear, which hid a spot right under his hairline where he liked to be kissed. Y/N’s lips parted at the thought and her toes curled.  He hadn’t noticed her when entering the room. She didn’t blame him though, since she’d successfully hid herself behind Dena and Eric’s big body also worked wonderfully as a shield. Despite anything she’d said before the party, she was immensely relieved to see him. The vodka-beer mixture which she’d learned had been invented by Clara, was disgusting but also got her drunk faster than she had expected. Or intended. Another round of cheers erupted as Harry scored another point for his team. 
“Not fair. You won’t give them as much as a chance to win.” 
A chill rushed down Harry’s back at the sound of the honey sweet female voice behind him, and Y/N, too, froze in place. Slender fingers touched Harry’s arm, caressing the skin despite being less than welcome to. Upon turning around he was met with Silja, who’s face wore a smile equally sweet as her sly voice. Though standing by the opposite wall, Y/N swore she could hear Silja as if she were standing next to her. She would always be able to detect her voice, especially if the words she spoke were directed to Harry. 
Dena followed her friend’s gaze and raised her brows. “Haven’t seen her in a while. I thought she dropped out.”
“Would have been too nice,” Y/N growled. 
She’d never actually talked to Silja herself and she surely didn’t intend to. Before getting together with him, Y/N had been mostly oblivious to who was genuinely interested in him and who she imagining to be. Only with Silja there had never been any doubt. Even before Harry had become hers, she’d felt a bitter taste collect in the middle of her tongue whenever the pretty brunette girl tried to talk to him. Once her claim on him had become justified, she disliked Silja and her upfront behaviour all the more.
“Hey, you know you don’t have to worry about her, right?” Dena said quietly, reading Y/N’s expression, “Harry has rejected her what, three times already? Even before he was with you. He’s not interested in her.”
“I know. I’m not worried about that,” Y/N said quickly, stepping around Dena to get a better look at her boyfriend and the girl that had yet to remove her hand from his arm, “I trust him.”
“Doesn’t make her less of a bitch,” Clara grumbled, also staring at them intently. 
The three girls watched Harry turn to look at Silja. He gave her a tight lip smile before he stepped away to make room for the next player, conveniently shrugging off her hand in process. To their dismay, Silja followed him.
“I haven’t seen you this summer,” she complained in an uncomfortably high voice, that was laced with feigned displeasure, “Where were you hiding?” 
Harry sighed, wishing Y/N would find him already, and rested his back against the wall. The last thing he needed for this party to become worse were the advances of the woman standing before him. “I wasn’t.”
Their summer had been great. They spent it looking for a flat to move into together. One weekend they’d taken the train out to the ocean and spent two days in a pretty bed and breakfast, where nothing distracted them from each other and everything, even their sheets, held the faint smell of sea salt. He wasn’t about to tell any of that to Silja though. 
The girl pouted, smudging her lilac lipstick at the corners. “Didn’t you miss me at all? Not even a little bit?” 
“No.”
She smiled. Her neck moved to the side as her eyes mustering him. “You and your attitude. I really missed that.”
Harry let his head fall back and for a moment Y/N forgot to eye the girl hitting on her boyfriend and instead stared at his throat. She longed to kiss him there, too. The darkened expression taking over his relaxed face quickly brought her attention back. Thinking about kissing him had made her miss the words Silja had said to upset him. 
“You’re wasting your time missing me.”
At last, Silja’s smile dropped. “You’re still with her, then?”
“Yep,” he replied shortly. 
 “Fine,” Silja pushed the long brown locks off her shoulder and crossed her arms, “maybe if she fucked you right you wouldn’t be such an asshole all the time.” 
“Fuck off, Silja,” Harry snapped, pushing himself off the wall to instantly tower over her.
“Harry! Your turn again, mate.”
Without giving her as much as a second look, Harry turned away and followed Eric’s call. Dena’s hand rested on Y/N’s shoulder, squeezing her gently whilst smiling at her. Y/N exhaled loudly and relaxed. She didn’t doubt Harry’s capability of getting rid of Silja. She’d also truly meant it when she’d said that she trusted him. But after their argument she wasn’t so sure that he didn’t want to receive some affection tonight, be it from anybody. While she would have hated it, simply entertaining Silja’s flirting wouldn’t have been cheating. A warm feeling overtook any worry left in her body upon watching him turn Silja away. He didn’t bother look at her again but walked back to his friends to resume the game, treating her like she wasn’t even there. He didn’t even give Silja the satisfaction of remaining angered by her words. Giving up her attempts, Silja walked away and left the room quickly, her cheeks slightly rosy in embarrassment. 
“Remind me to kiss him later for that,” Y/N said, her voice holding more love for him than she would usually let on whilst angry. 
Clara laughed. “So you’re not mad at him anymore.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me that I was or I might still be.”
“What were you two fighting about anyway?” Dena asked. 
Y/N took another long sip from her drink, before remembering that she’d wanted to not drink any more for the night. Oh well. 
“He didn’t come home last night. Without notifying me. He fell asleep at stupid Rick’s place and neither of them bothered shooting me a text or ringing me about it. I spent all night worried sick.”
Y/N’s expression hardened at the thought of waiting up for him. She’d paced around the living room of their new flat before settling on the couch, vowing to stay awake until he returned. She’d had half a mind not to call his mother or sister, not quite worried enough to ask them. 
“I didn’t see him until an hour before coming here ‘cause I had to work today. So we didn’t have time to properly fight about it.”
“Didn’t he say he was sorry?”
“Sure he did, as well as stating that I was overreacting and not his mother.”
“Ugh, men,” Dena grumbled, then she changed the subject, “Let’s get refills in the kitchen!”
Harry got bored of the game after the fifth round, but stayed to play until the team he’d joined won by a margin. Then he politely excused himself from playing another round. Though she’d told him she didn’t want to see him, Harry really wanted to see Y/N and he figured over an hour of distance sufficed for her to calm down. Maybe she would even allow herself to be happy about him finding her. He strolled around the room, then went looking in the hall and finally searched the lounge. If only she were a little taller, he thought once more. All of sudden he heard a loud shout. It wasn’t one of the usual party hollers, it was one that held no joy at all. With swift strides Harry crossed the room, turned left in the hallway and entered the kitchen. This time he didn’t have to search to see her. Y/N was sitting on the counter, her legs dangling down and her hands curling around the stone surface. Across from her was the kitchen table on which all of the different liquor bottles had been placed. It was also where the single shout turned into several. A guy Harry hadn’t ever seen around campus before stood next to a broken bottle of vodka. His hand curled into a fist and his face was red. Opposite him stood Dena, a girl Harry barely knew beyond her being a friend of Y/N. Next to Dena was a guy named Dylan, his face painted with guilt and worry. 
“You fucking broke my shit!” the stranger shouted. 
Y/N flinched. It wasn’t Dena who’d pissed off the wrong guy, but Dylan who had tried to make a drink for them. She didn’t feel any less involved if the guy were to be shouting at her. The second the bottle had broken and the tall stranger exclaimed that it’d been his, Y/N had felt fear curse through her. She hated it. She hated how a man shouting was so scary that she froze in place.  Just like she always did when afraid, her eyes began to search for Harry. Heavy like a wave and equally overwhelming was the relief when she saw him lingering in the doorway.  Their eyes met. Y/N visibly relaxed. She could read the question in the look he was giving her and she eagerly nodded. There were so few people scattered around the small place, Harry had no trouble reaching the counter.  Once in arms reach she held out her right hand, whimpering when his fingers slotted through hers and holding on tight. Any anger towards each other was forgotten the moment their skin touched. Y/N gave a determined pull until he stood next to where she was sitting, her legs touching his waist. Harry didn’t say anything, but he allowed her to let go of his hand to instead hold on to his shoulder. His own settled heavily on her thigh, relishing the feeling of her bare skin. He didn’t complain when her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt, nor did she mind how intimate it felt to have his hand on her naked thigh. His eyes quickly scanned her face, waiting for her nod, confirming that she was alright. Y/N smiled gently, relief mirroring in her eyes. Harry returned her smile. His heart clenching when he noticed the faint veil of alcohol before her eyes. Ever so slightly, their heads leaned towards each other, then his nose softly touched her forehead.
“He didn’t do it on purpose,” Dena said defensively, “and these bottles are for everybody to use.”
Harry shifted closer to Y/N but removed his nose form her hairline. Unwillingly he turned his attention back to where the argument grew. The stranger’s head, figuratively doubling in size by the minute, was red and looming over Dena like a balloon hovering in the sky. He had to admit it was impressive that Dena, equally short as Y/N, refused to back off.
“I wasn’t asking you! You and your friend better figure out how to replace my drink and you better do it fast!”
“Mate, lay off a bit, will ya? They didn’t do anything on purpose,” Harry interrupted, his voice calm and steady, “Why don’t you just grab one of the ten other bottles and leave ‘em alone?” 
The stranger, slightly shorter than Harry, turned to look at them. Y/N tightened her hold on his shoulder. She was mentally preparing herself to jump off the counter and at the stranger’s throat instead, should he as much as try to pick a fight with Harry. Noticing her shift beside him, Harry’s hold on her intensified.
“Leave them alone?” the tall guy snapped, “that was twenty fucking quid he broke!” 
“Bit embarrassing that you’re whining about twenty quid,” Harry said, wearing a smug grin, “and picking a fight like some kind of neanderthals who found out somebody’s pissed into his cave.” 
Dena giggled and so did Y/N, along with some bystanders who’d gathered to watch. The bloke narrowed his eyes, first at Harry, then at the girl sitting beside him. 
He opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N interrupted him. “Quit looking at me and spare me any sexist bullshit you’re about to say.” 
The guy rolled his eyes, then smiled. “You’re pretty for a bitch.”
Y/N’s hand yanked Harry back by his shoulder equally fast as he’d pushed off the counter to lunge forward and at the guy. The movement caused him to knock against the counter uncomfortably. She didn’t let go and didn’t move, despite Harry’s enraged breathing getting louder.  
“Fuck you!” Harry shouted, eyes wide. 
Anger oozed out of his pores and heat settled in the small kitchen. Calm and collected only a moment ago, he was all the more scarier now that he was enraged. Scary enough to make the stranger take back a step. Y/N loosened her hold on Harry’s shoulder, sliding her hand down to press against his back instead. She rubbed his spine gently, hoping to ease him by letting him know she was okay. 
"You need to leave,” Y/N stated, her voice calm.
“Definitely,” Dena agreed, her eyes trained on her friend before finding Harry.
He didn’t return her gaze, his eyes remained on the tall blonde. They stayed put until the guy lowered his empty cup to the table, the movement slow and deliberate. He clearly didn’t want it to look like he was leaving because he was told to, so he took his time. But finally he turned away, before at last leaving the kitchen and hopefully the party all together. 
Harry shuddered upon feeling Y/N’s nose against the shell of his ear. “I’m fine, Harry.”
“What a wanker.”
“A fucking wanker,” Y/N replied, her smile practically audible in her voice. 
Harry turned around to face her, all of his attention returning to where it belonged: her. His eyes looked into hers intently, reading every answer to all of his unspoken questions.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. Are you?”
He nodded. “Did he try anything before I came?”
“I noticed him about zero-point-five seconds before you arrived, Harry. I’m fine, I promise.”
Her hands gently took hold of his face. The fingers of her left hand traced along his jawline as tenderly as one would the rim of a glass in hopes of eliciting a sound. That’s how Harry sometimes felt when she touched him. Like she was being as tender as she could possibly fathom to be. 
“Does that mean you’re gonna go back to being mad at me?” As he spoke, Harry moved closer. His hands rested on each side of her hips, allowing his body to get closer to hers as he leaned forward.
Y/N laughed and shook her head, their faces so close they almost touched. She enjoyed the warmth of his breath fanning against her throat. 
“Are you? You were at least as pissed off as I was.”
He shrugged, then playfully nudged her nose with his. “No.”
“Then I think I’ll let it go, too,” she answered, faking to be coy, “For now, you still owe me an apology later.”
Harry laughed. “That’s fair. Promise to mean it this time, too.” 
Her eyes narrowed. She took hold of his chin, holding him still so she could kiss him without giving him the chance to deepen it. The feeling of his mouth slotting with hers, be it as briefly as it was, ignited her like nothing else could. Any remaining worry was pulled from the corners in her body where it had hidden, and was thrown out not to return. Harry took over. All of the space inside her that could belong to an emotion, now belonged to him.
“I knew you didn’t mean it earlier,” she breathed accusingly against his lips. 
“I meant it a little,” he said, curling his hand around her wrist to pull away the hold she’d taken and he kissed her a second time before she could complain. 
Despite their desperation their teeth didn’t clash together, nor did their noses unintentionally bump. They’d kissed too many times not to blindly meet each other without missing. His tongue glided along her bottom lip, hers pushed his aside so it could trespass into his mouth. Frantic hands held on to her hips and her thigh, eager fingers remembered to be gentle as they settled on the back of his neck. Harry moaned and Y/N pulled away.
“Thank you,” she whispered, just enough space between them so she could speak. 
Harry’s kisses trailed down from the corner of her mouth to her cheek and her jaw, his lips warm, wet and determined. He allowed one kiss to last a little longer, followed by a small lick to her earlobe.
As satisfied as could be as long as they weren’t alone, he raised his head to look at her again. “What for?”
“Being on my side even when we’re fighting.” 
The smile gracing her features was so genuine he could have melted, just like her words were spoken with more love behind them than he could detect. He smiled and willingly moved his head to the side, so she could kiss below his ear. The heat in his belly grew and he let her know by squeezing her hips.
“Ditto.”
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pasiveagressive · 4 years ago
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Spill Your Gut // Harry Styles
You are a famous actor/model/singer and your manager signs you up to do the one segment you don’t want to. 
I mean no offense to Rihanna or anyone who likes her. I do think that she is extremely talented, but I have no idea what is like as a person, I just needed a famous singer to use.
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You hate your manager for signing you up to do this. You had argued with him for two hours after he told you what was going to happen. 
“Will! I told you never to sign me up to do something like this!” you exclaimed he simply rolled his eyes at you,
“I remember what you said, I also remember you saying that you love James and would do anything for him.” You huff 
“I don’t understand how that translates to this…” 
“Really? You don’t understand how playing a game on James’ show translates to doing anything for him?” Will askss with raised eyebrows
“Obviously I understand that, but why does it have to be, ‘Spill your gut or fill your guts’?” Will just gives you a look and you roll your eyes but say “Fine.”. 
Now you were in your dressing room waiting to be called up for the segment. Someone who you assume is an intern knocks on the door. 
“Come in!” you call out.
“Ms. Y/L/N you are on after the commercial break so it's time to head out.” The girl says.
“Thank you so much, would you actually be able to lead me out? I always get lost back here.” you admit, the girl nods 
“Whenever you are ready I will lead you out.”
“Thank you, we can go now.”you smile at her. You never want to have the reputation of a diva or a stuck up bitch so you always are kind to everyone, even someone who might seem insignificant to other people. 
The girl whose name you learn is Sierra, leads you out to the set where there is a table set up with three chairs and nasty looking food around it. You make sure to thank her again and go greet James. You hug him.
“Hello James, thank you for having me.” 
“ ‘ello love, don’t play with me. I know you don’t want to be here.” He replies with a mischievous smile.
“Fine then, I won’t be pleasant for the whole segment.” you smile back
“Oh please, like the Y/N Y/L/N could ever be unpleasant.” James laughs 
“I can too! Just ask Will, he deals in my moodiness all the time.” 
“Alright, alright, lets go sit, Harry should be arriving any second.” You feel your eyes get wide.
“Harry as in…” you trail off
“Harry Styles of course, Will was supposed to tell you.” James says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But William had definitely not told and you know exactly why. He is fully and smuggishly (is that a word? You aren’t sure but who cares)  aware of your gigantic crush on Harry Edward Styles. 
“Oh yeah! He did, I just forgot for a second. Silly me.” is all you say, trying to cover up your shock and slightly spike in anxiety. 
A few minutes later you are sitting at the table of doom with James and Harry. James is looking at the camera. You hear an intern count down,
“5,4,3,2,1.” Then see him point to James.
“ Welcome back everybody! Tonight at my table we have the lovely Y/N Y/L/N, and the ever handsome Harry Styles.” the crowd cheers. “And we are playing Spill your guts or fill your guts!” the intro to the game plays. “Alright on the, what did you call it again Y/N?” James asks
“Oh the Table of Doom.” you smile and try to hide your fright behind some humor.
“Oh that’s right, so on the Table of Doom tonight we have a delicious assortment of goodies. Let’s see, cow tongue, bird salvia,” you kind of gag a little
“Are you alright there love?” Harry asks. You nod your head no,
“Let’s just say whatever is asked to me tonight will be receiving an answer.” James laughs and continues
“We have a water scorpion.” the crowd makes a disgusted noise, 
“Yeah eww.” Harry says 
“Salmon smoothie,” James goes on “Here is some worm spaghetti, pork blood jelly, a bull penis,” that one really gets the crowd going, why you have no idea “there are fish eyes, and finally everybody's favorite a shot of hot sauce.” The crowd claps “Okay so here is how it is going to work Y/N will ask Harry, Harry will ask me, and I will ask the lovely Y/N. None of us have seen these questions correct?” you and Harry both agree, “Okay Y/N, since you are the guest-”
“Hey what am I chopped liver?” Harry cuts him off you giggle
“Well Harold, yes in fact you are.” James sasses “Anyway back to what I was saying, Y/N will answer first, or maybe eat first, who knows?” James spins the table “hmm I will give you the… bird salvia that you seemed so keen on earlier.” You pick up the glass and smell it, causing you to gag again. “Okay, Ms. Y/N, you have been featured on several big named artists albums including but not limited to, Halsey, Niall Horan, Twenty-One Pilots and Ariana Grande.”
“I have.” You agree
“Who would you never want to work with again?” James asks and you suddenly feel very nauseous. 
“Um, well I know who it is right away.”
“You do?” James askes,
“Yeah and well I think I will just say it, Rihanna.” the crowd gasps and cheers. “The woman is insanely talented but she is the biggest diva around.” you grimace James is laughing hysterically and Harry’s jaw is on the floor,
“I can not believe you just said that.” James is able to get out through laughs. 
“Okay Harry I will give you, worm spaghetti.” He inspects it closely. That's when you look at the question and want to laugh “ Harry, you have dated Supermodel Kendall Jenner who just so happens to be one of my best friends, rate the girls in hers/my friend group from best looking too worst.” You see his face get red and eyes go wide “If you need to know who those girls are, it would be me, Kendall, Gigi, Daya, and Dua.” you smile at him.
“Oh wow. You see I could definitely answer, but do I want to seem like an ass or not is the real question.” he rubs his face
“Oh just do it.” James says then the crowd cheers.
“Well of course you want to know.” Harry exclaims and the crowd laughs “Okay from best to worst, Y/N, Kendall, Zendaya, Dua Lipa, and then Gigi Hadid, who I still believe is gorgeous by the way.” He kinds of laughs off the fact that he just said that he thinks you are better looking the Freaking Zendaya Coleman. You feel your face get hot, but luckily it seems as though Harry doesn’t want to dwell on that either and moves on.
“James, James, James what to give you. How about the pork blood jelly.” James picks up his fork and stabs it holding it up, 
“I am not a fan of this consistency.” he says
“Okay James, you have been asked this before and wouldn’t answer, Who has been the worst behaved guest on your show?” James palm faces
“Are you kidding?”
“Not at all mate, that's what the card says.” Harry laughs and you join him.
“Well it has actually changed, however I still won’t say.” He picks up the jelly and takes a big bite. You  have to look away. He wipes his mouth, and starts choosing for you. “Hmm, what should I make you eat? I think that Salmon smoothie looks right up your alley, what do you think Styles?” 
“Yep looks good James.” harry nods and you whisper 
“Bastard” under your breath making him laugh. 
“Okay Y/N, you have been on almost every talk show including, Ellen, Kimmel and Fallon. Which of those three did you like being on the least.” You pick up the smoothie glass and inspect it.
“You know James, if I could say yours this wouldn’t even be an issue, but I like all those people so I guess a drink it is.” The crowd cheers when you say this. You take your spoon and scoop yourself out a bite then before you can think too much shove it in your mouth. Immediately you spit it back into the can that is sitting beside you. You wipe your mouth and take a drink. “Okay Harry, you are going to eat cow tongue, how does that sound?” 
“Honestly disgusting.” He replies 
“Good. Harry, your question is why did you turn down the role of Prince Eric in the upcoming-” before you can even finish the question he is biting off a piece of the cow tongue. He swallows it, and sticks his tongue or to prove it. 
“Last Question James and you are going to eat the shot.” James gets a sour look on his face
“That's what you get for making me eat cold salmon.” You stick your tongue out at him like you are five. Harry laughs
“Okay James, who is your least favorite member of one direction?” The crowd oohs and James does his nervous laugh. 
“Um well.” he thinks then picks up the shot glass and throws it back. He looks at the camera,
“Ah, that was Spill your guts or fill your guts and we will be right back!” 
You walk back to the dressing room with Harry. 
“I meant it, you know?”
“Meant what?” you ask
“That you are the most beautiful in your friend group.” he says and you blush.
“Yeah well you're not so bad yourself.” You giggle. You then walk in silence for a few minutes and he speaks up again.
“Would you go on a date with me?” this takes you by surprise,
“What?”
“Will you go on a date with me?” he repeats you feel your face get hot for the thousandth time tonight. And shake your head
“Yes I would love that.”
“Yeah?” He asks
“Yeah” you confirm 
“Well here put your number in and I will message you to work out details.” you take his phone and do as he says. 
“Okay I am looking to hear from you.” you hand him his phone back and kiss his cheek walking away into your dressing room. You close the door behind you. Hmm, you think, maybe playing spill your guts was such a bad idea after all. 
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justlookfrightened · 4 years ago
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How about number 11 from the fluff prompts?
From this prompt list:  “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
I did have to modify slightly to “Were you flirting with me ...”
Background: Bitty went to Samwell and stayed in New England. Jack didn’t go to Samwell but still plays for the Falconers.
Bitty had just set out the pie samples when the man in the yellow shoes ran by.
Every week, just at this time, the man ran through the just-opened market, keeping to the center of the aisle and never stopping to look at anything. Not the sweet, crisp lettuces or heirloom tomatoes from Bruce’s stand across the way, not the strawberries and blueberries that Harry had displayed, not the lavender and honey soaps from the booth next to Bitty’s.
It wasn’t really a bother. The man came early enough that there weren’t many customers to disturb, and the market was in a public park. Anyone could jog through it if they wanted to. It was just annoying that the man never even looked around or acknowledged anyone. And that he looked so good doing it, hideous yellow shoes notwithstanding.
Today he was wearing the shoes and navy blue running shorts -- the kind that barely reached the top of his thighs -- and a dark ball cap with sunglasses. What looked like a blue T-shirt was tucked into the back of his waistband, the better to sweat freely and give anyone who was out and about an eyeful of his shoulders, pecs and abs. Not to mention the massive rear end. All of which was damn near poster-perfect.
Bitty sighed and looked over at Margie, who had paused from setting up her stand to stare as well.
She caught Bitty’s glance and pantomimed fanning herself.
“You should try to sell him some soap,” Bitty said . “He’s gonna need a shower after that run.”
“Forget him,” Margie said. “I’m going to need a shower after watching him.”
The sun rose higher in the sky as Bitty’s stock of pies, cookies, muffins and turnovers got lower. The sample slices disappeared first, of course, but nearly everyone who took one bought something, so they were definitely a success. Maybe next week he should do more samples? Maybe apple and cherry? Or peach?
He was mulling fruit choices over when he noticed a customer -- well, a potential customer at least -- standing off to the side looking at his table. The guy was tall and broad across the shoulders, clean shaven, with the lightest blue eyes Bitty had ever seen on someone with hair so dark. His baggy shorts and ratty T-shirt, combined with socks and athletic slides, reminded Bitty of his old hockey teammates.
Bitty stood up.
“Can I get you something, sir?”
“Euh,” the man stalled, then looked at the table again. “Do you have a sample I could try?”
The man’s accent wasn’t as harsh as the New England voices that Bitty had finally gotten used to after six years in Boston and Providence. It wasn’t a southern drawl, that was for sure, but Bitty couldn’t place it.
“Not anymore,” Bitty said. “You have to wake up earlier to get those. I’ve got a couple of apple pies and peach pies left, and some cherry turnovers. Chocolate-cherry cookies, too, but I’m afraid everything else is sold out.”
“Um, how much for a cookie?”
“$6.50 for a dozen,” Bitty said. “I know it sounds like a lot, but …”
“A lot of cookies?” the man said. “I’m not sure I can have that many.”
“You can’t find anyone to give some to? Everyone likes a little sugar.”
“Haha,” the man said. “I guess.”
He handed over a $10 bill, took the cookies and left before Bitty could make change.
*
The following week, Bitty and Margie again paused in their set-up when the man in the yellow shoes ran by.
“Of all the markets I go to, this one definitely has the best view,” Margie said, turning back to her soaps. 
“You know it,” Bitty said, arranging morsels cut from apple, cherry and peach mini-pies on a tiered stand to offer as samples.
Once again, Bitty had sold most of his stock by time he was considering getting a start on packing up. Once again, the man with ice-blue eyes appeared, hanging back until Bitty noticed him.
“Did you like the cookies last week?” he asked.
“Um, yeah,” the man said. “And I shared them with my … friend. He liked them, too.”
Bitty looked up, wondering what the awkward hesitation before the word “friend” meant. Did he not really share them? Why lie about that? A dozen cookies wasn’t too many for one person to eat in a week, and Bitty hadn’t even asked who ate them. Was his “friend” not really a friend? Maybe more of an acquaintance, like a neighbor or coworker? Or maybe more than a friend? A wife? But he said “he.” A boyfriend? A husband?
Bitty tried to get a read on the man, but when he looked up, the man was looking down at the table, at the card reader with the pride flag sticker and the  now-empty sample stand.
“Looks like I missed the samples again,” the man said. 
“Looks like you did,” Bitty agreed. “You’ve got to get up pretty early to get those.”
“Do you have more of those cookies?”
“Sorry, not this week. Maybe try something different? Peaches are in season and I make a mean peach pie.”
“Why would I want a mean pie?” the man asked.
Now the cute accent came with dad jokes.
“Haha,” Bitty said. “I’ll have you know I won the blue ribbon at the tri-county fair with my pie when I was still in high school.”
“I think a pie is too much for me,” the man said. “It’s not as easy to share as cookies.”
“I’ve got just the thing,” Bitty said. “You can take my last half-dozen mini-pies, and since I’m packing up, I’ll only charge you for three. There’s four peach and two cherry. That’ll be $13.50.”
The man handed over a $20, and this time Bitty didn’t pass him his food until he accepted the change. The man just dropped it in the tip cup.
“Thank you, sir,” Bitty saud. “Y’all have a good week now.”
“Good-looking and generous,” Margie said from the next booth over.  “Why do I only get little old ladies or girls who want their bathrooms to smell nice?”
“Because you sell soap?”
“Don’t men want their bathrooms to smell nice?”
“Well, I do,” Bitty said. 
*
The following week’s market started much the same way, with the runner in the yellow sneakers kicking off the day, this time carrying a balled up red T-shirt in one large hand.
Bitty arranged sliced of apple and cherry turnovers as samples and displayed his pies and cookies, then passed the time between customers chatting with Margie and Bruce across the way.
“You think your boyfriend’s coming back?”
“What boyfriend would that be?” Bitty asked, as though he hadn’t spent a good part of the week daydreaming about blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and broad shoulders.
Once again, just when he was getting ready to close up, Blue Eyes showed up, this time with an even larger man. His friend? Or “friend”? 
The bigger man walked right up to the table, not hanging back like Blue Eyes usually did.
“Hello,” he said, smiling widely, the word flavored with an accent Bitty couldn’t quite place. “Jack says you make the best pies. You have blueberry?”
“Uh, not this week?” Bitty said. “Maybe next week, if I can get enough blueberries. I can make sure to save one for you, Mr. --”
“Alexei,” the man said. “You can call me Alexei.”
“Okay,” Bitty said, writing the name on a sticky note. “I’ll save a blueberry pie for Alexei, Jack’s friend. Can I get you anything today?”
“I see you have lemon bars,” Alexei said. “Six of those?”
“And what about you, Jack? It’s on the house. I noticed the extra $20 in my tip jar last week.”
“You don’t have to,” Jack said. “I like what you make, and it’s your business, so you should be paid. Um, you have a cherry pie left?”
“Just one,” Bitty said.
“It’s amazing,” Alexei said, “that you get this guy to eat dessert. Usually he only eats protein. All the time.”
“Protein is good for you,” Jack defended himself.
“Well, sure it is, hon,” Bitty said. “But you have to have a balanced diet.”
Both men paid, and Alexei said, “Maybe Jack will come get my pie next week from you -- wait, I don’t know your name.”
“Eric,” Bitty said. “But most everyone calls me Bitty.”
“Bitty baker,” Alexei crowed. “Excellent.”
“Bye, Bitty,” Jack said quietly.
After they left, Bitty collapsed dramatically on the table.
“Why are all the good ones taken?” he said.
“Who said he was taken?” Margie said. “Maybe they’re just friends.”
“Friends who pick up pie for each other?”
*
Bitty was well stocked with blueberry pies the next week, and he dutifully put one aside for Alexei. The berries had been so plentiful at the market that he’d made a couple of dozen blueberry bite-sized blueberry tartlets to set on his sample stand.
Bitty was just placing it on the table when the man with the yellow shoes loped past. 
“Put your tongue back in your mouth.” Margie was laughing at him. “You have your guy who comes every week. This one is mine.”
“Hush, you,” Bitty said. “I have a regular customer. That doesn’t mean I can’t feast my eyes on what’s on display.”
Then he stopped talking and busied himself with his display, because the man had broken his pattern and turned around when he reached the end of the market. He was headed back down the aisle.
Bitty was preparing himself to nod at the man, who for once seemed to be looking his way instead of straight ahead, but it was hard to see from behind the man’s sunglasses.
Wait, the man was heading right toward him, slowing to a trot as he passed the table.
“I see you got the blueberries,” he said. “Save one of those for me?”  
Bitty was glad the man -- Jack -- kept moving, because he knew his jaw nearly hit the table.
Once he managed to close his mouth, he turned back to Margie. “Still not my boyfriend,” he said. “But jiminy crickets. How did I not know it was the same guy?”
“You were blinded by the shoes?” Margie suggested. “Or, you know, the totally ripped half-naked body.”
“At least he’ll be dressed when he comes back,” Bitty said, placing three of the tartlets into a container that he put with Alexei’s pie. 
“The better not to drool over him?” Margie asked.
“Yeah,” Bitty said. “Pretty sure that’s considered bad customer service.”
Bitty spent the rest of the morning on pins and needles. It was fine, he told himself. His (very handsome) customer was the same as the (very hot) guy who ran through the market early every morning. The guy who never showed any sign that he even realized there were other people there, let alone that those people might be looking at him.
To him, Bitty was just the guy who sold cookies and pies. But his friend said Jack didn’t usually eat sweets, Bitty remembered.
Maybe Jack was buying them for Alexei. Maybe they were … it wasn’t right to say “more than friends,” Shitty would have his head for that. 
But they hadn’t seemed, well, couple-y, last week. And Bitty was pretty sure Jack lived alone. And Bitty couldn’t believe he had gotten himself wrapped up in whether there was an ethical difference in spinning daydreams about a customer based on whether the customer had a significant other. They were daydreams, for pity’s sake, and nothing would come of them.
Good thing the tartlets were doing their job and Bitty’s baked goods were more or less selling themselves today.
The stand was so successful that Bitty sold out of everything except the tartlets and pie he was saving for Jack and Alexei a half-hour before he usually packed up. 
He took his time stacking his trays, folding his tablecloths, stowing equipment in now-empty coolers for the trip home.
“Leaving already?” Margie asked. “Want me to hang on to the pie for when he gets here?”
“Nah,” Bitty said. “I’ll wait.”
Once he had everything stacked and ready to go to the truck, he sat in his folding chair and pulled out his phone to answer comments on his latest video.
He had just explained -- for the six-hundredth time -- how shortening and butter behave differently in pie crust when he heard a throat clear a few feet above him.
The Jack he saw when he looked up was different from the ones he had seen so far. No tiny running shorts or baggy basketball shorts, no horrid yellow shows or shower sandals. This Jack had on dark wash jeans that had to be tailored to fit like that, a snug T-shirt and a flannel button-down left open and with the sleeves rolled above the elbow. The moccasin-style shoes were a nice bonus. He looked a little familiar, but Bitty supposed that went with the fantasizing.
“Bitty?” Jack said. “Are you done for the day?”
“I am,” Bitty said, getting up and then immediately bending over to pick up the boxes for Jack. “But I saved you some tartlets and Alexei’s pie is here.”
“How much do I owe you?” Jack said.
“The pie is $20 even,” Bitty said. “But you can catch up to me next week if you don’t have cash.”
“I’m good for it,” Jack said, reaching for his wallet. “More to the point, so is Tater. What about the little blueberry things?”
“No charge,” Bitty said. “Samples, remember?”
“Samples are for people who get here early,” Jack said.
“You were here early,” Bitty said. “You just couldn’t take them with you. No, uh, pockets.”
“You think I’d put them in my pockets?”
Jack handed over two crisp twenties.
“It’s just $20,” Bitty said.
“For your trouble,” Jack said. “I’ll get Tater to pay me back.”
“Why do you call him Tater?”
“Hockey nickname,” Jack said. “He’s my teammate.”
“You play hockey?” Bitty said. “Where?”
“With the Falconers?” Jack said. 
Suddenly it clicked.
“Alexei … Mashkov? And you’re Jack Zimmermann!”
“Uh, yeah,” Jack said, ducking his head to look around to see if anyone heard. He raised his hand to his head like he wanted to pull the brim of his cap down, but with no cap, he ended up brushing away the hair that had curled onto his forehead. “Sorry you had to wait for me. Do you need a hand moving your things?”
“Aw, you don’t have to do that, hon,” Bitty said. “It’s a kind offer, though.”
“I don’t mind,” Jack said. “I was hoping maybe after you were done clearing up, you’d want to get coffee with me? Or a late lunch? Or something?”
Bitty managed to keep his mouth closed, but only just. A quick glance to the side told him Margie hadn’t been so successful.
“You don’t have to,” Jack said. “It’s fine. I mean, I know you shouldn’t ask people out when they’re working, so that’s why I wanted to wait until you were done --”
“No, sugar,” Bitty said. “I’d love to get lunch with you. Just so I know, though, you mean like a date?”
“Yes?” Jack said. “Wasn’t that clear? After all these weeks? Tater said he thought you liked me.”
“Wait,” Bitty said. “Were you flirting with me?”
“You finally noticed?”
“Never mind,” Bitty said. “Got there in the end, didn’t I?”
Jack started pushing the dolly with the folded table and stacked coolers towards the parking lot. As soon as he passed, Bitty flashed Margie a thumbs-up, picked up his chair and trays, and followed.
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pervincaa2 · 4 years ago
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THE LITTLE MERMAID THEORY or Harry is literally Ariel
So, we can star from when Harry kindly refused to play Prince Eric in The little mermaid action movie. Why? My hypothesy is because: Harry would have played Ariel instead. In fact, during an interview with Nick Grimshaw, talking about The Notebook, he said that he identifies with Rachel McAdams rather then Ryan (and in the heart-monitor interview he was really impressed by Ryan).
We have 3 main points: the similarities between Ariel & H, the original plot of the story and the similarities between Anderson & H.
My thesis is that Harry, loving movies, romances & nautical themes, got his mermaid tattoo because of how much he identified with the story.
First we look at Ariel's character.
1. The main character- Ariel
She's a rare heroine with an investigative curiosity which is shown through the mermaid's fascination of the unknown, the forbidden, and her intent on broadening her horizons from the start. Even before she sees the prince, she displays an intense longing to visit the world above the sea. The mermaid wants, above all, to explore the world and discover things that are beyond what she already knows. The world above seems larger than her own and holds a greater range of possibilities to exercise her adventurous spirit.
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Her willingness to cross-dress implies a willingness to transgress gender boundaries and take risks to be able to see the world. The transformation of the little mermaid is believed to reflect Andersen's constant engagement with mutability and changes in identity. The story rapresents the difficult passage of the girl into the order of speech and social symbolism (power, politics, and agency) which is symbolically understood as masculine.
https://www.allure.com/story/trans-women-mermaid-trend-meaning
Ariel's trasformation represent his own will to change and really embrace his feminine side. That's everything H has persued from the start, and only really starting to connect with from 2014/2015.
So in Nov. 2014, end of the year, he got the mermaid tattoo, and he literally said "I am a mermaid". When asked why she got saggy boobs, he said "'cause everyone should love themselves as they are".
Ariel has a beautiful voice, she's -in a way- a singer.
(Ariel's fin is green/blue. This is just interesting cause we know how much these colours are relevant & if my point is valid, it's really cute that he got a tattoo of a mermaid with a green&blue fin; -he already got a ship named Louis, so...)
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~Fast forward to 2017, he writes Woman that just as Girl crush, talks about being a woman, not having one. Same in 2019 with She & Fine line. And we have once again the nautical theme (he takes a boat out).
FINE LINE & SHE
We'll get the drinks in So I'll get to thinking of her She lives in daydreams with me She's the first one that I see And I don't know why I don't know who she is He takes a boat out Imagines just sailing away And not telling his mates He wouldn't know what to say Lives for the memory A woman who's just in his head And she sleeps in his bed While he plays pretend So pretend
Now, 2. The plot of the original Anderson's tale. The story begins with a sinking ship and a mermaid who falls in love immediately after seeing the prince (love at first sight, like Harry and Louis). The mermaid saves the prince from drowning, and with ships and savings we have a parallel with "Strong" lyrics and the nautical tattoos. Pretty self-explanatory.
[...] When the Little Mermaid's turn comes, she rises up to the surface, watches a birthday celebration being held on a ship in honor of a handsome prince, and falls in love with him from a safe distance. A violent storm hits, sinking the ship, and the Little Mermaid saves the prince from drowning.
Strong, 2013 My hands, your hands Tied up like two ships Drifting, weightless Waves try to break it I'd do anything to save it Why is it so hard to save it?
Ready to run, 2014 Then there's me inside a sinking boat, running out of time Without you I'll never make it out alive But I know, yes I know we'll be alright
Royal Louis ship & Home compass tattoos ~ Dec. 2012 Rope tattoo ~ June 2013
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Now we have the "But Daddy I love him!" scene, which is a reference from both The little mermaid and The Notebook, Harry's favourite movie. The line is said from a girl in both films, witch reconnects with the lyrics analysis of Fine Line🖇She (literally the whole song "She" is about gender discovery, I don't know how it can be seen in other ways). Worth mentioning is Kiwi mv where Harry chose a girl to portrait his younger self.
Harry wore the "But Daddy I love him" shirt in 2019 (witch is from a gay collection of shirts) after declining Prince Eric's role. Because he would have played Ariel instead.
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Moving on with the plot, we have a link with the Adore you narrative, where both the little mermaid and the fish feel melancholic. Harry is careful with his choice of words, he's always reflecting on wich one to use to express his feelings best.
The Little Mermaid becomes melancholic
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and asks her grandmother if humans can live forever. The grandmother explains that humans have a much shorter lifespan than a mermaid's 300 years, but that, when mermaids die, they turn to sea foam and cease to exist, while humans have an eternal soul that lives on in heaven.
The Little Mermaid, longing for the prince and an eternal soul, visits the Sea Witch who lives in a dangerous part of the ocean. The witch willingly helps her by selling her a potion that gives her legs in exchange for her tongue and beautiful voice, as the Little Mermaid has the most enchanting voice in the world. The witch warns the Little Mermaid that once she becomes a human, she will never be able to return to the sea.
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Then, we have the part with the Sea witch, Ursula. Who was inspired to Divine, an coincidentially mentioned by the Raimbow Bears. (This might be a coincidence but still I wanted to include it. In my opinion the bears and Harry chose to tweet about Divine because of Ursula.)
Moving on with the plot, we arrive at the point where Ariel drinks the potion that allows her to become human.
Consuming the potion will make her feel as if a sword is being passed through her body, yet when she recovers, she will have two human legs and will be able to dance like no human has ever danced before. However, she will constantly feel as if she is walking on sharp knives and bleed constantly.
In Olivia, Harry writes
"This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love"
and in Woman
"you're making me bleed"
In addition, she will obtain a soul only if she wins the love of the prince and marries him, for then a part of his soul will flow into her. Otherwise, at dawn on the first day after he marries someone else, the Little Mermaid will die with a broken heart and dissolve into sea foam upon the waves. After she agrees to the arrangement, the Little Mermaid swims up to the surface near the prince's castle and drinks the potion.
The description of the potion is interesting, because is literally a metaphor for a sword first
The liquid felt like a sword piercing through her body and she passed out on the steps of the prince's palace, naked. She is found by the prince, who is mesmerized by her beauty and grace, even though she is mute. Most of all, he likes to see her dance, and she dances for him despite suffering excruciating pain with every step. Soon, the Little Mermaid becomes the prince's favorite companion.
We also have the dancing theme. Ariel has to dance with, Harry has to dance in secret. Dancing becomes a metaphor for being together. Enduring the pain to be with her / his favourite person.
But when the prince's parents encourage their son to marry the neighboring princess in an arranged marriage, the prince tells that he can only love the young woman from the temple, who he believes rescued him. It turns out that the princess from the neighboring kingdom is the temple girl and the prince declares his love for her.
The arranged marriage is very similar to a bearding situation; they don't want to be with this other person but they have to because they're forced to.
They celebrate their marriage on a wedding ship, and the Little Mermaid's heart breaks. She thinks of all that she has sacrificed and of all the pain she has endured for the prince.
She despairs, thinking of the death that awaits her, but before dawn, her sisters rise out of the water and bring her a dagger that the Sea Witch has given them in exchange for their long, beautiful hair. If the Little Mermaid kills the prince and lets his blood drip on her feet, she will become a mermaid once more, all her suffering will end, and she will live out her full life in the ocean with her family.
Now, the dagger appears around the same time that Harry got his mermaid tattoo. I think they are connected. We know about the Rose and Dagger and its meaning, and it's the same theme descripted in The little Mermaid story: enduring a great pain for a greater love, because this love is worth everything.♥️
"This story contains a message about love and self-sacrifice, and the dangers of accepting abuse or inconsiderate treatment in the name of love." (The little Mermaid)
Nov. 26 2014 Louis got inked with a dagger tattoo
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Now we have to look at the writer's life. Anderson was in love with a man.
3. Anderson's life
~My Dear Boy: Gay Love Letters through the Centuries: The Little Mermaid was written as a love letter by Hans Christian Andersen to Edvard Collin. This is based on a letter Andersen wrote to Collin, upon hearing of Collin's engagement to a young woman, around the same time that the Little Mermaid was written. Andersen wrote "my sentiments for you are those of a woman. The femininity of my nature and our friendship must remain a mystery." Norton interprets the correspondence as a declaration of Andersen's homosexual love for Collin, and describes The Little Mermaid as an allegory for Andersen's life.
So, The Little Mermaid is an allegory for Anderson's life. I think this is also a reason why Harry feels so connected to this story.
For some visuals, here we have: a raimbow, a ship, a fish, mermaids. Basically all of the nautical theme that Harry loves, has tattooed on his body and included in his music videos.
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In conclusion, the mermaid tattoo is Ariel, she's Harry, who is also Anderson by consequence (Ariel=Anderson); the fish in Adore and Edvard represent Louis.
Their love story is narrated through tattoos, music videos, lyrics. It's hidden like the most precious and most beautiful pearl, and I hope one day they will be able to tell it themselves as they want to ♥️
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel Man, I feel like a woman (hey!)
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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago
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Multipart Commission work -Harry Hook x reader - A Prince Behind the Pirate - part 11 - resolve
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You felt a few tears slip down our cheeks as you stared up at the white sterile ceiling, you attempted to sit up but cried out as your chest flared in pain.
“Harry” you sobbed, covering your mouth and letting it all out, hiccuping and tears starting to soak your pillow
“(y/n)-(y/n) you’re awake!” your sister's voice interrupted your little pity party, rushing to your side and cupping your face “(y/n)-wait what's wrong!? Is it your wound, ill get-“
“no-no” you sniffed, whipping your cheeks and shaking your head. “I just….i found him and-” you sobbed, unable to finish your sentence.
Audrey shushed you and wiped some more tears off your face “you mean dream boy? You found him?” you nodded.
“yeah, on the isle” a hiccup ripped from your throat, Audreys shoulders slumped and she did her best to hug you without hurting you.
“oh (nickname)” she cooed “im sorry” you shook your head and curled into her side, ignoring the pain in your chest.
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“So what's his name” almost an hour later, you had finally calmed down enough to talk normally. So now Audrey sat at your side and munched on some chips, letting you talk about your experience on the isle.
“his name is Harry and….hes the son of captain hook?” you winced, expecting Audrey to freak, but to your surprise, she smiled.
“oh! At least you know he can shove a sword up anybody's butt if they mess with you” she chirped.
You frowned, glaring at her suspiciously “ya know, I thought you would be more….advert to an isle kid being dream boy”
“well,” she sighed “there's a difference, the universe chose Harry for you, so it means that you’re meant for each other, I can't do anything about it” you gave her a soft smile.
“thanks Aud” she grinned and kissed your forehead.
“no prob, I got your back”
“and I got yours”
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It took you two months to fully heal from the gunshot wound, you were unable to do much else other than convincing Ben to continue the sending of proper supplies to the isle.
Thankfully with his own experience on the isle, and your further explanation of what happened there, he appointed you in charge of isle affairs.
It was stressful but worth it, being able to know EXACTLY what was being sent to the isle. Things like rotten food and old grody trash had been rerouted to an actual trash site.
You were also campaigning for the next group of vks to be brought over, but the council was being stubborn and ignorant against the children of villains.
Your grandmother being one of them, she hardly believed you when you said you found dream boy on the isle, refusing to listen to your sister or parents who defended Harry when she insulted the fact that a vk wasn’t “good enough” for you.
She was pushing for an arranged marriage with Ariel's and Erics son, which you ranted about to Audrey….and Harry.
“shes just…ARUGH! Shes being delusional about you, saying that “you’re dangerous” and  “you'll corrupt our kingdom” Harry snorted, picking at the dream grass below him.
“she sounds like a nutter” he chuckled, reaching out and grabbing your hand, tugging you into his lap.
“she is” you groaned, leaning on his shoulder and pouting “shes one of the most controlling people in my life, and because she didn’t get to raise my mom she feels like she has the authority to raise me and Aud completely! Like-she doesn’t allow my mom and dad to parent us, when Audrey and I would get into trouble as kids, or anything else, and they would try to talk to us about it or discipline us, she would yell at them and crap” harry hummed, rubbing your back and letting you rant.
“I just-gosh I can't wait until I turn 18 and can just….not care about her anymore,  hell,  run away with you even” you grumbled, letting your head fall back, seeing harry smile and shake his head at you.
“lass, who knows if ill be off the isle by then” he muttered sadly. You sat up, pointing your finger in his face.
“yes you will, I will get more vks off the isle, I swear by it” harry snorted and shook his head.
“yeh may be the ambassador for the isle but only beasty boy can get more of us off love” he sighed, cupping your chin and rubbing his thumb on your cheek.
“then ill overthrow him and get you all off” you snorted, harry burst into laughter, shaking his head.
“and ill support yeh in that” he chuckled, leaning back on the grass and looking up at the pink sky.
You both sat in silence for a few moments, before you decided to break it “im glad this didn’t disappear” you muttered, looking around the dream world you and harry inhabited.
“aye” he hummed, looking up at the cherry tree hanging overhead. “im guessing Auradon looks like this?”
“Yeah, pretty much, minus the permanently pink sky” you giggled, falling back to lay next to harry.
He stretched his arm out to let you use it as a pillow, turning to lay on his side and look at you.
He was happy you were back in Auradon, safe and away from the villans of the isle who would take advantage of you.
It didn’t mean he didn’t miss you but….it was better for you in auradon.
“I cant wait to see you again” you whispered, looking into his eyes, a soft sad smile on your face.
“yer seeing me righ’ now” he laughed, pausing as you reached out and cupped his cheek.
“I mean in Auradon, when you come here” harry sighed, closing his eyes and leaning into your hand.
“yeah….ill see yeh in auradon” he murmured, eyes snapping open as you shuffled closer to him.
Your breathing stopped, lips inches away from his, his ocean blue eyes staring back into your (e/c) ones.
“kiss me” you whispered, Harrys eyes widened for a moment before his arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer, lips crashing into yours.
It was like a nuke exploded in your chest, the shocks vibrating down your limbs and electricity running through your lips.
Harry let out a low hum, rolling onto his back and pulling you onto his chest. You let out a little squeak, separating from him for a moment.
you looked down, giggling as harry pouted at you “nooo, come back” he muttered, tugging at your dress.
You sighed, watching as the world brightened around you “but we’re about to wake up” your shoulders slumped, letting your head fall, your chin hitting Harry's chest.
“one more?” he pleaded, sitting up and tilting his head in that adorable way.
You snorted and nodded, pressing one last kiss to his lips.
“mmm thank yeh,” he murmured against your lips, pulling away and pressing multiple kisses across your face, smiling against your cheek as you laughed.
“ill see you soon harry” you hummed, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
“ill see yeh soon meh bonnie lass”
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You yawned as you woke up, scrunching your face as the sunlight hit your face.
“im up im up” you groaned, wincing as you stretched your lower chest. “ow” you hopped out of bed and looked out the window, a sad smile growing on your face as you saw the isle across the sea, spotting the lost revenge at pirates bay.
“I promise Harry” you muttered, wishing for the wind to carry your words to him “that you will sail the seven seas with me one day”
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@random-thoughts-003​
@rintheemolion​
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@thecaptainsgingersnap​
@thebookwormfairy​
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