We talk about how much Mike must miss Eleven but we never talk about how much Nancy must miss Barb. Barb whose been Nancys best friend since elementary school and who Nancy has probably spent every Friday night with since she can remember. Barb who Nancy planned on going to college with and who exchanged secrets with her about their worries for the future. Barb who Nancy probably blames herself for her disappearance every single day. Nancy must miss Barb so much it hurts
If you asked me about home, I wouldn’t recite some coordinates on a map or the name of some small town with even smaller minded people.
If you asked me about home, I’d tell you about a girl with bright red hair and a giggle that sounded just like a prayer.
I’d tell you about the freckles littered across her ivory face and how I’d always thought of them as a map to a hidden treasure.
I’d tell you about a girl that loved God, James Dean and kissing in cars.
If you asked me about home I’d tell you about a girl who spent her Friday nights deep in a Hemingway novel, the only friends she’d ever known were the stars in the sky.
If you asked me about religion or spirituality, I wouldn’t recite a verse from the bible or talk about some god almighty.
If you asked me about worship I’d tell you about a girl who was so carefully reckless, teasing life and always flirting with death.
How she reminded me of cherry coke and my grandfather’s old vinyls.
I’d tell you that she was known for driving outrageously fast and kissing outrageously slow.
I’d tell you about a girl who always wore tattered blue boots, with hair that was kept nearly as wild as her soul.
How she never had nail polish on her chewed fingernails or makeup on her porcelain face.
If you asked me about salvation, I’d tell you about a girl that was every single one of my prayers wrapped up in a five-foot package.
If you asked me about space, I wouldn’t name all of the constellations.
If you asked me how many planets were in our solar system, I’d carefully explain that there were nine:
Earth, Neptune, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Venus, Uranus, Mercury and her.
I’d explain that it didn’t take a scientist to find the Milky Way in her eyes.
I certainly wasn’t an astronomer but I knew I didn’t need to look up to the sky to find my Sun.
Most profound of all, I’d explain that she was a Universe trapped within a Universe.
indieluhv, Ask me a question and the answer will always be her
or: how each member of the original gryffindor quidditch team fell in love.
Alicia falls headfirst over lunch on a Friday, when she spills her water and all Katie does is laugh and throw napkins over to her side of the table. She falls in love in between letters hastily jotted down between breaks and late nights in her dinky flat near St. Mungos, late nights spent wondering whether to voice how butterflies get caught in her throat every time Katie laughs. How her best friend has blossomed into something fierce, something untouchably bright.
Katie breaks the silence first, one night - says, in a hushed voice, too quiet to be anything but careful, that she thinks she might be in love and Alicia’s heart plummets but Katie’s voice breaks and continues with “I think I’m in love with you” and the rest, as they say, is history.
Katie’s felt it - felt it - the moment Alicia yelled at Malfoy all those years ago on the quidditch pitch. It just took her a couple years to realize.
George forgets about love after the war, too focused on making sure the joke shop does its duty, bringing the slightest sliver of relief to parents and children again. It’s not until years later, when Angelina resurfaces on his radar past the monthly exchanged word here and there, when she comes back from training camp abroad, that love gives him a nudge, a gesture, as if to indicate “There. There I am.”
Angelina loves many people, as bold, beautiful, young women are free to do, and she loves strong and falls hard and falls fast. She’d thought it was her greatest detriment, once upon a time, but there was something almost silly about George at her doorstep, stubbing his foot on the welcome mat, shy in a way she’d never seen before. She told herself this time - this time would be the most dangerous, but three months later, she realizes there’s nothing terrifying about being held by familiar arms.
The twins are the twins, but they aren’t the same. So Fred’s always had love at the tip of his fingers, because Lee’s been at his side since they were fresh-eyed and curious, on the wrong side of too eager. It’s always been there, a quiet undercurrent, the only thing delicate and untouched between them. One day, one of them takes the leap and asks, prods at the tension in the room. When it unravels, their grins bloom tenfold, like fireworks. It lasts for a lifetime.
Oliver says he fell in love fighting on the quidditch pitch (because where else) with an equally passionate quidditch player (because who else) - and that’s how it worked, except there’s always more to a story than that. He brings Marcus home one evening, and his mother smiles and says she had expected nothing else. In reality, Oliver fell in love between dawn and morning practice, yearning hitting him hard in the gut. He’d crawled back into a surprised Marcus’ bed, disregarding his routine morning run in favor of curling into an easy embrace.
Harry finds love lurking somewhere after war reparations and before peace, an odd tentative balance in chaos. He wasn’t looking for it, just as he very rarely asks for anything at all, but it sauntered up, arrogant and brash, unable for him to look away from. Love did that - not Draco, because Draco had his own reparations to make and his own makings of peace and he’d discarded the arrogance for that. Love was a mess and a half, except then it wasn’t, and it made sense, in an odd, funny, sort of way - how inexplicably tied in each other’s narrative the other had been at the end of all things. It made sense in the way that Harry and Draco didn’t, not to anyone looking in. But Harry knows better. He knows what love is, he knows when he has it, and he knows when it’s returned, with a genuine gaze and a steady hand.
I spent Friday attending
professional panels for the comics industry, which probably deserves a
post of its own, but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking
shop. But Saturday was devoted to Agents of SHIELD stuff with
Iain and Liz. I had an amazing time and so many awesome things happened. Truly it was the best con experience I’ve ever had and, as @bigfunnywords (HEY Tumblr finally let me tag you!) said, I lived my best life. I’ll try to do the tl;dr version but this will probably get long.
Putting the rest behind a cut for your scrolling convenience.
On again and off again couple, Y/N and Harry Styles are reportedly on again. The two were both in NYC last weekend, Styles for his appearance on SNL and Y/N for her show on her Y/Tour/Name Tour. Y/N was seen on Styles’ best mate, Nick’s snap chat in the SNL audience and fans took to twitter saying they saw Styles and his group of friends at Y/N’s show.
It’s also rumored that Y/N’s newest song that she performed at that very concert was all about her rekindling a relationship with now Solo artist Harry Styles.
We’ve reached out to both Harry and Y/N’s camp, but neither has responded to the rumors.
One would guess we would just have to wait and see if our favorite Pop couple is once again a thing.
You have had a long couple of days during your tour and since tonight was your off night, you decided just to have a quiet night in your hotel room. You put some candles on and some music before starting the water for a bath. You took off your robe and got into the water and closed your eyes.
A few minutes later, your phone rang and you groaned. You reached over for it and saw that Harry was face timing you. You smirked and accepted the call.
“Baby!” he smiled waving to you. “Wait, where are you?”
You laughed. “I’m right here, hold on,” you said. “I’m in the tub, so I had to look a bit decent.”
“Aw come on… You don’t have to do that,” he smirked. “I wouldn’t mind a little sneak peek.”
You rolled your eyes turning the camera to face you. “You’re such a perv,” you joked.
“It’s not pervy if you’re my girlfriend,” he smirked.
“Whatever,” you giggled. “So, what have you been up to?”
“I just finished rehearsing,” he said. “So, my voice is a bit gone, but it’s all good.”
You nodded. “When do you have to record for the show?”
“Um, it airs on Friday night, so sometime Thursday, I think,” he said.
“Well, make sure you rest of your voice,” you said.
“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed.
“Did you that we’re trending again?” you asked.
“Yeah, I did. My Mum called me and asked me about it,” he said. “I told her we spent time in New York and that we’re going to give ourselves a second chance.”
“How did she react?” you asked.
“I think she was a little hesitant at first, but then she asked me if this was what I really wanted and if being with you made me happy and when I told her it did and it is what I wanted more than anything, she said that was all that matters,” he smiled.
“Well, that’s good,” you smiled. “Especially since your mom hasn’t always liked me in the past.”
“It wasn’t that she didn’t like you, she just didn’t like the situations surrounding our relationship,” he said.
“Which is understandable,” you sighed. “Do you think you’re going to get asked about our relationship during the interview?”
“I don’t know, maybe,” he said. “It’s only supposed to be a short interview so there might not be time for it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was though.”
“And if there is a question, what are you going to say?” You asked.
“I’m not going to confirm our relationship,” he said. “I might just say we’re friends or something.”
You nodded. “I think that’s best especially since we’ve only been back together for a few days. It’s one thing having the media and everyone speculating, but people actually knowing we’re together will cause a bit of a frenzy.”
“And besides no one but us and our close friends and family need to know if we’re together or not,” he said.
You smiled. “I miss you,” you sighed.
“I know, it’s only been what three days since we saw one another and it feels like that didn’t even happen,” he sighed.
“But you’re still coming at the end of the week, right?” You asked hopefully.
“Yep. Since we finish recording the show on Thursday, I have a flight leaving on Friday morning,” he smiled.
“Really? So, you’ll be here Friday?” You asked.
“Well, not there obviously, because you’ll be in Miami then, but yeah, we’ll be together on Friday,” he smiled.
“I can’t wait!” you smiled. “And I can’t wait to go shopping!”
“You’re waiting for me to go shopping?” He laughed.
“No, I’m talking about going shopping for some things for when you get here,” you smirked.
He looked at you confused and then it suddenly dawned on him. “Oh, OH, oh, now I really can’t wait for Friday to get here, especially looking at you right now,” he smirked.
You giggled. “Well, I have a show Saturday Night and Sunday night, so that will give us a bit on Friday and all day Saturday and Sunday to enjoy each other and the sun,” you smirked.
“We’ll there be any enjoying ourselves in the sun?” He said cocking his eyebrow.
“Oh, of course. There will be swimming and be walking on the beach,” you smiled. “Oh and I’m sure we can rent some jet skis.”
“That wasn’t exactly what I was implying, but okay.” he laughed.
You giggled. “Don’t worry, they’ll be plenty of time for that.”
“There better be,” he smirked. “We have lots to catch up on.”
“Yes, we do,” you smiled.
“I love you,” he whispered. “And I wish I was in that bath with you right now.”
“I do too, it’s been a bit lonely in this hotel,” you sighed dramatically.
“Well, I’ll be there in a few days,” he smiled.
“Can’t you just record your parts before Thursday and come now?” You pouted.
“If I had that kind of power, I would already be on a plane to you right now,” he said.
You smiled. “What time is it over there?”
“Uh, just after 1 in morning,” he said.
“Oh, well you better get in bed,” you said.
“But I want to talk to you,” he whined.
“I know, but you need your sleep,” you laughed.
“Ugh, fine, fine,” he sighed. “You’re so bossy.”
“You love me though,” you smirked.
“That I do,” he smiled.
You giggled. “I love you too.”
“Night baby,” he whispered.
“Night,” you smiled.
It was the next day and Harry was going out to lunch with his sister. He had already told his Mom about the two of you, but he hadn’t told Gemma yet. He was a little more nervous about telling her than his Mom because there was actually a time where Gemma didn’t really like you with him.
He never told you that and it was years ago, so hopefully, Gemma wouldn’t make a big deal about it. By the time Harry got there, Gemma was already there. She was typing away on her computer when he sat down.
She looked up at him and finished what she was working on before putting her laptop away.
“Finally,” he groaned dramatically. “So rude.”
“Oh, piss off,” she laughed. “Anyway, how’s my baby brother doing.”
“Great,” he said.
“How was New York?” She asked.
“It went well…” he coughed.
“That wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain ex, would it?” She asked.
He took a sip of his water and looked at the menu.
“Don’t play coy with me,” she said. “The evidence is out there that you two were together at some point.”
He sighed. “Yes, we were together in New York.”
“Really?” She sighed.
“Why are you saying it like that?” He asked.
“Because you’ve been down that road plenty of times and it’s always ended the same,” she said.
He sighed. “We’re in different places in our lives, Gem. It’s not going to end the same way.”
“You’ve said that exact same thing the last two times you gave it a try with her,” she said.
“Why don’t you like her?” He sighed.
“It’s not that I don’t like her. Y/N and I were really close when you two first got together, but then I saw how your relationship with her was affecting you and how it hurt you were, so excuse me for not wanting to see you go through that again,” she said.
“I get where you’re coming from and I don’t want to go through that ever again, but being without her in my life is just as painful if not more,” he sighed. “You don’t know what it’s like seeing all your friends or your sister being happy with their significant others and being in love. Or having to go home to an empty house every night and thinking about if you’re ever going to have someone to cook dinner with or open a bottle of wine and listen to music while sitting in front of the fire? And then you think about how you did have that, with that one person that you can’t get out of your fucking mind and heart because they’re the only one that you’ve ever felt anything with. Y/N, is my person and yeah, I’m scared as hell that it might not work out again, but at least I know that I gave it one more shot.”
She sighed looking at him. “I know that you love her, and I know that she loves you. I’m not doubting that, but sometimes love isn’t enough and people aren’t meant to be.”
“Wow,” he said shaking his head. “After everything I just told you, you’re really going to say something like that? I understand that you’re looking out for me and quite honestly I’m sure if roles were reversed, I would be the same way, but I would also support your decision if meant that you were happy.”
“I do want you to be happy, but I also want you to really think this through and just not jump back into a relationship with someone that you haven’t even been around for over a year?” She said.
“We’re not jumping into anything. Yes, she’s my girlfriend, but we’re taking things slow,” he said.
“Then you didn’t sleep together in New York?” She asked.
“That’s none of your business,” he said.
“Damn it, Harry,” she sighed.
“Who I have sex with is my decision,” he said.
“I know, I know, but don’t you think it’s better to build your relationship emotionally instead of physically,” she said.
“It’s not like we only have sex,” he sighed shaking his head. “Our relationship is more than that, it’s always been more than that.”
She sighed. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anything negative about Y/N or your relationship anymore. If you’re willing to give her another chance, then so am I,” she said.
“That’s all I ask,” he sighed.
You were now in Miami for the next few days and since Harry would be arriving tomorrow, you decided to go out shopping with your stylist, Maxy, and makeup artist, Manny, who were your best friends from over the years.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s brought on this sudden shopping trip?” Maxy asked.
“We’re in Miami, why wouldn’t we do a little shopping?” You said innocently.
“Normally, I would accept that answer, but our shopping trips don’t usually involve purchasing new lingerie,” she smirked holding up a red lacy see- through bra from the rack.
“Girl, don’t you know? Y/N’s little boy toy is coming into town tomorrow for a few weeks,” Manny smirked.
“He’s not my little boy toy, he’s my boyfriend,” you laughed looking through different options. “And I wanted to get some new things to wear to spice things up a bit.”
“I didn’t realize that you and Harry were already official again,” Maxy said. “I mean, I know he was at the show and you two were quite on top of each other, but I didn’t know it was that serious again.”
“It’s always been serious between me and Harry. After we first met initially, we only talked back and forth for about two weeks before we went out on our first date and then we became exclusive in a relationship after our third date,” you said. “If you know that you want to be with him, why should I wait a certain amount of time before we get back together.”
“I don’t know, it just seems sort of fast, you know? You two were broken up and hadn’t spoken to one another in over a year, but then you meet up for one night and you’re already in a full blown committed relationship with him flying here to be with you,” she said.
“I can see where you’re coming from, but it’s not like Harry was a one-night stand and now I’m in a relationship with him. We have history and we love each other, those feelings never went away even during our year apart, so to us it’s not like we’re rushing in or moving too fast,” you shrugged. “And honestly what’s so bad about us being together, we don’t want to see other people, so what’s wrong with already being exclusive.”
“Nothing is wrong with it,” Manny said. “It’s your and Harry’s relationship and if you two love each other, that’s all that matters. We can tell you our thoughts or opinions, but at the end of the day as long as the two of you are happy and in love, then don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you,” you smiled.
“Now, that’s settled, let’s pick you out some things for your man to take off,” h smirked.
You all laughed and finished looking through the store. Once you had a handful of lacy bra and underwear sets, you went back to the dressing room. As you were trying each set on, you smirked to yourself as you got a bit of an idea. You took a few pictures of yourself in the different sets.
You went to your messages and clicked on Harry’s name. You picked a few pictures that you had just taken to send to him with, “Out shopping, which one is your favorite? ;)” as the message.
You changed back into your clothes and grabbed the sets you tried on.
“So, which ones are you getting?” Maxy asked.
“Um, out of these probably the red, the black, and the dark purple,” you said. “
“Great choices!” Manny said. “He’s going to lose his shit when he sees you them.”
You laughed. “He probably is already losing his shit. I might have snapped a few photos in the dressing room and sent him a bit of a sneak peek.”
“Damn girl, I didn’t know you were the type to sext,” he gasped.
“Usually, I’m not, mostly because of the whole like hacking and iCloud issues and things getting leaked, but there are ways around it. Especially, when you’re away from your significant other, it helps the time pass by a bit,” you smirked.
“Ew. I don’t need that visual,” he said shaking his head.
“Oh, but it’s perfectly fine picking out lingerie for me and talk about my sex life, but god forbid we talk me sexting with my boyfriend,” you giggled.
“Oh my god, stop talking about it!” He laughed covering his ears.
“Anyway, I’m going to go pay for these and then we can go get lunch,” you said.
“Sounds good to me,” Manny said quickly.
Harry was finishing up his packing before he had to head to the studio to film for the Graham Norton show. He was literally counting down the hours until his flight would leave and he would be seeing you again. The conversation with his sister the other day had stuck with him a little bit and it made it wonder if she would ever really be happy that you and him were together.
While it didn’t really matter to him about her opinion on you and your relationship, he still wanted his girl and his sister to get along. He heard his phone beep a few times, while he was packing, but he didn’t think anything of it.
Once he zipped up his suitcase, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and saw that you had sent him a few messages. He slid his finger to open and his eyes widen when he saw the pictures that you sent.
“Bloody hell,” he mumbled to himself.
“Out shopping, which is your favorite? ;)” he read the text along with your pictures.
How was he supposed to choose just one? You looked fucking amazing in every single one of those and all he wanted to do was see you in them before he ripped them off of you. As he continued to stare at the pictures, it was obvious that a bit of a problem was growing.
“Damn it, Y/N!” He typed into his phone.
“What?” You sent back with an innocent looking emoji.
“You know very well, what I’m talking about. You can’t just send me photos of you half naked looking fucking amazing without some sort of warning.”
“What? I was just asking for your opinion, but it’s nice to know that I looked good in all of them.”
“Of course you did! Please tell me you bought them all?”
“Nope, not gonna say, which or how many I bought. That’s something you’re going to have to wait and see.”
“But…but..but,” he sent with a pouty face.
“You can whine all you want, but it’s not going to happen. Patience is a virtue.”
“Fuck patience, I want to know! It’s the least you could do since you’ve got me all hot and bothered over here! Did you forget that I’m going to filming a show in like two hours? I’m gonna have a fucking hard on and it’s all your fault!”
“It’s not my fault you’re like a horny teenager.”
“Only for my beautiful, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, hot, girlfriend who I love more than anything in the world.”
“You’re so sweet, but buttering me up is not going to work on me telling you which ones I bought.”
“I’m offended that you think I was trying to butter you up into getting what I want.”
“I’ve known you for almost 5 years, Styles, I know how you get when you want something.”
“And what I want is you…”
“Tomorrow you can have me all day and night…”
“Fucking… You’re not helping my situation.”
“Maybe, I should let you go take care it before your big show.”
“Or you could help me take care of it… Video Chat?”
“I’d love too… but I’m out to lunch right now and I’m quite sure others around us wouldn’t be too keen on that type of video chatting.”
“Damn it! Well, in that case, I’m gonna go have a nice cold shower. I’ll call you after the recording.”
“Looking forward to it, and you never know you might get another little sneak peek then too ;)”
“You’re having fun with this aren’t you?”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Anything you want. ;)”
“Okay. Cold Shower is definitely happening now.”
“Sorry! ;) Talk to you later! I love you and you’re going to do great tonight!”
“Thanks, baby and I love you too!”
Harry was at the taping of the Graham Norton and as he sat in the dressing room with his parents, he wasn’t as nervous as he had been for SNL, but he still had a bit of nervousness.
“You’re going to do great,” Anne smiled. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks, Mum,” he smiled.
“So, how are things going with you and Y/N?” She asked.
“Great,” he smiled. “You know I’m flying out to see her tomorrow morning right?”
“Yes, I know,” she laughed. “I think that’s the real reason you have that stupid smile on your face.”
“It makes me so happy to see you happy,” she smiled. “This is all I’ve ever wanted for you and Gemma,” she sniffed. “And now you’re performing your own music that you’re so proud of and you’re with someone that you love and I’ve never seen you this happy before.”
“Mum,” he laughed hugging her. “Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m your Mum and that’s what I do.” she laughed dabbing her eyes.
“Mum, you’re gonna make me cry,” he laughed rubbing her back.
“Okay, I’ll stop. I’ll stop,” she said.
He laughed kissing her head. One of the show’s producers peek their heads into the room, “The show starts in a few minutes,” she said.
“We better get to our seats,” Robin said.
Harry nodded and hugged his mom one more time before they both left. He was alone in the room, except for his band. They were all trying to get into the zone for their performance that was coming up.
It was a little more than halfway through the show when it was time for Harry to perform. After he nailed his performance, they brought him out onto the interview stage with the other guests.
“Harry, Harry, welcome, you did a fabulous job,” Graham said.
“Thank you,” Harry smiled.
“So, we’re going to do this little game that we did with one of our guests last week and we’re going to talk about some of the craziest rumors about you and we’re just going to go off of your facial expression,” he said.
“This could be fun,” he laughed.
“Yeah, and there’s going to be camera zoomed in on your face,” he added.
“Oh, god,” Harry laughed sitting up.
“Okay, is it true that you took a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert?” He asked.
Harry smirked and laughed. “I did, I didn’t take a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert. I like carrot cake,” he shrugged.
“And Fleetwood Mac, hopefully,” Graham said.
“Love,” he laughed.
Graham continued to ask about different rumors and so far they were all easy, until the very last one.
“Now, this next rumor is quite recent,” he said. “And is it true that you and Y/N have rekindled a bit of a romance.”
Harry tried so hard to keep a straight a face and he did good for the most part, but then a little smile broke through before it went back to straight face.
“Oh! That’s a yes, that’s definitely a yes,” one of the guests laughed pointing to him.
“I didn’t say that,” Harry said.
“You didn’t have too,” he joked.
Harry coughed and sat back with a smirk.
“Well, we’re out of time, thank you to our guests for joining us tonight and thank you to Harry Styles for performing his new single,” he said.
Harry smirked and stuck his head into the view of the camera giving it a wave.
It was the day Harry would be arriving. You didn’t have plans that day, so you used it to get ready for his arrival. You picked up your clothes that covered the floor and put them away. You went into the bathroom and tided up your hair and makeup products a bit and then you took a quick shower to freshen up and shave your legs and what not. You pulled out your candle stash and put them throughout the room, but away from the curtains and other possible flammable items.
You then went over to the shopping bag from yesterday and tried to decide on which one you would wear. You decided on wearing the red lace one and quickly put it on before putting your robe on. You then went and fixed your hair a bit and put on a little bit of makeup.
You knew that you didn’t have to put this much trouble into it, but you wanted to make it a little more romantic setting than just a random hotel room. You looked at the clock and saw that Harry should be arriving within the hour.
You felt that nervous-excited feeling in the pit of your stomach. Seeing him this time was different than New York because you knew where the two of you stood and it wasn’t a short visit. You would actually have more than a few hours to be together.
You kept pacing around the room as you waited. It felt like Christmas morning or the night before your birthday. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door. You were sure it wasn’t Harry because he wasn’t supposed to be landing until about now and it would take a while to get here from the airport. You tightened the knot on your robe and walked over to the door and opened it.
Harry was standing there with his bags in his hand and a huge smile on his face.
“Oh! What are you doing here so early?” You smiled.
“Where you expecting someone else?” He asked.
“Of course not, I’m glad that you’re here, I just thought you wouldn’t be in for another hour,” you said.
“I was able to get an earlier flight,” he smiled. “Can I come in or is your other boyfriend in there?” he joked.
“Don’t worry. He snuck down the balcony,” you giggled. “So, come on in.”
He smiled walking in the door and putting his bags and guitar on the floor.
“Now, come here,” he said pulling you to him after you close the door.
You giggled wrapping your arms around him and he holds you close to him, kissing your head.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled. “These last four days were torture.”
“I know, especially with you teasing me,” he laughed.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” you smirked.
“That’s the problem, I loved it,” he laughed.
You smiled. “Well, we have plenty of time to make up for it,” you whispered leaning up to kiss him.
He smiled into the kiss bringing you closer to him as he deepens it. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood on your tip toes. After a bit, you pulled away.
“No offense, but you smell like an airplane,” you laughed.
“Is that your way of telling me I stink?” He pouted.
“Pretty much, yep,” you giggled.
“I guess I’ll jump in the shower really quick, wanna join?” he smirked.
“Normally, I would, but I spent a good amount of time on this look and I’d hate to ruin it in the shower,” you said.
“You know you don’t have to get all done up to impress me or anything,” he said.
“I know, but I wanted to look nice,” you smiled. “Now, go and shower.”
“Ugh, fine,” he said grabbing his toiletry bag. “I’ll be out in a few,” he said kissing you quickly and going into the bathroom.
While Harry was in the shower, you lit all the candles and put on some music. You had some champagne brought to the room and you opened it to pour two glasses. You also had some fruit sent up as well. You set everything up and lowered the lights.
The shower turned off and a few minutes later, he came out wrapped in a towel. He looked around at the candles and smiled.
“Someone’s trying to be romantic,” he smirked walking over to you.
“Well, I figured it would be nice to have a nice night in without feeling rushed,” you smiled handing him a glass of champagne.
“A romantic night in sounds amazing,” he smiled.
You grabbed the plate of fruit and climbed on the bed. Harry smiled joining you and laying next to you before grabbing a strawberry.
“So, how did the show go?” You asked.
“It went well. I had so much fun,” he smiled. “And the performance was amazing if I do say so myself.”
“I’m sure you did great,” you smiled. “What about the interview?”
“Really short, but we played this little game about asking about rumors about me and they zoomed in on my face. Most of them were ridiculous, but then they mentioned about us and I tried to keep a straight face, I really did, but I broke a bit and recovered quickly, but everyone was taking that as a yes,” he laughed.
“Way to go,” you joked.
“What? I’m not good at lying!” he laughed.
“Apparently,” you said.
“I’m just happy,” he smiled.
“So am I,” you smiled. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”
“Same here,” he said. “So, I told Gemma about us.”
“How did she react?” you asked.
“Not good at first,” he admitted. “She just kept bringing up our past and how it doesn’t seem like a good idea that we’re getting back together. And that she didn’t want to see me get hurt again, but I told her about how much I loved you and how happy being with you made me and she eventually decided that she would support my decision.”
You sighed downing the rest of your champagne.
“Hey,” he said taking your hand. “It’s okay, she’ll come around.”
“I hope so,” you sighed. “We used to be really close, she was like my best friend, but then everything changed.”
“Well, hopefully, the longer we’re together, the more you two can work on your friendship,” he smiled.
“I’d like that,” you smiled.
“You know what I’d like?” he smirked leaning closer to you.
“What?” You asked.
“Some of those kiwis,” he smirked leaning over you and grabbing some slices off the plate.
You laughed. “Didn’t you eat on the plane?”
“Yeah, but I’m still hungry,” he smirked.
“We can order some food you know,” you laughed.
“Nope. I don’t have time for that,” he said.
“Oh, really?” You asked. “Why not?”
“Because” he smirked pulling you on top of him. “We have things to do.”
You giggled looking down at him. You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss him. He deepened the kiss as soon as you lips touched and put his hands on your hips as you straddled him.
As you kissed him, you moved your hips a little causing him to let out a moan against your lips. He ran his hands up and down your thighs before sitting you both up.
“Let’s see what’s under this, shall we?” he smirked pulling away and untying your robe.
“I have a feeling you’re really going to like it,” you smirked.
He let the sides of your robe fall and he pushed the robe off of your shoulders.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I see you got the red one.”
“I did,” you smirked. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to see more of it.” he smirked.
You giggled getting off his lap to stand up next to the bed. He was staring at you with both lust and admiration. You smirked and turned around to show him the back.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled. “Now, get back over here.”
You laughed as he pulled you back over him. He kissed your stomach and ran his hand over your bum. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with a kiss along your stomach. “And sexy,” he whispered with a kiss over the tops of your chest. “And fucking gorgeous,” he whispered against your neck. “And funny,” he smirked kissing along your shoulder. “And talented,” he whispered. “And nice. And the best person I know. And did I mention beautiful?”
You nodded. “You did.”
He nodded turning back around you face you. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before pulling you in for a kiss.
Later that night, Harry laid his head on your chest. You smiled playing with his hair.
“I love you,” you whispered.
He turned his head to look up at you. “I love you too, baby.”
“So, we should probably order some dinner,” you laughed. “I’m starving.”
He laughed. “Me too, but I don’t wanna move. Your boobs are the best pillows,” he smirked.
“Oh my god,” you laughed.
“What? It’s true,” he said.
You giggled. “Remember that time after we first started dating and you were at backstage at my show and you didn’t realize I was changing, so you walked into my dressing room and you stood there forever before you realized I was a bit naked and then you tried to leave the room super fast and ended up running into the wall,”
“Oh god, that was so painful,” he laughed. “I had a huge bruise on my forehead for weeks and the entire show, I kept thinking about you and I felt so bad because we obviously hadn’t taken that next step yet.”
“Yeah, you were so embarrassed,” you giggled. “It was cute though.”
He laughed. “I was just trying not to think about it so I didn’t pop a boner.”
“Aww,” you laughed.
He smiled. “You know this right here is what I think I missed the most about us being apart,” he said. “Just laying here and talking. Just being together.”
“We used to do this all the time,” you nodded. “We would just stay in and be together. I think that’s why we grew so close because we didn’t always go out for fancy dinners or a night out at the club. We were both fine with just having a quiet night in watching movies or something.”
“Among other things,” he smirked looking up at you.
“That’s true,” you laughed. “Can you hand me the phone? I’m gonna call in an order.”
He groaned dramatically before reaching over for the phone and handing it to you.
You dialed the number for room service and waited for the to pick up. While you waited to place the order, Harry smirked to himself and started kissing down your stomach.
You gave him a look and he looked back at you innocently.
“Oh, hi, I would like to place a dinner order to be delivered,” you said.
“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” they said on the other line.
Harry had now disappeared under the sheets and was kissing your thighs.
“Stop it,” you whispered pulling the phone away from you.
You felt him smirk against your thigh and you rolled your eyes.
“I need two cheeseburgers with everything and fries. I would like a bowl of the house salad with the dressing on the side,” you said.
Harry smirked while he moved your legs apart a bit and kisses his way your thigh.
You gasp and pull the phone away from you. “I’m on phone,” you gasp.
He shrugged and you groaned.
“Okay, so two cheeseburgers with everything, fries, a bowl of house salad with dressing on the side, and would you like more champagne?” They asked.
You were holding back a moan as you listened to them list off the order.
“Ah…yeah…that’s uh… fine,” you mumbled out.
“Great. Everything will be delivered in about twenty minutes,” they said.
“Sounds….Good,” you said before throwing the phone to the side.
Harry sneaked out from under the sheets and looked at you.
“What the hell was that?” You asked.
“Nothing… Nothing at all,” he smirked.
You playfully glared at him. “Well, you better finish where you left off with that nothing.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirked.
By the time, you two had finished a quick round of fooling around there was a knock on the door. You quickly rolled off of Harry, who got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his waist before walking over to get the door. He took the cart of food from the guy and gave him a tip before thanking him and closing the door.
“Food!” You laughed putting Harry’s shirt on.
“Did I say you could borrow that?” He asked bringing the food over to the bed.
“Didn’t have too. I’m pretty sure I bought it for you a few years ago and it looks better on me anyway,” you smirked.
“Damn, you didn’t have to mean about it,” he whined. “But yeah, it does look pretty good on you.”
You laughed and grabbed your plate of food and put some of the salad on the another plate.
“Want some water?” He asked.
You nodded and he grabbed two bottles and handed one to you.
“Thank you,” you smiled giving him a kiss.
After you both ate, you laid down on the bed and turned on a movie. Harry wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. You smiled as you cuddled into him and he kissed the top of your head. You two spent the rest of the night watching a movie before finally falling asleep.
Sometimes, I think a little heartbreak is good for people.
Before you stop reading, and curse me for thinking the ache you feel in your bones Is a good thing, hear me out.
A boy called Daniel broke my heart when I was 19, I think we all have a Daniel, you’re probably thinking of him (or her) right now.
Imagining their eyes, smile, the way they called your name, and the way only their arm’s made you feel safe.
If you weren’t already thinking of them, you probably are now - Sorry.
When he broke my heart I honestly didn’t know how to go on.
I’d spent so much of my time making sure I was perfect for him, I lost who I was.
I forgot that I love walking in the rain listening to 90’s jazz music.
I forgot that I loved scaring myself with murder mystery documentaries on a Friday night, and being so terrified that I fell asleep on my couch.
Forgot that I love ice push pops in the summer heat and cinnamon hot cocoa in the winter.
Being honest, I never liked that skin tight black dress that you always use to ask me to wear.
The French braid I had always wore was undone and left as waist length waves that you called pretty but I found annoying.
Every Sunday morning you’d make me black coffee in bed, but I hate my coffee black.
I like it with way too much milk and so much sugar that it doesn’t all dissolve, it sits at the bottom of the mug until at the very last sip, you mouth is completely filled with sugar – I forgot how happy that made me.
I don’t like that I changed myself so much to make you love me.
Mostly though, I don’t like the fact that until now I hadn’t even realised that I’d changed.
I didn’t realise that I’d replaced my Friday night murder documentaries with meeting up with you friends at the bar.
I didn’t see that I chose that awfully tight black dress simply to make you happy, and I forgot about my favourite sunshine yellow dress, that made its way to the back of my closet.
When you left, my heart broke into a million pieces, but whilst I was on the floor trying to put them back together again, I put my hair into a French braid to get it out of my face, and I remembered how much I use to love wearing it like that.
I made a cinnamon hot cocoa and fell asleep on the couch after scaring myself with a murder documentary.
I woke up and made myself a milky coffee with way too much sugar, and with the last sugary sip I smiled so wide that for a moment I forgot all about you.
I dug out my old yellow sundress from the back of my closet and took a walk in the rain whilst listening to my 90s jazz.
I passed the mirror in the hallway when I came home.
I was soaked through, my yellow sundress stuck to me and my braid dripped with water, making a puddle next to my feet, but I was grinning at my reflection.
The biggest smile I’d worn in a very long time.
In that moment I realised how much I had changed to make Daniel love me.
It’s not his fault, he never asked me to change for him.
I know now that I’m not the girl for him.
I hoped that if I morphed myself into something I knew he wanted, that I could slowly become it.
Making him fall in love with me was what I had wanted, but It slowly made me fall out of love with myself.
As I stood there in my hallway dripping wet, jazz music blaring and a bright yellow sundress clung to my body, I realised all I want from now on is to love myself.
So, Daniel, I am so sorry.
I’m sorry that you thought you’d found the one when I told you I liked my coffee black.
I’m sorry I put on that black dress every time you asked, because with every time I resented you more.
I never liked spending Friday nights watching you and your friends drink until I felt uncomfortable being around you all in nothing but a tight black dress.
None of that was who I am.
I hope that one day you find a girl who is everything I pretended to be.
I hope I find someone who makes me feel the way I wished you could of.
Until then though, I’ll dance in the rain wearing yellow sundresses listening to jazz and then I’ll drink cinnamon hot cocoas until I’m warmed through.
For making me pick up the pieces of my heart.
For reminding me who I am and what I love.
Thank You for breaking my heart.
Love from the girl who changed herself for you.
(A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to get this one up. but I really think it was worth it. I feel like this part is really good. it draws on my nostalgia - the ones I used to read that I enjoyed so much. so I really hope that you all enjoy it. warning for some light groping but that’s about it, it’s really not R rated at all. enjoy !! -Tanisha<3)
Requested: Anon sent prompt number 23 “All that ass in those jeans, damn.”, and didn’t say who, so I’m just gonna go with my bby Shawn :)
Description: You’ve known Shawn since the third grade and hadn’t talked to him much until you were a freshman in college when he started hanging with some of your friends. Shawn takes a liking to you and doesn’t stop his endless flirting self. IT GETS CUTE AND FLUFFY.
Rating: Cursing (barely)
Ok so its not that good and its short but I tried. I couldn’t really think of anything to write lol.
Tonight, as any other Friday night, was spent with your friends at a bar you were all too young to get in, but your fake I.D.’s allowing you to gain access. Tonight was kind of a big night for you, you’re friends were celebrating passing your psychology class with an A. The celebration wasn’t a cake, or flowers, it was getting shitfaced. I ordered myself another margarita when the boys all came in. Jackson, Nick, Ian, and the Shawn Mendes. He’d recently found your instagram and hit you up telling you hoe pretty you were and how he”d like to see you and some of his friends, which were also mine, again.The funny thing was Shawn never paid much attention to me until now. I took it as a ‘You got hot and I kind of remember you and you’re friends with mine so hi’ type of deal.
Everyone sat down around our table, and Shawn sat directly next to me putting his hand on my thigh. I didn’t really acknowledge it until it started moving up my thigh. I looked at him and he had a cocky grin on his face. “Two can play at that game, Mendes.” I didn’t waste my time, i just put my hand over the crotch of his black jeans. I felt a reaction almost instantly, making me chuckle. “Eager?” His smile was turned into a straight line and his cheeks like tomatoes.
The night progressed and i was completely out of it. Slurring my words, dancing on the sidewalk on the way back to my apartment, I was even flirting with Shawn, who insisted on walking me back home. I knew he wasn’t nearly as bad as I was, but he was buzzed. I skipped in front of him and heard him almost growl. “How do you fit all that ass in those jeans, damn.” I only giggled and kept on walking on up to my apartment complex. I unlocked the door and turned to Shawn about to say goodbye, but instead of words coming out Shawn shoved his lips against mine. I kissed back feeling a rush of emotions toward him, but of course this was me in an intoxicated state. I pulled away and stared into my eyes.
“Wanna come in?” I asked without thinking. He nodded and I pushed the door back open allowing him to come in. “I think I’m gonna shower, make yourself at home.” I said and he plopped on the couch. I walked into the bathroom and stripped out of the nights outfit and turned on the water waiting for it to turn warm enough for me. I stepped in washing my hair and and my body. I took a step back and slipped and fell, yelping with pain.
“Oh my god, y/n, are you okay?” Shawn barged in probably because he heard me crash. I only moaned, quietly sobbing. He grabbed a towel from the cupboard and opened the shower door and turned the water off. He wrapped thee towel around my body and lifted me with his strong arms and placed me on the sink. He kissed my forehead and looked at my tear stained cheeks. “Baby don’t cry.” He pleaded. I just dropped my head into his chest and wrapped my arms around his torso. He looked in the mirror seeing my back with a big scrape from the tiles in the shower. Shawn rubbed over it making me wince in pain. He sighed and carried me to my bedroom helping me slip a t-shirt on. He didn’t try finding underwear, he just put me in my bed. “Goodnight beautiful.” He walked toward the door, but I didn’t want him to leave.
“Stay.” I whispered.
“What’d you say?” He asked not sure if he really understood what I had said.
“Stay, please.” Shawn climbed into her bed and hugged me tightly, her alcohol coated breath steadied as he drifted into a beautiful nights sleep.
twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her
safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink
her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo
trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start
writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant
connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the
stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them
from being together?
Trigger warning: finding out what happened to Lucas’ father.
I’m sorry about the long wait. I’ve been busy with school and haven’t had much time. Good news is I already started the next chapter, and I’ll try to finish it as soon as I can.
Two days have passed since I’ve been at the Friars. The day
that I got in, nothing much happened. We sat and ate dinner chatted a bit
before Hayley stole me away. She wanted to make sure we had time to talk and
hang out. She showed me her favorite spot; it’s on a top of hill underneath a
big oak. We had a clear view of their house, and I was able to see their horses
galloping in their gated area.
We sat there for hours and just talked. I was in awe at how
willingly she talked freely to me. I grew up having a younger brother, but at
that moment I knew what it was like to have a younger sister. Auggie never came
to me for girl advice or relationship advice; he always went to our Uncle Josh,
which I understood.
I listened to her talk more about Brandon, and I know
completely how smitten she is with him. She showed me a picture of him; he has
shaggy light brown hair with warm welcoming hazel eyes. The picture that she
showed me was of the two of them together, smiles plastered on both their
faces. I saw why Lucas was so scared of this young boy; Hayley’s eyes sparkled
at the mere thought of Brandon.
prompt: “Pippa x reader where the reader is outed to their religious parents ??? Thx babe love you”
warnings: mentions of the Catholic Church as well as same-sex attraction (is that even a warning?), swearing
word count: 2,447
a/n: this was one of my favorites to write. if you are here to criticize the Catholic Church or homosexuality, please don’t bother commenting, as it will not be tolerated and will promptly be removed. while the Catholic Church does see same-sex attraction as a sin, the Catechism specifically says that everyone should still be treated with the same (if not more) respect and love and acceptance. that being said, love is love. God does not make mistakes. you are worth the world.
“Tickets?” A woman at the door asked. You had promised your friend, Megan, you would see her in the school play. She had tried to dismiss this, arguing that she was only in the ensemble, but you pushed her to recognize how important every role in theater was. It was a classic - Beauty and the Beast - and with the movie coming out in just days, you were through the roof.
You handed the lady your ticket, gratefully accepting the playbill before making your way to your seat.
Mindlessly, you flipped through the book, finding the cast biographies by the time you sat down. You found Megan’s, grinning at the paragraph.
Megan Found is a junior at West Brooks high school and is overjoyed to have a role in her first musical with Brooks Drama! She’d like to thank her parents for always being so accepting of her decisions, her little sister for bringing a smile to her day, and the cast and crew of Beauty and the Beast for making her first show so amazing.
You thumbed through the other pages, looking to see who else was in the show. You recognized a few names, but those weren’t what stood out to you. It wasn’t even a picture - it was a name. Phillipa Soo. You hadn’t seen her around school (then again, your school had upwards of 2,000 students), but she instantly captivated you. Quickly, you skimmed her biography.
Pippa is thrilled to be a part of another Brooks Drama! She has been in seven other shows including Funny Girl as Georgia James, Throughly Modern Millie as Millie Dillmount, Into the Woods as Baker’s Wife, Grease as Rizzo, Almost Maine, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, and Little Rocky Horror Show. Pippa is a senior at West Brooks and is so grateful for the opportunity to play Belle in her final Brooks Drama. She would like to thank her parents for their relentless support, her acting coach, Ms. Lauria, for always pushing her to succeed, and to the cast and crew of Beauty and the Beast. Break a leg!
The lights flickered, signaling the start of the show. You pushed the playbill closed, eyes flashing towards the stage. The music started and your breath caught in your throat before she even started singing. Did you somehow forget to look at her photo in the book? She was stunning. As if that wasn’t enough, she was absolutely captivating. Maybe it was the way she smiled through her songs, or how she managed to make the stage look so intimate; she had struck you.
At intermission, you were so overwhelmed, it took five minutes before you could even think about standing to stretch or get a cup of coffee.
“Y/N,” you heard someone call; Megan’s parents They gave you a hug, ushering you out of the theater. “We are so grateful Megan has such a sweet friend like you who would come to this show!” Her mom gushed, squeezing your side in a hug. You let out a light laugh.
“Megan is a great friend, of course I’m here.” You grinned.
“Well, we’re going to buy her some flowers - my silly daughter left them at the restaurant we went to before the show,” She said, walking towards a table in the lobby. Set up on a white tablecloth was a bucket of water with bouquets of flowers in it. A sign sat beside it labeled: Flowers $5 a Bouquet! Send to a friend or give in person!
Her mom had already gotten the flowers by the time a line started to form. Mindlessly, you got in it, fumbling around your purse for five dollars.
This wasn’t creepy, right? you thought as you picked out a pretty set of Gerber daises and addressed them to Phillipa. You paid before you could talk yourself out of it, pushing the card towards the woman working the table.
Phillipa, You are amazing.
You didn’t sign the card. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. Probably good - what were you even thinking? She probably has a boyfriend anyways. You found your way back to your seat, rereading her biography before the lights flickered, indicating the restart of the show.
During final bows, you could’ve sworn she made eye contact with you; that her smile grew just a little. Regardless, at the end of the show, you waited in the lobby to give Megan a hug. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.
“Y/N!” You heard Megan say. Turning, you watched her weasel her way through the forming crowd. “You came!” She grinned, reaching out to hug you.
You laughed, returning the hug, “Of course I did. You were phenomenal.”
She rolled her eyes, “Maybe not. But how good was Pippa? She played Belle? She - Pip! C’mere!” And suddenly, Meg was dragging you across the ground towards the star of the show. You took in a sharp breath when you reached her.
Pippa had taken her stage makeup off, leaving her smile pink and new. Her eyes were the kind that warmed you from the inside out - almost too bright to look at. Her hair was up in a ponytail, trailing down her back.
“Hi,” you managed, blushing instantly.
She let out a small giggle before Megan introduced you. “Pip, this is my friend Y/N.”
Phillipa gave you a light smile, reaching out her hand, “I’m Pippa. Are you a junior?”
You nodded, shaking her hand gently. Holy shit, her hands were soft.
“You like the show?”
You nodded again.
“You this quiet?”
You shook your head, laughing a little. “Just a bit starstruck I guess.”
Pippa gave you a smile so happy it felt contagious. “You’re so sweet. You should come to Denny’s with us.”
Megan jumped back in, “Y/N, you have to! The whole cast goes but we can get a separate booth and just hang out and catch up?”
You bit your lip, “I don’t want to keep you,” you tried, but they were quick to stop you.
“No, no!” Pippa said, placing a hand on your arm and sending shocks through your body. “It’ll be fun. Please?” Sighing, you nodded, agreeing to join them. Pippa smile made it worth it.
The two of you ate pancakes that night and talked for hours. It was as if everything she said pulled you in closer. She was incredible. Megan left after an hour, telling you that she had to finish her homework, but to be honest, you didn’t mind. You were completely content to spend some time alone with Pippa.
At the end of the night, she gave you a tight hug. promising to see you again.
“You know what? Give me your phone,” she said, holding her hand out. Quickly, you handed it to her, “I’ll add my number,” she added, making your heart swell.
After that, the two of you texted nonstop. She took you out to lunch on Fridays when the pair of you had off together. Saturdays you went somewhere fun; either the trampoline park or a movie or even a picnic. Sundays you went to church with your family, telling them what a good friend Pippa was, your chest aching more each time you did so.
Today was Thursday and Pippa’s track practice had gotten canceled. She was walking alongside you, arms linked as she walked you to your car. When you got there, you weren’t ready to say goodbye. You hadn’t let go of her hand after a minute and she cocked her head to the side. “What?” She grinned.
You shrugged, pulling her into a hug. “Wanna go for a drive?”
“Can we get ice cream?”
“Duh.” You teased, making her grin before skirting around your car to climb in the passenger seat.
You drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh, a place it had found much more often than not recently. She fumbled with the AUX cord, putting on some new music she wanted you to hear.
You had barely made it on the highway when the sun hit Pippa in pure golden. You took a deep breath, suddenly overwhelmed by her. She was everything.
Sitting in the Dairy Queen parking lot in the trunk, she stole some of your blizzard, licking the spoon with a smile. You went to brush a piece of hair from your eyes, but she beat you to it. Her hand rested on your chin for a second too long, completely changing the atmosphere. Her legs were in your lap from before, so in a split second decision, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to yours.
Instantly your hands found her thighs, pulling her closer to you by her legs. She smiled against your lips, the past few months of longing finally coming undone.
Friday night, your little sister had dragged your family to a pasta dinner at her school cafeteria. You were close to getting out of it, but then Pippa told you that she would be there volunteering. You were the first one in the car.
Dinner was going smoothly, but I supposed that’s how it always is. You were eating dinner, laughing alongside Pippa. Your ankles were tangled together, hoping your parents wouldn’t notice.
There were several people from your school at the dinner, many from your grade. Pippa, rather than volunteering, however, spent the majority of her time next to you. A guy with brown hair came over and nudged her away from you.
“You’re supposed to be helping, not playing footsie with your girlfriend,” he spat, making your chest tighten.
“Josh, just give me a minute -“ Pippa tried to reason, seeing the way your brow had creased.
“No, now.” He said again, this time sharper, pulling her arm hard.
“Ow! Josh, let go!” She said quickly, pushing him away. He tried harder, rolling his eyes at you.
“You don’t have to be such an ass,” you said, standing up to face him.
“At least I’m not a fa -“ You slapped him clean across the face, turning on your heel and walking towards the door, your parents trailing close behind.
You barely caught you father’s bitter tone as he spat at the boy, “Never talk to my daughter like that again, do I make myself clear?”
You had hot tears streaming down your cheeks. What would they think? Oh gosh, were they going to kick you out?
Katie was complaining about having to leave the dinner early, but your mom instantly hushed her. Pippa was outside the cafeteria, but you refused to look at her, even when the car pulled out of the lot.
The ride was tense, thick with unspoken words.
“Katie, go play upstairs for a little,” your mother said, ushering her up the steps.
You stood anxiously against the granite counter, unsure of what to expect. Your mother returned with soft eyes, and a smile on her face. Even you dad looked… okay. He didn’t seem angry or disappointed just, calm.
Your mom took a seat at the table, waiting for you to open up. You fiddled with the ring Pippa had given you before rasping out, “I’m gay.”
Your father grinned, coming around behind you to squeeze your shoulders. “Thank you for telling us,” he said. “That had to be very difficult for you. We are so proud of you.”
Your head snapped around. His eyes were red and glossy with tears. “What?” You breathed out.
Your mom laughed, “We love you,” she said. “We are always going to love you, no matter what.”
Was this a joke? Were they going to yell at you now?
“Isn’t this the part that you tell me I’m a disgrace to the world and I don’t deserve God or something?” You stuttered out.
Your dad’s hands fled from your shoulders, “Squirt, is that what you really think the Catholic church thinks?” He asked, brows furrowed.
Feebly, you nodded.
“Oh, love,” your mother gushed, rushing towards you to hold you hand. “That is not what the Church is about. In any way. The Church is entirely about love and acceptance. I don’t know why society has created this flawed version of the RCC, but that is not who we are.”
The tears began to flow again, “Really?”
Your dad nodded, “Obviously this is an adjustment as we still have our beliefs in marriage, but that does not mean we accept you - or Pippa for that matter - any less. Don’t think for an instant that we love you any less now that you experience same-sex attraction.”
Your mom continued, “Everyone is a child of God before they are anything else.”
You nodded slowly before the burning question in your stomach bubbled out. “But, does this mean I can’t be a Catholic any more?”
You mother shook her head quickly, “Of course not. The Catechism itself says that all people - especially those who experience same-sex attraction - should be ‘accepted with respect, compassion, and sensitivity… every sign of unjust discrimination in their regard should be avoided.’”
Her eyes were soft as she pulled you into a hug. They didn’t hate you. They didn’t love you any less. God didn’t love you any less.
“Go talk to Pip,” your dad smiled, nudging you towards the door. Grabbing the keys, you began speed walking to the car, practically speeding back to the cafeteria. When you got there Pippa was pacing in front of a picnic bench.
“Pippa!” You nearly shouted, rushing towards her. Instantly, her head snapped towards your voice, meeting you half way in the parking lot.
“Y/N,” she sighed, “I am so sorry -“
You shook your head, trying to get her eyes to meet yours.
“I get it if this,” she said, gesturing between the two of you, “Isn’t what you want…”
“Pip,” you said, finally getting her to look at you.
“Why are you smiling?” She asked, suddenly confused.
You giggled, pulling her into a hug, “Of course this is what I want.”
Phillipa’s body relaxed as you said that, holding you tighter than before.
“Really?” She said softly.
You nodded, giving her a squeeze before pulling back slightly, “You’re what I want.”
To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.
Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Nursing Supervisor Anne, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show. Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL. For the purposes of this story, Jared and Misha are both divorced. No hate please! I’m sure Gen and Vicki are lovely!
My plane left early the next morning, because I started my 3 twelve hour shifts on Sunday. I had hardly slept as I spent the night weighing the pros and cons of taking the job. Nikki knew the decision was being made on Friday, and she had called and texted so many times I had lost count. I just didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now, so I hadn’t responded.
When my text alert went off while I was on the plane I expected to see Nikki’s number again. I was surprised to see a number I didn’t recognize.
Please take the job Y/N.
Who is this? How did you get my number?
It’s Jared. I got your number from Simon.
Seriously, Jared? Why are you even up so early? What time is it there?
The kids are visiting me. Yeah, it’s really early.
How old are they?
3,5 and 7
Wow, your lucky they let you sleep at all
They live with their Mom in Texas, but I see them whenever I can.
How long have you been divorced?
Crap, I have to go. Seriously, Y/N. Take the job. You’ll make an amazing Gemini.
You’ll be the first to know Soulmate, I promise! ;)
You stood outside of the coffee shop, in
shock. There he was, just sitting
there. He had been avoiding you for
days, not returning your calls, not answering when you posted on his page. But here he was, just sipping a cup of coffee. You know what…you deserved better than that.
It has been a long, hard year. First, you and your boyfriend had broken
up. You boyfriend of three years. He had been cheating on you, for two and a
half years. Second, you lost your
job. The company was downsizing, and
being a new employee, you got the axe pretty early. But the cherry on top? You had severe anxiety. Because of it, you had panic attacks during
interviews and were having problems meeting new people. Being in a crowd made you anxious, feel like
the world was closing in around you.
I was feeling inspired this morning…
🌱TAG SOMEONE WHO MIGHT LIKE THIS🌱
I call this one “college graduate”
i told jimmy to come get me a quarter past eleven
we went to the summit layed back and tried to see heaven
called a cab to come it was half an hour later
spent the rest of the summer greater playing sports with chris and kevin
These days i wish i was still seventeen
friday nights at twist finding new habits and chemistry
four years and i got less clarity
seeing a clear-minded blue is a once in a lifetime rarity
please don’t forget me when i’ve lost myself to california
please don’t forget me when you hear this streamin up on pandora
you got an aura that i’ve been tryna find for ages
the intensity of how i’m feeling comes and goes in different stages
like who i was is irretrievable
and the ways that i have changed to me are really inconceivable
with all that lies ahead i hope for guidance and a miracle
and try to focus on the things that make me feel so unbelievable
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And one day I will be able to remember you and not feel any pain. I will look back on that time of my life and my heart won’t race and my eyes won’t water. I will not remember that night when everything we had built came crashing down around us. Instead I will remember our first date. I will remember getting lost in the city and kissing you in the rain. I will remember our Friday date nights and all those Saturdays we spent in bed. I will remember long summer days that we spent by the lake and cold winter mornings that we spent by the fire. I will remember how we laughed like children and made promises like the grown ups we thought we were. I will remember all the good. I will remember that at one point you were my entire world. I will remember you and I’ll be able to smile at all that you gave me.