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capableofcrying · 2 months
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Hiii i saw that you were asking for request so i have one, and this one’s kinda basic but i wanted you to write it because i literally love your writing. but anyways 2 ex’s one being chris sturniolo and one being reader, and their at a party and get high and end up fucking in the bathroom
help i’m high right now so literally ignore the horrendous writing skills
gone, c. sturniolo
chris x fem!reader
summary: in an attempt to get absolutely gone and forget about everything, you find yourself getting high with the one person you shouldn’t, your ex.
disclaimers!: smut, drug use (marijuana), use of y/n
a/n: GUYS WHY IS THIS LOWK LONG FOR ME?? like i only write short shit, also lmk how my smut writing is 🙏
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you really shouldn’t do drugs. all those commercials and adults that tell you not to do drugs are right—for the most part. but when it’s the only thing you find yourself turning to after any minor inconvenience, it can be pretty intimidating.
i used to smoke lots of weed with my ex boyfriend, chris, but for the past few months since we’ve been broken up, i’ve been doing it alone.
and who knows who he’s been doing it with. (literally)
“y/n?” a very familiar voices calls in my direction. and i knew exactly who it belonged to. i turn around to meet what used to be my favorite pair of blue eyes.
chris blows out smoke, and smiles at the sight of me. he slowly circles around me, eyeing every inch of my body. “do my eyes deceive me? or do you always look this good?” he teases.
i’ve always had a feeling chris never actually wanted to break up, but he’s shown me that he’s taking it pretty well… i think.
“who am i kidding? you always look good.”
he flashes a sweet smile, and holds a hand out to me. i return the smile, and sigh. after a little hesitation, i grab his hand.
i let him lead me all the way upstairs, and into a bedroom. i only did this because i knew that no matter how high or wasted i got tonight, it wouldnt (most likely) end with me and chris sleeping together.
chris shuts the door behind us, and i take a seat on the edge of the bed. he sits next to me, and begins reaching into his pockets. he pulls out a cheap ziplock bag that had a few gummies. i scoff, and it turns into a laugh.
“chris—you can’t be serious.”
he opens the bag, and inhales a large breath. “oh, i am.” he takes an edible without a second thought, and holds out the bag in front of me. i look at the bag, then at him.
“fuck it.” i smile, taking one. chris tucks the ziplock bag back into his pocket, and lays down, staring up at me.
“we’re not having sex, chris.” i spat out. he sighs, and forms a large grin. “thats okay. we still have about 30 minutes before it kicks in, there’s time.” i look at him in disbelief, and lay down beside him.
i sit in silence, staring at the ceiling.
i’ve had dreams like this before. chris and i stuck in a situation after we’d broken up, and we end up sleeping together. a lot of dreams…
but i know that if it ever happened in real life, it would ruin our friendship that we currently have. chris and i get each other in ways no one else ever will, and he really is my person. it’s just complicated.
i slowly move my hand closer to his, and gently tap the tip of my index finger to his palm. i see chris smile out of the corner of my eye.
“told you.”
chris quickly tightens his grip on my hand, and swings me on top of him. i straddle his lap, as he looks up at me with so much love and lust. it’s suffocating being in the same room as him, let alone being this close again.
i lean down, and plant a long kiss to his lips. chris keeps his hands above my ass, slowly lowering them as much as he can. i pull away, and hold my face in my hands.
chris uses a hand to get a grip on the collar of my shirt. he pulls me closer to his face, and kisses me again. speaking through kisses, he whispers,
“show me how much you’ve missed me, baby.”
i smash my lips onto his, moving my hips with each kiss. chris places both hands on my ass, guiding my hips to grind against him.
i let out a slight moan against his lips, and he pushes my hips to a stop. he gestures me off of him, and flips me onto my back.
he places his fingers on the hem of my shirt, and looks up at me before moving. “can i?” chris asks. i nod eagerly, and he practically rips the shirt off of me.
“bra.” he speaks to me. i lift my back up off of the bed so he can unclip it. chris tosses the lacey fabric onto the floor, and trails his hands down to the waistband of my skirt.
“we wouldn’t want to mess this pretty skirt up, right?”
i nod, tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth. chris slides the skirt down my legs, and i twitch at the feeling of his fingers on my skin. “chris, please….”
he circles my clit through my panties, and plants a kiss on my inner thigh. “patience, ma.” he whispers before kissing down my leg.
leaving a trail of hickeys on my inner thigh, chris stands up straight in front of me, and pulls his t-shirt over his head.
not moving his eyes from mine, chris unbuckled his belt, and slides his jeans down to his knees. he lowers his boxers, revealing his size.
i sit up, and get on all fours, crawling to the edge of the bed. facing chris and his cock, i slowly take him in my hands, wrapping each finger around his shaft.
maintaining the eye contact with him, i let spit fall all the way from my lips, and onto his head. chris bites back a moan as my spit trickles down his length.
“fuck.”
i lick up every drop of my saliva, and chris throws his head back in satisfaction. i slowly begin bobbing my head up and down on him, massaging the part of him that couldn’t fit in my mouth.
he gently grabs my hair, holding it in a ponytail position at the top of my head.
the more i suck, the more chris starts to lose control.
i can feel him starting to thrust into my mouth, and his grip on my hair tighten. he pushes into my throat with each movement i make, and pushes my head onto him harder.
i lightly scratch his stomach with my free hand, hoping he’d be more gentle to my sorry little mouth.
chris continues grinding against my mouth, and bruising my throat. “p-please, y/n. im so close.” he stutters his words out.
i twist my mouth on him, as he lets out the most pornographic moan possible. i can feel white stripes painting the inside of my throat, and i had no choice but to swallow it all.
when he’s finally done, i take his cock out of my mouth with a pop sound. chris’s legs tremble, and he holds onto my shoulders, trying to gain stability.
i wipe a cum/spit substance off of the sides of my mouth, as he leans down to kiss it. “was i too rough?”
i kiss him again, “never.”
he places his hands on my hips, and grins. “good.”
chris quickly flips me over onto my back, and spreads my legs. my skin forms goosebumps at the feeling of his long, cold fingers. he keeps one hand on my thigh, and uses the other to align himself at my entrance.
he stops abruptly. “baby, i don’t have a condom.” i purse my lips together, and smile. “it’s okay, im on the pill.”
chris still doesn’t move. “are you sure?” he questions. i bite the inside of my cheek. christopher was always kind and careful when it came to sex. thats what i always loved about him.
“positive.” i reassure.
without a second, he slams into me, causing me to cry out his name. “oh—chris-” i stutter through moans.
he continues to thrust into me, hitting my g-spot with each motion. i claw at his back, and feel him wince each time i do it. “you okay, mama?” he pants.
i nod. the truth is, i had never felt better. this was the best sex i’d had in a while. but of course it was with chris.
it may be the weed kicking in, but chris made me see stars, and always had me feeling warm inside. (literally)
he tosses his head back, gripping my ass. he slows his thrusts to a stop, and then forcefully pushes back into me. i let out a loud moan, and he chuckles.
“come on, baby. you’re so close, doing so good.”
he moves his cold fingers to my clit, and rubs it slowly. we both let out another loud moan as chris stops, and i try to catch my breath.
chris pulls up his boxers, and lays down beside me. he places one arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his bare chest. i flinch, and pull away. “what?”
i playfully smack his hand away. “you’re cold.”
he rolls his eyes, and moves fast to move me closer to him. he cradles my head, and i bury my head under his chin.
we sit in almost complete silence, both of us still attempting to catch our breath. i look up at him, only to find that he was already staring at me.
“was this a mistake?” i question. i practically see chris’s heart shatter behind his eyes, as his grip on me loosens.
“no, i’m not saying it was. im just asking… is it? i mean going to parties with each other, hanging out, and sleeping together are definitely things ex’s should not be doing if they are trying to get over one another.”
chris smiles, and pulls me closer. “thats just the weed talking. and plus who says ex’s can’t fuck from time to time?” he shrugs.
“chris.”
he flicks his tongue against his cheek. “do you think it was a mistake, y/n?” i go quiet. i’m honestly not sure. this happening could either be really good for us, or really bad for us.
i flash a smile of reassurance. “no.” chris leans down to kiss me again, and tilts my chin up to fully reach his face. “y/n?” he whispers through a kiss, with a grin. “what?”
“im fucking gone.”
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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months
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I don't know about the other requests and your ideias about the "love of my life" storyline, but I can't stop think about marrying young tony and spend the rest of my life with him 🥺 I would like to ask you to add a proposal and wedding (honeymoon sex included 🤤) in your plans (in case you haven't thought about it yet) with bruce and natasha as their best man and maid of honor and very proud parents 🥺
''Hell yeah, I do!''
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Pairing | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Female!Reader
Word count | 6.3K
Summary | Life has been good to all of you the last few years, but Tony is preparing to take the next step in your relationship. He decides to propose on a beautiful vacation, and the wedding is an absolute dream, too. It's a perfect beginning to the rest of your lives together.
Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), shower sex, slight breeding kink, slow, lazy lovemaking, oral (F&M receiving), face riding, fingering, dirty talk, aftercare).
A/n | Thank you so much for this sweet request, Nonnie! This ended up to be way longer than I anticipated, but I enjoyed every second of this, and I hope you will too! 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚
Divider is made by @firefly-graphics | GIF-credit goes to @ccbsrmsf1
Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist
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A few years have passed, and you both have successfully gotten your Bachelor's degree in Dramatic Acting, though you have decided to go onto another path after graduation.
Tony has found his luck in acting and has been in a few small movies and commercials, but you've decided to become a real estate agent to care for your two little miracle kids.
''Hudson! Orion! Are you ready for dinner?'' you yell from the bottom of the stairs, and it doesn't take long to hear their footsteps upstairs and on the way down.
''Coming, Mommy!'' Orion says, and you wait at the bottom of the stairs to ensure nothing goes wrong, even though they're old enough to take the stairs by themselves.
''What will we be having for dinner tonight?'' Hudson asks, and he looks up at you expectingly for your answer.
''I've made your favorite today if that's okay with you,'' you say as you bend down to kiss him on his head. The two of them happily get ready for dinner when you receive a text from Tony.
< My Love 🩵 > Can we have our FaceTime call a little earlier tonight? I'm having dinner at 7:30 p.m. I'm sorry!
&lt; Sunshine 💛 > No problem, the kids and I are just sitting down for dinner; we'll call you at 7 p.m.!
Tony was happy with your answer, albeit quite nervous. After all, he's having dinner with your Mom tonight because he must ask her something important.
Hudson and Orion sit in their own chairs, and you bring their dinner to them. Tonight is mac and cheese night with dino nuggets and a sweet treat for dessert.
You've also made some extra for yourself since you're used to eating dinner at the same time as them instead of later like you usually did before having them.
They both babble away happily about their day and what they were playing until Orion suddenly lets out a soft sniffle, and your attention is immediately on her.
''What's going on, Babygirl?'' you say as you walk over to her seat and get her out, hopping her softly up and down to calm her down.
''I miss Daddy,'' she says between more sniffles, and your heart breaks for her because you miss him too. He will be back in a few days, but it's always a little more difficult for all of you whenever he is away for extended periods.
''We're going to call Daddy a little earlier today. How does that sound? And after that, we can read a book together before bed,'' you say, but she doesn't want to eat anymore.
Her head falls against your shoulder, and her thumb is in her mouth to soothe herself, so you sit down with her in your lap while you eat your dinner, and it doesn't take long for her to fall asleep.
''Mommy? We talk to Daddy?'' Hudson asks, and you nod.
''Yes, Baby. We'll still talk to Daddy,'' you say reassuringly, but Hudson is also getting tired, so by the time it's 6:30 p.m., you have both of them in your lap, half awake for the FaceTime call.
You call him, and Tony is still getting ready for your call at 7 p.m., so his hair is still messy, and he can't find his glasses anywhere, but he picks up regardless.
''Hi Daddy!'' the twins say with small waves, and after a few short answers, they've both wholly fallen asleep in your arms.
''I'll call you right back, okay? I need to put these two to bed real quick,'' you say, and 20 minutes later, you're back, a cup of tea in hand. Tony is looking more decent, too, now that his hair is done and he's wearing his glasses.
''Can't believe you'll be back in 3 more days,'' you sigh with a smile, cradling the cup of tea in your hands as you look at the man you love.
''I know, I miss all three of you, but I know they've been the best babies for my best girl,'' he says, and you try to hide your flushed face behind your mug, but it's not working.
''There's no hiding from me, Sunshine! I'll always find you again, no matter what happens or where we are; I will find you,'' he says, and you get slight tears in your eyes from his words.
''I know, My Love. I love you,'' you say before wiping away tears, and the rest of the time is spent talking about the movie he's working on until he has to go and meet your Mom, though you don't know that.
''I'll talk to you later, Sunshine, and I'm gonna miss all three of you immensely until I'm back!'' he says before you say your last goodbyes, and you get situated on the couch to enjoy your evening with a good book.
Hudson and Orion are usually excellent sleepers, even without Tony being home, so you take full advantage of these hours alone, finally getting through your pile of books you still need to read.
~ Meanwhile, on the other side of the country ~
''Tony, hi!'' your Mom says as she opens the door for him, and he greets her with a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers because he has something important to discuss.
''Hi, Virginia, how are you today?'' he asks, stepping inside and taking off his shoes before walking into her small apartment. Since the divorce, she's been living much smaller, but she didn't want the house and opted to live in a small apartment in California instead.
''I'm doing good, even better now that you're here though. Dinner's almost ready, so please have a seat on the couch while I finish,'' she says, and the smell of cauliflower casserole is spreading, and Tony is getting increasingly hungry.
''How's filming going? You're working on a movie not far from here, right?'' Virginia asks, and Tony tells her about the movie; even though he has a relatively minor role, this could be his chance for something bigger.
''Even though I'm more than happy to be filming something like this, I still miss Y/N, Orion, and Hudson. I call them every night, but it's not the same, so I'll be happy to see them again,'' Tony says, and Virginia walks back into the living room with two plates, handing one to Tony.
She doesn't have a dining room, so eating on the couch is the only option, but Tony doesn't mind; he quite likes how cozy it is.
''Virginia, as you may have suspected, I came here for a reason, which is why I came by alone instead of with all four of us,'' he starts as he plays with his food, unsure how to continue as his heart starts beating against his ribcage.
''I did suspect something, yes. And before you ask whatever you want, please know that you can tell and ask me anything, okay?'' she says, and Tony nods before putting his plate down and grabbing something out of his backpack.
''I- uhm, I'm here to... well- I would like to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter,'' he stumbles, a deep red color spreading over his cheeks and throat. He opens a small box and shows her the ring he plans to propose to you if he has your Mom's blessing.
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The day of Tony's proposal has arrived, and he's planned an entire week of vacation just for this moment. You're on a trip to Florida with the whole family, including Howard, Maria, and Virginia, to complete the entire family.
You're all having a beach day today and you are under the impression that you will all be having dinner together later, but nothing could be further from the truth.
All three grandparents are taking the kids for dinner in the hotel - a buffet with many different kinds of food - while you and Tony are going to a fancier restaurant with an ocean view for your proposal.
But that's all still far in the future because you're trying to find Orion's shoes, which seems impossible.
''Love? Have you seen Orion's slippers anywhere? I swear she just had them, and now they're gone!'' you say as you sit on your knees, looking under the bed.
''No, but I'm gonna ask my Mom if she's seen them, Sunshine,'' he says, and with that, he makes his way to his parents' hotel room, where he has 'hidden' her shoes as a cover.
''Is everything still on track for tonight?'' he asks his parents, and they let him know everything is ready for tonight, and you two will have the entire evening and night to yourselves because the kids will sleep in Viriginia's room tonight.
''Thank you so much, you're both real lifesavers,'' he sighs.
''No, Tony, we're just doing this because you deserve nothing but the best, and Y/N deserves to be treated like an absolute queen, especially after everything the last few years,'' Howard says, and Tony nods in agreement.
When he returns to your shared hotel room, he hears Orion crying, and you're soothing her.
''What happened here, Lovebug?'' Tony asks Orion as he runs into the room; she immediately makes grabby hands at her Dad, who gladly takes her into his arms.
''She stumbled over the small ledge from the bathroom to her, and she hit her knees pretty badly on the floor,'' you say. Tony hugs and soothes her tightly, allowing you to get Hudson ready for the beach.
When Orion has calmed down, and everyone is ready, you all make your way to the beach, ready for a day of playing and fun, but most of all, a day full of relaxation. For you, not Tony. The closer dinner gets, the more on edge he gets.
The afternoon flew by, and Hudson and Orion built many sandcastles and swam countless times in the ocean; you've read your book, and when all the others were in the water, you and Tony had a bit of alone time which was well spent with a small make-out session until your kids came running back.
''Alright, let's get ready to go back to the hotel for dinner!'' you say, and you start packing everything up with the help of your Mom while Tony and his parents get the kids ready.
''How are you enjoying your vacation so far, Buttercup?'' Virginia asks, and you let out a small sigh.
''I love it, but I also miss when it was just me and Tony, you know? It's not a nice thing to say because I love all of you dearly, but I need just some Tony time,'' you say with a small smile, and she nods.
''There's nothing wrong with wanting some alone time. I never had any, and you see where that got me, although I'm delighted I'm here with all of you because if I hadn't divorced your Dad, I wouldn't be here with all of you,'' she says, trying not to cry.
''Oh, Mom, c'mere,'' you say as you pull her in for a big hug, unable to keep your tears back this time.
''Don't cry, Mommy!'' your twins say in unison as they run over to you and your Mom. They wrap their arms around both of you simultaneously, and you can't help but laugh.
After that, everyone returns to the hotel, but Howard and Maria take the twins to their room so you two can get ready together.
''I asked them to take Orion and Hudson for now because I was hoping we could get ready together, maybe have an extra steamy shower together?'' Tony whispers in your ear as you close the door behind you, and you feel his arms wrap around your waist.
''Sounds perfect,'' you say, and before you know it, you are both naked and standing in the shower, kissing each other with nothing but pure lust and hands wandering everywhere.
''Tony, please, fuck me,'' you beg as his fingers make you fall apart, your arms wrapped around his neck, his lips giving sloppy kisses on your jaw and throat as he pulls one more orgasm for you.
''One more, Sunshine. After this, I'll fuck you so good you'll have trouble walking for the rest of the day,'' he says, and with those words, you're being pulled over the edge into your second orgasm of this shower.
With many loud moans and muffled screams, you let go, and Tony holds you up as he works through your orgasm; he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushes you against the wall.
''You wanted to get fucked so badly by me; you better be prepared to be split open on my cock. Begging like the fucking cumslut you are for me,'' he groans as he thrusts into you smoothly, making you moan loudly.
You can't bring out a single word as he keeps thrusting into you relentlessly; all you can get out is whimpers and moans as he once more reduces you to a fuckdumb hole for him to use, just the way you like it.
''Hmm, going to fuck another baby into you; you want that? Want me to knock you up again?'' he says, and you nod, letting Tony use you for his pleasure.
After a few more well-angled thrusts, you cum again, and Tony doesn't wait any longer either as he shoots his white ropes of cum deep inside you and captures your lips in a few soft kisses.
''Did so perfect for me, Sunshine. Always such a good girl for me,'' he whispers among other sweet nothings while you come down from your high, and once you're back, he carefully washes you as he keeps showering you with love and praise.
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''Are you almost ready to get the rest for dinner?'' you ask Tony as you put on your white floral maxi dress you got for this vacation. He's wearing light shorts and a dark shirt, which suits him well.
''Well, tonight will be just about me and you. I have arranged a dinner for the both of us because I thought we could use a night alone too, and it's a little thank you for taking care of our miracles the way you have the last few years,'' he says as you get up.
You're wearing a pair of white wedges that make you almost as tall as Tony, though he's still a few inches taller.
''A-are you- I mean- what? But I thought-'' and Tony cuts off your train of thought by capturing your lips in a soft kiss, catching you off-guard.
When he pulls away, he places his hands on your cheeks, and yours finds their place on his waist.
''Sunshine, these last few years have been nothing short of perfect, but it's also been hectic, and we've barely had any time alone since the twins were born. I love them to death, but tonight is just about you and me, okay? Our parents have them under control, and we can enjoy this evening without worrying for even a second,'' he says, and a tear escapes your eye, rolling slowly down your cheek.
''Okay,'' you whisper softly, and even though it's hard to leave without your two angels, you still do. Tony takes you to a small restaurant by the beach, and you two are seated outside at a table with a perfect ocean view.
Tony pulls out your chair so you can sit down, and after lifting your dress slightly, you sit down, and he places a small kiss on the crown of your head that has you smiling uncontrollably.
''I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but it feels good to be eating somewhere without the kids, even if it's just for one evening,'' you say, but you immediately regret it as soon as you say it.
''Sunshine, you're not ungrateful at all. I feel the same way; they are absolutely perfect, but it is important to have a date night with just the two of us for once, as well,'' he says as he holds your hands, and you nod in agreement.
''I love you and thank you for tonight. I really appreciate it,'' you say as you give Tony a big smile, and when he smiles back, it's almost like you're teleported back in time to when you were just partners in acting class, and neither of you knew anything about the other person.
''It's still unbelievable how far we've come, huh? From partners in acting class to a beautiful vacation in Florida with our family,'' you say, and Tony can't help but let out a little chuckle.
''Tell me about it. I still can't believe I didn't ask you out earlier,'' he says, and a waiter makes their way to your table just as you're about to respond.
''Welcome to the Beach Side Eatery. Can we get you started with a glass of champagne and a menu?'' the man asks, and his stare lingers on you a little too long for Tony's liking.
''Yes, that would be appreciated, thank you,'' Tony says with a sharp edge to his tone, and the waiter immediately takes his gaze off of you and towards Tony.
You can't help but chuckle as he walks away, though Tony doesn't share that sentiment with you as he keeps staring the waiter down on his way back inside the restaurant.
''I'm glad I'm still good-looking enough to get stared at by waiters,'' you joke, and Tony just shakes his head with a small smirk.
''I'd rather be the only person who will look at you like that for the rest of our lives, but it does feel good to know I have such a beautiful wife by my side,'' he says, but he seemingly doesn't notice the slip of his tongue, though you definitely do.
A light pink dusting creeps onto your cheeks at his words, but you decide not to mention it, although you like the way it sounds. Tony's wife. The thought has you smiling widely, and Tony notices.
''What's on your mind, Sunshine?'' Tony asks as he grabs your hand. You feel your stomach do a few flips, and a jolt of electricity pulses through your body at this touch. Everything feels meant to be.
''I was just thinking about us, about our future, more specifically,'' you say, and Tony gives a small smile in response, knowing he's sitting here with the ring in his pocket right now.
''Here's your champagne, ma'am,'' the waiter says just as Tony is about to respond, and he's getting increasingly more annoyed with his bad timing.
''And your champagne too, sir. I'll go and get your menus and be right back,'' he says before walking off again, leaving you two to your conversation.
''Hey, let's enjoy this night together. We don't get too many of these nowadays, although I wouldn't be opposed to a night out together more often,'' you confess, and Tony agrees.
Your menus are dropped off, and that's when you both grab your glass of champagne, toasting a beautiful evening together; you take a small sip, and it tastes divine.
''Oh, this is the best champagne I've ever had!'' you say, and Tony smirks as he already knew it would be since he decided to splurge a little on this evening and get you the best of the best.
''Everything looks so good on this menu... I can't decide what I want to get,'' you say as you tap your index finger against your lips, which is a habit you've picked up somewhere along the way, and Tony thinks it's one of the cutest things ever.
''Well, how about a seafood dish? We won't find anything fresher than right here,'' he says, and your eyes glide to the seafood section of the menu.
''Hmm, you might be right, My Love. I might go with shrimp pasta since we don't eat it at home anymore,'' you say, thinking back to the time you had to rush Hudson to the hospital and finding out he's highly allergic to every type of seafood.
''Oh, that sounds delicious, Sunshine. I'm going to get the same,'' Tony says, and you both put your menus down to notify them you're ready to order.
When the waiter arrives, he takes up both your orders and refills your champagne glasses, after which you happily take another sip.
The rest of dinner goes by smoothly, apart from a few too many glances from your waiter, but it only boosts your ego, so you don't say anything about it, though Tony does make it clear he doesn't appreciate it.
''Shall we ask for a menu for dessert?'' you offer, but Tony shakes his head and instead starts off a small speech when the music changes. You immediately recognize your song, and a small thought creeps into your brain, though you push it away for now.
''Sunshine, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You're kind, you're funny, you're beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman and more. I love spending time with you, and I can't imagine my life without you. I promise to always make you laugh, to always be there for you when you need me, and to never take you for granted,'' Tony says, and your feeling was completely right.
It isn't until Tony gets up and pulls you up as well that the reality of the situation officially sinks in, and you can't stop the tears from flowing as Tony sinks down on one knee and opens the small velvet box with an engagement ring in it.
''Thank you for being by my side and sharing your life with me because I can't imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?'' he says with tears in his eyes.
''Of course, I will!'' you shriek out from excitement and Tony quickly gets up before crashing his lips onto yours, pulling you flush with his body as your tongues dance together in a dance of love.
When you pull away, you rest your head on his shoulder, and you pull him as close to you as you can, and that's when you suddenly hear people clapping all around you.
''I love you so much, My Love,'' you whisper to Tony as he pulls away this time, ready to slip the ring on your finger.
''I love you more, Sunshine. Or I should say future Mrs. Stark,'' Tony says with a big smirk, and you couldn't be any happier.
After you two sat down, you got an amazing dessert that said ''congratulations,'' and you two fed each other bits of it, and you couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening.
When the two of you got back to the hotel room, you didn't waste any time being apart, and the two of you made love for almost the entire evening and night until the sun rose back up.
It was perfect and everything you could have wished for, but you were also very happy to see Hudson and Orion the next morning as they flew into your arms.
''Daddy and I have some amazing news for all of you,'' you say, and you show everyone the ring Tony got you.
''He asked me to marry him!'' you shriek out, and even though all the parents knew already, they're still very excited to see your reaction.
You give Tony one more big kiss as a thank you before you're caught up in a big mess of hugs and congratulations, ready to enjoy the rest of your vacation, but now, as the future Mrs. Stark.
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You're ready to walk down the aisle in your white wedding dress. Not with your Dad by your side, because he doesn't even know you're getting married to being with.
Instead, Howard walks you down the aisle after you've explained everything to him, and he feels honored to do this for you. He's like the Dad you never had, and you are incredibly thankful for him.
''Are you ready to walk to the start of your new life?'' Howard asks, and you must try your hardest not to cry right now.
''I am,'' you say, and as if on cue, the music starts, and the doors in front of you open to show a beautiful aisle, all your guests seated on either side, the pathway adorned with white flower petals.
In the front is your Mom to officiate the wedding, and Tony is standing next to her in a beige tuxedo, and of course, his glasses that reflect beautifully in the sun.
Behind Tony is his best man, Bruce, and two other groomsmen; on the other side of your Mom is Natasha and two bridesmaids, ready to burst into tears at any second, just like you.
Maria, Hudson, and Orion are seated in the front row and are now standing up to get a good look at you. Maria is the one who walked Tony down the aisle after your twins made their debut first, and now all they have to do is wait for you.
''Wow,'' Tony blurts out at the sight of you, and you slowly stride your way forward, over the white flower petals, between your guests, and on your way to your future husband.
Tony has to wipe away a few tears as he sees you slowly walking over to him, and you have to try your hardest not to cry yourself. You two haven't seen each other since yesterday afternoon, and it has been the most challenging 24 hours without him.
The closer you get, the more butterflies you're getting, and it's hard not to fly around Tony's neck and kiss him senseless right here and right now.
When you reach the front of the aisle, Howard gives your hand to Tony with a promise.
''Promise me always to take care of her and your children. I know they are already your everything, but this will only grow with the years. Love them unconditionally, and you will receive it right back,'' Howard says, and with those words, he lets you go, and Tony guides you to your spot after you give your bouquet to Nat.
Your Mom has written an original speech, and you almost peed yourself from laughter, but now it's time for the ring exchange.
''Do you, Tony, take Y/N to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?''
''I absolutely do.''
''Do you, Y/N, take Tony to be your husband, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor him, to love him faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with him this day?'' 
''Hell yeah, I do!''
The entire crowd bursts out in laughter at your exclamation, and when your Mom officially pronounces you two married, you lock lips in a sweet, tender kiss that knocks the air out of your lungs despite it being a slow and loving one.
For the rest of the evening, you're constantly surrounded by everyone you know, and Orion hasn't stopped telling you how beautiful your dress is.
''Mommy! I love your dress, and I can't wait to wear one just like it once I get married,'' she says, but you don't want to think about that yet.
''May I have this dance?'' Howard asks after you've calmed down a little from all the excitement.
''Of course, Howard,'' you say, and you get up, letting him lead the way to the middle of the dance floor as a bit of a slower song starts to play.
''Tony told me you were disappointed not to have a father-daughter dance at your wedding, so I'm fulfilling your wish. I see you as my daughter, after all, so I'd be more than happy to take that place,'' he says, and you hug him in the middle of your dance as a thank you and to hide your tears.
You look over to Tony and shoot him a kiss through the air, and he smiles in appreciation as you continue dancing.
''Thank you, Howard, for everything you and Maria have done all these years, not just for me and Tony but also for the twins. They love you and Maria so much, and I love you both deeply, too,'' you say, and Howard places a kiss on your temple in appreciation.
''Welcome to the family, Y/N,'' Howard says as the song ends and you're reunited with your husband.
''Thank you for telling him, Tony. It really means a lot to me, and I will be forever grateful,'' you say before pulling him in for a hug, and his lips find your forehead, as he's unable to talk right now.
When the evening is over, you and Tony get to the bridal suite of the hotel you're staying at, and you two have a passionate first night of lovemaking as husband and wife.
Tony can't stop telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you while you're unable to say anything, as he's reduced you to a moaning, whining mess underneath him for most of the night.
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A few days later, you find yourself in a beautiful beachside hotel in Fiji, next to your husband, as you both just woke up. You've gotten out of bed and opened the big doors leading to your rooftop terrace, and a slight breeze blows through the room.
''Good morning, Sunshine,'' Tony says in a gruff voice as he turns over and pulls you into his side, wanting to have you as close as possible for every second.
This first week, you'll be here with just the two of you and the second week, your family will join you for a nice week-long vacation, after which life will return to normal again.
''Mornin', My Love,'' you say as you put your leg over Tony's thigh and scoot even closer. His hand ghosts over your back until it finds your ass, and without warning, he lands a spanking on it, making you squeal from surprise.
''Tony!'' you scold him as you sit up, but he doesn't give you much chance as he pulls you onto his chest, his member already poking at your entrance.
''Somebody's excited this morning, huh?'' you say, and your lips find each other, tongues immediately slipping in and fighting for dominance. You're both taking in every single second of this week while you're alone, having sex as much as you can.
This morning isn't any different, and as Tony pulls away from your kisses, he orders you to sit on his face so he can eat you out just the way you like.
You obey immediately, and as soon as his tongue licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit you're a complete goner on top of him.
Moans of his name fall off your lips as you rut against his face, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he keeps your legs apart for the best access.
''P-please, need to cum!'' you beg, and Tony listens to your pleas, making you cum on his face without much effort, and you grab the headboard to steady yourself as he works you through your orgasm.
''Tony, fuck! Feels good,'' you whimper as he's bordering on overstimulation, but he stops at the right moment and guides you back down, cradling you until you're coming down from your high with lots of praise.
Suddenly you reach out for his cock, and you stroke it leisurely a couple of times, and you whisper in his ear how badly you want to make him feel so good.
''Let me suck your cock until you cum down my throat, and after, I'll let you fuck another baby in me,'' you whisper, and Tony turns bright red at the idea.
You settle between his legs and start by licking a stripe from the base to the tip before taking it in your mouth and suckling softly.
''Oh, fuck, that's it, Sunshine,'' Tony breathes out, and you take more of him into your mouth with every bob of your head, one of your hands massaging his balls, the other interlaced with his.
''You like sucking this dick, huh? Such a good cockslut for me, sucking me like that, letting me use all your holes like a little fucktoy,'' Tony says, and his back arches and you take all of him in your mouth, gagging around his length, which only spurs him on.
''Fuck, that's it, choke on this dick until I cum,'' he grits out, and you do just that until he shoots it down your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop, his free hand keeping your head down as it's fisted into your hair.
When you finally let up, you take in a couple of deep breaths as the oxygen rushes back into your lungs, but you would be lying if you said you aren't turned on beyond belief right now.
You crawl back up to Tony and let him taste himself on your tongue before he gently guides you onto your back, spreads your legs for him to fit right in between them, and lines up with your entrance.
''Hm, you're nice and wet for me, Sunshine. Might fuck a baby into you this time, would you like that? Want to be nice and round again for me?'' he asks, and you nod slowly; you would love nothing more than for him to give you another baby.
After sliding through your folds a couple of times, he slides into your soaking cunt, and the groans he lets out are beyond this world, and your moans are so delicious he has to try his hardest not to cum right away.
''So perfect for me, such a glorious pussy to fuck. It always feels so good when I slide home,'' and your nails leave red marks on his back as he slides in, the pleasure feeling so good.
''Oh, yes!'' you say as he starts moving.
''Fuck a baby into me, Tony, please,'' you say, but he keeps a nice, slow pace that makes you go crazy. You keep bucking up your hips for more friction, but you're stopped each time.
''Want to make love to you first, Sunshine. Want to make love to my gorgeous wife, and when you've cum a couple of times, I'll use you as my perfect fucktoy and pump you so full of my cum it'll be dripping out, and then I have to fuck it right back into you,'' Tony whispers in your ear, and that's all you need to cum for the first time.
Your moans are getting louder and louder, but neither of you cares; the entire world is allowed to know how good your husband makes you feel.
He keeps this pace until his thumb swipes over your sensitive clit a couple of times, and you squeeze his cock so good he almost cums right with you, but he manages to hold out long enough for now.
''Doing so perfect for me, Sunshine,'' he says as he slips out and puts you on your hands and knees, lining up behind you and thrusting in again with a sharp thrust, and it has you whining loudly as the pleasure courses through your veins.
''Such a gorgeous fucktoy for me right now, letting me fuck this pussy until it's wrecked and overflowing with my cum,'' Tony says as his hips thrust against your ass relentlessly, fucking you into the mattress.
This time it doesn't take long for him to cum, and he shoots it deep inside you with a loud groan before pulling out, and he falls beside you, quickly pulling you onto his chest as you both come down from it.
He keeps whispering endless praise as he rubs slow figures onto your back, letting you enjoy his warmth as you lie on his chest.
''Shall we take a bath together, Sunshine? You can relax those sore muscles a little bit there,'' he says, and you nod, so he leaves you in the bed as he prepares the bath with your favorite scented oil you got here in Fiji.
''Ready?'' he asks, and when you confirm, he picks you up and steps carefully into the bath, sitting down and placing you onto his lap, letting you lean into him.
He softly rubs every inch of your skin from your thighs to your hips, waist, and chest, paying a little more attention to your nipples before moving onto your shoulders and arms.
''I love you so much, Sunshine. And I can't wait to see our beautiful babies again in a few days,'' he says, to which you wholeheartedly agree. This week alone with Tony is absolute heaven, but having Hudson and Orion with you will make it perfect.
''I love you too, My Love,'' you say, and you turn your head to capture his lips in a soft, sweet kiss before snuggling into him again while he feeds you some strawberries and pieces of exotic fruit.
Life is perfect right now, and you can't wait to see how the rest of your life will turn out. Though it will be a lot more fun with Tony as your husband, that's for sure.
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Since I just can’t not think about how Roy x Jamie could still happen and my dream scenario for the next episode, I’ll just drop this here for fanfic writers looking for ideas since none of this will happen and I know I'm too lazy to write this myself 😂
(Jamie was in two promo pics so he’ll probably be a background character with zero lines but some great pantomimes)
Jamie won’t be called up for England to play in the qualifications for the World Cup in Qatar, which is a downer at first, but he soon recovers (he’s a battler after all). And he still could make the cut for the actual World Cup team (I don’t know if this is how it works with the teams, but I doubt the show would care). Therefore, Roy and he have some extra intense training while everyone else is on break. Finally, we get a proper training montage to the tune of “Physical” by Olivia Newton-John.
(Sam also won’t be called up for Nigeria since Akufo is a piece of shit. 😞 But he’ll focus on his restaurant during the break, which is Akufo’s next target on his irrational mission to ruin everything good for Sam. But this will lead to Sam and Simi bonding some more and becoming an official couple. And Rebecca somehow gets Akufo to stop with his scheming. (He probably wants to buy Richmond to kick Sam off the team…) Maybe thanks to a bet similar to the dart competition with Rupert.)
But back to our main guys.
Roy is still pondering what he wants out of life (For once this season he hasn’t forgotten the lesson he learned between episodes!). During a training session, he asks Jamie what Jamie wants out of life. Jamie answers something like “I just want to live life as me!” which initially has Roy rolling his eyes. Until Jamie explains that most of his life he has lived as the man his dad wanted him to be instead of being true to himself. And that he wants to become the best version of himself to finally deserve to be loved and cared for. (And Roy looks puzzled like “??? But everyone already loves and cares about him???? Even me.”, but of course doesn’t say so…)
Then something along the lines of “I wanted and got a lot of things for the wrong reasons, so … maybe it is better not to get what you want but what you need.”
Jamie also comes out as bisexual during this exchange. He tells Roy how Colin’s coming out and everyone’s acceptance made him think maybe he can actually be bisexual. Instead of always hiding this part of himself, just because his dad hated it when he got the notion Jamie might be into boys.
(All of this then sets up that Jamie turns down the offer to play for England in Qatar, since he won’t support a World Cup in a country where they still have strict anti-gay laws. Clarifying that it is more important for Jamie to be the best, most authentic version of himself instead of being the best and most successful footballer he could become)
Keeley loses KJPR since Jack pulls the funding. And she realises the firm was something she might have wanted, but not what she had actually needed at this point in her life.
When Keeley goes to Rebecca to talk about this, she runs into Jamie in the hallway, they have a sweet exchange (he encourages her not to give up on her dreams), that is witnessed by Roy who has this yearning, slightly jealous expression (Cue for Isaac to talk about body language and something along the lines of “Sorry, coach, looks like she’s over you”)
Roy and Jamie do a school visit similar to the one with Ted and Roy in “Trent Crimm, the Independent”. Jamie meets Phoebe and Ms Bowen and while they interact, there is a similar wistful shot of Roy pondering … something. (Trent is there for his book and looks at Roy like “I know what you are”)
(Alternatively, Phoebe’s team visits Nelson Road and that is where the locker room stills are from—I just want Jamie to meet Phoebe!)
In a later scene, Roy is watching TV with Phoebe, getting snacks while some commercials run.
Cut to Keeley slouching on her couch, watching the same station as Roy and Phoebe.
And then Jamie’s bantr commercial plays. He says something super profound. That he is looking for a relationship where they help each other become the best version of themselves and support each other in reaching their life goals. This visibly moves Keeley.
Cut back to Roy and Phoebe. Roy tells Phoebe he has to go somewhere, to get what he really needs.
And then “You can’t always get what you want” by the Rolling Stones starts playing, while Roy makes his way to his unknown destination. Is it Keeley? Ms Bowen? (Spoiler, it is neither!)
(The song is both a callback to Jamie comparing him and Roy to Mick Jagger and Keith Richards AND to “She’s a Rainbow” playing while Roy returned to Richmond. And the chorus very well suits the theme of the episode as I wrote it in my head.
Edit: I also just noticed they used this song for the season 3 trailer, which I had totally forgotten about, so it would make even more sense to pick it up at some point later in the season)
And we get a montage of what is going on in the other characters’ lives, finishing of their storylines for this episode.
Rebecca has realised throughout the episode that she wants to give Sam another shot. But when she reaches Ola’s she sees Sam and Simi being cute together and kissing. Rebecca turns around, runs off and slams into someone. She drops her phone and when she reaches down to get it, the other person does the same. Cue to them looking at each other and … it is Dutch Guy! (And at last Rebecca gets to see his penis!)
Feeling sympathy for Bex, Nate leaked information to the press about Rupert's cheating (just like he did with Ted, but this time it is for the greater good!!!). Rupert finds out who the source is and tears Nate down verbally, really humiliating & insulting him to the core (to stress the stark difference between Rupert and Ted). In the end, Rupert threatens to fire Nate if he makes another mistake. Nate is devastated at first, but finds comfort with Jade. She is proud of him for exposing Rupert for the cheating asshole he is and reassures Nate (who is a worried mess about possibly losing his job) that she likes him and not his money and fame.
(At first I wanted Rupert to outright fire Nate, but Rupert probably wouldn’t want more bad publicity by firing the Wonder Kid AND it would be a better end for Nate’s arc if he is the one walking away from Rupert.)
Someone rings at Keeley’s door, but … it is not Roy, it is Barbara. She tells Keeley that she quit her job with Jack since she is sick of collecting snow globes. She rather wants to build a business with Keeley. (And for the rest of the season Keeley works on building her own little PR firm, slowly growing instead of suddenly being overwhelmingly BIG because of funding and expectations, with AFC Richmond as her primary client.)
(Also something with Ted, but I haven’t settled on some specific scenario. Maybe some realisation that the team may want him to stay but they don’t need him anymore, therefore it is better for him to leave so they can grow on their own. I’m fairly certain he’ll leave—or at least he decides to leave—by the end of the series, but it might be too early for him to actually come to this realisation. Either Trent or Rebecca or both will play a big part in his storyline this episode)
Next cut is Jamie on the couch, reading a book about football tactics. It rings at his door, and when he opens, *gasp*, it is Roy, a bit breathless and sweaty from running too fast. Jamie is a bit confused. Roy explains he has finally realised what he wants out of his life and that he maybe not get it, but he has to at least try. Then Roy confesses to Jamie that he wants him. A brief moment of hesitation before they kiss.
Fade to black and the end credits start rolling.
OR, if they go for a more gut-wrenching scenario and Jamie x Keeley x Roy endgame: Roy reaches Jamie’s house just in time to see Keeley standing at the door, both of them talking and then Keeley going in for a kiss. Shot of a very sad Roy turning away while Keeley and Jamie retreat into the house.
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Title: Picture Perfect
Author: Quwarichi
Artist: spiffyflypie
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy (implied), Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore
Length: 20000
Warnings: No Content Warnings Apply
Tags: Post-Finale Fix-It, Established Relationship, Angst, Grief, Happy Ending
Posting Date: October 14, 2022
Summary: When something's too good to be true, it probably is. Dean's married to Cas, the love of his life, and has everything he ever wanted. He's happy. But things don't add up. He's having nightmares about Cas dying and the more he scratches at the wall, the more his perfect life don't seem so perfect anymore. It's all a dream, fake, and he needs to figure out how to get out before it takes him down with him.
Excerpt: Looking down at his plate, Dean picks up a fry and presses on it until the filling spills out. “I guess I just wanna show you that you’re important to me.” Cas nudges his foot under the table, making him look up. He smiles at Dean, all crinkles and soft. “I know I’m important to you, I feel important.” Dean frowns. Instead of being reassuring and sweet, all what Cas says just feels like a goddamn lie. “You sure?” “Of course,” more lies, “I love you.” “Don’t do this,” Dean answers automatically then shuts his mouths abruptly, screwing his jaw closed and closing his hands on the table edges. Now it’s Cas’ turn to frown, putting down his burger and squinting at him. “Do what?” Dean’s not sure why it feels like if he tries to open his mouth bile would come out, so he just shakes his head and continues to whiteknuckle his hands on the table. “Dean, you’ve been off all day, do you feel sick?” Prying his jaw open, Dean just shakes his head again, his head is pounding, and his fingers are starting to go numb from how tight his grip is. “I forgot this is our anniversary,” he lies, well, half lies. He did forget, it’s just not why he’s feeling like the pre-movie commercials, only the movie is a panic attack and he’s the one dumbass who bought the ticket. Cas just looks more confused. “Dean, this isn’t our anniversary.” Dean’s hands let go of the table and fall to his sides. “What?” “You thought it was our wedding anniversary?” “It’s not?” “No,” Cas shakes his head. “It’s the day I pulled you out of Hell.” Ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell- Dean stands up, pushing his chair backwards, nearly flipping the table with his knees. “That’s not funny, Cas.”
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beardedmrbean · 9 months
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Your nostalgia trip made for a good read. Part of the reason I sent it was because I was reading an article on that film's Japanese release and also was surprised to learn that the film was released in Japan. https://legendsoflocalization.com/movies-in-japanese-01-the-wizard/
I hope they didn't rip on us too hard over it, got a friend I'm gonna need to send this to as well.
This picture, wildly curious about Japanese Ferris Buler
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This time we’ll be looking at a subtitled VHS version of The Wizard, which was known as Sweet Road in Japan.
While the movie is often considered a 100-minute Nintendo commercial among gamers like us, it feels a little different when looking at it from the outside in. It’s touted more as a fun road adventure/coming-of-age movie in Japanese, hence the “Sweet Road” title. Even if you can’t read any of the Japanese text, you can see this change in focus from the art on the back of the box. It’s described as a “lighthearted and touching American road movie” and the tagline at the top says:
Heroes don’t cry. We headed to California in pursuit of the rest of our dream.
The presentation and title give it a strong “we’re going for a Stand by Me” vibe, which we’ve previously seen is a big deal in Japan.
(I'd rather this than the actual Stand By Me)
The movie title changed for its Japanese release, but the new title appears before the actual movie begins. Then, when the original title pops up in English, nothing is displayed in its place. It’s probably assumed that the audience understands that the title was changed for Japanese audiences. The back of the Japanese box randomly includes the original “The Wizard” logo too, so that connection probably helps explain the situation too.
On a different note, an 80s song plays during this intro scene. It’s left untranslated and unsubtitled though. It’s pretty normal to see songs untranslated in English-to-Japanese movie translations unless the lyrics hold some meaningful connection to the story or to what’s happening on screen at the same time. Basically, if a song is used as a decoration for setting the mood, it’s pretty normal to see it untranslated.
Also, from personal experience, Japanese companies are weird about lyrics and their songs having separate licenses, which means that even if you have permission to use a song in a video, you don’t necessarily have permission to translate the song. Those rights have to be negotiated separately. This is why anime songs don’t always get translated right away. I don’t think that’s what’s going on here, though – I feel like it’s just the standard “it’s only audio decoration” approach. __________________
I gotta get up for a few, I will be reading this though it looks like a wildly fascinating look into how American culture gets translated elsewhere, since it's just such a basic film plot anyhow.
This is cool thank you
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The rookie idol group NOVA is no joke - all of the girls seem to be in commercials everywhere now, but the one that catches my eye is Nayoung. I followed her since her time as a trainee, when we got glimpses of her with ARIA lipstick, and then when she went on Future Dreams. Trust me, that was a roller coaster. I know she was given the role of a vocalist, but she is the visual of my heart, do you know what I mean? Her attitude seems so sweet and effortless, my heart cannot help but soar.
It's just that... Nayoung tempts me to go out and buy things even when I normally don't. Now what would I do with a lipstick, or contact lenses? I guess they will collect dust, but they make my heart warm to own those items. Do I sound crazy yet? Or am I just your typical fan? Tell me if you are the same.... I rarely even use cosmetic items. But at least Levi's, I can use clothing in my day to day life. but I curiously await what she will sell me next... Because she can sell me nearly anything. I hope I'll see with Nayoung with a food brand or maybe even see her face in a convenience store on something delicious. Something about her makes me go crazy with dropping money on her!
[ + / - ] Don't worry, we all do that with our favourite idols. Good on you to support Nayoung! [ + / - ] All of the new and current idols look the same. None of them stand out like they used to years ago. I cannot recognize her from anyone else in her group! [ + / - ] i did the same and ran out to get her special lipstick colour... i think its discontinued now... so sad TTTT we will keep it forever... 
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jrob64 · 2 years
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Love Song for a Broken Heart - a Captain Swan Modern AU Chapter 1 (Broken Hearts)
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Several months ago, I heard a commercial which turned into a prompt for this story. When I pitched it to my beta @hookedmom​​, she came up with lots of ideas for it, so I decided to write it for her birthday in April. I almost feel guilty saying it’s her gift, because she had to do a lot of work to help me clean it up, but here it is. Happy birthday, Mary! Very few of my stories would have been completed without you!
This chapter has several flashbacks and changes in Point of View. These are the symbols for each:
~*~*~*~ = flashback
<<<<<>>>>> = change in POV
Summary: After a painful break-up with the love of his life, Killian Jones writes a song for her and sings it every weekend at the bar. One night as he’s playing, he sees her in the crowd with a man he despises, and it leads to an eye-opening discussion between Emma and Killian.
Chapter 1 of 2
Rated: M
Words: (Chapter 1) - 4780
Also found on Ao3 and ffn
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It was all so perfect. 
Until it wasn’t. 
As Killian tuned his guitar prior to walking out onto the small stage, his mind wandered once again, back to the day when his life, for all intents and purposes, ended. 
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“Don’t lie to me, Killian!” 
“I’m not lying to you, Swan! You’re the only woman I love. I would never cheat on you!” 
“I saw the pictures of you having sex with another woman!”
“There aren’t any bloody pictures! How could there be pictures when I haven’t been with anyone else?”
“You can’t deny it was you in them! I might be stupid, but I can still identify the man who’s supposed to be my boyfriend!”
“You’re hardly stupid, which is why you should know I would never cheat on you. You always say you can tell when somebody is lying to you, so use your superpower now, Love.”
“Don’t ever call me that again! Love is built on trust and I can’t trust you now, Killian. How can I?’ 
“Emma…” 
Her voice, which had been nearly hysterical, dropped to a whisper and it cut through him more deeply than her shouting. “It’s over, Killian. We’re through.” 
Then she was gone, and he spent the next eight months trying to figure out how it all went wrong. 
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He was three songs into his set when he made his usual announcement, unwilling or unable to change it, even though it always tore at his heart. “I wrote this song for the love of my life.” 
As he played the first chord, he wondered again why he chose to torture himself. She was never going to hear this song, no matter how many times he played it. 
You are my dream
The sweetest I have ever known
My heart is in your hands
It’s yours, no longer my own
I live for you 
And the happiness you give me
You’re everything and more
With you, I’m the best I can be
My beautiful love
Straight from heaven above
You helped me to see
Just how sweet love can be
How can I tell you 
I love you more every day
I’ll never be the same
Since you stole my heart away
With it in your hands
To protect it or to break
I need to know your choice
What decision will you make? 
My beautiful love
Straight from heaven above
You helped me to see
Just how sweet love can be
My life’s not the same 
And your love is to blame
Our fate is in your control
Please don’t crush my soul
My beautiful, beautiful love
My beautiful love
As his broken voice finished whispering the lyrics and the last notes faded away, greeted by a smattering of applause from the few people in the bar who were listening, he thought he was having a hallucination. Because she was there; her golden hair glowing in the dim lighting, giving her an ethereal quality which further convinced him she was a figment of his imagination. 
He blinked several times and refocused his eyes on the same spot, shocked to see she was still there. He almost involuntarily took a step toward her, until he realized she wasn’t alone. Neal fucking Cassidy was sitting beside her with his arm draped over her shoulders and an arrogant smirk on his face that said he won. 
And that’s when it clicked. 
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Emma couldn’t believe Neal brought her to the bar where Killian was playing. When he walked out on the stage, her heart nearly beat out of her chest, his face and body so familiar to her, but now, so foreign. She thought she knew everything about him, but his betrayal had almost broken her. 
The pictures which revealed his unfaithfulness were imprinted on her brain, no matter how hard she tried to scrub them from her memory. It took her weeks to feel anything other than numbness, and that’s when the anger and pain set in. Her friends had good intentions and attempted to cheer her up. Despite their loyalty to her, they still tried to convince her that Killian would never do something like that, but they hadn’t seen the photos, and she was too humiliated to show them.  
Neal had been there for her, calling to check on her and giving her a shoulder to cry on. When he asked her out after months of being her sounding board, she felt she owed it to him to show her appreciation for all he had put up with from her. 
She never meant for it to be anything more than two friends going out to listen to some music and hang out. But he was making her uncomfortable with the way he was draping himself all over her, and she had a feeling he was doing it for show, trying to get under Killian’s skin. 
From the look on Killian’s face once he noticed them, it worked. 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For most of the first week after the breakup, Killian didn’t leave his apartment. He wallowed in his misery and in his bed - the bed he’d shared with her so often - keeping his face buried in her pillow to inhale the fading scent of her. He didn’t eat, sleep, or shower and barely dragged himself out of bed to take care of his bodily functions. 
He tried to call and text Emma, but quickly figured out that she must have blocked his number, driving him further into his pit of despair. Robin called him incessantly and finally barged into his apartment on the third day of his self-imposed isolation, intent on urging him back to the land of the living. After resisting his friend’s attempts to get him to eat and shower, Robin left, threatening to call in the big guns to bring him around. 
When his brother’s voice broke through his foggy brain two days later, he knew Robin made good on his threat. 
“What the bloody hell is going on with you?” Liam roared, causing Killian to tug the pillow over his head. It was promptly pulled away and his bloodshot eyes beheld the angry and concerned face of his older brother. 
“How did you get here?” he croaked. 
“I took some days off work, kissed my wife and daughter goodbye, and booked a flight from England. Then I convinced the building manager that my ponce of a brother might be in danger so he would let me in. Now, answer my question.” 
“She broke up with me,” Killian said mournfully. 
Liam sat down on the bed beside him. “What happened?” he asked in a much softer voice. 
“I don’t know. She said she saw some pictures that proved I cheated on her.” 
“Did you?” 
“Fuck no! You know I’m completely in love with Emma and would never do that!” 
“Then how do you think she got the idea you were with someone else?” 
“I don’t bloody know. I’ve wracked my brain trying to figure it out and I just can’t make any sense of it.” 
“Well, shutting yourself away from the world isn’t getting you anywhere, brother. When was the last time you showered? You stink!” 
“What does it matter?” 
“So you’re just going to give up? You’re not going to try to get her back?” 
“She fucking blocked me! How am I supposed to talk to her if she’s cut off all communication from me?” 
“If you really want her back, you’ll find a way. A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.” 
Killian sighed and flung his arm across his eyes. “I don’t need your lectures, Liam.” 
“Fine, but you DO need a shower, and I’m assuming something to eat.”  
Like a petulant child, Killian flung back the covers and got out of bed. While he showered, Liam ordered food to be delivered and stripped the sheets off the bed, replacing them with fresh ones from the linen closet in the hall. 
When Killian emerged from the bathroom, he noticed the change in his bedding and dug through the hamper to retrieve the pillowcase that still held the faint scent of Emma’s shampoo, replacing the clean one on her pillow. Then he pulled on clean sweatpants and an old T-shirt before wandering out to the kitchen. 
Liam was pulling cheeseburgers and fries out of bags as Killian slumped into a chair at the table. While he nibbled at his food, he listened to Liam telling him to pull himself together; but how could he do that when the better half of him was gone? 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Killian’s jaw clenched tightly as he continued staring at the couple sitting across the room from him. Emma wasn’t looking at him. In fact, she seemed to be actively avoiding it as her eyes darted around the room, looking at everything except him. 
Meanwhile, Neal took advantage of having Killian’s attention, pulling Emma closer, kissing her temple and cheek, while keeping his eyes on the man standing mutely on the stage. Then he used his fingers to turn her face towards him and pressed his mouth to hers, deepening the kiss almost obscenely until she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly, breaking the contact between their lips. 
Killian could tell Emma was trying to catch her breath, while Neal once again looked at him, running his tongue across his lips, before a smug grin transformed his face into the embodiment of mockery. 
Without giving the audience any explanation, Killian threw the strap of his guitar over his head and placed the instrument in the stand at his feet, then stepped off the stage and let his feet carry him across the room. As he closed in on Emma and Neal’s table, she finally looked up to see him approaching. 
Anyone who didn’t know Emma Swan would have missed the look she gave him, just before the mask of indifference dropped over her features, but Killian did know her and he saw it. It was regret mixed with anger, but he also sensed sadness. 
“What are you doing here, Cassidy?” he gritted out, knowing he wouldn’t be able to address Emma without being overcome with emotion. 
“Just thought I’d treat my girlfriend to a night out on the town. I didn’t realize the entertainment was going to be so…depressing, shall we say?” 
“I’m here every Friday, mate. Don’t try to pretend you didn’t know I’d be here.” 
“Oh, I knew you would be here, I just didn’t realize your, um…singing…would be so…melancholy. Really, dude, play something upbeat, would you? No wonder nobody is listening to you. I don’t even think they realize you’ve stopped playing.” 
“Neal…” Emma started, putting her hand on his arm where it lay on the table. 
“What, Baby?” he crooned, nuzzling his nose into the crease of her neck. Killian didn’t miss how she flinched slightly. 
“Why don’t you go get us some drinks?” she asked tightly. 
He gave her a perturbed look, then shot another at Killian, before pushing to his feet. “Anything for you, gorgeous,” he said, not quite disguising the anger in his tone. 
As soon as he was out of earshot, Killian turned to her. “What are you doing with him?” 
“Who is the song for?” she asked, not acknowledging his question or meeting his eyes. 
“The song?” His brain tried to catch up with what she was asking. 
“You said it was for the love of your life, so I’m assuming it’s for her.” 
“It’s for the one and only woman I’ve ever loved, or will ever love.” 
She finally dragged her eyes up to meet his, and his heart broke all over again seeing the hurt and betrayal in the depths of them. “Who is she?” 
“Don’t you know, Emma? It’s you. It will only ever be you.” He refused to let her break eye contact with him, willing her to see the honesty in them. 
“Then how do you explain…”
“The pictures? Why don’t you ask Neal’s mother?” 
“Milah? Why would I ask her?” 
“Because she has the ability and the equipment to enhance photos and I think she…” 
“Here we go, Ems. Good thing the bartender knows me so I was able to get our drinks quickly and come right back.” Neal set the bottles of beer on the table and slid into his seat, putting his arm around Emma and tugging her into his side. Casting a wary eye at Killian from under his furrowed brow, he growled, “Shouldn’t you get back up on the stage, Jones? After all, that’s what you’re being paid to do.” 
Killian fought to keep a lid on his temper because he knew throwing a punch at Cassidy would only draw unwanted attention and upset Emma. He hadn’t said a fraction of what was on his mind to her, but he knew the opportunity was lost. There was no way Neal was going to leave her alone again tonight. 
Giving her one more lingering look, which he hoped conveyed his feelings adequately, he said, “It was good to see you again, Emma. I wish…I wish you nothing but happiness.” 
Before she could reply, he turned and made his way back to the stage. After picking up his guitar and strumming a few chords on it, his head dropped and he stood still for many long moments. Finally, he stepped up to the microphone and said, “I apologize, but I can’t finish my set tonight.” 
Then he turned and walked off the stage.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Liam stayed four days until he was satisfied his brother wasn’t going to retreat back to his bed again. During that time, he encouraged Killian numerous times to try to pinpoint when everything went wrong. 
“I truly don’t know, Liam. One day, we were happy and in love, the next day she was telling me it was over. I have no idea what happened.” 
“What about those pictures you mentioned? Do you know anything about them?” 
“Not a bloody thing. Apparently she saw some pictures somewhere - Facebook or Snapchat, I suppose - that showed me in a compromising position. I tried to look on her account, but she has me blocked on everything.” 
“But you don’t remember them being taken?” 
“I can’t remember them being taken because I have never been with any other woman since I met Emma!” 
“Could they have been from before you met her?”
“I haven’t been with anyone else since I moved to the states. Any time I was with a woman before that was in the privacy of my bedroom or dorm room. There was never anyone around to take any pictures.” 
“Did you get plastered one night and take up with some lass? Or could it be a groupie at one of the bars where you play on the weekends?” 
“I’ve never gotten so drunk that I lost my ability to think straight. The possibility of me being in pictures with another woman is zero percent.” He huffed out an exasperated breath and began pacing around the living room. “I tried to call her friends and none of them will even talk to me. Not even Mary Margaret, and she’s the kindest person I’ve ever met. I don’t know what else to do.” 
Liam stood up and put his hands on his brother’s shoulders. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think you’re going to have to give her space until she calms down and thinks things through rationally.” 
Killian hung his head. “That feels a lot like giving up, and I’ll never stop fighting for her, Liam.” 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After leaving the bar, Killian put his guitar case in his car, climbed into the driver’s seat and pounded his fists on the steering wheel numerous times, before crossing his arms over it and resting his head on them. How could he be so bloody stupid? For as long as he could remember, Neal had designs on Emma and tried everything to get her to go out with him. Was it that far-fetched to think his mother had doctored some pictures and spread rumors to get Emma to break up with him so Neal could have a shot with her? 
With these thoughts still swirling through his mind, he started the car and drove home through the busy Friday night traffic. 
<<<<<<>>>>>>
When Emma saw Killian exit the stage, clearly distraught, her first instinct was to run after him and try to comfort him. She had to remind herself that he hurt her far worse than he seemed to be hurting right now. Still, what he started to say about Neal’s mother’s ability to enhance pictures sparked her curiosity. Was it possible things weren’t what they seemed? Could she have been wrong all these months?
She thought about it for several minutes, absently sipping her drink, before stating flatly, “Take me home, Neal.” 
“What? Why? Because of Jones? Don’t let him spoil our good time, Baby.” 
“Don’t call me that! Why are you acting like this? We’ve just been going out to have a good time as friends, Neal - nothing more. You know I’m not ready to get involved in any kind of relationship right now.”
“C’mon, Ems. It’s been months and that bastard cheated on you! Don’t you think it’s time to move on?” 
“I’ll be the one to decide when it’s time for me to move on, Neal. Now, if you aren’t going to take me home, I’m going to call for an Uber.” 
He heaved a theatrical sigh. “Fine, have it your way.” He threw on his jacket and stomped out of the bar, with Emma trailing in his wake. 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For weeks after Liam went back to England, Killian continued trying to contact Emma in every way possible, with no luck. When he went to her apartment building, the doorman informed him that Emma had put Killian’s name on the list of people who were not permitted into the building. Going to where she worked at an accounting office garnered the same results. 
She even seemed to have stopped going to her favorite coffee shop and bakery. He went there every day for a month, sitting at an inconspicuous corner table, hoping to catch her when she came in, but she never did. 
It was as if she simply dropped off the face of the earth, or more likely, he had entered a universe in which everything that brought him happiness had vanished. He drifted through every day in a haze of miserable loneliness and despair, and time did nothing to heal the wounds of his heart. 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His phone vibrating against his cheek woke him up the morning after seeing Emma at the bar. He had fallen asleep with it in his hand, after checking through every social media site fruitlessly for the hundredth time, trying to find the elusive, damning pictures. He finally succumbed to a fitful sleep around four-thirty in the morning. 
Groggily, he checked the number of the incoming call and bolted straight upright, fumbling to swipe the screen before the call cut off. “Emma?” he nearly shouted. 
“H-hi, Killian.” Her voice was soft and hesitant. “Did I wake you…”
“No,” he hurried to assure her. “No, I was, um…I was…gods, it’s good to hear your voice.”
“Look,” she said, sounding stronger, “I just wanted to…to…” 
“Why were you there with him last night?” He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he couldn’t help himself. The question had been making his head ache for hours. 
“I’ve been…we’ve, um…gone out a few times.” 
Killian squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to keep the hot tears from flooding them. 
“And he wanted to…he said he was meeting a buddy and his girlfriend there, but they never showed up. Or they were never going to be there in the first place. I don’t know.”
“He knew I’d be playing last night. He brought you there on purpose, just to rub it in and to see how I would react.” 
“I don’t think…” 
“Come on, Emma! You know that’s what he did!”
“I didn’t call you for your commentary, Killian,” she retorted. 
“Why did you call, then?” 
“I wanted to continue our conversation from last night. You said something about his mom enhancing pictures. How do you know that?”
“Because Belle has had her do some for the summer reading program at the library. She takes kids’ pictures and turns them into animals or astronauts or pirates, things like that. I’m told they’re really well done, like a work of art.” 
“I still don’t think she would do something like faking pictures…” 
“Of course she would, Swan! She’d do anything to make sure her spoiled brat of a son gets what he wants, and he made no secret of the fact he wanted you. And guess what? It worked!”
“You don’t have any proof she did that, Killian!” Emma responded angrily. 
“Where are these alleged photos of me with somebody else? I guarantee you they’re fakes, because I have never even looked at another woman since you and I have been together. That’s all the proof you should need.” 
“They look pretty convincing.” 
“I told you she’s a professional, Emma. How did they even come to your attention in the first place?” 
There was a long pause. “Jefferson sent them to me,” she finally answered in a small voice.
“Jefferson? As in Neal’s best mate? And that didn’t raise any suspicions with you?” His anger was beginning to boil over and it was all he could do to keep a lid on it. 
“They look legitimate. You’re…the two of you are…it’s in the alley behind The Rabbit Hole. You have her pressed up against the wall and you’re…well, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” 
“Bloody hell, Emma! You were with me every time I had a gig at The Rabbit Hole! Why in the hell would I sneak off into a back alley to fuck some random woman while the love of my life was sitting in the bar on the other side of the wall? How could you think so little of me?” 
“Am I?” she asked quietly.
“Are you what?” 
“The love of your life?”
“There will never be anyone else for me, Emma. My heart belongs to you, whether you want it or not.”
“Did you really write that song for me?” 
“Aye, I started it when we were still together and finished it about two months after you…ended things. I tried everything to contact you but you completely shut me out. The only way I knew to express my feelings was to put them into a song. I’ve been singing it at every show, hoping it would somehow help my heart to heal, but all it seems to do is keep the wounds fresh.” 
“It’s a beautiful, haunting song,” she conceded. 
“Well, it was inspired by the most beautiful woman in the world.” 
“Killian…” 
“I’ll never stop loving you, Emma. Nothing you say or do can make me do that.” 
The silence that fell after his declaration stretched on for nearly a minute, before her voice, thick with emotion, came through the line. “I have to go, Killian. I’ll, um, maybe I’ll take another look at those pictures. I haven’t been able to bring myself to look at them again since…since it all happened.”  
“If you want someone else’s opinion, take them to Belle. She knows Milah’s work and she would be able to tell you if they were faked; I mean that they ARE faked.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll let me know when you find out the truth, aye?” 
“Yes, just don’t push me, okay?” 
“I won’t, Love.”
She closed her eyes at hearing the endearment. She used to love hearing it fall from his lips, but now it just rubbed at a raw wound. “Goodbye, Killian.” 
“It was very good to hear from you, Emma. I hope to talk to you again soon.” 
He lay looking up at the ceiling for the next ten minutes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and something that felt a lot like hope blooming in his chest. 
<<<<<<>>>>>>
Emma ended the call and stared at her phone, working up the courage to pull up those abominable pictures again. Since viewing them the first time they appeared on her screen, she had stubbornly refused to look at them again, so she really hadn’t studied them closely. 
Taking a deep, quavery breath, she tapped in her passcode and opened her photo gallery. As she began slowly scrolling through the photos, her thoughts went back to when she first laid eyes on the incriminating pictures. To say she was shocked would be the understatement of the century. There was the man she loved with every fiber of her being, fucking an unknown, dark-haired woman against a brick wall. Her face was buried in his shoulder, so Emma wasn’t able to identify her, but Killian’s face was easily recognizable. 
When she knew she was getting close to the date when Jefferson shared the pictures with her, accompanied by a text that simply said, “Thought you might be interested in seeing these,” she nearly closed the gallery. The pain that had been present in her heart for eight months reared its ugly head again, grasping at her throat and forcing tears to gather in the corners of her eyes. 
At last, the photos came into view and she swallowed hard before bringing one up. She felt the familiar stabbing sensation in her chest as, with shaking fingers, she swiped the screen to zoom in. 
Killian appeared to be looking off to the side. Emma shifted the view, being careful not to move it down to where the two bodies were joined, and studied the shirt the man was still wearing, obviously not taking the time to undress completely for a quick fuck. It appeared to be a light colored dress shirt with thin stripes and she blew out a disbelieving breath. Killian never wore shirts like that when he played gigs; he either wore plaid flannel or a Henley. She wasn’t even sure he owned a shirt like the one in the photo. 
She zoomed in again on his face. The expression on it didn’t look much like someone in the throes of passion. He looked almost serene, with a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. 
“Hold on a minute…” Emma murmured. She minimized the gallery and opened her Facebook app, bringing up her profile page and clicking on the photos. Scanning through them quickly, she soon found what she was looking for, a picture taken at Mary Margaret and David’s baby reveal party, when Killian was sitting at the picnic table looking over at Emma. Ruby had taken it and posted it on Facebook, adding a caption which said, ‘The look of a man in love.’ 
Emma flipped back and forth between the photos several times to compare them. “Son of a bitch!” she cursed. Not only had someone created a fake photo, they had used a picture of Killian smiling at her sweetly to do it. 
She felt bile rise into her throat and swallowed it back down, but it didn’t do anything to alleviate the sick feeling in her stomach. Although she still didn’t have proof it was Neal’s mother who did it, she would bet every dime she had that it was her work. 
All those months of heartbreak and pain were because of a spoiled brat whose mommy decided to break up a blissfully happy couple, so her son could get what he coveted. 
She was torn about what to do first. She wanted to call Neal and rip into him with her accusations, but she also wanted to call Killian to tell him she’d discovered the truth. After several moments of contemplation, she opted to call Mary Margaret to get her advice on how to handle the situation. 
<<<<<<>>>>>>
Killian sat on his couch, listlessly plucking at the strings of his guitar. It had been hours since Emma’s phone call and he wondered if she decided not to take another look at the pictures. He knew if she did, she would definitely discover the manipulation, and surely she would have called him. 
When a soft knock sounded on his door, his eyes shot up and his heart rate soared. Laying his guitar aside, he stood up and crossed the room, a bit anxious, but daring to hope. 
The door opened to reveal Emma on the other side, nervously wringing her hands, her face pale, drawn, and absolutely beautiful. 
“Swan?” he questioned, his voice coming out strained. 
“May…may I come in?” she whispered. 
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Sweet Tea & Cigarettes
Chapter 1
Ivy Covered Walls
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On the first day of senior year, Hazel had never imagined she’d make it this far, but she did, she had her mother, friend, and amazing teachers to thank for that, if it wasn’t for them, she wouldn’t know where she’d be, all she knows is that she made it this far she can’t back down now. How will this last year unfold, What challenges will she face; Will she be able to make it to graduation? Her thoughts were silenced by the sound of the train coming into her station. With an anxious sigh, she stepped her foot onto the train.
The smell of old leather filled her nose as it’s a smell she’s all too familiar with, as the sounds of smooth jazz played in the distance. Sitting down, the cushions were soft and worn, the sun outside filling the car with a warm glow.
The ride didn’t feel too long as she was all too familiar with the path she was taking; Hazel was on her way to meet her friend for the first day of senior year. As Hazel stared out the window of the train the view of the mountains and trees flying by had caught her eye, it’s a view that always surprises her with its beauty. The sun was peeking out over the vast mountain range as the train made its way to Spring Valley station and as the train slowed to a stop Hazel closed her eyes expecting what was coming next. A pair of warm hands covered Hazel's eyes as a playful voice spoke “Guess who” this silly voice asked, and Hazel decided to play along with her friend's silly antics “Hmm I don't know who it could be” Hazel heard a laugh from behind her.
“Oh, come on you can do better than that.”
“Well by the sound of the high-pitched voice and playful tone, it must be Ginette, am I right?”
The pair of warm hands lifted from her face causing Hazel to turn around and look at her friend “I feel as though you are messing with me”.
“Well, that's for me to know and for you to continue questioning” Hazel giggled slightly at her joke, soon turning into a full laugh and her friend joined in soon after. The two conversed about the night prior as the train came to a halt at their destination. Selmor High was the school the two girls had been going to since they could remember since the school caters to kids from first to 12th grade.
Something that always surprised visitors, leaving them wondering how a school could cater to all ages so easily and how they have the highest on-time graduation streak in the state. And on top of that, the school isn’t that well known by people, but nonetheless, it makes it easier for people like Hazel that live in the area to have more of a chance of getting in than others, not from around here. But knowing this makes Hazel so nervous since although she’s a senior her credits are lower than average and the fact that she often needs more help doing basic things, but she’s determined to get what she needs to be done so that all her hard work could be rewarded and so she can finally apply for her dream college.
Ginette snapped Hazel out of her daze by nudging her shoulder and giving Hazel a warm smile.
As the speaker on the train goes off “Now arriving at Blackwater station!”
The duo got up from their seat and stepped through the doors of the train into the outside world. Stepping off the train they both shivered as the cold autumn air grazed their skin.
“How do you feel?” Ginette asks, Hazel just hums in response “About it being our last year, I mean.”
“Oh, I don't know I'm just surprised the two of us made it this far you know.”
“Yeah, I'm surprised I wasn't expelled a long time ago.”
Hazel gives her friend a smirk as Ginette groans in annoyance “Why is it so damn cold Autumn just started” Hazel now lets out a breathy laugh as she puts her hands in her pocket to shield them from the cold.
As the two walked through Black Water's most commercial Street, a sense of nostalgia washed over Hazel. Stores and market stalls scattered around the path, a warm glow emanating from inside several shops as Hazel remembers her first day at Selmor High fondly. That day was cold as people started putting up decorations for Thanksgiving, Fairy lights and leaves adorned the street as people came from near and far to see their annual fall festival. Her mother holding her left hand and her father holding her right, it was first grade and Hazel was extremely nervous the large school looming over her was daunting. Hazel's mind phased back to the present time as she looked over to her friend Ginette who was humming quietly while skipping along the path alongside her. Hazel thinks about the day the two of them bumped into each other and how they were inseparable ever since, it's the only time Hazel was thankful for her clumsiness.
And in the blink of an eye, the two had arrived at the front gate of the school.
The school Was just as looming as ever but now it didn't scare her in fact it was quite comforting, the brick walls were covered with Ivy and autumn leaves, and it looked as though it was pulled right out of a fantasy book. Through the years the school's visuals never changed, they were always the same, the two walked up the same old stone stairs and walked through the same old wooden doors heading to the office stepping on the old granite floor their shoes clicking against it, going to retrieve their schedules.
“Hey, we have all the same classes, that's weird you'd think they'd know better than to put us together”.
Ginette chuckled, Hazel giving her a sigh “How will I ever survive being with you for this long GG”.
“Hey, I'm not that annoying” Ginette squeaked as Hazel started to laugh as they walked to their first class of the day.
After the day was through, they headed out Hazel stopped dead in her tracks “Oh no I forgot my notebook Ginette You go on ahead I'll catch up later”.
“Hmm OK don't take too long or I'll head to my house without you” Ginette teased as Hazel turned around rolling her eyes speed walking back into the school.
As Hazel walked into the last room she was in, she spotted her notebook right where she thought she left it “Oh thank God it's still here" she said breathing a sigh of relief grabbing her notebook she quickly turned around and walked out the door while looking down at her notebook making sure everything's still there until her body collided with what seemed to be another person, stumbling back Hazel blinked her eyes trying to process what had just happened noticing a pair of shoes in front of her.
“Oh, I'm so sorry are you” her words trailing off as she looked up at the person. His eyes were cold and irritated and with a low sigh he said, “Whatever just watch where you're going next time”.
Hazel didn't even have time to reply as the next thing she knew was the boy was gone. It was only then that she realized that she was holding her breath the whole time letting out a huge sigh.
“wow”
was all she could say her mind racing with questions like who was he? Why had she never seen him before? Was he new!? Walking out of the school doors, her nose stung with the scent of cigarettes turning her head, she saw the same boy from just moments ago and he was smoking. She gave him a questioning look but turned away thinking it was none of her business. As she walked away, she hadn't noticed that his eyes were on her as well, watching her as she disappeared down the path.
Once she arrived at the train station, she sighed thankful that her friend didn't actually leave her.
Ginette ran up to her and asked, “Hazel what took you so long?”
“Oh sorry”
“I missed like three trains because of you,” Ginette said putting a hand on her hip before looking at her friend again realizing that something was off “Hey you good?”
“Oh yeah I'm fine it's just I had an encounter of sorts with someone I've never seen before.”
“Well, it's not like you talk to every person in our school.”
“I know but I don't think I've even ever seen him before,” Hazel said looking away from her friend, Ginette giving Hazel a questioning look but decided not to pry any further.
“Maybe he's just new although it is strange, we don't get many new students unless they're a first year but maybe time will tell”.
As the two walked down one of Blackwater's side roads Ginette spoke up “Hey is it cool if we run to the store really quick, I need to pick up something for my dad.”
“Sure, I don't mind I need to pick up a few things myself.”
Hazel replied as the two walked over to the grocery store.
Hazel and Ginette parted ways, Hazel heading to the snack aisle to grab a few things like chips, soda, and some gummy bears to satiate her sweet tooth before heading to the back where the dry food was and grabbed two bags of rice before walking up to the counter meeting her friend halfway.
“Do you really need that much rice” Ginette questioned looking at her friend suspiciously.
“Yes, I do, you of all people should know how much me and my mom eat rice it's such a versatile thing you know just like potatoes”
“I don't think I'll ever understand your obsession, but you do you I guess” Hazel laughed at her friend's concern before putting her stuff on the counter.
Hazel also grabbed the stuff from Ginette putting them on the counter as well.
“What are you doing?”
“Paying” Hazel answered simply while Ginette looked at her with a surprised look.
After Hazel paid the two walked out of the grocery store Ginette glaring daggers at Hazel
“Why must you always pay for my stuff I can afford it you know.”
“I never said you couldn't, but as for why I always pay for you I don't know I just feel like it's the right thing to do” Ginette leaned on her friend in annoyance before accepting her response.
As the two walked back to the train station they sat in silence waiting for the train to arrive, once it did, they got on and got off at Spring Valley station where Ginette and her parents live. Ever since day one Ginette’s parents welcomed her with open arms and always saw her as part of the family which warmed Hazel's heart in a way. Ginette’s side of town wasn’t as exciting as Blackwater nor was it as commercial, mostly full of residents and a few shops here and there but that's, but despite that it was cozy and a nice place to just chill and hang out, and that's what they did a lot of the time, especially after school.
The rest of the day wasn’t really eventful, it was kind of just their normal routine every other day they’d either go to Hazel's house or Ginette’s place and just talk for hours about stupid random stuff.
Hazel noticed the sun starting to set so she said her goodbyes and headed home.
Although during the day Spring Vally was very beautiful during the night it was kind of eerie, the roads shrouded in a layer of fog the only light was from the moon and the streetlights above, not to mention she was walking home alone although she's been doing this for a long-time hazel doesn’t think that she’ll ever get used to that feeling.
Waiting for the train to come never felt longer and once it did, she stepped on as quickly as she could, getting out of the darkness, and letting out a sigh of relief before sitting down and getting relaxed for the long ride home.
As Hazel rested against the trains seat her mind wandered thinking about the boy from earlier, something about him kept luring her in maybe it was his amber eyes that seemed to see right through her, or the fact she’d never seen him before and that she knew nothing about him, and what secrets could he be holding. But whatever it was she couldn't get him out of her mind even as she laid in bed all she could think about was him.
She needed to know more.
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Lyrics:
Love for everyone
When the world is ever changing
Light a candle in the dark
There's a source of inspiration in the air
Let the magic dry your tears and heal your heart
A wonderful dream of love and peace for everyone
Of living our lives in perfect harmony
A wonderful dream of joy and fun for everyone
To celebrate a life where all are free
Now the children's eyes are shining
Like they never shown before
Let their dreams and aspirations light our way
Living life in harmony forever more
A wonderful dream of love and peace for everyone (love and peace for all)
Of living our lives in perfect harmony
A wonderful dream of joy and fun for everyone (a time for hope and joy)
To celebrate a life where all are free
Celebrate a life where dreams come true
Love is the reason it's always the real thing
Watch out, look around
Celebrate a life that's free
(Watch out, look around)
Love is coming, feel it all around
(Watch out, look around)
Love is coming, feel it all around
(Watch out, look around)
Feel the love it's a wonderful dream
A wonderful dream of love and peace for everyone (oh for everyone)
Of living our lives in perfect harmony
A wonderful dream of joy and fun for everyone (time for hope and joy)
To celebrate a life where all are free
Songwriter:
La la la la la la
La la la la la la (A wonderful dream)
Celebrate a life where dreams come true
Love's the reason it's always the real thing (love for everyone)
Ben Naftali / Jon Nettlesby / Julien Nairolf / Melanie Thornton / Mitchell Lennox / Rich Airis / Scott Kemper / Terry Coffey
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The talented singer grew up in Charlston, South Carolina. Like many other little girls, she dreams of one day standing and singing on stages around the world in front of a large audience. Inspired by artists such as Aretha Franklin, Roberta Flack, the Temptations and the sound of the Motown label, she began singing in front of the mirror at home at the age of six. At the age of twelve she received singing lessons for the first time. During her time at college she financed herself through jobs in cover bands. Sometimes she appears on stage at blues and jazz bars and other clubs four times a week. This goes on for two and a half years until she reaches a point where she realizes that she can no longer develop as a singer in this position. At this time, her sister, who lives in Germany, kept asking when she would come to visit her. She arrives at the airport pretty broke and with only $15 in her luggage.
Uncle Bob - her sister's husband - has good contacts with producers and musicians. So she manages to make ends meet at first by recording vocals for other bands and projects. In 1993 she recorded the song "Sweet Dreams" with producers Amir Saraf and Uli Brenner. The track, which would become one of La Bouche's biggest successes, caught the attention of Frank Farian, legendary producer of the even more legendary Milli Vanilli fake. With a renowned label behind you, everything goes very quickly. From Italy, the single climbed to the top of the charts across Europe and also landed in the top five in its American homeland. The dance duo's initial success can continue for some time, but its shelf life in the fast-moving pop world is short.
Melanie herself knows this very well and so she carefully begins to slowly build up her solo career. She leaves a first lasting impression with the single “Lov How You Love Me”. The ballad catches the ear pretty quickly, but it doesn't have much in common with its La Bouche period. The Melanie Thornton brand also worked without mass-produced beats. Appearances on many television shows bring her face back into the spotlight. Things could have continued like this, especially since "Wonderful Dream" was chosen for a Coca Cola commercial. However, Melanie Thornton's tragic end comes just as her career as a solo artist is just beginning. In the snow on November 24, 2001, the pilot of the plane that was supposed to fly her to a performance in Switzerland missed the approach to the runway at Zurich airport. The machine crashed in a forest, killing 24 people. Melanie Thornton was only 33 years old.
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Tattoo design As with lots of well-known locations on the Thailand vacationer path, Koh Tao has ended up being a well-liked area for visitors to get some permanent minds etched onto their skin. The name demonstrates a deep link to the Koh family members and is showed in the title of the famous Buddhist amount's papa who is additionally the father of our current time Grandpa. Additional Info is a household man's dream. This summer season after being included in TV commercials, he came to be the very first owner of a Koh Tao resort. As with Koh Tao scooter service, massage therapy shops, dive centers, and pharmacies, there is no scarcity of design parlours on the isle, and it is improbable you’ll stroll the duration of any road without finding one somewhere along the technique. When speaking about design shops, you merely may listen to them communicate about the significance of tattoos and how that matters, suggesting to the various styles of tattoos and how they are connected to particular capabilities. For some people, a Koh Tao design might have been on the ‘container listing’ all along, but for a lot of it is undoubtedly a even more unplanned take in! The new Koh Tao tattoo that was featured on the cover of The Post, readily available next Tuesday, was a image of a girl on her legs, still in surprise of what she would experience (the picture of her "stomach" was inspired through the KMT). Along with most Koh Tao tattoo shops staying available late right into the night, the appeal after a handful of alcoholic beverages may verify a little also much for some, and allow’s merely mention we’ve certainly viewed our fair reveal of ‘interesting’ ink over the years. But this is a tale that goes beyond just how appealing a design is to acquire our face painted and on a whole lot of amounts. It's also incredibly significant to view how lots of people are happening in at one opportunity. There are actually likewise a couple of other aspects to bear in thoughts… Tidiness In contrast to popular desire, Koh Tao tattoo stores are usually unbelievably tidy, sterilized, and clean. The only point that leaves behind the tattooist's opportunity and funds better invested is cleaning the stores. All these aspects also aid produce the work a great take in for those who enjoy to produce art. The design expert's workplace is accessible and can easily be discovered in the facility of the create. The majority of are perhaps also cleaner than in western nations. Many have less poisonous substances. All were discovered when a tiny amount was infused into rats, and the micro-organisms in those samples were not soaked up in the course of their typical lifestyle. I discover that there would be some perk. There are research studies connecting alcoholic drinks to a decrease in blood tension, which decreases blood pressure. I would likewise say they are very most likely to lower blood sweets because the blood stream sugar is greater in high dosage rodents. That being said, it pays to double-check treatments and inquire concerns ahead of time if you have any sort of hesitations. If you have experienced an trauma, then it may take three months for the individual to have their health condition figured out. It's better to follow up on a health care examination so that there would be no risk of problems due to an infection or a clinical urgent. You may additionally require to report a minor-risk accident in situation they are experiencing normal exercise. Bamboo Vs Machine Tattoos If you decide to go ahead, the major decision you are going to need to have to produce (design apart of program) is whether to possess your Koh Tao design with bamboo or device. This has to be a consideration, since equipment is one of the very most functional tattooing techniques you will definitely come across. If you make a decision to possess a bamboo tattoo in addition to guidebook or automatic tattooing, after that I suggest not assuming of it as manual tattooing, merely handbook.
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Bamboo designs are the most typical in Thailand, and the art goes back over 3000 years. In this picture, the three tattoos are in the center of a tree tree. There are many Chinese-style designs you may view on this blog. My favorite is the long white colored tattoo design on the nose of the horse Gunga. Hoods from the metropolitan area of Shenzhen are very multicolored, so I think this is something to add to a collection! In the aged times, priests would possess religious scriptures and messages tattooed onto their physical bodies for protection, and soldiers and civilians as well would gather to the holy places to obtain tattoos coming from the monks for protection, toughness, fortune, success, and also invisibility! It helped make feeling to placed even more importance on how efficient the abbots were in providing the community. Today, nonetheless, it's typical to observe the monks lugging out the practices that help make the very most detectable influence.
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You FLT Into me captures Tattoos interest in the mechanisms of language, the different kind of words, and the many layers of meanings. This is an analysis of the poem You Fit Into Me that begins with You fit into me like a hook into an eye. This poem, despite being short, has many different interpretations of the characters, the ambiguity within the words, and the understanding that the readers should draw from it. I thought it was a disgusting image, of a fish hook delving itself into an eye. The third line, a fish hook, fish hooks are usually created to ensnare a fish, be it by ripping a hole in their cheek, or to the inside of their throats. Talks about her relationship with another person (presumably, a partner) but feels trapped. She uses violent imagery to describe how she's. you fit into me Analysis. Use the criteria sheet to understand greatest poems or improve your poetry analysis essay. A second summary situation setting sentence with the transition "however" is used to emphasize the shift in the poem's meaning. It was like something shattered in my mind. you fit into me Analysis. The length is short, but metaphorically communicating. The title of the poem is in within a square bracket since title is the same as first line of the poem. Is the speaker in the poem simply telling us how horrible this other personfits into him or her. Stick with it and understand the different types of sentences that are used and what their function is in the analysis. The speaker described how close she is to you.
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Talks about her relationship with another person (presumably, a partner) but feels trapped. Situation is established then later there is a shift bringing in another insight, then resolution arises. You'll get access to all of the you fit into me content, as well as access to more than 30,000 additional guides and more than 350,000 Homework Help questions answered by our experts. Ask a question. " [you fit into me]" first appeared in Canadian author Margaret Atwood's Power Politics, a 1971 poetry collection exploring feminist themes. In four short lines, the poem's speaker reveals the horror that may lie just beneath the surface of romance. On its broadest level, the poem suggests that, in romantic love, there's a fine line between passion and pain. Readers can easily grasp what the poet is saying in the short possible way through metaphors. You Fit into Me By Margaret Atwood. - Academic Master. The two people in this poem, the speaker and her lover, connect in an intimate way as if they were manufactured to be together. An example of the latter kind of synecdoche, when the whole signifies the part, is when Andre Agassiz claims (or used to claim) in a commercial, "Image is everything.". The speaker may be using humor to express the discomfort her partner causes. The four line poem has aaba rhyme scheme where only third line has a different sound that is hook, where as rest are me and eye ( eye is repeated twice.). Feel free to borrow ideas but please do not steal word-for-word. You Fit Into Me Analysis - 773 Words Cram. It may mean that the pain the speaker is going through is specific to her and she cannot express it to others in a way they understand. The speaker hopes for a quiet sleep and a sweet dream, or a peaceful passing. Do you see various shades of meaning help establish relationships or patterns in the text? In this poem, the author plays with the various.
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There are many interpretations of this poem. The hook and eye, on the other hand, cling together but remain separate, although the hook penetrates the eye. The poem consists of two imagesor perhaps one should say that it is one image changed, distorted, or clarified in the second stanza. Additionally, there are multiple occurrences of words like into and hook Normally this would not be noteworthy, but when a poem is this short, these moments stick out. His dad is drunk, though when he was little he didnt quite know what that meant, yet when his dad came in he Just went along with his dad dancing and having so much fun, but the pans in the kitchen slid off onto the ground, yet the son nor the dad cared they were having fun. Due to the ambiguity of the characters and words, different meanings may be drawn from the poem, each with equal validity. The speaker hopes for a quiet sleep and a sweet dream, or a peaceful passing. The speaker is looking forward to the end of his Journey on the sea, Just as he. Pain Pain is widely interpreted to be the main theme of the poem. synecdoche a figure of speech which in mentioning a part signifies the whole or in which the whole signifies the part. It is possible to assume that the poet wanted readers to focus on the message of the poem rather than the poem itself. It shows the two sides of a relationship, or how a relationship might seem at first, and what it is like at the end. An Analysis of the Poem You Fit into Me by Margaret Atwood. Heres my #prezi presentation on You fit into me. This is part of the IB and other curricula around the world. Hope you enjoy my analysis of this short yet. As we can observe in the poem the speaker addresses her partner first in both the stanzas which shows that she is prioritising him and giving him attention. Lets Explore. You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood. What did I know, what did I know of loves austere and lonely offices?
[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood Poem Meaning. The first lines of You Fit Into Me speak on a connection between two lovers. One is that, as mentioned above, the purpose of the hook-and-eye fastening is generally to constrict a woman's body. In You fit into me, what initially appears a conventional, even silly love poem quickly becomes dark and harrowing. Atwood overturns the expected. She also does not consider herself as a feminist and she does not designate her works as feminist. [you fit into me] Summary & Analysis by Margaret Atwood. Formlessness allows poets express themselves in any way possible. In the first two lines of You Fit Into Me, the speaker makes a simple statement. As an example, although only consisting of 4 lines, You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood contains a universal theme, about the nature of love, that is presented in a way that makes it unforgettable. The poem creates a perfect image in the readers minds and immediately shatters it before the readers even gets a chance to understand it. I remember the very softness of cool and warm sand and tiny alive mice and my father saying things. The few words used enable readers take each and every word as extremely important. It has been used at least since the fourteenth century and was particularly common in women's garments designed to restrict and constrict the body, the most obvious example being the corset.
These lines do not have a rhyme scheme, but they are unified by their lack of punctuation and capitalization. This directs the poem through a feminist lense, a lense that is commonly used when examining Atwoods work. Its a good memory because his father saved tiny pink animals mice. You Fit Into Me Margaret Atwood lazylanguage. Love Only people you love can cause you great pain. 06 Connotation and Attitude You Fit Into Me Poetry. First stanza, you fit into me like a hook into an eye, the readers are able to see the image of some two people happily in love. "You Fit Into Me" A One Paragraph Analysis You Fit Into Me Margaret Atwood you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye Margaret Atwood's "You Fit Into Me" portrays the helplessness and pain of feeling trapped in an unhealthy romantic relationship. (I) The poem begins on a positive note (S with a little E).
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Love and Its Expressions in Atwood's Poem [You Fit into Me]. You Fit Into Me Margaret Atwood writes in a vivid, witty and often sharply discomfiting style in all of her literary works. To call her a feminist author is in a way selling her short as her work, while often centered on issues of gender, has also focused on Canadian national identity, Canada's relations with the United States and Europe, human rights issues,. You Fit Into Me Margaret Atwood Analysis. Rather than a hook-and-eye closure, in these lines, the speaker is considering a sharp fish hook and an open eye. OK, so this tiny, and amazing little poem is the one that helped me to realize how much power and emotion is hidden within the written language. Margaret Atwood says that my poems usually begin with words or phrases which appeal more because of their sound than their meaning, and the movement and phrasing of a poem are very important to me. Main themes in the poem [you fit into me] are Love, Pain, complexities of relationships and appearances which are deceiving. Since the poem is. The longer they are together the longer the hook will be In the eye and will hurt a lot more.
[you fit into me] Poem Summary and Analysis LitCharts. For example, when Margaret Atwood writes, in her poem "You Fit into Me," "you fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye," she means just what she says and wants the reader to experience the rightness of the first comparison, with its suggestion of sexuality, and the shock and pain of the second comparison. metaphor an implied analogy which imaginatively identifies one object with another and ascribes to the first one or more qualities of the second, or invests the first with emotional or imaginative qualities of the second. In Swift's "A Description of the Morning," the "ruddy morn" of line 2 is an image; so, too, are the "broomy stumps" of line 9. First stanza, you fit into me like a hook into an eye, the readers are able to see the image of some two people happily in love. Very gently, he scooped tiny pink animals into the palm of his hand and told me to touch them. And this despite the fact that his dad had lit all the fires in is house, and even polished his kids shoes for church to look good. This is revealed to be a fish hook and an open eye, but many have suggested that it means a hook-and-eye which is a type of fastener used in bras and corsets or the eye being the eye of a needle. The speaker talks about her relationship with another person (presumably, a partner) and how its violent but she cant escape. 'You Fit Into Me' by Margaret Atwood is a short poem that discusses the perils of love through a clever, surprising simile. The first lines of 'You Fit Into Me'. Practical Criticism "You fit into me" - Thomas Reynolds' Blog. When the speaker of Ben Jonson's poem laments the "adulteries of art," he compares not only the act of dressing to an art, but also compares that art to committing adultery; the first comparison ascribes the qualities of art to the everyday act of dressing, while the second comparison encourages us to see such art in the same emotional terms as an act of adultery. A more obvious moment of allusion appears in T.S. Fish hook does not fit into an open eye, and it is a disturbing visual to imagine. Blackmur, all metaphors are made up of two parts a tenor, which is the idea being expressed or the subject of the comparison, and a vehicle, which is the image by which the idea is conveyed or the subject is communicated. You Fit Into Me Margaret Atwood Analysis. Post-Modern writing often appears vague in nature, permitting the reader to infer deeper meanings upon reading the work, again and again. One feels compelled to reread the work, to better comprehend what is said in a just few sparse lines, as with Margaret Atwoods very short poem, You Fit into Me. At first, the poems four lines appear to. Hook and Eye have been used as metaphors to represent the speaker and her partner.
is a short poem that discusses the perils of love through a clever, surprising. Id wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. Verse Going "You Fit Into Me" A One Paragraph Analysis. You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood POETRY ANALYSIS. He really misses talking to his dad and listening to him not his wisdom talk but his voice. After the wife proves her love, the man finally decides to sell her the white, lustrous cloth. She would have made her point, but she would not have written a poem. you fit into me Analysis Last Reviewed on January 17, 2020, by eNotes Editorial. Word Count 665 Margaret Atwood's poem is sixteen words, eighteen syllables, four lines, and two stanzas long,. I took one look, smirked, and wrote STUPID across the page. You see, this poem, in my own opinion, shows the perfections, and the wonders of love; Of true love. You Fit Into Me is a short, four-line poem that was published in Atwoods collection Power Politics in 1971. These include repetition, simile and juxtaposition. This poem's use of a pun is unexpected, since puns are more often associated with light verse than with images of horror. The poem obviously. The speaker paints a picture of the windy day with the white clouds flying.
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[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood Poetry Foundation. You fit into me succinctly captures Atwoods interest in the mechanisms of language, the multiplicity of words, and the many layers of meanings. The speaker then tells us that hed get out of bed once the house was warm and when his father called for him. She uses violent imagery to describe how shes feeling. You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood is a four-line poem thats separated into two sets of two lines. These lines do not have a rhyme scheme, but they are unified by their lack of punctuation and capitalization. There are a few poetic techniques a close reader might notice. These include repetition, simile and juxtaposition. The title leads the reader to believe that the poem is about how the speaker is in a perfect relationship. The degree of closeness is revealed to be trapping and violent in the eyes of the speaker. To me this poem could be interpreted as a metaphor for a bad relationship. A couple meets, falls in love and begins to hit it off, fitting. Atwood overturns the expected definition of hook and eye and replaces it with an image of brutality and violence. The degree of pain however is not exactly clear. "You Fit into Me" by Margaret Atwood by Gelsey Torres - Prezi. Which AC version does this analysis attempt?. A hook-and-eye fastening is one of the simplest ways of holding garments together.
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Hence the poem maybe assumed to be the way the speaker takes out her frustration. Housman's "Eight O'clock" uses the clock as a symbol the clock is both a clock which tells the town what time it is, but it also stands for the abstract concept of time - here, a sense of obligation, or of power and control. The hook and eye, in these lines at least, references a hook-and-eye closure. The clock in Housman's "Eight O'clock" is personified it "sprinkle[s]" the quarter hours on the town and figuratively "strikes" the "he" of the poem, as well as literally "strik[ing]" (chiming) the hour of the morning. He was teaching his son to be friendly and he also trusted his son (it came with trust). You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood - Poem Analysis. Let's Explore. You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood. you fit into me. like a hook into an eye. a fish hook. an open eye. By Margaret Atwood. WARNING SPOILERS. Synopsis The speaker talks about her relationship with another person (presumably, a partner) and how its violent but. Regarded as one of Canadas finest living writers, Margaret Atwood is a poet, novelist, story writer, essayist, and environmental activist. It may also be more than just a physical fit, it may be a mental fit that they have thoughts that fit each other, or that their personalities match each other. Even though her partner fits into her physically, he is like a fish hook that is not welcome into an open eye. Korbyn Peebles unearths the subtext of Margaret Atwood's short poem [You Fit into Me] to analyze how its jarring, two-stanza struc- ture reveals a dualistic. A poem's basic structure might be described as a situation established first, and then a sort of shift that leads to a new insight, resolution, or further complication that seems unresolvable or is further commented upon. The intention of the poet in saying that fish hook fits into open eye maybe to convey the pain the eye (Speaker) is experiencing. His voice, the slight catch, the depth from his thin chest, the tremble of emotion in something he has Just said to his son, his song We planted corn one spring at AC- we planted several times but this one particular time I remember the soft damp sand in my hand. In fact, more perfectly than most things I could imagine. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
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YOU FIT INTO ME by MARGARET ATWOOD (POEM ANALYSIS). (E) She compares this fit to that of a "hook into an eye" (2). To me this poem could be interpreted as a metaphor for a bad relationship. Analysis of Poem. Margaret Atwood opens the poem by saying, you fit into me. This gives the audience a warm feeling, as though the couple suit each other. And made me finally realize that often times, we have to analyze poetry to understand the beauty. The poem title itself deceives the reader. Poetry test Thursday October 3 You fit Into me By. Margaret Atwood You FLT into me like a hook into an eye a fishhook an open eye What initially appears to be a silly love poem quickly becomes dark and harrowing. Atwood overturns the expected definition of hook and eye and replaces it with an Image of brutality and violence. POPULISM, a feature employed appealing words that are familiar to the readers. Only the last two lines actually give the true picture. It shows the two sides of a relationship, or how a relationship might seem at first, and what it is like at the end. The second is that this image somehow manages to be both domestic and coldly mechanical. This poem was written in the year 1971 and when she wrote this poem she was married to Jim Polk, an American writer, whom she divorced in 1973. Imagery and Figurative Language - Kansas State University. Thinking about eyelashes falling into my eye hurts, but a hook, no, stop the mental torture. According to the speaker, his pops gets up super early every Sunday morning I think he wakes up very early and gets out of the house to get away from the chronic angers in the morning and continuing his lonely offices to light fires In the fireplaces to warm up their home. personification a figure of speech which endows animals, ideas, abstractions, and inanimate objects with human form, character, or sensibilities. The potential violence of this image is underscored by the speaker's phrasing. Juxtaposition occurs when two contrasting things are placed near one another in order to emphasize that contrast.
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Harry is new to town and signs up his eight-year-old daughter, Josie to the soccer team where he takes an interest in the well-respected Coach Y/N.
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A/N: Hello friends! I hope you’ve been well, honestly I had this idea for a while and it wasn’t until I stepped back from another piece and came back this one that it began to flow. im proud of what I wrote and I hope you enjoy. my longest piece to date :) I do hope you all love it. 
Warnings: sweet dad harry, slight angst, slight smut
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"You're going to do great."
"I know, dad." Harry's eight-year-old daughter responds.
"Hey, I'm being supportive." Harry shakes Josie's foot, causing her to laugh.
"Thank you, I'm excited. Honest." Josie puts her hand over her heart, making Harry's heart melt.
He hadn't seen his daughter smile this much since they found out about the tryout that was soon to start in fifteen minutes. He felt awful making her move from their home in Georgia, but it was time, and this new opportunity would be good for them. Josie hated to leave her friends but mostly her soccer team with whom she had been with since she started playing at the age of five, but Harry promised he would find her a team, and he did.
The team was different from back home, seeing as it was an all-girl team instead of a mixed team of boys and girls. Not that he minds; he feels this will hopefully allow Josie to branch out and make friends that would not pick on her for playing what they said was "a boy's game." Those parents pissed him off back in Georgia, but he's gone, and he prays this goes well.
"Do you think mom will visit my games more now that we're closer?" Josie's green eyes peer up at him, reminding him that she looks nothing like her mother and is his little clone.
"I hope so. She was excited to hear about the move, remember." Josie nods before glancing at the field where other girls were chatting as they laced up their cleats.
Harry despised his ex-girlfriend, the mother of his child. At the age of nineteen, he became a father, and his ex, three years older than him, didn't want to raise a child to a man who wouldn't marry her. They were together for two months when he called it quits until she came back a month later, calling him an asshole for getting her pregnant. After giving birth to his beautiful girl, she gave him full custody, not wanting to worry about diapers and night cries.
All she worried about was getting her figure back. It wasn't until Josie turned one that she came back and demanded to be part of her life, leading to them going to court and getting to see Josie on the weekends, and it went well because his daughter always came back happy after a visit. When Josie turned five, Claudia moved to California because she fell in love and was going to get married. Claudia didn't care that she was leaving Josie behind. A heartbroken girl not knowing why she couldn't be part of her mother's wedding and why she moved across the country so far from her.
Josie cried for a whole week straight until the ice skates showed up on the front door with a note from Claudia for Josie to chase her dreams. Thus, having Harry sign her up for ice skating classes came to an end in two short weeks when she learned how awful the leotards looked on her.
Josie was then determined to find a sport liking the idea of being active and having the chance to make friends, which led to her seeing soccer on the TV when a commercial of Alex Morgan for Nike came on. She asked question after question until Harry told her okay, and went to call a friend to see where he could find a team for her.
The first team they found was only boys, not wanting to mix, causing both of them to get upset, but a mom took pity on them and told them of the Sunnyville team looking for players. It was perfect; seven girls and eight boys were on the team, and Josie fit in perfectly until she didn't.
At first, Josie wasn't very good; no kid is, but Harry every night took her to their large backyard and practiced with her, and within a few months, she was able to dribble a ball at her feet without looking down constantly. She wasn't the best, but she was improving.
Harry enjoyed every minute he got to help her improve because within the next few years, he saw her go from being timid to push someone away from the ball to beating someone in a sprint.
California was a significant change for Harry and Josie, but this was a big deal for the company, and Josie understood. He was happy he could do something for her now it was her turn to shine and prove why she deserved a spot on the team.
"Now go prove why you're the best, petal." Harry kisses his daughter's forehead, taking her bag over his shoulder.
She takes a step forward before stopping. "Walk with me there, daddy."
Harry's smile softens, "Of course, honey."
They march forward, their steps in sync; Harry can feel eyes on both of them as they pass parents in their chairs, some sitting on blankets spread out on the grass.
There's a woman, dressed in black Nike sweats, some fancy Nike cleats on her feet and a plain maroon tank top and over to cover from the breeze is a windbreaker; the team logo on the left side over her heart and right under is a name he can't quite make out. If Harry's being honest, she took his breath away, she's gorgeous, and she's smiling at him. Harry's sure if he kept looking into her eyes, he would fall in love.
"Hello, I'm Coach Y/N." She greets them with a big smile on their face.
"Hi, I'm Josie, and this is my dad, Harry Styles." Josie steps forward, holding her hand out that the coach is quick to shake.
"Nice to meet you." Harry finally speaks.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles. I've got all the paperwork that you submitted, and everything looks good."
"That's great." Harry nods, keeping his eyes on her. "Just Harry is fine, please." She nods, letting him know she heard him.
"Nice accent, you English?" Y/N asks.
"I am, Josie was born there too, but she's lived in the states all her life."
Y/N nods, "No wonder I didn't spot an accent on her." She teases.
"My dad sounds funny, so one of us is okay." Josie jokes at Harry's expense.
"Hey now," Harry pouts, causing both to laugh and his heart to flutter, wanting to make Y/N do it again.
"Now, Josie, how about we introduce you to the girls before we get started."
Josie nods and steps forward to follow Y/N.
Y/N addresses him one last time, "You're welcome to sit by the parents or welcome to stand behind our bench on the sidelines."
"Thank you." Harry watches the walk away, his daughter's bright pink socks standing out around the flash of black, green, and blue. He smiles, knowing he'll have a good eye on her, as will the coach.
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It has been a while since the team had a tryout for the Golden Sparks team. It has not been necessary because most of the young girls are already on the u-9 team.
She had heard the rumor of new people moving into town but wasn't sure, so on a whim, she added them up in places parents were bound to see them; at the grocery store, doctor's office, the school, and the local sports store.
Thanks to the flyers, they got two responses from Mr. Styles and Mrs. Clover, who wanted their girls to join. Mrs. Clover's daughter, Caitlyn, was switching over from a different team, so she knew the girls on the team well. Josie, the daughter of Mr. Styles, would be the only one who needed an introduction as she was new to the town.
After meeting Harry, she was surprised at how handsome and young he was. Most parents here are well over the age of thirty and are married or dating.
She has been coaching for four years now and only started because of her niece Juliet who is part of the team. Y/N's older sister, Clara, had Juliet at 23 a year after her wedding and when Y/N was only 18 and about to start university. It was a good thing she had decided to go to university only three hours away and not across the country as she first thought, or she would have missed so much of her niece's and goddaughter's life.
Y/N had just graduated and knew she would no longer be playing soccer and needed something to do when her sister Naomi approached her and asked her if she could watch over Juliet for the summer so they didn't need to get a babysitter. She was more than happy to accept.
At first, they would paint, color and dance, but they got bored quickly. Y/N wasn't one to spend her time inside, so instead, she decided to take her four-year-old niece to the park with a soccer ball and make the most of it.
At the local park, they both ran around each day, chasing the ball for hours. A week later, Y/N bought Juliet her first pair of cleats, letting her shoot in the nets. As the weeks went by Y/N, saw Juliet improve as well as take direction well. She was a bright young girl, and Y/N knew she was still small, and all she wanted to do was run, but Y/N knew that because Juliet had seen her play, she knew what was right and wrong. There were times when she just ran in circles picking flowers because, after all, she was a four-year-old.
A month into summer, a mom approached her, asking her if she was a coach because she saw her there every day. Y/N laughed it off and told her she was just taking care of her niece. The mom told her it was a shame because her daughter told her it looked like fun. Y/N smiled and said to her that she was welcome to join, and before she knew it, a bunch of little girls came together to kick a ball around.
Only when Y/N had over ten girls showing up every Monday and Wednesday at a designated time did she begin to look at soccer leagues for children, and to her luck, there was one in town, an all-girls league that started from age 4 to age 18. She got the paperwork required for her to be a coach and for the girl's parents to fill out. She pitched the idea, and everyone was aboard.
That is how Golden Sparks was created, and those four-year-olds are now eight. She has watched them grow in front of her eyes. She went through her master's coaching a team. It's just something she does as a hobby, and it's wonderful because she knows how vital her coaches were for her when she was growing up. Now she can do the same.
She loves these girls, which means she had to do trial runs for how well the new girls fit in with the team dynamic. That is why today is an important day for Caitlyn and Josie.
"Ladies, may I please have your attention?" Y/N calls out to all the girls trying to juggle their individual balls as they wait for her.
The girls quickly shuffle over, passing their balls to Kate, who is setting up both nets and getting out the bright pink pinnies that Emilia's parents donated to the team that the girls will be needing.
Josie is standing very close to Y/N, and Caitlyn comes to stand to her other side.
"Now, today's practice is going to be different. We have two guests today. We have Caitlyn, who comes from Ice Angels from across town, and Josie, who comes from Georgia all the way across the country. I hope you will be kind and welcoming because we would be honored to add them to the team."
Juliet raises her hand and smiles, waiting for Y/N to let her speak. "Yes, Miss Juliet," Y/N giggles.
"Can we say something interesting about ourselves when we introduce ourselves?"
"Now, that is a smart idea. I wish I would have thought about it." All the girls smile, waiting for her to share.
"I'll start, I guess." She puts her hand on her hip, exaggerating her thinking face. "My name is Y/N, and I'll be your coach, and something interesting is that I like to paint." She turns to Kate, who is standing there, arms crossed. "You're next."
"I'm Kate, the meaner coach,"
"Kate," Y/N chastise.
"Kidding," Kate laughs, capturing all of the girls' attention. "I'm the assistant coach, and I love making tamales. Next potluck, you'll know how amazing they are."
Kate volunteers Steph, standing next to her, allowing her to share, and before she knows it, all the girls have gone. It's a calm environment, and Y/N is happy she can help these girls be a part of that. There were a total of fourteen girls, sixteen now with the two new girls trying out, meaning they would have even teams of eight, just one more than in an actual game.
Y/N makes two teams by dividing her forwards, midfielders and defenders. Then the scrimmage vest were handed out to the team where the new girls were trying out.
"Four twelve-minutes quarters," Y/N shouts, and in the next second, Kate blows the whistle, and they begin.
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Harry was sweating, his focus was on Josie and how well she was playing, but he also noticed how the coach was whispering to her assistant coach. They were doing a lot of talking, and he did not like it one bit. They had finished two quarters and took a more extended break before the third, where Josie shot him a thumbs up after drinking water. She was too busy talking to a girl to come see him. Harry was happy she no longer felt nervous and was making friends.
He had heard nothing but good things about Golden Sparks and their coaches, but he was nervous about what they thought of his daughter. When they blew that final whistle, Harry let out the breath he was holding. Thankful that Josie would be told her fate on the team.
The coaches rounded them up, and Harry just wanted to rush over there and have them tell him there and then, but no, they were dragging it out for him. Then again, they had more than one player to look after for.
"Golden Sparks!"
It was shouted out by all the girls, and they rushed over to their bags. Josie walked to her bag, handing her pinnie to the assistant coach while Coach Y/N made her way over to another parent. A young girl with a long french braid made her way to the coach, most likely to talk about her fate on the team. Harry moves his gaze away from them when he spots Josie chatting away to a girl about her age, wearing a black top with the team's logo on it. Usually, after practice, she rushes over to Harry, and she slips out of her cleats in the car. It makes him emotional seeing her make friends, something she didn't have many in her previous team.
Before he knows it, the coach talks with Josie and the other young girl before she nods and gets up, swinging her bag over her shoulder. The three of them make their way over to Harry, chatting softly, not allowing him to hear a word.
"Hi, petal. Did well out there." Harry tells his daughter once she's an arm's length away. He frowns when she doesn't rush into his arms to give him a hug.
"Yeah, it was fun. Everyone is so kind." Josie smiles at her father.
"Mr. Styles," Y/N begins, but Harry has to interrupt.
"Harry, please."
"Sure, Harry," she emphasizes. "Josie is a wonderful player."
"I agree."
"But," Harry frowns, knowing this is not going where he would like it to. "Josie tends to hold the ball too much. When given the opportunity to use her left, she takes that extra pass to switch to her right where it causes her to lose momentum and the opening."
"I get it, she's not perfect, but neither are those players out there."
"Dad." Josie gives him a glare to be quiet and listen.
"As I was saying," Coach Y/N, her voice just a bit less friendly. "She has flaws, but we noticed she has lots of speed; she controls the ball really well. She's stellar in the midfield."
Harry shifts his eyes to Josie, who is holding back a smile, and that is when he knows she's in. "We'd love to have her join the team and help her become an even better player."
"That's wonderful, I accept."
"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm glad you think it's a good idea, but it's Josie's choice to make."
"You're right. I'm sorry. Josie, honey." He steps back, a tad embarrassed.
Josie lets out a nervous laugh, "I had fun."
"How long have you played?" Y/N asks Josie.
"Three years now," Josie says, looking at Harry for confirmation and nods.
"The most important question is how you felt playing with everyone?" Y/N knows how important feeling welcomed to a team can mean to someone.
Josie looks up at her, a smile on her face. "Like I belonged."
"Does that mean you're joining?" The young girl standing behind Y/N answers.
"Yes. I would love to join." Josie says, a grin taking over her face.
"Well then, welcome. Practices are 5-7pm. Sometimes we can have a scrimmage with other teams, and it will be an hour before or after just to take that into consideration. Games are on Saturday, but when we have tournaments, they are Saturday and Sunday."
"That's great. I sometimes get out of work late." Harry confesses.
"It's why practices are later because we know parents work. So just shoot us a text the day before or early morning, and either Kate or I can pick them up as well as other parents. We're great with carpooling."
Harry smiles; he likes how organized they are. He has no worries about Josie joining the team. He's happy, and if he's honest, he is kind of glad to see more of Coach Y/N.
"It was great to meet you, and I'll see you on Monday for practice," Y/N tells both Harry and Josie.
As they are going to walk away, the young girl in two dutch braids speaks, "Auntie Y/N truly is the best. She's the reason I play so well." Juliet tells Harry.
Y/N blushes, "Knock it off. Save the sweet-talk for Kate."
"She's your aunt!" Josie explains. "That's so cool."
"Harry, this is Juliet, my niece and the reason this team exists. I introduced her to the sport at age four."
Juliet nods, "Yeah, because she didn't want to rotten my head with television."
This causes all of them to laugh. Harry and Josie walk away with a smile on both their faces.
Yeah, they would fit just right in. It was beginning to feel like home.
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It's been a month since Josie joined the team, and he's never seen her shine as much as she has since she joined the group. It's like she's a whole new little girl, he hates to admit it, but his little girl is growing right in front of his eyes.
They had recently had a team bonding; they headed to Kate's house to swim and do a little bonfire. Parents were allowed to stick around, but almost none did because they want their daughters to feel comfortable hanging out with their friends and be themselves. Also, all the parents trusted Kate and Y/N with their daughters because of the years of friendship.
Harry wanted to stay the first time, a bit fearful she wouldn't like it and also because he wanted to get to know Josie's coach better. He hadn't had many chances to chat her up, always getting a formal greeting and a goodbye. Harry can proudly say he has a crush on coach Y/N, but he wants to have a chance to take her out and maybe take it further.
Josie begged and begged him not to stay, so he just did a quick hello and then left. What did he do in the four hours his daughter was gone, nothing. He was bored without her. Harry began to watch a movie he'd been dying to see, but it was boring. He went to call his best mate, but it went straight to voicemail, then remembered it was date night for Mitch.
He couldn't drink because he wanted to pick Josie up even though he knew she could carpool, but he wanted to hear all about it right away and maybe get one more glance at Y/N because she looked lovely in her pastel pink shirt, black leggings, and a matching scrunchie. His feelings only grew each time he saw her, but he wouldn't dare pursue anything because his daughter adored Y/N, and he wouldn't do anything to wreck that.
It was Monday, and he was driving his daughter to practice. She was on a high because she spent the weekend with her mom. Claudia managed to make her soccer game and then took her home for the week. Everyone got an insight of his ex and how she was not the kindest, but sure did adore her husband by the way she kissed him the majority of that game. Harry did not want to sit next to them, but she wanted to flaunt her relationship in his face to his luck. Not that he cared one bit, he just cared about his daughter's happiness. That she happened to be a part of.
After they won the game, she sprinted over to them after Y/N congratulated them on the win, and they finished shaking the other team's hands. Josie wrapped her arms around Harry, squeezing him tight before hugging her mother, who just patted her back before letting her go congratulating on her goal.
Claudia's interactions with Josie always made Harry upset, but what was he to do? She gave him full custody and only saw her on weekends. It was easy living, but that doesn't mean he had to like it. He wanted his daughter to have a mother figure to guide her and show her the right and wrong to show her what it is like to be strong and resilient, yet Claudia was none of that for his daughter. Sarah, Josie's godmother, did more of that, and Harry was thankful.
Showing up to practice, Harry was embarrassed and hoped Y/N didn't bring up meeting his ex-girlfriend. Josie was quick to introduce them, but thankfully the conversation didn't last long as she was called over by the other team's coach.
"Can you drive any slower?" Josie pouted, looking out the window as Harry entered the parking lot at a safe speed in case any person happened to cross in front of him.
"Josie, I'm not trying to run anyone over." Harry sighs as he finally eyes an open parking space and signals left, always cautious about an accident.
"Well, I want to talk with my friends before practice." Josie has unbuckled herself and is close to throwing herself out of the car.
Harry puts the car into park, unlocking the car door. "Fly, young one."
The grin that takes over Josie makes Harry happy. "Love you, dad."
"Love you too, Josie."
Harry slides his sunglasses on, hating how bright the sun was; it'd be a few hours until the sunset. He was nervous; he was dressed in black slacks that hugged him in all the right places with a mint button-down shirt that calls attention. He didn't have time to change today; everyone saw him in his casual clothes, never his work attire. Josie said she didn't mind, but he did. Honestly, he was nervous about what Y/N might say about his look. Not that he cared what she thought. Not one bit, right?
He went to his trunk, got out his purple folding chair, and left the matching one there. Harry is a sucker for deals which is why he walked out of the store with two when he only needed one.
He strolled, making sure no eyes were on him, and he was in the clear until he heard a shout, "Dad!" He looked over at the field, and it was Josie waving at him to sit closer to the parents. Harry shot her a thumbs up; he liked the parents genuinely. They have all been so kind and welcoming, telling him the best places to go for the team's discount.
He got along well with Payton's and Stephanie's parents. They had a good sense of humor and liked asking him questions about where he was from and how Josie was growing up. His daughter had become best friends with Juliet. They were two peas in a pod, talking from the beginning of practice to staying almost ten minutes after as they slowly took off their cleats.
Y/N didn't mind seeing as she had to pick up everything, and the girls were eager to help her if it meant spending more time together. Honestly, she was begging for a sleepover, but he kept telling her no because he wanted to meet at least one of her parents first. He wasn't sure what either one did, but Juliet didn't mind if they couldn't make it to a game because her biggest supporter was already there.
Harry approaches where all the parents sit under a shaded tree, waving at everyone before taking a seat next to a man reading on his kindle. He smiled, knowing he loved reading in his downtime as well. This would be an excellent spot to sit, conversation or not he'd be comfortable, but first, an introduction was needed.
"Hello, don't mean to bother you, but I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Harry Styles. My daughter Josie joined the team last month."
"Well, Harry Styles, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard wonderful things about your daughter. I'm Xavier Torres, father of Juliet." Xavier responded with a bright smile on his face.
Harry doesn't hide his surprise. "I've been dying to meet her parents. She's a wonderful girl, glad our daughters decided to get along."
"Yeah, we come as often as we can, but Juliet always assures us she's fine. That she has the best auntie watching over her."
"Coach Y/N is great with everyone. I've never seen anyone so dedicated." Harry shares.
"She's always been like that. I met Clara in my second year of university. She was only fourteen then, but she was so caring. I wasn't introduced to the family until we've been dating for six months, and she was shy but always offered me water or cookies she had baked. I loved having conversations with her; she has always been the smartest person in the room."
Harry grins; this definitely grew his crush on Y/N.
"I hear they are begging for a sleepover," Xavier comments, breaking Harry from his thoughts.
Harry nods, "Yes, I kept saying no because I wanted to meet the parents."
Xavier smiles, agreeing they were the same. "Yeah, we had to meet the dad."
He's shocked Xavier doesn't ask him about a partner, but then again, Y/N could have easily mentioned meeting Claudia and her husband. Harry's grateful if she did not like having to explain how he's a single dad and how he wishes his daughter's mother would do better.
"Well, now that this has happened, I have no problem with a sleepover happening."
"Glad we're on the same page." Harry laughs, grateful, their daughters will be happy with them.
Harry and Xavier spend the entire two hours of practice talking. Harry has close friends, but he wouldn't be opposed to adding Xavier to his guys' nights that happen less frequently now. At the end of practice, they exchange numbers and promise to coordinate a date for the girls. It may be summer, but the girls are still keeping busy during the week instead of doing nothing.
The girls rush over to them at the end of practice, giggling at the two fathers still chatting away.
"Does this mean a sleepover can happen?" Juliet asks, squeezing Josie's hand she's holding.
Harry and Xavier share a look and nod. "Yeah, it can happen."
"Amazing!" Josie cheers jumping up and down.
"We have to plan a day that works for both of us, so it may be a while." Josie frowns but nods. Juliet does not accept it.
"Auntie Y/N can host it."
"Your auntie is going to do what?" Y/N says, sneaking up behind her tickling her sides.
Juliet lets out a loud shriek, not being able to escape her grip. Harry beams at Y/N loving how playful she is with her niece.
"You can host our sleepover. You aren't busy like daddy and Mr. Styles." Juliet says in one breath after Y/N let her go.
"I do have a job, you know," Y/n says in a sing-song voice. Xavier laughs as Juliet pouts. "But I do have more availability than your parents. I'd do it if both of you were comfortable with it." Y/N looks up at Harry and Xavier, letting them have the final say.
Xavier throws an arm over Y/N's shoulder and pulls her in a hug. "Of course, it's a yes; I'm always looking forward to a kid-free house."
"Rude, daddy." Juliet frowns, crossing her arms.
"Only joking, my little flower. How about frozen yogurt on the way home?"
"You're forgiven."
Y/N waits patiently for Harry to answer as he has a staring contest with his daughter.
He sighs, "Yes," Josie cheers, hugging Juliet. "Only if we're really not imposing on Y/N."
"Please, Harry. I'd be honored to have them over. I'm an excellent host, and my movie collection is amazing."
Juliet smiles. "She does, also the biggest backyard so we can run around and do whatever. There's also a pool." She whispers the last part.
"Enough speaking about my house. She'll get the tour soon enough."
"So it's settled," Harry tells them.
"Guess it is; send me when you guys decide. I'm free after twelve on Fridays, and I'll take them to the game on Saturday, of course, or we can do it after a game. All up to you, gents." Y/N gets it all out there, allowing Harry to breathe a little easier.
"Good," Xavier shouts.
"I'm going home, coming Julie?" As Xavier swings his chair over his shoulder. "Daddy, you have to help auntie Y/N. You just sat on your butt for two hours."
"Hey now, I watched you practice."
"I'm going to tell mommy, you know how she feels about you not helping Y/N. She'll give you an earful." Juliet sasses her dad.
"I don't know where you got all that sass from, but I know I'm going to hate it when you're a teenager," Xavier mumbles as he goes to get the goal nets put away.
Y/N laughs before turning to Harry and Josie, "I'll see you both on Wednesday. Have a good night."
Harry watches her walk away as she races Juliet over to the balls scattered around. He smiles at the ground, hoping he could one day make her laugh that much. He doesn't notice Josie watching him, and she grins, happy that maybe one day her daddy will smile as bright as Xavier does when speaking about Juliet's mom.
They walk hand in hand to the car, both comfortable walking in silence for what the future might bring them.
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Y/N enjoyed morning games as opposed to the afternoon, where the sun was blazing high. She had a hat that was helping with the heat, thankful she hadn't started sweating yet. She loves coaching, but during the summer, it isn't the most enjoyable.
"Hi, Coach Y/N."
She turns her head over her shoulder and sees Harry approaching. She checks him out, thankful for her sunglasses; he's got a black short-sleeve button-down that shines in the sunlight, letting her know it's expensive; he paired it with white linen pants and the beat-up Vans he always wore. He always looks good.
"Nice to see you, Harry."
"How are you?"
"Doing good, bracing the summer heat."
"Yeah, not so enjoyable."
"Ready for the game," Harry says, pointing to the field that will soon have fourteen girls running around.
"Yes, they have been working hard. I'm excited, and you?"
"Oh, nervous," he confesses.
"The girls are going to do great. If they start dozing off, then we can start to worry."
Harry laughs, knowing that she is right. It's about the girl's focus.
"How long did you play?"
"Too long." Y/N jokes.
"Haha," he laughs.
"I started at six and played up until I finished university."
"Wow! You must have been marvelous." Harry is amazed that someone can play a sport that long then go to teaching. He was never the most athletic, but he was a beast at ping-pong that was all hand-eye coordination.
"I would like to think I was good."
"You started coaching when?"
"The year I turned four, and soon enough I was running, and by four she bought me my cleats and bam! A team was created." Juliet answered for her.
"I'm pretty sure you told Harry this already." Y/N laughs playfully, nudging Juliet.
Juliet shrugs, "Just like reminding."
Y/N grins, "Okay, lovebug."
"Plus, you're a great coach."
Harry nods. "I can attest to that. All the girls love you, including Josie."
"And I love them," she tells him truthfully. "We don't get many new players, but we're happy to have Josie. She earned the starting spot as right-wing."
Juliet nods, jumping up and down, "Yeah, she's really good."
"Go on, start the girl with four corners." Y/N pats Juliet's back to get her to go on the field.
"Yes, ma'am." Juliet takes off running, talking to Kate, who helps her get started, and Y/N knows it's her cue to walk away from Harry.
"Good luck, coach."
"Thank you, Harry. See you after."
"Sure, of course. I'll be cheering for you. I-i-i- what-" Harry stutters while she stands there holding back a smile as she can see the heat traveling up his face. "I mean you and the girls. A-all as a team."
"Well, we appreciate it."
Harry watches her walk away, letting out a short laugh, not being able to believe he made a fool of himself.
The game was tied 1-1 with only eight minutes left. Harry could see Y/N was calm, voice firm when speaking to the girls. Lola was about to take a corner kick, he saw her take a step back, and Harry was ready for her to strike it, but instead, she shocks him as she passes to a player who ran up to her.
This startles the other team before Brenda sends it to the center midfielder, who passes it to Josie, who is screaming she's open. Brenda sends a through ball, and off his daughter runs. She gets a foot on it, looking at where the goalie stands. She makes the pass strong enough that the goalie doesn't stop it and just for Andy to tip it in, but it's too strong, causing the ball to go over the net. It's a miss but, everyone didn't mind impressed with the play.
The last few minutes were slow as both teams were tired out, and there was no chance for another goal in two minutes. When the referee blows the final whistle, all the girls bring it in, jogging over to Y/N and Kate as they all round up in a group hug. Harry can't hear what she's saying, but he knows it's reasonable considering all the girls are sporting similar smiles. He is quick to pack up his chair, ready to say goodbye to his daughter, who is about to have a sleepover with her coach and best friend.
The girls come back from clapping the other team's hand and are quick to go sit on the bench and take their shoes off. The clean-up was accomplished quickly today. Harry is waiting to talk to Y/N as she speaks with other parents. Caitlyn's dad praises her for that play, but Y/N is quick to tell him it was all the girls; they are the players. Either way, he hugs her, and Y/N pats the older man back softly. She waves goodbye to most girls when he finally gets to approach her.
"Great game today."
"Yes, they played well." Y/N agrees.
"Your coaching reflects on them."
"In a good way?"
He nods, "The best way."
She thanks him, and he knows she's not one to be boastful, so he changes the conversation.
"You are still good to take them for the sleepover."
"Of course, I'm excited."
"That's great. What time should I pick her up tomorrow?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention earlier, my sister and brother-in-law are coming to have dinner if you'd like to join us. Xavier has been dying to use the grill, and you'll get to meet my sister and my nephew."
"Juliet never talks about a brother."
Y/N chuckles, "It's because he barely started walking, so he doesn't hold much of her attention."
"Ah, that makes sense."
"She loves being a big sister, but only when he sleeps or plays blocks."
"Older siblings got to love them."
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you have a sibling?"
"I do. She's 35 and lives in London and runs a law firm. Total badass."
"I bet she is."
"If she ever stops and visits, please bring her around and would love to get all the dirt on young Harry Styles."
"Only if I get to do the same."
"Stop by Sunday, and you'll get the chance." She shrugs at him as she walks away.
"See you Sunday then." Harry shakes his head smiling as she grabs a bag of soccer balls and begins walking to the parking lot.
Josie runs over and gives him a big hug. "See you tomorrow, daddy."
"Bye honey, call me if you need anything."
"Sure, I love you." She yells as she runs to Y/N and Juliet, who are waiting for her at the end of the grass.
Harry knows she's in good hands, but his heart can't help but miss his little girl. He'll see her tomorrow and Y/N as well. He ignored how hard his heart was thumping at his interaction with Y/N instead of letting himself get lost in the idea of the beautiful afternoon that was to come tomorrow.
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Y/N had a great time with the girls. She promised she would let them do their own thing and just supervise, but both girls wanted her involved. As soon as they arrived at her house, Juliet gave Josie a tour of her home, taking her room to room before they ended up in the backyard, both dressed in their bathing suits to go swimming.
She couldn't help but laugh, knowing how eager they were to go jump in the pool despite playing an intense game for an hour in the blazing sun.
"You little ladies must eat first before you can even think of swimming," Y/N says, arms crossed over her chest, knowing Juliet was going to try to fight her on it.
"Auntie, that's not what we want to do."
"Maybe so, but your tummy's say otherwise."
Josie steps over from behind Juliet to stand next to her. "I would like to eat. Dad says we need to regain all the energy we worked off."
"Your dad is a smart man, Jo." Y/N nods to the girl. "It's a 2-1 vote, then."
"Fine," Juliet groans dramatically.
The girls sit at the table as Y/n begins to boil pasta. She decides on pesto as she has had a craving, and both girls happily agree. In just thirty minutes, she serves the girls two even plates, and they have a flowing conversation. Mainly, Josie and Juliet do the talking, occasionally asking YN her opinion or a question they want her to answer.
After the late lunch, she sends the girls to wash up and meet her outside to lather them in sunscreen. She puts most of her dishes in the dishwasher and soaks her pans in water, wanting it to be easier to wash later when the girls give her a free moment.
"Thirty minutes we are waiting," Y/N tells them, the sun lotion bottle in hand.
"Come on, you believe in that?" Juliet asks.
"Okay, little miss rebel, since when do you always question everything I say." Juliet's eyes go wide, and she shrugs.
"Alright, listen. I adore you, Juliet, but it's not nice trying to take advantage of me because you have a friend over."
Y/N waits for her to say something, but she nods her head and moves to hug her around her waist. She hears her mutter a sorry, and when Y/N brushes her hair back, she sees Juliet move back to look up at her. "I'm sorry."
Y/N gives her a small smile. "It's alright. Now sit down so I can get your back."
Josie patiently waits her turn, and just as Y/N finishes Juliet, she speedwalks to the edge of the steps and sits on them, letting her feet get soaked. Josie sits patiently as Y/N spreads the sunscreen to her shoulders, then turns her to get her face and neck, allowing Josie to rub it into her legs.
"All done, Josie." She stays seated on Y/N's patio chairs under the shade. Y/N doesn't question her not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.
"Is it okay if I go join Juliet?" Josie asks in a soft voice.
Y/N almost awes out loud at how polite Juliet is, "Of course, go on. I'll let you know when it's okay to go in."
Looking out at the spacious yard, Y/N frowns, getting lost in thought about how she has the perfect home, but it gets lonely. It might be time she looks into getting a pet. She'll have to go check the local shelter soon but knows she should think about it for a while longer.
The ringer of her phone tears her out of her head when she hears the splashing, "Is it, time auntie?"
"Yeah, sweetie, it is."
Quickly she swipes three pairs of goggles from the table just as she begins to hear their splashing paired with laughter.
"Are we playing mermaids, auntie?" Josie asks as Y/N steps into the water, relaxing in the cool water, not suffering from the heat.
"We sure are," Y/N raises the three goggles and hands over one to each of them.  
It's after two hours that they all emerge from the pool, deciding to head into the shower seeing as the sun has begun to set. She ushers them carefully to the shower letting Josie use the guest room and Juliet her room seeing as they are the only two rooms fully equipped with towels and shampoo.
After the three of them are clean and changed in the pj's, Y/N makes popcorn to snack on while they play a few board games. They switch from Uno to Candyland to Mancala. It goes on for a while until they decide to put on a movie deciding on Tangled.
It wasn't until a quarter to ten that Moana watched Maui sing "Your Welcome," they began to yawn and started trying to fight back to sleep. Y/N thought they would never go down to sleep because two eight-year-olds have too much energy. Y/N paused the movie and told them it was time to sleep. Neither girl put up an argument.
She guided them to the guest room that had become Juliet's over the years. The girls get tucked into bed after brushing their teeth.
"Thank you for a great day, Y/N," Josie whispers, grabbing her wrist, halting her, tucking their blanket.
Y/N smiles at the kind girl. "Of course, sweetie. It's been a joy having you here."
Y/N goes to Juliet, gives her a kiss on the forehead, whispering a quiet goodnight who already has her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She goes to Josie, who's looking at her with wide eyes. "Would you be okay with a forehead kiss goodnight? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Y/N addresses the young girl.
Little does Y/N know that small comment was enough for Josie to seal Y/N in her heart forever for her kindness. "Yes, please." Bright green eyes look up at her with a small smile as she gives her a soft kiss.
"Goodnight, Y/N."
"Night, Jo."
Y/N goes to her room and does her night routine taking extra steps due to getting more sun exposure today. She loves how she feels putting on moisturizer at the end of the night. She lays in bed under her soft white covers. Her eyes shut, and she begins to count backward. She reaches all the way to one and tries again but stops halfway, sighing, knowing there's no chance she'll sleep; she heads to the kitchen to make herself a tea.
With her chamomile tea in hand, she sets it on the chrysanthemum coaster on the side table, picks up the book she left there, and sets it in her lap as she turns on her television to Netflix, deciding on The Great British Baking Show to use as white noise. She presses play on where she last left off, forgetting the book in her lap as the bakers had to make a raised game pie for their signature.
Y/N had already watched collection three, but it was one of her favorites. She loved the bakers and liked watching Nadiya improve each episode. The technical challenge was getting started, the bakers reading their vague instructions to make the tennis fruit cake when she heard small steps down the stairs.
She turns around, spotting Josie making her way down, "Hi there, you alright?"
Josie just nods but continues towards her, joining her to sit on the couch. "Can't sleep?" Y/N asks to share her lavender throw blanket with Josie.
"Not really."
"Yeah, I get restless sometimes as well."
Josie stares, tilting her head as if trying to figure out why she can't sleep, "What do you do to try to sleep?"
"Well, I usually try to read a book in bed, but I decided tea and a bit of tv would help."
Josie nods, and Y/N can tell she's working up the courage to ask her something. "Can I please try with you?"
"Of course, would you like tea as well?"
"Chamomile?"
"Sure, that's what I was drinking."
"Daddy adds a bit of honey."
Y/N smiles, "Honey, I can do that."
She goes to the kitchen alone, getting Josie her favorite mug with bees scattered all around. As soon as she's done making her tea and checking it is at a suitable temperature, she brings it out to her. Y/N sees Josie has put play on the show.
Y/N just grins, happy the girl likes the show as well. "Have you seen this season?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, me too."
"Nadiya is excellent," Josie comments as Nadiya wins first in the technical challenge.
"She is! I'm glad they picked her as the winner though she had strong competition against Ian and Tamal."
Both Y/N and Josie sit there in silence, sipping their teas, watching the bakers now try to make Charlotte Russe cakes for the showstopper. It's not until the presentation begins that Josie breaks their comfortable silence.
"Why can't you sleep?"
"Well, uhh, sometimes I can't get my brain to shut down and have lots of thoughts swirling around."
"Oh," Josie responds. "Do they ever stop?"
"Yeah, usually when I count backward or tell myself a story."
Josie looks delighted at hearing Y/N sharing this with her. "What kind of story?"
"A sweet one, one my grandparents used to tell me, or I make one up."
"And it works?"
"Almost always."
Josie continues with her questions, but Y/N doesn't mind. "Do you get bad dreams?"
"Not always, but sometimes, do you, Jo?"
Josie smiles, "I like that."
"What?" Y/N says, puzzled, aware she avoided the question.
"Jo, dad calls me honey, darling, Josie and Josephine when I do something I'm not supposed to, but no one ever has said, Jo. I like it."
"Oh, I'm glad. It's alright that I keep calling you that then."
Josie repeatedly nods, "Of course."
Y/N looks back at the TV focusing on the new episode that started during the talk.
"Sometimes I dream I'm back in Georgia with daddy." Josie is looking down at her lap, where she draws a circle on the palm of her left hand with her right index finger.
"Yeah, how does that make you feel?"
"Sad sometimes and sometimes happy."
"Why is that?" Y/N asks in a soft voice.
"Well, mommy called me more when I lived farther away. Now I don't get to see her every weekend even though that's the deal. She doesn't even like watching me play."
"That must be tough, Jo. Have you shared this with your dad?"
Josie shakes her head no. "He'd get mad at mom, and I don't want anyone fighting."
"Don't think it's fighting. Your dad just wants the best for you and wants your mom to see that as well."
"I guess."
"Did you know I've visited Georgia?"
"You have?" Josie sits up, crawling closer to her, excited at the change in conversation.
Y/N nods, "My grandparents had family there, so every summer, we'd make our way there. Spent all our time at the lake or just walking through the woods. They lived in a secluded area, so lots to roam."
"We lived in the city."
"I bet you still went to neat places."
Josie thinks about it for a minute, "We did, the weekends were for the lake, and it was easy to drive to another state for a week."
Y/N laughs, knowing how exciting it was visiting a new state in a matter of hours compared to how hard it is in California. "Yeah, I liked that as well."
"What's your favorite memory?"
Y/N stops to think about it; it has been a while since she thought back to her times there. She hasn't had the chance to go back since her grandparents passed away.
"The fireflies. I remember we were in one of my uncle's backyard, and he was showing us his peaches. When I saw a buzz of light followed by another, and soon enough, they were all around us. My uncle tells me he'll never forget the look on my face because it was true happiness and disbelief."
Y/N's smile is nostalgic. If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can picture the fireflies surrounding her. She's brought back to the present when she feels a small hand placed over her own.
"Thank you for sharing that with me," Josie says before she leans over, giving Y/N a hug.
Y/N laughs and hugs her back, happy she got to know this sweet girl better.
"I think it's time for bed."
"Okay."
As they begin walking up the stairs after making a stop in the kitchen to put their mugs in the dishwasher, Y/N stops outside the guest room.
"You're really wise for your age."
Josie nods, "My dad tells me that all the time."
Y/N can't help the smile that Josie draws out of her, "Goodnight."
"Night."
Y/N goes to bed with lots more on her mind. Her thoughts on the young girl who is caring more on her shoulder than she lets on. Josie has grown us quicker and doesn't realize it due to her experiences. Y/N goes wondering what tomorrow will bring.
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A lot was running through Harry's mind after the dinner he had on Sunday with Y/N and her family. Trust him; he enjoyed it. He adored seeing her in a different environment, but she seemed distant, and so did Josie. It's as if the two gravitated towards each other more. Always whispering to each other.
He enjoyed seeing them get along; he just didn't like not being included. This also made him second guess in pursuing Y/N. He wasn't willing to risk it not working out. Harry also knows he's not sure if he'd survive the heartbreak.
It's been a while since he's put himself out there, but as a single dad, he feared that no woman he had met was good enough to meet Josie, not after learning that he had full custody.
Y/N's sister was kind, always teasing Y/N but Y/N gave it right back. He could tell the love they had for each other was the kind he shared with Gem. They might not have been that close in age, but they appreciate each other better as adults. Harry loved Y/N's nephew, who stumbled every few steps he took, which is why Y/N took it upon herself to have him attached to her the whole night.
It warmed Harry's heart and gave him all kinds of crazy ideas, for example like a baby that was half him and half her that he'd love just as much as Josie.
Fuck, he had it bad.
Harry's thankful it's Wednesday, and he gets to see Y/N again. He didn't make practice on Monday having Sarah bring her, and today Y/n picked her up from his house where Mitch was watching her because he had a meeting that would be running long. Luckily, he made it just in time before the practice started.
He knew he was going to stand out, showing up wearing creamed flared trousers and a black silk button-down. Harry had taken off his cropped, lapel grey plaid jacket knowing the heat would eat him alive if he left it on.
Harry chuckled to himself as he walked from the parking lot; his folding hair swung on his shoulder. He waved to the parents before setting up alone under a tree, wanting to enjoy the shade today and no conversations unless it was from one specific person.
He sees her pocketing her phone in her bag and knows this is his chance to talk to her. He makes his way discreetly as possible, going behind the parents, who are all currently staring down at their phones.
"Y/N,"
She turns, she scans him head to toe quickly, not wanting Harry to catch her, but he does. He lets it boost his ego a little.
"Harry, a bit dressed up, no?"
He chuckles, doing a little spin for her. "Not at all, haven't you heard business casual is the new uniform."
She shakes her head at him, "We'll take it into consideration."
"That's all I ask."
Y/N looks over to Kate and motions for her to get the girls' warm-up started.
"Dinner was nice."
Y/N nods, "It was. My sister really likes you."
"That's good. She's really funny."
"She knows it." Y/N rolls her eyes playfully.
Harry knocks his hips into her, "Don't worry, you're still my favorite."
"Gee, I was so worried." Y/N fakes dramatically but isn't able to hide how her cheeks heat up at his compliment. "Now, you need to go sit. I have to coach. Parents are going to think I'm flirting."
Harry smirks, "I don't mind the flirting."
"Styles, you'd know if I was flirting."
"I'm just going to say that I very much am."
"Hmm, I'll take that into consideration. For our future conversations."
Y/N joins the girls as they are about to start their second lap; Harry slowly makes his way to his waiting chair, happy that Y/N might like him just as much as he likes her.
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Y/N pulled Josie aside before the scrimmage wanting to speak with her noticing she wasn't connecting with the team as she had on Monday.
"Doing okay?" Y/N asks as Josie gets a drink of water.
Josie nods, "Of course."
"Well, Juliet told me you didn't want to hang out. She said you had wanted to try that donut place with us on Friday."
"Because I had plans with my mom."
"Oh, that's fun."
"No."
"Why not?"
"She said she was busy," Josie murmurs.
"Well, you're still welcome to join us on Friday. I'm going to take Juliet to get ice cream at my favorite shop after practice. You're welcome to join." Y/N offers, knowing the little girl needs something to cheer her up.
"Does my dad have to come?"
"Not if you don't want him to."
Josie shakes her head no.
"Okay then."
"I'll go ask permission now."
"You can wait," Y/N laughs at her eagerness.
"No. I tell him now, and he can think it over while I play."
"Okay, sure. Don't take long."
Josie nods about to take off, but Y/n stops her. "Josie, I'm sorry your plans changed."
"She's been doing that more." She shrugs as if she's not bothered.
"Just because she is doing that doesn't mean you aren't loved. Your dad loves you and your godparents; the team does as well. I do, also. You're amazing, Josie." Y/N tells her, knowing Josie needed to hear it from somebody other than her father.
Josie's eyes shine, but she blinks the tears away. She gives her a quick hug before turning around and running towards Harry. From the corner of her eye, she sees Josie dramatically asking for permission as she lets her father retie the laces of her boots. Y/N smiles because she loves Josie, and if given a chance, she might also get an opportunity to love Harry. Y/N looks forward to watching what the future may bring.
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Kate had organized a pizza party for the girls because they had been doing so well and thought they deserved a reward. Y/N and Kate always talked about motivating and encouraging the girls for their hard work and dedication. They would do small gatherings or bring them a treat to enjoy after practice, and the occasional Monday off that happened on significant dates or when they as a coach needed a break which wasn’t often because they loved this and the girls.
A pizza party was fun, it allowed parents to interact somewhere that wasn’t crazy hot, and the girls got to eat their weight in pizza. Y/N personally loved it because she got to eat crazy good buffalo wings. Kate and Y/N always shared a basket.
Y/N had sat in a booth with Kate across from her knowing the girls would take up two of the long tables. They rather not squeeze in between when they have a good view of them here.
“Anyone I should be aware of, Thomas, was it?”
“Uhh, no. He turned out to be a jerk who couldn’t get me off.”
“Gee any louder, Katie, would you.” Y/N smiles at Cynthia’s parents, who are in line waiting to order themselves around some beers. Y/N was never one who got into drinking, but it doesn’t bother her those who do.
“Anyways, the one who is coming is Tiffany, and we have been talking for a week, and I think I may be in love.” Kate sighs, a faraway look in her eye as the waiter drops by her beer. Y/N eyes it, not liking how much foam was in the cup.
“You say you’re in love each time.”
Kate rolls her eyes at Y/N, “Well, I mean it this time.”
“Sure.”
“No, you’ll see. Tiff should be here soon. She got the most gorgeous curls and the most perfect brown eyes. Then when she talks Spanish to me, I have an idea what she’s saying, but it turns me on like crazy.”
“I can translate for you.” Kate rolls her eyes, knowing Y/N’s Spanish was perfect due to her high school and college years, not to mention she took YMCA classes at seven. “Anyways, let us move on from the conversation.”
“Okay, let’s talk about your sex life.”
Y/N chucks a piece of lettuce at Kate hitting her square on her chin. Before Kate can retaliate, Harry steps towards them, “Hello, ladies.”
“Hi, Harry,” Kate responds by making crazy eyes at Y/N.
“Mind if I join you, don’t think Josie would like me sitting with her or alone.”
Y/N nods, “Of course, but only if you don’t mind sliding in. I like the edge seats, or you can sit with Kate.”
Kate shakes her head no, “No, he cannot. My date should be here soon.”
Y/N gets up to let Harry slide in, he does a little wiggle to get to the other side, and Y/N does her best to hide her laugh. It seems to work, as he didn’t mention it. Y/N feels her body heat up because their thighs are touching. She feels ridiculous getting worked up over a simple touch.
The next hour flies by, and Tiffany arrives during that time, and Y/N loves her. She is as gorgeous as Kate described, her hair long falling down her back in thick ringlets, her brown eyes captivating, and her golden skin shines with just a hint of sunlight. She can see why Kate was smitten, but getting to know her and Y/N can happily say she’s a perfect fit for her best friend. She hopes it works out for Kate because this will be a heavy heartbreak if it doesn’t.
Y/N excuses herself, wanting to check with the girls. She approaches the table sitting by the pinball machines. The girls have question after question for her that she happily answers. She looks to see Juliet, happily leading a conversation with a quiet Jo sitting next to her staring out the window.
She excuses herself from the girls and places a hand on Juliet’s shoulder, who stops her chatter to grin up at Y/N before continuing like she never stopped. Jo just smiles at her before looking at the other girls acting as she was involved in the conversation, but Y/n knows better.
“You alright, Jo?”
“Of course, a bit full, that is all.” Y/N stares at those green eyes long and hard before nodding.
“I’m just over there if any of you need anything.”
“Yes, thank you, coach.” Most girls answer in unison.
Y/N goes back to their table, and Harry smiles, scooting over, “Saved your spot. Susan tried to nab it.”
“My hero.” She giggles.
The conversation around Y/N flows easily; she laughs and comments. There is a moment where Harry squeezes her thigh affectionately when she makes a witty comment defending him and his style. She wishes he’d rest his hand there, but he moves it back on top, also not wanting anyone to be suspicious.
As much as Y/N is having a lovely evening, her gaze drifts over to Josie, who hasn’t uttered a word since she was with her.
Harry is too busy chatting and having a nice time to notice how quiet Josie has gotten, not that she blames him; the place is loud and complete because it’s a Saturday afternoon. This worries Y/n as she has seen Josie withdrawing more and more but didn’t want to believe it. Josie hides it reasonably well.
Y/N hopes she’s wrong and that sweet Josie is only having an off day.
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Harry was happy to see Josie loving California. He knew it was a risk moving across the country when the East coast is all she had ever known. Josie has shown him nothing but happiness; he can't wait to see how she does in the Fall when she goes back to school. The great thing is she will have friends due to the girls on the team. Also, he hates to admit it, but it has been good for Josie to see more of her mom. Allowing them to build a better relationship. Harry only wishes the best for his daughter and hopes he has been doing that so far in her life.
It's Wednesday, and Harry feels his weeks go by faster now that they have a structured routine. He always gets excited because he knows that he'll have a chance to chat with Y/N no matter what.
They arrive five minutes before practice starts, making Harry rush out of the car, holding Josie's hand as she pulls him along, wanting to apologize to Y/N.
Y/N approaches them as they reach the area where all the girls have just started their warm-up lap.
"We're so sorry. We got stuck in a traffic jam." Harry rushes out, hating to get his daughter punished for his tardiness.
She shakes her head at him, not bothered. "Go on join the others, Josie," she gently touched her shoulder. "I've got to chat with your dad."
Josie gives her an uncertain look, but she assures her with a smile. She runs off, joining the second lap at the back of the two lines.
Harry stands there, uncertain, not sure what she needs to tell him. By the solemn look she has, it might not be good.
She walks off to the side a distance from the parents and has an eye on the girls finishing up their warm-up laps before going into a stretch.
"Josie brought up something I think you need to know."
Harry waits, allowing her to go on, knowing he shouldn't interrupt.
Y/N takes a deep breath before looking him in his eyes, "Josie says her mom told her she needs to stop calling her and to stop with the visits. That she's pregnant, and that's her priority, not her."
Harry's jaw drops. He didn't know Claudia could be so cruel to their daughter. He wasn't even aware she was pregnant or that she wanted more children. Mostly he hates that he does not hear this from his daughter.
"She told me she was afraid of how'd you react to the news, but I told her she needed to address it, and by your reaction, I assume she didn't."
Harry shakes his head. "No, we celebrated the win and had a good weekend. Seemed happier than normal honesty."
"It's common for kids to try to block it out. As someone who had to go through her fair share of child therapy, I feel like it would be good for her to see a therapist." Y/N tells him, voice gentle, knowing this is a lot for Harry.
"Why" Harry bites back, defensive. "She's fine, happy, and laughing."
"Harry, I'm not saying she's not, but she needs to talk about it. Jo won't be with you, and it's because she trusts and loves you and doesn't want to hurt you. She thinks she is protecting you; an eight-year-old shouldn't be trying to protect her father."
Harry feels himself boiling, no longer wanting to hear any more of what she has to say.  
"The signs are there."
The signs," he scoffs.
"Quietness, sadness, isolation, anxiety." She points to the field, and he turns to see Josie stretching alone, lost in her own head. No longer sitting between Juliet like she always had the last few weeks. A frown on her face seems to be permanently placed.  
"You've got no right to say this." Harry wishes she never brought this up.
"I'm doing this for her, not for you."
Harry has had enough; he wants her to hurt her like he is right now, which is why he lets his mouth speak before he can think over what he has said, "Who do you think you are? Honestly, you're a lousy soccer coach who has nothing better to do but judge kids and their parents."
"Harry," she whispers, trying to mask her hurt.
"No, you've said enough. I think you can forget about Josie playing for this team." His voice dripping with venom. "Seems all you wanted was extra cash in your pocket with the addition of a player ."
He walks towards the field. "Josie, we're leaving," Harry doesn't care that the other parents are watching now. He throws Josie's bag over his shoulder as he watches her jog over to him,
"We just got here. I was warming up."
"Josie, we're leaving." No room for argument in his voice, but Josie stands her ground.
"I don't want to leave." Her voice falters as she stares up at him.
"Josie, don't."
"Dad, I like it here, Coach is-"
Harry cuts her off, "Enough, Josephine, you're not coming back here ever."
Those words bring tears to her eyes; she drops her head, defeated. She follows behind Harry and turns to look at Y/N one last time, shooting her an "I warned you look."
Y/N watches them walk away, and she can only hope this is the last she sees of them. She shakes all her feelings out, knowing she has all eyes on her right now. She's got a team to coach, and just like that, she brushes away Harry and his cruel words, knowing they'll resurface later in the appropriate environment.
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After leaving the practice field, Harry And Josie did not speak a word to each other or the next day. They continued in silence, not for Harry's lack of trying to get a word out of Josie; she was just that upset with him.
All he received were head shakes, and Harry was worried. He cooled down after and let everything sink in, but the damage was done; it was too late.
That same night Harry called Claudia to confront her to tell her he would be taking her to court to forget seeing Josephine. All she responded was that it was quite alright. She was giving him full custody and would be sending him the paperwork she had already signed. Then hung up the phone on him.
Harry was appalled that a mother could do this to their child, to abandon them with no care. He always knew Claudia wasn't a good person, but he wished better for his daughter, and right now, even he didn't feel good enough for his angel girl.
On the fifth day of silence between his daughter and him, he received an email he was tempted not to open due to who it read the sender was. He did so anyway; it was the name, phone number, and location of a therapist nearby. The email read professional, not a hint of the last few months of knowing each other. There was an endnote that said to give her as a reference. He knew he would think it over for now.
On the seventh day of his daughter ignoring him, he called the number that he marked down on his phone. He called and set up an appointment for the following day; he knows it could have been longer if he didn't name drop Y/N. Harry knows he needs to apologize, but he's not sure where to begin or if it would be appropriate to show up at her house, but he decided to focus on one thing at a time, and that would be Josie.
Harry would have liked to walk hand in hand into the big building with big windows overlooking a secluded private park, but Josie walked ahead and sat herself on the rainbow-colored couches for kids and picked up a Judy Blume book to read.
Harry walks to the front desk and admires all the photos pinned up behind the receptionist. He knows they must be patients with only their first name signed. His favorite is a dinosaur swimming on a floaty holding a milkshake; there was some natural talent hanging on the wall as well as a lot of imagination.
"Sir, here for?" The receptionist called him for his turn, not noticing the person in front of him was now seated.
"Styles, Harry. Well, Josephine," he corrects. "Sorry."
"No worries, all parents do that their first time."
He awkwardly laughs.
"Dr. Sylvia Hernandedz will be with you shortly." He thanks her, going to sit on the black couch. He sinks right in full of comfort.
Five minutes later, they are called to go. He reaches for Josie's hand, and she lets him take it but doesn't make any move to hold him; it's as if he's carrying dead weight. Harry sighs but follows behind the receptionist.
"Hello, Styles family, lovely to meet you." A woman in her mid-forties greets them, a nice styled bun not a hair out of sight. Glasses on the bridge of her nose. She has a dark blue pencil skirt and a white buttoned shirt tucked in. He feels not as uncomfortable as he thought he would.
"I'm Syliva Hernandez, and you must be Josephine Styles." She leans down to be eye level with Josie and sticks out for her to shake.
"Yes, Dr. Hernandez. A pleasure to meet you." Josie responds politely.
Dr. Hernandez smiles. "Now, how'd you know I was a doctor?"
"The frame behind your desk shows your credentials." She points to the USC doctorate hanging behind a desk full of framed photos.
"Well, aren't you an observant girl?"
"Thank you."
"Would you like to accompany me to this playroom while I chat with your father? I can have my friend Alycia join you if you don't want to be alone."
Josie shakes her head no, "I'll be fine. I like being alone sometimes. I had a very wise person tell me it's okay to want to be alone sometimes, but it doesn't mean you're alone."  
"Did your dad tell you that?" Dr. Hernandez asks.
"No."
"Very, well off you go. We'll have an eye on you but feel free to use all the items in there."
"Thank you." Josie slips right in, grabbing paper and colored pencils, carefully pulling out her desired colors.
"Have a seat, please, Mr. Styles."
"Thank you."
He sits in the mahogany chair; he can't say he likes it much.
"These chairs are awful. My office is better furnished, I assure you."
Harry tears his eyes from Josie to look at the therapist.
They are silent, and Harry isn't sure what to do.
"Uhh...Y/N Y/LN recommend us to you. I'm not sure if they informed you or I had to let you know."
"Yes, I'm aware. She's a great person." Shutting down conversation.
"Your daughter's birthday."  
"December 13th, she's eight".
"How long have you been separated from her mother?"
"Since before her birth. We have a court agreement that I get weekly, and she gets her weekends, but that has recently changed. I have full custody of her.
"How does that make you feel?"
"Not okay; I grew up with divorced parents. My mother never remarried. I have an older sister, but we live in different countries."
"Do you fear the same for her?"
"Think it's worse for her. Josie's mother told her she didn't want her anymore because she would be having a baby. She didn't even tell me. She told--," he cuts himself off.
"Who did she tell?"
"Her soccer coach."
"A female?
"Yes. They are close. Have a real bond, an understanding of sorts."
"Do you think she is looking for a female to look up to?"
"It would make sense. My mother lives in London, and we only see her on holidays, same with my sister. She gets on well with my best mate's girlfriend, Sarah. She taught Josie to play the drums a bit. Also, Glenne, a dear friend."
"Male figures in life?"
"Too many. Mitch, Jeff, Adam, and his kids. Tyler, a family friend."
"It seems she has paternal figures, but she's searching for maternal figures." She states before continuing, "What's the reason you brought her in?"
"The coach addressed to me that she was worried that she was withdrawing herself, becoming anxious and lonely. Less happy. I didn't see it, but we've gone a week without speaking, and I've seen her mope and stare off a lot."
"Is she still seeing her coach?
"No, that's part of our not talking. I got upset over the suggestion of therapy and took that away from her."
"It led to a negative response."
"Yes, and I feel awful about it."
"It seems that the sport and coach are important to her and who she is. It's what you call a safe place."
"But she was beginning to withdraw from there as well," Harry states, not knowing it couldn't be so safe if she was isolating herself.  
"Well, we'll have to talk with her. Are you comfortable with me speaking with her alone? I do have to let you know what I speak with her is confidential. She can tell you about it, but you cannot ask me."
"Yes, of course. It's fine, I understand." Harry knows therapy can be scary, but it can also be the start of something better.
"Well, let me call her back."
Dr. Hernandez stands and opens the door, "Josephine, come with me, please." Josie nods her head, putting the colored pencils away and bringing her picture with her.
"I apologize if we took too long."
"Not long. Enough to finish my drawing." She shares, giving the doctor a small smile.
"Can I have a look?"
Josie hands it over, Dr. Hernandez turns it so they can both see what she drew. It's a photo of a goal net and who he assumes to be himself in the net. A little girl with two pigtails standing there, hands raised, and another female is to the side cheering with a megaphone.
"It's beautiful."
"Thank you," Josie says proudly.
"Do you think I can keep it? Have you sign your name and add it to the front desk."
"Would you?" Josie's eyes go wide at someone other than her dad hanging up her art.
"Of course."
"That'd be wonderful." And for the first time in a week, she turns looking up at Harry. "Did you hear that daddy, Dr. Hernandez wants to keep it?
"I would too; it's beautiful, darling."
"I can make another."
Harry smiles, grateful, his daughter is her vibrant self, "Thank you, honey."
"Josephine, are you okay with your dad stepping out and you talking with me privately one on one?
"Yes, I like you. Also, you can call me Josie."
Dr. Hernandez nods in acknowledgment before turning to address Harry.
"You can wait in the waiting room. Alycia will bring you back to discuss in my office when we are done."  
Harry mutters okay and walks out, closing the door behind him. He walks a few steps before laying his head to rest on the wall. This has felt like a lot, but he also feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder.
Maybe I need to see a therapist. Harry thinks to himself, liking that he got a lot off his shoulders in just a short amount of time.
He's walking down the hallway when he hears a familiar voice, one he didn't think he'd have the pleasure of ever hearing again.
It stops him in his tracks.
He hears her voice once more and follows it out to the waiting room he's supposed to be waiting for his daughter.
Harry sees that she is talking with Alycia, and as he steps closer, he feels like it is harder to breathe.
"I have three more clients before I'm done for the day, but I have a thirty-minute gap, so maybe we can order smoothies, my treat." She tells the secretary handing her two twenty bills so that she can get everyone a drink.
"Y/N," he gasps out.
His eyes roam her body; he's never seen her dressed, so office official always used to see her in shorts, sweats, leggings, and a t-shirt. She's wearing this blue satin silk blouse tucked into high-waisted black trousers and low heels.
She is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.
Y/N turns, not at all trying to hide the surprised look on her face.
"You're here." She nods; he's not sure why she's here.
"Here's your next client's file. They are doing an intake. You have over half an hour."
"Great."
Harry is now standing in front of her. "You work here?"
Y/N nods.
"You're a therapist." He states.
Y/N can clearly see he wants to talk and knows a better place to do it than their waiting room filled with waiting people.
"Why don't we talk in my office?" Harry nods, ready to follow her, but before he can, she turns to the desk once more, "Hold my calls, please, Alycia."
"Of course."
"Follow me, Harry."
They walk in silence as they pass Dr. Hernandez's door. She opens her door, allowing him to enter first. It feels bright and full of color; the wall's painting is pale green and hanging on the walls; she has lots of scenic photos and drawings. The chairs are nice, a red velvet couch pushed against a wall, her desk is not that big, he notices. It lacks pictures compared to Dr. Hernandez. Her degrees are placed on a bookshelf. She has it color-coded in colors of the rainbow, which is quite impressive.
"Have a seat." She offers all the open space.
Y/N takes a seat on the couch, and he follows.
Harry feels underdressed next to Y/N, and that has never happened before; he is always the one showing up in extravagant and overpriced suits.
"You work here." He waits for her to confirm.
"Yes, I'm a therapist here. Dr. Hernandez was my advisor during my undergrad. She knew what I wanted to accomplish for my career. They offered me a job, and I accepted. They have been supportive of obtaining my doctorate."
Harry is very impressed, "Congrats, that's wonderful."
"Thank you."
They both quiet down, not sure who should go first. Harry is about to start when Y/N begins to speak.
"Listen, Harry, I'm sorry. I went about addressing it wrong, and I never meant to upset you. I apologize." Y/N keeps her eyes on his wanting him to see how sincere she was.
"No need, I've taken a week to reflect on what a jerk I was. Having Josie give me the silent treatment for a week was torture." Harry confesses, scratching his neck to avoid reaching for her hand.
"Is she okay? Harry, that's a long time." Y/N's voice laced with concern.
"I'm sure she's chatting Dr. Hernandez ear off as we speak."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"I brought it on myself by taking her away from one thing she truly loves."
Y/N nods, not able to disagree with Harry. "Yeah, I understand."
"Is that how you know she needed therapy because you're a therapist?"
"Yes. I saw the signs, but I mostly observe and never address it, but from the conversations I've had with Josie and the relationship we built, I felt like I owed it to her to get her help." Y/N pauses, debating if she was ready to share more of herself with Harry. "It was also that I saw myself in her, it felt familiar, and I wanted to help."
"I'm going to tell you a story."
Harry can tell it's not going to be an easy one as she's not staring at her hand, focused on the lone ring she has on her index finger. "You don't have to."
She reaches over and squeezes his hand once to let him know it's alright. "I was nine years old when I walked in on my dad cheating on my mom with his secretary. I told her as soon as she came home and she didn't believe me. She went as far as calling me an attention seeker. By the end of the week, we were living with my grandparents. I didn't see my parents again after that day. At age ten, I started visiting the counselor because I blamed myself for my sister no longer having parents. I wouldn't even allow myself to talk to her; I was just consumed by guilt taking all the blame when I shouldn't have."
Y/N knows Harry's gaze is on her, but she doesn't dare look up, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes. "Don't think I've stopped since then. A big reason I'm doing the job I am now is for those who helped me along the way.
"Y/N,"
"Harry, no pity comments. I've made my peace, sure the trauma never truly leaves, but you overcome it."
"Thank you for sharing that with me, I know I don't deserve it, but I'm grateful."
Harry needs to apologize; he wants to leave here today knowing he didn't lose a friend.
"I'm sorry I hurt you."
"Harry, you-"
"No, I really am; I didn't mean a word I said. I know you're more than a coach, and you're not lousy; you're brilliant. You're my daughter's favorite person. I didn't mean it, and I hope you'll forgive me."
"I accept your apology, that was a bad day for all of us, but I can move past it if you can?"
"Yes, I would love that. I feel awful you're someone I trust, a friend. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
"Thank you, Harry."
"One more thing."
"Yes, go on."
"Can you recommend a therapist for me? Talking with Dr. Hernandez was amazing, and I think I would benefit from it."
Y/N doesn't make any comment, just nods. "I'll send you a list of therapists but do know you'll always find a friend in me if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to watch over you as you get drunk."
Harry chuckles; he'll keep that in mind for future references.  
"There's a knock on the door. "Yes, come in."
"Sylvia is ready for Mr. Styles."
"Thank you, Alycia. I'll walk him to her office."
Y/N stands, and Harry follows close behind as they make their way out to reunite him with his daughter.
"Y/N, can I hug you?"
She bits back the smile threatening to overtake her face at how small he looks asking. "Yes, that's fine."
Harry doesn't wait for another second; he throws his arms around her holding her tight. He hadn't been lucky enough to hug her before, but now doing it, he doesn't think he ever wants to go a day without one.
They walk out, both having heated faces due to enjoying being the embrace of one another. She walks them a few doors down and knocks, waiting for the go-ahead to go in.
"One last thing," She says, pointing a hand to his chest."
"Name it." He'd give her anything.
"Jo comes back to the team. You bring her to the game this weekend."
"Yes, of course."
She beams at his response, "Great."
Y/N peeks her head in, locking eyes with Sylvia. "Alright, to come in, Doc?"
"Of course, Josephine, this is my good friend and coworker Y/N."
Josie turns and smiles wide, jumping up when she sees her walk in with Harry right behind her.
"Hiya, champ. Seems to have found your dad lost out here."
Josie giggles and runs into her arms, hugging her tightly.
"I've missed you."
"As have I little miss sunshine. I missed my fastest midfielder at the game. All the girls missed you."
"Awe, I'll be back," she looks up at Harry with a look of worry on her face. "Right, daddy?"
"Yes, darling. Got a game at ten am on Saturday."
Josie lets out a loud shriek.
"So this is Coach." Dr. Hernandez says with a knowing smile.
"Yes, she's great," Josie responds, holding tight to Y/N's hand.  
Y/N chuckles. "How about you and I go draw a picture to add to my office while Dr. Hernandez and your dad tie up some little things."
"Okay."
They walk out hand in hand as Josie catches up with Y/N on everything she did on her week away. Not shying away from how she handled the now resolved issue with her father.
"You don't look as blue," Dr. Hernandez comments."
"Sorry," Harry blushes, having been lost in thought on the two girls who just walked out.
"Mr. Styles, your aura is soft, kinder."
"Yeah, I think she has that effect on people."
"You might be right."
Things are finally looking up, and Harry looks forward to rebuilding his relationship with Josie and hopefully creating one with Y/N besides their parent and coach relationship.
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It's been two weeks since Josie came back to play, and thing's have been going smoothly. Harry begins helping out with cleaning up at the end of practice to talk to Y/N more. He asks more about her job and how the doctorate is going. He worries she might be juggling too much, but she assures him she has a smooth dynamic of handling everything.
It's a cold Saturday morning, it's the quarter-finals, and the nerves are high for everyone. The girls finished on top of the leaderboard, but the league likes doing a championship game to honor all the hard-working teams.
Y/N is quieter this morning, and all the parents have picked up on it. They are used to her light and kind nature, wishing everyone a good day and accepting treats. Cynthia's mom is in charge of snacks for today and offered her a muffin one she never says no to except today.
It immediately puts everyone in a skittish mood.
Truthfully, Y/N isn't here for the parents, but the girls and the team they are against is the dirtiest. Most girls are nine and will be moving up a division, but Coach Roman teaches them that dirty plays will make them win. Her girls are strong players, but she reminds them of the importance of sportsmanship and playing with heart.
Y/N even makes sure she cannot be approached by anyone, only the girls and Kate, as they start to warm up on the field. The girls do their drills as Kate stands quietly by your side.
"Someone can't take their eye off of you."
"Stop."
"It's true though, he was pouting when he saw you on the field clipboard in hand," Kate says with a giggle.
"Shush."
"Going to ask him on a date?"
"Only if we win."
That shuts Kate up, "You're joking."
Y/N slowly shakes her no, "Girls, two lines, run through side net shots."
Kate and Y/n stand back to back as the girls pass, and they kick it-bag, giving them only a second to angle themselves. This is one of their favorite warm-ups, and she's glad she can still talk with Kate during it.
"What made you finally decide?"
"I realized he's not going to make a move because one he fears I'm going to reject him and two it goes horribly wrong, then he might never show his face around here again. I'm positive he likes me."
Kate nods, "he likes you, adores you. He's got it bad." She's quiet for a moment before starting up again, "I know we're going to win, so how are you going to ask him? I'm going to need all the details."
"I'm going to go up to him and ask him out to dinner, simple as that."
Y/N changes the drill marking the end of their conversation; she leads the girl into two groups of keep away while Kate takes Dawson, their goalie, to keep warming up.
Before they know it, captains and coaches are called. Coach Roman is smug and annoying as he shakes her hand. The girls pick heads and win the coin toss. They choose to have kickoff; Roman's girls decide to stay on their side, meaning everything to their advantage as they have the slight uphill to battle through for the first half, and the second will use it to their advantage.
The starting lineup is quick to attack, and in a matter of minutes, Juliet scored a goal from a pass from Imelda. The girls' cheer, happy to be leading the game. They know better than getting cocky; if anything, this intensifies their speed at playing. The next twelve minutes of the second quarter are stressful as Josie makes it a two-zero lead from a corner kick. Just as half-time is to be called, a midfield slips through the defense from the back and gets it over Dawson's head, and just like that, the referee calls it.
Y/N can't remember the last time she was this anxious. It's foul after foul, and she's had enough of it.
Kate is quick to round up the girl, not wanting to monopolize all their time, wanting them to relax mostly to stay in a positive mindset. Kate leads the talk letting them know they are doing well and that the left-wing is getting beat, but having the downhill in favor should help her out now. Y/N went around making sure each girl was safe and had no injuries, only grass stains on their knees.
"Be aggressive, but don't stoop to their level."
"Yes, coach" is heard in unison as a response.
Each girl goes to their bags and starts to stretch, knowing they can't approach their parents because it's easy for them to influence them on how they are playing. Everyone respects it, but there are a few times a parent comes by.
She decides to take a walk, getting away from the girls. She just wants to relax and not be as tense for the end of the half.
She nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears someone call her name.
"Fuck, Harry. You scared me."
He raises his hands up in defense. "Sorry, I was just checking if you are okay?"
Y/N doesn't hesitate to rush into his arms, tucking her head into his neck. Harry, without hesitation, wraps his arms around her. He runs his hand down her back softly, hoping she finds it comforting.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." She holds him tighter, so he goes on. "You're okay, yeah, doing a good job. Girls are playing well. Taking care of each other, just like you taught them."
She slowly nods her head, she's calmed down, and Y/n thinks it might have to do with his soothing heartbeat.
"Deep breaths, love, Come on with me."
Harry breathes in and out until she does it with him. He feels her relax and tries to pull her back, but her grip is tight.
"It's okay, not going anywhere."
"Sorry," she whispers.
"No need to apologize, love."
"I just don't like when coaches teach their girls to play dirty; I hate injuries. They're just kids." She whispers, looking up at him now.
"They'll be okay."
"You don't know that. We have two quarters left."
Harry knows he won't be able to comfort her like he wants when he hears the ref blow the whistle. "Look, the girls are about to start, and they need a coach."
She nods, knowing she has to go back to her coaching mentality. The girls are her main priority; she can do this.
"Thank you, Harry."
"I'm here for you, whenever you need."
Y/N jogs over, nudging Kate playfully, who is shooting her suggestive eyes. They let the captain lead the huddle and listen intently before wishing them luck. The parents clap as the team cheer echoes out.
Only twenty-four minutes left, they can do this. She knows they can. The referees assured them he'd get a better eye on them, not wanting anyone to be carried off injured. Y/N refuses to take her eyes off of her girls. Constantly reminding them to keep communicating with each other when she hears them go quiet.
The last two quarters pass much quicker than the first; the girls play with more fleeting touches, not allowing the other team to put pressure on them.
Just when number eleven is close to getting the ball, Leslie switches the ball over to the other side; Y/N is shocked at how well Josie brings it down, she constantly struggles with this at practice, but she knows that Josie has been putting in the extra work.
She can hear Harry clapping and cheering on Josie; Y/N shouts her praise, letting her know she's doing well. Andie gets a breakaway, and it's a one-be-one versus the goalie. She fakes right as it goes left, touching it in softly, and in it goes. Y/N can't stop cheering, feeling the buzz all over her body. She's incredibly proud of the hard work they have all put in. Just as they reset and the ball is passed back, the whistle is blown and signifies they have won.
Golden Sparks are moving on to the semi-finals.
The girls are quick to jog in and tackle Y/N and Kate in a massive group hug. Y/N is going to be basking in this happiness for the entire weekend.
Y/N sends all the girls to their parents, letting them know she was okay doing the clean-up on her own. Kate stuck around, as did Juliet, because she wanted to have breakfast with Y/N telling her parents they were not welcome to come even though the invitation was extended to them. Clara and Xavier did not take any offense, happy to go back home and nap the morning away if their young toddler would let them.
Y/N approaches Harry after she gets everything settled in her trunk. He smiles at her, walking over helping her close her trunk as they wave by to Kate together. Josie and Juliet hang out in Harry's car, going through his Spotify playlist as they skip song after song, not being a fan of his taste.
Y/N lets out a deep breath, "I've been working up the courage to do this."
"Do what lovely? Harry asks curiously.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Y/N feels her stomach tense up as she waits for a response; by his wide eyes, she can tell he wasn't expecting her to say that, but he plays it off well.
"Asking me on a date?"
"I am."
Harry agrees, "I'd like that."
"Does Friday work for you?"
"Yes, great."
"I'll uh, pick you up."
"Proper wine and dine, love." She chuckles because, yeah, she wants to swoop Harry off his feet just like he did to her without even trying.
Y/N gives him a hug holding him tight for a few seconds, smiling up at Harry feeling giddy that they had a date planned after two months of flirting that they weren't sure would go anywhere.
"Juliet, we got to go."
"Okay, auntie." Juliet slams the door just a tad bit too hard, making Y/N mutter an apology.
"Bye, Harry."
"Bye, love."
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Friday had arrived quicker than Harry expected. He got to see Y/N during the week because of the practices, and he was texting her every chance he got. He wanted to let her know he liked her and he was serious about pursuing her. It's been a long time since his last relationship, but call him cliche with Y/N; it all feels right. That everything is falling into place like it should.
Now here he sat on his couch waiting for Y/N to arrive; he had changed his outfit three times because she told him casually, and he couldn't settle on a look. It wasn't until he put on a plain black tee that hugged her arms just right and white linen cropped pleated trousers that he felt ready. He even broke out his new white Vans for the evening.
Harry was about to check the time when there was a knock on his door. He couldn't tame the butterflies in his stomach if he tried. As he opened the door, Harry let out a laugh because there stood the most beautiful woman holding up a bouquet of red lilies. He's falling in love, and there's no stopping him; he just hopes she's there to catch him.
"Hi Harry, these are for you."
Harry laughs, not knowing how to react to receiving flowers, "I'm speechless." He accepts them and gently cradles them in his arms. "I'll put them in water, and we can go."
"Sure, no rush." Y/N admires his living room, never having stepped foot in his house until today, and it's small but cozy. There are photos of all his family framed on the wall to her right. He has a small bookshelf that holds more vinyl than books.
Harry comes back and sees her staring at a photo of Josie on her first birthday covered in cake from head to toe. "I'd give you a tour, but I'm actually really excited to start our date."
"I'm sure they'll be another time."
She walks down his driveway to her parked car allowing Harry to have a moment to look her over. She's dressed casually; she has high-waisted jeans that show off all her beautiful assets. Her lavender cardigan looks warm; she left it open to expose a white plain top. It is genuinely a casual look, but she makes it look over the top.
"You look beautiful," Harry tells her as she stands by her car door.
Y/N does a small twirl before jokingly curtsying for him. "Glad you think so. Those trousers are doing your thighs justice if I do say so myself."
Harry giggles loving how easy she compliments him.
"Right, I wanted to take you mini golfing but considering it's a Friday and summer, it's going to be packed with teenagers."
"Oh, you definitely saved us."
"Yeah, I thought we could take Josie during the middle of the week as a date. I bet she'd enjoy it. Although, I never keep track of points because I'm too competitive."
The date has barely started, and she's left him speechless twice.
"You want Josie to join us on dates." Harry states.
She looks over at him quickly as they are stopped at a red light, "Of course, Harry. She's your daughter; I don't expect you to find a sitter every time we want to go out together. Isn't it like if you're dating me, you're dating my daughter."
He chuckles, "but not on our first date."
"Honestly, I think we were long overdue for a date."
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you out all summer long," He confesses.
Y/N gasps in shock as she signals a right turn, briefly checking her blind spot before making the turn. "Yet, it only happened with a few weeks left in summer."
"Yeah, but we got here, didn't we?"
Y/N leans over and places her hand on his thigh, squeezing him twice, "Yes, we did."
Harry sees her turn into a diner that looks a bit run down; he doesn't dare question her because she seems so excited as she gets out of the car and waits for him by the trunk. Y/N extends her hand for him to take, and he does without a hint of hesitation.
Y/n leads the way, but he hurries to open the door for her. She thanks him with a squeeze of the hand. Walking in, he was startled at how Harry felt he was transported to a seventies diner. The booths were red and looked sparklingly new. To the left was a jukebox that he was desperate to have a look at, maybe dedicate a song to Y/N. The floor's black and white pattern shined at him as the waiter wore a nice button-up with a black bow tie, a red and white striped apron thrown over, his name tag said James.
"After you," Y/N said, wanting Harry to pick a booth side; he knew better than to fight her and slid in on the left side. Harry is surprised when Y/N slides in right next to him. "This alright, Harry?"
Harry grins at her, dimples on display just for her. "Yeah, just caught me by surprise."
She opens up the menu sliding the other one away so they could share. Y/N points to some of her favorite items on the menu and cringing at ones she disliked.
"You know the menu well." Harry states before deciding on the turkey burger she had raved about.
Y/N chuckles, closing the menu. "My grandparents brought Clara and me here every other weekend, never letting us eat out. My grandmother was against the food industry, and she knew the owner here prided themselves on giving back to the community. Always holding fundraisers or donating to local teams."
"Fast food industry isn't the best, but I thank them because I can get Thai food delivered to my house."
Y/N doesn't have time to respond, as their waiter comes back with two glasses of water. "I'll have the turkey burger, no onions, and fries instead of the salad."
Harry didn't know she didn't like onions but made a mental note on it, "I'll also have the turkey burger and the side salad. Oh, and the couple milkshake, we agreed on strawberry, right?"
Y/N nods her head, "I had forgotten about that, but yeah, two straws, please."
"I'll have that out shortly," James tells them, walking away.
"The shake is too hard to die for; it has whipped cream on the top and bottom. It's freshly made, nothing like the canned kind. It's large! Made to be shared, thank goodness you remembered."
Harry shrugs, "That's what I'm here for."
Harry loves how easy conversation flows with Y/N. He doesn't have to force himself to say try to think of a topic or question to ask her. She's very open in sharing herself with him, he's never had someone drop down all his walls this quick, yet again, he might have dropped back ages ago.
Y/N talks to him about his grandparents and how adoring they were. That they supported all of her dreams, even the ones that we're crazy, like wanting to become a witch because she wanted to make flowers grow from her palm. Harry shared how the first year of Josie being born, he felt like he never slept, always nervous something would happen. He also tells her how living in Georgia is something he didn't enjoy, but he also didn't want to bounce Josie around from school to school. It was only date one, but Harry was excited for what the future had in store for them.
When James came back to drop off their burgers and shake. Y/N didn't even hear him too busy laughing at a dumb joke Harry had told her; he can't even remember the joke he made because her laugh is music to his ears.
Y/N waits for Harry to take his first bite, and he decides to tease her just a bit. He slowly raises the burgers stopping an inch from his lips; Y/N sits there, chin perched on her hand as if she has all the time in the world to wait for him.
"I'm in no rush, casanova." She smirks, not falling for his game.
Harry knows eating burgers is nothing sexual, so he decides to go all in. He moans at the first taste he gets, it's juicy, and the pepper jack cheese is perfectly melted, adding an excellent combination.
"Love, that is an amazing burger."
"I know." She's already gotten a bite in. She eyes his salad plate for a moment before looking back over to her fries.
"You want some, sweetheart?"
Y/N giggles at his comment, "God no. I eat healthy enough already, thanks to Juliet, but can I have some of your ranch?"
Harry understands eating healthy, he does it for Josie, and since Y/N is constantly around Juliet, it makes sense she would change her eating habits but does know as an aunt she's easier to give in to desserts. Not that he minds; he needs more sweetness in his life.
"Sure, you eat it with your fries. That's interesting."
She shrugs, "I don't think it is. Everyone in my family eats fries with ranch, including Josie."
"If Josie starts eating fries like that, I will know who to blame."
Y/N bumps her shoulder with Harry, "Haha."
They eat most of their meal in silence. Occasionally, Harry steals a few fries causing Y/N to chuckle before turning her plate, so Harry didn't have to reach over her. She doesn't chastise him about not ordering fries if he wanted some. Harry likes how much he enjoys spending time with Y/N.
"What's one thing you hope to accomplish within the next five years?" Harry asks as Y/N passes the shake back to him and takes a generous drink. They had finished eating, and now we're trying to finish the shake that Harry thought was smaller than what had arrived at their table.
"My usual answer is a doctor, but what's happening next year, so, give me a moment," Harry waits for her, watching as she plays with the rings on his right hand. They went front sitting thigh to thigh to Y/N, hooking her leg to Harry's, causing her to lean more on him. Harry liked it, and if he wasn't somewhere public or their first date, he would have pulled her into his lap. He took a chance and set his hand on top of her thigh; to his surprise, she placed her hand on top of his, intertwining their fingers together.
Every little thing she did made him fall deeper and deeper.
"I want to run a marathon."
"A marathon? I didn't know you were a runner."
"Oh yeah, last December I ran a half marathon, and it was hell, but once the runner high hits, it's the most wonderful thing."
"Why not do it now?"
Y/N frowns, taking off the rose ring from his finger and slipping it on one of hers. "The training is rigorous. You have to work up the miles constantly and eat better. I would rather enjoy the upcoming year."
"Well, when it happens, I can't wait to be there cheering you on." He tells her with a hopeful look.
"I'll hold you to that, Styles."
Harry smiles, hoping she does, hoping he gets to spend many more years to come with her in his life.
Y/N excuses herself to the restroom, and Harry decides it's a good time to pick a song. He approached it grateful to half a quarter hanging in his pocket. The jukebox looked old but well kept. Harry saw over 100 songs but searched for a specific one in mind; he was thrilled to see it was on there. Just as it started to play, he saw Y/N walking back towards him, so he hurried over to slide into their seat.
"You know, you're kind of clumsy."
"Am not," he denies.
"Oh, sorry, so it wasn't you who bumped into the table as you made your way to sit down."
Harry decides not to respond, knowing she saw him embarrass himself, and instead starts singing along to the song. The smile on her face widens as she hears how good he is.
"I'm not surprised you picked Fleetwood Mac, "songbird" is a sweet song."
"Am I that predictable?"
She nods, "Jo always sings one of their songs; at the sleepover, she said that's what you played most, so I taught her my favorites."
"Is it you I have to thank for the ABBA and Selena obsession?" He playfully glares.
"Guilty. She needed to brighten her horizon."
"Josie doesn't even know Spanish."
"Ah, but she will now."
"You're weird." Y/N shrugs in acceptance, knowing he meant it as a compliment.
As Harry's song comes to an end, she jumps up and rushes over to pick her song. She doesn't shy away about dancing her way back over to him. She mouths along to "The Name of the Game," moving her body to the beat.
"The name of the game?"
"You know it, darling."
Harry feels the heat in his cheek and hopes Y/N won't bring it up. She gets him flustered in just a few words.
"You know this is about falling in love with your therapist," he states
"Harry!" She exclaims. "No, the song is open to interpretation."
"What do you think?"
"I think it's about the early days of your relationship and wondering if it'll be something more or not. Also, that bridge, I mean come on."
Harry loves how passionate she is about the song. He loves that she's not afraid to share her thoughts with him, and he realizes he's doing the same. He can't help himself and leans in to press a kiss to her temple, throwing an arm over her shoulder to pull her close as they sit there listening to the song to the end.
"Ready to go, angel?" He feels her mutter a small okay, as she gets up, offering her hand to him as he's at the edge. "Let's go take care of the bill."
Y/N chuckles, "Already did, Harry."
Harry pulls her back, turning her to face him, "When?"
"The restroom, oldest trick in the book."
"Sneaky, sneaky."
Y/N, let's Harry lead the way out this time; they say goodnight to the staff and hurry over to the car. He didn't bring a coat, and he still wasn't used to how cold California got at night. He thought summer meant warm nights with a gentle breeze, not chilly air. Y/N seemed to not mind it, not hurrying after Harry as he jumped into the passenger seat.
"Afraid of the cold, H."
"Yes, why is it so bad?"
"Didn't you get snow in December up in the peach state? Also, aren't you from where the sun never shines?" Y/N teases him as she settles in her seat, turning on the heater for Harry.
"We visit occasionally; I can handle the weather with the appropriate clothing." He pouts at her, rubbing his arms.
Y/N turns around, reaching for something in the backseat before settling in again and settling it in Harry's lap. She doesn't say anything besides dazzling him with a smile and pulling out of the parking lot.
Harry slips it on over his head and finds it fits him loose, "I hope you know you might not be getting this back."
Y/N turns to look at him as he drags the collar up to his cheek to feel the softness it still holds, "That's my coach sweater. Kate got me a few, all in different sizes; I wear this one because I like baggy hoodies."
Harry smiles at her, he knows everything they have done has been in reverse, but he loves how confident she is. He knows she's been hurt before in the past from what she's shared but not once has he felt her trying to hide or push him away. He wants to tell her everything he's kept locked inside, he's never felt like this before, and he hopes the feeling never goes away.
"You know, if people see you wearing the sweater, they'll start talking."
Harry turns in his seat, facing her as the street lights shine on her face. "Let them. I've got no shame in people thinking you're my girlfriend. If I'm lucky enough, it might come true."
Y/N shakes her head, thankful for the darkness because he won't be able to see how her face heated up. The drive to his house was short, he wished for the night to never end, but even he knows he's not that lucky. Harry lets her know it's okay to pull into his driveway as he had his car parked on the curb right.
"I'll walk you to your door." Harry holds her hand the short way to where they will soon have to say goodnight.
Harry doesn't try getting his keys out; instead, he turns her to look at him, wanting to remember her in this moment forever. His last first date. Call him crazy, but there was no one else for him. It was always Y/N; he just had to find her.
"I had the best night with you," Harry whispers, pulling her close by her waist. She rests her hands on his shoulders and nods. "We're doing this again, Y/N."
"I got a second date." She cheers.
Harry leans his forehead against hers, smirking as he hears her breath hitch. "You get a second, a third, a fifth, a one hundred. You name it, you got it."
He's so close to closing the gap between them, feeling their breaths mix together.
"That means you'd be stuck with me for a long time."
"I want to say forever, but that might be too soon."
"Our secret." She whispers, her eyes dancing from his lips to his eyes. "Please kiss me, H."
Harry knows he won't ever be able to deny anything she wishes in life, mainly because he was close to losing her once before.
His lips moved slowly, savoring the feel of her against him as he pulled her close, letting himself rest against the door. He felt the butterflies in his stomach going crazy as she moved her hands to his hair, tugging on the small curls. Harry pulled back in fear of letting out a moan at the intense pleasure she made him feel.
Y/N pulls back breathless but presses her lips to his cheek, not wanting him to touch to go far. "Will you give me another, darlin'," Y/N nods a starry look in her eye as she lets Harry swoop in and take control of the kiss. This second kiss is faster and more passionate. Harry was holding back before, but now he wants her to feel everything he makes her feel. Harry wants her to know he gives her goosebumps and fireworks.
"I could kiss you all night." Harry trails kisses on her cheeks, loving how lost in his touch she is.
"Too bad, I need to rest. I've got to coach a game tomorrow."
That statement is enough to bring Harry back to reality, where he has to wake up extra earlier to pick up his daughter then drive her to the game. They have to say goodnight, even though neither one of them wants to.
Harry pulls away, dropping his hands from her waist; Y/N follows by letting her hands slide down from his hair.
"See you tomorrow?" He winks at Y/N as she walks backward, creating distance between them.
"Of course, we got a semi-final to win."
Y/N walks to her car, touches her lips feeling the lingering heat on when he kisses her breathless. She is turning on her car, making sure her headlights are on, when she sees Harry rushing down the steps toward her, the smile on his face contagious.
"What is it?" She asks as she rolls down her window, knowing she wouldn't leave soon if she got out.
"A kiss for the road."
Y/N couldn't dare deny him a kiss, especially when she was craving more already.
Harry slipped a hand the back of her neck, fearing she'd pull back sooner than he wanted. Her lips tasted like cherry; he figures she put on chapstick. This was only their third kiss, but it had only gotten better. Harry swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, begging for entrance, but she pulled back, letting out a breathless laugh at the pout he made, no longer able to feel her against him. She leans and pecks at the corner of his mouth, whispering a goodnight as he steps back, letting her drive away.
It may be too soon, but he might just love her.
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The semi-final had to be one of the most intense games she had seen the young girls play. It was goal after goal from each team, neither one backing down on the pressure.
In the second half, she told them she was proud that if they kept playing how they were, this game was theirs. Going in a 3-2 lead, the girls stood shocked when, in a corner kick, the other team had been able to get it into the back of the net and over Dawson.
Kate thought this might knock them down, but it sparked something in all of them. All the parents stood up from their seats when they saw them dance around the opposing team switching the ball side to side. Honestly, it was something far advanced than they've ever presented.
Y/N was in awe; their communication was at a new level. There wasn't much time left, and Kate feared penalty kicks even if they were prepared for it.
Lani had control of the middle field; she just needed to get it past their defense. Juliet had defenders marking her tight, no way able to make a run towards the goal. If they played it right, Juliet would draw them out, leaving a gap allowing them to make a run for it. That's all they needed for a foot race.
Kate was sitting on the bench holding tightly onto Sarah Beth's hand, not able to take the pressure; then again, no one could take it. It all happened so fast; one moment, Juliet ran towards the midfield, two defenses following close behind when she got a touch on the ball, letting her send it back where it came from, then straight down the line. Jo and Franny ran down both sides too far ahead to be stopped; Jo was able to get a touch on it, crossing it straight to Franny, who shot at goal but was stopped by the opposing goalie. Jo was there for the rebound striking it in.
Goal!
She did it. She made the final goal.
Jo was quick to be bombarded by the rest of her teammates hugging her as they ushered back for the kick-off. Y/N wished she could run in there and hug her, telling her how proud she was, but for now, shouting 'great job' and 'stay focused' would be enough. Y/N looked over at Harry, who was wiping his tears still yelling proudly for his daughter, and like he knew she was staring, he looked over at her giving her the cheesiest grin she had ever seen on him.
The game finished, and the Golden Sparks won another game, taking them to the final the following week. Y/N congratulated the girls telling how proud she was of them and the hard work they put in each game. She told them she can't wait to see them on Monday and to have a wonderful weekend. Then told their parents to spoil them a little extra this weekend that earned a cheer from all the girls.
As Y/N was packing up her things, Kate and a few other parents already helped carry everything over to Kate's car. She felt arms around her waist.
"Hey, quickster," Y/N says, turning, allowing her niece to hug her properly.
"The girls are going to get ice cream if you want to go with them; Emilia's mom will text you the address," Juliet asks, but Y/N has spent enough time with them and wants to let them be.
"Thanks for the offer, but you have a good time. I'll let your mom know Emilia's mom is dropping you off." Juliet nods, giving her one more hug before hurrying over to Emilia's car, where Jo also happens to get in. She sends them away; she notices Harry a few vehicles over putting a bag away when she reaches her car.
Something comes over her because the next thing she knows, she's calling his name and standing next to him.
"Hiya, love. Doing alright?"
Y/N tucks her hair behind her ear and nods, "Yes, all good. That was an exciting game."
"Good to hear."
"You doing anything now?" She asks, peeking over her shoulder, seeing Kate has her eye on her, but she just rolls her eyes before looking back at Harry.
"Going home, my munchkin left me."
"Well, there's a great Mexican restaurant here if you'd like to join me for lunch."
Harry smirks, "Asking me on another date, are you?"
"I have to when I know you're still a bit nervous about making a move," she confesses bashfully.
Harry's not surprised she can so easily read him; all the walls he had left are gone.
"Then I'd be honored."
"Great, uh good. Just follow me then."
Arriving, they were seated quickly. A plate of chips and salsa were delivered shortly, Harry asked for guacamole. Y/N didn't argue, knowing for many people that was one of their favorite dips. Personally, she wasn't a fan. She didn't like the texture. Most people were shocked at the revelation, and no doubt Harry would as well.
"What's good here, love?" Harry says, leaning into her side to peek at her menu instead of opening his.
"Hmmm...honestly everything. I always get something different when I come, but you can never go wrong with tacos."
"Alright, you want to share?"
Y/N shrugs, "We can. I'm not picky, but I am starving."
"Have some guacamole; you haven't gotten any."
"No thanks, I'm not a fan."
"You serious?"
"Yes, Harry."
"That's strange."
"What is?" She sets the menu down to look over at him.
"I mean, it's fine. At least you'll never buy avocado toast for like six dollars." He chuckles, and Y/N can't help but join in.
Their waiter comes over, "Estan listos para ordenar?"
Y/N nods, "Hola, si. Dos tacos de asada, y dos de al pastor. Por favor."
Harry is staring intently at his menu, not speaking a word as they wait for his order. "You alright, darling?"
He leans close to whisper in her ear, not able to focus on the term of endearment, "Can you order for me?"
She doesn't tease him, just smiles, "Y una orden de enchiladas rojas."
Their waiter smiles and walks away, promising to be back shortly.
"Have we discussed you speaking a second language?"
"I thought we had." She brushes it off like it's no big deal.
"I don't think so."
"Okay, I took YMCA classes from age seven and did so all the way until college. Even have a minor in Spanish."
"Impressive."
"Sorry if you felt uncomfortable. They speak English as well but primarily speak Spanish."
Harry shakes his head, not wanting her to feel bad, "No, I was just caught by surprise. Hearing you speak Spanish was a turn-on."
"I'll keep that in mind." She winks at him, glad to see the blush spread on his cheeks.
Lunch went great, just as she had expected. They shared food, Y/N enjoying Harry's enchiladas much more than the tacos. Harry happily ate the three tacos she left after eating most of his plate, not that he minded. Y/N appreciated how open he was in sharing food. She had always done it growing up, so Harry allowing her to do the same made her find more profound comfort in their already growing relationship.
Harry beat her to the bill, and she let him take it not without letting him know she'd get it the next time. They stood outside together, allowing the nice breeze to brush over then neither one was eager to say goodbye. They knew they would see each other soon, but with the growing affection, they just craved more time together, more time getting to know each other.
Harry had her pressed against her car door, hidden from the view of others. "We should do this again."
"We should," she agrees.
"My house Thursday night, Josie is going out with Sarah and Mitch to watch a movie, most likely do a sleepover as well."
"I'd like that. We'll see if you can maybe have a sleepover yourself."
Harry smirks, liking the idea of her spending the night with him, not caring that they both had work the following day.
"Are you going to kiss me?"
"I want to."
"You have my full permission," she teases.
Y/N met him halfway and pressed, letting him press his lips against hers. As she kissed him back, she wanted him to feel how much she liked him, how fast she was falling for him. His hands wrapped around her waist tight; it gave her comfort. She knew he wouldn't let go until she asked.
She felt her beat just a little fast as she left out a soft moan; she shifted closer as his mouth opened over hers and his tongue slid between her lips.
He was in control of her. She did not mind one bit.
With a sigh, she tilted her so he could kiss her more deeply; he didn't need any encouragement to do as she wished. His kiss became more intense, she could feel the burn between her thighs, wanting more, needing more, and that's when she knew she had to pull back, but he beat her to it.
Harry pulls back, staying close enough that he could steal another kiss, "God, I can't get enough of you."
He surprised her, how open he became with her feelings, she hadn't asked how his therapy was going, but god, it must have been doing wonders if she could feel every emotion that was going through him as she gazed into his loving emerald eyes.
"I'll see you soon, darling." Harry took that as his cue to let his hold of her go.
"Not soon enough," he whispers.
"You'll see me Monday," she reminds him.
"Can I steal a kiss then?"
"If you're lucky."
Y/N knew it wouldn't be long until she could say she was in love with Harry.
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Harry never thought he'd be the type of guy to be excited over a simple call or text reading: 'I'm thinking of you." She's made him feel good and confident in their relationship. He sent flowers to her work that led to her sending him a selfie with her face buried in the flowers.
At practice, he knew she couldn't pay attention to him, but that didn't mean he couldn't. He saw how fast she moved with the ball showing the girls a new drill, then doing it again slowed down, making sure they all understood. He admired how she never got frustrated. He knew how hard it was to handle one eight-year-old, but sixteen was impressive. He'd sit there for hours just admiring her if he could.
On Tuesday, he called Alycia, the receptionist at Y/N's office, asking for her lunch schedule, wanting to drop by and leave her lunch. She let him know she was taking it later that day at 2 since she was so busy. He decided that a BLT sandwich from two blocks away would do as she had once expressed to him how well done they were, promising to take him one day.
He walked in, noting how few people were in the waiting room, but eagerly stepped up to the counter. Alycia greeted him kindly, now seeing him more than once when he took Josie to her first session. Josie showed improvement, and each time he brought her, he made sure to leave a note behind for Y/N.
As he told Alycia to give you the food, there Y/N came walking down the hall. He was surprised at how casual, yet professional her look was; she had a silky oversized button shirt tucked into her linen pants, wearing her brown loafers he knew she didn't use often.
"Alycia, can you update this- Harry!" Y/N looks shocked to see him standing in front of her, not at all expecting to see him; she just planned on calling him later at night like they had been doing the past few days.
"Hi, love. Brought you lunch." He smiled sheepishly, holding up the bag.
She laughs, handing over the file to Alycia then stepping towards Harry to wrap him in a hug she has been wanting to do since she laid eyes on him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight against him, taking in her sweet honey scent. Before pulling back, remembering, after all, she was at work.
"I'm starving, thank you, darling. I was about to head out." Y/N rubs her stomach jokingly.
"Well, I'll leave you to it. See you tomorrow."
Y/N pouts, "You're not staying?"
"Well, I didn't want to assume."
"Assume, please." She laughs at the smile she gets Harry to give her.
They excuse themselves from Alycia and walk towards her office. They take a seat on her couch as Harry hands her the sandwich. They ate together, and for the forty-five minutes they had together, it was perfect; they shared stories of how their week was going at how Josie was anxious for the game and just promising to see each other soon. Harry got a kiss goodbye and was glad he would be seeing her the following day.
It's Thursday night, and Harry will finally get her for more than half an hour. Josie left a few hours ago to watch the movie with Sarah and Mitch, her sleepover bag on her shoulder not at all a surprise for Harry. He glanced around his house and knew it wasn't the cleanest. Josie always had some stuff scattered around the house, but he knew it just gave the house character.
"Hey, I'm outside," Y/N tells him on the phone before hanging up.
He rushes to the door, swinging it open to see her shut the door with her hip before making her way to him, a grin on her face as she carries a pink box in one hand and what he assumes to be food in another.
"You said you don't always like having to cook, and I know you said you love Thai." She giggles as he reaches to take the bag out of her hand, letting the smell take over.
"This is sweet, love. I appreciate it."
"Well, of course," she shrugs off his compliment. "I wanted to do something nice."
"I feel like I should be the one doing sweet things for you," he confesses as he guides her to his kitchen.
Y/N frowns, "Darling, we can move past that."
"Can we?"
"Of course, I feel like we've grown in the last few weeks. There's a different type of trust, don't you think?" She turns to face him, knowing the conversation was serious.
"Do you know how sorry I am?"
She nods, slowly stepping towards him, stopping right in front of him. She lifts her hand under his chin to have him look at her. "I do, and I forgive you. Sometimes we let our emotions win."
"I hope you know I'd never do that again." His voice is soft.
"I know."
She leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
"Dinner?" She beams.
"Yes, of course."
The meal is good, probably one of the best foods he's had in a long time. She didn't pick this up from his usual place but wouldn't tell him where she went. Told him she needed to keep some things to herself to keep surprising him. Harry finished most of the meal and then opened the pink box she left on the table that held a mixture of donut holes.
"You've still got room," she exclaims.
"They smell so good." He defends. Y/N laughs but rejects the offer to have one.
After cleaning up, he leads them to the living room, deciding to watch a movie. The scroll endlessly for a few minutes before settling on Life As We Know It. Harry shared that it was one he enjoyed watching back, and she agreed.
They had only gotten thirty minutes in before they began chatting. Y/N went on about how she was planning a trip to take two up north wanting to visit June Lake and hike some trails. Y/N's sister was going to see Xavier's family in San Diego, so they couldn't go up with her. Harry, without thinking, said if she'd have them, they could go. She didn't respond, making him assume she didn't want them to join, but she surprised him by hugging him.
"Best idea you've had tonight. I'll make all the reservations. Just let me know when you're free." She told him before settling back down next to him, her hand on his thigh going back to the movie. She was grinning at the montage of Holly and Eric and how they were learning how to co-parent Sophie. Harry had not taken his eyes off of her; she laughed as Sophie pooped in Eric's old hat.
"You're staring." She narrows her eyes at him, suspicious.
"It's because you're beautiful."
"Thank you," she answers timidly. "Very sweet of you."
"Of course, I'm going to spend the rest of my life telling you how beautiful you are if you let me."
"God, you're smooth."
Harry smirks, "Smooth enough for a kiss."
She didn't answer him; she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him forward so that he could meet her halfway, and pressed her lips against his. Harry was quick to take control, slipping his hands around her waist and placing her on his lap, "this okay," he asked, quickly pulling back making sure she said yes. Once he had a go-ahead, he went back to her lips; she shifted closer, now touching chest to chest, not a single space in between as his tongue slipped into her mouth, prideful of the moan she released against his mouth.
Harry smoothed his hands from down her waist to rest on her ass, then cupped her and held her to him as he thrust against her. He pulled back for a second fearful he went too far; Y/N frowned, slowly opening her eyes whispering "again" against his lips, and who was he to deny her.
She could feel his hesitation, slid her hands up, and cupped his jaw, "You're okay, we're okay. You're taking care of me. I want this."
Harry swallowed hard, noting she never stopped rocking herself on top of him. His mouth curved in a slight grin, pushing up to meet her, he felt her go soft in his arms, and that's when he really realized the effect he has on her.
He needed her lips on him, it had only been a few moments, but he was craving her. He laid a string of kisses up her neck until he reached her mouth, lips swollen, but he knew she was eager for more.
"Harry, please." She had a hand tangled in his curls, needing to close the distance.
"I got you, love."
He tilted her head, allowing him to kiss her deeply, the kiss only more intense than before. If he didn't need to breathe, he would kiss her forever, never stopping.
"So pretty, all those moans just for me,"
"All for you," she breathes out.
Harry smirked, moving her up and down over his pants at a steady rhythm, but she was fighting for control.
"Harry."
"It's alright, love, let yourself go. Show me how pretty you look when you come."
Y/N was so close, tensed her thighs around him about to reach her release when they heard a phone ringing, halting their movements. Harry groans, pressing one more lingering kiss to her puckered lips, before reaching over to the side table to his right for his phone, "not me."
She holds back a whine, getting up for her phone inside her jacket. "Whoever it is, don't answer," he half-jokes.
Y/N giggles and looks at the caller as she swipes right to answer, "it's my niece."
Harry watches as she nods, telling her to relax and that she'd be right over.
"Has our night been cut short?"
"It has. Juliet got in an argument with her dad and is now threatening to move out."
"What," he laughs, standing up as he watches her shrug her jacket on.
"Yeah, to the backyard or with me."
"She really made you a mediator."
Y/N laughs, shrugging.
As Harry is walking her to the car, he can't believe how the night turned or would have. "You know I thought it would have been my child who interrupted us."
"Well, your daughter is an angel next to Juliet."
"You really think so,"
"I know so."
"You make it so easy to fall for you," he confesses, wrapping her in a hug before she leaves him for the night.
"Harry."
"What, I mean it."
She leans up to kiss his cheek, "I'm sorry we didn't get to finish."
"Me too."
"I hope you know once I'm in bed tonight, I'll be thinking of you."
"That's not fair."
"Why not?"
"Because I want to be the one taking care of you, making a mess of you."
"We'll get there," she promises.
Harry leans in and kisses her; it's short and sweet.
"Night, Harry. See you Saturday."
"See you then. Goodnight, love."
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It's bittersweet honestly, it's the final game of the season. The girls have worked very hard to get where they are now: at the championship game. After this game, win or lose, they'll have a month off. No one will call her asking for an extra jersey, asking her for a ride, or texting her what time the game was, even with them owning the schedule. They'd all get a break until mid-September.
Harry and Josie were the first to arrive, while Kate and Y/N were setting up the warm-up drill.
"Loverboy is here." Kate teases as they walk to the bench.
"Stop." Y/N looks over at them, seeing them heading this way. "Styles family, good to see you."
"Hiya, Coach."
"Hello, Jo. You're going to go get ready?" Y/N says, looking down at the girl's black crocs with Avengers pins.
"Yup," she skips away, sitting on the grass next to Kate, who's pumping air in a few balls.
"Harry, hi."
"No darling," he teases."
She narrows her eyes at him, "I'll have you sit with the other parents if you keep teasing."
Harry looks appalled; she'd suggest such a thing, "Now that hurts."
"You know I thought you'd be sweeter, especially about that wonderful night we had Thursday."
A smile tugs up Harry's face at the memories, "My apologies, didn't want to upset my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" Y/n doesn't hide her surprise.
"Yeah, uh, we've gone out enough. I like you, and I'm going out on a limb here that you like me," she nods, allowing him to continue. "You're marvelous and love, Josie; god, you even gave her a nickname. I want this; I really want to hold your hand and keep going on dates with you and kiss you. I never want to stop.
She smiles, stepping into his embrace, "I'll be your girlfriend, boyfriend."
"Enough to risk a kiss?"
She doesn't reply; instead, she leans in, giving him a chaste kiss.
"Now go be a good parent and take a seat."
Harry does so. The smile on his face mirrors her own.
The game passed in a blur; the four quarters finished quickly. Y/N had thought they lost to the other team carrying a two-one win over them. The girls didn't look defeated, but each girl she subbed came out with a sigh but cheered as the minutes counted down.
Everyone hated losing, including herself.
Then out of nowhere, Priscilla, a usually shy player, gets a touch on the ball and sends it towards the goal. The goalie lets it slip under her, and what do you know they scored. The cheers seem endless; Y/N isn't bothered with the time, knowing there isn't much left in the final quarter.
This gives the girls a new motivation like a spark has been lit. It's a game of keep-away, Blue Devils not giving up easily. Abby gets the ball at her feet, and she freezes; the goalie is running right towards her, the defense kept away by the others; it's not until someone shouts, "Shoot!" that the young girl lifts her left foot shooting it through the goalies' legs and hitting the back of the next. Then just like that, the referees blow the whistle and call the game.
The Golden Sparks had won the championship. Y/N felt the tears in her eyes, thankful for the sunglasses hiding her overflowing emotions.
Y/N laughs as she feels Kate hug her and begin jumping up and down.
"We did it!!"
"They did it!"
Y/N is swept through the motions as she shakes hands with the coaches and claps the opposing team's hands. It's not until Juliet runs towards her with full force, knocking her onto the grass, wrapping her arms around her waist, that she's brought back to the moment. Then before she knows it, there are fifteen more girls joining in on the group hug. She's not sure when Kate was dragged into it, but she feels their joy.
They have a lifetime of wins and losses coming ahead in their young lives, but she's happy to be part of one that brings them so much happiness.
The young girls help her get up before hurrying over to their waiting parents. Juliet is being smothered in kisses by her parents. Josie is passed around by Harry's friends and her godparents, congratulating her on the win. Each girl showing off their small first place trophies, indeed to be displayed for all to see somewhere in their home.
Y/N has waved almost everyone off, telling them she would see them for pizza and drinks at their usual location. She took one look around the emptying field and felt she did well this season, but there was also room for her to grow as a coach.
"Looks like you're a champion, love."
Y/N turns around to find Harry smiling at her, Josie a few feet behind, waving to a couple with a baby. "Think she's the champ; she played the game. You did wonderful out there, Jo." She grins as Jo looks at her proudly.
"I still think you should be congratulated; you led these girls. Taught them and helped them grow into becoming better little humans." he shares, grabbing her hand pulling her into his chest.
"Well, thank you." Y/N looks down at Josie, who's crouched down trying to pick up what's likely to be a worm, "Ready for some pizza, Jo?"
Josie nods, not looking up too entranced on the creature in her hands now.
"Can I give you a gift, you know for uh...winning?"
"Course, I like presents." She grins at him, eager for what it could be.
His fingers curled into her nape and pulled her head into his as he kissed her softly. She felt his full lips move over hers; she felt how much he felt for her. As Harry brought their kiss to an end, he pulled back and looked into Y/N's eyes. "Was it a good gift?"
"The best," she answers before they are interrupted by a giggling Josie, who is staring up at them.
"Does this mean you're together?" Jo asks.
Y/N and Harry share a look before looking back at Josie, who's patiently waiting, "yes."
"Oh my! Dreams come true!" She shouts, running circles around them.
"Isn't meeting dad's girlfriend too soon a bad thing?" Y/N asks Harry.
"Not when you know you're never letting go."
"Oh, I like the sound of that." She lets pull her towards him, his arm resting comfortably over her shoulder.
"Plus, you're meeting all my friends at the pizza place, they all came to cheer on Josie, and you did say everyone was invited."
"I might just regret saying that."
"It'll be fine. Not a chance you don't win them all over."
Y/N brings them to a halt, Harry smiling down at her. This is happiness; she never wants to forget it. Harry leans in, letting their mouths meet in a kiss, soft and passionate as they both spill their feelings for another, hoping that with each passing second, the emotions only get stronger and stronger.
Harry pulls back, resting his forehead against hers, "I don't know what the future will bring, but I'm glad we'll be able to see it together."
Josie walks a few steps in front of them, leading the conversation. Harry and Y/N listen intently, holding each other tightly because this is what their future will consist of; more soccer games, more smiles, more laughs but most importantly, more love.
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Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the  burning spotlights and the applause and  the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.
Pairings: Y/N x OT7
GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.
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Warnings:  The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences  mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).
NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.
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Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway. 
Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there. 
Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.
So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there. 
But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me? 
Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.
He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word. 
The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting. 
Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.
On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen: 
“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button. 
Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head. 
I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. 
How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day. 
“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.” 
If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them. 
And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here? 
Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal. 
Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything. 
Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert. 
He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.
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