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joj-parisol · 5 years

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Heartbreak Hotel (Paul McCartney x reader)

summary: just some teen fluff then angst

warnings: death and angsty shit and potentially shitty writing

A/N hi this is the first fic I’ve ever posted so I’m FUCKING TERRIFIED YAY. pls enjoy and don’t be mean! im kinda proud of this and teen paul is precious so fun. this might be bad but hopefully whoever reads this enjoys !! now as she helped boost my confidence enough to actually post this, I especially hope that @casafrass enjoys !!here we go !!!!

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Paul and Y/N had been best friends for years. Pretty much their entire lives. They’d gone through everything together, grown up from little kids who ran around the playground hand in hand singing to teenagers who sang and played their guitars, in the others bedroom.

They didn’t go to the same school, unfortunately. Paul went to a nice grammar school in Liverpool whilst Y/N didn’t go to school at all. She took books from the library and studied whatever topics she cared for. Granted, this made her quite slow and dim when it came to maths, but she could spout fact after fact about Victorian fashion.

Y/N locked herself in her room during the day, hiding away in her bedroom at the back of the house. Not that she hid from anyone. The house was empty. It always was.

But at half three every day, Y/N would leave her books and walk down to Quarrybank Grammar School. She waited outside the gates, until Paul appeared. He would sling his arm around her waist and pull her close as they walked to their spot.

It was in the summer he plucked up the courage to ask her to go with him. It was the last day before the summer holidays, so there was an excited buzz in the warm summer breeze. Daisies littered people’s front gardens, except for those who had freshly cut grass sprinkled on their lawns, which kicked off peoples hay fever but gave the air a fresh scent. Paul had discarded his school blazer and jumper into his bag and his white shirt was unbuttoned and rolled up at the sleeves. His guitar case occasionally bashed his knees and the breeze swept his hair back even more.

Their footsteps led them down a secluded path, away from the roaring and rowdy school kids who didn’t care about the motor cars on the roads as they ran across them at the last minute. The path was grassy, but had been treaded by many others so the grass was smushed into the earth. The pair of teens chatted idly, strolling along at a leisurely pace, without a care in the world. Black birds chirped above their heads in the blue afternoon sky.

They halted once they reached a small apple tree, which had provided a bed of blossom petals for the pair to sit on. Y/N pulled a crisp red apple from one of the low branches and sat next to Paul. The tree shielded their eyes from the sun and the blanket of shade reached Paul’s knees and the middle of Y/N’s shins. This was a usual occurrence now that the nights were long and light and the grass only held dew in the mornings.

“Play me somethin’, Paulie.” Y/N asked, nudging the guitar case with her foot.

“If I must,” Paul teased, opening his guitar case and slinging it into his lap. He dug a pic from out of one of his blazer pockets. “Any requests?” He raised his eyebrows at her. He knew the answer to his question. It was always the same song. Their song.

“You know what song, you ass!” Y/N’s use of an ‘affectionate’ nickname as she put it made Paul laugh.

“No need for heckles already, Love. I know the one.” Paul smirked at her and strummed the guitar, checking if it was in tune before beginning to play.

The first few notes of Elvis’ ‘Heartbreak Hotel’ where, quite literally, music to Y/N’s ears. She smiled as Paul played, engrossed in his guitar. When he began to sing, Y/N’s vocal chords couldn’t help themselves as she jumped in, singing along, her feet tapping and shoulders swaying to the tune.

Paul’s singing faded out as Y/N’s got more passionate, her voice going up and down. His eyes flicked up to her every once in a while, enjoying seeing her so engrossed in her singing. She was so effortlessly beautiful with closed eyes and knitted eyebrows. Her hands moved expressively as she sung and her cute nose scrunched when she sung certain notes.

The song was nearing the end and Paul focused back on his playing until Y/N’s voice changed drastically. It was deep and expressive and sounded strangely exactly like Elvis. Paul stopped playing for a moment and looked up at her. She was mimicking Elvis with her face as well.

“Well now, if your baby leaves you,

And you got a tale tell

Well just take a walk down lonely street-“

She was dancing like Elvis, well as good as she could whilst sat down.

It made Paul laugh and stop playing completely, which made her stop singing, with a pout and a glare. Paul’s laughter doubled up on him and he fell onto his back, laughter still tickling him. Y/N couldn’t help herself as laughter crept up on her.

“It’s a brilliant impression, love, yeh just don’t quite have the hair.” Paul rolled onto his side to face her and gestured to her long, soft hair that was the opposite of Elvis’ dark greased pompadour.

“Well, my performance would have been even greater if my guitarist hadn’t just stopped randomly.” She raised her eyebrows accusingly and stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his out back at her.

“Your guitarist? I was the one who was singing first! You took over from me.” Paul teased straight back with a grin. She rolled her eyes and brushed him off.

“And it’s a good thing I did. Your an awful singer, McCartney. Absolutely dreadful.” Her comeback was overcome with a laugh as Paul gave her an exaggerated shocked look. He held his hand up to his heart protectively.

“Well. I know who I’m no longer singing to.” Paul ‘humph’-ed dramatically, crossing his arms defensively. It made her laugh even more and her laugh seemed contagious because Paul soon gave up and laughed.

They sat next to each other under the apple tree for three more hours. The sky turned a muted blue and the birds had stopped chirping, nestled in their nests rather than soaring through the sky.

They left the apple tree, hand in hand. Paul’s hands were warm and Y/N’s were cold against his warm skin. They always held hands so she thought nothing of it but Paul burned up, avoiding her gaze so she wouldn’t see the dusting of pink on his cheeks. He walked her home, sticking to the everyday routine. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shirt clad shoulder.

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” Paul asked out of the blue, blurting it out into the comfortable silent air between them.

“You mean tomorrow, Paulie? Today’s Friday, you ninny.” Y/N laughed and slowed down her steps as they reached her home.

“Well yes, I guess.” Paul’s voice was awkward as he stopped completely. There was a slight red blush on his cheeks. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed and she took a step toward him, resting her hand on his arm.

“Are you alright, Paul?” She used his actual name out of concern. He nodded, but a grim sort of smile was on his face. “Ok, well I am free tomorrow and Sunday and everyday after that, it’s not like I have anywhere to be on school days but it’s the start of the holidays so I really don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Good, well would you maybe want to maybe come with me?” Paul asked, staring into her eyes.

“Come with you where?” Y/N returned his question with a question, staring back at him expectantly.

“Oh right. To the Fair in Woolton?”

Y/N was confused. They always went to the summer Fair together. Why did he need to ask if she was busy if it was tradition they went together?

“Paulie, we always go together. Of course I want to go with you.”

“No-I mean like, together together.” Her eyes widened in shock and realisation and Paul’s heart dropped.

“Like a date?” She asked breathlessly, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes, if you want. And please stop doing that with your eyebrows. It’s making me nervous.”

Y/N grinned at him, with normal, unraised eyebrows.

“You know what, yes. I’d love to go with you. Only, and I mean only, if you apologise about your rudeness towards my Elvis impression.”

Paul laughed, so damn relived she said yes and didn’t just run into her house and never speak to him again.

“Ok, my sincere apologies about my rudeness towards your Elvis impression.” Paul apologised. sounding as serious as he could. She laughed and nodded.

“That’ll do, I guess.” She cheekily smirked. He began to protest but was cut off as her soft lips pressed into his cheek.

A bright red blush followed the kiss. She smirked and Paul smiled bashfully, stroking his cheek subconsciously.

“See you tomorrow, handsome.” She winked and his blush became severe. Before she could leave, Paul caught her arm and plucked a daisy with pink petals from the grass in someone’s garden. He tucked it behind her ear and kissed her cheek. He pulled away, his warm fingers brushing over her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She shivered but grinned.

The pair walked away from each other, cheeks burning. It felt as if Paul could still feel her fingers intertwined with his and her tender kiss made his cheeks tingle.

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Paul could still feel her kiss on his cheek many years later. It was their parting kiss that young summer day in 1956. And they would use that kiss everyday afterwards. No matter what, they would both end up with a kiss on their cheeks

Every time they met after school. Every time they met after Paul preformed in the cavern. After every performance he played on TV or played in front of thousands and thousands of people, she would be the one to kiss his cheek and receive one in return.

Paul kissed her cheek after they had their first night together. After she got a promotion at work. After she then lost her job at work. After every fight. After he had carried her bridal-style into their first apartment. After she had cried watching him preform on the Ed Sullivan show. After she accepted his marriage proposal.

After they said ‘I Do’ and started the next chapter of their life together.

But one day, Y/N couldn’t return his kiss.

The pair weren’t much older now, only twenty four. They were beginning their own family and had been driving home from dinner with John, Cynthia and little Julian, who was excited to soon have a cousin.

Despite Paul’s drunken protests, Y/N affirmed she could drive. Unable to drink anyway, she had to deal with Paul, who had been drinking with John for who knows how long.

His speech was slurred and woozy, laughing at random things which made Y/N think that maybe it wasn’t just alcohol him and John had occupied themselves with.

It was when he leaned over to kiss her, that another car came speeding round the bend. Y/N hadn’t noticed the vehicle as she laughed at drunken Paul who tried his hardest to be seductive.

The impact of the other car made her scream. The car spun out of control, making her scream. The car smashed into thick trees but she didn’t scream. Paul screamed, the alcohol leaving his system. He sobered up when he didn’t hear her. His head throbbed and he couldn’t feel his legs properly but his vision was hazy. He couldn’t tell if it was through tears or impact.

His beautiful wife. His beautiful, beautiful wife. It looked as if she was sleeping. Her eyes were closed, arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. She looked so peaceful. Paul reaches out for her. His hands felt as though they’d been set on fire.

He shook her shoulders as gently as he could.

“Y/N....Y/N please.” His words came out in sobs and he grew more desperate. She had to wake up. “Wake up, Y/N! Wake up!”

He shook her but she didn’t wake up. Her body just fell into Paul’s lap. His body was overcome with sobs. He held her close to his shaking chest. His body shut down, overcome with pain. Paul brushed the hair away from her eyes.

His forehead rested on hers, Paul’s tears poured onto her cheeks. He kissed them away. Kissing her cheeks, pleading with every being that her eyelashes would flutter and she’d lean up to return the kiss.

But she didn’t. Her eyes didn’t open but a tear that wasn’t his rolled down her temple. It escaped her closed eyes - She was gone. Completely. And as Paul used all of what was left in him to wipe the tear from her face, sirens bleared outside the wreck of the car.

Officers approached the vehicle, trying to pry open doors that were smashed beyond compare. They wouldn’t be able to. And if they did they wouldn’t be able to pry him away from Y/N. Not until she kissed him back.

He couldn’t go, it was his fault she couldn’t. It was all his fault. With one last feeble kiss, his face fell into the crook of her neck. He sobbed and sobbed, that was the only thing he could hear. His sobs. No heart beat.

But all of a sudden there was a crackle in the radio. The only thing that wasn’t damaged. Paul didn’t bother to look up from her neck.

His sobs stopped for a moment as the radio fuzz cleared into the first bars of ‘Heartbreak Hotel’.

He screamed out weakly and hugged her tighter. Holding her against him, he just cried. But he couldn’t drown out the lyrics.

Well, since my baby left me

Well, I found a new place to dwell

Well, it’s down at the end of lonely street at

Heartbreak Hotel

Where I’ll be so lonely baby

Well, I’m so lonely

I’ll be so lonely, I could die

#paul mccartney #the beatles #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney x oc #x reader #the beatles angst #the beatles fic #john lennon #angst

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harry-sussex · 5 years

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February 20, 2019

A day that will live in infamy: the day I saw HRH The Duchess of Sussex in my home city

I go to school in the Upper East Side of Manhattan on Wednesdays and Thursdays. When I saw photos of Meghan & co. at The Mark Hotel on Tuesday, I assumed the baby shower was over and that I’d missed my chance.

Then, Omid Scobie broke the news that the baby shower was in fact Wednesday.

I usually have class at 4 and then at 7 on Wednesdays, but my 4:00 class was canceled, so I actually had free time to wander about Manhattan before my 7:00. With the help of the always wonderful @harryandmeghansussex, I decided I was going to hang out outside the hotel. I didn’t want to scare Meghan or bother her or anything, I just wanted to know that there was at least someone in the mess of people looking for her who had her back, you know? Even if she never knew it. Of course, I also wanted to see my favorite pregnant first-time-mum-to-be in person!

So anyway, I got to The Mark around 6:00, at which point Jessica Mulroney, Amal Clooney, and Misha Nonoo had already left. Serena Williams hadn’t yet been spotted and nobody had yet seen Meghan at all that day, so I was pretty confident that she was still in there. The paparazzi were staked out on both sides of the main entrance to The Mark - I was on the left (if you’re looking towards the street). The photo below is of the paparazzi staged on the right of the hotel entrance. It was about even on both sides, so maybe about 15-20 of them total. Once I saw them standing there, I knew she still had to be in the hotel.

There was a black SUV with US Government plates parked outside (see the pic above) with tinted windows and I knew that was Meghan’s vehicle. There were also police barricades holding in the paparazzi on both sides of the hotel, as well as across the street. I didn’t notice any overt police presence, however.

As I was checking out the car from my vantage point, one of the regular people standing there to see her (not the paparazzi) asked me if I knew which car was hers and if so, why. I started filling in a handful of fans on what I knew - not only about the baby shower, but also about Meghan’s life as a royal. They were loose followers of royalty (not obsessive stans to the grave like myself) so we passed the time by talking about Meghan, Harry, the baby, their wedding, even William and Kate. One guy was there with his girlfriend (wife?) and he was quite interested in the notion of royalty and what they can/cannot and should/should not do. Another girl was there and she was telling me that she’s hosting a baby shower for Meghan at her own apartment on Saturday! With gifts and games and her friends and everything! She woke up at 4 am to watch Harry and Meghan’s wedding, the whole nine yards. She was so excited!!

People started fading at around 6:20. It was cold and still kind of snowing. The paparazzi stayed put, however. My new friends and I had formed a group of 5 people, and we seemed to be the only fans who stayed put until the end. A handful of stragglers would stop across the street for a few minutes, but would continue on their way rather quickly.

At around 6:30, a man with an earpiece left the Mark and started the US government vehicle in the photo above. Every time the doors to the Mark would open, I held my breath. A staffer from the Mark was outside talking to a few of the people I was with, and he said he found a red rose that was allegedly part of the baby shower. He gave it to one of the girls in my little group and I was dying of jealousy but she seemed really happy to have it!!

The guy with the earpiece on the left, helping to load Meghan’s luggage on the right.

At around 6:45, the Mark hotel staff started relocating the police barriers to the service entrance just to the right of the main entrance. My new royal-loving friends and I were torn, as were half of the paparazzi - should we go to the relocated barriers, or should we stay put? Was it just an effort to split up the group of people?

I went with my gut and went to the new service entrance. My new group of friends also followed suit. I was operating on the hunch that there was no way they’d let her walk out of an unprotected entrance with so many people waiting for her.

At around 6:50, they rolled out a black and white striped carpet in front of the service entrance that matched the famous Mark hotel floors seen in Serena’s Instagram post from the weekend. That convinced me (and, unfortunately, most of the paparazzi) that she wouldn’t be departing from the main entrance as Jessica, Amal, and Misha had. You can see the carpet here:

The left photo is of the super nice Mark hotel staff member (more on him later). The woman on the right seemed to be Meghan’s RPO for the weekend, though I haven’t confirmed that.

We moved over to the newly-erected police barricades and we actually had a good view. The barricades were meant to control the paparazzi only, so we weren’t pushing against a barrier or anything. I think the Mark hotel staff had a feeling that we were there harmlessly, you know?

The first and only paparazzo to leave bailed around 7:00 pm, citing “12 hours in the snow and no sighting of Meghan” as his reason. At this point, I was already late to my 7pm class and I decided I would wait it out. If all of the paparazzi left, then I would leave, because I knew they were receiving tips all weekend. One guy who was staying at the Mark was walking around telling anyone who would listen that he was staying really close to the Duchess in the hotel that weekend and that she left yesterday and that we were all wasting our time. He was acting like such a jerk about it though, pompously strutting with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, not convincing at all - hardly anyone paid him any mind. There were murmurs that she wasn’t there, that she left already out a private entrance and we missed her, but I just refused to believe it - as did most of the paparazzi. One member of our little group - the boyfriend/husband - was about to leave. His significant other really wanted to wait it out - they had been waiting this long - but didn’t want to stay alone. He said he’d wait another handful of minutes - 7:05-ish, the latest.

And then. The moment to end all moments.

The doors opened at around 7:05, and the cameras started flashing. The paparazzi started shouting questions at Meghan, and I just didn’t want that to be the only thing she heard (if she could hear anything at all). I was closer to the door than the paparazzi were, so once I saw the cameras flashing, I knew she was coming out, and I waved and kind of softly called over to her, “Hi Meghan!! I love you!!! Congratulations!!!” She, of course, didn’t look over to either side - just kept her head down and headed straight to the waiting car (the US government vehicle - I was right!)

Did she hear me? I have no idea. Probably not. But I like to think she might have. After it was all over, one of my newfound royal-loving friends texted me the video she took of Meghan’s departure and you can hear me at around 0:28 saying “hi Meghan!! I love you!!!” before the paparazzo shouts something obnoxious about her allowing her father to meet the baby. I’ll post the video later if anyone is interested, it’s not working in this post right now.

The main thing I noticed about her in person is her hair. It’s gorgeous in person. The photos do not do it justice at all. It was so shiny and looked so soft and curled so perfectly. Even under a black ball cap, it was stunning. I also noticed the sparkle of that beautiful engagement ring in the camera lights. My favorite thing I noticed, though? She was cradling her baby. Shielding him or her from the flashes and shouts of the world outside. That’s a lot to notice in not even five seconds, but I was paying such close attention to detail to make sure I remembered all of it.

I noticed after the fact, when looking at my pictures, that my goodness, she’s tiny. She’s tinier than I thought she was, even from professional photographs! These are probably the three best photographs I ended up taking (I wasn’t looking at my camera, I was focusing on seeing her with my own two eyes, so they’re not the best):

Once the car was on its way, the paparazzi dispersed pretty quickly. My little group and I were so excited that we stuck around for a few minutes reliving the past minute while the Mark hotel staff put everything in order. The nice man on the Mark hotel staff from one of the photos above came by and asked if we saw who we were looking for. I asked him if he met Meghan, and he said of course. I then asked him if she was the sweetest thing, and he said, “yes, absolutely, very sweet!” I asked him if he could repeat that word for word so I could post his quote on my blog, and he just kind of laughed and walked away smiling and shaking his head - but I remembered the quote anyway!

The whole thing lasted about five seconds. I waited over an hour and was late to my graduate-level class for a whole five seconds with The Duchess of Sussex, and it was so worth it! I was on such a natural high after leaving the Mark that I got on the subway in the wrong direction, and had to turn around at the next stop uptown before heading back downtown to my class. Whoops. I didn’t even care - I saw Meg and the baby!!

So that’s my story of how an average, snowy Wednesday night for me turned into hanging out with a cool new group of royal lovers in the middle of the sidewalk to see HRH The Duchess of Sussex for not even five seconds after her baby shower.

I feel comfortable posting all of this now because the news cycle has become bored with the story, and she’s already home, safe and sound, in London with Harry. I didn’t want to post anything that would intrude on her personal life any more. Now that she’s home and far away from here, I’m comfortable posting.

One last thing: when I was looking at the picture taking by the paparazzi during those five seconds, I found this picture:

If you look closely in between Meghan and the guy behind her, right above the man’s hand, you can see a small tuft of blonde hair with dark roots.

THAT’S MY HEAD!! THAT’S MY HAIR! I *technically* have a photo of myself with HRH The Duchess of Sussex and it made me very happy to see!! Gotta celebrate the small victories, you know?

#story time y'all!!!#my post #personal #meghan markle #duchess of sussex #i feel comfortable posting the pic now because the story has already died down and she's not here anymore so #long post #the mark hotel #nyc

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natasha-cole · 6 years

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Perfect Match Part 1: Looking for Love

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: mild swearing, fluff, hinted smut

Word Count: 3785

Square filled: holding hands

Summary: Reader has joined an online dating site to get herself out there, and to hopefully get over her crush on the man that she has no chance with. After a few matches, she finds that she has connected with one man in particular on very different levels compared to all her other matches. He could be the one. During a convention weekend, she decides to meet her mystery man for the first time; she just didn’t expect to already know him.

Notes: written for @spnfluffbingo. The idea came from @rblstrash, and I only changed the recommended square to fill because I think I can make this into a short miniseries using a couple of other squares.

“Who are you texting?” Briana asked as she stared at you.

“I’m not texting anyone.”

“Right,” she replied, obviously not believing you. “You’ve only been on your phone all night. Every time a notification comes through, you’re checking it with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on your face.”

You smiled and averted her stare.

“Look, if I tell you something, will you promise not to make fun of me?”

“I would never make fun of you.”

“I joined this dating app a couple of months ago,” you admitted.

“A dating app?” Kim asked, perking up.

“Yeah, you know I’ve had a hard time with dating lately. I figured I’d give this a shot.”

“It that a good idea considering you’re a pretty famous actress?” Briana added. “I mean, any guy could easily pretend to be what he’s not online just to get in your pants.”

“I thought of that already,” you replied. “But, my sister helped me set it up so that no one would know it was me.”

“Isn’t that sort of misleading though?”

“It says in my profile that I’m looking for someone who wants to get to know me before they see me.”

You set your phone down on the table so that the girls could get a better look at your profile.

They scrolled through, commenting on the clever way you took photos so that no one ever saw your full face. Mostly, you did a lot of selfies with your hair covering your face, mirror selfies with the phone positioned just right, and random pics of your daily life.

“Who is Y/M/N, FAKE/L/N?” Kim asked.

“Oh, that’s just my username. I couldn’t use my real name obviously. So, it’s just my middle name and my mom’s maiden name.”

“Well, it’s not a total lie,” Briana shrugged.

“I am a thirty-something year old woman who is looking for real love. I live in L.A., work in the entertainment industry and travel a lot. I enjoy music (so I especially dig a musician), traveling the world, spending time with friends, whiskey, quiet mornings with coffee, television shows of the supernatural nature, and the beach. I also enjoy a hint of mystery (as you can tell from my lack of selfies), so let’s get to know each other before we see each other.” Kim read part of your short bio out loud and smiled.

“Short and sweet,” Briana pointed out.

“Your pictures are certainly mysterious…” Kim added as she scrolled through them, “and still sexy.”

You giggled before taking the phone from them.

“Thanks. So anyway, I’ve been matched with a few different guys, they’re mostly sort of boring… but, about a month ago, I started talking to this one guy…”

You brought up the man’s profile for them to look at and set it back down on the table. They excitedly began to go through it, smiling and laughing along with you.

“Well, he’s just like you when it comes to that whole mystery thing,” Kim said. “Literally no pictures of his face.”

“I know, and that’s okay,” you replied. “The site says we’re a perfect match, which hasn’t ever happened for me before. But look, he plays guitar and says that he sings in a band. He still hasn’t told me much about that though, he says he wants to save that information for when we decide to meet.”

“He’s from L.A. as well, also in the entertainment industry; obviously a musician,” Kim began to read off from his bio. “He travels too, and he cooks.”

“What’s his name?” Briana asked.

“Patrick,” Kim replied.

“That’s it?” She asked in return. “No last name or anything.”

“Nope,” you said. “He’s mysterious, remember?”

“Well,” Kim said with a smile as she handed your phone back to you, “you gonna show us the conversations you’ve been having?”

You blushed and pocketed your phone just then, “No way. I’m keeping that private.”

“A whole month?” Briana asked. “You’ve been talking to him that long and you still haven’t met him?”

“No. I really wanted to make sure that we clicked before I made that step.”

“Well? Did you click?” Kim added.

“We did,” you replied with a grin. “I like him. I think we’ve got a lot in common.”

“So, when are you meeting him?” They both asked in unison.

You laughed at their excitement, knowing that they had been waiting for you to finally meet someone that you liked. You had been single for a long time and they had both been there to get you through terrible dates and shitty men. They also knew about you ongoing crush on one of the guys you worked with; a crush that never went anywhere because you were so convinced that he was not at all interested. You were never one for online dating, but now you realized that it could very well be the best route for you.

“Actually, we’re meeting this weekend,” you said quietly.

“What?” Briana squealed. “Why? How? We’re in Seattle and you said he also lived in L.A.”

“He does. But, I guess he’s in the area doing a show or something. So, I think it was just fate that this is when we meet for the first time.”

“That’s exciting!” Kim said.

She gripped onto your hand, giving it a squeeze and you found yourself getting nervous now.

“What if he’s cat fishing you?” Briana cut in. “I mean, he sounds good on the screen and all; but what if those aren’t even real pictures of him? What if he’s lying in his bio?”

“I know,” you breathed out. “I understand that there comes some issues with online dating. I haven’t been exactly honest myself. But, I have to meet him, just to see. He could be the one.”

“Okay, but you understand that Kim and I are going on your date with you, right?”

“You are?”

“Yes,” she replied. “There’s no way we’re letting you meet a stranger from the internet alone.”

“Oh, please, don’t do that…”

“She’s right,” Kim added. “We can just sit back wherever you decide to meet. He won’t even know we’re there to protect you.”

“Besides,” Briana grinned. “He looks like he might be hot, if those are actually pictures of him. I wanna see him up close.”

The next morning at the convention center, you were caught up in a conversation with Patrick as you sat in the green room. You had messages each other most of the night after you were done with the convention, and started in early this morning. He was easy to talk to and you only hoped it would be the same when you did actually meet him.

Whenever the two of you messaged each other, it was as if no one else existed. So, you paid no mind to anyone around you, you just kept your nose buried in your phone screen.

Patrick: Are we still on for tonight?

You: I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Patrick: Is it weird that I’m super nervous to meet you?

You: Not at all. I’m nervous too.

Patrick: But it’s a good nervous, right?

You: Yes. An exciting kind of nervous.

Patrick: I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long. Is that weird?

You: No. I’ve been thinking about that too.

Patrick: We’ve never even seen each other, and I feel like this is going to be a good thing.

You: I’m glad you feel that way, because I do too.

Patrick: I’ll be working a lot today. But, I’ll try to talk to you when I can.

You: Same. Message me if you get bored.

Patrick: I will. I’ll see you tonight at the place I told you about. Don’t forget the red dress so I can find you.

You set your phone down and sighed out loud, a smile present on your face despite the nervousness you were feeling. Only 8 hours to go, and you were finally meeting him.

“What’s got you so happy?” You heard a voice ask from over your shoulder. You glanced up and saw your friend Rob standing there, leaning over you with a grin on his face.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered out. “How long have you been standing there.”

“Not long. I didn’t see who you were texting if that’s what you’re asking. I just saw that you were smiling like an idiot so I came over to bug you about it.”

“It’s none of your business who I was texting,” you replied. You gave him a gentle tap on his cheek to let him know that he was being nosy.

“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “You’re right. None of my business.

He stepped from behind you and headed toward the exit.

“You coming?” He called out to you. “You’re up first.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

You went through your day, still thinking about your date. You tried to focus on work, but you were too nervous. What if Briana was right? What if Patrick showed up and he wasn’t at all what you expected him to be. You realized that this whole thing could easily become humiliating for you.

At the end of the day, you hung out in the green room with the rest of the group. Everyone was just relaxing, having a few beers, and reliving the moments of the day.

“Don’t you have a date to get ready for?” Briana asked while you were in the middle of taking a drink from your beer.

“Uh, yeah, I guess you’re right,” you mumbled.

“Come on, Kim and I will help.” She shot you a wink as the three of you moved to head out.

“Y/N has a date?” Rich teased. “How did we not know about this?”

“There’s a reason I don’t tell you anything,” you replied.

“Oh come on,” he replied, feigning hurt over your words. “Rob told us that he had a date. You can tell us anything.”

“Rob has a date?” You asked curiously.

“It’s nothing,” Rob replied anxiously. “It’s just this girl that I’ve been seeing.”

“Oh,” you said softly. “Well, have fun.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You couldn’t be sure, but when you walked away, you felt as if Rob looked a bit hurt over the knowledge that you were meeting someone. That was ridiculous though. You knew you were only thinking it because it was sort of a shock for you to hear that he was seeing someone. Everyone knew that you sort of had a thing for Rob when you first met. You got past it pretty quickly though when you realized nothing would ever happen between the two of you. You were friends now, and it was probably best that it stayed that way.

You stood at the bar in the exact spot where Patrick had told you to meet him. You nervously straightened your dress; a sexy red number that you had picked up specifically for this date. You glanced over toward Kim and Briana, who were sitting at the bar as patrons. Patrick would never know that they were there with you, and you felt some comfort in knowing that they were close by in case you needed to bolt for any reason.

Once the two gave you the thumbs up to let you know that they were there for you, you glanced at the clock.

You must have been staring at it for a minute, because you didn’t even see that some had stepped in front of you until you heard him clear his throat.

You looked in front of you, butterflies twirling in your stomach until you saw that it was Rob.

“Rob?” You said in surprise.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“Sorry,” you said. “I was just meeting someone here and you’re kind of the last person I expected to see.”

“Yeah, you have a date tonight. I was meeting my date here as well. In this exact spot actually.”

You furrowed your brows at him, extremely confused as to why he was even here in the first place.

“You’re wearing a red dress,” he pointed out as he looked you up and down.

“Yeah,” you replied. “It was how my date was supposed to know who I was when he showed up.”

“Oh,” he breathed out. “Uh…”

You watched as he became nervous just then. He looked as if he were considering what he should do next.

Finally, he turned his focus back to you. His mouth hung open for a moment as if he wanted to speak but was reconsidering.

“Rob,” you began. “What?”

“Y/M/N?” He asked after a moment.

“How do you know my middle name?” You asked, without anything else even registering at first. “I’ve never told anyone my middle name. I only use it for…”

Just then, it hit you. There was only one way he could know that. So, you figured you should check to see if he was who you thought he was.

“Patrick?” You asked.

“Shit,” he replied. He looked shocked, almost as shocked as you felt now that it was all making sense.

“What the hell?” You nearly shouted. “You used a fake name?”

“Technically, it’s my middle name,” he replied.

Your shock wore off and you laughed at him, sort of intrigued that you had both chose middle name aliases for the sake of avoiding fans on the dating app.

“So, you’re the guy I’ve been talking to for the last month?”

“I guess so,” he chuckled.

“This is kind of embarrassing,” you admitted. “I mean, I can’t even be mad at you. Everything you said in your bio was true. Fuck, how did I not realize it was you?”

“To be fair, I didn’t know that you were you. Neither of us ever shared pictures of our faces.”

“Still, those pictures of you playing guitar? I should have known. Now I’m seeing them all in my head and it makes so much sense.”

“How do you think I feel?” He replied.

The two of you laughed together, no longer uncomfortable in the moment. Looking back, it all made sense.

You had developed a crush on the man when you had first met him. The only reason that you went on bad dates with other guys or even joined a dating site, was because you thought you didn’t stand a chance with Rob of all people. Now, it was almost as if fate had put him here for a reason.

“I guess we should sit and have dinner,” you said. “After all, we went through all that trouble getting to know each other… even if we already knew each other.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replied. “Let’s have dinner. Also, you can probably tell Kim and Bri that they can go now.”

“Oh,” you chuckled. “You saw them, did you?”

“Yeah, I saw them. Maybe let them know you’re safe with me.”

“I’ll be right back,” you said as you touched his arm.

You headed toward the bar to let the girls know what was going on. It took a bit of explaining, but you really didn’t want to get too into it given the fact that Rob was waiting for you. You promised them that you’d give them details later; but for now, you just really wanted to be with your date.

You joined Rob again and a waiter led you to a table where you both sat and ordered drinks and dinner. While waiting for your meals, the two of you continued to laugh over the unexpected turn of events tonight.

“This is kinda wild,” Rob explained. “You know, I spent all that time talking to you online, and I felt like I really connected with you. There had been other matches, but I never did actually meet any of them. It just didn’t feel right, you know?”

“This did though?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Probably because we already knew each other, and talking to you online anonymously was just like talking to a friend.”

“Right,” you replied. “We’re friends. I get it.”

“Well, I mean… maybe friends don’t really talk to each other the way we did during our chats.”

“Ah, well, neither of us knew who we were talking to,” you reminded him.

You thought back to those long, late night exchanges; the way you both bared your souls to each other, the way that he told you he couldn’t wait to meet you and get that first kiss, the way you had flirted rather openly in attempts to get him hot and bothered. The two of you had been more open and more yourselves during that time than you ever had been with anyone else. There was just something about him that comforted you.

“I just can’t believe that out of every person I was matched with, you ended up being the one,” he said.

“Are you disappointed?”

He kept quiet for a moment, studying you with bright blue eyes as you waited for him to shoot you down.

“Not at all,” he replied finally. “This might be a good time to tell you that I’ve been into you for a long time. I jumped on the dating app to get myself out there when I realized I liked you. I thought I had no chance with you, so I tried to get over you. Never would have thought that my attempt to get over you would lead me straight to you.”

You smiled at him, pleased that his thoughts were exactly your own. You had more in common than you thought.

“Same for me honestly.”

“What? You had a thing for me?”

“Maybe a little crush,” you admitted. “But I thought you were out of my league, so I also jumped on the dating app.”

“It’s almost as if we were meant to be,” he said softly. “Neither of us think we’re good enough for the other, so fate steps in and brings us right to each other.”

He reached across the table then, taking your hand in his as he looked at you with adoration in his eyes. It was crazy, but you felt content here with him. You felt as if this was where you should have been all along.

“I like that,” you said with a smile. “I’m glad it worked out this way.”

You and Rob spent the next few hours talking some more. Yes, you knew each other already and considered yourselves friends; but it was different now that you knew he had been interested in you just as much as you had been into him. You laughed at the fact that it had been a dating app of all things to finally bring you together.

At the end of the date, you and Rob walked back to the hotel together. He held your hand the entire time, and even that felt so normal for you.

Once you were at your room, you stopped outside the door, not wanting to leave him just yet.

“You know,” you said sheepishly as you stared down at your feet. “You told me earlier, when you were Patrick, that you couldn’t wait to kiss me.”

“I did say that.”

You looked up at him then, greeted by a smile on his face as you spoke.

“Did you mean it?”

“I did.”

“Is that something that you’re still considering even if I’m probably not who you expected me to be.”

“Maybe you weren’t what I expected,” he admitted. “But, you’re exactly what I wanted.”

You only smiled in return, grateful that this twist of events had turned into this. Before you could speak, he was already moving closer to you. He placed a hand against your face, leading you toward him until his lips pressed gently against yours.

Your breath caught for a moment, thrilled to have him kissing you finally. After a second, you relaxed and lost yourself in that first kiss, your lips moving against his slowly as you both relished in the moment.

This wasn’t what you expected out of tonight either, but you agreed with his sentiment. It was exactly what you wanted all along.

When the kiss was done, he placed his forehead against yours as you both took a minute to catch your breaths.

“I think I’m gonna delete that app,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I need it anymore.”

“I agree,” you replied.

“What are you gonna do with yours?” His question almost sounded like a challenge. It was as if he was hoping you’d say the same thing.

“If I deleted it, how would I be able to to have those long, sexy conversations with Patrick?” You asked playfully.

Rob smirked at you before placing another kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got the real thing now,” he said. “We can have all the long, sexy conversations you want, face to face.”

“I’m liking the sound of this,” you giggled. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. “I have to ask, would it be too forward of me to invite you in?”

“Well, Y/M/N and Patrick have only been talking for a month…”

“Yeah, but how long have Rob and Y/N known each other?”

“A long time,” he replied.

“A couple years, at least.”

“You sure you want me to come in?” He asked.

“I really like you. I’ve always liked you. I feel like tonight just sealed the deal.”

“I can wait, Y/N,” he insisted. He ran a finger along your lips as he spoke, causing your breath to hitch at the intimacy of the action. “If you want to take things slow, I understand. You don’t have to do this just because you think you should.”

“That’s the thing,” you breathed out. “We’ve wasted so much time already. We’re perfect for each other and we spent all that time never telling each other how we felt. We’re a perfect match. The app even said so. Come in.”

He smiled at you as you reached for your room key. You kept your eyes on him, hoping that he wouldn’t shoot you down right now. Maybe you were being too forward, but it had been a long time since you had been with anyone. You knew that Rob was the one for you. Years of denial and one fateful dating app had proved that. You weren’t afraid of being with him at all, you only wanted to jump into the relationship that you both knew you should have been a part of a long time ago.

“Okay,” he agreed as he took your hand again.

You opened the door and he followed you inside.

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A Wonderfully Regular Weekend

Hi friends!! How are you doing? I’m checking in this morning after a wonderfully regular weekend. How’s that for an exciting intro!? Truthfully I feel like all I’m seeing on Instagram are photos of week-long summer vacations at the beach this time of year so in comparison our weekend admittedly seems kind of regular. But I genuinely like regular! A lot! And while a recap of a weekend that included a lot of time hanging around the house and tackling random daily life to-dos may not be all that exciting to some, I’ve always enjoyed taking a peek into the real deal daily life stuff more than anything so that’s what I’m throwing your way today.

Friday

On Friday night, Chase asked if we could make sprinkle cookies at home and proved, once again, that sometimes three-year-olds have the very best ideas.

I swear by Martha Stewart’s Cookies cookbook when it comes to fool-proof cookie recipes so we followed her sugar cookie recipe before rolling the dough in rainbow sprinkles and baking them in the oven. (The recipe we followed is also available online and it’s fantastic! I omit the lemon juice and lemon zest every time and they’re still great.)

I love this sugar cookie recipe because it tells you to lightly flatten the cookies before baking which is the perfect job for a kid in the kitchen! Can you tell Chase had a hand in these bad boys!?

Saturday

Saturday morning began with a bit of a “mom brain” moment. On Saturday morning, I headed off to an early morning boot camp class while Ryan took the boys and Sadie on a walk. Clearly I haven’t been to a weekend boot camp workout in months because I thought the class started at 8:30 a.m. when it really began thirty minutes before. I was so confused as to why people were outside running when I parked my car and then I quickly realized my mistake. Whoops!

I headed back home and figured I should make the most of the solo time I had and completed a quick and sweaty garage leg workout that looked like this:

I finished things off with one final burn in the form of a single round of my mini band booty workout.

Holy cow that one is a serious burner!!! My butt was on fire! (Fun fact: I think I was right around 16 weeks pregnant when we took the pics for that workout! I was trying my best to hide my bump since our news was still a secret.)

After my workout, I hopped in the shower to rinse off and as I got dressed everyone arrived back home. The only real thing we had on our agenda for Saturday was a much-needed haircut for Chase, so I nursed Ryder and then we headed off to Snip-Its in Birkdale Village.

I totally forgot that Monday is the first day back at school for many of the schools in our area and apparently everyone wanted a back-to-school haircut so we had a solid 45 minutes to kill before Chase’s appointment. We easily passed the time with some playtime at the park and a visit to Clean Juice for smoothies.

Chase earned a lollipop after his haircut — blue, of course — and left Snip-Its looking at least five years older. How does that always happen after a haircut!?

We arrived home ready for lunch and made sandwiches before Ryan put Chase down for a nap and I did my best to soothe Ryder who couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to eat, play or sleep. It was an “I only want to sleep and eat and snuggle with Mama” kind of afternoon in newborn baby land, so that’s what we did for the better part of Saturday afternoon while Chase slept.

The weather took a turn for the worse in the late afternoon on Saturday which had our family craving a cozy night in with a movie. Earlier in the week, I ordered The Lion King on DVD for us so the timing was pretty perfect and we all snuggled up on the couch to watch Simba! We fast forwarded through some of the scarier parts for Chase but he loved the movie and thought Timon and Pumbaa were hilarious.

One of the things I didn’t anticipate about becoming a parent was the joy I’d get from reliving some of my favorite childhood traditions, movies, games, recipes and activities with our little ones but it really is an underrated aspect of being a mom. I mean I cannot remember the last time I sat down to watch The Lion King but it felt like a treat to be able to do it with my own kids!

Sunday

Sunday morning began with the early morning church service! After our first positive experience with church childcare under our belt two weeks ago, I was much less anxious about turning Ryder over to the sweet volunteers. The woman who was holding Ryder when we came to pick him up said he did so well but that she could tell he is a breastfed baby because when he woke up, he turned into her chest to try to nurse. Ha! (I made sure to feed him in the parking lot before we headed home.)

Once we made it home, we ate an early lunch and then headed out for a quick walk with Sadie around our neighborhood before Chase’s nap. Ryder snoozed the whole time and it felt so nice to be outside! Temperatures hovered in the low 80s so it wasn’t as hot as it has been around here lately which felt like a treat!

We spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready for the week ahead which looked like random household chores, meal prep and laundry. I also spent a little time on Pinterest because I’m dying to do a very minor master bedroom update. We’re not talking and big changes but just little things like swapping out our IKEA dressers that are falling apart for some updated furniture and changing some of the accent colors. Our bedroom walls are gray so it’s a pretty easy base to work with and I definitely want to keep things calm and neutral. I’ll definitely share before/after pictures if anything comes to fruition. We’ll see!!

I hope you guys all have a great week and appreciate you stopping by the blog today!

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