Passed by a middle-aged man in the grocery store just now who was playing Shape of My Heart by Sting aloud out of his apple watch, I was also listening to this exact song on my earbuds like a minute ahead of him, so I stopped and was like “omg are you listening to Sting right now? I’m listening to that exact same song right now too :D I love Sting he’s like my favorite.”
Mistake; this man looked down at me with the most awe-struck, love-filled eyes Ive ever seen, introduced himself to me, asked me what my name was (I told him my name was Adam. Second mistake because he said “Wow! That’s so unique of you, I love that, you seem so special”) and started trying to tell me other things about himself/ ask me questions about myself and I had to just be like “haha cool” and speed-walk away.
I can only assume this man has been playing Sting out loud in grocery stores just waiting for his weird girl sugar baby soulmate to recognize Sting and talk to him or something. I believe she’s out there, John. But I’m not her. I’m sorry, John, keep looking for her in the grocery store. Lmao
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Coffee, First Dates, this is just a fluffy lil story, harry and louis falling in love as usual, One Shot
Summary:
Louis has a crush on the prettiest boy he’s ever seen — the curly-haired guy who sits next to him in his Community Psych class and brings strangely-colored drinks to class with him each day.
And because Louis is incapable of flirting with someone so lovely, all he manages to do is ask about said drinks every day.
Meet-cutes, fluff, and first coffee dates ensue.
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𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 → Day 2: The Welcome Ball 2.0
Event by @endlessly-cursed, who also owns Prim (and Adonis)
8:01 pm
“Mr. Devlin, William. You’re the first to arrive,” Prim exclaims, offering him a smile.
“The ball begins at 8 pm,” William responds.
“You’ve never liked when they tell you an event begins at one time, but the expectation is to arrive later.”
“It makes no sense. Why not just say it begins at the later time?”
“Well, have a nice time. And, save me a dance, I suppose.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
“That may be, but as I know you, you’ll leave a third of the way through. Do know, though, that I won’t tolerate anyone saying negative things about you, William.”
His lips quirk up in a half-smile. “You cannot control it all, Prim.”
“Ah, I know. But do try to enjoy yourself.”
“I shall endeavor to enjoy myself tonight. If no one makes mention of our dissolved engagement, then it shall at least be partly successful.”
“Ah, that farce. Do not remind me, but we are to show that it has not impacted relations between our titles. I still cannot believe how long these legal proceedings are taking.”
“Yes,” William sighs. “I know.”
9:15 pm
Simon surveys the crush as he makes his way towards the host and hostesses, like a good earl and a good third son. He stops for a word or two with many of his fellow peers, asking him about his opinions on this or that. Not that the words of a teenaged earl mean much to them, but they’ll likely spread the word about the reclusive earl of Wexford’s politics. And be repulsed by most of what he decides to champion, not that he has a seat in Parliament as he’s a peer of Ireland and not one selected to serve in government.
“Lord Gray. Lady Gray. Miss Gray,” Simon says, offering a quick bow once he approaches the family.
“Lord Wexford. How nice it is for you to attend. We missed you last year,” Lord Gray says.
“Ah, yes. Something came up that could not be ignored. I apologize that my regrets came so late.”
“Don’t worry about it, Wexford. I’m sure that everyone here shall find you infinitely fascinating. The reclusive earl of Wexford, finally showing his face at a society event.”
“You grant me too much intrigue. I am not nearly as interesting as one would think. The rumors have gotten a little out of hand.”
Simon doesn’t know how much the viscount or his daughter knew about the rumors. Well, specifically the horrifying rumor that stated that Simon had been the one to set the fire that had killed his entire family. That one was probably the result of Horace wanting to keep Simon hidden… and probably because Horace was still itching to get his greasy fingers on Simon’s title. Therefore, the fewer people knew Simon, the better, in Horace Dormer’s view.
9:47 pm
Minerva slips through the crowd, ducking beneath arms until she nearly runs smack into Adonis Demiurgos’s back. Her arms fly out, as she steadies herself. In that moment, though, Adonis turns around and Minerva loses whatever balance she had had previously garnered. The momentum has her falling forward, but his arms come forward, landing on her shoulders to steady her.
“Are you alright, Minerva?” he asks, his hands lingering on her shoulders.
“I’m fine,” Minerva replies, studying his face and appearance. There’s something different about him, but she cannot place what it is. “I was going to say hello to our hostess. My mother would have my head if I breached that protocol.”
“How is your family?”
“They’re good. Ned’s at home dealing with something or other. I didn’t pay attention to what it was. Ned rambles too much for my taste when it comes to that.”
Adonis laughed softly. “Well, I wouldn’t want your mother to have your head, so I’ll let you go… but before you do, could I get a dance?”
“A dance?”
“Yes, you know, what they do when music plays.”
“I know what a dance is, you clodpole.”
Adonis shakes his head, a small smile forming on his lips.
10:24 pm
“Thank you for adhering to my wishes about the Gryffindor Lynch boy, Prim,” Niamh says, upon finally having a moment with her fellow Ravenclaw.
“I wouldn't pressure you. I admire your dedication to establishing a career first, Niamh. And, the Lynch brothers both declined, something about other plans,” Prim replies.
“I suppose I’m just lucky that my parents are supportive of my plan and aren’t pressuring me to marry.”
“Yes, I’d say you are. What are your plans? I cannot believe we have never discussed that.”
“My plan is to become an auror.”
“Wow. I wish you the best of luck, but I’m sure this type of conversation will come up again.”
“I suppose it will,” Niamh says. “Also, this has been quite a lovely hall. I must admit, though, that I am a bit out of my depths. A Catholic farm girl from Mayo isn’t necessarily someone you imagine at a hall.”
“Thank you. And you fit in just as well as everyone else, even if you are a Catholic farm girl from Ireland.”
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