Limerence

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bobbyjcnes:

     Bobby needed to get home. His fight had left him in a worse mood having lost to a damn werewolf. He was too distracted in the ring, thinking about how Maddy was doing to pay full attention. His fists are clenched to his sides, anger raring and wanting nothing more than to punch the wall he’s walking alone.

     To say he was annoyed by being fell on would be an understatement. He still had injuries from his fight earlier that hadn’t healed yet. Jaw clenches, a burning hit of pain from his ribs Bobby has to fight the urge to bite the girl’s head off. ‘It’s fine.’ He bites out harshly, glare cold as ever and unrelenting. The woman’s heartbeat fills his ears and he sighs at this entire situation. 

Straightening up, Valerie glanced over the man for a moment, concern flashing over her face, “are you okay?” she asked, stomach tightening as she searched the man’s face for an answer, “you seem like you’re in pain.” 

Valerie paused, running her hands through her hair and looking around, “I’m sorry for falling on you. I’m new in town and got a little lost.” 

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milesdexn:

Dean was distracted, but even then when someone touched his arm, he didn’t get scared, which proofed that he wasn’t that distracted, after all. If he was too distracted, then he probably would have jumped a little, it has happened before, so this time he wasn’t that distracted. “It’s all good” he smiled. “I have tripped a few times before, it happens”

Valerie glanced up at the boy in front over her and let a smile pass over her lips, “I haven’t been in town long,” she admitted, offering an explanation, “I guess I was slightly lost and not paying attention to where I’m going. But then again, I’m always clumsy.” 

Valerie laughed, pushing her hair behind her ear, “I’m Valerie” 

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claire--sawyer:

Claire was dodging the sun by walking under the awnings of shop windows, rolling her shirt sleeves down to keep herself sheltered from the sun. Her sister Emma still refused to get her a daylight ring, so Claire took matters into her own hands. However, rushing to the apothecary in the middle of the day, in August, proved difficult in avoided the sunlight

Then someone rounding a corner stumbled into her. Claire yelped in surprise, taking a step back and exposing a bit of her shoulder to the sunlight. Her skin singed and she hissed in pain.

“Jesus Christ!” She scowled, scooting back into the sanctuary that was the shade. “Watch where you’re going. That was like, super avoidable.”

When Valerie heard the girl’s abrasive tone, she immediately straightened, eyeing the girl up and down, “sorry, Regina George. Didn’t realize falling was illegal in this part of town.” Valerie crossed her arms over her chest, “so what’s your deal? Pissed about something, or just a bad personality?” 

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madelinexholt:

Maddy quickly rotated her body and caught the girl flying straight into in her arms and glanced down at the brunette wide eyed. “No! It’s fine,” The corner of the blonde’s mouth tilted up at the brunette as she tried her best to help the girl steady herself. “Luckily my fast reflexes came in handy for once. I’m Maddy and I’m normally a knight in not shinning armor but I guess today’s my lucky day.”

Valerie sighed as she stood up, flashing the stranger an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry,” she laughed, “I guess you could say this is why I never go places. I’m a mess.” Valerie wrinkled her nose, extending her hand towards the girl, “I’m Valerie. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

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morgankeats:

     Keats was use to people falling on him whether it be drunk folk, girls flirting too hard or just clumsy people. So when a flash of brunette hair and then an arm grabbing him occurs he doesn’t think twice about it. That’s until he hears the familiar voice of someone he thought was a few states over in New York. Dark eyes meeting his hazel as she finally glances up makes his heart skip a beat. It’s her. It’s Valerie.

    ‘Val?’ Part of him is tempted to pinch himself, he didn’t think she’d come here. But considering his phone calls had become so random and scattered, some only once a month it was probably only a matter of time. Nonetheless a rush of love forms in his chest at seeing his foster sister. He doesn’t waste time as his arms wrap around her and pull her close. He’d missed her, going from seeing her everyday to sometimes over Skype was terrible in the beginning and even now he just wants to be able to walk a few steps and have her nearby. He squeezes tight before pulling back reluctantly and meeting her gaze.  ‘As lovely as it is to see you, what the fuck are you doing in Massachusetts?’

Valerie gripped the person’s arm tighter than she meant to as she pulled herself up, avoiding eye contact with the stranger. She loosened her grip a bit, but let her hand linger on the man’s forearm, feeling a sense of safety rush through her. She tilted her chin back, ready to offer a gentle apology but gasped when she looked into an all-too familiar pair of eyes.

“Keats,” she gasped, right as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed, letting herself be pulled tightly against him. She rested her hands on his back, pressing him closer, feeling the warmth he radiated. When he pulled away, Valerie allowed herself a moment to look over his face, cataloguing his features. He was the same Keats, at least. Her brother, her comfort. When he finally spoke, Valerie let a smirk play across her lips, “Oh I just came for a tour, ya know. Thought I would come see what all’s in Hollow Grove. Check out the restaurants, make sure my asshole of a brother isn’t dead. Tourist stuff.”

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Valerie kept her eyes glued to the sidewalk, focusing on the faint tap of her converse against pavement as she weaved through the locals of Hollow Grove. Desperate to not attract attention, she tried to keep her eyes low as she scanned the people around her and glimpsed street signs, reading them quickly and hoping she was heading the right direction. Valerie had never been good with directions. Everyone had always joked that Valerie could get lost in a shoebox.

Making a last minute decision to turn a corner, Valerie caught the toe of her converse on a crack in the pavement, flailing forward. As she tried to catch herself, her hands landed on someone’s arms. She glanced up at them, managing a sheepish grin, “Sorry,” she apologized quickly, “I’ve never been the best at walking.”