Human
Written by Rebecca.
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17 years old.
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Post by Iris Weata on Aug 24, 2016 14:00:25 GMT
| Iris was dating Jensen Pines. It was official. It had been for just over a month now, and it was still weird to Iris sometimes. She'd spent so long having a weird on/off relationship with Jasper that being in a relationship with someone who so obviously cared for her and brought stability to her life was odd, but much appreciated. It had started back at Halloween when Iris and Jensen had their first proper conversation in far too long, and she'd made an idiot of herself because she was drunk, and he'd had to leave early because Ashton had abandoned the party because of his confrontation with Erin. Then, after a few weeks of awkward hellos and small talk, he'd asked her on a date, and she'd agreed. The date was still one of her favourite recent memories. It hasn't been anything particularly special, but Iris had loved it none the less. A casual meal at the local diner, then an evening at the winter fair. Jensen had one her a teddy bear that was way to large to be practical (but then again, teddy bears weren't really meant to be practical) which now lived at the end of her bed. It had been an evening of smiles and laughs, stolen glances that were quickly followed by blushes, and at the end of it Jensen had kissed her on her doorstep. It was soft and sweet, and Iris had felt like she was in a movie. Tonight Jensen was coming around for dinner, and Iris wasn't sure why her or her mum was so stressed about it. Iris’ mum had known Jensen since he was a little boy, he'd had meals at her house when they were younger, and this wasn't much different from what it had used to be. Iris was pretty sure her mum was scared that Jensen would be scared away from her if she did anything wrong, and she didn't really want to mess up her daughter's love life. Iris had tried to calm her mum and herself down many times but it hadn't worked much, and Iris had eventually just decided to hide in her room until Jensen got there as her mum's nerves weren't helping her own. Eventually she heard the door slamming down stairs, so her dad was home, and a while later there was a knock at the door, signalling Jensen's arrival. Iris practically sprinted down stairs, yelling “I got it” to her parents as she went. There was no way she was letting her mum open the door to Jensen, she wouldn't throw him in the deep end like that. She swung the door open and smiled at the boy in front of her “hey” she said, opening the door further to let him in. WORDS: 465 |
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Male.
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Post by Jensen Pines on Aug 29, 2016 2:20:19 GMT
It was hard to believe. Even now, a month in, Jensen still couldn't grasp that he was dating Iris. Him. How? He'd been that awkward, bashful kid who'd always been shrugged off in elementary school. Not weird enough to drawn attention and not rich enough to be interesting. Stuck in the middle, he'd been friends with the two short, softly-spoken little girl. They'd had play dates in her living room, munching on sandwiches and watching poorly animated movies. They'd raced around the woods behind his house the few times her parents had allowed her too come over, his cabin being on the outskirts off town and too out of the way. They'd had their very own tree, names sloppily curved into the side. Their own little hideout, branches arced and elegant. They'd been friends until they hadn't. Middle school brought on anxious feelings and odd changes. It was frowned upon to have friends of the opposite sex unless it was to mess around with them, boys and girls alike harsh with their words. Iris' family had their own problems, those he was hazy on while his own had taken up too much of his time to worry about silly things like friends. Mom and dad bickering nonstop, sudden changes in his body- shifting with the moon. It was all too much to keep track of that he'd managed to lose touch with that girl. That bubbly, blue-eyed girl he now understood he liked.
Then they were again, thanks to Ashton and his loud mouth. Soft laughs and fidgeting hands. Typical teens, outcasts at a party they weren't invited to. One moment they were rekindling a lost connection and the next Jensen was babbling and asking her out on a date. God, a date. He'd been so damn scared, knowing that he'd somehow mess up, but surprisingly it'd been more than memorable. Small talk over dinner that ended with them bubbling with laughter as they stepped out. Hands tangling together as they rode one too many rickety fair rides (Jensen wasn't afraid to admit that he'd initiated it- if he was going to die on a carnival ride, he wasn't going to do it alone). His pride taking charge as he spent too much time and money on an over-sized bear, but Iris had given him that look. Cheeks pink and a fond roll of her eyes, but he saw the way she held it, smiling down at the bear he was lugging around every now and then, and suddenly he didn't miss the money- didn't think he'd spent any of his time better. Greasy food and golden smiles, Jensen couldn't remember having so much fun. After his parents' divorce and the sudden death of his aunt and uncle paired with Ashton moving in- everything had just been so damn heavy and now, with Iris beaming up at him, he felt lighter than air.
He felt free.
That was a month ago, a stolen kiss sealing the deal. Iris was his girlfriend.
They'd had speckled dates since then, simple outings and stolen moments in each others houses. All soft and sweet and innocent. It was them getting comfortable with the idea- going from inseparable to rare greetings to dating? Jensen was being careful to keep it slow. He knew sparsely of what went on with Jasper, but understood that it had left his mark. He wanted to treat her right, knew she deserved nothing but the best. So he was slow, delicate kisses and cradled hands. He didn't want to rush this, pressure her into anything she wasn't ready for. He wasn't his cousin. They'd spent the last month together every minute they could spare, respecting each other's schedules. Iris still spent her fair share with Rose (who he was carefully avoiding, he'd heard of how she could be- he wanted just a little longer to prep himself for the 'best friend' inspection) while Jensen did his duty of keeping both Ashton and his father in line as well as working hard at the grocery store. Where Iris' mother fawned over him even more, making him flush and duck his head in embarrassment- which only encouraged the woman. Jensen liked her, always had. She was a good woman, just as her father was an honest man.
Which made tonight that much easier. Jensen had been nervous, admittedly, at first over the prospect of having dinner with Iris' family, but quickly relaxed over the simple fact that at least it wasn't dinner at his house. He was more than comfortable among her parents, knew it'd be a bit awkward now that he was dating Iris rather than just chasing her around the house, but that didn't deter him. This was what he wanted to do, prove that he was here and here to stay. He wanted to be part of Iris' life every way he could, wanted her to be part of his own, but was less enthusiastic about that. There were some things he just couldn't explain. Why his dad drank and that he was a werewolf and that Ashton, yeah, would probably try to play footsies under the table with his cousin's girlfriend. He was embarrassed about his own family, and that only made him that much more eager to spend the evening with hers.
Jensen was early. Dressed in his nicest jeans because Iris had insisted that he shouldn't dress up, and a tucked in button-up. A green flannel because it 'made his eyes pop'- he hoped that he wouldn't regret taking his cousin's sarcastic advice. A bouquet of flowers in hand and hair combed back, he paced in front of her door- nerves kicking in now that the situation posed itself- until it was closer to the time he was actually meant to be there, in which he knocked and prayed that it would be Iris who answered the door. He wasn't sure how to handle the father-daughter dynamic that came with dating and was certain her mother would smother him in a hug before he had a chance to greet her.
When the door pulled back to reveal Iris, as beautiful as ever, Jensen's breath caught in his throat. She was stunning, he'd thought he'd gotten used to it by now, but he still couldn't grasp that someone as elegant and stunning as Iris was wasting her time on a backwoods, bashful boy. Gathering himself, he offered her the roses, something he couldn't help but do. Surely the girl had enough flowers to start a garden if she wanted, with him bringing a bouquet every time they met, the types varying. He couldn't resist the urge to spoil her, and knew flowers were the easiest way to do that. "Hey," he greeted around a soft smile, cheeks pink as he admitted, "You look beautiful." As always.
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Written by Rebecca.
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17 years old.
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Post by Iris Weata on Sept 5, 2016 17:56:33 GMT
| When she opened the door and laid eyes on Jensen she smiled. He'd clearly made an effort, with his hair combed neatly and a green shirt which she was pretty sure she'd commented on before as it brought out his eyes. She then spotted the flowers he had in his hands, and smiled at him while raising an eyebrow. Iris had told Jensen so many times now that he didn't have to buy her flowers every time they saw each other, in fact she'd rather he kept the money for himself instead of spending it on her. It was a lovely intention and she did love getting flowers, but sometimes it did seem like a waste of money. She still had the last bouquet in a vase in her room, though they had wilted slightly. Still, she took the flowers from him, then pulled him into a one armed hug, being careful not to crush the flowers as she did so. She usually would have kissed him, but since her parents were there it didn't really seem appropriate- she knew if her mum walked in on them kissing she probably would have hyperventilated. "Thank you," Iris replied, a light blush coming to her cheeks like usual whenever he complimented her. "You look great too" She replied, because he did. Iris always got the feeling that Jensen didn't think highly enough of himself- he was attractive, smart, funny, and an all round lovely guy, she she sometimes felt like he didn't see it. "Also, thanks for the roses. You know you don't need to buy me flowers, though. I'd rather you saved the money for yourself" She reminded him. It was then that her mum poked her head around the kitchen door to look at the two teenagers. "Hello Jensen! Oh, you brought roses. How lovely! I'll find something to put them in" She said before disappearing back into the kitchen. There was a noise in the kitchen, cupboard doors opening and closing and the clinks of glasses while she looked for something for a glass or something to put flowers in. "Well, i think dinner is going to be ready soon" Iris told him. WORDS: 364 |
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Male.
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Post by Jensen Pines on Jan 22, 2017 3:39:45 GMT
One look, that was all it took for Jensen’s cheeks to flush bright pink as he ducked his head and shuffled his feet. He knew how much it bothered Iris that he spent a decent portion of his paycheck on flowers, but he couldn’t help it. How could he stop? How could he not spoil a girl like her who took a chance on a guy like him? Besides, protests aside, he knew how much she loved them- had caught her grinning over at the scattering of vases when she thought he wasn’t looking. But he was, always. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her, fearing that he’d blink and it would all wash away. Like a dream, like his imagination. Maybe he was being too careful, afraid that one step would shatter the fragile relationship they had only just started, or maybe because that’s just how he was. He saw how Ashton’s overpowering attitude affected women, how his father’s nonchalant rambling pushed his mother away- Jensen had to etch out a path of his own. And if his cousin teased him a goody two-shoes, then let him. He wasn’t risking hurting Iris by pushing too fast or stepping out of line. So, it was flowers and tender kisses and long hours tangled on the couch. Rumors burned his ears, and he knew he could never live up to whoever Jasper had been to her, but he didn’t think he wanted to anyways. He didn’t want to be a replacement, a filler for someone who left her high and dry. He wanted to be Jensen. Not the good one, not the nice boy all parents want their daughter to fall for. He just wanted to be the one Iris wanted, as himself. No games or gimmicks, and he’d do whatever it took to get her there- to see the world had more to offer than assholes like Jasper.
That someone really did love her, that she deserved that.
There was so much he wanted to say, but he settled for holding her close for the briefest moment, careful not to smother the bouquet as he did so. As they separated, he flashed her a sheepish grin, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear tenderly as he replied, “If I didn’t buy you flowers, I wouldn’t get to see that pretty blush of yours.” It came from his heart, honest and true and he was glad for Iris’ mother interrupting now rather than later because Jensen didn’t think he could have held off from kissing his girlfriend for a moment longer. “Hello, Mrs. Weata,” was all he was able to get out before she left in a blur of roses and smiles.
Chuckling, he dropped his hand to tangle with Iris’, eyes bright as he teased, “That mean you’re going to let me come in?” For they were still standing out on her porch, a lone cricket playing to a beat of its own. It was lovely, the kind of night he’d want to whisk her away under- the stars would be breathtaking from his backyard, no city lights to interfere.
But they had a dinner to attend, and he had parents to woo.
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