Roy Walker (The Fall): You were a runner on a movie set, which made you pretty much invisible to the cast and the crew, unless they needed something urgently while on-set. So, when Roy - a stuntman they recently hired for an action sequence that they would be filming in the coming weeks - noticed you, like really noticed you. You were caught off-guard by his attention. Whenever he was on a break or waiting for a scene to be set up, and you were around the set, free from any requests, he would come up to you and strike up a conversation.
Soon, you discovered that he was quite a storyteller, and looked forward to the moments of the day where you get to hear the tales he weaved. He was always kind towards you as well, which was refreshing. When his time on set finally came to an end, you found your heart dropped at the idea that you had to say goodbye to Roy. You had to remind yourself that this was part of the business, friends came and went with each project, and if you were lucky, you would meet some of them again, either on another project or in town. So, when Roy confessed his feelings for you, and expressed his desire to take you out on a date, you jumped at the chance and said yes in a heartbeat.
Whit Coutell (Ceremony): You were spending the beautiful summer day on the beach with a book you just purchased, when you met Whit. He was having a jog, barefeet, along the beach when he accidentally stepped into a broken glass bottle. His yelp got your attention. He was wincing in pain when you checked the wound. It wasn't cut too deep, but blood was oozing from the wound. Instead of freaking out, something took over you. You ripped off the end of your sundress and tied it around his foot as tightly as you could, applying some pressure on it.
"I don't think you need stitches, but you definitely need to apply some antiseptic and wrap it up," you said, before washing the blood off your hands from the waves rolling onto the beach.
"I live about 5 minutes away from here, do you mind giving me a hand?" he asked, his brows still furrowed as he held back the pain from his foot.
"Sure," you nodded and helped him up. He leaned against you with an arm around your shoulder as you steadied him to the best of your ability. He was a tall guy, so having part of his weight on you made the walking that much more slower. He apologized the entire time the two of you made your way towards his country house. You brushed off his apologies, claiming it was okay since it was an accident.
Once you properly bandaged Whit's foot, it was then you noticed what a contagious smile he had. He thanked you and offered you to stay for lunch, which you did after he insisted. During lunch, you discovered his profession, and how easily he could be viewed as arrogant but due to his sincerity with his passion and beliefs, it made it hard for you to ignore the oozing charisma and good heart underneath it all. That meeting with Whit transformed your intentionally short and quiet getaway into something much, much more.
Garrett (Twilight): You got back to your apartment building late one night after a long day out, and you were exhausted! It had been a long week, and all you could think of was your soft, comfy bed upstairs, calling for you. So, when you checked your mailbox at such an odd hour, you hadn't expected that you would bump into anyone, let alone a devilishly handsome man. He just got into the building, his long brown leather jacket swayed with each step he took as he headed towards your direction, oozing the vibes of a rock star. You couldn't help but stared at the stranger. His dark brown hair and stubble framed his face perfectly, showing off his sharp jawline. He had a smirk plastered across his face, and a glint in his dark red eyes. You were mesmerized by them. You had never met anyone with ruby colored eyes before this.
"Hi there," his voice low and slightly husky. "So, you're 6B," he nodded towards the number on your mailbox. You turned your gaze to the digits on the metal cover before returning your attention to the stranger before you. "Yup. That's me."
His smirk transformed into a tight-lipped smile as he fished out his keys. He dangled it before you. "I guess I'm your new neighbor then," he teased, inserting one of the keys into the mailbox next to yours. You smiled and extended an arm for a hand shake. "Welcome to the building! I'm Y/N." He took your hand gladly, his skin felt oddly cold against yours.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Garrett." Instead of shaking your hand, he brought your hand closer to his lips, leaving a soft peck on your knuckles, all the while his eyes stared intently back at you. You felt a shiver ran down your spine when his lips came in contact with your skin. You pulled away almost immediately and chuckled awkwardly.
"Well... I er... better get going. It's pretty late anyway, and I'm beat," you mumbled quickly, retrieving your mail and shut the mailbox in one swift motion. "It's nice to finally meet you, Garrett. Good night," you gave him a quick nod and refrained yourself from running up the stairs. You could still feel his eyes on you, and when you finally reached your apartment, your hands were shaking from adrenaline as they struggled to unlock the front door. You kept looking back for any sign of Garrett, and as the sound of footsteps grew louder, you unlocked the door, and slammed it shut behind you, securing all the locks. You let out a sigh of relief. You weren't sure why you felt so jittery all of a sudden, but that kiss on your hand which you were rubbing the spot mindlessly now, that kiss, started a whirlwind in your mind. You were attracted to him, that you were certain of. It was difficult not to, and it was that instant attraction and kiss that freaked you out.
Ronan the Accuser (Guardians of the Galaxy): You were on the roof of your apartment building with a blanket in one hand and a thermal flask in another. You had been reading all about the Leonid meteor shower which was said to take place between 2 to 4 am, and you were determined to spot a few of these shooting stars. So, you had it all figured out. You laid the blanket on the ground, pretty much in the middle of the empty rooftop, and lay down. You glanced up at the almost pitch black sky, in awe with the clarity of the view tonight. Stars were sprinkled all across the black canvas, twinkling back at you. You were about an hour early, but you didn't mind. It was a Sunday tomorrow, so you could sleep in. You folded your arms behind your head, and observed the sky contently. With the cool breeze blowing past you, you wondered why didn't you do this more often.
As it hit 3am, your patience began to waver. You hadn't spotted a thing so far, and your eyes were threatening to close. It was then when the door leading to the rooftop opened with a loud squeak. The sound startled you and you sat up immediately, turning your attention to the direction of the door. A tall, built man with a telescope in one hand stared right back at you, equally surprised.
"You're here for the meteor shower too?" he shouted across.
"Yea!"
He smiled and walked towards you. You got up from the ground, dusting the back of your sweatpants, and straightening your sweater. He set the telescope on the ground next to your blanket. "Hi," he smiled, extending a hand. "I'm Ronan."
"Y/N," you took his hand which made yours looked small in his grasp.
"Spotted any yet?" he asked. You shook your head, disappointed.
"No worries. The peak hour for it is in about...," he checked his watch. "Fifteen minutes," he muttered matter-of-factly. You nodded, puzzled by his presence and identity. He was wearing a navy blue dress shirt tucked into a pair of jeans. You watched him peered through the telescope, turning the knobs as he adjusted the focus.
"Are you a stargazing enthusiast?" you asked, breaking the silence.
He turned his gaze to you, standing straight. "Kinda. I work for NASA," he replied, the pride in his voice was unmistakable.
"That's really cool," you admitted. The two of you chatted about his job and your interest in stars and meteors. He taught you about the various planets and constellations until the sudden bursts of light moving across the sky. You couldn't help but squealed in excitement with each meteor you spotted. With your eyes closed, you made a quick wish, unaware of Ronan's curious stare. You looked small next to him which gave him the urge to pull you in for an embrace.
You spent the night on the roof with Ronan, stargazing and sharing random anecdotes on various topics, unaware of the ticking time, until the first signs of the sun rising. The two of you were lying next to one another on top of your blanket, eyes focused on the sky as you both realized that this was something neither of you could ever recreate again. That this chemistry between the two of you was something neither of you had experienced before.
Roman (Possession): You were at the local bowling alley with a few friends, when you saw Roman. He was occupying the alley next to yours. The fact that he was playing alone was intriguing enough for you. His moody outlook, and the rage he projected into each toss of the bowling ball was evident. He wasn't exactly a pro bowler, and he wasn't exactly doing this leisurely either. So, by the end of his game, you watched him stared at the scoreboard hanging above, a bottle of beer in one hand as he took another swig from it. You had been eyeing him whenever you weren't bowling yourself. It got to the point where your friends were teasing you in whispers, urging you to go talk to him. They knew you had a thing for dark characters, and this guy was the epitome of it. His scrunched up hair style, the soul patch and stubble around his jaw, the tattoo sleeve on his left arm, and ultimately that anger, that moodiness was what drawn you. When he finally vacated from the alley to return the bowling shoes, your friends pushed you towards his direction.
As you stood behind him, wondering what to say, you were taken aback when he turned to you. "What do you want?" he asked in a low voice. His hazel green eyes pierced through you. You stumbled on your words before managing to utter, "Would you like to go get a drink?"
He raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised by your forwardness before his lips curled into a smirk. "Sure." You bit the insides of your lower lip, holding back the grin that was threatening to break out. As Roman turned back to the man behind the counter, you swiveled to catch your friends watching the two of you. You gave them a thumbs up. They grinned toothily and waved goodbye to you.
"What's your number?"
You jumped at the voice, spinning around to find Roman waiting for you to take off the bowling shoes so you could swap them for your normal sneakers. You shook your head slightly and took them off in a hurry, handing it to the staff as you muttered the number. As Roman waited for you to slip on your sneakers, you couldn't help but wondered what just happened over the span of the last couple of minutes. Did you really just asked a stranger out at the bowling alley? It was very unlike you, but so was the relationship that ensued between you and Roman.
A/N: That's the end of the 'How You Met' chapters. I hope you've enjoyed reading it, and get to know each of the character a little. Again, feel free to leave a comment below on your thoughts or what could be improved or what you would like to see in future chapters. Thanks for reading! :)