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madebyrolo · 1 month

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Beach date

Rafe Cameron x Reader

She/her

one shot / fluff

summary: “VICTOR, YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS!?” Type fic.

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I was sitting on my bed scrolling through TikTok when Rafe texted me.

“Be ready I’m picking you up at 6.”

“And for what can I ask?” I responded

“It’s a surprise peach”

Rafe came up with that nickname when I was over one day and I accidentally drank the rest of his peach juice.

“Okay okay see you then :)”

With the time being 5:38, I get up and put on denim skirt and white halter top with little blue flowers on it. I grab my Uggs cause they’re cute and comfy and I put my vanilla perfume. I get my purse and make sure my lip gloss is in it and soon I get the text that my bae has arrived. I love calling Rafe bae cause he hates it.

“Mom I’ll be back, I’m going out with rafe!” I call out from the stairs.

“Okay honey, be home before 10 please!” She calls out from her office.

She absolutely loves Rafe and luckily she trust me and him enough to let me out without asking anything. And with her having my location on 24/7

I shut the door behind me and I walk to the black truck in my driveway. I see Rafe standing right by the passenger door with his dopey smile plastered across his face.

“Hey dream boat” I say walking up to him placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Hey hey? That wasn’t a kiss come one give daddy a real one.” Rafe said earning a laugh from me before pulling me in by the waist completely smashing his lips on mine.

“That was sweet but you’re eating me Rafe.” I joke with him.

“Oh so with that hurtful joke, I don’t think you deserve these.” He said grabbing a bouquet from inside the car.

“Rafe, you didn’t oh my god they’re beautiful!” I saw grabbing them from him and smelling them.

It was a mix of blue hydrangeas with lilies and mums with the perfect amount of greenery . They smelt amazing, like peace which I loved about flowers.

“Blue like my eyes so you think about me every time you look at them.” He somewhat joked.

“I always do Rafe.” I say before planting a small cute long kiss on him.

“Now come on, I’m dying to know what you’ve planned.” I say adjusting the collar of his white dress shirt.

“Okay peach get in.” he said opening the door and letting me in.

After a 15 minutes drive with a quick pit stop for a pizza at dominos, we finally made it. We stopped by the beach putting the car in park and once again opening the door for me.

“What are we doing at the beach? I didn’t bring a suit.” I say while he grabs my hand leading up to the sand.

“We’re not gonna for a swim.” he said.

“You should’ve mentioned the beach, I wouldn’t have picked these Uggs Rafe.” I tell him.

“You know Uggs were actually meant for the beach? They were for surfers” he explains.

“Do I look like a surfer?” I complain.

“Hey I got you to stand in the board once!” He nudged me

After a short walk we are greeted with a blanket that had a basket with lemonade and other goodies. There was 2 easels and some paint supplies along with more flowers.

“Happy date night!” Rafe said as let put down the pizza.

“Rafe this is so cute!” I say as I sit down in the blanket and look at everything he got.

“I did this all myself, thought we deserved a nice cute date to end off the summer.” Rafe said sitting next to me.

“Rafe this is perfect. Thank you.” I said hugging him.

“I got us some paints so we can do a little couples art maybe and some extra canvas for fun but mainly cause I know I’ll mess up.” He joked bringing out all the colors.

“You’re actually the best boyfriend ever Rafe.”

“I know I know. You can pay he back later.” he said with a wink as you nudge him.

“Okay give me a plate I want pizza.”

After your small dinner and some laughs shared with Rafe you finally get to the painting.

“Okay so we can do thumb prints, handprints, kisses, little things that represent us,” Rafe listed ideas as he scroll through Pinterest.

“Let’s do a handprints, something easy and then maybe we can cover it in sand to reminds of us this little beach date.” You offered

“Yeah I like that” he kissed your nose.

“Alright so many kisses today I think you just did this to get some.”

“No no I actually did this for us, but that’s just a perk” Rafe gave another kiss but on your neck and started going down.

“Okay okay! Let’s get to painting!” You giggled due to the friction of his warm lips on your skin.

As you guys finally decided on a paint color which took absolutely forever because Rafe wanted to do blue to match his eyes (once again) but you wanted a sage green because it was nice and calming which was a perfect way to describe this date. Certainly not this relationship yk how Rafe is.

“Okay your hand first cause it’s giant” you as you painted his hand a dark green.

“Hey you love these hands, especially these finger-”

“OKAY. So place it straight don’t make it crooked.” You guide his onto the canvas

“I can do it myself I’m a big boy okay y/n” he said placing his own hand down.

“Okay leave it there for a couple of seconds to get a good print.” You order.

You grab a lighter green to match his and paint your hand. The ticklish feelings and smell remind you of elementary, and the one time Jayj ate paint (not as a dare.)

“Oh that’s a cute color” Rafe said as you put the paint back.

“Okay you can take your hand off now. Longer you keep it, it’s probably gonna dry on there.” You joked.

“Don’t make it crooked.” He said as he grabbed your hand placing it down on the canvas on top if his.

After a couple of seconds you take it off and see the perfect imprints of you and Rafe.

“Aww it’s so cute!” You commented

“Oh now we have to make another, I’m gonna want one too.” He said admiring your art work.

“Here you go.” he said handing you a cup of sand

You sprinkle the sand ontop of the paint making sure to put enough then shaking the rest off.

“Okay now while this drys I wanna paint another.” you say grabbing another canvas.

You decide to paint a turtle on the beach. Turtles are your second animal cause they’re just so darn cute. As you paint, Rafe also decides to paint whatever he is. He has an assortment of colors and he’s just in his own world. As you watch him you can’t help but notice how his tounge pokes the inside of this cheek as he concentrates.

After 20 minutes, you finally have finished yours projects.

“Okay on, one…two…three!” You count down and flip your canvas.

“Oh thanks cute!” Rafe says and you stare as his… maybe pizza?

“Nice…I don’t even know. Rafe what is that?” You say confused.

“It’s a boat!” He says excited.

“Look it’s me and you!” He points to small blobs

“Oh I thought those were olives…”

“Y/n…” he says with a pout.

“Oh come on it’s cute!!!” You say trying to make him feel better.

“Maybe you should just keep to gallery walks instead of making the art…” you pat his shoulder as you both stare as his “boat”

“Your turtles are so good but look at my boat.”

“Rafe calm down it’s fine beside you can always buy classes.”

“But you’re a natural! It’s unfair.”

“Rafe quit it, besides you’re better at other things than me!” You try to cheer him up.

“Like what?”

“Golf”

“Wow lousy golf. Topper is the king let’s face it.”

“Whatever who cares he got cheated on.” You managed to crack a smile from him.

“Beside, you’re an absolutely an amazing boyfriend. My boyfriend.” He turns to look at you.

“Look at this amazing date you planed. And set up all by yourself too. Gotta give yourself props.” You give him a hug.

“Yeah I’m a pretty good man..” he said playfully rolling his eyes.

“My man.”

You guys share another slow and passionate kiss.

“Come on let’s clean this up. You can spend the night at mine.” You offer as you began to throw things into the basket.

“Okay good, I already told my dad I was.” He said as he grabbed the trash and threw it in a bag.

As you guys drive home you play your oldies playlists. You singing along while Rafe learns new songs.

Soon you guys make it to your house. Rafe parks the car and you guys make your way to the front door with him holding the insane amount of followers.

“Wait we never made my painting” Rafe stopped in his tracks.

“Here you can have the hands, I’ll take your pizza boat.” You say handing him his.

“Guess we have to have another date night to make another !! Ugh!” You said sarcastically.

“What a bore.” Rafe plays along.

You guys reach upstairs. Taking a joint shower because Rafe kept insisting on taking one first but you were too tired to wait. You both got the amazing date night, and hot and steamy sex.

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Came out of hibernation and finally wrote 😩

Sorry for any typos I got too lazy.

Love me some soft Rafe 💁🏽‍♀️

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prettytoxix · 2 years

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Jealousy 🍂

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Pov: hes not a jerk

A/n: just imagine this if billy was not an a hole and was actually a decent human being. There’s just a lot on angst. Enjoy.

Summary: you and your boyfriend billy go to a Halloween party

Content: angst, fluff?

Word count: 1380

Billy insisted that we go to a party tonight. Something about how this kind of thing doesn’t happen very often But let’s be real, it’s high school…There’s a party every other weekend because someone's parents are always away on a trip.

He says this one is going to be different because it’s a Halloween party. I want to say “no,” I really do. But I can’t. Billy doesn’t ask for much so I feel like I owe it to him. What's the worst that could happen anyways? I told him I’d only go if he would do a couples costume with me though, to which he agreed surprisingly fast. I got him to dress up Danny Zuko from Grease, which was really easy because he already had everything for it. Black jeans, and a leather jacket. Easy. I’m going as Sandy, wearing a simple leather-type material jumpsuit.

After getting ready (it ended up taking over an hour because Billy couldn’t stay focused), we get into his Chevrolet and drive over to the party. On the way there we blast music from a CD that Billy keeps in his car. We drive by the house once before finding parking because of how packed it is. There are probably about 15 cars parked on the road and several more in the driveway. I can only imagine how many people are inside and I can already feel myself getting overwhelmed. I’ve never done too well with large groups. I start to twist and turn my rings from anxiety and Billy takes my hand in his own.

“Hey, relax. If anything starts to go south we’ll leave, alright?”

I take a deep breath and stop fidgeting with my rings. “Okay,” is all I can say.

We both get out of the car and Billy locks it behind us. On our way inside, Billy takes my hand into his and gently rubs circles on the back of my hand with his thumb.

Before we even get inside some of Billy’s friends pull him away to the backyard for some contest going on. I’m not overly interested in partaking in it so I head into the house where the music is overwhelmingly loud. There are so many people in there and it begins to feel too crowded. Maybe if I go to the bathroom for a minute I can calm myself down and try to enjoy the party. I walk up to the bathroom door and lift my hand up to knock but I can hear arguing inside.

“Bullshit! All of it!” “So it was all a lie?”

I don’t want to get involved, so I walk away. I think about it for a second and those voices sounded very familiar. Was that Steve and Nancy? It doesn’t matter. I move into the kitchen area to see if there’s anything to drink. On the island in the kitchen is a big punch bowl. I’m sure it’s spiked with some sort of alcohol but at this point, I don’t really care. I grab myself a cup and start to ladle the punch into it.

I stand kind of near where the punch was for about 10 minutes maybe just surveying the crowd. Seeing all the faces I recognized because of how small our town is. I take note of painting in the living room just trying to avoid socializing at any cost.

Steve approaches me, obviously drunk. He’s probably upset if he’s the one that was arguing in the bathroom. He grabs a cup, starts to fill it with punch, and looks me in the eyes.

“Do you wanna dance, Y/l/n?” His words slur together. I don’t have anything against Steve, but I know Billy would kill me if he saw me anywhere near Steve. Billy and Steve don’t have the best history.

“No thank you, why don’t you go ask someone else?” Steve puts his arm around my waist and I try to pull away but I can’t. I look around to see if anybody is seeing this and just then Billy walks in through the back door. We lock eyes and I plead for him to help. He furrows his brows together and rushes over, taking long strides. He makes it by my side quickly, abruptly pushing Steve away from me.

“What’s the matter with you, Harrington?!”

“I’m just trying to have a little fun, man.” Steve shoves him back. I tug at Billy’s arm.

“Can we just go?” I whisper into his ear. Billy grabs my hand and leads us out of the house.

“We’re not done, Harrington!” He snaps before leaving out the front entrance.

We walk to his car and Billy just stands outside not unlocking the car for a moment. Placing his hands on the top of the car and lights a cigarette.

“Can you believe that guy? Unbelievable. I’m going back in there.” He blows out a large puff of smoke.

“Billy, can we just drop it and go somewhere…do something else? Anything?”

“Y/n, he put his hands on you-”

“Are you jealous? Billy Hargrove is jealous of Steve Harrington? I don’t believe my eyes.”

“Me? Jealous?” he scoffs. “No…. No, I’m not jealous.” Now he’s just trying to convince himself of that fact.

“Whatever you say, Hargrove.” I chuckle. He unlocks the car reluctantly and I sit inside finally feeling myself relax a bit. I’m just glad that things didn’t end in a bad fight. Billy starts the car irritated.

“Hey, do you want me to drive? You know I don’t like it when you drive when you’re angry.” He steps out of the car without saying another word and trades spots with me. I sigh out loud knowing the conversation we’re about to have isn’t going to be my favorite.

“You know you don’t have to be jealous of Steve, right?”

“I’m not…” He mumbles under his breath.

“Billy, please look at me.” He looks up grudgingly and I search for anything in his eyes. Anything at all that says he’s telling the truth but all I can see is pain.

“Listen, I want to believe you, I do…” I turn the car off because this conversation obviously is going to take a minute. “but your body language and attitude are saying different.”

“Fine! Maybe I’m a little jealous of Harrington! Is that what you wanted to hear!” He throws his hands up defensively.

“I’m not trying to start a fight here! Don’t snap at me!” Billy slumps down in his seat and apologizes quietly. He’s had a bit too much to drink I can tell. “You know what, never mind. Let’s just forget any of this happened.”

I start the car and pull away from the house while Billy sulks in the passenger seat smoking. I drive around for a bit to relax my nerves before I finally park in an empty parking lot near his house. Billy suddenly breaks the silence between us.

“I’m jealous of Steve because he’s much more desirable than someone like…me… you deserve more than this mess that I am.” He gestures to himself.

“What do you mean by that? Steve isn’t as desirable as you think. I prefer you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Y/n, I’m just scared of losing you. And I’m scared that I’m going to put walls between us and shut you out like I do everyone else.”

“I’ll make sure that never happens.” I’m feeling so overwhelmed with everything that happened tonight that I can feel my cheeks start to heat up and a tear or two fall down them. Billy looks over and places his hand on my face and uses his thumb to wipe my tears away.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Billy tugs me close to him as we lean over the center console of his car while our lips embrace passionately and hungrily.

I have never found so much comfort in a person even after a fight.

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jumpscaregoose · 19 days

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briefly turning into a travel blog to talk about seeing the eclipse today because it was fucking awesome alright

this is my new favourite picture I've ever taken, this is my iphone's approximation of what totality looked like where I watched it

I was lucky enough to live within a few hour's drive of totality so my family and I drove out to waterford, ontario to see it (might as well say where I was because I'm posting very identifiable landscapes and am not there anymore. highly recommend going there if you're in the area). we literally only chose to go there because my mom picked it randomly from a map. thank you mom that was a great choice

it was cloudy as shit when we first arrived so we were a bit worried. and then while wandering around on a bridge we met the most stereotypical small town canadian old man ever shoutout to him he was awesome.

waterford also has a 10/10 banger small museum in a FORMER PICKLE FACTORY of all places and that would have been worth going by itself. today they had an exhibit of locally created skateboard art pieces (painted and decorated skateboards) in addition to their regular agricultural stuff and MASTODON LEG!!!!!!!

there's also an old railway bridge within walking distance of downtown and I love trains AND bridges so off course I had to go see that. except the trails from the museum don't connect to the bridge. however! the youth of waterford served me well because right off the trail there was a worn-down path between the brush that led up under the bridge and around on top. I would have climbed through the brush if I had to though I was Committed to this bridge.

like look at this view. fucking gorgeous

even stumbled across some familiar faces making a nest on the bridge... these guys were really chill and I was above them behind a railing so I didn't worry about getting mauled

and as is obvious from these photos the cloud cover had totally cleared up by this point (and the eclipse had started)

here's an attempted cellphone-plus-eclipse-glasses photo that didn't really work. you can see the missing part of the sun though

we sat in a park with around 200 other people to watch the eclipse and totality here was around 3:18 pm

and oh my god totality. so worth it. everything was weirdly dim for 15 minutes before and after and they do not lie about it getting colder. I had to put my jacket on so I didn't freeze. birds were chirping like crazy and the street lights came on. I watched most of the eclipse entering totality through my glasses but took them off a biiiiiiiiiitttt too early and saw the diamond ring effect, which was also gorgeous.

totality was really dark, way more than in my photos, and it looked like there was a sunrise 360 degrees around on the horizon.

here's a worse photo because you can scroll up to see the good one

the sun looks like a donut in all my pictures but in real life it was just like in all the, well, better pictures

and then totality ended and we skedaddled out of there before traffic got crazy. and then we got stuck in a bit of traffic because the traffic lights had not been reconfigured for the massive amount of people.

#I don't think I could have had a more perfect eclipse viewing experience #when I say it was cloudy in the morning it was CLOUDY but it all cleared up by afternoon #ideal experience. would cosmic event there again

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tafferling · 4 months

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The state of this Taff

It's a struggle, ya'all.

Just before my birthday at the end of November, I learned that my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. Not a big surprise, that, considering I grew up in a household where the kitchen had a literal smoke cloud hanging in it 24/7, but. Still. Supposedly, she says, it's one of those that'll get knocked over by chemo looking at it funny, but there's another problem that's a lot more dire and immediately life-threatening: the cancer metastasized in her brain.

I spent the next few weeks scrambling to buy a car and get my dog vaccinated for rabies. See, I live in Sweden, and she lives in Austria. And I've got no one to look after my dog, meaning he's got to come with me. Therefore, car. Fast forward to the 22nd of December, and I finally start driving down.

Of course, I am going to see my mom! Yeah, she still tells me I gotta go get me a man cause I'm 40 and need to get me that husband to set me right and I am not ace, just broken and need to see myself fixed so a man'll have me yadda yadda (and the racism, let's not forget about the racism and the casual homophobia), but she's my mom, ya know?

She's had her brain surgery at that point already and was recently discharged. Everyone tells me she's doing great. She tells me she's doing great. It's just sweet that I'm coming down and so on and so forth.

Neat, right?

I even call her 10 minutes before I arrive, while taking a quick break to walk the dog near my aunt's and dad's grave. Ask her if she's got dinner for me, cause I haven't had any proper food for two days or if I should grab something on the way. She says she's got it all. Sweet.

ahahaha... WELL, I arrive there, and I find out that, no. She's not doing alright. Turns out everyone failed to mention to me that she has what basically amounts to short-term memory dementia, or whatever you like to call it. I arrive, and I find out that not only is the house barely liveable, but she's got no food (it's the 23rd, 5pm, and shops close at 6pm until the 27th), and she has no idea where anything is in the house or what she's done five minutes ago.

I dump all my shit (plus the dog) in the house and dive into the "last hour before shops close" fun (JFC, where did all those people come from) so we have stuff to eat. When I get home, it all settles in: Not only do I have a full-time job that I'll have to do while I am here (naturally), but (for the foreseeable future) I am also my mom's full-time caretaker from here on out.

She's forgotten her phone PIN since then (getting a new SIM card sent here next week). She was taking her meds wrong and missed two crucial ones. She has a radiology appointment next Tuesday and kept telling me she is being picked up by an ambulance, only for me to call her oncologist and find out that's not true, I've got to drive her (which isn't an issue, but if I hadn't called the guy to figure out her med sdsafkjasdfsa). So on. And so forth, with other highlights including her not knowing how to pay her bills, me getting screamed at cause of that, then her friend screaming at me, her fucking neighbour bringing her cigarettes and smoking in the kitchen with her (THE WOMAN HAS LUNG CANCER) and ---- :sounds of distant Taff wailing at the void:

I also got screamed at by total strangers three goddamn times already, and it's really bringing home why I left this country. Not saying everyone's an ass, but when you got grown men shouting at you for trivial shit like "waiting with your shopping cart to let a car out", "taking longer to put away your groceries cause you're fucking exhausted and can barely see straight anymore", and "going the wrong way in a shopping parking lot (NOT during rush hour, mind you, that was later on in the morning when the place was nearly empty) cause you missed the arrow and haven't been here in nearly 15 years" you just kinda-- *deflates*. Please. Stop shouting at me.

I wanna kick some rocks and mope.

Anyway. Yeah. It's rough, ya'all. And I don't usually like doing this, but this time, maybe I should: If you've ever liked any of my writing and you haven't, like, I dunno dropped a kudos or something, I'd appreciate any sort of encouragement or positivity in my life right now. Any little pick-me-up will do. 'cause I need to admit I am out of my depth, I am overwhelmed, and I have no idea what to do.

#Just Taffer Things #A Vent #A BIG VENT #like a big stretch but not as fun

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pbandjesse · 12 days

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I felt kind of down today. It wasn't a bad day! It was full of beautiful moments. But I felt down inside. I tried very hard to fight against it but it was tough. I'm just a little to hot and a little to tired. But I enjoyed being with my James. And it was a beautiful day, even if it was just a little but to warm.

I had some pretty serious and intense dreams. I woke up and had to wake James up to make sure they were okay. They seemed really concerned about how upset I was. But I was able to go back to sleep and have more intense dreams. So it wasn't the most restful sleep.

When I woke up for real I was so hot. We will have to figure out an ac unit soon for our bedroom. But it's not a huge deal. I will survive, even if I'm just a little uncomfy.

James would come up and see what I wanted to have for breakfast. I decided on a grilled peanut butter and jelly. And got dressed and loved how my hair dried. I washed it last night and let it air dry and while I have heard recently it can be bad to do that I actually think I'm going to go back to it because I was just so please today. I felt really pretty.

We would hang out in the living room. James made an appointment for our polio vaccines and said we could walk to the CVS at 1030. So that is just what we did. I struggled with shoe choices. I have raw spots from my docs so I thought I would wear my tevas but they also hit my sore spots so I tried socks and wanted to die from being to warm so I switched to some old flip flops and I would end up hating them by the time we got to the cvs. It isn't like I need new shoes but I do need to finally replace my flip flops from highschool that finally fell apart last year. I'll have to figure that out soon. Maybe tomorrow after work I'll go search.

We got over to the CVS. James was being really cute. And was really excited about the weather and how beautiful it was. I was a little to hot and was realizing how I should have worn sun screen. But I was having a nice time with James.

We got to the CVS and they were like. You don't have an appointment? Because it turns out we were at the wrong CVS. Oops. So we had to quickly walk home and drive to harbor east. Which would make us a few minutes late. I was pretty stressed. James would stay behind to pay for parking so I could go over the next block to get there. But then I didn't know where to go. It wasn't the pharmacy even though the sign said that was where vaccines were. It was actually the minute clinic. And then I didn't know what my confirmation number was and was a little frazzled.

James would come and we sorted it out. And the woman who worked there, who I Believe is a nurse?, was just so lovely. She told me I was totally fine and to not worry about being late. Which did make me feel better. But I was also a little stressed about the whole thing.

She wasn't sure if insurance was going to cover this but it actually did so that was good. And she was very good and it didn't hurt much. It hurts a little now but only like a small bruise. I asked if me and James would get medicine from the same vial and she said yes and I was like. Oh that's very romantic. And she thought it was very funny that me and James go to so many appointments together. She said her and her husband have never done that in 10 years together. Which I thought was pretty interesting. But maybe when you work in the medical field it's a different feeling.

James's appointment wasn't for an hour but she let James come early so we didn't have to wait. James got a COVID vaccine too but I had one recently so I didn't need it. James was very brave and got one in each arm.

While James was waiting their 15 minutes after their shots I went to get the dish soap we needed. It was locked up so I had to call for staff and the girl that came to do it was super complimentary about my tattoos and kept saying how cool I was. Which made me feel very cool.

We paid and left and James took me home to change my shoes. We got a water bottle and we headed to the park to enjoy the day. I was a little miserable. I changed into better shoes but I was still not feeling the best. And being to hot didn't help but it was beautiful out.

We walked around. We were going to go find the swings but they had that area all roped off for construction. Ah well. We sat on a bench and enjoyed watching people with their babies. And watching the inch worm try to climb on James's arm hair. It was very silly.

I decided I would like falafel for lunch. James found a Yemeni place! I didn't know that they would have falafel but it was good! I liked the size of it. I would have preferred it with a dipping sauce but I really enjoyed the half I had. We saved the other half for lunch tomorrow. The best part of the experience was that they brought us a sauce and a salad and a soup we didn't even order and it was good! I was having a great time.

We walked to the thrift store next. And I was so excited to find this little house. I swear I had a mini version of this same house that I used to play with so much that it fell apart. I was trying very hard to find the joyful moments today, so this find was really good. And if was only $5.

We would go get ice cream next. And that was fun. We decided to cool off in their AC and I am glad we did. James got red velvet and I got the dirty grasshopper again and I tried the cannoli flavor. It was fun and I was feeling a little more positive. Even if I was tired still.

We tried to walk in the shade on the way home as much as possible. We talked and laughed and it was just really nice being together. Even if I was still just a little sad.

When we got home I would hang out on the couch for a bit. James put the screen door in and that was nice. But I was pretty sun tired. So I would go lay down upstairs. I felt bad because we were going to work on wall paper today but I just really didn't have it in me.

James would set up a fan for me and I got changed and I fell asleep pretty quickly. I woke up very hot but I was able to keep sleeping.

I woke up at 630. And I was not having a great time. James brought me water and I laid and sipped. My stomach hurts but I was alright.

James would go record their podcast and I hung out on the couch. And eventually James was done podcast and they came and made us a late dinner.

I decided I wanted spaghetti but I wanted the pasta to be dry, no pasta water left. And James thought that was weird but it was exactly what I wanted. They even baked some mozzarella for the top. I was so happy.

And now we are just hanging out. I am so tired. But it is almost bed time.

Tomorrow I think I have two different field trips at camp. But that's alright. It should be a very good day. Not as hot, but still beautiful. And lots of shade.

I hope you all have a good night tonight. And take care of yourself tomorrow. I love you all. Goodnight!!

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steverodgerslater · 3 months

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My Slutty Year in Review

As 2023 draws swiftly to a close, I like to look back and reflect on my partners in crime that have helped me carry out my cheating kink and give me the best sex any man my age could ever imagine. 16 in all in 2023, but only 3 of which were new in this calendar year. The other 13 are all those whom I've met in years prior and have fucked multiple times since. I'm proud to say I never once used a condom in 2023, and have creampied all 15.

And without further adieu, here's the 2023 SluttyAdulter Honor Roll:

The Ginger. About 5 years younger than me and married. I've been banging this one for over 10 years now about once a month. Her husband won't fuck her, so I will. And even if he did fuck her, she'd probably fuck me anyway. Gentleman -- is it only me, but do redheads pussies taste different? I've definitely noticed a unique flavor and I love it!

The Lisa Marie Presley look-alike. She really does look like Elvis' daughter. 10-15 years younger than me and twice divorced. We've been fucking on and off (mostly off but more recently on) for a good 8 years now. She's a loud moaner and a screamer when she cums and I love it!! Probably cums 6 or 7 times in a 2 hour session.

The Prison Nurse. Met her on Tinder back in 2016 and have carried on ever since. We met for the first time in a park near where I live. I was parked waiting for her and when she pulled up, she hopped in my passenger seat and within 2 minutes was gagging on my cock. I love that girl. Only fucked her once this year and that was part of a foursome with her best friend and the married guy she's currently "dating".

The Hairdresser. Well she is now. We met on Craigslist Casual Encounters (yeah, I've been doing this awhile!) in April of 2017. Married but separated. Fucked almost every week for a few years but then Covid came and that set us back. And she was getting a case of the feels anyway. Now she just cuts my hair, but we did manage to get some sex in too.

The FWB. Another Tinder match. Divorced and tired of the traditional dating scene, but still wanted hot sex. That's what a SluttyAdulterer is for. Met her in 2018 and fucked once or twice a week even through Covid. Had THE BEST 69's with this women. But alas, earlier this year she met someone and started dating him seriously, and thus, showed me the door. We do still keep in contact though and if I were a betting man, I'd wager that there's a hookup again some time in our future.

The Nursing Home Nurse. Another divorcee not interested in dating, but still very much interested in sex. We get a hotel room every couple of months and fuck for a couple of hours. I love eating her to orgasm, especially after I've creampied her. She's totally into it.

The Breakfast Gal. Have been fucking just about every Saturday or Sunday morning for the past 3 years. She makes me breakfast and I fuck her senseless. Works for both of us. There actually is feelings here on both ends. Yes, the "L" word has even been tossed multiple times. But I still fuck whomever I want. Unbeknownst to her.

The Prison Nurse's Best Friend. I've only fucked her twice, and only as part of a foursome. The last time being just before Thanksgiving. Our first time together she ate my ass. R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

The Blonde. 25 years younger than me. Single Mom and misses sex. Frankly she is a Class A Bitch. There's times I loathe her. But she has the tightest cunt, perfect tits and an ass you can crack an egg on. So I tolerate her. If she found out I was fucking around on her, she'd go nuclear.

The Southern Belle. Lives about 500 miles away from me, so I only see her when I'm near her town visiting family. But she is so sweet and sexy. And that southern accent drives me wild. We made a movie of us fucking for her FWB. He gets off on it. I do to. I can't wait to see her again.

The Entrepreneur. 30 years my junior, never married, no kids. Does all the naughty things I love to play up my cheating kink (plays with my wedding ring, sucks my cock when I'm on a call with the wife, etc.). And has a breeding fantasy herself. She is far and away the most low maintenance affair partner I've ever had.

The Porshe Driver. Almost exactly my age, and she's been around the block a time or two. Divorced a few years ago and is sowing her wild oats. She lives about a 4 hour drive away, so we get together once or twice a year in a town halfway between us. We get a hotel, have a few vodka drinks, smoke some weed and go nuts.

The College Student. Well, a middle-aged college student. Has a long distance boyfriend that rarely if ever fucks her, so I helped with that one Sunday morning, putting her up in a hotel room near campus and making the hour drive down to fuck her between homework assignments.

The Tennessee Valley Girl. Originally from my town, but moved to Knoxville years ago. Her Mom still lives here, so she was in town this summer to visit and as luck would have it, we matched on Tinder. Had an MFM threesome with her one hot August night this past summer.

The Realtor. While visiting family back in September (in that same town where I have my Southern Belle), I awoke in my hotel room to a Tinder match with her. I explained in my opening message to her I was married (I state it right in my profile, but many serial right-swipers miss it), as I do with everyone I meet on Tinder, and her reply was "Oh, I'm sorry I missed that." Which usual means that's the end of the conversation. Not with THIS one. Her next message to me was "But I'd love to have sex with you anyway." I said "When are you available?" And despite it being only 6am she came back with "How soon can you get here?" I jumped in the shower, made the 1 hour drive, and in no time I was pumping a load of my hot white goo deep inside her black pussy.

The Blonde's Best Friend. Like I said, the Blonde is a bitch. Her best friend thinks so too. So her and I had a little revenge sex for all the misery that bitch has caused both of us. There's so much more of this story to tell. I'll save that for a post of its own.

Happy New Year Peeps!

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#confessions #megacheat

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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@graveswrites here it is, the story that I look back on and laugh about but at the time was very confused and slightly scared.

ALRIGHT!! Buckle up buttercup because this is literally the weirdest thing to ever happen to me! I literally cOULD NOT make this up this is a real thing that happened I shit you not. I apologize to any followers who thought I was a normal person…I am not lmao.

Tw for those who read this: drugs (just edibles) and blood (not mine) mention.

Alright so let me set the scene for you: Last year my ex and I went to a renaissance festival, we got a hotel because he wanted to watch the fireworks display they do at closing each night. We spent the entire day at the festival and decided to got back to our hotel for a few hours to cool off before the fireworks, it was about 6 pm and fireworks started at 8. So we go back to the room around 4pm, watch some tv and head back out at like 7:15. We get back to the festival and stop at a booth selling puzzle rings (something he’s always wanted).

Here’s where it starts getting weird. So we ended up buying rings for each other and while the lady is telling us how to put them together and take care of them my ex makes some innuendo or whatever and they lady thinks it’s the most hilarious thing she’s ever heard so she calls over her friend working the shop with her. Now these women are both in there like mid to late 30’s so not just some little teens and I say this because of what happens next. The friend comes over, hears the joke, and then LOSES HER SHIT! She’s like red in the face laughing and then apologizes in a normal tone and whispers “I’m a little high” the lady selling us the rings is like “oh did you take one of your gummies” and the girl goes “no it’s one of Jerry’s” and apparently Jerry has some strong shit because the girl was baffled by that. Then somehow (I don’t even remember what happened) the lady selling us our rings goes “you guys want a gummy?” My ex looks at me for permission and I was just like yeah sure as long as I get some. The lady tells us to split it because “it’s really strong” now mind you I’ve played with the devil’s lettuce before but this was my first gummy, my ex however was well versed in most types and wasn’t that worried. So we take the gummy and split it. “Kat don’t take edibles from strangers that’s rule number one!” I write porn for demons but that’s where you draw the line? Anyway.

So we finish buying our rings, the lady gives us her card with info if we ever need to reach her and we go to the fireworks show. Fireworks are dope and now the festival is over so it’s a mass exodus to the parking lot, drunk people dressed as pirates and medieval people all collectively heading home. The edible is sort of kicking in but not in the way I expected so we’re both just chillin. We stop at McDonalds for food, talk about how the “edible AINT shit” and head back to the hotel. Now mind you: our hotel was literally 10 minutes from the festival, we left the faire grounds at 8:30, we left McDonald’s at 8:45. We have been gone from the hotel for roughly 2 hours maybe.

We pull into the hotel parking lot and I see 1 cop car, I jokingly go “Uh-Ooooh, someone’s in trouble!” Thinking it’s just a typical minor thing.We drive to the side of the parking lot and see another cop car at the front, I’m now thinking “someone got too rowdy while drunk and probably got into a fight” we then pull into a parking spot and there’s 2 MORE COP CARS making a total of 4 and we both go “OH” now mind you this is my first edible and I have anxiety so my brain automatically goes “they know”. We walk up to the front of the hotel and there’s a lady cop standing at the front, my high ass is cradling our bag of food like a baby in my arms and my ex goes “is everything all right?” To which the lady cop says “oh, yeah, everything is fine, of course.” Making it sounds totally not fine.

We enter the lobby and the lady behind the counter is watching a wall of security cameras with a different cop, my ex and I are now concerned but more worried about not being arrested, we quietly walk by and head upstairs. I should note this here: the hotel was only two stories, you went up the stairs, turned right and a brisk seven second walk later our door was right there. We go up the stairs and at the very top are two cops both standing with their hands on their hips in like a power stance, they say good evening and we both just squeak in response now a little more worried about why there are so many cops.

AS I SAY HELLO!!! I turn to face our room and there is a trail of blood splattered all over the floor. My ex and I both very loudly go “OH?!” And a fourth cop comes running from around the corner holding his nose and sniffing while saying “oh sorry about that I had a nose bleed!” We both scurry inside our room, lock the door and stand in complete silence for a good 20 seconds before I say “that gentleman did not have a nose bleed” My ex gives a nervous laugh and we turn the tv on to eat. mind you my ex suffers from chronic nosebleeds and gets them randomly so I know what a massive nosebleed looks like. We have been gone for only two hours and now the hotel is swarming with cops and there’s blood all in the halls

We stayed in the room all night scared the cops would somehow know we took an edible and just watched B99 (yes I know cop show while cops in the hall) SO I finish my food and lay down next to my ex while we start a new episode, I blink and now the middle of a different episode is playing, I blink again and suddenly we’re on the next season?? I’m very confused as to what’s going on but my ex isn’t concerned. I finally decide I want to get up and put my pajamas on BUT my bag is across the room, not super far though no big deal right? Wrong. I stood up from the bed and felt like a new born deer trying to walk, it took me so long to make it to my bag, I’m laughing hysterically, my ex is laughing hysterically, this gummy is kicking my ass! It takes me like 10 minutes to put on shorts and try walking back to the bed, I feel like I’m inside of a hamster ball and some kid just kicked me and sent the ball spinning into the void. I finally make it back to bed after changing and just face plant. I rolled over and said “I think it kicked in” we both bust out laughing, the time was now 11:45 pm so I had been fading in and out of consciousness for the last 3 hours basically but just thought the tv was skipping through episodes. The cops were still in the hall at 12:15 am because we heard their radios going off when we turned the tv off finally.

We wake up the next morning and are like “hahahah what a wild night can’t believe that all happened” we collect our things and go to check out, I commented “I wonder what happened for all those cops to show up?”my ex makes the statement “surely they’ve cleaned everything up by now” we open our door and there on the white wall across from our room is another HUGE splatter of blood. And we just go “or not” we checked out, got in our car (still slightly feeling the edible effects), started driving home and my ex goes “next time I’m paying the extra $100 for a hotel we know.” And we NEVER found out what happened.

After telling some of my friends about it and laughing they were like ???? Why didn’t you just get your stuff and LEAVE? That’s so scary??? Looking back, yeah we probably should’ve just gone home but honestly I don’t know if we would’ve made the drive home because that gummy kicked in HARD lmao but also we were both more scared of the cops somehow knowing we were high than we were the possible murder scene going on. Anyway that was my first experience with a weed gummy and I will forever cherish that memory because honestly wtf.

TLDR; one time my ex and I ate a gummy from a lady at the renaissance faire and then there was a murder mystery at our hotel that night.

#I still laugh about this #it just got weirder as the night went on #tw blood #tw drugs #tw edibles

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belles-big-lap · 2 years

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169 890 km

Inna minute

Imma needa

Motivation

To write this up.

Well well well – what an amazing whirl wind of adventures I’ve had over the last 3 weeks!

My last week in Bargara was spent running an absolute muck with Rach. We spent our days catching up for tennis at lunch time, going to gin distilleries, running around op shops to find outfits for each other, drinking wine, playing card games, watching movies and riding the scooter home from the pub whilst chasing kangaroos. SEE YOU IN NZ RACH!!!

I left Bargara, fuelled up and drove all the way to Proserpine. Yep 756 km over 9 and a half hours. My biggest solo drive I have ever done. Parked up at a gravel pit in Proserpine and needed to murder 15 mozzies before going to sleep – wish I could say watching the sunset with the doors open was worth it.

I spent the next week submerging myself in paradise – aka Airlie Beach.

Day 1 - went to Cedar Creek Falls (more like a trickle), but I did a little hike up the hill and found a swimming hole all to myself. So I swam, read my book and enjoyed the sun. I also saw these two huge goanna looking lizards.

I then drove into Airlie and laid on the beach and continued to read. Stinger season is between November and March so it was safe to swim. That afternoon I checked into a hostel called Nomads (just for the night) – I ended up extending for another 5 nights after this though. I then went and hiked up Honeyeater Lookout. 10km later. But it was so lovely – I did the hike in my Tiva’s and note to self: going down hill in Tiva’s is not a vibe. I then caught up with Carly for dinner and paid $31 for two ginger beers. Lovely seeing her though. We got a pub meal and ice-cream.

That evening Carly dropped me at this pub called Magnums that apparently leads through to the hostel. I ended up staying until mid-night talking to strangers and playing Jenga. I made two friends from Melbourne called Sahar and Elisha. I also met two girls from Chile and two guys from the States.

Day 2 – Went to the lagoon for a swim and a read of my book. I then caught up with Sam Wallace for a drink and some lunch. Was lovely to see him but I decided it was best not to be his friend, I do wish him all the best though. And then just napped and chilled in the arvo.

Day 3 – Another very chill day. Went for a hike up Mt Rooper – saw a green snake. That afternoon I wanted to go sailing (which you can volunteer yourself as a deck hand on Wednesday afternoons) but race week was on, so there were no volunteers allowed. So I went back to the lagoon and read my book. That evening I went out for dinner with Sahar and Elisha to a seafood restaurant called Fish D’vine. Such yummy oysters!!! We then went to Karaoke and Magnums and Sahar and I sang ‘Living on a prayer and “wannabe”. Also met a guy named Daniel who plays for the Marrar bombers and knows my cousin Sam Turner – small world. Then danced the night away in St Paddys. Such a fun night! Hopping to catch up with those girls again some day!

Day 4 – recovery and chill day.

Day 5 – Best day! I went ocean rafting and snorkelling – which was basically a big yellow boat out to Whitehaven Bay – with the purest sand on earth that doesn’t get hooter than 27 degrees. We say 2 groups of dolphins, 3 hump back whales, a sea turtle and soooooo many fish I met some amazing people! Emily – who’s from Wales and has been living in Aus for 3 years now. Anika – who’s from Wagga. We actually were attending Kildare at the same time (I was in year 7 when she was in year 10) and she also lives in a van. Abby – who’s from Canada and is visiting Australia for the first time and her partner Dominque – who’s from Lismore. Abby and Dom met each other tree planting over in Canada.

That evening – all of us went out to Magnums and St Paddy’s and even met up with some of the others from the tour! So nice meeting them all.

Day 6 – recovery morning followed by Dom and I going for a walk to the markets and eating a B&E and a coffee and chatting for like 2 hours. We then went and caught up with Anika and chilled at the lagoon before they headed more south on their way to Lismore.

That evening I went and had dinner with Nathan and Jessica. There were my neighbours at the hostel. They are a beautiful French couple over her in Aus trying to get their visa’s. They are working in Airlie at the moment but started their journey in Griffith! That evening we ate Macral that Nathan caught and drank wine from Yenda!

Later on I caught up with Emily and Anika again and attended a bush doof that was out near Mt Rooper. A 2km walk from the car park, lots of ankles, vomiting, losing my phone and passing out in the taxi on the ride home and a super super super sore head the next day – that just about sums it up. I found my phone as someone from the hostel happened to pick it up at the beach. An absolute hero. Shout out to the random that helped me for 20 minutes looking on find my iphone around the hostel.

Day 7 – I took my sore head to the boat ramp and met up with Anika. I just waited out the hangover as much as I could before heading off to Mackay for work!

Mackay – I worked in Mackay for 3 days and each afternoon was spent doing life admin stuff for the van.

On Wednesday afternoon I drove to Cape Hillsborough NP and went on a hike called Andrew’s Point looking at 3 lookouts and a walk on the beach. I stealth camped the night before getting up at 5:30 in the morning and watching the sun come up and the kangaroos come on to the beach. So many tourists there. I thought it was going to be more natural, but the roos have learnt that they are going to be fed in the early morning by the ranger. Mixed feelings but they are being protected.

I then went on another hike Yuibera Trail which was a nice bush walk. I also did the boardwalk there but it was pretty boring.

I then drove back to Mackay to pick up my Dad from the airport!!!! He only gave me a day’s notice, but he came up for the weekend to surprise me for my birthday!

The next day we drove to the Leap Lookout and did the hike. It took up about 3 hours and it was a bit of a rock scramble but we did it!!! So proud of dad and his knees getting him up and down! We then drove to Airlie beach and checked into our swanky hotel for the next two nights overlooking the town and the ocean! We then went for a walk, got a cocktail and some ice-cream and starting playing pool with a couple from UK/Melbourne (who were about Dad’s age. We ended up playing pool with them for about 2 hours before going for dinner with them at a place called KC’s with live music. SO nice meeting them!

The next day was my 25th birthday – which stated off with a phone call from every family member and Dad and I checking out the Airlie Beach markets! Dad and I then spent the afternoon out on Jetski’s! The ocean was choppy which made it interesting but I jumped in the water with some huge Mantarays and we also got to see some turtles!

That evening we went for dinner at a restaurant called Sorrento’s where the red wine was awful but the seafood risotto was delicious. I even got a slice of cake with some sparklers in it and received a small voice memo from all of Ollie’s colleagues wishing me a happy birthday – very special.

Later that evening I caught up with Anika and Emily again – we went and saw some bands play before dancing they night away at maybe 4 other pubs/clubs. Night well spent – very grateful for those girls.

On Sunday morning (very tired me) and Dad drove to Proserpine and went on a Crocodile Tour! The first section of the tour was raining and we went on a trailer hooked up to a tractor around the forest. Saw some wallabies and sucked on ant bums. We then went back to base and ate damper and drank tea. They then lifting the boat by a crane into the water and we saw about 20-25 crocs of all sizes! It was such a good tour! Not to be done in the summer though – apparently the boat can go out and see no crocs as they are all in the water staying cool.

The next couple days I just worked and dad pampered himself.

Tomorrow morning I am getting up at 4:30am to catch a flight (or 3) to Alice Springs and I am soooooooooooooo excited but I must sleep now!

Things I am grateful for:

- Dad

- Making new friends

- Taxis

- Find my iphone setting

- Snake bandages

- Jenga

Things I have learnt:

- Don’t chuck your drink on drunk idiots

- There are 74 Whitsunday islands

- If the temperature is cooler - croc eggs are female and if the temperature is hotter (around 34 deg) – they are all male (AND IT”S THE OPPOSITE FOR TURTLES – WILD

- And a whole bunch of other stuff but I need sleep byeeeee

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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he’s so vogue

Description - you are the journalist for the new Harry Styles December Vogue Issue

A/N - how is everyone doing? hope you enjoy! if you have any requests please feel free to ask. love you all and have a lovely rest of the week!

warnings: swearing

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Being a journalist for Vogue was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

After 3 years of studying English Literature at Surrey University, you never thought, only a year after, you'd be working as an apprentice at Vogue UK. If it weren't for your Aunty, who worked in the fashion design section at Vogue HQ, then you'd no doubt still be a broke-ass, single, lonely student. Ok, lonely you still were but your job was so full-on that you didn't have time for a relationship.

Two years into your apprenticeship you were promoted to an official member of the team, and then another two years later you got promoted to team leader in your department of journalism, and editing; The Media - or as you like to call it - "The Celeb Goss". You were beyond happy with your job and found such passion in every article your wrote. Whether it be about a new celebrity romance or the collapse of one, you found a way to story-tell in such a meditated way that everyone loved your pieces.

That's why the Harry Styles had requested you to be the one to interview him.

Of course you'd written about A-list celebrities in the past, producing articles on pregnancy rumours, or engagements, or breakups, but you'd never met them before authoring an article. You'd met plenty of D-list celebrities who thought they were mega famous, but if you mentioned their names people would turn around and ask "who?".

This is why interviewing Harry Styles was a massive thing for you.

Not very often did you get to do work out in the field, especially in these covid infested days, but nevertheless it was your favourite part of the job. Getting to meet the people you were writing about was completely refreshing, allowing you to obtain a clearer outlook on which direction to take on your journal piece.

You were asked to go to Stonehenge, where the photoshoot was being filmed, as your office of interview. Even though you'd lived in the UK all your life, you'd never actually been to Stonehenge. It wasn't really on your bucket-list, but it was a pleasure to get to see it all the same.

Being the prepared interviewer you were, you'd prepared an array of questions that you were set on asking Harry. You'd never met him before, but after much googling and youtubing of him prior to meeting him today you would already be confident in saying he's the most brilliant man to ever exist. You were really nervous that you were going to screw this interview up and make a terrible mess in front of Harry Styles.

"Lisa! What if I accidentally say something I shouldn't?" You ran your stressed hands through your hair.

This whole morning had been frantic. It had started off by you waking up late, no thanks to Lisa, your best-friend and co-worker, pressing snooze on the alarm. You wanted to look professional today so you'd put on your best shirt - only to spill coffee down it ten minutes later. So now, you smelt of coffee and were wearing what was left in your wardrobe - and it wasn't much. The only things left clean were a pair of pink corduroy flares and some, pastel coloured, graphic t-shirt to go with it.

"You won't. Stop being so negative." Lisa rolled her eyes, probably fed up with the amount of winging she'd heard from you this morning - and you'd only been awake an hour.

"My outfit is hardly professional either." You huffed, pouring the rest of your, second, coffee down the drain.

"Well I think you look gorgeous." Lisa stated, whilst putting her breakfast bar wrapper in the bin.

You and Lisa were back and forth about you stressing, and such, for about half an hour before you had to leave. You had a great panic about losing your glasses too. You could see without them up close, but for long distance viewing and reading you were practically blind. You were taking Lisa's car, since she didn't think you were emotionally stable enough to drive. Lisa was the creative director on the set, and thank goodness she was so you could at least ramble to someone.

After a two hour drive up from London, you arrived at Stonehenge and it was freezing. Although the sun was out, it did nothing to keep your body heated. The journey up had been nice because you sat in your nicely heated car, chatting away with Lisa and blasting some Harry Styles out of the speaker. You'd made it through the first album, and the second one up to Canyon Moon before reaching your destination.

Upon arriving you could just about, without glasses, make out about 15 other cars, arranged at the bottom of a hill. There was an array of Audis and BMWs, a few Range Rovers, which you placed your bets on one was Harrys, and a green, vintage, Jaguar which was most likely belonging to the fashion editor or something. There was also a modern barn, perched at the foot of the hill, which was where Harry would be getting changed in to his various different outfits.

It took you a moment to register that Lisa had parked and was already clambering out of the car, making you look a little idiotic still blankly staring at the beautiful scenes in front, and around, of you.

But it was still bloody freezing.

You jogged a little to the boot and whipped out your white cardigan. Originally you'd thought that this would've been enough to keep you warm, but now you were starting to think otherwise.

The atmosphere here was amazing. People were rushing around left, right and centre loading, and unloading, various pieces of equipment and clothes. You caught sight of brightly coloured fabrics being carried to and from various places. There were the camera crew, and presumably director, all chatting amongst themselves. The smell of the very fresh air was so lush that you'd forgotten what it smelt like - especially after years in London.

You grabbed your bag from the boot, which had your notes, recording kit and laptop stuffed inside, before locking the car and following Lisa in to the barn.

It was lovely and warm inside - a completely different climate to than the outside. It was as if it was Bali inside and Antarctica outside. Better Bali than Antarctica though.

"Ok. Let's put our stuff down over here and then go find people we need to meet and such." Lisa instructed, you still too in awe of the place to fully comprehend what was going on.

You followed Lisa and you two ended up dropping off your stuff next to some other bags. You took a liking to the purse next to your stuff. Next to your bag, it made yours seem ancient - like it was worth nothing more than a penny. It was luscious and a beautiful baby blue colour. You softly ran your hands over it, finding satisfaction in how smooth and subtle it was.

"Hope you're not planning on stealing that, love." A manly voice appeared from behind you. You whipped around to see who's bag you'd been messing with, and it was just your luck that it was to be Harry Styles'. Of all the people's it could've been it had to be his.

Perfect.

He looked dashing. He was in black flares and his iconic 'But daddy i love him', t-shirt, along with a huge green anorak. His hair was prettily clipped back with a pink clip, presumably placed there to gave his curls greater volume. In his hand he had a pink toothbrush and you guessed he'd come back over to put it away in his bag - only to find you caressing it instead.

"Oh - no, no. Not at all. I - uh - I just thought it was beautiful." You stammered over your words, choosing them carefully to try and make you look less like an active criminal.

"Mhm." Harry nodded whilst looking you up and down, most likely judging why a peasant like you, in comparison to him, was touching his expensive property. "Well, I love your flares darlin'." Harry looked down at your trousers, his compliment making you blush a little.

"Thank you. That wasn't professional, and neither is my outfit, I know, and I apologise." You added, because you knew that if your boss knew you turned up today the way you did she would give you a right bollocking - and potentially even fire you.

"Never apologise for flares. You look amazing." Gemma perked up, making you feel more self conscious surrounded by all these other beautiful women. Gemma was in a slouchy, knitted, jumper and basic jeans - no doubt all from shops beyond your budget - and yet she looked like a model fit for the runway for Vogue.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised again, to which you, creepily, got the exact same, stern, look from the Styles siblings at the same time.

"My stylist, Harry, introduced me to big pants. He offered whether I wanted to try a pair of flares, and I was like, 'Flares? That's fucking crazy'!" Harry laughed as he told his story, earning a laugh out of you too. "Now they're my favourite item of clothing. Have a whole wardrobe dedicated to them."

"I wish he was joking." Gemma laughed at her brother and his flare obsession.

"Well you do look handsome in them, so I understand why." Your words rolls off your tongue before you could even comprehend what you were saying. Only after you finished your sentence did you completely intake what you'd just said.

"Good start." Lisa giggled to you, before turning to walk over to the coffee station. It was a help-yourself coffee bar and you knew that you were going to bed at least five cups to get over the last five minutes alone. You'd probably drain the station before letting anyone else have any.

"Oh god." You awkwardly mumbled, not daring to see how weirdly Harry would be looking at you, before walking off outside.

You had spent less than 10 minutes here and yet you'd never felt like a bigger clown. Joining the circus had never been so easy.

The outside wind hit you like a powerful leaf blower, and your hair blew around like crazy - most likely compiling into a birds nest on the top of your head.

Today was supposed to be the start of something great. Your hopes were set on a promotion from your written masterpiece, whilst enjoying the company of one of the most handsome, most lovely, most talented men of this century. Those hopes seemed a little too distant now. They seemed to mock you, as if to laugh at how you ever thought you were going to be any more successful. You'd completely, in more ways than one, made a fool of yourself in front of your interviewee, you were so underdressed, you were caught fondling his Gucci purse and you were still bloody cold.

It all felt too unprofessional for a job where professional was practically the driving force of the company.

You leaned against the barn, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You were a master in over-thinking, but unfortunately that wasn't something you could add to your resumé. You let your eyes close and the other senses come alive for a few moments. The sounds of distant sheep and the smell of the cold wind were just two of the senses that allowed you to take a step back for a minute, and breathe.

"Thank you." A voice interrupted you from your attempt of quick meditation. You looked to your left and noticed Harry standing there, still in the same outfit as before.

"I'm sorry?" You asked confused, taking a step away from the barn to considerately pay more attention to him.

"Thank you - for saying I look handsome in flares." He repeated, smirking when he added the second part.

"Oh." Was all you could respond, feeling too embarrassed to take the conversation any further. "I should—" You pointed back to the barn, using it as an excuse to leave before yet screwed up anymore.

"Lisa told me you're the interviewer." Harry added, and it only occurred to you that you'd never actually introduced yourself. "So it's lovely to finally meet you Y/N." He stuck out his hand for your to shake, which you did willingly. His hands were a lot softer than you'd expected.

"Ho... You know my name?" You asked surprised.

"Of course. I also know you're the best writer in Vogue right now." He flattered you, which made you blush. You had a feeling he'd make you do that a lot today.

"Sure." You rolled your eyes as you spoke sarcastically.

"Well I chose you for a reason, didn't I?" He rhetorically asked.

"I mean.. I, well.. I don't know?" You stumbled over your words, making yourself look like a larger fool than you did already. Today was just turning out to be exactly what you didn't want it to be. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising. You do it too often." He told you, nearly making you apologise again but he gave you a jokingly stern look, as if he knew what you were going to say, and so you decided otherwise.

"Harry!" You both turned to see there was a man waving towards you both, but specifically to Harry. "Come get changed!" The same man shouted. Harry lifted his thumbs up, as if to signal he'd be there shortly.

Harry turned back to you and noticed you shiver a little.

"I'll start the interview after I come back from the dressing rooms, yeah?" Harry asked, taking off his, khaki green, trench-coat in the process. He handed it to you before you could oblige against it.

"Wait what?" You confusedly looked down at the coat and back up to Harry.

"Gives me a piece of mind knowing my interviewer isn't going to die of hypothermia before actually interviewing me." He smiled, obviously attempting to crack a joke and you have to admit you did laugh.

"Thank you." You say, before he runs off to where he's being called to.

••••

You'd been sat inside for a little while, waiting for Harry to come back. It gave you time to perfect your questions though.

Thinking up questions to ask Harry had been a challenging task, but one that you'd been fully invested in. You loved creating questions to ask him that were going to get to understand him on a deeper level. He was a very private man, and you completely respected that. If you crossed any boundaries, with the questions you'd ask, you would write them out of the interview. You liked to think you hadn't thought up a question that would make him feel uncomfortable though.

Pissing off Harry would be on another level of shame.

"Coat kept you warm?" Harrys voice disengaged you from your notebook.

"Hm?" You asked then replayed what he'd just asked in your mind. "Oh, yes. Thank you very much." You stood up, from where you'd been perched on the floor, picking up your nearly finished green tea as you did so.

Only when you stood up did it come to your realisation that Harry was now in costume. He was dressed in luxury. Each item looked like it cost more than your rent, and that was saddening. He looked rich and luxurious. To be quite honest, you were finding it rather difficult to take your eyes off him.

"You think the outfit is Vogue enough?" Harry asked, striking a few poses, which made you laugh. It was refreshing to see him act so relaxed and carefree, rather than a stuck-up-prick you knew some celebrities to be.

"Completely. I love it!" You exclaimed, appreciating the twirl he did for you.

He was wearing a kilt-like skirt and he looked beyond beautiful in it. Fuck toxic masculinity. Fuck being a manly man - like what does that even mean? Harry was embracing gender fluidity and experimenting the ways in which there was no definitive line between men and women's clothes anymore, and you thought it was marvellous. Revolutionary, for times as politically and socially troubled as these.

You started removing the coat in attempt to give it back to him, but he refrained you from doing so by holding on to your forearm.

"Keep it. I thought we could go outside to start the interview, so you'll be needing that." Harry told you, and you agreed - however reluctantly that was. You couldn't really complain though, because the coat did kept you warm and, what's better, it smelt divine - just like you'd imagine Harry to smell.

"Okay. Thank you. Do you want to go now?" You asked hesitantly, not knowing whether he was busy for someone else right now.

"Whenever you're ready, love." He answered, making you feel more relaxed. He was going at your pace and was making you feel settled - he was even more of a gentleman than people described him to be.

The two of you had walked around the backside of the barn in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. Well, at least you were. It was a blessing no one was back here. It was just you, Harry and the scenery that surrounded Stonehenge.

You approached a bench and you plopped yourself down on one end, whilst Harry sat on the other. He respected the fact that there was a pandemic going on, and didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way. You still had your mask on, so Harry had taken that as you were very conscious about the virus - which he admired.

You pulled out your glasses, from the depths of one of the coat pockets, and placed them on your face, probably making yourself look even geekier than you already felt. Today was just one of those days you wished you had good eyes...

You opened your spent notebook, musty pages practically falling apart, and turned to the section of questions you needed for that interview. You were so nervous already and you hadn't even asked anything yet, all because of the previous interactions with Harry today. Your shaky hands shuffled through the pages and you cursed under your breath when you struggled to find what you needed.

"Shoot. Come on." You mumbled quietly under your breath, hoping it would make this terrible situation end faster. You mustn't have been as quiet as you thought though.

"Y/N." Harry's name broke through your clouded mind of self-disappointment.

You looked up at him to see him softly smiling at you, blowing all worries away from you away with the wind. "Yes?" You timidly asked, pushing your wind-swept hair out of glasses - where it'd gotten caught.

"You’re alright, love. You don't have to be professional around me, alright? We're just two strangers having a conversation, to get to know each other, okay?" If his words didn't calm you enough, the soothing sound of his husky voice certainly did.

"But that would mean you asking me stuff too?" You replied, confused at his implications of the phrasing 'getting to know each other'.

"Mhm." Harry nodded his head.

"Oh I don't know Mr Styles, i'm not a very interesting person." You answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose from where they'd fallen.

"I refuse to believe that." Harry chuckled, making a quick smile appear on your face. "And please call me Harry. Just Harry." He begged, obviously finding it weird you calling him by his professional title. All you wanted, ever, was for your interviewee's to feel comfortable and safe, so if Harry wanted you to call him Harry then so be it.

"Ok, Harry," you sarcastically said, earning a shake of the head on his behalf, "you can ask me a few questions throughout the day." You told him, but you knew he'd struggle to find even two questions when he realises how bland you are.

"Does that mean you only get to ask me a few as well?" Harry smirked, already knowing the answer to that question. Unlike Harry, you had to write an article about today when you got home and so he knew that you'd have to dig as much dirt as possible from him.

"No, sorry. I don't particularly want to lose my job." You paused to look down at your notes, squinting a little as you did to see better. "Okay. Tell me your experience with corona virus."

"Sorry I didn't quite catch that, love." Harry apologised, leaning in slightly to see if he could hear you a second time around.

"Sorry." You looked down to fiddle with your fingers - a habit you'd undertaken when you're embarrassed. "Um..," you cleared your throat, "would you mind if I took off my mask?"

Your timid voice sent tingle down Harrys spine. He didn't think anyone could ever be this sweet. "Not at all, ‘course you can." He replied, again, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

You hesitantly took off your face mask, feeling like you were in some dramatic movie where they face revealed someone. You kind of liked having the mask on, because, for one, it kept you warm, and for two, you were a little self conscious with how you looked compared to all the other women here today. You shoved the mask in your pocket, with trembling fingers, before looking back down to your notes.

"Woah." You heard Harrys voice being mumbled under the wind. You eyes shot up to his and you noticed him staring right back at you.

"W-what? Is my acne playing up? I knew I should've—" You self-consciously run your hands over the areas you know you got acne. The masks really didn't help when it came to skin care.

"Hey, stop. No. You just... You look beautiful." Harry complimented you, and a roaring blush arose on to your cheeks. You'd never been called beautiful before, and so you were taking the compliment like such a 13-year old.

"Oh, uh, thank you." You awkwardly answered, not really having any other words come to mind in that moment. Harry chuckled under his breath, still keeping eyes on you for some reason.

"Would you mind repeating your last question, I didn't quite catch it?" Harry asked politely.

"Sure. Um, tell me how you've experienced corona virus." You repeated for him, gripping ahold of your pen to start copying what he says and pressing start on your recording device in case you needed it later.

"Well, it's been tedious that's for sure. However, I just want people to be safe and for life to return back to normal, so therefore i've been very MIA for a lot of the time. Keeping to myself mostly. I only went out for hikes or bike rides. All my meetings were online, so it's been very lonely." Harry kept eye contact with your figure the entire time, and if it weren't for you concentrating on writing what he was saying then you'd probably melt away under his gaze.

For such soft eyes he sure was intimidating.

"I presume the loneliness sent you crazy at times." You laughed, because you sure felt that way through lockdown. Curse being single.

"You have no idea." Harry laughed along with you, making you, slowly, feel more at ease.

"Actually, you'd be surprised." You looked at him unsure, before returning down to your notebook.

"Okay then, first question from me," Harrys words made your head shoot up, "How can someone as amazing as yourself be lonely?" He asked and you made a mental tally of how many questions he'd asked.

"Could ask you the very same question, Harry." You slyly replied, avoiding the question by answering with another question. It was a tactic you'd learnt, throughout your years of journalism, when you wanted to dismiss something .

"That's cheating." Harry pointed at you and raised his eyebrows, but you couldn't take your eyes off the big, cheeky, smile perched on his face. You shrugged you're shoulders in defence and returned to your questions. "But you did just call me amazing, so I think i'll let it slide this one time." You blushed, again, when you understood what he meant.

He was amazing though - that was the truth.

"You were in L.A. for the majority of quarantine, am I right to say?" You already knew the answer but your manager had just wanted confirmation.

"Yeah, but L.A. feels like holiday, whereas London feels like home." He answered, which you appreciated. He hasn't got lost in the way that Hollywood could let people. He'd stayed grounded.

"So what did you entertain yourself with during quarantine?" You asked curiously, slightly side-tracking from your pre-written questions - just because you were intrigued (nosey).

"Not much, not to be boring. I ate a lot of bread. I worked out pretty much every day. I wrote quite a bit actually." He used his fingers to pinch his bottom lip, something you'd noticed he did in interviews.

"Does that mean a new album on the way?" Your inner fangirl was screaming at the thought of HS3.

"Can neither confirm nor deny." Harry smirked to himself, like the cheeky bugger he is.

"That's a yes then." You joked, pretending to write it down in your notes.

"You're impossible, you." Harry laughed and shook his head. It made you feel all funny the way you could make him smile like that. You were the source of his happiness for just that moment, and that was enough to make you feel happy for a lifetime - not that he felt the same.

"Next question," you stated, moving swiftly on because you knew you had limited time, "How's your experience with Vogue been so far?"

"Wonderful. Everyone has been so welcoming and that makes it so much easier for me to have fun. It's daunting going at things alone, but i'm getting slowly used to it now." Harry sniffled a little, probably due to the freezing cold weather here.

"Must be strange, not having four best friends around you, all the time, anymore." You stated rather than asked him, sure that he was missing his bandmates. I mean, you were - so he definitely would be.

"Brothers." Harry replied, making you look up at him confused.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, giving him your full attention.

"You said four best friends. Well, actually they're my brothers." His words actually caused a rift in your heart. You could feel it being pulled apart and torn in to two. If you wrote this in to the magazine the fans would have a worldwide passing-away-party.

"Harry." You said softly, slightly tearing up at his words. "God, I swear i'm not normally this emotional." You chest your throat and try to establish your dignity - however there wasn't that much left anymore.

"Oh shut up." Harry looked away obviously trying to hide the fact that he was tearing up too. You laughed at him but didn't draw any more attention to it than you guessed he would've wanted.

"They mean a lot to you then?" You asked, hopefully not treading on any unwanted territories.

"Much more than a lot, yeah." Harry nodded his head, turning it back to face you. He could tell this conversation was now off-the-record because of your closed notebook, your undivided attention towards him and the fact you’d turned off the recording device. He liked being able to look at you, rather than the top of your head. He swore you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"You still see them often?"

"Not as often as i'd like. Niall did come around the other week to drop off some old guitars he didn't want anymore, and then we ended up playing around with some music for a bit." He admitted, which stitched your heart back together.

"So does that mean a Narry collab?" You teased, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

"Narry? You so are a directioner." He laughed along with you.

"And you just avoided my question, therefore there is a song out there written only by you and Niall." You concluded, which shut him up.

This conversation was going a lot better than expected. Certainly a lot better than earlier. You will be permanently scarred by the way you spoke to him and handled his belongings. It was going to haunt you forever - and yet he'd forget about it by tomorrow. Or maybe he wouldn't, which is why you felt the need to apologise.

"Harry?" You asked, clearly indicating this was still a conversation away from the interview.

"Yes Y/N?" He watched you intently, listening to your every word.

"I, um, just wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was just really nervous to meet you, and to be honest still am. I didn't mean to touch your stuff without your consent and I certainly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with any of my comments. So, i'm sorry. I can only imagine the awful, yet true, things you must think of me." You rambled really quickly, that you were uncertain whether Harry even caught one word of what you'd says.

"Do you know why I asked for you to interview me Y/N?" Harry asked, which wasn't the first thing you expected him to say after your apology.

"No. I...well Lisa told me it was because I can write well or something." You suggested, not wanting to sound egotistical.

"I mean you do write perfectly, but no." You were intrigued now. "I asked for you because I, and this is not for your magazine, have a secret - but not-so-secret - crush on you." This time it was Harrys turn to blush.

"Harry... you don't have to say that to—"

"I'm not saying it for anything. I sincerely think you are the most delightful, most prettiest, most fucking sweetest person i've ever met." Harry exclaimed, which you were taken aback by. Never, ever, did you think that Harry Styles would proclaim his likeness towards you. Ever.

"Harry don't mess with me, please." You shyly spoke, tilting your head down in disbelief that the Harry Styles was smitten about you.

He shuffled along the bench, stopping a little way from you but close enough to reach out for you. Your heartbeat increased when you noticed his hand move closer towards you. It didn't stop till he reached your face. He took his time, courteously, pushing your hair behind your ear before removing you of your glasses. He held the right-eye frame and slowly pulled the glasses off your face.

Once he'd successfully taken them off he folded them up and placed them alongside your closed notebook.

"Can see those pretty eyes now." He whispered quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"Don't lie. They're so dull." You mumbled, lifting your head up slightly. His face was still away from you.

"Not to me they're not." He retaliated, looking deep into your eyes as you did his. "I hate this corona virus."

"Why?" His words were so out of the blue sometimes, it gave you whiplash.

"Because I can't be as near to you as I want to be." Harry told you. And yeah, you hated corona too. It was getting a little laborious now.

"Smooth, Styles." You chuckled. You wondered how many new and weird pick-up lines could be made from covid.

"I know." He winked, which honestly would have made you throw up if it were any other man on the planet. Somehow, though, Harry just made it seem attractive - along with every other thing that man ever did. "After this, would you like to come back to my house for a cuppa tea?" He asked sweetly, like a five year old asking whether you wanted to play together.

"Okay. Lisa was my ride though." You said more to yourself than anything else, debating on how you'd even get to Harrys. Uber? Taxi? Lisa? Walk?

"I'll drive us, it's fine. I have to drop Gem off, but i'd be more than happy to chauffeur you." Harry kindly offered, to which you were internally screaming about. You were literally, and metaphorically, having a field-day with all this Harry content and interview.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden." You question politely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries - especially in these covid infested times.

"Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise." He protested, waving his hand at if to say it was no bother. You were already trying to work out, in your head, how much petrol money you were going to owe him.

"Then i'd be honoured to have a brew with you Harry." You giggled at how cringe you were being, even if this was just your normal self speaking.

"Great." Harry genuinely smiled, teeth and all. "My shoot should take a couple of hours, but feel free to continue to write and journal. I'm looking forward to reading this particular article." He winked at you before standing up.

"Wonder why?" You sarcastically asked, knowing full-well it was due to his exposure of his own feelings towards you. Even though you'd never says anything back you were quite in agreement on how you felt about him, like he did you. He would be a narcissist to say he knew you liked him the same, out loud, but he knew. And you knew that he knew.

"Wonder why indeed." He gave you one last smile before he'd disappeared for the rest of the afternoon, leaving you to digest and relive the past half an hour or so.

Being Harry Styles' crush was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

••••

After Harry had finished up his shoot he was quick to come find you again.

You'd watched parts of his shoot and he looked magnificent. There wasn't a good enough word to describe how amazing he looked. Harry, his stylist, was probably the best stylist out there. His fashion choices were unmatched and you wanted him to be yours. You were not rich enough nor fashionable enough, ironic for working in a a fashion company, to hire a stylist, but you would if you could.

You were so proud to see what he was achieving now as the person that he was. Harry was just being Harry, without the devilish control of shitty managements or ridiculous amounts of PR stunts. Harry was more free than ever, and it definitely showed just how much he was enjoying it.

You were certain that this Vogue magazine would break the internet - his fans were good at doing that. This could be a turning point for many people, with their outdated and ignorant views. There was no room for people with racist or homophobic or transphobic or xenophobic - and the list does go on - views anymore.

You were waiting by the front door of the barn, to catch Harry as he walked past. You caught sight of him in a white robe, presumably to get changed back into his everyday clothes. He looked really pretty in the robe - very domestic actually.

Today had been a good day.

Harry asked you to send over the more specific Vogue questions to him via email, so he could devote more time in to answering them in a lot more depth. You thought he meant you'd be sending them to some PA in his team, but you were shocked to understand he'd given you his personal email.

People were walking back to their cars and packing away the filming kit. You saw Lisa and the director talking to one another, no doubt discussing some in-work gossip.

"You ready?" Harrys voice reminded you that you'd been waiting for him. You looked to see he was back in the same clothes as this morning, only this time without his coat.

"Here?" You offered, having him over the coat once again but he declined.

"Looks better on you anyways." He winked at you, before walking through the car park and to his car. You were very surprised when you found out Harry was the one to own the green Jaguar. You assumed all celebrities drove the Range Rover, but no. The vintage car added to Harrys immaculate vibe and just made him that little bit more hot.

Harry properly introduced you to Gemma, who was equally as lovely as Harry. They were both amazing people and they were crazily alike. From the way they looked, down to the way they phrased their words, they were mistakingly twins. Gemma explained how Anne, their mum, didn't know they were doing this photoshoot and that it was going to be a surprise, which you thought was so cute.

Gemma spilt a lot of gossip on Harry, to which he got very embarrassed over. You learnt that Harrys first word was Cat. You learnt that Harry is godfather to multiple children, which you found heartwarming. You learnt Harry used to be a baker - which was something he elaborated on for a good half an hour. Harry was just a fountain of memories and Gemma was the one sharing them all with you.

The drive back to London was relaxed. You sat in the back, listening to Harry and Gemma pointlessly argue whilst an Arctic Monkeys album played in the background. You forgot that people like Harry drove, and listened to music, just like other regular people. You often misplaced celebrities in society, thinking they had everything done for them but in reality that (often) wasn't the case - at least not for Harry.

Gemma was dropped off quickly before Harry drove to his. It was no surprise that the Styles siblings didn't live too far away from each other. Harrys house was beautiful. Bigger than anything you could ever dream of buying. It was a palace compared to your cupboard-sized house. You were unbelievably jealous. He gave you the tour of the house, showing you where the toilets were, and even his panic room if necessary.

You migrated to the kitchen for a bit, talking about anything and everything. Getting to know the minuscule pieces of information that no-one else was trusted with, made you feel special. Harry made you feel special - even if he weren't meaning to.

Every moment held a spark. Every touch set off a firework. Every laugh was an electric burst. He made you feel so alive.

"We can go to the living room after this has boiled." Harry said, pointing towards the streaming kettle. He wanted to show off his fancy tea collection he had, and let you have a try if you wanted to. Harry was boring and chose the basic green tea, but, after much deliberation, you chose the cranberry green tea. It intrigued you and it sounded delicious.

"Why the extensive tea collection?" Not even you, a certified caffeine addict, had this much tea in your house. Coffee was a different story and one in which you didn't want to talk about.

"They help me with my meditation." He took the teabags and placed them in his glass mugs. They had a delicate Gucci stamp on them, and you just imagined that they probably worth the same amount as your daily salary.

"You meditate?" You were slightly surprised that he did.

"I try to yeah." Harry nodded, focusing on pouring in the boiling water into the mugs. "I've got very tight hamstrings and so it helps if I meditate twice a day."

Harry finished making the tea, in the light-filled kitchen, before showing you around to the open-lounge area. Everything was modern and chic. It was exactly how you imagined it, but better. The open, red-brick, wall was a beautiful feature and one that you were a whore for! It reminded you of New York and the memories you'd made there one summer.

The sofa was a beautiful velvet, green, sofa. It was soft and gentle, a lot like Harry when you thought about it. The whole house was an architectural masterpiece and you'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous. You sat on one end and Harry went to go and sit on the other end.

"I don't bite you know?" You joked, self-consciously wondering whether he didn't want to be sat near you.

"I know, I just don't want to step on any of your covid boundaries - which is perfectly fine by the way." He added, apprehensively taking the spot next to you.

"No, not at all." You ushered him to sit next to you, as you took a sip from your steaming hot cup of fruity tea. "If I smell though, do tell me!"

"Yeah, you smell bloody awful!" Harry sarcastically remarked, but laughing afterwards to assure you he was joking. The atmosphere went quiet for a minute, only the sounds of passing cars and deep breaths being heard.

"Y/N can I ask you something?" Harry turned the tone of the conversation. It sounded like he wanted to be more serious than you two were being beforehand.

"Anything." You encouraged him to continue. You placed the cup of tea down on the table, deciding it was too hot to drink right now, and gave him your full attention.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Harry questioned. You didn't think you'd be having a conversation this intense - especially if you had different opinions - on your first day of knowing each other, but here you were.

"I believe you can love someone at first sight. I don't believe you can be in love with someone at first sight. Why?" You were curious as to how his brain had journeyed to this particular topic. You'd never really had this conversation with anyone before, mainly because you were unaware of the true power, and meaning, of love.

"It uh... It doesn't matter." Harry shook his head and you could tell by his body language that he was shutting you out. Maybe you'd made him uncomfortable.

"Sorry I didn't mean to—"

"No, no. Please don't apologise. It's just - I like you a lot more than you may think." Harry shyly told you, which made you all soft inside. He was being vulnerable and that was something you admired in a partner. You didn't just need love, affection and trust in a relationship. No. You needed vulnerability and heartbreak too, and Harry was revealing that part of him to you.

"I like you a lot more than you think too." You repeated, not because you felt bad for him but because you truly did like him a whole lot. Love was a weird yet wonderful thing, and if you were to hazard a guess you'd say you loved Harry.

You couldn't wait to be in love with him.

"Does that mean I get to crown you my girlfriend?" Harry excitedly asked. Harry happy was something that should be made a constant, and you were more than happy to be in control of that.

"At least take me out first." You bargained, wishing for nothing more than to go on a date with Harry. Where you'd go, you had no idea. Everything was closed right now and there was still the chance of becoming sick with corona, but no doubt Harry would think of something not only clever, but special.

Of course you'd love to be Harrys girlfriend. However, you wanted one more, official, opportunity to really get to know him - unprofessionally. You wanted to make sure that you knew, and he knew, that you wanted to be with him because he was the charming Harry you've come to love, not because he was Harry Styles.

"So you're allowing me to take you on a date?" Harry smirked like a little child, your heart fluttering at how excited he was to be able to treat you to dinner.

"Yes, Harry. Yes I am." You answered sweetly, offering him the cutest smile you could.

You can't believe what a turn of events today has been. You've gone from nearly writing yourself on Harrys enemy list to writing yourself on to his 'people he's dated' list. Who knows what the future would offer you. At the start of the day you had wished this whole day to end and for the ground to just swallow you up, now you never wanted it to end. It was too perfect to be true and yet it was.

Harry was the most wonderful human to exist and you were beyond surprised to be the one to catch his attention. You didn't understand why you were so special, but it was nice to feel like this for a change. It was nice to feel wanted.

••••

A few months later and you were officially Harrys girlfriend.

It had been such a crazy few months. Harry religiously took you out on dates every week. Whether it be to grab a hotdog at a local diner, a coffee from a quaint cafe, a walk in Hyde Park or a late-night drive around London - which normally ended up with you falling asleep before you could make it back to yours. On sleepless jet-lagged nights he'll still drive through London's quiet streets, seeing neighborhoods in a new way, just as an excuse to spend time with you.

Harry often stayed over at yours. Even though you looked like you lived in a shoebox compared to Harry, he liked it. He liked the subtly and normality of it all. He wanted your life to remain as normal as possible and, apart from the occasional paparazzi incident, it did. You never had anything to complain about. Of course the online bullying created emotional wounds, at the start of your relationship, but it was nothing that Harry couldn't repair with a bit of love.

Lisa has nominated herself to be maid-of-honour when the day comes - if the day comes. Harry has already pinky sworn that you are it for him. The one, as some may say. You were utterly flattered, but you certainly unsure of what the future help for you both.

You loved Harry, you do love Harry and you will forever always love Harry.

It was ridiculous to think that all this stemmed from you working at Vogue. From you studying English Literature in a city away from London. From you dedicating you extra hours gaining work experience and money to be able get in and afford university. So many moments in life have you stopped and said 'i wish i hadn't have done that', but now you were convinced that they were the best things to have happened to you - because they lead you, all, to Harry.

And, being Harry Styles girlfriend was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

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In which mafia!bucky had a hard day and you know just the thing to help.

mafia!bucky is here!! ahh!! i’m so obsessed with the mafia!bucky concept, i think it fits his character so well. smut, bucky having a hard day (and penis) and you being an absolute sweetheart! happy reading, loves <3

James buchanan barnes is having a hard day.

He’s having a hard day without you. You both met in high school when james, known to you as bucky, was just starting out and taking over his fathers ‘business’. You started off as the best of friends, but everyone knew that you were buckys, and buckys was yours. What you knew of the barnes family business, was that it was a restaurant and the oldest child in the family would take over. What you didn’t know until you and bucky started dating was that it was all a front. The restaurant is real, people in the family are employed as chefs and waiters. But bucky isn’t just the boss of the restaurant, he’s all the boss of a gang. The biggest gang in brooklyn.

Of course you were shocked, you had met just about every person in buckys family and none of them gave you a bad vibe. Looking back, you probably should’ve noticed. It was a shock, it did take you a couple of weeks to digest and get over. But you understood why bucky couldn’t tell you. Maybe you were too naive, but you loved bucky, and you were going to let him go over this. He was trained for this and you know he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You trust him with your life.

From then, you’ve both been inseparable. Everyone knew that you would be married in couple years, so you knowing about the family business didn’t bother them. And buckys parents had known you since you were a little girl, they trust you just as much as you trust them.

Bucky was in a meeting with his right hand man, steve rodgers. They had met a couple years back on a job and had basically been brothers ever since. Steve was in the business with his dad, but he wasn’t too interested in the drugs side of things. He liked business, he liked numbers and helping out, so when bucky found out he wanted out of his dads gang, he immediately offered him a job as manger of the restaurant. Steve would still have to take care of some seriously, illegal shit, but it was better than what he used to be doing.

The meeting was on opening another restaurant in another state, but bucky wasn’t too sold on the idea. Not only did he grow up here, you grew up here too. If he was moving locations, he’d have to move everything. And the only normalcy you have is your family.

And there’s way too many memories here. Bucky likes how close the two families are, and moving to a new state and having to start from scratch would make the restaurant lose its momentum.

Bucky and Steve both looked at each other, knowing the answer was no. But they had to sit in on the meeting as bucky didn’t want to start anything.

Although these men have a lot of respect for the brooklyn gang, they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

So bucky will sit here all day if it means both him and steve can leave alive and in one piece.

Buckys phone went off with a small ding, the other men didn’t seem to nice - even if they did, bucky still would’ve checked it. It was a text from you, he softly smiled seeing your name pop up on his screen. God, it had only been three hours but he missed you so much. You’re both each other’s soulmates, that’s what everyone says when they meet or see you both. Can’t keep your hands off each other, know everything about one and another, it’s a fresh of breath air for your side of the family as everyone you know is divorced or separated.

angel; missing you 🥺.

That simple text made bucky want to get up and leave the office and go back home to you. You both live in an apartment, just 15 minutes away from the restaurant and 20 minutes away from both of your parents. Your mother wouldn’t have it any other way. But even with a short 15 minute drive home, bucky would still get a ticket. He just can’t go long without seeing his baby. Usually you drop into the restaurant before and after work, there’s some new members, wives and husbands. You like to make them comfortable, like other people in the family treated you. You know how overwhelming everything can be, so you want everyone to know you’re there and ready to listen. And bucky likes having you around in the restaurants and offices. He likes having something nice to look at while working.

Steve hit his leg, making bucky clear his throat. The men had stopped talking and were waiting on answer. Bucky leaned back in his chair, dropping his phone back on the table.

“Steve and I will get back to on this. Great presentation fellas” Bucky said standing shaking their hands. Steve shook their hands too, just as eager as bucky to get out of this god for saken office and home to his partner.

They quickly rushed out of the office, body guards following them as they walked to the car. The drivers were in there already, bucky sighed remembering he hadn’t told the drivers they wouldn’t be needed.

“Lance, you can drive yourself home in the porsche. You’re not needed for the rest of the day” Bucky said waving him off and throwing the keys and the driver, lance. Lance nearly choked on air, but didn’t hesitate quickly walking off to the porsche.

Steve chuckled to himself getting in his car. “See you tomorrow, buck” Steve said waving as he drove off in his car.

Finally, peace and quiet. This day had been so hard and hectic. A busy day, was not unusual but usually bucky could handle it. Maybe everything was finally catching up with him. This morning started off great, morning sex and breakfast in bed. Then the phone rang and before you knew it bucky was out of the bed dressed and out the door. Traffic was exceptionally bad and he had ran out of gas just 10 minutes into the drive. So bucky got gas and had to stand outside as there was huge line coming out of the gas station, he didn’t know why and he was not going to ask. It’s started to pour rain so when he got into the office he was soaked and had to change. Then that boring, presentation had begun.

Bucky could feel the headache coming on already.

It was like you could sense bucky was having a hard day. You ordered some chinese and opened up a bottle of wine for dinner, then you opened up your victoria’s secret bag. You had bought this when you were out with one of your friends from work, wanda. She had recently just had twins, and needed to get out and have a girls day. You had offered to go out as you needed some new bits, so you made a day out of it. Went for lunch and shopped till you dropped. You had bought some lingerie, red buckys favourite colour on you. It was lacy and tight in just the right places. You felt amazing in it, so you thought today would be the best day to break it out and surprise your husband.

The drive home was the worst. The music was bad, buckys phone had died and the rain was really pouring down again. He needed you so badly.

Bucky just needed a taste of you and he’d been all good again.

You showered, shaved and did all the bits you wanted and needed to do. After putting the lingerie on, you changed into a black dress and then got the plates out for the chinese. It hadn’t arrived yet, but you didn’t want to be rushing around when know bucky is properly very hungry and tired.

Bucky was home soon enough and almost whimpered at the sight of the apartment complex. He parked in the garage, and ran to the elevator putting in the number to the floor of your shared apartment.

“Baby, i’m home” Bucky called out after opening up the front door. He could smell the take out and his stomach grumbled at the most devine smell. His favourite. He married the right woman. You always knew how to cheer him up.

He walked into the kitchen, putting his keys, phone and wallet on the counter. The dinner table was all done up, candles, special plates the whole nine. He grinned as heard you running down the hall. He looked over towards the kitchen door and there you were, his honey. You stood tall, in red heels and a short tight black dress that made your curves shine. Fuck, you looked so good. Bucky wanted to push everything off the table and fuck you right then and there. Bucky brought a hand to cover his mouth as he looked you up and down. You blushed and giggled placing you hands on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful” Bucky said, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips. Bucky couldn’t get over you. Everything about you is beautiful, gorgeous even. He got so lucky. Gorgeous, smart, kind.

“James” You whined as he kissed down your lips. “Want to eat first, ok?” You said and bucky nodded with a smirk.

“Wanted to eat too” He murmured kissing behind your ear. You laughed pushing him away, and walking over to your seat at the dinner table. “Eat. Then we can do whatever you want” You said biting your lip and bucky sighed fixing himself, you were teasing. He kind of liked it though.

“How was your day?” You asked picking up your fork. Bucky sighed placing some food in his mouth.

“Better now i’m with you”

Dinner was slow, but good. Just what bucky needed, you, some food and a nice chat. But by the end of it he was getting antsy. He needed you, no he needed to be in you. You could tell because he was giving you those eyes. You smirked and brought the dishes over to the sink and placed them in there getting ready to clean up, bucky jumped out his seat and stood behind you, his hands on your hips and his boner pressing into you. You whimpered as buckys cheek made contact with the top of your head.

“Thought we could do whatever i wanted?” He asked, and you nodded turning around. “I did say that, didn’t i?” You said, your hands running up and down his chest.

“Well, i want you down on your knees. Naked”

You raised an eyebrow, before unbuttoning your dress, keeping eye contact with bucky. Bucky stepped back, watching the dress fall to the ground. His eyes widened as he saw the lingerie, your breasts pushed together and your curves extenuated. You’re so perfect, so beautiful. You blushed as buckys eyes ran over you, he bit his lip and placed a hand on your cheek softly caressing it. He didn’t speak, but you knew. You took off your heels and got to the ground, kneeling down. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants quickly, seeing the outline of his boner.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful” Bucky muttered taking you hair into his hand, and putting it into a make shift pony tail.

Bucky looks down at you and moans at the sight, gripping your hair tighter as you grip the base of his cock. A throat moan escapes him as you wrap your hand around his member.

“Want my mouth?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “Please, baby. Need it so bad” He whimpered, pulling at your hair. You smiled, leaning in and placing your lips over the tip of his cock. Bucky moaned loudly, pushing into your mouth and gripping your hair tighter. He tasted so good and you never wanted to stop making him feel good. You grip his hips as bucky pushes more of his cock into your mouth, you moan as you feel him in the back of your throat. Your moan sends vibrations through buckys body, he moans in pleasure.

Bucky is a complete and utter mess looking down at you. You looked up, your eyes wide and full of tears as bucky fucked your mouth with no mercy.

You grip the base of his cock, knowing how that gets bucky worked up. Bucky pulled at your hair making you choke on his cock. If you needed to stop, you would tap his thigh twice, but you would never. His cock felt too good in your mouth.

“So good to me” He whimpered, making you speed your pace up a little more, edging him closer to his climax. This might be the quickest he’s ever cum. Your mouth is a like a gift from god, you could definitely say the same thing about his cock that’s for sure.

Buckys moans get louder and his pace gets slower and sloppier. You know he’s getting very close. You make eye contact with him one more time and that’s when he loses it, he wants to pull out and cum all over your face, but you grip his penis hard swallowing every last bit of his cum.

“Fuck me” He moaned his head rolling back. You licked your lips and kissed up his torso pecking his lips.

“My turn!”

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The Other Woman {Ward Cameron}

Author's Notes: Ward has a mistress - but part of me also feels like Rose was the mistress at another point in his life. I have a feeling this story is very niche, but I wanted to write it. So..here we go. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

Warnings: Cheating, obviously. Character is very much of age - I'm thinking mid 30s.. Drinking, Sexual tension - sexual references/innuendos

Requested? Nope, kinda think this is just for me.. Requests for OBX are open.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

His house was quiet, and that wasn't very common. For a man with three children - all within their teen years- it wasn't often that he had his grandiose home to himself.

Ward Cameron sat at his large, well polished desk and looked out the bay windows at the expansive property he had worked so hard for. He reached into the crystal vase upon the desk and pulled out a cigar, running his fingertips over it as he thought about the time he had to himself.

He placed the cigar delicately back on the desk and then reached for his cell phone. He opened up his contacts and scrolled through to find her name, then hit the dial button.

The phone rang, rang and rang. She liked to make him wait despite the way he had told her, many times, he didn't like to be kept waiting. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the wood of his desk as he approached the sixth ring, her voicemail about to pick up.

"Hi." Her voice sang on the other end of the voice, out of breath.

"Where were you?" Ward asked gruffly as he placed his cigar back in the crystal vase. He wasn't ready for it just yet.

"I just got finished working out, Ward." She breathed out.

"Yoga or Pilates today?" Ward inquired, his voice low.

"Treadmill. I'm sweaty and disgusting." She replied, that cocky smile and eyebrow raise beyond evident.

"Good. Don't change. I'll be over in 15 minutes." Ward stated as he stood up from his executive seat, and reached for his keys at the edge of his desk. He hung up the phone and made his way quickly from his office at the corner of the house and out to his vehicle, still warm from the setting sun.

He made it to her home in record time. The small house that could fit inside Tannyhill almost three times over sat between The Cut and Figure Eight - No Man's Land - as his wife kindly called it. There wasn't a lot around, not even other houses, but he knew that's why she liked it.

Ward parked his car, his shiny black SUV a sore thumb in front of her home. He clicked the lock button on his fob twice, to be sure, then made his way towards the front door.

"A 7p.m booty call? Man, you are old." She smiled as she opened her front door, and leaned against the frame to watch him as he made his way up the steps of her porch.

"Well, some of us don't have the luxury of living alone. Do we?" Ward asked as he ascended the stairs and made his way over to her, slow but with intention.

"Where is our friend Rose tonight?" She questioned as she pushed her body of the door frame to stand in front of him, her eyes scanning his body. So perfectly dressed for every occasion.

"At a meeting for the Women of Outer Banks Ladies Who Lunch Event." Ward grinned, his hands in his pocket.

"That's disgusting." She grimaced as she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Ladies need lunch." Ward replied with a shrug while he removed his hands from his pockets to place them on her hips.

"I wouldn't know. I don't get invited to those types of events." She replied as she placed her hands on his shoulders, then slid her hands down to his chest.

"Yeah. Well, you don't want to be around those women anyways." Ward mumbled , his eyes looking just passed her and into the small home.

"Come inside, Ward. I'll make you a drink. Something fun. You've been drinking straight from the bottle for too long." She smiled as she removed her hands from his chest to take his hand and pull him inside.

Ward let the woman lead him inside her home, his eyes all over the objects inside as he familiarized himself with everything once more. He closed the door gently behind him then made his way up behind her as she looked over her small collection of bottles on a small bar cart.

"I always keep just a tiny bottle of scotch here for you, even though it's disgusting. I think you should have something fun, with lime or something. But it's your choice." She stated as her back was to him, the bottles clanking together as she read the labels.

Ward closed the distance between them, his chest pressed to her back as he stood directly behind her. He took hold of her waist and turned her around. A small smile passed his thin lips as she gasped at his firm touch. His rough fingertips smoothed over the curves of her body, catching on the material of her clothes.

"You're not that sweaty." Ward mumbled as his hands reached beneath the waistband of her shorts to gently touch her skin.

"It took you forever to get here." She quipped with a smirk, a small shiver running down her spine at the feel of his hands on her.

Ward chuckled at his lover's impatience. The drive from Tannyhill to No Man's Land was less than 15 minutes, 10 with the way he drove. He rolled the waistband of her tight workout pants down, showing off her hips. He pressed his forehead to hers and let her unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt.

"How do you feel about going for a ride on the boat next weekend?" Ward asked as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face, his hands firmly on the sides of her ass.

"You want to take me out on your yacht?" She questioned as she pulled back to look up him, a smile crossing his face.

"I wouldn't call it a yacht, but yes." Ward grinned, a hand removed from her backside to reach up and push a piece of hair behind her ear.

"What about -"

"Rose and the girls will be out of town for some sort of bonding trip. And Rafe will be, well. I don't know where Rafe goes, but he won't have the boat." Ward replied with a soft sigh as he placed his hand on the side of her neck.

"You know, you're too hard on him. You were a 19 year old boy at one point your life, too." She stated as her fingers continued their trail down his shirt, undoing his buttons.

"Well, when I was 19 years old I was working three jobs and paying my own way through school. Not asking for handouts on top of allowances. He and I, we're different." Ward sighed as he removed his hands from his lover, slowly backing away from her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up. I know that he's kind of an issue for you right now." She replied, as she ran her hands over her face.

As Ward opened his mouth to reply, he touched his pocket, a deep sigh rumbling in his chest. He pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

"Hello, sweetheart." Ward greeted, pasting on a beaming smile despite how his eyes looked so sad over at his lover.

"I'm just at the office finishing up a few contracts. Do you need me now?" He asked as he placed his other hand in his pocket, pacing the small living room.

"Okay. I'll be there in about 20 minutes, meet me in our usual pick up spot. Love you too, Wheezie." Ward ended the conversation with his youngest, then placed the phone back in his pocket with another heavy sigh.

He looked across the room at her again, his eyes apologetic. He took the few steps over to her and wrapped her in his arms again, placing a small kiss to the top of her head.

"I have to go." Ward mumbled as he pulled her close.

"It's okay. Guess I'll just shower without you." She replied, a small smile on her face as she pressed a kiss to his chest.

"I suppose so. But next weekend I'll be here early in the morning to pick you up to take you out on the water, okay? I promise." Ward stated, a smile of his own crossing his lips.

"Whatever you say, Ward." She shrugged as she placed her hands on his sides, under his unbuttoned shirt to keep him close.

Ward leaned down to press his lips to hers, the whiskers of his beard tickling to soft skin of her face. As quickly as his lips were there, he pulled away. He took his hands off of her to begin buttoning up his shirt once more. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and slowly made his way towards her front door again, his fingertips touching his lips before he turned back to her.

"9am. Saturday. I will be here and I expect you to be out front waiting for me." Ward stated firmly, a small smile on his bearded face.

"Yes, sir." She replied as she brought her hand to her head for a salute.

Ward pointed a finger at her with warning before he tossed her a wink and walked out the front door towards his car, which he was always surprised was still there. He got in the car and drove off of No Man's Land, his hopes alive for the chance to come back on Saturday to take her for a ride on his boat.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - perhaps a sequel for a boat ride, if there's interest? Thank you!! xoxo

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devilyn · 3 years

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drunken honesty | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: us by keshi.

maybe we’ve been

a little too guarded

from things that have hurt us

a bit more than we thought

— synopsis: drinking always made you more honest, which is how you ended up calling someone you shouldn’t have in the bathroom in the middle of a house party.

— genre: angst, happy ending (yay)

— word count: 1.9k

“Did you drink again?”

You wanted to lie to him. But you knew he would find you out right away no matter what. So you laughed weakly, the bass pounding against the bathroom door as if trying to force its way into your inebriated brain.

“You went to another party, and just expected me to pick you up after you got drunk again?”

His straightforward tone was always so cruel. It was one of the many reasons the two of you ended up breaking up. Even now, through the drunken haze that the many alcoholic drinks put onto your consciousness, he knew just how to hurt your feelings.

“I’m sorry, Kei,” you croaked out.

“You say that everytime,” he spit out like venom, as if the words hurt him too. “When will you learn to stop all of this?”

You bit back tears. The beat-up soles of your sneakers pressed firmly against the sticky bathroom floor as if they were the only thing keeping you grounded. You forgot why you called him in the first place. You couldn’t even remember why you had ended up at this party. It must’ve been Kuroo who dragged you along again, claiming that you needed to stop moping in your bedroom all the time. When in reality, he probably knew of your terrible drunken habit that was calling your ex-boyfriend.

“Drunk calling me isn’t going to get my attention the way you want it to,” he continued, your silence not stopping him. He was frustrated, you could hear it in his voice. “And it’s sure as hell not going to get us back together.”

“Come pick me up, Kei,” you finally pleaded. “I wanna go home.”

You heard him curse a few times, then the sound of his chair skidding back against the hardwood floor, and then keys jingling.

“You’re a fucking nuisance,” he grumbled, and despite the sting in your heart, you smiled.

“I love you,” you whispered, and you could picture him furrowing his brows and pushing his glasses back up against the bridge of his nose.

“I love you,” you repeated.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, so you better be outside or I’m leaving without you.”

“Bye.”

The sound of him hanging up beeped through your handphone, and you closed your eyes.

“I love you,” you murmured again to a man who could no longer hear you.

Maybe, deep down, this was your plan. You could only be honest with him when you were drunk, which is why you ultimately agreed to Kuroo’s invitation. In reality, you could’ve asked Kuroo to get you a ride back to your dorm building, but you unconsciously called Tsukishima instead. It’s not like Kuroo didn’t know that either. That must’ve been why he poured you so many shots even before the party started.

You jumped as the pounding on the door grew louder. Only then, did you realize it wasn’t the music, but another party patron who was begging to be let in or else they’d pee their pants. Quickly, you fumbled with the door handle and wrenched it open. Sheepishly, you smiled at the group of girls who forced their way past you into the tiny bathroom.

In less than 10 minutes, you managed to track down Kuroo and yell over the loud music that your ex would be picking you up. If you weren’t drunk, you might have noticed the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but instead, you gave him a tight hug and bid your close friend goodbye.

This meant you only had to wait 5 minutes in the freezing cold for Tsukki to arrive. You stumbled over your feet a bit as you squat down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk, but ultimately managed to accomplish your goal safely.

Your breath came out in white smoke, and despite how cold it must’ve been, you couldn’t feel it over the heat that alcohol always brought to your skin. Your vision blurred, and you closed your eyes to force back the tears pricking at your eyelids.

Just a few years back, you had asked Tsukki out in this same cold. It took you three days to process the fact that he had accepted your confession, and that the two of you were then going out. Aside from the occasional teasing from his volleyball teammates, things were smooth sailing. Tsukki was a surprisingly sweet boyfriend behind his tough exterior, though he never let up on the brutally honest side of him that made him who he was. You never minded it--it was a part of him, after all.

When did it all go wrong? Did university truly pull you two apart like everyone said it would? You had hoped that his friends would be right when they said you two would make it--that your relationship was strong enough to survive anything. But all it really took was a few glares, one or two missed dates, and a couple sharp insults under his breath, and you gave in.

It didn’t mean you loved him any less. But there were nights after the break up where you’d lay down and stare up at your ceiling, wondering why you gave so much of yourself to someone who, towards the end, never seemed to give you the same amount back.

“What? Now you’re going to catch a cold and call me over too?”

His voice used to be warm when addressing you, but was now as cold as it was to those he thought were a bother. It made sense. You were merely a bother to him now, after all.

“Kei,” you murmured, eyes still closed as he tossed what you assumed to be a jacket into your lap. “Why did you never let me in?”

A question you always wanted to ask him, but never had the courage to until you were drunk enough. The inquiry silenced him. It seemed he couldn’t even come up with an insulting jab in response to that. Instead, he grabbed your arm to pull you up off of the cold concrete, forcing the jacket around your trembling shoulders.

“I did,” he answered simply, and you could almost feel his sharp eyes narrow as you snorted. “I let you into my apartment multiple times.”

“You’re really cute when you act stupid,” you giggled, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. “Let’s stop playing around. Do you know why I broke up with you?”

“I never asked,” he responded snarkily under his breath, his hands steadying your form to make sure you didn’t trip over your own feet. You absentmindedly watched him pull the passenger side door open and help you inside the warm vehicle.

“It felt like you didn’t love me,” you told him anyway. “And you didn’t say anything when I suggested we break up, so I thought it was what you must’ve been waiting for all along.”

He was silent. With a sigh, he buckled your seatbelt before slamming the door shut and making his way over to the driver’s side.

“I realized, you know. That you never told me you loved me. Not once,” you continued when he was settled into his seat, the door closed behind him. His phone was hooked up to the car stereo, playing music quietly. But you knew he could hear you, even if some of your words were slurred. “I knew that you showed it in different ways. Like how you never missed my birthday even if I never brought it up, and how you’d ask us to eat together because you knew around what time of the day I’d get hungry.”

You turned to look at your ex, the tears finally streaming down your cheeks. He had his gaze focused on the road in front of him, hands clenched around the wheel despite having not released the parking break yet.

“But what am I supposed to do, Kei? What am I supposed to do when I don’t see those signs anymore?”

Were you still drunk? You didn’t know anymore. Maybe your body was forcing you to still be drunk so you could continue honestly telling him your thoughts. In reality, you suddenly felt very sober, especially as the sorrow built up in your throat.

"You just stopped one day. Stopped texting me what I wanted to eat for dinner, stopped remembering dates, stopped helping me study for exams," your voice trembled. "And you started ignoring me or genuinely insulting me."

You placed the heel of your palms against your eyes in an attempt to stop your tears.

“I love you so much,” you breathed out between soft cries. “So what am I supposed to do when you don’t feel the same?”

Tsukki was silent as he put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb. His eyes never left the road, though you could see on his face that he was troubled.

You slid further down into your seat as if trying to make yourself seem as small as possible. You placed a palm over your mouth to hide your sobs, closing your eyes again, as if that would stop your endless crying.

Fifteen minutes must’ve passed. He had waited for you to stop crying before he spoke.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the sound barely audible over the softly playing music.

You didn’t respond, burying yourself into his jacket.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated. “For how I acted. For making you think I didn’t love you. For everything.”

His voice cracked as he spoke, and you could hear him curse quietly again, as if angry at himself for showing weakness.

“You know me,” his voice continued to quiver, “I’m a prideful prick. I never wanted to look weak in front of you, so I shut you out when things started getting tough. Volleyball and school got to me when I was frustrated, and I ignored you because of it, when I should’ve just told you honestly. I let you break up with me because I didn’t want to beg for you to come back, even if that’s what I really wanted to do deep down. I took my anger out on you when you drunk called me, because I was upset you kept coming back to me even though you broke up with me.”

You rubbed at your wet cheeks as his hand came over to rest hesitantly on your thigh.

“I love you,” the car rolled to a stop in front of your dorm building. “And I’m sorry it took this long for me to say it.”

He finally turned to look at you, and you could feel yourself tearing up again. His brown eyes reflected your sorrow, and you fumbled to unbuckle your seatbelt so you could throw your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re so stupid,” you cried, “A stupid idiot. I hate you.”

“I think I deserve that,” he laughed weakly as your arms tightened around him, hugging yourself as close to him as you could despite the awkward positioning.

“Next time, can we please just talk to each other?” You buried your face into the crook of his neck as his arms came around you to rub gently at your back.

“Yeah,” his tone was warm again, and it melted away any inebriation that may have still been in your system. “Let’s do that. Without the alcohol this time."

He pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, gazing into your teary eyes and snickering when he spotted your pout.

“Should I take us back to my apartment? I think there’s a lot we should catch up on.”

Your pout twitched up into a smile you could no longer hold back. “Mm. Let’s go home.”

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