#she just is banking on people going to things where they need party clothes
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#fashion#reem acra#fall 2022#ready-to-wear#scopophobia /#favorite#she just is banking on people going to things where they need party clothes#the energy level of this lookbook is way too high for me rn
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you’re on your own kid
summary: rafe cameron has loved his best friend through every season, but through the seasons of their senior year things start to get complicated.
warning: she/her, smoking, alcohol, angst, fluff, kissing, cheating ???, drugs, mutual pining, (let me know if I missed any)
wc: 4.7k
an: HIII! I’m really excited for these taylor swift fics bc her songs give me so many ideas. This took a while for me to finish & idk if I like the ending or honestly if I like it at all. I promise seeking arrangements is next on my list to post <3 Hope you guys enjoy !!!
rafe's version masterlist - masterlist
I wait patiently
he’s gonna notice me
it’s okay we’re the best of friends
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summer
Of course when he walks in the party instantly feels like an actual party. It hadn’t been much of a party to her especially not with him around. These things got boring fast if he wasn’t by her side making her laugh and talking about anything and everything. Not having to worry about sleazy guys coming up to her or putting something in her drink because he always by her side. Always looking out.
Everybody loves him anyways. The way he carried himself charmed everyone, made them always want to have his attention. Sunglasses perched on his nose, even though it’s eleven at night, that big smile on his face. He’s bobbing his head to the music and greeting everyone, she can tell he’s in a good mood tonight. It puts her in a good mood, her fingers itching to greet him already.
When he finally reaches where she’s standing with a few of her friends he smiles even wider at her. Greeting everyone but always just looking at her. Moving to push his glasses up onto his head. She couldn’t help the smile that tuged at her lips as he side hugs her friends knowing that’s not what she’s going to get.
And she’s right, once he gets to her it’s all outstretched arms and gentle rocking as he hugs her tightly. She’s been away at her grandparents house in florida for the last week of summer. They had missed each other. Face times and text messages just didn’t feel like enough.
“You’re finally back,” He said once they pulled away.
She rolled her eyes playfully a teasing smile on her lips, “Were you counting down the days Cameron?”
He shrugged, “Maybe, I know you were.” That grin never leaving his lips.
“Now come on,” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders beginning to lead her to the kitchen of whoever’s house this was, “I need a drink and you need to tell me about Florida.”
“I already told you everything every day Rafe. Just sat out by the pool or on the beach,” She motioned towards her body, “got some new clothes.”
He raised his eyebrows eyeing her body, “Some very tiny clothes,” His eyes took in her mini skirt and tank top all the exposed skin doing something to him, “Any guys out there?” He didn’t look at her as he asked. Instead he grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracking it open with his back to her.
She scoffed, “Florida boys? No thanks.”
He turned around smirking, “So just North Carolina boys for you?”
There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite read. Every now and then he’d give it to her and her mind would spiral on what he could be thinking. She always hoped it was the same thing she was, “Mhmm only North Carolina boys.”
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I hear it in your voice
You're smoking with your boys
I touch my phone as if it's your face
I didn't choose this town
I dream of getting out
There's just one who could make me stay
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fall
Everything had felt boring lately. After the summer and after the start of senior year she felt like the parties in outer banks were a waste of time. It was always the same people doing the same things. Kids too young to know what’s good for them and too young to care about the consequences of their actions. Not a care in the world knowing mommy or daddy would get you out of whatever stupid decision you made.
She’d spent most of her high school career pretending to like parties and drinking. Even tried coke once but it made her feel like her brain was rotting so never again. When in reality she’d rather be home smoking on her balcony reading a good book or hanging out with her close friends around a bonfire. It was exhausting always having to put up a front that she was this social party girl.
It took her a long time to come to the realization that she didn’t have to be what people thought of her. On figure eight it felt like everyone knew your business and everyone thought they knew you. They start seeing you at parties talking to Rafe Cameron and all of a sudden you’re some party girl with a drug problem. Once people found out Rafe quit doing coke and dealing she just became the party girl. Kook prince and kook princess always stuck to each others sides, of course she was going go gain a reputation.
Once she realized that people are going to talk regardless what she did so she stopped caring. Started staying home more. Rafe kind of hated it. Because she wasn’t there anymore. But he made it work with their busy senior schedules. Always saying he can make time for his best friend. That’s what she was. His best friend.
best friend.
Even saying it in her head made her cringe. If only he knew that she wanted something more so badly. At first she didn’t even see him that way, he truly was a great friend. He listened to all her rants about music, school, books. Rafe paid attention, he was soft with her. She didn’t understand why people always said bad things about him because he never showed those sides to her.
She sighed thinking about him, sitting on her balcony. The thought of him was brought on by everyone’s instagram stories of the party currently happening. She had opted for one of those smoke on the balcony with a good show or book nights.
As she scrolled through her phone more it began to vibrate. Rafe’s contact popping up on the top of the screen. A warm feeling spread through her stomach, maybe it was just because of the weed. She pressed the green button and brought the phone up to her ear. Admiring the little picture of him first, it was one she took right before she had left for florida. He was holding up their friends dog with a big smile on his face.
“Hello?”
“Heyyy,” A raspy voice said on the other line. Immediately she knew he had been smoking as well, probably with all the guys outside. He could even still be passing the joint around. He could also be smoking a cigarette outside after he’s gotten a buzz, it was his favorite thing to do after a few beers.
She put the laptop that was resting on her to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Leaning her head to the side on her knees she smiled softly, “Hi Rafe, you rang?”
He can hear her smile. Rafe knows her like the back of his hand.
“I did, what are you up to?” He knows exactly what she’s doing tonight even though she didn’t even tell him.
The wide grin on her lips dulling slightly, “Uh just looking at some schools in california, also watching new girl.”
“Still wanna leave this place huh?”
She let out a breathy laugh picking at the thread on her bench, “You know me too well.”
“Of course I do. I’m coming over,” She could hear him walking on gravel.
“My parents are asleep Rafe,” It was almost one in the morning and her parents had some golf charity event early in the morning.
He laughed amused, “Okay? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s supposed to mean you have to climb up to my room on the second floor or stay at that party,” Her tone was stern not wanting him to get her in trouble but also praying he’ll come and not wake them.
“Hey I gotta convince you to stay close to me after high school so you brought this on yourself,” He was walking to her house. She didn’t live too far from where this party was and he didn’t want to drive after smoking and drinking. At his words her hand tightened around her phone closing her eyes for a second imagining he was there saying that to her but in a different context.
Rafe didn’t have to do anything to convince her. He was the only one who kept her here. It was why she was still mulling over the idea of leaving the outer banks.
“You better at least be bringing a joint for us,” She sighed feeling giddy about him coming over. He always made her feel like a school girl with a big crush on the cutest boy in school.
“Already had one with your name on it babe,” He always threw that word around like it meant nothing. It meant everything to her.
They bid their goodbyes as Rafe was a few houses away. Less than ten minutes later she heard rustling under her. Rafe was climbing the tree by her room. He stepped onto the ledge before getting hoping down.
“Rafe,” She shushed him harshly hoping her dad didn’t hear. His heavy feet landing with a thud.
He looked at her with a smirk, “oops.” He shrugged not really caring if he was loud. Grabbing her legs that were laid out on the bench and sat down placing them on top. One hand on her shin and the other right above her knee.
He leaned his head back looking at her. That contagious grin on his face his eyes hooded and a bit red from his night out, “So ms. I wanna run away. What’s this thing you’re trying to escape,”
She sighed leaning back, “Dunno. I guess everything. I want to start somewhere new, it’s hard when people think they know everything about you.”
He let out a short laugh, “Yeah tell me about it. Maybe we should escape together, I think you’re the only person who doesn’t see a douche bag when they look at me.”
Her heart burst. If they were in a cartoon there’d be hearts swirling around her head and violins playing.
She shook her head smiling, “No one sees you as a douche bag,” She smirked, “anymore.”
“It doesn’t matter because the family company will be mine after college and people will see that I’m more than just a pretty face with a bad attitude,” He smirked.
“You are a pretty face with a bad attitude,” She agreed before holding her hand out, “Also you have something for me no?”
He patted her legs, “How could I ever think you forgot.”
They smoked and talked all night. She put on a movie on her laptop but it was more of background noise. At almost four in the morning she started to drift off to sleep and soon she was asleep on Rafe’s lap. She just felt so comfortable and warm with his hand rubbing circles on her shoulder.
He carried her to her bed and tucked her in because he knew she got cold easily. He sat next to her on the bed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. A small smile on his face, these were the nights he cherished with her. When the world felt so quiet that it seemed like they were the only people existing. No interruptions from their friends or their parents.
Just him and his girl.
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I search the party of better bodies
Just to learn that you never cared
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winter
She pushed through the crowd of people while scanning the room for the 6’2 man she was meeting. It was the first party she had come to since summer and she was only there because he had begged her to come. It was a christmas sweater party so she had on a red sweater with kittens playing with presents. She had gotten it with Rafe a week ago at a vintage store, it was the whole reason he even brought up this party. Telling her it’d be the perfect place to wear it to.
Spotting her friend Emma she went up to her, “Hey have you seen Rafe? he hasn’t been answering me.”
“I swear I saw him going to the bathroom like a few minutes ago,” She pointed towards the hallway.
“Thanks,” She waved and walked towards the hall.
It was much quieter in this part of the house. She’d never been here before so she didn’t know where the bathroom was. There was a door on her right and left and one straight ahead. She decided to check them all. She opened the door on the left and it was just a closet with towels. The door on her right was the bathroom. She was confused because wasn’t he supposed to be there.
She turned towards the last door and saw some light coming from under. She had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to be good. Slowly she walked towards the door and opened it just like ripping a band aid off and
ouch.
Rafe on top of Taylor Thompson. His hand under her sweater and his lips on her. Taylor’s hands in his hair. At the sound of the door opening Rafe turned around and the girl under him sat up to look.
“Shit,” He muttered feeling his heart sink.
She stood there in complete shock for a second before speaking, “Sorry to interrupt.” She slammed the door closed. Holding back her tears until she was in her car alone. Her feet knowing where to take her as her mind was elsewhere. Why would he do that? The last few months had felt different to her. It felt like there was a possibility of something more.
It felt like he literally ripped her heart out and shoved out down Taylor Thompson’s throat. That blonde bi-
“Y/n! Wait!” Rafe called as he chased after her.
She ignored him not really wanting to see him until she got her emotions in order. Now it was clear he wanted nothing to do with her and never cared about her, at least not in the say way. She didn’t want him to see her cry over him, it felt pathetic. They were outside now she had finally reached her car. Clicking the buttons to unlock it furiously.
“Stop!” Rafe said as he jogged to push her car door closed before she opened it all the way.
“What!” She yelled turning around to him. A look of anger in her eyes.
He took a step back seeing how upset she actually was, “I-It’s not what it looks like.”
She rolled her eyes, “I don’t care Rafe.” Crossing her arms defensively.
He furrowed his brows, “Then why are you leaving?”
“Because I can.”
“Y/n-“
“Rafe! I don’t want to third wheel all night so go fuck Taylor Thompson like you want, I don’t give a shit.” She seethed, tears pricking at her eyes.
He shook his head, “I don’t want to fuck her.”
“Then why were you kissing her?”
“I thought you didn’t care,” Now he was getting mad for some reason.
“Fuck you Rafe.”
He laughed bitterly, “Tell me why it bothered you so much.”
She scoffed confused, “What?”
“Why did me kissing her bother you?”
“Because it didn’t bother you. You just didn’t care,”
“About what?” He took a step closer. He was trying to get her to say it. To say that she cared because she liked him.
He knows he fucked up but after her reaction he realized that he had convinced himself she didn’t care when she did. Then he may have taken a few shots and gone into the guest room to breathe and call her. But then Taylor Thompson came in right when the tequila was kicking in and things got blurry. She was on him and he didn’t stop it and she tugged him on the bed and he just couldn’t move or stop. He also couldn’t stop thinking about y/n as it was all happening, wishing it was her.
“About me,” She sighed looking down voice so small.
“I care about you.”
She looked up at him with a frown. She sighed frustrated being able to hold her tears anymore as a few slipped down her cheeks, “No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have kissed her.”
She turned around quickly opening her car door and getting in. Rafe got what he wanted, to hear her say it. But maybe he fucked up so bad he can’t fix it. He steps back as her car starts and watches her drive away.
She can barely see between her tears as she drives home. She felt dumb. She felt like he was using her to make his ego bigger. Why did he have to ruin it? The one person who kept her tied to where she is had betrayed her the most. She knew he didn’t owe her any loyalty but she couldn’t help the way she felt.
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I picked the petals, he loves me not
Something different bloomed
Writing in my room
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spring
Three and a half months.
It’d been three and a half months of Rafe and her not talking.
After she left the party she promised herself she would never speak to him again. He hurt her and she couldn’t believe she’d let it happen. Feeling dumb for feeling the way she does towards him. How could she have let herself fall for him so much?
He had called and texted her relentlessly at first. Even tried to go up to her in school but she’d quickly turn and walk away from him. After a month of trying to get her to talk to him he gave up. He fucked it up more than he thought. Rafe gave her the space she wanted but he’d always be there in the background if she needs him.
Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take him always looking at her with those eyes. Couldn’t take all the time she was spending alone. She thought she liked being alone and spending time alone but she also liked all the time she spent with him. He made her feel so care free and light. The anxiety that was constantly bubbling in her stomach would diminish around him because she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she’s not.
But enough was enough.
Ever since middle school she had kept a diary. A few stacks of books tucked away in the back of her closet hid her deepest feelings and every detail about her life. The current one she had been filling was almost full and the last quarter of the notebook was all Rafe. Well to be honest he was in all of them, and not in a weird way. He was just always there, they were always together.
But now that they didn’t spend time together her pages consisted of rants of her boring school days and writing different scenarios she had wished happened that night instead of what did. She had ranted about how he made her feel and how she felt seeing him on some other girl. A girl that wasn’t her. It should have been her.
After everything they had done together how could he not see her in the way she sees him? Maybe he did live up to his cold hearted reputation. Even though he had never done anything wrong before. She actually can’t remember the last time she saw him hook up with anyone. Not since the beginning of junior year and back then he was fully in his coke addiction. She remembers that night like it was yesterday.
They had become friends around that time the year before. Summer before sophomore year they met at midsummers when she caught him and his friends in the storage closet drinking from a bottle of vodka. Y/n told them she wouldn’t say anything if they let her have some. Rafe immediately liked her, she knew what she wanted and she got it.
Now it was a year later and he can feel her eyes on him as he kissed some rich touron. He was high out of his mind and he just wanted to make y/n jealous. But it didn’t work, the look he had caught from her as he trailed behind the redhead he just met was one more of disappointment. He felt his heart clench at the feeling. After that night he decided to get clean and stop the hard drugs because he hated that look.
She couldn’t take it anymore, keeping all of her feelings on sheets of paper. She needed to find him and yell at or just do something. He has confused her for years now and she was sick of it. Especially now that Rafe and her were closer than ever. All her pent of feelings seeped through as she sighed exasperatedly, putting her pen that had been furiously writing down. Slamming it on the desk as she harshly pushed herself up from her desk.
With anger she had stormed out of the house and driven to his. Her sneakers stomping on the ground as she marched towards him. Every one of their memories together flashing through her head.
She had spotted him on the dock and was b lining towards him. Rafe’s head turned as he heard her stomping towards him. His stomach flipped when his eyes landed on y/n, he had really missed seeing her around. Especially at his house. He propped his sunglasses up on his head and hopped back onto the dock. He had been getting the boat ready for a solo boat day to clear his head.
“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief.
“You!” She pointed at him and stopping once her finger was poking his chest, “Why are you the way you are!” Her finger jabbing into his chest with every word.
He watched as her chest rose and fell quickly. He had never really seen her mad before, something he always admired. But now seeing her with furrowed brows and steam practically coming out of her ears, he kind of liked it. Rafe knows he shouldn’t be thinking about how cute she looks and instead be getting on his knees begging for forgiveness.
He had really missed seeing her up close. Missed how dark her lashes were and how glossy her plump lips always were. He counted all her freckles to make sure she didn’t get any new ones while they were away from each other. Her hair was in a style he hadn’t seen on her before.
“Well hi to you too,” He smirked. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help use the charm he knew she loved.
She placed her palms on his chest and shoved him, barely making him move. Y/n began ranting, “For the last fucking four years you have been my best friend and you’ve been so confusing! Everything was fine at first but-but then you were always there for me whenever. And you always fucking listened to me. And you’re so funny. I started to feel different and then I saw you at that fucking party,” She glared at him, the image of him on that girl making her nauseous, “And then you changed. You don’t hook up with anyone and you don’t leave my side at parties,” she laughed sarcastically, “You even fucking call me babe sometimes. So I though oh maybe he feels different too then again I saw you on some fucking girl. And you chase after me so Rafe what the fuck do you want from me? Has this all just been bullshit to you? Am I just some fucking girl you get to flirt with to get your weird little fix until you find someone you actually want to be with?”
He rolled his eyes almost offended, “You know you’re not just some girl.”
She scoffed with wide eyes, “That’s all you took away from that. What else am I supposed to think? You make me feel special for years and I just wait and wait. Then when I think things are finally happening you go and kiss some girl.”
“Y/n-“
“Who fucking knows what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in.”
“Can I-“
“I know you would have fucked her and then came home to me to talk about your problems like I’m some wife in the 50s.”
“You-“
“You kill me Rafe.”
“Stop!” He practically shouted as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She closed her mouth and stared at him intensely.
“I was afraid you didn’t feel the same so I kept my feelings down. I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. But I was fucked up then so I didn’t act like it until I saw how much I hurt you. I changed for you and-and then I just got scared. You are someone so beyond me, you are like the nicest smartest most beautiful person. Why the fuck would you want me?” He laughed like it was obvious, “And we’re such good friends it was terrifying to think about how if I fucked it up I wouldn’t have you at all. No one’s ever actually tried to get to know me the way you have. And then I did fuck it up again,” he sighed scratching the back of his neck, “I shouldn’t have let her kiss me that night. I should have found you and told you what I’ve been feeling since I met you. That I love you so much it actually hurts. And it’s hurt me knowing I made you upset.”
“Rafe,” She sighed as her eyes softened. This was not going at all how she expected things to go.
“I get I fucked it up, so if you still never want to see me again that’s fine. But please give me a chance,” He was actually contemplating getting on his knees to beg.
“You’re such a big dumby. You’ve always had a chance. You mean so much to me. Rafe the only reason I haven’t applied to out of state schools is because I want to be with you. Even if it was just as friends,” She sighed feeling like a weight had been lifter off of her shoulders. A part of her still wanted to punch him.
He took a step closer lifting his hand and softly brushing his fingers across her cheek as he cupped her face, “Will you please go out with me? Because I am so in love with you.”
She leaned up towards him. Their noses now brushing, “I love you,”
He smiled as he pulled her towards him, their lips meeting. The kiss felt like every taylor swift love song playing at once. All the yearning felt worth it in that moments. Their lips moved against each other languidly, like they’ve always been doing this. Rafe’s hands moved to her waist, gripping in all the right places.
Y/n’s hand ran through his hair tugging when his hands reached lower giving her butt a squeeze.Rafe melted at her soft sighs and quiet moans as he trailed kisses down to her neck. Kissing behind her ear. He kissed her cheek as he faced her again. Her hazy eyes and swollen lips made his blood flow to a certain lower part of his body.
“Rafe, this doesn’t mean I’m not still kinda mad at you. You have a lot of making up to do,” She smiled innocently at him.
“Baby I’ll give you whatever you want. In fact, let’s go shopping now for our date tonight,” He kissed her one more time before moving to hold her hand dragging her towards his car.
She laughed as she trailed behind him knowing that one shopping trip wasn’t going to make it better. He owed her big time.
“It also doesn’t mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend because you haven’t asked me,” She smiled smugly at him as he opened the door to his truck for her.
“I guess I have my work cut out for me then,” He said leaning against the frame of door once she had sat down.
“you do.”
He leaned up and kissed her softly, “Anything for you baby.”
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I got tagged by @demeter1111 back when wattieza forests were still a thing. sorry for being a disorganized noodle!
15 questions and 15 mutuals:
Were you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What's the first thing you notice about people? What's your eye colorScary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? What are your hobbies? Have any pets? What sports do you play/have played? How tall are you? Favorite subiect in school? Dream job?
KNIGHTS! NEW QUESTIONS! (obligatory obscure Monty Python reference)
What famous person, alive or dead, would you want beside you during a zombie apocalypse?
Hanibal of Carthage. He is super smart, a great fighter—and he comes with elephants. Lets be honest, elephants would be super cool in a zombie apocalypse. Especially zombie ones😁
If they made a movie about you, what would your theme song be?
since I’m a nomad, The Great Divide by National Park Radio😉
Which muppet character would you be willing to go on a date with?
Gonzo—as long as Gonzo sets up the date. Cuz you know Gonzo would set up a wild date😆
What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten?
I was served whale blubber at a party once. Do NOT recommend🤢
What is the weirdest thing you still eat?
I really love peanut butter on my crepes😋
You can have any extinct or fantasy animal as a pet. What would you choose?
The enormous pteradactyl, Quetzalcoatlus. With a handy riding harness. And maybe some water ballons…😏
List a very boring fact about yourself.
I am an American mutt. My parents were from very different parts of the country, but all four of my grandparents came from families that settled in the U.S. in the timespan 1630–1730.
You are granted a wish to have any food you want—but the catch is you will have to eat it twice a day for the rest of your life. What do you choose?
**ponders** popcorn or freshly baked cookies or popcorn or freshly baked cookies or popcorn or—
You can choose any singer or band to play at your funeral. Who do you pick?
Nat King Cole. Everyone can roll up the rugs, and dance the night away!
What line of poetry or doggerel is forever stuck in your brain?
Charge of the Light Brigade: “Into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of hell/Rode the six hundred.” I used to quote this at work, usually when we were getting overrun. For some reason, my bosses were never amused. Then again. they also didnt appreciate it when I would tell them ‘I would like to inform you that the barbarians are at the gates.”😂😂😂
You can bring back an item of clothing that has fallen out of style. What would it be?
We really need to bring back the clothing of the Han Chinese. Imagine if we could all walk around in loose, flowing comfortable clothes. Also, wearing hanfu means long flowing belts—which means we could turn all the cool stuff we currently put on our key chains into belt decorations. With tassles. Cuz modern clothing haz a serious lack of tassles. Just saying…
You are granted the gift of being a were creature. What animal would you choose to change into?
Definitely were-otter. Much scampering, much floating—and lots of fish. Also, I wouldnt have to worry about villagers and pitchforks, cuz seriously, who is gonna be scared of a were-otter?
What is the most useless fact you know?
The last person to collect a Civil War pension was Irene Triplett. She passed away in 2020. Also, in 1916 the U.S. Postal Service changed the rules, and you can no longer mail more than 200 pounds/90 kilos in a single day. Why? Some guy was building a bank in Utah and realized he could save on freight charges by just having the bricks mailed. Yes, ALL of the bricks😂😂😂
You are going to be locked, all alone, in a place for 24 hours. Which place do you choose?
Um, tie. The Jacques Marchais Museum of Tibetan Art or the Gilcrease Museum😍
What is the superpower you want and whats the superpower you DONT want?
Best superpower? Making quarters appear wherever I want. No, seriously. Think about how much fun you could have, in a super sneaky way. College kid walks by—put a few extra quarters in their pocket. Seniors sitting on a park bench—now there are handfuls of quarters in the bottom of their purses. Tip jar at the coffee shop—add another layer of quarters. Also easiest superhero name ever. Just stick a pencil behind your ear and call yourself ‘Drawn and Quartered’🤣🤣🤣
The worst superpower? Anything to do with ice and snow. Nope nope nope!
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I’m gonna pretend someone asked me #3 of this ask meme for Celechwes, bc no one ever did but I still love the answer.
3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)
I am truly not sure that Celechwes understands money. Like, the basic concept of “we are pretending this shell/gem/fancy leaf has value for the sake of more convenient trade deals (rather than simple barter of objects”...sure. It’s not really her thing, but the Sindar did develop the concept of money at some point during the Years of the Trees. Mostly it’s only used for large trade deals, but Celechwes has ridden with enough long-range traders that she understands.
Use of money in Beleriand kicks into much higher gear when the Noldor arrive. Partly because they’re weirdos with an elaborate gem-based monetary system which they made up for fun in peacetime; partly because money becomes much more useful when people don’t trust each other enough to say, “no problem, you can just give me some fruit next year”; partly because of the Great Nargothrond-Thargelion Trade War. Celechwes starts making an effort to carry the equivalent of an emergency $20 in her pocket at all times, maybe in a couple different currencies (Noldorin gems, Falathrin shells, Sindarin leaves?). She uses it, like, 1 time, to buy a loaf of bread form a dwarf.
Economics are important to Noldorin politics, but they are just not Celechwes’s specialty. They’re so blatantly imaginary that even when she tries to understand, she can’t keep it in her head. She understands the significance of Caranthir paying half his taxes to Fingolfin and half to Maedhros, but I’m not sure she knows the difference between gross and net income.
Celechwes has only ever paid taxes on the technicality that royal couriers get some sort of regular allowance, on top of free meals, board and relay horses at courier stations and some amount of regulation clothes, arms and armor; and you can choose to have the royal tithe automatically taken out of it. The rest of it, she officially has in some sort of bank in Barad Eithel, but she regularly forgets it exists because it’s just written down in a ledger.
Other than free perks from her job, she forages, and trades foraged odds and ends for other odds and ends. When she’s visiting her mother, she inevitably gets roped into fishing, and trading the excess at the town market.
She considered buying her own, really nice, fast horse once, in like the late 100s? But Noldor tend toward gift-giving as a love language, so she mentioned it semi-idly and Fingon was immediately like, “I can give you a horse! Do you want a foal, a yearling or something older? This is a normal level of gift to give a friend, by the way. Do you want to go tot he stables right now?”
At some point in Aman, Celechwes pokes her head into Lalwen’s study and is like, “Hey, do I have money here, too? I know some people who want to build a bridge in the Ered Ely but they need a few more tourmalines worth of materials.”
“Sure,” says Lalwen, flipping idly through a magazine. “I don’t know about Nolo’s side, but I’d expect you have a legal right to anything in Formenos that Nerdanel doesn’t want. Ask Aradeth; I’m sure she can give you a valuation.”
Celechwes a couple days later, poking her head into the office of her sister-in-law Aradeth, now Professor of Mathematics at Tirion University, once Lady of Thargelion: “Hey, Lalwen said I should ask you how much the treasure left in Formenos is worth? I’m thinking about helping some people build a bridge - ”
Aradeth, slamming down the paper she was reading: “Don’t you dare.”
Celechwes: “What? Why not?”
Aradeth: “All the contents of fortress at Formenos have been tacitly un-acknowledged by all relevant and non-relevant parties since the departure of Fëanor and all his people. If you introduce any of it into public circulation, they will be able to tax all of it, and I will be eaten by orcs again before I let the House of Arafinwë take-”
Aradeth remembered the place and time, and said, “...any of it for a reasonable royal tithe for public works...”
Celechwes asked gently, “You alright, there?”
Aradeth dragged her hands slowly down her face, and rested her elbows on her desk.
“Yes. Just...please don’t. Not Formenos. It’s...”
“It’s the last place that was home,” said Celechwes - who had, after all, made a 400-year career of dissecting the foibles of the Noldor in general and the extended House of Finwë in particular, and who was still somewhat appallingly good at it.
Aradeth nodded gratefully.
“There are other assets lying around,” she said, collecting herself. “I compiled a list at some point - and you do know that you have a greater right to Fingon’s old junk than his parents do, if they never got rid of it? Honestly, you’d be doing him a favor if you sold some - he never met a gratuitously golden piece of jewelry which he didn’t love.”
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A heart of gold
First story for @hp-12monthsofmagic challenge and Angela King takes this one by storm. Some characters mentioned here belong to @kc-and-co and @that-scouse-wizard
Looking over the latest numbers and expenses, Angela’s vision blurred as tears drowned her eyes. December had barely ended and the new year did not look too well. They still had a few months left of winter, the heating alone costing a small fortune for the entire orphanage. She didn’t know where to keep cutting from anymore without it affecting the children or staff.
She could go to the bank once more when they reopened but she knew how well those visits went. Since she was a single woman and had no man in her life, she was always sent on a wild chase through different departments, stacks and stacks of necessary papers and it almost always resulted in a resounding “no” for a new loan. She tried opening a new account for donations however even that was shut down and until her son was old enough so he could at least by name sign instead of her, there was still a long journey ahead.
Sighing, she sniffed her nose, hands opening a drawer from which she pulled a check she had not cashed in yet. A generous donation from the Duke of Grafton, the last of the money she had access to. It was a random visit, he was in the area for an event and came to visit old friends after. She had hoped to not use that money, save it up for a rainy day, however it couldn’t get anymore grey than the times she was facing.
The next morning first thing she was at the bank, mind spiraling as she tried not to cry then and there after thinking how much they could actually get by with that money. Everything was getting more and more expensive and she couldn’t deny certain supplies to the children.
Passing a clothes shop, Angela pulled her bag closer to her chest as she looked at the dress draped over the mannequin. Even from where she was standing she knew it was expensive, fit for a fancy event, the type that her friends and acquaintances could afford and attend. Balls with music and food, social gatherings she usually could not come close to despite being invited.
Her eyes widened suddenly, Angela going inside the store, pointing at the dress, telling the clerk she was buying it.
Arriving back at the orphanage, she called her staff in for a meeting, carefully eyeing everyone “I have to be honest with everyone, we are facing some financial difficulties and something needs to be done about it or else we won’t last until the end of the year. It’s January, it should be uneventful, quiet, but we will be hosting a party in order to gather donations. I will be sending invitations to friends, you do the same. We will spend the last of the money on a wish, a new year wish.” She nodded, hands shaking as she extended lists and the money.
Two weeks later the main building was completely transformed, people coming in order to attend, Angela sitting on the top of the stairs with her staff, welcoming everyone with a small nod and a faint smile. She knew she couldn’t walk down the stairs with how bad her legs were shaking and not even the second drink managed to calm down her nerves.
Excusing himself Gareth climbed the stairs in order to stand next to her, noting her pale complexion “Is it just me or are you not feeling well?”
Turning a pair of wide eyes to him, she spoke, voice shaky and weak “Does this dress make me look bad?”
Suppressing a chuckle, he took a sip of his drink, lighting up a cigarette “I do not see how that is possible, you look exquisite in it, but something is troubling you. It cannot be the party, everyone is having a great time and it has been a while since there have been so many familiar faces in one room. However you are still up here, worry etched on your face. Do you wish to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“I see. Would you prefer pillow talk then?”
Slapping his arm, she gasped apologizing quickly after “That was one time, don’t say such things, people might hear.”
Finally cracking a smile, he looked at her “You do realize you just hit a duke.”
Rolling her eyes, she pouted “Great, I will add jail to my long list of troubles.” Looking up at Gareth, she was surprised to find him laughing at her words “What’s so funny?”
“You of course.” Surveying the room, he locked eyes with Cledwyn, raising his glass a bit before looking back at Angela “Now tell me, how is it that you have a room full of friends but you are here all alone?”
“We’re having money problems. Your check was the last of it.” Turning her around, he passed his cigarette and drink to a waiter, pulling out a handkerchief, Angela taking it “The bank will barely allow a woman to have her own money, loans are just impossible. They hate me.” She cried, Gareth giving her a grave look.
“You should have told me, I would have given you money Angela or another donation since I know you can be thick headed. What were you even thinking?”
“That it would be easier, I’m running an orphanage for God’s sake not a brothel.”
Shaking his head, he sighed “Well, I would not mind a brothel, though I am certain the press would have fun with that. Now, stop crying because you will ruin your makeup.” As soon as she calmed down he turned her back to the group of people “You actually had a good plan with the event, donations will come and from where I am standing me and mister Watanabe will probably have the most generous of them all.” Upon hearing his name despite the distance, Jin looked at them, offering a smile and a nod.
“I didn’t expect half of them to come. Some I didn’t even invite.”
Walking next to her, he extended his hand out “Good people will always bring good things their way. Now let us go downstairs. I need to walk past Cled before going to steal Victoria for a dance.”
“Why Vic?”
“Because I like keeping Oliver on his toes, he makes a cute face when upset.”
Laughing, her hand fell into his “You’re going to misbehave right?”
“Always. Now, last piece of advice. Relax, go dance, enjoy your party. You worked hard to get here, all on your own, but you are not alone. And we are here to see you succeed.” Circling the room with his eyes he asked “Now, is there someone here in particular that you wish to dance with?” managing to pin point where she was looking, he smirked “Well that is unexpected, I would have never though you fancied…”
Angela quickly laughed loudly “He might hear you and it’s not like that, we’re friends.”
Leaning closer, he whispered “We are friends and even we slept together.” Creating some distance to see her making a face at him, he added “Scandalous right? I am joking. Sometimes what we initially want is not what we get” his eyes trailed to where Cled was “but even so it is not the end of the world. But if you have a chance to not be alone, to fill some of that void inside your heart, take it. You have that privilege unlike others. Now if you will excuse me, I intend to have another drink and to enjoy this night away from responsibilities.” Kissing her hand, he disappeared in the crowd leaving Angela alone.
She didn’t expect for so many to be there in person and for those that could not honor the invitation to send across money instead. She was a woman without a name in the magical world, a new comer that had no past, no family, nothing to her, yet she managed to do everything on her own. And that was something she was proud of.
Lifting her chin, she took a deep breath in before going to talk to everyone there, actually taking Gareth’s advice and enjoying herself.
And the next morning when she counted the money, she cried once more seeing how generous the donations were. And she knew that with people next to her she would be able to do anything.
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KISS - JJ Maybanks x Fem!Reader
Y/N is John B's twin sister.
She loves to party, she cares deeply for her friends, and accidentally kissed JJ at a party while both drunk.
JJ tries not to catch feelings for Y/N, but he does.
**I don't own any of the characters, except for Y/N**
Based on the song at the bottom - the lyrics are in bold!!
Kiss by The Vamps
**I don't own any of the characters from the show, Outer Banks**
JJ's POV
I finish putting a change of clothes in my bag then I hear my phone ring and I answer it.
JJ - Hello? Y/N?
Y/N - Oh ... hey JJ. What are you up to right now?
JJ - Nothing. Why?
Y/N - I have been drinking the good stuff and I thought of you.
JJ - I'll be there soon haha. Even if you're drunk dialing, baby I don't mind, long as I'm on your conscience...
Y/N - I'm not drunk yet. I'm just tipsy. Ok bye!
I laugh and make my way out of the house.
Y/N's POV
I'm glad JJ is coming over. I mean it's summer and we're all supposed to hang out often because we have no school. Pope asked out Kie and they're on some date. John B is dating Sarah Cameron and I only found out because I saw them together. He wasn't happy I knew, but I told him that I approved, which put a smile on his face. I never would want to hurt my brother. Truth is I have no personal beef with Sarah Cameron. Yes I know she hurt Kie and I'm mad that she did, but she's also not the worst person on planet Earth. She's not JJ's dad or Hitler, ya know. Are they on the same level? Idk I could be thinking too much.
I lean my head back to relax before JJ gets here and I hear a motorcycle outside. I jump up, run to the door, and swing it open to see JJ.
Oh no, he looks hurt again. Geez.
JJ walks up the steps and says "I need a drink."
I ask "Maybe also a shower?"
He nods and walks inside the house.
I exclaim "You shower then I'll help you bandage up your cuts then we drink."
He smiles and replies "Ah you treat me so well. Thank you bab... Y/N."
What did he almost call me?!?
JJ's POV
Oh no Try my best to not catch feelings
But with you I'm helpless
Y/N cleaning me up and making me a drink tonight is perfect wifey material. I mean come on how could I not catch feelings? I have been for years, but it’s getting harder to not tell her. I’m just scared of what it’ll do to our friendship. I almost called her baby earlier. That could've been something else.
As we drink on her bed, I ask "Wait so where is John B? I know Pope and Kie went on a date, which was bound to happen if we're honest. Pope has liked her for years. Your brother, however, never said anything to me."
Y/N laughs and asks "Can you keep a secret?"
Before I can answer her, she scoots closer to me and whispers "My brother is on a date with Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess. You have to promise not to say anything though. He doesn't want everyone to know. I mean imagine what it would do to Kie. We can’t do that to our friends."
I laugh.
I did not expect that nor do I want to be the one to tell everyone.
I ask "What kinds of things do you think they talk about?"
She answers "Posh people things like where to invest and the stock market. No doubt John B lowkey asked Pope for some information. He obviously couldn’t tell him why he needed to know, but Pope is his smartest friend."
I laugh and reply “Uh rude. I’m smart.“
We sit for a second in silence and ask "You think she's asking John B where he'll put the John D?"
She playfully slaps me and replies "No please don't go there. That is my brother! Omg!"
We both laugh. I love her laugh. She is the cutest person ever.
I kiss her on the lips and it's as sweet as I remember if not more. She kisses back instantly. Sweet like sugar on my lips So addicted just one hit ...
Y/N exclaims "That was a cute kiss."
Why did I do that?!?
I reply "Almost as cute as you."
She laughs and exclaims "I think I'm gonna hide the alcohol because I don't want John B getting into it when he gets back."
I reply "I will now know where it's hidden."
She replies "And? I'm not worried. Just if you drink any, let me know or offer me some."
I smile at her.
She's perfect. She’s also tipsy because she moved on really fast. That or she wants to reject me.
When she climbs back into the bed, she lays down and I move to lay next to her. I run my hands through her hair and she says "You're going to put me to sleep if you keep doing that."
I ask "What about if I do this?"
I kiss her again and she smiles into it.
Does she like me? Does she like kissing? Are we both drunk? Will we regret doing this? Is this a drunk mistake?
1 week later...
I'm sitting in my room drinking some beer I took from the party at the Boneyard yesterday. It was a good party for most. John B and Sarah danced a lot together. I think she seems fine. Pope and Kie were dancing together too. They look great together. Y/N and I drank together then we danced a bit. I tried my best to not make it look like I see her as girlfriend material. Hopefully, John B bought it.
I pull my phone out and call Y/N.
JJ - Hey... Y/N?
Y/N - Hi JJ. What's up?
JJ - I ... I miss you.
Y/N - You do?... Is this a drunk call?
Yeah I know I'm drunk dialing But I hope you don't mind In your voice I hear smiling Oh no Try your best to not catch feelings but with me you're helpless
JJ - Ummm no. I'm completely sober.
Y/N - Haha sure. Wanna come over or want me to come over?
JJ - I'm good. I just wanted to hear your voice.
Y/N - You're so cute.
JJ - You made me blush. Ok ... I'll just come over.
Y/N - See you soon JJ!
I make it to the Chateau and I park my motorcycle.
Y/N opens the door and I walk inside.
I ask "Where's your brother?"
She answers "With his girlfriend."
I nod and we go to her room.
I sit on the bed and ask "Any way you could give me a head massage?"
She laughs and replies "Sure JJ. Come here."
I lean my back on her front and she massages my head. I feel relaxed.
She asks "Why the sudden need for the head massage? Do you have a headache? Are you doing okay?"
I answer "Home life is stressful and I want out. I just want to move and leave the Outer Banks. I ... also have girl trouble, but the stupid rule probably exists for this exact reason."
She replies "Pope and Kie are breaking it all the time nowadays. Not to mention, we technically also broke the rule on multiple occasions. We just never told anyone about it. So... who's the girl?"
I answer "Hmm I'll tell you later. And how can you say technically? We definitely kissed, Y/N. I remember it. It was sweet like sugar on my lips. I also accidentally told John B about it and he brought it up when we were all hanging out. Don't you remember?"
She replies "I remember him making fun of you for kissing a girl. That's it... But how did you tell him if you didn't say my name?"
I answer "I basically told him how I kissed a girl without having sex with her and how I liked her. He told me to go for it, but as we know, the rule still existed at that point and I said nothing ... until now."
She moves me so she is facing me and asks "Are you, JJ Maybanks, saying you like me?"
I shrug and say "Yep."
She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.
I immediately pull her closer and smile.
She exclaims "I like you too, JJ."
I ask "May I kiss you?"
She answers "Yes."
I kiss her and smile.
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#jj maybanks#jj maybank#jj maybank x you#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank fic#jj maybank x fem!reader#obx fic#obx fanfiction#obx x reader#outer banks imagines
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okay so two of my older siblings r in college and here’s what i’ve found out from them
1. office hours r really important for making connections with your teachers and better understanding content. if your school is bigger it matters even more to make yourself stand out, plus teacher relationships = future recs and better grades
2. you need a pair of flip flops for the shower. like this is mandatory. and a decent bathrobe
3. don’t bring your whole wardrobe and realize you will be looking decent/mediocre for most of your days. do bring office clothing for professional events.
4. look for summer internships as early as possible because they recruit super early. like right now recruitment for summer 2023 is happening.
5. JOIN CLUBS. like that’s how you’ll make friends esp if you and your roommate aren’t super besties. also go to the events your RA throws if you can because they put in work and they can be nice/have free goodies. join soros/frats that are cultural or based on a common interest (not greek life tho cause that can get really bad. my sister is in a band sorority and dues are pretty cheap, you don’t live together, but it’s a community and where she’s met her bffs)
6. your academic advisor is almost always more often than not to be bad at their job/not going to help you. figure out your specific major and minor requirements on your own so that you have your plan. many people end up graduation a semester or two later with having to take summer classes because their advisor led them astray. don’t rely on them for your path.
7. register for classes as early as possible. like figure out the class codes and diff professors and register immediately so you can get the classes you need
8. minor in what you love. like literally whatever silly thing your heart desires to know more about.
9. don’t put too much stock into your freshman year roommate. most likely they’ll just be some person you lived with who you won’t speak to again, but do try to get along as best as possible.
10. pls have a place to store refrigerated food and know how to make some basic meals. cheap frozen chicken breast and microwave rice and veggies can be your bff(or frozen potstickers). also stock up on sauce and spices because food will be bland and tasteless without it. like honestly go to college with like a jug of oil and different base spices (salt,pepper, garlic, onion, cayenne, paprika,parsley) that will improve anything tenfold.
11. don’t stay in your dorm. get out of it as much as possible. study in the library in the rain just not in that tiny room. especially if your view isn’t sunny it can really worsen your mental health to stay in such a confined space for long.
12. use the library to its fullest advantage. talk to your librarians and ask for resources/use computers. your grades will thank you
13. this is not the best time of your life. that comes later.
14. if it’s free— go to it/ take it. this school is bleeding your bank dry you take it back with every piece of merch and free food and whatnot.
15. drinks r dead after they hit the table. never pick it up whatsoever it’s not yours anymore and nobody is to be trusted so completely. also tipsy but not drunk is best.
16. nobody is doing anything for the most part in a sunday. unless you go to a christian school and you have mass that day: people are nursing hangovers and sleeping off parties. use sunday to chill recuperate and prepare for class.
17. my dad used to take vitamin c tablets to stay awake for studying. this was 1980/90s france but it probs still works and is safer than the alternative.
18. go use all the services you pay for in your fees!! gym, therapist, everything!! if it’s included in your fees for that school, use the service.
19. clean up after yourself in the dorm kitchen. or really just any shared space in your living arrangements. you don’t want to be the a-girl who leaves a mess everywhere
20.don’t take 8am classes.
have fun!!! honestly it’s an experience unparalleled in the community you live amongst at college and i wish you all the best there💞💞💞
tysm omg <3 will keep this all in mind
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for the album lyric ask game for when u wake up 🌞💞 i would LOVE to know your favorite lines from save rock and roll and american beauty/american psycho! since we both agree that those are some of the best albums of all time and i love that for us hehe 🥰🤭 (also good morning hope u have a nice day❣️)
Trish!!! hello, my love!! truly two of the greats, I love those albums with my whole heart :') also, this post is looooooog so I'm slapping the 'read more' option on there
SRAR:
The Phoenix - Bring home the boys and scrap scrap metal the tanks
Get hitched, make a career out of robbing banks
Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks
"You broke our spirit, " says the note we pass
My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart OR My childhood spat back the monster that you see
Alone Together - I don't know where I'm going,
But I don't think I'm coming home
And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end
Where Did The Party Go -I'm here to collect your hearts,
It's the only reason that I sing
I don't believe a word you say,
But I can't stop listening
Just One Yesterday - Oh, I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, Still I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
The Mighty Fall - Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme
And I'm dizzy on dreams
But if you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one
Baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
Miss Missing You - Sometimes before it gets better
The darkness gets bigger
The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger
Oh, we're fading fast (but also "baby, you were my picket fence" makes me feel lots of emotions)
Death Valley - I'm either gone in an instant
Or here 'til the bitter end
Young Volcanos - C'mon, make it easy, say I never mattered Run it up the flagpoles
Rat A Tat - Are you ready for another bad poem?
One more off-key anthem, Let your teeth sink in Remember me as I was not as I am
Save Rock And Roll - Well, how'd it get to be only me?
Like I'm the last damn kid still kicking that still believes
AB/AP:
Irresistible - You're second hand smoke
You're second hand smoke
I breath you in, but honey I don't know
What you're doing to me
American Beauty/American Psycho - I think I fell in love again
Maybe I just took too much cough medicine
I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet
The best worst thing
Centuries - Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong
The stories are off
Heavy metal broke my heart
The Kids Aren't Alright (ONE OF MY FAVE SONGS OF ALL TIME AHHH) - And I still feel that rush in my veins
It twists my head just a bit to think
All the people in those old photographs I've seen are dead
Uma Thurman - I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams But they're not quite what they seem
Jet Pack Blues - She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She's singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
Novocaine - If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sing at you, you would never sing along Cast them out 'cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Fourth Of July - I'll be as honest as you let me
I miss your early morning company, If you get me
You are my favorite "what if"
You are my best "I'll never know" OR Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa
In between being young and being right, You were my Versailles at night
Favorite Record - Play it again and again and again
And you can get what you want but it's never enough
Immortals - Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith Is when it's tested again and again every day
Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC) - I just need enough of you to dull the pain Just to get me through the night 'til we're twins again
'Til we're stripped down to our skeletons again
'Til we're saints just swimming in our sins again OR A birth and a death on the same day And honey I only appeared so I can fade away
I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream
And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame
#AND IN THE END I'D DO IT ALL AGAIN I THINK YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND AHHHHHHHH#ask game#thanks trish ilysm <33333#this took me a LONG time to do and now i want to listen to these albums so badly#ugh#two of the best
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About the Muse + the Blog
Writer: Alex/Lex (she/her); 29; EST
Muse: Liv (Olivia) Lawani (she/her); 35; model/fashion designer
FC: Deepika Padukone
Associated Personal Blog: moonstonewrites.tumblr.com
Rules:
Will not write: smut (I will only do fade to black), rape/dubcon, incest/stepcest, extreme violence/gore, self-harm, daddy/mommy kinks, major age gaps.
Will not interact with krps, celebrity rps/celebrity muses.
Will not write with muns or muses under 25. Do not lie. I will block you.
Multi-shipping is accepted.
Will utilize trigger warnings and content warnings as follows: “trigger tw” and will tag for violence, blood, gore, abuse.
Aesthetic for Liv
The pulse of the runway under a precarious heel, the constant flash of lights, all eyes on you but the smiles are fake, clothes hangers being pushed on racks, fabric swatches strewn across an office desk, a hand on the small of your back, a lioness baring her teeth
General Summary
The young family breadwinner existing within an exploitative industry -- what could possibly go wrong? Just about everything. She refused to be silenced but paid the price over and over again. She's a mother outside of the limelight and plans to keep it that way. She will do anything and everything to make sure her daughter has the safety she lost even if it came at the expense of great loves.
Full Biography
TW: exploitative modeling industry, stalking, blackmailing, coercion
Before Olivia Lawani entered the modeling industry, she was a normal girl living in Denmark. Her family, like many, lived paycheck to paycheck, but they were happy and close and that's all a child ever really needs.
It wasn't until Liv turned fourteen that she went from ordinary to something else. She hesitates to say "extraordinary," to her the "extraordinary" are a myth surrounded by luck and a team. And yet, she was one of the unicorns -- discovered at the mall booth she worked at selling hair styling tools on the weekend.
Most people hear that story and assume it was smooth sailing from there, but it was anything but easy. Just like all the other hopefuls, Liv was subjected to countless adults taking her body measurements and lining her up in an almost conveyor belt fashion with other young girls and women to take headshots.
She eventually wound up signed to her first management company, and then she moved to Copenhagen where she lived with ten other girls in a cramped apartment. They became friends because they were all each other had, but the underlying competition was heavy in the air.
Contrary to popular opinion, Liv was not a millionaire or a runway legend overnight. For the first couple of months, Liv was shuttled around the city with her roommates to countless go-sees. Most of the time, she wound up back in the van, waiting for a handful of the others to emerge shy with their new successes. The rest of them did their best not to turn green with envy as their bank accounts crept closer and closer to single digits at the end of the month.
She was just about to give up, modeling was a lonely business that eroded her self esteem, when she finally landed a print campaign. Ironically, it was for hair products.
The success of that first campaign helped develop her portfolio. She then found herself in front of the camera for other commercials, but it wasn't until a popular singer casted her in a music video that some of the world's high-end designers paid attention.
What Liv lacked in the typical "look," she more than made up for with her walk. Hailed as the new generation's Yasmeen Ghauri, Liv made the transition from print to runway at fast speeds.
It was here where things really took a turn. It's no surprise that young models struggle in an oversaturated industry. There's always another young, pretty, talented girl to take your spot. It's no surprise that many girls fall victim to a life of parties and older suitors who pay for their meals, their drugs, and their lifestyles.
Liv expected to leave that behind once she made it, but if anything, it became even worse. She was now expected to book shows on a regular basis. There was always a fashion week somewhere and it hadn't taken long for Liv to become the main financial support for her family. Instead of living paycheck to paycheck, her parents could afford a home and better schools for her younger siblings.
Yet, she was constantly on flights, missing meals during grueling hours, and trying to stay awake back stage. Then, with fame came the cameras and the lights, and the constant hands pawing at her. Managers, paparazzi, bodyguards, and strangers who thought they knew her.
She always noticed the way some managers treated her friends like live-in girlfriends. She also noticed her friends who numbed themselves to the various abuses. Yet, they all begged her to be quiet, and much to her shame she did.
So, when Liv first met her own stalker backstage, her sense of self preservation was dull. She fawned and kept her distance, and when security hauled him off she thought that would be it.
It wasn't, though. She started to notice his face in crowds in front of hotels and brand events. Then, he broke into her home. After him came another one, and another one.
By the time Liv turned 25 she was burnt out, but she never complained. Her family was doing so well. She was doing so well. Yet, the industry was eating her alive, from the outside-in.
Liv always noticed the predators within the industry, but somehow she managed to avoid direct contact with most of them until she didn't. It started when her manager retired. Her new manager was a little too friendly, but he was shark. Liv, like many of the other models, weighed the costs and the benefits. It wasn't until her new manager tried to corner her at an afterparty, hands clawing at her skirt, that something snapped.
She refused to fall in line. She was blacklisted alongside a handful of others and with that came a string of losses. The worst was the lack of security.
She started to notice cars tailing her more and more. With every email that came in asking for her to tell her story, more threatening letters piled up at the door. Then, they started to trail after her family.
So, Liv made the decision to hide for awhile. She was only 29. She could start over.
She went to the French country side to spend time at a guest home of a dear friend, of one Henri Fortier. It was a wonderful summer. One filled with fine wine, jazz music, and a beautiful love that finally had the chance to blossom.
As summer turned to autumn and then to winter, her hiding place was uncovered. Liv made the mistake of thinking she could leave it all behind, but even her escape had its demons.
Her pregnancy was unexpected. What was more unexpected was Xavier Fortier and the demons he unleashed. He explained it had to do with her fame, but really it was because her fame was out of his control and that made her dangerous. Fame he couldn't control meant eyes looking too closely at his rot.
He gave her an ultimatum. Leave or he would expose her location and without her security team she would be completely exposed.
Liv ran once again. This time vowing to rely on no one ever again. She changed her name, and disappeared to a different countryside. Safer waters. She gave birth to her daughter -- Anaya. It's been five years and as the tides change, Xavier Fortier has passed away, she's found herself pulled back to the shore.
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*Pogue for Life* Happy Anniversary Part 3
Once she showers and changes her clothes she walks back downstairs to find Rafe.
She finds him standing by himself drinking.
"Are you alright?" she asks him as she rubs her hand down his back.
"Yea, baby, I'm fine. Just something Barry said. We can talk about it later." he tells her.
"Are you sure? I can stay here if you need me to." she tells him.
He shakes his head.
"No. Go talk to your dad. I'll be okay." he says to her.
He grabs her face and leans down and kisses her on the lips.
"I love you." he speaks against her lips.
"I love you too." she responds.
She quickly rushes out of the house and goes to the range rover.
She gets in the car and drives over to the Wreck, where the party is.
She walks inside and hears a band playing out back.
People are outside mingling.
She spots Sarah and Kie talking at a table.
"Have you guys seen my dad anywhere?" she asks them.
They turn to face her.
"No, but I was just telling Kie I just saw mine." Sarah tells her.
Jo's eyes widen.
"Oh shit. How did that go?" Jo asks.
"All I'm saying is, the second I see him I'm turning him in I swear." Kie scoffs.
"I don't blame you one bit." Sarah mumbles.
"I don't know how you do it. I can barely stand to look at mine right now." Jo says.
"Every time I wanna complain about my dad, I just think about your dad." Kie tells her.
"Oh, glad to be of service." Sarah comments in amusement.
Jo finally spots her dad, who is standing with Topper and his mother.
Sarah notices Topper who is staring at her.
"You guys didn't tell me Topper was gonna be here." Sarah accuses her friends.
"I haven't been home or talked to anyone so I had no idea." Jo tells her.
"Sorry. My mom invited like the whole island." Kie says.
"Shit." Sarah breathes out.
"I have to have a bad conversation with my dad right now. Wish me luck." Jo tells them as she walks away from the girls.
She walks over to her dad who is in conversation with his wife and Topper.
"Dad, I'm sorry to interrupt but I have to talk to you. It's important." she tells him.
"Alright, let's go over here."
He grabs her arm and leads her over to a secluded spot.
"What's so urgent that you have to talk to me now?" Buzz asks.
Jo shakes her head.
"I don't even know how to start this. So I'm just gonna say this. I know about the boat you had Barry clean and get rid of." she states.
His eyes widen.
"How the hell do you know about that?" he questions.
"How do you think? It's Barry for crying out loud. He can't keep his mouth shut." she tells him.
"I paid him plenty to keep his mouth shut." Buzz retorts.
Jo shakes her head.
"You treat me like a little girl and you don't trust me with these things. You didn't have to go to Barry, dad that's the point!" she raises her voice slightly.
"Okay so you know. What are you getting at with this? Did Barry come to you and demand something?" Buzz questions.
Jo scoffs and shakes her head.
"He's not the one planning on blackmailing you, dad. I am." she tells him.
Buzz narrows his eyes at her.
"Jo-"
She cuts him off.
"I am not leaving Outer Banks. I am staying with my friends and I am staying at Tannyhill.with Rafe."
She struggles to get the words out.
"I love you, but I'm not going. If you force me to go, Rafe and Barry have your fingerprints on the boat and they will use it against you." she tells him.
Her face and voice are clear of all emotion.
Buzz gives her a disappointed look.
"I don't even know who you are anymore Joanna. You wanna know why I wanted you out of here? This right here is the reason. The old Joanna would never think about using something like this against me."
He steps closer to her.
"Do what you want, because I'm done. You made your bed. Now you have to lie in it."
Buzz walks away from her and leaves her standing there with tears in her eyes.
Jo finds a glass of wine on a table and she grabs it and chugs it.
She listens as Mike gets on the stage and makes a little speech about being one island brought together.
It brings tears to her eyes.
She looks up and spots JJ who is watching her.
Her eyes widen and she lets out a little gasp.
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Jo walks over to where JJ is standing.
He is by the boat and away from the party.
"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" he instantly asks her.
He wipes a tear off of her cheek.
"I'm not crying. I just have something in my eye." she brushes off.
JJ stands there awkwardly thinking of what to say.
"I just saw John B. What are you guys doing here?" Jo asks him.
He stares at her with longing in his eyes.
"Okay, so we're here to gather you girls and we gotta find Pope and Cleo. Were mounting a full search and rescue mission right now. Big John got nabbed by Singh and his men. He almost killed John B." JJ informs her.
Jo makes a face of confusion.
"What? What do you mean he's been nabbed? What the hell happened?" Jo questions.
"Listen, we all have to get down there as soon as we can." JJ tells her.
"To where?" Jo asks.
"To South America." JJ informs her.
"To South America? Like right now?" Jo gives him a dumbfounded look.
"I know it's a long shot, but we're making a plan right now." he tells her.
"I can't just up and go to South America!" she argues.
"Why not? Is it because of your precious Kook? Come on let's be real, you can do a lot better than that." JJ insults.
Jo shakes her head.
"It's not about Rafe, alright? You just can't come here and spring this on me after not talking to me for days." she argues.
"What do you expect me to say? You chose the easier option and stayed with Rafe. I don't think we have anything else to talk about." he tells her.
"That's bullshit and you know it. I already feel bad enough for what happened. You don't need to make me feel any worse. And no we still have plenty to talk about. Like I miss you dude." she tells him.
JJ looks at her with a guarded look.
"I feel like a piece of me is missing and that piece is you. I can't stand not having you around." She starts to cry.
His face softens slightly.
"I know that I hurt you and I'm sorry for that. I wish I can take it back. But I can't and I'm sorry for that."
She watches JJ's face and sees him battling a range of emotions on his face.
"So is that a no to coming with us then?"
His face and voice are clear of all emotions.
"JJ-"
"That's all I needed to know."
He turns to walk away from her.
"Jay! I love you!" She shouts to him.
He stops and shuts his eyes.
"Please, don't say that shit to me." he begs.
"Quit acting like you don't care. You know what quit acting like I don't care! We have been through so much shit. I don't want things to be this way." she tells him.
He storms back over to her.
"You were right not to choose me. We just don't work, okay? You should realize that. I'm gonna go help my best friend save his father. Maybe I'll see you at the break when I get back. If I get back."
JJ turns and walks away from her.
She has tears falling down her face.
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Jo is wandering around the party.
She is avoiding her dad who is completely mad at her.
Her phone vibrates in her hand.
She looks and sees she has a text from Rafe.
He asks her when she plans on coming home and that he misses her.
She gets butterflies at the mention of Tannyhill being called home.
She messages him back and says that she wont be too much longer she's gonna say her goodbyes.
She puts her phone in her back pocket and looks up as John B storms past her.
"John B? What are you doing?" she questions.
She looks and sees he's making a beeline for Sarah and Topper who are hugging.
"Shit." she mumbles.
She follows behind him as he knocks into a waiter knocking down glasses.
Sarah tries to stop him.
"Not right here, bro." Topper argues.
Sarah tries to push him back.
"Please don't."
"Get out of my way Sarah." John B pushes her aside.
Jo puts herself in the middle.
"John B think about this." Jo tells him.
"Get out of the way Jo."
John B pushes around Jo and slams into Topper.
"Do you feel good about yourself?" he yells at Topper.
"Stop!" Sarah yells.
They catch the attention of the party.
"You need to chill out, bro."
Jo stands by Topper and pulls him back.
"Just walk away Topper please."
John B pushes Jo away.
"You like messing up my relationship huh?" he pushes Topper.
"You're ruining the party man."
Topper refuses to fight back.
"That's what you're worried about?" John B continues to argue.
"Just walk away." Topper continues to say.
"Do you feel good about yourself?" John B pushes Topper again.
Sarah grabs John B and pulls him around to face her.
"For once in your life, would you please just turn around and walk away?" she pleads with him.
Jo can tell that John B is gonna listen to her.
She looks up and locks eyes with JJ who is watching from the dock.
"Hey, no hard feelings, bro." Topper cockily smirks.
Jo turns to glare at him.
"Can you just shut up?" she lectures.
John B turns around and sucker punches Topper hard knocking him to the ground.
"John B!"
"John B stop!"
Topper is laying on the ground and John B gets on top of him.
"You like that Top?" John B continues to punch him.
The whole party watches.
"John B stop!"
"What are you doing? No!"
John B continues to punch Topper.
"John B! Mr. Carrera!"
JJ pushes through the crowd to get to John B.
Mike pulls John B off of Topper.
"Get out of here now!" Mike yells.
"Get off of him!"
JJ pushes Mike away from John B and pushes John B back.
"That's what I'm talking about! Get out of here both of you!"
JJ pushes John B back and away from the party.
Jo watches as her dad bends down to check over Topper's wounds.
Jo locks eyes with JJ one more time before he shakes his head and walks away.
As Jo watches her two best friends walk away she feel a piece of her crumbling and falling apart.
She has a feeling that the Pogues are all falling apart.
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❤️ How to predict WHERE you're going to meet your future spouse through Astrology ❤️
hi guys! in today's post I'm going to show you how to find out where you'll meet your future spouse through your birth chart. this technique was discovered by the astrologer Kapiel Raaj, and it's based on vedic astrology. hence, you're going to need your sidereal birth chart to calculate this. if you already know how to do that, you can skip this part.
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first of all, go to astro.com > horoscope and then click on extended chart selection.
add your birth data by clicking on the 'add a new person' button. it's necessary to have your accurate birth time for this, as it's based on your ascendant.
then scroll down and click on options for zodiac and houses. choose the whole signs house system and then click on sidereal. after that, choose 'hindu/lahiri' on the ayanamsha button.
after you've calculated your chart, it will be something like this (this is angelina jolie's sidereal birth chart):
to calculate where you're going to meet your spouse, we need to first of all take a look at the 7th house lord, which is the planet that rules your 7th house. in this chart it is saturn, as she has capricorn in her 7th house. now that you know what is your 7th house lord, look at where it's placed in your chart. also, keep in mind that since this is a sidereal technique, we're only going to take in consideration traditional rulers, therefore aquarius is ruled by uranus, pisces by jupiter and scorpio by mars. angelina has her saturn in gemini in the 12th house. the opposite sign indicates the circumstances or directly the place where you're going to meet your spouse. in this chart, it is sagittarius. keep reading for an explanation of each sign!!
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♈️ aries opposite 7th house lord ♈️
you're going to meet your spouse when doing some sort of physical activity. you may meet them at the gym, or maybe at a sport event like a football match. you could even meet them just by taking a casual walk, and it could be love at first sight. you two may also meet in a place where there's lots of noise and action, maybe even danger, probably not in a quiet place. places that are ruled by aries are palestine, england, hong kong, germany, poland, syria, israel, lithuania, senegal, sierra leone and zimbabwe. as for cities, we have birmingham, cape town, leicester, florence, krakow, naples, utrecht, marseilles and georgia.
♉️ taurus opposite 7th house lord ♉️
taurus loves the finer things in life, so if you have this sign opposite your 7th house lord you may meet your spouse during your chill time. for instance, you may meet them at a spa, at the mall, at the beach... anything that symbolizes relax for you. in addition, taurus also rules finances, therefore you could meet them in a bank or in any place or circumstance where you have to deal with finances, even in a shop for example. also, since taurus rules over the throat and the voice, you may meet at a place where there's singing for instance, or at least there's music playing in the background. last but not least, being an earth sign, taurus opposing your 7th house lord may also indicate that you're going to meet your future spouse in a place where there's lots of green, maybe at the park or in a forest. places that are ruled by taurus are cyprus, tasmania, ireland, capri, rhodes, the greek iIslands, cuba, east timor, serbia, tanzania, south africa and yemen. as for cities, we have lucerne, eastbound, eastbourne, hastings, palermo, leipzig, st. louis and dublin.
♊️ gemini opposite 7th house lord ♊️
with gemini opposing your 7th house lord, you may meet your future spouse through socializing. you could meet them through your friends or through your siblings, maybe they're a sibling of a friend of yours. you could also meet them during short-distance trips, so maybe in a city near you or even on a train, on a bus, etc. communication is going to be involved, and hence you could even meet them at an event where there's the need to talk and / or write. possibly, you may as well meet him online or in school. places that are ruled by gemini include iceland, sardinia, morocco, belgium, wales, eritrea, guyana, kuwait, norway, montenegro, sweden and tonga. as for cities, we have nuremberg, tripoli, san francisco, london, melbourne, plymouth and cardiff.
♋️ cancer opposite 7th house lord ♋️
if cancer is opposing your 7th house lord, then you could have possibly known your future spouse since your childhood. you could have met a school, or to talk in a more general way you may be from the same city. possibly, you could as well meet in a place where there are children, or where there's food. in addition, since cancer is ruled by the moon, you could meet in a place where there's moon symbolism. maybe during a full or new moon. perhaps, you're going to meet near water as well, as cancer is a water sign. places that are ruled by cancer include usa, paraguay, scotland, holland, the bahamas bahrain belize, burundi, cape verde, columbia, comoros, democratic republic of the congo croatia djibouti, kiribati laos, liberia, madagascar, malawi mozambique, rwanda, slovenia solomon islands, algeria, somalia, and south korea. as for cities, we have manchester, new york, stockholm, tokyo, venice, york, amsterdam and milan.
♌️ leo opposite 7th house lord ♌️
with the sign of leo opposing your 7th house lord, you’re likely to meet your future spouse in a place where there’s fun. it could be at a party, during a vacation, at a bar, a restaurant... certainly not at work, that’s for sure. you’ll meet your spouse in a situation of relax, not of stress. since leo also rules celebrities, you may even meet them in a place where there are famous people, like a concert for instance. countries ruled by leo are afghanistan, india, italy, macedonia, romania, sicily, ecuador, zanzibar, bhutan, bolivia, central african republic chad, the ivory coast, gabon, indonesia, north korea, south korea, kyrgyzstan, malaysia, maldives, nicaragua, pakistan, mongolia, seychelles, singapore, ukraine and madagascar. as for cities, we have bristol, bombay, chicago, madrid, los angeles, philadelphia, rome and bath.
♍️ virgo opposite 7th house lord ♍️
virgo rules over health, and hence you may meet your future spouse in a health-related place. it could be at the doctor’s, at the dentist’s, in a hospital, etc. virgo is also routine, so you may meet your future spouse in a typical day of yours. it could be at the supermarket, at work, while you’re walking your dog, at the gym, and so on. basically, it could be that your future spouse is going to casually approach you in the streets. countries ruled by virgo include crete, brazil, greece, switzerland, turkey, uruguay, west indies, armenia, azerbaijan, belarus, brazil, costa rica, el salvador estonia guatemala, honduras, mali, moldova, qatar and tajikistan. as for cities we have athens, paris, toulouse, corinth, lyons, boston and mexico city.
♎️ libra opposite 7th house lord ♎️
if you have libra opposing your 7th house lord, you may get to meet your spouse in a place that has to do with beauty, so maybe in a clothes shop or at a salon. you may also meet them in a place where there are many people, or even at some sort of event like a marriage. libra also rules over politics and justice, so maybe you could meet them at the courthouse or during election time. countries that are ruled by libra include france, tibet, argentina, austria, burma, canada, china, japan, siberia, botswana, equatorial guinea, fiji, iraq, israel, lesotho, nigeria, palau, saint lucia, saudi arabia, tuvalu and uganda. as for cities that are ruled by libra we have lisbon, frankfurt, copenhagen, johannesburg, nottingham and antwerp.
♏️ scorpio opposite 7th house lord ♐️
scorpio is the sign of darkness, hence if you have it opposing your 7th house lord you may get to meet your spouse during nighttime. scorpio is also about sex, so this relationship could start off as a one night stand, or maybe you may meet in a place where sex is involved. you could also meet them in a place that has to do with death or where there's death symbolism, such as a graveyard (I hope not tho lol💀). you two may also be transforming yourselves when you meet, you could be starting a new chapter of your life to leave toxicity behind your shoulders. you could also meet at a place where you need to be naked, such as a beach or at the spa, or again in a place related to finances and money. countries that are ruled by scorpio include angola, morocco, queensland, korea, syria, norway, the transvaal, bavaria, antigua, barbuda, cambodia, dominica, latvia, lebanon, micronesia, panama, turkey, turkmenistan and zambia. cities that are ruled by scorpio include cincinnati, liverpool, newcastle, washington, vienna, baltimore and new orleans.
♐️ sagittarius opposite 7th house lord ♐️
sagittarius rules over foreign lands, so if you have it opposite your 7th house lord you're most likely going to meet your future spouse abroad. or perhaps, they are foreign and they travel to your country. you may also meet them in a place related to foreign culture, so maybe in a place filled with tourists, or perhaps in an exotic restaurant, perhaps at a sushi bar if you're not japanese for example. it may also be time for you for new experiences, perhaps you're doing something for the first time, such as trying a new sport or taking a plane. you may also meet your future spouse in college or in university, or in general in a place where there's teaching of any kind. last but not least, sagittarius is also a very spiritual sign, so you could meet them in a church, or maybe at an event related to religion such as a marriage, a baptism, etc. countries that are ruled by sagittarius include spain, australia, chile, hungary, saudi arabia, bangladesh, barbados, cameroon, kazakhstan, kenya, libya and mauritania. cities that are ruled by sagittarius include budapest, johannesburg, naples, nottingham, sheffield, sunderland, stuttgart and toronto.
♑️ capricorn opposite 7th house lord ♑️
capricorn is ruled by saturn, the planet of responsibilities, therefore if you have this sign opposing your 7th house lord you'll most likely meet your spouse on your workplace. perhaps they're your boss or a co-worker of yours, or maybe they may even be a customer of yours. you'll surely meet them later in life, when you're at least 27/28 years old, or perhaps when you manage to accomplish something really big in your life, not necessarily career-related. countries that are ruled by capricorn include india, bulgaria, mexico, great britain, albania, afghanistan, lithuania, bosnia, brunei, czech republic, haiti, nauru, slovakia and sudan. as for cities that are ruled by capricorn we have brandenburg, brussel, delhi, mexico city, port said, oxford and ghent.
♒️ aquarius opposite 7th house lord ♒️
you may meet your spouse in any place that has to do with electricity, for instance at a movie theater, at a theme park, at an apparel store, and so on. perhaps even on a public transport, such as a train, a taxi or a plane. also, since we're talking about electricity we can also count on internet, therefore if you have aquarius opposing your 7th house lord you have high chances of meeting your future spouse on social media, such as twitter, instagram, etc. or even through dating apps, such as tinder. last but not least, you may also be introduced to your spouse by your friends, or perhaps they could be a part of your group of friends. you may be both best friends and lovers, you would have a very playful and youthful relationship. countries that are ruled by aquarius include iran, finland, new zealand, russia, sweden, syria, ethiopia, the holy vatican city and sri lanka. cities that are ruled by aquarius include brighton, hamburg, helsinki, moscow, salzburg, st. petersburg and bremen.
♓️ pisces opposite 7th house lord ♓️
if you have pisces opposite your 7th house lord, you may first of all meet your future spouse near water. therefore you could meet them at the beach, at an aquarium, at the lake, at the pool, etc. perhaps even at a restaurant that serves seafood and fish, such as a sushi bar. pisces is also about alcohol, therefore you may also meet them in a bar or at a party where there's alcohol. pisces also rules over art and images, therefore you could meet them in a place where there are lots of pictures and paintings, such as a museum, or perhaps even at the movie theater, at a concert, etc. the club would be an option too, as it combines both alcohol and dancing, two pisces related things. also, it could be very late at night, when you're supposed to be sleeping, or perhaps, you're just sleepy or even drunk. last but not least, this placement usually indicates a soulmate or twinflame connection, therefore you may even meet your spouse first in the 5D than in the 3D, perhaps you feel spiritually connected to them even if you haven't met them yet. you could very likely dream of them as well. lastly, pisces is also about healing, so your future spouse may either work in the medicine field or maybe they're some sort of spiritual healer. you could possibly also meet them at the church or in a temple. countries that are ruled by pisces include normandy, north africa, portugal, samoa, egypt, Scandinavia, mauritius, morocco, namibia and tunisia. cities that are ruled by pisces include warsaw, alexandria, grimsby, jerusalem, bournemouth, seville and cowes.
and this is it! let me know in the comments where you're going to meet your spouse, and if you've already met them feel free to say if this post resonated with your experience!
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hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕
Drunken Confessions
Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing
Pairing: jj maybank x reader
Word count: 2.48k
Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.
a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3
3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.
It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.
The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.
There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.
He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.
“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.
You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.
You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.
You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.
Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”
You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“
Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.”
You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day.
He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges.
“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.”
You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant.
Dear JJ,
It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not.
Love, Y/n <3
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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting.
He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.”
You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’
“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.”
-----
JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”
“Did you mean it J?”
“Y/N-”
“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”
JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back.
“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”
You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly.
“Can I kiss you now?”
“Please do.”
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When Y/N is getting tired of staying at home with the baby while Harry tours.
word count: 5k
contains: sexual content, language, a dash of angst
It was still early but Harry didn’t mind. When he was on tour he craved sleep like no other. To be in his bed, spooned around his love, and no alarm set.
However, the deep desire for sleep is just a faraway thought now because he’d rather be sleep deprived and wake up to his curly-haired baby any given day.
He looks to you. Mouth slightly open, face stress-free, and peaceful. Harry hated coming home from tour to see the bags of exhaustion under your eyes from taking care of the baby all by yourself.
He constantly had to swallow back guilt. He tried to do everything to make it up when he was home.
Harry didn’t find touring as exciting and fun as he use to. He sometimes counts down the tour dates until he’s home.
Sometime he can’t wait for the concert to wrap up so he can sneak in a quick FaceTime before you lot head off to bed.
Sasha was two, her birthday near days away, and Y/N had been running around like a mad-woman trying to make sure her party would be perfect.
Y\N sometimes held herself to the exceptions of other celebrities wives. Ballon arches, custom cookies, and beautiful decorations.
However, unlike other celebrities, you did this all yourself. No event planner, nobody except Anne and Gemma.
Harry wants you to sleep as much as possible and allow you the luxury he gets on tour. Sleeping in until noon sometimes in the empty, cold hotel room with nothing else to do.
He can hear Sasha babbling incessantly from her little bed. The little yellow railings preventing her from falling out or escaping.
Harry heaves himself off the bed, tugging on some sweatpants that had been thrown off hurriedly when you’d told him you’d been wet for him since he walked in the door last night.
“Hi, hi little love,” Harry murmurs as he opens the door to her bedroom. The yellow flowers hand-painted from the wall setting the theme for the room.
Sasha was a good baby and an ever better toddler. However, almost as a little teenager, she sure did have her mood swings. They weren’t quite out of the terrible twos stage yet.
She wanted her mom as she stood there.
“No, mummy,” Sasha whines, tugging on Harry’s cross necklace with force after he scooped her up.
“Hey, we don’t do that. Remember we treat people with kindness.”
After a promise of chocolate chips in her pancakes, she agrees to help Harry cook you breakfast.
It was messy and his bare chest was covered in flour. Not quite sure how the little girl had gotten it into her curls but they were managing.
Harry loved watching Sasha play with the cooking utensil. Smacking whisk around, looking quizzically at a spatula.
It made Harry want to buy her a little play kitchen. He was surprised they didn’t already have one. He thinks they might have on in their New York City apartment that they haven’t traveled to recently.
He makes a point while Sasha is chewing at the pancakes to search to find one. He finds a same-day pickup at a local toy store and orders it.
That’s one thing he loved about making so much money. He could spoil you and the baby, his family with everything and anything they want or need.
Y/N always struggled with accepting gifts from Harry but as they years went on and they got married and combined bank accounts. (well she brought a hefty three thousand to the marriage, he graciously gave her full-access to his money).
A few weeks after your wedding, when you went to an ATM to get twenty pounds out for a cash-only restaurant and when the receipt said you two had six-hundred thousand and some change in just one of your CHECKING account - well you nearly almost fainted.
You had been worried about the three pound service fee before seeing that.
Harry could sometimes get ahead of himself. He’s had disposable money since he was sixteen. Y/N would sometimes hum, asking if he really needs a fifteen-thousand dollar wool Gucci coat.
Y/N would make it a point that she doesn’t want Sasha to grow to be materialistic and spoiled. So Harry was scolded every once in a while when he gave into Sasha’s puppy dog eyes.
Maybe not the best decision but he planned to set it up when you were out for lunch this afternoon with a friend. Hopefully, you wouldn’t notice? If he strategically put it in the playroom.
“Mmm, what’s all this?” You murmur, tying your silk robe at the front. Just enough cleavage showing that Harry feels a twitch in his joggers. Sue him, basically everything his wife did turned him on.
“Pancakes, mummy!” Sasha giggles, syrup coating her cheeks and fingers. “Kissy?” Her dad had taught her that.
“Yes baby,” you agree, leaning in to press a kiss to her soft curls, avoiding her sticky mess.
“Kissy?”
You look up to your pouting husband with identical absurdly wild curls from bed.
“Spoiled, you lot,” you tell him before padding over to him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Forever the horny teenager, his large hands finds your bum and pull you closer - deepening the kiss.
“Miss you s’much on tour, all I think about,” he whispers into your mouth. “Your tits, your cun-“
“Harry!” You laugh, smacking at his chest, “Can’t talk like that in front of the baby!”
“She didn’t hear,” he grumbles, giving your arse one last squeeze, “Tonight.”
“Tonight,” you agree back, ignoring the pinch of arousal.
—-
Sasha was putting up a fight when she realized that you were leaving without her. Grabbing at your leg as you tugged on a Gucci sneaker.
“I’ll be back soon, Sash,” you assure her but to no avail.
Her cheeks ruddy red and splotched. Tears staining them as she wails dramatically at the top of her little lungs.
“I don’t know if I should go,” You sigh as Harry wrestles her tiny body off of you so you don’t trip.
“No baby, you need a break. She can’t hold you hostage,” Harry laughs as Sasha wriggles a little in his arms.
“Call me if you need me to come home.”
“I’ll be fine, now go, have a mimosa for me,” Harry smiles down at his daughter who is staring at you like you’ve just killed her beloved pet.
You can’t help but giggle at the glare, “so scary, missy. I’ll see you soon, I love you.”
Sasha buries her nose into Harry’s neck. Her sobs more sad than angry at this point. Which makes your heartbreak a little.
—-
Sasha was getting impatient with her father. As he attempted to figure out how to screw on the oven door to the overcomplicated design.
She occasionally ran off with a piece he needed so it took much longer than he’d thought. But this thing was sophisticated, you pour water into a little tub and it runs through the faucet like a real sink.
Sasha gave her father a wide smile when he had finally told her it was all done. He helped fill the little shopping cart with plastic fruit and veggies.
She was babbling to herself happily, occasionally making sure her dad was still in the room with her.
Harry had grabbed his journal off the kitchen table and was scribbling down mismatched lyrics about how much love he was filled with.
His last two albums were nearly just songs about you. The next one was definitely going to include tracks about his baby.
When he hears the alarm sound and get shut off, he knows your home and he feels a little twinge of anxiety in his stomach.
Distraction? That should work right?
“Hi baby,” Harry greets, planting a kiss on your lips before squatting to untie your sneakers for you.
“Well hello there!” You look around surprised to not see your daughter toddling to you as well. “Is bug sleeping?”
Harry shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck, “Um, no. Just playing in the playroom right now.”
“Was she good?” You asks, noticing he’s changed clothes. He loved to laze around in joggers if he could. “Did you go out?”
“Just for coffee,” he covers, technically - he did grab a coffee for himself at a drive-thru. “How was lunch?”
“Good, mimosas were shit so I only had one. Missed you guys too much. So glad your home,” you sigh into his chest, basking in his tight arms around you.
“Only 73 more concerts to go,” Harry replies.
He can feel your shoulders tense at his lame attempt of a joke. It wasn’t funny to you, not in the slightest.
“Just 73, huh?” You shoot back, untangling yourself from his grip. “Just another eight months away from your wife and baby.”
“Love...” Harry begins, swallowing hard. He was just as emotional as you when it came to it.
You shake your head, swiping at the stray tear, “Just forget it,” you huff before trekking off to see your daughter.
Harry is cautiously trailing behind you with a bowling ball of nerves in his belly.
When you walk into the playroom and see the new kitchen set - you stand nearly frozen in the doorway.
“Mummy! Mumma look at what daddy got me!” She chirps, standing to come to you. You easily lift her up and accept the plastic apple she hands to you proudly.
You feel a tightness in your throat, “it’s so nice, baby.”
“Nice,” she repeats, “come play, mumma.”
“I just got home, give me a few minutes and I’ll be back in,” you promise with a kiss before placing her back down.
She seems satisfied with your answer and scurries back to where she had placed her babydoll on the countertop - feeding it.
“Can we please talk in the kitchen?” You asks, trying your best to keep your voice level in front of your daughter.
Harry dejectedly nods and follows you into the kitchen, dragging his boot-clad feet a little.
“Look, I know your mad, lovie. But I just got the idea and didn’t think too much about it. Know y’don’t want to spoil her but-“
“Do you not listen?” You ask harshly.
He looks at you dumbfounded. Unsure of the question. It sounded like it was a trick question.
“You’re unbelievable!” You whisper-shout so Sasha doesn’t hear.
Harry feels himself getting defensive, “You’re tha’ mad about a bloody toy? I’m her father allowed to buy her things too!”
“No, Harry. It’s not about that. It seems like your so busy with your job that you just tune me out on our calls.”
Harry’s brow furrows. That wasn’t true in the slightest. It was the highlight of his day to hear your voice and how it went at home.
“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Harry snaps, his voice a little louder.
“Go into the storage room off the side of the garage.”
He gives you a confused look but obliges, after trailing through your maze of a house. He reaches the large extra room.
When he opens the door, his heart sinks. He immediately knows why you’re so upset with him.
A beautiful, hand-painted kitchen set is sat with a large pink bow in the room. The hutch saying in cursive, “Sasha’s Kitchen.”
It was her favorite colors - blue and yellow- with painted images of all her favorite characters like Peppa Pig and Blue from Blue’s Clues.
He remembers how excited you were on the phone that night - when you revealed her third birthday present and how perfect the artist had made it.
Harry had been listening -truthfully- but he was also nearly asleep after two encores of Kiwi onstage and a meet and greet backstage.
He felt like shit now. Disappointed in himself for ruining this surprise he knows you were looking forward to giving her in a mere few days.
But the excitement of another kitchen set surely would be lackluster now.
“Baby, m’so sorry,” Harry says quietly, with guilt bubbling in his throat. “I was listening. I just...I forgot.”
“Nothing we can do about it now it,” you bite out. Disappointed at the ruin surprised making you prickle with anger towards your forgetful husband.
Harry begins to apologize once again but you don’t let him, “I need to put her down for a nap.”
—
You drift off as well in your bed- taking advantage of Sasha being asleep in the next room over.
Harry doesn’t quite know how to fix this situation. He’s much too embarrassed to call his mum or sister who would just give him another earful.
He felt like being on tour has been mucking everything up. He loved his job, most days. But days like today - he wishes to never see a recording studio or microphone again.
Harry’s pondering all this when he hears a cry from the baby’s room.
Sasha is stood, bleary-eyes with a sad frown as her father enters.
“Sweet pea, what’s the sad face for?” He hums as he tucks her into the curve of his slim hip. Bringing her down onto the main level so you aren’t awoken.
“Daddy, kitchen?” She sniffles, pointing towards her playroom.
He shakes his head. Deciding the least he can do is bathe her so you wouldn’t need to later. She still had remnants of fruit pouch in her cheeks.
“No, darling. S’bath time. Then you can play,” he boots her nose. Snatching some clean baby clothes from where they’re folded and waited to be put away on the coffee table.
“No no no,” she whimpers angrily, shaking her head and smacking her arm against her father’s tattooed chest.
“Sasha Anne, no hitting, absolutely not,” Harry uses his firm father’s voice that he didn’t have to pull out very often.
“No bath, daddy, no!” She wails with all the dramatics of an A-List actor.
“Hey, mumma’s sleeping. We cannot yell,” her father hushes her as he trails into the bathroom.
“Mean daddy!” She exclaims as he wrestles her into the tub. Splashing the water and wriggling away everytime he tries to cup water over her head to rid her of the shampoo.
“I know, I know, so mean,” he acknowledges sympathetically. A headache arising in the front of his skull from his baby’s high pitch noises and shouts.
After another fight into clothes, she’s still not happy when she’s sat in front of her kitchen. She throws the plastic toys around and whining anytime Harry moves an inch.
He’s feeling a little overwhelmed if he’s honest. With his worry about your precious argument and the unusual tactics of your toddler - he was stressed out.
“Binky,” Sasha looks expectantly at her father.
Oh, good idea. She loves that.
Harry can’t find any lying around like usual so he digs through the drawers around the living room until he finds one.
After cleaning it off, he hands it to her and she pops it in her mouth happily. Her attention now direction back towards her new toy.
He let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t quite sure how you did this alone so much of the time.
—
When you finally wake from a fitful nap, you hear noise from the playroom. You’re still extremely frustrated with your husband but it’s less intense. Until...
Until you walk in and Sasha turns around, smiling around a binky you surely thought you’d thrown away.
Sasha was getting too old for a pacifier - even though she was just using it when she was really upset or at night.
You’d been binky-free for three weeks. And all the crying and tears from your daughter where now meaningless.
“Where did she get that pacifier?” You grit out.
You had told him multiple times you were weaning her off of it.
“She was fussy. I gave it to her, tha’ alright?” He asks cluelessly.
“Harry! I’ve told you so so many times that I’d been weaning her off of it. She just stopped crying about it a week ago!”
“I told you about this - just like the kitchen. God, you get so goddamn wrapped up in your career that you forget important things like this!”
“Baby...” Harry whimpers, hands up in surrender. “I keep, I keep messing up. I’m - I don’t know where my mind is.”
“I’ll tell you were your mind is, Harry. In the countries your traveling to, the concerts your performing at. You promised me...you fucking promised when we started trying for a baby this stuff wouldn’t happen!!”
Harry’s face crumples, “yo-you’re my everything, lovie. You and bug. None of this means anything without you. I’ll quit music, never write another lyric or sing another note if that’s what you want from me.”
He meant that fully heartedly too.
When he wrote If I Could Fly and write the lyrics, “I’ll give up everything, just ask me to.”
The fans, the producers, you - don’t truly know how much he was being truthful in the lyrics.
“I would never ask you to do that. I want you to do what you love but I want you to follow through for your family!”
At your raised tons, Sasha begins to whine, looking with wide, concerned eyes.
“Mummy?”
With that, you scoop her up. “M’going to your mums. I’ll be back later.”
Harry watches anxiously as you pack Sasha’s bag. He feels useless as he hands your her fruit pouches and crackers from the pantry.
As you snatch the car keys from the entry tables, Harry asks in a near whisper, “What’s going on? I’m so lost.”
“I’m lost too. I jus-just can’t keep doing this. It’s too hard for you to be away from us like this. I feel like a single mom sometimes.”
With that, you’re out the door and on your way to your mother-in-laws.
For the first time ever, Harry had a fleeting thought that you’re going to divorce him. He knows it’s not just about the toy and the pacifier.
He hasn’t been home enough. As much as he tries, the FaceTimes don’t make the distance and time apart any easier.
You have all the responsibility of this little human and your heart twinges on days you’re missing you husband and you constantly at met with his little replica.
Harry feels like he’s going to have a panic attack. He’s only had a handful in his lifetime but this one was intense.
He grabs his phone and dials the number to his best friend. He really needed a shoulder to cry on right now.
“Hey mate! What’s good, big boy?” The Irish man belts into the phone only to be met with sniffles and tears.
“Niall, I don’t know what to do.”
—
Anne was expecting you. She had set up tea with little cake in the back garden. Sasha was excited to chase the cats around the greenery. Her cute jumpsuit sodden with dirt and grass stains in no time.
“I’m sick of being at home alone all the time with Sasha. I miss Harry too much, she misses him too much,” you croak, attempting to keep your tears at bay.
“I want Harry to continue his career and live his dream. Most people never get the chance he’s gotten. I-I just need him.”
“Oh honey,” she rubs my hand soothingly, “I can only imagine. I know I missed him fiercely to the point it was unbearable when he was sixteen. I still miss him too.”
“I...I’m going to sound like such a bad mother,” you take a deep breathe, “would I be a bad mum if Sash and I joined Harry on tour?”
“Do you think that’d make you a bad mum?” Anne asks softly, a small smile on her face.
“No, I don’t think. I’d be happier because I’d be with Harry and we could actually be a married couple 24/7. She would get to see her dad everyday.”
“I think you’ve found you answer,” Anne chuckles, pouring more hot water into your cups.
“It will be so stressful.”
“More stressful than it is now?” Anne replies.
“Nothing can be more stressful than right now.”
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The talk witdh Niall helped only a little bit but enough to not feel like he’s going to vomit every other minute.
He was worried you were going to come in here and ask him for a divorce because he couldn’t follow through on his promises as a husband and a father.
Harry was ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening. He’s not above groveling and begging for you to stay.
It is dark when you pull in, toting in a sleeping child in your arms that you pass off to Harry who’s waiting at the front door.
He tucks his baby into her bed, tugging the blankets over her, and staring down at her sweet, cherub face for a little longer than usual before heading into your master.
You’re sat on the corner of the bed, biting your lip, and playing with you flashy large diamond ring as a force of habit.
“Baby...” Harry rasps, not touching you but kneeling down in front of you.
“I can’t do what we’re doing anymore,” you begin, completely unaware that Harry thinks you’re about to ask for a divorce.
“I don’t think you’re going to agree with what I have to say, but I think it’s the best,” you swallow harshly, hoping he doesn’t shoot down the proposition.
“Please, I’ll do anything, lovie. Don’t leave me, don’t divorce me. I’ll do anything’ you want, sweetheart. Please, I need you. I’m so inlove with you.”
Harry is full on sobbing by this point, hanging his head against your knees as he attempts to catch his breath but finding it hard.
“Harry!” You murmur in confusion “baby, look at me, please?”
It takes him a moment to meet your eyes, your face is soft but wrinkled in concern.
“What are you talking about? Divorce?” You choke out the words. Never in a million years would you willingly agree to part from your husband.
“I know I’ve been fuckin’ up. I can’t bloody figure out how to balance shit. I’ve not followed through and neglected you n’ the baby. I’m a bad husband and a bad dad.”
“Hey,” you said with force, bringing your hand under his chin so he has to keep eye contact. “Do not ever say something like that again. You are the best husband and father. You provide for us. You love us more than I’ve thought possible. You’re perfect for Sasha and I.”
“You said you couldn’t do this anymore,” Harry chokes out, letting his ringed hands rest on the tops of your thighs. His diamond wedding rand flashing in the light.
“Oh, H. I’m sorry - I didn’t mean with you.” You chuckle lightly, “how could you ever possibly think I’d leave you, pet?”
He shakes his head, “it’s because y’too good for me. Don’t deserve you.”
“Hush,” you hums, running a hand through his curls. “I know how to fix this.”
“How? I’ll do anything f’you,” Harry would agree to jump off The Empire State Building for you without a second thought.
“The baba and I are going to join you on tour. I know we agreed it’s be too much but I can’t imagine it can be any harder than this.”
Harry’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.
“That’s if you’ll have us,” you whisper coyly, excited by his reaction.
“Yeah, baby. It means I get to fuck you every night,” Harry growls pushing you back and up into the bed before crawling on top of you.
“A teenage boy, I swear,” you giggle, flushed just thinking about how much more time you’ll have together.
“S’it so bad I want t’fuck my wife? That I’m so bloody gone for you that I’d do anything f’you?” He presses against your lips before demanding entrance.
“You can have me in your bed every night,” you agree, letting his tongue twist with yours with fever and urgency.
“Mmm, only groupie I’ll ever need.”
“Shut up,” you laugh, allowing him to slip your shirt over your head and attach his lips to your collarbone.
“Can’t wait to fuck you in every country - like we did when you toured with me before the bab.”
When he tosses your bra across the room, you gasp at his mouth finding your nipple instantly. Nipping and suckling at the sensitive nerves with intent.
His hand doesn’t waste anytime, skillfully unbuttoning your jeans and zip with one hand before cramming his large palm inside to cup you in his hand.
“Only pussy I want, fuckin’ made for me,” he groans at the warm wetness he feel through the thin underwear. The tips of his fingers stroke over your clit with confident movements.
“Stop teasing!” You whine, wriggling out of your jeans and panties in one go. Harry is still completely dressed above you - which shouldn’t be sexy but it is.
“Don’t know how I thought you’d ever leave me. Y’fucking obsessed with my cock,” he laughs - sure of himself now.
“If you don’t touch me, I swear-“
“I’ve got you lovie, best wife ever, y’know? Just wanna please you,” he promises the damp skin on your neck, landing nips and bites that will surely leave a mark.
“Then please me,” you demand, your tone a higher pitch than usual for your arousal.
You’re rolling your hips upwards to meet his jean-clad center. The friction feels delicious against your sensitive nerves.
Harry takes hold of your hip with one hand to halt your grinding, his other hand finding your heat and without hesitation - slides two thick fingers into you.
“H, yeah,” y/n moans, rolling her hips down to meet his hand. Her arousal coating his knuckles and he can’t describe how sexy that is.
He curls his fingers towards the top of you tight wall, finding the little spongey spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering.
“Oh, did I find the spot, love?” Harry teases like he doesn’t know. He’s been an expert in pleasuring you for the past eight years.
“Yes baby, m’gonna come,” you nearly slur with pleasure. The cold metal of his rings brushing against your heated folds in relief.
“Only gonna let you come - if you promise me you’ll come again f’me.”
“I will, H. I wil-“
“Ssh, s’okay. Give it to me, my love,” Harry croons sweetly, leaning to suck a nipple as he speeds up his minstrations.
Your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, your hips meeting his curled fingers on every thrust as he pushes you over the edge, “fu-fuck,” you moan, trying your best to keep your voice down.
“Tha’s it. M’wife looks so fuckin’ gorgeous when she’s coming on my fingers. Need you on my cock,” Harry grunts, removing his fingers and working to get his clothes off as fast as possible.
He’s positioning himself at your entrance with intent, wasting no time pushing in. No matter how many times you took him - it was always a stretch but it was immensely pleasurable.
“Love you, love our family. Can’t wait f’you two to join me on tour,” Harry pants, attempting to keep his thrust slow and meaningful but he was so turned on he was already becoming sloppy.
“S’going to be so nice. Spend everyday with my husband,” you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your feet on his bum. You can feel the muscle flexing from his thrusts.
“Yeah, never get tired of hearin’ that word.”
“Husband?” You giggle, “we’ve been married for five years.”
“Still can’t believe you agreed to,” Harry murmurs, his lips pressed against your temple as he becomes more determined. His thumb finding your clit and giving it hard, tight rubs.
Harry could have anyone he wanted. Millions of people lusted after him. It was hard to believe sometimes that he only wanted you. But in moments like this, you never questioned it.
“You’re ridiculous,” you tell him, biting his full bottom lip.
He growls, “hush up. Let me fuck you, yeah?”
With that, the only thing that leaves your mouth is whines and gasps as he hits your spot on every fluid thrust with a determined thumb on your nerves.
“Cl-close,” Y/N shutters, legs quivering with sensitivity and arousal.
“Baby, baby wait f’me, m’close,” he begs against your skin, licking and kissing wherever he can reach. He speeds up his movements and you fell him tensing up, his mouth dripping open in an o shape and his eyes squeezing shut - his telltale sign.
You allow yourself to let go at that point and ride out the waves of intense climax with him as he weakly thrust a few more times until he lays his weight on top of you.
“The bubby is going to love South America,” Harry smiles into your mouth. His large palms massaging at your shaky, wet thighs.
“I think she’s going to love being with her daddy more,” Y/N replies, a hand coming to cup his jaw in a slow, languid twist.
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Introvert meets Extrovert
(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you enjoy it, Sweetheart :)
Summary: How does life for Spencer look like with an extremely extroverted baby?
Warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol
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To Spencer, it was always clear as day that a child doesn’t inherit all, or even specific, character traits of their parents. After all it’s a complete new human being, not a shift+c shift+v programme line. Still, some things come out as a shock to him, now being the father to a one year old baby.
“Baby, are you excited to go to Auntie JJ’s for Henry’s birthday party? She told me at work that Micheal is thrilled to play with you again!” Spencer talks to his daughter and kicks her legs in the air to get a laugh out of her while changing her diaper. Even though they are in the middle of potty training and he already packed an extra set of clothes for her in case (Y/N) throws an (admittedly understandable) fit about wearing a diaper in the day, he wants to prevent any incidents and meltdowns because of wet clothes. After all, he still has to get her to go to the toilet and sit her down, because she may feel the need, but postpone it when she is busy playing.
“Yes”, she giggles and puts her balled fists into her mouth. Spencer smiles, adoration written all over his face. The bliss of moments like these remind him that the struggles he went through and will go through are all worth it. Worth to see her smile, hear her laugh, listen to her proclamation of love between baby gibberish.
The father puts a pair of her playpants on, which is essentially a pair of leggings that already has a few holes and various stains on them. It won’t be a problem if they get dirtier, he will just throw them out after this day. It’s not like his baby girl doesn’t have enough clothes, especially with Penelope Garcia as an aunt and Emily Prentiss as a godmother. You may not believe this, but going shopping for baby/toddler articles brings the agent more fun than she dares to admit.
Not long after putting (Y/N)’s last sock on, the small family is on their way to the party. Spencer tries to manage his way through the subway station with his little one in one arm and pushing a stroller at the same time. Somehow he gets onto a train without causing any altercations and sits down on a bank with a sigh. He puts (Y/N) back into her stroller and straps her in. Despite her age she can be a wiggly monster and when her father isn’t paying attention for a few seconds she may sit right next to him. It has to be some kind of magic.
“Ok Sweetheart. We are riding this train for five stations. Do you want your book for entertainment?” Excitedly the baby claps and makes happy noises. Smiling at her antics, Spencer fishes a child book from his satchel and puts it on the table attached to the stroller before cracking his own open.
While getting lost in it, little (Y/N) takes a look around and sees a few people throwing her smiley faces. Audience, that’s good. In a semi dramatic fashion she tries to clear her throat, just like the people who held these big speeches her father took her with him. Then she opens the book and begins to “read” it. In reality it’s just a bit of baby gibberish with a few short sentences the girl memorized from Spencer reading it over and over again to her. What can she say, it’s her favorite book.
“Excuse me”, a nice looking lady interrupts Spencer’s continuous page turning, “This little one of yours really is such a sweetheart. I’m sure she got that outgoing personality from her momma.” The father throws a glance towards his daughter, spotting her being the entertainer she is since day one.
He smiles at the mention of her mother. “Not really, nobody knows where she got that. Nonetheless, it brightens my day.” After a look at the sign that shows the next stops, he gives the woman an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry to cut this short, but we have to get off now.” She assures him that it’s fine and compliments his parenting before the train stops and Spencer maneuvers the stroller off.
On their way to the Jareau-LaMontagne house (Y/N) keeps herself entertained by singing rather loudly songs her babysitter taught her. Her father kind of ducks away under all of the “aaaws” and loving glances he gets. Getting this kind of attention is not something he enjoys, but endures because his daughter loves it.
Finally they arrive and the birthday party is in full swing. Spencer gets her out of the stroller and puts (Y/N) down at the first patch of grass. Immediately she crawls up to Micheal, while her father greets JJ, Will and the rest of his colleagues.
“Hello (Y/N)”, Emily gushes, kneeling down to be more on the same eye level with her goddaughter. “You got sooo big, can you please stop growing,” She throws the baby a dirty look, who squeals and goes up to her aunt. Of course the agent picks the child up and the little one strikes up a conversation out of baby gibberish and a few actual words while playing with her raven black hair.
Against everyone’s beliefs, Emily really is interested in what (Y/N) has to say, even though she doesn’t understand half the things. Still, she tries to engage in the conversation (Spencer also appreciates it, because it’s improving her speaking skills).
While all the kids, Henry and his friends as well as the two babies/toddlers, play, the adults prepare dinner and talk about the things that happened recently. Especially their children’s (or godchildren’s) milestones are swept between them and gushed at.
“I don’t know where she got it,” Spencer starts and tells the story of his daughter being an entertainer for everyone on the train. It’s always a good laugh around them hearing about the youngest Reid and her extrovertness.
“Maybe she was swapped at the hospital?” Derek muses before taking a sip from his beer. Another laugh. “That’s not possible”, Rossi counters, “Boy Genius over there watched her the whole time like a hawk. There is no chance she was mistaken. He was there every step the doctors took with that girl in their arms outside the room.”
“Also, she has so many of his character traits, there is no use in denying her, Reid”, Hotch says with his signature Small-Smile. Spencer laughs, knowing that his friends are right. “You know, something like that doesn’t have to be passed down genetically. It’s just how some kids are and I think it suits her. It makes (Y/N) (Y/N).”
Just as he ends his sentence, he spots his child playing with some of Henry’s friends, despite their age difference. This makes the father smile.
They may be two ends of the same stick, but that’s ok. Not everybody is the same and it makes them love each other even more.
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here are some thots and ideas i had for the sugar daddy brawl. ofc you’re welcome to use or not use anything i throw your way. i just enjoy bouncing ideas off you!
an idea for andy. he was born into a political dynasty and likely stands to lose the most if the arrangement is exposed, as his career hinges heavily upon public opinion. he is the only married man in the bunch, but his marriage is a sexless stepford nightmare that only benefits his image. i have this image in my head of the reader rifling through laurie’s side of the closet in one of andy’s crisp button downs while he’s sprawled on the bed and she’s critiquing her fashion choices and trying on her clothes.
an idea for ransom. he was the reader's dealer, getting her and her rich friends high in the back of town cars on the way to the clubs. he’s renowned for his partying and womanizing and ofc being the heir to blood like wine publishing. bratvbrat is really the only other thing i have to say about ransom. the banter and bickering alone. chef's kiss.
an idea for ari. he is the eccentric and spontaneous type of rich. he’s the most likely to call you at 3am and tell you to get ready to board a plane in an hour because he wants steak in argentina. he thrives on adrenaline and vagabonding and could possibly be the most sexually adventurous. he made his fortune in wine and liquor. also, he’s d(ex)bf.
an idea for curtis. i see him working with his hands, so perhaps some sort of engineer?? having been the protege of one of the most wealthy and influential men in the business world, he now holds the titles of ceo and lead designer at wilford industries. he's a workaholic, so having a sugar baby is actually super convenient for him.
- bratty spice x
BRATTY SPICE LET ME KITH YOU ON YOUR PRETTY HEAD😚 I love all of these ideas and definitely wouldn't have thought of them myself, so thank you so much bestie !!
let's go sluts: this au has some dark elements !! (TW dark, drug use)
oki, so I've thought about it, and this au isn't dark (like CL) but maybe it has some soft dark elements with mean characters ?? I don't know if I'd label it with dark!Steve or dark!any other characters, but this is just a concept right now, nothing is set in stone yet, so we'll see where it ends up !!
Andy: I can totally see the sexless marriage, the tabloids about the posh and family friendly couple attending local school fairs, hosting charity balls and all that. omg after he fucks you in the bed he shares with his wife, perhaps some ✨drama✨ happens, and you purposefully leave one of your panties by her clothes. this goes two ways: either Laurie stays with Andy for their image and the money, bc it would tear both their reputations to bits, especially bc he's running for senator.
Ransom: BRATVBRAT YES !! god, the dealer part too😮💨😮💨 he's got the best of the best, top tier, 'you'll sell your entire life savings' for a taste. he's got that notoriety of fuelling every legendary party, even the higher-ups love him (aka some other government officials/people who definitely shouldn't be dabbling in his merchandise). even though he's a brat, I can see him being a brat tamer with you, "your daddy screwed over a lot of important people—some of my most loyal costumers too. tell me, sweetheart, who do you think is going to make up for the missing digits in my bank account?"
Ari: he's so filthy rich that time doesn't even matter, you have other plans? no you don't, not when he says you don't. probably the sweetest of the daddies and the most sexually adventurous, he makes it a point that you both are mile high club elites. he takes you on trips across the world and yachts, treating you all the time, flaunting you in front of his other friends/bitter exes who still call him up hoping to patch things up. Ari doesn't care about them, or the gossip, he just cares about his business and getting what he's rightfully owed, oh, and you ofc.
Curtis: mhm he worked his way up the ranks and now needs some sweet loving and someone to spend time/money on. he's lonely, a workaholic and constantly has someone ringing his cell, he just needs a break, a new change of pace. he's even a little cold at first, when you first came up to him for the 'arrangement,' he wasn't expecting something like that. he takes the most convincing of the daddies, that is until Andy Barber sends him a clip of you riding his cock, moaning about no one ever making you feel that good—and Curtis never backs down from a challenge.
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friends don’t kiss me like you do
summary: lou and debbie have to fight their feelings for each other while working/living together + one very jealous lou miller.
length: long (and gay) enough
warnings: extreme fluff!! and a little angst
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“Just leave it there, TamTam, Jesus.” Debbie spoke with an angry tone while Tammy was sitting at the other end of Lou’s couch, trying to fix Debbie’s heel that broke when she and Tammy ran home together after getting out of the cab on a rainy New York city night.
Debbie almost twisted her ankle stepping on a cobblestone and Tammy laughed, tugging her arm and helping Debbie steady herself, but one of her heels was now wrecked and the brunette was cursing under her breath, meeting an impatient Lou waiting for them by the door, whispering “what the fuck” when both women showed up looking like train wrecks, both a little drunk too. It was supposed to be a business dinner with one of Debbie’s old friends who worked at the bank, and it ended up with margaritas and endless vodka shots.
Lou was a bit hurt, not ever admitting that to anyone, that Debbie didn’t ask her to come with her, calling Tammy instead. Sure, Tammy was her best friend too, but she wasn’t Lou, and Lou wondered why not just ask her when Tammy had to leave four snotty kids at home and Lou was always just… there. She welcomed their drunk mess with tea and dry towels, and now she was watching the silly shatter from the kitchen as Debbie snatched the heel from Tammy’s hand with a giggle.
“Leave it to me, honey, I can do it.” Lou knew it was all part of the banter, but hearing someone else call Debbie those stupid pet names was one of the worst things she’d ever witnessed. It only made her wanna throw up, thinking she’d been somehow replaced by Tammy as the best friend, and maybe as something else too. And it hurt her even more that Tammy was her friend, and that now she was starting to act and think like an immature teenager. Put it together, Miller.
.
Lou was in love. She couldn’t deny it. As much as she really, really, truly wanted to. She and Debbie had decided on staying “just friends” until they could really work things out between them and also get the heist successfully done. But every time Lou let time pass carelessly she’d find herself attached to the brunette, physically, almost too many times.
It would either happen after Debbie had a rough day assembling new members for the team or after Lou didn’t have a good day at the club. They would always find comfort in each other after midnight when Lou was about to go to bed but Debbie always stopped her before the australian could even step into her bedroom.
It was 1am, Debbie was sure because she’d had dinner with Lou three hours ago when she came back from the club, and afterwards she texted Tammy good night, assuring her that she was okay and thanking her for the help with the banker guy the other day, “also, fuck you, I ruined one good pair of heels because you thought you were Usain Bolt in the rain.”
She heard Lou turn off the kitchen lights and knew the australian was headed to bed, and she suddenly lost interest in the cooking book she was reading. It was Lou’s and she wasn’t even so sure Lou herself actually ever read that thing ever, but it was something to kill her time.
“Lou? Can I sleep with you?” the whisper filled the silent living room. All the lights were out except for the yellow ray from the creepy skull lamp Lou had gotten as a gift from her brother Rusty, she put it on her coffee table at first not really knowing what to do with it and she would always find Debbie sitting by the corner of her couch, using the light to read in the dark. She liked to sit there because she could always see when Lou walked around the place.
Debbie’s eyes followed her like a flashlight and even after almost fifteen years of knowing that woman the effect the australian had on her was still the same. Lou didn’t change at all. Being in prison for five years, she missed seeing that on the daily, and to her surprise, the first night she spent with Lou felt like home again. She never got used to being without Lou. And Lou didn’t either.
It would all fade to black again when Debbie decided to distance herself from those feelings, from Lou. She couldn’t escape the fear of fucking things up with the most important person in her life, so she would pretend to look away when Lou looked at her with that look, wouldn’t go out with her even just to run some stupid errands when Lou asked her to, every moment did something to her and she couldn’t bear it anymore. She couldn’t bare being Lou’s sidekick, even if she knew she wasn’t just that to her.
“Can I?” she whispered again.
“You- uh-“ Lou looked her up and down, her body covered by the robe she hadn’t known the brunette borrowed from her. She smirked, thinking about how she too would often just grab some of Debbie’s clothes and not even give them back later.
“I know we’ve talked about it. It’s not that. I mean- I just can’t sleep. I’m probably reading this stupid book for the 20th time only because I can never fucking sleep. It’s hard, without…” Debbie’s eyes would start to get watery if she hadn’t known any better, feeling so vulnerable in front of her partner. But she felt grateful for Lou’s silly smile growing wider, and the pang of pity as well. Usually that would piss her off, make her feel like she was nothing, like people were always just trying to be nice to her out of politeness and not because they cared for her, but this was Lou. And she knew the truth whenever it came to Lou.
“Yes, c’mon. Leave the bloody book there.” Lou walked to where the brunette was sitting on the couch and helped her stand up, grabbing the book with her right hand and Debbie’s waist with the other. Debbie looked at her with guilt in her eyes.
“Lou, I…”
“Yeah?” she watched the blonde rub her eyes in a sleepy way before yawning and sticking out a hand to her in the most loving, Lou way possible.
“Nothing. Thank you.” she closed her brown cardigan tighter around her shivering body, taking Lou’s hand and walking upstairs to Lou’s room.
Lou let Debbie make herself at home as the brunette tucked herself in and waited for her on her side of the bed. Lou usually slept in the middle of the bed, but she didn’t mind this, at all. The room was a bit dark and had one big window that shone the night lights from the shore outside. Lou loved hearing the waves break inside her head and how the shadows coming from outside the window made living shadows on her walls, it always helped her fall asleep faster, but tonight she didn’t mind that either. This was one of those nights where Debbie was all she would think of. Touching her and having her scent all over her and the room, felt like she could stay like that forever, falling asleep in the brunette’s arms as she scared Debbie’s nightmares away.
She cuddled closer to her, feeling the Ocean sniff her neck as they held each other tight, and Lou covered both their bodies with the heavy white blankets.
“I think we forgot to turn off the lamp, Lou.” Debbie whispered as she felt the blonde run her fingers across her arms.
“What?” Lou glanced at her, confused, making Debbie flush at how cute her stupid little frown was.
“In the living room.”
“Oh. That’s okay, Debs. Just sleep, alright?” she kissed the crown of Debbie’s head and held her like that, letting Debbie get closer and closer. “And you never know, maybe Tam will wanna barge in in the middle of the night to try and fix your heel for you. She might need the light to see.”
“Lou.” Debbie warned, holding back a chuckle.
“Sorry. It’s true.” Lou laughed, turning her back to Debbie.
“Lou?” Debbie called again, almost too scared to speak up.
“Yeah, Debs?” she answered like a mother angry at her child, making them both laugh.
“I miss this.” Lou’s heart stopped, and she looked at those dark eyes facing her in the dark. She could barely see Debbie, but she knew every inch of that face and that woman even more than herself.
“You miss sleeping with me, Ocean? Well that’s fucking impossible because you’re always in my bed.” they shared a laugh and Debbie rolled her eyes.
“You know what I mean, Lou.”
“I do.” Lou could feel her heart break inside her chest like never before. They both knew what they felt for each other, and how they’d left things between them before Debbie went to jail, and they hadn’t walked so far from that point after she got out. Five years later. They just knew it was still there, all of it. The painful silence, the electric touches, the desperate exchange of looks in a crowded room. The longing.
But they had agreed on staying like this for a while and that was the plan the had to stick with no matter what. No matter how much they wanted to go home together after a party with the team and just jump at each other with kisses and teeth, no matter how bad they were in love with each other in a way that nothing else could ever live rent free in their minds like each other.
“I miss… sleeping with you.” Lou smirked, covering her face with her arm.
“We really had it all didn’t we?” the australian whispered.
“We still can.” Debbie said, almost like a plead.
Lou shook her head, lying with her back facing the ceiling and her elbows supporting her weight.
“We couldn’t figure it out back then, Debs. What makes you think we could now?” Debbie cupped her face, bringing it impossibly close to hers.
“We were young, Lou. And stupid.”
“Yeah, well-“ the blonde scoffed, thinking about a 19 year old Debbie Ocean kissing her for the first time. “We still are. Stupid, at least.”
“I wanna be stupid together.” her voice came out broken, her hands finding Lou’s above her brown locks. Lou smiled.
“You do?”
“Yeah. I really fucking do. I can’t be just friends. I wanna kiss you all the time and every fucking day and I wanna be able to tell people that I’m yours and you’re min-“
Lou’s lips met hers with a calm pace, both in a way of saying “please shut the fuck up” and “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
“I wanna be stupid together, too.” Lou whispered, kissing her again, and again, and again, and again, until they were both finally deep asleep.
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