Literally One Of The Best Bog Fics Ever🫶🏻🫶🏻
Literally one of the best Bog fics ever🫶🏻🫶🏻
SAVING GRACE 2.0 | h. lewis
summary: y/n and harry go on the saving grace podcast and discuss the firsts in their relationship, making the other cry, play mr and mrs and vote who’s hornier! [22k+ words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: someone take tumblr away from me because who the hell is writing 20k fics on here?? am i ok?? 🥴 yeah, i hope this explains the long wait. hopingggg you all love it, i tried to pack it full of things we’ve discussed on here and make it cute, and again, if it wasn’t brought up - i promise it will be brought up in other pod fics i have planned - hopefully not as long as 20k . . 🥴 anyway! like and reblog, plsss let me know what you think! what was your fav part? what didn’t you expect?! lots of love 😚 don’t forget to reblog! <333
“WELCOME BACK EVERYONE to another episode of Saving Grace where today I’ve been informed what is probably one of the most exclusive pod episodes I’ll get on this channel because getting this guest on here was like a one in a million chance according to my management—” Grace shot a look to the camera as she held a hand out to her two guests to her right, “Mr Harry Wroetoshaw and his Mrs!”
You both took that moment to smile at the camera, Harry removing his hand from his hoodie to give a small, awkward wave.
“Welcome back!”
“Thank you!”
“Please introduce yourselves for the people who may or may not know you, although I highly doubt it.”
You and Harry looked to each other, waiting for the other to do so. “I’m Y/n,” you looked to the camera, “this is Harry. You may know him from the Sidemen. W2S,” your hand hit his chest, “I’m the gold digger girlfriend.” The pair laughed at your remark, Grace recalling your last convo while Harry shook his head.
“Thank you both for being here, honestly, Cal has hyped this up so much, I’m almost nervous,” she fanned herself.
“I know, I’m surprised we’ve both got here today,” you smiled at her, and then to Harry who was still fairly quiet.
“She has all the ground rules laid down for me.”
“What?” Grace laughed.
“I said to him on the way here, I was like ‘you better not be sarcastic all the time and leave me to do all the talking.’ ‘You better not be on your phone,’” you rambled as Grace laughed next to you as she linked the situation to a parent telling their child to behave before attending a social setting.
“You make it sound like— you make it look like you had to drag me!—”
“He hates — Grace, he hates everywhere. Don’t take offence, he doesn’t wanna be anywhere,” you apologised and she laughed more.
“How— how did you get him here today? Because Freezy was stunned when I told him you told me you were both coming,” she laughed, and Harry felt bad with how awful that sounded. . . but he still couldn’t believe he’d agreed to it either. “How?! What negotiation was formed, what deal? What did she do for you? Has she promised you a fun time later or was it blackmail?”
You chuckled at her wink to you. Harry looked at you and you were the one rolling her eyes at the agreement you’d came to, “we didn’t have one, I’d convinced him to come anyway and then the boys - I dunno! It was all fine and then last night, you were texting the boys—”
“I was not.”
“You were! You literally only pitched it last night like it was a clever idea ‘cause you were talking to the boys!”
“No.”
“Okay.” You looked to the side. “There was no deal but he - literally before walking out the door, he was like ‘if I’m going on this, you have to go on Pitchside next week’. So,” you rolled your head to Grace.
“Pitchside?”
“It’s anoth - it’s his friends podcast, they watch football matches every week and,” you waved it off.
“Why do they want you there for?” She laughed.
“So they can take the piss out of me.”
Harry laughed out loud beside you because it was true.
“What the hell, that’s so random?” she laughed. “Well, glad you’re both here anyway. I’m excited to dig into our convo, do you both need a drink before we start? Y/n do you want to sort yourselves?”
“Sure, I know my way around here,” you both laughed, jumping to the back to pick a bottle of drink to mix. “Do you want Gin or Malibu or a beer or—”
“I’ll take . . yeah I'll take a beer for now,” Harry sat up as you passed him a bottle.
“Of course. We’ve got time. We’ll get to the hard stuff, don’t worry,” Grace winked to the camera as you both laughed. “How are you both? What were you doing before you came here?”
“Cleaning his dirty football boots,” you measured the amount in the glass, allowing the viewers to picture you standing over the kitchen sink scrubbing the grassy pair of yellow boots.
“As you do,” she chuckled, “what about you, you seem a booked and busy man. Day off?”
You kept quiet so Harry would actually talk.
“Yeah, yeah,” he didn’t deny, scratching his head, “I’m good, I’m–I’m impressed by the - the studio setup you know. Good Management.”
“Yeah, the boss is a bit of a wanker but he’s good at what he does,” Grace went along with a diss for Calfreezy which Harry liked and laughed at. You smiled by the bar, setting the bottle back. “He’s not in the office today so I don’t worry about any interruptions.”
“Thank God,” Harry rolled his head to his shoulder.
“Cheers guys!” Grace raised her glass as you both clinked your things, “let’s get to it! So!”
“So,” you both echoed.
“I’m starring at one of the most beloved Youtube couples — the UK’s most beloved couple it feels, and yet, you never meant for this to happen, it wasn’t intentional, was it?”
“No,” Harry agreed, keeping comfy laying in the chair with his hands in his hoodie pocket.
“We spoke last time you were here about the privacy of your relationship and how you originally wanted to keep her in the dark, correct?” She included you both.
Harry nodded.
You tried not to laugh at him. You’d have thought he was sitting in his own home with how chilled he was behaving, you almost wanted to pull him to sit up straighter. Nice to know he was comfortable.
“How have you got to this point? When did — run me through the timeline. Let’s hear your point of view,” she pointed to Harry with interlocked hands before settling them by her lips like an investigator.
He exhaled a long breath, looking at the ceiling as he thought up an answer, “so . . I . .” he looked to you, “it started not long after we were together, I was just making videos in my room and compared to now—”
“—he was just making videos in his room but for his 800,000 subscribers,” you mocked his words as he downplayed them.
“It wasn’t 800,000–”
“IT WAS!”
“EIGHT-HUNDRED THOUSAND?! WHAT?!”
“I remembered he used to say he did YouTube and I didn’t really care, I was like fair, he had about 800 which was a lot to me anyway,” you emphasized, “I thought ‘oh, he’s good at what he does’ — NO. 800K!”
“Just from being in your room?! Just before Sidemen?”
“Wellll before Sidemen he was established.”
“Wait, how long - when was Sidemen created? 2015? 16?”
“Technically 2013 but we started posting 2014.” Harry confirmed.
Grace paused, mouth dropped, and almost fell out of her seat, “WAIT — SO HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN TOGETHER?!”
You both looked to each other and laughed at her cluelessness, “we were together at the start of 2014, before the—”
“YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE 2014?!”
“. . yeah?” Harry laughed, looking at you to see if she was joking, “nearly 10 years.”
“TEN Y—” she kept jumping in shock, “WHAT?!”
“Grace, I told you this?”
“No you fucking didn’t!” She accused, “you told me you’d got hate on his own channel before people knew you on Sidemen ‘cause he kept you secret!”
“Yeah!” You didn’t deny her, “but his channel back in 2014?! I told you I lived with him and Freezy and stuff for years!”
“Y/n there is not a chance you said this to me.”
“Doesn’t Cal make you do research?”
“YEAH. BUT YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY THE BEST TO FIND OLD INFORMATION ABOUT!” She defended, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Was 2014 really that long ago?!” She gawked.
“Yeah.”
Grace had to take a moment, her jaw still on the floor as she adjusted to the news, clearly baffled at her wrong calculations and assumptions. “I can’t believe this.”
You and Harry stayed quiet, letting her have her moment. She sat with her hand on her head. “So how old are you two now? I’m utterly baffled by this.”
“You don’t say,” you laughed.
She kept looking at you both in silence. “I was so confused at first ‘cause when I was researched I thought you were only together from 2017-18 or something? Or 2019? Like 4-5 years?”
“That's when we got back together.”
“Jesus Christ, yeah,” she facepalmed, “‘cause Freezy was like ‘no they been together since they were young’ and I was like ‘how old are they then?’ like, trying to find old vids of you together and then . . you weren’t in any videos so,” she waved her hand, “this whole thing has baffled me. I am sorry. All the fans are gonna be mad I didn’t know this sacred Sidemen information.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“I can’t believe you! You said you were getting hate before Sidemen fans found out about you and then it got wors — WAIT! So how long have you been doing YouTube?!” She accused Harry.
He shook his head, almost laughing, “since fuckin’ . . before the dinosaurs, mate, it feels like-”
“No, he literally has videos of him at like 10, singing on the internet,” you grinned, looking at him knowingly, “alo—”
“No.”
“–Salut. Sunt eu, un, haiduc—”
“Y/N.”
“–si te rog—” you sat up and snapped your fingers, singing his little iconic song he did all those years ago when he was a kid, real fans would know. He tended to join in with you most of the time after letting you take the piss but now he was just embarrassed. Oh, what a cute memory to reflect on. “—SI SUNT VOINIC, DAR SA STII NU-TI CER NIMIC, VREI SA PLECI DAR NU MA NU MA IEI—” you held your hand out to him as if you had a microphone there.
“What the ef is going on here, am I gonna get copyrighted?” Grace was out of breath, laughing at your singing, feeling like she somewhat recognised it from somewhere.
“Probably,” Harry said behind his hand, not coping with your singing still going on.
“Jesus Christ.” She facepalmed. “I-this — I can’t with this video,” she shifted in her seat, “I’m viewing you both in a different light now. You’re a married couple in my eyes, realistically. Sorry. Do continue, leave me to dwell. So . . you were — you were already popular on YouTube before Sidemen?” Grace’s head was about to explode.
“He had like over a million before we were even together a year.”
“FUCKIN HELL!” She was about to collapse. “On your own?!”
“He made the other guys,” you pointed a finger, “but you didn’t make me,” you quoted while Harry threw his head back at your cringey words.
“I can’t believe this. You — you were securing the bag!” She laughed.
“Bitch I made an investment,” you joked back, laughing louder.
“So you meant you’ve been getting hate since fuckin . .”
“Since, like, Bebo days, Grace.”
“OI REMEMBER BEBO!” Harry piped in.
“My mind is blown. I’m gonna feel like a right clown watching our video back. I’m asking questions about that next, Jesus. Anyway. Carry on! So 800k by the time you rolled around - this is mad. Maybe I should have been a footballer-youtuber back then. Maybe I should have done my research!” You laughed at that. “So she said she was in her pyjamas when she walked in on you recording?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, she literally walked in the back of the frame and that was fine, paid no mind to it, she just walked in with a cup of tea. Uploaded the video. Boom: probably my most commented video at the time. Probably the first they’d been interested in my personal life, asking ‘is that your girlfriend?’ ‘how do you know her?’ ‘that’s no your sister’ ‘who’s that in his room?’ ‘is that his bird?’ and I was fuming, I was like ‘why they not paying attention to . . the actual content?’ It was a banger vid and no one was saying anything!” He exclaimed, sharing his frustration from all those years ago that still made you laugh. “We laughed about it but I still didn’t get the whole hype about it. Obviously now, we know relationships are a big thing, everyone wants to know your personal life but I obviously didn’t get that back then - still don’t get it now, but they’re literal clout absorbers nowadays, easy views. Back then – didn’t get the infatuation,” he held his hands up, “Yeah. The people were curious.”
“Didn’t expect you to have such a hot babe.”
“Lit— LITERALLY?!” Harry jumped in his seat, “I think that was the thing! They were so surprised?!”
“Did you ever think to bring her along for them to see her? For views?”
“Mmmm – no,” he shook his head.
“Why?”
“‘Cause she had nothing to do with my channel, nothing — I was uploading Fifa videos left, right and centre, she didn’t even get that — how - I didn’t think ‘my girlfriend opens my Fifa pack’ would get me a million views.” He responded sarcastically.
“Probably would have done.”
“Looking back, yeah , it might not have done.” He agreed. “No, I didn’t think that was good content, and she wouldn't have wanted to have done it anyway, she ain’t give a shit,” he looked at you.
“Literally. Like I get Fifa now but back then, coming back from work, starving and tired, I just wanted to eat my chinese in his bed and he’d be playing a bloody game of Fifa, I was like ‘Harry . . no harm, but I am going home if you don’t turn that off in the next 5 minutes’,” you laughed, and he smiled at your honest words.
“Get that fucking game off and give me the attention I deserve deseve,” Grace spoke for all the girlfriend of a gamer.
“Literally! I wasn’t even that bad! Girls would put on their story, complaining they weren’t getting any attention but he would actually turn it off the minute I would say. Be wasn’t bad that way,” you praised him, “he could play it if he wanted, I’d be on my phone anyway or doing work but if it was late and I was tired I’d just want him to get into bed and chill.”
Grace nodded. “‘Chill’.”
“Yeah.”
“Interesting. So . . you were set on it.”
“I mean when the hate started rolling around and at a rapid pace,” he shook his head, “like I saw the way it was going and didn’t like it. Talking stupid shit, ‘his girlfriend isn’t even that good looking’ ‘who is she?’ ‘her instagram is whatever’ and then the comments were coming up on her accounts and I was just . . it was scary for me because I’m the one who was putting stuff out about me . . and they found y/n and like - knew who her parents were, knew who her sister was, trying to see what kind of person she was, was able to see what Uni she’d been thinking of going to just from stalking her comments on her friends posts, d’you know what I mean? And they were so negative, like, you know what it’s like, people are bastards. Bitchy people like — it’s the thing that made me realise that your business is your business. Who are people to say what my girlfriend does or what she looks like? I don’t give a fuck what you think, if I don’t wanna show her, I don’t wanna show her. And – and how dare they?!” Grace laughed how he hit his leg to get his point across. “Yeah. And she was so unbothered but I’d just think like . . she’s just trying to mind her own business, go about her say, post her lovely pictures on Instagram and Facebook and these people are just . .”
“—being annoying.”
“Yeah! Literally like just being fucking annoying, and I felt bad! She uploads a pretty picture and people are asking her about me or making fun of her ‘cause they think I’ll find it funny,” he shook his head, “taking the piss! So yeah, and then she’d comment back—”
“—being sarcastic,” you said in sync.
“—and they’d be fuming! Then it just kept getting worse obviously as time went on but . . yeah. I just . . I know she said it wasn’t bothering her and she didn’t care but I did. I was like how has 100 people commenting ‘you’re ugly’, ‘you’re hairs a state’, ‘your clothes are shit’ not affected you? Over and over - just pissed me off. That’s it, they just pissed me off. It was either ‘die, she’s ugly’ or ‘she’s well fit, she shouldn’t be with him’,” he laughed in the simplest terms. “So . . they could get fucked,” he took a drink.
“Wasn’t benefitting either you.”
“Yeah. Hate has fuck all effect on me but when it comes to her.”
“He didn’t play,” Grace raised a shoulder.
“He still sometimes comes into our room, phone in hand, face stuck up like ‘who’s this bastard commenting on your fuckin’ . . eyelashes or whatever,” you tried to think of something.
“HAHA! He just scrolls and inspects eveyone’s being nice to you.” She mimicked his movements, “so when Sidemen started it got worse?”
“I didn’t think hate was something that would have been around forever, I thought it would have passed, especially when Sidemen got popular? I mean if they like Harry, they’ll like me?” You shared your thought process. “But that wasn’t the case. I’d unprivate and private my account all the time and it'd always just roll in. I did get some nice people, fans of my own even but . . way more hate.”
“Why do you think people hate her so much?” Grace looked at Harry while pointing to you.
He took a big breath, thinking. “Her strong personality. I think she’s just . . she behaves like me but she’s a woman so she gets hate for it,” he shrugged.
You were both kind of taken back by his comment. And for what?
“Yeah. I think jealousy is the biggest things. In so many ways, ‘cause she’s not a bad person,” he squinted his eyes and tilted his head in thought , “I’d understand if she did whatever and it was inexcusable — like deserved the hate, but . . you’re not,” he looked at you, “I think — wasn’t it my Mum who said . . ‘they hate you ‘cause they wanna be you . . or be with you?’ Something like that, like they want what she has?” He tried to remember. “That always stuck with me. I think it’s jealousy at the end of the day, it always is.”
“Horrible disease, that.”
“I think as well like . . it turns to frustration ’cause they know it doesn’t bother her?” Harry laughed looking at you, “like she’s cheeky fucker back and plays on their interpretation so - they don’t like that she can take it. That she—”
“That she can wind them up.”
“YEAH! A wind up.”
You laughed at them.
“And then they take that for her being the kind of person. They focus on that and not the good things said and. . yeah. I get why people think she’s not a nice person but at the end of the day, we know, and that’s what matters,” he shared a look of pride on you.
“Cheers to that,” Grace raised her glass.
“I mean Id still liked to have held onto the privacy but . . shit happens. Shit happens meaning Freezy and Lux and fuckin’ . . Weller posting her no matter what I say.”
“See Freezy I can see doing it for the views.”
“Obviously.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.
“So, right, you need to tell me from the start: the very start ‘cause I clearly don’t know your beginning if you’ve been together 10 years. How did you meet? How did you know each other?”
You looked to Harry, liking how he explained things, but he scoffed and encouraged you to do so, “you go.”
“So we’re both from Guernsey.”
“Yes. I know that.”
“We went to the same school.”
“Oh fuck off,” Grace facepalmed irritably again. Harry snickered at her.
“We went to the same school and . .”
“—she didn’t like me,” Harry interjected.
Grave burst out laughing, not expecting that, “HA! WHAT?!”
Now you were covering your face with your hand.
“I — he . . so he used to really annoy me in school. Like we weren’t friends but he was in my classes through the years and he just . .” It was hard to explain now because you didn’t see him that way and couldn’t remember how it felt, “he was just annoying. Like loud, attention-seeking—”
“I wasn’t attention-seeking,” he scoffed.
“You were a rowdy boy! You were attention seeking!”
He shook his head at the camera.
“He just used to be so annoying around the school, know what I mean?”
“I get it.”
“No. She just hated everybody.” He pointed his thumb at you.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No?!”
“Yes!” He mocked your voice and you hit his shoulder.
“I can see you being a Wednesday Adams, Y/n.”
“She had time for no-one.”
“No, but you were reckless, Harry, you were a class clown.”
“I WAS LIKE 17! OF COURSE I WAS!”
“Still is,” Grace muttered.
“No, let me tell the story,” Harry sat up.
“No!”
“Shut up,” he shushed you.
“Did you fancy her?” Grace cut in.
Harry faltered, and his shoulders slouched, a defeated look glancing at you.
“DID YOU?! You did!”
“He didn't,” you confirmed.
“. . yeah, I did.” He played his embarrassment off. “But!”
You were both laughing at him.
“Wait, you hated everyone?”
“Mate, she had no friends,” Harry sat so far in his seat so he could speak above you both, “she hated school ‘cause all her friends dropped out to do their GCSE’s or A-Levels or whatever it was, somewhere else, so she was on her own and she was a grump. She always kind of was like . .” he looked at you, trying to think of a word, “intimidating nature to her ‘cause she just looked at you like she was better than you, d’you know what I mean?”
“She is,” Grace shrugged.
“She is,” Harry didn’t deny, “no one went near her cause she — she just seemed unapproachable! She didn’t want to be approached! She went to school to do her work, get her grade to pass and go — she didn’t want friends.”
“I DID!”
“No you didn’t! You just wanted to do everything on your own?!” You began another argument again.
“If I was paired with people like you - then yes! I did!”
He waved you off. “She just came across unmeaningly mean. And I get it, I hated school and I had my friends! And people are annoying in school!”
“But that’s just her face,” Grace nodded.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “everyone just left her to her own thing. She — you weren’t a loner, you did talk to people and . . you were nice,” he remembered the days you chatted with teachers about something and you had them laughing about something, smiling like the suck-up you were. “You—”
“She just hated you.”
Your boyfriend closed his eyes at Grace.
“And you fancied her for it!”
“Did you fancy me?” You looked at him confusedly. You couldn’t recall him ever telling you this.
Harry looked at you, brow twitched and he smirked, “yeah?”
“YEAHHHH,” Grace big-upped his confession.
Your heart skipped the way he looked at you when saying so. “‘Course I did!” he confessed shamelessly. “I think a lot of people did but you just . . scared them.”
“So you went up to her,” Grace assumed.
“No. I did nothing. We got together after school.” Harry laughed.
Grace cackled, slapping her leg. “NOOO!”
“Yeah,” he tee-heed, embarrassed thinking back to that. “What do you mean?! I wasn’t going up to her?!”
“So you did nothing?!”
“Yeah!”
Grace laughed even harder, and Harry was almost blushing, it creeping up his neck.
“That’s so funny, that’s adorable though,” she smiled, looking between you both. You were smiling at him.
He was cute when he wanted to be.
“Yeah. I guess - yeah I fancied her. But I knew I’d never do anything about it ‘cause again, she just didn’t like anyone and I . .”
“—was scared of her?”
“—was scared of her, yeah,” Harry and her burst out laughing again.
“You just used to watch her in class, admiring from afar,” she laughed while he nodded. “I’m getting Golden Retriever, Black Cat vibes.”
“I was a Black Cat person in school. I’m more Retriever now,” you grinned, closing your eyes angelically.
“You’re Rottweiler, babe,” Harry butted in, muttering.
You’re not Golden Retriever at all. You’re a Pitbull.
You and Grace burst out laughing as he drank his drink.
“Anyway! Yeah! So didn’t vibe together in school — left school - he let school before me so year passed, whatever—”
“Did you do well in school?” She asked Harry.
“Yeah!”
“He did! That’s why I couldn’t stand him!” You interrupted, needing to share your frustration on the topic, “he used to mess about in school! Get in trouble! Class clown, all that — boom. A’s and B’s. Got the highest in our maths class , took the exam a year earlier and got the highest grade possible. Me? I studied night and day, early to every class, always prepared — no. Failed. Had to repeat. Failed again. Repeat.”
“Jesus Christ!”
“Like?! How annoying is that!” You banged the armrest, amusing the host.
“I’d be pissed too. The ones who try get shit and the ones who don’t get flying colours.
“Alright, alright, give me a bit of credit here,” Harry held his hands up.
“So annoying. But yeah, he’s actually really smart - when it comes to numbers, especially.”
“Really?”
Harry shrugged.
“Yeah, he is. He’s very clever with numbers,” you praised him, looking him over as he looked at you. “Languages too. Geography.”
Kinda hot.
“I feel like those are typical talents of lads though.”
You agreed. “Yeah, actually. I mean I’m okay at Geography—”
“No you’re fucking not, do not even lie,” Harry shook his head immediately at you.
“YEAH I AM?!”
“No you’re not?! Are you being serious right now?!”
“Harry! Yes—”
“No you’re not, don’t even lie, Y/n,” he threw his head back amusedly, stunned by you. He couldn’t count the arguments you had in the car when it came to giving each other directions.
“I a— shut up, anyway! I saw him outside school like a year later, it was the start of the year and I was technically done with school, I just needed to go in on exam days ‘cause like three of my teachers were on maternity leave and we had all our notes - anyway-” you waved your hand, “basically, saw him out with his Mum and he just acknowledged me and we waved at the other and then I smiled at him and I just—” it just happened. Something just happened that day.
“—someone shows you a nice interaction and you fall in love? Same babe. Me too—”
“Shut up!” You laughed, cheeks going red at how it sounded that way, “yeah! I saw him outside school and just saw him differently. Then he ended up texting me the day later and I ended up at his house to do something and then we just . . started kicking it. Texted and found out the same interests and—”
“—went to his house and shagged?!”
“No!” You tutted, “it was to do with my job at the time, like I could fix something for him - very weird, very cringe,”
“She was a plumber,” Harry sniggered, and you laughed loudly at that because it would seem so. Grace too.
“You were a plumber?!”
“No! It was electrics! Like Wi-Fi! Shut up the both of you!” You laughed, “anyway, got talking, texted, found common ground,”
“—saw each other on a night out.” Harry added, the night he would never forget.
“Saw the other on a night out and after that I think was when we realised - or when I realised how much I actually liked him, like we got on so well and he was just . . me. And then talking again and going out I realised I proper fancied him; realised how funny he was which was a big thing for me - humor is my thing like I don’t give a fuck what you look like, I will find you instantly attractive if you make me laugh, and then yeah. Started going out and . . here we are.”
“Where was your first date?”
“We went to - what did we do for our first date? We went out a lot, like clubbing but I think our first proper date was ice skatin’ or—”
“Ice skating?” She questioned.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah — and she was really fucking good!” Harry fumed, thinking back to that day he was like Bambi on ice, “I struggled! I st—”
“I wasn’t the best, I was shaky at the start but I was better than you,” you agreed, smiling adoringly at the fond memory.
You’d both tried holding each other up, legs wobbling, forcing yourselves to get close and to hold on to each other, shouting the other’s name in panic when you thought you were gonna fall. But then you’d got the hang of it, always needing around 20 minutes to get your balance of things before you could skate freely. Harry was slow in getting there, and so he clung to to you for support, deathly grip on your hand, and you’d kept pushing his chin up from his feet to look ahead of him. But he always sabotaged your steadiness, weighing more and standing taller, one wrong move sent you both to the ground, giving you no other choice but to laugh when you hit the ice.
It was entirely wholesome, funny - and you didn’t need to dress up too much: Harry still had butterflies going straight to his stomach at the sight of you in fresh hoodie, black leggings and thick socks. And other places.
“Then we went to that restaurant, it was our first proper dinner date,” he added. “I picked you up and we went to — weren’t it pizza? It was like proper italian—”
“Oh yeah! Yeah it was. It was quality for Guernsey. I know we don’t have much over there but that was a shout. I was impressed.”
“She mentioned she liked a thin-based pizza and I remembered,” Harry raised his brows like he was the boyfriend of the year.
You almost shook your head amusingly at him, “I don’t even remember telling you that but you’re right.”
“Was it ever awkward? Or was all the tension broken?”
Harry shrugged. “No, it was long gone.”
“Long gone by the second date?!”
“Yeah. I wanted to talk to her properly.”
“Pizza is a good shout, it’s neat too, not like you could have ribs or something—”
“She got ribs on our third date.”
“DID YOU?!”
“Yeah,” you nodded embarrassingly.
“Ate them like a rapid dog.”
“No you didn’t y/n,” Grace refused to believe the thought of you going ham on a rack of ribs, spreading BBQ sauce up to your cheekbones in front of a boy.
“Hey, he kept coming back!” You defended.
“I was . . jealous of the ribs,” he thought up, smiling when you laughed. “Yeah. Mauled them.”
“Made you horny, didn’t it?”
“I’d never been so turned on in all my life,” he went along with her joke.
“He knew you were a keeper.”
“He did.”
“That’s cute though, a nice dinner together and drinks after I assume?”
“Yeah! We talked the ears of each other though, anyone else would have probably walked away,” you both agreed, “we just kept making the other laugh. And then he’d text me like the minute I got home.”
“NOW—”
“Harry you did! You jumped straight into our next plans.”
“No I didn’t?!” He did his awkward laugh when you were telling the truth about him.
“Did he text you more?”
“—no.”
“Yes. Definitely,” you responded, “we texted all the time, planning the next time - he would try and squeeze in any time he could to see me - he’d be like ‘want me to come get you from work?’, ‘wanna run this errand with me?’ ‘want to go here for an hour?’”
“HA! ‘Want to come to the shop with me, get a pint of milk for me mum’,” Grace mocked his voice and you laughed. “LITERALLY!”
“Is it a sin I wanted to see you?” He defended.
“No he definitely texted more than I did - I didn’t want to annoy him I think - come across as . . clingy or desperate or whatever. But yeah we text all the time. We’re always texting each other! I don’t know what the fuck we talk about!” You pulled a confused look, “we live together? How — why?—”
“I don’t know either.” Harry rubbed his eye.
“Alright, we’ll Im glad I have some backstory to the roots, so now we’re gonna play my favourite game,” Grace reached for the pair of paddles under her chair and handed two each to you, one purple, one yellow. “Mr and Mrs. Basically, it’s a who’s more likely to, you raise your paddle for whoever you think is the right answer for the question — who wants to be what colour?”
“I’ll be yellow,” you waved it in your hand.
“And it was alllll, yellow,” Harry set his drink down to hold them. “This will be fun.”
“You ready?”
You both nodded.
“First one! Who,” she looked at her phone, “is messier?”
You both raised purple.
“Just because she likes things spotless, I’m technically messier,” Harry used air quotes. “I’m not that bad.”
“He’s a hoarder.”
“So are you?”
“No, but I have a home for everything.”
“So do I?”
“No you don’t, you just stack things on drawers and your desk and call it a place and then there’s no roo—”
“No I don’t?!”
“You do, literally look at your old bookcase back hom— look at old videos in our old apartment. Grace, between him and Freezy, we didn’t have a living room ‘cause of their shit.”
“That was a bit of a disaster.”
“Horrific.”
“Who’s more photogenic?”
You both raised yellow, but you debated purple, “he always goes look good in photos but he never looks at the camera when I tell him to pose—”
“I DO! I DO!”
“You literally — Grace, honestly, the photos I have on my phone, with the most beautiful backdrop and my hair is sitting nice and my outfit — he doesn’t look at the camera!”
“I look at you! To see what you’re doing!” He defended, laughing, because it was so true. You got fed up all the time over his side profile making the cut, because every photo he watched you and the way you fixed yourself, smiling, entertained, because was there ever any need? You were always picture ready, perfect the way you were. A subtle moment to admire before it got shown off to others. Besides, who were you trying to impress?! He was standing right next to you!
Grace smiled at her next question, “who’s more romantic?”
You both looked to each other before raising the purple paddle.
“Really?! I didn’t expect that!”
“I like to impress her.”
“He likes to impress me, yeah,” you grinned. “Yeah. He’s very thoughtful,” you looked him up and down, “plans things. Gift things.”
“Do you get her flowers?”
Harry nodded nonchalantly.
Course he did.
“Yeah I usually have a vase filled with a pretty bouquet.”
“Must be nice.”
“Only recently though, since living on our own.”
“Yeah, not when rooming with the guys, they’d just kill them or break the vase,” you promised. “I’m funny about my flowers.”
“How so?”
“She only likes certain colours and types - doesn’t like roses,” Harry sighed with a weirded look.
“HUH?!”
“Only pink or white ones.” Harry added.
“Red roses are tacky,” you scratched your nose like a snob, “I mean they’re still gorgeous but . . not my favourite colour. I like a wild bouquet, with soft tones, no bright reds or oranges.”
“—or yellows or dark purples.” Harry shared his knowledge on the subject.
“Jesus. You know all too well!”
“I’d need to!”
“He’d better!” You laughed. “Yeah, gets me flowers, plans unexpected dates, little gifts, nights away, candles in the bath — all that, you know,” you winked as she laughed.
“Do you?!”
“He loves a bath.”
“Love a bath.” He agreed.
“Dying at the thought of you both soaking up in the tub,” she grinned, scrolling to the next one, “who said I love you first?”
You both looked at each other instantly, smiling knowingly and pointed at each other at the same time.
“NO!”
“No you did.”
“YOU did!”
“Y/n, no,” he shook his head.
“You know fine rightly who said it first and the circumstances,” you stared him on as he dropped his head.
“What were the circumstances?” Grace asked dreadfully.
“No, y/n,” Harry covered his face the paddle at the memory.
“He,” you began to laugh, jabbing your thumb at him, “he did. He did. We were over at his and like . . sitting in his room and it . . slipped out.”
He looked at you, and you looked at him, daring you to add further.
“In an attempt to get something, if you know what I mean,” you looked back at Grace.
“Harryyy,” she dragged, sounding disappointed.
“You’re wrong,” he accused, “I did say that to get that too! But that wasn’t the first time.”
“—impatient fucker,” you mouthed to her with your thumb jabbed his way.
“I’m not lying!”
“Well then you explain when it was because that’s what I remember.”
“I’m not saying that didn't happen,” he looked at you, “but I’m pretty sure it was when you were leaving me to go on holiday and we were in the car.”
The moment he said that, it made sense, and you were pretty sure what you had just explained was technically the first time trying to say it casually. “Oh my God!”
“YEAH! You see! My memory is better than yours about this stuff! I remember everything!” He ranted, jabbing his finger into his knee to validate his point.
“Ok, you explain it. I remember now. ‘Cause I thought the car was when you asked me to be your girlfriend?”
“That was in the car too.”
“Oh. Ok.” Why was your memory so foggy? Clearly you had too many memories to pick from. “Right, go on,” let’s hear this story you want to tell for the sole reason just to get a laugh in.
“So, I remember we’d been together for a good while. Probably 6-7 weeks or so. Spent every day together. Just seeing each other as much as we could,” he began, “and then you were going on holiday for 2 weeks — which would have been our longest time apart,” he looked at you to confirm.
“Yes.”
“And the night you were leaving, I took you out just a drive, just to see you a couple hours before your flight.”
“Yep.”
“And I remember on the way home, taking you back, I–I was thinking of what I was gonna say to you going home . . ‘cause I thought of her being away and I was like . . i’m gonna miss her, I’m actually gonna miss her—”
“Oh thanks!”
Why was that so surprising?!
“And like, if anything happened while she was gone—”
“If the plane crashed or something,” Grace nodded.
“Yeah! Literally! I was going over my head what I could say, like ‘have a safe flight’ . . or ‘be safe’, ‘have a good time’ like I dunno! And then I was worrying -she was going away with her parents-” he added, “-and I was still freaking out if she was going to be looked after?” He looked to the camera because yeah, he was that big an idiot, stressing himself for no reason, “and I was just like Harry man, why you getting so worked up for? She’s going – it’s not like it’s a fuckin . . girls holiday, getting off her tits, like— she’s not gonna get spiked, she’s not gonna get kidnapped, and then I started getting nervous, thinking — ‘what if she meets someone over there?’, ‘are we well-established enough?’ ‘is she going to cheat on me?’” You could tell just from the look in your eyes that you were amused hearing him speak. “And then I was getting annoyed ‘cause I was thinking . . what if some holiday prick goes after her and likes her? What if she meets someone and likes them better? And then there’s me who’s been waiting for her to come back? And I was just getting pissed at her going away . . and then I just realised—”
“Realised ohhhhhhh, I — I actually love her! A whole lot, actually!” Grace pieced it together.
“Literally. Didn’t want anything to happen to her, didn’t want anyone hitting on her, didn’t want her to go ‘cause I’d miss her, thinking about what i’d do if she just dropped me,” he laughed, realised how weird it might sound. “Yeah. I’d be really upse – I’d get really annoyed over it.”
You watched with soft eyes, not expecting the heartfelt rant to come from his mouth as he told you something you’d never heard before; from his point of view. You watched mesmerised, eyes likely sparkling, heart now a puddle.
“I just realised how much . . I . liked her before she went away?—” he coyly laughed the obvious.
“—wanted her to be safe.”
“Yeah! For her to be alright! And I'd . . y’know, miss her.” He finally looked at you again, “it was the longest 2 weeks of my life!” You both laughed. “Sitting, waiting about for her to get back, convinced she was probably gonna leave me for some geezer in the same hotel!”
You rolled your eyes at that whilst Grace laughed, knowing something like that was coming. “Of course.”
“Yeah. So I told you,” he jabbed your arm, “in the car before you went, and that was when I gave you that stupid stuffed animal.”
“OH MY GOD! You’re right!” You gawked, finally piecing where your firstborn came from. “‘Cause I brought him with me!”
“Yeah!”
“Oh my. You’re so right, I forgot about that.”
“Yeah!” He retorted, the memory now fresh in his mind with the reminder.
“How did you ask her to be your girlfriend? Or was it never an established thing—”
“You see, th-that’s the vibe I was going for,” Harry placed his hand on himself, “I wanted to try and do it in a casual manner because I didn’t think it needed to be properly established, because you already were - or were acting - you were my girlfriend.” He defended his reasoning before even explaining it. “In my head.”
“It backfired on him.”
“How?!”
“‘Cause!—”
“Because I . . right, so,” the Youtuber sat up in his chair with his bottle still in hand, getting into his younger self’s mind. “Basically, I . . I don’t know if - I did something for you, or I got something for you, like . . I dunno, paid for dinner or got flowers or something. Something nice. Then you said something about, like,” he looked at you for help, “you said something about getting spoiled or like, special treatment – you said it was a nice change being treated like a princess or something and me not being a dick all the time–”
“–being nice to me for once,” you smirked, vividly remembering the story he was telling. He was always nice to you, you were just talking ass ‘cause he’d gone an hour without being sarcastic to you.
“Something like that. And then I said, thinking this was the smoothest way to do it,” he shrugged a shoulder cockily with closed eyes, sarcastically smirking like some big shot to represent the confidence he had, “‘well you’re my girlfriend’ or something like that! Something like ‘well you’re my girlfriend, are you not?’ Then she turns around and goes — ‘I don’t remember you asking’.” He looked at the camera with his jaw dropped.
Grace was laughing and so were you, realising how bitchy it was if people didn’t know the circumstances.
Yeah! That’s what he was dealing with!
“I was trying to be funny! I was being cocky for once ‘cause he was being cocky about it!”
“I tried to play it smooth!”
“You were being too,” you didn’t know what movement you were doing with your hands but it looked like you were signalling Twinkle Twinkle, “bold.”
“BOLD?!”
“I wanted it to be causal but then you did it in a jokey way and I was like ‘. . mmm no’, I wanted you to be all soft! I wanted to see you nervous to ask!” You defended.
Harry looked at you baffled, never knowing what to expect from you.
“You got the ick from him asking you to be his girl.”
“That was it though! He wasn’t asking and I wanted to put him back on his toes!”
He shook his head. “Anyway, so after that I was like . . well now I don’t wanna do it her way, I wanna like — I’ll blackmail her into being my girlfriend!” he hit his armchair upon speaking his egotistical younger self’s mind, “I wanted to be petty back and not do it her way! So she was away for a weekend or something and I was thinking about it all weekend, wondering if I should just ask her normally when she got back. But then she came back and I picked her up from her house,” he looked at you, smirking a little as he wondered if you remembered, “and she came out and I had flowers, and she came over was all ‘oh, pretty flowers’ and I pulled them back behind me,” he mimicked his actions just as they’d happened when you reunited with him outside your house at night, about to give him a kiss when he withdrew, “and I was like . .” he laughed because it kind of was like blackmail, ‘will you be my girlfriend?’”
“—raising his brow all cocky!” You remembered his stubborn face upon trying to hide a smile whilst not allowing you them.
“And then she said yeah. And I gave her the flowers. Gave her a kiss.”
Grace clapped, “now stop it! That’s actually cute, though!”
“It was cute at the time, ‘cause he — it’s exactly how I imagined him to do it, he’d ask but it’d be like — ‘be my girlfriend or else—”
“—or else i’m throwing this chair at your wall!”
“Yeah! ‘Or I’m uploading this ugly photo of you!’”
Harry chuckled at himself, amused.
You knew him so well. Back then and now.
“That’s such a cute way. We got so sidetracked there, sorry,” she read her phone for the next question, “who's lazier?”
Both your heads snapped to each other at the word and knowing smiles grew, before Harry looked back and answered. “That word is banned in our household.”
“WHY?!” Grace burst out laughing.
“Because . . . so when I used to have my normal 9 to 5 and Harry obviously just made videos, I would come home and complain - it was basically a complaining match about who was more tired. And my argument was that I, y’know, I had to get up, get ready, in my uniform, I went into my office, my place of work, had to get up early to get the tube and all that and y’know, do the work part! Do my job! And then his argument was that he worked too but I used to dismiss his ‘cause he was just making videos with his friends and there was no real work in it—”
“—I got what she was saying but she would make it out that I couldn’t be tired and that I didn’t work, even though I could have been—”
“—NO! It’s not th— I—”
“YES! YES!”
“NO! I’m saying— let me speak!” You shoved his hand off annoyingly pulling at your sweatshirt, “I—”
“She basically saying she was a harder worker and I didn’t deserve ro say I was tir—”
“I— long story short,” you covered his mouth with a stretched out hand, “we used to bicker all the time, I—”
“—who called who lazy first?” Harry interrupted, peeling your hand off.
“ICalledYouLazyFirst but it was becaus – I said he was lazier ‘cause all he had to do was go over to his mates house and literally mess about and hang out with them for making a video. Which like . . you can’t blame me for back then. Now I wouldn’t call you lazy. You obviously do much more.” You looked at him understandingly, which he gave you. “Basically we used to take the piss. I’d call him lazy ‘cause I’d get home from my ‘regular’ and he’d just take it bad and be all ‘I’vE bEEn uP fRoM 7 o’cLoCK tOO, I hAd tO tRAvEL aLL tHE wAY tO tHis pLACe, I hAD tO dO tHIS fOR tHE cHalleNge viDeO, i hAd tO eDiT 6 HoUrS oF fOotAge, i HAd a fLigHt aT this Time. YOu jUST siT aT aN oFFiCe aLL dAY’ and basically explain how he was allowed to feel tired. But yeah, we’re basically not allowed to call each other lazy. We’re not allowed to critique the other’s work ethic.”
“We both work hard in our job’s circumstances,” Harry nodded.
“Yeah. . . but he also could never do my job,” you got the last word in before changing the subject.
“She’s lazier.” He held up yellow.
“No.”
“Who’s better driver?”
You both held up yellow.
“I don’t drive.”
“You don’t?”
“He has his license he just doesn’t drive. Doesn’t have a car. I drive.”
“Are you passenger princess?”
“I am thee proud passenger princes,” Harry said with no shame.
“His driving is actually whack, like I love being a passenger princess but sometimes when he does drive us around, I’m on edge, Grace.”
She laughed, “are you a reckless driver?!”
“I mean I try not to be,” he laughed nervously, scratching his head. “I drive us around Guernsey, most of the time.”
“That’s fair.”
“Sometimes.” You corrected.
“Most of the time,” he stated.
“Hm.”
“You’re not even the best driver! My driving makes yours look good!” He began to accuse, pointing your paddle in your chest.
“Anything’s better than your fucking driving! I’ve never hit someone!” You defended.
“Mate, do— you literally have the worst road rage, and you’ve got speeding ti—”
“Oh shut up, I’m not having this argument with you of all people,” you scoffed, leaning your head on your hand. He got road rage and he wasn’t even the one driving half the time!
Grace looked to the camera as you both bickered, hiding behind her cue card.
“—we literally had the same driving instructor so you’re lying out your arse.”
“Well you clearly bought him off or something ‘cause—” you put your hand to your head, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, we had the same instructor – he’s the reason I began driving.”
“Are you!”
“Yeah, I made her do it,” he looked you up and down.
It was true. You’d never wanted to learn to drive, too anxious, but after taking you out plenty of times in his car, showing you what to do and teaching you himself - Harry had texted his old instructor with your phone under your number, and you’d had no choices but to do the lessons after he’d showed up to do the organised sessions. You did hate him for it but you were grateful in the end.
Besides, he may or may not have contributed to your first car and reduced you to tears. Also, he’d gotten you the cutest little package of gifts when you’d passed your test: your favourite being the little personalised keychain of you both that you still had to this day. He had always been a very thoughtful boy to you.
But he was still a dick at times. “Yeah, got sick of driving her everywhere.”
You shook your head to yourself. “You’re a dick.”
“Who’s better at saving money?”
You let out the loudest laugh and threw up yellow. Harry fought to roll his eyes and held it up also.
“We’ll not talk about the money he takes out in bets and casinos or I will be sick,” you said with disbelief. Harry just sighed and relaxed, knowing he wasn’t beating you on this.
“Makin’ him sound like he’s got a gambling addiction,” Grace laughed.
“He doesn’t, like I’m talking when he goes to Vegas or something and he tells me what he won of what he lost.”
“Do you tell her if you lose?!”
“Yeah.” He nodded.
That surprised Grace for some reason, feeling like most lads would keep that from their girlfriends.
“It’s not even like it’s our money, it’s his money but he’ll tell me and then—”
“And then she’ll tell my Mum.”
“NO.”
“YES, don’t lie,” he was prepared for this argument.
“No listen! I gave him a lecture the last time he lost a load and he was like ‘i know, i know’ but I knew – it was still eating the insides of me so—”
“We were arguing -not arguing- being petty when we were over in Guernsey and winding each other up in front of my parents and I said something and she said something and then I said something and she went ‘well at least I’m smart enough not to bet 6 grand’ or something—”
Grace’s hand covered her mouth, “oh my days.”
“—then my Mum gave me a lecture and I just — she knew what she was doing—”
“You deserved another one,” you shrugged. But hearing it come from you both just proved to others how sensible a girl you were. Like yeah it was his money but you still opened your mouth to tell him how fucking thick he was. Knock some sense into him when he needed it.
You just wanted to keep him humble. It was his money but you weren’t golds let him be stupid with it. “I’m not that bad. I do like to treat myself but I never over-do it. Need to channel my inner Elizabeth James every now and again,” you thought of one of your favourite movie characters.
“Who starts arguments the most?”
It was another situation we’re both of you hesitated to choose a colour. You weren’t an argumentative couple in all seriousness. “We don’t argue.”
“No, we actually don’t,” you agreed with him.
“Now come on.” The blonde shot.
“I’m serious! We honestly don’t.”
“We literally never fight.” Harry looked at you.
You and Harry had genuinely only ever been malicious towards one another in your whole relationship and it was upon your break up. You were never hurtful to the other, or said anything to wind them up in a way that would wholeheartedly hurt them. “We bicker a lot but we don’t argue.”
“What’s the difference?” Grace squinted her eyes.
“Seriously! Bickering, as in funny, unserious way - that's all the time. We bicker over everything, everything’s always a joke. But we genuinely don’t argue.”
“We get along.” Harry stated. As simple a statement it was and laughable because duh, you were in a relationship - it summed up in terms of how you understood the other well enough to know what did strike a nerve and how similar you were that you'd both react the same way. You were a couple always on the same page. A team. You liked each other.
“I don’t know what we would argue over,” you looked at him cluelessly, “like we get annoyed at each other but never angry.”
“Same difference again.”
“No but it's not!” You laughed, “I’m not talking winding each other up ‘cause that just doesn’t count, that's obviously playful,” you squinted your eyes, “I’m talking like . . I might get annoyed at him when he’s in a mood and being cheeky, or ignores something I’ve told him not to do. I’ll get annoyed, but I don’t go off screaming, shouting at him to get a grip, like . . It never comes to that.”
“No yeah, I get you, I get you.”
“We genuinely don’t fight that way but I'd say like . . petty arguments, her.” He held up the yellow paddle. “But it’s probably because I’ve done something stupid anyway and forgot to do something or have done something.”
“Nice! Sounds about right,” Grace grinned. “So who will apologise first then?”
You both contemplated and then held up purple simultaneously. “Nice!”
“We both apologise, we’re grown when it comes to that,” you rolled your eyes, knowing many times you had to do it yourself. “We’re not afraid to apologise to the other if we know who’s in the wrong.”
Sometimes teasing went too far, sometimes someone played too roughly, sometimes a nerve was struck, sometimes somebody wasn’t in the mood to joke and the other saw that as a challenge. You fully expected the muffled i’m sorry in your ear when he’d creep up behind you and wrap his arms around your front. “But usually him.”
“Cause of the last word,” Grace joked.
“Exactly! He may get the last word, but he’ll apologise for it afterward,” you laughed with her, seeing Harry shake his head at you.
He knew he was an utter suck up.
“Who gets the last word in the argument?”
You both looked anticipatedly at the other, knowing there was a right answer.
Harry held up purple, and you were happy, copying it.
“REALLY?!”
“If he didn’t, it would go on forever. And I would kill us both.” You deadpanned. “He is the most petty person I know.”
Harry was tee–heeing like a girl into his hand because it was true, feeling bad. But he was.
He was a petty king.
“Like . . when he’s arguing in your favour — it’s the best. I love it when he argues over me,” you smirked like a psycho over your protective man, “he will win. You do not want to argue with him, but in the rare occasion, oh my God, that he isn’t on your side and he’s against you? Oh my God. Grace,” you slowly threw your head back with your eyes closed, Harry trying not to laugh next to you, “I have literally had to stop myself from whacking a frying pan over his head sooo many times,” you pinched your fingers and thumbs. “He will just not shut up. He goes on and on and on a—”
“But it’s like—”
“No,” you shushed him, “he has this mindset of ‘i’m right, you’re wrong’ and that’s it. He will just refuse to see it in any other sense. It’s so childish. It could be over thee pettiest thing and he will fight to the death proving his point. Ignorant,” you looked at him.
He shrugged his shoulder looking back at you. “Deal with it.”
You looked him up and down, chilling in his comfy fit like he didn’t cause you grey hairs. “He gets the last word ‘cause I allow him to have the last word.”
Harry shook his head, crossing a leg over the other knowing it was false.
“Who has the worst attitude?”
You both raised opposite colours.
“Nah—”
“It’s literally you, you know it is.”
“No, d’you know what she said to me one time? I said to her — ‘you have an attitude problem’, d’you know what she says back? ‘No, you just have a problem with my attitude.’” Harry’s mouth hung open as he repeated that monstrosity. “Do you see what I mean?!”
“Woowww,” she dragged. “. . I’ll be using that one.”
“It’s actually Harry but whatever,” you muttered, inspecting your nails.
“Who’s hornier?”
You both sprung up yellow.
“WOAH!”
“It’s literally not up for debate,” Harry looked down, dropping his hand.
“It can be a little bit,” you tilted your head at him. “He can be when he gets in like . .”
“Shut up, shut up—”
“—a jealous mood,” you spilled, avoiding his gaze ‘cause you knew he’d hate you talking about this. “What?! You do!”
“But yes or no, you’re horny literally every second of the day?”
“Yes.”
“That’s your answer,” he tried to wrap the question up.
“Yes, but you can be wors—”
“Y/n it’s you, end of,” he laughed, his hand on his head. “I could literally –literally– do with a restraining order against you at times.”
Grace laughed so loudly at his comment, not even surprised to hear such thing. She fully expected you to be just that.
“I am hornier overall, but he does have his moments when he goes in an anno—”
Harry swinging the yellow paddle in the air stole the attention as Grace took it as his plea to move to the next question.
“Fine. Yeah, true. Ok. Yeah. Christmas makes me horny, yeah.” You gave up.
“Who’s punching?”
You both held up opposites.
“I am.”
“No I am.”
Grace scoffed, “stop being nice to the other.”
“The world knows full well I'm punching,” Harry rolled his eyes at you. “I get it everyday on the internet, stop talking shit,” he pulled your paddle down with a laugh.
“I get it too! You are better looking than me!”
“Y/n,” his head hit the headrest as he looked at you with those twinkling eyes to get you to shut up. “Y/n.”
“Harry,” you laughed, not changing your answer.
“Who’s noisier?”
Harry had already raised yellow without an explanation and you looked confusedly between him and the camera and Grace. “Wha— alright,” you copied, “I mean, what context we talking here?” ‘Cause he definitely had a loud mouth at times.
“You know what context,” Grace winked.
“If we’re talking video games,” Harry whipped up the purple paddle.
“I would say you’re louder in everything you do but—”
“—nah, nah, nah, don’t you start lyin’, now,” he tutted patronisingly, “there is no debate here, y/n.”
You looked at him, and he looked at you, smiles growing in sync as he expected you to argue but also not daring you to say more. “Right. Fine.”
If he says so.
“Who's the funniest?”
You reached for purple straight away while Harry debated. “I mean I don’t want to say myself but you are actually funny,” he told her. “Like I don’t laugh at a lot of things but she does say shit that’s . . that I do laugh at.”
That made your heart burst with pride, you felt warm knowing you were one of the ones who made him laugh wholeheartedly, even if it was ‘cause of your stupidity. “Yeah. She is actually jokes.”
“Thanks.” You looked at him with his perhaps subtle sarcasm.
“You’re welcome.” He didn’t look at you, too busy twirling the prop in his hand.
You lowered your choice of paddle - the obvious answer. “I say him, obviously. I laugh every day, I don’t—” what else did you say? “He’s funny without trying.”
“Well so are you.”
“No, but you,” you looked at him, “you’re funnier. But then again, I laugh at everything. I laugh at things you say people might find cheeky.”
“Give me an example,” Grace quizzed.
You looked at her baffled. How were you supposed to think of a certain situation that stuck out when he was funny? Of course your mind went blank. “I dunno! Like,” your mind wandered, “I dunno, just the way he comes off with things. He can be so sarcastic - a few weeks ago when we were on holiday -this isn’t even funny- I got bit? By a bug? You know, like lots of little bites - anyway! I had one on my leg and I was like ‘am I bit in here?’ and he was like ‘yeah’ and I was like . . ‘are you not gonna go get me some cream?’ and he went,” you laughed, because now it didn’t sound funny and just lame, “‘you were bit by a fly, not a fucking shark, go down and get it yourself’ but it’s the way he says it! Like the tone of his voice and sitting on the bed makes me—”
“I get you, I get you! Some might think he’s a cheeky bastard.” She smiled amused.
“I mean, he is that as well,” you teased, playfully tugging his earlobe.
“When she’s not in the mood, everything is automatically 10 times funnier.” He held in a laugh looking at you. “You have - you have some one liners.”
His latest example would have been when you were both jet-lagged after that holiday and struggling to go to sleep, you more agitated even before he’d refused to unpack his case. He’d pitched a wild idea that you hadn’t found funny and in a mumbly, sleepy, passive-aggressive tone, you’d responded into your pillow, “you’d be sooner sniffing a line off my crack before doing that.”
“I think a lot of what we say could be taken the wrong way by others but to each other, we always take it the right way.”
“Who’s more affectionate?”
You both contemplated, raising yellow, then purple, then yellow. Harry responded similarly.
“We’re both really affectionate people.” Harry uttered.
“Yeah, like when it’s just the two of us. He is sooo affectionate,” you looked at your boyfriend who pulled a face like you were exaggerating it a bit - but you really weren’t. Nobody would see the days he wrapped himself around you in bed or on the sofa at any given moment, falling asleep in a matter of seconds when you’d be scrolling through emails.
They didn’t see how he took those little frenzy’s of constantly kissing your cheek when he felt like he hadn’t seen you, kissing you hard and passive-aggressively.
They didn’t see how cuddly he became when he was tired, ill or hungover, his favourite thing ever to do to drop himself on top of you like he was the size of a lap dog and guide your hand to his hair or his back for you to stroke and tickle.
They missed how he always had an arm around you at a dinner table, how he’d always kiss your shoulder if it was exposed in an outfit or have you sit on his lap rather than have you take up a seat of your own in given situations.
They wouldn’t see the way he behaved on holiday when he wrapped you around him in the pool, let his hands wander when you could be waiting in line at a bar, or even the way he’d subconsciously massage your foot whilst talking with you, sitting at the bottom of your bed where you kicked up your legs. “You are a clinger—”
“Mate you’re the clinger—”
“You’re the clinger.”
“Who gets chatted up the most?”
You both raised yellow.
“Harry doesn’t get the chance to get chatted up because he doesn’t make eye contact.” You laughed.
“I hate talking to people in the club, Jeus Christ,” he rubbed his head, especially in terms to chat him when he had you. As if he didn’t feel awkward as it is. “She always gets chatted up. She gets chatted up in front of my face.”
“HA! What?! How?!”
“They think i’m lying when I tell them I’m with him,” you nodded, knowing it sounded crazy rude.
“When we go on holiday? Oh my days,” he companions, “that’s the worst. Oh my God! D’you know when you be chilling at night, sitting at your table, having a drink or whatever watching the people on the stage? The people dancing? They-they always pull her up!” He complained as you laughed, hearing him speak this burden outloud for the first time. “She always always gets pulled up to dance with them and they spin her around, give her roses and shit.”
“It does happen a lot.”
“Lots of flirty men abroad,” he stuck his nose up, thinking jack to your last holiday when you were plucked in the midst of a conversation and shared a look as you were forced to dance for everyone. “She’s actually a good dancer which makes it worse.”
“Who’s the grumpiest?”
You both raised opposite colours.
“You’re grumpier than me.”
“I’m literally never grumpy, what are you talking about.”
“Talk shit.”
“Alright and last one — who drinks the most?”
You stuck up purple while he hesitated, but you both knew the answer. “I say Harry. We both get equally as plastered but logically I’m saying you ‘cause you’re bodyweight and height and—”
“Are you calling me fat?—”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” If you had a pound every time you heard those words, you’d have been your own millionaire.
“Well that was a fun little game! I hope you two enjoyed that.”
“That was fun, yeah,” you handed the paddles back over, happy to have answered a hundred more questions.
“I liked finding out the firsts questions, they’re always my fav,” she replied, taking them from you. “It’s always fun to look back and cringe at how you used to behave at the start, innit?”
“Yeaaah.”
“Yeah, it is,” you smiled.
“It’s like shit, I have to act a certain way in front of these new people for a while before I can fully be myself,” she shared the struggle. “Have to prove to the mother-in-law I’m a nice girl,” she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Literally!”
“Yeah but you're like that with his family, no?” she crossed her two fingers thinking back to your last time here. “What about you? Did you have to work for the approval of her family?”
“Uhhhh . . yeah,” Harry considered. “Yeah. I mean at the start I went to every family event and stuff,” he shrugged, recalling the days he’d agree to accompany you to your Aunt’s wedding, or to celebrate your cousin’s 25th with all the family over a weekend. When you told him that your Mum had asked if he was coming or not, he’d take it as the hint that they expected him to be there, so he did, and they adored him.
Unbelievably funny and not too shy to speak to them, considering they were like you, they were very easy to get along with. Most of the time he was drinking in their company, and so didn’t feel so embarrassed telling them a story your Mum or Dad would encourage him to share. You knew he secretly dreaded them, he still does, but even back then you remembered the pride in your chest when watching him interact naturally with them, explaining to your older cousins how YouTube worked as a career or telling your Uncles about the part of London he was moving to. You remembered your Aunties messing you about and telling him how much of a charmer he was (they knew fine rightly he was a little shit putting on a show) but gave the approval when he’d responded the way he had: ‘well, I mustn’t be that bad if she’s decided to give scraps like me a chance’, he gave his nervous laugh, fingers creeping around your hip as you stood beside each other outside in the grassy garden, looking down at you after as if to see that was a good reply.
And then, of course, years went on and there was no longer polite drinking in front of the father-in-law but getting straight up pissed with him at the bar after his daughter already drank her weight, having their heart-to-heart about how special she was.
“He did, actually yeah. Yeah, he used to force himself to go,” you looked at him pleasingly, remembering him grunting and getting on when he wrecked his wardrobe trying to find something matched to your dress code.
“Are you close with her family?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he laughed at her reaction, “why’s that surprising?”
“I dunno! ‘Cause she was talking about getting on with your brother and sister, I just didn’t know if . .” she shrugged. “You have a sister, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you fight her?” She looked at Harry.
“Sophie’s a fucking savage,” he had to laugh, giving away his answer. “She’s ruthless but in a different way from her. They’re so alike but so different.”
“He is the only person she’ll say the most brutal shit to—”
“NO LITERALLY! Literally!” He agreed, “she—”
“—she acts like she hates him but she really doesn’t.” You added. “She just thinks he’s the most annoying— he’s like an older brother, he literally is. He winds her up miles away and like - literally will beat her up.”
“She’s a havoc,” Harry defended.
“They do love each other,” you muttered to Grace with a nod of your head.
“She just needs put in a headlock every now and again to put her right.”
“She’ll fight you over this,” you scratched your nose.
“I’ll – I’ll be ready.”
“What about your Dad? What’s the situation there? Was he tough to please?”
“HIM AND MY DAD ARE BEST MATES?!” You jolted your thumb at him, “since the beginning! You'd think my dad took pity of him or something! He was always so chill—”
Harry kept his mouth shut.
Yeah, because your Dad knew what he was in for.
“Actually?!”
“I love her Dad, man. We always got along.”
“My dad is a wind up too, so he thinks his jokes are so clever. My dad is just so simil– they just - they get on the same, talk the same stuff. They talked about football since the beginning and now it’s like . . I dunno. I dunno! They’d go to the pub together on a sunny day. Go to football matches, sneak off and talk shit about everyone, probably a— probably about me! And my mum!”
“What’d you want me to do?!”
“I don’t know! Tell me what you’re talking about?”
“I’m actually dead, that’s so funny, man.” Grace dabbed her eye. “I mean he’s known you for so long, I’d like to think you have some common ground.”
“Yeah. No, they love him. My Mum loves you too.”
“I got drunk with her Mum over a bottle of wine, she had to come down and get us to bed at like 3 o’clock in the morning,” he laughed into his hand as he realised how weird that sounded.
“What?! Just the two of you?!” Grace laughed.
“Yeah! They went to bed around 12, we stayed up just talking shit! Just talking absolute shit,” he laughed, thinking back to sitting at your kitchen table on that Saturday night, setting the world right with your mother.
“My Mum was iffy on him at the start.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, she tried to keep up apart when I said I was moving to London,” a smirk took Harry’s face as he recalled that time period, “tried to split us up.”
“Romeo and Juliet,” you winked. “Yeah, she actually did. She went through a period of not letting me out to see him. I used to be crying, almost! I didn’t think she was serious!”
Oh how you remembered the days when you blamed a Zoella video had made you cry rather than your Mum when Harry would laugh at you for getting upset over your Mum trying to banish you apart.
“She never would have kept me inside, I was hardly ever grounded! I had a lot of freewill as a kid, but when he said he was moving, I think she thought she’d try to distance us before he went? So it wasn’t as bad or whatever, so we’d just call it quits — ‘cause she was not for having me going to London with him, it wasn’t in the equation. But then . .”
“Used to have to call and see you in the dark, sneak around,” Harry laughed at the fond memory.
“Seriously? And she didn’t know?”
“I think she did know but she couldn’t do anything about it. She didn’t shout at me for being with him but she did get annoyed ‘cause she knew . . her plan wasn’t working.”
“She was coming with me anyway, so,” Harry stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and flipped the camera with his two fingers.
“No but we love each other’s fam a lot. I can go over and just plant myself down on the sofa without a word or he could come over to mine and just start nicking stuff from my fridge, y’know. They know we’re good to each other and so is our family, so.”
“That's cute that your families like each other as well.”
“Oh yeah, our mums— our mums just shit on us when they see each other.”
“They do.” You knew they’d be bitching about you both drinking too much on holiday or the amount of clothes you had and were still buying more - typical mum stuff.
“My brother and her sister get on too. Well,” he paused, “I mean they’re the same age. They were in the same year in school like we were.”
“But Sophie doesn’t like him either, so,” you waved, revealing a not-so-surprising fact. Who did Sophie like?
“Oh?” Grace looked interestingly.
“Yeah, they always bump into each other on nights out,” Harry laughed, thinking of the times Josh would tell him about his late night activities and how going up to Sophie to talk to her would quickly lead into her shoving him away from her ‘cause he’d quickly turn the convo annoying.
“Oh. Cute,” she raised her brows. “I love that. Keep the tradition going, the L/N girls hating the Lewis boys.”
“It kind of is . .” you perked a brow, realising.
“So your friends are getting married soon. What does a wedding look like for you two? As in attending as a couple? Or any event like that? ‘Cause I imagine you to be in two different — like I can see you singing and dancing and owning the dance floor, and I can see you just watching from the table,” she laughed, pointing to you and then to him.
“That’s literally how it goes down. She sings all the songs to me from across the floor and I just sit and nod along — she knows every single fucking song in the world. I swear to God. Like she knows every movie as well, she’s seen them all.”
“If I get him drunk enough, I can get him on the dance floor with me,” you told. Nights singing and dancing with your Martini in hand, belting the words to your classic 80s hits they played at every wedding ever, Harry would watch with the softest look in his eye, seeing sing along to Whitney Houston or a track from Dirty Dancing — he had to laugh and shake his head when you’d point to him and serenade the cliché lyrics to him. If he usually was in his I don’t give a fuck mood after a couple pints, he didn’t run away when you’d take his hand and drag him to the dance floor with him, seeing that smile get brighter on your face as you’d jam together. “He should know the drill by now, shoulda known since that first festival we went to—” you recalled the first time Harry looked at you like you were insane for literally having made people move out of your way so you could dance freely, stomping on the ground without banging on top of someone’s foot.
“Oh yeah! You guys love a festival?! How-since when?”
“We’ve always loved going out and,” you shrugged, “same love for that kind of music. Getting drunk in crowds of people. Having to queue an hour for a toilet.”
“Killer.”
“Do you have any particular songs of artists you associate with your relationship? I associate a bit of Cardi B with Billy and I,” she winked at the camera.
“Of course you do,” you laughed at her, trying to think. “I love a concert, but we have our differences there for our preference in some music. I mean and argument breaks out in the car 9 times out of 10 if he puts on an artist he knows I won’t like, like it will actually put me in a bad mood if he puts on some shitty, cheap sounding Soundcloud rapper—”
“—she just called my music taste cheap.”
“Literally pisses me off. And he knows,” you shot him a look, sitting in his chair with his hands in his pocket, biting his tongue, smiling at you ‘cause he knew it was the quickest and funniest way to get you riled up.
And ultimately, unleash the road rage.
“And everyone on the road gets it taken it out on them,” Grace assumed, shaking her head at the pair of you.
“I get to watch you shout at other people that isn’t me! I’m going to love it?!” He defended excitedly.
“I mean most songs from 2014-15 always remind me of the start of our relationship. That’s just my favourite era of music I think in general,” you confessed, “I feel like any One Direction song transports me into our first apartment, or like . . Rita Ora or old Rihanna. Bruno Mars. Or Calvin Harris and David Guetta . Although - Coldplay always reminds me of our relationship, they always had songs on the radio and in those old Youtube videos - even on Fifa. When I saw they were coming out with tickets, I had to get us some.”
“WITH THE WRISTBANDS?!”
“YEAH!”
“No! They look magical on my TikTok.”
“I didn’t think he was gonna go,” you looked to Harry, smiling sopily at him, remembering how when you’d told him you’d gotten you both them he'd first told you to go with Faith instead or something, not knowing if it was worth the ticket, but then gradually getting him to agree to go, he’d found it one of the most wholesome nights of his life, for the both of you.
And you were right - it did take him back, hearing particular songs that brought him back to your early days in London, figuring this things out together, hearing their songs play on the radio and feature in the latest Fifa coming out.
Plus, a romance lyric was always gonna make him think of you, whoever sang it. He empathised with songs a lot more than he used to these last few years, found understanding in them.
He knew why you tended to sing a lot of lyrics to him. He’d only began doing the same.
He could call your music shit all he wanted — he’d sang ‘Kiss me’ with you at your last festival after calling it shit when you played it in the car, and who had the video to prove he liked it? Mr Freezy, who’d captured the wholesome moment between you both, tipsily sways with your arms around each other’s waist.
“They are legends.”
“Tell me you don’t think of 2014 when you hear A Sky Full of Stars?!”
“No, I can’t. You’re right,” Grace nodded.
“It was pretty sick. The wristbands were cool, too.” Harry admitted, liking how they were in replacement for phone flashlights.
“It was probably one of the best concerts I’ve been to. All concerts I’ve been to has been great, and I love going with friends. Coldplay was different though.”
“So you usually go to concerts with friends?”
“Yeah. It’s like the cinema - he never goes to the cinema so the cinema is a date with the girls,” you declared. “Faith, Frey, Freezy’s girl, Talia.”
“I mean your friend group is very tied together, boys and gals, it’s probably nice to get away from each other as a whole from time to time.”
“Yeah, ‘course.” You agreed. “The boys can have their nights out, we can have ours.”
“How do you feel about that? ‘Cause I still feel . . . I don’t know. I mean the idea of my boyfriend going out — if my boyfriend were to go away for a lad’s holiday for a week?!” She exclaimed, not even wanting to think of such nightmare.
“We let - we don’t care about that,” Harry laughed, pointing between you both. He found it incredibly funny how couples got into arguments about that all the time. It was something either you batted an eye over. “I spend a week with the boys, I come running home like ‘Y/n! Y/n! You’ll not believe what I’m about to tell you! Wait ‘til you hear!’” He mimicked him bursting through the door with his suitcase, usually a bit of sun evident on his face and hat to cover his god-awful, messed up mop. “I FaceTime her every night anyway! I -she’s the first person I tell!”
“No honestly, the second we step foot home, it is always the biggest gossip sesh - as you’d expect!” You defended, “it’s the funniest thing ever, getting to show your photos and tell the stories behind them - it is complete bants.” You almost wiped away a tear just thinking of the past stories you’d told him when your group of friends were ler lose for your annual girl’s trip.
“So you don’t get anxiety at all at the thought of your other half . . running around, shitfaced with other people trying to lay it on them?”
It was quiet, the two of you looking at Grace like you were supposed to have a particular answer. “. . no”
“Why? Why would I?” Harry awkwardly laughed.
“Like . . in terms of cheating?” You assumed, “no? I mean I’m worried if he were to badly hurt himself or get thrown into something, stupid shit like that. If I thought for one second he would cheat on me, I wouldn’t be sitting here with him now, are you joking?!” You scoffed. “People who are worried about letting their man or girl go on holiday with their mates because they know within themselves they would even think of cheating on them — you shouldn’t be with them. For real, what are you doing?”
“Yeah, I’ve never understood that.” Harry agreed, reaching for his drink.
“No but don’t you even get a little bit anxious? Like, what if their mates egg them on?”
“Our mates aren’t like that,” you both laughed, feeling stupid or something for not getting the question. “He literally sends me selfies of him on the strip in Vegas ‘going to find the sexiest stripper ever to cheat on you with tn’,” you’d send her the picture to pop up on the screen from a few months ago.
“No I couldn’t, I’d take that to heart. What if his friends actually encouraged that?”
“We wouldn’t be friends with them if they— are – Grace, are you okay? What relationship trauma have you got?” You reached to jokingly rub her arm while she laughed, realising how you both just didn’t relate to the subject at all.
“No,” she played along, putting her head in her hand. “I just want what you two have.”
You laughed, grabbing her glass, “you will! You do! With Billy!”
“No, I know. I’m joking,” she sipped her drink. “I love that for you though.”
“That’s a question I will never understand, I don’t know, I-I-I think that’s wild, that that's a real thing. I get worried and annoyed about people maybe annoying her trying to get with her and touching her - but not like . . about her replicating. That’s why I can joke about it ‘cause I know she’ll get to joke back about it when it’s his turn.” Except my jealousy actually does go through the roof.
“Right, moving on! I saw you posted a throwback on your story this morning of you during Lockdown saying how different you looked and I need to know - or I’m assuming anyway, that you were one of the couples that survived Lockdown, because lots of couples who were together for years split during this time so I’m curious to hear. Did you or didn’t you?”
“Yeah we did. We were only just back together when Lockdown happened.”
“And you chose to quarantine together?!”
“Yeah, he asked me to.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah. I regretted it.”
You scoffed and hit his arm pathetically.
“No, yeah I did.”
“‘Cause you thought she would change her mind about getting back together?”
“Kind of, yeah. More so just . . missing her.” Getting to spend every day, every minute with you after not having you for approaching 2 years was a God send. “And being able to shag.”
Grace laughed loudly at that.
“I think that’s why so many couples did quarantine together, being honest,” you claimed, “and then realised like . . they’re getting more headaches than . . ”
“Head.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah that’s why I regretted it.”
“Harry,” you scoffed again.
He was only joking . . sort of.
“So you quarantined in your apartment?”
“We quarantined in my parent’s house in Guernsey.”
“No!” Grace gasped, “and you were shagging?!”
“We weren’t really shagging,” he almost rolled his eyes. Sort of. He didn’t need his parents to know that info!
You sure as hell weren’t shagging half as much as you’d liked! “We actually coped really well,” he looked at you to confirm.
“We did. It felt like we got another chance to relive . . the start of our relationship again? ‘Cause I’d always be in his house and we’d just sit up in his room and he’d film and — it was so nostalgic sitting in that bedroom again. It was so weird, but yeah, we loved it.”
“Did either of you catch Covid?”
“He caught covid and tried to get me to— tried to infect me!”
“Did you?!” She laughed.
“No listen—”
“When restrictions lifted and you were first allowed to see other people, I went to my family’s house for a night and he told me he caught it!”
“The second she leaves, I caught it, what’s that about,” he complained.
“He tried to get me to come over to his apartment in Guernsey ’cause he obviously wasn’t going to stay in the house and I was like ‘no! no way’ as much as I woulda wanted to—”
“Fake love.”
“And when he came back to the house he still had symptoms? So his Mum made him stay in his room for another while,” you laughed thinking back to it, “and I stayed with Rosie, and he hated it, he was so bad—”
“‘Cause I was done isolating the two weeks and then I come back and she gets me to do it again and!—”
“I would walk past the stairs and he’d be at the top, nodding for me to come up to his room anyway.”
“It was the most frustrating thing ever, I wasn’t even allowed in the kitchen.”
“Nah that is annoying,” she agreed, “but you isolated together anyway! And it worked out!”
You nodded. Guernsey was your safe place after all, the place you’d found each other and gotten together, it was your little island to act freely together on. Maybe that’s why the relationship flourished so well, ‘cause it’d grown from the roots once again.
“I did touch a bit about your split with you the last time so I don’t think we need to dig too deep, but I am interested to hear if you have anything to say” Grace reached for her bottle of Malibu to top up, glancing at Harry, “i’ll get you another beer if you spill.”
He only closed his eyes, hands tucked away in his pocket.
“I’m just curious because I heard y/n’s side of things which I imagine to be very different from yours because you didn’t stop being on camera when all this was going on and you – I’m assuming you didn’t neglect your socials or anything so I mean . . how did you cope when the relationship status started getting some attention? Did you guys ever announce your split?”
“Did I ever announce our split? Are you taking the piss?” He laughed, looking at her with big eyes. He knew the fanbase had really opened their arms to you in recent years and allowed you the confidence to post without being attacked so much anymore — but he still didn’t owe them anything. His relationship was his business.
“What?! Not even when you got back together?!” She was actually quite surprised to hear this!
“NO!”
“No?”
“No!”
“Huh . . fair enough!”
You laughed at their interaction.
“Did you even acknowledge it in videos? Did you not like . . even poke fun at it?”
Harry slightly cringed and you could tell by how he closed one eye, pulling a face in though, “I mean . . the boys definitely used to try, majority of the time I wouldn’t let it pass, I’d–I’d take it wrong and be sour about it . . but there are definitely few jabs in a video or two, I’m sure, yeah. Nothing personal, just like . . regular ex slander. Probably getting bigheaded for a second and . . yeah.”
“Yeah, those clips get put in edits of me,” you sassily twirled your hair around your finger, acting big headed at the thought of them sneakily slandering you in a video before transitioning into the hottest 15 second edit of yourself.
“Don’t even get me started on the edits.” Grace held a hand up. “So can we actually hear of how you two rekindled? You don’t have to give major details but how did you actually reconnect?”
“He texted me.”
“I texted her.”
“Oh!”
“Yeah, I just texted her. I saw her beforehand . . in a shop or . . and I ran home . . and it was Freezy who said like, just text her and say you saw her, or something.”
“And you did?”
“Yeah, I-I mean . . something in me knew it was a good time to maybe try and reach out or whatever, ‘cause I had times when I wanted to before but I knew I-I wouldn’t – I knew it wouldn’t work.”
“Had you always planned on rekindling?”
“Uhh, I definitely wanted to see her again after that, yeah. I never planned on our last conversation being that last conversation, I wanted to – yeah, I wanted to see her again when we were both . . in good spirits and . . wouldn’t be triggered by seeing each other,” he smiled awkwardly.
“Did you think you’d get back together or did you not get your hopes up?”
“Oh I was on a mission.”
You burst out laughing at that, covering your mouth with your hand as he grinned at your reaction. “No, I-I had my hopes up already like, the second she replied to me. I think I knew I just wasn’t . . I didn’t text her . . to just be her friend. I didn’t text her so I could just be in her life again.” He voiced sneakily.
“But he tried to tell me he wanted to be friends.”
“I did. But you knew I was lying. I knew I was lying.”
“So you always planned on getting her back?” Grace smirked.
“I just wanted her to like me again,” he laughed, “I-I— yeah. I guess so. I just knew that was the end goal. Meeting new people and going back to old habits like — I was so over that, man. I knew that wasn’t for me, and it wasn’t even that I wanted a relationship, I wanted our relationship, our dynamic. It doesn’t hit the same when you’re so used to something else. Even my train of thought wasn’t the same, like . . not saying I was horrific! I like to think I gave my everything and I did my best at being the best for others but it’s like . . this yapping in my head going ‘i don’t wanna do this’, ‘I don’t even wanna do that’, I-I never wanted to do anything out of the genuineness of my heart, things felt like a chore.” He knew it was bad when he had to force himself to plan a nice date when he would have much rather have done something with the boys. “And I’m sorry to say,” he looked to the camera as if these people would be watching, “but like . . I’ve never felt that with her. I’ve never felt obligated to do something for her ‘cause I know I probably should as-as her boyfriend - it’s all natural. ‘Cause I want to, and I think that’s how it should be when you’re with . . the person you're supposed to be with, I think that’s how you know you’re with someone you’re supposed to be with,” he rambled.
“Yeah!”
“And it’s weird man, it’s scary ‘cause like . . you can do all these things, things you enjoy, that make you happy and with someone who you might like and . . it’s just not . . you might not feel fully content. It might never be as fulfilling as what you’ve had before and you just have to accept that which is like . . how is that fair? I hated that shit. I kept comparing and it’s an awful thing to do but my subconscious - I was never enjoying it the way I wanted to,” he paused. “I had this whole crisis over a dream I got married and had kids and was a depressed fucker ‘cause it wasn’t her,” he suddenly side-tracked as he pointed at you, “she was famous on TV for some reason and I realised what a shitty life I was having.”
Grace laughed alongside you who slightly facepalmed because you’d heard of these dreams a hundred times. “What?”
“No, I used to have dreams of her marrying someone and having kids and I’d run into them and just— mate. I would wake up in the worst mood, have anxiety in my chest—”
“HAA! Shut up!” The host hit her chair, finding a relatableness in this underlying jealousy.
“Was the worst, man, but yeah. Longest year of my life.”
“It honestly felt like 5 years looking back on it, I think I get a bit embarrassed when I remember it was only 2 years.”
“It was a year and a half.”
“Ok, a y—”
“It was actually under a year and a half,” he raised his brows, looking at his nails.
“Ok well it felt much longer at the time.”
“Did you cry a lot?”
You looked at her unimpressed. “Are you serious?”
You all laughed at that, struggling to sip your drink, “did you ever cry?”
That question sparked your interest as you looked to your side, watching an awkward smile grow on Harry's face when getting asked such question. He shook his head.
“Now not even once?” Grace didn’t believe him. You didn’t know if you did either, but I mean . . not even once? “Is big W2S not an emotional man?”
“I am, I am, I can be very like — I would be when I’m with my friends and especially when I’m drunk but—” he felt put on the spot . . and this felt so personal and it was going online.
But he looked to his left and saw your face eyeing him up and down for any indication of an answer, the smile on your lips nervous despite not knowing what answer you wanted to hear. “Go on, you did, didn’t ya?” She teased.
“I-I probably cried . . I cried once.”
“No you didn’t,” you threw your head back annoyingly.
But he did. Harry remembered that day in Guernsey when his whole family had gone out and he’d been left alone in his room where he had that pathetic, frustrated cry, hating himself. Even though nobody was home, he still didn’t make a sound, remembering that feeling of hot tears soaking into his lashes as he kept his eyes closed. “I’d like to think I’d cried. I dunno, I can’t remember,” he tried to play it off, “I think I did,” he rubbed his eyelid.
He remembered it well because the next day he’d come downstairs and his Mum had shouted at him, seeing his eyes were red and and she’d assumed he’d smoked drugs while they were out.
And he apologised! Going with it because he wasn’t telling her he’d really cried!
You saw through his facade of embarrassingly covering it up, telling you clearly that what he’d said was true. And viewers would see that little change of expression in your eyes if they watched closely enough, seeing the equivalent of your heart melting like butter.
“No I got drunk and . . other things,” he looked at the camera, breaking you from your daydream as you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah I would cry when . . I would wake up in the middle of the night . . and take a big fat swig of my drink at 3AM ‘cause my mouth turns to a desert — because you weren’t there to shout at me for drinking so loud.” He laughed at you, at the accuracy, and you laughed back at him.
“Have you ever made her cry? ‘Cause my boyfriend makes me cry,” she lowered her head, trying to be serious when really she was holding back a cackle. Your laughter slipped out past your lips and she copied, breaking. Harry looked lost between you both. “No! ‘Cause Billy -he doesn’t actually make me cry- but he makes me want to cry with frustration when he winds me up so bad? Like . . you know when you’re maybe on your period and they try to have a joke and you just aren’t having it on? Or even playing too rough like I can only be RKO’d so many time?”
“No yeah, I get you. I don’t really cry—”
“Y/n, you turned 25 and became an emotional—” Harry didn’t give you the chance.
“Oh?!” Grace laughed at that sudden attack, seeing you freeze with your mouth open.
“You have! You have!” Harry didn't mean it in a bad way, it was simply true. He reached his hand over and squeezed just above your wrist to assure you not to take it badly, but that he was stating a simple fact. “You do, y/n, you cry over spilled milk at times.”
“No I don’t?!”
“You cry over movies and news articles and old photos - I watched you cry over a TikTok of a dog reuniting with her stolen puppies the other day.”
“‘CAUSE IT WAS SAD?!”
“It was happy?! How is that sad?!”
“‘Cause they were taken from her!” Why did you feel a tear wanting to come out at the reminder of that video? But also why were you laughing at him bringing that up?
“See that’s me when I'm on my period.”
“That’s her in general now! She turned into a big pool of butter in the last 2-3 years and-” he shrugged, knowing he was right.
“Are you calling me a snowflake?” You fired, that even Grace jumped because that tone went against what he’d just said.
“Yeah.” He said uneffected.
“Well I don’t cry — I don’t cry when you — actually, you did make me cry the other day,” you bit your finger.
Harry looked at you oddly, having absolutely no recollection of that statement. He literally never made you cry so what were you about to come off with.
“Like there were tears in my eyes.”
“What are you on about?”
“In the kitchen?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.”
“I was winding him up for once,” you already began snickering, “we were in the kitchen and he was just not in the mood. I was— I’ve done this before and just never learned, I did it with a tea towel and it ended the same way. I,” you laughed again. “So he came in, moody already, and I was making something, I was in an upbeat mood, bit hyper, baking the goods—”
“She’s in a silly goofy mood,” Grace already defended your case next to you.
“Yeah! So, he comes in, I see the face: immediately start to wind him up. He’s trying to make tea or something, I dunno, and I hit him with the wooden spoon - not even hard! But on his arse—I mean he jumped.”
“Ooo, crack to the backside.”
“LITERALLY!”
“—and he grabbed the spoon and was like, ‘don’t go there’ and I just get that rush - bearing in mind, he’s smiling the tiniest bit—”
“That’s a green light if I ever saw one! Lets get ready to ruuuuummmmbleeeeeee.”
“Thank you! So . . I do the same, smacked his arse, he goes,” you snickered again.
“—it was a whack! I was annoyed as it is! An—”
“He grabbed my arm, he goes, ‘i’m gonna hurt you if you do that again.’ I was like,” you rubbed your hands together, showing how you were getting a kick out of being the one doing the winding up. “I was clearing up in the kitchen, his back is turned to me, boiling a pot of water— I hit him one sneaky slap and go to sprint— no. He yanked me by my arm and slapped - I mean slapped my ass — you do not understand the sound of this heavy hand, connecting with my cheek. I – Grace, the hand mark on my cheek–” Grace was laughing with at your face, how you brought your hand to your mouth to represent the shock, “you’re laughing. I cried. The tears in my eyes—”
Harry had a little guilt to him as he heard the story back but still smiled because you were in that state of trying to laugh because it was funny, realistically - you’d deserved it, but it had stolen your breath away.
Plus, he knew by the end of the night, he’d took back what he did and lay opposite you, rubbing your poor, tender cheek whilst babbling the sappiest of lines in a baby voice for you to eat up. Yeah, over his dead body was Grace or anyone else hearing that.
“It branded my ass, but yeah. I did cry.”
“What did you do?!”
“I looked at him with tears clouding my vision in shock! It hurt!” But it was funny.
“. . my hand stung to be fair—”
“They play too rough sometimes,” Grace waved her finger at him while looking to the camera, “I get it, I’m telling you. Billy whipped me with the tea towel the other day and—”
“Painful.”
“Yeah! And what arse have I got to protect me? To brace me? Nothin’!”
“I get it! Getting whipped is like—”
“‘Av you ever got whipped with a belt?”
It was silent as she sprung her random question on you, getting sidetracked. You looked at her oddly, but then raised your brows as you realised. “Have actually - but not how you think! Do you remember this? It’s—it’s one of those things of . . d’you know when you get up to random shit in your house?”
“It was one of those conversations of ‘how much would you take to do this?’” Harry tried to help explain. Grace was baffled by what you two clearly got up to in your spare time, what you considered fun, and was laughing with her drink in her mouth.
Harry smiled, “I-I’ve got whipped before! I’ve got whipped before in so many Sidemen videos, I already knew what it was like!”
“Right! Context! Please!”
“I remember exactly when this was, it was when I was packing? The night before Gr—remember? I was packing our case? It was a long day. Bored and tired, sorting our stuff, rooms a mess, stomping over piles of clothes — I find a belt.” You began to explain. “I started doing that thing, d’you know when you fold it over and pull and it makes that smacking sound?”
“Yes!”
“I said to him ‘how much would for me to smack your arse with this?’, he said he’d already got belt to the arse before by the boys; he had to do it for a video, so he said, ‘how much for me to whack you with the belt?’ And he said it wasn’t that sore, and I kind of made it a competition in my head of who could take it better? So I said ‘£70’.”
“Best 70 quid ever,” Harry tried to hold back his cackle as he thought of the event and how it was one of his favorite memories because of the outcome. Rubbing his hands, he recreated his excitement upon telling you to bend over and seeing your unphased expression in the mirror.
Tell you what — it wasn’t unphased a moment later.
“Grace, the next day, not even 12 hours later, I am walking about this sizzling country in my bikini, strutting about the pool with this big fucking belt mark on my ass for everyone and their family to see.”
“FUCK OFF!”
“Everyone’s taking the piss, I can’t even explain ‘cause they’ll just think you’re lying anyway?!”
“Jesus, was it bad?”
“It wasn’t the worst pain like, it kind of just steals your breath,” your brow twitched. It wasn’t . . horrible . . “kind of get an adrenaline rush after it.”
“Kind of get a kick from it, ay? I’ll have to um . . tellBillyaboutthat—” she coughed, “no but I get that, when you get your own place it’s like you do these things - you come off with these ideas - actually, speaking of — how long were you together before you moved out? Because Cal was making fun of me for saying I would move with Billy 5 months into dating him. Is that weird?”
“Nah mate I get that,” Harry agreed, “I would never - I think you have to give it a year before doing that,” he couldn’t imagine moving in with someone so soon. “I mean we moved to London not even a year but—”
“OH HERE WE GO! MR BIASED HERE!—”
“No but I get it—”
“BUT YOU GUYS ARE DIFFERENT, YEAH, OK—”
“I think it’s crazy too, some people move in that soon, but I mean if you know, you know,” you laughed, “I don’t know how we did that – I don’t know how we pulled that off,” you looked at him, “but if you feel it’s right, go for it.”
“It’s just better having your own place together, isn’t it, you get to do whatever you want,” she started.
“Yeah, of course. Your house, your rules. Do whatever shit you want, no consequences.”
“Yeah! You get to make all little personal memories like, yeah, I really want to,” she told you, feeling like she’d gotten encouragement. “I can’t imagine living with your parents still and like . . then hearing if you do have a disagreement or even just spoiling your fun?!”
“Yeah, that probably would have been our issue,” you chuckled, “like being loud, leaving a mess—”
“Hearing you get whipped by a belt—”
“Ye– yeah! Literally! Breaking stuff— me and Harry broke our new dining table a week after getting it ‘cause we were riding a bike indoors, not even drunk, and broke the corner off — we had to deal with it but there were no telling off from parents,” you reasoned.
“You rode a bike inside your apartment?”
“Yeah.” You didn’t need to add further.
“It is better having your own place, I could have never stayed with my parents — I love staying with my parents but when you have someone and like . . yeah, you don’t want - a house can feel very small,” Harry gave his input. “When you get your own house with someone, you’ll never go back to that, honestly.”
“Yeah, I get it, you make it your own. You get to do your own weird shit! Billy and I rented a little cabin the other week and we were just whacking each other with wooden spoons in the kitchen, d’you know what I mean? Testing the good ‘ole pain tolerance.”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah, I really want to. It just the privacy, innit? Not even for sex but even just . . being weird.” She laughed, “like being couple-y with like . . no one to walk in on you.”
You got that completely. Was it relevant to bring up how you and Harry had tested your pain tolerance when you’d bit his nose when laying across from each other in bed, laughing ‘cause it tickled in a way and also that his tolerance was better?
No. He’d maybe want that to stay quiet.
“Anyway! So I have a few questions for you I got sent through before we wrap this up, from my lovely followers,” she held a hand out to the camera. “A few may or may not have come from the boss so if you could just answer them,” she coughed. “What nicknames slash pet names you got for each other?”
You both hesitated.
This was a set up from Freezy. It had to be.
“My girl.”
“My— my big boy.”
The two of you laughed awkwardly between it ‘cause . . I mean come on. “I’ve always called him that, I’m pretty sure there’s a birthday post on my instagram from 2014 of me saying ‘my big boy’,” you half-giggled, rubbing your eye. It slipped out. “S’just . . what I call him. My big boy,” you mimicked patting the back of a baby rested on your shoulder, when really, it was what you did to Harry when he came home after a day’s work, tired with a sore head from all the lighting, he’d throw himself down on top of you for you to baby whilst also catching up on Love Island. Scratching and tickling his back, peering over his shoulder as his scent would fill your nose.
But also — in another sense. Wanting your big boy to come over and throw himself down on you alright.
Harrys wasn’t unique either, but how he said it was what melted your insides. Always said with excitement and pride, empathy and comfort. You didn’t have to say your name to know who his ‘girl’ was.
“Sometimes George. Harry George. But that’s mostly for a warning or in disbelief or somethin’,” you itched your nose. Rarely he just got George, maybe when he was in a daydream and not responding to any name you’d say it. But hearing his middle name made Harry nervous, because it either meant something really good or something really bad was coming from you. He always kinda just . . froze at the top of the stairs.
“Pet peeve about one another?”
“I hate the amount of times he puts his fucking hand in his fucking pants,” you looked over to see if his hand was tucked beneath the waistband, “he is the worst for that, you know the way guys do that?”
“Oh my God,” he already grumbled from his chair, surprised he hadn’t expected that answer.
“I don’t care if it’s comforting or whatever, every time I look over at him, he’ll could be sitting on the sofa with his hand on his fuckin’—”
“No ‘cause its like—”
“I don’t need a demonstration! I’m just saying.”
“I don’t get it either. I imagine it to be like when you put your hands between your thighs to keep ‘em warm.”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“What’s your pet peeve about her?”
Harry pondered. He looked at you, tapping his finger to his lip. “I hate the way she overanalyses everything. Sorry — I hate the way she overanalyses me. Men. She does it with my mates—”
“What?” Even you could feel a laugh coming on. “What do you mean by that?!”
“Like she gets all psychological in the way you think! Over everything! In an argument! In a debate! Like like like— I will give you a perfect example,” oh he clearly had something to get off his chest! “A while ago . . . we were arguing. Call it a disagreement.”
“Oh I remember this,” you nodded your head dramatically.
“I . . . got louder.”
“He raised his voice.” You corrected.
“What? You shouted?”
“He raised his voice, and I— I was like—” you’d honestly been shocked when a certain someone’s temper got the best of him, standing in your hall with your mouth open and him trying to speak over you. You hadn’t even argued back after it, not wanting to look at him after addressing you like that. You’d gone and resumed your tv show, blanking him.
He was right, it wasn’t a big fight, but he’d made it a big deal doing that.
What girl liked being shouted at by their man? Their big boy?
“It wasn’t even a fight! I said not 20 minutes later, I apologised, I was like ‘I am sorry for shouting but you weren’t hearing what I saying—’, she goes, ‘no, I was raising my voice—” god, he mocked your voice so bad.
“I said ‘I raised my voice because you weren’t listening to me’, I said ‘you were raising your voice because I wasn’t doing what you wanted me to do’—”
“You said obeyed.”
“I don’t think I did.”
“No you did.”
“I think I rem—”
“No, I remember you said it.”
“. . this argument is 2 years old?” You looked at him.
“And I remember it like it was yesterday ’cause I remember you made it sound like I was some big disgusting, controlling man and-and not your equal.”
Your mouth fell open slightly as you looked at him with raised brows, heart kind of pinching at his words.
He really thought that?
“Aww, what?” You reached your arm around his neck as he played on your guilt, not wanting it to be taken seriously, but he meant it.
“So there you go, she gets in your head and picks it apart, she does it all the time on Ethan an—” he tried to play up his act as you just wanted nothing more than to pull him on top of you and smother him in love like he was your big baby like at home.
“You mansplain the male mind fo males, is that your specialty?” Grace laughed, finding that such a boss move.
“No she literally does! She goes to Lux the other day!” Somehow you were the one on him, his arms wrapped around whilst trying to have a conversation with Grave with his beer in his other hand, “—‘don’t use weaponised incompetence on me, it’ll not work’,” Harry pulled his baffled face, “DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT FUCKIN’ MEANS?!”
“WEAPON WHAT?!”
Gosh. You really weren’t on the same page for once.
“Using her big words to patronise everybody,” he looked at you, up and close, now you say just centimetres from his eyes, getting inspected. He loved you for it though.
“Is that your big word?” Your lips tugged to the side, and when he pulled his blank face, you laughed, and reached for your drink to finish off, sliding off him.
“What is weaponsided incompetence?”
“It’s when someone pretends to be bad at something so you’ll do it for them,” you explained, stirring the little umbrella in your glass.
“Oh my God.”
“That’s my pet peeve, she thinks she’s smar—she thinks she’s better than everybody,” your boyfriend teased in a serious tone.
“I am,” you spoke into the rim of your glass before taking a sip.
“Did you ever shag in the lamborghini?”
Cal had to have asked that.
“No.”
“No.”
“No? Did you have a lambo?!”
“‘Course he did,” you rolled your eyes so far back. What did you expect for a basic white boy to buy with his horrific stacks of cash?
“No. It was too low, too cramped.” Harry mumbled.
“The Mini Cooper did the job,” you rubbed your eye, laughing with the confession. “You can make fun of it all you want, my little girly car and have your cool cars — that’s not where the shagging went on!”
Grace laughed, laughing even more at the blond who was hiding his face in his hand at the conversation.
“ThisIsMoreSoMyOwnCuriosity—have you ever called someone the other’s name?” She locked her phone. “Did it ever . . slip out?”
It was quiet from both you, “y—” neither wanting to answer. I mean cut you both some slack, you’d been with such other over 4 years at the time! It was gonna take a moment to change the name on the tip of your tongue! At least you could say so on a certain occasion . .
But Harry’s embarrassed shake of the head and avoid on gaze told you both something you didn’t know before.
Woah! Talk about soulmate behaviour, no? No?
“One of the first dates I went on after him, they asked me what my necklace stood for – I’d worn it going to bloody dinner!” You shared, the H seeming to stand out under the lights as you talked about it. You could still remember the shock on your face as you reached for it, completely forgetting of its existence. But again, you’d worn it every single day for so man years, it didn’t even feel like it was there anymore.
“Safe to say I’m sure he didn’t come back,” she swiftly moved on, holding in a laugh. “Why haven’t you put a ring on it?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” the blond dropped his head bashfully.
“Isn’t like . . your friends getting married?”
“Yeah.”
“So why . . ? Are you scared or something?”
“I-I-I . . . I don’t know, I just don’t know. Just anxiety man.”
“Don’t you want to marry that?” Grace pointed to you.
And he looked at you still smiling awkwardly, and he didn’t know why he was put off so much. With you, he could do anything. For you, he’d do anything, so why did he let nerves get the best of him when he knew everything would be ok? “You say all these things, you don’t like anyone else and you won’t cuff this bitch for life? This smoking hot bitch—”
“I don’t know! I don't know! Maybe when Vik and Simon get married, I’ll get . . encouraged.”
You rolled your eyes.
“You coulda been the first.”
“I coulda been. Coulda been. If I proposed — I wish I’d done it 5 years in . . and then I coulda waited a while.” But oop! Wha—what happened around 2019 again? What were you doing back then?
Not each other, tell you that.
“Mate - too many anniversaries to celebrate! I-I – we need to find our anniversary so we can get married on that day ‘cause I ain’t celebrating two different—”
“No, you guys should get married on your 10 year anniversary, then it’s a nice whole number,” Grace sparked the bright idea with a snap of her fingers.
“I’ve thought of that before,” you admitted, but then that’d mean you’d only have a year or so to plan. Not that Harry knew this anyway. You could tell he didn’t know this ‘cause he looked at you interestingly.
Hm.
“Do you want to get married?”
“I don’t even know, like,” he looked at you oddly, “what difference does it make? You finally take your purity ring off, or-or,” he said bluntly. You laughed loudly in the back of your hand.
“I mean I’d get your last name,” you looked at the toes of your shoes.
That was what hung over you, and that was what caught him out too. That was the one thing that made the day worth it for him. But ugh, what a long day.
Grace interrupted. “I want in on the Hen.”
“You and Cal can plan them,” you laughed. “No, I genuinely don’t care. I would never rush him. We’re chilling. I don’t even know what shape ring I want.”
That made Harry slightly nervous.
“What would people be surprised to hear about you both? As a couple? About your relationship?”
That both made you pause and think hard.
“Likeee . . do you ever have any assumptions from fans that are just totally wrong? Like—”
“Oo! Yeah! I know! People like to think I—‘cause I don’t post pictures. I don’t take pictures of her or that we have no pictures together,” Harry shook his head, “my camera roll is horrific.”
“LET ME SEE.”
“Jesus Christ, no,” he actually had to laugh in his hand at the inexplicable shit he had on there. A lit from the boys WhatsApp chat. He didn’t even know how to explain certain photos to you.
“GO ON!”
“Your video would get demonetised I guarantee you,” he laughed, “but I do take a lot of photos, especially of her.” Truth be told — you were probably the most photographed thing in there. “Our whole house is covered in photos?!”
“Our whole house is covered in photos,” you confirmed, “the second you step through the door, you will see pics from ski trips or Dubai or Italy or Amsterdam,” you could see the little frame photograph you’d gotten a stranger to take of you both on your first holiday trip.
Your favourite had to be holiday photos, specifically candids, like when Freezy took of you both sharing a chair and talking on the balcony, or with your arms around him in the water, tasting the same food and drink in an outside restaurant or when you’d put cold, greek yoghurt on his face when he’d burnt it to a crisp under the sun. You’d put it on yours, to make him feel less stupid, and taken a selfie with faces good enough to eat. But your all time favourite had to be when he’d taken a seat at bottom of a sunlounger, and you’d felt his scalp and how hot it’d got from under the sun. He’d sat facing you, and you’d put a towel over his head to protect it from burning even more, and done the same for yourself, knowing you both looked stupid and not like the hot Insta-influencers you both tried to be. It was his Mum who had taken it from next to you, probably to post on Facebook, but it was your favourite, how you both didn’t care as you spoke shit to one another, in your own world, laughing at whatever the other was saying.
“We have loads of fucking’ pictures,” Harry stretched his arms above his head, getting ton comfy in his seat when he’d be needing to move shortly. Too many that was going to be a pain to take down and put up again in your new house.
“9 years worth, hard picking out what ones,” you scraped down your brow hairs. You weren’t even going to mention how you changed the photo on your bedside table depending on what way you cleaned up your room and put on your bedsheets.
“Really! You don’t have all your photos do you?! On iCloud?”
“Oh yeah, Grace. If my iCloud got leaked, I -we- are fucked.”
“Alright, last question because God knows how long this video is and I’m sure the two of you are sick of seeing my face: what is the secret to an ever-lasting, happy relationship?” She locked her phone.
“Just wing it, man.”
You hit his arm, thinking about your answer.
“I think you just have to pick someone who can take a joke, who will keep the relationship playful even when you’re 80. Someone — I think I saw something from David Beckham when he got asked the secret to his marriage and he said ‘she’s my best friend. Would you want to hurt your best friend?’ and I think that kind of reminds me of — I mean you're looking at me like I’m some fuckin’ weirdo now but I know for a fact I would never want to upset any friend of mine. If I was with Talia and Faith and whoever, I’m not thinking about things I could do or say that could hurt them in any possible way, I wouldn’t dare jeopardise them if I think the world of them. Would you do something on Tobi or Ethan or Chris of Freezy or whoever, that you would do on me?”
“No.”
“Well then.”
“Yeah, it’s perfectly valid. I mean I think everyone calls their partner their best friend but when you like . . when they're really that, you don’t even — the things come naturally, you don’t even think of doing . . stupid stuff.” Yeah, he actually related more to that quote than he thought he would. Huh. “Date your best friend.”
“Find friendship in your partner. Keep things light.”
“And shag like the world is ending— no i’m joking,” Harry took back his comment with a high laugh towards you.
“Sure,” you perked a brow, ready to get him out of here.
“Not even to be that guy, but I genuinely think you just know as well. I think you just know within yourself when you’re supposed to know a person, when you’re supposed to be with them like — go with your gut instinct. If it feels like it’s changing you inside - for the better - you’re probably meant to be with them. Same for if they’re not meant for you, if you feel they’re changing you for the worst, drop that donny.” He snapped his fingers before pointing lazily to the camera.
“Very valid,” you nodded.
“Wow, I love that. Thank you for that— thank you for your time, today! I appreciate you both being here today, seriously, you have no idea.”
“No worries, thank you for having us on, it’s always a pleasure.” You smiled at her.
“Guys, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you but you can check these guys out I think on most platforms. You already know their socials, you already know YouTubes. Make sure you subscribe to my channel for more content like this and follow me on my socials - tell them to follow me, they’ll listen to whatever you say.”
“Follow her socials,” Harry obeyed awkwardly, looking at the camera with a giggle.
He was so weird at times. How do you make that awkward?
God, you loved him.
“And before you go, what Saving Grace have you got for me and the viewers at home?”
Harry sat with his mouth open in thought whilst your face pulled together in thought.
“Marry your best friend.”
Aw that was—
“And punch Calfreezy in the face when he’s a dickhead.” Harry hopped off his seat.
You laughed at him, looking at the camera, lost. “And Chip. Just . . the next time you see him. From us.”
Grace was laughing, unable to end the clip as it just cut with you all sharing a pathetic laugh.
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first stop: ireland
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In the rolling green hills of the Irish countryside, where the air was crisp and the scent of flowers hung in the air, Harry and Y/N found themselves on a mission to find the perfect pint of Guinness. It was the third day into their stop-off in Ireland, and the pair had landed themselves in the middle of nowhere.
''Just get your phone out and look on maps; there's gotta be a pub around here somewhere,' Harry sighed. 'I mean, we're in Ireland of all places,''
Y/N rolled her eyes. They'd been walking for over twenty minutes with no luck—Harry mumbling about having a feeling he knew where he was despite the fact he had never been to this part of Ireland. It must have been his pro-Geoguesser skills talking, but right now those skills were useless and they were lost.
''I've got no service, H. We're in the back end of nowhere.'' Y/N laughed, watching as the boy looked around the endless green fields, not a house or person other than the two of them in sight, just a few cows and sheep.
''Alright, well, trust me,'' he said clapping his hands together. ''I think 5 more minutes walking this way and we'll find something.''
5 minutes turned to 10, and 10 turned to 20, but eventually, they found themselves wandering into a quaint pub nestled at the edge of the smallest town either of them had ever seen. Harry was thrilled, gloating at the fact that he had managed to get them here with no directions, leaving out the point in which he had to thumb a random car down and ask the person driving where the closest town was. Y/N kept her mouth shut, letting him have his moment.
So their mission to find the perfect pint continued, Harry ordering them two pints of Guinness and two packets of Tayto (Irish crisps), eager to partake in this quintessential Irish tradition.
''You know, this pint is going to blow your mind.' Harry spoke, placing a glass and coaster in front of his lover.
''Oh, I bet'' she laughed in response, rolling her eyes when he wasn't looking. ''What'd you say we just neck it? Make it a competition?''
Harry narrowed his eyes, staring at her with a look that said, 'as if you think you could beat me necking a pint' without actually saying it.
''Come on, it'll be fun,'' Y/N said, opening her bag of crisps.
''Alright, doll, but don't be complaining when I annihilate you'' stopping to point at her ''and this pint of Guinness.'' Harry spoke and Y/N sent him a playful eyeroll back in return.
''3''
''2''
''1''
''Cheers,'' they both said, clinking their glasses together and then tapping the bottom of the glass on the table, a drinking tradition they always did whenever they necked their drinks.
The creamy foam tickled their lips, dancing on their tongues as they tilted their heads back in hopes of downing the liquid. While drinking, they traded friendly banter and teasing glances, Harry kicking Y/N's leg under the table in hopes that she'd get distracted.
What felt like an eternity was probably only a few seconds for the pair. In the end, it was Y/N who emerged victorious, hitting her glass down on the table before Harry could finish his own.
''Ha!'' Y/N laughed as Harry placed his glass on the table not long after her. ''Better luck next time, babe.''
''I let you win that, by the way,'' he said, taking a crisp from the opened packet on the table.
''Oh, shut up, you're such a sort loser, H.'' Y/N replied, laughing as Harry failed to meet her eye. One thing Y/N loved but also hated about Harry was that he was a terrible loser when it came to accepting defeat, and as much as she knew best to not wind him up even further, she found it hard to conceal her triumph.
''How about another round then?' She grinned at the moody boy across from her and said, ''Maybe I'll let you win this time.''
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second stop: france
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The second stop on Harry and Y/N's travels was France, and the pair had found themselves in Disneyland Paris. Harry wasn't necessarily a massive Disney fan, nor was Y/N, but she had said she wanted to go at least once in her life, and Harry was not one to ever say no to his girl.
So the pair found themselves in the heart of Disneyland, surrounded by the charm of Main Street, stumbling upon a little photo booth adorned with twinkling lights and colourful decorations.
"Look, Harry. A photo booth!" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. ''Let's get some pictures!''
Harry grinned, following her, and she pulled his arm, his heart happy that she was happy.
They stepped inside the booth, greeted by an array of playful props—oversized sunglasses, feather boas, and, most importantly, Minnie and Mickey headbands adorned with sparkling sequins.
"Oh my god,'' Y/N said, reaching for a pair of Mickey ears and placing them on her head. ''Here, you take the Minnie ones.''
Harry laughed, taking the pair of Minnie ears for himself. "Hope these fit on my big head.''
With giggles of delight, they struck playful poses for the camera, their laughter echoing in the small booth as they captured memories that would last a lifetime.
As the flash illuminated the space, Y/N leaned in close to Harry, her eyes shining with happiness. "I love this, H. It's like we're teens again, just having fun together."
Harry smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Reminds me of that shitty little photo booth we did back in Guernsey the first time you came to visit.''
They soon emerged from the photo booth, their cheeks flushed with excitement and their smiles reaching from ear to ear as they collected their pictures.
Looking at the pictures, the pair laughed at one another's silly poses, both agreeing it would look perfect stuck on their fridge with a magnet back in their London flat.
'Definitely worth the 12 euros.''
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third stop : the netherlands
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The third stop of their trip around Europe was the Netherlands. The pair had found themselves in the heart of Amsterdam, where the streets buzzed with energy and the scent of freshly baked stroopwafels wafted through the air.
Amsterdam was always quite nostalgic for Harry and Y/N. It was one of their favourite places to visit, not just with the two of them but also with their friends. They knew all the good spots to go, the best bars, restaurants and especially what cafes served the best weed brownies.
''First night in Amsterdam, what'd you say we start with a brownie?'' Harry questioned, knowing that this would trigger a long night ahead of them.
Y/N hesitated for a moment, knowing what the pair were like when they were high, but ultimately her curiosity was piqued by the suggestion. "Oh, I don't know, Harry. Isn't it a bit early?"
Harry shrugged, taking her hand in his. "Come on, Y/N. When has that ever stopped us? Plus, we're in Amsterdam; where else are we gonna get the chance to get stoned off a shitty little brownie?”
With a nervous laugh, Y/N relented, allowing Harry to lead her into a cosy cafe that the pair had visited a few years prior. They ordered two brownies and two cans of Diet Coke and found a quiet corner to sit and indulge.
As they took their first bites, the rich, chocolaty flavour melted on their tongues, leaving behind a lingering warmth that spread through their bodies.
Y/N looked at Harry, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Do you feel anything yet?"
Harry shook his head, his expression uncertain. "Not yet, silly. Takes a while to kick in. ."
As they waited, Y/N and Harry exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The pair had gone on a booze boat earlier that day and were only just feeling like the alcohol was wearing off—perhaps the two mixed together wasn't a great combination.
More time passed and suddenly , a wave of laughter overcame Y/N, and her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Harry, I think it's starting to work."
Harry chuckled, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over him, his eyes looking larger and puffier than usual. "You're right, love. I can feel it too."
Their laughter filled the cafe, drawing amused glances from the other customers as Y/N and Harry lost themselves in the joy of the moment.
As they sat together, hand in hand, Harry and Y/N realized that sometimes the best adventures were the ones shared with the person you loved most, especially when they ended in fits of laughter and memories that would last a lifetime.
''There's no one else I'd rather get completely baked with.''
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fourth stop: stockholm, sweden
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The next stop for the pair was the picturesque countryside of Sweden, where the summer sun danced on the fields of flowers and the air was sweet with the scent of blooming blossoms.
Unknown to Harry and Y/N when booking the trip, they found that the days of their stay aligned with the midsummer festivities that Sweden had to offer. Y/N, with her bright eyes and infectious laughter, eagerly anticipated the festival, whereas Harry was less enthused.
As they joined the festivities in the village square, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. "This is so good, H. It'll be such a laugh later, making flower crowns and dancing around the Maypole.''
Harry forced a smile, but inwardly, he cringed at the thought of wearing a flower crown. While Harry was a boy most definitely secure in himself, the thought of a few flowers stuck to his hair made him feel a bit daft. "Yeah, it's great, Y/N. But do we really have to wear those flower crowns?"
Y/N eyes widened in surprise. "Of course we do, H! I've seen you wear questionable things over the years; surely a flower crown isn't where you draw the line?''
Reluctantly, Harry followed Y'N to the flower crown-making station, ultimately knowing that she was right and he had just been silly. They were greeted by a table overflowing with colourful blooms and delicate ribbons.
As Y/N eagerly began crafting her crown, Harry hesitated once more, feeling out of place amidst the sea of flowers. "I don't know, doll. I feel silly wearing this."
She laughed, gently placing a crown of pink and red roses on his head. "Oh, stop it, you look lovely! Trust me, everyone wears them. It's part of the fun."
Harry grumbled under his breath. The thought of the boys slating him in the group chat once they got a hold of a picture of him wearing the flowers, was in the back of his mind. Pushing the thought away, he decided to go along with it for Y/N sake, knowing all the boys had probably done a lot worse to please their missus. As they joined the other villagers in dancing around the Maypole, Harry felt him ease into the festivities a bit more, feeling comfortable with Y/N's reassuring grip on his hand.
The music played, and laughter filled the air and he found himself getting caught up in the joy of the moment. He twirled Y/N around the dance floor, the flower crown long forgotten as they lost themselves in the magic of Midsummer.
''Guess I don't look that daft after all.'' he shouted over the crowd.
The music and dancing continued until the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky blazed with hues of orange and yellow, Harry realized that sometimes embracing tradition meant embracing the ones you loved—even if it meant wearing a what he had once described as a 'silly flower crown'. And as he looked at Y/N, her eyes shining with happiness, he knew that celebrating Midsummer with her was a memory he would cherish forever.
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fifth stop : greece
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Greece was the next place that Harry and Y/N had found themselves on their travels. Swimming in the tranquil waters of the Aegean Sea, Harry and Y/N set off on a boating adventure, hearts light and bellies full from the fruit that they had devoured at breakfast.
As they cruised along the shimmering surface of the water, Harry's playful antics grew more and more daring, fueled by the warmth of the sun and one too many shots of Ouzo.
''Y/N, prepare to be amazed!'' he exclaimed, his voice slurred with intoxication as he stood on the edge of the boat, a grin on his face.
''What are you playing at now?'' Y/N rolled her eyes, accustomed to Harry's antics.
With a flourish, Harry announced his intention to perform a daring flip off the side of the boat—a feat he was certain would impress Y/N.
"Get your camera out, this’ll go viral!" Harry declared, his confidence buoyed by the alcohol coursing through his veins.
Reluctantly, she reached for her phone, trying to suppress a giggle as she aimed the camera at her swaying boyfriend.
But as Harry prepared to launch himself into the air, his balance faltered, and he stumbled awkwardly before falling unceremoniously into the water with a loud splash.
She burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement, as she watched Harry emerge from the water, sputtering and coughing.
"You've had an absolute stinker," Y/N teased, her laughter echoing across the lake.
Harry sheepishly climbed back onto the boat, his pride wounded but his spirits still high. "A proper howler," he replied, trying to save face as he joined Y/N in laughter.
As they continued their boating adventure, Harry's failed flip became the stuff of a legend, a story they would retell for years to come, a moment that Y/N would be forever grateful she got on camera.
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last stop: iceland
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The last stop on their travels was Iceland, where bubbling geysers and towering waterfalls painted the landscape in hues of wonder. It was their final day of their holiday, and Harry and Y/N found them immersed in the tranquilly of the Blue Lagoon.
As they waded into the warm, mineral-rich waters, Y/N let out a contented sigh, her worries melting away with each gentle ripple.
"This has been amazing, Harry," Y/N said, her voice filled with awe as she gazed around at the ethereal beauty of their surroundings. ''The best few weeks of my life, I think.''
Harry smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection, as he reached for Y/N's hand, admiring the black swimsuit that clothed her body. "Glad we picked Iceland as our last spot, best way to end it I think.”
They floated together in blissful silence, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water against the rocky shore. And as the night sky darkened, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that their holiday was coming to an end.
"I wish we could stay here forever," Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with longing. ''Gonna miss it being just us.''
Harry squeezed her hand, his gaze soft with understanding. "Me too, lovely.“ he paused moving his other hand to graze over her cheek. “But we'll do it again some time soon, I promise. Anytime I've got a few days free on the calendar, they're all for you.''
Y/N smiled, holding out her pinky finger and latching it on to his. "Promise.”
With a promise made, they watched the sun set over the horizon, holding each other close, talking about the precious moments they had shared over the last few weeks—moments filled with love, laughter, and obscene amounts of alcohol. Moments they would remember forever.
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kink-o-ween '24 - master-list
welcome to kink-o-ween 2024! this is the master-list for every fic that is being posted for this little event. it is on par with kinktober, but with my own bunny spin on it! this will be updated daily until the end of the month and will contain every kink-o-ween fic that it being posted!
please read the tags on the post before reading!
edit: these fics will be updated in full from nov. 3rd until nov. 7th (as to not clog the tags)
alexander albon - virginity
max verstappen & charles leclerc - threesome
lance stroll - toys
daniel riccicardo - cockwarming
logan sargeant - shower sex
charles leclerc - pet play
lando norris - lingerie
sergio perez - hate sex
fernando alonso - semi-public sex
oscar piastri - breeding kink
toto wolff - daddy kink
max verstappen - rivals
lewis hamilton - free use
lando norris - collars/leashes
logan sargeant - praise kink
max verstappen - dom/sub dynamics
alexander albon - wet dreams
carlos sainz jr. - roleplay
lando norris - size kink
lance stroll - brat
toto wolff - degradation kink
george russell - mirror sex (to be posted: 10/23)
max verstappen - filming/recording
carlos sainz jr - slutty behavior
lando norris - mafia au
oscar piastri - temperature play
toto wolff - power dynamics
fernando alonso - alternate universe (ceo au)
daniel ricciardo - uniform kink
lewis hamilton - non penetrative sex
toto wolff - monsters au
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⋆｡˚ ❀ bigbrother!rafe
𐙚 fucking at the country club. 𐙚 in the bathroom right next to your parents room. 𐙚 he films for later purposes. 𐙚 "it doesnt count, its fine." 𐙚 under the table. 𐙚 in your room after your parents leave. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ littlebrother!rafe
𐙚 he eats you out whenever you want. 𐙚 he LOVES your tits. 𐙚 cant stop eating you out after you taught him how. 𐙚 loves when you ride him. 𐙚 you just looked too good during movie night. 𐙚 you take his virginity. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ uncle!rafe
𐙚 missionairy. 𐙚 what he sends to his friends(image). 𐙚 he loves having you on his lap. 𐙚 how he wakes you up. 𐙚 size difference. 𐙚 need this with him so bad. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ highschoolteacher!rafe
𐙚 punishing you for not coming to school yesterday. 𐙚 his home computers homescreen(image). 𐙚 tutoring! you got an a on the test. 𐙚 tummy bulge. 𐙚 school bathroom. 𐙚 your parents are out of town. 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ dealer!rafe
𐙚 smokes while you give him head. 𐙚 holding a gun to your head to make you suck him off. 𐙚 you dont have enough money. 𐙚 handcuffs. 𐙚 he ruins your pretty party makeup:(. 𐙚 smoking during sex(p2). 𐙚
⋆｡˚ ❀ other!rafe
𐙚 leash. 𐙚 bunny. 𐙚 fucks you with his gun. 𐙚 in the car after the beach. 𐙚 youre just so needy and he is just so mean. 𐙚 how he shows you off to his friends. 𐙚
SHOW ME
Summary: While getting for a date night, Bucky, your stepdad, gives you the perfect validation you need. But, the two of you know that you don’t need any.
Pairings: Beefy!Stepdad!Bucky x reader (any race)
Word Count: 5k+
Warnings: mdni, rough sex, pussy worshipping, oral sex (female receiving), size kink, fingering, cussing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, choking, stepcest, cheating, name calling (daddy, whore, cumslut, you know the usual), age gap (reader is 23 and Bucky is in his early 40s or late 30s), heavy degradation with a sprinkle of praise, marking kink, choking kink, mild mirror stuff.
Author’s Note: So this happened. Hope you guys enjoy it and don’t forget to reblog and comment. I love hearing what all of you have to say about my work.
Thanks to @theluxuriousfangirl @ashfaceiwa @commonintrest @bucky-barnes-diaries @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for helping mw with this
DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, TRANSLATE OR DO ANY OF THAT CHEAP SHIT.
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A date night is all you intended the night you finally had time for yourself to be. A night where you would potentially be meeting someone who would have the privilege for you to call them ‘the one’ and if it doesn’t go well, at least you would be getting some good considering you decided to meet somewhere you would enjoy. This was your night for you to finally focus on yourself and do the first thing that your heart desires without thinking if you were free or had work to do later. Just like the rest of the house.
It was a night for everyone to unwind, with you on your date, your mother off with her friends, and Bucky- your stepfather- doing whatever it is that he does. You never really knew what exactly he would do while he was not held up with work, it was not something of your interest anyways.
Even though Bucky was very much a part of what you were very interested in.
Living with your mother’s husband, while you were away from college and back home, was almost like living with a roommate that you never really bonded with but you knew him even though there never really was anything spoken between the two of you ever since he had moved in while you were 21.
Just short conversations of how life was treating the two of you and talks of random topics thrown in between. What lingered between moments of these conversations was a kind of tension that you knew exactly what kind it was but never could really admit it. Even if you did, it would only be you admitting the kind of frenzy the air around you goes into whenever you and Bucky are near each other.
You were very sure that it was only you who could feel every moment slowing down as if time was giving you the opportunity to really look into everything happening each second and a chance to point out that there was something obvious.
Even though you didn’t know much about Bucky, it was as if you knew him better than even the woman he was married to.
His gaze falling over you through the strands of hair that had escaped out from the knot low on his head, his presence so far away but it was like he was right next to you, the invisible hold he had like he actually had his hands around your body, sending shivers and shudders from the mere touch which truly never was a touch.
Lingering touches, scrutinized by your mind craving for a sign that it wasn’t just you who got caught in all these little moments with Bucky, and the rush of feelings so fast that you could never really point out what they were but could only focus on the fluttering in your tummy that they brought, all of this was something that unknown to you, Bucky also felt.
The thread connected the two of you but neither of you knew that the thread that you held was held at the other end by the other.
To you Bucky was your mom’s husband, someone way out of your league and to Bucky, you were his wife’s daughter, someone who he shouldn’t even have any inappropriate thoughts about when he’s married to her mother.
All these thoughts swirled in your head as you looked at yourself in the mirror, adorned with a short dress perfect for your date while you tugged at the hem, adjusting your dressing as you wished while the light illuminating the room, traced ever curve and dip in its glowing light as if to highlight your beauty and make it stand out.
Bare face and undressed hair, you wore while the distant chattering of the television that Bucky was watching, the two of you trying your hardest to not think about the fact that the house was deserted except for the two of you in it.
Only you and Bucky all alone.
So many things could happen, and Bucky had his mind exactly on those things as, whatever was playing on the television went on while his eyes were glued to it unlike his mind, which was stuck on you and every thought about you. There was only so much the invisible restraints could do from letting his mind finally wander through the dark alley illuminated by every thought of you.
And as the alley was getting brighter with every thought of you, the restraints loosened as if to finally give in to something that Bucky shouldn’t, the fear and hesitance wearing out with every ray of your light falling upon them.
The fear didn’t lie in the notion of indulging in something forbidden, the fear laid in the fact that neither of you would be able to stop from indulging yourselves and drowning in the sea of lust, the water clouding your eyes from any kind of reason for you to stop all while neither of you did anything to save yourselves from the result of lust and need.
Neither of you knew that today was the day that would have the two of you finally giving in and letting your lust and need cloud everything that you were made of, blinding the two of you with its power as Bucky tried focusing on whatever was playing on the television and you were too busy running your hands all over yourself, admiring the way your dress adorned your body.
In a moment of being too lost, your hands swing to accidentally knock over a stack of old papers onto the floor, swaying in the air as they scatter and touch the ground while groans of frustration left your mouth as you stared at the papers on the floor, glaring at them as if in distaste at the interruption.
“ Thank you so fucking much,” you grumble before huffing and bending down to pick up the papers, as your frustration buzzes through you for interrupting your time.
Amidst your grumbling and sounds of the papers folding and crumbling, while you harshly yank them, collecting them into your hands, you don’t hear the heavy rapid footsteps approaching your room.
The sound of the papers falling had immediately caught Bucky’s attention and not a second later he was bolting towards your room, the need to know the cause for the sound guiding his feet. But, the moment he was at your door, the rapid racing of his heart completely halted as if captured in a trance while his breath was stuck in his throat, Bucky too focused on the sight in front of him to let it out because there you were bending down on the floor while the hem of your dress rode up, clearly showing your red lace panties and the cheeks of your ass peeking from under the hem.
If Bucky thought that he could contain himself anymore around you, you were making it so much harder for him and honestly, he doesn't want to hold back anymore. Not when you’re all dressed up, looking pretty as always and just begging for him with the way you were bent down on the ground.
Bucky wanted nothing more than to keep you there, ass high up in the air while he kissed and sucked on your pretty cunt through your panties from behind. Oh, he would tease you until you cried and begged him to ruin you.
Lick and suck that sweet pussy of yours, while you sob his name because he would not stop, not until he got his fill of what he had needed for so long and he knew that you being the good slut you are, you would let him take anything he wanted from you. The sight of you and his thoughts alone already had him getting hard in his sweatpants, making him reach down to adjust his hardening cock and praying that you wouldn’t notice the obvious tent in his pants which was much harder to hide.
Deep down Bucky knew that there was no way you did not want this too.
Bucky’s presence had already filled your room in a way only he can, and immediately you whipped your head to where he stood at the door, your breath getting caught in your chest by how Bucky almost filled the entire door, with his huge frame and bulging muscles while he looked dazed as he peered down at you, his blues faded into a deep color that almost resembled black.
Biting down a smirk and trying your hardest not to squirm with the way how your pussy dripped had already started soaking your panties from the obvious tension between you and Bucky, you ask, “ Did you want something?”
An audible gulp filled the room as Bucky tried to look as normal as he could while replied, “ Uh just heard a sound and wanted to check if you’re fine.”
Bucky watched as you stood up from the floor to place the stack back on the table, his eyes glued to where your dress rode up a bit more making a smirk pull up on your lips and you pull the hem down only for him to realize that he has been staring and snapped his gaze back at you.
The smirk on your face was enough for Bucky to know that you were teasing him, pushing him over the edge so that he finally snaps and ruins you like how you want to be ruined by him and he cannot deny that your plan is working way too well. And who is he to not snap and give you what you want?
Licking his lips and with his cock throbbing in his sweats, Bucky walks up to you with his muscles bulging with every step making him look even bigger than he already is, making you rub your thighs together, your panties sticking to your pussy getting drenched even more.
“ Well, I’m fine. Just knocked a stack of papers down.” You say as you look at yourself in the mirror, running your fingers through your hair while Bucky stands next to you and you have never felt so small in someone’s presence.
Bucky towered over you, his body so much bigger and bulkier and the size difference only makes your breath more rapid as you feel your wetness coat your inner thighs.
“ You gotta be more careful, kitten. You can’t always be a dumb girl now.” Bucky coos, the degradation, and the nickname make your breath hitch.
In the mirror you could see Bucky standing right next to you, the cockiest smirk on his face as his eyes rake over your body and your cheeks heat up while you clench around nothing.
With him next to you, it was so obvious how easily huge he was compared to you, his Henley stretched across his broad chest and his biceps threatening to tear the cloth wrapped around his arm and all you could think about was his arm wrapped around you or your throat as he fucked you relentlessly from behind. It would be so easy for him to keep you in place with just a hand on your body, lift you up and slam you down on his cock all as per his wish while he treated you like his personal fuckdoll.
Nothing went unnoticed by bucky. Not the way your eyes were fixed on his biceps and certainly not the lust-dazed look in your eyes.
“ Something on your mind, kitten?” His breath fanned over the side of your neck as his eyes were pinned on yours in the mirror
Shaking your head a few times, you say, “ N-no just have to get ready for a date.”
That caught his attention. A date.
There was no way Bucky was going to let you out of the house with marking you in a way that showed clearly that you were someone else’s to fuck and ruin.
“ Oh a date?” He asks in mock interest, pressing himself against you and relishing in the way a shudder rakes your body and the way your thighs subtly clench in the mirror.
“ Y-yes, gotta get ready.”
“ You look gorgeous, kitten”
He was right behind you, his body pressing against yours and fuck, you could feel how hard he was. How big.
Yes, you did expect his cock to be big, but now when you feel his hardened cock against your back, you realize just how huge he was and how full he could make you feel. The teasing fucker even had a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing as he caught your flustered stance in the mirror.
“ Do I, daddy?”
Bucky froze, the tent in his pants even more prominent enough to catch your attention as you felt his cock somehow harder and bigger than before now rubbing against your back and his eyes widened along with your smirk.
It was your turn to play, now.
“ I don’t know, daddy, will he like me? Even bought the dress for this date-” Your fingertips trail all over your body, teasing Bucky which seemed to work as his breath fanned more rapidly across the back of your neck “-got these new panties too” The growl that left Bucky’s mouth made you gasp as your thighs clenched while you lifted the hem of your dress to show him the panties.
Pressing his clothed cock further into your back and watching the way your lips parted in a surprised gasp, Bucky held your eyes in the mirror before gripping your hip in one hand and his other hand slid over your panties as his lips grazed your neck in light, teasing touches.
“ All this for that guy, kitten?” He rasps against your skin while rubbing your pussy through your panties making you gasp and whimper while your hand grabs onto the back of his neck to keep his lips in place.
“Mhm-” Your whimper cuts into a gasp as his fingers harshly rubbed over the big wet patch on your panties, making you moan and grind against his hand, the pressure from his fingers and the roughness of the material against your clit making you moan uncontrollably.
“Such pretty panties, baby. Look so fucking good in them-” His eyes focus on the wet patch with a smirk “- I don’t think the panties come with such a wet patch, kitten. What’s got you so wet, kitten? Hmm? Made such a pretty mess already.” Bucky growls as his huge fingers continue to rub your pussy, as he holds you against his beefy form. His muscles bulged with every movement of his hand, greedy to get more of your sweet sounds from your mouth as his own mouth worked against your neck, biting and kissing the skin.
You watched Bucky rubbing you through your panties in the mirror as words left your mouth in between the moans that you could not contain with his fingers and the roughness of your panties grazing your sensitive clit harshly, enough to keep you on edge but not enough to make you cum. Bucky was not gonna let you cum just yet.
“ I- Oh god-” your eyes rolled back momentarily when Bucky pinched your clit, sending a sharp shoot of pleasure through your body “-was just thinking about everything I would do after the date-”, you pant and moan as Bucky’s fingers kept working on your pussy and his lips on your neck, “-how I would get on my knees for him, suck his cock so good and let him fuck my mouth-”
Bucky growled a deep growl, the voice going straight to your pussy and another wave of slick leaking from your pussy while he urged you to continue.
“-or spread my legs for him, let him eat my pussy all he wants-” A growl rumbled in his chest as he ground his hard clothed cock against you while the movements of his fingers never stopped and neither does the wetness flowing out of you and the moans spilling out of your mouth.
“-or maybe I would ride him, grind my hips while I bounce on his cock but I’m not sure if he’ll like me, daddy”
“That’s fucking it,” Bucky growls into your ears, not wasting a second before he pushes you down by the small of your back, hunching the hem of your dress up till your waist and ripping your panties with his bare hands, the loud tear filling the room.
Your eyes go wide with the realization that he has just ripped your panties as you press your palms flat on top of the dresser and before you can even respond, Bucky’s hand goes straight to your pussy, rubbing and smearing the wetness with the rough pads of his hand with a satisfied hum at how wet you were for him.
Moans and whines immediately rise from your mouth as your hands turn into fists and your eyes roll back from Bucky’s rough touch on you making pleasure shoot all through your body and your belly tighten.
“ Those panties were pretty, kitten. But this slutty cunt is prettier.”
As he rasps the words, sending chills down your body, he pulls his cock out, replacing his fingers with the bulbous tip of his cock as he soaks his cock in your wetness making you whine and gasp at the sudden feeling.
Oh, he was huge, just the tip itself parting your pussy so deliciously and rubbing against your throbbing clit as you watch him throw his head back in the mirror, at the feeling of your wetness on his bare cock.
“ Gonna fill this slutty cunt up and show just how much of a perfect whore you are.” Bucky grunts in your ears as his cock rubbed against your throbbing pussy.
“ Yes, daddy, pl-” Your words morph into a sudden loud moan as Bucky shoves his cock inside you without any warning, a loud squelch filling up the room from his cock buried in your dripping pussy.
Bucky gives you no time to adjust as he goes feral, thrusting in and out of you wildly, finally getting a taste of what he has been denying himself for so long as you helplessly moan and whine from the sharp shoots of pleasure filling up your body.
The wet sounds from your pussy and Bucky’s moans and grunts along with your own moans and whines cloud the room as Bucky’s cock keeps ramming into your from behind, making your grab onto the edge of the dresser for support as you watch your face scrunch up in pleasure in the mirror and the feral look in Bucky’s eyes as he keeps them fixed where his cock disappears rapidly into your pussy and they way your slick has coated his cock.
Leaning forward and pressing his body against your back, enveloping your body in his huge frame while his cock continued to work hard and fast inside you, hitting that sensitive spongy spot with every spot, keeping the pleasure flowing, Bucky leans in to drag his tongue along the side of your neck, sucking harshly at the point where your pulse is and watches your lips part in a gasp in between the uncontrollable moaning.
“ Show daddy everything you know, kitten. And I’ll show you just how much of a perfect whore you are. Letting me fuck this greedy pussy while you’re mom’s not home, like the cock hungry slut you are. Just needed a chance to get filled by me, huh kitten?”
Through the haze of pleasure that your mind is clouded with, you manage to hear Bucky and you don’t even think before the words spill out of your mouth in moans, too caught up in the pleasure of his cock fucking you hard and fast while you felt his hand on your clit, playing and pinching the throbbing bud.
“ Yes, daddy, needed your cock so bad, Always imagined it was you when I fucked myself with my fingers, but I needed to feel your cock in me, daddy.” You cry out as your belly painfully tightens with every thrust and hard movement of Bucky’s fingers against your aching clit.
“ Got such a good whore all to myself. Fucking obsessed and drunk on my cock, already. You’re my little fucktoy now, gonna keep you filled every fucking minute.” Bucky growls into your ears as your pussy clamps down on his cock with every filthy word leaving his mouth as he fucks you with every mercilessly the same way he tortures your throbbing clit with his fingers as your legs shake and treble from both the force of his thrusts and the white-hot pleasure making your body weak.
“ Fuck, that’s it, kitten, let daddy use this little fuckhole. Just be a good little fucktoy and let me ruin you.” Bucky chokes out the words in between his loud grunts as you keep moaning with no stopping like how the buzz of pleasure is running through you.
The coil in your belly continues to tighten with every harsh drag of Bucky’s cock against your walls, the bulbous tip hitting your sweet spot hard and fast, while the pleasure from your clit keeps rushing through you making you moan and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“ Oh fuck, daddy, yes right there, fuck, s’good s’good, daddy.” Mindless words slip out of you, your mind and body drunk on Bucky’s cock and how hard and fast he’s fucking you. No stopping, no mercy, shown, not when he’s finally gotten what he’s wanted.
“ Yeah thats fucking it, take my cock, kitten. There you go, being such a good slut and going dumb on my cock.”
The dumb look on your face has Bucky’s pace increasing to an unfathomable level and the intense pleasure already has your mind clouded, your body and mind now only guided by his cock moving in and out of you as Bucky brings his biceps around your neck, watching as your eyes widen and glaze even more when he squeezes his beefy biceps just enough for your head to feel dizzy and buzzing so that the only thing you know is going is how Bucky is using and ruining your sensitive pussy and the intense pleasure coursing through your body.
“ Oh lookatcha, my lil fucktoy likes that huh? You like being used and choked like a slut? Of course, you do, you’re my dumb whore after all.” Bucky proudly says, smirking to himself as his gaze from the mirror does not waver, feeling his own orgasm on the brink just from your tight pussy wrapped around his cock and the fucked out look on your face.
All you could do was choke out a moan in response as you felt your orgasm so close to reaching. You were so close to cumming hard all over him and with every harsh thrust, you were only getting closer along with Bucky’s arm wrapped around your neck enough to get your mind dumb and fuzzy.
Your moans and whines got louder and more frequent and so does Bucky’s grunts as his own thighs shudder from the release that he’s about to reach along with you.
As the coil in your belly approaches the brink of breaking all you can do is babble,“ Daddy, daddy, don’t stop, ‘m so close. Fuck, so good, your cock feels so good in me daddy,” as Bucky keeps his arm locked around your neck keeping you upright as your hands weaken and lay limp on top of the dresser while his arm supported you.
You were being held up and fucked so hard and fast from behind by Bucky, letting him use you as your body was only overcome with pleasure, like his own fucktoy. Bucky was feral and needy, desperate to feel every inch of you as his cock vigorously drove in and out of you and his fingers continued to circle your clit.
“ Don’t worry, kitten, daddy’s gonna keep using this lil fuckhole all he wants. And I’ll always want this greedy cunt.” You nod your head with vigor agreeing to everything he says, with no hesitation. “ ‘m all yours, daddy. Yours to fuck and ruin.”
Your moans only spurred Bucky further and he felt his own orgasm just on the edge of breaking loose and the fluttering and clenching of your pussy as your moans and gasps got louder, indicating your own release, “ Can feel your cunt squeezing me, kitten. Cum f’me, be a good slut and make a mess all over my cock. Cum f’me kitten.”
The pleasure gets too much, Bucky tightens his arm around your neck, and his cock slams into you at a pace that you cannot keep up with, as your thighs quiver and your body convulses, your orgasm crashes over you, the strongest one you have ever had.
“ Oh god, ‘m cumming, fuck ‘m cumming so hard. Feels so good, daddy, oh fuck, daddy fill me up please, fill me up.”
Groaning at the pleasure that clouded him, Bucky kept fucking you through your orgasm, as he felt your pussy spasm around his cock while you came all over him with cries and screams of “daddy” and pleas for him to keep fucking you.
Your pussy dripped, your cum running down your thighs while the sloppy squelch of Bucky fucking you through your release rang through the room, and as your sensitive pussy ached when the orgasm washed over but you were still reeling from the effect. Awaiting for Bucky to cum in you, he pulls out making you let out a cry of desperation.
“ No, daddy, need you to cum in me,” Bucky jerks his arm around your neck, indicating you to shut up and a slap lands on your face with the hand that was playing with your clit, “ You take what I give you, kitten. And I’m only gonna fill you up after I get a taste of that sweet cunt.”
“ But-” Your whine is cut in between by Bucky slapping your oversensitive cunt, making you cry out as he throws you over his shoulder before making his way to your bed and throwing you on the mattress.
Still coming down from the high of your release, and the aftershocks of the pleasure running through you, you lay spread out in the bed for Bucky as he stands at the foot of the bed, his aching and weeping cock held tightly in his fist as his eyes raked your body.
Spreading your legs further as you watch in awe the way, Bucky’s hands jerk off his cock shining with your cum and arousal, “ ‘m so wet f’you, daddy. Need you, please.” You whine as your pussy throbs both from need and the oversensitivity of the previous orgasm.
Momentarily closing his eyes to collect himself and low moans escaping his lips from his hand sliding up and down his cock, so hard and begging for release, he growls, “ That pretty cunt needs more, kitten? Just need to be ruined by daddy, huh? Need daddy to remind you how fucking slutty you are-” he teases you with his words as he clubs onto the bed, in between your legs, spreading them further with his huge frame as his eyes never leave your sopping pussy dripping your arousal onto the sheets, “-fuck, kitten, i just used this slutty cunt like a toy and you still need more? Oh yes, you do” His fingers collect the wetness between your pussy lips making you hiss at the sensitivity and when he presses his thumb on your swollen clit, a loud moan leaves you.
“ Just wan’ you to use me, daddy, please.”
Bucky could never deny your plea and he doesn’t waste a second before latching his mouth on you, slipping his hand under your ass to lift you up slightly from the bed to bury his face deeper into your pussy.
“ Oh yes, daddy.” You cry out as Bucky sucks on your pussy, licking up every drop you had to offer, not caring one bit about how oversensitive your pussy is as long as he got his fill of your sweet pussy.
With your taste filling his mouth, Bucky moans into your pussy making your hips jolt up and grind against his face. Bucky wraps his lips around your throbbing clit, sucking it into his mouth. “ Yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, daddy.” You babble, without thinking and letting the pleasure from his hot and wet mouth on you take over you.
Sounds of slurping from Bucky drinking in every drop of you, greedily along with your helpless moans and screams and muffled groans from Bucky, occupy the whole room as Bucky continues to eat you out while holding your thighs apart with his huge body in between them.
“ Keep going, daddy, keep going. ‘m already so close, wanna cum all over your face, daddy.” You pant as Bucky works his mouth on you, prodding his tongue against your dripping hole, slipping it in, and fucking you with his tongue, while humming at your taste.
Alternating between sucking your clit, nibbling on it, and fucking you with his tongue while you writhe underneath his mouth and cry out at the feeling of oversensitivity, you can feel a second orgasm building.
Bucky might cum just from your taste and your sounds alone, but he controls himself, the aim of needing to cum only inside your pretty pussy keeping him sane. His cock’s so hard and throbbing, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets, but all he can focus on now is the taste of your pussy and to get you to cum again.
The oversensitivity of your pussy and the need to cum again only increases when Bucky, without any warning slips two fingers harshly into you, replacing his tongue.
Wet sounds arise with your high-pitched cries as his fingers rapidly thrust in and out of your pussy while he sucked and licked your clit at the same time, your release so fucking close again.
Never taking his eyes off you. Bucky curls his fingers to press against that sweet spot inside you, rubbing against it with every movement of his fingers inside you and the flick of his tongue against your clit.
Bucky can feel your pussy clenching around his fingers, your face scrunching up and making the thin sheen of sweat shine under the dim light. He knows that his greedy whore is close again, needing and aching to cum all over his tongue while he ruins his pretty cunt.
“ ‘m gonna, ah fuck, ‘gonna cum.” Your moans drown into loud cries as your body thrashes and Bucky pulls yet another mind-blowing orgasm as he sucks on your clit harshly and rubs his fingers against the sensitive spot inside you, pressing against it as he watches you tremble in his hold and moan and cry out as he laps up every drop, lifting your hips even more to drink in every drop of you.
Your release continues to flow through you with Bucky eating you out through it all, your pussy now red and puffy and leaking onto his tongue.
Heavy pants leave your mouth as you lie on the bed, mind fuzzy from the two intense orgasms and your pussy quivering, jolts of sharp pleasure shooting through you with every movement as Bucky brings himself to hover over you with a cocky grin plastered on his glistening lips.
“ You don’t think we’re done, do you kitten?-” His lips brush against yours as your eyes focus on his face “-gotta fill that cunt up with my cum, now don’t I?”
“ Fill me up, daddy.” You pant and Bucky doesn’t have to be told twice as he flips you over so that you’re straddling him, taking you by surprise which was clear from your gasp.
“ You wanted me to stuff that greedy cunt up with my cum? Then ride me, kitten, you can’t expect to be a greedy cockslut and lemme do all the work. Go on and make me cum, kitten.”
Hearing your pathetic whines, Bucky grips your hips, lifting you off of him, so that you could line his hard cock to your hole dripping your juices on him.
You take every inch of him as you slide down his cock, splitting you open with how thick he is, both of you moaning and grunting as your wet and warm pussy, gripping his cock.
“ So big, daddy, feels so good inside me.” You throw your head back in a moan as you completely sheath his cock inside you.
Bucky’s lips part in an ‘o’ as his eyes roll to the back of his head, “ Such a tight lil cunt, taking all of my cock. Fuck, you love being split into two on my cock, kitten? Such an obedient whore for me as long as you have my cock in you.” His gravelly moans were enough to have bounced up and down his cock, desperate to get filled so full of him.
Hands gripping your hips tightly and eyes never leaving the way his cock disappeared into your pussy along with the bounce of your tits, Bucky watches you ride him, shamelessly moaning and grunting with every movement and every clench of your pussy around his cock.
“ Ah right there, daddy.” You scream when the head of his cock, bruises your sensitive spot every time, and your arousal leaks out of you even more.
Bucky grunts at the sounds leaving your mouth and one of his hands travels to where your bodies are connected to rub your clit with his fingers, increasing the pace of your moments and wails of pleasure to leave you.
“ That’s the spot, kitten? That’s the spot that gets you all dumb and whiny like the filthy whore you are? My filthy whore.” His fingers move against your clit at an ungodly pace, which only makes you bounce on his cock faster, needy for another release, and due to the sensitivity and intensity from the orgasms before, you can already feel your third orgasm building in your lower belly.
“ That’s it, kitten, take my cock. You won it, baby, ride me like you own me and my cock.” The response he got to his filthy words were mindless babbles and cries as his cock grazed your walls, kept hitting that spot inside you and his fingers abused your swollen and aching clit.
Bucky’s abs clenched and his eyes never wavered from where they were alternating between your pussy swallowing his dick and your tits bouncing, “ Lemme suck those pretty nipples, kitten, c’mere.”
“ Yes, daddy, all yours,” You lean forward, just enough for your tits to bounce and sway in front of his face with every movement.
Greedily, Bucky takes his other hand from your hip to grab one of your tits holding it in place as he takes it into his mouth with an appreciative grunt.
Your back arches as Buck sucks and flicks the sensitive bud with his tongue, eyes intently watching every expression on your face as his own pleasure-filled face scrunches up with every roll and grind of your hips.
“ You’re doing so good for me, kitten, soaking my cock just how I like it. Taking my huge fat cock in that tiny fuckhole, ah fuck, you’re the perfect lil toy, kitten.” You moan and nod fervently in reply, too fucked out to say anything as you keep bouncing on his cock.
He can feel how close the two of you are. His balls tightening like the coil in your belly, and his stomach clenching from all the pleasuring driving away every last coherent thought.
Bucky continues to suck on the delicate skin of your tits, needing to mark you and show you that you’re his from now on.
Marks of him land on you as he sucks hickies all over your tits before moving up to your neck and you were riding him so hard and fast and too fucked out to realize that everyone could see the marks he is now leaving on you.
“ Gonna let everyone know that you’re my fucktoy, no one else gets to use this slutty cunt other than me, kitten. You’re all mine to use, you’re my fuckdoll.” He growled possessively against the skin while his fingers worked even faster.
“ Only need your cock, daddy. Only need to be stuffed with your cum.” An appreciative pinch and rub lands on your clit and the words that have just left your mouth awakens a feral part of him that he himself didn’t know he had.
Both of his hands go back to your hips and he plants his feet flat on the mattress, not waiting a minute longer before he rams into you, his pace wild and uncontrollable.
You were helpless and all you could do was hold onto his chest while he fucks into you roughly, sparing no thought as his own guttural grunts and your pleasure-driven moans and whines bounce off the walls.
Bucky’s hips lift off the mattress at a fast pace, the force of his thrust just as hard and his grunts loud enough to have your pussy clamping down on him as your moans get louder and his grunts get deeper and more guttural.
“ Milking my cock so fucking good, kitten. Got the perfect slutty kitten f’me. Fuck, oh fucking god.”
Sucking marks and littering them on every part of your neck he can, Bucky fucks you thoroughly, needing to fill you up and needing to feel you cum all around him again.
“ Use me, daddy, ‘m so close. Gonna make a mess all over your cock again.”
The two of you could feel your orgasms getting so so close again and Bucky’s thrusts become even more feral than before, which you didn’t think could be possible as your hold on him tightened while he fucked you ruthlessly, determined to fill you up and mae you cum again.
The wet and rapid slapping of skin, your cries along with Bucky’s wild grunts echoes through the room as Bucky plunges his cock into you deeper and faster while his fingers still work on your clit and his mouth on your tits.
A wail leaves you and you clench down hard on Bucky’s cock as the coil breaks loose in your belly and you cum harder than before all over his cock, with gasps and whines as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“ There ya go, kitten, squeezing me so fucking tight. Daddy’s gonna fill you up now and you better fucking take every drop.”
“ Fill me up, daddy wanna feel you for days.”
Your words were enough to have his abs tightened like the grip on your hips, Bucky’s cock driving in and out of you at a brutal pace as his thick, hot cum fills you up in a never-ending stream.
“ So fucking good, kitten, you feel so good.”
Bucky fills you up so good, some of his cum even leaking from the side from how much he’s filling you up with growls and grunts as you stay with his cock buried inside you.
As your orgasms wash over, you lay limp on him, trying to catch your breath while Bucky does the same with his cock still inside you. Heavy breathing fills the room and both of your pleasure-induced minds are still coming back to reality.
You knew that your date would have probably assumed that you decided that you weren't interested anymore and left. There was no point in thinking about the lost date and even if they were still waiting for you, there was no way you would go.
You knew that.
Bucky knew that.
As you shifted, Bucky’s grip on you tightened, not allowing you to get off him or his cock as he brought his lips to your ear.
“ You’re the perfect fucktoy anyone could ask for, kitten. But you’re not gonna be just anyone’s, you’re mine and all fucking mine.”
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Blind Items (An F1 Series)
A new wave of rumors has hit the paddock about everyone's beloved drivers! 1. (OP81) Teen Dad (1), A Much Needed Interview (2) 2. (LN4) Unremarkable 3. (LS18) A Little White Chapel Wedding 4. To be Revealed!
Requesting info! I will write for any of the drivers for these blind items. Problem is I only have so many ideas so if any of you have any specific drivers with specific scenarios you would like to see just send it to me!
Sun-Kissed I
Here is a fluffy/smutty little piece of love on the beach. It’s ~9k words. It’s a love at first sight kind of thing I know it’s kind of ridiculous for them to be falling in love so fast but it’s my story and I’m sticking with it. Also, sorry that I’m really into sunflowers right now. Sunflower Vol. 6 has been on my mind lately so that’s gonna make an appearance for the third time as of late. I don’t know if anyone else cares about all my little easter eggs regarding real life Harry in my writing but I’m really pretty proud of the news one I put in here. I'm sorry they're both teachers again I needed them to have summer's off to make this work. Their careers are not a major part of the story.
Warnings: There’s some pretty 18+ things happening here. Masturbating, public sex (kinda), thigh riding, etc. If you’re not into this, I wouldn’t read it. It's all fluff otherwise. There won't be a bit of angst.
I've been trying to write this for over a year and finally came pouring out. Unfortunately, there will be a second part next Thursday only because I thought it was getting too long. So it does end a little abruptly. Hope you enjoy anyway :)
Harry was fascinated by her, simply put. He wanted to spend forever at dinner with her. Chatting with her. Looking at her beautiful face. Envying how the sun got to kiss her, and he didn’t.
Harry didn’t grow up near a beach so he thought this would be great way to cash in on his vacation time over the summer. Sitting at the beach, reading a book, and dipping his toes in the water when it got too hot. His mum knew someone who knew someone who gave him a great deal on the summer rental, and he was beyond excited to sit and relax for the first time in years.
Being an earlier riser had its advantages. For one, he got the pick of where to set up his summer getaway on the beach. He brought a cooler, a chair, and a few towels along with a book or two to spend the day. Through his sunglasses, he faced the direction of the sunshine. He hadn’t had a proper summer holiday since he was young and now that he was busy teaching and had summer’s off, he was elated to have some time to himself.
Once he settled his belongings, he turned on a summer playlist he’d been working on for a while. He didn’t turn it up loud—he would never want to bother anyone that may join him on the beach—but it was loud enough to hear and not interrupt his imagination while reading.
It was utterly peaceful.
Apparently, Harry was unaware of just how truly peaceful the beach could be.
“Hey,” a voice said softly, it was sweet. A gentle shake on the arm, her skin was cool to the touch. His eyes blinked open unsurely. He realized he fell asleep and didn’t even get through the first page of his book. “Hi,” she whispered with a gentle smile. “You’re going to start burning,” she explained handing over a bottle of sunscreen to his hands while Harry tried to wake himself up. “And your book is in the sand,” she said grabbing it before the spine broke from all the grains of the beach ruining the binding.
“Oh,” he shook his head desperate for his brain to catch up to his surroundings. “Thanks,” he said gratefully.
“No problem!” She chirped heading back to the chair that was a few meters in front of him. “I already burned once this summer and it was miserable. Just don’t want you to suffer the same fate.”
He pushed open the bottle and started rubbing on the sunscreen. It felt like he was going to have a slight burn already. The relief of the lotion on his skin made him wary. “Ah, guess...I should probably leave,” he chuckled. “Try again tomorrow.”
“Oh...if you want to stay, I have an umbrella,” she said cheerfully. “S’a nice day, just give me a minute to set up,” she smiled and gave her name to Harry.
Harry had hardly gotten a good look at her with a sleepy set of eyes a bit wiped by the sun. His brain was foggy with the impromptu nap. This small little town he was staying in had the vibe that someone like her would help a stranger. Everyone had been so nice in the grocery store and when Harry went for his run yesterday, people said hello and commented on how nice the evening was. It was an adorable little town and Harry was already dreading having to leave in two weeks’ time.
“Well, thank you. M’Harry,” he said quietly while he finished rubbing the lotion over his body. He watched her work, his mind less foggy. Glancing at his watch, he noted it was a little over two hours since he arrived. It wasn’t too hot outside still, so his burn would be minor if he got one at all. With the addition of a blanket and the umbrella, it was almost a mirror image of Harry’s little set up. A chair, a cooler, and a couple towels.
She had a ponytail pulled through a baseball cap and she wore a button down, rolled to the elbows. The top few buttons were open revealing a deep blue bathing suit top, that scooped low enough to show off...
Harry had to be careful, or he was going to be sporting a prominent erection on a beach with a ton of families. He moved his gaze down past where he really wanted to look. The shirt came down to just above her knee and he saw a pair of flip flops discarded to the side of the blanket she had laid out in front of her stuff. “Nice day, huh?” She smiled as she twirled the umbrella stand into the sand.
“Tits—it’s really nice,” Harry said quickly stammering through his recovery.
Smooth.
She either didn’t notice his faux pas or didn’t care because she continued about her business. “Have you been here long?” She asked.
“Just arrived yesterday. Did some grocery shopping. Went for a jog.”
“Oh, how nice,” she had this infectious smile. Harry felt so happy just being around her. Or maybe it was the beautiful weather and the prettiest beach he had seen in years.
Or maybe it was her curvy figure that was making him lightheaded with happiness.
She pulled the shirt off finally, and Harry thought he might seriously need to leave. Head back for his little beach cottage to take care of blood rushing to his groin. She’s gorgeous. He thought to himself. “How ‘bout you?” He cleared his throat.
“I grew up here...and live here in the summer.”
He stared at her in surprise. “Here?” He asked.
She smiled and nodded. “It’s my favorite place on earth,” she explained.
“I can see why,” he nodded in appreciation. “Do you have any suggestions for while m’here?”
She nodded. “Plenty—how long are you here for?”
“Two weeks.”
“How lovely...let’s see...you’re at the beach—that’s most important in my opinion. I think if you stay here most of the time, you’ll have a successful vacation. There’s a place about twenty minutes from here where you can go clam digging if you like clams—I don’t really like them, but it’s fun to go. Paddleboarding on the river is also a really big thing. There’s this restaurant that everyone talks about. If you want, I know someone who works there, I could get you in. You’ll need a sweatshirt from the most touristy of tourist shops, but don’t go on a rainy day—everyone will be there. You’ll have to see the sunrise and the sunset. I think there’s a full moon too, so you’ll definitely want to see that over the ocean. I personally recommend ice cream and mini golf too. If you have time, you should also check out the nearby island. Even though this place is beautiful the island is like being in another country. It’s stunningly beautiful,” throughout her speech she continued working on the umbrella stand, putting the actual umbrella into place and tilting it back to create more shade.
Harry thought it would be really forward of him to invite her on all those adventures. Especially when someone as beautiful as she was surely had a significant other. Add in the fact he met her less than ten minutes ago; he would have seemed insane. “Wow, sounds like a packed schedule.”
She laughed and Harry swore he had never heard a sound as beautiful. She was still organizing her items and she gestured under the umbrella for Harry to move his stuff. “I’m really passionate about this place I forget people want to relax.”
“S’okay,” he chuckled. “You’re right t’be passionate. M’sure you’re right; I’ll make every effort t’do it all,” he promised and began moving his stuff below her umbrella. “Everyone is so nice here,” he told her. “Yourself included.”
“Why thank you,” she smiled sweetly and settled into her beach chair finally, facing the sun. He swore that someone this stunning couldn’t be real. She looked like a beach goddess—sun-kissed hair and skin. “What are you reading?” She asked, turning her head toward him covering the side of her face to keep the sun out of her eyes even though she wore sunglasses too.
He couldn’t even remember why he picked the book up. “Er...I fell asleep before finishing the first page,” he admitted shyly. She giggled.
“The beach does that, I swear. Something about total relaxation and the warm sun. I’m like a cat. Once I lay on my stomach, I’m out like a light.”
“Do you read?”
She nodded. “Have to; I’m a middle school teacher.”
“Oh,” Harry smiled. “I teach secondary.”
“No way!”
So, for the whole morning, Harry forgot about his book. Forgot about his playlist that was still going—except for anytime she asked what song was playing. They talked for literally three hours straight never once a lull in the conversation. Work, books, the beach, music, and anything they thought of. He told her about his family coming to visit for the weekend and she told him about her family who didn’t love this place as much as she did who would probably not visit—even if they missed her and loved her with everything in them.
At lunch they finally quieted their conversation to eat and watch the water. “I don’t see a burn,” she told him glancing over his face and skin as she finished her sandwich. He smiled.
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. “I’d be a proper crisp by now.”
She held the sunscreen out to him again. “I know this is a little weird, would you mind getting my upper back?” She asked.
Touch her? Harry didn’t have to be asked twice. Harry made sure to spray every bit of her skin. He didn’t want to be the reason she burned. As soft and beautiful as her skin was, Harry was glad she only asked to rub her back and shoulders. If he had to do her legs or any other part of her body, he definitely would have passed out.
She spread herself out on her blanket. Book near her face. “I’m so going to fall asleep,” she yawned. “Will you wake me if I start to burn?” She asked.
Harry nodded wordlessly and brought his book up toward his face. “Sure, love,” he murmured. Hopefully not showing how smitten he was with her already.
*
Harry might have wormed his way into her heart as her favorite person ever. It was so unlike her to wake a total stranger from a nap. But he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. She couldn’t imagine letting him roast in the sun all morning and ruining his vacation. It was even more unlike her to invite him to sit with her.
She liked to believe she was a kind soul—most everyone told her that she was, so it wasn’t unnatural for her to invite him to hang out with her. But if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry was a teacher, it could have been a lot more dicey.
It was so easy to talk to Harry. The entire morning was so much better than she ever expected just by being in his presence or chatting with him. Other than her reading-nap—where Harry woke her up after an hour so she could reapply another layer of sunscreen—they talked literally the whole day. Harry didn’t mind putting sunscreen on her and she returned the favor when they switched positions so Harry could get some on his back.
Touching him might be her new favorite pastime.
She left a bit before Harry wanting to go for a walk and shower before eating dinner and reading a bit on her porch. Plus, she had to pace herself if she was going to last at the beach all summer. After her shower, she put on an oversized shirt like she wore to the beach and a pair of shorts. It looked like she wasn’t wearing pants but didn’t mind. The sun finally crested the top of her cottage, so she was no longer baking in the sun and made the porch the loveliest little place to read and enjoy the evening. She had a bowl of watermelon chunks beside her, and sunglasses perched on her nose.
Growing up she never loved summer all that much. Of course, she loved the beach and the time off from school, but she started working part time when she was fourteen and summer never had the same feeling as it did when she was young until she started teaching. Now she would tutor virtually some nights throughout the summer—especially for college students taking summer courses. But mostly she spent her time here in the little beach cottage her grandma had specifically named to her in her will after she saw how much she cared for it—especially since she was the only one in her family who had summers off and still cared about this little town. Once her grandma passed away, no one really felt the need to stay—her parents sold the home she grew up in. It wasn’t brokenly tragic that her grandma died—she was old, and these things happened. Besides, she felt by being in the little town she grew up in and living in the cottage left to her was enough to live her summers in honor of her grandmother.
Her mother technically owned the other cottage her grandmother had and while her mom really wanted to sell it, she insisted she would take care of it while she was here and tend to any renters.
Which is why her mother texted her at least once a week about the renter at the cottage just three houses down the road. Our renter said there’s only one towel. Any ideas?
She gasped wondering how it slipped her mind to take the towels out of the dryer and fold them neatly into the bathroom linen closet. On it. She responded and practically ran down the road. She knocked on the door to her second home away from home and waited for the person on the other side to answer. While waiting she noticed the little sign below the main window was crooked—fell off the hook again in the ocean wind. She needed to remember to bring a pair of pliers back to close the loop the next time she came over.
The two cottages were almost identical. Except this door was a sea blue and hers was a sea green. They were little wooden cottages, shingled top to bottom. Just two windows at the front of the house, two on the back, and one on each side. There were two skylights in the roof allowing for lots of natural light. Each home had two small bedrooms, a bathroom, a spacious sitting area and full kitchen. They were wall to wall hardwood floors even though her Grandma in the 70s tried very hard to convince everyone it needed carpeting. But try vacuuming sand out of a beach cottage all the time. Due to space behind the home, hers had a little patio but this one was fitted with a little patio and an outdoor shower.
The blue door opened while she was still putting the wood block that read Sea View back in it’s place. “Uh...hello?” He asked. She turned to find Harry, surprise all across his face, to see the girl he met earlier outside his rental.
Of course it was Harry. “Oh, how funny!” She chirped excited to see the gorgeous man from the beach once more—her plan right now was to not-so-casually run into him at the beach again the next day. “I should have asked where you were renting!”
He smirked. “Hi love,” he said sweetly, confused that she was here. “Uh...what are you doing here?”
“My family owns this cottage,” she explained. “Mom texted me that you don’t have towels? That’s my fault. Left them in the dryer when I was cleaning on turnover day. I’ll fold them now,” she said and marched herself inside and maneuvered through the familiar room with ease.
“Oh,” Harry said. “S’okay, love. I didn’t mean t’bother you—I would have found them eventually—”
“Absolutely not, it’s your vacation! You deserve clean towels and not have to worry about looking for things,” she was already piling the fluffy array of sea blue and green towels out of the dryer and began folding them expertly. “I’m going to leave you my number so if you need anything you can just ask me. I always tell her to just give them my number, but she worries about weirdos taking advantage of me,” she rolled her eyes.
What would possess me to say that to Harry?
He smiled as he watched her flurry of activity. Her rambling little monologue. She was definitely scaring him. It occurred to her at that moment she didn’t even wait to be invited into his space. Just strode right in. “Glad m’not a weirdo. I agree with y’mum. Think I would like her,” he nodded firmly.
She felt her face warm, and she hoped the tan hid the blush as much as possible. Harry’s nose and cheeks looked a bit red—like he caught a bit of a cold. The rest of his body was covered by a simple pair of jogging shorts and a simple t-shirt so she couldn’t see if he burned and also didn’t want to be caught staring at him—especially thinking about the abs he had on display under the litany of tattoos she saw earlier at the beach. “Well, I will fold these and get out of your hair,” she said focusing on the towels. But her brain glitched out once more. “Oh, do you like surfing?” She asked.
He chuckled leaning against the frame of the door leading to this utility room. “Only been once with a group of m’friends. S’not m’cup of tea. M’not very good.”
“Oh, okay. I just want to make sure I recommend everything you might like.”
He was smirking at her like she was a bit crazy—and she was—but Harry wasn’t helping. Without sunglasses she saw he had green eyes. Green. She was done before this even started. Once all the towels were folded, she made herself at home once more, hurrying to the bathroom to put all the towels in place. The bathroom smelled like men’s cologne: sandalwood and sage. Jesus Christ it’s like he was built in a lab for me.
Harry followed her as she put the towels away in an alternating pattern. “Thank you,” he said. “Y’really didn’t need t’do all that.”
“You’re the guest. You paid to get this kind of service,” she reminded him. “I’m also...only three houses down if you need something as well. It’s got a sign like yours below the window Sun-Kissed Cabana. My grandma named them.”
He nodded and stared at her for a few moments. She had only known Harry for all of five hours, but she could swear she knew his thoughts. He probably did think she was a bit crazy. “Do...do y’have plans for dinner?”
She felt her heart flutter. She was going to order her favorite pesto pasta dish from a local place that practically recognized her voice when she called. “Uh...no.”
“Would y’like t’go out with me in ‘bout an hour?” He asked.
She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”
*
She was finishing up her makeup when her phone vibrated with a second message from Harry. The first one was to alert her who was messaging Hiii, it’s Harry Xx. Followed by: Does this place have a fancy dress code?
No, no. Nothing fancy at all! They’ve def got a beach bar vibe.
Cool :) I’m ready when you are.
Shit. She wanted to curl her hair a bit and look extra nice but maybe that would have looked like she was trying too hard after she just got through telling him it wasn’t a fancy place. She had on a maxi dress. Black top nothing revealing and then the skirt pattern had sunflowers all over it. She would have to forgo the curls and instead pushed the front of her hair back with a headband. Just need like five more minutes.
I’m in no rush, love. Please take your time Xx.
She thought she was going to melt. Fortunately, her tanned skin hid most of the imperfections of her face. She also preferred maxi dresses because it hid the thickness of her thighs and more imperfections like bumps from shaving and bruises from whacking herself on her beach chair. She thought the style she chose also perfectly accentuated the curve of her waist. While it didn’t show off her cleavage—it was her personal belief her boobs were one of her better assets—she thought after a day at the beach with them on full display due to her bathing suit, dinner might be a little gentler without them in Harry’s face the whole time.
With a spritz of her perfume and gathering all her necessary belongings into her purse, slid on her favorite pair of sandals with gold brushed embellishments, and headed outside. There wasn’t really a discussion of how they would get there, but she decided to walk down the road back to Sea View. Harry was crouched by the sign, pliers in hand closing the very loop she said she would. “Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t have to do that,” she said hurriedly feeling like a terrible hostess.
He turned and smiled at her. “No worries, love. S’easy. Jus’ found some pliers in the utility closet.”
“Well, thank you,” she murmured gratefully. Harry stood, putting the pliers just inside the doorway before locking it with the passcode. He turned to her.
“Is this place walking distance, or should I drive us?” He asked. His hair was fluffed in these beautiful chocolate waves that of course reminded her of the beach but made her want to bury her hands in it and kiss his perfect face until she was out of breath.
“Uh,” she didn’t think she wanted to walk in a dress, but maybe that was the experience of this vacation for him. Harry looked utterly comfortable but perfect (naturally) in a pair of navy-blue khaki shorts and grey short sleeve button down. The lack of sleeves showed off those tattoos that she was continuously falling for. On his feet he wore a pair of light grey sneakers. “We can walk, but it might take me a while in a dress and sandals.”
“Oh shit, of course. What m’I saying? Y’can’t walk in a pretty dress like that,” he said hurrying to the car and opening the passenger side. “After you, love. Jus’ need t’tell me the directions,” he smiled at her.
All the books she had brought to her summer vacation had a romantic flare to them. Her only thought was there should be a book written about this very day—meeting Harry at the beach and going on a date with him. It was impractical and a bit flighty of her to be so taken with him already.
But there was no way she could help it when he got in the driver’s seat, smiled at her with those dreamy dimples and his eyes twinkled at her behind those pretty lashes of his. “Y’look gorgeous, love.”
*
It was effortless how much he enjoyed her company. The idea that it was only his first full day and he had already had a good beach day and another good jog under his belt. The post-beach-and-jog shower was cold-watered but steamy as he thought of the pretty girl in her pretty bathing suit. He imagined her smile, the gentle curve of her lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock as the water cooled off his sweaty and warm skin for several minutes until he was finally relieved of seeing her...assets at the beach.
Seeing her immediately after he inquired about the lack of towels as soon as he had shorts on was like a dream. Her agreeing to dinner with a beautiful girl was not what he expected when he booked this trip six months ago. Only one day in and this was the best vacation he had ever been on.
They arrived at the restaurant and after searching through the menu in silence, they placed drinks and an appetizer to share.
Did he mention how effortless this all was? The conversation was once more not a moment of dullness. She was funny, beautiful, kind, and it seemed that everyone at the restaurant knew her at least a little bit. “Our sun-kissed angel is here!” A man shouted from across the patio where they were seated. Everyone turned to follow the gaze of the man and Harry smirked instead of being jealous because he was right. She was an angel. A tanned, lovely, gorgeous angel.
She rolled her eyes. “Harry, this is my friend Louis. I used to work here in the summer.”
“Before she went off an got a real job, like a traitor.”
Harry was fascinated by her, simply put. He wanted to spend forever at dinner with her. Chatting with her. Looking at her beautiful face. Envying how the sun got to kiss her, and he didn’t.
*
“Okay, well...we can’t not get ice cream,” she said knowingly.
“You just told the waiter you were too full for dessert,” he chuckled at her.
“You don’t get dessert at a restaurant when there are literally seven different ice cream shops within spitting distance,” she rolled her eyes. “Summer is for ice cream. If we hurry, we can see a sunset too.”
“Y’sure know how t’get the most out of a summer day.”
She frowned. “Oh...I’m sorry. I forget that you only have two weeks. We don’t have to. We can head back,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“No, not at all, love. S’a great idea,” he reached out across the console and rested his hand on her thigh near her knee. With the long dress covering her legs, it wasn’t terribly inappropriate, but it was so instinctive to reach out and touch her he felt he made a mistake when she was suddenly speechless. Unable to tell Harry where to go to get her precious ice cream. “Er...sorry,” he said pulling his hand back to rest on the gearshift between them. “Should have asked,” he felt his face warm in embarrassment.
“N-no, it’s okay,” she nodded quickly. Her voice was breathy as she stammered. “I was...” She shook her head. “You can touch me—I mean,” she put a hand over her face in embarrassment at the encouragement she just gave him. Harry decided to quickly put her out of her misery—he did say tits after looking at her for thirty seconds this morning, even if she didn’t hear it. He gave her leg a gentle squeeze as he moved his hand back to where it was. She was silent again once more and she rested one hand over his. Letting a few of her fingers fill the space between his but not twining them fully together. “Is this okay?” She asked softly.
Harry melted over her sweetness. “Perfect.”
*
They ate their ice cream on the beach sitting on the tall, white lifeguard stand since it was late. There was a smattering of running kids, a few dogs, and families littered closer to the water on the tidal flats. But no one was over where they were. Up on the soft sand encroaching on the dunes. They chatted in between licks and bites of ice cream and Harry was certain he was falling deeper and deeper in love with her by the millisecond. It was ridiculous. Love at first sight couldn’t possibly be real. He had three or four serious girlfriends (four if you counted his junior high love affair, three if you didn’t) all of whom he did fall in love with but over the course of weeks and months. Not minutes and hours. Maybe it was the salt air playing with his brain chemistry.
Certainly, it had something to do with the beautiful girl sitting so close to him he could feel her sun-kissed skin warming him from the gentle breeze floating off the water as the sun started its descent over the horizon. She took her phone from her purse and snapped a picture quickly. Hardly looked at it, barely centered it, yet it was the most beautiful sunset picture he’d ever seen.
“Are y’a photographer in y’free time?” He asked.
She snorted. “No, I do like taking pictures. But I have hundreds of these,” she said showing him the photo album of various sunset pictures she had taken over the years. Harry could see why she was so good at them. No two pictures looked alike which had to be a poem somewhere out there. Harry always considered himself a winter—growing up in cold England would do that to a person—and no two snowflakes were alike. Snowflakes had nothing on her sunsets.
“D’you want t’take a picture together?” He asked quietly.
She smirked. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” She wrinkled her nose at him.
Chuckling, he shook his head. “No,” he promised. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her snuggly against him. “S’this okay?” he asked almost directly into her ear. She nodded and smiled as she flipped her camera around to selfie mode. Harry had one arm around her waist, the other holding his ice cream cone. She reached her arm out to take the picture while she held her cup of ice cream in her lap with the other. Gazing at her screen, Harry couldn’t believe how effortless it felt to touch her. It was so easy to talk to her. And they looked like the perfect beach couple. “Can y’send that to me?” He murmured in her ear once more. She nodded mutely. Harry didn’t remove his arm from around her waist and he continued eating his ice cream.
Once finished with their treat, they continued chatting and watching the sunset listening to the laughter of families on the beach. The sky was so pretty Harry thought that she was right. This was the best place on earth.
*
They walked back to their cottages hand in hand, Harry stopping outside the door for the place labeled Sun-Kissed Cabana. “S’that why Louis calls you a sun-kissed angel?”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s something else.”
Harry chuckled. Leaned forward and swept his lips on the apple of her cheek. “I had the perfect first day with you, love,” he said softly. “Sleep well,” he hummed and turned to walk three houses down. She pressed a hand on her cheek like a lovesick idiot. She nearly forgot the code to get into her own house and felt like floating all the way to her room where she giggled and kicked across her bed as she smiled into her pillow.
*
The next three days were spent almost the same as the first. The beach: complete with reading, naps, and lots of talking to the pretty girl he liked so much already. Followed by a run, a shower, and then dinner. Harry tried really hard not to touch her without asking. The only allowance he gave himself to touch her without asking was when he truly felt like her back was getting a little singed. On the second day she made the grilled chicken salad she told Harry she was going to make before he invited her to dinner, but once he informed her he was a pescetarian she hurried to the store to get him some fish to grill instead. It was totally unnecessary, and Harry felt guilty she spent money on him like that for dinner (even though he was insistent he pay for dinner and ice cream the first night). Regardless, it was a delicious salad paired with zucchini noodles that truly tasted just like pasta. Harry made her write the recipe down for him.
“I can’t run at all,” she wrinkled her nose when Harry offered to join her on her evening walk the following day.
“I’d rather walk with y’then, love,” he said softly with a smile. “If y’want company, that is.”
She wanted to say she wanted Harry’s company. But thought that was a bit too much. But they walked side by side, Harry gently ushering her to the inside of the road without making any fuss about it. They continued their comfortable chattering. Talking of anything and everything. That night they ordered pizza that was delivered to Sea View and watched a movie in his living room, her feet in his lap where he rubbed the soles of her aching feet without prompting or full acknowledgement.
By the end of the third day, she thought Harry might be her best friend. He made crispy cauliflower tacos. He spent the evening simply reading on her back porch with her in comfortable, perfect silence.
*
The fourth day, they were sitting on her back porch again, sipping bubbly wine spritzers that she put in glasses of ice and combined with a popsicle to match the flavors. Harry thought it was sinful the way she licked the pop. Harry wanted to jump her bones so very badly.
“How do you like the outdoor shower?” She asked looking up at the sky full of stars. There was a citronella candle between them to keep the bugs away and she had a solar set of lights strung about her little patio. She was in a soft warm glow from the lights. Once more, looking sun kissed. She was wearing a shorter dress than the other day, shorts beneath it. She informed him about the shorts because she said it was an athletic-type dress and she may have sat weird and didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
Harry thought there wasn’t anything she could do to make him uncomfortable.
“I haven’t used it, actually. M’not sure I—”
She made an almost inhuman noise, a cross between a growl and gasp. It was quite adorable even if she seemed miffed and Harry wished he could have recorded the sound because he thought he would listen to it on loop for the rest of forever. “Harry!” She almost shouted. “The sole reason I took Sun-Kissed Cabana over Sea View was because I knew the outdoor shower would be a huge selling point for renters. You haven’t used it?” She looked nearly betrayed.
He chuckled, sipping his drink. “M’sorry, love. I didn’t realize—”
“Harry, I’m not kidding. You have to go use it. Like right now.”
He laughed loudly. If there could possibly be a downside of this little beach-cottage neighborhood, it would be that the houses were quite close, and Harry’s loud laughter could probably be heard back at his own place. But she was staring at him seriously. He thought she really expected him to get up and leave at this moment so he could get this experience.
“Y’serious?” He asked smirking at her.
“I don’t joke about the outdoor shower,” she promised him.
Finishing his popsicle and taking the last sips of his drink he stood from her little patio table and shook his head with a chuckle at her. “I guess m’going.”
He wanted to invite her. Especially if she didn’t have one here at Cabana. It sounded like she would like it more. “You better,” she continued licking the pop and Harry was grateful he would at least have a new image to think about in the outdoor shower when he imagined his hand around his dick was her mouth instead.
*
The air was cool but somehow warm. Sort of like the water on his skin. He could see the draw and actually surprised himself that he hadn’t used the shower yet. He imagined in the morning it would be heaven—most of his showers had been in the afternoon or evening since he was running at that time. But maybe he could take two showers a day—who cared? He was on vacation.
Was it heavenly? Her message read.
Harry thought about how much how active his imagination got picturing her in that shower with him, his hand fisting over himself until he imagined her pretty cleavage covered in him instead of flowing with the water down the drain. Extremely. But of course, he left out why it was so heavenly. You should write a book of recommendations for your guests.
:) You can come back over if you want. I know I kind of kicked you out, but like I said. I’m very serious about outdoor showers.
Chuckling to himself, he hurried to get dressed again and meet her back there.
*
She knew Harry’s family was coming today so she told him that she would give him all kinds of space but if he needed anything, he was not to hesitate to ask her. “M’mum and sister would love t’meet you, kitten,” he promised. He didn’t mean to call her kitten. But it rolled off the tongue so effortlessly and she was the one who said she felt like a cat in the sun. But he didn’t spend long thinking about it and continued his little speech. “Y’don’t have t’evade us.”
“I’m sure you want family time,” she promised. “Really, it’s fine. Plus, we’ll have a whole other week to do our little routine,” she felt her face warm as she spoke realizing she just told Harry she wanted to spend the remainder of his vacation together. She opened her mouth to backtrack almost instantly, but Harry beat her to the punch before she could speak again.
Given that Harry was this close to telling her he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, another full week spent together seemed like a great idea. “I can’t wait,” he promised.
They decided to do a sunrise that morning. She brought a blanket and was wrapped up in a long sleeve shirt along with a pair of sweatpants. She advised Harry to do the same. “The air is still cool from the night when you get to the beach early,” she explained the night before they parted to go to bed.
They were laying on the blanket angled by the natural slope of the dunes so they could see the view of the sun cresting on the ocean horizon. “Do y’have as many sunrise pictures?” He asked tiredly. With the sun rising at just after five-thirty she was courteous and kind in asking that they get there at five so they could see the dawn and array of beautiful colors painting the sky before the sun got there.
She giggled. “No way. Too early to see it that many times. I do like sunrises more, though,” she said. “It’s so much quieter. It’s not as hot. I don’t know. I think sunrises are just so beautiful.”
He immediately, silently agreed with her that they were. No matter how much he was enjoying sunsets with her. He would wake up at 4:45 every day if it meant watching something she found beautiful, and it made her happy. Harry had her pulled to his side again, his arm looped beneath the back of her neck. His eyes were closed as he fiddled with a strand of her hair running his fingers through the soft tendrils. “Harry,” she whispered after a few minutes. Harry felt the edges of sleep and the dreamworld starting to meld together on his brain. “You’re gonna miss it,” her voice was so gentle. Perfect for morning. She was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on but he couldn't bring himself to open them right now.
“Hmm,” he hummed. Refusing to open his eyes. “S’okay. We can see it another day,” he mumbled.
She giggled. “Harry,” she whispered so gently. It felt like magic. Warmth spread through his whole body. “We woke up so early,” she reminded him.
He nodded. “M’sorry,” he sighed. “It’s so peaceful,” he muttered. “You’re warm,” he turned his face to bury his nose in her hair and he nuzzled closer to her. Harry being a cuddler didn’t surprise her. He was quite touchy. But this sent her heart into a frenzy, and she forgot why they were there.
“Harry,” she whispered again feeling brave. Maybe because it was too early, and her brain wasn’t functioning.
“Jus’ lemme sleep, kitten. Please?” He muttered into her hair. “Wake me in twenty-nine minutes.”
She swallowed. “But...I want to kiss you,” she sounded so shy.
Harry’s eyes sprung open, and he pulled back from her quickly to look at her beautiful, perfect face. “M’awake,” he promised and gently cupped her cheeks, his fingers slipping through her hair, and he brought her face closer to his. Kissing her like he had been dreaming about over the last five days was the only thing on his mind.
She moaned against his mouth and Harry was really looking forward to that outdoor shower now. She pressed against him, keening as she licked into his mouth, sucking on his lower lip. Driving him absolutely mad as she nipped at his lip gently with her teeth. She could feel herself squeezing her thighs together for relief because she was finally kissing Harry the way she wished she did at sunset on his first night here.
Harry’s hands were cool against her flushed cheeks. “Kitten,” he hummed against her mouth, pecking at her like he would die without her kisses. “Y’taste so good,” he sighed dreamily.
She rolled to her side to face him squarely while he returned to his side too, instead of hovering over her. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her against him. Over the past four days at the beach, she had tried really hard not to stare at whatever was going on in Harry’s swimsuit, so she didn’t look like a sex-maniac. But there was no way she could ignore the hard dick she felt against her thigh as she pressed against the full length of his body. She imagined Harry fucking her so hard in that outdoor shower that the neighbors would have no way of ignoring what was happening. She moaned at the idea once more against his lips, thighs pressing together.
“Oh no,” he hummed. If she wasn’t already so drunk in love with Harry after one date and four days together, she might have thought his voice sounded a bit mocking. Slowly, he rolled onto his back holding onto her and perching her body on top of him as he did. One of his legs separated her thighs apart. “Do y’need something from me, love?” He cooed almost lovingly at the idea she was aching between her legs. He kept her pulled down toward him so he could continue kissing her, effectively melting all coherent thought.
Holy shit, his voice. Oh my God.
Without meaning to, she clenched her legs once more, this time, wrapped around Harry’s thigh causing friction, despite two layers of sweatpants and her underwear (at least those were thin). “N-no,” she almost whimpered trying to get away from his leg. Harry put his hands on her hips and gently pressed her back down toward him while bending his knee a bit. His thigh came closer in contact with her so if she wanted to, she could rub right against him.
“Y’sure, love? You look like y’might need something,” his voice was so sultry. It was too early for this. His eyes were somehow a deeper green. His lips were too pink after kissing her.
“N-no,” she shook her head despite wanting nothing more than to grind her pelvis against his thigh. She knew what it looked like beneath the sweatpants. She knew the tattoos that dotted his skin. Fuck, she wanted to get herself off so bad. But she was acutely aware of her position and tried to lift herself off his leg. “I-I think m’too heavy,” she stammered again.
He groaned and pulled her tighter against his leg. “No way, angel,” he promised. “Go ahead, know y’want to. I want y’to,” his voice was a bit husky. Like he was a bit confused. She groaned softly. God she wanted to. “That’s it,” he encouraged as she ground herself against him.
She felt flush, wishing she wasn’t wearing sweatpants. They were getting in the way. The long sleeve shirt was making her warmer. Or maybe it was Harry that was making her warm. Harry helped shift her hips back and forth against his leg as she moaned and whimpered as she rutted against his thigh. “Y’look so pretty, kitten,” he cooed. “Getting off on m’thigh like that. S’making me so hard, love. Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re s’pretty.”
She continued creating friction on between the two of them worried she would give herself a burn from all the fabric rubbing together but she was so fucking wet she was certain she would slide easily against him if she could take her pants off in public. The sun was still rising, not quite up over the horizon yet, but the sky was brighter, creating a gorgeous image of her beautiful body silhouetted from the light. “S’good, so good, baby,” he groaned. She whined and continued rutting herself against him.
“Harry,” she croaked.
“Yeah, love? Y’gonna come for me? Gonna come from jus’ m’thigh?”
Jesus Christ, she felt like she was a virgin. She was almost certain she was. Had she ever even had an orgasm before Harry? When was the last time she had sex? When was the last time she masturbated? Holy shit. This was bad. He was all consuming and he was fully clothed, and it was just his thigh.
She nodded at his words. Even though she felt a bit silly and stupid for doing this, with two layers of sweatpants between them. “Yeah? Good, want y’to. Y’look so pretty all—”
“Fucking hell,” she whimpered and dropped her face to his chest as she twitched against him. Harry flexed his muscle, gripping her hips and rubbing her against him so he could help her ride out the waves of her orgasm for a few moments. After that, Harry dropped his knee once more, letting her flatten against him. He kissed her forehead as she breathed heavily against him, shaky and sighing as she let the euphoria course through her. He rubbed up and down her back as she did, and he breathed deeply into her hair. She smelled like sunscreen and coconut.
“I really like sunrises,” he murmured. She smirked. Her face against his chest. “Y’sleepy, now, kitten?”
She nodded. “Yeah,” her voice was a bit quiet. Almost unsure. “Sorry,” she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his shirt.
He shook his head, kissing the top of her hair once more. “Don’t be sorry. Been thinking ‘bout y’coming all over me since I met you.”
She giggled. “Yeah?”
Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t very...flattering on his part. It also made it sound like he only liked her for the idea of sex. Which wasn’t the case. He liked her so much simply because she was the sweetest, nicest person he had had the pleasure of meeting for a really long time.
She rolled off him. He kind of hated it because even though it wasn’t freezing cold, it felt like it now that she wasn’t laying on his body. She looked at the outline of the bulge stretching against his gray sweatpants. It was still ten minutes until the sun would be touching the horizon. “Fair’s fair, yeah?” She wondered, looking up at him and then back down at the somehow growing outline. She would be lucky if he fit in her mouth.
“Angel, y’don’t have to jus’ because—”
She frowned. “Do...you not want me to?” She wondered, confused and worried that he was rejecting her. She didn’t know why if he had just used her thigh to get him off.
“No, no,” he said quickly wanting to ease the worry he saw fill her beautiful face. God he would rather die than reject her. “I mean...y’can do whatever y’want to m’body,” he nodded eagerly. “Jus’ don’t want you t’think you have to. Been thinking ‘bout—” his voice choked off as she outlined the bulge. “Oh...s’nice,” he moaned forgetting everything he was saying about what she could do to him. Her fingertip simply ran along absent-minded paths along his length. He struggled to remember the last time he had sex because he could only imagine the episode in the outdoor shower as the last time he orgasmed.
She giggled. “Nice?” She questioned; Harry was so polite. The way he walked with her on the inside of the road, the way he held her door open no matter if they were going in the house or the car, or if he simply carried her heavy cooler off the beach even though he was carrying his own belongings. For him to say it was nice the way she was touching his dick was simply...something else.
He nodded breathlessly. “Yeah,” he was already too far gone with just her goddamn finger touching him. He couldn’t have made any comment further if he wanted to. He moaned as she squeezed gently along the length of him. Five minutes till sunrise and the beach would be covered in light. She glanced around quickly, seeing they were still alone. She had never done this in the five years she had been staying the summer back in town keeping an eye on Sea View while living in Sun-Kissed Cabana.
“Do you think I could make you come in five minutes?” She whispered.
He groaned almost animalistically. “Love, I think y’could make me come in forty-five seconds,” he promised. And with that, she dipped her head toward his waist just until the sun was ready to cross over the horizon.
*
It was quite difficult not to text Harry all day long while his family visited. It was entirely due to having an orgasm at his hand (thigh); the creeping need to bond to the person who just made her entire world flip upside down was a prominent feeling throughout her body the whole day. The words of her book didn’t make any sense, so she opted for cleaning her bathroom. But that proved to be difficult too, and she spilled most of the mop water back onto the floor. After another fit of cleaning that up, she decided to spend her time at the grocery store since she was getting dangerously low on her much-needed items. She nearly forgot to go to the checkout line. After putting everything away she thought about just going to bed at three in the afternoon just to rid her mind of how crazy she was being and how awkwardly she missed her summer guy.
Fortunately, Harry broke first, before she fell asleep.
I know it’s silly, but I miss you terribly.
She felt so much relief reading his message. Oh, thank God. Me too.
You really should just come over. Mum and Gemma want to meet you. I won’t shut up about you. It’s...a bit pathetic how obsessed I sound actually. Mum’s in the outdoor shower while Gemma is taking pictures of the beach. We’re going to have dinner in a bit—you should join us. He put this shy little emoji after his message.
She was currently dressed in a pair of bike shorts and t-shirt that fell past her hips, barely a strip of the shorts showed. She had her hair pulled back by a claw clip. She wanted to go over there immediately. However, her outfit and hair did not look ready to meet Harry’s family. Plus, she was worried she would do something stupid like sit in Harry’s lap in front of his mother and sister and then she would have to jump out a window to hide her infatuation.
I would love to, but really...I’m sure they want to see you.
They want to ‘meet the girl that’s got me all flustered’ that I nearly dropped all our snack bar food in the sand today :)
She giggled. Glad he was also affected by their sunrise romp in the sand. Maybe tomorrow? She hedged instead. She really didn’t want to intrude.
Please, love. That would be wonderful.
*
She must have fallen asleep anyway. But she woke up to a knock at her door. She felt the claw clip sliding out of the back of her hair and she rubbed her eye as she made her way over. There stood Harry and two women outside the screen door. Each of them was holding a dish of (presumably) food. Immediately, she felt underdressed and stupid looking. “Uh, hey beautiful,” he smiled gently. “Sorry t’bother you. But seems the barbeque back there is out of gas,” he explained. “I sent y’a text—”
“Harry, the poor girl was sleeping,” his mother admonished. “I told you we could just go out to eat. Love, m’so sorry. I swear some days he was raised in a barn!” She shook her head. “We’ll leave you be.”
“No, no,” she shook her head quickly, the clip clattering from the ends of her hair to the floor. She felt her face warm, once more grateful for the tan skin to hide most of the blush rushing to her cheeks. She opened the door for them to enter and quickly swept the clip into her hands. “Make yourselves at home,” she said, and Harry ushered his mother toward the kitchen and out the back door toward the patio and grill. Gemma walked slower behind her family to give some reassurance to the girl who was struggling to fix her hair in the little entry way mirror.
“M’sorry about both of them in advance,” Gemma whispered. “Harry hasn’t been able to function normally all day and Mum is already in love with you. When you didn’t answer, it was the first coherent thought Mum had about not begging to see you and thus began Harry pacing waiting all of four minutes for your response before he said we could just come over like absolute lunatics.”
Oh God she liked Gemma. “Thank you. I’m so sorry I look like this,” she winced at the image of her reflection. She was all frizz and pillow lines from the couch where she fell asleep.
She snorted. “Please, we interrupted your evening. Your quiet time and relaxation. Don’t worry about it. You look beautiful,” she promised pressing a hand on her arm and headed after her brother and mother.
If she wasn't already--which she was pretty sure she was--Harry’s lovely little family was going to ensure she fell so hopelessly and terribly in love with Harry.
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i love him, it's ruining my life [guilty as sin part one] | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x fem sainz!reader
a contract ends, a relationship is exposed and even with everything on the line, she still loves him.
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yourusername: out and about town
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user1: girl? girl? GIRL?
user2: carlos' career is DEAD AND SHE'S POSTING VACATION PICS ON INSTAGRAM
user3: at least they're cute instagram pics
landonorris: y/n i think it's time you finally take that phone off of do not disturb
yourusername: but that's the perpetual state of my phone i am a poet i was born to be in the woods, if you have news tell me now before i close this app in 20 seconds
landonorris: i don't want to air your brother's business out in a public instagram comments literally just scroll through your timeline idiot
yourusername: wait let me open the family group chat
yourusername: WHAT
user4: are we about to see her reaction to carlos losing his seat in real time?
user5: let me grab my popcorn one sec
yourusername: WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?
landonorris: take your phone off DND for once in your life and maybe you’d be clued in on the news
charles_leclerc: and while you’re at it reply to all the tiktoks i sent you
landonorris: not the time leclerc
charles_leclerc: but but but my tiktoks… i finally got a tarot card reading that resonates
landonorris: NOT THE TIME
charles_leclerc: don’t hate the player hate the game
carlossainz55: really?
charles_leclerc: i am TALKING ABOUT TIKTOKS LEAVE ME ALONE
yourusername: this is a lot - gosh can’t a girl go on holiday without everything imploding (i'll check the tiktoks in a second)
user6: anyone kinda weirded out that charles is just here joking with y/n as if his teammate and her brother hasn’t just been forced out of a job?
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user7: babe he wasn’t forced out of a job, his contract wasn’t renewed. the last time i checked this was a sport where they compete not sit around and sit kumbaya
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user8: oh! they’re both liking shady comments already, it’s been a day since the announcement
user9: this is gonna get ugly isn’t it?
user10: awful, truly. i’m sat.
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carlossainz55: love all, trust a few and do wrong to none
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user11: .... right, what ever the fuck that means?
user12: i mean i was just here to celebrate the win what is all this poetry
user11: are we shading charles? lewis? ferrari?
yourusername: shakespeare, really?
carlossainz55: i can read you know
yourusername: oh really, that's news to me
user13: erm you guys i thought the whole job loss thing was meant to bring the family together....
user14: they joke like this all the time this is just sibling banter
user15: idk it's reading a lil more tense than usual, not that there's any reason for that (that we know of)
charles_leclerc: doing the tifosi proud ❤️
carlossainz55: will do while i can
user16: yall .... what happened to the chemistry
user17: they were never friends - pierre tried to tell yall
landonorris: a carlando podium !!! lets do this every week
carlossainz55: golf buddies and podium buddies - you love to see it
landonorris: LETS GO WILD AND PUT IT ON FERRARIS TAB THEY OWE YOU
landonorris: i mean let's celebrate your triumph good pal!
user18: the PR monster got lando :( rip
carlossainz55: just being able to win in front of the most important people in my life is enough
user19: does anyone else think it was weird that y/n wasn't at the race?
user20: like y/n loves australia she litr says that she was an aussie in a past life...
user21: also the most recent carlos comment... is y/n not one of the most important people in his life?
user22: do we think something has happened? like maybe he thought she should've cut her holiday short to come home to support him?
user23: also the fact that her and charles were immediately like joking around with each other? maybe it just rubbed him the wrong way
user24: but not even considering her an important person to him? and also that just seems like he's shifting all the blame to charles when it's ferrari who haven't extended the contract
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maxverstappen1: she says she's a professional third wheel, i call that being a LEECH
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user29: unlikely trio but somehow my favourite
user30: y/n really be their overgrown child
yourusername: how am i the leech when i paid for the ice cream mr millionaire 🤨
maxverstappen1: ever thought about how i want to spend quality time with my girlfriend?
yourusername: won't someone think of the children
maxverstappen1: ur 23
yourusername: that's it! p and i are unionising against this if you find suspiciously well drawn crayon graffiti on your walls it was NOT me
maxverstappen1: don't threaten my walls if you still want to come to races
yourusername: low blow 😩
user31: does that mean... she's not going to races with carlos?
user32: she's always been in his garage tho like even with how close her and max have always been SHE'S ALWAYS IN GARAGE 55
user33: i feel like this has something to do with the whole seat situation i'm not sure how but like i think there's something weird going on here
kellypiquet: don't worry @yourusername it might be max's house but it's p that has the final say
yourusername: no one gets bluey like i do
maxverstappen1: yeah but while you're here you get the best seat at the tea party IT'S NOT FAIR
yourusername: well one of us can name all the disney princesses and one of us can't
user34: so.... y/n is living with max? but i thought her and carlos shared an apartment in madrid?
user35: guys i'm so confused
user36: we need the twitter detectives on this asap
charles_leclerc: no lec... when i specifically sent you a PR bundle, you hate to see it
maxverstappen1: you only sent that to us for y/n
charles_leclerc: maybe! but i have it on good authority that you loved the vanilla
maxverstappen1: ummmmmmm no i'm a professional athlete, y/n ate all of it
yourusernames: FALSEHOODS
charles_leclerc: i know who i believe
maxverstappen1: why is everyone ganging up on me in this comment section
user37: charles sending lec to max's house just for y/n WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN
user38: and does it have anything to do with carlos maybe kicking her out
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yourusername: gotta make sure i give p a reason to tell me stick around
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user39: charles is always in the likes before me and i have notifications on
user40: they seem like such close friends it's so annoying that they're never spotted together at a race and we have no pictures of them :(
charles_leclerc: why do i never get any baked goods i literally sent my ice cream to my arch rivals house just for you
yourusername: you're never in the fucking country that's why
charles_leclerc: i have this kind of demanding job i don't know if you knew
yourusername: i also have the demanding job of being sexy and i cope just fine
charles_leclerc: i heard you got employee of the year, hard to be too upset when you're the competition
yourusername: better luck next time babe
user41: openly flirting with the guy that caused her brother to lose his job, this girl is just shameless
yourusername: do you think charles is the literal ceo of ferrari?
user42: why are you defending charles more than your actual brother?
yourusername: i feel like i gotta make this statement every three buisness days on here but like you people don't know what happens in our personal lives and i can defend my friends if i feel they're being unnecessarily questioned
user43: queen snapped omg
user38: they always be out here trying her like she's not a writer and poet SHE WILL READ YOU FOR FILTH
maxverstappen1: pretty sure she'd replace you with me in like two seconds so you're safe until [redacted] gets home
yourusername: i'm pretty sure with the right campaign i could sway jimmy and sassy to my side as well
user44: who the FUCK IS REDACTED
maxverstappen1: wouldn't you like to know 🤨
yourusername: max ???
maxverstappen1: what? i didn't have friends growing up i like that you tell me secrets
yourusername: oh :(
maxverstappen1: you wanna tell me more?
yourusername: NO YOU ALREADY KNOW THE BIGGEST ONE
maxverstappen1: true 💅🏻
user45: so like the secret is defo a relationship right?
user46: do we think carlos knows?
user47: by the fact that he's not in these comments... probably not
user48: so like he looses his seat and finds out his sister is in a secret relationship? someone give the guy a break
user49: or maybe, just maybe, there's a reason that y/n hasn't told carlos and he's not the guy we all think he is
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user50: OH? this war is so on ....
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f1teaspill: the war at ferrari is heating up... turns out there's a lot carlos didn't know and FOR YEARS. yes, you're reading that right, y/n sainz and charles leclerc have been in a relationship for at least two years and believe us we have a VERY credible source like WITHIN THE FAMILY level source.
the most important thing about this whole relationship is how carlos did not know for years, so how much more was hidden from him? did y/n know about the seat swap for lewis? was she leaking strategies to charles? was she sabotaging her own brother?
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user53: OH SHITTTTTTTTTT
user54: cancel me if you will but i think the hottest couple in f1 just dropped
user55: the fact we've been robbed of content of them for years .... i'm angry I NEED THE POETRY ABOUT CHARLES
user56: i'm gonna need y/n or charles to drop all the pics in response
user57: y'all a source "within the family"? did these fools find out about y/n's relationship and immediately run to an f1 TEA PAGE???
user58: that's some goofy ass shit
user59: i find it funny that instead of sitting down and thinking about why their daughter/sister didn't feel comfortable enough to tell you about her relationship they're like i know EXACTLY who needs to hear this
user60: the way it's proved her completely right to not tell them
user61: do you guys think this is like a tv show or like fan fiction? in what world is y/n sharing strategies to fuck over her own BROTHER?
user62: also be for fucking real... strategies? ferrari? at least try and be realistic
user63: also.... walk with me .... why would y/n and charles conspire to put lewis hamilton in carlos' seat? LEWIS FUCKING HAMILTON AND SEVEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION? WHY WOULD CHARLES WANT TO TAKE HIM ON OVER A GUY HE'S ALREADY BEATEN TWICE
user64: see this is the point! sainz camp you can try and demonise charles and yOUR OWN DAUGHTER all you want but we all know it's bull shit
user65: one thing about this that really rubs me the wrong way is that the sainz camp clearly expected that if y/n was in a relationship with charles that she would've been a double agent for carlos? and because she's not fucking insane they're now going for character assassination of their own SISTER/DAUGHTER
user66: THIS THIS THIS
user67: carlos won't even consider y/n an "important" person in his life but expect her to sacrifice or exploit her relationship for cheap psychological points
user68: also y/n isn't even at most races so how is she getting carlos' strategies to give to charles? this shit doesn't make any sense
user69: carlos himself has said in an interview that y/n is useless when it comes to racing that she's just a supportive figure rather than someone who has any in depth racing knowledge
user70: this is insane level hating with all the evidence out here... and against your own family...
user71: this just makes me think that y/n wasn't in australia for a reason - like was she banned from carlos' garage
user72: and the fact she's been staying at max's it just makes me think that y/n was kicked out of her and carlos' apartment
user73: now tHATS INSANE
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espnf1: well... this could be awkward
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user77: espn babe you're just like me
user78: *slides $5 across the bar* get a camera in the ferrari garage?
espnf1: we're working on it 😩
user79: pierre and max here... they really are the paddock gossip girls
maxverstappen1: i guess carlos couldn't handle that i knew who redacted was before him 🤷🏻♂️
carlossainz55: really?
maxverstappen1: don't put your sister on the streets and i won't dunk these jokes on your head
user80: is this like the official f1 civil war?
carlossainz55: you don't know anything max, i'd really keep your nose out of our business
maxverstappen1: i actually know exactly how you guys move, you tried it on 17 year old me and it becomes my business when my best friend calls me with no where else to go (also i know you changed the locks while you were in maranello so she wouldn't be able to go to charles, you're not slick)
carlossainz55: i never took you as a lap dog max
yourusername: calling him the lap dog when you're the biggest bitch on the grid - bold
carlossainz55: you're burning a lot of bridges for a talentless slut who had to start fucking my teammate when we cut you off
yourusername: keep throwing your PR to the fire and see who fucking hires you, i guess we'll both be unemployed bums
user80: also imagine calling her talentless like she isn't a well established poet LOL
user81: guys this is getting so bad so quickly
user82: we got the whole rest of the season of this
user83: mad respect to max for sticking up for his bestie
user84: and her actual boyfriend isn't?
yourusername: charles will do his talking on the track like he always does. he won't debase himself with bickering in instagram comments, funnily enough ferrari don't like that - might be the reason he still has a seat and someone doesn't
carlossainz55: or he's a pussy who has his woman talk for him
yourusername: at least he has a woman to talk for him, he doesn't behind his dad at any sign of trouble. i've always known i didn't matter to dad the moment i wasn't a boy but i'm not afraid of him or you and i know exactly how you work. good luck
user85: do they know we can all read this?
user86: when i'm in an oversharing contest and the sainz siblings walk in
user87: those ferrari debriefs are gonna be AWKWARD
yourusername: especially since he doesn't have binotto to hide behind any more
user88: girl you good?
yourusername: i've never been better, this has been building for years even before charles and i got together
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yourusername: i love you, it's ruining my life
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user89: y/n i'm gonna let you finish but we could really get the best poetry out of all of this
user90: for real like yeah i'm sorry your brother tried to make you homeless, exposed your relationship, accused you of treason and called you a talentless slut - but think of the poetry!
charles_leclerc: i love you and i hope you're okay
yourusername: i'll always be okay with you
charles_leclerc: it's out now and no one can take us away from each other
charles_leclerc: i'd actually love to see them try
yourusername: i'd go through this fortnight of hell over and over again if it meant i'd still keep you
charles_leclerc: i'd like to say this is the end of it but i think we're in for the long run now
yourusername: i'm prepared to go to war for you
charles_leclerc: there's no one i'd rather be on the front lines with
user91: oh brother... YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH A POET WE GET IT
charles_leclerc: * in love with
user91: oh my bad
charles_leclerc: no worries
user91: STILL GROSS BRO
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charles_leclerc: max ???
maxverstappen1: you guys need to calm down cause i'm not good with words and kelly is gonna start scrutinising my cards and i DO NOT HAVE THE VOCABULARY FOR IT
yourusername: lol
maxverstappen1: lol? LOL? did our brief yet forced stint as roommates mean nothing?
yourusername: fine i'll ghostwrite your valentines cards
user92: so this is all a bit melodramatic
user93: he CHANGED THE LOCKS BRO SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO BE MELODRAMATIC
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user94: okay so now we're in full blown f1 civil war - who is on each side?
user95: well max and pierre are on charles' side. i'd also add in lewis, seb, oscar, esteban, george, alex, yuki and daniel
user96: so carlos has lando and fernando?
fernandoalo_oficial: it might not be blood but that's my daughter
user96: ????
user97: did he just show up to diss carlos and then refuse to elaborate?
user98: sounds like a nando thing to do .... also just leaves carlos with lando lol
user99: this feels a bit unfair
yourusername: all is fair in love and poetry
fin.
note: so as soon as i had this idea (litr TTPD release day) i have been so busy and WHACKED with the worst writer's block but i hope this is a good start and rest assured knowing the beef will only get worse... I LOVE DRAMA
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