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sayoneee · 4 months

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☆ I WANNA BE YOUR MAN

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” (1.7k)

contains: loser older brother luke castellan x fem! reader. mortal au. pt 2 of parent trap but can be read standalone ish. guest appearances! rock / metal music references.

kashaf’s note: i think i can call myself a melomaniac now

LUKE CASTELLAN HAS always occupied that in-between space, the no-man’s-land between something and nothing — his indecipherable gaze as his cold, black, and blued knuckles grazed your cheek when he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear swims around your mind endlessly. despite how each thought, each expression, each breath is as familiar to you as your own, you have never quite known where you stand with him, regardless of how quickly he seemed to inhabit a piece of your soul.

the familiar weight of the mixtape that luke made you feels unusually burdensome in your hands, mirroring the heft of the songs on it that you have painstakingly committed to memory, each sleepless night’s offerings of tossing and turning becoming a reoccurring ritual.

you had popped the tape in your walkman immediately after luke had handed it to you, incognizant of the way his eyes softened as you concentrated on the music, trying to identify the first song.

“this is that band you like — l.a. guns, right?”

“you’re a regular sherlock,” luke had said, smiling and sarcastic, twisting his silver rings.

“shut up, no i know this song,” you say, tilting your head and snapping your fingers. “its — um — i wanna be yours? nono, don’t make that face at me, asshole, hold on… i wanna be your man?”

hues of pink crept up his cheeks, and you basked in the warmth of his answering crooked grin, the feeling wrapping around you like the caress of a summer night.

you uselessly stirred the spoon in your now stone-cold cup of chai, leaning across the kitchen table with your head propped up in your other hand. the phone taunts you from its corner on the counter, sitting just by the clear jar of blue cookies, its black hue a beacon among the sea of greens (the cabinets, the tiles — you liked to tell sally that she should try her hand at interior design one of these days) — as of late, the jacksons’ kitchen has become somewhat of a refuge for you.

you set a steaming china cup down in front of him, listening to the sounds of percy, annabeth, and grover in the living room, pulling out the chair in front of him with a slight creak on the slightly worn wooden floors, and watching him as he taps his fingers along to bob marley’s soft crooning, “little darlin’, stir it up”, lost in his own world.

“luke,” you say, breaking him out of his revelry.

luke sits up straight, meeting your amused gaze, “yeah?” he asks, reaching for his chai, and mumbling a quiet thanks as he sips it.

“you look kinda stupid when you think,” you say, watching him blink before taking the bait, and hiding your smile of satisfaction behind your cup.

“y’know, this is why you have a black hole for a heart,” he says, grinning crookedly, filling you with an indescribable longing to reach out and trace his grin.

“what?” you laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“just that you’re mean,” luke says, and the afternoon sun chooses that specific moment to encompass him in its glow, like a kiss from apollo. “and that you’re emo.”

“you literally say this every time, oh my god, i’m not mean or emo.”

“because i’m literally right?”

“you like him,” annabeth says, sympathetically, standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest, her braids resting across her shoulders, glancing from your untouched cup to your face, an expression of pity gracing her features. her presence caught you so off guard that you don’t even question where percy ran off to, who was usually attached to annabeth like a conjoined twin.

“i know,” you say, shivering slightly, the revelation feeling strangely empty, although you suppose the same part of your soul that recognized him had always known, a small inkling reappearing with every argument, and every nudge.

“he likes you,” annabeth adds matter-of-factly, interrupting your stream of consciousness.

“i know,” you repeat, picking at the lint on your sweater, and while this revelation is supposed to be shocking, it is also hollow, as you suppose your soul also knew this with every hushed conversation in the dead of night, and the slips of silence that only spoke volumes around him.

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” she turned and stalked back toward the living room.

you sat still for a minute or so, before sighing and putting luke’s mixtape (even in your misery, he is somehow always there) in your walkman, putting your headphones on as axl rose trilled, ‘i said, baby you been lookin' real good’ in his voice that took a while to get used to — something luke gave you a heads up on.

you sighed, conceding to annabeth’s attempts to rewrite whatever fate had pushed the two of you apart, from the hours-long phone calls that dwindled into short, clipped conversations, you can’t necessarily blame annabeth for trying to fashion a phoenix from the ashes of your friendship.

you stood up, grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair you were sitting upon, and walked into the living room, pausing for a few minutes to watch the scooby doo episode on the screen along with percy, grover, and annabeth, who were currently sprawled across the softly carpeted floor, arguing over monopoly.

“you’re literally cheating,” percy was saying.

“i’m the banker, i’m supposed to be innocent,” annabeth argued back.

“percy, i saw you steal a couple dollars behind annabeth’s back,” grover added, rolling the dice.

“guys,” you said, interrupting their three-way argument, “put on your jackets and shoes, we’re going to the fair in five minutes.”

you ignored the way the troublesome trio exchanged glances, walking through the hallway covered in framed photos of percy and sally, going to wait by the door for them.

“so,” percy says, all-too-innocently, “why the sudden change of plans?” once the four of you are a couple of blocks away from his apartment.

“no reason, just wanted to see what was so hot about the fair,” you say, digging your hands in the pockets of your jacket. once more, you ignore the glances the trio exchange.

“so it doesn’t have anything to do with a certain curly-haired individual that we’re currently seeing less and less of?”

you keep walking, trying to feign ignorance, although the question was so pointed even you were concerned with percy’s audacity, “what’re you talking about?”

“oh, nothing,” percy smiles. “just the way —”

“— the two of you —”

“— were inseparable —”

“— for a disgustingly long time —”

“— and now you’re not —”

“— but we’re going to the fair because —”

“— his band is playing —”

“— and you’re going to try and fix —”

“— your troubles in paradise.”

you blinked slowly, as the three of them did jazz hands, matching shit-eating grins on all of their faces, “how long did it take for you guys to rehearse that?”

“a week, give or take,” grover says, and annabeth shoots him a glare.

“not the point, the point is, we support you.”

“gee, thanks, all i really needed was the support of three twelve-year-olds.”

“three twelve-year-olds that know you’re stupidly in love with luke castellan,” percy points out.

“okay, y’know what…” you trail off, frowning.

annabeth nudged percy, “not the point here, again.”

“fine, fine, fine,” you huff, as the four of you approach the brightly illuminated fair, looking for the ticket-selling booth, “i’ll buy you guys tickets so you can go hang out on the rides and i’ll go to the concert.”

the three of them nodded happily, making a beeline for the cotton candy stand a few feet away. you shook your head before pushing through the bustling crowd to look for the concert stage. when you finally do find it, after three excuse me’s and four sorry’s, the concert is already in full swing, with what looks like a mini moshpit already forming somewhere near the center.

once you’ve pushed your way to the absolute front, the darkening night sky serving as a backdrop, the harsh lights illuminate all five individuals on the stage, with a gorgeous girl with shaggily-cut hair and a raspy voice singing as lead (thalia? you think you remember luke telling you on the phone late at night once). however, your gaze almost immediately fixed on luke, who was playing a riff on his electric guitar, looking as hot as ever, his crooked grin on full display.

the band is covering l.a. guns’ ‘i wanna be your man’ at the moment, and you’re suddenly very grateful to annabeth for her unsubtle nudges, because you would’ve missed out on this sight of luke castellan, the view of his muscled arms bulging out of his band tee is permanently seared into your memory.

you’re almost sad when the show is over though, finally realizing why luke liked concerts so much, from the crowd surfing to the drumstick tricks during solos (beckendorf, you think the drummer’s name was — luke had mentioned him before) to the lead’s insane vocals, to the girl with long curly hair that stood next to you for most of the concert (probably the band’s most enthusiastic fan), you savored every minute of it. however, you’re glad for the chance to corner luke afterwards, climbing onto the stage as the crowd begins to disperse in waves, and realizing the curly-haired girl was already among the band members packing up their instruments, helping the curly-haired bassist pack his things.

luke barely looks up at your sudden arrival. “what’re you doing here?” he asks, packing away his guitar.

“i’m here to see you,” you say, trying to drive the hint home.

“i told you that you didn’t have to come see the band if you were busy,” luke says, uncomprehendingly, making eye-contact with you.

“i like you,” you say insistently.

“c’mon, let’s not kid ourselves right now, you said we’re friends so you don’t have to try to make me feel better,” luke says, shrugging and looking away from your face, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i listen to your dumb mixtape every night, luke castellan. does a person who’s not into you do that?”

there is something so raw about the way he looks right now, with his expression stilling as his cheeks are colored in swathes of red.

smiling at his dumbstruck expression, you surged forward to kiss him, ignoring all the wolf whistles and “get some, castellan” enveloping the two of you, tangling your fingers into his hair, his hands coming to rest upon your hips.

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leahsgirl · 3 months

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homemade love | leah williamson x reader

why am i getting attached to a fake scenario i made up in my head i need help.

anyways happy valentine’s day & enjoy this blurb of pure fluff !

"do you want mamma to pour the flour or is wren doing it?" the blonde asked the nearly three year old next to her as she made sure to get the measurements right.

"wren do it!" taking the measuring cup that leah held out for her she dumped the contents in the bowl, being a little off target and some ending up on the counter instead. "good job beautiful."

leah had decided to surprise you, her fiancé, with breakfast in bed. it was valentines day after all and she loved to treat you in any way possible. she roped your daughter in of course, jumping at any opportunity to have the extra bonding time with her mini-me.

today was one of the rare instances where leah was actually awake before you considering it was often you having to pull the defender out of bed which was not an easy task could you just say.

"okay crack an egg into the mixture." she read from the cookbook open in front of her. "watch these skills kiddo." leah smirked as she took the egg and attempted to break it with one hand only for her to fail miserably and have the shell fall into the batter. wren giggled "silly mamma."

"shh don't tell anyone." she picked out the unwanted bits and booped her toddler's nose, leaving a flour mark on it.

eventually the pair finished the pancake mix after a quick flour fight and leah poured the mixture into the pan, flipping it with ease much to wrens amusement shown by her excited claps.

the skipper plated them up and let wren take control of the cream "okay! that's enough darlin." grabbing the bottle off of her after seeing what was practically a mountain of the whipped substance. finishing off the meal with a few strawberries and blueberries leah moved it all onto a tray.

"lets take this to mummy shall we?"

you stirred in your sleep as you felt a weight press onto your stomach. "mummy! mummy! wake up." the infant babbled as she continued to climb all over you.

"morning bubba." you gave her a weak smile while adjusting to the light coming through the window. "i made you bekfast!"

“oo did you now?”

"i'd say it was more a joint effort but i suppose she was the better chef." you looked up to see leah stood there with a goofy smile on her face holding a tray just above her waist.

"happy valentine's day baby." she placed the food down onto your lap, bending down and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

"oh my, thank you guys." your heart swelled at the gesture - just picturing the behind the scenes you wished you were awake to see. "eat it?" wren who had now cuddled into your side looked up expectantly.

"hm i think wrenny should have first taste, considering she did make it after all." cutting a triangular piece out the stack you fed it to the young girl watching as her eyes lit up from the taste of sugar. "is it good?"

wren nodded vigorously and gave a thumbs up making both you and leah chuckle. you had to admit, they were good pancakes, almost too good considering leah's cooking history, she was by far not the designated chef of the family.

"wait hang on i forgot your present." leah suddenly realised as she dashed out of the room.

you look quizzically at your toddler "what's she got up her sleeve now?" only getting a shrug in return.

your fiancé now came back with her guitar she had been learning to play for a couple of months in her hand. "may i present to you ‘you are in love’ leah williamson version."

you couldn't help but laugh when you figured out what she was about to do. playing the chords to the song she began singing looking directly at you the whole time.

''cause you can hear it in the silence you can feel it on the way home you can see it with the lights out you are in love, true love you are in love'

you loved seeing leah like this; all cheesy and goofy, a complete 180 to how she was on the pitch. she may not be fully in tune but she did have a good voice that you could happily sit and listen to all day long.

wrapping the song up she took a bow as you and wren applauded her. "surprised it wasn't 'our song'." you say knowing how that was the older girl's favourite taylor song.

"thought i'd be a little spontaneous gorgeous." she winked as she now plonked herself on the bed so wren was in between the both of you.

"well i guess it's my turn now huh." rooting through your bedside table drawer. "i don't know if I'm going to beat the pancakes and serenades but here." you passed both wren and leah neatly wrapped gifts. "princess open yours first." you didn't have to tell wren twice before wrapping paper was flying everywhere revealing a baby doll wearing an arsenal shirt with the number 24 on it.

you looked at leah for any form of reaction but she clearly hadn't caught on yet simply sharing wrens excitement at the new toy "you can bring her to mummy and mamma's games."

"okay leah open yours." anticipation was bubbling inside the both of you.

the blondes mouth dropped open when she picked up the items at hand. "are ya serious?" doing a double take at the pregnancy scan photos and test she was holding in her hand. "it worked?"

nodding she rushed off the bed to your side, picking you up and twirling you around. "okay okay put me down! i don't want to start being sick before i have to."

she did as requested and held the scan right in front her face still in disbelief. "september 2024, twins.`' casually slipping it into conversation.

"fuck off." she said incredulously which earned her a glare off you, reminding her there is a child in the room.

"wren your going to be a big sister!" now shifting attention to her daughter - it being her turn to be picked up and bounced around.

"sister?" the little girl questioned. you pointed at your stomach "there's two babies in mummy's tummy." wren reached her small arms out to touch your belly "hello!"

"they can't talk yet love, they've gotta grow for a while in there, make sure they're strong and healthy just like you." the centre-back explained.

you smiled at the interaction. leah was such a good mum. you couldn't wait to make your family even bigger in a few months time. "good valentines day gift then?"

leah pulled you in to her side with her free arm. "the best. i love you." she pressed her lips onto yours, conveying every emotion possible. little laughs coming from the small body in the older girl's arms as she watched her grossly in love mothers.

"oh you find it funny when we kiss do you?" you quirked an eyebrow and watched as she nodded.

you pecked leah's mouth again..and again, hearing the giggles make a return.

"i think it's someone else's turn now." the defender smiled smugly and you quickly caught on, both bombarding your daughter with kisses on the face as she squealed happily.

god you loved your valentines.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #woso community #lionesses #england lionesses

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luvfy0dor · 6 months

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“Made Your Mark on Me, a Golden Tattoo ♡ ” Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; perchance ooc, profanity once

Description; Coloring in Chuuyas tattoos!

A/n; My friend and I were talking about cute romance scenarios today and she brought this up, so I wanted to write about it with Chuuyas because I think he would have tattoos. If someone has done this please tell me, I know I've seen a handful of fics with scenarios like this, but I can't remember any were in the BSD fandom or not.

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Chuuya has a handful of tattoos, they're all really intricate and professionally done, but none of them are colored. That gives you the perfect opportunity to add your own creative twist on the art pieces. After rummaging through yours and Chuuya's shared home, not a single non-permanent marker could be found. You sighed, but ventured out to retrieve some.

After a long and treacherous journey to the store and back, you tossed the box of markers onto the counter. You couldn't help but feel giddy waiting for your husband to come back home so you could pitch the idea to him. A part of you thought he might say no, but you suppressed that with all your might and looked forward to his return with hope. You waited on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He shouldn't take too long, but every minute felt like ten to you in this moment.

Before you knew it, you heard the rustle of keys and the clicks of the locks. You jumped up from your spot on the couch, staring at Chuuya as he shuffles into the house and out of the relatively chilly and rainy weather. He lets out a sigh of relief before turning to you with a small smile. "Hey honey, how was your day?" He takes off his shoes, hat, and jacket, putting them in their designated spot as he waits for your reply. "It was pretty good, how was yours?" You ask. Upon being situated, he makes his way towards you, grabbing your hands and placing a soft pec on your lips. "The usual, kind of annoying, it feels like no one ever knows what they're doin', you know?" He says, seemingly happy to be home. You nod and understanding and rub his shoulder.

"Yeah, that sucks." You say. He nods, peeks into the kitchen for a second, and sits down on the couch, slouching back and patting the seat next to him. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, slightly revealing one of his tattoos. You take the hint and sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your fingers push his sleeve up a little more, tracing the outlines of the imagery. "These are pretty colorless, huh?" You say, glancing at him. He grins a little and nods. "Is this what those markers on the counter are for?" He asks, making you smile. "Yeah, do you care if I color them? I'm relatively good at keeping things inside the lines." You say, sitting up completely.

"I don't see why not. I should probably take this off, huh?" He says, starting to undo the buttons on his vest and then shirt in order to give you better access to his tattoos. You skittered into the kitchen, grabbing the markers and coming back to your husbands side. You gently opened the cardboard packaging before assessing your canvas. The first tattoo you wanted to color in was one of a very intricate flower, so you decided red would be a pretty option. Chuuya watches as you uncap the marker out of the corner of his eye. Your tongue pokes from the corner of your lip in concentration as you drag the marker along his skin, filling in the outlines.

You eventually fill a majority of the flower petals, moving onto the stem. You choose the green marker, holding the underside of Chuuyas arm while you color it. "You're doing a great job there, doll." He says, observing your near perfect coloring skills. "You should get them filled in like this." You joke, picking out another color for a different section. The hums quietly before nodding. "Maybe I will." You look up at him, a bit of surprise on your face. "What's with the look of shock, darlin'? Do you think I won't?" He asks, his head tilted to the side. You shake your head.

"I believe you will, I just think that's sweet." You say, making your new goal to make the colors pretty but unique. He watches the television while you work, making sure that your work contained as much love and effort as possible. After a while, Chuuya started to realize he's feeling the markers on tattoo-less areas. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked towards what you were doodling on his arm. He saw a variety of stars and flowers of your own. They were rather small, and Chuuya thought it was cute that you were making even more additions to his body art.

"You'll have to take pictures of these for me." He says. You hum in acknowledgement and finish up the flower you were doodling before capping the marker and returning it to its rightful spot in the box. You grab Chuuyas phone, opening it and taking a picture of the colors before handing the device back to him. He kisses your cheek in thanks before pulling you back into his side, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Thank you." He turns his head towards you. "What for?"

You look back down at all the colorful doodles. "For letting me borderline vandalize your arm." You playfully say, running your fingertips over his skin. "Don't be silly, it's not vandalizing, it's more of a lawful mural." He reaffirms while looking into your pretty eyes. "And it's cute stuff. It's not like you drew a dick or nothin'." He states, keeping you cuddled closely to him. You smile and give his hand a small squeeze before bringing his knuckles to your lips. "Yeah, you're right." You say with a small laugh. "Still though, thank you." He hums. "Ofcourse, doll, anytime you want."

A/n; I need the evermore ornaments SO badly. I NEEEEEDDDDD them. I'm gonna cry THE CONEY ISLAND ONE IM FJSJAKKAKS oh also thought I'd post a little more Chuuya before I post a ton of Fyodor because I got two asks revolving around him (I'm actually bouncing off the walls im so happy) and I've been talking up some ideas with a mutual : )

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reyeswritesmc · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do soft kisses from the types of kisses list with jax please?

a/n: can i just say…how embarrassing it is to have taken this long to follow up on this request 😭 i promise i saw this but my spark in writing has been nonexistent lately- but anyway, i feel really good about this one! i hope you enjoy my love <3 (also, not this being my first piece of writing back?? 😌)

tag(s)- the lovely @purplerain85 🫶🏼

lazy day in

you were lounging around by yourself all day, waiting for jax to get home from doing business with the club.

you didn’t mind it, really. you understood completely. but you did miss him sometimes. especially his kisses.

as you browsed through the many shows on netflix that you had absolutely no idea what to watch, you heard the sound of jax’s bike zooming down the street, mentally cursing and laughing to yourself before you jumped off the couch and made a beeline for the door.

before jax could even set his kutte on the designated hook, you jump up, with jax immediately enveloping you by wrapping his arms around your body.

“woah there, darlin’. didn’t know you missed me that much.” jax smirked down at you.

“are you kidding me? i missed you. i’m so bored all day.” you whined playfully in his ear.

jax only laughed wholeheartedly in response to you, setting you down from his hold, but still keeping an arm wrapped around you as you two walked to the kitchen together.

“hungry?” you softly asked jax, waiting for his response.

“mm, no. just need you.” jax mumbled with a lazy smile on his face, wrapping his arms around you again, while he buried his face into your neck.

you giggled as you felt jax’s lips ghost over the skin of your neck, leaving soft, but small kisses behind. “that tickles.” you laughed, trying your best to pry his head away from you. but, it was no use.

“i love you darlin’. you’re the best” jax told you, immediately beginning his assault of more kisses all over your face.

#anon asks #anon request #jax teller #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader

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heartfelia · 7 months

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Listener Outfits

“ Summit Edition “

‼️ SUMMIT SPOILERS ‼️

i know the redacted girls gays and theys are probably all stressing about what happened to the king of the house of bennette or why vincent and porter are fighting.. again.. or what happened to sweetheart but i really wanna show off what i think the listeners wouldve worn to the summit from my pov :>

⚠️ WARNING ‼️

(i view majority of the listeners as fem btw so if ur not interested in fem!listener stuff pls scooch along 💗)

so first we have angel wearing a gorgeous off the shoulder black gown with gold accents.. i also imagined a black and gold feathered mask but i couldnt find any that suited what i was looking for.

next up we have baaabe.. another stunning off the shoulder gown but entirely in red with a sheer black train, i also imagine asher would have a matching red and black suit since hes their favorite accessory :D

here we have everyones favorite stealth Department Investigator, Sweetheart!! serving those blessed enough to see them in person the “undercover investigator at a ball” realness. i feel like the slit with the simple yet eloquently detailed dress is just as the french would say “tre magnifique” .. and you just know milo turned it out just as well in an all black suit detailed with pearls and perfectly picked jewelry

now one of my personal favorites and my second closest kins amongst the listener, DARLIN’ / tank / hardest bitch on the block.. wtv u wanna call her.

now see i wanted to go a different route because i feel like tank as much as she wouldnt mind wearing a custom made gown and have her hair and makeup done by professionals with the rest of the girls, i feel like she’d definitely serve in something like this still custom made and her make up still done but she did it herself bc she knows what fits her face best. shes giving a little bit of androgyny while still siding in feminine and i adore it. only thing missing would be like a small crown or headpiece of some sort that obviously matched what sam wouldve been wearing but not something to crazy or out there that it distracts from the entire outfit itself.

with lovely unlike with the rest of the girls i had a harder time figuring out what someone partnered with both the host of summit and the prince of house of solaire would wear.. but i settled on this as i feel its elevated enough to where everyone wouldnt wanna take their eyes off of her but also elegant enough for the eyes to be staying on because she looks so good. this paired with the silver and black crown i imagined her getting from vincent is just perfect

now youre probably wondering who else could i have possibly added to this list of nothing but wonderful women and pure beauties amongst the redacted cinematic universe.. the answer is . . . alexis :D

now coming from the house of solaire obviously alexis had to show up dressed down to the 9s, especially when darlin’ and lovely will be in attendance .. the nonexistent “whos the fairest of them all” competition happening in alexis’ head would only lead her to wear this gorgeous, obviously designer, all black floor length gown of which is more than likely one of a kind and a very special piece to her. when i imagine alexis, well i dont really have to imagine when i heard her voice during the imperium i kind of already knew what kind of fashion sense she would go for. and thats why she was honestly the easiest to pick for this.

and with all of that out of the way, i bid you all a wonderful summit’s night <3

art credits: jinyapham and ninanoon :D

#redacted headcanons #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted sweetheart #redacted lovely #redacted alexis #redacted babe #redacted angel #redacted audio #the summit

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dominimoonbeam · 8 months

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The Truth in Your Skin - 12

The tattoo au continues!!! To read from the beginning check it out on ao3. <3

Darlin/David, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley

tags: angst, past violence, scars, trauma, hurt/comfort, we're working through things, found family

Put your angst seatbelts on! Milo's seeing that tattoo for the first time.

The Truth in Your Skin - 12

Milo came in early for an appointment he’d made with a client that absolutely couldn’t come in any other time of day. He still doubted that, but it was hard to negotiate with moms on a schedule and this one was determined. So he not only managed to wake up early but pry himself from Sweetheart and head in on his own. He’d definitely gotten used to carpooling with Sweetheart because driving alone felt unbearably dull.

He was surprised to see the lights on, expecting to be the first, but sometimes David took early appointments. Milo hesitated for only a second. He’d put this one on the schedule so David would have known he was coming in. It wouldn’t be a surprise. He unlocked the back door and walked into the low hum of music and the familiar buzz of the tattoo needle. “Good morning,” he called, hanging up his jacket and eyeing the coffee pot. Oh, he was coming back for some of that. First, he’d prep his station. Then he could stand around and drink coffee, talking to David and his client while he waited for his own to show.

If that soccer mom didn’t show up, Milo was going to blow a fuse!

“Good morning,” David and Darlin called back.

Milo smiled to himself. Had Darlin come in just to keep David company or did they have an early client too? He hadn’t seen them since the club after the game the other night. He wondered if they were still dancing around their feelings for each other or not.

“We’re all here and there are no donuts? This is crime,” Milo complained, stifling a yawn on his way into the main room.

“There’s coffee,” Darlin said.

Milo blinked. Darlin was stretched out on David’s bench, shirt hiked up and the big guy bent over their hip and working on their side. Milo grinned. When the fuck had this happened? Had they skipped hooking up and just gone straight to giving each other tattoos? Or maybe this was a prelude? Were they flirting in ink?

“No coffee will ever have enough sugar to rival a donut in my heart,” Milo argued, coming over to get a look at the tattoo.

It was big, a portion of it and the outline clearly done at an earlier date. David had a steady hand and a good eye. Milo had a piece of his on his shoulder that he’d done freehand. This wasn’t freehand. It was clearly planned, designed to meld with the other pieces on their body even if it was definitely David’s work. In fact, it looked a lot like the flower he had on his arm…

Milo’s stomach dropped when he took in those lines that couldn’t be David’s. Sloppy, brutal, ink carved into their skin. Part of that first word was already gone, devoured by the new design, but the rest and the scars were still there under the delicate outline of the plan. -AYS MINE

That MINE made him feel sick. Made his jaw tight and his knees want to bend.

How had that happened? How had they sat still for it? As soon as he thought it, he knew they hadn’t. They couldn’t have.

Someone rattled the front door. It was still locked. His client.

His gaze snapped up to find Darlin staring back at him, something unreadable about their expression.

Guilt twisted his heart. He hadn’t reacted correctly. He hadn’t—

The door rattled angrily. “Fuck,” Milo turned. “Sorry.” He went to the front room and unlocked the door. The soccer mom was pissed. Milo was a jumble of emotions himself, but they managed to get through niceties. When he led them through the parlor and toward his station at the back, David was cleaning up and Darlin was gone.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

He got through the piercings and so did his client.

When he walked his client out, David was gone but Darlin was at their station. It was still early. He locked the door and stood in the dark lobby for a few more minutes, staring out at the snow and trying to collect himself. Trying to think of how to fix what he’d damaged.

“I’m sorry,” Darlin said.

Milo spun around to stare at them. They leaned against the archway between rooms, not quite looking at him but not looking away. It was almost a talent how they could do that.

“I should have warned you or—”

“What? No! No. Fuck.” David did cover up work all the time. Milo did not need to be warned ahead of time or told anything and they definitely didn’t owe him any of that information. But this was different than just anyone. This was his friend and the idea that someone had…

Darlin nodded, still not quite looking at him, but not seeming to know what else to say. They started to back out of the room.

Milo jerked a step forward. “It’s…” he started and stopped.

Darlin stopped too, both of them caught there together but Milo wasn’t sure they understood each other.

“You’re my friend. The idea that someone…”

Darlin’s gaze flicked up to his, dark and surprised. Why were they surprised?

“I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide it or work on that tattoo when I’m not around. I was just surprised…and angry.” Shame twisted his heart when he confessed to his own anger. Anger had always felt dirty to Milo, like something flirting with being a person he couldn’t be—like something inherited from a dad that used fists instead of words. He wasn’t that guy. He’d never be that guy. But damn did it scare him.

Darlin nodded. “Me too,” they said with the smallest smirk.

He wondered if they meant the first time they’d seen it. God, what had that been like? Was it the same night, the same guy, that had pulled that lip piercing out and left a scar? Quinn. He’d wanted to forget the name after those clients of his had recognized Darlin months ago and shown him pictures of them after the assault. Quinn.

Darlin took a step back, into the parlor, this time the movement seeming to invite him along. “David went to get donuts.”

Milo followed them, relieved by the offer of normalcy. “I’m sorry if I reacted badly,” he added, before they could completely sweep this under the rug and he could fail to apologize properly. They should hear it.

Darlin jerked a little, surprised, and Milo knew he’d been right to say it.

“The cover up David’s doing looks incredible.”

Darlin smiled. “Yeah.”

They were relieved that they hadn’t just triggered the shit out of Milo by not warning him about the tattoo. Or, if they had, at least they’d made peace.

He followed them to the back room to get coffee and wait for that promised sugar blast.

“Can I ask something?” his voice was low. It was barely a whisper.

Darlin braced themself but nodded. They knew they could have said no and he would have dropped it, and they knew they would have a month ago, but it didn’t feel as raw anymore. “I might not answer,” they said instead, sipping their coffee.

Milo nodded. He looked so tense. He didn’t have any scars they could see but Darlin was starting to get the feeling that he understood something about what it was to have them. “Was it…the same guy as your lip?”

Darlin had held their breath, for a second terrified he might say his name. Like Quinn was the fucking boogeyman to be summoned with a whisper. He wasn’t. He was just a guy. Darlin tongued the thick scar tissue in their lip. “Yeah.”

Milo wasn’t looking at them, staring instead at the coffee in his cup. “Same night?”

Darlin watched him. It was easier because he wasn’t trying to look at them, wasn’t reading their reactions or taking in their discomfort. “Yeah.”

Milo cringed, eyes closing. “That night those clients recognized you… I should have thrown them out but I didn’t know. They talked about…him. And they had a picture.”

“Of him?” the words jumped from Darlin’s throat, a strange mix of surrealism and panic at the thought of his face, not as it had been the last time they saw him, but as it would have been in a picture. Quinn was beautiful and charming.

Milo opened his eyes and shook his head.

Oh. “Oh.” That picture. Oh yeah, they’d seen that one floating around after. Everyone they’d known had seen it, had a copy of it on their phones to analyze and debate and gawk at. “Did anyone else see it?” they asked without thinking. Did it matter now? Yes, of course it did. It had been the worst night of their life followed by the worst year of their life and it was all right there, raw and awful in that photo. Of course, they didn’t want anyone in their life now to see it, to know what it had looked like or how broken they had been.

Milo shook his head. “No. And I didn’t mean to see it. I swear. I didn’t know if I should tell you or not. I don’t want to make anything worse.”

Darlin studied him. He still had his head down, fingers barely touching his coffee on the counter. Something about the way he looked, reminded of how they felt sometimes, when they could hear the echo of their head smacking the floor. What echo was he hearing?

“He was charming,” Darlin said, voice hollow but not shaking.

Milo’s gaze snapped up to theirs, like for a second he wasn’t sure who they were talking about. His ghost or theirs, maybe?

“It’s hard for people who know him, or even met him, to believe it happened. I think if it hadn’t been so bad… I probably wouldn’t have believed it happened either.” They’d never said any of it out loud. “He was always a bit of an asshole but he’d never been… not until that night. He’d been rough and pushy, and we argued a lot, like big arguments too, but he’d never swung at me so I just…didn’t see it coming.”

Milo stared at them, his eyes shining with tears. It felt like those were their tears in his eyes, like they didn’t have to choke up on the words because he was. Milo’s jaw ticked, angry for them too. “It’s not your fault.”

Darlin shrugged a little. They’d underestimated Quinn, or overestimated him, depending on how they looked at it. They hadn’t seen it coming.

“Darlin,” Milo said, voice hard.

They looked at him.

He looked so certain when he said it again, “It wasn’t your fault.”

Darlin exhaled hard and nodded this time. Some days it was easier to believe than others, but there were more of those in the last few months than there had been in years.

“Can I hug?”

Darlin laughed. “Why are you all so huggy?” they complained but turned away from the counter and opened their arms.

Milo smiled and wrapped them in a hug. “It was Asher. He started it.”

Darlin sighed, always surprised how nice it felt to be hugged. “Asher said it was you.”

The back door opened with a gust of wind and snowflakes, letting David in with a pink box.

Milo didn’t let go of Darlin but pivoted so that they could both look at David.

David raised an eyebrow, the door clapping shut behind him. “Am I interrupting?”

“No,” Milo said, smirking now. “You can join if you want.”

David snorted and put the box on the nearest counter before shrugging out of his jacket and shaking the snow from his hair.

#tattoo shop au #redactedverse #darlin/david #milo/sh #asher/huxley #milo & darlin #angst #hurt/comfort #tw abuse #<3 #dominimoonbeam #fanfic

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thefablefoxart · 2 years

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REDACTED WORKS IN PROGRESS!!

I thought, since I have so many WIPs I may as well share them. I don’t know what it is about the end of summer but I always want to do everything and nothing when it come to the last week of the holidays.

Firstly, the Vega and Warden piece! I will finish this one…at some point…hopefully this weekend 😐 I think I’ve decided to go with Warden in their demon form but I guess we’ll see if that sticks…

Next is my initial design for Scorpius :D Looking back at it now I realise he kinda looks like my version of David…When I say initial design I mean, I literally drew this while listening to the audio for the first time. I need to go back and probably change some stuff but I definitely think Scorpius has sort of an intimidating vibe but he’s a real one for helping Elliott, love him for that

I believe in ‘Darlin’ and Lovely as besties’ supremacy 🧎‍♀️They’re having a sleepover and sending Vince and Sam photos!!! Lovely and Vincent strike me as the type of couple that don’t stop messaging each other whilst their apart. And Sam probably appreciates knowing their both safe and not out almost getting themselves killed 🙄 Can I just point out how FRICKING CUTE LOVELY LOOKS IN THIS OMG!!!!

Again Lovely looking fine af 😩 This is just a little snippet of something I’ll probably…maybe…finish. I want to have one big post with very short little bios for all of my listener OCs so I can pin it to my profile as a guide but it’s gonna take so long and I don’t really have the time 😢

Well…I started a comic based on a little headcanon I have that Milo had a teeny tiny little crush on Tank back when they first joined the pack (Milo definitely has a thing for strong and intimidating people, lets be real 🙄😏) The pink sketched are from the first draft and Milo’s little pout is so adorable 🥰 There are about 5 pages all together but like with the listener OC bios I just don’t have time to finish it right now…

And finally there’s the iconic D.AM.N squad game night drawing that everyone and their nan’s great uncle’s dog has done… I am so mad that i have to cover up Freelancer’s gorgeous loveheart sofa but the boys are worth it!

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr fanart #redacted darlin #redacted freelancer #redacted lovely #redacted milo #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted scorpius #redacted vega #redacted warden #redacted audio #damn polycule #tff art

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jaxteller87 · 17 days

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my little empath 5

Teenager years

I had prepared the stones for Jax before his run just to give him a little extra protection and, if I’m being honest, a little extra peace of mind for myself. It’s something I’ve been exploring more and more lately—working with crystals and their energies. I’ve found that certain crystals can have a really calming or protective effect, like black tourmaline for instance, is said to absorb negative energy and promote a sense of security. I’ve been learning about these properties and experimenting with different crystals to see how they make me feel. It’s fascinating to discover how these natural elements can influence our well-being, so when I thought about Jax going out for a run, I wanted him to have a little extra support and positivity with him.

“Here you go, Teller,” I said later that day, slipping the crystals into each of the pockets of his jeans.

“Oh, hey, thanks,” he said with a confused stare. “So, uh, rocks?”

“Yep,” I laughed.

“Right,” he said in a long, drawn-out way. “Rocks?”

“Yeah, you know— because you ‘rocks’ my world,” I joked.

Jax threw his head back and laughed, “Alright, now that makes sense.”

“I thought you’d like that. But that’s only one of the reasons I’m giving these to you. Technically, they’re crystals. These ones, in particular, are black tourmaline.”

“Oh,” Jax pulled them out of his pocket and inspected them. “Kind of sounds like a badass name for a horse— or maybe something Tig contracted south of the border.”

“Ew. Let’s just go with the horse name,” I shuttered at the thought of Tig’s STD bucket list.

“Yeah, good idea. So, what does this black tourmaline do exactly?”

“Well, it’s like having a shield against negative vibes. This crystal absorbs that stuff and keeps you feeling grounded and protected. It’s like carrying a piece of nature’s armor with you wherever you go.” The more I told him, the more I felt compelled to share what I was learning about myself.

We chatted for a while, but the time of his departure was on us before I even began to scratch the surface. I kissed him before he left, and I missed him before I heard the sound of his Harley disappear in the distance. After a few hours, he called me to let me know he arrived safely.

“Does it smell like something’s burning?” I asked with a chuckle as my mom poked her head into my bedroom the next day.

“No, actually, what you’re burning smells good,” she admitted.

A few months back, when I first started experimenting with incense, the aroma caught my mom off guard. She stormed in, thinking there was a fire ablaze somewhere in our home! It took her a moment to realize it was just the incense I had burning in my room. After that incident, I made it a rule to always give a heads-up before lighting anything new. I definitely don’t want my parents rushing in, worried the house is about to go up in flames every time I try out a new scent or ritual.

As I spent time cleansing my crystals today, purging them of any negative energy, I could really feel the power of this black obsidian working its magic. It’s like a spiritual vacuum cleaner, sucking up all the negativity and leaving me feeling refreshed. And that tiger’s eye I picked up during my last visit to the metaphysical shop? It’s been incredible for manifestation. I swear, since I started working with it, I’ve been seeing my intentions take shape more clearly. It’s like having a little cosmic ally nudging things in the right direction.

A few days later, Jax was back in town. I was happy to see him, but he had a somewhat sad look on his face.

“Darlin’, I hope you kept your receipt for those stones you gave me.”

I already knew what he was going to say, but I let him say it anyway. “Why’s that?”

“Well, they uh— they broke. Like some cheap glass trinket. Maybe you got ripped off, and someone sold you some junk.”

I tried to hide my smile because the crystals had done their job. “Or maybe they did exactly what they were designed to,” I said under my breath, planting a big kiss on his lips.

Jax POV

I was at the metaphysical shop in town, feeling pretty bad that the rocks Amber gave me had broken. This led me to the grand idea of replacing them with new ones. As I browsed, the shop owner emerged from the back with a warm smile. This play was a little too ‘hippy-ish’ for me, but if Amber was into it, I was willing to give it an honest go.

“Finding everything okay?” she asked cheerfully as I picked up a black tourmaline.

“I think so,” I replied. I went on to explain my situation, and when the shop owner learned the crystals were for Amber, she kindly added a few extra ones. “Hey, thanks. You ‘rock!’” I said with a forced chuckle.

“My pleasure,” she smiled back. Either she didn’t get the joke, or it was dumber than it sounded to me— which was already pretty dumb.

Back at Amber’s parents’ house, we sat on the back patio. “Oh, Teller, thank you!” Amber exclaimed gratefully. “You really didn’t have to do this!”

“Of course I did. The shop owner also recommended this,” I said, sliding a tarot deck towards her. The look on Amber’s face was priceless.

She thanked me, all smiles and gratitude, but I could tell there was something else simmering beneath the surface. Amber had a knack for keeping her true intentions under wraps, playing her cards close to the vest. I decided to let it ride for now—after all, patience was key with her.

It would be some time before I cracked the code of what Amber was truly planning. Until then, I’d just have to wait and see what scheme she was brewing up behind that mischievously enchanting grin of hers.

#jax teller x oc #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller fluff

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years

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Five Things I love about you

I have made a discovery about myself. I already liked Darlin a lot as a character. (All the possible character development!!) so spy me writing more for Darlin. Also this is just my perspective on them, and while I try to keep it close to canon, most authors project just a tiny bit.

CW: Angst and angsty fluff... some normal fluff too, Quinn related memories, spoilers for “Going all the way with your Vampire mate”

NOW I GOTTA GO LISTEN THE NEW DAVEY AUDIO SINCE I STAYED HOME TODAY CAUSE I’M SICK!

Redacted Masterlist

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Sam was one of those people who were predictable. He was so different from Quinn. Which was funny since they both technically had old blood running through their veins and had been turned. Not that Darlin would ever bring that up. It would just hurt Sam. They didn’t want to do that. But while they just sat on their couch staring at nothing and everything at the same time, they couldn’t help but think of Sam. Was this what the rest of their pack had to deal with when taking a mate? It was damn distracting.

But comparing Sam to any of the other kinds of relationships that Darlin had been in made the vampire nearly a saint. Wolf pack excluded because they were pretty nice too. Not that it left Darlin with many choices. They had always had a hard time forming bonds with anyone, friends or otherwise. They curled into more of a ball on their couch.

Quinn had tried to cut them off from their pack. It hadn’t been very difficult since Darlin was already not really tied to them. His words had pushed Darlin into a trance as much as his eyes could. It had been so easy to believe the words that Quinn had put out. Or maybe Darlin had just wanted to believe them. Quinn hadn’t cared if Darlin got hurt. Maybe he had just obtained some sick pleasure at seeing a wolf as strong as Darlin getting hurt.

Darlin could feel themself spiraling downwards with every thought of Quinn. They stood up, ignoring the ache their muscles gave them. They had paused their hunt of Quinn per David’s request, but if they happened to be wandering around and came across him that couldn’t count as actively searching him out. They had overdone it today. But the shifter had too much pride to favor their aching joints. They walked over to their coat hanging by their front door and dug through one of the pockets. Their hand closed around cold metal and they pulled the key from the pocket and stared down at the jagged cut designs. It was just a piece of metal. There were millions that served the same type of purpose. But they could still remember it.

They had meant it when they had assured Sam that it wasn’t too long outside while they waited for him to come back after the Inversion. The first night they had spent with Sam that hadn’t just been cuddles. So many things had happened that night, Darlin was sure it would be burned into their memory. Sam had seemed so calm as he had dug through a drawer in the kitchen. He had just held the key out with a gentle “here”. Darlin had stared at him for a moment. Sure, they already thought of Sam as their mate. They had started thinking of him as that before they had reunited with their pack. It was hard to think of the fact that was so long ago now. But wasn’t that a big step in a relationship? Milo, David, and Asher already lived with their mates, but they had been with their mates far longer than Darlin and Sam had been together.

Darlin moved back over to their couch, eyes still staring down at the key. They would rather fight those two vampires than admit to Sam that looking at the key helped them calm down. It was like a physical representation of Sam’s trust. Trust was important to both of them. Respecting boundaries. They looked around their apartment. Before they had met Sam the space used to be so sparse. Random knick knacks here and there and some necessities. Now it looked like it was a home. Sam had changed so much about Darlin, and in a good way. It was a nice realization.

Darlin spread out on the couch, stretching along it. They let their head tip back over the arm on one side of the furniture. They loved Sam. They had already told him that, and he had returned the sentiment. He had told them they felt like home, which just seemed like a more poetic way of phrasing it. And the southern vamp had tried telling Darlin he wasn’t a poet. There were so many things about Sam that Darlin loved. They made him feel like home. But if they could shorten it down, how would they do it?

They loved Sam Collins for five main things.

One. He knew they were strong. It wasn’t a thing that would always lead to trouble like David tended to view it. Or at least that’s how the alpha expressed it. Sure, Sam worried about Darlin. But he had faith in their strength. And somehow he was able to treat them like glass when they needed it without making it seem like he didn’t have faith in that. Darlin wanted Sam to believe that they would try to protect him. They couldn’t protect him from Alexis as much as they regret that. They didn’t even know about each other back then. And Darlin hadn’t been able to protect Sam from the Inversion.

Two. He didn’t make assumptions. Especially when it came to healing. Darlin had been healed dozens of times throughout their life. But the way he healed them was different from how Marie or any other healer did. It had nothing to do with magic technicalities. It had to do with the fact that he didn’t make assumptions. Other healers assumed you wanted to be healed if you went to her. Which wasn’t incorrect. But Sam didn’t make any kind of assumptions, asking if he could touch to heal every single thing. Darlin knew why of course, but that didn’t stop it from being sweet. Sam didn’t assume Darlin would be okay with David knowing the half of the story that he had been privy to when it came to Darlin’s return to Dahlia. He never assumed.

Three. He grounded them. Darlin was prone to acting before thinking, and Sam didn’t let them. He kept them safe. And when they were spiraling, he was able to help. Even if he didn’t realize it or wasn’t even here. The key was proof of that. He reminded them that they weren’t alone anymore. They had him now. They had a pack. Wolves were social creatures. Darlin wasn’t genuinely meant to be alone. They were supposed to be part of a pack. They were supposed to have a mate. There were exceptions to every rule of course, but Darlin wasn’t exempted from this. But Sam was always there for them. When they were being weighed down by all the memories, he was there to lift them up. When they were fidgety, needing to go out and just do something. He was there to help them get steady again. He was there to go out there with them and make sure they didn’t do something that could hurt them.

Four. His voice. It was such a superficial thing. But his voice was calming. Nearly everything had Darlin being wound up so high and tight it felt suffocating sometimes. But just hearing his slow careful way of talking had them relaxing. Sure, they pulled jokes about his voice, but it was one of the things they loved about him. Especially when he dished out the same level of shit that Darlin gave him. Hearing him call them out in such a comforting voice never failed to make Darlin want to laugh at him. There were times they had and the confused happy look on Sam’s face had just been another boost of serotonin. He calmed them down and made them happy so damn easily.

Five. His trust. He trusted Darlin with everything. He trust them with knowing what Quinn had done. He trusted them with knowing what Alexis had done. He trusted them with his home. And most of all, he trusted them with his heart. When Sam trusted someone, he trusted them wholeheartedly. Darlin had been tough to crack, they knew that. They had given information to Sam in bits and pieces and some of it had come from David instead of them. he had only seen them as a wolf after the Inversion for a few seconds. But Sam had trusted them and told them everything when he had felt like it. He told them the whole story of his turning in one sitting. He trusted Darlin not to push boundaries. Darlin would hold that trust close to their heart for as long as they lived.

Darlin pulled out their phone and opened Sam’s contact a silly little smile on their face because god damn it, they loved Sam Collins so fucking much.

Darlin🐺: Sam, I love you.

Cowboy Bat man❤: Darlin I swear if you’re bleeding out on your couch again, an “I love you” won’t save you from my lecture. And I love you too.

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted fanfiction #redacted headcanons #angst #fluff #redacted sam #sam collins #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted tanker #redacted darling #i love him your honor

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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doing a paint night for Rulie

"What do you wanna do for date night this week?" Reggie asked Julie after class one day.

"Dinner and a movie? Our usual?" she suggested.

"Eh, we always do that, was wondering if you wanted to do something new."

"Because the roller skating worked out so well," Julie snorted.

"It's not my fault that the squirrel almost killed us!" Reggie protested.

"And I don't really want to go to the arcade," Julie said. "I kinda want to do something.. arty?"

"Well as long as we don't go to the museum with Willie, I'm fairly certain he's been kicked out of all of them for screaming or skating," Reggie said with a giggle.

"I'll think of something," Julie assured him. "You off to D&D?"

"Yup, have fun in choir!" they parted with a sweet kiss, promising to see each other at home later.

Friday night, Reggie had just put down his bag when Julie greeted him with a tight hug and a gorgeous smile. "Hey darlin', you miss me?"

"Yes, stupid late classes."

"You figured out whatcha wanna do for date night tomorrow?"

"Yup," Julie replied. "But for now..." Well Reggie didn't really complain about a somewhat quiet evening in.

The next night however, he was a little surprised when Julie shuffled them into the car and told him to drive north. "Wanna tell me where we're going?"

"Not yet, but I think you'll like it."

They pulled up to a smallish building, and Julie grinned as she pulled Reggie into a large, well lit room with several couples sitting down around easels. "It's a paint night," Julie explained. "We all get instructions to paint something, or can do something independently. I thought it would be fun."

"I'm not much of an artist," Reggie admitted. "But for you I'm willing to try."

"Pfft, bull, you designed all the band's logos and merch, plus I know how skilled you are with a camera," Julie assured him.

"That's not paint and canvas darlin'," Reggie argued. "I'm sure it'll be fun either way."

They sat down to their stools, and Reggie was grateful to see a bottle of wine for them to share along with a cheese and cracker platter and some fruit to nibble on. At least even if his painting turned out horrid, he would have food.

Plus Julie looked so happy, taking in all the paint colours, the various brushes, and he would do anything to make her look like that, even attempt his best Bob Ross.

It wasn't long before an older woman came into the center of the room, introducing herself and explaining the process. She had a table full of items they could paint, or they could follow her instructions to do a landscape alongside her, whatever they found easier.

Julie was following along, loving how some simple brushstrokes could convey trees and a sunset over a calm mountain lake. She turned her head to see Reggie, the tip of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he added a splash of brown to his canvas. She wasn't sure what he was painting, but his look of concentration was adorable.

They slowly worked away, demolishing the plate between them, though they mostly stuck to water after the first glass of wine, neither of them being big drinkers.

The class came to a close, and Julie stood back, admiring her piece. It was awash with colour, and she felt a sense of pride as she took it in. She did that! Sure, she was always doodling or drawing, but this was a new medium, and it was a subject matter she didn't usually dabble in, but it had turned out rather lovely, and she kind of wanted to see how it would look hanging above their bed.

"Nice work darlin'," Reggie said with a low whistle. "That'll look great in our place."

"Just what I was thinking," she said, relaxing back into his hold, ensnaring his arms around her waist. "What about yours?"

"Eh, I dunno, it didn't turn out like I wanted," Reggie admitted, pressing a kiss to her pulse point, making her shiver. "But I sure did have fun."

Julie waddled them over to his canvas and gasped as she took it in. Because... that was her.

The painting was of Julie, eyes closed as she played a piano, dressed in her favourite lilac summer dress, a small vase of dahlias on the piano top. She looked...

"Beautiful."

"Well you are," Reggie said quietly. "This is how I see you."

Julie sniffled, and turned around in his arms. "You're beautiful too."

"So whaddya think? Can we find a place for this one?" he asks.

"A place of honour," she promises.

And they do, right in their entryway, for everyone to admire as they come in. Though when they get their first home, they have a few more paintings to add to it, including the one Reggie did showcasing their intertwined hands, a large ring on Julie's finger-the one he had used to propose that night.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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mysteryman-17 · 1 year

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* I miss that old life, darlin'. * The glitz and glamour, the fame and fortune! * The... birdbrain I used to feud with. * And your death is JUST THE TICKET to getting that back. * So ready or not... * LIGHTS. CAMERA. * ACTION!!

Time’s End is an AHIT/Undertale crossover AU of sorts, taking place in the aftermath of a timeline where you lose the final boss fight against Mustache Girl. You can find the write-up here! In addition, you can find the write-ups for the Neutral Endings and TimeWarp Route Requirements on Google Drive! The incredible art in the thumbnail + DJ Grooves’ new design were both done by @bittybattybunny. She's an incredible artist, be sure to check out their work here on Tumblr and over on Twitter!! Also, this track was commissioned from the insanely talented musician Nahg (also on Twitter.) Be sure to check out his work, he did a fantastic job, especially given the equipment he had to work with!

Motifs:

The Big Parade

Picture Perfect (B-Side Remix)

Battle of Award 42

You can also listen to this track in high quality on the AU’s SoundCloud here! The rest of the description (including the character blurb) is underneath the Read More.

DJ Grooves takes the role of Papyrus. Even in spite of his forced exile from Dead Bird Studios, he seems to have a very happy life in the Alpine Skyline... at first. But as the story progresses, Bow Kid notices more and more strange breadcrumbs (Hat Kid's up-and-down friendship with him being only one of em,) and by the time Bow reaches the end of Alpine Skyline, Grooves fully lets the cat out of the bag. He's been biding his time for years, waiting for an opportunity to attempt seizing Mustache Girl's Time Pieces, and he's realized... killing Bow Kid would give him just such an opportunity.

HAPPY (belated) NEW YEAR Y'ALL, BET YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THIS HUH? Anyhow, the first of several tracks in what I'll call a "commission backlog" (for simplicity's sake) has finally come to fruition: the Bonetrousle for the AU! I ALWAYS wanted to completely and utterly wreck the formula with this pair of tracks from the moment I cooked up Time's End, but I wasn't entirely sure of HOW for the longest time (even to the point of me attempting to start... and even scrapping one or two shit ideas.) It was only relatively recently that I realized "hey. LEAN INTO THE DISCO VIBE THAT GROOVES HAS, DUMBASS! also fuckin uhhhh spend some kromer and support an awesome musician to boot." And Nahg did a FANTASTIC job bringing this life; we'd be here all day if I tried to go in depth bout what I like, but just for a small thing, the fakeout at the very start with the Nyeh was a very nice touch on his part. Y'all should DEFO commission him if you get the opportunity to, he was awesome to work with and it's more than worth it! Without further ado tho, I hope you all enjoy! (P.S. It'll take some time for me to put everything together, but I figured that I'd let you guys in on what the "proper" 100 follower special for the AU SoundCloud is going to be: a release of MIDIs and applicable FLPs of tracks that have been done for the AU, both by other people and myself. Am working on other projects in between my short off time from work, but I'll keep y'all posted on this!)

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Before we start I want you guys to see these amazing High noon! Viktor fan designs that have made me absolutely foam at the mouth. I am going FERAL

Link to first art: Link here

Link to second art: Link here

They really inspired me to write and I might even make my own design! I'm so excited!

High noon

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: High noon! Viktor X reader

AFAB body but no pronouns or set gender

Warning: lasso bondage, slight temp play, Marking, man-handling, spanking, slight predator/prey, harsh degrading, angry sex (he's mad, you're down bad) and creampie

miláčku = darling

"What's a pretty little thing like you, doing in a place like this?"

You only spared him a glance. Taking another gulp of your scotch as his smirk turned into a twitching scrawl.

"Oi, you ignoring me, Darlin'?! That's mighty rude of ya."

The bartender made eye contact with you. Both of you silently sharing a knowing look as his temper only rose. Meanwhile, you just finished your drink leaving only the smallest bit inside.

The man grabbed your wrist, forcing you to turn your attention to him. You stood up with a frown. Smashing the glass to his head as you yanked your wrist away.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

As he tried to gather his bearings, you turned to the bartender. Tapping two silver coins as you slid them towards her.

"Another scotch." You slid another piece just for good measure. "For the glass."

You sent her a quick wink before turning back to the guy. Before he could even stumble to his next attack, a prosthetic hand gripped his arm tightly. The man's heart sank as he recognised the robotic face.

"Doc-! Please-!"

That was all he could muster out before he was knocked out cold with a hard thud. His head smashed into the counter with the perfect amount of force.

You brushed yourself off, a smile reaching your ears as you looked up to your saviour. Only to freeze as you looked upon him.

"If you'll excuse me." Was all he said as he threw the man over his shoulder.

Before he merged into the stiff crowd of the bar. He turned to you; looking at you over his shoulder as a large cloud of smoke poured from his mask.

"I'd run if I were you." His voice was empty. Not a single ounce of emotion could be heard but you felt in your heart. He was grinning. After all, he'd collect two bounties in one night.

He didn't have to tell you twice. You grabbed your coat and dashed to the back doors. You knew it wouldn't be long before he was chasing after you. It was always like this.

Ever since he came to collect you there's been this game of cat and mouse. You would always escape his cold clutches just in time. Luck on your side as you escaped the fate that awaited for you. You'd be a fool if you didn't notice he'd start 'miscalculating' your next move. Missing the perfect shot. Slowing down just enough to give you enough time to disappear.

Doctor Viktor was no ordinary Doctor. Nor an ordinary man. He was the bounty hunter for Renata Glasc. The biggest crime boss in Zaun. Rumour had it they had a deal going on - he collected her bounties and she funded his projects.

Those damn projects. That what you were gonna be if he ever caught you. You've heard the stories. Jars of organs and limbs stored away as he took the souls of the poor bounties he hunted.

You shivered at the thought. But yet, there was a small part of you found this whole chase exciting. Leaving you breathless as you traced any marks or bruises he left on you. Sinking into the sweet adrenaline as your legs moved faster and faster. Intoxicated with ever encounter.

As if sensing your thoughts. Viktor appeared from the shadows, his boots clanked as he locked you in his sights.

You dashed through the nearest window. He was hot on your tail as you both ran through the wooden hall. People's screams echoed as leapt from tables. Swinging from the old chandelier, just missing his lasso. You stumbled to the ground as you ran out the back.

Your shoes skidded along the dirt as you tried to find your horse. But she wasn't anywhere you could see. You let out a loud whistle but even then you couldn't hear a thing.

A scream was ripped from your throat as you fell to the ground. Tight rope wrapped around your bust before you were dragged towards him. Dust and rocks smacking against any exposed skin as you skidded. Staring up at him whilst he stared you down.

"You caught me again, Doctor - who would of guessed."

You kicked at his knee. He let out a pained grunt as he fell on one leg. Your leg wrapped around his, using all your weight as he was on the floor and you sat on his waist.

"But you're not getting me, this time." You grinned.

His third arm reached out for you. Snapping at you like snake. You leaned back enough it grabbed the rope instead. You were pulled forward suddenly causing you to lose balance, gasping as you felt something hard against you.

"You were saying?" He mocked.

But you didn't let that stop you. You shifted your arms pulling back as hard as you could as the claw pulled the rope towards him. Leaving you almost free but of course, he was always steps ahead. The rope tightened around your wrists. Now bound by them.

You huffed. Glaring down at him as you tried to pry away from the rope.

Suddenly, you were being thrown over his shoulder. You let out a yelp as you smacked against his armour. How did this even happen?! Viktor trudged through the bustling town, finding his destination easily.

You recognized this place. It was a bar upstairs but a brothel downstairs. You could feel your cheeks glow as you rubbed your thighs together. Was he really going to do this?

He ignored the looks he received as he handed 4 coins to a lady at the bar.

"How generous! Please, follow me!"

She took him downstairs, past the busy rooms and ladies waiting outside them.

"just the one? I can bring you one of my girls, free of charge."

"Just the one."

Her smile strained but she allowed him to step inside without any issues. You waved at her before the door was slammed shut. The door had an automatic lock. How fancy.

You were chucked onto the bed. Arms Infront of you still bound. He stalked towards you as more smoke hissed out from his mask.

"Two month's."

You knew exactly where this was going. You bit your lip as you tried to hold back your grin.

"You were gone for two months."

"Aww, what? You miss me?"

He grabbed your legs, pulling you towards him as he lined his crotch against yours. You shivered as you felt it press exactly where you wanted it.

He kept you there. Just glaring down at you. You squirmed under his gaze, grinding against him. Trying to get a reaction out of him but he just stood.

"Too nervous to go through with your plan, Doc?"

"Far from it." He threw off your boots with one quick motion before going for your pants.

You fell from his grasp as you tried to adjust your hips, landing on your side as he yanked your clothes off. He pushed you to your knees where you were left with your ass in the air. Legs spread.

A single clawed finger dragged along your underwear. You moved against it as he traced over your throbbing sex. Your back arched further as he pulled the rope around your wrists. You let out as gasp as your face was forced further into the bed.

The cool air hitting your exposed skin as he ripped your underwear off you. Literally.

"Hey! I got those recently-!"

Your words were muffled but you knew he could hear you. A deep chuckle coming from him. It went straight to your core. His voice was your biggest weakness. A thick accent that made you melt.

"You're wet." He pointed out. Spreading your ass and thighs to get a better look.

You squealed as you felt the hot smoke from his mask hiss against your folds. One hand was metal, cool against you whilst the other had a nice warm leather. The two different temperatures left your skin tingling as the palm of his metal hand grew hotter.

Viktor stood up straighter, still using one hand to spread you open. Whilst the other hand suddenly smacked your ass. The hot palm leaving a more prominent red mark. You moaned as he massaged the sore spot.

"How many can you handle?"

It took you a moment to figure out what he meant. You shifted your head slightly so he could hear you better.

"Five." You muttered weakly, feeling embarrassed at the low number.

"Count to ten."

You didn't even get to protest as he struck you again. You let out a surprised 'one'. He just tutted. You could see him shaking his head. Another deep chuckle leaving him.

"This is the second slap, miláčku." He spanked your ass again. "I thought you were smart."

"T-Three!"

There were only a few moments before he slapped you. Massaging and rubbing the red hand print in between as he hummed in approval. By seven you were a sniffling mess. You felt too sensitive to take anymore. Squirming underneath his touch as you twitched. Tears blurring your vision as you let another moan.

"Viktor.... please..."

"Just three more to go, you can do it."

This time his strike was more gentle. His palm cooling down. Giving you more time to rest as he soothed you. Your legs were shaking as you felt your own slick on your thighs. Mewling as his gloved thumb rubbed your wet folds. Pressing against your hole.

"Nine!"

Another slap. His clawed third arm reached under his shoulder. Taking his gloved hands place as he inserted two fingers into your soaked cunt.

Curling his fingers deep as he thrusted them in. Soothing you once again as he stretched you open. The wet squealching only adding to the overwhelming situation.

"Ten-!"

Your cheeks turned to fire as you twitched. Cumming around his fingers you let out string of whimpers. He took out his fingers once your high died, wiping your juices on your skin.

His hands glided across your hips as he slowly slid you down. You lazily flopped, laying on your stomach as you looked at him over your shoulder. Viktor unbuckled his pants, pulling it out of the loops with a snap.

You flinched at the noise as you clenched around nothing. He pulled his pants just enough to free himself. Giving himself slow pumps of his cock as he looked down at you.

"All this running just for you to let me take you." He crawled onto the bed, tucking his legs under yours.

You never took much notice of it before but it became more apparent to you as you felt it press against your weak legs. His right leg was a prosthetic from the knee down. You began to wonder what else was augmented.

You were flipped on your back, your bottom half propped up on his lap meanwhile the rest was on the pillows. The doctor grabbed your hips, lining your sex up to his cock before pushing in. He grunted as he had to ease in, doing slow small thrusts until he could fully slip in. Bottoming out with a hard thrust forward.

"Vik-"

You were immediately silenced as he pounded into you. He pulled the rope, forcing you to sit up as your faces became eye level. Steam blowing onto your face.

You huffed, forcing back your moans as you roughly grabbed his mask. His hat falling off in your pursuit making it easier for you. His mask was off with one rough tug. His expression was stiff; only his eyes widening as you finally could see each other.

He cheeks were replaced with metal, his teeth exposed and now a burning orange. It was as if he had hot metal for teeth. His eyes were vibrant. Matching the glow of his mouth. Golden eyes with flickers of purple staring down at you.

Signs of aging already appearing as he had heavier bags under his eyes. Already getting light wrinkles from frowning. A patch of silver was noticeably in the wild main that were his brown locks.

Two moles on his face drew your attention. One right under his eye and the other was above his lip.

He was so pretty.

You were brought back to reality as he moved your hips in time with his. Having much more force now as he began to snarl. His lips crashing onto yours as he hungrily delved his tongue into your mouth. Keeping you pressed to his chest by the rope his third arm was now holding.

You were practically a rag doll in his hands. Letting him do as he pleases as he fucked you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. He groaned into your mouth as he laid you down. Keeping his lips on yours as he didn't stop his brutal pace.

He hovered over you. Disgust in his eyes as he bared his teeth at you.

"Is this all you want? To get fucked?"

"Yes-!" You cried out. Arching your back as your eyes rolled back. His cock hitting your g-spot.

"Making me search for you." He gritted his teeth. Pulling you with him as he sat up. Moving your legs over his shoulders. Hitting new places as stayed relentless. Not giving you a single moment to breathe.

"Just for you to be sitting at bars, waiting."

You grabbed at the robotic arm keeping you up right. Trying to find anything to ground yourself as you were left seeing stars.

"Waiting to get filled like a common whore."

'yes' spilled off your lips. You couldn't think. All you could focus on was the immense amount of pleasure. Barely able to process what he was saying as you screamed out.

"perhaps I should leave you here, you'd fit right in."

You quickly shook your head. He raised a thick brow. Going to retort but you beat him to it.

"Only you--! I want only you!"

It was true. Ever since he first fucked you, you couldn't find anyone who'd filled you up like he did. Either too gentle. Too rough. Not long enough. Not thick enough.

It wasn't him. You needed him.

He bit his lip. Trying to hide his expressions as his pace grew sloppy. You knew exactly what this meant. His breath hitching as his grip on your hips grew tighter.

"cum- please cum-! Cum inside me! Please!" You chanted, breathless.

"Chystám se tě naplnit, miláčku. " Im going to fill you up, darling

His eyes rolled back as he spilled into your cunt. You clenched around him. Trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. He shivered as you grinded against him. Moving your hips as he slowed down his thrusts.

He leg go off rope, your arms falling to your chest. Viktor moved your legs to his waist before falling forward. Keeping himself inside you as he pulled something from his pocket.

"Your debt was paid." He put a small but heavy bag into your palms.

Your mind was too blissed out to even know what he was saying. He cupped your cheek as he searched your dazed expression.

"No more running."

He left you with one last kiss. Slipping out causing you to whine. Feeling empty as his cum dripped out.

You faded in and out. The next thing you knew you were dressed again. Being hugged to his chest as he sat in the back of his wagon. A giant robot driving you both into the distance.

Your debt was paid. You're safe.

You smiled as you leaned more into him. Looking up at him as you let out a small whisper. "thank you." Before you finally let yourself sleep.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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he’s so vogue

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

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

warnings: swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was still bloody freezing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

Pissing off Harry would be on another level of shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm." Harry nodded his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For such soft eyes he sure was intimidating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was amazing though - that was the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You still see them often?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

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

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

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

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

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

Today had been a good day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry I didn't mean to—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

••••

A few months later and you were officially Harrys girlfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Meeting his best friend

AN: This is part two of An Artist and an Engineer, the story of my OT3

Part one

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Un-beta'd. Dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banners by me

Relationship: Artist Steve x Reader, Background Artist Steve x Engineer Bucky, Steve x Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: Smidge Fluff, Smidge Angst, Smut (Mild Stucky content, Oral (both M and F receiving) Fingering, PinV sex (unprotected but this is an established relationship), Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Masturbation, Facial, Cum eating, Cream pie, Threesome.)

You’d been seeing Steve for two months when you first met Bucky.

Steve had invited you over to his loft and asked you to wear something pretty. You were getting yourself all keyed up at the thought of a good session with your artist boyfriend as you rung the downstairs buzzer.

Reaching his apartment door, it opened before you could knock. Your heart sank when someone, who was very definitely not Steve opened. You were confused.

You took in his features, so different from Steve’s. Shaggy dark hair, ice blue eyes and a pinchable divot in his chin. He smiled broadly at you, sticking out his right hand.

“You must be Steve’s erotic muse,” he teased. “I’m James, this lughead’s best friend. But all my friends call me Bucky, and I have a feeling we’re gonna be great friends.”

Fuck, was Steve’s friend actually flirting with you?

You took his hand lightly giving it a shake.

“Er, hi, Bucky.”

He stood to the side and let you in, offering to take your coat and stash it on the hook. You didn’t have much time to ponder why Steve had invited a friend and not told you, before the man himself swept you up into his arms.

“My Cali, you’re here. I’ve missed you”

You playfully smacked his arm.

“It’s been three days Steve.”

“Three days too long!”

His head dipped down and he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue sought admittance and he drank from your mouth as though you were the only thing that could quench his thirst.

Delicious as it was, you were aware that Bucky was still stood near you both and you opened your eyes to see him smirking at the pair of you. You pulled away from Steve reluctantly.

“Steve, behave. You have company!”

“Oh he doesn’t mind, do you Buck?”

“Nope!” He popped the p and kept smiling.

You rolled your eyes.

“God, no wonder you are best friends!”

“Come on Buck, let’s get back to making dinner.”

You made your way to the sofa and settled in to watch them. It was like a ballet, the way they worked in sync to prepare and cook all the parts of the meal. They were obviously very good friends and completely at ease with each other, given the amount of times they brushed up against each other, leant over each other’s shoulders and took it in turns to feed the other little bits of sauce to taste test.

All three of you managed to keep up conversation during the cooking and the meal itself and you found it very easy to warm up to Bucky. He was an engineer for Stark industries, helping to make the designers dreams a reality. So, like Steve he had nimble and elegant fingers, although you suspected his would be more calloused. Not that you’d ever get to find out of course, you were Steve’s girl.

You all retired to the sofas once you’d finished eating. When he pushed his sleeves up you could see he had a tattoo on his left arm, completely covering the skin from his wrist all the way up and disappearing under the bunched fabric.

“May I?” You gesticulated at his inked flesh.

“Sure thing, darlin’” and he held his arm out towards you. You admired the design, a mixture of different flowers, brightly coloured, that seemed both at odds with someone so masculine, but also suiting him at the same time.

You traced a vine that wound up his arm. The way the piece was composed intrigued you, and then it clicked.

“Did Steve design this?”

“He sure did, doll. Not letting anyone ‘cept my best guy pick how I decorate my skin.”

Steve moved to sit on the arm, next to Bucky and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. You looked on, slightly confused as Bucky turned his head to look up at Steve and your boyfriend dropped a light kiss to his friends lips. The pair then turned to look at you, and you were caught in their twin gaze.

Steve shifted from his perch to crouch down in front of you and took your hands in his.

“So, Cali, I wanted to introduce you to Bucky for a few reasons. I think you might’ve guessed we’re close. But in case you didn’t get it, we’re very close. We give each other those things we can’t get elsewhere, yeah?”

Your eyes started to well up.

“Are you dumping me, Steve?” Your voice was a hoarse whisper.

“No, baby, of course not!” His thumb grazed your cheek softly. “No, I just wanted you to know and understand that at much as I love you, I love him too. He and I aren’t a couple, but we do get together sometimes. I need you to know and understand, Cali. Please say you’re okay with it.”

You looked at him, but your gaze darted over his shoulder briefly to look at Bucky. He really was very attractive. You couldn’t blame Steve for wanting in on that. Thoughts of them together raced through your mind, and you squeezed your thighs together. Dare you voice your thoughts?

You took your lower lip between your teeth as you thought, both men following that movement with their eyes. You raised yours to meet Steve’s again and your voice was still breathless when you asked, “Can I watch?”

For a split second there was silence before Steve moaned out loud and kissed you. No, he devoured you! One of his hands was on the back of your neck, pulling you close, his other sliding up your thigh and under your skirt to grip your hip. You mewled into his mouth, matching his ferocity with your own. Your own hands flew to his shirt, working on his buttons. He always got you going quick, like a high-powered car going from 0-60, revved up on Steve!

You’d almost forgotten about Bucky when his chuckle had you and Steve pulling apart breathlessly. He stood from his chair and walked towards you both, a swagger in his steps and an obvious bulge in his pants.

“If you get to watch me and Steve sometimes, darlin’, does that me I get to watch you and Steve?”

You were nodding before you’d even processed his question. Steve’s lips latched to your neck, kissing and nibbling, and you sighed. He scooped you up in his arms and walked through to his bedroom, Bucky following. Steve laid you on the bed and his friend crossed to the easy chair, sitting down spreading his legs wide. He popped the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper to relieve the pressure, but made no other move.

You looked at him, suddenly nervous as Steve continued to kiss your neck and run his hands over the exposed portions of your skin.

“Don’t worry my Cali, you say the word and he’ll leave, at any point. He’s just going to watch. He won’t touch you unless you ask, okay?”

You nodded again, and forced all your attention onto Steve, recapturing your lust from earlier. He pulled your dress over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties, and you helped him out of his shirt, before scrabbling at his belt.

He shucked out of his pants and briefs in one go, his hard cock bouncing up against his abs, already starting to leak slightly. You pushed him down onto his back, and then, kneeling at his side, leant over to take him into your mouth. It was an odd angle, but you weren’t quite ready to have your bent over ass right in Bucky’s face, and this way he could see what you we doing.

You heard a curse as you sank your mouth down as far as you could, and you weren’t sure which one had uttered it, although you thought it was Steve. A quick glance at Bucky revealed his was palming himself inside his jeans, watching your movements intently.

“God Stevie, looks like she’s real good at that!”

You were feeling slightly mischievous, so as Steve tried to reply you fondled his balls, making him moan instead. Bucky chuckled and you winked at him, before lifting yourself up and off your delicious snack.

Now emboldened you took your bra off and threw it in Bucky’s direction.

“I see she’s also a trouble maker!”

You batted your eyes at him, as if to say ‘who, me?’, but we’re suddenly grabbed by Steve’s hands and flipped face down onto the bed. He pulled your hips up and pulled your panties down to you knees, somewhat immobilising you.

You let out a low moan even before the first spank landed.

“You okay, Cali?”

“So okay, Steve!”

“Can Buck come have a closer look?”

You nodded into the bed covers, and a few seconds later felt the bed dip as Bucky perched on the end near Steve. Your boyfriend continued to spank you with a steady rhythm and you knew that Bucky would be able to see you dripping. The idea just made you wetter. Apparently you were into exhibitionism now as well.

“Jeez, she’s so wet. She always like this? You are one lucky sonofabitch!”

“I think you being here is making her wetter.” He paused in his spanking to swipe a finger through your folds. “Wanna taste Buck?”

Oh god, you couldn’t see but you knew that Bucky was now sucking and licking your juices off Steve’s finger. You whined with need, as you listened to them.

“Wow darlin’ you’re absolutely delicious!”

There was more shifting behind you and you weren’t sure which one was moving until you felt Steve’s mouth attacking you cunt, and absolutely devouring it. His beard burned your thighs, his talented tongue spearing into you and scooping out your cream. You were quivering above him, getting so close to your release when he pulled away.

“Steve… please…”

You lifted your head to look over your shoulder and felt yourself go even dizzier with want, because your boyfriend and his best friend were now making out like they were starving. It was as though Bucky was trying to take every particle of your essence from Steve for himself. He was even licking droplets out of the dirty blonde beard.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Heat flared in your cheeks as you realised you’d actually said that out loud.

The boys broke their kiss, two pairs of feral eyes upon you, before Steve returned all his attention to you. His hands gripped your hips and he slid his cock, inch by inch, into your wet heat. Both of you threw back your heads and cried out as finished burying himself inside you. He stayed still for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of you pulsing around him, before he started to thrust with a brutal pace.

Your hands gripped the sheets and all you could do was allow your body to be bounced around, your nipples rubbing against the black satin beneath you. You didn’t hide your noises, you knew how much Steve loved hearing you, knowing how much he was ruining you.

The bed shifted again and Bucky was sat up against the headboard your face level with his thighs. He was still clothed, but he had his dick in his hand now. You couldn’t see it properly, but you could see the flushed, cut head as it poked out of his fist. His gaze travelled up your body, over where you and Steve were joined and then over Steve’s abs and face.

You were getting close and you moved your hand down to rub against your clit. Your eyes met with Bucky’s and the devil on your shoulder decided to speak.

“Bucky, I want you to come on me, please!”

You heard Steve groan behind you before Bucky chuckled and moved onto his knees at your side.

“Can’t say no to that darlin’. You and Steve are quite the picture.”

You could see his cock better now. Slightly shorter than Steve, but maybe a little thicker, and a small bend to the right. The glans was large and you just knew it would feel wonderful teasing back and forth through any of your holes.

Thoughts of Bucky plundering you were enough to have you coming, writhing on Steve’s cock, covering it in your cream. The tightening of your cunt brought Steve over the edge with a shout and he painted your insides.

Breathing hard you lifted you head, opened you mouth and stuck out your tongue as you faced Bucky, silently imploring him to find his own end soon.

“Yeah Buck, come on my Cali’s face. She’s such a dirty slut for us.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck!”

His shout gave you a moments warning, before spurts of hot cum landed first across your tongue, then across your cheek and collarbone. You swallowed what was in your mouth, noticing how Bucky differed in taste from Steve.

You boyfriend, who was still imbedded inside you, hauled you up against his chest, his fingers scooping up his friends spend and feeding it to you. It was deliciously filthy and only got worse better when Steve turned your head to kiss you and lick the remains off your face and neck.

Finally he pulled out and you sank face first into the bed again. You felt Steve part your folds and he sucked in a breath as he watched his cum slowly leaking out of you.

“Buck you gotta see this.”

You turned your head, all embarrassment gone as Bucky tucked himself back inside his pants and moved down to the end of the bed.

“Why you gotta tease me so Stevie? You know how much I love the taste of you.”

The little devil was back on your shoulder.

“Then have it Bucky.”

You heard two indrawn breaths.

“If you want it, lick it out of me.”

A moment's silence, which was probably the boys having a silent conversation, before a pair of hands on your hips flipped you onto your back and lifted your thighs over Bucky’s shoulders before he went to town on your pussy.

Still sensitive, you were almost screaming straight away, as Bucky lapped at your slit, scooping your and Steve's combined mess out of you. Then he used that tongue to clean up every part of your cunt, until you made a further mess when you came as he was sucking your clit.

“So fucking tasty darlin’. Think it’s my new favourite blend.”

Then the three of you were laughing, before getting cleaned up and falling to sleep in a cuddle pile in Steve bed. Your final thought was that, yeah, you really liked Steve’s best friend.

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