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[bginkfluence]

BG Inkfluence Tattoo Parlor - Tattoo Shop in Cork

BG Inkfluence tattoo parlor is a premier tattoo shop in Cork City, Ireland. We offer a wide range of tattoo styles, from traditional to modern, and our experienced artists will work with you to create a unique tattoo that you'll love for years to come. So whether you're looking for a new tattoo BG Inkfluence tattoo parlor is the best place for you.

[ifyougochasingrabbits]

TW: Mention of gore, suggestive themes, and a bad sex joke.

" 'e said i'was a bloodbath."

A ginger-haired Miqo'te sprawled out in an oversized bed on his back, not a single piece of clothing decorated his athletic frame except for a pair of white pants loose in the legs. He looked off to the side at a bottle held beside his head by a dainty hand connected to a dainty lady who lounged on top of him. It was filled with some fancy booze marked by some fancy gilded label, the cork had been shot off somewhere in the studio-sized apartment. It probably cost more than half his year's salary and her’s combined. He didn’t even want to think about that, one of his two wants being to pour the drink over his tongue to taste it and down his throat to forget the month.

"Mhm-hm…" She stared up at him from under his chin where her head laid upon her arm that laid across his chest. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lip underneath a gaze, half-lid by the weight of amusement.

"Said e'd never seen any'hin' like i' befawe. The blood was all over, even the walls were bloody an' under the damn 'able." He paused a beat, shaking his head. “They dunno wha'all was used to off the poor bastards, bu'it didn’ sound like i' was one 'hin'." He slid his arm over the sheets and awkwardly wrapped his hand around the base of the bottle from above.

She held the bottle in place.

He had told her not too long ago, not long at all about a body he and the patrol he was with were called on to check out. A lonely one. The man, a Midlander had his throat ripped out.

That wasn't too unusual, she thought at first. Animals munched on people as a little snack all the time, especially those who chose to travel alone. Or. It had been assumed the killer was an animal. But nothing had been taken and animals don't take things that thieves tend to.

They also eat more.

It was only his throat and his hand that had been injured— the latter she was told had been stabbed by something. What that was, he didn't know. There wasn't anything else to note if she ignored the red mark he had mentioned that colored the man's face. A tattoo of some sort. 

"Couldn' 'ave bin jus'a dagger.” he thought out loud. A moment or it could have been two he added, “An'... i'was damp."

"Damp?" she parroted back. Her brows furrowed, that smile of hers flattened a little, but not enough to vanish. Never enough for that. "It hasn't rained in a while." she pointed out.

If the room was as bloodied as he said, of course, it'd be damp. Wouldn’t it? The last time she knew blood was wet, but the desert was dry. At times painfully. It could crack one’s skin not used to the air and make them bleed, then take days to heal only for it to split the scab apart to start the healing all over again.

"Not one bit." her words continued. "You could fry an egg out there. Or bake some cookies! I could go for some cookies~"

The blood would have dried.

"You said he said it was covered in blood."

The blood would be dry. If it had time to dry.

"I asked if i'was the blood makin' i'damp. 'e said i'was wa'er. Like someone pain'ed every'hin with wa'ter."

"I thought they painted it with blood."

"And wa’er, apparen’ly."

"Unh…" her face scrunched in disgust, that smile keeping a corner of her lips curled.

Lifting her head she pressed her nose under his chin, letting it unwrinkle before she tilted her head further back to plant a kiss in its place.

"So they didn't take anythin'. And it was… damp. But not from the blood—"

"I don' 'hink i'was the blood."

"Did he think it was from the blood?"

" 'e didn' say."

She mumbled against his skin in a half sing-song-like tease, "I bet you didn't ask~ What he thought."

He frowned, his brows leveled out by the unamused knowledge of her being right. She was right about a lot of things, too many things. He wondered a few times, but especially now how many times that got her in trouble.

"What else is there! What else did he tell you? There has to be somethin'." she lifted her head from her arm, getting a nice view of his nostril, probably the best view but not for long. "Anythin'."

He scrunched his chin down, trying to get a better look at the smirky smile on the face he paid more than he'd like to admit, to see fewer times than he'd like.

"Aye," he confirmed, much to her amusement, "you remember tha'red mark tha'was on the other guy?"

"I do! It was a tattoo?" It was more a statement than a question, but it wasn't not one.

"I'didn' come off when i'was rubbed, so I'm guessin tha'."

Who rubbed it, she thought to herself, wondering if rubbing dead bodies was a part of checking on them.

" 'e said three ov'em 'ad i'too. Same side an' place like the firs'." He let his head fall back, giving a lazy tug at the bottle.

It didn't move.

She knew those marks. What they meant and stood for. Slavers, a particular band of them— the dangerous kind. They all were disgusting.

People didn't have the right to sell anyone but themselves. They did it every day, offering an uncountable number of skills, talents, and whatnots for coin. If not coin, then trade. Sometimes a combination.

"Only three?"

"Jus' the three."

"Not all four? Are you sure? Certain it was only three?" 

He shook his head, "No— yes." He breathed out a sigh and adjusted his grip on the bottle. "I'm�� sure tha'wha 'e said. If tha'wha 'e really say, I don' fuckin' know. I wasn' 'here, the'ells am glad for i'."

"Maybe my luck's rubbed off on you." she half-teases. I asked she'd say she thought she was pretty lucky. "Wouldn't that be won-der-ful? For you. Could you imagine seeing all that? I can't." She could.

"Could rub some'hin' else if you're no'goin' o' share any more of i'." He didn’t give himself much time to think about either thoughts, stating, 'I don' wan'to." He could too. "Are we goin'to 'ave more? Or were you goin'to 'ease me all nigh' with i'?"

That smile of hers, oh how it slowly grew horn to horn. One corner moved further ahead, faster than the other, but it caught up quickly enough. "You made a deal, little blade.” The arm that slid across his chest lifted, tapping her chest twice. “With me. Did you forget?" Her hand dropped next to his head, her head hovered over his. "Have you really? Truly forgotten?" With a shove, she pushed herself up so she sat on his lap. "I wonder, I do! If the drink is too strong. For you."

She took the bottle with her and gave the opening a sniff. Then knocked it back!

The place was damp.

She lowered the bottle, giving him a smirk.

Why was it damp, there wasn't any humidity. She couldn't remember if there ever was a time it got humid. It was the desert. Not Limsa. Not Gridania. It definitely wasn't Ishgard. If it was the room would be covered in ice, not water.

Ice…

She lowered it again into his reaching grasp that guided it and her hand down to take a drink.

What could make it wet? Melted ice.

Her lungs emptied out through her nose, that gaze narrowing as she watched him offer her the bottle. She curled her fingers around the neck of the bottle, pulling into the palm of her hand as one of his rested on her thigh and the other across his chest.

It was funny��� she chuckled, he let one out too— she knew someone who could make it appear like child's play. It was even funnier that someone once had a violent tendency.

And yet the funniest part, she didn't think it was a thing of the past.

[song-for-the-dead]

I spend most of my time in an arty farty warehouse now 💫

[ashleybravin]

Studio thoughts: kneaded erasers are the stress balls of art supplies. Just stared using them for a portrait series, and they are so satisfying! accessibility: Ashley holds up two kneaded erasers in her hand against a colorful background of images and a color chart on her cork board. There is a tattoo of art supplies on her arm with the text “miles and miles of it.” #StudioThoughts #ArtistThoughts #ArtSupplies #KneadedEraser #GummyEraser #Eraser #ArtistStudio #GeneralPencil #Artist #JerrysArtarama @generalpencil @jerrysartaramanashville (at Nashville, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChAF3h4LClX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pixie88]

Tattoo Artist to Businessman

A/N: Those who play Lovelink know Blake Bailey. At the moment I’m loving writing FF for my grey matches. At first I called him Blake the flake but this boy definitely knows how to make a girl hot!! So I wrote this FF SMUT repersents him. This might be a one shot piece or I might continue I’m not sure yet. Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged!

Find my other Lovelink FF HERE on my masterlist under Lovelink - One shots. Along with my Rory Bear & Shopping Trip (Rory O’Brien), My Science Buff & The Naughty Teacher (Marco Bottazzi) & Photogenic (Dominic Wright) FF.  

Comments always welcome!

Word count: 1934

WARNINGS: ⚠️ NSFW & Fluffy fluff

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Lovelink.

Pairings: Blake x MC - Jess

Enjoy!

We are stood on opposite sides of the elevator. Waiting to reach the 74th floor. My arms cross, I'm so mad! (How could he agree to go to a work do on our 1 year anniversary!? What in the hell made him think this was ok???)

"Jess, are you going to talk to me?" He asks.

"NO!" I shot back.

"Jess please, you know why I agreed to this!"

"Because your work is more important than me!" I frown at him.

He has a small smile on his face "Jess that's bull and you know it! This is my only chance to convince Mark to let me buy into the shop"

I turn away from him. In the corner of my eye, I see him move, but I don't turn to see what he's doing, but I soon find out when suddenly the elevator stops. I look over at him, and he's pressed the stop button.

"Blake, what the hell are you doing?!"

"We aren't leaving this elevator until we sort this out!"

I huff "There's nothing to sort out! Now stop messing around"

He walks over to me "Jess, what do I have to do so, you'll forgive me?"

He reaches me and I'm backed against the wall his hands pressed again the wall on either side of my face.

"It doesn't matter! Now can we go to this stupid party!" I hiss back at him.

"No, not until you tell me what I have to do to make it up to you!" His face is inches from mine.

"I said it doesn't matter!"

"What if I promise to take you out after work tomorrow to the restaurant we had our first date at. You know that one where we fooled around under the table" the thought of this makes me want to squeeze my legs together and he knows it.

"What if I promise to re-enact that part, but we just focus on you. Then once we've finished, I'll take you home and bury my head between your legs until you come over and over again!"

My breathing is hitched, he continues "Then when you can't take anymore, I'll make love to you for hours" his lips reach my ear "Jess, are you turned on?"

I can't speak he knows I am "I'll take your silence as a yes. What if I start making it up to you starting now?"

I swallow hard and nod.

This is all he needs he pins me between his body and the cold steel elevator wall, his lips claim mine, on hand pins my wrist above my head and his tongue invades my mouth. I move my hips towards him needing some friction, my hands drop from his grip, and he lifts me up and wraps my legs around him.

His hand slips between us as he continues our heated kiss. He brushes against my centre I feel him smirk against my lip "Even when you are mad at me. I can get you wet within seconds!"

"Shhh," I hiss.

His fingers enter me and I cry out "Blake!"

"That's it, baby!" he lays kisses against my pulse line.

His fingers move against my clit "Fuck! Blake...I need you!"

He puts me down to unbuckle his belt and sets himself free of his boxers. He pulls out a foil packet, rips it open, and rolls the condom down his hard member. He lifts me again, moves my underwear to the side, and pushes past my entrance, filling me "God Jess"

He thrust into me, I grab his shoulders "Blake, harder!"

His thrusts become more intense. His lips capture mine, his pace is relentless. I move to keep up with his rhythm "Baby, I love having you wrapped around me," he whispers against my lips.

"Oooh....Yes, Blake just like that!"

I'm close to the edge he can tell so move faster "Yes..Yes..Yes Blake!"

"That's it baby come for me"

I fall over the edge just as I'm coming down from my peak Blake hits his own "Fuck Jess!"

Sweaty and breathless, he puts me down and tucks himself away.

"Am I forgiven now?" he asks.

I wink "It depends on how the rest of the night goes"

He smiles "Happy Anniversary, Gorgeous!"

I blush "Happy Anniversary Handsome!"

"We better get to this party before it's over," He says.

He walks over to the buttons pressed something and it starts moving again. When the doors finally open the party is flowing we walk over to the bar and order our drinks.

"So, where is this boss of yours?"

Blake looks around the room and he points out a tall, muscular guy with curled short brown hair.

"Why don't you go and talk to him?" I say.

"Aren't you coming?" he asks.

"I'll let you work your magic and talk shop for a bit, then I'll come over!"

He smiles "Ok, I'll be back in a bit!" He leaves to speak to his boss.

I made my way to the end of the bar as its quiet there. I'm people watching.

"Hi," I turn to see a guy with mousy brown hair approaches me. He has lovely green eyes.

"Hi," I say.

"You looked a bit out of place here?" He says.

"Really? How so?" I ask.

"Is it not clear? You are Gorgeous. Plus, I know everyone that works at one of Mark's tattoo studios"

"What if I'm recently new?" I laugh.

"Ok, you got me there!" He smirks.

"So you are stumped?"

He laughs, "I am! So what is a beautiful woman like you drinking all alone?"

Then I hear him "She's not alone James"

I turn to see Blake giving this James who seems startled a cold look.

Blakes arm comes around my waist and rests on my lower back.

"Oh Blake, it's so nice to see you again! I didn't know this lovely lady was with you!" James says.

"James this is my girlfriend Jessika. Jess this is James, Marks, assistant" Blake says.

"Well, as lovely as it has been meeting you Jessika, I think I better go and find my boss. See you around," he leaves us alone.

I turn to Blake, who has his eyes glued on James.

"He seemed nice!" I say.

Blake looks at me, he's jealous! "Nicer than me?"

I smirk "I'm not sure"

"Oh really?" He says.

I laugh his lips brush against my ear "I don't think he could make you come undone in front of a room full of people like I can" before I have time to ask what he means he moves me so my back is facing the wall.

"Blake, what are yo..."

He pulls up the back of my dress and pulls down my underwear he whispers. "When they fall to the floor step out of them and pick them up"

I feel them fall to my feet I look around no one is looking at us.

I bend down to collect my discard underwear as I do his hand finds my centre from behind. His fingers brush against me, I take a deep breath, "I told you I'd make it up to you. But you have to be quiet. No one can know what we are doing!" his fingers enter me and I gasp quietly.

"Blake!" The guy Blake pointed out earlier is walking over to us (Oh, no! Not now! He needs to st...wow, Jess do not blush! DO NOT BLUSH! Sure he will stop once he reaches us?)

Mark reaches us and Blake's pace is relentless "Blake, I had a little think about your proposal. How about 20 percent?"

"25" Blake shots back.

He laughs, "You drive a hard bargain, but that's what makes a good businessman so 25 percent it is!" he holds a hand out and Blake shakes it.

"Pleasure doing business with you Mark. Now let me introduce you to my girlfriend Jessika"

Blake's pace speeds up "Oohhh....Hi Mark it's...so niiiiice tooo meet you," I clear my throat trying to pull myself together.

I can see Blake smirk "It's nice to finally meet you. Blake has done nothing but talk about you since you matched on that dating app. Nice to put the name to the face. Blake, you are one lucky guy to have such a stunning girlfriend"

"Oh, believe Mark I know how lucky I am!" Blake smiles at me.

"Let's celebrate this new partnership with a bottle of champagne," Mark says as he calls over the bartender.

I look at Blake my cheeks are burning I'm biting my tongue to stop me from crying out.

He whispers "God...feeling how wet you are in front of all these people is turning me on baby"

I swallow hard.

The sound of a cork popping pulls our attention back to Mark he starts pouring us a glass each and passes them over.

"To Blake buying into the shop," Mark says.

We clink glasses "To Blake" with that he slips in another finger.

"Ohhh...I'm so excited for you Blake!" I say.

"Mark!!" Someone shouts over.

"Excuse me, there is someone I need to catch up with so enjoy the rest of the bottle. See you two later" Mark says.

He leaves us alone.

Blakes breath is on my neck "Follow me!" He pulls out of me and the back of my dress falls.

He takes my hand and leads me to the nearest bathroom, we slip in together unnoticed. He locks the door his lips crash to mine, which backs me against the sink.

"God, I was close to bending you over the bar in front of all those people" this makes every nerve-ending stand on end!

He spins me around. I grasp onto the side of the sink, I hear his belt unbuckle and I look up into the mirror I see him rip open a condom wrapper.

I turn to see him rolling it onto his hard member just the sight of him has me soaked. He runs the tip along my centre "Do you want this baby?"

"Yes!!" I shout back, he pushes past my entrance filling me for the second time this evening.

"FUCK!" I cry out as he starts slowly thrusting.

"Could James make you feel like this Jess?!"

"No!!" I shot back.

He grasps my hips, pulling me back each time he thrust back in "Crap....baby that's deep" he says with a shaky breath.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!*

We hear someone's knuckles rap on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up! I really need to pee!" The voice on the other side of the door shouts.

Blake speeds up his pace as he replies "Sorry, I'm not feeling too good. Find another toilet!"

Said toilet goer tuts but doesn't knock again.

"Blake....I'm going to....oh my fucking god yes!!" I fall over the edge.

Blake falls with me "Ohhh Jess!"

We clean up and catch our breath I put back on my underwear. "When you said you'd make it up to me, I was thinking more flowers and chocolates"

He smirks "Not sex twice and foreplay in a packed bar?"

I playfully swat him "No, but I can't say I mind!" I wink at him.

"Just wait until we get home!" he smirks.

He kisses me one last time before unlocking the door.

Said toilet goer is still waiting he looks at both of us and grins.

"Blake, we're doing shots come on dude! Bring your girlfriend too!" A voice shouts.

Blake looks at me "You game?" he asks.

"Of course!" He leads me over to the bar.

We clink shot glasses before downing them in one.

@khoicesbyk​

[cosmiclatte28]

Secret Love Song (ten x you)

here we go!

ps. Ten is a WayV and SuperM idol here, while Yuta, Jaehyun, and Johnny are not idols! Thanks

Song : Secret Love Song from little mix and Jason Durelo lol Derulo xD

warning : tiny bit of insecurities, lots of fluff, happy end.

CHITTAPON IS JUST SO SWEET!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You make your way slowly back to your small studio apartment. You rush from the nearest bus stop, walk through the cold winter night, reach the front door and then take the lift to your room. Today has been tiring, your neck and lower back are aching from sitting on stools for hours and reaching your clients body as you inject safe permanent inks into their skin. Yes, you are a tattoo artist, working in a superior tattoo parlor, where hygiene levels are guaranteed safe and the drawings are not regrettable. Well, your clients paid a hundreds of dollars to have a 4 inch tattoo! You have to admit, being a tattoo artist in a high-class studio gave a fair amount to pay your rents, eat decent foods, and spend some money for your happiness. You sigh when you remember that the flat fee for this month has been raised, and you know you will need to either find a new living space or work extra hours to pay for the extra cost.

You stretch your neck for a while as your fingers type in a six digit combination to open the door to your heaven: the bed. Once you close the door behind you, you take off your coat, carelessly toss your bag to the sofa, and free yourself from your boots. You make a quick attempt to untangle your scarf and dive belly first to your soft mattress. A sigh of great relieve escapes your mouth and you find your eyelids super heavy. You would totally fall  asleep within five seconds if your bizarre phone did not disturb you.

Your hand blindly searches for the rectangular noisy object and when you find it, the ring has ended. You groan in frustration, but your fatigue drowns you back to slumber. This time there was a short beep five times in a row, and you know that is your boyfriend messaging you. Your mind fights over waking up to call him back, or just drive your tired eyes to sleep and deal with him later when you're fresh. You decided to do the latter, but today must not be your day. Your phone rings again and your finger slides to pick up his call.

"What?!" You snapped.

"Woah, easy... Did I call the wrong number?" the man on the other hand takes his phone away from his ear to check the caller ID. He shakes his head when he ensures this is the right number.

"Sorry... I-"you yawn and he stays silence until you continue, "I just got home, and your calls postpone my -so needed- sleep..."

He smiles to himself when he heard your yawns and slurs.

"Okay, I'll just tell you I'm busy for the next three days. I'll call you back, I need to do my make up now. Bye!"

You did not reply him, your brain didn't actually understand anything he said, you've lost yourself into the dreamland after finishing your sentence. You sleep through your dinner time, only to snore deeper as the night darkens.

__

One man sits stiffly on his chair in the powder room. He is waiting for his stylist to come and do his make up before he steps into the stage filled with a crowd dedicating their life, money, and time to support him and his group. He shakes his shoulder a bit to throw the pressure away, why did he feel like he committed a great sin for calling his girl just to disturb  her from sleeping.

"Who is that Ten hyung?" Yang-yang who happens to catch a few of Ten's surprised action earlier asked.

Ten turns his head to face the youngest boy, he's about to open his mouth before the tallest and loudest man cuts his answer "It's (y/n) of course," Lucas offers his big smile while slapping Ten's shoulder.

"Stop it Lucas, I might poke his eye because of your sudden slap when I am drawing this eyeliner." The stylist who has been working hard to polish this pretty eyes of Ten, scowls at Lucas.

"Sorry, but it's true right?? It's (Y/n)???" Lucas takes a seat on one of the free chairs in the powder room. He's ready to go on stage already.

Ten shakes his head in disbelief and nods, "Yes it's her. Happy?"

Yang-yang smiles and drags his chair closer, "So... what happened? Spill the tea!"

Lucas also has his eyes bigger twice as much in size and his back is straightened, he is ready for the gossip!

Ten smacks his lips when the last stroke of light lipstick was applied; he checks himself on the mirror and nods an approval for the stylist to go. "Thank you!"

Now when nobody else is in the room, Ten finally opens his mouth.

"I called her at the wrong time I think... She snapped at me because she said I disturb her sleep?"

The two younger men pretend to understand though really they don't have a single idea why Ten must look this nervous just because his girlfriend snapped. Hey, every person has a bad day right?

Ten stares into the two soul across him and he face palms himself mentally when he realize there was no way Lucas nor Yang-yang understands his worry.

"Forget it, both of you are not helping." Ten pushes himself from the chair to put on his golden jacket.

"We're putting on mikes and in 7 minutes, you're going Live." The stage director opens the door right in time and a swarm of crew help the members put on their mikes.

Ten glances at his phone for the last time, there his smile rises when one notification pops from none other than you.

From: mon petit cœur

"Burn the stage,love! Bad Alive deserves the spotlight. <3"

Ten knows he doesn't have to reply that message, but the heavy weight in his heart is gone as he takes a deep breath and joins his other brothers to the side of the stage. They chant their group cheers and soon take over the stage.

--

You're awakened by your alarm clock around seven at night. Your head feels dizzy and you know that's probably because you skipped dinner. You force yourself to open your eyes. Your fingers expertly open the messenger application and through your squinting eyes, you type a short message to your boyfriend. Well, you promised him you won't miss their first stage of Bad Alive, and so here you are! seated on your worn-off sofa, an apple on one hand and the small TV provides you music and pictures. You focus yourself on the screen when you can see your boy and his team already shown for the interview at the screen. You fix your position, increase the volume, and you're totally awake when the stage shows your favorite group of all time.

The three minutes performance was over. You get up from your position, walk to throw the apple core away, and you grab your phone back.

To : Ten

"Amazing job you did there, my body's burning,

Guess I can save money from not using any more heaters.

Going home? <3"

You want to meet Ten so bad, it's already one month since you two didn't see each other. He has intensive practices for the comeback. Not that you're not understanding or selfish; You just wish he can make some time to come tonight, because you need someone to listen to you.

Your phone bleeped after an hour. Ten must've finished all of his works and probably already seated in the van, ready to leave the venue.

From: Ten

"Glad the song kept you warm. Sadly I've told you earlier in the call I cannot make it home these three days. Next week I also have another stage performance. I'll let you know when we can meet. How's today?"

Your shoulder slumped, you ghost you finger over the call button. You want to call him right now, but dating an idol is not that simple. If some manager or stylist caught you in the act, they might tell this to the director board and you know how this will end. Yes forced break up!

You left him on read. You glance at the clock on the dining room. It's already nine, you have some place to go. You dress yourself in a warm jacket and you leave the empty room. You hail a cab and direct an address. Your phone vibrated and you picked up a call.

"Hey! Where are you now?" Ten asks

"I'm going out for a while, why?"

"Oh, where are you headed to?"

"Ummm Johnny's, I forgot he invited me over for wine and cheese. Wanna join?"

"Is this Saturday Night already?"

You chuckled, "Yes Mr. busy, this is a Saturday Night."

"I'll see how the meeting with SuperM goes, til then have fun and be safe, Love you!"

"He's a nice brother, don't worry I'll be okay. Wait I have to get off the bus."

Ten waited for you on the other side of the line. He likes to make sure you're okay on the road. He busies himself with a strand of loose thread on his jacket and holds the phone close to his ear. His smile returns when your breathy voice greets him back.

"Woah, sorry there were several people going down too.

I'm only 3 minutes away! Are you in the office yet?"

"I'm entering the lobby, need to rush to the lift and see if everyone's there already."

"Okay, guess I'll end the call here. I can see his house already."

"No, I'll wait until you are in his house. Besides my notification just notifies me Taemin hyung is late."

"Well, I'm here already. Johnny's by my side."

"Alright, trust you. Tell him I miss him! Okay then, enjoy your night.

Call me whenever you need my help. Love you!"

You smile at his small attention, "Thanks Ten, Love you too! Good luck with the meeting."

The phone call ended

You enter the kitchen of the small house your brother and his fiancée bought. Johnny is five years older than you, and that's why he has been able to take care of you ever since the two of you were young. Johnny's wife happened to be staying in her mother's house because she had to look after her younger cousins. Johnny cannot join her because he needs to supervise his office. So here you are, the two of you meet one another for a siblings quality time.

"Tonight's special is Cabernet Franc," Johnny said after examining the bottle and taking the cork off.

I push him my empty glass and he fills in both glasses with the red liquid.

"Cheers," You both chime and clank the glass.

Moving on to sit on the comfortable L-sofa, you make yourself comfortable before finally starting to chat and talk about life. A soft music was played on the background, some classics because both of you felt like it.

"So, how is your day?" asked Johnny.

You gulp down the rest of the wine and roll your eyes, "Bad. Worst!"

Johnny straightens his back, "Ten? Or Work?"

You run your eyes right and left, taking a moment to think which one of them is bothering your mind. You smile when you know the answer, "Both!"

Johnny only raises his brow and you know the queue to spill everything out. Your mind went back to earlier this morning, where you woke up late and missed the bus to your office. You had to take the cab, since Ten was busy with his performance schedule today. You had to spend a good $20 to make it on time. You did arrive on schedule; the shop was opening as per usual. You greeted your co-workers, Yuta and Jaehyun.

The three of you have been working together since this parlor opened, there were no other worker here because we don't need that much! The people who step through the door were usually a regular or have made an appointment. However, today was totally irregular!

You remember the horror of Jaehyun's face when he entered the employee room with terror. Yuta was working on a customer's drawing and you were washing and cleaning the pen.

"We sorta have a problem here, there were three girls wanting to get a tattoo done without any appointments."

Yuta raised his brow, there must be something next that will surprise them both.

"They're minors. I've told them to come back when they're older, but they insisted."

"Let me talk," You place your pen down on a table and take the queue to talk to the girls. Well, Jaehyun is a softie, he cannot be strict especially to high-school girls.

You caught the three girls giggling over a picture on their phone, and you quickly snatched it away from her hand. They gasped and protested on your action, but you were taller than them.

"Sorry, but it was not appropriate for you to secretly take pictures of another person. This, I'm sure you took them secretly earlier. You're violating someone's privacy." You said as you deleted the pictures of a candid Jaehyun.

"If you're here only to take inappropriate pictures of my co-worker, leave immediately and don't ever come back. And you're clearly not 18 yet, the law stated you must be 18 to have a tattoo. Til then, let's wait patiently. Come back only when you are 18 and permitted to have ink on your body. Good bye." You returned the phone and shrugged your shoulder to the exit door.

The three girls have fires in their eyes and they were clearly killing you in their heads, but you're not afraid of babies like them.

"You're mean! Just wait for our revenge!" One of the girl stomped her feet in anger and ordered the other two to follow her and they left the parlor.

You let go a breath you held back earlier, then you decided to take the welcome desk for a while.

Just when you thought nothing else will go wrong, that's where you were fucked. Across you stood your nightmare. The enormous man across you smiled secretly when he found you greeting him.

"Well, welcome back Sir Dimitry, I believe you're here for a touch up?" You ran your eyes through today's schedule. Sadly his name was not there, but he was a regular and he's the Russian gang leader here, who roamed around Incheon at night. You knew better not to mess up with him, but that was not what bothers you.

He Is big and scary, the first time you saw him was when Yuta has to do a big dragon on his well built arm. That day you were occupied with another client, but although you were focused on doing your work, you can't help but feel his gaze on your body. Yuta and Jaehyun were aware of this, and since then they always try their best to take his project and they always lied you're busy or occupied. You're thankful for them. The two men were not so pleased to work on his skin too, for his drawings were always big, disturbing, and scary. However, he was the most generous tipper, and that made them close their mouth and ears (because he used to answer calls and believe me your ears won't stay cold listening to his choices of bad words).

"I haven't made an appointment yet, and I came here for a new drawing. I've had one in my mind and I believe you can finish tracing it in a couple of minute." The big guy leaned forward on the table.

There were two other people coming in and Yuta happened to pass by. You threw him a "help" sign and Yuta bit his lips, "My client is here already... I'm sorry, try Jaehyun."

Yuta took his customer to the studio and Jaehyun appeared beside you.

Jaehyun glanced at the clock, then looked into the Russian man's blue eyes "I'm sorry sir, but today we're a bit tight. You can come back here tomorrow say around one? I'll take your order, do you want a new drawing or retouch?"

The man hit the table, "I believe this lady over here is free right now, I don't see any client waiting for her. That guy is clearly your job Jae, I saw his tattoos those were definitely yours."He smiled winningly.

You cursed in your heart, well today you happened to have no appointments, you're only making templates. You closed your eyes, inhaled, and looked at Jaehyun. You nodded your head to tell him you'll be okay and you'll take him. Jae could lost his eyes from the shock when you sighed and told the big man, "Alright, I am free for two hours. Before that let me remind you I cannot do strong and big inks."

The Russian man smirked like a cat who won a fish, you took him to the processing room and he explained you what he want. You went to your professional mode and focused clearly on making his dream comes true. You were bargaining with him to make the designs smaller and less bold, he finally gave in. You worked your drawing quickly and after he agreed, you prepared your tools.

To make it short, it was the longest two hours in your life. He was clearly stealing views of you concentrating, and he was throwing so many offensive and disturbing flirts. You almost lost your cool when he joked about how hot you would look like on bed. You promised you held yourself from not forcing the word "bastard" to his neck and you clearly knew Yuta and Jaehyun were both busy keeping eyes on you. You're focused on making a word out of Russian alphabet you didn't know.

"I am attached, so please stop. You're going over the line already." You exhaled when he tried to touch your lap. You quickly pushed his hand away and you rushed your work.

"I said stop! You're harassing me!" You tossed the pen to your metal tray, and you pushed your chair back. He was not totally harassing you physically, but he was mentally fucking you. You saw his tent and you decided you'll stop your work. Well you finished it right on time though.

"I can file a report and you can be trialed." You stood up from your stool, but he held you back faster.

"Let go off her," Yuta threw him a deadly gaze and swatted the man's hand.

"You won't, they wouldn't care. Look this tattoo's amazing. I'm leaving you 500! Take the change." He forced the bills in my hand and made his way out.

You stood there surprised and petrified. You're ashamed of yourself, but what would your boss say if he found out a client was not satisfied because the girl artist did not want to work on his body. You'll lose your favorite job, and no you don't want that to happen yet.

Yuta and Jaehyun comforted you and ensured that you were not assaulted physically or even harmed. You shook your head and a tear fell on your cheeks. "I am embarrassed of myself, I feel bad for Ten... and Fuck I blew up my relationship."

Yuta ensured nobody will know, or you hope so. The day continued and after some more picky madams with boring gossips, you went home with....well an extra $300. You actually hated the money, but 300 is a big number, you can either put it on donation or pay your rent. You decided to put it in the cashier box though, let your boss decide. Usually a 100 bucks is already a big tip, this is triple! But thinking back of his actions, you hate everything.

"You sure you're okay?" Johnny reaches for your hand and takes a good look on your body.

You giggle, "It's fine, he almost reached for my lap but I was faster! But his mind, I can't control that..."

Johnny nods, "Just avoid him okay, or tell your boss you cannot take him. Moving on, tell me about Ten!"

"About Ten, I just hope dating an idol can be more public." You swirl your wine that had been refilled.

Your mind one again brought you into a daze, you remembered two years ago when Ten knew you from his tattoo appointment. You were responsible for his temporary tattoo for a comeback. He knew you from Taeyong, fellow SuperM member who made the 'UNDER STAND' tattoo with your help. Ten likes the result and he asked Taeyong where he got it done.

To make it short, you frequently see one another from discussion, drawing, and planning. Ten and you learned about one another quickly while he was on his ink bed, and you're focused on drawing his perfect sketch on his arm. The meeting became frequent after three months where he needed another tattoo for a comeback.

After returning about ten times to have a retouch or a new design, Ten finally earned your number. From there, everything was so fast and you're suddenly on your third year of dating an international famous idol! You thought you were ready for everything, not going public, staying home most of the time for dates, wearing masks and keep being undercover, even having sleepless nights while waiting for his message when he's away on a world tour. You can go on with the list, but you decided to focus on the good things more.

You were okay with Ten being away from his phone most of the time. He always did his best to send you an update about him, be it one emoji, a selfie, or a whole long ass paragraph of how his day went. He couldn't call you that much because someone might eavesdrop.

So far, no one thought Ten is having a secret love relationship. There were small fights, but both of you can talk it out together with cool heads and bonded stronger after the fight. Ten could see you and him being a family in the future, he even boldly told you his parents can't wait to meet you.

You were okay with all of the relationship, you were okay with his fans, you supported him on concerts and voting, you basically love him too with all your heart. Only one thing actually made you sad.

"What is that one thing? Not posting it in social media?" your brother teases you.

You lean on the soft cushions; your finger carelessly fiddles with the tassels hanging around the blanket Johnny had wrapped around you. You toss your look to his curious face.

"I want to walk under the cold winter air beneath the romantic lights, hand in hand, warmth shared from I don't know his heat pack in his pocket maybe... Then imagine the Christmas Carols are softly whispering in the night, mistletoe is everywhere. It doesn't have to wait until Christmas... I just want it whenever we can." You plop a cheese into your mouth. Your eyes were glassy when they look into Johnny's

Johnny pulls you closer and you instinctively lean in and let him caresses your back.

"You're tipsy, can you still walk?"

You shot your eyes open, the hell did your brother just kicked you out? Hey it's night already! Shouldn't he let you sleep in??

"I am not going home! It's dangerous! What kind of brother are you? Telling your little sister to go home at this time." You hit him repeatedly.

Johnny rolls his eyes, you clearly had too much!

"WALK TO THE BED SIS, WALK TO MY ROOM AND SLEEP PROPERLY." Johnny stresses each of the word in case my ears did not caught them.

You look at him blankly and Johnny knew you're gone already. He swiftly picks you up and carries you to the bed. Nicely he tucks you in and he cleans up the mess in the living room.

He notices his phone vibrating; noticing it was Ten, he picks up the call.

"She's sleeping in tonight, you're on the dorm right?" Johnny asks.

Ten answers him his schedule for the week and how he's not going home. He also told Johnny what happened earlier this afternoon. Johnny smirks as he whispers a code to Ten.

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Two weeks passed by, you already forgot your grudges to Ten. You try to be considerate to his hectic schedules. One cold afternoon, just after you finished working on your last client for today, you take your time cleaning the tools and sterilizing them. While humming to Love Talk, your favorite song, Jaehyun peeks from the curtain door.

"(Y/n), someone's looking for you." Jaehyun drags the curtain open. You pause your activity, for a moment; your eye brows quirked. You focus your mind to see if you missed an appointment, but no you're positive no one called you for a session this afternoon.

"Hmm, we still have time before closing time, so okay I'll take it."

You leave the room to see your client and you're surprised to see your boyfriend sitting on the waiting room.

"Ten!" You squeal out of surprise and joy. You run to hug him, well it has been three weeks since you last saw him in tangible state. Three weeks of video-calls and texts were quite satisfying, nevertheless.

Your boyfriend hugs you back and engulfs your smaller figure. He inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo he missed and how he wished the time can stop here right now.

"You're here for a new tat?" You ask after breaking the hug.

Ten shakes his head, "No, I got dismissed earlier and I want to pick you up!"

You blushed, hey that's so sweet of him. Unlike other boyfriends, having Ten walking in the sidewalk without his manager and body guards is a rare occurrence. Ten was always in the van or swarmed by fans! This afternoon however, here he is standing with a long winter coat, face hidden under a cap and a mask. He did not wear anything eye catching to avoid the media and saesangs. He did it! He made it here in your office without any missing piece or a trending twitter hashtag!

"Well we have another 20 minutes before my shift ends; do you need any help for a tattoo?" You smile at him. Hey planning a tattoo with Ten is always wonderful.

"You know we can always draw them together at home." He smirks and brushes my hair away from my face.

"Okay then, wait for a moment as we're tidying up." A big smile erupts from your lips and your heart is full of flowers!

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"Good bye Jae, Yuta!" You wave your hand as the two men let you leave first while they close the doors.

Ten is already waiting for you on the front porch with his hidden face. You place your mask over your face too. You stick yourself next to Ten to hug his arm, his heart softens at the sight, how a soft girl like you can work as a tattoo artist with Yuta and Jaehyun (who both have enormous prints on their bodies).

Without any warning, Ten takes one of your hand into his, he holds yours tightly and slips them to his jacket pocket."It's a bit cold right? Now where should we go?"

Your eyes widen, usually he always brings you home directly since he cannot be in public for too long.

"Shall we just go home? I can cook dinner." You sound confused by his offer tonight.

Ten shakes his head, and drags you without any clue where are we headed.

You are so stunned when you find yourself finishing a nice dinner course at a new restaurant. Luckily it was not crowded yet and no one seems to notice Ten, but dinner was not the end of the surprise.

You stand frozen under the dazzling disco ball, beneath your feet are colorful light up tiles, surrounding you are the moving body of half-conscious people, and your ears are slowly aching from the loud music.

"Ten, can we go somewhere quiet, I can't talk." You lean in closer to scream into his ear and your boyfriend pulls you out of the crowded space.He brings you to the bar and helps you sit on one of the stool.

"One bourbon for me, and a vodka for this pretty lady." Ten smiles to the bartender.

After he takes his sit next to you, you raise your brow. He knows that code and he quickly reaches for your hands.

"You don't like dancing in the club? It's a Sunday Night, I thought some drinks won't hurt right?" Ten knows you're not new to these kinds of places.

You let out a free laugh, "I do love dancing in the club, I'm just surprised why you're suddenly doing this. Plus if you told me, I could have prepared for better attire!" You hit him playfully.

Ten takes your hand into his, "Well, you look great already, plus we must not catch attention right." He leans in closer to you.

Your eyes slowly move down over his nose and finally on his lips. Maybe it was the way they glistened under the dim light, or the tenderness you miss, or just simply his lip bites he always did when he's nervous! You feel gravity pulling you closer just to taste a tiny bit of it, but Ten moves back quickly when the bartender returns with two glasses of our drinks.

"Thank you!" Ten hands over the cash and offers you your glass. You found yourself stupid for almost kissing him in public. Rule number one of dating an idol is to never kiss on public.

"Sorry," You look everywhere but his eyes and gulp down your shot.

Ten just nods beside you and there was a bit of a tension between you and him. Maybe you're still embarrassed of your action, but Ten is actually enjoying your braver side.

"Let's hit the floor. I really miss dancing together." Ten easily picks you out of your stool and lands you gently on the floor. One shot of vodka won't make you drunk yet, but you spent your youth dancing on the dance floor, so this is nothing for you.

The DJ was wonderful tonight; his choices of songs are perfect and as the two of you are getting more and more heated up under the throbbing lights. The dance floor was crowded and there was not much space left. You share his body heat, you can feel his breath tickles your neck, and you can once again see his plump cherries. You drive your mind elsewhere, and move your body to the rhythm. You smile at him and he smiles back at you, with one deep glance the two of you inches closer and closer.

Your eyes grew heavy, vision dark, you let your other senses work, and you feel that warm plump lips touching yours. You caught your breath and after some time, he pulls back. The loud sound blasting through the speaker slowly disturbs your hearing again. You open your eyes slowly and stare into his deep eyes. He places his hands over your waist, pulls you into his arms, and the two of you sway to the loud slow music the DJ offers.

You're no longer thinking straight. You bury your face into his chest, you trust yourself into his lead and a single tear fell down.

When you hold me in the street

And you kiss me on the dance floor

I wish that we could be like that

Why can't we be like that, Cause I'm yours.

You know this is everything you need to face when dating an idol, and you cannot hate him for this. It was your decision to say yes to him. Your head spins, your ears deafened, your vision darkens, and you no longer feel your feet.

You lost your conscious; all of a sudden you're already lying down on your bed. Turning your head to the side, you see Ten sleeping by your side hugging you loosely while taking in calm and relaxed breath. You grit your teeth as you try your best to softly turn your body to face him.

In his warm embrace you snake your hand to ghost over his godly face to brush away the golden locks away from his eyes. You stare at his innocent face, you're overwhelmed. It's been a while since the last time you has Ten by your side when you sleep. He was always busy and thousands of miles away from you in a different time zone. You touch his cheeks and wipe a tear running down from your eye.

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

Just the sound of his relaxed breathing and the slight touch of his arms over your waist, you finally found the missing warmth and peace you've always craved for bedtime. Having Ten lying next to you tonight sparked a small fire in your chest. You feel safe and you're so emotional. You snuggle closer to him, Ten stirs in his sleep but did not wake up, instead he naturally finds your body and fixes his posture to a comfortable position. You face his chest, right where you can see the tattoo you nicely did on his left chest (where he worked so hard to get his mom's permission) you smile when you remember how happy he was when he sneaked out to meet you to deliver the happy news.

Your heart flutters, he did not need to wake up to fit you into his embrace. Your relationship fits like a puzzle where each pieces were so different that you won't make mistakes. You want to believe that Ten is the one destined for you and so are you to him!

It's obvious you're meant for me

Every piece of you just fits so perfectly on me

Your mind plays thousands of silly scenarios. Most of them were happy, but you cannot lie that the darkest corner in your brain still repeatedly tricks you with nightmares. It was not the first time you have dreams about his fans finding out your relationship, you cannot imagine their faces and you cannot imagine living with the constant fear that one of those fans might kill you out of obsession!

Your insecurities also snatch your confidence away whenever you see Ten standing on a stage with another "oh so perfect" girl idols or models or hell actresses! Not to mention the flirty look those back up dancers always toss to your man. Well, they might be throwing flirts on him because they did not know Ten is attached already; however, even when they know 90% will fight harder and the rest 10% will let go. You're living in fear, in terror that one day when you wake up Ten can no longer be beside you.

You break your own promise about always telling one another your fears and struggles. You hide them behind your cheerful smile, you blame yourself for over thinking, and you make sure Ten will never know that. You are learning every day to put the negative thoughts away and focus on the good ones. Ten needs your support, Ten loves you, and you believe that. You can sleep a bit after convincing your heart that the man hugging you here is an angel made for you!

Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep

But I'll never show it on my face

Your eyes flung open when you feel the sudden drop of temperature. Your hand reaches to your side in panic and you peek to see that it's no longer occupied. You stretch yourself to wake up, Ten might be away already for his schedule. You take your phone to see any message he probably left, but there were none. You glance to the door, it was closed. There are no traces of Ten, not his shirt, not even his phone.

Once the room door was opened, your nose is filled with a fresh smell of bacon and eggs. Your smile returns when you see Ten only in his boxer and apron. You can hear your washing machine working and when you look at the door, you smile when you see a pile of your laundry and his outfits are there.

"Morning princess, I'm sorry I have to run the laundry for my clothes...since someone happened to spill a drink over me yesterday and I'm not going back to the dorm with a smelly outfit." Ten explains while flipping an egg over. He sets the fire to a lower heat and turns his body to see you.

You can only smile like a dumb love-struck girl (which is not wrong). You make your way to jump and hug him. Ten automatically receives you in his arms and you dip your head down to greet your lover with a sweet morning kiss. In between the sweet kiss, you can see Ten smiling like he enjoys these kinds of cheesy morning things.

"You better stop kissing me," Ten speaks up on our short breaks, he kisses you one more time, "Or I will burn the eggs."

You laugh and toss your head back, you take your queue to jump off him and Ten quickly saves his egg from burning. "Just right in time," He smirks when he plates the last egg on the dish.

"Please take your seat miss, breakfast by your hottest man is ready." He sits down across you with one plate of the same menu. From your request, Ten did not take off his apron. No you do not need a distraction this early!

Your mind records every single moment Ten giggles and laughs, his wake up state is already so lovely and you cannot imagine how perfect your mornings will be if the two of you finally tie the knot and live together. You can only keep that in your small heart, a really simple dream you wish you can achieve. Living with Ten for the rest of your life, why? Because you know he is the man made for you. But are you the woman made for him?

You finish your breakfast and as the washing machine finished its job in drying the clothes too, you hear his phone rings. Ten glances at the buzzing noise. You toss him a small smile before leaning in to kiss him and walking away to take the laundries. You pick up his shirt, Ten does his duty to wash the dishes and pan he used.

"Let me iron this quickly," You disappear to at least send him off to work in a nice attire.

Ten places the last dish on the drying rack and he starts to pack all of his stuffs, he brushes his hair and teeth, puts his cap back on and his eyes soften when he sees you coming back with a neat shirt.

He finally takes off his apron and with your help, put on his tidy sweet smelled shirt. Secretly Ten loves your laundry soap and that's one reason why he used your washing machine. He wants to smell like you!

"So, when can I see you again?" You ask as you fix his collar. You're facing him and only inches away from his nose.

Ten smiles and puts his hands over your waist, he leans in to stare deeper into your eyes, "Whenever you want miss! I'm only one call away," he winks.

Both of your face are slowly erasing the gap between you two and just as you close your eyes his phone abruptly kills the mood. You pull your face back and you can see Ten cussing at the caller.

"Damn Lucas! Such a mood breaker! I told him I am coming in 10 minutes," Ten presses the red button and pockets his phone. You burst out laughing, of course it must be Lucas!

"Well, guess you will want to go before Kun calls you! Thanks for yesterday and today and everything!" You hug him and bury your face on his chest. "I wish you can come often and do my dishes!" You taunt your tongue.

Ten ruffles your hair and kisses your forehead for the last time, "Okay, I need to go now. You also need to prepare yourself for work."

You nod and note the time, it's an hour to the store opening hours, you need to get ready.

"Bye love, take care! I love you." Ten walks to the exit after putting on his coat and shoes.

"Love you more!" You stand by his side facing by the exit door.

"Love you most," he winks and finally pulls his cap to cover his face and puts his mask on. He finally turns around and walks to the lift.

You return to your room, taking a bath and getting ready for another long week. You believe if you can get through this, your dream of living with Ten will be clearer and brighter.

Your day goes on and you cannot lie whenever you see him on social media, a website, a magazine, or a music show, even from the talks from your customers, you cannot throw the disturbing insecurities away from your mind.

Is our love hopeless?

Will the world accepts me as his significant other?

Will his family love me?

Will he even stay by my side, or will he found someone new who is better than me?

Those are the things you cannot spill to him that haunt you every time he is away.

You play with the promise ring Ten gave you on your two years anniversary. The dark minds foreshadowing your mind suddenly disappear just as you remember the same words Ten always recites, "You're the puzzle that fits into me, why would I let you go? Trust me and wait for me, I love you more than anything!"

With that, your smile erupts back into your face and the rainbow in your heart plus mind is back. You know you just have to trust Ten the same way he trusts you! Life will bring you two together if it is meant to be, and fate will also play a part.

Because Trust is everything you need for an everlasting love story right?

[sagehaleyofficial]

HERE’S WHAT YOU MISSED THIS WEEK (6.17-6.23.20):

NEW MUSIC:

Machine Gun Kelly released an acoustic version of his song “Bloody Valentine” early last week. He followed up the announcement last Tuesday morning by talking about how natural the song came together with collaborator Travis Barker.

A tribute album in honor of the late Fountains of Wayne musician Adam Schlesinger is in the works, featuring Motion City Soundtrack, Nada Surf and more. All proceeds from Saving for a Custom Van will benefit coronavirus relief.

Last Wednesday, Neck Deep released their new song “Fall,” offering an inside look inside the album’s fictional world of Sonderland and its main characters Jett and Alice. The band debuted a music video shortly after its release.

The Maine revealed that they are currently recording their next album through a social media post. Additionally, the band recently held a raffle and raised over $15,000 in support of the Black Lives Matter movement.

The Pretty Reckless continued to build hype around their upcoming album’s release by dropping a lyric video for the song “Death by Rock and Roll.” At this time, no official release date has been set for their fourth studio album.

Last Thursday, Knuckle Puck released a music video for their new single “Breathe,” featuring Derek Sanders of Mayday Parade. The song is the third track to be released from their upcoming album 20/20.

New music from Forever the Sickest Kids could be on its way soon, previously sharing some content of them in the studio in April and May. The band also went live on Facebook in April.

As part of a new series titled “BMTHS2,” Bring Me the Horizon’s Jordan Fish and Oli Sykes are releasing videos of them recording music from their homes. Last Thursday, they shared another video showing Sykes recording screaming vocals.

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Following postponements in Japan, Oceania and Europe, My Chemical Romance rescheduled their U.S. tour dates, including stops at Riot Fest and Music Midtown, to 2021. The band released their statement on social media.

Riot Fest was postponed until 2021, announcing the new dates and first lineup announcement last Tuesday. This year’s Riot Fest was originally scheduled to take place on September 11th-13th, 2020.

In celebration of Everything in Transit’s 15-year anniversary, Andrew McMahon is performing the Jack’s Mannequin album in full via a drive-in concert series on July 10th and 11th. He also plans to feature songs from his other music projects.

Fall Out Boy joined Cisco Live! to perform a set of acoustic songs via livestream. The members began with the classic “Sugar, We’re Goin Down” off of From Under the Cork Tree, which just celebrated its 15-year anniversary in May.

OTHER NEWS:

Vans is joining forces with National Geographic to release a limited-edition nature-themed collection of shoes, clothes and accessories. The new collection celebrates the publication’s accomplishments over the years.

Black Veil Brides revealed the artwork for their upcoming re-recording of their debut album We Stitch These Wounds, which turns 10 in July. The band collabed with illustrator Luca Solo Macello to redesign the art.

The late Nirvana singer Kurt Cobain’s acoustic guitar was up for $250,000 at the time of auction, which began at noon EST last Friday on Julien’s Auctions. The guitar ultimately sold for $6 million, setting a new world record.

Twenty One Pilots have made new plans to release a fan-based never-ending music video for “Level of Concern.” Powered by the software Imposium, the video refreshes every 3 minutes and 40 seconds with new fan clips in real time.

Post Malone took to social media on Sunday to debut a new haircut revealing his latest ink, a large skeleton tattoo on his skull. He discussed his decision to get the tattoo on Instagram.

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Check in next Tuesday for more “Posi Talk with Sage Haley,” only at @sagehaleyofficial!

[tenderanarchist]

My big dream is to someday own and operate a combination tattoo parlor and print shop. In the back or upstairs there’s a printmaking studio and art space; artists and students in the community can use the space for their work if they don’t have access to a press. Downstairs one half of the space is the tattoo studio and the other is the print shop. Framed art prints of tattoo flash are for sale, you can buy the prints on tote bags and t shirts and bandanas or even bring in your own item to get printed with one of our designs for a fee. In the lounge area where you wait your turn for tattoo consultations there are cozy leather couches, smooth hardwood floors, and plenty of plants; a couple guitars decorate the walls and skulls and mounted insects add interest to shelves. There’s National Geographic and punk magazines piled on the center table, a zine rack with local artists’ activism and poetry for sale, and tip jars for various social causes: climate protest, feed the homeless, support indigenous land sovereignty. The bookshelf is a lending library and features poetry, nature guides, fictional narratives, books on art techniques and craftsmanship, mysteries, atlases, dictionaries in twelve different languages... you can leaf through a book while you wait, borrow for a week and return it, or swap it for your own donation- an ever-changing lending library. A coffee maker and boxes of tea sit on the counter. The cork board has local gigs, lgbt meetups, community events, coupons and gift certificates for local businesses, seed packets picked up from the farmer’s market and free for the taking. And it feels like home.

[peytonhudson]

Daddy || Peychuck

tagging: @thepuckrmn & @peytonhudson

time frame: valentines day night

location: puck’s tattoo shop

notes: puck is soft. 

puck

Puck managed to kick out all of his employees 15 mins before Peyton was supposed to show up. He felt bad lying to her, but it was for a good cause. Puck had told her that he was slammed at work but that she should swing by later to watch him work and get a drink after. What she didn’t know was that he had completely transformed the back room into their own private date night. Candles were scattered around the room, giving it a soft glow. Puck made sure to get all of her favorite food, including Devon-delivered cheese fries. He set the bottle of champagne in ice and did a final walk through of the room. Hearing the bell from the front door ring, he grabbed the bouquet of roses and stood up in front of the set up, blocking her view. “Hey babe,” he said with a smile. Handing her the roses, he stepped aside to reveal the decorated back room. “Surprise!”

peyton

Peyton had fallen in love with Puck knowing who he was. She was the cheesy one in their whatevership, and it really didn’t bother her that he wasn’t into Valentine’s Day. She just wanted to spend time with him — plus she’d blown up his phone all day with romantic puns so it wasn’t as though she didn’t get to be cheesy. Once Lexi was at her mom’s, Peyton picked up the large heart shaped chocolate box she had filled with miniature alcohol bottles instead of chocolate and made the now very familiar trip to Puck’s shop. Her smile brightened when she saw him standing in the middle of his empty shop with the roses in hand. “Hey baby,” she greeted him happily, moving up to him and pressing a quick loving kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute, and I-“ Peyton’s words drifted and her eyes widened as Puck moves to the side to show the transformed back room. “Oh my god,” She breathed out as she took a step forward to look at all the effort he had put in. “You are... something else, Puck Puckerman.”

puck

A big smile spread across his face as he watched her react to the set up. Feeling proud of himself, he stepped into the backroom. “I hope that’s a compliment,” he joked as he moved to the coffee table. Puck lifted the lids of the food containers. “Got your favorites. Cheese fries. Pizza. More cheese fries. And ma sent you brownies. Yes. You. Not me.” He grabbed the bottle of champagne and worked on opening it. “I just wanted to do something special for you.” Puck popped the champagne and watched the cork fly out into the empty studio. “I wanna spoil you. You deserve it,” he explained as he poured the champagne into two glasses. Sitting on the couch, he beckoned her to join him and handed her a glass. “A toast. I moved here thinking it was just going to be a a few years to build my brand and get out. I never thought I’d meet someone that was going to turn my life upside down. You had me hooked from the first time we sat on this couch together. I fucking hate this holiday….but I would literally do anything to make you happy.” Puck clinked his glass against hers and leaned in pressed a loving kiss to her lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.”

peyton

“Definitely a compliment,” Peyton replied with nod, grinning from ear to ear. She watched as Puck walked through the room, opening up all her favorite foods and popping the champagne. No one had ever done anything like this for her before. They hadn’t always had a smooth relationship, but he really was the best thing that’s happened to her since Lexi was born. The very best. “This is so much better than watching you work.” She commented, still slightly in awe of it all. Peyton placed the roses carefully on the coffee table before moving to sit down next to him, leaning in to kiss at his cheek softly. “I love this... and you, so much.” She took the glass from Puck and listened quietly to his toast. It was so hard to sit there and not tell him she had heard him the other night, it’s been hard all week, but if she didn’t already know he was in love with her, she’d be able to tell from this. She happily returned his kiss, cupping at his cheek gently, “Happy Valentines Day, handsome.”  Peyton looked down at box in her lap, and hands it to him. “Compared to what you’ve done, this is nothing. But... It’s Valentines Day.” She smiled and took a sip of champagne before placing it down on the coffee table and shifting to sit in Puck’s lap. “You have no idea how happy you make me, baby.” She muttered softly as her fingers raked through his hair. “Talking to you is honestly the best part of my day, and I can’t even imagine my life without you in it anymore. You’re perfect, and sexy, and you have the world’s biggest -  most badass -  heart. You pun with me, and listen to me ramble about nothing for hours, and find a way to make me laugh when I don’t even want to. I’m so insanely in love with you, Puck, and I’m so lucky to be lo-” Peyton cut herself off before she accidentally blurted out something that would kill the mood or cause him to run. “But there are cheese fries within arms reach and my heart is also very much in love with them.”

puck

Taking the box she handed him, he leaned back to give her room to get into his lap. He opened the box and smiled widely at the contents. “Oh fuck yeah. You know me so well. Are we gonna get drunk tonight and have sloppy sex? Say yes. Thank you, baby,” he said as he leaned in to kiss her. His eyes stayed locked on her as she spoke about what he meant to her. Puck had been completely emotionally closed off for the last 10 years, but this girl had broken through every single wall he had built around his heart. “I’m the lucky one,” he said as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’m going to fucking marry you, Peyton Hudson.” Pulling away, he reached over and grabbed the container and put it on their laps for easy access. Puck took a couple of fries and held them up to feed them to Peyton.

peyton

“Of course.” Peyton chuckled, smiling against his lips as they kissed. The more Puck told her he was going to marry her, the less it felt like a joke. And the more time she spent with him, the less she wanted it to be. She would marry him in a heart beat. It might not have made sense, but nothing about the way she felt about Puck — or even their relationship to some degree — really made sense. “And I cant wait to be Peyton Puckerman,” she murmured happily. Peyton shifted slightly on Puck’s lap to make room for the container of food, “You really do know the way to my heart.” Peyton joked as she took the fries offered, humming contently to herself. “Do you think if I didn’t accidentally text you, we’d still be here? I mean together... right now. Not here-here, like in Doveport or... alive. I’d really hope we’d both still be alive either way.”

puck

He popped a couple of fries into his own mouth and nodded in agreement. “Cheese fries are a fucking gift from God.” Puck rested his chin on her shoulder as he thought over her question. “I dunno. I mean we bumped into each other on the beach…exchanged phone numbers…ran into each other at like bars and stuff…I mean I always thought you were gorgeous. I was just preoccupied with being an whore and you seemed like the good girl type. But then you accidentally texted me. And you sent me that pun about wanting me inside of you and I realized you weren’t as much of good girl as I thought.” He lifted his head up to look at her properly. “I think you would’ve always been in my life in some sort of way…but I’m really fucking glad you texted the wrong person.” Puck shifted her in his lap to face him more. “You and Lexi really gonna move to LA with me?”

peyton

Peyton quietly continued to eat more cheese fries as she listened to him talk about what things could have been like. “Wait... You don’t think I’m a good girl?” She joked and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I didn’t think I’d ever be a girl who’d turn your head, honestly? I’m just me, and you’re... you. There’s a reason girls fall at your feet, babe. I mean, I’ll fight them now, but back then I didn’t feel like I stood a chance. So... I’m really happy you were my wrong number. And I love that you agreed to go with a possibly crazy person to a wedding of no one you knew... Our wedding will be better, don’t worry.” Peyton moved the container of food off her lap and onto the couch next to them, turning her attention to the hazel eyes of the man she had fallen for. “We are.” She replied simply. “You know I always wanted to move somewhere bigger for my career, now it’s just happening a little sooner? But I’m going to be wherever you are. And Lexi... She’s just part of the package deal. She loves you though, and would probably be more upset than me if you left without us. Unless... you were joking about us moving with you?”

puck

“You knocked me off my feet...I mean literally because I wasn’t paying attention and ran into you...but the thought still counts.” He smirked at her mention of their wedding and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Hawaii at sunset with an open bar and only cool people invited. Sounds like the dream.” A smile replaced his smirk as she spoke about moving to LA with him. Shaking his head at her question, he leaned in to kiss her quickly before responding. “Never was joking. Seeing you and talking to you has been the best part of my days since we started hanging out. I don’t wanna think about a world where you’re not close by. And Lexi too. I’d do anything for that little girl. Both of you.”

peyton

“You don’t have to think of that world.” Peyton replied with a warm smile. “Our world would be weird if you weren't in it. Plus there’s more for all of us in LA. Just don’t leave until I’ve graduated... Two and a half more months.” It was one thing to find someone who loved her, but it was another to find someone who cared about her daughter just as much. It was hard not to fall more in love with Puck when he talked about Lexi like this. Peyton leaned in to press a lingering kiss to his forehead before pulling away and reaching for the container of brownies on the table. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to share with you, but I can keep a secret if you can?” She smirked slightly, taking a bite and holding it out for Puck.

puck

“I can wait a few more months. You’re worth it,” he said simply with a smile. Puck couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment. “You can keep a secret? Uhhh are you sure about that, babe?” he said teasingly. Leaning in, he took a bite of the brownie in her hand. “Delicious.” Puck raised his head to capture her lips with his. “You taste better,” he muttered. Moving the container away from them, he shifted her in his lap so that she was straddling him. His hands ran over her back as he pulled her into a deep kiss. Puck preferred to explain how he was feeling through his actions rather than words.

peyton

“Hush, I could keep a secret.” Peyton joked, not even believing herself as she says it. Honestly, the only secrets she’s been able to keep are the ones that could hurt Puck. Everything else slowly eats away at her until it eventually blurts out at inappropriate moments. She leaned into his kiss, humming against Puck’s lips softly. “You taste like cheese fries and brownies. No wonder I’m so crazy about you.” Peyton lets Puck shift her to get closer to him, and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. When Puck kissed her like this the world always seemed to fade around her, his lips had a way of telling her how he was feeling even when he couldn’t. Eventually pulling away for breath she rested her forehead against his and brushed her thumb softly over the back of his neck.  “I wouldn’t change a thing,” She whispered into the small space between them, the words of his half-asleep confession still playing in her head. “I’ve never been this happy, Puck.”

puck

Puck stared up at her when she pulled away from him. A smile spread across his face as he listened to her speak about their whatever-ship. “I’m happy too,” he replied quietly. Puck dropped his head into the crook of her neck and squeezed her tightly, just wanting to hold her for a moment. He pressed a kiss to her neck before pulling away to look at her properly. “You know. After my dad leaving…and Quinn…and the baby…I dunno. I thought there was something wrong with me. Something about me that made it impossible for people to stick around or for people to love me. I accepted it. Closed myself off to emotions and was happy doing the casual thing for the rest of my life. Until I met you…you’re pretty fucking stubborn, babe.” Puck leaned up and kissed her lovingly. “But like stubborn in a good way. Because you took the time actually see me. Instead of just using my super sexy body for your pleasure.” He cupped her face in his hands and smiled up at her. “I can’t wait to fucking marry you, baby girl.”

peyton

Biting softly at her lip, Peyton fell quiet as she listened to him speak about how he felt. She knew it didn’t always come easily to him, but that was okay, Puck had a way of showing her how he was feeling. Her hand glided down his chest and rested over his heart. “Hawaii...” Peyton murmured with a bright smile before leaning in to press her lips against his tenderly. “For the record, baby... you are so easy to love,” she pulled back on his lap and shook her jacket off onto the couch next to them. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to get you to see yourself the way I see you. I promise. It’s probably going to drive you crazy,” Peyton chuckled. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she slipped it over her head and dropped next to her jacket. “I’m all yours...” She told him quietly, leaning in to bury her face in the crook of his neck and smirking against his skin. “Daddy”.

puck

He smiled at her words. “Hawaii,” he repeated. The idea of them getting married in Hawaii may have started as a joke, but the more time they spent together, the more real it became. Puck leaned back against the couch as he watched her take off her jacket. A smirk crept onto his lips as she pulled off her shirt as well. Not wanting her to feel alone, he took the chance to pull off his own shirt as well, tossing it to the side. It was all beginning to remind him of their first night together. His smirk grew wider when he heard her call him daddy. “Oh you fucking know how to get me going, baby,” he said as he tightly wrapped his arms around her. Puck just held her close for a moment, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Mine,” he muttered. His fingers tangled into her hair, pulling her head back so he could capture her lip with his in a heated kiss.

peyton

Peyton closed her eyes against him for a moment, happy to just enjoy the feeling of his body close to her. When it came to Puck she could contently do this all night. He made her feel safe, and loved all without having to say a word. “Yours,” she smirked, biting into his neck gently. Her hands cupped his face, instinctively deepening the kiss between them. A lot of things were the same as the first night they spent together. It was still easy, and it still caused her skin to electrify. But the way they kissed had changed, and the way she felt about him had definitely changed. Peyton pulled away from his lips, close enough to still feel his breath on hers. “Best valentine ever,” she muttered with a smile. 

And then they fucked a lot. K bye.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

~Who Names The Colors~

Chapter 5- L’atelier Rouge

So this chapter poured out after in saw that image-the red one- of a harry look alike with his face between a ladies thighs and her hand in his hair….I reblogged it earlier-I’m sure I’ll reblog it tonight, and many more times in the future. Because I think about it alllll the time!!! 

It’s Inspiring!

As are @bleedinglove4h, @nocontrolforlouis, and @dirtystyles, MUAH!!

Oct 2014

Jo could see it so clearly, the red of the walls already cast a hue onto the occupants, whether the source of light was the window or the dingy hanging bulb over head. Harry would like red too.

She was red. That was for sure. If she had a palette and brush in her hand she would be mixing a little brown into her crimson to dull the orange and bring the color's brightness down to the hue of her desire. She imagined it would be deep and saturated, like Bordeaux or Syrah. She liked to drink Syrah when she was painting through upset. So maybe Boudreaux if she was painting out desire. Jo liked to have her wine accompany her mood. Like white with fish and red with steak.

He looked like a three course meal in front of her.

In her mind's eye it wasn't unrequited or unmet, the desire that pulsed up and through when he answered the door to his apartment in his current state. She was often on a low simmer for him, had been since his metamorphosis. It's power today though was shocking, like someone knocking you on the chin, but with brass knuckles. Jo's head is reeling and whirring from the blow. Her imagination is fired. And in her head Harry feels it too. Feels her and her ache and her thrust. So, there would be no preamble, which would never happen, clearly. Men wanted their tit and a blow job usually before they went for that tat. But in her fantastical reimagining of her first time in Harry's home studio, there was no tit. He just pulled her down to the flat table, shoved supplies to the side, pushed the flowy fabric of her long skirt up to her waist and grinned at her lack of underwear. She didn't wear them as a rule, but how would he know that? It would give him immediate access and his long stare would make her the opposite of self conscious, because he poured over her form the way he did the Van Gogh at the museum last week.

In the museum, he'd been entranced by the thickness of the brush strokes. "They are so full of emotion! I can feel this!" He'd been the most excited student there with her and she once again saw those flames around his head, his spark. Jo knew then that she needed to see his current art. He had been a bit of a prodigy as a teenager, but he told her that first day in her office that he had been painting voraciously ever since then. And all the sparks and ignition of ideas she could see coming out of his ears made her excited. As much as the trip to London was gassing up his artistic engine, she knew a trip to his studio would fill up her tank too.

She was wet, had been from anticipation before getting here and stayed that way when he answered the door in a pair of threadbare gray jeans and a half buttoned plaid. He'd pushed his hair back with a hand and Jo thrilled at all the tattoos on the underside of his arm where his sleeve was rolled. Jo had to stop herself from reaching forward and keeping his elbow pointing up so she could look at them all. For a boy obsessed with color, she wanted to ask why only one or two tattoos had pigment at all.

She kept her hands to herself, a little confused by the urges she felt, like seeing Zoe reach for a flame at her first bonfire or Ethan weep for the girl least interested. But seeing the art on his body was exciting and she hadn't even seen any of his creations yet. Jo couldn't imagine how she'd put a cork back in now that she has seen him in his place of revelation. Not that there was an adequate seal on her simmering need since he'd walked out of his cocoon into her house what was now years ago.

He's called her to come over, they had spoken in her office recently and arranged for a time for her to see his studio. But two days later and two before the appointed time, her phone had rung with a frantic, rambling H on the other line.

His mood was contagious, and her body had translated it into a different energy.

Harry pushed the door closed behind her and began talking really fast. Especially for him. He usually had a slow cadence to his words and he carefully placed each, like his thoughts were a puzzle and he had to find where the edges matched. It made you listen, and emphasized the low thick sounds he made.

There was none of that now, he was in a fit of inspiration, and its fire matched the one Zoe had last night when Jo had sliced her cheese instead of giving her the whole block to chew on.

"Jo, I mean Professor Smith," that makes her a little slicker, too. Her own name on his tongue and her title was even more titillating. His excitement was palpable, pulmonary, beating out of him and into her. His excitement was not carnal at all, but artistic, but Jo's was definitely centered in her core, not in her imagination. Though that is firing too. And her twin drives have melded like an alloy for her in his presence, art and act merged in his red painted forge.

She was thinking she couldn't meet him here again when she realized he was still talking.

"I found her last night. Haven't slept I've been so busy defining her edges. That's why I had to call you, though I'm not exactly ready I couldn't wait.. Sorry 'bout that, not being ready, studio is a mess," and he led her into what she assumed was meant to be a second bedroom with bright red walls. It was covered in canvases, some blank, but mostly covered in oils and acrylics, stacked around and against most of the walls, three and four deep. The piece he immediately went to was giant, which was why she had to come to his apartment to see it, he couldn't bring it to her. It was a blended landscape of golden hills. Jo actually kind of recognized the geographical forms, but the colors were wildly washed out for verdant England. "But, I've always done landscapes, think you may remember that, it's what I started with. I've tried before, to draw people - my mum and Gem, even Ethan once. I almost had Zoe, but she just turned into a wave, think she was gonna be a mermaid anyway, though those are vaguely humanoid in shape." He shrugged and kept walking to the far right quadrant of the painting. He was still excitedly talking and picked up a pencil, went right back into what she imagined he had been doing when she knocked.

Jo scanned him, his bare feet with a smudge of charcoal on the right heel and a bit of red pigment on his big left toe were sensual and lurid to her. His black encased legs were sexy even at the ankles and his thighs, when her tracing gaze reached them, reminded her of one of Michelangelo's subjects, thick and with obvious definition even through the denim. His shirt covered his ass, thankfully -she wasn't sure she could take that - and was loose over his abdomen and he was faced away so she couldn't see the bare skin. Only the tattoos on his nearly sleeved left arm and it's almost bare twin were exposed. But the pull of the fabric across his broad upper back made her think of a tree. Sprawling and wide, full of life giving strength. Self sustaining and capable of holding weight.

Could he hold her weight? If Jo pressed herself to him, literally came onto him. Would he heft her up onto his hips and take her down before he took her. She couldn't even listen to him talk, heard the dull roar of her own blood rushing to needy areas instead of his voice. Unless she concentrated on his low down rumble.

And when she did.

Well, Jo wanted to spread herself on the low table, offer herself as a meal to him there. She imagined the light in the red room as that deep wine red again and him leaving her shirt on, not bothering to strip her bare up top at all. Hungry for the pulsing center of life on her own body. Her cunt may not carry out photosynthesis, but it certainly had made and brought forth existence. Worthy of a feast, and to be feasted on. 

Jo imagined the open purse of his mouth around her. Her thighs formed a cradle for his head. The urge to rock took her and she squirmed on the couch while he sketched for a minute. She should have been looking around his studio, but she could only watch him work and imagine him at other work. A man's work. The curls of his head, especially the ringlet on the left side and the swoop over his forehead, made her want to pull them up to run her fingers through while she moaned and moaned. Or the bun, god she wanted to used the bun as a handle. The first time he had walked into class with it she had tilted her head like a curious dog. She wasn't sure she liked it. Now she was. She wanted to grip it, and moan. She wanted to say his name.

"Har, Har-ry?" God, the ache and catch in the syllable break, it sounded like driving down a rutted road to a home you never thought you'd be allowed go back to. He must've heard it. Because he stopped sketching and his back stiffened. She watched his chest pick up in pace and he put down the pencil, she couldn't see what his hand did after that, but it was something hidden near his midsection and she heard him suck in a breath before he let his head fall for just a second. Then he squared up, like a fighter entering the final round. He turned to her. And the look on his face? The look there was an open valley after a long climb.

His eyes, what color were his eyes?

Jo got up abruptly.

Her intention was twofold. The one set by her fantasy about red light specials on tables was to get close enough to determine the exact color of his eyes,  the texture of his hair, and the taste of his lips, was what she desperately wanted.

But a need had asserted itself. And she couldn't push him against the wall and wrap a leg around his strong thigh or slim waist. She wouldn't. She could obey the need though. So Jo gestured to his supplies and he nodded at her, confused. She started mixing on a palette and set herself an easel adjacent to his elbow, with enough space for comfort. Once she had the green and blues to choose from she turned to him and gestured at his work.

"Do you see her too, Jo?" His voice sounded like an old engine starting cold and she dreamed of pressing him against the canvas in front of them, her front to his back, and she took his hand and put his pencil back to the top of her head. Tracing over the anterior of her body. Whoever she was, that was what she wanted to do.

She saw her, Jo definitely saw her.

She wanted to trace her with him and then let Harry trace her. If he wanted of course. God, she'd never wanted an attraction to be two sided and unrequited at the same time. If he was just a daydream, someone who she wanted and didn't see her, it would be loads easier. If he felt it, the pulsing blood beneath her skin, and in her fluids, then it was worse. If it beat beneath his breastbone to the same rhythm, it would be so much harder. Because they could not, would not. They could not fuck on a plane, or on a train, or against the art frame.

So she painted

Jo had painted before in this mood, but it's oncoming had taken her unawares. It's connection to this place, Harry's studio, was revelatory to her, a ripping open of all seven of her seals.

It could not just be the place, it had to be the company. But, if she couldn't act on it, mark him with her passion and splash him with all the colors in her head, she would paint it on a canvas. Just like she had when she was sixteen and felt like a burden to her mother and an accessory to her father. Thank god Jo was pretty, or they both may have had even less use for her.

She had painted through her first love. As unsuitable as they come, co-dependent and a gaslighting nightmare. But he wanted her and she wanted that.

So Jo made art and they made Ethan.

She painted through the decision to leave him. Charlie may have wanted her in a way even her parents didn't, but the baby, it needed her. And Charlie was not in a place to be a dad. She painted the heartbreak and hope.

Then Jo did not paint for ages. Because she created other things, a life inside her and a home for her and Ethan and a career to clothe and feed him.

Jo went back to painting her feelings when he got too old to need her relentlessly. She painted the pain of his burgeoning independence. The pride too.

That was when she taught Harry to paint.

Then Jo went through another fallow period while she created Zoe.

But she had picked up her brush again, painted out her feelings when she realized she once again lost the man but kept the baby.

Jo had sat up many nights wondering if her picker was broken. She could see the downfall of her first relationship clearly. It was doomed from the start because it was a product of her home life, which she had done her best to work through in therapy later. Charlie loved her, but only if she could love him above all else, and let him be the same. He required co-dependence and she already felt stifled. Jo was growing out of him. He started to become very controlling before she got pregnant, as her world got bigger at university and his got smaller at the auto shop. She'dended it when she had a squirming reason to.

There had been nobody significant while Ethan was growing. She didn't have time for it. She had a university friend that she met for the occasional interlude when she needed it. Jo went out on random set ups and finally resorted to tinder when Ethan was a teenager, just to scratch her itches. They were usually infrequent and mostly controllable, but sex was an appetite like any other and healthy. So when she had to, she had it, responsibly, like a drink on a Friday night.

It was never an undeniable need like they talked about in books. Definitely not with Colin, though she thought they did well enough in the bedroom. That relationship didn't even require her therapist to figure out. He was older than her and had never had to share his life or the spotlight. If marriage was a partnership, he only wanted a junior to his senior. But he had looked so good on paper and, if she was honest, Jo was desperate for another baby before her time ran out. They had hit fast forward and because Colin was desperate for an approximation of normal, the full package, pretty educated wife, little baby, he would deal with the stepson.

He'd hid that bit, his indifference to Ethan, until he lived with them. That was the beginning of the end. When Jo made it clear she was also an adult who was capable of running their life, had run her own and molded her son's, so she got a say, thank you very much, that was another nail into the coffin. The box was sealed up tight when his only interest in the forthcoming Zoe was getting it her on Jo and having sonograms to share, though he never witnessed one.

A show, Colin wanted a show.

So that was Jo's second strike. She was determined that her next step up to the plate was going to be a home run.

Which was why, no matter how much every fiber of her being was telling her to push Harry up against the red walls of his studio and paint them black and blue and every hue of pink, she was not going to.

There was no way that choosing him was the right choice. He was wrong on paper, and she was wrong for him and he needed to find a different woman, search for her and draw her out like the one in his painting. Anybody would be more suitable for him that his best mate's mum, who was twice his age, had a young child, and was his professor and senior adviser to boot. No matter how red the pulse of her feelings were, she knew they were wrong.

Her strokes over the middle of the canvas were rough, thick, and wide. Jo felt like she might as well be finger painting with all the finesse she seemed to be able to show. She didn't even like color blocking, didn't understand the fuss about Rothko. And even with the wide swath of green on top and blue below, the mix between was still the wrong color.

Abstraction wasn't her strong suit, unless they were figures. Jo sat back to frown at her painting.

Harry seemed to sense her movement and paused too. "That's a lovely color there, Professor Smith." It seemed odd to be formal now that she had sat with him painting for over an hour and daydreamed about him giving her orgasms on his table. Thank God he couldn't read her mind or feel her moods! "What do you call it?"

"Silt." Jo said, "but it's not right. The shade is....." She peered closer. "Too blue?"

"What exactly are you trying to paint?" Harry asked. And looked back to his own work with a smug smile before going to get black to make his woman permanent. He knew what he was trying to paint.

"I dunno. Not sure what I'm going for. Just know this isn't right."

Another hour of creative silence later, Jo looked up at Harry's work and sighed happily. He was so good.

"Your woman is lovely Harry! I can definitely see her." He looked back at her comment and held her gaze.

"Me too."

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Three

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry. (Fluff and slight smut? If you squint? )

Part One Part Two

You woke up at eight-thirty so you could shower and get yourself ready for the day. You blow dried your hair and threw some curls in at the ends. You put on some light makeup, and then rummaged through your closest for something cute, but casual to wear for brunch. You decide on a pair of light, high wasted jeans and a black shirt to tuck into them. You grab your white toms and slip them on. Five after ten Harry texts you letting you know he’s downstairs.

He’s standing outside his car. He has a beanie on over his gorgeous hair, a few curls peeking through. Today he has a white t-shirt on with dark blue jeans. He looked heavenly. You could see more of his tattoos peeking through the white fabric. In the light of day you could tell he really did have a lot. Eagerly, you wrap your arms around his neck to give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a squeeze before letting you go.

“G’morning.” He smiles.

“Morning.” He opens the door for you, closes it, and gets in himself. “So, where are we going for brunch?”

“It’s called Rick’s, it’s really good. I like it because it actually has things I can eat.” He laughs. He starts driving towards the restaurant.

“What can a vegan eat for breakfast? I still eat eggs and stuff.”

“Typically, I’ll go for some fruit, potatoes, maybe even a slice of toast. I also eat beans.”

“That sounds good.”

“On any given day though I usually just make a smoothie.”

“I usually do a smoothie too.”

You pull up to the restaurant. He opens your door for you. He’s such a gentleman. When you enter he takes his beanie off and shakes his hair out. Respectful of the establishment too. It’s a seat yourself kind of place, so you find a booth in the back, and sit down.

A waiter comes over and pours you both some coffee and water, and tells you he’ll be back. You both look over the menu. You agree to split a bowl of fruit. You opt for some oatmeal. You don’t like how greasy omelets tend to be at place likes this. Harry orders beans on gluten-free toast. Your food is brought out pretty quickly. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you took your first bite of oatmeal.

“Mm, this is perfectly made.”

“Oh good, I’m glad.” He smiles taking a spoon full beans. “So…”

“So?”

“After this I’ll take you to get your car. I’m sure you have things you need to do today, but I was wondering if you had plans tonight?”

“Just had a date with my TV, but I can cancel.” You laugh. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my place. I’d like to cook for you.” Your jaw nearly drops.

“You cook?”

“Sure do. I worked in a bakery as a teenager back in the U.K.”

“Oh, cool. I’d love to do that. Can I bring anything?”

“Just yourself.” He winks.

“No really, I hate showing up empty handed.”

“How about you bring a dessert?”

“What can a vegan eat for dessert?”

“Dark chocolate, fruit?”

“I’ll think of something.”

“Perfect.”

You both continue to eat. He puts his beanie back on when you get outside. He drives you to your car at Pinz. He gets out to let you out.

“You don’t have to keep doing that.” You say, taking his hand to help you out.

“Sure I do, how would I get a proper hug goodbye in?” He says with a smirk on his face. He wraps his arms around you, and you reciprocate.

“Thank you again for breakfast.” You say into his ear, and give him a nice kiss on the cheek.

“You’re more than welcome.” He says looking at you. His lips press to yours, and you happily kiss him back. This time he breaks the kiss first. “Right, well we could be like this all day, so, um, I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yup, what time?” You ask getting into your car.

“Seven?”

“Works for me.”

You stop by the store on your way home. You grab some melting chocolate and some strawberries. When you get home you melt the chocolate and dip the strawberries in it, and pop them in the freezer. You also grabbed some red wine that would taste good with such a dessert. You take the remainder of the day to tidy up, work on some emails, and catch up on a TV show you were desperate to watch on Netflix.

Around five-thirty, you go into your room to look for something to wear. You wanted to look nice, so you decide on a dress. You pull out your navy blue dress that had the buttons down the front. The straps were thick, and it flowed around you down to the midpoint of your thighs. You put on a jean jacket, and slipped your white toms on. Harry texted you his address, and out the door you went with your dessert and wine.

You got to his place promptly at seven. He buzzed you in, and up you went. The door was opened a crack for you. You walked in and closed it behind you.

“Harry?”

“Over here, love.”

He had his back turned to you, as he was just straining some pasta in the sink. He had an apron tied around his waist. He had put a long sleeve button down shirt on, it was blue, not navy though, baby blue. He changed into an unripped pair of black jeans. When he turns around to look at you he rushes over to kiss you on the cheek and take the items out of your full arms.

“That can go in the freezer.” You say pointing to the strawberries. You take your jacket off, and scan his studio apartment.

He had it set up perfectly. The bed was at one end, up against the wall, but still room for someone to walk on both sides of it. In front of the bed was a couch, and in front of that was a coffee table, and a TV mounted to the wall. He had a bureau adjacent to the bed. There was a full bath down a hall way. Opposite the bedroom/living area was a pretty decent sized kitchen. He had a small cart that he used as an island. There was a table that fit four chairs around it. He had camera bags and a giant iMac and desk in the corner next to his bed. He clearly worked at home quite a bit.

“Harry, your place is lovely.” You say walking over to him.

“Thank you. You look beautiful by the way.” You kiss him on the cheek.

“So, what’s for dinner?”

“I made black bean pasta, and roasted some vegetables. I’m just making up the plates now.”

“It smells delicious.”

“Please, have a seat. I can open this wine up.”

“The wine will taste better with dessert.” You say sitting down at the table. He had lit two candles and you feel yourself melt a little. He’s romantic.

“Alright, I have some other wine that will go with this particular dish anyways.”

He brings a plate over to you. You notice he had drizzled some olive oil on top. It looked like something someone could get at a restaurant. He sits down adjacent to you, instead of across, much more intimate.

“This looks amazing, Harry, thank you.”

“Of course, I was happy to do it.” He takes out his phone, and you see him go into the Spotify app. He puts on some light music. You smile at him as you take a bite. You can’t help but moan at how delicious the food it.

“This is delicious!”

“I’m so glad you like it. Sometimes that pasta can be bland.” You love the way he says pasta. It sounds so different from the way you say it.

“S’not bland at all. Lots of flavor. And I love what you put on these veggies. Is that paprika?”

“Yes, and a little chili powder. I didn’t want to use too much because I didn’t know if you liked hot food.”

“Love it, I love spicy food. Hot wings used to be my favorite thing when I used to eat meat. Now I do buffalo cauliflower.”

“You make it yourself?”

“Yup.”

“I’d love to try that sometime.”

“Maybe next weekend I could make it for you.”

“You’d make me wait an entire week?” He asks playfully, shoveling some food into his mouth.

“Wednesday is usually my rest day from the gym, if that works for you.”

“Wednesday it is.” He smiles.

You couldn’t believe how often he already wanted to see you. Your second and third date, now technically fourth, were back to back. It was nice to feel wanted for a change. After you two finish eating, Harry insisted he didn’t want you to help clean up, but you insisted you did because he cooked. You decided on you wash, him dry.

“Care to have dessert over by the sofa?”

“Sure.”

You pad over to the couch, and sit down, crossing your legs at the ankle. You hear Harry pop the cork to the wine you brought. You watch as he takes the chocolate covered strawberries, and puts them on a serving plate. He brings two glasses, the wine, and the dessert over. He pours you each a glass of wine.

“Did you make these?” He asks, pointing to the strawberries.

“Sure did.” You take a sip of the sweet wine. “Here.” You pick one up and hold it in front of his mouth. You expect him to take it from you, but instead he just takes a bite. You feel goosebumps raise on your body. He licks his lips after and takes a sip of the wine.

“You were right, this wine is perfect for dessert. That’s a juicy strawberry.” He picks one up and smiles at you, gesturing for you to do the same as him. You nervously lean forward and take a small bite. The chocolate shell cracks off, and falls onto your dress.

“Oh, shit.” You pick it off and place it onto the napkins on the coffee table. “I guess I could’ve done that more gracefully.” You laugh.

“It’s easier if you bite up here.” He shows you where, eating the rest of the strawberry you just bit into. “Here, try again.” He holds up another for you, and you bite where he showed you, this time not making a mess. “Perfectly executed.” You both laugh.

You guzzle down two glasses of wine like it’s nothing. He does the same, but seems less intoxicated than you. The majority of the strawberries have been eaten. You can’t help but stare at the tattoo on his wrist. It’s an anchor, you reach of his hand and trace over it with your index finger.

“Can I look at the others? The ones on your arms?”

“Sure.” He shrugs his shoulders, stands up, and unbuttons his shirt. He reveals a white t-shirt, and places his button down on the bed. He sits back down and lets you examine him. “Some of them have meaning, and others were just for fun. Do you have any?”

“Oh, god no. Something Niall and I have in common, we’re afraid of needles.” You laugh.

“But your belly button is pierced.” He says raising an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks flush. “Sorry, I noticed it last night while we were playing one of the games.” He smiles nervously.

“It’s alright. Sometimes I forget it’s even there. I got it my first year at college. I got drunk with my friends, and I felt like rebelling against my parents, so I got the one piercing my mom told me I couldn’t have.”

“You’d think she would have told you not to get your nipples done or something.” He takes a sip of wine. Your eyes grow wide. “Sorry, does the word nipple bother you?” You feel your cheeks grow hot.

“Um, no. I just…” You look down at yourself. His eyes grow wide and his mouth falls open.

“Wait a second, so you won’t get a tattoo, but you’re telling me that not only do you have your naval pierced, but your nipples as well?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I need to hear this story.”

“It was my junior year of college, and all of my friends and I got them done together. I was afraid, I knew it would hurt way more than this.” You point to your stomach. “So we did a bunch of shots and went down to the parlor. The second one hurt worse since I knew what to expect after the first one.”

“Why was that something your friends all wanted to do?”

“Because not everyone was willing to get a tattoo. I think it was the permanence. Piercings can always be taken out. It was sort of childish. I couldn’t wear a bra for over a week, which is not easy to do when you’re, well, chesty, and they burned so bad. They weren’t infected or anything, it was just like this weird sting. Eventually I got used to it, and now I barely remember they’re there.” You laugh, pouring yourself a third glass of wine. You figure you can always uber home if you need to. You top off Harry’s glass. “Don’t tell Niall though, he only knows about the naval.”

“I promise you, I will not mention your nipples to him.” You both laugh. He scoots a little closer to you. “Anything else on your body you’d like to tell me about?”

“Nope, I think that’s it.”

You’re feeling bold, and want him even closer to you. You put your hand on his forearm and rub it lightly back and forth. He takes his other hand and tucks some hair behind your hair.

“Come here.” He says, gesturing to have you scoot closer. He puts his hand on your lower back, and you press your hands to chest. Similar to how you were last night at your place.

He leans in, brushing his nose with yours. You kiss him first, and he pulls you in closer. He leans back against the arm of the couch, and your crawl into his lap, putting your legs on either side of him. You finally part your lips for him. He’s slow at first, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. You let out a small moan at the motion. His tongue enters your mouth, and you lightly suck on it, causing him to moan into you. You feel him twitch beneath you. You’re practically hovering over him, but you still feel him shift. His hands move up your back, and pull you closer to his chest. Your hands go straight for his hair as he begins to plaster kisses to your jaw, and then to just under your earlobe. He nips and sucks at the skin.

“Oh, Jesus.” You whisper.

“Wrong name, love.” He says into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

You moan and press your hips down on to him. Not exactly grinding, but there’s no space between you anymore. Your hands tug at his hair as he bites down on the crook up your neck. It was sure to leave a bruise, but right now you didn’t care. Nothing some makeup up and a high enough shirt couldn’t cover up. He lifts his hips to press into you, and you roll on top of him. The vibration of his moan against your neck runs through your whole body. It makes your mind wander to where else his hot breath, nipping, and sucking would feel good. Your eyes burst open. You can’t think like that, not yet.

“Harry.” It comes out as a whimper, so keeps sucking on your neck, getting a good taste of you. You push back on his chest and grab his face in your hands. His pupils are fully blown, you imagine yours are as well. “I like what we’re doing, but our clothes have to stay on, all of them, okay?”

“Of course. Taking your dress off never even crossed my mind.” He smirks at you.

“Sure it didn’t.” You roll your eyes.

“In all seriousness, I want you to feel comfortable, so if I overstep, please don’t be afraid to tell me, okay? We can stop altogether now if you want.”

“I definitely don’t want that.” You kiss him quick. “I’m just not ready to, um…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” He smiles. “I’m happy to just make out.”

Your shoulders lower in relief. You kiss him again, this time sticking your tongue in his mouth. They mold together perfectly. You can taste the chocolate and the wine, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t delectable. You could really smell his cologne too, it was intoxicating. You just wanted to berry your face in him. One of his hands slides down to the top of your ass, and gives it gentle squeeze. You lift up a little so he can get a better grip on you. He puts his other hand on your cheek, and laces his fingers in your hair. You moan into his mouth as he starts to suck on your tongue.

You desperately wish you could squeeze your legs together to relieve the pressure that’s been building. You’re certain your panties are soaked at this point. He’s so hard for you, and you want to grind against him to help him relieve his pressure, but you don’t. You know if you start this, you’ll need to finish it. He took a break from your mouth and kissed down to the top of your chest. You knew your skin had to be pink from the alcohol alone. You move to kiss down his neck. You wanted to nip and suck on him the way he did you.

“Oh, fuck.” He says breathless the minute your teeth pinch down on him. He pulls you as close as he possibly can to him. Desperate to feel your breasts against his chest. You start to roll your hips on him, moving back and forth. Your body needs the friction. He grabs your waist to halt your motions. You stop to look at him. His chest is heaving. “If you keep doing this, I’m going to come in my trousers, and I’d rather not make things awkward between us.” He gives you a half smile. You start giggling and rest your forehead on his shoulder. He giggles along with you.

“Guess we should probably cool it for the night then, yeah?”

“I guess that would be the smart choice. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but this couch has a pull out if you’d like to stay. I don’t want to send you in an uber home alone at this time of night, and I’m in no condition to drive.” What time is it anyways?

“That’s awfully sweet, but I’d rather go home. I don’t have a toothbrush or anything here.” You smile. “I know who I can call.”

You get off of Harry, careful not ogle at the strain in his pants. You find your phone and call Niall.

“He said he can be here in about fifteen minutes.”

“Sounds good.”

You help Harry clean up the dessert and wine glasses. He gives you some water, and you guzzle it down. You two start to kiss again, slowly but with need, when you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

“That’ll be him.” Harry says. “Use your key, mate!” Niall keys in. You think it’s cute he has a key to his friend’s apartment. Even Niall doesn’t have a key to your place.

“Oi, lad, what did ya do to my friend? Get her so drunk she couldn’t get home?”

“Everything I did was from my own doing.” You slur, putting your jacket on. “Um, I guess I’ll have to come by tomorrow to get my car. I can just uber for that.”

“I can bring ya by here, (y/n).” Niall says. “Harry and I have plans tomorrow anyways.”

“Perfect.” You and Harry smile at each other. He puts his hands in his pockets and gives Niall a look.

“I’ll go wait in the hall so you two can say g’night.”

You pad over to Harry and give me a deep kiss. Something for him to think about. He gives you a light tap on your bottom.

“I had a great time tonight, thank you for dinner.”

“Thank you for the amazing dessert.” He bites his bottom lip. “Good night.”

“Night.” You blow a kiss at him as you leave.

Thank god Niall was home, and sober. There’s no way you would’ve been able to get home tonight.

“So, I take it you had a nice night?” He asks, as he peels out of the parking lot.

“Mhm, he’s the best.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For sticking to your not moving too fast thing. Not many women can resist Harry.”

“Trust me, it’s not easy. I gladly would’ve fucked him tonight, but I know it would’ve been too soon.”

“You can do other stuff y’know? He’s a giver, you wouldn’t even have to actually have sex with him.”

“What do you mean he’s a giver?”

Niall holds a hand up and separates two fingers under his chin and makes a licking motion. You scoff and nudge his arm.

“You’re fowl.”

“I’m telling you. I’m sure some heavy petting would be okay to start. You don’t need to hop right on his dick. But you also don’t need to punish yourself.”

“That’s true, and I know I don’t. We’re seeing each other again Wednesday. I’ll see how I feel then.”

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