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“Oh I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you worse than this, my love. Remember your last birthday before you got pregnant with the little miss? At one point, I had to make sure you were still alive.”

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Anything for You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, alluding to smexy time but PG-13, pure fun, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, drinking

Word Count: 4.4K-ish

Summary: It’s your birthday and you told Billy you wanted to have a little fun doing something very nostalgic plus tacos and tequila

A/N: Part of The Sweetest Pain Series. Based on the above ask. Excerpt was from Son of the Sea. This one was a lot of fun to write, I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Green soap.

It was probably one of your favorite scents and there was always a hint of it on your husband’s clothes when he came home from his studio. But now, sitting in his tattoo chair, that strong aroma surrounded you while Billy, as gently as he could, slowly dragged the single needle across the skin on your arm.

He was outlining one of the snakes on your Medusa tattoo. You winced a little when the needle scratched the sensitive skin on the inside of your arm toward the pit, just below your shoulder. A devilish smile stretched across Billy’s face. You knew he not-so-secretly enjoyed it, making you clench your fist or when you bite down on your lower lip to deal with the pain from the long drags of the liner needle across your skin.

“That one tickled a little bit, huh baby.” He said with a sly smirk on his face.

Biting back a smile of your own, you replied, “I know you’re enjoying this Billy Russo.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you continued, “I know you just loooooove tattooing those sensitive spots to watch people’s faces, especially mine. And your smile gets even wider when it’s time for the white ink.”

Billy knew what you said was true. His eyes lit up with pure joy when it was time to put the white ink in. It always seemed to hurt more than any other color and since most of your tattoos were black and gray, there was a LOT of white ink in them.

The buzzing of Billy’s tattoo pen stopped and he paused to look up at you. He flashed that million-dollar smile which he knew full well what it did to you.

He gently brushed his gloved finger along your arm and softly said, “I know you can take it, sweet girl.”

He winked at you.

Heat rose to your cheeks and you started to blush. Billy always knew just what to say to make you turn every shade of red there was but you knew how to make him blush too.

“Are we still talking about the white ink, baby?” You asked, with a slight smirk.

Billy turned away from you briefly. You knew he was blushing which made you chuckle.

Ed #1 interrupted the two of you. “Uh, you guys know there are other people in the room too, right?”

“You say somethin’, Ed?” Billy asked sarcastically.

A loud laugh escaped your lips before you leaned into Billy and whispered in his ear, “Can we stop for a minute, handsome? I gotta pee.”

With a slight smile, he nodded, set his tattoo pen down, and took his gloves off. With the fan on in the bathroom, it was difficult to hear what they were all talking about out there but they were all smiles when you walked out.

“What are y’all smiling at?” You asked with narrowed eyes.

Billy replied, “We were just talking about your birthday.”

“My birthday? It’s not for three more weeks.” You said.

With a warm smile, Billy said, “The Ed’s just wanted to know what we were doin’ for your birthday. I told them you hadn’t decided what you wanted to do yet.”

A wide smile stretched across your lips as you walked back over to Billy’s tattoo chair.

“Ahhhhhh ok, well when I do figure out what I wanna do, you guys will be the first ones to know.” You said.

Billy had been asking you what you wanted to do for your birthday for the past month or so. He was a planner and he said he just wanted to make sure that he had enough time to take care of everything.

You did have one idea in mind, you just hadn’t mentioned it to him yet.

**********

Later on that night, you rolled over in bed hoping to be warmed up by Billy’s body heat but his side of the bed was empty. You didn’t need to look very far to find him though. Over in the next room was where Billy went when he couldn’t sleep. He painted or worked on his drawings until the early morning hours, sometimes even until the sun began to warm the sky.

You threw on his sweatshirt and tiptoed toward the next room.

“You know you can’t sneak up on me, sweet girl.” Said Billy.

Even though you could only see the back of his head, you could tell he was smiling. The commissioned painting he was working on had been keeping him awake for the past few weeks. The perfectionist in him always wanted to make sure that everything was just so; clients paid a lot of money for commissioned paintings so Billy made sure to give them exactly what they wanted.

“Oh I know, my love. I just love to watch you work, that’s all.” You replied, leaning against the doorframe and biting down on your lower lip.

His long skilled fingers held the brush firmly as it moved smoothly against the canvas. Billy had endless talent that begged to be seen and a talent that, hopefully one day, would be passed down to your children and that thought brought a smile to your face.

Billy put his paintbrush down and turned to face you, he gazed at you with his endless brown eyes and flashed his perfect smile at you which still gave you butterflies. He looked tired and there were faint purple shadows underneath his eyes. Billy didn’t sleep much and you desperately wanted to protect him from his nightmares but you couldn’t.

Those nightmares were one of the reasons he didn’t sleep very well and why he got up in the middle of the night to paint. The only thing you could do was to be there for him if he wanted to talk about it which wasn’t very often but he was getting better about it; you were his wife and there wasn’t anyone he trusted with his feelings more than you.

“You look sexy while you paint.” You said, shyly.

Billy snaked his long arms around your waist and gently touched his forehead to yours.

“Well I think you look sexy when you do anything, baby.” He said, glancing at you from head to toe.

“You’re delirious, Billy. You need some sleep.” You replied.

You had grabbed his hoodie on your way out of the bedroom to cover yourself. All you had on was a pair of very short shorts and a tank top, his hoodie covered your legs to about mid-thigh so it looked like you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

The sweatshirt hem slipped in between Billy’s fingers as he slowly lifted the sweatshirt away from your legs.

“Are you wearin’ anything underneath this, beautiful?” He asked as a devilish smile played across his lips.

Playfully slapping him on the shoulder, you replied, “Yes, I have shorts on, Billy. You know that.”

“That’s too bad. You always look perfect wearin’ my hoodie and nothin’ else.” He said with a wink.

Billy leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, gently at first but as you melted into his kiss, he parted your lips with his tongue so it could tangle and knot with yours. After unzipping the sweatshirt, his long agile fingers brushed the soft skin of your stomach.

Goosebumps peppered across your body when you felt his hand dip below your waistband and touch the wet spot on your panties. Warmth quickly spread across your cheeks and between your thighs as a soft moan escaped your lips while his strong hands caressed your body.

You could taste the peppermint on his lips and faintly smell the green soap left on his black t-shirt as your fingers glided through his ink like hair. Billy had pulled you flush to him, squeezing your body tightly against his like he was scared to let you go and you embraced him firmly in return, silently telling him that you were real and you weren’t going anywhere.

You were his.

The hoodie fell to the floor after he had pushed it off of your shoulders. Looking up at him through your long dark lashes, you smiled warmly at first but then narrowed your eyes and said, “I thought you were painting tonight, lieutenant.”

With a devilish smirk, Billy replied, “I think I’d rather paint you, baby…with my tongue.”

Covering your eyes in embarrassment, you let out a chuckle and replied, “Well I might be agreeable to that, my love.”

Suddenly his hands were under your ass and he picked you up with ease. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he started to carry you off to bed when you mentioned, “Don’t you have to clean up first, Billy?!”

He only had one word to say in response.

“Later…”

**********

The Next Morning

You could feel the peaceful murmur of his heart steadily beating inside his chest as he slept. Billy doesn’t usually sleep in. Most of the time he’s awake before you are and you normally find him drinking his coffee at the breakfast bar but not today. On this rare morning, you just watched him sleep and tried not to move so you wouldn’t disturb him.

Billy shifted slightly underneath the arm you had resting on his chest. He inhaled sharply then let out a deep yawn before snaking his arm around you.

“Good mornin’, beautiful. I guess I slept in. That’s your fault though…you wore me out.” Said Billy, kissing the top of your head and rubbing his eyes with his other hand.

With a shocked look on your face, you lifted your head slightly so you were resting your chin on top of the hand that was placed against his chest.

“Oh I wore YOU out?!! I slept in too, soldier!” You exclaimed with a wide smile.

His sly grin stretched from ear to ear and he winked at you as he replied, “There’s my little firecracker. I’ll go make some coffee.”

As he rolled over you, his lips collided with yours and you gently brushed his beard with your thumb. Propping up your head with your hand, you carefully watched Billy as he slipped on his black sweats. Your handsome husband had a lean, toned body and his tattoo sleeve was just as impressive today as the first time you saw it.

He’d catch you staring at it all the time. You couldn’t help it.

“I think I know what I wanna do for my birthday, Billy.” You said, still staring at him and biting down on your lower lip.

“Oh yeah?” Said Billy. His dark eyes shone in the early morning sunshine spilling in through the window. “Well come tell me over coffee, sweet girl.”

Billy sat at the breakfast bar while you stood in front of the stove cooking some eggs, a smile stretched across your face as you looked over your shoulder at his face when he asked in a confused tone, “an arcade?”

You continued to push the eggs around in the pan.

“Yeah! This place has old arcade games and pinball machines!” You said excitedly. “Plus, it’s a bar too. Oh and I’d also like tacos and a little tequila, please.”

He raised a finger to point at you.

“So aside from the tequila, you want an 8-year old’s birthday party.” He joked.

You started to hand him his plate of eggs but pulled them back toward you when he made his smart ass comment.

“Are you making fun of me, Mr. Russo? Cuz if you are, I can throw these eggs right in the trash and no breakfast for you.” You said.

“All right, all right my little firecracker, you’re feisty this morning. I’m teasin’ ya. Don’t go throwin’ away perfectly good scrambled eggs. I don’t know what you do to them to make them taste that good but they are pretty amazing. So yes, I will take care of your birthday party arrangements, just lemme know who you’re inviting.” Said Billy.

You handed Billy his plate of eggs through the breakfast bar window and walked around to the other side, kissed him on the cheek, and asked, “Really? You’d do that for me, Billy?”

“I’d do anything for you, sweet girl. I love you.” He said after swallowing a mouthful of eggs. “God, these are good!” He exclaimed as he took another bite.

You smiled and kissed his cheek again.

“Cream cheese and chives, my love. Those are my secret ingredients.” You said with a warm smile. “And I love you too. Don’t forget to tell the Ed’s first.”

Three Weeks Later

Billy spoiled you on your actual birthday. On his way home from the studio, he stopped to buy you flowers, a calzone from your favorite pizza place, and cupcakes from your favorite bakery. The men from your past relationships never were as considerate or as sweet as Billy. You never expected fancy dates or gifts; you just wanted them to try but they never did.

“I know it’s not much but…” Said Billy.

You interrupted him.

“Not much? It’s perfect, my love. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Thank you!” You said, as you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer for a kiss.

“Happy Birthday, my little firecracker. You ready for your party this weekend?” He asked.

A wide smile stretched across your lips as you replied, “YES!! I’m very excited! Where are we going for tacos?”

“I made a reservation for all of us at that place on Hope Street. De Mole, I think it’s called. I think, I THINK they have the requirements you asked for.” Billy said sarcastically.

You narrowed your eyes at him and folded your arms protectively across your chest. “I’m not sure I like your tone, lieutenant.” You joked. “Careful, or I’ll eat both cupcakes that are in that box.”

“How do you know there are two in there?” He asked, flashing you a sly side smile.

You started to laugh.

“You think I don’t know you, Billy Russo? Like you would come home with just ONE cupcake.” You said, still laughing.

“Well, you got me. There ARE two in there.” He said, sounding slightly defeated.

Pointing a finger at him, you said “AHA! I knew it! Hey, if you ever sleeve your other arm you can just have all of your favorite sweets tattooed on you.”

Billy lowered his voice to barely more than a whisper and purred into your ear, “My all-time favorite is you, sweet girl. You really are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

He always knew exactly what to say to have you fall apart with just the sound of his voice. At times you still couldn’t believe he was all yours, a friend that had turned into everything you had ever wanted in a relationship and so much more…and you were the same for him.

Billy was someone you could laugh with and tell all of your worries to. You were the one person besides Frank that he felt like he could talk to about his mother; he never had the comfortability with anyone to be able to do that with before you. And more than anything, you loved to see him smile.

He wasn’t perfect but he was perfect for you.

“You can taste me later, handsome. I want my calzone and cupcake.” You whispered back, the bristles of his beard tickled your lips as you kissed him on the cheek.

Billy smiled his million-dollar smile at you and said, “Whatever you want, my love. It’s your birthday.”

**********

The food and drinks at de Mole were delicious. There was crispy calamari with jalapeno aioli, roasted tomato sauce and corn relish. The spicy margaritas and your favorite, Baja fish tacos, were the perfect combination of heat and flavor. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves so far.

“You gotta do a shot. It’s your birthday, kid!” Said Frank as he dropped a shot of tequila down in front of you.

Staring at the shot glass nervously, you replied, “I dunno Frank, I’m not 21 anymore. I don’t recover as fast as I used to.”

“One shot ain’t gonna kill ya, sweetheart. Besides, Bill’s drivin’.” Frank stated.

After sprinkling some salt on the back of your hand, you downed the shot of tequila and took a bite of a lemon wedge.

“Woo! Oh it burns! It’s been a minute since I’ve done this, Frank!” You exclaimed, squinting your eyes and pursing your lips.

A wide sly smile stretched across Frank’s lips and he replied, “Atta girl! Let’s go play some video games, yeah?”

Billy had booked a private party for you and everyone at Barcade. Everyone that worked at the tattoo studio came, Ed #1, Ed #2, Andy, and Shortcake, along with Frank, Maria, and two of your really good friends, Danielle and Jessie.

It really was like being a kid again, hearing all the noises from the different machines and games throughout the bar. The unmistakable sounds of pinball flippers, the rolling of the metal ball, flashing lights and the ringing of the bells each time the ball was struck.

Familiar phrases like “FINISH HIM!” and “Flawless Victory” could be heard coming from the Mortal Kombat II machine where the Eds were talking shit to each other. You overheard the revving of engines and screeching tires coming from the Daytona USA game.

Frank and Maria were racing each other while Billy practiced his target shooting on Quick & Crash. It was a fast draw shooting gallery game and it wasn’t a surprise to you that Billy got the highest score. They put his name up on the chalkboard with all the other high scorers. He was a little proud of himself like “I still got it.”

“You havin’ a good time, sweet girl?” Billy asked, snaking his long arms around your waist.

Excitedly, you replied, “Oh I am, baby! I’m having SO much fun! Thank you for doing this for me.”

“I told you, I’d do anything for you my love.” He said, leaning in and capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

Licking his bottom lip, you could tell he tasted the tequila on yours.

“Frankie gave you another shot of tequila, didn’t he.” He said with a slight smile.

You were feeling a little tipsy and started to giggle.

“Maybe.” You replied. “Come on! Let’s go race!”

Billy laughed. “Hey, you’ve been drinking. You can’t drive.” He joked, chasing after you to the racecar game.

“We’ve all been drinkin’! Come onnnnnnn!” You yelled.

He won by a nose.

You made sure to hang out with everyone and thank them for coming out for your birthday. It felt really nice to be surrounded by people who really cared about you but no one enjoyed watching you have fun more than Billy did. Every time you turned around, his eyes were on you with a wide smile stretched across his lips so you’d blow him a kiss every time you caught him staring.

You were everything to him.

“How are you so good at this game?!!” Ed #2 shouted.

You replied, “Please, Street Fighter II was my favorite game growing up. You’re not gonna beat me!”

Frank interjected, “Alright, I’m playin’ winner. You ready to lose for the first time tonight, sweetheart?”

“I’m tellin’ ya Frankie, you’re not gonna beat her. She’s won against everyone tonight.” Said Billy, gently brushing the bristles of his beard.

“She hasn’t played me yet, Bill.” Said Frank.

He talked a big game but luck was not on his side. Frank lost and he lost miserably so his punishment was he had to do a shot of tequila but he also bought another one for you. Barcade had about 25 craft beers on tap to choose from so between the beer and the shots, you were feeling pretty good, maybe a little too good. You had tried to pace yourself but that last shot was probably one too many and you began to feel a little unsteady on your feet.

“Alright, my little firecracker, I think it’s time to call it a night. What do ya say?” Asked Billy.

Leaning into him, you replied, “I-I thhhhhhink y-you’re right, b-baby. L-let’s go h-home!”

Billy glared at Frank and said, “Thanks a lot, Frankie.”

“Ah, it’s her birthday. She’ll be alright.” Frank replied.

You said goodbye to everyone, thanked them all again for coming before Billy put you in the car. As he drove away from the curb, you waved and immediately leaned back to rest your head and closed your eyes.

“Stay awake, sweet girl. We don’t have that far of a drive. You have fun tonight?” He asked.

Billy figured if he kept you talking, that you wouldn’t fall asleep on the way home. A warm smile stretched across your lips as you reached to touch him on the shoulder before replying, “I d-did h-handsome, thank youuuuuu.”

Billy rested his hand on your thigh as he always did when he was driving.

“I love you, Billy. Thank you again for my party.” You said softly.

“I love you too, beautiful.” He whispered. “We’re almost home, you gonna make it?”

“I’ll make it.” You said.

Getting out of the car and the elevator ride up to your apartment were uneventful. But as soon as Billy unlocked the door, you ran for the bathroom. At least you made it home first before getting sick. After taking off his jacket and putting his keys away, Billy came into the bathroom to make sure you were alright.

He helped hold your hair back and checked to see if your sleeves were rolled up. The sides of the bowl felt cool against your wrists while everything you had that night came up and out.

Never again with the tequila. Just say “no” to Frank.

The bathroom floor felt nice and cool against your skin, the room wasn’t spinning when your cheek was resting against the tiled floor so that’s where you wanted to stay but Billy didn’t want you sleeping there.

“Sweet girl, you can’t stay on the floor all night.” He said.

Joking around, you replied, “Sure I can, it’s nice and cool down here. Just forward all my mail here, I’ll be fine.”

“Even tequila drunk, you make me laugh, baby.” Billy chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, you’re goin’ to bed.”

He did his best to make you comfortable by helping you put on one of his old marines t-shirts that you loved to sleep in so much. He also left some Gatorade and pain reliever on your bedside table.

You must not have moved much for the rest of the night because you woke up in the same position you fell asleep in as the sunlight danced across your face. Billy was sitting straight up in bed, his arm draped over you, his chin to his chest until he felt you move which startled him awake.

“It’s ok, Billy…it’s ok. It’s just me. Ow…” You said softly, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to ease your headache pain. “You slept like that all night?”

He blinked his eyes a few times, looked down at you and smiled.

“Well I cleaned up the bathroom so not ALL night. Wasn’t too bad. It smells like green soap in there now, your favorite.” He winked. “And of course, I had to make sure you were ok while you were sleeping.” Said Billy.

You returned a smile and replied, “That’s so sweet of you, baby. It’s not my first drunken night but I love you for watching over me.” You paused for a brief moment. “Ya know, I realized something last night.”

“What’s that, my love?” Asked Billy.

“I realized that you probably never played video games like that when you were young, huh?” You said.

“Nah, we didn’t have regular field trips to the arcade, if that’s what ya mean and we certainly didn’t have any video games or pinball machines at the group home. So, you’re right, baby. I didn’t do stuff like that when I was a kid. It’s ok though.” He said in a low voice, shaking his head.

Tears stung the back of your eyes. “I’m sorry, Billy. I’m so sorry you never really got to do normal kid things. Even though my childhood was exactly the greatest, there were some highlights and good times. I’d give anything for you to have happy memories like that.” You said as a tear streaked down your cheek.

“Y/n, sweet girl, it’s ok because I have happy memories NOW.” Billy said.

His words made you cry even harder but they were happy tears. Being married to Billy wasn’t always easy but it never was just one-sided either. You were the one that was always giving in your past relationships, but this was the first one where he gave just as much as you did.

“I love you.” You whispered as you gazed up at him through your lashes that were wet with tears.

“I love you too, baby…Come here and let me see those beautiful eyes a little better.” He said.

Slowly sitting up in bed and being careful not to move too quickly because of your headache, you straddled him and softly brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumbs.

“Oh I imagine they’re really red at the moment, my love.” You replied, a little embarrassed.

Billy didn’t care. He still looked at you like you were the only woman in the world. The slight lines around his eyes made him look even more handsome, if that was even possible. He was happy and seeing him smile always made him more attractive.

He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“Nah, they’re not too bad. That just means you had a really good time.” Joked Billy.

That made you laugh.

“Oh is that what that means?” You said, biting back a smile.

Billy laughed along with you and replied with a wink, “Yes, sweet girl. That’s exactly what it means.”

His wild dark brown hair had tumbled into his eyes so you pushed stray pieces away from his face as his warm hand grazed your cheek and he kissed you again.

“Thank you again, handsome. I had a great birthday.” You said with a kind smile.

Billy closed the gap between your bodies once again. He stopped short just before touching your lips with his, smiled, and whispered, “Anything for you.”

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The house was loud.

The bass of the music thrummed so deeply it felt like it shook the foundation, rattling the windows and vibrating through the soles of shoes. The chatter and laughter of people inside mingled with the rhythmic beats, creating a cacophony that could be heard from the driveway. Aspen's wide, nervous eyes caught the flashes of strobe lights bursting through the curtained windows like erratic lightning.

Inside, the scene was already in full swing. Zayn's modest home, which Aspen had visited before for quiet hangouts and study sessions, had transformed into something unrecognizable. The faint scent of his usual musky cologne was now drowned in a mix of spilled liquor, cheap perfume, and the cloying aroma of too many bodies packed together in one space.

Coolers were shoved into corners and onto the back porch, brimming with a haphazard mix of beers, sodas, and melting ice that sent thin rivulets of water trickling across the floorboards. The living room, which Aspen remembered as tidy and inviting, was a chaotic sea of bodies. Couples leaned into each other on the couch, their limbs tangled, while others stood swaying to the music, their conversations drowned by the thundering bass.

Harry was the first of his friends to make it through the door, his tall frame and distinct curls catching the attention of more than a few people as he entered. He greeted Louis with a quick handshake, their voices barely audible over the din, before moving toward the makeshift bar set up in the dining room.

The "bar" was little more than a folding table draped in a thin plastic sheet, but it served its purpose. Bottles of various liquors, mixers, and stacks of red solo cups were scattered across its surface, sticky with spills and condensation. Harry grabbed one of the cups and twisted the cap off a bottle of peach-flavored Ciroc. The vodka flowed into his cup in a steady stream, mixing with a splash of orange juice he'd found at the edge of the table.

With his drink in hand, Harry turned back to survey the crowd, his eyes scanning the room with a detached curiosity. He sighed, running a hand through his curls before setting off in search of his friends.

The conversations he found himself in were as predictable as ever. Louis and Niall were already bickering over something trivial—football teams or album tracklists, he wasn't sure which—and Harry quickly grew tired of their antics. The noise around him felt suffocating, the humid press of bodies adding to his discomfort. With a quiet sigh, he excused himself and headed toward the kitchen, where he hoped to find a moment of peace.

The kitchen was mercifully quieter, though not completely deserted. Harry rinsed his hands under the warm stream of water from the tap, washing off the sticky remnants of spilled alcohol after Niall had accidentally jostled him during an overly enthusiastic retelling of his latest studio session. He grabbed a couple of paper towels, drying his hands and tossing the crumpled sheets into the overflowing trash can.

It was then that his attention landed on a stack of tattoo sketches strewn carelessly across the counter. He shook his head, muttering under his breath at Zayn's lack of organization as he gathered the papers. He couldn't resist flipping through them first, though, admiring the fine lines and bold designs his friend had been working on. After a moment, he tucked the sketches into an empty drawer, brushing his fingers over the countertop as if to wipe away his lingering annoyance.

Meanwhile, Aspen was frozen in the driveway.

"Wait!" she blurted, grabbing Isobel's wrist just as they were about to step inside.

Isobel turned, a mischievous grin already tugging at her lips. "What's wrong?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You said this was a get-together," Aspen hissed, her voice barely audible over the muffled thumping of the music from inside.

"It is! Well, technically," Isobel replied with a casual shrug, clearly unbothered by Aspen's growing panic.

"This is not a get-together," Aspen said, gesturing toward the house. "This is... this is a rager! I can hear the music from here! And look at the lights!"

Isobel laughed, rolling her eyes as she gently pried Aspen's hand from her wrist. "Come on, it'll be fun! You're already here, so you might as well enjoy it."

Before Aspen could protest further, Isobel tugged her toward the front door. The moment they stepped inside, Aspen was hit with a sensory overload. The air was thick and warm, a heady mix of alcohol, sweat, and perfume. Her boots stuck slightly to the floor with each step, the wood slick from spilled drinks.

Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the chaos. The couch she had once sat on with Isobel during quieter visits was now a war zone of half-drunken partygoers. Some were laughing, others were shouting, and a few seemed barely conscious. A group of women danced near the window, their laughter cutting through the music like sharp, staccato notes.

Aspen felt entirely out of place. Her outfit, though modest compared to some of the others, suddenly felt too revealing, and she crossed her arms instinctively over her chest. Isobel was already gone, having spotted Zayn across the room and made a beeline for him. Aspen lingered near the coat rack, her fingers brushing over the leather sleeve of her borrowed jacket as she scanned the room for a quiet corner.

The minutes dragged by, each one feeling like an eternity. Aspen's throat was dry, but she was too nervous to venture into the throng of people in search of a drink. Finally, when the crowd thinned slightly, she mustered the courage to make her way to the kitchen.

As she rounded the corner, the noise from the living room faded into the background, replaced by the softer clatter of glassware and the hum of the refrigerator. Aspen's fingers toyed with the hem of her jacket as she approached the fridge, hoping to find a bottle of water.

Her fingers had just curled around the handle when a deep voice stopped her in her tracks.

"The water and stuff 's outside."

Aspen startled, her hand snapping back as though the handle had burned her. She turned sharply, her gaze colliding with a pair of green eyes framed by a mess of dark curls. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.

"Oh! Uh, t-thank you," she stammered, mentally cursing herself for the shaky reply.

Harry leaned against the counter, his posture relaxed but his gaze intent as he watched her. His arms were crossed, the muscles of his forearms flexing slightly under the inked patterns of his tattoos. He held his red solo cup in one hand, the faint scent of peach vodka wafting from the rim.

"Ashley, right?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "Isobel's roommate?"

"Aspen," she corrected quickly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Right, Aspen. Sorry 'bout tha'," he said, his lips quirking in a half-smile before he took another sip from his cup.

Aspen shifted nervously under his gaze, acutely aware of how out of place she must seem. Her eyes flickered downward, taking in his outfit. Black jeans, ripped at the knees, paired with a Rolling Stones shirt and a pair of worn boots. A black bandana hung loosely from his back pocket, completing the effortlessly cool look.

She felt entirely ordinary in comparison.

"Well, um. Thank you, again." Aspen felt heat crawl up her neck and swallowed slightly before she began to turn on her heel. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her long sleeve, eager to escape the piercing gaze of the man in front of her.

But just as she turned, Harry's voice stopped her again.

"You don't like parties, do you?" he asked, his tone bordering on amused but not unkind.

Aspen froze mid-step, caught off guard by his observation. She glanced over her shoulder, her lips parting slightly in surprise before she quickly recovered. "Uh, no, not really," she admitted, her voice soft.

Harry chuckled under his breath, the sound low and warm. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, but he definitely came across nicer than he appeared. 

He pushed off the counter, taking a slow step toward her, though still giving her plenty of space. "Figured," he said, lifting his cup slightly in a vague gesture toward the crowded living room. "You don't exactly look like the rest of the lot out there."

Aspen wasn't sure if it was a compliment or a jab, but the way his eyes lingered on her made her stomach flutter. She offered a shy smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I, uh, kind of got roped into this by my roommate."

"Isobel, right?" Harry asked, his head tilting slightly. Even though he just asked, she didn't mind.

She nodded. "Yeah. She's, um... she's great at convincing me to do things I'd normally avoid."

Harry smirked at that, his dimples appearing briefly. "Sounds like her," he said. "Zayn talks about her all the time. Says she's got a knack for dragging people out of their comfort zones."

Aspen huffed a quiet laugh, glancing down at her boots. "That's definitely accurate."

Harry leaned back against the counter again, his posture casual as he watched her. "So what's your plan, then? Gonna hang out by the fridge all night?"

His question caught her off guard, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. "I... well, I wasn't really planning to stay long," she admitted. "Just... you know, keeping Isobel company for a little while."

"Hmm," Harry hummed, his gaze flickering over her face. "That why you're dressed up, then? To 'not stay long'?"

Aspen's cheeks burned at his comment, and she quickly shook her head. "Oh, no! I mean, I wasn't really sure what to wear, and Isobel kind of helped me pick this out, so..." Her voice trailed off as she gestured vaguely to her outfit, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

Harry's eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. "Well, it suits you," he said finally after the moments of silence.

Aspen's heart skipped a beat, and she wasn't sure if it was from the compliment or the intensity of his gaze. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of music.

The silence stretched between them for a moment, not uncomfortable but charged with an energy Aspen couldn't quite place. She shifted on her feet, unsure of what to say next, when Harry suddenly tilted his head toward the back door.

"C'mon," he said, his voice light but inviting.

"What?" Aspen blinked, confused.

"Let's get y'some water," Harry said, a small smirk playing at his lips. "Before y'pass out from dehydration or somethin'."

Aspen hesitated, her eyes darting toward the back door. The idea of venturing further into the party—or anywhere else with him—made her nerves spike, but the thought of standing alone in the kitchen didn't seem much better.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice quiet.

Harry pushed the door open, holding it for her as the cool night air spilled into the kitchen. She stepped outside, grateful for the fresh air that instantly cleared her head. The backyard was just as lively as the house, though the noise felt less overwhelming here. Strings of fairy lights crisscrossed above, casting a warm glow over the crowd of partygoers scattered around the yard.

Harry led her toward one of the coolers near the porch steps, crouching down to rummage through the ice. "Let's see... beer, beer, soda, more beer..." He frowned theatrically, tossing cans aside with a soft clatter.

Aspen couldn't help but notice his exaggerated movements. "You don't have to dig through the whole thing," she said, her voice concerned, not wanting his fingers to freeze off from the piles of ice he dug through.

"Ah, here we go," Harry said triumphantly, pulling out a bottle of water. He stood and handed it to her, his fingers brushing hers briefly.

"Thanks," she said, unscrewing the cap and taking a grateful sip.

Harry leaned against the porch railing, his cup still in hand as he watched her. "So, what d'you usually do on a Friday night, if you're not getting dragged to parties like this?"

Aspen smiled faintly, lowering the bottle. "Um, I usually stay in. Read a book, maybe watch a movie."

"Sounds... peaceful," Harry said, his tone genuine.

"It is," Aspen said, nodding. "I like the quiet."

Harry tilted his head, studying her for a moment. "Guess this must feel like a bit of a nightmare, then."

"A little," she admitted with a small laugh.

Harry smiled at her honesty, his dimples making another appearance. "Well, if it helps, I'm not much of a party person either."

"Really?" Aspen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he said, shrugging. "I'm usually here because of Zayn or Louis. They'd probably call m'a buzzkill if I didn't show up."

Aspen smiled at that, feeling a little less alone in her discomfort. "Guess we're both out of our element, then."

"Guess so," Harry said, his voice still deep and brushed with vodka.

For the first time that evening, Aspen felt the tension in her shoulders ease slightly. The noise of the party faded into the background as she stood there with Harry, the cool night air wrapping around them like a quiet reprieve from the chaos inside.

"So, your tattoo shop," Aspen cleared her throat as she asked, her voice soft but edged with curiosity. Maybe it was her being nervous, or maybe it was her being intrigued, but she wanted to know more about it—about him. And she was hoping he would be willing to share.

Her eyes flickered back to the large crowd and the thumping music behind the sliding glass doors of the house. The sharp contrast between the chaos inside and the relative calm out here made her feel like she'd stepped into another world. When her gaze shifted back to Harry, she found herself noticing the details she'd missed before.

The tattoos that crept up his neck seemed even more intricate up close, swirling lines and tiny symbols that drew her attention in ways she didn't quite understand. She caught a better look at the black metallic lip ring he wore, the faint gleam of it catching the light from the string of fairy lights above. His chipped black nail polish wasn't a surprise, but there was something oddly endearing about the imperfections—how the cracks and uneven edges seemed to humanize him in a way she didn't expect. His hand around the red solo cup was relaxed, fingers adorned with silver rings that clicked softly against the plastic as he tilted the cup in his grip.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her question, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "The shop?" he repeated, his accent making the words feel somehow smoother. "What about it?"

"Well," Aspen began, feeling a small rush of embarrassment as she realized she hadn't actually thought her question through. She smoothed her hands over the hem of her jacket, trying to steady herself. "I mean... how'd you get into it? You don't exactly hear of people opening tattoo shops every day."

Harry chuckled, his shoulders shifting slightly as if he wasn't used to talking about himself in this way. It was surely a sound she didn't expect to hear from him. "Fair enough," he said, his voice low. He glanced down at his cup for a moment, his thumb running absently along the rim. "Started as a bit of a side thing, honestly. I was doing tattoos for mates when I was younger, just messing around with a cheap kit I got off some bloke. Didn't think much of it at first."

Aspen nodded, her gaze fixed on him as he spoke. She felt herself relax slightly as he opened up, his words weaving a small picture of his past.

"But," he continued, his eyes lifting to meet hers again, "guess I realized I liked it more than any of the other rubbish I was doing at the time. Gave me something to focus on, you know?"

She tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing in thought. "Something to focus on?"

Harry hesitated for a beat, his expression softening in a way that made him seem momentarily vulnerable. "Yeah. Kept me out of trouble, mostly. Didn't have much else going for me back then."

Aspen's lips parted slightly, an empathetic expression crossing her face. "It must've taken a lot to turn it into what it is now," she said gently.

He shrugged, his smirk returning, though it felt a little less playful this time. "Yeah, it wasn't easy. But it's mine, you know? That's what matters."

There was a quiet pride in his voice, and Aspen found herself smiling faintly. She could see it now—the dedication it must've taken to turn a casual hobby into a fully fledged business. It made her admire him in a way she didn't expect.

"Do you still tattoo people?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Harry's smirk widened slightly, and he tilted his head toward her. "Yeah, still do some now and then. You thinking about getting one?"

The question caught her off guard, and she let out a nervous laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, no, I don't think I could ever do that."

"Why not?" Harry pressed, his tone light but curious.

"I don't know," she said, shrugging slightly. "I guess I just wouldn't know what to get. Or where to put it. Plus, I'd probably chicken out the second the needle came near me."

Harry laughed at that, the sound low and genuine. "'S not as bad as y'think," he said. "Might surprise yourself."

"Maybe," Aspen said, though she wasn't entirely convinced.

Harry leaned back against the railing, his gaze still on her. "Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where t'find me."

Her cheeks flushed slightly at his words, and she glanced down at the bottle of water in her hands. "I'll keep that in mind," she said softly.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward, but it was charged with an unspoken tension. Aspen felt it in the way Harry's gaze lingered on her, in the way her own heart seemed to race despite the calm atmosphere of the backyard. She wasn't used to this kind of attention—not the kind that felt so deliberate, so focused.

"So," Harry said after a moment, his voice breaking the silence but not the intensity. "What about you? Wha's your thing?"

"My thing?" Aspen repeated, looking up at him.

"Yeah," he said, gesturing slightly with his cup. "Y'know about the shop now. What's the Aspen version of that?"

She hesitated, the question throwing her off. "I... don't think I have one," she admitted, her voice quieter now.

Harry frowned slightly, his head tilting as he studied her. "Everyone's got a thing," he said. "Maybe you just haven't figured it out yet."

Aspen smiled faintly, though there was a hint of self-consciousness in her expression. "Maybe."

Harry didn't push her, but the way he looked at her made her feel like he was trying to figure her out, piece by piece. And for some reason, she didn't mind.

"Um, I— I like writing, I think," Aspen spoke up, her voice wavering slightly. She never liked to talk about it, but she figured that she owed Harry for opening up to her. Plus, there was a certain comfort in the idea that this might be the only time they'd ever have a conversation like this— if she'd even see him again after tonight.

Harry raised a brow and took another sip of his drink, silently urging her to continue.

"Not stories or anything," she began hesitantly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the plastic water bottle in her hand. "But... I don't know. Personal stuff, about what I feel. I try to make it more... interesting, more beautiful than the actual words themselves. Whenever we got to do creative writing in English classes, I always got high grades, and the teachers would ask to put my work on display. They said I had a way with emotion, with attention to detail." She gave a small shrug, her gaze dropping briefly as if to downplay her words. She wasn't used to sharing this part of herself.

Harry tilted his head slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "How did y'get into it?" he asked, his voice soft, curious, and far from judgmental.

Aspen hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting down to the ground before she met his again. She caught the way he was watching her, fully attentive, and it felt strange but reassuring at the same time. "It... also kept me out of trouble, you could say," she admitted with a faint, almost self-deprecating smile.

Harry's brow furrowed slightly at her words, but he didn't interrupt.

"Whenever my parents said something or did something to me," Aspen continued, her voice quieter now, "I would use my journal as an escape. It kept me from having a 'filthy mouth,' as they called it whenever I spoke back."

Her fingers tightened slightly around the water bottle as she took in a sharp breath, clearly bracing herself against the vulnerability of her own admission. Harry noticed, his gaze dropping briefly to her hands before returning to her face.

"Sounds like they didn't make it easy f'you," he said, his voice carrying a gentle weight that made Aspen feel seen.

"They didn't," she said with a faint laugh, though it lacked humor. "But the writing helped. It gave me a place to say what I wanted to say, even if no one else ever read it. It was mine, and no one could take it away from me."

Harry nodded slowly, his expression pensive. "Writing's a good outlet," he said after a moment. "Sounds like 's something you're really good at, too."

Aspen's cheeks warmed at the compliment, and she ducked her head slightly. "I guess. I mean, it's not like I do much with it anymore. It's just... there."

"Doesn't mean it's not important," Harry countered, his voice steady. "Y'ever thought about sharing it? Like, putting it out there for people to see?"

Her eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, and she shook her head quickly. "Oh, no. I don't think I could ever do that. It's too... personal, you know?"

Harry gave a small smile, leaning against the railing as he studied her. "Sometimes the personal stuff is what connects with people the most," he said. "But I get it. It's not easy putting yourself out there."

"Yeah," Aspen said softly, her fingers still toying with the edge of the water bottle. She appreciated that he didn't push her, that he seemed to genuinely understand.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment, the distant thump of the music inside filling the air. Aspen glanced back at the sliding glass door, watching as people moved in and out of the house, laughing and shouting over the music.

"You know," Harry said suddenly, his voice breaking through her thoughts, "I think you should give it a shot. Even if it's just for yourself. Sounds like it's something you really care about."

Aspen turned back to him, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered his words. "Maybe," she said, though her tone was unsure.

Harry smirked slightly, lifting his solo cup in a mock toast. "Here's to maybe," he said, his tone light but his gaze still steady on her.

Aspen couldn't help but laugh softly at that, her nerves easing just a little more. "Here's to maybe," she echoed, raising her water bottle in response.

For the first time that night, she felt like she wasn't completely out of place.

Just then, Isobel's voice came booming through the backyard, followed by the sharp sound of her heels hitting the floor. It snapped both of them out of their gaze.

"Asp!" she exclaimed, throwing herself onto Aspen with all the enthusiasm of someone several drinks deep. "I thought you left. I am so sorry, Zayn just--" Isobel began to ramble, words spilling out in a slurry mix of apology and excitement.

Aspen shushed her, a gentle hand on her friend's arm. "It's okay," she reassured. "I was about to head out anyway. I kind of figured out earlier that you'd end up crashing here with Zayn, so..." She waved her phone in the air, showing the Uber app open and a ride already on its way.

It was just about midnight, and the distant thump of the music inside only seemed to grow louder as the party carried on. It was time to go.

Isobel pouted dramatically, clinging to Aspen with wide, exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. "Are you sure you're okay with me staying? I can leave if you want!"

Aspen smiled softly, squeezing Isobel's shoulder in a comforting way. "It's fine, really. It's only a seven-minute ride, if even that. I'll text you as soon as I get home."

Isobel's pout melted into a warm, tipsy smile. "Okay, but you better! Or I'm coming to your house at 3 a.m. to make sure you're alive!" she teased, drawing out a laugh from Aspen.

After a few more exchanges, mostly consisting of Isobel reiterating how sorry she was and Aspen reassuring her it wasn't a big deal, Isobel finally broke away, skipping back toward the chaos of the party.

It wasn't until she was nearly through the sliding door that Isobel even acknowledged Harry's presence. She gave him a quick glance, then a careless wave before disappearing back into the crowd. Harry lifted his now-empty cup in a silent goodbye, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He turned back to Aspen as she pocketed her phone. He didn't look particularly drunk—or even tipsy, really. Just... at ease.

"Are y'really going to take an Uber home? This late?" Harry asked, leaning back against the railing, his empty cup dangling lazily from his fingers.

Aspen shrugged, adjusting the strap of her bag. "Yeah. It's not far, and Isobel's obviously staying here, so..." She trailed off, glancing at her phone to check the app.

Harry raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Y'trust an Uber driver at midnight over someone you've been talking to all night?"

The comment made Aspen pause. She tilted her head slightly, her lips parting as if to respond, but she didn't quite know what to say.

"I was actually about to head home myself," Harry continued, pushing off the railing and straightening up. His voice was casual, but there was something in his tone—genuine, perhaps—that made her stomach flip. "I could give y'a ride. If you're comfortable with tha', I mean."

Aspen blinked at him, surprised by the offer. "You don't have to do that," she said softly, though her tone wavered.

"I know," Harry replied, his gaze steady as he met her eyes. "But 'm offering. It's not out of my way, and 's safer than y'riding with a stranger."

She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her bag. Logically, she knew he was right. The idea of riding with Harry—someone she had spent the last hour talking to—felt far less intimidating than stepping into a random car.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

A faint smile tugged at Harry's lips. "All right, then. Let's go."

They walked together around the side of the house, the muffled bass of the party growing distant as they stepped into the quieter front yard. Harry led the way to a sleek black car parked along the curb. Aspen noted the polished exterior, though the inside looked a bit more lived-in, with a leather jacket draped over the passenger seat and a few empty water bottles in the back.

"Sorry f'the mess," he said, moving quickly to toss the jacket into the back seat. "Didn't know I'd have company tonight."

Aspen gave a small laugh, sliding into the passenger seat. "It's fine," she assured him.

Harry climbed into the driver's seat, starting the car with a low rumble. "So, where to?"

Aspen recited her address, and he nodded, pulling away from the curb with an ease that spoke to how often he drove late at night. The silence that filled the car wasn't uncomfortable; instead, it felt... peaceful.

"Do you do this often?" Aspen asked after a moment, her voice soft.

"Offer rides home to near-strangers?" Harry teased, his dimples appearing as he glanced at her. "Not really. You're lucky."

Aspen smiled, her cheeks warming. "No, I mean... drive home late. After parties."

Harry hummed thoughtfully. "Not as much anymore. Used to, though. This kind of scene was my life for a while."

"Was?" she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

"Yeah," he said with a slight shrug. "I still show up now and then, but it's different now. The noise, the chaos— 's not really my thing anymore."

Aspen nodded, her gaze drifting out the window as the streets blurred past. She understood what he meant, even if her own experiences didn't quite match his.

"Thanks for this," she said after a moment, her voice quiet but sincere. "I don't think Isobel even realized I was planning to leave."

Harry glanced at her, his expression softening. "You don't have to thank me. Jus' figured it's the least I could do."

They fell into another comfortable silence, broken only by the soft hum of the radio playing in the background. Aspen found herself stealing glances at him—the way his fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel, the faint glow of the dashboard illuminating his profile.

When they pulled up outside her townhouse, Harry parked and turned to her. "This it?"

"Yeah," Aspen said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She hesitated for a moment, gripping the door handle before glancing back at him. "I'll text Isobel to let her know I got home, but... thanks again."

Harry smiled a lopsided smile, his dimples faintly showing once more. "Anytime."

Aspen stepped out, the cool night air brushing against her skin. She lingered for a moment, watching as Harry leaned an arm on the open window.

"Get some rest, Aspen," he said, his voice low.

"You too," she replied, offering a small wave before heading toward her front door.

As she unlocked the door and stepped inside, she couldn't help but glance back through the window. His car was still there, his headlights casting a soft glow on the quiet street. After a second or two, they disappeared into the night.

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A Spell To Break?

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to witness Tom posing with another woman for a sexy perfume photoshoot, your insecurities are kicking in...

Warnings: thirst, angst, insecurities, swear words, fluff

Word Count: 4,3k

a/n: I couldn't help myself but to write a part three for this lil' series/AU. 👀 I had an idea and well... This is the result. I hope y'all enjoy it! 😁

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

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Here's part one and part two of the model!Tom series. This can be also read as a stand-alone fic.

(Credits for the pic goes to @multifandom-worlds )

The day had started so good. Better than the most days. You woke up early - but in your boyfriend's arms, had a nice breakfast, three wonderful photoshoots that morning, and the coffee machine wasn't broken. That was how every work day should be supposed to go. It was a perfect day - until after your lunch break. That was when the dream started to turn in a nightmare...

You had one photo shooting left for the day. A very huge photo shooting, to say the least... A perfume ad - and it was for none other than 'Dolce & Gabbana'. Yes, no joke. After you had landed the Calvin Klein job almost two years back, quite a few other big shoots followed. 'Dolce & Gabbana' was the fifth one this year - and it was July...

And not just that... Quite a few things had changed within those two years. You still worked with your best friend Sam - but she had promoted you and suddenly, you owned this little company as well; were the second boss. Beside that, you had found your soulmate and were in a very happy relationship. Remember that handsome lad with the tattoos and piercings, Tom Hiddleston? The newcomer in the model business? Exactly. You two were a thing now - a big thing.

All in all, you could say that the Calvin Klein photoshoot had turned your life upside down - in the best way possible.

You were in the studio now, setting everything up for the said perfume ad. A green screen, small wind machine and your camera, of course. The clothes your models were supposed to wear, laid perfectly folded on the little table in the corner. Sam had forwarded you the email of 'Dolce & Gabbana's management, so you knew what they wanted and what the setup should be. They didn't want anything super special, but it was definitely... spicy and sexy. A couple on a stony beach, with the sea and waves in the background. Wet hair and clothes; paired up with intimate poses.

You were totally lost in adjusting the camera and tripod, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms sneaking around your waist; big, gentle hands crossing in front of your tummy. You couldn't help but flinch at first at the sudden contact, but when you saw the beautiful, black inked flowers wove around the strong arms embracing you, you relaxed immediately. "Tommy?" You asked; giggling like a schoolgirl, as you felt his lips on the exposed skin of your neck. "What are you doing here?" You heard a deep chuckle rumbling through your boyfriend's chest. "Your humour is truly something else, darling." Uhhh, okay… Now you were a bit confused.

Frowning, you turned in Tom's embrace, hands landing on his white t-shirt clad pecs. His beautiful smile greeted you instantly; alongside those stunning baby blues. "My... My humour? Tommy, I'm afraid I can't follow you at the moment." Tom's expression changed at your words; eyebrows slanting. "Baby, I think we are talking past each other. You asked me, why I'm here. I thought you made a cute, little joke. I'm here because of you." You blinked, "Because of me?" before your cheeks turned red. "You are visiting me at work? Awww, cutie pie, that's so sweet of you!" Tom giggled, but shook his head. "No, darling. I'm here because you booked me for this photoshoot."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I... I didn't book you for this photoshoot. I booked a couple, 'cause the management of 'Dolce & Gabbana' asked for it, so I booked Nicky and Tessa. Not you." Tom was visibly confused now as well. "What? But... But Luke told me I was booked for this photoshoot. Perfume ad. 'Dolce & Gabbana'. And since you were listed as the photographer, I didn't ask further."

Your frown deepened. "That's quite a bit quaint and... strange. Something definitely went wrong." Tom shrugged his shoulders; tongue darting out to wet his lips, bringing his tongue piercing on full display. "Perhaps it was a misunderstanding?" "Could be, yes. But that doesn't answer the question who booked you. Clearly, I didn't, the management neither and Luke had nothing to do with it as well. Who booked you th-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence. The thud of the wooden door to the studio closing shut cut you off. High heels click-clacked over the floor; announcing another person's arrival. And then her voice cut through the air. A voice you hoped you'd never hear again. Not after everything that happened.

"I did. He is here, because I wanted him to be here." Instantly - like struck by lightning, you let go of your boyfriend; eyes landing on the woman with blonde hair, leather skirt and skintight red top; looking as arrogant and tarted up as always...

Ivy. Your former high school best friend. Emphasis on former.

Back in school, you were like the yin and yang to each other. Soulmates. Inseparable. Now? Now you were not even close to what once was. Now, you were enemies. Why? Well...

It all started with you both sharing the dream of becoming a professional photographer. You followed this dream together. Bought your first professional camera together. Applied to various photo studios together. You encouraged each other. Always. For years. At some point, Ivy decided to switch to the model business instead - a decision you supported wholeheartedly. Since both your jobs were quite similar, you kept on helping each other to reach your goals - until that one particular day...

You didn't really know where you both took the wrong path, but suddenly, Ivy distanced herself more and more from you. She became bitter, harsh and especially jealous. Perhaps because you landed a big job first, but who knew? You spent endless nights awake; pondering about why things went as they did. Why you were losing your best friend. What mistake you made to get the ball rolling. You didn't know. You just didn't know. It ate you up inside. So, you decided to confront her - which caused things to escalate and get even worse. You walked in that conversation with the hopes of you and Ivy reunite as best friends. Instead, you walked out as enemies. She hurt you to the bones that day; called you unspeakable things and spat right into your face that you were nothing more than a millstone around her leg. With that, Ivy just moved on, but loved to give you absolute hell once in a while. It was exhausting, but it didn't stop you from reaching for your dream. And then you met Sam. She picked up all your broken pieces and puzzled them back together. She became your best friend - a true friend. Someone you could trust with your life.

They say time heals all wounds - but not the wound Ivy inflicted you. It was a scar so deep; bound to stay forever carved into your soul.

"I-Ivy? What... What are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired woman gave you a spiteful smirk. "What do you think, silly? I'm the female model for this photoshoot." Your face fell. "W-What? But... But that can't be! I booked Nicky and Tessa a-and-" Ivy cut you off with a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, you wish you did, sweetheart. I changed it. Well, my management changed it. They asked me to choose a male model as well and I chose Tom." Now you were even more speechless - and utterly angry. The problem was, that Ivy knew Tom - and Tom knew Ivy. She had casted an eye on your beautiful boyfriend a long time ago, and when he fell in love with you and the two of you got together, Ivy bursted with jealousy. In her eyes, you weren't worthy of the sweet, polite gentleman.

You were quite a bit bewildered and stood in front of your boyfriend and former best friend like an absolute fool. "I-I... B-But this was supposed t-to be a couple photoshoot. Dolce & Gabbana asked specifically f-for a couple..." Your former best friend faked a surprised gasp; "They, uh, wanted a couple for this photoshoot?" and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh... Whoopsies. My bad. I didn't know that. Sorry, bestie. In that case, Tom and I have to make it look very real."

A breathless gasp left your lips at her words and you had to fight hard against the rising bile in your throat. All of a sudden, you felt like absolute shit. She knew. She knew - and did this on full purpose. Only to get her filthy hands on Tom and torture you. What a bitch.

Another bitchy giggle left Ivy's lips. "You don't look well, Y/N. Perhaps you should call it a day, go home and let this photoshoot do someone who can stay professional." That was the point where Tom couldn't just stand by anymore. He had to intervene. And he did. He walked the few steps up to you and placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. The handsome Brit wasn't able to change the situation, but he was able to help you.

"Perhaps you should go and get changed already, Ivy. I'd like to have a moment alone with my girlfriend." Tom audibly underlined the last two words of his sentence, while pulling you closer towards him. Ivy just answered with a fake smile, then stalked past you and Tom; vanishing in the small side room.

"Darling..." Your boyfriend addressed you immediately, once Ivy was out of earshot and took your smaller hands in his bigger ones. "I am so sorry about this. If I would've known I-" You shook your head; interrupting him. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's entirely her fault." "That may be true, but if I would've talked earlier with you about this, I could've prevented it from happening. Now, I'm afraid we both can't change this situation. But I can assure you that this photo shooting is going to be purely professional. I'll do what I have to do, but it won't change anything." You nodded; trying to look confident. Tom knew you better, though. He knew how insecure you were about yourself. Letting go of your hand, he lifted his up to gently cup your chin. "Hey... I love you, sweet girl - and you better know it." Once again you nodded; giving him a small smile. "Love you, too." Tom pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, before he left to the other side room, in order to get changed as well.

Once everyone was ready, the photo shooting could start. You tried your best to stay completely professional; block out everything around you. You'd pull through this shooting like every other shooting - and you did. At some point, you were so focused, that you didn't see your boyfriend and ex best friend standing in front of you and posing together for a quite spicy perfume ad. You saw two clients; doing what they should do, in order to get the job done.

At this point you were confident to believe that you had tricked your mind and dodged Ivy's attempt to fuck you up. Little did you know, that everything would come back at you later...

It had gotten quite late. The photoshoot had taken more time than you had expected. After cleaning up the whole studio and sending Sam home, you decided to edit the photos you had just taken. You wanted to get over with it and move on.

Being still completely convinced of the strong wall you had built up around you, you sat down at your desk, connected the memory card to your computer and opened the program. When the first picture of Tom and Ivy came up, the walls came immediately tumbling down. It was the moment you realised, that these walls had been anything but strong; rather consisted of paper and not solid stone.

It was also the moment it dawned on you, that your mind couldn't be tricked. It had just tricked you into believing you had. How foolish, you thought of yourself. How fucking foolish.

With that, the damage was done. It got the stone rolling - and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You knew it. Your mind had you trapped now, and the bad thoughts - all your insecurities came crashing down on you; invading your system like poison. Every look on each picture hurt you more - and destiny had chosen one of the worst ones to start with...

It had been a picture you had taken towards the end. Scenery: Tom and Ivy were both wet; clothes absolutely drenched with water. Ivy wore nothing more than a scarce, white bikini; showing off everything she got - and Ivy got a lot. Way more than you did...

Tom wore a tight, white tank top, which literally clung to his chest, but also showed off his tattoos and especially nipple piercings. His hips and legs were clad in jeans dungarees - close to those who mechanics wore, but with the straps dangling loosely around his thick, muscular thighs. Of course, they were also wet. Water droplets ran down the skin of his neck, face and arms, causing him to look even sexier.

Ivy wasn't any less sexy. It was simply a fact. And the posture they were in didn't lack sexiness either. Quite the opposite...

Your former best friend stood in front of your boyfriend; literally clinging desperately to his wet body. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, while they gazed each other deep in the eyes. Their heads were close; lips not far from touching. Tom's big hand was splayed out across Ivy's back; fingertips tantalisingly playing with the knot who held her bikini top together. It was perfect - and you hated it. Sure, you had told them to posture like that, 'cause 'Dolce & Gabbana' described something along that, since they had a TV ad which was similar, but nevertheless... It fucked with your brain. And the other pictures on which they were free to posture how they wanted weren't any better... Ivy being as close to Tom as somehow possible; always literally eye fucking him with her lusting gaze and touching him in places only you thought you were supposed to touch him. In one picture her hands were close to his ass - you could tell. Or in another, she was touching his pecs and six pack. Hence, she even had her hands in his hair once.

Watching all the pictures you had taken; it came all crashing down on you. But it wasn't jealousy, who poisoned and fogged up your brain, no... It were your insecurities who kicked in; causing you to fall down a deep, dark hole.

Seeing how utterly perfect Tom looked with a woman who was so much prettier and sexier than you could ever be, planted the toxic thought in your brain that you simply weren't good enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not smart enough. Not loveable enough. You were just you. And being just you didn't apply to Tom's standards. He was out of your league - by miles. What is he doing with a girl like me? you thought. He deserves someone better... Perhaps Ivy had been right all the time. You weren't worthy of such a handsome, loving and respectful man.

You clicked further through the pictures; tears starting to form in your eyes. Since you already were spiralling down that dark path, once thing was triggering another and fear joined the party. Fear of Tom leaving you. Why would he not? You're nobody, the voice in your brain whispered. He could get rid of you so easily. And he would. You were sure of it. One day, he was going to wake up and see. Tears trickled down your face by now, as emptiness spread within your stomach and radiating throughout your whole body, causing you to feel so utterly cold and lonely.

You had lost every sense of time, but you could tell that it was quite late. You didn't care, though. All you cared about was if you should leave Tom before he could leave you, or beg him on your knees to stay. Anyways… It was both pathetic...

By now, you had abandoned your computer and the pictures; said huddled in a corner of the little office and positively crying your eyes out.

Tom, who had waited for you at home for way longer than planned started to worry, of course. Always checking his phone and walking impatiently up and down in the cosy, little apartment you two shared. He got uneasy. You hadn't texted him and you also didn't pick up your phone. What if something happened? He decided to not just sit around longer. He couldn't. So, he grabbed the keys of his bike, alongside his leather jacket and helmet, and swung himself on the vehicle; riding straight to yours and Sam's photo studio.

When he arrived, he saw that no visible light was on in the building, giving him an even more uneasy feeling. The unlocked door didn't quite help. Quietly, he entered the studio; switching on the light. "Y/N?" No answer. "Sam?" No answer. He swallowed hard, but made his way through the studio; checking every room - which turned out to be either locked or neatly cleaned up; ready for the next day.

Tom's heart was literally beating out of his chest, as he went to check the last possible room you could be in... Your office. With a slightly shaking hand, he opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the computer was on and the only thing which casted a small ray of light through the darkened room, was the display of your camera - on which he recognised himself. Small, soft whines and whimpers could be heard, causing him to immediately switch on the light. And then he saw you. Curled up in a ball in the corner. Your body was shaking with sobs. Relieved, that he had finally found you, but nevertheless worried about the condition you were in, he literally threw his helmet aside and ran over to you.

"Y/N!" He said with relief; dropping to his knees beside you, "I thought something had happened to you! My texts stayed unanswered and whenever I called, you didn't pick up... Gods, I was so worried!" and immediately scooped you up in his arms. You let him hug you tightly for a few seconds, bathing in his embrace and how good he smelled, before your brain kicked in again and you started to push him away from you, leaving the handsome Brit confused.

Frowning, he pulled back - like you obviously requested and letting go of you. "Darling? What's wrong?" Tom tried to reach for your hands, put you avoided his touch. It confused him even more. "Love, what- Why are you crying? What happened?" You didn't answer him, but pushed yourself further against the wall in the corner; wrapping your arms around yourself and hiding your face. Your boyfriend tried to connect the dots; figure out what could be wrong - and suddenly it fell like scales from his eyes... The pictures. The photoshoot.

"Y/N..." He spoke your name with his deep, velvety - but hushed voice; addressing you gently. "Is this about the photo shooting I did with Ivy today?" Her name upon his lips caused the tears to fall even more. "Please... My love... Talk to me," the Brit literally begged; tongue playing nervously with his black labret piercing.

You looked then up at him; eyes swollen and red due to all the crying. "Don't... Don't call m-me that..." You whispered; shaking your head. "Don't call you what?" "L-Love... D-Darling..." "But why? You are my love and you certainly are my darling." You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head again. "'M not worthy." Your boyfriend frowned. "Not worthy?" You nodded, "Of your love. Of you." and shed another few tears. "You deserve someone better, Thomas." The way you rolled his full name over your tongue left a bitter feeling behind. It sounded so wrong to him.

"It's okay if you're going to leave me for a woman who is smarter. Prettier. I can't force you to stay. Even if I wanted to. You are free to go." The words caused a stinging pain to shoot through your heart, like you've been just pierced by a knife. Your whole body was shaking; trying somehow to compromise the heartbreak.

Unbeknownst to you, was Tom looking at you like he had just seen a ghost. He was literally speechless; couldn't believe what he had just heard. His heart ached and screamed; suffering with you. "Y/N... How... How can you say something like... like that?" He needed a moment to find his ability to speak again. Tom knew about your insecurities and fears and he had witnessed them playing with your mind more than once, but that... That was a whole other level. He had never seen you like that - and it shook him to the core.

"Why should I ever leave you? I-" You interrupted him. "Because you can't waste your time on me!" "Waste... Waste my time on you?" That was it. He needed to stop this. Shaking his head and reaching out his hands, he slowly lifted your chin with his fingers, before he cupped both your cheeks; gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/N..." He spoke - again, in that deep, velvety voice, which lulled you easily to sleep at night; having such a calming effect on you. "Look at me, please." You did what he asked you to and looked up into his baby blues - which were clouded with tears.

"My sweet, beautiful girl... I'd never... NEVER waste my time on you. Neither would I ever leave you. I don't want somebody else. I don't need somebody else. All I ever wanted is you." Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as you spoke up again. "But-" "No, my love..." Tom interrupted you this time, before you were able to say something bad about yourself again. "Please listen to what I have to say. Don't listen to the voices in your head. They are wrong. I am not out of your league. You are out of my league. When I walked through that studio door, down the hall for the very first time and saw you there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such beauty before. You literally swept me off my feet - and definitely not just with your good looks. You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. I had a hard time playing it cool."

You were still gazing in his eyes, listening to his every word. "It pains me thoroughly to hear how ill you speak of yourself, because you are the prettiest, smartest, sexiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest- Do you want me to keep going?" For the first time since hours darted a small smile over your lips. You couldn't help it. Tom noticed, of course. "Ah! I saw that, my love! I saw that!" He exclaimed like a happy little boy, who had just walked into a candy store.

He smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead. You felt the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. When he pulled back and gazed at you again, you saw that a tear was rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts and I promise you, I'll never leave you. You are enough. You are more than I ever dreamed of." You nodded, trying desperately to believe him. "Are those voices quiet now?" "A-Almost..." He shook his head. "Now, now, we can't have that. I must eliminate them from your sweet, creative mind. I can't keep on letting them poison the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."

Your heart literally skipped a beat at that sentence.

Tom leaned towards you again and kissed you repeatedly on the lips; whispering countless 'I love you's' in between - like a preacher a prayer in the church.

The voices in your head really disappeared and at some point, you broke out into giggles. "Tommy! I-" Kiss. "I need to-" Kiss. "Breathe!" Kiss. "I need to breathe!" Your boyfriend stopped then, chuckling softly and watching how you took a few deep breaths. "Was my mission successful?" You nodded; smiling up at him. "Voices gone?" "Voices gone." You shuffled; moved towards Tom and snuggled into his awaiting arms. "Thank you, Tommy... And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you and-" He interrupted you once more.

"Shush, baby. It's all good." He moved to sit on the floor beside you, then pulled you into his arms; making you sit onto his lap. Tom cuddled you close; not letting go. You accepted his touch and the comforting position; cuddled close and just enjoyed the moment.

"Did you feel that way because of the photoshoot?" Tom asked after a while. You nodded, "Uh.Huh. Seeing Ivy on those pics, having her hands all over you and giving you those 'Fuck me' eyes unleashed the insecurities in my brain." Your boyfriend nodded; interlacing your fingers with his. "I should've said no. I should've known..." You immediately shook your hand, "No, Tommy. You couldn't know. You did your job." and traced the tattoo on his arm with your free hand. "I just let Ivy get into my head..."

You felt how Tom's soft, warm lips pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. "Well, I won't let her do that again, baby."

[watermelonsugacry]

Y/ns insta post idea for harrys house anniv…

She would post a reel of all the cute behind the scenes moments of the album recorded on film camera or her phone...h and her getting all domestic and how the album was made in the quarantine…

She would actually make a piano acoustic mashup just for this occasion including all the songs from the album..and post it on the reel!!💕😍

she definitely would!! here are some of the clips she would include:

There would be a clip of YN from behind as she rides her bike. They're riding along their private villa down through the beautiful greenery where grapes grow. She adorns in a flowy sundress and her hair waves softly behind her.

Harry's in the recording booth at YN's home studio, clad in a white tank top that nicely shows off all his tattoos and tanned skin. After pushing one side of the studio headphones behind his ear, he squints his eyes shut and his nose scrunches up as he hits a high note.

Loads of small clips of the production team dancing in her home studio: While Tyler messes with the various sliders on her huge studio console, Harry frames his face with his hands with an over-emotional look on his face. The next one is of Kid and Harry shimmying on an uncomfortable-looking Mitch (who still manages to break out into a laugh). Another plays of YN on her knees, leaning back as she dramatically plays the air guitar in the middle of the room.

When the team was in Italy, YN records from her spot seated at the outside patio table as they all raise and click together their glasses of wine.

YN has her phone propped up on one of the music sheet stands as she's in the recording booth. The microphone covers a bit of her face from the way the camera is angled and she has a pair of chunky studio headphones on. She pulls away from the mesh-covered microphone, her gaze set on the people behind the glass as her nose scrunches up in a giggle.

Sitting on opposite ends of the couch, YN slightly peaks her phone over the top of the romance novel she's reading to Harry. They sit facing each other, her bare legs lay over his as they indulge in some reading. He's only dressed in loose shorts, leaving his top half have delicately bare. Too engrossed in his own book to notice, he continues to softly caress her shins with one hand as the other holds up his paperback.

In the passenger seat, YN records the side view mirrors. She captures how her hair gets pushed back from the wind, Harry's yellow sunglasses sit on the bridge of her nose, and the sea beside the highway is seen in the background.

With her film camera propped up, she pushes Harry to stand in front of their house in Italy. But before she can go to her spot behind the camera, he pulls her back to him for a kiss. She's quickly pulling back as giggles tumble past her lips from how ticklish his mustache is. He doesn't let up his grip on her though as he continues to pepper kisses over her cheeks and neck.

Sitting in the recording room together, YN records Mitch from her spot on the floor. After taking a hit, he passes the blunt back to her. When he stands back up-right, he adjusts his studio headphones, playfully flips her off before he begins to play his electric guitar. Only her hand comes into view, showing off her middle finger back to him as she aggressively shakes the camera.

Tyler, Kid, Mitch, and Harry all move around YN's kitchen as they whip up breakfast. Everyone crowds around each other as they all gather and pass around plates, cereal boxes, and hot pans.

Harry records his love from his spot on the couch in her living room in LA. YN sits on her knees before him with black gloves on and a tattoo gun in hand. He captures how she pinches her brows together in concentration as she writes the word oui above his knee before wiping away the excess ink with a paper towel.

The last clip that plays is a bit longer than the rest. The five of them (Tyler, Mitch, Harry, YN and Kid) sit in front of the studio panel as they have the final listen of the completed album. When Love Of My Life finishes, they all look at one another in accomplishment. YN pulls the end of her sleeve over her hand and wipes away the happy tears that had run down her cheeks before standing up with the rest of the team to hug everyone.

SINCE 2010 masterlist

[bgharison]

I whish you would write a fic where Steve gets a tattoo on his thigh that makes Danny cry when he sees it, what emotion causes his crying is up to you.

Steve wasn't a vain person. He'd collected dozens of scars over the years, and took them all in stride. The long incision from the liver transplant held more meaning to him than he had wanted to examine closely for a while.

But the scar on his leg from the drone bullet -- for some reason, that one bugged him. It hadn't healed well; although his almost immediate return to active duty probably hadn't helped. It was jagged and uneven, and while most of his scars healed and then tanned, blending in with his skin, this one didn't. It stayed silver-white, standing out in contrast against his skin, kissed golden by the sun.

Or maybe it was just a reminder that technology was fast out-pacing what he understood of combat.

At any rate, he'd decided to cover the scar with some fresh ink.

Or maybe it was an excuse to indelibly mark something precious to him onto his skin before it slipped away.

The ink had healed completely by the time he found his way back to Oahu. Well, almost completely. It still itched, just a little bit. He hadn't been gone that long -- turns out that the peace he needed all along was, ironically, found in the most chaotic person he'd ever known.

There was music playing; it sounded vaguely familiar, like 80s soft rock. Amazing smells were wafting from the kitchen all the way to the porch. He picked up the earthy scent of tomato, the sharp tang of aged cheese. There was no barking when his footfalls landed on the aged wood, so Eddie was probably with Junior.

He was suddenly nervous. Should he knock? On his own door? Fuck that. He hadn't flown halfway back around the world to lose his nerve now. The door handle turned unhindered and didn't even squeak when he pushed it open.

Danny must have oiled the hinges.

He dropped his duffle with a resounding thud and headed to the kitchen.

Danny turned slowly away from the stove.

"Steve?" he breathed, wiping his hands on a towel and tossing it aside.

"I'm home," Steve said. And he couldn't take it another second, he had to wrap his arms around Danny now. Nothing else mattered.

If Danny's grip on him was any indication, they were on the same page.

"God, I missed you," Steve murmured against Danny's temple. "I was stupid to leave."

Danny pulled back, holding Steve's biceps and looking him over. "You okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, no," Steve shook his head. He brushed his fingers over Danny's shoulder, along his jaw, images of Danny covered in blood flashing through his mind. "You? You're okay?"

"Physical therapy still, but yeah, everything is -- never mind. Come'ere." And he pulled Steve back into a crushing hug. "I lied when I said I was okay with you leaving."

"I'm no good without you, Danny," Steve said. "I meant it when I said that I loved you. I just -- I've always meant it, but I didn't -- I think --" He hadn't prepared for this at all. Once he'd realized that Danny was everything, everything, to him, he had been single-minded in his determination to get home. To get to Danny.

"I waited for you, you Neanderthal animal," Danny said. He looked up at Steve, his blue eyes so fond, but there was a spark there that Steve was pretty sure he would have noticed before.

"Danny," he whispered. "You're it for me. You don't have to feel the same, but while I was gone, I realized that home is where you are. Nothing makes sense without you. Is there any chance that you --"

And then Danny was wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him down and in and oh. Oh. There was a damn good chance, apparently.

There was a blur of lips and teeth, of tangled limbs and discarded clothes. It was everything Steve had dared imagine and more.

"I had planned on asking you out on an actual date," Steve said, "and suggesting we take things slow."

"We've been dating for ten years, Steven. Any slower and we'd be too old to --"

"Speak for yourself," Steve said, indignant. He propped up on an elbow and looked down at Danny, delightfully disheveled and tangled in the sheets. He probed gentle fingers along the pink scar tissue on Danny's shoulder. A few inches off and it could have his his carotid, his heart.

"Hey," Danny said, brushing away the tear that had escaped before Steve even realized it. "Hey, I'm okay. I'm right here."

"Thank God," Steve said. He rolled back, pulling Danny with him, tangling their legs together. The movement pulled the sheet away to reveal the blue-green ink on his thigh, the simple outline of a sea turtle.

"I caught a glimpse of this earlier," Danny said, propping himself up to get a better look. "That . . . why does that look familiar?"

"It was, ah, the design on the card that Gracie and Charlie made for me, you know. When we did the liver transplant."

"It hung on the bulletin board in our room," Danny said quietly. "And then on your refrigerator. I noticed it was gone when you left."

"I took it with me," Steve said.

"You . . . you took my kids' card with you?" Danny murmured. "And decided you wanted it . . ."

"I wanted it to be part of me forever," Steve said. "I want you, Danny, for the rest of our lives."

"It's what I saw, you know, when we were in quarantine and I got shot," Danny said. "Us. Together. Grace, getting married on your beach. Charlie, graduating from the academy."

Now it was Steve brushing the tears away as they fell from Danny's eyes, splashing hot against Steve's neck.

"I think I knew, then, on some level," Danny said, "how I felt about you."

"I'm so sorry it took me so long," Steve said.

Danny choked out a half-laugh, half-sob. "Well, we got here. That's what matters. And Steve?"

"Yeah?" he answered, hands still moving over Danny's face reverently, absently.

"There's something I should tell you."

"Mmm?"

"I think Junior is here with Eddie."

Special thanks to someone who wrote a post about Steve and Danny's first time being emotional, even tearful. I can't find the post, but that idea stuck with me and combined with the ask perfectly. Edited to add thanks to @ellena-asg for finding the post for me:

[anabellapenrose]

FULL NAME: Anabella Penrose

FACECLAIM: Levy Tran

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 39, 15th of June

LENGTH OF TIME IN FAIRFORD: 20 years

HOUSING: Own apartment in Downtown.

OCCUPATION: Tattoo artist at Ink studio.

PERSONALITY: + responsible, intelligent, polite, honest - impatient, stubborn, impulsive, picky

DIGGING DEEPER  

“What’s it like, living in Fairford? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”

"It's been years since I came here - 20 to be precise. I just want to tell that this town helped me so much in the ways I couldn't imagine. I like everything about this town : people, food, my job. It's been amazing so far and I definitely see myself retired here in 20+ years.

“If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?”

"Well, for me that would definitely be Gardens of Japan. It's amazing experience and I would recommend it for every new person who comes in town.

“What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?”

"My daughter is with me as she is 20 years old. I have connections with my parents, we are mostly video chatting. I have also one brother and one sister who I am talking to on almost daily basis.

“We’ve all had our fair share of shit hit the fan and moments in the sun — tell me about a defining moment in your life, good or bad.”

"The best moment of my life definitely was when I had my daughter. I am so happy to have her, regredless the past I have with her father. Whoever says kids are not a real bless, they are so wrong. They really are."

BIOGRAPHY

Anabella was born in Los Angeles, with father Japanesse and mother who's American. Even back then, her father was the owner of Japanesse resturant he opened. They were doing quite well and Bella had quite peaceful and good childhood. Bella is the middle child and she was always close with her brother and sister. They were protecting each other all the time and share almost every secret they have.

Anabella was excellent during her school days and she was always showing how artistic she is. She was also playing the piano as well as dance classes. Bella was always a perfecionist and she liked to do things in the way they should be done. But that wasn't always the case, and to this day, Bella has indeed some regrets.

She met few years older guy when she was 18 and she fell for him so hard. He was very gentle and kind and she thought she is going to spend the rest of her life with him. How wrong was she. After some time, she found out that she was pregnant. Bella was over the moon, thinking how they will share the life. Then everything fell apart as she found out that he was married and had 3 year old son.

It crushed Bella's world and she thought she couldn't bare with that. Pregnancy wasn't the problem, her embarrassment was. She was the other woman he probably never loved. Bella then decided to have a life somewhere else, with her child on a way. She moved to Fairford. Bella is now living in Fairford for 20 years and she couldn't be happier. She has a beautiful daughter and works as a tattoo artist. Only thing that is bothering her is that he is going to find her. She had a good reason, but was it smart to not to tell him he became a father? Even though it's not like she is afraid of him finding out, it is called being conscious.

EXTRA

Place of birth : LA

Horoscope sign : Gemini

Sexuality : Bi

Likes : cigarettes, tattoos, coffee, tea, good wine, cocktails, sea, swimming, hanging out with friends, good food

Dislikes : liars, bad weather, lazy people, olives, crabs.

WANTED CONNECTION

ex

friends

friends with benefits

co-workers

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Animal Tattoo Designs | Ace Tattooz & Art Studio

In reality, humanity has been portraying animals in art since ancient times in order to express complex cultural-rooted meanings. From cave paintings of 20,000 years ago to comic strips of the 21st century, these pictures are surrounded and mirrored by several different concepts. The main reason for animal tattoo designs was to build a personality or to show up their inner self as the tattoos. Individuals accept that getting an animal tattoo designs would show them as a sort of animal, comparatively like lion horse bear, feline and creatures had their own emblematic trademark, a so are we re-adding these creature tattoos in this period mark your personality through the tattoos.

Wild creatures and animals are quite possibly the most famous subject for inking. Typically, every single creature represents a specific inclination, feeling or limit, which makes it a top pick of tattoo-lovers. Regardless of whether you are a male or a female, you can continuously get your much-adored creature inked on your most wonderful body part. In the astonishing compilation of a portion of the handpicked animal tattoo designs, you will track down a variety of uplifting as well as lovely animal tattoo designs which are collaborated with the vocation of the energetic creatures

“An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language” -Martin Buber

Natural world tattoos appear to be portraits of animals or flowers rather than a general landscape, while the great outdoors often feature as a backdrop in large parts. Animal tattoo designs are an obvious choice for the tattoo lover who wants a lasting memento of a lost pet, or who seeks empowerment through a totem animal whose energy can be channelled to gain insight and enlightenment. Some ancient tribes (and indigenous Americans to this day) claimed that each human being was born with an animal spirit guide (the word ‘animal’ derives from the Latina ‘anima,’ meaning soul) from which the power of knowledge could be obtained.

However, you do need to know what they mean first. If you’re not sure which animal tattoo designs would better represent you, check out this set of tattoos with animal symbols, complete with explanations and stories behind each sense. If you’re a lover of animals and are looking for a pretty cool tattoo, then an elephant is a good choice for animal tattoo design. Such mammals not only served humans across history and throughout nations but also became a source of inspiration because of their distinctive characteristics. These symbolize power, honour, and resilience in some cultures.

It is more than logical to associate birds tattoos to the element of air. Our ancestors believed that they were the mediators between heaven and earth, between people and gods. That is why passed-away human souls were often portrayed as flying birds.

WOLF: The wolf stands, above all, for loyalty, greed and destruction. In Japan, they dedicate wolf shrines to protect their crops against boars and deer. In Roman mythology, wolves are used in the Bible to symbolize greed and death. The wolf is like a dog- loyal to many people, and designed to defend.

DOLPHINS: Many people have strong emotional links to these sea creatures, making them a common choice for tattoos. Tattoos of dolphins stand for peace, fellowship, playfulness and equality. This would make a perfect choice for animal tattoo designs..

Some ethnographic and anthropological work shows that animal tattoo designs are common in the world. Some scientists claim that the ancient totemic beliefs evolved from this tradition. Totemism reflects a supernatural connection to a spirit-being, such as an animal or plant thought to be an ancestor of a person or a social group; it consists of both religious and social aspects, which are equally essential and intertwined. To Read Full Blog Visit - Animal Tattoo Designs | Ace Tattooz & Art Studio

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The Imaginativeness of Minneapolis Tattoo Specialists: Dominating Ink at Sea Blue Tattoo

Minneapolis, a city prestigious for its lively culture and imaginative soul, harbors a flourishing local area of tattoo fans. At the core of this scene lies a framework of gifted tattoo craftsmen, whose dominance over ink changes bodies into living materials. Among them, Sea Blue Tattoo stands apart as a signal of innovativeness and craftsmanship.

Making Personality: The Job of a Tattoo Craftsman

Tattoos have developed past  simple body decoration; they currently act as strong articulations of character and individual story. Minneapolis tattoo craftsman figure out this importance, going about as overseers of individual stories. Each stroke Tattoo Shop Minneapolis of their needles winds around a story, deifying recollections, convictions, and interests underneath the skin.

Meet the Maestros: Focus on Minneapolis Tattoo Craftsmen

In the different scene of Minneapolis ink, various craftsmen sparkle with unmistakable styles and strengths. From perplexing blackwork to dynamic watercolor plans, these craftsmans take care of a range of tastes and inclinations. Among them, Sea Blue Tattoo's program flaunts gifts like:

Elena Rodriguez: Prestigious for her amazing authenticity and many-sided detail work, Rodriguez rejuvenates representations with uncanny accuracy.

Kai Morgan: An expert of mathematical examples and consecrated calculation, Morgan's plans reverberate with otherworldly imagery and enormous concordance.

Jasper Lee: With a propensity for neo-conventional themes, Lee mixes exemplary History of the U.S with a cutting edge curve, making immortal pieces that get through the ages.

Respecting Custom: Minneapolis Tattoo Culture

Minneapolis' tattoo culture draws Minneapolis Tattoo Artist from a rich embroidery of customs, mixing impacts from different imaginative developments and worldwide inking rehearses. From the memorable meaning of native body craftsmanship to the contemporary combination of styles, the city's ink scene flourishes with development and inclusivity.

Past the Needle: People group and Association

Tattoo studios like Sea Blue Tattoo act as something beyond spots of imaginative creation; they encourage networks based on shared energy and common regard. Here, clients track down talented craftsmen as well as an inviting space where they can share stories, track down fortitude, and commend their independence.

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Top 10 Must-Visit Attractions in Canggu, Bali

Canggu, a small yet vibrant beach town in Bali, has emerged as a top destination for travelers. Known for its stunning beaches, vibrant culture, and unique attractions, it offers a blend of adventure, relaxation, and cultural experiences. Here's a guide to the top 10 must-visit attractions in Canggu.

1. Echo Beach

Echo Beach, famous for its world-class surf breaks, is a surfer's paradise. Its long stretch of sand and high waves attract surfers from around the globe. The beach also boasts a lively atmosphere, with beachfront bars and restaurants where you can enjoy a sunset meal or drink.

2. Batu Bolong Beach

Batu Bolong Beach is another gem in Canggu. It's perfect for those who prefer a more relaxed beach experience. The beach has a more laid-back vibe, with yoga classes and beachside cafes. It's an ideal spot for watching surfers or enjoying a leisurely swim.

3. Tanah Lot Temple

No visit to Canggu is complete without seeing the iconic Tanah Lot Temple. Perched on a rock formation in the sea, this Hindu temple is one of Bali's most sacred sites. Visitors can explore the temple and enjoy the breathtaking views, especially during sunset.

4. Samadi Bali Market

Samadi Bali Market offers a glimpse into the local lifestyle. It's a hub for organic produce and artisan crafts. Here, you can find fresh fruits, homemade goods, and unique souvenirs. The market also hosts yoga classes and wellness workshops.

5. Canggu Club

Canggu Club is a premier entertainment and sporting venue. It offers facilities like a water park, tennis courts, and a fitness center. The club is a perfect place for families, with activities that cater to all ages.

6. Finns Beach Club

For a luxurious beach experience, Finns Beach Club is the place to be. With its infinity pools, swim-up bars, and DJ sets, it provides a glamorous beach club atmosphere. It's a great spot to unwind and enjoy Bali's tropical vibes.

7. The Practice Yoga Studio

Yoga enthusiasts will love The Practice. This studio offers classes in a serene setting, perfect for enhancing your yoga journey. The studio caters to all levels, from beginners to advanced practitioners.

8. Jalan Pantai Berawa

Jalan Pantai Berawa is a bustling street lined with trendy cafes and shops. It's a great place to explore on foot, offering a mix of local and international cuisines. Don't miss the chance to try some of Bali's famous coffee here.

9. Canggu's Street Art

Canggu's streets are adorned with vibrant street art, reflecting Bali's rich artistic culture. Take a walk through the alleyways and be amazed by the colorful murals and graffiti. It's a free, open-air gallery that showcases local and international artists.

10. Canggu Ink Club

For a truly unique souvenir, visit the Canggu Ink Club, a renowned tattoo shop in Canggu. Here, skilled artists can immortalize your Bali memories with a custom-designed tattoo. It's a perfect way to carry a piece of Bali with you forever.

Canggu, with its mix of natural beauty, cultural richness, and modern amenities, offers something for everyone. From the adrenaline of surfing to the tranquility of yoga, and from cultural landmarks to modern attractions, Canggu is a destination that will leave you with unforgettable memories.

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Humpback whale and calf piece by Alex Hennerley.

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Post-canon universe where Mary ends up becoming a tattoo artist.

It starts when Ed winds up visiting the Bonnet household. Maybe he went there after Stede’s “death” only to learn that the Gentleman Pirate is out looking for him. Maybe this is post-reunion and they’ve just popped by to check on the kids. Whatever the reason, Ed ends up hitting it off with Mary and is particularly enamored with her art studio because holy shit you did the lighthouse painting!

He needs a version of that on his body. Now.

And Mary is like, I’m sorry, Mr. Blackbeard sir, but the human body is a slightly different canvas from what I’m used to and I’ve never—

But Ed is already waving her off. You think pirates know what the fuck they’re doing either? Nah. You get a buddy sloshed on rum, promise him it’s gonna look great, tattoo something on his ass, and then keep out of reach when he first sees it in a shaving mirror. It looks like shit. Of course it does! But then you do it to someone else and it looks a little less shitty. Then again and again until hey, that’s some talent right there! So go to town. Can’t look any worse than what Izzy first put on his back.

By this point Ed has hopped up onto a table and pulled a kit seemingly out of nowhere. He’s also got his shirt off—this is fine—and Mary has to admit, some of his tats really are awful. Not all of them! But enough that she can precisely pick out where some drunk sailor was trying out a needle for the first time. And yeah, she could easily justify this through fear, telling herself that it’s not like she can say no to the intimidating, legendary Blackbeard. Dating Stede or not, the guy could slash her throat in an instant. Actually, dating Stede is a mark against any mental stability.

The reality though is that it isn’t fear that convinces her. Mary just looks at the spots of crappy ink and thinks, Fuck. I could do better than that.

So she does. 

Mary might not know tattooing yet, but she’s got an eye for art and she picks up the mechanics quickly. At her request Alma brings in a bottle of something far nicer than rum—casting an interested look towards the pirate that reminds Mary, with a trickle of worry, that she always was her father’s daughter—and they spend a surprisingly pleasant afternoon with Mary experimenting and Ed commenting on her paintings. Is that flower a vagina, Mary? Yes it is, god, no one else gets that!

Mary tattoos a lighthouse onto Ed’s arm, entwining it with one of his tentacles. It’s nothing fancy, but Ed leaves the Bonnet household pleased as fucking punch.

Which means, of course, that a few months later Stede shows back up (in a terrible disguise) begging her to give him his own lighthouse on the opposite arm.

Stede Bonnet, are you really asking for the symbol of our now defunct marriage after you left me, came back, came out as gay, and then had the gall to fall in love with the most dangerous pirate on the seven seas?

…Yes?

Yeah, alright, fine. Get on the table.

Mary has been practicing since she last saw Ed, discovering that she loves the permanence of tattooing—putting her art on a moving canvas; a part of someone’s very identity, not just their home. Though it’s hardly considered good form in their community, she even managed to find a tutor after promising Doug that she wouldn’t fall in love with this one. Or if she does, she’s not going to throw him over for the new guy. You should really talk to Stede’s friend Lucius, Doug. He has fantastic ideas about the whole thing.

Stede tells Mary all about their lighthouse fuckery while she works and she finds that this story is a damn bit more romantic than their awkward wedding vows. In the end, this lighthouse is far more detailed than Ed’s, with steadier lines and a bit of shading, and Mary can’t help but think that it fits their personalities quite well. Stede is so happy he forgets himself and plants an exuberant kiss on Mary’s cheek. She just laughs.

From there other members of The Revenge show up when it’s safe for them to sneak into town, all of them wanting ink from a member of their Captain’s family. Their family, now. After she’s given Jim a pair of crossed knives and Oluwande a small orange tree on his back; Frenchie a recreation of his lute and the Swede the notes of his favorite song, word starts to spread to other crews. Wherever The Revenge goes they show off their ink. Even when they don’t, Mary’s developing a style that’s noticeable in any tavern or seedy alleyway—far nicer work than what anyone else has got.

The first time an unknown pirate shows up on their doorstep in the dead of night, Mary very nearly stabs him with one of the knives Jim gifted her. She whisper-yells at the poor bastard about manners and coming during business hours, really, what is wrong with you? After a sheepish apology, she brews an obscene amount of coffee and inks a child’s portrait onto the man’s arm. It’s by far the most challenging tat she’s done to date and somewhere around 4:00am, bleary-eyed and energized, Mary thinks that she’ll never want to do anything else again.

More pirates come after that. Doug worries. Mary reassures. As a compromise, she starts taking clients while her widow group meets. The presences of nine or so women who have nothing to lose—alongside Evelyn glaring from the corner—is more than enough to keep even the toughest ruffian in line.

Which isn’t to say that every client is a good experience. Oh no. Mary learns and more importantly, she listens, figuring out which pirates have beef with an ally of The Revenge, or who would sooner sell out their own than part with a single coin. On the truly worrisome visitors, the ones who do nothing to endear themselves during the long session or any of the repeat visits, Mary adds a small flower to their designs. Just her signature, she assures them, but everyone on The Revenge knows that it’s a message: don’t trust this one, watch your back.

Most though are surprisingly pleasant to spend time with. Sweethearts just dealing with a fair bit of trauma, as her ex-husband might say. When they thank her and try to press purses into her hand, Mary just shakes her head. It’s not like she needs the money. Instead, she draws out promises that they’ll do right by The Revenge and its co-captains, should they ever cross paths. When her family visits, Mary hears many tales about the crews that unexpectedly assisted during a tough raid, offered a good deal on supplies, bought them all drinks when they came into port.

Mary is the laughingstock of the town. She’s the woman whose husband ran out on her to become a criminal and then didn’t even have the decency to stay away, instead dying in a thoroughly tactless fashion. She’s the woman who gave up a lucrative painting career to instead take up a lowlife’s art form—if it could even be called such—with all manner of scoundrels calling on her. She’ll end badly, wait and see.

Mary is beloved by the pirate community. She’s the darling of Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate, more than capable of holding her own with both. She’s the woman whose ink you want etched into your skin—always safe to visit, always compassionate, and unspeakably talented. She’ll go far, wait and see.

Of course, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Mary teaches Louis how to draw and makes Alma promise that she’ll finish her education before following her father to sea; she takes Doug to bed each night and with his encouragement visits Evelyn many afternoons. She’s happy.

Shockingly, so is everyone else. Mary isn’t entirely sure what to make of the waspish man who shows up on her doorstep one afternoon, but he’s easily recognizable based on Stede and Ed’s descriptions. Israel Hands has just three tattoos: the ace of spades to mark his time in the Navy, the swallow for a well-traveled pirate, and a lopsided cross on his cheek that Mary almost asks about, before thinking better of it.

He wants a fourth tattoo. A lighthouse on the back of his neck.

It’s been a long time since Mary first started tattooing. It’s not that she forgot about her previous lighthouses, of course not, but any additional meaning doesn’t register as she works up a design to show Izzy. After all, he’s a sailor. A pirate. Most of them want something to connect them to the sea and there are only so many objects that do that.

The placement is a bit odd though. Mary warns him that he’ll have to keep his hair short for the tattoo to show, shaving the fine hairs regularly. Izzy just grunts and mutters for her to get to it. Mary doesn’t realize the significance of him allowing her to hold a razor to his neck, in his blind-spot no less. At this point, she’s considered an extension of the only two allowed to do the same.

This lighthouse is perfect. After years of work Mary is easily able to navigate the muscles in Izzy’s neck; the thin scar that—she shivers—is just a little too close to his jugular. Mary knows how to make her art catch the eye when Izzy stands tall and how to keep it from looking absurd whenever he twists his head. She doesn’t know this man well, but Mary senses that this piece should be meticulous and detailed, not a single line out of place. So she pours everything into the image, holding Izzy steady with a grip he doesn’t flinch from.

It's only months later, when the family comes back to visit, that Mary realizes what she’s helped accomplish. Izzy stands between his two captains and from the back she sees that all the lighthouses are balanced, like the top of a nautical star.

Oh, Mary thinks as Ed slips a hand onto the small of Izzy’s back; Izzy leans his shoulder into Stede’s. There it is. 

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Animal Tattoo Designs | Ace Tattooz & Art Studio

In reality, humanity has been portraying animals in art since ancient times in order to express complex cultural-rooted meanings. From cave paintings of 20,000 years ago to comic strips of the 21st century, these pictures are surrounded and mirrored by several different concepts. The main reason for animal tattoo designs was to build a personality or to show up their inner self as the tattoos. Individuals accept that getting an animal tattoo designs would show them as a sort of animal, comparatively like lion horse bear, feline and creatures had their own emblematic trademark, a so are we re-adding these creature tattoos in this period mark your personality through the tattoos.

Wild creatures and animals are quite possibly the most famous subject for inking. Typically, every single creature represents a specific inclination, feeling or limit, which makes it a top pick of tattoo-lovers. Regardless of whether you are a male or a female, you can continuously get your much-adored creature inked on your most wonderful body part. In the astonishing compilation of a portion of the handpicked animal tattoo designs, you will track down a variety of uplifting as well as lovely animal tattoo designs which are collaborated with the vocation of the energetic creatures

“An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language” -Martin Buber

Natural world tattoos appear to be portraits of animals or flowers rather than a general landscape, while the great outdoors often feature as a backdrop in large parts. Animal tattoo designs are an obvious choice for the tattoo lover who wants a lasting memento of a lost pet, or who seeks empowerment through a totem animal whose energy can be channelled to gain insight and enlightenment. Some ancient tribes (and indigenous Americans to this day) claimed that each human being was born with an animal spirit guide (the word ‘animal’ derives from the Latina ‘anima,’ meaning soul) from which the power of knowledge could be obtained.

However, you do need to know what they mean first. If you’re not sure which animal tattoo designs would better represent you, check out this set of tattoos with animal symbols, complete with explanations and stories behind each sense. If you’re a lover of animals and are looking for a pretty cool tattoo, then an elephant is a good choice for animal tattoo design. Such mammals not only served humans across history and throughout nations but also became a source of inspiration because of their distinctive characteristics. These symbolize power, honour, and resilience in some cultures.

It is more than logical to associate birds tattoos to the element of air. Our ancestors believed that they were the mediators between heaven and earth, between people and gods. That is why passed-away human souls were often portrayed as flying birds.

WOLF: The wolf stands, above all, for loyalty, greed and destruction. In Japan, they dedicate wolf shrines to protect their crops against boars and deer. In Roman mythology, wolves are used in the Bible to symbolize greed and death. The wolf is like a dog- loyal to many people, and designed to defend.

DOLPHINS: Many people have strong emotional links to these sea creatures, making them a common choice for tattoos. Tattoos of dolphins stand for peace, fellowship, playfulness and equality. This would make a perfect choice for animal tattoo designs..

Some ethnographic and anthropological work shows that animal tattoo designs are common in the world. Some scientists claim that the ancient totemic beliefs evolved from this tradition. Totemism reflects a supernatural connection to a spirit-being, such as an animal or plant thought to be an ancestor of a person or a social group; it consists of both religious and social aspects, which are equally essential and intertwined.

Totem item is thought to give its owner double favor. The first point to the spiritual connection with an animal and, above all, they help to unite separate individuals. These animal tattoo designs may be of overwhelmingly diverse meaning. For many people covering their bodies with an animal tattoo is the way to tell the world about their beliefs and their passions. Often, depending on time and culture a single animal will represent a handful of ideas. Many who opt for animal tattoo designs usually select an animal design based on its context. Look at the list below of well-known animal symbols; you might find some that resonate with you. We are also one of the best semi permanent makeup training academy in Mumbai

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