#the colours in the original photos were a bit washed out

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Castell Carreg Cenne // Cennen Rock Castle 

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tour de fleece (crash)

ok, so the tour de fleece ended, and i...did not do so great. i did really well for the first bit, and then we went to sheep and wool. and sheep and wool was amazing and delightful and i had an amazing time, but also: i'm disabled, and the crash from putting out that much energy was, uh, intense. i basically couldn't do anything for a week, and even spinning on my eel wheel in bed was too much to manage.

so i didn't. i picked up over the weekend, the last two days of the tour, and (very slowly) managed to spin some lovely rambouillet that i think will stay a singles—we'll see what it looks like after it's had a week to chill out on the bobbin.

(yeah, there's a couple little pigtaily bits, but (1) i literally finished the spin about thirty seconds before taking this photo, and (2) i prefer to spin at very low tension for most things, so it doesn't always wind on evenly. i suspect they'll go away.)

i'm not thrilled about how this ended for me, but when i made my tour de fleece plans, we hadn't decided to go to bendigo yet, so they were sort of overly ambitious. i also, uh, thought that the tour de fleece ran the entirety of july, and not just the first three weeks? so i thought that i had more time that i did, right until i started seeing people posting about the final stretch and went WAIT WHAT?

goals (link to original) and how they went:

spin a chunky yarn. i absolutely did not do this, and didn't even really think about it. i may just...keep not doing it. i still don't enjoy chunky yarns. maybe that's fine.

spin a singles yarn. see above! this one actually worked out ok, i think. i'm pretty sure it's going to stay a singles, and at minimum, it could stay a singles if i wanted it to.

spin some sock yarn. i didn't expect to finish this in july, but actually, yes i did! unwashed, it's about 25 wpi, which i'm pleased with. (it'll puff up some, but it's fairly firm, so i think not a ton.) unfortunately, i once again succumbed to the fallacy that i knit socks from 100g of commercial yarn, so 100g of fibre should be plenty for socks! it. is not. i think that washed up, i'll have about 225m, which might be enough for like, ankle socks. i'm gonna try, anyhow, but next time i say the words 'spinning for socks', someone please remind me that i want to spin at least 150g.

spin a breed i've never spun before. not a breed, and not much of it, but i actually did spin some bamboo fibre this month, and that's the first time i spun it and it wasn't a blend, so i think that counts.

spin this chunk of polwarth i dyed a few weeks back and am desperate to get my hands into. this was a just-for-fun addition that i absolutely did not get to, and am mad about. it's probably what i'm spinning next.

dye some wool in colours i don't usually use—the red-orange-yellow end of things. this was meant to be my second dye of the month, but didn't happen—the spin above is from fibre i dyed a couple years ago. i think it'll still happen in the near future, as my kid picked up a spindle at sheep and wool, and they fuckin love orange.

dye something brightly coloured. this one happened! i dyed some grey and white merino into a vivid purple. i'm thinking about blending in a little silk and sparkle.

make 20 rolags with hand cards. hahaha ha hahahaha no. i think i made four. the rolags will continue until the rolags improve, but i did not meet this goal even a little

stretch goals:

spin a four ply. surprisingly, yes! the sock yarn mentioned above is four ply, and i'm pretty pleased with it. i would, obviously, be more pleased if i'd remembered the whole density issue, but it's a very consistent four-ply sock weight, so i'm calling it a win.

spin a textured yarn. i did not do this. maybe later? maybe not, honestly. i feel like i should like textured yarns and chunky yarns and art yarns, but in my heart, i just don't. i'm impressed when other people make them, but maybe that's not reason enough to make them myself.

ok, spelling it all out like that makes me feel a little less bad. at no point did i say that i couldn't combine goals, so i achieved exactly half of those things. which isn't great, but isn't as bad as i thought. maybe next year i'll remember that 'do things you don't enjoy' doesn't really make for fun challenges for yourself, too.

[peerbear]

Where Currents Meet Colour Grading from Reds to Blues to Going Crazy

Colour grading is not my forte, to say the least. I had very little idea of what I was doing and I had little practice and awareness of how to do it. I usually go into it kind of figuring it out as I go and this was no different. I found this much less enjoyable than the actual filming and went quite crazy. I went for many different looks and approaches to the film over the days that I graded it, each grade had a very different feel to it and felt like a different film almost.

Bethany and I had previously talked about blue tones for the film and when I tried it in the grade I found that this was too sad for a film about romance so I went through the entire film adding a warm reddish glow to every scene. I thought it looked great, but wanted to see what Bethany thought. Bethany came in and we went back to the previous grade and went into that. She asked me to try blue and I tried this throughout and we agreed it did not work either so in the end we found a kind of medium which lay in the correct part of the graphs indicating how much of the image you are keeping whilst still going for looks that Bethany liked and that I had become happier with in time.

I found the initial scene hard to grade because the opening shot I had chosen I leaned into all of the reflections of all of my waterproof gear, because otherwise it would not have worked. But in doing this Iris looked almost like a ghost so I tried to bring her more into reality and make Kallie's single more dreamy.

I really struggled with continuity throughout but especially in scene 2 on the beach where Kallie comes out of the water and flirts with Iris. Kallie and Iris were always lit differently due to their positioning in relation to the sun and the water. But I tried my best to make them as similar as possible. Here in the photo above I think Iris is a little too saturated and slightly cold, but this was in order to fix the sand to match Kallie's sand in her image and I think this was achieved.

The following bus scene I felt graded relatively well except for one shot of Kallie that I could not seem to desaturate in the way that I wanted to.

Following this I found this image above turned out too saturated and contrasted as well, but it seemed the best way to get it away from the reddish tones that I dived into all too deeply.

In the following scene where Iris trips, I feel the two shots are different to the singles and offer a slightly paler palette that I did not quite match.

I was very happy with the river scene as I felt Iris really glowed in that scene.

This is a shot I really like and am happy about how the grade turned out. I feel at the bridge everything had a lighter wash than in other parts of the film but I felt it matched a dreamy tone that this scene has.

The bedroom scene as I previously mentioned was a bit of a nightmare on set, but I feel it was really saved in the grade.

In what is now the final scene, as the original final scene was cut, where the girls are sitting on the shore I am overall very happy with the grade here but I feel it again does not match the rest of the film.

I do feel that my biggest mistake in the grade is the inconsistency in style. I feel every scene is almost completely different in style of grade and I hope that this won't take viewers out of the experience.

I'm not very happy with the grade overall but I am happy enough and I know I tried very hard. This is because I think I could have done better or it could be better, but with my limited knowledge I tried my best and that was all I could do. I found myself very burnt out in the grade from all the shoots and the sound design from Saint Catherines and I think this also affected what I could deliver.

What is most important, however, is that Bethany is happy and that is my goal above all else, as long as we made a film as close to what she wanted then that is what I have hoped and strived for.

[igniakino]

Mr Balloonhead Man

Art Department

I was very excited to be offered an art department role on Mr Balloonhead Man, as I thought this would be a tricky but rewarding project to be apart of. I had never done anything like this before, and the challenge of putting together the puppet-like costume was a task I took head on.

Lili (HOD production design) and I had many many ideas and tests for how Mr Ballonhead Man was going to work. We bounced around plans to make it a Talking Heads-esque suit or something with american football shoulder pads, anything with a wide base so we could balance the balloon on top of a rig of some kind. There was a lot of concern about how the balloon would stay attached and upright, so we had to think of a working system of attachment for the rig that would be safe for the actor. It was a system of trail and error, but we had so much fun trying to figure it out!

In terms of the set, I helped Lili plan out the apartment and what kind of props we wanted to be there. The idea was to have all sharp corners covered in padding, as Mr Balloonhead is deathly afraid of falling and popping, so we ordered a bunch of washing up sponges online to line any dangerous angles. We also discussed the sorts of objects he would own in his apartment to show off his personality, like adventure books and maps to show he dreams of travel and excitement or lots of family photos to show he reminisces on the safety of his past. It was a challenge, but a lot of fun trying to navigate Mr Ballonhead’s personality and how we wanted to show it in the setting.

Linked is the pintrest board me and Lili shared for set inspiration:

Pictured here is my initial planning document after our first group meeting:

The colour of balloon and the costume was figured out not long after our first plans. We figured a blue balloon would work best (both because of the colour connotations with blue and because it was the the writers original vision) and that the costume had to somehow hide the face of the person as well as the entire constriction. The suit idea was (unfortunately) not viable and we instead went for a long trench coat that could cover the actor entirely and a thick scarf to comfortably sit over their face during filming.

Below is a quick concept art sketch I drew for our costume meetings!

Timeline of planning, with pictures

Our first attempt - using our producer Saskia as a stand in, we began with the basics to try and craft a clear vision. This costume consisted of single coat hanger that the balloon was attached to balanced on Saskia’s head. It was not very comfortable for her, so we needed to think of ways to pad the head area for extended use

A couple of meetings later, with our first breakthrough of attaching multiple hangers together and sticking them to a helmet. This gave a solid structure a big coat could rest upon, giving the illusion of shoulders, and fixes the padding problem to make the whole rig a lot more comfortable on the actors head

Our first attempt with the actual actor, Lev, with the finished rig. We wanted to test how secure the costume would be when actually worn by the intended person, and to see which adjustments could be made. We also bought along various potential wardrobe pieces, but we learnt we needed something a lot bigger and a lot lighter that Lev could comfortably act in. As Lev’s arms had to go through the sleeves of the jacket (which were held up by the hangers sitting on their head) we needed something large with a bit of give, otherwise their arms were just stuck stiffly above them.

Lili and I go shopping for the perfect coat, which we found in a charity shop. It was huge and made of thin, light and breathable material. Perfect for Mr Balloonhead! We also found the perfect scarf that was wide enough to cover Lev’s face.

Dress rehearsals with the actor before the shooting took place. We had the whole outfit together at this point and just wanted to see if there were any last minute changes to be made to make Lev’s job easier.

Shoot days

Most of my time on set was spent making sure Lev was comfortable and checking for continuity errors. I was on everyday of the shoot, so by the end I had a very clear image of what the costume should look like, how the material hangs, how long Lev could be in the rig ETC. It was very important to stay on top of costume continuity for this shoot, as Mr Balloonhead Man is so prominent in every scene that any outfit changes would be very noticeable. As much of the film took place outside I didn’t have to worry much about any prop continuity, but I kept my eye on them all anyway - especially for the hardware store were we had to change stands around to fit cameras in small spaces! I took Lev out of the costume between every scene change, and sometimes between takes as it could be quite taxing on their neck. My number one priority was their well-being, so I became an expect at undoing the rig at lightning speed and then putting it all back on again.

I cant talk highly enough about my time on set. It was such a great atmosphere and I had loads of fun crafting the costume, as stressful as it was at first to try and figure out the rigging from scratch! I would love to try and make even more complicated characters in the future, and I think this film really have me a want to get stuck into much more creative and out there concepts.

[lucienh]

Week 4 Design Fundamentals - Photoshop! 17th March

Hello! Here Is my post for what I did in my design fundamentals class for week 4. In this class we started looking at Photoshop. I have had experiencing using photoshop before, mainly last year in 2022 for my Level 3 NCEA Photography Board. ( might include some photos just so you know what I can already do) I had used Photoshop in the past before in my junior years at high school, but last year was my first proper dive into it. The class we had this week was really good as we looked at some tools I already know how to use, but with more depth, so now understand more about how they work and the principals behind them. Plus shortcuts! There are so many shortcuts I learnt that I did not know were available to me so that was great!

The Main things we looked at were: Colour correction, colour grading, Image adjustments and Layers. (below are images of my workbook and notes I took in class about these things, plus shortcuts and the word jail.

While learning about these different terms and tools, we tried them out in practice with different images.

Here is the first image we worked on. On the left is the original and on the right is the finished one. As you can tell the left image is very washed out so there is little to no contrast in the image. To fix this we used the curves tool in the image adjustments section on a new layer.

here is the curves section and me playing around and experimenting with the values and levels of the lights, darks on the histogram, you can also see what coverage of the certain coloured/shaded pixels are used in the histogram. On the left image I went full on with the contrast and Kinda got this distressed old look to the image, like it was taken on an old film camera with the flash and I really like it. especially what it did to the background. The right image is nicer on the eye and allows you to see all the tones.

Next we looked at this cat Image. This image is actually in colour but due to the low exposure levels and brightness (I think those are the terms? still learning) The image looks black n white. So with using the curves tool again you are able to the colour in the cat again a bit and It looks brighter and has more contrast. At one point I did go a bit off topic and used the patch tool to give the cat a third eye, but sadly I don't have a screen shot. I also had a look at the saturation levels.

here is another image we looked at. The original is on the right. Again we used the curves tool in image adjustments and then looked at hue and saturation to give the image my colour and aliveness. I like how in my final image you can really see the trees in the bottom foreground of the image. I feel like the hue and saturation tools are a bit fiddle as sometimes you can really overdo the colours and its just very unnatural.

Here is an image of this man (the og is on the right) He was looking a bit peachy so we made the image more neutral with the colour balance tool. which I did not know you could adjust to only adjust the shadows or highlights etc. I found this really cool and I wish I knew this last year for photography. So in the new photo the shadows on his face are a lot more cool toned, with more blue added. we also looked at the colour filters in this section. And I very much like the underwater effect one. I also played at one with giving him a uni-brow

Here is the last image we looked at (right is original) Again we looked at the curves tool then at the colour balance tool to give the image more depth with the range of colour. I then had a good play with extreme saturation and hues (below) and gave the image the feel that It was on another planet. It's like those ultra violet shrimp.

Some other things Inert about were how to get back an adjustment layer window or just layer window. So now I know it got to the windows button to find them. we also talked about Lost information in images. I'm still a bit confused with this but I think it's todo with when you are adjusting the image and the information like the pixels you loose. which ties into baking an image when you compress everything and can't get that Info back.

At the end of this session we were given homework to find 2 b&w images adjust and 2 colour and point out what colour be improved and then what we did to fix them. Im hoping I'll have time to get this done as I have a lot going on next week.

And here is my photography board from last year so you can see I guess my previous knowledge. My theme was based around cults.

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Day 11: We have had a very happy and interesting day. First, peeping out the window to see if Wendy is safe from Mike!! Explanation…. Last night at the communal bbq, a South African man who has a camp not far from us, rushed over to chat us up. We are wary of Mike because he appears to drink a LOT of wine … sitting in his deck chair outside his van, at even at 4 am! Poor man is lonely. Anyway, last night we heard his life story in 30 seconds, and he wanted to know all about us - which of course we didn’t tell him. We even shared our carrot sticks with him as Wendy was bbqing our veggies, but he clearly got sick of us and moved on to bothering someone else, pulling a chair up to their table and “joining in” their conversation. Thing was… he left half a carrot stick next to our bbq!!!! A bit rude??! So this morning when Wendy went to the loo (it was about 6.30 and still dark) I happen to notice Mike had his towel etc over his shoulder marching off to the bathrooms a bit behind Wendy and I had to check he wasn’t following her. But all was safe! He was heading for the bathroom that has a bath, as he told us last night he LOVES to have a bath - sometimes at 4 am, when no-one else is about (too much information for us!!). For those who might be concerned … he is harmless, just a bit lonely. He’s just retired and is about to head East to visit his kids.

First stop this morning was Bistro Louis for our requisite cappuccino treat and then we headed off to Cape Le Grand (approx 45km from Esperance), stopping at Lucky Bay, then Hellfire Bay. The drive there was like so many other drives we have had…. the scenery changes from small scrubby trees and salt bush to open grazing and/or cropping country, to tall trees and hardwood tree plantations, the changes happening as if someone had drawn a straight line and on one side is one type of landscape and hopping over to the other side of the line, is something completely different. So interesting. I can’t imagine my photos will do either of the bays justice but I’ll try loading them anyway. For all those who have been to this part of the world, can you remember the white, fine sand (very fine quartz, that squeaks under your feet) and glistening, aqua coloured water. Very very beautiful. At Lucky Bay we had a long walk along the beach and we were lucky ourselves, because driving to the Bay, it poured, but the sun came out when we arrived and stayed out all day. Hellfire Bay was also beautiful, same white squeaky sand and aqua water.

We had been told about a Tavern further along, at Condingup, so we headed there for a very late lunch (it was so expensive we shared a very yummy Nachos and that was totally sufficient). The story of the Tavern is wonderful. It is owned by a local farming family but was originally owned by the local bus driver. A farming mother, who wanted something to do after the children started school and wanted some extra cash, asked the bus driver could she do some bus runs. He said “Absolutely not! It wouldn’t suit you at all as you have no sense of timing!!!” But he knew she was good at hospitality and offered to leased her the Tavern. Until she had money, he kept the float up in the till and eventually, she had enough money to buy the Tavern and it has been in the family’s hands ever since. It would be a wonderful place for the locals to congregate.

At lunch we chatted to a couple who were travelling from Victoria and they told us about Wharton Beach. Honestly, it was gasping,y beautiful and hard to describe but I am hoping a photo will help. The sea/surf was SO crystal clear and with the bubbling white wash of the surf onto the sand so white it was hard to see where sand and sea met. Hard to explain. We noticed, on top of a HUMUNGOUS rock, someone standing at the top and I had the crazy thought of getting up there and it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be, but I was pleased I could say I had done it. Wendy got a bit of vertigo half way up, so waited patiently for me to descend and we came back down from there together. It did occur to me that I may lose my way down, or break my ankle and I would be a big bloody nuisance, but of course none of that happened.

Home in the dark, to a gourmet meal prepared by chef Wendy (pic attached, hopefully). Suck it up Cocklebiddy Roadhouse and your Central Western Australian time and no dinner!!!!

Just a thought: I always thought that people who camp or caravan travel are trying to save money etc., but you should SEE the HUGE 4WD pulling HUGE 4WD Caravans, probably valued about the same as a small house. And I am also amazed at how good the drivers are at reversing the caravans into parking bays.

Highlight of the day: The color of the water and sand on the beaches and managing to climb up the rock, which was honestly, not hard, but I’m happy to pretend it was 🤣. The highlights for Wendy were the colour of the water, the colour of the sand and the squeakiness under her feet when walking on the sand.

Look at the COLOUR!!!!

[asp1990]

Day 4: Sunday June 26th, 2022

Breakfast: Crepe avec Nutella et cappuccino Lunch: Chicken baguette Dinner: DIY cheese platter avec vin

Steps: 21, 070

Amara woke up early this morning to go to the laundromat as our washing machine was only decorative. While she was gone, I showered and got ready for our day. Tim woke up and Amara returned 10 minutes before we headed off to brunch. My feet were absolutely killing me from the day before – I’ve never had feet this sore before! I was limping for the whole walk which made me feel like crap.

We walked for half an hour to a beautiful café that I’d seen on Instagram called La Favorite – the shop front was covered in pink flowers and leaves – trés chic! We were all a bit low energy this morning, so mostly sat in silence. We ordered 3 cappuccinos, Nutella crepes, eggs benedict and a croissant with bacon and eggs – total cost 65 euro.

After brunch, we walked along the street and visited a fromagerie with a super rude woman who seemed very put out that we wanted to buy cheese. We sampled a few and settled on buying one soft and one hard cheese to have for dinner. We went to a bakery and bought a fresh baguette then went to a shirt shop so Tim could buy some fun shirts – it was like the shop was designed for him. We were there for about 20 minutes while Tim chose and again, the woman looked a bit fed up with us despite being the only customers.

My feet were still hurting and I was planning on getting a cab home, but we ended up walking. My right toe was cramping and I was in a lot of pain, but we finally made it home after limping up the 63 steps to our apartment. Amara gave me some Panadol and ibuprofen to help relieve the pain. We spent a few hours relaxing at home before heading out again for a tour of the Opera Garnier.  

We caught the train 4 stops to Opera station and regarde! The Opera Garnier was ginormous and beautiful! Every building we visit is so ornate and intricate. It is mind-blowing. We booked an English speaking tour at 3.30pm and our tour guide’s name was Juan. We were told to arrive half an hour early to get through security, but it took 2 minutes so we sat around for 20 minutes and took some photos. Tim got stuck on his daily crossword and Amara and I just scrolled social media.

To say that the interior of the opera house is breathtaking is an understatement. My jaw dropped every time we entered a new room. The foyer was outstanding, the auditorium was absolutely gorgeous and the salon was a sight to behold. The gold, the rich colours and the sheer size of each space was unreal. It was one of the most beautiful buildings that I’ve ever visited and Amara, who had been before, said it was rare for tourists to be able to enter the auditorium without a ticket to a performance, so we were very lucky.

Things I learned from Juan: • No windows on ground floor so you can immerse yourself in the opera • The ceiling in the entrance has 16 heads - 12 zodiacs and 4 versions of architect at ages 20,40,60 and 80 • It cost 360 million euro to build over 14 years and was only 3 million over budget • Theatre boxes were built for Napoleon III and his wife • Water is stored under theatre to bring balance to building and to help the fire brigade should there be a fire • Ladies weren’t originally allowed to sit in the stalls because of their large hats • Professionals sat in the stalls and the poor sat at the top with their BYO food and dropped crumbs, so the rich called it the “hen box” • The Phantom of the Opera’s box is number 5 on the left of the stage, near Napoleon III’s private box.

After our tour ended, we walked around the ‘expensive’ shopping district, had a small lunch, and then caught the train back towards our apartment. We bought some deli meat and wine to make a platter for dinner and then came home to relax before heading to see the Eiffel tower at night. Our only issue being that it doesn’t get dark until 10pm. Amara and I watched Drag Race while Tim played on his phone.

We left for the Eiffel Tower at 8.30pm and got the train. We were 6 stops in and the train stopped and the lights went off – what the? We asked some other passengers what was happening and they said “it is done” so we got off and walked for half an hour to Port Debilly to eat a DIY platter, drink wine and watch the Eiffel Tower light up.

We set up shop on the grass, poured 3 glasses of wine, knocked over 2 of them and then it started to rain! We packed everything up while everyone cleared out and then the rain stopped as quickly as it started, so we moved to a better location and started again. The tower lit up at 10pm and the first proper light show was at 11pm – we heard hundreds of people cheer as she started to sparkle and we cheers’d and took some photos. When the light show was done 5 minutes later, someone said “happy new year” which was adorable. We packed up our stuff after that and walked back towards the main road to catch an Uber home. On the way, we saw a cartoonist who was doing ‘half price’, so we sat down and spoke to him for 10 minutes while he drew us. We saw the finished product… it was hideous. Tim looked adorable and Amara and I looked like Roald Dahl witches. What a ripoff! 35 euro wasted. We visited 2 souvenir shops while waiting for our Uber and bought some kitsch before Ludovic drove us home and we promptly got into bed. Our last proper day in Paris tomorrow before we head to Paris Disneyland for the day and then move on to London! 

Bonne nuit x

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

Ah, your work is so cute and it puts me in a good mood! You also have the characters personalities perfected! I was wondering if you could do a fic where maybe Mammon and MC are hanging out and MC comes out as trans (Ftm), but on accident (like Mammon sneaks a peak at his phone and noticed pride stuff and asks). Recently figured out I was and it’s been a bumpy ride and I just need a fic to cheer me up. Thank you if you do

You sir have been Most Patient, and for that I cannot thank you enough! This is super late, but I hope all is going well with you and your journey. ^-^ I also hope you still get some enjoyment out of this fic, even if it’s oh so very late.

Like… a year late. Maybe more. Probably more.

Sidebar, the setup for this feels kinda long but I also personally think it’s funny so I’m leaving it. I don’t have an editor to tell me no sooooooo :p

Content warnings: Accidental outing as trans, the mortifying ordeal of coming out, but otherwise this is gonna be pretty fluffy. 

Also, this isn’t a warning, but since I usually do gn stuff, I’m gonna be extra clear and say this fic is about a transgender male MC who uses he/him pronouns. Ladies and theydies, if you’d like your time, please wait until I’ve opened requests again and I’ll be happy to write ‘ya something.

Cis people who want to be transphobic? Why are you even here lmao

MC Comes Out as FTM By Accident (feat. Mammon)

It’s a (relatively) quiet day at the House of Lamentation. Satan is still firmly in the scheming phase of his latest prank; Lucifer is in some parlour somewhere, sipping Demonus and listening to a record that would “somberly vibrate the flesh off of your mortal bones, MC”; and Levi and the twins are livestreaming a bet about how many of the otaku third born’s figurines Beel can bench press (the latter two are under threat of 1000 years of torture if any of the merchandise is damaged).

This leaves Mammon and MC chilling on one of the House’s many frighteningly expensive couches, sometimes chatting, sometimes just silently sharing Devilgram memes with each other. 

(Asmo had been with them, but left after declaring that the sexual tension Mammon constantly radiated while around MC had become more pathetic than amusing. MC had just rolled his eyes and laughed, but judging by how many pillows Mammon had thrown his brother’s way and the dark blush on his face, he was taking the teasing more seriously.)

Personally, MC didn’t get why Mammon’s brothers gave him such a hard time. Sure he can be abrasive and his refusal to be honest despite how terrible he is at lying could get… frustrating, to say the least, but all in all he isn’t a bad person. Maybe demons are just bad at expressing genuine fondness for each other. Or maybe it just runs in the family, so to speak.

“H-hey, what are ‘ya staring at?!” Oops. MC didn’t even realize he’d been eyeing Mammon for that long. Not that he minds getting an extra eyeful of Mammon...

“Sorry, just spaced out for a minute there,” he says. 

Neither break eye contact for a long moment.

Shit, this is awkward. Think, MC, say something!

“So did you see this video of a hellhound on a trampoline—”

A glass-shattering shriek echoes through the House of Lamentation, followed by — oh that is actual glass shattering — and the plip-plap footsteps of someone running with bare, wet feet. Seconds later, a furious and appropriately damp Asmodeus comes flying down the stairs, with a weird orange and white towel on his head… Aaaaand nothing else on. MC doesn’t get to process any more than that before Mammon pounces on him, straddling him and covering his eyes with a hand.

“Asmo! What the hell are you doing, running around naked and screaming?!”

“I think you know why, you stupid scumbag!” Asmo retorts with an affronted flip of his hair. Or at least MC thinks it was his hair, all he knows is he just got lightly splashed. Why does he smell citrus?

“What are you even talking about?”

“I was going to take a nice, relaxing bath to scrub off your desperation for MC’s affections—”

“I am NOT desperate!”

“— but when I washed my hair, you know what happened?”

“...You confused orange juice for shampoo?” Mammon drawls. MC doesn’t need his vision to picture the smirk on Mammon’s face.

“How dare you,” Asmo hisses at much lower volume than before, “I would never confuse any of my bathing products.” His voice immediately returns to its regular cadence. “No, someone snuck dye into it, or replaced it, or cursed it or something! Because now,” a towel smacks wetly against the floor, “my hair looks like this!”

Mammon howls with laughter, prompting Asmo to make several sounds MC semi-confidently determines to be swears in Infernal… or whatever the native language of the Devildom is called.

He paws at Mammon’s hand obscuring his vision. If Asmo’s hair has been turned into a creamsicle by some prank gone wrong, he very much wants to see the damage. Unfortunately, Mammon doesn’t budge.

“Not that this isn’t extremely hilarious, but what does it have to do with me?”

Asmo squawks indignantly. “What does it— It was obviously you, you idiot!”

Finally, Mammon removes his hand from MC’s eyes to point an accusatory finger at Asmo and proclaim, “No way!”

The brothers’ petty argument fades into white noise as MC beholds Asmo’s hair. It truly is something else. The demon’s curls have gone from a peachy pink to a swirled mess of neon orange, with pieces of the original colour peaking through here and there. It cannot be played off as intentional or good in any way. There are even patches of his skin that are dyed orange as well. It’s pretty hilarious.

MC is starting to lose feeling in his legs.

“Uh, Mammon? You mind getting off of me?”

Eyes enormous, the Avatar of Greed does just that, and instead presses himself into the other side of the couch like a startled cat. Asmo rolls his eyes and turns his attention to MC.

“You’re not overwhelmed with the most poorly hidden crush of the millenia, right? Would you mind helping me sort this mess out?” he asks. “Think about it. It’ll just be you and me, all glistening and—”

“Not helping your case,” MC retorts, carefully keeping his eyes above Asmo’s waist, “but yeah, whatever cursed soda got into your hair stuff is probably close enough to normal stains that my tricks will help get them out. But! You need to put on some clothes first.”

“Spoilsport~ But if you insist…” Asmo smiles beatifically and saunters back to his room, making absolutely no effort to cover himself as he goes.

I’d kill for his confidence, MC thinks. He promises Mammon he’ll be back as soon as possible and takes his leave, following the trail of watery footprints.

~~~

Mammon remains folded into the corner of the couch, pouting. Of course Asmo had to come and steal MC away from him, he can’t have any time alone with him ever! There’s always some stupid shenanigans that interrupt it— 

MC left his phone. 

It’s sitting innocuously on the couch, face down. Unguarded.

Vulnerable.

He shouldn’t. He won’t! That’s MC’s phone. Mammon may be a demon, but he’s a demon with standards. He will totally respect MC’s privacy. He’s not even tempted. Who cares about some human’s phone anyway?

...What if it’s unlocked?

“Oh screw it.” 

The phone’s in his hand before the indent it left in the couch cushion can spring back in full. It is, in fact, unlocked, and open on the photos app for some reason. The photos are organized in time based folders. Mammon scrolls through the more recent ones, which consist mostly of pictures of the brothers, some with MC, some not — hey, when did MC take that picture of him?! — until he comes across a folder simply labelled “Pride”.

“Tch, they have a whole folder dedicated to Lucifer? Gross!” Mammon remarks as he opens it.

Jealous as he may not be of MC dedicating a folder to Lucifer instead of him anyone else, new pictures of Lucifer could sell for a pretty penny on the Devildom black market…

Oh. Oh. These are not photos of Lucifer. 

Mammon’s not the most knowledgeable about the human world, but he knows a Pride parade when he sees one. It looks like MC had a really nice time, smiling and laughing with a group of people in brightly coloured clothes. The album ends with a wide shot of MC and his friends in a line doing various corny poses. Each one has a distinctly coloured flag draped across their shoulders like a cape. MC’s is a 5 striped design of bright blue, pink, and white bars. The wrinkles on the flag/cape suggest it was recently unpackaged.

Something about those colours pings at Mammon’s memory, and with a bit of effort it comes to him: when MC first came to the Devildom, his phone background involved those colours! Asmo had seen it and asked him about the colour choice, to which he’d responded with some blustering nonanswer and then promptly changed the background.

Did MC… think that any of them would judge him for being trans?

“Okay,” MC declares as he re-enters the room, “Asmo’s given up and is bleaching his hair, apparently magic demon pranks go way harder...than…” 

Mammon freezes. The pair stare each other down for a few interminable seconds.

“...That’s my phone.”

“So it is…!”

“You saw the pictures, didn’t you.”

“Piiiiiiiicturrrrreessssss?” Mammon extends the word into several more syllables than is necessary. “What pictures?”

MC’s mouth does not say “Dude.” But the expression on his face very much conveys the sentiment nonetheless.

“Okay okay, I might have taken a little peek at your phone while you were gone. But it was just to make sure you didn’t leave it on! I locked it right away, I swear!”

“You’re still holding it.”

“Kuh-K-Keeping it warm! Cold phones lose battery faster!”

“...”

“Ugggggghhhhh okay! I looked a lot and saw everything! That what you wanna hear?!”

MC braces himself. “So…?”

“So what?”

“You don’t have any… questions?” he asks with a gesture towards himself.

“Uhhh, no?” Mammon pauses. “Oh wait, yeah, I have one.” Here we go. “ ‘MC’ and he/him pronouns are the right junk to call you by, yeah?”

MC blinks owlishly. “Yup— Uh, yeah, they are. Been that way for a while now… You really don’t—”

“MC,” Mammon says with a sharp toothed grin, “you really think humans are the only ones who get unsatisfied with what meat vessel or titles they’re assigned by the big man upstairs?”

Understanding bonks MC on the head with the same delicacy that Mammon carelessly tosses his phone back with. “Wait, r—”

“Let me show you how cool the Devildom trans flag is.”

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

hi sexc😈😈 may i request fluff/comedy & 9 w osamu, it can be written or smau whichever is easiest for you😝. ty jan ilyyyyy

When the doorbell rang twenty minutes later, your adrenaline spiked to unnatural levels, increasing the smoky haze that hovered over you. Since Osamu had declared his emergency, your mind struggled to comprehend the situation. How could you possibly conjure a solution when your brain refused to accept that your idiotic friend was now a toddler. A piece of you hoped that the Miya twins were merely pranking you – photoshop could work wonders after-all. However, any suspicions of the authenticity of the photo were eliminated the second your eyes landed upon the child held against your boyfriend’s chest.

Once he recognized you, Baby Atsumu broke into a smile and extended his little arms out for you. And the swirl of emotions eating away at your sanity were no match for the adorable child that was now staring at you. Without a second thought, you accepted him into your embrace, before squishing his face against yours.

“This is so crazy but oh my god he is so cute.” After permitting Osamu access to the apartment, you swayed with Atsumu, keeping him close. Sure, there were many problems that would need to be addressed now that a nineteen-year-old was transformed into a three-year-old. But for the next few minutes you deserved to just enjoy the company of the sweet baby.

Your boyfriend however did not share the sentiment. His eyelids were slightly narrowed as he took a seat on your couch.

“Don’t glare at me when this is your fault, ‘Samu.” The childish behaviour exhibited by the grey-haired twin was responded to with a disapproving tisk.

“Then stop cuddling with my brother.” His grey irises were dead locked on his brother’s movements, particularly how his fingers explored your face with interest.

“Quit the jealousy act. He’s a baby!” You shook your head, exhaling the retort with a gentle laugh. He could not seriously be upset by this.  

“That is a grown man.” Not sharing your enjoyment with the circumstances, Osamu brushed through his dyed strands in frustration. “I say we give him to my mom. She always says she misses when we were kids.”

“That’s your solution?” Rolling your eyes, you brought Atsumu to rest against your chest, lightly caressing his back. “You know, if he stays small like this you won’t have your best friend. You’re going to miss him.”

“Am not.” Accompanying the refusal dripping from his lips was a nonchalant shrug. But it was quite obvious that he was lying, and so you decided to push him on the subject.

“You will. That’s probably why this happened. You don’t appreciate him enough, ‘Samu.” As you raised your eyebrow, suggesting that he accept responsibility for the situation, Osamu elected to continue his denial.

“What is there to appreciate?”

Inhaling a deep breath, a growl was swallowed for the sake of the baby cuddled against you. “Okay. I’m going to enjoy the cuteness that is your brother, and you are going to reflect on your relationship with him. When you’re ready to say something nice to him, you can come see us in the other room.”

For the thirty minutes that followed your dramatic exit from the living room, Osamu was engaged in a staring battle with the ceiling. Occasionally he would shift on the couch and expel a low huff in frustration. The sound of laughter that resonated from the other room only increased his annoyance with the situation. He knew the solution was conveniently provided to him with a neat bow, but his stubbornness served as a barrier to accepting said solution.

The conversation that led the Miya Twins to squabble this time… was complicated. Osamu had notified his brother that he was planning on opening his restaurant in Kyoto, rather than Tokyo as originally planned. Atsumu reacted poorly and began listing the numerous reasons why the business would fail if the establishment was moved to Kyoto. Instead of responding to his complaints, Osamu dismissed the critiques with harsher words.

Puffing out his cheeks, the grey-haired twin lifted his weight from the couch before stretching his back. If he informed you about the substance of the fight what would you say? Probably that he could have responded better, and how his relationship with Atsumu while complicated, was filled with love.

Locking his gaze onto the door separating the two rooms, he inhaled a breath of courage then took a step forward.

Maybe he was being a bit too harsh. Maybe.

When he entered the room, he found you contorting your features in silly expressions to satisfy the child. Once your warm irises traveled to his, curiosity flickered to life.

“Look ‘tsumu, your big brother has finally learned his lesson.”

Osamu twitched at the comment, jutting out his bottom lip into a pout.

“Whatever.”

“Well, I know we’re excited to hear what you have to say.” Crossing your legs, you brought Atsumu onto your lap, before resting your hands onto his small ones. The soon to be cook joined you on the bed, his attention fixing onto the smiling blonde who was seconds from becoming restless.

“‘Tsumu. I’m sorry.” Issuing an apology to a baby was strange, he was unsure whether his brother could even understand what was being vocalized. Nevertheless, he continued. “I guess you were probably upset hearing that I would be leaving Tokyo.” But the mention of leaving brought tears to form at Baby Atsumu’s waterline, along with a whimper to sound in his throat. “He’s crying. What… y/n, help me.” Alarm immediately washed over Osamu’s features – how the hell would he stop his brother from crying?

“Just keep going!” You had known that the proposed change in location would result in a feud between the brothers, but you did not know that was the source of their argument today. “If you want to break the curse, be honest about your feelings.”

Osamu reluctantly grunted to illustrate his understanding. 

“I know you don’t want me to go, but it won’t change a lot. We’re still going to be twins, dumb – nut.” The sharp death glare that you administered forced him to refrain from cursing, and the fact it remained intact even as he adjusted himself meant you expected more from him. And unfortunately, he knew exactly what you were advocating for. “… What I’m tryna say is that … I love you and appreciate you.” Osamu immediately ripped his gaze away, with a light blush colouring his neck.

The silence that followed his admissions was abruptly ruined when Atsumu returned to his regular size. The adult male was now sat on your lap, crushing your legs in the process, a fact noticed a bit too late by your boyfriend.

“‘SAMU. I LOVE YOU TOO.” The blonde pounced onto his brother, drawing him into a tight embrace as laughter filled your lungs.

While Osamu was issuing you a glare, it was quite clear that he was relieved to have his brother back. Further, when you mouthed “I love you” to the male, you were met with a faint smile rather than a grimace.

That was the thing about dating a Miya twin, if you loved one, you had to accept the other. 

A/N: SO Pheebz dipped without a bye but I thought I’d still post this ;-; I HOPE YOU COME BACK WOMAN. also everyone else, pls enjoy!! 

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[charming-2d-boys]

Oooh, I really loved that S/O getting accidentally babified scenario with the adult trio x'D What if the adult trio end up on the wrong end of that Nen (maybe seeing the attack coming before the s/o does and shoving them out of the way?) and have an s/o who's actually pretty good with kids looking after them while being babies?

I LOVE YOU! 😭💕

I'm so excited, I've seen fanarts of this and my imagination's been killing me with this and it's just the cutest thing ever and I'm dying just at the thought of it 😆

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you'll like it just as much as I did! 🙇😍

A/N: These two were the biggest inspiration for this because they are so cute! I will be linking them here since I wouldn’t want to upset the artists and repost them here without their permission:

https://twitter.com/Mono_hh/status/1171024805027434501/photo/4 (look at my baby Chrollo crying because he has no one to pick him up 😭)

&

https://twitter.com/meume_h/status/767683109839974400/photo/1

Also, the premise will be the same for all of them: they get transformed into babies by a Nen user’s ability while trying to save their S/O, just like it was requested. And this is all pretty long 🤔

Chrollo

for someone so smart, that was a very stupid move

that’s what you want to say

until you see Chrollo... or a baby version of him

he’s just staring at you with those wide, grey eyes as if he just can’t believe what is happening

and he’s naked and shivering, surrounded by his clothes that remained in their original size

and reaching out to you - at least he seemed to remember you, which was a relief

that shirt of his is no good in this situation, so you sort of bundle him up in his coat and hold him in your arms as another Spider picks up the rest of his clothes

you and the rest of the Troupe agree on Chrollo staying with you for the time being

you wouldn’t have let him stay in that dingy and decaying church not even if they threatened to kill you

you don’t know how weak he is right now and you won’t take your chances

and they’re thinking the same thing when you tell them that

so you all go to your house and tell everyone what they should bring you

while Feitan and Machi take the now unconscious person in for interrogation (and torture)

what an idiot, thinking he could kill a Spider so easily to take their place

Chrollo hasn’t cried once - though he was really close, but it was more out of shock and frustration than anything else

but other than that, he was silent, just clinging to your clothes

you washed him first to make sure he was warm and by the time you were done, the others had brought you some baby clothes as well as everything else you’d asked for and more - just in case

assured that you’d take care of their boss, they left and promised to visit the next day - of course, because they’re worried

but it’s also because Chrollo as a baby is adorable

he still has his tattoo and the earrings and just looks like a really cute baby trying to be edgy and cool

he doesn’t fuss about anything really

maybe except for the food, but you do try to make him something better than baby food, which he appreciates

loves it when you read to him, especially when you read him to sleep

it doesn’t really matter what you read to him

honestly, you even read fairy tales and when you picked up one of the books, Chrollo looked at you as if you had personally offended him

he’s a man in a baby’s body, you don’t have to treat him like one

not entirely

but honestly, after he thinks a bit about it, it’s like having a taste of what a normal childhood would’ve been like

so he settles down in your arms and listens to you while looking at the colourful pictures

falls asleep within minutes usually, feeling warm, loved and cared for as he feels you kiss the top of his head

and while Chrollo is the quietest and most well-behaved “kid” you’ve ever met and you (and the Troupe) think he’s adorable

you all honestly can’t wait for him to return to his adult form

though Chrollo likes how doting you are and he appreciates everything you do for him

he knows the Troupe would’ve done it if it weren’t for you

but with the way they grew up... he’s glad you were the one who showed him what a normal and loving childhood would’ve been like

Hisoka

this is his true moment of WTF

and yours as well

you’re safe and sound, if not a bit dirty from falling on the ground when Hisoka pushed you with Bungee Gum

and you see the person dead and on their back, a card sticking out of their face

and Hisoka is just standing there, small, helpless, confused and just looking down at his body, to the corpse then to you

when he sees the shock on your face and the realisation of what’s happened dawns on him, he actually tears up

and soon he’s crying

loudly

you scramble to your feet to pick him up and stop him from crying

but Hisoka just keeps doing it and you’re panicking because you don’t know if he’s hurt or if there’s anything wrong

you just pick up his clothes and try to rock him back and forth, slowly managing to quieten him down

when you’re sure he’s okay, at least on the outside, you dress him up with what he has as best as you can and go to the hospital

you’d make an excuse about the clothes later

turns out he’s okay, so you’re free to go home

Hisoka’s been quiet the whole time, only staring at you with those golden eyes

when he’s clean and warm and even fed, you sit him down on the couch and you sit on the floor, looking at him while he looks back

he’s absolutely adorable

you’d cleaned the makeup off his face and his hair wasn’t styled anymore

and he’s cute and chubby and you just smile lovingly at him

Hisoka is shook because you’re looking at him in such a way and it’s just something new

he would love to smirk and tease you

but all that comes out is a sweet smile and babbling, making you coo loudly as you hug him and tell him how adorable he is

Hisoka is a bit shocked by this sudden display of affection, but he likes it anyway, so he hugs you back tightly

he also refuses to sleep anywhere else but besides you

you tried that once and he kept crying until you took him with you in bed

then he just snuggled into your arms and fell asleep with a smile on his face

in his tiny, little heart he feels thankful for having you to take care of him now

now, he’s not the most well-behaved kid or anything

sometimes he cries just because

also, he likes groping your chest whenever you pick him up - yes, he’s still perverted

and if you get mad at him for doing something

those big, sparkly, innocent-looking (not) golden eyes of his getting a bit teary are quick to have you let him off the hook

again

overall, it’s going to be both a relief and concern when he’s going to turn back to his normal self

it’s good to know that Hisoka won’t be a baby forever and won’t be able to defend himself

but you also liked how cute he was

expect a lot of teasing and affection

that’s mostly as a thank you for taking care of him without actually saying it

Illumi

this couldn’t have come at a worse time

Illumi just sighs as he looks up at your incredulous expression

he doesn’t even need to say anything, just lifts his arms towards you and stares

what else can you do except pick him up?

good thing you had a hoodie on for this mission, as it was easier to bundle him in it while it was already warm

Illumi just subconsciously snuggled himself better and into your arms, looking at the needles sticking out of the person’s head

well, he’s just going to have to wait it out

you wished you could take Illumi at the estate, but it’s extremely far away from where you were

so you tell Illumi just that and march to your hotel room

Illumi can’t really do much except pull on your clothes in protest and stare up at you with a pout

he really just wanted to go home

well, you were dead set on proving Illumi that you could take care of him just fine and without getting his family involved

and that’s what you did

you bathed him, fed him, read him to sleep, took him on strolls in the city

Illumi was fussy as hell at first because it was childish and below his dignity

but he was aware of how hard you tried to take care of him and how... loving you were towards him

plus, it didn’t feel so bad to have someone take care of him when he himself couldn’t

so he slowly warmed up to the idea and cooperated with you

Illumi never cries

not even when you took his needles away because they’re dangerous

but he did pout for hours

and honestly, he doesn’t really make much noise

so he scares you quite easily when you suddenly feel him tug at your clothes or cling to your leg as he just stares at you with those black eyes of his

it’s cute, if not a little creepy

he also just stays still and watches TV while he’s on your lap and you’re brushing his hair - Illumi loves those moments

always clings to you in his sleep

by the time Illumi transforms back, he’s so used to this that he actually just does it naturally

and he loves clinging to you even when you walk around

honestly, now that he’s had a taste of what someone being so doting with him feels like, he just wants even more

he’s going to be very thankful for everything you’ve done and the parental way you’ve taken care of him

and he’ll even voice it and just plan on keeping you by his side for as long as he can

[writings-of-bored-gal]

New Jersey Dog Sanctuary

Summary: Meet cute! Bucky is told he needs to get a dog and so goes with Sam to the shelter where he meets someone he wasn’t expecting. (It’s not overly romantic, mostly just wholesome Bucky but if I write a part 2 things will heat up a little!)

Words: 1704

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA for so long, but hopefully this will be the beginning of me posting more regularly again! I’ve actually really missed writing fanfic but I’ve been taking the time to work on some original bits too so maybe they’ll make their appearance on here some time in the future. For now, enjoy some soft Bucky fluff and make sure to keep sending me any requests (particularly Marvel stuff because I am riding a WandaVision marvel high at the moment!) Sending all the love- Abby x 

Masterlist 

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“C’mon Sam you know that this is more hassle than we need right now.” Bucky sighed. The sign above them read ‘New Jersey Dog Sanctuary’ in large green letters, punctuated with a paw print on either side. The glass door opened up to a lobby lined with sofas covered in dog hair. On one sat a kid, clutching a small scruffy terrier to his chest like his life depended on it. Bucky shook his head. 

“Look, Buck the therapist said you needed a dog, so we’re getting you a dog,” Sam gave him a sharp look, staring at him. Bucky met his gaze. A staring contest. He knew the stakes without having to say a word. If he won, he wouldn’t have to  go in, but if he blinked he’d be stuck with some dog he’d be forced to take with him on missions, getting in the way and making him trip up. Sam’s eyes did not move, but his hands clapped, making Bucky flinch, and worse, blink. 

“Cheater.”

“That’s just another word for winner, Barnes,” Sam winked, gesturing to the door. “After you.”

The sound of barking and the smell of fur hit the moment they walked into the place. There was a girl sitting behind the counter, her hair pulled back but strands still falling on her face as she frantically answered the phone and tried to pull something up on her laptop. She smiled at Sam and Bucky and held up a finger, pleading with her eyes. 

“What do you think of that one?” Sam said, pulling Bucky’s attention and pointing to a spaniel in the corner on a pink leash. Bucky shook his head and pulled a face. “Okay, something bigger?” Bucky sighed again, and nodded. “What about that one?” Sam pointed to a dalmatian who was jumping up at one of the workers. One he looked past the dog, Bucky realised that the girl was kinda pretty, smiling at the dog and letting it lick her face affectionately, half-laughing at something one of her co-workers had said to her. 

When Bucky once again shook his head, Sam gave up. The receptionist gave a cough behind them. 

“Did y’all make an appointment?” She asked, her fingers poised and ready to type. 

“It’ll be under Barnes,” Sam answered for Bucky. “We’re looking for a big dog and I looked on the website and-”

“Alright,” the receptionist interrupted, “if you take a seat on the couch over that way I’ll have someone be over with you soon.”

“You looked on the website?” Bucky asked as they turned away and made their way over to the couch. “Is this dog for you or for me?” 

Sam punched his good arm and Bucky rolled his eyes, scanning the couch to find a surface not covered with hair to sit on, unsuccessfully. The whole thing was covered with different coloured fur, creating a strange montage of white, black and brown shades on the bright green of the couch. Sam slumped down in the chair and Bucky took his chance to take a glance back at where the girl with the Dalmatian had been a minute earlier, but she was gone. 

“Hi there!” Bucky turned to see her standing there. The Dalmatian was gone from her side, but she was still brushing her front to try and rid herself of the lingering fur. She smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling as she looked between Bucky and Sam. “Take a seat. My name is Y/N and I’ll be helping you out with finding a dog here today.” She took a seat and pulled a notepad onto her lap. Bucky sat down, feeling Sam’s smug eyes on him but desperately trying to ignore him. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam and we’re here to look for a dog for grandpa Buck over here.” Sam smirked as Bucky shot him a death glare. She turned her attention to Bucky, kindness in her eyes as she looked him up and down. 

“I’m guessing a big dog, right?” She asked. 

“I guess, yeah,” Bucky said, folding his arms over his chest. “And not too young, we don’t really have time to train it properly.”

“Okay no problem,” she nodded, jotting some notes down, “any other preferences?”

“It’s a therapy dog,” Sam said, “so-”

“Sam!”

“No it’s okay,” the girl said, stopping the argument before it could begin, “we actually don’t have any licensed dogs here on site but if it’s just for companionship and comfort then there shouldn’t be any issues.” 

Bucky nodded solemnly. It had been a kick in the teeth when the therapist Sam had forced him to go to had told him that he would need an animal. He’d survived for so long on his own, it felt almost strange to even be with Sam so often. Having to rely on an animal felt like he was losing independence. When he’d told his therapist that she had tried to convince him that having a dog would actually help with his independence, but he wasn’t buying it. 

“Okay,” the girl said, interrupting Bucky’s train of thought, “I’m gonna go and take this list and see if there’s anyone who I think would be a good match for you.” She hesitated for a second, clearly wanting to say something more before deciding against it and turning to go back to her office. 

There was a beat of silence after she left before Sam pounced. 

“She’s...nice.”

“I guess.”

“You like her.” Sam said, unable to stop himself. “She’s cute Barnes, give her your number.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so,” he shook his head. She was too normal, too sweet. He was screwed in the head and she wouldn’t be able to handle it. It was pointless. It was dumb. She probably wasn’t interested. 

“She thought you were cute too, y’know.” Sam sighed, picking up a brochure and beginning to browse, one eye remaining on Bucky as he raised his eyebrow, considering before shaking his head. 

The girl rounded the corner once again, a file in hand and a nervous smile playing on her lips. Bucky tried to match her smile, feign some excitement for her sake at least, but it came out more like a grimace and he decided it best just not to make eye contact and let Sam do the talking. 

“Alright, I have a dog that might be good for you,” she started gently, “he’s a two year old Husky named Loki and he’s honestly such a sweetheart.”

“Loki?” Bucky asked, his brows furrowing. 

“I know, I know, but you can rename him in time and he’s not at all mischievous.” She handed over the file to Bucky. The photo of Loki, all grey and white fur, stared up at him with icy blue eyes. It was a nice looking dog. His previous owners had moved to Europe and couldn’t take him with them so they’d bought him into the shelter just a couple of weeks before. 

He could feel her watching him, leaning forward and trying to hide the way she was nervously picking at her fingers as he examined the sheet. Sam’s eyes were on him too, but he didn’t care much what he thought. 

“Okay,” he huffed, noting the glint in her eyes as she leaned in towards him, “let��s meet him and see what the deal is.” 

She suppressed a squeal and told Bucky and Sam to head down the path towards the meeting area, a closed off space behind the park-like yard that had toys and treats already waiting for them. They stood and waited, the crisp fall sunshine keeping them from getting too cold. 

She knocked before leading Loki into meet them. The dog locked eyes with Bucky, almost pulling her over as he tried to go and meet him. 

“He likes people!” She chuckled, closing the door and letting him off the leash so he could bound over. 

Immediately, the dog nuzzled his head into Bucky’s lap, nudging his head under his metal arm to be pet. Bucky obliged, feeling the dog’s soft fur run through his fingers, privately annoyed at how he knew straight away that his therapist had been right. He looked over to Sam who nodded approvingly, before meeting her eyes. They shone with unshed tears as she smiled at the pair of them. 

“I’ll go out and let you guys get acquainted-”

“No!” Bucky interrupted her, “I mean, he’s obviously comfortable with you here so you really don’t need to. And, y’know,” he cleared his throat, “I, uh… I’m more comfortable with you sticking around for a little bit.” 

A slow grin spread over her face as she joined Bucky and Loki on the floor. Sam stood back, sneakily taking a photo on his phone which he threatened to send to Fury. A long forgotten feeling washed over him. It wasn’t quite happiness, but there was a kind of joy in it, in knowing that there was going to be someone there who needed him that wasn’t an annoying bird-man. Contentment. He was content in this moment, this small world. A pretty girl smiling at him, a dog on his lap. The life he could have had if he hadn’t been drafted. 

“So… what do you think?” She asked him. Loki was lying at his feet, a ball between his paws. She sat beside him, close enough that he could smell the faint traces of her perfume. 

“You said he’d be okay to come on a mission, right?” Bucky asked.

“I’d avoid anything with too many loud noises… but if he was kept somewhere safe he’d be okay to travel.” She shrugged. She leaned forward to put Loki’s leash back on, but her hand brushed his and Bucky felt a shower of goosebumps cover his skin. He turned away, feeling his face flush, only to see Sam’s smug face. 

ASK HER OUT he mouthed. Bucky shook his head. IF YOU DON’T I WILL. Bucky glared at him before turning back to her. 

“If you wanna talk, by the way,” she pulled out Loki’s file and scribbled something down, “here’s my number.” She didn’t meet his gaze, but smiled a little, her fingers messing with Loki’s fur. “Y’know, about dog stuff.”

“I’ll call you,” Bucky replied a little too quickly, “about… dog stuff.” 

“I’ll make sure of it,” Sam nudged him. She blushed a little and nodded, handing Loki’s leash over to Bucky, letting his hand linger before leading them back. 

Bucky looked up at the sky over the dog park, feeling hope fill his chest for the first time in a long time.

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: We’re Going For A Ride, Doll...

Summary: Steve’s been away for a few weeks running a mission, and whilst he’s been away Katie hasn’t exactly had a relaxing time. What better way to relieve a tension than a little night time bike ride… Warning: Language! Smut (NSFW, 18)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: Biker Steve smut…yeah..it’s a kink and this was written purely for my own self-gratification reasons.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

March 2014

Katie let the scorching hot water cascade down her body, loosening her muscles and washing away the last of the tension from her meeting earlier that day. It had been frustrating, middle aged men in trousers trying to prove who had the longest dicks as per usual until her temper had snapped and she’d called time on the finance review, and told them to come back in a few days when they had finished trying to see who could piss up the walls the highest.

Pepper had smirked when she had stormed out of the meeting and declared she was flying back to DC and then her smirk had turned to a frown when she’d seen the look on Katie’s face, instead asking the youngest Stark if she was okay. Truth was she was far from it. She was exhausted having not slept properly for the best part of two weeks now. And the reason for the lack of sleep was that for the first time since she’d started dating Steve, they’d been snapped out on a date and the offending photos splashed all over the internet.

Her flight in from DC had been smooth and, feeling rather refreshed actually all things considered, Katie clutched her coffee as she walked down the corridor, her Louboutins clicking on the tiles as she pressed her palm to the door and strode into the publishing office. She glanced around, nodding to a few people as she made her way to her office, frowning as she felt eyes following her. She turned her head over her shoulder and saw one of the junior admin assistants hastily avert their gaze. She paused for a moment before she shook her head, walking into her office and dropping her purse on her desk. No sooner had she done that, than JARVIS spoke.

“Miss Stark.” “Morning J.” “Mr Stark has asked you pop up to see him.” “Tell him to come here. I’m busy.”

“He said you would say that. He told me to tell you it’s important and he doesn’t want people listening in. He’s waiting in his office.” With a groan she grabbed her coffee and walked back the way she had come, ignoring the glances that were coming her way before heading to the elevator and selecting the floor that housed Tony’s office.

“What do you want?” She demanded as she walked into his office, to see Tony and Happy both looking at something on the screen.

“Good morning to you too, Sunshine!” Tony quipped and Katie let out an angry noise.

“Tony, I’ve got meetings all day. I have a potential author coming in at twelve so…” Tony waved his hand and the screen he was looking at projected the image onto the holodisplay in front of her and her eyes widened. It was a photo of her and Steve sat in her car in the middle of a deep kiss. Steve’s hand was cupping her cheek as hers was tangled in his hair, and she knew exactly when it had been taken, the previous night when they’d been out on a date. Steve had been called right in the middle of their evening for an urgent mission so their meal had been cut short and she’d dropped him home and he was kissing her goodbye.

“Shit.” She groaned, and looked at Tony who grinned and shrugged.

“Yeah, you got papped.” He explained before he paused. “Actually papped isn’t the right word seeing as it wasn’t a professional photographer, they know now to not even bother. This was some member of the public. First we saw was when our daily Social Media monitoring reports picked it up.”

“Are there anymore?”

“A few.” He said, flicking through the photos which basically were snapped in succession. There was one of them breaking from the kiss, Steve pressing his head to hers, then pecking her lips again, before climbing out of the car.

“Can we get rid of them?”

“Oh yeah.” Tony waved a hand. “We already deployed the algorithm, usual stuff…and I tracked down the person who took the original shot and offered him an obscene amount of money to hand over the rights. At first he wasn’t going to do it, but then I told him it was that or I fired a virus straight down the line to blow up his phone.” Katie rolled her eyes “And he believed you could actually do that?” Happy shrugged “Well, we can in a way. Maybe not the blowing up bit but…” “Thing is we don’t know how far this has gone.” Tony shrugged “We can keep the photo off the net but, well, it was already trending when we saw it.” “Under what?”

Tony grinned and waved his hand, revealing the hashtag.

“Stark Spangled Man?” Katie groaned “Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah, I was tempted to leave it just for that tag.” Tony mused and Katie rubbed at her temple.

“If the guys at SHIELD have seen this…”

“Already had the Goth Pirate on the phone.” Tony shrugged “Told him I’d deal with it. It’s not like the public didn’t know you two are…you know.”

“Has Steve seen it?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Tony looked at her “He’s your boyfriend. You ask him.”

“I can’t, he’s on a mission and it’s radio silence.” She bit her lip and ran her hand through her hair. “I can’t see him being particularly pleased about it.” “Maybe he shouldn’t have been eating your face in the front of your car then.” Tony shrugged.

“Oh piss off.” Katie snapped at her brother, who simply raised his eyebrow, smirking slightly.

“Kiddo, we can stop the photos.” Happy looked at her, “But the comments and tweets, it’s a huge job and…” “Yeah I know just…” She shrugged “Oh whatever, they’ll get bored eventually. Just make sure no fucking trashy tabloids get hold of it.” Thankfully they hadn’t. But the comments on social media had continued for a week. Most of them were actually pretty nice, saying it was cute and they made a nice couple. Some of them not so nice, commenting on Katie’s appearance and the like, not that she gave a fuck. She’d dealt with comments like that before, knowing full well it came from a place of jealousy most of the time, what she was struggling with, however, was the fact she hadn’t managed to speak to Steve about it at all.

How he was going to react was worrying her a little. A general interest in their relationship was a risk they knew they were running, having gone public in December at the New Years’ Eve gala, but up until that point they had been lucky. They were also careful in that when they were out, they kept to quiet places as much as possible and, as Steve wasn’t huge on public displays of affection in general (holding hands and the odd quick kiss being as far as he went), there wasn’t really anything of interest to pap. Until that night. And it wasn’t just the social media side of things. The gossip at the tower had also pissed her off. It was like some huge secret had been revealed which wasn’t the case. The fact they were dating was public knowledge, but it was more the fact that people had seen the photo in the way they had and she felt like it was undermining her authority at work, which is what had contributed to her lack of sleep and her outburst earlier that day.

With a heavy sigh, she turned around and let her face soak in the stream one last time, then she turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed a towel before she headed back into her room.

Steve had been gone for three weeks now, on an undercover mission. Something to do with some guy planning to flood the US with dirty drugs. She didn’t know much, no longer being at SHIELD she wasn’t party to the secrets and, despite the fact Fury was actually pretty good at keeping her as updated as he could, she always felt stressed and anxious when he was away, not knowing if he was okay. It had been easier when she had been an Agent herself, something which made her sometimes question her decision to quit.

Especially on days like today, with meetings like that one.

Having dried off, she pulled on a pair of leggings before tossing one of Steve’s hoodies on which still vaguely smelt of him and quickly blasted her hair with the hair-drier, letting the waves naturally set before she wandered into the living room. It was nearing dinner time, and she couldn’t be bothered to cook, intending instead to indulge herself in a bottle of wine and a pizza from Seconds.

The pizza arrived when she was halfway through the bottle of wine and by the time she’d had her fill, she’d finished said bottle. She was just on her way to grab another when her phone rang, the familiar sounds of “Only One In Colour” hitting her ears, which was the tone she attributed to just one person.

She hastily ran back to the living and grabbed her phone which was on the sofa cushion, smiling as she saw the photo of her and Steve filling the screen.

“Hey!” she said a little breathlessly and she heard a chuckle on the other side.

“Am I glad to hear your voice” Her soldier spoke and she felt herself tearing up.

“Me too.” She sighed, taking a deep breath “I take it the mission is done?”

“Yeah, took a little longer than we thought. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to call,Doll.”

“It’s okay” She smiled, “When are you home?”

“Yeah, about that.” He said softly, and she took a deep breath, bracing herself for bad news before he spoke again, a playful quality to his soothing voice. “Look out the window, Baby girl.”

Katie felt a huge grin cross her face as that could only mean one thing. In a flash she yanked open the doors that led to her balcony and ran out, peering over the edge. And there he was, in all his glory, waving up at her from where he sat on his bike.

“What you down there for?” She teased as she looked down.

“We’re going for a ride, Doll.” He replied simply and she grinned.

“I’ll be right down.”

“Three minutes. Captains Orders.” He shot back and she turned and headed back into her penthouse.

“I love it when you get all masterful”

“I know.” He gave a little laugh. “Now hurry up.”

She cut the call and headed quickly into her bedroom, pulling off the hoody and exchanging it instead for a long cashmere sweater that finished mid-thigh. It had been a gift from Steve not long before he had left and she knew he loved it on her. It was a deep green colour- “It matches your eyes, Doll”- The fabric was soft, and the turtle neck line scooped slightly so that you could see a flash of her collar bone at either side of her neck. She cinched the waist in with a tan belt and shoved her feet into a pair of matching ankle boots. Grabbing her biker jacket and her helmet, she grabbed her keys and ran to the elevator.  

She emerged onto the street and stopped as Steve turned to face her. She gave herself a second to take him in, scanning his dark jeans, white t-shirt and open jacket all set off with a distressed leather belt and matching boots, before she gave a squeal and ran towards him. Steve stood up off his bike and strode towards her, meeting her halfway as she threw herself into his arms.

“Hey.” He whispered softly, his face pressing into her hair as her legs circled his waist. “God I missed you.” “Missed you too.” She mumbled, before she pulled back and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Like, really missed you.”

And then she suddenly became conscious they were in the street. She threw a glance around, looking for any sly public amateur photographers and Steve frowned, spotting her change in demeanour.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She looked at him as he set her on her feet, his hands on her waist. “Let’s get out of here.”

He didn’t press her further, simply led her back to the bike and she swung her legs over the back, clipping the straps of her helmet into place. He settled in front of her and she laced her arms around his waist, under his jacket as he fired up the bike with a roar. Steve took another glance over his shoulder, her eyes visible through the visor of her helmet and they were shining with excitement. Flashing her a smile he turned round and set the bike off, heading up the street.

He drove the familiar route to Rock Creek and after half an hour or so pulled the bike to a halt in the spot he always parked at, a hidden little clearing just off the main parking lot. It was deserted due to the hour, which suited him fine. Cutting the engine he felt Katie shift behind him and he set the stand on the bike before he turned to see his girl taking her helmet off. She fluffed her hair out slightly and then grinned at him as he patted the space between his legs. She jumped off the bike, hung her helmet over the handlebars before she climbed back up, this time facing Steve, her back to the handlebars of the bike.

The little wooded area was dark, bar the moon shining through the lattice of leaves above them and Katie took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of pine needles, fresh air and the slight smell of the early spring flowers. The babbling of the brook was loud in the quiet of night providing them with a little background noise as Steve reached out, his hands cupping her face as he drew her to him. Katie closed her eyes, allowing him to take the lead as his tongue slid across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth slightly, his movements smooth and graceful as he kissed her passionately before he pulled away, her bottom lip caught between both of his. He released it gently, pressing his forehead to hers, their noses bumping together slightly.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked her quietly. Katie sighed, and looked down at his long legs which were stretched towards her. Leaning her own legs forward, she hooked her calves around his, the denim of his jeans rustling as it bushed against her leggings. Her hands dropped to his knees and she ran them up the outside of his thighs, her fingers skating the strong muscles as they stretched the fabric of his dark blue Levi’s slightly. “Katie?” he asked again and she took a deep breath before she reached for her phone in the pocket of her jacket.

“Someone papped us, well I say papped, it was more some nosey bastard member of the public…” she sighed, scrolling through to the photo. She handed it to him and he took it from her, fingers brushing hers gently. He glanced down at it and after a second he screwed up his face and let out a breath from his nose.

“Crap.” He muttered before he handed her phone back and looked at her, rolling his eyes.

“Tony managed to get rid of it from the net but…” She shrugged “It’s been a pain in the ass, Steve. All the fucking mumbled little comments in the office and…” She rubbed her neck slightly “Not being able to warn you either.”

“Warn me?” He cocked his head to one side. “About what?”

“The fact you were all over the internet eating my face.” She shrugged and he gave a snort of laughter “Didn’t want you walking back into base and being blindsided. I know you’re not big into PDAs and I figured if the guys from STRIKE got hold of it, hell, if Nat got hold of it…”

“Doll, I couldn’t care less.”

Katie looked at him, blinking “You don’t?”

“No, well, I mean it’s not great but, well, I’m more pissed that you got a hard time in the office about it.”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” She shrugged, before she grinned. “If they carry on I can just fire them all.” Steve chuckled, his hands dropping to hers as he laced their fingers together. “Bet Tony had a field day.” “Yeah, he thought it was pretty funny, especially the hashtag it was all trending under.” “Which was?”

“Stark Spangled Man.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve paused for a second before he tipped his head back, his broad chest and shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter before he shook his head and peeked up at her slightly. “Ten outta Ten for imagination, huh?”

“Well, they’re not wrong.” He said simply, his hands leaving hers and they slid under her ass as he pulled her forward so she was straddling his lap. “I am completely and utterly Stark Spangled…”

“I never wanna hear you say that ever again.” Katie narrowed her eyes as her hands slid up his arms coming to rest on the firm planes of his chest just below his collar bone.

“No?” He asked gently, his hands splaying on her back gently underneath her jacket.

“Not unless you want me to start singing an amended version of your chorus song.” She grinned.

“Shut up.” “Make me.” She retorted, a childish tone to her voice and arched an eyebrow as he looked up at her.

“Brat.” He mumbled, his hand sliding up to her neck, pulling her face to his. The kiss was fierce, his lips warm on hers, the familiar tingle spreading up her spine making her shiver slightly and a soft moan escaped her mouth to his and she felt his lips curl into a smirk against hers before they moved gently from her mouth to her jaw line. He peppered soft, warm and wet pecks down her neck before he gently moved her sweater to the side a little more, exposing more of her shoulder.

The feel of his mouth on her skin was electric, and Katie let her head fall back, eyes closing as Steve’s hands splayed on her back, holding her in position as he kissed every inch of her skin he could find. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed, thickly as he paused his fingers digging into her back.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” He mumbled.

“Not wearing any panties either.” She said softly and he pulled back to look at her, a groan escaping his mouth.

“You’re killing me, Doll.” “Well I was in my comfy stuff and you gave me three minutes to get ready.” She shrugged “Captain’s orders, remember?”

“Because you always do exactly what I tell you.” He said sarcastically, looking at her with those baby blues which were now a dark midnight shade through desire.

“When it counts I do.” She smirked, rolling her hips, pushing down on his crotch. He hissed slightly, his hands gripping her tighter as he bit his lip. Steve took a look round the deserted clearing and his attention turned back to her, his eyes challenging.

“Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, Sweetheart.” He warned her sternly, his voice low and the tone he spoke with had her twitching even more. She wasn’t one to back down to a challenge, and he knew that, but despite the fact she knew he was playing games, she simply smirked and her hands slid down his chest to his belt, fingers making short work of the buckle before she moved her attentions to the button on his jeans, popping them easily before she slid down the zipper.

“Who says I wasn’t gonna finish it?” She shrugged, as her hand worked into his boxers and wrapped her palm around his warm cock and he gave a low moan, his head falling back as she began to work him.

Katie simply watched his face, his soft lips parting slightly, eyes fluttering shut. Long lashes lay against his rosy cheeks, his Adam’s apple bobbed and he gulped slightly when her movements and grip grew stronger. His eyes opened and locked onto hers, his pupils completely lust blown, speckles of moonlight reflecting in them gave her the impression she was looking at the starry sky and he leaned up and pressed his lips to hers in another hungry kiss, their teeth clashing slightly. She felt the heat pooling between her legs as his hands slid under the side of her long sweater, fingers gripping her skin tightly as he squirmed underneath her.

Katie moved her hand more rapidly, loving the effect she had on him. The fact she could undo the stoic, taciturn Captain in matter of minutes was a fucking turn on and she grinned as he buried his face into her neck as she alternated between fast and hard, long and slow strokes. She felt him attempt to thrust desperately into her palm as he let out a low sigh of her name and she tilted his face back to hers with her spare hand and captured his mouth in a hard kiss as she gave him another slow stroke. At that, clearly done with the teasing, he growled into her mouth, standing up suddenly, spinning her round so her back was pressed to his chest. Katie let out a squeak of surprise as one hand kept her supported easily as it hooked over the front of her chest, the other pulling down one side of her leggings then the other. He sat back down, pulling her over him and in a single thrust upwards had buried himself inside her.

The sudden intrusion made Katie cry out as she felt him fill her, and once he was fully seated and she was stuffed as full as possible, he began to thrust upwards, controlling the speed completely. Her thighs were tight around him, and she was powerless to spread her legs apart much as they were clamped together thanks to the fact her leggings were bunched round her ankles, restricting her movement. Instead, she leaned back, arching her back, head falling to his shoulder, shifting the angle slightly which allowed him to drive up into her even deeper. His hands moved, sliding up her sweater to cup her breasts and as he gently tugged on her nipples she gave a loud wail as the sensation speared through her and she pushed down as hard as she could, rotating her hips slightly. Steve’s breath was hot on her ear as he pulled her down with every thrust up that he made, grinding right up against her spot.

“Such a needy little thing, aint you…” he said, his voice low and punctuated by his heavy breathing and she gave a low keen as he nipped at her neck, his fingers tugging her nipples harder.

“3 weeks Steve…” she panted, and he gave a dirty chuckle, pushing up again, bottoming out completely. It was a movement he repeated again and again, his mouth chaining kisses to her neck. One hand moved down from her chest, calloused fingers brushing lightly against her skin, over her stomach, and she shivered at his touch as he gently reached the spot between her legs. As he pushed up again he gently rubbed against her clit and she cried out, her head falling forwards slightly before his other hand moved upwards, gently wrapping around her neck as he pulled her back, his hand turning her face to his where he caught her mouth in a sloppy kiss.

The feeling of being manhandled like that, in the open air, one hand between her legs, the other round her neck, his cock thrusting slowly against her spot was almost too much, and she groaned, writhing on his lap, her mouth falling open, and when she finally found her voice it was raspy as she struggled to form her words.

“Please, Steve…I need…” her hand grasped the wrist which was between her legs, trying to speed him up. He looked down at her, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and concentration, sweat beading on his brow.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” she nodded, and his fingers picked up their pace as did his hips. Her legs shuddered slightly as she felt the white, hot heat rising in her belly and she let out a low cry of his name.

“Come on, Doll.” he murmured, “Cum for me, Sweetheart.” And she did, with a force so intense she couldn’t stop herself letting out a loud “Fuck” as she shuddered, the world fading to dark around her, as the waves of pleasure racked her entire body.

“Shit, Katie.” Steve stuttered, his thrusts growing erratic as be bit down gently on her shoulder and he came with a groan, his hips slowing to an eventual stop as he sagged forward a little, forehead buried against her shoulder.

They stayed still for a while, the silence of their surroundings bar the trickle of the stream providing a soothing background as they both recovered themselves. Katie tilted her head round to look at him. His expression was dazed, mouth open in supplication and she loved seeing him so utterly wrecked. A fresh fucked Steve was the most beautiful thing in the world to her. All golden haired, slack jawed, kiss swollen lips and long eyelashes framing that stunningly handsome face. Taking a deep breath, Steve pressed a soft kiss to her neck before he cracked his eyes open and gave her that beautiful smile she lived for.

“For the record,” she hummed into his mouth as she captured his lips in a small kiss. “I’m well aware you totally just played me.”

He gave a soft chuckle and looked up at her, his blue eyes sparkling “Guilty as charged.” His hands ran up her sides underneath her sweater, fingers gently trailing down her ribs. “But I did tell you we were going for a ride.”

**Original Posting**

[sombreboy]

Mused obsession (1)

Written by @sombreboy​ as Jungkook & @chimoona​​ as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog​​

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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 7.4k ⇢Ch.warnings: (Does sexual tension count?) None.

Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.

Jimin shifts in his chair to find a comfortable position. He’s about half an hour into hair and makeup and already itching to get in front of the camera. It’s day one of promo shots for a clothing line he’s actually passionate about—his own. He’d come far in his career, gaining traction for his unique look and alluring personality. Now it was time to get the recognition he deserved, as a model and a visionary. He powered through a couple solid years of being a nobody, doing whatever gig got his foot in the right door. Today is the beginning of his new chapter, a rebranding milestone. He only hopes he has the right crew to make his vision a reality. 

Jungkook is a famous photographer, widely known for his brand name ‘GJK’ within the industry. Having a photoshoot with him was rare to come by, not because he is difficult to reach, but because he is extremely picky with whom he works with. Only the best of the best gets his lens pointed at them, and it just so happens, Jungkook found Jimin among many possible clients to work with.

The fashion itself wasn’t exactly what Jungkook cared for, but he had to admit that it was eye catching, fresh, and modern. However, what truly caught JK’s eye was the man behind it all, Park Jimin. He looked deeper into who this man was, and was impressed with how he’d worked his way up from nothing to where he’s at now, Jungkook himself being a large stepping stone for the young man.

Kook could see himself in him in a way, having worked his way up by being dedicated to his hard work, and at his young age—being known as the highest profile photographer in the industry.

He’s busy, setting up the studio lighting, making sure his camera is in place before roaming the room, one hand held out as his staff brought him his banana milk. A guilty pleasure. He hates coffee—but loves overly sweet drinks.

‘‘Where’s Jimin? Shouldn’t he be here by now?’‘ JK glances at his staff, who bows in apology and makes their way to call for the model that it was time.

Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest at the shaky sound of his name being called by a spooked PA. 

“Showtime, Sir,” she mutters. “Mr. Jeon doesn’t like to be left waiting.” 

The makeup artist snaps to attention and gives a final spot-check for imperfections while the hairstylist fluffs his soft hair for a “just woke up” look. 

“Who’s running the show here?” Jimin asks quietly, feeling a little cocky, but not enough to ever say it in front of the high-profile photographer. The man makes him nervous, he hates to admit. He’s still trying to wrap his mind around how he scored Jungkook for his promo shoot, but didn’t think to ask out of fear he would back out. Jimin admires Jungkook’s tenacity and work ethic, despite being the younger of the two. He had to make sure everything was perfect, knowing very well how he liked his subjects to be of visual perfection and grace. “Please tell him I’m on my way.”

Jungkook sighs when the PA comes back with the news, sipping his artificial drink with one hand firmly placed on his hip. His eyes roam the room, making sure everything is the way he wants it. Normally, the staff would do the work, but being picky as he is, he prefers to set everything up himself. That way, if something wasn’t up to par, it was all on him.

‘‘Alright everyone, when he arrives, you know the rules. I want utter privacy.’‘

Jimin steps into the studio, dressed in his first look—a clean form-fitted blazer and tight black jeans, paired with genuine leather ankle boots. He didn’t want gaudy accessories but couldn’t resist slipping slim silver rings over his delicate fingers to match his signature silver hoops. His public persona until this point has been very bubbly and light—the typical boy next door. Now he wants to flip the industry on its head and feature an aesthetic of dark neutrals with metallic accents.

He was too busy smoothing over his blazer as he approached Jungkook to realize it was just the two of them. When he looks up, he notices just one set of eyes staring back. No PAs, no stylists. Just the undivided attention of Jungkook as he sipped his sugary milk. 

“Oh—uh...hello, Jeon. I appreciate you taking on this project at such short notice,” he nods politely, reaching out a hand to shake. “Is the staff off for lunch? Will they be returning?” 

Jungkook glances down at Jimin’s delicate hands, observing the small rings adorning them. He was a man of detail, taking notice of every single piece the elder was wearing, the colours, even how every strand of his hair was placed. Letting his gaze dissect the man for a moment, still sipping his drink, he finally releases the straw with a pop as he reaches out to take the smaller hand in his. Call him rude, or maybe socially awkward, but instead of a normal handshake, he simply pulls the hand closer to his face to inspect the jewelry.

‘‘No, I asked them to leave.’‘ Jungkook simply states before releasing Jimin’s hand, ‘‘I prefer to work with my clients in privacy.’‘

Jimin swallows audibly, watching the photographer as he inspects his hand. He didn’t find it odd that he was engrossed in his appearance, however, a shiver ran down his spine at Jungkook’s reply. A new wave of anxiety washes over him at the revelation they were alone and would remain that way for the duration of the shoot. 

“I, uh, I see,” he says, eyes roaming over the younger’s meticulous setup. “You never cease to amaze me, Jeon. You think you can handle this all on your own?”

With one eyebrow raised, Jungkook tilts his head as his eyes travel back up to meet Jimin’s.

‘‘Do I think I can handle this on my own?’‘ He repeats softly, a smile pulling on the corners of his lips. He brings the straw back into his mouth before motioning with his hand for Jimin to follow him onto the set, pointing towards the spot which he wants the elder to stand on. He turns around, waiting for Jimin to follow his silent instructions.

In the back of Jimin’s mind he couldn’t help worrying how it would all turn out. He has a lot riding on this, yet he knows Jungkook is a man of his word. His portfolio is anything but defamatory and unprofessional. He truly is an artist of taste. On top of that, Jungkook’s calm and nonchalant attitude was surprisingly alluring, easy to follow. 

“I hired you for a reason,” Jimin replies, belated, “I trust your judgement.” After stepping on his marker, Jimin takes in the ironed backdrop and pristine lighting structure. Jungkook seems to be more than prepared without assistance, which puts him at ease. 

Jimin falls into his role of model, standing in contrapposto with his shoulders held back proudly. “How would you like me?” he asks, staring into the photographer’s dark umber eyes. They caught him by surprise, how focused they were on his every movement.

Jungkook’s eyes never wavered from him, observing every single movement of his. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t entranced by the elegance that oozed off of the elder. His movements were so delicate, as if every step had purpose. It made him smile.

‘‘Just stay like that.’‘ Kook threw his finished drink to the side before getting behind the camera, able to properly focus on every detail through the lense as he adjusts his angle. The man in front of him is photogenic, that’s for sure. He’s gorgeous. Before Jimin was even ready for the shoot to begin, the sound of the camera going off a couple times echoed; JK withdrew a bit to check how the first series of photos turned out with a content expression.

This is one way that he likes to do it to warm up, to see how the model would react to his sudden actions. Would they be anxious? Would they get mad? Or something completely different?

Jimin pushes his hair back with his ring-clad hand, getting lost in the moment. It’s flattering to see just how eager Jungkook is to begin. Granted, his rapid test shots are more than he’s used to. He’s always ready to adapt to a new situation. 

He runs through his series of standard poses, leaning into them harder because it seems to please the younger man. If he’s enthusiastic about the process, Jimin is positive it will shine through in the final product. 

“How is it turning out?” 

Jungkook removes the camera from the tripod stand he originally intended to use, staring down at the screen on his camera while flipping through the images,

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ He nods to confirm his own words, checking before bringing the camera back up in front of his face and snapping another photo of Jimin while he was speaking. He went back into his own world of checking his latest photograph, a nodding hum in thought as he stared at it. 

‘‘The camera loves you.’‘ 

As Jungkook thought, this man truly was photogenic, and the fact that he knew how to be on camera only made the photos more beautiful. Even if he wasn’t prepared for his latest shot, it turned out to be his favourite photo of them all. His eyes fell back on the elder before he spoke. 

‘‘Grab that chair and sit on it, please.’‘

The flash of Jungkook’s camera caught Jimin off guard while he was mid-speak, but it must have turned out well. It brought a smile to Jungkook’s face as he stared down at his display screen, endearing bunny teeth peeking out from his rosy lips. He must be going for a specific style, trying to capture the feel of his clothing in a candid moment. 

God, he really is a genius. 

At Jungkook’s command, Jimin pulls over a chair and sits on it, draping his arm over the back casually.

Jungkook approaches by a few steps, crouching on the floor as he points his camera towards Jimin. This time he gives him an opportunity to be ready for the photo. However, before snapping the photo, he whispers out a few words with his sweet voice.

‘’You’re a beauty,’’ –To trigger a reaction, whether it might be a smile, a face of shock, or a pair of furrowed eyebrows, he loves to spur expressions that weren’t simply a model’s pout. Of course, he would need a few photos like that, but this part of his session was his favourite. It was like a little game, and Jimin was fun to play with so far.

Jimin’s nerves skyrocket as Jungkook compliments him. He’s used to photographers giving praise, but this felt very intimate as the younger’s voice was sweet and seductive. Then again, he probably just read the gesture incorrectly. Jimin is beautiful and he knows it well. It shouldn’t feel odd to hear those words pass Jungkook’s lips. Jimin stares back at him wide-eyed, mouth parted, trying to calm his nerves. 

Why is Jeon making him so nervous?

“Uh, t-thank you,” Jimin replies weakly. He looks around the room to read the crew’s expressions but is quickly reminded that he’s all alone, aside from the man on his knees, just a short distance away now. “That’s kind of you to say,” he confesses, cheeks warming. He swivels one of the silver rings around his finger until he can focus again. He’s probably reading too far into it.

Jungkook takes note of every little detail of Jimin’s expressions, movements, even the small stutter rolling off his plushy lips. It’s cute, he was definitely worth his time. He inches closer, getting a nice low angle of the beauty. The way the light bounces off the apples of the elders cheeks truly come into view, along with his small hoop earrings shining.

‘‘I bet there’s not a single angle you can’t pull off, Jimin.” He uses the model’s name casually, as he normally would any other client. But this time it felt a little more intimate, the way ‘Jimin’ felt on his tongue as he worded it out. He never wanted to stop saying it. However, there’s a job that needs to be done, whether he wants to play or not, so he continues to find various angles before standing back up. ‘‘Good job, now, let’s move on to the next look. Your stylists are waiting.”

Jimin hurriedly walks to the back room to change, a sigh of relief escaping his chest to see that the next outfit was laid out and ready. On his lean frame, it looked devastating. Head-to-toe worn black leather with silver trim and sparkling crystal accents, pulled together by a thin raw leather choker. “I almost want to steal it off your body,” the makeup artist comments, “it’s not fair you look this good!”

Jimin smiles back, fluffing his hair. “Maybe after the shoot. We need to get it on camera first.” 

The artist dabs a pretty red stain on his plushy lips and gives it a little gloss to shine under the lights. “He’s perfect,” the lead stylist confirms, waving off the others. She prompts him to enter the studio alone, which he does with confidence. 

His boots click on the hard floor, announcing his presence. He found himself expectant of how Jungkook would react.

Jungkook changed up the lighting a bit, dimming it ever so slightly to get a darker effect, knowing Jimin’s next theme would be something a little sexier. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was just how well Jimin would pull off the look. But then again, he really should’ve been.

Kook’s eyes widen momentarily as he sees the elder stride in; the echoing sound of his boots giving his aura an amplified effect of power. It’s such a contrast to the previous outfit.

“Wooow,” Jungkook can’t help but let his jaw fall open with a smile, not hiding how impressed he is with the look, clapping his hands together in a childish manner, “I like it, I like it!..” His hands remain clasped, approaching Jimin to circle around him, inspecting everything from the diamonds to the small choker on his neck. Without hesitation, he reaches out to brush his fingers against the material.

Jimin hadn’t put much thought towards the banana milk, but the animated way Jungkook clapped at his arrival just added to the photographer’s rare childlike mannerisms. It counterbalances his stern professional side and warms Jimin to see. 

“My photographer approves?” Seems so, especially by the way the younger’s long fingers graze his choker, tickling his neck with goosebumps. “I’m pleased I could deliver.” His eyes scan the dim room to find his mark. “Where would you like me for this portion?”

Jungkook’s eyes subtly fall on Jimin’s lips—the glossy red looks really, really pretty on him. He was pretty sure Jimin could be a doll, prettier than every single male and female he’s ever worked with. A joy for his camera lens. 

Withdrawing his hand from the choker, he delicately grasps onto Jimin’s wrist with one hand and his camera in the other before he guides him towards the second area of the studio, prepared for the darker theme. It was prepared by a large window ledge, painted in black like the walls around that specific area to give it a gothic vibe. This was also the very reason he’d chosen for the shoot to be done late in the evening, as he did not want any sun from the outside while doing this certain photo. Call him meticulous, but he just wanted things to be done his way.

“Sit on the ledge.”

Jimin allows Jungkook to guide him by the wrist, gradually becoming comfortable with the tactile way he likes to work. Jimin does as he’s told and sits, crossing his legs to rest an elbow to his knee. 

“This really goes beyond what I expected, Jeon,” he says, neck craning to take in the entire scene. “Do you put this much detail into all your projects or am I just a special case?” He smiles at the younger, trying to lighten the mood before he transitions to his dark persona.

Jungkook brushes his dark locks away from his eyes, bringing the camera up to check the scene through his lens.

“If you’ve seen any of my work, you’d know.” He says with a low voice, aiming to keep the elder on his toes with his comments. Kook knows he’s of a higher profile, and sometimes that makes people act cautiously around him—he finds it hilarious. 

He snaps a few shots of Jimin, satisfied with how effortless his beauty is. These photos are almost erotic, and that was just by looking at his face.

“Slide the leather jacket down your shoulders and keep it that way,” Jungkook instructs once more. He had simple requests, but they changed the entire photo.

Jimin smirks at Jungkook’s comment. 

Cocky, isn’t he? 

Of course he’s familiar with his work—he’d be living under a rock if he wasn’t aware of Jungkook’s tastes. His change in attitude catches Jimin’s interest and pushes him to deliver facial expressions and casual poses he’s recognized as the photographer’s preference, using his knowledge to his advantage. When he’s asked to bare his shoulders, he does it seamlessly, letting the fragrant material rest against his biceps. 

There’s something about this outfit that brings out his confidence tenfold. He hasn’t even seen the photos but he can already hear the positive reviews from competing fashion critics. In this setting he feels now more than ever that it’s his time to shine. 

“Is this edgy enough?” He asks, knowing Jungkook would be the right one to judge. With affirmation shining in his eyes, Jimin is ready to show the world what he’s capable of.

“Bite your lip.” He instructs again, a smile on his lips as he manages to get some really, really, gorgeous shots. 

This guy is ethereal. 

As the elder did as instructed, it sort of did give Kook a sense of…power. He’d never actually admit it though, it would be unprofessional… But, he likes this. He hasn’t enjoyed a photoshoot as much as he’s enjoyed this one—probably ever. He really doesn’t want the session to end.

But like any other, it was bound to happen. 

It’s late. So, Jungkook finishes off his last closeup of the choker part of his outfit before letting his camera fall, caught by the band attached around his neck. His eyes are glued to Jimin, a content sigh pushing through his lips, 

“That’s a wrap. We’re done for today.”

~~~

Back in the dressing room, Jimin peels himself out of his clothing, reflecting on the day. He’s positively elated by the way everything turned out, desperate to get on to the next set and see what Jungkook prepared for him. After experiencing the younger’s 5-star treatment, he knows he made the right decision in hiring him. A seasoned photographer like Jungkook was exactly what his team needed. He only hopes the feeling is mutual, and gets a sense that perhaps it was. 

“You’re a beauty”— Jungkook’s own words repeat in his mind over and over, making his heart throb at the memory. The praise meant a lot coming from his lips, not only because of his prestige but because he too was incredibly beautiful. It probably wasn’t the wisest thing to think of his photographer, but he couldn’t help noticing. Tonight, he doesn’t think he’ll get much sleep, too excited for the next round.

The feeling is indeed mutual, Jungkook feels so satisfied with how his photos turned out, unable to contain the way his body almost vibrated with excitement while he was seated in the studio. 

The staff slowly came back, breaking his previous privacy to ask how the photoshoot went. All Kook gives them is a wide grin, which definitely serves as more than enough of a response—considering the way he’s always been quite the odd guy.

Everyone slowly starts to wrap up and go home for the night, however Jungkook remains at the studio, already preparing for the morning by taking down the current setup. Everything is done with Jimin in mind. He won’t be able to sleep anyway, rarely does—if the dark circles adorning his eyes are anything to go by. 

Some would say it suits his look.

~~~

The next morning, Jimin started his day like any other, but with more urgency. He took a brisk shower and awakened his smooth skin with a coffee mask and soothing cream. There really was no room for error, and Jimin felt the pressure mounting, knowing that the studio was already set and waiting for his arrival. It didn’t help that his morning copy of Fashion Times magazine had the largest photo of Industry Genius Jeon Jungkook staring deadpan into the lens as if to say “My time is money. I’m waiting.”

~~~

Having a session during the evening and continuing the following morning could be seen as hectic, but to Jungkook, it’s perfect. He can’t imagine having to wait longer than necessary to work with Jimin again.

Slowly, staff came early to help with the rest of the preparations—not that it needed much, Kook had done it all by himself during the night. 

He starts his routine with a drink—the sugary mixture—his favourite way to start off the morning as the PA places it in his hand.

“Jeon, did you even get any sleep? Your eyes…” The PA hesitantly asks, worried for his health more than anything.

“I’m great,” Jungkook ignores the question, a content smile on his face as he brings the straw to his mouth. He gives a thumbs up towards the PA, “Thank you for the drink… Also, when is Jimin coming?” He glances down at the expensive clock adorning his wrist. He was getting impatient, even if Jimin technically had time left to get ready.

Jimin appeared at the makeup artist’s station fresh-faced with an iced Americano and fluffy hair. He sat and let her work her magic as he caffeine reinvigorated his muscles. 

His first look was going to be on the soft yet sultry side—eyes framed with a slightly smudged layer of eyeliner and wisps of peachy pink eyeshadow. It would compliment the lighter spectrum of his collection, with touches of stark white juxtaposing the reoccurring dark neutrals and metallics.

In his mind it represents his old self and the self he hopes to be. The patterns and shades don’t clash—they create depth to his character. He can hear the wardrobe stylists fawn over his first outfit as they steam the fabric to perfection, giving him the boost of confidence he needs to approach Jungkook’s set. If yesterday was any indication of the photographer’s commitment to the project, Jimin was in for a shock. 

Jungkook is on his second drink by now; the sugar is very much needed after all the hard work he spent figuring out the set for the first outfit. To start, he wanted to keep it plain and simple, a metallic background to put the focus on Jimin entirely. But– no, it wasn’t good enough. Now, the idea he went for wasn’t revolutionary per se, but the way he set it up could be. He prepared a separate, smaller room by decorating every single inch with mirrors in different angles. Ceiling? Mirrors. Walls? Mirrors. Floor? You got the jist of it. Mirrors.

Kook had an additional idea, but he wasn’t sure whether or not to go for it yet. He wanted Jimin to shatter the glass– but he wouldn’t make the elder do it if it was deemed too much.

The younger was excited, anxious to see how Jimin would pull off his next look. It was almost unhealthy, the way the JK already felt like there was nothing else he could think of than Park Jimin and his beauty.

‘‘Noona!’‘ Jungkook whined as he strolled out of his mirrored room to find the staff, ‘‘Time?’‘

The way he whines is almost childish, however, the PA used to it. She knows this means his patience is running low, but merely out of excitement. His dark circles indicate hard work, and he wants to finish what he started.

“He’s on his way, Jeon.”

Just then, Jimin’s familiar footfalls echo off the studio walls. 

“Just this way,” another PA instructs him, bringing him into Jungkook’s view. “Follow him into the mirrored room. That’s where you’ll begin.” Jimin nods and follows him into the small room, intrigued by her words. He wasn’t sure what she meant, but it really was a mirrored room—top to bottom, mirrored fragments, deliberately placed. 

“Oh my—“ It was all he could muster, overcome with wonderment, seeing every angle of himself in the blink of an eye. “H-how did you—“ He turns to face his photographer and instantly notices his sleep-deprived state. His shining doe eyes narrow under dark lids, still alert despite his lack of rest, but visibly affected. Did he sleep for even a minute last night? 

“Jeon, I’m breath-taken, honestly. This is just absolutely stunning.” He can’t stop looking at Jungkook as he inspects the room and can’t decide whether to comment on his appearance or carry on. He decides the latter, respecting his process.

Jungkook’s smile widens at the praise, his bunny-like front teeth on full display, nose scrunched up, “Thank you.”

He moves to shut the door behind Jimin before placing his hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the wall. Kook’s eyes wander over the puzzled pieces of glass, doe eyes sparkling at the sight. He turns his attention towards Jimin, his smile falling back into a more neutral expression.

“This is a very special shoot, Jimin. This will be the breakthrough concept. But you have to trust me…” Kook pauses to sip the last of his drink, shaking it lightly to confirm that it was indeed empty. “Do you trust me?”

Jimin nods. The words ‘breakthrough concept’ is exactly what he wanted to hear. He’s dying to know what the visionary has in mind, and almost thinks to order a banana milk for himself to keep up with his pace. 

“I trust you,” he confirms. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

Jungkook’s hand reaches to brush a stray hair away from Jimin’s forehead, putting it properly in place before grabbing the camera that was hanging around his neck.

“Okay. First, I need you to look at the ceiling, at yourself, with sadness and frustration.” He takes a few steps back, angling the camera to his liking. “Then, you can improvise if you’d like… A few of these shots are needed. When we’re done, we will move on to the climax of the concept.” He peeks over his camera to make sure Jimin is keeping up with his instructions—a smile on his lips growing when, of course, Jimin kept up. He was made for this and followed Kook’s orders perfectly.

There’s not a moment of hesitance from Jimin as he falls into a rhythm. It was odd at first, looking at himself, seeing his own expressions as they formed on his face. Sadness, frustration, shock, anger—it was all for the climax he patiently awaited. 

He caught Jungkook’s pleased smile in his peripheral and knew his plan was falling into place. As odd as the photographer seemed, he exuded a sense of comfort and understanding that Jimin hadn’t felt in any of his other partnerships. 

He discovered exactly what Jimin wanted with very little direction, almost expounding upon a base concept and unfurling it like a flower. Jimin got on his knees, arched his back, contorted his body to discover disjointed versions of himself that made the clothing pop. When he was finished, he looked up at Jungkook with tiny droplets of sweat gliding down his bare neck. 

“How did I do?”

Jungkook almost had a dumb look on his face. He was in such deep focus, observing the small droplets of sweat glistening on Jimin’s flawless skin. His grip tightened around his camera without realizing, veins popping underneath his tattooed skin.

“Beyond expectations,” He finally replies. His tone might’ve seemed too neutral, but he meant it. Slowly, he starts walking towards the door to leave the room, but before he does so, he glances over his shoulder at the elder.

“Short breather. I’m gonna grab what we need for the next part. ...Want something to drink?”

Now was his chance—“Banana milk,” he replies, breathlessly. He had never tried the stuff. Never had the desire. However, the way the younger sucked it down made him more than curious to try. “I’m parched.”

Jungkook nods, a little surprised that Jimin would want banana milk. It’s a very sweet drink, and every single one of his staff often questioned how he could drink such ‘pure artificial sugary crap’—of course, not to his face.

He left the room, leaving Jimin by himself for a few minutes as he approached the mini fridge placed in the middle of the mess of his things, filled with his favourite beverage. He grabs two, whistling casually while grabbing the prop he needed for the next step in his photoshoot...A sledgehammer.

This was going to be the best part of it all.

Jimin stands to his feet and walks over to one of the mirrored walls. He dabs at his glistening sweat, readying himself for the grand finale. He almost stepped away to ask for a touch up from the makeup artist but heard Jungkook approach the doorway. A chill of excitement cooled his burning blood at the sound of a metallic clang.

Jungkook waltzes in with a smile, the two beverages in his hand and a sledgehammer in the other. His muscles strain, veins popping on his lower arm as the muscles flex. He carefully places the tool on the floor, letting it lean against the wall before approaching Jimin, handing him the banana milk.

“I’m surprised you asked for this drink, anybody else would simply ask for an iced americano.” But he was pleasantly surprised, nonetheless, curious as to what the elder would think of his favourite thirst quencher. He didn’t pay attention to how it probably looked when he walked in with a...hammer, but he surely will be anticipating the response when he finally asks him what to do with it.

Jimin swallows his first sip and shivers when the artificial flavour hits his taste buds. 

“It’s great,” he lies, “love this stuff.” 

He took another sip and let the creamy liquid pool in his mouth, beginning to savour the sweetness. It would take some getting used to, but he was already beginning to feel the effects. Just like the photographer, it grew on him. 

He’d become so engrossed in the beverage that he didn’t even process the sledgehammer Jungkook heaved into the room. In fact, he was a little too distracted by the younger’s strength to notice what he was carrying. The way his muscles flexed did not go unnoticed by the model. Not at all. 

“Wha—,” He chokes, swallowing another mouthful. “What’s the hammer for?”

Jungkook was emptying his drink at an inhuman speed, the slurpy noise of him sucking the straw until every last drop is gone serving as a childish reply until he puts it to the side with a lopsided smile,

“That depends if you’re willing to do it,” He counters, keeping the mystery for a mere moment. He’s intrigued, excited to see what Jimin would do about it. He seems strong enough to handle it, but just in case he’d picked a slightly less heavy version of the tool. Kook approaches the hammer once more, picking it up with one hand before bringing it over to the elder,

“I want you to hold it up, like this,” He grabs the hammer with both hands, demonstrating the motions of swinging the tool, ‘‘And shatter the mirrors!’‘

He turns back to Jimin, offering the sledgehammer for him to take.

“It will be extraordinary. What do you say?’’

Jimin takes the tool into his hands, feels the weight of it, turns it over and inspects it closely. His upper body strength isn’t matched to Jungkook’s but the hammer is light enough to swing, even for him. It seems a little dangerous, but what kind of impact would this project have if it didn’t involve a bit of danger? Jimin took a couple practice swings to make sure he was capable. Once he’s comfortable with the motion, he smiles at the photographer for confirmation—“Get ready, Jeon.”

He’s almost vibrating with sugar-fueled energy, harnessing it to throw the first blow. He jumps back and watches the mirrored shards fly across the room. It’s…liberating. He starts to feel weightless, drunk on power as he swings the hammer, posing between blows. Down to the floor, against the wall and back down to the floor. He demolishes the room until he’s completely exhausted, on his knees, sweat gleaming off his angelic face.

Jungkook didn’t utter a single word throughout, merely fixated on the moment, snapping image after image of the scene unfolding in front of him. He was in complete awe, as if in a trance. Jimin was absolutely perfect for this, and it went beyond his expectations, above anything he could’ve ever imagined. The glass flying as it shattered, surrounding Jimin like glitter—sparkling due to the flash of Kook’s camera.

As Jimin sank down to the floor, this was the absolute perfect ending to the collection, the elder shining in sweat, cheeks glistening with his eyes closed, a complete divine angel captured on camera. Jungkook had to put his camera down when he was finished and adore the scenery with his bare eyes, roaming the room with his gaze until they fell back on Jimin with a lopsided smile.

“Felt good, didn’t it?”

It felt...he feels... Jimin can’t put it into words. His hands shake from the adrenaline coursing through his veins; heart beating in his ears. He wants to feel like this every day—high on endorphins, full of courage. He nods in agreement, eyes still closed. 

“You’re a fucking genius, Jeon Jungkook.” That’s how he felt. Every bit of effort the younger put into this project only made Jimin more drawn to him. 

When he pushed him out of his comfort zone, it only solidified an inseparable bond Jimin began to feel forming. He opens his eyes and looks up at the photographer, matching his smile with a dazzling one of his own. 

“May I see the photos?” If they turned out as well as he imagined they would, there’s no way he’s letting him go.

Jungkook smirks at the praise, approaching the elder as he towers above him, eyes still just as fixated on the blonde. From this angle…Jimin is almost delicious…no, he definitely is. Shrugging his thoughts away, he offers a hand to help the man below him to get back up on his feet.

“Follow me then, we can sit outside of this room, because—well, glass.” He smiles, guiding Jimin with him with one hand, camera in the other to guide them towards the couch that had served as a prop. He slouches down on the soft cushion without second thought and pulls the camera up, flipping all the way back to the very beginning where Jimin had just walked into the room—photos that weren’t part of the shoot. Just, the look of wonder and awe in the elders' eyes was too good not to capture. “Come sit.”

Stick tacky with sweat, Jimin pulls off his jacket and slings it over the couch arm. He takes a seat next to Jungkook and leans in close to see the screen. His heart rate maintains a strong pace as he’s a little distracted by their proximity. He focuses his attention as the younger begins flipping through the camera and gasps, gawking at the shots of him walking onto the set. 

“I didn’t even think of doing a behind-the-scenes!” Even off-set, the photo composition is pure art—light illuminating his face and clothing stunningly. He leans in closer to see the fine details, balancing his hand on the younger’s firm thigh. 

Jungkook presses his lips together tightly—Jimin wasn’t supposed to see those photos. Honestly, they were more for him than the actual shoot. He just really likes the way Jimin looks when he’s not aware of the camera...

“Yeah,” He breathes out, pretending that they were indeed for the shoot, relieved that the elder did see them as behind-the-scenes.

Once Jimin got closer, feeling his petite ring-clad hand on his muscular thigh, Jungkook’s breath stopped. He let Jimin look through the photos, mindlessly flipping through them for him. Kook’s focus was somewhere else entirely—fixated on how beautiful Jimin was this up close. 

Jungkook inhaled deeply through his nose, catching the scent of the elder; sweet, with a hint of the musk of a tiring session. It was stirring something inside of the younger that he knew was already there, an interest...A very intense interest.

“Jeon?” Jimin grips his thigh to get his attention, pressing his rings into the taut muscle. “Hey,” he laughs, eyes narrowing to focus on the screen, “Slow down, yeah?” 

Jungkook was cycling through the photos a little too quick for him to keep up. All Jimin could see was the first flash of his garment or a close-up of his face before they were onto the next set.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook and notices he’s barely even looking at the screen. His eyes keep wandering to Jimin, looking him up and down. Jimin’s eyes flick to his, then down to his lips which are bitten raw and parted. Jimin wets his lips at the sight, becoming all too aware of how close he is and how hot he feels under the photographer’s gaze. 

“Jungkook…what’s wrong?”

Jungkook’s dark eyes quiver as they meet Jimin’s, blinking hard once, then twice until he’s brought back down to reality. 

How is it that he is so enchanted by this man? It’s ridiculous. 

Kook bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the blonde’s rings digging into his thigh did nothing but feed into his growing infatuation with the man. Because that’s what this is, right? Infatuation? It must be.

“N-nothing, nothing’s wrong…” He stutters out his words, gripping onto his camera as he skips to the last scene, trying to avert the question any further. The images are of the mirrors surrounding the angelic model just moments before he shattered them. Kook leans in closer to Jimin to show him properly, his own smile growing at the perfect visuals. “What do you think of these?”

Even in their raw format, Jimin falls in love with the photos. The multi-dimensional element that the mirrors provided made it look as if he was appearing and disappearing at the same time. It wasn’t until he began smashing the mirrors that Jimin came into focus as one complete person, surrounded by fallen shards. 

“They’re absolutely perfect,” he breathes, catching a glimpse of Jungkook’s shimmering eyes. His lithe body presses against Jungkook as he studies the final shot. He feels him inhale sharply at the contact, tensing even more. 

Based on how intimately the photographer captured him in those last moments of their set and how he stuttered earlier, Jimin gets the sense he may be teasing the kid. It wasn’t his intention; he can’t help the way he looks. He also can’t help the way Jungkook looks—childlike innocence, masked by deep lust. 

“Do I make you nervous?” Jimin asks, plump lips curling to a timid smile.

The grasp around his camera tightens, and he’s sure that if the material wasn’t of such quality, it would burst like an apple in his hands. A short breath pushes through his lips; a breath he wasn’t even aware of holding until Jimin’s smile forced it out of him,

“No…” Jungkook isn’t nervous, but he won’t easily admit his growing attraction to the elder. Flustered, perhaps? Or, something like it...

To continue to avoid the question, he turns off the camera and shuffles away a bit, giving himself the much needed space between their bodies. It’s too much, he isn’t used to feeling this gravitation towards somebody else.

“Good,” Jimin replies, smiling wider and straightening his damp white shirt. “You’ll need to have nerves of steel if you’re going to accompany me to my mini fashion show tomorrow.” He nips his bottom lip at how cute the photographer is being, shying away so quickly after his question. “I do hope you’ll come, it wouldn’t be the same without the infamous Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook straightens his posture, head turning to look at Jimin with raised eyebrows. Oh, right—he was informed about this, but he had almost forgotten. But only because he was informed about this before even meeting the angelic man next to him. Now, he definitely wouldn’t miss the chance of seeing this show,

“I’ll be there,” He simply confirms with a small smile. Before he’s able to say anything else, his PA approaches, telling the two of them that it’s time to wrap up. 

It was done, their partnership was done. Now, it was fine for the real work, Jungkook had to perfect the photos before sending them in. Even if, in his own opinion, they could be used in their raw state, he knows there are pieces that need to be polished into his perfection. 

He turns to Jimin once more as he stands. “You did great...It was a pleasure working with you.” 

And he hopes—no, he knows he has to do it again.

~~~

Later that evening, Jimin fusses over prep for the following day, moisturizing his flawless skin and pressing his suit for perfectly clean lines. It was going to be a short show, but the turnout was predicted to be A-class. The industry’s most trusted brand ambassadors secured seats to the event, not to mention a handful of fellow celebrities. He had to be fully prepared to present his line with passion and charisma—practicing in front of the mirror until he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

When his body couldn’t keep up with his mind, he flopped onto his bed half-clothed, drifting to sleep. Running the promo shoot and fashion show back-to-back was a tiring and somewhat unrealistic undertaking, but so was the rest of it. 

He wonders as he drifts to sleep, if perhaps the photographer would like to finish what they started. Maybe then he’d get to know the man behind the lens. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook was finally able to go home for the first time in days. It’s just the way he is, completely indulged and tunnel-visioned on work until it was finished. There’s nothing else that can possibly exist in his world until he feels satisfied. Now that this part of the job is over, he feels...empty, in a way. 

He wants to work with Park Jimin again. Just the thought of any other client seemed dull in comparison. 

After a long, well needed shower, he lays down in his grand bed and stretches his body out like a starfish with a content groan. 

The next morning he stood by his closet, humming in thought. He was definitely not going to miss out on Jimin’s fashion show, especially not when he was a big part of the upcoming collection. Not to mention, Jungkook knew that his presence would draw attention, and he wanted that. He wanted Jimin to get more recognition, and what better way to support this by simply showing up?

Jungkook figured he wanted to bring his camera. He surely could get some fantastic shots of Jimin—and the show! He took a long time of considering what to wear, almost texting his PA for help, but opting to simply do it himself. He ended up with...well, the obvious if Jungkook were the one picking his own outfit: Black dress shirt, black dress pants, black shoes—topped with a black suit jacket, embroidered with patterns of sparkling threads to give it a little dazzle.

He nodded, satisfied with what he saw, ruffling his mess of a hairstyle—dark curls flowing freely as he received the call that his car had arrived.

He couldn’t wait to see Jimin...

...and Jimin couldn’t wait to see him either. 

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[omgrachwrites]

Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter Eighteen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 2135

Disclaimer: These gifs don’t belong to me!

A/N: I think they’ll only be a few more parts to this fic so I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! I promise that I did post this on time but it was being temperamental sorry guys! xxx

Chapter Eighteen

For the first time in seven years, Sirius was the first one in his dormitory to be awake, on days when they didn’t have lessons he preferred to sleep for as long as possible. He took a deep breath as he poured himself a glass of water from the glass jug on the windowsill and he looked out at the quiet grounds. The early morning sunshine washed the grounds with a soft pink light and he almost scolded himself for not truly appreciating the sight before.

He rested his head against the cool glass of the window and he tried not to think about Y/N. It would have been so easy for him to just cave and tell her how much he loved her because he did, he really did love her. However, Sirius knew that if he had told her, either way he couldn’t win, not really. Either she still wanted to be with him which would have been great but he would never be able to forgive himself for his brother’s unhappiness. On the other hand, she could reject him and that would completely break his heart. Sirius wished that he could be braver.

There was a rustling of bed covers from the bed on Sirius’ left and a couple of seconds later James’ head poked from beneath the mound of covers. His unruly hair was sticking out in all directions, “you alright mate?” he yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Sirius grinned at him before he walked back over to his own bed and perched on the end of it. He dragged a hand through his head full of curls as he contemplated on how he was going to answer, “I’m fine, it’s just,” he hesitated, pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth, “I can’t believe we’re saying goodbye to this place today. This has been my true home for seven years, it’s given me a chance to escape my horrible mother and it’s given me the chance to be the person I really want to be. I’m just worried that once we leave here, Y/N and I won’t see each other again,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around himself. He hated feeling – and being – so vulnerable but it did feel good to have everything out in the open.

James nodded understandingly and he pushed his glasses onto his nose as he sat up in the bed, “you never have to go back to Grimmauld Place, not when I’m alive. And, where Y/N is concerned you don’t even have to worry about that, I know that you’ve split up and everything but I bet that she’ll always be in your life. She cares about you too much to just walk away.”

Sirius smiled gratefully at his best mate but he couldn’t shake the blood curdling fear that Y/N would always be in his life, but as his brother’s wife. As his sister in law.

“Thanks mate, I really appreciate your input on this whole thing, let’s just try and have an amazing last day,” his heart clenched painfully with the knowledge that soon he had to say goodbye to this beautiful castle. For the 7th year students, Dumbledore was throwing a party to see off the students in style. Hopefully, it’d be a warm day so they could have the party on the grounds like it had been originally planned.

“Hear, hear brother! Though, I’m going to get another couple of hours of sleep in. I need my beauty sleep you know,” he chuckled tiredly and in a mere couple of minutes James began to snore again.

Sirius smiled, he felt too awake to go back to sleep so he decided to read until it was time for them to get ready. A couple of hours later, all the boys were awake and they were all getting ready for the party. Sirius bit his lip and looked at his reflection in the mirror; it seemed to him that he’d aged five years in the past couple of months. He sighed and decided to swap out his usual punk t shirt and leather jacket for a button down shirt and he even dragged a comb through his hair.

Remus looked at him with an amused smirk, “no punk shirt? Are you feeling alright Pads?” he put his hand against Sirius’ forehead causing Sirius to scowl playfully and he slapped Remus’ hand away.

“You’re such a prick.”

James shook his head in amusement as he watched the exchange between his two best friends, “come on losers, let’s get going!”

Sirius glanced up from the floor as he walked down the stone steps that led into the common room and he saw that Y/N was talking with Lily. She looked stunning, she was dressed in a glittery red dress that had a slit up to the knee on one side and her hair fell around her shoulders in elegant waves. It almost seemed in slow motion that she looked away from Lily and locked eyes with Sirius. She gave him a polite smile and looked at him from beneath her eyelashes.

Sirius strode towards her like he was in a dream and he snapped out of it as she looked up at him questioningly, “you look beautiful Y/N.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed and she ducked her head as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “thank you Sirius, you look very handsome.”

Sirius felt his face light up at her compliment before he looked around at his friends and he found that they were all smirking at him. He flushed lightly as he nervously chewed the skin around his nails; “are we going or what?” he walked towards the portrait hole without waiting for an answer. As he climbed up through the portrait hole he could hear Peter and Remus snickering behind him but he didn’t care.

Thankfully, the day was a gloriously hot one and by the water’s edge there was a pleasant breeze. Dumbledore had planned an amazing party, four long tables were running side by side lined with white table clothes and they were almost groaning beneath the weight of the amazing food. Sirius smiled over the top of his goblet of pumpkin juice and he looked around at the students that were in attendance.

It really did seem for the first time ever that all four houses were united; even the Slytherins were mingling with everyone. Sirius was having fun with his friends and he was talking to people he didn’t really know but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N for long. Beneath the bright rays of the sun her dress sparkled even more and she looked like she was worth a million galleons, and she was. He had to apologise to her for everything he’d put her through in the past year and now seemed as good as time as any.

Their last day at Hogwarts seemed like the perfect time, and plus she was standing alone at the water’s edge. Sirius took a deep breath and wandered over to her, she turned to look at him with a polite smile. They had spoken to each other since they’d broken up but it was extremely civil and polite that it made everyone around them feel a little awkward.

Sirius gave her a shaky smile and he had to stop himself from reaching down to hold her hand, “can I talk to you, Y/N?”

Her smile faltered ever so slightly but she still nodded, “of course, you can always talk to me, you know that,” she rested her hand on his arm, causing Sirius to get goose bumps from her touch.

Sirius smiled at her words before he took another deep breath, “I realised that I never said that I was sorry about what I said to you when we broke up. I know that I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

Y/N surprisingly smiled, her eyes were warm and soft and she looked very relieved, “thank you for apologising; it was a difficult situation for the two of us. I’m sorry too, a lot of things were said that day things that shouldn’t have been said.”

Sirius let out a relieved breath and shot a grateful smile at her, though he hoped that she didn’t regret telling him that she loved him. She giggled lightly and pulled him into a tight hug and she gently kissed his cheek.

“You’re a good man Sirius; you’re going to make one girl very happy one day.”

Sirius sighed as he looked across the expanse of the lake, watching the water gently lap at the land. The only girl who I want to make happy is you, Sirius thought bitterly.

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You smiled with bliss as the bubbles of your champagne tickled your nose and you grinned lazily at your friends as you took a generous swallow of your crisp pink champagne. The champagne tasted so good – and expensive – that you could almost see in your mind’s eye were the raspberries had been grown.

It was the day before your wedding and Lily, as your maid of honour had taken you to the Muggle side of London. She had taken you and Alice for afternoon tea – where they conveniently served alcohol – to celebrate the last day of you being an unmarried woman. The venue was a beautiful place with worn oaken tables that vases of flowers were placed upon and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling in every colour you could imagine.

Lily grinned at you and Alice from across the table and there was a mischievous glint to her emerald green eyes, “look what I found the other day when I was sorting through the photographs that I wanted to take to put on my desk in work,” she laughed as she slid the photograph across the oaken table.

You and Alice cooed as you looked down at the photograph, it was one that Lily had taken with her camera in third year. It was supposed to be a nice photo of the three of you standing outside the Transfiguration classroom. However, the boys were pulling faces behind your backs and Alice laughed as she pointed at James and Sirius.

“Merlin, look at those idiots,” she giggled and you smiled down at the picture, you could hardly remember that time, the time when you were so young and innocent, a time when you didn’t have to marry someone that you didn’t love. Suddenly, Alice grew quiet and she looked at you warily as she fiddled with the stem of her champagne glass, “do you think that Sirius will come to the wedding tomorrow? Do you want him to come?”

You sighed and took another swig of your champagne as you contemplated your friend’s words, “I’m not sure whether he’ll come or not but I think that Regulus really wants him there, I think that Reg wants to put the past behind them. I want him to come for Regulus,” that was only half true, you wanted him to come to the wedding. You wanted to play pretend that he was the groom, if only for a little while, even though you knew it would be massively unfair on Regulus.

Lily smiled at you as she sat back in her chair, “you’re being so brave, Y/N I definitely don’t think that I could go through with it. How are you feeling about tomorrow?”

You merely shrugged and decided that you were going to tell your friends the truth, “it’s difficult, marrying somebody that I don’t have romantic feelings for, consummating the marriage will be even harder,” you laughed, “but Regulus is such a good person and even though it won’t be a particularly passionate marriage, I think that it’ll be a happy one and I couldn’t ask for anything more than that.”

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While you and Alice were on the way back to the hotel, Lily decided to take a little detour to James’ flat where the boys were staying. Listening to you speak, it seemed to Lily that you wanted Sirius at the wedding more than you were letting on and she wanted to help, she was your best friend and she desperately wanted to help. That was how she found herself outside her boyfriend’s door and she knocked, hoping that he’d hear.

A couple of moments later, the door was wrenched open and James grinned at her, leaning against the door frame, “hey babe,” he leaned in to give his girlfriend a sweet kiss, “what are you doing here? I thought you were out with the girls.

She smiled at her boyfriend, after two years she still got butterflies when she saw him, “I am but I need to talk to Sirius about something important. It’s about the wedding.”

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[attina-the-responsible]

The Triton House

This is part of a series that one day may be complete but also may never be complete. As most of you know I’m like a huge #spatial person in my writing, so all my character’s houses/apartments/living spaces are really well mapped out in my brain? And I thought it’d be fun for people to see. (And a good reference for those who may RP in those spaces at some point.) Also, shout out to the mersisters for letting me force my ideas on them, lmao.

@andrina-the-amazingsupergenius, @adella-the-idyllic, @arista-the-musical, @aquata-the-champ, @alana-the-brilliant

Overview:

The Triton House is a 7 bedroom, 4 bath house in the richest neighborhood in Swynlake. It was built originally in 1909. This chateau sits on a half acre property with an original brick façade and lattice along the front that is covered in sweet-scented wisteria. Even the outside boasts a cheery, warm environment which is only expounded upon by the interior.

*note: click to enlarge floorplans!

**note: pictures in the aesthetic are to give an overall #feel of the house, but don’t necessarily indicate the exact furniture/decorations/floorplan. the floorplan, on the otherhand is not quite to scale but i did the best i could.

1. Living Room

The front part of the Triton household is a spacious, open floor plan, with the kitchen to the immediate left and the seating area on the immediate right. Guests arrive on a dias and descend two steps in either direction, or forwards towards the back of the house and stairs. The living room is decorated in a clean, but homey way, with plenty of seating area, both for the comfort of the large family and the benefit of any guests they may have. There is a chest of blankets that get passed around on colder nights. A large telly can swivel on an axis if someone prefers one seat to another but is large enough and set in a place so as to be viewable from most living room seats. The colours are cream and blues, with other accent colours and many mismatched throw pillows, some with quirky sayings and others that were crocheted by some of the girls. 

2. Kitchen

The Triton kitchen is a large, boisterous room of the house. With a large amount of counter space and a six-top stove set into the island counter, it is ideal for cooking for a significant group of people. The oven sits next to the refrigerator and is state of the art. The cabinets are arranged in a neat, organized way, with each girl having a shelf for her own snacks and goodies. Everything is labeled and diligently upkept. The refrigerator is covered in photos of family/friends as well as cards, certificates of merits, medals, and other familial memorabilia. Once again, the kitchen is decorated in a homey fashion, with plenty of cliche sayings hanging on the walls (think: Live. Laugh. Love. style.) (see: the middle, top image.)

3. Dining Room

The dining room in the Triton household is rather cramped, but a much frequented place for the Tritons to gather. Dinners are frequent and even if missing one or two members, still crowded affairs, usually involving guests as well. There are extra chairs that can be squeezed in to make room if necessary and everyone is used to bumping elbows. Still, it is a lovely little room and has served the Tritons well in the almost thirty years they’ve lived there. 

4. Sun Room/Music Room

Down the hallway, making your way towards the back of the house, one comes across a door to the left. One of the most peaceful rooms in the house, the rambunctious, fast-paced nature of the Triton abode is usually left behind when entering this room. Originally a sunroom, it still boasts large floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls, facing northwest, in order to catch the afternoon sunlight. Here is where the Tritons store and practice their various instruments, of which only a few are listed here: a grand piano, a keyboard, a classical harp, a saxaphone, a drumset, and several guitars. The Tritons are an actively musical family, though the music room is not as busy as it was several years ago. Now, it is a peaceful place, still used often for practices, but also for contemplative journal-writing, reading, or other such pastimes, when one needs a moment alone.

5. Guest Bedroom/Office Space

Once the permanent home of the Triton’s nanny, Benjamin, the room was vacated several years ago. Located down the hall at the back of the house on the right, across from the music room, it is now a guest room/office that is used on occasion. Even though it is a guest room, it is still stocked with cozy decorations and family photos.

6. Washing Room

If you venture past the music room and guest room, you will turn right and see a door on the right hand side. Always overflowing with laundry, but somehow usually tidy, the washroom sees a lot of action from the Tritons’ various activities. This room also is decorated with typically cliche saying placards and other cozy, homey touches.

7. Guest Bathroom

“It is down the hall, to the right, to the right, and through the washroom!” is a common phrase during Triton parties, or when someone visits for the first time. Though it is tucked into the back of the house, the guest restroom sees frequent use, both from inhabitants whilst downstairs, as well as the copious guests that flow in and out of the Tritons’ doors. Decorated in an ocean/beach theme, because Athena thought she was very funny and now it is a bit of an inside joke that they won’t change.

8. Underwater Grotto

Instead of entering the washroom, if one looks straight on after turning right down the main hall, they will spot a door with a state-of-the-art lock on it. If asked, a Triton will reply with a laugh and--depending on who it is--you will get any number of responses as to what the room is used for, from a superhero lair to their father being paranoid about storage. The mysteries of what is in the Triton basement are revealed to only a select few. Behind the door is an indoor saltwater pool. Damp and dark, the pool is magically enhanced to be quite large and deep, perfect for mermaids. The floors and walls are made of stone, so the whole place looks more like a cave than a room. It has an inclining entrance to the pool and spreads the length and width, with a few places for sitting around the edges and dotted in the center in large rock croppings. The Tritons can often be found here with each other or the other mermaids/selkies in Swynlake. It is known as a haven for mercreatures of all kinds.

9. Upstairs Hallway

Back at the front of the house, if one does not enter the hallway, they have the option to ascend the plain staircase. (If one looks behind the staircase to the wall, one will see dozens of notches in the wall, labeled with dates, heights, and names of the Triton girls.) Along the wall leading upwards is a collage of family photos that cover the wall in the most typical fashion one can imagine. On the second floor, the stairs float in the middle of a large hallway. Directly in front of the top of the stairs is the master bedroom. Up slightly and to the left is the Adella and Arista’s room, up slightly and to the right is Aquata and Alana’s room. If one turns around, they will see Ariel’s room to their left and Attina and Andrina’s room to the right, as well as another set of stairs that leads upwards once more. 

10. Attina and Andrina’s Room

The two eldest Triton girls’ room has been vacant for several years, though is often still used by either or both girls when they are home for holidays or other such events. In their youth, the room was haphazardly decorated on one side--with mostly pink decor; on the other side was a more tidy version--mostly decorated in orange. It has two desks, one for each girl, as well as a spacious closet that was shared (and the site of many battles.) Now, it is mostly barebones but vestiges of Andrina and Attina’s childhood and adolescence remain. Often, Alana commandeers the room as her own, or second room, nowadays. 

11. Attina, Andrina, Adella, and Arista’s Restroom

The bathroom is shared between four sisters: Attina, Andrina, Adella, and Arista and was also a site of much contention. The counter was full of products and it was always a battle for getting ready in the morning, especially in the unfortunate years when all four girls were in secondary at the same time. Arista would always somehow manage to use someone else’s hairbrush and it was extremely obvious by the blonde hair left behind. The little racks and shelves are decorated with shells on the outside of them from when they used to go hunting the beach in Bournemouth for the prettiest shell. There’s jars full of them still somewhere in the house. It’s a lot less cluttered now that Arista and Adella mostly use it.

12. Adella and Arista’s Room

Adella’s side of the room is closest to the window. The head of her bed is pushed against the wall, and her nightstand table’s top drawer is where her hearing aids live while she sleeps. Her desk was never used for school work - she’d go elsewhere in the house for that - and instead houses her sewing machine. Her guitar is mounted on the wall when she isn’t using it, the guitar is decorated with political, ideological, and cute stickers. On the nightstand is a cute little touch to turn on lamp with seahorses on it. There are battery-pack powered strings of lights all over the room as decoration, hung neatly around any posters and other wall decor. The main light in the room is barely flicked on -its usually illuminated by the battery pack lights and the nightstand lamps, or natural light from the sun.

Arista’s side of the room is closest to the door because she doesn’t like thunderstorms and the changing weather always used to distract her when she was younger so her desk is next to her bed and turned to face away from the window. She has a rolling spinny chair that she’s frequently seen curled up in and writing on a notebook in her lap. Her desk is filled with sheet music and notebooks and binders full of all sorts of things that Tina helped her make so she could keep track of what music and manuals went with what instrument. She has cases of instruments and spare parts and shoe boxes under her bed from all the Christmases when she didn’t know what to tell people she wanted aside from shoes and cool instrument accessories. Typically Arista tries to keep all of the instruments in the music room because if she starts bringing them into their room, things get very cluttered very fast and it would stress Tina out and distract her from other things growing up so she just learned to keep most instruments in their designated room. (A keyboard or extra guitar still sometimes manages to find its way into their room every now and then though). Arista’s nightstands have several sets of earphones, headphones, earbuds, and a bowl of guitar picks on top of them so she can just grab one and go. On the nightstand is a pull chain lamp covered in shells. Much of Ris’ closet organization was Tina’s doing, it’s the only way the two girls managed to have closet space with her ever growing shoe collection and sentimental keepsakes stash (she doesn’t like throwing a lot of things away because they hold happy memories) in addition to their clothes. Her wall has both a dry erase board of “things she absolutely cannot forget about” for the week and a large cork board filled with all the showcases she’d played in, playbills from the productions she’d worked on, postcards of cities from tour, and photos of her sisters with her making the biggest smile imaginable.

13. Aquata and Alana’s Room

Alana and Aquata's room has light blue walls, a color chosen by Aquata before Ariel was born and neither knew that they'd share a room one day. Alana's side is closer to the window, since Aquata historically got up earlier and had to leave earlier. On Alana's end, there are boho tapestries,fairy lights, and strings of photos and scrapbook style bulletin boards. The bed has purple and turquoise sheets and is full of throw pillows. The desk opposite the bed used to have a pretty fancy video and computer setup (it's now with her in her flat) There's tons of candles and also just a lot of...stuff in general. Even though she doesn't live there anymore, it's not near clean. Clothes, makeup, half completed experiments litter the available surfaces. Aquata’s side is somewhat neater and sparser. She has a shelf full of swimming memorabilia (photos, trophies, medals, etc) above her bed and the rest of her sport memorabilia is on a smaller bookshelf at the foot of her bed. She also has a signed team photo framed at the head of her bed from her last meet at Pride U. Her bedspread is a steely blue color and over it she has a T-shirt quilt made out of old swim camp shirts that date back to primary school. Aquata doesn’t spend much time in her room, so it doesn’t look overly lived-in.

14. Aquata, Alana, and Ariel’s Restroom

It used to be a lot messier when Alana lived here, absolutely chaotic on her side with products and hair curlers and stuff that Aquata always had to yell at her to clean up. Sometimes the sink would be colored with whatever experiment Lana was working on. Ariel’s space is small considering the few beauty products she actually has. Shockingly, it's the most cleaned space she has designated to herself, but only because of her current lack of interest in makeup. Though a couple small pallets for events are stowed away in a drawer, they’ve hardly been put to good use. Really, it’s mostly just the essentials for her. Aquata’s space is mostly clean as well, with one trusty makeup set that she almost always uses (occasionally she’ll borrow something from Alana if it’s a special occasion). She does have an absolute mess of scrunchies, headbands, and hair ties in one of the drawers, and she usually leaves her Tiger Balm out on the counter. 

15. Ariel’s Room

With Ariel being the only Triton sister with her own room, she takes full advantage of the space. She’s able to spread her things about (or leave clothes lying around when she’s in a rush), and not argue or worry about someone else’s space or an imaginary divider in the room. The room is decorated in an array of posters from bands she adores to the newest anime she’s binging with Finn and just had to have the poster for. She’s also a big fan of hanging Christmas lights haphazardly around her room and using that as a source of light instead of the actual ceiling lights in her room. When home, she spends most of her time here, so the bed is rarely ever made. Instead, the blankets are in the shape she left them, normally nest like, where she spends hours on her computer from watching drumming videos to just browsing odd forums late into the night. Of course, her trusty shark plush since childhood, Billy, is present on her bed at all times, holding down the fort when she’s gone.

16. Master Bedroom and Bathroom

The master bedroom is the largest bedroom in the Triton household. It is decorated in warm, muted colors. Much has not changed in the years after Athena’s death. Even some of her clothes are still in the closet, which Triton never had the heart to remove. It is only a few items: her favorite sunhat, a dress he had bought her for her birthday she wore all the time, her favorite pair of trainers, well-worn, stuff such as that, that was not removed to the attic. 

17. Triton’s Study

A place of mostly mystery to the girls when young, Triton’s study is tucked away on the third floor, and is most often frequented by Triton on restless nights when he cannot sleep. Though, it is also used while he runs his business from home on occasion. The room is one of the more decadent of the house. The rest has a warm, inviting atmosphere, but the study is much more reserved. Decorated in deep blues and greens, it boasts lovely oak bookshelves, of which Triton is very fond. There is a large desk and even a deep brown leather couch, which Triton can often be found napping on before dinner.

18. Athena’s Studio

A room that has been untouched since the death of Athena, the studio was once a bright, lovely space where Athena spent much of her time that was not occupied by caring for her seven daughters or when she was not out volunteering in various charity positions. Athena was not as talented an artist as a musician, but she still enjoyed creating things. Athena’s studio was a charming crafting space, full of yarn, scrapbooking, canvases on easels, and other such projects. Some are still unfinished.

19. Guest Bedroom/Old Playroom

This room used to be where the girls had their playroom so that their parents could keep an eye on them while they were upstairs also. It has only been packed up and converted in the last ten years or so, after ARiel finally grew out of it mostly. Now, it’s just a nice guest space for when people are over.

20. Attic

The attic in the Triton household is less of a storage space and more of a tomb for Athena. After her death, all of her possessions were moved to this space, except for the jewelry, clothing, and knick-knacks which were distributed amongst her family and friends. There is also a large storage of photos from the girls’ childhood. While many litter the house, the extras and all of Athena’s scrapbooks were put away in the attic. The attic is seldom visited, except for when someone is searching for Christmas decorations, or the like.