#also this was supposed to be a warm up sketch but I can never leave anything uncolored I fear- I need to do a fully rendered piece soon lik

[mbirnsings-71]

and this, which I am not putting under any main tags, is a gift for @cannimochi because they found this Jimmy skin and like- well- we all know what had to be done I fear-

[kennedyhateskanye]

Jinx dating head cannons

because i unfortunately developed a deep and uncharacteristic attraction to her.

Warnings: angst, f!reader, writing of drastically poor quality probably, codependency,

Jinx isn’t all there, you knew it very well going in, both of you, which is why her intelligence, depth, and capacity for love shocked you. Of course her mental illness rises and falls. Flaring up and resolving itself several times each day. It’s not uncommon for her to be extremely lucid and seemingly resolved of any mental block for a few hours, behaving so “normally” you’d forget she struggled at all if you didn’t know her so very well.

Of course the longer you loved her, the more resilient you became to the emotional roller coaster she dragged those around her on. You learned not to take it personally. And even more importantly, to never hold it against her, after all, if it was hard for you to deal with her mental anguish, it must be infinitely more difficult for her.

However, what most people don’t know about loving jinx, when they picture it, is that all the work it was seemed minuscule in comparison to the pay off.

She was a force of nature, complex and beautiful and unforgiving, to witness her was to be put in awe. Any struggle she gave you was collateral. You’d walk through fire through her love. Enormously more warm and sweet and all encompassing than that of any of the smirking pilties that turned their nose up at her.

She’d wake up in the middle of the night. To watch your chest rise and fall, and to thank her lucky stars that you were here with her.

She thought of you in everything, saw you in everything she did, evrey task she carried out, every tool and trinket she built

It was near constant you’d walk into your shared room to find something she’d crafted for you with her own two hands and her remarkable genius. Welded flowers, jewelry boxes, wind up toys, hell sometimes you didn’t even know what they were supposed to be, all painstakingly painted in great detail with her signature colors.

That and the notes, oh the notes. all scribed in her chicken scratch with her special quill fountain pen. You’d find them everywhere. Under cups, in your journals, on the walls, hidden beneath pillows. Some were proclamations of love, some were slightly nonsensical. Some were drawings of you two, or sketches she did of you while you weren’t looking, ink strokes depicting you distracted with a task, face scrunched in concentration.

You guessed all her little tendencies were not only small acts of love, but also reminders, that she was there, even when she was away. Jinx struggles with abandonment, scratching grading voices telling her you’ll leave her, storm off and forget about her without a second thought. So, Subconsciously she reminds you, tries to entertain and to please even in her absence.

You are her first thought in the loneliness of the morning when you’re not yet awake, she often feels a pang in her heart at the thought of you and wraps herself desperately around your body, nuzzling her face into your neck or chest to capture your scent and your presence.

She lets loose for you, lets her hair down, lets her hips sway to the music while she’s working, lets her foot tap absentmindedly, lets her subconscious train of thought out, and finds herself loving nothing more than when you reply to each bit of her ramblings as she goes.

She has never felt such relief as she has for the duration of your relationship. Someone to stay, to rub her temples and hum for her when the voices swarm hurting her head. Someone to disarm her when she hallucinates, using practiced exercises to help her check reality. Someone to bandage her hands when she chews at her cuticles and skin absent mindedly

The care absolutely goes both ways, though, and jinx truly does dote over you in endless ways.

She can sense when you are even slightly altered in any way, frustrated, sad, doesn’t matter. She can tell, and she uses her supercomputer of a brain to make a mental bullet list of the most effective ways to make your uncomfortably dissapear

Sometimes jinx looses herself in her scattered mind and forgets to come up for breath. Forgetting to bathe, to eat, to sleep. You take the burden off her shoulders, slowly and tediously washing all of her long blue hair, braiding it back into a wearable style. Scrubbing days old makeup of her face with a washcloth and a gentle hand, taking turns biting out of something you cooked for her.

After these sessions you dress her in your clothes and lay in bed together for hours wide awake, while she stares at you with wide beautiful eyes, saying very little, iorn grip on your arm or your hand, her heart racing with immeasurable love and affection

That’s a whole other thing, jinx has a very serious staring problem, your not sure what it is, but you’ve come to accept it, she often goes selectively silent and stares with her eyes blown wide. Taking in evrey facet of your being. It’s unmistakably affectionate

Jinx wants to be buried with you, jinx wants to see you through evrey season of every lifetime. There’s no question that girl loves you

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Little things, they do (Alex, Soap, König) (headcannons)

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Part 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz) here

Ok, guys, first of all, thank you all for giving this little sketch THAT much love. Honestly, I'mm shocked. I'm blaming mister Riley here, but boy, thank you so-so-so much for 100 beautiful followers. I`ve actually had something for this milestone, but I was sure, it would be hit somewhere in the end of the summer. Hope, you like it!

Little things, they do, that get you every time. Silly, warm, heart-melting, wholesome things.

Alex Keller

Almost unconsciously lowers his head to stay on your eye-level whenever you two are sitting at a table and chatting.

If you are cooking and even insisting on doing it solo (maybe it's just your thing, maybe you like to have more room in the kitchen), he is never leaving you. He will just sit there and keep you company, or tell you some stories, or maybe find a youtube video for you both to listen to, while you're doing your magic.

Talking about your cooking, he never turns down anything, you've made. Never. ��Alex, don't take that bun, I burnt it!” Eats it anyway, because it's your effort that counts and makes anything you cook so special to him.

If you are dating, and he needs to go early in the morning, he covers your eyes with the corner of his blanket (very carefully so as not to wake you up!). That way, he can turn on the light and collect his clothes without waking you up.

Def pulls you closer in his sleep. Buries his face in your hair, mumbles some sweet nonsense, places a soft kiss on the top of your head. (by gods I need more headcanons on this man sleeping)

Sometimes just stops whatever he is doing to say “I love you” and give you a kiss. The fridge is still open, his sweater is halfway off him, his hands still wet and water runs on uncleaned dishes? Doesn't matter, the kiss is what important to him.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

Once Price saw how you two interact and commented it like “Looks like our Tweedledum finally found his Tweedledee…” And while other pairs could get offended, you two weren't bothered at all (you're two chaotic crows, nothing can stop you!). In fact, from that moment anything he buys or makes for you, comes with a small handwritten note, saying, “to: my Dee. from: your Dum.”

Once he cooked an absolutely amazing pie. You were practicaly moaning, while savouring it and he just sat there all bright with pride. In a few years you saw the same kind of pie in a menu in the pub, where you were supposed to meet Johnny and others from the 141. Once you pointed it out to Johnny, others flinched and looked at each other. In response to your uncomprehending look, one of them admits that Soap was so worried that you would not like his cooking that he practiced at the base for several weeks. Because of it, their diet consisted only of Johnnys` pies for these weeks.

Has no concept of “too girly stuff”. Will gladly go shopping with you, paint your nails, help you dye your hair at home, if you feel like it. Will sneak your eye patches, because they smell so nice, and he feels so fresh after using them!

During his deployments, sends you tons of the most random photos just to calm you down and cheer you up (because every time you are too scared, this could be his last mission). “Ok, bonnie, this time I present you the collection of random rocks, I've met on work.” For the next week, you keep getting… exactly that. Photos of rocks with short comments like “Here's wee one.”

You don't know why the last photo he sent you that week was a photo of some guy in a creepy mask. You also don't have a single idea, why Johnny then goes radio silent for two days and why he has a brand-new phone, when he's back.

König

You have a stiff back? He will gladly take you by the hands and lift you up so that your spine is extended. "König! No, no, wait, don't, OH!... Oh… Sweet mother of jesus, I actually feel better..."

Even if you are just friends, and you are staying over at his place - he presents you with a shampoo, shower gel, conditioner and body lotion of EXACTLY the same brands as you're using at home. He just notes these small things and wants you to feel relaxed and taken care of when you're around him. 

You can call him anytime on any occasion and if his phone is on, he will answer in SECONDS. You had a bad dream, and it's 4 am, and he lives on the other end of the town? In another town even? No problems, he answers almost immediately and comes to you as soon as he can. Even if It's just to hold you for 15-20 minutes, while you slowly drift to sleep, and then to drive back to his place for another good hour. 

Thanks you for everything, and not only verbally! Writes small notes and leaves them on your bag or just straight gives them to you. He doesn't take anything for granted. Every your intention is a gift for him.

And that goes not only for the time, when you two have just met each other. You are his wife or husband since 10 years, you already have 2-3 beautiful kids? He still writes you notes, thanking you for the most incredible goodnight kiss, you gave him yesterday (every your goodnight kiss is the most incredible to him).

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Practice Makes Perfect | Chapter 4

synopsis: you and yuji have been best friends basically as long as you can remember, and you made a promise to each other to stay friends and help each other be the best versions of yourselves for your future partners. but will things change when yuji finally starts looking for a relationship?

pairing: yuji itadori (18+) x f!reader

themes/content: modern college au (characters aged up to 18+). language, fluff, angst. some suggestive language at the end. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.0k

a/n: RAAAAAA it’s getting real lmao

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Sitting towards the back of the room, you take note of the messy black hair and all black clothes. You walk over to him with a smile on your face. “Megumi?” you question.

The boy looks up from his notes and meets your eyes. “Oh, hey, Yuji’s friend. I didn’t know you were in this class,” he says, gesturing at the seat next to him and inviting you to sit.

“I could say the same to you,” you respond, setting down your backpack and getting settled next to him. You have never been this close to Megumi before, and notice his very subtle cologne that leaves a warm and almost smokey scent hanging in the air around him.

“I’m a biology major, so it kinda makes sense I’d have to be here,” he says, turning back towards his notes. You notice a small smirk forming on one side of his mouth as he does so.

As soon as you open your mouth to reply, your professor waltzes in at the front of the lecture hall, her heels softly clacking against the wood floor and the room falls quiet except for her voice. You and Megumi sit in silence for the rest of the class as you furiously scribble in your notes, trying to keep up with what Dr. Ieiri is lecturing on. Halfway into the class you glance over at Megumi’s notes and see he’s just…doodling? His page is full of drawings, from dogs to birds and frogs, covering the lined paper in front of him. He notices you staring and glances up at you out of the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to the paper. His drawing style suddenly shifts as he sketches a new shape. You watch him, mesmerized, as you realize he’s drawing…you?

Dr. Ieiri seems to end abruptly as she dismisses everyone, but you stay seated, waiting for Megumi to finish up his work. He tears the page out of his notebook and hands it to you without a word before putting everything on his desk into his backpack. You begin to pack up, unsure of what to say. After all, nobody has ever drawn you before - are you supposed to thank him? Should you give it back? In a panic, you stutter, “U-um, I’m going to go study at the library, if you want to come with me?”

Megumi glances up at you and softly responds, “Sure,” before tossing his backpack over his shoulder.

–

The two of you find a quiet table in the back corner of the library, dimly lit from the overhead lights and warm afternoon sun pooling in from a nearby window. You get started on your work quietly until Megumi clears his throat. “So, you never answered why you’re in Dr. Ieiri’s class,” he invites.

“Well, I’m an engineering major, but I’m still not sure what kind I want to be yet, so I have to take all these classes that are supposed to help me figure it out, and biology is one of them,” you explain. Megumi nods in response, before you continue, “I know I like to work with my hands, but I also like to think about problems before I have to solve them, which makes it hard to decide on a path. I know I don’t like computers, but I do love math. And I really didn’t expect to like Dr. Ieiri’s class as much as I do, so now I’m not sure,” you trail off. You pause for a moment, hoping you weren’t rambling. “You said you’re a bio major, right? Why’d you choose that? Also, I didn’t see you in her class last week, but we had definitely already met at Yuji’s, and you weren’t really paying attention today-” you stop yourself, realizing you were definitely rambling this time.

Megumi looks down. “Yeah I’m um…I’m actually retaking this class, so I kind of know it already.” You wait for him to continue. “Last fall my sister got really sick. Well, she got more sick, I guess. I had to take some time off to take care of her, so I ended up failing Dr. Ieiri’s class the first time I took it. I was gone last week because my sister was supposed to have this really big surgery and I wanted to be there for her, but they ended up postponing it, so I just stayed at the hospital with her for the rest of the week. She’s actually the reason I’m a bio major - I want to be a doctor so I can help people like her. It’s not fair what happened, and I want to make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.” He stops, realizing his hands had formed into fists as he was talking. His body relaxes and he shrugs, trying to ease some of the weight from the information he had just shared with you.

“I think it’s really sweet that you care about your sister so much,” you say. “It sounds like she is really important to you.” Megumi nods, still not looking up from the table. Unsure what else to say, you reach a hand out to touch his shoulder, hoping it provides some comfort. He leans into your touch, resting his cheek on the top of your hand. The feeling of his hair brushing against your arm gives you the ever-familiar butterflies and you try not to visibly blush. The two of you stay like that for a moment, comfortable in the silence, before you hear your phone buzz in your pocket. Megumi lifts his head up so you can use your hand to answer it, and he slowly gets back to work as you pull your phone out and look at it.

Incoming call: “YuYu”

You smile at the nickname he put in your phone for you when he first gave you his number back in highschool. You answer it and hold the phone up to your ear.

“Hey! Sorry I keep calling you randomly, but I have a bit of an emergency. But, this time it’s a good emergency, I promise. Remember that date I was supposed to have tonight? Turns out she can’t go anymore, but I already have a reservation at this new sushi place I have been dying to try, and I knowwwww you love sushi,” he says, and you can practically hear his smile through the phone. “I already know you’re going to say yes, so I’ll meet you at your place at 6:00 and we can walk over together. Oh, and it’s kind of fancy but not too fancy, but don’t worry about it too much! Okay great, I’ll see you then!” he finishes before hanging up.

You didn’t even get a word in for that entire conversation, but it looks like you now have plans tonight. Glancing at your now unlocked phone screen, you realize it’s already almost 5:00. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath. “I’m sorry Megumi, but I have to go,” you say, turning your attention back to the boy across from you.

“No worries,” he says with a soft smile. “This was really nice, we should study again sometime. Here, let me give you my number.” He holds his hand out for your phone and you give it to him, watching him put in his contact information before handing it back to you. You collect your study materials and wave at him as you walk out of the library.

–

When you arrive at the restaurant, you are shocked by Yuji’s definition of “kind of fancy.” The place is absolutely gorgeous, with natural wood and stone forming high ceilings, small fountains and mini waterfalls creating a soothing ambiance as the water collects in a river that winds throughout the restaurant. You walk over small bridges that decorate the interior to reach your table, surrounded by plants that provide some natural privacy. You felt slightly out of place despite wearing your nicest dress and heels, especially compared to Yuji in his black slacks and sport coat. You have to admit, though, the boy does clean up nicely.

Without getting a chance to even look at the menu, Yuji orders for both of you when the server returns. You gently smack his arm from across the table. “Hey, why did you do that? How could you assume what I wanted?” you ask playfully.

“I told you, I know you,” he shrugs. “Besides, dinner is on me since I dragged you out here last-minute. There’s some stuff I’ve been wanting to try ever since this place opened, and I got some things you’ll like, too,” he explains through a toothy grin.

“How generous, getting me things I’ll actually like,” you smirk, rolling your eyes. “Speaking of ‘dragging me here,’ what happened with your date?” you ask, trying to hide any remnants of jealousy.

“Oh, she just had something come up with a friend, but we rescheduled for next week. Plus, after the last practice date kind of went to shit, I figured it would be nice to actually get used to this place before the real-deal,” he says nonchalantly.

For some reason, his words sting more than you expect. Referring to this girl as the real-deal means that he must think you’re less than her, less deserving of his time or energy or-

Your thoughts cut off as an enormous pile of food gets set down on your table. There seems to be everything from nigiri to sashimi and tempura, all of it looking mouth-wateringly good. Yuji thanks the server and immediately starts digging in. Your stomach growls involuntarily and you’re forced to push your thoughts aside as you take a bite.

“Oh, my god,” you practically groan through the rice. “This is insane.”

“Right?” Yuji agrees, his cheeks puffed out from being so full of food.

The two of you eat in silence, savoring the combination of flavors in front of you, until Yuji pulls his phone out of his pocket. He smiles down at it and starts typing a message, and you can almost feel your blood boil. In an attempt to defuse your emotions you glance down at your phone, which unlocks to the recent contact page with Megumi’s information open on it. What the hell you think, typing out a message to send to him.

You: “hey Megumi, thanks for hanging out today, it was really nice”

Your phone buzzes almost immediately.

Megumi: “If this is who I think it is, I agree. Are you free tomorrow? There’s a new cafe off campus that’s really cozy, and I have some exams next week I need to study for. I’d love to see you”

The message makes you feel warm inside - he would love to see you? Of course you have to say yes.

You: “i’m free, how’s 11:00 sound? meet at your place?”

He ‘love’ reacts your message, which you take as affirmation of your plans. You put your phone back into your purse and look back up to see Yuji still smiling down at his phone. “Hey, it’s rude to be on your phone at the table,” you tease, but it comes out more irritated than you intended.

“Sorry, Nobara just said something funny and-” he cuts off, looking up at you realizing he had never told you the name of the girl he actually had feelings for, even though you already knew from seeing her name on his phone this morning.

“Oh, so is this ‘Nobara’ the one you were supposed to take out tonight?” you ask slyly. Yuji just nods blankly, trying to read your facial expressions. “Well, she must be quite special then,” you respond, desperately attempting to shove down any lingering jealousy as you maintain eye contact. “I actually have a date tomorrow, too,” you continue, not looking away from him. He cocks his head to the side, waiting for you to continue and taking another huge bite from the dwindling pile of food between you. “Speaking of which, I actually was hoping to get some practice too…” you trail off. “I want to suck your cock.”

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A suitable arrangement - 2

Fandom: MCU AU. Pairing/starring: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader. Word count: 1362. Content: The audacity! A/N: I WROTE 18th CENTURY LAST TIME – THAT WAS A TYPO: it should have been 19th. Also I don’t think this will be a super long series...but it’s something. Let me know if it’s okay, please. Send ASK if you want a tag and please reblog. Also using my old tag list so if you’ve been tagged but don’t want to be on the list, just let me know.

2.

You can’t breathe properly. Admittedly, that might have more to do with how tight the maid laced your corset but you probably still would have been short of breath as you prepare to head downstairs to the sitting room where Lord Laufeyson is waiting.

Father has been clear in his orders: don’t bore the man to death and for goodness sake speak up when spoken to. He doesn’t understand how it is his own doing that you are so quiet.

Braving the steps, you make it down in the foyer with a rustle of fabrics and try to stride confidently through the doors.

There’s your father, standing by the book case and sending you a heavy look to remind you of your role.

And there’s Laufeyson, getting up from the settee with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, the other stretching towards you as he bows politely and as the good girl you are, you hand him yours as you courtesy, allowing him to kiss your knuckle lightly.

Then he presents you the bouquet: red tulips. It’s a bold statement and you can feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you accept them with a soft “thank you”. Thankfully Maude is there right away to whisk the flowers away, she will most likely put them in a vase in your chambers.

“You will have me excused,” your father says and leaves the two of you alone quite contrary to etiquette – but then again, your father has never really concerned himself much with the needs of the ladies including you.

So you straighten up, taking on the role as hostess and offer Laufeyson the opportunity to reclaim his seat as you sit on the settee opposite of him.

“Tea?” you manage to offer.

There’s a smirk on his lips. “Gladly.”

Chiming the little bell, it only takes Maude a moment to return and accept the order for refreshments. Then you’re alone with Laufeyson once more and you can feel your nerves fray ever so slowly.

“You may be wondering what caused me to near you at the debutante,” Laufeyson begins to explain, “I saw you, deeply enthralled in the artwork and I am quite an admirer of the arts myself. My intention was so converse upon the subject as it is rare I find any with the same love for it as I hold.”

You nod. “I understand,” you manage to press out on a breath.

There’s a gleam in his eye. “Do you dabble in the visual arts?” he asks, forcing you to speak further.

“I...I draw, yes.” It’s hard to get the words to be more than a whisper and you try to fight down the wiggling in your discomfort. “Mostly charcoal sketches, though.”

“And what is your preferred subject?” he keeps pressing.

“P-people,” you eek out.

He smiles again, the same smile that many must find warm and endearing but you can’t help but feel more appropriate for a cat that’s caught a mouse. And you are the mouse.

“I suppose your father makes one of your recurring models, then?”

You shake your head. Although you’ve managed to sketch your father a few times, he never takes the time to sit down, allowing you to render him properly. No, what you do is you draw from memory or make quick sketches of people passing by that you see from your window. Maude is often depicted on your paper, mostly when you’ve made your way to the kitchen while she’s cooking but you have never dared to ask her to sit model for you. Thankfully, Elena is differently keen to assist, often striking silly poses in which she looks dreamily at flowers or her own mirror image.

“No?” Laufeyson seems genuinely surprised. “Then perhaps I may do the honour of sitting model one day?”

If you hadn’t felt flushed before then you do so now at the idea of anyone else seeing you work and, even worse, the result thereof.

“Oh, I couldn’t ask that,” you gasp.

“Nonsense!” he declares. “It would be my honour.”

He looks at you expectantly but thankfully you are saved from answering him just then as Maude arrives with the tray of tea and biscuits. Pouring for your both, she manages to catch your eye and discreetly nod towards the space next to the guest. Narrowing your eyes, you try to silently remind her of her place and she does leave right away, closing the doors softly.

“Diligent help,” Laufeyson comments.

“Yes, quite,” you whisper.

He turns to you. “Pray tell...what does it take to hear your voice ring true and clear like I heard that day? Must we sing?”

You nearly spill your tea at his boldness. “Lord Laufeyson!” you gasp softly.

But he is undeterred, coming to sit next to you on the seat and grasping your slightly trembling hand. “What I heard that day was not the shy sparrow I see before me now but a bold lark and I intend to win that mesmerizing creature over and have her sing my name.”

Snatching your hand back, you don’t dare meet his gaze. You get up and walk over to open the door, a clear indication that the visit is over. He does follow. Even accepts to go to the front door but that’s where he pauses as Maude comes rushing with his coat and hat.

“Until next time, miss [Y/L/N],” he smiles crookedly.

You have no way to ban him from visiting again unless you can convince father...and speaking up again him is beyond your abilities. So you just courtesy and see the bold visitor out the door.

---

In the days that follows gifts are delivered to you: flowers of ruby and pink hues, boxes of confection, even a delicate silken shawl that must be worth more than half your wardrobe.

Thankfully, though, Loki Laufeyson himself remains at a distance.

That is...until the next ball.

Lord Stark has invited and all of course attend. It had not been long before Elena had been swept up in the dances, leaving you to stand by yourself. You’ve half made up your mind to go exploring the halls for more art when a figure approaches: Laufeyson.

Smiling coyly, he extends an arm. “A dance, miss?”

You know it would be rude to refuse and so you accept, linking your arm in his and hoping that a dance will deter him.

Hand in hand, you float across the floor, finding that he is exceptionally good at guiding your movements despite your lack of familiarity with the steps. Sure, you’ve learned them, taking lessons like any young bachelorette, but you have never truly danced before as none have ever asked you. Now, not only are you dancing but you’re dancing with Lord Laufeyson and you feel the envious glares of many of your peers. Little do they know you’d love to trade places with them especially as his large hand supports your back, nudging you slightly closer to him.

In all fairness: it’s not that Loki Laufeyson is a sore on the eye or has a bad reputation. Quite the contrary. His features are beyond handsome, raven hair and sharp cheekbones and jawline match the air of nobility. And his stature! Tall, lithe, strong, slender. No, he truly is a wonder to behold. And you have only heard whispers of admiration about him.

So why your dislike?

You do not dislike him, actually. You fear him and his perfection. You know you can never measure with him. And now...now for some reason he has made it his mission to hear you speak or sing and it scares you beyond measure to be heard. Everything is so much easier when you can go about unnoticed.

As the music comes to a halt and the dance finishes, you are about to excuse yourself with yet another courtesy when he pulls the boutonniere from his coat and tucks it behind your ear. You hear the whispers and soft gasps at his actions, you feel the heat rise to your face unbidden...and you see the warmth in his eyes as he takes your hand, kisses it, and bows.

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Here's some random terrible sketches I've done throughout the past 3 months that each took me less than 2 minutes to create because I'm lazy!! It's more about the...essence of what the image conveys rather than the art itself lol

I love how yellow the show is. Maybe it's just because my phone screen is made to see everything through a warm-ish filter, but certain series (especially s4) just have such a yellowy vibe to it...I have no idea why, but I love it so much

Also I love how in series 1 whenever Justin sat on the sofa, Robert always wanted to sit squished between him and the armrest so they were directly next to eachother, it's so CUTE!

(ignore the poor quality of the screenshot) LOOK AT ROBERTS FACE. HE IS ENJOYING IT. HE IS CONTENT. HE JUST WANTS TO BE CLOSE TO HIS BESTIE!! It's so sad that they got rid of this little thing he always did, I wonder what happened that made Robert stop?!?! Maybe he eventually realised that Justin found it annoying (except I'm pretty sure J secretly thought it was sweet) lol

Ngl series 1 had some of the most hilarious moments of the entire show in there. One of my favourites is in 'Suits you' (I think that's its name, it's episode 7 I think) when Robert has the conversation with Dee that goes something like-

R:" Sir is having a bath."

D:"Oh, well I can't give him the paper in the bath!"

R:"No.."

D:"The paper will get all soggy!"

R:"..............yes"

THE WAY HE SAYS THAT LAST LINE ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME ITS SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

AND THEN AFTERWARDS WHEN DEE MAKES THAT RUBBISH JOKE AND ROBERT MAKES THE FAKE LAUGHING AUDIO PLAY. AND YOU JUST SEE THE LIGHT FADING FROM HER EYES. THE CORNERS OF HER MOUTH SLOWLY FLATTENING. LIKE NO ROBERT YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO SLOWLY CRUSH THE JOY FROM THIS POOR WOMAN BECAUSE OF A BAD JOKE.

And also there was such a sweet moment in the blocked pipe episode, when Robert was going into the basement to check for the pipe, and after doing his (unbearably cringe) 'Robert the brave' lines, he said "and Sir.........I'll miss you!" THE WAY HE SAID AND ACTED WHEN DOING THAT WAS SO CUTE. HE MUST REALLY LIKE JUSTIN TO MISS BEING AWAY FROM HIM FOR 30 SECONDS MAX. And Justin's fake annoyance afterwards was so funny too because I know that deep inside he thought that was adorable

Its kinda sad at how little Robert thinks of himself when it comes to his relationship with Justin. For example in the Roberta episode, he is literally on the brink of leaving the house forever?!?! Just because Justin bought a new robot to HELP him! He really believes that their friendship is just gone like that because of his..jealousy I suppose? Same in the Justi Moment episode (literal copy and paste episode), where he is on the verge of tears because Justin, yet again, bought a robot to help him out! I suppose Robert truly does believe sometimes that he is only fantasising of having a good relationship with J, and that Justin doesn't reciprocate those feelings (which is obviously not true).

Mac's first episode is so heartbreaking though. The fact that Justin did not stop a single time to consider the consequences of leaving his literal family for a couple of years is so sad. And Robert's little monologue bit was so tragic :( , but imagine what it would of been like if Justin actually didn't return for a couple of years, and how devastated Robert would of been. I wonder how he'd react to Justin coming back after so long?? He'd probably never want to see him again after that tbf. Also I do wonder why Robert was so nervous and awkward about meeting Mac for the first time, since he's never been known to do it before when meeting other newcomers. The poor guy was clinging on to Meradith for dear life in some scenes!

It's quite interesting that Robert canoniclly has a physical disability with his right foot coordinator (I think that's what it is, cant remember the exact thing) being faulty so sometimes he'll mess up with walking. Also quite interesting that robots can HAVE physical disabilities. Surely their parts can be replaced or fixed? I wonder why Robert never decided to fix it, perhaps because he didn't think it was important enough? Although I'm pretty sure it does affect him, since multiple times throughout the show he's shown to have a travelling cane of some sorts, meaning he literally needs a walking stick to get around sometimes- so it must be an annoying thing to have. Maybe he's worried about having an operation on his leg? Actually now that I think about it, coordination takes place in the brain, so maybe he's unable to fix it because of that (because I'm pretty sure messing with someone's brain is....not the greatest thing lol)

I'm so tired abdiejdeodnkdslsnjwls

[weministertomonsters]

Werewolf (Camden) x human female reader ~ Part 3

  Heads up, this chapter contains incest. If that's not your cup of tea then it's time to click outta here.

Also, this is (I think) the first time I'm using Y/n. I kind of like it. This way I don't have to find ways to go around mentioning a name nor do I have to give the reader a name that the actual reader may not like!

~•~•~•~

"Calm down, Y/n!" Arch says, grunting as he lifts his unconscious brother off the floor. "He'll be fine."

    "He doesn't look fine to me!" You bawl back. "He looks like he got jumped- Oh my god, are those knife wounds?"

    Arch kicks open the bathroom door open and ease Camden into the bathtub.

    "He's going to shift soon, so I want to get him clean before I take a look at his wounds."

    "Shift? Isn't he already?" You shuffle into the bathroom after Arch, too anxious to do anything else but twist your fingers together.

    "No, he's going to shift into a human form," Arch says, turning on the water and pointing the showerhead at the wall to give it time to warm up.

    "It's a defense mechanism to protect werewolves while they heal."

    "But he's gotten hurt before and he never had to..."

    "He's more than just a little hurt," Arch says tensely.

    "But is he-"

    "Christ Jesus, can you just help me?" Arch snaps, his ears flicking back.

    You're stunned into silence, and simply nod mutely and begin to help remove Camden's ruined clothing. Arch sighs.

    "Sorry."

    "No, it's fine. I always get a little stupid when I'm shocked," you reply. "Seeing him come in and drop like that..."

    "Either way, I shouldn't have yelled," Arch says, adding sheepishly, "I still haven't taken my meds and between the two of you, it's very hard to concentrate."

    "Should I leave? Will that help?"

    "I'm not a caveman," Arch snorts, opening a bottle of bodywash. "Camden needs both of us."

    "Won't the soap get in his cuts?" You ask as he passes it to you.

    "Yes, but he needs to get clean. God knows where he was before this," Arch sighs. "Although I have a pretty good idea..."

    "Um, is this supposed to happen?" You grimace as fur begins to sluice off Camden"s legs.

    "Yes. He's shifting."

    "Okay. Okay, I can do this. All his fur is falling off, but it's fine. It's going to be okay."

    "You're freaking out," Arch says. "Take a deep breath."

    "Okay. Deep breaths," you obey his order, grimacing at the fur sliding down the drain.

    After a few minutes of gently washing your boyfriend down, he begins to look human. His fangs retract and so do his claws. Even his hands and feet look human. For some reason, his facial hair remains. You didn't even know he had any and you laugh slightly at how rugged it makes him look.

    "Is he going to be okay?" You murmur, leaning against Arch, who tenses slightly.

    "This is always the hardest part," he replies. "But our wounds heal best when we let our bodies do the work. In a few hours, he should be much better."

    "Can I get some fresh air?" You squeak because the mingling scent of blood and bodywash is wreaking havoc on your stomach.

    Plus, seeing your boyfriend's wounds slowly stitch themselves together like a sped-up timelapse isn't making you feel any better.

    "Take your time," Arch says. "When his wounds close up a little more, I'll put him in the bed."

    You head into the kitchen and notice the trail of drying blood droplets on the floor. After a few rounds of damp paper towels, the floor is clean. You wash your hands again and at this point, your nerves are through the roof, so you boil some water and brew a herbal tea, hoping to calm your nerves. You take the mug of tea with you and slip into Arch's bedroom. It's very clean, except for the desk in the corner which is a colorful tornado of sketches, tubes of paint, and various handle-less and chipped mugs repurposed as brush holders.

    You pull the duvet back and plump up the pillows. Arch comes in a moment later, with Camden swaddled in a fluffy towel.

    "Thanks," he says to you, carefully putting his brother down.

    "No problem," you respond. "Now what do we do?"

    "You're welcome to stay, Y/n. Camden would like that."

    "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose... Ugh, fine. How can I say no when you look at me like that?" You grumble playfully. "I'm exhausted, though. Is it okay if I sleep over?"

    "My bed is big enough," Arch says, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his brother.

    You only hesitate for a moment.

    "Okay." You ease onto the bed and curl up next to Camden, staring at his human face.

    He's handsome like this, but you prefer his natural form. You don't mean to fall asleep, but in the end, you do.

    You wake up because you're far too hot. One werewolf is one thing, but two are like a furnace that you don't need. You slowly come back to yourself from your empty dreams, lying there and debating whether to get a glass of water. Suddenly the bed shifts and a cold, wet nose presses against your neck and you flinch, looking up into Camden's eyes. He's back to his werewolf form and he's very quiet, simply gazing at you.

    "Camden?" You whisper, and his ears flick.

    He pulls himself up on his elbows and shakes his fur out, digging his clawed hands into the mattress next to your head. You don't like this quiet version of him, the way he stares like he isn't quite seeing you. You try to sit up, but his lips curl back and he bares his teeth at you. You let out a quiet breath and sink back down slowly.

    "Okay," you whisper to him. "I'm not going to run away."

    Does he know that? Does he even hear you?

    You use your foot to kick the sleeping Arch in the side until he grunts and rolls over, blinking his eyes open sleepily. He takes in the sight of Camden crouched over you, leaning down to bite.

    "Oh shit," he says, and shoves Camden to the side.

    The air is suddenly filled with tension. Camden snarls and lunges at his brother and they fall off the bed, snapping at each other.

    "What are you doing?" You cry out, ripping the bedsheets off of you and leaning over the edge of the bed.

    "Keeping him from biting you," Arch grunts in exertion as he tries to keep Camden from biting him as well.

    "Is he in heat? I've never seen him look so out of it before," you reach over and snap on the night light, then gape at what you see.

    Camden's dick, simply put. It's peeking out of its sheath, dripping. Dripping onto Arch's stomach.

    "Um..." Your eyes are the size of saucers. "What's going on?"

    "This is a terrible time," Arch groans, huffing as he catches his brother's scent. "Werewolves coming out of a healing shift are very territorial and often stuck in a haze of primal instinct. Mix that with a rut and you've got a nightmare on your hands."

    You stare dumbly for a moment, and then you giggle.

    "And what's so funny about this?" Arch snaps, twisting out of reach of his brother's fangs, pushing him away.

    Camden isn't deterred and begins to circle him, looking for a weak spot.

    "Camden isn't the only one having trouble," you snicker, and then clear your throat. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't even find this funny!"

    Arch looks down at himself and swears. "It's too late to take the pills. They'll just make it worse. You need to get me the handcuffs."

    "What now?" You blink.

    "Both of us are in heat. If I start to haze as well, I'll do something I will regret. And it isn't safe for you either."

    "I'm staying. I'm not leaving you two when you're this vulnerable," you cross your arms. "Besides, I really don't want to go back to my apartment alone."

    You give him a pleading look. He sighs.

    "Fine. Just get me the handcuffs. They're in the bottom drawer in the bathroom."

    "Okay." You hurry to retrieve them.

    You find them, two pairs of heavy cuffs. They look like they are real silver too. You hurry back to the bedroom, only to stop short in the doorway. The brothers haven't torn each other to bits, but they seem to have gotten a little caught up. With the gold dominating Arch's eyes, it isn't hard to see that he's slipping into a haze as well. You're sure that not going to make this any better.

    Camden is on the floor, his wrists pinned back by one of Arch's hands. He's alternating between baring his neck and snapping his teeth like he can't decide whether to submit or fight. His hips raise, pressing against Arch, seeking any kind of friction. Although Arch growls, he doesn't stop him either. Your lips are parted in surprise, and despite yourself, you draw in a breath, taking in the scene.

    Should you be watching this? Should you stop them? Maybe. But you don't. You put the handcuffs down on the floor in easy reach and step closer. The fur of the two almost glows in the beam of the night light as they tangle together, whisking tails, bared teeth, and shared breaths. It's so startlingly intimate, it turns you on.

    God, it shouldn't, but it does.

    You touch Arch's shoulder, letting him register your presence. Camden's eyes are sparkling with tears as he whines in frustration, nostrils flaring as he catches your scent. His gaze flicks to you and he groans your name. Delighted that he's present enough to recognize you, you lean down and kiss him, sliding closer and slipping a hand over his broad chest.

    "I'm here," you whisper.

    He strains towards you, nuzzling against your neck, teeth against your skin.

    "Camden," Arch warns throatily. "Don't bite her."

    "I know," he replies, licking you instead.

    Seeing that Camden is at least partially out of his haze, Arch reluctantly releases him and he leans into you, a rough purr rumbling in his chest.

    "Please," he whimpers, clutching at the large t-shirt you're wearing. "Touch me."

    You recall what happened the last time, and so you go slow and give him time to change his mind, running your hand up his thigh. He lifts his hips towards you, silently begging. Finally, your hand wraps around his cock and you suck in a breath at how big he is. Already, you're imagining how it would feel inside you. Camden whines, shuddering as you touch him, sweeping your thumb over the dripping head of his cock.

    You can't stop yourself from leaning forward to get a taste, swirling him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around his length like a velvet blanket. His hands clutch carefully at your hair and even as he pushes you down and coaxes you to take more of him in, he remains gentle.

    Through the haze of your arousal, you hear Camden rasping out,

    "You want to fuck her, don't you? You want to fuck my girlfriend."

    Oh, shit. You lift your head and look at Arch, whose eyes are consumed with gold as he slowly strokes his cock, panting.         "Yes," he hisses, his eyes glued on you. "She's so fucking pretty and she smells amazing."

    Your lips curve into a coy grin as you tilt your hips in the air and wiggled your butt at him.

    "Well? What are you waiting for?"

    Arch just about attacks you, pushing the hem of the shirt up around your hips and ripping your panties off, pressing wild kisses to the backs of your thighs, growling as he finds particular spots that make you moan. When his tongue presses against your cunt, you see sparks.

    You're already so wet that he doesn't need to take long to prepare you, nor do you want him to. You ache to be filled. Arch's hands grip your hips and he rasps out a warning.

    "If I start, I don't think I can stop. Are you sure you want this?"

    You lift your mouth off of Camden's cock to gasp impatiently,

    "Just fuck me already!"

    Arch's cock presses against your sensitive skin, and he rocks his hips, bumping his cock against your clit. When he finally thrusts into you, the force pushes you further down on Camden's cock and you fight not to gag, pulling up a bit as your eyes water. Camden is shuddering from the effort of holding back from ramming into your mouth.

  You reward him for that, reaching down and cupping his balls and massaging them. The stimulation proves too much for him, and he begins to cum, whining breathily. You clasp his thighs and sputter at the copious amount of his climax. You manage to swallow some of it, but a lot of it runs from the corner of your mouth and drips from your chin.

    You feel filthy and you love it. Arch growls at the sight, his body arching over your back as he shudders with each thrust.

    "Cum inside me," you gasp. "Please!"

    You are so going to regret saying that later, but right now, you don't care about anything other than reaching the high he's building you up to. Camden reaches down and rubs your clit, cooing encouragements to you. You're almost crying from the stimulation, as you clamp down on Arch's cock. With a muffled howl, he begins to spill into you.

  The feeling of his hot cum inside you pushes you over the edge and you cum as well, spasming in pleasure. Arch pulls out before he can knot you, grabbing your jaw and kissing you roughly, licking his brother's taste from your lips. You feel Camden shuffle between your legs and your eyes fly open in alarm.

    "Wait, I'm too sensitive!" You whimper, but he ignores you, thrusting his cock into your dripping cunt.

    "Come on darling, you can take one more," Arch murmurs, kissing your forehead and rubbing your nipples until they harden again.

    He props you against his chest so that you can see where you and Camden are connected, the way your pussy lips drag against his length, the lewd sounds your bodies make as they meet.

    Dazedly, you wonder if you're dreaming.

    Arch reaches down, teasing your clit with fingers that quickly get soaked by your juices. The three of you drag in ragged breaths, watching in fascination. Camden climaxes quickly with a grunt, gritting his teeth. Unlike his brother, he doesn't pull out, and his knot swells and presses against your entrance. The pressure makes you go dizzy. His knot finally pops in, locking him into place. Arch continues to rub your clit until you come to another orgasm, arching back against him.

    You either pass out for a few seconds or you're so high that you're unaware of your surroundings, because when you finally come back to your senses, you're on the bed sandwiched between the two brothers. Camden is still locked inside you and will be for some time. You feel warm and relaxed. Camden's hands sweep over your body soothingly and Arch kisses your shoulder. Between their ministrations, you end up dozing off.

    You're going to have a lot to talk about in the morning.

~•~•~•~

  You can't begin to imagine how difficult this was to write! I spent three days trying to think of another idea but it felt like Part 2 had set me on this path. Of course, I could have had Arch walk out but I liked that idea less.

  Also, can you tell it has been a while since I wrote such spice? It was very awkward but I made it! I hope it was enjoyable at the least. <3

[springtrapsspringlockedbussy]

i'll be honest, springtrap and nolan having personal journals has been very prominent on my mind, mainly just imagining how they write.

springtrap has very good calligraphy but it's slightly sloppy since he never figured out a comfortable position for his writing hand in his life, awhile nolan literally writes chicken scratch. even nolan can't read what he writes, he only knows what it says because he remembered what he wrote down awhile writing it.

but also im imagining their styles of writing. nolan is very expressive and impactful in his mind because you know. machine theory is a perspective fic- but im imagining it's surprisingly brief but also details nolan's feelings. it's essentially what he always wants to say but could never bear to speak it, i.e his inner dialogue translated into a physical form

springtrap? it's his diary. it's full of solid looking doodles, the occasional sketch of nolan, and probably a LOT of mentally ill and likely very bad poetry. he absolutely hides it somewhere because of just how insanely obsessed he is in love with his husband, venting his feelings but also expressing is love in one center place. he'd love tumblr

press see more for two prompts each that are supposed to be excerpts from springtrap's and nolan's personal journals, you'll uh. you'll understand who's who.

'He's impossible to deal with some days. I cannot help but fret and worry over his conditions, but all he does is give me that warm smile. Well... At least I can always be there for him. It still distresses me to see him so thin. To think he's capable of so much while nearly being skin wrapped over bone is horrific. He seems to like my cooking, so maybe everything will be okay after all.'

'Come and see, please, indentured shall be thee to save my lover's soul. For he cannot bear the champion's curse any longer! Come, bitter conduct. Come, unsavory guide! Save the soul of my eternally damned beloved! For they seek a treasure unpossessed, a yearning in the heart unfulfilled with viscera... Save them, oh thee! Save them!'

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(The thought of leaving him in someone's care and driving off is a reoccurring thought. It sickens me to even consider that. I wish I could talk to him about this, but his eyes... If only he knew what a sick puppy he had on his hands...)

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(My body is starting to slow down thanks to my neglect. I'm capable, but not unstoppable. The hunger pangs are getting worse, the insomnia is starting to keep me up for a week straight. I just can't bear to tell him... He'd start crying over my condition and begging me to take care of myself. Or, he'll do it himself. I'd love to envision him whispering sweet nothings into my ears to help me sleep.)

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #29 - Doodles]

“When Jungkook doodles on your back.”

Genre: domestic Fluff

Warnings: casual nudity but it’s not sexual, kissies, they are so CUTE

Wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: just something short and sweet because i miss them :( also this is a hundred percent a regular thing between those two 🥺🧡

It was a warm summer's night. The opened swing doors let in the smell of ocean salt and the sound of crickets. Your shirts have been off for quite some time as the weather was just too hot for clothes and on your coffee table a finished plate of snacks is waiting to be cleaned up.

Inside you have your vinyl player playing, because Jungkook insisted that using it is peak romance and "tonight is all about romance". 

It didn’t actually start off as a romantic evening. You were merely discussing the new tattoo you are planning on getting (Jungkook will do it obviously) when Jungkook had the brilliant idea of practicing its placement. 

It started off innocent. Jungkook got the finished sketch while you took off your shirt to make space for him.

Your tattoo was supposed to go on your upper back. Your shoulder blade to be more exact. You told Jungkook to design something related to the coast and he did. Around three inch in size and with the most intricate of details. You loved it instantly.

Jungkook then spent a good hour recreating the tattoo on your back, working quietly while you were shivering in relaxation. Back scratches are your weakness after all.

Romance soon however began seeping into the evening. The tattoo was finished but the desire to doodle remained.

Jungkook put on music and together you created your little snuggle spot on the floor on top of your cuddle blankets and with too many pillows to count. 

Jungkook got his skin safe doodle pencils, which he got solely for drawing on your body and then the fun began. He doodled on your back while you relaxed and shivered each time he brushed over an especially sensitive spot and every now and then you could listen to Jungkook sing to one of the songs. It was the perfect evening, it really was.

Almost your entire back is covered by now, serving as a canvas for the most beautiful artworks ever. You haven’t seen them yet, but this was your husband you were talking about here and his doodles are always the most beautiful ever.

"Oh no", Jungkook whispers. 

"Messed up?" 

"Mh-hm yeah."

Jungkook fixes his mistake by wetting his thumb and wiping your skin. You don’t mind the feeling, not with how nasty the two of you are during your wilder times. A little bit of his spit can’t disgust you.

"What were you drawing?" you ask him.

"Just some flowers, but the stem looks weird. I gotta redo it."

His thumb leaves your skin. He wipes you dry with the help of his pointer finger and then begins drawing again. 

The pencil is soft on your skin, sending an enjoyable shiver over your skin. His hand is warm, dancing over your body in snych with the patterns he draws. Every now and then you can feel the tickle of his fingertips as he outlines what he drew to check for any mistakes.

You relax in a sigh.

"Honestly Koo, I could fall asleep just like this", you mumble. 

"You know you can, I’ll keep you safe."

"You're talking as if we're in some life or death situation."

"You never know. Maybe a bear randomly appears while you sleep. What then? You’d be happy to have me."

"Really?" you are already snickering in preparation for his silly joke.

"Yeah, cause I’ll be fighting it."

"Of course", you cackle, "cause you'd be able to fight a bear."

"Don't underestimate me. I fought many bears before."

"Did you now?"

"Yeah. There was this one time where Yoongi, Tae and I were camping in the woods and then a bear snuck into our camp and I had to fight it."

"Wow, that sounds dangerous. How come you never told me about that?"

"Because I didn’t wanna worry you."

"Ah I see, obviously", you say, grinning, "you doofus."

"Hey", Jungkook complains and slaps your ass. 

"Ah", you gasp, "what the heck babe, that was really strong. My butt hurts now."

"That's what you get", he says, rubbing your butt as an apology, “sorry.”

You send him an annoyed glance, rolling your eyes. 

"You'll get that back", you murmur, snuggling back into the pillows. 

Jungkook snickers boyishly and returns to drawing his pretty flower. 

It will be the last piece of the painting. Jungkook wants to continue, but your back physically has no space left anymore. So he sadly has to make this flower the last doodle, if he wants to or not.

He finishes the stem with a little swirl. 

"Done", he says and traces the finished drawing with his thumb. 

"Wait. Like done done?" 

"Yeah, your back's covered all over."

You huff out air, "I'm sad, I want more."

"Same, but wait”, he slaps your ass again, “I'll take a picture.”

And with that he gets up and hurries to get your polaroid camera. 

“Stop slapping my ass, you idiot!” you call after him.

He returns after a moment, “sorry that you’ve got such a yummy peach just out and about. I can’t resist”, he says and sits down on the back of your thighs. 

You laugh because he is so silly and stupid and you love him so much.

"Hold still", he says, guiding the camera to his eye. 

The flash goes up, the shutter clicks then the purring of the camera printing out the picture. 

Jungkook takes it, shakes it twice and places it on the blanket. 

"And?" 

"Can’t tell yet. It’s developing", he says, lifting his hips so you could flip on your back.  

He sits back down, resting his weight on your crotch. 

"Stay like this", he says, lifting the camera.

"Kook, I’m not even wearing a shirt", you complain in a giggle, covering your boobs with the help of your hand.

“So? Put your hands away I wanna have boobies”, he says, tugging at your wrist whilst looking through the camera.

“Urgh fine”, you give in, intertwining your fingers with him.

Click.

Jungkook's face reappears. He is grinning brightly. 

"You're so pretty", he says, placing the picture next to the first one. 

"I am?" 

“Yeah so pretty”, he says, leaning down to press a big smooch on each of your boobs. Then a kiss on your left collarbone and a little bite to your shoulder.

“Mhm Koo feels good.”

He hums softly and kisses your neck in a way that it would tickle.

You giggle, fighting him off with a little push.

“Don’t it tickles.”

“Baby”, he coos and chases you.

“Koo please”, you squeak, cackling.

Jungkook chuckles and rolls  off your lap to cuddle into your side. You shift and wiggle to find your perfect snuggle position, fighting each other with giggles in your chests because Jungkook is still trying to tickle you. You end up with Jungkook’s arm under your head while you are facing him in the end.

“You’re the worst”, you mumble.

"You're the prettiest", he says, pecking your forehead. 

"So are you", you tell him, melting closer. 

Your eyes meet. You kiss each other’s lips in a quick peck, feeling tingly. He pulls back with a smile, tracing your cheek with his fingertips.

"Should we take a picture?" you suggest.

"Yeah? Like in a selfie?" 

"Mh-hm, we didn’t take selfies in ages." 

"We didn’t. Okay, come here baby let's take a pic."

You and him squish against each other. Cheek against cheek while Jungkook is lifting the camera up. 

You smile, as does Jungkook. 

The flash goes off, the shutter clicks and the camera gives you the picture. 

"Another one", Jungkook says and turns his head to smooch your cheek.

"Kook", you squeak in happiness, smiling oh so brightly. 

Jungkook takes a picture of that moment. You glowing in happiness while he kisses your cheek. 

The picture will turn out a little blurry, but neither of you will care. 

Jungkook places the camera next to the photos after taking the picture. He rolls to his side, facing you that way and hooking his arms behind your head.

"You're so cheeky", you tell him, caressing his chest. 

"I wanna have a new pic for my wallet. It’s perfect."

"I want a copy too."

"Yeah, you get the other one."

"Wow okay, so you get the really cute one?" 

"The other one's cute too. You look so pretty on it."

"You don’t even know how I look on it yet."

"Don't have to, I just know."

You grin, "you old cheeseball."

Jungkook smirks confidently and pinches your cheek softly. 

"Wanna see the doodles?" 

"Yeah show me."

Jungkook fetches the developed polaroid of your back and hands it to you. 

"Wow, Googie", you gasp, "those are all so pretty."

"You think so? I just doodled though."

"I can't even see it. I like them all so much." 

Jungkook shies away, even going so far as to nuzzle into your hair. It makes looking at the polaroid impossible, but you don’t mind because you can cuddle Jungkook instead. 

"You smell nice", he murmurs and kisses your forehead.

"You too", you whisper and sigh contently. 

Tonight is perfect, it truly is.​

[harfanfare]

Idk if you open your reqs, if you felt comfortable then could you write "How to win a hear of" for Rook please? You could ignore it if you felt uncomfortable though.

How to win a heart of Rook Hunt?

1. Be.

Blink, blink. Inhale. Exhale.

...

You can't really prove anything, but you are sure that the clock that hangs above Train's desk is broken. Its hands are still staying in the same place, but when you doze off and check the time again, they seem to stay in the same place, if not going backwards.

You can't recognize any words from Train's monotone speech. Whenever he raises his tone, socking some poor student who sits at the front desk, is the only time you look up from your doodles scribbled on the cover of your notebook. They were getting more swirled with each minute; since this class, among the quick sketches Lucius, there appeared a weird-looking elephant in question and some fancy cake. Though, there is still a space for another decoration on the icing.

Luckily, Trein doesn't overlook class notes.

…

You muffle your yawn discreetly by covering your mouth.

After that, the sleepy and dull atmosphere should have just continued.

But no. There is some tension on your arms as if your body reacted by instinct, the one that turns on when you feel like you're in an unknown zone, carefully trying to make your way out of that internal Tierra Incognita.

And there it is. That irresistible impression of being observed, which brings an overwhelming feeling; almost suffocating and sticking to every part of your body, but warm, as if filled with adoration and joy.

...You will have to judge yourself if having such an admirer is a good thing. Especially if the admirer is Rook Hunt himself.

2. Lie.

"Could you stop that?" you ask aloud. "Rook Hunt."

To be completely honest with yourself, you aren't sure if he's around. In those few days, you almost got used to the gaze that follows you like an animal who is curious about a new human being, you. But also, you could never forget how each wild animal would effortlessly take you down.

From behind you, bushes don't rustle, when Rook Hunt steps in. You turn around to see him with a bright smile on his face. He seems very proud of something, and for the first time, you are sure that he was the one who followed you for days.

He stands in front of you as his gaze caresses every part of your body. He doesn't seem uncomfortable with open starring, but your arms stiffen a little.

"My, what a surprise!" He says after his eyes land on your face. You already know that he is the type of guy who never averts his gaze when talking to someone, but at first, that gesture is slightly intimidating. "Never have I supposed that you could actually spot me, Trickster-san!"

"So it was you?" The question arises before you can think of a better answer. Rook gives you a smile anyway. "Oh, well... Now that you're here, I can complain to you personally."You take a big breath. "Stop following me. I feel uncomfortable when I know that I can't relax anywhere."

"Oh, ma faute! I severely underestimated your observation skills...! However, I never noticed you feeling any negative emotion other than awkwardness when you spotted me. I think you smiled more." At this thought, or to visualize you the situation, his corners of mouth quirk up. "I am dazzled by you and I feel like I wouldn't be wrong if I guessed that you were happy with that attention. Didn't you like it?"

And there comes that lie, that contradicts the whole truth you have acknowledged by last week.

"No."

3. Show that you're willing to talk to him.

Your gaze lands on his silhouette, as he with the charm of every Pomefiore student, takes notes. He always seems upbeat, wanting to agree and conclude with the teacher's every word, but listens in silence.

There is no power in you to tear away your gaze. Again, for the third time in this lesson.

"I went crazy!" You think to yourself as the ring of long-desired bell fills the hallway and students leave their classes. "Did I guilt-trip myself or something, to think about him that much AFTER I missed a chance to befriend him?"

As you glance from your desk, you notice how Rook already left the class. Although you knew it will be really hard to find him now, after classes ended and bumping into each other is almost impossible, you quickly threw your books into the bag and run out the door.

...

Never have you known that Rook could that skillfully blend into the background.

Of course, you heard rumours. His posture, the way he entered classes and actively participated on each topic always gleamed with agility and grace. And mysteriously, he always knew you were looking at him. Back then, the smile never left his face.

Gravel rattled under your feet and you knocked a few pebbles away with your foot. After twenty minutes of searching, you weren't convinced that your childhood hide-and-seek talent was really as impeccable as you thought it would be. Rook Hunt wasn't hiding behind any of the bushes you passed.

He was above you.

Perched on a tall but sturdy branch, he can't help but stare at your distant figure littering the outside of the NRC. His eyes sparkle when you accidentally—or maybe not? Maybe these were those childhood skills—you lift your head up, and your gaze immediately lands on Rook's purple uniform.

"Looking for me?" He speaks in his melodic voice, smooth and clear as honey. "Moi, I am truly honoured!" His smile changes. It's hard to tell from the distance, but instead of his usual smile, there is now something resembling a smirk. "Perhaps I caught your attention~?"

4. Become a hunter

And by “hunter” there is no meaning of graduating NRC and travelling around the world to chase after animals of exotic species. No, the type of hunter that Rook needs and desires is a person who would challenge him and play with him a little.

The rule of the game is simple; find others' weaknesses first.

It isn't a friendly competition but isn't the enemy one either. It's a competition between rivals who don't want the duel in the end.

The rook may be awfully good at this game, but you will be a better target. Uncatchable. You hope so.

...

"I'd like to stop our little game," a familiar voice greets you as you open the door to the corridor from your room. Making way for you, he takes a step back with the grace of a dancer rather than a student or hunter.

You look at him in surprise. It takes you a moment to process his words and come up with an answer. "Huh. Are you changing your... 'target'?"

You can't hide the disappointment in your voice, and it echoes so loudly that you surprise yourself. The unexpected mix of feelings on your face makes Rook chuckle elegantly.

"Oh, no, no! After making a reconnaissance among most of your community circles, would you like to know what I found? Saying it works rather against me, but apart from a few unfair opinions, I found only your qualities..." He sigs with resignation he did not feel. A smile is painted on his lips, sincere though not wide enough to show his teeth. "I find it difficult to keep up this game when I can examine you personally."

"Uh?"

Rook grasps your hand. More than gentlemanly culture would allow, he takes your arm and pulls you away into a side corridor. "Would you like to go on a walk? I'd love to talk to the person I've been hearing from a lot lately." Another smile. What is with these smiles? Neither seems identical to the previous ones, just like snowflakes are never the same. Each one makes your chest burst with different emotions. "Not that I regret it."

5. Be, but be yourself.

You really don't want Rook Hunt in your room. There are so many things you hope you have already thrown away, but knowing your rotten luck, Rook Hunt will find something that will you have forgotten. You'll probably end up embarrassing yourself when trying to explain anything.

After all, your room is the place that almost defines you. Once you knew you will be staying in your dorm for a while, you started buying the decorations, placing most of them after only second thought and two more items in your shopping cart.

Now you realise how many items you bought impulsively.

"Please, don't," your muffled voice behind the closed door makes Rook smile. You glance around the room trying to find some reasoning. But will you be convincing? That's another thing. "My room is a mess."

"No need to worry, I already know how organized you are," he says smoothly, leaning on the door's handle and making you use more strength to keep the door closed. "Perhaps you are hiding something?"

"From you? Never!"

"Fufu~ Well, I believe that. I already checked your room—" these words make you hold your breath and crack the door open a bit, just to see how amusement glints in his eyes, "—and I don't believe you could create any big mess in just three hours."

"Never know," you glare at him, before examining the locks on your door. "I may surpass your expectations someday."

"You already do," he corrects you.

You can't hold back the sigh.

6. Spend some time together.

Can you and Rook call yourselves friends? "Yes," he would answer if someone asked him. And you, though you didn't think about it any longer, would nod in the reply given the amount of time you two had spent together.

Even if your rivalry is now gone—the idea of spending time with each other to discover each other has faded after only a few months of knowing each other. Rook probably still remembers the rules, the date and time of the game were re-write, but he also seemed to enjoy the change.

Now he has no qualms about dropping into your room at midnight to show you some nocturnal insect that you were talking about during the break.

Eventually, a certain, constantly developing routine had formed between you;

In the morning you are greeted by a new flower on your desk. You put it in a vase, your other hand flicking through an encyclopaedia of plants. You bought it when some student from the alchemy circle made you realise that this could be the language of flowers. He was not wrong.

You have at least one class a day together, you eat meals together incredibly often—never in the cafeteria. Always at the Botanical Garden or on an outdoor bench, you enjoy eating from the outdoor cafeteria.

Somehow, Rook can sense when you're in trouble. Mostly with some classes or tests. He's always eager to help, and more often than not will tell you the whole topic in an accessible way and add his own opinion or juicy facts off-topic.

"Good night," was never said 'just by'. Rook has made sure of that. He forces you to look him straight in the eyes, where tiny stars shine. "I'll see you tomorrow."

7. Have insecurity.

If you thought you could never surprise Rook Hunt, you were wrong.

He is shocked. And you aren't really sure why.

"That's unbelievable!"

You can't find a trace of dishonesty or sarcasm on his face when he starts asking questions. His brows furrow from worry and he isn't going to keep quiet about anything that just crossed his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but when he notices how you evade his gaze, he holds his breath, before bringing your hand to his lips.

Your heart flutters when he plants a kiss on the back of your hand. The place he kissed you is already burning with pleasant warmth—an invisible stamp of his lips that leave you with a vivid memorial of his touch.

Knowing he has your attention, he smiles lightheartedly. "If you could only see yourself just as I see you..."

8. Daydream.

The pages of your notebook that is supposed to be full of notes, is blank. You stare at the wall vapidly, while your mind is focused on anything but a lecture.

The chime of ring ending a class isn't enough to drive through thought haze.

"What are you thinking about, hm~?" Rook spoke up. There was amusement in his voice and his eyes brightened, though his hitherto hidden presence would have startled most other people. Not you, after so many situations where Rook had perpetuated your belief that he was some incredibly handsome type of phantom that could appear anywhere.

Living in fear that Rook Hunt would scare you while you were pouring hot tea into your mug and lead to tragedy, has strengthened your psyche.

This time he is on a thick branch of a tree growing close to the school building. You aren't sure if he had climbed it on the trunk itself or if he had jumped down from the window of one classroom to get there.

You turn your head up to look at him. Or rather, at his darkened silhouette, as the autumn sun, which pierces through the branches and tinted the leaves with warm colours, illuminates him from behind. "Would you like to try and guess?"

A sincere smile appears on Rook's face.

"Oh, so we are playing that way?" He runs his hand over feathers attached to his hat, not taking his eyes off you. "Fufu, what kind of secrets may conceal such a lovely heart of yours?"

9. Have that cliché romance in your head.

Tap... tap, tap...

Rain is gently falling down on the window glass.

You can't believe that it started now when you were spending your break outside, ten minutes of walk to the campus. Twenty, whenever you'd like to walk while using your bag to cover your head (you knew that it would not prevent you from getting all wet, and probably some of your books might get destroyed) or you could run for your life, trip on the now slippery path and come to your dorm being anything but fine or clean.

"And here was I wondering where my favourite was," you don't need to look up to know whose hand is placed on your shoulder. You haven't realised how your body got colder by the evening breeze until the warmth of his touch comforted you.

When your eyes finally lay on him, you notice how his hair ends are wet, uniform saturated, shoes and a hat—rain-soaked. He tightly holds an umbrella that is still not extended, even if the rain started a while ago.

"Did you run here...?" You ask, now quite concerned he might get sick. Emphasis on might, because you still don't know if his immune system isn't actually immortal, based on how he gets out of most of the collage-dangerous situations unscathed. But still concerned.

"Thought perhaps you could use some helping hand," he says with noticeable softness in his voice; it makes your heart melt, even when it's that cold, windy evening. "Or an umbrella."

"...Thank you."

He doesn't hand you an umbrella; he opens it, makes you hold his arm, as he covers you two from the rain with an umbrella.

The air is brisk, and it's getting pretty dark. Rook navigates you through the school grounds paths and warns you about every obstacle. You may not recognize each way when there's only a little light, but you're sure this way certainly doesn't lead to school.

"I am taking the longer route," he says, when you ask him. "A walk in the rain...! How romantic! I've been waiting so long for this moment."

"Really?"

"Of course!" Rook smiles at you. "I even stole all your umbrellas to make this moment happen."

10. You can't run away. Not anymore.

He is everything.

How did Rook manage to be everything you could ever want and need? How could he got to your heart, not break it and keep it as his treasure?

("Oh, did you see that? That was my Trickster! They are full of surprises, aren't they?")

He is always there to help you,

("Calm down, calm down, I am here... I will treat that wound right away, so don't move around much, mon chéri.")

fight for you,

("Don't worry. I will just check how guys that hit you are doing," you still remember the cold smile on Rook's lips when he was reassuring you.)

appreciate you,

("My, what a great day! To see such a beautiful individual right in the morning? Such a blessing it is!")

care for you,

("What am I doing at midnight at your window, you ask? Fufu, I might tell you if you're so interested! I wanted to see how the most interesting person in our college is doing because you smiled three times less than yesterday. So? Who shattered your heart today, mon chéri?")

and love you unconditionally.

"I love you," he says as each part of his body screams it. His eyes are filled with hope, sunshine and moonlight, arms move unconsciously your way as if he wanted to reach for your warmth. "And since you know that..." He moves his hands back and places the right one on his chest. "This is the heart I offer you. Will you take care of it for me, mon chéri?"

[catch-the-wind]

when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2

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Feels Like Home 3: Warmth

MC's POV:

"Finally". He sighs as the door shuts behind us. He rushes across the room and pulls a blanket off of the couch, wrapping it around me from behind. He rubs my arms with his hands and then engulfs me in his toned arms.

The room is warm and inviting, nothing like I would expect from my hacker. A fire is roaring in the fireplace. Opposite sits a well-loved couch, the kind that draws you in. The table in front holds a laptop mixed with dog-eared books and sketch pads, a DIY book that explains the repair of faulty faucets, and some legal forms. The glow from the fire allows light and shadow to dance on the walls. Music plays softly in the background. It is a woman singing of love found and lost and found again. It is romantic and intoxicating. I wonder if it is the room or the man I am with or both that makes me feel so alive, every sense is aware of what is going on. Standing in his arms I feel... cherished. Something that has never been important to someone like me. I love my independence and my ability to take care of myself, but with him, I don't feel the need to fight. I can let him hold me and love me and that is enough.

There is a kitchen behind, and the smell of coffee wafts through the cabin. One room, no, two, lies behind the kitchen on opposite sides. The walls are covered in warm tones and I feel immediately calm and cared for by this place somehow. There is a feeling, and aura, of genuine love, emanating from its very walls.

His arms are still wrapped around my body, I can feel his breath on my ear and I shiver. He backs off, moving his hands to my waist thinking the shiver is because of the cold and not because he is so close and that I am in his arms.

"Finally?" I ask as I turn around and intertwine our fingers, refusing to let him go. I hope he meant that we are finally free to love each other, to have a home and a future. Hoping that he is just finally ready to be with each other for all of the moments big and little.

He takes my hand and pulls me gently to the couch, sitting me down beside him. He grabs my other hand as he does. "Finally," he speaks soft and low, matching the soft tapping of the rain. "I am with you, here, free, able to fully love and be loved. Finally, where I belong and can allow myself to belong." His eyes lock onto mine. I don't know what to say. I feel the same like my life has led to this moment, in this space, with this amazing man and the most beautiful eyes I have ever known. Eyes that are gazing into mine, full of love. I hope he can see the love in my own eyes, and feel the truth of what we are meant to be. We stay like this for a few minutes. It seems like minutes, but it also seems like hours, and it seems not long enough somehow. Time isn't important when I am in his arms. Too many thoughts are rolling around in my brain, none of them forming into words. I am not holding back, just enjoying the warmth of the fire, the warmth of him, the warmth of my heart.

He, too quickly, in my opinion, breaks the spell and stands up, leaving me on the couch. "I must admit," he says over his shoulder as he walks into the kitchen, "I am quite distracted by you and am neglecting my responsibilities in your regard. I am supposed to be warming you up." He smirks.

I feel the loss of him by my side. "I thought that you were warming me up," I say as I pat the couch next to me. "There are lots of ways to complete your task." I raise my eyebrows in mock flirtation. So what if I really do want him to come back and sit by me.

"We have plenty of time for that, don't worry. I've waited far too long for you to be here, too long for me to be with you. My whole life, it seems. I won't be away from you for long, but I refuse to let you get sick." His smile is so tender, he lowers his gaze, a blush on his cheeks. "...and, I want to get you the coffee I promised and some warm clothes." He looks up at me and smiles. I melt. He pours in a smooth and steady motion, filling my cup. I take him in. He is graceful and smooth in a way that I never expected. He is exact and careful, but confident. Adding a little milk and some honey, he makes my coffee just like I love it without having to ask. There is something so appealing about that as if he has complete knowledge of me.

I know it's just coffee and something so simple, but love, in all of its complexities, is a series of simple moments compiled into a grand idea. A thing made up of a thousand little instants that turn into a truth, bigger than words can describe. A place where the soul resides, a place where one can rest. Sure, there are grand gestures, and they are important, but the small ones, the simple things are what let you know that you belong together and to each other. All of the romantic adventures or expensive holidays don't add up to one perfect cup of coffee and a song shared between two lovers. These small moments, simple coincidences, when added together, create a universe that excludes anything other than two beings united by the laughter of a shared history.

I'm still sitting in awe of him, of this moment, lost in thought when he hands me my cup. "How did you know how I like my coffee?" I partially expected him to say he looked at my coffee orders online or had hacked something to find out what I liked, but I should have known better. "I guessed. Was I right?" He asks as he tilts his head sideways with hope in his eyes. A smile creeps up the side of my face. "It is perfect, This moment is perfect, you are..."

"Far from perfect." He interrupts, sitting down close to me on the couch again. He wraps one arm around me and I lean into his shoulder, "...and this moment is also far from perfect, but only because you are still covered in wet clothes and have to be freezing, despite the fire. I can't relax until you are taken care of. Drink some coffee and then go take a warm shower. I put some clothes on the bed for you. The clothes are nothing fancy and they will be a little big, but they are dry. Later, we can sit by the fire and talk for as long as you would like. We do have a lot to discuss and I am too selfish to be away from you for long. I'm hoping you will stay for a while."

His arm falls to my waist as I shift to lean in closer to him. We don't talk a lot at this moment, we are enjoying the closeness of each other. I feel a kiss on the top of my head. "Baby," he whispers in that low rumbling voice, barely audible, "Your cup is empty. Go take a shower. I will be here when you come back." He takes my cup with one hand and pulls me up with the other. He doesn't let go. Our faces are mere inches apart. Time stands still. He looks down at my mouth and then down at my hand squeezing it and then releasing it. Nodding his head toward the rooms, he says, "It's the door on the left."

Inside the room, I see that he has laid out a t-shirt and some sweats. They will definitely work, though I am not sure how well. The room is dimly lit, filled with an enormous bed, another fireplace, and not much else. A down comforter and blankets are thrown haphazardly on the bed showing me that this is more than just a hideout. It is a home. Jake is placing roots here. I can't be more thrilled.

A hot shower is just what I needed. I do my best thinking In the shower. My mind is racing. He called me baby, do I like that? Normally, I would be opposed to such a demeaning term, but from him, in his deep throaty voice, I don't mind. He can call me whatever he wants as long as he says it that way. What does he think about us? I know we are great together online but what if it is different in the real world? Do I meet his expectations? Why am I being so insecure? What are his plans for the next year, next month, next week, for tomorrow? Do they include me? I hope so. How long had he been living in this house? Has he been staying here? So close to me? Do I need to pack my things and move with him? He isn't going anywhere without me. It isn't a question. If he leaves town again, I am going too. How did he get free? How free was he? What was the future of us? Will he kiss me? Will I be able to survive a kiss from him? What if I forget to breathe and pass out? That can happen to me. I have terrible luck. I step out of the shower and quickly braid my hair, throwing on the clothes that he has left out for me. The shirt is certainly big enough to cover me. It hangs to the middle of my thighs, so I forget the sweats and return to Jake. I have a bunch of questions for him. Truthfully, however, I simply can't wait to be near him.

Entering the main room, my eyes fall upon a table, candlelit, set with plates, utensils, and a bottle of wine. He smiles when he looks at me. A soft smile, his eyes have darkened, I don't know what that means. His expression is one that I also can't quite read. "I thought you might be hungry. I hope you like eggs."

He is the most considerate and kind man. "We have not discussed any food other than Chinese. I will add it to a list of discussion topics for later." He pauses and thoughtfully asks, "Do you like eggs? I'm pretty good at making omelets. It is one of the meals my best friend, Betty, taught me. She said I needed to know a few good meals to please my woman. Then she punched me in the arm and followed it up with a "good luck finding someone willing to date you." He says animated in a high voice. I hear the laugh in the back of his throat. She is like a sister to me. Now that I can move about freely, I look forward to seeing her again. She will be very impressed that I found someone as amazing as you to eat eggs with me." I giggle. I never imagined he would be so lighthearted and be free enough to share a story of his past with me. I love watching him dream about seeing old friends and all of the things he now has the freedom to do.

"Thank you. I'm starving. Yes, I like eggs. Just don't give me bell peppers and we are safe." He pulls out the chair for me and we sit across from each other. I offer a suggestion, "Next time, I will cook something for you." "Next time," he winks, "Next time, I owe you Chinese. At a restaurant. Preferably in a back booth. With dim lighting." It was my turn to blush. "Well, I do love Chinese food and I don't like to eat alone, so... I might as well." A wicked smile crosses his lips. I am glad that he catches the sarcasm. As soon as he sits, he reaches across the table and opens his hand toward mine. I take his in mine and we stay that way, forgetting whose hand is whose, eating and talking about meaningless things like favorite songs, why cheese is delicious, and what would happen if cats could talk. I am delighted to know that contact is as important to him as it is to me. We are beginning to relax, laughing and sharing sweet glances. It is easy and calming and just right. He is charming and funny and light. Nothing that I expected, everything I wanted.

We clear the table, wash the dishes, and put them away. There is great joy in doing the normal things that normal people do. I realize that Jake hasn't looked at a computer, hasn't checked a phone, and hasn't worried about firewalls or being hacked. It hits me all of the sudden. I remember that I have so many questions. The more I am around this man, the more I know I want to continue to be around him in a forever kind of way. Is it possible? Can we do it? Do we get to be together, like living our days together, having shared dreams, and supporting each other goals?

"Do we really get to be like this?" I blurt out almost in a panic, starting a serious topic. "How free are you exactly? Can we have a normal life? Can we be together and proud of each other and hold hands and do all of the things that other people do? Are we free to walk in the sunshine, go on vacations, and plan for the future? Can you meet my family, and hang out with friends?" I ask in a rush, all of my thoughts flying out of my mouth. I hope and pray that his freedom is real. I pray he will be able to live this life. He deserves this simple, easy, peaceful life. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I think about him having to run again, as I think about how this beautiful man, that always protects me, throws himself in the path of danger for me, and cooks for me would suffer having to go back to a world of loneliness and isolation. He deserves so much more. He deserves to feel loved. He deserves all the kindness the universe has to offer.

I also think of my life without him. I think of how dull my life would be without him. We only met, but my heart hasn't stopped blooming. I have friends, good ones, great ones, some in Duskwood and some outside. But the greatest friend I have, the person who knows my heart the best, the person who filled my world with joy with just a text is right here in this room. I will never be the same without him. I can't go back to life before Jake. I hope I never have to try.

He wraps his arms around me pulling me in close. Cupping my face in his hands, he wipes my tears away. " Don't worry, my love, we don't have to be sad anymore. We don't have to be alone or afraid. I have answers to your questions. But know that I am not going anywhere. I don't want to and I won't do it. My intention is to never leave your side or your heart, but I am at your mercy, that is your choice to make. It always has been. I am yours for as long as you want me to be." He bends down to look into my eyes. " Shall we sit by the fire? I hope we can talk a bit. I have so much to say, though I don't t know if I am making my point very clearly. You asked a lot of questions and I don't know if I remember them all." He smiles. "But I will answer whatever you ask...you may just have to slow down a bit so I can get to them." He smiles again quickly and winks at me. I know he is teasing. "To you, and only you, I am an open book. You are still the only one I trust with my heart. "

He sits on the couch first and leans to the side, pulling me into his lap with his arms falling naturally around my waist. He sighs, his breath tickling my ear and he places a couple of soft pecks on my cheek. His lips are soft and warm. I feel tingles up my spine.

"Where should we begin?" He asks.

I have questions. I need answers. But sitting this close, feeling this happy, for the life of me I can't remember what we were talking about.

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Passing Notes 【Souichi x Reader Fluff】

Summary: You and Souichi had never really spoken before. But after getting new seats, you two start to exchange notes with one another.

It all started when the new semester started and everyone was assigned new seats.

The class had been proceeding the same as always when suddenly a folded-up piece of paper landed on Souichi’s desk.

Opening it up he saw the words,

Y/N: Sorry, but what page are we on?

Turning to the side where the paper came from, he saw you. You had turned towards him, but weren't looking directly at him.

You and Souichi had never really spoken to one another before. Thinking about it now, Souichi had never seen you talk to anyone before. The only time you spoke was when the teacher called on you to answer a problem. Other than that you were silent, always hiding in your own shadow as you tried to avoid interacting with people.

Writing the page number under your words, he slid the paper back onto your desk. Giving him a small bow as a thank you, you quickly turned to the assigned page.

From that day on, you would pass notes to Souichi whenever the teacher wasn't looking.

Although most of the notes you passed him were brief and casual, today you started off by asking him a heavy question.

Y/N: What do boys like?

Souichi squinted in confusion as he looked down at the note. What kind of question was that?

Turning his head to the side, he looked at you. You were looking down at the worksheet on your desk, trying your best to focus on the problems written on it.

Souichi sighed deeply as he looked back at the note. He noisily moved the nails around in his mouth as he thought to himself.

Are you trying to figure out a way to approach a guy? How is he supposed to answer that? The question is way too broad.

Scribbling on the back of the paper, he poked your elbow and handed it back to you.

S: Everyone is different. If it’s a guy you like, you should just ask him yourself.

Ripping another piece of paper from your journal, you wrote back.

Y/N: But I’ve never actually talked to him before… S: Love at first sight type of thing?

Suddenly, you shoved the paper into your bag and turned away from Souichi. The conversation between the two of you ended there.

Souichi couldn’t help but wonder that night why you thought it would be a good idea to ask him such a thing. Although he didn’t have social anxiety like you, he certainly wasn’t popular or qualified enough to answer such questions. But still, he felt proud that you thought so highly of him.

When the next day came, you immediately started to pass Souichi notes.

Y/N: Do you like cookie straws? S: I’ve never had one before. Y/N: I have some. Is strawberry okay? S: Yeah! I love strawberry!

When lunch came, you reached into your bag and pulled out a small pink package.

Scribbling onto a piece of paper, you handed both to the pale boy.

Y/N: These are from my home country. They’re my favorite. I hope you like them too…

Just as Souichi was about to verbally thank you, you got up from your seat and walked out of the classroom.

He'll just have to thank you later.

After finishing his own bento, Souichi opened the package. He was surprised when the delicious smell of strawberry filled the air around him.

“Woah. These are really good!” Souichi said to himself as he ate the sweet snack in big bites.

Before he knew it, he had eaten all 10 cookie straws in one go.

When lunch finally came to an end, you walked back into the classroom.

Sliding a piece of paper onto your desk, Souichi gave you a smile.

S: Thanks for the cookies. They were super good.

You gave Souichi a small bow and placed the note into your bag.

As the class went on, you didn’t make any attempts to pass him any more notes. Souichi rested his head in his hand as he looked at you. His eyes looked you up and down as you continued to write in your notebook.

Now that he got a good look at you, you were actually kind of cute. Because you were a foreigner, you stood out like a sore thumb, but not necessarily in a bad way. Maybe that’s why you felt anxious about hanging out with people so much?

Souichi tensed up a bit as you suddenly turned and look at him.

Pulling your notebook up, you showed him what you had been doing.

Souichi quickly put his hand up to his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter as he looked upon a drawing you had done. It was the homeroom teacher hanging from the ceiling as he continued to ‘teach’ the class. Even though it was just a sketch, the detail was amazing.

Ripping out a piece of paper from his own notebook, he passed you a note.

S: You’re really good at drawing. What else can you draw?

He could see a small blush appear on your cheeks as you read his note.

Taking out a new piece of paper, you moved your textbook in a way that hindered Souichi from seeing what you were doing.

When you finished, you folded the paper half and passed it to him.

Souichi’s eyes widened in surprise as he opened it up to see a picture of him. You had drawn him in his current uniform, but with a long vampire cape. The nails in his mouth had been replaced real vampire fangs, making him look like the vampire he always wanted to be.

Souichi couldn’t help but stare at the drawing. It was the most amazing thing he had ever received.

He didn’t exactly know how to thank you, but he needed to give you something in return.

As the class was coming to an end, Souichi handed you one last note.

S: If you want to talk with the guy you like, why not try greeting him in the morning?

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It would help you break the ice with the guy you liked and even help cure your social anxiety too.

You looked down at the note with emotionless eyes. When the final bell rang, you shoved it into your bag and quickly made your way out of the class.

As the next day came, Souichi noticed that you had arrived before him today.

He gave you a small bow as he sat down in his seat next to you. However, you didn’t bow back. Instead, you turned towards him and rubbed your wrist with your hand. Your mouth moved in small motions, but no words came out. Not that he could hear at least.

Not able to understand what you had just said, Souichi tiled his head to the side in confusion. He was expecting you to try to speak again, but you just turned to the other side and, taking out a random textbook from your desk, pretended to read from it.

The entire time the class went on, you hadn’t tried to pass him any more notes again.

Had something happened between you and the guy you liked? Maybe you finally talked to him?

Souichi suddenly started to feel irritated as he thought about how you might be trying to throw him away now that your social anxiety was slowly being cured.

When cleaning duty came, you and Souichi had been assigned to eraser cleaning duty.

You had kept your distance from Souichi most of the time, but as people started to slowly leave the classroom, you walked up to him.

Bringing a piece of white chalk up to the blackboard, you wrote in tiny letters.

Y/N: Can I call you by your first name?

You placed the chalk down and stared at the words, waiting for the raven-haired boy to respond.

Taking the chalk into his own hands, Souichi wrote back.

S: Sure

Wrapping your hand around your wrist, you started to nervously rub it again. You tried to look up at the boy, but your eyes quickly looked in a different direction when his eyes met yours.

“……Souichi…”

Souichi’s face suddenly felt warm as you whispered his name.

Taking the chalk back into your hand again, you quickly wrote.

Y/N: You can call me by my first name. It’s Y/N.

He already knew your first name. There was no need to remind him.

“Y/N.”

You jolted at the sound of your name coming from the tall boy beside you.

Quickly grabbing an eraser, you erased the writing and ran to the open window. Souichi laughed as a huge cloud of chalk dust surrounded you, causing you to go into a small coughing fit.

He was happy that you actually tried to talk to him. Even if it was just you saying his name and running away in embarrassment.

When the day finally came to an end, Souichi noticed that you hadn’t gotten out of your seat yet. You stayed as still as possible until you two were the only ones left in the classroom.

He was going to write you a note to ask what was wrong, but he stopped when you turned towards him.

You brought your hands up to your desk and pushed your body up, almost as if you were about to leave. But then you suddenly sat back down again.

You had also wrapped your hand around your wrist for a second, however, you quickly pulled it away when you looked at the boy sitting next to you.

You looked extremely nervous.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke in a calm but slightly loud voice.

“Good morning!”

Souichi’s eyes widened in surprise as his cheeks burned red. He finally understood everything that had been going on with you.

Unsure how to respond, he just continued to look at your ever-worsening anxious expression.

Suddenly you pushed yourself off your seat and grabbed your bag. Souichi moved from his own seat as you walked to the door of the classroom.

Rushing towards you, he put his hand out and grabbed the strap of your bag, stopping you from going any further.

His heart raced as he looked into your eyes and responded.

“…Good morning.”

[moonchildstyles]

omg can u do a blurb of aster harry giving y/n a tattoo? like a little flower that was mentioned in poppy🥺 and she’d be so nervous but he’d be so sweet w her and it’d be in a place only he could see

@wantmoreberries: could we get an aster blurb of h giving yn her first tattoo

aster blurb where harry actually gives her a poppy flower tattoo please! 

Please can we see an aster blurb of Harry giving yn a tattoo 🥺 also getting frisky in his tattoo chair is a MOOD 👀💗

Hey! Could you please write a blurb about aster harry giving y/n her first tattoo pleeeeaaassseeee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

aster y/n getting her first tattoo and being really scared (but she definitely wants it obvs) and harry just completely babying her and reassuring and looking after it properly and everything and after it’s done all she wants is cuddles with harry... this has been on my mind since I first read aster when you posted it and I just think it would be a really sweet moment for them 🥰💕

Can you write an aster extra/blurb where (y/n) asks harry to tattoo for the first time and the tattoo she wants matches his butterfly or another one of his tattoos?

this has been super requested for a really long time and I just now finally did it and I really really really hope u all like it and it was worth the wait !!!! 

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"What are you drawing?"

(Y/N) draped herself over Harry's shoulders, her arms falling over his front as he sat before her vanity with his sketchpad out. Her hair was still damp as she'd just come from her shower, skin softened from the cream scented lotion she favored. She looked over his shoulder at the florets he was sketching out, his curls tied into a quick bun on the top of his head with tendrils falling to the nape of his neck and framing his face. With her chin tucked into the crook of his shoulder, she could feel the smile that sprouted on his lips. Harry paused his sketching and brought his free hand up and gently took hold of her forearm that was now situated across the width of his shoulders.

"Jus' some flowers," he mumbled, shifting his hold on her to lace his fingers between hers. He brought the back of her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the expanse.

"For your books?" Her eyes traced along a sketching of a lavender sprig, the flowers along the stem blooming. She liked that one; she could see it colored in pink despite the purpled hue of the mother plant, a sage green lining the stem.

"For you, actually."

Harry spoke so simply as if she was supposed to have known all along. He absently released his hold on her hand, picking up his pencil and continued his sketching despite the flutter of shock filtering through (Y/N). He'd mentioned it here and there that he was drafting up ideas with her in mind, things he thought would be beautiful set against her skin, but he'd never actively shown her any or so openly broadcast the fact.

She gazed at the sketching under a new lens, the blooming lavender sprig altering under a rose tinted view. "Oh," she breathed.

He moved on to another idea, sweeping his hand across the page before beginning a depiction of crawling ivy leaves. The vines were tamed to a single string, dotted with the smallest of blossoms. Each design was simple, and he was right—each one she liked, and, now with the knowledge they were crafted with her in mind, she could see each of them adorning her body in discreet spots.

"What d'you think?" his voice was nonchalant as he pulled back from the page, allowing her full range across the paper.

"They're really pretty, H," she said, voice quiet between them, "You're so talented."

"Y'tell me that every time," he laughed.

He reminded her of herself when Harry would be a bit shy to compliments about his work. He knew he was good at what he did, but he'd told (Y/N) before that it just felt different when she said it; it felt more genuine to him.

"Because it's true."

(Y/N) turned her head to place a kiss on the full of Harry's smiling cheek, lips warming from the heat of his pinkened skin.

Harry allowed her to watch, silence sitting between them as her gaze followed his hand over the page. She scanned over the delicate florals strewn over the paper, some more simple than others but they were all enchanting. Each one was composed of simple lines, little shading added to the pieces, keeping it to an overtly simple and delicate style (Y/N) loved. The string of ivy directed her towards a small cluster of blooming hydrangeas. The biggest of the designs was still a somewhat small string of orchids, curling up to the lavender-esque flower that caught her eye the first time.

"Which one's your favorite?" he questioned absently, erasing stray marks around a small rosebud he'd sketched out.

"I like that one, the flower in the corner" she peeped, pointing it out with her finger hovering over the page.

"'S pretty, huh? Thought y'might like how simple it was," he mused, reaching to pull his sketchbook closer.

(Y/N) pictured the drawing all colored in, the petals a softened pink and the stems carrying an equally pasteled green color. "Really pretty," she continued, tracing each blossom along the elongated stem with her eyes.

"C'mere," Harry said after a beat, straightening his posture before tugging on (Y/N)'s arm settled across his chest.

He lent away from her vanity as (Y/N) moved along with him, standing up straight before shuffling to stop in front of him. He smiled up at her, gaze bare from his usual eyeliner as he was dressed for bed in a comfortable pair of sweats and a vintage t-shirt. He didn't say anything as he pat his thighs, his smile going crooked as he did so. (Y/N) shyly did as asked, sitting herself atop his lap with her back to his chest. She couldn't help but feel a heat in her cheeks at the position, this one being something Harry'd began to favor as of late, ever since Valentine's when he taught her how to properly take care of herself.

Harry hooked an arm around her middle, his tattooed forearm lying against her tummy as he pulled her close. He rested his chin on her shoulder much like she had before, pulling his sketchbook closer for her to look at with the same view as him. He allowed her to take the book into her own hands, the same one she had gifted him for Valentine's that was now almost hallway full already. With his hands now free, Harry settled the warmth of his palms against the full of her thighs. The soft sleep shorts she wore ended just below the curve of her bottom, giving Harry free reign over the steam-softened skin of her legs.

Harry stretched his free arm around (Y/N)'s form on his lap, reaching for his sketching pencil he had abandoned in his effort to put her in his lap. (Y/N) watched on as he moved the pencil around the blossom, experimentally sketching out another sprig tied to the other. "Could even add another, make a little bunch," he suggested as the bones of the second flower were put in place beside the original, "Or do y'like it the other way better?"

She watched his hand move, creating another version of the flower branching right off the main sprig. The second was much smaller, boasting a short collection of flowers before the stem rejoined the main piece. The entire piece was barely longer than an inch, the lining kept intricately delicate as was Harry's trademark.

"I like the two together," she decided, picturing the small second one in a slightly brighter shade of pink compared to the pastel tone of the main sprig.

They sat in silence for a moment, Harry continuing to flesh out the idea while (Y/N) watched each glide of his hands against the page. She tried to picture herself with the minuscule tattoo, where she would feel comfortable with the art resting for the rest of her life. Despite the fact she didn't plan on seeing her parents anytime soon, she couldn't help but shy away from the more visible spaces on her body—arms being out of the picture in case she ever had to face them again. But, she still wanted to be able to see it if she did decide to go through with it, to admire the small act of rebellion and the beauty of Harry's work—her back and other invisible spots out of her options. She whittled down her options, wanting somewhere she could easily cover it up, but still be able to look upon it proudly—if she ever got it anyway.

She boiled down her options to somewhere that felt a bit scandalous, but made the most sense to her. The curve of the sprig allowed her to picture it on a more rounded part of her body, accentuating the arch in a delicate way: on the very side of her ribs, along the curve of her breast that would be easily hidden by her bra or swimsuit but still somewhere that felt special and pretty to her. She felt happy with the vision she had conjured up, contentedly smiling to herself as Harry added a couple more leaves to the drawing as he finished.

"Have y'thought about it at all?" Harry spoke, detailing the small of the flowers. His arm around her middle occasionally tightened, his fingers flexing around the soft of her side in reassuring squeezes.

"Hm?" she hummed, unsure of what he was talking about. Hopefully he hadn't been talking to her while she wasn't paying attention.

"Getting a tattoo."

Since Halloween, it had been on (Y/N)'s mind a lot more than usual after finding out Harry had been drafting up ideas in secret for her. She liked the idea, picturing small things she saw on Instagram or Pinterest on her own body, even some that Harry had designed for other clients, but she hadn't had that urge she thought she should have before committing to a piece.

"A little, yeah," she offered, eyes still drawn to the flower in the corner of the page. Maybe it was the fact he had drawn it exclusively for her, but she kind of fell in love with the idea of the floral being etched on her skin.

Something beautiful made for her by the most special person in her life.

Harry hummed in response, still mainly focused on the finishing touches for the sketch as he pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s hair.

"You know," Harry mumbled, clearing his throat, "It doesn't have to be from me—the tattoo I mean. If y'find something y'like from someone else, I won't be offended if y'wanted to see them instead. I jus' want you to be happy if y'ever decided to get a tattoo."

(Y/N) almost felt offended for him—offended over the fact he could ever think she would want anyone else to give her something so permanent and that she considered special. And, hadn't she told him enough? Hadn't she told him over and over that she loved his art style and every bit of his talent was a gift to whomever was lucky enough to be tattooed by him?

She craned her neck to get a look of Harry peeking over her shoulder, a pouting furrow doing its part to pinch her brows together. "Don't say that," she insisted, "I wouldn't want anybody but you to do it."

"Darling, 'm only saying—"

"But you don't have to," she pressed, shuffling on his lap to sit sideways to get a better look at him with Harry's arm around her tummy keeping her stable atop his thighs, "I want it done by you and only you."

A slow smile bloomed across his features, his hand on her side flexing around the soft curve. He did his best to settle her against his chest again, cuddling her close before he dipped his head down. His eyes fell closed with the lashes touching at the height of his cheekbones as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You're too cute, love, m'little cheerleader," he mumbled as he pulled away, voice low to create a sense of privacy in the already empty room, "Thank you."

She was still slightly unhappy over the idea of him trying to downplay how much she admired his work, but satisfied enough with his answer. Craning her neck, she caught his lips in a small kiss—an innocent, but indulgent press of their lips before drawing back. She found Harry slowly blinking his eyes open, a small dreamy smile on his lips. He looked to her with a somewhat hooded gaze, giving her something akin to sleepy bedroom eyes.

"What?" he asked after a moment, maneuvering her on his lap to get a better view of her face.

Her eyes dropped to the tattoos adorning his neck before the ink disappeared into the loose neckline of his shirt, finding hidden heart shapes in the coiling, rose adorned vines. She brought her hand up to touch at the smallest rose bud inked on his skin, Harry's skin warm under her touch with his pulse racing only inches away. "Nothing," she said, looking up at him through her lashes, "I just love you."

A breathy laugh was exhaled through his nose at her words, his own hand reaching up to grab at the one tracing his tattoos. He brought the palm to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the skin before shifting it to lay against his cheek with his own hand on top. "I love you too, angel."

Harry tugged her in for one more kiss, one that (Y/N) found it hard to pull back from. And she wouldn't have if she didn't know Harry was already much too tired to entertain the rippling thoughts disrupting her heartbeat.

(Y/N) knew he'd been tired after his day at work from the minute stories he shared about the day and the fact he had suggested they just stay at her's that night. He typically preferred to bring her back to his where there was more space and privacy, but when he was too exhausted to make the rounds of picking her up and taking her back to his place, her small room and even smaller bed became his home for the night. She could feel his sleep seeping from his skin, coating their embrace in the comforting warmth he carried wherever he went. She'd opt for cuddling instead that night, any bit of intimacy she'd take.

"Sleepy?" she prompted when she pulled back, already standing from her spot on his lap. She quickly wrapped her hands up in his, fingers lacing together to showcase the chipping black polish on his nails.

Harry looked up to her with a sleep soaked gaze, pliantly moving along to her pull. "If y'are," he countered.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at his small show, always wanting to make sure she was taken care of before any focus was put on himself. She only nodded her head, allowing him to think the early bedtime was for her and not because of he exhaustion bagging his eyes. Harry cracked a small smile, lagging behind for a second to flip the cover of his sketchbook closed with the inspiring designs left inside.

Under her leading, they moved to her bed with (Y/N) climbing under sheets first. Harry flicked her lights off, leaving the lulling glow of her cloud-shaped fairylights bordering the room to dimly light the space. She watched on from under the cotton candy-like puffs of her creamy pink comforter as Harry tugged at the neckline of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the growing pile of his things. He was left in only his forest green sweats when he crawled onto her bed, her favorite lopsided smile of his curling his lips as he slipped under the duvet beside her.

(Y/N) couldn't help but selfishly love the sight of Harry among her things—seeing him and all of his deep colors and dark tattoos covering his skin surrounded by soft shades of pink and cream with complimentary florals and angelic accessories. She especially loved seeing bits and pieces of him littered around her room, from the sketchbook on her pure white vanity to the long, black jacket he hung on the hook on her closet door beside the angel wings she wore for Halloween. She hoped those details gave him the same sense of comfort they did for her.

Maybe, having a tattoo designed by his hand and etched onto her body would give the same kind of comfort. If she got one anyway.

The idea bloomed a warmth in her chest as Harry wrapped his arms around her from under the blanket. Since her bed was much smaller than his, they tended to snuggle closer than normal, practically on top of one another. (Y/N) definitely didn't mind, it only made it easier to hear the beating of his heart, a rhythm she found comforting.

As per the usual ritual, Harry pulled her atop him with his hands on her sides. He laid on he flat of his back with the intentions of moving (Y/N) to lie halfway on top of him with their legs tangled together and her cheek on his chest. It was similar to how they slept at Harry's house, but now (Y/N) wasn't afforded her own edge of the mattress to start the night out on and her own pillow should Harry have to shift her onto it in the night. In her bed, they were to share the same small space with (Y/N) gaining the privilege of listening to Harry's heartbeat as she drifted off and Harry got to keep her flush against him like he craved after long days, repeating soothing runs of his hands down her back and tender caresses of her hair as she drifted off.

"Want me to play your playlist or talk to you tonight?" Harry questioned, his voice rippling his chest under her cheek.

Usually, Harry either played her a soft playlist he had put together before bed, knowing she liked a bit of noise like that while she transitioned into her dreams. Or, he would talk to her. It was never about anything in particular, but she had told him on more than one occasion—both sober and with a couple glasses of sweet wine—that she loved the sound of his voice, found it the most soothing thing to sleep to when she had trouble drifting off. So he'd made it a part of their routine, either queueing up the set of songs she'd become fond of or he'd tell her stories from his day that would most likely shift into praises revolving around her.

"Talk, please. I missed you today." She melted into his chest, the pad of her finger absently tracing along the sketching of one of his many chest pieces.

She could hear his smile even in the small hum he gave at her words. Harry continued the pacifying rounds of his hand on her back as he left them in silence for a beat longer.

"I've thought a lot about giving you a tattoo, you know," Harry started, voice quiet between them, his timbre matching the beat of his heart. "Ever since y'told me that night when we talked about all m'tattoos, I keep thinking about what it'd be like to give y'one."

Before they'd even made love for the first time, they had cuddled (semi)naked one night she had spent the night at Harry's. She had asked him a list of questions about the ink adorning his body, ranging from what certain designs meant to him, to what the experience was like receiving them. (He'd even shared one incident when he'd had such a specific vision for a tattoo that he gave it to himself after hours). (Y/N) was fascinated at the idea; even the sillier stories Harry told that backed his tattoos captivated her attention. He had romanticized the idea of ink etched into skin for her, something that had been demonized while growing up.

She remembered because that had been the night she also began really contemplating the idea of getting a tattoo of her own.

"Really?" she pressed, voice coming in a sleepened slur against his chest.

"Mhm," Harry hummed, "Been driving the boys at the shop mad drawing up little flowers like the ones I showed you. But, I think they like it much better than the month I didn't stop bothering them about the best way to shade in pink angel wings. Liam started avoiding me when I kept asking if I could practice a set of those minimalist little sets on his ribs."

She could hear the fond smile in his voice despite the sleepened state of her brain, knowing he told the story to act as a silly anecdote, but (Y/N) couldn't help the way her heart hurt at the visions he was painting in her head. He'd spent months thinking of different things he felt were worthy of being inked onto her skin, even bothering his co-workers and friends to be some sort of guinea pig so he could have it down if or when she ever asked him for such a thing. It made her want to tell him how much she loved the lavender he drew her. Tell him to get up and take her to the shop and have it put on her skin then and there.

Instead, she sufficed by pressing a kiss to the bare skin of his chest, cuddling that much closer to his warmth. Harry smiled against the crown of her head, the arm around her middle tightening to reciprocate her adoring hold.

He went on for a while longer, recounting what seemed to be every single time he had been inspired to create something for her and what each design had come out to be. (Y/N) slowly fell sleepier and sleepier with each run of his voice in her ears though she tried to cling to consciousness to hear everything he wanted to share.

Her eyes were closed and her hand had fallen flat against his chest, the soothing twirl of her fingers against his tattoos having stopped as Harry's hand on her back trailed up to brush through her hair. His fingertips grazed the full of her cheek as he moved her hair from her face, his thumb tenderly tracing along the line of her jaw.

"It would be jus' y'and me, you know—if y'ever got a tattoo I mean," he mused, his words coming out in a stream of consciousness the more sure he was that she was almost asleep, "Jus' y'and me at the shop, could do it after we close. Wouldn't have to worry about anyone else or any of the boys. I'd take care of y'and make your tattoo just as pretty as you are."

She was floating in the cloudy space between dreams and reality as the picture flitted in her head. (Y/N) could see them in one of the small private rooms reserved for piercings or intimate tattoos, but instead it would be her laid on one of the chairs with Harry at her side. She was still stuck on the lavender sketch waiting in his book for her, the vision of them including Harry tracing it onto her skin with the tattoo gun. Maybe it wasn't if she would get a tattoo anymore, as opposed to when.

It would be just them. And he'd take care of her.

She didn't catch what Harry said after that. Her dreams that night consisted of pinkened lavender sprigs and tattooed hands keeping their promise of taking care of her.

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"Baby, what are y'doing here?"

(Y/N) smiled as she slipped into Harry's office. He was sat at his desk with a slew of paperwork covering the surface, hiding the sketchings he had been working on for a client of his tomorrow. He spun in his chair, looking to her with a relieved smile on his face though the expression was tangled with one of confusion. The dim lighting in the room left small shadows on his face, only having a couple of lamps on to keep him company as he filled out his paperwork.

She dropped her school bag onto the couch before moving to sit beside it on the cushion closest to his desk. "I got out of class early, and don't have to be at the library tonight so I thought I'd come see you."

Harry didn't waste a moment before he was up and out of his chair, pushing her bag out of the way before settling beside her on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tucking her against his side. A gentle kiss was pressed to the top of her head, his nose skimming the strands of hair as he exhaled.

"I missed you," he mumbled into the crown of her head. Harry melted against her, his free hand reaching for her own to hold in his.

"I missed you too, H," (Y/N) reciprocated, lacing her fingers between his, "How was your morning?" She casually ran her thumb along the curve between his index finger and thumb, right over his love me please? tattoo that'd become one of her favorites since he'd first told her he loved her all that time ago.

"Long," Harry answered simply, voice quiet between them. "We should've jus' stayed in bed this morning."

(Y/N) couldn't help but breathe a laugh at the conclusion he came to, recalling the way he had been the one to get her up and ready to go this morning when she had pleaded for an extra five minutes more. "That bad?"

Harry dropped his face to cuddle into the delicate skin of her neck, the cool of his lip ring tracing along the skin as he spoke. "Jus' wanted to be with you."

(Y/N) slipped her hand from his, reaching up to settle her palm against the side of his jaw. She pulled back from him, a complaining groan falling from his lips as he was forced to abandon the home he had made in her neck. Craning her neck, she faced Harry and the pouting set in his lips.

"Do you have any appointments the rest of the day?" Her thumb traced along the structure of his cheekbone as Harry leaned into her hand.

He shifted under her hand, turning his cheek to press his lips against the palm. He blinked his eyes open, looking to (Y/N) with the intensity of his eyeliner accented eyes. "No, jus' paperwork I have to finish," he grumbled. Though the stack on his desk seemed small, the fine print and amount of signatures and approvals needed were overwhelming.

"When you finish, we can go back to mine if you want?" she offered. Her apartment was closer anyway, and he seemed tired enough to not mind the size of her bed.

"Please," he sighed, his free hand reaching towards the curve of her waist. (Y/N) jumped when his fingers made contact with her side, the hem of her shirt having rode up and allowed the cool of his rings to brush against her skin. Harry smiled at the action, minutely adjusting his hand to settle over the bunched fabric of her pink top. "Will y'stay with me while I work, angel? So we can go home together?"

Did he even have to ask?

"Of course," she answered, taking the opportunity to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, "I have some homework to do anyway."

"Good. Don't want y'to be far from me right now." He gave her a few lingering kisses to her lips before drawing away. He reluctantly pulled his hands from her form, moving to go back to his desk where the license renewals and HR forms were stacking against him.

A relaxing silence fell over the room, (Y/N) pulling out her own work while the sound of shuffling papers came from Harry's spot. She saw from the corner of her eye, his sketchbook being pushed to the side, teetering off the corner of his desk closest to her.

Usually, when (Y/N) waited for Harry to finish up at the shop, whether he was tattooing or dealing with the business side of his dream, he'd pass off his sketchbook to her if she didn't have anything else to do. Ever since that first time in his office however long ago (a day (Y/N) remembers quite vividly what they had done on the sofa), it'd become one of her favorite things to do at the shop—going through his new drawings and sketches he hadn't shown her yet. He even allowed her to add her own little doodlings to the pages if she wanted, as long it wasn't a page dedicated to a client. A lot of the time (Y/N) opted to add small notes in the margins, or smiley suns and happy flowers that greatly paled in comparison to the pieces of art he had shaded on the page.

Staring at the sketchbook set aside as Harry flipped through different forms, (Y/N) wanted to abandon the leftover homework in front of her. She knew, tucked away on one of those pages was the lavender he'd drawn with her in mind.

Since the night at her apartment, she hadn't been able to shake the piece from her mind. Every time she remembered the small sprig, something warmed in her chest. The feeling was something akin to the nerved excitement she could only compare to the moments before Harry kissed her for the first time. She wanted it, she could picture her skin adorned with the delicate ink, but held a certain amount of anxiety over the actual act of receiving it.

But, over the days, she'd come to a conclusion she hadn't expected to ever make: she wanted a tattoo. As soon as she could work it out with Harry, she wanted to take him up on his offer to take that private room with him and allow him to embellish her skin with his art.

But, Harry was busy and she didn't want to bother him when he already seemed so stressed. So she worked on her own papers behind him, making the finishing touches on an outline for an essay that would be due next week and starting the list of questions that pertained to a novel she was meant to finish analyzing for her romantic literature course. Every so often, she would hear Harry breathe a small sigh or let out a hum as his pen ran across the page.

He was distracting, even the smallest of ways.

Harry wasn't even doing anything, but (Y/N) couldn't help but sneak glances over to him. She'd always had a bit of a thing for his shoulders and the broad set in them, something that caught her eye and took her focus. Today's scenario brought her to one of the private rooms out in the main area of the shop, an innocent take on the image as she was laid in the chair with Harry needling in the fresh pink of the tattoo ink into her skin. Maybe then, watching him work on her like that, his shoulders would distract her as well, take off the nervous edge of her excitement.

"Are y'done already?" Harry asked, breaking from his repetitious movements of flipping through the pages. He looked to her from his spot at his desk, the stack he had been working on now reduced to a few remaining pages.

"Huh?" Maybe she was a bit more distracted than she thought.

A smile spread across Harry's features; he knew he caught her. "Your homework, did y'finish already?"

"Oh," she peeped, brows raising as she flicked her gaze to the pages in front of her, "N-Not yet, I was just—um—I got—"

"Distracted?" Harry finished for her, his hand coming up to run along the line of his jaw as a crooked smile took his features. (Y/N) nodded a small bit, eyes rounding out as she gazed at him.  "What were y'thinking about?" Harry pressed, twisting his chair further to face her fully.

She felt a bit too shy to share the train of thought that focused on the strong set of his shoulders, instead going to where the initial thought had taken her. "Just you, g-giving me a tattoo."

The volume of her voice had gradually fallen as she spoke, something she hadn't meant to do. She realized halfway through that she hadn't actually told Harry of her conclusion, that she had decided she wanted to have a piece of his art on her body since she became certain almost a week ago. Harry had been the one to suggest it every time prior to this moment, so she wasn't sure why she was getting shy over her admittance. But since when did her nervous ticks ever make sense?

The softest curl of his lips molded his features, placing his elbow on the flat of his desk before propping his chin up in his palm. "Yeah? What about it?"

Her hands fumbled in her lap, working into a lace of her fingers before untangling only to repeat the process. "Just how you said we could take one of the private rooms, and have it be only me and you here for it. Th-that lavender kind of flower you drew last time we stayed at my place, I keep thinking about it."

"Really?" Harry smiled, "You're serious?" (Y/N) only gave him a petite nod, the smile on her face matching the excited glint he had taken on. Harry couldn't help himself as he reached towards his sketchbook, thumbing through the pages before he found the floral exhibition that had framed her thoughts. "This one?" He pointed at he floret tucked away in the corner, still uncolored with only simple lines to make up the piece.

"Mhm," (Y/N) hummed, the bundle enchanting her further now that the real thing was in front of her again. "I really, really like it, H."

The smile on his face caused the dents of his dimples to deepen as he flicked his gaze from the drawing up to where she sat in front of him. "And you'd really let me be the one to do it f'you? With my design?"

She couldn't help but feel her muscles soften and her heart follow suit at the sound of the incredulous tone in his voice. "Of course. I trust you."

Harry excitedly perked up in his seat, moving the sketchbook from his hold to sit back on the surface of his desk. He reached for her hands in her lap, the lines around his mouth acting as parentheses the deeper his smile got. "Do y'want to do it soon? We could tonight, I jus' need to prep the room and get everything closed up then it'll be jus' us. Did y'want color, or just the plain black? Where did y'want it?"

(Y/N) couldn't help but let out a laugh at the animation that took over his words and bounced him in his spot. Had he really been waiting for this?

"I don't know if we should do it tonight, H, I don't think I'm ready. And we're both tired," she reasoned, watching as Harry immediately nodded along.

"Right, you're right," he mused, squeezing her hands in his, "I wanna make sure y'don't have class the next day afterwards; wanna be there so I can check if it's healing properly and y'aren't hurting."

(Y/N)'s smile retained her features as she listened to his stream of consciousness, agreeing to each of his self-prescribed conditions. "And, I think I want color, if you think that'll work. I know it's a lavender flower, but I was hoping we make it pink? Like that soft—"

"Yeah, yeah," Harry beamed, "In your pink, the soft one. Would look even better like that. And a green, sage kind of color for the stems?"

He knew her well.

She happily nodded along to his suggestion, feeling even more excited at the way Harry couldn't get his words out fast enough as he finished her sentences. "I was thinking we could put it on my ribs?" she started, slipping one of her hands from his to point out the exact place where she wanted the flower to rest. She ran her fingers just a hair away from the curve of her breast, thumbing over her ribcage. "Like right there, where my bra would sit to cover it."

This is where Harry showed a moment of hesitation, the first fumble since he had enthusiastically latched onto her idea. His eyes traced over the spot she had pointed out, brows pinching just the slightest. "Are y'sure, darling? That's a rough place for a first tattoo; your ribs can be pretty painful to be tattooed over."

(Y/N) hadn't quite thought of that. She figured it all hurt the same, no matter where the needle would land. "Oh," she breathed, deflating a bit, "I hadn't really thought about that."

She felt like she had to start over now, the curvature of the tattoo not fitting anywhere else in her head. Maybe she needed to think about this longer, and this small obstacle was just the sign to tell her to slow down.

"But," Harry started, shuffling that much closer to her as he reached the edge of his chair, "Jus' because it'll hurt a tiny bit more, doesn't mean we can't put it there if that's what y'want. I think it would look really, really pretty there. It'd be special jus' for y'to see."

"Do you think I'll be able to handle it, if it hurts a lot?" She sought out his reassurance, an extra centimeter added to the nervous edge of her excitement.

"I know y'can. 'S not that bad, especially since you're wanting something so small. You're jus' probably going to be sore for a little while longer than other places." The pad of his thumb ran along the outside of her hand, the black of his nail polish matching the gleam of his nose ring. "We could next weekend? If y'think you'll be ready by then. It'll give me time to get your colors ordered, and we can work on a stencil to make sure 's perfect for you."

In that moment, it felt real. The vision of them alone in the private room, Harry working away at the delicate piece of art that would forever decorate her skin became more realized. The bubbling flurry in her stomach only heightened.

"Yeah, that sounds good," she agreed, her own smile matching his.

Harry sealed the deal with a kiss against her lips, the smiling set of her own mouth only adding to the affection. Now, she only had to wait.

—————

Over the following week, during every free moment, Harry was doing anything he could to prefect the details of (Y/N)'s tattoo.

He could spend hours going over different shades of ink, debating over if he should order a pre-dispersed ink that looked like it would match what they had in mind or if he felt more confident mixing the pigments himself. As pretty as the colors she had wanted were, he knew that the lighter shades—especially the green of the stem—were prone to fading much faster than deeper colors, so he wanted to get as much insurance as he could on the ink. (Y/N) wasn't quite as picky as he was, just wanting it to resemble the idea she had in her head as much as they could get it, but Harry wasn't settling for anything less than perfection.

In between figuring out the specific shading he had in mind, Harry was sketching and refiguring the design over and over. Now knowing the placement she wanted, he made minor changes, adding a stronger curve to the main piece and elongating the stem. (Y/N) was called in to okay each change he made, no matter how minute it was. Harry was taking this more seriously than she was, and she couldn't help but feel a bit her heart bloat a bit with every check-in he made with her.

Something odd that she had noticed he now also began doing, was paying special attention to the patch of skin they had slated up to be the resting place for her tattoo. It wasn't overtly obvious, but when they were cuddled up in bed his hand would slip under her shirt and trail up her side before thumbing over the area. He never really acknowledged the action, just continuing talking to her or fluttering his eyes closed to start his descent into sleep. (Y/N) wasn't even sure if he was even aware he was doing it. She never said anything about it, finding the action comforting.

(Y/N) was excited, each day that counted down and every tiny bit of preparation that Harry made for her only added to the piling elation in her tummy. She couldn't wait to have a small part of Harry's world on her forever.

—————

"You're early, didn't think y'were off from the library until eight?"

A jittery kind of excitement sent tremors through (Y/N)'s hands as she closed the shop door behind her. Harry was stood behind the computer at the front desk, the other boys having gone home for the night as he closed up. He looked to her with a matching enthused smile, his hands freezing over the keyboard to give her the full of his attention.

"I told everyone I was getting my tattoo tonight and they let me go early," she beamed, rounding the desk in the reception area to go to him.

Harry readily wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her to him to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I still need to get the room set up, but y'can wait for me if y'want. Jus' need to finish closing the system and I'll be right there."

(Y/N) peeped out a small okay, rising to her tip-toes to press a kiss to Harry's cheek before padding off to the first of the private rooms. She felt oddly uncomfortable as she moved about the room, placing her bag on the small bench offered before distractedly pulling out her phone. A thread of texts lit up her screen, most from Sarah with an emoji punctuating each message about how excited she was for her friend and to send however many pictures afterwards. A single one from Mitch stood out, wishing her good luck and that he was ready for Harry to stop bothering him about each new reworking of the design. She happily replied to each one, feeling a little less uneasy now that she had something small to focus on while she waited.

A few minutes later, Harry stepped into the room carrying a small tray of the pigments and the more delicate of his tattoo guns he planned on using for her. His smile from earlier still tugged at his lips, dimples deeply denting his cheeks as he looked to her.

"Ready?" Harry started, beginning to set up the small stand that would be beside him as he tattooed her.

"Yeah," she said, not trusting her voice not to waver if she spoke anymore.

She didn't think she would be this nervous, really. Throughout the waiting days, she hadn't much thought of the process, more so focusing on the ending product. Small doubts had appeared now that the moment was becoming more and more real, hearkening back to the original reasons she had waited so long to take up Harry's offer.

What if she ended up regretting it? What if the tattoo was beautiful, but didn't look right on her? What if, somehow, her parents found out and they-they—She didn't know what they would do, but she knows it wouldn't be pleasant to hear from them over this. And she couldn't help but add the worry over the pain to the growing list of anxieties. That was something that hadn't been more than a fleeting thought until this moment, but now she couldn't help but feel a tint of fear take over her thoughts at the prospect of a needle pummeling ink into her skin along with the anxiety of getting a tattoo at all.

Harry didn't seem to pick up on her hesitance as he turned to start mixing up the trio of pigments that would make up the petal soft color of the flowers. "Y'can get up on the chair, angel. Take off your shirt if you're ready."

She could hear the pending excitement in his voice, able to picture the bright expression on his face despite his back being turned to her. She absently followed his instructions, hands surprisingly shaky with less excitement and more nerves than she remembered.

Now only adorned in a flowery bralette with the soft pink of her shirt bundled in front of her middle, (Y/N) hesitantly laid herself on the black leather of the tattoo chair. She felt stiff against the cushions, not melting into it the same way she has when she's taken this same position. She was aware of the buzzing of her phone in her back pocket, but couldn't bring herself to pull it out and check who had responded to her messages, her fingers tightly fisting her shirt.

She jumped when she heard the sound of the tattoo gun start up, her taut muscles snapping at the abrupt noise. Harry breathed a laugh as he flicked it off, tossing a glance over his shoulder to her.

"Sorry, love, was jus' plugging it in," he offered before returning his attention to the green hued powders he needed to mix next.

(Y/N) was silent as she watched him, feeling her muscles recoiling again as the silence allowed too much of her anxiety to create puddles in her thoughts. Harry had no idea as he continued to mix up the ink, (Y/N) wishing the small cups of color could take her attention away too. She needed to say something to him, he always knew what to do and figure the best way to calm her down. She just hoped she could get it out.

"Harry, I-I'm—" (Y/N) couldn't find her voice as she spoke, a slight waver now that it was real. She was really in the chair, with her shirt off waiting for Harry to give her a real tattoo.

"Hm?" Harry responded, looking over his shoulder at her for just a second as he reached for a pair of gloves, "You're what, lovebug?"

Her voice died in her throat, leaving only a small whine in its place. That caught Harry's attention immediately, dropping the pair of latex gloves onto the counter as he turned to her with a furrow in his brow. He was at her side in a second, sitting in the small stool he placed beside the chair. She shyly clutched her shirt over her middle, covering her bralette covered breasts and the heaving of her chest.

"Hey," he started, voice quiet and soft, "What's wrong? What happened, darling? I thought y'were excited."

She didn't even know where to start. He was right, she had been really excited at the beginning of the night, she wasn't even sure what exactly it was that set her off.

Harry heaved a small sigh next to her, settling his hands on her own over the bundle of fabric that was her shirt. "We don't have to do this, m'love. If you're not ready, or jus' not sure y'even want it anymore, 's okay. We can stop and wait as long as y'need." His gaze ardently bore into her own, never shifting to anything but her own worried irises.

(Y/N) felt like a guppy, her mouth gaped as she tried to find the words. He was able to calm her the smallest bit with just his presence alone, but it wasn't enough to quell the brunt of her worry.

"Is-is it gonna hurt?" She started with the simplest of her worries.

A small smile cracked at Harry's lips, hands squeezing hers. "A little, yeah. You're brave for picking your ribs, but I know y'can handle it. Is that all you're worried about, the pain?"

She chewed at her bottom lip, wanting to find the perfect way to phrase her next fear so she didn't hurt his feelings. "Wh-What if... What if it doesn't look good?"

At this line of questioning, Harry's brows raised with his close-lipped smile going crooked. "Well, if you're worried about that I can ask one of the other boys t—"

"No, no, not like that! I didn't mean it like that," she rushed, twisting in the chair to face him directly, "What if it doesn't look good on me? Everything you draw is perfect, I just don't want it to be ruined because its on me—"

"Don't talk like that, stop," Harry cut her off, his expression falling into a serious set as he looked at her. He leaned closer to her, making sure her vision was filled with only him and none of the tattooing equipment behind him. "'S gonna be perfect because 's on you, (Y/N). 'S only a flower, and you're going to be the reason it looks beautiful, I promise. Don't be scared of anything like that."

The majority of the fear tinted smog dissipated from her lungs, making it much easier to breathe and think more clearly than she had only a few minutes before. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, the full of her pout swollen after she released it. "And what if my parents find out?"

There was a small change in Harry's expression, his jaw hardening and brows creasing the smallest bit. The look of frustration and anger only occurred whenever she mentioned her family. It was like a piece of him broke whenever he had to be reminded of what she put up with before he ever even knew her.

"If they do, we'll deal with them like we have before," his voice was quiet and firm as he spoke, "I doubt they will, though, or say anything at all if they do. But, anything they could say or think about you, means nothing, okay? As long as you're happy, they can't take that from you—I won't let them."

She was sure there was something deeper attached to his promise, but she was more focused on the clarity his voice had given her and how the remaining edge of nerves had shrunk to be overshadowed by the excitement and certainty that now filled her. He knew how to talk to her to lead her in the right direction to figure her own tangled thoughts out for herself; she'd never understand how he knew exactly what to say at the exact right times.

A beat of calming silence passed between them, (Y/N)'s gaze flitted from Harry's to trace over his features and down to their hands joined in front of her chest. She slowly nodded her head, peeking her eyes up at Harry through her lashes.

"Okay."

A smile softened the edges of Harry's features, losing the tenseness he gained at the mention of her parents. "Yeah? You're okay?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) breathed, "Sorry. I thought I got passed all the nervous stuff."

Harry dipped his head down, pressing the smallest kiss to the full of her lips before nudging his nose against her's. "Don't be sorry, 's normal. Would have been more concerned if y'hadn't got a little scared beforehand." At least he didn't seem to mind her miniature breakdowns too much. With his hands giving her's one final squeeze, her grip having loosened around the fabric of her shirt, Harry drew back from her. "Still want to go through with this?"

"Yes, please."

A satisfied smile made up Harry's expression as he inched towards the waiting supplies. (Y/N) felt much more comfortable, finding it in herself to settle into the leather of the chair under her. At least, if she had to have a small mishap like that, she was with Harry; if she had been alone, she most likely would have scrapped the whole plan and stuck herself in the all-too-familiar walls crafted by her parents.

(Y/N) tossed her shirt to land on the rest of her things laid out on the bench pushed against the wall, leaving only her bralette to conceal her modesty. Harry turned back around with a pair of gloves clinging to his hands and the rest of his supplies set and ready to go on the tray beside him. The excited smile he'd taken earlier had returned, making it that much easier for (Y/N) to emulate the expression and focus on the reward at the end of the experience.

"Ready, lovebug?" Harry beamed, gaze trailing to the lace trimmed straps of her bralette.

"Yeah, let me just—," She moved to tug off the last piece of clothing from her upper half, left in only in a pair of high waisted jeans. Despite the typical ease she felt in Harry's presence with her nudity, the fact they weren't in the safety of their own homes, made her keep the majority of the cups up against her chest.

Harry got to work after the patch of skin was visible, beginning to clean up the area and make sure she was happy with the final placement before he smoothed the stencil over her skin. The ink felt cold against her skin as he pulled the thin paper away, leaving only the beginnings of the design on her otherwise clean skin.

Before Harry could get his hands on the tattoo gun, (Y/N) couldn't help but pose a question that had been running through her mind.

"Could you hold my hand? If you can anyway."

Harry practically melted at her words, his shoulders falling and his features rounding as he looked to her. "Darling, I wish I could," he cooed, dropping a kiss to her shoulder, "But I need both m'hands if we want this to look good. But, y'can play with m'hair if y'want. Jus' be careful, though, 'cause I need to focus."

(Y/N) expected that she wouldn't be able to hold his hand, the downside to having your boyfriend be the one to tattoo you, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to ask on the off-chance Harry had mastered how to tattoo with one hand. But she happily nodded her head at the offer to instead run her fingers through his hair and take out her anxious nerves there.

With the running tattoo gun in his hand and her free hand in his hair, Harry looked up at her one more time with a question of reassurance in his gaze. (Y/N) nodded her head, sure this was his final way of asking if she was ready and sure of what he was about to do.

(Y/N) gasped as the needle made contact with her skin, funneling a lightened pink into her pores in a stinging itch. Her fingers in Harry's hair tightened along with her hand clutching her bra to her chest.

"Oh, my gosh," she breathed, feeling stiff in her own skin as Harry tried to work her through the initial bite.

"I know, angel, I know," he cooed to her, lifting the gun from her skin to wipe at the excess ink on her skin. "It gets better, I promise, jus' surprising at first."

"Okay," she peeped, her voice stiff in her throat. Instead, she tried to focus on the twirling curls she slipping her fingers between to find anything distracting.

Every time he lifted the needle from her skin to wipe at her skin, a moment of solace allowed (Y/N) to breathe before the startling burn of the gun against her skin resumed. She was sure at some point, especially when he would begin his first go of shading, that she would hopefully go a bit numb and it wouldn't hurt as bad. He hadn't been lying when he told her that her placement was bold for a first tattoo.

Harry was as adoringly gentle as he could be during the whole process, dropping a kiss to her collarbones when he could and layering sweet encouragements whenever he knew she was struggling. When he would go over a particularly tender spot, apologies would fall from his lips as soon as she tensed up, telling her he wished he could take the pain away. He told her how brave she was, and how proud he was his of his angel. In an effort to distract her, he told her how good it was looking, that he couldn't wait to show her after. He told her how especially a week or two afterwards, when it was all healed, that he couldn't want to see what she thought then. She was pretty sure he even stopped, pretending the adjust the gun and clean her skin when he saw it was getting a bit overwhelming for her.

It was the longest half hour of (Y/N)'s life, the pain only dulling a small amount the longer he worked. She loved Harry to death, but she couldn't help but question if he was taking so long on purpose. He was most likely making sure every detail was just as how they discussed it, wanting to double check and ensure she would be proud to have his design on her body, but the pain was starting to cloud her mind. Her small solace was found in the rhythmic run of her fingers through his hair, finding a new curl to twist over her finger every time in an effort to distract herself.

"All done," Harry sigh, suddenly pulled the offending machine away from her skin with a proud smile on his face.

(Y/N) thinks she could have cried as he turned off the gun. He was finished, now only going through and cleaning off the skin and prodding at the tender area with gentle fingers.

"Really?" she peeped, scared to pull her hand from his hair in case the buzzing filled the room again and he had to do more for the tattoo.

"Mhm, told you I was almost finished," he smiled, sitting back and gazing proudly at his newest piece. His smile only faltered the smallest bit when he looked up at her for the first time since he started, finding the sheen of tears (Y/N) hadn't even been aware of until he pointed it out. "Did it really hurt that bad, m'love? Should've told me and we could have taken a break."

She gently wiped them from her gaze with her now free hand, "I just wanted to finish it."

Harry breathed a laugh at her words, peeling his gloves off before standing from his stool. He offered her his hand, his own tattoos looking more vibrant now that they weren't veiled by the gloves. "Wanna see it?"

(Y/N) eagerly nodded her head, taking Harrys hand while her other kept her bralette pressed against her chest. He led her towards the mirror set up on the other side of the room where (Y/N) hadn't been able to catch a peek during the process. Harry stopped her in front of the glass, putting his hands on her hips to turn her sideways to get the best view of her new tattoo.

The custom pink of the florets looked petal soft backed by her skin, with the sage of the stem just as delicate as she had envisioned. The smallest additions of darker shading made for the rest of the piece to stand out against her skin, the highlights seeming brighter like the flower had been originally found in a spring meadow. The bend of the sprig rounded the curve of her breast just as she had wanted, easy to be concealed. But now, looking at the art, she wasn't sure she wanted to hide this from anyone.

Thank god she went through with this.

"What do you think, love?"

She flicked her eyes from her tattoo to the man standing behind her, his hands strong on her hips though uncertainty tinted his features. "Harry," she started, her eyes rounding out in he mirror in front of her, "I love it."

A large grin bloomed over his lips, fingers flexing around her hips. "Really?"

"Of course, it's even better than I expected," she beamed, dropping her hand to lay over his on her side, "Thank you."

"'M not jus' saying this cause 'm in love with you, but I really think this might be m'favorite piece I've ever done." His adoring gaze fell the his pastel creation, the dimples on his cheeks only deepening at the sight.

She stepped towards the mirror, wanting a closer look at the new ink adorning her body. "I think it might be my favorite tattoo I've ever gotten."

Harry let out a laugh behind her, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched her. "It better be."

A beat of silence passed between them, Harry allowing (Y/N) her moment to admire her new tattoo as he stood back. His own proud smile could be seen in the mirror.

"What do we do next?" she looked to him over her shoulder, resisting the urge to run her finger over the raised skin.

Harry perked up at her question, turning to grab the aftercare kit he had set up before he'd even started tattooing her. "First, I need to put some cream on it then we need to keep it bandaged for the next twenty-four hours."

(Y/N) couldn't stop the pout that set over her features at the condition. She couldn't look at it for the next day?

Harry breathed a laugh at her reaction. "'S gonna be clear, s'you can still see it, silly. C'mere."

He beckoned her to his side, waiting for her to be within arm's reach before wiping a cooling gel over her heated skin. She expected the area to feel a bit tender to the touch, but she hadn't imagined just how sensitive and sore she would be directly following. She winced as Harry made contact with her skin.

"Y'okay, love?" he asked, reaching for one of the transparent dressings to go over her tattoo.

"Yeah, just sore I think." She watched as Harry's lips tightened into a line at the admittance of her discomfort.

He carefully smoothed the bandage over her tender skin, double checking to flatten out the edges to make sure they were flush. Almost as if he didn't mean to, Harry lightly touched over the glossy surface of the bandage along the line of where her new tattoo was etched into her skin.

"'M proud of you, you know," Harry mumbled, voice quiet as he looked at her through his lashes, "Proud of y'for even going through with this, I know y'can get scared sometimes. But 'm proud of y'for being so brave. And, for getting your first one on your ribs." He ended with a smile, sliding his hand down to cradle the soft of her waist.

(Y/N) felt shy under his gaze, fingers playing with the lace covering her bralette. A warmth bubbled under her cheeks as she smiled at his words. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Harry only smiled in response, leaving her with a small squeeze to her waist before stepping towards the bench where she left her things. He passed her the soft pink fabric of her shirt, dropping a kiss to the top of her head before turning to start cleaning up. (Y/N) took a deep breath as she redressed herself, dropping her bra before pulling her shirt over her head.

Something akin to relief filtered through her system, a refreshing coolness that only served to brighten the smile on her face. She did it, finally. That was all that was running though her mind as she adjusted her shirt on her torso. She absently touched the patch as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt.

She swore there was something warm that jolted through her fingertips when she brushed over the tattoo. It was small and beautiful, and something she wanted. Harry worked with her on it, and helped her figure her vision, but this was something she wanted; her own idea that came to fruition without the permission of others.

"Ready to go?" Harry called from behind her. (Y/N) turned, finding him already holding her bag and his smile bright on his face. His gaze flitted from her eyes to land where her new tattoo sat for just a second, the light in his eyes seeming to shine that much brighter. "I'll tell y'how to take care of it on the way home."

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"Can I see it again, angel?"

(Y/N) excited perked up at the sound of Harry's request. He was cuddled under the down of his duvet, the black fabric reaching up to his bare chest as he waited for her to join him. The sound of the playlist he crafted for their nights together soundtracked the moment, making the sight of him timeless. She was coming from the bathroom, having just brushed her teeth when Harry spoke. She happily nodded, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth as a bright smile bloomed across her features. Their shared excitement over her tattoo only furthered the amount of love she felt for the small floret on her ribs.

Clumsily climbing onto the bed, moving to straddle Harry on his side of the bed, (Y/N) played with the hem of the large t-shirt she borrowed from his closet. The palm of Harry's hands cradled her hips to keep her stable atop him as she lifted her top. The side of her ribs were exposed to him as she brought the hem up just enough to show off the glossy bandage keeping her art safe. Though she couldn't get a good view of it, she knew it was still just as beautiful as she remembered if Harry's adoring expression was anything to go by.

"I wish we could take the wrap off," (Y/N) whispered. Harry had explained on the way home what kind of aftercare was going to be involved for the next few weeks, emphasizing the fact the bandage wasn't allowed to come off for the next twenty-four hours.

"I know," Harry responded, "We can soon, 'm jus' gonna keep an eye on it to make sure it heals properly." He slid his hand up and took her shirt from her hand, allowing it to fall down around her lap. He looked up to her with stars in his eyes, reflecting the way he viewed her.

She chewed at her bottom lip as she thought about the effort it would take to make sure she didn't harm any of the ink etched in her skin. "I just want it to be healed already. I want everyone to see it."

Harry smiled at her words, shifting his hold on her hips to land on her cheeks. He gently pulled her down to draw her in for a small kiss. Nudging her nose as he pulled back, he matched his gaze to her's as she cuddled into his chest. "I know, baby. We'll jus' need to be careful for a little while longer."

(Y/N) happily took his answer, loving the sound of "we" coming from his mouth. She allowed him to pliantly move her to lay under the covers beside him. He turned to lay on his side, wanting to face her.

"Goodnight, love," Harry mumbled, pressing a kiss to the full of her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

(Y/N) tucked her head under his chin, lashes fluttering against the skin of his throat. "Goodnight, H. I love you."

"I love you too, gorgeous." She could hear the smile in his voice.

With the rhythm of Harry's pulse lulling (Y/N) closer to her well-earned sleep, she melted into his chest. His warmth surrounded every inch of her, including the way he tangled their legs together to keep her close to him. One of his hands wandered over her side, skimming underneath her top in soothing motions against her skin.

"Are y'still sore?" Harry mumbled above her, guiding his hand up even farther under her shirt.

"Not really," she answered, sleep slurring her words. If she was being honest, she was just as sore as she was right after he had finished up her tattoo, but he knew he was only asking because he didn't want to break his habit of warming that patch of skin under his palm. She didn't want to take that away from him.

Harry didn't say anything as his hand glided up to rest over her ribcage. His fingertips traced over the smooth bandage, running along the curve he had created.

She couldn't believe she waited so long for something like this.

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ahhhh!!!!!! thank u all so much for reading and being so patient w me obvi ive been holding onto this request for a super long time to I hope it was worth the wait!! sorry for any mistakes and if u had any request of ur own please send them ! 

[i-did-not-mean-to]

For the fotfics August writing prompts, can we see "Berry Picking" with Ori and any other characters of your choice? I think he would be super fun and sweet to take berry picking.

Aaaaah, my dear Razzy...

Well, well, well...of course, Ori is always worth a tiny ficlet...A very tiny one!

Berry happy

Words: 1k

Characters: Ori x OC

“We’re here to pick them,” she laughed, “not to sketch them, my love.”

It was a beautiful morning in the little forest bordering on their secluded hut, nestled against the slopes of the Mountain that stood like a silent sentinel, overlooking the wild, rough landscape.

Her eyes narrowed in burgeoning annoyance when her companion failed to react, so she strode over, picking one of the ripest berries in her stash to lure him into paying attention to both her and their shared task.

Ori looked up from his notebook distractedly, hands smudged with coal, but willingly closed his lips around the tart berry held against their sensitive skin by loving fingers.

In the pale morning light, his hair shone with the demure charm of strawberries yet to fully ripen, and his mouth held the acidulated sweetness of those first raspberries bleeding into a silken handkerchief at the bottom of her basket; yes, Ori was by far the most wondrous berry she had ever harvested.

A single – slightly late – fruit, having grown so little and yet so sugary in the shadow of his brothers – thorn and leaf –, that was the epitome of delicacy in her humble opinion.

There could never be a bounty sweeter or more precious than the tentative, slightly vague smile he displayed now; his eyes seemed to collect the sunshine like hollows in the rock gathered the purest rainwater and – for a single moment – she was herself distracted by the familiar view that never failed to make her heart skip a beat.

He was – despite her painfully obvious and deep affection, she had to admit this much – also the very worst colleague on this berry-picking expedition, mainly because his contribution amounted to little more than to either snack or get lost in thought. 

This far, his own basket contained but a few leaves and three perfect specimens of different flower blossoms that he wanted to take back home to first draw and then dry to preserve them; if their plan of baking a juicy pie for their dear friend Razzy, who was invited to tea this very afternoon, was to succeed, she would need more help from the scatter-brained scribe by her side though, so she gave him a hearty shove.

Unfortunately, Ori was not in the least prepared for the sudden attack and tumbled backwards into the brambles.

He gave a mighty shout and then was out of sight.

“Love,” she screamed, letting her basket fall to the ground and leaping after him, carefully dodging the thorns and spiky branches as she fished her beloved out of the clutches of the treacherous thicket again.

Accidents such as this one were woefully common between them what with him being so dreamy and her being criminally impulsive more often than they cared to admit; nevertheless, they loved each other truly and would not have swapped places even with the king of Erebor.

“Ouch,” he whined dramatically as he started plucking broken off foliage off his cardigan, “you could have simply toldme to be more productive.”

She knew that, of course, but how was she supposed to tell someone that they were not listening to her without wasting her breath?

“I am so sorry, my darling,” she purred, lending him a hand in frantically digging spikes and bristles out of his clothes and skin, “I did not mean to push you that hard.”

At first, Ori tried his best to give her a punitive stare but – as he saw her wide, wet eyes shimmering treacherously – his heart soon mellowed and the warm smile returned to his lips as he bent forwards to offer solace to the person who had, at least theoretically, done him wrong.

His lips were pressed soothingly against her thrumming temples and his dirty hand cupped her cheek gently as he assured her that he didn’t resent her for her rather brusque intervention.

“I should have been of more assistance,” he admitted, his warm eyes scanning the vicinity in search of ripe berries that he could retrieve to bolster his lover’s already impressive stash, “Razzy is my friend too and I know how much you have been looking forward to her visit. I solemnly swear not to get side-tracked again before we accomplish our mission. Also…I want cake too.”

His boyish smile sent a shockwave through her system, setting her stomach alight with need, and she pulled him into another deep and passionate kiss.

“If we find enough,” she smiled, “I might even make a bit of ice-cream.”

“For the kids?” His face very clearly expressed his dismay at the thought of having to share the treat with the many pebbles running around and begging for snacks at every door they found unlocked.

“Hmmm, no,” she grinned, tapping a tender finger to his nose, “for my own darling boy.”

“I love you,” he whispered, pulling her closer and lavishing his own slew of kisses – still sour-sweet from the berries he had snacked on – across her lips that were stretched out in a wide smile still.

“And I love you,” she replied earnestly, counting the hours left to her, “and if you promise to help me for real after…this…we might take a little break from our arduous task?”

His eyebrows rose and his gaze flitted back to the dwarf-shaped and decently sized hole in the solid wall of bushes.

“I will pick berries like a hobbit the day before a birthday feast,” he swore fervently, his hands – nimble despite their deplorable state - already pulling at the laces of her dress, “I will be the best little assistant anyone has ever had.”

“I am counting on that,” she cheered as she pulled him along towards the happy accident of their own making.

So, that's berry picking for the first week as well...

I hope this made you smile a little lol

Lots of love from me ❤️

[ryosmne]

Special piece.

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x f!reader

I just had random thoughts about Sukuna, I mean the usual so here's this hope you enjoy reading. Also this is based on my Tattoo artist! Sukuna series here's the masterlist for that.

Warnings: Language, usage of the word babe that's all.

Consultations were always Sukuna's least favourite part of his job. Not only because some people took long to voice their ideas, but because some are way too indecisive, they either want too many things packed in a tattoo or they hover all over the place trying to chose from roses to skulls. Boring.

The girl that walked in five minutes ago was no different and even though she hadn't even been in his shop for that long she was already getting on his nerves not being able to choose a design for him to draw so he could get this over with, and much to Sukuna's dismay she also had a friend with her that stirred her away every time she came close to making a final decision.

Nanami had told him that she already had a very specific design in mind otherwise Sukuna wouldn't be wasting his time and maybe the fact that he woke up next to y/n again helped him enough not to give the girls his usual pissy attitude.

"How about a micro tattoo? It would look so good on you." The girls friend chirped up making Sukuna's eye twitch.

"I won't do that, pick something else, if you're having trouble I can just give you a flash book with my work and we can tweak something to make it different." Sukuna offered, his tone was very much bored and indifferent, all he wanted was for this to be over with.

"Yeah that would be nice." The girl infront of him said. She was around his age, early to mid twenties and by the looks of it she had lots of work done, her right arm was covered and she wanted to start her left too.

Sukuna momentarily left his booth to fetch the flash book from the reception and he was already planning to charge the girl, whose name he didn't really care to remember, extra just for annoying him.

Walking back to his booth, he found both girls staring at the pictures he had framed on his wall, specifically y/n's original sketch of the shrine she wanted. Sukuna still called her lines crooked all the time, especially when y/n and him eat lunch in his booth. The picture next to it was one of y/n's arm, by now not only the shrine and the fox covered it but lots more of his designs.

Y/n had always told him with a chuckle that having a picture of her arm was creepy, but Sukuna always justified it saying that it inspires him and he has a picture of them together on his desk cause he knows she's a bit on the shier side. Not to mention Gojo would give them hell had he seen that picture of them together hanging on the wall and both y/n and Sukuna didn't want to deal with him.

"That one, I want that one."

The girl confidently spoke and Sukuna's gears had already been grinding for a while.

"Not that one, here pick something else." He simply said, with a slightly more intimidating tone as he handed her the flash book.

"But I want that one, why can't I have it?"

Whining was his the worst thing to Sukuna pair it with an entitled costumer and you can see smoke coming out his ears.

"That was a piece for someone special, you can't have it, either pick something else or leave."

Y/n once again came through Domains front door, Nanami greeted her at the reception and as usual everyone was working since there was lots of buzzing in the shop.

"Hey Kento, I brought takeout for everyone, hope you guys like Thai food." She said with a smile, dropping the bags at the reception counter. "You shouldn't have y/n we could've ordered something in." Nanami was his usual self talking about paying her back and y/n only laughed.

"Oh come on, I wanted to, everyone's still working?"

"Yeah, everyone's tattooing, Sukuna's doing a consultation and it's not going that we-"

Before Nanami could finish his sentence some girls voice was heard saying

"Aren't you a tattoo artist? You're supposed to do what I ask you to."

And there was Sukuna, he had came out front having decided that even the extra charging he planned to do wouldn't help him deal with that headache of a client. His face said it all and y/n could tell he was done with whoever pressed him.

The two girls came to y/n's field of view and she was now wondering what they asked for that Sukuna was so pissed. She just gave him a smile telling him to hang in there in her own way and Sukuna's whole face lit up just by her presence.

"Just why won't you do it? That's the one I wanted." Ah, why must his moment be ruined that rudely.

"I already told you, now, out." His voice was as stern as ever, y/n didn't interfere, that was his business he can run it however he pleases.

The two girls let out an annoyed huff before one of them turned their attention to y/n

"Just go somewhere else, this guy won't do what you'd want anyway."

"Oh I'll do whatever she asks of me, now get the fuck out of here."

Finally some piece, just as the door closed, Nanami begun to laugh under his breath having heard all the commotion from before.

Sukuna took y/n under his arm giving her a quick kiss, his expression that previously looked like he would blow up any second, softened to a half smile his now lazy half lidded eyes that settled on y/n's face.

"How's your day dollface?"

"Pretty good, hopefully about to be better, how's yours?" That smile of hers never failed to make his insides melt away.

"Pretty shitty, untill you showed up."

Who knew that anyone could get Sukuna this warm and cuddly? Well if you asked his co workers they would've told you that there's no way in hell anyone can make Sukuna mellow with their presence, but y/n was probably the exception that justifies the rule.

"Babe, did you also get these red velvet cupcakes from the bakery downtown?"

Sukuna asked, eyes lit like a kid on Christmas.

"Have I ever forgotten? I got you the ones with the pink frosting you were eyeing too."

Y/n said her smile matching Sukuna's and her heart hummering like it always did when he smiled, that was the least she could do for all the perfect dates he's taken her and all the perfect food he's cooked for her not to mention the gorgeous work that he put on her body, his ink by now creeped up her shoulder.

"That's my girl!"

Sukuna said with a proud tone as his arm pulled her closer to his side.

"So, what did she ask for?"

Y/n pressed not having a clue what could've gotten him so riled up, but he just hummed and took another bite of his cupcake, like he always did after a meal.

"Was it watercolour?"

Sukuna shook his head no, making y/n more curious.

"Micro tattoo?"

Again same answer.

"Then how bad of an idea could it be?"

Y/n asked, her voice was playful as she genuinely wondered if someone asked for Jimmy neutron's head merged with a tiger again.

"She asked for your shrine, I'd never give someone your shitty lines." Sukuna answered half laughing, and y/n did too, that running joke always found its way back.

But y/n knew Sukuna considered all of the tattoos he'd given her one of a kind and an extension of herself, he wasn't about to hand what's hers to someone else no matter how much tweaking he did, these pieces were y/n's and y/n's only.

Bonus Domain shenanigans:

"Y/n brought food? I heard something about cupcakes too." Gojo spoke suspiciously looking at his co-workers. They all ate with y/n about an hour ago but he was too busy finishing up a piece of his, full colour new school takes time.

Sukuna warned them that if they told Gojo about the cupcakes, he would either fire them or tattoo them a stupid design he thought of. The second option sounded terrifying, so after exchanging a few looks Geto was the one to speak up.

"No man, she did bring Thai thought, maybe you misheared, here I left yours on Nanami's desk." The calmness in Geto's voice always helped him seem like he could never lie, making him the best to handle a very nosey Gojo.

All was good, Gojo didn't ask again and was stuffing his face with the food y/n brought, Sukuna should thank her for making his mouthy friend zip it for more than a minute.

That was untill..

"Y/N TOLD ME SHE BROUGHT RED VELVET CUPCAKES."

Yuuji bursting through the front door ruined everything.

"You liars"

Gojo said before racing to the fridge they kept sodas with Yuuji in toe.

"You lay a finger on MY cupcakes, I'll gut you both."