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bitchface24-7 · 21 days ago

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Oops my hand slipped and I’m back again (for the 3rd day in a row (I think I have a problem))

So following the trend of me seeing too many fanfics of smthn I don’t vibe with, I’ve noticed that a lot of Jayce and/or Viktor x reader fics have the reader as a scientist (makes sense writing-wise, provides a lot of opportunity for characters to interact and bond)

Problem is, I am dogshit at science. I was good at most subjects in high school, but science? Nearly failed. I was good at math and word problems too which made it even more confusing to me but it is what it is ig. So I was hoping for another JayVik x reader where this time, the reader is an artist

Now I primarily draw OCs and people (usually digital or w/ marker) so I’d like smthn leaning towards that but frankly you can do whatever

I just think it’s be funny if, while Jayce n Viktor do their cool nerd shit, the reader is fully unhelpful and doodling in their sketchbook. Quality time except I’m drawing sexualized men (gender equality) and my hot boyfriends are solving global trade or whatever

(Mayhaps also drawing them for studies and anatomy practice and showing them because I like forcing ppl to look at my art >:)) )

Again, take as long as you need to write this, hope you’re doing good :))

MY MUSES - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: after escaping Noxus with your best friend Mel, you've cherished the peace of Piltover compared to the wartime of Noxus. You were able to flourish in the city of progress with your artistry. It was the way you and Mel found solace in your old home. Now, you've been commissioned by the council to paint a portrait of the Hextech duo.

warnings: talks of wartime, insecurities, awkward talk, becoming friends with J + V, anatomy practice, complimenting your two boys, fluff, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I understand your frustration, even I've fallen into “make reader a scientist to make life a little easier.” I hope y'all enjoy artist reader!

You're painting in your studio at the Academy when the door is opened, and you smell the delicious fragrance of vanilla, cardamom, and sandalwood, it’s Mel.

You put your paintbrush down and turn to look at your best friend, a smile beaming on your face. You get up and go for a hug before stopping yourself, your clothes are stained with paint and you don’t want to ruin Mel’s pretty white dress.

She fondly rolls her eyes and pulls you into a hug anyway. Mel’s not a very touchy person. It was seen as a weakness is Noxus. She’s only really touchy with you, you’ve been her friend for as long as you can remember. She wholeheartedly trusts you.

And you know how rare that is.

“Hello dove. How’re you today?”

You scrunch your nose at the nickname, it was a nickname given to you when you were much younger. “It’s because you don’t see the glory of war. You’re gentle. Something I desperately need in my life.” Mel had explained, her Medarda Mask no where in sight.

“I’m good. I’m almost done the landscape you commissioned for the council room.”

Mel’s smile widens the tiniest bit, but her gaze is downcast. This isn’t a social call. She’s been tasked to ask you something.

“Mel, I understand. Just, tell me what you need from me.”

A sigh escapes the gorgeous woman, “The council has requested a portrait to be made of the two Hextech innovators, Viktor and Jayce Talis.”

You raise your brows in confusion, “Okay… why is that a bad thing?”

Mel leans on a clean section of your work station, a hand coming up to rub her forehead, “They’re constantly working. They don’t see the prospect of taking a break. If you were to paint them, you’d have to paint them in the lab; as they do dangerous experiments. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You place your hand over top Mel’s hand that’s braced against the desk, “I’ll be okay. I can’t imagine they’d let anyone get hurt.”

Mel nods sagely, the hand that was rubbing her forehead is now placed over your hand. She’s now cupping your one hand and rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

“I’ll tell them what the council has demanded. When will you be free to paint them?”

You look over to the almost finished landscape painting sitting on your easel, “Give me a week.”

Mel nods, gives you one last hug, and leaves your studio to break the news to Viktor and Jayce.

You just hope they’re nice to you.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The week passed by in a flash, and here you are. Standing in front of two very large doors that make you feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You don’t understand why you’re so nervous. You’ve painted portraits of the top-class in Piltover. The cream of the crop. The top one percent, and you were fine. You were mentally rolling your eyes every few minutes, but you were fine.

You’re now asked to paint two scientists and you feel like you’re going to have a stroke.

At least Mel gave you some advice in regards to both men, “Jayce is quite kind, easy-going, and easy to talk to. You’ll make quick friends with him as you are. His partner Viktor on the other hand… is a different story. He’s cordial, but stubborn. He’s quite witty with a sass that almost matches mine. He’d prefer it if you skipped the flowery talk and just got straight to the point. He’s not a fan of the mind numbing politics of Piltover. Say what you mean or don’t say anything at all.”

With that mantra repeating in your head, you knock on the doors to their lab.

“Come in!” A voice exclaims, “We cannot leave our stations, the gems may become volatile if we do.” Another voice adds, this time with an unfamiliar accent.

You lightly push open the doors and are stunned by the state of the lab. Papers everywhere, equations on a blackboard you don’t even want to attempt to understand, ink stains, scraps of metal.

You suppose this is their version of an art studio.

“Oh!” The first voice you heard exclaims, “You must be Mel’s friend, the one who’s been commissioned to paint us. I’m Jayce. The one brooding over there with goggles on his face is Viktor.”

A scoff, “I am not brooding. I simply do not see the purpose of a portrait being made of us. It takes time away from our research!”

You cut in, reminding yourself of Mel’s advice, “The council has ordered it. Besides, I need to study you two for a little bit. Understand your anatomy and proportions. Then when I have a clear understanding, we’ll take one day out of your schedule to get the painting done.”

Viktor raises his goggles, putting them into is hair and the most beautiful pair of eyes you’ve ever seen narrows onto you, “You’ll only need one day to paint us?”

“The weather is constantly changing. That means so is my light source, my shadows, my colours.” You explain easily, “If we spend the whole day together, I’ll be able to easily get the portrait done and you two can go back to work. Sound good?”

Viktor purses his lips before nodding, Jayce just looks between the two of you with a small smile. He thought that would’ve taken a lot longer.

Guess you’re pretty special.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

One Week Later.

Their work is fascinating. You don’t understand quite a bit of it, but their enthusiasm and passion make up for your lack of knowledge.

Here they are trying to solve most of the worlds problems and you’re sketching them in your sketchbook with hearts in your eyes.

You focus on their bodies, how they bend, contort, their planes and shadows. How light glows onto them.

You focus on their unique features. Jayce’s sharp canines, Viktor’s cheekbones and moles. Jayce’s broad chest and Viktor’s cane and brace.

Those two points are especially important. They’re so detailed. And they’re a part of Viktor, you’re not going to erase something so vital to him as a human being to make the portrait “nicer to look at” according to the upper echelon of Piltover.

You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t feel a presence come up behind you, “Whatcha doing?”

You jolt, putting a hand to your heart as your pencil drops to the ground, “By Janna Jayce! You scared me!”

A boisterous laugh permeates the lab, “You we’re so focused, I couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing.”

“We’ll… I was drawing my two very beautiful muses.”

There’s a small silence in the lab.

“Your—“ Viktor starts, then clears his throat as Jayce stands there, stunned, “Your beautiful muses?”

You nod, not realizing their disbelief, “Of course. The two of you have such beautiful features. Jayce is quite tall, with broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and strong legs. A nice hair cut, strong brows, big eyes, and pink lips. You, Viktor on the other hand—“

You’re cut off by said man, “Are not as conventional—“

You cut him off this time, “Are also tall, lean, lithe, with long beautiful legs. You have a face carved out of marble, messy hair, eyes that look like liquid gold, beauty marks, and a nice pale complexion that compliments Jayce’s tan. You’re both quite handsome, just is different ways.”

The two men are stunned into silence, and it takes a few minutes before you realize what you said. You feel your face heat up as you try to hide behind your sketch book. Viktor lightly smiles at that as Jayce laughs and forces your sketch book back down onto your lap.

“You know, I’ve never heard such an honest compliment before.”

“Neither have I.”

You feel like killing yourself. Maybe jumping out of one of the lab windows will do the trick.

“So,” Viktor’s interrupts your dark humorous thoughts, “Do you feel prepared to paint the portrait?”

You look the two men dead in the eye, even as embarrassment consumes you.

“Yes.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

A day is set and you bring all your art supplies that you need into the lab. You even set up a place for the portrait to be.

The setting will be in front of their main work station, the hexcore and hexgems glittering in the background. You brought a comfortable armchair for Viktor to sit on, you know these paintings can take some time and you don’t want to over-exert his leg. You assume Jayce can stand for a few hours, placed right next to Viktor.

As you explain your thought process to them, the more excited they seem. And to think, they didn’t want to do this originally.

“Ok, get comfortable. Viktor you can put your cane to rest against one of the arms of the chair. Jayce, can you place your hand on the top of the headrest? Perfect. You two comfortable?”

You get nods and yes’ as your answer.

With that, you start to paints them.

You ensure to be as diligent as possible. You start with the boys, adding bits and pieces to the background as you go. You make sure to her the green in Jayce’s eyes, the beauty marks on Viktor’s face. The house Talis emblem on Jayce’s jacket; the intricacies of Viktor’s cane and leg brace. The purple and blue glows of the Hextech give the painting an almost magical feeling.

You have to say, this may be your best portrait yet.

A couple hours pass and you deem the painting complete. The two boys sigh, Jayce cracks his back as Viktor cracks his neck. Most of the painting was done is silence, a few tiny conversations sprinkled throughout the process.

You didn’t want them to move.

The two come to where you’re sitting and gaze at the portrait in awe. It’s… them. It looks so life like, as good as a picture. But it’s softer, it looks beautiful.

And they look phenomenal.

“Are you sure that’s us?” Viktor jokes, pointing at the painting, “Those men are incredibly handsome.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, “Now you know what to say when you look in a mirror. That’s how you look, and it’s how you’ll be remembered.”

Jayce smiles and puts a hand on both your and Viktor’s shoulders. Viktor looks touched at the sentiment.

“You should move your art stuff to be here. Permanently.” Jayce states easily.

You almost choke on your own spit, “Pardon? Why would I do that?”

“Because we'd miss you,” Viktor replies a cocky look on his face.

You huff out a laugh, “Ill be of no help to you. I'm not a science brain. I'd just be in the lab drawing you two constantly.”

“We��d pose for you.” Jayce jokes

“Even if I wanted to practice nude anatomy?”

Viktor hums, “Not in the lab obviously, but yes even then.”

You smile at them, “It’s a deal then.”

And to think you were scared they wouldn't be nice to you. You just obtained two pretty muses (hopefully for the rest of your life.)

TADA!!! This was such a cute request. I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Pebble, you keep those requests coming (and everyone else who requests too 🫵😏)

I have like four requests now in my inbox and I squealed when I saw it. I've never had so many requests before. Usually my inbox has like… spam and fishing schemes. So this is amazing to me!!

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redstarwriting · 2 years ago

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happy birthday

miles morales x reader

request?: yes

request: “I LOVEDDD THE HC��S OMG OMG WORK OF ART!!! i was wondering if you would write something expanding on getting miles’ doodles tatted as an adult!! i would love to read more abt it, it’s so cutee”

requested by: anon

word count: 2.2k

genre: fluff

Warnings: language, tattoos, mentions of tattoos and needles, Miles is so sweet it's sick

A/N: GLADLY!! i've been itching to get a new tattoo since the minute i got my first like three years ago and writing this just made me want to get another one so bad LMAO. i hope you enjoy!

also in case you were wondering what hcs anon is talking about, it's my pda/general affection hcs i wrote for hobie and miles! you can check it out here if you haven't already and feel compelled to :)

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“Miles! Baby, can you give me a tattoo?” you ask, and he smiles. This has become a common practice in your relationship. From the time y’all were kids in love to now, you would always ask him for a tattoo. Of course, he didn’t actually give you tattoos, he just drew on your arm. He’s mentioned you, and even urged you, to get a tattoo every now and again. Especially when he offered to design them, but you always say his temporary ones are more special than any other tattoo you could get. He isn’t upset about it. He genuinely loves drawing on you. “Of course, babe. Come here,” he says, motioning you over to him as he grabs his markers he has specifically for your “tattoos.” You go over to him, sitting between his legs and extending your arm. “Can you draw it right next to the uh… elbow pit?” you say, and he laughs. “Elbow pit?”

“Yeah, like the inside of my arm and not on the bicep part or the elbow pit part, but the forearm part by the elbow pit,” you explain, pointing to the area you’re talking about. He chuckles. “Elbow pit.”

“Well, what else would it be called?” you ask, smiling, and he grins, starting to doodle on your arm. “I’ll text and ask my mom what the scientific name for it is after I’m done here,” he says, and you lean your head back against his shoulder. “Oh, god, please don’t tell her I called it an elbow pit.”

“Oh, I’m totally telling her you called it that,” he teases, placing a quick peck on your lips before returning his attention to your arm. He draws a spiderweb, of course, but in the shape of a heart. He adds his Miles touch to it by making it look like the web was spraypainted, and having it pop with black and red. You don’t even look at the tattoo as he draws it, you just stare at his face. You love watching him when he does his art. You assume it’s similar to the way his face looks when he’s swinging around the city as Spider-Man. He’s in his element, laser-focused and yet has an ease about him that mesmerizes you. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, smirking and turning his attention to you. You feel your face heat up but roll your eyes. “Can’t, arm’s a bit preoccupied.”

“You can get creative; I have an idea. Maybe use the one I’m not drawing on?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, and he shakes his head. “What do you think, amor?” he asks, and you look. You smile. “I love it, Miles. Thank you,” you say, kissing him on the cheek. He grins, wrapping his arms around your waist as you admire his art. “What time is it?” you ask, and he glances at his phone. “11:15. Why?”

“Ganke and I are gonna go get some lunch today.”

“Should I be worried?” Miles jokes. “No, dummy. We’re just talking about… something happening soon,” you say, and a sly smile spreads across Miles’ face. “How soon?”

“I’ve said too much,” you say, trying to get up. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is Spider-Man and can easily hold you in place. “Nuh uh, how soon is this something happening?” he looks at you with a shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know, spider boy?”

“I would. Is it, and this is just a wild guess… something happening tomorrow? A special something happening on a very special day?” he guesses, and you sigh. “Don’t tell Ganke you found out…”

“I knew it!”

“We’re supposed to be planning your birthday party, yes. For tomorrow. On your birthday. Are you happy you spoiled it for yourself now?” you feign annoyance, and he laughs. “I am, actually. Now I know to look good for you tomorrow.” You roll your eyes. “You always look nice, Miles.”

“Only for you,” he grins at you, turning your face to look at him. The two of you share a kiss before it’s interrupted by his police scanner going off. He frowns slightly. “It’s okay, Miles. I gotta go soon anyways,” you give him a quick peck for squeezing out of his arms. He sighs. “Fine, fine. Guess I’ll go save the city. Be the best thing that ever happened to New York and all that.”

“My hero,” you joke, and he grins. “You know it,” he says, slipping his mask on and sliding his everyday clothes off. “I’ll see you later, Miles. Stay safe. Love you.”

“You stay safe, too. Love you more.” He leaps out of the window, and you make sure he’s gone before you call Ganke. “Yo, what’s up?”

“You gotta plan Miles’ birthday party tomorrow.”

“Woah, what?” You sigh. “I already have the roof of our building booked out for it, I ordered the cake already and will pick it up tomorrow and have all the decorations. You just need to invite everyone, okay?”

“You mean I have to reach out to people in different dimensions, tell them to clear their schedules for tomorrow, and hope for the best?” Ganke asks, and you hum into the phone. “Yep! Thanks, Ganke! Also, if Miles asks, we went and got lunch, okay?”

“And where are you really going?”

“I’m getting a tattoo to surprise him for his birthday tomorrow,” you say, grabbing your keys and putting some money in your pocket. You put Ganke on speaker, sending a quick text to Hobie. “You need to stop using me as a cover-up, (Y/n).”

“Who else am I supposed to use? Gwen?” you say, and Ganke sighs. “I mean, yeah, you know she would be down to help you with something like this.”

“Ganke she is so bad at keeping secrets like that, and you know it,” you say, admiring the art on your arm again. “Then use Hobie.”

“Wait that’s actually a good idea,” you say, “Especially since he’s the one giving me the tattoo.”

“AND YOU STILL USED ME?!”

“I PANICKED! He was asking questions! Just, listen, invite as many people as you can think of, alright? Please, and thank you.”

“Fine. Go get inked or whatever they say,” Ganke says. The two of you give some quick goodbyes before hanging up. You receive a reply from Hobie, and a portal opens in Miles and your bedroom. You step through it and find yourself in Hobie’s flat. “Can I just say it’s about damn time you got one of ‘is works tattooed onto ya,” Hobie says, motioning to his couch. You sit and he gets his whole get-up ready, all the cleaning wipes and gloves and the tattoo gun all ready to go. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m getting it now and that’s what matters,” you say, and he clicks his tongue. “I can guarantee ya this is just gonna be the beginning. Kinda becomes an addiction,” he says, sitting next to you, and fiddling with his gun. “Then I guess I’ll just need to have Miles draw on me even more.” He chuckles. “Lemme see it.”

You show him the drawing, and Hobie shakes his head. “Your man is corny,” he says, and you shrug. “I like it.”

“I know,” he dips his gun in ink, and looks at you, “Ya ready?” You nod, and he begins tattooing Miles’ art onto your skin. The two of you talk the whole time, really, and you let him know about the party tomorrow. He, of course, agrees to come, and can’t wait to see Miles’ reaction. It takes a few hours, but eventually he finishes up and it looks exactly like Miles just drew it on your skin. Hobie places fake skin over it and gives you the rundown of how to take care of it. He turns away from you to put something away, and you quickly slip $100 under a pillow on the couch. You know he won’t accept any money from you because he’s ‘not a capitalist pig,’ so you have to be sneaky with it. “Thank you so much, Hobie,” you say, and he winks at you. “Anythin’ for my mate’s better ‘alf.”

He opens the portal again, and you two say bye until tomorrow. You’re back home, literally, in no time, and you quickly throw one of the hoodies Miles left lying around on. This way he won’t see the tattoo, and you can play it off like you missed him. Especially since you did kind of miss him and it is sort of a staple in your relationship that you wear his clothes when you do. That’ll make him melt and he’ll forget all about the art on your arm. And you were absolutely right.

It ended up being a late night for Spider-Man, and when he got home, he saw you curled up on the couch, sleeping with his hoodie on, and all he could think about was that you missed him. He carefully picked you up and carried you to your shared bed. You started to wake up as soon as he was getting in bed after taking a shower and cleaning up, and he began desperately trying to get you to go back to sleep. “What time is it?” you groggily ask. “It’s like 3am, (Y/n/n), I’m here now, we can go to sleep, okay?” he says, slipping into bed next to you and pulling you on top of his chest. “Happy birthday!” you sleepily say, burying your face into his chest. He smiles. “Thank you, amor. Let’s get back to sleep now, yeah?” You make a muffled mmhmm sound and are out like a light almost immediately. Miles smiles to himself, wondering how he got this lucky.

You can imagine his disappointment when he wakes up the next day and you’re not snug against his chest, but he feels better the minute he sees a little note on his chest that explains you’ll be home, you just had to go do something for him. He gets up and decided he can do his Spider-Man duties until you text him and let him know he needs to come home. It may be his birthday, but the city still needs it’s defender. So that’s exactly what he does. He cannot explain how grateful he is that none of the big bads were trying to start anything today, because if he didn’t get to see you and eat a slice of cake, he was going to scream. The day went slower than he wanted but also sped by when eventually he got a text from you saying to come home. He immediately obliges, swinging in through the window and putting on some of his nicest clothes. He walks out of your room and sees you chilling on the couch. “Miss me?” he asks, walking over and bending down to kiss your lips. You giggle. “Obviously. Hey, before we go up to the roof where there totally isn’t a party waiting for you, I wanna show you something, okay?”

“Okay,” he grins, and you grin back. “Cover your eyes.” He does as instructed, and hears you shift slightly. “Okay… open them.” He opens his eyes, and immediately sees his “tattoo” on your arm. Only it was covered in a clear wrap. And it’s real. His eyes get big, and he looks at your face. You give a small smile. “You always encouraged me to get a real tattoo, so… happy birthday.”

“Yo! It looks so good, hold up,” he gently grabs your arm and softly traces it through the saniderm. “When did you get this?”

“Yesterday.”

“You weren’t actually with Ganke, were you?”

“No, I was with Hobie,” you say, and he shakes his head. “I got a little liar on my hands, huh?”

“It wasn’t lying it was covering my ass because you ask too many damn questions,” you say, and he laughs. “I love it, (Y/n/n).” You smile and the two of you share a kiss. “We should probably get up there. Some people are waiting. Oh, and pretend like you haven’t seen it yet. Hobie wants to see your reaction.” Miles laughs. “Alright. Well, I hope he knows I’m not gonna stop drawing on you. And that he fully traced my art,” Miles says, and you shake your head. “I’m sure he knows, Miles. You really like it?”

“Like it? Baby, I told you I love it. I love you; I love this tattoo; I love that this is a birthday present from you… everything about this? I love it. I don’t even need to go up there to make the day better because all I need is you,” he says, and you smile. “Hobie was right. You’re so corny.”

“Nah, hold on, he said that? Forget everything I just said it’ll be a perfect day when I punch him.” You laugh as the two of you make your way up to the party. But the whole time, Miles keeps finding his eyes drifting to your tattoo. Something about having his art on you permanently makes his heart swell with pride and happiness. And he and Hobie were both right.

It’s not the only “tattoo” that will become real.

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#miles morales x reader #spiderman x reader #miles x reader #spiderverse x reader #atsv x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv

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repliiku · 2 months ago

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hi. hello. i have things to say and it felt wrong to not say them directly to you !!!

i have been freaking out for hours now frankly. every time you put pen to paper you manage to draw the most gorgeous jaw dropping stunning beautiful masterpeice of a Person ive ever seen. it is genuinely baffling to me how beautiful these characters are in your style. i think what really draws me to it is how odd they look? they are out of the ordinary. dare i say queer. im sure some people without any thought might just say they are downright ugly. none of these weirdos are conforming to any sort of physical standard and it is so refreshing see someone embrace that sort of thing so openly and so unceremoniously!!! i hope i am not reading too far into it and my perspective is somewhere near your intention. i am a very avid fan of the idea that most if not all characters in homestuck are queer and neurodivergent in some form of manner and i really connect to your art in this aspect. it's not something that's being pushed, it's just. thats how it Is. that's how they are. and you capture that so honestly for me. golly it makes me feel a type of way

hope this isn't too weird haha thanks for being an artist!

Thank you so much for this it really lit up my day !!! I was trying to think all day yesterday about what I’d say cause I knew whatever it was would be lengthy. But you got it completely!!! I’ve done the conventionally on model art in the past and it just got repetitive and boring. Past few years esp as I’ve been figuring my own queerness out and being around my friends more I’ve just found so much more joy in drawing these place holder characters in series,

as people I see. There’s a much freedom in these little stubby sprites I was really excited to finish the series and give them fully fleshed out designs.

Because it’s not just my art it’s In homestuck itself. Characters like Sollux, Jane, and Jake are 3 characters who’s whole descriptions depict them as “unconventional” yet these 3 are sought after by the whole damn cast, they are the big swoons and hunks. Characters described as fat with prominent buck teeth and overbites. These features are mostly seen as ugly in fandom art but like you said it’s just real, whether others like it or not. I love drawing characters that are like me, my boyfriend, my friends, and other queer people in general!!! This hasn’t always been the most appreciated by others in the past and as much as I have my own problems with the hs community it is nice to know this space has been the most accepting of my art :)))❤️❤️❤️ it means the world that you and others are able to feel so deeply about these little sketches and doodles I do. It gives me inspiration when I haven’t been able to find it much lately.

#asks galore #I could def say more but I’d yap forever

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pxgeturner · 2 years ago

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hihi! i saw your movie party event, and i would love if you could do miguel ohara and "i'm so in love with you, it's scary" if possible! thank you!!

you tell miguel a date idea, he ignores you. he confesses.

wc: 642

warnings: implied sex but no smut, not beta’d (didn’t feel like it)

summer movie party! masterlist

miguel had just pounded you deliciously into the mattress and cleaned you up like the gentlemen he is, you two were in bliss. miguel opened his notebook, doodling his little notes, you’re bundled up in all the blankets, looking up at the ceiling and smiling to yourself.

“hey, miguel,” you prompt. no answer, you roll over to look at him.

“oye, papi,” you kiss his forearm.

his pencil is still writing.

so you start talking, “i just had an idea, we should go out and see that movie you’ve been looking forward to in matinee, but before that, we should go to the mexican market so we can sneak in pan dulce in my purse. what do you say?”

he’s still silent. you know he heard you, he’s always listening to you. so you give him some time to respond, he’s probably in the zone. you rest against his arm.

you prop yourself up to look at the clock on his nightstand, it’s been ten minutes. you kiss his cheek and get out of bed. “you think about it, and i’ll take a shower.”

you take your time, you’re really thoughtful about it, letting yourself really reset. you exit the bathroom, cute outfit on, makeup done and hair in braids. your boyfriend is still just in boxers.

“you make a decision, yes baby?” you’ve crawled up to his side.

you playfully pinch his shoulder, “hello? is my loving boyfriend there? say something,”

He shuts the book and pinches the bridge of his nose. “ay, carajo, stop it for a minute. Por favor.”

“¿qué pasó, mi amor? dime que tienes.” you run your hands through his hair gently.

he moves you to be in front of him. you rest a hand on your thigh.

he sighs, “all the playfulness, and the waiting, and smiling, and the thoughtfulness, all the soft touches. you have to stop it.”

“your problem is with me?” he groans, “so what, you-you want someone who’s cold, and rough, and impatient?”

another groan, “no,”

“then what,” think good thoughts, think good thoughts, he’s not breaking up with you he just doesn’t know how to to put it into the right words–

“i’ve never done this before.” he palms his face.

“done what?”

his head is down, you can’t see his eyes.“had a real relationship. where i feel safe and loved. no one has ever treated me like you do.” he holds your hand, “i’m sorry, this is so new to me and it makes me nervous. Part of me wants to push you away. But i don’t want that, i want you. and i want you to be you.” his other hand starts playing with one of your braids. “i love you. i love you so much, it’s scary.” finally he looks up, “well, tiny?”

you lunge forward, kissing him. he holds you securely at your hips, you wrap your hands around his head and and neck, “i love you,” you slouch into him. “so, about the movie idea–”

“yes.”

“okay, so quiero una concha ¿quieres pan de elote?”

“tú lo sabes,”

“can i have some?”

“why don’t you just ger your own instead of eating mine?”

“we can go halfsie this time!”

“just this time?”

you put your hands in the air “i make no promises!”

he tickles you, making you roll over to escape his big hands. “just go shower so we can see that geeky movie.” and he listens, but gives you a quick smack your ass has .

he paid for the sweet bread, you paid for the tickets. you two went back to your apartment this time. where your bodies combined for a second time that day. that evening, miguel o’hara made love to you. and after, he treated you to dinner, and decided that tomorrow, he’s going to a jeweler to get promise rings.

#summer movie fest 🍿#honey bees 🐝#miguel my love #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x you #fem!reader #accross the spiderverse #my writing

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inkblackandblue · 26 days ago

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Whelp, I did it. I finally updated their character designs. Obviously I will be changing some details for this blurb since I do want to keep my account a little anonymous, but for a long while my ex kind of ruined the fetish for me. I struggled to look at these characters as (to me) they reflected the betrayal I was experiencing.

My best friend, someone I clung to in difficult times and saw as my world completely shattered my view of intimacy, and that’s a hard thing to recover from especially as a kink artist. I tried posting some things after (some little comments about my new boyfriend) but I realized it was still too painful, and when that subsided the interest to update never returned.

I did, however, continue to draw and improve my work beyond my little mpreg doodles as to a degree, pouring myself into art was helpful in attempting to find myself again after being known as “such and such’s wife” for years. I do miss them, but I know that inevitably it wasn’t a good fit. Maybe we shouldn’t have dated, or gotten engaged young, stayed friends, but unfortunately I can’t change what’s already happened.

My partner has been amazing to me, which has helped me to heal enough to even write this out. Without him, I don’t know if I would have tried to be better or seek help. That being said, I’ve done a lot to make lasting changes and grow a shiny new metal spine.

As for these two, I have redesigned them a lot. I wanted them to be their own thing, and reflect me a lot less as to almost separate their story from mine. I may continue to write the book, but it’s not in the near future for me. I’m going to try working about more of my writing before diving back in, but for now enjoy these (and any more) sketches I create.

Thank you kind strangers for the support I’ve received, even if small. Ink, signing out for now ❤️

#inktalks #dad bod #kinkcommunity #male pregnancy #mpreg kink #pregnancy #mpreg belly

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nekobinn · 4 months ago

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Doing inktober with my boyfriend this year <3

I’ve been having such huge art block this year, I think this is my actual first full drawing I’ve done instead of doodles. Me and my bf decided we wouldn’t show each other’s drawings until the end of the month so since he doesn’t use tumblr I’ll post mine here :D (pray to him this is his first time drawing ever)

Sweet little Pomme and Dapper! They decided to wear backpacks with their opposite colors :) (Pomme is quite concerned with what he’s carrying inside though). I got some new markers this year but they aren’t mixing well with my pen at all so I might not use them for tomorrow. Also, I’m going to make the best out of this year’s inktober prompts and do them with a QSMP theme to make them more fun (and to keep my interest alive rip TvT). I really just wanna draw the eggs, amo mis huevitos 💖💖💖

#art #qsmp #qsmp eggs #inktober2024 #inktober 2024 #qsmp pomme #qsmp dapper #I really wanna post my writing ideas on here and just post more in general #I keep saying that and I need to make it a reality lmao #OH I JUST WANT TO CLARIFY I was going for a black and white with 3 outfit colors kind of look which is why Pomme doesn’t have a skin color #next time if I draw her I’ll shade her in with grey I was stupid and wasn’t thinking 🥲🥲🥲🥲

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thejestersnight · 2 years ago

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i honestly feel like dropping my two cents on the whole playfellowxxx thing, i dunno why, but it sort of makes me feel uncomfortable in a way? knowing that welcome home has the opportunity to leave that sort of pure and whole community and to morph into something alike to every other fandom. the welcome home community is one of the nicest i’ve ever involved myself in, ever since night mind posted his first video, and i dunno, i sort of enjoyed how sweet everybody was. but now everybody has free reign to nsfw and a darker side to the community, and i dunno, makes me feel a little sad :( does it let people enjoy what they like more publicly? hell yeah! and that’s totally okay, but i feel like that constant reminder is going to lurk in the back of my mind and everybody else’s, and that sweet, wholesome content is going to morph into constant sexual stuff and it’s all people are going to focus on, completely forgetting the plot points of welcome home, the characters’ lores, etc. i don’t know, i just hope people will use the playfellowxxx tag sparingly, and it won’t become the main center point of the fandom, because we barely even know 5% of the whole story, and everybody has so much done already!! a whole thriving community, which i already wasn’t super fond of, making up plot points, etc... i don’t know, in the end? i sort of wish welcome home stayed small, although i can’t really be too mad. there’s so many wonderful artists, and i met my wonderful boyfriend through it, and there’s so much lovely content of the characters that i love. in the end? it’s a mixed bag, i don’t know how to feel about it, but i hope clown didn’t feel pressured to make the tag for the people who wanted it. i hope clown continues workshopping welcome home and doesn’t let the overbearing presence of everybody overwhelm him too much. eh, whatever, i just wanted to post my thoughts. have some barnaby doodles :)

#welcome home #barnaby b beagle #just me writing down silly thoughts #i need to get better at drawing him #sobs

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madmadder · 6 months ago

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Hey friend!!

1. What’s it like being so close to the Olympics? (I’ve seen some of your posts and it sounds wild, hopefully it’s sorta fun)

2. What Olympic events would you think your paras would do well in? What events would you like to see them do for fun?

Hi!! Thanks for the ask mutie 🥰

1. Well thank GOD I'm on vacation this week because let me tell you it's hell for us. We can't even drive around Paris because they're blocking parts of our roads 😭 and just silly daily things like train tickets went TWICE AS EXPENSIVE and not just for the tourists but for the locals too :< we are very angry at our shitty government

2. Good thing you put that second it puts me in a GREAT mood! I think my pretty Victor would do great in ice dancing, he has won an international competition that was sorta like the Olympics so. Also two of his boyfriends are ice dancing champions! (I blessed him with three boyfriends) Victor also does gymnastics so maybe that as well. And I would not let him get a shitstorm because he's trans. (Because I've already done it to traumatize him once)

The boy 👇🏻

And well I have a new para that popped just a couple days ago (it was because of a doodle by @blopnsfw who I tag because I admire them so much and they're French and and and big fan here hi :))) I am shy)

ANYWAY this para is a fencing boi and he does competitions, I can totally picture him entering the Olympics!

I started doodling him but it's far from done, here he is! I'm very excited about him

(I haven't added color yet but he's black with tiny freckles, very cool)

I also have a few paras in a medieval kingdom to satisfy my fantasy cravings, so I assume they'd get all the medals with their swords and bows 😂 my para Cookie also does parkour with their brother so why the hell not. And I have a few that are good with guns, they could steal medals with their talent :> my para Simon also does basketball- look they're all better than me. At everything.

Oh oh oh and I have surfer paras! Proof right here

Anyway I have too many paras the Olympics would be a MESS. Thanks again for the ask :))

#maladaptive daydreaming #maladaptive daydreamer #paras #para: victor #para: percy #para: asher

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sunnydaleherald · 10 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, April 2

Dreg: It's strange. A body might ask what exactly it is you think you're doing. He might ask what all this was meant to accomplish. Because to a humble postulant, it looks like chaos. Like unnecessary attention drawn where it ought not to be. Ben: (angrily) Get out! Dreg: Sir. Sir, forgive me. I just want to understand. Why summon the Queller? Ben: What do you think? Because I'm cleaning up Glory's mess. Just like I've done my whole damn life.

~~Buffy Season 5 Episode #87: "Listening To Fear"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Pipes and Debts (Buffy/Spike, T) by veronyxk84

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Watching of Watchers Ch. 1 (Spike/Drusilla, T) by Scar_Eve

Bad Blood |BTVS| Book Two Ch. 18 (OC, Ensemble, unrated) by BrunetteMarionette

Weight of the World Ch. 3 (Buffy/Spike, unrated) by Enigmatist

Love Lives Here Ch. 43/100 (Buffy/Summers, E) by Passion4Spike

No Going Back Ch. 18 (Willow/Tara, M) by Tru2urheart

Goodbye to Everything That I Knew Ch. 27/30 (Buffy/Spike, M) by My_Barbaric_Yawp

lost behaviours of a self-destructive mind Ch. 6 (Buffy/Xander, Buffy/Spike, M) by EmilytheSlayer

Staying Afloat Ch. 2 (Willow/Oz, T) by dwinchester

In Case You Haven't Noticed... CH. 8 (Buffy/Giles, E) by Sdhuskerfan

… A Stranger I Go Hence Ch. 11 (Faith/OC, M) by MalkMcJorma

Recommencer Ch. 10 (Buffy/Faith, M) by FridayQueen

If We Could Freeze Time Ch. E (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

Do as Romans do Ch. 23 (Dawn/Spike, T, French language) by OldGirl-NoraArlani

One Girl in All the World Ch. 43 (Buffy/Faith, T) by Brenna's Urbangirl Projects

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 96 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

Early One Morning , Chapter 29 (Buffy/Spike, E) by all choseny

Dusk Rising, Chapter 38 (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

Key Moment, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by mcgnagallsarmy

The Boyfriend Swap, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine Eden

Hello Cutie, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

Forever and Always?, Chapter 21-25 (Buffy/Spike, M) by scratchmeout

Bang, Chapter 16-20 (Buffy/Spike, E) by scratchmeout

Bad Idea, Right?, Chapter 16-20 (Buffy/Spike, M) by scratchmeout

Sculpture of Dance , Chapter 7-10 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Desicat

Family Business, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by ClowniestLivEver

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Spike from Buffy isn’t actually a bad poet; he was just born in the wrong generation. by penny-anna

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when Buffy called frappuccinos “trendy, but tasty!” I thought it was funny the first time. by zorilleerrant

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Faith and Angel was such a good relationship by bloomfish

The scene in season seven where Buffy is expressing to Spike that she’s happy he hit Faith is actually so painful to me. by fictiongods

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 2 years ago

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who's your fave BSD character and why?

what's your fave work of fiction?

Oppenheimer or Barbie?

Do you write OG stories too?

In your fanfictions, would you rather write fluff or angst?

do you have a best friend?

when writing, do you focus on plot first or characters first?

also how do you do such good analyses on characters with barely any screentime JFIRGR is that like a psych major thing? hehe anyways..

laast question: do you have a pet? TT and what's one problem (external or internal) that you want to fix in your life?

(lmao those are two last questions but uhm, yeah.)

(sorry for the rambles, im just bored and rlly curious TT)

Oh hello! It’s cool I don’t mind!

Favourite BSD character: This is really tricky because every time I think I have a favourite I remember something really cool about another character… I don’t think there’s a single character who I don’t find interesting. In terms of writing I really like Kyouka, Mushitarou, and Akutagawa. Atsushi I would actually hang out with and I am prepared to defend as an excellent protagonist. I also really like Yosano, Chuuya, Teruko, Ranpo, and Odasaku! Also my extremely overlooked fave is H. G. Wells from 55 Minutes… I love her so much she’s so cool…

Favourite work of fiction: Hmm… you know I’m honestly not sure I could pick a favourite. I’ve read a lot of stuff and watched a lot of things… however for the purposes of this blog I have been overrun by Trigun emotions and Hatoful Boyfriend had a death grip on me for most of high school.

Barbenheimer: Probably I’ll go see Barbie at some point. I actually don’t watch a lot of movies but this one seems pretty cool!

Do you write OG stories: Ohh how do I answer this…? Yes 100%. I have so many original plots in my head, and I have tried to write them several times. I have one ongoing right now on my side blog called The Capture of Light… I’ve been very slow to update but it’s there. My oldest story that I’ve been working on is a series called the Interworld… I’ve been working on it and revising it since I was 13. I worry it’s too needlessly convoluted though. The problem is that I’m never satisfied so I keep scrapping and restarting it… so can I really say I write them? :/

Fluff or angst: Angst all the way. I like to write suffering, but I generally will write in a bittersweet hopeful ending. :) Depends on what’s tonally appropriate though.

Best friend: Yes I do have a best friend! I’ve known her for 9 years now. She’s actually on here; her account is @doodle-storm. She doesn’t update a lot but I’m sure she’d appreciate it if you checked out her art or said hi. :)

Plot or characters first: I make a rough plot outline with key points I have to get to, then I make detailed character notes and designs. The way I see it, the best way to make sure your plot stays cohesive is to make sure you know your character’s motives at all times. That way, even if the plot winds up changing a bit, I still have a good idea of how the characters will react, no matter what situation I put them into. If I can transplant them into any random scene or situation and know how they’ll respond, I feel comfortable that I know them well enough to write.

Analyses: Hahaha, honestly the psych knowledge helps but… I think that might just be me. I’ve kind of always done stuff like this it’s just now I have people who actually read it instead of telling me to shut up ehehe. I think the key is to isolate the main themes of the story. A good story will have its characters all model or echo these themes in some way. From there, it’s a lot easier to read character motivations, even if they don’t have a lot of screen time. Another important thing to remember is “explanation not justification”. You should be able to explain the motive behind a character’s actions. This does not mean they’re justified. This really helps with analyzing villains or morally grey characters. It also helps you to understand people in real life!

Pets: None unfortunately. 😞 If I weren’t allergic to cats I would have a cat though. I love cats. They also tend to headbutt my legs a lot so I think they tend to like me too. I have to resist the urge to pet them every time. …I fail. Every time. I go home and sneeze for two hours with itchy eyes. It was worth it.

Problem I wish I could fix in my life: Well I have some mental health problems so I guess I wish I could. Not have those. Yeah. I’m looking for support about it. I’m trying. Hehe.

This was fun! Thank you! Can I shoot some of these questions back at you? I’d love to hear your answers! :D

#thanks for the ask!#storyrambles #q&a time I suppose! :D #kind of like a very belated get to know me

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megumishotgf · 1 year ago

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megumi bf headcanons!! ☄. *. ⋆

summary: headcanons for boyfriend! megumi because i am in love with him and he is perfect (i listened to scott street while writing to this and i cried).

warnings: no warnings!! fem! reader who's also a jujutsu sorcerer.

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megumi is the type of boyfriend to show you how much he cares through his actions. he’s incredibly thoughtful and though he has his moments, can struggle with expressing his feelings verbally.

he keeps everything from your dates - cinema tickets, old receipts, blurry polaroids, scrunched-up notes to napkins you doodled on. everything is so special to him because it’s you.

you’d be his first relationship and he does so much research because he wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you (spoiler: he is). gumi’s first gift to you once a book you had mentioned wanting to read, which he read first and annotated beautifully for you. at the end left a little message about his feelings which was enough to bring you to tears.

gumi constantly brings you flowers. whether it’s to your dorm or place back home or even placing a single rose on your desk. loves to leave them in random locations for you to find (he’ll watch from afar sometimes and adore how your eyes light up). will also send you pictures of pretty flowers he sees throughout the day and probably make a comment like they’re pretty like you :)

constant teasing from nobara and yuji… but they are secretly so jealous of what you two have. one time you all drank together and they cried drunken tears over ‘how cute you guys are!’

once he’s comfortable with you, megumi adores physical affection. his favourite place to be is snuggled into your chest. keeps the pda to a minimum but will always hold your hand or have a hand on your back when you’re walking together.

especially on cold days - he’ll take your hand straight away, intertwining your fingers and keeping your cold hand in his pocket (but not before giving your hand a quick kiss before).

megumi follows you around everywhere. especially true if you’re more outgoing than him. will join you everywhere and anywhere. you’re craving fast food in the middle of the night? he’s on his way. you wanna go shopping and have someone carry your bags the whole time? already done. you wanna go to a friend’s party? you’ll be leaving early anyway because you prefer being alone with your boyfriend anyway.

genuinely doesn’t see himself as attractive which obviously shocks you. like come on - you have the most astonishing eyes, a jawline that was chiselled by god herself and the most beautiful features ever and you are so respectful and kind. what do you mean!! megumi you are literally the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen!!

it’ll take a little while for megumi to get comfortable with expressing his emotions. he needs to be reminded that it’s okay to feel upset about things and to express it outwardly. more importantly, he doesn’t have to pretend around you. you love every part of him and would do anything to help him.

takes months for him to cry in front of you but eventually it happens one gloomy night. you spent the rest of the night with him against your chest, caressing his hair soothingly and reminding him it’s okay and this feeling will pass. and even once it does, you’ll still be here <3

if you’re the one upset, megumi will drop everything to be with you. if his girl is upset then he has to cuddle her and give her plenty of kisses - this is a law of the universe. particularly likes giving forehead kisses.

it would mean the world to him if you got to know tsumiki - you’re probably already close with yuji, nobara and gojo and you know how important tsumiki is to megumi. it’ll be super easy because she’s just so kind and caring. she’ll be so grateful to you for making megumi so happy (in my head she is literally fine let me be delusional)

megumi livens up just by being around you - he’s smiling and laughing and talking much more than usual. but he also loves to sit and listen to you, especially if you’re rambling about your interests. likes having deep and intellectual conversations with you, especially over books.

his heart melts when you call him gumi (but only you. consequently when you address him just as megumi he feels like he’s in trouble.) this is the cutest nickname ever i’m actually bawling

but also loves when you use pet names. it’ll take him a while to get comfortable enough to use them himself. but after a certain point will use baby and sweetheart.

refers to you as ‘my girl’ from the start but only when you’re not around. shocks everyone around him because how is megumi being so cute and lovey?

people often say megumi is emotionally detached but in actuality, he’s really sensitive. feels a lot but keeps it really well hidden. you’ve had to correct people more than once when they make the assumption because ain’t nobody dissing your man.

similarly, gumi will defend you to the ends of the earth. jokingly (?) brings up his middle school phase if anyone is bothering you. would fight for you but knows it would worry you sick so he holds back. although, people often refrain from bothering you in public because megumi can be kind of scary (to anyone but you, you think that’s impossible!)

his shikigami love you - especially the demon dog(s). they’re basically your babies at this point and will often accompany you on dates to the park or picnics. will summon them whenever you’re upset or stressed and loves to see you smile and giggle over them.

princess treatment only - gumi always holds your bags, will carry you when your feet hurt or over big puddles, packs an extra jacket of his for you (even if you insist you won’t be cold), brings you your favourite snacks all the time, keeps a note in his phone of all your usual orders and your likes and dislikes, takes pictures of you everywhere and keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet and you’re all over the walls of his dorm and on his phone wallpaper and omg…

in conclusion megumi is the perfect man the only man to exist ever and i can’t stop crying over him i would give up everything for him to be happy

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #megumi headcanons #megumi my beloved

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sometimesanalice · 1 year ago

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Jordannn! Now I know you don't like fuss, but I am absolutely going to fuss for a moment. [enter fuss]

I've told you before and I'll tell you again that getting your reblog of Oh Christmas Tree (look I even linked The One!) like properly sent me in a full thrilled tizzy! I was too shy to really try and engage with anyone outside of reblogging fics and leaving comments, but I always admired the way you took the time to leave people such thoughtful and supportive comments and I remember thinking "oh I hope she sees this and likes it". And I nearly chucked my phone when I got the notification and read it! I thought I was one and done, but having someone whose work I loved reading telling me they enjoyed my own first attempt at writing for fun really encouraged me to try it again and see if I still had something worth writing! (the piano fic came next and then was shelved for Like I Can, but I was excited to learn I had more words and stories in me! so thank you for that!)

Your support on my very first fic and on every fic ever since has meant the world to me! And I'm so happy I get to call you a friend (on tumblr and off!) [end fuss]

now back to your previously scheduled program and pink trees for you:

Plus, you know that you can get Bradley to put it up for you- even though he hates the feeling of glitter on his hands- if you offer to make him an Old Fashioned in exchange. - this is such a cute detail! every time i’ve read this part i’ve always smiled- I just love a cheeky girl who knows how to get her way and a hunky aviator boyfriend who would do anything for her (with or without the bribe) including getting the herpes of the crafting world all over his big hands.

But because it was one of the many ways he showed you just how important you were to him, just how much he paid attention to you. // It was something you had only ever mentioned once in passing, but that’s who Bradley Bradshaw is. The type of man who goes above and beyond for the people he loves. - i reread the first part the other day and got butterflies again 🤭🤭 he was so sweet and thoughtful! like she said, she mentioned it once and he remembered!-- like there's a difference between listening and remembering! And that man is a REMEMBERER. He's soaking up all those details and making a mental rolodex. I think because he's lost so many important people in his life, that when he recognizes that someone matters to him, he wants to memorize and hold onto everything.

You would gladly never have a real tree again as long as it meant that Bradley got to be yours forever. - get the fuck OUTTE of here!!!-- miss ma'am would give up her pine tree scented candles too if that's what it takes!

And of course, there was also a copy of the house key dangling on a pretty pink velvet ribbon. - this part was for me wasn’t it 😉- HAPPY ACCIDENT BUT CLEARLY MEANT TO BE! (the way I SQUEALEDDDDD when I saw that pink tree you doodled on the package!) But also, like just a reminder of how similar we are! (that was some luxe ribbon! and I'm obsessed with it! omg should I use it to tie the bronco to my tree??? could you imagineeeeeee)

On the mantle of that fireplace were ivory knit stockings embroidered with your name and his - POTTERY BARN OR?!!?-- only the best for these festive babes! bradley even got to pick the embroidery font!

The two of you have been together for almost a year and a half, but the way Bradley kisses you still sets off butterflies in your stomach and makes your heart flutter. - well it’s also giving me them and i wanna scream?? and when she describes the kisses??? ‘there you are’ kisses was my fave-- them? as in Them Them?! ahhhh! But I'm still swooning over her different categories. She memorizes them the way that bradley memorizes the little things about her 💖

You’d even signed up early to try and get a spot in the queue and it still had kicked you out with empty hands. - LOVE this little detail! and that even 1000s of miles away, bradley still took care of things and had nat get them!-- he's such a man written by a woman (literally) BUT WE LOVE HIM FOR IT, lololol! I bet that their last Christmas was still on his mind and he was looking at all the local announcements and Travel San Diego accounts for inspiration on what to do this year. The man also had a PLAN.

You make a little squeal in delight as you throw your arms around his neck to hug him and he laughs. It’s the best sound in the world to you. - STOP!!!! i know she could feel the rumbles of laughter in his chest when she was hugging him- SO BIG SO BROAD SO WARM SO RUMBLY

In the Spring, he had built you a bunch of raised garden beds in the backyard for you to grow whatever you wanted. - LEAVE! NOW! this is so tender! but also i love how you take us through the year with the seasons!-- I was really excited to share a peek at what their year looked like together! like they're my holiday couple but I wanted to show them outside of Christmas (or their first halloween, lol). But also, this is vvvvvv much my most indulgent fic series (where's my garden beds built by a handsome man???) 👩🏻‍🌾

“You seemed to enjoy that Leprechaun Run you did with Jake and I saw that there was an Ugly Sweater Fun Run today and I signed us up, we have to be there in an hour.” “Bradley, you didn’t,” you say with a gasp, sitting up like you’ve been struck by lightning. - PLSSSSSSS this would also send my heart racing (derogatory)-- THIS IS NOT THE WAKE UP SHE LIKES TO HAVE. there's no running in december, only eggnog and peppermint flavoring and treats. He was almost a single man for Christmas, lol (but really if he had been serious she would have been like "well you better call Jake to make sure he's there on time to run with you, lol)

…to check out some of the decorated boats docked for the Parade of Lights. - i’m so impressed by all the research that went into this!-- you and I are research girlies!

They’d greeting him with that head nod that only men seem to exchange, like you got roped into this too, huh?, but what they didn’t know was that being there had been his idea. - absolute NERDDDDDDD i love him “mr raised beds i think my girlfriend smell like sunshine!”-- he is so smittennnnnnn! my girl likes flowers, we're going to play with flowers. and you KNOW he was so smug when he saw some of those other arrangements from the other men. the 1%!

By the end of class, he knows his ears are pink because of how much you’re showering him with praise and gushing over his arrangement. - PRAISE KINK???-- he's got the praise kink, she's got the competency kink, it's a match made in heaven!!

You slip your hand in his with a grin, “Virtue and Moir better watch out.” - don’t…don’t drag me back down that rabbit hole again-- just file it under: things I will never get over. THE CHOKEHOLD THEY HAD/HAVE ON ME (but also lets talk about the moulin rouge routine!)

And if you faked a couple wobbles so that he’d put his arm around you, it was worth the sacrifice of trying to look graceful. - it’s only weaponized incompetence if they other person doesn’t want to do it-- and we know how much this man is the physical touch as a love language type. he can't help himself if he's handsy. so he definitely doesn't mind in the least! plays into his hero complex too, haha

Your wrist had been killing you and you hated being the reason that Rooster’s leg hand been bouncing anxiously next to you in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. - 🥺🥺-- directors cut: so this part is still a bit heavier than I wanted it to be, but I had written a whole bit where the parents of the jerk of a kid (who was definitely causing mayhem on PURPOSE) comes over to apologize (while their kid is still terrorizing others on the ice mind you) and she's like tryign to mollify the situation and bradley just is all tense and tight jawed. but it wasn't the vibe, but just know he was biting his tongue. so even though as it is it's not quite the fluffy whoopsie daisy i'd imagined, i do like how it reflects the first fic? like he's upset he "ruined christmas" and here she's just as upset she "ruined" their perfect day.

You’d gone with a white and pink stripped candy cane inspired look to match the tree, Bradley. - i can hear her saying this (also smart aleck 1000% would too)- it's the theme! it's the vibe! also when they watch the 2000 Grinch movie she points out the candy cane girls like she's one of them now.

(another director's cut: in the hubbub I think he totally forgot that Nat and Jake had set up the other two trees. like he was more concerned about her than his proposal plans. the other daggers stopped blowing up his phone around the time they arrived to the ice rink, not wanting to bother him knowing what he was planning to do when they got home afterwards. So as he's getting her up the stairs (she even notes that the glow seems brighter) he realizes that the trees are there and all lit up. His shoes are definitely still on when he "stubs" his toe after he drops some choice language, lol. And then he's like trying to hustle her up as quick as he can because he's not proposing while she's coming down off the twilight juice and there's no goo explanation for why theres now 3(!) pink trees in their living room. But I need to go back in and edit it to clear that up a bit, lol)

He’s already looking on his phone for other options, sitting on the bathroom floor next to you as you soak in the tub, when he feels your fingers thread through his hair and he leans into your touch. - oh my god this is DARLING!!!! 🤭🤭 i love this image so much and then she plays with his hair!!! and he plays with hers!!! it’s such a sweet mirror from part 1-- so when I was drafting I knew I wanted it to be a dual POV again like the first one, but I couldn't figure out what was needed to fill in his part for this last bit, but I loved the idea of it mirroring the first part. Of him sitting next to her, while she soaks (he's still the one getting his pretty hair pet, but they both like it, haha). Like they can't ease the pain or fix the past, but they can just BE with each other, and it's lovely and soft and domestic and 🥰

“But the instructor was so sweet, Roos. I told her that the dahlias were your mom’s favorites and then she went to the back and got me a bunch.” - i love how thoughtful and intentional both of them are with each other? they’re both definitely an acts of service couple and it’s sweet to see the parallels-- I think what I loved most about this was that in the moment while they were there, she didn't take the credit for making it happen? like she wanted them because she knew they'd matter to him, and that was enough? She didn't need the praise or thanks, she just wanted something nice for him. but then her loose lips let it slip and he puts it together himself?? and we love a girls supporting girls moment!

And there standing in front of them is Bradley, barefoot in his favorite sweatpants in your cozy living room of the home he’s made with you looking like a daydream. - OF THE HOME HE’S MADE WITH YOU!!!! get OUTTE this is so lovely! he is so lovely!!! and the fact that he’s barefoot actually is so sweet and soft!!!-- i want to live in this moment! (idk what it is about men barefoot padding around the house, but like IT GETS TO ME. like it's so oddly domestic to me?? idk how to explain it but it does something to my brainnnn)

You can almost see his heart that he is wearing on his sleeve. His pretty honey brown eyes are tracing over every inch of your face, almost like he is trying to commit every microcosm of your expression to memory. - STOP THIS!!!!! HE IS SO PRETTY AND SWEET AND EARNEST!!! HE WANTS TO SHARE AND LIFE WITH HER!! SHE MAKES HIM HAPPY WITH HER BIG HEART!!!-- did i tear up writing that proposal, yes. i admit it without shame. (now i have to go reread it, brb. anddddd i'm back) and you KNOW just the face he is wearing (it's a mix of good student bradley and final scene bradley)

You know the matching pair of diamond earrings that Bradley had gotten for you as your Christmas gift are shining just as bright. - oh HELLL yes-- HE IS SO CHEEKY FOR IT!! when he teases her about it he hadn't gotten them yet, he did it for the bit! but also because he already had the big diamond, he didn't need a payment plan or anything!

The marquise diamond had belonged to his mom, but he had had it reset in gold with a halo of diamonds around it for you. He’d even bought a pink velvet box to put it in for the occasion. - oh he’s PERFECT!!! that’s so coquette too i’m obsessed-- he likes a theme too! he knows the pantone color of the year!

also here it is:

Anywayyyssssssss, 💖💖💖💖💖💖 you!

Make You Mine This Season

Summary: It’s your second Christmas with Bradley and the holidays are always better with him by your side. After the perfect day out, you come home with a new accessory- just not the one you were hoping for.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 8K

Warnings: so much fluff and some allusions to smut and a cast that looks like a candy cane.

(Author’s Note: set in the Oh, Christmas Tree universe, can be read on its own)

You can’t fight the smile on your face as you watch Bradley studiously stare at the Christmas tree with a delicate glass icicle ornament dangling from his long finger.

“I think it need to go a little to the left, Roos,” you say, watching the way the little golden thread attached to it gleams from the many strands of white lights he had spun around it earlier in the afternoon.

The contrast between your handsome Naval aviator boyfriend and the very large, very fluffy pink Christmas tree he had bought for you would never not thoroughly charm you.

“Here?” he asks, moving the dainty icicle to the left per your suggestion.

“Maybe just a bit up?”

Bradley moves it and holds it up to a spot near the little glass Hawaiian shirt ornament you’d gotten for him. He was so amused by it that he’d given it what he called a place of honor on the tree.

“Hmm, no. I think back to the right and down a smidge.”

He turns and shoots you a smirk over his broad shoulder, “Ok, now you’re just messing with me.”

And then he hangs it on the tree with a flourish.

You laugh when he steps back and gives a dramatic sweep of the hand that would put Vanna White to shame.

Ever the showman.

He had been so excited when he’d found the ornaments in the storage locker he’d kept in Virginia earlier in the summer when the two of you had taken a quick trip to there to pack up the remaining things he’d left behind and bring them home.

The sleeves on the flannel plaid shirt he is wearing are rolled up highlighting his forearms and that snug fitting tank and the ridges of his abs on full display. You’d taken the liberties to sneak in a few glances as he’d bent over to grab ornaments out of the large plastic storage container you keep them in.

It’s an easy choice to abandon the silvery glittery Fa-la-la-la garland that you had been working on hanging on that tricky bit of wall space beneath the stairs to come stand next to him by the tree.

Plus, you know that you can get Bradley to put it up for you- even though he hates the feeling of glitter on his hands- if you offer to make him an Old Fashioned in exchange.

He drapes his arm over your shoulders and drops a kiss to the top of your head as you wrap your arms around his waist, the two of you taking a moment to admire the pretty twinkling tree in front of you with Bob Hope crooning softly on the background.

You love this tree.

And not because it is the most wonderfully ostentatious thing you’ve ever seen. Or because he’d surprised you with it when he asked you to move in with him the year before. But because it was one of the many ways he showed you just how important you were to him, just how much he paid attention to you.

Bradley kept asking what you wanted for Christmas this year, but you’d been avoiding giving him an answer.

Because he was the only thing on your list this year.

You would gladly never have a real tree again as long as it meant that Bradley got to be yours forever.

His allergy to pine trees had taken both of you by surprise last year. Before that chaotic afternoon last December, he had never had a real tree before, but it didn’t take long until his normally sunkissed skin has been covered in angry red hives.

And that gorgeous seven-foot Noble Fir that you had selected from the Christmas tree lot had quickly become Jake’s gorgeous seven-foot Noble Fir.

But you’ll never forget that magical moment when you had walked into his cozy living room to see that candy colored confection of a tree for the first time and how proud Bradley had been to be the one to make your dreams of a pink tree Christmas come true.

It was something you had only ever mentioned once in passing, but that’s who Bradley Bradshaw is. The type of man who goes above and beyond for the people he loves.

Last year, the two of you had just picked up a couple boxes of basic multicolored bobbles to hang on the tree. But this year, your pretty pink tree has some new decorations that you’d collected along the way since then.

The sparkling frosty mug was something he’d found at the airport on the way back from when you’d taken him home to meet your parents for the first time. To no one’s surprise, they’d loved him. He’d had a lot of fun at the breweries you’d taken him to and you liked getting to see a tipsy and pink cheeked Bradley Bradshaw.

There was a blue miniature model toy Bronco with a bottle-brush Christmas tree hanging out the back was one you’d recently found at a Christmas market you went to with Nat and Bob the previous weekend. You’ve never handed over your credit card for something so quickly before in your life.

There was even a shiny shamrock that Jake had picked up to commemorate your first- and last- Leprechaun Run.

It was a promise you were coerced into making in exchange for Jake’s help and the use of his truck to move your things into Bradley’s place the weekend after you happily agreed to live in with him. You were planning on waiting until after the beginning of the New Year, but Rooster wouldn’t hear of it. You were able to hold off for a few days, but he’d made some rather compelling points with his mouth that had swayed your mind pretty quickly.

That New Year’s Eve, he’d kissed you properly and thoroughly surrounded by a dozen half-unpacked brown cardboard boxes.

You thought Hangman would have forgotten about it, but it turns out the only person that had forgot was a you, because you’d nearly spit out your beer mid-sip when he’d slapped down the race bib in front of you at the Hard Deck one evening in March.

It was just as terrible as you’d imagined it would be and worse. Not even the four-leaf clover bobble headband you’d worn had cheered you up even the slightest.

The term fun run was an oxymoron and you were willing to die on that a hill.

And of course, there was also a copy of the house key dangling on a pretty pink velvet ribbon. The one he’d originally given you was a permanent fixture on your key ring.

“So what’s the verdict, sweetheart? How did I do? Is it fluffed enough?” he asks, pulling back to look down at you.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” you say grinning up at him.

You’ve loved his homey Craftsman since the first time you’d stepped inside it with all of its warm wooden paneling around the entryways and ceiling beams. The hand tiled fireplace was mostly for aesthetics rather than functionality. You’d filled it with a display of tall pillar candles, but there’d been a couple of occasions where the two of you had stacked it with wood picked up from the grocery store and had the sounds of its crackles and pops serving as the soundtrack to your cozy night in.

You loved it even more now that your books were mixed in with his on the bookshelf. On top of his upright piano there were framed pictures of you and him and of all your friends and family. On the mantle of that fireplace were ivory knit stockings embroidered with your name and his.

This was your home now too, pink Christmas tree and all.

“The best thing, huh?” he says, amused.

“Maybe second best,” you muse, sliding your hand into the back pocket of his snug jeans, “Those Danny Zuko shorts you wore last Halloween still live rent free in my head.”

“I’ve still got those short-shorts, you just say the word and I’ll go put them on for you anytime.”

You snort a laugh and pull him down for a kiss.

The two of you have been together for almost a year and a half, but the way Bradley kisses you still sets off butterflies in your stomach and makes your heart flutter.

Soft kisses. Passionate kisses. Hello kisses. See you soon- never goodbye- kisses. Just because kisses. There you are kisses. Never stop kissing me kisses. All of them turn you upside down just like a snow globe.

He pulls away first, looking to the tree again contemplatively, “You know, the more I look at this the I feel like something is missing.”

You skim over the tree with its warm glow from the many strands of lights, the sparkling ornaments, the glinting icicles, and the delicate bejeweled snowflake tree topper. Short of tying on a few bows for the fun of it, there’s nothing more you think this tree needs.

“I might have tucked a little something in the piano bench,” Rooster says with a nod towards his well-loved upright, “Why don’t you take a look.”

You try and fail to ignore the swoop in your stomach as you walk up to the bench. You already know that you want to be his forever and the two of you are on the same page about it, but you don’t want to get your hopes up. You’re trying to be practical, realistic.

But the heart wants what the heart wants, and your heart wants him.

The seat creaks open as you lift the lid open with a not-so-steady hand, and sitting inside a small box filled with iridescent filler are the prettiest pair of ceramic ice skates you’ve ever seen. You lift the dainty ornament from the box to see that they dangle from a couple ribbons that have been tied together in a lovely bow at the top. They even have a little white fluff lining the rims of boot.

It was one of the things you missed most about home, your town had a little outdoor rink that was set up every year. You weren’t the greatest skater and it had been a few years since you’d laced up a pair of boots, but it had always been one of your favorite traditions growing up.

“Oh Bradley, they’re so lovely,” you say with a dreamy sigh, “I love it, thank you!”

You admire them for another moment taking in all their little details before hanging them up on the pink tree near his little Hawaiian shirt ornament in a place of honor on the tree.

“I have another surprise for you,” he says with a grin, looking very proud of himself.

“Oh? When did you become such a man of mystery?” you tease.

“Gotta keep my girl on her toes,” Rooster winks, sliding a finger through your belt loop to pull you closer before wrapping his arms around you. “You know how Hotel del Coronado has that ice-skating rink set up now?”

Of course you did.

The tickets went on sale a little over seven weeks ago and time slots had sold out in five minutes. You’d even signed up early to try and get a spot in the queue and it still had kicked you out with empty hands.

“Yeah,” you say slowly, drawing out the word, looking up at him skeptically.

Bradley has been on a training detachment at the time, so there was no way Mr. One Percent could have gotten them when you couldn’t. There’s just no way.

You must say that part out loud or think it loud enough for him to hear you because that gorgeous smile of his gets devastatingly self-satisfied.

“I sure did, sweetheart-”

You jump up and cut him off with a kiss, he is quick to get his hands underneath you for support while your legs wrap around him.

“Oh my god, Bradley, how?” you ask excitedly between peppering kiss across his nose and cheeks.

“Ok, I can’t take full credit. I had some help,” he admits, clearly happy with your reaction, “Nat has, and I quote, ‘fast fingers’.”

You make a little squeal in delight as you throw your arms around his neck to hug him and he laughs. It’s the best sound in the world to you.

“What do you say, want to make a day of it? I might have a few things in mind for our San Diego Christmas. We’re a couple weeks early, but I’m feeling festive.”

You get too distracted by his smiling mouth to give him your answer then and there, but you remember to officially accept later that night in bed after your heart finally stops racing.

Convincing you to move in with him might be the best thing Bradley’s ever done.

Those cool Winter nights last year had tasted like bourbon and were spent wrapped up together on the couch and under the covers.

Your first big fight had been over whose Super Bowl team was going to win. There had been a lot of trash talk that night, but eventually a peace had been brokered. And really, no one was a loser when it came to orgasms.

In the Spring, he had built you a bunch of raised garden beds in the backyard for you to grow whatever you wanted. He’d learned that he had a bit of a green thumb when it came to zucchinis, a fact that irked you to no end because you could never get them to produce anything. He didn’t know sunshine had a scent until he could smell it on your skin with your hands covered in dirt and a smile on your facec.

And he was not surprised to learn that he was also very much a fan of your sundress collection.

The golden Summer days were spent at the beach and taking road trips to nowhere in the Bronco then the long way home. Rooster burned more often than he cared to admit, but you started keeping a container of aloe in the fridge for him. He’d never say no to have your soft hands on his body, your touch more soothing than the cooling gel could ever be.

That Fall he’d finally been able to go home with you for Thanksgiving. He’d met your family earlier in the year, but you’d been so proud to show him off at the official family gathering as you’d sipped on your cranberry mimosa. And after a year of planning, the two of you had finally been able to enact your Stealthy Soufflé Scheme.

He had been determined to get his girl that closely guarded recipe no matter what.

Your Aunt Christine had been putty in his hands with all of his yes, ma’ams and no, ma’ams and charming smiles and All-American golden boy aviator thing. You’d primed him on what things she was interested in and he had fully leaned into it, sweet talk and all. It didn’t hurt that she had been a big fan of the expensive bottles Syrah the two of you had brought with you.

You and your mom had been thrilled when he’d presented you with the handwritten copy of the coveted recipe. He had been happy to do it, but he didn’t mind the way you showed him your thanks later that night in your childhood bedroom.

He was the first boyfriend you’d ever had in there, and if he has his way, he’d also be the last.

Victory- and that not-so-secret-anymore corn soufflé recipe- never tasted so good.

The two of you had had a great first Christmas together last year, excluding the slight hiccup with the whole hives thing. And he knows he’s a bit of a perfectionist, but he wants to make this one even better.

He had let you sleep in as long as he could, but he was excited for all the festive things he had arranged for today.

“C’mon, sleepy girl. We’ve got plans,” he says, skimming a few soft kisses along your shoulder.

“Do those plans involve coffee?” you mumble sleepily into your pillow.

He chuckles and brushes back a few of the hairs that are stuck against your forehead, “Of course, it’ll be the first stop after.”

You peek up at him from under your silk eye mask, he’s always liked a slightly fussy girl. You’d even got him one for his deployments to help him sleep better on the carrier.

“After what, Roos,” you ask skeptically.

“You seemed to enjoy that Leprechaun Run you did with Jake and I saw that there was an Ugly Sweater Fun Run today and I signed us up, we have to be there in an hour.”

“Bradley, you didn’t,” you say with a gasp, sitting up like you’ve been struck by lightning.

You look so alarmed, clutching the top sheet to your chest, that he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“No, I didn’t. I promise,” he says, trying to pull you into his chest.

You shove lightly at his shoulder, “That was so rude of you, Bradley Peter Bradshaw.”

“Not the government name,” he smirks, leaning down to trail a couple kisses along your neck. He likes the way you always shiver when his mustache grazes that ticklish spot under your ear.

“Oh my god, I swear I just had a war flashback to that second mile when Jake tried to make me keep up with him,” you huff, leaning your head to the side to let him continue apologizing with his mouth, “You’re so lucky I’m even talking to you right now.”

“I am very lucky to have such a pretty, smart, and forgiving girlfriend. One who appreciates over the top Christmas decorations and brunch with themed cocktails.”

That piques your interest and you seem much more awake now for someone who usually needs at least two cups of coffee before becoming a fully functional human being, “Themed cocktails, you say?”

“Mhmm, they even have a Ho-Ho-Hot and Spicy Bloody Merry, spelled m-e-r-r-y,” he says with a smile, running a finger down the bridge of your nose. “But to get one, we have to get out of this bed and into the shower.”

“Sounds like it would be more efficient if we took one together, huh?” you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Plus I’m all about preserving the planet’s natural resources.”

The two of you were a little late getting out of the house, having worked up an appetite, but still manage to make it in time for the reservations he had made.

The restaurant had been swathed in miles of frosted evergreen garlands with so many oversized ornaments dangling and ribbons woven throughout that he wasn’t sure how it hadn’t come crashing down off the ceiling. Not an inch of it was left undecorated, it was all stands of lights and shiny wreaths and giant cellophane covered candies.

Brunch had been complete with a couple of those Bloody Merry’s he’d heard about from Coyote, as well as an order of Santa pancakes topped with a hat of strawberries tossed with orange zest infused syrup.

The Christmas radio station was playing all of your favorites and you were singing along as he zipped along the highway to the next stop.

The Ocean Beach Christmas tree was beloved for being San Diego’s unofficial response to the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Bob had told him he’d stumbled upon it on accident one day last year when he had been exploring his new city and learned about the tree’s forty-year history and had enthusiastically recommended that Rooster added it to his festive agenda.

Bradley loved the way your face lit up at the sight of it. The top of the massive tree was leaning to the right and looked straight out of Whoville the way it decorated with all kinds of blow up pool toys. There were beach balls galore, traditional ones and ones that looked like disco balls, a few parrots, and even one shaped like an electric guitar.

“Oh my god, look!” He looks up from the text message he was replying to and follows the line of your arm to where your finger is directing his gaze, “Another bird defying the laws of physics.”

And there tucked away up in the tree next to a blow-up globe is an inflatable rooster.

On the way back into town, two of you stopped by Mission Bay to grab some more coffee and walk around the marina to check out some of the decorated boats docked for the Parade of Lights. He’d heard about it from Penny, who had even participated in the event herself a few years ago.

You’d both agreed the one that had turned the tall mast of the sailing boat into a glowing Christmas tree was the clear winner.

The next stop was something Bradley knew you’d be really excited about.

He’d found out about the Christmas centerpiece floral arrangement class from Nat who had a crush on the florist who ran the little shop.

The class was filled with mostly women, but there were a couple other men scattered around. They’d greeting him with that head nod that only men seem to exchange, like you got roped into this too, huh?, but what they didn’t know was that being there had been his idea.

Rooster was slipping his phone back into his pocket when you returned back to your little round table with an arm full of various flowers and different greens, with not a pine frond in sight. He’d even called in advance to make sure that there wouldn’t be any involved, just in case.

You were divvying up the things that you’d gathered from the long farmhouse tables in the front between the two of you when his phone pings again.

“Rooster, is everything ok? I feel like your phone is going off a ton this afternoon,” you asked, putting down the white berry looking things to look at him, a little crease there between your eyebrows.

“Yeah, of course,” he’d said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Fanboy decided to invite chaos into the group chat by asking if a hot dog was a sandwich or not. It’s getting pretty contentious.”

You give him a look but go back to dividing the pile in front of you, moving on from the berry things to some small roses.

“Also, for the record, a hot dog is definitely a category of its own. You don’t call a hamburger a sandwich,” you’d replied, not missing a beat.

“You won’t hear me arguing with that logic.”

“Good. Because facts are facts, Bradley.”

He pulled out his phone again to give it one last quick skim before turning the volume down, before noticing what flowers you’d just set in front of him, “Hey, are those dahlias?”

You hold up a stem with a large deep burgundy flower for him, giving it a spin between your fingers, “They are! It’s a little late in the season for them, so I’m surprised to see them here. Aren’t they pretty?”

“Those were my mom’s favorites,” he’d said fondly, remembering a backyard from decades ago that was lined with around the edges with the flowers.

“Were they? Well, I’m glad I grabbed them then,” you said with a soft smile, before handing him a few more to work with.

By the end of class, he knows his ears are pink because of how much you’re showering him with praise and gushing over his arrangement. He’d even gotten a few supportive thumbs ups from some of the other people in class.

“Seriously, Bradley. It’s so lovely! I mean, look at those pinecones you tucked in it. I can’t wait to put it on the dining table!”

You wanted to swing by Mav and Penny’s place to drop yours off for them, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he managed to convince you that it could wait until tomorrow.

He couldn’t wait for the next part of your day together.

Bradley jogs around the front of the Bronco to open your door for you after he parks at the Hotel del Coronado. He gives you his hand to help you down from the car, instead you reach and pull his face to yours.

The kiss is like spun sugar, airy and sweet. He could taste the lingering peppermint from your latte earlier.

“What was that for,” he murmurs against you lips.

“I just really love you,” you sigh, nudging his nose with yours, “Today has been so perfect. I feel like I’m in one of my Christmas movies, except I know you’re not going to ask me to leave my job in the big city to help you run your grandmother’s failing bakery to only get paid in gingerbread and Christmas spirit.”

“Lucky for you, my grandma could barely make toast, so you’re spared from such a fate. You wouldn’t need that little Mini Cooper of yours in a town that only has one stoplight.”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “Well thank goodness for small miracles.”

“We’ve still got one more thing on the list. You ready for this?” Bradley asks, holding his hand out.

You slip your hand in his with a grin, “Virtue and Moir better watch out.”

You can’t say you’ve ever expected to see an ice rink set up with a display of white sand and sparkling blue ocean behind it. But it was easily one of the most magical things you’ve ever seen.

The sunset has painted the skies a beautiful display of cool blues, soft pinks, and dusky purples. The palm trees lining the rink have been done up in strands of white lights that crisscross over it above your heads. The mixture of happy laughter, Christmas songs piped over the sound system, and waves crashing served as the soundtrack to the moment.

And you’re trying desperately not to fall and make a fool of yourself.

It was more than a little humbling stepping onto the rink after having not had a pair of ice skates on for more than a decade. It had been awhile since your family had indulged in this particular tradition, but you figured it would be like riding a bike.

It’s almost laughable now how wrong you were.

“How are you so good at this?” you jokingly accuse as you wobble on your skates, yet again. Luckily, Bradley’s sturdy grasp on your hand keeps you from falling.

He laughs, “I thought you said you did this all the time growing up?”

“I did! I just never said I was good at it.” A kid whizzes past you- a little too close, a little too fast- and Bradley shoots a disgruntled look at his swiftly retreating figure. “You come from a snow state, it’s in your blood. You automatically have the advantage.”

“Are you thinking of the other V-state? Vermont?” he teases, easily gliding around you swapping spots so that you’re closer to the edge of the rink rather than the middle.

“It snows in Virginia, I googled it.”

“I mean, yeah, but not a ton,” he says, “But it wasn’t like I was hitting up the indoor rinks either.”

“So you’re telling me you’re just a natural?” You roll your eyes affectionately at him.

He winks at you, “You said it not me, sweetheart.”

You’d nearly melted on the sight when Rooster had knelt down in front of you and looked up at you with such a boyishly charming smile as he’d tied the laces of your rented ice skates.

It took a moment to get your hummingbird heart back under control after that.

After a few more laps around, you’re starting to feel like you’re falling into the rhythm of it. You’re still keeping an eye out for people and the older kid who had earned himself more than one glare from people trying to enjoy their time on the rink as he erratically bobbed and wove his way through them. But your strides are getting longer and the shifting motion from side to side is getting smoother. You could almost claim to be gliding.

You’d forgotten how much fun it was, but then again, Bradley always made everything better and brighter.

Your cheeks ache in the best way from how much smiling you’ve been doing today.

And if you faked a couple wobbles so that he’d put his arm around you, it was worth the sacrifice of trying to look graceful. He’s already seen you at your best and at your worst, so you didn’t think your lack of skill standing on a quarter of an inch of metal was going to scare him away.

Rooster is a few feet ahead of you showing off some of his fancy footwork and maybe if you hadn’t been so distracted by his smile you would have heard the aggressive woosh of the kid’s skates as he sped up behind you.

It had only been a matter of time.

He collides with you but keeps his balance and propels himself forward, not slowing his pace in the slightest before taking off again. Your feet slip out for beneath you and before you know it you’re extending your right arm down to try and break your fall.

You meet the ice hard.

You feel pop.

A rush of warmth.

And then throbbing.

The next five hours pass in a twinkling blur of heavy guilt and aching pain.

Bradley had gone through so much effort planning such a perfect day for you and you feel terrible about how it ended.

The wait at the hospital had been miserable. The lights were too glaring and the noises too loud. The garish green and red garland draped on the desk seemed to mock you as you’d gone through the motions of getting checked in.

Your wrist had been killing you and you hated being the reason that Rooster’s leg hand been bouncing anxiously next to you in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. He’d tried to hide it, but you’d seen that deep furrow between his brows. You’d almost cried when he started stroking the back your pain-free hand with this thumb. It wasn’t until they’d brought you back for X-rays and had given you a light dose of painkillers that the world had shifted back into the dreamy soft focus it had been like earlier in the day with Bradley when he’d taken you on all those perfect dates.

You didn’t know if he had planned anything else, all you knew is that everything had unraveled so quickly.

It’s an odd feeling like you could float away at any moment. The painkillers made you feel buoyant and light, yet you can feel the weight on your shoulders just the way you feel the weight of the cast on your wrist.

Even now as the candy-colored lights that he’d put up along the front of the house bounce off of his still perfect curls, he’s wearing the softest of smiles for you as he works to open the front door. His dreamy brown eyes are reflecting nothing back at you other than warmth and affection and care.

Your wonderful, loving, perfect boyfriend. Your perfect Bradley.

You know it’s not entirely the drugs fault the way you’re struck by just how pretty he is. You’ve always thought so, but here and now you’re simply mesmerized by him under the glow of the Christmas lights.

“I don’t think I’ve been called pretty before, sweetheart. But thank you,” Bradley says with a little amused chuckle.

“Well you are. And your hair. Bradley, it’s not fair.” The words are tumbling out of your loose lips.

“My hair isn’t fair?” he asks with a tilt of his head, holding open the front door for you.

“No, it’s not! You just wash it and it dries like that?” He takes your purse from you and sets it on the entry table before helping to ease off the heavier sweater jacket you were wearing from your shoulders. “I don’t think you get it. You’re pretty, but you’re so handsome too.”

He squats down in front of you and smiles up at you before helping to slip off your shoes, “I’ll take handsome too if it’s on the table, sounds like a nice combo.”

“Please, you sound like Jake now,” you giggle.

“Oh no, we can’t have that now can we,” he grins, “But at least I’m pretty and handsome, hopefully that’ll cushion the blow.”

And you just love him.

You love him for the way he loves you and takes care of you and tries to make you laugh when he knows you’re feeling down. You reach up to pull his face to yours when you are distracted by the thick cast on your arm.

“This wasn’t the accessory I was hoping for for Christmas,” you say with a sigh.

The panic that electrifies your body is immediate as your spine goes ramrod straight. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. You can almost see the words swirl and twirl around him, and you know there’s no way you can snatch them back from the way they hang in the air.

“Ohmygod. Oh my god, I didn’t mean to say that.” You’re so flustered now, so embarrassed. “Please pretend you didn’t hear that.”

But Bradley is looking at you with his eyes crinkled around the corners and his lips pressed together like he is trying to hold back a laugh with the way his cheeks are pulling up.

“Oh, did you want a pair of earrings?” he teases, cupping your face in his hand.

“Bradley,” you whine.

“C’mere, baby,” he laughs and pulls you into his chest. You wrap your arms around him and wonder briefly if he can feel the hard plaster of your cast pressed against his back. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, “You know you never did tell me what you wanted for Christmas.”

“Don’t need anything,” you murmur into the warmth of him.

He’s already all you’ve ever wanted.

As you make your way up the stairs, glow from your pretty pink tree seems brighter than usual. Normally, you’d take one last peek back at it before going to bed, but you’re still a bit wobbly on your feet. It’ll still be there waiting for you in the morning.

“Oh shit,” you hear him mutter from behind you.

“What’s wrong, Roos?”

“Ah- just stubbed my toe. C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.” The heavy tread of his footsteps is close behind you, you can almost feel the warmth of him at your back.

At you back. By your side. He’s the only person you’ll ever need.

They’d given you some of the strong stuff and he could tell that you were still floating in that sweet spot before all the gravity settles back into your bones.

The distal radius fracture in your right wrist meant that you’d be in the cast for the next six weeks. You’d gone with a white and pink stripped candy cane inspired look to match the tree, Bradley. While he wishes it wasn’t there in the first place, he thought the pattern you’d chosen was cute.

He’d quickly and quietly kicked off his shoes before he’d followed you into the bedroom. Hoping that you wouldn’t notice them, he’d take a disinfecting wipe to the floor and stairs tomorrow.

For as well as Rooster knew you, he felt a little out of his element because he knew you were hurting but he wasn’t sure what would make you feel better in that moment. When he offered to draw you a bath he’d instantly known it was the right choice by the look on your face.

So he’d made you one with all of your favorite products. The mound of bubbles he was able to achieve was truly impressive, if he did say so himself. He even dimmed the lights and lit a few candles for you.

Bradley had carefully wrapped up your cast in plastic wrap and secured the top with a rubber band. And the dejected pout on your face when you looked at it and called it an “unattractive arm condom” had nearly sent him over edge.

He��s already looking on his phone for other options, sitting on the bathroom floor next to you as you soak in the tub, when he feels your fingers thread through his hair and he leans into your touch.

“I really am jealous of your hair, you know. I’m sure there were a few of the girls at that floral class who were too.”

Your head is leaning back against the lip of the tub as you gaze at him, your hair wet from him washing it for you. He’d noticed the moment you realized how difficult it would be for you to do it yourself for the foreseeable future. But you brought out the optimistic side of him and he’d already come up with a solution, “I guess we’ll have to take more showers together then, so I can wash your hair for you. Plus, it’ll be good for the environment”. You’d laughed, and he was happy to see some of the light returning back into your eyes.

“I don’t know why when yours is so pretty,” he says, reaching out and lightly tugging on a lock of your hair.

“Did I tell you one of them asked me if you had a brother? She was honestly so put out when I said that you didn’t that I’m pretty sure she took the last of the dahlias out of spite when she saw me reaching for them. They didn’t even match her arrangement,” you say rolling your eyes, adjusting the way your plastic wrapped candy cane cast rested against the other side of the tub. “Like sorry not sorry, I’m not going to give you my boyfriend.”

“Was it the woman in the striped sweater?”

“Yes! It was her!”

Bradley had notice her checking him out a little too closely for a man who was clearly there another woman and happily taken.

“She had crazy eyes, I wouldn’t have wanted you to give me to her anyways.”

You snicker at that, “She did have crazy eyes.”

He makes a mental note to remember to grab the arrangements from out of the back of the Bronco before he goes to bed. He didn’t want anything to happen to them, but that could until after you were tucked in bed and asleep.

“But the instructor was so sweet, Roos. I told her that the dahlias were your mom’s favorites and then she went to the back and got me a bunch. She didn’t put them on the table or anything for anyone else, just handed them over to me for us to use. It was a real girls supporting girls moment, we bonded.”

He’s struck by the fact that you’d already known about his mom’s favorite flower. That you had let him think it was happenstance when really you had grabbed them because you’d known it would mean something to him. That you wanted to make it special for him when he was trying to make it a special day for you.

He didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than he already did, but you were so good at making him fall in love with you over and over again.

“That was really nice of her, sweetheart,” he says, his throat a little thick.

“It really was. And better yet she’s single and likes women,” you say with a grin, “I got her number to get coffee, but I might see if I can play matchmaker between her and Nat. She looks like Nat’s type.”

“This was our instructor? You got all of that out of her in a few minutes of conversation?” he asks, impressed.

You give him a cheeky shrug of your shoulder, “Yeah, I’m efficient. She owns the shop too. I think I’m going to order something for Penny and Mav from her closer to Christmas.”

“You know what, I think you’re right, she does seem very much like Nat’s type,” Bradley smiles to himself, Phoenix is going to be very excited when he tells her about this.

“’m always right,” you hum.

“You sure are, sweetheart,” he says fondly.

He watches as your eyelids start to get heavy and helps you to get out of the tub, wrapping you up in the biggest, fluffiest towel he can find and sits you on the bed as he goes into the closet to find something cozy for you to wear.

“What do you want me to grab you, baby?”

“Your shirt,” you call out sleepily.

He peeks his head around the opening, “Sweetheart, you’re not going to want hospital germs in bed.”

“No, not that one,” you say, scrunching your nose, “Your henley. The soft navy one with the little white flecks. ‘s my favorite.”

You look so tired, he doesn’t like the slump of your shoulders. He knows that feeling all too well and he hates that you feel so bad about something that you had no control over. It had been such a good day up until the end. But even so, you’re the only person he wants to go through the highs and lows with.

He strips down and puts both his clothes and yours into the hamper before grabbing the shirt for you. “Arms up,” he says gently, he pulls the sleeve wide to fit over your cast before threading it down your arms and over your head.

Rooster pulls back the covers for you to crawl into bed. He climbs in after you, cradling you against him as he reaches over for the remote to turn on your favorite Christmas movie channel for you to fall asleep too.

Your cast rests heavy on his chest.

The heroine just won the cookie cook-off and he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but then you murmur quietly into the dark room, “This is the second year in a row, Bradley, I really think we should consider skipping Christmas next year. For both of our sake’s.”

“We’ve got too much Christmas spirit for a little pine tree allergy or fractured wrist to keep us down,” he tips your head up so that you’re looking at him, “Give it time, it’ll turn around. I promise, sweetheart.”

He seals that vow with a sweet kiss against your lips and a few minutes later he feels as your breaths even out and you fall asleep tucked against him.

You wake up the next morning feeling more than a little groggy and cotton-headed as everything from yesterday comes rushing back to you.

As does the aching in your right wrist.

You reach out for Rooster, but his side of the bed is already cold. He’s always been an early riser and once he’s awake he doesn’t know how to sit still. You wouldn’t have minded cuddling with him for a little bit, but knowing him he has probably already brewed a pot of coffee for you.

When you finally crack open your eyes, you see that he’s left out a bottle of the prescription strength ibuprofen the doctor had sent home with you on your nightstand and a note written in his slanted script reminding you to take one. Your sweetest boy.

You attempt to splash some cold water on your face with one hand, willing it to depuff your face a little bit and then try to fix up your hair so that you look and feel less bedraggled. It is one thing if Bradley is the one responsible for it, but that wasn’t the case this morning.

Before heading downstairs, you decide on a whim to change out of his shirt and into the cozy cream-colored fuzzy lounge set you’d bought on sale the other week. It takes three times longer to get dressed than it usually did, but getting yourself at least a little more put together made you feel a bit more in control. You knew the extra effort wasn’t necessary, but you felt cute and it was making you feel a little bit better about everything.

The pink and white cast was a bit of a choice looking at it in the morning light filtering through the airy curtains, but you thought you pulled it off well. It was cheerful and fun. And you weren’t going to let it affect you or your Christmas plans with your perfect boyfriend.

There is still some residual guilt you’re trying to shake off, you know it was a fluke of fate, but you’re already thinking about ways to make it up to him all the same.

You gingerly make your way down the stairs making a mental note to look up what other festive things were happening this weekend and call out to Rooster, “Please tell me there’s coffee.”

The raspy laugh that reaches your ears makes you smile for the first time that morning, “I’ve got one ready for you in the living room, sweetheart. It’s ready when you are.”

The painkillers, the coffee. The man is a saint and looks like a god. And he’s all yours.

You take those final few steps a bit faster, ready for the strong dark roast that only he seems to be able to make to just right and to thank him for taking such good care of you.

You lose all words when you walk into the living room.

It’s like you’ve walked into a dreamy pink forest straight out of a fairytale.

Your beloved very large, very fluffy, pink tree covered with all of your memories collected from the past year and Bradley’s mom’s sparkling vintage glass icicles is surrounded by two other very large, very fluffy, pink Christmas trees.

The newest additions to the living room glow with the hundreds of twinkling white lights. It’s ethereal and whimsical the way the light bounces and dapples on the walls and floors.

And there standing in front of them is Bradley, barefoot in his favorite sweatpants in your cozy living room of the home he’s made with you looking like a daydream.

You don’t think it’s the prescription strength pain medication kicking in that makes you feel like you’re floating as you walk towards him. You know it’s all him.

Bradley says your name with such adoration, such love that you swear you feel your heart reshape in your chest with his name on it.

“I envisioned this a bit differently in my mind, but the way I see it, we’re just starting the ‘in sickness and in health’ part a bit early,” he says, taking your right hand and dropping a kiss to your cast. Your eyes well up at the tender gesture.

And then you stop breathing when he sinks down onto one knee in front of you.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I love your big heart and the way you’re so kind and generous to everyone you meet. I love the way you can light up a room with your smile. The best parts of my days are when I am with you. You’re the only person I want to wake up to, the only person I want to fall asleep with in my arms, and the only person who I want a forever with.” He reaches out and takes your shaky hand in his warm one, “Last year, you let me give you more than a drawer and it has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. This year, will you let me give you my last name too and marry me?”

You had imagined this moment so many times. It was the movie you’d put on in your mind on those nights when sleep felt just out for reach. And like a snowflake, no two dreams had been the same.

But nothing you’d imagined could have ever topped the reality of this moment here and now.

Because there was nothing was better than being surrounded by three pink fluffy trees and looking forward to getting to spend a lifetime with Bradley Bradshaw.

“Well it’s convenient I fractured the right one,” you say with a watery laugh as a few happy tears escape from your eyes.

“I guess that is a lucky break,” he grins.

“Literally.”

You didn’t think it was possible to smile this wide. That you could be this happy.

“You still haven’t given me an answer yet, sweetheart,” he says, slightly squeezing your good hand.

“Haven’t I though?” you tease. There’s no what he doesn’t know what your answer is, not with the way you’re beaming.

“C’mon, let me hear you say it.”

You don’t make him wait for long.

“Yes, Bradley, yes I will marry you. It’ll always be a yes with you.”

You barely get to finish your sentence before he is shooting to his feet, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

Your Bradley. Your fiancé.

On Christmas morning, after all the presents are unwrapped, you find yourself sitting under your perfectly pink tree surrounded by scraps of ribbons and bits of shiny wrapping paper.

Even your striped pink and white cast looked particularly festive under the gleam of the trees.

Rooster is in the kitchen making another pot of coffee for the two of you to share. You can hear him singing along to one of the vintage crooner Christmas albums you had gotten him.

You’ll be hosting Mav, Penny, and Amelia for dinner tonight. You let yourself enjoy this quiet of the mid-morning before things get chaotic. The two of you had dressed the oval oak dining table yesterday afternoon. The centerpiece you’d ordered from Nat’s now New Year’s Eve date was stunning, there were even a few white dahlias tucked into the arrangement. Thankfully, with no pine needles in sight.

The tall pillar candles had been moved off to the side and a real fire was popping in the hearth of the tiled fireplace. And the sun streaming through the bay windows is bouncing off that sparkly silver garland that you’d gotten Bradley to hang up for you in a way that makes the shiny wooden floors look like they’ve been scattered with specks of confetti.

The swirling, sparkling, shimmering dots on the ceiling, however, were from your own ring as you move and tilt your hand admiring the way the sun illuminates it. You know the matching pair of diamond earrings that Bradley had gotten for you as you Christmas gift are shining just as bright.

He still blushes whenever anyone teases him about forgetting to pull out the engagement ring he had got for you before he’d proposed. But you wouldn’t have changed anything about that moment for the world.

The marquise diamond had belonged to his mom, but he had had it reset in gold with a halo of diamonds around it for you. He’d even bought a pink velvet box to put it in for the occasion. It was easily the prettiest thing you’d ever seen and your heart still fluttered every time you saw it on your finger.

The two new trees are still only dressed with the many strands of lights that they’d arrived with. You learned that Bradley had enlisted Jake and Natasha to help him out with that particular surprise that day a couple weeks ago when he’d taken you on what you affectionately refer to as the 12 Dates of a Christmas Proposal.

Your favorite pink tree, the one he had gotten for you last year- the one you’re sitting under now- was also in possession of a new accessory. A shiny new pink ring pop ornament Bradley had gotten to commemorate the occasion of you saying yes and was hanging in a place of honor on the tree right between the little Hawaiian shirt ornament and the dainty, dangling ice skates.

Saying yes was the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

Yes to forever. Yes to him.

This season and every season.

You couldn’t wait to see what new ornaments would fill those trees by next year.

And the one after that.

And the next one after that.

Happy Holiday's! It's been almost a year since I've posted my very first story on here. I'm so thankful that a zoom kaboom plane movie has introduced me to so many wonderful people! Thank you for reading my stories and for all the support I've received over this last year! It has meant the world to me!

This story is set in the Oh, Christmas Tree universe. If you missed the fic that started it all, you can read it here!

Many thanks to Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for so, so many reasons. I hope you enjoy this, this one's for you!

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