#omg it’s so windy i nearly got blown away

[itsnotmourn]

GOOD HEAVENSSSS

some art for @itsnotmourn

this is half a thanks for helping with toyhouse, half bc i just wanted to draw their characters lmfao

i attempted to use a new brush idk i think it looks cool

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Starry Night

Tom x reader

Request: Y'know how Buzzfeed did those videos where two friends try to paint each other while drinking wine? Well, my dream date involves that exact concept and it's pretty fluffy and sweet. So, if you like it and have the time I would love to see you do a fic like that with either Tom and Reader or just Tom and Harrison. Like bromance fluff needs more hype imo

Warnings: Good ol’ fluff

Summary: Power outages can lead to the best nights ever.

A/N: This is the first time I’ve gotten a request and I felt so happy omg. Thank you to the person who requested it and I hope this suffices! And honestly that is like the perfect date wow I need to find me someone to do this with.

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The whole building’s power was out and we were left in darkness. We probably would’ve been fucked if my grandma didn’t send me packages of Yankee Candles every year for my birthday. Tom found them in a box in my closet and lit a few of them, so now tjhe apartment smelled of apple and cinnamon.

Tom opened the fridge and took out a half empty bottle of wine whilst I grabbed two glasses. He filled both of them up halfway and we clinked our glasses, smiling sweetly at one another as we did so. I was never much for wine, but when Tom and I first started dating, it became my new favorite thing. When he was gone shooting movies and whatnot, it was my only reminder of him (and it helped that sometimes I got so drunk I imagined him in front of me.)

We both looked out the window from my living and watched the storm take over the city. My head rested on his shoulder and I watched as lightning brightened the dark sky. “I love this,” I said quietly, “I love everything about tonight.” “You love the severe storm causing a power outage?” Tom chortled and I shook my head. “I love the intimacy of the darkness. I love the warmth from the candles, and I love that you’re beside me, experiencing this with me.”

Tom wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tighter just as thunder boomed loudly. He was warm and smelled faintly of cologne; he was the human embodiment of home. I closed my eyes and dozed off for a little bit until he moved his arm once again and walked away from the window.

“You still have your paints, right?” He entered my room, going through my closet. I nodded and leant on the doorframe and watched as he searched, “Yeah, why?” He found them and lightly tossed the box of my paints a few feet away from him before standing up. He then grabbed the paints and led me out of the bedroom and into the dimly lit living room.

Tom opened the box and looked at each of the paints. “I watched this video the other day of these two people painting each other’s backs and whatnot. I’ve wanted to do this for a while and tonight’s the perfect night for it,” he grabbed a palette and started putting different colors of paint in each singular space. He looked up and met my eyes, searching for approval. I sipped from my glass and nodded, “I’m down. Who’s going first?”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” He arched an eyebrow and held out his fist. The two of us battled it out two out of three times, which I ended up winning. Contently, I placed my glass away from me as I slid off my shirt and handed it to Tom, who threw it on the handle of the sofa. I turned around and asked him to unclasp my bra and he did so, his fingers lightly skimming my back. I layed down chest first and opened my phone, playing some quiet music as I felt the paint brush begin its little strokes.

The lighting, the pitter patter of the rain, Tom’s soft humming, and the paintbrush were all so relaxing. Most of the time he was painting me, I battled for consciousness as I felt fatigue hit me. Luckily, thunder made its presence known and jostled me awake. Tom felt my being startled and he chuckled softly to himself as he continued painting.

“Hey Van Gogh, what are you painting on my back anyway?” I asked. Tom clicked his tongue and said, “It’s a surprise. I’ll take a photo and show it to you when we’re done.” I rolled my eyes and took a swig from the glass. As long as he wasn’t drawing anything obscene, I was fine with the curiosity.

After another few minutes or so, I heard Tom put the palette and brush down, “Voila!” He told me to lie still as he took out his phone and took a photo. I sat up and asked to see it, but he wagged his finger, “Can’t see it until we both have painted backs.” I rolled my eyes and smiled as he took off his shirt and layed down where I did.

I couldn’t think of anything to paint on him for the longest time. Finally, as I watched the night sky be illuminated by the lightning and I took notice of the stars, I figured why not give it a shot at the Starry Night painting. I started out with the dark blues, brushing across his back hastily as I tried to make the whole sky.

Ten minutes later, Tom’s breathing slowed down and I knew he was asleep. I stopped painting for a second to check on him, catching him resting on his forearm with his eyes closed. “Are you finished?” He mumbled and I giggled. “Just making sure you’re alive,” I leaned in and kissed the pulse point on his neck, “Unfortunately yes.”

Tom lazily smiled and flipped me off. I shook my head and continued working on the painting, which was turning out surprisingly well. I finished a few moments later and I stood up, dusting myself off. For an amateur artist painting on skin, it looked amazing. I took out my phone and took a photo. The flash was somehow on and it woke Tom up. He slowly sat up and asked, “Can I see?”

“I don’t know, will you show me what you painted on me?” I asked. “Show me yours first, I really need to pee,” Tom stood next to me and waited for me to reveal his back. Reluctantly I did and he took the phone from my hands, staring at it in awe. “Y/N, this is incredible! It puts mine to shame!” He exclaimed and my face felt hot. He wrapped me in a warm embrace and buried his face in the crook of my neck, “Thank you for not drawing a penis.”

I snorted and pushed him off of me lightly. “Now, show me mine,” I said, practically jumping in anticipation. Tom rolled his eyes before unlocking his phone and heading to the bathroom. I turned my back to him and opened the photos app, trying to find the photo. After clicking on it and turning up the brightness a little to see it, I nearly dropped the phone.

In bolder black paint, my back said: Will you marry me? In between the words were a heart with Tom and I’s initials inside and the date we began dating. I quickly turned around to go question Tom when I found him behind me on one knee, holding a velvet box.

“I guess one thing I didn’t account for when I was proposing was the fact you’d be shirtless, Y/N. Makes it a little harder to focus,” he smiled faintly and I did too. Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes and I was shaking from head to toe. Was this real? Was he actually proposing to me? “Tom...” I was breathless and speechless. The only words I could think of was his name.

“Y/N, I knew that you were going to be my wife since the day we met. The way you cussed me out because I took your parking space was phenomenal and I wanted to wife you then and there,” I wiped a tear from my eye and laughed. He laughed too, which caused a tear to fall as well. “You were also the one who had the balls to make the first move, which I’m eternally grateful for. To tell you the truth, I bought the ring after our one month anniversary. You were just the one for me and I knew that I would be drunk on you for the rest of my life. You’re my soulmate, Y/N,” his voice broke in the last sentence.

I fell to my knees and I cradled his face in my hands, wiping away each tear as they came. “I love everything about you. I love the way you find the biggest of meanings in the smallest things, I love when you wear your hair down on a windy day and it gets blown over the place, and I even love your competitive side, even if it costs us a new coffee table because you get irritated in Monopoly. You somehow find a way to make me love you more every single day and I can’t wait to find that extra ounce of love tomorrow.”

His lips were practically on mine and I wanted to kiss him, but I wanted to hear what he was about to say next. Curiosity has made me a fool, but I was glad I’m only a fool for Tom. He chuckled and I felt his whole body shake as he asked, “Do I even need to ask the question?”

I kissed him deeply, crying as I did so. I pulled away and I looked into his eyes. They were bloodshot and so were mine. A blanket of happiness covered me and I was high on euphoria. I hated how I couldn’t fly because that’s where my mind and heart were: in the sky. “Yes...yes yes yes yes yes yes!” I kept repeating the word until Tom shut me up with another kiss. I lost my balance and I fell onto the floor.

The two of us stood up and we tried to recollect ourselves. Whenever we made eye contact though, we would burst into a fit of giggles. Tom opened the box and pulled out the ring. It was absolutely stunning and my breath was taken away when I saw it. With a shaking hand, he put it on my ring finger. As I looked at it, I immediately knew it wasn’t coming off at any given time. I knew that for the next two days, it was all I was going to show off.

Tom held my hand and put it to his mouth, kissing it gently. He turned the music on my phone up and he placed his arm on my waist. “Would you like this dance?” He asked and I nodded, at a loss for words. And so, for the rest of the night, the two of us stayed in my living room, swaying along to the music and listening to our hearts beat as the storm carried on.