#{ but yea doodling to get back into the muse —

[abstractreign]

hanging out with @dandybarista ( & acting as cupid for @afigitis )

{ please no reb/ogging unless mentioned

#dandybarista #afigitis #doing your best while you die inside ❯ my art #a flicker of a soul casting silhouettes ❯ visage #{ FINALLY i drew out some ideas that have been living in my head rent free fjdjjdieirjdmjeie #{ but yea doodling to get back into the muse —

[evanspresso]

ommmg can you write something with reader doing evan skincare and haircare routine ? like her helping him take care of himself after he complains about how fast is started to aged

skincare and giggles

She hears him rummaging through the bathroom cabinet’s from down the hall where she lounges. She’s scrunched up against the arm of the couch that resides in his dimly lit office.

Y/n wondered up there a few hours ago as he read some scripts and started doing some research for the next mini series he was starring in. Ah, thank you Ryan Murphy, but this ones got Evan even more excited than usual because his character finally gets a happy ending.

She paused for a moment then looked back down at her sketchbook to resume her doodles, ‘bonk’ she heard him rummage again, ‘dink’ and again. She paused and perked her head up and looked around the room in confusion.

What the..

‘Bong’ again, she huffed and chucked her sketchbook to the side, groaning as she unfolded herself from the comfort of the couch that sank her body into the warmth. It was calling for her to come back, just five more minuets, but she ignored it.

He froze and slowly stood up straight. His tight lipped smile made her clear her throat as he slowly turned his body to face her causing her to bite her tongue from saying anything that would make him embarrassed. She knows how he gets.

He froze and slowly stood up straight. His tight lipped smile made her clear her throat as he slowly turned his body to face her causing her to bite her tongue from saying anything that would make him embarrassed. She knows how he gets.

He froze and slowly stood up straight. His tight lipped smile made her clear her throat as he slowly turned his body to face her causing her to bite her tongue from saying anything that would make him embarrassed. She knows how he gets.

“Hi…” he trails.

“Hi, babe. What are you doing?” She smiles. Evan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath making y/n press her lips together as she looks behind his shoulder at the open cabinet. “I was waiting for you to come back, you left me for like a half hour.” She finally lets herself giggle.

“Don’t laugh” he whines, “I’m so annoyed right now.” He huffs out.

“Why?”

“Because my character is like, ten years younger than I am and I need to look… snacked, like you always say.” He rolls his eyes in defeat.

She can’t help it when she snorts out, she heaves as her laughter bounces off the walls. Evan grains loudly and pouts from above her and she shakes her head. “I- I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you.” She chokes out.

“Yea, yeah whatever.” He grained, throwing his head back and sighing dramatically as she places her hands on his chest. “Will you just help me now since you’re here.”

Evan moved to the side and points at her skincare section, "What the hell do you even need all of this shit for anyway?"

Y/n turns up het nose at him and crosses her arms over her chest in playful resentment, "How dare you call my skincare shit. For your information, all of that stuff is what helps keep be looking beautiful.... snatched." she pressed making his eyes widen as he shakes his head. "Not a nice way to to get me to help, now is it?"she questions.

Evan runs his hand over his fave before stepping closer to her and kissing her bare shoulder, she inhales sharply making him smile smugly against her skin as he pulls away. "Sorry." he hums. "I promise I won't call your skincare shit." he muses.

"Good."

"Does that mean you'll help me start a skincare routine?"

"Yes." she hums. "Now, sit."

Evan looks at her in confusion as she motions for him to take a seat on the toilet lid. He follows her instructions as she snaps her fingers at him and she gives him one of those smiles. Those 'I know something you don't' smile.

"We can go shop for you tomorrow since it's late. But I got this new face mask that I'm dying to try. We can both use it!" she says giddily causing him to groan.

"Y/n I don't think I need that." he lifts his hand up at her defensively as she pulls out the face mask jar.

"Let's just see! I mean, you were going through my stuff, which I don't mind, so here. Come on, baby! It will be fun." she gushes.

"Will it hurt?"

"It's going to burn" she says seriously as she takes a big scoop and slathers his cheeks with it causing him to flinch.

"What?!" he yells.

Evan peaks his eye open as he hears her giggle, shaking her head at him as his shoulders fall in defeat. "Just kidding." She laughs. "Oh man, you should have seen your face." she teases making him roll his eyes and poke her side causing her to jilt before she yanks at his hair playfully with her free hand.

"Ow!" he whines.

"Shh. I'm concentrating." she snaps, rubbing her fingers against his skin.

Little does Evan know that his face mask will soon harden so much he won't be able to move his face muscles for a whole half hour. This makes y/n giggle.

Evan looks at her with skeptical eyes, causing her to giggle even more and he opens his mouth to complain but he yelps as he struggles to open it.

#evan peters fluff #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters imagine #ahs evan peters #Evan Peters x you #can Peters blurb #Evan Peters one shot #mr gallant #kit walker #kai anderson #evan peters #mr march #james patrick march #kyle spencer #tate langdon #austin sommers

[caeloservare]

// sitting here like an idiot thinking about giving you a little overall update instead of doing it. Good job, me!

General bunch of smol not really important (I mean it. I just wanna blabber) updates:

I feel ready to go back to writing again! Maybe I gained some immunity to fnd-m acting disgusting maybe I just finally stopped caring. Dunno. Either way, hopefully the joy of writing this insufferable idiot will remain. Special kudos to Joy Boy @ancientforged, who just by presence reminds me how much fun it is to shitpost on the dash lmao! I miss shitposting

Which leads to: I need clean off some of my drafts. I keep stopping myself from taking new ones, because I have a lot and by now I lost muse for most of them. Sorry. I'll keep in mind to actually reblog some memes or post opens when idea hits, but please feel free to send anything anytime <3 I'll get to it when I can.

Activity will sadly (or not?) remain very slow. For many reasons. I love my job, but on some days I just can't keep staring at the screen and I'm gonna take more liberty with in which hobby I invest. I have some cool games to play, actual arts to put effort in (I'm a bit of ashamed of my doodling. Nothing gets out outside the job but silly, wobbly doodles. Ugh...) and I'm learning a few new things that require time and focus too. Also Imma show this off - I'll be moving out! Yay! Big changes time! \o/ Less time to rp tho. So I'm shifting my priorities in life around again and ngl the exact amount of 0 online friends remembering I had birthday is only ensuring me that it is time to shift them again. Yea, I am a bit of upset about it. Not gonna hold it against anyone nor do anything about it, I could have reminded on dash after all. Luckily I felt very loved by real life friends and family and that was everything to me.

In conclusion: ...404 not found. Heheh. Take good care of yourselves meanwhile ;>

#ooc #ウタツグミ::mun #it's really just me rambling

[cybernexus]

what kind of aesthetics does raj appreciate? in terms of fashion and art.. raj seems like the type to appreciate clothes by zolnar. are there certain colors that he gravitates to?

Let's see... he's a big fan of streetwear and futuristic stuff so hell yea!!! If I could make clothes from scratch, since I'm still learning 3D and I can't as of yet, I would make like 1000 more outfits for him that look just like those! I'm very uninitiated when it comes to fashion and don't know brands very well but I loved looking at the pictures I saw of those.

(Cut for length)

He tends to prefer dark colors, with pops of color here and there. He himself is pretty colorful, so he kind of brings the colorfulness in his outfits. IMO he looks great with black, due to how black and red go together. He'll wear more loud colors on occasion, as he doesn't usually care what other people think unless it's someone close to him (just look at that crop top with his pecs out, like damn lol). But usually it's monochrome or black and red. He does like wearing brighter, more flashy colors, but overall he thinks that darker ones suit him.

He goes back and forth between wearing relatively "conservative" clothing as far as skin being covered is concerned, to wearing y'know, a crop top and skinny jeans. And also being naked. Because maybe like 30% of the time he is! Although he wears armor over his cybernetic chassis so unless he's not wearing that, he's never truly "naked." He tends not to think of his body in a manner similar to a human's, so when he's reminded that it's human shaped (especially if somebody flirts with him) he tends to get embarrassed. Lately he's taken to wearing clothes a bit more often. He doesn't really care what anybody else thinks, but god help him if his friends tease him. I guess you could kind of call him a bit of a goth with how much black he wears; but not quite as much as my other muse Aihren does. His style is otherwise stuff like streetwear, techwear, cyberpunk style clothes. He'll occasionally pull off a casual look pretty well (like in that vneck tshirt below).

Here's a sample of what he wears on a daily basis with a bonus formal outfit:

For art:

Despite his rather monochrome choice of attire, he actually really likes colors. He's one of those people where if you ask what his favorite color is, he has a hard time and just can't pick because to him, they're all beautiful. He will legit kick your ass if you try to guess for him and say it's red. Lmfao

He enjoys colors that scare people who are afraid of color (like the kinds of people who paint their whole house white). Cyan and pink, neon green and purple, black and blood red, cyan and gold, ect. He will also go for more traditional, "classy" color combos like black and gold or just monochrome with shades of white, black, and gray.

He's also particularly appreciative of just about every form of art. Especially if it's something he's never heard of before, or from a dying hobby (in the grim cyberpunk future) that's being revived.

Some of his favorite kinds of art are the more difficult to find arts in his futuristic era that require physical materials and aren't digital in nature. In his world, there are simulators that can do just about anything, this means that fewer and fewer people are being taught the real life methods of art. These arts that he appreciates are: traditional painting, stone sculpting, wood working, and so on.

And a last bonus close up of the doodle I made:

#file | ooc #about | Raj #// chipped away at this while I was at work today! this was very fun!!

[honeyrisuke]

ok no turns out what im mad about and posted about earlier wasnt a big deep "modern media bad bluh" thing, im just. not feeling so hot rn

very long boring ramble below

I've struggled with my art ever since I started to put it online

like, I'd always refresh and check if someone saw it and then get all exciting when someone did see it and like it and so on but not even once have I had some art I did actually,,, do anything for me. it was never _worth it_ if that makes sense.

I'd sit there for hours upon hours and then post it in hopes someone else enjoys it and seemingly nobody ever does. I can spend days on a drawing and it barely even reaches my friends, and in old media at least I still had one or the other random

even right now on Furaffinity, which also isnt algorythmically sorted, I occationally get people who just like all of my stuff in a quite sincere way, or comment on my art in a genuine way- and that's why I've recently enjoyed drawing furry fetish art a lot more than anything else, even when I didn't wanna draw furries that day.

but on shit like instagram or twitter or even on here I've. I rarely even get one interaction?? on my art?? I've never gotten a comment. I've never had someone share my art on twitter or instagram because they liked it

and when I did get faves or comments it was always either an IRL friend of mine who'd like a selfie of me taking a shit bc they don't care, as long as I posted it, or someone I don't know who just wants to promote their own account

I've blocked people in the past who left a nice comment on instagram, and when i replied to thank them they immediately went for "would you mind checking out my page"

bc yea i do mind shut tf up

its. fundamentally uncomfortable to be in those positions. I don't wanna go around using other people as stepping stones to get anywhere. I don't wanna go around and put up this big professional influencer facade just so I can draw my lame fucking characters and have maybe 10 people like it

and no, I'm not talking huge numbers and wanting fame or whatever, just. something. anything.

I've grown to really really hate art communities, and that means whenever I sit down and want to draw I have to first fight a big "but what for?"

and most of the time recently? I lose that fight. I can't think of a "what for", and then I sit there for several hours slowly thinking myself into a rage instead of doing anything productive, because actually I'm also very upset about not drawing, but I can't think of a good reason to do it

and to anyone who says "just do it for yourself"- you know you're lying. I've never met an artist who said that shit to my face and didn't have at least one person they could share their art with

I'd just be out here sending it to random ass people knowing damn well I'm annoying.

art is worthless if it can't be shared with anyone. I really picked the worst fucking hobby as a child. I hate everything I do and I hate doing it

I was hoping to rekindle my muse with artfight but as for right now, it looks like I'm not even gonna get a single attack, and each time I sit down to draw I'm building my hope up again that "this time they will respond and draw something back to" just to sit here on the 31st with maybe one really crappy doodle made by someone who just wanted to get free art from me. and if I'm as stupid as I've been all these years, I'll even have given them that free piece of art.

I'm just. I don't know where to go from here and. not to be even more of a downer at the end of this, in case anyone actually did read it, but

I've. not felt so hot about being around anymore recently, and fundamentally feeling like I should stop doing at alltogether is a big part of that. I've always done art one way or another, and so far nobody has ever given a shit about it. I have genuinly no idea why I've done it for so long. but i feel like if i stop then I am doing absolutely nothing anymore. i wouldnt be expressing myself anymore, i wouldnt put anything out there anymore. id just be here locked inside of my head unable to communicate the things im passionate about because i KNOW im annoying, i KNOW im unbearable and overly aggressive and genuinly unlikeable, and i know nobody gives a shit about the stuff i like or enjoy. i already stopped being excited about things bc of that years ago and am now only defaulting to be pissed and to complain and to make fun of things

and i feel that if i fully stop drawing and making art its. kinda over. idk i dont wanna write it out but that'd be it.

#rant #its rly not worth reading i promise #dw

[daddy-suguru]

This was on my mind

Satoru and Suguru who just watch you lay down on the bed, humming to a sing they don’t know. Satoru slolwy creeps behind you and hugs you while you chuckle and he smiles too, “how’ve you been Sweets?” He’d ask you as you turn to look at him, your smaller body hugging his own, breathing into his scent.

You just hum again, waiting fo suguru to prop and when he does you turn to him as well, kissing his forehead and smiling, “I’ve been fine,”you muse, getting up—causing the two men to do the same.

You spend minutes such, just looking at each other as you slowly crawl in Satoru’s embrace, sticking to him and straddling his back (like a koala-) as he pats your head, eyes shimmering.

“Someone’s clingy eh?” Suguru mutters as he gets behind you too, drawing out silly doodles on your back and let a sigh out too. “We’ll, you begin, looking at Toru’, “You guys have just been so mean to me.”

And that was all it took for a gasp to fall short of both men’s lips as they bury you deep in their own little embrace, not letting go and try however hard you can, they’d sit silently and Wash you in love.

“Mean huh?” Suguru would then say with a smile as you fall asleep- Satoru’s eyes fixated upon his—“Yea well, you are mean.” Satoru would say giggling himself as his arm wraps around Sugur’s waist, falling asleep quick, leaving the younger male to question his said meaness

sorry- i did not want to make it this long- my apologies- feel free to delete istg

i love this :3 i had to keep it in my inbox to read over a few times.

#treasure

[snowcapmt]

Lovely night (Part 2)

[Continuation of part 1] https://snowcapmt.tumblr.com/post/676221473243955200/lovely-night-part-1 Written by @snowcapmt and @derpu-doodles

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The Veteran gave a little hum, tilting his head and smiling into the kiss. After a moment of just enjoying the kiss and Fable's presence as a whole, he pulled back — only to rest his forehead against hers. "Miss me?"

Fable let out a haughty laugh. “Don’t kid yourself, ’hero’ “ she spoke with a snarky grin, humming slightly.

Legend's own grin broadened as he shifted to lean on the railing in a casual manner. "Oh, come now, you sure seemed eager to see me," he purred, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

The queen stared and tossed her head, smacking him in the face with her hair. “What gave you that impression?” She said in false aggression.

Legend snickered and waved her hair away. "Hmmmmm... maybe the 'holy shit'? Or perhaps that kiss?" he replied, mocking thoughtfulness

The queen’s pale face quickly went into a funny shade of pink. “Oh, shut it!” She sputtered, becoming rather flustered and turning her back to him. She began to walk back toward her room, arms crossed.

Legend snickered and vaulted the railing. "Aww, c'mon! I missed you too, if that helps you feel better!"

The Queen decided to play it silent as she strutted to her room and casually shut the door in the Veteran’s face.

Legend snickered before sighing overdramatically. "All that work getting past the guards for nothing," he lamented, leaning against the door with a hand on his heart.

The door opened inward suddenly, forcing him out of balance. He’d of fallen right against his side, but instead he landed on Fable’s shoulder. “Oh poor you. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to sneak around the castle.” She said with a conceited grin. “You want a reward? I’ll give you one.” she said.

Within moments, a wind blew around them, spinning and spinning. Before they knew it, they were no longer on the balcony. Fable smiled proudly at the paintings lining the walls down the halls now, particularly the one with her and Legend.

The Veteran blinked rapidly, taking a moment to gain his bearings before turning his gaze toward the paintings

“Woah... I forgot just how many paintings were in here," he mused, approaching one and ghosting his fingers over the frame.

Fable nodded. “I haven’t been here since they hung that one up.” She sighed, gesturing to the painting of them. The paintings are nice though. Good to come in here and look at whenever the advisors get annoying.” She said, not realizing that this contradicted her prior statement saying she never came here.

Legend paused before turning toward her. "The advisors are always annoying though," he said, canting his head.

“Well, I mean, yea, but—“ She looked away, clearly very unbenounced to the rumors regarding her visits here, and how frequent they were. …Rumors that often surrounded her romantic life.

The Veteran, however, was very aware of said rumors. "...Do you... look at this one in particular?" he asked, pointing toward the painting of them together.

Fable’s eyes went round and she sputtered with embarrassment. “whAt? No of course not, where did you hear that?”

Legend averted his gaze, putting up a facade of nonchalance. "Just a hunch," he hummed absently.

Fable flushed and looked away with a grunt. “Well… fine. Yea. But don’t think it’s the only reason I come here.” She said, putting her hands on her hips

The Veteran chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. "Gotcha, gotcha. The rest of the paintings are worth it too."

She sighed and wandered over to another painting. “Laugh all you want, but I mean it.” She said, tone becoming grim as she looked up.

Legend's smile fell as he followed her gaze. The painting depicted the late king of Hyrule, smiling warmly as he held his young daughter, who looked up at him with wide eyes.

"...Oh..." the Veteran breathed, slowly making his way toward Fable. "...'m sorry..."

The Queen drew in a long, shaky sigh, pressing her back to the wall and letting her legs give out. “Earlier the Councilman said if my father saw how I was acting , he’d ‘roll in his grave.’ I know he meant me stepping on that old rule, but I couldn’t help but think about—“ She drew a sharp breath and shook herself.

“Like— the way I— I’m not being—“ “..I’m not being the sweet little girl he knew in life.” She said, choking on her words. “I’m irritable and angry and… what would he do if he saw me that way??” She sputtered.

Legend quickly knelt by her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He would still love you. It's clear you meant a lot to him — he'd probably give the world to see you again," he said quietly, hoping he didn't sound like a fool.

At that, she put her head on her knees and began to cry softly. “…He would, wouldn’t he?” She said in a vulnerable, broken whisper.

"He would," the Veteran replied softly, shifting closer and draping an arm over her.

She leaned into his touch before wrapping herself around him, holding him in a very protective manner. She took a deep breath. “…Why does loving have to be so hard?” She said in a pained voice, “It feels so great, but not when you lose someone.”

Legend nodded into her shoulder. He certainly knew how that felt, much to his own dismay... "...Well... I'd rather know love and hurt because of it than never love at all," he said quietly, tightening his embrace ever so slightly.

She took a deep breath. “You’re right…” she said slowly, snuggling into his grasp. “And… I love you.” Her voice softened in a way that Legend had never heard it sound before, “I love you so much.”

Legend smiled softly. "I love you too," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair.

At that, Fable was quick to lay herself on his lap with a soft purr. “I don’t care what the council thinks. They can go suck a jellyfish because this is the best thing ever…”

The Veteran let out a chuckle. "I could go look for one to give to 'em."

“No. You stay here.” She said, flipping on her back to give him this grumpy puppy dog look. Legend smiled warmly at her and chuckled, but his smile fell as soon as he heard another voice speak.

“Yes, he should remain right where he is.”

At that, he flinched and glanced in the direction of the voice, blinking rapidly.

Fable groaned groggily. She had been about ready to sleep, with how relaxing Legend pampering her was.

The head of the council stood at the end of the hall. “He doesn’t belong here.” He sneered.

Fable sat up and rubbed an eye tiredly before grabbing Legend with one hand and flipping off the council man with the other. “Bye.” She said curtly.

They were on the balcony again. She looked down for the rest of the boys.

…

They weren’t there.

”Shoot! They must have noticed we left—“

The Veteran huffed. "I don't feel like lookin' for 'em right now..." he muttered.

Fable winced as she saw the guards tiredly moving out to look for Legend. She pulled back. “We don’t have a choice— I’ll bet they’ll arrest the others too for helping you, cMon!”

Legend muttered a few foreign curses. "We'll have to be quick. The guards' methods of arresting aren't exactly the smoothest."

She scrambled into one of the hallways to look for the others.

…

The Sailor let out a shriek as they were chased down the hall. “WHERE DO WE GO???”

The Captain swung his head around. “Guards won’t make a fuss in a crowd over something like this, let’s get back together in the ballroom.” He said firmly.

The Smithy kept an eye out for Legend and the queen as he made a beeline for the ballroom. "Hopefully they aren't freaking out," he muttered to no one in particular

…

Fable was, indeed, freaking out. “Where the heck would we find the— OHHH PIG PISS THIS IS A BAD DIRECTION TO RUN IN—“ she said, taking Legend’s hand and scrambling away as the guards tried to cut of them off

The Veteran let out a squawk as he struggled to keep his balance. "THEY'D PROBABLY TRY TO REGROUP SOMEWHERE THAT'S HARD FOR THE GUARDS TO KEEP UP—"

Fable sputtered “Right. You’re right—!” She said, halting as they got cornered. The head of the council huffed.

“You’re going to say I’m fired for bringing shame to a fallen, respectable leader. Unlike you, I am willing to face the consequences of my actions.”

Fable paused and snarled, infuriated by his words. How dare he compare that to her situation?! “

You put words in a dead man’s mouth! I’m just trying to spend time with the person I love, and join him in protecting what’s right! Stop acting like that’s a crime, I’m actually able to get up from my ass and prevent tragedy in the kingdom again, and you won’t even give me a chance!” She wailed.

"You are in the wrong here," the head of the council growled. "A peasant like him isn't fit to rule the kingdom. He likely isn't even sane from all of his... 'adventures'."

Fable stiffened. “SO WHAT??” She snarled “I would much prefer a man who’s actually experienced the struggles that average citizens face to be the one in power than some spoiled little brat who’s had a silver spoon shoved up his ass since they were a kid!” Fable spat. “And I don’t care how broken he is. That’s not even a topic of discussion.”

"What you need is someone who knows what he's doing," the head of the council spat.

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Legend sneered, “I'm saving your queen from a lifetime with some guy who just wants to be rich."

“Saving, saving?!” The Councilman roared. “Is that what you think you’re doing?!”  He howled.

Fable took a step back, noticing the councilman had come closer. Fable wrapped her arms around Legend, nuzzling him to mock the councilman…and for her own enjoyment. She stuck tongue out, about halfway through teleporting away while blowing raspberries when she heard voices.

The other boys. Fable stiffened, watching the other baffled looking advisors look at each other before calling the guards out of panic. She ceased teleportation.  

"qUICK LET'S GO—" Legend squeaked, tugging on Fable's arm.

Fable nodded and used her shoulder to charge right through the councilmen. Fable yelled “CEASE CHASE!” At the guards, knowing well her command went above the advisors when it came to battle. They stopped and stared around in shocked confusion as the advisors gave chase.

"So— maybe the ballroom is outta the question?" The Sailor said with a pant, ducking away from a bypasser.

“pROBABLY—“ The Cook said, looking around. They managed to lose them for a few moments and Fable stopped. “EvERYONE HOLD ON-!!!” She screamed.

A fierce wind blew around the entire team, Fable letting out a yell as she used everything she had to teleport them all away as far as possible

As soon as they were away, she fell over with a grunt. The Veteran squeaked and fumbled. Instead of catching her, he ended up falling as well.

The Sailor jumped up and down. “Wow, that was awesome!!! Thanks!” He chirped.

Fable lay with her face planted on the ground, ”Ugnhhhhh, MyEhhh.” She hit the dirt with her fists like a toddler.

The others let out laughs at her little attitude as Fable scrunched up her nose, staring up blankly into the sky. Legend smiled warmly as she grunted and lay herself on his chest, letting out a small sigh and a yawn.

She deserved some rest.

#linked universe #Linkeduniverse #Linkeduniverse Legend #Linked universe Legend #Linkeduniverse Fable #Linked universe Fable #Fluff #Linkeduniverse fluff #Linked universe Fluff

[crushzone]

Hi can I request some reader x Lev if that’s ok and if your comfortable, where whenever they are making out the reader keeps on giggling because of how ticklish they are 🤗

My Muse - Haikyuu!!

Character: Reader x Lev Haiba

Summary: An aspiring photographer in search of their muse, runs into Lev on one of their early morning photography escapades.

Word Count: 8,091

Warning: Fluff, none really, Lev the tickle monster? A little suggestive at one point, but he’s just being a tease lol.

Additional Notes:

Dear anon, I hope you enjoy this! Since your request allowed me a lot of room for exploration, I kind of took it for a spin, but I still hope you find the little ticklish kiss part fun!

As a camera nerd, I hope I was not too technical with this. If I had been, please let me know and I will make revisions haha. I figured it might be fine because if you’re not familiar with cameras, you will be just as confused as Lev was in this!

But if you are a fellow camera nerd, come talk to me because I would love to talk about film photography lol.

ALSO, a bonus quick doodle of model Lev I did to supplement my story. ;)

Please do not repost my work (and artwork), thank you!! 💕

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Crank. Snap. Crank. Click.

You sigh in frustration as you come to the end of your film roll, slowly moving across from the beautiful alley cat in front of you to sit down on the side walk, being careful not to scare it away from its glorious pose.

It turns to look at you calmly with its blue eyes, subtly channeling the sassiest impatient expression you have ever seen on a feline, its white fur only surrounds its face like a mask, while the rest of its body is black. If this was your cat, you’d totally name it Erik, or Phantom, like the characters from Phantom of the Opera.

You pull out an empty canister, a pen and a roll of paper tape from your book bag and sets it next to you as you calmly wind your film, bringing it close to your ears so you can hear it click when it’s done. Then you pull the back cover open with confidence, loading your winded film into the empty canister, taping the top off, and uncapping your pen to label the date.

Looking up to make sure the cat is still there, then to the sky to sigh in relief that dawn is still awaiting your perfect shot. You look back down to your 35mm camera on your lap, re-loading it with a fresh new roll of film.

You close the back with a snap, as you pick the camera up from your lap, running your fingers up and down the side as you try to familiarize yourself with every dips and textures of the device.

Photography may be a hobby for some, but to you, it’s your dream. There’s just so much beauty in the world, so many people to capture, and so many quiet moments like this to remember. You love waking up very early in the morning to have a head start on readying for school, so you can take your sweet time, photographing quiet moments that only happens during the magic hour of dawn, on your way to class.

You bring your camera to frame up the cat, perfectly composing the shots with no spare inch to even bother cropping, because it was just complete.

Crank. You wind the lever of your camera, tongue licking your lower lip in anticipation. The cat perks its ears and its eyes widen, looking so lively and in its element, as if though it was posing for your camera.

“There you are!” A loud laughter sounds and from your peripheral, a VERY tall figure jumps at the cat.

Snap

Incredulous, you slowly pull your camera away from your face, no longer sure what you ended up capturing, and you will never know until you’ve develop your film at a later time.

If only you had applied a little more pressure to the shutter, a few seconds earlier, you would have been more sure.

“Oww!!” You finally look up from your camera to see a tall male with silver hair, gripping his hand with a wince, the cat no longer there.

With widened eyes, you take a few steps back. Your parent’s warning about dawn being the prime time for crimes, echos in your mind. But then he turns around with a pout and you can’t help but relax. There’s no way this guy can commit crimes.

“Y/n-san, and don’t judge anyone off their appearance, you never know who the criminal may be.” You mentally recall your mother’s voice, as you stiffen back up.

His eyes trained to his hand, brows furrowed, as he’s watching some blood drip to his wrist, still unaware of your presence.

“Are…are you ok?” You ask quietly, still debating if he’s going to kidnap or befriend you.

Like an eagle, his emerald orbs lock on to yours and you take another step back. He’s so intense. 

But then just as quickly as his eyes had shifted to yours, a wide enthusiastic grin takes over his features, and you could have sworn that if he was a puppy, and a tall one indeed, his tail would be wagging rapidly.

“I didn’t see you there, I’m Lev!” He offers his injured hand for you to shake, but you just grab the tip of his long pointer and shakes it daintily; not wanting any of his blood on you.

You let go of his finger then digs through your book bag to pull out a water-bottle and some bandaid. “Here, it’s not much but it should be enough to get you to the nurse without scaring anyone.”

He blinks, a little surprised someone he had just met is so thoughtful to him before reaching his hand back out with a smile. You put your camera strap over you and swings it to the side, before washing away his blood with your water, allowing it to drip down his wrist and on to the ground.

He winces at the sensation of your cool water burning his wound; a strange juxtaposition. However, what’s stranger is that he can’t seem to will his eyes away from your concentrated face.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You respond, one worded, still too focused on cleaning his wound to carry out a decent conversation. However, Lev did not pick up on the clue as he continues to converse.

“I don’t usually see a lot of people going to school this early. Is this your regular route?” He asks.

You bring your eyes to scan his uniform; White button up, red tie, black vest, and grey trousers that matches his hair color perfectly. A fellow Nekoma peer.

Meanwhile he brings his hand to the side to shake off the access water, swinging his palm up and down to air dry.

“Yea, I like to get up early so I can take some morning photos.”

You unwrap the bandaid packaging as you patiently wait for his hand to dry. Then when it is, you carefully position it so that the scratch only touches the non-adhesive cushion, throwing the crumpled wrapper back into your bag. It’s a tomorrow problem.

“I like getting up early too! There’s just something so magical about dawn, it paints the sky so pink, it almost looks like cotton candy.” He looks up to the sky, reaching his bandaged hand upwards in a grabby motion, as if he’s trying to pick a piece of cloud for himself.

You look up to him, his fair skin kissed by the warmth of the sky as his vibrant green eyes reflect the ball of sun that is shyly rising. your hand that’s been on the camera twitches as the urge to photograph the moment tempts you, but you decide against it, since you’ve only just met him.

Re-adjusting the strap of your book back out of habit, you begin to walk away from him.

“I should get going, nice to meet you.”

He blinks, confused as to why you’re leaving all of a sudden. “Hey, let’s head to school together!” He says, as he bounces up to you.

You turn to him with a sigh. If only he didn’t scare that cat away, you may have started off on a better foot.

“Sure.”

He beams at your response. The two of you continue your journey to school in an awkward silence; you’re generally not the most talkative person, and he’s suddenly feeling a little shy to say something because he senses the air being a little off.

“Your camera looks really cool. Where’d you get it?”

You pick your camera up in your hands and smiles fondly at it.

“My parents work at a vintage camera shop close to 8-Eleven. (nope, not a typo, it’s the store near Nekoma in their OVA) This Pentax K1000 is a new camera someone had just sold to us, it’s the one I’ve always wanted, so the moment it came in, my father gifted it to me.”

I actually own this camera, and it is my baby 💕 

He finds himself smiling with you as he watches you run your hand over the material of the camera tenderly.

“Isn’t it a little scary when you can’t see what you’ve just shot?”

“I think that’s the charm of it. Sometimes I’ll take a photo, forget about it, and when I go to develop my film, I get to relive the moment again.” Your smile widens as you think back to all the silly photos you developed. “It also makes me very picky about my shots, so that all the photos I end up with are all very good ones.”

“That’s so cool! I wish I know how to develop a film!”

You chuckle, slowly warming yourself up to him. “Well, get me a completed roll of film and maybe I can teach you. I’ve done it so many times, I know the procedure like the back of my hand”

In a way, his enthusiasm reminds you of how you were when you were younger; always so excited to learn all the ropes your parents have to offer about film photography.

Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

He bounces energetically again. “I WILL get you a roll of shot film!” And then he stops with a pout. “But I don’t have a camera…”

You laugh, already predicting his dilemma even before he made his promise.

“I would lend you my Leica M2, but I don’t know you very well. You could be an irresponsible camera parent for all I know.”

He doesn’t even know any of the names you are saying, assuming that they are all just camera models, but it doesn’t matter. “I will prove to you that I am a very responsible camera parent, y/n-san.”

“Well, win my trust then, Lev.” You say with a small smile, continuing to walk ahead.

A determined smile slowly make its way to his lips as he brings his fist to punch the air. “I will, y/n-san, I’ll win your trust!"

———————

It is now lunch break, and you’re using your 30 minutes to head back to your parent’s camera shop, and grab some food along the way from 8-Eleven. Humming quietly to yourself, you bounce down the streets, wondering what new cameras might come in today.

Speaking of cameras, you wonder what you should photograph next. The film you’ve just loaded is a rather expensive one, best suited for portraits due to its outstanding ability to render skin tone.

Hmm, portraits. You mentally browse through a list of people that may be suitable for your next project, but you can’t seem to decide on one. No one had really caught your eyes recently…

“Y/n-san!!” You turn to the sound source, instantly feel your cheeks warm when you see a group of very attractive, mostly tall, men sitting at the bench in front of 8-Eleven.

Too many cuties in one photo lol.

They all look so good in their own kind of way…

Suddenly feeling very awkward, you look down to your feet after you’ve accidentally made eye contact with the bed head haired male who gave you a grin. When you look back up, all you could see is half a red bean bun being offered to you.

“Y/n-san! It’s so nice to see you again.” He says, chewing happily with a bright smile, mouth full with his half of the bun, and his long arm still outstretch to offer you his other half.

Look at him and Inuoka eating omg. 🥺

You suddenly have a difficult time gulping, and with widened eyes, you slowly force yourself to exhale. There’s a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach, a warm feeling that slowly crawls its way up your heart, then to the front of your forehead, as you feel the urge to explode, in tears? In laughter? In a whimper? You don’t know what is going on, and you’re just not going to think too hard about it as you look up at Lev chomping away at his food, oblivious of his effect on you.

How could he be so cheery all the time? It’s like his lips are made to smile and his eyes are made to glisten.

Like a robot, you stiffly bring both your hands up to accept half of his bun between your delicate fingers. You could have sworn the bread looked a lot smaller when it was in his hand.

“Thank you.”

He nods enthusiastically in return. “I was worried because we never really exchanged contact. So I spent a good couple of minutes trying to figure out how to see you again.”

You feel a rush of warmth to your cheeks as you slowly nibble at the soft bread, barely making it anywhere near the filling. “Did that work out for you?”

“Yea! You said your store was near 8-Eleven, so I asked my friends to come get lunch here with me!” He turns back to wave at his friends, though no one returned his gesture except for the tall male with spiky brown hair, waving back with matching enthusiasm. (Inuoka 🥺)

He asked his friends to get lunch here just so he can maybe run into you again?

Looking off to the side, you continue to nibble at your bun, thankful that he’s offered it to you because you’re suddenly too shy to enter 8-Eleven with all those attractive guys sitting in front of it.

“So where are you headed to?” He looks at you with a soft smile, finding the fact that you’re holding your food with two hands very endearing, like a little chipmunk.

“I’m just heading to the shop, I wanted to see if there’s going to be any new cameras that might come in today.”

“Oooh, can I come with?” He leans down to look at you and you can’t resist his eager eyes.

“Sure.” Then you walk off with him happily trailing next to you, readjusting his steps to match your speed.

At the bench, Yaku is holding a melted ice cream, the dessert no longer holding its integrity as the liquid drips down his wrists and on to his grey trousers. He puts it in front of him so it drips to the ground instead, teeth gritting in frustration.

“Freaking Lev! Why would he ask me to hold his ice cream if he’s not planning on getting it back.” He frowns as he watches his tall friend leave with you.

“He forgot his bag too!” Inuoka says when he notices that all their bags are still perfectly lined up next to each other’s.

Kuroo finishes his box of milk with a few airy sips, and tosses it into the garbage bin. “This guy…whoever they were just got him hooked.”

Kenma looks up from his game momentarily to glance at the two of you before looking back down without a word.

—————

The bell to your parent’s store jingles when you open the front door, allowing it to slowly recline back to close.

Your father’s eyes light up when he sees you bounce towards the counter with an enthusiastic grin, while your mother waves at you from the cashier. “I’m here to bother you during my lunch break again!”

Your parents laugh, clearly not bothered by your visits at all, they almost expected you to. Your father looks to the tall boy next to you with a warm smile. “Welcome to our shop!”

Lev smiles back, bowing politely to him then to your mother before leaning back up to look at you. “This is my friend Lev, he just wants to swing by and check out our store.”

“Glad to hear that!” Your father laughs as he sets down a big cardboard box filled with new cameras that arrived today on the glass counter. “Check out our new arrivals!”

You gasp when you spot a model you love, reaching in to pick it up delicately, as if it’s a newborn baby. “N-No way!! A Fujifilm point and shoot in collaboration with Disney?!”

“Yea! You should have seen the guy who came over to sell it!” Your dad begins.

Your mother turns around in her seat and laughs. “He was all dressed up in a Donald Duck t-shirt and Mickey jeans.”

Why are you so excited over a Mickey Mouse on a camera? Lev tilts his head, a little confused but he’s happy you’re happy.

You turn to him with your sparkles in your eyes and his brightens right back. “I can’t believe a collector in this town decided to sell it to us. This is a very rare collection, and in such pristine condition too.”

I guess, who wouldn’t be happy to see Mickey Mouse on a camera. He’s happy for you.

“Whoa!” He says, unsure what else he could add on to keep your smiles going for longer. “Y/n-san, what kind of photos do you take?”

You set the camera back into the box and picks up another to inspect its condition. “All sorts! I do a lot of street photographies, but I’ll have occasional cravings to do fashion portraits too.”

Your father was about to discuss more exciting facts about the camera in your hand, but your mother places her hand on his bicep to silence him with a smile, nodding towards you and Lev who are conversing happily. The two of you are in your own little bubble.

“That’s so cool! I’d love to have a look at your photos sometime!”

“I would love for you to see it! I have it in my room if you’d like to!”

Nodding his head quickly, he responds. “Yes please!!”

You set the camera back down again and walks over to the employees only door that leads up to your home above the shop. “Thanks for sharing these with me dad! I’ll come look into it some more after school!”

“Of course, honey, There might even be more later!”

With an excited nod, you turn to walk up the stairs with Lev behind you.

——————

“Whoa, Y/n-san!!!” He dashes to the collage of photographs next to your bed, eyeing every single one of them with his eyes sparkling. “Are you sure you don’t work for an editorial or something?!”

You laugh timidly as you sit on the bed, bringing your hand to rub the back of your neck shyly, you’ve never been good at taking compliments. “That makes me happy to hear, Lev, I’ve always wanted to work as an editorial photographer.”

“You should! I know you will.” He says with so much confidence, it almost felt like you’ve known him for much longer than just this morning.

He notices you have one particular male model reoccur in a few of your photoshoots. “Are these your friends, y/n-san?”

“Not really, I’m not really too close to anyone here. But I’m not afraid to ask random people who’s caught my eye to model for me.” Then you look up to see that he’s pointing to a specific model, causing you to look down with your cheeks warm. “Oh, him. We used to be neighbors, but he doesn’t go to Nekoma anymore.” He was your first real crush.

Not quite getting the answer he was looking for, he decides to brush it off and continue to look at your other photos, comically leaning his lanky limbs down just so he can have a closer look.

Meanwhile, you can’t help but draw your eyes back to Lev, unintentionally studying his features: eyes very feline-like, as he studies your photographs like a snow leopard with his big hands on his long long legs. He would look so great with olive on his smooth skin, one that would accentuate the definition of his long neck that leads up to his defined jaws. Perhaps a button up with some free flowing trousers?

Gosh…he is beautiful, how have you not realized it this morning.

Sensing the silence in the room, he glances over to see your eyes immediately snap away from him as you look down to your lap while fiddling with the material of your comforter.

But that doesn’t bother him, he likes that you notice him.

“How come I don’t see you in any of these photos?” He asks, standing up tall.

“Because I’m the one taking the photos? Also, I don’t think I’m too photogenic.”

“Nonsense!” You look up to see him smile cheekily at you, and you almost just want to raise your camera to photograph him again. “You have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen!”

You feel immense heat rise up your cheeks and that warm feeling in your gut returns, but before you could burst, he adds.

“But that’s ok! I guess I’ll just have to earn your trust so I can photograph you with the Leila 2.”

You blink before you begin to laugh, finding his failed attempt to remember the names of your camera incredibly endearing. “My Leica M2?”

“I was so close! Yes, that one!” He laughs.

Your laugh slowly settles when you look at his face for the 100th time today, the after smile still apparent on your lips, but your eyes are enchanted by his boyish charm.

You want to photograph him so bad…

“Lev…” You breath, he stops laughing and looks at you, a glint of expectation in his eyes.

“Hmm?”

Your eyes widened when you realized you actually attempted to speak your mind. “Uhh, um. Nothing…we should probably head back to school.”

His expectation dissipates, replaced by a nod and an unintentional flirty smile. “Yea, but after I get your number?” (Smooth. Lev totally gives me that unintentional flirty boy vibe, where everyone thinks he’s flirting with them, until you realize that he’s just generally friendly lol.)

He doesn’t even know what he was expecting, but he can’t seem to stop himself from trying to learn more about what else might make you smile.

—————

It had been over a month since you’ve met him, and the two of you had been texting frequently. Some days when he’s extra busy with volleyball, you find yourself constantly glancing at your phone in anticipation for his response to just about anything you sent him. When you do get a notification from him, you can’t help but smile widely as you finger rushes to see what he’s said.

You would wake up and fall asleep to his texts, and though you’ve denied your expectations of receiving his daily greetings, he never seems to let you down. It makes you feel special, like he’s always here with you, thinking of you.

Some days, he’ll show up to your shop after practice when you are close to the end of your night shift, just to say hi, and eat some quick dinner together before he has to run home.

Your parents keep asking you about Lev, but you would always tell them that he’s just your friend, and they would exchange knowing looks to one another.

“Oh sweetie, Lev came by last night and he wanted us to give this to you, first thing in the morning.”

Your mother pulls out a neatly wrapped present with Mickey Mouse printed all over it. Your heart flutters with joy as you feel heat rush to your cheeks and the corners of your lips automatically rise. You reach your arms out to bring it to your chest, before excusing yourself back up stairs.

“I like this one.” Your mother says to your father, who nods happily.

“Yea, I like him a lot too.”

——————

Shutting the door lightly behind you, you flop down on your bed with the present in front of you on the pillow. This is the first time someone aside from your parents had ever gifted you on your birthday.

Reaching for your phone, you move the present on to your prettier blanket before snapping a quick photo of it to send to Lev. He responds almost instantly.

y/n [6:10 AM]

-photo-

Lev!!! Thank you so much for your present!

Lev [6:10 AM]

Yayy, I’m so glad! Have you opened it?! :D

y/n [6:11 AM]

Not yet! I’m just excited.

Lev [6:11AM]

Well, open it, y/n-san. I hope you’ll like it.

You set your phone down to unwrap your present, until you hear another ping.

Lev [6:13 AM]

WAITTT!!!

Y/n!!

Let’s video call! I want to see your reaction. :)

Suddenly you’ve become very nervous, you’ve never video called him before and you weren’t properly dressed yet. You look down to inspect the current state of your appearance: oversized hoodie and boxer shorts, your hair is a mess and your teeth had not been brushed.

You could hold off on unwrapping your present, but you recall your parents specifically say that he wanted it to be given to you, first thing in the morning. But the lingering drowsiness from waking up so early, still weighs your lids and the thought of peeling off your comfortable hoodie and clothing your bare legs feel unbearably troublesome.

Lev [6:17 AM]

Y/n san??

Screw it.

You force yourself not to think too much as you hit a video icon under his name, and he picks up almost right away.

“Y/n-san, happy birthday!” He says, voice still a little husky from sleep, and you instantly feel your heart beat just a little faster as you eye his appearance through your small screen. His silver hair is still messy, unlike his usual neat side sweep, and he’s still bundled up in his purple blanket, allowing his toned arms to come in full display when he hugs a pillow that’s under his chest. Something about his undone appearance makes you want to be right there with him.

“Lev-san!” You gulp as you try to divert your eyes back to his sleepy smile as he lazily rests his chin on a pillow. “Did I wake you up?”

“Nope! I had to be up anyway. Now, open open!” He gestures with a nod.

You set your phone down on your pillow as you sit cross legged in the center of your bed with the present on your lap. He pulls his phone closer to subtly check you out; secretly imagining you in his hoodie instead, then blushes when he notices your bare legs, the hem of your plaid boxers only peaking shyly.

If only his phone would not make a snapping sound, he would have screen grabbed this image of you, looking so temptingly undone. (<- What would he do with the photo tho 👀😉 )

You read the tag and begins to smile, moving your fingers to carefully unwrap the golden ribbons and the dotted paper, making sure to not to rip anything by accident.

Lev sets his phone against his pillow, then leans onto the back of his hands as he watches you with a smile. Your happiness is just so infectious, and he can’t stop himself from craving it.

You squeal and giggle happily when you pull out the camera strap and 3 rolls of film you’ve always had your eyes on. His eyes sparkles and his smile widens at your reaction, as he laughs with you.

He wants this moment to last. He wants to keep seeing you smile.

—————

You did it, you finally asked Lev to model for you.

It had been 2 months since you’ve done any photoshoots, and you can’t seem to figure out why you found it so difficult to ask him to model for you…

You think back to your other failed attempts and face palms yourself when you try to recount all the times you would watch him in his moment in awe, then his name would slip from your lips without your mind’s consent. When he responds and urges you to continue, you would always look away and change the subject.

He steps out of your restroom in the clothes you’ve handed him, and you can’t help but stare.

“Is this ok?” He asks innocently.

And he is more than okay.

He looks even better than how you’ve always imagined him to: standing so tall in his olive button up and brown trousers, his top unbuttoned down by two. His shoulders are a lot broader and his waist more snatched than how you’ve imagined him under Nekoma’s ill-fitting uniform.

Here’s my quick doodle of Lev for this fic haha.

You run your eyes up and down his figure, trying to come off like you’re looking over his outfit, but really, you’re trying to brush off the tingly feeling at the tip of your ears.

“If you’re comfortable…” You hesitate, as you realize your request may be too much to ask for. “umm…if you could unbutton one more?…ah, only if you’re comfortable, you don’t have t-“ You continue to ramble but he just nods and unbuttons his third one, revealing his toned chest.

You eyes widen because you were not expecting him to be so chiseled, but that actually makes a lot of sense since he’s a volleyball player after all. Then you look away with your cheeks flushed when he grins at you with a wink. (Ah 😳)

Damn him and his pecks.

You mentally shake your head to snap yourself out of his allure, rummaging through your bag on your lap. “Oh…I almost forgot.” Pulling out your black camera, you offer it to him with a smile. “Here’s my Leica M2!”

He beams and carefully holds it in his large hands, the way he’s observe you when you inspect the store’s new arrival; like a newborn.

“Yes!!! Thank you so much, I almost thought you forgot about it.” Without hesitance, he walks over to his bag that’s next to you on the bed, then pulls out a roll of film. You look at him a little surprised.

“When did you get that roll?”

“Oh, your parents gave it to me on one of the times when I came to visit, but you weren’t here.” He gets on his knees beside you, putting the camera on your bed to perform his first loading operation. You blink when he does it so calmly and so perfectly, snapping the back shut before cranking the lever until the notch reads 0: ready for its first real shot.

“H-How? What? When did you know how to do that?” He looks at you with an excited smile.

“Your father taught me this! Haha.”

Your confusion fades as you begin to feel a little down; you wanted to teach Lev how to shoot on film…”Did he teach you how to develop film too?” You say quietly as you get up with your bag strapped across your shoulder.

His eyes widen, suddenly realizing why you’ve stopped smiling. “No, I asked him not to because I want you to be the one to teach me.” He gets up from his knees to take a step towards you. “Will you help me with that, Y/n-san?”

“Yea.” You take a moment before responding, turning to walk away, but he brings your wrist into both his palms.

“Y/n-san…I’m sorry if I made you sad.”

He sits on the edge of your bed, then gently tugs you into his arms, resting his head against your right shoulder, with one of his large hands comfortably on the small of your back while the other’s on your nape.

You immediately stiffen up before slowly allowing yourself to relax in his warmth, bringing your arms to shyly wrap around his waists and leaning your head on top of his, inhaling slowly to bask in the fresh scent of his silver strands. The two of you stay that way a while, maybe a little longer than you should, before he shifts to look at you. A strange feeling in your stomach at the unusual sight of his face so close to yours at eye level.

You look right back into his captivating orbs, the charm of his feline-like eyes hold your gaze captive, and like a magnet, you find yourself leaning closer to him as he does the same. Before your mind could register the situation, your soft lips meets his plush ones, and like a feather, he starts with a gentle pucker; a kiss to show that he is grateful to be here with you.

Then another, this time pulling his lower lip to brush against yours before firmly lining it up, his eyes half lidded, drunken on the sweetness of your taste: he’s kindly begging to see happiness return to your oculus.

His arms around your body tightens, as an intense craving for your warmth flushed against his body becomes unbearable. Any skin to skin he can feel, he’ll gladly cherish.

You two pull back to look into each other’s eyes, and like a competition to see who has the better attention to detail, your gaze dances up and down his features, as you ingrain every dust of subtle freckles on his nose and every strand of his fluttery lashes in your mind. Then you bring both your hands to his soft cheeks to pull him back in for a firmer kiss.

This time, he runs the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance as you gladly grant him access. Your tongue dances with his in new found harmony, before switching back to your firmer kisses, falling into a natural rhythm.

He squeezes his hand on your lower back to deepen the kiss and he can’t help but smile to your warm lips when he hears a small giggle vibrate from your throat.

He pulls back, keeping his face very close to yours as he looks down at you, half lidded, with a growing smirk. “I see someone’s a little ticklish.”

“No, I’m not.” As you’re trying to push him away with both your hands, he pulls you in closer with a laugh, reconnecting his lips to yours while his hands ladders up your sides, down your back then to the back of your neck, gently squeezing as he go.

You squirm in his arms, trying to contain your laughter as you try to focus on kissing him, but you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. He pulls back to study your adorable expressions before nuzzling his face to your neck, making sure to breath heavily so you can giggle some more for him.

He is hooked, this is his new addiction.

“Lev, I’m going to kill you!” You giggle as you try to weakly push his head away, but he only nuzzles you harder, wiggling both his hands up and down your sides. “Hahahah!”

The fact that he has you pinned so tightly, heightens your sensitivity as you are tempted to give in to your hysteria.

Then an idea pops up in his mind.

“Y/n-san, wait here.” He says as he sets you free, allowing you to catch your breath as you clutch your sides in an attempt to rid your goosebumps of its phantom. He grabs your camera from the bed, then walks over to set it up on your dresser, opposite to you.

“How do you set a timer on this?”

“There should be a notch to the side.” You respond out of instinct, though you are a little confused as to what he’s trying to capture. Your room is messy from all the clothes you have laid out for Lev to try, and the sun is way too direct to be flattering.

Crank. Tik, tik, tik.

He hovers his hands over the camera for a moment, making sure that it will not fall, then sits back down on his previous spot on the bed. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pulls you to his lap then leans down to kiss you with one hand to support the back of your head, simultaneously fluttering his long fingers on the small strip of exposed skin above your waistband. You squirm ticklishly, no longer able to hold back your sweet giggles as he laughs at your reaction, leaning down to trail ghost-like kisses down your chin. He’s thoroughly enjoying himself. Snap.

“Yay, my first shot!” He exclaims excitedly, still tickling and easily holding down your thrashing body with his big hands.

“Haha, you…evil!” You manage mid giggle as you weakly reach your arms out to wiggle at his waist with your long nails, causing him to double over, laughing, before swinging you on to the bed so that he doesn’t drop you by accident.

With his long legs straddling your waist, he pounces at you with both hands, tickling you mercilessly all over, shifting between spots so swiftly that you are not allowed any chance to grab his wrists. When you’ve given up on your defense, you diverted to the offensive, feathering your nails up his exposed neck then to the back of his ears. He laughs obnoxiously, then in an attempt to worsen your predicament, he nuzzles his nose against your neck, using his laugh as a weapon to tickle you with his erratic breaths.

“Ok, ok, I surrender haha.” He giggles, as he tries to stop you by easily grasping both your wrists into one of his large hands and pinning it above your head. Oddly enough, it almost did not seem like you’re the winner here. 😳

Realizing the suggestive position you are both in, he lets go of your wrist to bring one of his calloused hands to tenderly caress your warm cheek, his eyes look to yours with adoration. He didn’t want this moment to be lewd, he just wants it to be soft and genuine.

“I like you a lot, y/n-san.”

You cup his face with your hands before pulling him down to place a kiss to his forehead. “I like you too.”

Then your eyes catch a glimpse of his torso to see that his outfit is now wrinkly again, and from his position above you, gravity had tugged his half unbuttoned shirt revealingly, allowing you to see all the way down his chiseled abs.

You gulp. Oh boy, and here you thought he’s all fluff.

He notices you checking him out, then gives you the biggest, cheekiest grin as he leans down to nibble your ear.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up.” Smacking his flexed bicep in embarrassment, only to feel heat rising to your head as you felt how rock solid it was.

“I’m going to say it!”

“Stop”

“Why don’t you take a photo of it then.” He says with a wink, earning a laugh and a facepalm from you.

“Goof, I will.”

—————

After getting Lev re-dressed, you take him to all the different places you thought were interesting, mostly away from public eyes. To your surprise, he poses very naturally, you barely have to give him any direction as he just automatically find ways to work his body in harmony with the settings.

Anywhere you go, and everyone you pass, people always seem to turn their heads back around to look at him; some were gazes of infatuated while some were of jealousy. But the amusing part of it all is how oblivious he had been about the looks he’s gotten, instead, his attention is all on you, and that really made you feel a stronger connection to him; both as his significant other and his photographer.

With any moment you were with him that day, you can’t help but raise your camera up to capture all the small things Lev would do; randomly reaching out to touch a small branch as he walks, leaning all the way down to talk to a cat by the side of the streets, and smiling widely every time you call his name, as if he’s meeting you for the first time after a very long time.

You want to capture it all with your camera; a physical manifestation of your memory. And you’re not the only one, sometimes you’ll catch him pull out his camera when you are fiddling with yours, or when the sun would kiss your radiant skin while you look up to the bright blue sky with your fist above you, something you would always do to discern the direction of your shadows. When you turn to him after hearing a snap, he would give you the cheekiest grin, before running up to you like nothing had happened.

Lev is as fascinated of you as you are of him.

You’ve read that a good photographer is able to draw a relationship with any of their models, but there is something really special about a session with someone you share personal interests with outside of the studio.

You never knew how it felt like to have someone like that to photograph, but today is the first time in a long time where every shutter feels like a blink, and the lens you look through feels like the extension of your pupils.

—————

You could have developed the film you’ve shot with Lev that same day, but you decided to be nice and wait until he’s done with his before doing so, since your tank could hold two rolls each time.

It had been a week since that shoot, and you’re surprised when Lev barges into your camera shop after his practice with the cat you’ve attempted to photograph months ago, dangling pathetically in his hands. He raises it up with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“I think I finished my roll!”

Leaning on the glass counter at the shop, a big smile slowly creeps to your lips. His enthusiasm is so contagious, and seeing him definitely brights up your day every time.

“Congrats! Come here, let’s wind it up”

He sets the cat down, outside of your shop, petting it goodbye, before bouncing up to you and setting the camera down gently on the glass.

“Ok, so you’re going to want to pull this lever up half way, then with the other hand, press down on this little button.” You go to explain the steps, pointing to the different parts of the camera and miming your motion before handing it back to him. “Try it!”

He tries to follow your instructions, nervously pulling the lever up halfway, pressing the button underneath the camera, then begins to unwind. You bring your ear close to the camera to listen for a click, and he does the same.

Click.

Both your eyes light up, as he looks to you for approval before opening up the back. The film roll looks hilariously tiny in his large hands as he holds it out to you happily. “I did it!”

“Good job, Lev! Now you can put that in your empty canister!”

But he’s already at it, nodding happily as he rummages through his gym bag for one. Once it’s in, you hand him a tape and he concentrates on labelling it before handing the tape and pen back to you with a smile.

“I really can’t wait!” He hands your camera back to you, but instead, you shake your head.

“It’s yours. I’ve had it for a long time now.” His eyes widen as he reaches across the counter to pull you into a hug, placing a small kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you so much, I will be a very good camera parent!” You laugh.

“You had been! That’s why I trust you” And he smiles back so widely, you never want to feel his arms unwrap itself from your torso.

—————

When your shift is over that night, you bring Lev to your room to demonstrate the procedure with your roll of exposed film, so he can see it with the lights on. You had him reattempt it a few times with his eyes closed, occasionally reaching your hands out to guide him.

Once he feels confident enough, which was very quickly, you lay out everything you need on your bed, tells Lev to sit on the mattress, crosslegged, before throwing a blanket over him and all the tools.

You take a step back to laugh when you notice how silly this looks; Lev looks like a giant on your bed, and now that there’s a blanket over him, he can’t seem to stop giggling.

“Alright, I’m turning off the lights. Hold tight, you blanket monster."

Then you draw your blackout curtains, turns off all the lights and makes sure that your room is completely dark before climbing under the blanket, opposite to him. You didn’t tumble or walk into anything at all since you’ve done this so many times.

“Ok, so treat this just like your practice run! I find it easier to keep your eyes closed.”

He nods, but then he quickly realizes that you could not see him. “Ok!”

Reaching for his film, he begins working on his operation, surprisingly calmly, though he did fumble and struggle to load his strip on to his roll, he kept persisting. Meanwhile, you work on yours in silence and with very precise movements.

Soon after, you load both your films into your tub and closes the lid, before pulling the blanket off.

“Oof, it was hot in there!” He says, stretching his arms up in the dark while you set the tub on your desk before turning the lights back on.

“You’re like a human furnace, it’s never been that warm under the blankets before. how was it?”

He does the grabby hands and pulls you back on to his lap, placing a small kiss to your nose before responding.

“It was really comforting.” Then he gently squeezes his hand on your waist, causing you to wiggle out of his gasp with a squeal.

“I’m not falling for that again!” You exclaim, sitting on the the ground with your arms around your torso to protect yourself from the tickle monster.

He laughs loudly. “But you’re so adorable!”

————

Lev eventually left to go home after the film was developed.

Excited to see the results of your photoshoot, you stayed up late to scan all the shots. Once it’s done, you disconnect your laptop so you can sit on your bed with your back against the wall, happily flipping through the shots while snacking on some dates.

As expected, all your shots of Lev turned out very well, and you can’t help but linger on some of the photos, obsessing over just how effortlessly captivating he look; he’ll look so seductive in one, looking down at the camera, half lidded with the slightest hint of a playful smirk, while in the next, he’ll look so innocent, with his face tilted slightly downwards, and his almond eyes subtly widened, allowing the sun to bounce off the vibrancy of his gem colored orbs.

You can’t believe that his only modeling experience was of him with his sister, on an ice cream commercial when he was 5. You laugh at the thought of him smothering his face with ice cream.

But what surprises you most is Lev’s album; with photos of you taking up more than half of his roll, and they were all very well shot too. Do I really look like this?

You hate being photographed, but upon looking through his shots of you, you can’t help but feel the warmth of happiness radiate from within your heart.

Through his lens, you looked so authentic and genuinely happy. He captured you at moments you never knew was worth capturing, and you begin to wonder if he had the same urge to photograph you as badly as you did for him, when you first met in the alley at dawn.

Recounting back to all the times you felt his eyes watch you appreciatively, with a warm smile. He makes you feel loved, and special.

You come to realize why you hate to be photographed; you never felt worthy enough to spend a roll of film on. But he’s proving you wrong, as you now understand the way he sees you.

He sees you for you. It’s as simple as that.

Then at the end of the album, you see a photo that brings the happiest smile to your lips: it was his first shot where he’s tickling you. The light that you thought was too direct, turned out to be perfectly exposed, rimming the two of you beautifully, while the mess on your bed provided authenticity to the photo. You can’t help but smile wider as you remember the exact moment when you two kissed for the first time.

You’ve finally found your muse.

——————

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[witchsheartbooks]

How about Claire x Mansion squad HCs in which they realize that their child inherited the Witch's Heart?

This will be a platonic x Reader. With the Reader being the child.

Claire:

She’d be moderately concerned especially after everything she went through. It was one of her fears after all. When she had dealt with it herself.

She sits them down one day, not yet sure if she should involve her partner in the discussion.

“My ray of sunshine. I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to have this talk with you but it looks like I don’t have much of a choice.” She then ruffles your hair, giving you a soft look paired with a smile that could only be described as sad.

You tilt your head quizzically, it wasn’t often that your mother was anything other than happy so it was reason for concern.

Claire reaches from behind her and produces a book. “Do you remember these books? The ones I used to read you?”

You nod, “Yes but I like the one you tell me that isn’t in a book! The one about you and Dad!”

You of course were referring to the story of her and Noel. It captivated you, always hearing of just how far he had gone for your mother.

Claire then sets the book down, solumnly. “Ah yes. That one’s you’re favorite isn’t it?”

There was a tangible pause paired with a sigh. “There are things I had trouble sharing with you. You were so young at the time so now I feel I can tell you the whole story.”

She lifts her finger, tilting it to the side and offering to smile. “It’s kinda scary though. Your opinions of my friends might change. Are you ready?”

Your brows furrow as you give a determined nod, hugging a pillow to your chest as you prepare yourself to listen.

Hours passed and you look at your mother wide eyed as she finishes with. “And now…it seems you have the Witch’s heart too.”

You toss the pillow and scramble to your mom, holding her tight. “But everything’s ok now, right? All of you are still friends and-”

She then combed your hair, shushing you gently. “Of course it is! Your father and I are going to protect you ok?”

Her voice then grew more serious as her brows furrowed. “But you can’t tell anyone ok? Even your best friends.”

You give a firm nod, squeezing her again as you simply shake in place.

Ashe:

He noticeably freezes, coming across the research confirming his worst fears.

You his own child seem to have possessed the Witch’s Heart.

No no, that can’t be right. Y/N can’t have the heart. Not like Claire. His breath caught in his throat, remembering the loss of Lilia and his two parents. Imagery entering his head upon then seeing you in the position Claire had been in.

He pushed the papers aside and stood. “No.”

Ashe was determined not to lose you. You were the only family he had and after finally having one of his own he refused to lose his family yet again.

He doesn’t speak to you about it, in fact he avoids the conversation entirely.

Your dad’s behavior tends to shift and he becomes more strict on you than you could ever have imagined.

Had you done something wrong? Where had this come from?

But you had never seen your father so scared outside of when he wakes up from those dreams he has.

The two of you spoke of almost everything so why wouldn’t he tell you…?

Unfortunately for him. Ashe would make his worst mistake this way.

Wilardo:

Taking you under his wing had curved his loneliness.

Being sterile and all, he couldn’t have children normally.

But finding you one day, it reminded him of his tie with gramps.

There was a bitter sweetness there but with how old he was now he masked it rather well.

Your father was perceptive at best, though as intimidating as he could be to others, he was always soft with you.

Though one day you noticed him growing unreasonably tense.

Setting your hand on his shoulder you try to gently get his attention.

He quirks a brow at you, keeping silent.

“Dad…? What’s wrong?” He seemed to look at you differently from before.

More distance in his gaze, more contemplative. Perhaps he was having a bad day? You couldn’t tell.

He simply shook his head. “Let’s stop for today yea? I’ll make us food. You can wander while you wait but stay close.”

He then brushes past you setting up a fire in order to prepare food. Occasionally glancing at you as you wandered the space obliviously.

With a inaudible exhale he merely watched you idly. Why am I always pulled into these hard choices…? Just like with Claire all those years ago.

He hummed while putting together the food, I have options… I could protect them like I tried with Claire but- Hm… the other option is we could both die…

Something else he remembered like a dream, an outcome with Claire where he had done the same.

He eyed you with this soft heart broken gaze, his chest fuckin hurt that’s for sure.

Was this selfish? Possibly. Or perhaps it was mercy.

While you wandered carelessly, the brooding immortal had called you back over for the meal. Handing you the bowl first and watching as you hungrily dug into the food.

You felt your muscles go limp, dropping the empty bowl as he caught you with a sigh.

Your consciousness fades and the last thing you manage to catch is, your fathers voice. “It will be over soon, Rose bud…”

Sirius:

The two of you were sitting, having afternoon tea as he was working on a few amulets in silence.

You knew how particular your father was so you did your best to keep quiet as he worked.

It was one of the few ways you could spend time with him after all so you felt it was worth it for just abit of your silence.

You doodled on this paper in front of you and he idly quirked a brow to watch.

The lines began to form a large gem in the shape of what would be the Witch’s Heart.

It was something you kept seeing in a dream, because of this your dream journal was filled to the brim with drawings of it among the disturbing imagery that usually came with this captivating gem.

Sirius sets down his cup, folding his hands as he only watched. The memories of his two best friends, his partner and that irritating Ashe Bradley idly passed through, invoking a sigh from the other.

“Y/N.” He prodded gently, enough to draw your attention away from the page.

“Hm?” Your head tilted, brows furrowing at his concerned expression. Your father as intelligent as he is happened to be a worrier at the best of times.

“I’m quite curious of your drawing, may I see it?” His red eyes conveyed only worry, his shoulders happened to be visibly tense as well.

You nod, hopping up and circling the work table to sit next to him and place it in his hands.

He only stared at the page, brows furrowed as he placed a hand on your back and rubbed. “Y/N. Do you know what this is?”

Your own brows furrowed and you gently shook your head. “I keep having dreams about it. Plus I see all these scary bloody images but-”

He gently shushes you, patting your head. “I know someone who had this gem once, you know.”

He pauses before correcting himself, “Well..two actually.”

He sets down the paper, rising from his spot and motioning for you to follow.

You perk up, tailing along with him, grasping his hand and kind of ducking under his longer cloak of which you had always seen him wearing.

Of course, you weren’t aware this was new and something he had adopted after the events of the cursed Witch’s mansion.

He mused a chuckle, patting your head again as he lead you into the side room, producing a small blue diary and slipping a picture into your palms.

You perked up, recognizing everyone in the folder immediately. “This is you, Claire and Lady Dorothy!!”

He simply nods, standing next to you and looking at the picture himself. “Yes. Though the two Elford women I looked up to, had that very gem in their chests..”

He gently taps the chest of those two in the picture.

You look up at him tilting your head in minor confusion. “Why is it in their chests, Papa?”

He only sighed, “The gemstone you were drawing is referred to as the Witch’s Heart. “

He suppresses a dry laugh as he continued, “ You know if only I wasn’t so stubborn in the beginning of it all I could have understood it all better, sooner. “

He eyes you softly. “This stone brings ruin to anyone who tries to use it. Though it tends to be in the possession of admirable people. Those who are selfish in their ambitions tend to use these people in order to get what they want, even if it means discarding them.”

He pets your hair, sighing again. “It’s how I lost Lady Dorothy in the first place. Though Noel and I, were sure not to lose Claire in the same way.”

Sirius then paces until he’s standing in front of you, your large eyes focused on him. So much trust held in that young gaze of yours. He now understood the position Lady Dorothy was in when she had him. “Love. You must listen to me very carefully.”

He taps his cheek as he continues, only focused on you, his child. “You must keep this information to yourself. Only speak of it with me.”

You blink tilting your head, “But what about Wilardo-”

He gently shushes you.”Let me handle it, Alright?”

After a moment you smile, giving him a squeeze, feeling him relax as you do.

Should my suspicions be correct my little tea leaf. I won’t let this all happen again.. He mused as he simply pat your head, returning the hug.

Noel:

Stress, this is a fantastic word to describe what your father goes through upon learning this information from Claire.

He had thought it was all over, that things had been wrapped up since their time in the mansion but to hear of this now only gave him whiplash as his chest only seized. Bringing his wife into his arms, remembering it all again.

Of course Claire was familiar with this reaction. He’d often wake up this way and go into a panic attack for a good while until she was able to quell him.

Claire hums idly, combing his hair and urging him to look at her.

“It’s ok Noel,” She continues softly. “Focus on me. We can protect them. We can do anything together, remember?”

The tension in his shoulders hadn’t subsided but damn if he didn’t cling to her. Losing her so many times had been one thing but losing the fruit of their love would ruin him beyond what you could begin to imagine.

He loved her so much, he loved you. Something he believed he could never have but also at first wasn’t sure that he even wanted.

Though after laying eyes on you in Claire’s arms for the very first time, he couldn’t begin to imagine a world without you or her in it.

For a while, Noel believed the only family he could ever have would be Sirius and Claire. Though now after the fact he was surrounded by more friends of which he could have originally imagined and his beautiful wife and child.

Claire brings him to the window, so they could both look at you as you play outside. Sitting in that small flower patch in front of the cottage.

His shoulders slack upon seeing you safe. That’s all he’s focused on, your safety, your happiness.

He want’s you to live, just as much as he wants her to live.

And he’ll be damned if anything happened to either of you.

~Mod Sirius

#Witch's Heart #Claire Elford #Wilardo Adler #Sirius Gibson #Noel Levine #Ashe Bradley #Mod Sirius #Anonymous

[grouptalekindnesssoul]

Coffee Shop AU

@anonymousfandomtrash Merry Christmas! (This may be aged up. We’ll see what the muse dictates)

I first noticed how your hands had pencil smudges on them. I hid my own paint speckled ones behind gloves. You were reaching for your hot chocolate, and I blurted something stupid.

“You draw?”

“Huh?” You met my eyes with a confused look on your face. I felt my face go hot, and stammered for a way to fix my outburst. 

“You have..pencil on your fingers” 

“Oh. Yea I was doing sketches to scan later and color digitally. Didn’t notice I’d gotten stuff on my hands” You shrugged, and I nodded.

“Show me it when you’re done!” I called after your retreating back. You had your music in and didn’t hear me. I didn’t think you’d remember me, but a few days later and you were back. I stared at you, before ducking away to let my co-worker handle it. I put down your hot chocolate, before turning away to mix the next beverage.

“Here. I’m Holly, by the way” You said, and I turned. A drawing sat on the counter, one being a strange cat-like creature. The other was a quick sketch of me.

“Katie. Thanks” I picked it up, smiling. 

“Are you an artist too?” You point to my arms. I glance down, blushing again. I had forgotten I had painted on myself in boredom earlier.

“Oh, yea. Mostly doodles. I, uh, was convinced to do a painting with one of my better ones. I got bored though” I attempt to shrug it off, a smile pulling the right corner of my mouth up. You nod and jot down a number. I look at it in confusion.

“Call me. We could trade art tips” You wave and take your drink, leaving. 

----

“I love you” I finally whisper into the phone a few weeks later. I hang up before you respond, muffling my embarrassed shouts in a pillow. I get a text soon after, responding with two words that set my heart a-flutter

Me too

#aaaaaaa #Is it good? #maybe #Am I a hopeless romantic? #yes

[dcptcnx]

This was on my mind

Satoru and Suguru who just watch you lay down on the bed, humming to a sing they don’t know. Satoru slolwy creeps behind you and hugs you while you chuckle and he smiles too, “how’ve you been Sweets?” He’d ask you as you turn to look at him, your smaller body hugging his own, breathing into his scent.

You just hum again, waiting fo suguru to prop and when he does you turn to him as well, kissing his forehead and smiling, “I’ve been fine,”you muse, getting up—causing the two men to do the same.

You spend minutes such, just looking at each other as you slowly crawl in Satoru’s embrace, sticking to him and straddling his back (like a koala-) as he pats your head, eyes shimmering.

“Someone’s clingy eh?” Suguru mutters as he gets behind you too, drawing out silly doodles on your back and let a sigh out too. “We’ll, you begin, looking at Toru’, “You guys have just been so mean to me.”

And that was all it took for a gasp to fall short of both men’s lips as they bury you deep in their own little embrace, not letting go and try however hard you can, they’d sit silently and Wash you in love.

“Mean huh?” Suguru would then say with a smile as you fall asleep- Satoru’s eyes fixated upon his—“Yea well, you are mean.” Satoru would say giggling himself as his arm wraps around Sugur’s waist, falling asleep quick, leaving the younger male to question his said meaness

sorry- i did not want to make it this long- my apologies- feel free to delete istg

😭💙💜

I'd do anything to sleep with them

My body is slowly breaking bc I'm working a lot ;(

It's gonna be worth it come October, when I take a week off for vacation<3

Ty baby 🥰

#ᥫ᭡ ; angel answers #icarus my love <3