— tattoo artist! geto x reader
cw: lmao none just fluff :D, established relationship
a/n: this was really rushed so im sorry if its mid hsjsjs. ive been busy for a couple of days and i feel bad for not posting smth in a while :(( wrote this on a whim hope u enjoy <3
tattoo artist! geto, your boyfriend of 6 months who had earned a reputation as the top tattoo artist in all of tokyo, effortlessly excelling in his craft and garnering both attention and admiration from all who knew his work.
tattoo artist! geto who practically beams with excitement when you finally decide to get your first tattoo after much contemplation. he practically bounces with joy at the thought of being the one to ink your skin.
tattoo artist! geto who looks so happy the minute you walk into his shop, excited to be the one to have the honour of giving your first tattoo. he lets out a small chuckle when you mention that you wanted a small heart on your wrist. a classic! with a grin on his face, he replies with “no problem, sweetheart.”
tattoo artist! geto who can't help but smile softly as he watches you nervously fiddling with your hands while he prepares the tattoo design. he reassures you with his soothing voice, softly whispering in your ear, "don’t worry, I'll take good care of you."
tattoo artist! geto who knows just how nervous you are for your first tattoo, kisses your forehead gently before starting to work. "i promise it's going to be amazing, love. trust me," he whispers softly, earning a smile from you.
tattoo artist! geto who surprises you by playing their favorite music while they get tattooed, and even sings along softly to it as he works, a small smile forming on your face as you appreciate how much he had done just to make sure you were comfortable.
tattoo artist! geto who stops every few minutes to check in on you, making sure you're comfortable and asking if you need a break or if you want to continue.
tattoo artist! geto who takes his time with each stroke of the needle, making sure the design is perfect and that you're not in any pain. "you’re doing great, sweetheart," he whispers as he works.
tattoo artist! geto who pleasantly surprises you with his gentle touch as he carefully sketches out the design on your skin, his fingers brushing against your arm sending shivers down your spine.
as tattoo artist! geto finally finishes the last stroke of the tattoo, he steps back to admire his work with a satisfied smile. "do you like it?" he asks nervously, hoping you're happy with the result. your eyes light up as you catch the first glimpse of the small heart on your wrist, perfectly placed and beautifully detailed. you can't help but let out a gasp of delight, feeling a rush of happiness and pride wash over you.
tattoo artist! geto who lets out a sigh of relief when you nod enthusiastically, gushing about how much you love the tattoo. he can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he was the one to give you this special piece of art.
tattoo artist! geto who can't help but blush when you compliment his work, a rare smile gracing his usually stoic face as he thanks you for trusting him with your first tattoo experience.
tattoo artist! geto who helps you off the chair and leads you to the mirror, where you can get a better look at your new tattoo. he stands behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you both admire the simple yet meaningful together. “look at you, baby! you’re so pretty… so so so pretty…” his words caused you to giggle, a small blush forming on your cheeks
tattoo artist! geto who watches you with a warm gaze, his eyes twinkling with pride. "it looks perfect on you," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "i'm glad you trusted me with your first tattoo, sweetheart."
tattoo artist! geto who can't stop thinking about how adorable you looked the rest of the day, with your eyes gleaming and a wide smile on your face as you admired your new tattoo. every time he closes his eyes, he can see the look of pure joy and excitement on your face, and it warms his heart. he can't wait to come home, just so he could see your beautiful face again.
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Prior to sending the ask I was just guessing what matrophobia meant based on the root words but I looked it up after and went ohhhh and then you confirmed that extra dimension to it and I went OHHHHH
I think that gets to the heart of what I've been thinking about, that bittersweetness, because despite his best efforts... of course he could never end up anything like Yoko, but he still ended up with an abusive "household." Because in addition to Masato ending up how he did, he has to see those same situations play out, feel that same tension in the air between Jo and Ichi, over and over for almost a decade straight.
Like, in a way, he's forced to put himself in Toshio's shoes when that happens. He can't really get through to Jo, in the same way Toshio can't get through to Yoko, but he can try to step in before lasting damage is done, and he can try to make it bearable for his son. You know. Have a nice talk. Treat him to Peking duck. I'm SO normal about the (drawn-out) parallels of those scenes
So then with Jo... he kind of does become his father, even if he never wanted to (no one wants to), both through his ruinous neglect of Masato at birth and through how he comes to look at discipline and corporal punishment. I'm sure it's not lost on him in Masato's case (owww), but with Ichi, it's not like he has any reason to see him as his son... But How Far Can That Take You.
Because it's like, at the start, he was openly beating Ichi in front of Arakawa and not letting up much when Arakawa intervened. But then you have The Yubitsume Scene and Arakawa walking in on All That and... he looks sorry. Sorry for being caught, probably, but sorry nonetheless. Like... what changed between then and now... have you two had a Heartfelt Conversation... do you know where Arakawa got that scar... are you unable to change your "nature" even then...
Side note bro your SHOE is the size of his TORSO I promise you do not need to kick him with all the strength you've got like what the hell is this 😭😭😭
BUT ALL THAT ASIDE thank you so much for delving into the symbolism! Wonderful read. I don't really have an eye for symbolism, so that makes it all the more enjoyable to revisit the comic and everything with what you've gone into. I think a lot of your experiences resonate with mine, so conversely I'm not sure what others would take away from it, BUT I think there's enough there that's so insightful and evocative that it's effective without personal experience. I don't think there's anything I could add, so. Yeah. For once I am happy to sit back and take it all in... On that note, definitely looking forward to your next comic!
AUUUGH YEAAAH YEAHEYA HYEAH THAT EXACTLY OUUUGH OWIEE OWW.....
that's literally it though. like no extra notes. except The Obligatory Few i dont think it was an accident that arakawa is set up as the beginning of the game's 'protagonist' and planting that 'troubled family' taste first thing in our mind. i remember how i felt when i first saw arakawa walk in on jo and ichi and then arakawa taking ichi out for dinner i was just like🧍♂️Girl No The Cycle.... It's Continuing...... //screams// LIKE UGH IT WAS SO GOOD BUT ALSO OWWW STOPPP and then on the REPLAY it just hurts more cause with the added context to jo's character its like Oh No...... You're Your Father's Son....
and youre right: jo doesn't have an implicit reason to see how he treats ichi is wrong, hence he similarly doesnt have any reason to stop- not unless arakawa intervenes of course (and i will stand outside my window thinking of the possibility arakawa ever did try to have A Conversation with jo... arms folded behind my back and all like Man™️....)
oh but yeah, absolutely no problem ! im lowkey of an egotist so i do like to talk bout the stuff i make. More In Depth (though thats obvious considering the fuckin essays in the tags i always leave ☠️☠️) gerjlgaELKjg. so i was happy to explain ♪(´▽`) !! what i like about symbolism is that it can be intentional or not, and the fun is always finding it just by chance. i cant explain it properly, but i just think its a neat 'seasoning' of sorts to drawings (❁´◡`❁)
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ive never done an ask before so sorry if i type it out wrong but could you do a eddie munson x reader where reader color's in eddie's tattoos i literally cannot stop thinking about it 😭 really just pure fluff and them goofing around
thank you for your request this is literally the sweetest idea ever! i didn't nail the goofing but he's a sweetheart and hot <3 0.9k
Eddie looks cute sitting in front of your desk in your soft backed chair. He's curious but careful as he picks over pen stands and coloured pencils.
"Can I see some of your work?" he asks.
You could kiss him right there for calling it 'work'. He's never once been dismissive about your art, though most everyone else in your life calls it a hobby or your 'little side job'.
You stand up from the bed and move to his side. His arm wraps around your waist lightly, easy as you open the desk drawer for your current small sketchbook where you thumbnail paintings.
"All my canvases are down in the garage," you say.
"I'd love to see them."
He opens your sketchbook with infinite care, arm quickly stolen from your skin. You hover anxiously by his side, waiting for his verdict. He's quiet as he turns each page, not patronising you in pretending that every single sketch is interesting, but an honest peruse of your talents.
He stops on a drawing of him. Quite recent, you'd forgotten all about it. In his club shirt with the sleeves pushed up, a quick rendering of the planes and shadow of his arms, less detail but enough to make out his face through a curtain of curls.
"Is it biased if I say this is the best one?" he asks, hands splayed over the page, face turned to you. He's grinning.
"Very biased," you say. "I've messed up all your tattoos. You were moving too fast."
He turns to the page and raises his eyebrows. "They look just fine to me."
He's lying, of course. They're blurs of dark without detail.
"You have to say that."
"I don't have to do anything," he says. You shiver as his hand wraps around your back again, his touch featherlight. A ring scrapes your skin as he slips his fingers under the fabric of your t-shirt.
"If you'd only stay still," you whine.
He tips his head back and pouts at you mockingly for a split-second before chuckling warmly. "You're tortured, bub."
The pet name has your chest aflame with heat. You look at his shirt rather than his face, toying gently with one of his messy dark curls. "Whatever," you say, wanting to move on before he does something to tease you.
He pushes the chair back and encourages you into his lap. You sit tentatively on his leg, aware of every point of contiguity between you as his hand finds your soft tummy over your shirt. The other arm he lays flat on your desk.
"Take a look."
You rub your face with your shoulder, unsure. Eddie squeezes you, reassuring. "Go on."
Your relationship is new enough that you haven't seen every tattoo properly. You leap at the chance to study them. Despite your nervousness at this proximity you lean forward on his knees and take his arm into your hands.
You like the first one over the smooth inner stretch of his forearm, it suits him, a demon of some sort puppeteered by a bony hand. Turning his arm over, you find his flock of bats tapering over his elbow. Familiar, you could likely draw them from memory.
You're holding your breath as you turn in the circle of his arm, finger pushing carefully under his shirt sleeve to expose the scary bird/lizard amalgamation that you don't recognise, its frilled spines flared and its mouth open.
"I like them," you say.
He pulls you up his leg. "Yeah?"
"Mm. Would you ever get something in colour?"
"Sure, I'd love some colour. S'just expensive as shit, so…"
He sounds embarrassed. It's not what you meant to do, and you rush to fix it with a spur of the moment thought.
"Could I colour one?"
"Could you?" he asks, voice low, laughing a laugh that's more breath than sound.
You burn, shifting forward to take a marker into your hands. He keeps a good hold on your abdomen to keep you anchored. It's nice.
You take a light red into your hands, slow and steady as you set it to his pale skin and fill in the majority of his demon. Then, with a slightly darker red, the midtones. You round it out with a dark purple in the shadows, giving the demon a more three dimensional feel.
"Is it too cold?" you ask as you go, voice a murmur.
Eddie rubs the tip of his nose against your shoulder. "It's fine."
"You don't want to watch?"
"No way. Tell me when you're done, I want the full effect. Blow me away."
You nod and flush with heat and finish up as the heat of his body soaks into yours, relaxing in his lap as time passes.
"There," you say, capping a black fineliner. "I'm done, Eds."
Eddie pushes his chin over your shoulder to take in what you've done.
"Baby, that's fucking sick. Oh my god," he sounds sad, beggy, in that awful way boys do. "I want that for keeps."
You smile because you're glad he likes it. You'd thought you'd done a pretty good job, too.
"You have talented hands," he says into your ear, voice warped by a clear double entendre.
You melt, a shiver coursing down your back as you lean towards him unthinkingly.
"I'm not gonna shower. I need it forever."
Spell quickly broken, you wrinkle your nose. "That's disgusting."
"That's punk rock, babe."
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Holding her back
Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.
summary: Eddie feels like he's holding y/n back, and that's where the demise of their relationship starts
authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal. have fuuun
Eddie had walked into the woods before dnd started since he decided to ditch last period, noticing y/n finishing a sketch, she was sat at their spot, he couldn’t help but admire her for a bit "hey" Eddie said holding his hands as she looked at him, taking in his features before clearing her throat and looking back down at the drawing of Eddie. "you're still here, don't have a deal to tend to?" she mumbled slamming her sketchbook shut as Eddie watched her nodding "I-i wanted to talk to you. I figured I'd find you here" she hummed as she put her sketchbook in her bag and zip it up "ive gotta go, my dad could be here." she said needing to get away from him even though her lie didn’t work with the time "y/n, wait please, ive been holding this off long enough and its hurting the both of us" y/n looked at him as Eddie gazed back into her eyes
"quickly" she mumbled turning a bit to face him "i think we should break up..” Eddie said as y/n gulped, her eyes filling with tears as she nodded “done then” she whispered as he voice cracked a bit, taking off the necklace he got her and placing it down on the table as she grabbed her stuff and hurried off to the front of the school, making sure she was far from Eddie so she could release the sobs she’s been holding in. Eddie put his hands in his face as he let his tears fall ‘this is what’s best for her’ he reminded himself. those two years of being together were over. all those memories and moments between the two, gone.
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the universe seemed to hate y/n as on her walk home while sobbing her eyes out, it had begun to rain, soaking her completely as she hid her sketchbook to save it from the water. it wasn’t long that she got to her house, glad that nothing happened to her books and sketchbook as she opened the door walking in before Nick looked at her confused “kid? what happened?” he said rushing for to his daughter as she gulped, she kept her gaze on the floor, not reacting to her dads touch “we broke up” she whispered as she licked her lips “what?” Nick asked confused, Eddie was over just.a few nights ago and everything seemed fine
“he broke up with me” y/n sobbed as she held onto her stuff tightly, Nick was quick to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly as he kissed the top of her head “i’m so sorry, i’ve got you baby girl.” he muttered as he tried to calm her down “he just left you to walk in the rain?” “no, he thought you were picking me up so” y/n wiped her eyes smudging the bit of makeup that had remained on her face “i’m gonna go take a shower” she said taking her shoes off as she put her slippers on, rushing to her bathroom as she dropped all her stuff at her desk and walked into the bathroom, undressing and getting into the shower, turning the hot water on as she stood underneath it. did Eddie fall for someone else? did he realise y/n wasn’t good enough for him? did he get bored?
y/n spent an hour of her shower just standing underneath the water and crying, letting the hot water pierce her skin, before she actually began washing her hair and body, saving as well before getting out and doing her skincare, before getting changed into one of Eddie’s shirts and a pair of shorts, moving downstairs as she dried her short hair with a towel “hey kid, you feeling better?” Nick asked as he watched her sit next to him on the couch, looking at the table and all the snacks he put out for them
“i’m not hungry” she whispered, pulling her knees up to sit underneath her chin as she sniffled “kid, you gotta eat, see i got you, pizza and sushi and noodles, and your favorite shrimps, see it’s a full buffet for the two of us” he smiled looking at her and he put some of her hair behind her ear “i’ll eat later, let’s just start the movie” She muttered grabbing the remote as she turned it on. Nick looked at her as worry sat on his face.
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wayne had returned home to find the trailer quiet, when he took his shoes off and began walking to the bathroom, he’d noticed the dump Eddie’s room had become and when we went in to clean it up, he’d noticed that Eddie was sat on his mattress holding onto a shirt “ed’s, son what is all this mess?” Wayne asked before noticing how bloodshot Eddie’s eyes were “i broke up with her. i’m just holding her back, i hurt her, wayne. you should’ve seen how pained she was, i hurt her” Eddie said his lip pouting as he kept his gaze ahead
wayne sighed as he sat down next to his nephew, rubbing his shoulder as he hugged him tightly “come ‘ere, son” wayne whispered as Eddie hugged him tightly “she hates me now. i messed it all up” Eddie whispered as he held onto wayne tightly, he let the love of his life go. just like that.
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authors note: no happy ending for u little shits🤭
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