nightowl x reader. based off of the prompt "we can have a drawing session sometime if you want?" nightowl is insecure about his art and you comfort him. you are already dating him. no warnings. i love this game sm. this is pure self-indulgence
you glanced up to look at your boyfriend, only to quickly avert your eyes after you made eye contact. he chuckled a bit, but kept quiet. only the sounds of quiet music and pencil against paper filled the room after that.
you were sitting across from nightowl, easels between you as you both attempted to draw each other. your knees brushed once in a while, never failing to make you smile.
as time passed, you could tell your boyfriend was getting restless. his leg began bouncing, and his glances grew more and more frequent. you could hear him erasing and redrawing over and over again.
you set your pencils down with a thud, immediately drawing the attention of your lover.
"i'm done owl," you said, leaning back from your piece, only to lean in around the easel to view his face. "how about you?"
"ah, um. almost done, cutie!" he blurted out, a bit too quickly to have been entirely true. you knew he was a bad liar. you chose to give it a bit.
"okay, honey. do you mind if i go clean up a bit while you finish then?" you asked, already moving to pick up your dirty plates. only recieving a distracted hum in response you moved around the room collecting a couple cups and sneaking a look at nightowl's work.
it was entirely blank. save for the erased lines and sketches, the page was as white as when you had begun.
"owl?" you began. "are you alright?" you asked, concern slowly growing. at first you had thought he was just really focusing on his piece, but now you had an inkling that more was going on.
placing down your dishes, you walked up behind him. he knew he was busted, placing down his pencil and sighing.
reaching out to hold him against your chest, you asked again.
"what's going on?" your nerves were increasing, your mind beginning to race with possibilities of what could be wrong. you were afraid that concern was slipping into your voice.
"i just... i don't know how to capture you, cutie." he spoke, his voice hardly louder than the faint music in the background, singing about how all you have to do is dream.
nodding, encouraging him to continue, he began again. "you're just so amazing! and my art could never measure up." he averted his eyes, smiling as though he had been caught doing something bad.
"oh, honey..." you whispered.
"your art is amazing. you can't compare it to anything else," you grinned. "your art would blow anything else out of the water if you did."
he turned fully, wrapping his arms around you in return. he mumbled something out, muffled by the fabric of your shirt that he was currently smushing his face into.
pressing a kiss into the top of his head, you ruffled his hair. "anything you draw will be perfect to me, because you drew it. and even if it isn't perfect to you, that's okay."
he suddenly looked up at you, red-faced and teary-eyed. "can i kiss you?" he asked breathlessly.
"yes please." you leaned in, smiling as your lips met.