Hello again Exe!!!!! I hope you're having a good day today :00!!!
May I request a ribbon around Jaye's ears? Please and thank you as always!!! ^u^
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🦥 anon absjshs!! I hope you've been well aaa! It's v v nice to see you again, tysm for dropping by my inbox and participating in the Pink Ribbon event! 🫶💕
OFC you can tie a ribbon onto one of Jaye's ears 🥹🤲🎀 Perfect place for one!! And he won the last poll so sbsjshs here he is getting ribboned! 🎉
It's been awhile since I wrote for him, so I hope I did him justice here 🙏 This was a refreshing write after the more challenging Operators receiving ribbons lately lolsjsk 😭🫶
🦥 anon and everyone else, please enjoy! 💘 (back at these ribbons amsksnjss!!)
Jaye's Ear!
A pink ribbon, dainty and sweet; now where, dear 🦥 anon, shall it become a bow?
[a total of 13 ribbons have been made a bow!]
A dainty ribbon - colour akin to a fresh cut of salmon sashimi and soft like sticky rice straight from the cooker - secures at the base of one of Jaye’s furred Ursus ears, the wings just managing to peek out and the tails caught between tufts of steel-hued hair.
“Mmhh….” Jaye’s ear twitches in response to each of your fiddles and fusses on the pink ribbon, gaze finding your face when you pull away; pale irises, always narrowed in that manner that sends people hurrying out of his path, expand over the whites of his eyes once they fix on you, “So… this supposed to get more customers to stop at the stand, sweets?”
One scarred-littered hand raises to tug gently at one of the bow’s wings, while the other wraps settles on your waist to pull you closer. His seated position allows the perfect height to rest his head upon your chest, bow-decorated ear twitching against your jawline now as his head tilts upward enough to send a lifted brow at you, “I don’t know if a ribbon and fish are anything alike…” The Ursus’ shrugs one shoulder, tugging your wrist until your arm drapes over it, “Or, well, is this supposed to make me less…villain looking? I guess it’s a good start, but…”
When you snort and elaborate on the bow’s purpose, another low hum vibrates against your collarbones where he’s nuzzled himself, “Hm?” His eyes cast off to the side, lips pursed thoughtfully, “Oh. It’s a gift? A just-because thing to show people you… love me…?” The Ursus’ gaze flicks upward to meet yours again, only to avert when he finds himself unable to maintain eye contact. His ears flatten slightly before both his arms band around your waist, his face burying further into your chest. He’s pressed himself so closely against your sternum, that his voice is muffled once he speaks again, “Yeah, okay, sweets…that sort of thing sounds about right for you. Making me feel all…nice inside.” An insistent heat warms your skin where his cheek is pressed.
Jaye’s head lifts after a few moments, eyes rounded at the edges as they meet yours finally. Many would argue that this softness on his facial features must be an illusion, that his frightening face was incapable of such, and yet you were always witness to its proof. One of his hands scratches behind the ear adorned by the pink ribbon while he mumbles, “Thanks, sweets. But…I’m no good at presents. How am I supposed to…” A furrow knits between his eyebrows, bandaged fingers drum where his hand still rests on your side as his brain racks through his mental list of notes - every and anything that’s ever brightened your face with a smile, your eyes with a twinkle - for a suitable way to return your affections. There is not one piece of your happiness he has not tucked away in his memory for later, after all.
For a few moments, his Ursus ear perk up and he grunts a small huff, “…I'll take the direct approach.”
Swift; he moves swiftly, the exact speed that possesses his motions when his blade is in his hand during Operations, “C’mere…” His arms tug you closer, he rises to his full height, his head dips, - and his lips press to yours. The pink ribbon tied around his ear stirs from all the movement.
Jaye pulls away with a low hum, lidded eyes fixing onto yours then to your cheeks where a rosy hue has flushed, “Mmh…” The corner of his lips upturns slightly, however the twitch of his bow-adorned ear gives his amusement away, “Need another one, sweets?”
NOW PLAYING: Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey: 'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you / I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you
