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intimacy 27 for ona and javon (we haven't done anything with them in a hot minute)

intimacy drabbles

27 — drawing/writing on one another:

“shut up! i’m trying to sketch you some new tattoos.” not that it was necessary. but sketching was another of the newer quirks that ona had been taking up to pass the time after a recent hospital visit — she never had any actual aspirations to be an artist, obviously, but it’s just another one of those control-based things that seemed to keep her more at bay during her bad days. or weeks, mostly. he didn’t ask for it and she didn’t ask permission either, just took to grabbing the number of assorted pens she’d picked up and collected from a craft store and went to down on his forearm…and his wrists…and his shoulders…and his fingers…basically, anywhere that his skin had been shown. and they weren’t perfect (ona’s PhD had been in social work, not art, she’d snapped at javon multiple times) nor were they proportional, but in the middle of inking a lotus flower just below the palm of his hand, her focus had been more on the pen scratching along his skin than on javon’s critiques of sarcasm. “you could use some more…tattoos, i mean. plus, it was either me drawing on you, or me adding to the crayon marks on the wall…and while you’re a good dad, you’re not my daddy, and i don’t quite have the stability for you to yell at me just yet.”

[highstrvng]

                                                  @obscvne.

        ‘  i love your family,  ’  samsoo admits mid-yawn, leaning heavily against andre. he’s still buzzed on wine, edging into the sleepy and emotional side of things, but spending the holiday with andre  ---  &  everyone else  ---  had been the best distraction possible from who he was missing. he reaches over and links hands with the other, turns his head until half his mouth is pressing against andre’s shoulder,  &  then mumbles into his shirt, pretending it’s casual, like he’s not a little sad and a little drunk and very nervous:  ‘  love you.  ’

[ohbewitching-blog]

imessage ( jasiel & bell ).

BELL: baby?

BELL: do you know how much i love you?

[ddcjas]

“you know what day it is, right?” as if he had actually forgotten, and typically, neither did she — but one kid and a constantly rotating combination of medications later, ona’s memory still wasn’t fuzzy enough to allow her to be more than a day late. “remember when i came over to nap and you ended up spraying me at the sink instead?” ( @obscvne )

[simpaticos--archive-blog]

STARTER FOR: @obscvne

“ how many times do i have to say i’m sorry ? ” minah sighs, a frown etched onto her features that seems almost permanent. “ i can’t deal with the silent treatment anymore. i’ll do anything to make it up to you. --- anything, really ! ”

[blccmingdays]

( @obscvne )

doyun: i’ve been up for what seems like forever doyun: during these days up i’ve yet to see you or hear from you doyun: you haven’t fallen off the face of the earth have you? doyun: do i need to call the cops or the ghostbusters?

[commedias]

closed for: @obscvne   /  (based off this)

            with his brusque temperament, it was understandable his new girlfriend's parents wouldn't take an immediate liking to him. hansol's social circle thinned with each caustic remark he made, evidently lacking in social skills. resorting to what he knows best, he had extended an invitation for his girlfriend's brother to join him at the gym. 'not that he needed it,' hansol mused while examining the other's form as part of their training session together. he had offered complimentary lessons, thinking it might give him a better standing with his girlfriend's parents — but so far, it had only given him a boner. ' ready to call it a day ? ' he retrieves a water bottle and douses his face in it, cooling himself off from the rigorous exercise.

[isolctions]

let’s get spooky.

“...Oh, don’t mind me. No estoy interrumpiendo nada.” At this point, she could hardly believe that she once was afraid of showing herself like this — but what could anyone possibly do to her now? Without a physical body, words would only go so far as to hurting her feelings lately, but that wasn’t going to stop Pavati from making her presence known in the house whenever she felt like it. And she used to think that ghost stories were a myth. “What’s wrong, got a problem with me...sitting here? Pickin’ at a coat of polish I’m gonna wear for eternity? At least it’s a color I like.”  • @obscvne​