You turn around to see Marius holding up yet another sweatshirt. The fabric looked thin but in a big bold font it said: she’s my sweet potato. And of course, Marius was smiling so wide, his violet eyes sparkled against the harsh fluorescents of the shop.
You’d been wandering around this shop for a little while. Marius called you this morning, it was pretty early and you had hardly blinked the sleep out of your eyes when he asked you to get dressed, he had an idea.
Turns out, his idea was to run to the store and get some matching outfits, matching couples outfits.
You couldn’t stifle your giggle at the ridiculousness of most of them, though, that’s probably also the reason for Marius’ equally ridiculous smile right now.
“I think that might be the best one we’ve seen,” You finally say, poking the fabric before smiling up at him. “Though, Mari, am I really your sweet potato?”
Marius moves the article of clothing so it’s draped over his arm and leans forward, softly pinching your cheek and what follows is a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Duh!” He grins so widely you swear his cheeks must hurt, but he never complains. “You’re the sweetest potato, all for me, right?”
Then you reveal the sweat shirt you’d been hiding against your arm, it unfolds ungracefully. “I yam.”
And, of course, the sweatshirt matched what you said, though, in bolder bigger orange letters.
“Yeah we’re definitely buying these.” Marius laughs giddily, swiping the fabric from you and laying it on top of the one he already had.
Neither of you could stop smiling on the way to the checkout.
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Later, you’re wearing those very sweatshirts when you pull up to your activity with Marius: a haunted house.
You didn’t frequent those kinds of things during the fall, to be honest. They were scary, and well, you also didn’t want to invite somebody to go with you and just watch you get scared over and over again.
But, Marius, he insisted he wouldn’t judge you, would protect you, so with a sig you agreed. He was good at convincing you of stuff, the way he spoke was already really persuasive, you were sure he could convince you of almost anything. But then, when his smile reaches his eyes, you knew you couldn’t come up with an argument.
And so you stepped out of the car, and Marius fumbles to hold your hand in his on the way to the haunted house. Could he be anticipating it as well? You took initiative and interlocked your fingers with his and squeezed your palm against his.
Was that more for him or you?
You weren’t sure
But when you did eventually step into the haunted house, right after paying your admission fee, of course, you immediately found yourself squishing to Marius’ side when the lights dimmed.
You didn’t scream when you were scared, you would just whimper squeak a little bit, if that.
Marius surely wouldn’t hear you, would he?
But he did promise to protect you, which included listening carefully. He tugged you closed to him as he walked. Even when he found himself get scared, even just a little, he found your presence to be so soothing he hardlt even noticed, but he’s always thought so. In or out of the haunted house. You were the first person to make him feel that way.
So when you squeeze his hand, he squeezed back.
When your hand found his side nervously and gently, he brought you closer.
And the thought of letting you so hadn’t crossed his mind even after you walked back outside into the mid-afternoon light.
A/N: Leaving this here before I disappear for con crunch besties I love y'all <3
Description: Vyn really needs to let go and loosen up. He's always so stressed but brushes it off as nothing. That can be fixed though... with a little encouragement from you, of course.
Tags: fem!reader, established relationship, tickling, fluff, sugary sweet goodness
Word Count: 1906
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The changes that came with dating Vyn were just as sweet as you had dreamed them to be, always being showered with affections and the gentlest of touches he had once held off from doing for nearly a year. He was an absolutely divine partner to be blessed with, but you really wished he would loosen up a little.
Yes, professionalism was important with an occupation such as his, but some days you could see how weary he was; yet so unwilling to let go of all that emotion. With all his teaching, patients, and incidents with the NXX, his plate was more than just full. Depending on the severity of things, it made sense for him to be exhausted, his never ending work load surely weighing him down after enough of it. Now that you were present in his life though, you’d be having none of that anymore. No matter the stress, you would do your best to encourage him to shed away his worries, even if for a moment. Luckily, you had a surefire method in mind for your dear Adjudicator. All you had to do now was find him.
“Vyn, you in there hun?” You called out, gently knocking on his office door at the research center.
Inside it was silent, but after a brief moment a bit of rustling could be heard. The door then clicked, and gently swung open to reveal Vyn at his desk just freshly cleared of documents. You stepped inside, gently and carefully closing the door behind you so you wouldn’t disturb the comfortable silence too much.
“_____, what a pleasant surprise.” He spoke softly, his features relaxing upon seeing you.
“I remember you saying you had a couple appointments this evening, so I thought I’d stop by just to see how you were doing.” You hummed.
“Luckily, I just finished filing away some documents, so I’m done for the day. Your timing couldn’t be more perfect, my rose.” He chuckled as he stood to greet you. “It’s like you always know when I need you the most.”
Vyn drew you into a warm embrace, craving the comfort of your warmth. You were more than happy to reciprocate, sliding your hands around him under his lab coat.
“Has the day been rough?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest.
“A little. Lighthearted matters are scarce to come by in this profession.” He sighed in admittance.
“Mmm, you should stop worrying about it for now then. You’re done for the day, and you’ve done all you can. There’s always tomorrow to take care of the more difficult things.” You gently encouraged him. “I know it’s not easy, but you need to give yourself an emotional break, hun.”
Vyn sighed, stepping back a little to look at you with a weak smile. “You’re right. It’s just a little hard to get out of old habits is all.”
You pondered his words for a moment, then came up with an offer. “Say, if I was able to distract you from the unpleasant thoughts for a moment, would you perhaps feel better?”
“Any moment of distraction would be of aid. Even if it will only clear my mind for a moment, it will be enough to remove the tension and improve my work ethic.” He nodded.
You could do it. Your original mischievous plan to bring some joy to his office could be done now. You just had to think about it for a moment and decide whether or not it would be worth it, but after considering the gravity of the situations he dealt with on a daily basis, it was a confident yes from you. He definitely needed the distraction, and a bit of laughter to help him relax.
“Hun, did you have something in mind? You’re awfully quiet now.” Byn spoke up, drawing you from your thoughts.
“Actually, I do. I hope you don’t mind my methods though.” You snickered, shooting him a mischievous glance.
“What did you have in mind- gkh!”
He made a strangled noise, having not expected your fingers to go poking at his sides. Hidden beneath the lab coat, he was unaware of your intentions until it was too late. Every poke had him holding back giggles, fighting to maintain face in his place of work.
“Smiling has been known to reduce stress, so why, my dear Vyn, are you fighting so hard to hide yours?” You teased, dancing your fingers a little further up his sides while you pushed him back towards his desk.
“I-I didn’t think you were going to try and tickle me!” He responded in the most composed voice he could muster.
“Try? Are you implying that this won’t work? Because it seems to me that with your red cheeks and ears, it will work quite well.”
By now you had Vyn backed up against his desk, and with nowhere else to go, you gave him a gentle nudge and sent him toppling backwards onto the recently cleared surface. The moment his back hit that desk, his composure finally broke, the feeling of your fingers skittering up his sides finally making him bubble over with the delightful sound of laughter.
This was a battle he was destined to lose. You had positioned yourself between his legs, having the perfect angle to attack as he weakly batter at you with one hand. The other hand was more focused on covering his growing smile, which was a shame because you really wanted to see that sweet grin of his. A little more encouragement should get him to move that hand of his though. His belt was slightly in the way, but you knew a good spot on most people’s hips just below the belt-
“N-not thehehere! Please, dear!” He gasped, having lurched upright with both of his hands grabbing your wrists.
“Not where? Here?” You questioned teasingly, rolling your thumbs into that same sweet spot again.
“Yehehes there!” He confirmed, frantically nodding his head.
What a perfect choice of words he used; ripe for you to twist a little.
“Oh! Well if you’re insisting so much~”
“You-! Nahaha!”
Vyn fell back down on his desk again, the grip of his hands around your wrists both weak and stiff. He was fully disarmed by you, only able to squirm and twist defiantly as your fingers sent jolts of tickly tingles through his nerves. Your position was truly advantageous. Allowing you to continue your attack with ease all while admiring his expression.
He had given up, cheeks painted pink as laughter poured from him. His smile was so sweet now that you could see it, his glasses having fallen off long ago from shaking his head when he shot up in a last attempt to stop you. He opened one of his eyes to attempt to persuade you to stop with a pleading glance, but all you saw in his eye was his light restored. A grin of your own settled on your face now, proud of the giggly puddle you had reduced him to by your hand.
“B-break! A break plehehease!” He begged once more.
He forced full eye contact with you this time though half lidded eyes, his grip on your wrists tightening ever so slightly again. He definitely looked like he had enough, so you ceased your tickly squeezes on his hips and waist, finally grinding him a breather.
“Alright~. I think you’ve had enough.” You chuckled.
Vyn was a disheveled mess now. Apart from his glasses falling off, his lab coat had become bunched up and partially slipped off, the bottom two buttons of his vest having come undone as well. His chest heaved as he caught his breath and slowly let go of your wrists, briefly bringing his hands up to brush his untidy locks out of his eyes. The only thing about him that remained unchanged was his smile, still beaming on his face as he looked up at you. He looked so kissable in that moment; so much that you couldn’t help but do exactly that, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss to his hot lips.
“Much better.” You hummed, still hovering over him.
“You… are unbelievable. If it were anyone else, the outcome would not have been the same.” He sighed, still catching his breath.
“It makes me feel special to be the only one who can get away with making you fall apart in such a way~” You giggled.
“That’s because you are special, dear. Now, could you please let me up?”
“Hmm, I’ll let you up on one condition. You have to promise that you’ll always come to me when you’re feeling stressed. You’re allowed to show all your emotions around me. I’m no psychiatrist but I am your lover, and I do believe that is qualifying enough.” You told him.
Your words made his heart flutter; a sensation he had only ever felt with you.
“I may need your encouragement from time to time… but I think I can loosen up a little more for you. I will confide in you more often, for my benefit and yours.” He agreed.
“Oh I’m more than willing to give you some encouragement~” You chuckled evilly.
“I know that tone _____ not agAIN! Stahahap!”
You couldn’t resist. Being so close it was almost an obligation to just skiter your fingers over his ribs at least once. The burst of laughter you got from him was worth it. He did however have a plan to protect himself this time though, wrapping his arms around you just quick enough to pull you down on top of him and ruin the angle of advantage you had. He kept you from trying a third time by sealing his lips against yours: an effective defensive measure for sure. You melted down into his kiss instantaneously, not a single complaint coming from you as you reoriented your hands to lace your fingers through his hair.
When you did eventually part again, you hooked your hands on his shoulders and braced against the desk to pull him up with you. Still stood between his legs, you rested your forearms on his shoulders while his hands settled at your waist. A deep sigh escaped him as he sat on the edge of the desk, still smiling and lost in the gleam of your love filled irises. The only correct action now was to hug you of course, pulling you in with his chin resting on your shoulder.
“I’m glad it’s you that I get to love. I can’t see myself ever falling apart before anyone but you.” He finally said, breaking the silence.
“I’m honoured, my prince~” You hummed, rubbing circles on his back.
“Now, if I may request, could we… go home now? I’m finished up for the day and… If any of my patients or staff saw me like this…” He mumbled, trailing off a little.
“A little embarrassed, are we~?”
“... A little.”
You laughed, proud that he was already being so open with you. “Yes, of course. The privacy of your home is always a much better place to unwind.”
“Thank you, _____.” He sighed, placing a kiss on your neck. “I love you so very much.”
His voice was a murmur, and your grasp on him tightened in response. He deserved nothing but joy in his life, and in all the ones to come as well.
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Artem loves cooking dinner for you. It’s the one meal that, most nights without fail, you can share together.
Artem leaves too early most mornings, of course when time allows breakfast is something he also loves making for you. But, of course, it’s not always in the the cards.
Dinner, however, is usually in the cards.
The best sight to see is your lover with his back to you, eyes focused on the pan at the stovetop. He’s so focused, in fact, he doesn’t hear the squeak of the kitchen door opening. He just feels your arms around his torso, hands intertwining together at the front of his apron. Your head resting in the space between his neck and shoulder.
Now that felt like home. He could never, ever replace that feeling. And what matters more, he would never want to.
He moves his gaze from the stove for just a few seconds. A mere few seconds. It was enough time to tilt his head and kiss the side of your head.
Artem’s free hand, the one not occupied by the spoon, comes to hold both of your hands. His hand is larger and much warmer than yours. You can’t see it, but he’s smiling, smiling so wide.
Marius always comments on how beautiful you are. Sometimes you might doubt if he means it, but what you don’t catch is the way he commits the curve of your face to memory, every blemish that you may or may not try to cover up subconsciously. He wants to remember all of it.
What you don’t see is the canvases in his studio, all of which has splashes of your face, making notes of your insecurities. If you do, however, catch sight of them, you would notice how detailed those parts of you were painted. How beautiful they look in this light. Marius truly thinks every part of you is beautiful.
He’s not always the best with his words, making you believe him, but this way is much easier. Perhaps he should leave his sketches of you behind intentionally.
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