AU Sans X Reader One-shots

Artist's Block Ink x Model Reader

"Ink, I'm home!"

You yelled out to your boyfriend as you made your way to the kitchen after finally getting home.

You went to the cabinet to grab a glass so you could get some water and as soon as you grabbed it you felt two arms snake around your waist.

You jumped slightly, which honestly you shouldn't have, he does that everyday.

"If I drop this glass you're cleaning it up."

You heard him chuckle from behind you and he removed his arms so you could turn around to face him, leaning on the counter.

"How'd the photoshoot go?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Just like normal. Boring and tiring. I'm just glad to be home."

You were a model for a relatively new clothing brand. Which, honestly, you hated but hey, money is money.

He nodded, that was your answer almost everyday. You turned back around to fill your glass .

"What'd you do today?"

"Not much."

"That artist's block still kicking your tailbone?"

He laughed a little and nodded. Drawing and painting were the main things he did while you were at work, well when he wasn't off protecting Aus that is.

He was usually one to get over it quick but this time he just couldn't get his motivation back, which bothered him immensely.

So at that moment you getting home was the best part of his day, well, as if it wasn't already. It was the same for you, once you were home you were no longer a model, you were a normal woman.

"How about we order a pizza or something and watch movies to take your mind off it."

"Oh heck yes."

You got him to order the pizza while you changed into some much more comfortable clothes.

Once the pizza finally arrived you plopped down onto the couch next to him as he put on the movie. A romantic comedy, the more cringey, the better.

And boy did he love seeing your expressions during it, though you both had to try your best not to laugh to actually be able to hear the movie.

Yet, with as much fun as it had been, you were drained from your day. Ink wouldn't mind if you fell asleep, he'd either take you to bed or just fall asleep on the couch next to you.

So once he noticed you were out he immediately turned down the TV so you could sleep. He glanced over at you, you were so peaceful and calm, and just plain beautiful.

He had spent the years you had been together telling you that you were more beautiful to him when you were at home and cuddled up with him than you were all dressed up.

That's when something clicked for him. He carefully got up so he wouldn't wake you up and quickly grabbed his favorite sketchbook, the one he drew his best work in.

He quietly came back and sat back down beside you and immediately began sketching out an outline.

You figured a couple hours had passed once you woke up due to your phone going off, you knew you should probably answer it since it was probably your boss.

But dangit you were comfy and refused to get up.

"Inky...can you grab my phone?"

You didn't know why you asked him, he was probably passed out beside you.

You groaned and sat up and sure enough he was out like a light.

You sighed and forced yourself to get up. The light from the kitchen bothered you but you found your phone and answered it.

Unfortunately it was nothing but a spam call. So now your eyes hurt and you were mad, just great.

You slammed your phone back down on the counter, then mentally kicking yourself once you remembered Ink was still asleep.

You walked back into the living room and shut the TV off, you were surprised by that. He was usually pretty good about turning it off.

You knew you should make him go to bed, sleeping on the couch wasn't good for either of you to be honest.

You walked over in an attempt to gently wake him. Laughing to yourself when you saw a pencil still in his hand.

At least he was back drawing.

He had his sketchbook at his side. You decided to move it before one of the pages got too wrinkled up or torn.

Though once you saw the drawing he was working on you could've sworn your heart skipped a beat.

It was times like that when you realized just how talented the guy really was. Not to mention that it was one of the most detailed works you've seen from him.

Your eyes drifted to the bottom of the page where he had written a something.

'My Masterpiece'

God, what did you do to deserve him?

He'd called you that before, many times before. You didn't think he meant it literally.

You set the book on a nearby table, all while smiling like an idiot and trying not to make any noise.

You quietly went upstairs to grab a blanket for him, you figured he had worked on that for awhile so you didn't wanna wake him.

Unfortunately those were some of the noisiest stairs you've ever heard.

So by time you had gotten back to the couch he was sitting up, barely awake but conscious enough to talk.

"Couldn't sleep, darlin'?"

"No, my phone went off."

He didn't seem to notice he didn't have his book anymore.

"What time is it?"

"Probably around two in the morning."

Without hesitation he opened his arms inviting you to cuddle up with him. To which you gladly laid down on top of him.

"So I see you cured your artist's block."

"Wait, you...oh my stars."

You giggled slightly and looked up at him. It was dark but you could slightly see his beautiful rainbow blush.

"Don't be embarrassed. I love it."

"Really? I mean it's not done. It's basically just a sketch and-."

You cut him off by leaning up and gently kissing his teeth. That always shut him up pretty quick.

"I think it looks perfect Ink, thank you."

"Heh, thank you, darling. I guess your beauty is truly inspirational."