Wait wait wait. To tell apart the different lines of the chicks (I assume), you put the eggs in little mesh baggies?! Like for fruit???!!!! Please please please post a picture of the bags of freshly picked quail chicks, that is a very funny mental image and I’d like to see it for real
Freshly peeled quails
(also, again, they are way more comfy and relaxed in the bags than out of them. They just snooze quietly until they are gently poured forth into a tagging bin for me to band and put in the brooder)
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HII!! Its my 19th birthday tomorrow,if you have the time and energy could I please request a short smth for Katsuki x birthday girl reader?? If not its okay,I understand!
Thank you regardless and have a good day!<3
Happy 19th birthday! 🎂 wishing you lots of happiness 🩷
Hope you enjoy this short but sweet fic!
Everyone knew your boyfriend Katsuki, was in bed by 9:30 pm.
Whether it was for beauty sleep, getting his full eight hours, or avoiding the grouchy attitude that came with being tired, he was always asleep early.
You, on the other hand, liked staying up late every now and then.
Curled up on the couch beneath a knitted blanket, with only your head peeking out, you watched a movie; the soft glow lighting up the living room. The longer it played, the heavier your eyelids became.
By 11:59 p.m., you were barely awake.
For once, Katsuki wasn’t asleep.
Though he’d been lying in bed for nearly two hours, he kept checking the clock, stubbornly fighting off sleep for one very important reason.
The second the clock hit midnight, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind.
“Happy birthday.”
Before your sleepy brain could catch up, he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.
You blinked up at him. “I thought you were asleep,” you mumbled.
“Tch. This is the one night I stay up late for,” he said, pulling you closer against his chest. “Nearly passed out waiting, though.”
A small smile tugged at your lips, “thank you baby.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Now quit smiling and come to bed. We can enjoy your birthday tomorrow,” he said while picking you up and bringing you to bed.
Imagine Simon with a partner who loves to affectionately bite him and he gets a tattoo of their bite mark on his shoulder 👀
The tattoo gun gets purchased as more of a gag gift than anything else, something you think will make him laugh when he opens it
It’s not until you’ve been dating more than a year and a half that Simon finally caves in after your insistence and tells you when his birthday is
He’d hidden it the first year, well no maybe not hidden it, rather just- didn’t mention it? Never brought it up? Didn’t see a point in making a fuss over something he never thought twice about himself?
But you- who loved him with every fibre of your being, couldn’t disagree more
You saw every reason to celebrate this marvel of a man having completed another trip around the sun, adding another year under his belt, perhaps even gaining a few more grey hairs on that head of his
Streamers hung haphazardly around the living room, though no balloons because you worry about one popping and potentially spooking him, his favourite flavour of cake cooling on the counter, and with about a dozen presents waiting on the kitchen table for him - though not nearly as extravagant of a celebration as you would have liked to give him, it’s your own little version of simply being able to celebrate him
Nearly all of the wrapped presents are gag gifts, meant to get a chuckle out of him, like the cigars, baseball cap and bar of soap, along with some smaller things like his preferred brands of cigs and whiskey, things you know he likes
But it’s the tattoo gun that catches his attention most
“Gon’ let me put somethin’ on you?” He teases, eyes scanning the packaging with intrigue as he spins it in his hands
“Fat chance of that happening, Si.” You reply with a roll of your eyes and a playful scoff, not actually hating the idea nearly as much as you should, the thought having crossed your mind once or twice when you’d purchased it, contemplating whether or not you would let your lover boy give you a tattoo
“Wha’? With hands as steady as mine?”
“Mhm. Whoever said sniping skills translated to tattooing skills, huh? I’d have to get it somewhere I can hide it.”
“Well, now you’re just insultin’ an old man on his birthday, love. Not very nice, is it?” He answers, sliding the gift over and pulling you to sit on his lap instead
“Hmm. Maybe I’d let you put your initials on my bum or something. Something small.”
“Tha’ right? Like the sound o’ tha’.” He replies, large hands coming to squeeze the fat of your thighs
“Yeah? You wanna leave your mark on me?”
Now that, he especially liked the sound of
It’s a little over a month later when Simon has another handful of days off, the two of you finding one another under the stream of the running shower head and wandering hands, and you’ve all but forgotten about the tattoo gun he’d stored somewhere or another in the flat
It certainly isn’t at the top of your mind when your teeth are sinking into Simon’s shoulder as he continuously sinks into you during a shared shower
Water cascading over flesh, fingers gripping and grabbing at skin, you bite with just enough force to dent Simon’s muscle without breaking the skin, leaving your temporary mark on him just as he is sure to mark your insides
Toweling yourself off after the fact, you don’t pay much mind to where Simon wanders off to with only a towel wrapped low around his hips
The faint sound of … buzzing however, does catch your attention at one point or another, brows scrunching together as you follow the noise until you find Simon sat in the living room
“Wh- what are you doing??”
The buzzing pauses for a moment as Simon’s head snaps towards you, a scarred albeit cheeky grin plastered across his face as he tilts his head at you to step closer, his hands a tad preoccupied
“Wha’s it look like?” He asks, turning his attention back towards his shoulder as he starts the tattoo gun up again
“Well I- I’m kind of hoping I’m hallucinating a little bit right now.” You retort, watching with wide eyes as he brings the instrument to his skin and carries on. He’s got the proper cleaning tools strewn about the table, so at least it appears he’s taking some care into cleaning the area before hand
“Wanted to leave your mark on me.” He says nonchalantly, grin widening the closer you approach, watching with eyes rapt as he tattoos your bite mark on his shoulder as though it were as mundane as anything
“You … are something else, you know that?” You ask him, your own smile creeping across your face
“Good thing I’m yours then, eh?” He pauses to lock eyes with you. “I do plan on biting your arse cheek later on though, jus’ so we’re on the same page.”
