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satoruhour · 8 months

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geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt

OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD

a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers

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warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

geto was a sweet roommate.

he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.

even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.

it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.

the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,

“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”

shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”

gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.

“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”

suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.

today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.

“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.

there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.

“(y/n)? love? you okay?”

“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”

“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”

geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.

“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”

geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.

“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.

geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.

what would it be like to actually wear it?

the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.

peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.

“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.

you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.

you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?

the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”

setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.

“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.

your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.

oh, shit.

and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.

fuck, did i say that out loud?

you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.

“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.

“yea— yeah…”

geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.

suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”

your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.

“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”

your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.

“yeah?”

you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.

“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.

“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.

“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.

geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.

“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.

“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.

“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”

“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”

you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”

your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”

he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.

geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.

“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him.

“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.

“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.

“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”

you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.

once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”

you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.

he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.

you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—

as his roommate and maybe now, something more.

part two ♡

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lokativa · 8 months

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People calling Hobie×Miles (punkflower) shippers proshippers as if we didn't ship them for longer than the movie even came out will always be crazy to me.

I've seen lots of people sending threats, or reporting people because they made punkflower, goldenflower (pavxhobie), ghostbyte (gwenxmargo), flowerbyte (margoxmiles), etc, arts or videos. Going to assume that it isn't because most of these ships are POCs ships, there's just literally no point to do that.

First of all, there's no confirmation of hobie's age. If ur basing urself of that one interview, then it was of the CONCEPT of hobie, and even so remember it was only one person who said it. Its heavily implied thats he's a teenager throughout the movie. (Also in the art book, its said that he's slightly older than Miles).

For the thing about him going to the pub and all, minors can and will go in pubs, (not saying that its always legal) are yall living under a rock or just dense on purpose? Teenagers do wtv the fuck they want, even when theyre not allowed to. Youre all going to tell me teenagers respect the rules of not drinking and go to clubs becuz theyre underage? Come off it. Also hobie literally merked his president and u think he'd draw the line at drinking alcohol as a minor? HA.

Aside from that, to be fair to everyone, the directors keeps on changing what they're saying about hobies age, one day they'll say and imply he's a minor and the next second say he's an adult. It's like they all have different idea of this character's age. So, nothing is really comfimed, and his age is really up to interpretation.

Now that we're past THAT point, the other kind of people talking about his age are people saying "oh but he looks old" "that man is most definitely 30yo" "there's no way he's underage" things of the sort, u get it. And I'm just over here like??? Why is it impossible for you to think that this guy could be a teen? Is it the air? The wrinkles? What makes it seem like for you that there's no way he could be around the other teens' age? And 30??? Cmon. People often assume black people are older than they look, which is a universal experience for all of us. Did none of u ever see a blk teen who doesnt have a baby face? Because thats literally what hobie looks like to me. To others we can seem too "mature" for our age, or just look too "old" to be the age we say we are, so is it really impossible for him to be a teenager? Think about it.

(Speaking of him being black, this discourse turned into some kind of racist thing that honestly was not unexpected at all. Yall come over here shitting on people talking and educating u about a character they relate to cuz hes like them, and the representation is making them go bonkers. I don't know why yall can just sit ur arses and listen for a bit, its not that difficult tbh. And dont get me started on the mischaracterisation of his character. Marking him as "an angry black man"? Really? Be. Fucking. Original.)

Same goes with Margo?? Yeah in the comics she's in college, but cmon now u guys know damn well she's a teenager in atsv😭. Gwen is also much older in the comics but i never see anyone talk about it, so what does that mean???The only reasons I can see that you all don't want Miles & margo to be together is because you're all stuck on the milesxgwen ship. News everyone, other ships exist, not everyone is going to like the same ships as you, so either move on or stop being on the Internet.

Also, the thing about pav being 13 is bonkers, where'd u even get that from? I need to know asap. "Oh, but he has a gf!" Yeah? Well he has two hands. (Idk why u all act as if that has ever stopped anyone)

Everything just seem like a race thing to me tbh.

The movies might be inspired from the comics, but not everything is going to be 100% the same. For exemple: gwen is 2 yrs older than Miles in the comics, but in movies she's only 15 months older, Jess Drew is white in the comics and black in the movie, Miguel O'hara is white passing in the comics, compared to his version in atsv where he has brown skin, lyla's disign is also different.

You get it? Things are going to differ as much as things are going to be the same, because (get ready!!) this is the multiverse! Just as earth-616 is just one universe in all the marvel comics, atsv is another universe.

All in all, im not saying u can't view them as adults, or wtv u want, thats ur interpretation, but don't go around being pissy at people around u cuz they have different point of views.

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seeingivy · 10 months

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the scouts

roommate eren x f!reader

eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you.

**find the series masterlist here

content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives

an: alright. feast my children. pls keep ur little memes and drawings and funny comments coming bc I love them (and they incentivize me to write chapters faster so I can seem more of them LOL) - also @togemayo and @rebeccawinters your connie and reiner cameos have ARRIVED, love you da mostest

previous part linked here

“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.”

“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.”

“Then call her. I’m going to block you.”

“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.”

“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.”

“Okay. Are you sure?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.”

Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you.

Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university.

You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there?

Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed.

All the more reason to do this.

to jean-boy

you: hey. are you at the game today?

jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up.

you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol.

jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries

you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home

jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it?

you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth.

jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him.

You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this.

“Hey.”

“Hi Jean.”

“What are you wearing?”

You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“You wore the rival's colors.”

“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.”

“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.”

“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.”

He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side.

“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.”

He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come.

“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.”

You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock.

“What are you doing here?”

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?”

“How much did you hear?”

“None of it. Did I miss something important?”

You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?

“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.”

“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…”

“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.”

You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium.

“Um so-”

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“We’re not doing this, Eren.”

“You have to change. Like now.”

“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.”

You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.

“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.”

Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss?

He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on.

“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.”

“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.”

You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand.

“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.”

“Mine. Thanks Armin.”

“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?”

“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.”

Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on.

“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.”

“It’s just a color.”

“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.”

My girl.

“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.”

He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist.

“What are you doing?”

He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium.

“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.”

“Look at the second row, towards the middle.”

You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.

“Eren.”

He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you.

“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.”

Asshole.

“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?”

“Give me the jersey, Eren.”

He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes.

“So.”

“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.”

“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.”

He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.

I told you so.

You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you.

“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?”

The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks.

So this is where Eren gets it from.

“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.”

You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too.

And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game.

You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair.

You tap him on the shoulder.

“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.”

At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you.

“His roommate? Since when?”

“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.”

“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.”

“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?”

Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while.

“Mikasa. Did you know about this?”

“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.”

Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously.

“I’m Sasha.”

“And I’m Connie.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.”

They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently.

“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?”

“Sure.”

“How did Eren become your roommate?”

“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.”

You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you.

“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?”

“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.”

“I might have an idea.”

At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of.

“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?”

“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?”

You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat.

“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?”

“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.”

Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what?

“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?”

“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.”

At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours.

“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.”

“What playlist?”

You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game.

He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street.

You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches.

“So. Is it about you?”

“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.”

Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation.

“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?”

“Uh, no. I think he likes it?”

“Hm.”

Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha.

“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?”

“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.”

“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?”

“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes.

Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them.

Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked.

“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?”

“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.”

“We have his wallet.”

Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids.

This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears.

“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?”

At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.”

“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.”

She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them.

“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.”

And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you.

So you don’t.

“I will. Take care of him, I mean.”

She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug.

Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating.

You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads.

“Ren?”

He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium.

“Everything okay, kitty?”

“Uh. I might have messed up.”

He stops, turning to face you.

“What did you do?”

“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?”

“I could never be mad at you. You know that.”

Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling.

“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them - and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.”

He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips.

“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it?”

“What?

“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.”

“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.”

“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Yeah. How’d you know?

“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.”

“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.”

He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk.

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.”

“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?”

He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.”

He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead.

“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.”

“Bullshit.”

You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium.

“And why’s that?”

“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.”

He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.

Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice.

next chapter linked here

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bestbouy · 7 months

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i think i just love the idea of the different universes with their like, styles???

like how Gwen's is totally watercolor and Hobie's is all scrapbookish punk n newspaper, y'know???? and, of course, Miles and Pavitr's are both more "normal" but they still have that... you know... v i b e... they're both normal but they have elements that make it their own. Like how Pavitr's universe is mainly super warm colors?

anyways this got me thinking y'know how it's super obvious Hobie has a different universe style?? not so much for Gwen because hers is a little different, but with the whole. changing skin, the OUTLINE, it's very obvious

I think it'd be super cool if in Hobie's universe, it's kind of like the opposite for anybody who's not from it? They have their own like, radius of... their own dimension???

I'm only comparing this to Hobie's dimension, it's very obvious none of this would happen in CANON so I'm literally just spitballing. Also because Hobie is the only one with the outline and funny overlay thing, and it'd be fun to play around with the other three's possible like,,, vibe!!

Gwen would leave like, imprints of watercolor? like dabbing it on a piece of paper, leaving color that dries out back to normal over time?? it would bleed into the world around her, it might even mimic her emotions with the color!

If she was upset it would be harsh, spread more, it would come out in spiked reds and blacks?

happy would seep in a lot more subtly, and cover a lot more space, but you wouldn't realize how much room it's taking up just because it's so slow to take it up and really is only at about.. idk, 20% opacity, slowly builds up the happier she gets? it would be more visible in puddles, just like with normal watercolor (Compared to anger, which would be very in-your-face and obvious)

It would rely a lot on her emotions, methinks, the stronger they are, the more visible the color!

Miles would have a sketchy, drawing-like atmosphere to him, kind of like what you can see on the spot y'know? and, since the spot came from Miles' dimension, I think it makes sense!

It would be less noticeable, but the things he interacts with would probably turn into a slightly stylized version of itself? A cup he holds or drinks from wouldn't change DRAMATICALLY, but it might copy his look and have sketch-like lines around it. Nothing huge, but enough that you can tell what he's touched in the past few minutes/hours

Pavitr would have a similar vibe to Gwen's, but with warm colors instead! His effect wouldn't change with emotions like hers, but it would probably bleed in the same way as hers. He would leave behind trails of warm oranges and yellows wherever he goes and leaving it behind on what he touches. He wouldn't notice this, but it would be veeery obvious to Hobie or anybody from his dimension.

Actually, I think the way that we can spot Hobie because of his differences in outline/radius effect would highly apply to them in his dimension! Everybody in Hobie's world can CLEARLY tell that Gwen, Miles and Pav aren't from there, and while the common person might not recognize they're from another universe, they might get the same feeling as if you were seeing like.. a skinwalker, or something. They're human, but it doesn't feel like it.

ANYWAYS back to Pavitr

He has a warm, cozy vibe, I think unlike the others his can seep more into emotions, I think he's an empathetic person and that melts into his little area effect. if he's super happy or excited about something the people around him get a tiny bit happier too!! when he's sad (and it's rly hard to make him sad bc this boy is POSITIVE THINKER #1) his colors get a bit colder, but I don't think they would affect other people like his happy ones do, honestly just SEEING such a normally happy guy so sad would do enough to ur mood than some radius effect lol

ANYWAYS that's just a lil thought. they are silly. and this is going into my ideas folder. have a good one n remember to drink water

(I would go on but this is super long already XD)

#spiderman across the verse #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #arachkids

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candyje11yfish · 2 months

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Hello!! I really like the way your art looks- style, coloring, and everything!! I’m kind of curious how you draw faces, that’s one of the main things I’ve always struggled with (maybe because I used to just draw a ton of Sans and Wheatley who…don’t have much going for faces)

Anyways that’s all!! You don’t have to tell if you don’t want to!

-Starlo fan

hii! thanks for the ask :D made this Real quick 4 u:

sooo im admittedly not that good at drawing different facial features/ expressions. the main things i do though are big eyes, lines on the nose and cheeks, big ears. i want it to look sorta like a mix btween cartoony and anime??

might be a little long so more under cut :]

whenever i draw a character, first thing i do is choose a shape that suits them! ill base it on personality most of the time. (explained further next paragraph). for the eyes, theres 2 main ways i draw them! ill either make the pupil half black with a highlight in the middle, or make the eye 2 colours with a highlight on the side!

A big thing i like to focus on is shape language! an example of this is how i draw Pearl and Marina from splatoon! i use sharp, triangular shapes for Pearl, on her eyes, tentacles, clothes, basically everywhere. For Marina, I use round, circular shapes! ig to portray the contrast in their personalities? something like that. My main inspiration for this and my artstyle in general is starrysharks (twt & tumblr)!!!! please check out his art its so shapey and colourful probably my favourite artist ever.

if u struggle w making faces even, what i do is duplicate for example most of the time ill draw one eye, duplicate then flip it lol. u could also use the symmetry tool!! i usually never use guide lines and the sketch is my lineart most of the time.

big piece of advice that helped me a lot is to copy!! if you really like the artstyle of ur favourite show, try redrawing a screenshot from it! just remember to give credit if u reference from an artist👍👍

aaaand thats all i can think of to say!!! hope this helps! thanks sm for reading, have a nice day :D i drew a starlo for u!!!!!

-another starlo fan

#ask mari #Long post #starlo

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asleepyy · 6 months

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Hello! I just did yet another reread of your comic, so here's a list of random things I love about it!! Sorry if this is a bit uuuhhhh MUCH but I just love your comic a lot, and want to share some of that love, and this seemed like the best way to go about that. So:

-The way Azazel's wings are so fluffy and Jophiel's are so sleek! Your stylization of them is so pretty.

-How you draw Azazel's hands always folded as if in prayer, or fiddling...even though the rest of him is often so still. Very true to Aziraphale, of course, but also fitting of an owl - still and always observing. But still, something that betrays that vigilance.

-Jophiel's honest-to-someone mullet in Mesopotamia. I love him so much. His little curls give me life.

-How Jophiel is always moving, angling his head in funny ways, pulling absurd expressions! He's so fun and mobile, which is just perfect to contrast our very sad and stationary owl.

-just a second being overwhelmed again at the fact that Azazel risked and gave up everything for Jophiel and continues to do so after Falling for him I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine this is fine.

-The way they are so in character in this!! I love reverse AUs but it's very hard to keep them in character in them. You do so flawlessly, to the point that as I find myself trying to imagine future story beats, I struggle to because I just see them acting the way they do in the canon. Stellar writing.

-Jophiel's wink in Mesopotamia. This deserves its own point in this list. As does Azazel finally getting to look happy in the frame after, even if it doesn't last...oh sweet owl...

-Azazel tugging on Jophiel's abaya in Golgatha...completely unnecessary to get his attention, didn't need to pull him closer or anything, but it's like the fiddling of his hands wasn't soothing enough and he needed to reach out in this moment of fear for Jophiel, always asking questions.

-The return of Jophiel's mullet in Heaven! Hell yeah

-help you draw Muriel SO cute.

-Azazel's "I've personally witnessed an Angel become an owl" PLEASE it's so devastating yet so funny

-Every time we get a little frame of just Jophiel's eyes reacting with sorrow and anger at moments when it's so, so clear Azazel was never meant to Fall. His eyes are SO expressive. I don't think your future sunglasses are gonna hide the fact that you're constantly glaring at god my guy.

-I really love the way you draw Jophiel's nose, it's gorgeous!

-Jophiel. Calls. Him. Angel. Need to lie down

-Seriously, I should've anticipated it, and I didn't, that's on me, but my HEART was not READY and I'm obsessed with this scene and its implications. The way Jophiel, deep down, doesn't even see Azazel as a demon ("you were an angel once" "that was a long time ago"). How pleased and adorable Azazel is at being referred to thusly (the little hair poofs!!!). The care they have long held for each other, in its unique and strange manifestations, revealing itself as a tangible burgeoning affection.

-Jophiel's declaration on the most recent page to protect Azazel, having no freaking clue that he's frankly 4500 years late to the game. Glad to have you here, your demon friend has been protecting YOU since before time was invented! Woo...but seriously, such a powerful and touching moment all around.

Anyway, I know this is ridiculously long, but goodness knows long comments on my GO fics always make ME very happy, so I figured you wouldn't mind. ;) I eagerly anticipate every update and bit of art, and when you make this comic into physical form, I will be camping out front of the pre-orders like it's a Black Friday sale. Tent and all. And snacks.

Take care!

🥹🥹😭😭 THANK YOU!!! This is super super sweet thank you for taking ur time to do this!!! I think I’d create the first physical copy when we finish season one of the show in the story, and then if interest is still high, a second physical copy for when we tackle season 2!

#good omens #ask #ineffable-doll

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raven-the-claw · 7 months

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A Complete Guide To Chaotic Academia

bc its my fav aesthetic and there is not enough content about it

Outfits

most people say that chaotic academia is just dark academia but a little bit more messy, and, well, chaotic. the truth is, chaotic academia is A LOT more messy than dark academia. you can still use dark academia as kind of a "base", but you are going to replace your blazers with flannels, your turtlenecks with tshirts. as for pants, you can go with litteraly anything: cigarette pants, tailored trousers, ripped-up jeans or normal black leggings. i personally really ike ripped up overalls bc they give that "i dont really give a damn, im so misunderstood, my parents didnt love me, im a crazy lonely introverted teenage child" vibe...idk. whatever you wear, make sure you feel comfortable in it! even tho in chaotic academia there are almost no rules at all, here are some things that might help you!

colours: any earthy tones are fine, brown, caramel, dark green, dark red, white, etc etc

fictional characters that might inspire you:

-remus lupin

- any dpc character

- jess mariano

- sydney novak

accesories: flannels (a personal fav + they make even the most boring fit look better), cardigans, converse (bonus points if you draw/write on them or if you have them laced in a weird way), bracelets or necklaces that mean something to you, harry potter back packs, tote bags...

hairstyles: whatever you want, just make sure your hair is ALWAYS messy, looking like you just fucking woke up

Activities and Traits

ok now we're getting to the actually important part bc (repeat after me): chaotic academia is not about how you look, its about how you live and how you act. so here r some thing that might help:

- annotating books with the most unhinged random thoughts

- learning poetry or speeches word for word but not remembering most of the things for school

- studying in the (school) library and being besties with the librarian (optional)

- leaving notes (on trees, mailboxes or library books) for strangers to find

- "studying while listening to classical music" and then instead of studying you end up agressivly mouthing your favorite song

- im sure yall already heard this one, but yes, swearing and slag while discussing deep academic topics is incredibly important

- speaking of important topics: posting something important on social media knowing no one will read it

- doodles on your hands 24/7 (NO SUSAN, I DONT GIVE A DAMN THAT ITS BAD FOR MY SKIN)

- sarcasm. a lot.

- random thoughts

- random quotes

- knowing a ton of conspiracy theories that you dont even beileve in by heart

- listening to all different types of podcasts

- one day reading the classics, the next ya fantasy and day after that ao3 smut

- multifandom, multishipper

- tea/coffee addiction

- adding b.c. to todays date when writing it in school

- random thoughts and the weirdest annotations in your school notebooks, especially the classes that you find boring

- "going to the bathroom" and then spending half of your math class drawing/reading/smoking/crying/thinking/whatever the fuck you wanna do there bc ur tired of everything

- stealing random stuff from stores (tho it is not encouraged blah blah blah)

- watching gilmore girls every fall

- telling people ur favorite colour is green even tho it isnt just to let them know that ur gay

- reading in class, on breaks, at home, parks, meetings, aethletic events, and generally all the fucking time

- doing (mostly) everything last minute

- bad at photography, but you enjoy it

- cold tea my beloved

- wearing one item every day: it can either be a necklace, a flannel, a bracelet, a badge, headphones, earrings etc etc

- extremely messy handwriting, always writing with black pen

- crying at least once a day, but only when ur alone, being super emotional but never showing it

- hobbies include reading, screaming in your pillow, learning unique languages that you will probably never use, rewatching dead poets society, harry potter, enola holmes, end of the fucking world and gilmore girls

- massive bookworm, reads all the time, always has a book with them

- skipping class, not that often tho

- 💫anger issues💫

- hyperactive and lazy at the same time

- uses big words but makes fun of other people when they do it

- writes (rebellious) book quotes everywhere, every single one of their notebooks had IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US written in them lol

- random useless powerpoints

- analysing taylor swift's folklore and evermore instead of sheakspeare because its just better

- retired almost-emo, had a phase when they wore black and acted all mysterious but were never really emo i cant explain it

- likes mcr. this one speaks for itself.

- gay and sad. no explanation needed.

Books, Movies and Music

Books:

- Harry Potter by you know who (WE DONT SUPPORT HER THO)

- The Secret History by Donna Tartt

- Night School by CJ Daugherty (is that how u spell it lol)

- The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Hamlet by Do I Really Need To Say Who

- The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

- The Picture of Dorain Gray by Oscar Wilde

- Frankenstein by Marry Shelley

Movies/TV Shows

- end of the fucking world

- heartstopper

- harry potter

- enola holmes

- dead poets society

- gilmore girls

- httyd (no kidding lol)

im not really a film girlie so if yall have any recs please lmk

Music:

- Mother Mother

- Taylor Swift (obviously)

- Lana Del Slay

- Conan Gray

- Olivia Rodrigo

- My Chemical Romance

- Lovejoy

- Bowie

- Queen

- Radiohead

- Björk

- Those random Disney songs i know you scream to at 3am

also whoever sings the IMJUSTATEENAGEDIRTBAGBAABBYY song

here is my playlist if yall wanna listen to it

hope that helps lol

#chaotic academia #academia aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #jess mariano #dead poets society #dead gay wizards #why is everyone dead help #gay and sad #books #fanfiction #remus lupin #wolfstar #anti jkr #Spotify

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lifmera · 2 months

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Heya, I was wondering if I could have a matchup for Hazbin Hotel? Male please x

My pronouns are she her, I'm fairly average height for a girl and my favourite animals at the moment are either cats or goats!!

I have black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, my hair goes just above my breasts and is layered. I wear a lot of black and hardly own any clothes that aren't!! (It’s just so flattering) I have a few large tattoos as well and am definitely getting more. I also have a lot of ear piercings, a nose stud and 🍒 piercings. I’m also English (northern, not southern) so I do have an accent

In terms of personality, l'd say l'm rather outgoing, witty and a bit nerdy. I wear a lot of studs and chains but I think they look badass, however I wear them causally so I guess you could also say I’m pretty bold? I've often been told l intimidate people, however I like to think they don't know me well enough to judge. Ive been told I can be quite loud, and I have some blunt, dry sense of humour which my friends seem to like. I'm an ENTP through and through and am currently in law school, stereotypical as fuck ik. I can sometimes struggle to trust people due to past experiences, however I think I’ve got the hang of reading people now to know when they’re my kind of cunt or not.

I can have a short temper and struggle with my emotions sometimes, (diagnosed bpd/adhd, looooove to see it) but am in the process of learning to manage them quite well.

Hobby wise, I enjoy drawing, painting and going out with my friends to concerts and festivals. I Love music, specifically Goth, Metal (Death, Goth metal, Nü metal, all sorts) and a little bit of rock obviously. I'm tempted to start learning how to play the drums or guitar but am not sure where to start, plus school takes up so much of my time.

There's of course no rush to reply, I adore your work I think your matches are always spot-on and I'm really curious !!

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HEY 🕷️🕸️!!!

Honestly I was so TORN between these two. So i decided lol… why not both?

Its okay hun!! I major Pre-Law right now 🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with… VOX & HUSK

Vox first though. Cus i read this and i was like.. VOX but then when i showered i was like .. wait husk… and then i was like FUCK… anyways

He’d definitely talk to you more because you reminded him of Velvette. And what probably went thru his head was “ooh new model :)”

But he LOVES ur personality. If you intimidated VOX? He would literally purr at ur feet and BEG you to join the Vee’s.

Even if you are dry, its okay, cus everything else makes up for it to him.

He definitely isn’t surprised if you don’t trust him at first, but he’s think that “nothing a little hypnotizing cant fix ! ;)” (take that as you wish.)

Vox is kinda pretty shitty himself- and probably doesnt really care much about you unless you blow a fuse on him. But honestly he’d like that.

Though he’d also be glad that you are managing your emotions! He HATES tantrums . (Cough cough Val)

He would probably make you draw you guys together lets me honest. He’d think it’d be funny. Till he actually enjoys it.

He would make fun of ur music taste. Then he would love it. Cus hes such a LOSER like that……

Honestly he’d love it sm he’d have them as theme songs D:

If you learned any instruments it’d probably cause him to want to as-well….

Ok Husker time…

Not gonna lie. You guys give off the same vibe, and he’d probably like you the most out of everyone at the hotel.

Especially at first glance?? Like finally… someone normal

Says him anyways.

Husk HATES cats, and obviously… i think he would also let you pet him or brush his fur… after becoming in a relationship. Otherwise he’d literally bite you.

I think he would talk to you first at the bar, and man is he good at finding shit out???

I think you guys would become close friends within a finger snap-

And honestly become inseparable. Totally have backhanded shit to say and it would be so funny. (Great duo)

He definitely would be super proud of you for seeking help! He would say that not much people have enough balls to do that.

Honestly i also think Husk would enjoy painting too. He seems like a gambler but i think in his free time, something like painting would relax him?? Or atleast looking at paintings and analyzing them.

Your music taste? Probably same as his. He’d love to listen with you, and Everytime you are at the bar he’d ask if you wanted to play a song you both enjoyed.

If you learned the guitar he’d be SO IMPRESSED. Like “okay dayum… ❤️”

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY HUN!! And AWUGHS THANK YOU SO MUCH?? i always try to make the characters accurate because i feel like if they are ooc .. its just.. weird ?

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infictionalwonderland · 2 years

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can you pls write the jily concept with james potter & reader pls i beg — ALSO your work is amazing & ily

THIS CONCEPT and james >>>> ily too bby

ever since the first moment that james potter saw you he knew that you were the one.

i’m not even kidding, he saw ur little eleven year old face on the train and was like, i’m gonna marry her!

the first thing he did was flirt with you, cheesy 11 year old style

you however weren’t having none of it and that just made him simp even more

since day one he would preach about how you’re the prettiest person ever

sending you notes in class with scribbled compliments and flirting

the teachers ship you two

they have their own bets on when or if you’ll finally give in

sends letters home to his parents absolutely gushing about you to them

fondly calls you ‘my future wife’ or ‘the love of my life’ in the letters

when you all go home after your first term at hogwarts, he’s immediately gushing to his parents about you

‘she’s just so pretty!’

‘she has the kindest heart ever, you’ll see mum and dad, she’s perfect!’

‘i could listen to her talk for the rest of my life!’

HE’S SO IN LOVE.

when you guys get a tad older he’s literally always asking you out

ofc it’s in an entirely heartwarming way but either way the public attention stresses you tf out

spends all lessons he has with you making heart eyes at you

his friends are sick and tired of hearing how pretty you are, how he’s gonna marry you someday, how you’re so kind and genuine, how you’re the most intelligent person he knows, how he loves your passionate ranting, how your smile makes him smile, how your laugh sounds like angels singing-

even tho they do know how amazing you are, jamie boy can be a bit much

the both of you are always in conversations around the school

some ppl are mad that he’s so infatuated w you he won’t glance at them but stay mad hoes 😊😊😊😊

everyday compliments & flirting.

your friends either find it amusing, encourage you to give him a chance, or are w you in your annoyance

however... in the ending of fifth year ish something changes

let me set the scene babe

you’re at a party in the common room with your friends after a victory for gryffindor, you look so good and you’re actually having the time of ur life

then remus, a good mate of urs, comes up to you is extremely apologetic but he claims he has to take care of sirius and asks for your help to take care of james

you’re naturally v reluctant but seeing the genuine stress laced into his tired features makes ur heart ache a bit so you agree

he’s nonstop spewing thank yous as he takes you over to the secluded place where he’s put a literally black out drunk james & sirius

as soon as james sees you he jumps up immediately and stumbles happily into you, babbling drunkenly about how much he loves you

‘you’re my favourite person ever ever ever ever i lobe you so much’

‘you’re the most beautiful person! if i could draw you i would and id frame it..you’d be more famous than the Mona Lisa!’

‘you look so good- thought m’heart was gonna jump out my chest when i saw you!’

and as you’re sitting down with his, his head nestled into your shoulder and body positioned towards u, listening to him slurring-ly ramble about why he loves you so much & how he loves you so much

your heart melts a bit

having someone genuinely care for you like this.. you thought it was some elaborated prank for his entertainment but hearing all this.. it just makes you rethink a bit

the next day he’s incredibly hungover and doesn’t remember much of the night - doesn’t remember your interaction

and remus decides to keep it hushed bc if he knew he’d be jumping all over the place

but by some fucking miracle you’re acting less cold toward him

the first time you smiled at him directly, james fainted 💀

the first time you unabashedly giggled at something he said, he spaced off the rest of of the lesson replaying that sound

the time you patted his arm in thanks, his friends had to force him into the shower bc he refused to wash off ur touch

he doesn’t know why or what happened but he can’t remember a time when he was so happy !

he writes to his parents and screams over the letter about how you’re actually paying attention to him and how his plan is starting to work

meanwhile remus watches everything with a small silent smirk, incredibly proud of himself

#james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x y/n #james fleamont potter #james potter x you #james potter x reader #james x reader #james potter imagines #the marauders #the marauders imagine #jily #jily trope #sub james potter

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cactikiki · 7 months

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oooooooh you wanna talk about ur headcanons sooo bad

(srsly tho i'd love to see :3)

rubs my evil little hands together

Thank you kindly for the ask. I finally have an excuse to infodump about headcanons hehehehehe

You didn't specify who for, soooo I'm gonna go for 3 star fam + Cassie for this

Gregory Bowman

14 (at the time of RUIN, 12 during GGY)

Venezuelan

The most GNC kid you've ever seen, but people confuse him for a girl sometimes. He isn't super happy about that (he's ftm). Also, he's bi

Autistic

He gets overwhelmed with crowds, bright lights and strong smells (especially as patient 46. The Mimic made his autism stronger /hj)

He also gets migraines when the Mimic/Dr. Rabbit is messing with his mind.

He has a special interest in coding! He wanted to make video games when he was a little younger

Doesn't like to let his emotions get to him. He tries to push forward through them no matter what.

He tries to act tough to spite his small stature, and got into fights in school often because of it

Vanessa does his hair now. He likes it the way it is, so doesn't ask her to change it. He has let Cassie style it for fun before

His hair was hacked at with a pocket knife to keep it short while he was Dr. Rabbit. It looked far worse in GGY era than SB era.

Since hanging out with Cassie, he's been putting makeup on regularly. It's only black eyeliner and nail polish, though

He's always drawing or doodling. He finds it relieves stress if he doesn't overthink it (which, like all artists, he sometimes does)

Gets a lot of graphic nightmares about what the Mimic did while in his mind. Before recovering his memory, he thought they were just that– nightmares.

He's seriously scared of the dark, to the point he hallucinates things moving in it

Used to own every piece of Freddy merch there was, until he ran away from home

He came from a fairly rich family. Not super rich, but rich enough to own a big house. It was mainly his relatives and his dad that had the money, while his mom was simply an indie writer

His parents threw money at him sometimes, and once he'd met Tony it'd gone straight to him a number of times

Was homeless for a few months, living on the streets and spending many nights at Cassie's. Eventually he started staying at the Pizzaplex. His memories of where and when are muddled.

Sees Vanessa as an older sister figure, Cassie a younger sister, and Freddy as parental (but don't tell any of them that)

One of his front teeth is missing because it was knocked it out while someone fought him back as Dr. Rabbit.

He's part of the 1% that actually likes sodaroni.

Vanessa A.

Lesbian

Loved cooking, reading and gaming before the Glitchtrap stuff happened. She's slowly gotten back into it after taking Gregory in, but doesn't play games very often anymore unless it's with him.

She's really awkward with people she doesn't know very well. And, despite trying her best, she often ends up freaking people out with some insanely obscure dark fact she knows, usually about Fazbear Entertainment's past.

Remembers everything from when she was Vanny, but it is slightly fuzzy

She pushed away all her friends and family when she was Vanny, and has yet to reconnect out of worry of something going wrong and them ending up hurt. She has considered sending Gregory to be with them in the past.

Her grandmother passed not long before she was Vanny, and the two were particularly close. She'd taken the house and had not been able to live in it until she was freed.

She used to be louder, but now she tends to be quiet and reserved. Some of her old personality shines through when she's with Gregory, when she teases him like an older sibling would

She's paranoid and overthinks things. She's scared Fazbear Entertainment will come knocking for Freddy, or that the Mimic will find out where they are through the internet, or a variety of irrational fears

Has a large scar on her waist from stray machinery in the sinkhole

Hasn't told Gregory about what the Mimic truly is, nor what it did to him, hoping to protect him.

Since Gregory can't remember much of his life from before, Vanessa promises she'll help him remember-- but she's grateful for some of the things he doesn't.

Freddy Fazbear

He charges overnight in the basement with a contraption Gregory came up with using an old car battery. The battery lasts 12 hours before needing a recharge.

He has been accidentally left in a room alone by Gregory and Vanessa before, who forget sometimes that he's just a head now

On occasion the trio go on picnics to quiet places where they can be alone, and on these occasions Freddy gets to see the world– he's very excited about seeing new things outside of the plex!

He can now connect to the internet, and was able to download all of the Pizzaplex's blueprints this way. He can also now be used as a projector.

Since his Faz-wrench port was on his body, Gregory fitted a USB port to Freddy's head; it's janky, but it works long enough to transfer a few files.

Gregory has asked about Bonnie, although Freddy doesn't talk about him much. He mostly fondly recalls memories before getting upset and not wanting to speak more.

He's often the one to stop the sibling-ish arguments between Vanessa and Gregory

He doesn't know it, but Gregory's been researching how to build small animatronics for a few months so he can build Freddy a new body as a surprise. He… Hasn't gotten very far, yet

He still sings on occasion, but finds it brings him memories of his friends, which (similarly to Bonnie) he doesn't like to think about too much.

He feels incredibly guilty for what happened to all of his friends. He doesn't blame Gregory in the slightest, but does wish he'd taken a different approach.

Cassie Reyes

14 (at the time of RUIN, her birthday was that very day)

Dominican

AuDHD

Trans + bi, like Gregory! But is mtf

Loves video games and would play them with Gregory all the time. She tended to prefer cosier games, while he liked RPGs– they played Minecraft together often, which kept them both satisfied.

Super emotional, considers herself a crybaby. She tries to hide it behind a sassy, sometimes bossy exterior

She imagines alternate situations a lot and pretends things are different than they really are. She can't cope with change or loss very easily.

When she wants to do something, she will do anything to achieve her goal + won't rest until she does. She overworks herself and thinks too much about things she shouldn't

Her mom died when she was 6. It's been just her and her dad since then

Her dad recently (as of RUIN) left for some reason, he didn't say– only leaving money and a note. She might drive herself crazy looking for him in future.

She's the weird kid in class. She doesn't have any real friends and gets bullied for being into 'childish things'.

The wolf kid. The very reason she prefers Roxy over the others.

Her second favorite character is Chica! Although she likes all the characters a lot. She also remembers liking Bonnie before he disappeared-- even her dad couldn't tell her what happened.

She watches cartoons and writes essays or fics about them in her spare time

While Gregory was homeless and visiting her, on the colder days, she'd let him in for movies and hot cocoa and they'd make a blanket fort. Sometimes Gregory would spend these nights falling asleep on Cassie, watching her play animal crossing or stardew valley

She won both the Roxy and Freddy talky for her and Gregory at the Pizzaplex during her birthday. Gregory would sometimes come within range while she was at home just to walkie something incredibly stupid or annoying, before getting out of range too fast for Cassie's complaints to be heard

She hates sodaroni and feels nauseous every time Gregory drinks it right in front of her like it's nothing.

#My sillies #If you wanna see more hcs just ask!!#This is only the tip of the iceberg for these three #And I haven't even gotten into the other characters.....#Also ALL of this is canon to Aftermath!! Sometimes my hcs differ between fics jshdjbd #There are hints to plot points in this lmao #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #gregory #Vanessa #Cassie #glamrock freddy #Headcanons #GGY

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mikalame · 7 months

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hey!! i hope ur doing good<3!

can u please write manzini fluff or just general headcanons w/ a reader who has a emo/punk style? if he'd try on anything or shop w/ reader, just stuff like that!

enjoy ur night/day💜💜

"Stop complaining mister, you said that if i won in the race i could do your make-up so hush" You snap at your boyfriend whose wiggling in your make-up chair.

"Yeah i didn't expect you to go all out you know, just thought you would do my make-up not make me a whole new person" He groans looking at the mirror the dreads that are clipped back pulling on some of the little baby hairs.

You put some light conclear under his eyes to make the eyeliner you smudge around his eyes really pop. "Now Kristoffer i need you to stay SUPER still so i dont stab your eye cause im bout to tight line it mmk"? you say holding his face in a death grip his cheeks pushing together making his lips smush.

"O-okay" he mutters i little terrafide that your are putting a pencil near his eye but non the less he lets you continue. "I trust you" he says as he watches the pencil get closer to his eye "Are you sure the grip you have on the armchair right now would tell me other wise" you giggle softly before pulling his lower eyelid down and gentaly running the pencil over it.

After you finish that up you quickly apply some mascara pulling the eye make-up together. You step back adimering you work before grabbing some highliter and lightly dusting it over his cheekbones and nose to give him that sorta Edward Cullen look.

"We done" he smiles desprately wanting this to be over "no not yet" you run to the bathroom and grab some black hairspray temporary dye. "YOUR NOT DYEING MY HAIR BLACK" Kristoffer jumps from the chair holding his hair as if it would fall out if you got the can anywhere near his hair.

"Its only temporay it will wash out in like 2 washes if you scrub hard enough" You say rolling your eyes sarcasticly while shaking up the tube. You hear a groan before the chair sqeaks as kristoffer sits back down he eyebrows scrunched hands clamped togther.

"You'll be fine kæreste (sweetheart in danish i did you google translate tho sorry)" you grab a row of dreads a spray over them the black washing over them completely before you move onto the next row. You made sure to do all the visible dreads first just in case there wasn't enough spray to cover them all and your glad you did as the can could only cover like 90% of the dreads.

"Hair all done what do you think babe" You spin his chair to face the mirror like they did at the salon. Kristoffer's eyes which had been shut tight slowly opening them squinting in the mirror before opening them completely taking in the whole affect.

"Wow babe, didnt think i would look this great with spray dye black hair gosh" he says with fake shock. You smack him lightly over his head rolling your eyes again at his antics. You move towards the closet to grab some clothes of his that could kinda match the look you were going for.

Only finding a black baggy shirt you were NOT happy you rummage through your draws and find a back singlet with some graffic design on it. You chuck it over your shoulder "Put this on" you say to Kristoffer "Wait i have to dress as well" he sighs but goes along with it "of course you have to dress up dont be ridiculous" you say leaning on your hip sassy chucking a pair of your black yoga pants that would stretch comfortably over his waist.

"Pants as well" he groans grabbing the pants you chucked at him before gripping the bottom of his shirt pulling it over his head gasping when he sees some black residue on the neckline of his grey shirt "Ah there spray on my shirt" "It'll wash out" you laugh grabbing it and putting it inside of the washing basket.

You turn back around and see a struggling Kristoffer his arms in an uncomfortable position bent at a weird angle with the shirt bunched up at his collar bone "Help" he says. You giggle before rushing to help him get unstuck.

Straightening the shirt once you fixed it you move a couple of his braid around to make them look nice and neat before turning around so he could remove his pants while also grabbing a couple of your studded belts, necklaces and bracelets with vibrant colours.

"The yoga pants are doing wonders for your ass babe" you laugh when you turn around "my ass always looks great thank you very much" he says snapping his fingers making you laugh even harder "really getting into character now, well put these on" you say showing him the assortment of accessory's you placed on the bed in there respective groups.

"Ooooo" Kristoffer says grabbing the colourful accessories and putting them on " How do i look" he smiles brightly showing off his outfit doing a quick 360 of it all "very snazzy" you giggle.

With the outfit you are currently wearing and Kristoffers new outfit you decide you need to do a cute little photo shoot. You drag you boyfriend over to you decorated wall and make him do some poses before you get dragged to go some selfies with him, laughing your asses off while snapping photos.

A week later Kristoffer comes back to your house running up to your room after your parents said that you were in the shower and you would be a couple minutes longer. He closes the door behind him and takes in the room's decor noticing something was a little off. His eyes leading over to your photo wall his eyes focusing on some of the new photos. A couple of your friends at some concert and some random ones of pets and then seeing a few of the pictures you two took together his eyes softening running his finger over the picture smiling softly.

Hope you enjoyed please do leave requests of anybody you would like i can even be people i haven't written before i am trying to get back into writing.

Taglist: @oppopotamus@violentnewmarley@saumspam@adissonsss

#manzini smut #manzini fluff #manzini x reader #manzini

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sulfies · 13 days

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have you drawn any other assassin? i'd love to see them in your style, but no pressure of course! your art just aaaaaaaaa i love it so much!!! all of it!!! love the body types and their cute little fights and banter and the bleeding effect angst and just i dunno, i'm not great with words, but your art is amazing and i can't wait to see what else you make!!!! <3

I have not :'(, its mostly bc I havent played their games or looked at any of their lore so idk who they are except small fandom knowledge.

Thabk you so much for the kind words since I havent had this many interactions for my art n work since like...2016 :'O Im glad everyones enjoying it

Its motivating me a lot and its been a while sinve I have drawn for me (or drawn at all lmao)

For other Assassins most likely as I go thru the games I might draw them, Connor seems most likely bc I plan on playing the games atleast till AC3 (bc Im mostly here for Desmond ngl) and after might watch vids on black flag etc etc. Sadly I just dont know enough about them or their personalities to want to draw them 😭

Feel free to lmk whos ur fav and why doe Id still like to know about em

#asks #sorry about the long answer #I have seen a lot of fandom art for Haytham? from fanfics Ik he is Connors father 😭 thats all I got lmao #also ik all the big spoilers for desmond so dw yall lol #rn im nearly done w brotherhood (but i might need to refresh my memory bc I had to stop for middterms grad etc etc

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writers-ex · 1 year

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made with love

ryujin x fem!reader

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as you begin getting dressed your phone starts buzzing frantically, checking your notifications you see its from the one person you were hoping to see there.

'code gingerbread.' 'this is an emergency' 'plz i need ur help' 'meet me @ my place TT'

panicking from just the first few texts you grab your keys and phone rushing to her place. banging on the door you see a flour covered ryujin in an apron with the most saddest face you've ever seen.

"i burned them…i burned them all how is that even possible??"

"i'm sorry you burned wh-oh my gosh did you turn off the oven?" catching a whiff of something burning you rush inside and follow the scent to the kitchen, turning off the oven you look over to see ryujin staring mindlessly at the black cookies lying on the table. patting her back you hand her some water and clean up the mess, after taking out the trash you pinch her cheek slightly. "ok now that that's been taken care of tell me from the beginning what happened."

ryujin recounts how she was told by jihyo to bring cookies but this time she bought ingredients and wanted to try baking them only she didn't understand how long they needed to be cooked for and burnt the batch. in a panic she called you and now here you cleaning up her mess.

"it's fine jin, lucky for you i know a great baker on tiktok that can help us. just give me a minute-" swiping on your phone your feed shows up 'brownies'n'felix' watching one of his videos you give her a thumbs up. "now i know what to do! start making some shapes and i'll handle the rest." after making cookies of all shapes and sizes you manage to bake them with only two looking burnt, waiting around for them to cool you prepare some frosting and hand ryujin a pipping bag.

"ok now comes the hard part…decorating them. obviously mine are going to come out better-"

"um no they're not. i'm shin ryujin, the ace of everything."

"except baking."

"shut up. i can frost more cookies than you and i'll prove it to you!" sharing a look the two of you nod begin drawing little designs and faces on each cookie. getting closer to each other you notice that ryujin is beating you so to slow her down you swipe some frosting on her face and giggle making her drop the bag and have the access frosting land on your shirt. the two of you gasp and look at each other with a mischievous gaze, ryujin slowly reaches down to grab her green bag and quickly squeezes its contents all over your face making you groan.

"RYUJIN!!!" laughing you grab the access flour and throw it at her making her cough and vulnerable to more attacks. the two of you have at it until the supplies runs out and you're both covered in head to toe with frosting, flour, cookie dough, and what you think are rainbow sprinkles.

"ok ok truce!!" holding your hands up ryujin stops herself from throwing more flour at you. "i think the cookies have had enough of our jackson pollock art and we'll be late to the party if we keep this up."

"fineeee…you're no fun." walking over to you ryujin smirks. "buuuut you do look like a snack~" blushing you swat her now very close face from your own and find yourself backing up hitting the edge of the kitchen counter as ryujin corners you. giving you a slow once over she stops and stares directly into your eyes with a knowing look. "i think we both need to shower."

"yes i know that so i'll wait here and-"

"want to join me~?"

"RYUJIN?!" laughing she heads to a room and comes back with a change of clothes.

"i'm kidding i'm kidding!! you go first though i'll clean up now." handing you some clothes she pushes you toward the bathroom. once you come out you see ryujin once again in the kitchen in the middle of pipping one heart shaped cookie.

"jin i'm done." walking behind her you spot her attempting to write something on the cookie. "'i heart you' in a heart shaped cookie, wow that's so original~" startled she drops the bag and pouts.

"DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT!! i almost ruined your cookie?!" laughing at her angry face you let her words register and stop to look at a flushed ryujin. "what? you heard me!! i'm making you a confession cookie because i like you but feel too awkward to tell you." taking the cookie from her you look down at it and smile making her give you an odd look.

"well that's good news because... i like you too and this is the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me." her shoulders slump in relief as she hears your answer.

"you're welcome~" puckering her lips ryujin tries to get a kiss from you but you block her with your cookie.

"not now my little baker, go change and maybe i'll consider it."

"yes ma'am!" rushing to the bathroom she closes the door enough to peak her head out. "now do you want to join me?"

"RYUJIN!!!!"

to go back and read another route click here

#cold choices: an icy itzy story #hannie.writes #ryujin x fem reader #itzy x fem reader #ryujin x reader #ryujin x fem!reader #ryujin fluff #ryujin #itzy fluff

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