#my favorite band from my emo days

[iamaloserkid]

just a major throwback. still don't get how this shitty quality gif got 25k+ notes... like, why is THIS my most popular post😂

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

every so often I rewatch this and try not to cry with laughter

[even-michael]

Here’s to the songs I don’t skip ever 🍺 that’s root beer

Redundant - Green Day Secrets - Destroy Boys Falling For You - Weezer Platypus (I Hate You) - Green Day I’m Like A Lawyer With the Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You) - Fall Out Boy Worry Rock - Green Day You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison - My Chemical Romance The Jaws of Life - Pierce the Veil The Carpal Tunnel of Love - Fall Out Boy Murder City - Green Day I’ve Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on my Fingers - Fall Out Boy Last Night on Earth - Green Day Punk Rock 101 - Bowling For Soup American Gigolo - Weezer ¡Viva La Gloria! - Green Day Lo Peor - Destroy Boys

[hydrangea-shelters]

LOTS OF PUNK STAMPS! (part 1)

Here we are with another part of music genre stamps. Just like the goth stamps i made, its a "my favorite genre is in this stamp" + aesthetic stamp combo.

Punk genres listed for this batch, because theres so many punk genres

Anarcho-Punk (i.e. Crass, Rudimentary Peni, The Mob, Lost Cherrees)

Celtic Punk - punk + celtic music (i.e. Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly)

Chain Punk - from the meme involving "chain vs egg punk". Has more hardcore punk roots, aggressive

Egg punk - from the meme involving "chain vs egg punk". Quite similar to synth punk due to usage of synths.

Crust punk (i.e. Nausea, Axegrinder, Doom, Deviated Instinct. Aus Rotten)

D-Beat - artwork inspired by those "d beat album covers that has band members censored eyes". Bands like Discharge (where the genre name is from), Anti Cimex, Driller Killer

Emo/Emotional Hardcore (more focused on bands like Rites of Spring, American Football, Jimmy Eat World, and all of those stuff. I'll try to make a different emo stamp for the likes of MCR, Fall Out Boy, and Paramore)

Folk Punk (i.e. Pat the Bunny, Days n Daze, Mischief Brew)

Grindcore - even it's more related to metal. I decided to include here since it was rooted from hardcore punk. Example bands: Napalm Death, Extreme Noise Terror

Digital Hardcore - electronic music + hardcore punk. Some mostly use guitars (i.e. Rabbit Junk) and some will have mostly electronic sounds than guitar (i.e. Machine Girl). Decided to have more cyberpunk aesthetic for this, 'cause it sounds like stuff you play in middle of a fight in a cyberpunk world

Hardcore Punk - apparently "hardcore" can mean different music genres (Beatdown hardcore is one of it but theres also hardcore techno), but lets focus on the punk. Bands like Bad Brains, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, and Minor Threat.

Horror Punk - spooky punk music. (i.e. Blitzkid, Misfits, Calabrese)

Oi! (i.e. Oi Polloi, Angelic Upstarts, Camera Silens)

Punk Rock - supposedly for the classic punk rock sound but stamp can be used for punk rock in general. Example bands: The Clash, Ramones, Sex Pistols

Ska punk (i.e. Operation Ivy, Less than Jake, Against all Authority)

Skate Punk - something you have heard on Tony Hawk pro skater games. Anyway... bands like NOFX, Suicidal Tendencies (also metal), Pennywise

Street Punk (i.e. GBH, Varukers, UK Subs)

Synth Punk (i.e the Screamers, Suicide, Devo)

feel free to use it to your personal page, carrd, neocities, strawpage, toyhouse, sheezy, deviantart, etc. No need to credit when using the stamps (like putting html embeds and stuff) but linking any of my pages is appreciated when reposted, reblog, or reupload on different places.

[windixie]

˗ˏˋ hey emo boy !´ˎ˗ emo!choso x reader

summary : what's so good about hot topic? I mean it's trending, it's legit in the name, but your style... is the opposite of that, so why visit all the time? it doesn't have to do with the emo boy that works there right?

warnings : filthy drabble full of smut, smut, smut, and maybe uh smut? p in v, creampie, breeding kink (sorry!), choso is a whimpering mess :( fingering, m!receiving, f!receiving. lmk if I missed any!

taglist : @elylyyy @mjsjshhd @officialholyagua @chiunpy @hi-hello-heyo @etsuniiru

if you wish to be added or removed from tag list pls comment <3

emo! choso who just scored a well paying job at a hot topic store in the mall near his college. hes thankful for the job because he is supporting all of his younger siblings and besides, he loves the store himself. but he starts to love it even more when you, the pretty girl, walks in for the third time this week.

emo! choso who asks if you need any help finding something only to get denied by you because you’re so shy and scared of the big muscular man who’s got a shit ton of piercings. you love them all and you especially love his tongue piercing. you wonder how it feels against your needy cunt as you tug at his hair. you can’t help but moan out his name when your needy fingers play with your soaking pussy after finding out his name.

emo! choso quickly develops a small crush on you after you both get more used to each other especially because of your daily visits.

emo! choso who feels guilty from checking you out all the time. it’s not his fault your pretty skirt barely covers that big ass of yours and it’s not his fault he can see your pretty Victoria’s Secret panties you bought from across his store.

emo! choso who is so excited when you invited him over to your house after you both bonded over your favorite book series.

emo! choso who soon finds himself fucking you sweetly and sloppy. “fuck.. fuck.. good fucking girl! baby fuck not gonna last long..!” he kept whining in your ear as he pounded his big fucking cock in you. you were seeing white as you came for the umpteenth time as you clutched onto your wet bedsheets.

emo! choso stills wants more out of you even after eating you out which was embarrassing for you because you squirted so much and all over his face but he didn’t care! he swallowed all of it as if he was dehydrated. “baby please let me cum in you! put a baby in ya yeah? gonna be a good mommy! such a good mommy!” he babbled as his strokes became even sloppier.

your headboard kept slamming hardly against your wall you didn’t even care if you got a noise complaint the next day. how could you care when you were literally getting filled up but the boy you’ve been gushing over for weeks!

emo! choso who actually whimpers! a lot! and hes not afraid to be vocal cuz he knows you love it. “mmf yeah take my cock baby.. no no.. s’ not big! it’ll fit just like every time! yeah such a good baby! oh shit.. ngh oh you’re tight!” he whimpered as big fat tears left your eyes.

emo! choso who has a thing for blood. yeah. period sex. mhm. he loves it so much he’s filthy but he read somewhere that cumming helps the cramps so what else can he do but help his pretty baby?

emo! choso definitely fucks you whenever you wear his band t-shirts. he gets such a painful boner and you always help him by putting it in your mouth. even tho you have a bad gagging reflex

emo! choso loves you so much he’s so happy to see that positive pregnancy test and he immediately starts thinking of names.

[gingerteafairy]

more rodrick fics please!!

yesss, i was missing him (i always go back to my default crush)

rodrick heffley x emo!reader

summary: Rodrick never really believed in love at first sight—until he saw you. Just another girl he’d never noticed in college, walking by in a Green Day shirt.

tags n warnings: fluff, a bit suggestive. word count: 1.3k masterlist

“Oh, I…” The words slipped out before he could think, and you stopped, pulling out one of your earbuds.

“What?”

“That band… uh… band. Green Day.” He pointed awkwardly at your shirt, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “You're... American Idiot.”

“Am I?” you teased, the silly wordplay catching him completely off guard.

Rodrick blinked, his brain short-circuiting for a second. “No! I mean… no, you’re not an idiot.” He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “The band. The album. It’s… really good. It's my favorite. Wake me up when september ends, you know what they say.”

You let out a quiet laugh and tugged at the hem of your shirt, glancing at the design as if only now remembering what you were wearing. “Yeah…”

Rodrick stood there, scrambling for something else to say, but before he could, you were already saying goodbye.

“Bye, Rodrick.”

He blinked, stunned. You knew his name?

“Bye.” He waved, a little slow on the uptake, watching as you disappeared down the hallway. When it finally hit him, he groaned under his breath. “American Idiot? What the hell is wrong with me?”

Rodrick sighed, pressing his forehead against the wall and rubbing his face. He had never really noticed you before. Okay, maybe he’d seen your cool shirts every now and then. But now he realized just how pretty you were. How much of a total idiot he looked like around you. Love at first sight? He didn’t know. But he did know one thing—he needed to run into you again.

And that’s exactly what started happening—with suspicious frequency.

Rodrick suddenly had a newfound interest in your class schedule. The subject? Who cared? The important thing was that you were there. He started bumping into you in the hallways, always keeping an eye on your shirt, waiting for the perfect opening to start a conversation.

After that first encounter, you became an unlocked character in his universe. Now, he saw you everywhere—and for a brief moment, he wondered if you had been invisible to everyone else, just like he was. A part of him kind of hoped you were. Because, let’s be honest—Rodrick Heffley could be pretty possessive over relationships that only existed in his head.

You wore different outfits in the following days, but he couldn’t shake the image of that Green Day shirt, your earbuds in, and that distant, almost dreamy look in your eyes. That was the moment everything changed. The preppy, pink-clad popular girls lost all appeal.

“This is how I’m gonna talk to her.” Rodrick tossed his drumsticks in the air, determined. He was standing at the college entrance, waiting for you, ready to comment on whatever band shirt you had on today. "I'll ask for her favorite songs and make a playlist so we could hear together when i ask her to be Mrs. Heffley."

Ben raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “So your new thing is emo girls with dead fish eyes?”

Rodrick pointed a drumstick like a sword. “Do not disrespect her like that.” He spun it between his fingers before tucking it into his pocket. “She’s not emo. She’s simply a woman of deep, complex emotions, expressed through music—”

“Emo.” Ben chuckled, making Rodrick roll his eyes.

The truth was, Rodrick Heffley was tired of pretending to be an untouchable rockstar. Lately, all he really wanted was a girlfriend to walk around with, be stupidly in love with, and eat ice cream with. But no one seemed interested in him—especially not the popular girls. Over time, they all started feeling boring, shallow. Sure, they were good for ice cream and other… needs. But nothing more than that.

“There she is. Wish me luck.”

Rodrick cracked his knuckles, his heart hammering in his chest. You walked through the college gates the same way you always did—beautifully bored.

Linkin Park.

Rodrick grinned. This was it. Now or never.

The smile he gave was almost worthy of a horror movie villain—so wide and sudden that it startled anyone passing by. Realizing his mistake, Rodrick quickly straightened up, trying to soften his expression into something more charming. As you approached, he took a step forward, purposely blocking your path, a forced smile on his lips.

“Hey.” He crossed his arms in an attempt to look suave, but he made sure to keep his drumsticks strategically visible, as if they were an essential part of his charm.

You pulled out your earbuds and let out a quiet laugh. “Hey. How you doin?”

Rodrick smirked smugly. “Name five songs from that band.” He tilted his head, winking at you with a teasing challenge.

It was supposed to be a brilliant moment. But instead of the countless reactions he had rehearsed in his head, you frowned slightly, glancing around, visibly caught off guard.

His brain crashed.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, that was so dumb.” He waved his hands frantically, running a hand through his messy hair. “Shit, just ignore everything I said and pretend I don’t exist while I jump off that window.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine. It was just so out of nowhere.” Taking a deep breath, you listed effortlessly, “What I’ve Done, Crawling, New Divide, Papercut, In the End. God, I love Mike Shinoda’s rap parts.”

Rodrick’s eyes lit up. He barely held back from jumping with excitement.

“You know Mike Shinoda?” His voice came out a little too high-pitched, betraying his enthusiasm. “Dude, I am obsessed with those raps. Like, In the End basically shaped my entire personality!”

You laughed, tucking your earbuds into your bag. “He was the father of edgy teenagers—along with gore animes.”

Rodrick placed a hand over his heart, dramatically. “Exactly! Finally, someone who gets it.”

Your gaze shifted to his shirt, your eyes scanning over the band’s name. “And this band… Loded Diper…”

“It’s mine. It’s… my band.” He admitted, scratching his head a little. “The name sounds so dumb now, but I swear it was badass in high school.”

“I think it’s a requirement for rock bands to have weird names.” You joked, surprising him even more. So you had a sense of humor too?

“Yeah, like Metallica.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s basically the same thing as a rap group calling themselves Raptalia.”

“Or U2. Like… what does that have to do with me?” You laughed, and he did too, his chuckles gradually blending into something softer, more real, as they melted into a lazy smile. 

Rodrick straightened up, puffing out his chest with pride. “But yeah, Loded Diper. No need to look it up to guess who the drummer is.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “That’s actually really cool, Rodrick.” You watched as he slid his drumsticks into his pocket. “You should invite me to a show.”

Rodrick nearly tripped over himself. “Of course I will. You’re basically my VIP fan. Exclusive backstage access. Full access to the drummer, be my guest.” He tried to sound confident, but his voice cracked slightly at the end.

“Are you flirting with me, Rodrick?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. 

He blinked, hesitating. “I don’t know… is it working?” He leaned in slightly, his nervousness slipping into his voice.

“Yes.” You shrugged, amused. “Or maybe I just have a thing for drummers.”

Rodrick froze.

"Uh… well… I guess it's kinda… common." He nodded awkwardly, swallowing hard. "Not that I'm undermining you! Actually, it’s really cool."  

"Maybe I’ll steal your shirt." You smirked, tossing your hair back as you started walking away. "I look good in black."  

Rodrick stood there, stunned, watching you disappear down the hallway. “Oh, dear God. Help me.” He muttered, leaning against the wall for support.  

"So, how'd it go with your Avril Lavigne knockoff?" Ben teased, stepping up beside Rodrick, who now looked like he had actual hearts in his eyes.  

“Damn whoever invented emo girls.” He whined, dramatically gazing up at the sky.

[eveysnotebook]

vibes my favorite dc men give me

includes: dick, jason, tim, barry, wally, hal ‘n roy!

sorry if this doesn’t make sense, it’s just stuff that reminds me of them

dick: warm hugs, mint, fruity gummy candy, juice, rainy but comfortable days, sunshine, 90/80s pop music.

jason: empty library's, smell of old books, tea, dark chocolate, smokey, marshmallows, old rock bands, leather bags and jackets, ratty old shirts.

tim: fresh smell of journals or pencils, printer paper smell, old sneakers, long, worn out earbuds, old, abandoned skateboard parks, the mall.

barry: sunshine, new shoes, hoodies, stupidly corny ties, mismatched socks, 2000s pop music, gummy bears, walks in the park on a sunny day, puppies.

wally: sour candies, orange juice, fruits, bright colors, rollerblades, sunflowers, stupid jokes, small bustling market places, freshly picked plants.

hal: scottish fold cats, old tiny cars, green eyes, unique rocks, planes (there’s a place where people fly planes near my house, I dont know what it’s for or what it’s called, I always think of him when driving by) classic rock bands, old van shoes, warm weather with a nice breeze, late nights, mint ice cream.

roy: sunsets, roofless cars, warm hands, uncrowded streets, subway stations??, emo/punk music from 90s n early 2000s, pine trees.

sorry if some are shorter than others, also sorry I started yapping in hal’s section lmao

[bluebutterflytattooed]

Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader

CHAPTER THREE

The next day, you feel like an absolute mess walking into school. Your hands are shaking, your eyes are darting around in search of Ellie. Shit, you were too stressed this morning to even make your daily chai.

Of course, you don’t look like a mess. You have on low waisted jeans from Hollister, paired perfectly with a pink crop top which no one will ever know that you thrifted. Your lips are perfectly glossed, your jewelry shines, your hair is straightened and flowing down your back.

No one will know about the terrible mistake you made last night.

Except for Ellie, of course.

The girl that you see immediately, the very moment you walk through the school doors. She’s wearing her usual weird emo get-up, black jeans, extremely fucked-up Conversse, and a flannel over her band t-shirt. The same band t-shirt from the post you liked last night. She looks happier than usual, satisfied with herself almost. It’s like she’s waiting for you.

Your suspicions are confirmed as she immediately approaches you. You curl your lip at her, hating that you have to look up at her slightly.

“What the hell do you want, Williams?” You snap, adjusting the tote bag that’s slung over your shoulder. You know exactly what she wants, but you will not give her the satisfaction of even more satisfaction.

“I think you know, Y/N,” She says, grinning. You hate her stupid smile, all toothy and genuine. It’s like she’s teasing you, instead of the other way around. “What were ya’ up to last night?”

“It’s creepy that you want to know so much about me,” You say, staring straight ahead as you walk towards the girl's bathroom. You don’t need to use it, you’re just trying to find an escape from this conversation. “Especially about my night time activities.”

You realize all too late that some could take that sentence in a sexual way. You wince at yourself as Ellie raises an eye brow. She could use some eyebrow gel, you think to yourself.

“Um, alright…” She trails off awkwardly. “I’m talking about the, uh, post you liked. On Instagram.” Her voice has turned into practically a squeak. You smirk at how high pitched her tone has become, at her nervousness, at how small she seems despite the couple of inches she has on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrug, still refusing to look directly at her.

“Yes you do, I know you do!” She protests. “Why were you stalking me?” Her formerly mouse-like voice becomes accusatory.

You swallow hard. There’s no getting around this. She’s going to become persistent and more annoying than usual, like a pesky little bug. A mosquito, perhaps. A fly that just won’t die no matter what. “Because your account is so fucking stupid, and I needed something to laugh at. You’re like a Disney princess, with all those animals,” You finally turn to look at her, crossing your arms and looking Ellie up-and-down. “You don’t look like a Disney princess though. Maybe one of the Seven Dwarfs, though.” You laugh at your own joke, even though it sounds more like a giggle than you intended.

“More of a princess than you are,” It’s rare that she’s sassy back to you. She usually just takes your words and disposes of them as soon as you leave her alone. “But are you su-u-u-ure you didn’t like my account? That one post?”

“Oh my god, Williams,” You roll your eyes so hard it hurts. “You’re so desperate.”

She opens her mouth to retort back, but the bell rings for first period, cutting off her words. You shrug at her, walking off to class and swiping lipgloss over your perfect lips, pleased that conversation is over and done with.

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You should’ve known that your time without Ellie and the constant reminder of the ‘Instagram Incident’ wouldn’t last for long. It’s your last class of the day, one of your favorites to be honest since you get to be creative: Film. It’s rare in school that you get to let loose a bit, lose the popular, mean girl persona and be creative and fun.

The only downside to this class is that Ellie Williams takes it too, ever the nerd.

You sigh heavily as you take your seat in the classroom, surrounding my quiet gossiping conversation and laughs from classmates that don’t have to worry about concealing themselves for the sake of social status. Not long after you do, Ellie comes into the class, her stringed earphones in as always, likely playing some indie band no one has ever heard of. You scoff at her, the noise barely audible. Somehow, Ellie notices and casts you a dirty look. You ignore it.

The class begins soon enough, the teacher, Miss Hanson, talking for a while before she announces a group project: a short film on a life changing event of your choice, fictional or not. It’s a prompt that you like, considering that you have had many life changing events yourself. You’re ready and excited for the project, already coming up with ideas in your yellow notebook, until Miss Hanson begins to assign groups of four, reading off of her attendance list. It’s not as if you dislike the people in this class, but you don’t exactly like them either. Most of them are weird and don’t wear deodorant, which happens to be your greatest pet peeve of all time.

Everything is going well, you’re still excited, until Miss Hanson’s voice rings out through the room: “Y/N, Ellie…” Followed by two other classmates: Dina and Riley. They’re both friends with Ellie, which makes this so much worse. You’re about to be surrounded by people that, some time throughout high school, you have made fun of.

It feels like it’s been years by the time you finally make your way over to Ellie, Dina, and Riley’s table. You drag your feet, refusing to look up from the floor, and once you’ve sat down, refusing to look up from the notebook in front of you. The chattering at the table dies down as soon as you settle into your seat.

“Y/N,” Dina says curtly, addressing your presence with a civil hello.

“Hi,” You mumble. Your usually larger-than-life voice and persona has been diluted to nothing. Is it guilt you feel? No, it can’t be. You are anything but a guilty person filled with regret.

“We’re going over ideas for the topic,” Riley tells you. You finally look up, nodding at her. With a glance around the table, you can tell that Riley is not happy to see you, Dina looks indifferent, not even negative about it, and Ellie?

Ellie’s freckled face has turned bright red.

Not that you’ve noticed she has freckles. Because you have not noticed that.

“What was your idea, Els?” Dina turns her attention to her best friend. “You were saying it a minute ago.” Ellie’s face gets even redder, which makes you almost laugh.

She mumbles something indecipherable under her breath, looking anywhere but at you. Dina giggles at her shyness and holds a hand to her ear, almost mocking Ellie. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.” She says in a sing-songy tone.

Ellie rolls her eyes at Dina. “We could do something like, apocalypse-y, y’know? There could be a sickness, or zombies, or a creepy fungus. That’s a super life changing event, since it’s on a large scale. It could be about a girl, who’s travelling around and…” She trails off, realizing the incredibly stupid rant she just went on.

You smirk and stare at her, leaning back in your seat, all confidence and bravado come back to you. “Oh my god, you’re a nerd. A fungus? That’s-”

Riley cuts you off with a snarl in her voice. “Amazing, Ellie, it’s a really good idea. Kind of a coming-of-age thing, yeah?” She’s smiling at her friend warmly. This wholesome exchange causes a burn to run through your body. You’ve never had a friendship that close, so understanding and true. You’ve never let anyone know you well enough to experience something like it.

“Yeah exactly!” Ellie smiles back, which you take notice of. It’s not a toothy smile, but her lips press together and turn up at the edges. You can tell that it’s genuine. It makes her look-

No! Ellie Williams is not cute, you’re just tired from stressing all of last night and getting no sleep.

“And Y/N, you could be the actor. You’re photogenic enough to be filmed.” Dina adds. Your stomach drops. You don’t want to be filmed being vulnerable and moving through life as an innocent girl in a world of trouble. You’ve done that enough in real life.

“Um, I-” You start, but Riley cuts you off again. Your eyes narrow at her in frustration.

“That’s perfect! What do you say we go to Ellie’s house after school and really get started on stuff? I can bring milkshakes!” She says, filled with enthusiasm. Your stomach drops in terror. Ellie’s house? Today? Being filmed?

Although milkshakes do sound good…

You think for a while as Ellie and Dina agree to the plan for after school. Is it really worth it to put yourself through this? Who knows how long you’ll be at Ellie’s, surrounded by cameras and people who hate you. You could just pretend like you have plans after school, or-

“Y/N?” Dina asks kindly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” You look at her, embarrassingly confused, your cheeks turning pink.

“So, can you come to Ellie’s?” She asks, cocking her head at you.

Without even thinking, you say: “Yes.”

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…heyyy. so i KNOW i already posted a chapter today BUT i’m just so excited about this series. it’s about to get so so exciting next chapter, i’ll probably post it tomorrow.

a few things

PLEASE i need a name for this book, preferably something film related

how slow-burn do you want this to be?

i adore you guys so much!

-blue 🦋

@macaroni676 here’s your tag!!

[pomefioredove]

okay after reading all the goth hc, I gotta ask. how do you think the guys would react (any of them but preferred Floyd and Idia ) to playing them goth music/show them a trad goth outfit/makeup look (suprise them maybe? For example: I hc Leona to just have the least slay music taste to mankind (beastmankind?) so you play him- idk let’s say Lebanon Hanover, and he’s like “wtf is this herbivore?” But then he kinda gets into it. no pressure to write for it btw!

-✨♥️✨

ANON I was literally thinking about making a post like this a few days before this ask... you have my heart. I'm doing a full post

summary: nrc boys and goth type of post: headcanons characters: nrc students additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, half-headcanons half-x reader author's note: I'm assuming that goth as a subculture and a music scene already exists in this world. this post is also mostly about the music scene

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Riddle is essentially a baby bat

he's like, two bad life choices away from going full victorian goth at any given moment

he flat out refuses to listen to anything "vulgar" but secretly adores the dark, poetic side to goth

he's also morbidly obsessed with death, being a sad victorian boy and the child of two doctors. it works

as much as I hate to say it, Ace starts out as the kind of guy to say he wants a "goth gf" on multiple occasions

he proudly announces it to everyone at an unbirthday party once and Riddle almost kills him for being annoying for interrupting

thinks the music is too sad

...but he mellows out eventually (your influence)

both Deuce and Trey are not particularly interested

(Deuce leaned into punk music as a preteen but has since "given it up" because it's too unruly for an aspiring honors student, in his opinion)

Cater inexplicably already knows a lot about goth

won't talk about it unless you bring it up first but if you play him something semi-popular

he'll be like "oh yeah I know that one"

he has a few songs on his playlist he listens to when he's alone

is a goth magnet himself. pulls many hot goths. no one knows how

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Jack is also not really into it. not his thing

however I can see him secretly being into emo

make of that what you will

and Ruggie will never pass you the aux again. he calls it "halloween music"

Leona acts thoroughly uninterested for a long time

like, he'll listen to the music you give him, but doesn't really say whether he likes it or not

says he doesn't care about the scene (thinks it's too pretentious)

and pretends to be annoyed when you give him more song recs

but he gets into it. he starts listening on his own

he has a definite preference for gothic rock

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Jade is already goth (to me at least)

and very eager to talk about his favorite bands

loves giving recommendations

apparently the coral sea has its own goth subgenres and bands, which sound... much different from land ones

Floyd will listen (has listened, thanks to his brother) but he doesn't particularly care

he much prefers the aesthetic, it reminds him of home

...being that he's from the deep sea, where it's dark and cold

the flowy, dark, elegant looks are just enchanting to him. he can't keep his eyes off it

Azul couldn't be bothered

he's willing to learn, but isn't a huge fan of the general... strangeness

(he doesn't really understand why anyone would want to be perceived as strange in the first place)

and the music is so unmelodic to him

"that was just a man moaning and a gate creaking for seven minutes" and then he bans you from his office

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Kalim literally listens to goth already

I don't know how to explain it but I know he does

it's so funny because he never ever dresses goth or acts stereotypically goth but every once in a while he'll be like "who wants to hear my new favorite song? :D" and it's like, alien sex fiend. and no one can say anything about it

Jamil is an appreciator

depending on what you show him, he could really get into the lyricism and general mood

...if only because he finds goth dancing absolutely mesmerizing

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Rook is goth

he only dresses the part sometimes, but he's always been very passionate about the poetic elements of the music

...really into french coldwave

in terms of fashion he leans romantic goth

it just makes sense to me. he could find beauty in absolutely anything, and the dark and macabre are no exception

will talk your ear off about his favorite bands if you give him the chance

Vil is really more into the style than the music

he's dabbled in a little bit of everything; trad goth, romantic goth, medieval goth. he pulls all of it off

honestly, if anything, the gothic style compliments his features and tastes more than anything

he has such a respect for the subculture and the dedication that goes into the visual elements

Epel doesn't get it. sorry 😔

he will listen to the music you recommend because he cares about you, but he just doesn't like it

he's in the same boat as Azul. "was that a slide whistle?"

absolutely baffled, but he likes you and it's a small price to pay for your happiness

(and he thinks the fashion is too androgynous for his tastes)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

I feel like Idia also used to think he wanted a goth until he saw the e-girl vs goth discourse, freaked out, then spent two weeks reading about different subcultures

...still wants a goth partner

but now he actually knows what that means

will listen to any music you give him out of respect (fear) and won't say anything about whatever weird taxidermy-related hobby you have

he's surrounded by death all the time anyway who cares

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

you could get Silver to listen to the cure's entire discography and he'd come out of it really enjoying just like heaven and nothing else

it's just... not for him

(plus the slower songs put him to sleep)

Malleus somehow hasn't even heard of goth as a genre when you approach him

he is. a little disappointed it's not music about the architecture style

but he still warms up to it, especially as someone who enjoys finding the beauty in the dark and misunderstood

you can fix him. you can goth him.

Sebek joins only after everyone in Diasomnia gets in on it with you (he doesn't like being left out)

he loves it because silver doesn't and malleus does

peepaw Lilia is an old goth

he was around when the music scene started, and he also remembers the literature movement it was named after, and the popular architecture style that was named after, and...

...you get it

still, he's always pleased to learn about new bands and subgenres and styles and the like

could and will talk about it for hours and hours with you

he dresses the part, too

we love him

[sturnpov]

introducing .. teenage dirtbag!matt

idk if this needs a warning but weed?? uhm also this is my first time writing drabbles so i hope you enjoy. (loosely) inspired by the emo!matt (@colorthecosmos444) agenda i saw @pearlzier spreading on my feed lol

matthew – 21. boston, usa.

nu metal enjoyer. plays drums + guitar. stoner. dropped out of uni. late night drives. former band kid. lowkey a stars wars nerd. introverted. skateboarder. owns a camcorder.

teenage dirtbag!matt who always complains to you that he has heel bite but won’t stop wearing baggy jeans (despite that being the logical solution??)

“baby! there’s another hole in my jeans!” matt calls out from inside your shared bedroom, you simply sighed and rolled your eyes in response. it was the same complaint almost everyday, but matt never wanted to hear it. although, you didn’t hate the baggy jeans on him.

teenage dirtbag!matt who takes you to a skatepark one night in the hopes of teaching you to skate

it was cold. absolutely freezing cold, yet matt had managed to convince you to come to a random skatepark with him to learn how to skate. you were standing on matt’s skateboard, your hands gripped firmly onto his shoulders for support as he starts to slowly walk you. “you’re doing really good, m’proud of you baby!”

teenage dirtbag!matt who burns a cd for you (it’s the most romantic thing he’s ever done tbh)

it had been what? three hours since he had started this project and he locked himself in his room to do it, his computer was filled with all your favorite songs (plus songs that reminded him of you) and he was currently burning them onto a cd.

teenage dirtbag!matt who loves recording you with his camcorder

“you’re so pretty, baby,” matt murmurs, his voice surprisingly soft as his arm snakes its way around your waist. it wasn’t until you tilted your head in an attempt to meet his gaze that you noticed the camcorder—the very one that matt had been obsessed with since chris bought it for him— that was in his other hand, positioned right next to your face. in actuality, he just liked the domesticity of living with you and loved the idea of being able to document his life with you.

teenage dirtbag!matt who learns songs on his guitar so he can impress you

matt sat on the couch, guitar in hand, fingers awkward on the strings. his gaze flickered to you, curled up in the corner of the room. “i thought you might like this,” he muttered, tuning the strings one last time before starting to play a familiar song. the song you had been playing a lot recently, he had taken the time to learn it just for you.

teenage dirtbag!matt who always has to start his day with a blunt like this man is a major stoner to me #sorrynotsorry

the early morning light filtered through the curtains as matt sat on the edge of the bed, lighter flicking in his hand. you groggily opened your eyes to see him taking a slow drag, his messy hair tousled from sleep. “thought you might want some company,” he mumbled, passing the joint to you. you took it with a sleepy smile, the calm of the morning settling around you both.

[monarchberrysblog]

Thinking about emo boy! miguel…

(18+ for suggestive content)

(yes we are doing this and walk with me)

Happy belated birthday to @bluesidez & @opaloharas 🥺 I hope y'all are happy and healthy 🩷 take this mini-imagine as my gift to you.

His hand reaches out to the right side of the bed, and the plush of your thigh greets the pad of his fingers and palm. He rubs your thigh lovingly before giving it a couple of light spanks to pull you away from your deep slumber. “C’mon, my little fallen angel, time to get up…” You only groan in response and tug his bedsheets upwards over your head. “Five more minutes…”

The bedroom is a place known all too well. It's filled with worn band posters that have seen many years, his collection of chunky belts hanging from the desk chair, and an excessive number of colorful bracelets acquired from raves adorning his dresser.

The dark fabrics of his comforter radiated the smell of laundry detergent and strawberries from your lotion and perfumes. The smell marinated into the bedsheets from your frequent sleepovers at Miguel’s, to the point the smell couldn't sweat out or wash out. Not that he minds or anything.

“No, five minutes. You need to get up.” He enables, yanking the bed sheet downwards. The reveal of your unmatched underwear and bra greeted him, but he disregarded the sight immediately when he saw your wandering hand.

You half-assed reach for the now-gone bed sheet but curl up instead. “Don't make me drag you out.” He sighs as he sees you embrace his flimsy pillow that barely has any stuffing. “If you get up, I’ll get you a Monster.” He cooes, ready to poke the sleeping bear.

“Five more minutes…” You repeat once more and adjust yourself against the mattress.

“Ángel, por favor.” He stops when your hardening gaze burns into his ego.

“Take a nap for an hour or two.” He choked and leaps off the bed. You huff a grumble and snuggle into the dark comforters and bedsheets.

The collection of old My Chemical Romance and Panic! at the Disco shirts from previous concerts became part of your wardrobe whenever you had the chance to sleepover.

The worn-out shirts became an immediate favorite, to the point that you would see people out and about with these washed-out band logos, accessorized with cute shorts or leggings.

But for Miguel? He adored the sight of you wearing those comically oversized shirts as you whipped up scrambled eggs and bacon in the early hours of the day. Your typically clean hair was now pulled back, framing your face in a new way. Your large glasses perched at the top of your nose, occasionally slipping down. You'd always scrunch up your nose in the most adorable manner just to nudge them back into position.

But your collection of panties was instantly memorized by Miguel, knowing the color, pattern, or texture.

Most of the time, the black lacy panties you fancied were always on the kitchen floor, forgotten about until it was time for laundry day that same evening.

Something smol for my lovely followers 🙂‍↕️🩷

[belovedenzo]

punk! enzo headcanons

various punk! lorenzo berkshire headcanons. my own au! enzo berk but make it alt

warnings; drug and alcohol mentions, cussing, suggestive topics, some angst

words; 1.4k

notes; this has been living in my mind for so long, expect way more from this because I love it- he's my ride or die fr. requests for him are open

Lorenzo Berkshire is known as one of the worst trouble makers in town- notorious really

Some people know him for his major attitude and desire for anarchy, but others know him solely for how he dresses and how it makes him stand out like a sore thumb

Everybody calls him Enzo- it just fits him better

He can be found mostly skipping class, smoking cigarette’s in the football field or hanging out with his best friend’s Mattheo and Theo…

Most people feel intimated by him and they really shouldn’t- however he does use that to his advantage

Any jock to come his way and try their hand at making a fool of him has ended up with an ass beating, Enzo and his friends don’t play like that

With that being said, he does appreciate the nerds and quiet kids that camp out in the opposite corner of the library of him at lunch…

His only real interest at school is to get the fuck out, he absolutely hates it there and soon he will be… that is if he even graduates 

Enzo has a long list of detentions that he is avoiding to this day

The staff really view him as a long cause at this point

He also tends to pretty much never turn in assignments or pay attention, it’s a miracle he’s made it this far 

As much as he plays dumb, that’s just not true- all he has is a great deal of adhd and boredom…

Outside of school he enjoys skating, metal music and smoking with the boys 

They attempted to start a band but never complete a song without arguing 

On the weekends they hang out at the skate park and sell weed to the kids in younger grades

If they think they can get away with it, they’ll sell the kid some of their fake stash- and yes they always get away with it

Enzo is probably the most talented skater at the park with the least amount of practice, it came to him naturally (Mattheo thinks this is so annoying)

Sometimes they even adventure to abandoned places- creepy and desolate structures in the middle of the night. There’s an abandoned orphanage they go to regularly and still haven’t gotten caught (there has been close calls)...

His music taste is actually pretty emo; pierce the veil being his favorite band

Over all, music is one of his biggest passions; the bass being his go to instrument to play

Draco has taught him some guitar but it’s just ‘not his thing, it’s Draco’s’

By now he’s tried out a little bit of every genre on all of their instruments and he kinda nails eery single one 

Mattheo loves and supports him but can’t stand Enzo’s ability to be good at absolutely everything…

On the inside Enzo tends to feel alone but hides it well with his sardonic humor and rough personality 

He likes to act colder than he is at heart and by nature. With his friends he goes pretty soft and cares for those he loves

No matter what- he will always stand by and defend his boys. Fiercely loyal and cares way more for them than he does for himself...

When they go out to house parties on the weekend- the only true reason is to steal the hosts’ alcohol and leave

If they get caught, Mattheo is sure to get into a fight and Theo has to stop Enzo from joining in and making it worse. One of these days he’s going to get them in major trouble

Can become loud and obnoxious (Theo hates loud drunk Enzo)

Smokes a ton of cigarettes- but not like Mattheo does. Enzo swears he can ‘quit when ever he wants to’

He may smoke less cigarettes and weed than the rest of his group but he loves to drink alcohol. He can out drink any of them

Though he has a good tolerance… he tends to act a fool and put them in messy situations when he’s drunk. Loves spray paint things he shouldn’t after a few chugs of fire whiskey…

If he it isn’t fear or annoyance- it’s a crush. So many girls have the hots for Enzo because he’s a ‘bad boy’

In fact, boyfriends all over his town hate him for it. He steals girls as play things from just about anyone if she’s hot enough

A relationship isn’t something he sees himself in, but girls can be fun to toy with. He’s the worst player out of all his friends and they applaud him for it

Acts tough but could totally get his heart broken by a mysterious alt gf

Even if he did catch feelings- would he really admit it tho? (probably not-)…

If he was to fall in love, he would be a real rocky ride as a boyfriend (toxic!)

Sometimes he’d be sweet and willing to share his feelings- but when he does shut down it’s not pretty 

Becomes extremely dismissive and distant until what ever he’s dealing with is over and will not talk about it

Likes to steal her favorite books from the local book store as a gift to say I’m sorry

Writes her name on his cigarettes before smoking them when he misses her

Thinks about her while he listens to music alone- and then shows her those songs 

Extremely protective and jealous, possessive even...

Has a sort of pessimistic attitude towards the world and struggles with anxiety

Big dreamer- Enzo has all kinds of hopes and dreams of being a famous musician and getting out of his town but he’s afraid that will never happen

Definitely had a traumatic childhood that he doesn’t talk about often but it haunts him all the time- major character lore

The boys kinda worry about him and have watched him spiral with drugs and alcohol many times. They know him well and are probably the only ones he tells his past to(they take good care of him dw)…

In his alone time he reads poetry and writes his own. Most of it is angst but some of it is actually quite beautiful 

Can draw but swears up and down that it’s terrible. His style is super unique and edgy- loves drawing skulls and hot lady fairies

Sits on his floor and listens to his favorite albums in his CD player when none of the boys want to hang after classes (has a super impressive collection of CD’s too)…

Spikes his hair most of the time but sometimes leaves it shaggy, depending on how much he cares about his appearance that day 

Lots of jackets, a real jacket slut. Leather (cheap leather), denim, oversized cotton- as long as their black or grey

Band tee’s- in the summer he cuts off the sleeves and makes them into shitty tank tops 

I swear the same pair of jeans every day 

Likes to wear mostly black, white, grey and sometimes navy 

Earrings- hoops and spikes being his go-to’s

Wants a nose ring

Lots of silver chunky jewelry when he remembers to grab it off his night stand… or if he can find it (after a few too many drunk nights he never knows where his jewelry is)

Would wear some guy liner, maybe even some eyeshadow for the right occasion…

Some of the things he hates most in this world are conformity and pricks

Anyone who picks on the little guy is the worst kind of person in his eyes 

Never follows with the crowd and likes being different than everyone else

No body ever seems to understand him and how he sees the world, especially his family

His way or the high way- very competitive and firm with his opinions. Likes to debate and has gotten to fights over his strong opposition...

being with punk! enzo feels like… ♫

southern constitutions by pierce the veil

scotty doesn’t know by lustra

empty sighs and wine by Isles & glaciers

saying sorry by hawthorne heights

killing a classic by drop dead, gorgeous

reinventing your exit by underoath

letters to you by finch

defend you by silverstein

today I saw the whole world by pierce the veil

knife prty by deftones

luv, spell

taglist; @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @shyamanuensis @obsessedwithceleste @riddlesbunny @enzosbabyangel @dearmisshoney @nottslove @pizzaapeteer @nemesyaaa @eternalbuckley @hayleygrrr @nottsluvv @ur-local-wizard @juliet-017 @viperify if u want to be added or removed lmk plz

[wandering-pirate]

Headcanons on each of the crew members' music taste

(cause I've got nothing else to do during vacation, ig)

Capt. Curly

The Captain and his Wham!, A-ha and Westlife obsessions

Rooted from his childhood and teenage years idolizing his older brothers (and also him being a hopeless romantic)

Still not December nor winter, but has Last Christmas on a constant loop

Was forced to have earbuds on the Tulpar due to Jimmy's I-can't-take-all-those-lovey-dovey-lyrics, are-those-even-real-songs complaints

Definitely knows all the lyrics of his favorite bands' songs (he insists that a true fan must not only know the top hits, but also the more obscure songs... whatever he means by that)

Mechanic Swansea

You ain't gonna deny this gruff man's love for country songs

Definitely a fan of ACDC and Guns 'n Roses back in 'his golden days'

The older he got, the more he appreciated the Carpenters and Air Supply. Secretly memorized half of the bands' top hits.

Always playing slow country songs after their dinner date with his wife and slowdancing her (yeah, he a gentleman like that, unlike others *side eyeing u Jimboy*)

Co-pilot Jimmy

The type to always play Metallica, KISS, and Nirvana on speakers at max volume to cover up his one true music taste: emo--

Secretly has a playlist of My Chemical Romance and Backstreet Boys... and dozens of albums

Curly once heard Jimmy singing I Want it That Way in the showers. Ended with constant denial from the latter

"Come on Jimmy, there's nothing ba--"

"IT'S POPULAR ALRIGHT!? WAS JUST STUCK TO MY HEAD!"

"Tell me why! Ain't not--"

"DAISUKE, GET THE FU--"

Intern Daisuke

When I say Pop music, I mean it

Whatever's trending and whoever the artist is, leave it up to him to make the crew suffer

"APT, APT~ APT, APT~ AP--"

"ONE MORE OF THAT ALIEN WORDS OF YOURS, BOY!"

Definitely suffers from last song syndrome

Definitely responsible for the Tulpar being full of 'No singing the same line for more than three times' signs

Introduced Anya to Japanese City pop songs, took pride after she loved them

Nurse Anya

Baby girl's got solid music taste

You can tell her current mood with whatever she's currently listening

Loves 70s and 80s soft rock bands, like the Beatles and Eagles, all by her uncle and dad's addiction to them

Influenced Daisuke's love for Queen, definitely contributed to his severe LSD of 'We Will Rock You and Don't Stop Me Now'

Hid from a raging Swansea for a week after that

Also listens to Aurora, Laufey and Imogen Heap whenever she wants an earbreak from a full-on band (told you. SOLID TASTE.)

Always switching between the two ends of the spectrum. No in-betweens

[lily-bisque]

៹ ummm there is a fanart that literally sparked this fic and you can find that here. i love emotional grunge basketball player stoner sugu. another repost! wc: 10.3k

his wired headphones dangled over the slopes of his ears, the same ears adorned with piercings ranging from his industrials, tragus, daith, orbital, and the fan-favorite, gauges. the muted hum from the buds played his favorite warm-up tune, a little bit harder now by she wants revenge.

a little weird to see the star player of the tokyo prefecture universities’ basketball team being a punk, indie, self-proclaimed tragic 20-year-old man. indulging in his oddball, societally paradoxical fantasies of being in a modern, grunge rock band whilst being a d1 athlete like an emo and indecisive troy bolton died out when he realized that he simply didn’t have the time to indulge in both.

at least, not until basketball season let up.

running his fingers through his raven tresses, he tied them up with a black band and let a few strands loose to frame his face. he was clad in his blue jersey and shorts, shutting his locker and making his way out of the changing room.

“took you long enough. what, were you jerking off in there?” his white haired best friend joked, tossing an arm loosely over his shoulder.

“satoru. can i have about 5 minutes of peace before you ruin my day?”

gojo raised his arms in mock defense before shuffling onto the basketball court.

“geto,” couch yaga bellowed, crossing his arms and bearing down his hardened stare. “glad to see you could finally join us. 10 extra laps after practice.”

the man in question simply laughed like it was another day, nodding his head and hurrying into pace beside his team that was currently dribbling their rounds around the court. it was their sunday morning scrimmage before their big game on monday night, determining whether or not they’d be going to nationals upon the final score.

they’d been doing an impressive job so far this season, going continuously undefeated against every single team they’ve come up against. and knowing kyoto national college’s reputation, along with their streak last year, he did not doubt that they had this game secured.

gojo passed him the ball, to which he pivoted around their newest recruit, haibara, and landed a lay-up.

“sweet!” the younger boy exclaimed, pumping his fists and reaching his hand out to geto for a high five. he released a low chuckle in response, slapping his palm against haibara’s and ruffling his hair.

“you know, you’re not supposed to cheer for the other team.”

“yeah, i know,” he pouted, opposing his inside-out jersey and dribbling around geto.

“the guys’ seriously obsessed with you,” that mischievous voice whispered in geto’s ear.

“ah, leave him be, satoru. i’m just glad he made it on the team.”

he simply shrugged, passing geto the ball and getting into position. “one on one before yaga gets on our ass?”

a smirk found its way upon geto’s lip before he dribbled the ball and shoved it towards gojo. “teams gonna make us take this outside.”

“what, you scared?” gojo teased, tossing the ball back.

geto dribbled the ball between his bent knees, feeling his hair nearly coming loose from his swift movements. his eyes tracked his friend’s body, anticipating his next move.

gojo had always excelled in offense, making sense that he would be the point guard. yet, what he seemed to lack was his defensive techniques. geto saw an opening and he sure as hell was going to take it.

dribbling the ball behind his back, he paced his way towards gojo, who was ready to steal, before geto pivoted but faked it, sending gojo tripping over his foot and landing a dunk.

geto laughed at his friend, who was rubbing his bottom on the ground with a pout on his face, before extending his hand and helping him to his feet. “man, you really gotta work on your defense,” he said between huffs.

before gojo could respond, a shaky voice called out. “hey! you dropped this.”

geto turned to look over his shoulder to see a girl, water bottles, and something small and black in her hand, hurrying over to him.

you stopped right before him and held your palm out to him. he furrowed his eyebrows, then turned his gaze downwards to see a black hair tie in your hand. lifting his hand to his hair, he realized it had spilled out of its style and onto his shoulders.

what also didn’t go unnoticed to him was your slightly trembling hand. taking the hair tie from your hand, he gave you his signature smile. “thanks, i had no idea it came undone. rest of practice would’ve been hell without it.”

your head was downcast, not making eye contact with him, before you bowed while muttering something and hurried back to the sidelines. there was a water station set up that you were manning, where the teammates was going to and from to get a drink.

he cocked his head to the side, watching you work in a hurry to serve his teammates when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “she finally made a move.”

nanami, the team captain, was watching you with a slight curl of his lips.

“what’re you talking about?”

“and i thought i was oblivious,” gojo remarked, crossing his arms and eyeing you as well. you seemed to be in an effective flow of filling and handing out cups, yet the frantic look on your face didn’t go unnoticed, unaware of the three guys watching you.

“is she a new addition to the managing crew?”

nanami scoffed, smacking geto upside the head. “she’s been the water girl for months now. you seriously haven’t noticed her?”

geto felt a pang of embarrassment, shaking his head and eyeing his water bottle sitting idly against the bleachers. “well, no. i bring my own water.”

“yeah. we know,” gojo and nanami said in unison, rolling their eyes.

what was their problem?

—

you felt your heart practically slamming against your ribs, bruising from your very first interaction with suguru geto.

the irrefutable mvp of your university’s basketball team. two years ago, during your freshman tour, you were able to witness the star athlete prodigy’s first game of the year during his freshman year. he’d scored 87 points all on his own and ridiculed not only the other team, but some of his upperclassmen.

sitting in the bleachers with your friends, your eyes were drawn to his every move. every flex of his tan, bulging biceps, every curl of his dexterous digits around the basketball, every shuffle of his large legs, you’d practically drooled over.

it was like fucking eye-candy. you were adamant on applying and getting into this school for the sole purpose of walking past him in the halls and catching a glimpse of him. you knew he was far out of your league, one of the most popular guys on campus, and you were an utter girl failure, nobody.

it’s definitely the confidence speaking, but that’s for later. yeah, you were smart and got along just fine in your classes. but nothing about you stood out to him, or so you thought. it was a hell of a lot easier to interact with (replace with: stalk) geto since you were both education majors. through the grapevine, you’d heard he was looking to be a basketball coach so that once he graduated, he could join the national basketball team since he had the marks, and if need be, due to an unforeseen circumstance like an injury, he’d have his licensing to fall back on.

you, on the other hand, were pursuing an english education license. writing had always come easily to you, along with sticking your nose in whatever book you found. you’d sworn that you’d foster a group of students to flock to your fan fiction websites and create their own content once you were a professional.

besides the point, though, because right now, your fingers were cramping up after pouring small cups of water for the 20+ grown men since coach yaga decided to invite the junior varsity team to the scrimmage. and being only one water girl providing plastic cups that held around 200 ml of water that they’d down in one gulp, you were quite outnumbered.

sweat managed to bead on your forehead, probably because this was the most you’d physically exerted yourself in a while due to your sedentary lifestyle, and you felt your fingers going numb. damn carpal tunnel.

“hey, need help?”

you could recognize that voice from a mile away, with headphones, during a rainstorm. despite your wanting to be at least somewhat composed, your body betrayed you in every aspect as you jumped with a yelp. and what was worse was that you didn’t even look up at him. you fixed your eyes on the cups as you stilled completely, your brain and mouth giving up on you.

suguru geto was talking to you.

“uh, you alright?”

you nodded quickly, grabbing the pitcher with ice and attempting to pour it into a plastic cup, but failing miserably as the freezing water sloshed all over your hand.

“woah, easy there. hold on,” he said, jogging from your side and heading to the bleachers while you unsuccessfully tried to make an effort to slow your heart that was threatening to explode.

“here, use this,” he said, handing you a cotton towel. you held it, eyes fixed on the embroidery of his name and the crest of your university.

glancing up, you met those gorgeously beautiful plum irises, ones you’d only seen through snapshots that the school provided on their sports website and his instagram, an account you’d gotten embarrassingly familiar with despite not having the guts to hit the follow button.

his skin was even clearer up close, freckles dotting his tan cheeks. you had to make a few notes of his features that you’d bookmark for later—the slight arch of his nose, the sharp edge of his jawline, the plush lips you wanted to trace with your fingers-.

“oh, uh, don’t worry. it’s not used,” he said, and you furrowed your eyebrows. he must be assuming that you were grossed out by the possibility of it being used, but that would honestly be even better. “you can keep it, i’ve got a spare in my-.”

“no!” you squeaked, and the suddenness surprised both of you, along with his teammates who were drilling. shaking your head, you cleared your throat and rattled your brain for a response despite the ice running through your veins. “i’m fine, really. you can go back to-.”

“what’s your name?” he interrupted, cocking his head as his eyes scanned you.

there’s no fucking way that the suguru geto was asking for your name. are you dreaming?

your name trickled from your lips, and he nodded, mulling it over. and then, he breathed your name a few times, as if he were savoring the taste of it on his tongue. by now, you were so tense that your shoulders were hiked up so far they were nearly touching your lobules.

“pretty,” he whispered, orbs scanning your figure before he leaned forward. you shut your eyes, completely straightening out in fear and wondering why on earth he was getting this close. was he…”

“relax,” he chuckled, low and husky. your eyes snapped open to see him leaning past you to grab a few plastic cups and lining them up. he lifted the pitcher and began pouring water into them seamlessly. “i’m not gonna bite.”

you froze, wanting to slap yourself multiple times for being so embarrassing, and let out a nervous laugh that went on a little too long to earn a sideways glance from geto, to which you clamped your mouth shut at.

“you always like this?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if you should be offended.

come on. get it together. you’re making yourself look nuts in front of him!

“only around black-haired basketball players who are power forwards.”

woah. there’s no way your brain came up with that. are you really flirting with suguru geto???

an eyebrow of his cocked, the corner of his lip twitching before curling upwards. “is that so? and what makes me so special?”

you looked up from the plastic covering over the napkins you were attempting to rip open and pathetically failing at to match his gaze. your breath hitched, and your newfound sense of confidence was lost to the wind.

you might have imagined it, but for a split second, you swore you saw his eyes dart down to your lips before making eye contact.

“make that 30 laps,” coach yaga yelled from the opposite side of the court, and it broke whatever staring contest you were holding with geto.

he cleared his throat and began stepping away. “i’ll, uh… i’m gonna head back. try not to spill any more water,” he teased, sending a charming grin your way that had butterflies dancing in your gut.

you don’t even remember how the rest of the scrimmage went. you were hyper-focused on serving the drinks until nanami approached you, tapping you out.

“hey. everyone’s headed home for the day. you okay?”

“huh?” you looked up, the blonde seeing your frantic state and nearly laughing at you, but he held it in as your new close friend. the two of you sat next to each other in econ last semester, and when you’d gotten the results for your first exam, he’d promised to help you pass with the sole requirement of you helping him land a date with haibara, your friend from high school. of course, you accepted it extremely quickly, and the two of you hit it off pretty quickly.

“want us to stay back and help clean up?” nanami asked, cocking his head over at haibara who was rounding up the last of the basketballs.

“oh! jesus, nanami. i’m so out of it today. and no, i’m all good. you guys can get going.”

nanami nodded, ruffling your hair with a kind smile, before heading out with his boyfriend, who waved you goodbye.

the entire team shuffled out, and you collected all the discarded plastic cups into a large plastic bag. your phone was resting on the folding table, playing the newest release of your favorite shoegaze band.

“is that wisp i’m hearing?” a familiar huffed out breath called, and you braced yourself before turning around.

there he stood in all his post-scrimmage, afterglow beauty. he changed into a hoodie and sweats, lifting his water bottle to his lips and taking a few deep gulps, water dribbling down his chin.

it took everything in you to be completely normal about this.

“uh, yeah. this is their newest release sw-”

“sword.”

he finished the sentence for you, and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart skipped a beat. “i didn’t know you listened to them.”

he furrowed his eyebrows and made his way to you slowly. “since when do you know anything about me?” his tone was light but the genuine concern in his lilt didn’t go unnoticed.

fuck. how do you explain that you went on a deep dive to find his spotify?

“uh…” you froze, feeling your body tremble slightly as he stopped right before you, his height looming over you. he smelled so good right now, musky and sweat-ridden, laced with his signature cologne you’d sniffed in passing on more than one occasion. “i don’t. you just don’t seem like you’d listen to them…” you trailed off, your voice losing not only confidence, but volume.

geto turned his head downwards, scanning his dark outfit as he was clad in all black, then met your gaze again. “you’re not very good at reading people, are you? i am literally their target demographic,” he chuckled, pointing out his hair and piercings.

an awkward smile made its way to your face as you continued picking things up around you, still very nervous in his presence.

he must have caught on, grabbing a few pieces of trash to help you dispose of while the quiet hung between the two of you.

“so,” you said, after mustering up some courage. “why’re you here?”

tossing his head back, he let out an exasperated sigh as his shoulders dropped a bit. “coach yaga’s been on my ass. says i’ve been too lax during practice. the guy thinks i’m getting too comfortable.”

“well, are you?” it felt a little weird to be talking to be on such casual speaking terms, but you brushed the thought away.he didn’t respond for a few beats, and you worried you’d ventured too far before he exhaled. “honestly, yeah. part of me has been struggling with, like, the meaning of it all. everything’s been feeling quite useless these days.”

you eyed him for a moment, allowing him the space to continue before his eyes widened and he shook his head. “fuck. sorry, didn’t mean to unload all of that out of nowhere. don’t feel compelled to sympathize or anything-.”

“i get it,” you whispered, pulling your plastic cleaning gloves off and tossing them into the bag. “don’t know if it was like… an early, existential crisis of mine, but i often turned quite nihilistic.”

geto absorbed every word you gave him as you paced over to the folding table to clear it of the pitcher.

“i think you just gotta make your own meaning. you can’t dwell in that depression, or else it’ll consume you. finding your people and finding your place…” you trailed off, fixing your gaze before you. “that’s where you’ll find all the meaning you need.”

as you entered college, you had a difficult time finding your routine and fell into a dark descent. schoolwork was overwhelming, living away from home felt isolating, and everything felt purposeless.

but it wasn’t until you’d met some friends who made you shine with every interaction, and a major that genuinely spoke to you, that things began to get better.

peeking up at geto, he seemed to be a painting in time, marveling at you in all of his beauty. neither of you knew it, but the two of you shared something right now you hadn’t shared with anyone before.

“agh,” you chuckled, waving your hands and dismissing the tension. “that’s just my thought process, really.”

you continued picking up the last of the scraps and tossed the bag off into the large trash can on the side of the gymnasium, dusting off your hands.

“alright, there we go,” you said, picking your things up and preparing to head out.

“hey, i know we just met today and all, but… would you like to come to my party tonight?”

you felt your body stiffen, unsure if you heard him right. “sorry, w-what?”

“it’s just this stupid get-together we’re having at chi pi. or sigma nu. i don’t remember. uh, i’d totally get it if you had plans, though. this is such a last minute invitation…” he trailed off, rubbing his nape and looking off to the side with a genuine but awkward smile.

to be quite honest, you do not know what possessed you in that moment to accept such an invitation. “i’ll be there.”

turning back to meet your gaze, he flashed you a heartfelt grin. “really? great, i can…” he patted his pockets and felt around until he pulled out his phone. “here, put your number in.”

again, you had no idea what possessed you to agree to this. with trembling hands, you nodded and tapped your digits into his device as nonchalantly as possible before handing it back. your phone number was now in suguru geto’s phone. don’t panic.

“alright then. i’ll see you tonight,” he grinned, before jogging off to run his laps.

—

you don’t even remember your walk back to your dorm room, replaying every moment in the past hour. the flutter in your heart was unrelenting, images of his smile, wafts of his scent, all of it flashing in your mind to remind you that it really did happen.

not to mention, you had physical proof that it all happened.

sitting on your knees, you bent over your bed and gently laid the blue cotton towel onto your comforter and stared at it, gently tracing your finger against the embroidery.

it had his name stitched in white thread along with his jersey number, #3. clutching it in your fist, you brought it up to your nose and took a whiff.

it had an earthy scent, some chlorine undertones as if he just washed it with some bleach detergent. or had he brought it swimming?

was this creepy? oh, definitely. but that wasn’t stopping you in the privacy of your dorm.

“what’re you doing?”

you jumped, flinching at the sound of a voice behind you.

nanami stood at your doorway, holding the knob to the door you left unlocked, haibara peeking over his shoulder.

scrambling to your feet, you shoved the towel underneath your bed and clamped your hands behind your back.

nanami and haibara exchanged a look before stepping in. “geto says you’re coming to the party tonight!” the bowl-cut-haired boy exclaimed, hopping into your room with a skip. you let out an exhale of relief that didn’t go unnoticed by nanami, silently eyeing the small lump of fabric on your bed.

“uh, yeah. i’ll be there, but… how many people are coming?”

nanami leaned against your door frame whilst his boyfriend plopped into your desk chair. “dunno. just some of the basketball team and a couple of friends. shouldn’t be anything too crazy,” haibara shrugged, busying himself with a stack of post-it notes and flipping through them.

so this wasn’t one of their large-scale parties? you weren’t quite sure how to feel about this now, seeing as you didn’t have many mutual friends in that crowd. sure, you knew nanami, haibara, and you worked on a couple of projects together with gojo, but that was really it.

nanami must’ve caught on to your worries, seeing as he elbowed his boyfriend to stop rambling on the topic of their new friend circle gossip. “haiba, babe. shut up.”

haibara pouted and crossed his arms, spinning in his chair until he caught onto the blonde’s glare and rose to his feet, clamping his mouth shut.

tossing you an empathetic glare, nanami pushed off the door frame and beckoned haibara with a throw of his head. “c’mon. we’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

after they made their way out, you immediately got to work.

geto’s friend group was pretty close-knit, and in all honesty, you’d wanted to be closer to a lot of them for quite some time now. your confidence and social skills may have deterred you in the past, but you weren’t going to let your opportunity go down the drain.

it took you quite some time to complete your everything shower routine, blasting your music whilst you scrubbed yourself to attempt to rid yourself of your nerves, and you’d left the steaming bathroom slightly nauseous and lightheaded. you slathered lotion all over your body, fixed your hair up, put on some light makeup, and draped your bedroom in nearly half of your wardrobe, thus you’d felt a hell of a lot more prepared.

you checked your phone for the time.

5 hours ago.

had time really flown by that quickly? not to mention, in the chaos of it all, you’d managed to miss a text. no, not just any text.

a text from an unknown number.

you felt your heart rate pick up, knowing who you were expecting a message from, a hiccup escaping your lips as your eyes widened so far they nearly touched your forehead.

mentally preparing yourself, you paced around your room, biting your lip. it’s just a text. open it.

pressing on the notification, your eyes darted to drink in the letters on your screen.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey, it’s suguru geto from earlier on the court. looks like the party’s gonna be at sigma nu tonight. i really hope to see you there.

your fingers twitched as you read over the text nearly 20 times, feeling like the world around you had gone completely still. he… hopes to see you tonight?

deep breaths. don’t scream. don’t scream. don’t-

the loudest squeal left your lips that your floor mates definitely heard, frantically slipping around your dorm room and sliding into your shoes.

reaching for your purse and tossing it on your shoulder, you hurried out and realized that the party started about 15 minutes ago.

good. you don’t wanna be the first person there, right?

what you hadn’t realized was that sigma nu was on the exact opposite side of campus, nearly a 20-minute walk, and you didn’t want to spend money on an uber.

so you walked. clasping your hands around the leather strap of your bag, fingers tapping excitedly against it. the walk gave you plenty of time to think over everything that’d been buzzing in your mind since you left the court.

it also gave you enough time to get incredibly nervous.

what if you were awkward? what if you made a fool of yourself and geto no longer thought you were this mysterious water girl at his practice? why had he finally noticed you today? what if all of your smooth commentary from earlier was just some beginner’s luck at flirtation?

you’d never been one to throw yourself to the current—entirely comfortable in the hermit shell you’d created. however, this isolation had made it possible that you’d never had your first real anything besides the awkward peck in the 6th grade from your classmate.

maybe you should just turn back now. you’d never hung out with this crowd before, and you could very well be the only fresh face in the room today.

fuck. this was a bad idea. maybe your mysteriousness was a good run while it lasted, and you were setting yourself up for failure.

again, it’s the low self-esteem talking.

and through all of your self-doubt and hyper-anxious thoughts, you found yourself standing in the yard of sigma nu’s frat house.

there didn’t seem to be a rager tonight. no drunken bodies spilling from the doorway, no loud music thrumming through the night street, no neon yard decorations to catch your eye.

this was probably a pretty small get-together.

and you had time to escape now. nodding to yourself in acceptance of your girl loser ship, resigned to your nature of being a girl failure, you turned on your heel preparing to slink away, before you ran into a solid chest.

glass clinking against each other resonated in your ears as you looked up to see shades peering down at you.

“gojo?”

tilting his head, he studied who just ran full throttle into him down the bridge of his nose before a small smile crept upon his lips, breathing your name in recognition. “where you goin’ in such a hurry?”

your eyes widened, scanning the street around to see if he’d been with anyone else, but he seemed to be alone. he was holding a few beer carriers in each hand, probably on drink duty. “n-nowhere… i uh… left my phone-“

“the phone in your bag?” he questioned, calling bullshit immediately and jutting his chin at your purse that wasn’t zipped completely shut.

you cringed, slapping your clutch and mentally wishing you were slapping yourself for your idiocy. “wow! thank you so much, i had been looking everywhere for it,” you exclaimed quickly, though you didn’t sound all too convincing.

“uh-huh,” he nodded, picking up his stride towards the door. your feet remained planted in place, watching him head to the stone steps, praying that he’d enter without a word like he hadn’t seen you try to escape, but of course, luck was not on your side. when was it ever? “you comin?” he prodded past his shoulder.

“mhm!” you immediately hummed eagerly, your shoulders tense as you followed his steps. though he only watched as you ascended and didn’t move.

“you know,” he sighed, setting the drinks down and crossing his arms. “i honestly didn’t think you’d muster up the balls to do it.”

with furrowed brows, you peered up at him, feeling slightly defensive at his odd word choice but unsure as to what he was referring to. “do what?”

he shrugged, a knowing smirk on his lips, crossing his arms over his biceps. “talk to suguru.”

a chill trickled down your spine, your blood turning ice cold at the mention of his name from his best friend’s mouth. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, breaking eye contact and wrapping your fingers around the clutch of your purse with a tight grip, needing to ground yourself.

“relax. i won’t say nothin’,” he chuckled, seeing the en garde yet all-telling look on your face. “but you’re crazy if you think half the team hasn’t noticed your less-than-subtle stalking.”

you cringed, realizing the situation you were now in. should you run? should you build a house on the peak of mount fuji and never return to society?

“i support ya.”

squinting at the white haired boy who you were pretty sure was going to either tease you to hell or expose all of your secrets just seconds ago, you squeaked out a small “what?”

“said i support ya,” he said, reaching down to the handles of the drink carriers and returning to full height. “you seem like a sweet girl. nervous and socially challenged, but who isn’t around their crush?”

shaking your head, you attempted to process a word out of his mouth and balled your fists. “gojo, if you’re messing with me-“

“i’m not. just don’t be so intimidated by him tonight. he’s a good guy,” and with that, gojo pushed the wooden door open and headed inside, leaving you alone to suppress your racing heartbeat.

had you just gotten the blessing of his best friend? and had he just told you that you were nothing less than discreet in your one-sided crush? not to mention his comment of you being socially inept.

fuck.

and you can’t dip now. gojo had seen you. he was probably letting everyone know that you’d finally made it. despite the sweat beading in your palms and your clammy skin, you had to show face.

grinding your teeth, you pushed through the door and stepped inside.

sigma nu was a 3 story, brown and brick beauty. you’d never attended any of their parties as you were too nervous for such a social scene, so you knew you had to rely purely on instinct to find your way around.

it wasn’t too hard, though—stepping past the grand stairs to an ajar door that spilled a neon blue light. there was some laughter and conversation muffled from below, and you began descending the stairs.

there was a break in the wall from the left once you were around halfway down, peering your head to the side once your height leveled to it to take in the scene.

the basement setting was pretty spacious, nearly 20 people hanging around the walls, the pool table, a gaming console with a tv, and a couch midst it all. a hint of smoke and booze lingered in the air, making you scrunch your nose.

you recognized almost everyone—different members of the team, some partners of the players, and some were managers of the basketball team. nearly everyone held a red solo cup, taking swigs and flashing tipsy grins to their friends.

you spotted a mess of white hair, bending over to set new bottles down onto a table in front of the couch.

and that’s when you spotted him. suguru geto, draped in the corner of the sectional with his hair sprawled onto his chest and back. he was sporting a black compression t-shirt, accompanied by a cotton black zip-up.

you padded over in your mary janes, feeling a little dolled up for the occasion as you picked a white and pink blouse, the least controversial amount of cleavage you could flash and muster yourself up to, and a jean mini-skirt.

he’d opted for grey sweats, and as he man spread, you suddenly felt that annoyingly perverted side of you peek through as you took a controversial look at his lap, eyeing the tent in the fabric to get a read on his size.

“hey,” he exhaled, eyes scanning your figure, tone raspy and husky as if he was… was he stoned? you couldn’t tell.

your cheeks flushed as your eyes darted to match his crimson ones (oh, he was definitely stoned), wondering if your previous staring had gone unnoticed. surprise, it didn’t. a smirk tugged at his lips as he stood up, pushing shoko, who was currently making out with her girlfriend, off of him and making his way towards you.

squeezing both hands in front of you, you rocked on your heels as you gave him a soft smile.

“let’s get you a drink,” he said, narrowing his eyes with a teasing smile and walking you to the kitchen. of course, they had a kitchen down here, too.

there was an array of snacks and sweets covering the table, and you eyed a pizookie, cooing and reaching out before geto clasped his hand around your wrist to halt you, firmly but gently.

“careful. those aren’t uh… regular pizookie’s.”

you stilled at the sudden touch, then turned to him and tilted your head, a confused expression that earned an endearing chuckle from him.

“they’re laced, sweetie.”

you opened your mouth, a small “oh” leaving your lips as you dropped your hand from his grasp. “thanks. i’ve never tried those before.”

crossing his arms, he leaned against the fridge. “no problem. i’m glad you made it here tonight, by the way.”

you ignored the way your heart fluttered at the comment. “i’m glad i’m here, too.”

he poked his head around the kitchen until he found a solo cup and some punch, letting you know there wasn’t any alcohol in it unless you’d wanted to spike your cup. you weren’t the biggest drinker, along with the fact that you were in charge of yourself tonight, so you allowed yourself to hydrate on the red beverage without any intoxicants.

he nodded as you sipped, a small hum leaving his lips as he never broke his gaze from you. “i wanna show you something.”

you glanced up, meeting his enticing, purple orbs as you nodded slowly. “okay.”

disposing of your empty cup, he led you out of the basement, not without earning a few looks from his friends, where the two of you made it to ground level and headed towards a shut door. pushing it open, it revealed a large table with a few scattered papers and a desktop. there were a few shelves that lined the walls with what looked to be trophies and a couple finance books. classic frat.

“it’s their office. i doubt they mind,” he said, plopping onto the desk chair and tapping away at the keyboard.

stepping inside, you turned to shut the door and heard it click, wondering if that was the right move or if that was creepy before he called your name over to where he was sitting. “look.”

he pointed to the screen, and you walked over, bending slightly to where his pointer finger was indicating as the light illuminated your face. “battle of the bands…” you breathed out, eyes scanning the screen. “you entered a music competition?” you inquired, turning to look at him, seeing the excited grin on his lips.

“yeah. do i fit the whole troy bolton stereotype, or am i far off?”

you giggled, returning to your full height and brushing a strand out of your hair, looking down at him with a smile. “i think you need to add the word ‘grunge’ in front of his name.”

“oh yeah?” he crossed his arms behind his head and reclined into the chair lazily. “can’t tell if you’re making fun of me or if you think i’m more grunge than emotional,” he teased.

shrugging, you placed your hands on the edge of the table and hopped up, sitting and laying your head on your shoulder, mulling over his statement. “you’ve never pegged me as the emotional type.”

cocking his head, he had a difficult time concealing the humor tugging at his puzzled expression. “never? what timeline are we talking here?”

a sputtered laugh left your lips, and you felt nervous at the question. how do you explain that you can only recall the same 3 expressions on his face—slight joy, exhaustion, and driven focus—for the past two years you’ve spent gawking at him despite having 2 total interactions with him, including right now?

“i’m messing with you,” he chuckled, then fed into your relieved expression. “but, i do feel that i must let you know something.”

“…yeah?”

training his focus on his thighs, he let a couple of beats pass before crossing his arms over his chest. in real time, you wondered if you were ovulating or if he had those many veins in his hands alone. “nanami came over to me. ‘fore you arrived. told me to uh…” he rubbed his large hand against his jaw and bit his cheek before exhaling. “take it easy on you.”

“what?” you gasped, an aghast look painting your face. nanami said what???

“yeah. look, i can be… a little oblivious when it comes to things,” he started, and you held out a hand to stop him, wincing at how carefully he was picking his words.

“stop. stop stop stop. please. if you’re planning on letting me down easy, just stop right there. i don’t know what nanami told you, but i know i’m going to murder him later,” you gritted your teeth, feeling blood rush to your cheeks and warm them.

geto stood up in shock, waving his hands next. “woah, no. i wasn’t… that’s not what i was…” his eyes narrowed, the edges crinkling as he scanned your flushed face. you looked so pretty tonight. “listen,” he began, taking a step closer to you until your knees were mere centimeters from his thighs, and the height he had on you was nothing short of intimidating.

“all my life, i’ve managed to fit the clueless basketball player stereotypes. and for all i care, people can continue to think that about me. but what i am not is dumb. i may have been too clueless to pick up on you around me, but i am not dumb enough to let you… get away.”

words… words you didn’t even know how to respond with, caught in your throat. what the hell was geto saying?

“geto…”

“suguru. call me suguru,” he interrupted jarringly, placing a large hand of his next to your thigh on the table.

you sat there with your hands now bunched in the hemline of your skirt, feeling your pulse quicken. there’s no way in hell that he was confessing what you thought he was.

“since our talk in the gym this morning, i haven’t been able to get you out of my head. god, you’re so good with your words, it makes my head hurt.”

you let out a yelp at the groan he let out, then bit your lip.

“sorry, i’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t i?” he chuckled, noticing your stillness and quietness.

“n-no… it’s okay… i just, i don’t know exactly what i did…” you whispered, hating the sound of your mousey voice.

“wish you could see yourself from my eyes,” he breathed, reaching his hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “did you cast a spell on me?” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

you quickly rattled your head, orbs wide, and watched as he leaned his head near yours. fuck. was he about to kiss you?

it was all happening so fast. clamping your eyes shut, you waited for the moment you’d dreamt about for as long as you could remember. and waited. and waited… before peeking out of your left eye.

suguru watched you quietly, a dazed look on his face.

“is… something wrong?” you questioned, wondering why his lips weren’t on yours.

“no… just… why are you bracing yourself like that?” he sounded so genuine, you wanted to melt away. how do you explain that you’ve barely been kissed before? that you were mentally a whore but physically a virgin. “is this your first kiss?”

“no!” you yelped, then covered your mouth with an unintentionally dramatic slap. “….well, it’s my second.”

he backed up, his eyes widening slightly, then rubbing the back of his neck in what looked to be guilt. “fuck. sorry, i didn’t mean to… come onto you or anything…” he trailed off.

no… no no no. you didn’t want him to back off now. not when your heart was thrumming with need, and a lot of nerves.

reaching out, you gripped the sleeve of his zip-up and gave him pleading eyes. “kiss me.”

his eyebrows raised, watching you with surprise that turned into admiration, before he inched closer.

you spread your legs, allowing him to slot his large frame between them, and kept your grip on his zip-up.

“want me to kiss you, darling?”

if the butterflies in your stomach were fluttering before, they were having seizures now, from the insane octave drop in his voice. god, it made your core throb from the sultriness.

with a fevered intent, you nodded your head and tugged him gently.

that gave him all he needed to dip his head down, placing his lips onto yours and using his large hands to cup your jaw.

up close, he smelled like wild cedar and jasmine… tasted like a spiced booze.

you tilted your head backwards, allowing for more access as he pushed himself closer, swiping his tongue against your lower lip. the feeling made you let out a whine, to which he grinned in response.

his lips moved with such skill against yours, and you were breathless in an attempt to keep up.

sliding one hand to the nape of your neck, he used the other to rub your flushed cheek gently while he made love to you with his mouth. now you tasted mint and something smoky. to suguru, you tasted like your strawberry lip gloss that was smearing against his lips and the punch you’d just downed moments ago.

with one hand clutching his arm and hanging, your other hand found its way to his side and gripped at whatever fabric you could to pull him as close as possible. what you hadn’t intended on doing was feeling his crotch rub against your clothed core, a groan leaving both of your lips.

“fuck,” he heaved, pulling away and a string of saliva hanging between the two of your plump lips. his eyes were lidded and low, a hungry look simmering beneath. “don’t… don’t do that.”

you could hear the grit in his tone, only making you need him all that much more. your fingers balled in the fabric of his clothing as your eyes nearly glossed over in lust, missing the weight of him against you. tugging him closer, he dropped both hands to your sides and dipped his head into the crook of your neck with a sigh.

“i-i can’t… when you do that,” he sighed, inhaling your scent. he was afraid of taking things too far with you, with the knowledge that you were inexperienced.

you, on the other hand, couldn’t think of a better way to go about your first time—more than ready at the prospect. “i want you,” you shuddered, angling your head to the side to allow him to pepper more gentle kisses along the column of your throat. his hot breath fanned over the skin, nibbling gently, but not enough to mark you. he was nervous to be the first to mark you. “i know it’s my f-first, but i’m ready,” you whined, and it had suguru bowing, his jaw clenching in need as blood rushed to his erection. you had no idea what you do to him.

with slow deliberation, you reached your hands up and to his shoulders, sliding his zip-up off to fall to the ground. he allowed it, breathing heavily into your neck. tugging at the hemline of your blouse, he pulled it up and over your head and felt the wind knocked from his lungs at your bare chest.

heat found itself creeping up from your neck to your cheeks, shy from his hungry stares.

“you’re so beautiful,” he sighed, tracing the bare skin of your shoulder. you were wearing your favorite bra and panties today—it wasn’t some fancy lingerie set but it made your bosom look swell.

“thank you,” you whispered, avoiding his eyes as your hands flinched, wanting to cover yourself.

his hands found purchase in your bare thighs, kneading the skin softly with his thumb, pulling you closer to him and off the edge of the table. “you sure you want this?”

you nodded eagerly, biting your lip and craning your head up at him.

narrowing his eyes, he cupped your cheeks and leaned in, his breath fanning over your lips as he kissed gently, then pulled away after a moment. “i need to hear you say it,” he whispered huskily.

“i…” you trailed off, humming a small whine before lifting your hips to rub yourself against him. “sugu…. i need you inside.”

the growl that left his lips sent a fire blazing over your skin, the two of you tearing at each other’s clothes to rid yourselves of them, the pace not quick enough for how high-strung the sexual tension in the air was.

as he pulled his compression top up and off of his head, your eyes scanned over his muscular and toned tan figure, feeling that wet spot in your panties grow even more damp.

you trailed a finger along his collarbone, then down his chest, and laid a kiss against the bare skin. he tossed his head back, shivering at your delicate touch. “you’re such a fuckin’ tease, you know that?”

a giggle left your lips as you glanced up at him, then brought your hand down to his clothed erection, palming it. fuck. he was so hard, and his size must be insane.

his back bowed forward, slamming a hand down onto the table as you slowly moved your palm up and down, a stifling gasp when you reached the clothed top and rubbed the slit.

“y-you sure this is your f-first time?” he inhaled, fist balling against the oak desk.

you opened your mouth to assure him, but was promptly silenced as he pushed his lips against yours. suguru moved with such ferocity this time that you could barely keep up with him. your hands were slack above his shoulders, tugging at his stygian locks that trickled onto you. they were silky smooth and you’d only dreamt of this moment, curling and twirling your fingers through them.

in your lustful haze, suguru slipped his tongue between your parted lips, the wet muscle pushing down against your own and earning a whimper from the action. he grinned and glided it deeper, your saliva intermixed with his.

his fingers worked their way onto your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. gripping one mound in his hand, he tweaked at the sensitive nipple, and you flinched, his cold touch sending shivering ripples through your body.

kissing the seam of your love-bitten lips, he trailed his pecks down your throat again, this time leaving a trail of marks that made you look oh-so beautiful. they continued down to your bare breasts, where he took one mound between his lips and bit, causing you to tug his hair.

“you like that?” he muttered, licking a ring around your nipple.

you whined in response, feeling your body nearly turning to jelly. he noticed this, wrapping an arm around your waist and suctioning his lips around one breast, fondling the other to make sure she wasn’t lonely.

twitching, he continued his ravage against your chest, flicking and sucking in ways that had you tossing your head back.

pulling away, he peered down, eyes glinting in mischief and pride as he admired his work. "you're a fucking painting," he breathed out, brushing a hand through his hair as he panted.

a warmth bloomed in your chest, bringing your hands to your chest and glancing down to see the amount of hickies he managed to cover you with, your eyes widening.

suguru chuckled at your reaction, stroking the top of your head, then meeting your eyes with a more serious look. "you absolutely sure you want to do this?"

god, how could someone be so hot when asking for consent?

"i do. truly, i want my first to be with you," you said, love-sick eyes pleading him.

he scanned your pleading orbs, before reaching to grab his zip-up and digging in his pocket for a square piece of plastic.

tugging at the hem of his sweatpants, he pulled them down along with his boxers, his shaft springing free.

your jaw fell open, eyeing his massive length. it looked… angry. the veins running down his cock were prominent and bulging from the scruffy, base covered with onyx-colored hair that matched his head, up to his dark tip that was already leaking pre.

there was no way that girth was going to fit.

he chuckled at your reaction, putting the wrapper in his mouth and tearing it free with his canines. tossing it to the side, he undid the plastic and pulled the rubber along his member, stroking it a few times to get snug.

"don't worry, we'll go slow," he assured you, leaning closer and placing his hand on your nape, angling you to meet his eyes. "just keep your eyes on me, angel."

you nodded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his shoulder to peck his lips, earning a soft grin from him.

within moments, you felt his fingers tugging your panties to the side and his tip nudge against your drooling folds, gasping at the pressure. slipping it up and down, he collected your juices, the scent of your arousal wafting through the air, before pushing into your tight hole.

“o-oh my god,” you winced, feeling his tip push right against that ring of resistance, your body stiffening from the harsh sting.

suguru leaned to peck your jawline, then found that sweet spot against your throat to suck on, all while his hand groped your breast. “breathe, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin.

releasing a shaky breath, your body began to relax as he inched himself deeper, the pain mixing with pleasure.

your lashes fluttered as he twitched inside of you, feeling his veins rubbing against your syrupy walls. god, he was so massive it had your heart stuttering.

lifting his head from your neck, he glanced down to where you two were joined and gripped your thighs, pulling you slowly down his length.

your nails scratched down his broad shoulders, leaving red marks in your trail, his cock so deep inside you that you could practically feel him in your lungs.

“s’ too much,” you whimpered out, feeling tears trickle from the seam of your lids.

suguru brought a hand to your cheek and wiped it with the pad of his thumb, then leaned down to kiss your eyes as he stilled his movements entirely, allowing you a moment to adjust.

the heaving of your chest slowed, and soon you began to feel that need clawing away at you, head rolling around in a daze.

"ready?" he questioned in a whispering tone, kneading your thigh and you could feel every touch of his now leaving a blaze of heat in it's path.

without a word, you rejoined your lips with his and could practically taste the essence of suguru, your wet arousal leaking from you as he picked up a steady pace.

gripping the underside of your thighs, he hoisted you up, and clutched the back of your head. you let out a yelp, feeling as he gripped your body taut against his as you hovered in the air before he pushed you against the nearest wall.

without wasting a moment, suguru began bucking his hips up and into you. you could feel your mouth watering lazily, a fucked-out grin on your face as the desire washed over you.

"fuckin' wet," suguru slurred, almost angrily, as if he couldn't fuck you fast enough, splitting you on his length.

babbles and whines left your lips that made no coherent sense, enough to assure suguru that he was making your first time worthwhile.

obscene squelches resonated in the room with each thrust into you, the curve of his shaft finding that sweet spot that had you screaming in his mouth.

bringing a hand up to muffle the noise, a sheepish smile made it's way to his perspired face. "like that?" he cooed, slamming into you and you could feel his veins dragging along your gummy walls even through that rubber covering.

"fuck! s'too… too good," you yelped out, slurred and smothered by his hand, bringing your bleary gaze down to him. fuck. he was so devastatingly beautiful with his violet, teary eyes and perfectly messy hair.

it felt all too much like a dream. that the one and only suguru geto was plowing into you, popping your cherry.

your ragged gasps were music to his ears, each rut against your cervix definitely bruising you.

his calloused fingers indented your thigh, squeezing and gripping every inch as you slid up and down the wall, holding yourself up by his massive shoulders and wrapping your free leg around his waist.

“fuckin’ made for me,” he groaned out, feeling his member twitch as it dragged along your walls. each thrust had your whines increasing in volume, the beast of a man more than satisfied to feel the drool pooling in his palm held against your mouth. your sounds were driving him feral, pushing him past the point of lust and into the realm of consuming every ounce of you that you could give him.

you were so pliant, so malleable in his arms, he feared that he could break you. it’s unfair he couldn’t be taking you raw, but he hoped it’d be something in the future for the two of you.

"you close?" he asked, and you nodded eagerly, eyes shutting from the overstimulation. that coil wrapped tighter and tighter into a knot in your gut, begging to be undone.

there was a a violating display where the two of you were connected, your cream creating a ring round the base of his cock and coating his dark drapes.

suguru felt himself choking on his groans, your pussy sucking him in with each thrust that had him release a whimper with his head tossed back. "b-baby… fuckin' ngh… you're fucking milkin' me," he whined out, voice nearly pitched up.

his pace was growing sloppy and slow, practically dragging you down the wall to push himself deeper and deeper.

"sugu!" you screamed out into his hand, a sudden flash of hot white engulfing you to the point your vision blacked out and your ears began to ring.

literal seconds after, suguru let out a hoarse groan, shoving himself as deep as possible before releasing, his limbs contracting as he stilled.

your head dropped lazily to his shoulder, attempting to catch your breath as he pulled out, letting you ground yourself with the help of his guidance and standing on your two feet.

peering up, you met the gaze of the guy who just took your first. "h-how was that?" you chuckled, wobbling to the desk chair.

in all honesty, suguru was at a loss for words. no woman he's ever been with made him… whine. he was hoping the flush on his cheeks could be mistaken for his exertion rather than exposing him for being flustered.

sliding back into his boxers and sweats, he dragged a hand through his hair and eyed you. god, your afterglow was something else.

leaning against the table, he crossed his hands over his bare chest and bit his lip in thought. "sure that was your first time?"

you choked on the waterbottle he handed you, nearly spitting it all over him. "yeah, can’t believe you’re asking me again" you chuckled, wiping your damp cheek with the back of your hand. "did i surprise you?"

suguru let out a low chuckle, pushing off the table and heading towards the door. "i'll be right back."

he disappeared around the corner, and it was the first time you felt like you could take a deep breath, slumping in your chair and eyes widening.

who did you bless in a past life to have sex with the suguru geto?

should you do cartwheels around the room right now? should you record the aftermath and write in your journal this second to ensure the entry didn’t miss a single detail so you could relieve this moment every night for the rest of your life?

…hold on, where did he go?

your eyes flickered to the ajar door, grabbing your bra and blouse and sliding them back on.

damn it. your heart thrummed in your ears, wondering if you were a bad partner and let him down. was he coming back? or was that his escape plan?

did he even come? where did he put the condom?

suguru geto wasn't an asshole… no. you assured yourself, nodding your head as you limply paced around the room with your fingernail in your mouth.

but how well did you really know him? all of your infatuation with him was solely surface—frankly, you knew almost nothing personal about the guy.

a couple of knocks were heard on the door, your nervous expression meeting the man who leaned casually on the doorframe, a white rag in hand.

"didn't think i just fuck and dash, did you?" the man in question quirked cooly, walking over to you.

the relieved sigh that left your lips didn’t go unnoticed. your mouth hung open in defense, but you were truly at a loss for words. you, in fact, did think he fucked and dashed on you.

he noticed your hesitation, leaning down and scooping you up bridal style swiftly. a quiet gasp left your lips, peering up at him.

"you wound me, pretty," he whispered, striding over to the desk chair and setting you down.

your heart stammered as you watched him kneel down and bring the warm, damp rag to your bare thighs to clean you up, then up to your sex.

the entire scene was a little too intimate for your liking, as you knew that after this, there was no way in hell you could possibly get over suguru geto. you attempted to mask how ticklish you were throughout the whole thing. or maybe you were just giddy?

how could he be such a gentleman?

"i wanna ask you something," he whispered, eyes trained on the hem of your skirt as he adjusted it to cover you up.

you nodded and he peered up at you, cocking his head slightly.

"would you like to come to my game tomorrow night?"

the scrunch of your brows had him chuckling. "i know you're gonna be there as the water girl but… i mean as my date. officially."

your hands gripped the silk fabric at the bottom of your top, your mouth hanging open.

what? had you died and been reborn? is this heaven?

"c-could you elaborate on what you mea-"

"i like you," he interrupted, taking your hand in his. "i know it's like, way too fucking early for this as our first conversation was literally this morning and i just fucked you at a party," he breathed out, eyes darting between yours as he rambled. "but, i've never met a girl quite like you. and i'd be an idiot not to chase after you."

the upward tug of your lips didn't go unnoticed by suguru, who matched your expression.

"i'd love to, suguru."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

—

"hustle! run the floor!"

coach yaga roared down the court, clapping his hands and throwing them around as he threw out plays, curses entwined in each sentence.

suguru, clad in his jersey, was nodding at gojo, open for a pass and took the chance regardless, landing a 3-point shot, and tossing a smug grin to his teammate.

and there you were, in all your glory, manning the water station.

again, the frantic nature of filling up water cup after water cup was practically tradition. but this time, you knew you had an audience so it wasn't easy to hide the trembling of your hands.

you were suguru geto’s fucking date to his homecoming basketball game. not to mention, he invited you to his battle of the bands competition right before the game.

this wasn't a scenario you could've dreamt up even two days ago.

nanami and shoko had been blowing up your phone ever since the two of you left the party last night, and you noticed the sheepish glances gojo passed you every couple minutes.

suguru wasn't the most subtle guy in the world, but he didn't care. every shot he made, he glanced in your direction to check if you saw him. sometimes you'd be jumping up and down, waving your arms frantically, and other times you'd be cleaning up a spill to avoid being yelled at by the referee.

god, you were so cute. he honestly doesn't know what got into him, asking you out after knowing you for a day.

but there was something about you, something that drew him in like a magnet, that made the obliviousbasketballplayer!suguru not want to let you go.

[darylbrainrot]

HEARTTHROB-

y/n's backstory

a hamzah x reader SMAU, reader is mexican and emo

You were born in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico. The city is known as the birthplace of mariachi music and tequila. Its vibrancy was beautiful and a rich memory for you—the charrerías you saw as a child would forever be a core memory. You will forever remember the warmth of your whole family having reunions inside your house and the warmth of the kitchen with multiple people bringing in their own homemade foods—homemade birria, tamales, and tacos of various meats and flavors.

Both of your parents worked hard to give you and your older brother the best life. Your childhood was filled with love, culture, tradition, and music.

Yet, as a kid, you had always had a passion for making other's day with humor and jokes. It was a specialty of yours, somehow magically lifting people's spirits with your jokes. You also had such a passion for art and music. Something your family always loved you.

Yet, when you were 8 and your brother was 11, your family had to move to the United States. It was difficult for you, you left behind your whole life full of family and culture. Yet, you had no choice but to adapt. School was hard for you, the mispronunciation of your ethnic name, your accent when you spoke English, and trying to fit in with the new culture you were living in.

But something that helped you in your difficulties was emo music. It had hit you hard in elementary school. Bands like My Chemical Romance, Pierce the Veil (which you connected with heavily as the lead singer was Mexican), Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Taking Back Sunday, Black Veil Brides, Bring Me The Horizon, System of a Down, and many many more.

That's when you started to feel somewhat normal in your new life.

When you were 12, you started to adopt the emo look. A heavy side bang, skinny jeans, black heavy eyeliner, tight band tees, and studded belts. Looking back on it, you looked ridiculous but you were happy—so you can't hate it looking back on that time.

In high school, your look became more authentic. You wore what you liked and made it you. You finally became you. During your senior year, you made your first YouTube video. It was nothing much, just you playing Minecraft. But this was during the pandemic and lockdown—so it was a break from all the stress you were facing.

Your videos didnt blow up exactly, but those few views made you happy. So you continued to upload and you gathered a small community that meant a lot for you. You were posting from a decent-quality gaming laptop that you saved up for during your sophomore year with money from family and work. So the quality wasn't the best but you and your audience liked it.

You mainly posted gameplay, like Minecraft, Roblox, sims 4, or random indie games. Here and there you would post guitar covers of your favorite songs, sometimes you would sing in them as well.

Slowly but surely, you started to gain your audience and by the time you were 20 during 2023, you hit 400k followers on youtube. That was a huge milestone for you. With the money you've gained from youtube, you've used it to help your family when needed and finally buy yourself a long-needed functional and high-quality PC.

Yet your year was 2024. That's when you started to blow up on social media. Your clips were on TikTok, Instagram, and Twitter. That's when you hit 600k on YouTube. You were ecstatic.

From then on, your followers have been on a steady increase on Instagram and YouTube. Finally hitting 476k on Instagram and 693k on youtube.

And you were happy, you built this platform all by yourself (with the support of friends and family of course). During your years of making content, you had never collaborated with another influencer. That was until Quenlin Blackwell invited you to her series called 'Feeding Starving Influencers'.

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A/N: sorry for taking long to post this (this still isn't the first chapter, it will probably be posted later today), my wifi has been out so I've been using my phone hotspot to be able to use my computer </3 again, lmk if you guys wanna be on the tag list!!

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[rationaliity]

there's a lot of words in here about that one fanart that i saw of ratio having an emo phase, you're so welcome guys for those who say my favorite is welt yang & not ratio,,,, how does it feel being wrong ( i still love welt yang SO much it makes me look stupid )

you swore you remember who veritas ratio was ! that was the guy who went to school at veritas prime on recommendation and absolutely blew through every single class that he attended. shoot, you were sure he taught a few classes himself despite being a student there. he was that unkempt guy, with the messy, slightly wavy dyed indigo hair that he clearly never brushed, the hair dye always overgrown and showing his brown roots, and the tongue piercing. he was tired looking, always having bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, with so much eyeshadow lazily slapped on for the added effect that he undoubtedly slept in for three nights in a row before he finally took a shower. and he always smelled so strongly of weed that it would make someone's eyes water a little bit just by standing around him for a minute or two.

you were sure that he slept through every single class, if he even bothered to show up, anyway. unless it was a test day, or he just wanted to show up and fuck around with the less gifted, you doubted he ever showed up. probably too busy trying to prove to his parents that he was more than his brains, of course. didn't he have a garage band with a few of his friends that went to a different school than him ? what was it called again ? ' irrational piety ' ? was that a joke on his name and pi ? and... god ? edgy, egotistical, and nerdy, exactly who he was as a person summed up short and sweet.

he was that guy who had approached you so many times in veritas prime, asking you about yourself, trying to show off. he was clumsy with it, his manner and the way he spoke made it clear that his family was filled with important people. scholars, doctors, teachers of any type. there was no doubt that genius was simply a way of living at his house, and he was determined at this time to be different.

you had to admit, it was charming in its own way. veritas wasn't your typical crowd that you would hang around with, but he was somehow still sort of down to earth in his own way, although it was silly. you thought it was cute how he bumbled over his words trying to be cool in front of you. you tried to pretend to be aloof and indifferent to his advances, but you leaned into them at the same time, too. you knew that he would listen if you told him to wash the makeup off his face. you told him it was because he didn't need it, but in reality, you were just worried about his skin back then. you weren't downright rude to him, and you found yourself laughing with him more often than you found yourself laughing at him.

you remembered when you spent that night with him in his dorm, and how weird it felt in your stomach for months when he graduated two years earlier than he was supposed to, and left you behind. you knew that he had to go do something important, you knew that was just who he was. no matter who he was going to be externally, you never had any doubt that he was going to be someone so incredibly important to the world around you, possibly to the entire cosmos. you thought that his passion for learning was going to outweigh anything else, and maybe you were right. you had lost contact with him for years, you honestly had no idea where he was now.

so who was this in front of you claiming to be doctor veritas ratio of the intelligentsia guild, and why did he have the same face as that man you knew in school ? there was a pause, a moment of recollection between the two of you, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the words didn't come out. he looked so similar, but so different at the same time. it seemed that despite everything, he decided to keep up with the indigo hair, although he was doing a great job at keeping up with his root touchups. he probably got it done every two weeks religiously now.

" dr. ratio ? " you repeated his official title weakly, finally. you weren't surprised that he was who he was, no, that wasn't it. maybe it was just the nostalgia, coming face to face with the man who had so quickly and unwittingly became your first love, even if you never openly said it out loud to him. " you, err, decided to drop the eyeshadow, i guess ? "

in a moment, veritas' face paled, and he found himself at a loss for words. " ..yes, i did. that was a long time ago, i'm not the same person i used to be. "

" i think you're exactly the same, " you cut him off, shaking your head with a little smile on your face. " i mean, you don't have the dark eyeshadow anymore, and you smell like you shower now. you probably have those fancy baths with the bath bombs and flowers and milk to make your skin soft, am i right ? but you're still you, you know what i'm saying ? pre or post garage band. "

veritas seemed to calm down with your words, although it was clear that he wasn't happy that you still recalled that garage band that he so desperately wanted to erase from everyone's memories. and yet, he found himself chuckling softly, shaking his head. " out of all of the things i've created, i've yet to create something that entirely erases specific memories from people. how i wish i could make you forget all that you saw back then. "

" well, i remember. and i don't ever intend to forget, " you joked softly, tentatively stepping over the big question. did that night mean anything ? did any of it mean anything, actually ? sure, you can say that he's the same man, but is he really ? the man back then would've stumbled over his own feet to get you to look at him, and you found it so cute that you couldn't help but give in and fall in love with him. you'd always regretted not telling him, but here you were, with what could perhaps be a second chance just waiting on the horizon for you. if you played your cards right, if veritas wanted you to play your hand. " what happened ? "

" i grew up, " he responded, as if he had anticipated this question, something that you knew he likely had. " i couldn't just stay that way forever. people.. didn't respect me enough to hear what i was saying. "

" do you miss it ? "

" no, not really. "

you held your cards closer to your chest. that was a pretty clear answer to any of your questions so far, which might hurt if you gave yourself time to think about it, but you wouldn't. instead, you just gave him a silly little grin. " pity, i thought you were rather cute with your fake tattoos. do you still have the tongue piercing ? "

veritas paused for a moment, before opening his mouth, showing off the little ball on his tongue. " i thought about letting it close up, but decided against it. " you remembered so clearly how that piercing felt against your- now was not the moment to think about things like that.

" why do you still dye your hair ? " you asked, trying to think of something else other than his piercing at the moment. " not that i don't like the indigo. i think it suits you. "

" i believe it's just become a necessary part of my appearance. i don't think i look right with just brown hair, but that's subjective. now i have the proper schedule to keep up with care, so i make sure its always taken care of. " veritas doesn't sound awkward any more answering any of your questions. on the contrary, it looks like he's enjoying it, just a little bit. although you knew better than to mention that out loud. no matter what his appearance was, you knew the core of his personality was still the exact same. some things never change.

you felt so stuck in the past, unable to distinct this veritas from the man bumbling over his own feet so long ago. but you had to admit, veritas still made your heart beat so wildly out of your chest. you weren't sure if it was the memories, or just who he was as a person. " well, that's a lot of questions just to say that i think you look great, no matter what you wear or how you present yourself. appearances don't really matter at the end of the day. not to those who really care. "

" thank you, " veritas couldn't stop a small smile from forming on his face, and for a second you saw him again, the golden retriever of a person, hidden beneath layers. " ...would you like to catch up over coffee later ? "

you couldn't stop yourself from laughing a little bit, raising an eyebrow. " veritas, i thought you didn't like coffee ? "

" oh... well, my tastes have changed, too. " what a liar. maybe he really hasn't changed all that much at the end of the day.

— ♡ rationaliity 2024