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icysinner · 4 months

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cw: and they were roommates

oikawa has another date tonight.

you’re well used to it, the parade of people who he’s gone out with blurring together after years of friendship. especially now that you’ve moved in together and he bothers you every time someone says yes, like an excited puppy with a bone. and who wouldn’t say yes?

you’re lying on your bed, idly scrolling past cat pictures and outfit inspiration, while he blows in and out of your room, begging your opinion on every item in his closet. you don’t know why; you’ve gone through the whole thing a million times at this point and he always chooses just-slightly-too-tight jeans and a button-up open one button too far.

you’ve had nightmares about his collection of silky shirts. nightmares. only occasionally featuring the triangle of exposed chest.

“what about this one?” you roll to your side, blinking.

“i haven’t seen this one before,” you say thoughtfully. “do you still have enough money for rent? i swear you cycle through more clothes than i do in a year in a week.”

“shut up, do you like it?” his ears are burning red, and you smile. you like making him blush.

that’s a dangerous thought, so you turn your attention to his outfit, and—oh.

the new shirt is a cool, pale blue, complimenting the pink hues of his skin perfectly, looking like ice caps on winter waves. it’s tucked loosely into black pants, followed by black boots, laced up and tied with a perfect knot.

he looks like a million bucks.

“it’s perfect,” you say, after a beat too long of drymouthed silence. “um—when do you leave?”

he shoves the sleeve of the shirt up and checks his watch in one smooth motion, and you’ve seen his forearms a billion times, but encased in blue silk you kind of want to bite them? what a bizarre impulse.

“now,” he says, tone rising in panic. “shoot, i was gonna brush my teeth—how’s my breath?”

“how am i supposed to—” you start, but then he’s crossing the room, and you’re sitting up, spine straightening in confusion, and then he kisses you.

one long, hot press of the mouth over yours, his lips soft and open but claiming in a way that sucks every thought out of your head.

the silk of his shirt is cool in contrast to the heat of his skin, too.

“it’s—still fine,” you stammer when he pulls away. “minty. um.”

“perfect,” he says, adjusting his collar like he hasn’t just thrown your world off its axis. “see you later!”

you wave vaguely at his back, still scrambled as he exits your room, though not without turning to shoot you a cheeky wink and a peace sign. once you hear the front door slam shut behind him, you jolt out of your frozen state to fall back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, just one thought running through your mind.

“what the fuck?”

#GOD …..#haikyuu #nya’s reblogs ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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oh ino

Some random drawings from today 😏

#i love #nya talks ᥫ᭡#art

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icysinner · 4 months

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ony fic WILL drop tn i am late pls forgive

#nya talks ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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if i get late on these fics i do apologize i don’t actually go on christmas break from this hell hole (college) until the 22nd bare with me

#PLS #nya talks ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: you decide to throw a christmas party, but you realize that’s not as easy as you think.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: comedic dysfunction lol, mentions of alcohol

𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this was very fun to write i hope u enjoy xoxo

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 625

it took you and connie three, almost four years of being together to decide to live together. by the second year of living in the house, there was a baby and a ring, so it was safe to say the both of you were comfortable. with the holiday season coming around, the third christmas you’d spend in this home, an idea came to mind to throw a christmas party. there wasn’t a reason it was a bad idea, it was your home, and there was nothing but space for it.

“i mean, if that’s what you wanna do.” connie said, a shrug following quickly afterwards. “that response feels like, no, don’t do it.” you replied, a puzzled look overtaking your face. “if you wanna throw a party, i’m down. i’m also more than happy if you don’t, though.” he said, making you shake your head at him. “i was only weary of doing things like that because kylie was so young, but she’s not a newborn anymore, i feel like there’s no reason why i can’t now.” connie nodded, “if you don’t think it won’t be too much work, do it.”

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you spent the entire week before the party preparing, planning and buying things just for it. the day of the party finally came, and the decorating part was definitely not as easy as you thought it would be all by yourself. in times like this, you need a helping, creative hand, so definitely not connie.

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y/n

wyd do u love me

sasha

what do u want

y/n

will u help me set up for party tn

sasha

can i carry kylie the whole time

y/n

be my guest she make my arm hurt

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sasha was nothing short of a saving grace when it came to helping you decorate for this party, you needed ideas and a push to get them there, not a taller person to help you stick up balloons. (although, it was helpful when you needed it. thank you for your contribution, connie.) “i bought stuff to do a picture backdrop, we only have one empty wall in the whole house.” you said, standing in front of the empty white wall. “shots or no shots? are there any kids coming other than yours?” sasha asked as she filled glass jars with chocolate chips and marshmallows.

“yes, but that never stopped the drinks from going around any other time.” you said with a smile as you set out small red solo cups, “so, shots! i love that.” sasha said as she walked into your kitchen, “i know y’all got some tequila or something in here.” she said as she opened up a cabinet. “above the fridge.” you replied, pulling out one of the packages you bought for the party.

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“it’s pretty in here, you did a good job, mama.” connie said as he pulled you into a side hug, planting a kiss on your forehead. “thank you, baby. it wouldn’t have been possible without you and your added height to get those balloons on the ceiling.” you said with a small smile. “i like the kid’s table, maybe kylie will finally watch gracie’s corner instead of scandal.” connie said, his comment making you laugh. “nah, she know ball, olivia pope is that girl.” you replied, getting the same laugh out of him.

“how many shots you plan on taking tonight?” connie asked as he looked at the ‘entry fee: one shot’ sign, along with the tower of multiple different kinds of alcohol. “as many as god allows.” you replied as you tied a bow around the shot tower. “i’mma remember you said that when you wake up wrapped in tinsel on the living room floor tomorrow morning.”

#aot #nya writes #aot x black reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #black writblr #aot fanfiction #connie x reader #connie aot #connie attack on titan #connie snk #connie x black reader #snk connie #connie springer #aot connie #connie x black y/n

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icysinner · 4 months

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my favorite 8doc fic is mom i can’t sleep btw jus because ony being a father makes me feel things

#nya talks ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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oh shit y’all i forgot 😭 today is the first day of 8doc :) if u haven’t already, make sure you go check out the first fic of many 🤍

#8 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS #nya talks ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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❆⋆꙳•☃︎⋆꙳•✩⋆꙳•❅

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: eren is a better gift giver than you thought he was.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: not much, tooth rotting fluff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.093k

secret santa was arguably the only thing that made christmas as a college student exciting. everyone knows that as you grow older, christmas gets less and less interesting, but with the right group of friends, it has the potential to be just as fun as when you lived at home with your parents and siblings. sasha always organized the secret santa event, just because she took every holiday seriously as if her friends were her children.

just eren’s luck, the one year he gets to be your secret santa is the year that up until christmas, your friendship was becoming a lot more than just friends, meaning he had to put together a gift that meant a lot, he had no choice, you meant a lot. “connie, i’m fucked.” eren complained as he paced back and forth in their shared dorm room. “you stressin’ over nothing, she already likes you, she’s gonna like whatever you get her as long as you put some thought into it.” connie replied, not looking up from his phone as he offered eren the advice.

while connie was right, eren wanted this gift to be more than just a friendly gift exchange, he wanted it to mean something more than just that. “that’s the problem, i have no thought.” eren said, his tone completely serious, making connie laugh at him. “okay, that’s fair. ask mikasa to help you, she’s a girl, she knows what girls like. plus she’s close to y/n, you’re like a close second to mikasa on her list.” connie’s suggestion showed just how little “thought” eren had, because he didn’t even think about asking mikasa, and that was your best friend.

౨ৎ⋆ ˚ ❆｡⋆⁺₊❅.

“so, are you asking her to be your girlfriend with this gift or is that coming later?” mikasa asked, being sure to throw in the whole girlfriend thing. to be fair, you and eren have been dancing around adding the title to whatever the two of you have going on. “i think i wanna ask, but i don’t know how to pair a gift with something like that.” eren said, mikasa was more surprised at the amount of time he was really putting into this, she’d never seen him think this hard before. (and they have an english lecture together, so trust her.) “i think that she’ll like whatever you get her. she likes a bunch of shit, pick one thing and do it.”

obviously eren had thought of that, but that was basic, and you have everything you like already. “okay, here’s an idea. make her a basket.” mikasa suggested, making what seemed like a lightbulb go off in eren’s mind. “actually… i like that idea.” eren said, a million ideas running through his mind at once. if you liked so many things, getting you all of them at once was obviously the best idea. oddly enough, eren trusted himself enough to make it completely on his own, it wouldn’t feel genuine if he didn’t, he thought.

౨ৎ⋆ ˚ ❆｡⋆⁺₊❅.

everyone was assigned a secret santa on december eighteenth, which gave them a full week to decide, put together and deliver a gift. eren spent the entire week buying separate things from a million different stores for this one basket. he only asked for help when he needed an opinion on a color or which gift cards he should put in the basket. he’d completed this elaborate gift, and now he had to shake off all his nervousness in order to actually give you the gift.

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eren

wyd?

y/n

not shit

eren

perfect

eren

don’t go anywhere or do anything i’ll be there in like 5 minutes

y/n

i’m nervous omg why u so cryptic for???

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obviously, eren was your secret santa, but that’s not why you were so nervous. if it was just a regular gift, why would he calculate everything so well? nonetheless, you were excited for whatever it was. you lived in a single dorm, but it was across campus from your friend group, which was the only downside it really had. after all of his perfectionist behavior, shifting the basket around a million times to make sure you could see everything he put in it perfectly before you took it out, he arrived at your door.

it took some building up for him to actually knock, and once he did, all of the nervousness he had multiplied yours tenfold. you nearly shot up from your seat to go answer the door, opening it to a smiling eren, holding a basket in one arm and a heart shaped box with flowers in the other. your eyes widened as your face grew into a smile. “eren, no way.” is all you managed to get out of your mouth as you stared at him in adoration and disbelief. “you’re not gonna be able to look at all of the stuff if you don’t let me in.” his words made you snap out of this trance you were in as you stepped out of the way to let him in.

eren took a couple steps forward and set the basket and flowers down on the counter, but he kept the box behind him. “look at what’s in there first.” he directed, because he knew you well enough to know that your curiosity would make you want to know what’s so special that he’s hiding it. you pulled all of the stuff out of the basket one by one, looking like a little kid under the christmas tree again. “eren, how much did you spend on all this stuff?” you asked, your eyes widening with every object you pulled out of the basket. “you worried about the wrong thing, that doesn’t matter. you like it, right?” eren asked, to which you responded with a nod. “then that’s all that matters.”

“i need to get a vase, i wanna keep these.” you said to yourself as you sat them up next to the basket to make space for the last thing eren was hiding from you. the small comment made eren smile to himself as he held out the box to you. you looked down at it, reading the red cursive letters written on the dessert. “yes, duh!” you exclaimed in excitement, taking the box from his hands and wrapping him in a hug. “i don’t even wanna eat it, i just wanna save it forever.” you said, making eren laugh at you. “you say that now, but i know you well enough to know you’ll definitely eat it.”

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icysinner · 4 months

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it’s me & my man i be texting him “grand rising nubian queen”

i cannot wait till i get a man yall imma be straight clowing him everyday.

every morning he gnna get a 'goodmorning beautiful'text idc

#ik he tired of me #he chose this life i’m a bad bitch on the outside only #nya talks ᥫ᭡#nya’s mutuals ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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two, technically three of the 8doc fics are baby daddy content because once again, i am insatiable

#nya talks ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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this is ur reminder to follow @icyonpluto bc i’ll probably post stuff about 8DOC on there :)))) i also think i wanna use that acc to take requests for headcanons and funny stuff so tune tf in

#nya talks ᥫ᭡

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icysinner · 4 months

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i switched up da theme needed some pink i’m just a girl

#i like this better #nya talks ᥫ᭡#miss my dark themes tho

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icysinner · 4 months

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do y’all like castlevania … bc mr trevor belmont got me feeling things