(anon requested baby aizawa) So I watched the Jojo episode with the age-regression stand, and also this fic, in the same day, so here we are :’)
@koujak-ass (I dunno whats with tumblr not doing the @’s properly recently, sorry!) - Thank you so so much!
@anon GOSH? LIKE SOFT CLOTHES?? That’s the dang sweetest ahh! I really love drawing everyday situations over drama and action tbh, I’m super glad it comes across as interesting! I worry my stuff might be a bit dull sometimes ;)
@eijirouskirishimas EYyy thank you my dude :O! Drawing lovestruck Hizashi is honestly my fav thing to do.
@anon your message is the biggest blessing to mine! Thank you
HERE’S A LIL ONESHOT. srry if its not what you guys expected lol i was super tired while writing it! Thanks for reading, reblogs and likes are all appreciated! Have a good one.
Title: The Night Before. Pairing: Gaston x Reader. Words: 1,368. Rating: T. Summary: After sharing a kiss the night before, Gaston meets with you and tries to explain what he’s feeling.
“Pretending that nothing happened isn’t going to help either of us.” Hearing that voice in the morning was the last thing you expected. Hearing it as the first sound to awaken your senses after opening your front door was also to say the least, a big surprise. Stepping down from your front door, you pushed on his chest to get him to back away so you could walk. He did, but only half a step. Sighing in defeat, you stopped trying to maneuver your way around his broad body and cocked your hip to the side. You were all to aware of what he was referring to. You had been thinking about it ever since last night. You had gone to bed thinking about it and you had woken up thinking about it.
You didn’t quite expect Gaston to be outside your house door though, ready to pester you about the mishap in the tavern the night before. You figured he’d have been too hungover to actually be awake this early, but here he was in all his post-war glory. Reckon, he did look a bit messier than his usual self, with a few stray hairs, bags under his eyes, and disheveled tan jacket that clung perfectly to his structured torso.
Looking at him in astonishment, it appeared as if he didn’t sleep at all and spent the night waiting to see you again. Clearing his throat, Gaston fixed his jacket, buttoning a few buttons in the middle before slicking back his hair. Rolling your eyes at the thought of Gaston performing such a romantic task specifically for you, you acknowledged his words. Swallowing softly, you grasped your skirt and tugged the fabric out of his hands swiftly. It left him a bit starstruck as you flattened the front of your dress and muttered to him, “It didn’t mean anything. It was just a kiss.”