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I’ll either write something or I’ll slip into your inbox to plot something <3
Idk how any of you got here but thanks lol :’
ok WOW the brazilian dub decided to be romantic af,, in the original she says “i just know that one day i’ll be part of your world” or something, and in brazilian is “i just know that one day i’ll be yours”
Dead poet's society is showing up all over every social media I have and I'm thinking that's a sign that I have to watch it but also I sort of don't want to because I hear it's very sad and Sad makes me go absolutely bananas and that would suck for everyone in the general vicinity of me
I had to watch it in English last semester except it was projected over zoom at 1 fps and the audio sounded like it was being played from inside a microwave so I left 10 minutes in and didn't really get much out of that-
But on the other hand, Robin Williams my beloved,,, ;;
— match up for @iwaizumini
HAIKYUU: i absolutely match you with oikawa! i feel like he'd be head over heals for your smile and your personality
JJK: you would absolutely make getō look twice and doubt all his beliefs. speaking your mind and standing up for yourself will probably bring a teasing smirk on that ones face
you'd probably be pretty occupied with either option, i'm sorry😫
— match up for @b3wwy
BNHA: two sweethearts!! you and tamaki would be such a lovely couple🥺
JJK: you and itadori is a big yes in my head! no questions asked
— match up for @katsulovee
BNHA: outgoing, a natural leader and a tad too confident, it's the term of "opposites attract" i'd say. you would also look so good together!! and i also feel like shindo likes shy girls? idk😫
JJK: you would be such a soft and cute couple!! your personalities scream perfect match already. and while yuta is timid, i bet you would be able to get him to loosen up over time and find great comfort in another
mutual pining + osamu requested by @dreamsandabyss
sharing a bed + osamu for @bokutologist
notes: i have combined those requests because i kind of had an idea for that, i hope you guys are okay with it! <3
being friends with miya osamu was easy. he’s reliable, fun and sometimes drives you mad with his cheeky remarks. being friends and having a crush on miya osamu is a different tale. once he started making your heart pick up its pace, there was no point of return for you anymore.
suddenly you noticed just how handsome his features are. how soft his lips look when he smiles at you, how you oh-so-badly want to run your fingers through his messy hair anytime he takes off his cap or how safe his hugs must feel.
yes, being his friend turned dangerous. but when he invited you to join him for a trip to the east coast of japan, knowing fully well just how badly you wanted to go there, who were you to deny your handsome crush?
and osamu has it all sorted. he got the tickets for the train ride, made sure to book an extra room once you accepted his invite and even prepared food for your travels. what you didn’t know was that this was his way of not just looking out for a friend, but specifically for you--his crush.
he’s surprised you haven’t figured out his feelings for you long ago. apparently, and according to atsumu, he’s not discreet about his attraction to you. his eyes are practically glued to your body, watching every move you made as if his life has never seen anything prettier. he never noticed his love-struck smile until he received a snap from suna.
and now you’re actually sitting right next to him. comfortable and content over the delicious lunch box osamu prepared and your praise washes over his body like summer rain.
that is until you arrive at the hotel and get handed over only one key. one key, for two rooms? but apparently his second reservation got lost in the booking system and any other room is already occupied. the only option? finding a new hotel stay at or sharing a bed.
and of course, there are worse destinies than sharing a room with osamu. or so you think, until he’s waiting for you in bed. the awkward silence filling the room is almost impossible to break as you stare at him from the bathroom doorway.
“d’you wanna sleep in the bathtub?” osamu teases, shifting his body to rest more comfortably but ultimately only showing off his popping muscles to you.
“no, of course not. i was just... just checking if i forgot something.” you lie and force a smile on your lips as you make your way over for your side of the bed.
the courage osamu tries to bring up in himself during your little walk is diminished the second he sees you putting pillows between your bodies. effectively splitting the mattress and hiding behind your make shift wall.
a defeated little “good night then, i guess.” makes you look at the man behind the other side of your pillows. his back is directed towards you and you watch him in the faint moonlight.
your eyes raking over his back, fingers twitching to reach out and run them through his hair. with your mind full of osamu you fall asleep, only to awake to his handsome face right in front of you. the shared eye contact is nearly embarrassing and even the usually calm chef has a faint dust of pink rising on his cheeks after realising that his fantasies about you might be coming true during this trip.
yet you hurry out of bed before his hunger to taste your lips wins him over and instead spend a day tiptoeing around each other. every little skin contact made me feel embarrassed.
the only time your more carefree and relaxed side makes a return is at night, when you scold him for being such a messy sleeper. tossing and turning like a marathon runner and breaking the carefully built pillow wall.
“maybe i just wanted to see your pretty face when i wake up,” osamu teases, teases or attempts to flirt with you. yet he is only greeted with a pillow to his face. “tonight you’re going to behave, promise me?” you press and pull the pillow away from his face to look into his eyes.
he sighs, eyes turning soft as he looks at your features and nods. “yes madame, i will be at my best behaviour for you.”
but instead he refuses to turn his back at you tonight and you see pretty glimmers of grey sparkling behind the pillow walls. “what are you staring at?” you whisper into the dark, and his chuckles ring back. “what if i say that the moon’s simply pretty tonight?”
to say that your silence simply broke this man’s confidence would be an understatement. he really believed atsumu’s words of you two being blind idiots in love, but here you are shutting down all of his attempts.
but to his favour it turns out that he is not the active sleeper of your pair. no, he’s resting on his back, quietly breathing when he feels your smaller frame stir beside him--just like you did the previous night. and how could he not help you get rid of the obstacle in your way and making room for you to hug him in your sleep. the warmth and comfort he gives you simply too inviting for your sleeping self to resist.
yet it’s your conscious self that has to deal with the consequences as you hold him just a little tighter while waking up. fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt as you rub your cheek against his chest and murmur something osamu can’t make out. what he can see though is the shock in your eyes once they flutter open and a teasing smirk greets you in return.
“can’t stay away from me, eh?” are his first words in the morning and your heart nearly combust over the situation your in. you don’t want to let go of him. not yet, maybe never. “how about you just admit that you have a crush on me?” osamu practically whispers the words into your soft hair and you push away, nearly tumbling out of bed.
“i don’t!” your words sound like a promise, like you swear you would never have any romantic feelings for your friend. yet they only fool you. “i-i don’t have a crush on you!”
“but i have one on you.”
I think he is the most sensual OC I have
roses are red
violets are blue
among us uwu
@hiredassault wishes to speak with royalty : 🍞
send ‘🍞’ to throw a loaf of bread at my muse. ⇢ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!
° ♡ ––––– ❛ ..... ❜
❛ I see you chose death. An unwise choice, indeed. ❜
If you ship georgebur it’s either A. you simp for George B. you simp for Wilbur￼￼ or C. all of the above and I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them¯\_(ツ)_/¯
drunk confession + suna requested by @nanengko
notes: forgive me for this, i had too much fun by writing about a teasing suna
“i love you,” you murmur, cheeks blossoming deep shades as you struggle to hold eye contact with your long time crush—suna rintarō. he chuckles and eyes you for a moment before closing the distance between your bodies. in your drunk haze you suddenly, and surprisingly, see his handsome face right in front of your eyes; beautiful green orbs staring into the depths of your soul and leaving you speechless.
“for how long?” suna quietly asks, a trace of amusement hidden behind his soft voice. your fingers tentatively reach out and cup his cheeks, to keep his face right in front of you. “you’re really pretty, rin...” you dodge his embarrassing question. skinship isn’t odd for your relationship, on the contrary, rintarō is seemingly fond to have you close any possible moment. his own fingertips trace along your arms until he mimics your posture. now cradling your face ever so lovingly in his hands, thumbs brushing over your slightly squished cheeks. “don’t avoid my question,” suna presses.
“for long, really long, rin.” you sigh in defeat, hands dropping from his face and you pull back. the name on his phone clearly throws you off, why is his girlfriend calling him right now? your brows furrow in annoyance as a pout spreads on your lips.
“what’s up? you found her phone...?” suna mumbles. you can sadly only make out half of the conversation and keep yourself busy with downing another shot. “no no, keep it. i’ll get it tomorrow... i’m having too much fun at the moment.” - “yeah, she’s totally gone.” his chuckle wins your attention, suna looks incredibly handsome with a smile on his lips.
“pay attention to me,” he hears you complain, eyes darting back to your figure seated right next to him. “right, uh, listen komori, i’m currently getting confessed to, so i gotta go.” - “yes, her-, she...”
“rintarō!” he hangs up quickly, thumb and index finger suddenly pushing into the plush of your cheeks before a peck to your lips leaves you dumbfounded. “i’m all ears, pretty girl. proclaim your undying love to me and we’ll see about my girlfriend.”
the kiss has your heart skip a beat, mouth opening and closing before it finally clicks. “i’m... i-, rin stop filming me!” - “i can’t, osamu wants proof,” he snickers, his phone is out of reach thanks to the length of his arms compared to yours and you slouch against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck as your eyes feel heavy.
instinctively one pair of strong arms finds their place around your waist, holding you close while he gently cups the back of your head. “i told you to stop getting wasted like that, you fool,” his low voice nearly lulls you in to dreamland and you hum, smiling the way that makes rintarō’s heart practically melt. “your fool, am yours.”
“yeah...” suna breathes, placing a chaste kiss to your temple. “let’s go home, my little clown.”