#this is some pretty damn advanced brainrot

[captorations]

what if i listened to "we are one" from lion king 2 and mentally recontextualized it to be about camilla and palamedes and paul. what then. what fucking then.

[probablysimpledreams]

You're All I Desire

(Dazai x reader: NSFW)

a/n: omfg it has been a moment since I've written a full fic but here I am !!! the idea for this one has been on my mind ALL DAMN DAY bc the Dazai brainrot has been so real lately my man <3 my man <3 my mannnnn <333 so enjoy some smut xoxo

cw: mention of masturbation (reader getting off by thinking of Dazai & Dazai getting off by thinking of reader), use of clit vibrator, gender neutral reader however reader does have female parts, Dazai refers to reader as "Bella" aka his famous Belladonna petname, Dazai eating reader out, thigh hickeys

word count: a tad over 1.6k

You mentally curse yourself as you pull up to your apartment complex, putting the car in park. After turning off the car, you and Dazai begin heading up into your apartment. Of course of all the days in the world, the day you're assigned to help Dazai with a case is the day you leave all the documents you needed to give him at home. It already took you an entire week to convince Kunikida to let you take them home so you could continue work later into the night with the comfort of your own TV and snacks right at your fingertips. If only you had woken up ten or twenty minutes earlier, then you wouldn't have been rushing out the door this morning.

"Okay they should be-," your eyes widen at the disastrous sight that was awaiting you behind the door. "FUCK ME!" you exclaim as you throw your shoes at the entranceway, Dazai's faint laugher in the background as he follows your lead. "I promise it's usually this bad," you sigh as you turn to Dazai, turning back to the mess of an apartment in front of you. This week you promised to cat sit for your friend, assuring them the cat would feel right at home in your apartment. What your friend failed to mention was their cat's love for wrecking havoc in new places.

"It's cute~" Dazai chuckles as he looks around your messy yet cozy apartment. "You have a good eye for decor," he mentions as he begins walking around the living room, giving himself a self guided tour. You smile at his compliment, trying not to show how nervous having him in your apartment makes you.

It was pretty obvious to everyone at the office that you had a little crush on Dazai. I mean, how could you not? Not only was he beautiful, but he was funny and smart and so much deeper than the persona he puts on for the world. Something deep inside wants to unravel these layers he hides himself under, both literally with bandages and emotionally with his charming nature.

You only allowed yourself to fantasize so much about him though since you were unsure what he felt about you. Sure he flirted with you almost daily, but at what point is that Dazai just simply being Dazai? You always allowed yourself to indulge in his flirting advances, but never forgot that it was just a workplace crush.

"Shit and they were right here," you sigh, palm of your hand hitting your forehead in frustration as you stand in front of your desk. Dazai looked over your shoulder, scanning the desk covered in old papers, a random book, pictures of you and your friends, and random trinket. A small smile forms on his lips as he studies these items, imaging you sitting here at night hard at work. The thought made his heart skip a beat. You were too cute for your own good.

"Time to get searching then!" Dazai exclaims, a little too excited for your liking. However, he was right as these documents needed to be found as soon as possible. You began looking around the desk as Dazai trailed off to other rooms. Too focused on finding these documents and keeping your job, you didn't may much attention to him doing as he pleased. Dazai smiled and hummed to himself as he peaked into your bedroom, admiring how your personality was so clearly visible through your decor. He couldn't help himself as he began scanning your book shelf before moving to your bed, poking the random plushies threatening to fall off your bed. He then finds his way to your nightstand, chuckling at the random assortment of things you sleep by. After scanning the small table, he raises an eyebrow at the halfway opened top drawer. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opens the drawer fully. Oh and is he happy he did.

"Phew okay Dazai I found the papers! We should get going or else-," your jaw almost dropped as you stared at the sight in front of you. Never in a million years did you image you would walk into your bedroom to find Dazai sitting on your bed, twirling your vibrator lazily in his hand. "Put that away. We're leaving."

"But I didn't get a chance to play with my new toy," he pouts.

"Dazai, I'm being serious." You try not to show how embarrassed you are, knowing it will only fuel his flames.

"So I am," he smirks as you walk towards him, trying to take the vibrator from his hands. "Tell me Bella~ Tell me all the fantasies you have of me when playing with yourself~" he teased, waving the wand around. You go silent at his taunt, face feeling flushed as you try to get words out. I mean of course you can't help yourself some nights, allowing yourself to get fully lost in the idea of Dazai touching you, pleasuring you. His name leaving your mouth in a muffled whimper as you finally find release. But he didn't know this, right? Because that would be weird. You wanted to yell at him for even thinking such nasty things, but your face gave the truth away.

Dazai's heart nearly stopped beating as he watched you fight yourself at his taunts. You usually never get this worked up over him, that's when he realizes: you actually do get off to him. His head almost exploded at the thought of you alone in your room, desiring him and only him. He was only half way kidding when he made this comment to you, not realizing you felt as much for him as he did you. He's had a full blown crush on you since you began working for the agency, but never expected his advances to go anywhere. He also was guilty of getting himself off to thoughts of you, letting desire run rapidly through his veins most nights. However, he wrote it off as another sin he will one day have to answer for. He would have never expected you to commit the same sin. The idea drove him crazy. Without thinking, he pulled you by your shirt into a sloppy kiss.

Your eyes widen as he pulls you in suddenly, but it doesn't take long for you to melt into the kiss. He helped you get seated on his lap, your body slowly grinding against his as the kiss deepened. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hands tugging at his hair as you two continued making out on your bed, like two horny teenagers. The last thing on either your or Dazai's mind was getting back to the office as you felt a familiar wetness between your legs, and Dazai's hardening cock. The two of you pull away from each other's lips, a smile on his face as you pant.

"You're easy to get worked up~" he teased, making you roll your eyes and chuckle. Even in a heated moment he was too much, and you loved him for. "Here, let me help you." He shifts where he is sitting, lowering you onto your back. Once you're comfortably laying on your back, he slides your pants and underwear off so he can begin softly kissing your thighs. You whine as his lips leave soft, teasing kisses along your flesh.

"A-aah," you shut your eyes as he bites down on your inner thigh, sucking on the skin until a dark mark is formed. He chuckles before tracing the area with his tongue, leaving more soft kisses along this sensitive area of your body. "D-Dazai....please.....please touch me," you whine, becoming impatient as he repeats this process along your other thigh.

"How could I ever say no to you, ______~" he smiled as he turned the vibrator on, immediately finding the highest setting. You scream out as the toy made contact with your clit, an amused smile spreading across Dazai's face. He began moving the wand up and down, eyes glued to the way your body trembled as the vibrations shot through your body. Your hands began gripping the sheets as you quietly moaned out his name.

"That won't do," he sighed before applying more pressure to how he was holding the wand, increasing the vibrations on your clit.

"D-DAZAI!" you exclaim.

"Much better~" he teases as he continues playing with you, practically drooling at the sight of you. You're so close to coming, and Dazai can tell. You whine as he suddenly pulls the toy away from you, head shooting up to look at him and see what on earth he thinks he's doing.

"Dazai what the f-OH FUCK," you throw your head back as his mouth makes contact with your swollen clit. You moan as his tongue swirls around, his hands gripping your thighs to keep your legs wide open. You scream a mix of curses and his name as your legs shake, Dazai's face becoming slick with your juices. It doesn't take too long until you reach your climax, pulling at his hair as your thighs practically suffocate him. Dazai doesn't slow down, making your eyes roll back in pleasure as you ride out your high. Your legs continue to shake as you try to steady your breathing, watching as he sits up to wipe his face, massive grin shining on his face.

You smile up at him, starting to sit up yourself. "We should probably actually start hea-," you're cut off by him pushing you back down on the bed with one hand as his other hand begins undoing his belt.

"Oh, Bella," he smirks, "we're only getting started~"

[nettleshuttle]

why is masterpiece (first zexal op) the best out of all zexal openings? — asked, probably, no one ever, but it’s a very fine time to start brainrotting over it again.

but seriously, the lyrics are so good and i’m so mad i can’t understand the original, but the translations are also so good. i love how it’s generally focused on yuma and astral’s relationship, all these “to be honest, i was lonely before i met you” and “you were the only one to understand me”. obviously, it’s from yuma’s perspective and the whole opening, music and such, really fits his chaotic-good vibe. astral is described through “the kindness you gave me was strict, when we clashed i learned irritation”, which is honestly the best one-line summary of their relation i’ve seen so far. the fact that they’re so different, in almost every possible aspect, is underlined multiple times, as the main message is how these differences allow them to form something truly meaningful together (literally, “no one is exactly the same, because that's the reason for living” or “it can't be seen unless they're different, the landscape and the scenario”).

overall, the progress of their cooperation and mutual understanding is portrayed so prettily here: “it starts with recognizing our differences and dancing freely, the creation of heaven and earth”, is, well, just what the entire first arc is about. an alternate translation goes “we’re different, yet this is the wonder heavens have created” — i like to stick to something in between, i.e. yuma and astral’s union is what heaven and earth create; logically, astral stands for heaven because he’s from the astral world and yuma for earth. the thing created may either be zexal (as in zexal morph, you know the thing), or utopia, which is an even prettier metaphor. on the first duel they play together, utopia just sort of appears in yuma’s extra deck and while they create cards on the go multiple times afterwards, this is the first, original one that becomes the basis for everything else (besides: utopia is a philosophical concept of a perfect place where everyone can live happily without any disturbances and while the idea is realistically unattainable, it seems fitting for it to be “the creation of heaven and earth”. utopia itself (the monster) — aspiring emperor, hope — has some very-in-line connotations, if you ask me). either way, the title plainly suggests that whatever it is that they make together, it’s certainly a masterpiece (the lyrics back it up even more straightforwardly: “let's join together, piece by piece, it shines into a masterpiece”). i don’t think it needs much explaining, but a masterpiece is a) a work of outstanding skill (thanks, google) b) “a piece of work by a craftsman accepted as qualification for membership of a guild as an acknowledged master”. the latter is quite interesting in the utopia (monster) context, as it implies that the masterpiece they created marks the point of them switching to some advanced mode of work (more advanced dueling, for both of them) and gradually becoming more acknowledged in a way they can’t have achieved separately.

also the closing lines (when we disregard the chorus) — “when we reach the edge of the world, the view we see will be the truth”. once again, this imagery is just so damn pretty. i don’t know how much of it is made up in translation, but the first conditional/present tense contrast here looks so meaningful — they’re certain they will see a view at the edge of the world (whatever that one might symbolize, i’m not certain), but the view will be the truth (not e.g. the view we see is the truth, or the view we will see is the truth), like the truth part was a prediction — or it would be there only once they finished their journey and now they can only speculate (i’m digressing so much i hope it’s still understandable). the alternate translation here i really dislike (“towards the truth in the blue sky we glide, at this final moment we'll be right at each other's side”), as it loses all of what i’ve just mentioned. the second part is nice (i saw a “we’ll be together forever” version somewhere?), but now that i’ve finished the whole anime it just makes me angry because it turns out to be very much not true.

[carlplsrailme]

HII DAISY (with intention of making you witness my undying love for Carl) 🐈‍⬛🦈 ANON HERE I HAD THR MOST SEVERE BRAINROT YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS LMFOAOAOOO im so sorry in advance ily shawty 😕💗

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warnings: perv!carl, innocent!reader, fluffy carl, deranged ramblings, slight dubcon? (nothing too dark hes just a grabby lil guy), sort of ddlg-ish, corruption kink, horrible humor, female masturbation, carl helps out reader, mutual pining + "strictly friends" plot because i love that shit, nicknames like princess/baby/doll

(Carl is 18+ here, think S8/9) (he is alive in my mind 😻😻)

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perv!carl would 100% fr ong randomly grab you, like you'd be standing next to his chair at the table rambling about the first issue of some comic you found and wanting him to help you find the rest, and he keeps peeking at the hem of the tiny skirt you're wearing that keeps jumping up and down as you move excitedly, you're like "pleasepleaseplease you have to come with me and get the rest it ended on such a massive cliff- AAH" and hes looking at you like "ended on such a what?" with such an innocent face as if he didn't just shove his hand up your skirt and grab your upper thigh and ass in his big hand 😭 and you're just like "-hanger uh Carl what are you doing" and he starts groping at the flesh and so casually says "touching you princess, friends do that right?" knowing damn well you're thinking about stuff like holding hands or hugging

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perv!carl not letting you read the 18+ comics he has because "you're too sweet for this, its got naked people baby, can't let stuff like that pollute your pretty little head" 1, 2, 3...bingo  "please? just wan see a little?" and he can't say no to your doe eyes- well i mean thats the reaction he wanted from you anyway- knew he was going to get. i think it goes without saying that you were swirming in his lap the whole time you read as he held the book and turned the pages for you, hot breath on the back of your neck and between your legs

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sitting on perv♡carls leg one day as you watch tv and hes writing down stuff you guys need at home and he absentmindedly starts bouncing the leg you're sitting on, you didn't really notice anything other than a tingly feeling at first and now you're gently rubbing your soaked pussy onto his jeans thanking God he wore black ones today struggling to not move too much so he doesn't see you acting like a bunny in heat. You're up off his lap as everything starts to feel warmer and fuzzy, too scared to know whats going to happen next, a little "'m sleepy, gonna go upstairs" as you wobbly at first walk run  away into the shared bedroom and sit on the edge of your bed trying to will the feeling away. It doesn't help that Mr Eddie bear (EDDIE MUNSON REFERENCE???!??!?!?111!!11😱😱 *GONE WRONG* *POLICE CALLED*) your most beloved teddy is staring at you with his beady little eyes saying "hump me! hump me!" he wasn't doing that at all he was just looking at you and you thought of recreating your little activity with Carl onto him, he was right about the comics polluting your pretty head 😕

Carl didn't really hear your soft whimpers coming from upstairs, the hem of your tshirt you hapharzedly bit on muffling the sounds, but as he neared the door - he didn't mean to hear them, he just wanted his gun so he could get your comics for you - he hears your soft sobs coming through the tiny crack in the door which you didn't fully close. This man thinks your crying at first, goes over every single thing he did that day incase he was the cause of it but all of a sudden snapping out of that once he hears your aah and then a frustrated whine. He likes to think he didn't start palming himself over his jeans at the sight of you in your blush underwear with a little red bow and lace edges, white teeshirt soaking at the hem from your spit, messy hair framing your flushed face covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Small hands gripping into the comforter as you grinded your hips down onto Mr Eddie Bears poor, now soaked face, eyes squeezed shut under your furrowed eyebrows. He whimpers a little thinking hes never seen anything prettier, even in your feral state which he unknowingly caused, you're the most beautiful thing hes ever laid his eye(s) on. He then fingered you till you bit him and cried and then fell asleep on him afterward ☺☺

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perv!carl cumming in your underwear and making you wear it, loooooves watching you turn pink everytime you sit down and squirm feeling his warm fluids under you.

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Not perv!carl idk what to call thsi one😞 but Carl letting you shave his face, you're sitting on the bathroom counter with your tongue poked out and eyes squinting narrow as you drag the razor gently up his jaw. Hes holding your waist and watching you do this with so much concentration, loves your little whine and then giggle when he boops you, getting shaving cream onto your nose (sobbing qnd weeping)

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Sitting on Carls lap as he fingers you and you jerk him off, then lick his cum off your fingers while he looks at you flabbergasted, "tastes like ice cream" you say softly with a little giggle - you're gonna have to use your hands again -

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SLEEPING WITH HIM RAAAAHHHH hes the biggest softest warmest cuddlyest big perfect boy to cuddle with or just sleep on, I like to imagine lying on him like a ducking koala bear - legs on either side of his hips, arms around his neck and your face squished into his, hes got his arms around your waist holding you tight so you don't slip off (like thats even possible)

every now and then you rub your nose into his cheek like a cat, long gone into dreamland whispering his name among some other incoherent words

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Carl. Just Carl yes thats all, Carl

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Carl Monstercock Grimes fucking you missionary, your legs are hiked up and wrapped around his hips, one arm around his neck and the other lying limp like the rest of your body. Hes lying on top of you, keeping you down with his weight as he fucks in and out of you, hitting that one spot which makes you go all stupid over and over and over again, you're not even sure how long its been or how many times you've cum at this point. You can feel him so deep inside of you, literally no thoughts just Carl♡Carl♡Carl♡

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Carl making you suck his dick out in the open, your bare knees are on the rough pebbles getting rubbed raw as he fucks your face. He cums and you swallow it all and he picks you up off the ground to your feet like a little doll. Feelsbadman when he sees your cut up red and pink knees, makes you back against the wall as he gets onto his knees and kisses yours better - Now in his defense you shouldn't have worn a skirt he got a peak up of so easily - so technically he isn't to blame for your trembling thighs around his shoulders as you cum on his mouth and fingers 😊

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sorry if this is much or you don't like these asks, i wont share if you dont wish to see these <33

OK BYEBYE SWEETIE, THANK YOU FOR DOING GODS WORK WITH THIS ACCOUNT HAVE A LOVELY DAY ILY BYEBYE 💗💗💗🐈‍⬛🦈🐈‍⬛🦈🐈‍⬛🦈

omg..why way i CACKELED AT THAT DUMBASS YOUTUBE TITLE OF EDDIE OAIRGOIERHGOEIRHGAERHG i fr needed a moment.

but DAMN cat shark, girl you really just wrote a whole ass book and dipped. I KNOW this has been in your head for a while LMAWEIFA

but this is amazing omg <3 thank you for taking the time to write this babes!! <3

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Thoughts on Naoya as a cocky professor?

pairing: professor!naoya x fem!reader

No, I love this.

Such a good brainrot esp since school is in session. I literally picture him as some econ professor, like he's teaching Introduction to Mathematical Economics or Advanced Macroeconomics. Super hard class, and it's like he's proud of the low average. Boasts no one will pass his midterms.

And you already know that he's sexist towards the female students (not that there's many) He ignores you when you raise your hands, but will pick on you when he's asking a particularly hard problem.

you don't know what his problem is. he's mean to everyone, but he's especially mean to you. maybe if you were paying closer attention, you'd notice how his eyes linger on your legs when you wear those short skirts. he thinks you're an utter tease, a braindead bimbo in his class. what's the point? okay maybe you were a little smart, but why go through all this effort when you could just find a rich man to take care of you.

and a smirk will etch slowly across on his face when you're stuttering because fuck, how were you supposed to know that? but you're a smart girl. after all, you've made it into this class. this university. you're a force to be reckoned with.

you study all night. all week. you eat, sleep, breathe economics, market trends, backward bending supply curves of labor, and you especially read all the damn papers he's published. it's infuriating. he's so fucking cocky, but he's also published his first paper when he was your age. you know he's young, nothing like the tenured dinosaurs of the department. you want to blame it on his family name, the damn zen'in legacy. bc it hurts to admit there's a brain somewhere behind that stupidly pretty face and winged liner.

he's asking a question. unbeknownst to your classmates, it's something he's written about. you know he doesn't expect to actually know the right answer, and this is just an opportunity for him to suck his own dick. but you know he'll still call on you. you play your part well enough, you flutter your eyelashes and have that nervous cross-stricken look on your face like you had no idea.

he's already sneering, snake-like eyes narrowed, zeroing in at the amount of thigh exposed under that impossibly frilly skirt. jesus, you come to class dressed like that? a harsh response is already on his tongue but he's cut off by you.

you, who recited a line of his own paper back at him. he schools his features right away but you saw that split-second flash of surprise and shock. for some reason, it feels like the rest of the class melts away. you only see him and he only sees you. it's a lecture hall and the space between you feels finite.

he moves on from the topic with an agility you could never hope to possess. but before that, you could swear you heard a good girl spoken from his mouth like the softest sigh. you didn't even know his voice could be soft, that it didn't have to be biting and cruel all the time.

maybe you were expecting an immature outburst of some sorts, and not begrudging respect. no, this could not yet be called respect. but it was better than nothing.

wait. why do you care about his approval so much?

you're pacing back and forth outside the door, the glass embossed with his name in golden letters. would it be stupid to go? this was the only time slot when you were free and the gsi's wouldn't be able to help you.

office hours are completely normal. professors encourage students to come in. so you should just go inside. he's your professor, he's here to help.

maybe it should have struck you as odd that there was no one else. that he asked you to close the door behind you. that he read your paper over your neck, his breath ghosting on the shell of your ear. spindly fingers over your palm, assuming the gesture to point out errors.

he's courteous. professional. not nice by any means but not snarky either. cold. you almost miss his fire. but maybe it's better this way, and besides, you're already getting way too distracted. he smells insufferably good, and while he's touching you in a way that could only be as interpreted as platonic, your heart is R-A-C-I-N-G.

"you seem flushed." he remarks, bringing an icy hand to your forehead. you could have died right there. dead and descended to hell.

"are you sick?" he asks, a smile creeping on his handsome face, "or are you just nervous about me?"

now you're sputtering the word no.

there's a hand on your thigh. moving up and down in teasing strokes.

"should i give you a reason to be nervous then?"

[ushisrever]

Food Rivals

Pair: Miya Osamu x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Content: rivals to lovers, very suggestive, morning after 

Word Count: 2.1k 

Summary: What happens when you suddenly wake up in the morning to find your business rival sleeping soundly beside you? 

A/n: Okay…I have no idea how this end up at around 2k hahahah.  I kind of just end up writing it.  Even if I want to finish it, the ideas just kept coming lol.  Maybe it’s because of my Miya twins brainrot LOL.  This is my piece for @kirakirasaku ‘s rainy love collab.

Taglist: @sunarent @sunarinnie @amarinthe @apricitobio @kenmakozumeswifey​ @crystal-lilac @moontxz

When you find yourself a rival, there are certain rules you have to follow to make sure it's a fair fight.  No crossing the line or else it can take you and your rival to some pretty nasty arguments that can cause both sides some damage.  You are strict about following these through to make sure that nothing goes wrong. 

Though...it should also be placed in the rules (whether it be in smaller letters somewhere in between rules) that you should never ever sleep with your rival.  That's an important and unspoken rule that must be followed.  You're firm on that.

But then…

Why are you in bed with discarded clothes, and your rival's, Miya Osamu, arm draped on your waist? Not to mention as well...he's clothes are long gone as well.  

It took you a full five minutes to even remember every detail as to how you end up waking in this situation.  And you find it really ridiculous that all it took was a few shots of alcohol from the both of you, and a few cheesy pick up lines said by you and him to take you to where you are now.  

And it's even more ridiculous that somewhere deep inside you, you like what you're seeing.  His peaceful sleeping face has the same similar beauty as when you catch a glimpse of him in his apron and selling onigiris.  The onigiris you've been rivaling against with your delicious taiyaki place. 

Two famous snack restaurants are placed side by side with each other.  And for two years, you two have been rivaling each other with who gets more customers even if you two sell different food. 

Rivals.

You two are rivals.

Supposedly be rivals. 

Then...why did you sleep with him? 

You groan and cut yourself from silently admiring his face by moving away from him.  Though, before you even get to do so, his arm on you pulls you closer to him.  Your eyes widened in shock and definitely just froze as you felt more of his skin against yours.  

"It's not safe to go home yet.  It's raining," he mumbles.  

You didn't even notice that until he mentioned it.  You look over his shoulder and to the window.  It is raining.  

"I...I'm taking the taxi.  So..please, let me go," those words are supposed to be stern and firm, yet it came out soft as if you're coaxing him.  

He softly smiles with his eyes still closed. His pulls you even closer. “It’ll be difficult to get a taxi”

"Are you that eager to leave after last night's...activity? " He chuckles.  This time he slowly opens his eyes.  

He's too close.  Too damn close.  You're not even sure if he can feel or hear your heart pounding against your chest, but you're not going to let this little situation get the better of your rivalry with him.  You then push away and sit up with the blanket covering half of your body.  

"Let's um...let's forget whatever happened last night.  I’m leaving once the rain stops," you turn and put your legs hanging by the edge of the bed.  You try to reach for the shirt a few steps away from the bed without having to stand up.  

"What specifically forget? The one where you flirted and made the advances before we even got ourselves drunk OR the fact that we had sex," you then stop and turn to him with a frown.

"Are you saying I initiated it?  When did I ever flirt with you?" You retort back. "You were the one who said those cheesy pick up lines," you added. 

"But you liked it," Osamu chuckles. 

"I didn't like it," you snarl back. 

"You expect me to believe that after last night?" Osamu then sits up straight and ruffles his bed hair.  For a moment your eyes travel down his upper body, but turn away before you dig yourself a grave.  

Though, here's the thing...the moment you even attempt to stand up you suddenly feel that soreness slash pain on your lower back and legs.  As a result, you end up sitting back down on the bed.  You stifle your groan at the sudden pain.  

Well...shit.  You thought.  

The shirt is not in arms reach.  All you could really do is just look at the shirt and have some miraculous moment for it to move closer.  You didn't even notice Osamu getting up from the bed and getting dressed.  

You only blink from your thoughts when he stands in front of you and places a folded shirt and shorts for you to wear.  

"I'll throw in our clothes from last night in the laundry.  I'll put yours in the dryer as well," he simply said before he picks up the scattered clothes on the floor.  Before you can even tell him no, he's already leaving the room with your used clothes.  

You then are left with no choice but to put on the clothes.  And so, you try again to stand up and this time you manage to do so.  Still feeling the soreness, you walk towards the door.  However, as you open the door, you find Osamu standing in front of you.  

He doesn't even let you think first before he's suddenly scooping you in a bridal style. 

"What the- put me down!" You said trying to squirm away.  However, he doesn't budge a bit.  He just settles you on one of the high chairs by the kitchen counter before he walks to the refrigerator to get some ingredients. 

"What are you doing?" You frown.

"What do you think? I'm making breakfast," he smirks.  He puts out a few vegetables and eggs. 

"What? Is this your way to saying you're a better cook than me?" You cross your arms. 

Osamu shakes his head in disbelief and looks at you. "Can't I just cook breakfast for the two of us? " 

You did not reply at all and simply looked away.  It's not because of some weird pride from losing to him.  Well, maybe it's that, but rather it's that weird pounding on your chest that's making you turn away.  

Jerk. You thought.  

A rival shouldn't be cooking for their rival.  A rival should be looking like he's tending to them after a probable one night stand.  A rival shouldn't act too sweet for your own heart. 

You then just watch the rain through the balcony.  The gloomy feeling and pattering sound rather makes you a bit more relaxed than usual.  It's as if this is the main reason why you're not even the slightest bothered by this situation.  It all just feels too...warm. 

"Do you hate me that much to not even try to converse with me?" Osamu cuts you from your thoughts.  You turn to him. 

"I don't hate you.  Who said I do?" You raised your eyebrows. "We're just...rivals. Rivals are supposed to remain...rivals….not sleep with each other after some oddly weird flirting," 

"What kind of rival rule book are you reading?  I don't think there's any rule that says we can't be attracted to each other, yet still rival each other in business," Osamu begins cutting vegetables.  He looks up at you.

"In fact...some married people are like that.  They fight each other over certain things, yet they are still head over hills for each other," he added then goes back to cutting the vegetables. 

"Are you saying we're like a married couple?" You scoff.

"That's what Atsumu said," Osamu chuckles. 

You scoff and just look down at the ingredients on the counter. 

"If it weren’t for your weird love sick twin brother, I wouldn't have had to deal with his antics...hence...this...happening at all," You mumbled to yourself. You don't even know what you're saying.  It's not you to just try to find people to blame or things to blame.  You'll take responsibility for your mistakes no matter what.  However this...this, you can't seem to swallow in and actually and partly take the responsibility of the outcome.  

Perhaps...you're just at complete...disbelief or not believe the fact that you are here in his apartment, wearing his clothes in the morning after, and waiting for him to cook breakfast - which were all once…a passing dream.

"So…is that you’re saying you never even liked what happened last night? Even for one bit,” He stops and looks up at you.  You blush then for a second and look back at the soothing rain. 

Then, for a second, you hear rustling.  You then find him standing in front of you with a gaze that just makes your heart flutter.  A gaze you’ve been ignoring for a while now at the thought that maybe you’re just being delusional. 

“Stop looking at me lik-”

“I like you,” He blurts out. 

Your gaze then shoots up at him.  Your heart practically stops beating for a while. 

“Okay. What?” 

“I like you,” he bluntly said. “It’s been awhile now, I think.  Though, I know for sure you wouldn’t even  believe one bit of it because all you ever do is talk about business or Atsumu’s lovesick annoying behaviour towards your best friend or practically rival me with anything I do,” he looks down on the floor for a while with a hand scratching the back of his neck. 

You don’t answer at all.

“So..um…well…at the party…when you seem to just…not even talk about any of those in the slightest…and not to mention reply back to my weird flirting, I was thrilled.  Believe me! Our little turn of events last night wasn’t really some whole plan or something.  I just…you know…like…it led to one thing or another…you were there,” He then slowly looks up at your still surprised face.  Your eyes just study his own as if trying to find some lie in it. 

However, when you can feel and see for sure that it seems this rival of yours is telling the truth all you could say is “Well, shit,” 

You look away to compose yourself, then back at him. 

You sigh. “You don’t have to explain to me how we got to having sex last night.  I was there. I was the one…who kinda…initiated it. BUT!” You gulp for a second. 

“About the liking part…I-” 

“I know…I know you don’t like me-” He cuts off, but you immediately cut him off by covering his mouth. 

“Let me finish first,” you glare. 

He nods innocently.  You pull your hand away from his mouth immediately. 

“About the liking part…okay…fine…I…I may admit I had a teensy bit…crush on for sometime now.  Well…who wouldn’t really?” you nervously chuckled. “You’re handsome. Though…other than that…you seem proper,”

“Proper?” 

“You know….like…you’re a gentleman.  Career oriented, I guess. Sweet,” When you find that little smile slipping on his lips, you turn away with a blush. 

“And maybe our little conversation last night, I guess I find it rather…nice,” You admitted.  You’re really bad at this.  The whole confession to someone. 

Then, silence sinks in. The rain blanketing whatever atmosphere is building up between the two of you.

“So…I guess since we both seem to like each other…in that way…perhaps, we can try? It doesn’t hurt, right?” Osamu smiles.  As you feel him take a step closer the more you can’t seem to look at him at all.  His thumb suddenly caresses  your cheek, making you look at him. 

The way he looks at you just honestly does not make you sit still on your chair.  When silence is about to hint, Osamu asks the question again.  It’s not that you’re planning to say no.  It’s just that-

“Okay. Um…listen…so…I am not as much of an expert at confessing to someone or someone confessing to me, so I have no idea how this works.  Do I just nod or-?” You chuckle nervously.  You don’t even remember a time when anyone actually showed interest in you.  It’s always your friends you see be confessed to or your friends telling you about all these things.  You thought there seems to be some kind of process into it, but now…you honestly don’t have any idea what to do after you confessed. 

“You can simply just answer my question.  Can I take you out on a date?” He gives that smile once more. 

Well, here you are.  It doesn’t hurt to try, right? You like him. He likes you. What more is there in this little situation.

“I can’t believe I’m dating my rival,” you chuckle. 

Though, supposedly Osamu wants to take you to a famous cafe for your first date tomorrow.  However, in all honesty, you think your first  date happens to be in his apartment.  You rather want to consider that as your first date.  Rain is pouring in.  You two are sitting beside each other on the couch eating breakfast and watching the rain pour down.  A blanket covering both of your bare legs. The two of you share each other’s warmth. Yup…you would rather consider this as your first date with your rival. 

A lovely romantic yet cozy date with your rival, Miya Osamu. 

Eventually...after years that have passed with you holding his hands, rain becomes a memory of how everything started.  Instead of a sunny day becoming a memory for a couple that bloomed, the rainy day becomes a comfort and warmth to your ever growing relationship.  

I guess rivals can fall in love.

NIA’S MASTERLIST

[lemliv]

You've given me brainrot on your au so of course I'm going to ramble about an Idea I had for one of my favourite cc's- (Im just rambling, not suggesting stuff you can ignore and delete, legit this shits lonk-) I know Sam's probably going to be in a game like prison architect or The escapist but the thought of popping candy or poprocks sam,,,, His cart is pretty advanced, being one of the redstoners on the server, and it can scatter these poprocks on the ground? Like spike trap in pokemon and they slow people down but if Sam runs over them it sort of gives him a speed boost because of his wheels and it doesn't disappear when people run over it? It has a limited amount of uses, 2 on the smallest maps and 3 on the larger ones, 4 max on something like rainbow-roads shit because it's a double-edged sword- (players who win as him that day unlock the wheels to modify on someone else's cart for that roster that day so they get to use the speedboosts when not playing as him).

The downside being the wheels have bad grip for corners and turns, going off the course sometimes because of this. He's got bad controls for new players and very finicky. Most likely a middle-higher character to play as because of the terrible grip on the wheels.

Additionally, I feel like he'd be able to concentrate the poprocks into an attack that does the same but are used up. One shot per race that splays randomly and hits those in front of him. Very good for if he's in last place. I feel like advanced players would somehow find a way to like, push him forward on a map with it? Like they'd fire it at a corner with a wall and propell themselves over poprocks on the ground or something for a hella glitched but big boost because there's gotta be some broken gameplay-

Lines-wise I love the thought of him having a 20-10 position line when Ponk comes in the top 5/3, the one from the red banquet where he says 'you look so beautiful right now' and it's really fuckin' quiet, like the music overpowers it but you can just hear it. Pain. I have no other ideas for winning lines though.

Butbutbut! I do like the idea of him having a winning animation where Fran runs up to him and he catches her because he adores that dog so damn much. Like, If you've never watched Sam, think of how attached to Friend Ghostbur was, basically that but a little less.

nd yeah, Sam is just a favourite cc of mine and I had to word-vomit this stuff- yeah bye sorry for the long askbox thingy your au is so cool >_>

I appreciate all ideas when it deserves to be posted >:]!!! But yes this is very swag even if I can’t properly form sentences rn

[fuwahiko]

me again, with 7am kuzuhina brainrot. and it's fluffy! i promise there is 0 angst this time! but listen, fuyuhiko taking hajime on an absolutely absurdly fancy date. I'm talking private cars, a booth in a stupid fancy restaurant (the kind that doesn't even LIST prices for things), he just goes ALL OUT on EVERYTHING from start to finish

omggggg I love this <3

I like the idea of this being a sort of spontaneous thing, like not for any particular reason. Fuyuhiko just felt like doing something fancy and treating Hajime. :)

Fuyuhiko texts Hajime a few days in advance saying he wants to take him on a date and they agree a time for Fuyuhiko to come and pick Hajime up. Fuyuhiko tells Hajime to look sharp, but gives him no further details. Hajime is curious and maybe a little nervous, but he’s excited for it!

A few days later, in the evening, and it’s time for the date, but Hajime certainly wasn’t expecting a large fancy black car that looked like it belonged to a celebrity to show up outside his house!

Fuyuhiko steps out, wearing a different suit than usual; it’s mostly black, but with a fancy-looking white floral pattern across one side of the jacket, and he’s wearing more rings on his fingers than he usually does, some of which Hajime hasn’t seem before. He’s carrying a large bouquet of black and white roses along with some other types of flowers mixed in that Hajime can’t identify. Fuyuhiko hands the flowers over to Hajime and gently tugs on Hajime’s tie so he can reach up to give Hajime a brief kiss. Hajime can feel his cheeks turning pink.

“Woah uh, what’s the occasion?” Hajime asks.

“No occasion, I just wanted to treat you” Fuyuhiko replies, smirking a little.

Hajime feels a little underdressed all of a sudden; he’s wearing a suit too but it’s a pretty simple dark blue one that doesn’t look nearly as classy. Fuyuhiko assures him he looks handsome though, and he relaxes a little.

They get into the car together and Hajime still has no idea where he’s being taken to. Fuyuhiko tells him he’ll just have to wait and find out. Hajime notices that there’s a small compartment filled with different kinds of alcohol situated between their seats. Damn, this car is fancy as hell.

They head into a part of the city that looks ridiculously high class and pull up outside a huge white building that looks like it’s out of some kind of romance movie. Fuyuhiko notices Hajime is beginning to look a bit overwhelmed so he takes his hand and gives it a little squeeze to reassure him.

When they enter the restaurant it’s a lot darker inside than Hajime was expecting and he discovers that the tables are all split into their own separate rooms as well. It actually feels... sort of comforting? A pretty woman in a white dress and heels greets them and shows them to the room their table is in and makes sure they’re comfortable. She also takes the bouquet and places it in a tall vase on one side of the table. Finally she hands them a menu each, tells them to summon her when they are ready to order or if they need anything else, and then leaves them to decide what to eat.

Everything on the menu sounds incredible and Hajime struggles to choose between all the options. Fuyuhiko sneakily glances up from his menu to see his boyfriend’s amazed expression and he smiles to himself at how cute Hajime looks.

When the food arrives Hajime looks like a little kid that’s just seen a real life unicorn; his eyes are wide and shining and Fuyuhiko swears he even saw his ahoge do a little dance. As soon as Hajime takes a bite of his food he looks like he’s about to ascend to heaven. Fuyuhiko giggles at him and then begins to eat as well, making sure to still keep an eye on Hajime as he does so because he wants to make sure he doesn’t miss any of his adorable expressions. Fuyuhiko offers to let Hajime try a bit of his food as well, and there’s no way Hajime was saying no to that.

They order dessert after they’re done with the main course and the desserts look almost too perfect to eat, but Fuyuhiko digs in just about as quickly as one would expect. About midway through he catches Hajime eyeing up his food, not even trying to be discreet, so he grabs a spoonful and offers it to him to try.

When they’re done eating they stay for a while longer to have a couple more drinks and chat about the meal and what they’ve both been up to recently, and Hajime is so happy and grateful that Fuyuhiko went to all this trouble to put such an amazing date together and take him somewhere so incredible.

“Hey, next time we go on a date it’s gonna be my turn to take you somewhere!” Hajime declares as they head out of the restaurant. Fuyuhiko laughs. “You’re thinking about the next date already? Sure, I look forward to it.” The car has just pulled up again by the time they’re out of the building, and Hajime leans down to give Fuyuhiko a kiss on the cheek before they both step in and head back to Hajime’s house.

Hajime kept his flowers by the window in his room and looked after them well, thinking about their date every time he looked at them. <3

[heartthrummed-a]

@chisupa​ asked: Let’s go Oijun bc brainrot is big for them atm (accepting this and this)

Gives nose/forehead kisses: I’d say both, but if I had to pick one, maybe Jun on the basis that he does, in fact, enjoy kissing all over Tooru’s face to kiss his freckles. Gets jealous the most: They both seem like they could get pretty jealous tbh but like. Jun do got issues. Maybe him. Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Jun on account of the fact that he straight up just refuses to drink. Takes care of on sick days: Tooru, as Jun is the “keep going until you drop dead” type. Then again, both of them seem that type. But Jun’s not as great at the whole ‘taking care of other’s thing.  Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Neither, because Tooru can’t swim and Jun won’t push it. He’ll hold Tooru in his arms in the water and make sure he stays upright if Tooru himself chooses, however. Gives unprompted massages: Tooru! Jun tries sometimes but he’s not the spontaneous type. Drives/rides shotgun: We joked about this earlier but Jun will just walk while Tooru rides his bicycle klsdmglkm Brings the other lunch at work: Maybe Tooru, though Jun’s work usually has him either traveling for shoots and shows or actively performing, so it’s a bit difficult. Has the better parental relationship: Both of their dads are terrible I cannot give you an answer here Tries to start role-playing in bed: Probably Tooru if it’s to be either of them Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Tooru, but Jun thinks it’s hilarious and will record it at any opportunity Still cries watching Titanic: Tooru by default because Jun doesn’t care for Titanic and struggles sitting still for movies anyway Firmly believes in couples costumes: Tooru. Probably has to wheedle Jun into doing couples costumes with him but at least he gives in eventually. Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Both?? Definitely Jun, at least. He’s got a habit of wanting to spoil people close to him. It might be Hiyori’s fault, for several reasons.  Makes the other eat breakfast: Jun! He never skips breakfast because he damn well needs that energy, plus he’s always up early enough since he always goes on a morning run. So if Tooru isn’t already up as well, Jun will wake him up gently at a decent hour and remind him to eat breakfast, and makes sure he does. Remembers anniversaries: Tooru. Sometimes they just slip Jun’s mind for a little bit with how busy he is, unless he’s planned something in advance. Brings up having kids: Tooru?? I don’t know, but Jun would say that’s for the distant future anyway. He’d definitely like to adopt a kid eventually, but there’s way too much on his plate as long as he’s still an idol, as far as he’s concerned.

Who said “I love you” first: Explicitly? Tooru. Though they both kind of said it without actually saying it beforehand. [gestures to Discord] Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Both! Jun’s adamant about hiding his from other people though, just in case they say or start some shit, because he will throw hands if they have anything to say about Tooru. Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Tooru! It always makes Jun laugh though, and he’s started to do it in turn. Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Tooru, and Jun adores each and every one. Though it does go both ways. Who initiated the first kiss: Jun, in a fit of ‘fuck this no kissing on the lips rule, I’m in love’ Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Jun, when he comes home from his morning runs if Tooru is still asleep. Who starts tickle fights: Probably Tooru, but Jun is determined to win nonetheless! Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Also Tooru, and Jun literally never says no. Unless he has an injury he’s trying to hide (from shows or sports or anything). Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Both, I think, but they both also probably tried to hide it and stick to those suave facades of theirs ldskgmlfhm Who kills/takes out the spiders: Jun, but he does usually try to just take them out. He’ll kill them if he has to though, and it depends on the situation too. Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Tooru, as again, Jun won’t drink. He is, however, embarrassed every time.