kiss me & i might drop dead

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ꪶꫂ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ITS FEMININE INTUITION

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hi, im yami! Twentyone years young & this is my blog!

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Guys… I need a country boy BAD

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I have a knack for missing out on all the drama and I’d like to think it’s the universe looking out for me

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I’ve never had a boyfriend and I really don’t know how to act when a guy shows me genuine interest like LMAOOO HELP

I met a guy at my cousins wedding (he’s liked me for a bit I know this) but tonight he complimented me (it was very nice and respectful) and then asked for my number to which I said get it from my cousin (LMFAOO WHY??)

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NVM LMAOOOO

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Going on vacay so if I’m absent sorryy

[bowtiepasta]

“what’s this all about, hmm?” while they crouch down to your level and gently swipe at your tears

[kupal1nka]

dune au

[lenessence]

𖦹 connie springer loves orange sherbet because of you.

it was a hot day in spring a very long time ago when connie first heard of an odd type of ice cream called sherbet. apparently you'd had it before and really loved the orange flavor from a shop that the two of you passed on the way to the park.

anything you liked must have been perfect, so connie agreed to try it without any complaints. you'd been so happy to hear that, even staring him down as he held the spoon in his hand, hesitancy creeping up in him. seeing you as excited as you were made the new adventure all that more exhilarating.

as soon as the icy cool texture hit his tounge, he almost died right away. the texture, the flavor, it all was so soft and summery.

when he hold you how awesome it was, you jumped up and down in excitement, almost dropping your own cup. it was that moment exactly where connie realized just how badly he wanted to marry you, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

every weekend since then all those years ago, the two of you get orange sherbet, and never anything else, before going about your day together. it's the best part of his week and connie thinks that even if he hated orange sherbet, he would still have it every saturday afternoon just to be with you.

i freaking love orange sherbet if u haven't had it you have got to try, for connie ofc 🤭

nav.

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༄↟𖠰⋆ᨒ ོ ˚camping with jean

NOTE! jean x reader. reader might be oc idk. want to go camping. weird cause i hated it growing up.

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he drives the whole way, no matter how long it is. and even if you insist you can drive, he simply nods and hops back into the driver's seat.

he looks good, too. no matter how long you've been on the road, he somehow manages to look good.

he wears those loose flannels, with a basic tee underneath, and his hair is never done. he has no time to gel it or any want to, but because of that, he's constantly running his fingers through it.

he sets up the tent by himself, happy for you to watch him, and he won't say it out loud, but he loves the way you oggle at his arms when he does take the flannel off.

he's up early in the morning, making a cup of coffee, and when you step out of the tent in his flannel, he kisses you with lips that taste of pine and grass.

he holds your hands tightly on the trails and hikes. cautions you on where you're stepping and adjusts the hat on your head.

he dives into cold lakes, shaking his head like wet dog on purpose to get you wet. and then drags you in despite the protests, but he'll hold you against his chest when you shiver.

carries a dispoable camera (not his actual one, he doesn't want to risk it) and takes photos of the scenery (you).

laughs when you scream about an animal noise.

chops wood as the sunsets and when he's done, he carefully pulls you into his arms pressing kisses against your head.

and by the end of the, the two of you cuddle up in the same sleeping bag, smelling of smoke and outside but content.

his big ass would probably break the sleeping bag

[ottocre]

˚✶ * a neighborly favor or your neighbor just keeps making delicious smelling food

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    there is always some kind of delicious scent permeating through your apartment complex’s building. a mix of spices that waft through your front door and never fail to make your hungry. sometimes a sweet smell would cut through, immediately causing you to crave some pint of ice cream or a thick plate of waffles. and today was quickly becoming no different.

  laying in bed, you had already called off work when the smell of a thick wall of garlic and basil hit your nose despite how stuffy you’ve been. you drowsily sit up, eased by the familiar, comforting scent. you’ve always had somewhat silly ideas when you’re affected by both a lack of sleep and some sort of illness. which is why you gingerly get out of bed, following the scent in hopes your (hopefully) nearby neighbor will share some of their lunch. 

  the scent was strongest in your living room by your balcony. unlocking your balcony door, you step out to a waft of other savory scents, steam coming from your neighbor’s balcony door. leaning on your railing, you can practically feel the spices decongesting you. “hello?” you call out, however between the fan he has running inside and your sore throat, it barely carried through the wind.

  “hello!” you try to speak a little louder, holding your arm out over your railing in hopes he can see your shadow moving out of the corner of his eye.

  after standing there and waving for a solid thirty seconds, your drowsy mind forfeits any chance of him discovering you on your balcony. so you reach for your balcony’s door handle, ready to shut it behind you when the fan shuts off in the kitchen. whipping your head around faster than you could’ve imagined, you watch as he leans out of his open back door, pulling an earbud out of his ear.

  “is everything alright?” he’s standing with one hand on the door frame, a professional looking apron seemingly tied behind his back.

  his question comes before he fully sees you, in your ill-consumed state. however, when he does, his eyebrows furrow, shoulders dropping. “sorry to bother you, i am just sick as hell and whatever you’re making smelled really.. really good,” you start, narrowing your eyes slightly at the bright sun behind him, “but, i won’t bother you anymore, sorry.”

  you give him a small wave, hurrying back into your living room and shutting the balcony door before he can get another word out. standing with your back against the door, you shake your head, wondering how you could’ve let your ill-minded self do something so embarrassing. 

  pushing yourself off of the door, you grab a blanket from your couch, scurrying over towards the freezer to hopefully find some frozen meal that could possibly sustain your newly built up appetite. pulling open the door, there’s a scarce variety of vegetables, ice cream, and breakfast pieces for your busier mornings. 

  sighing, you shut the freezer door and open the fridge, still smelling the savory scents from next door. leftovers probably too far gone sit amidst ingredients for meals, something you’ve decided you’re too far gone to accomplish. your shoulders drop as you shut the door, figuring you may be able to order some delivery and simply have them leave it at the door. 

  heading back to your room to grab your phone, you hear a gentle knock on your apartment door. staring back at the door, you start to wonder if you imagined it. until a soft ‘hello’ is quickly followed after that. you stare at the door for a few seconds, pinching the bridge of your nose as you ponder who could be bothering you on this very day.

  maybe kiyoko, bringing some sweets from the bakery, or perhaps it’s kageyama who offered to bring some milk after seeing the start of your sickness. walking up to the door, you turn the knob, only to be surprised by the sight of your neighbor. what looks like a handmade ceramic bowl is held within his hand, steam coming up from it. 

  “my ma always used to say soup can heal anything,” he holds the bowl out towards you, a soup spoon dipped into the red-tinted liquid. chunks of food swirl around within it.

  “oh- oh, you didn’t have to do that. i, wow, that is really kind of you,” you let go of the blanket over your shoulders, leaving it to drape over your shoulders and keep you warm. your fingers brush his as you grab the bowl from him, the warmth carries through the bowl and against your palms.

  shrugging his shoulders, he scratches the back of his neck. an apron is draped over his chest and thighs. an embroidered symbol catches your eye, maybe referring to a business logo. “it’s no problem at all,” he bows quickly, hands clasped together, “i’ve been testing recipes recently and my brother can only eat so much.”

  “well, i will return this to you shortly, and the next time i bake something or- or if you need anything if you can’t leave the house, let me know,” you try to smile despite the pressure from your congestion. 

  smiling back at you, your neighbor nods before walking back into his open doorway. closing your door quickly thereafter, you instantly smell the soup wafting through the air. there’s a unique nostalgic way the smell hits your nose, the steam pushing past your congestion. your hand is quick to pick up the soup spoon, slurping up the small portion of soup.

  “oh holy shit,” your words come out quietly, the taste saturates your tongue and the back of your throat, the light spice hitting just the right spots. 

  the soup worked exactly like your mother claimed it would, helping clear you up for the most part the following morning. taking in a deep breath, you smell another batch of something savory coming from your neighbor’s house. grabbing his bowl and soup spoon, you open your balcony’s door, stepping out into the fresh air. 

  leaning over your railing, you give a quick ‘hello’, waving your free hand out back his open balcony door. he’s quicker to respond this time, yelling back that he’ll be there in a second. resting your elbows on your railing, you stare out at the bright morning sky. 

  “what can i do for ya?” he brings your attention back to him, hanging out of his balcony door.

  looking back at him, you hold up his bowl and spoon. “i just wanted to return these to you, washed and dried. and tell you your mother was right, i feel way better today,” you wait for him to grab the bowl from you, trying to hold a smile.

  “well, actually.. i have a new dish i’m making now. i can refill your bowl and you can return it to me another time,” he offers, eyebrows slightly raised. 

  “i would love to try another dish of yours…?”

  “osamu, and your name is?”

  “y/n. so, what’s this new dish made of?” your head tilts slightly, smiling back at him, not yet knowing that you’ll never really return that bowl to him. as he’s always making some other dish that he needs you to try.

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I feel even more conflicted cause of this other guy who was at the party & tho i tell everyone that i dont see him in that way MAYBE just a little bitty witty itty part of me does

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It’s moments like these I wished I had a proper gf to talk to that aren’t family members

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I’ve never had a boyfriend and I really don’t know how to act when a guy shows me genuine interest like LMAOOO HELP

I met a guy at my cousins wedding (he’s liked me for a bit I know this) but tonight he complimented me (it was very nice and respectful) and then asked for my number to which I said get it from my cousin (LMFAOO WHY??)

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saw a robb stark edit

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𖦹 the aot boys and you annoying the absolute hell out of them over text.

included : eren yeager, jean kirstein, reiner braun, connie springer

note : i hope u guys enjoy!! my first smau 😓 feel free to leave suggestions in my inbox for some more! i have a couple up my sleeve though <3 nav.

EREN YEAGER !

JEAN KIRSTEIN !

REINER BRAUN !

CONNIE SPRINGER !

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atsumu does fall for the girl at his game who’s reading a book because she hated sports and her friend dragged her here trick.

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𖦹 jean kirstein takes care of you when you're anxious.

caretaker!jean who remembers your food / drink orders everywhere in case you're too nervous to talk to strangers. if it happens to be wrong, he knows right away and fixes it before it can even upset you.

caretaker!jean who knows exactly what you need just by one look. if words become too much, your relationship is so much more than just verbality.

caretaker!jean who takes you on nature walks / runs every day to get out any negative energy and clear your head. it helps him almost as much as it helps you.

caretaker!jean who uses grounding techniques on you when you're struggling without you even realizing. asks you to take deep breaths, name everything around you that's a specific color or shape, or ask you to tell him what you smell in that moment.

caretaker!jean who walks you through your anxieties and struggles, helping you to check the facts and stay away from extremities.

caretaker!jean who would never, ever, make you feel insecure about your feelings. controlling feelings and fears are next to impossible. that being said, he will help you process those feelings so you act in the calmest way possible.

caretaker!jean who will ground you with his touch whenever he can. touching arms, thighs, foreheads. he'll press his head to yours and stay there until you feel better.

caretaker!jean who rests his hand on your thigh when you bounce your leg. not in a way that makes you feel like you have to stop, but in a way that makes you feel less alone.

caretaker!jean who hugs you until you let go. even if it's for an hour, he doesn't care.

tired of me yet? i'm almost spamming these atp. hope u like it though!

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