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for some reason, rin became even more stressed once he started dating you. his eyes are on you 24/7. at first, he could get away with it, being in a new relationship and all. but things get worse rather than better.

he can't study around you, he can't eat around you, he can't even breathe around you. practice is a nightmare. no matter how close or far away you are from the pitch, he always seems to find you. it's distracting.

and yet, whenever you glance at him, he acts like he isn't doing a thing. his focus quickly shifts to his phone or the general area, taking in absolutely nothing as he sweats at the thought of you catching him staring.

he can't help it, he just wants you to be safe.

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... TEXTING THEM "YOU UP?" / ꩜

with ... isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, karasu tabito ... x gn!reader

suggestive, crack, fluff

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your theme is sooo pretty!!!

THANK YOU BABY 💜💜💜

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kaiser loves your waist. if it's not your wrist, it's your waist. his hands always naturally gravitate towards it. he can use it as a way to keep you by his side, to show you off to anyone that dares to come close, to make sure you don't wander off out of his sight.

on the rare occasion that he allows you to hold him close, his face is buried and hidden in your neck, while his grasp remains tight around your midsection. it's reassuring and comforting, something that he craves all the time, yet his pride won't allow it.

even when you're just standing in front of him, getting to touch and feel you was like confirmation.

confirmation that you were his. he really has someone who truly loves him.

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“why are we buying this?” rin asks, holding up a jar of pickles with a frown.

“because we’re out,” you reply, tossing it into the cart.

he trailed behind you, scrutinizing every item you picked. “do we really need more snacks? and why are you getting two boxes of cereal?”

you turn, glaring at him. “why are you even here if you’re just going to criticize my shopping?”

“because last time you forgot the milk,” he said flatly, reaching over to grab a bottle and add it to the cart.

you roll your eyes. “okay, grocery expert, what else do we need?”

he paused, glancing at the cart before quietly sneaking in a pack of his favorite energy bars. you raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“hypocrite,” you teased.

“efficient shopper,” he corrected with a faint smile.

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○◦˚.˚ ‘cause baby now we got bad blood’

synopsis ○ the boys blowing up at you because they’re stressed, fem!reader

gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, itadori, megumi, toge, choso, yuta, geto

warnings: swearing, angsty ig but fluffy endings

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HIDDEN WISHES — M.FUSHIGURO

“Make a wish,” you said, eyeing him expectantly.

And as he stared at you, birthday hat atop your head and a smile so wide it was almost child like, he couldn’t fathom the possibility of wanted anything more. What more could he want when he had you, pretty and warm and so sweet it hurt his teeth?

But for your sake, he humoured you. His lips curled into a barely-there grin, and he blew out his candles. Your name repeated like a mantra in his head, all he could ask for and all he could think about.

“Did you wish?”

His head tilted lazily to the side, eyes trained on you. “Mhm,” he hummed.

You smiled again—he figured he should’ve been the one beaming, it was his birthday after all. You always had a way of finding the light in things, of shining even in the darkest of places.

Picking up a fork and scooping a messy bite of the cake with the utensil, you held it up, the heap of icing and sugar hovering around his closed mouth. When your pointed looks proved worthless, you prodded at his lips with it. A sprinkle stuck to his face, making his otherwise nonchalant expression seem rather silly.

“Say ah,” you said, poking a little more aggressively. He quirked a brow, unimpressed. In all seriousness, he somewhat enjoyed your playful coddling. Not that he’d admit that, never. So he stared at you like he was bored, though you knew him better than that. The glint in his eyes told you well enough.

Some sort of impulse became too strong, and you smeared the baked good across his mouth—and everything around it. His jaw only then fell open, brows furrowing in a mix of amusement and offence. “Hey!”

You grinned, obviously proud of your work. A gentle hand came up, tilting his chin toward you. “I think you’ve got a little something there,” you teased. “I’ll get it for you.”

When you kissed him, you could taste the sugar. It was sweet, but you much preferred the taste of his lips on a normal day.

He chased you when you pulled back, a desperate attempt to get the fill that he wasn’t bold enough to ask for. When you opened your eyes, you wished you had brought a camera. He was a blank canvas smeared with cake and traces of your lipstick; remnants of your love clinging to him like they were always meant to be there.

Megumi couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed, eyes twinkling with something you’d never really seen before. Just then, he started thinking that maybe, just maybe birthday wishes came true after all.

a/n — mmm I tried to wait to write this so it didn’t simmer in the drafts but now it’s dec 11 and I’m writing this smh. Sigh I love Megumi so bad can you tell… also he shares a bday with my friend so today is a glorious day 🙏 my fav part of these is making the little icons for the top megumi is so silly

Jjk & general tags: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniya @kashee-h @anotherwriternamedclara @ruruisru @lizbix

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𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎

rin’s routine takes a turn when a stray cat inserts itself into the equation.

itoshi rin x reader ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ allusions to abandonment issues

There’s a cat that follows Rin on his walk home from practice.

The first time, he simply took notice. A small bundle of black fur seemed to curve at every turn he made, stopping every time he paused. Its light eyes almost glowed in the darkness accompanying dusk. And, as if the creature knew it was time to part ways, it didn’t bother following Rin to the door of his apartment.

The second time caught Rin by surprise. Did the stray remember him? The walk was much the same, Rin leading the way while the cat acted as his shadow. Maybe the man tricked himself into thinking so, but it felt like the cat met his eye every time he looked over his shoulder to check if it was in tow.

This time, Rin crouched down to pet it. His hand hovered tentatively over its head, waiting for some adverse reaction to his proximity—a hiss, or perhaps it would dart off. But it didn’t come. He gently scratched the cat’s head. It purred, leaning into his touch.

The days that followed were much the same—Rin’s initial surprise at his companion’s return, his hesitancy to reach out for fear of an unpleasant reaction, the short moment of comfort the both of them shared before Rin had to go inside. They grew on each other with each scheduled meeting. The cat began to walk closer—beside the man instead of behind him. Rin left a little earlier in the morning to pick up treats for his new friend.

Rin has lost track of how long this has been going on. What he has taken note of, though, is how the cat no longer lingers at the start of the pathway leading to his apartment—it has taken to joining him at the door.

Yours and Rin’s schedules don’t always align the best. It makes taking advantage of the days the both of you are free a given and today happens to be one of those days. It’s bright and early and with the bag of pastries you picked up in hand, you make your way to Rin’s apartment.

“Knock knock,” you verbalize in addition to tapping your knuckles against his door.

You only have to wait a moment before his voice sounds from the other side. “It’s open.”

With his invitation, you turn the doorknob and let yourself inside. As you kick off your shoes at the doorway, you catch sight of Rin lying on the couch. The piece of furniture isn’t quite long enough given his height, so his legs are propped up on the arm. It’s enough to make you chuckle under your breath. Rin doesn’t seem to mind you finding humor in the situation. He simply offers you a lazy wave and a, “Hey.”

“Good morning,” you greet him with a smile. You hold up the paper bag in your hand. “I brought breakfast.”

Rin hums in satisfaction before getting up to join you in the kitchen. You’re just about to set everything on the counter when something beats you to the spot. It’s black and furry and entirely unexpected—so much so that you flinch, clutching the bag to your chest. “Oh!”

You can hear Rin sigh behind you, though, when he appears beside you, he doesn’t look nearly as startled as you do. He picks up what you now realize is a cat from in front of you, holding it up in the air level with his face. “I told you, you’re not allowed on the counters.”

Two pairs of eyes—one aquamarine, the other a pale green—stare at each other in silence. Rin almost looks as if he’s expecting a response and he earns one in the form of an innocent meow.

Rin’s eyes narrow. “Stay off the counters.”

“When did you get a cat?” You suppose you should have noticed sooner. Now that you’re paying attention, there are signs all over the place—the food and water bowls placed on a mat that you walked past to get into the kitchen, the cat tower tucked away in the corner of the living room just a few feet away from the couch Rin was lounging on, there’s even a feather wand toy under the coffee table.

He finally puts the cat down on the floor. Despite being released, it doesn’t wander far. “Last week. She kept following me home.”

“Cute…” The thought of this darling trailing behind Rin during his commute is almost too adorable for you to handle. You kneel down to get a better look at her. She’s idly licking her fur like she’s grown bored of this conversation. You look up at Rin. “What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one.”

“Huh?” You stand up once more, frowning in confusion. “How do you get her attention then?”

He shrugs. “I don’t need to. She’s always nearby anyway.”

He doesn’t tell you that he’s pondered the idea of naming her but shied away. It’s better this way—not getting too attached and making things too real. Because if it’s real, that means she can leave him—cast him aside—too.

“She needs a name, Rin,” you tell him, finally setting down the bag from the bakery and pulling out its contents. You shoot him a smile. “We can come up with one while we eat.”

Movement from the corner of your eye catches your attention. Your gaze falls to the floor to find the cat rubbing against Rin’s leg.

Your smile widens. “See, she likes the idea.”

He’s still wary but he considers it for a moment, his stare never straying from your face. He reminds himself that you’re very real—standing right in front of him, close enough to touch. You’re real and you’ve stuck around. That should be all the evidence he needs.

“Fine,” Rin concedes. 

He glances down at the cat he took in. Strangely enough, her presence since the start has had an impact on Rin, made him feel a little less lonely.

He supposes she deserves a name.

manon here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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WHY THE BNHA BOYS BROKE UP WITH YOU

this was not requested

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader, bakugou katsuki x reader, shoto todoroki x reader

warning(s): angst, heartbreak

note: not proofread

IZUKU

he decided if it was best of you both went your separate ways

he feels like you’re distracting him from the path he has chosen which resulted in him breaking up with you

he also broke up with you because he felt like he wasn’t enough for you

he breaks up with you over a text ouch, what an asshole

it took a long time for you to get over the break up

BAKUGOU

he broke up with you since he didn’t want you to break up with him

like izuku, he felt like he wasn’t enough

he did it in person rather than over a text because he didn’t want to hurt you even more

he acts as if nothing happened and is quieter than usual

he didn’t even pay much attention to izuku or pick at him

he often find’s himself looking back at old pictures of the two, not having the heart to delete them

TODOROKI

he felt like he was a burden to you

he felt bad immediately after telling you what’s wrong

he’s scared of acting like his father so he became distant which resulted in you guys breaking up

he did it face to face because it’d be disrespectful to do it over a text or on the phone

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itadori loves your grandma.

he always gets so excited when you go to visit her together, putting on his best sweater (which is the one she knitted for him) and making sure he looks extra presentable. having a good impression in front of your family members is important!

once the two of you arrive, it's like he magically turns into the perfect grandson — or maybe he always has been. he engages in conversations, offers to help with cooking, offers to clean up whatever he can, and buys her groceries. all in one day.

and then in the morning, you'll find the two of them baking together, using her special recipe book that she refused to share with you a few months prior. your groggy self couldn't afford to be mad though, the smell of fresh bread and tarts filling the air, then cartoonishly seeping out the open window.

you also can't get mad at his toothy smile, alongside a tray of your favourite childhood treat carried in his hands.

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inspired by @kaislvves’s bastard post… ps: i acc love dior sauvage its my scent for when i go to school but its so strong HAHAHAHA

kaiser’s cologne has an overwhelming scent. not just in a way that two sprays could fill the entire bastard münchen cafeteria in his scent, but also in a way that lasts. his scent lasts on for a week before it finally wears off.

what’s his scent? dior sauvage, the scent of liars. kaiser likes the overwhelming presence of its’ scent; it’s as powerful as he is.

he loves to spray his cologne all over your closet and clothes, making sure that whatever you wear, and whatever perfume you try to wear to overpower it, you end up on the other side smelling of him.

it’s adorable how you spray on your 70 euro hermès perfume, checking out your outfit in the full-body mirror in your bedroom, before you’re coughing and choking on his overwhelming scent.

“mikka!” you shout out. “stop spraying your perfume on my clothes, it’s so strong!” you frown. his attention is finally raised away from his phone when he finally looks up to you, small circle-framed glasses starting to slide down his nose before he pushes it up with his middle finger.

“why should i? i like doing it.” he simply states. that’s just how he was; how he was raised— if he wants something, he must do everything to take it. likewise, if he wants to keep something, he has to make sure no one else steals it.

and with a job that forces him to almost always be out of country, he can’t help but worry about his rose. what if another piece of trash tries to flirt with you while you’re vulnerable? the overwhelming, almost sickly scent of citrus and pepper would be enough to tell them to back off; you’re already taken by another man.

“yeah; well, i don’t like it. it always lingers for too long.” you explain. and to kaiser, your explanation is moronic. “…that’s the point of a cologne; to linger.” he bluntly states. you roll your eyes at his smart-assed response, and scoff, “ugh— duh, but it stays on for days!”

kaiser only shrugs. “good. everyone knows you’re taken.” he’s quite adamant to telling the media what fragrance he uses. it’s odd, but he always encourages his interviewers to smell him in at least one point of the interview, giving him the chance to comment on his fragrance. it’s become a bit of a meme in his fandom that he wants to get sponsored by dior. but, no.

this isn’t about money.

it’s about everyone knowing his scent.

like a wolf marking his territory, kaiser leaves his scent on what he owns. and what he owns is you; your heart. it’s not enough that you love him with your heart as much as he cherishes you— he needs others to feel him spiritually when you’re nearby.

“this is stupid, mikka. none of my perfumes linger anymore cause of your dumb sauvage.” you scoff. and, kaiser stands up from his place in the bedroom, moving behind you. his overwhelming height makes for an awkward position when he rests his arms on your shoulders, and his jaw on your forehead. he stares at the reflection in the mirror, admiring of his and your beauty. the glint in his eyes is dangerous— as dangerous as the cheshire grin he proudly displays before he completely destroys an opponent in a match.

“would you want different kind of physical marking then?” he asks. his fingers delicately ghosting to touch the ticklish parts of your neck.

“…no.” you roll your eyes. kaiser sneers.

“then, you’ll have to stick with the cologne.”

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“Why are you even here?”

The words slice through him, but Michael Kaiser doesn’t move. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t try to defend himself. He just stands there, as if taking the hit is all he knows how to do. And maybe it is. Because sometimes, knowing what you want to be does not mean you will ever be. 

He deserves this. Every syllable, every ounce of venom in your voice. He’s always deserved it. Nobody knows how pathetic and horrible Kaiser is better than Kaiser himself. He’s carried that truth with him for as long as he can remember—an inheritance from a family that made him believe he wasn’t worth loving. His father’s words, sharp as knives, carved it into him. His mother’s absence, colder than any of the winters he’s passed, sealed it. 

His family made sure he knew he was nothing more than a burden, a mistake, a series of failures. And now, standing in front of you after everything, he knows he’s only proved them right.

“Don’t leave me,” He utters, almost numb. The selfishness burns through every word. 

You froze at the audacity of the statement more than the request. He was the one who discarded you because he could—or so you told yourself. But truly, he left because he couldn’t stand the way you saw through him. You looked at him like he was something good and he didn’t know how to live up to it. He still doesn’t.

“You don’t get to do this,” You declare, the suppression of sobs suffocating you. “Not now,”

“Then what?! Are we done?” His voice trembles, his composure cracking. He inches closer with desperation, yearning eyes straining on yours with despair. “Don’t tell me we’re done.”

Please.

All you can do is let your eyes water and let the room simmer in silence.

All of this is pointless because nothing pains you more than being unable to save him—even more than saving yourself. You’ve spent sleepless nights convincing yourself to stop waiting for him to change, to stop yearning for the scraps of affection he would throw your way when it suited him. You wanted him to want you, to stay, to try to love you. You begged him to let you love him.

But love is a commitment, and Kaiser is a man who only knows how to leave.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten,” you finally say, your voice breaking despite your best efforts, “So let me remind you.” You meet his eyes with tears, but there’s no empathy left to give. “We were never a thing.”

You turn and walk away, and for the first time, Kaiser understands. He has ruined everything. And the best punishment you can give him is doing what’s best for him. Loving him without his permission, away from his vicinity.

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