Pookie Bear Is Pookie Bearing

Pookie bear is pookie bearing

HEYYYY I just stumbled across your account and you’re already one of my favorite jjk writers😩 You have Toge’s personality DOWN TO A T 🙏 I was wondering if I could request him with fluff prompt 22?

Thanks so much for taking time to read this 💜 hope you have a great rest of ur day!!

𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : there’s no connection like like that one of your first love, you’re sure that thanks to that love you won’t ever have to suffer from cold

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, stablished relationship, childhood friends, as always: onigiri ingredients are in japanese!

‧₊˚ a / n : omg THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WAITING i took too long, sorry! I hope it’s worth it 😭 i also remember you asked me to add what song inspired this! i wrote it with Only by LeeHi on repeat and also History by Kina Grannis for the childhood friends/first love vibes 🙇🏼‍♀️ enjoy ~

Unexpected raindrops chased you and Toge down the school’s entrance, until you made it safely under the roof of the dorm’s hallway. You turned around, panting and watching as the rain poured down, angrier by the second. If you would’ve known the morning sun would disappear like that a fluffy sweater would’ve been your outfit of choice, instead of your current sleeveless shirt. Icy wind provoked shivers down your spine. You turned towards Toge, who had left his bags on the floor, palms against his knees. He yanked down his collar to breathe better.

“That was close! Are you alright? Did the rain soak you?”

“Okaka” he shook his head, standing straight and ruffling his slightly damp hair. The sight warmed your chest, the way his silvery hair strands reflected the light and his lavender irises searched for yours, a smile slowly found a home in your lips. Your childhood friend rose his brows and pointed towards you with his chin “tuna?”

“I’m fine” you tried blinking away the sudden wave of adoration that washed over you, biting your tongue to suppress the way your body had started to shiver.

His eyes noticed though. They always did.

“Takana?” he motioned 'cold' by putting his hands over opposite shoulders, rubbing his arms.

“No, no i’m okay, let’s just go back to your room and leave this bags there.”

Toge eyed you up and down, clearly not convinced, but he picked up his bags and then walked up to you. Your eyes curiously watched him, lips smiling wider, until his hand swiftly stole one of your bags right from your hands.

“Hey!” you clicked your tongue, quickly trying to get it back “Come on, I can carry it, it’s not that heavy.”

Biting his lip to stop a chuckle, he stepped away from you and held all his bags in is right hand, extending his arm and keeping them as far from you as he could.

“Okaka” he stuck his tongue out, left hand finding yours and intertwining fingers, pulling you towards his dorm. The familiarity of his touch always felt like suddenly being complete. Ever since you were kids, his presence was the only thing that would give you that spark of happiness. No one else would make your smile reach your eyes like him. He was the only one. Smiling again, you bumped his shoulder with yours.

“I see, you just wanted and excuse to hold my hand!”

Toge rolled his eyes, tilting his head away from you.

“Blablabla”

You gasped, laughing afterwards and pushing him with your shoulder once again.

“Toge!”

He chuckled, a bright smile decorating his lips and a sigh of content leaving yours. You squeezed his hand, relishing in the warmth that his touch provided. It didn’t take long to finally get to his door at the end of the hallway, and the moment he let go of your hand to open the door it suddenly felt like the rain had found a way to get inside your bones. So you went back to biting your tongue and tensing your body’s muscles to keep down the involuntary trembling. The door opened with a creak, and hoping to take shelter from the threatening wind you hurried inside, heading directly towards the table to place the only bag you had been left with. Toge closed the door and soon placed the remaining bags next to yours. Unlike the wet chilly wind outside, the icy atmosphere of the dorm room felt more like empty dry cold, and it ended up making your body shudder once more. Toge’s eyes stared at you intently, quirking an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine” crossing your arms you cleared your throat.

Chuckling, he extended his arms towards you and motioned for you to come close with his hands. “Come here” you almost heard the well known but rare sound of his voice out loud. You raised your eyebrows, a hearty laugh escaped your chest.

“Can’t you just offer me a sweater or something?”

Toge frowned in annoyance, pulling a face and waving you off. You laughed once again as he walked right past you.

“Wait! No!” chuckling, you hurried to stop him, tugging from his jacket “A warm hug would be nice”

With a knowing smile, Toge turned around and hugged you, sliding his arms right underneath yours and almost picking you up.

“Woah, you were eager for a hug weren’t you?” you giggled as your arms wrapped around his neck, placing a quick kiss in cheek.

Toge snorted and looked away, a soft hint of pink tinting his cheeks.

“Okaka”

“You’re such a bad liar!” you laughed and ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the tip of your nose against his.

Toge sighed, a smile tugging gently from the corners of his lips. He then leaned in an kissed your right cheek, then the left one, then your nose, and quickly started peppering your face with little kisses, making you laugh.

“Toge!” you tried to pull away for a second, but his arms around your waist didn’t let you.

In the middle of laughter, you stopped him by cupping his face in your hands, his soft violet eyes shining with slight mischief when they rested on yours. This time it was your turn to sigh.

“I love you Toge” the words left your lips naturally, just as the feelings had surged in your chest throughout the years.

His smile widened, and then he leaned in the rest of the way to catch your lips with his. The feeling of his lips sliding on top of yours so tenderly and sweetly made sure to warm your face in an instant, that feeling of love blooming in your chest chasing away the coldness that had taken ahold of your muscles before. So did his soft silvery hair strands in between your fingers, the smell of that cologne you had bought for him years ago lingering in his clothes, and the taste of that lip balm you had been sharing for the past few months. The cold had been long forgotten there in the arms of the only true love you had ever known.

ANYONE BUT YOU .ೃ

pairing. michael kaiser x gn!reader

genre. college AU | older brother's bestfriend | fake dating (@/saekkas req!) | angry confession (anon req)

content/warnings. 5k+ wc (part 1/3) | reader is a sophomore while kaiser is a senior | reader is ness's younger sibling | reader has little to no college friends | reader hates kaiser's guts | PROTECTIVE kaiser lol | toxic uni gossip culture | pet names (dollface) & a lot of profanity (it's kaiser) | minimal proofread

summary: as lines get blurred, hearts get flustered, and a scheme ensues, your brother's best friend suddenly seems way more interesting than he used to be.

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“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can go with you anymore.”

Your ears were ringing.

After the words hung over the line, a heavy silence descended, punctuated only by the dull thud of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The phone line seemed to distort, and the world beyond reduced to a distant murmur as a disorienting ringing filled your ears. Yet, despite the shock rippling through, you managed to maintain a facade.

“Ah, I see. It’s no problem. See you around!” Your chirped voice made you cringe internally, but it was a better front than sounding like a defeated kid whose mom said no over a piece of candy at a grocery store.

Before he could say anything else, you clicked the end button faster than he could spew some tacky excuse. Throwing your phone to the side, you settled onto your bed, lying on your back, staring at the uninteresting ceiling of your room.

Sure, it was no problem at all— the music festival was just six hours away, and your date had just canceled on you over the phone. It’s no big deal facing your college blockmates without a companion as initially planned, and it’s totally not a problem that you will most likely be a third– hell, a seventh wheel, actually, and have them talk behind your back – speculating about why you're going alone or if you were just making it up that you had someone to bring.

Yes, it’s not a fucking problem at all.

You don’t even like the artist lineup, anyway (maybe you’re mildly interested with one band that’s attending).  You wouldn’t bother if you weren’t just a sophomore still trying to find a group of friends you can call your own. It's embarrassing enough that freshmen even had it better than you. It’s not a race, for sure, but in college– the truth lies blatant that support systems help. A lesson you learned the hardest way.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” Three soft knocks on your door and a muffled voice, surely coming from your older brother, interrupted your pity party.

“Yes. Come in,” you confirmed. The door creaked open, revealing a mop of magenta hair leaning over your door frame.

“There’s food downstairs. We ordered your favorite.”

“We?”

“Kaiser is downstairs.”

Of course, he is. 

Your brother’s best friend must have really taken it to heart when your mom told him he can treat your family as his own. Too deep into his heart, if you could comment. You see him around the house more than you see your parents, and if that wasn’t tiresome enough, he’s literally a damn superstar in your university. Every corner, every room, in halls and library, everyone can’t seem to be over his name like a broken record.

You wouldn’t be this annoyed, hostile even, if said man was just as nice as your brother. But instead, he was far by the most obnoxious, foul-mouthed, arrogant prick you’ve ever known. Alexis should have never kicked some ball with that conceited oaf a decade ago. Life would have been so much better. But no— reality is, the bane of your existence in the form of blonde hair and sharp blue eyes, is in your house’s kitchen, probably gulping down your favorite drinks in the fridge. 

If you can’t seem to have friends, your older brother seems to be goddamn bad at picking his.

“Hey, dollface. Missed me?” Speak of the damn devil and he shall appear.

The first thing you’re met with after coming down is a sight of Michael Kaiser, sitting high and comfortably on one of the counter’s bar stools. Your gaze trails down to his hand where you see a peek of his crown tattoo— and would you look at that? He’s holding a can of your Coke Zero.

“Oh, so that’s why my life was going sideways again,” you feigned a sigh in disappointment, making sure it was loud enough for him to hear, “because you’re back.”

In your unwanted years of knowing this guy, you’ve soon realized that none of your words, no matter how sharp or snarky they get, would ever faze him. Evidence would be how he just openly chuckled at your remark. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I missed you and your smart mouth, too. Don’t worry.”

“Trust me, worry is not in the list of emotions I would ever feel for you.”

“Well, does attraction make it to the list?”

Years ago, perhaps it would have. Not that he needs to know—no chance. Your silly childhood crush on him was your deepest, darkest mistake. You might be overdramatic, but this was Michael Kaiser, and god, you would rather get caught having feelings for anyone but him.

Rolling your eyes at him, you sneer, “You wish.”

“Oh, trust me, I do wish,” he mocks your tone.

“Fuck off.” 

“That won’t get rid of me, I’m afraid,” he shrugs before winking at you. You shook your head in annoyance.

You took the seat across from him and settled. You were about to lean to reach the box of pizza at the other end of the countertop, when Kaiser reached for it first and placed it in front of you.

You turned to look at him, half expecting a smirk or yet another wink from the blonde, but instead, he was preoccupied browsing on his phone as if his body moved on its own to attend to you.

You shrugged off the weird occurrence and turned all attention to the pizza and its heavenly scent sipping through the gaps of its box, just in time for Alexis to take the seat next to his best friend. You drowned the noise of their conversation as they started talking about last away games.

Your brother and Kaiser had been the most valuable players of your university’s soccer team for as long as you’ve remembered. They were two years older, so by the time you entered university, they were already making big names in the field. Rumors had it that there were already offers lining up at their feet.

If you come to think of it, it wouldn’t be this hard making friends if you would just be vocal about being Alexis Ness’ younger sibling, but the limelight and pretentious popularity it came with was something you wouldn’t wish upon yourself. You wanted real and genuine friends, not people who wanted to be around you because it was a step closer to your brother and his best friend.

Like earlier, Alexis’ voice came reaching your eardrums, snapping you out of your thoughts. After hearing what he had to ask, though, you wished you had a way to physically block out his words.

“Are you not going to get ready for the festival?” your brother asked, meanwhile, his dear friend seemed to take great interest in what you’re about to say as both of them peered over you.

“Not going anymore,” you said, as nonchalant as you could to play pretend.

“Why? You’ve been looking forward to it the whole week.”

Heat crept into your ears and cheeks as embarrassment filled you. Sure, you might not be prancing around being all excited about it, but if your brother was able to notice it, your enthusiasm must have been evident then. God, you felt like an utter fool now.

“It got canceled,” you looked away from them.

Alexis looked at you with furrowed brows, “What do you mean? It’s not–”

“My date canceled on me. I’m not going anymore to save face and not make a fool out of myself. There, happy?” you snapped.

Before you could even feel the guilt from bursting out unprovoked to your brother, you swiftly got up from the stool heading back to your room, leaving the two of them in the kitchen looking concerned contrarily. One with worried eyes glancing at your room hesitantly, and the other one with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

It seemed everyone was testing your patience today, as for the second time, your ears rang—not from a last-minute cancellation this time, but from the persistent sound of your ringing phone.

Your heavy eyes fluttered open, weighed down by the sleep from your ignoring-the-world nap after the exchange with your supposed date and your brother. Disoriented and groggy, you reached out, fingers fumbling to check the caller deserving of your unrelenting fury.

Kaiser, the screen read, and suddenly, the urge to throw your phone at the nearest wall almost overwhelmed your senses.

But you answered the call anyway, because logic says that he was still your brother’s closest, and sometimes, that warranted a call that might be about him.

“I swear to god this better be important–”

“Get ready,” he interrupted.

“What?”

“Look out your window.”

Groaning, you rose to your feet, moving your drapes aside to see what awaited outside.

Outside your house’s gates, a midnight blue sports car, all too familiar, was parked across the driveway. Its owner leaned lazily over its door, one hand in his pocket while the other held his phone pressed to his ear, looking right back at you with that shit-eating grin.

“What the hell are you on?” you muttered into the phone.

You instantly closed the drapes after meeting eyes with him.

It’s infuriating—He’s infuriating. But damn, does he look good when he smiles like that. And it’s not helping your case that he was clad in loose-fitting denim pants and a black shirt, sufficiently showcasing both his tattoo and his lean yet toned build.

It’s sorcery how he makes simple and ordinary clothing look like it was screaming high-end and luxury. Only he can do that, you admit.

“As I said, get ready,” he repeated over the phone, “We only have less than two hours before your music festival or something starts.”

He’s taking me to it? “Why?”

Only one word in response, yet the two of you understood what you’re pertaining to. Silence filled the line for a moment before you heard a subtle click of his tongue.

“Because you look ugly when you sulk,” and he hung up.

You should be irritated at him hanging up abruptly and calling you ugly, but for some reason you don’t know, it puts a smile on your face. 

The first one today.

Kaiser wishes he had a bigger car— which one would deem ridiculous, given that his car could easily match the price of two or even three minivans.

But if it meant having you sit not so close that your scent infiltrates his senses beyond his sound judgment, he’d gladly trade his lambo for a minivan any day.

You were intoxicating— not akin to the grip of liquor, because it would be inadequate in comparison. But rather intoxicating in the same way as the irresistible magnetism that beckons a madman to its vices.

And he must be really mad because you weren’t even sitting shoulder-to-shoulder close to him. You’re sitting comfortably at the passenger seat, a good distance in between, and yet he acts like a raging teenager who got locked up with his crush in the utility room. It is absolutely embarrassing, even for someone like him.

“Did Alexis ask you to do this?” you suddenly inquired, your gaze fixed on your side of the car.

Thank heavens you broke the silence first, because who knows what ungodly phrases he would come up with in an attempt of small talk with you?

“No. Though I bet he would have taken you himself,” he snorted, of course your brother would, “If our coach weren’t so pissed at him these days.”

Ah, so that explained why you hadn't seen Alexis around the house before hopping into Kaiser's car.

Momentarily, you turned to him. It was so swift that he might have missed it if he wasn’t so hyper aware of your every move in this damn confined space. “Is he in trouble?” you inquired to the blonde, your voice concerned and hesitant.

“Nothing you have to worry about, doll.”

“Stop with the nicknames,” you hissed, attempting to intimidate. 

Unfazed, he countered with a cheeky “Make me,” under his breath. His smirk practically audible, even without you glancing his way.

Silence overtook between the two of you once more. You fixated on the road ahead, noting the nearing destination as the glow of the festival stage lights peeked into view.

It’s your chance— your chance to release the words that have lingered at the edge of your tongue since he urged you to get ready almost an hour ago. You stole a glance at the man driving beside you. His eyes focused on the road, his left hand steady on the steering wheel while his timepiece-adorned hand rested comfortably on the gearshift. In another frame of mind, you might have found yourself lost in the rhythm of his long, slender fingers tapping against it. You snapped out of it before he could point it out.

You stole one last glance before turning away to whisper, “Thank you… Kaiser.”

Instead of saying welcome like a polite person would, your companion would of course, choose to say something as, “You owe me something now.”

Of course, you thought. Mentally rolling your eyes, you ask, resigning to his antics, “What do you want?” 

“Call me by my name.”

“Did you not hear? I said, thank you Kai–”

“The one you used to call me.”

Mikka.

It was a silly nickname you gave him– back when Alexis first brought him home for snacks nearly ten years ago. He and Alexis were eleven, and you were barely nine.

You remembered the blonde kid, all sweaty in his mud-stained clothes, clutching a worn-out ball by his hip, his gaze fixed on you with curiosity. “This is Kaiser,” your brother introduced, but the blonde stranger approached you, extending his hand.

“I’m Michael.”

“That’s… long.”

“What?”

“Your name– it’s long,” you echoed, looking up at him, “can I call you ‘Mikka’?”

“What?” Kaiser’s deep voice sliced through your reminiscence. “You had no problem calling me that before,” he pointed out.

“That’s before you beat up the boy you knew I like,” you scoffed at him, a familiar pettiness clouding your mind.

He chuckled at your retort, seemingly lost in his own memories. “Beat him up on the soccer field, you mean,” he corrected, though he wouldn’t particularly mind if it were an actual fight.

“Same thing.”

“Oh, come on! It was highschool!”

“Your point?” you countered.

“He was a snotface, anyway.” he rationalized.

“He was nice to me!”

“I suggest you rather get a dog instead— if nice is all you need. I heard dogs are fun to be around,” he sneered, “What do you think of pomeranians?”

You brushed off his question, preferring the depths of silence over the hypothetical responsibility of tending to a pup that bore more than a passing resemblance to him, both in appearance and, perhaps, in demeanor.

“I knew agreeing to come here with you was a mistake,” you sighed, exasperation lacing your words.

Surprisingly, Kaiser offered no retort. Taking his silence as a cue for your own, you settled into quietness, hoping for a peaceful remainder of the drive. Minutes drifted by until Kaiser broke the stillness with a whisper loud enough for you to catch.

“He was a slimy jerk,” he began, pausing as if hinting his careful choice of words, “and he was nice to you because he was trying to get into your pants.”

“How did you know?” you asked, meek and shy, fumbling with your fingers in your lap.  Seeking love advice and opinions from none other than the mighty Kaiser seemed absurd, but maybe, wisdom might sometimes fare well with age.

“Trust me when I say I know how boys can be,” he scoffed, a displeased furrow settling in his brows. “He wasn't the gentleman you thought he was.”

“And you? Are you a gentleman?”

Before you could stop your thoughts from escaping your rebellious mouth, the words spilled out like water through a breached dam. The lack of response from him compelled you to chew on your lip and fix your gaze on the road, refusing to spare even a glance his way, despite feeling his stare burning into the side of your face.

Meanwhile, Kaiser was aware he might be staring too long at your side for someone controlling a vehicle, but he couldn't help it. Not when you caught him off guard with a simple question, and especially not when you were trying so hard to avoid looking at him, your discomfort palpable in the air. You looked so cute—it made his mouth twitch.

Staring ahead at the road, he contemplated your question, needing no more than a minute to reach his conclusion.

When a man looks at his best friend's younger sibling in a way he shouldn’t, he’s not deserving of the title “gentleman.”

He was far from it, he concluded. With one last glance thrown your way before bringing the car to a full stop, he muttered in an uncharacteristically soft tone.

“Especially not one, doll.”

“Y/N! Over here!” a familiar voice cut through the cacophony, prompting you to scan the crowd until you finally spotted them.

Relief flooded over you at the sight of a familiar face amidst the crowd. Checking your phone had proven to be a wise decision; otherwise, you might have spent the night searching aimlessly through the vast expanse of the venue.

The venue stretched out before you was a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds that danced upon the senses. Laughter and chatter mingled with applause and the occasional roar of approval as performers graced the stage. 

Everywhere you looked there was movement and so much life. Yet amidst the bustling crowd and pulsating music, one figure occupied your thoughts more than anything else.

Kaiser's towering 6-foot frame loomed behind you, his broad shoulders carving a path of confidence through the crowd. He stood behind you like an immovable rock amidst a rushing river. And if your senses weren't deceiving you, you swore you felt the occasional brush of his hand against the small of your back, gently guiding you forward.

He was so close behind you that his breath on your nape soaked into your skin like ointment— warm to the touch, yet icy on your spine.

“Where's your date?” one of your blockmates inquired after the initial pleasantries were exchanged.

The question lingered, and suddenly, all eyes were on you. Mentally counting heads, you realized you were really on track to be the seventh wheel if you attended without a companion. Speaking of companions— you turned behind you with the intention of introducing Kaiser (not that they didn’t know him already), but your intention faltered when you noticed the scowl on his face.

“I’m the date, if you couldn’t tell,” he interjected. 

From his vantage point, he observed the widening of your eyes at his declaration. Yet, when he didn’t hear any immediate retaliation from you, he flashed you— and everyone else watching— a lopsided smirk. He sensed your blockmates’ curiosity lingering, some perhaps wondering if he was truly dating you. But none of them dared to probe further—maybe because he wasn't exactly the approachable type.

After a few murmurs of ‘oh’ and ‘really’ from your blockmates, they returned their attention to the stage, where the next performer was beginning their pre-performance monologue.

You, on the other hand, look like you were out for his blood from how you’re glaring at him. “Are you out of your mind?” you hissed under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

Yes. Perhaps he was. Irrationality had seized him upon hearing the question. After all, he was there with you, visible for all to see. Did they not see him? Did he look like a fucking chair to those people? Common sense must be a luxury these days, given its absence in this situation.

Yet, a small voice of reason within him attempted to intervene, suggesting that the question might have stemmed from genuine curiosity.

As his best friend's younger sibling, seeing the two of you together wasn't an unusual occurrence for those who attend the same university. They likely concluded that your presence with him at the music festival was simply a matter of normal friendship (which it was, but they don’t have to know that, nor does he desire for these extras to reduce it to just that).

“I’m helping you save face like you said earlier,” he tells you, still wearing that annoying smirk.

“How does telling them you’re my date help me save face?” If anything, you'd be hiding on campus after his stunt. You could only hope words won’t travel fast.

“Would you rather I tell them I'm chaperoning you because some jerk canceled on you?”

Your words stalled at the base of your throat, unable to counter his remark. That shut you up, much to your chagrin. He was right.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” he quipped, grinning at your silence. “Come closer, there’s a lot of people.”

You huffed in irritation and decided to ignore him behind you, determined to make the most of your experience here. You’d let this slide for now. After all, he was here because of you.

But it wasn’t too long before you realized that ignoring him would be as futile as trying to pluck roses without being pricked by the thorns. You knew very well that this man thrives in getting under people’s skin.

“You should be flattered.”

Genuinely appalled, you ask, “I’m sorry?”

“Accepted.”

If it wasn’t night time and the blaring lights were replaced by the sun, he could have seen the twitch that your eye did at his retort.

At this point, murder is a tempting option. Sure, he’s taller and much bigger in physique terms, but you have the rage for it. Just one more insufferable antic—one more word— from this man and the whole university will be mourning their star player’s demise first thing tomorrow morning. 

You took a deep breath to calm your murderous nerves, “Is that so? What part of telling people— oh wait, our schoolmates who are probably whispering behind our backs— that you’re my date, is flattering to you?”

The asshole had the audacity to shrug, “Calling me yours was.”

“Well then, you should be flattered. Not me.”

“You don’t know how flattered I am to be yours,” he mused.

If you didn’t know any better, his attempt at flirting might have sent warmth to your cheeks. But this was Kaiser— no one can tell when he’s being serious or just being his usual menace self talking shit like he’s employed to do so. Good thing you had better plans than spend it on his guessing games.

Just when you’re about to berate him once more, words halted on your throat because of a sight you least expected to see.

Han— the guy you’ve been talking to for almost a month now. The same guy who was your supposed date, to be more specific.

“What? Cat got your tongue, doll?”

If cats come in the form of a familiar man who’s a few good meters away, clearly having the time of his life dancing with someone, and clearly showing no signs of unavailability to go to a music festival he asked you to, then yes, it got your tongue.

You stayed silent far too long for Kaiser’s patience. Your lack of snarky clapbacks were starting to unsettle him more than he would allow. Shifting closer to you, he followed your line of sight to see what got you stunned in silence.

Recognizing what, or rather who, got your attention, he turns to you, his voice coming out too indignant, “Do you know that guy?”

“Do you?” you counter, picking up on his tone being all too casual as if they’re acquainted. 

“He’s last week’s opposing team’s goalkeeper,” or was it ‘striker’? He couldn’t recall, so he’s more or less incompetent to him. One thing he remembers, however, “and he hates me.”

You threw him a glance, “Not surprised.”

“And do I give a fuck,” he shook his head, “Why do you keep looking at him?” Don’t fucking tell me.

Your answer wasn’t any better to what he was starting to imagine, “He was… supposed to be my date to this music festival,” you mumbled, looking down at your feet.

You didn’t want to see the look on Kaiser’s face, fearing you might see pity, and so you nailed your gaze to the ground. Totally oblivious of the man peering over you rather softly.

“Why can’t he then?” he asks, voice an octave lower.

“He said they had late notice training, so he can’t come.” 

“Well, that better be his fucking ghost yapping with a brunette then,” he scoffs, looking straight to the lying man who canceled on you.

Sick of his face and sloppy dance moves, Kaiser turned his gaze back at you, only to be filled with rage because of it.

You look sad— and it made his blood boil. Not towards you, but for you.

“Y’know what? Let’s go there,” he urged, head pointing at where Han was.

Is he fucking crazy? You immediately shook your head at his scandalous suggestion. You might be feeling a little betrayed and angry, but rationality still had its hold on you— and it’s saying to not let Kaiser go with his idea. 

Instead, you tug on his forearm, eyes still on the floor before looking up at him, “Can we leave, please?” 

Kaiser was taken aback by your sudden meekness. He wasn’t used to this— to you, being all deflated and zoned out. He was used to your deadpan expressions and your eyes that seem to roll every time he utters a single word. He was used to you being, dare he say, feisty. 

And he would rather have you stay like that all day long, even when he’s the receiving end of it.

But this? You, saying please to him, of all people? He doesn’t like it. 

If this is how he gets to make you say please, then he doesn’t want it. Fuck that, and fuck that guy. How dare he.

Kaiser didn’t say anything back at your request, but you felt big calloused hands grasp on your hand still resting on his forearm. The next thing you knew, you were walking with him, shoulder-to-shoulder while his other hand was on yours guiding you to walk out of the scene.

“If I see one—just one drop of tear, I swear I am turning this damn car around.” 

Your thoughts abruptly halted at the sound of Kaiser’s threat—his ultimatum, rather. It sounded more like a promise than a threat, and you knew this man well enough to understand that he never ate his words.

You shot him a glance and snickered. There was no way in high hell you’d ever cry in the same space where he was. It was the last thing you’d ever do, even if it meant convincing yourself that what you saw earlier was just a mere look-alike of Han.

“It's nothing. We aren’t even a thing,” you dismissed, your voice flat.

“But you thought you could be,” he countered, and damn if he wasn't right. “How do you even know him?”

“We're kind of talking, well, sort of—”

“Kind of? Sort of?” he scoffed.

“God—it's like a talking stage or something casual, Kaiser! There, got it?”

“That's not exclusive,” he remarked, adding insult to injury.

Irritation bubbled in your throat as his interrogation continued. But even before you could unleash your venom, you caught yourself. He was right. And while this man had never brought you good, it wasn't fair to make him the target of your bad.

“Yeah, it's not,” you admitted, a dry, humorless laugh escaping you. You recalled the brunette he danced with earlier. “I wasn't exclusive material for his reputation, I guess.”

What reputation? “That’s bullshit.” He gritted his teeth, his hand itching towards the steering wheel, clearly tempted to turn back to the festival.

“You said it yourself, he’s an athlete,” you pointed out, “You people never like to go exclusive with someone.”

“You people? Oh, please. Do not insult me by comparing me to the likes of him.”

The sass in his voice drew a chuckle from you. It was amusing how he said it with genuine horror, as if the mere idea of being associated with Han was an insult. “Why? Are you telling me you can commit to someone exclusively?”

“Someone like who? You?” He met your gaze briefly, “Absolutely.”

What the hell. “Stop messing around,” you snorted, effectively ending the conversation.

He was playing a dangerous game, saying that to you. Did he even realize what it did? Did he hear your stupid heart hammering in your chest? It was too loud, too obvious, a frantic drum solo against your ribs. 

And the realization settled— he made your heart flutter. 

His words, so simple, so casually tossed out, had landed like a bomb, sending shrapnel through your carefully constructed walls.

Michael Kaiser, of all people, made your heart flutter.

Suddenly, the air felt thin, the car an echo chamber amplifying the frantic rhythm of your traitorous heart. You knew you should scoff, dismiss it as another one of his infuriating jabs, but the truth was like a hot coal lodged in your throat.

“I’m not though,” he countered, eyes steady on the familiar road ahead. He sounded serious– too serious. 

As you were about to retort back, the car lurched to a stop, announcing your arrival. You glanced out the window, the familiar sight of your house doing little to ease the tension that had coiled tight in your stomach.

“We’re here,” Kaiser announced, his voice a low rumble.

Hurried and flustered by the unexpected shift in the conversation, your clammy hands fumbled with the buckle, the metal cold and unyielding against your sweaty palms. You tugged, then tugged again, frustration building with each failed attempt.

“Easy, doll.” 

Before you could protest, a large hand swooped in, effortlessly unlatching the buckle with a practiced flick. The sudden proximity sent a jolt through you, making your breath hitch. You met his gaze, his eyes a blazing blue as he held your stare for a beat too long before turning away.

Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself. You reached for the door handle, pushing it open and stepping out onto the familiar pavement. Before slamming the door shut, you paused, turning back to Kaiser with a newfound resolve.

Crouching down to meet his gaze, you surprised yourself with the words that tumbled out. “Be careful on your way home and,” you paused, “Thank you... Mikka.”

The nickname slipped out before you could stop it, leaving a blush blooming across your cheeks.

Before Kaiser could react, you slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet street. 

Mikka. He repeats your words in his mind.

He watched you disappear into your house, a slow grin spreading across his face. Only when you were safely inside did he start the car, the image of your flustered face lingering in his mind.

Damn it, doll.

Meanwhile, you hurried to your room, clutching your chest where your heart still hammered a frantic rhythm.

Why did I call him that? you asked yourself.

The use of his nickname, a name you rarely uttered now, was a stark reminder that the two of you weren’t as close as you were younger.

It’s not a big deal, you tried to reason with yourself. He literally said you owed it to him, and calling it quits would be in the form of a stupid nickname. It doesn’t mean anything. Right— you were just returning a favor.

Your obvious self-deception was interrupted by the incessant buzzing of your phone, tossed carelessly on the bed. Picking up your phone, you opened one of the notifications, your breath catching in your throat.

It was a post on your university's gossip page, and there, plastered on the screen, was a picture of you and Kaiser. 

The image froze a moment in time, capturing him standing protectively behind you, his arms caging you against a barricade. Panic clawed at your throat. This picture, out in the open, could be misconstrued in so many ways. 

What were people going to think? Who took this photo, anyway?

Your eyes darted down the comment section, scrolling through a sea of unimaginable speculations, desperately searching for clues about the culprit.

Just then, a knock on the door startled you.

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?”

It was your brother— and his voice suggested he needed answers too.

Shit.

note. first mini series lmao xD will add cw as i go!

Idk why i haven't seen this yet

ITS ISAGI??? ISAGI FUCKING YOICHI OH MY GODD AM I THE ONLY INE WHO DIDNT KNOW THIS EXISTED ON THE BLLK WIKI?? just found out isagi has thigh fetish and now i have to write hcs for him

-ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ-

Isagi loves pet names. he almost never calls you by your actual name. also loves when you call him by a pet name

the type to be extra clingy when he’s tired or sick. would never let you get out of the bed so good luck with that

loves being the small spoon. he loves it when you hold him, makes him feel safe and loved

also loves it when you take care of him when he loses a match. your gentle touches and the sweet words you whisper to him are the only thing he need after such a bad day

he would learn to cook for you, because he wants to take care of you too. believes chores are something everyone equally should contribute too.

he didn’t have any siblings growing up so he loves your little sibling and would do anything for them

you once said he’d make a great dad when you saw him take care of your siblings. blushed really really hard (please check if he’s okay)

he brought a cat the next day and when you asked him about it he said that he would like the two of you to be cat parents first. would give you puppy eyes if you say no

absolutely loves thighs. ass or tits? nah thighs

if you two are sitting next to each other he would 110% of the time have a hand on your thighs. on a car ride, watching a movie on the couch, doesn’t matter

also loves laying his head on your lap

whenever you sit on his lap he would always hold/support you by having his hands on either sides of your thighs

annnnd by some chance you swat his hands away, he would beg. literally. on his knees if you want him too

loveesssssss when you compliment him

the warmth of love. sae itoshi x reader. fluff. (my comeback era!?)

"i have no idea why your apartment always runs so cold, sae."

he scoffs at your words, raising an eyebrow at the way you're quivering so much. it's almost as if you haven't been anywhere cold before. how cute–

he shakes the rest of his thoughts away, banishing them from every nook and cranny of his mind. he doesn't like the way you make him feel. he's riding high on the wave of you, he thinks, because now he can't even do anything properly without you occupying his mind like a parasite.

(hypothetically, though. you would be the only parasite he would let consume his soul inside out, metaphorically and emotionally.)

sae frowns. "it's really not that bad. you're exagerrating so much, y'know. what is this, an elaborate ploy for me to give you my hoodie, or something?"

(he would've done it in a heartbeat if you asked. both of you knew it–) somehow, you still muster enough decency to roll your eyes and treat his words as a joke.

"actually, i wanted you to turn up the thermostat. but i highly doubt you'll be able to survive the heat, mr lukewarm."

his only response was to place his ice-cold fingers around your neck, making you squirm from the massive gap between his hands and your natural body temperature. he supposes you are a lot warmer than he is– emotionally and biologically.

he raises an eyebrow at your overly-dramatic reaction of thrashing around, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "say that again, i dare you."

"okay, mr lukewarm."

sae hates that nickname– yet somehow, everything coming from you seems a lot better. softer, as if thawing his cold heart.

he makes a show of walking over to the thermostat of his home. your protests (pleas, really–) appear to fall upon deaf ears.

neither of you comment on the way he wordlessly sticks closer to you on the couch, nor your body stops shivering.

“Ink my promises onto your skin” ♡

-jujutsu kaisen tattoo shop au! x gn! reader

|| You decide to get your first tattoo today. As nervous as you were, the presence of the extremely attractive tattoo artists quickly dispersed your anxiety

pairing : megumi fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru, maki zenin, inumaki toge, yuuta okkotsu x gn! reader

genre : fluff, suggestive-ish on gojo’s part

tw/note : mention of needles and blood, i wanted to make this au bc it was fun, i don’t know much about tattoos but i tried my best, if i missed anything, please inform me

words : 2.5k

You reluctantly opened the glass doors to the sketchiest looking shop you’ve ever entered. Your friends decided to dare you to get your first tattoo, which is why you were here. Of course, you were against the idea, but after looking at several cute designs and staring at the ones your friends had..getting one shouldn’t be too bad right? Minus the sharp pain of the needles and possible skin diseases you’d contract, at least your body would have cute little designs on it so you could end in style.

“No..I can’t do this—“ You turned your heel to back away when the chime of the doors made you freeze. “Are you coming in?” A monotone voice of a male rang into your ears as you looked back. Damn he was pretty. Now that the door was opened, you could see a bunch of people inside curiously peeking outside the door right at you. ‘Don’t they have anything better to do??’ You thought. Well you couldn’t just leave now can’t you. And that was the story on how you became entranced to receiving your first tattoo.

Megumi Fushiguro || Tired receptionist

You read the plastic name tag on the man who called out to you. “Megumi Fushiguro” it said in bold letters. He stared at you dully, as if wondering if you were just going to stand outside and waste their precious time and air conditioning. “If you are making an appointment, come in” Was all he said before opening the door a little further. Well now saying “no, I’m sorry” would just be an embarrassment to you. So with no other choice left, you slowly dragged your feet inside to confirm your reservation.

The receptionist- or Megumi as he calls himself, looks through the files with a calm and unbothered feel to him. You noticed he had a soft looking face, sharp eyes and eyelashes no extensions could replicate. Dream man for real. Despite working in a tattoo parlor, he wasn’t how you expected him to be. He barely had any markings on his skin besides a small design on his inner wrist. It was..two small dogs? You stifled a laugh when he raised his arm to stretch because how could such an intimidating looking man have such an adorable tattoo? This obviously caught Megumi’s attention.

He was unimpressed by how you laughed. “Ah no- I just thought your dog tattoos are cute! Do you own some?” You smiled awkwardly. Megumi nodded as he signed you in, motioning his one free hand to the two dogs huddled in the corner. Your sudden fixation on them had him looking up from his screen, observing how your gaze became sparkles and your body basically begging to hug those bundles of fur. Oh yeah this man was distracted. Usually people didn’t care when he mentioned his dogs, he was glad someone showed some appreciation for them.

“First tattoo?” He asked, to which you sheepishly nodded. Megumi didn’t utter another word before he stood up from his chair to lead you to the back area where there were a few tattoo artists waiting with their equipment. Before heading back, you heard him mutter something with a small blush you could see if you look close and squint

“If you’re nervous, I could call my dogs over for you. They make great company and..I could be too”

Geto Suguru || Your assigned tattoo artist

Well hello hottie. Was what your mind immediately thought when your eyes set on the gorgeous man who was simply disinfecting his tools. He had long black hair tied in a man bun, some strands falling on his face that were equally as attractive as his physique. Sleeveless shirt which revealed his tattoo sleeve and neck tattoo. The mysterious man who’d been silent all this time, smiled warmly at you when you were (embarrassingly) caught staring.

“Call me Geto, I’m your artist for today” He patted the open seat to welcome you. You didn’t know what it was but you walked to that seat like your life depended on it. Geto was cautious in preparing everything, making sure that the items were all set. Despite having an intimidating exterior, his hands were gentle, especially with how he handled anything fragile. “Don’t be scared, it may pinch though” He tried to reassure you, but your clammy hands and that large needle he held was not making anything better.

“What design would you like?” He asked and you showed him a simple design and he grinned, muttering a small “cute” under his breath. Your heart did flips inside but you did your best to conceal it. Diligently, the man started to draw sketches on your arm where you mentioned you wanted the tattoo to be. His large, slightly callused hands wrapped around your arm in a firm grip to keep him from making any imperfections. No, your nervous shaking did not help. Could you be blamed ?? This hot as hell man was inches away from your face with his arm holding you tightly.

He pulled away after the sketch was completed, switching over to his needle. Your slight flinch didn’t escape his notice. He leaned closer whilst using the fact he was using rubbing alcohol on you as an excuse to brush his lips against the shell of your ear

“Calm yourself down, my darling, we wouldn’t want any imperfections on your body, now would we?”

Gojo Satoru || Wishes he was your tattoo artist

From the second you entered, there was a strong feeling that there were eyes on you. Your suspicions were confirmed when for a split second, your eyes locked with the blue ones hiding behind a set of sunglasses despite being indoors. You were curious but Megumi was already leading you to get your tattoo done. You could have sworn there was a visible pout on the mystery man’s face when you were assigned to Geto instead of him.

“Ah~ Suguru, why don’t you give this one to me hm? You’ve been busy all day, no?” He lazily made large steps towards you on the chair, pulling on a random stool to sit on. “Gojo Satoru, or ‘the love of your life’ to you, angel” He smiled sweetly, holding out his inked hands for a handshake, as if there were no intentions behind that facade. You simply quirked a brow at his attempts, clearly unamused to which Geto laughed whilst sketching the designs onto your skin. “Trying to get into another pair of pants, Satoru? Nice try” Geto smirked at your plain reaction.

“Awh..But you’re too pretty to be with someone like him” The man who went by Gojo snarled. You wanted to laugh- wait, what happened to all that pressure? For some reason you were calmer than before, a little agitated at the flirting instead of scared. Was that an intention of his? Gojo stayed there for the majority of the preparation process, lazily looking at you and his friend. “Sure you don’t want me instead, doll?” He pouted and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe next time” You muttered, but Gojo heard and he would be using it against you. He stood up, lowered his sunglasses and winked. The man could have just stolen your heart along with that. You tried acting uninterested but we all know you were having a field day in there.

“Next time? Looking forward to our time together. Don’t keep me waiting, doll”

Maki Zenin || Very stressed manager

“Satoru, stop bothering our guests”

A sharp voice was heard which made you look over. A young woman stood with a pen between her fingers and a sleeveless black turtleneck that made her a sight to behold. The outfit revealed her shoulder tattoo that seemed to stretch to her back. “Get back to your post” She warned and surprisingly, Gojo stood up with his hands in the air to show his defeat. Wow. You never thought that that man would listen to anyone but himself. Thank goodness for your taste in women you were slightly afraid of because damn this woman was fine. Her eyes landed on you through her glasses “Sorry about that” she apologized while taking out her clipboard.

At this point, Geto was slowly making the design onto your skin, but you couldn’t focus on the pain at all. Maki noticed your stares on her and curled a brow in curiosity “Is there anything you need?” She strides to your seat, leaning down to check on you. Another intimidating figure that turned out to be very caring. Or maybe this was just customer service. Either way, you couldn’t care less about the pain when this beautiful woman is there. But you could only do so much.

The needle inched deeper into your skin and you yelped. Maki was surprised but quietly laughed. This must be your first time, she thought. Amused, she placed down her clipboard and looked at you. “It isn’t that bad after a while” She reassured before looking at your tattoo artist. “Oi, be careful with them” She almost hit him but stopped herself. Maki couldn’t lie, that yelp you let out was quite cute. Maki couldn’t stay long, but she wanted you to relax. And so, she handed you a small stuffed toy that she gave a few patrons to hold onto when they are scared.

“I have to go, but I hope you enjoy your time” She took her items in her hand and bowed before sending you a small wink before turning her back. You turned your head to the side before you checked the stuffed toy including..a number card? Wait- wait..

This time you let out another yelp, just not from pain

“I have to leave, but I have a feeling that we’d meet again soon. Don’t avoid me when that happens.”

Inumaki Toge || Professional heart warmer

In the back of the room, a young man sat with his legs crossed on a stool with his hands busy playing some games. He had white hair and a black mask on. You were curious as to why he had no visible tattoos, despite all his co-workers having some. He paid no attention to you at all during the first few moments, but when he caught onto how nervous you were after Maki left you with a simple stress toy, he felt like he had to step in. What kind of manager leaves a frightened customer with a simple toy?

Inumaki didn’t speak a word, he didn’t even introduce his name so you had to catch on with solely his name tag. He pointed at his screen and showed a bunch of videos to you. Inumaki’s screen displayed plenty of comedy/prank videos that made you erupt in laughter despite the needle sinking into your skin. Yes, everyone in that parlor were jealous of how Inumaki was doing a better job at comforting you than any of them did. And he didn’t need to flirt, offer you anything or wink his way into your heart.

It was like he was always there. Turns out Inumaki is very much a playful person, making little jokes and making you more at ease just with some videos. Though, you wondered why he didn’t speak. Was it a medical condition? Or simply a preference? You couldn’t tell nor did you feel like asking in case it was a sensitive question. You let out another yelp, tears pricking the corners of your eyes this time. As time went by, your skin became more and more sensitive to the needle than it was before.

Inumaki was startled by your wet eyes, hands sputtering to try and think of something that would help. He tried videos, jokes, nothing worked. He held your hand as he noticed you shaking, warning you that you shouldn’t be moving so much with an ink needle inside you but you didn’t seem to catch on with just the grab. And so, Inumaki pulled down his mask to reveal those hidden tattoos that stretched across his lips in abstract shapes, leaning down and whispered in your ear to get the message across

“Don’t move”

Yuuta Okkotsu || Post-tattoo emotional support

After your tattoo was over, you breathed out a sigh of relief. After your arm was done, another man took Geto’s place. He was relatively younger and had a terrifying aura to him..that is, if he didn’t immediately let out the brightest smile ever when he greeted you. “Hi! I’m Okkotsu Yuuta. I’ll be cleaning your wound for a while so let’s get along well” He grinned. He was like the scariest golden retriever alive, if that made any sense. It was the best way to word him.

Yuuta had a relatively simple tattoo that stretched across his arm. It was quite colorful in contrast to most commonly used colors such as black. “It must’ve hurt huh?” He strikes up some conversation while cleaning up your wound with care, it was as if he held you like porcelain. You wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to be so gentle but you held your tongue from how focused he was on making sure you experienced as little pain as possible from the cleaning process. Deciding to engage in his questions, you two struck up a nice talk together.

He made some funny sentences that made you smile even though he wasn’t sure what he did 90% of the time, blinking confused on why that entertained you. “Oh and there was a time I almost swallowed a needle- I knew with that along with my hearty meal from earlier, that my trip to the bathroom would not be pleasant” Cue your laughter. He blinked a few times at why that was hilarious but enjoyed the fact he had you forgetting about your fresh tattoo he was taking care of.

“Your design is pretty” He muttered subconsciously, looking at how it suited you so well. You asked him about his tattoo, and he explained that it meant how he should focus on what lies ahead instead of being caught up with the past. “Do you have something that you’d like to forget?” Yuuta just nodded at your question with a warm smile. You couldn’t help but want to help him take his mind off any unpleasant memories he had.

“People told me I’d find someone to help me recover. Would it be silly if I said I feel that someone was with me right now?”

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note : couldn’t fit more pictures 🥲 but anyways geto tattoo artist au has been roaming my mind recently so i just had to make it into a fic with other characters. also my maki brainrot is inevitable <3

POOKIE

everytime i’m reminded that isagi likes thighs my day gets a lil brighter

he’s had a long day? he’s coming over to your place and dropping his head in your lap. your thighs are soft and squishy, like marshmallows. it’s even better if you have muscular thighs — the feeling of the muscles flexing beneath his head is absolutely addictive. he could stay there all day.

and he does. you have to remind him that you can’t sleep over, and isagi looks up at you with the saddest, biggest puppy-dog eyes ever. “my parents won’t mind if you stay for a li’l longer, i swear. i already asked them!”

his fascination with your thighs get even worse when he comes back from blue lock. the pillows there are fine, decent, really. they do the job, but they’re thin slabs of cement in comparison to the delicious plushness of your thighs. after he gets home and greets his parents, he’s already texting you, begging for you to come over.

12:09 p.m — r u busy?

12:11 p.m. — can u come over? pls 🙏🏻

as soon as you get in the house, he’s dragging you to his room, making sure you’re comfortable, and then wrapping his arms around your thighs and nuzzling his face against them.

isagi could be sweaty, hungry, absolutely exhausted from training or studies, and he’ll still find time to lay his head in your lap. your thighs are one of his favorite parts of you, and he’ll never let you forget it.

☆ ... notes:

first time writing for a bllk boy </3 so if this is ooc, sorry. im also not caught up on the manga :V didnt do fancy format for this bc short, but lmk if yall like it. anyways, hope yall enjoyed, toodles!! :33