KAISER'S PROFILE IS OUT. I REPEAT KAISER'S PROFILE IS OUTTT!!!!!

KAISER'S PROFILE IS OUT. I REPEAT KAISER'S PROFILE IS OUTTT!!!!!

Stray dogs ☹️. He hates presents. He was born on christmas and yet never got to celebrate neither his birthday or xmas. I'm gonna cry.

I love him ☹️

OMG! (olympic muffin greed)

michael kaiser / reader

established relationship, (affectionate) slut shaming as a joke towards michael, michael is down bad

you: <link attached>

you: film and post a mukbang

you: tw emotional

micha!!: ????

micha!!: it's just an ordinary chocolate muffin what

you: bro do you not see the swimmer guy tweaking out over these damn muffins they gotta be good

you: i need you to try them and report back to me

You see Michael's chat bubble alternate between typing and pausing at the bottom of your phone screen. Right as you're about to call him out on his indecisive buffoonery, you get a FaceTime banner and immediately pick up with pure, non-devious intentions.

Michael's face pops up on the screen, a white towel resting on his bare shoulders as wet, messy hair frames his face. Strands of blue and blond get pushed away as Michael drags his hand through his hair.

"Almost two years of dating and I'm still being called 'bro'."

"Hi Micha! Don't complain and don't contact me until you try the Olympic Chocolate Muffins ©"

Michael groans your name in annoyance, barely covering a laugh to your persistence. He sits on his bed and throws a shirt over his head before responding. "You're saying that as if you're not the one that's going to be spam texting me five minutes after we hang up."

"The only reason why you aren't as clingy is because you're a slut and spending all your time on your side pieces."

"A what?! You need to stop calling me that. Just because I'm hot doesn't mean I'm cheating on you. If I was, I would be inviting you to join."

"I'm so desperate, you don't even understand." You groan in frustration, imagining the ooey chocolate chunks melting into freshly baked muffin batter being abandoned by your boyfriend, the pastries crying out for the slightest bit of attention from the number one sexiest soccer player ever (scientifically proven). "I'm so bored without my super amazing cool awesome hot athletic hunk whore of a boyfriend, I miss you and therefore I need you to humor me a little."

"Don't say I don't love you after this."

"Micha what are you going—"

you: michael

you: michael what are you up to

you: michael pls don't kill the entire village

you: hello why did u hang up

you: 2 minutes no michael kaiser i can't hear out of my eyes anymore my blood oxygen levels are rapidly declining i can't do this anymore

micha!!: <image attached>

micha!!: how many do you want me to bring home

you: MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU SWIPE SO MANY IN 3 MINS

you: BRING ALL OF THEM BUT 20 MUFFINS IN YOUR BAG???

micha!!: you wanted them and who am i to deny my kaiser-deprived partner of their wishes

micha!!: and i'm agreeing to your mukbang idea as long as you do it with me

micha!!: going through that by myself is humiliating and i have an image to maintain but you'll make it slightly more entertaining

you: omg this is so romantic

you: i love you <3333

micha!!: i love you too

micha!!: see you soon :)

I LOVE YAKU SO MUCH.

yaku x clown reader oneshot req

you’re giving them a clown makeover with his own costume and matching big red nose

You and Yaku dressing up as clowns!

Yaku Morisuke x Reader

— Summary: You and Yaku dress up as clowns for a birthday party.

— Tags/Genre: Fluff, comedy | Gn!Reader

— Warnings: Swearing (?), mention of underpants.

This was definitely the worst idea he agreed to do with you, and he bitterly regrets every second of his own decision.

To give you a brief context, your family had planned to throw a birthday party for your cousin who will be turning seven years old soon. And a very important fact about this cousin is that he is completely obsessed with circuses, and it's no wonder that the theme of his birthday party was nothing less than that.

And a circus wouldn't be complete if there weren't clowns! So that's why now you and Yaku are in the bathroom near the birthday venue, making the final preparations on your clown costume that would definitely surprise the child and his friends.

But you have a problem now. You couldn't look at Yaku without giving him an outrageous laugh. The clown costume looked normal on you, of course it wasn't the best thing in the world, but it would work for this moment, but the same couldn't be said about Yaku.

Due to his short stature, the one-size-fits-all costume that was supposed to fit him is now being rolled up at the sleeves and pants, trying to do everything to disguise the fact that the costume was clearly not made for someone of his size.

And as if that wasn't enough, you two were using a poorly done makeup and a wig of minimally dubious quality, almost looking like you guys just came off a horror movie.

But you have to be honest, your clown costume was a thousand times better than Yaku's. You look at the boy that was putting the characteristic red ball on his nose, that is essential to the clown look, item that you are also using, matching exactly with his visual.

Unintentionally you let out a light laugh, which made him look at you with a deadly look.

"If you tell anyone of the team about this, don't expect to wake up the next day..." You give him a thumbs up in approval, too scared to try and say anything at the death threat you just received.

You suddenly felt nervous, almost as if it was a sign that some tragic event would occur soon, but you put that feeling aside, thinking it was just the threatening aura that overflowed from Yaku. There's no reason to be worried, everything would work out in the end, right?

Well, you were completely wrong.

Some minutes later, you two arrived to the party, surprising the birthday boy and his friends.

"Hello my dear frends!! I am Mr. Glitter, and this one next to me is my special companion, Mr... erm... Hobbit!!" "SAY THAT AGAIN YOUR PIECE OF S-" you quickly give Yaku a light kick in the shin, giving a forced smile to the audience of children who were now staring at him in doubt.

"Piece of s...hinning star! Hahah..."

After this little slip-up, everything seemed to be going well, you interacted with the children, who were easily entertained by anything you did, so it wasn't too difficult to get everything in order.

One of the activities you were doing to make the kids happy was blowing up several balloons, and we all know that colorful, flying things for sure caught their attention.

And it's no exaggeration to say that when you announced that you two were going to distribute the balloons, everything would become chaos.

The children were in a crying and screaming war to see who would catch the balloon first, several children surrounding you and your boyfriend, with even some clinging to both of your and his legs. It was such a mess that even some mothers had to give their unruly children a little scolding.

But it was already too late for that. Everything happened in a fraction of seconds, and you could only notice that the big pants that Yaku was wearing were on the floor of the party room when a little girl screamed.

"MOM LOOK, THE SHORT CLOWN IS WEARING A KITTEN UNDERPANTS!!"

A child accidentally pulled Yaku's pants too far, causing them to fall down and reveal his underpants that you gave him jokingly as a Valentine's Day gift (which you actually bought for both of you, since it was a couple's set).

The moment this happened, the entire hall remained silent, some with a look of shock on their faces at the embarrassing situation, and others holding back laughter.

In no volleyball match has Yaku reacted as quickly as he did now, immediately picking up his pants from the floor and running to the out of the ballroom in embarrassment. You, of course, felt sorry for him at the moment, but not even the makeup you were using could hide the redness on your face as you tried to hold back as much as possible not to laugh at his situation.

"Yakkun w-wait...! W-Wait for me!!" You say with your voice cracking amidst the laughter that escaped your mouth, and quickly follows the boy.

That night, while everyone was celebrating your cousin's party, you and Yaku were sitting on the lawn outside the hall, with you not being able to stop laughing, and Yaku already starting to prepare mentally knowing that you definitely plan to tell his teammates about this.

— A/N: I'm not sure if that was exactly what you wanted, but as you didn't give so many details about how you wanted me to write, I did what I thought would be good, but trying to leave it as you asked!!

Proud to say I was a follower when “them talking about you to their best friends” (^ ^) YOUVE GROWN SO MUCH IM SO PROUD OF UUUU (I sound like a mom now)

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STAYING HERE SINGE THE BEGINNING, YOU'RE A REAL ONE 😭😭💕💕

I never thought I'd get over 50 followers, but I'm actually at 230 now (???) I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW

But really, thank you SO MUCH. I also want to thank each and every one of my followers, SPECIALLY the people from GF FC who have been here every since I started writing and helped me along the way.

This ask made my night sm better, I'm going to have such a great sleep now 🫶🫶

I'm on a search for Inumaki fics today 💯💯

Tuna Mayo

Summary:

Inumaki Toge tries to make rice balls in the aftermath of Shibuya. Reader helps him out.

Or an Inumaki Toge-centric fic about dealing with the events of Shibuya while also being absolutely whipped for GN!Reader.

Content warnings/tags: Canon typical descriptions of violence, dealing with loss of limb, probably inaccurate description of making rice balls

About 2000 words.

Author’s Note:

For @tsukimefuku ’s JJK Foodies and Goodies Event!! This has been in the works for forever but I just now got around to actually writing it! Sorry for the wait!

divider credits @ thecutestgrotto

Fic under the cut!

Inumaki Toge was caught in the crossfire of Sukuna’s cursed technique. It happened so quickly, he didn’t even have time to comprehend the sudden loss of limb before the world cracked and jolted under his feet like the most sinister of earthquakes he’d ever experienced.

The rubble of newly destroyed buildings quickly toppled him, even with his fast reflexes honed from sparring with Maki. The absence of his arm had left him off balance and unsteady.

Without any way to actually push the large stones off of his rapidly bleeding out body, he tried screaming. Screaming with all his throat had left in the tank, which wasn’t a lot to begin with. He couldn’t even shout the word help. He could only shriek nonsensical ingredients for rice balls, hoping and praying his comrades in arms would find him in the carnage.

He ceased his fruitless attempts at rescue when he began coughing up blood from his thoroughly shot throat. He used his technique too much already. The screaming surely wasn’t helping.

The edges of his vision slowly washed and swirled a comforting shade of black. His body and extremities were feeling numb and cold.

Is this what dying feels like? he wondered to himself.

The only thing he could actually feel was the scratchy aftermath of using his voice so much, the rest felt like floating in a lukewarm pool of water. Maybe dying wasn’t so bad after all.

The rays of moonlight over the city came into view of his drooping and exhausted eyelids and he saw a flash of a familiar white uniform.

Rika was working on lifting up the heaviest stones from off of his body while Yuuta looked like he was shouting something his brain couldn’t comprehend in such a state of blood loss.

His eyes drifted off somewhere behind Yuuta’s form and he laid his violet gaze upon you.

Your face was white as a sheet and you were pointing a trembling finger in his direction from a little further off. You had heard him screaming and went to seek help.

A soft smile spread across his face. If this was the last thing he would ever see, he was glad it was going to be your face.

And with that, he blacked out for several days.

Several rounds of reverse cursed technique later and being treated in Shoko’s infirmary alongside several other brutally injured and similarly maimed sorcerers in the aftermath of Shibuya, Inumaki Toge was forced to cope with the realization that living with one arm was going to have to become the new normal for him.

Shoko had explained to him that you and Yuuta had searched all over for the missing arm in hopes of being able to reattach it, but they couldn’t find it in the destroyed remains of Shibuya.

“Spicy cod roe,” he had said bitterly in return. He liked to use this in place of expletives.

He already had to deal with so little talking and struggling to communicate his thoughts accurately because of his cursed technique, surely it wasn’t going to be so difficult getting used to another such obstacle.

It was days after the trauma of the Shibuya incident and he was back in the dormitory’s kitchenette with the plans of making a small midnight snack.

Phantom limb pain and phantom limb itches had kept him up longer than he intended and he was growing restless just staring up at the ceiling in bed so he figured it would be best to try and occupy himself with something other than sleeping.

He punched the button to open up the rice cooker and reached into a drawer to grab a clean plastic rice paddle. He scooped out a clumsy spoonful of rice and set it on a cooking mat on the counter. He fished open another drawer and got out a sharp knife for cutting up the spare bit of tuna left he had gotten out of the refrigerator before.

He tried several times to get a nice clean cut on the piece of tuna, but without a second arm to brace the thing, the knife kept dragging around the raw fish around the cutting board.

Toge huffed a sigh to himself and looked at the ugly pieces and thought it wouldn’t really matter anyway since the tuna was going to go inside the rice ball. It wouldn’t be visible on the finished product.

Squeezing a good bit of mayonnaise on the cooking mat he started to try and incorporate it into the rice so that it would become sticky so he could form the shape of the rice ball-proper.

Once again, it was an exceedingly awkward and surprisingly challenging experience to try and squish around mayonnaise into rice as he tried to make sure it was at least somewhat evenly coated. The rice was spilling off the cooking mat in his clumsiness and getting all over the counter because, again, he didn’t have that second hand he greatly missed to brace and control the direction of the rice.

When it was good enough to call government work, he just stared at the mess before him and realized that this was a much more difficult task than he initially realized. What had been like second-nature or even as easy as breathing to him before was suddenly a monumentally more complicated endeavor with only one hand to work with.

How on earth was he going to shape the rice balls with only one hand? He hadn’t really thought about it when he originally began on his midnight snack.

He started in earnest, nonetheless, on his seemingly impossible task. He worked a clump of the sticky rice-mayo concoction in his singular hand and undulated it around in an attempt to create some sort of familiar shape. He wasn’t picky if it was a circle or a triangle, but anything that remotely resembled one of the two shapes would be best.

However, the material kept refusing to cooperate in his palm and broke apart. As hard as he tried to reform the clump into something edible, any shape would disintegrate in his hand with one wrong move.

In his frustration, he just squished the entire thing into his fist as the rice-mayo oozed out and stuck to the sides of his aching fingers. He tried to flick off the excess back onto the cooking mat and clean off his hand, but in his fit of anger, it was a fruitless venture. Slamming his rice-riddled fist on the counter, he heaved another frustrated sigh as he suddenly felt his heart and throat tighten just like his solitary fist.

How could something so simple and familiar to him just a few days ago turn impossible after just a few short seconds and being in the wrong place at the wrong time?

“Inumaki-san?”

Your voice felt like a soothing balm to the tightness in his chest and the phantom pain in his no-longer-there hand.

“Are you alright?”

He nodded, and tried to wipe away a tear that was threatening to fall from his eyes in frustration, but he only succeeded in slathering a mess of rice-mayo on his face. And when he realized what he had done, he frantically tried to wipe that off, but his entire hand was covered in the stuff and it just made everything worse.

God, he must look like an idiot in front of you! His mind was filled with curses but he stopped in his tracks when he heard the nearly angelic sound of your laugh. It caught him off guard and he looked up and over in your direction for the first time.

You had the cutest smile plastered on your face and a shy hand was partially obscuring it to hide your burst of sudden laughter.

“Need a hand with that?” you asked him, voice light with laughter.

His entire body felt like it had been dunked in ice water.

Your hand slapped over your mouth in realization.

“Oh, shoot! Oh my god, I’m such an idiot… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, Inumaki-san. Please, forget what I said. I’m so sorry, I swear. I didn’t-” you frantically tried to apologizing. “Here, let me-”

You rushed over to his side and grabbed the kitchen towel that hung off the sink and started to wipe away the mess of rice all over his face. He was still paralyzed, stuck stiff as a board as you worked carefully and methodically at cleaning him up.

He watched you work intently. It was hard not to, being in such close proximity. Up close, your eyes were even more dazzling than they appeared from far away. Toge felt his cheeks heating up at the proximity and he tried to look away to hide his surely lobster-red face, but you caught his cheek and held it in place with a frown on your face.

“Don’t move, I’m trying to help.”

He was trapped. Thoroughly paralyzed under your words. It was like you had his Cursed Technique, the way you spoke with such conviction. It was like he was covered by heavy debris from a destroyed building again, but this time it was only your words trapping him in a daze.

You breathed a sigh and removed your hands and the towel from his face not too long after. You tossed the towel back on the sink.

“There, all done.”

He nodded, finally breaking free from your spell and being able to move again.

“What were you trying to do? Make some rice balls?” you asked, eyes falling to the remains of the midnight snack on the cooking mat.

He nodded again and averted his gaze from the mess on the countertop. It was embarrassing, really, to look at. Toge had always prided himself on being a fairly decent cook. The state of the kitchen counter wasn’t something he wanted anyone to witness, especially not you.

“I’m not really good at shaping them, but if you need some help, I can try my best.”

He stared at you for the longest time, trying to decipher if your words were sincere or if you were mocking him in his weakness. But you didn’t possess a malicious bone in your body. It was probably an earnest offer to help, he decided.

Toge made a “go ahead” motion with his hand and stepped away from the counter.

You nodded to him and stepped up to the mess on the counter and tried to figure out where to begin. His face flushed again and he almost wanted to tear away your shoulder from the countertop and push you out of the kitchenette. He suddenly felt like everything leading up to this moment had been a huge mistake. He never should have gone to make a snack at midnight. Of course someone would end up walking in on him making a huge fool of himself, and of course it just had to be you! It was so stupid, he shouldn’t have-

But any motion in his body that wanted to run away or rip you away from his embarrassing attempt at cooking halted when he heard you start humming to yourself as you took a much-too large clump of rice into your hands and began shaping it clumsily.

He stood there stiff again, stupefied by your jaunty tune and carefree aura radiating from every last cell of your body. It was like you didn’t even see a big mess, just another way to help a friend in need. A hand instinctively covered up his mouth that he only just now realized had fallen open.

Toge watched you gently press an ugly piece of tuna into the far too large, mostly triangle-shaped rice ball and set it on the mat. And you just began to form another. This one had much less rice than the previous one. There was no way they were going to turn out even at this rate, but he was enchanted with watching your hands as they worked their magic.

By the time you finished, you presented him with three unequal sized rice balls on a ceramic plate you had fetched from the top shelf.

“Sorry, they’re all kinda uneven, but they should taste all the same, ahaha,” you said, offering the plate nervously to him.

He nearly forgot to take the plate out of your hands, he was too busy staring at you with eyes swimming with every question and compliment under the sun he wanted to shower you with, but he couldn’t say anything that his brain wanted to.

All that came out of his mouth was, “Salmon.”

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"If I was a color, I think I'd be yellow"

"Why?"

"Non-important. I just feel it"

He has never seen yellow the same way again. It was everywhere. He looked for it everywhere. And everytime, without fail, he remembered you. A pretty sunflower. Your blinding smile. A little minion figure he saw on the mall. You crying after watching the latest "Despicable Me" movie (and him laughing at your cute stupid crying face). A silly Winnie the Pooh keychain on a crying child's backpack. You talking to the said sad kid you both saw on the street and trying to cheer them up, playing with them and making sure they were smiling, their worries melting away in the speed of light (you'd make such a great mother, he thinks, making his face grow bright red right after). The sun in all of it's glory. You. You. You. You.

You were like a plague infecting his brain and soul. He couldn't focus on anything anymore because you were always running through his head, the sound of your laugh playing inside his mind 24/7 and driving him half insane. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to ask you why you said to him you were yellow. How did you know? What made you so sure of it? Why you had put him under this spell in which everytime he catches just the smallest and quickest glimpse of yellow, the image of you came flooding his mind and senses? Did you even think about him the same amount of times he thought about you? He didn't know. He couldn't know unless he asked you. And it was not fair. Not fair at all.

"Remember that day you told me you were yellow?"

"Yeah" you said, stopping mid-sip of your milkshake and looking at him with your beautiful a confused face "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"You never gave me an answer to the question I asked you that day" he ignored how the first sentence you said made his heart fluster and his stomach go silly.

"Which question?" How humilliating. He's gonna have to swallow his pride and repeat it. Utterly ridiculous.

"Why?" He couldn't care less about how hurt his ego was right now "Actually, how. How did you know you're yellow?"

"Easy. It's 'cause yellow and purple are opposites, so they look good when put together"

"What?"

"Yellow and purple are on opposite sides of the color wheel, silly! So they're complementary colors and go well together"

"I know that. But what does purple have to do with you being yellow?"

"You remind me of purple"

And suddenly, he realized yellow has never been alone. Next to the beautiful sunflower, there's a bellflower, that looks gloom when compared to the yellow plant, but basks in the joy it seems to bring nonetheless. Just like you are the one to bring joy to his life. Beside the minion figure, there's a figure of those bad purple minions, and while one is considered pretty, funny and nice, the other one is scary, angry and people tend to avoid them. It reminds him of you two: extroverted and kind you and introverted and rude him. Perfect opposites. Perfect together. He hadn't noticed before, but the child's backpack was purple, and this memory was followed by the the sound of the laughs you and the little fella shared. Kids should always be happy, smiling, harmless and having fun. Comfortable. Safe. In that way, you make him feel like a little kid. Your warm embrace, so protective and oh so motherly. He feels relaxed around you. Overjoyed. And even though he doesn't smile a lot, you always seem to make him want to crack a real, big grin. It must be a superpower of yours. Lastly, the sun, always followed by the moon. Even though they don't "meet" often, when they do, they create one of the prettiest phenomena known to humanity: an eclipse. They're always apart, but when they're together, it's so beautiful that the whole world stops to see.

"That's cringy. And kinda stupid."

"No it's not! We're a perfect duo! Just admit it!!"

"'Course we are"

"What did you say? I didn't quite hear you!!"

"I'm not saying it again."

So don't act surprised when your wedding is full of beautiful sunflowers and bellflowers. You should see it coming. They look good together right? Just like you two.

RIN ITOSHI, Kunigami Rensuke, Nagi Seishiro, MICHAEL KAISER, Barou Shohei, SAE ITOSHI, TODOROKI SHOTO, SHINSOU HITOSHI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, TSUKISHIMA KEI (his name's kanji meaning moon is just so-- perfect fot this fic) , Osamu Miya, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + any character you think fits this!!

Curiosity!!!: Bellflowers mean "everlasting love and commitment" in flower language, while sunflowers mean steadfast love!!

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Wrote this in the middle of my portuguese class. I hate it. I'm in love with him