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just rin and his cutesy girlfriend who loves it when he does her hair.
his hands are just so nice, and feel so good! the way he gently brushes his slim fingers through her locks, free hand reaching to gently pick up the bow you picked out.
âare you sure itâs this one?â he asks, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. you nod happily, and rin is sure heâll melt as he moves to tie the bow into your hair.
âso pretty.â he hums after finishing, looking back at your reflection in the mirror as your expression brightens.
your boyfriend, rin, is always happy to help with your outfits, your hair, even your makeupâ but he will admit, he feels just a little flustered when you ask him to apply your lipstick for you.
âalright, love. let me just..â he trails off, attempting to appear nonchalant. heâs definitely not nervous. not at all!
okay, maybe he is. but he just wants to make sure his cute girlfriendâs face stays cuteâ heâs never ever forgive himself if he smeared her lipstick!
however, despite his doubts, rin is actually pretty good. and as time goes on, heâs a pro. easily applying some pretty lipstick over your lips, smiling just a little at the happy expression on your face. youâre so beautiful, he thinks.
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note: might make more parts if u want more :3 sorry if this is short / boring!! :((
youâre just so adorable!! your hand clasping his, tugging him along as you practically bounce with each step you take. rin promised to come with you to the storeâ so, here he is, trailing behind his petty girlfriend as she smiles so brightly.
itâs almost laughable, really. a tall, stoic soccer player and probably the girliest girl around. and if rinâs being honest, he loves it!
heâs more than happy to kneel down in the middle of the street, slim hands reaching to adjust the cute frills of your socks before redoing the buckles on your adorable little mary janes.
and rin definitely doesnât mind holding all your bags, shaking his head at you and insisting itâs fine, and that he can hold them, when you try and tell him you can carry them yourself.
rin has also become your backup whenever youâre at stores.
âi had it first!â some lady shouts at you, her ugly nose scrunching as her hands curls into a fist. âgive it back!â
you can tell that sheâs only so territorial over the dress because she wants to sell it for triple the price on one of those dumb websites.
âi was literally holding it and you tried to snatch it away from me.â you deadpan, looking back at the woman with an unamused expression. like a cute little copy of rin, if you look close enough.
âliar!â she shrieks in that annoyingly loud voice of hers, and her bony hand curls into a fistâ is she going to . . . ?
too bad for her, you have a boyfriend that is definitely not going to let his girlfriend get punched over a damn dress.
his hand grabs her wrist, and the glare he sends to her speaks volumes. guess she didnât need the dress that much anyways, because sheâs quick to scramble awayâ leaving you, and rin, victorious.
when you get home, rinâs feeling almost excited to watch your little fashion show. itâs a tradition the two of you haveâ after every single shopping trip, you need to put on everything you get and show off a little.
rin loves it. he loves you.
âvery cute, baby.â heâd say, a hand lifting up to adjust the frills of your new skirt. âthe colour is nice. a new shade of pink?â
heâs become surprisingly good with colours. at the start of your relationship, it didnât matter to himâ pink was pink and white was white. but now, heâs able to notice even the smallest changes of shades. youâve trained him well !
rin has also just resigned himself to becoming your personal accessory tester.
âawe, you look so handsome!â you coo, fixing one of the many bows you had clipped into his soft hair. âmy little princess.â
yes, in this relationship rin is the princess. the pretty princess, actually.
âthank you, lovely.â he hums, hands gently smoothing over the fabric of your pants. youâre staying at home today, so you havenât changed pyjamas yetâ but you still just look so cute!
of course, rin always has to match with you. wearing cute little pyjamas with paw prints everywhere, the light pink all pretty and cute and so very out of place for a man like rin.
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note: iâd like to write more of rin x his cutesy pretty girlfriend . . . should iiiiii???
at first, rin was hesitant to come over. youâve only been dating for a short while now, so he was skeptical; heâs not one to just.. well, you know. but he guesses he trusts you.
this is all a bit new to himâ heâs not used to being in someoneâs room in a romantic way. so, itâs only natural that he feels a bit out of place when you plop down onto your bed casuallyâ like heâs been here multiple timesâ when he hasnât! he hasnât done this before, okay?! is he supposed to sit beside you or something?!
âsit,â you say, confirming his suspicions as you lightly pat the spot beside you. he can only nod, expression stony as he stiffly sits down where you had motioned.
eventually, he eases up a little. rin even manages to wrap his arm around your shouldersâ smooth, rin. very smooth.
but all of that flies out of the window once you reveal something to him.
ârin, i canât sleep without pressure on my back.â you say, gaze drifting back to meet with your boyfriendâs pretty eyes. he just stares back, slightly dumbfounded at the revelation.
âi just.. well, what iâm trying to say is⊠you need to sleep on my back tonight. please..?â youâd ask, flashing him an unsure smile. itâs an awkward thing to ask; i mean, how do you tell your lover that you just find it impossible to sleep without something on your back? itâs such an oddly specific thing.
âwill you.. be able to breath?â he questions, brows furrowing at your words. what type of crazy person is he dating?
ultimately, after a little convincingâ he agrees. as long as youâre safe and happy, heâs fine with cuddling⊠in your weird, back crushing way.
so, thatâs how rin finds himself sleeping on your back every night from then on. his arms wrapped around your waist, lashes fluttering against your shoulder as muffled snores escape his lips. youâve gotten used to his sleeping habits by now, just as he has yours.
your boyfriend never really gets surprised by anything. so, when your hands reach out to grab at his ankle, he just stares. his teal gaze meets with yours, and he notes the little gleam you have in your eyes.
thatâs when you start to tickle his foot.
he jerks, kicking his ankle away with just a little forceâ he canât help it! sae narrows his eyes at you, sitting up and leaning closer.
âdonât do that.â heâs say, lifting a hand to flick at your forehead to emphasise his point. however, that does nothing to deter you.
because youâve grown a liking to the way he reacts when heâs being tickled.
he doesnât giggle or smileâ he just weighed around like a worm. itâs hilarious! his lips twitch and his leg lifts slightly as your hands dig at his sides, a wide smile plastered over your lips.
ânameâ hey!â you poke at his stomach, before moving to lightly tickle the side of his neck and thatâs when it happens; your boyfriendâs expression shifts to the funniest youâve ever seen.
he flinches, eyes widening just a little as his cheeks flush pink. a small, strangled laugh escapes his lips as you tickle at thst exact spot, your other hand moving to gently poke at the bottom of his foot.
sae doesnât know how you found out about him being ticklish, but if heâs being honest; he canât bring himself to complain about it.
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note: this was very lazy.. iâm writing it late at night so apologises for any mistakes / crazy writing
otoya likes you. well, of course he does; youâre one of the hottest girls heâs dated so far.
but that doesnât stop his sneaky gaze from shifting to another pretty lady when the two of you are out on a date. youâre leaning over the table, elbows resting on the surface as you look out of the window beside you.
cafe dates are quite nice, you think. otoya looks back at your for a moment, before sending another glance to the woman from earlier. hm, he hums to himself. maybe heâs getting bored of you nowâ however, his thoughts are interrupted by your cute voice.
âsheâs so hot.â you say, eyes focused on that very same woman he was eyeing earlier. and thatâs when otoya remembersâ youâre bisexual or something. he sighsâ is the chick heâs into gonna be stolen by his girlfriend out of all people?
âwonder if sheâs into girls,â you muse, pretty lips curving into a smile as the girl walks over. she works here, it seemsâ and youâre definitely not going to let your boyfriend win her over before you can.
âdonât say that, babe.â otoya purrs, lifting a slim hand to grab yours. if he canât get girls, you canât either. but his little display does nothing to deter you.
âhi, cutie.â you greet, waving back at the waitress with your free hand.
and by the time the two of you are out of the cafe, otoya feels like his ego has been beaten relentlessly for hours. thst went perfect for youâ but how?! heâs the best getting girls!
âcan you not do that?â your boyfriend grumbles at you as he walks a little further ahead on the pathway.
âdo what?â you laugh, tilting your head at otoya. what a loser. does he really think youâre just going to let him flirt with other girls while youâre around? no, thatâs your job.
well, that answers his earlier question; otoya never seems to get bored when heâs with you.
he never really noticed itâ but he guesses he should have figured. he plays a lot of soccer, which is a sport which would obviously help with the strength in your thighs.
but if heâs being honest, he never really noticed how nice they are until your hands started to creep towards him. you, his dear, sweet loverâ whoâs got an almost creepy obsession with his thighs.
sae could just be lounging on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table as he scrolls mindlessly on his phone. then suddenly, he feels a familiar warmth behind him. cute, he thinks. his gaze flicks to meet with yours, and his lips twitch with the urge to smile.
he turns his attention back to his phone, sneaking just one more glance at you before he continues with.. whatever he was doing on his phone.
after a few moments, he feels a handâ your handâ grab at his thigh. sae turns, looking back at you with an unamused expression on his face. but, itâs no use. your headâs turned away, and your hand just squeezes at the warm flesh of his thigh as if heâs some squishy toy.
heâs grown used to it by now, though. like when itâs late at night, and youâre feeling tired.
âdonât give me that look.â sae sighs, lifting a hand to pat your head. youâre sat beside him on the couch like usual, a hand touching and squeezing at his thigh. but youâre giving him a look; that look.
the same look that you always give him when you want something.
and your boyfriend can do nothing but comply, his hand gently guiding your head to his lap. he pays no mind to the little kisses and licks you plant on his thighs, a simple sigh escaping his lips as he pats your head.
note: this is just a silly little thought i had. iâve been watching bllk season 2 and just noticed how yummy his thighs look! :p
characters: michael kaiser, ness, nanase, kunigami
this contains: reader is lowk like barbie. so many different jobs lmao.. anyways, lot of fluff and gn! reader :P oh, and reader is smoking a cigarette in nessâs one.. sorry it was the best thing i could think of hehe.. and in kunigamiâs one youâre a cosplayer! :3
extra: yes, i really like michael kaiser, how could you tell?
kaiser doesnât care about you. youâre just some random lowlife who sits around near the stadium to eat lunch. who eats in such a grimy place, anyways? and why are you so loyal to that bench? despite these questions, kaiser pays no attention to you. not until he catches sight of you one day. itâs only then, when he realisesâ youâre a freaking journalist. youâre writing away with one hand, the other clutching onto a fork as you balance your hunger with work. the man approaches, raising an eyebrow as you seem to stiffen. he says nothing, half relishing in the way you suddenly look so.. awkward. he grunts in slight annoyance as you stand back up, quickly walking away from himâ leaving your beloved journal behind, only your lunch in hand as you practically speed down the street. he debates following after you, his slim hand reaching to pick up your journal. itâs cute, he notes; not something that heâd use, but he supposes that it suits you. the next time kaiser sees you, youâre at the same bench. looking around for your journal, he figures. he chuckles inwardly as a yelp escapes your lipsâ took you long enough to realise he was behind you. how can a journalist be so scatterbrained? well, itâs lucky that he was holding onto your little journal. âhere,â he says, lips curling into a charming smile. that smile falters when you snatch the journal back from him, making yet another quick retreat. over the next few days, you donât visit that usual bench. part of him wonders if he scared you offâ he laughs at the thought, stepping out of the main building. kaiser feels.. oddly surprised when he sees you back on that bench. your eyes meet, and you give him a strange look. you really are strange, kaiser thinks to himself. the same thought crosses his mind when he sees you at one of his gamesâ oh, right. youâre a journalist. but when you give him that familiar strange look, he finds himself hoping that you came for a different reason. not that he thinks you would, anywaysâ youâre always running off like a mouse.
ness thinks that youâre really cool. you seem to be a super bit fan of soccerâ âcause he always sees you at his games! he never gets close enough to even think of saying something to youâ but he really wishes he can one day. when that day actually does roll around, though, ness freezes. youâre in the car park of the stadium, leaning against a wall with a cigarette perched between your lips. you exhale slowly, the smoke drifting out through the night air and he swears his cheeks have turned red. you are so cool, he thinks to himself. âyou need something?â you ask, your gaze drifting to meet with hisâ wow, youâre so much prettier up close. ness shakes his head, looking back at you. â..do you want one?â you raise an eyebrow at the man, and for a moment, he stands there in slight confusion. does he want a cigarette? normally, he would deny it as soon as possible. but now, he finds himself nodding hesitantly and stepping closer. his cheeks only flush further as you lean towards him, pushing off of the wall and plucking the cigarette out of your lips. wait, waitâ this isnât what he agreed to! what was he thinking, anyways!? heâs never smoked before! his eyes widen, but when he sees you smile, your expression brightening just a little, he relaxes. âif you wanted to talk you could just say so.â you say, looking back at the man, and he swears youâre dangerous. after that incident, heâd find himself looking out for you after matchesâ and he wonders if youâre waiting for him, or maybe if you like watching his games. should he say something? he smacks himself mentally for even thinking that, and smiles brightly as he approaches you again. youâre probably just very interested in soccer.
nanase doesnât know what to feel about you. after training, he likes to visit the cafe down the street. you work there, and heâs discovered that youâre really good at making coffee. you draw cute little flowers and hearts on his cup sometimes, and nanase thinks his heart flutters when he notices it! you look so good, tooâ and, andâ youâre standing in front of him again, holding a notepad in your hand, nodding slightly as he orders. he knows that you know heâs going to get the same as usual. youâre somehow always the one to serve him, but heâs not mad. in fact, he thinks he likes it. he feels weird when you return after a little while, and he feels even weirder after you leave. nanase gets these weird feelings around you, but heâs not sure why. maybe itâs the way you smile at him, or the cute drawings. or maybe heâs just overthinking this and youâre nice to everyone! yeah, thatâs what it is. but when he sees your number scribbled onto his receipt with a heart beside it, his knees practically buckle. is it casual? is this casual!?
kunigami saw you for the first time at the gymâ well, it was you, but you were cosplaying one of your favourite characters. when he stepped inside, he really didnât expect to see (character) standing right in front of him getting ready to work out. the next time he saw you was after training one night. he was walking down a street, footsteps heavy against the pavement and his shoulders sagging before he hears.. heavier footsteps? he turns around, and flinches slightly at the sight of youâ in full armour with a massive sword in your arms. he blinks back at you for a moment, slightly confused. âare you.. okay?â stupud question, but heâs curious. you nod, giving him a cute little peace sign and he thinks your demeanour is much from the outfit youâre wearing. you seem quite.. shy, almost. which is funny for a person in full armour. he lifts a hand, gesturing to his face for you to pull of the helmet. you comply, feeling your heart race just a littleâ you really didnât expect to run into kunigami tonight. you came back from a con, feeling tired and super heavyâ definitely not ready to talk to your secret crush. you look back at the man, and the.. strangely shy expression on your face is very out of place. you both stand there awkwardly for a few moments, before you quickly put your helmet back on and walk past him, saying something about âbeing in a hurry.â after that interaction, kinigamiâs scrolling on tiktok; and he nearly drops his phone when he comes across your account. ah, so youâre a cosplayer; he clicks onto your profile, deciding heâd like to see some of your recent posts. what did you mean by saying âjust ran into my crush in cosplay nobody talk to meâ on your newest video? he wonders how many other people you ran into tonight.
this contains: fluff, fluffy fluff fluff, reader described as cute and pretty a lot, gn! reader (please tell me if i made any slip-ups!)
extra: iâll make more parts with other characters and then another series like this but swifch the rolls! so, oblivious! reader and the characters crushing on u <3
sae doesnât get why he always seems to see youâ youâre just a cute person who lives down the street from him and keeps to yourself. yet somehow, you always manage to catch his attention! maybe itâs because he sometimes sees your cat perched on his fenceâ watching as you peek out of your window in search of the said feline, wondering where they went. but when your eyes meet, you get all flustered and shut your window quickly. wow, you really are very reserved, sae thinks to himself. the same thought comes to mind when heâs walking down the street, a hand adjusting his scarf when he hears someone stumbleâ is that.. yeah, itâs you. he watches as you scramble back up, sending him an odd glance that he can only perceive as panicked before you turn around and run from him. is he that bad that youâd literally run away from him instead of speaking?
rinâs very confused when he gets a follow request on instagram. he doesnât even use the accountâ did a fan somehow manage to find him? when he clicks on the profile, heâs rather surprised to see such a cute person. why would someone like you request to follow a blank private account with nothing but a first name on it? even then, he canât lieâ your posts are interesting, and you seem familiar⊠heâs pretty sure heâs seen you talking with isagi or something. he shrugs to himself, accepting your follow request and hesitantly following back. and over the next few months, he really canât help but wonder who all those notes are dedicated to, or the sweet songs you post with your stories. surely it canât be him, rin thinks to himself as he presses onto your story. he takes note of the songâ âA dream with a baseball playerâ by Faye webster. he admires your face for a few moments, silently wondering if thereâs a meaning behind the lyrics you chose from this song.
chigiri doesnât get why youâre always looking at him with that strange expression on your cute face. your eyes sparkle and your lips partâ almost as if you want to say something. but as soon as he makes full eye contact with you, he can only watch as you turn around and walk away quickly! the next time he sees you, he feels almost compelled to say somethingâ but he canât, because now you wonât even spare him a glance! when the next time comes around, heâs determined. whatâs your deal, anyways? so when he finally manages to corner you, eyes narrowed and hands on his hips, heâs surprised when you speak. âyour hair is really prettyâ and your skin. whatâre your secrets?â you ask, looking back at the man. youâve got that same weird expression! why are you looking at him like that after saying something so cute?! either way, chigiri finds himself exchanging numbers with you⊠and calling surprisingly often. do you really like his hair that much? how many tips can someone ask for? itâs almost like youâre looking for an excuse to talk to him..
yukimiya doesnât know you. well, he knows youâ but he doesnât know you. the two of you first met when his usual makeup artist wasnât available. they went on and on about how good you are during the brief phone call, and he canât lieâ they really were telling the truth about you. âhi,â you smileâ and wow, your makeup is so good that the blush on your cheeks looks almost natural! when you finished his makeup, you smile proudly. your pretty hands lingered on his shoulders for a few moments as he looked back at his reflection, admiring your work. he feels strangely eager to exchange contact info, even smiling to himself as you take a quick picture of him and say how pretty he looks. next time he hears about you, heâs almost shocked when someone tells him that youâre pretty well-known in the makeup businessâ but not for the reason he expected. did they just say that you rarely accept clients? but you came to him so easilyâ surely itâs a coincidence. yukimiya repeats that to himself when you send him a message, asking if you can practice a little on his face because heâs just so pretty; and did you call him a bare canvas? youâre really professional, he thinks. you donât even see him as a manâ heâs just a tool for you to practice makeup on! but somehow, he doesnât feel offended.
