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Rin Itoshi was the cutest baby ever!
2k followers event, request no. 14: While cleaning Rin's room, you accidentally discover a hidden folder filled with his childhood photos and suddenly, the cold, intimidating striker becomes the cutest thing you've ever seen.
You were not supposed to find that folder.
Actually according to Rin, it was supposed to stay buried, locked, sealed, burned and thrown off the edge of the earth.
But too bad for him... you were cleaning his drawers. And when you opened a random drawer in his room, you found a neatly labeled USB drive.
Rin 0–10
Your eyes widen.
"...No way," you whisper and plug it in your computer.
A folder pops up.
Inside hundreds, hundreds of baby, toddler, and little kid Rin pictures.
That's when it happens.
You actually clutch your chest like you've been stabbed by cuteness.
"OH. MY. GOD. RIN. ITOSHI. YOU WERE A WHOLE MOCHI BALL—WHAT THE HELL—LOOK AT THIS FACE—LOOK AT YOU—YOU WERE BITEABLE!!!"
On the other hand Rin has just come out of shower, with towel around his neck, totally worried.
"Why are you screaming?"
Then he sees it, the screen, his baby face, and you violently pointing at the monitor like you've just discovered the meaning of life.
Rin freezes.
"No"
You whip around so fast the chair nearly tips over.
"RIN!"
His eye twitches.
You point at the screen with trembling fingers.
"YOU WERE A BABY."
"...Everyone was."
"NOT THIS CUTE."
You click another picture.
Tiny Rin sitting on a blanket in the grass, his cheeks so round they look VERY squeezable. His dark hair sticks up in every direction while he stares into the camera with a confused expression.
You gasp so loudly Rin physically flinches.
"Oh my God. YOU LOOK LIKE A LITTLE DUMPLING."
not to be like both sides are wrong, and only i’m right, but i have been thinking about sabrina’s album cover controversy. to me, it’s pretty evident that she is going to be exploring her own compliance in getting into relationships where she gets treated badly or well like a dog. while manchild is a tongue-in-cheek mocking song that is all about how she just keeps stumbling into bed with these loser men, woe is me, there is an obvious irony to lines like “won’t you let an innocent woman be?” “i swear they choose me, i’m not choosing them.” sabrina is hardly an innocent doe-eyed girl. she is very sharp and experienced in relationships, and no one is forcing her to date these men. the music video further emphasizes this point by showcasing her hitchhiking into increasingly more ridiculous automobiles with increasingly more ridiculous men who all let her down in various absurd and/or violent ways. and yet the closing shot of the video is her getting out of one car and immediately running over and jumping into the next, continuing the cycle. so while the song on the surface externalizes the blame for her mistreatment to basically everyone but her, the subtext is all about how sabrina is the one doing this to herself. when i see the album cover of her smiling at the camera on her knees while a man holds her hair like a leash, i see a deep and very uncomfortable self-awareness and acknowledgement happening here. it’s obviously going to be dressed up in the shiny pop music veneer and sabrina’s signature brand of dry humor, but this is a very sensitive topic that most upcoming pop girls wouldn’t touch with a ten feet pole because it is humiliating to admit that you’re complicit in your own mistreatment and degradation. that you aren’t just posing as a dog, but you actually let men treat you like one. manchild isn’t just the first single from the album but also the opening track, setting the stage for what the album will be exploring. and again while on the surface it looks like your usual my ex is a loser classic fare, in actuality it is all about how sabrina is deluding herself about her choice of partners. “manchild, why you always come running to me?” she asks, and i’m willing to bet that she is going to be answering that question in the album, eventually coming to the conclusion that these things aren’t as one-sided as she initially presented them to be. from what i’ve seen, sabrina is very smart and very deliberate when it comes to her branding. i highly doubt she chose such a sensational image just to “appeal to the male gaze.” yes the picture is meant to play into that trope, but hardly in a glorifying way.
Dating Clark Kent Headcanons ༊*·˚
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Boyfriend!Clark Kent who gets made fun of by Jimmy and Lois over how whipped he is for you, like he’ll be going on with his day like usual at The Daily Planet, and he doesn’t suspect to be so made fun of when Jimmy sees his phone background is a selfie of you, not even a picture of you two together, it’s literally just a picture of you posing by yourself for the camera.
“Dude, really?”
“Golly, what’s your problem now Jimmy!? I love my girlfriend! So what?”
Boyfriend!Clark Kent who will drop everything to look after whilst you’re on your period. You need pads? He already has a stash prepared. You prefer tampons? Perfect! He has those too! You have cramps? He’ll gladly spend the night in bed with you whilst rubbing your stomach, feeding you your favourite sweet treats and refilling your hot water bottle when you it eventually goes cold.
“You feeling better yet baby?” He asks as you walks back into the room, two mugs of herbal tea in hand. “Need me to get you anything else?”
“I just want you.” You reply, voice thick with tiredness and the splitting headache that was too stubborn to leave no matter the amount of pain killers you digested.
“You can have me anytime!” Clark gently climbs into bed, careful not to accidentally change your position as your cramps seem to be not so bad right now. He gives you a gentle forehead kiss as he snuggles under the covers knowing he would do whatever you needed to make your body be a little less harsh on you.
“…actually I’m really craving that chocolate bar right now.”
He huffs out a chuckle, “You stay here, I’ll go get it for you right now baby.”
Boyfriend!Clark Kent who’s sooooooo clingy after you both get home from work, the second you walk through the door, it’s immediate snuggles and endless kisses all over your body.
this is so random but you should write a olise fic on him proposing to his gf who is well known actress and paparazzi catch him out and he starts cheesing and smiling when they call him her husband and couldnt stop until he drove off
Captured
Michael Olise x Reader
Michael Olise Masterlist
Part 2
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Michael had been trying to keep the engagement a secret. Or at least… that was the plan anyways.
You had spent the entire morning watching him act suspiciously strange. You noticed he kept checking his phone more often and taking an unnecessarily long time choosing what to wear and for some reason he had been even quieter than usual. You knew that was his personality though, everyone deemed him as the reserved shy guy, but with you he was always chill and comfortable, apart from tonight, you could sense that something was off, perhaps he was… nervous?
You eventually looked over at him. “You’re acting weird.”
Michael glanced up from his phone. “Hm?”
“You’re acting weird.” You repeated.
“I’m not.”
You stared at him. “You are.”
He started back. “I’m not.” He blinked slowly. “I’m normal.”
You laughed. “You’re never normal.”
He smiled slightly but said nothing, and that was the problem. Michael was terrible at hiding things from you but somehow this time he finally managed it… managed to able to keep it for months, 3 months to be exact.
The ring had been hidden somewhere in your shared home although you had no idea where. Michael had moved it around more times than he could count, terrified that you would somehow find it. It was actually in a place you would never suspect it, in his toiletries pouch, there were times he even mistakenly brought it to training, and even one time he showed it to Jamal.
“Oh bro she’s gonna love it.” Jamal said.
“You think so.”
Jamal gives Michael a pat on the back. “I know so.” He smiled.
He’d thought about proposing to you at least a hundred different times making a new scenario each time. Deciding whether to do it at home, on holiday, coming back form a match? But none of those settings seemed to fit perfectly in his mind.
Tonight was supposed to be simple, just a private dinner by the beach. Private meaning no cameras, red carpeted, interveners being present in the moment. Just the two of you and that is exactly how he wanted it.
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The proposal itself was perfect. He didn’t go all the way out of his way to make it look completely extravagant or staged, he just wanted to be normal al and calm, just Michael. And God knows the amount of times he pictured this scenario in his head or the way he would always practice to himself and keep thinking about the reaction you’ll have, each reaction being different from the previous scenario he’d make in his head.
The two of you were standing just above the shoreline where the waves would come softly crashing in, the scent of salt and the feel of the cold gentle breeze grazing against your skin and waving through your hair.
He held your hand into yours, a little tighter but not too tight as his thumbs gently caressed your soft skin. You looked at him. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Michael.”
He smiled and then he reached into his pocket.
You froze. Is that what you think it is?
“Michael…” Your hands immediately flew to your mouth. “Oh my gosh.” You whispered to yourself in disbelief, tears almost threatening to spill and he handing even asked the question yet.
He got down on one knee. You’ve seen Michael being nervous from time to time like for example at big matches, or even your first date, but the state he was in right now you hadn’t seen him this nervous before.
He looked up at you. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” Your eyes immediately filled with tears. “And I know it may seem like I don’t say it enough…” He paused and smiled softly. “But I don’t want to do this life with anyone else.”
You were already crying and Michael’s smile widened. “Will you marry me?”
You said yes before he could even finish properly. He immediately stood up and pulled you into his arms as you cried into his shoulder. Then he slipped the ring onto your finger and you kissed him.
And for tonight this whole evening belong to both of you, just the two of you.
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The next morning it seemed like Michael was caught. Neither of you had announced anything on social media, you didn’t even post your ring and nobody apart from close friends and family knew, but as soon as you and Michael left the restaurant with his hand on yours, the same hand that your ring was on, people instantly clicked.
All of a sudden Michael Olise had apparently forgotten how to act normal and just as you two were leaving the restaurant , interviewers and cameramen were crowded outside capturing the moment.
“Michael!”
He looked over.
“Congratulations!”
“Y/N! How do you feel?!”
Michael stopped, his hand still holding yours and his eyes widened slightly.
“Are you both engaged?”
He smiled as he looked at you. His smile was tiny at first because he couldn’t help but stare at you.
Then another photographer shouted:
“How does it feel to be the future husband of one of Hollywood’s biggest actresses?”
Michael immediately lost all control of his face, he literally grinned. It was a huge unmistakable grin, a grin that could only be created by being in the presence of someone he loved: you. The kind of smile that made it very obvious that they had absolutely hit the nail on the head.
“Michael! Are you getting married?”
He just kept smiling.
“Y/N is he your fiancé?”
“Future husband!”
Michael looked down trying to hide his face bit it didn’t work because he was still smiling and so were you, neither of you letting go of each others hands.
“Michael are you going to confirm the engagement?”
He opened your car door as you comfortably slid in the passengers seat as he made his way to the drivers seat, still smiling to himself and you.
“Congratulations!”
Michael paused before getting inside. He looked back at them and smiled again.
The paparazzi erupted. “He’s not denying it!”
“He is smiling!”
He finally got into the car and shut the door and even through the window the paparazzi could still see him smiling, he shook his head and then started the engine and drove off and he didn’t stop grinning until he was completely out of sight.
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By the time you and Michael made it back to the hotel the entire internet already knew. Or well… they didn’t officially know because neither you or Michael had made any sort of public announcement but Michael had apparently forgotten one very important thing… How to be nonchalant.
You were sitting beside him in the passengers seat scrolling through your phone as the pictures from earlier continued to appear online, crazy how it only happened about 20 minutes ago and images were already published, these photographers were like the flash. Michael was paying attention to the road completely silent, suspiciously silent
You glanced over at him. “Mikey.”
“Hm?”
“You’re trending.”
He didn’t even turn around. “Why?”
“Umm hello? Did you not click on to what happened 20 mins ago?” You held your phone up.“Because you got called my husband and started cheesing.”
Michael made a quick side eye to you before paying attention back to the road. “I did not.”
You turned your phone towards him. The first picture showed him standing outside the restaurant looking completely composed. The second showed a tiny smile beginning to form. The third showed him looking down at the floor, visibly trying not to grin. And the fourth? Oh the fourth was absolutely hopeless. Michael was standing beside his car with the biggest smile on his face.
As the car stopped to a traffic light, Michael took this opportunity to look at the pictures you were showing him on your phone. He stared at the picture. “I was happy.”
You burst out laughing. “Happy?”
“Yes.”
“You were supposed to be mysterious.”
“I was.”
“You were literally cheesing at the paparazzi.”
“What? No I wasn’t.” He said knowingly he definitely couldn’t hold back his smile when the paparazzi were asking him all sorts of questions.
You zoomed into the picture. “Mikey look.”
He looked at it again. “Okay fine…maybe a little.”
You laughed even harder. “A little? Baby you look like someone just told you that training has been permanently cancelled.”
Michael looked away. “Okay nah you’re exaggerating.”
“No I’m not.” You scrolled to another picture. “Look at this one.”
He refused to look. “Mikey.”
“No.”
“You’re literally smiling at the camera.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were.”
“I was just-”
“Happy?”
He sighed. “Yes.”
You grinned. “Oh my gosh.”
“What?”
“There’s no such thing as Mr Nonchalant anymore.”
Michael looked at you. “Why?”
“Because you exposed yourself.”
“I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did.” You waved your phone around.“They asked you one question.”
Michael’s eyebrows furrowed. “What question?”
You put on your best paparazzi voice. “‘How does it feel to be the future husband of one of Hollywood’s biggest actresses?’”
Michael immediately looked away back into the road as he continued to drive off, this time he was smiling.
You gasped. “There!”
“What?”
“You’re doing it again!”
“I’m not.”
“You just smiled!”
“I didn’t.”
“You did!”
He shook his hea but the corners of his mouth were already lifting again.
You stared at him. “Oh my gosh!”
“What?”
“You really like being called my husband! Oh babe you are so adorable, I like it.”
Michael’s eyes were still glued to the road.“Maybe…”
Your expression softened. “Maybe?”
He took a small glance at you before turning to the road. “I liked it.”
You smiled. “Why?” Wanting to hear the truth from his own words.
He shrugged suddenly looking almost embarrassed. “I don’t know.”
“You do know.”
“I don’t.”
“Mikey.”
He glanced at you and you smiled. “Because you want to be my husband.”
He immediately looked away.
You gasped.“That’s exactly why!”
“Stop.”
“You want to be my husband!”
“You’re annoying.”
“You want to be my husband so badly.”
“Y/N.”
“You were cheesing until you drove off.”
Michael shook his head trying desperately to look unimpressed but the smile was still there.
You leaned closer to him teasing by his ear. “Mr Nonchalan!”
“Please stop calling me that.”
“Mr Nonchalant Olise.”
“I’m going to leave you at the hotel.”
“You can’t.”
“Why?”
You held up your hand and ring caught the sunlight. “Because I’m your fiancée! You’re stuck with me forever now baby you won’t be able to escape me.”
Michael looked down at the ring and there it was again, that smile. You immediately noticed the smile on his face and pointed at him. “THERE!”
He started laughing. “You’re obsessed.”
“You’re the one who can’t stop smiling.”
“I can stop.”
“Then stop.”
Michael looked at you from the side of his face He tried he really did try to keep a straight face…for approximately three seconds. Then he smiled again and you burst out laughing. “You’re so embarrassing.”
“You’re the one making me smile.”
“Oh so it’s my fault?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“You’re my fiancée.”
You immediately covered your face and Michael laughed.
“You were literally just bullying me!” He said.
“I can do both.”
He leaned closer pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Future wife.”
You pushed his shoulder. “Stop.”
He grinned. “Why?”
“Because you’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Smiling.”
Michael looked at you with an expression that was somehow still trying to be nonchalant and he failed miserably.
You shook your head. “Mr Nonchalant is officially dead.”
Michael smiled. “Good.”
You looked at him and with his free hand he grabbed yours intertwining both your fingers, his fingers slowly brushing your knuckles.
Michael looked at you. “What?”
You smiled. “Nothing.”
“What?”
“You’re cute.”
He immediately looked away.
You gasped. “Oh my gosh!”
“How many times are you gonna say that today?”
“Now you’re blushing too.”
“Shut up.”
You laughed as his hand never left yours and he finally pulled up to the hotel, Michael looked down at your joined hands, then at the ring and then back at you and smiled again.
You sighed. “Honestly you really are never beating the allegations.”
“What allegations?”
“That you are completely obsessed with your fiancée.”
Michael looked at you and this time he didn’t even try to deny it. “Maybe I am.”
“Good.” You smiled. “Because you’re stuck with me forever and I’m not going anywhere.”
And even when the two of you finally got out of the car Michael was still smiling.
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hold still
Joe Keery x reader
Summary: Joe keeps trying to take proper photos of you, only to realise his favourite ones are always the moments you don't know he's watching.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, fluff, candid photographs, domestic intimacy, excessive yearning, Joe being hopelessly in love, reader is incapable of sitting still for more than 5 seconds, comfort fic (lmk if I missed anything)
W/C: 1.3k
Read more of my writing here: [masterlist]
"Okay," he says patiently, camera already raised. "Just stay there."
You nod immediately.
Then bend down to pet somebody's dog walking past.
Joe lowers the camera before he's even had a chance to take the picture.
The dog owner looks delighted. The dog looks delighted. You look delighted.
Joe looks tired.
"That wasn't even ten seconds."
Sugar, Please - Chapter One
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artist!reader x sugardaddy!matt
chapter summary: your roommate is tired of watching you suffer.
warnings: 18+ for eventual smut, age gap, huge wealth gap, AFAB reader, slow burn, semi-retired daredevil
word count: 3.8k
I'm a HUGE fan of your work, I love your Bllk stuff the most, they're all little sillies 🥹
(If you haven't done this already) Could I request Bllk boys having a girlfriend, but nobody believes them? The other guys are so skeptical until they meet her one day and they are in awe of how hot their girlfriend is 😭😭🙏. I see this most with Bachira honestly lol, but anyone you think could fit this would be cool! Oneshot format or anything you feel like doing thank you :))))
(Also happy bday to Bachira today!!! 🐬🐝)
“𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐄 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐄𝐑”
a/n: i enjoyed making this one LMAO
you COOKED with this request! also happy belated birthday bachira (i wrote for his b-day already)!!
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, otoya eita, aiku oliver, bachira meguru
isagi yoichi
when isagi first tells the guys he has a girlfriend, nobody believes him. like not even a single soul.
bachira actually pats him on the shoulder like, “it’s okay, bro. we all get lonely.”
nagi squints and goes, “girlfriends are DLC content you have to pay for. no way you bought that.”
he tries to prove it by saying “i can show you pictures!” but then they’re all like “that’s just a pinterest girl, yoichi.”
poor guy nearly rips his hair out trying to convince them. like hello??? he’s not making you up.
the day they finally meet you, you show up at practice to drop off his lunch and suddenly the entire locker room goes silent.
bachira literally gasps so loud it echoes. reo whispers “she’s hotter than every instagram model i’ve ever seen” and kaiser’s just glaring like he lost some competition.
isagi just smugly puts his arm around you like “see? i told you.” the grin on his face could power a small city.
now everyone’s asking HIM how tf he managed to pull someone like you. he eats up the validation shamelessly.