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@milkteeboba
𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 — your completely (un)serious boyfriend
every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like it’s a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
when you take off your shirt he hollers, “BOOBIES!” loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.
he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.
calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.
absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. “aughhh… my heart…” — “what happened?” — “you looked too pretty.”
if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first it’s whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. “hello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.”
he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, “that one’s mine btw,” like he found a cool rock.
one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.
obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.
if you’re cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. “wow. abuse. in my own home.”
absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.“this table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.”
loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.
kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks it’s funny.
every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a “walking into walls because he’s staring” way.
would 100% yell “THAT’S MY WIFE!” over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THAT’S MY WIFE!!!!
he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. “okay wait. hold on. i almost got it. why’s this built like a fucking escape room?”
once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.
if you’re shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if you’re taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.
shamelessly fishes for compliments. “babe do i look sexy today?” — “you’re wearing one sock and my shirt?” — “answer the question.”
he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. “WOOOOOOO!!!!” then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.
genuinely thinks couple arguments can be solved with snacks and cuddles. “okay but what if we held hands and got noodles instead?”
portgas d. ace, your best friend.
portgas d. ace, who has always been handsy.
not that you’re complaining — how could you? especially since something has changed in recent months. something has become sticky, mushy, needy.
feelings. there are new feelings, but you both ignore the aforementioned sticky, mushy, needy feelings because you’re best friends, and best friends don’t have sticky, mushy, needy feelings for one another.
portgas d. ace is always hanging off you. his arm, freckled and strong, is always slung around your shoulders. he leans and slouches, pressing the full length of his body against your side whenever he can. he’s always there, in your orbit, tangling himself up in your space.
the crew knows that you, a vice-lieutenant shipwright, and the division commander are two peas in a pod; inseparable, indivisible, and integral. where his voice carries, your laughter is soon to follow. ace burns bright, like a star streaking across the sky, and you’re the moon he dances for. you call his name from high up on the mast, and he always calls yours back.
no one pities the fool portgas d. ace makes himself for the sake of your smile. no one pretends there isn’t something else there, either. marco thinks it’s gonna kill him — ace, with his longing looks, and you with your lingering smiles. always when the other isn’t looking, but for fuck’s sake, marco is looking. marco sees it. marco can’t unsee it.
feelings! sticky, mushy, needy feelings!
portgas d. ace, whose threshold for appropriate touching is quickly diminishing despite the whole best friend title. his newest, baddest habit is a sturdy kiss to your temple in passing — always paired with a murmured hey you. he’s recently started to tangle his fingers in yours during quiet moments up on deck. always during the setting sun, always when you’re off shift, and he’s avoiding whatever new responsibility pops throws him.
portgas d. ace, who starts sleeping in your bed — he blames the barracks. they’re too crowded. marco, his bunkmate, snores. you’re lucky, he says, you’ve got a tiny little cabin, with a tiny little bed, and a tiny little water room. a perk of being one of the few female crewmembers. the perk is stolen by ace, who starfishes out and runs hot. you start sleeping with less and less clothing, and ace chases the feeling of your skin against his in his sleep.
there’s a line. always. you’re best friends. best friends who touch and roughhouse and laugh. best friends who fall asleep in one another’s arms, best friends who knock foreheads together when they hug, best friends who daydream about kissing one another—
portgas d. ace is your best friend. best friends don’t kiss.
until they do.
→ ┊ next.
He makes me laugh!
puru, puru, puru—anon's callin'! ─=≡Σ((( つ><)つ (this was a requested fic!) fluffy fluff, no use of y/n, neutral reader, kisses, eustass kidd trynna flirt a little bit, that who framed roger rabbit scene is the whole plot of this fic lol, short n sweet
“seriously, what do you see in that guy?”
the question does little to surprise you. in fact, you were used to it by now. you’ve heard this question many times before— people had plenty of colorful opinions about your relationship with luffy. however, most didn't dare pry about it; they knew better than to earn themselves the ill will of an emperor of the sea. even if said emperor was nothing but an idiot.
a slow smiles pulls at your face, you turn your head up to glance at the man who’d asked—eustass kidd. now that you know that it’s coming from him, the bold question surprise you even less. you take your time to respond, languidly taking another sip of your drink.
you didn’t think you turned that many heads. so much so that one the infamous worst generation pirates was also left perplexed.
“i didn’t know you cared about this type of thing...jealous?” you tease, giggling against the rim of your cup.
kidd scoffs loudly “tch! don’t test me, princess. s’not like i care much.” he recovers quickly, from the little you know of him thanks to the alliances your groups have shared, you know he was quick to bounce back and never let others get the upper hand on him.
“you’re obviously out of his league. m’just wondering what a numbskull like him can do to pull someone,” he glances at you, eyes raking you up and down “like you.” a smirk plays at his lips.
unfazed, you look on ahead at your captain and his shenanigans. now that the skirmish is over the crews are having a blast—a noisy banquet, the smell of food wafting through the room and loud cheers, a mix of crew mates drunkenly singing a jumbled mess of lyrics and loud drunken conversations. or rather drunken arguments, you can't quite tell.
luffy, as always, is somehow in the centre of it all. or maybe he only is to you. he’s showing off some silly trick you’d shown him earlier that week with a spoon, but he keeps using brute force and bending it in half, to ussop’s confusion, zoro’s irritation and killer’s flabbergasted laughter. luffy laughs through it all, as usual.
then his eyes meet yours, he always manages to find you despite the chaos. like you were the centre of his world, too. his face brightens. he beams at you, you can even spot something stuck in between his teeth, but the brightness of his smile doesn’t seem to care for that.
you wave softly, smiling back, and he waves back excitedly with both arms. you giggle.
next to you, you hear the red haired captain scoffs “yeurgh,” he gags in disgust.
“well, it’s simple really,” you smile, looking up at the man.
“he makes me laugh.”
kidd looks down at you, perplexed and jaw dropping like he wants to argue.
luffy calls for you loudly before he can ask anymore, though.
you look away from him for half a second and he’s ended up in a conga line with some new pirate friends with chopsticks up his nose, stretching his face out ridiculously.
“HOME HANCE WIF EEEEEE!! (COME DANCE WITH ME!!)” he yells, practically incomprehensible, without waiting for a response his arm stretches out to wrap around your middle.
“sorry, but that’s my queue,” you giggle, smiling at the shocked pirate captain “see ya!”
luffy starts pulling and you don’t stop him, jogging a little to keep up with his pace. he’s mindful enough not to yank you towards him like he usually would because of the overwhelming crowd. of course that doesn’t stop him from snatching you up snug and tight when you’re close enough to him. idiotic as he is, he tries to get a kiss with the chopsticks still horrifically stretching his face out.
you snort, tugging them out. he yelps and shakes his head like a dog shaking off rain after a walk, and it makes you laugh again.
“hiya!” luffy grins, wrapping both arms tightly around you now, conga line forgotten for now. he leans in to press a wet kiss to your cheeks, your nose, your mouth.
“hi, luffy.” you respond, grabbing his ever moving face by the cheeks to press a small kiss to his nose. small, simple, sweet. and he breaks out into so much joy you’d think he’d found the one piece.
“c’mon, dancing !” he cheers pulling your still wrapped up frame along with him clumsily. and you follow, not like you have much of a choice, but still laughing as you stumble all the way.
CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH
The day Luffy rejected you on Valentine’s Day was the day you thought you could move on. But since then he began noticing you everywhere, seeing you in ways he didn’t before.
༯ ℒuffy x reader / highschool au / fem reader / humor / hurt and comfort / first kiss / sfw / oblivious / luffy being a fat ass /6.2k wc / one shot
A/N: it was actually so fun writing this idk why!! I have a soft spot for Luffy. Another song I wanted for the title was “Banana shake”, but instead I only referenced it. It’s a cute song though!
Afternoon light spilled through the tall windows in long golden strips, catching the floating particles in the air and making everything look softer than it felt. Outside, you could hear distant laughter, people exchanging chocolates, confessions.
Inside, it was just you and Luffy in a classroom.
He was sitting on top of one of the desks instead of in it, legs dangling, heel knocking idly against the wood. His hands were planted behind him for some balance, head tilting ever so slightly to the side.
What was once a fun crush turned into an overly long school year for you.
Luffy blinked at you, curious but not concerned. You realized he probably thought you were about to say something casual.
But maybe the distinctness of the red roses in each room gave him a fair guess.
Your throat felt tight, opening your mouth with a ghostly smile. “I like you, Luffy.”
For a second, he didn’t react.
He looked at you the same way he always has, which wasn’t complicated. The boy probably barely even knew you besides your name. Then his gaze drifted, your face, the envelope. You’re shaking hands. The box tucked awkwardly against your chest.
You could almost see the thought process, or rather his lack of one.
He tilted his head slightly, confusion, like he was trying to figure out if you meant it the way he thought you did. “Oh.”
That was it.
You waited. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You tried to straighten your posture, tried to stop your fingers from trembling so obviously.
He scratched the back of his head.
“Sorry,” he said easily, “Not interested.”
Ah.
You’d prepared for this outcome, hadn’t you? You told yourself that if you just said it out loud, if you just ripped the bandage off, you could finally stop watching him from across rooms. Stop waiting for him to glance back.
You liked this outcome out of everything, no awkwardness, no doubt to make this any more harder. You nodded before your brain caught up.
It would hurt, but it would end.
Your lips trembled, and you forced them upward. If you smiled, your body might follow. “Yeah,” you managed. “That’s okay.”
His eyes dropped to the box in your hands.
“Oh! Is that chocolate for me?”
There it was, that brightness. That immediate spark of interest that made him oddly alluring. You froze when he asked.
He slid off the desk in one smooth motion and stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. Close enough that for half a second your heart betrayed you and jumped with hope.
He reached out and took the box.
And with your heart still processing a reasonable pace that wouldn’t kill you, you didn’t protest.
“Thanks for the food!” he grinned, giving you a quick, playful bow that felt rehearsed from a hundred other harmless exchanges before leaving.
Food. That’s what this was to him.
Just chocolate.
Your smile dropped the second you were alone. You stared at the closed door, blinking hard, as if that might push everything back into place.
Did he seriously take the chocolates?
A small, almost hysterical laugh bubbled up in your chest and died there. Of course he did. That’s who he is, that’s the exact person you liked and he showed it right in your face.
You pressed your fingers to your lips and winced at the sting from where you’d bitten them too much. “Shit, I need some chapstick.”
—
Luffy dragged the hem of his shirt up to his face, wiping sweat from his forehead before letting out a long, miserable groan. “So.. so hot..” he whined.
The heat clung to him like glue. His sandals slapped lazily against the pavement as he wandered through the crowded rows of vendors without any real destination in mind
Ace had suggested the new market a few days ago. He’s known it as Remate, though most people in the area called it the swap meet. The second he mentioned it, everyone wanted in. It’s the kind of place they’d spend an entire afternoon.
At some point, Luffy had completely lost track of everyone else.
Not that he minded much. Someone would find him eventually or he’d find them. Any works.
He turned another corner before abruptly stopping in front of a faded poster taped crookedly against a tent. It could’ve been consider a dirty one, something that Sanji would hang on his wall.
A woman stared back at him through peeling paper edges, lips slightly parted while holding a tube of lipstick near her mouth. The shade was pinkish red, a bit of glitter with the sun.
Luffy blinked.
And somehow, immediately, he thought of you.
You didn’t even wear lipstick, but it’s not like he knew enough to understand the difference between gloss and stick. Or even enough for him to remember the brands or shades or anything complicated like that.
But he remembered seeing the tubes left behind on your desk during sixth period. Usually Tuesdays. Maybe Wednesdays too.
His brows furrowed faintly.
It had been over a month since your confession, yet you kept appearing in his head at random moments like this. He didn’t even fully understand why. It wasn’t like he spent every second thinking about you.
..But lately, things kept reminding him of you before he could stop it.
He thought of what you’d like in that shade, or rather if you’d even wear it. Your mouth slightly parted, wiping the edge of your lip.
Luffy didn’t know why that interested him.
“Since when were you interested in lipstick?” Nami sneered, shoving yet another shopping bag into the growing pile already hanging from everyone’s arms. “The shade’s cute though.”
Zoro nearly buckled under the weight of everything. “How much more crap are you gonna buy?”
It was left on empty ears.
Luffy stiffened at the correct accusation, or rather how he was caught.
“..Me? I’m not interested in lipstick.” His answer came out too fast. He scratched the back of his neck, the guilty look spreading made it even worse
Sanji let out a strangled, envious cough from behind. “He’s probably interested since Boa has been following around our third period.” He shot a jealous glare, dragging out another smoke. “Some guys get all the luck.”
Usopp snorted, his hands occupied by what looked like two plastic cups. “What’d you expect? He’s an idiot.”
“It’s not like that!” Luffy protested immediately, tugging the collar of his shirt away from his neck. “She buys me food.”
It was way too hot. Or maybe that was just him.
In the end, the offense lasted all of maybe two seconds before his eyes drifted toward the shaved ice in Usopp’s hands.
He coughed. “So who’s that for?”
Usopp grinned, his face proud like he planned for this moment. “Take it already.”
Luffy brightened instantly. “Seriously?!” The cup was in his hands before Usopp could even finish nodding.
Luffy dug straight into the bright red edge of the rainbow ice, inhaling it. The cold hit his tongue and spread through his body immediately, cooling him down enough that his shoulders finally relaxed.
“Mmf.. thank you!” he mumbled through a mouthful of ice.
Zoro had a concerned look on his face. “You’re gonna get a brain freeze.”
“Alright,” Nami announced, adjusting the single bag in her hand. “Let’s get moving.”
“Right away, Nami-swaaan!” Sanji chirped, nearly sparkling despite the ridiculous amount of bags he was carrying. He immediately pointed at Zoro. “Don’t you dare drop any of them, mosshead.”
“Not all of us want to carry bags.” He growled.
“You’re right.” He suddenly agreed, catching the other off guard for just a second till it made sense “Should’ve known you were too weak to hold a few bags then. Pass them to me.”
“Excuse me?”
The argument started instantly.
Neither of them slowed down as they shoved shoulders through the crowded street. Bickering between every market, but too occupied to really fight.
No one paid attention.
Usopp scooped another bite of shaved ice into his mouth. “What’s the hurry anyway?”
“Yea,” Luffy agreed absently around another spoonful. “There’sh shtill more shtufff..”
Nami rolled her eyes, the sound of him taking with a mouth full got to her. “I’m meeting a friend after this. Her name is..”
She says your name.
Luffy’s mind went completely blank, every thought in his head had slammed into a wall all at once. His eyes widened before he could stop them, heartbeat stumbling so suddenly it genuinely startled him.
You?
Before he could even process the thought properly, the melted ice slid went the wrong way.
Luffy choked.
The spoon clattered onto the pavement as he doubled over coughing, shaved ice going down the wrong way so badly his eyes instantly watered. His hat nearly slid off his head as he dropped to his hands and knees.
“Holy shit!” Usopp yelped. “Luffy’s dying—“
“He is not dying,” Zoro said flatly.
“Luffy?!” Nami crouched slightly, startled by the sudden fall. “Are you okay?!”
Luffy coughed again, face burning red as he tried, and failed— to breathe normally. Why did hearing your name do that to him? His chest felt weird. His stomach felt weird. Everything felt so weird.
And the worst part was he didn’t even know why.
It took nearly a full minute before he could stand again, still wheezing slightly while Sanji smacked his back hard enough to nearly send him forward again.
“You eat food like an animal,” Sanji muttered, the plastic clear bags wrinkling down his arm.
Luffy barely heard him, your name still bouncing around inside his head. It caught him completely off guard.
The others exchanged looks before collectively deciding it was just an accident, continuing to move through the place with a pouty Luffy. None of them thought anything of it.
In that moment, lungs burning, he decided he was gonna figure out what it meant.
—
Luffy tried handling it himself first, for a few pretty good reasons.
Mostly because the last thing he wanted was Usopp yelling “LUFFY HAS A CRUSH!” across the hallway, not intentionally but wouldn’t be surprising. Or Sanji giving advice that would probably work for Boa, not you.
So he kept it quiet.
At school, it started with small excuses.
He’d suddenly remember he had a friend to talk to near your classroom. He’d take slightly different routes between periods if he knew you walked that way, lingering slightly behind. If he spotted you in the courtyard, he’d watch over naturally.
And every single time, he’d act weirdly normal. Which for Luffy meant trying way too hard to seem casual.
At some point, he was going to talk.
“You got chips?” was the first thing he asked one afternoon, dropping into the seat across from you without invitation.
You stared, completely baffled by the interaction. You looked around once, then twice, and realized he really was talking to you. For one, you still havn’t recovered from the rejection.
Your gaze flickered between the bag and him, you were extremely confused. “Hello to you too.”
“Oh, right.” He grinned. “Hi.”
Then immediately pointed at your food again. “Can I have one?”
There was something disarming about how straightforward he was. There wasn’t any build up, he truly just came up to you without a thought in mind. Which somehow made you more nervous instead.
You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, you should say no. Should’ve.
But you didn’t.
And since you accepted one gesture, it became a pattern.
He’d appear out of nowhere, say something random, hang around for a bit, then leave once it became clear class was starting in seconds.
Sometimes he’d ask bizarre questions just to keep conversations going, mainly because his thought process came from what he believed in the moment.
“You think you could beat a raccoon in a fight?”
You hissed under your breath, bringing the book down from your face. “No.”
“What? Why?” He asked with such a genuine tone it made others hate how honest he could be, including you.
And because it was Luffy, it somehow came off natural instead of crush like. You didn’t question how he oddly wanted to know a lot about you, mainly because you didn’t want to believe it as anything more than acquaintances.
But there were moments where his nervousness slipped through. Like when you unexpectedly smiled at him in the hallway first one morning, finally getting used to the interaction enough to reciprocate his smile.
He froze mid step, actually froze.
Then pointed at himself like there was no way you meant him. “You’re saying hi to me?”
You laughed, a bit hesitant yourself like you overthought what you guys had. “Who else?”
Luffy didn’t doubt you, not even a little bit. But he still turned to check if anyone was potentially behind him that you might know. “Oh.”
You smiled again, smaller this time. “Hi, Luffy.”
And for some reason hearing his name from you did something strange to him.
You didn’t notice the faint warmth rising on his ears afterward, too busy adjusting your bag while continuing down the hallway beside him. But Luffy noticed. Mostly because suddenly he could hear his own heartbeat for some reason.
It’s fine, he could survive that.
Or when he sat beside you during free period and became weirdly aware of how close your shoulder was to his. Suddenly he couldn’t focus on anything. He tapped his pencil against the desk too fast, glanced everywhere except directly at you, then blurted..
“You smell nice.”
Silence. You stopped writing on the paper, looking up at him with a shocked expression.
Luffy still hasn’t registered what that even did to you. “Was that weird?”
“It sounded weird.” You replied.
“Yeah,” he admitted honestly, face warm now, dipping his face into his hands. “Okay.”
Your laugh escaped before you could stop it, bright enough to make him groan dramatically in embarrassment.
“Don’t laugh!”
“You said it so seriously!”
“I was serious!”
Still flustered, he shoved your shoulder lightly in retaliation without thinking. Unfortunately, Luffy’s version of lightly was still stronger than most people expected.
Your chair tipped dangerously sideways, you yelped in instinct.
His hand shot out instantly, grabbing your arm before you could actually fall. “Sorry! Sorry, I forgot!”
And for a second he just stared, heaving a bit like he was the one who almost fell off a chair.
Then you started laughing again.
And despite the embarrassment still burning across his face, Luffy found himself laughing too. Because somewhere along the way, without realizing it, that weird restless excitement feeling began happening with you.
—
“You remember Luffy?” You suddenly asked, throwing your bag over your arm with a huff at the parking lot.
“As in the guy who rejected you in Valentine’s Day?”
You frowned, the bluntness of it did not come in softly. “..Yea. He’s been greeting me everyday before class.”
Well, that happened a two months ago.
You left out the part where it had somehow turned into brief conversations, never more than a couple of minutes. Or even how you began saying hi back.
“Huh?” She blinked, the silence slowly turning into her laughter. “So he’s your friend now then.”
“Don’t know.” You said a bit too quickly, the uncertainty in your tone was undeniably there. He wasn’t a bad guy, not at all. But that part of you still questioned his intention. “It’s weird, but it’s not like he’s doing anything bad.”
“Maybe not,” she said, tilting her head. “But it’s too weird. He rejected you, and now he’s just.. acting normal? And he even took the food you bought him after that? That’s messed up.”
Your jaw tightened slightly, the reminder didn’t really help.
“It wasn’t like that,” you argued, eyes drifting anywhere but her. “I don’t think he meant anything by it. Or maybe he just.. didn’t think? I don’t know. I don’t want to over do it.”
“Me personally I’d tell him to fuck off.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” she reasoned, “if someone rejects you, they should give you space. That’s just normal.”
You nodded, well you had to. It made sense. It should make sense.
But then you thought about him again, how he looked at you the in the hallway. Or how he brushed your arm without a single thought. And how confusing it was that you didn’t want him to stop.
“As my final advice,” she said more quietly, “don’t keep doing it if it hurts you.”
That was the part that finally made you stop pretending you didn’t know what this was. Your gaze lowered to the pavement, fingers tightening slightly around your bag strap.
It did hurt.
But not in a way you wanted to walk away from. Because somehow, his kindness felt worse to lose than the rejection ever did.
But you’ll try. Try and put some distance.
—
Luffy chewed on the stick of a finished popsicle, an arm slumped on the arm of the bench. It was hot, unbearably hot that day. It starts to settle that it’s gonna be like this for a long time.
Beside him, Zoro exhaled through his nose, arm draped over the back of the bench “I’m gonna..” He breathed, a hand running down his face. “Find our way back.”
“No ya’ ain’t.” Luffy replied instantly, the heat took his patience with him.
“Hey!” His friend growled, lifting his head in order to properly glare. But even that was a bit too tedious for him so he laid it back down. “Yea you’re right. Let’s hope Nami finds us.”
Suddenly he heard a distinct sound that reminded him of you, a laugh. With how quickly he turned his head you could assumed he snapped his neck.
Zoro noticed immediately, a burst of energy he definitely didn’t have seconds before that.
“Oh,” he muttered, following Luffy’s line of sight, letting out an amused huff that could be mistaken as a laugh when he saw you.
Down the street, you were walking with a friend, a small plastic bag swinging lightly at your side. You were still smiling at something she said.
Luffy instantly felt his face light up, heart beating that didn’t feel quite like adrenaline. He didn’t why he was so happy to see you, see you laugh, all that boredom he had was replaced with something else.
He noticed you long before you did, only turning your head when he yelled your name.
You winced, giving a slow agonizing look to your friend.
The one you told that you weren’t going to be friends with Luffy anymore.
Yeah right.
The bag in your right hand rattled in crinkles, trinkets and cloths inside. Luffy didn’t particularly care about it, just taking a curious glance down as he stepped up to you.
“Hey!” He grinned, getting scarily close. “Didn’t expect to see you outside of school.”
“Yea..” you replied carefully, still adjusting to his sudden appearance.
Zoro strolled up behind him more slowly, hands in his pockets. He was definitely eyeing you, it was embarrassingly intrusive. “You’re scaring her, idiot.”
“I am not,” Luffy shot back instantly, without even looking. Then, turning to you like that settled it. “Right? I’m not scary.”
There was no real intimidation in it, just Luffy being Luffy. But it was oddly persistent.
“I..” you started, then stopped when he leaned in slightly, waiting like your answer was the most important thing in the world.
“Uh, yeah, I know him,” you said, mostly to end the staring contest forming between the three of you.
Luffy’s face lit up immediately, a hint of confidence in his face. “See?! I told you!”
Zoro sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “No one said you didn’t.”
Luffy ignored him completely, his attention heading right back to you. “Do you know where the mall is? We got lost.”
“Lost?” You repeated, letting out a short laugh.
“Just tell us the way, it’s already as embarrassing as it is.” Zoro sighed.
“Alright.” You nodded with a chuckle. “It’s just right around the corner—“
“—But.” Your friend added in, suddenly super smiley. “We’re actually heading the same way, so if you want we can walk together.”
That was an easy yes from them, and unsure ‘ok..’ From you.
The walk to the mall ended up way louder than expected, well first you didn’t expect to actually join their entire group.
Mostly because Usopp spotted Luffy from across the street and immediately started yelling about how they “managed to find them,” while Sanji complained none of them texted him where they disappeared to. Nami looked one second away from hitting all of them with her bag.
That was their concern until they saw you and Luffy shoulder to Shoulder.
Nami called your name first, giving you a quick hug before pulling back. “I’m glad you’re coming with us,” she added with a bright, suspicious smile. “And your friend.”
Her tone was welcoming, but there was already that subtle assessing look she gave.
She hooked a finger around one of the bags she was carrying and gave it a light swing. “Ignore my friends.”
“Not me though right?” Usopp grinned, tilting his head into the conversation.
“Especially you.”
“Hey, you liar!”
The moment barely had time to settle before Sanji came in.
“Ohhh a beloved angel has arrived!” Sanji practically appeared out of nowhere and took your hand delicately. “I am at your service,” he declared.
You froze for a second, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. “Thank you?” you managed.
Of course, Luffy from behind was a bit hurt, jealous is a better word. He was trying to decide which part he didn’t like up until the group moved on. The following moments became more natural, it was weird to see how you clicked with them so easily.
But a separate thought was how attached Luffy was.
Not obvious enough for anyone else to call it out directly, but enough that you to notice it. Every time the walkways got crowded, his hand would lightly touch your back to guide you through people. If someone accidentally bumped into you, he’d immediately glance over. Even inside stores, he kept drifting back toward wherever you were like he forgot the others existed.
Nami didn’t even get a chance to finish handing out the shopping bags properly before the situation immediately spiraled.
“Here— Luffy, hold these,” she said, already shoving a couple of heavy bags into his arms.
Luffy caught them, stared at them for half a second and immediately reconsidering all his choices that brought him here. “Why me…” he muttered.
“Because you’re strong,” Nami replied sweetly, which somehow made it sound more threatening than anything else.
Usopp took a glance. “How do you even have the money for this?”
“I’m shopping for Vivi too of course.”
Luffy only grumbled, shifting the weight awkwardly, already bored in one position
That was when your voice cut in.
“Ah,” you said, slowing just a bit, grin forming like a thought had struck. “Anyone wanna get boba with me?”
Silence lasted exactly one second.
“I will!” Luffy’s response was instant, raising his hand. Even faster than the words came out, he dumped every single bag straight into Zoro’s arms.
Zoro, who absolutely did not have time to react, lurched forward under the sudden weight.
“The hell?” His knees dipped before he caught himself, glaring down at the pile of responsibility now in his hands. He slowly looked up, following Luffy’s trajectory.
Luffy was already gone, the world had narrowed down to one objective and one objective only.
Zoro exhaled through his nose, ending up saying nothing instead.
Meanwhile, the moment you and Luffy drifted ahead, the group naturally slowed without even realizing it. Then came the instant huddle together at the corner of a shoe store.
It started subtle, Usopp leaning in first like it was a secret briefing.
“Operation: Luffy totally likes her,” he whispered, dead serious about himself.
Nami pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep sigh. “We are not naming it that.”
Sanji, however, was already too invested since the start of the hangout to question it. “Of course he likes her,” he said. “Have you seen the way he looks at her? He was jealous when I held her hand. It’s romantic. It’s—”
“Focus,” Nami cut in, and Sanji instantly stoped talking, getting gushy already. “I can’t believe my friends like each other and I never knew.”
Usopp pressed on anyway. “How long has this been happening? He’s never mentioned her before this!”
Your friend, walking slightly behind them, answered without hesitation. “Four months I think?” She let out a disappointed sigh. “She didn’t even tell me they that so close..”
That alone made Usopp choke. “Four months?!”
“But didn’t he reject her on Valentine’s Day?” Zoro murmured. “So less than that.”
“Oh, right.” She thought about it again, calculating every time she noticed a change in you. Luckily for them, she paid attention. “so maybe three months? Let’s go with two and a half”
He nodded. “That’s pretty accurate.”
Nami put a hand out. “Pause! How do you know about this? You’re as dull as a rock.”
“I’m his best friend,” He scoffed, rolling his eyes like it was obvious. “I know everything.”
“Thanks for telling us when you found out Zoro.” Usopp said sarcastically
This time it was Sanji who let out a strangled cry.
Sanji clutched his chest as if he witnessed it. “Who rejects a girl on Valentine’s Day and then turns around and falls in love later?!”
“Luffy.” Everyone said.
“So it’s mutual,” Usopp concluded, bringing a hand to his chin. “But knowing my friend, he probably doesn’t even register it. Does your friend know he likes her?”
“Nope. She’s just as oblivious.”
Nami let out an agonizing, slow groan. “This just hurts to watch at this point.”
Just as the conversation started settling into collective resignation, you guys appeared again, shoulder to shoulder.
Waking like nothing in the world had changed. Except Luffy was already leaning in way too close to your drink, that was natural.
“But yours tastes way better..” he complained, practically hanging off your arm just to get another sip.
“Yeah, I told you that fatass!” you shot back, trying to angle the cup away from him. “Your greed sickens me.”
“Just one sip,” he insisted, completely undeterred.
Behind you, the entire group froze in synchronized disbelief. No one had the guts to say it, but it was hard watching.
The worst part was how sincere he looked about it, he wasn’t even in denial or even a tiny bit embarrassed by the way he acted around you.
You tried ignoring how warm your face felt after that.
The day dragged into evening fast. Stores started closing one by one, lights dimming outside while everyone slowly split off.
Usopp left first. Then your friend got picked up. Sanji insisted on walking home with Nami but got quickly turned down, leaving only you, Zoro, Sanji. and Luffy standing near the entrance.
Zoro stretched. “I’m heading home.”
Luffy blinked. “You sure you know the way?”
“Shut up.” Zoro scowled. “Of course I do, it’s my house.”
“I’ll take this idiot home.” Sanji grumbled, remembering his home is oddly close to his. The car keys rattled in his hand. “You’re driving Marimo.”
He eyed the keys, a smirk on his face. “Deal.”
And then suddenly it was just you and him left.
“You need me to walk you home?” he asked, a single bag in hand and a straw in his mouth, it was weird seeing him make gentleman like remarks like that.
It was too uncharacteristic for him.
You hesitated, checking the time with your phone before looking up again. “Actually, do you wanna stop by your place first?”
His eyes widened slightly, a flickering of thoughts running through his head. “Huh?”
“You mentioned earlier Ace was making food.” You went one time before, so it was easier saying it again. “I miss his rice.”
“…OH.”
That immediately sold him.
By the time you reached his house, the heat outside had settled into a warm summer evening. You slipped your shoes off at the door while Luffy loudly announced he was home. He mentioned having two siblings, both seniors at your school. Usually only Ace was home.
No answer besides the shower turning on.
“Guess Ace is upstairs.” He shrugged casually before walking into the kitchen.
You followed behind him, setting your bag down near the counter. The room smelled faintly like leftover spices and something fried earlier.
Luffy opened the fridge. Closed it. Opened it again like the answer changed, “Want anything to drink?”
You eyed the fridge on its side, a little bit hesitant despite the fact you’ve been here before. “Just water.”
He grinned before suddenly tossing you a plastic bottle that was definitely not water. You barely caught it with two fingers, holding onto it against your chest with a yelp.
“Seriously, Luffy.” You bit out, taking a deep breath. You took a good look at it this time, it had pink and yellow wrapping, it was a Banana shake. “This is a kids drink.” You laughed.
“So? It’s better than water, right?”
You stared at him for another second before the seriousness cracked entirely. A laugh slipped out of you first, and Luffy joined immediately after, loud and unrestrained like always.
You popped it open, taking a few sips with a simple hum. It was good, and you tried not letting him know it.
But it got silent in the kitchen, the only thing audible was the shower water going off. He stood there awkwardly, hand still on the counter edge. It was honestly the quietest you’d ever seen him.
“You know,” he started, hand on the back of his head. “I thought you were mad at me.”
You almost dropped the drink, settling it on the counter. “What?”
“Well you’ve been avoiding me a bit at school. I rarely see you in the hallways anymore, so I thought I did something.” He admitted, seemingly avoiding your gaze till he finally looked up with the most beautiful smile you’ve seen. “I’m glad I was wrong.”
Except he wasn’t.
You were avoiding him, or trying your best to do so. You still liked him, but you didn’t expect it to go this far at all. You’re too comfortable with him, and you respect the friendship more than anything.
You stared at him for a second too long, making him panic slightly. “Was I wrong?”
“I was avoiding you.” You admitted, it caught his attention. “But I wasn’t mad, I was just.. nevermind. Are you my friend because you felt bad for rejecting me?”
Luffy’s face twisted immediately. “Felt bad?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged, trying to sound less affected than you actually were. “I mean, I don’t get it. You rejected me and now you’re trying to make up for it by hanging around me all the time. Was that it?”
“No..” it came out hesitant at first, the second one came faster. “No! I’m not doing that.”
You looked up at him properly for the first time since the conversation started, heart thumping. “Then what are you doing?”
Luffy opened his mouth, but nothing came out at first.
His brows furrowed hard like he was actively trying to untangle something in his own head. One hand rubbed the back of his neck while the other flexed uselessly at his side.
“I just,” He stopped. “I wanna be around you.”
Your heartbeat stumbled, not in a good way. You felt dissatisfied with the answer, or maybe you were actually disappointed. “That doesn’t answer the question.”
“I know, hold on.” He looked genuinely frustrated now, not at you, at himself.
“I didn’t get it before, okay?” he blurted suddenly. “When you confessed the first time, I didn’t think about stuff like that a lot. But then after, I started noticing you more” He grimaced. “Like a lot.”
You stayed quiet.
“And then every time you laughed with somebody else I got annoyed for no reason.” He frowned harder. “And I kept wanting to talk to you first whenever something happened.”
Luffy looked down briefly before speaking again, quieter this time. “I’m pretty sure that I like you,” He swallowed once.
When the silence lingered, he started getting hesitant.
“I mean, unless that’s bad? Is that bad? Cause Zoro kept looking at me weird all day and I think everyone already noticed and—”
You stepped forward before he could keep rambling.
Then kissed him quickly, short enough to leave him frozen. When you pulled away, Luffy looked completely stunned.
“God, I hate you sometimes.” You breathed, feeling your heartbeat race. “I thought you wouldn’t—“
This time it was you who got cut off.
He entangled his hands into yours, leaning in until he was right in front of your face. You stepped back as far as you could until your back was against the counter top. Then suddenly he gives you a long kiss against the side of your lips, it was awkward and a little wet, but you chuckle anyways.
When Luffy finally pulled back, you could see the flush on his face, the dimple on his cheek when he giggles. “I like you—“ kiss. “a lot.” kiss. “So you have to date me.”
You could barely contain your own laugh. “Yes, will. Now get off my face, I can’t see.”
For a second, it was silent.
“Was it really that easy?” He huffed, a little bit mad at himself for how unsatisfying that was. “I really thought I was gonna die.”
“You’e still an ass.” You reminded him, head leaning back. “I literally asked you out on Valentine’s Day. How quickly do you think I lose feelings?”
“That doesn’t count!” He defended instantly.
“You are unbelievable.”
“But you still like me.” He grinned again, way too confident for someone who almost gave out on standing a second ago.
Unfortunately, he was very right. “Maybe a little bit.”
“A little?” Luffy repeated dramatically, leaning closer again. “After all that kissing?”
When the needy, mushy, ushy feelings began to die down, his forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away yet, or even at all. You felt nervous from the way he looked at you, a desire that wasn’t familiar.
Luffy’s hands slowly settled at the bottom of your shirt, hesitating until you nodded. Then instantly, his fingers went until he felt the coldness of your skin.
He didn’t have anything dirty in mind, he just truly thought he wasn’t close enough.
You flinched for a second, then slowly eased into the feeling. Your hands settled at the side of his face, fingers curled into his soft hair.
When you guys leaned in again, you curiously pressed against his lips to try it. You wondered if he kissed anyone before, or if he was just following you. Because honestly you had no idea what you were doing.
The second time was a lot more satisfying, your lips parted briefly, whispering his name before you surged up again. He kissed you just as deeply, he licked into you slowly before drawing back.
“Was s’that alright?” He breathed.
You nodded quickly. “It was new.”
He slowly leaned in, “Good.” You kissed him with more confidence, chasing after each breath of air, the mixture of Banana Shake and Taro boba lingering in your mouth.
It was gross, pretty gross if you thought about it. But you didn’t, the only thing audible in your mind was how hot and tingly you felt, or the way you could feel his smile.
Suddenly you heard footsteps against the floor. It put you out of the daze, pushing him back despite his whine.
Both of you snapped your heads toward the entrance.
“Hey, Luffy!” His brother yelled, grinning ear to ear. “Who’s the friend—“
Oh.
Ace stood in the doorway with a towel draped over his shoulder, still damp from the shower, blinking slowly like his brain was trying, and failing— to make sense of what he was seeing.
You and Luffy were still too close.
Not just standing near each other close. Hands still loosely tangled in his hair, his body half angled toward you. Hell— his hands were still on your waist.
The silence stretched.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” he murmured, letting out a groan that was familiar to exhausted disbelief.
Your whole body went rigid realizing this was barely your second time meeting Luffy’s brother. You pulled your hands back from Luffy quickly, like you could physically undo what had just been happening by pretending it wasn’t real.
“I..uh..” Your voice cracked immediately. You cleared your throat, looking anywhere except at Ace. The counter. The floor. The ceiling. The Banana Shake bottle that was on the counter. Anywhere that wasn’t him.
Luffy, on the other hand, barely changed at all. He just blinked at Ace like he’d finally registered him. “Oh,” Luffy said. “Hey, Ace.”
Ace stared at him, then at you, then back at Luffy. His expression twisted slowly into something between disgust and resignation.
“I leave you alone for like ten minutes,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, “and I come back to this.”
You made a small sound of protest, half mortified, half defensive. “I mean, it just—”
“Don’t,” Ace cut in immediately, holding up a hand. “I don’t need details. I really don’t, I pinky promise with a cherry on top.” He used his fingers to ‘zip’ his mouth.
Luffy, completely unfazed, gave a small shrug like he didn’t see what the issue was at all. “She said yes,” he added simply.
Ace slowly turned his head toward him. “To what?”
Luffy smiled. “Dating me.”
Ace closed his eyes for a second like he was considering walking back out of the kitchen and pretending none of this existed. His towel slipped slightly in his hand as he exhaled through his nose.
“Well,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “guess that explains why you’ve been acting weird for like months.”
Luffy tilted his head. “I was acting weird?”
“Yes,” both you and Ace answered instantly.
Ace shook his head, still recovering mentally from the scene he’d walked into. “You two are disgusting, by the way.”
You groaned quietly in humiliation, even worst when your support was on lala land. “Luffy, I swear to god, stop smiling.”
“What? I’m happy.”
“But,” Ace added after a second, pointing lazily at you both, “I’m happy for you idiots, even if you made out in the kitchen.”
You buried it partially behind your hands, shoulders hunched in pure embarrassment, wishing you didn’t start this in his house of all places. “Can we please not talk about it like that? I appreciate the support.”
“Exactly.” Your boyfriend crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse with—“
“—I’m not talking about it at all!” he yelled over Luffy. “Actually, what are talking about? My delicious food? Good, let’s go eat.”
…
“Sounds good.” Luffy gave a thumbs up, taking your hand to grab a plate like nothing happened at all. For a second you wondered if you had to get used to this.
In the next second, you regretted nothing at all.
ace, for one, can immediately tell that his little brother has a crush on you.
he was delighted to see his oaf of a younger brother (affectionately speaking, of course) managed to land a crew of respectable looking people. said crew managed to keep luffy on his toes and mostly well behaved, but ace saw that respect amongst the crew was mutual, there was a love there that only an idiot like luffy would be to find. he always had this god-like luck.
in fact, ace thinks luffy is especially lucky to have found someone like you. during his many years as a pirate, he's made it a habit of trying to analyse others and when his gaze fell on you and his brother he knew there was something...different there.
from what he could tell. you were incredibly patient. patient enough to allow his brother to cling to you like a baby monkey. luffy hadn't even hugged him after they'd reunited, yet you'd think it had been ages since he last saw you, the way he clung to you like you'd disappear.
"yn's super cool, huh, ace ?" luffy cheered, chin propped onto your shoulder and arm wrapped around it as well. you patted his arms, clearly embarrassed and trying to shrug his praise off.
luffy looked at you in confusion at your sudden silence. his face clearly way too close to you but still analysing your face like there was something to miss.
"luffy..."
"what ? you are ! they're duper smart i'm tellin' ya ! knew i wanted ya in my crew the moment i saw ya !" he laughed, roughly slapping your shoulder.
by that point, ace knew something was up.
"the captain speaks too highly of me," you chuckled "i'm really not that great..!"
"but you are."
"luffy ! shut up !" you hissed.
"s'true ! you won't stop me from saying it ! ace thinks you're cool, too. right, ace ?!" luffy turned to his brother for support, but ace was sure that even his opinion wouldn't deter him. stubborn as a mule, that one.
he was sure he'd almost phased out of luffy's mind by now, his mission now solely to convince you of how cool you were while you tried to stay humble.
at some point ace even became referee in the matter of if you were as amazing as luffy said you were or not, luffy being uncharacteristically serious about it. so much so that you ended up having to grab his cheeks to shut him up. in the end, ace ended up having to mediate what ended up being a fight for your honour...between luffy and you. the person in question.
his brother was always a clingy boy, he'd climb on ace's shoulders, which usually led to wrestling. but he was more affectionate with his crew and especially to you.
he'd do everything and anything to get your attention, pulling silly stunts during dinner time that unsurprisingly ended with him getting a whack on the head from the cook for playing with his food. but he seemed unfazed when you laughed at his antics, smiling bright and wide like the spot on his head wasn't already starting to swell.
(he won't even mention the way he almost choked on his food when he saw luffy share a piece of his meal with you..)
luffy was always around to show you something cool, to tell you about something he saw or something his crewmate, ussop, told him. ussop would exclaim that luffy was a joke thief, but again, nothing mattered to his baby brother so long as you smiled at him, it seemed.
ace saw how luffy's eyes searched for you and your reactions first and foremost. he could tell he loved his crew dearly, the boy had his heart on his sleeve and couldn't lie to save his life, but ace could tell. he could always tell when it was about luffy, you were different.
and ace, for all his worries, is reassured he's found himself a group that will follow him with faith. and someone like you, who managed to captivate his brother so, and allow ace to see something interesting before he had to leave his brother again. though luckily, not on his own. at least as long as you were around.
before his departure, ace pressed a hand to your shoulder, leaning in close to whisper softly in your ear. "i leave my little brother to you. you take care of him, yeah ?"
he leaned back and chuckled at your flabbergasted expression. luffy was quick to lean in, pressing his hand to your opposite shoulder to demand to know what ace told you. "oi, ace !! what'd you do to yn ?!"
ace smirked, sticking his tongue out "not tellin' !" he jeered.
it's childish, something he'd do when both him and luffy were still kids. but which older brother doesn't enjoy messing with their younger sibling once in a while. and by the pout on luffy's face, he still had it.
"you take care of each other, kay ?" ace teased. luffy blinked, face melting into a blank expression before he raised a brow.
"huh ? course i do !" he grinned, looking at you again "right, yn ? i take good care of you, right !"
ace could only sigh affectionately while your groans and the captain's cheers faded from his ears as he made his way.
he could immediately tell that luffy had a crush on you. regrettably, even before the boy himself had. ace prays you'll remain patient and allow him to connect the dots on his own time.
but he thinks it probably won't take his dense little brother long to figure it out...hopefully.
Everything Rin Itoshi ever wanted
2k followers event, request no 16: Rin Itoshi once lived for football alone, but now his world revolves around two tiny children and the woman he loves. In the quiet moments of family life, he discovers that home is the greatest victory he's ever won.
The house is unusually quiet for a Saturday morning.
Soft sunlight spills through the kitchen windows, painting warm golden patches across the floor while you stand at the sink washing strawberries for breakfast. The world still feels half-asleep, peaceful and slow, the kind of morning that makes you want to stay in pajamas all day.
You don't hear the tiny footsteps at first.What you do feel is a gentle tug on the back of your skirt.
"...Mama?"
Your heart melts instantly.
You turn around to find Aoi standing there in oversized blue pajamas, her hair sticking out in every direction from sleep. Her cheeks are still pink and warm, her eyes heavy and blinking slowly as she rubs one tiny fist against them.
She looks impossibly adorable.
The moment she sees you looking at her, she lifts both arms without hesitation.
A silent request.
You laugh softly and pick her up.
Aoi immediately curls against your chest with a sleepy sigh, burying her face in your neck as if that's where she belongs.
Just like her dad...
A few seconds later another pair of tiny footsteps approaches.
Ren appears around the corner dragging a dinosaur plushie almost as large as himself. Unlike his sister, he isn't sleepy enough to hide his excitement.
The moment he spots you holding Aoi, his entire face lights up.
"Mama!"
The dinosaur is abandoned immediately.
You barely have time to react before he wraps his arms around your leg.
Ren looks exactly like Rin, the same dark hair, the same teal eyes. The same innocent little stare just like his dad.
If someone put a childhood photo of Rin next to his, nobody would question that they were father and son.
Ren presses his cheek against your knee.
"Mama, I had a dream."
"Oh?" you ask. "What happened?"
"There was a dinosaur and it was this big." His tiny arms spread dramatically. "And Papa fought it."
You bite your lip.
"Did Papa win?"
Ren looks offended. "Of course."
You are still laughing when a familiar voice appears from behind you.
"Why are all three of you awake already?"
"hi my love, i'm on stream, so-"
"good."
your hiss is short, blunt, and it makes kenma's eyes bulge out of his skull in fear. he had his phone on speaker, assuming you would want to say hi to his viewers- apparently, he was wrong- and he looks at the scrolling chat in shock, as if trying to make sure that the way you're speaking to him really just happened. he pauses before clearing his throat, "uh... i think this might be something we should discuss off stream-"
"no," you snap. "i want the whole fanbase to hear this. everyone deserves an answer."
kenma feels his heartrate spike, blinking and gnawing his lip anxiously. his knee starts to bounce, your scold making him pout slightly because he didn't do anything wrong for once.
"what's going on?" he asks, helplessly.
you take a deep breath in. kenma watches his chat flow with comments, some comments comforting and others joining his confusion- there's another part of his comments that tell him how hot you sound angry, but his moderators will take care of them.
he hears you sigh in annoyance, "so i just wanna know, husband-" your word is laced with venom, and he shudders at the sound of it slipping from your mouth.
"-why the fuck your mii 'happy' to be married to my mii, and my mii thinks your mii is her soulmate?"
kenma can't help but snort, hand flying to his face to hide his amusement from you. immediately, the chat changes from discourse to laughter, emoji's and "LMAOOO"'s scrolling through in hoards.
he hears you huff a laugh, but you try to contain yourself to continue the bit, "like what is up with that? if we can't have stability in tomodachi life, how am i supposed to trust you in real life? i literally made you to perfection and you still don't want me, so..."
kenma's mouth opens and closes, trying to formulate words as his mind swirls with so much relief and endearment for you. he shrugs, "well clearly my mii lost his mind, so-"
"no, because why are you just 'happy' to be with me?" you ask, boredom and disinterest in his tone. "like what could she not be giving you?"
kenma pokes his tongue in his cheek, blushing at the fact that you, his wife, are so in love with him, you berate him on live internet about a counterpart he didn't even know existed. he swings back and forth in his chair as you scold him further.
"if your mii doesn't straighten out, i'm making shoyo fall in love with me," you threaten.
his face grows serious, "no... wait, no, i'll talk to him, do not go marry shoyo, i cannot compete with him-"
"then fix it," you growl. then, you huff, "i love you, dick head."
"i love you too, goddess," he assures.
you hang up the phone, and kenma slowly turns back to his stream. "no one saw anything," he commands. "that didn't just happen..."
his stream reminds him of all the clips they just took, teasing him for being in love with his wife so disgustingly. "whatever, you guys are just jealous, let's just get back in it-"
it didn't take long for kenma to be interrupted once again, this time by hinata shoyo making a post that made him thunk his head on the mic, little laughs breaking up the pause menu music.
hinata_msby21 @/gamerkdzkn heard your missus isn't jazzed with your mii right now.... @/gamerkdzknswife my mii's got flowers with your name on them 😉
"SHOYO STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE!"
brazil!hinata shōyō x f!reader ; fluff
cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.
;; boyfriend!hinata tracking the exact angle of the afternoon sun hitting your bedroom bed just so he can drag the mattress straight onto the floor, pulling you down into the warm patch of light with him like a giant, golden lizard. he’ll tangle his legs with yours, bury his face in your hair, and just sigh against your skin until the sun goes down, completely content to waste a whole training day if it means absorbing your warmth.
;; boyfriend!hinata having this incredibly specific habit of testing his finger calluses against the softest parts of your skin. you’ll be sitting at the kitchen island and he’ll come up behind you, his hands—rough and hardened from years of slamming against volleyballs—tracing the sensitive curve of your inner wrist or the skin just under your jaw. he does it so gently, a contrast that makes your stomach flip because he knows exactly how much power those hands hold, yet they’re entirely soft for you.
;; boyfriend!hinata speaking to you in a sleepy, unbothered mix of japanese and portuguese when he’s waking up. his voice is a full octave lower in the mornings, a raspy, thick murmur against your bare shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest. he’ll call you ‘minha vida’ while sleepily biting at your shoulder blade, his grip tightening around your waist.
;; boyfriend!hinata being completely obsessed with laundry day, specifically because he loves the routine of it. you’ll find him sitting on the floor surrounded by clean sheets, casually tossing one of his oversized practice jerseys over your head while you’re walking past. he loves seeing you swallowd whole by his clothes, especially when he catches you later sniffing the collar because it smells like his citrus deodorant. he’ll just smirk, pull you by the hem of the shirt onto his lap, and whisper something terribly cocky about how good you look wearing his name.
;; boyfriend!hinata using his insane athletic reflexes for the absolute dumbest, most affectionate things. if you trip over a rug, he catches you by the waist, spins you in the air, and presses you flat against the nearest wall, laughing that bright, breathless laugh of his. his face will be inches from yours, his chest heaving slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips with a sudden, heavy intensity that reminds you he isn’t a kid anymore.
;; boyfriend!hinata taking care of your skin after a long day at the beach. he gets so meticulous about it, making you sit between his knees while he carefully rubs cooling aloe or coconut lotion into your shoulders. his thumb will track the line of your tan lines, his touch slowing down, growing heavier and more deliberate until the room feels a little too warm, his breath fanning hot against the back of your neck as he whispers praises about how beautiful your body looks under the sun.
;; boyfriend!hinata’s absolute favorite way to tease you during his off-season. he’ll be sitting on the sofa playing a game on his phone, and he’ll casually pull you down so you’re straddling his lap, using you as a literal armrest. he acts completely nonchalant, talking to you normally while his large hands slide under the hem of your shorts, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your thighs. he won’t even look up from his screen, but the hot, possessive squeeze he gives your hip every time you try to move away lets you know exactly where his attention really is.
;; boyfriend!hinata being completely incapable of keeping his hands to himself the second you step foot onto a crowded bus. he’ll pull you into the small space between his chest and the door, shielding you from the crowd with his broad shoulders while the bus sways. with one hand gripping the overhead strap, his free hand slides down to cup the back of your thigh, his fingers squeezing firmly through your pants. he’ll lean down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs—low and raspy over the roar of the engine—about how good you smell, completely intoxicated by the mix of your perfume and the heat of the afternoon.
;; boyfriend!hinata turning a simple evening walk along the secluded edge of the beach into something entirely different. he’ll drag you into the shadow of a dark lifeguard tower, pinning your lower back against the cool wooden stilts. while the sound of the crashing waves hides your gasps, he’ll bury his face entirely in the crook of your neck, inhaling you like he’s starving. his hands will slide under your top, his rough palms dragging hot over your ribs, and he’ll growl softly against your skin about how he can taste the salt on you, demanding you tell him how much you love him before he kisses you again without even letting you catch your breath.
;; boyfriend!hinata using his knowledge of launguages on dirty talking to completely break your brain when you’re in bed. he’s so loud and unbothered normally, but in the dark, his praise becomes this heavy, suffocating thing. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with just one hand, hovering over you with those dark, hyper-focused eyes, and he’ll praise you for every little sound you make. “sim, precisely like that, look at how well you’re taking me,” he’ll mutter in a breathless rush of portuguese and japanese, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper against your lips as he tells you how beautiful you look when you’re completely undone for him.
;; boyfriend!hinata’s feral habit of scent-marking you right before he leaves for an away tournament. he’ll trap you on the bed, his heavy body pinning yours down as he spends an entire hour just rubbing his jaw along your collarbone, biting gently at your shoulder blades, and leaving hot, wet kisses along your pulse point until you smell completely like him. if you try to squirm, he’ll just tighten his grip, his thighs locking yours in place, whispering praises about how good of a girl you are for letting him take his time with you.
;; boyfriend!hinata taking a massive risk at a crowded post-match afterparty. he’ll pull you into a dimly lit hallway just around the corner from the main room where his teammates are laughing loudly. he’ll press you against the wall, lifting you up by your thighs so your legs are wrapped around his waist. you can hear the bass thumping through the wall and people walking past the entrance, but hinata just smirks, his thumb wiping a tear of overstimulation from your cheek as he whispers, “shh, be quiet, you don’t wanna let them hear how good i make you feel. right, minha vida?”
;; boyfriend!hinata tracking your cycle or just knowing when your body temperature runs hot, entirely driven by his sense of smell. he’ll walk into the apartment after a grueling six-hour practice, drop his gear bag on the floor, and immediately track you down to wherever you’re sitting. before you can even say welcome home, he’s gently parting your thighs on the chair, burying his face directly into the heat of the soft dip of your inner thigh through your underwear. he’ll take a long, dragging inhale of your scent, his pupils completely blown as he groans against your bare skin, his large hands reaching under your top to grip your waist hard enough to leave faint marks, telling you exactly how ruined the bed is about to be.
;; boyfriend!hinata taking advantage of a completely empty, sun-drenched locker room after everyone else has left the training facility. he’ll lock the heavy door from the inside, trap you against the cold metal of his locker, and pull your shorts down to your knees in one rough, impatient motion. with the distinct smell of fresh sweat, laundry detergent, and leather volleyballs filling the air, he’ll lift your leg over his hip and drive into you right there, the sudden, thick friction making you scream into his shoulder. he’ll instantly choke off your voice with a wet, bruising kiss, his hips slamming into yours with that terrifying, rhythmic endurance while he mutters breathless, filthiest praises into your mouth—“take it all, look at how tight you are for me. you like that everyone's right outside, huh, sweetheart?” he’ll grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “look at me while i fuck you senseless, meu amor.”
n: everyone on discord kept distracting me. but i did get their opinions on this one. it was my twin’s idea for the scent marking, shout ot freaky twin.
guys join the discord, i want 67 members
© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.
iloveu
fly high, haikyu-!
your boyfriend is clingy when he's sick!
megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.
your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.
your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.
you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.
you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”
he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”
“i’ll give you more blankets?”
“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention.
you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up.
megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile.
“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.
not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.
“you should be in bed, baby.”
“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”
“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”
“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.
“i was away for one minute.”
“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”
you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”
“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied.
his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.
megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused.
the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.
“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”
“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”
“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”
the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.
he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.
you can’t wait to tell your boyfriend about this when he’s well again.
yowch! (っ◞‸◟ ς)
in today's broadcast: sae itoshi's sweet girl insist on joining him to practice, only to get hit in the head with a stray ball! your boyfriend's teammates are such meanies! luckily, he is willing to make up for it (it was not his fault) "i told her to stay home," sae sighs, side-eyeing the interviewer in annoyance.
MDNI cw: smut, fem!reader, sae playing w ur pussy into unprotected piv, u can't convince me that sae is made for any other type of gf than a spoiled one (whom he spoiled himself)
"no."
"but saee-uhhh," you drape yourself over him, arms wrapped around his waist, forehead banging gently against his back. it does nothing to stop him from putting on his shoes, unfortunately. "i don't wanna be alooonee..!"
you look beautiful in the morning, especially in his shirt ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ future husband where are you
choso walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes and blinking away any sleepiness. it's late morning, and he can hear the sounds of sizzles and cracks in the kitchen.
he walks in and immediately takes notice of your appearace. messy hair and tired eyes, dressed in his shirt with nipples poking the fabric.
his breath hitches and he stands there watching you move around in the kitchen. you look so pretty, so arousing.
he walk up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. he presses his hips against your ass, whimpering softly.
"feel that?" he whispers against your ear. it didn't take long for him to grow hard once he saw you in the kitchen.
he shirt barely covered your thighs, as soon as you bend down he would be able to see everything. the thought drives him crazy and his hands inch closer to the hem.
"we just woke up, cho." you say, not bothering to stop him from touching you. he doesn't answer, rubbing his bugle against your plush.
his hands move under your shirt, going up to your sweet cunt. his hands brush your thighs and then he stops.
what he didn't know, was that you weren't wearing any panties. now, he can feel your pretty pussy. he slides a finger in without hesitation and you squeeze your eyes shut.
"cho, im trying to cook." yet, you still don't move to stop him.
"please? it'll be quick."
you roll your eyes and sigh. he takes that as a yes and slides another finger into your pussy. he feels you melt back against him as he fingers your wet hole. you moan softly, holding onto the counter.
"fuck, baby, doing so good." you whimper. your head is thrown back against his shoulder and he kisses your cheek.
he works his fingers faster, his other hand finding your clit. the sensation is so delicious, you whine. you hear him chuckle as he fingers you.
he pulls away, making you whine at the loss of touch. you're about to turn around to scold him, but he pushes you against the counter.
he rubs his bulge on your ass before pulling his boxers off and letting himself spring out. his tips is red, leaking all over. he pumps himself, spreading the precum on his tip.
he lifts your shirt, lining himself up with your hole.
"so gorgeous." he whispers softly, pushing his way through your soaked hole.
"mm—cho fuck!" you mewl out, cheek pressed against the cool countertop. he pushes deeper till his hips meet your ass.
"big, cho, so big." you mumble, already forgetting how to come up with a single thought.
he rests his hands on your hips and starts to roll his hips against yours. it feels good. his tip kisses your walls softly, making love to your insides. you whine, squeezing your eyes closed.
"that's it, baby." he whispers, starting to thrust slowly. it feels ecstatic.
you cry out softly when his index finger rubs your clit. he rubs soft circles on the sweet bud, making you shutter and whine. "cho! more—ngh—please!"
he takes your plea and thrusts faster, holding your hips with one hand and playing with your clit with the other. it feels overwhelming. his size is huge, not fitting the first time you both made love.
you still haven't gotten used to the size of him. all you need is his hot tip and he'll somehow send you off.
his hips catch a steady pace. its fast and agressive, causing you to clench around him.
"fuck, pretty!" he whimpers, fucking you faster and faster with each thrust. your mouth drops open, spit pooling at the corner of your mouth.
"cho—ahh—ngh good, cho!" he takes your praise and fucks you harder. his finger works faster circles on your clit, flicking and rubbing you to oblivion.
he feels you clench around him tightly, squirming and whining. "close! faster—mmph—faster c-cho!"
his hips drill into yours, finger working on your bud and then he feels you clench. you squeeze him so tightly, he cums with you. he whines, crying out how good you feel.
you stay pressed to the counter, while he stays buried inside. you both pant, pussy pulsing around his cock. he pulls out slowly, making you moan at the sensitivity.
it goes quiet in the kitchen, the only sounds are your breathing. he pulls you back up, twirling you around and kissing your forehead.
"what were you making for breakfast?"
Rin Itoshi was the cutest baby ever!
2k followers event, request no. 15: 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."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kento nanami as your husband ⨾ a married au
੭﹕﹒ headcanons of kento nanami as your husband where your little family of four is situated in the countryside. two children (unnamed, the reader may make up names for them), and your very devoted husband.
੭﹕﹒ fluff , established relationship , married au , family au , countryside au , children , growing old together , NOT proofread pls bear with the grammarical errors 😭
note: the setting will be heavily inspired by the ph countryside, so please bear with me</3 i've never traveled anywhere further than my own country.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤyou've been together for almost two decades, and it shows in the way you move around the house. you're by the stove, he's chopping up fruits while your kids go down to feed the ducks by the lake. his hands find your waist like clockwork, and nanami presses a kiss to your shoulder as he grabs something from the cupboards.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤyou've all decided to buy a house in the countryside (a two-hour drive to the main city) because it was cheaper, and also, your frail parents are closer to you that way. nanami also finds the countryside peaceful after spending an entire eight hours in the hectic office.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤnanami has an apartment rented in the city, a few minutes down his office building. he's had it since he became a regular and the owner knows him well enough to keep the lease as it was way before you guys met. then, he got promoted to department head, and his income was high enough to keep both the apartment and your house in the countryside.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤwhen you heard of nanami's promotion to department head, nanami instantly suggested traveling to malaysia. just the two of you. the kids got to stay with their grandparents. honestly, it was the best trip you've had since your honeymoon and love was rekindled for the entire year.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤtwo kids. the first one was conceived when you two were still living in the city, and the second one was during your first year in the countryside. they love herding the ducks (it keeps the awful insects from infesting the lake). the ducks are actually raised by the compound, but they love coming over to your house specifically because nanami feeds them these pedigree feeds everytime he comes home from work.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤthe kids are enrolled in the city's local elementary school along with the rest of their childhood friends. however, once they reached secondary education, nanami suggested they study in the main city. it got a little lonely for a while with both your kids away every week with their dad, but the house has never been quieter and more well-kept.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤyour house is a humble bungalow built on top of the hill, just a slope above the lake. nanami wanted to build a house on a flatter field (ahem, he got sulky when a foreigner bought the lot across the lake, which was a beautiful green meadow surrounded by pine trees). he's grown to like the house on the hill, and it was hilarious seeing the kids roll down the slope with the other children in the compound.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤall the old ladies adore your husband. he's polite, mild-mannered, and financially stable! he also brings them that ginseng tea from his favorite shop in the urban district, and the aroma just makes people weak on the knees. nanami is an old soul; he relates to them.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤplays those old ass songs on the radio like some 60-year-old uncle. it's basically your children's sunday alarm. they're up and about the moment they hear the slow ballad coming from the patio. sometimes, they'd whine to you, telling you that their dad is way too loud at seven in the morning.
"he's at it again!" your oldest would whine, suctioning themselves to your back like an unwilling octopus. "please make him stop."
"he literally takes you out to buy your stupid games," the youngest muttered by the island while you ready breakfast. "besides, the ballads aren't bad. my friend's dad plays those annoying mixes that goes on and on and on!!"
"doesn't count."
you sigh from your place by the sink, washing the fresh mangoes you got from the new neighbors across the street. "you two, stop it. go help your dad with the ducks."
"can i just help with the rice?" your youngest clung to your other arm as you tried to slice the tomatoes into smaller cubes. "please? it's hot outside."
"what a baby." the other scoffed, already heading out with a pail in hand while still wearing their clover pajamas on the way out.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤnanami is silent with his affection. you're usually the one to initiate it but that doesn't mean he won't receive it equally. as the years go by, he's immune to the embarrassment that comes with PDA. you both openly cuddle by the couch in the living room after a long day. doesn't really matter if your children's friends are over, they always end up hanging out by the floating raft anyway.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤsilently cried during your eldest's high school graduation. proud dad. really. he's always encouraged his little ones to do their best in their academics, to not worry about the financial aspects of their life because their dad has it covered, and seeing them succeed brings him to tears.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤplans to retire after both your children become regulars in their office/workplace. let that man retire early, please. he wants to focus on horticulture and maybe raise more ducks for the community lake. also, a quiet life with you in the countryside is all that flashes in nanami's mind when asked about the future.
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤif your kids ever plan to apply for nanami's company, it's instant. expect nothing less than pure nepotism during the screening and interviews. especially if nanami hasn't retired by then; your husband's reputation is squeaky clean in the office, doesn't have a rap sheet in the HR's accounts except for a few jealous cowards. the conversation would go like:
the moment your child got home to the apartment, they called you. a little surprised, maybe excited, and just the smallest hint of suspicion in their tone. "the interview ended in three minutes."
"really?" you tried to act surprise but you barely stifled a laugh beside your husband as you chewed through sunflower seeds in the porch, overlooking the setting sun. you started to miss the rambunctious laughter that would ring across the house when your little ones were still... little.
"mn." came the soft reply. a soft shuffle of their feet as they probably plopped down on the couch. "the other seven minutes, they spent singing praises of papa. seriously?" there was incredulity laced there. ever the complainer, despite being almost as tall as their dad. some things never changed. "am i there to get a job or to listen to how many investors papa managed to convince?"
✿ ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤfor your anniversary trips, nanami never repeats the same place twice. this time, it's a trip to indonesia, next, you guys are visiting some shrine to offer your prayers and sake. the next, you're in shibuya, enjoying the bustling streets and filtering crowds. but, there's also one constant rule: it's always just you two. your kids are either with your parents or nanami's family for a week or two. they love it, tells you two that it's suffocating having to see you be so lovey-dovey all the time.
"thank god," your youngest would groan once nanami tells them over dinner that you two have already booked tickets to head to vietnam for the week. "papa, can you increase our allowance this time? we're planning to go to the festival with our cousins."
"mn." was the curt reply of your husband as he picked up his chopsticks and dug to his bowl of rice. "how much?"
"like..."
"multiply it by two!" your eldest called out from where they were grabbing juice from the fridge. they scooted to the chair at the edge of the table before saying, "itadakimasu." under their breath.
you could only sigh, giving your kids that silent but amused look. they know it too well now. "stop making things hard for your papa and i."
"what?" they both groan out at the same time, flopping their arms around each other like twin devils.
"you guys literally get to eat pho while i'm stuck with this moron!" your youngest would whine, a pout on their lips while their sibling pushed their face away.
"if it weren't for me, you'd have run out of allowance a week ago. if i'm a moron, you're an ungrateful obstinate fool."
nanami could only sigh, drinking the juice his eldest poured for the family while your kids' voice rang throughout the block. embarrassing, yes, but everyone knows how much of a handful those two could be. as they say, it takes a village to raise a child. and an entire city to handle two.
੭﹕﹒ inspiration heavily leans on lake apo, valencia city. the photo used above is the communal ranch in bukidnon, but semantics schmantics
In sickness and in health
— ft nanami x fem!reader
Syn. You underestimate two things: your fever, and how quickly Nanami will drop everything for you.
Cw .ᐟ : Husband!Nanami, fluff, sick fic WC : 1.1 k
© Art creds : @dickerystuf
If you hold back one more cough, you might actually explode.
It’s day three of pretending you aren’t sick because the second Nanami finds out, he’ll abandon work entirely and hover over you like a mother hen.
You know how important his job is to him. Even after exhausting shifts and bruises hidden beneath dress shirts, he still insists on working so hard to give you the best life possible.
Usually, you can handle a slight fever on your own, but today feels different.
You wake up drenched in sweat despite feeling a violent chill throughout your body. Bonnet half way across the room, and head throbbing where it rests against the pillow.
The short walk to the bathroom nearly kills you. And by the time you stumble back into bed your body gives out against the mattress, trembling from the effort.
You curl beneath the blankets, dizzy and exhausted, using the last of your strength to order chicken soup and tea from a nearby restaurant.
You try to stay awake until it arrives but your eyelids are heavy and eventually you succumb to sleep.
—
The vibration of your phone buzzing against your cheek jolts you awake sometime later.
Oh shit. The food.
You try sitting up too fast and immediately regret it. Every muscle in your body aches. There’s absolutely no way you’re making it to the front door. Groaning, you scroll through your contacts before pressing the only person nearby enough to help.
The call rings twice.
“Heyy, how’s my favorite nanami,” Satoru’s sing-song voice answers cheerfully. “Have you finally come to your senses and realized im the better sorceror?”
Your short laugh is cut off by a cough so hard it rattles your chest.
He pauses.
“…Why do you sound like that?”
“Please tell me you’re on lunch break already,” you mumble weakly. “I ordered food but I’m too sick to go to the door, can you stop by the apartment to bring it inside for me? Pleaseee? I’ll owe you.”
Across the office, Nanami looks up from the paperwork in front of him the second he hears your voice through Gojo’s speaker.
His expression changes immediately.
Gojo notices too.
“…Wait,” Gojo says slowly, glancing over. “You’re sick?”
You squeeze your eyes shut. “Don’t tell Nanami.”
Nanami stands before Gojo can even respond.
“Give me the phone.”
Your stomach drops at the sound of his voice.
“…Kento?”
“You’re sick.”
It isn’t a question.
“I was going to tell you later—”
“You can barely get a word out without wheezing”
“Baby, I’m fine.”
“Yet you called Gojo instead of me.”
The disappointment in his voice somehow feels worse than anger.
You hear rustling, then keys.
“I’m coming home.”
“Ken—”
The line disconnects.
—
Exactly twenty minutes later you hear the front door unlock.
Nanami walks in carrying multiple bags you definitely didn’t order. Besides your tea and soup he carries a plastic bag filled with medicine, electrolyte drinks, and basically enough supplies to survive a mini apocalypse. You’d roll your eyes at his antics if it wasn’t hard enough keeping them open.
His tie is gone. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Hair slightly disheveled like he ran straight from work.
The second he sees you trying to sit up, his face tightens.
“Don’t you dare get up.”
You still try anyway.
He’s at your bedside instantly, one hand against your forehead, the other steadying your shoulder as he gently pushes you back into the pillows.
“You’re burning up,” he mutters, brows pinching together. “How long has this been going on?”
“…Three days.”
Nanami goes completely still.
“Three,” he repeats flatly.
You wince under the weight of his stare.
The exhaustion in his face twists into shame.
“Fuck. What kind of husband am I if I don't even notice you’re sick?”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Why’d you hide it from me?”
“Because you would’ve called out of work.”
“I would have.”
There’s no hesitation in his answer.
That’s what gets you. He’s not even frustrated.Just genuinely hurt that you were suffering alone while he sat completely unaware.
His expression softens slightly when he notices yours crumpling.
He sighs quietly, sweeping your braids behind you. “What am I supposed to do with you?”
Despite the scolding tone, he carefully opens the soup container, testing the temperature before handing it to you.
When your shaking hands struggle to hold it steadily, Nanami simply takes the spoon back with another quiet sigh.
“Cmere, open your mouth.”
You shoot him a weak glare but obey anyway, letting him feed you spoonful after spoonful while he watches carefully to make sure you eat enough.
The warmth of the soup settles heavily in your stomach, exhaustion pulling at you all over again.
Nanami notices immediately.
Without a word, he sets the container aside before piling blankets around you.
He leans down then, pressing a lingering kiss against your feverish forehead.
“You should’ve called me first,” he says quietly against your skin.
Guilt twists in your chest. “I didn’t want you worrying.”
“That was never your decision to make. You’re my wife. I love you and i’ll always worry about you.
“Mm sorry Ken, I love you too, I just didn’t want to be a burden.”
The words come out slurred with exhaustion, barely above a whisper.
Nanami’s expression softens immediately.
“A burden?” he pulls away slightly, like the thought itself burns him.
His hand slides up to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing beneath your eye with careful affection.
“You being sick is not an inconvenience to me.”
You blink tiredly up at him while he adjusts the blankets tighter around your shoulders, making sure not even a sliver of cold air gets through.
“I take care of you because I want to,” he continues. “Not because I have to.”
The fever leaves you too drained to hide how much the words affect you. Your eyes sting slightly as you lean further into his touch.
Nanami notices, of course he does.
“Baby,” he coos softly, brushing his lips against your forehead once more. “Don’t cry now.”
“I’m not,” you mumble weakly, voice wobbling.
A rare hint of amusement flickers across his face.
“You’re a terrible liar, love.”
Before you can argue, he slips into bed beside you fully clothed, ignoring your weak protest about getting him sick. He simply pulls you carefully against his chest, tucking your head under his chin as one arm wraps securely around your waist.
“Next time you feel like this, I’m your first call. Understand?”
You hesiate. “…Even if you’re working?”
“Especially if I’m working.”
You let out a tired hum of agreement, curling closer into his chest.
“Good,” he says quietly. “Next time your first instinct should be your husband, not the six-foot manchild.
iwaizumi hajime x f!reader — fluff
cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is the type to never let you walk on the street-side of the sidewalk, but he doesn’t do it with some dramatic, sweeping gesture. he just quietly palms your waist, his thumb digging slightly into your hip through your shirt, and nudges you to the inside without breaking the flow of whatever story he’s telling you about his athletes.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has hands that are always a little rough, calloused from years of gripping volleyballs and athletic tape, but he’s absurdly gentle when it comes to you. his favorite thing to do when you’re both unwinding on the couch is to drag the blunt tips of his fingers down the nape of your neck, tracing the edge of your collarbone until you’re practically melting into his chest.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi looks terrifyingly hot when he’s focused, especially now that he’s older, broader, and wears those fitted athletic polos for work. if you’re studying or working next to him, he’ll be staring intensely at his laptop screen, jaw tight, until he catches you looking. the way his expression immediately softens into this heavy-lidded, knowing smirk will absolutely ruin your ability to concentrate.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi isn’t a loud PDA person, but his possessiveness shows up in the quietest, highest-voltage ways. like how his hand always finds its way under your thigh when he’s driving, his fingers idly squeezing your skin right above your knee, or how he’ll pull you against him by your waistband in crowded spaces, his chin resting right on top of your head.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is incredibly observant. he knows the exact temperature you like the shower, exactly how much milk to put in your morning coffee so it’s just the right shade of beige, and the precise moment your social battery dips. before you even have to say you want to leave a party, you’ll feel his large, warm hand slide down your spine, his lips brushing your ear as he mumbles, “let’s get you home, ‘kay?”
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has a terrible habit of leaving his heavy, oversized hoodies at your place, and he fully expects you to wear them. but the real kicker is when you try to give them back, and he just pulls you into his lap, buries his face in the crook of your neck, and mutters that they smell way better on you anyway, his grip tightening around your waist so you can’t get up.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is a teasing menace behind closed doors. he loves to push your buttons just to feel the flush creep up your neck. if you’re complaining about him being too distracting, he’ll just lean over you, trapping you against the kitchen counter with his forearms on either side of your hips, looking down at you with that lazy, confident gaze that says he knows exactly what he does to you.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is your absolute biggest safe space. after a grueling day, there is nothing better than crawling into his bed and having him immediately haul you against his chest. he’ll wrap his thick arms and legs around you like a human weighted blanket, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the top of your head until all your stress completely evaporates.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is so deceptively solid, and he knows exactly how much he outweighs you. when he’s feeling particularly impatient, he loves to casually hook a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling your back flush against his broad chest in a lazy, dominant headlock. he’ll just hold you trapped there, his heavy bicep pressing right against your chin, flexing effortlessly every time you try to squirm away while he mumbles something entirely too hot in your ear.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi does this thing where he doesn’t ask you to move—he just moves you. if you’re in his way or if he just wants you closer, he’ll wrap his massive hands around your waist and physically lift your feet off the ground to set you exactly where he wants you. that casual, effortless manhandling is dangerous, especially when he deposits you right onto his lap or strands you on top of the kitchen counter so you’re at perfect eye level.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has an absolute vice grip, a lovely byproduct of his years as a heavy-hitting wing spiker and trainer. when things get heated behind closed doors, he likes to pin both of your wrists above your head with just one of his hands. his fingers wrap completely around your bones, locking you down so easily that it makes your head spin. he’ll just look down at you, using his free hand to trace a line down your stomach, completely unbothered by how much you’re trembling underneath him.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi’s thighs and biceps are genuinely a public health hazard. he’s completely unbothered by using his weight to pin you to the mattress, straddling your hips so you can feel every single muscle in his legs locking you in place. if you try to push him off, your hands just end up gripping his tensed, solid biceps, which only makes him huff a dark, quiet laugh before he leans down to bite at your collarbone.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets incredibly needy in the dirtiest way after a long week of training. he won’t even wait for you to get to the bedroom; he’ll just crowd you against the nearest wall, his heavy thigh sliding right between yours to press up against you, making your breath hitch. he likes to slide his rough hands under your shirt, his calloused palms dragging harshly over your bare skin as he commands you to look at him while he ruins your makeup.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the contrast of his rough, athletic hands against your soft skin, and he isn’t gentle about leaving his mark. he’ll wrap his hand firmly around the back of your neck, his thumb pressing into your jawline to force your mouth open for him. the way he handles you is so heavy and deliberate—he likes to leave deep, dark bruises right where your neck meets your shoulder, anchoring you to him while he takes his time pulling the most embarrassing, breathless noises out of you.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is entirely too strong for his own good, and when he completely loses his patience with you, he shows you exactly how effortless it is for him to keep you right where he wants you. he’ll pull you onto his lap facing away from him, or crowd you from behind against the mattress, and lazily hook one thick, heavy bicep under your chin to lock your head back against his shoulder—keeping you completely pinned while he drives into you from behind.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the view it gives him. with his arm locked securely around your neck, he can force your head back just enough to look down at your face, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth part as he hits every single spot. every time he drives home, his bicep flexes hard against your throat and collarbone, smothermuffling your breathless, high-pitched whines right into the crook of his neck while his other hand grips your hip so hard he’s going to leave bruises shaped like his fingers.
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi uses his athletic weight to completely overwhelm you. you’re trapped between his solid chest pressing into your spine and the unyielding restraint of his arm holding your head steady, making it impossible to escape the relentless, heavy rhythm he’s setting. when you try to arch away from the friction, he just tightens the headlock a fraction more, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly command right against your ear: “don’t move, just take it. you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets so dirty when he realizes how much his strength turns you on. he’ll intentionally tense his forearm right against your neck as he plows into you, letting you feel the full, hard ridge of his muscle cutting off your ability to do anything but swallow the moans of his name. by the time he finally lets you go, your head drops heavily to the pillows, completely spent and dazed from the sheer, breathless weight of how thoroughly he just took you apart.
n: i’m at an all you can eat asian restaurant, mmm
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