Kina⋆˚࿔ @sleepykina - Tumblr Blog

Welcome to the world of sleepykina °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡

Welcome to my blog! You can either call me sleepy or Kina, whichever you prefer || She/Her || Fics are posted every 1-3 weeks at random times, depending on how busy I am || I don’t write any chapter/part twos/ongoing fics unless I really want to, I prefer writing oneshots || I mostly write SFW, I’ll rarely ever write smut unless heavily requested

|| Guidelines ||

Requests ༄.° - Open

All of my fics are put into their correct Masterlist as soon as it’s posted and can be found here,

JJK Masterlist

MHA Masterlist

AOT Masterlist

Demon slayer Masterlist

Naruto Masterlist

Haikyuu Masterlist

Blue lock Masterlist

Bleach Masterlist

One piece Masterlist

ⓘ Everything I write is created by me. I do not support anything stolen or AI. I’m a heavy believer that AI shouldn’t be used for anything and things should be created by YOU, not something or someone else.

#𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ᯓ★

hangenism

megumi fushiguro x specialgrade!reader headcannons

boyfriend!megumi who doesn’t say it aloud but is hyper-aware of the gap between you. you’re well known in the jujutsu world, and he’s still climbing. it pushes him to train harder, spending long hours perfecting his technique. and it shows too, he has more scars and wounds than before. you don’t say anything, knowing it’s a sensitive topic boyfriend!megumi who begs you to train him. you warn him it’s not a good idea but he begs you to anyway. he wants to be able to keep up with you. he doesn’t want to be left behind.

boyfriend!megumi who absolutely hates the higher ups. they don’t see you as a human being, just as a weapon of mass destruction. if they talk about you like you’re some tool, his mood immediately tanks. he gets curt, colder than usual. boyfriend!megumi who patches you up in the middle of the night when you get back from missions. “you should be more careful.” he scolds you. he can never sleep when you’re out late exorcising curses. but every time he pulls you into a hug and smells your hair, grateful you’re still alive. boyfriend!megumi who stays up at night wondering what would happen if you died doing something no one else could survive, and he’ll be left behind. he couldn’t imagine a world without you by his side. it was too painful to envision. boyfriend!megumi who’s afraid he’s holding you back. he’s a grade 2 sorcerer and is still learning as he goes. he hopes he isn’t a burden to you, afraid of stopping you from reaching your true potential boyfriend!megumi who memorizes the stories people tell about you. not the flashy headlines but the small details. the mission where you stayed behind so everyone else could escape, the time you went back for a civilian. he holds them close, equal parts proud and terrified. boyfriend!megumi who watches you fight with that tight look on his face. he trusts you, he does, but seeing the way you throw yourself into danger makes something ugly twist in his chest. boyfriend!megumi who gets quiet whenever you talk about future promotions or overseas requests. he’ll nod, say that’s good, that you deserve it. later that night he trains until his hands shake. boyfriend!megumi who tries to hide how relieved he is when you cancel plans to stay in with him instead of taking extra work. he doesn’t want to be selfish, but he wants you safe more than he wants to be noble. boyfriend!megumi who learns your limits even when you pretend you don’t have any. the slight delay in your step, the way your voice gets flatter when you’re exhausted. he notices every time. boyfriend!megumi who thinks about the day you might be sent somewhere he can’t follow. he tells himself he’d accept it, because you’re needed. the thought still keeps him awake. boyfriend!megumi who never asks you to be less strong. he just wants to be strong enough to stand beside you.

pt. 2 | drabble

sleepykina

Hey sweets 💗!!

How's everything going? :D

What've you been up to lately?

@the-strawhats-scribe

Hii! I’m so glad to be hearing from you! Everything’s been going great, i finally got over my flu 🥹 I haven’t been up to much, I hung out with my friend yesterday for my birthday, we ate like 3 different cakes and fell asleep afterwards, I ordered two one piece look up figures so I’m really excited for those to get delivered soon!

How have you been? I hope everything’s been wonderful with you! I always love hearing from you!!

the-strawhats-scribe

omg, happy belated 🥳!!

that sounds so so fun, hanging out with a friend and just being together is the best (>v<)!!

i'm so so glad you enjoyed your birthday!!

ooh, which characters did you choose?

Wait- lemme guess!

Ace and Luffy?

Did i guess right, lol?

i remember you mentioned ace was your second fav one piece character, and Luffy was your first?

I've been good!

Exams are coming up, and what makes it worse i have so many fic ideas and i can't write them out cause i've been so busy lately T-T.

But other than that it's been good!

Got some much needed ice cream today, it was delish 😋

I love hearing from you as well 🫶🏽, make sure to come and visit me from time to time 💕!!

sleepykina

OH MY GOSHHHH YOU WERE RIGHT, I DID INFACT PURCHASE ACE AND LUFFY!! Both of them have been on my wishlist for sooo long so I’m finally glad I was able to purchase them!

Ughh, I know how you feel I always dread having exams, especially when I wanna do other things but can’t because I have to focus on them >_< I hope you do good on them!!

Don’t worry, I’ll be visiting your blog a lotttt more since I’m no longer busy with my exams!

#ice cream 🤤#i genuinely loveeee cotton candy ice cream with my whole soul #this reminds me I lowkey got to write more fics soon

Hey sweets 💗!!

How's everything going? :D

What've you been up to lately?

@the-strawhats-scribe

How have you been? I hope everything’s been wonderful with you! I always love hearing from you!!

#I lowkey still have a stomach ache from all the cake #I have such a bad sweet tooth #I slept sooooo good afterwards when she left #my favorite favorite favorite writer 👀#THE GOAT

the-strawhats-scribe

Hellooo! I was wondering if you could write s luffy x reader?

Wherein she's been with him since day one(she's their log manager)of his adventure—where he was still on his first ever boat before he got dragged into a Whirlpool typa long. With that, he's definitely closer with her. And when she goes missing/kidnapped, the whole crew just realizes how important she is to him because of how he acts when she goes missing/kidnapped.

The rest is up to you! I've had this thought since forever!

❤︎ Wanna Be Yours !

pairing: Luffy x fem!reader synopsis: you've always been there for luffy, from the moment you both hopped into that small rickety boat all those months ago, - broke, dirty, and starving, with only his dream and your presence keeping everything together. And now that you've been kidnapped he's dedicated himself to bring you back no matter what it takes. w.c: 3.3k note: she/her pronouns are used, no use of y/n, third person warnings: none song: I wanna be yours by Arctic Monkeys a/n: Hello~! Thanks so much for requesting, and this idea is marvellous! I'm so glad you shared it with me! I tried making it apparent the difference in Luffy's demeanour when it comes to you, and that he's no longer the carefree food-loving captain everyone's used to. Hopefully you like how it turned out, if not feel free to let me know what you'd like to change! Btw just know this is only my second time writing a long fic for Luffy so please forgive me if he appears OOC too some degree, with time i'll be able to portray him far better, but for now, take this instead! One more thing, if you're wondering where Franky is, he isn't here, i haven't reached that far in the anime so just ignore the little inaccuracies! Divder were made by the wonderful @/kodaswrld!

Levi Ackerman x Reader

The first thing Levi notices about you is that you don’t flinch.

Most recruits do.

Some straighten when he walks by. Others avoid eye contact entirely. A few practically stop breathing whenever he enters a room.

You just glance up from cleaning your gear and continue what you’re doing.

It annoys him immediately.

You were transferred into his squad after proving yourself during an expedition. Not the strongest soldier he’d seen. Not the fastest but the most reliable , competent, stubborn, and apparently incapable of being intimidated.

Levi discovers this during your first week.

“Your blade maintenance is sloppy.”

You glance down.

“No it isn’t.”

Levi stares.

Most people would apologize instantly.

You don’t.

Instead, you point toward the hinge.

“The oil’s fresh. The edge is sharpened. The locking mechanism isn’t worn.”

Levi narrows his eyes.

“So unless there’s something specific wrong with it, Captain, I think it’s fine.”

The nerve.

The absolute nerve.

Levi snatches the blade from your hand.

Inspects it before realizing you were right. “…Fine.” He mumbled, walking away with a slightly clenched jaw.

It becomes a pattern.

Not disrespect.

You always follow orders.

Always.

You simply refuse to treat Levi like some untouchable legend.

If he says something wrong, you point it out.

If you disagree, you say so.

If he’s being unreasonable—“You’re being unreasonable.”

Levi’s eye twitches. It always did when you said that.

The worst part? You aren’t usually wrong.

Which makes it significantly more irritating.

One afternoon the squad is cleaning headquarters.

Levi naturally inspects everyone’s work, being the clean freak he is he hates seeing even the slightest bit of dust somewhere.

When he finally checks on the area your cleaning, he pauses.

Everything is spotless.

Not clean.

Spotless.

Levi slowly looks around.

There weren’t any dust, stains, or even clutter.

You glance up from folding blankets.

“What?”

Levi studies the room.

“…Nothing.”

Then leaves.

During expeditions you become one of the few soldiers he never worries about.

You stay focused.

You don’t panic.

You don’t freeze.

You don’t need constant supervision.

When Levi gives an order, it’s done.

Immediately.

Correctly.

No questions.

No hesitation.

It’s infuriatingly convenient.

The first time Levi truly notices you is during a mission gone wrong.

A Titan appears from an unexpected direction.

One of the younger recruits freezes.

The Titan reaches.

Too fast.

Too close.

Everyone sees it.

Nobody can get there in time.

Except you.

You don’t think.

You move.

Your ODM gear screams.

Steel flashes.

You slam into the recruit, sending both of you crashing through tree branches.

The Titan misses by inches.

The recruit survives.

You don’t escape unharmed.

Your shoulder dislocates during the impact.

Levi arrives seconds later.

The mission continues, there’s no time for discussion.

But afterwards when the injured are being treated, Levi notices you sitting quietly while a medic forces your shoulder back into place.

No screaming, no complaints, just clenched teeth and a few beads of sweat.

The medic leaves. You think you’re alone.

Then—“That was reckless.”

You look up.

Levi.

Of course it was.

“Thanks.” You said, letting out a sigh as you adjusted in your seat.

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“The recruit lived.”

“You could’ve died.”

You shrug.

“So could they.”

Levi’s expression hardens.

For a moment he looks genuinely angry.

Not annoyed, but angry.

Then he leaves.

You stare after him, confused.

For some reason Levi becomes more critical afterward.

He corrects you more.

Watches you more.

Seems irritated by your existence more than usual.

You assume he’s just being Levi.

You don’t realize something has changed.

Because now when he sees you take risks—His chest tightens.

And he hates it.

The problem starts small.

Embarrassingly small.

Levi notices your laugh.

Not because it’s special.

Not because it’s beautiful.

Just because he hears it.

One afternoon.

Petra says something stupid, you laugh.

And Levi immediately realizes he’s memorized the sound.

Which is ridiculous.

Then he notices your smile.

Then the way you roll your eyes.

Then the way you cross your arms whenever you’re annoyed.

Then the way you mutter to yourself while working.

Then the way you always steal extra tea.

This is becoming a problem.

Because now he notices when you’re absent.

If you’re late to breakfast.

If you’re assigned elsewhere.

If he hasn’t seen you all day.

He notices. And he hates that too.

Meanwhile, you’re completely oblivious.

As far as you know? Levi barely tolerates you. The man spends half his time criticizing you. You assume that’s just how he expresses approval.

The expedition gets caught in a storm.

A bad one.

Visibility drops.

Snow blinds everyone.

Squads become separated.

Communication collapses.

And somehow you end up stranded with Levi.

Alone.

For the entire night.

You find shelter in an abandoned cabin.

It’s freezing.

Wind howls outside.

The walls shake.

Neither of you can leave until morning.

The silence is unbearable.

You sit near the fire.

Levi sits across from you.

Arms crossed.

Expression unreadable.

Hours pass.

Eventually you sigh.

“Are you always this pleasant?”

Levi looks up.

“Are you always this annoying?”

“There he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“That’s the Levi I know.”

A pause.

Then to your complete shock, his mouth twitches.

Not a smile.

Barely.

But enough.

You nearly fall over.

“Did you just almost smile?”

“No.”

“You did.”

“No.”

“You absolutely—”

“No.”

You grin while Levi looks away.

And for the first time since you’ve known him,

The atmosphere feels easy.

You talk for hours.

Not serious things just small things like story’s, complaints, observations.

Little pieces of yourselves.

Things neither of you share often.

By morning something feels different.

Neither of you mention it, but it’s there.

The realization comes much later.

And Levi hates every second of it.

You’re injured.

Not seriously.

Just enough to be confined to headquarters for recovery.

A few weeks.

Nothing dangerous.

But headquarters feels wrong.

Too quiet.

Too empty.

Levi catches himself looking for you.

Constantly.

In hallways.

At meals.

During meetings.

Everywhere.

Then one evening he finds himself standing outside your room.

For absolutely no reason.

Just standing there.

Staring at the door.

Like an idiot.

“…Tch.”

Because now he finally understands.

And understanding is significantly worse.

Because Levi Ackerman—Humanity’s strongest soldier has somehow fallen in love with the most stubborn woman in his squad.

And he has absolutely no idea what to do about it.

Meanwhile, inside your room—You’re staring at the ceiling.

Thinking about your captain.

Far more often than is probably healthy.

Wondering when exactly irritation turned into admiration, when admiration became something else.

Wondering why seeing him smile—once, barely—has occupied your thoughts for three weeks.

Neither of you are ready to admit it.

Not yet, and definitely not to each other.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi aot #captain levi #levi attack on titan #levi x you #aot imagines #aot fandom #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot #aot Levi #Levi Ackerman x reader #Levi Ackerman x you #Levi fic #Levi Ackerman fan fiction

lyvhhx

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐞???

(Portgas D. Ace x reader)

Omg, you changed your blog theme, and it's so so beautiful 🤩!!

I love it! Joyboy luffy is so so cutesy!!

You literally made it so scrumptious to look at!!

@the-strawhats-scribe

OH MY GOSH ITS MY GOAT 👀👀 I DIDNT even have to look at your @ to know who this was, I recognize those orange exclamation points anywhere 🥹✌️

Yes thank you so much!! I’ve always wanted to change my theme to Luffy but I decided to wait until I finished all my jjk requests to do it, so glad I finally got to change it!!

#i feel honored #i’m so happy #i literally love you #smiling so hard rn #I feel like I’m talking to a celebrity #MY GOAT I LOVE YOU

Nerd Armin x Popular Reader

The first thing Armin noticed about you was that you were loud. Not obnoxious loud, just everywhere.

Every hallway he walked through, every classroom he entered, every lunch period he spent hiding behind a book—you seemed to somehow be there.

Laughing with friends.

Talking to teachers.

Helping underclassmen.

You carried yourself so effortlessly that Armin couldn’t understand how someone could exist like that.

Meanwhile, he struggled to ask cashiers how their day was going.

You were simply from a different world.

So naturally, the first conversation you ever had lasted less than ten seconds.

“You’re Armin, right?”

He looked up from his notebook.

You were standing beside his desk.

His stomach immediately dropped.

“Y-Yes?”

You smiled.

The kind of smile that made people smile back without thinking.

“Can I borrow your notes?”

“Oh.”

He blinked.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.”

Then you were gone.

That should’ve been the end of it.

Instead, somehow, it wasn’t.

A week later, you returned. “Can I borrow yesterday’s notes too?”

Then again.

And again.

Eventually Armin started suspecting you weren’t actually paying attention in class.

“Do you even take notes?”

You laughed.

“I do.”

“Then why do you keep asking for mine?”

You grabbed his notebook before he could stop you.

“Because yours are prettier.”

Armin stared. “…Prettier?”

“You color-code everything.”

“That’s practical.”

“It’s adorable.”

Armin almost dropped his pencil.

You didn’t seem to notice.

The strange thing was that you didn’t just talk to him when you needed something.

You started stopping by his desk before class.

Sometimes after class.

Sometimes during lunch.

Never for very long. Just enough to say something random.

“Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”

Armin looked up.

“…Yes.”

“Oh.”

You looked disappointed.

“Okay, what about this? Did you know wombats poop cubes?”

Armin paused.

“…Actually, yes.”

You groaned.

“You’re impossible.”

Then you walked away.

Armin spent the next ten minutes smiling at his textbook.

The problem wasn’t that he liked you.

That would’ve been manageable.

The problem was that he wasn’t supposed to.

Because people like you didn’t date people like him.

Everyone knew that.

You were beautiful.

Popular.

Confident.

The type of person who got asked to dances before invitations were even announced.

Armin was… Armin.

So he ignored the flutter in his chest every time you sat beside him.

Ignored how quickly he looked for you when he entered a room.

Ignored how he started remembering tiny details about you.

Your favorite drink, your favorite songs, the way you twisted a ring on your finger when you were nervous.

He ignored all of it.

Or at least he tried.

Then came the group project.

The worst invention in human history.

Unfortunately, fate hated him.

Because somehow, the two of you got paired together.

“Looks like we’re partners.”

You seemed excited.

Armin wanted to disappear.

Working together turned out to be dangerous.

Because you were different when nobody else was around.

The cheerful, popular girl everyone knew wasn’t fake.

But it wasn’t all of you either.

When it was just the two of you sitting in a library corner, you became quieter.

More honest.

You admitted you hated how everyone assumed things about you.

You admitted you felt pressure to constantly be outgoing.

You admitted you sometimes wished people cared more about who you actually were.

Armin listened.

Really listened.

And every conversation made him like you more.

Which was a problem.

A huge problem.

Because now he wasn’t just attracted to you. He genuinely liked being around you.

You started noticing things too.

Like how Armin always remembered every detail you told him.

How he pushed his glasses up when he got excited talking about something.

How passionate he became whenever he discussed history or books.

How kind he was.

God. That was the worst part.

Armin was kind in ways nobody seemed to notice.

The quiet kind.

The kind that remembered your favorite snack and bought it without mentioning it.

The kind that stayed after class helping people understand assignments.

The kind that listened.

Actually listened.

Most people waited for their turn to talk.

Armin cared about what you said.

And somehow that felt more dangerous than any pretty smile.

Months passed.

Neither of you said anything.

Neither of you planned to.

At least that’s what you both told yourselves.

Then rumors started.

“Do you like Armin?”

Your friend asked it so casually that you almost choked on your drink.

“What?”

“Armin.”

“No.”

Too fast. Way too fast.

Your friend narrowed her eyes.

“Mhm.”

You immediately changed the subject.

Across campus, Armin was having a similar conversation.

“Just ask her out.”

Eren sounded exhausted.

Armin nearly walked into a wall.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because she doesn’t like me.”

“She literally spends all her time with you.”

“We’re friends.”

Eren stared at him.

“You are the smartest person I know.”

“Thank you.”

“And somehow the dumbest.”

Things got worse after that.

Because once the idea existed, neither of you could stop noticing things.

The accidental touches.

The lingering eye contact.

The moments where conversations became too quiet.

Too comfortable.

Too meaningful.

Neither of you knew what to do with it.

So neither of you did anything.

And the tension kept growing.

Then one evening, while studying together, the power went out in the library.

The entire building went dark.

A few students groaned.

Some laughed.

You instinctively grabbed Armin’s arm.

For a second neither of you moved.

Your hand remained wrapped around his sleeve.

His heartbeat immediately went insane.

When the emergency lights flickered on, you quickly let go.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.”

The words came out too quickly.

Too soft.

You looked at each other.

For a moment, neither of you looked away.

Then someone across the room yelled and ruined everything.

But the feeling stayed.

For days.

By the time spring arrived, everyone around you was losing their minds.

Because the two of you were clearly something.

You just refused to acknowledge it.

Even to yourselves.

Especially to yourselves.

And somewhere beneath all the awkward smiles, stolen glances, and unfinished sentences, both of you were slowly reaching the same terrifying conclusion.

You didn’t just have a crush anymore.

You were falling in love.

And neither of you had any idea what to do about it.

The school festival changed everything.

Not because either of you confessed.

Because neither of you did.

Of course.

That would’ve been too easy.

You spent most of the evening together.

Walking around.

Playing games.

Talking.

Laughing.

Just like always.

Except it didn’t feel like always.

Something felt different.

Heavier.

Like something was building.

Eventually you ended up sitting together beneath the festival lights.

Everyone else had gone home.

For once, it was quiet.

Just you.

And Armin.

“I don’t want this year to end.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Armin looked at you.

Neither did he.

But graduation was approaching.

College applications.

Life.

Everything was changing.

And suddenly the idea of losing this terrified both of you.

“Even if we go different places…”

Armin swallowed.

“We’ll still talk.”

“Promise?”

His chest tightened.

“Promise.”

The way you smiled at him made his heart ache.

For one terrifying second he almost said it.

Almost.

But then someone called your name.

And the moment disappeared.

A few weeks later, everything fell apart.

Not dramatically.

Not all at once.

Just enough.

Someone started a rumor.

A stupid rumor.

That Armin was interested in another girl.

You heard it.

And believed it.

Because why wouldn’t you?

Pretty girls liked Armin now.

People noticed him.

People saw what you saw.

So you started pulling away.

Not intentionally.

But enough.

Shorter texts.

Less time together.

More distance.

Armin noticed immediately.

And panicked.

Because suddenly the person he talked to every day seemed miles away.

“What did I do?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“What happened?”

The hurt in his voice nearly broke you.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to ask.

Couldn’t bring yourself to admit why it hurt.

So you lied.

“Nothing.”

It was absolutely not nothing.

The distance lasted three miserable weeks.

Three weeks of pretending.

Three weeks of missing each other.

Three weeks of absolute hell.

Until finally Eren snapped.

“ASK HER OUT.”

Armin nearly fell out of his chair.

“What?”

“You love her.”

Silence.

“…I do?”

Eren looked ready to commit a crime.

“YES.”

Meanwhile, your friends were having the exact same conversation with you.

“You are literally in love with him.”

“What?!”

“You cry when he doesn’t text.”

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

“…Oh.” Because yeah, now it made sense. You didn’t just like him, that wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you felt towards him. You loved him.

The confession wasn’t grand.

It wasn’t planned.

It wasn’t perfect.

It happened after graduation practice.

The two of you ended up alone.

Again.

Like always.

Except this time neither of you wanted to run.

“I heard that rumor.”

You blurted it out.

Armin blinked.

“What rumor?”

“The girl.”

“…What girl?”

You stared.

He stared.

And suddenly everything clicked.

“You thought I liked someone else?”

“You thought I didn’t care?”

Silence.

Then both of you started laughing.

Because of course.

Months.

Almost a year.

And that’s what kept you apart.

Eventually the laughter faded.

And neither of you looked away.

“I like you.”

Armin said it first.

Quietly.

Honestly.

Like he was terrified.

Your eyes immediately filled with tears.

Which made him panic.

“Oh no—”

“I like you too, idiot.”

Armin froze.

“You do?”

You laughed.

Then kissed him before he could ask another question.

And for the first time in almost a year, everything finally made sense.

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin aot #nerd armin #attack on titan armin #armin x you #aot imagines #aot fandom #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #armin alert

inseobts

Just One Date

portgas d. ace x gn!reader

after many rejects you have to go on a date with ace and your plan is to do your worse to ruin it — you fail!

a/n: okay this one is made with the same prompt as the law one!

tags: first date, fluff, kinda enemies to lovers, soft, humor

word count: 4.4k

ace m.list || anime m.list || ao3 || ko-fi

You should have known this would happen.

It always starts the same way.

A lazy afternoon with the ship rocking gently and the crew scattered across the deck.

And him…

Always him…

eirasera

Ace in love with you, wasn’t exactly what you expected. But somehow, you grew used to it anyway.

You got used to the love letters he left when you were going to be apart for a while.

Or rather — the pile of half charred confessions that always smelled like smoke.

That’s what made them very Ace letters. He’d get so excited writing down how much he loved you that he’d accidentally set the paper on fire. And honestly, you never had the heart to complain.

You got used to him eating and talking at the same time, food stuffed in his mouth as he rambled.

“Ace! Chew with your mouth closed — talk after you swallow!”

He’d just grin, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, go quiet for a second… then shove more food into his mouth and continue just as loudly.

It became no surprise that after clearing his plate, he’d glance at yours with those hopeful eyes, silently begging you to say you were full.

And sometimes — even when you weren’t —you’d lie. You’d push the plate toward him just to see that excited, childlike joy light up his face again. Watching him eat like that warmed your heart more than any meal ever could.

You got used to the late night talks when it was cold. You’d curl up beside him, letting his hands warm your body as you spoke excitedly about your plans for the next island you’d dock at, your dream date, your little ideas and stories.

Only to glance over and realize he’d fallen asleep mid-conversation.

You were always this close to shaking him awake. But one look at that peaceful, soft smile — and the frustration melted.

His excuse?

“I just feel so comfortable with you… my eyes get heavy,” he’d say with a lazy grin.

You got used to how competitive he was. How stubborn he could get. Even over playfights.

A pillow fight? He’d swing like it was a final battle, feathers flying until the pillows became more stuffing than fabric.

Tickling? He’d keep going until you were breathless, clutching your stomach and crying from laughter while he shouted some ridiculous victory line.

You got used to how he flirted with you —constantly, shamelessly — but the second you flirted back more boldly, he’d go redder than his flames.

Ears flushed, eyes wide, trying so hard to play it cool as he muttered a flustered, “Shut up…” whenever you teased him for it.

But what you could never quite get used to?

The casual touches.

How he’d drape an arm around you while talking to someone else. How he’d absentmindedly stroke your hair while zoning out, completely unaware of how much it made your heart flutter. It was second nature to him — but for you, it was utterly distracting. Every single time.

You got used to it all. Every side of Ace. Every little quirk. Every flame, every fault, every fire sparked affection.

And most importantly — You fell in love with every single detail of him.

mlist. -> here // art by yoleviii on twt

whirlybirbs

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.

mizu-luffi

when sanji walks into the kitchen, the last thing he expected was to find you. slumped over the dinner table and clearly asleep.

sanji was an extremely early riser, usually awake before the sun had barely just opened it’s eyes as well. a habit he couldn’t quite lose, but he liked it that way, meant he could start up early with preparations for breakfast and although it deprived him of the luxury to wake up to you, it still gave him the great honour ( in his words) of cooking for you.

(at was his duty after all.)

however, he hadn’t known you to be an early riser. you always woke up around the same time as everybody else, or sometimes later. but it was difficult to stay asleep on the sunny thanks to the bumbling buffoons running around the ship the second they were awake enough to have their brains kickstart again.

but now here you were, and sanji worries immediately: did you have troubles sleeping ? were you unwell ? how long had you been here all alone ?

slowly he makes his way to you, the cigarette he was about to light long forgotten. careful not to rouse you too suddenly he crouches to your level. his palm runs up and down the expanse of your back. gently, soothing.

“mon ange ?” he calls quietly. you stir quickly, groaning a little you turn to him and sanji thinks if his heart could actually soar it would leave him behind. you always looked cute first thing in the morning.

(you’d argue otherwise, but sanji always wished you’d be able to see yourself as he saw you.)

“hrmmn…g’mornin’, s’nji…” you mumble drowsily. he smiles lightly, his heart kicks against his chest like it hates him for keeping him trapped inside his ribs and away from you.

“good morning. how long have you been here ? weren’t you cold ? you don’t even have a blanket…” he frets. you place a hand against his cheek to stop him from continuing in his mutterings. you smile at him and sanji cannot possibly fall more in love, he thinks.

“i’m surprised i even got here before you,” you jest. you continue when you see the confusion on his face.

“you always wake up first. before everyone else, always workin’ s’hard. i figured i’d try and keep you company but you’d never wake me up if i asked you. i beat you to it.” you explain, trailing off sleepily. your thumb brushes lovingly against his cheek.

oh, how could he possible have thought you couldn’t make him fall for you even more ? he was an idiot. completely, utterly moronic.

“ah,” sanji sighs, sinking to his knees. “ah…ah, you’re an angel..” he cries into his hands.

“oh—sanji...” you groan sleepily, shaking your head affectionately at his dramatics.

“an angel…my very own angel..sent to me from the heavens,” he whimpers, he’s shaking a little. “how did i get so lucky with you ?” he finally looks up at you. dead seriously wondering to himself. you swear you see tears in his eyes.

you scoff, but you can’t fight back your grin “you’re so silly.” you sigh, brushing his hair back and holding his cheeks. you can’t help yourself and pinch them causing him to let out the tiniest whine.

(it sounds a little too happy for it to have hurt him. you snort, freak..)

“i love you,” he responds, like it was an actual answer. “you’re my world, my life—my everything. my shining light in the darkness, my—“

“alright, enough of that.” you cut him off, leaning down and pressing a smooch right to his nose. it’s a wet, noisy one that freezes him in his tracks and makes him let out an embarrassing little “hnng—!” noise. you snort against his nose.

“sorry, would’ve given you a proper one but i haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” you giggle bashfully.

sanji blinks. and promptly slumps to the floor face first.

“a-ah, i...c-can…die happy...” he whispers.

“idiot.” you snicker.

mizu-luffi

𓄹𓈒 𓏲luffy's always kissing you

“stop squirming.”

luffy whines as you press the bandaid to the small gash on his cheek. nothing too serious, if anything, you were honestly thankful he had gotten off with only minor bruises and cuts. most of them because he was being reckless as usual. you decided you’d just take care of them yourself and save your doctor some trouble as he was already very busy dealing with other injuries.

“hurts,” he pouts. it’s hard to take luffy serious when he gets like this. he goes from giving you chills, looking like a man during intense fights—and then right back to the silly boy your heart knows so well. pouting and whining at you with big brown eyes.

“should’ve thought about that before running head on into trouble, captain.” you respond. your thumb lingers against the bandaid on his cheek. you quickly pull away, clearing your throat. luffy doesn’t seem phased, as usual.

he leans in closer to you, grinning “but i looked cool, right ? you thought i looked cool ?”

“all done,” you pat his thighs quickly and turn away from him. luffy frowns slightly at you ignoring his question. he grumbles, “hrmmm..” a spoiled, whiny noise. you almost giggle but manage to hold it. you roll your eyes.

“yes, you looked super cool, captain. you always do.” he grins at that. swaying slightly with a giggle on his lips. the whiplash luffy was able to give was astonishing.

you’re in a pretty crowded haul, full of people recovering with your chef’s food or getting treated. it’s noisy, crowded—but pleasant. it’s even more pleasant when luffy’s around. it feels warmer, safer, familiar.

some people point in your direction, no doubt talking about your captain’s impressive feat from merely a few hours ago. surely, the people who hadn’t been there to witness his exploits had expected someone bigger, wider—more serious and stoned faced.

but never your captain. your stupid, silly boy, luffy. the same one with millions of millions of berries on his head.

“are they bothering you ?”

you snap out of your daze, realising you’d been zoning out staring at the strangers further away. they’d already turned away whistling, ashamed a being caught (and accidentally stared down) no doubt. you blink and whip back towards luffy who’s already blinking at you.

“oh—no, no ! i just started zoning out…” you explain, luffy hums wordlessly in response and you decide to keep it at that. if you’d told him you were just thinking he’d have asked what you were thinking about and you don’t think you would be able to handle having to explain that you were thinking about him.

luffy suddenly sighs out loud, leaning back on his palms “man, i’m sooooo hungry. should we go eat something ?”

“we ?” you snicker. he nods excitedly, smiling wider at your laughter. he’s already leaning closer again.

“yeah ! let’s go eat something.” he decides.

you look back at his plate of ‘snacks’ —which constisted of different kinds of meat, noodles and fruits— on the long table. he’d already devoured the whole plate but you knew your captain well enough to know that a single damn plate wouldn’t be enough for his black hole of a stomach.

you ask anyways, just because you feel like teasing “you seriously got room for more ?”

“i always got room for more.” he nods firmly. you laugh, and he laughs too.

“you’re unbelievable.” you sigh, shaking your head affectionately. luffy’s smile stays, but it softens. in that one way you’d started to be more familiar with just recently. it makes your heart pick up.

luffy doesn’t respond, instead he leans in—and kisses you.

muuuahh—! it’s a quick, closed mouth peck where you can still feel the smile on his face pressed against your lips as he takes yours away with him.

he pulls away quickly after. your mouth parts in shock and his eyes flicker down to it like he hadn’t just felt it a second ago. he grabs onto your shoulders quickly, like it’s instinct. you grab onto him, to stop him…maybe. either way, when luffy leans in again, taking your lips again, you don’t do much to push him away.

you don’t remember exactly when luffy had started kissing you. it felt strangely natural, like it was bound to happen. one day he’d started kissing your cheek a bit too often and you were too shocked and flustered to reprimand him for it. he’d started getting greedy and going for your mouth only recently though and you do remember that.

it was a late night campfire at some island you’d stopped at and ended up staying around to party with the locals. and somewhere in between the laughs and the drinks (mostly all drank by zoro) and the dancing on the beach luffy had slumped over next to you and grabbed your cheeks to smush his lips to yours. he’d acted like it was normal at the time and even after, saving you a seat next to him like usual during breakfast the very next day.

so you never said anything about it. luffy was strange to you in ways, you never knew what he was thinking, especially about things—feelings like this. you know he’s not stupid—you learn that you kiss people you really really like when you’re a child. but you never know what he thought.

luffy was someone who always felt harder than he thought—and you don’t know if he thinks about what he’s feeling for you much. would he be confused if you asked him what you meant to him ? would he not crave you like you craved him ? would he just want to stay in this strange little relationship because it was just more fun for him ?

(you knew luffy wasn’t heartless. but he was a man of feelings, and you felt way too much for him to just live by the whims of what his heart wants at the moment.)

“lu—luff,” you try to speak. luffy hasn’t pulled away yet, huffing through his nose to stay pressed to you longer. his grip on your shoulders tighten and when he leans back only to press his lips to yours again it makes a soft peck sound that makes you shiver and him whimper faintly. he leans into you more.

“wai—cap’—luffy !” you grip his shoulders, nudging and pushing and he finally leans back just a bit, he listens. eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“you don’t wanna ?” he heaves, breath heavy against your face.

you do wanna. oh, you do. but you start getting nervous of the glances you’re getting, some people are even giggling. not maliciously you assume, but still embarrassing.

“p-people are watching…” you respond. luffy, still confused, looks towards where you were glancing at. he glares a little and the people who had been looking quickly turn away, startled.

he turns towards you again “so they were bothering you.” he frowns.

“no ! no that’s not—they weren’t bothering me.”

“good, they won’t bother you anymore.” he says, already leaning in again. a startled sound gets clogged in your throat and you turn your head away so luffy misses and his lips press to the corner of your mouth instead. he doesn’t give up of course, huffing while he tries to win his prize.

you’re sure you look a couple of idiots with you spinning your head around and luffy spinning his to catch you with lips outstretched. you’re sure your crewmates would have laughed themselves to tears at the display, but luffy had the ability to make you forget everything but him when he was close to you like this.

“lemme kiss ya…” he whines petulantly. he resorts to grabbing your face and smushing your cheeks, like that night. you grab his wrists. not pushing, not stopping. but you grip tight enough where luffy knows it’s not a game anymore. he leans back, eyes wide, not far enough for you but far enough for him.

“why are ya mad ? did i do somethin’ ?” luffy bumps his nose to yours, he won’t kiss you ‘cus you asked “m’sorry i was reckless. won’t do it—be more careful, swear.”

“liar.” you snort, you can’t will yourself to let go of his wrist. you know he won’t be careful and you know he’ll do it again, despite it all you like him just like that. you don’t think you could stop.

“i’m not mad,” you start, your thumb rubs the little bone on his wrist “but we shouldn’t just be doing this, luffy.”

he tilts his head “why not ?”

“‘cus were not—together like that.” you force out.

luffy lets out an shocked hah ? “like what ? i thought we were together—we gotta be together another way to kiss ?” he asks.

you blink. he waits.

“we’re not together, luffy.”

“we are.”

…huh ?

“…are we ?”

“yeah.”

you jump at how easy, how quickly he responds. like it was something you should’ve known. he even adds an “you doin’ okay ?” when you don’t respond.

“but you—you never asked me out or anything.”

“ask you out for what ? to eat ?”

“you never asked me to be together with you.” you explain. luffy’s mouth forms an ‘oh’ shape, his eyebrows raise.

“ooooooh—musta forgot !” he responds cheerfully “ but you know i like you, yeah ?”

there should be absolutely no reason you wouldn’t have known he liked you. if it weren’t for his behaviour towards you, it would’ve been with all of your friends telling you to wake up because he was “clearly into you”.

(even strangers would tell you you were a lovely couple, or refer to him as your boyfriend when talking to you. you didn’t bother correcting them because none of your crew mates would let you when they were around.)

“i…i don’t know what i thought.” you say, almost to yourself. this was giving you a headache. the headache in question laughs gleefully,

“you’re so silly.” he hums. you’re about to respond when he stops you, leaning close again. “can i kiss you now ? i really like it. i wanna hold you when i do.” he says bluntly. “we can be together if you wanna.”

you shake your head at his antics. as you thought, being together with luffy was a whole other experience, but he wasn’t as confused as you thought.

“yeah. yeah, i wanna be together.” you smile. luffy grins like the sun. you let go of his wrists and he grabs your hands to intertwine your fingers together sweetly, he runs your knuckles over his lips.

“missed you. during the fight, i mean.”

“if you really miss me, you’ll finish it faster next time.” you tease, squeezing his hands.

“i will !” he chuckles. he mouths at your knuckles causing you to groan. he giggles again like he can’t help himself and pulls you to him.

“don’t stop me this time, kay ? wanna really feel you.” he whispers.

you feel your face burn. luffy's ability to give you whiplash needed to be studied.

“wait—shouldn’t we go somewhere else ? people can see us here...” you mumble, embarrassed.

“oh, yeah. i don’t care.”

“i do.” you pinch his hand. he whines but relents, standing up and dragging you off somewhere more secluded.

a thought pops into your head “thought you were hungry.” you tease.

luffy smiles wider, your hand still securely in his grip. together.

“mm, not anymore, that’s for later. m’hungry for you now.”

you gulp.

mizu-luffi

𓄹𓈒 𓏲portgas d ace the (not so) smooth criminal

“ace..”

“mm ?”

“i’m gonna ask you something, and i need you to answer me honestly, okay ?”

“y-yeah, sure. shoot me, sweetheart.”

he smirks. a sloppy, sideways grin that’s supposed to exude ease, nonchalance. it’s immediately shattered when something flickers at the back of his neck and he quickly grabs his nape, too quick, the smack against his sweaty skin makes your lips twitch in amusement and his with nervousness.

(his gaze doesn’t drop, though. he sweats but his eyes and smile stay on yours.)

you smile anyway, pausing to prep him.

“…have you ever kissed..anyone ?”

ace spontaneously combusts. literally.

“ah.” you giggle. then you burst out laughing and ace sighs loudly. his shoulders still smouldering.

“s’it…that obvious ?” he chuckles nervously. you love how ace always tries to act like he always just knows what to do, knows what to say, but the slightest fumble makes him absolutely collapse. it’s a bit petty on your part, because you find ace very cool anyway, his charm, his personality, the way he puts everyone so at ease. and the way he put you at ease, you like to see him fumble even just a little bit, especially for you.

you place a hand against his cheeks and his eyebrows fly up, he stumbles a bit—not because he doesn’t like your touch, quite the opposite and he makes that very obvious—but because he worries his flames might lick at you. you, who he’d never even dream of hurting.

“it’s very, very, very—“ and the more you exaggerate, just to mess with him, the more he winces, smile shaky “—very obvious, hot shot.” you smirk.

he throws his head into your cheek, “aargh, great..” he chuckles, and your giggle makes him smirk and lean over to pinch your sides. always smooth though, his hands soothingly brush your sides as he pulls you closer.

“alright, mind if i have a redo then ?” he smiles, leaning in closer to you. you snort but feel your face heat with his devil fruit being nowhere near the reason for it, your arms wrap around his neck.

“i dunno, that might’ve killed it for me forever.”

ace’s face drops, you’ve never seen his always bright face pale as quick as it does now. his mouth drops and a clogged sound leaves him.

you pat his cheeks twice, almost worried he managed to learn how to fall asleep with his eyes open. though this would be a bit of an awkward time for his narcolepsy to hit.

“i’m kidding.” you reassure.

ace gulps like he hadn’t been breathing waiting for you to speak again. (he hadn't.) his head drops to your collar bone. “hoh, fuck, thanks..” he breathes. you smile again, pressing sweet kisses to his steamy nape and he groans appreciatively.

“be honest though..did i really suck that bad ?”

you look down at him, ears red but still hiding his gaze from you. ace has a harder time lying and acting smooth when he’s looking at you directly, so he takes the opportunity to be honest now while you cannot see him.

(except he’s even easier to see through when he’s like this, ironically.)

“not bad, my love,” you ease with a pat to his nape, voice airy “just..obvious.”

ace’s shoulders relax and he sighs. he lifts his head a little too eagerly and the brim of his hat knocks against your chin and nose. not hard, it’s only a graze that makes you both snorts but he tightens his hold to settle you.

“woah, there, woops..!” he fumbles. he thinks, then drops his hat on your head with a small thump.

“well, now i really want that redo..” he mumbles, leaning under his hat to press his nose to yours. your giggle makes him smile as well, albeit a little shyly.

“you can have as many redos as you wish,” you say sweetly. ace burns in your hold, but he melts when your lips press to his again.

mizu-luffi

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.

the-strawhats-scribe

sanji boyfriend headcanons

a/n: please also have this. take it. it's yours. seriously, just take it already. don't keep our cook waiting. let him keep you busy well i continue writing the requests.

♡ he loves, loves cooking for you! acts of service is his main love language and so giving you your favourite meal, especially after he notices you've been having a hard day, is his favourite thing

♡ before he asked you out, everyone (accept luffy, of course) could see how differently he acted towards you, than with Nami and Robin, he spoke your name with a reverence that was on border of being worshipful. He never flirted in that big overdramatic way of his, he only ever showed his love in the small things, the little details.

♡ in the way he held your gaze far longer than what was necessary

♡ in the way he'd give you those soft smiles, his eyes giving away all the yearning he held for you in his heart

♡ in the way he'd hold you after long and tiring days, listening as you silently sobbed through whatever pain you were going through

♡ in the way he'd brush his hand against yours far too long for it to have been an accident

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Kina⋆˚࿔