THINGS YOU DO THAT HE FINDS HOT â [BLUE LOCK]
characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, barou shouei
content: gn! reader, suggestive content
notes: hope you enjoy!
âïœĄÂ° isagi yoichi
oh. my. gosh. isagi is absolutely down bad for you wearing his clothes â specifically, his jersey. tbh all the players love when you do but with mr. isagi âegoistâ yoichi is one of the most obsessed with it.
whether his clothes are loose, tight, or fit just right, isagiâs face is flushed red and his eyes are glued to you with stars in them. after he see you in his jersey, heâs giving you his sweatshirts and jackets and looking up matching clothes on the internet
âïœĄÂ° bachira meguru
bachira immediately gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you dance. he loves seeing how carefree you are when you do and just the way you twist and move your body.
if you really want to make his heart skip a beat, invite him to dance with you with an outstretched hand and a sweet grin and heâs absolutely putty in your hands. when you dance as close as you can, chest to chest, heâs melting in your arms with an uncharacteristically shy smile and a whole army of butterflies in his stomach
âïœĄÂ° kunigami rensuke
kunigami really, really, really likes it when you openly admire his physique. heâs not trying to be vain but he works hard for his muscles so he loves it when you show your appreciate for that hard work
you can do this in various ways: compliment him, stare at him when he works out, squeeze around his arm and ask if heâs bulked up more since the last time that he saw you with a little, cheeky smile. whatever you do, it has kunigami feeling a little lightheaded
âïœĄÂ° nagi seishiro
this might be clichĂ© but nagi thinks itâs super hot when you get really passionate about things that either you like or that he likes. as someone who is pretty lazy, thereâs something about the contrast of you getting fired up that he likes. heâs focuses on how animated you get when youâre telling him about something you love, the way you speak, the way you gesture, nagi just canât take his eyes of you
like i said, he really likes you being passionate about things he likes. when you get really into a video game youâre playing together, sharp eyes trained in the screen and your fingers mashing buttons on your console, cursing quietly under your breath when something doesnât go right â it may not seem that nagi is paying attention but he is and heâs enjoying every moment heâs spending with you
âïœĄÂ° chigiri hyoma
chigiriâs face gets really warm whenever you trace your fingers along his face. youâre reverent, enraptured by his beauty and even though chigiri is always told how pretty he is, itâs different when it comes from you because itâs you. heâs squirming and blushing under your gaze
what makes him even more flustered is if youâre cuddling with one another and you ghost your fingertips along his jawline and whisper about just how beautiful he is. thereâs something so intimate about it and chigiri feels like heâs locked in some sort of trance with you that neither of you really care to leave
âïœĄÂ° rin itoshi
laughing at his jokes even when theyâre deadass not funny is the quickest way to get rinâs heart thumping. because heâs someone whoâs usually super serious, itâs kind of rare for him to crack any quips but when he does, it usually falls flat because people think heâs serious (or because itâs blatantly not funny) but you can always figure out when he does and he can count of you to let out a little giggle at the very least
maybe itâs the way your mouth curves into a smile or the way your eyes light up with amusement but rin just thinks you look your best when youâre laughing (especially at his jokes/âjokesâ). he presses adoring kisses to every inch of your face when you get a private moment together
âïœĄÂ° barou shouei
barou is an absolute sucker for you getting along with his younger sisters. heâd honestly rather die than admit it but regardless of how old they are (if theyâre really much younger or pretty close in age to him), you being an older sibling figure and role model to them really attracts him to you
he may always roll his eyes when his sisters insert themselves into your time together, but he would absolutely kill for them (and for you) so seeing all the people he cares most getting close just makes him feel even more superior for choosing you as his partner. when they finally do leave you alone, heâs definitely pulling you into his arms to show you his appreciation
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NICKNAMES â MIYA ATSUMU
pairing: miya atsumu x gn! reader
content: timeskip! atsumu, fluff, suggestive
atsumuâs always liked nicknames, ever since he was little. itâs evident in his calls for ââsamuâ and âomi omiâ and âbokkun.â heâs never once called suna by either his first or last name; itâs always been sunarin.
atsumu canât remember the last time he called you by your actual government name. itâs always baby, sweetheart, babe. you always grin at him when he does, pecking his lips and wrapping your arms around him.
but you still call him atsumu. not love or honey or baby, not even âtsumu. it makes him huff and pout and heâs honestly on the verge of a tantrum when he thinks about it. he uses every pet name under the sun for you and yet, to you, heâs just plain old atsumu.
the two of you are sitting on your couch, you cuddled under his arm, watching some show on netflix that neither of you are really paying attention to. your phone buzzes and you lift it, snickering at a message one of your high school friends sent you, and when you open up your messages with her, atsumu blanches at the contact name.
âbaby!â he whines, making your head snap towards him. he detaches himself from you and crosses his arms.
you raise an eyebrow. âeverything okay, atsumu?â
he only frowns further and points accusingly at your phone. âso, ya can call yer friend âgoddess shimizuâ but ya canât even bother callinâ me âbabeâ?â
you blink owlishly at him. âwhat are you talking about?â you set your phone on the sidetable and fully turn your body to atsumu, whoâs sinking further into the couch cushions.
âwhy do you call me atsumu?â
âbecause thatâs your name?â
âno!â he says, âi mean⊠why donât ya call me anythinâ else? like any nicknames? ya donât even call me âtsumu and literally everyone does unless theyâre mad at me.â
you sigh heavily, âyouâre not serious.â
âit just⊠iââ
your face softens as atsumu struggles to find the right words, and you place a tender hand on his knee. âatsumu,â you say gently and he glances at you. âi use your name because i like your name. itâs you. itâs yours.â your hand moves under his chin and you tilt his head. âyouâre atsumu. youâre my atsumu.â
the possessive tinge to your voice sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. âyeah?â he says, mouth stretching into a dazed smirk. âiâm yours, huh?â
you reply, âyep, all mine.â you cup his face with one hand, stroking his jaw with your thumb. âas long as you want to be.â
âthink yer stuck with me for a while.â
you chuckle, âi think i can live with that.â
atsumu pulls you to straddle his lap, running his hands up and down your thighs. your own hands settle on his shoulders as he asks, âcan ya do me a favor, though?â
âsure, what is it?â
he blushes a little and says, âcall me somethinâ cute once in a while.â
âhmm, like this?â you hum, leaning forward, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. âbaby.â
atsumu feels his brain turn mushy as you dip your head, pressing a slow kiss to the skin of his neck just below his ear. âlove,â you drawl out again and the mindless chatter of whatever show you two were watching fades into static. atsumuâs stops rubbing your thighs, gripping them tight instead.
âsweetheââ your purr is swallowed by atsumuâs mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, salacious and solicitous. your fingers card through his hair and you grasp a few strands, tugging and relishing in atsumuâs moan.
seems like youâll be calling him a lot more than atsumu from now on.
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TOLD YOU SO â ITOSHI SAE
pairing: itoshi sae x fem! reader
content: reader wears a dress, a little possessive behavior on saeâs end, oliver aiku cameo
notes: pretty eyes = pretty guys
You love Sae, you really do. Behind that apathetic, disinterested exterior lies a heart that beats in turn with yours. You love him, you really, really do, and you have to remind yourself of that as you ignore the side-eye heâs giving you thatâs tinged with a certain smugness and screams, I told you so.
Okay, so it definitely was not the smartest move to forego a coat when you knew that this fundraiser was going to be on an outdoor rooftop bar in late fall. But none of your coats went with the dress you were wearing â a long, low-backed, satin number â which was the only thing you had that was formal enough for the event. Sae had looked you up and down when you two were getting ready in your apartment and said, âYouâre going to be cold.â
âIâm fine,â you insisted, âitâs not even that cold out.â
âYou need to bring a coat.â
âIâm really fine, Sae. I run hot, remember?â
He glanced at your outfit again and said, âYouâre going to be freezing.â
You shrugged and gave him a cheeky smile. âThen Iâll just wear your coat.â
He rolled his eyes. âNo way, Iâm not going to be cold because of your poor judgment.â
You hummed, âI think you will.â
âAnd I think youâll be freezing.â
âGuess weâll both have to wait and see whose right.â
You really hate when heâs absolutely and utterly correct in an argument, because at the moment, youâre trying your best to pretend that the goosebumps climbing your skin is not due to the chilly evening air. You refuse to meet Saeâs eyes, enviously peeking at his suit jacket.
You shiver as a breeze blows by and you huff to yourself, mumbling that youâre going to get a drink. Maybe indulging in the open bar will warm you up. You weave through the crowd and make it to the bar, sighing when you feel the warmth from one of the few heat lamps set up around the area. You swear that your boyfriend made the two of you purposely stand in a corner without one to prove a point.
You order a martini and sip it as you stand in the heat for a few more seconds, relishing in it. Itâs not total protection from the cold but it definitely helps some.
You feel someone sidle up next to you and say, âYouâre Saeâs girlfriend, right?â
You turn and face the owner of the voice, extending your free hand. âYeah, thatâs me. Oliver Aiku, right?â
âIn the flesh,â he chuckles and he shakes your hand. âItâs nice to finally meet you. Weâve been bugging Itoshi to introduce us since we saw you on his home screen.â
You smile involuntarily. That photo is from when you and Sae really started getting serious in your relationship, and he took you on a surprise trip to a little cottage in Mallorca. âYeah, weâve been trying to keep things pretty private.â
Oliver hums, âI get that, but itâs nice to finally meet the person who makes him actually crack a smile for once.â
You laugh at that and the two of you carry on a pleasant conversation. You finally get how so many people fall victim to Oliverâs charms, especially after so much press about his tendency towards womanizing; heâs easy to talk to, friendly, definitely charismatic, and undoubtedly easy on the eyes. At the end of the day, though, you wouldnât trade your grumpy, green-eyed boyfriend for anyone in the world. Not when you get to see the softer edges of him when his walls crumble and he falls into your arms. You wouldnât trade that for anything.
A particularly strong gust of wind makes you stiffen and set your glass down, wrapping your arms around yourself. Okay, youâll finally admit it aloud: âItâs fucking freezing.â
Oliver raises an eyebrow and before you know it, heâs shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over your bare shoulders. âBetter?â
You let out a sigh. âMuch.â
âAiku.â Saeâs voice sounds from behind you, tone sharp.
âItoshi!â Oliver ignores the ice in your boyfriendâs tone as he motions to you. âCanât believe youâve been keeping this one from us! Sheâs certainly a charmer.â
Sae glares at him. âI know, sheâs my girlfriend, which is why I donât understand why sheâs wearing your coat.â
âOh, she said she was cold.â
Sae gives you a look, frowns, and he slides his jacket off his shoulders and holds it out to you. âTake this,â he says and you do, hiding your giddiness as you hand Oliver his jacket back. You sink into Saeâs suit jacket, letting the familiar scent of his cologne flood your senses.
Oliver pats your shoulder and says, âIt was nice to meet you! Donât be a stranger, âkay?â He disappears into the crowd and itâs your turn to give Sae a smug look.
âDonât even,â he says.
You lean into him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder. âGuess we were both right in the end.â
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[12:17 AM] â FUSHIGURO MEGUMI X FEM! READER
gojo knows that, as a teacher, heâs responsible for all of his students and what goes on. heâs also responsible for enforcing rules, such as no boys in girls dorms and vice versa.
gojoâs about to take a walk to the kitchens to raid some of the cake nanami brought earlier but he stops when he hears footsteps and hushed voices. no one could be stupid enough to sneak onto the campus of jujutsu tech while gojo was there and think theyâd live to see another day.
out of the darkness and into the dim lights outside the dorms, gojo sees you and megumi stumbling along, hands running over each others bodies and little giggles leaving your mouth in between (and during) the ardent kisses the two of you exchange.
gojo tilts his head up to the moon and weighs his options. he could just teleport over there, scare the shit out of the two of you, and send megumi back to his dorm or he could ignore it, let the two of you be normal teens for once, and eat nanamiâs delicious homemade cake.
gojo thinks about megumi: about his childhood, how serious and stern heâs always been, how heâs always had to be that way. he thinks about both of you and how much horror and evil you faced everyday that you didnât ever ask for. none of you did.
he glances back at the two of you as you fumble with your keys to open your door, megumiâs hands on your waist, pressing insistent kisses down your neck with a smile. he never thought megumi would ever let himself have fun, would never give himself that opportunity and that time and that grace, much less get a girlfriend.
so, gojo decides that maybe, just this once, he can turn a blind eye to megumi slipping into your room at about a quarter past midnight.
but that doesnât mean he wasnât going to tease the shit out of you tomorrow.
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WORK WIFE â KUROO TETSUROU
pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem! reader
content: fluff, timeskip! kuroo (heâs so sexy)
youâre not really sure when kuroo started calling you his âwork wife,â but you honestly wouldnât have it any other way. like many of your colleagues, youâve been taken in by his teasing smile and charm and the way he brings you your coffee and bagel in the morning, just the way you like it. âgood morning, wifey,â he says as he hands you your breakfast with a flourish. âvanilla latte with oat milk and an extra shot of espresso and a toasted everything bagel with cream cheese.âÂ
you smile and thank him, sliding the bagel out from the waxy paper bag. you glance back inside and sheepishly open your mouth but kuroo beats you to the punch. âand, of course, your stirrer.â he sticks his hand in the pocket of his slate gray slacks and produces a wooden stirrer.Â
you chuckle, âyou keep those in your pants just for me?â
âa gentleman always is prepared for a lady!â
ââgentleman,ââ you snort.Â
kuroo presses a hand over his heart. âi am a gentleman through and through!â
âuh-huh, keep telling yourself that.â you take a sip of your drink. âbut thanks again for breakfast.â
he pats your head and sings out, âanything for my favorite work wife!â
âi better be your only one!â he laughs loudly at your reply, the sound bouncing off the walls as he heads down the hall to his office.Â
when lunchtime rolls around, kuroo, as usual, appears in your doorway with his lunch in hand. he never has the same thing, youâve come to learn; todayâs meal is grilled fish over rice, and kuroo asks, âup for a lunch date?â
you try to fight the warmth rising to your cheeks, still not used to his wording despite the many times heâs asked the exact same thing. you shake your head and sigh, âunfortunately, iâm behind on inputting the quarter two estimations so i think iâll be working through lunchtime.â
kuroo still walks into your office and comes around to look at your computer screen. âhave you been doing these all by hand?â
âyeah?â
âhere, thereâs an easier way to generate these estimates.â with a few clicks and keystrokes, you watch as numbers and figures fill the spreadsheet cells before your very eyes. you slump back in your chair, relieved. you glance up at kuroo. heâs so close that you can very clearly smell the way his cologne mingles with his minty toothpaste. your breath hitches as he stares down at you with pride. âyouâre a lifesaver.â
âhad to save my lunch time with my work wife.â
you stifle a yawn as you save your last pitch for the budget board and power off your computer. you looked out the window, the sun beginning to set on the horizon. you roll your chair away and stretch your hold body out, humming in relief as someone knocks on your door. itâs not hard to guess who it is. âcome in.â
âhey,â kuroo pokes his head inside, blazer folded across his arm and his lanyard in hand. âready to go?â
âyep, let me just get my stuff.â you gather your things and sling your bag over your shoulder, locking up your office and following kuroo out. you walk side-by-side in comfortable, tired silence until you get out of the building. âhow was the merch presentation?â
âoh, it went really well,â he says. âthanks for letting me co-opt your time for rehearsal.â
âyou know i always have time for you.â
kuroo gives you a smile thatâs almost way too soft and sweet for you to handle, and you quickly avert your eyes to the street in front of you as you two come to the metro stop. he asks about how your younger brother is settling into college and you inquire about his grandparents, and itâs an endless stream of conversation as you two board the metro together.Â
âoh,â kuroo says suddenly, voice shifting to a quieter tone. âiâve been meaning to ask, do you want toâ?â
you desperately want to hear the end of his question but youâre coming up to your stop and you have to hurry home to walk your dog. âsorry! text me the question?â
he shakes his head. âiâll tell you later. see you tomorrow, wifey.â
you wave to him over the shoulder as the doors close behind you, and youâre left with a warm feeling in your chest and burning curiosity about what heâll ask you.Â
itâs the next day when your boss calls you into her office, asking you to let the newest employee to the sports promotion division shadow you for a little while until he gets the hang of what you guys do. his nameâs nakamura eijun and he seems nice enough so you agree.
nakamuraâs in your office as you go over how the jvaâs filing and record-keeping online works when kuroo comes in with your daily breakfast. you sit up straighter, ready for him to finish whatever question he was about to ask.Â
he stops short when he sees nakamura and asks, ânew guy?â nakamura nods and introduces himself, to which kuroo responds with an enthusiastic âiâm kuroo tetsurou. welcome to the team!â and without your usual banter, kuroo drops off your bagel and coffee and leaves without another word.Â
he peeks into your office again at lunch and youâre about to wave him inside, but he shakes his head and says, âiâll come back later!â
he doesnât. you donât see kuroo for the rest of the day, which makes your heart sink. itâs the first time in months that he hasnât followed the unconscious routine the two of your started. you try to look at the silver-lining. kuroo (and thinking about kuroo) is your main distraction of the day, so maybe it was a good thing he didnât show up so you couldnât make a fool of yourself.Â
what unnerves you, though, is that the following days are much the same. kuroo silently brings you your breakfast and peeks in every now and then, smile never quite meeting his eyes as he sees you eating with nakamura in your office. the days stretch to weeks and you realize two things: one â that kurooâs avoiding you, and two â nakamuraâs a lot less capable than you thought he would be, given that heâs still shadowing you after about two and a half weeks.Â
thankfully, you get a little reprieve when nakamura informs you that heâs out sick for the day. you perk up when kuroo comes in with your breakfast and give him your chirpiest âgood morning.â
he leans up against your doorframe, glancing around. âyour new work husbandâs not here today?â
âwhat are you talking about?â
he says, âyour new work husband. he have some emergency or something?â
you frown at his tone. âsorry, let me be more specific. who are you talking about?â
ânakamura,â he responds. finally, he crosses the threshold and hands you your bagel and coffee, the stirrer already inside the bagel bag. he plops down heavily in his chair, arms folded across his chest.Â
âyou know youâre my one and only,â you say, offering a smile. when he doesnât reply, your smile fades and you ask, âwhy do you think heâs my new work husband?â
âheâs been telling everyone that you two spend so much time together that he might as well be.â
you canât help but roll your eyes and you reach across the desk, tapping your hand on the surface to get kurooâs attention. he finally meets your gaze and you say, âweâve been spending a lot of time together because sakura asked me to let him shadow and heâsââ you lower your voice to a conspiratorial whisper, prompting kuroo to lean in closer, âânot very smart.â
âreally?âÂ
you watch as the tension kuroo held in his shoulders disappeared and something like relief washed across his features. you canât help but laugh a little, âreally. is that what got you so grumpy these past few days?â
âhey!â he protests, âi wasnât grumpy. pouty, maybe, but definitely never grumpy.â
âsure, sure.â you pause and then ask, âwhy were you so bothered by nakamura saying heâs like my work husband?â
kurooâs face flushes and with an uncharacteristic shyness, he says, âbecause, yâknow, thatâsâ thatâs our thing. and iâm not too keen on letting someone steal my wife away.â
âgood to know youâre a protective husband.â
he chuckles and says, âwell, gotta get back to the trenches. those advertisement pitches arenât going to pitch themselves.â
âdonât i know it.â
as he goes to leave, he hesitates in the doorway. then, he turns back to you and asks, âwould you like to have dinner with me tonight? if youâre not doing anything, of course.â
your eyebrows raise but you canât help the bright smile from breaking across your face. âyeah, that sounds great.â
a year and a half later.
nakamura and you are sitting in the conference room, brainstorming ways to help boost the sendai frogsâs popularity. nakamura taps his pen against his chin and suggests, âmaybe we should tell koganegawa to stop yelling so much?â
âno, their fans like his enthusiasm,â you say.Â
âwell, tsukishimaâs their most popular player⊠maybe we can ask him to ramp up the fanservice. as in, do any.â
you snort but before you can make some snarky comment about how that absolutely will not happen, a voice comes from behind you. âyouâre signing a death wish with that. no way tsukkiâll bite.â
nakamuraâs face sours and he mumbles something as kuroo towers over both of you. you grin at him in greeting and give him a playfully chastising look, adding, âyouâre right but you know itâs rude to interrupt a conversation.â
âjust making sure my wifeââ he gives nakamura a very pointed look, ââknows who sheâs dealing with.â
you quirk an eyebrow. âyour wife is a very capable woman, thank you very much.â
he smirks and bends down closer, deepening his tone. âoh, i know.â
nakamura scowls. âwe get it, sheâs your work wife.â
âactuallyâŠâ kurooâs shit-eating grin grows wide like a cat who got the cream and simultaneously, both of you hold up your left hands, matching silver bands glinting under the fluorescent lights. âsheâs my wife-wife now.â
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AUDACIOUS â MIYA OSAMU
pairing: miya osamu x fem! reader
content: timeskip! osamu, fluff, comedy
you had already told your sister that it was a bad idea but she begged and pleaded with you, and youâve always had a huge soft spot for her. when you were little, youâd let her play with your toys, would cover up for her when she broke curfew, and played wingman on more than one occasion. all she has to do is give you her big, round puppy dog eyes and a jutted lip and youâre putty in her hands. Really, if you had a stronger constitution, this could all have been avoided.
because, right now, youâre sitting in your dining room, your husband across the table with his arms crossed. heâs eyes are narrowed and he asks, âso, what do ya have to say for yerself?â
you fiddle with your fingers, refusing to meet his glance. âI had no other choice, âsamu.â
âbullshit. ya did and ya know it.â
âbabeââ
he holds his hand up. âi donât want to hear it. i expected better from ya.â
you head shoots up and you throw your hands up, exasperated. âiâm sorry, âsamu, i already apologized a million times!â
he huffs, âsorryâs not gonna cut it. you broke my trust.â thereâs a beat and then he looks you squarely in the eyes. âwas it worth it? worth it to break my heart?â
you canât contain the snort you let out. âreally, babe? i thought you left the dramatics to atsumu.â
âsânot dramatic when you cheated on me!â
you roll your eyes. âyou did not just say that to me. all i did was go to onigiri empire!â
osamu makes a sound of disgust. âdonât make it sound so casual! ya directly patronized my main competitor!â
âmy sister wanted to try it!â
âoh, so if yer sister jumped off a cliff, ya would to?â
âoh my god, itâs not that deep, âsamu!â you rub your temples but when you glance at osamuâs scowling face, you cross the room and stand in front of him. placing both your hands on his shoulders, you say carefully, âiâm sorry i ate at onigiri empire, baby. i wonât do it again, promise. even if my sister begs me to go again, iâll say no. can you please not be mad at me anymore?â
you take a page out of your sisterâs book and give osamu your best pouty, puppy dogs eyes and you see how he immediately softens. if thereâs someone whoâs more whipped for another person than you are for your sister, itâs osamu for you. he lets out a long breath and says, âiâm sorry i overreacted, sweetheart.â
osamu stands and opens his arms, which you eagerly step into, and he wraps them tightly around you. he tucks his head into your shoulder and murmurs, âas long as ya didnât like theirs more than mine.â
âhow could i? i know yours are made with love.â
he chuckles and presses a kiss to your cheek.
a few days later, when you come home, osamu calls you into the kitchen. you cock your head in confusion; osamu hardly ever invites you to the kitchen. youâve been banned from it ever since you nearly burned it down trying to make your husband breakfast in bed for your first anniversary seven years ago. hanging your coat up, you cautiously creep into the kitchen.
osamuâs standing at the kitchen island and he perks up when you come in, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand. you eye his suspiciously as you walk over and he pecks the crown of your head. âhow was yer day at work?â
âgood, mitsubishi was annoying as usual.â you glance over his shoulder, where two onigiri sit on different plates. you ask, âdid you make a new recipe?â
he shrugs and just pushes both plates towards you. âtry a bite of each.â
âyouâre acting weird, âsamu.â you pause and say, âyouâre actually acting like you did when you and atsumu made me guess which one you were.â
he gives you a look. âjust try them.â
you sigh, âokay, okay.â
you take a bite on the left onigiri, savoring the sticky rice, seaweed, and kombu â your favorite flavor. you take a bit of the right one and itâs also kombu. you look at your husband, perplexed. âthese are the same flavors, baby, and you already have kombu in the store.â
âwhich one did you like more?â
you blink. âwhat?â
âwhich one did you like more?â he repeats.
you contemplate and then point at the left one. âthis one has a fuller flavor, i guess? âsamu, whatâs thisââ
osamu lets out a whoop of victory and scoops you into his arms, lifting  you up and spinning you around. he cheers, âmy baby knows my onigiriâs better!â
ah, you think with a fond roll of your eyes, so thatâs what this is about.
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HOW HE KISSES YOU â [BLUE LOCK]
characters: isagi yoichi, banchira meguru, kunigami rensuke, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro
content: gn! reader, a little suggestive, obviously mentions/descriptions of kissing
notes: these boys fr have my heart <3
âïœĄÂ°Â isagi yoichi
isagi is a sucker for long, drawn out kissing. really likes spending the time with you on his lap just making out
heâs just so happy to be yours and for you to be his that he hopes to convey that feeling in his affectionate kisses
when you two come up for air, heâs whispering sweet, sincere words to you: âiâm so lucky to have you,â âyouâre incredible, you know that?â and, when the time comes for it, âi love you. i love you so much.â
holds you tight against him, like there is NO space between you two at all. his arms are locked around your waist and yours are around his neck and neither of you are letting go any time soon
not overly into pda but does like kissing your cheek and temple out in public.
âïœĄÂ°Â bachira meguru
his kisses are like him â playful, unpredictable, and sweet. thereâs a lot of smiles and laughter when you two kiss
he wants to kiss you all the time. waking up in the morning? kiss. leaving for work? kiss. cooking dinner? kiss. going to bed? kiss
heâs a big fan of many quick kisses !! one of his favorite things to do are placing little pecks all over your face and neck and any skin he can reach, really. also a big sneak attack kisser
that said, he also loooooves long, sensual kisses. he really, really just loves kissing you
likes to also bite and nip at you but thatâs a story for another day
big fan of pda! nothing excessive but he will give you those cute little kisses out in public. especially likes it when youâre a little flustered but heâs not going to wholly embarrass you bc he loves you too much
âïœĄÂ°Â kunigami rensuke
depending on where you are in your relationship, kisses with kunigami are either kind of shy or really passionate, or both â theyâre not mutually exclusive!
early in your relationship, he may be shy about kissing you since heâs very respectful and aware of boundaries and doesnât want to risk pushing them. will probably ask to kiss you before every one during this stage of your relationship
as you move forward and probably after an talk about boundaries, heâll be less hesitant about kissing you but will absolutely still respect all boundaries and signals from you
kunigami likes short, sweet kisses. theyâre straightforward and convey their feelings for you
however, passionate makeout sessions with him are a must as well for him. he likes to cradle your cheek in one hand and hold your waist with his other
probably not a big pda person â heâs not against it but heâs not comfortable making out with you in public. when out and about, heâs a big fan of kissing the back of your hand while theyâre intertwined with his
âïœĄÂ°Â chigiri hyoma
heâs all slow, sensuous kisses â hands traveling over each other steadily, exploring and leaving trails of heat in their wake
tbh he definitely like a bit of a hair tug. like, no yanking but you can pull it a little and listen to him sigh or whine a little
forehead kisses forehead kisses forehead kisses. also a nose kisser, i think
when heâs in the right mood, heâs a bit of a tease. he likes to kiss along and under your jaw in these moments
probably not the biggest fan of pda. his public kiss type is, again, the forehead kiss. also probably kisses your temple
âïœĄÂ°Â nagi seishiro
sleepy and lazy kisses are nagiâs absolute favorites!! the kind where the two of you are laying around on a rare, slow morning and you just kiss each other in long, languid intervals, lulled in by the warmth of one another
also also also if youâre under 190cm (6â2â) then nagi uses his height to his advantage by wrapping you in a back hug and placing little kisses on the top of your head and bring them down to your neck
even if you are over 190cm, heâs giving you back hugs and neck kisses, sorry i donât make the rules
likes leaning all his weight against you and for you to wrap your arms around him when you kiss, it makes him feel like heâs simultaneously enveloping you and being enveloped by you
gives you kisses after he wins anything, whether itâs a video game or soccer match !! will seek you out for kisses if heâs frustrated after losing too and those kisses are much harsher and more bruising
probably into some form of pda â not a ton but heâs not opposed to kissing your in front of other people
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HOT THINGS HE DOES â [BLUE LOCK]
characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, barou shouei
content: gn! reader, kind of but not really suggestive content
notes: a new day, a new way for me to simp for the blue lock boys
âïœĄÂ° isagi yoichi
his intense eye contact has you feeling hot all over. like when youâre talking or doing something that demands attention from him, isagi is focused. only. on. you. literally nothing can break his eye contact
not only is his stare (heâs got pretty eyes!!) but itâs also because it shows that heâs attentive and listening and actually actively engaging with whatever youâre doing or saying and thereâs nothing more attractive than that
âïœĄÂ° bachira meguru
he has a habit of poking his tongue into his inner cheek when heâs focused on something or when heâs revved up and ready to go, he runs his tongue over the bottom of his front teeth
itâs just whenever he really does anything with his tongue and it has you contemplating whether or not itâs an appropriate time to pull him away from whatever activity heâs doing Â
âïœĄÂ° kunigami rensuke
he pulls your chair closer to his. like if he thinks youâre too far away or he canât hear you, heâs grabbing the leg of your chair thatâs closest to him and dragging you over, draping his arm over the back of the chair
it makes your face burst into flames every time, especially when he gives you a satisfied smile and smirk and tells you to continue on doing whatever you were doing or saying
âïœĄÂ° nagi seishiro
he leans one arm against the doorway or leans on the top of the doorway with his hands. because nagiâs so tall, itâs just a reflex to lean his weight towards the top of doorways
itâs the nonchalance of the action that gets you. youâll just be talking to him and heâll do this and itâs so effortlessly cool and casual, and coupled with his heavy-lidded, constantly sleepy stare and a tilt of his head, it all has your heart skipping beats
âïœĄÂ° chigiri hyoma
when heâs holding you anywhere (hand, waist, etc) he likes to draw shapes and patterns on your skin. like, you two will be sitting across from each other at a restaurant or something and holding hands and as he listens to you, heâs tracing random swirls on the back of your hand with his thumb or when heâs got his arm around your waist, heâs doing the same on your hip
itâs the delicate, elegant motions of his fingers and the lingering heat that has your own face warming rapidly and it doubles as something that you find hot as well as something thatâs soothing to you as well
âïœĄÂ° itoshi rin
he wears a tight black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. thatâs it, thatâs the tweet.
youâve seen him in a number of form-fitting ensembles but in this one you can definitely see all the planes and angles of his muscular body and he looks so cuddly and boyfriend-y at the same time. it takes everything in you not to jump him when he wears this combo, especially in the morning when his hairâs a mess and his voice is hoarse from sleep
âïœĄÂ° barou shouei
itâs the typical resting his arm on the headrest of your car seat and backing the car up. you thank every higher power around whenever he has to reverse park because you get to watch him do it a lot
itâs a universal phenomenon of hotness that youâre not even sure why it attracts you (maybe itâs the way you can see the impression of a vein in his neck or the sharp angle of his jaw or itâs just the confidence he does it with) but thereâs something about it that sends butterflies flitting in your stomach
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FRIENDS TO LOVERS â [KNB]
characters: aomine daiki, midorima shintarou, hanamiya makoto
content: gn! reader, reader has implied tieable hair in midorimaâs, toxicity (itâs hanamiya, no one is surprised)
notes: scenarios inspired by prompt list here
aomine daiki â¶
aomine yawns again as he reclines against your pillows, sitting up only to peer at you. youâre working on homework thatâs due in a couple of days, headphones covering your ears. you promised that youâll order in food and play super smash bros with him when you finished, but itâs nearing eight and youâre still hunched over a problem set.
aomine groans loudly, âare you even close to being done?â
you move one headphone cup off. âi would be closer if you didnât interrupt me every ten minutes.â
âi didnât ask to hang out just to sit around.â
you roll your eyes. âyou can go if you want, daiki.â
he sits up fully now, moving to the edge of your bed. âwhyâre you even doing this? sânot due âtil friday.â
âsome of us want to be good students.â you slide your headphones back on and turn back to scribbling out complicated equations on paper.
a couple of minutes pass again and instead of asking you anything, aomine stands up and shuffles behind you, reaching around and snatching the paper from underneath you. âhey!â you protest, shooting up from your seat and tearing off your headphones. âgive it back, daiki.â
âno, you said youâd be done, like, two hours ago.â
âi swear iâm almost done!â you make a lunge for it and aomine just holds it above his head, his long arm adding to his already-massive height.
âno.â he smirks at the way your eyes furrow and your cheeks puff out. your head tilts to the left, and he knows that youâre thinking. heâs sure youâre going to try and jump of it again, so as a show, he stretches up further, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly. he swears he catches your eyes flickering down and something in his body sings a song of triumph and satisfaction at the motion. he canât say why.
what you do next though is nothing that he expects. you stand on your toes, rest your hands delicately on his shoulders, and gaze up at him through your lashes. he startles; thereâs something so⊠heated about your expression, about those half-lidded eyes.
âdaiki,â you say softly. itâs almost hypnotic, the way you say his name, and heâs watching you with one raised eyebrow. the tips of his ears feel like theyâre on fire.
he doesnât even realize what heâs doing as his arm lowers, heading for the dip of your waist. he only snaps out of it at your victorious cry. âha!â you take advantage of his still half-dazed state and push him firmly out of your bedroom door, closing it. the lock clicks into place and he hears you call on the other side, âone more problem, daiki, i promise. be a dear and set up smash in the living room?â
he walks down your hall automatically, the fire-like feeling spreading to his neck.
midorima shintarou â¶
takao holds up a porcelain statue of a cat. âwhat about this?â
âtakao, what about that screams âmidorima shintarou?ââ
takao shrugs. âi donât know, maybe itâll be december 25thâs lucky item. does oha asa put out horoscopes ahead of time?â
âno, thatâs why he listens every morning when it airs,â you reply, setting down a teapot from a bigger set. you thank the tired-looking cashier, who just waves drowsily as you two exit the shop.
the two of you have been shopping all day for midorimaâs christmas present, wandering all over japan and into various tchotchke stores to look. heâs a notoriously hard person to please, especially with gifts, and neither of you want a repeat of the âgreyâs anatomy incidentâ where four people got midorima the same book last holiday season when he announced his intention to go to medical school. nor do any of you want to get that look from him that struggles to look somewhat grateful while being very, very obviously displeased.
âweâve been walking all day!â takao whines, clutching his stomach as it lets out an ungodly rumble. you check your watch; you two have been out for at least four hours. you point at a small diner boasting american food. âwould you be okay with that?â
âiâd eat you right now if youâd let me.â
you snort, âhard pass. come on.â
the hostess sits you two at a booth and you shrug off your heavy winter coats. you pick up a menu and glance over it, but when you go to ask takao what heâll be getting and if he wants to split a large order of assorted fries with you, you see heâs not looking at the menu.
you definitely do not like the way takao is eying you right now. âwhat?â you ask defensively, hands flying to the top of your head to try and pet down at hair you presume has been ruined by your excursion. âdo i look bad or something?â
âis that shin-chanâs sweater?â
fuck. you had forgotten about pulling on one of the sweaters midorima left at your house the last time you studied together. itâs insanely soft â a mix of gray wool and cashmere â not to mention extremely cozy and warm. you tried to return it to midorima before but he just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed, âwear it until you get proper sweaters. no, sweatshirts donât count.â
you internally groan. you donât need takao on your ass again about whether or not youâre sure you and midorima arenât dating or if you like him like that. honestly, the only reason you havenât given him a certain yes or no is because⊠you donât really know yourself.
you donât have proper time to answer before the bell to the restaurant chimes and you see very recognizable green hair. of all the time and places he has to show up. (well, he did text you this morning that your zodiac sign was the least lucky and to wear a blue watch in order to improve your fortune; you shouldâve found the watch.)
âoh! shin-chan!â takao waves him over, giving you a sly look. âwe were just talking aboutââ takaoâs stupid hawk-eyes zero in on midorimaâs wrist as he tugs off his gloves. he looks way too please with himself as he asks, âshin-chan, is that theyâre hair tie?â
hanamiya makoto â¶
hanamiya steps out of the locker room shower, cracking his knuckles as he makes his way to his locker to dry off and change. he rolls his shoulders, toweling off his hair as he changes back into his school uniform. yamazaki and hara a prattling away, snickering under their breaths about the injuries they inflicted: sprained ankle, a hairline fracture, a minor concussion.
hanamiya doesnât even turn around as he growls, âcan you two shut up?â
to just bug him more, hara pops his gum. loudly. âwho pissed in your cereal, captain?â
furihara drones, âyou were sloppier today. almost got fouled by the ref.â
hanamiya doesnât reply, yanking the knot of his tie down furiously. âfuck off.â
hara lets out a low whistle and seto asks, âdoes this have to do with your little friend? they got a boyfriend, right?â
hanamiya lets out a long breath through his nose and he spins around to face his teammate. âfor now,â he says, slamming his locker shut.
âyou got a plan, captain?â asks yamazaki as he digs through his duffel bag.
âwhen do i not?â
âââ
you greet hanamiyaâs mother with a thin smile when she opens the door. her face lights up when she sees you and she pulls you into a warm hug, telling you that hanamiyaâs in his bedroom and that you could go right up.
you wonder if she can see the glossy film to your eyes or if she was polite enough not to comment on it.
hanamiyaâs sitting at his desk, head propped up on his knuckle. he languidly flips through pages but you know heâs not really reading the material. heâll get away with it too and get an a anyways, the bastard.
he glances at you. âyou look like shit.â
usually, you could banter with him. itâs why your friendship works; you have a thicker skin than most and you give just as good as you take, especially when it comes to hanamiyaâs sneering, half-joking insults. normally, you would have replied with something like âstill better than you,â but instead, your frayed nerves snap and you feels the hot tears start rolling down your cheeks.
hanamiyaâs simpering expression sobers up and he sighs heavily, ushering you to sit on the bed. âwhyâre you crying?â
you sniffle and tell him that the guy youâve been seeing from your literature class broke up with you. just out of the blue told you that you two wanted different things and you were going to colleges in different areas and that wouldnât work and he was sorry and⊠thatâs all you gleaned because his words were so rushed as he scurried off as fast as he could.
hanamiyaâs brow furrows sympathetically and he draws you into a hug, saying, âi told you i didnât like that guy. fuck him.â
you sink into his arms. âyeah,â you mutter, âfuck him.â
as you relax against him, hanamiya canât help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. someone who runs off after a little confrontation doesnât deserve anything from you.
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SPICY NOODLE CHALLENGE â MIYA ATSUMU
pairing: miya atsumu x fem! reader
content: timeskip! atsumu, heâs whipped
note: i am atsumu and atsumu is me
atsumu can already feel his anxiety mounting as he sits down with you at the izakaya you frequented. he swears thereâs a cold sweat down his back as you bump his shoulder with yours and say, âiâve been looking forward to trying this place for a while!â
âyeah,â he replies back, praying that his voice doesnât sound as shaky as he thinks it does. âme too.â
atsumu knows he has many charms and talents: heâs funny, an amazing volleyball player, and devilishly handsome if he does say so himself (âyer certainly devilish,â osamu would say). but if thereâs one thing atsumu canât do, itâs eat spicy food. itâs something his ma and osamu and suna and nearly everyone who knows this fact teases him about.
the only reason you donât is because atsumu didnât tell you. not only did he not tell you, he may have oversold how much he liked spicy food to you, a spicy food fanatic.
what can he say? love makes you do crazy things.
which is how heâs here, in his current predicament: on a date with you in an izakaya that has announced its new ramen made with some of the hottest peppers in the world. apparently, if your entire table can eat their bowls of ramen without asking for anything to cool the spice in under fifteen minutes, you get the meal for free.
heâs screwed. and he really, really wants to ask you to be his girlfriend tonight but heâs not sure if heâs going to survive this challenge.
atsumu listens to you tell the waiter the two of you are partaking in their spicy noodle challenge. silently, he bids goodbye to the world and leaves all his earthly possessions to his ma and brother. then, he turns to look at you and his heart melts when he sees the big smile on your face. âiâm happy to be here with you,â you say. âi know youâve been super busy with practices so iâm glad you made some time for me.â
âno need to be grateful,â he says, puffing his chest out a little with pride. âiâd do anythinâ for ya.â
you giggle and if he wasnât sitting down, atsumu thinks his legs might have just turned to jelly. as you two talk, atsumu completely forgets about the spicy ramen. youâre playing with his fingers absentmindedly as you gaze into his eyes and youâre just so incredible and he canât wait to ask you to be his andâ
and then the ramen comes out and pulls atsumu from cloud nine.
he can smell the spice level, can smell the probably millions of peppers and other spices in the broth. he hesitantly lifts his chopsticks and spoon, glancing over at you. your faces lights up in anticipation and behind you, he hears the waiter tell the two of you that heâll start the timer when you two are ready.
both of you scoop some broth onto your spoon and atsumu draws in a deep breath. âready?â you ask him.
âyeah.â ready as heâll ever be, atsumu shoves the spoon in his mouth and swallows. heâs waiting for the eruption of heat but itâs not there. atsumu stares down at the noodles and soup. huh, maybe itâs not as spicy as they said it wasâŠ
then, thereâs a prickle in his throat that builds to a sting. itâs moving upwards, towards his tongue, building and building and no more than three seconds later, atsumu feels like his whole mouth just burst into flames. he feels sweat build on his forehead and his nose is starting to sting too.
next to him, you slurp down another portion of noodles and heâs envious of how casual you make it look, like you havenât just swallowed the freaking sun. but heâs never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one that has so much riding on it. so atsumu puts down his spoon, picks up the bowl, and gulps down the broth, hoping that the speed will not only complete the challenge but make the spice pass faster.
he quickly learns that this was the wrong move. because his mouth is on fire like before but ten times worse. he thinks there are tears coming down his cheeks but he canât feel anything but the spice in his mouth. even worse, he starts to cough violently and you look alarmed and there are other izakaya-goers turning to look at him.
ââtsumu, are you okay?â you ask, patting his back. you glance back at the waiter with the timer and ask, âcan you get us some milk?â
âare you sure?â the waiter asks back. âyouâll forfeit the challengeââ
you reply, âi know and iâm sure.â the waiter stops the timer and scurries off to complete your request. meanwhile, you use your hand to fan atsumu and push the glass of water he reaches for away, saying, âthatâll make it so much worse.â
thankfully, the waiter comes back with two tall glasses of milk and atsumu chugs that like his water at volleyball matches. his tongue screams with relief as the burn is doused by the drink. he finishes the milk in seconds and you hand him the other glass without a word, and he does the same thing.
you rub his back comfortingly and atsumu is embarrassed to know you can feel his sweat through the nice shirt he wore for your date. he sighs to himself, using a napkin to wipe his damp face. well, he thinks he may as well come clean to you after that near-death experience. âcan be honest with ya, baby?â
you nod kindly and he says, âi canât eat spicy food.â
your eyebrows raise and then knit together in worry. âreally? iâm so sorry, atsumu, i wouldâve never made us eat so much of it if iâd know!â
he shakes his head vehemently. ânone of this is your fault. all on me, promise.â
youâre gently when you ask, âwhy didnât you tell me?â
âwanted ya to like me. didnât want to seem like a loser,â he says, face heating up even more.
you chuckle and lean your head on his shoulder. âyou are a loser, but youâre my loser.â
âwow,â he huffs, âway to kick a man when heâs down.â
âseriously, though, âtsumu, it doesnât matter if you like spicy food or not! i like you no matter what.â
âreally?â
âyes, really.â you poke his thigh. âhow shallow do you think i am?â
âwouldnât be askinâ ya to be my girlfriend if ya were.â
you leaner further into him, ignoring his dampness. âyouâre asking me to be your girlfriend?â
âif yaâll have me,â he says. âshit spice tolerance and all.â
you lift your head from his shoulder and peck his cheek. âof course i will. shit spice tolerance and all.â
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LOVER â RORONOA ZORO
roronoa zoro + i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
content: gn! reader
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dinners between pirate crews donât usually occur since your alliances are fragile and youâre all prepared to fight at a momentâs notice. but given the collaboration between the strawhats pirates, the heart pirates, and the kid pirates, itâs safe to say that youâre all a bit more reassured that no oneâs about to slice someoneâs head off.
you accept another glass of wine from robin as usopp rambles on about how he took out at least thirty marines in your latest high-sea tussle. across the table, zoro snorts and gives you a dead-eyed stare that has you giggling behind your cup.Â
you and zoro have been dating for quite some time, having begun only a few weeks after you joined luffyâs crew. neither of you have been inclined to tell the rest of your friends in order to avoid merciless teasing as well as mitigating the damage should your relationship go south. if it does, only the two of you will know about it and stew over it â the least amount of risk, you both agreed.
franky glugs down another stein of beer, laughing jovially, âalright, alright, iâve got an idea!â
âoh? and whatâs that?â robin asks, resting a hand on her chin.Â
âletâs play a game. gotta spice things up!â
âhey!â usopp protests. âmy stories are super spicy!â
âyeah, right,â kid snickers, âtheyâre also lies.â
usopp glares and is about to retort but franky beats him to the punch, saying, âtruth or dare!â
âreally?â deadpans law. âisnât that for kids?â
âaww, you need to loosen up, cap!â shachi says, nudging law. âiâm down.â
franky says, âiâm sure everyone knows the rules. only thing is if you refuse to answer a truth or do a dare, you drink!â
luffy perks up. âyeah, alright! that sounds like fun! zoro! zoro! truth or dare?â
your boyfriend smirks. âdare. do your worst.âÂ
âi dare you to eat one of your swords.â
zoroâs eyes nearly pop out of his head. âno way!â
âgotta drink then,â you say to him.Â
ânot a problem.â zoro lifts his stein to his mouth and you watch with appreciation as his bicep flexes and bulges under the tight t-shirt heâs wearing. he easily chugs down his beer, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.Â
zoro dares sanji to throw out his collection of dirty magazines that he found under sanjiâs bed; sanji asks nami who she would date if she could date any crew member (âew, none of you.â); nami gets bepo to perform one of utaâs songs and bepo asks franky whatâs the best kept secret heâs held from you all.Â
franky smirks at law and says, âalright, law, truth or dare.â
âtruth.â
âif you could hook up with anyone on the deck, who would it be?â
law frowns at the question and youâre sure heâs going to drink instead but when he says your name, the ship erupts into chaos. nami and ikkaku elbow you, their grins suggestive and encouraging; sanji glares at law; shachi, penguin, and bepo gape; and kid and luffy howl with laughter. you sit there in stunned silence, your face on fire, and you canât look at law.
you chance a peek at zoro and find that, in all the ensuing chaos, heâs nowhere to be found. you catch the door to the belly of the thousand sunny swinging closed and you immediately stand, heading downstairs. you ignore everyoneâs questioning shouts in favor of searching for your boyfriend.Â
âzoro?â you call. âzoro!â
you wander the halls for a few minutes, checking the kitchen, the menâs quarter, the gym. you find him quickly, though, inside the energy room. heâs sitting on a crate, expression sour, and you plop down next to him. âyou okay?â you ask.
âiâm fine.âÂ
you study him â his profile, the slope of his nose and the sharpness of his jaw, the way the low light of the room makes his tan skin look golden. you sit quietly with him for a few moments, listening to the engine of the ship run. zoro holds himself rigidly, unnervingly still, but you can feel the irritation rolling off of him, can still see the tension in his body.Â
you reach over, brushing your hand against his brow to smooth out the furrow. he looks over at you, still scowling but a little less intensely now. you say, âiâm guessing what law said bothered you.â
he shrugs. you sigh, âitâs just a game, zoro. iâm sure he didnât even mean it, probably said the first name he thought of.â
zoro grunts derisively, âhe definitely meant it. look at you.â
you canât help the pleased feeling the rushes through you but you donât let it show as you let your hand fall to his shoulder. âitâs just a game. doesnât mean anything.â
âyeah,â zoro says. thereâs a beat and then he says, âi hate hidinâ this.â
âreally?â you canât hide your surprise. zoroâs the one who initially brought up keeping this from everyone.
âiâm sick of it,â he says. âsick of the fuckinâ love cook always saying shit to you. i hate when guys flirt with you and i canât fuckinâ do anything because the rest of the damn crew is there and luffyâs makinâ me watch his scarf down twenty plates of roast beef.â
you snicker at the memory, which pulls a small smile at of zoro. you rest your head against his shoulder and he mutters, âhate that the fuckinâ doctor said you.â
âwe could tell them, you know. i think itâs okay now.â
âyeah?â
âyeah,â you say. âiâm, like, super in love with you so youâre stuck with me.â
zoro snorts, âyeah, yeah. love you too.â
âare you ready to endure all the teasing from franky, robin, and nami?â
âfor you, yeah.â
you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw. zoro grins, leaning down to catch your mouth with his.Â
When you break apart, you ask him, âI wouldâve placed money on you going to the gym. Whyâd you come here?â
âOh. I got lost.â
âYou two okay?â asks robin as you and zoro resurface. the game seems to have finished and everyoneâs back to drinking and chatting, though they all turn to you when they hear robin.
âyeah, weâre good,â you tell her. âwe actually have something to tell you.â
âwhat is it?â nami asks.
âweâre together,â zoro says. âhave been for a while.â and then, unexpectedly, zoroâs arm wraps around your hip and pulls you close.
the ship erupts into the chaos again with you and zoro in the middle. somewhere among all the yelling and gasping, law taps your shoulder and apologizes, which you wave off with an easy smile and zoro gives a firm nod.
nami shakes her head. âi canât believe you two kept this from us!â and then, she turns to you. âzoro? really? you could do so much better.â
you wind yours arms around zoroâs waist, crushing him in a sideways hug. ânope, i donât think so. heâs all mine!âÂ
nami gags and robin smiles calmly. âiâve always known.â
you and zoro stare at her. âwhat?â
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ALL WRAPPED UP â PORTGAS D. ACE
pairing: portgas d. ace x gn! reader
content: canon-typical depictions of injury and blood
notes: after months of obsession, finally a one piece post
Your eyes drift to the open ocean again, watching the horizon with a hawk-like awareness. You shouldnât be this distracted, not when you need to be formulating a strategy to propose to Whitebeard and the rest of the Division Commanders.Â
âYou know heâs going to be fine,â Marco reminds you for what feels like the millionth time, giving you that same, knowing look.Â
You nod back. âYeah, I do,â you reply but you can hear the tightness in your tone and the voice in your head reminds you that heâs been gone three days longer than expected.Â
You know that Ace is one of the strongest members of the crew; itâs the reason Whitebeard promoted him so quickly to Division Commander, the reason your captain sends him on solo missions often. It certainly doesnât hurt that he has the power of the Flame-Flame fruit, but even the strongest of pirates have been beaten â Gol D. Roger being a perfect example.
You see a dot in the distance, which grows bigger as it draws closer. You hope itâs Ace but you put your crewmates on alert, just in case. To your utter relief, you recognize the yellow of Aceâs Striker but the relief is short-lived as he comes into focus. Heâs gripping the boatâs mast, cuts and dark bruises marring his tanned skin. You donât think twice as you jump off the side of the Moby Dick, landing steadily on the bow of the Striker.Â
Ace shoots you a signature lopsided smile, though itâs a bit pinched. âDonât think you asked permission to board.â
You sigh and roll your fondly, trying to quell your racing heart as you slip an arm around his shoulders. His own arm drapes across your shoulders as the crew hoists the two of you up. With a cursory glance over him, Marco says, âLetâs get you to the infirmary.â
Ace untangles himself from you as soon as his feet land on the deck. âIâm fine, Doc,â he says. The way he stumbles a little as he tries to right himself and the blood slowly dripping from the deepest laceration at his shoulder doesnât help his case.Â
Marco levels him with a stern look and a firm grasp on his uninjured shoulder, both of which make Ace sigh in acquiescence and follow Marco down into the ship. You chew on your lip, about to follow, but Thatch says, âLet Marco work. Weâve got a Division meeting. Check on Ace after.â
You glance one more time at the way the two men left before following Thatch to the captainâs quarters.Â
Youâre hurrying down the steps towards the infirmary as soon as the meeting ends. Youâre not even really sure what you all discussed. You can only assume itâs something about swords and cannons and the Marines, and youâll get Thatch or Izou to catch you up on it later but you have more pressing concerns right now.Â
You nearly collide with Marco in your rush. âSorry,â you say breathlessly. âHow is he?â
Marco peers down at you through his glasses, half-amused, and answers, âGood. Heâs been whining about not seeing you and itâs my duty to keep patients happy. SoâŠâ He slides over and you open the door.Â
Ace is wrapped in gauze and bandages, reclined grumpily in one of the infirmary beds. His face lights up when he sees you and he tries to sit up, wincing when he does. âDonât get up,â you say, pulling the chair that is next to his bed closer to it. You adjust the pillow and unconsciously reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes. They follow your motion and when you realize that heâs now staring at your face, you quickly drop your hand.Â
There are so many questions racing through your head but the first, and most logical, one is: âWhat happened?â
Ace groans and huffs, âGot ambushed. Thought I was finished collecting intel and let my guard down a little too early.â When he sees you studying the dressing Marco wrapped around him, he nudges you with his elbow. âYou shouldâve seen the other guy.â
It makes you laugh a little and in turn, Aceâs smile grows wider. âYou know,â he says, leaning close. You hold your breath as he puts his face only an inch or two away from yours. âIâve always heard that a kiss makes everything hurt less.â
He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, a mischievous glint shining in his dark eyes. You gulp down the knot that has formed in your stomach and your cheeks are on fire. He smells like sea salt and the open sky. You can count every freckle that dots his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Aceâs smile falters when you donât answer and he jerks back, stumbling over his words. âItâs no pressure or anything! Itâs just something Iâveââ
Plucking up all your courage, you shift forward and move quickly so you donât lose your nerve. Gently, you let your lips brush against the worst of his injuries: the cut in his right shoulder. You draw away swiftly and when you survey his face, you push down the pleasant warmth in your belly at the way his face goes red.
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GOM + KAGAMI AS ROMANCE TROPES â [KNB]
characters: kuroko tetsuya, kagami taiga, aomine daiki, kise ryouta, midorima shintarou, murasakibara atsushi, akashi seijuurou
content: gn! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, aomineâs is set when he and reader are college-aged + vorpal swords is a professional club
notes: finally proving my love for my bball boys and living up to my username
âïœĄÂ°Â kuroko tetsuya â soulmates
You were constantly looking over your shoulder, from the moment you were born to right now. No one could really blame you, what with the words âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to scare youâ written on your arm from the day you were born. They were supposed to be the first words your soulmate spoke to you and you were supposed to be excited for the words, but you were just scared that your supposed one true love would be some creep or a serial killer.
You had moved from Okinawa up to Tokyo for high school, a move that your parents made so your brother could pursue track at one of the top high schools for the sport. Meanwhile, you had enrolled in Seirin High.
Sitting in class, you cursed your luck for being assigned a seat in the first row. You listened passively as your classmatesâ names were called on roll. One by one, your teacher went down the list until she reached, âKuroko Tetusya?â
âRight here, maâam.â The whole class jumped at the quiet voice and you stared at the boy three seats behind you and to your left. When had he gotten there?
You turned back to face the front, sighing and shaking your head. You raised your hand when the teacher called your name, zoning out for the rest of the class. It wasnât until your teacher said that she wanted you to turn and talk to a classmate and introduce yourselves that you listened back in.
You looked around with a frown; it seemed that most people just picked their desk neighbors or people that they were already acquainted with from middle school. Great, so youâd be the loner kid from out of town with no friends. Awesome. You turned to look back the teacher when you saw that there was someone right to your left â that super quiet kid, Kuroko. âWhat the heck!â you yelped. âWhen did you get here?â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â
You two stared at each other for a solid twenty seconds, silent, before you bashfully said, âHi, Iâm Y/n.â You held your hand out.
âIâm Kuroko Tetsuya.â He took your hand and shook it with a warm smile. âItâs nice to meet you, soulmate.â
âïœĄÂ°Â kagami taiga â friends to lovers
âWhat the hell happened here?â you asked Kagami as you two packed up for the day. You held his English language test in hand, pointing at the big â30%â circled in red ink at the top of the paper. âAre you sure we both lived in America becauseâ?â
âShut up,â he grumbled, snatching the paper from your hand. You snorted, poking his side and narrowly avoiding the swipe he aimed at your head.
You had known Kagami since you were kids in the United States, though you returned to Japan earlier than him because your dadâs job moved him back. It was a total coincidence that you wound up at Seirin together, reconnecting in your English language class. Â
âYikes,â you said. âBetter call Alex and brush up on your English.â
As you exited the school building, Kagami shoved you lightly, though it was enough to set you off-balance and almost careening into the ground. You wouldâve if Kagami hadnât grabbed your arm, sheepishly offering an apology. âJeez, Taiga, know your own strength. Some of us arenât as buff as you, you know?â
Kagami went a little red and he looked away from you. âCan we stop by Maji Burger on the way back?â he asked.
âYeah, Iâm actually kind of hungry.â
You took the train over and you sent Kagami to the register to order for the two of you, sliding into a booth. As you scrolled through your social media, you didnât notice some guy sliding into the seat across from you. He cleared his throat and you looked up, eyebrows raising. âCan I help you with something?â
âYeah, I saw you across the restaurant and just had to ask for your number.â
âOh, uh⊠Iâm sorry, but I donât think I can do that.â
âWhy, you got a boyfriend or something?â
âYeah, meââ Your head whipped over to see Kagami, standing with a tray stacked with burgers and fries. ââso you can fuck off.â
The guyâs mouth opened and closed, taking in Kagamiâs large frame and mean scowl and seemingly deciding that it wasnât worth it, slinking off with his tail between his legs. Kagami practically growled at his retreating back, settling into the seat across from you and dropping the tray on the table with more force than necessary. You watched him as he unwrapped a burger and took a big bite, still frowning. âSo,â you said, âyouâre my boyfriend now?â
He avoided your eyes and mumbled something around his food. You reached across the table and poked his forehead. âWhat was that?â
Quietly, he repeated, âIf you want me to be.â
Your face warmed but you gave him a small smile and said, âMaybe take me on a date first.â
He perked up and said, âDeal.â
âïœĄÂ°Â aomine daiki â second chances
Aomine, for all his pride and bravado, admitted that he wasnât the best boyfriend in high school, especially when the two of you dated in your first year. He understood now that instead of an equal give and take for the two of you, he really just took and took and gave you very little. But he was older now, more mature, more reflective, and you were standing a few feet away from him in the coffee shop Momoi begged him to visit to get her some new, overly sugary treat that was trending on social media.
He had to do a double-take when he first walked in, having heard a laugh while he tapped through Instagram stories (Kuroko had taken a video of Kagami tripping over a wet floor sign, Kise was promoting for some skincare brand, and Akashi was in Ishigaki for the weekend). His heart leapt to his throat; when you turned from the cashier to make your way to the pick-up counter, he confirmed it. It really was you. Your hair was a little shorter and your style changed quite a bit but he would know that laugh anywhere.
âDude.â Aomine snapped out of his daze and glanced over his shoulder as some scowling middle school kid. âMove up, itâs your turn.â
Aomine didnât reply, approaching the cash register and ordering Momoiâs viral, heart attack-inducing pastry and a coffee for himself, doing his best to subtly glance over to where you were patiently waiting for your own drink. He shuffled to the pick up counter, standing a respectable distance away from you. Did you know he was there?
âAomine!â The barista called, and he watched your head shoot up from your phone and you glanced to your right, eyes meeting his.
He grabbed his coffee and the pastry, unsure of what he should do next. Should he say something to you? It would be dick move to just walk away without a word.
âAomine,â you said, breaking the ice first. âItâs been a while.â
âYeah,â he said, frowning a little at the use of his last name. âHow have you been?â
âIâve been pretty good, studying environmental science. What about you? Youâre playing for Vorpal Swords now, right?â
His eyebrows raised and something sparked in his chest. You still kept up with his basketball career? He nodded and you replied, âThatâs cool.â The silence that followed was a little awkward, but neither of you made any attempts to move.
âI remember you always liked biology class,â Aomine said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. âIâm glad youâre doing what you love.â
That seemed to pull a genuine smile from you and Aomineâs chest tightened. âYeah, I really do like it. I could say the same for you though.â
The barista called your name and you jumped a little at the sound. As you grabbed it and before he could stop himself, Aomine asked, âIced latte with oat milk and vanilla syrup?â
You looked surprised. âIâm⊠Iâm honestly shocked you remember something like that.â
âWe bought coffee almost every day before school,â he said. âAlways running late because of it.â
âHey! We ran late because you couldnât wake up to your eight alarms, dummy.â
He chuckled. âYeah, yeah.â
Silence followed again and you rocked a little on your heels before telling him, âI should get going. I have to help my roommate study for a quiz.â
âRight,â he said. âYeah, it was⊠nice running into you.â
âYou too, Aomine.â He watched you walk out the door and it was only a few seconds before he was racing out of the cafe.
He yelled your name, drawing stares from other pedestrians. You turned around and Aomine asked, âWanna get coffee here again? Saturday at eleven?â
You smiled back at him. âSounds like a plan. You better wake up to those alarms⊠Daiki.â
âïœĄÂ°Â kise ryouta â fake dating
During a break in his basketball practice, Kise ran up to you from where you sat in the stands. âLook, Y/n-chii,â he said, showing you his phone screen. You glanced at it, a selfie of Kise with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, both of you are grinning. The caption read: no one else iâd rather be with <3. âWeâre so cute together.â
You laughed weakly, âWe are.â
A month ago, Kise asked you to pose as his partner since his sisters were going to be around for the month. They had been bothering him about getting a partner and he had gotten sick of the teasing and nagging. The two of you hadnât been friends exactly but you werenât strangers; you had been in a handful of classes and worked on a few projects in and out of school. You werenât really sure why you agreed. You guessed it was that gravitational pull that Kise had that made him irresistible to women and men alike.
You were a bit embarrassed to say that you originally judged Kise as just a pretty face but the month revealed to you that it was absolutely untrue. While he may not be book smart or excel in school, Kise was emotionally intelligent, a beast on the basketball court, and â as you found out through a series of encounters with some of his fans â highly protective of those he cared about.
He took you out on cute âdates,â you met his sisters and parents, and you tried (and failed) to beat him in some spontaneous street basketball matches. You had to admit that you had a really, really good time fake dating Kise. Maybe too good a time. Your heart raced when he leaned against you, enveloping you in the comforting scent of his cologne, when he slid his hand into yours, when he kissed your cheeks when you met his family.
You felt like a complete fool, falling for a guy so out of your reach.
âHey,â he said and you nearly leapt out of your skin when you saw that Kise had made his way into the stands and sat down next to you. âEverything okay?â
âYeah,â you said. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
He frowned, unconvinced, but he didnât push it. Instead, he looked out over the basketball court and said, âCanât believe the monthâs almost done.â
You chewed your bottom lip and tried to make a joke: âHow dramatic do you want the breakup to be?â
Kise said, âThatâsâ Iâve actually⊠Iâve actually been meaning to talk to you about that.â
âDo you want to do it earlier?â Your heart dropped to your stomach at the thought.
Kiseâs head whipped towards you, nearly colliding with yours. âNo!â He took a deep breath and more calmly, said, âNo. Actually the opposite.â
âYou want to break up later?â
To your surprise, Kise chuckled, âWow, and people say Iâm dense.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Kise tilted your chin up, making you meet that intense gold gaze. âI want to date you for real.â
âïœĄÂ°Â midorima shintarou â  frenemies to lovers
You wouldnât say that you disliked Midorima but⊠you couldnât say that you were good friends either. The two of you bickered in class a lot, constantly jockied for higher scores on tests, and gave smug looks at each other when the teacher praised the other.
However, while you and Midorima were, in essence, academic rivals, you were also united in the fact that you both were at the top of your classes. When a classmate would say something dumb, youâd both immediately share a side-eye together. You gravitated toward each other for group projects, avoiding people who wanted you to do all the work.
âYou need to come to the game tonight,â Midorima announced to you as you two packed up after Japanese History.
You gave him a look, saying, âWhen have I ever shown interest in watching basketball?â
He pushed his glasses up and said, âTime to get interested.â
âWhy, though?â
âOh, just come,â Takao sighed. âNone of us will ever hear the end of it if you donât.â
âFine,â you said, âif it means that much to you, Midorima.â
He just nodded tersely and began to turn away before hesitating. He pointed at your phone charm â a limited-edition charm from you favorite manga â and asked, âCan I take that?â
âWhat?â You glared at him. âOf course not!â
He huffed, ears turning pink and he pushed up his glasses defensively. âJust for tonight.â
âWhy?â
âItâs my lucky item.â
You gave him a look but sighed, unfastening the charm from your phone and handing it to him. âI better get this back after your basketball game.â
He nodded again and pivoted sharply on his heel, walking away without another word, Takao hot on his heels.
On your train ride home, you looked up Oha Asaâs horoscopes out of curiosity, searching for Midorimaâs. He was a Cancer, right?
Today is a fifty-fifty day for Cancers but you can change your luck for the better by inviting someone important to you to a meaningful event in your life. Your lucky item for the day is a borrowed phone chain!
âïœĄÂ°Â murasakibara atsushi â stuck together
You absolutely could not believe the day you were having. As Yosenâs long-suffering manager, you supposed you should have been used to the antics of the players, but after a less-than-stellar performance on a pop quiz and spilling water on your uniform blazer, all you wanted was an uneventful practice and to go home and take a nap. But apparently, fate had other plans for you in the form of Murasakibara Atsushi.
âY/n-chin,â he drawled, pulling on your shirt sleeve. âDo you have any snacks?â
You shook your head and asked, âDoesnât Himuro usually have some for you?â
âMuro-chinâs coming late today.â
Ah, so thatâs why the gym wasnât swarming with girls at the moment. âRight,â you said with a sigh. You thought for a second before saying, âI think I remember Liu saying he stashed some snacks in the supply closet. Letâs go look there.â
The two of you made your way into the closet at the end of the gym and you unlocked the door. You switched on the light and rooted around shelves, pushing away cleaning supplies and spare equipment. âI swear Liu said he hid snacks in here.â
âMaybe youâre just too short to see,â Murasakibara said. Before you could tell him that he needed to keep the door open since it locked automatically from the outside, Murasakibara had already moved and the door swung shut behind him.
You cursed and grabbed the handle, twisting it and feeling the resistance of the lock. You groaned, resting your head on the door in despair. From behind you, Murasakibara announced that he found Liuâs stash of snacks. âGreat,â you grumbled. âIâm so happy for you but weâre stuck in here until someone lets us out.â
Murasakibara glanced at you and came up beside you, trying the door handle himself with much more force than you ever could muster (you were pretty sure you heard the metal bend a little) but you still remained trapped. You shot a text to Coach Araki, informing her about your situation, to which she replied that youâd both have to wait until they found the spare key since Fukui had managed to misplace it a few weeks ago.
You rubbed your hands down your face and leaned your back against the door, watching as Murasakibara plopped down on the floor and stretched his legs out, munching on Liuâs chips. He took up most of the floor space of the closet, and you pressed yourself further against the door to avoid knocking into his feet.
As fifteen minutes passed, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other again, legs growing tired. Murasakibara cocked his head before he suggested, âY/n-chin, do you want to sit?â
âIâm okay,â you mumbled but Murasakibara remained unconvinced apparently since he sat up a little straighter, set the empty chip bag aside, and leaned forward suddenly, pulling you down to sit in between his legs. Your cheeks burned as you practically crashed into his body.
âYou can lean against me,â he said. Your face was on fire but honestly, you were too tired to argue with him, shifting to rest your back against his chest. He reclined on his hands and you felt his gaze burning into the back of your head.
It was about fifteen more minutes before the door opened, Himuro having found the key. Fukui, Okamura, and Liu also peeked their heads inside, Fukui and Himuro eyeing your positioning with smirks. âLooks like you two got comfy,â Fukui snickered. Okamura turned away, muttering something about how unfair life was, and Liuâs eyes zeroed in on the chip bag beside Murasakibara.
âDid thou eat my snacks?â
âïœĄÂ°Â akashi seijuurou â forbidden relationship
If it was anybody but you, you would have rolled your eyes at just how cliche and utterly ridiculous this situation was. But it was you and your life and your relationship, and you would be lying if you said it didnât completely crush you.
You and Akashi had grown up alongside one another but not necessarily in a good way. Your parentsâ companies were each otherâs main competitors, and while they had as polite a relationship as industry titan competitors could have, neither family wanted their heirs dating.
But at your and Akashiâs ages, it was hard to really forbid you two from seeing one another.
You sometimes couldnât believe how many people rose to power who were insufferably boring. You stood beside your mother as she laughed and clinked champagne glasses with a group of suits, your face frozen in some disingenuous smile. Your eyes, meanwhile, scanned the large banquet hall, falling immediately on a figure with red hair and two-toned eyes. You felt your mouth curl into a real grin when you met his gaze and you winked at him, butterflies bursting in your stomach when he smiled back and shook his head fondly.
He had told you that his father arranged a date for him tonight, the heiress to one of their closest associate companies. You couldnât say you werenât a little jealous but you were completely confident in Akashiâs love for you; the two of you wouldnât have carried on this long if either of you wasnât completely enamored with the other.
âExcuse me,â you said at a lull in the conversation, âIâm going to get some air, Iâm feeling lightheaded.â
âOf course, dear,â your mother said. âBe sure to be back for speeches, though. You know how your father gets.â
You nodded and slipped away to the venueâs gardens, lush and hued in autumnal colors. Your fingers brushed against the blooming wisteria as you made your way to the bridge over the gardenâs pond, staring down at the moonâs reflection in the water.
A few minutes later, your reflection is joined on the bridge with Akashiâs, shoulders touching. You didnât exchange any words for a while; you just rested your head on his shoulder and his head rested on yours.
âWhereâd you leave your date?â you asked him.
He chuckled, âSheâs in a conversation with my aunt about her collection of vintage Versace.â
You hummed, âThat should keep her busy the whole night.â
Akashi finally faced you. âThatâs the intention, beloved.â He pecked your forehead.
You gently poked his side and asked, âYou call that a kiss?â
He gave you one of those looks, eyes glinting with the same promise of a challenge as they did when he played basketball. âAre you underestimating me?â
âWell, if the shoe fitsâŠâ
You laughed as he cupped your face and pressed his mouth against yours for a much, much different kind of kiss.
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the first years crushing on you
characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, sebek
notes: gn! reader
other crushes: housewardens
ace trappola
When Ace likes you, thereâs a lot of back and forth banter and teasing between the two of you. Heâs a bit mean, but he knows (or at least, he hopes he knows) that you donât take it to heart. He likes to talk a big game but Ace is kind of hopeless when it comes to romancing someone. Such a showoff for you.
Because your clubs meet on different days, Ace often bugs you to come to practices. Most times you say no since you use your free time to catch up on studying or to do preparation for your next club meeting, but todayâs different and you take up Aceâs offer to watch practice.
Thereâs a practice game going on when you enter the gym, shoes squeaking against the polished wood floors. Jamil and Ace drive down the court, shouting and dribbling. As you sit down in the bleachers, you watch Jamil pass the ball to Ace, who notices you out of the corner of his eye. He bounces the ball twice and says, âThis oneâs for you!â Without even looking at you, you know who heâs talking to.
Itâs also at the exact moment that Floyd chooses to take the game seriously, crouching down into a defensive position from his previously lazy stand, eyes gleaming with mischief. Ace aims and shoots and the ball, predictably, is blocked when Floyd jumps up.
âToo bad, crabby,â he jeers and Ace scowls at him. Jamil looks exasperated as he throws a look at you that tells you to fix whatever you started.
âDonât worry, Ace,â you yell. âYouâre always a winner in my heart!â
deuce spade
When Deuce realizes that he likes you as more than a friend, he stops being able to function normally around you. Heâs dropping things left and right, stuttering and tripping over most of the things he says to you, and heâs some shade of pink constantly.
Deuce never wished for the ground to swallow him whole more than this moment. Heâs standing, frozen, in horror, staring at the tea that drips down the front of your white uniform shirt. Now, this problem is two-fold; one, thatâs Riddle tea â or, it was â and Deuceâs sure Riddleâs going to have it out for him, and two, he spilled it on you, the person he likes so much and just canât seem to do anything right around.
Deuce scrambles to get napkins, the force of his pulling causing the container to topple off the table and skitter across the dorm floor.
âHey, Deuce,â you say and he steels himself for your ire, for you to tell him you never want to ever talk to him, look at him, or breathe the same air as him. It never comes and instead you smile gently and say, âItâs okay, itâs laundry day tomorrow anyways.â
âIâm really sorry!â he finally blurts out.
âItâs seriously okay,â you say. Then, you add, âLetâs brew another pot before Riddle notices.â
âNotice what, exactly?â Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Deuce, however, doesnât feel the impending doom he expected. All he can focus on is the little wink you give him and his face blooms a bright pink.
jack howl
Because beastmen usually have one partner theyâre with for their whole lives, Jack is very discerning about crushes so if he likes you, youâre definitely a special person. Jack tries his best to act casually around you but the excited twitch of his ear and the rapid tail wagging is a dead giveaway. Plus, he puts in a little more effort into whatever heâs doing when youâre around (like Ace, heâs a big showoff around you).
âAre you sure youâre okay with carrying all that?â you ask Jack as the two of you make your way to class. He nods, head still visible over the mountain of boxes. You were running an errand for the librarian when Jack found you struggling to balance the massive pile, swiftly moving to take the entire stack from you.
You have to walk up five flights of stairs to bring the books to the correct section, and Jack does so with ease, the two of you chatting on your way up. You ask about his siblings, watching fondly as he perks up. He asks about your parents and how your grandmotherâs health is. Youâre surprised he remembers.
âOkay, you can put them down there,â you say, pointing at a table and Jack sets them down.
âNeed my help with anything else,â Jack asks, trying his best to subtly puff out his chest.
You consider it for a moment and say, âYeah, I could use your height.â
Jack resists the urge of his inner wolf to howl proudly, but his wagging tail give everything away.Â
epel felmier
Epel canât decide what approach to take with you, if he wants to try to show you his manliness or if he wants to use his cute charm to win you over. He shows a very keen interest in things that you like â he watches shows and reads books that you like so you can talk about them together and he practices activities that you like so he can do them together.
Epel clutches the novel close to his chest, scanning the crowded cafeteria for you. He bristles when some Savanclaw meathead brushes past him roughly, scoffing like it was Epelâs fault. Epel rolls his eyes, glancing down at the book in hand. Itâs over five-hundred pages and between school work and Spelldrive practice, itâs a miracle he finished it so quickly. Thatâs Pomefiore for you, tenacious to the end.
He finds you as you come in with some of your friends and darts for you. He calls your name and you wave at him. âHey!â You peel off from your group and approach him, smiling widely.
You notice the book in his hand and gasp, âIs that the new book in the Paladinâs Sword series?â
âYeah!â Epel leaves through the pages and says, âI really enjoy them!â
âMe too!â You ask him, âHave you seen the movies?â
Epel considers lying (he hadnât lied about liking the books, he did wind up actually enjoying the series) but he shakes his head. You nod sagely and say, âLetâs watch them together sometime then!â
Epelâs heart skips a beat.
sebek zigvolt
Sebek goes to Lilia for advice on what to do about a crush, and given that Lilia is centuries old, the advice is a little old-fashioned. Sebek walks you to classes and brings you bouquets and gives you secret admirer notes that are a little clumsy and awkward, but so Sebek that itâs endearing.
Sebek watches anxiously out of the corner of his eye as you slide an eggshell white envelope out from your textbook. Ace and Deuce âoohâ and âahhâ and tease you over it, Deuce suggesting, âMaybe itâs a secret admirer.â
Ace shakes his head. âWhoâd like this one?â
Sebekâs eyes narrow. How dare Ace believe that you were undeserving of affection? Didnât he know that you were so special and incredible, second in Sebekâs heart only to Malleus? The audacity! How dare he?
Deuce snickers, âStranger things have happened.â
Thatâs when Sebek slams his hands down on the desk in front of him and shouts, âHOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO THEM THAT WAY, HUMANS? DONâT YOU KNOW THAT THEREâS ONLY ONE BEING ALIVE MORE SPECTACULAR THAN THEM â THE YOUNG MASTER HIMSELF!â
Well, thatâs certainly not how he wanted to confess to you, and his heart sinks to his stomach at the deafening silence in the room. When he glances at you, youâre beaming, and his he look art is afloat once more.
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Hii!! I loved the idea of the spotify wrapped event and I also loved your one piece one shots! Can I request 41 x Law? If you dont write for him you can write for Zoro or whoever you think would be fitting :)
IVY â TRAFALGAR LAW
trafalgar law + Oh, I canât stop you putting roots in my dreamland
content: gn! reader, canon-typical descriptions of violence, references to lawâs past
notes: thanks so much for your kind words! hope you enjoy this drabble!
request a character and prompt for my spotify wrapped event here!
law is no stranger to nightmares. heâs accustomed to jolting awake, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, chest heaving with anxiety and fear. he tries to remember what his parents used to tell him to calm his racing heart: inhale for four seconds, hold for seven, exhale in a count of eight.Â
in. hold. out.
in. hold. out.
law doesnât sleep a lot anymore, always locked in his office late at night, poring over books about anatomy and medicine and illnesses. itâs mostly because heâs working, the insomnia, but he knows thereâs a part of him thatâs almost scared to sleep â that doesnât want to see looped images of dead bodies, feel the heat of erupting flames, hear the sounds of gunshots.Â
law watches as you and penguin duck under a round of marine gunfire, diving for cover behind a building. civilians draw their shutters closed. the crewâs gotten what they need from the town, now itâs a matter of getting out.Â
you sprint out from your hiding place, penguin hot on your heels. thereâs another rain of bullets and lawâs stomach lurches when he sees red dribbling down your arm, skin grazed by the bullet. he needs to get you two out of there now.
law lifts a hand. âroom. shambles.â he switches you and penguin out for an empty crate and just like that, the two of you are standing safe on the polar tangâs deck. youâre both breathing hard, penguin resting his hands on his knees. you grab at your arm and law can tell that whatever adrenaline has been pumping through your veins is starting to wear off; you wince at the cut on your arm, your palm stained with blood.Â
law gets the crew mobilized fast, everyone hustling to get the below deck so the polar tang can submerge. law swiftly and efficiently takes down the remaining marines, heading down below as the submarine sinks below the water.
he finds you heading for the washroom. he calls your name and you whirl around quickly. âcaptain,â you greet him.
âfollow me.â law makes sure his tone leaves no room for argument and you shuffle behind him as he walks to the operating room.
you frown when you enter the room. âcaptain, i really donât think my injury warrants an operaââ
he sighs heavily. âiâm not operating. just want to get somewhere more sterile. sit on the table.â
you obey easily and law opens up a cabinet, grabbing hydrogen peroxide, a roll of bandages, and antibiotic cream. he also picks up a sterilized pair of tweezers. when he turns around, youâre already shrugging out of your boiler suit, twitching as the fabric rubs against your wound.Â
law approaches, doing is best to keep his eyes on the wound and not on the exposed skin you revealed. when you joined the crew, law had never been more thankful to himself for making the boiler suits uniform. he doesnât know if he could focus otherwise.
he examines the wound, looking closely to see if there are any bits of debris or fabric stuck in it. when he doesnât see anything, law soaks a sterile pad in hydrogen peroxide and presses it against your graze. you make a high-pitched, wounded sound that cuts right through lawâs heart and he tries his best to tenderly but thoroughly clean the wound. you flinch, gritting your teeth and hissing, âyou really must hate me, captain.âÂ
you let out a pained laugh that lets law know you were joking but your statement still makes him frown. if only you knew just how much the opposite was true.
law sighs again, wrapping the bandage roll around your arm and snapping off a piece, securing it. you test the motion of your arm and law asks, âtoo tight?â
âno, itâs good.â you hop off the table. âthanks, doc.â
âiâll need to check that every few days,â he tells you, âto watch for infection.â
âsounds good! guess weâll be seeing a lot of each other.â you shoot him a cheeky smile and thank him again as you slip out of the room. law is rooted to his spot, feeling heat climb up his neck. you faint scent lingers â cinnamon shampoo and apple soap.
lawâs heart skips a beat.
late into the night, law sits at his desk in his office, doing is best trying to focus on the medical text in front of him. he thinks about the smoothness of your skin and the way your eyes curve into half-moons when you smile. he drags a hand down his face.Â
he needs to focus. he needs to not think about you. he needs to think about bones and hairline fractures and how fast the human heart can go before itâ
law hears footsteps and he knows itâs you, beckoning you in even before you can announce your arrival and knock on the door. you swing it open, smiling brightly at him. gods, he swears you hold moonbeams in your grin.
âright as always,â you say as you close the door behind yourself.Â
âdo you need something? is it your arm?â
you shake your head. âno, just thought iâd check up on you. knew youâd still be up.â
law offers a wry smile. âno rest of the wicked.â
âiâd agree with you, but youâre not wicked, captain.â
law raises an eyebrow in surprise. he is wicked â itâs a known fact. everything he touches is destroyed eventually. when he doesnât reply, you continue, âyou look out for everyone, youâre a doctor for godsâ sakes.â
âso? bad people can do good things.â
your moonbeam smile falls and your expression turns stern. âyou care for us, captain, all of us in a way that no one truly wicked ever would. donât talk about yourself that way. â
his heartâs in his throat and heâs desperately trying to swallow it down. âokay.â
you nod firmly and then bring your hand up to hide your yawning mouth. law tells you, âyou should get some rest.â
âi came here to get you to go to sleep.â
âdonât worry about me.â
you cross your arms. âiâm not going to sleep until you do.â
law levels you with a stare and you gaze right back, unwavering in your conviction. you two stare for a good few seconds. he can see the way your eyes shimmer. it doesnât seem that youâre backing down. law breaks the connection and sighs, âfine. letâs go.â
he puts away his books and papers and the two of you head down the hallway. he tries to guide you to your room first but you say, ânope. i want to make sure you actually go to sleep.â so you head for his quarters first.Â
you come to his door and you say, âyou better get some sleep. a healthy, well-rested captain is vital for an efficient and successful crew.â
âi know.âÂ
he basks in the comfortable silence that falls over the pair of you. then, you yawn again and he orders you off to bed yourself. you smile sleepily at him, your eyes form crescents again as you do so. âalright, iâm off then.â you turn and begin to walk away. over your shoulder, you call softly, âgood night, law.â
he bids you good night and steps inside his room, door shutting behind him. itâs in there, as heâs changing into pajamas, that he realizes.Â
itâs the first time you said âlaw,â not âcaptain.â
your voice repeats like a record in his head. law. law. law. his heart thunders in his chest.
for the first time in a long time, law isnât afraid to fall asleep. instead of the screaming nightmares he usually faces, heâs met with a different image as he drifts off.Â
in a tender, hazy light, law dreams of you.
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BLUE LOCK PLAYERS AS DEMIGODS (i) â [BLUE LOCK]
characters: shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, itoshi sae
content: gn! reader (reader is called âsunshineâ once in shidouâs) slightly suggestive humor, set at camp half-blood (or some random camp for demigods lol) but you donât need to have read percy jackson to read this
notes: references this post
âïœĄÂ° child of ares! shidou x child of apollo! you
itâs unsurprising to all of your siblings that shidou ryusei is in and out of the infirmary a lot because he gets into A LOT of fights (âtypical ares kidâ your siblings say while rolling their eyes)
the first time he came to the infirmary, you were the only one brave enough to patch him up given that, not only is shidou known for picking random fights but also for being kind of batshit crazy. after that, you were the only one he even let touch him without lowkey growling at themâŠ
âshidouâs here again,â otoya, one of your half-brothers, informed you one day. you sighed heavily and found shidou in the waiting room, beckoning him back to an exam room
âtake your shirt off,â you told him and he grinned some wild smile at you and said, âooh, already trying to get me naked? at least take me to dinner, sunshineâ
you snorted and when he did, your eyes widened at the giant, purpling bruise forming on his side. âwhat happened this time? âunderlashes junior got really into sparringâ
ah, that made sense - this wasnât the first time shidou got into a physical altercation with itoshi rinÂ
âleave the kid alone,â you said as you grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and threw it at him
he caught it and asked, ânot gonna hold it against me yourself?â âwhy would i do thatâ âwell you were so eager to get my shirt offâ âyouâre insufferableâ
shidou licked his teeth, still looking at you with that shit-eating grin. âyeah but you like thatâ
what was the most annoying this about that statement: you couldnât exactly say itâs a total lie
âïœĄÂ° child of poseidon! oliver aiku x child of athena! you
oliver aiku had a bit of a reputation as a womanizer and, to be fair, itâs not undeserved. he was charming and hot, itâs not like itâs just random, and he probably flirted with nearly every person within a ten mile radius of camp
he first noticed you at a game of capture the flag. not to brag or anything, but oliver was known as the best defender at camp but somehow, the opposing team managed to outmaneuver him and his team and steal the flag and carry it to their side
shocked and impressed, oliver inquired as to who was the mastermind behind this strategy and the answer was simple: you, a child of athenaÂ
he found you in the armory, hanging your sword back up and, leaning against the doorway, he said, âheyâ
you glanced over your shoulder. âhey?âÂ
âso youâre the master strategist?â âyeahâ âi donât think weâve met, im oliver.â âyeah i knowâ and with that, you resumed taking off the rest of your armor
well, that was new
âyou know,â oliver said, strolling over to stand beside you as he took off his own armor, âiâd love to get to know you better. not every day someone manages to pull one over on me. wanna grab some lunchâ
you gave him a side eye and said, âsorry, iâve got something else to doâ and then you brushed past him and out of the armory
oliver watched your retreating form and it was from that day on that he decided his just had to make you hisÂ
(spoiler: he eventually succeeds after many, many, many times asking you out (read: groveling, begging on his knees, etc.))
âïœĄÂ° child of zeus! itoshi sae x child of hermes! you
you get sent on a quest with itoshi sae and you were forewarned by multiple different people that you should brace yourself for a quick but absolutely miserable experience
âsaeâs super powerful but gods, his attitude is absolute shitâ
honestly, all the things people told you should have worried you more but you ignored them. it wasnât fair to listen to hearsay about someone in your opinion and besides, it just made you want to step up to the challenge and befriend him even more
as the two of you set off, you asked him a bajillion questions about him, his life outside of camp, his life at camp, his brother rin (which earned you the most acidic glare and the meanest answer ever), and whatever else you could think of
âdo you ever stop talking?â
ânot reallyâ sae gave you another withering look
you ran into tons of monsters and it was honestly incredible to witness the full power of a child of a big three god - saeâs battle prowess coupled with his control over lightning had you feeling just a little unnecessary but you also assisted well (sae wouldnât admit it but he was pretty surprised by your quick thinking and reflexes and your skill with your weapon)
finding that you werenât completely useless was when sae began not being so short with you and actually made some effort at conversation and you two lowkey started bonding over the next few days
one might even say sae began to develop some semblance of fondnessÂ
you had a major breakthrough with him when you essentially sacrificed yourself and threw yourself in front of whatever mythical beast you were sent to defeat
sae never disposed of an enemy quicker than he had in that moment and he got you two back to camp even faster
youâre passed out for three days in the infirmary and when you woke up, saeâs asleep in the chair besides your bed
âoh good, youâre awake!â one of the apollo kids who works at the infirmary entered the room. âhow are you feeling?â
âa little soreâ you glanced over at sae and the apollo kid said, ânot sure how you managed it but saeâs refused to leave the infirmary since he brought you back. must make you pretty special.â
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