#fluff drabble

♯ a bit rushed bc i did it in a rush also ❤️☺️

Nanami had never considered himself a jealous man.

possessive, perhaps, in small ways. protective? certainly.

but jealousy? it was messy. the sort of thing that clouded judgement and made people act irrationally.

Nanami preferred facts.

and the fact was that you were free to spend time with anyone. the fact that your smile didn't belong to him. and the fact that he trusted you completely.

but why—why had he spent the last twenty minutes staring at his phone?

the photo on the screen was harmless for god's sake!

a group picture from a company dinner. you sat near the center, smiling oh so sweetly to the camera.

but the problem is there was a man sitting beside you.

nothing appropriate or suspicious. just a coworker. a coworker whose arm was slung casually over the back of your chair.

a coworker who seemed to appear in every photos your friend posted. a coworker whose name you had mentioned bunch of times this week without realizing it.

Nanami locked his phone and set it face down on the table.

he hated this feeling. Not because he distrusted you.

there was no reason for the knot tightening in his chest.

there is no logical explanation for why he suddenly found himself wondering whether you smiled that brightly around everyone. or whether you looked at everyone the way you looked at him.

the apartment door opened suddenly, snapping him out of his trance.

"Kento?" your voice drifted through the hallway.

you stepped into the living room, smiling when you saw him.

"There you are."

Nanami returned the smile automatically.

but as you sat beside him and started talking about your day, he found himself listening for one name. and when it finally appeared in the conversation? his jaw tightened.

your words faltered. "Kento?" you looked at him carefully.

for a moment, neither of you spoke.

then, quietly, you asked. "Is there something wrong?"

he met your gaze briefly before looking away.

the silenced stretched. not uncomfortable, just heavy. Nanami wasn't entirely sure how to answer.

you knew your husband too well to notice when something was off.

"Kento."

"Hm."

"You're doing that thing."

his brows furrowed slightly. "What thing?"

"The thing where you pretend nothing's bothering you."

you moved closer on the couch, turning toward him fully.

"Did something happen at work?"

"No."

"Did someone annoy you?"

"Not particularly."

"Are you tired?"

"Always."

your expression only softened.

your fingers reached for his hand without thinking. you interwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, talk to me?"

you waited patiently, giving him space to speak.

Nanami hated that he was making this difficult.

eventually, he said, "Who is he?"

you blinked. "...who?"

"The coworker."

your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."

for several seconds, you said nothing.

then, "Are you jealous?"

Nanami closed his eyes briefly. "Perhaps," he sighed.

your expression softened even further.

you shifted closer until your shoulder rested against his.

"I found him annoying," you started. "He talks too much, he steals food, he's arrogant too."

the corner of Nanami's mouth twitched. you caught it immediately.

"There he is."

"I was here the entire time."

"No, you were somewhere in your own head."

you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

"I don't smile because of him," you sighed. "I smile because i was having fun."

his gaze softened. "I know," he admitted.

"Then why are you suffering by yourself?"

a faint huff escaped him, not quite a laugh.

"Because," he pulled your joined hands closer. "I was hoping it would stop if i ignored it."

"Did it work?"

"No."

you laughed. "That was unfortunate."

he laughed along with you. "It was."

the knot in his chest began to loosen.

not because the jealousy had vanished. but because you were looking at him exactly the way you always had.

Jack and Robby, oblivious to this, were trying to let Dennis ease into the relationship. The two of them had been together for years, and had kind of forgotten what it was like to be new to a relationship. So, if Dennis didn’t explicitly ask, they didn’t do a whole lot of physical touch. But, he rarely asked.

Robby was sitting on the couch with him one night, Dennis curled up against the arm of the plush fabric and his legs bend by Robby’s side. Robby’s hand brushed his knee, and his leg extended to lay across his lap. A little amused, Robby rubbed his leg and watched him absolutely melt into him.

Then, Jack had a similar experience. They were in the kitchen together, he he just needed Dennis to move over a bit so he could get into a drawer, so he guided him to the side with a hand on his back and hip. Dennis blinked up at him and leaned into his side, pressing their ribs together. Jack chuckled, “Sorry, baby, just needed you to move.” Dennis’s cheeks flushed and he shuffled to the side. Jack was sure to run a hand over his spine a few more times that night.

It all culminated one night as the three were lying in bed together, trying to sleep. Dennis was kinda wiggly most nights, but tonight especially he just couldn’t get himself comfortable. Jack patted his arm. “Sugar, get comfy. Bedtime.”

Dennis gave an annoyed little whine and pushed his arm up into Jack’s hand. Experimentally, he wrapped his whole arm around Dennis, who snuggled into it.

“Is that what keeps you from tossing and turning?” Robby hummed. “Cuddles?” He wrapped Dennis up in his arms too and watched the boy fall asleep within the minute.

you always greet yuji with a soft tap to his nose, your pointer finger gentle against his skin, a smile blooming across your features as you excitedly greet your pink-haired boyfriend.

the first time you ever did it was when yuji was sitting on one of the benches in the courtyard of jujutsu technical college. the sky was painted in soft orange and pink hues like watercolor as you spotted him in the distance, his figure sharpening the closer you got.

his head was downturned, eyes focused on his phone—probably some stupid meme you think, or maybe his favorite manga released a new chapter. either way, his attention was entirely engrossed in his phone, so when you finally reached him, he never glanced up.

you stood there for a minute or three—you lost track—watching him hum with contentment, purely relaxed. it’s rare to see him have his guard down these days, so you let yourself bask in it, soaking in the quiet of him.

your phone vibrates softly in your hand, resting against your mid-thigh, reminding you that you and yuji have things to do, and that gojo will tease endlessly if you’re late.

you sigh, padding closer, your body mere inches from his as you bend down slowly. your index finger taps playfully against the tip of his nose, a quiet “boop” slipping under your breath.

“hi, yuu,” you greet him gently, fondness etched into your smile.

his head tilts up at the featherlight touch, hazel eyes blinking—specked with yellowish green—as he gazes up at you, doe eyed. a shy smile twists at the edges of his lips as he chews on the bottom one slightly.

“hi, sweets,” he beams, brows lifting in confusion, his face almost puppy-like in its obliviousness. “hey, baby… what was that?”

you grin, shrugging. “a boop.”

yuji’s expression falters as he processes your words, his phone buzzing softly in his hand. he glances at it, noticing the time—it’s around ten minutes after class ended. he quickly looks back up at you, catching your gaze, pink strands falling with the movement.

“how long were you waiting for me, babe…? i was really into that manga. i’m sorry, i failed my boyfriend duties.”

your brow raises. “you’re so stupid sometimes, yuji, just hush it. plus, it was cute seeing you like that.”

you smile, nudging yourself between his legs.

his hands absentmindedly crawl toward your lower back. his head falls against your stomach as he nuzzles into your warmth, inhaling your perfume. yuji’s nervous—you can tell by the way he hides against your skin.

your nails thread through his hair, humming softly. “what is it, sweet boy?” you ask, your voice honey-soft.

he nuzzles closer, hands large against your waist, fingers dancing across your exposed skin. you swear he whines softly before pushing himself up, the tips of his ears pink, his hair slightly tousled. his hands waver against your skin, betraying his nerves. he looks stupidly adorable like this, a flustered mess.

“do you think you could do that again?” he asks, his voice a breathy murmur laced with vulnerability, quickly adding, “like… for the road, y’know?”

“you’re so cute,” you tease.

his face brightens instantly at the compliment as he pulls you closer, and you boop his nose softly again. his body nearly buzzes with satisfaction.

you grin mischievously. “only three boops a day, though.”

yuji’s face falls flat, lips jutting into a soft pout. “aw, come on, really? you’re so mean to me sometimes, sweets.”

you lean in to kiss him, dissolving into giggles against his lips.

masterlist linked here!

husband!toji x pregnant wife!reader

NOTES :: first toji fic do u guys likey, fluff and a bit of angst from toji’s side and comfort from reader, pregnancy (obviously), short drabble, mentions of alcohol and old addictions of gambling, mentions of feet for a foot massages

pt2 but can be read itself

W/C :: 651

“yeah, i’ve got a kid on the way.” toji smirked smugly, leaning back against a run-down couch in a run-down hiding shelter for guys like him, waiting for his manager -shiu- to get back with his next job.

ryu, a well-known adrenaline junkie in these shady shadows, sat down next to the hunk of muscle. “you? a father?” he snickered.

toji’s eyes narrowed, his fists curling up and his shoulders tensed.

“what’s that meant to mean, bastard?” his gruff voice echoed through the room, chatter from nearby lowering into hushed whispers.

ryu’s lips curled up, a scrawny smile for a sly man. “I’m just saying, the missues ought to be careful with a guy like you.”

before toji could react and give this guy a proper beating, the sound of expensive shoes caught his ears. “zenin, come on. i’ll drop you off.”

the bulky man snarled, ''i've already told you. i took my wife's name.''

now after the mission, getting his pay, he's walking back home. head low.

walking down thinly-lit streets covered in blood that wasn’t his. ryu’s words were stuck in his mind, who does he think he is? he had cash in his pocket, he could easily drink his thoughts away; spend money at some nearby cash grabs that’d make him seem like he had a chance of winning if he just tried again.

the only thing that stopped him was you.

toji hoped you were atleast asleep at this time, he knows how much you begged him to take different jobs. he was made for this. but even a man like him could just never come home one day.

stepping through the door after prying his boots off on the porch, he bolted to the shower and began his ‘cleansing’, as you would call it for dramatic effects.

“tojiii!” your voice squealed happily, busting through the door just as his rough hands wrapped a towel around his waist.

his brows arched, expecting you to be in bed, “mmmh? what’re you doing up, little miss?” after tying the towel, he ruffled your hair.

you giggled, “i was waiting for you. been wanting foot massages.” walking him out of the steamy bathroom and to the bedroom. dim lamps and the tv projecting your favorite show.

toji pulled on light pyjama sweats, old things that’ve been threading at the seams. he got to work at your feet, thick thumbs doing just the right thing. easing cramps and swelling.

moments went by, you could tell your dear husband was thinking about things. and that was never good if he wasn’t chatty beforehand. “honey? is something wrong?” pausing the show, you settled your gaze on him.

“jus’ thinking, ma.” he cleared his throat, a little hoarse from being quiet for a long period of time. “mhm? about? share with the class.” you teased, poking his side with ur foot.

the man let out a sigh, scratching the back of his neck.

“ma, i don’t think ill be the best dad. i don’t want to let you down.” he started, playing and tugging with the bedsheets like a toddler in trouble.

“i’ll keep trying for you, and the bun in the oven.”

your lips trembled, emotional hormones kicking in. “eh?! who said that!” you whined, crawling over to him. “don’t listen to those slackers, they’re the type of people that are lonely snails at home!”

he let out a grunt as you draped yourself over him, his hand instinctively moving up to rub at your swollen stomach.

“they’ll be hearing from me and my foot up their ass for making my little husband feel like that!” nuzzling your cheek against his, toji cracked a smile.

“mhm? yeah?”

“uhuh!”

“now now, baby. i don’t know about little husband…” toji propped his head up in his hand, a brow raised in interest.

you shushed him, “well i don’t care. big, small, you’re still my husband.”

“damn right i am.”

2 months later, baby megumi is introduced to the world.

jock!bakugo who couldn't help but stare at that one girl who sat a few rows ahead of him in class. in most of his classes, really. he knew her name, most people did, despite her not being very popular. but hell...was she smart. scary smart. top marks in class and honestly? a little cute...

jock!bakugo who couldn't help but saunter past nerd!reader's desk before and after every class without fail with that stupid smirk of his on his face. he could feel her eyes on him but decided not to pursue further actions.

jock!bakugo who tried to partner with her for projects and assignments, but was quickly brushed off each time. tch, was he really that awful? he would roll his eyes and grumble back to his friends each time. they'd laugh at him, clowning him for his devloping crush. wrong! he didn't have a crush. who the hell did they think he was? she wasn't his type. he was trying to user her to get even better grades in class...right?

jock!bakugo who paid extra attention to nerd!reader's presenation in class, swatting at his buddies to shut up and pay attention, too! he'd clap the loudest as well, even trying to strike up a conversation after class about how amazing she did. he'd receive a mumbled gratitude from him before somehow getting far, far away from him.

jock!bakugo who would purposefully wear his letterman jacket around nerd!reader. surely she had to know who he was, right? there's no way she didn't. everyone knew who he was! but for some reason, she's the only one that mattered to him. he wanted her attention.

jock!bakugo who started playing harder during his games with the hope that maybe just maybe she was watching, only to find out she's never attended a single sports game! not only from him team, but any other of the school's teams as well. who the hell missed out on such a classic high school activity?

jock!bakugo who noticed nerd!reader paying slightly more attention to him during his next presentation, catching her nodding along to his information. good...good...the attention was on him. he smirked down at her as the presentation ended.

jock!bakugo who, despite wanting her attention, was very surprised when nerd!reader came up to him nervously after class to talk about his presentation. she liked it, a lot. he folded his arms over his chest, a smirk on his face as he listened to her ramble about the topic he chose. finally, he had her attention....for good, hopefully.

arthur morgan x reader ❆ under 1k

summary: arthur has hid his feelings for you long before arriving at colter. and with every loss the gang has felt since that botched ferry heist, well, he knew he’d be damned if anything were to happen to you next.

tags: colter setting, high honor arthur, yearning/pining, protective arthur, period-typical sexism, he’s soft for reader, grouchy at first but then turns sweet because that man is in love!!!

Ryul x Reader

Requested

Genre: fluff Drabble

Summary: Ryul gets jealous of Ohyul?

MASTERLIST

Requests are open!!

You know the vibe is going to be chaotic the moment Ryul texts you:

Ryul: come over

Ryul: everyone’s here

Ryul: i need moral support

You show up to the dorm ten minutes later, and Ryul opens the door like he’s been pacing in front of it. Relief flashes across his face when he sees you.

“You made it,” he says, stepping aside so you can come in.

“I said I would,” you reply, slipping your shoes off.

“I know,” he mutters, immediately following you into the living room like your shadow.

Everyone’s already gathered—Louis sprawled across the couch with a blanket, Woojin on the floor with his back against the table, and Ohyul standing in the kitchen, stirring something questionable in a pot.

“Hey!” Ohyul brightens when he sees you. “You’re here!”

“Hi,” you smile, waving.

Ryul barely gives you a second before settling next to you on the couch, knee pressed firmly against yours. His arm doesn’t quite go around you, but it’s close enough to be obvious.

Louis glances between the two of you. “He’s been like that all day,” he tells you.

Ryul shoots him a look. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Louis says easily. “I’m just observing.”

You laugh and lean forward to greet everyone properly, chatting with Woojin about what he’s watching and teasing Louis about stealing the blanket. Ryul stays quiet, eyes following you the whole time.

Then Ohyul calls from the kitchen. “Come help me taste this.”

You stand. “Oh, sure.”

Ryul straightens immediately. “You’re leaving?”

“I’m literally going three steps away,” you say, amused.

Still, you feel his fingers catch the hem of your sleeve for half a second before letting go.

You join Ohyul by the counter, peering into the pot. “What is it?”

“Something amazing,” he says confidently. “Probably.”

You laugh, accepting the spoon he offers. “This smells… strong.”

“Don’t say that like it’s bad.”

You take a small taste and pause. “…It’s actually good.”

Ohyul beams. “See!”

From the couch, Ryul watches intently.

“Ohyul,” he says, tone neutral but eyes sharp. “Why are you standing so close.”

Ohyul looks down. “We’re… by the stove?”

“You don’t need to lean like that,” Ryul replies.

You glance over your shoulder, catching Ryul’s expression—arms crossed, jaw set, eyes glued to you.

“Ryul,” you say gently, “I’m okay.”

He doesn’t look convinced.

“Ohhh,” Louis murmurs. “He’s jealous.”

“I am not,” Ryul says instantly.

Woojin snorts. “You absolutely are.”

You try not to laugh as you return the spoon to the sink. “Thanks for the taste test,” you tell Ohyul. “It was good.”

“Anytime,” Ohyul says with a grin.

When you turn back, Ryul is already standing.

He reaches for you without thinking, hand settling on your wrist and guiding you back to the couch. The moment you sit, he pulls you in—arm fully around your shoulders now, hand resting at your side.

You lean into him instinctively.

“There,” he mutters. “Better.”

You tilt your head up at him. “You okay?”

“Mm,” he hums, not very convincingly.

The rest of the night is easy and warm. You play games together, laugh over something dumb on TV, and end up sitting on the floor with Woojin while Louis narrates something dramatically.

At some point, Ohyul sits next to you, passing you snacks and making commentary under his breath. You giggle, leaning closer to hear him better.

Ryul notices immediately.

He scoots closer, draping himself over you slightly, chin resting on your shoulder. One arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

“Oh,” Ohyul says slowly. “Am I in the way.”

“Yes,” Ryul replies flatly.

You laugh. “Ryul.”

“He’s stealing your attention,” Ryul says, quiet but serious.

“I am literally just sitting here,” Ohyul protests.

You twist in Ryul’s arms enough to look at him. His expression softens the second your eyes meet.

“You’re mine,” he says, not possessive—just certain. “I don’t like sharing.”

Your heart flips.

You reach up and lace your fingers with his. “I’m still right here.”

That seems to finally calm him.

He exhales and presses a gentle kiss to the side of your head, arms relaxing but not letting go.

Louis watches this unfold and shakes his head. “You know,” he says, “I remember a time when he pretended not to care about anything.”

Ryul doesn’t look away from you. “I never pretended.”

Later, when things quiet down and the dorm settles into a comfortable hum, you’re tucked against Ryul on the couch, his hoodie draped around your shoulders.

“Sorry,” he murmurs suddenly.

“For what?”

“For being… like that,” he says. “I just—” He pauses. “I like when it’s us.”

You smile, resting your head against his chest. “I like when it’s us too.”

His arms tighten around you, protective but gentle.

Across the room, Ohyul glances over and chuckles. “He’s not letting you go anytime soon, huh.”

Ryul closes his eyes, chin resting on your head.

HENRY HART X VALENTINE!FEM!READER ♥︎ pt1

Henry Danger x Victorious crossover

Genre: fluff

Warnings: a little ooc maybe, reader is a bit dumb and ditzy, crossover between Henry Danger and Victorious, praise and pet names, reader is Cat's (twin) sister in this series, reader mentioned wearing heels

Henry has a girlfriend all the way from Hollywood, going to the prestigious Hollywood Arts, but no one believes Henry when he talks about you. Then they finally get to meet the mystery girlfriend!