#thx for the request miss anon !!

[base0h]

Hii! How was your day? Can I please get Sabo, luffy and ace? If you can, please add shanks! It's okay if not! Can you please do them with their s/o waking them up, but they just wouldn't? So the s/o says "Wake up my boyfriend's here!" To prank them? Thank you!

a/n - I totally died I’m sorry lmao 💀 oml this idea is everything anon- thanks for requesting!!

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack as always

- it’s not a surprise luffy just- won’t wake up unless you say food is ready, or that there’s an island in sight .-. very heavy sleeper, won’t wake up if there’s a firework in his room 💀 (I’m not joking you’ve tried this.)

- well today was the day, you’re gonna prank Luffy, isn’t that fun? 😂 you got nami to play along with this.. She was gonna be the one knocking on the door 👀 all that was left was to just sleep with him like normal!

- “goodnight y/n!!”

- “Night luffy >:)”

- the amount of effort to just stop yourself from laughing was incredible- you were practically tearing up just from struggling not to laugh and giggle.

- IT WAS MORNING.

- cue the knock on the door (thx nami) you frantically shook poor Luffy awake, smacking his face just to get one of his eyes half open. “Huh??? What??” Man was so tired 💀

- “Luffy get up! My boyfriend’s here! GET UP! INTO THE CLOSET RIGHT NOW-!” You shouted, shoving him out of bed. Poor man was not awake at all so he literally just went into the closet as you instructed. Your plan had backfired because now he was just sleeping in the closet.

- … “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” -you

- “y/n I warned you of how dumb he is.” -nami

- about 8 hours later (it’s now past 3pm) he stumbled out of the closet, rubbing his eyes and yawning with a grin. “Where’s y/n? She said her boyfriend was here! I wanna meet him!” (Omfg Luffy)

- man literally didn’t get the prank. HE DIDNT UNDERSTAND- (I’ll calm down) he skipped around, finally finding you helping Nami harvest some oranges. “Y/n! Where’s your boyfriend? You said he was here right? What’s he look like? Is he strong?” He asked with excitement.

- the way you and nami were just looking at each other oml: why

- “Luffy. You’re my boyfriend.”

- “yeah I know that! I’m not dumb-“

- “…HUH?!”

- “YOU SAID YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS HERE-?!”

- “LUFFY IT WAS A PRANK!”

…

- “Aw man so he isn’t here?”

- “YOU BETTER RUN BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS STRAIGHT INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN DUMBASS.”

- you chased him for about 30 minutes before you finally calmed down, and then he understood.

- “WAIT YOUR BOYFRIEND?! I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND Y/N!”

- “IM FULLY AWARE LUFFY.”

- “THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!”

- kicks him into the ocean

- now here with sabo, it’s once in a blue moon where you’re the one waking him up. It’s NEVER that way, it’s always him dragging you out of bed at the literal crack of dawn. He’s an old man, give his poor soul a rest and some coffee 💀

- BUT- this one time, since he was exhausted, you were the one waking him up. Poor man’s hair was having a bad day, it was literally standing up straight like goku’s hair lmao. You started by gently tapping him, and when that didn’t work. You nudged him, “Sabo-? Cmon wake up, we have to go eat so we don’t miss the briefing!” You said hurriedly.

- He was just out like a rock. He wasn’t even budging, so you had to resort to more desperate measures. Yelling his name, tapping his cheeks, holding him by the shoulders, and even blowing and air horn into his ears.

- “SABO.”

- sabo: peacefully having nice dreams

- finally, you had the perfect idea… And if this didn’t work? God you might just decide to make dragon or koala do something. “My boyfriend’s here! Get up! Hurry!” You shouted, grabbing his arms.

- “wha- huh???” He said, his eyes barely being able to open. You dragged his sleepy ass out of bed, over to your closet. “Y/n what are you doing???”

- “my boyfriend’s here now get inside before he sees you!” You said, opening your closet door. He was so tired, dehydrated, exhausted, and most of all? So fucking confused.

- “wait- but- I thought I was your boyfriend…? Right? Was it all just- a dream? Did I dream all of it?!” He was on the verge of tears. Oh god you fucked up. You gave him a hug, “No- no! Sabo it was just something I used to wake you up… You’re my boyfriend.”

- poor guy was sniffling, trying to hold back his tears, you’d never do this again because you didn’t think his heart nor yours could take it. You never want to see poor sabo cry again 😭

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

hey could I be 🦕, if it's not taken?

I also have a request lol, could u do a meltdown comfort fic? ( definitely not requesting this be I had a meltdown over not having the right pasta sauce for my comfort/safe food) like where a male reader has a bunch of little things built up and it spills over when there's no more of readers comfort/safe food and they end up lashing out and having a meltdown because of it

anyways have a good evening,thx!

Hiya, I'm really sorry thats taken 😔 (I need to make a list lmao) - assuming you're not the other 🦕 anon currently in my drafts 😅

I hope this is okay, I don't have autism or meltdowns, so feel free to let me know if I've gotten anything wrong. I don't think the reader in this has a meltdown, he was distressed and then stims to regulate his emotions. But yeah, feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong, I don't want to offend anyone or anything.

Warnings: reader is distressed, meltdown

"(Y/N)? What's wrong-"

"Can you just fuck off?!" Everyone falls silent as the words burst from your mouth. You immediately look down, mentally scolding yourself for yelling at Hotch like that. Hotch. Of all people. Who had been nothing but kind to you since you joined. Who always made sure you were okay. Who was also your boss. "I- I'm sorry-" Your voice is quiet and Hotch has to strain his ears to hear you.

Instead of yelling, like everyone assumed he would, his gaze softens as he looks at you. "How about we head up to my office for a few minutes, okay?" His voice is reassuring and is doing nothing for your guilt and the dread for what he would say when it was just the two of you.

You hadn't meant to snap at him, but everything had just built up and built up and it was your tipping point. You should have just gone home.

It had started this morning when it turns out you had run out of milk - meaning you couldn't have cereal and a cup of coffee for breakfast. Then, you couldn't find the socks you had planned on wearing, you missed the early bus because of how long you had tried to find the socks you wanted to wear, and that made you almost late for work. And then, when you opened the fridge, it turns out someone had eaten the last of your safe foods you kept stocked up in the fridge.

You knew no one on the team would have taken it, they knew you were particular about your food (that's how you had worded it when you first joined the team - they knew the reasoning behind it now, of course but its still how you described it). And they always tried their best to make sure that you had food in the fridge that you liked.

You follow him to his office silently, you don't miss the look he shoots the rest of the team - who quickly make themselves look busy. So you don't feel more on edge than you already do. Your heart twinges at this. You had just yelled at him and here he was, being incredibly sweet to you.

When you reach his office, he shuts the door gently behind him and motions to the couch, you sit. "You don't have to speak until you're ready, whatever you need to do to help regulate your emotions is okay."

You take a moment to process his words before you give a small nod. It takes a few seconds before you gently start to rock, humming gently to yourself. Hotch sits down on the couch, at the other end. He wanted you to know he was there if you needed him, but enough space to do what you needed to. He slowly picked up the book on the coffee table, flicking to the page he was currently on.

Eventually, when your stimming comes to an end, Hotch closes the book. He had been keeping a close eye on you, not really paying attention to the book. He had just wanted to make you comfortable.

"You weren't reading," You state quietly.

"I wasn't," Hotch says with a nod.

"Thank you," You reply. You knew what he was doing - he had done it a few times during similar situations.

"That's alright," He gives a small (rare) smile, "Did you want to talk about what's going on?"

"It's just been a bad day." You shrug, "No coffee, no breakfast, wrong socks, and now no safe food," You felt your cheeks tint pink ever so slightly in embarrassment.

Hotch just nods, "I understand. What snack in particular were you craving?"

"I wanted a chocolate muffin," You shrugged, running a hand over your face. All you could think about was how stupid this all was.

"Is that the Starbucks one?" When you nod, Hotch smiles slightly and rummages about in his desk. "I had a feeling that this might happen at some point. So I stocked up on your safe foods." He said, pulling out a muffin. "There you go. As for drinks, take whatever you fancy,"

You look up, eyes slightly wide at the unexpected kindness. "Thank you,"

"That's alright, and (Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"Anytime you're feeling overwhelmed, or if the day isn't going quite right, you're more than welcome to come sit up here, okay?"

"Okay."

[alxtiny]

Hi! So I've been having THE WORST headaches of my life these past couple of days (I almost never get headaches so when I do it really takes a toll on me😔) and I was wondering if I could request just a cute fluff with yunho or jongho helping reader's headaches? Thx!💗💗

Headaches | Choi Jongho x Reader

Synopsis: where jongho helps relieve your headache

Pairing:  Choi Jongho x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff, comfort

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: will cause Jongho missing hours

Notes: missing Jongho hours 😭😭😭 also thank you for requesting anon I hope you like it !!!

masterlist 

You sat at your desk, staring at your computer screen with bleary eyes, the familiar pulsating ache in your temples reminding you that it was one of those days again. Your job required you to spend long hours in front of a computer, and the constant exposure to screens had started taking a toll on your health. Lately, headaches had become a regular companion, and today it was particularly bothersome.

"Ugh, not again," you muttered, massaging your temples with your fingers in a futile attempt to ease the pain. You had tried everything - taking breaks, adjusting your screen's brightness, and even using blue light glasses, but nothing seemed to provide lasting relief. It was frustrating, to say the least.

Enter Jongho, your caring boyfriend. Jongho was not only the sweetest person you'd ever met but also a fantastic problem solver. He always knew how to make you feel better, and you were grateful for that. He had noticed your discomfort. He was watching TV in your living room, but he couldn't ignore your occasional wince and sigh from the next room.

He decided it was time to intervene and make you feel better. He got up from the couch, quietly entered your office, and softly whispered, "Y/N, are you okay?"

You turned your head, blinking at the sudden interruption. "Jongho, hey. Its just work, I have to spend so much time in front of the computer, and it's really starting to get to me. I've tried everything to reduce these headaches, but nothing seems to work."

Jongho walked over to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, concern etched across his handsome face. "You don't have to suffer in silence, love. Let me take care of you."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded in agreement. Jongho had a way of making everything feel better. "Alright, what's your plan?"

"First, let's get you away from this screen," he said, saving your work and shutting your computer. "Now, what's your favorite food?"

You thought for a moment, the pain in your head making it hard to concentrate. " (Food of choice) ," you finally replied.

Jongho grinned, pleased with your choice. " (food of choice) it is, then."

He ordered your favorite dish from the best place in town, and while you waited for it to arrive, he set up a cozy spot for the two of you in the living room. He dimmed the lights and lit some scented candles.

Once the food arrived, you both sat cross-legged on the floor, indulging in delicious bites of the delicacy. Jongho watched you closely, a small smile playing on his lips as he noticed your headache slowly subsiding.

"You're amazing, Jongho," you said between bites. "This is exactly what I needed."

He winked at you. "I aim to please."

After finishing the sushi, Jongho decided to brew some hot chamomile tea. He carefully prepared the tea and brought it to you, placing it on the low table in front of you. The soothing aroma filled the room as you took a sip.

"This is perfect," you sighed, feeling more relaxed with each passing moment.

Jongho scooted closer and took your hand in his. "I'm glad you like it, Y/N. Now, how about a little head massage?"

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion as you nodded quickly. 

With gentle hands, Jongho began massaging your temples, his fingers working their magic to alleviate the tension. As he massaged, you both started sharing stories.

 

Jongho recounted hilarious moments with his ATEEZ members, from their misadventures during practice to their crazy antics on tour. You couldn't help but laugh at his animated storytelling, feeling your headache vanish into thin air.

In return, you regaled Jongho with your work stories, describing the quirky characters and absurd situations you encountered in your office. His laughter was like music to your ears, and you cherished this intimate moment of connection.

Soon your headache had completely disappeared, thanks to Jongho's care and the much-needed distraction he had provided.

Jongho leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Feeling better now?"

"Thanks for everything today, Jongho," you said sincerely, titling your head back into his lap and staring into his eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Remember, whenever you're in pain, I'll always be here to pamper you and make you smile."

You cuddled closer, feeling safe and loved in Jongho's arms. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hey, 🧀 anon here! Since you haven’t watched Made in Abyss, I’ll keep the request for another time >->

But, since the requests are closing soon (congrats on 100 followers btw), I came up with a different request: Can I please have some headcanons for Eula, Lumine and Jean with a reader that fights with a frying pan? They have formal training in sword fighting, but they use a frying pan cause they like to hear it go “bonk” when it hits things. (Can be romantic or platonic, up to you). Thx!✌🏽

(A pleasure to make your acquaintance 🧀 Anon! And I intend to watch made in the abyss one day so I’ll be sure to say when I do! Also, thanks! Still not sure what in the world I did to get 100 followers but I’ll ensure I don’t disappoint! Also, for some reason I decided to be sad for Jean's part, my apologies)

NOW THEN! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Warnings: Slight Angst for Jean's part

Lumine

Lumine was convinced you needed serious help the first time she saw you wander out of Mondstadt with a beat up frying pan that had a very long handle and a commission for a hilichurl encampment in hand.

Turns out, you did not need help, at least not with the Hilichurls.

Lumine still thinks that you need some serious mental help for fighting with only a frying pan and a pyro vision because “You like the funny sound” your pan makes when cracking someone’s head open like an egg.

And what makes it worse is that you know how to use a sword!

Hell! You're probably one of the best duelists in Mondstadt even with the frying pan! 

With an actual blade you’d probably be one of the best in Teyvat!

Lumine has seen you fight people like Jean and you nearly took her head off several times with that damn pan!

It was infuriating to her!

She has no Idea why it does either!

Well that's a lie, she knows exactly why it infuriates her but she won’t admit it.

Ever.

Or at least until she can prove that you need to use something else aside from a large frying pan.

Unfortunately people from all over have yet to force you on the back foot due to how unorthodox you and your pan is.

Catching the tips of spears and swords in the pan before redirecting them and using your new position to slam the side of the pan into their faces.

Blocking greatsword swings with the back of the pan before pushing the attacker off balance and countering.

Swiping away arrows and catalysts before hitting them with a storm of blows.

An almost perfect balance of offense and defense that was effective in duels and against handfuls of attackers and useful against hordes when paired with your Pyro vision.

She can count the amount of times she’s seen you use an actual sword on one hand minus four fingers.

And even then that was only when you were faced with a small army of ruin sentinels!

AND YOU STILL HAD THE PAN IN YOUR OTHER HAND!

So eventually Lumine had to admit that she would never find a way to stop you and your pan shenanigans.

But in doing so she had to admit something to herself she’d much rather not.

As she traveled with you, got to know you and tried to get you to pick up an actual weapon.

She had fallen for you and your antics.

The Traveler and her Pan Wielding compatriot with their mascot, Emergency Food!

It sounded like a bad circus act.

But she had to admit.

She liked the way it sounded in her head.

Eula Lawrence

Eula was someone who most people avoided interacting with or talking to.

Even still, she knew of you.

Hell, everyone knows of you.

Kind of hard to miss the adventurer who swings a pan around in place of a sword because of a love for the sound it makes when cracking open a skull.

That and no one understood why such a grand duelist never used a sword.

Yeah, most people tend to give you a wide berth.

Almost as wide as the one people gave Eula.

And considering you both ran in the same circles you two were bound to run into each other eventually.

When the two of you finally did run into each other, it was an interesting event.

Mostly because you killed a Lawlachurl by crushing its skull with your pan and laughing maniacally.

Eula knew then and there that you were the type of person who didn’t care about appearances or social faux pas.

It was something Eula thought more people needed.

And it was something that made Eula begin to take interest in you.

That and your propensity for violence with cooking utensils.

So the two of you began to get to know each other.

And in the process Eula realized something else about you.

You were exactly the type of person she liked.

And you were the person she had fallen for.

Jean Gunnhildr

You and Jean had known eachother since the both of you were young enough to run through the fields and streets of Mondstadt without care.

Long enough to develop a crush on you.

Despite your… love for swinging a Frying Pan over people’s heads.

Jean truly has no Idea what was going through your mind when you decided to have a Frying Pan as your weapon.

Especially since you were one of the best duelists she knew.

But considering the… personality quirks of everyone she knew…

You were by far one of the more normal people in her group of friends.

But Jean loathed to admit that, all because of that one word.

Friends.

That's all the both of you were to each other, no matter how much she wanted to change it.

What a cowardly woman she was.

But no longer, she was the one who was to be named the Acting Grandmaster once Grandmaster Varka left on his expedition.

That is when she will ask you.

When she’s backed by the strength and bravery of those who came before her.

Unfortunately, the world had decided against something like that happening just yet.

As you were one of the knights chosen to leave with Grandmaster Varka.

And Jean had no idea.

At least until she walked into your room, only to find it barren with a note addressed to her on the bed.

A note that told her that the both of you felt very much the same about one another.

A note that would be the last she heard of you for a very, very long while.

[wlw-imagines]

Space Oddity - Clarke Griffin/Reader (The 100)

prompt: "can i have a clarke griffin imagine where the reader dies in the culling up in space in seasn 1 and clarke finds out? thx!!!" - anon 

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing + the drama lmao  

Her Dad's Floating

"Clarke." You opened your arms just in time for her to collapse in them, sobs shaking her whole body.

"He's gone. My dad's gone and I just watched. I didn't do a single thing."

"You couldn't do anything."

"It's all my fault." She stared off into space for a few moments before you managed to ground her again, bringing her back to reality.

"None of this is your fault." You looked her in the eye, holding her chin in your hand. You gently brought her lips to yours, placing a soft kiss on them. She didn't react at first so you pulled away, not wanting to force feelings onto her. Before you could properly pull away, you felt her hand grip the back of your neck, pulling you back into her.

You could taste her salty tears on her lips and you wish you could have done something, anything, to prevent this. You pulled apart at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the two of you. Guards were instantly filling the room causing you to protectively wrap your arms around Clarke, glaring at anyone that made a move towards you.

"I should go." Clarke sniffed and you frowned. "All my drawings are in my box, look after them for me. I wouldn't want anyone else to have them. They're all for you, I've been saving them to give to you."

"No, Clarke, don't. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I do but some battle can't be won Y/N." She shook her head when you went to protest, "I'll see you soon."

You nodded in understanding, letting Clarke do what was best, "I love you. See you soon, Space Oddity."

The Radio

"Clarke. Someone's on the radio for you." Raven smirked as she swung down from the drop ship.

"If it's my mother then tell her I don't want to talk right now." Clarke seethed, picking at the fraying cloth of her shirt.

"Nope, the request was from a little someone called Y/N. She asked for her, and I quote, 'Space Oddity'." Just the thought of talking to Y/N made Clarke's insides go fuzzy, her heart skipping a few beats as she ran towards the radio.

"Move, let me talk." She demanded. Everyone simply did as they were told, not wanting to get in-between Clarke and Y/N's reunion. "Y/N, baby? Can you hear me?"

"Clarke? Is that actually you? You sounds so much like... my god! You sound like my Clarke! I've missed you so much!" You laughed. Everyone witnessing the conversation couldn't stop a smile from spreading on his or her face at the sound of happiness - something everyone was gravely missing at the moment.

"Of course it's me, you idiot." She sniffed. "I've missed you. EVerything about you."

Your voice crackled due to the bad reception and there was a slight pause before the comment came through, "Yeah? Two seconds of talking and you're already insulting me, calling me an idiot, you little shit."

"Whatever." She laughed, "you will honestly love Earth when you come down here. The smells, the sights, the colours. I promise, you'll fall in love, Y/N." A grin covered your face at the thoughts of being on Earth with Clarke.

"I've already fallen in love, Clarke. I love you and you don't know how much I want to kiss you right now." You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling, letting a deep sigh escape your lips. "It's been a while."

Tears began to sting Clarke's eyes, "I'll see you soon." She was interrupted by the noise of a heavy static ringing in her ears, the connection had been broken. "I love you." Clarke whispered into the now-useless radio. "I love you Y/N."

The Culling

"Abby!" You pushed through the volunteers lining up to take part in the culling, trying to get to the front of them.

"Y/N, I don't think you should be here to see this. Listen, go back to the hospital wing and we can talk there. Please." She cut you off, kissing your forehead. You smiled grimly and shook your head slightly, taking a shaky breath.

You shut your eyes and thought of Clarke, you were doing this for her and Abby. "Please, can you give this to Clarke?" You asked, sliding your ring off your finger and kissing it softly before holding it out for Abby to take.

"Look, I don't have the time right now. We can talk la-" She stopped herself when you slipped your shoes off, throwing them to the side of the hallway. You forced Abby's hands around your ring and stepped towards Jaha. "Y/N?" Her voice showed panic as she gripped onto your arm. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm doing what's right, Abby. Tell her I love her everyday." You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Clarke needs you more than she needs me. You need to get down to her, look after her." You tried to give her a reassuring smile. "And you need oxygen to do that. Listen, Clarke can find love again but she'll only ever have one mother."

"No, I can't let you do this. I am not letting you go in there." Abby shook her head, holding onto you even more firmly.

"I'm sorry but you don't have a choice, Abby." You shook your head, avoiding her glance as a tear rolled down her cheek. The two of you had grown a close bond, almost as if she were your own mother and so saying goodbye was hard. Especially since you weren't only saying goodbye to Abby but to Clarke as well.

You nodded your head at Kane who shook your hand. Abby shook her head again and stepped forward, "Y/N, you are not going into that room, I forbid it." She clenched her jaw, trying to act more brave than she felt.

"Yes, I am. I love you. Make sure Clarke knows I love her and stop her from doing anything too stupid." You smiled and took a few steps back. Kane wrapped his arms around Abby before she could follow and you watched as she struggled against him.

Jaha stepped forwards and shook your hand, "Thank you for doing this, Y/N. You will forever be remembered."

"Hell yeah, I will be." You mumbled, nodding at him before entering the room. You looked around at the citizens before you; most of whom were leaving so that loved ones could live. You spotted an empty corner and made your way towards it, pulling some items out of your pockets before you sat down and got comfortable.

I'll always protect you.

You laid Clarke's drawings in front of you, all the ones that you had collected over the years. Small doodles of you sleeping, sketches of your kisses, space and all it contained. Amongst the drawings were love letters, memories, jokes that were messily scrawled down, notes that were not so secretly passed in class. All tied up with a piece of string.

You will love Earth, I promise, you'll fall in love Y/N.

I've already fallen in love, Clarke.

Before you knew it your eyes were feeling heavy and you were losing your vision, you could no longer see the drawings in front of you. You took all the strength your body had left to clutch the pictures to your heart and send one last thought to Clarke, the girl you would do anything for.

Tell her I love her. —

"Where is she? Can anyone see Y/N Y/L/N? Please?" Abby rushed through, pushing past others as gently as she could. As soon as she saw you her heart seemed to stop beating, "Oh god, what have we done?"

She made her way through the dead until she got to you. Your eyes were still open, set on the package you had clutched in your hand. Abby choked back a sob and put her hand over her mouth before bending down and gently closing your eyes. She held your face in her hands and kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, your nose and your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry that I let this happen." Her fingers fumbled as she took the bundle out of your hands. She couldn't bear to even glance at them so she immediately clasped her hands around it, silently swearing that they would soon be with Clarke.

Earth

"Mom?" Clarke whimpered as her eyes fluttered open. She was laying on a bed in the medical ward, weak and tired.

"Clarke, you need to rest." Abby stroked her daughter's cheek and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"I want to see Y/N. She came down here with you, right?" Clarke pushed herself up, or at least attempted to.

Octavia shuffled forwards from the shadows and put a hand on her friend's shoulder, "Clarke, you should listen to your mom."

"No, I need-" She protested, struggling to get out of everyone's sudden grip on her. She hesitated and relaxed momentarily, letting out a small defeated sigh. She looked into her mother's eyes, begging. "Mom, please. Just let me see her. I need her."

Living on Earth without you for the past few months had felt like hell and hearing your voice on the radio once or twice ages ago wasn't enough. She needed to feel you, smell you, touch you, love you, and kiss you. She had already been made to wait too long and now people were just wasting her time.

Clarke's heartbeat quickened when she saw the looks passed around the room. She stubbornly looked everyone dead in the eye yet they all would immediately avert their gaze. It was at that moment that something inside Clarke finally snapped.

"No. Look at me, Why aren't you looking at me? Bring Y/N to me. Now! Please." She cried out, verging on hysteria. Abby quickly ushered everyone out, her daughter needed time for grieving. "What the hell happened? What did you let her do?"

"She... She told me that she loves you Clarke." Abby crouched down, her throat already closing up. "She loved you so much. I swore to her that I would give you these." Abby gave the ring and the papers to her daughter who immediately burst into uncontrollable tears. "I'm so sorry, I tried."

"What happened? Please, mom, I need to know exactly. What the hell happened? Where is Y/N?"

"Y/N died, Clarke. She volunteered for the culling. I'm sorry." Abby could hardly put coherent sentences together. "She said she knows you can love again but-"

"No. No! I can't do this." Clarke shook her head. "I can't do this anymore. I'm too tired. Mom, help." Her voice shook and cracked, "I need Y/N, please."

"My baby, you've grown up too fast. I'm sorry, if there's anything I can do-"

"I need her. Bring her back to me mom." Clarke sobbed out, "I need Y/N."

[herzzgeist]

Hi emi, if the slot isn't taken already , I would love to read about a star gazing date with law.

Where we just talk about everything and nothing. And just share our secrets. A blushing law would be a lovely gift ☺️.

Thx for your writing.

Pairing: Law x gn!reader | Word count: 2.2k | Warnings: Light angst

Synopsis: It's brightness leads him home, his heart yearning to return to the north blue, albeit with grief and sorrow - missing the long lost loved ones. A man of his stature remembers the loneliness he endured. The past bears it's weight, crushing the Surgeon of Death's shoulders, yet you lighten the burden - for you offer him your hand, to be his new home.

A/N: . . AAA is all I can say. Stargazing is a classic! Just wholesome and fluffy. Thank you Anon for requesting this trope, I dearly hope you like it!

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

The stars expand over the dark blue above, enlightening the horizon in the faintest. Not all too far away from the coast, you hear the waves crashing upon the shore.

Salt and algae scents waft your way, mixing up with the soft odors of dew across the meadow. Comfortably lying on the lush green ground, you take a deep breath and close your eyes. It's been a long, straining day - and now you're finally able to turn off the worries and troubles lurking in your mind.

Besides your thoughts calming, your heart is on opposite terms, racing to the fact that you're awaiting a certain man, who should arrive any minute now.

Shifting nervously on the spot, your attempt to find your composure again, turns out to be for naught - coming to notice light footsteps heading your way, which elicits a skip of a beat in your chest.

"At least you could have told me where exactly we'd carry out this silly gesture.", the voice low and agitated, calls out to you and you straighten yourself instantaneously by the familiar tone of none other than the Surgeon of Death.

"Law! Took you long enough." - "Didn't I just tell yo- . . just terrific.", raising a brow at the sighing in aggravation man, it's impossible for you to contain a cheeky giggle. How you love to tease your Captain.

He takes a seat next to you and sets aside his nodachi, his gaze lifting to the skies. He is close, the warmth almost beaming over your whole being. It isn't easy for you to simply shuffle over to Law, wanting to nudge against his arm and lean your head onto his shoulder.

The gentle sounds of crickets coming from the grass and the ocean's tides lull you into a relaxed and content state, yet not to the fullest, for the man on your side is making things rather difficult to cope.

Thus you ask in shyness: "How did the discussion go with the Strawhats?" - "Nothing but a pain in the rear, if only he wouldn't be so reckless and negligent." Law's sound takes a exclusively sour note, indicating you not to tread any further regarding that topic, hence you try and change the subject.

"I heard there's a shop with rarities in the neighboring town. Maybe there's an addition to your coin collection available. We should visit it tomorrow!", is what you hint your Captain, slowly but surely scooting nearer to reduce the, though short, distance. Which were cold and stern just a moment ago, now are mellowed and calmed grey eyes, even only the mildest way noticable.

Law inhales deeply and pushes the air back through his lips in a forceful manner. It is then where you see his tension roll off of him, a small amused huff escaping in the process: "That actually sounds . . delightful." He looks at you from the side for a split second, before returning to look at the ocean of stars again.

The tranquil of this instant pauses as you out your inner child - chiming a rhyme in an almost melodic sense: "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."

When was the last time Law was so baffled, that he couldn't even remark one's doings with a sassy comment? Perhaps ages ago, until you came along on a fine evening like this, deciding to act all adolescent out of the blue. It's a highly regarded achievement, catching the Surgeon of Death off guard, thus he mumbles: "Never do this ever again." - "What? Didn't you wish upon a star as a kid before?"

Silence. Only grey torn open eyes bore questions into your soul - oh dear. "Wait, don't tell me you don't know what that is?" Still, no answer. With care, you advance into his overly mature mind, giving it a nudge towards infant experience.

"Concentrate on any star in the sky and repeat after me!" - "That's ridiculous.", the Captain doesn't stand a chance against your strong, or rather good will, and after uncountable times of you begging for him to join, he gives in.

Together, you harmonize the rhyme and see to the otherworldly scene above, uncountable stars appearing each minute. "See? Wasn't so hard was it?", you laugh, earning a click of Law's tongue in response.

Driven to see your Captain at least a tad bit happier than now, you take upon a quest of pure risque. You might get kicked out of the crew, but it's totally worth it, is what you think to yourself. So you indulge him with your childhood's secret: "Hey, let me tell you something. When I was little, I used to steal from the merchant stands ALOT."

"Explains your rogue behaviour to this day . .", Law simply huffs in nonchalant, opting you to theatrically gasp and play all appalled and shocked. Even he cannot hold in a small chuckle by the sight of your exaggerated acting, shaking his head.

However, it makes you wonder - what was that supernova like, when he was a boy? Climbing trees, exploring the homeland or play fights with friends? To your knowledge, at least so you heard, as a young one he used to be a talented and eager kid, striving to become a doctor like his father.

He lives up to his own expectations, in your opinion that is. Law's perception, understanding and implementation is ineffable. The devil fruit powers he possesses, granting him abilites to analyse and treat with ease, are his strongest suit - making him one of a kind.

"I bet you were a little rascal just like me!", you banter teasingly, a smirk planting over your lips, awaitingly bouncing on your behind, obviously curious about his reply. Not as intent as you, the doctor sighs: "You could call it that. Kids at school were scared of me. Ask me another question, but I merely dissected frogs and other smaller creatures to study anatomy and-"

Interrupted by your outburst, your laughter entices him to snort along with you, yet furrows his brows in confusion. "What's so funny?" - "I can only imagine what it looked like, you merely holding a dead animal in your hands, presenting it to your screeching in terror friends.", though the pictures in your head seem innocent, they do bear a sad aspect.

Given his reaction, he didn't have many, or even any friends, did he? You only dare to ponder.

Serene atmosphere cradles the both of you, the horizon growing darker and darker by the second. After a while, you decide to break the awkward silence once more, now sitting this close, your arm grazes his: "Did you ever feel . . lonely?" You never waver from the glowing lights, entranced by the tranquil nature and influence.

"Lonely?", uncertain of your sudden approach, Law turns to face you, attentive to meet your gaze. As you finally do, he averts: "I have a crew to attend to, how can I feel lonesome?" - "You're a bad liar, Captain."

Appalled, he gapes at you, his frown about to form into an upturned 'U'. "Are you questioning your superior?" - "It's common sense, almost everyone felt lonely at least once in their lives.", your quick retort takes Law aback, leaving him rather speechless for a moment. So he lies down, crossed arms serving as a cushion on the back of his head to ease the posture.

"Then if you're so sure, what are you asking me for?" - "To show empathy and understanding.", his snappy backtalk gets outranked by an honest answer, a wholesome one to say the least. This he didn't expect, by all means, such pitty isn't in his book, but who is he to deny your kindness - though with difficulty.

He surrenders and gives you a long lasting stare, following your every move as you lay down next to him: "Maybe I was lonely at times. If it weren't for Bepo, Shachi and Penguin . . I couldn't even tell where I would be today."

His deepest thoughts are laid bare, evoking something vulnerable in him. "If you dare share the details of tonight's conversation, I'll see your body parts stuck beside the Tang.", Law's threat incites you, for you end up being quite flustered and scared simultaneously. To your abashment you flail your hands: "N-No don't worry, those lips are sealed."

Those lips - sealed? Why, there is a way to fulfil just that. Either cut them off and throw them into the deepest and darkest pits of the sea or . . put his own on y-

'What am I thinking?' rushes through the Captain's mind, surprised by his own ambiguity. Quick to rid these nefarious ideas, Law enquires back: "Were you feeling . . alone too? At some point of your life?"

"Yes. Many times. Until you asked me to join your crew . . ", you reminisce in your past, images appearing of your former self you now declare as 'dead' - you are not the person you used to be. On the contrary, to this day you are what you deem confident and powerful. All thanks to the Heart pirates, thanks to him.

A deft and low 'oh' rumbles out of Law, as if apologising for not finding you sooner. Humming contently, you assure him, blowing away any upcoming doubts or regrets: "I am glad you took me in. All these years together with you guys, up to no good - solving mysteries, fighting tough battles - it's a thrilling life, which I am honored to take part in.", you turn your head and face him, the gras rustling from the movement, adding, "Thank you for being my safe space . ."

The Surgeon of Death falls silent, haltingly letting his grey orbs hover over to you. It's to his uncertainty, insecurity that he isn't able to utter the words that pile up in his short circuiting brain.

And then there you are. You smile - warmly and with a spark in your eyes that leaves your Captain breathless. Be that as it may, he is strong enough to supress the redness threatening to overcome his cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he catches your attention by pointing at the dark blue, adorned with white specks, in hopes to avoid any further profound subjects. "Will you look at that. See that star formation looking like a pan? That's the big dipper.", he wise-cracks, his finger following the invisible lines and connecting the dots.

"Right above is the little dipper. You should see a bright shining star on it's tail." - "That's the north star, yes?", he continues in a whisper and confirms your query with a little 'correct'. The night's ambience fills your ears, for other creatures like frogs chime in to the musical interlude of late hours. Even an owl hoots it's opinions into the near by woods.

Staring at the brightest of stars, you adjust to the gentle frequences: "Aren't you from the north blue, Captain?" Simultaneously you stare at eachother, him replying your curiosity in swift: "Indeed. It's my-" he stops mid-sentence, reconsidering wether to speak his mind or keep it from you, yet he goes with the initial, "-home."

There is that aura of sorrow and loss looming over the man laying beside you, telling you he suffered and endured things you dare not even think of. Might explain his restless researches for history and endless nights of insomnia consuming every fibre of his being.

You see how his arm, which pointed at the sky, lowers to the ground again, visibly tense. Restricted by your own inner suspense, slightly jittery fingers drift towards his hand.

"(Y/n)-ya, what are you doing?", although not keen on your unannounced touch, your pinkies interlace - Law recognises a familiar sensation of his heart picking up the pace to upbeat.

Well, what are you doing? You're not certain yourself, but it surely feels . . nice. His skin is tender, oddly enough - given the fact his inked hands are in constant straining use and appear rough and calloused.

Still fixated on the north star, you utter: "You know, home isn't a place, it's a person. So," your small finger grips tighter around your Captain's and you shift nearer to him "we have eachother."

You are close. So much so he can feel your breath fanning against his neck. Law grits his teeth in annoyance, however the faint of a blush begins to spread all over his face. Unfortunately, that display is barely visible to you, but you can detect his unease through his nervous shuffles and huffs.

"How much I hate when you're doing that . .", he growls, heaving himself onto his side to look at you properly and . .

. . braids his adorned digits among yours, holding your hand tight "but promise me we'll never be lonely again and find home in one another."

Emotions about to catch onto your lashes, your lips curl slightly, mumbling in reassurance: "I promise. Let the north star be your reminder, that you'll never be alone."

With half lidded eyes, face mellow and hand caressing your wrist, Law dearly hopes for your words to be true.

This night, a man with a heart of a broken boy, wished upon a star, wishing to never lose home, never lose his loved ones.

[nightinjapan]

❄Aw this was so fun and sweet to make!❄ ❄Thx for the ask, Anon^^❄ ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ ❄Warnings: Unprotected sex, Cock warming, Dom!//but sweet^^//Pro Hero! Deku, squirting, cream pie (s), idek LMAO

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ ❄Winter Love~ ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ Izuku opens the front door entering his shared apartment with you. He had brought in a few bags of groceries and some snacks you requested. He wore two jackets because he hated being cold and it was a pure blizzard in Japan tonight . "I'm home!" He yelled in his usual cheerful tone but it was clear he was freezing cold. You jumped up from the bed and ran to him like a child "Izuku!" you hugged him tightly not caring about the snow on him "How did you get home?! The storm is so bad, are you ok?!" You worried for him when he came back as always. It could be summer and you'd ask him if he got a heat rash or something. You knew being with the number one would make you this way and you hopped he didn't mind it. He took off his jacket layers so he could wrap his strong arms around your body properly. "Oh I uhh.. I took the bus.. but I stopped at the store to get a few things and walked the rest of the way.." he held the back of your head placing a tender kiss on your cheek with a whisper "I missed you!" You smile and after his soft lips met your cheek you melt.. There isn't anything in the world better than his kisses and hugs and cuddles and- HIM "I missed you too..." the wind hits the windows again making that sound you hate and you hide your face on his chest "w-when will the storm stop..?" he just walked in and you barely even let him leave his things at the door. You're spoiled and he loves all of it. He kisses your forehead and after putting away the groceries he picks you up walking to your shared room. He's a very cuddly person. He loves the feeling of your embrace. He sets you down onto the bed "I haven't seen you all day and I wanna cuddle.." he pouts climbing into the bed with you. You opened your arms making grabby hands after pausing the TV and turning it off "Gimmie my number one big baby" He smiled softly as he cuddled into your soft chest warming up to your embrace "mmmn.." he hummed softly. You smile and wrap your arm around his neck and put a hand on the back of his head "my 'zuku..." you coo out softly. As you were about to wrap your lefts around him you notice something... You're wet... your eyes widen a bit as you close your legs trying to think of why you're so turned on my cuddling and it makes you feel like a pervert... But then you look down at Izuku's body... All close to you... His welcoming sent and soft skin touching yours.. You're in heaven... You just pull the comforter over you both so he wouldn't notice what was going on. He looked up at you clueless as to what was on your mind. Little did you know he was thinking the same. His hand made it's way down your waist "I'm cold too.." he whispered as he kissed you softly before pulling back to speak "Mind Warming me up..?~" he raised a brow referring to intimacy. You two obviously know each other like the back of your hands.. especially what you're both into in bed. Izuku is surprisingly a freak in the sheets but.. he wanted to take it easy for tonight. You don't know nor understand how this man can read your mind but he always does some how. You blush softly and move your hand that was resting on his soft grass like hair "Of course not..~" you remove your panties and go to pull his boxers down just enough so that his beautiful cock is let free "It'll cost you though..~" you teasingly say and are honestly messing with him. He looked over at you with a pout "I bought you snacks thoughh!" He playfully whined resting a hand on your thigh. You sigh and roll your eyes. You can never resist his pout face "ugggh... Why do you have to be so cute?- yeah you did.. Alright you win.." you smile at the little play time you two just had but get back to work. Shifting so you're ready to go. After kissing his soft freckled cheek you grab his length aiming it to your wet entrance and slowly start to go down on him with huffs and soft moans "h-hnnah..~ mmmm...~"

He lifted his chest with a soft moan as he pulls you down, his body shivers "s-so warm..~~" he huffed "s-stay just like this.. don't move yet.." he seemed to really enjoy just feeling your walls engulfing him. You get surprised off this but after your hips meet you stay there panting softly from how big he is. Your walls fluttering round him and you always wonder how your little cunt takes him on fully. Of course he had to train and molt your pussy to be his but even still it surprises you "m-mmmmh...~ aaaaaahhh...~ mm...~ 'L-Love you..~" you kiss his lips softly. He presses his lips against yours making his way down to your neck "Mmmn.. Love you s-so much..~~" "love y-ou more...~" You enjoy this moment of embrace because who knows what tomorrow holds.. What if he has to go on another month to 5 month mission? He came back to you today but what if...- Just what if.... with out knowing as you go into deep thought of the negative you hold onto him a bit tighter as your eyes start to fill with tears you lowly sniff and start to hiccup because of it... You try to keep these sounds down but it was already heard by him. He softly rubs your back "(Y/n)..? Baby..?" He took notice to your sudden distress and held you closer wrapping his strong thighs around you keeping you in place as he ran his fingers through your hair "Shhh.. you're okay.. You're alright.." he comforted you with his soft words, You wipe your tears and melt into him again. "'m...s..sOrry.." you look at him and hold his cheek "you're s-so... you just..." you exhale "such an angel... I.... don't ever w-want'lose you.."

His eyes widen before he looks at you sympathetically "Love.. that won't ever happen.. I'll never, ever leave your side.." he cups your cheek "I will stay.. and I will fight with you until we retire.. and even then I'll still be here.. always.. even far apart we are still together.. in here.." the hand on your cheek moved to where your heart is. That touched your heart so much that you have to bite your lip in effort to not sob on him "oh, Izuku..." you start to smile softly "sometimes I... feel like I'm just dreaming..." You put your hands on his chest "there's no way you're real... you're too good for this world and for me...." you let out a slight laugh still trying to stop your previous emotions you both nuzzle noses lightly for a second. He let's out a soft chuckle "likewise.. sometimes I think you're too good for me.. but.." he grinds slightly up against you with a soft moan "I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you.. I'm so lucky that you're mine..~" his voice became slightly higher and more erotic. "hah..~" You get reactivated lust being your only feeling as all your worries start going away remembering your man is inside you. You start to whine wanting him to move more "hmmnn...~ Izzy...~" you say in a pleading tone. He leans into your ear with a soft and desperate whine. He spoke "Ride me, Baby..~" he held your hips with his scarred but gentle hands. You feel a shiver go down your spine as you let out a tiny moan from his demand. You move an inch and it made him brush on your gspot "n-nAh..~" you put your dainty hands on is chest and sit up. You slowly move up off him and watch as his huge member leaves you letting out lewd sounds as it turns you on having a bit of self pride that you could take him on despite your body size difference "mmmhh...~ ' f-feel so..~ big I-Izu...~ so..~ hahnnmm..~ big f-for me...~" you manage to mumble out softly. He smiled looking up at you with a lovesick gaze "J-Just for you..!!~ Only you..~ Nnnhh..!!~~" he moans bucking his hips upward. You hated to do this because he might whine from it and you can't stand that cute face of his... But you wanna see him go crazy. You keep the same.. s l o w... l o n g... pace as you let out moans and get embarrassed from the sulking wet sounds that filled the room "h-mmm...~ aaaaaah....~" you start giving him high praises to push even further "m-m--ah..!~ my Izuku..~ m-my strong...nnnh..~ number one hero...~ my Deku..~" you say to him in the most cutest yet lewd voice you could pull from your voice box. He looks up at you biting his lip intensely. He moans out "Y-You know what that does to me.. that voice of yours..!~~ I-Im warning you..!~" he whined. You act dumb and look at him innocently "Wh-What do you mean..?~" you close your eyes moaning in the same tone. His breathing becomes more uneven as his cock twitches "That tone you're using..!~" he bites his lip harder. You were on thin ice and you knew it so you keep going because its not like he can grab you like a feather and do his way with you, right? "mhg-mmm..!~ ' j-just my normal vo-ice...~ a-AHa..!~" you whine "c-can't get enough o-of...!~ y-you..!~ s-o powerful..!~ A-H..!~" you're acting, yes but you'd be saying the some things in your normal voice too. "Babyy..!!~" he warned again, a lustful gaze clearly in his eyes for you. He licked his lips hungrily. All you do is made a loud enough moan to over due his voice "hn-!~ AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaahaaaaah...!!!!~ y-you fit me s-o p-perfectly..!~" "That's... it.." he growls flipping positions pinning you beneath him with a feral look in his eyes "you know exactly what you're doing.." he huffed in a low, lustful tone "you asked for this..~" he immediately starts pounding you deep and rough letting out his most Erotic lewd sounds ever. He's completely lost himself in you.

Your eyes widen and before you could open your mouth to speak you scream "I d-AAAH..!!~ O-OH G- IZ-AAAAGH..!!!!~" you grab one of his arms and use your other hand to cover your mouth shut knowing the neighbors will hear you "MMMMH..!!!~ MMNGH...!!!~" even still your muffled moans are bouncing off the walls as tears start to fill the corner of your eyes and drool sneaks past your hand. He huffs "l-let me hear you..!~" he whines and lifts your hips up a bit and starts to drill you hitting your gspot perfectly but carefully. You calmed down for the few seconds it took him to reposition you removing your hand slowly "h-hm--nAHAH..!!!~" then you get shot back up to heaven as you grip the sheets in effort to not give him a scratched up back "Z-HnGHA..!!~" forming words becomes a thing of the past.

He keeps an arm holding you up as he uses his hand to rub your clitoris " 's o-hn..!~ o-okay, sweetheart..!~ d-don't worry about th-e neighbors..~ f-focus on me..!~ sing f'me (Y/N)..!~" he pants and the coldness of the storm outside melted away from the both of you the heat from the activeness from you both in the air. You mewl and whine, your head rolling back as you do focus on him. You can't help but focus on him. He's inside you, speaking to you, his sent in the air. then you begin to feel something "A-AAAH..!!~ Z-ZU-..!~ EH..?!~" you see a knot every time he pulled in and out your eyes widen. Its him bulging you. You swear to god he's grown MORE since a few minutes ago. His eyes stayed on yours until he noticed you looking "Y-You feel that, baby..?~ mmmh..!~ s-see how well y-ou take m-me..?~" he cranes over to give you a cheek kiss reminding you that he's still your sweet bean but he's about to push you further and after getting back up he gives you a lustful stare "Look at me, honey..~" You try you're best to look at him even though everything's hazy blushing hard off his words "H-HMMH..!!~" "let's see h-how much of a mess you m-ake for me..~" He does this one...particular... yummy... HARD thrush of his hips RIGHT on to your gspot and keeps his eyes on you. You gasp and the next thing you know before you can even make a sound you're gushing. Squirting and cumming on him like a broken dam. Then when it hits you you whine and scream louder than you have all night "IZUKU-AAAAAAAAGH...!!!!!!~ NAAAAAAAGH...!!!!~ A-NGEEL..!!!!!~" you looked at him in the beginning of it but mid way you throw your head back closing your eyes as tears fall you forget to b r e a t h. He goes over the edge with all your wetness "NN-AAAH..!!~" he wraps him self around you and tenses up. after he comes down from his high he starts giving you soft kisses on your lips "mmmn..' love you... so much..." he whispers between kisses and soft pants his wet from sweat green curls touching your forehead. You shiver but not from the cold as you come down from heaven to meet your Angel as a panting blushy mess "z-zu..." you whine "y'm-ade me squirt.." after shifting so you're on top of him again he softly chuckles and caresses your cheek "it's okay, baby... I love your little messes..." You get flustered and pout "Stoooop..." you hide your face on his chest as you begin to get tired. He gives a soft smile and goes starts to get shy about something "u-uhm...mm... (Y/N)..? Wh--at if we- talked about having...- kids?..-" he stutters out a bit. Your eyes widen with a tiny gasp as he asks you the thing you've been wanting to ask him for so long. You knew more nights like this one were to come on his off days~

[red----son]

hello! :)

I’ve seen your comfort letters, and noticed how you’re also doing love letters, so may I request a love letter from Ao Lie from LMK? Ty! ^^

(P.S may I be referred to as 🐰 anon? Thx)

(hi welcome 🐰 anon! please enjoy your letter I did my best! )

Dear Y/n

how are you doing my dear? I've missed you so much! I hope you're doing well! I hate being this far away from you but I promise this journey will be over soon and we will be together again! Sun Wukong has been nothing but loud and feisty ever since this journey started.. he should calm down and enjoy the journey don't you think? Zhu Bajie or well I call him Pigsy is a great cook! he makes the best food! One day maybe you'll be able to try it! I have to go now Pigsy and Sun Wukong are fighting (again! They never get along!) I'll write you another letter soon!!

-love Ao Lie <33

[itsohh]

Price - Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting)

A/N: G/N reader, this one song tumblr won’t let me upload no matter if its live or not so u get a picture of what it WOULD look like if I could. Requested by anon. ‘for your character inspired things post, maybe price? :) pls & thx’

Summary: Waiting for John at a bar doesn't end up as planned when someone can't take no for an answer. Lucky for you, John is there to back you up in the fight that ensues.

Word Count: 481

Warnings: Sexual assault (ass slapped), violence

AO3 Masterlist Ask Game

He wasn’t going to be in town for long. Already due to meet with Laswell the next day, John knew he only had a little time to spend with you. Not enough time to go home with you and rest. John knew the second he came home, he wouldn’t want to leave. An old pub, one the pair of your frequent. A couple of drinks. Your suggestion for his problem. A suggestion that he had agreed to with open arms. What the pair of you hadn’t accounted for was a rather large rugby match on that night. You had arrived far earlier than him, nursing a drink at the bar.

“What's a pretty thing like you doing alone on a night like today?” The voice was unfamiliar, it wasn’t Johns that you turned to see. A young man, low cut shirt. If he didn’t have the distinct smell of alcohol on his breath he could have even been considered attractive.

“Waiting for my husband.” You rolled your eyes and turned away from him. Not getting the hint he laughed and you could hear him mutter something to his friends that were a few metres from him.

“Well, he ain’t here now is he?” A loud slap echoed and you jumped from the sting that radiated on your ass. There was a few snickering and hollering behind you. Blood pumped in your ears and slowly you turned towards the man. The bartender, a long-term friend of yours, locked eyes on you and without missing a beat put a chipped glass on the bar near you.

“Oh, if you wanted to play rough, why didn’t you say so?” Your hand made contact with the glass and smashed it into the side of his head. The man collapsed to the ground without a beat and his friends looked at you wide with fury. One stepped towards you, fist balled and really to go. Yet he was stopped by a hand that snatched his wrist.

“Five against one, that's hardly fair.” A flutter in your stomach formed at John's voice. He had seen the entire thing. His fist collided with the man much to his surprise. The man fell onto the floor from the impact, pushing stools over in the process. John ducked under a fist and behind one of them. He stepped on the back of the man's calf and pushed him to the floor.

Caught up in John's actions you nearly got hit by the pool cue that one of them had managed to grab. You managed to kick him back, foot square in his chest. You soon found your back pressed against Johnas you looked at the men recover but still of fire. “Wasn’t the night I had planned on but I can’t complain.”

“Just like old times John.”

“Just like how we met isn’t it?”

[azures-bazar]

Hiiiiii ! ❤️ I love your soft!Arthur one shots and was wondering if you could eventually write about female!reader comforting Arthur after a meltdown or something ! Like he had a very bad day or he just feels bad and cries and all but is too ashamed to show he's sad ! thx !!

Angel’s Tears 

Hey there anon, thank you for your request ! It means a lot &lt;3 I love writing sad stuff (don't ask why, it's my cup of tea), and soft/sad Arthur is a part of my fav subjects lol

I'm sorry if it took me so long, I got really busy with my job and my free time is mostly consisting in me resting while playing Cyberpunk 2077 lol. Having a new graphic card helps a lot.

I hope you'll like it despite these awful mistakes I've made !

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader 

Word count : 2.6k

Short summary : Arthur has been gone for three days and just came back after a dramatic set of events. You don’t want to leave him alone, so you’re taking him out for more privacy.

Warnings : mentions of torture and death

Tags : Chapter 3, Arthur is broken, angel tears, mentions of Isaac Morgan, you are Arthur’s treasure, soft boah, tears and kisses, some fluff, cute

It had been three days. Arthur had been gone for three days. This felt common for almost everyone around camp, but you genuinely thought he had been gone for weeks. You were used to have him wait for you by your tent every morning, sometimes passing his head between its flaps with a large smile. You loved being close to him when he was around camp, or when he was taking you to town. It was no secret for anyone that you had a little something for him, especially not to Mary-Beth. She had been quick to talk about this to Tilly, who told Karen, who then told Sean… who shouted about it all day long. That day, you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never come out of it. 

As far as you could recall, Arthur had spent his entire day blushing anytime your eyes would meet his. What a sweet thing you were, right here, probably loving him as much as he loved you ! Arthur was not good as talking about what he felt, but something you were sure about was the reciprocity of your feelings. You could easily tell he was sweet on you by the very beautiful look he was giving you, by his bright smile whenever he was seeing you after being gone for some time, by his overall attitude. What made him fall for you was the night you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder while listening to Javier’s ballads. He had carried you to your tent and did not let go all night long, appreciating the way you clung onto him, still leaving by the morning before anyone would spot him. 

His absence was noticeable, days felt rather dull whenever he was not waiting by your tent in the morning like he usually did. While you were on guard duty, you did your best to focus on the surroundings rather than think about him and feel this void surrounding you. You missed his embrace, his overall presence around camp. Even if Sean wanted to fill this emptiness by… forcing you into hugs you did not like, you counted each hour separating you from Arthur’s return, notting them on a paper in order to be more prepared for the next time. You knew he would most likely bring you something from his travels, or maybe not. You did not care, you just wanted him back at this point. 

"Guess who’s back !" Karen shouted from the camp’s entrance 

You were cleaning your riffle with Charles as you spotted Arthur coming back to camp. You calmly placed your riffle aside and approached him, noticing how pale Arthur was, how shocked he seemed to be, how much blood covered his shirt. He barely smiled at you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before taking a wad of cash from his satchel and moving straight to Dutch’s tent to give it to him before quickly heading to the water to wash himself before Ms. Grimshaw would force him to do so. As you watched him pass by Javier without saying a word, you understood he did not want to be bothered, leading you to swallow your desire for an embrace and head back to your riffle-cleaning. You knew Arthur did not like being bothered and wanted to give some space. 

"Looks like he's not alright." Charles noted, glancing at Arthur who was cleaning his shirt 

"I’ll let him cool down a bit." you answered, nervously rubbing your riffle’s trigger. "You know how he is when he’s not in the mood."

"Yes, but I guess you should do something anyway. Leaving Arthur like this ain’t a good idea, that’s for sure." 

You nodded at Charles' advice, taking a few more minutes to finish your chore before carefully walking to Arthur who was now sitting on his cot in a brand new shirt and a pair of clean trousers, staring into space without noticing you were actually standing right before him. You cleared your throat a little, not daring to touch him just yet. You knew how unpredictable Arthur’s reactions could be whenever he was lost in his thoughts and dragged back to reality, you had seen him slap Bill one day as he was just trying to catch his attention. 

"Excuse me, Arthur." you said 

Morgan gently turned his head to you, a sweet smile bloomed on his pale and haggard face. You felt something was wrong with him by the way his eyes spoke to you, filled with emptiness and melancholy. You had no idea about what Arthur had been up to, but the blood that was covering his him when he came back to camp made you supposed he got into a brawl, or maybe worse. Much worse. Arthur was a tough man, believing brawls were actually quite enjoyable when you had the advantage over the situation. You strongly believed something bad had happened. 

"I’m heading to town." you restarted, crossing your hands behind your back. "Would you like to join me ?" 

"I just came back to camp, Y/N." Arthur smirked. "I don’t think Dutch would allow that." 

"Don’t worry, he will allow you to spend some time with me at the saloon. C’mon, let’s go !"

"Errr… Fine."

Arthur rolled eyes and grumbled as he stood up. Since the day you got inducted into the gang, anyone could notice he could hardly say no to you. Your mesmerising eyes and adorable face never helped him. He would have brought you the moon on a silver plate if he could. He always found himself scrambling to make you happy, and could obviously not refuse leaving camp with you. Even if he had just come back from a three days long journey, he genuinely believed a moment with you could make him feel better instead of hiding his frustration, sadness and overall exhaustion behind his tent flaps. 

You quickly headed to Dutch to tell him you were taking his boy out to town. Surprisingly enough, Van der Linde agreed and even gave you enough money to spend on a room and a bath at the saloon. Dutch had seen Arthur’s overall mood when he gave him the money he had collected and had felt quite worried about him. Arthur’s empty eyes and tense expression had reminded him of the one he had years ago, following his return from Eliza’s house after finding out that she and his son Isaac were dead. He knew his boy would probably feel better with you as he was aware of your natural ease to work him. Dutch gave you some food as well, believing Arthur should be hungry after his travels. 

"Sure, sweet girl." Dutch told you. "Make sure not to get into trouble."

Unexpectedly, Arthur insisted on riding your horse, believing his one needed some rest as much as he himself did. He left them to Kieran’s care as he climbed on your silver Turkoman, helping you up and placing you before him. One of his hands rested on your waist as the other one carefully held onto the bridle, he led you out of the hideout.

"Let's go, m'lady." he told you

Your short journey to Rhodes was rather quiet as Arthur did not speak at all, making you feel awkward, if not even uncomfortable. At the saloon, you quickly ordered some food at the counter while renting a room and a bath before heading straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind you. 

"What happened, Arthur ?" you asked 

"Some shit." Morgan responded without meeting your eyes, taking his boots off. "Nothing to worry ‘bout." 

"You were covered in blood, Arthur. I know you’re tough, but that look on your face… what happened ?" 

Arthur looked up and bit his lower lip, calmly breathing before sitting down. You approached him and sat beside him, placing your hand on his back. It made him shiver, any time you touched him felt like a treasure for Arthur. He sighed, understanding he could not get away with it, believing talking to you would make things better. 

"While I was ridin’ in Roanoke, spotted some Murfrees torturing a couple of hostages." he whispered. "Poor feller had his four limbs broken, I guess. His wife died before me. I tried stopping them, and then I spotted a lil’ boy nearby… heard his pa’ saying « Alexander », I guess that was his name."

Tears started streaming down his cheeks as soon as he mentioned the presence of the child. You kept listening to him, being somewhat aware that the worst had happened to this poor family. Judging by Arthur’s attitude and sudden sadness, you could easily guess about their demise. You had known about Arthur’s son during a random talk you had with him, you could only imagine how terrible it must have been for him to witness the Murfree’s torture on a family. 

"As I tried killin’ these damn Murfrees, one of them got out and took the child as the feller died beggin' me to find his son." Arthur hiccuped. "I tried runnin’ after them… looked for the kid for hours. Found his body at the bottom of a hill." 

Arthur quickly rubbed his eyes while bitting his lower lip. His hands clung onto his legs as you ran your fingers across his back. Witnessing the body of a child deeply broke him as he transposed the image of Isaac on him. On a boy who would have been about his son’s age by his death. 

"I could have done somethin’, Y/N…" he grumbled, turning his head to you. "I could've done somethin’… if only I had been here earlier… m-maybe…"

"You couldn’t have done anything." 

"I… I could have…"

"It’s alright, Arthur. It’s alright." 

You were heartbroken after hearing his distraught, his pain. There were no words to describe how bad you felt when you met his devastated gaze, tears streaming on his reddish cheeks, his wobbling lower lip. Your hand made its way through his hair, you played with it as Arthur buried his head against your shoulder. You passed your hand on his cheek, causing him to catch it while crying. It made you shiver a little, but you did not mind. In fact, you appreciated his complete trust, knowing he would have never spoken this way to anyone else but you. 

"I'm sorry, darlin'." Arthur sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

He wanted to feel your touch, he needed it. He needed you more than anything at this moment, and no words came out of his mouth to express his pain. He firmly held your hand on his cheek, letting out a few sobs as you carefully kissed the top of his head. Your other hand made its way to his shoulder, you left your thumbs rub it without bothering about what was surrounding you. Nothing else mattered but Arthur, nothing else. 

Poor man sobbed for long minutes while you kissed his temple at times, watching the sun go down through your window. You did not dare saying a word, believing it would break Arthur into pieces. Just a word and your favourite cowboy would probably collapse into your embrace, so you remained silent and allowed him to cry on your shoulder, rocking him back and forth at some point before he slowly moved away from, looking into your eyes with a soft smile. 

"Thank you, sweetheart." he whispered 

"Don’t thank me." you smiled. "I couldn’t leave you like that." 

"You’re a real treasure, you know that ?" 

You shrugged a little, your smile got wider. Arthur had told you a few times that your sole existence was one of his biggest treasures. He could not describe how safe he felt with you, how much your smile could make all the troubles go away in a mere second. You were one of the last pillars of his life, and he was quick to show it whenever you were with him. From embraces to two or three quick kisses on your lips, Arthur knew how to make you feel special.

As you were about to kiss his forehead one more time, Arthur quickly rose to change your target. Your lips landed on his instead, causing you to blush as he gently opened his mouth to make it last longer. You calmly took his face between your hands, keeping his head close to yours for a short while until moving back a little. Your bright smile made him blush, despite his darker shade was hard to notice due to the overall lightning in the room. 

"Yeah, you’re a treasure." Arthur said. "My beautiful treasure." 

"You’re going to make me blush." you chuckled 

"I’d love to, girl. I’d love to." 

The two of you talked for a long while up until a prostitute brought you some food on a plate, carefully placing it on your bedside table. Instead of allowing Arthur to take care of you as he usually did, you believed Morgan needed some rest and that you had to pay him back. You ate with him, listened to him talk about his discoveries, about these wild animals he had the opportunity to draw, about the overall strange ambiance he felt while travelling around Roanoke Ridge, being thankful the gang didn't settle there. He had brought you a beautiful emerald he had found somewhere near an old house, hidden in a crate. 

"It ain’t much, but I really thought you’d like it." he smiled. "I wanted to go to a jeweller and make a ring out of it, but ain’t got no time."

"It’s amazing, Arthur !" you praised him. "It’s a god damn emerald ! Of course I love it !"

"Just… don’t tell Dutch I gave you an emerald, right ? He'll get mad."

"I won’t tell anyone."

You watched Arthur eat his whole plate of fried fish so fast that you barely had time to start eating yours. You felt lucky Dutch had given you some more food, Arthur was hungry. He ate some bread, some of your vegetables and the two apples you had brought with you. Then, you dragged him to the bathroom, carefully undressing him as he looked at you with wide opened eyes. You had never seen him naked before, but did not care at all. In fact, it was even pleasant to see !

"Get in there so I can wash you." you said, placing your hands on your hips

"I ain’t a child, Y/N." Arthur said as he sat down in the bathtub 

"You sure ain’t. Just relax and lemme help you." 

Arthur shrugged as you started massaging his broad shoulders. He loudly moaned as you reached his neck, he absolutely adored having you press your hands on it. As far as he could remember, Arthur had always loved taking care of you. He loved staying by your bed when something was wrong or when you felt bad, he had helped you bathe following Blackwater’s botched heist to which you had participated and were traumatised for days. Arthur loved having you under his watch, having you doing the same for him was unusual, but worth it. He could breathe, he could forget.

It took him a few minutes to doze off. His soft snore made you smile as you dried your hands, sitting by the bathtub to look at him. What a handsome feller you had here ! His long eyelashes were quick to make many women jealous of him, it gave him a rather angelic look. Who would have thought that this tall and brawny man, his face wet with all these angel’s tears which had streamed on his cheeks, was an outlaw ? A man who had killed people, who had beaten some of them up ? Who would have thought that a man with such puppy eyes had blood on his hands ? 

"Ain’t you a handsome man…" you smiled 

The lack of response from Arthur’s part was no surprise. You watched him sleep, surrounded with this faint steam and soap bubbles, his eyes moving beneath his eyelids. You could not help but smile at this beautiful sight, you adored it. It was worth it, having Arthur rest like this was worth it. You knew he deserved it, you genuinely wanted him to be alright. And, that night, your presence healed his poor soul. You were everything for him, a reason to keep going.

You were his treasure. 

[lacontroller1991]

Math Tutor (Johnny Lawrence x F!Reader)

Requested by anon: I guess canonically it's not true but you could accept a request about Johnny being good at math and surprising everyone because they didn't expect that? Please and thx ☺️

Author's Note: I feel like Johnny was really smart but then he found popularity and being book smart don't really match so I honestly think he would've sacrificed his grades for popularity. Then dropped out of college because he put alcohol before studying.

I also changed it up a little so I hope you don't mind!

Main Master List Cobra Kai Master List

Warnings: Language

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“Goddamn it!” You huff in frustration, crumbling the sixteenth piece of paper in a row, trying to figure out the math problem. It’s not like you don’t know how to do it, because you do, but for some reason, you are missing something with each problem and you don’t know what. Craning your neck back, you crack your back against the seat, letting out a groan as you grab another paper, annoying the chuckle coming from your side. “What is it, Lawrence?”

Johnny peers up from his textbook, easily solving the problems as he makes his way through the assignment. Despite being an occasional douchebag and king of karate, one of Johnny’s best kept secrets is the fact that he is a bookworm, a trait that you didn’t find out about until your college calculus class. “I’m just finding it funny how you can’t solve that basic problem.” His comment irritates you as you lightly punch his shoulder before rewriting the problem down. 

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Your head falls between your hands, fingers pulling at strands of hair. “I was understanding this in class and now, it just doesn’t make any sense.” 

Setting his pencil down, Johnny scooches his chair over to you as peers over your shoulder. “Let me see how you’re trying to solve the problem.”

“What’s the point? You’ll just laugh at me.”

“Nah, I’m actually a good tutor. Dutch used to ask me to help him all the time in high school. Let’s try it again.” He gestures towards your pencil as you hesitantly pick it up. Copying the problem down on a fresh sheet of paper, you go over the rules in your head. Johnny watches as your pencil glides across the page, doing everything step by step as the professor had instructed and if Johnny hadn’t had known better, he would think that your work was flawless, except for one thing. “You forgot the derivative.”

“Like hell I forgot the derivative,” you deny, shaking your head as Johnny takes the pencil from your hand and corrects your problem, taking the derivative of the exponent instead of leaving it alone before putting the finished equation into the calculator only to practically shove the screen in your face with the correct answer.

“Bull shit.”

Johnny doesn’t say much in response, instead he grins and slinks back into the wooden library seat, and gestures to your paper. “Check it.”

With hesitance, you look over your problem and solution in comparison to his and low and behold, he’s 100% right. “I’d be damned.” 

“Well?”

“I hate you, Lawrence.” Your cheeks burn red as Johnny chuckles, returning to his assignment and cocking his head to the side.

“Y’know. I accept dates as payments for tutoring sessions.” You roll your eyes at his comment and look back down to your book. If you were being honest, you’ve been crushing on him for years now, but you do not want him to hold all the power, especially not over something as trivial as math. 

“In your dreams, Lawrence.” The former All Valley Champion shrugs his shoulders before moving on with his problems. 

“Suit yourself.” A silence falls over the two of you as you work in tandem next to each other. Never in a thousand years did you expect Johnny Lawrence to be good at school, especially given his high school grades and it only makes you wonder, did he fail his classes on purpose? 

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[insomniac-astronomer]

Can I request a fic ? Kate bishop x reader or Kamala Khan x reader? Maybe angsty and then fluff? Anything is fine though haha

She/her pronouns :)

Okayy thanks

sincerely anon

Kate Bishop x Reader: Ice Cream?

I'm DYING to do a Kate Bishop story!!!!

I've been so burnt out, I'm sorry I missed like a whole week of flufftober.

Description: Kate talks about how she's finally going to ask her crush out. Reader has a crush on her, though. Angst w/ fluff ending :)

Gender: fem! She/her used

WARNINGS: idk being sad for a bit, crying

It's a young avengers fic.

*not my gif*

"I'm gonna tell her today." Kate smiles.

"Finally!" America yells.

"About time." Kamala rolls her eyes.

Kate has been talking about this girl for weeks. All of the Avenger family dinner conversations were about her. The only problem: you had a huge crush on Kate. Each time she mentioned this "mysterious girl," a little piece of your heart shattered.

"Ooo, Kate's gonna have a giiiirrrlfrrrriieeend." Tommy sings and Billy smacks his shoulder to get him to shut up.

"You should make a sign and stand outside of her house with flowers." Cassie says.

"That feels a little extreme," Kate replies warily.

"No, it's romantic." America says.

"I'm just going to ask her if she wants to grab ice cream." Kate says. "Nothing crazy."

"Does she like ice cream?" Kamala asks.

"Yes she likes ice cream." Kate glares at her.

Kamala puts her hands up in defense. "I'm just saying, she could be lactose intolerant."

"Ice cream is her favorite food." Kate rolls her eyes. "I'm not stupid."

"Aw, you know her favorite food?" America coos. Kate chooses not to respond.

You like ice cream, too.

"What do you think about that idea, Y/N?" Cassie asks you.

You push down the burning pain in your throat. "I think it's cute."

"I still like flowers," she grumbles.

"Ice cream is a better idea." Morgan jumps in.

"Why?" Cassie shoots back.

"Cause I know who it is." Morgan smirks.

"What?!" America shouts.

"That's not fair!" Kamala backs her up. "Why does Morgan get to know?"

"Because Morgan won't tell anyone else about her, or so I thought." Kate growls.

"Relax," Morgan rolls her eyes. "I'm not gonna tell them who it is."

💫

You lay on your bed, silent tears rolling down your face. You have a random TV show running in the background, and all the lights off except for one lavender-scented candle.

You are clutching onto your stuffed animal (which only was brought here because of Kamala's "sleeping pillow"). You know it's stupid to be crying over one person like this. You're an Avenger for crying out loud! And yet Kate has you crying like a baby.

There is knock on your door.

You wipe your tears away and gather yourself. Your eyes never go red when you cry, so no one ever knows as long as the tears are gone.

You open the door and Kate is standing there. You notice she is nervously wringing her hands together.

"Hello?" You ask, keeping your voice surprisingly steady.

"Hi." Kate says and then groans, hiding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so awkward. Would you want to go get ice cream?"

You stand there, shocked for a moment.

"Oh, my god, I knew this was a bad idea. I'm sorry-"

"No!" You stop her rambling. "I would love to go. I just . . . didn't know you were talking about- me."

"Really? I thought I gave it away when I said 'her favorite food is ice cream'!"

You shake your head harshly. "I still thought you were talking about someone else!"

"No! I'm sorry!" Kate laughs. "Were you crying?"

Your eyes widen. "Why do you ask?"

"You have a tear," she sets her hand against your neck and brushes away a tear on your cheek that you must have missed. The action makes you blush. "Can I give you a hug? I didn't mean to make you upset."

You accept the hug. Muffled by her shoulder, you say "you didn't upset me, it's okay."

"Well, I'm not going to make you cry again. Now, let's go get ice cream!"

You smile widely and giggle. "Okay."

Thx for reading, don't steal. I'm finally not as burnt out as I have been the rest of the week, sry.

Buy me a coffee?

[sweetheartmotives]

could you write a yan host? like the ones in japanese cafes i think.

also could i be 🍮 anon?

thx :3

☆☕️Yandere Host☕️☆

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, Sexual themes, Stalking, Fighting, and jealousy.

Let me know if I missed any!

🍮 Anon, Thank you so much for requesting and sorry it took so long!

Also, I hope you don't mind if it's the Gudetama Cafe, I found the image on Pinterest and your name matches it! I couldn't resist, Enjoy reading!

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• Yandere Host who… greets you at the entrance.

Hello, welcome to gudetama Cafe. Your wait for a table will be 4 minutes. :)

• Yandere Host who… chatted it up with you while you waited for a table. You were breathtaking.. How couldn't they talk to you?

The weather's quite nice today so I don't blame you for coming here, Plus I get to see you~

• Yandere Host who… personally offered to take you to your table.

Well, allow me to take you to your table!

• Yandere Host who… told the waiter to try and get your number for them.

Yes, just get their number! There's a huge line, please and thank you.

• Yandere Host who… gets your number or not, Stalks you. They managed to find your social media, How? Don't ask! :)

• Yandere Host who… at first was interested in you. But overtime, became obsessed with you and only you.

• Yandere Host who… would take another host's spot when you came back to the Cafe. DID you miss them like they missed you?

Oh hey you! Nudges the other Host away. Your table will take 10 minutes, Welcome back!

• Yandere Host who… gets jealous when they overhear the waiter flirting with you.

• Yandere Host who… drags the waiter to the parking lot and beats the hell out of them.

• Yandere Host who… dms you on ur socials. If you reply, They chat it up with you and try to score a date, If you don't, They'll continue to stalk you from afar.

• Yandere Host who… eventually will score a date with you. They use their host charms that they use for tips to flirt with you.

Well, Would you like to go out sometime, angel?

• Yandere Host who… takes you somewhere very very fancy. They get a lot from tips!

I'll buy you whatever clothes you like, angel. It would be my joy to even take you out, so don't worry about the cost~

• Yandere Host who… will marry you. It doesn't matter if it takes months or years, They want to make you theirs forever ♡

• Yandere Host who… makes you feel all nice and good after your wedding night, They'll let you know that you are now theirs, Forever ♡

Awwwhhh.. Are you sensitive? Don't worry angel I'll make you feel reall good~ ♡

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Is it obvious I've never been to a Cafe? I did my research and I think I did well! 🍮 Anon, Again thank you so much for requesting! Feel free to request again :)

I hope you enjoy reading, As I enjoyed writing! (≧∀≦*)

[hypmicdaydreams]

hihi could i please request Sasara with "in the kitchen" and "missing the other" from the kissing prompt list? maybe him just randomly kissing s/o just because he missed being in their presence from doing too many shows? thx very muchu✨

This is legitimately the cutest thing anon. It healed my soul so tyvm for the request! I feel like this is a perfect prompt for him lol so I hope I was able to do our favorite clown justice! Please enjoy 🧡

kissing prompts: in the kitchen bc of missing the other

-pairing: sasara nurude x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-word count: ~950 words

“god,” you snort, laughing contagiously so. your boyfriend had just made yet another terrible, no good joke, again. honestly, you should be used to it by now, that and sasara’s antics, but you’re still doubled down over laughing, completely neglecting the meal on the stove (that was showing beginning signs of burning). it wasn’t even that clever of one! but sasara had his ways. no wonder he was a famous comedian. “that was such a bad joke.”

yet, your words bring a smile to his lips, and sasara can feel the warmth spread all over his cheeks. oh.. he smiles, all wide and bright. this was a much better feeling than having the audience laugh at his jokes during his usual shows. actually, it wasn’t anything like this, didn’t feel remotely alike — having you laugh at him. his heart jumps a beat, and the fluttery feeling gets to him and his head, all lightheaded in the best possible way; this was his absolute favorite feeling in the world.

as much as sasara loved his usual audience, he still couldn’t help but favor you. it wasn’t good for a comedian to pick favorites, but he did so anyway. or well, his heart did, at least.

“aw c’mon, that one was funny!” sasara laughs, more so in response to you. again, yours was absolutely contagious, his favorite sound ever. “see! even you laughed!”

“only because it was so bad.”

god, sasara had missed this, he smiles: you laughing at his corny jokes, and sasara getting in your way as you tried to make lunch in that tiny kitchen. he was too big and kept bumping into you, you’d often scold; but he couldn’t help it! after not seeing you for so long, sasara couldn’t help but always be around you, perhaps a bit much.

really, he hadn’t realized how homesick he was feeling until now, despite well, being at home. sasara adored his comedy shows and routines, truly! but this was just oh so much better. he hadn’t spent quality time with you in so long, always having to get up early before you to go to the studio then coming back late, by the time you were already asleep. sure he was coming back home each day, but he also wasn’t. you were his home after all.

sasara had missed you, sorely so.

there’s a content look to him as sasara watches you. it’s been too long, he thinks. and his gaze inadvertently lands on your lips as well. well, he quirks his brows; it’s also been too long since sasara has given you a kiss, he realizes. and before long, the want to do so overcomes him. gosh, has he been this touch starved the entire time? it even takes sasara himself by surprise, especially since he believed himself to be totally fine.

i mean, it was entirely true that he didn't like not spending much time with you. his work had entirely taken him away from you, and it wasn't entirely convenient for sasara to come home by the time you were already fast asleep on the couch, having waited for him again today as well. but he totally thought he was, at the very least, fine. it was just for now after all, after this bout of shows ended. but well, sasara was much more homesick than he thought.

so he goes in for the kill: a kiss on the lips.

you guys are already too close together given the small space of the kitchen, after all, so it was perfect. he takes full advantage of it and pulls a fast one, sasara pressing his lips to yours so quickly.

you squeak (another of his favorite sounds) and try to move back naturally, but the counter is blocking your way. you should be used to sasara’s antics by now after all, but you never are, totally taken aback by how seemingly out of nowhere he kisses you. it’s welcomed though, and he finds it totally cute when you inevitably kiss back after that small scare. you had missed him just as much.

your lips — they feel strange to him, but also familiar. it’s been a while since he had given you a proper kiss after all, so as strange and foreign as it felt at the moment to sasara, it was still warm all the more. there were still those very same sparks he often felt, and it makes him nothing more but giddy. i mean, he had missed you after all. he tended to be slightly more jovial and cheery around you.

sasara can’t help but smile into the kiss. gosh, this felt so good! the way his heart thumps again makes him nothing short of excited again, as if it was your guys’ first ever kiss all over again! he hadn’t realized until this very moment how much he missed the feel of your lips against his.

he hopes he doesn’t taste of melon cream soda; he had one just before coming back home. though i suppose it’d be a bit funny if he did.

when he pulls back, sasara still has that grin to him. he’s in utter happiness, a cute sparkle to sasara really. he can still feel a tingle on his lips, the very same place yours were just at, and it warms him up all the more.

oh, sasara had indeed missed you so.

(“my heart is more burnt than this dish from our kiss~”

sasara laughs at his own joke, and you can’t help but throw a glare his way. lunch was burnt all because of him and his antics after all. while you pick at your food, he seems to have no trouble eating it, a brightness to him still, perhaps even brighter now than before.)

[lilithizhere]

hiiii! so to specify my dabi x jack the ripper fem reader i can make a plotline for you to follow but if you dont wanna follow it then you can change some stuff just pls make sure its dabi x jack the ripper fem reader also this will on with the “dabi is a todoroki” theory

ok so you and dabi met when you were both 8 when you met. the reader still has jacks backstory but instead of staying in london the reader decided to live in japan so they start learning japanese and their culture n stuff

so yeah moving on you two met while dabi was training and the both of you become friends and dabi starts having the feelz untill he ran away

and now you to met in the round 3 of the ragnarok and you recognize him immediatly and then both of you start chatting

so round 4 starts and the lov watches how you fight

(also in this au readers supposed gloves are not volundr but a treasure the reader found in an undergroud civilization in london)

and shigaraki takes an interest in you so after round 4 he offers you to join the lov so you join but under 3 conditions (you pick the conditions)

and yeah you and dabi get close like before and the two of you start dating

also pls dont describe what the reader is wering because i wanna make it different since i want the clothes to be my fav color

thats all and thx lilith😊

- 🌑 anon

Thanks for the Request and I told you I would finish it tonight! Before I go camping! Screw my Depression and Adhd! 😃

Also for This Story the whole world thought you were a guy but when you died from let's say you killed your self the people in the afterlife found out you were a girl.

Dabi x Fem!Jack The Ripper!Reader

*Flashback*

You met Dabi when you both were 8 years old. You lived in Japan at the time with your mother, who was a prostitute. You were outside in the woods playing and running around when you accidentally ran into a boy who was training with his quirk.

"Oops sorry!" You say to the boy you ran into. Sticking your hand out to offer him help to get up. He grabs your hand and introduces himself.

"It's okay!" "I'm Touya Todoroki!" "What's your name?" He asks as he pulls himself up. You told him your name and he smiles.

"I'm gonna be a hero one day to prove to my old man that I can do it!" He says as he smiles. You look at him amazed and you smile.

"I don't know what I want to be... but I do know I want to help my mom! You say grinning at him.

He takes your hand and smiles.

"Let's be heroes together!"

*Flashback Over*

*Flashback*

You were walking on the sidewalk when you saw a picture of Touya and missing on it. Your eyes widen and tear up.

Clearly upset that he is missing when you remember him talking about running away and leaving his life behind and him promising to meet you again.

You ended up going home thinking about his promise and wondering if he will keep it. You hope because he had such a nice warming color.

*Flashback Over*

"The final battle between the gods and humans... ROUND 4! Gods have won two, the humans have one win. And now, please welcome THE STRATEGIC POINT OF THIS STAGE!!

The one that has been reproduced here is 19th Century London... Humanity's representative wanted to fight in this place, and the gods' representative... was kind enough to accept.

In the meantime, 3 million people in the city... WERE TREMBLING IN FEAR! AN EVIL AMONG EVILS!! Feeding the pitch-black darkness in her heart.

This is the first time "Humans VS. Gods Final Battle: On the Road Edition" has been implemented! Now, what kind of battle awaits us at this stage...

Humanity's representative for the 4th round. There she is! ugust 31st, 1888, A.D.... The monster suddenly appeared in the scary darkness. With her sharp fangs, she cut them to pieces and took the lives of five prostitutes.

Completed the 12 labors he was given... A DEMIGOD WHO ASCENDED TO GODHOOD!! 

Their name is... humanity's most famous... MURDERER! JACK! THE! RIPPER!!!

AND NOW! After the gods' insulting defeat by the humans... A perfect victory without a scratch. To make such a challenge, that's... The Nemean Lion, the three-headed watchdog of Hell, Cerberus... The brave hero who defeated it with his bare hands...

The one who brings light to the Heaven and Earth! The messenger of justice... His bravery... is unparalleled! HERACLES!!!" Heimdall announced.

Hercules was mad that his opponent was a serial killer and a woman. "I shall warn you now... Bow down and accept defeat. If you do that, then I swear that I will make Zeus accept it. And you can be saved from Niflhel.

"I do not relish senseless killing... BUT YOU'RE A SPECIAL CASE!!" He says yelling at the end.

Clearly what he means by special case is that you're a woman.

You roll your eyes before saying. "Sir... Allow me to express my gratitude. Both for accepting this arena, and for your consideration... However, unfortunately, I cannot accept."

You say are you grab your fake weapon, a giant pair of scissors. "What?......" He asks in confusion.  "No matter the odds, I shall always accept a duel."

"For that... is the true essence of a gentleman. Allow me to introduce you."

"This... is my weapon. How exquisite." "So, this is a treasue of mine, it could tear anything in existence to pieces..." You say as you cut a lamp post down, shocking the audience.

"Scissors?.." Hercules utters in confusion. He then shakes his head and smiles.

 "...Very well. If that is what you've decided... then I'll answer your resolve with all of my might!" He says but then you run in the opposite direction, confusing him again. "Huh?"

(Time Skip to Where Jack gets impaled by the spiked fence.)

You got impaled by a fence, but this was your plan. It had missed all your vital organs caused you helped guide your landing so it didn't hit them.

You pulled the fence out with a loud, painful cry.

(With the Lov, who are watching in the audience.)

Dabi told the league about you from the beginning and Shigaraki was interested in you and wanted you to join. Toga just wanted a new friend. Twice didn't care.

The rest of the league was either interested in you or liked you.

Then Dabi and the rest sees you get impaled and Dabi's eyes slightly widen, he was scared for you and wanted you to defeat the God in front of you.

Shigaraki that you had a plan from the beginning and he was right because in that moment your hands with the gloves on punch the God right in the stomach and went through him.

Dabi smiles happy but he sees that you got hugged by the got and how he disappeared into green particles.

He noticed a sad look on your face as Hercules turned into green particles and how he smiled at you and the audience.

You bow and say "Ta-da." With slight jazz hands but you put your hand back on your wound from where you were impaled.

People from the audience start to throw rocks at you from killing Hercules and you just take it.

And the he saw you leave, probably going to the Infirmary to get your wounds taken care of.

He walk with Shigaraki and Toga to go to the infirmary, he's excited to see you again.

(Back with you)

You were all patched up when there was a knock at your door and you said. "Come in." In a soft voice.

The door opens and reveals Dabi, Shigaraki and Toga. You knew Dabi was Touya cause you found out along time ago.

They come in and Dabi sits on your infirmary bed. You sat up before he sat down.

"Hey, How are you doing? How does it feel to kill a god?"He asks looking at you.

"Honestly? It kinda sucks and now I kinda feel bad for Hercules, but at least he's not in any pain anymore." You say honestly, kinda wanting Hercules to hug you again and show you the warmth your mother never sincerely gave you.

"It will get better." Dabi says holding my hand in his.

You sat there talking and getting to know how he has been doing and getting to know Shigaraki and Toga.

All the sudden Shigaraki asks you to join the Lov.

"Why don't you join us? You would get to see Dabi and kill the wanna be heroes that only do it for the money." Shigaraki offers.

You thinks about it and agree under 3 conditions.

1. You can help people like saving them or rescuing them when the heroes failed.

2. You won't be ordered around, only if it's an emergency. (Like Dabi's trying to light Shigaraki on fire or Shigaraki trying to disintegrate him.

3. You make your own rules for when you do missions and you do it your way not his.

You eventually got together with Dabi, living a nice life with the Lov and him.

[luverz-exe]

Hello! I would like to request a,

JLA! Riddler with Guardian Angel Reader.

Much appreciate it for the writing you do on this tumblr blog. Thx :)

Yandere JLA! Riddler With Guardian Angel S/O

Honestly, this is my first time writing this version of the Riddler, so we'll see how it goes. Also, thank you for the kind words Anon, I appreciate it (:

I also want to write a little extra for him, so you'll get a real guardian angel S/O Headcanons and a small oneshot, to show my gratitude for the support. But just know this was a fun one to work on! Sorry I don't get as much content out as I used to, I hope you can forgive. Anyways- I hope you enjoy!

Nygma had never been the religious type, he based his beliefs on facts, not guesses. And while some may say his reform is nothing short of a miracle, he sees it as his intelligence shining through, and the world realizing he belongs to be free. He had never considered that divine intervention could possibly be a factor in his release.

And his private detective work? Says he did it alone, no help was given, he doesn't even think about his compulsive 'giving riddles' behavior. Nope, it was totally all him... Although, he's had a few reoccurring dreams of his saying otherwise. Symbolism is common in his dreams, and it's no different. And it all points to something pure... Something Holy. And when he wakes up? The memory gets fuzzy, he's tried to write it down as soon as he wakes up, but there's always some detail missing. The only thing he remembers perfectly is a voice. A strong, beautiful voice. But he could never remember the words spoken, just the sound of their voice.

It did not bother him, the voice, the dreams, he was fine. Sure, he'd love to hear that voice say his name, or to see a face to go along with it. It's fine, he's fine, and there's nothing helping him, cause that would insinuate he's helpless. That he can't do anything without divine intervention. With this, he's been a bit more on edge, paranoia seeping through him, with the feeling of being watched growing with each passing day....And the voice gets louder every night, warning him to resist the temptation that they know he's facing, whether or not he knows it just yet.

"...I must be going crazy! There's no way that- that there could possibly be- there's no clear evidence, there's nothing pointing to that conclusion...Am I truly in the debt of higher power? No, no... I did it myself...Right?"

Edward's mind plagues him, and he wonders more and more if there's truly someone helping him or if he's losing his mind. He's so lost in his thoughts, the world seems to move on without him as he seemingly runs on auto pilot. But something breaks him out of his mind, something all too familiar... A voice so well known by his ears, he instantly finds where it was coming from. And he can finally put a name to a face, everything about you drove him ever closer, and he could feel his signature grin creep up upon him.

Try all you like to deny it, but he now knows the truth of you. You tried to help him, to put him on the straight and narrow, for that, he is surprisingly grateful. You may have been stuck on earth, but now you're really trapped. Nigma will make sure your stay is... permanently on hiatus. Afterall, Angel, wouldn't you want to make sure he's on track to be better?

"You." You can hear someone behind you say, an all too familiar voice rings in your ears. "Care to share your name? I believe it is owed after these sleepless nights, all caused by you." You turn around, facing him, your eyes meeting.

"(Y/N)" you say, scanning his physical frame. He was still in the Riddler fit, now with his business cards in a hidden compartment, seemingly trying to maintain the image that once installed fear into the hearts of Gothamites. But there's something bothering you, something unlike anything else. His thoughts.

"Hm, whatever seems to be bothering you, my dear?" He asked, smug as ever. It appears that he has no idea of how much power you truly have. You have tried to help him, but sadly, his thoughts prove that a relapse is inevitable.

Thoughts of taking you away, thoughts of murder and sin.... Thoughts you've tried to get rid of. "It appears you have fallen into temptation once more, Nigma. I warned you, this is a dangerous path to take."

He pauses, now realizing what you mean. His grin turns into a smile, as he bows his head. "Some people listen to the angel on their shoulder. A far off voice, something they pretend is not their own consciousness, telling them what to do what is right." He pauses, looking back up at you. "It appears I do not have one on my shoulder, telling me what is right."

You knew what he was suggesting, something you hadn't expected coming from him. "So now? It seems I must have an angel beside me." He steps a bit closer to you. "Afterall, it'd be a shame for me to relapse. You'd get in trouble, I'd get in trouble... It'd do no good for anyone." He was right, unless you could guarantee his past, now 'far behind him', doesn't make a comeback, you'd be unable to go back to where you belong. He's keeping you here with him.

So it seems that by trying to keep him from sin, you've just drawn him ever closer to it. "If you do this, it'll be too late for the both of us. I do not wish for that. Please... Reconsider. We have only just met-" he wags his finger, seemingly teasing you.

"Well you see, while we have never met, you seem to know my last name. So it appears you've known of me for oh so long..." His grin returned, he knew he had the high ground. He knew his logic prevailed, and his reasoning undeniable. "And you've plagued my dreams as well, so it seems you do know me. Ah, but that's besides the point. The point is, you need me, and I need you. a guardian angel needs someone to guard, and a sinner always needs to have his saint."