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[angeltoend]

𝐢’𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 ⟢

𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑎 / 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 ❤︎ 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑝

marvel dc twd anime the boys avatar s♡ne reveluv momosu & 48 lover pinterest disciple of gamora writer currently obsessed with: one piece, avatar, the boys & mcu 🐾

𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

[angeltoend]

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝒚𝒐𝒖! 𝑮𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓♡ - [✦] had a messy quirk. she could release glitter filled energy lastsfrom palms and finger tips tbh at made her a great opponent in battle. the only downside was the mess that it created when she wasn’t fighting. the glitter leaked, it leaked everywhere she went.

the sparkly substance covered in the places you liked to hang around in the class 1A dorm building. your room? blanketed in it. the lounge? your spot on the couch is claimed. the fridge? everyone knew who left the twinkling essence all over the half eaten pastries sato made for the class. and katsuki’s room? bed, desk, clothes, carpet, hell even his gauntlets were covered in glitter (not that he knew of yet).

yeah, mina and denki teased him about it sometimes and it was hard to keep your relationship private with your chaotic ass quirk but it didn’t bother him as much as you’d think.

sometimes when you’d overuse your quirk you’d be left with what you called “glitter-leaks”, glitter sprinkling from your hands unnoticed. last night happened to be one of those times. in katsukis bed.

you were flopped over katsukis body, his comforter long gone and one of your hands on his face and the other intertwined with one of his own sweaty palms. soft snores left your nose as the suns rays shone through the cracks of the black curtains.

katsuki stirred when you started sleepily mumbling in your sleep, eyes wincing at the light hitting his face. he almost told you to shut up until he felt the abrasive feeling of your glitter on his tongue. now if it were anyone else he would’ve shot yo and spit against their hand but that sleeping face of yours settled his angry tendencies.

he gently moved you to the other side of his bed, slipping from under your body weight. he got up and stood still for a moment before walking into his dorm’s bathroom. he reached up to his tired eyes to rub the sleep away before that same gritty feeling brushed against his skin. katsuki finally looked at his reflection and let out a very, very, very irritated grumble.

glitter covered his face, hair, and shirt. your sparkly essence all over him like he belonged to you (he did).

instead of washing it all off, he turned off the bathroom light and went straight back into his room. you were sprawled out like a spider on the bed, the blankets (yours) all on the floor. he folded everything up, placing it on his desk chair and got right back into the bed with you.

katsuki’s arms wrapped around you like a cradle, pulling one loose blanket over the both of you. his sweaty hands intertwined with your glittery ones, your head nuzzling against his chest with more unintelligible mumbles. he could’ve sworn he heard you say something about getting glitter all inside his gauntlets though.

a/n from LAYLAAAAA: this was short but im back at least.. wrote this while cramping and watching project hail mary! i could not tell you one thing that happened in that movie besides ryan gosling talking to rocks. ill rewatch someday but here’s glitter!reader. i wanna make more of her 😢😢 glitter hands!reader and sweaty!hands katsuki sounds like smth with potential. ill be back w something someday. prolly. maybe. no proofread per usual 😂✌🏽

[stvrlighttgabss]

at a diner with luffy.

— pairings: luffy x fem!reader (modern, college au)

— art by @/hunnismokah

— can be considered a sequel to this fic here

You hadn’t expected tutoring Luffy to involve this much walking. 

Or this much handholding.

That hand on your wrist has traveled lower, finally settling into your palm. It’s much warmer than the night air around you, and Luffy’s grip is insistent but not harsh.

“Come on, we’re almost there!” You two are already a couple of miles from campus, and it’s clear that Luffy knows this route well.

Clearly, he’s much hungrier than you thought. You’re nearly in a half-jog trying to keep up with him. 

“You said that about three miles ago.” You remind him, a little out of breath. “Do you always walk this fast?”

Luffy glances back at you, tilting his head. “Fast?” There’s genuine confusion in his voice.

“We’ve been walking for like fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah.”

“Luffy.”

“What?”

His hand shifts again when you two come to a crosswalk, fingers tightening slightly as he pulls you along the street. You try not to ponder it too much. Unfortunately, it’s hard to focus on much else when he keeps swinging your joined hands like it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

The light from the streetlamps hits the side of his face, and for a moment, you nearly forget the slight ache in your legs.

If there’s a night breeze, you don’t notice it, Luffy’s palm keeping your own warm.

The streets surrounding the campus aren’t all the way empty—there are still cars passing every now and then, distant laughter coming from somewhere behind you— but for some reason, Luffy seems quieter than usual.

Focused, almost. Even more so than he was while watching you explain integrals earlier.

Suddenly, he points ahead with his free hand, that signature grin of his lighting up his face. “There!”

You follow his finger, blinking at the restaurant. Sandwiched between two brick buildings is a small diner squeezed into the corner of the street, neon lights glowing against the windows.

Before you know it, you’re hearing the bell on the door chime softly as Luffy tugs you inside.

The grin on Luffy’s face only widens as he waves to someone behind the counter, his enthusiasm nearly making you smile despite your exhaustion.

He seems to have that effect on you.

“You sit wherever,” Luffy says, already leading you toward a booth near the back. You can’t help but notice the smell—fried food, syrup, and something sweet you can’t place.

He slides into the booth first, but before you can even think about sitting on the opposite side, he uses his hold on your hand to pull you down beside him. Luffy loosens his grip on your hand slightly before releasing it entirely. He grabs one of the laminated menus.

Your hand feels strangely cold without his warmth.

You decide not to dwell on it. 

“How often do you come here?” You ask, picking up a menu of your own. 

“Uh…” You watch as Luffy bites the inside of his cheek, eyes scanning the pages with intense concentration. “...Enough.”

You blink at his answer, before nodding slowly.

“Do they know your order already?” You ask, half-joking as you begin to read through the menu yourself. 

“Probably.”

Right on cue, someone behind the counter yells, “Usual, Luffy?”

“Yeah!” He calls back, looking over your shoulder.

At that, you can’t help but chuckle. You’ve noticed that every time you’re with Luffy, he somehow makes everything feel a little less serious. Even worse, you’ve realized that you like it.

Like him.

Any further thinking on the matter is cut short when the waitress approaches your table, a notepad in hand.

The next few minutes pass in a blur of menus, orders, and Luffy somehow adding more food to his order twice.

You take a quick glance at your phone, checking the time. It’s nearly midnight.

About fifteen minutes later, there’s enough food on the table that you briefly wonder if more people are coming. You move your drink a bit closer to you to make room. Luffy looks concerningly happy with all of it.

He slides one of the plates closer to you, the sweet and savory scent of chicken and waffles wafting up to greet you. “You’ll like this one.” There’s a grin on his face, one you’ve grown fond of over these past couple of months.

“Is this what you usually get when you come here?” You ask, pulling a fork from your wrapped napkin.

“Yeah.”

You glance around at the amount of food.

“All of this?”

“No.”

You relax slightly, taking a bite.

“Usually more.”

You nearly choke on your waffle. But seeing his completely serious expression, you can't help but laugh, the sound mixing with the low hum of the heater nearby.

It’s silent for a moment, the air filled with quiet music from the small ceiling speakers and the clink of silverware.

Even though you’re tired of it yourself, you still think to ask about what you were explaining earlier. “Luffy?”

He hums in response, nearly face-first in a plate of pancakes. Luffy’s black eyes flick up to meet yours, a smudge of syrup on his cheek.

“Does any of the stuff I was talking about earlier actually make sense?” It’s kind of hard to tell with him.

The ravenette leans back slightly, facing you a bit more now. 

“Integrals are still weird.”

You nod, reaching for your drink. “That’s fair.”

“But I like when you explain stuff.”

Something coils in your chest, a warmth that has absolutely nothing to do with the heater. “Because it helps?”

“Because it’s you.”

You should probably respond to that, but you find yourself at a loss for words. It happens more often than you’d like with Luffy.

Luffy goes back to his food, his shoulder brushing against yours as he plucks a piece of bacon from your plate.

You don’t stop him. 

When you come to think of it, you haven’t stopped him from doing a lot of things lately.

He doesn’t move his shoulder away, and neither do you.

In all honesty, you’re not sure when tutoring turned into late-night diner trips. 

But you’re not sure you want it to stop.

taglist: @kingofthe-egirls

a/n: hbd to @luffystoefungus !! this is dedicated to her. thank you for reading 🩵

[cashmakozume]

tattoo artist! iwaizumi hajime x nail artist! reader

oh no! you own the nail salon next to iwaizumi's tattoo shop. what do we do? him!

my masterlist

warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it

miyako's notes // i shat this out bc i couldn't stop thinking about tattoo artist! iwaizumi but i couldn't sit and outline a whole story for it IM SORRY shoutoutz to @dumdogs and @lilylilylilylilysstuff for enabling me

[angeltoend]

happy pride month angels !☺️

[angeltoend]

HAIIII!!! I wanted to come by and say that I love your writing style and your aesthetic so much! Your writing style feel so pure and beautiful like poetry 🥹🥹🥹

EEE thank u angel ur so sweet🥹💞💞 this put a smile on my face im happy you enjoyed (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

[angeltoend]

𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❤︎

katsuki

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬?

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

[angeltoend]

“𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬?” - katsuki didn’t understand how a winged idiot with the power to control someone with a simple kiss or her hand manifested bow could be so oblivious.

he treated you completely different from anyone in the entire class. he carried your bags, brought you notes when you were to sick to come to class, he even learned how to make churros the way you liked them! you played with his hair all the time (without consequence) and he’d carry you to recovery girl when you got hurt.

you’ve even given him harmless cheek kisses that weren’t quirk-activated but genuine, or so he thought.

you and the girls of class 1A were all in the class lounge, gossiping, eating and giggling- as you all did every friday! you were laid on momos arm, face full of churros that katsuki made you yesterday as you listened to ochako ramble about how didn’t like deku.

your eyes hazily eyes the gravity-less girl float around the ceiling before they moved on to kyoka. mina finally spared ochako from the crush topic and moved onto whatever kyoka had going on with denki. now you were a little dumb but you weren’t stupid. you could pay attention to just about anyone else’s love-related-business but your own! it was in your nature!

usually you’d be engaging in the conversation too but you were specifically out of your head tonight. you were so out of your head your wings had your floating in the air like ochako with momos hand gently grasped around your ankle so you wouldn’t hit you head on the light.

“what’s got you so distracted, [❤︎]?” your head lolled as you looked down to answer yaomomo’s question with a hum. you still had those churros stuffed in your mouth.

before you could even get the chance to answer, mina jumped up to pull you down next to her. “she’s thinking about her boyfriend! what else could have her so zoned out?”

you didn’t even process getting yanked down by her. your head turned towards her in confusion, about to question her but then tsuyu interrupted you too!

“whenever she’s not in her room it’s bakugos or somewhere out with him.”

when you heard katsuki’s name you were even more confused because you weren’t even aware people thought you had a boyfriend.

as you listened to everyone talk about your so called relationship with him, katsuki, denki, eijiro and hanta all walked past the lounge with snacks in hand. katsuki had a unmistakable pink and sweets filled plastic bag in his hand, gripped like it was sacred. none of you even noticed them, being immersed in the conversation.

the four of of them were all at the tables, taking the snacks out of their plastic grocery bags as they sat down. katsuki opened up the bag to candies, a strawberry soda and powered donuts. all obviously yours with the only thing being his was a protein bar.

denki leaned over allll in katsukis space, getting a good look at the not so healthy snacks on the table.

“you’re eating all of that, bakugo?” katsuki pushed the lightning boy out of his space and grumbled.

“no, dunce face they’re for [n/n]- [❤︎].” he caught himself when he used the nickname but his voice wasn’t in the usual aggressive manner he spoke in.

eijiro poked up, sharky teeth showing while he opened up whatever nutrient bar he picked up at the gas station. “it’s hella manly to buy all of that for your girlfriend, bakugo!”

girlfriend. the simple word fit so perfect with his idea of you that he didn’t even question it. why would he? the snacks, the sleepovers, the kisses, those aren’t things friends would do.

katsuki was pulled out of his thoughts when he overheard his name come from the girls conversation from the other side of the room. he didn’t think much of it but did get up so he could bring you the requested snacks over to you.

“how is bakugo as a boyfriend anyway, [❤︎]? it’s like you don’t tell us anything about him besides these damn churros.” mina tried to pull one of your churros but you held them against your chest and wiped the cinnamon off your mouth. you were still so confused.

“‘suki isn’t my boyfriend why do you all keep saying that?”

the whole room got quiet. the girls stared at you with shocked eyes, the boy’s conversation quieting and katsuki freezing completely. it felt like time stopped

the blonde boy was frozen in place and paused his walk over to you.

complete silence.

katsuki had never been so confused and hurt in his life. did he misread all the signals? or were you just that oblivious to the obvious signs?

all the girls made eye contact with katsuki who was standing behind the couch you were sitting on. you turned around, your head tilting when your eyes met katsuki. your lips turned into a smile when you saw him and the bag of candies he held.

that stupidly cute smile did nothing good for his heart because how could you look at him like you didn’t say anything wrong?

he dropped the bag next to you without a word and went to his dorm. you frowned. you turned your head back to momo with a confused look on your face.

“what’s wrong with him?”

momo didn’t do anything but sigh as she let kyoka answer for her. “if you two aren’t dating i don’t think anyone but you knew that.”

your eyes flickered from kyoka, then to eijiro, hanta, and denki who came to all sit at the lounge with the rest of you.

“katsuki’s just my friend what made you guys think we were dating? i feel like this is one inside joke i don’t know about.”

everyone was looking at you (and was thinking) like your brain was full of glitter instead of grey matter.

eijiro sighed, like he was trying to put this in the nicest way possible. “[❤︎], you don’t notice the difference between the way bakubro treats you versus the rest of us?” he motioned to the bag of candy and then the finished container of churros in your lap.

you stared down at the snacks with your finger tracing the bags logo silently. your mind wandered off to the way katsuki would pay for whatever you asked for when you two went out, when he’d help you clean those perfect wings of yours, when he’d stay up past his strict bedtime schedule just because you wanted him to, things he’d never ever be caught doing for anyone else.

you bit your lip awkwardly from the tension. was all of that really special treatment?

“you should probably go check on him, [❤︎].” ochako suggested. before you could protest, tsuyu took your bag of snacks out of your hands with her tongue and momo shushed you.

“you’ll get those back after you go talk to him. you two clearly have stuff to sort out.”

and that’s how you found yourself at katsuki’s door, bouncing from your heels to your toes after you knocked. you weren’t nervous but you really did feel guilty if he really was hurt.

“go away shitty hair i don’t need-“ he immediately shut up when he saw you at the door, wrapped up in your wings. he didn’t even get the chance to greet you before you were already finding yourself way to his bed.

“hi ‘suki.”

“[❤︎].”

he shut the door behind him, his eyes avoiding you as he sat at his desk.

“the churros were good.”

he hummed quietly in response, fingers drumming on the wood. god it was awkward and the tension was going through the roof.

“are you mad at me?” in came out of your mouth in a whisper, the subtle guilt seeping through your voice.

katsuki finally looked at you, sighing and shaking his head. “no, idiot im not mad of you.” he could never be mad at you.

“i didn’t know everyone thought we were dating. just thought you were a lot nicer than everyone acts like you are. didn’t know you liked me that way.”

“yeah well i do.”

everything he said came out in timid mumbles. he didn’t think he’d have to tell you to confirm his feelings he thought it’d just come naturally. “you know, with you being a cupid copy you’re hella oblivious to what’s right in front of you.”

your mouth puffed up a little. you let out a deep dramatic sigh and fell on your back on his familiar mattress. smoke, burnt sugar and caramel. you felt the bed dip as he laid next to you, face staring up to the ceiling. when you turned your head to look at him your voice caught in your throat. this felt different than usual. you’ve slept in the same bed as each other plenty of times. he looks a lot cuter than you realized.

“you’re actually not too bad on the eyes, ‘suki.” you could’ve sworn you saw his ears flush til he flicked your temple. “ow katsuki, what the hell!”

your wing covered the side of your head and you felt two strong arms pull you close with a grumble vibrating against your head like a purr. “be my girlfriend.”

you pulled up your head from where is what damn near suffocating against his chest with a dumb-cheeky smile on your face. “magic word, ‘suki.”

he held back an annoyed groan before he pleaded, “please, [❤︎]. let me be your boyfriend.”

“hmmm. you may.” you went in for a cheek kiss but he swiftly turned his head and kissed you on the lips. his hand cradled your face, the kiss lasting a few more seconds before you both pulled back.

“can you make me some more churros later?”

he pulled you back in, mumbling as your wings wrapped around the both of you. maybe you’ll get more churros later.

“shut up, birdbrain.”

a/n from LAYLALALAA ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵): oh em GOSSSHHHH I finally finished this I have no idea why it took me so long. first mha fic is here, also thinking of a theme change to match with my pinterestttt . no proofread per usual cs who got time for that

[strawb3rry-mel]

[angeltoend]

we're kind of twinning with the kali themes🤭

ahhh yes!!☺️ ive literally had kali on repeat this last two days

[stvrlighttgabss]

the last of the frosting.

— pairings: sanji x fem!reader

when you ask Sanji for late night cinnamon rolls, he has absolutely no issue with making them for you.

The waves beneath the Thousand Sunny rock gently, expectedly calm for this time of night. You’re sitting at the kitchen island, legs swinging as you watch Sanji practically dance around the kitchen. 

The galley smells warm and sweet, the scent of cinnamon and butter filling the room as he sets the oven timer.

His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and you can’t help but take a moment to admire the pretty sculpt of his arms before your eyes flicker back up to his face. Sanji’s deft hands roll dough beneath his palms, small patches of flour decorating his fingers.

He looks beautiful.

It’s a thought that’s crossed your mind many times before. On the deck, in the aquarium—even during battles. But especially like this.

In his own world. Cooking.

The dim, amber lights of the kitchen bathe his blonde hair perfectly as Sanji hums a soft tune beneath his breath.

“You know, Sanji,” You start, resting your chin in your palm. “When I said I wanted cinnamon rolls thirty minutes ago, it could have waited until morning.”

A quiet chuckle leaves him.

“Could have,” he agrees easily. “But then you’d have to wait until morning.” 

Oh, how you love his voice. How soft it always is with you.

You can’t help but huff out a soft laugh, watching as he dusts some of the flour from his hands. “And how tragic that would’ve been.”

“Exactly.” Sanji places a hand dramatically over his chest before flashing you a charming grin. “And I simply couldn’t have you suffering, mon amour.”

You roll your eyes, looking down at your free hand resting on the countertop. Before you can stop it, a smile gives you away immediately.

Observant as he is, Sanji catches it in seconds.

And there it is again—that look.

Like he’s far too happy with himself for being the reason behind it.

He turns fully towards you this time, leaning back against the counter. There’s a knowing look in his eyes, crinkled a bit by his smile. “You always smile like that when I cook for you.”

Your stomach, that traitor, does an embarrassing little flip. “I do not.”

“You do, love.”

Before you can argue, he’s sliding the leftover icing bowl across the counter.

“Do you want the rest?” The chef places a spoon down with a quiet clink, like he already knows you will. 

You stare at it for a beat, and then, with a soft smile, you grab it.

“Thank you,” You murmur. Of course, he remembers how much you like frosting.

Thankfully, you don’t notice the way he looks at you, skin warm in a way that has nothing to do with the oven heat.

It’s quiet for another long moment as Sanji begins to clean the counters.

“Can I help?”

Sanji glances up. “Help?”

“You’re cleaning, and all I’m doing is sitting here eating icing.” You set the bowl down. “Seems pretty unfair.”

He shakes his head, followed by the quiet squeak of the cleaning spray. “Oh no, ma chérie. I’m alright.”

But of course, you don’t listen.

And why would you? You’ve seen it yourself. All Sanji does is give, without expecting much of anything in return. Sometimes, during late nights like this one, you wonder what it’d be like to take care of him.

You’re up before he can protest any further, the barstool quietly sounding against the wooden floor.

He turns, watching as you round the island.

“Mon coeur—”

“Yes?” You glance over your shoulder, turning on the faucet.

Something about your look makes Sanji pause for a moment, before sighing dramatically. There’s something in his eyes that’s softened, though not from exhaustion.

“You can be real stubborn, you know that?” He’s beside you now, picking up a drying towel from the rack.

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips. “So are you, Sanji. Especially when it comes to being taken care of.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, taking one of the plates from your hand. You return your attention to another plate, scrubbing lightly. 

"...You worry too much."

When you glance up, Sanji is still smiling. But it isn’t like his more charming or playful ones. Instead, it’s softer. 

More…him.

“Yeah? Well…” When you pass him another plate, you don’t let your gaze linger, despite how much you want it to. “...You deserved to be worried over.”

It’s silent for a moment. The only sound between you two now is the running faucet.

Something about the way you say it makes his expression falter, just for a moment. So certain. Like there isn’t a doubt in your mind about it.

The plate in his hand stills. Then he chuckles softly.

"You're too kind to me, ma chérie."

Somehow, his smile has made it onto your face instead. 

“I mean it.” You murmur.

From there, the two of you work in a comfortable silence. A couple more dishes pass between your hands, a few more minutes drifting by.

Waves gently rock the bottom of the Sunny.

And before long, the kitchen is clean.

a/n: this is extremely self-indulgent because i personally love cinnamon rolls, but anyways, thank you for reading !!

[angeltoend]

the strawhat crew was exploring the new island you all docked at, but obviously someone had to stay back. usopp offered in his usual cowardly manner and you said you’d stay to keep him company! obviously you two needed someway to pass the time. your eyes lingered on his hair, running your digits through his curls. why not braid it all back for him? it’s summer, it’s hot, and he needed it out of the way.

with usopp’s head between your legs, gentle fingers braiding his hair into cornrows. the side of his head rested on your knee as the rattail comb glided over his scalp, parting his hair.

with the slow rock of the sunny you required extra stillness that you needed usopp to provide. stillness you didn’t expect to be given so easily from the tender headed man. any other time you’ve braided his hair his movement would skyrocket to luffy’s level!

but despite that he was still and quiet, slouched against your thigh.

“usopp?” your hands smoothed out the gel between the section of his coils, getting ready to start braiding again. all you got out of him was a sleepy "hmm?"

“you’re quiet. what’s on your mind, nocchio?” he stiffened the assumption of his mind being in another place. the nickname rolled off your tongue in a way that didn’t sound insulting if it were to come from someone else.

“nothing! nothing, [❣︎].” the defensiveness oozed from his words and posture, heightening your suspicion. his stiff body was sat up straight until your hand pushed it back to your knee to make him relax. he huffed, “nothing..”

you finished two of the cornrows on his head, patting another section.

“usopp,” you hummed, the cold end of the comb on his scalp making him shiver. “talk to me.”

your tone was soft but firm. your fingers spread his curls as his eyes drooped.

“alright.” he paused, savoring the soft scratches of your nails. clean scalp, your fingers and it just being the two of you? he’ll tell you anything.

“look i just don’t get it, [❣︎]. you could have anyone on any island, on this crew if even and you chose me. s’been bothering me on whether it’s out of pity or not. you see a cowardly ‘pirate’ and don’t insult me once. not for my nose, my lies, my anything.”

you went quiet when you heard him finally spill what’s been bugging him. you paused your braiding and sighed.

“what’s there to insult, usopp?” you paused again, going back to braiding. “you’re talented, your handsome, you’re respectful. i’ve never seen anyone with such a perfect shot but i do see all the potential you seem to ignore.”

you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple and finished another cornrow.

another kiss. “you’re mine, usopp. my sogeking.”

he let out another huff, nose bumping your knee as he kissed the top of your thigh. his face was heated up, a light shade of red that you couldn’t see showing up on his brown skin.

“god, you make me dizzy.”

a/n from angelayyyy! : k tried to keep this as in character as i could and was stressing out about it then i realized it’s my fic. i love usopp hes my baby.

@beyluvr2000444 for you, mama ♡

[angeltoend]

𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.. ❤︎⁠

luffy

tba

ace

his island girl

zoro

group cuddle sesh

sanji

petals and orange slices

usopp

reassurance

robin

one sleepy angel

[angeltoend]

“𝐢 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐠𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬!” ; masterlist

one piece

my hero academia

more tba <3

[angeltoend]

how i look writing and scrapping and writing some more so i can post daily for the summer

[angeltoend]

angel!reader who finds complete comfort in miss nico robin herself after joining the strawhat crew.

you can find her in the sunny’s library with robin, cuddled up to her side or floating above the taller woman as she reads to her.

she floats around the shelves, fingertips dragging along the books for robin to read to her. her hands landed on a thin spined book, white with pink and green lettering. “the princess and the pea”.

“this one..” she murmured to herself as she picked it off by shelf, fluttering wings bringing her back to robin.

“what did you pick, [ʚɞ]?”

she hummed, moving back to the floor to curl up into her side on the floor. she pushed the book into robins hands, finger tracing the cover in a sleepy silence.

“the princess and the pea? this is a good one.”

as robin started to read, she slowly drifted off to sleep. nobody was immune to that honeyed voice that was like the ears version of melatonin. soon enough, angel was knocked out with her cheek squished against robin’s shoulder.

robins hand carded through the winged girls hair and her reading came to a pause.

“falling asleep this easily i know who wouldn’t end up princess in this story.”

a/n from angelayyy: this was originally gonna be a zorobin x reader but ended up just being robin. anyway hope you enjoyed ☺️

[angeltoend]

when you joined the crew, to sanji, it was like nami and robin never existed, or any other woman in fact. you’d been blessed with one of the most beautiful devil fruits that gave you the ability to produce any plant whether it was flowers, herbs, weeds and poison meaning your were a natural at healing. you had just the sweetest soul too, helping him in the kitchen, leaving gentle lingering touches in his face, using your ability to make him seasonings he’s never tried before, the list goes on!

the sunny was decorated in all types of flowers making your presence known to all of the crew. usually you were in the sick bay helping chopper but this evening you find yourself in the kitchen instead. you were sat on the counter, peeling oranges and putting the peels into a pot while you pushed the slices into sanjis mouth as he baked.

“what are the peels for, mon coeur?”

you slipped from the counter, padding off to the sink and filling the pot with water to boil. You moved to stand next to sanji, placing the pot on one of the free stoves.

“s’a simmer pot. makes the room smell nice when you boil it.”

you turned on the stove, hands raising above the boiling water as fresh sage and bay leaves fell from your palms. sanji’s lovesick gaze never left you as the fruity scent started to fill the kitchen.

“hand me a cinnamon stick sanji.”

sanji was snapped out of his hazy thoughts, his long arm extending to the other side of the counter and was brought back with a cinnamon stick in hand. when you put it into the pot it might’ve created the most heavenly smell sanjis smelt in his life.

you gently stirred the pot, signaling for sanji to hand you another orange. he peeled it for you, dropping them into the pot. the kitchen fell into a silence, a comfortable silence.

you felt an orange slice press against your lips, graciously accepting it with a smile as he returned the favor.

the kitchen was now filled with the sent of cinnamon-y oranges and the late night pasta sanji had over the stove.

he turned off his stove, setting his pasta into a bowl and decorated it in marinara sauce. your eyes were stuck on those slender fingers of his while you mindlessly stirred the simmering pot. he placed the plate of pasta on the candle lit dining table before coming back to you to wrap his arms from behind.

sanji smelled like smoke and hints of lemon. it went nicely with the scent of the room. it made you a little dizzy too.

he took your hand, thumb rubbing the back of it with a tenderness that only he could give.

“may i take you out for dinner, mademoiselle [᪥]?”

you turned off your stove, turning in his arms to face him. you took a few seconds to think like you were pretending to think when you were already going to say yes. just before the worlds could leave your mouth, you saw a suspiciously long arm enter the kitchen, feel up the table and grab a big portion pasta off of the plate. the hand zoomed out just as quickly and you looked back up at sanji.

“well..”

he raised his visible eyebrow at your mumble, turning around just to see the same stretchy arm once again on the plate, this time taking the entire dish.

now sanji did almost yell his captains name out loud but brushed your face with his hand with an apologetic look before swiftly leaving the kitchen. all you heard was yells and luffys oh so familiar giggles coming from the deck.

oh well, maybe next time.

a/n from lay ⨾༊·˚: wow i am getting consistent i wonder how long i can keep this ideas up for 🤤 if everything goes right usopp fic will be delivered tomorrow ❤️‍🩹🙏🏽. this can be depicted as opla i guess but not really what i had in mind.