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Can I get a part 2 of the platonic Yandere bonten and teen reader maybe if reader gets their period and how the bonten members would try to help or them trying to encourage the reader to take care of themselves more

─ Yandere!platonic!Bonten x teen!reader

─ Summary: Functional adults going crazy over your first period, sounds like a good plan for the day

─ Warnings: nothing explicit, unjustified obsession, overprotection, and typical yandere traits

Part One

The feeling of being on parole was something you never thought you’d experience, trapped —though you accepted it— with a group of psychopaths who gave you certain freedoms as long as you didn't leave the group, it was something you never thought would happen. Their behaviors surpass your thoughts, they surpass the rational.

They see problems where there are none, they complicate everything just by and for you, which doesn't make you feel bad, but cared for, but you understand that they exceed limits on certain occasions. Without going any further, the other day a poor shop assistant in a store told you that your favorite color didn't flatter you, it was a bit depressing to hear it, but that person was an expert designer, he ended up fired.

It's not normal. They are not normal. To begin with, they are mobsters, but you recognize that they are not sane, and that part is what terrifies you the most, not for yourself, since they have shown that you should give yourself more importance, but for all the people who say something offensive toward you, who look at you wrong, or even who ignore you. If before your life was lonely, now it is even more so —if you don't count the crazies of Bonten—, before because of the bad luck that followed you, now out of pity that those people might suffer something more cruel than a slow and painful death.

Which makes you close yourself off more within the group, something that isn't entirely annoying, but it is boring, since they don't know how to talk about anything other than; crime, work, money, weapons, other criminal gangs, your well-being… they don't understand your humor, they don't understand your expressions, they don't understand the vibe, because you are in different stages of life, and as much as it bothers you, you miss your friends a bit, even though they weren't always the best to you, you had a good time, you enjoy the little things.

And they are not so much in disagreement with you "returning" to your old life, but they don't like it, they don't like it because they feel that if you do, you don't value yourself enough, they feel that you are picking up crumbs. You don't deserve crumbs, you don't deserve to have those careless parents, those inattentive friends, the members of Bonten still don't understand how it is that you keep having such pessimistic thoughts with everything they do for you.

Mikey, who at first didn't care much about the fact that you had practically been adopted by his subordinates, found himself clinging to the idea that maybe if he had something separate from all the chaos that his life became, it would make him feel better, so he made it a priority to take care of you to show that not everything in his life had crumbled, that he could take care of something without breaking it.

The problem is that he took it to an overly obsessive extreme, to the point that you can barely have any time without being supervised, you are not always with them, but there is always someone watching, which gives you chills.

Rin enjoys it very much, he is one of the youngest, and he feels attached to the days when he committed crazy acts along with his brother in other gangs, he is only there for the chaos and destruction, he loved using you as an excuse to be mean to other people. His brother Ran also enjoys it, but to a lesser degree, rather he is there to worsen the situation ─encouraging his brother─ while also calming it down when he sees that you are too scared.

That is another of your problems.

Yes, you are desensitized in many aspects, but these guys… their actions really cause you terror because of how cruel they can be, and they don't have a single drop of shame if you are right there, better yet, that way you see what they do for you.

Sanzu is undoubtedly the worst, he always uses the excuse that since you've already seen him kill ─in your first and untimely encounter─, it doesn't matter if you see him doing it often, that or torturing people, whether for pleasure or because they looked at you wrong and made you look down. Even though at the beginning you accepted his twisted care, you always look for an open gap to get away from his vision, from the group, or from other members you don't know who are inside all this mess, you know you can't run away, not for long, but it feels calmer when you go back for a while to your old and miserable life.

You feel that they give too much importance to your existence, just out of the desire of not wanting it.

Your feelings are very contradictory, just like this whole situation, because, what are the most wanted criminals in the country; twisted, ruthless, bloody, deadly… doing taking care of a teenager who wants to leave the earthly plane? It doesn't make any kind of sense, which makes you really rethink the sanity of all these guys.

And the weirdest thing of all is that they also treat you as if you were their therapist, Koko and Mochi complain a lot to you about the workload and responsibilities they have as if you could give them advice, when the most you contribute is saying "Aw, that sucks" or "Wow, what bad luck, I'm sorry", to go back to burying your nose in the game you play on your phone. Oh god, and Takeomi, Takeomi complains as if he were paid to talk about his problems, but since you have nothing to do, and you feel a bit bad if you ignore him, you simply nod to everything he says, anyway, you prefer listening to complaints over seeing the grotesque scenes of a drugged Sanzu blowing someone's brains out.

You really think that the only sane one is Kakucho, at least, he is the one with the fewest weird tendencies, that, or he hides it very well, certainly, he is the only one who doesn't like you seeing the group's erratic behaviors toward you, he softens the impact of the whole situation, but that doesn't mean he hasn't become obsessed with your existence, he feels too much compassion for you.

In general, they all cling to Mikey's idea, to a greater or lesser degree, taking care of you and keeping you healthy from everything and everyone makes them feel better about themselves in a twisted way for the simple fact of putting you before everything without giving importance to other lives.

And here is where the problem came.

Because generally they always have someone to pin the blame on, someone to take it out on, something tangible, causing your problems.

But this time it wasn't a person, nor anything they could fight, kill, or torture.

You felt as if someone were slowly stabbing you, but there was no weapon, but it was a pain so sharp and persistent that you felt someone was truly killing you, but it was only you, in a huge room, with an overly comfortable bed. The sudden pain made you shudder, it immobilized you for a few minutes until you felt strong enough to go to the bathroom, since the painful sensation came with a strange urge to urinate.

"I can't believe it…"

You identified it instantly when you saw the blood on your underwear, screw it, your first period was being more painful than you had been told it would be, you know that it's a completely different experience for everyone, but this overwhelmed you. It hurt a lot, you didn't have intimate hygiene products there, you felt overstimulated by the situation, which made you angry, with yourself, with everything, for no reason, you just wanted to scream and hit something while crying at the same time, you were cold but your body was hot, everything sucked.

Since you couldn't do anything, and you didn't want to stain your clothes further, you waited for the guys to notice your absence, which didn't take long.

"Are you in there? I'm coming to get you, let's go for a walk! Takeomi complains that you don't get enough sun, I promise I won't hit anyone like last time."

Rin's voice sounded on the other side of the door, he only heard your groans, half-growls, you didn't even feel like expressing how bad you felt nor what you needed, you hoped the message would be transmitted with the few words and complaints you offered him.

It took the Haitani a while to understand your discomfort, hesitating whether to deprive you of your privacy because your voice sounded pained, if he hadn't quickly understood that no one had stabbed you and that it was a girl problem, he truly would have broken down that door to kill your supposed attacker with his own bare hands.

The news spread like wildfire, and immediately ─after putting on the necessary protection and changing your stained clothes─ you were surrounded by men discussing what to do, as if they were planning a civil war, as if someone had truly made an attempt on your life. Just because you cried a little, just because you almost choked taking the pills to ease the pain, just because you felt strange due to all the emotions that the physical change of development generated in you.

And they didn't know what to do with your irritation, with your sadness and small bursts of slight happiness when not feeling the pain, because it wasn't something they could threaten, it wasn't someone to intimidate or hit.

"Can you stop looking at me as if I were a sick medieval child on their deathbed? You're putting me in a bad mood."

Everyone looked at each other as if you weren't yourself, true, you are never unpleasant, just… peaceful and listless, but you are never angry, which makes them worry more and irritate you more. It takes a small argument to make only one stay in the room and for them to take turns if they want, but to stop looking at you as if you were glass just a breath away from breaking into tiny pieces. So they do it, each one takes turns to see how you are doing, also not knowing very well what to do with a teenager in this state, considering they had never experienced a situation like this either.

Takeomi was the one who understood the situation the most, he covered all your whims perfectly, he practically took the initiative to guide the others, he prevented Sanzu from staying too long, he let Kakucho comfort you, he prevented the Haitani brothers from annoying you too much… although in an inexperienced way, they all stood firm as if your words were those of a high-ranking commander and they were mere cadets.

You ended up totally exhausted from their exaggerations.

Most of the day had already passed at least, you could only sigh with relief once you returned to your room, some days they let you go back to your parents, but you have the feeling that this time it won't be soon, ironic that your parents don't even give a shit about your disappearances or question where you are.

You hug yourself once you get comfortable in bed, looking at the ceiling in the darkness of the night, many thoughts cross your mind while you massage the area that hurts the most, using a hot water bottle that Kokonoi gave you to help soothe the discomfort, you are about to fall asleep when the door opens, letting in the light from the hallway.

"I barely saw you all day because of all… that mess, I just came to see if you're okay or if you need anything."

Even though Mikey's words seem to be comforting, his monotonous tone of voice seems to express the opposite, he has certainly been the one who visited you the least today, but as always, he finds a gap to let you know of his existence and his control over everything.

"Yeah, I don't need anything, I'm already a bit better, I think…"

He hums, approaching the edge of the bed to sit there, he observes you in silence with his dead gaze, managing to give you a chill as always, you don't get used to how disturbing his presence seems, but you don't fight to move away either. His hand moves to your head, caressing it carefully, his movements seem almost robotic, but they manage to soothe you enough for you to calm down.

Mikey observes in silence as you breathe softly, intrigued by the docility that surrounds you, even in situations you don't control, even when they do things you don't like, when they know perfectly well that some of their attitudes terrify you but you don't fight to flee, at least not actively, it only makes him grow more attached to you.

Bonten has survived the crisis of a teenager with her first period, but they weren't taking into account that this was only the first day. Tomorrow maybe you'll leave them bald with your mood swings.

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Can I get a funny jjk scenario ask with a sorcerer!reader? They’re a teacher of the school along side Gojo and Nanamin. Pretty powerful and super joyful. They’re a jokester by nature and loves messing with people but they still take their job seriously. Gojo and reader have this weird relationship where they try to out do each other when it comes to their sense of humor. So one morning the class is all in one room waiting for it to start when reader runs in slamming themselves behind the open door and tells the class to act like they aren’t there.

Suddenly Gojo sticks his head in face covered in permanent marker drawings. He’s smiling but it’s nothing but ominous with the promise of retribution. He leaves swiftly as reader lets out a breath. Reader managed to catch him while he was asleep. Reader then proceeds to spend the rest of the day hiding from the Strongest as he stalks the grounds for them. Though it’s a lot harder since reader is specialized in stealth and evasion abilities. How do Gojo, Yuji, and Nanamin react to the situation?

─Gojo, Yuji & Nanami x sorcerer!reader

─Summary: one of your jokes ends in a game of tag.

─Warnings: none

Age won't stop your fun, it doesn't matter that you're now a mature adult with a sense of responsibility and a certain seriousness to uphold, even as a teacher, you can't help but spend your time joking around or doing silly things. Of course, that doesn't mean you're incompetent, you maintain your professionalism when necessary, but right now, all you can do is run while letting out silly little giggles.

You were on a break when you saw Gojo dozing off, you had finished your classes for the day, so your entire afternoon was free, seeing the white-haired man peacefully asleep before his next class made you smirk mischievously.

Using all your knowledge as a sorcerer, you managed to approach him silently, perfectly concealing your presence and energy as if you didn't even exist. You grabbed a whiteboard marker and carefully drew obscene things on your friend's well-groomed face, you celebrated silently for not waking him up, after all, you don't train students in the art of stealth and deception for nothing, it’s your specialty.

The problem is, you celebrated too soon. Just before crossing the doorway, you felt Gojo's cursed energy brushing against the back of your neck, you didn't turn around to check if he was standing, you just bolted, using your concealment ability to lose him, hoping your giggles weren't too audible.

Gojo jumped up instantly, he only saw your figure vanish into thin air. He hadn't noticed you before, but he’s known you since you were both students in these very same classrooms where you now teach, and he knew you’d done something.

"Good at hide-and-seek, but the artistic skills haven't improved a bit..."

His brow furrowed in a mix of irritation and amusement as he looked in a nearby mirror, you had painted ugly things on his face, and it wouldn't have bothered him so much if the marker wasn't being so difficult to wipe off. He grew tired of it quickly and decided to find you to make you fix it, or worse, to get his revenge.

You're good at your job as an occultist, but he is still the strongest.

You ran through the hallways, dodging the overwhelming presence your friend was letting out, noticing he was getting closer and closer, you resorted to something simpler, hiding in a slightly more visible spot. You changed direction and headed straight for the classroom where Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji were waiting for Gojo.

You dashed through the door, closing it firmly but quietly, Megumi didn't pay you any attention, and Nobara still had her nose buried in her phone, the only one who looked up with a bright smile was Yuji.

"What are you doing here, Sensei? I thought we had class with Gojo."

"Yeah... don't worry about it, Yuji, he’ll be here in a second, and if he asks, don't tell him I'm here, okay?"

"Why-?"

The teenager didn't have time to finish, you vanished into the back of the class, blending into the environment just as Gojo entered, his face smeared from his futile attempts to clean it.

"I know you're in here, I'm giving you a chance to come out."

The white-haired man scanned the room, trying to detect the slightest fluctuation in cursed energy. Yuji froze like a statue, holding his breath as if he were the one being chased, small drop of sweat rolled down his cheek as he watched Gojo take long strides toward the spot where you disappeared.

He hesitated for a single second, Yuji always had fun watching you and Gojo argue over the stupidest things, it was like watching a live comedy show, so, he warned you immediately, partly for the fun of it and partly to delay class.

"Run, Sensei! Now's your chance!"

He stepped in Gojo's way, even though it didn't do much, it gave you a small advantage to run. You were burning through a lot of cursed energy just for this silly chase and getting tired, but it was all for the pride of not getting caught, you thanked Yuji with a small smile, eh, you loved that kid, you’d get him a souvenir during your next mission.

The chase resumed, though it lasted less time this time, Gojo didn't let you slip away so easily again, he had already wasted enough time. He caught you easily, blocking your path and smiling arrogantly at your lack of escape routes.

"Aw, fine, you caught me."

You rolled your eyes playfully, crossing your arms and finally relaxing as you listened to the complaints of the man who knew how to do nothing but whine about your pranks.

"I want you to wipe all of this off my face, oh, and you better stay alert, because I'm going to get you back when you least expect it."

You laughed at his response, pulling out some wet wipes you keep in your pocket for exactly this sort of thing. You stepped closer, rubbing his face so hard that his cheeks, chin, and forehead turned bright red.

"I don't know what happened, but I'm not surprised, seeing as you two never seem to mature."

A new voice joined the conversation, you immediately recognized Nanami, who was there to drop off reports for Masamichi. He had seen you both from a distance at the end of the chase, he wasn't sure whether to approach or not, it wouldn't be the first time that, by intervening, you and Gojo teamed up against him just to get on his nerves. But he ended up approaching anyway since you seemed to be done with your nonsense.

Both of you greeted the blonde man energetically, as if you hadn't just been bickering, Nanami was quite used to the chaos that ensued whenever you and Gojo were together. Luckily, he didn't work in a team with you two, or he’d have grey hair sooner than expected.

Separately, you were fine, but Nanami deeply refused to stay in a room with both of you for more than five minutes.

"Hey, Nanami, you still go to that bakery, right? I've been craving sweets lately, give me a recommendation."

"Well..."

Before he could answer, Gojo cut in, claiming he had much better recommendations for you, you looked at him for a moment before turning your attention back to Nanami, completely ignoring the white-haired man.

"So, any recommendations, Nanami?"

"Hey! I'm talking here!"

Despite the complaints of the strongest, you and Nanami ignored his voice, Nanami out of habit, and you just to annoy him. You successfully got Gojo to leave and go teach his class, leaving you with a moment of peace with the other man while Gojo planned his next revenge.

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Hi, I hope you're doing well! I wanted to let you know that there's an account on Wattpad that's reposting your stories without giving credit. They've used your account in some posts but not others, and I wanted to know if they had permission to do that or if it was you! The account is Vquiet_

yeeeesss don't worry!! and ty for ask jjj, that's me, is my spanish account ;p

just to make it clear, i have two accounts on Wattpad, veng__ and vquiet_

on Quotev as vquiet or I LOVE CATS

and on AO3 as gattities like here :>

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Si no es muchas molestia, me gustaría una reacción de los Heart Pirates ante un lector con una habitación LLENA de plantas y flores, con muchos tipos de plantas y flores en toda la habitación. En muebles, las esquinas de la habitación, macetas colgantes, en la ventana redonda, en mesitas, etc. Y cuando me refiero a MUCHAS plantas es a MUCHAS plantas, aunque si se puede vivir en la habitación y caminar. AMO TU TRABAJO 😻😻💗

─Translation: If it's not too much trouble, I'd love a reaction from the Heart Pirates to a reader with a room FULL of plants and flowers, lots of different kinds of plants and flowers all over the room. On furniture, in the corners, hanging planters, on the window frame, on side tables, etc. And when I say LOTS of plants, I mean LOTS of plants, even if you could actually live in the room and walk around. I LOVE YOUR WORK 😻😻💗

─Heart Pirates x reader

—Summary: Your room is full of life, literally

—Warnings: none

AHHHH yo sí que te amo a ti jahasjha, gracias cariño <3 (ya mismo lo subo a wattpad en español, pereme un momentin xp)

— You hadn't been with the crew for long, which is why nobody noticed your room at first.

— You love plants, too much, so much so that you don't mind sleeping right next to one that could be potentially poisonous.

— On every island you stop at, you take a plant, even if it's just a weed you pulled straight from the dirt, you manage to bring it back to life once you repot it.

— At first, it’s not noticeable, but one day Ikkaku passes by your cabin door and sees vines creeping out through the small spaces.

— When she knocks and you open the door, she no longer sees a room, she sees a jungle that leaves her speechless.

— There are plants on the ceiling, the window, the walls, the floor... it’s a beautiful sight, but you can barely move, at least she can't, you navigate perfectly through all the green undergrowth.

— As long as you’re comfortable, Ikkaku doesn’t really mind, she even offers to look after some of your plants if you're away for a long time on a mission.

— Bepo loves it, he says it reminds him of home, he loves rolling around on the floor, which looks like neatly trimmed grass, and between that and the lovely scent of your flowers, your room has become his favorite spot for naps.

— Shachi and Penguin are worried about your mental health because you truly have too many plants in there, they can’t even see your bed!

— There are even bugs living with you, bees, ladybugs, caterpillars... they don’t want to know what else might be in there.

— As long as you feel at home, it’s fine by them, but there’s no way they’re stepping inside if you invite them to hang out.

— Law is surprised, not by the quantity, but because he doesn't know when or how you managed to set up a mini-biome inside his submarine without him noticing.

— If he didn't have to maintain his serious captain persona, he’d actually applaud your audacity.

— He won’t ask you to get rid of them, he only asks that you keep the plants strictly inside your room.

— Luckily, no one is allergic to pollen, otherwise, they’d die ipso facto just by stepping into the submarine.

— Shachi and Penguin help you redecorate your room when you get bored of the plants that are wilting, Bepo gives you wildflowers to switch things up, and you give Ikkaku and Law small potted plants to keep in the kitchen and their cabins.

— You’ve also started placing more aromatic flowers in the common areas to act as natural air fresheners.

— They appreciate it because it really does smell good, but they hope you don't turn the entire submarine into a jungle, your room is already a special place, and that’s enough.

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Hello, sis, hw are u?? I had a kinda funny idea! What about a Shanks x reader who is colorblind? I was searching about it, and some people cant see a difference between red and green, so the reader, always got confused "why "red head" if his hair is green?" Jshsjsjsksksj and as a artist, the reader draw a portrait to show how the reader see Shanks Thank you!! (The image of Shanks with green hair don't want leave my mind)

─Shanks x colorblind!reader

─Summary: It's not until you decide to showcase your artistic talents that you discover why they're called "red hair pirates".

─Warnings: none

no wait thats so funny jahsdjahs, i'm good! hope u are fine too!! <3

— You had been traveling with Shanks and his crew for a long time, you had a great relationship with everyone, but you never understood why they were called the "Red Hair Pirates", none of them were redheads.

— You didn't give it much thought, maybe they just liked the name and that was it, you weren't one to judge their criteria for the crew's name, so you never questioned it or brought it up.

— Not until now.

— You had been practicing oil painting techniques, and Shanks was in the perfect pose to capture, you asked him to hold the position for a moment so you could paint him.

— He simply smiled and agreed, he loved your paintings but had never had the chance to be portrayed by you personally, so this was his opportunity to see how you interpreted his appearance.

— Benn was the first to look over your shoulder to see your progress.

─ Perhaps Benn was the only one who knew you were colorblind, not for any specific reason, but because he’d had a few arguments with you before regarding the color of certain objects, but he never paid much attention to it, he assumed you were aware.

— It wasn't a surprise to him, but Yasopp, who passed by a while later, was completely stunned, "Why are you painting Shanks' hair green?" Because is green...?"

— Lucky Roux walked by as well, bursting into laughter upon seeing the portrait of his captain, it looked like he had seaweed on his head instead of his flaming red hair.

— Shanks finally got tired of the commotion and approached to see the portrait.

─ He looked at it, then looked at you, everyone fell silent for a few seconds, "Is this really how I look in your eyes?" "Like what!?" "My hair isn't green!" "Of course it is! Are you all blind?"

— Even though it was everyone against you, you stood your ground, insisting that Shanks' hair was not red, you argued about the subject for at least an hour.

— "Why do you think we’re called the 'Red Hair Pirates' ?" You fell silent at Shanks' question, he was hiding an amused smile at the whole situation, "Well, I don't know! I thought you guys just liked the color red, or liked people with red hair!"

— Your answer only caused everyone to laugh harder, you still didn't understand what the problem was, you refused to believe your eyes were lying to you.

— Benn calmed down after a good laugh and tried to tell you it was okay, that you were simply colorblind, but you didn't take the explanation very well.

— Of course, you had never dealt with the issue so directly with anyone, and you’d never had trouble differentiating other colors before, you didn't even know you were colorblind yourself, discovering it because of Shanks' stupid hair was embarrassing.

— So, for the time being, your captain still has seaweed hair, you won't admit your mistake so easily, you're going to fight for your pride.

— Shanks ended up framing your painting in his quarters anyway.

[gatitties]

Sorry to bother you but on the saitama x reader post you misspelled 'saitama x reader' tag as 'sasitama x reader'. Love your writing ❤️

JAJDICNAMDNBRNSN thanksssss, I didn't realize, it's fixed now!!

that's what happens when I type fast and don't double-check what I write jjjjj

<3

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Hiiii are requests still open for JJBA?

If so, can I please request a platonic oneshot with the Stardust Crusaders saving a teen!fem!Reader who was kidnapped by Dio's minions?

Reader was Jotaro's classmate and the reason why she was kidnapped is because her Stand ability is to have and give immense luck and good fortune.

(If you're not comfortable with this ask, feel free to delete this)

(Otherwise, take as much time as you need! Don't rush yourself! Much love!)

─Crusaders x teen!fem!reader

─Summary: You don't expect to find your classmate during your "vacation".

─Warnings: none

Nah don't worry friend, I totally love the idea!! <3

— You never knew your luck wasn't just luck, but a sort of cursed spirit that made everything go your way.

— And you didn't know it until a pair of brothers kidnapped you and took you to… Egypt? Well, you didn't complain much, there was a "mistake" with your plane ticket thanks to your luck, and you ended up in a first-class seat.

— Despite being extorted for your recently discovered powers, you didn't resist upon knowing the destination was a country you hadn't visited, having faith in your Stand, you took it as a vacation, the brothers didn't seem very intimidating themselves anyway.

— You ignored most of their dialogue about your supposed boss, DIO, his purpose and all that was white noise to you, since you seemed cooperative, it wasn't necessary to implant any parasite to force you to obey and help.

— The main problem was that you had no idea how your Stand worked, yes, it gave you luck, but only to you.

— You’ll have time to figure it out, meanwhile, you travel here and there looking for someone (you don't know who because you haven't listened to anything they told you), forcing the two poor guys to take pretty pictures of you.

— And what a surprise! You ran into none other than your desk mate from high school, Jotaro was also surprised to find you in Egypt, of all the places you could be.

— Kakyoin broke the charming reunion by pointing out that you were on DIO's side for being with the brothers who had previously attacked them, while you were simply visiting the city.

— You argue with the group for a while about your position in all this mess, you aren't an enemy, you are an ally, and a very good one thanks to your Stand.

— Avdol ends up making the majority trust your word (since Jotaro believed you from the start), and you prove it later on, helping the boys with their problems and other Stand users.

— Your addition to the team made everything a bit less tense and more pleasant, having your luck on their side made everything easier.

─ Although you didn't have great control over your powers, Joseph helped you understand the context of everything in general; for once, you listened.

— Avdol was the one who helped you internalize it most, to find out exactly how your powers work and how to use them, you high-fived him when your Stand obeyed you for the first time.

— Although you didn't start off on the right foot with Kakyoin, you get along wonderfully with him after getting to know him better, he always makes sure you are by his side or Jotaro's because you are the least experienced in battle.

— Though you don't need much help, your luck simply deflects attacks, you find safety without knowing it, you go unnoticed by other enemies somehow… practically, your luck made you untouchable.

— This makes more of DIO's idiot followers try to steal your luck, that is, to steal you.

─ Jotaro seemed like a father trying to look after an "all-terrain" daughter who doesn't see danger, because you trusted your Stand with blind faith.

— While Jotaro racks his brain because you're so careless, you keep enjoying the trip as if it were a vacation.

─ Polnareff becomes your official photographer and gives you lots of advice on clothing styles that would look great on you.

— He also seeks comfort in you when Avdol "dies", you also forget to tell him that he wasn't actually dead...

— Everyone is so serious and takes everything so gravely that sometimes you feel bad for enjoying the experiences you're having, since your luck prevents you from getting hurt or having anything bad happen, it's very different for you.

— Because of those feelings, your Stand "evolves" (no, it doesn't, you just finally learn how it works), you discover that what gives you luck isn't the Stand itself, but that it generates a coin, and if you carry it on you, you have unlimited luck.

— So now you use the coin when someone else needs the luck, meanwhile, you investigate to see if more luck coins can be generated, since you only have one.

— This discovery makes everything easier for the group but harder for you, as you feel unprotected without your coin when you lend it to someone else.

─ Regardless, Joseph always reassures you that you'll be safe, and if necessary, you can put his master plan into action: running away without looking back.

— The positive side is that you have the element of surprise, when you can't depend on your luck, well, you resort to brute force, no one expects you to directly punch a Stand user without using your powers, but there you are, feeling like a boxer.

— Kakyoin laughs when you use that trick, but a part of his Hierophant Green stays by your side in case he has to pull you back.

— You're going to make Jotaro go bald even though you're more careful now, eh, you don't really fully grasp the gravity of everything in general.

— When Iggy joins, he stays by your side a lot as long as you have your luck coin on you, it ensures he stays safe and isn't bothered.

— Polnareff is the one who asks for the coin the most, strangely, whenever he goes to the bathroom, even when you're out of danger.

— You feel more and more familiar with your powers and with the boys, they make you feel less weird about this new discovery, they make a small place for themselves in your heart; everyone is kind (Jotaro in his own way), you feel welcomed by the group and, despite the strange beginning and the bitter end of the journey, you cherish every memory fondly.

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Can I have Saitama X childhoodfriend!Reader? Reader and Saitama have been friends since their school days. Before the powers or being a hero. They just always enjoyed each other’s company. Even after Saitama got overpowered and living alone. They still visit each other frequently. Cooking meals, shopping, or just casual hang outs. But here’s the thing Reader is pretty powerful themselves.

They can summon endless shadow like creatures to come to their aid or overwhelm enemies. Also they can possess more powerful foes turning them into mindless puppets Reader can control. They can easily be up there in the S-class heroes but never really had an interest in becoming a hero. Plus they never really had to use their powers since well… they were always with Saitama. And they always knew he’d have Readers back.

Even tho they consider themselves just friends a lot of people assumed they were an item on account of how comfortable they were with each other. Reader wiping the dirt or blood off his face, Saitama carrying them around if they asked, or reader along with Genos ready to wage war if someone dare insult him and making a fuss if he’s not given the credit he deserves. They just look at each other and shrug going Eh I don’t see it. Could I get a few shenanigans pretty please?

─Saitama x childhoodfriend!reader

─Summary: You enjoy your mundane life with your best friend, nothing more

─Warnings: none

Sorry for being so absent, work is killing me and now I'm addicted to Tomodachi :p

— You’ve known Saitama for as long as you can remember, you were neighbors, and your mothers were friends.

— You have always been by his side, you have no memories of other people your age or close to you, because he was enough for you.

— Saitama wasn't picky either, your presence was something he had grown accustomed to since the first time your mothers introduced you two.

— You are like two peas in a pod, always side by side, you hardly do anything separately, or at least, you didn't before.

— Over time, the relationship simply grew stronger, but each took a different path, Saitama was captivated by the idea of being a Hero, killing himself with training, while you sought something simpler for a living.

— When you discovered your powers, Saitama was the first to find out, he was so amazed that he pushed himself much harder in his training.

─ At first, he insisted you would be a great hero, but it just wasn't your thing, you yielded that position to him, and he took it so seriously that… he ended up bald.

— You laughed so hard the first time you saw him that eventually you felt bad and offered to donate your hair once it grew long enough, or to buy him some wigs.

— When you cook, you sneak in ingredients that promote hair growth without him noticing (sometimes he does notice, but he lets you get away with your nonsense).

— Both of you have blind trust in each other for anything, Saitama knows you can take care of yourself perfectly, but he will still watch over your shoulder if he notices the situation might become dangerous, you know Saitama is strong, but you silently cover his back without him knowing.

— He has always supported your idea of having a simpler life than that of a hero, just as you have always done everything possible to make Saitama's strength known.

— In time, you move a bit further away from his area for work, but that doesn't stop the daily visits, you always find a small moment in the day where it's just the two of you.

— You are so used to each other's presence that you don't necessarily need a topic of conversation, sometimes simple company is enough, and knowing the other will be there even in the worst moments is encouraging.

— You ask Saitama for many favors, and he does everything without complaining, even if it's the biggest stupidity like carrying you on his back because your legs hurt from walking so much.

— You also return the favors; at your job, you sometimes get discounts for different things, so you give those deals to him.

— The first time you met Genos, you fought with him because he wasn't Saitama's number one fan, you were.

— But the argument was short-lived, to the baldy's misfortune, you and Genos hit it off too well, forming a team capable of making him lose what little hair could ever grow back.

— Genos is the biggest fan of your relationship-non-relationship, no matter how many times you explain that you simply don't see Saitama as anything more than a non-romantic soulmate, he will interpret all your actions as something worthy of a couple.

— You simply decide to ignore his comments, both his and everyone else's, Saitama and you simply vibrate on the same wavelength, but nothing beyond that, you two just don't see it like the others do.

— A single look, a single gesture, is enough to know what each of you is thinking.

— Despite denying being a hero, you always accompany Saitama to his meetings with the other heroes (ironically, he is accompanying Genos, who is the only one ranked as an S-class hero).

— And despite the blatant invitations to be part of the association, you never accept.

— You fight with random people on the internet over Saitama's reputation, even if he doesn't care what they say, Saitama fights with the old ladies who steal your fresh produce at the supermarket, even if it doesn't bother you.

— Despite the great amount of danger following the discovery of the Monster Association, your life remains very routine.

— Not only because your powers prevent you from being in danger, but because your relationship with Saitama maintains that routine of normalcy; going shopping, meeting up for walks, sleeping together at least twice a week, fighting over who gets the high score in a silly game.

— It feels good to be by his side even when he has lost many emotions by becoming super strong, you fit together as well as puzzle pieces destined to be together.

─ You wouldn't change your relationship with your baldy for anything in the world, he makes you feel human, he makes you feel emotions, and that is enough for you to live happily.

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I never fail to be obsessed with your JJK fics I love them smmmm <33 I hope we get more in the future! It’s so rare to find platonic fics and I adore you for providing them especially in such high quality

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love u friend

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Hi! I loved your vessel!Reader and I was hoping maybe for a prelude please? Sukuna finally takes over Yuji’s body for the first time and of course he’s eager to start cutting people down. Fortunately, reader stumbles upon him first as their curse urged them to as they felt a familiar energy they haven’t felt in a long time. Sukuna and reader don’t have the most positive first encounter since reader doesn’t realize how dangerous the situation is giving Sukuna lip, not being intimidated in the slightest.

Sukuna believes a slash will be enough to shut them up but blinks the surprise away when reader brushes it off glaring and asking what’s his problem. Reader’s curse then buts in telling them be wary and remember what they taught them. Now a tad more serious and a bit excited Sukuna attacks first. The further their fight goes the king of curses starts to recognize those techniques, those stances… Suddenly he’s taken off guard when striking eyes full of mirthful familiarity, appear right under Reader’s more fierce eyes and a voice he thought he’d only hear in his memory goes “Well old friend, looks like great minds do think alike.” Sukuna barely speaks his old friend’s name before reader knocks him out with an ancient curse technique they learned from their curse. (They used to use it on Sukuna in their younger days much to Uruame’s amusement as they were pretty much play fights)

Reader catches Yuji’s unconscious body as he’s now back in control. Meanwhile Megumi and Gojo witnessed the whole scene while reader simply smiles and waves them over. While they do just that reader is having a conversation seemingly by themselves and simply goes “ok!” Soon multiple tattoos appear around their face and eyes take on a sharper look as they give them a cheeky smirk lugging Yuji over their shoulder. “How about a nice chat over tea, hm? It’s been forever since we had guest!” The curse suggested as they start walking away with Yuji still in their arms.

What are Gojo, Megumi, Sukuna, and Yuji’s (when he wakes up) reactions to learning there is another walking calamity among them and the events that have just occurred?

─ Gojo, Megumi, Sukuna & Yuji x vessel!reader

─ Summary: The beginning with your curse wasn't good, but at least you met some interesting sorcerers through it.

─ Warnings: none, use of (c/n) as cursed name, im not thinking about a name ty anon :P

Part One

Children are purely innocent creatures, void of knowledge, void of malice, void of thought, and highly influenceable by adults. Since you were little, you were taught to be obedient, not to ask questions, not to look, and not to question the type of education or the gloomy place where you were being raised.

You didn’t understand it due to your age; you only knew that your parents were kind, they loved you, and they cared for you. But there was something that seemed to have more of their attention, something they held more devotion for, something that, at the tender age of five, you did not comprehend.

A cult was not a good environment to develop a personality, a life, or thoughts, but since you were happy and easy to please, you did what they asked, unaware of the consequences it would bring.

Many adults and children had died because they were unable to contain an ancient curse that they worshipped in that cult where you grew up. Until you arrived, no one expected you to be fit to obtain that powerful curse, but you were so docile, so strong… your determination to make your parents proud allowed the curse to take up residence inside you.

It felt strange, but you didn’t mind because your parents were happy, happy that you were the vessel for the great curse (c/n)! That led them to spoil you, and they earned one of the highest ranks in the cult.

You were happy because everyone treated you well, but when the curse finally woke from their lethargy, completely weakened, and looked into the reflection of the mirror where they had been placed, they caused a total uproar. They couldn't even control your body! And even if they did, it would be useless! You have zero combat skills, zero sorcery skills; hell, the only thing you have is a damn cavity from eating sweets in secret.

(c/n) loathes you with all its soul, simply because you have trapped them in this stupid body. Now they have chubby cheeks, messy hair, they laughs at silly things, and it’s forced to watch that damn pony show that is ridiculous but you love. They were a killing machine: feared, powerful, bloodthirsty, cruel… now all of that has been reduced to a mundane life, a life seen through a much softer, innocent, naive, weak, and dependent gaze.

The passing of years only worsens the situation, it seems there is no middle ground where both of you can reach a truce. As you grow, your childish attitude changes; you realize that some things are wrong, that adults aren't always right, that your parents aren't always good, and that they won't always lead you down the right path, but rather the one that benefits them most.

By the age of seven, you are aware that you are stuck in a cult, where you also begin to argue mentally with (c/n) over all the hateful thoughts they have toward everyone and every violent thing they think every second.

You also notice the contempt, while everyone holds a certain respect for you as the vessel of such a calamity, many others feel envy. As you grow older, you demonstrate a detachment from violence and malice; your thoughts are much simpler, more modest, and less chaotic than anyone else’s in the cult, which simply causes many internal problems because, although (c/n) has adhered well to your body, your personality has not.

But there is a breaking point, (c/n), who takes a side neither for their devotees nor for your interests, unconsciously chooses a side.

You were truly tired of the whole situation: the murmurs, the whispers, the stares, the erratic behavior of your parents, and the detachment they began to feel toward you because of your negativity about being a vessel. It was a settled matter: they were going to try to rip (c/n) out of you, which would mean your death.

You were barely thirteen years old.

You were still kind.

You were still naive.

You were still complacent.

Even knowing your end, even looking death in the eye.

Maybe this life wasn't for you; maybe the next one would be the right one. No cults, no pressure, no curses, with people who actually valued you and not just the fact that you were a good vessel for cursed energy.

"You’re pathetic."

You jolted upon hearing the voice coming from your shoulder, there, like a will-o'-the-wisp on your shoulder, was (c/n), they could simply do that at will; it was their way of leaving your body, in addition to creating an eye on your forehead as their pleased.

They rarely made appearances, not unless they were very angry and wanted to demand something; usually, you weren't the one getting scolded.

"Uh… why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? They’re going to sacrifice you so they can find another vessel for me, and you’re just accepting it?"

You shrugged at their words, watching in awe as their vibrant flame moved around you. This was, perhaps, the first time you had spoken to them so openly.

"I don't really care at this point, and it’s not like I can escape, I guess it’s my destiny."

"That’s stupid, besides… if these useless idiots put me in another damn child’s body, it would be like losing all our progress!"

You let a small giggle escape, making the curse scowl at you.

"Well, we don't even have progress, we’ve never done anything."

Certainly, (c/n) had never taken control of your body, had never practiced their skills or ancient powers, and you, despite everything, had never opposed them controlling your body. For some reason, neither of you ever did anything truly harmful to the other.

You never had a breakthrough in anything, not in your relationship, nor in skills. You were just like presences destined to be together, perfectly compatible.

"That’s because there’s no point in taking control of such a weak body."

"I guess that makes sense… hey, (c/n), if we meet again in another life, I’d like to have known you more, let’s be friends, okay? I promise to grow up more, to be a responsible adult."

"What the hell are you talking about now—"

For once, the curse’s tenacity wavered, your eyes were glued to the floor; your words were so sincere they hurt. Everything went silent for a few moments until a small sob broke the night's silence, your room, bathed in warm colors, felt freezing.

You cried silently, as if it were a sin. You were a mess; you couldn't even see because your vision was completely blurred, no matter how much you rubbed your eyes.

"I-I… I’m scared, I don’t want to die, I want to live, grow up, learn new things, travel, maybe even fall in love…"

(c/n) didn't know if being chained to you for so many years had weakened them, they could feel their energy flowing strongly, their power intact. If they wanted to, they could take control of you right now, as always, but something stopped them, it didn't feel right. For the first time, they felt pity.

They understood that they didn’t hate you. You didn’t choose this destiny; it was imposed on you, and you just accepted it.

"God, stop crying, you’re so noisy."

"Sorry."

The fact that you apologized didn't calm them down; it only made the curse more on edge, unsure if your own feelings were affecting their reasoning. Seeing through your perspective made (c/n) reconsider many things; it made them experience things that their former self never could. They had always been a curse, something despicable, hunted, and naturally violent, while they enjoyed all the chaos they generated in their glory years, experiencing the tranquility of a daily life effectively quelled their fierce personality.

"I want to experience it too, kid."

"W-what?"

Your breathing became a bit calmer; only traces of tears remained on your cheeks, slightly flushed from crying. Your eyes met the will-o'-the-wisp on your shoulder again, which dimly lit the room.

"Tranquility, the mundane, something simpler, I want to experience it."

"Yeah, that sounds like something great, I hope you can do it with your next vessel."

"Look at how stupid you are," you felt as if they flicked your forehead, you could feel them moving uncomfortably around you, as if they didn't want to admit something, as if it were embarrassing to speak, but they swallowed their pride "You’re not going to die, I’ve already decided, I told you it would be like losing all our progress, plus I’ve already gotten used to you, you’re obedient, so you’ll let me out whenever I want."

"Really? But I thought you hated me."

"…you’ve just become tolerable."

This was the turning point where the relationship improved considerably. Before, you barely spoke to (c/n), just to avoid bothering them. Now, it’s like having a best friend by your side, you share thoughts and ideas; you teach them your pacifist and simplistic point of view more closely, the curse is more open with you; they still maintains that characteristic edge that makes them a threat, but they soften completely with you. They convinces the idiots of the cult through brute force that they do not agree to change vessels, and their followers reluctantly accept.

Everything seems much better after this union; you complement each other as if you were soulmates destined to be fatally joined. The passing years only strengthen the bond that was initially hatred; now it is blind trust on both sides. At the age of seventeen, (c/n) is tamer than ever, they have found your lifestyle gratifying and has limited themselves to being an observer, while you, on the other hand, have accepted taking small risks and being a bit more daring under the curse's influence.

The cult hasn't liked this direction much, but they’ve put up with it because the very entity they worship has scolded them.

Thus, you’ve secured a curse that is friendlier than usual, along with a free and happy life. You tended to run away from home a lot because your parents' presence ceased to be something you sought, they became suffocating, demanding… you preferred wandering the streets to being at home.

And that was how you met Itadori, and how (c/n) reunited with Sukuna. Your curse only came out when necessary or when you were in danger. They immediately recognized the energy coming from that teenager, the red gaze, the extra pair of eyes, the laugh… it was, without a doubt, the king of curses with whom, along with Uraume, had caused so much unrest in the past.

They didn't feel the need to possess your body, not yet.

Sukuna recognized it instantly, his crazed gaze met your bored one, you had become quite desensitized to witnessing violence. You stood your ground, scowling at the teenager; you were going to ignore him as if he were any ordinary curse, and that infuriated Sukuna.

"What the hell?"

From one moment to the next, you were being held as if you were a stray cat, analyzed like a failed experiment.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you give off that cursed energy? It feels familiar."

"None of your business, put me down."

While you struggle to free yourself from the iron grip of the possessed teenager, and Sukuna tries to remember where he recognizes that type of cursed energy, two other pairs of eyes watch the scene intently.

"Wow, this is unexpected."

"Shouldn't we go? Itadori has clearly lost control; that girl is in danger."

"No, I don't think so, besides, she’s very calm."

Megumi only gives a sidelong glance at Gojo, who seems to be watching the interaction very closely. Despite the fact that you are struggling to break free, you aren't agitated, much less influenced by the cursed energy, as if you were used to it. It’s surprising, but what surprises him most is that you yourself release a massive amount of energy without containing it.

"Watch closely, Megumi, maybe that girl is a curse, be careful."

"Why do I have to go? This is your fault."

"Because you’re my student! Take this as just another class, go on, come on, I’ll watch from here, I need you to bring Itadori back to his senses and bring that curse-girl to me."

Megumi walked resignedly, ignoring Gojo's annoying voice cheering him on. The closer he got, the more his shoulders tensed, from afar he hadn't noticed it as much, but now he can feel the clash of two great currents of energy in the area. A murmur of surprise escaped his mouth when he saw you dodge a blow from Sukuna with relative ease. Well, you no longer looked like a mere civilian, but he was worried the situation could escalate.

Your action only made the king of curses more irritated, laughing dryly at your audacity.

"This is so annoying, I just wanted to go to that new café… hey, (c/n), can you do this quickly? I want to leave."

The mention of that almost forgotten name made Sukuna's attack falter for a second, long enough for your own curse to come out. You adopted a more offensive form; your eyes became sharper, your smile turned into a smirk of amusement.

"Long time no see, old friend, I hope I’m not too rusty for this; I’m not what I used to be."

He didn't answer, only smiled crazily, launching attack after attack. Although (c/n) had settled into the pacifism of your life, they still enjoyed these small explosive moments; they still loved the violence, the blood, and the adrenaline of a fight. Sukuna remembered immediately how they were both sealed, how they used to cause despair in humans. But why hadn't they shown themselves before? Did they obey a human? He felt that your curse had weakened, and he couldn't help but think of you, the girl in whom them inhabited, you were weak, he could crush you with a single blow.

The thought that (c/n) had debased themelves to something as insignificant as you infuriated him, and he attacked with more malice. He didn't like you much; you were a nuisance.

Megumi recoiled, surprised by your sudden change in attitude and the clash of energy released by the sudden fight, completely stunned, Gojo appeared at his side in seconds, his small amused smile only widening.

"I think we have a two-for-one on vessels! Now this is a surprise!"

The white-haired man simply delighted in the fight while his student questioned his life choices.

"Shouldn't you stop them?"

"Yeah, that’s what I’m—"

His words hung in the air, silence arrived suddenly when, with a simple flick of your fingers, Itadori's body fell into your arms, you let out a small grunt from the unexpected extra weight, as you had just regained control over your body. You noticed the stares of the other two, looking at the pink-haired teenager in your arms. You scratched your cheek; it was a weird situation.

"I think we’ve caught the attention of some idiots."

"(c/n), you can't just call everyone who stares an idiot, besides, I guess we have their friend."

Your curse mocked in silence, hiding themselves enough so that Gojo and Megumi wouldn't see them. From their point of view, it looked like you were talking to yourself like a crazy person.

"Whatever you say, I know they’re sorcerers, the white-haired idiot is from a powerful clan, I don't remember the name, Oh, and the dummy you’re holding has a curse inside, just like you."

"I figured, I didn't think there would be more people like me."

"I don't think he’s like you, Sukuna doesn't seem to like the kid much."

"I’m sure they’ll get along over time, just like us!"

The curse only lets out a small giggle at your words; you are too positive.

"I don't know about that, but fine, just hand over their friend, if they try anything weird, I’ll come out and flee."

"Don't be rude."

"I promise nothing."

You turn around completely, hiding a small jump since the two guys are closer than you expected, smiling timidly. Gojo is the first to approach, snatching Yuji from your arms and bombarding you with questions without any sense of shame. Megumi stays more on the sidelines, giving you glances from time to time, speaking very little, preventing his teacher and guardian from being too curious or saying something that makes you feel uncomfortable.

You are patient.

(c/n) is not.

Gojo is asking too many questions, and although you intend to be polite, you really want to go to that new café, so your curse wastes no time. The two of them fall silent when your appearance changes again, decorated by tattoos on your skin as well as that fiercer gaze. Megumi immediately goes on the defensive, but Gojo stops him.

"Neither I nor my human care to answer all your questions, but why not do it in a more cozy place? Let’s go."

The curse doesn't wait for an affirmation; they simply expects them to follow you. You scold (c/n) for doing that, as it makes you feel embarrassed, although you secretly thank them. They let you take control as soon as you settle into the quaint café.

The look on Itadori's face when he regains consciousness is a sight to behold. He feels confused, relieved, and happy to discover that he isn't the only person who contains a curse, he starts another round of exhaustive questions more focused on the relationship you have with your curse.

You connect with him immediately, sharing experiences and feelings about being vessels. While you chat cheerfully like two elementary school kids making their first friend, Gojo and Megumi (already satisfied with the information) enjoy their dessert, observing the contrast of Sukuna and (c/n), who argue like a married couple over the life choices they are making.

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hi!! sorry if you’ve answered this before, but are there any specific characters you don’t write for for OPM? just making sure ^^ (and what characters ur willing to write for)

Ohhh, I can write about everyone, even if I don't know the character very well or if it's a secondary character I haven't paid much attention to, don't worry!! I'll take care of finding information about the character :p

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My favorite

─ Melone x reader

─ Summary: You help Melone dye his hair.

─ Warnings: none

"Can you stop moving? You're the one who asked for help, and you're making it harder for me."

You struggled against Melone's grip; his hands were on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, preventing you from maneuvering properly, his cheek rested against your stomach, enjoying the closeness of your body against his.

"You can do it perfectly well, it's just the roots!"

You sighed in defeat, this man seemed immobile. You let him have his way, while you continued spreading the dye as best you could over his faded roots, it wasn't much, but the limited mobility caused by his awkward position made the job more difficult and stained you more than necessary.

"There, let go of me and help me clean up this mess of dye everywhere."

Melone let out a grunt, gripping your waist even tighter, complaining that he didn't want to clean up, that he could stay like that while the dye took effect. This time you didn't let him win and managed to push him away so his suffocating presence wouldn't surround you so insistently.

Although reluctantly, he helped you clean up the excess dye that had spilled on the floor because of his restless ass. You took just enough time to rinse his hair and apply shampoo.

"Can you please stop moaning? The others are going to get the wrong idea."

"Oh, but I don't care."

You gave him a blank stare when he sighed shakily again, his tongue moving happily across his lips, as if he were savoring the whole situation. You were only washing his hair, but Melone was enjoying the sensation of your fingers on his hair too much, the way you rubbed, gently pulled, and massaged his scalp. It made him want to pull you into his arms so you could massage him while he melted against your body.

"Ow! Hey, you got some in my eye."

You smiled brazenly, carelessly moving the showerhead, accidentally splashing the boy's face, his satisfaction turned to annoyance when you also changed the water temperature, leaving it a bit colder instead of warm. You ignored his complaints, humming contentedly to yourself, pleased with your work, you weren't a hairdresser, but you'd definitely improved your skills thanks to Melone.

"Thank you, bellissima."

You waved a dismissive hand to his thanks. You enjoyed his company, however intrusive he could be, and you liked helping him with everyday things like this, it made you escape reality, made you feel like he was family, like you were a normal person and not a poorly paid hitman.

You gasp in surprise when Melone clings to you like your shadow, resting his chin on your shoulder, his face caressing the curve of your neck as his arms wrap around your abdomen, his wet hair drips onto your clothes, but you don't push him away.

"You're very persistent, Melone."

"Only with the people I love most, mia cara."

You let out a small murmur, half amused, half annoyed by his attitude, he just gives you a big, silly grin, tightening his grip on you. He likes you because you don't mind his touch and hugs as much as you say, unlike others, you're more tolerant of his intrusiveness.

"So you love a lot of people, because you're persistent with everyone."

"That's not true!" you glance at him, and he remains silent, acknowledging that he is indeed persistent with other people, he clears his throat, loosening his grip slightly and pulling away from your neck to get a better look "Well, it doesn't matter, you're my favorite anyway."

"I bet you say that to everyone…"

"Of course not!"

You let out a giggle as his grip tightens, he mutters complaints and protests about how, although he loves attention from all kinds of people, the attention he adores most is yours.

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Platonic yandere Bonten with a old toman member

Like you were a member of toman, but after toman was no more you left. You were the youngest member and was like a little brother to the other members

And now one day you meet takemichi again and get roped into stopping Bonten, but as soon as Bonten sees you and takemichi and naoto. You get snatch up do quickly

And they force you to join bonten

And you get jobs like everyone else like killing but even so they still treat you like a kid

─ Platonic!Yandere!Bonten x Toman!reader

─ Summary: One fateful day you run into an old friend who needs to feel happy (or just feel something) again, no matter what it takes.

─ Warnings: Typical yandere stuff, nothing too explicit, mention of drugs, extortion, etc

while reviewing this, i realized that reader is supposedly involved to stop Bonten, but i wrote something completely different and simply decided that Takemichi would warn reader NOT to look for Bonten, omg forgive me, i literally just realized this before posting it sorry friend 😭🙏

─ You'd distanced yourself from gang life when Toman dissolved, back then, you didn't yet understand the whole story behind the group; after all, you were the youngest and most carefree, all you cared about was having a good time with your friends.

─ Everyone liked you a lot, you were reliable despite being the youngest, and your presence was comforting in many situations, you brought a calm that no one else in the group could.

─ Although you appreciated and treasured those moments with the gang, you completely lost touch with them when the group broke up, you hadn't heard from any of them in years, not until now, as a young adult, you bumped into Takemichi.

─ You both recognized each other instantly, which made you smile broadly, even though he seemed a little paranoid about something, he greeted you with the same joy.

─ You spent hours talking about the past and how fun it was to be part of the gang, about each other's lives… he had no problem updating you on the guys, except for Mikey, when you mentioned him, his face darkened.

─ He asked you to stay in touch just in case, not to try to find Mikey, and not to get into trouble, it wasn't a very long reunion, but it was enriching, even though you didn't understand Takemichi's concerns, you listened to him and didn't pry into the current lives of your old friends.

─ And you really should have taken his words, his concerns, more seriously, even though it was that very meeting that sealed your fate.

─ It was Mikey who saw you, he recognized you talking to Takemichi, warning you to stay away from him, his life, and crime, well, he didn't like that much, nor did he like that you just accepted everything so calmly.

─ On one hand, he felt betrayed because you'd kind of forgotten about him, on the other, he remembered the past and the good times he shared with you in the gang, and how unhappy he felt now.

─ He thought that maybe if he had you back on his new team, in his little group, he'd feel that peace that only you could provide, you seemed not to have changed.

─ Despite all the red flags Takemichi had pointed out, when Mikey 'coincidentally' ran into you, you couldn't help yourself, getting caught up in a cheerful conversation about the old days.

─ Mikey's state was quite depressing; his appearance and his gaze had changed, it was darker, more intense, something dangerous twisting inside him, but even though you noticed it, you decided to try to cheer him up as you always had.

─ You make mistake after mistake, only making Mikey reaffirm that he needs you to feel the happiness of the past again, your naive kindness only makes him more impatient, he won't ask; he'll take you.

─ You didn't really matter much to most of Bonten's group, only Sanzu and Mochizuki knew you personally, so at first, you were just a passing fancy they didn't pay much attention to.

─ No matter how confused, amazed, or scared you are when you regain consciousness, no one will help you, no matter how much you beg, cry, or try to find some logic in all this kidnapping and forced labor, not to mention the manipulation and extortion.

─ This is not nice like the old gang, it's not welcoming, everything is cold and terrifying, you're not a pre-teen getting into stupid trouble; you're (not by choice), a young adult committing crimes, murders, robberies, drugs… you try to reason with Mikey, but his mind is set in stone, you're staying, whether you like the job or not, if you bring him even a little happiness, longing, or nostalgia, he wants to keep you.

─ He doesn't really care how scared or disgusted you look, just having you physically by his side is enough, your mere presence pleases him, your mental state… he doesn't care that much, at least not until you're so unwell you can't move.

─ Sanzu offers you drugs as if it were a compassionate act, saying things like, "it's better," "you don't need to think, just let yourself go," "it will make the job easier if you take it", the problem is that you want to be aware of your decisions and definitely free from the clutches of this damned association.

— Mochizuki and Takeomi practically become your shadows when you make your first escape attempt, because no, you have no privacy.

─ It's a curious duo because Mochizuki is a brute; he knows how to stop you with force, while Takeomi is more effective with words, which provokes a strong physical and mental reaction in you, they know how to instill enough fear in you so that you can't think of anything funny.

— Perhaps the most normal one is Kakucho, he certainly feels some pity for you but his boss and the organization are still more important to him, he's perhaps one of the only people who truly comforts you, in a way, he plays the "good cop" role to gain your trust and get you to confess everything, but he won't hesitate for a moment to snitch, although he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your blind trust in him.

— Although Koko wasn't inherently evil, you just didn't see him that often, he was rather indifferent to you, definitely curious because you're causing quite a stir within the organization and because you're his boss's personal whim, for some reason, he likes it when you beg when you need something from him, because you seem so desperate, that it gives him satisfaction to have a certain power over you.

— And all the good (if you can call it that) has its bad counterpart, the Haitani brothers seem to enjoy your discomfort, how you shudder when you carry out unpleasant missions, how fear seems to be the only thing your eyes hold now, you're like a toy! In the worst sense, they don't really care that you're more young; they enjoy watching you slowly break down, accepting the reality that you can't escape all them.

─ Not when not only Mikey, but everyone else starts to enjoy your company, in a more or less pleasant way (it's never pleasant for you), they begin to develop a twisted affection for you, one you don't want to be a part of, because their ways of 'taking care' of you are sometimes harmful.

— It bothers you a lot because despite everything, despite the fact that they enjoy seeing you suffer with jobs typical of a hitman, of someone without a soul, they enjoy treating you like you're a damn child, as if you weren't fighting for your freedom and were just throwing a tantrum because you didn't get what you wanted, you hate them.

─ Sometimes you feel like you're going to break, like you can't take it anymore, but your frustration is small compared to the hatred you begin to feel for everyone, and driven by that hatred you force yourself to continue with a sliver of hope of getting out of there, with luck, Takemichi might be able to change your future.

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Can I request yandere platonic izana with a toman y/n (13) that after he meets them doing a battle he convinces himself that y/n is shinichiro reincarnation (despite the fact that y/n was alive while shinichiro was alive.)

─ Yandere!Platonic!Izana x reader

─ Summary: Izana never believed in reincarnation, until he saw you.

─ Warnings: typical yandere behavior, nothing out of the ordinary or too explicit

Izana's lavender eyes don't blink for a second when he first sees you, he's frozen, watching you lead your small group of friends, your awkward yet reliable demeanor makes you stand out, as if you were destined to be a leader, not a follower.

Your movements are hesitant, careless; your punches aren't as powerful as those of your friends or rivals, but you're destined to win, to keep going, to stand out solely because of your resourcefulness, even if you end up getting beaten, it will feel like a victory simply because of your determination.

Izana watches silently, ignoring Kakucho's voice behind him, he looks at you like a predator looks at its prey, watching how your friends support you and lean on you as if you belonged there, as if you were their comfort, a light that saves them and guides them away from danger. He sees in you a forgotten figure, a reflection of Shinichiro in your smile, in your grimaces, but above all in your gaze, he doesn't notice how much or how little you physically resemble the deceased Shinichiro, because your presence is enough.

"It feels... like him, Kakucho, that person over there, who is that? You know something?"

"How do you expect me to know anything? All seem young teens, let them enjoy their silly fights."

"No, you don't understand, I just need to know."

A shiver ran through your body when your eyes met Izana's that afternoon, his eyes, though they seemed soft and clear, lacked brightness, unlike yours, which were opaque, they held a unique light, which only reaffirmed Izana's thoughts.

You ignored that strange feeling upon seeing him, continuing with your life peacefully, oblivious to the stares, the whispers, the rumors… You had gained some notoriety in the gang world thanks to Izana, who seemed to be moving heaven and earth to learn more about you, yet didn't dare confront you directly.

To him, you were the reincarnation of Shinichiro, and he still wasn't ready to speak to you directly, he couldn't, he didn't dare, so he simply observed, ordered surveillance of you, and gathered information about every aspect of your public and private life. He wasn't invading your space, nor was he being compulsive with his unhinged decisions; he was simply curious. Cautious, perhaps. He wanted to make a good impression on you during your first formal meeting, since you were the reincarnation of his older brother, he didn't want to frighten you; he wanted you to feel comfortable with him by your side.

He hadn't been able to take care of Shinichiro, he hadn't been able to prevent his death, he hadn't been able to spend as much time with him as he'd liked, but now he had another chance. Right before his eyes, he could only look at you, a younger version of his older brother, whom he was determined to protect, determined never to lose again.

The irrational fear of losing someone special again drove him to make rash, demanding, incoherent decisions, quickly falling into a constant paranoia that he needed to be by your side, to protect you, to take care of you. He only convinced himself more and more that you were the spitting image of Shinichiro, clinging to that distorted perception of reality like a lifeline. His mind twisted so quickly in such a short time that the only thing that occupied his thoughts was you and the similarities to his brother.

Then the encounters began. They seemed like banal coincidences, chance encounters, in your eyes, you had simply met Izana by chance. In his, everything was meticulously planned. He didn't want you; he needed you to stay by his side, to not abandon him, not again. He was careful to be subtle with his manipulation because Izana didn't see it that way, in his mind, everything he did was for your own good, there are no wrong actions when the purpose is to protect you.

It doesn't matter how many people he beat to defend you.

It doesn't matter how many people he tortured to get information about you.

It doesn't matter the bloodstains on his hands for you.

Everything is justified, in his mind, you are the perfect justification for every act, rational or not; it's something he can no longer distinguish. He's lost count of how many faces he's smashed, he's stopped feeling the pain in his knuckles, his eyes have grown darker whenever he looks at anyone but you.

"A-are you okay? Did you get into another fight?"

Although you try to stay calm most of the time, the tremor in your voice betrays you. Izana usually ignores how you sometimes shrink in his presence, he just offers you a gentle smile, following your every move, oblivious to your discomfort.

"Why do you ask? I'm perfectly fine."

"Blood… you have blood on your cheek."

"Ah… it's not mine, don't worry."

You never ask again, even though you've heard the rumors. Izana seems to be more ruthless with everyone, at least with everyone who seems to pose a threat to you. You don't need to see it, because you know it: your life has become much more peaceful since you met him, your problems have diminished to practically nothing.

Izana doesn't want to monopolize your time ─not always─; he doesn't have to be the one always by your side, Kakucho will watch over you for him. He doesn't really mind you having other friends; he'll just make sure you don't abandon him and eliminate anyone who interferes in your friendship. He's like a shadow, a small extension of you, not necessarily physically present, but always there.

You're not afraid for your own safety, but for the safety of others, Izana won't lay a finger on you, you're more easily manipulated, but aggression is always his first choice when he defends your name.

"Were those guys looking for a fight? Were they bothering you?"

"No, it was just a minor disagreement."

"Right…"

He allows you a certain degree of freedom in your battles, if you like to fight, he'll let you, what you don't know is that everyone who could have or tried to hit you will never be seen again. And if you ever decide to be the one to walk away from him, he won't let you. He won't allow it. If his manipulation stops working, he's not afraid to use less peaceful methods. Without hurting you too much, he'll make you understand that you can't, you don't have the right to leave him, not when you've come into his life as the reincarnation of a second chance.

A second chance he's not willing to give up, that he won't lose, he won't allow you to walk away from him. So, behave, just be yourself, and ignore the obsession that dances in Izana's eyes, swallow your fear, and just let him take care of you.

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Hunter x Hunter: Masterlist

(Other works)

"Bitter" - Kurapika & Chrollo x writer!reader

;; Your literary works seem to be attracting the most curious people, standing out for your rawness and bitterness towards life.

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─ Kurapika & Chrollo x writer!reader

─ summary: Your literary works seem to be attracting the most curious people, standing out for your rawness and bitterness towards life.

─ Warnings: sad reader, kinda gloomy thoughts about life, reader inspired by Clarice Lispector

This was requested by @alicedash2 (love u pookie :p)

The night's chill pricked your exposed skin, not too intense, but enough to send a slight shiver through you, the night was still, the stars shone with a peaceful quiet, the only thing offering a faint warmth being the half-finished cigarette between your fingers.

You were exhausted, you had squeezed every last drop out of your brain, writing new ideas, rewriting old books, unfinished projects, meaningless scribbles, all just to feel something, to stop feeling so empty, so hopeless, it was a way to cope with the burden of sadness your heart carried.

You didn't just limit yourself to writing to rid yourself of the negativity in your thoughts; you also had a book signing —your books— which left you mentally drained, overloaded, and stimulated. You need the tranquility, the bitterness of your solitude, to recharge that little bit of energy and write again.

It was pure chance that Kurapika found you here today, he didn't know much about you, aside from your most famous books, he hadn't read much, but what little he had read moved him enough to want to know a bit more about you. He was there during the book signing, observing your small smile, a smile meant to express happiness, but which didn't, it was just a smile, not a happy one, not a sad one, just there.

He recognized the raw, bitter, lonely look that expressed a torment of presumably negative emotions, he recognized it because he, too, had felt that way at some point in his life when he thought he was lost, that revenge was —and is— the only way to feel anything.

"It's too beautiful a night to be this quiet, if you're here, it's for a reason, am I wrong?"

Your voice cuts through the silence like a knife, not soft, not rude, but direct, Kurapika feels a brief moment of embarrassment at having been caught staring at you so brazenly, but he quickly recovers from your words, clearing his throat. You don't meet each other's eyes, but you both acknowledge each other's presence.

"I was just wondering… about certain parts of your recent work, is it inspired by something personal? I feel like it perfectly captures the feelings and the harshness of the world, almost as if I could feel like the character."

You let out a murmur of understanding, letting his words sink deep within you, reflecting, recalling all the words you write every day, some more heartfelt, others meaningless, some more generic, some more convoluted…

"I wouldn't know how to answer you, I only know that I write so as not to torment my mind any longer; real experiences are mixed with fiction, I don't necessarily tell personal things; all I do is strip myself of all my senses and feelings, and mold them with ink and paper."

Kurapika nodded at your words, he understood what you were saying because you expressed it in your writing as well. He could identify with the sadness emanating from you, from your slightly hunched posture, from your distant gaze. He found familiarity in your writing, felt a connection with the quiet sadness that surrounded you, understood you perfectly, almost as if you were two sides of the same coin.

"I see… your book is unique in its own way; it's made me think about a lot of things about myself."

"I'm glad you can feel it, even if you don't necessarily understand it."

Kurapika offered you a small, genuine smile, he certainly understood negative feelings more than he understood them, and it was refreshing to find you, as an author, so aptly captured that rawness, depression, bitterness… without any ceremony in your writing.

Chrollo was always curious about new things, things out of the ordinary, completely captivated by philosophy and ancient texts. He found you, a small author slowly but surely making a name with your short books, full not of fantasy, but of reality, of everyday life, without ceremony, straight to the heart of the matter, without mincing words. Your writing was… somehow simple and complex, conveying so much with so few words.

He did some research on you, of course, curiously, in all the interviews he found about you, which were rather few, you always seemed downcast, as if you didn't want to be there, as if you belonged to a quieter, more peaceful, darker world… your words left a bitter taste, both when heard and read. You didn't intend to sound sad, you were just direct, but it was always there, the quiet sadness clung to you like a little devil, so you simply let it live with you and embraced your depression.

Your eyes scanned the room, it was a small café that seemed full, you gave up rather quickly, deciding you could go somewhere else, but Chrollo recognized you immediately. Your gaze said it all, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to speak with one of the authors who was slowly captivating him.

"Please, allow me to invite you to my table, I would appreciate the company of one of the writers I've been reading most lately."

"Oh… thank you."

You hadn't expected to be recognized, not many people knew of your existence because your books had only reached a very specific audience. Chrollo led practically the entire conversation, curious about your thoughts on certain topics, current, historical, more general, or more specific, he savored every answer you offered, analyzing each of your words just as he did in your books.

"Your mind is incredible, you shouldn't stop writing."

“I don’t plan to stop, it’s the only thing that saves me from drowning in my thoughts, the only thing that keeps me sane, the only thing that makes me feel anything, when I don’t do it… everything is empty.”

Chrollo hums at your response, he understands what you mean, he feels that same emptiness, that sense of insignificance in his own life. He thinks, just like you, that everyone in this world is disposable, that they’re only passing through life, some last less time, others longer, but all are destined to perish regardless of their circumstances.

You reflect this so well in your writing that he thinks you really should consider yourself a philosopher. You deny it. You don’t want to make people think; if anything, you want them to feel, and above all else, you just want to stop feeling dead inside when all you do is write, your only way out of cutting your time on earth short.

“We should meet again sometime, I’ve enjoyed your company, and I’d like to read a preview of your upcoming books, if possible.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind.”

You offer a smile; it’s not happy, just polite. You don’t care if your work is read, because its purpose is purely personal, but you also don’t care about recognition. You’ll remain the same even if you become a famous writer; fame won’t fill your void as well as writing does.