almost-blondee

[almost-blondee]

—» Cozy Tart & Sun's Blessing

pairing: baker!reader x florist!sunday!au

genre: fluff, more fluff, fem!reader, strangers to lovers-ish

notes: it's been a while since i've written anything of that kind, i might be back if my inspiration allows me to be hehe. (PS my style might not be everyone's cup of tea and i know this isn't the best piece but i do hope it's somewhat enjoyable nonetheless) have fun ~

One rainy, late friday afternoon was all it took for your life to change entirely. Your shift in the bakery was almost over, when a young, handsome looking man walked through the heavy glass doors into the ever-cozy bakery.

He was drenched, gray-blueish hair sticking to his insanely handsome face — which he ran one of his unoccupied hands through, to free himself of any uncomfortable sensations. He looked like he ran straight out of some shampoo commercial. How was it fair for someone to look that gorgeous? Enough of that, he's a potential customer, stay professional!

You wondered if he had forgotten his umbrella or if the storm outside blew it out of his hands. It did happen to you just a few weeks prior, but he didn't seem like the person to be clumsy, or did he?

Said man took slow but deliberate steps in your direction and as his eyes finally found yours already watching him, his expression changed from one of discomfort into something much more relaxed and he let out a sigh he didn't know he held back. After all, the comfortable atmosphere combined with the sweet smell of pastries already lifted his mood greatly.

You were stood behind the counter, already awaiting his order, as you gave him your best smile. He was the last customer after all, might as well make the best of it and help this handsome wet cat of a man make this evening less depressing than the weather outside.

You wouldn't want it to rain even more cats and dogs.

His gentle voice reached your ears, though he did sound a little bit worn out from a hard day. "Good evening ma'am, I'd like to order a hot herbal tea—" he paused for a second to think, watched your expression carefully and then added, "and please add the last two pudding tarts to the list, thank you."

Oh, so he's polite and handsome.

You were so deep inside your own bubble that you didn't even realize that you were staring right into his soul.

"Excuse me—" he looked at your name tag to address you properly, "Miss [name], is something the matter?"

Blinking once, then twice you finally managed to come back to your senses. Goodness, how many times in the span of the last two minutes did you start to imagine a future with him? Get yourself together.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, "Excuse me, Sir! It must be the rainy weather getting to me. I'll get your order ready this instant."

The man in front of you let out a smooth huff of his own as he replied, "don't you worry a thing. The weather surely does behave quite out of order today."

A quick glance out of the big window in the corner told you that it would be out of order for quite a bit longer. It was then, that you heard a quiet rasp from the man in front of you until he added, "And please, Sunday is just fine."

Sunday? Is just fine? But wasn't today Friday?

You didn't think too much of it, nodded your head in his direction and turned around to prepare his tea. The smile was still on your face, albeit a little bit wonky due to your confusion.

Two minutes later and everything had been prepared. One of his delicate hands put the cash on the counter while the other took the tea and the bag filled with his goods.

The business was done and he was about to leave, walking back into the mess that was called the world outside of your little warm shop. Letting him leave like that while he was drenched felt so utterly wrong but could you just intervene in a strangers' business? Well, it surely didn't hurt to be nice.

Reaching your hand out into nothingness, you uttered a soft, "Please Sir, consider staying for a little bit longer until the rain has calmed down. If you'd like, you can enjoy your tea and your tarts at one of our free tables." You then took a breath and pointed to his still very wet hair, "I can get you a towel too if you'd like!"

Sunday stopped walking, considered your kind words for a second and then turned to let your gazes meet once more, a warm and appreciative smile already on his lips. "I appreciate your offer Miss [name] but I fear I can't just overstay irresponsibly and take up more of your precious time. You're off your shift already, aren't you?"

Your gaze swiftly wandered to one of the clocks behind you and indeed, your shift had already ended 10 minutes ago.

Just as you wanted to give him one of your very smart retorts, Sunday had already started walking to the exit again. His right hand had lifted just high enough to let you see him wave at you.

The door closed behind him and a humongous sigh finally pushed past your lips. You didn't even get to know his name, what a shame.

But you know what they say. One always meets twice in ones life.

While you were cleaning up the rest of the tables and the counter, you couldn't stop thinking about everything that went down earlier at all. Was it weird to think that something felt different with him? You've never really thought of anyone after they entered nor after they left your shop, so why him?

Maybe you just needed some sleep, yes that was probably it. Tomorrow, everything would be back to normal, your heart would be calm again and your face wouldn't give away the shadows of today.

Say sike right now. This new day was something entirely out of this world.

The rain pitter-pattered it's way down onto the streets even harder than yesterday. Could a certain water god be any more generous with his soul shattering sky shower?

And to make things worse? You were late to your best friend's birthday. Could your day get any better? You swore you were a positive person but the rain truly made you question the odds.

The way to the flower shop felt like forever. The streets were flooded, your pants and the hem of your coat were splattered with mud due to the puddles everywhere and your hair was drenched. You looked like a wild cat that had been dropped into the bathtub after it rolled around in dirt. At least you didn't drink any coffee today or else you'd be the equivalent of a wild wet cat on catnip.

The task was simple, go to the flower shop, get a huge bouquet of your best friends' favorite flowers and then rush to her place and prepare the rest before she wakes up.

Your wet hand slipped off the flower shop's door handle twice before you managed to open it properly to let yourself in.

The bell at the door rang just as you let out a huff, finally being out of the rain.

A young woman with blueish hair greeted you just as she heard the bell chime, a gentle smile on her beautiful face. "Hello and welcome to our flower—" she quickly stopped herself after taking in your poor state.

She rushed into the back of the shop and then you heard some quiet, hushed whispers. Oh no, were you that hideous today that even the flowers were unwilling of being in your presence? Wait, flowers can't whisper, can they?

A few moments passed and another person emerged with the friendly looking woman in tow. Oh, this couldn't be. Surely you must still be dreaming because there was no way this was how you'd be meeting Mr. Drenched-But-Still-Handsome from yesterday?

Said man stepped forward, he eyed you with a gentle smile on his lips once more. "It seems the weather isn't in either of our favors. Please allow me to get you a towel."

Before you were able to even as much as utter a word, the woman introduced herself to you. You learned that her name was Robin and that she was the sister of the man who managed to worm his way into your brain over the course of 10 minutes.

You didn't know which facial expressions you were making right now but you were sure they must've been entertaining, considering the fact that Robin was holding back a chuckle herself.

Sunday came back with a towel in one hand and a mug in the other. "I wouldn't want to overstep but may I ask you to take off your coat? I'd rather you don't catch a cold."

And so things went their way. Sunday sat you down on one of the chairs in the back, towel over your head and mug in your hand. Robin hung up your coat to dry, they insisted you couldn't possibly leave like this.

Robin decided to "run some errands" soon after you settled in comfortably but didn't leave before telling you, "You know, Sunday — I mean, my brother told me all about yesterday. You must have left one kind of an impression on him. Rest assured that you're always welcome here."

While she was gone, you and Sunday spent some more time together. He eventually made you sit at the front with him while he took care of some of his own customers. What kind of gentleman would he be if he let you sit at the back all alone? After all, YOUR beauty didn't only brighten up his days — the flowers would like to have a word in too.

But wait, did Robin call him Sunday or were you just slow? You were pretty sure today was Saturday.

That very same fateful Saturday on which you scored yourself a date with the most handsome man you've ever had the honor to lay your eyes upon.

And while your best friend didn't get to wake up to the surprise you had planned for her, she still got to spend her special day with you. Just a little later, as the sun shone brightly in the sky again with no traces of rain left behind.

You wouldn't even know it had rained, weren't it for Sunday's contact in your phone, his message already reflecting off the display.

"Would you like to go out with me tomorrow? I heard pudding tarts taste the best when enjoyed under the sun."

On a Sunday. He is in fact just fine.

©written by sunday-kisser

[almost-blondee]

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[almost-blondee]

Caught

Sunday x reader

Sfw

Part 2 of sleepless night

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: kinda nervous to upload this, hopefully it’s not to boring… i really enjoyed writing this… So Thanks for reading and please let me know if you enjoyed it would mean a lot lol!!. Hopefully Sunday inst to out of character… Hopefully there’s not to many mistakes, if there is please ignore them i tried my best to find them.

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Awoken by the strong smell of coffee, and the faint noise of a machine. Sunday slowly sits up from his spot on the couch. stumbling over to have a sat at the bar in the party car, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Asking Shush for a glass of water, the usual since he joined the express. He chugs the glass down when placed in front of him, The cold liquid running down his throat. The refreshing feeling hard to top. He sits at the table for a little longer today. Wondering if he had disturbed anyone last night with his late performance. Somehow he was still in the gloomy mood he was before he went to bed. They usually say you get more emotional at night. Which is usually true for him, so he more or less expected to be laughing at himself for thinking such thoughts. However, they were still fresh in his mind. He needed to do something.

Just as he was going to make his way to the Parlor car to indulge in the book he was currently reading, he had heard a voice, a voice he knew well. Your voice. It sounded as though it were on the other side of the bar, he could not see you, nor could you see him. It seems that you were having a conversation with March 7th. You’d sounded a little distressed. Sunday slowly sat back down, he knew it was bad to eavesdrop, but technically he wasn’t. He had just so happened to hear your conversation, right?

“No March i’m serious, you have to believe me.” He heard you whine.

“I’m not sure… are you seriously not playing a prank on me?” Marchs voice sounding a bit skeptical.

“I swear, why would i lie about this… i need your advice. Your the only one i can come too” you reply sounding really desperate

This has now piqued Sundays interest, he needs to know what your dilemma is. Maybe he could help…

You had ended up falling asleep last night with some difficulty, but at least you got some rest. You had been to focused on what you saw. The image never leaving your mind once. At first you thought that maybe it was just a dream, and there hadn’t been some shockingly handsome angel dancing around playing a beautiful melody in the party car. Sounds like a dream alright… And that’s exactly the problem. What everyone could only dream about, was right in front of you… how did it take you this long to notice the absolute beauty living so close. However now that you have noticed, it will be hard to even look at him.

You think back to the moment… you sit admiring the image that you have in your head, perhaps glorifying it a bit. But soon it has you kicking your feet, shutting your eyes, and squealing. Once you realize you probably look like a teenager who finally made eye contact with their crush, you stop and get ready to go downstairs. To the party car.

Once you are freshened up, you head downstairs, hoping to find March so she can listen to your ‘oh so horrible problem’ What? you needed someone to confide in. When you had made it to the bottom of the stairs you scanned the room for any sign of March, and secondly Sunday. you had found March sitting by the bar. So you quickly made your way over. Seeing no sign of Sunday in the process. You chopped it up to him already leaving to sit in the Parlor car to read. Although he hasn’t been on the express long you still picked up on his habits. You also knew he would usually get up early, so this was not strange to you. Unfortunately, you were horribly wrong, and he was still intact in the room, let’s just say you were eager to tell March about what you had seen last night.

You, now seated beside March, started to tell her that you may or may not have a little crush on the new passenger on the express. Cue her reaction, thinking that you were pranking her. “Where did this come from… This has to be a joke. Just out of nowhere?”

“No March i’m serious, you have to believe me.”

“I’m not sure… are you seriously not playing a prank on me?” Marchs voice sounding a bit skeptical.

“I swear, why would i lie about this… i need your advice. Your the only one i can come too”

March just stared at you then made a gesture for you to continue.

Your eyes brightened and you hugged her closely, almost falling off your chair in the process.

“Thank you!!! And just so you know it wasn’t out of no where, i had just… never seen him that way before, i’m sure you fall for him if you had seen what i saw” You say with sparkles in your eyes.

“ i highly doubt i would but, continue…”

“No i swear, You should have seen it. He was holding his violin with the perfect posture, his eyes closed, you could see his long dreamy eyelashes, and his lips slightly parted just enjoying the tune. He was swaying like he was slow dancing, it was the most beautiful thing i’ve seen, it was so… enticing” March slightly cringes at the way you worded that. “And don’t get me started on his fingers, he was playing the instrument with such ease gliding his fingers across it making it look easy, And AND GUESS WHAT?” You are definitely invading her personal space by now.

“ What…” March says hesitantly.

“HE WASN’T WEARING ANY GLOVES!!!! his hands, bare, i feel like a victorian man seeing a girls ankles for the first time. i’ve never seen more beautiful hands in my life… I wouldn’t mind having those all over me.” You whisper the last part, but judging by Marchs face she heard what you said.

“U-uh okay, TMI much… Maybe keep those kinda thoughts to yourself? please?”

“Oh you heard that… Sorry” you slap your hands together in front of your face.

“So why exactly did you need to tell me all of that?” March asks, hoping that she didn’t have to hear more. It not that she didn’t want you to confide in her, it’s just that this kinda stuff wasn’t really her forte, especially when it had to do with a man that she knew was on the other side of the bar… Yes she knew and had the audacity not to tell you. But in her defense, she had no idea you would take it this far, especially in a somewhat public area for all ears to hear, this one’s was on you.

you sit back in your chair and look to the ceiling,

“ Uh i don’t know i just felt like getting it off my chest… It kept me up almost all night!”

Then you hear a door opening and shutting, you crane your head to the side to see Himeko, walking in with 2 cups of coffee, one presumably for her and the other? You weren’t sure, you and March both don’t drink coffee and Himeko knows that. Now you had gotten everything off your chest you had started to think logically, for the first time in 12 hours. Damn me and my big mouth, you thought to yourself hoping that it was Welt or Dan Heng on the other side. You are now not listening to what March is saying to you, focusing on Himeko as hard as you can. Hoping, praying she will say this persons name. Himeko had by now made her way to the other side of the bar. You can hear the saucer being placed on the counter, being followed by

“One signature Coffee for Mr. Sunday”

Your heart stops. Just what in the world was your luck. When did he get there. How much had he heard. Did March know and not tell you…

“Oh Mr. Sunday are you not feeling well, you look quite pink?” you hear Himeko question.

“O-oh no i’m quite alright, thank you for the coffee, Miss Himeko.” He say timidly.

Curse him and his heavenly voice.

You quickly excuse yourself from your conversation with March and swiftly make your way to the other side of the bar.

March had more or less figured out what was going on.

When you turn the corner, you see Sunday sitting by the bar, his face quite pink, which makes him even more enticing. He looks up at you and your eyes meet. His face getting progressively more red, almost putting Himekos hair to shame. His wings quickly take to his face trying to hide it. He is embarrassed out of his mind right now. He has never heard anyone talk about him in such ways. Loving and quite lustful, he heard that comment about his hands. All the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind, disappeared in an instant when he had heard you talking. He was now more focused on how you could say those things out loud, especially to another person, and not feel embarrassed. However, the loudest thing in his head right now was his heartbeat. He couldn’t control it, he was elated that you had thought about him in such light, because him too thought about you in said light. His heart full of pride to hear you praise him so highly, this was a new feeling. Being praised by the one you love is quite the feeling.

He needed to say something to alleviate the awkward atmosphere. So he said the first thing that came to mind.

“Um, Good Morning Miss (y/n), did you sleep well?”

kicking himself for such a stupid question. As if he hadn’t just heard you whine about loosing sleep about him.

“How much did you hear?” quite straight to the point you were.

It took Sunday aback. Should he be truthful, or lie for the sake of your dignity. “Um, i heard most of what you said…” he trailed off into a whisper. Ultimately he chose to tell the truth. The blush never leaving his face as he looked at you from just above his wings, still covering his face.

You couldn’t take the sight, he looked so vulnerable, so timid, and so adorable. You could feel your own face heating, both from the sight in front of you and, the fact you had just completely embarrassed your self in front of your ‘new love’.

“Yeah… about that, sorry you had to hear all of that… i got a bit carried away” finally replying sheepishly.

By now March had dragged Himeko out of the car, so you and Sunday could talk things out. Way to go March!

“ i apologize if i made you uncomfortable with my comments, i had no intention of you every hearing about this…” You continue to explain hoping to leave the car with some pride left.

“Quite the contrary, Miss (y/n), although i am a bit surprised you see me this way, i have not complaints. You are quite the beauty yourself. It would be a shame if i never heard about these thoughts.” Sunday slyly said wings now slowly revealing his face. If anyone were to hear this conversation, they would think that Sunday was cool and composed, However seeing him would thoroughly change their mind, he looks just about ready to overheat.

You on the other hand were shocked by his response, He thinks you’re a beauty? Could this get any better! Or worse i guess. you are now sat beside him, both of you facing each other. Now just silence… The silence that used to haunt the halovian in front of you. He would feel hopeless, worthless, and lost. When the silence would overtake his thoughts he would lose all his will to continue. But for once, since he boarded the express, He was comfortable with the silence. There were no thoughts in his head other than you As he stared into your eyes. He could almost see his reflection. Hoping to see himself the way you do, worthy… He is wanted, even if it’s just by you, that would be enough for him.

From now on he can see himself welcoming silence, even yearning for it if he got to stare into your eyes like this every time.

He’s fallen hard. Perhaps one day you will know just how much he loves you.

He will remember this day forever, the day that made him realize he was born in this world for a reason, even if that reason was just being yours, that’s more than enough for him.

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[almost-blondee]

Sleepless Night

Sunday x Reader

Sfw, Just my thoughts,

word count: 873

There will be PART 2

A/N: I was just feeling like writing about Sunday, This has no interaction between Sunday and reader, Sorry. But….There will be a PART 2 Where they interact. So hopefully you stay tuned. Hopefully he isn’t to ooc, i. tried my best. And again sorry for any grammar mistakes

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It’s been sometime since Sunday had joined the astral express temporarily, and within that time he had begun having some unnecessary feelings flare up in the process. Worthlessness…Incompetence… These feelings are honestly nothing new to Sunday, however he is now burdened with the heaviness of silence. Being the head of the Oak family, left him a busy man, no time to just sit idle and get lost in thoughts. Now, on the contrary, he has all the time in the world to get sucked in to the spiral of emotions.

He is very grateful to the Nameless for letting him take refuge in the express, understanding that they have limited space on the train. So for the time being Sunday would sleep in the party car. This worked quite well, having everyone on the express in the living corridor, he might as well have the whole car to himself… Unfortunately for him, he has let his thoughts consume him, How come i have to sleep on this couch, why don’t i get a room to myself, Do they even want me on the express with them, they must still be wary of me, no body really wants me here… and so on. Although he knows that these are selfish thoughts, the mind has a way of thinking on its own. These thoughts plaguing him whenever silence would take over. March was not complaining to Dan Heng about him ‘cheating’ in their chess match’s , You were not talking his ear off about who knows what, you could ramble on for hours… Not a soul to be found in the party car. Sunday, lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. How many times has he done this, He needs sound… Something to free his mind from these convictions.

He sits up swinging his leg gently so they meet the ground, slowly walking toward a case that’s lying by the wall. Thankfully before leaving penecony Sunday had chosen to bring his violin with him. He relished in the sound, it soothed his soul. How could he not bring it. He knows that he’s not the best musician, but it would always help him relax. Open the case and taking out the stringed instrument, he lifted it to just under his chin and started playing. He would usually know better then to make loud noises during the night, and maybe this would make the Nameless hate him even more… But in this moment he needed to hear something other than the devil on his shoulder. Swaying with the violin in hand, slowly moving in a pattern that almost looked like he was dancing, he was content. Forcing out all his feelings onto this wooden instrument, using it as a form of therapy, he was lost in the sound. So lost that he hadn’t noticed you coming down the stairs, moving slowly so he would not notice.

You had been in the living space above the party car. tossing and turning, you were having trouble sleeping. Stopping to stare at the ceiling hoping that if you just closed your eyes you would be accompanied by sleep, wishful thinking. Just when you think all is lost, you hear a beautiful melody… it’s sounds like a violin. The melody was full of sorrow, you could feel the emotions that drove the performance. You had felt lured to check who was playing this beautiful tune. you slowly made your way down the stairs catching a glimpse of a silver haired man swaying to the tempo of his playing, dancing around the car, enthralling you, he had looked like an angel. You could feel your cheeks begin to burn, while you watched this man so deep in his performance. You had never really thought about Sunday in a romantic way. But for some reason watching the display in front of you made you feel something. If this were a movie the audience would think he was a charmer and you were the snake following his lead. You feel as if you have been shot with cupids arrow, even drank a love potion… Seeing this man and watching him produce this beautiful song, made you fall in love, you know deep down this feeling didn’t just come from no where he is a very kind man, generous and willing to change for the better, it was inevitable not to fall in love. You had just never seen him in this light. As you are now frozen still sitting on the stairs, which must have happened a while ago, your face so hot that it might leave burns. Sunday finished up his song slowing the melody to a soft humming, he on the other hand felt relaxed. He had cooled down, almost putting himself to sleep with his lullaby. He sluggishly walked back over to the wall to put the instrument away. *Clank* His head snapped over to where he thought the noise came from. The stairs.

He Scoured the stairs faintly lit by the bar lights, only to see nothing. It must have been his imagination. Soon after he was snuggled into the couch, nodding off into a deep slumber.

You in the other hand… Are definitely not sleeping tonight.

almost-blondee

[almost-blondee]

"don't call me that ever again."

» summary: your little quarrel with sunday leaves you up at night. but then you hear the piano.

» rating: sfw

» notes: this was not supposed to be 1k words

you toss and turn in the discomfort of your bed. you feel too hot, your legs too jittery, and your blanket feels like it’s suffocating you. that, and your thoughts run rampant, carrying a deep set shame with them. you’ve always been an overthinker. this is worse. this is eating you alive.

sunday joined the express just three days ago, and you’ve noticed how uncomfortable he seems around the other nameless. reasonably so, given the events that unfolded in penacony. they may have said that they’re willing to give him a chance, but that doesn’t mean they are immediately going to be relaxed around him. you, however, have something wrong going on with you. because you do not feel threatened by his presence. you feel that he’s changed. and you’re dead set on making everyone get along.

so, in an attempt to make sunday feel welcome, you decided to give him a nickname, and in your proactiveness you completely forgot to account for the type of person sunday is. of course he wouldn’t like being called sunny. it’s sunday. and it took him chewing you out to realize the mistake you’ve made.

you’re an idiot.

there’s no use trying to sleep. you tell yourself this as you lift the pillow off your head and push yourself up with the intention to get yourself a glass of water. it is when your bare feet make contact with the floor that you pause. you swear you just heard something, and as you stop moving and focus really hard, you realize that someone in the party car below is playing music. not just any music… it’s the piano.

you make your way to the door and when you open it and enter the stairway leading down, the sound grows less muffled, until the somber tune is clear in your ears. a couple more steps down and you pause. there, not too far from the stairs, sits sunday at the piano, seemingly absorbed in playing music.

not wanting to disturb him, you take a seat on one of the steps, leaning against the railing and watching him play. though you only get a view of his back, you can clearly imagine the kind of face he’s making right now. his entire body, from his fingertips to his head and his feet, moves with confidence you haven’t seen him display in a while. genuine confidence. and as you continue to listen and your eyelids grow heavy, you think how lovely it would be to listen to this forever.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

you wake up back in your bed. puzzled, you stand up and stretch, then look around yourself. strange. if you’re not on the stairs… was it a dream? were you dreaming of sunday? the thought makes your cheeks turn pink. no, this is to be expected. you were thinking of him while falling asleep, so of course you would also dream of him.

you make your way downstairs once you are dressed, joining the rest of the trailblazers for breakfast. the rest of your day goes as normal, and as you’re not currently on a mission, it is filled with the usual chores around the express. you skillfully avoid sunday, figuring that he probably doesn’t wanna see you anyway. as you complete your chores, however, you can’t not notice the fact that you feel like you’re being watched. every time you take a look around however, everyone seems preoccupied with their own things… including sunday, who’s always nose deep in one of his books.

you decide not to think too much of it.

nighttime arrives and you’re back in your room, back in your bed. sleep escapes you once more, and you find yourself wanting it to. you’re still unsure whether what happened last night was a dream. you’d prefer it not to be. and as you rack your brain for an answer, it comes from outside your door. you sit up and pinch yourself as hard as you can.

not a dream. you’re awake! it really happened! but then - who carried you back?

your hand hovers above the doorknob. what if it was sunday? could you face him right now if you knew it was him? sighing, you finally open the door and step out. it’s not like you’ll join him downstairs. you’ll just listen from high up on the round staircase where he won’t see you.

and that’s what you do. you take a few steps down, then sit down and lean against the cold railing. it’s the same tune as yesterday… melancholic but calming, with a hint of yearning. what does sunday yearn for, you wonder. must be a lot of things now.

you wish to get to know him.

“i was wondering if you would show up,” suddenly comes his voice, piano music uninterrupted.

you flinch, almost hitting your head in the process. “how did you know?”

“the stairs must be uncomfortable. why don’t you get down?” sunday doesn’t answer your question.

you’re petrified. did he notice you last night, too? slowly you get up, making your way downstairs with a racing heart. why do you feel like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar?

sunday’s eyes remain on the piano’s keys, even when you’re standing next to him fiddling with your thumbs. he then lets out an amused huff, and you feel even more like a deer in the headlights. at last, his fingers leave the keys to rest in his lap and his golden eyes find yours.

“i’m sorry,” you suddenly blurt out. “i didn’t mean to intrude.”

sunday raises his eyebrows. “actually, i was going to apologize too. for keeping you up.”

“you didn’t keep me up. well - well, technically you did. but not with the piano…” oh aeons, you’re digging your own grave. your words visibly confuse him. “look, i’m sorry. for calling you that nickname. i didn’t mean it out of malice, quite the opposite actually. but i should have thought about it more.”

sunday’s eyes seem to search every single pore on your face, to the point it’s starting to make you feel very exposed and very embarrassed. then, he turns to the piano once more, fingers stroking the white keys idly.

“is that why you avoided me?”

“m..maybe.”

a small smile graces his features. “you’re overthinking it.”

those words feel like a punch to the face.

he continues, “i don’t hate you for it, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

you perk up. “so can i call you sunny?”

“don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“of course.” and you wilt again.

uncomfortable silence follows. something hangs in the air between you two, despite the cleared up misunderstanding.

so you ask, “what were you playing?”

“claire de lune, by johann debussy. i don’t suppose you know it,” he answers.

“i don’t, but ouch.”

he smiles, again, and you wonder if he enjoys watching people squirm. you chase these thoughts away. then, sunday shifts on the chair and pats down the empty space next to him. you take the cue and sit down.

“do you always follow directions like an excited puppy?” he asks, and before you can answer, his hands assume position and start playing again.

you sit next to him, and the soothing melody does nothing to slow your quickly beating heart. and when you glance next to you, you find sunday, unbearably close. so close, in fact, that you notice his long eyelashes, his unusually relaxed face, and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

it is then that it dawns on you: you are impossibly attracted to this man.

[almost-blondee]

I probably will get hated on for this 😭🙏

it is NOT okay to sexualise minor characters , yes , they are fictional so it won’t change anything irl but they are still MINORS fictional or not, ageing up is not an excuse to sexualise them !! again , at the end of the day they aren’t adults !

(this goes for many fandoms , it’s not everyone who is like this…some of yall are normal…)

[almost-blondee]

Cupcake

opla!Sanji x gn!reader

Summary: During some late night baking, your flirty crewmate decides to keep you company.

WC: 1.9k

Warnings/tags: traditionally feminine adjectives (pretty, gorgeous, beautiful) but no gender is explicitly stated, fluff, self deprecation, lots of compliments, self indulgent

Note: first attempt at a Sanji fic because branching out is important

Night has overtaken the ship. It's calm, and stars blink in the sky, twinkling for the world to see. The soft rocking of the water has lulled nearly everyone aboard into a sweet, lovely sleep.

You were the only one awake, settled in the kitchen, a pile of various ingredients surrounding you as you prepared to bake. There was no reason behind your choice of late night activity. No anniversary or debt in need of repaying or any special event that required baked goods. It was just a calm enough night, and you couldn't sleep, so it seemed like a proper course of action.

As you began to measure out the ingredients, separating them into bowls for organisation, you heard a creak, followed by footsteps. Somebody else was awake, and was coming closer.

You watched as the door opened, revealing Sanji, yawning, before noticing you, and stopping dead in his tracks, surprised at the sight of you, hard at work this late at night.

"Well, good morning." He gave you a quick smile before stretching a little bit. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Kind of." You watch as he approaches you, inspecting the counter and your little process. "What are you doing?"

"Making cupcakes." You answered simply, dropping the flour into the bowl, a cloud of white rising as the flour settled.

"So late at night?" "Maybe I'm really early. How about you?"

He smiled. "I was going to get a glass of water." You gestured behind you. "Go on, I won't stop you."

He passed by you to grab a glass. "So, baking all alone?"

"Yeah. I find it relaxes me." He nodded, then took a careful step towards the door. "Well, if I'm bothering you-"

"You're not."

The words came out quick, and you had hoped you hadn't sounded desperate. You doubted the chef could ever be a bother to you, and you truly hoped he would stay to accompany you while you worked.

"Oh. Well then, could I stay? And watch you bake?" He moved back to the side of the island, standing opposite you, looking hopeful that you would say yes to his request. "Only if you promise to stay out of the way." You said, trying to push back a little after your small outburst earlier.

He nodded and pulled up a char, sitting down to watch you work. You moved swiftly, pouring the ingredients into their proper bowls, making sure the measurements were just right.

"So," he broke the silence between you. "Do you bake often?"

"I used to. It was quite the hobby back at home, but I haven't had the chance to do it here yet." Sanji nodded. "What do you like to make?"

You smiled, thinking back to the copious recipes you had backed up in your brain. "Where do I start? Cookies, breads, pastries, pies, anything really. And cakes." You gestured at your handiwork. "Cakes, of course."

"Are they your favourite to make?" Sanji asked. "Oh yeah. Used to spend all day decorating them with my mom. Icing them with my favourite colours and absolutely drenching them with sprinkles." You smiled at the memory. "Sounds nice." Sanji smiled back. "She'd like you." You said suddenly.

"She would?" He asked, a little taken aback.

The look on his face told you that you might have messed up again, possibly treading a little too close to the knowledge that you liked him. But it was too late to backpedal.

"Yeah. She'd probably call you a sweetie, invite you to dinner, and insist that you leave the house with a pair of newly knit socks."

"Your mother sounds lovely." You nodded. "She is. I hope she's not lonely without me to keep her company." "I'm sure the people of your village take good care of her." Sanji comforted.

"I'm sure too. Maybe I'll write her a letter sometime. Maybe she'll even write back. One can hope."

"I'm sure she'd be happy to see you sharing your talents with your crew."

You nodded your head in thanks. "Oh, you flatter me."

"You are quite worth it." He smiled at you, something you had taken a liking to. He reminded you a little of what you imagined princes looked like in fairy tales. Handsome, charming.

The conversation went cold as you continued working, focused on the process ahead of you.

You stirred the batter, carefully adding the dry ingredients to the mixture, combining the two.

You were focused, making sure not to spill anything as you worked carefully.

"You're really pretty when you're focused."

The words slipped out without warning. Even Sanji seemed a little surprised at his comment. He'd flirted with you before, but it had always been so worked up. An act. Over dramatic and at least to you, unserious.

You had never taken his compliments seriously. At best, you thought he was trying to make you feel better about yourself. You figured it was just an act he put on to humour you, and you enjoyed it, even if it didn't boost your confidence all that much.

Admittedly, you liked Sanji. Far more than any of your other crewmates. If he were to feel the same, you would be delighted, but you were almost entirely sure he wasn't. He also flirted with Nami, and so many others who would likely be much better matches for him.

You could stand having his pity flirts to tide you over while he found someone he truly liked.

However, this was no typical flirt. There was no quick wink or smirk on his face. Just honesty. And that was so unexpected you nearly dropped your bowl.

You managed to set the bowl of dry ingredients down without spillage, trying to calm down the incessant fluttering in your chest.

"I mean, you, uh, I was going to say, I only meant that..." he was unable to say anything coherent. A man with a thousand lines backed up in his brain, suddenly rendered speechless.

You backed away from the counter, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your face. Your jaw went slack as you watched him try to come up with something, anything, to save himself.

"I'm sorry, I should just go." Sanji was as red as a tomato, taking his glass and shuffling towards the door.

"Wait." Your voice commanded him, and he turned around to face you again, looking rather ashamed of himself.

"Did you mean that?" "It just slipped out, don't be uncomfortable, I just-" "You really think I'm pretty?" You didn't believe it, but maybe you could humour him for once.

He almost laughed in disbelief. "Of course I do! Who wouldn't?"

"Plenty of people. Lots of men. And I mean lots." Sanji scoffed. "Forget them. They're nothing but trouble. You're gorgeous."

You could sense it returning. The typical flirting. His overdramatic way of trying to comfort you.

"Oh please, like you haven't been playing with me all this time too." You swatted your hand at him. "You and your over the top flirting, I know what you think of me."

Sanji frowned, confused. "And what do I think of you?"

"Not much. You notice me and don't want to hurt my feelings by ignoring me so you flirt anyways. I know you don't truly think I'm pretty-" he practically gasped at your statement. "-but I promise I don't hold it against you. It's nice that you try to get me to think I'm pretty, but I know I'm not. That's okay. I have other skills."

"How could you possibly think that?" Sanji looked more than horrified. "I have never flirted with anyone I have found less than stunning."

You laughed, getting back to your baking, mixing the dry ingredients with the wet. "There's a first time for everything."

Sanji looked absolutely distraught. "You don't seriously think I say everything I do to you as a joke? As consolation?"

You shrugged. "I mean, yeah? You just always put so much effort into your flirting, I thought it was a joke. I never knew if you meant it or not. I figured you didn't."

He walked forward, looking you in the eye from across the island, trying to convey how truthful he was being.

"I promise you, you are beautiful. Any old fool could see that. You are pretty when you're focused and I have never been more enchanted by someone in my life. And I mean that."

You laughed awkwardly, face still blazing hot. "Okay, you don't have to prove it. You can stop it, Sanji."

He circled the room until he was stood right next to you. The last of the dry ingredients fell into your batter and you set the bowl down, not mixing it yet.

"If you do not believe it tonight, I will tell you tomorrow, and the day after it, and the day after that, for however long it takes for you to believe it."

You chuckled softly. "Okay. I gotta finish these cupcakes." Sanji gently reached out a hand, resting it on your shoulder so that you would look at him.

"You are pretty, whether you believe it or not." You gently shrugged him off, though treasuring the feeling of his hand touching you. "Okay, whatever you say."

The two of you did not speak after that. He returned to his spot on the other side of the island, and the two of you spent the rest of the baking process in silence, until the last batch of cupcakes were removed from the oven.

"I'm gonna get a bit of sleep before the sun rises." You said quietly, waking up your companion, who had been napping on the countertop.

"Of course, cupcake." He said, clearly tired and a little delirious. The mix-up was clear, and yet, it had sounded like a pet name. And you giggled. The second the noise left your mouth, you turned red, and ran from the room, scurrying back to your bedroom to get a few blinks of sleep before the next day's adventures.

When you awoke, you did not feel well rested at all, but at the very least, you could sneak a tasty cupcake in at breakfast, as long as Luffy hadn't found and finished them all as soon as he saw them.

The kitchen was lively with early morning chatter, and you noticed a plate of neatly decorated cupcakes on the counter. Iced with your favourite colour, drizzled in sprinkles. Each one prettier than the last.

You looked over at the chef, who was caught between two pans of scrambled eggs and bacon, trying to see if it was him who had decorated them.

He looked up from his work briefly and smiled at you.

"Good morning cupcake." Your face burned under his eyes. Of course he had heard your giggle, and of course he was holding it against you.

"Did you do this?" You asked, pointing at the cupcakes. "Yes, I'm sorry but I figured you'd like them nice and iced. Like you said earlier. I left most of the rest for you to decorate, if you want."

"I didn't know you knew my favourite colour." You said, picking up a cupcake, admiring it.

"Of course I do. Someone so pretty deserves to have things remembered." You rolled your eyes at his not-so-sneaky attempt at flattering you. "Nice try, Sanji, but I'm not a fool." You took a bite from your cupcake.

He sighed. "I'll have to try harder next time."

"You don't have to do this. I'm fine, I promise you."

"I'm not doing this because I have to, cupcake." He grinned at the flustered look on your face. "I'm doing this because you deserve it."

[almost-blondee]

So cute!!!!

apron makeover

sanji x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: sanji's apron looked a little plain... w/c: 0.9k c/w: a little bit suggestive (it's literally sanji), reader referred to as 'my lady'.

"Is it to your liking, my love?"

Humming, you nod. "It's perfect. Thank you, baby."

Sanji's cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson as he turns back to the sink, scrubbing at a pan. The galley is empty, with the rest of the crew on the deck celebrating another successful fight. The Sunny breaks through waves slower than usual, and the constant threat from the world is a distant thought for the night.

The only sounds are the ding of the spoon in your hand on the ceramic plate, the slosh of the water in the sink, and the faraway laughter of your friends.

The delicate sweetness of the dessert your boyfriend prepared you fills your body with a warmness only he can elicit. You're content, and with that comes the overwhelming appreciation you have for your cook.

"I love you," You say, the words tumbling from your lips as you stare at his back. Sanji glances over his shoulder, his cheeks pink and mouth pulled into a wide grin.

"I love you more, my darling."

Your cheeks warm, and you smile shyly at him. Sanji chuckles lightly and places the clean pan on the side of the sink. He turns to face you and leans against the counter.

As you lick your spoon clean, an idea pops into your head. The apron he wears looks a little plain with its all-white material, and although Sanji thinks it exudes professionalism, you think differently.

Giggling, you slide from the bar stool and rush to the storage cupboard. Sanji calls your name as you rummage through the stuff, but when you find what you're looking for, you slam the door shut and lunge for the plain apron the cook wears.

"What are you doing?" Sanji mutters, his voice light and airy at how close you are. Your gaze is wide with excitement, and Sanji would be lying if he said it didn't excite him, too (not that he ever lied about such things when it comes to you).

With a pot of black paint and a small paintbrush from Usopp's stash, you decide against taking the apron directly from his body, and sit on a dining chair. "Come here."

Sanji raises an eyebrow but complies, standing between your thighs.

He'd let you do anything to him.

Dipping the paintbrush into the paint, you lean up slightly to start the lettering at the top of the apron. And when the first line of paint contacts the material, Sanji throws all previous opinions on professionalism out of his mind.

Paint whatever you want, he thinks, I'm your canvas.

"Hold still," You mumble, splaying your free hand on his stomach to flatten the fabric of his apron. The cook freezes, his body tingling everywhere you touch him over his clothes.

"I-I don't think we should do this in the galley—"

"Sanji," You giggle, pausing your painting to look up at him. The lovesick expression on his face makes your heart melt. "I'm just writing something, okay? It is of utmost importance that this be done right here and now."

Your boyfriend nods, fists balling at his sides. He's trying his best not to distract you from your very important work, but how your eyebrows furrow and the tip of your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth has his chest hurting with restraint.

The paintbrush moves from the top of the garment to the middle and then lower. Your hand moves across his torso and down to his hip bone, the words taking up more space than you anticipated.

Sanji is so very clearly struggling with his sharp inhales and jerking abdomen, and you decide you've tortured him enough.

"Baby—"

"Done!" You say, leaning back to admire your work. "You look so hot."

Sanji splutters, his eyes turning into literal hearts at your words. "I would never disagree with a lady, my love, but I'd say that you—"

"Sanji," You smile, standing from the chair. Your hands find his clammy ones, and you tug him to the window. His reflection stares back at him, and a laugh tumbles from his lips, his ears turning a concerning shade of red.

Mr. Good Lookin' is Cookin'

You brush his hair from his eyes and kiss his cheek. "It's perfect, don't you think?"

Sanji opens his mouth to answer when the door slams into the wall.

"Oh, please," Comes Zoro's voice from the doorway. He has a disgusted, pained expression on his face that makes you giggle. "What curse has he put on you?"

You laugh, and Sanji sighs, turning toward the swordsman. "Just admit you're jealous and walk away, mosshead."

Rolling his eyes, Zoro stalks into the kitchen and pokes through the cupboard for a beer. He shrugs at its warm temperature and cracks it open. "Would love a cold one."

Sanji's eyes narrow. "And I would love it if you pissed off."

Before he leaves, Zoro looks the cook up and down and shakes his head disapprovingly.

Smiling, you grab your boyfriend's hand as he lunges. "Goodnight, Zoro."

The swordsman throws his hand up as he exits, the door swinging closed behind him.

Sanji scoffs and turns back to you, his gaze immediately melting at the sight of you. His hands grip your waist firmly. "What do you say we head to the back of the ship? I've heard it's pretty empty this time of night."

Tilting your head, you circle your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair. "I'd say that's a perfect idea, Mr. Good Lookin'."

[almost-blondee]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[almost-blondee]

isagi's the type of guy to tell u he'll score a goal for u and fucking miss

[almost-blondee]

the person i like...

₊˚ ᗢ itoshi rin x gn! reader.

⤷ inspired loosely by horimiya, 5.2k words, angst/comfort + u-20 spoilers.

the person i like can’t be explained in simple terms.

sucking in a deep breath, rin lays on the ground, heaving in a frustrated sigh. the sun has long passed the horizon, retiring after a long day of work. throwing his arm over his eyes, the crisp air feels like acid on his hoarse throat. his leg was twisting in all sorts of ways. the muscles that wrap around his skeleton threatening to snap under his pressure. his body hurts in ways he can’t describe. so much so that he barely missed how a handkerchief came to wipe the drool left on the edge of his lips.

“if you keep pushing yourself like this, is football even fun anymore?” looking down at him, a smile engulfs your expression, starkly contrasting your shallow and frigid words. in your hands was a bottle of water filled with electrolytes. at the same time, a towel hangs over your shoulder, a cute embroidered owl staring back at him. 

slapping away your handkerchief, rin takes the bottle for himself, taking a large gulp before wiping the corners of his mouth. despite the unkind and wordless exchange, you don’t look surprised. on the contrary, you were expecting this reaction. it’s been like this for years for you to know the kind of person he is.

“you’re mean, rin,” you say.

he turns his head away from you, “and yet you’re still here.”

he’s as childish as ever. you remember when he was younger, he would take your toys and smash them together, playing pretend a little too hard (on some rare occasions, he might have drooled over them.) you can’t count how many godzilla toys he’s been through before he noticed his destruction. even after he pushes you to your very last button with his sour personality, he expects you to stay. its abundantly more clear whenever you have to stay after school with another classmate that this side of him comes out. 

it’s this kind of ego that keeps him from being tied down by everyone else around him.

“of course, i am, no one else is here to put up with your bad attitude.” a laugh escapes from you. as you kneel beside him, you reach out to touch his cheek, noting the warm air that exudes from his skin, “as your student council president, i can’t let my favorite person hurt themselves.” 

“i’m your favorite? you’re joking.”

“nope,” raising your finger, you press it between the space of his eyebrows, leading to him staring at you with an unamused look, “you’re my favorite person, rin.” 

✦

the person i like can be kind.

on cold december nights, he’s the first person to show up at your house to wish you a merry christmas. with the allowance his parents give him, he buys the same strawberry shortcake from a bakery across the street. he remembers when you were younger, this was the thing that cheered you up. whether it be from a bad grade on a test, or the stress of being number one in his class, something as simple as shortcake is enough to make you smile. his parents tell him he’s sweet. he thinks it is logical. 

hes not fond of children, however, he’ll make an exception for your younger siblings (one boy and girl). he gets many presents from his family (none of which are from sae) so he understands how rowdy they can get during the holidays. he comes prepared with small trinkets, other times he offers to play football with them. though, it’s more of a mercy on his part for you. he gives you enough time to set up the dining table and prepare dinner without any distractions. 

sitting beside him, you realize spending christmas with rin was beginning to be a tradition. while you don’t have the money to afford lavish gifts or a tree, being with him lights up your year. it’s nice having him around. it’s nice seeing him spend time with your small family. even nicer when you see him picking bones out of your mackerel, trying his hardest not to make it obvious he’s making your life easier. it’s sweet how he pretends not to care.

when its time for your siblings to sleep, rin makes it clear he wants to watch a horror movie. it’s almost frame one after you close the door, he’s standing next to you, holding up two DVDs. one is his favorite movie, the shining, the other is another classic, the thing. although christmas is the time to see cheesy, family hallmark movies, every year, he’ll ask you to watch the shining with him, even though he knows you’ve seen it a hundred times by now.

laying in bed beside him, you shift your weight onto your side, observing the way rin licks the bottom of his lips, concentrating on the events in the movie. in the background, the two of you are watching the sadness, a terrifyingly well written apocalyptic movie that would send shivers down any adults spine. its endearing to see him focused on something that wasn’t football. you know that despite being a fan of horror movies, he doesn’t like cheap jumpscares or gore. he likes the quiet kind of evil. the one that lurks underneath your bed when you don’t know it. he likes the way writers play with human emotions and fear. cgi blood and screams are too lukewarm for him.

after a while, he notices your stare and turns to look at you. he takes this time to lean back against your soft, plush mattress, his elbows creating a dip. he’s facing the same way as you now, carefully monitoring your expressions.

“your lower eyelashes are long,” you comment, reaching out to brush away part of his bangs. his hair was always soft to the touch. what kind of conditioner does he use to make it so luxuriously smooth? this act leads to a hum to escape his parted lips, his body relaxing into your bedding, “what is your secret to having them look so nice? you look like a girl, you know.”

“shut up. there is no secret.” 

“so you don’t deny the girl part? itoshi rin you drooly—”

“shut up.” 

he holds your hand, the beads on his wrist fumbling and clattering loosely together, his gaze lingers on you. from the corner of your eye, you could make out the shared bracelet you made for each other last christmas, colorfully lit because of your cheap tv screen. when you first proposed the idea of making matching bracelets, he scoffed in typical rin fashion but still compiled. 

his fingers slipped through the cracks of your hand, squeezing your muscles with enough force to draw your focus to a thin thread. he can be a total ass whenever he wants your attention.

“are you going to watch my football game next week?”

“do i have a choice?”

a scowl makes its way onto his face as his grip tightens.

“no.”

✦

the person i like has a cute side to him.

“here,” you say, holding out a box of chocolates. dressed in your usual school uniform, the two of you meet each other in the hall. as you stand in front of the student council room, a small crowd forms as whispers echo through the tight space. while it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be seen together, people couldn’t hold back their noses.

rin gets a lot of valentines day chocolates. since the day you’ve known him in preschool, he’s been popular with the girls. despite being unfriendly, his good looks are enough to attract a lot of attention, even from boys alike. the last part being a long-running joke you’ve had with him since middle school.

“you got me valentines day chocolate? were you bored and had nothing to do?” he takes the gift into his hands, rubbing his thumb against the crisp material of the wrapper. he notes that the color of the ribbon is the same as his eyes, a clear blue, just like water. he also sees that you’ve written your name on the small tag, surrounded by hearts and stars.

“i made you chocolate,” correcting him with a huff, you rest your hand on your hip. “and i made it specifically for you. i know how picky you are.” 

this isn’t the first time you’ve made chocolate for him. every year, you make special ‘friend’ chocolate to give out. when it comes to sweets, rin can be a very childish and picky person. he doesn’t like it if chocolate is too sweet or bitter. he has a terrible habit of sticking out his tongue if it’s not tasty. it might be one of many reasons he rejected other charming girls. 

you used to think the real reason was that he hatred chocolate, though this was quickly disproven one afternoon when he greedily ate half of your pocky from your cupboard. he even dared to complain you didn’t have enough candy for movie nights, leading to him coming over with more snacks to fill your cabinet.

“is that so?” he tucks the box into one of his bag pockets, “did you make it for anyone else?”

“i had extras for everyone in the student council. they got icebox cookies. though, they’re not as cute as the ones i made for you,” wagging your finger, you smile eagerly, “the convenience store nearby had these cute chocolate molds. i got them on sale too. they’re owl-shaped, isn’t that cute?”

“super cute,” he says with a deadpan expression.

a beat passes before you stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“rin, you’re funny.”

“am i?”

“you are!” 

you stop teasing him to interlace your fingers behind your back, peering up at the taller male. in a rare turn of events, rin’s expression changes. there is this soft look in his eyes, the lowering of his upper lid and slow blinks that communicate to you something otherworldly.

before he turns around to leave, he leans forward, whispering in your ear a phrase that leaves you scrambling in suspicion. 

i’ll pay you back.

when white day comes, you are reassured by the sight of a neatly wrapped box, tied with your favorite color ribbon. inside was another strawberry shortcake, curtsey of rin. he might not have known, but from the corner of your eye, you saw the reddening tips of his ears give away his appearance. how cute.

✦

the person i like can be incredibly sensitive.

opening the door, you were met with an unexpected sight. dressed in his usual football uniform, rin had his gym bag slung over his back. snaking his arms around your waist, he elicits a surprised chirp out of you.

he pulls you tightly to his chest, squeezing as hard as he can to steal your breath. despite pushing him with enough force to tip an elephant, he remains still, holding onto you tightly as if you could disappear anytime. 

“rin?”

bringing your arms around him, he finally lets go a sigh of relief, almost as if he was waiting for this moment all day. 

before you could say anything else, he blindly guides the two of you back into your room. swiftly taking off his bag and shoes, you awkwardly stumble over his foot, noticing the sharp inhale he takes. once making it past the wooden door, the two of you collapsed onto your mattress, tumbling like lopsided jenga blocks.

still quiet and reclusive, he loosens his grip, giving you ample time to breathe normally.

you’re left laying beneath him, getting a small glimpse of the way his expression becomes crestfallen and still. perking up your ears, you swore you heard him say something.

“... movies.”

“huh?”

“let’s watch a movie.”

raising your eyebrow, you tilt your head to the side, “you came all this way just to watch a movie with me? couldn’t you have waited until this weekend? rin–”

“yeah.”

letting out a defeated groan, you don’t say anything when he leans his weight against you, effectively crushing you between himself and your cushions. you have to ignore the way your heart is beating ten times faster than an olympic athlete and how your face turns hot every time you feel his warm breath graze your ears. 

if it was anyone other than rin, you might have gotten the bright idea of hitting him over the head with your bedside lamp. however, because he is your favorite football player in the world (his words, not yours), you had to endure his strange, clingy habits that he denies so quickly.

lifting your arms above his head, you let them rest against the nape of his neck, grazing over his spine slowly and carefully. you make a mental note of the way his muscles tense up in certain areas. football practice must have been hard on his body. you could feel knots all over his body.

an impish grin makes its way onto your face, your fingers drawing smiley faces and hearts on the surface of his back, causing him to exhale audibly into your neck, muttering about how ticklish he is.

a comfortable blanket of silence drapes over you, tiredness creeping up on you like a bedside monster. blaming it on rin’s warmth, you sink your head back onto your mattress. for someone who describes himself as unfriendly and cold, he was starting to melt in your arms like putty. he was like a personal heater at this point.

finally, after a little while, you feel his lips graze across your neck, “do you think i’d be the best striker?” his question slips through your mind, dancing across your neurons and flickering. 

“why wouldn’t you be?”

“i don’t know. sometimes i don’t feel like i’m the best.”

“you’ve worked the hardest out of everyone i know. there isn’t another guy this obsessed with football and his brother.”

you wince at the sudden pain in your side, realizing he had used his index and thumb to harshly pinch your abdomen. he’s such a total ass.

“do you think i’ll be as good as sae?”

“probably not as good—” he elbows your stomach, making sure to hit you in the same spot he pinched you earlier. “let me finish my sentence!”

in return, you force one knee against his lower torso, a surprised gasp leaving his throat at your sudden retaliation. as his guard is lowered, you push yourself up, flipping your positions. 

laying beneath you, he is left in awe by your boldness. taking his face into your hands, you squeeze his cheeks, bringing him closer to you until you can barely feel his nose graze yours. there was this strange look in your eyes. it was incredibly warm, almost as if it had been lit up by some kind of fire. it has him gripping at the reigns of his emotions, riding out what feels to be adrenaline.

“if there is anyone as good as sae, hell, even better, it would be you, rin.” this comment sent rin’s heart jumping through hoops. 

“there isn’t anyone else i’d dream with but you.” 

✦

the person i like can be cruel and selfish.

sitting at the center of a snowy field, rin digs his head into his gloved hands. hes on his knees, gasping heavily as he choked on a sob. his mind is racing in indescribable ways, dragged from end to end, he’s stretched thin. perhaps it’s the air itself that is thin because he’s struggling to breathe properly. despite wearing a black scarf, nothing could have braced him for the storm. 

his brother truly was amazing. he surpassed his record four years ago. he’s playing for the most famous team in spain. he’s a renowned football player not only in japan but in every other country. he’s everything rin has ever dreamed of. the only thing that was falling behind was himself. all the time he spent training was for nothing. his throat was constricting on itself. the world was growing darker and foggier. he could feel his nerves coiling around his lungs, a deafening boom of his own heart tuning the sound of crunching snow.

“rin?” your voice trails off, unsure of what to make of this sight.

you’ve never seen him look so defeated in your life, and you’ve known him for years. the prideful man you’ve grown so fond of looks like he was on the verge of crying like a child. you’re at a lost for words as you squeeze your hands together. 

just a few minutes ago, you saw his older brother drag his suitcase across the snow, wielding a stone-cold expression that grazed over you. what sort of fight did they have?

“are you here to laugh?”

“what?”

“you heard me,” he holds his fingers up to his face, withdrawing air from his lungs carefully, “you’re here to call me lukewarm, aren’t you? just because i lost to sae.” cradling himself, he tries to block out the pained expression written across your face.

“why else would you be here? at such a perfect time too. were you just waiting for him to leave? so you can see me like this? and laugh?” 

“why would you think that?”

your words come out shakier than you expect and despite that, he still doesn’t look up at you, not even with the small amount of sympathy you hoped he would spare. hell, it feels like he’s avoiding your gaze altogether, on purpose. now that stings.

“why are you here?” he chokes, “leave me alone.”

you don’t know what hurts more: hearing his voice in shambles or your heart falling apart.

“you know i can’t.”

“why?”

“because—we’re friends.”

he tightly bundles the snow under his fingertips, squeezing it until it forms a hard ball. “just leave me alone!”

keeping his head low, he blindly throws a snowball at you, nearly missing your cheek by a hair. shock was an icy force slowly creeping up on you. “leave me, (name), get the hell away from me. i don’t need you,” he huffs, struggling to catch his breath as his body droops forward, “i don’t need anyone!”

“you don’t mean that—”

“shut up—shut, i don’t need you, i never–” biting the tip of his tongue, he lets himself slip through the cracks. for a fraction of a second, he looks up to you. 

illuminated underneath the moon’s light, you see a nameless ball of hatred seethes through those familiar irises. it bleeds through the cracks and down his long eyelashes, trailing down like damned tears. this type of loathing didn’t just appear out of nowhere. it was born eons ago, quelled by a supernatural force whose spell broke.

“i never liked you. not one bit.” he says, “you’re a stupid, know-it-all, student council president, who thinks you can fix me—but,” he heaves, “you can’t—i’m not some kind of charity case. i’m not someone you can just use to feel better about you—and your sad, lukewarm life.” 

“i don’t understand why we became friends—i’d never—you’re terrible at football, and worse of all, you try to lecture me about it as if you know more than me, but you don’t. you’d never know what it is like to be enough. you got two loving siblings who care about you even if you do a shit job. everyone in the student council glazes you like you’re the best thing that ever happened to them, and it’s honestly so sickening.” 

“god you make me so fucking sick (name). you’re so lukewarm that it hurts. it’s so boring to be around you sometimes,” he continues digging into your skin, twisting the knife so far you find yourself clutching your stomach, “you really have nothing to do but wait on me. it’s annoying.”  

“you don’t mean that,” you knew rin could be cruel but never merciless. you swore he was sweet inside. sweeter than candy even. so why—

“i don’t need you in my life.” 

“rin,” using the back of your hand to wipe away at the loose tears that threaten to spill over, you refuse to lower your gaze, “tell me, you didn’t mean that. you really don’t mean it.” 

the wind blows over, both your scarves bellowing alongside the frigid cold. he’s tightening the grip he has on the ground, lips pressed tightly against each other as he thinks about the next string of words he could piece together. something he could say that will hurt you.

like a broken record, you ask again: “do you mean it, rin?”

and this time, he didn’t hesitate to answer.

“i do.” 

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that was the last time you saw rin. 

despite waiting on christmas day with his favorite food, patiently waiting for him at the table, he never showed up. it stung knowing he was still mad at you. your heart was twisting in uncomfortable ways every time you stared at his empty seat. it took everything within you to restrain the sobs that bode over your bottom lids, to choke down the cold rice you’ve made. your younger brother slid himself closer to you, patting your back as you struggled to hold back your tears, a wail escaping from the cracks and seeping through the walls. 

you want to convince yourself that a small fight like this won’t be the end of your friendship, but considering how vindictive and punishing rin could be, your wish is less likely to be heard. maybe you should have listened to your friends when they said he would be a bad influence on you. you knew him as an incredibly petty and childish person, a trait that is further amplified when it comes to his older brother

he can take and take, but never give. he can get mad at any boy who tries to give you their jacket but scoffs in your face if you suggest the same. he can push you around as many times as he wants, and expect you to be okay with it. that’s how selfish he is. 

when you heard about japan’s newest program, blue lock, a meticulous yet ambitious plan to create the country’s best football team, you could only imagine how quickly rin signed up. to this day, you still don’t know what they talked about or what led to the explosion. your younger brother called you stupid for mauling over a guy who didn’t give you a second thought. 

and perhaps you were stupid. you were stupid over the worst guy.

you still think of those sleepless nights, the ones where it was you and him against the world. still thinking about the dream he shared that one christmas, when he rested his head on your shoulder, speaking in a low whisper, his warm breath tickling your ear. you believed in his dream of becoming the world’s best striker, his name placed neatly beside sae’s. those sleepless nights watching horror movies, having your side pinched by a bumbling idiot you called your best friend.

all of it felt like a fantasy you created in your head. when you scream into your pillow, you wish he could hear it.

months would go by without a single message. your family meals have resumed to being a three-person activity. no more strawberry shortcakes and movie nights on christmas. your life was completely devoid of anything football-related (your siblings decided to call it quits and move on to another sport. whether or not it was out of respect for you, or because they got bored, you aren’t sure.) all you knew was that instead of having a checkerboard ball in your backyard, your brother replaced it with a pure white volleyball.

it wasn’t until you awoke with a fated breath that you saw three tickets placed neatly on your lap. the two rowdy children you called brother and sister jumped excitedly on your deflated mattress, having waited supposedly hours to surprise you. they had ripped open your mail early, pulling out vip tickets to the next u-20 game. they were fairly expensive as well, being seated extremely close to the railing and pitch.

after confronting your siblings about the dangers of opening suspicious mail, you finally decided to check the name on the return address. when examining the letter, you notice the sender was a familiar name: itoshi.

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although he should have been proud, he couldn’t be more angry at himself. giving isagi the final goal was the last thing he wanted. even if it was luck, it simply wasn’t in his favor. clutching his forehead with the palm of his hand, rin drew in a heavy-hearted breath. his muscles were screaming at him, clawing up from the bottom of his ankles to the top of his knees. his tongue felt numb with a slight metallic taste following the cold texture. how many times has he seen this happen already?

“i thought japan could never produce a proper striker,” with a hand on his hip, sae stares off into space, eyes trailing the crowd. at his words, rin peeked his head upwards, a smile he hadn’t felt in a long time rushing to his face excitedly. 

“the one who drew out your instincts and will change japanese football is yoichi isagi. he might be the one to do it.”

what?

a pitiful expression quickly washes over rin’s enthusiastic expression. the dream he thought he reignited in his brother faded away pathetically, and the realization that he’ll never be acknowledged for his efforts dampened his ego severely. out of all the people he could have said, it had to be the one person he dreaded the most. and as if his mood couldn’t get any worse, he watches as isagi jogs his way towards his direction.

prepared for the inevitable gloat, he—

“what is that look on your face, get up rin!” screaming at the top of your lungs, you squeeze the edge of the railing tightly, leaning forward as you press your entire weight onto the tip of your toes. one wrong move, you might accidentally tip over and fall into the pitch. your siblings raise their homemade banner as high as they can, puffing out their cheeks as wave the heavy flag. 

“do they know the game is over?”

“maybe they’re cheering for someone else.” 

“that sounds embarrassing.” 

with reddening cheeks, you close your eyes, blindly calling out to the wind and hoping he’d hear you.

“rin, don’t give up! you still have time! i…” hiccuping, you hold your chin up high, “still believe in you!” 

“idiooooooooot!” 

there was a deafening minute of awkward silence before sae erupts in a fit of laughter, breaking rin out of his stupor spell. he quickly twists his head, facing the direction he heard your voice. only one person was willing to call him, blue lock’s number 1 striker, a complete idiot across the pitch for everyone to hear.

“god, i didn’t think they’d actually come,” sae brought one hand to rest on his ear, “and i thought your lukewarm personality drove them away for good.”

raising himself from the ground, rin hesitantly steps forward, meeting your gaze. you could feel your heart leap up to your throat, unable to contain the jittery feelings that once accompanied your former friend. underneath the shining, glimmering sun, you could make out the colorful bracelet adorned on his wrist, a symbol you were all too familiar with. he was still wearing it after all this time.

“i guess you just have those kinds of people.”

the kind that would still believe in your dreams.

without a second to waste, sae harshly slaps his back, propelling the young man forward, though, not before calling him a lukewarm fool.

despite the burning exhaustion he felt one minute ago, his legs felt as light as air right now. he sped through the interview crowds, weaving with ease to make it to the other side. this act caught the eye of isagi who stopped midway, watching in disbelief as the once stoic man clambered to his knees, fumbling over someone.

before you could catch your breath, your younger brother and sister shove you over the railing, forcing your body over the metal bars. hitting a firm, warm chest, you find yourself wrapped in a familiar tight embrace. 

ignoring the crowd’s whisper, rin kept you close to his heart, (literally and figuratively speaking.)

“idiot.” you whisper, squeezing his neck with as much force you can muster this time. “idiot—idiot—you idiot.” 

“i know.” 

“rin you’re the biggest—stupidest, most idiotic idiot–” 

“i know,” he repeats, murmuring in the crook of your neck, “i know.” 

“idiot!” words continue to spill out of your uncontrollable lips, “idiot, idiot, you are the worst!”

he doesn’t fight against you even when you punch his back as hard as you can. he doesn’t even flinch when you kick up your feet, wrapping them around his waist as you choke up a sob that’s been trapped in your throat for months. he doesn’t do anything. he only holds you. keeping you as close as possible so you could hear the way his heart beats. 

tucked in his arms, the world finally goes quiet, and its only the two of you.

“you’re so stupid rin.”

“i’ve heard that before.” he withdraws his expression following the crook of your neck, “i’m sorry.” 

“sorry isn’t going to cut it.” 

weakly raising your arms, you stow your fingers away in his slightly sweaty hair, withdrawing a comment about showering. he exhales carefully, closing his eyes, he melts in your body, “i understand. i don’t expect you to forgive me after what i said.” 

“and i won’t for a while.” 

“that's okay.”

his curt answer garners a huff from you, “is it?” 

“yeah, that’s okay with me.” 

“you’re not mad?”

“you didn’t do anything wrong.” he lets you pinch the back of his neck (even if it does really hurt, he doesn’t want to accidentally let go of you). “i said all of those things without thinking about it.”

“it sounded like you did for a long time. those words hurt, you know.” 

“... yeah. i thought about them for a long time. and i wish i never said them out loud. not because they were true, but—” like a clumsy child, he stutters over himself, “i wanted to give myself a reason to hate you.” 

“did you hate me?”

as quickly as your question came, so did his answer: “no.” 

“well,” you mutter, a pout drawing itself on your face, “i hate you just a little bit.” 

“is that why you’re still holding onto me?” with an irked expression, you pinch the surface of his skin even harder, trying to send a not-so-subtle telepathic message. he winces but doesn’t try to shove you off, this position he has you in is a little too comfortable for him to let go of right now.

“you give me no choice.” he has to pull himself together so he doesn’t instinctively reach out to squeeze your waist. he’s definitely heard this line from you before. 

slowly drawing in a breath, he lets his muscles relax. they loosen just slightly, allowing you to wrap your arms firmly around his body. his heart was still beating as fast as ever, you could feel it thump against his ribcage. it was just as fast as yours.

“...can i come over?”

“do you think after all this time i’d just let you come into my house?” you snorted, “who do you think you are?” 

“someone who wants to come over to your house.” 

a beat breezes through..

“...you’re the worst, rin.” 

the person i like the most is the biggest idiot. 

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Please read No Home by Wanan

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[almost-blondee]

Hello!

Could you do a social butterfly!Narancia (Jojo) and very introverted Reader?

Like Reader just spends their free time either at home or library. And Narancia is dragged to that library by Fugo, he's just there to grab some books and Narancia is not happy to be there until he sees Reader.

Have a good day!

Lucky Day

Narancia x introverted!reader

Fluff, Day at the library

Word count: 1.4k

So this is my first time doing requests, so hopefully this is okay. I’m worried that i kinda strayed off topic or it’s kinda too all over the place. but hopefully this is somewhat close to what you’d like

Also please don’t mind spelling or grammar error i tried to find them all but i may have missed some, Thank you and enjoy!!!

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“You know Narancia you’re never going to get smarter if you don’t try” Fugo tries to somewhat encourage the other young male. “ugghhhh, i’ve heard this like a million times…” He responds while trudging along. It just so happens that they were on their way to the library to pick up some books for Fugo. However Fugo took it as a chance to pressure the boy to pick up his slack.

“i’m only coming with you cuz’ you promised me some snacks…” Narancia hesitantly added. They were now nearing the library and Narancia was dreading just sitting in there waiting for Fugo, never mind all the useless knowledge he would hear after Fugo picked up his books. Usually when this happened Narancia would sit somewhere in the library and wait while Fugo would find his books. Every so often he would lay his eyes on a certain someone. Narancia didn’t know anything about them, not even their name. He was just so enthralled with watching the way they were. As he was entering the library he caught himself wondering if you would happen to be there. After all it seemed you liked to spend most of your time at the library, you were there every time he was, and that was next to none.

“okay Narancia, just go sit where you usually do, i’ll try to be quick.”

“ yeah sure whatever you say that every time” Narancia mumbles under his breath while walking towards his usual table.

Just as he was about to slouch down into his usual chair, he had noticed that someone was sitting at his table. His first thought was to threaten this person to make them move, that was until you looked up from your book, to see him staring at you. As soon as he realized it was you, the intimidating look on his face disappeared being replaced with a softer one. Narancia thought to himself that he must be the luckiest man alive. He slyly walked to the chair across from you and sat down. You try your hardest to focus back on the book in front of you knowing that talking to strangers wasn’t really your thing. However, you could quite literally feel him staring at you. So, you’d have to look up at some point. So you did exactly that. You slowly brought your eyes up to see his face, shining so bright you’d almost reached for the blinds.

“Hi, I’m Narancia, Nice to meet you! I’ve seen you here lots!” He said almost immediately after you had looked up. Not really expecting him to be so forward you immediately averted your eyes to think of something to say. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t even let you get a thought in and continued talking.

“It seems like you like to come here, is that right? have you ever seen me around. I mean probably not. you’re always pretty focused on the books you’re reading” He borderline shouts at you.

you manage to compose your self.

“ um… yes i have seen you a couple times. Do you also like coming to the library?” You ask at an attempt to make conversation. Truth is, you have seen him around, how could you not, he was always so loud when coming to the library. Very vocally complaining about how long his friend was taking. so you sorta already knew the answer to your question.

“HAHAHA, good one…” Narancia says as he pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. “ I’m only here because my buddy Fugo apparently ‘needs someone to come pick up his books with him’. He obnoxiously says while using finger quotations. “oh, i see…” You say, not really knowing how else to respond.

“yup, he always babbling on about how i need to get smarter and actually care about my education yata yata.” He readjusts the way he’s sitting. “ but you know it’s not so bad coming here if i get to see you.” he then throws in a wink, hoping that will win you over.

you were again taken aback by his forwardness and immediately you can feel your face heat up, you don’t do so well with compliments. Especially from someone who you’d like to say was attractive.

“i’m just teasing although i wouldn’t mind if we could meet here more often, just the two of us of course.”

Now thinking to yourself that he is relentless, you can’t help but chuckle at his attempt of flirting. You wouldn’t mind spending sometime with him if it meant getting to know each other better. you had been quite interested in him since you first saw him, wondering why he hated the library so much.

“Um, yeah i’ll have to think on that one. we have only just met.” you say quietly, unsure if he could even hear you.

“Well how about we talk a little more then you can tell me your answer, yeah?” he retorts looking at you like a puppy, if he had a tail you’re sure it would be wagging.

“Okay, sure” you simply say, looking down at your watch. Only now realizing that it was almost time for your shift to start. You say you had about 10 minutes give or take. So you decided to humour the boy sitting across from you.

You watched as he rambled on about something as simple as his favourite snacks, he was basically having a conversation with him self. Expect from the occasional “hmm” “i see” “nice” from you. By the time he was ready to ask you what your favourite snacks were you were slowly packing up and getting ready to leave. Narancia noticed this, and inquired. “ you have somewhere to be?” his eyebrow slightly raising. he was staring at you so intensely you were almost afraid to say yes.

you reluctantly told him that you had a shift at the café down the street and usually came here to kill sometime before clocking in.

“ ooohh, so you work at the café huh, That’s good to know” He now has a huge smile on his face, again you now are looking for the blinds. You had a feeling he was going to be up to no good. “ yes, so i’m sorry to cut our time short, maybe we could talk another time.” you say now starting the motion to get up. By the time you have stood up and slowly made your way to the door Narancia had followed you the whole way. “ So your saying if i see you here next time we could have another chat? Or even better, i could ask you out to someplace more fun?” usually you’d be apposed to such offers however, this boy in front of you seemed to genuinely want to get to know you. You couldn’t let him down now. “ i suppose so yes, that would be okay” you answered. “ i’ll be on my way now. Good bye Narancia.” you swiftly left with your bag in hand. Narancia watched your figure disappear, then realizing he hadn’t even got your name, nor your number. how was he supposed to contact you now? he sadly made his way back to his table, he did slouch down this time, upset that he got so excited he forgot the whole reason he went over to you. Feeling dejected. he rested his head in his hands and decided to wait for Fugo.

A couple minutes later He could hear footsteps, assuming them to be Fugo. He instinctively sighed loud on purpose so he’d ask ‘what’s wrong’.

low and behold Fugo could be heard asking “What’s wrong Narancia, it’s not like you to look so dejected.”

“i fumbled”

“what…” was all Fugo said back with a disgusted look on his face.

“Are you sure you fumbled, this piece of paper tells me differently” That was Fugo for you, quickly figuring out the scenario like nothing.

Narancia whips his head up wondering what paper Fugo is talking about. As he looked at Fugo his eyes flickered down to the paper in between Fugos pointer and middle finger. Clearly in the position to hand it to him.

Narancia grabbed the paper more desperately than he would have liked and Fugo just scoffed.

The note read

(xxx-xxx-xxxx)

My name is (y/n) by the way…

Narancia was over the moon, he couldn’t believe he managed to get the number of someone so enthralling. Now he was jumping and hugging Fugo, thanking him for bringing him to the library.

“ Hey Fugo next time can we go to the Café down the street?? what do you think?”

Let’s just say you gained a new regular that day, both at the Cafe and in your life.

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[almost-blondee]

Can’t believe someone would actually do this, how can you accept compliments when you know you didn’t write it lol, crazy to me.

DISCOURSE.

Damn people plagiarise reddit posts now. There's no credit or anything .

This is the reddit post (not sure but this in itself is a repost of another reddit post 💀 people love copying ig)

Here

Heres our fandom star! Bro didn't even gaf about changing the title. Yeaaa bestseller by copying <3

The notes???

here

Ps sorry to use the x reader tags but yall need to know that they are a pathetic plagiariser

[almost-blondee]

MASTERLIST ✧

ONLY SFW FOR NOW!!! (sorry to dissapoint)

i will organize it better when i have written more! Hopefully you enjoy my writing!

Thank you!!! ♡

JJBA x reader

Part 5

Narancia x reader

Thorfinn x reader

Green Monster

The Truth

Shit Disturber 

Sanji x reader

Running in Circles

Honkai star rail

Sleepless night Sunday x reader

Caught Sunday x reader

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REQUESTS☆

Although i don’t have many followers, i was wondering if you guys would be interested in suggesting fics that i can write, i have not been inspired recently. I would appreciate if you are to request that you add a scenario or troupe in there that i can roughly go off, more detail the better!!

I can do a variety of anime’s, however if you suggest one that i’m not familiar with, they’d probably be out of character. Therefore, the anime’s i could confidently write about are the following:

Attack on titan, Blue lock, One piece, Vinland saga, JoJo’s, Jujutsu kaisen, possibly haikyu, death note, Demon slayer, and Monster

That’s probably it… Also i’m not super familiar with tumblr so i don’t really know how to go about requesting them, you could just comment, or DM me i guess…

Okay, thank you, i’m hoping to at least get some requests!