#( event: new years eve. )

[jintaka-hane]

[Kiss your blorbo at the New Year’s Eve event]

Asked by: @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @limitlesstildil @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth

KID

Summary: It's New Year's Eve and you're about to disembark from the Victoria Punk forever, but as midnight approaches, a certain redhead will make you reconsider. Word count: 1300 Warning: x gn!reader; some angst; fluff All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.

A sigh leaves your lips in the form of vapor that lingers for a moment before dissipating into the cold air. You smile, looking ahead, your eyes fixed on the distant celebration and joy reigning on the island you are about to dock. There is so much happiness... It’s the last night of the year, and everyone wants to spend it celebrating with their loved ones.

Your eyes drift down to the bundles resting at your feet. Your whole life packed into those three suitcases. Not that there was much to pack, you think to yourself, you are used to moving from one place to another, anyway.

Resting your arms on the frozen railing of the Victoria Punk, you flex your numb fingers to restore circulation. Your cheeks, rosy from the icy air, soften with a hint of a bittersweet smile at what seems to be bonfires on the beach. The ship is still minutes away from docking, but you can almost smell the food roasting over the flames and hear the distant songs and laughter.

Another sigh escapes you, and your gaze shifts upward to the blanket of stars spread across the sky. It’s cloudy, but they shimmer brilliantly through the clouds, like scattered pearls floating in a deep, black sea.

Your time aboard the ship is nearly over.

You never planned to stay this long, but what was meant to be a one-week passage turned into a month, and that month, thanks to the unpredictable routes and whims of this eccentric, punk-rock crew, stretched into three.

At first, you thought the crew would be a challenge for you, like the tightly-knit group with little trust for outsiders they seemed to be. But in reality, they welcomed you with open arms sooner than you expected, making it clear that beneath the spiked hair, metal studs, and leather jackets hid a large, warm, and friendly family.

The captain, however, was a different story. From the start, he made it abundantly clear that you didn’t belong. The scowls, the tightly pressed lips, and the way he crossed his arms disapprovingly, glaring at every step you took across his deck, said it all.

But now his misery is about to end.

You are finally reaching your destination, and soon, you’ll be out of his sight for good.

Your eyes are still fixed on the sky when the sound of heavy boots thudding against the wooden deck reaches your ears. You know those steady, defiant steps by heart, and you’re surprised he’s bothered to show up to say goodbye.

“How much longer until we dock?” you ask, refusing to give him the satisfaction of turning around.

“Twenty minutes,” you hear him say.

“Good…”

You don’t say anything else. You don’t turn around either. He stays rooted in place behind you, just as silent. The only sounds are the music and chanting growing clearer as you approach the island. As a freezing breeze bites at your cheeks, you decide to speak again.

“At last, you’ll be rid of me, huh?”

“I… uh, yeah…” he mutters behind you.

Not even a basic farewell, you think, frowning as you force yourself not to care. You focus on what looks like a bunch of glowing kites soaring into the sky from the beach. But the way Kid just stands there behind you, frozen, begins to unnerve you. And what’s with that uneven breathing of his?

"I…" he starts but hesitates.

Your icy fingers tap impatiently on the railing, and with an exasperated huff, you spin around to face him.

His almost-frozen goggles keep his messy red hair in place, his oversized coat hangs loosely over his shoulders, and his painted lips curve downward into an unpleasant scowl.

Basically his usual look.

But there’s something… something in his posture you can’t quite figure out. A hint of vulnerability, perhaps? Whatever it is, he seems to be fighting it.

“Probably won’t see each other again,” you add, trying to sound casual.

His intense amber eyes lock onto yours, filled with the confusion of someone who wants to say something but doesn’t know how.

“Probably,” you barely hear him mutter with feigned nonchalance, yet a slight twitch in his face betrays him as his jaw tightens so much it looks like he might break his teeth. You shake your head, and all hope of having a cordial conversation with him leaves you.

He slowly moves to your side and rests both arms on the railing, and the two of you just stand there, staring at the beach party in the distance. There's still a few hundred meters to go, but you can already spot groups of kids setting off firecrackers and couples dancing joyfully to the rhythm of the music. As you watch another group preparing what looks like fireworks, you notice, out of the corner of your eye, Kid suddenly slouching and lowering his head in defeat.

“I CAN’T,” he gasps, finally breaking.

You immediately turn toward him, and your eyes widen in surprise at seeing such a man, his back hunched and trembling, his eyes shut tight, and his canines jutting out between his bared teeth.

"You can't what, Kid?" You raise your hand to place it on his back to calm him, but you leave it hanging in the air, too hesitant to touch him.

"LOSE YOU," he answers, burying his head further between his arms, tilting it to one side to hide his face from you. His metal hand clenches into a fist, and he slams it into the railing, sending splinters of wood flying through the air. "FUCK! Why do I always lose EVERYTHING?!”

You gasp, and your hands attempt to move to your mouth, but instead they go to his shoulders, grabbing and forcing him to look you in the face.

“Kid look at me! What are you saying?”

As his tightly shut eyes open, a stray, bitter tear slips down his cheek, smearing some of his eyeliner. But even in that state, he tries to look at you menacingly.

“Is it because I’m not strong enough for you? Is that it?”

Your round eyes dart between his, and you realize then what's happening. This grumpy, big guy, with his zero talent for feelings and words, is going to be your downfall. Without saying a word, you cup his chin with one trembling hand and, with the other, gently wipe the tear from his cheek. In the distance the countdown to midnight starts.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

'Kid, it’s not—'"

“Stay,” he says, locking his sharp, amber eyes with yours.

Seven! Six! Five!

“Kid…” you whisper again.

"Don't leave me," he says, lifting his hand to cover yours on his chin. "I'll get stronger. I've already beaten a Yonko, I'll beat the next ones I come across and make you proud... I'll defeat every Yonko we cross paths with... but don't leave me…”

Four! Three!

Your breath catches in your throat, and your hand slides softly from his stained cheek to the back of his neck.

“Stay…” he sighs, tilting his head and bringing his lips closer to yours.

Two! One!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Your lips brush against each other for a sweet second before yielding, finally melting into a rough, possessive kiss. A kiss that puts an end to your insecurities, and allows Kid to say more than he could ever express with words.

His warm lips steal all the air from your lungs, and his flesh arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. He keeps his other arm against his back, avoiding touching you with the frozen metal. You wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh softly into his kiss as the cheers and shouts of New Year's celebrations fill the air.

As the rattle of fireworks exploding in the sky hits your chests, their lights bathe in multiple colors the passionate couple you have finally become on the icy deck of the Victoria Punk.

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Taglist: @fanaticsnail @i-am-vita @eustasscapitankid @nocturnalrorobin @daydreamer-in-training <3

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[thisisrealy2kok]

Harmogeddon 2001 - Sunday, December 31, 2001. San Francisco, California

[hipstercyrus]

[lucie-newman]

Where: The mirage.

WHEN: December 31st

WHO: Closed (5/5)

"You know," Lou leaned back in one of the mirage's many seats, "I was watching one of those year in review videos this morning. And I forgot so much shit that happened. Like the submarine, and the spy balloon, and that apocalyptic haze that swallowed New York City because of the wildfires." She shook her head. Nothing this year had gone to plan. "You ever just think it'd be nice to have a boring year? Something like . . .," her eyes scrunched for a second, "a mojito. Sweet, refreshing, and forgettable."

[autumn-leaves-winter-breeze]

Source

[buckybarnesevents]

This is a short, semi-anonymous prompt challenge hosted on AO3 to help bring in the new year! Rules below!

Schedule:

November 3, 2023 – Collection is open for prompt submissions and claims can happen at any time. This process will be anonymous/ semi-anonymous so you do not know whose prompt it is or who is claiming.

December 15, 2023 – Sign Ups Close. Prompts will no longer be accepted after this date. All existing prompts are still up for grabs/claiming!

December 29, 2023 – Assignments Due (if you have claimed a prompt, this is when they are due)

December 31, 2023 – Works Revealed! 

January 3, 2024 – Creators Revealed 

These dates are set in EST time. 

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Fill out the form accordingly – all required responses are highlighted in red. Some responses are optional, but we encourage you to fill them out to the best of your ability/desire. 

Leaving anything blank without explanation will likely result in your prompt not being claimed as it’s not clear what you are looking for. 

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The minimum requirement for this prompt challenge is either:

500 words

a completed sketch

a playlist of at least 10 songs

a moodboard or gifset of at least 9 images,

fanvid of at least 2 minutes

Other? Please get in touch with us about what the "minimum" might need to be if there is something you are consider that isn’t on this list

Other FAQs/Guides:

Please tag @buckybarnesevents if you are posting on Tumblr for us to reblog it and use the hashtag #BBEnewyears2023. You can also join and post your works to our Discord here.

You can cross-post your work to any other event you’d like if that event allows it.

[savstone-rp]

Where: The Mirage, New Years Eve party Who: Open

"I'm for-fucking-sure not drunk enough yet for this—" she said through a huff, having eagle-eyed the opened bottle of whatever sitting idly by with no one paying attention to that she started to pour, "tell me if you see a ugly Carrot Top-Pete Davidson looking beast, er, no don't tell me; I'm keeping my fists to myself tonight."

[things-ford-pines-missed]

Thing Ford Missed #94: New Years 1999.

he missed the y2k crisis AND the turn of the new millenium. rip him

(our queue got fucked up. this is the best solution. extra ford!!!)

[samacuteshop]

Start Your New Year in Cape Town: Where Nature Meets Festive

Click here to book your trip to Cape Town now!

Cape Town, South Africa, is the perfect blend of breathtaking natural beauty and lively New Year’s celebrations. From scenic landscapes to vibrant festivities, this destination is truly special.

What to Expect in Cape Town for New Year’s

Victoria & Alfred Waterfront Fireworks:

Enjoy a spectacular fireworks display alongside live music, street performers, and food vendors.

- Table Mountain Adventures:

Table Mountain Adventures: Begin your year with a hike or cable car ride to witness stunning views of the city.

Beachfront Parties: Join locals and tourists alik for lively celebrations on Cape Town’s pristine beaches.

Explore Beyond the Celebrations

Visit Cape Point for incredible ocean views.

Embark on a wine-tasting tour in Stellenbosch or Franschhoek.

Experience the penguins at Boulders Beach.

Your Cape Town Journey Awaits!

Don’t miss this opportunity to kick off your New Year with an adventure. Click here to book your trip to Cape Town now!

[minimoll7]

Man, really hoping I can get some good sleep these upcoming nights

I've been struggling a lot with sleep lately and its killing me Dx

[hisivan]

I will always eat ur stuff /pos

you're all so nice to little old me.....

[jorvikzelda]

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO

!! IMPORTANT IF YOU ARE A NERD LIKE ME !!

NOW WE KNOW EXACTLY HOW MUCH XP IN TOTAL YOU CAN HAVE WITHOUT DOING EVENTS OR OTHER TEMPORARY STUFF

Zelda Bowsmith currently has 79335 XP. The following things are still not completed:

The final quest of Farah’s Workshop for 5 XP (=79340)

Soul Riding, for another 700 XP beyond the XP already collected from it (=80040)

today’s short Main Quest for 150 XP (=80190)

The total amount of permanently available XP (XP attainable without participation in events or other temporarily available activities) is thus… (drumroll, please?) …80190.

Go forth! Calculate how much XP you have collected from events! (If you have not done all the quests I cannot help you! The Dino Valley skeletons do not, however, give XP so you can ignore those!)

Also this officially means that you have no excuse to still be level 20! Go do your quests!

[rapha-reads]

I don't think it's going to make it to here so... Go follow @/revolutionary.forces and @/countdown.2.ceasefire / @/countdown2ceasefire on Insta. Then if you're not yet following them, go see @/call2actionnow.

Let's keep acting and protesting.

[hipstercyrus]

[beck-hartman]

Beck Hartman @ New Year’s Eve Party, December 31, 2023

Pinstripe suit, lighter on the accessories with just one ring this time (okay, 2), attending with the stunner that is @shoshanna-hart. Hands are not kept to themselves, embarrassed for them everyone around them come the midnight strike.

( cred for psd coloring )