#but the rest of them couldnt accept it

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodles and stuff. struggled with painting until i gave up

[crustyfloor]

brainvomit I can go on and on about the apparent hints we're getting in merch and subtext that allude to a Till revival but it grates on my nerves that it could easily be disproven in several ways, so I can never be certain, but honestly.. I'm quite confident in a Till revival. And I'm coming to expect it to some degree (In part because it's been months since there's been a proper update on him, otherwise his post-mortem comic would've been uploaded ages ago and that would be that,, but since it's seemingly being held off it leads me to think that it's an intentional decision because there is more content with him and his perspective to come, probably in later episodes)

from a writer's perspective, it feels like the logical next step. On the other hand, he might be really dead. It can happen, hell, it probably will happen because it's already clear that the chances of him living or staying dead are so situational, depending on where this story is going it might be right for him to just stay dead, (and that much in regards to the plot I can't really guess with much confidence either). I'm already so unsure how Vivinos plans to juggle all this worldbuilding and development within one or possibly two new episodes, I trust her ability, and so far she hasn't disappointed me, even when she's left me confused and upset for some time- and Vivinos is always introducing surprise plot twists to the story when I least expect it so now I'm not surprised that Till was shot anymore (aside from the agony and dread of actually seeing it) losing to Luka served it's own purpose, and I wouldn't be surprised if she brought him back

Even if revival is a very bold decision for a character, I wouldn't say it's as completely out of the realm of possibility as some may think, and it wouldn't be "impossible" to do. Alnst still has sci-fi themes. If aliens can exist, then many other things are on the table. That's why I like the robot/alive Sua theories so much. (and even though I wouldn't lean too much on realistic facts that would apply to our world to a fictional setting where plot armor exists, they're also still within the reasonable time frame to resuscitate Till, time isn't moving that slowly between the episodes Blink gone and Wiege so it's not too ridiculous if they're fast enough they can save him)

Sometimes I feel like I'm riding too close to the sun with the absurdity of insisting that Till could revive while his dead body is right there but I don't feel like we would be exploring the full scope of his character if his development ended here, yeah it's already been made somewhat cleared up that he wasn't as indifferent to Ivan's presence as we would have assumed given Ivan's view of him, but that's still pretty up in the air, we have a lot of assumptions about his character and his perspective but ultimately a lot of questions about him are still unanswered and up in the air, and personally, I'd deeply hate leaving this series not knowing as much about him as I could've, sure you could say that's simply his narrative, sure you could say death naturally comes when you least expect it to, that's just the way life is and I would accept that narrative if it came to it and Vivinos executed it in a way that made sense but ehg, it's just cliche to me and I believe there are better ways to handle his character

Whats irks me the most is that if this is where it ends for him, he's dead and there's no elaboration that kind of storytelling would only validate Ivan's narrative, the most we know about Till in regards to his perspective is through Ivan's eyes, to accept that Till's character and his relationship with Ivan is simply built on unrequited feelings and indifference to Ivan is just assuming that what Ivan says is the truth and not his skewed perspective like we know it is. But if there's no way to make that obvious this narrative would only do everything wrong... 1) validate Ivan's perspective 2) It leaves everything about Till's perspective majorly up to interpretation without some solid ground, aside from the fandoms already here and there takes that just wouldn't be good writing (?) there's really a difference in leaving mystery and interpretations to the hand of the viewer and just not answering valid questions, and not leaving any solid content to work with and interpret in the first place, whether this direction is meant to be either or I wouldn't be fully satisfied with it anyway . We see Ivan's impact on Till in Blink gone in the emotional turmoil Till goes through, it shows enough that, as opposed to what Ivan thinks, Till cared about him, but really, what do we know?

That's my biggest gripe; I don't want Till's story to end on such an abrupt and sour note that doesn't truly serve him as a character. I believe this could all be resolved in comics and side content, too. But the reason why I bring this up here is that one of the most reuccuring themes of Alnst is exploring the perspective of the ones who must live on after their loved ones die impactful, painful, unforgettable deaths, it's a present theme to show how the characters (Mizi, Luka) progress after it, it's about showcasing endurance and the human spirit. Characters shouldn't just die for the sake of it, without contributing to this and showing it, and Till hasn't yet shown it (It'd make sense if they wanted to show this in his death too, but I'd question what groundwork we were really meant to be laying here.. and I'd hope it'd done right at least)

In the case that the story shifts in a way that supports this to it's full potential (ie. not killing off everyone and blowing up the stage), reviving Till and allowing him the means to process his thoughts on Ivan and his death and what he did and what that means to him enough to put it into words would be great for his character, it's probably overgenerous for how little time we might have but I'm realllyyyy hanging onto hope here that the story will even shift to open up for this chance in the first place. If Vivinos doesn't plan to do either of these things to further Till's growth as a character visibly, then his death is rendered pointless and dismissive, and I'm not serious about that wording

because his death isn't inherently useless, none of the deaths are, and his death serves a purpose regardless. It's most likely being used to bring about Mizi's new turning point in her character development, yes blink gone is one of the many sequences of events in furthering Mizi's story first and foremost, Till's downfall signifies a new turning point in the story, still it doesn't mean he has to remain in that role to move the story along (unless vivinos would like to express that all hope is lost now and she's going to blow up the remaining characters, given Till was practically standing as a hope that things would change), if Vivinos has any interest in not making him look like a sacrifice and tool as a character for the sake of Mizi's growth after experiencing more loss, and not making his character completely reliant on Ivan's unreliable perspective (Because Cure is mostly Ivan-centric and that's the most we get of their dynamic together), She can bring him back, it can still have emotional relevance without being forced or random. And if done right, it wouldn't even erase the impact his death left on Mizi

(And I do worry about that, because revival in alien stage ideally shouldn't take back any of the tension or attention from the current events because otherwise that would be poor writing too, while I'm writing this I realize this story is really put in a tough spot because everything could go all sorts of bad ways) but it's not like if Till were to come back it'd erase the irreversible mental scar his death reopened within Mizi and be one of the driving forces on her mind come whatever she may do next (But what about the moment of hope in Blink Gone that represented Till's naive feelings for Mizi that overrid all sense of rationality and made him run to grab her hand? reviving him wouldn't rewrite that dread either... if anything, the impact of a near-death experience would also be fascinating to write on a character like himself with all the developments he's had so far)

On another note, I'm sure there are characters that may have better reasons to come back to the story, namely HyunA, but I believe what distinguishes Till from her is the possibility that bringing her back would be redundant, the possibility that it would actually remove the impact she intended her death to have on Luka. Her words would be for nothing if Luka doesn't realize this is for real, and he'll have to live with that truth and these new realizations. Everything contributes to that one message. HyunA serves us the "Live through the pain, forgive yourself, you live on" narrative right there.. So naturally, the best way I can see this being formatted is allowing us to continue to explore the perspective of Post round-1 Mizi, Luka, and Till after losing Sua, HyunA, and Ivan perhaps even going HyunA's route and finding a home within the rebellion to allow them to grow and grieve and introspect... #hopefulstage

HyunA is the catalyst for Luka's development, and it turns around to benefit both of their characters. Ivan is the catalyst for Till's development, and in turn, growth from Till would also contribute to Ivan's character . Allowing Till to live on would be a satisfying way to execute this narrative (But of course, this all goes out the window if like I said before Vivinos plans for this story to take a different direction, all I'm saying is that if the plot allows it I don't want Vivinos to miss the opportunity to expand on Till's character this way, if not in other forms that confirm he's dead). Till is my favorite character, so I'm aware I have bias and I'm indulging my delusions, but the way I see it, there's nobody who can resolve this better than Till can, there's nobody who can elaborate on his and Ivan's story better than he can, because Mizi was their friend, but nowhere near as emotionally close to them as they were to each other, she loves them but she only knows so much about them as people and just "her friends" so it's a tough spot, and Luka doesn't know them at all. Till is resilient, always coming back from the brink, and has always been fighting for agency and freedom. In that way, he parallels HyunA a lot. And I have a soft spot for both of them that wants to see them flourish and grow, and heal. If it's allowed, I want him to have that, I want him to have the space to grow with as much time as we have left, and I want him to have a fair and well-written wrap-up otherwise, I don't know I'll probably change this opinion a little bit later down the line and I still have too many questions on what the helllll is about to go on with this story to write anything sensical but if he's alive awesome if he's dead okay i'd just strongly prefer the former if it suits the overall narrative and I want it to make sense and not feel like he's been written off (and worse, I don't want his character to be perceived as shallow because of wherever vivinos chooses to direct his arc next)

all this to say I really want his perspective or any indication of anything about his current status hepl

[seventh-district]

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[tree-of-olives]

FOR THE LAST TIME. I DONT HAVE A VAMPIRE FAMILY.

(if anyone has seen any more vampire family ads please rb this with them im collecting them now)

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

Remembering the brief period in my life when i was obsessed with ashido, the only filler character with rights bc kubo originally planned to include him in the manga but had to cut him for time

[kisahani]

grieving phainon, the moment he saw his beloved darling went limp in mydei's arms. he ran across the burning battlefield just to hear her gentle voice one last time. he screamed her name in panic, breath rugged and pounding heart from anxiety.

but it was too late.

for she had left him from the fatal wound she got from shielding mydei. mydei held her bloodied corpse shakily, as he had failed to protect someone who was like a sister to him. mydei shook his head when phainon reached them, making phainon dropped his weapon and fell to his knees hard.

phainon's vision turned blurry from the welling tears he tried so hard to hold back, only to stream down his scratched cheeks. he looked over to her. she looked so peaceful, as if she left without any regret. he wanted to believe that she's grateful to love him to the very end of her breath. he wanted to believe that she wasnt mad at him for not being able to prevent her death.

he reached out for her corpse, as mydei slowly lifted her into his embrace. he then left to collect his thoughts and giving phainon some time to bid farewell to her.

phainon couldnt believe she really left. he desperately searched for any signs of life, anything that could mean she's still alive. he didnt want to accept this fate. not when she ended up dying on him.

more tears dropped onto her face, as phainon sobbed away like a child. hand caressing her almost cold cheek, thumb rubbing softly against her cheekbone. he held her close and rested his forehead against hers.

'my sun has left me ....'

in a broken voice he said. he regretted not being honest about his feelings for her. now, she wont reply to him like she used to whenever he teased her under the shady trees at the garden. he will no longer hear her carefree laugh or playful chuckle that he loved so much. no more of her praises that he got his motivation from to move forward everyday.

all that were left were their precious memories together, engraved deep inside his heart, mind and soul. he sobbed again. he wasnt ready to wake up in a world where she no longer exists. he was scared that he might strayed off from his path and forgot her altogether. he grasped her tighter, afraid to let go.

'rest now, my dear. thank you for coming into my life. im grateful to know you in this lifetime. if fate permits it, let's meet again in the next life.'

[mimikyuno]

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE WAS READY TO TELL HER!! SHE WAS FINALLY FEELING ALMOST SAFE ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO COME OUT ON HER OWN TERMS TO THE ONE WHO HAS WAITED BY HER SIDE, PATIENTLY WAITING ALL THIS TIME. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE THINKS IT’S ALL RUINED!!!!! SHE HAD A TASTE OF REAL SISTERHOOD AND FEMALE FRIENDSHIP AND BEING ONE OF THE GIRLS WITHOUT ANY “IF” AND “BUT”. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE IS OUT TO PEOPLE WHO LOVE HER ALREADY. AND SHE IS OUT TO TRANSPHOBIC ASSHOLES. SHE KNOWS THAT HER DEAREST FRIENDS WILL LOVE AND ACCEPT HER AND UNDERSTAND HER BUT SHE CANNOT TAKE THE CREEPING DOUBT THAT THEY’RE JUST BEING KIND OUT OF PITY AND ACTING LIKE NOTHING’S DIFFERENT WHEN TO MIZUKI EVERYTHING’S CHANGED!!! BECAUSE NOW THEY KNOW TOO AND SHE CANNOT TAKE THE THOUGHT OF THEM NOW NOT SEEING HER AS A “REAL GIRL”, AS HER BULLIES PUT IT. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE TORE THE DRESSES AND BROKE HER MIRROR AND BLINDFOLDED HER EYES. SHE IS THAT REPULSIVE!! WHY COULDNT SHE BE BORN A “”REAL”” GIRL!!!! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE WAS SO SCARED OF THEM FINDING OUT, ESPECIALLY ENA, AND NOW ENA FOUND OUT IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!!! YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDDD SHE WAS SCARED OF COMING OUT BUT ALSO IT WAS EATING AWAY AT HER AND MAKING HER DISTANCE HERSELF FROM THE REST OF NIIGO AND IT WAS ONLY THROUGH ENA’S KINDNESS AND INSISTENCE THAT SHE WAS ABLE TO NOT DISTANCE HERSELF COMPLETELY FROM THE OTHERS, BUT THAT ONLY MEANS THAT NOW IT HURTS THAT MUCH MORE TO LOSE THEM!!! AND LOSING THEM NOT EVEN BECAUSE THEY REJECTED HER BUT BECAUSE SHE REJECTED THEM BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN FACE THEM!!! YOU. DONT. UNDERSTAND. SHE IS GONE FROM THE REAL WORLD, SHE IS DEPICTED LIKE SHE IS ABOUT TO BE HANGED, BLINDFOLDED, OFFERING HER NECK, DEFEATED, AS THE LACES SHE SO CHERISHED FORM A LOOP IN THE FOREFRONT OF THE ILLUSTRATION, AS IF THEY ARE HER ROPE. SHE IS DISSOCIATED AND SUICIDAL AND IS ISOLATING HERSELF. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHE WAS ALWAYS SMILING AND PUTTING ON A BRAVE FACE – ALWAYS READING THE ROOM AND HELPING ENA, KANADE, AND MAFUYU WITH THEIR STRUGGLES, BIG AND SMALL, SIMPLY BC THEY WERE HER PRECIOUS FRIENDS!! YOU DONT. UNDERSTAND. SHE WAS ALREADY SUICIDAL IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, WHEN SHE WAS REPRESSING HERSELF AND REJECTING HER TRANSNESS, SHORT HAIR AND MALE UNIFORM. NIIGO WAS THE LIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!! NIIGO WAS HER ANCHOR AND HER SAFE SPACE!! WITH NIIGO SHE COULD JUST BE “AMIA”, A GIRL, AND MAKE MUSIC AND FILL WITH LOVE AND WARMTH THOSE ENDLESS NIGHTS. SHE TRANSITIONED AFTER NIIGO GAVE HER A FEELING OF PURPOSE, “AH, LIFE IS WORTH LIVING AFTER ALL.” AND IT’S ALL GONE NOW. SHE SAW ENA’S SHOCKED FACE WHEN HER CLASSMATES OUTED HER WITH THEIR TRANSPHOBIC JOKES. IT’S ALL GONE. IN AN INSTANT. “DONT LOOK AT ME”. BUT ALSO. “DONT LEAVE ME.” GODDDDDD

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Hi I really love your works :D I was just wondering if you could maybe make a fix where Bakugo and Reader escape from class to go home and watch a movie and things happen with fingers to reader in his lap? Please and thanks pookie (also this is my first time requesting so im sorry if its really vague)

Thank you my love! 😭🥰

Aching love.

‘Lockers. Now.’

Your eyes locked onto the message as you read it under your desk, Katsuki wasnt usually the type to want to skip class, but something about how he was acting today made this surprise request (or rather demand) seem not so out of the question. You were in maths lesson when your phone pinged, meaning he must’ve been in chemistry at this time, a lesson he usually hated but was unusually good at. You looked at the time and noticed that you only had an hour left before the end of the day, so the lingering guilt of missing the rest of the lesson had significantly decreased as you began to pack your bag up.

Slipping out of the lesson wasnt the difficult bit, you knew that any mention of period pain was a quick acceptance and dismissal of your presences in class, but navigating both you and Katsuki through the halls back to your dorm without aizawa or all might finding you was another feat all of its own. Even though you were third years, the anxiety instilled in you from aizawa still made you feel like first years when you sneaked around. Eventually you both managed to escape wandering eyes and found yourself comfortably laid cuddling on your bed as he searched Netflix for a film to watch.

“No we’re not watching some shitty chick flick again, we watched one last night. I want guns and explosions, Yano, cool shit.”

“I didn’t skip class to watch boring boy films kats, I want something at least half decent. What about a comedy? Horror?”

He lowly growled an acceptance at a horror film, finally deciding to put on Scream as it was the only half decent cult classic on the streaming service. You backed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, trailing his fingers along your side as he lazily traced circles up and down your ribs. You shuddered under his touch as a smirk creeped along his face, he loved how easily your body reacted to him, even with something as simple as a graze of his finger.

Something was burning inside of him, a deep and primal urge had been trailing its way through his veins all day, every time he thought about you his heart would race and his trousers would tighten. He hated this feeling as it was fairly unfamiliar to him, but something about picturing you sitting ontop of him, or trailing your fingernails up his back had him ready to pounce ontop of you and ravish you until you forgot any other word other than his name. As he traced his fingers along your side, he started to feel that tightening in his stomach again, you being so close to him and being so reactive to his touch already almost became too much for him to handle. He started to lower his fingers, trailing them over your hips and then to tops of your thighs, dancing them ever so gently towards the inside of them as he moved. You could feel your stomach tighten as every passing of his fingers edged closer and closer to the inside of your thighs, finding your hips almost begging to push up to force his fingers in the place you wanted them to most.

The more he moved his fingers, the deeper your breathing became, the heat rising in your body forced you to ignore the film and focus almost all of your attention on how he moved his fingers effortless across your body. You couldnt help but push back into him slightly, which was more than enough for him to start breathing heavier on your neck. He trailed his lips and teeth dangerously along the side of your neck, teasing at the thought of biting down and marking you, claiming you in the way he knew you loved the most. He slowly started to rub his middle and ring finger inbetween your legs, inches away from your sex as he caressed the inside of where your thigh met your pelvis. He slowly started to move your pants to the side with disgustingly slow, teasing rubs as he moved his fingers along the side of your folds to meet your entrance. He could instantly feel how turned on you were, your sweet slick meeting him just before he managed to reach your entrance. He let out a deep growl in your ear as he felt your warm essence greeting him, clamping his teeth down onto your neck.

The sudden pain from his teeth made your body jerk slightly, forcing his teeth to dig deeper into you as he flicked his tongue along your skin. His pressure made your breath hitch as he continued to tease you with his fingers, dangerously dragging your slick up your entrance so he could use it to gently rub your clit. The intense pleasure seemed to envelop you, your eyes fluttering as he slowly circled his fingers over you, teasing you with light pressure until you gave in and begged for him to enter you. This was his favourite version of you, one that he still hadn’t fully gotten used to yet, being that you were still newly in the grips of a fresh relationship, but one that he knew was going to become even more increasingly pleasurable to watch and take in. You rocked your hips as your body screamed for more pressure, more intensity as he kissed down your neck, reaching his other hand up to squeeze your chest under your shirt.

“P, please kats, please. I need it. I need you. Please baby, pleeease.”

Your begging snapped the restraint in his mind, forcing him to drag his fingers down and slip them inside of you, curling them up towards him so he could reach your tender g spot. The gasp of your breath causing his smirk to break the bite, he lowly laughed and he started licking up the side of your neck and whispering into your ear.

“Want me to move? Want more of me Dya baby? Say it. Tell me what you want me to do. I won’t move until you tell me to baby. Use those pretty words for me.”

“More kats, please, fuck me with your hands please. I need it so fucking badly.”

“Thats it baby, you want me to make you feel good? Been thinking about this tight pussy all day, been driving me fucking insane.”

As he spoke, he started to rock his fingers back and forth inside of you, teasing the pressure on your gspot as he increased it. He moved his hand from your chest to your hair, pulling it slightly so he could take more of the view in of you collapsing under his touch. He watched as you rocked your hips to greet his hand, the way your mouth gaped open almost moaning his name already as he claimed you. The faster he moved his fingers, the harder his cock got, watching as you unraveled infront of him. He then let go of your hair and grabbed your hand, forcing it to rub his cock as he helped guide you towards your first orgasm of the night.

The moment you tightened your grip around his wrist as he thrusted into you, he bite down harder on your neck and pushed his cock deeper into your hand.

“Thats it pretty girl, cum for me. Cum all over my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me why I should let you have your first taste of how big my cock is. If you can barely handle my fingers how’re you going to handle this?!”

His voice was low, husky and animalistic, you knew that if even his hands could make you feel this good, that his cock was going to absolutely destroy you in no time. Losing your virginity to anyone was scary enough, but losing it to someone who’s cock was so big you couldnt even close your fingers around it properly as you stroked him, was going to be a completely different story all together.

They say go hard or go home, but what happens when it’s both?

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

This is less i didnt do anything but more that the response by the teachers was absolutely not proportionate to the crime (and was part of a larger pattern they had of targeting neurodivergent kids)

In 5th grade science we had a unit where we made paper airplanes in science class to test how far different shaped paper airplanes flew

We were told not to make paper airplanes outside of science class

But obviously this large group of 10 and 11 year olds were still absolutely making paper airplanes

I especially tend to like doing things with my hands to focus

If you get me doing a thing like folding paper a certain way im gonna start doing that repeatedly

But I was trying hard not to do make paper airplanes outside of science class

And then I saw the kid that sat across from me make one out of a piece of paper he was throwing away and throw it into the trash before our last class. So I went ahead and did the same thing but class started before I could throw it in the trash and decided to just put it in my desk and wait til after school to throw it away. I wasnt touching it or messing with it during class. We were taking notes. I was fully absorbed in taking notes cuz I enjoyed taking notes. My teacher happened to see the paper airplane in my desk and IMMEDIATELY stopped the lesson and grabbed the airplane out of my desk, held it in my face and was like "WHAT is this??????''

The way my elementary school was set up was each grade had 3 classrooms. The classrooms were open to each other and had a common area connecting them

She took me out into the common area and sat me at a table and just started interrogating me about the paper airplane. Not calmly either. Full on screaming at me. The science teacher came over and joined in. I was having a full blown meltdown and couldn't speak at all at that point. All 60 kids in my grade were just sitting there having to watch all this. This went on for at least 10 minutes but it felt like hours. I dont even remember any of what they were saying to me. Just that it was loud.

Anyway that wasnt even the punishment lol. The punishment was i had to walk laps around the playground at recess for a week. Which I pretty much did every day anyway. My friends walked with me.

Everyone give me the most screwed up thing that has ever happened to you in the american public school system

[ohmy-gojo]

golden retriever!bf x black cat!gf with gojo and reader (no curse au)

O1. hes all about parties and youre all about poems

you are not a unsocial person(well maybe a bit shy), you just choose to stay in your own bubble, in your own world. daydreaming about god knows what. one moment you are thinking about your favorite band, next you are plotting about saving bees. you can also be found doodling or reading about your favorite characters during lunch when everyone hangs out with their friends. and you were not sad about it, in fact its the opposite, you genuinely enjoy being alone and spending time with yourself

but your friends (2 friends just fyi) certainly didnt think so. wanting you to 'socialize and let loose'.

thats why you are now in the frat house of gojo satoru.

you have heard about him from your dear friend shoko. that hes studying about marine and is ridiculously tall. another friend she has is called geto suguru, pharmacy student with long hair, also ridiculously tall. when you reached it didnt take much to spot them. both distinctly handsome and crowded by people around them. especially gojo satoru, he looked like he was enjoying all the attention he was receiving (couldnt be you) he then spotted you both

"hey look its sho-!! wait who is there with her??!!"

he came near you so fast as if he teleported, eyes innocently wide "shoko whos this??" he pointed to you just in case as if it was not obvious he was talking about you

shoko rolled her eyes at him, "my friend, dont bother her too much." she didnt elaborate much bc she wanted you to speak yourself

"shokos friend," he blinked. "youre so cute. like a kitty." he poked your cheek

"!!!"

"AHAHA!" he laughed and poked again, looking like he was having the time of his life. "whats your name, shokos friend?"

"y/n.." you said, voice a little muffled because of the poking finger in your cheek

"D'AWW YOURE ADORABLE! hey hey are you a junior?? never seen you before. do you study marine too?? i study marine!! why you ask?? cz i like fishes." he smiled proudly

"no i study.. (subject).."

he squealed. "oh shes so so cute shoko!! can i keep her??"

"what," she deadpanned. "weirdo."

"im definitely keeping her!! we are best friends from now on! right?? oh oh whats your favorite color y/n?? mine is royal blue and i guess sky blues nice too but not more than cobalt blue-" he kept blabbering on and on. you sent a pleading look to shoko only for her to raise her hands in surrender and literally leave

you just sighed and accepted your fate. at least he was cute—who were you kidding he was hella cute. maybe you didnt mind that much..

rest of the party was spent with him babbling animatedly to you and fawning over you every time you said a word

you went home with a new contact on your phone saved as "toru/best friend!!😸💙" who said you were unsocial again?

note: its gonna have parts i promise i will write and not abandon (looks at the geto series i tried to start but failed) 🫶

[gremlin-girly]

Warmest Welcome

Pairing: Biker Bucky x f!Cafe Owner Reader

Warnings/tags: mild threat, intimidation, petnames (doll) meet ugly

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Chapter Summary: The final touches of your café are being put together and on the day of your grand opening, you meet the leader of the White Wolves.

Word count: 2.4k

Dividers by: @/bernardsbendystraws | Banner by me, made in canva, images from canva and Pinterest (credit to the original creators)

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The sun was setting over Briarridge Town as you sped past the welcome sign. The houses on the outskirts gave way to sun-bleached suburbs with lush green trees

This was your fourth, and final, trip back; the last of your belongings packed tightly into your car. Years of saving, grinding and working hard had paid off and you were finally able to live your dream of opening a café.

Despite your family's protests and worries about you moving away from them, you felt amazing. Setting out on your own, building your own path, your own business.

Doing something you loved.

The building had been dirt cheap, a fixer-upper for sure, but nothing a lick of paint and deep clean couldn't fix. You’d been lucky finding a place to set up a small café at such a cheap price. The townsfolk seemed nice enough if not a little withdrawn but you hoped they’d warm up to you soon enough once the café was up and running good and proper.

You unloaded the last of your boxes from your car with a spring in your step into your new home-cum-café. The apartment above the café was yet another fixer-upper but, like your café, it was yours.

The apartment was relatively large; two bedrooms, a bathroom and a large living room with a kitchen just behind it. Another steal, had it not been for the fact that there was a hole in the centre of the floor, the water wasn't working and other components were in various states of disrepair.

Again, nothing a lick of paint couldnt fix. And Google.

Maybe a plumber.

Your bed wouldn't be arriving until the following day so a blow-up bed you'd set up with a duvet and pillow on your first visit would have to be your place of sleep for the night. Dumping your last box you collapsed against the musty smelling makeshift bed. Despite your circumstances, excitement still filled your chest and you squealed with joy into your pillow.

Tomorrow would be a fresh start to your new life in Briarridge.

The first thing on your agenda the next morning was coffee.

You leaned onto the kitchen counter etching down the things you needed to buy with the rest of your savings. Bed was bought. Café equipment already fitted. Chairs, tables coffee machine ordered. The sign out for delivery.

You needed a lot of paint, coffee and all of the ingredients to ready yourself for opening. You hum thoughtfully to yourself. You'd also need to think about decorating the apartment, not just the café.

Maybe put a rug over that hole.

You're at the department store the moment it opens buying a trolley full of paint, tools, fake plants and a few other odds and ends. The other odds and ends being milk and snacks for sustenance as you get to work on making your café look appealing and your apartment a home.

The first room you tackle is your bedroom. It's the bigger of the two bedrooms and painting the room a delicate lilac, the room already looked brighter. After a short break and accepting the the delivery of your bed, you start on the café downstairs.

There's a brief moment when you're on your hands and knees, scrubbing the life out of the wood-effect linoleum if it was worth it. However, at the final wash and the gleam in the warm lighting, you knew it had been. Why pay when you could do it yourself?

An excellent work ethic is something you had always had and to achieve your dream you knew it would be the longest and hardest battle you would have to fight.

But dammit, it was worth it!

Sighing, rolling your aching muscles, you make your way up to your apartment after locking up; desperate for a hot shower. Crawling back under the covers of your air mattress you fell into a deep slumber, ready to wake up and do it all again the next day.

After a week of gruelling work, of painting, of baking, of preparing, decorating and hiding the hole in your apartment; you were ready.

The unveiling of your dream come true was nothing short of surreal; the curved black signage of Whisk & Whimsy glistened in the dewy spring air and the swell of pride in your chest.

Even though you'd told yourself not to expect throngs of people bursting down the doors, it was still disheartening when you waited for hours getting excited when anyone walked by, for no one to even stick their head in to take a peek.

Maybe you'd expected too much. Being a new business and a stranger in a new town but it was too quiet for a Wednesday at lunch hour.

You'd triple checked the best before dates, checked the food signs for the pastries and cakes, and had wiped every surface at least two dozen times since opening in the morning. Everything had to be pristine for your grand opening. Even if no one showed up.

You plucked a cupcake from behind the display case and munched irritably as you attempted to enjoy a fresh cup of coffee. The café was crickets and it irked you to think you'd done all this work, spent all this money, to fail before you even began.

"I should drag them in here and make 'em try a cupcake." You grumble to yourself, watching a few locals walk past your window without so much as a glance in your direction.

When the bell rings above the door, you're in the middle of counting the croissants in the display case and almost knock yourself out jumping up so quickly.

And oh boy, you weren't prepared for what greeted you.

A long-haired brunet man, easily about six foot four, as wide as he is tall with muscular arms that flex under his Henley. His face isn't tan but beautifully and perfectly sun-kissed, accentuating the pink of pouting lips under the five o'clock shadow and sweet-pea blue eyes.

Your eyes flicker to his torso noting how his red Henley is streaked with black smudges and flecks of paint. But where the collar lies against his collarbone, opened enough to give a teasing peak of a tattoo that's hidden beneath.

Why didn't anyone about the gorgeous men in this town? Maybe this was why your family was worried.

When your eyes look back to his face again as he leans against your countertop, smirking at you, interlacing his fingers with one tan hand that sports some silver rings and one tattooed one. He knew he looked good and he knew that you thought so too.

Yeah, your family was definitely worried about men like him.

"Welcome to Whisk and Whimsy," you say warmly, breaking into a delightful customer service smile and trying not to blush under his gaze. "What can I get for you?"

He smiles over at you and you can feel your heart beat a little faster but chide yourself gently. He's a customer. A handsome one, sure, but a customer nonetheless.

"Coffee please doll," He says, voice sweet and smooth like honey. "Black."

You nod and immediately get to work prepping the coffee and ringing it up through the register.

"Staying in or to go?" You ask

"To go, doll. This shouldn't take more than five minutes."

You wonder what he's talking about but put the portafilter into the slot and run the espresso into the take out cup before filling it with boiling water. Securing the lid you place the coffee in front of him and tell him the price, to which he hands you a five dollar bill, far exceeding the price but refuses change.

"You got settled in pretty quick," He comments, sipping the coffee quietly. "Didja work out a deal with the White Wolves before coming into town or what?”

“White Wolves?” You say, purging the portafilter and wiping down the machine. You shoot the guy a confused frown. “Is that the sports team here?”

He snorts. “You can’t be serious. No one’s told ya?”

You shake your head moving to the bar, resting your forearms on the counter opposite him. "I moved here a little over a week ago - I don't really know anyone yet."

"Really?" He grins at you before offering his large right, non-tattooed hand to you. "Well, I'm Bucky."

You tell him your name and shake his hand, trying not to wince as the rings dig into your skin slightly. He releases your hand, taking another glug of coffee and eyeing you curiously.

"So," you start. "The White Wolves?"

"Right. White Wolves." He grins, but now a feeling of unease creeps along your skin. "The White Wolves are a biker gang that run the town. No one comes or goes without them knowing and all the businesses pay.... well, insurance, shall we say."

"You can’t be serious." You snort. You would not paying insurance. All of your hard work, your earnings, your savings, your dreams... Shattered in less than a week? Absolutely not.

"Very serious." Bucky nods somberly before his eyes meet yours and they're not gleaming with anything other than frost. "And I'm their leader."

"Leader?" You scoff with a smile. "Fuck off."

Bucky raises an eyebrow and his lips quirk at the corners, clearly amused by your disbelief. Bike gangs? Seriously? He came all the way here to feel you out, see what you know and bully you into giving him money? Utterly laughable.

"Wish I was lyin' doll but I make a point of seeing every business for the first visit. It's a shame nobody warned ya." He sighs theatrically but smirks over at you. "I'm gonna give you some leeway for that, and because you made such a delectable cup of coffee, but by the end of the month I expect payment."

If you had no sense of decorum, and if you hadn't just washed the counter three times, you'd probably spit at him. You grind your teeth, fire in your eyes as you consider your options. But then the fire fizzles and dies as you sigh.

Bucky grins triumphantly at the sight, which should anger you more. It only serves to fuel your answer. Your shoulders relax. You sigh. Your eyes meet his.

"No." You say simply.

"I wasn't askin' doll." Bucky says, sipping at his coffee, eyes narrowing in confusion. "You're going to pay up."

"No." You say again and, to make it a point, you turn away from him. You can see a warped version of his face in the shiny surface of the coffee machine, his smile replaced by a gape of sheer disbelief. You wipe down the back counter acting like he's not even there. Meanwhile, your mind churns. Why did you say that? What have you done? You'd not even been here two weeks and of he wasn't lying, you'd just royally pissed off a bike gang leader.

Bucky chuckles. "No? You think you can just tell me no?"

"Yeah." You say throwing your rag down and turning to him, hands on hips. "Bet you don't hear it often."

Bucky blinks and looks genuinely shocked that you're not backing down and refusing his not-so-subtle act of intimidation. "I - no. I don't actually."

He considers you for a moment, eyeing your defiant stance in your black apron. "You're either stupid or brave, doll but I'm sure you'll come around."

Bucky straightens, cracking his neck with a sigh before heading to the door. "Cute place ya got here doll. Be a shame if something happened to it." He says before walking through the door with an eerie jingle of the bell.

Nausea swirls in your stomach with anger, watching him leave. You never liked bullies. Even if they were gorgeous, Henley wearing biker leaders.

You'd be dammed if you paid that arrogant biker a dime of your hard earned cash. You needed to come up with a plan, one you could execute while keeping your business afloat.

Two bikers sat outside Whisk & Whimsy the following morning. You'd given them a cursory glance as you opened the shop, and they nodded at you, but made no moves to get up and follow you inside.

Both hulking masses of men, easily over six foot. One was blond and pale skinned, looking like a porcelain doll come to life with pink lips curved into a slightly cheeky smile as he talked with his friend. His friend was slightly shorter than him but no less imposing, with dark skin and a beautifully radiant grin that would give Bucky a run for his money.

"They look like models not bikers." You huff to yourself, peeking through the blinds before sighing and rolling them up. You'd done all the prep the night before but the biker's just sat on their bikes, watching the café.

They didn't come in but you watched as every potential customer crossed the street to avoid them. Intimidation tactics 101.

By mid-afternoon, you'd had enough. Lunch rush was fast approaching and you needed the business. Stuffing two large coffees into a cardboard holder, you grabbed a to-go back and filled it with creamer, sugars and stirrers before wrapping two grilled cheeses and two sweet pastries. The small feast would be a minor set back in the grand scheme of things and you waited until the thrum of lunch rush began to step out into the street and approach the two men with your head held high.

You approached the one closest to you, full beaming smile as you handed him the bag and drinks. In front of at least a dozen civilians.

"Sorry it took so long!" You say brightly and both men look baffled. "If you need any napkins they're just inside the door."

You turn on your heel and bounce back inside, leaving the two men to look between themselves in confusion. You smirk to yourself as you watch a small group of the civilians talk amongst themselves for a moment before crossing the street and stepping over the threshold to Whisk & Whimsy.

You grin and welcome them; taking sick satisfaction in the bewildered annoyance written on the faces of the men outside realising they'd been had. If everyone else thought you and Bucky were square, you'd get customers and profit, whether his lackeys were outside or not.

You - one.

White Wolves - Nil.

Chapter One - End

A/N: So.... Welcome to Whisk & Whimsy!!

I love a good biker Bucky x sweet reader but you know what I love more? A reader whose a menace. I don't usually like letting Bucky keep his left arm.... but he kinda needs both for the bike and also.... TATTOOS. 😫😫 this is a set up chapter clearly giving a little intro to our reader and how much of a pain in Bucky's side she'll be :)

I was actually working on some Bucky Bingos today and trying to get more of my 20qs submissions done but I got possesed to get this out lol

Thoughts, comments, reblogs are all welcome!!

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[tojisun]

ugh könig and his size kink is everything to me, and just the way you know he'd be obsessed with seeing your stomach bulge when he's fully sheathed in you... holy shit dude

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RAHHHHHH omg this was so good, i couldnt help myself :(

konig x fem reader // smut - minors dni; size difference & belly bulge // root post

konig almost laughs at the beauty of it, the hunger pawing at the back of his mind now churning into something harsher. something more ravenous.

and who can blame him? he knows no one will, especially not if they see the image you paint – not like he’ll even let them. he’ll claw out their eyes before one stray gaze can even catch a glimpse of you as you are now – teary eyes blinking blearily, too blissed out to actually be able to see, your mouth agape as you wheeze out short gasps of air, and your pretty cheeks now tinged with your messy mascara.

he doesn’t pretend that his mind isn’t overtaken by his immense desire as he maps his hands along your body, rubbing soothing circles on your skin until both of his hands rest on your waist, thumbs crowning the tautness of your stomach.

“schieße, liebling,” konig murmurs, sounding so enamoured. he is unable to tear his eyes away from the bulge that formed on your belly, the skin stretched to accommodate the size of his cock.

“look how deep i am.” he pulls out as he says this, groaning when the bulge disappears as he draws his cock out, before thrusting back in, the bump on your stomach forming again with his pelvis snug against yours.

you scream, drawn out and hoarse, your back arching off the bed in pleasure.

“koni-!” you moan, eyes blacking out when konig grunts out in pleasure, still fucking you with a broken staccato.

you begin to sob at the realization that he’s not paying attention to you – that his powerful thrusts and teasing humping is all to see your stomach bulge. to see how well your body accepts him.

“konig, please,” you whimper, sniffling. his breath gets stuck in his lungs when he sees your pretty eyes blinking up at him, your kiss-swollen lips jutted out in an adorable pout.

“shh,” he murmurs. “none of that, mein engel. i’m just appreciating the work of art that your body is.” one of his hands leaves your waist, drawing gentle caresses all over your skin until he rests his warm palm on top of the bump in your stomach. “and what a blessing you are to me, liebling. how beautiful.”

[mythicmanuscripts]

What do we think about the boys with a Stark Spouse who brings a lot of blankets and furs from home to add to the bed? Especially with Aemond slowly growing closer they first seek out their blankets for comfort meanwhile Aegon and Jayce are just face planting into them after a hard day.

Love your writing btw!

This idea is so fucking cute I adore this.

I've kept this answer SFW but we can absolutely continue this concept into NSFW themes so if anyone would like to read that or has their own thoughts on it, let me know!

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AEGON:

So my immediate thought here was that you'd bring one of your blankets to your new shared quarters with Aegon. Even though you weren't actually staying there with him every night yet, you just wanted one of your comfort blankets there. Aegon immediately zeros in on it when he first enters the room and that's when your realise that he might have a thing for soft textures.

As you get closer, you have a servant put one of the blankets on the bed in his private quarters for him. When he spots it he literally just stands in his room crying for a little while until he composes himself enough to go looking for you and thank you.

Once you get closer, Aegon absolutely loves stealing all the blankets and nuzzling against them. You keep on adding more blankets thinking he can't possibly steal all of them and you keep on being proved wrong. Of course he can steal all of them.

And when Aegon discovers the absolutely incredible sensory experience of cuddling you naked with one of the blankets wrapped around you both? Well good luck because he's just found his sleeping position for the rest of his life.

JACE:

I don't know why, but I like the idea that Jace gets very cold very easily? Especially before falling asleep. And he's also very particular about fabrics and how they feel against his skin.

You learn both of these things before you marry him during the countless hours you spend chatting and getting to know one another, and so at some point during that time you gift Jace one of your favourite blankets. At first he tries to say he couldnt possibly accept this from you but then you promise him that he can put pack on your joint bed after the wedding and well... he blushes so hard he has to hide behind the blanket.

So anyway, yeah he loves them too. I also think he'd put blankets all around your chambers? There's always a blanket on your favourite reading chair or at your dressing table, just in case.

Also, because Jace is a gentleman at heart, he always ensures you're nice and warm before bed. Even if you've just wrecked him, he'll still double check you arent cold and that there isnt any part of you the blanket isnt covering. He takes is very personally if you get cold, absolutely not he must ensure you are always comfy.

AEMOND:

Aemond wouldnt even know about your blankets at first because he most certainly wouldnt even consider entering your private quarters for the longest time. Even when you get married, he's still very strict about only ever going to your shared quarters and having a servant summon you there.

As you get closer though, I think maybe he'd find himself outside your room? He didnt mean to, but he was so frustrated, (Sidenote: I think one of the first things Aemond realises when he meets you is that you just... get him? You never ever make him feel frustrated, you always understand him, he never has to explain himself to you or worry about you being confused when he tells you things). So one day when he really was considering just pushing Aegon off a balcony, he finds himself outside your quarters, like his subconscious knew he would only be able to relax in your presence.

You're surprised to see him, but you let him in of course. You pull him onto your bed, letting him cuddle up to you and discuss what's gotten him so worked up. Once he's sitting on the bed, he kinda just strokes the blankets in awe? He's never felt something so soft before, and when you notice his reaction you immensely grab another blanket and wrap it around him. He pulls it tighter over his shoulders and leans against you.

After that, Aemond comes over to your quarters every single night before bed. He'd lay in bed with you and discuss his day, hearing your advice and listening to you telling him about your day. Even when things get sexual, he still comes to your private quarters first and then goes with you to your shared chambers. You try to say he must just summon you to the shared chambers because then it would be much easier but he refuses.

The way I picture it is that Aemond's actual quarters and your assigned shared quarters would be near Aegon and Alicent's quarters? All the most important people are close together and very well guarded. Before your marriage to Aemond you stayed in one of the guest rooms that were on the other side of the keep. Aemond absolutely loves this, loves that he can come to you and be comfortable and he feels so much safer because his family is physically further away.

(One last sidenote: maybe you track down a floor or tower that hasn't been used for years in the keep and you get the servants to help you make it into a living space for you and Aemond? It's far far away from everyone else and the only people with keys are you and him)

[cal-coathanger]

could you do the fluffiest tooth rotting fluff with george and reader ?? it can be about honestly ANYTHING i just crave fluff

Absolutely!!

Boyfriend!george x sick!reader

Your sweet weasley boyfriend takes care of you while you're sick🫶

(This was totally inspired bc I've been in bed sick all day, so I'm sorry if it sucks😓)

Youre stuck in bed, sick as a dog with an awful cold. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, your throat hurts, you have a god awful fever, your body aches, and you cannot stop coughing, and the worst part is that your boyfriend is going to be stuck in class all day. George weasley just might be the sweetest boy you had ever met, and youd been dating him for the past year and a half. All you could possibly want right now is him.

Suddenly you hear a light knock on your door, and george slips in holding a bag. He smiles at you brightly as he makes his way to your bedside.

“I heard you were sick sweetheart, i brought you some things”

You glance at the time, “george! Its halfway through your first class! What are you doing here?” you rasp out.

He chuckles as he sits on your bed, “i didnt go, i went out to hogsmeade to pick up supplies instead. Class doesnt matter half as much to me as my sweet sick baby”

You scoff softly and roll your eyes, although you were secretly pleased.

“Dont give me that look! You know you missed me” he murmurs as he leans in to press multiple soft kisses to your forehead. You couldnt help the smile that spread across your face. He pulls away and ruffles your hair before opening the bag and pulling out various items, a box of your favorite tea, 3 small potion vials, a bottle of pain reliever, a small box of chocolate, cough drops, tissues, and a packaged bowl of soup. First he picks up the vials, “these wont taste great, but they should help with your just about everything, i just brought muggle cough drops and pain reliever for backup” he says softly. One by one, he uncorks the vials and hands them to you, laughing as you shudder at the taste but rubbing your back for support. Once you were done with each, you could feel your aches and pains melting away. He throws away the vials in your bedside trashcan and turns back to you. “Are you hungry?”

You shake your head, you havent gotten your appetite back yet, so he places the chocolate and soup back in the bag, he takes the rest of his supplies and places them on the nightstand.

“What about your classes george?” you ask, his smile widens

“Im not going to any of them, im staying here with you the whole day” he responds, sounding insistent.

“Youll get sick if you stay in here with me!” you argue, not wanting to get your beautiful boy sick. You had only seen him sick once and he dramatically acted as if he was dying.

“Who cares? We’ll be sick together then” he reassures you. And that was good enough for you.

You reach out your arms to him, and he smiles warmly as he gets under the covers with you and scoops you up in his arms. He wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back gently.

“Get some rest love, im not going anywhere” he whispers softly, placing more kisses against your forehead. Eventually you succumb to your tiredness, falling into a deep sleep within his arms. When you wake back up coughing, hes snoring next to you. Only a few hours had passed, and your body had started to ache again. But that didnt matter to you yet, you were still caught up in a rough coughing attack. George wakes up after a moment, sitting up next to you and rubbing your back as he helped you up into a sitting position. “Shh, shhh its okay” he whispers in a groggy voice. He quickly reaches to the nightstand to grab your water bottle, holding it up to your face for you take drink. You happily accept his offer and take a few sips. Once you had calmed down, he pulls you into his lap facing him, allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck as he rocked you back and forth, gently running his fingers through your hair. You wanted to stay like this forever, the feeling of him kissing your cheek and doing everything in his power to comfort you felt amazing. He truly cared for you so much, he treated you so delicately with such intense love. “Gimme a kiss” he murmurs.

“Youll get sick!” You protest, but you still pull away to face him. He smirks and leans in the press kisses all over your face, finally landing on your lips, delivering a long sweet kiss as you giggle. Over the next few hours he made sure you had everything you needed, and when classes finally ended for the day, he stayed despite hermione and ginny returning to the dorm to drop off their schoolbags. You were starting to feel a bit better now, and restless. So he helped you up and brought you out the common room along with ginny and hermione so you could socialize a bit. He kept you on his lap the entire time, leaning his head on you shoulder with his arms around your waist, handing you new cough drops from his pocket everytime the one you had completely dissolved. Eventually you unintentionally fell asleep against him, and he carried you back to your dorm and placed you in bed. He made sure to get permission from hermione and ginny to stay the night with you, and thats just what he did. The next day, you felt moderately better, but he kept you in bed anyways, just in case.

And just like you'd warned him, a few days later he got sick. And he totally acted like a drama queen about it. But at least you could return the favor, taking care of him.

[kaivenom]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do the One Piece Guys x Reader where, since it is the Fall/Halloween season, there are short stories of romantic scenarios of them and the reader doing Fall/Halloween things?

One Piece men small romantic Halloween season scenarios

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Killer

A/N: This time Halloween caught me surprised and i wasnt planing on doing anything (cause i didnt have time to prepare it) but since two people asked for Halloween themed specials, i post this today 31th and the other one tomorrow 1st. Enjoy this fast done Halloween especial.

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Luffy

You came back to the ship and suddently all the floor was full of candy wrappers.

"Luffy, what did you do?" you yelled angryly to see your boyfriend on the floor with mouth full of chocolate like a small monster.

"Nothing."

"You fool, i see the evidence all over your face. Why? We were supposed to keep the candy for the kids to come here trick or treat." you almost thought you were about to cry due to frustation.

"Im sorry."

"i hope you are, halloween it's over." you said and go to sit on the couch, more sad than angry.

A couple of seconds later you felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and a cheek brushing against yours.

"Please, what can i do to compensate?"

"That is up to you." you were trying to isolate from everything but couldnt keep away the curiosity when he came upstairs.

A couple of minutes later he appeared with improvised costumes, one looked like a witch and another like a ghost.

"We are going trick or treating."

"We are adults."

"I dont care, if we cant take the candy from the houses then we will take it in a more... out of law way."

You couldn't help but laugh due to the silliness of the situation. But you finally accepted and go to town.

Of course, no one of the town gave candy to some adults but there were a marine base so... you stole all the candy they had, and then run all over town with the sacks on your shoulder.

"That was funny."

"It was." you laughed and kissed him, which of course he corresponded.

"Now we have more candy to eat." you pinched his cheek with a devilish smile.

"No, you already ate, now we are going to distribute it with the children." he pouted at this but accepted and you kissed him again, "don't worry, you will have a little trophy tonight."

He smiled and expecting of your night encounter, he didnt separate himself from you the rest of the evening.

Zoro

You both arrived at a town on Halloween exactly and the people there celebrated something were they visited their loved ones graves. All the crew took it as a very weird and macabre thing but Zoro seemed amused so you proposed to take a walk thru the graveyard.

Even in the dark of the night, the oranges of the candles and the flowers make everything so colorful and somehow, recomforting. Zoro took your hand and place it on his biceps, now you both waking like the couples around, connected.

"This is somehow beautiful."

"It is, it makes you value life and honour death, this people are wise and respectul. I like that."

"I percieve it."

He smiled and place a small kiss on your lips, he looked relaxed and gratefull and you loves that.

You discovered a church/temple were the foreigners could put offering to their lost ones. It was a big contrast the tradition for loved ones in the place and the traditions that Zoro had. But still, you tried to accompany him on his offerings and prayers.

"And now what?" you asked on the stairs of the temple while he raised his shoulders in confusion.

"Now you eat, beautiful couple." a men appeared and offered you some food.

You realized that people were sitting on the ground of the graveyard and eating whole meals. So you took a place a little distand (you didnt want to bother anyones graves) and did a little picnic.

"This is a beautiful tradition." you said.

"Almost as beautiful as you." kissed your forehead, "somehow its very spiritual, we can come back the next year."

"I like that." he gave you again more peppering kisses.

Somehow that night made him extra lovely and devoted to you.

Sanji

He had been planing it for weeks, Halloween its a special occasion for doing special themed dishes so... he had enough food to survive 100 years and he planned to do every dish he wanted.

"Sanji, what is this?" you entered the kitchen earlier than he expected.

"Umm, i was planning on doing a special halloween dinner... like a surprise."

"Oohh, i can help?"

He didnt planned on letting you help, you were his godness, you cant make your hands dirty, but seeing you with that ilusion on your eyes, make him weak. Accepted and invite you to start organizicing ingredients.

Really aesthetic everything, he helped you knead things by putting himself behind you and interconecting your hands, small kisses every now and then, you throwing flour at him jockingly.

The night came and the only thing left were some cookies on the hoven so you both started somehow slow dancing on the kitchen.

"I didnt expect that cooking with you would be so nice, i expected you to be like one of those judges of the cuisine shows."

"How can i judge my precious woman."

"With a positive review." you smiled and kissed his cheek while he spinned you around and now your back is on his chest.

"And i am so used to working alone on the kitchen that i didn't expect to have such a good time but as always, doing things with you is the best of the day."

Trafalgar Law

Even thought you didn't expect It, Law Its a fanatic of Halloween... More like a fanatic of Halloween themed movies such as slashers or thrillers, specially psicological ones. So, when you discovered, you had to plan something out for the day.

"Law, handsome, since you like that type of movies so much and we are on spooky season, would you like to bingewatch?"

"And you think you are capable of keeping It straight with the fear?" He said, clearly judging and challenging you.

"I would."

"Then i accept."

Half a movie later you were terrified but you didn't want him to know, and that lasted for like 2 movies. He was really intrigated on the plot to see your little shaking, or thats what you thought.

"Just said that you are scared and we can go seeing the old ones, with the bad cuality effects, It wont be that bad."

You shook you head, you wont admit that you are scared to him. Then, when a movie with jumpscares started, you couldnt keep It straight anymore.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" You yelled while pressing Trafalgar's head against your chest, full of fear. "I am dying of terror since two movies ago, i cant to this anymore."

"Thanks for finally admiting." He said calmly.

"Idiot, i wanted to try to be as strong as you, how can you see this and dont faint."

"Cause i am a surgeon." He simply said and you had to stop shaking him.

"Fair point. I should go to bed."

"In that state? No, you will stay here and we Will put some of that cheesy Halloween Romance movie you like, then if you like i can play a slashers old movie."

You nodded and placed your head on his neck, he laughed a little at your action but you couldn't be more in love with him on that moment, cause you know how much he hates romance movies

That night you were sleeping really close to him, almost suffocating him with your arms. Normally he would yell but today, he just hugged you back really strong and kissed you.

Eustass Kidd

Big dates usually comes with great parties, being Halloween the BEST of the year. Thats why kid thought and since he is the captain, everyone was obliged to go party with him when the crew sailed on the 31st.

The club was noisy and you were dressed Up like a witch while he was like a zombie, well, everyone on the crew dressed as zombies. But he was your dead men.

You danced, laughed, drinked and even singed. Especially when kid decided to go on stage, sing a little and then dedicate you the dong, really embarrasing.

Now you were outside, midnight and taking some fresh air.

"Here she is, my magical girl." Kid apareaded on the street with a cup on his hand and a cheeky smile.

"You are really drunk" you chanted a little.

"Its that the spell you put on me? Because It Is working really well." You laughed.

"You are silly."

"And you are looking gorgeous. I know that all the crew was invited but right now, It IS our special moment just..."

"Just you and your Hot baddass goth wife that you will do everything she says."

"You caught the words out of my mind and yes, i Will do everything you want."

He kissed you, passionaly, on the dark part of the street, for a long time. Long enough that some members of the crew began to start searching for you both.

But kid couldn't care less, when they found you, he kicked them out and a couple of minutes later you entered again on the club.

Dancing more, laughing more, drinking more and kissing more.

Killer

You were gathering some supplies for the ship and suddently Killer stopped in front of a big banner saying "Pumpkin carving contest". He tried to make you think that he didnt care but in reality it was obvious that he wanted to enter the salon and compete. He is good with knifes and you are good helping him so.

"Killer, if you want, we can..."

"We are adults, we are on our twenties, i am a big feared pirate and..." you looked at him, dead seriously, "i would really like it, if you dont mind and if we can still asign."

You smiled and followed him to the inside. You both signed and he was nervous cause he is big and all of that but inside there are people of all kinds.

He got his knifes, the responsables gsve you a pumpkin and you started thinking on the design, to help him go faster.

The clock marked the end of the contest and the judges passed thru the tables. Some people didn't finish the desings but killer and you being the coordinated couple you are... There was no problem.

You dont know if It was due to the terryfing look of the pumpkin of the intimating look of your boyfriend, but when the judges passed by, they started shaking.

"And the winner is Killer and partner."

You both jumped excited to get the prize, a dinner in a restaurant. In fact you dont really care about the dinner, just that Killer left out his bad boy rude men facade to do something funny and childish.

"That was amazing, we can go to the restaurant now if you want" thats what you said while exiting the salon.

"Yeah, we can do that." He lifted you Up on his shoulder and gave you a loveful spank.

[x3nawr1tes]

imagine nishinoya fumbling it with like kiyoko’s equally hot friend who’s a manager in training or whatever

i’d like to imagine he just has zero rizz bcs i think that’s funny hehe

pls and tysm in advance!! ☺️

“Zero rizz💔💔💔”

nishinoya yū x fem reader

-when nishinoya first saw you when you were being introduced to the team, he couldnt believe it. Someone as beautiful as kiyoko-san? There was no way that was possible. But his eyes sure were saying the opposite….

-For a while, he was in denial. Surely… surely you had some sort of flaw? But as the days went on and he watched, he couldnt find a single one

-as for you, you were certainly confused as to why he was so… quiet around you. You made your best effort to be nice. But nothing made sense… did you do something wrong

-nishinoya, being nishinoya, develops feelings for you. All of a sudden, hes volunteering to help you out. He offers to hand our waterbottles and towels. You, of course accept the offer gratefully

-you smile gently, “really? Thanks, nishinoya-kun! That’d be such a great help!”

-you were chatting with kiyoko as nishinoya carried all the energy drinks to the rest of the team, insisting he could ‘do it himself’ and proceeds to TRIP.

-not only that, but all the water got on you. It didnt help it was cold… you’d have to change to your normal uniform now.

-you saw the guilty look on his face as he took in your soaked appearance. “oh my god- are you alright-?!”

-“y-yeah. Im fine” you shrug it off.

-“im so so sorry!” The brown haired boy proceeded to bow to you. “Let me get you a towel-!”

-you stop him from running away. “Nishinoya-kun. Its alright, really. An honest mistake. I have spare clothes in my locker. Ill just change into my uniform- you focus on getting the waterbottles filled back up, kay?“

-“k-kay…” he mumbled as your figure disappeared in the distance. The rest of the team teased him about it later; how he was practically stuttering like a romance manga girl…

-it didnt help that the next few days, whenever he tried to help you, he would do something similar and screw up. Handing out towels? He dropped them on the floor beforehand. Helping you record stats? He couldnt remember any numbers! (Because you were there)

-And its not like he even looked cool during practice anymore! You’d often catch nishinoya distracted, looking in your direction and then making a terrible play. Weird.

-the teasing didnt stop. Unbeknownst to you, the karasuno guys didnt stop teasing him about his crush on you. How ‘pathetic’ he was for tripping in front of you and screwing everything up. Yeah. He decided. This was hell.

-you’ve been co-manager for the team for about two months now and you’ve often noticed how nishinoya acts around you. You assumed he was the type that needed time to adjust to new people, but you’ve been attending practices for two months now!

-one day, when practice ran late, you decide to get to the bottom of it.

-“nishinoya-kun. May i talk to you for a bit? In private please.” you gave that sweet smile, praying he would say sure. And he did.

-you clear your throat before continuing. “I’ve… i’ve noticed how clumsy and nervous you get when im around. Please dont take this weirdly- but am i bothering you?”

-“no-! Of course not-” Nishinoya denies, his cheeks reddening.

-“are you sure? I mean, if im making you uncomfortable- i can back off.” You offer, not wanting to make Nishinoya uncomfortable. Are there other guys on the team that feel like this? Your thoughts spiral, but nishinoya speaks up again.

-“q-quite the opposite actually-“ his face reddens even more and he covers his mouth, “I-i mean- not in that way-“ nishinoya ends up burying his face into his hands to avoid further embarrassment.

-“i-i mean- forget i said anything!” And with that, he rushes off to the other guys.

-youre left standing there, confused. Huh? Did i do something wrong?

-and its not until youre home in the shower that you realize why he might be so nervous. Oh…!

-eh… well… maybe nishinoya’s patheticness is kind of cute…

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a/n: im SO SO SO sorry it takes me so long to do reqs! But anyways, break started so im locking in snd being productive 👅👅👅 for this req, i tried out a bullet point format that i see other writers do. Tbh it makes the whole thing easier to write and i dont stress as much as i do over oneshots😓 anyways ty all for reading!!!