#destination doughnut

[ciircuitdragon]

I love Vash the Stampede. He's a pacifist. He's a hypercompetent gunman. He's a Christ figure. He's a sillie little guy. He wears hipster glasses and a gay earring. He's perpetually in mourning. He's a manmade horror beyond human comprehension, somewhere between a nuclear reactor and a biblically accurate angel. He's pathetic. He likes doughnuts. If you squint at the lore, he's transgender. There's a cute cat that follows him around. He falls in love with a man. The tall-tale-sounding legends about him are true, and he's miserable about it. No, I meant it about that manmade horror thing, he can vaporize cities like it's nothing. There's a scene where he obliviously dances his way into a hostage situation. He wears a trench coat in the desert heat. He has an evil twin. He's emotionally perceptive but horrible at communicating. If conflict is a trolley problem, he solves it by chucking himself onto the tracks, and he's riddled with scars from it. He's a century and a half old and is destined to watch those he loves wither and die around him or fall to darkness. He loves everyone anyway, fiercely, recklessly, though usually from arm's length. When he does truly let someone in, love changes him in ways that will haunt me for years. He's painfully human

[blackgirlsrxck]

Krispy Kreme

Paddock x Driver!reader

Summary: Y/n wants Krispy Kreme

Note: This is just something funny that I wrote to try to help with my writer's block as well as cope with the fact that I actually can't have Krispy Kreme because I'm on a liquid diet :(

The prestigious F1 Conference had gathered the world's top drivers, including the talented female driver, Y/n, who had been making waves in the racing world. The conference panel discussion was underway, and Y/n found herself seated among her fellow drivers, ready to share her insights and experiences. As the panel discussion progressed, Y/n's passion for racing shone through her words. She spoke eloquently about the challenges she had faced as a female driver and the triumphs that came with perseverance and determination. The audience hung onto her every word, captivated by her presence and undeniable talent.

As the panel discussion moved to a Q&A session, one audience member asked a lighthearted question, attempting to break the intensity of the conversation. "Y/n, if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?" Y/n paused for a moment, her mind drifting away from the intense world of racing. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she answered, "Honestly, all I want right now is a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. But unfortunately, they don't have a store here in Monaco."

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd, appreciating Y/n's unexpected response. But beneath her playful demeanor, Y/n couldn't deny the slight tinge of sadness and stress that came with her Krispy Kreme craving. As the conference concluded, Y/n made her way backstage, feeling a mix of exhilaration from the successful panel discussion and the lingering disappointment of not being able to satisfy her Krispy Kreme craving. Little did she know that her fellow drivers had overheard her remarks and were planning a surprise intervention.

Lewis Hamilton, the legendary driver and fellow panelist, approached Y/n with a mischievous grin. "Y/n, I heard about your Krispy Kreme craving, and I think I may have a solution for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Curiosity and anticipation filled Y/n's heart as Lewis led her to a waiting car. They embarked on a secret mission, racing through the streets of Monaco. Y/n couldn't help but wonder what surprise awaited her.

As they arrived at their destination, Y/n's eyes widened in astonishment. There, in the heart of Monaco, stood a pop-up Krispy Kreme doughnut shop, specially arranged for her. The familiar scent of freshly baked doughnuts wafted through the air, and Y/n's heart filled with joy. Surrounded by her fellow drivers and the conference attendees, Y/n indulged in the delicious treats she had longed for. Laughter filled the air as they shared stories and bonded over their love for racing and, of course, Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

In that moment, Y/n realized the power of friendship and camaraderie within the racing community. It was not just about the competition on the track, but the support and shared experiences that made the journey all the more meaningful. From that day forward, Y/n's Krispy Kreme craving became a running joke among the drivers. In every race and event, they would playfully tease her about it, reminding her of that unforgettable day in Monaco.

But beyond the laughter and lightheartedness, Y/n carried with her a deeper appreciation for the small joys in life. And whenever she crossed the finish line, the taste of victory would be even sweeter, knowing that she had the unwavering support of her fellow drivers and a delightful memory

[ericshoney]

Mini Matt and Nick day~ Nick Sturniolo

Today, you had planned to hang out with just Nick. Luckily, you were able to drive too, so Matt left you the keys. You were chilling on the sofa, waiting for Nick to come down, when you heard him shout.

"Mini Matt!" He exclaimed from his room.

You sighed and went upstairs to see what was going on, only to see Nick with his clothes thrown everywhere and still in his pyjamas.

"What?" You asked.

"Pick me an outfit." He said, waving at his clothes.

"Why can't you?" You asked, walking over to his bed.

"I don't know what to wear. Just pick!" He whined.

You sighed again and picked out a basic outfit of some shorts and a t-shirt since it was hot out. You also picked out some shoes for him before he smiled and thank you, letting you return downstairs to the sofa.

Once Nick had finally got ready, you both headed to the car. You both got in as you began driving, already planning on heading to Dunkin Doughnuts.

"Ah it's so nice up front!" Nick squealed, happy about riding in the front.

"Maybe tell Chris to swap sometimes." You suggested, looking over at him as you reach a red light.

"Fuck no! He'll probably cry." He said with a scoff.

You laughed softly as the light turned green, but the car in front of you didn't move.

"Fucking move idiot!" You shouted.

"Kid, calm down." Nick said with a laugh.

"You fucking drive then, oh wait, you can't!" You responded, just as the car finally moved, letting you continue driving to your destination.

"Rude." He mumbled.

"You and Chris should really learn to drive." You mentioned.

"Maybe one day~" He sang.

You shook your head as you arrived at the drive-thru. Nick leaned over you carefully and ordered for both of you, making you feel better about not talking to a stranger.

"I'm paying." Nick said as you pulled up to the window.

"You don't have to." You said, but he had already pulled out his car.

"Don't fight me, sweetheart." He said, waving a finger in your face.

You giggled as he paid, thanking the worker as you pulled off getting your food and drinks.

"Let's go to Target." Nick suggested.

"Okay." You agreed, sipping your ice coffee.

You then drove to Target. Before heading in, you and Nick both ate what you ordered and watched people drive around the car park. When you finished, you were about to get out the car, but Nick stopped you.

"Selfie!" He exclaimed.

You laughed but took a few photos with him before getting out of the car. Nick posted them on his Instagram, as you started to look around.

"Ohh what about this!" Nick cheered, showing you a large canvas photo of some bears.

"Where would we put it?" You asked.

"Honestly, no idea, but it's cool." He answered.

You shook your head once again, walking away from the male, heading to look for some sweets.

After twenty minutes of browsing and picking a few things you both wanted, you and Nick went to pay, the lady at the checkout noticing you both instantly.

"Woah your Nick Sturniolo and Mini Matt." She said with a beaming smile.

"That's us, would you like a photo?" Nick offered, making the lady nod quickly. You both smiled as she took a few photos with you both before letting you pay.

When you got back to the car, Nick smiled at you, noticing the small smile still on your face.

"You happy, kid?" He asked.

"Yeah. She was nice." You answered, as you started the car.

"What about her calling you Mini Matt?" He questioned.

"It's fine, I mean it's a more personal nickname but I wasn't going to upset her there." You replied honestly.

"So your happy with us calling you it but not the public?" He asked.

"Yeah." You said with a nod.

Nick nodded as you began driving home. He liked having time with you alone, knowing you'd tell him more stuff or how you felt honestly with less people around, same went with Chris and Matt. The three often catch up when you aren't around to see if you told them anything different, just to make sure you were okay, knowing you weren't always a big talking when it was a bigger group.

"If you want, I can make a post on TikTok or Instagram saying for fans not to call you Mini Matt." Nick offered.

"Can you?" You asked quietly.

"Of course sweetheart, anything for you." He replied, rubbing your shoulder.

You smiled and relaxed, knowing Nick, along with Chris and Matt, had your back.

[mysticworks]

Love you like I do ~ CS55 x Reader

Carlos comforts reader in a vulnerable moment of self - doubt.

Preview: He brought his voice low, knowing that now you’d calmed down, it was the right time to address your worries. “You’ll always be enough.”

Your breaths were intermingling now, the heat from the summer day filling the car. 

“Enough for me to love you with all my soul.” 

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Pure Fluff

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You peered into the mirror of the car, rechecking your lip gloss was applied with precision for the umpteenth time that day; using your finger to trace the outline of your lips - smudges today were an absolute no no. 

Carlos sneaked a glance your way, before flashing his eyes back on the road, smile curling at your actions, “Any more gloss and you are going to look like a freshly glazed doughnut.”

It was just a joke. Harmless and innocent. 

You could hear the humour in his voice, the slight edge of a laugh as he took a left turn into your destination street. Yet something set off inside of you.

Maybe it was the nerves, the anxiety you’d been feeling since morning.

You were meeting Carlos’ family for the first time today, being invited over to dinner a year after you’d started dating. He’d promised you they were eager to meet you, that he’d told them all about you; stories, funny anecdotes, your likes and dislikes and they’d grown an eagerness to you before having met you. 

Yet there was still something pinching your chest, a worry tugging at you, the question haunting you as you asked yourself, but what if they don’t like me? What if I’m not enough?

You pursued your lips as Carlos pulled into the driveway of his family home, staring out the window intently, eager not to meet his eye. He seemed to sense the shift in your mood, turning his head towards you in concern as the engine whirred to a slow silence. 

“You okay?”

You felt a hand come to rest on your knee, Carlos gently rubbing his thumb in a slow, comforting motion.

Sucking in a breath, you nodded, raising your shoulders in a nonchalant shrug and attempting to give a small smile of reassurance to Carlos. “Yeah. Just nervous I think.”

Carlos reached for your jaw, taking it delicately in his hand and turning your head to meet his eyes. His stare was intent, hard to break away from, and you found yourself peering straight into them - the focused gaze too compelling to break away from. 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.”  

You raised a brow at him, sighing slightly, “I don’t know Carlos…what if…what if I’m not what they expect?”

You felt Carlos begin to lean over the handbrake, closing the gap between the two of you; the small space between you making your face fill with his hot breath. “Then we break up and never meet again.”

You raised your eyebrows high, shooting him an exasperated look - He only flashed you a cheeky grin in reply and you had to admit, the blatant sarcasm dripping from his words cracked a smile on your face too. 

“You really don’t have to worry, you know. Just be yourself.” Carlos brought his finger up to your hair, catching the forever untamed strand and tangling it between his fingers, “be your funny, smart and lovable self.” 

“Will that be enough?” Your voice was quieter now, and you bit your lip in unease. “What if- ” Carlos cut you off with his eyes, letting his gaze dance all across your face before coming to a rest at your lips. 

He brought his thumb to where you were biting your lip, gently caressing the area and leaving a quick peck; “Yes…definitely a glazed doughnut.”

He was mumbling to himself, purposely avoiding your questions to bring some sort of ease into you. And somehow, it worked - like he knew you too well - how to soothe you and calm down irrational fear. 

He continued his trail of small pecks, fingers still playing with your hair and you felt yourself full of tingles - heat rising in your chest. The worry seemed to be ebbing away, a giddy feeling consuming you instead. 

Carlos sensed this, letting his lips fall away from your face and giving your nose a quick ‘boop’ with the tip of his.

Gosh he was so intelligent with sensing emotions.

He brought his voice low, knowing that now you’d calmed down, it was the right time to address your worries. “You’ll always be enough.”

Your breaths were intermingling now, the heat from the summer day filling the car. 

“Enough for me to love you with all my soul.” 

Carlos’ voice was deep, full of emotion - he was somehow always so poetic when emotive - so expressive and sincere. 

“And they’ll love you too. Just like I do.”

He reached out for your left hand, his fingers playing with yours. They lingered every so slightly, on your ring finger longer than the others, toying with it and the prospect of forever filled you with an emotion so deep you thought you’d burst into flowers. 

Not saying another word, Carlos left you in inquisition, turning to leave the car from his side. 

He cocked his head, signalling it was time to head inside before sprinting to your side of the car, feigning exaggerated gestures as he opened the door wide for you to step out, bowing his head; arms flailing wildly in a mocked butler curtsy.

You found yourself giggling as you stepped out, and Carlos pressed a tender peck on your forehead, mirroring the smile, his hand coming to find the small of your back as you walked through the front gate. 

As you walked through the concrete pathway leading to the front door, it dawned upon you just how huge the exterior of this home was; the front lawn a beautiful meadow of fresh, emerald grass. 

The pathway you walked on winded down in asymmetric slabs of concrete, cherry blossom trees scattered amongst antique lamp posts that gave a retro feel to the scene.

The door frame itself was decorated with baskets of flowers - tiger lilies and tulips, the fragrance of nature filling your lungs with every breath you took.

Carlos reached down towards one of the flowering buds, delicately picking out a vividly coral tiger lily - it was full in blossom, bright and bloomed. 

With a gentle hand, Carlos placed the flower into your hair, tucking its stem securely behind your ear. You turned to face him, sharing a smile before stepping into his home, ready to be welcomed. 

[manjisdollkiko]

𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳… DABI X READER

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹

in the night when she comes crawling...

character: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader, Keigo Takami/Hawks X Reader, Tamaki Amajiki X Reader

notes: okay at LAST! in this fic it will be heavily inspired by HBO Idol and Y/N will be heavily based off my favourite character Jocelyn played by my fave person Lily Rose Depp if you actually like Dabi please dont read this fic, hes literally so horrible in this fic. Todomomo my favourite ship in MHA will be a thing in this so if you dont like Shoto and Momo being together please dont read anyways hope you enjoy <33

series summary: Y/N Y/L/N a struggling pop star is trying to pursue her music career, trying to cope with the death of father who played a huge role in her music career. What happens when she encounters Dabi who saves her from the void of being lost and helps her pursue her career in a way that is not expected.

chapter warning: dark content, 18+, smut, child abuse, Y/Ns dad was very abusive, major character death, Y/N has major daddy issues, toxic music industry, manipulation, slut shaming, reader does weed , mentions of sex addicts, mentions of suicide, Dabi is really toxic, Y/N is high key traumatised.

wordcount: 7k+

in the night by The Weekend

From the moment Y/N was born, she was destined to be, a singer.

To sing about her passion for buying stuff she felt comfortable yet stylish in. Things she could brag about having. Cocoa scented lotion, her long baths with her favourite music playing in the background, singing her lungs out. COCO Chanel perfumes, Gucci bags. Her favourite makeup products, skincare products. Specifically the Fenty Beauty Choclit Lipgloss a lipgloss created by a massive pop artist Rihanna, yet another reason why she wanted to be a successful singer. To sell out.

Considering her dad the head CEO of L/N Theatre Production. She had the freedom to produce songs about herself. To write songs about her deep obsession with creme filled doughnuts, how she always used to buy them after her private school sessions at home with her best friend Momo Yaoyorozu.

Momo Yaoyurozu, an uprising model

Momo and Y/N grew up together like two peas in a pod, their fathers were the best of friends. They would paint their nails together, have their own spa days and watch their favourite "mean girls" and ''white chicks'' eating sneak snacks whilst watching on Momo`s silver Macbook Air.

They would often go to Karaoke singing at the top of their lungs to their favourite artists, The Weekend, Ariana grande, and Y/Ns personal favourite Rihanna.

Momo was a pretty satisfied girl she grew up loved by her mother and her step father, a successful club owner. Momo was a gorgeous girl, from her bright smile to her twinkling eyes, It was a no-brainer guys would move to Momo, wanting to date her. She was also an only child, but considering she had Y/N right next door to her, they grew up super close.

People often viewed them as clueless bimbos, who were to stuck upon themselves to consider anyone else's feelings, that their lives were perfect, rich daddies, spoiled to the core, new boyfriend every week and their only worries in life was what colour they should get their acrylics next.

but that was complete and utter bullshit. They don't know about all the times Y/N would call her bawling her eyes out because of her fathers harsh punishments, they don`t know about how many times Momo would cry on Y/Ns lap about stupid boys, taking advantage of her heart.

They don't know about the deep dark secrets the duo trust each other with.

"he`s been starin` at us all night, ya know."

Momo sits next to Y/N on the leather couch at the the back of the club, the air was hazy with thick smoke, heavy enough to dilute the already dim purple-red lights, weed and sweat stings their noses. They have been there for over an hour, feeling drunk and and tired after they both let loose all night at Momos dads club. Y/N made sure to look hotter than hot tonight, enough to make a man nut in his pants. She had teared down her closet and pulled a short, backless mini red dress, it made her look taller and showed off the curve of her spine towards her ass.

She loved this dress.

how the elegant red fabric looked against her skin, not to mention the hem of the dress barely covering her ass. If she was to bend over right now everyone would get a good view of her ass. This dress made the men she hooked up with go crazy, they have torn it off many times combined with her high heels and fresh mani and pedi. the perfume smell of Vivienne Westwood adorning the back of her wrists and back of her knees.

"Sorry girls" Kirishima another one of her friends spoke over the phone "We're gonna not gonna be a little late., rehearsals took forever now we're stuck in traffic." Momo sighed, And she could sense the frustrations behind the phone. "You could have left early?" The Y/H/C haired girl said.

"Don't worry though, mamas traffics speeding up a little." He reassures. and Y/N fixes her hair, before saying "Well, we saved seats and drinks for you guys."

"You better have!" Bakugo hollers in the background, Y/N and Momo exchanged looks before giggling to eachother at Bakugous aggressive demeanour,

"SERIOUSLY!" Bakugo yells again and Kirishima chuckles a 'see you later' before ending the call.

Y/N giggles again before her glide up and down Momos form in her clothes "You look so cute tonight, I'm surprised no one has even taken you home yet" Momo giggles before taking her hand "Y`know I think that guy would say the same thing," at the corner of her eyes she could spot a bi colour haired man with a red scar across his eye where the red part of his hair was, sipping his cocktail sat on the bar counter as his stare lingers on the two girls.

"Lets say hi," she purrs and Momo giggles excitedly, his stare gets even more intense and lustful as the aspiring singer and uprising model make their way to him. They stop infront of them before Y/N seductively asks "Is this seat taken?' you ask breathlessly, sexy tone. "Not at all, been waiting` all night". the bi coloured haired man says his voice raspy as he stares at Y/N, "I mean you've been goggling at us all night." she laughs taking a seat next to him and Momo sits on the other side.

He laughs flashing his pearly whites "Well it's not every day you see a singer and a model together." the duo laughs as he thrusts his hand to them "I'm Shoto." he says in a deep raspy voice that could make any womens panty drop. "I just got done practicing basketball."

"You play?" Momo asks and Shoto smiles at her "I play as a hobby sometimes." Momo blushes before biting her lip and Y/N mentally rolled her eyes as she knew her best friend always had a thing for basketball players.

Just then Shoto takes a hit off his blunt, he sees the Y/H/C haired girl watching him and his chocolate coloured eyes slowly turned to her, and his eyes lingered at her form, before looking up to her lustful eyes he says "you want a hit?" he asks.

"You smoke?" she sheepishly replies "For relaxation." Shoto passes her a blunt and she takes a small hit, she feels the effect already inflicting upon her body. He licked his lips as he watches her glossed lips part as the smoke comes out after exhaling the substance.

Y/N L/N huh? He heard a couple songs she produced, 'not bad' he thought, He just wondered why she was here? did she not have things to do after all she was a singer. Y/N felt his eyes on her, her lashes slowly fluttering as she felt the effect of the weed upon her body. Hey Y/E/C hughes turned to his glinting brown eyes that shone upon the red lights of the club. "what?" she asks looking up at him with doe eyes, she looked so innocent and pure by the way she had looked at him, he just smirked at her "nothin."

An hour later and she felt as light as a feather her and Momo joined Shoto on the dancefloor, everything feels fuzzy and the world was spinning everything feels beautiful and sexy especially as Y/N and Momo dance to 'Smart' by Le Sserafim.

She laughs when Shoto puts his arms up in the crowd of grinding bodies and gets behind Momo and her, and Momo giggles when Y/N grabs her waist. Their hips flushing against each other. Y/N fumbles to grab her phone out her Gucci purse and taps her code and going onto the camera app, she raises her phone "SMILE!' she exclaims and clicks the picture button as shoto grabs both their waists and Momo puts a 'peace' sign up.

Her phone suddenly vibrates "Hold up! I'm getting a call." she laughs "I'll be right back." she gave Shoto a wink to which he returns a smirk, she stumbles off the dance floor pulling her dress to cover her ass and she went to the nearest ladies room as she sees who it was.

'Melissa ` -her manager.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, this wasn't the right time to attend business.` she thought as she tapped the accept button "Hey! Melissa, what's up?" she asked politely forcing a smile as she spoke. That week Y/N had sent a song demo of her new song for her upcoming album.

"Hey so I heard the song..." her manager said trying to retreat the name of the song.

"What did you think of it!" Y/N interrupted enthusiastically as she was excited to hear the feedback her manager was going to give about her song coming up on her album after going on hiatus after a year. "Yeah... uhh I gave it a listen and Y/N, uhh I don't think this is gonna` be a good cut on the album."

Y/N`s smile instantly turned into a frown, the song meant a lot for her, it was inspired by what she went through.

"that's what artists do though, they write song about their past," she said trying to compromise with her manager, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt the bass of the music in the ladies bathroom. This was one of the things that she hated about the industry, they couldn`t care less about your emotions, you could be kill yourself and they would spit on her grave if it benefited them. 'They were fucking selfless'. she thought.

"Y/N, I just don't think that this is the best song for you to be coming out with at the moment I mean we get it, and I'm trying not to hold back but you went through some dark shit, but its just that you have written to many things about your heartbreaks. It seems like all your song are about heartbreak and trauma and we need something positive to come out something that's not gonna bore the fans." Y/N just stood there her glossy mouth agape, how could her team be so selfish. 'bore the fans?' They saw everything that went down over the past years. They knew her mental state was not in the best position right now after her dads death, the pressure of having to carry on was too much for her to carry her music career on with, she took a year break off hiatus but it seemed that it was not enough for her, not only that but the trauma of her father devious acts, was catching up to her now that he wasn`t alive.

"...oh" she responded, "um I don't know what to say, I mean I spent weeks writing that song to make sure it was perfect." she pursed her lips together. "We know that its hectic in your life right now, but you're gonna have to pull through and compromise. I mean you already went on hiatus for a year now, we can't let the fans down so can you just try your best to make good songs." She took a deep breath as she held back tears of humiliation. She knew the best thing to do was to stay quiet.

Y/N sighed in surrender and nodded to herself over the phone. ''okay, I'll pull through.'' she said and looked at her state in the mirror.

''I gonna pull through.''

'Mad Love' was a song inspired by her ex lover.

She still made songs about her ex boyfriend and her experiences with him, more specifically her childhood sweetheart Tamaki Amajiki. they were only 16 when they got together. He was the only man who could look right through her. They both found each other in the darkness of a void caused by their family. Tamaki was highly sensitive. He is prone to overthinking and analysing every possible outcome while Y/N, valued reliability and dependability with Tamaki and for him to provide a sense of stability and security she craved so deeply.

unfortunately for her the planet Venus was destroyed by someone of the name Y/D/N L/N.

They tried to keep their relationship a secret, she knew her dad would go nuts if he found out that she was sneaking kisses with one of his associates son.

"May i sit?"

That deep yet soft beautiful voice.

She thought, as 16 year old Y/N quickly shot up her head from the book she was reading to look at Tamaki standing gracefully in front of her, her heart raced at the blue hair coloured boy, The Amajiki family were staying at her house for a while now, her Father and his were associates, she nodded in approval. 'He was such a gentleman'

The two remained silent as they sat next to eachother, their feet were dipped in the pool while Tamaki stared at her with gentle eyes, Y/N snuck a few peaks, as her heart raced trying to keep up with her book but the fact that he was staring at her made it hard for to keep her squeal in. His eyes trailed to her lips then back to her innocent yet seductive eyes then back to her face. subtle touches on her waist, her arms. His handsome face staring at hers, as their family continued staying at their house.

"So, do you want to know what happens in the book?" Y/N looks at him trying to start conversation despite him quite literally staring at her soul, she didnt mind it though. She thought he was quite handsome. ''Sure!'' he spoke

She sighed dreamily, as she places the book face down at the side of the pool. "the main character has a background i can relate to." His brows furrowed, pondered on her words.

"Her name is Rebecca, she lives in a 5 story mansion, her mother died when she was an infant. She has a lot of feelings, she overthinks a lot, her dad inspires her to become a ballet dancer, im at the part where she realises her feeling to her childhood best friend, Felix." She stopped herself when they both look at each other.

his dark seductive eyes peering right through her soul, all she could hear was the faint breaths she took in as her blood rushed through her ears at how close he was to her, lips barely inches away from each others. Her breath hitched in her throat and he moved closer towards her, their lips pressed againt each other as they faintly kissed they both pulled away their heads still close to each others as she looked at his lips again before glancing up to his dark blue eyes.

"Hey! Tamaki, there you are." a sweet feminine voice called, they both quickly pulled away as you remise the voice being his mothers.

"Oh my, am i interupting something.'' she gasps once she realised the tension she broke. Tamaki now flushed red. ''No, mom she was just telling me about her book.''

''Whatever,'' She rolled his eyes at him ''Im sorry to ruin your little moment but Tamaki, your father needs you, ill give him back to ya' Y/N.''

With that Tamaki headed out, he stepped feet out of the pool before trailing after his mother. ''Hey, tell me about your book later, yeah?'' She smiled shyly before nodding.

Weeks went by as the Amajiki family stayed at the Y/L/N residence, the two had gotten closer, exchanging kisses secretly, Tamaki sneaking into her room just to cuddle her and feel her warm body close to him.

Of course Y/N had to tell her best friend Momo to which she just laughed and teased her about it. They often snuck out the house after 10 just to lay down against the grass and gaze at the stars whilst laughing about stupid child-ish stuff.

it was only one night that changed everything.

She could barely sleep that night

the mattress was soft, the pillows were even softer easing her neck into a blissfull sleep, she could not get Tamaki out of her mind, every time she closed her eyes she could picture his bright smile and his dark blue eyes peircing at hers

Was this how love sickness felt, the heavy burden on her heart corrupting her mind.

Slipping her feet out of the bed padding down the hallways gently, she, deciding she would just get herself a glass of water. She thought about what it would be like if her and Amajiki had gotten together, for real. instead of having to hide their relationship, if her father would just approve of him and her, but she knew he wouldn`t she had to keep herself pure before her husband. How he would grab her by the waist pull her close, and kiss her gently on the lips, she was madly in love with him and she wanted nothing but to just be in his room, in his strong arms. But she knew he would be dosed off by now and he would be too tired to cuddle her.

Once she finished drinking her glass of water she put her glass in the white tile sink and made her way back upstairs.

''Please! Please! Please dont hurt us."

Her ears pricked at the voice, The house maid, Rose always made sure to turn off the TV after everyone left to go to bed. Or maybe it was her sketchy neighbours, they always have a tendency of being nonchalant and cold. After they only gave a blank expression and not even saying thank you after she cooked a special made pot pie to welcome them, moving into the neighbourhood. Mostly full of judgy old rich people.

They`re probably involved in some sort of cult or something, her gut on the other hand was telling her to turn back. Sketchy motherfuckers. As she went to turn her heel upstairs she heard it again.

"Please! *choke* Have mercy!''

She sighed and went outside to the gardens where the poolside area was. Her mind went white when she saw the scene unfolding infront of her, her father standing. Along with his right hand man Mr Aizawa who had bloody knuckles Mr and Mrs Amajiki clapsed in front of the floor by her dads foot. And there she saw Tamaki tied up seperatly from his parents on the wooden chair. Her breath hitched when she saw him.

His face was all bloody, his right eye was purple, and his eyebrows furrowed revealing lines on his forehead as a sign of distress and discomfort. his hand and legs were tied up to the wooden kitchen chair as his shirt was covered in blood and sweat as it was slightly ripped revealing his bloodied abdomen, it made her feel queasy and sick to the core.

She should go and help, she should protect him. But her feet stayed glued onto the floor as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. ''Stand back, Shota." Y/D/N commands, as he makes his way to bloodied Tamaki ''Look at me.'' He commanded again and Tamaki slightly squinted his eyes at him.

She watched in horror. ''P-please! i didnt mean to mess with your daughter. I`ll do better i p-promise!'' She watched in horror as her father pulled out a gun from his waistband and pointed the barrel at his head.

Her breathing got frantic, Why cant i move? Why cant i help him?!

Tamaki began begging even more frantically as Y/D/N wrapped his finger around the trigger before pulling it back

BANG

The bullet went though his head almost killing him immediantly, his body dropping almost instantly.

she let out a sudden whimper as Shota was the first one to look at her, eyes wide frantic breathing and her body shaking. followed by Mr and Mrs Amajiki frantic screaming through their gagged mouthes.

It was as if her terrified look snapped Mr Y/L/N out of his murderous gaze, he began slowly turning to his daughter making him push the gun toward Shota muttering curses under his breath "Y/N-''

''D-Dad, What did you do???'' she said in a raspy whisper as it seemed like she couldnt speak properly after watching what happened. Dad wouldnt kill me, would he?

She didnt realise her body trembling as he walked closer to her or how heavy her breaths were.

''I-Im sorry, i was with Tamaki, i-its all my fault. i- im so sorry-'' tears fell out of her eyes as he walked closer to her ''i don`t want to die, ill keep it a secret.'' He stood before her blocking the gorey view, as his large hands cradled her wet face, fingers wiping away the tears. As he pulled her to his chest. Enveloping her into a tight hug while she broke down into her fathers arms, sobs shaking her entire body. Her body raked with sobs as he she held onto him, tears wetting his shirt.

Each cry from Y/N was like a stab to his chest twisting the blade into his chest as the only thing he could do was hold his daughter in his arms after she watched him to the unthinkable to her lover. He had to. She knew she couldnt do this, she had to understand the consequences.

Eventually her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. Y/D/N didnt stop cradling her, rocking her back and forth until she stopped crying, only sniffing back tears and snot. He pulled out tissues from his pockets and started wiping the tears and snot from her face. His heart shattering at how traumatised she looked all the light from her eyes had dissapeared leaving her with gaping abyss.

He carefully picked her up into bridal style and carries her up to her room and placed her into bed covering her with the blanket, to which she instantly fell into a deep slumber after witnessing all that. He kissed her forehead before heading out the room and he turned his head to give her one last glance before exiting the room.

Y/N was an only child, her mother passed away after giving birth to her. Living with her billionaire father, in some peoples eyes would have been a blessing, but to her it was a living hell.

Ever since her father died, her confusion of whether she should be happy that he could no longer hurt her, hit her with his belt, no more skin ripping because of the harshness of his belt on her back, her thighs. No more bruises on her stomach or her waist, no more swelling on her chest. the torturous acts her father conflicted upon her stopped when he died. Or whether she should be upset, he was the same man who made her a star she is today, the motivation he gave her whenever she did something she and would recieve a bitter punishment, maybe it was worth it? How else would she have made it to the top.

However the memories of him. She was constantly beaten by her Dad ,she remembers him typically using his belt, but he would have used his bare hands anything to get her hurt, anything to make her learn. the look in his eye whenever she did something he didn't like, whenever she got her line wrong, a dance move wrong, if she ate snacks, if she didn't take her vitamins, if she was caught flirting with a boy he didn't approve of.

if she was caught smiling to herself.

She would constantly have the same dream, she would have woken up and went to the bathroom brush her teeth and got dressed In white corset croptop that had laces on the side with a denim short skirt, minimal makeup on and spritzing her favourite COCO Chanel perfume, then she would have greeted her mother by kissing her cheeks, by the dining table, even if her mother wasn't alive she still dreamt of her being alive in her dreams.

She would strut outside of her house to see her best friend Momo Yaoyurozu then she could see her dad reach for her. Her dad reaching his hand out for her by the door, Momo`s mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed with concern from the distance, and she watches her best friend slowly reaching her hand to her culprit. Momo`s hand out to attempt to grab her by the hand and pull her away, despite being a distance away, It's almost like a siren call, him holding his hand out for her despite someone screaming for her to stop and reject him.

That's when she's on the kitchen floor as she screams in agony by her fathers belt penetrating her fragile Y/S/C skin as she kicks and claws at him to stop.

until she wakes up screaming, sweat soaked all over her pink silk sheets, she would have the same dream of being violently beaten by her father.

The next few hours were equally horrible, she quietly sobbed into her pillows praying to her mother for why she had left him in the same world as that monster, why she couldn't have stayed with her, maybe things would have been different if her mother was alive. No mater how many times she prayed, she could never escape him in this world, he had corrupted every dream she had and turned them into nightmares.

Y/N blinked back the tears of the memories, now here she was a year later, after escaping the grasps of her fathers possesion. Her memory of him still lived even a year later, a tear fell from her Y/E/C eyes as she wipes it away quickly, ''shit'' she mutters once she realised that she ruined her concealer and mascara underneath her eyes.

She rummages through her Gucci purse grabbing her two faced pressed powder that had pink with sequences on the side powder puff as she begins to press the powder puff against the pressed powder and gently pushing the powder against underneath her eyes as the makeup that had been ruined due to her smudging it away with her wrist trying to remove her tears.

With a deep sigh she put the product away as she looked at her teary state in the mirror before smiling to herself and fixing her hair, as a way of reassurance, and a way to somewhat comfort herself.

She then turns her heel, pushing the door of the ladies bathroom and her YSL high heels making faint taps against the hard floor of the club, she then sees Momo still dancing with Shoto. her manicured nails around his broad shoulder as they both slow danced as she sees the atmosphere of the dance floor, going from hectic and people dancing like they were in heat, to them now dancing like it was a high school prom or some shit, thats when the DJ began to speak in the mic.

''How ya`ll doing tonight!" He spoke, Y/N just stood slowly moving her hips to the beat of the slow yet sensual music, surrounded by people holding onto each other slow dancing, she took a slight glance at her best friend to which the raven haired girl shot her a glance before mouthing 'he`s so hot' to which she just laughed. She had noticed Momo had taken a liking to this man.

''Ya`ll ready to fall in loove?'' The DJ exclaimed,

''this is a place where all your shitty problems in your life, fly out that window'' to which he then pointed to a small square shaped window countered at the top of the building where the ceiling was.

''Yall ready to FUCK?''

He yelled into the mic as everyone cheered as Y/N just giggled at as she looked at the DJ taking in his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid 20s, average height, he had long blonde hair that swooped backwards along with a pair of golden brown eyes that resembled that of a bird, along with some stubble underneath his chin.

''Fuck all that! this is a place where you fellas can grab ya' ladies and just dance, ay you know what!'' He shouts. ''Everyone shots on me!'' to which then the crowd went crazy, as they cheered him on.

Keigos eyes squinted before him, he instantly noticed those dashing Y/E/C eyes, that seductive, feminine energy she carried, those hips of hers whenever she danced, the way her ass looked in that tight red mini dress, the way she danced especially when she performed on stage, those high notes she could hit whenever she sang, he wondered what else that throat could do.

Suddenly his sharp golden sunset coloured eyes moved straight to hers, and then he squinted. "Yo, is that- no way! is that THE Y/N L/N at this club right now?" he spoke into the mic as her cheeks flushed red and she looked at the ground as the crowd starting cheering, as she grabbed at Momo cheeks flushed with embrassment, she just grabbed her arms laughing along with her as Y/N laughed as she looked up at him and he smiled at her amused.

''i have to say, you look so beautifull and absolutley stunning i gotta ask for a dance''.

''Your such an icon so i- i gotta have a dance.''

Y/N just giggled at his charming antics, he made her feel flattered and already cheered her up, as he was literally flirting with her through a mic at a club.

''Yo! bring that back, bring the music back up.'' He says as he makes his leave and starts making his way to her as Y/N just giggled and turned to Momo and Shoto.

''No way he is actually coming over here right?''

''I`on know pretty girl, looks like he`s taken a liking to you." Shoto remarks, his hands still on Momos waist as his chin places over his shoulder. ''Yeah he seems into you.'' Momo says, before she could say anything else, she felt the presence of someone behind her, she slowly looked over her shoulder as she saw the DJ who flirted with her, up close.

Damn he looks so handsome

He had feather ash blond hair that was swept messily backwards, his eyebrows are notably thick having a similar texture to his hair, he had faint stubble on his chin, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt paired with a denim blue jacked and matching denim blue jeans, He smells like mints and aftershave. Her thighs instantly clenched when she took in the sight of him.

''Hi,'' she giggled under her breath, she had never had met someone as much confident as him, her encounter with him made her feel a sense with unfamiliarity but in a good way, she made eye contact with him, his golden eyes glistened, as the red lights around the nightclub. His eyes took over her form, his eyes lingering at her cleavage, his eyes remained upon her thighs, before making contact with the bit off her chest showing. Then his gaze finally made contact with her eyes. He smirked. ''Hey''

Keigo put his arms around her waist, as they swayed to the beat of the song ''Back For More'' by TXT featuring Anitta.

Feeling him up on her made her feel queasy and wanted more, he then spinned her over making her back press against his clothed groin. and his big hands grasped over her hip. Y/N gasped at the feeling as she subtly asked. ''Man can you dance'' she giggled as they both moved to the beat, her ass grinding against his groin as the both danced with each other. his arms raising as the song continued, as she continued to dance with him. Tensions filled the air as they made eye contact with each other.

"Whats your name?''

He smirked ''Keigo, my friends call me Hawks though." he replied. Keigo loved the feeling of her soft Y/S/C coloured skin making contact with his large scruffy hand. ''Ohh, pretty name.'' she giggles as she looked behind her shoulder smiling, to see Keigo still smirking at her. ''Why Hawks though?'' she laughed as the thought of anyone calling him Hawks pondered her thoughts.

"Pfft, i dont even know just a stupid nickname my friends call me.'' She continued moving her hips to the beat of the song, she suddenly then turned to him, her doe Y/E/C eyes made eye contact with Keigos hard, sharp golden eyes. ''Am i your friend, Keigo?'' she coos at him innocently. She wanted him, real bad. she wanted him to look at her with those deep golden sharp eyes as he fucks her into oblivion.

One thing about Y/N is that she was a sex addict. Whilst many had drugs, alcohol, ciggaretes One thing she could get from any man was dick.

She wanted those rough scruffy hand to wrap around her throat as his hips buck against her cervix as he fucks her rough yet sensually. it was almost like he could see right through those pleading bedroom eyes that any man could have mistaken for a simple innocent question.

His lips then curl into a lustfull smile ''Oh we`re gonna be more than just friends.''

And thats all it took for Keigo and Y/N to exit the club and catch an uber to get to Keigo`s penthouse, heavy pants, clothes off, entangled within each others bodies.

''Harder!'' she urged. ''Har- OH'' her cunt spasmed around Keigos dick, as he fucked into her.

Keigo held her legs, having them wrapped around him as he fucked into her. He let out a grunt as his hips slapped against her, as he fucked her. He moved his hand on either side of the matress, and angled his hips up and down slamming against her. A squeal came out of her mouth at the pleasurable feeling. The golden brown eyed man let out a breath but a soft laugh himself as he moved to put his forehead against hers. She stared up at him moving her hips to take him and match his sensual thrusts, Y/N let out a whine as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders

''Fuck, you feel so good.'' He groaned against her lips. She giggled as she stared up at him ''Its cause your fucking me so good Hawks'' He groaned at that name, as she felt one of his large hands move down to the side of her body before gripping her ass tightly. She felt a slap to her ass before gasping and meeting him back up for a kiss.

"Yo! Hawks where, d`ya put my-''

Y/N and Keigo both look at the door before she gasped, who the fuck?

Standing there a reasonably, tall pale young man of slim shape but somewhat muscular shape. He has several silver cartilige peircings in both ears and a triple nostril peircing on the side of his nose, hes wearing a dark blue jacket, with a high ripped collar matching pants cut off above his ankles. He also has a pair of dark dress shoes on his feet. He has a plain pale gray scoop-neck shirt, with a grey belt circular patterns around his belt satchel attached at the back.

He smirks before looking at him then as her. "Oops, my bad." He states before slamming the door shut.

Keigo shudders at the random interruption by his house mate, her face grows as she blushes with embarasment.

Then she arches her back. ''Fuck Keigo'' she whines tossing her head back, while he fucks her. When he cums an animalistic grunt escapes his mouth and he grips her hips so hard that they start to form a bruise, he tosses his blonde hair back, she gasps as he fills her up with his cum feeling warmth inside. He looks down at her with an increased level of stamina and lust ''Im not done with you yet.'' he growls.

He fucks her in every position in the book, he fucks her on the side, his big body spooning her figure as his throbbing cock drills inside of her, it was easier to kiss him. And to rub her clit. And in every position, They make each other cum, he seems to know how to trigger her orgasm to cum and cum again, he makes her sweat out her hair and makeup, making her look like a sexy greek goddess to him as she takes his cock like its her job.

And by the time he finally finished, hours spent and her body aches, wet with sweat and cum, her pussy twitches and cum is dripping down her thighs through the crack of her ass. Keigo lies down next to her and snuggles her to his chest ''Man you took me like a fucking champ.''

She only mewls in response but wraps her arms around him and snuggles into his chest.

And then they sleep, satistfied.

In the morning, Keigo streches his body, the way the sun peers in through the sheer curtain keeps Y/N in a slight between sleep and congnitive function, eyes blurry and hazy as he slowly gets up from his side of the bed groaning softly.

Y/N`s hair was all messy, she was completely naked under the white comforters, it felt sort of comforting she saw articles on how it was good to sleep naked. But she just thought it was weird, maybe it was Keigos comforters that made have a change in mind about sleeping naked, Perhaps. Her make up smeared all over the pillows, ''fuck'' she muttered. Sleeping with makeup was a big no-no, her skin would usually break out and her makeup artist and dermatologist would be agitated if they had found out she slept with a full face of makeup on.

She blinks a few times, covering her chest with the blanket to watch him go about his morning, Y/N was not a morning person, normally she would be annoyed and aggitated, but watching his pretty yet handsome face made her feel slightly less agitated. He put his fingers cross over eachother before they pull his arms taught above his head shifting them to the right, then the left which pops. His muscles shadow and dance is the light soaking in through the window

''Mornin` Popstar.'' He smirks at her as he noticed her staring at him intensly going about his morning. To which she then just smiles and sinks her self into the white comforters in embrassment. He chuckles and then grabs a plain black shirt that had been sheiveled and previously thrown at the floor due to the devious acts of last night. The sunlight that peeked through the curtains shone upon his form, contrasting his golden coloured skin and his toned abs as he slid his shirt on. Damn he was hot.

Y/n liked him, he was the complete opposite of Tamaki, he held his head high, walked like he was worth a billion yen. confident, loud, very loud, but she liked that he wasnt afraid to speak his mind. And was really funny.

Y/N giggled ''Mornin` Keigo.'' she then reaches for her iPhone 13 in starlight, which has a plain light pink case on it, her favourite colour. on the bedside table of his room, she tapped the phone which had the wallpaper of her and Momo at the beach smiling brightly holding ice creams as they looked at eachother cheekily. she noticed she had has 2 missed calls from Momo and 2 messages. She tapped the notification from imessages before typing in her password 260403 her birthday no suprise, and she sees Momos messages.

Momo <3: Where r u?

Momo <3: Oh, Shoto saw you leaving with that DJ, make sure you use protection x

She softly chuckles at her friends messages, before starting to reply back to her raven haired best friends before she noticed a presence at the side of her, she then looks up, quicly grabbing he blanket to cover her chest, to see the same man who interrupted her and Keigo last night.

Gosh this was embarassing, he was leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his blue eyes peircing into hers as if he was trying to read her. She furrowes her eyebrows as he just stood there simply spectating her, like a detective. ''umm, can i help you?'' he chuckles at her, before Keigo pushed pass him through the door with an annoyed grunt.

''Dabi, why are you here? don`t ya got somewhere to be." He stiffles before walking to the bed folding some of his clothes at the end of the bed where her feet were, that must be his housemate.

Dabi, what a weird name.

''Dont worry bout it'' he replies, ''See you took home, a friend with ya.'' He says eyeing Y/N form, she shifts uncomfortabley. She could feel and unwavering energy from him, she just could not put her finger on it. It was almost like her gut was saying for her to not talk to him, and stay away.

''Tch whats it to you?'' Keigo says, with attitude kissing his teeth at his house mate, Dabi just softly laughed at him before he turned his head to her. Y/N had never been in such an awkward position, she didnt mind having conversations. Just not while she was butt naked under the white covers and while she looked like a hot mess. ''Hey you look kinda familar, are you Y/D/N daughter?'' He wanted to get a rise from her, he knew what she was all about. That good girl gone bad, after her daddy passed away act was not gonna cut it for him, and he sure as hell wouldn`t let his bird brain of a friend get trapped in her families stupid games.

She felt her heart beat expand at that name, she just gulped, her fathers sinister face flashed through her mind, making her feel ill. She sensed her intuition was telling her something, why is he asking something so obvious, 'did he live under a rock or something' she thought.

It was no suprise everyone knew who her father was after all he was the CEO of L/N Theatre Production, his legacy was still relevant today. Even after he died. Even after he was replaced by some weird blue haired motherfucker who talked like his lungs were as dark as a sullen cloud before the sun who went by the name Tomura Shigaraki

''Man, just get out! The hells wrong with you?'' Keigo shouted, he sensed Y/Ns discomfort at that statement Dabi made. He didnt need to know why she tensed at that name but he didnt care. Keigo was the complete opposite of Dabi, While his friend was a total douchebag when it came to girls, Keigo who was raised by a single mother, has total respect for women, he knew the troubles they went through. and they deserved the up most respect more than anything. A total gentleman.

Dabi puts his arms up in defence still smirking.

''Im just sayin you sure as hell dont wanna be fooling around with that.'' he pointed at her figure sprawled out on the bed covering her chest with Keigos bed covers.

She didn`t like this feeling. The feeling of humiliation, he pointed at her like she was a peice of crap from the streets. And he looked at her like she at the bottom of his boots. Dabi`s sinister gaze increased as he noticed her discomfort expanding by the second he continued to shame her.

''Her father might aswell rise from the pits of hell and taunt you in your dreams, God forbid anyone fools around with his precious daughter, who would have thought that as soon as he died his Popstar daughter would act like a prostitute from the red light district-'' He states so casually. She gasped at the sudden insult.

''Tch, your shocked? you literally look like you could be on the front page of a porn site right now, sprawled out naked under the covers naked.''

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole, fighting the tears of humiliation, she was too embrassed to even look at Keigo or Dabi, instead she kept her glossy Y/E/C eyes glued on the ground as he just smirked.

Its almost like history was repeating itself again, in a way. She could not move, she couldnt speak, she could not defend herself, as Dabi continued slut shaming her she just kept her eyes glued onto the floor her sweaty hands gripping the covers to her chest with dear life, feeling hopeless as she took in his insults one by one, each stabbing her heart violently. Her tearfull gaze expanded his sadistic nature that made the corner of his lips turn into a manic grin. "Aww, dont cry, yo birdbrain, you gonna give little miss Pop star some dick, maybe that`ll-''

''WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! GET THE FUCK OUT!'' Keigo screams angrily. She felt weak but then Keigo, her knight in shining armour came to her rescue, abruptly interrupting his harsh, lewd statements. Pushing Dabi out the door, She could see him smirking at her before the door got slammed shut by Keigo.

''I had no idea what he was yapping on about, Im so sorry.'' Keigo apoligises, as he knelt down to see Y/Ns tearfull gaze as she looked at him with pleasing eyes. Keigo felt his heart shatter, he took her waist in his arms as Y/N hugged his neck and sniffled as she let tears go freely, the warmth of his body made her feel comforted, as she breathed his minty scent in as he rubbed her back, they stayed there for a while not saying a word, only in each others space was enough for them, before she pulls away.

''its okay, um i think i should go.'' She said startled by Dabi, to which Keigo nods handing her clothes to her before he left to give her some privacy.

As Y/N got changed all she could think about was Dabi`s words, prostitute from the red light district. Who even was he, its almost like he could have predicted her fathers actions if he were still alive. What did he know?

She decided it would be best to leave and never come back to Keigos as she didn`t want to have an encounter with Dabi again. she stepped out the room before heading down the stairs making sure she had her purse and phone before exiting, turning back to close the door she spotted Dabi`s face by the railway at the stairs. He just smiled at her, and she slammed the door behind her, making her way out, never to return again.

weird motherfucker.

This is the first chapter <3 HOPE you guys like it, P.S Dabis gonna be a lil toxic but so is Y/N i hope you enjoyed the first chapter if you liked it please like, reblog or comment. also leave a follow and comment if you want to be added to my taglist. Smell ya later pooks ;3

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Final Volume of 'Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon' Released

On March 21, Seven Seas Entertainment released the final volume of Shio Usui's shakaijin Yuri series Doughnuts Under a Cresent Moon (Kaketa Tsuki to Donuts) in English.

The manga follows salary worker Uno Hinako, who, despite her best attempts at normalcy, continuously fails to find love and satisfy the wishes of her overbearing mother. Self-doubt begins to overcome her when she comes across her coworker, Asashi Sato, sitting on a bench. The two women bond and form a friendship that soon evolves into something far more intimate.

The publisher describes the final volume:

Asahi has never been big on romantic love—her top priority has always been family. But now that Hinako is in her life, her feelings about romance seem to be changing. Asahi still doesn’t know exactly what that means, but one thing is for sure: her feelings for Hinako are growing more intense by the day. Are Asahi and Hinako destined for more than friendship? Find out in the final volume of Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon!

Doughnuts Under a Cresent Moon was serialized in Comic Yuri Hime from March 2019 until its conclusion in May 2022. It is notable for its focus on adult characters, the inclusion of asexuality, and its themes of societal and familial expectations. The series is praised by critics, with the first volume receiving a 9/10 score from YuriMother. Ichijinsha publishes the manga in Japanese.

Shio Usui is a Japanese mangaka known for their series Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon. Usui's second Comic Yuri Hime series, I Married My Female Friend (Onna Tomodachi to Kekkon Shitemita), has been serialized in the magazine since 2020 and is licensed by Seven Seas Entertainment for English release in December 2023. Usui has also contributed to the Doujin Onna and Chocolat Yuri anthologies.

You can check out the fourth and final volume of Doughnuts Under a Cresent Moon today in English digitally and in paperback: https://amzn.to/3GeLSOz

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Kicking us off this week (and at midnight lol) cause I am training a new hire tomorrow and will NOT have time to post later cause I also have a date :d

TK needs to get out of the house, right now, or things are going to turn south. He’s been sitting in his room trying to journal for the first time since his therapist recommended it two weeks ago. It’s not going well. Staring at the page, willing the words to just appear and settle the issues in his head without actually writing them down, and all he can hear are his thoughts racing with no clear destination.

He tosses the journal and pen to the side of his bed, stretching his legs and rubbing his hands over his face, groaning in frustration. He knows he should try the exercise so that he can start the long process of getting back to being normal. The ideal son. Someone his parents don’t have to be scared of, or tiptoe around, worried that he’ll fly off the handle. End up in a bar or worse, especially worse.

Sitting on the riverside with his dad and talking about his cheating boyfriend had been a new low for TK Strand. Which is surprising given how many times he’s let his parents down. The difference is that this time he wasn’t the one who let go of the snowball that escalated into an avalanche. He was just a bystander skier who was trying to enjoy themselves, before being caught up in the landslide of snow and cold.

He swings his legs over the bed and grabs the red hoodie that hangs on the back of his bedroom door. Popping his earbuds in and trying to find a playlist when he hears his name being called from the kitchen.

His dad stands there, leaning against the counter and facing towards the backyard. Probably lost in thought and brought back to reality by the sound of his son’s shuffling around, if TK had to guess. Tomorrow is a big day for both of them so he wouldn’t be surprised if he was fighting his own battles right now.

He’s got some Halestorm song playing and sees Owen mouthing something to him, but he just bumps up the volume a little more.

“I’m going for a run. Be back in half an hour.” He holds up the phone in his hand and waits at the bottom of the stairs. He isn’t asking permission but it still feels necessary to wait. He doesn’t need his dad calling emergency services or summoning a search party, not tonight.

Owen squints slightly and looks like he wants to say something, but it’s lost in a breath and he just nods.

TK has his feet toed into his shoes and is taking off down the road within seconds.

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more than seven sentences but what else is new lol. the angst is still angsting in colleagues au atm sorry ☹️😢

Stepping into the metal box alongside him, the doors thankfully close with just the two of them inside. No one else here to witness the awkwardness that shrouds the space. Carlos feels suffocated, starts to wonder if TK feels it too, of course he does, his brain helpfully supplies, and he tugs his tie loose at the junction of his throat in an effort to breathe even a little bit easier.

TK finally says more than two words to him as they rise up the levels, his voice harsh as he utters out despondently, “I’m so mad at you right now.” His lashes are still wet, stuck in clumps against his under eye, as he glances from the floor and meets Carlos’ wide eyed gaze across the elevator.

He speaks again, this time his voice no higher than a whisper and Carlos’ chest aches with sadness.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can handle,” he says bitterly, as his shoulders slump forward and he drops his gaze back to the floor, away from Carlos’. He watches as TK curls his trembling hands into fists, sees him dig his nails into his own palm, observes his grimace when he does so.

Carlos let’s out a sad whimper and smacks the emergency stop button to his left so harshly that it leaves a lingering sting to his palm, the car coming to a halt several floors from their destination.

“Tyler,” is all he can mutter as TK‘s eyes rise back up to meet his, and Carlos steps forward, drags him into his arms in a hug so tight he’s probably crushing a significant portion of his ribcage. TK practically collapses in his embrace, and the warmth of his hands cling to Carlos’ shoulders in an effort to keep himself vertical.

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[lightningboltreader]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags y'all. Still eeking away at my 1x01 fic, lol.

Here's an early bit -

Afterwards TK strolls across the street to a park, not quite ready to go home but with no new destination in mind. He finds a wooden bench and sits for a while, feeling more of the warm sun on his skin as he marvels at the fruit trees.  Austin, Texas.  Living here is a total mindfuck but in many more good ways than he expected. The people he’s encountered are warm and accepting (except for drivers who use the bike lane, apparently that’s not geographical) in a way he’s never felt before. And despite his misgivings about their place here, he’s excited to reopen the 126. 

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[mariacallous]

Sarah Southerland calls herself a “Covid baby.” After graduating from the University of Central Oklahoma, she started working for the NBA. She worked as a podcast producer for the Oklahoma City Thunder. Then, in 2020, Covid-19 shut down the league and she “saw that as an opportunity to go and try something different.” So she applied to be a social media coordinator at the Oklahoma Department of Wildlife Conservation.

What happened next is the stuff of internet lore. Southerland got the job and got to work shifting the tone of the department’s Twitter feed. What had been a destination for people looking for information on getting a hunting license became a place where Southerland would dish out advice on bear spray (“does not work like bug spray”), proper water bottle care (“some of you desperately need to wash”), and cougar sighting reports (“Whoever filled out a cougar sighting report and wrote ‘your mother’ under the description drop your @ we just want to talk”).

Southerland also jumped on memes, like the time she got on the “check your kids’ Halloween candy” trend by noting that people should look for invasive species like silver carp. Then there was the time she publicly apologized to T-Pain for turning “Buy U a Drank” into a song sung to a gar, the underappreciated “trash fish” to which the department dedicated a whole week.

She also spent a fair amount of time deflecting people who just wanted to yell at government agencies, even though most of their complaints weren’t about anything in the Oklahoma Department of Wildlife Conservation’s control.

Last Friday, Southerland announced that she’d made her final post. It was about not feeding doughnuts to wildlife. “For the past four years, it’s been my job—nay, my PLEASURE—to be the tweeter behind the @OKWildlifeDept account,” she wrote. “It’s been my absolute honor to roast and ratio some of you into the ground in the name of science.”

Before she starts her new job in advertising, Southerland got on Zoom with WIRED to talk about Swifties, the similarities between social media spats and high school debate competitions, and what will happen to virality now that Twitter has become X.

[chaotictarlos]

T's Seven Sentences Sunday

I didn't know which fic to post about so I'm posting about a few that I'm working on!

A New Era (Slutty Carlos) -

The first thing TK notices when he clicks on the notification is that Carlos has his tits on display for everyone who follows him. 

The second thing he notices is that he has no curls. His beautiful, soft curls have been shaved off, replaced by a neat buzzcut showing more of Carlos’ face. 

TK doesn’t mind, in fact, he’s having a very hard time keeping a straight face and certain parts of his body under control as he looks at his husband. He’s always found Carlos extremely attractive but there was something about this new look - a look TK has never seen on Carlos - only knowing him when he’s had curls - that sets off primal feelings. The thoughts that he’s having for him are anything but safe for work.

He screenshots the photo and pulls up his text thread with his husband.

[redacted] fic

[redacted] lifts his gaze to meet [redacted] after he finishes reading the message. “So, what do you say? Should I message back to randy_mycockisbig69 and tell him we can pencil him in for next Tuesday at 5? That he can fuck you as long as I’m in the room to take notes?”

[redacted] rolls his eyes but they glitter with mischief, “I’m sure whatever he can do, you can do better but if you feel the need to see me fucked by another guy so you can up your game then by all means, tell him we’ll meet him and he can fuck my tight hole.”

[redacted] chuckles and pretends to debate whether or not to type out a message and send it. It would all be for show, they’d never follow through on it but it’s always fun to rile [redacted] up this way.

Honeymoon fic (first of a series)

TK focuses on Carlos’ breathing, tracking the way he sounds when he breathes in and out in case it changes and TK’s full attention is needed. His heart hurts for his fiance and he wishes that there was something more that he could do. 

"I know we planned to go somewhere for our honeymoon but can we just stay home?" Carlos asks softly, his voice breaking the stillness of the night. 

TK doesn’t say anything at first, just processes the words that float between them.

"I just want to be with you," Carlos continued. "I don't need to go off to some destination to do that. I just want you, safe in my arms. I-"

"We can do that," TK says, cutting him off and running his fingers up and down Carlos' back. "I don't care where we go or what we do. I just want to be with you Carlos. Even if we stay here, in our apartment, and enjoy being married together. It'll still be the best time of my life."

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[torillatavataan]

I love your blog, it's such a brilliant advertisement for Finland (even if it's unintentional, which it probably is, haha). Perfect mix of memes and sheer beauty that Finnish land has to offer. I've never been abroad, but I will make Finland my first destination once I have the finances and the time, I'm sold!

If you don't mind sharing, what are your favorite Finnish traditions (or even smaller cultural quirks)? I've snooped around a bit, but no online article beats the word of a true Finn here :D

Oh!! And, what is Vaasa like? Did you personally find it impressive or worthwhile; would you recommend a trip to it to a foreigner?

Thank you so much! I'm happy to know you enjoy my blog. :)

Welcome to Finland, whenever you are able to make that trip. I hope you have a wonderful time here! And please feel free to ask anything while planning your trip, too.

One of my favourite Finnish traditions is sauna. It's so relaxing. I love the feeling of warm air coming down from the ceiling after you throw water onto the stove. And I like the folklore related to sauna: how sauna has a guardian spirit (henki, though people more commonly talk about tonttu these days) whom you should respect or it could burn down the sauna or skin you in vengence. I also like the idea of sauna being an equal place. Titles and hierarchy do not exist in sauna.

I also love the Midsummer bonfires. There's something magical about watching one burn by the water late in the evening while the sun is still up, but the air and water are calm like at night. That is if the weather is good, anyway. ^^; It's 50-50 whether it rains or not on Midsummer's Eve.

Oh and especially as a child I liked Easter, because children dress up as Easter witches and wish good health to people with decorated willow branches in exchange for chocolate eggs. But these witches are colourful. Colourful skirts and scarves, no black pointy hats (traditionally, but modern parents more and more dress their kids as Halloween witches...I do not approve), and they carry a copper coffee pot. Boys can dress up as witches, too, though for some reason these days this is getting rare and you see a lot of boys dressed up as black cats or bunnies. This part is not done everywhere in Finland, but on the Eve of Easter, kids sleep with their hats on the bed, and during the night the Easter Rooster (traditionally we have a rooster, not a bunny, but the bunny is taking over) will leave some chocolate eggs there.

And as a kid I liked May Day, too, because kids especially dress up in fancy dresses, there's balloons and streamers, and munkki (type of doughnut with cardamom) and sima. It's just one big party.

I'm interested in learning more about old Finnish traditions like kekri and being part of reviving them. :)

As for a cultural quirk... Hmm. Well, we have a lot of weird and funny sports like wife carrying, air guitar playing, mobile/rubber boot throwing, swamp football, and hobby horse racing. :D And I guess our tax records being public and a source of many tabloid headlines is pretty weird, too. And we are notoriously quiet. For us, respecting the personal space and time of other people is important and a sign of respect. So we don't usually chat with random strangers without a reason. But worry not! If you need help, your average Finn will make it their personal mission to help you if you just ask for help.

Unfortunately, the last time I was in Vaasa I was probably less than ten years old, so I can't say anything about it. :/ Followers, please help!

But personally, I'm always advocating for the beauty of Eastern Finland. ;) Anywhere on Lake Saimaa is amazing.

[umbralaether]

first frost

my ffxiv swap gift for Rain @wingsformypillow! Thanks again @sasslett & @ainyan for hosting 🩵

The chill in the air is usually first to arrive— a slight nip to accompany the frost glittering in the early morning light, destined to melt away by noon. Autumn was known for the shifting of colors in the leaves, their inevitable fall to blanket the land, and nothing sang sweeter than the elementals’ song slipping into softer tones.

The land's rest was near.

Her family started the season by visiting the local harvest festival, picking the finest apples fresh from the tree. Gracia chose each one with care, somehow managing to pick only the sweetest ones, hopping branch by branch as if by magic— a skill she only giggled about when asked. Arianna was thankful no one else had seemed to notice the peculiarities that followed her daughter, instead seeing her as just another jubilant child.

She made sure to purchase everything they'd need for the coming winter while she could—pumpkins and squash would be most useful; there was a line up of soups, stews, and baked goods that awaited them, recipes collected from friends and family over the years. Not to mention the smell of warm bread, and fresh cinnamon doughnuts that always left a special feeling in the crisp air: gratitude.

There was much she was thankful for, her family being first and foremost. A loving husband, precious children, and a wonderful cottage retreat? What could beat that? She was thankful everyday, yet something about the change in seasons made it more prominent. She was happy to be able to share it with them, these special times of the year.

Yet it was not the only thing she was grateful for. The land's bounty was another— elementals and nature pulling the land together and preparing for upcoming hardships. Autumn was just the sign of what was on its way; winter wandering closer, bringing with it a way for the land to rest before another round of growth and life.

The wind howls, bringing her attention back to the present.

“Mama!”

Her little one sits upon the living room floor, coloring pages from the newest book she'd gotten littered everywhere. She points towards the window, “Lookit!”

Arianna glances upwards, seeing a blur of pale green drift out of view. A wind elemental this close? The whistling wind reassures her it was only observing, most likely drawn here by the abundance of aether between the home's occupants.

“Yes, little greggers, did you see that? A wind elemental.”

“Again! Again!”

“It will come back, when it's ready. All the elementals are preparing for winter,” She sits on the couch across from her daughter, “Just like we do. Remember all the apples you picked?”

“Mhm! Yummy!”

“Well, right now some are being made into a pie. Enough to share with the neighbors, too. Autumn is all about harvesting and sharing with others.” The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the room. Harper must have taken the pies out of the oven.

“Can we have some too mama?”

Arianna grins, “Of course, and we can have it right here in front of the fire.” She holds out her hand for her daughter to take. They make their way to the kitchen, retrieve slices of pie that are still too-hot-to-eat but piled high with whipped cream. The three of them sit upon the floor, devouring their slices and feeding bits of softened apples to each other with their hands.

The fireplace is roaring, the warmth enough to lull one to sleep. It's cozy, this small piece of paradise. Curled up on the couch at last, Ari thinks to herself, this right here… I would never trade anything for this.

There would be many more nights, after the first snowfall, but they’d never compare to this one.

[dozenssporks]

*the video opens with a distant shot of Vash laying in the shade of a sand dune making a ‘snow’ angel*

Wolfwood, speaking from behind the camera: there he is, ladies and gents, the most feared outlaw in the tri-state area

Vash: only that infamous? my ratings have dropped.

Wolfwood slowly zooms in until it’s a close up of Vash’s face as he stares at the sky: you’ve been laying there for, like, an hour. Don’tcha have anything to do, you lazy bum?

Vash: I am contemplating. The life. The Universe. The everything. That cloud looks like a jelly doughnut. Now shush.

the shot slowly zooms out again and wolfwood whispers: I am bored out of my mind so I am going to do something drastic. Ready? Okay. *raising his voice* Hey, needle-noggin! What’s your opinion of America’s public transport system?

Vash, sitting bolt upright in a shower of sand: it’s The Worst! It’s patchy, incomplete, inconsistent! There are hundreds and hundreds of desolate miles where the only option is a car because nobody bothered to put a train there. Do you know what that means when you can’t drive? It means you walk! My boots have racked up more miles than a soccer mom’s SUV--

Wolfwood, whispering again: and off he goes . . .

^Vash gets up and begins to march around, waving his arms dramatically to emphasize his points or express his frustration. The camera calmly follows him back and forth. There are several cuts so Vash’s ranting jumps from point to point and country to country, a timer in the corner of the screen records how long he’s been talking, more than twenty minutes. The smooth dune becomes a a churning sea of footprints*

Vash, pointing sharply: --and that’s why England’s railway--!

Wolfwood, suppressing giggles: what about, dunno, Italy?

Vash: Italy, well, I got pick-pocketed on public transport there actually

Wolfwood: for real? someone picked the humanoid typhoon’s pocket?

Vash: yeah--oh! That reminds me, hang on!

*Vash dives forward, sliding to a stop at his destination on his knees. He pulls open his bag and rifles through the contents. Odds and ends spill out and a couple odd shirt-sleeves are trailing in the sand before he pulls out a wallet*

Vash: so um *pulls an id card out of the wallet and glances at it* Drusilla Zuccaro if you are watching this I’m sorry I took your wallet and forgot to give it back and forgot I still had it until just now. It was going to be a great bit where you thought you’d got my wallet but I’d got yours and I’d give it back and we’d laugh and you’d turn over a new leaf and never pick-pocket again. I, uh, kinda had to hoof it due to various misunderstandings and it slipped my mind. I’d offer to send it back to you but it’s been, uuhhh, five months? You’ve probably got a new id and stuff by now . . .

Wolfwood, voice shaking with suppressed laughter: there wasn’t any cash?

Vash, looking sideways: . . . it was only maybe fourteen euros and a guy on the run has gotta eat, you know

Wolfwood: vash the stampede committing petty theft? you disgust me

Vash, on his knees, hands pressed together: Scusami tanto, ti chiedo scusa dal profondo del cuore. Sono mortificato, chiedo scusa.

Wolfwood: yeah, yeah, so what are you gonna do about it?

Vash, sadly and a little sulky: Ti rimborserei ma non ho soldi

Wolfwood: Imma take a wild guess and say you’re saying you’re broke

Vash, muttering and drawing circles in the sand:  sì

Wolfwood: you’re a total deadbeat you know that, spiky?

Vash, throwing himself down into the sand, tears streaming down his face: leave me and my deadbeat feelings to die

Wolfwood: want some absolution?

Vash: keep your stupid little confession box away from me! Didn’t you hear me? I have no money! I’m already in debt!

*Vash continues to weep noisily as the camera pans over the dunes and setting sun*

Wolfwood: that was fun. next time I’m gonna ask him about, um, types of socks maybe. This is where I’d ask you to like and subscribe but y’all know we don’t work like that. Otherwise we’d be scamming you for donations and ol’ needle-noggin here would have money for bus fare. Buh-bye.

*video ends*

[rising-volteccers]

12, carrying to bed, from one of the asks games you reblogged with any Volteccers you like !

Thank you very much for sending this prompt! I've been thinking on how I wanted to go about it before this idea came to mind! This is based on HZ008, a sort of what-if scene hehe.

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Captain Pikachu, Roy

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While it's a shame that Murdock's latest batch of doughnuts hasn't borne fruit in enticing their resident tech-wiz to eat, Friede and Cap are all too happy to munch on the 'failures'. Reason 45 (he's continuously updating his mental list) on why Murdock's such an awesome cook; he just has a way with sweets that beats even some specialty shops. Mollie keeps a watchful eye on their budget so he doesn't get much opportunity to satisfy his sweet tooth when they head out to restock.

Thus when Murdock requests for his help in tweaking his doughnut recipe, Friede eagerly rises to the challenge.

So far they're into their second week of tests. Murdock goes at it pretty thoroughly, trying out different dough recipes, cooking methods and the glazes he puts on top. Every time the trio sneak into the kitchen to find an untouched plate, they'll munch on the leftovers so there's no evidence left behind about their nightly snacking. Friede then bounce around ideas with his friend until Murdock has an idea on what to change for tomorrow's batch.

Friede knows that Murdock worries deep down. Sure, Mollie's assured him that at the very least, Dot's getting her daily vitamin needs but as someone who's joy come from feeding others, it must be tearing him up on the inside. That's why he tries to lift his spirits by praising every single doughnut he and Cap munch on because they're genuinely that good. Friede hopes that Dot too will be tempted to try it out herself.

Until then, he'd be a liar if he claims not to enjoy the late night snacking. The sugar helps keep him awake when it's his turn to navigate the ship through the night, which just so happens to be today.

After giving his honest feedback, Friede bids Murdock goodnight before exiting the kitchen, Cap situated comfortably on his shoulder. He quietly walks down the small corridor (mindful of the spots that creak when stepped on) until he's back out on the deck.

Friede takes a moment to breathe in the cool air. It's a peaceful night with barely any clouds and the moon shining bright, perfect for navigation. Cap too mimics his action so Friede rubs his chin with a finger, grinning from the content sound his partner makes.

"Time to get to work, eh Cap?" he says, earning him a soft Pika! in return. Friede starts to make his way towards the captain's deck but pauses about halfway through. He stares for a moment, even briefly rubbing his eyes to make sure he's not seeing things. Nope. That's definitely Roy and Fuecoco fast asleep by the stairs leading up to his destination.

"Honestly, what on earth...?" Friede mutters, rubbing the back of his head before making his way over. Cap hops off his shoulder to reach the boy first.

Somehow, Roy's curled up with Fuecoco snugly in his arms, his back against the wooden wall. He looks like he's on slip away from tipping over and hitting his head against the edge of the stairs yet they're both snoring away, dead asleep.

Friede has many questions. After he gently steer Roy away from the kitchen, he thought that the he'll return back to bed. The captain's deck isn't near to his room so why he's here is a mystery, on top of how he appears to be deeply asleep in that uncomfortable position. Sometimes Friede sleeps in the captain's chair and it's awful for his back so he can't imagine how Roy manages it.

Nevertheless, Friede can't let him stay asleep here. If anything, being out in this cold air all night might get him sick (which sucks in his personal opinion cause then Mollie will insist on bedrest, something that he picture Roy and his boundless energy won't like).

Cap's trying to rouse the kid by gently poking his shoulder but aside from an initial twitch, it doesn't seem to cut it. Before his partner decides on a more electrifying awakening, Friede crouches down in front of Roy and gives his shoulder a gentle shake.

"Hey Roy, you're not supposed to sleep here," he says. Instead of waking up, Friede suddenly finds himself with Roy slump in his arms, still fast asleep. He stares down at the kid then sighs deeply. Really, is he this hard to wake up usually?

Friede thinks briefly before coming to a decision. Carefully, he slips an arm around Roy's shoulders and another slides underneath his knees. In one swift moment, Friede rises to his feet, taking a moment to adjust so the kid is secured in his arms. Roy's not too heavy even with Fuecoco still snoring away on his chest.

Quietly, Friede makes the short trip to Roy's room. Cap helps him open the door before he carefully enters, taking care not to bump the edges. Friede then gently sets Roy down on his bed while Cap pulls up the blanket to cover them up.

Roy simply nuzzles deeper into his pillow, tugging the blanket closer around himself and Fuecoco. If not for the way he smacks his lips prior to more snoring, Friede might have thought Roy's been awake all this time and is just pretending to be asleep so he can get a free carry back to his room.

Friede snorts at the thought, lightly shaking his head. Yeah right, Roy's not that kind of person. Kid doesn't have a mean bone in his body to pull off something like this. It does make him wonder if he's just accustom in sleeping at odd, uncomfortable places. Food for thought.

Cap scampers up his back to settle on his shoulder again. Well, he suppose that's that. Time to make his way towards the captain's deck again.

"Goodnight Roy," he utters, sporting a small, fond smile before closing the door behind him.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

It is a weekend morning in the city of Townsville. Instead of eating breakfast cooked by her godmother, Bloom, Stella Junior decides to head for Chillaxation instead. It is the weekend now, that means she has the day off from Roxy’s Townsville Animal Rescue Park. Stella decides to tied her hair by a night theme ruffled ribbon in a small ponytail to the left side of her head with the rest of her hair loose. A bedazzled denim jacket over her crescent moon patch black t-shirt, a purple skirt, and purple sandal heels for footwear. Stella Junior head out by walking on foot, taking the Townsville transit bus, and with magic from her Moon Sticks. As she reach for her destination, Stella Junior could see the cashier, who’s taken her order for Sapphire Diamond and Enya and the pixies’ order, coming. It would seem that she been going on an early morning jog.

Stella Junior waves a hello to Holly Test. Suddenly Stella Junior felt cold, her whole body shivered. “Why it is so very winter cold right now?” Stella Junior asked to herself. Frost is forming on her face and Stella Junior can see her breath. Her eyes are widened. Winter must be coming early. Stella Junior groaned, realizing she had find the perfect winter fashion that is stylish and to keep her warm. She wish she is back on Solaria because unlike Earth, this planet has longer days, brighter sunshine, and a longer summer.

“Hello.” Said a wheezing and tired Holly Test. Her legs are twitching and body shaking. The salty liquid comes out of her skin’s pore after an excessive jogging. Her sweat-stained workout clothing clung to her body, causing Stella Junior’s skin to crawl and gape in disgust . “Let me get the key…… *wheeze* I will open the coffee shop…… *haa* My dad is coming and the others arrived later, oh gosh… I’m dying!…”

Holly slips her hands into her pink and yellow sweatpants’ pockets. She found them in her left pocket. There, Holly unlock the door, entering the coffeeshop, switching the light of the lanterns on. Stella Junior enters the coffeeshop shop, being the first (unofficial) customer to arrive. She goes to the counter and order something for herself: a bacon, sausage, and egg wrap and a ssuk latte. Since the employees will be arriving later to have the coffeeshop officially start running, Stella Junior decides to picks a book to read from the bookshelf. She select Eleanor & Park from the bookshelf, taking it to an empty table.

‘Maybe I should have breakfast with Bloom and Enya.’ Stella Junior thought to herself. Stella Junior see three super-heroines and a familiar superhero coming inside the coffee shop.

“Hey everyone……,” Holly greeted tiredly.

Stella Junior hears a few replies, a grunt, and a groan. Oh jeez, even Ethan is here. Stella Junior has flashbacks of them sparring, she reverberated the memory many times through her brain. He seems quiet. Too quiet. Maybe it is now it is now the right time to talk to him . They must be an associating with Ethan as well. Droids came out of the kitchen, holding out a tray of drinks in each robotic arm.

“One yuenyeung for Dragon Girl and one large Rainbow Surprise Smoothie for the Bunny Girl,” said The droid. “One small chocolate strawberry smoothie for the Bee Girl.”

“Thanks,” said Candy dryly. She stretched her arms. Then Sunny grabbed her large rainbow smoothie. “So glad it’s Saturday.”

“Really Holly?” Said Sienna, grabbing her small chocolate strawberry smoothie. “I pre-ordered my usual morning coffee drink, not my usual smoothie drink.”

“Hmm?”, that is all Holly could say as she is bobbing her head, trying to focus on pouring herself a large mug of freshly brewed coffee for Ethan. She drink the entire thing in one gulp. Holly shake her head and blinks. She passed the mug of coffee to Ethan. Ethan is given two glazed doughnuts, two chocolate filled croissants, and two chocolate donuts by the droid. The symbiote, Serpent appears as a small dark blue tentacle slithered out of Ethan's sleeves and take each of the respective pastries. Ethan takes a sip of his mug of coffee. He sigh, wishing he can sleep late like he used to be, but can’t. Stella Junior ponders to see that the customers got their order before the coffee shop begins. Just why? Is this a VIP thing?

[An hour and thirty minutes later]

Stella Junior’s order of bacon, sausage, and egg wrap and a sookcha latte arrived and served at Stella Junior’s table.

“Thanks you so much for your patience,” said Holly, now rejuvenated thanks to the coffee. “I am so sorry that the order arrived late. Even though you shouldn’t be here, but I don’t want to kick you out. That would be so rude of me.”

Stella Junior is picking up her ssuk latte and tastes the earthy, grassy, and slightly bitterness of the drink. This drink is similar to matcha and the odour reminds her of the field of daisies in Linphea. “It is fine. I just want to reward myself for being here and able to finally get to enjoy the taste of this drink I have heard so much about. I actually feel that this is worth it.”

Holly smiles. “Oh, I am so glad you are feeling well.”, Stella Junior continues drinking her ssuk latte. Maybe Townsville is not so bad after all.

Candy, Sienna, and Sunny belong to @cooltmoney95

Stella Junior, Enya, Sapphire Diamond, Amaya and Tori belong to @gloriousdreamunknown

Ethan belongs to @ej-cappy-universe

Holly belongs to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me)