#our blue hair boi doesn't fully understand

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

Something Wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

Somewhat friendly headcanon. Time of the Month Headcanon.

Jack’s S.O. is on her "Time of the Month," "Shark Week," and "Aunt 'Flo' comes to visit." Or, in other words, her menstruation cycle or period has rolled around once again.

Jack doesn't know squat about periods.

"Sunshine, it's time to get-Uh!" Jack is cut off by his S.O as she throws her pillow at him.

Like. AT all, since he never properly learned about reproduction or puberty.

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"Sunshine, what's the matter?" Jack asks worriedly, he noticed a small heating pad tucked underneath his Sunshine's soft pajama top, the pad on full HEAT.

"It's "Shark Week, Jack," Sunshine muttered in pain, pulling the bedsheets over her head.

"I'm sorry, what does that mean?" Jack tilts his head to the side, not understanding the situation.

"I..." Sunshine blushed, her face bright pink. She then shakes her head, its 21st century, men can acknowledge periods, and it doesn't have to be that awkward.

"I...I'm on my period, Jack," Sunshine sat up into the bed, looking into Jack’s eyes.

"I've heard about those before, I just never understood what it was," Jack admitted.

"Menstruation is a woman's monthly bleeding, often called your “period.” When you menstruate, your body discards the monthly buildup of the lining of your uterus (womb). Menstrual blood and tissue flow from your uterus through the small opening in your cervix and pass out of your body through your vagina." Sunshine explained, "and its HELL!"

"Why is that? Does it hurt?" Jack worriedly asks, "Should I get you something warm to drink? Some painkillers?"

"Yes, it can hurt. Badly. And yeah, hot tea and a pain killer would be nice," Sunshine admitted, happy at Jack’s accepting nature, "And chocolate too."

"Sure," Jack smiled, kissing her forehead.

Jack would help her anyway he could.

Pain medication? Got it!

Dealing with unstable moodiness and actions. No problem.

"A tampon goes where?!" He would exclaim.

Endless cuddling.

Help with the cravings. Endless amont of sweet, salty, and unhealthy food.

Though he would limit some of the cravings, wanting his S.O to remain healthy.

When his S.O suddenly became horny, Jack will blush and gently turn her down.

Endless support.

Even though she's cramping Jack will encourage small exercises.

He would also prep healthy meals with lots of iron, fish, steak, pork, ect. And with plenty of veggies, too.

Endless amounts of warm and fluffy pancakes. (Mostly chocolate chip.)

(I just got a Tampax add after writing this. 😆 🤣 😂)

[doki-doki-imagines]

PLS PLS CAN YOU DO THAT CHAT THING WITH KAISER, NESS, SAE AND NAGI WHERE READER TEXTS THEM SAYING “your face is so pretty I just wanna sit on it” AND THEIR REACTIONS😍😍

author note: Idk how to use fake sms app so I went for an ol' classic gif reaction.

Michael Kaiser:

-What is he looking at? At his reflex on the mirror obviously. -A laughter starts to blossom from his chest, already pushed out like a proud rooster. -He slicks his hair back, blue eyes shining with joy. Michael licks his teeth, perfect as he is. Damn, anybody would like to sit on his face; he is so fucking handsome. -He picks his phone up ready to message you something along the lines of "C'mere. I'll give you the ride of your life." Michael smirks, proud of coming up with such a hot line(it isn't). -But the message you sent got deleted. -His eyes bulge out almost cartoon style. Did he dream about it? Was the message from someone else? Michael checks the other chats, but nobody messaged him. -He doesn't want to message you about that, he isn't desperate! But a voice in the back of Michael's mind screams at him. -"?" He sends back. "Did you need something?" "No, Michael. Thanks for worrying." You reply immediately. -His heart picks a worryingly fast beat. You replied way too fast. A lightbulb turn on in his head, but the idea he comes up with is pretty risky. Michael feels blood running to his ears when he finally presses send. -"If you are free wanna come over? I need help choosing the new bed covers."

Alexis Ness:

-He is mind-numbing happy. After all, it is a pretty nice compliment to read from his crush. -If Alexis had a tail it would be wagging left and right now. A dumb smile is plastered on his face while he keeps looking at his phone. -"What are you looking at, Ness?" It's Michael's voice calling him back to work, mildly annoyed that the other boy's attention wasn't fully on him. "Oh- It's nothing, Kaiser! Let's go back to training." Alexis hides his cell phone under the last layer of his gym bag. Michael doesn't dig further for once. -When Alexis opens his phone back the sun already left his place for the moon. He obviously forgot about your message 'till he reads the new ones. "Have I crossed any boundary, Alexis? I'm sorry if it happened." "Please I don't want our friendship to be ruined by this." His heart sunk to his ass and climbed back into his throat in a matter of seconds. -Alexis calls you, clearly worried. You pick up fast for Alexis' heart health. "I'm so sorry I didn't reply sooner! I had practice and I had to go then-" he keeps blabbering "I'll do anything for your forgiveness." "…Anything Alexis?" "Yes." "I wasn't joking when I sent you that message…my or your place?" "Yours. It will be my pleasure." He says, voice finally calm. -He wasn't joking.

Sae Itoshi:

-"I must have forgotten the part where I asked your opinion." -HE IS RUDE. -Sae knows it is a joke. A stupid one to try to tease him. He may not be the brightest mind, but he understands what you are trying to do. -He goes back to training like nothing happened. Then he showers and all of sudden Sae has the urge to add another line to the previous message he sent. -Meanwhile, you replied with a ton of sad emojis and other dumb blabbering Sae's mind doesn't even register. -"Anyway I prefer to eat it from the back." Sae smiles thinking he has just sent the king of the comebacks, an earth-shattering line. Soon he gets a reply, that makes his smile drop. "I must have forgotten the part where I asked about your opinion." -Maybe you are really made for each other.

Seishiro Nagi:

-What a nice message to receive. Not. -You are hundreds of kilometres of distance what is supposed to happen? Honestly thinking is tiring him out. -Seishiri sends you the thumb-up emoji and throws his phone somewhere on his bed, pc already turned on to play the newest game. -But now a worm dug a hole in his head, making Seishiro thinks about the message and not at his ranking flopping; such a noob behavior. -He thinks about your soft thighs pressing his ears, your warmth enveloping his face… -Seishiro facepalms, fingers messaging his temples before brushing away some of his snow white hair strands away from his forehead. -He doesn't even notice he already dialed your number. -"Talk dirty." "What? Muddy pants? Sweaty shirts?" "Don't play dumb. It's all your fault if I can't concentrate now. And don't let me explain, it's bothersome." You chuckle at the other end. He can feel the mirth in your voice. "Sorry angel. You'll have to work if you want the prize." -He groans in annoyance, head thrown back. -It seems like Seishiro will have to break his "5 days doing nothing useful" streak.

[vandal-flower]

The Type of Boyfriend that Will...

Blue Lock boys that will...

Characters: Various.

Notes: Go ahead, interrogate me in my inbox.

Go to war for you

Had it not been for his soccer career, he'll enlist himself in the army just so he can go to war for you.

Other moments are where there is a cockroach in the room and decides to kill it for you. He might be the type to complain about it, but that doesn't stop him from getting the job done.

If you ever have an argument with a girl that might get physical, be prepared to see him put on a cheap wig just to brawl her for you. Or in some cases, there is no wig.

Annoying neighbours next door that won't shut up when you want to go to sleep. Don't worry, he's got you.

He kisses you goodbye as his battle on the pitch is soon to set, and reminds you to take care of the kids while he's gone. Said kids are the house plants and/or pets.

So, yes. He'll go to war for you.

Seishiro Nagi, Shouei Barou, Rensuke Kunigami, Itoshi Bros, Ryusei Shidou, Oliver Aiku... + your favourites.

Sacrifice himself for you

When I mean sacrifice, I mean sacrifice.

When mosquito season rolls in, he'll stay up all night just to prevent them from stinging you. You have to remind him that you bought the latest mosquito repellent, but that won't stop him.

He'll give you his charger, even if his phone is on the verge of dying. He'll give you the warmest blanket, even if he's freezing cold. He's willing to watch the scary scenes, so you don't have to.

You remind him that he does not have to do all these things for you, but he's too stubborn to even listen to you.

His teammates often tease him for his behaviour, but he takes it with the widest smile known to man.

If it means he has to jump in the pool, in winter, fully clothed, just to get your hair tie, he'll do it in a heart beat.

Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Rensuke Kunigami, Reo Mikage, Alexis Ness, Oliver Aiku... + your favourites.

Put his all for you

This man, could be the tiredest man on Earth, but he'll give his all to you.

He's too tired to cook, but you're hungry. Expect dinner in a few minutes. The store is closing in 3 minutes, give him 1 minute minimum. Nothing is stopping him.

You wonder how far he'll go to such lengths in order to satisfy your needs. Do remind him that he too should take a break. But do remember, there is a 50% he'll listen.

If you have not noticed, his love language is acts of service. He is your royal knight, your right hand man, the fanfic secretary you'll definitely get with. You know the drill.

He dedicates his goals to you as a way to say "I love you" on the pitch. And also as a way to say he's better than anyone else.

Yoichi Isagi, Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage, Shouei Barou, Rensuke Kunigami, Itoshi Bros, Michael Kaiser... + your favourites.

Stay with you

When times are tough, he's here with you.

If you wish to be held, he'll hold you. If you wish to have space, he'll give you space. If you want someone to rant to, his ears are wide open. You want a shoulder to cry on, have his it's dry.

He may or may not understand what you are going through, but the fact that he stays with you, shows that he cares.

There were times in his life where there was no one for him to run to. An experience he does not wish upon you, his lover.

If it means just gently rubbing your back, giving you something to eat, listening to your soft or loud cries. He'll do it.

As long as it means he's staying with you, so don't have to be alone like he was.

All of them. (For our peace of mind)

Hi.

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𓅨 Love in the Dark: Chapter Two

Love in the Dark: You discover an intense connection with an enigmatic dream lover, yearning for a love beyond physical appearances. As your encounters blur the lines between the waking world and the Dreaming, your grapple with the complexities of desire, friendship, and mortality. Can you truly love in the dark?

Warnings: Hot Make Out.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x NAMEDFem!Reader.

Word Count: ~2.5k

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You don't always spend your dreams within his arms. You know he is busy with his tasks in the Dreaming and often spent your free time with the denizens of the realm. It was ridiculous to think your free time consists of you not having sex. But alas, you can't fuck away your real life relationship woes with a dream or nightmare you've never actually seen. Even if he was the Adonis of your dreams.

Dreams. Hah! You snicker at yourself because was your Dream Lover anything but the Adonis of your dreams? Perhaps an Adonis with a personality, one you have come to adore and cherish. Yes, your Dream Lover is your best friend, closest confidant, and, well, your dream lover. And to think you had only wanted a friend to talk to! That effort has failed rather spectacularly.

"Kora!" At the call of your name, you look up to see Fēlix, the dream of luck and happiness, and your best friend during the night. The dream resembles a baby faced boy with gentle blue eyes and luscious blond hair you were jealous of the softness. That's were the humanness stops. While he has pale skin, all throughout his body glimmers gold, like someone has pat him down with gold leaf and it has stuck, firmly. Then there's the massive cardinal compass smack dab in the center of his chest that glows with golden ethereal light. It doesn't help that Fēlix only wore trousers and his fancy robe which never fully covers his chest.

Your dream best friend draws attention everywhere he goes both for his inhumanely beautiful looks and literally glowing warmth. Have you mentioned that his hair also seems to float around like it doesn't understand the concept of gravity? It is entirely unfair that your Dream Lover and your dream best friend are both cruelly beautiful and you are just you.

"Hey Fē," you greet, looking up from the bin of peaches you had been absentmindedly thinking over. You have a partially eaten one in your hand and the juices have long since ran down your palm to your wrist. Nothing that couldn't be licked clean later.

Fēlix beams, his smile bright enough to chase away any lingering shadows that occasionally haunt you for attention. Some nightmares were like needy puppies. "I thought you'd be with him tonight," he says, the compass on his chest glowing a bit brighter.

You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. "He's busy, I guess. Not every night is about us. Also, you don't need every detail of my night time sex life."

Fēlix's laughter rings out, melodic and infectious. "But that's why I'm friends with you! To get all the juicy moments of your mysterious tryst with whomever has captured your heart." You snort at him and he chuckles before continuing, "still the realist, I see."

"Someone has to be," you reply, a smirk tugging at your lips. You pluck a peach from the bin and toss it to him. He catches it effortlessly, his movements as fluid as a ballerina. He is perfect at everything and if you weren't acutely aware that he was made to be perfect, you would be raging with jealousy.

"Have you ever wondered what he looks like?" Fēlix asks, biting into the peach with relish. His head tilts and tuffs of blond hair float with the motion.

"Every night," you admit. "But it's part of our deal."

"Strange deal," he muses, wiping juice from his chin. "To love someone without ever seeing them."

You think about your dream lover's voice, how it wraps around you like velvet in the dark. Just like how his touch brings you such ecstasy. "Love doesn't need eyes," you say softly. "And this way vanity doesn't cloud our judgment.”

"Vanity doesn't cloud your judgement," Fēlix corrects you with smirk. "Your dream lover, however, is completely smitten."

"I know what I look like, Fē, he didn't make a vain choice." You say with a snort. Slowly moving away from the peaches and towards the fountain at the center of the market. You take a seat. "it's the only thing that brings me true happiness because in the waking world there is so much toxic vanity, you can never truly know who you are dating until they show their true colors."

Fēlix nods, thoughtful. "True enough. But curiosity is a powerful thing."

"I have my moments," you admit with a wry smile. "that's why you're friends with me, remember?"

"Oh no, I'm just here for the retelling of your spicy, passionate sex life." He chuckles in fake exaggeration before he sits beside you on the edge of the fountain. The water sparkles under the dream sky, casting shimmering reflections on both of you. "How's real life treating you?" he asks, voice falling gentle once more.

"Real life's... real," you say with a sigh. "Nothing magical about it."

"Then let's make this moment count," he suggests, holding up his half-eaten peach like a toast.

You touch your own peach against his and take a bite, savoring the sweetness that seems more intense here in the Dreaming.

As you savor the last bits of the peach's sweetness, Fēlix suddenly glances over his shoulder, his golden compass glowing a bit brighter. "Duty calls," he says, standing up with a reluctant sigh. "Dreamers need their luck."

"Of course," you say, watching him float away with a wave. His presence always feels like sunshine, even in the Dreaming's twilight. Looking down at your eaten peach, you watch in satisfaction as the pit dissolves in your fingers and golden sand floats up, only to disappear. Oh how you loved the magic of this realm!

You wander through the market, letting the surreal scenery of the Dreaming envelop you. Stalls burst with colors you can't name and scents that tug at long-forgotten memories. It never ceases to amaze you how vibrant and alive this place is. You pass by a quaint bed and breakfast nestled between two towering dreamscapes. The sign reads "The Slumbering Sanctuary." It's a cozy, ivy-covered building that radiates warmth. You hear commotion inside and decide to peek in.

"Help! Someone, please!"

You step inside to find a flurry of activity. Dreams shaped like fluttering sheets of parchment dart around, their faces etched with worry as they fret to and fro. You haven't seen such panicked dreams in ages.

"What's going on?" you ask one of them, who looks particularly harried.

"Oh, it's a disaster!" the dream exclaims, nearly colliding with you as it flits by, it's sheet billowing and wafting a pleasant scent of detergent. Freshly showered it seems. "We have a large number of guests arriving soon—more than we've ever had! And we're terribly understaffed because of the recent surge in mortal dreams."

You can see the chaos: beds unmade, tables unset, and dream dust settling on everything. The master of the realm had been gone for so long that the workload and bookings had slowed down to the point of no business. Now that the realm is thriving once more, the dreams look frazzled and overworked.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" you offer.

The flustered sheet pauses for a moment, considering your words. Then the edges of it's sheet begins to flap excitedly. "That would be wonderful! Could you help us prepare the rooms? We're so behind schedule."

"Of course," you say, rolling up your sleeves—well, metaphorically speaking since you're in the Dreaming and the clothes you wear have no sleeves. "Just point and I'll take care of it."

You dive into the whirlwind of activity, your hands busy smoothing bedspreads and fluffing pillows. The sheets whisper against your skin as you tuck them in, and the dream dust glows faintly in the soft light filtering through the windows.

"Thank you, thank you," one of the parchment-like dreams flutters around you, clearly relieved. "The guests will be here any moment."

"No problem," you reply, straightening up and surveying your work with satisfaction. "Just happy to help."

You move to the next room, your thoughts wandering to your dream lover. You wonder where he is tonight, what duties might be keeping him away from you. As you finish adjusting the final pillow, a soft breeze rustles through the room, carrying with it a familiar scent.

Before you can turn around, strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into the linen closet adjacent to the room. The door clicks shut behind you, plunging you into darkness.

"You greeted everyone but me, my love," his voice purrs in your ear, a low vibration that sends shivers down your spine.

"Busy night," you manage to say in a pathetic excuse, heart racing as his hands slide up your arms.

His touch sends electric currents through your skin, spreading need to every corner. "Not too busy for you," he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant hum that vibrates against your ear. "Since you so thoughtfully volunteered yourself.”

You shiver as his hands glide from your arms to your wrists, capturing them gently but firmly. He raises one of your hands to his lips, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. His lips part slightly, and you gasp when his tongue flicks out, tracing the line of dried peach juice from your wrist.

The sensation is intoxicating. His tongue is soft but insistent, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through you. He moves slowly, savoring every taste, as if the juice were a rare nectar. Your knees weaken as he works his way up from your wrist to the tips of your fingers.

When he reaches your fingertips, he takes each one into his mouth, sucking gently before releasing them with a soft pop. "You taste divine," he whispers against your skin, the words vibrating through you like a caress.

Your breath hitches as he moves to your other wrist, repeating the ritual with the same deliberate slowness. The darkness of the linen closet amplifies every touch, every sensation. His tongue dances along your skin, tracing patterns that make you dizzy with desire.

You close your eyes and let yourself sink into the feeling. His hands continue to roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a familiarity that makes you feel both vulnerable and cherished.

When he finally releases your wrists, you're trembling. You can feel his breath against your neck now, warm and inviting. "I missed you," he says softly, and there's an edge to his voice that makes your pulse quicken even more. His words were so weak, vulnerable even, yet filled with longing.

You open your mouth to respond but find that words have abandoned you. Instead, you reach out in the darkness, finding his face by touch alone. Your fingers trace the sharp lines of his jaw, the softness of his lips.

He captures one of your hands again, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each fingertip tenderly. "Let's not waste any more time," he murmurs against your skin.

His hands slide under your shirt, the heat of his palms igniting a fire on your skin. Each touch is deliberate, a slow exploration that leaves you breathless. He pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours in the confined space of the linen closet. The scent of him surrounds you, a heady mix of earth and something darker, more primal.

His lips find your neck, and you tilt your head back to give him better access. He kisses a path from your collarbone to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste you. You shudder, fingers gripping his shoulders for support as he continues his assault on your senses.

You feel his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs your name, the sound of it dripping like ecstasy. His hands move higher, fingers grazing the edge of your bra before slipping beneath it. You arch into his touch, craving more of the electric connection between you.

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth moving against yours with an urgency that leaves you dizzy. His tongue explores your mouth, tasting and teasing until you're gasping for breath. You respond with equal fervor, hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer.

His hands continue their journey beneath your clothing, tracing patterns on your skin that make you ache with need. When he finally cups your breasts, you moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. His thumbs circle your nipples through the fabric, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You can feel his desire pressing against you, hard and insistent. It mirrors your own longing, a need that has been building with every touch, every kiss. You break away from his mouth just long enough to catch your breath before diving back in, kissing him with a hunger that surprises even you.

You melt into his kiss, every nerve in your body electrified by his touch. His hands continue to explore, mapping out the contours of your body with a reverence that makes your heart ache. You lose yourself in the sensation, in the heat and darkness and the overwhelming need that pulses between you.

Time loses meaning in the Dreaming, each moment stretching out like a ribbon of desire. His kisses become more urgent, more insistent, and you respond with equal fervor. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against you.

But all too soon, the edges of your reality start to blur. You can feel the pull of the waking world, like a distant tug at the back of your mind. You break away from his mouth with a gasp, your forehead resting against his as you struggle to catch your breath.

"I don't want to wake up," you whisper, your voice tinged with desperation. "I want to stay here with you."

His hands cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tears that have begun to fall. "You have to wake up, Kora," he says softly, his voice filled with a sorrow that mirrors your own. "You are mortal. You have a life to live in the waking world."

You shake your head, pressing closer to him as if that could somehow anchor you here in the Dreaming. "But I'm only truly happy here," you confess. "The waking world is so... empty without you."

He kisses your forehead, a tender gesture that sends a fresh wave of longing through you. "I know," he murmurs against your skin. "But you have responsibilities there. People who care about you."

You close your eyes, trying to hold onto this moment for just a little longer. The scent of him surrounds you, grounding you even as reality begins to intrude. "I wish I could stay," you say softly.

"So do I," he replies, his voice heavy with regret. "But we will always have our nights together."

The room around you starts to dissolve, the dreamscape fading into the harsh light of morning. You cling to him for one last moment, memorizing the feel of his arms around you.

"I'll be waiting for you," he whispers as the world around you shifts and changes.

And then you're awake, lying in your bed with the morning light streaming through the window. The familiar ache of longing settles in your chest as reality crashes down around you.

Another day in the waking world begins, but all you can think about is returning to him tonight.

Date Published: 9/20/24

Last Edit: 9/20/24

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[ideas-4-stories]

It's fluff-o-clock!

Even though he has countless devoted followers and his crew has told him they'd rather die than leave him, Buggy feels alienated and left out when he has to go to social events outside of Karai Bari Island. You'd never know it - he still acts as overconfident and egotistical as he always does - but the whole time he can feel judging eyes on him. He knows they don't take him seriously. He's just the weird little pirate who got lucky, no special skills or insane amounts of power in sight. That's what he's convinced their thinking, at least.

Crocodile and Mihawk, who have grown quite skilled at detecting when their beloved clown is hiding behind a facade of bravado, call him to a meeting. The two of them know something is off the moment Buggy walks into the room, and after some questioning and piecing the puzzle together they're able to discern the truth. Neither of them say anything about it. They just move on to actual business in a way that lets Buggy know they do care but they need time to think.

Fast forward a month or so and Cross Guild has been invited to a party that all the most powerful pirates with the highest bounties will be at. Crocodile and Mihawk finally put their plan into action a few hours before the event. They "make" (those chosen would have done it regardless but our resident goths have a reputation to keep) some of Buggy's most trusted crew members help him get ready, putting his hair in an elaborate style and ensuring his makeup is flawless. Once they complete their task Croc and Hawk swoop in to take their place; they worked together to design an outfit for Buggy that's as "flashy" as he loves while still being fancy. As he finishes getting ready they present him with the final pieces - two label pins shaped like Crocodile's hook and Yoru. They chose pins so that Buggy could still wear all his finest jewelry while still having his boyfriend's claim on him clear for all to see.

Once they're at the party Crocodile and Mihawk never leave Buggy's side; in fact, they subtly turn any attention given to them towards the clown. "Your new cannonballs do sound very formidable, but Buggy could do twice the damage with a ball half the size." "What a fearsome sounding crew. I wonder if they would be enough to beat Buggy and his hundreds of followers." Little compliments sprinkled in the conversation to hype up the blue-haired man. Between Crocodile's social skills and Mihawk's sneakiness, nobody realizes they're spending far more time showing interest in Buggy than conversing with his more powerful partners. The clown actually feels truly confident and like he's being treated as (somewhat) of an equal for once.

At the end of the night they meet in Crocodile's room dressed in their sleep clothes. Buggy's put the two pins in a small box shaped like a treasure chest to show his partners how much he treasures their gifts. They've all settled down and are about to fall asleep when the clown mutters one final comment. "Thanks for being by my side tonight, but you guys know you're as flashily great as I am, right?" He's out before the two can think of a reply.

It's the depression and poor self-esteem the clown shouldn't have because it hinders people From what I've seen it's hard to be someone that many people can rely on them.

Wonder how long did it take for them to fully understand their clown? Probably around six months or less... Who knows 🤷 Anyway, I'm thinking they found a way to make sure Buggy doesn't know that they pieced the puzzle together. That would be cool.

A party that has some of the strongest pirates with the highest bounties... The Straw-hats will be there... Oh boy, that will be a weird conversation to have, won't it! Anyway, yes them being right beside Buggy. Just destroying other people's achievements for Buggy!

That is just so cute!!! Buggy being more confident in himself, acting more like he was when he was younger. Not hiding behind a mask. As well as looking his best, wearing pins that represent Mihawk and Crocodile are always so cute!!!

Buggy putting the pins in a box, that's probably one of his most favorite treasures is so cute!!!

[nocturius8015ficore]

**EDITED VERSION** 18th of October.

Nocturius: 4th Republic Commando fanfiction! This one is about Kal Skirata and the clones as children facing some difficulties on Kamino.

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Title: Growing up.

Fandom: Star Wars Republic Commando books by Karen Traviss

Characters: Kal Skirata, RC-8015 ''Fi'', Mij Gilamar

Rating: Family-friendly ** Fairly accessible to people who don’t know RepComm / alcohol consummation **

Topic: Growing up, clones, medical concern.

Pitch: RC-8015 ''Fi'' is a clone cadet who noticed some chronic pain for him and his squad. He decide to talk to his sergeant about that since he doesn't understand where it come from.

Like almost every night for the last three years, there was a thunderstorm outside. As a Cuy’var’dar, Sergeant Kal Skirata had his own quarters with a window showing the never ending wet hell.

Fierfek.

Skirata was sick of that dampness and his ankle wasn't in a forgiving mood. It seems the pain was echoing his own mood. He went over the cabinet to swill a mouthful of dry tihaar, a Mandalorian tongue-burning spirit.

Training 106 kids to be commandos and Nulls-Class special ops was hard. It took a lot of imagination to find new challenges to outsmart those little prodigies. No, not outsmart, let’s be honest, they were a lot smarter than him, to stimulate them to their full potential.

The really hard part was to keep day after day his composure and not let himself sink into the depressing thought of those kids having no future. They were blissfully ignorant of how the universe was unjust to them. The Sergeant was about to take another sip but got interrupted by a knock on the door.

‘’ Come in! ’’ he said.

He knew that was not the kaminiise, they would have communicated with him on the com before. They never come to his quarters anyway. A little boy entered the room. Even with universal blue fatigues and the standard haircut, Kal Skirata was able to tell apart each clone boy under his protection. That one usually had a wide cheerful grin on his face, but not this time. It was RC-8015, Fi. He had let the squads lads named themself. That was one of the only few ways he could let them express their individuality. This time, Fi wasn’t all smiles. He looked worried and distressed.

‘’ Sergeant Kal, I would like to talk to you about something. I’m sorry to disturb you. ’’

‘’ Sure, son. Sit there, help yourself in the drawer. ’’

The boy did what he said, but didn’t take a bite in the warra nuts bar yet. Which was worrying in itself. The clones were always hungry.

‘’ I… I’ve noticed that my brothers from Teroch and I feel the exact same pain in the chest, around the sternum area and the rib cage. Some nights, we have difficulty breathing because of it. There are also ligaments and muscles in the back of the legs and most of our joints. I know it’s not the training or musculoskeletal injuries. I’ve signaled it to the med-droid but the scans said our vital signs were normal. ‘’

Skirata shouldn't have been surprised to hear such advanced language from a 5 looking 10 years old boy, but he was. He stood up and walked to the boy and ruffled his hair affectionately.

‘’ Shabla tinnies, they can’t do their job properly, mh? Let me have a look, the old school way. ‘’

He indicated Fi to remove his shirt to inspect his chest and with his bare hands. He tried to feel some irregularities in the area the boy mentioned. Kal Skirata wasn’t even close to be a doctor, but he knew enough about medical stuff to recognize when things were wrong. Fi stayed very still, fully trusting the only human adult who had ever care of him.

‘’ If I push there? Does it hurt? ’’

‘’ A bit. ’’

‘’ Take a deep breath, does it hurt more? ’’

‘’ Yes .’’

The child was visibly in pain but he wasn’t acting to get attention. He knew him. He was the kind to hide it or literally laugh when getting himself in an accident. That was a goofy little one, not a whiny one. The kid was brutally honest with him, no masking, he deserved the truth.

‘’ I’ll be honest with you, Fi, I'm not sure what you have, but I will talk to my colleague Mij Gilamar, who is an actual medical doctor and ask around if it’s just your squad or all of you. Could be my fault for being too hard in the training or something else. We will find a solution. In the meantime, I’ll schedule you more swimming, ok? ’’

‘’ Ok, thanks Sergeant Kal! ’’

Fi hugged him spontaneously and put the whole warra nut bar in his mouth, winked and poorly articulated a goodbye as he left the room. Skirata couldn't repress a chuckle. They were so innocent. ***

The very next morning, Kal Skirata went to the Nulls quarters. They each had their own beds and some personal furniture. He insisted on that. He wanted to make clear they were no animals. Sadly he couldn't win the same level of comfort and intimacy for the commandos.

Without a word, all the 6 Nulls-Class gathered around him in a perfect line, waiting for instructions. They were usually pretty rebellious but not to Kal. He was Kal’buir for them. Their father.

‘’ Udesiir sons, I just want to talk with you about something. ’’

‘’ Is it something we have done, Kal?’’ said Ordo, the leader of the small group. The kid was looking at him with his anxious big eyes.’’

‘’ Of course not, ad’ika. I want to ask you something personal. Do you have chest and leg pain? Especially at night? ‘’

The little boys turned to each other and in a same voice they answered yes. Skirata felt his heart sank.

‘’ Why have you never told me that before? ’’

‘’ We didn’t want to bother you with that, Kal’buir, it’s only because we are growing too fast. I’ve looked on the holonet, there is nothing we can do about it.’’ said Kom’rk, the Null was already very versed into hacking the kaminoan firewalls to access off-world intel.

‘’ Well, I will find something. Next time, you talk to me about any unusual stuff happening to you, alright? We can’t trust the med-droids even less some aruetiise on the holonet to make a diagnosis about you. You are too unique!

‘’ Yes Kal! ’’ they said in unison.

Soon after his quick meeting with the Nulls, the Sergeant went to his friend and other Cuy’val’dar, Mij Gilamar. After telling him in detail Fi’s perspective, he actually laughs.

‘‘ Your boy, Fi. You should bring him to me in a few weeks. His observations were pretty keen. He would make a terrific medic. ‘’

‘’ Yeah, I’ve noticed it. I was planning to make him a sniper but I think he might wear both hats real fine. Actually, I plan to teach all my boys some field medic skills like yours ’’.

‘’ Common sense, really. About the growing pains, that was highly expected but I understand you didn’t guess osik, you are on head shorter than anyone here.’’

‘’ Funny, ner vod. ’’ he said sarcastically. ‘’ But there is truly nothing we can do about it?’’

‘’ Well, not really. And it’s gonna get worse when they hit puberty. ’’

‘’ Fierfek. ’’

Somehow, his brain almost forgot that this growth stage was about to start and will be very difficult to handle indeed.

‘’ Will… they grow normally? I mean, twice as fast, but about their… ’’

‘’ I know what you mean Kal, I’ve thought about it too. I don’t know the details of the aiwha-baits meddling with their genomes and hormones, but they seem to have everything we have, but stronger, faster and it’s not gonna be easy for any of us. They needed to keep the testosterone level accurate for max aggression as soldiers.’’

‘’ It’s gonna be a shabla nightmare for all of them. We’ll need to have a talk. Serious one.’’

‘’ We have about four or five months ahead, but you are right. I’m gonna get in touch with the others. There is no way the flashtraining is covering that. We’ll have to talk about it ourselves. I’ll be on it, don't worry. ’’

Gilamar and Skirata stayed silent for a moment. They were both worried, but the doctor suddenly had an idea.

‘’ I think we can teach them self-massaging. ’’

‘’ What?! ‘’

‘’ Not that, di’ikut. For the legs and chest pain. Therapeutic deep tissue massage. Releasing tension they accumulate during the day. Stretching the muscles and ligaments. Bring the boy tomorrow. If it works, we will teach it to all of them.

In the early afternoon Skirata and Fi came to Gilamar’s medical office. The cadet didn’t show a lot of nervousness but was very curious about the non-kaminoan medical equipment there. The doctor showed on a holoprojector some mix of basic theory about chiropractic, physiotherapy, osteopathy and other less known non standard, or archaic medical procedures for a week. The next one, he began to train them with some practical exercises.

At first, Kal Skirata was unsure about how to perform some spinal adjustments but got the general idea. Fi on the other hand, was very good. The boy took his time and did things with astounding dexterity. He even did some little miracle with his ankle.

The boy would be a great medic, he thought. Could have the potential to be a surgeon with that precision, his sensibility and attention to the surroundings… or a musician, thinking of it. If he would have had the opportunity to choose but that was impossible. Sniper/medic was the only option.

‘’ You got it better than I, son. I'm proud of you! ‘’ he said, moving his feet like a new one. ‘’ Do you think you might be able to teach it to your squad? ’’ the child smiled widely.

‘’ Of course Sergeant! Already did! ‘’

‘’ Oh great, we will cascade-training the other squads under my care then .’’

‘’ Really? I’m gonna meet the other squads? Can’t wait to make new friends! ’’ his face illuminated.

‘’ Just for a couple of days, but yes.’’

Skirata felt sad about it, squads were isolated from each other most of the time, except for some competitive training. The program for commandos required it. Will those boys ever have a normal social life? What would happen after their training when they will see the civilian world?

Meet ordinary people. Meet women.

That night, Skirata thought he might sleep better without his ankle pain but he actually felt worse. He took the bottle of tihaar and drank its contents till he passed out.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 13 reasons why Dark is the best character

I need to make a follow up to that "Blue's 13th reason comic" lmfao.

Dark is just a master at obliterating people I love him.

Vaati still has a lingering piece of Zelda's soul from Minish Cap...Makes his seemingly infinite life make more sense. Also why he survived a blast from our current Zelda.

And again: Dark isn't saying this from a place of "This is what Dark Link thinks of Vaati"

He's just saying what Vaati FEELS about himself already. X'D

Vaati is insecure as HELL.

What Dark ACTUALLY feels: He finds Vaati sporadically interesting but overwelmingly boring as hell.

"I wonder what Vio's up too..." Dark you simping freak

and as if on que his hair gets more purple as he ponders if he should make it such. XDDDD

Vaati's gotta come to terms with the idea he made a huge mistake with this curse.

Vaati, please stop physically abusing Dark.

Dark might have ACTUALLY gotten angry at Vaati with that 2nd panel.

Dark can just...poof. Assumably into the headspace.

Vaati reveals a horrifying truth about Dark: He's not SUPOSED to be able to read HIS OWN emotions. But can.

Oops.

Mistakes were made. UwU

...Uh Dark...Having a moment of self reflection?

Like it's pretty obvious he's speaking how he feels about himself to some degree through Vio's emotions.

Dark also casually forgets he has all the context he could ever want via everyone's emotions he can read's memories...

He's talking to Vio here without directly speaking to him which is...funny.

It's funny he continues to label Vio as "Smart" and wishes Vio would give him answers to things.

Dark cuts himself off before he expresses how he feels about Vaati's behavior. Most of what you glen about Dark's feelings on stuff is through context clues.

On some level he WANTS Vaati to be happy but he just can't achieve it and it's making Dark feel...a certain type of way, considering he calls Vaati "Annoying" it seems Dark is feeling annoyed and exasperated with Vaati at this point.

He even compares Vaati to Blue but justifies Blue's anger with "At least he can't control it".

And then he ponders on who's having those thoughts about Blue. XD

It must be very confusing to be an entity constantly scanning and feeling other's emotions to fully understand your own.

His reaction to Green is very funny because he's 100% copying how Blue responded to Green's behavior towards him...Also we know Vio and Green are CLOSE so his response to blush at the deeper thinking about Green isn't surprising. XD

Him whining and kicking that he "Wants to get hugs in bed too" is a direct reference to Green comforting Vio after the Shadow Link debacle while in bed together lmfao. Who's position he wants to be in exactly, Green or Vio's is left open.

I swear the further we got into this comic the more people got utterly confused by Dark's character.

He's complicated.

I think a question to ask: Why is Dark eating flowers?

For a few reasons: Him eating the flower here is meant to be funny, it's such a bad choice that results in him coughing up pollen and crying.

Alt answer: Flowers are beautiful symbols of innocence, purity.

And our villain for the evening is EATING them. literally consuming, destroying and in general just not caring about them. XD

Him eating something he's not supposed to also just shows he doesn't have the understanding some of the other characters do.

He remembers he has smth to do.

He mildly wonders if Shadow and Vio are gonna kiss and then gets...angry...at the hug that's happening.

Sitting back down and sighing.

Which, his breath is still got pollen in it. XD

Our boy got jealousy DLC.

Symbolism~

GO BRRRRRR

The cloak Shadow is wearing to shield himself from the sun has a Greudo pattern on it.

You can either take this as a flashback to him looking around the area he dropped Green in or a Gannon memory take your pick.

"Shadow, your Gannon is showing." sums up this entire page.

Dark's also sitting over there, seething. Lmfao. You can tell he's pissed.

Heheehhehehhe

Okay reason the flashback was shown to Vio not saying sorry:

Makes his apology mean way more here with context.

Rewriting Shadow's death meant a few things:

I could make it feel more "unfinished" because...The sequel is right here lmfao.

It wraps up in a nice pretty bow because: Holy shit we have two volumes and we can't make the audience feel TOO bad lmfao. We got Gannon to fight still.

Lol Vio's so emotionally constipated.

Fun note about Vio: he hasn't cried at all in this comic despite getting very close. XD

in OG FS He only cried when he got his foot almost broke. I just like to think it's hard to get him to cry.

Shadow was not expecting an apology.

Hah. He was mad at the fire temple...OBVIOUSLY after the attempted murder lmao. But he's over it Vio. Totally. It doesn't bother him at allllllll-

Shadow's question's a fair one to ask lol.

HONESTY FINALLY. VIO FUCK. IT'S TAKEN YOU THIS LONG!

Things to note: Vio's method of "I can only rely on myself" lined up with Link's original ideals at the start of the manga TILL he literally couldn't do it by himself anymore.

Which...Was interrupted because of stupid reasons lol.

I really wish Vio's plan of working alone and how that ultimately FAILED was centered on Vio's fucking up. But he was messed up by TINGLE. And Vio's response to him being ANGER. Impatience isn't exactly a character trait Vio needed to grapple with before that point, and ironically: Someone ELSE fucked up Vio's plan.

Which still feeds back into "Other people fuck up what I'm doing"

Which had nothing to do with Vio's arc of learning he can't work alone. Vio would have killed Vaati and Shadow if TINGLE hasn't shown up. Like...Idk I wish somehow Vio would have messed up revealing he needs the other 3.

Idk how to describe Tingle being the thing that fucks up Vio's plan feeling cheap to me. Like I can't quite articulate why that annoys me to the degree I'd like to. It feels so "Comedic" and out of place for what the tone and vibe we were going for, doesn't feed back into his arc of learning to work with others, (Vio is the MOST stubborn in this area story wise.)

Anyway back to FSR and the dialogue in it:

Vio just vents his frustrations working with the other 3.

Vio's "I'll give us a 50/50 chance" is a sign of his pessimism (At least in the translation lol.)

He just wanted to save Zelda, which is a goal they all inherently shared and was the thing that brought all four together.

...Zelda's fine...so they don't HAVE THAT anymore as a motivator lol. Like in general they don't have a REASON to be the four heroes and not just Link right now. So their unifying goal doesn't exist at present.

Haha okay we as humans who DON'T split into four people wouldn't understand this struggle...But

"Who the hell is Vio actually" is a reasonable question.

I stand by he's a character you gotta make a LOT of assumtions about.

He lies most of the manga or just doesn't state how he feels.

The four being so removed from Link after their journey as people is smth else I like the idea of.

Like at what point do they stop being Link and their new personalities begin? How much of Link is in all of them?

For Vio I surmise: Not much.

Art wise: Vio's bug eyes were a request to keep in from @james-p-sullivan who reads these in advanced often. XD

In the 3rd panel: You can actually see Dark's hand on Vio's shoulder hehehe.

Freakin' the goopy ass face is representivie of a few things:

Vio's identity is literally suphocating and non existent at the same time.

He has, NO FUCKING CLUE WHO HE IS.

But also, the identity of Link weighs so heavily on him and he cannot escape that he doesn't line up with it.

...This panel lines up REALLY WELL with what Shadow saw Vio as in the mirror.

They reflect on this moment in a very similar way considering all the context they BOTH have.

Vio would have KILLED HIM there.

Anyways, Shadow laughing his ass of at Vio being genuine was smth I was gonna implement way earlier in the conversation.

I don't see it as Shadow being mean on purpose. Their entire situation is ludicrous and insane.

They're both stressed out and emotional.

Shadow cracked in the way of laughing.

Lol Shadow could never be sure Vio just wasn't being cruel to him. Ouch.

Tho considering his relationships with Vaati and Gannon: He's used to being treated this way.

Hehehehe. Song quote go BRRRR.

It's from:

"I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - From The Gallows"

Because I defy you to listen to that and not hear Shadow singing to Vio.

If you're curious:

Band wise I associate FSR with songs from Artic Monkeys, IDKHOW, The Hoosiers, Conan Gray, Gorllaz, and Hozier just to name a few.

Dark Link specifically here's some recommendations:

Christmas Kids, Haunted House, and Digital silence.

Anyway, Shadow's promise. It's nice.

Shadow's comment about hurling them both in lava is so awful but it gets Vio to make THAT FACE.

That face is hilarious.

Shadow just wants to move on, to his detriment lol.

Buddy there's a lot you guys still need to work on.

Vio you're gonna get kisses.

His response here to just vigorously pat Shadow's face is hilarious.

Vio...gasps...Acknowledges his mistakes.

Not so subtly admits he was running from his issues by being Link for so long...which just caused MORE issues...

Shadow comforting him is just nice. I like them.

Hah. He still wants to be Link...

Smth to consider: It's not like Shadow could TELL Link there was no Gannon in that sword lol.

The Master sword being brought up is just funny. Because the CHANCE they had to pull a different sword and not free Vaati was an option...Lol.

Shadow's obvious nervous face at the idea of the Master Sword is pretty telling imo.

Shadow asking what Link/Vio would do after they're whole again just to conform:

Yes Vio 100% still wants to be Link rn. He just accepts putting off splitting was a bad idea.

Hey he's learning.

Vio acknowledges trying to just shove the sword back at this point is stupid as hell, also that he needs to apologize to the other 3.

Shadow being in Vio's court for his emotional turmoil is just nice. Vio can actually rely on him, and as we've pointed out they have similarities.

Hehehe...He's BOTHERED.

Vio hasn't been alone, like TRUELY ALONE in 7 years so his hesitance to let Shadow leave for a sec makes sense.

Huh so he DOES remember he has the triforce of power and just isn't saying anything...Alright.

He's got a friend waiting for him outside.

Idk what he EXPECTED this night to be like but, considering how fucked everything has been who really knew how this would all go.

I just wanna point out how fun dialogue wise Dark can be.

Bro just starts this conversation in a way that makes no sense.

Like, no introduction no sense of them not knowing each other is given cause HE knows who Shadow Link is.

Shadow Link has no fucking clue who Dark is and has never seen him before but Dark knows Shadow pretty well at this point so doesn't really act like they've never met.

Also: Dark sat outside picking flowers because Vaati's vague instructions of "Go away" wasn't very specific.

Dark continuing to eat flowers despite choking on pollen shows he really just does not care about his own safetey lmfao.

Reasonably: Shadow's fucking flabbergasted by this weirdo.

One of my favorite visual details is how Dark put a flower in his hair which I'll get more into in a moment.

Dark continues to let his actual personality slip a little through his dialogue: he says Shadow Link "has so much" but "So much" in comparason to who?

Reasonable answer: It's Dark.

Showing Dark's jealous of what Shadow's obtained in terms of life/character development.

Dark's already becoming unsatisfied with his life and situation it seems seeing what Shadow and the Links have.

Dialogue wise: Dark says a LOT here that he REASONABLY shouldn't know if he were normal so from Shadow's perspective here's things Dark shouldn't know but does:

He states he knows Shadow Link is "The Demon King" and considers Shadow a liar for not saying anything about it.

He seems to have further knowledge on the dynamics between everyone with how he describes Shadow "Taking" Vio from everyone.

Shadow instantly recognizes this guy as a demon, which is all he knows about this dude at the moment. The imbalance of information is staggering.

Okay visual motif to keep in mind: Dark's physically mimicking Shadow Link in these pages.

His hair turns a diffrent shade of Purple, one matching Shadow's way more than Vio's.

Vio's being more blue undertoned and Shadow's being red undertoned respectively.

Smth I've stated about Dark before: His teeth are flat typically but they are sharp in panels 1-2 here.

Talk about the flower time:

Dark looked very cute and sweet with the flower in his hair, but it drops off his head the second he states with full certainty Shadow Link is NOT fine.

Dark's childish mocking of Shadow's insistence everything's fine really cements the dude as seeing through everyone.

Dark's creepypasta expressions seem to jar Shadow cause he takes a step back from him lmao.

Smth I've seen people bring up "Is Dark making creepy faces on purpose or is that just his face"

Is a hilarious question to me to think about.

Personally: I just think it makes him more visually distinct from the others. In a comic where everyone's a Link and therefor have very similar faces having a character who has no bounds to how "unattractive" their face can look is really fun. Shadow gets to do this as well but to a lesser degree I feel.

Design notes for Dark's creepy expressions:

Mouth needs to be waaaaay to wide if he smiles. Teeth typically need to be human with too much detail. Human teeth are uncanny and uncomfortable to most. A similar creepy vibe can be used if his teeth are just, not there. Pitch black mouth looks creepy depending on how you use it. Pupils: Blown the fuck out. The white being in the center gives a "Camera" look that personally creeps me out lmao.

His features in general can just contort in a way that are unnatural. His eyes going way to large, squinting like in panel 4 here being weirdly squished.

My personal brand of Dark Link face horror: Uncanny valley.

Back to the comic itself:

Dark laughing at Shadow questioning who he is is pretty funny since you can almost assume Dark assumes Shadow knows who he is already since he doesn't answer the question.

Dark often talks like the person he's talking too isn't even responding or their responses don't matter.

Since he doesn't bother letting Shadow respond to HIS question "Why'd you lie"

instead making up his own idea why Shadow isn't telling the truth which...isn't fully off. XD

Dark's assumption Shadow wants people to like him is pretty on the money.

Visual wise:

Dark hugs himself here and then makes a face very reminiscent of the one Shadow made after he flung that sword at Blue.

Dark lets his jealousy slip once again. He says "other people" but you know he's talking about himself when he says "Other people want to hang out with Vio too"

Shadow takes great offence to him stating very plainly "I like him too you know..."

Shadow tries to stay focused but considering this entire nonsensical interaction it's hard to pick what to focus on XDDD

Dark not so subtly eats a flower while staring directly at Shadow Link while blushing.

What I intended from these two panels is that Dark is gauging Shadow's response to him eating the flower since Vaati responded very poorly to him doing that lmfao.

Shadow doesn't respond at all to him eating the flower (Likely not knowing what the fuck you do with those either X'D)

Smth to note: Dark Link doesn't look QUITE like Link. He's different enough for Shadow to just say he "Kind of" looks like Link. This is a comic with same face syndrome everywhere so if you're thinking from an IRL situation:

If they were live actors Dark would be played by a completely different actor than Link if you catch my drift. Vaguely look alike but not quite.

Since Shadow's not responding to his crap, Dark switches to focusing on his hands. Which he changes his nails to match Shadow Link's.

Shadow's figured Dark out at this point, asking point blank if Dark was the entity Vio spoke too.

At the time Shadow assumed Vio wasn't talking to anyone/anything in particular but since Dark's made his presence known the ability to assume is there.

Okay I don't remember if I've gone into this on tumblr at all:

Dark tends to use honorifics to fuck with people.

If you've ever wondered why he sometimes calls Vaati "Master" it's because that's what Vaati called Elzo.

Here, he's calling Shadow Link "Your highness" and "King" because he knows it bothers the absolute fuck out of him.

Because despite being mostly blank slate: Dark has a personality and it shines through in how he has no TRUE respect for ANYONE.

Sticking his tongue out while making THAT FACE at Shadows prodding about Vio.

Dark continues to let his true personality show: HE LAZY.

Okay not really, but he doesn't WANT to be doing work right now and chastises Shadow for not doing his job while Dark has to work. Showing he's jealous of Shadow's ability just to do fuck all.

Dark visually circling Shadow Link like an orca matches with how he's the meanest most sadistic behavioral wise fucker in the comic at the moment. He even matches orcas in color scheme sooo-

Motifs motifs: Dark touches people way to much lmao. He has no personal space boundaries.

This whole interaction makes me laugh because it's so silly.

Dark just, hugs Shadow Link no warning and Shadow has no idea how to begin responding to that shit.

He always initiated hugs and physical touch in the flashbacks with Vio, to an extent, that's STILL how it is. So Dark initiating hugs while saying incredibly mind fuck shit is just the kind of dichotomy between Dark's words and actions that make him a fun character.

Smth to note: The "ineffectual" line Dark's referring too is smth the ORIGINAL PIG GANNON said. Not Shadow Link. Dark seems to think they are 100% the same person with no separation.

Which either implies Dark would act this way around Gannon, or just knows he can mostly get away with this behavior around Shadow Link due to what he's seen of him.

His line about Shadow "Wearing the skin of Link" really pisses Shadow off since: This is just Shadow's identity lmfao.

Dark is objectively wrong in his assumptions as Shadow lived his whole life assuming he WAS just Link's shadow.

More mimic fuckery:

Shadow's pissed off so Dark mimics his pissed off nature.

The punch was so ineffective that Shadow's not even sure if it hurt by the "?!?" after his "OW!" XD

He threw that punch by the way BECAUSE Shadow pushed him. Dark just made him hurt the same way he hurt him.

Dark throws a temper tantrum and the aftermath of said temper tantrum is one of my favorite shows of his character so stay tuned for that.

Freakin' reached the image limit on this post.

[sc-passions-and-pastimes]

DAY 4 REVEALS

Let me play among the stars [Patrick Brewer/David Rose, Stevie Budd & David Rose - G - 7588]

To be honest, David finds it hard to believe the guy on the screen right now could be persuaded to go through with a spray tan, nevermind be sewn into a skin-tight sparkly shirt and take a step onto a dancefloor. With his neat blue button-down and cropped hair, his whole look seems contrived to be as boy-next-door, soccer-mom friendly as possible.

David Rose has been a pro dancer on Dancing With The Stars for twelve seasons, but the mirrorball trophy has always been elusive. Will his new partner finally be the one to lift it with him?

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TFTC [Patrick Brewer/David Rose - T - 5,615]

When David spots several people acting strangely in front of the store, his curiosity - and suspicions - are raised. Patrick goes to investigate and in the process discovers a new hobby. David doesn't fully understand it but hey, his husband is cute when he's excited. "They’re everywhere. In the countryside, in small towns…” Patrick turns the phone around, pinches the map and then shows it to David. This time it’s a city on the screen, littered with many more green dots. “They’re in the cities too. Apparently there’s one nearby our store, recently set up. Which would explain the groups of people you’ve noticed. They were all looking for it.”

“Lots of people go looking for Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster as well. That doesn’t mean it’s not a huge waste of time.”

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Very Sportsmanlike Conduct [Patrick Brewer/David Rose - 4 - 4,538]

David likes audiobooks. Patrick likes hockey. What happens when you combine the two?

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Paper [Patrick Brewer/David Rose - G - 3,304]

He started laying everything all over the coffee table. Then he laid out more pieces of scrapbook paper on the ground and started organizing pictures, stickers and other little trinkets on each page. Yes, this was turning out to be a bigger undertaking than he first thought it would; but he was loving how everything was turning out so far.

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NOTE TO CREATORS: If your work is part of today’s reveals, please update the posting date of the work to today’s date so it shows up fresh in the AO3 feed.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 33 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Home - Kao

Fortunately, the casualties sustained in the attack were relatively low due to Cyrus's quick response and the regular attack drills he made his warriors practice.

He doesn't accept praise of any kind for it, though, which is so him.

Not that I've gotten to see much of him lately.

I feel stupid and childish for crying and running off like I did.

I keep trying to find the right moment to talk things over with him but I chicken out every time.

I can tell he wants to talk to me as well but it's like whenever we're in proximity of each other Beau's pipsqueak ass has to barge in and cling onto Cyrus like a pest.

I've witnessed the awkward shake-off Cyrus does of the tiny omega multiple times by now, ever the gentle giant as he removes Beau from himself.

I understand that it's how Juliet raised him, not to lay a hand on omegas, but I wouldn't mind if he gave Beau a good smack at least once.

If he doesn't, I will soon enough.

The other day Beau was babbling on and on about how scared he was during the attack, nearly hanging off of Cyrus's arm.

"Oh, I was so worried for you, Cyrus but I just knew the Moon Goddess would bring you back to me, safe and sound," he batted his ridiculously curled lashes up at my Alpha and I swear I could have strangled him.

Morgan's been healing well, with Xavier refusing to leave his side.

The two newly established love birds can't keep their hands off each other.

Take it from me, who had to be there when the nurse advised them to avoid certain activities until Morgan was fully recovered.

From the mischievous giggle my friend emitted as Xavier covered his face in embarrassment, they totally fucked in that hospital bed.

The wounds Morgan sustained are thankfully not on his lower half.

Despite things looking up, I can't shake the feeling that I'm forgetting something about the attack.

I could have sworn there was something that didn't sit right with me but I can't for the life of me recall what it was.

I know that an alliance that the attacking Pack held with the Blood Pack unsettled me as well but this wasn't about that.

I sigh, brushing a golden curl out of Oliver's face as he sleeps soundly beside me.

He's almost nine already, having grown several inches since we arrived in this pack.

My baby boy.

He looks so peaceful like this.

No one would guess the horrors that he's been through.

I often spend my nights like this, relenting insomnia keeping me awake.

It's like my nerves haven't settled ever since the attack.

Being away from my mate certainly hasn't helped.

I keep remembering the regret, the pain flashing in his eyes as I started to cry but then I remember how he'd shouted, cursed at me.

Is all I am to him really an 'insolent brat' that he's drawn to solely because of our mate bond?

It's harrowing to even consider.

I drift off to sleep with these worries swirling around my mind, sure to plague my dreams.

********

I am on a battlefield.

It's deserted but the debris of the fight litters the ground, fallen warriors at every turn.

I'm overcome with horror, the feeling coiling in my gut and nearly consuming me.

Where is he?

Where is he?

I run from corpse to corpse, flipping them over or swiping their hair from their face, praying to the Moon Goddess above that my mate's icy blue eyes will not be revealed.

He can't be among the fallen.

With each dead body I go through, the dread inside me deepens.

I reach the last warrior, my heart seizing as I take in the male's large size and dark hair.

No. No no no no no no.

I sink to my knees at his side.

I turn the head that feels all too familiar, revealing the slack face of my mate as he stares lifelessly up at the sky.

Gone.

Taken from me.

There's blood.

So much blood.

My hands are covered in it as I lay them on his wounded chest.

I scream.

I scream and scream and scream, agony becoming the only thing I know and will ever know.

********

I gasp, awakening covered in sweat as tremors wrack my body.

I blink away a few stray tears, desperately trying to ground myself as the image of a dead Cyrus replays over and over in my mind.

Perhaps this deep-rooted fear of losing someone I care for so deeply is what made me disobey him during the attack.

I felt useless standing by while he was out there, prepared to risk his life for my and everyone else's safety.

I don't think that I could ever forgive myself if he died in battle while I didn't lift a finger to help his cause, to fight for the same thing as he but sneaking out backfired brutally.

Although I don't regret saving that young Alpha, I understand that I acted rashly and upset my mate.

I forgot that he is the Alpha here and has done so much to protect me, yet I threw all his efforts out the window because I stupidly wanted to 'prove' myself.

All I've proved is that he can't trust me with my own safety.

I can't do this any longer.

The avoidance, the unsettled tension between us.

I miss him so much it's killing me.

[sonicasura]

Traveller's Guardian Nightmare: Night and Hyrule

The second set of headcanons for our dear fairy boy! It's a two in one as I'll be going over Night(Nightmare Luffy) too. Any Night(🌃) or Hyrule(🧚) centric headcanon will be marked with these respective emojis.

You know those siblings who have take care of each other's weaknesses and chores? That's Hyrule with Night right there. Whenever they travel or live in a house, both have a chore list.

🌃 Night can actually cook! He handles all the meals as Hyrule just burns water. Night collects recipes and has a homemade cookbook. He will eat any meal Hyrule makes even if its both burn but also raw at the same time.

They always sleep next to each other, no exceptions as it makes them feel safe. If Night is in his true form, then he either sleeps on his back with Hyrule on top of him or in the big spoon position. Otherwise they hold each other in swapped positions.

Hyrule takes advantage of Night's size to hang on his shoulders or head like a koala. If they need to climb steep cliffs, then the shadow handles the climbing with his brother safely secured. Since his body is rubberlike, he can absorb any impact from a potential fall and keep Hyrule safe.

🧚 Hyrule likes to give gifts to Night. Pretty flowers, shiny gems and even finding fantastic sightseeing spots. He wants to make sure his big shadow brother know he's appreciated for everything.

They both goof around with Night's rubber abilities. Making scary faces even freakier, play games like jump rope or come up with new ways to traverse places. The Gum Gum UFO is probably the funniest technique both Hyrule and Night ever invented.

Training happens quite often with the duo. Night teaches Hyrule various sword and bow techniques that ingrained into his original incarnation. Our Traveller helps the shadow understand magic more but also a few techniques of his own.

🌃 Night sometimes has dreams about his original incarnation. Adventures he never fully experienced but feels too real to be fake. It always makes him wonder about the real person that was once blanketed by his shadowy visage.

Hyrule and Night like to try different things together like new outfits. Both had once dressed up as each other although the shadow had to keep his brother from dying himself blue. Night often alters his Hylian appearance to look like Hyrule albeit with black hair. Twinsies!

🧚 Hyrule was given Night's straw hat! Our fairy boy wears it whenever he can and does his absolute to keep the hat in good condition. He asked Fable(his Zelda) to teach him how to sew and knit so he'll be able to repair. Most likely to punch someone for touching his straw hat without permission.

Hyrule and Night fight in perfect harmony. Both can devastate their opponents with amazing team attacks or counter strikes meant for the other. Their bond is so powerful that they can fuse together to become Elysium, a shadow like Great Fairy who can weave light and darkness to aid him.

Once the Chain found out about Night, both brothers were instantly protective of each other. Nearly everyone was practically walking on eggshells as upsetting one sibling angers the other. Four however is the exception as Night admitted Hyrule could trust him. (I wonder why.)

It takes AWHILE for the Chain to not only patch things up with Hyrule but also trust Night(Luffy to them as only Hyrule can call the shadow his nickname). In order: Four, Twilight, Wild, Wind, Time, Legend, Sky, Warriors. Both brothers don't isolate themselves from the group anymore.

🌃 Night often ponders about the shadow or Dark Link. He doesn't believe all these events where orchestrated by Dink but someone else. The fragments of the shadow used to make him feels the same way.

Shenanigans of two become shenanigans for five. Wind, Wild and Sky get into chaos very often with the two brothers. None of them are allowed to be alone together after the 'Gum Gum Fireworks' incident.

🧚 Hyrule often feels like he is 'out of place' with the Chain. The man is just a simple half fae traveller who has a guardian shadow. It gets worse when a Link discusses something he isn't familiar with yet everyone else doesn't feel loss like he is.

Night and Hyrule do become protective of the Chain once the remaining tension is gone. If one or more Links decide to join the brothers for a nap then they're welcomed. Even when the time comes for everyone to go their separate paths, Hyrule and Night will make it rememberable.

That's it for now! Make sure to vote in the polls right here! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule!

[thebluelemontree]

Hello Blue ☺️ I was listening to a podcast on the TWOW Alayne chapter the other day, and the host said that when Sweetrobin complained that Harry was waiting for him to die and Sansa dismissed him, she was in fact gaslighting him. Now I don’t necessarily agree with the term used, but Sansa is aware that LF is planning to marry her to Harry and announce her identity when (and not if) Sweetrobin dies. Sansa is a layperson and may not fully understand the cumulative effects of sweetsleep, but I struggle to understand how she hasn’t realised that the success of LF’s plans hinge on the imminent death of SR. Do you think this is a case of Sansa shoving troubling thoughts aside? SR telling her that Harry is waiting for him to die should have rung some alarm bells but Sansa acted (in her thoughts, as well) as if SR was unreasonable. What gives?

Lawd, if that isn't a word that the internet learned and ain't shut up about since. I'm with you, anon. That term does not apply here. Sansa was already told a long time ago of her cousin's condition, likely by her mother who visited when he was one year old. And Lysa confirms this herself: "... How would you like to marry your cousin, the Lord Robert?"

The thought made Sansa weary. All she knew of Robert Arryn was that he was a little boy, and sickly. It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. But lying came easy to her now. "I . . . can scarcely wait to meet him, my lady. But he is still a child, is he not?"

"He is eight. And not robust... " -- Sansa VI, ASOS.

The infant and child mortality rate in Westeros is very high. People are aware of the signs that a child may not live to adulthood. Sansa doesn't get the idea that Robert is meant to die from Littlefinger's plot to wed Harry. Nor from the sweetsleep, which she has every reason to think at this point is maester-prescribed medicine for his shaking sickness. She has seen with her own eyes how weak and frail he is after he has an episode. She thinks he isn't going to survive much past eight because literally, everyone in the Vale thinks that.

Furthermore, Littlefinger never told her of any plan to hasten Robert's death prematurely. He spoke only of waiting for natural causes to take him:

Her eyes widened. "He is not Lady Waynwood's heir. He's Robert's heir. If Robert were to die . . ."

Petyr arched an eyebrow. "When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time..." -- Alayne II, AFFC.

Further-furthermore, I bet anything they left out mentioning this part from the TWOW chapter:

"He does have pretty hair. If the gods are good and he lives long enough to wed, his wife will admire his hair, surely. That much she will love about him."

If Sansa is in on any plot to kill him, how does this thought about hoping the gods will let him live so he can grow up and marry someone who will love him make sense? That's right. It doesn't. So let's look at the conversation in question: "I hate that Harry," Sweetrobin said when she was gone. "He calls me cousin, but he's just waiting for me to die so he can take the Eyrie. He thinks I don't know, but I do."

"Your lordship should not believe such nonsense," Alayne said. "I'm sure Ser Harrold loves you well." And if the gods are good, he will love me too. Her tummy gave a little flutter.

Sadly, even Sweetrobin is well-aware of his own mortality. This passage also shows he's not stupid or naive on this matter. He already understands what his death would mean and how his heir will benefit, whether Harry loves him or not. I don't know what people expect Sansa to do here. Have a frank conversation with an already anxiety-ridden 8/9-year-old about the likelihood of him croaking in the near future and coming face-to-face with his handsome, more popular, able-bodied replacement when she said the whole point of the tourney was to help Sweetrobin become less fearful? Sansa also hasn't even met Harry yet to know his attitude toward being SR's heir. Maybe she is being a little dismissive, but it's out of OPTIMISM. Not gaslighting, ffs. There's a protectiveness there, too, because SR is more likely to have a shaking fit when he's scared or agitated. She's saying "Let's not jump to the worst possible interpretation of Harry's motives. Let's give your cousin the benefit of the doubt that he loves you as kin should and has no wish to see you die." The fact that SR is sickly and may die is not anyone's fault, as far as she knows. It's just how the chips fell. So there is no reason to assume the worst in Harry. Then she says if the gods are good, Harry will love her, too -- as in, she hopes Harry will love her for herself when he knows her only as a bastard and not "love" her claim when her true identity is revealed. She wants to hope that despite Littlefinger pushing for this betrothal, it could still turn out okay in the end with SR living a long natural life AND she finds someone who will marry her for love. OPTIMISM. However, the flutter in her tummy indicates she is nervous that SR could actually be more right than she'd care to think about. I think she realizes this when she takes note of the heraldry Harry bears on his shield. It's notable as one of the few quartered shields we see in the story. The Hardyngs are a small, landed knightly house. Harry is playing up his more prestigious relations by also displaying the Waynwood sigil in one quarter and the Arryn sigil in the other two. He's signaling to everyone he is the heir apparent and how he probably intends to take the Arryn name for himself. It's very presumptuous to rub this in SR's face at his own tourney. She's right that SR won't like this one bit. So we can see, especially in her later interactions with Harry, that Sansa's initial optimism is revised by taking in this new information and using her own judgment. This is leaps and bounds beyond AGOT Sansa whose optimism was unchecked by wisdom and experience, which made her more stubborn and willfully ignorant. This is more "give everyone the benefit of the doubt, hope for the best, but keep your eyes open." It's a good middle ground between her old self and Sandor's cynicism.

Should she be a little more suspicious or questioning of any plan Littlefinger hatches at this point? Yeah, she probably should; however, it's not out of outright denial of facts she is aware of or even ill-intent that she doesn't. What she has are a lot of individual puzzle pieces all jumbled up, and not a full, clear picture of Littlefinger's crimes. It's fair to say she has a feeling there might be more troubling things going on from time to time, and she is avoiding following up on that feeling because that would mean re-opening a lot of recent trauma wounds. Based on the evidence she is aware of, she doesn't have any idea that Littlefinger is deliberately planning the death of an innocent kid nor could she fathom him doing so.

To her knowledge, any death he has been involved in so far had a protective motive. Joffrey physically abused her. Dontos would have sold her to anyone with enough money to fund his addiction. Marillion tried to SA her, as well as assisted Lysa when she tried to murder her. None of these killings sit right with her, but they arguably had some justification. And Littlefinger is happy to let her believe that he ultimately has good intentions towards her as he walks her in baby steps past her moral boundaries into full-blown corruption. A little kid who never did anything to either of them is an entirely different can of worms. At the same time, what her experiences also taught her is that Littlefinger can not only get away with murder but also end up in a more favorable position afterward. He's isolated her to depend on him only. She thinks she has no allies or protector but him. Is it any wonder why she wouldn't ask more probing questions when A) he'll just lie to her face anyway and she'll be left imagining what the horrible truth could be B) she doesn't want him to grow suspicious of her C) she has no way to protect herself from what he may do if she confronts him D) even if she knew the whole truth, there isn't a damn thing she can do about it anyway at this time. Hope this answers your question.

[gliphyartfan]

Here is the rough draft for Time's full normal attire. Some headcanon notes for the design -Time hates ties. With a passion. Its a daily torture that he wears them, but he feels the difference when he is fully put together in expensive name brand suits. Please listen more. He doesn't know if it pisses him off or makes him want to mock them. (and the dream of (y/n) helping him take off the tie at the end of a hard day might be what keeps him going) -The scarf: Its a gift from Wars for one of his birthdays. At the end of the day they are brothers and despite loving the same person I feel like losing each other would be the second worst pain to feel, after losing (y/n), due to how they understand each other. Especially for Time since he waited the longest to finally finally finally have someone who understood him. How tortured he was not knowing if any of his brothers would come, if he would find (y/n). He will be found wearing presents from the others, as he doesn't really buy things for himself.

-The markings. I just never felt right when sketching if Time did not have his signature markings (same with Twilight). I feel like he would at some point dawned the mask. Surviving, especially as a kid is hard in our world. So I see many dire opportunities to need it.

-EARS. Yes I know the ears are human ears. The guys would use magic to hide it. It would be too odd for a group of gentleman to all have pointy ears and be down right fucking terrifying. Also when finally meeting (y/n) it might make her hesitant of them. (not due to anything malicious, girl just watches/reads way too many supernatural shows/movies/books to know something sus was up.) And also the whole, not draw attention to themselves thing. Ask me anything about the design, let me know if you don't like anything. Or even just questions on the art. Like I said in a comment, I'm transitioning from physical materials to digital so I understand if anything looks weird. I even have a blurb in my head of Lilah's(my y/n's) reaction to Time's meeting if anyone is interested in me writing that. I have to go ahead and apologize, my line work will never be straight and perfect. I had an accident so I have some nerve damage in my drawing hand. So just a heads up. Oh! And you can call me, Lyric!! *goes to hide and cry from embaressment.*

@yandere-linked-universe *Excited Noises* LOOK!

Holy shit. I can see his muscles inside those sleeves

You drew this?? Really??!???

And I thought your last drawing was incredible! (And it was!)

The details, the lines, the colors. (That SUIT)

His hair is a in small ponytail!! (The things that face does to me...)

Excellent color choice for him. The scarf is absolutely a perfect touch to his style.

I'm genuinely envious that you managed to draw his hand and arms so well. And LOOK at the way his body is proportioned! And his face. (His expression!)

How he's standing makes me drool. The red of the scarf just delightfully contrasting his blue inner shirt!

I agree with your Headcanons so hard!! (I honestly can't see him without his markings).

Ears? Perfect, I honestly would see them using magic to hide their ears.

Plus I honestly see Time only accepting gifts from the chain, (and (y/n)).

Time not using ties because he wants (y/n) to tie it for him? Oooh, that's gonna be something each of those boys would want. But Time? Peeeerfect!

What are his shoes? I would say boots. Steel toe Boots that can be disguised as dress shoes!

Does he hold rings? Maybe Legend gives them a magic ring for protection?

I know if she gives them a gift, if they can wear it, it's a permanent accessory for them.

You have writing? Please share! I genuinely enjoy other people's work! The world is waiting for your creativity!

Thank you so much for this surprise! I'm actually excited to see more of your incredible work!

Please accept this not as good as your magnificent work traditional sketch of a plushie Sky as a humble bribe tribute!

Can't say no to him can't you?

[gumisgirl]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

Warnings: smut, somnophilia

Whereby Gojo knows just how to wake you up

It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, and your white haired boyfriend comes home early for once, excited to see you. He's almost giddy with excitement from having some free time to himself, which he plans on spending with you.

When he slips into your dorm room he stops himself from calling out y/n when he sees your curled form slumped on the sofa. You look ethereal even in slumber, in a just a tank top and shorts, hand still clutching your phone against your chest.

Seeing you so peaceful, so comfortable after months of coaxing you out of your shell, is enough to make his chest tighten.

You were so apprehensive and unamused by Gojo's advances towards you ever since you joined Jujutsu Tech, his fuckboy tendencies evident from miles away.

You eventually became good friends, bickering and mirroring his playful nature, but you seemed otherwise immune to any of his charm.

And to the strongest, cockiest Jujutsu sorcerer around, he just couldn't understand why. Girls were throwing themselves at him left and right, but you only saw him as your sensei and now friend.

Only when Satoru finally stopped trying so hard n actually got to know your tough but shy self, did you open up to him. And he's basked in the warmth and joy ever since.

But seeing you like this, fuck, it ruined him.

He walked over to you slowly, careful not to wake you, as he took you in. The early afternoon sunlight filtered in through the  windows, making you look so heavenly and fragile at the same time.

"Fuck", Gojo gasps as he notices your nipples hard and poking through the light material of your top. He can feel his pants getting tighter as he thinks of all the abominable things he wants to do to you.

He can't help himself, so pulls down the front of your top, one breast popping out, and then the other.

You stir in your sleep from the sudden cold, but Gojo immediately cups both your boobs, drawing circles around your buds with his thumbs. He kneels before you to take one nipple in his mouth, licking it and swirling his tongue around it so sweetly.

Soon he's pulling your shorts off, pushing your panties to the side to find your hot core already wet. He slides a finger between your folds, your slick coating his fingers and the scent of your arousal hitting him, making him growl with desire.

He spreads your lips wide and makes one broad stroke all the up your pussy, his hot mouth on you finally stirring you from slumber.

"Mhmm?" you mumble something, trying to shake off your sleep, feeling exposed and wondering why.

"Hey sleepyhead", a white tuft of hair mumbles from between your legs, right before dipping his tongue all the way inside you, not giving you a chance to reply as you grab onto his hair to support yourself.

You can feel him smirk against you, humming low and making you feel the vibrations all through your core. You bite your lip to keep from screaming, pulling his hair back so he can look at you.

"What a way to be woken up." you muse, your smile drunken from just waking up and the state he has you in.

"It's not my fault you were looking so delectable, like you just wanted me to ruin you right here." He punctuates his statement by sucking your nub, making your hips buck against his mouth, but he let's go too soon with a pop! sound.

You fight the urge to cover your breasts and cunt, feeling so exposed, yet also exhilarated, heart racing at the way you were on display for him.

"Missed me much?" you tease, running your hands through his hair, enjoying the sight of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer between your thighs, his lips slick with your juices.

Gojo reaches up to grab your titties, pulling and pinching at your nipples, all your thoughts flying out the window. He sucks hickeys all along your inner thighs, loving to mark you as his territory. Not that you mind though.

He slid his tongue back inside you, hooking it upward to press on the bundle of nerves that make you come undone, squeezing his face together with your thighs but that doesn't stop his deft tongue from licking you over and over and over again, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach, as you practically ride his face now.

"Yes, fuck yees!" your panting as you fuck yourself with his face. Gojo squeezes your boobs together to hold the with one hand as he brings the other one circle your nub.

You start clenching around his tongue, making him moan into your cunt, pushing you over the edge, Satoru's tongue working you through your high.

You chuckle when you finally compose yourself, pulling Gojo up for a deep, wanting kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and groaning, as he puts his full weight on you, crushing you and feeling his hard length flush against lips.

"Well hello there", you smirk up at him, staring into the endless pool of his eyes.

"Hello Princess", he shoots right back at you. "I missed you", he says, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relaxing.

It's amusing how much of a baby this renowned bad boy could be when it's just the two of you. His jokes and innuendos are always present, and your sarcastic nature enjoys the constant back and forth.

But moments like this where he drops his walls and is so soft with you are so precious to you.

Your brought our of your trance when Gojo ruts against you, his length hitting your clit just right, a startled moan escaping you lips.

"What're you thinking about Angel?" He asks as his hand wraps around your neck, gripping the sides and applying pressure.

"You filling me up to the balls", you say in the most innocent voice, looking up at him through your lashes.

His grip around your neck tightens, making you gasp as he smashes your lips together, kissing you so passionately your head feels light.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. You help him pull them off, his length springing out and hitting his stomach, already glistening with precum. The sight of his pretty, thick cock makes you salivate, wanting to taste him, already imagining how the slight upward curve will feel when he's fully sheathed inside of you.

He spreads you're legs apart for him, one leg on the back of the couch as he grabs his shaft and lines it up with your heat. He rubs the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and slapping it against your clit to make you jump.

"Gojo I need y-", your cut off by him fully bottoming out in you in one stroke. You both gasp at the tight fit, feeling yourself try to adjust to his girth inside you.

He stays still for a while, watching you squirm and fidget underneath him, frustration building inside you.

"Please", you beg, he immediately snaps his hips forward, thrusting in you hard and fast, pulling all the way out before sinking back in into your needy core.

You hold onto his biceps for dear life, nails digging into him as he leans forward to nibble on your earlobe and bite more lovebites on your neck.

You feel high on him, surrounded by him, bodies flush against each other, nipples rubbing against his chest with each thrust. One hand presses down on your stomach, the other kneading and spanking your ass making you tighten around him.

"You're such a good little brat", he spits at you, "Always so willing and ready to take my cock, practically begging for it."

You feel your pulse race, breathe hitching as he continues to edge you on.

"You like to tease me don't you? Sleeping on the couch with your tits half out, where anyone could walk in and see you."

He says this with a sharp roll of his hips, this angle ensuring he hits your sweet spot with every stroke, rendering your brain pudding.

"You jealous?" you barely manage to retort, his pace never slowing.

"You don't want anyone else to see me like this? Wet and spent and so inviting?" you push.

Gojo practically growls at the thought, imagining anyone else walking into your dorm room and finding you splayed out the way you were for him. He almost ripped the chair with how tight he was gripping it, fucking you even deeper into the cushions.

He grabs both your hands and holds them above your head with one hand, the other putting one leg over his shoulder. Leaning forward, he starts fucking you so agonizingly slow, your walls clinging to him, and your breasts bouncing every time he pulls out and slams back in.

"Why would I be jealous babygirl? Anyone that even looks at you wrong is as good as dead." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

"Now be a good girl and come for me." And that's all you needed, to spiral into oblivion, your pussy sucking and clinging to his length as he fucks you through your high. You can feel him throbbing inside you, veins so prominent against your walls. You squeeze him so hard you can feel as grunts inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

"You're mine!" He growls as he fills you with his warm cum, choking you so hard you cunt clenches tight around him, making him groan.

"You- yours- only yours," you pant as you climax together. He stays inside you, not moving as your walls flutter around him, watching how your torn apart you look underneath him.

Your face flushed, eyes hazy, lips plump and bruised from all the nibbling and sucking at each other. It's a sin to look as good as you do and you can feel him getting hard again inside you.

"Satoru-!" you gasp as he suddenly flips you, so that you're now on top of him sitted in his lap, his dick never leaving your cunt.

Your face heats up as you feel the juices dripping down your thighs, Gojo's face now planted firmly in between your breasts.

"You didn't really think I was done with you so easily, did you Angel?" He smirks, his piercing blue eyes gazing right into your soul.

"Someone might hear us, or walk in", you stutter.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Of course you weren't.

"Would you even care if someone saw us? Would you want me to stop?" He asks, as he plays with your nipples, his dick so full inside you you can barely think straight.

He knows your answer, of course he does. You were such a slut for him, underneath that sweet façade, your libido matching his, which is a lot to say the least.

It makes you even more wet, imagining someone, like Megumi, walking in on you going absolutely crazy for Sensei's dick. You don't even stop riding him, watching as Fushiguro goes red at the sight of Gojo's dick slipping in and out of you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. Running out of the room flustered as you cum all over his length.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He starts to fuck upwards into you, gripping your ass hard, slamming into you over and over as he leads you towards your nth orgasm within the last hour.

"You want everyone to know you're mine don't you? To see you come undone by my sweet loving?"

His filthy words making your core clench, squeeze him hard, more so because they were true.

"You're such a fucking whore, let them know then, let them hear how good I make you feel." And you couldn't help it anymore, moaning and panting as he increased his pace with every thrust.

He latched onto your titties, squeezing them together and sucking hard on both nipples at the same time. You grabbed his fair locks n met his thrusts, your movements becoming erratic as you got closer to your end.

"Toru! Toru! Pl- pleease-!" Gojo held you in place and pounded you hard, the squelching and slapping of his balls against your ass sounding so vulgar and erotic as you clawed at his back and held on for dear life.

His teeth grazed your nipples and that was all you needed to see stars, the overstimulation too much to bare as you squirted all over his abdomen, milking him as he hit the back of your cervix with every stroke.

"Fuck, Angel, you look so hot when you're cumming all over my dick", he grunts, and he's right there with you, emptying his load so deep inside you you're dizzy with euphoria.

"So, you want a milkshake?"

The lustful glint in his eye replaced with such tenderness and affection as he peppered your face with kisses. You couldn't think of a better way to spend your weekend.

"Only if you carry me."

[hawksugarbaby]

Todoroki x reader- one hell of a reunion

Smut

Chapter included: hair pulling, loud sex, implications of cuckolding

Todoroki watched amused knowing it didn't matter who fucked you best, he loved you, and you loved him, it had been obvious since first year. He watched you be carried off by Kirishima on his shoulder and you cupped your hands around your mouth "YOUR A CUCKOLD!" you shouted to the heterochromatic and he shook his head. So immature. "I GET TO GO NEXT YOU FUCKING EXTRA'S!" "Kaachan the world doesn't revolve around you!" "QUIET DEKU"

The boys were gathered around a table staring at your silhouette talking to your former teachers who were asking about your studies in university. The hero course was having a reunion, 10 years after they left to go off on their own, some had gone straight to setting up their own agencies, some going on to be sidekicks for more popular heroes but you? You were a special case. You never cared for becoming a hero, mostly just following the path laid out for you by your mother so you decided that before you stepped into the mould created for you, you would go to university and study (f/s) much to your mother's dismay so that you had something to fall back on if you decided hero work wasn't for you.

You had always been attentive in class, never missing a note or a class and used all your free time to study, you were as sweet as a Carmel apple and always had a childlike innocence around you but it seemed like too much to many of the 1-A boys, even midoriya was sceptical of your innocence. Which led all the boys to tonight, each one determined to discover the real you. The girls always seemed oblivious to how sickly your personality was assuming it was just a purity no one else possessed but the boys knew it was saccharine.

"She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips" kaminari took a swig off his spiked punch and all the boys nodded in agreement, well most of which. Todoroki didn't understand why everyone was so hung up on this, of course, you were the most gorgeous person in existence to him and your personality brought a liveliness to the room no one else could offer, so why did they want to discover if it was untrue? Why couldn't they let you just be sweet and innocent, honey voice and butterscotch smooth skin, you were so perfect. "Yeah, but how are any of us going to find that out?" Kirishima pondered and Mineta stepped into the conversation "didn't (y/n) have a huge crush on todoroki? Like unable to keep her eyes off him crush?"

The boys nodded remembering how often you had made conversation with him compared to the other boys and some scowled at the memory "but we don't know if she still does?" Kirishima added and midoriya cleared his throat grabbing the table's attention "your about to do some analysis shit aren't you" bakugo rolled his eyes and urged him on with his hand. "Sh-she's wearing red earrings and a silver necklace with red rubies in it the same as todoroki's hair, her dress is dark blue and silver like his hero costume and finally..." he pointed to your hand "she clearly has a shoto phone case and her ankle has a tattoo of a melting snowflake..."

The boys sat, stunned at Deku's analysis and todoroki turned a bright pink and drew his attention from you to the other boys at the table "I really don't want to be involved in this" he lied and a collective groan of annoyance was barely heard over the pulsing music "fine... but I have no idea what i'm doing so don't bla-" "just go you fucking lovesick puppy" bakugo pushed him forward and todoroki stumbled into the conversation with their old teachers.

You slowly turned to see him, your face slowly turning red from the unexpected intrusion of your longtime crush. "Ah! young todoroki, nice to see you join us!" all might grinned, his frail frame half the size of todoroki. "It's nice to see you too sir, I hope you're doing well," he said with a kind tone that made you swoon "hey todoroki, how's it going?" you asked hiding your nerves with a cheery tone, "i'm doing quite well, how are your studies going (y/n)?" he asked looking back to the table of boys who were staring intently at your conversation "they're going amazing! I never want to leave it's so fun and i'm learning so much" you gave a toothy grin and the boys at the table rolled their eyes not believing your desire to learn. "That's really good. I actually came over to ask if you wanted to dance?" he asked and pointed to the flashing dancefloor filled with students "wait you dance?" you giggled and he shrugged "not really but this punch is 100 per cent filled with alcohol" he chuckled and you chuckled waving goodbye to your teachers and getting swallowed in the crowd of dancing students.

At first, it was slightly awkward, neither of you sure how to approach each other but eventually you got more comfortable, the alcohol hitting your systems and the thumping music encouraging your bodies to move together "I never really took you as a reunions guy!" you shouted over the music "well there are some things I wanted to see again!" he shouted back, he gained some confidence twirling you so your back was facing him and he pulled you closer to him leaning into your shoulder "like what?" you grinned, grinding your ass against his crotch "mm, my dorm is looking pretty enticing right now?" he offered nibbling on the shell of your ear, he could see the boys watching with wide eyes and flushed faces out his peripherals and his hands travelled up your front resting just below the swell of your chest.

"Won't other people be living there?" you said reaching behind you to palm his hardening cock through his trousers making his face burn hotter than his flames "no, they scrapped the dorms once the league was disbanded, now they're all big empty buildings. But some of us asked to keep our rooms intact in case we need to do undercover work and can't stay in our homes" he explained and you nodded, swallowing thickly. His hot breath tickled your cheek and you span round wrapping one arm around his neck, the other continuing to palm his cock. "I see, and you just so happen to be one of those heroes?" you asked biting your lip, your eyes fell to his and he tilted your chin up looking at you with a soft smile but a deviousness glimmered in his lust glazed eyes "if you bite your lip one more time I'll bite it for you" he growled. His threatening words went straight to your throbbing cunt, his low voice making your stomach do flips.

"Let's check out that dorm room then huh?" you asked grabbing his collar and dragging him past the boy's table with an innocent wave. "I'll bring him back soon! I wanted to show todoroki something but I left it in my car" you fake pout and they slowly nod "and you need todoroki to go with you?" kaminari raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot "aw would you like to come too kaminari?" you teased glancing down for a split second before his mouth could open todoroki slammed the door open pushing you forward by the small of your back and a low growl urged you forward. "Sorry, maybe you'll take me up on that later" you shout "no she won't" todoroki argued and you left the building with a chuckle.

It was a good 5-minute walk to the UA dorms, the cold evening air flew through you and the lamplight glowed signalling moths to meet their burning demise. You opened the heavy door and you switched the unused lights on. The floorboards groaned and cobwebs lived in the corners stringing across the windows, the room smelled old and musky but the familiar memories of Christmas on the couch lived on as visions. He quickly led you to his room and opened the much more pristine door, his room was cleaner than the rest of the house and his bedsheets were folded neatly at the end of the bed. "Come here often?" you joked and he shrugged not fully understanding.

You didn't bother locking the door, no one else would be around anyway and you tugged the hem of his shirt "impatient are you?" he chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head throwing it in the corner. "Why would you ever think such a thing?" you gasped and stepped out of your dress kicking it near his shirt and you lay sprawled on his bed on your stomach "the fact you're already on the bed for me is a sure sign" he chuckled lowly and kneeled between your leg's rubbing you through your soaked panties "your dripping wet for me (y/n)," he said bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off his fingers. He made quick work of your underwear and rubbed your clit slowly making you groan, your hips bucked and he snickered "you're so desperate, you look so pretty all laid out for me like this" he complimented and you bit your lip squeezing your eyes shut burying your face in his pillow.

He spread your legs further and pushed 2 fingers into your sopping cunt. They slipped in easily but it was a tight fit, your sighs were swallowed by the pillow and he drank in the sight in front of him appreciating the art that was your body. He moved his calloused fingers quickly dragging his fingers along your walls and flicked his thumb over your clit. He left wet kisses along your spine and nibbled on the lobe of your ear, your whines raised in pitch as he moved his fingers faster inside your hole, your slick dripping down his hands and he groaned at the sight. He fisted his throbbing hard cock with his other hand each moan and whimper going straight to his dick "do you think you can handle a third baby girl?" he asked. You mewled savouring the sounds of your new nickname "no but do it anyway" you urged.

Your conflicting words made him hesitate but he slid a third finger into your soaked pussy. It was incredibly tight, his fingers stretched you out more than you thought and you cried your hands fisted the pillows and he moved his fingers agonizingly slow but his thumb circled your clit at incredible speed. "Holy shit todo i'm cumming" you screeched fucking yourself on his fingers as he pumped them slowly. you convulsed under him and came all over his fingers, a sight etched into his memory eternally. "Look at that" he chuckled sticking his fingers out in front of you to clean them off, you swirled your tongue around his digits tasting yourself as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

The tip of his erection blushed pink and gleamed with the beads of precum pearling at the tip "are you on the pill?" he asked and you nodded. He guided his throbbing cock into your pussy and he groaned feeling the warmth swallow his rational thought "holy fuck" he groaned staying still for a minute "are you okay todo?" you asked, turning your head to see him better "y-your just really warm 'nd you're so fucking tight" his words left goosebumps on your skin and you gripped the bedsheets "god, fuck please move todoroki I need you so much" you begged, tears welling in your eyes and black drips of mascara smeared on the pillow.

He calmed his shallow breathing and began thrusting at a relatively slow pace. His hands gripped your hair and pulled slightly "ah! Todoroki! F-fuck please go faster" you cried moaning loudly. All your highschool fantasies paled in comparison to what was happening. He sped up his thrusts keeping his grip on your hair and you moved your hips back fucking yourself on his cock while he thrust quickly. He pulled your hair and a carnal moan was ripped from you, he had to stop and use all his will not to cum right then and there. That sound. That moan. He caused that just by...

he yanked your hair and you cried out again, the sensation was thrilling, your chest being pulled up and hair being pulled, it hurt, your ribs and stomach burned but it felt so good having him pull you back with just his hand, strings of moans escaped your lips and he licked his lips "you like that?" he asked and your heaved breaths were interrupted with soft whines "yes fuck yes please fuck me harder todo" you pleaded and his eyes shot open. His grip on your hair tightened and he slammed his cock back into you, he tugged your hair straining your neck as he pounded ruthlessly into your soaking cunt. He wore a shit-eating smirk excited about this new discovery, he leaned forward pulling you back like your hair was a leash and whispered and your ear "I can't wait to tell the rest of the boys about how good I fucked you, they'll never even get to experience it" his words made you tremble the pleasure he inflicted in your body bubbling in your stomach, your juices dribbled down his cock.

"Oh I don't know, kaminari might take me up on the offer" you teased, sewing seeds of jealousy under his skin, he growled his grip on your hair tightening with a vicious glare. His dual coloured eyes nearly swallowed by his pupils and he angled his cock so he was hitting your g-spot. The sounds coming from you were lewder than anything he had imagined, your moans filled the dorms the squelching sounds and the skin slapping on skin echoed in a perfect rhythm. "You think kaminari could fuck you like this babygirl?" he snarled (yes) moving his other hand to your clit flicking his thumb over it quickly and you gasped followed by a mewl "NO! God fuck no todoroki no one can fuck me like you do!" you bit your lip holding back your moans "what did I say about you biting your lip" he growled and turned your neck forcefully capturing your lips in his.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. The sensation of him pulling your hair, biting your lip, and slamming his hips against yours, fucking you so carelessly became too much and you erupted. A sinful moan fell from your lips and a pathetic whimper of his name hung on the tip of your tongue, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back the rest of your body fell forward, suspended by his hand grasping your hair as you came on his cock. His fingers collected some of your cum and he sucked the nectar from his fingers. You uttered a string of curses as he continued fucking himself into your overstimulated cunt.

He buried his length inside of you and released with a guttural moan shooting thick ropes of cum inside you. He stilled catching his breath before pulling out and tucking his flaccid cock back into his boxers. He looked at you fucked out on the bed and chuckled lowly "was that good (y/n)?" he said wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling you back once again. You purred and attempted a nod "i'm babygirl now sorry I don't know who (y/n) is" your scratchy voice cracked, throat raw from screaming and he smirked "mhm you fucked me so good" you continued and pointed to your dress. "Wait you want to go back to the party?" he asked looking at the raving lights of hall Gamma through his window "mhm" you confirmed and attempted to stand only to collapse back onto the floor "I don't know how much more "dancing" I'll be doing though" you chuckled.

He handed you your dress and panties then a thought crossed his mind and he snatched his panties back off of you. Stuffing them in his pocket. "Todoroki... I need those back" you emphasised the need showing off your red pussy dripping with your combined cum "no I don't think you do" he gave you a lopsided grin and zipped your dress back up for you "you have to go through the rest of the party like this" he said and you panicked "consider it a punishment for flirting with kaminari" he growled and picked you up hoisting you onto his back, not caring about how much mess got on his shirt, he could just cover the mess with his jacket when he got back.

He set you down when you reached the doors and put his arms through his suit jacket to hide the wet patch on his shirt. He helped you into the building no one paying attention to your entrance except the table of boys who had been waiting impatiently for an hour and a half. All fantasising about what you were doing with todoroki, each wishing it was them, all hiding their lap with their jackets. They looked you up and down sucking in a breath at the sight of your exasperated form, completely fucked out and hanging onto todoroki like he was life support, all eyes especially attracted to the white fluid trickling down your leg.

Todoroki set you on the booth seat with the rest of the table and you prayed they don't put the UV lights on you curled up and pulled your fur jacket over your legs so no one would see the mess under your dress. "None of you. Will ever be able to fuck me like that" you pointed to the boys who collectively smirked "that sounds like a challenge sweet cheeks" bakugo's hands popped singing his suit jacket. You sat up slowly and squinted your eyes sizing them up. "Bring it" you muttered and it was a race to get to you first.

[reki-of-the-valley]

Renga Fantasy AU pt. 4

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Reki is more lost than ever, but this time, he doesn't lose the boy. This time, he's got him cornered, nowhere to run off to. The openness of the forest has come to an end, a lake ending their chase. So unless the boy jumps into the water, there's nowhere for him to run off to

"I'm not trying to hurt you, I just-" "Don't!"

As the boy extends his hand, Reki feels himself freeze. His legs refuse to move forward anymore, the air suddenly thick. It's hard to breath, like inhaling smoke from an ever burning fire. It's like nothing he's ever felt in his life

Everything hurts as Reki falls to his knees, but through his hazy vision, he can clearly see the boy. He can see how the cloak has fallen back, revealing that tousled clear sky blue hair that frames his face. He can see the sapphire blue eyes, big and scared, like a deer faced with the most ruthless of hunters. And he can see glint of gold threads hidden under the cloak, the sun catching on the silk of his shirt.

"Don't... Don't come close. Don't..."

It's a struggle, but Reki manages to speak. Whatever it is that's stopping from moving, it's not strong enough to keep him completely immobilized.

"I don't... I don't want to hurt you, man. Just... Wanna talk."

The smoke thick air drops instantly, Reki suddenly feeling lighter than he ever has. He's back on his feet, but this time he's cautious. He's cautious as he approaches the scared boy.

"Dude, I swear, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just, why are you running? Is something after you? Are you lost? Because I am. I'm so lost, man, and like, maybe we can find our way out together? You clearly-!"

Reki's barely close enough to touch the boy when he grabs his arm. There's no ill intent behind the sudden movement, but the boy has shifted his weight back, probably out of fear, and the uneven ground slipped from under him, sending him falling back. And had Reki not reacted the way he did, grabbing his arm and pulling him into him, then there was no doubt about it that the boy would have fallen into the lake.

There's a beat of silence where they simply stare at each other, wide eyed and shocked. The boy is pressed against Reki, his fingers curled around Reki's shirt, the first thing he could grab onto when he was pulled back. And Reki, with his pounding heart, isn't ready to loosen his grip on the boy. He needs a moment to process what just happened

"You..." "Thank you."

Reki flinches as the boy wraps his arms around Reki's neck, hugging him as he thanks him again. He isn't quite sure what's happening, the boy having gone from terrified deer to... Hugging him? A complete 180.

The boy finally pulls away, pulling his hood over his head once again. He brushes the dirt off his cloak, eyes refusing to meet Reki's. Actually, he seems to be avoiding looking at Reki as a whole. So Reki has to break the silence, the awkwardness

"I'm Reki. I'm a quest to find the Rainbow Goddess."

The boy's eyes snap up, staring at Reki. They're big and even bluer than before, but he's not scared. He's.... Shocked? Surprised? Maybe?

"You're on a quest to find the Rainbow Goddess?" Reki nods. "You're the hero- that's why I- you're..."

The hood fully falls over his face this time as he chews on his thumb nail. Reki doesn't quite understand what the boy is trying to say, not quite understanding it's so shocking that he was chosen for this quest or what it has to do with the boy. Sure, he found himself draw to the fleeing boy, but like----

"So, what's your name? Y'know, since I told you mine." "I'm L- my name's- it's-!"

He seems defeated as he tries to say his name countless times, but each time, it refuses to come out. Each time he tries to say his name, he chokes.

"Can I call you Snow?"

The boy looks up, deer eyes once more before hesitantly nodding. "Yeah, yeah, you can do that. I'm sorry, i just can't-" "S'fine, dude. Don't worry about it. So, Snow, wanna join me and get out of this horrible place?"

And once more Snow nods, straightening out. "I think it's time I return to court. It's been awhile since the last time I've been there." His eyes lock with Reki's, a glint of blue under the heavy hood. "Rainbow Goddess?" "Rainbow Goddess."

[bettercallsabs]

After Dark

Here we go peeps.I'm back with some new trash! Here's a new unedited series (yes another one). This was an original story converted to reader insert so it does contain character descriptions, if this bothers you, don't read any further. Otherwise, please enjoy! Sorry, I'm a bit rusty. Haaaa

Warnings: language, swears, things.

Word count: 1.5k

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I dropped out of college my first semester after my father disappeared  leaving me to care for my teenage sister.

My name is Y/N.  I'm 20 years old. I'm working at a trendy night club as a waitress. 

…..

"Y/N, get a fucking grip." Grace yells as she stomps down the hallway.

"No Grace, I won't! You're 15 years old, christ! You shouldn't even be having sex." I snap back at her.

It had just been my sister and I for nearly two years. Ever since the disappearance of our father, raising my sister alone had proven to be a real walk in the park… not. 

Was I ever this bad as a teen? Holy shit. 

"Sorry I'm not a prude like you." 

Grace's tone is sparky, as she rests a hand on her hip. 

I fold my arms across my chest, shifting my weight onto my right leg, rolling my eyes so hard I thought they might fall out of my head. 

 "I am not a prude."

"You're 20 years old, and a virgin…"

I let out a long sigh, shaking my head as I stared hard at my baby sister. 

"That doesn't make me a prude. Christ, Grace! I'm just concerned! You're being reckless! Do you know what could happen? God forbid you get an STI or worse..  You're not even on birth control!"

"He used a condom dummy."

I clutch my face in my hands,  letting out a heavy breath in frustration. Why is my sister the way she is?

"Enough. This is obviously a pointless discussion, or lack there of.. I'm taking you in on Monday to get you on birth control, because lord knows you need it." 

Grace scowls at me as her eyes roll hard in her head. "Whatever Y/N."

I glance at my watch 6:32 p.m. Shit. I'm going to be late! 

"I have to go to work. Please…. Just behave, okay?" 

Grace turns and gives me the middle finger before trotting her way up the stairs.

That girl is going to age me 10 years.

Shaking my head, as I breathe out a soft sigh, I quickly grab my keys and purse from the counter, rushing out of the house. The last thing I need today is to be late to work…

……

"Alright ladies listen up." 

Terrance, more commonly known as Terry, the owner of the club, stood before us, his chiseled jaw tight as he leaned against the bar. 

"My son has a meeting here tonight, so be on your best behavior. I expect the utmost professionalism from my ladies. Y/N and Charlie, you're working the VIP section tonight."

"You could have given some warning Terry, I would have dolled up more!" Charlie, a fellow waitress, looks in Terry's direction, a playful frown peaking on the corners of her full lips. 

I feel my stomach churn, I've never worked the VIP section before… it's a big deal. Bigger clients, bigger tips… 

I swallow hard, forcing myself to speak up. I wish I was as outspoken as Charlie, she really has that 'I say what I want, when I want' attitude. 

"Terry... I never work VIP... if this is an important meeting, shouldn't Lydia or Tanya-"

"Charlie will show you the ropes. Now let's make some money." 

Terry claps his hands before heading off to his office. No one wastes anytime. The convened staff disperse in every direction, hurry back to work to finish preparing for the club to open. 

"Don't worry hun!" Charlie squeezes my arm in support. "We're gonna make some good money tonight! Steve  and his boys are so damn fine and gracious tippers. It's a win win. Eye candy and stacks baby." 

"Really?" 

I nervously fidget with my fingers before running them through my long blonde hair.

"Yeah girl, of course! So, Papa Terry is putting a lot of trust in you tonight. Word of advice hun, obviously by now you know this club is a special one, so what you see and hear tonight, keep your mouth shut, and you'll do just fine." 

I nod, understanding fully what she means. Afterall, rats have never made a good name for themselves.

There's a lot that goes on in the club that terrifies me, but the money is too good to pass up.

Charlie smiles at me, a soft genuine smile, as she wraps her arm in mine. Something about her makes me feel oddly safe and at ease.

"I like you Y/N, so I'm going to give you some more advice here. Stop being such an uptight girl!"

"I can't help it."

"Yeah Y/N, lighten up a little, jeez.  When was the last time you got laid?" 

Lydia, another waitress appears from behind us as she jumps into the conversation. 

My eyes immediately deflect to the floor, suddenly feeling more self conscious than usual. 

"I should really get back to it."

"Oh come on Y/N, don't be such prude."

Lydia laughs, but I feel the irritation building within me.

"Why does everyone call me that? I am not a prude!" 

My voice is harsher than I intended it to be. 

"Woah girl, chill." 

Lydia looks at me, seemingly shocked by my outburst. 

"Sorry. I'm really not a prude though. Just because I haven't…" I trail off mid sentence, my gaze now focused on the floor in front of me. 

I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. 

"Y/N, babe, are you a virgin?" 

"Lydia, keep it down.."

"It makes so much sense... You being a virgin explains so much." 

"What's that supposed to mean Charlie?" I huff, folding my arms over my chest. What did she mean by that? Was being a virgin a bad thing?

"Who's a virgin? I sure as hell know it's not Lydia." 

A booming laugh echoes from behind me, my blood running cold with embarrassment.

Lydia's head snaps in the direction of the laughter, a scowl now pasted on her full lips.

"Oh shut up Bucky, you old windbag!"

Lydia smacks the large bicep of a tall tatted man hard enough that the sound echoes off the club walls..

 I shyly duck behind Charlie, trying to make myself invisible, the last thing I need right now is to embarrass myself any further.

"Lydia, you need to work on your strength, hit the gym or something." The one called Dawson smirks at Lydia, who sticks her tongue out. "But seriously, who's a virgin, my curiosity has peaked."

"Pfft, I don't think any girl that works here could be. They are just fucking around."

A rich baritone voice fills my ears. I peer my head around from my very obvious hiding spot, Charlie. The man that belongs to the dreamy voice is even more so. He is tall, so deliciously tall, and his eyes are blue like icy glacial pools. Lord, he is like sex on two legs.

"Hey now! Don't be making those kinds of assumptions. Some of us very well could be. Just because we work here doesn't mean a thing. We dress like this for the tips baby." Charlie rolls her eyes at the two men, resting a hand on her hip. 

"Ha ha Charlie, you've got jokes I see. Who knew you were such a comedian?" 

"Who is that?" I whisper in Charlie's ear. 

"Ah yes, introduction time." Charlie points in the direction of the ridiculously handsome men.

"That's Mr. Roger's  son, Steve ." She points to the one with the mesmerizing blue eyes. "And the stupid one is Dawson." 

"Hey! Watch your damn mouth Charlie!" Dawson glares at her playfully, before his eyes land on me… so much for being invisible. 

"Who do we have here? Fresh meat?"

Charlie pulls me forward, resting her arm on my shoulder. "This is Y/N. She's been around for a bit now, but tonight is her first night working VIP, so be nice to her!" 

My eyes instantly flick to Steve , who is looking me up and down. Butterflies build in my just, as my heart flutters. I bite at my lower lip, trying to contain the wave of anxiety washing over me. When his eyes met mine, it was like the earth stopped turning, there was no one in the room but us. I could truly lose myself in those hypnotic blue eyes. 

"Damn! She thicc! I'd like to-"

"Watch your mouth Dawson."

 Steve 's voice is low as he scowls at Dawson through gritted teeth.  Dawson takes a step back, settling himself behind Steve . 

Steve 's eyes fall back to mine capturing my full attention with his intense gaze.. And just for a moment I'm lost in those icy pools.. 

As quickly as they came his eyes left mine, giving their focus to Charlie. 

"Tonight's meeting is important, so you will need to be extra courteous. Feel me Charlie?" 

"Aye aye Captain." Charlie jokingly salutes Steve , who doesn't look the slightest bit amused. 

"Come on ladies, we have jobs to do. Let's get ready to get this money. It's going to be a good night!" 

Charlie smiles, looping her arm in mine, as we head into the VIP section. I glance over my shoulder, dying to get one last peak at Steve . Our eyes meet once again, and I feel my heart shudder in my chest… shit.

…….

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