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If you're a writer you're supposed to write a lot of bullshit. It's part of the gig. You have to write a lot of absolute garbage in order to get to the good bits. Every once in a while you'll be like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time writing bullshit," but that's dumb. That's exactly the same as an Olympic runner being like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time running all those practice laps"

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Tied Up

"What in Vegeta's good name are you doing?!" Raditz all but hollered, coming into the small house he and his mate shared.

There before him was his little Earth woman, Rose, lying on her stomach in the floor and hog-tied by twinkle lights.

He couldn't really see her face, but judging by the way she tensed, he knew she was embarrassed by being found in such a precarious position.

"So glad you asked!" She huffed, " I know thinking isn't really a Saiyan's strong suit, Rad Tits, but I really believe it is exactly what it looks like... I'm stuck!"

Shaking off her comment, he came more into the room and knelt beside her.

"What were you doing in the first place?" He asked, lightly pulling on the lights wrapped around her wrists. Surely to the gods, she didn't actually just get stuck like this? Like some idiot?

"Looks like a battle took place," He added.

Annoyed, Rose began her woeful tale of absolute bullshittery, "Well, do you remember that human holiday I was telling you about? Christmas? Well, I was decorating for that with lights and stuff, and instead of having your six foot and three inches tall ass her to help. I slipped off my step-stool and well, here we are."

He really couldn't help it. He busted out in laughter.

"Hey, asshole, you gonna help me get out of this mess or not?" she asked. flopping a bit to regain his attention.

His laughter died to a quieter giggle and gently he rolled her onto her back.

"I'll help you, Dove, if you help me," he purred, grinning devilishly.

She gulped.

"Help with what, exactly?" Her face was aflame and her body was a bit tingly from the look in Raditz's eyes and from being tied up.

She could see it now, he wasn't very hard to read unless he was fighting; that quiet hunger. That ferocity in which he needed her. The tent in his jeans.

They looked good on him. The denim hugged his ass just right. Of course with him being a fighter, he hated them with a passion at first. After time on Earth, though, much like his prince, he finally came around to Earth clothes and ways.

Back to the matter, she felt almost like prey under the careful consideration of his gaze.

He confirmed her feeling a moment later when he stated, " You know I do enjoy my prey tied up like this." He stroked her cheek softly.

Well. Shit. That did it. She flushed again brightly, squirming.

He flashed her a devious grin and oh so slowly, he trailed his hand from her face, down her neck, stopping at the very top of her breasts.

He brushed her left breast, making the nipple peak under the attention.

Once again, he was marveling how perfect she was. He never thought that he'd find this. This bond between two people. Saiyans of course mated, perhaps even more strongly than humans did, but that didn't matter, really. He just loved her. He loved the way she molded to him. Loved the sound of her voice. Loved everything about his Rose. His dove of a human. Someone that he'd die for. Someone he'd continue to live for.

He'd never say that to her aloud, for Saiyan Pride and all, but he hoped with every fiber of his being that she knew it.

"You okay?" came her sweet voice, breaking him of his stupor.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply. His hand continued to massage her breast as the other buried itself into her hair.

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Kicking off her shoes, the girl sighed in relief. It had been another long twelve hour shift at the hospital. She slung her work bag onto her coffee table before collapsing onto the couch.

"Rough night?" Came her partner's voice from behind her.

"Extremely. We had a code blue and two call-ins," she replied, eyes closed, as Piccolo came around the corner to sit beside her. He was silent as she told him all about her night, sparing no details, which was almost unfortunate for the poor Namekian.

"Sounds tiresome," he said after a moment. She only nodded. She was so tired, but she had to bathe and get all that sweat and sickness off of her.

Almost as if he'd read her thoughts, Piccolo picked her up off of the couch. It was like she weighed nothing. She'd never get used to it. He carried her to the bathroom, where he carefully set her on the counter top.

He bent over the tub, turning on the water. Next he rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out bath salt. He sprinkled a decent amount into the pooling water, careful not to touch it. He found it easily dehydrated him and almost burned. His lover arched a brow at him quizzically.

Noticing her confusion he awkwardly cleared his throat and said, "I was told to 'pamper' you because of how hard you work."

"Oh?" she asked, even more puzzled. Piccolo barely took council from anyone that he didn't train with on the regular and the Saiyans weren't necessarily romantic (or Dende and Popo for that matter.)

"Chichi" he answered simply, shrugging a shoulder.

"Oh," she said. Piccolo and Chichi had gotten closer since Videl and Gohan had gotten married and had Pan. She was grateful that the human woman had taken a liking to him. Him practically living there with the Sons during the Android and Cell scare probably had a lot to do with it too. She was a good friend to Piccolo and taught him many human ways.

He stepped closer to her before carefully taking off her dark blue scrub top. Her skin turned to gooseflesh as the cold air hit her. Next he took off her bra, then her socks and finally her pants and panties. Last to go was the tie in her hair. His face was dusted with purple as he scooped her back up and deposited her into the warm, bubbly water. The woman let out an almost sexual moan as she instantly relaxed into the bath.

Blush darkening, Piccolo began to pour the water over her. She let out another moan and he almost stopped all-together.

He wasn't used to human romance, no matter how long they'd been together. He didn't display his affection often at all really. (Y/N) seemed fine with it, but Chichi had had other thoughts.

"You know," she'd said when he'd told her that this was (Y/N)'s third twelve hour shift in a row, " human women like to be pampered! You ought to physically show her how much she means to you before she gets tired of it!"

So, here he was, bathing her. 'Pampering' her. He didn't really get it, but his love seemed happy and honestly. he'd fight Zeno himself for her if he had to.

He gently began lathering soap into her beautiful (H/C) hair, making her eyes roll back in pleasure. He carefully rinsed it out, motioning for her to lay back into the water. She obliged, sighing happily. Piccolo quickly washed her, loving the serene smile on her lips.

After she was nice and clean he softly dried her off before using his clothing-beam on her. It was a gi exactly like his, but without the shoulder pads and shoes. (Y/N) smiled, loving that he decided to clothe her in his attire.

Piccolo picked the girl back up and took her to their kitchen where he set her down in a chair and began piling a plate high with rice, meat, and vegetables.

"What's all this?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

"Chichi also said you'd be hungry because you wouldn't get to eat much while at your job...so she taught me how to make something Goku liked to eat after training," he replied simply, setting the platter in front of her. The mountain of food was definitely enough to be an appetizer for a Sayain, but she was so hungry she finished half of it before she gave up.

"Thank you, Piccolo," she said softly, laying a hand on his. Tears pricked her eyes. He was amazing.

he smirked softly, before picking her up one more time and carrying her to their bedroom. He laid her on the bed, then reached over to their nightstand and got a squirt of lotion.

Gently taking her foot into his smooth but firm hands, he began to massage it.

"Oh, Piccolo!" she moaned, making his blush return.

He continued his rubbing before finally setting her feet down.

He rose, stripping off his gi top before crawling into bed beside her./ He kissed her mouth, before trailing it to her ear.

" Shall I continue?" He whispered, making her breath catch. Before she could question, she nodded.

He kissed her neck and used his clothes-beam to transport them off of her. She squealed in surprise, making his ears twitch.

He kissed down to her breasts, then further down where he plunged his head in between her thighs.

"Do you want me to continue?" He asked, slightly brushing his cheek against her leg.

She thought for a moment then shook her head.

"I'm so tired, love, I'd honestly rather sleep."

He nodded, quickly coming back up to hold her. She knew well enough to know that he wasn't disappointed, he just wanted her to feel loved and cared for. He was her safe space and as she drifted off to sleep in Piccolo's arms, she knew they were meant to be together, saving the world in their own ways.

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I just wrote 8 pages when I haven't written in months and was beginning to think I'd never be able to again. Idk what it is, but I am sharing and manifesting this energy for every writer who sees this. May you write 8 quality pages effortlessly and find joy writing once more

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'I miss you,' She wrote, her fingers tapping the screen of the little cell phone.

A response would take a while. She didn't mind, however. She knew Piccolo was a busy man, What, with saving the world and all. She knew he was probably meditating, training, or hanging out with his almost-granddaughter Pan.

She was pleasantly surprised, however, when her phone dinged, showing a text message from her beloved Namekian.

'I miss you too,' He'd wrote back. A grin began to form on her face. He wasn't usually the type to admit his feelings, but ever since Gohan and Pan, he'd basically became almost a big softy (with a tough exterior, of course.)

They'd been together for a while now, ever since Cell came and was inevitably destroyed by Gohan. Thanks to them, but especially her Piccolo, the Earth was safe.

Her phone dinged again, yet another surprise.

'I also love you.'

That was all she needed to pack her things and immediately fly to him.

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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

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Confession (Stanford x Reader)

 I hope y’all enjoy! If you want me to write another or you have a suggestion, hit me up!

 Stanford glanced at the photo of the cheerful woman on his desk. She had this immutable, meanderous personality that he’d fallen hard for.

 Ever since they were younger, he’d had a type of respect for her enthusiastic and bubbly personality. Ever since high school (maybe even before then) he’d acquired an officious fervor for her. He didn’t really know how to tell her for fear of provoking some kind of rancor. 

 Even so, he ventured from his basement in search of his parsimonious heretic of a brother....

 “Stanley?” he asked,shutting the vending machine door. The twin was found sitting at the register, counting his day’s winnings.

 “Hey,bro!” he said, sea-tanned face splitting into a grin.

 “I need help,” Ford muttered,pulling a chair over to the counter and sitting down. 

 Stan set the money down,giving his brother his full attention. It wasn’t like him to ever ask for help. Even when they were on the Stan-O-War II.

 “I....I have feelings for (Y/N)....” he awkwardly began,hoping Stanley would understand. 

 Slowly, Stan began to smirk,before full acclaim filled the room. 

 “Finally, you admit it. It’s been over thirty years!” he laughed. Ford’s face was set aflame. He knew his brother wasn’t being callous, but he still felt somewhat ashamed for him to take this long to bring up the gall to tell her.

   Seeing Ford’s impression of a tomato, Stanley laughed again quietly,before,”Look,Poindexter, just go out there,hike up your big boy panties,  and tell her. She feels the same way...even though I don’t really understand, I am the better looking twin!” He grinned,winking. Which earned him an eye-roll from Ford.

 Still unsure, Ford, paused before the door, before Stan got fed up and just pushed him out to where (Y/N) was sitting with Dipper and Mabel. 

 “-I’m trying to nail that quack reporter for his actions,” She was saying. Stanford didn’t really understand what kind of conversation  he’d managed to walk into, but just hearing her voice, he’d instantly felt relieved. 

 “Hey, (N/N)?” he asked, nervousness seeping into his pores.

 “Hey, Ford!” she smiled brightly,turning to him. He stared at her for a moment, lost in her (E/C) eyes, before the awkward silence was broken by the angel he’d fell in love with.

 “What’s up?” she asked, not at all perturbed by the awkward silence. (She’d gotten used to it fairly quickly since Ford himself was such a cute, awkward person.)

 “I....um...I have to confess something,” he stuttered out, not meeting her eye for fear of peeing himself. He didn’t understand. He could take on demons and other horrifying creatures, but with a mere glance from (Y/N),his knees would buckle and he’d be a total loss for words.

 The girl raised a brow, signaling for him to continue....so he did.

 “I want...um...I would love.. gah,screw it! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!” he yelled,startling (Y/N) and the younger twins.

 It was quiet until- “OH MY GOSH,GRUNKLE FORD!!!!!”

 (Y/N)’s face tinted pink.

 “Kids,” she said shakily,”Please give us some privacy.”

 They did as told, making their way to the house. It wasn’t long before she saw two heads pop up over the window sill. 

 Rolling her eyes and grinning, she rushed over to Ford,tackling him in a fierce hug. They both landed with a thud,before surprised giggles filled the air.

 “I love you too,Ford,” (Y/N) said, still grinning before pulling him to her by the front of his overcoat. Their lips met. The kiss was sweet and passionate, the  both of them marveling at how long it took for them to get to this point.

 They disconnected, resting their foreheads on each other’s shoulder, and quietly grinning.

 “(Y/N), I’m so sorry it took me so long,” Ford finally said,breaking the silence.

 He was met with another kiss.

 “It’s alright,you dork,” she said, still grinning.

 It may have taken forever, but she finally felt truly wanted.

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Battle Scars

I once carved  the words “HATE” and “WHY?” 

Into my right thigh

As if my pierced flesh would answer me

Now I look at these scars

with regret and fear.

They still do not know they’re here

Why did I listen 

to the dark winning the war in my head?

Why didn’t I stop myself? 

It’s as though my mind was on autopilot;

it decided I didn’t have a say on the matter.

Now that I am better 

and alive

I want these scars to come alive

and take flight from my skin

before the eve of which I received them.

But self-loathing and sadness brought

them to me.

and they’ll be here until they fade.

Only then, will I forgive myself of the mistakes

I have made.

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Short Intro to Nudge

The rabbit's nose twitched angerly.

This was absolute bullshit. She needed to work.

" Are you kidding me?" She snapped, " I was changed into a fucking rabbit; not a monster!"

The human woman just gawked at her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we can't have a rabbit working for us...it'd be too much for the children to handle."

Nudge threw her hands in the air in exasperation.

"Alright, fine...fuck," she sighed sharply. She turned. already heading for the door of the daycare at which she thought she could work.

The day was bright and cheery, a high contrast to the rabbit woman's mood. She huffed, taking an earbud and putting it in a long, brown ear.

She began walking to the beat, trying and failing not to look to threatening to the passerby.

This whole situation was still fairly new. She pissed off the wrong witch, who cursed her to take on a rabbit-humanoid appearance.

She hated how things with Claudie ended, but she knew the Sphynx woman had it coming. The bitch was awful and shady.

Nudge didn't mean to essentially screw her over, but alas that's just how it happened. She didn't even know 100% what she did, but she knew she fucked up the moment every hair on her body began turning to fur and her limbs began elongating. The pain was excruciating, every muscle and bone twisting into some new grotesque form.

She shook her head, purple hair falling into her eyes and gauged ears flopping in the force. She kept her eyes on her high-top sneakers as she walked. She couldn't believe this shit.