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Another one down ♡

➺ Summary: Your ex shows back up, unraveling old emotions.

➺ Pairing: Suzuki Takahide & Reader.

➺ Genre: Fluff

➺ Word Count: 2,337

➺ A/n: @simpforchuchu I hope this meets your expectations for our Taka ♡

➺ Taglist: @stardragongalaxy

You stood around with your friends awaiting the races the start. The brochure in your hand, had bios of the multiple racers today. As you flipped the page, one caught your eye, Takahide; or Taka as you remembered. He was really selective of who he ran with, and loved to skateboard. It was only fitting he was a racer now. Even though many years had passed since you had seen him, nothing had changed. He was still the good looking guy you knew. Hopefully he kept his personality, being the sweet, calm soul you remembered.

High-school wasn’t a walk in the park for you. You were smart, just got bored easily. There were some classes you didn't care for, and that's how you met him. The library was usually a quiet space, but for you, it was where you practiced your extended language. Those words never meant to flow out your mouth so casually, but when you got pissed or overwhelmed, you'd make a sailor blush. Takahide just happened to be there studying as well. He would cackle anytime you spoke, with you oblivious to him being there. When he made his presence known, you weren't even apologetic. Your crass, spunkiness, and proud of having no filter sparked his interest in you. Over the course of the semesters, you two hit it off quite well.

Takahide had dreams, dreams you never thought you'd fit in to that well. That night replayed in your mind, you could still hear the rainfall, the look on his face when you ended it after years of being his. Sheer Heartbreak filled his once hopeful eyes. You knew that if you didn't let him go, he'd stay. He'd throw out his dreams just to be with you. All you wanted was for him to succeed. To grow and chase after his biggest dream, oblivious that you were it.

“Y/n,” your friends voice brought you back to the present, “the racers are so godlike. How are they real?”

She wrapped her arm around yours as you both proceeded to your seats. The tickets she bought were right by the racers. An ounce of you wanted him to notice you, but another part couldn't fathom the possible heartbreak on his face again. Shuffling through your purse you grabbed your shades. Among the racers standing around, Ryu was noticeable, his best friend all through school. It was great they both pursued racing, it was only natural that they’d be together.

Just as you wished, and didn’t want to happen, Takahide looked over in your direction. He nodded at you making your heart stop once more. Suddenly, your friends fist went right into your knee. She saw him look over at you excitedly, unbeknownst to her, your history together.

“Fuck Mia, that kind of hurt,” you rubbed your knee.

“Sorry y/n, but he's looking right at you!”

“Keep it down,” you looked away trying to find someone else to catch your eyes.

When you looked back over, he was still watching you. It was almost like fate set you both up to be around each other after all these years. All of them lined up next to their cars getting ready to start the race. Taka jumped into his car buckling the belt, as you nervously watched. The car he was in was so fitting for him, but he made the car look good in your eyes. You clenched the brochure, scooting up to the front of the bench, awaiting the flag to be dropped. Once they revved up and took off, you jumped up cheering him on. You weren’t so sure if he could see you, but you cheered loud and proudly.

They made their laps as Taka had taken the lead. With no less than your heart beating so hard, and your adrenaline rushing for him and you both. His car zoomed right past your seats hitting the finish line first. It was absolutely amazing to be witnessing this; especially to witness Takahide in his zone. You were truly happy for him and the success he had found. It was nightfall before the races had ended, with Takahide being named the winner of the race.

“Y/n, I hope you’re not leaving without saying hi and goodbye.”

You and Mia stood up to leave as you heard your name being shouted. Quickly, you turned around seeing Takahide on the other side of the fence. You paused a moment sharing glances amongst him and Mia. Finally, you decided to go talk to him. You owed it to him after all these years.

“Congratulations Taka, I’m proud of you.”

He was taller than you remembered. Boy was he taller. He pointed to a break in the fence for you and Mia to come through, to be on the track with him and the others. You obliged, Mia trying to keep up with your pace.

“You look good y/n. What have you been up to?”

“Just working lately, not much beyond that.”

“What do you do?” He asked extending his hand out so you could grab it for support as you stepped off the ledge.

“We’re Physical Therapy technicians. Mia and I graduated from the same school.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mia,” He introduced himself.

The three of you walked over to his car as it was even prettier up close.

“Is that a Lamborghini Taka?”

“Close, it’s a Ferrari,” He chuckled at your non-existent knowledge of exotic cars.

Your cheeks filled with blush, giving an embarrassing smile. Even though you weren't knowledgeable about cars, he didn't make you sound like an idiot. His personality was still the same as old times. He talked about his family and how he and Ryu got into the racing gig after High-school. It was an outlet for him. The other racers wanted to go out and celebrate, so you thought it was your cue to leave. Just as you started saying goodbye, he looked over to you.

“Would you and Mia like to join us?”

“Oh I’m not so sure about that. This is your celebration Taka, you go enjoy.”

“What if I insist?” He wasn't planning on taking no for an answer.

You stopped and looked for Mia to say something, but you noticed Ryu caught her eye. This was going to be a losing battle.

“Fine, we’ll go.”

“Do you need a ride?” He walked over to the driver's door awaiting your answer.

“Uhm y/n, we took an Uber. How about you ride with him and I'll see if his delectable friend will let me ride with him.”

You laughed placing your face in your hands. Ryu was about to have a whole problem. Just from her reactions, she was already in love and probably planning their wedding. You couldn’t blame her though, Ryu was her type. It was funny trying to imagine how she would’ve reacted to him in school, if she was your classmate.

You walked over to the Ferrari admiring it. “Is this street legal?”

He looked over at you smiling, “Sometimes. Would you like to go around the track?”

You buckled the seat belt, contemplating his question. He felt you took too long to answer, so he just took off.

“Taka!” your hands automatically went to the dash to brace yourself. You weren’t amused at the slightest at first, but then a a rush came over you. It was truly exhilarating. He was careful not to scare you too bad, but laughed at your reactions.

Takahide was still mischievous, which made you happy. That was one of the things that you loved about him when you two dated. After a lap around the track, he and the others took off in the direction of the restaurant.

“It’s thrilling isn’t it?” he looked over at you.

All you could do was smile. A wave of sadness filled you suddenly, bringing you back. You never got over the breakup with him. It was true that you let him go for his own good, but your heart went with him. You focused on school after that, you didn't have any want of somebody else. In the back of your mind, it confused you. Why he didn’t hate you for that day. It was clear he moved on, but you never did. Taka noticed your sudden change of expression, he decided to pull over.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Taka, just go,” you didn’t want to ruin his night full of happiness.

“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”

There it was, his stubborn side. The side that wasn’t prominent back then. It had plenty of time to flourish over the course of the years. You unbuckled as you got out of his car, needing fresh air. The wind was blowing calmly. He followed you grabbing your arm to face him.

“I don’t want to talk about it Taka,” you tried to remove your arm from his grip.

“What did I do to upset you this time Y/n? I’m not a mind reader, I can’t fix what I don’t know to be broken.”

“It’s not what you said or did,” you paced.

“Then what is it? Do you dislike me that much, that you can’t even be in the same car as me?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?” The volume of his voice got a little louder, filled with a mixture of confusion and sadness.

“Being with you again, makes me realize the mistake I made Taka. You moved on, I never could.”

“I never moved on, y/n. That’s the last thing I’ve done. Every day after you decided you didn’t want me anymore, I had to find something to fill my void. I tried to skateboard, play soccer. Nothing could erase you from my memory. I found racing to fill my void because that day, my biggest dream turned into the biggest nightmare. The rush I get from racing helps me cope for the short amount of time I'm behind the wheel. So don't tell me I moved on!”

You were frozen hearing his words. All this time you thought you did a favor for him, but you did the exact opposite.

“I’m sorry Taka, I just wanted to see you succeed. I knew if I didn’t make that leap, you would never get out of that run down town. That I’d be holding you back, and I couldn’t be the reason.”

“You were wrong y/n, I would have done everything in my power to take you with me. I loved you. Loved being with you. When you left me, you took my heart with you.”

Rain started falling as it fit the mood. It was ironic that it happened just as it did that solemn day.

“I’m sorry Takahide. I'm extremely sorry for what I put you through.”

He looked away momentarily, before dropping his head. Not meaning to, but it seemed like you broke him once more.

“That doesn't matter anymore. Will you please get in the car, and let me take you to where you prefer to go?”

You nodded your head as he opened the door for you. Regardless that you managed to hurt him again, he was still soft to you. The ride to your house was quiet, which made it seem longer than it actually was. He pulled up getting out, just to let you out. When you gathered the words to say, he already hopped back in. The feeling in your gut was the worst you'd felt in a long time, seeing his tail lights in the distance. There was no exchange or schedule to catch up, so there were words left unsaid. Just the impending sadness that you thought you finally got rid of.

Once you got inside your house, you poured a drink. His words swam inside your brain so casually, it was hard for you to think straight. Just as you sat down to watch a show to unwind and attempt to forget tonight, a knock befell your door. Figuring it was Mia, you quickly answered. To your dismay, it was Takahide. He was soaked, almost like he had stood outside for a while before making the decision to face you again. The drink you had in your hand dropped, glass shattering everywhere.

“I love you. I never stopped loving you. I can't have you thinking I moved on. I want to show you something,” he grabbed your hand leading you to his car.

You quickly became drenched but owed it to him after all this time to see what he wanted to show you. When you stopped, you noticed his license plate. It was the date you both met. He pulled you back to the front as he opened the car door. On the headrest, he had your anniversary day embroidered into the leather. These were small details you missed. Details that would have deterred you from freaking out in the first place.

“Taka,” you brought your hand up clutching your heart.

“I don't care at this point if you don't feel the same, but I had to show you this,” he let go of your hand. “You were the only dream I had come true.”

You wrapped him up in a hug as you cried into his chest. Takahide's gentle nature made him who he was. He returned the hug resting his head on yours.

“I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I'm truly sorry.”

You felt his hand gently rest under your chin as he lifted your face, looking deeply into your eyes. He kissed you softly. Even after all these years, the way he kissed you remained the same. When he pulled his lips away from yours, he wiped your tears that were still falling.

“Y/n, the only way I will ever be successful is if you are by my side. Can we start over?”

You grabbed his hand, “Yes we can. I love you too.”

For the first time in forever, your dreams came true.

[qtboni]

cowboy simon x f!reader???

I don't know what else to add, it would be nice if it was smut yk??

I just saw a video where a masked man dressed like a cowboy aslo he still has a naked torso and he is so tall and in very good shape and when I saw this video for some reason it reminded me of Simon

(sorry, english is not my native language, sorry if there are any mistakes!!)

HAI ANONNIE !! OMIGEE COWBOY SIMON IS SO HOT !? like he can yeehaw me every damn time wtf ☝️😍

╰﹒ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon indulges you in your pretty lil fantasies <33

C/W: MDNI. smut w/ fluff + dom!simon riley, sub!f.reader, petnames (love, baby, pretty girl), lotsa teasing, neck kissing, lil manhandling, lil belittling, lotsa praises, thigh riding, humping, clit stimulation, aftercare

W/C: 1.9k

"You're so easy to please, love," Simon chuckles as he had you in a state where you were unable to move, or speak, or even think rationally. Not after when he had obliged to indulge in your naughty little fantasies of being fucked by a cowboy in the late night hours. You could only let out a whimper for him.

You claimed you were joking. But you weren't, really. You had been dropping little hints about those fantasies all the time, asking if he would be up for a cowboy roleplay in the bedroom. He had grumbled a "sort of" agreement when you asked if he was down for it, but you hadn't realized he was really on board for it.

That is, until now, when you found yourself sprawled on your back on the bed, completely weak under his touch.

Simon was dressed with a black cowboy hat atop his head, a sexy red bandana encircling his neck, a thick cowboy belt wrapped around his hips, and dark jeans hugging every curve of his delicious thighs. And to top it all of was his famous skull mask, hiding his face. No shirt. No top. He was beyond shirtless. And my gods, were your pussy right now is dripping with need when you looked over at his abs.

You find your heart racing and your hands trembling as Simon leans in, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Do I make you nervous?"

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of him being so close, his warmth and presence filling you with a sense of exhilaration that's hard to contain.

"...Yes," you whisper breathlessly in response, your voice dripping with need. Your heart is pounding with excitement, and your body feels on fire with desire as you look into his eyes.

You watch as Simon moves closer, his lips ghosting gently over your throat as he kisses your neck. Your mouth parts and you moan softly, your body tensing and shivering with arousal as he lightly nibbles on your sensitive skin. Your breath quickens and your heart beats faster, overwhelmed by the thrill of it all.

With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you pulled him close to you, desperate for more of his touching. Your body responded to his kisses, jolting with pleasure as his lips nibbled down your neck. Your hips writhed and squirmed under him as he suckled on your sweet spot.

The heat was building up inside you as Simon's kiss roamed down to your shoulders, and your entire body was buzzing with sensuality. You were lost in pleasure with each sensation of his touch, and the world around you seemed to fade away that you fail to notice Simon pinning your hands above your head.

Simon whispered softly to your ear, "Always so obedient for me, hm?" while he suckled on the skin under your ear. You couldn't help but to squirm and whine with need, your needy whimpers begging him to make you feel good. It made his cock painfully throbbing with need.

Simon's raspy chuckle drove you mad with arousal, as he licked a long striped line from your neck to the base of your ear, leaving a wet trail. You moaned and tried to move your hips to relieve your aching pussy, but Simon firmly gripped your hips and held you still, his touch driving you mad with lust and desire.

"Behave."

Your mind was swimming with pleasure as you looked into his half-lidded eyes through the skull mask.

"Please..." You tugged on the red bandana wrapped around his neck and pulled him down to you, intending to kiss him. But Simon's hold on you was strong, and he pulled you back, his teeth digging into your ear.

You cried out, but the sound was quieted when Simon's mouth covered yours in a hungry and rough kiss. His tongue plunged deep into your mouth, exploring in a demanding and passionate way. He broke the kiss only to move his lips back down your neck to suck and bite your skin, his touch driving you wild with lust.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he continued exploring your mouth with his skilled tongue. You sighed softly as his passionate and rough kisses sent waves of pleasure through your body. But the sensation was not enough, and you wanted more.

You pressed your body against Simon's, your hands roaming along his chest and thighs as you yearned for satisfaction. But Simon had other plans, and rolled you over so that you were now on top of him.

"Ride me, pretty girl," Simon mumbled against your ear, his voice raspy with desire and need. He was looking up at you, his eyes blazing with passion as his hands gripped your hips. You felt your body shiver with arousal, as you moved your hips to hover just above him.

With your naked pussy pressed on top of his bulge, you started to grind down on him, your hands planted on his pecks. You let out a soft moan as the friction made you feel wetter.

"No, baby, ride my thigh," Simon purred with a low chuckle, as he stopped your hips from moving, gripping at it hard. His voice was filled with heat and lust, his eyes dark with desire. He pulled you closer to him, his touch gentle but firm as he guided your hips to glide along his thigh. You let out a moan of pleasure as this felt even better than before.

"Good girl," Simon growled as he continued to guide you in grinding down on his thigh using his arms. His voice was raspy with lust, and his words were an encouraging challenge as his touch grew more intimate. You let out a moan of pleasure as you felt your legs trembling with excitement. Your hips slid along the curves of his thigh, and his touch sent electrifying shivers down your spine.

He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he whispered in your ear, "You like that, don't you, baby?"

You mewled when his fingers trailed up your back, sending warm tingles all over your skin. Your breathing grew heavier as you felt yourself becoming lost in his touch. You couldn't resist grinding against him harder, craving the pleasure he was providing. With each movement, you felt your desire building stronger and stronger.

"Simon.."

His lips curl into a smirk as he hears your plea, the desperation in your voice fueling his own desires. He moves his hands from your back, letting them trail over the sides of your body, his touch light but lingering. He can feel how your cunt was completely drenched with your precum, seeping through his jeans, leaving a wet spot in its wake.

"You're doing good, baby," Simon groaned as he grabbed your waist tighter, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going," he whispered eagerly, his grip firm and his touch thrilling as you continued grinding down on his thigh. The sound of his encouraging words, and the feel of his presence made your body squirm with enjoyment.

"I'm trying, Si'.. Please." You breathed heavily and moaned softly, as Simon coaxed you into grinding down harder and faster into his hard thigh. His hands gripped the sides of your waist firmly as he made you move even more quickly.

"Better," he breathed softly in between pants, his words filled with praise and encouragement. The sensation of his firm thighs in contrast to your weeping cunt made your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Groaning, Simon grabbed his black cowboy hat from his head and placed it on to yours, smiling seductively.

"You're so hot like this, baby," he said in a low, raspy voice. He looked into your eyes with a knowing smirk, and his touch made your skin tingle and the heat build up inside you.

Wanting to indulge into his fantasies too, you placed your hand on top of the hat and smirked at him as you grinded your hips harder. You watch as Simon's grip falters and tosses his head back to the feel of your cunt rubbing on his now stained jeans.

With every frantic thrust you did, your eyes fluttered with pleasure as the trail of fire reached your lower stomach, the familiar sensation making your thighs tremble. You sobbed out on to his shoulder, lazily nuzzling into his neck, seeking comfort and support.

Simon bit back a moan as he heard your sounds, his cock already twitching with desire. He wanted this moment to be special for you, but the sight of your pleasure was enough to overwhelm his senses and stir his primal urges. He had to have you.

As you breathe heavily into his neck, you feel his hand gently caressing your back, feeling the tension and tightness in your muscles as you collapsed onto him.

Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, and you felt a wave of tiredness wash over you. Your breath was shaky as you were in a state of pure bliss and satisfaction, and Simon's gentle caresses felt like a comforting hug.

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he whispered gently as he lifted you from his lap and laid you on the bed. His caresses continued as his breath brushed over your neck, sending a tingle of pleasure down your spine.

Your muscles felt relaxed and loose, and your body was breathless from the wave of pleasure you just experienced. You felt languid, and in a state of contentment and bliss. His gentle caresses felt wonderful against your skin.

Simon softly kissed your forehead and smiled gently at you, his touch still sending chills down your spine. You were breathless and content, and every moment with him felt like a dream. So it was a blur when Simon cleaned you up with a wet towel, your body still trembling from passion. He wiped away the cum, as well as the rest of the arousal on your thighs.

He had also tenderly rubbed out the sweat and the redness on your face and neck with gentle caresses as helped you feel clean and fresh again. When he was done, he lay down beside you on the bed, and pulled you close to him, putting the cowboy hat on the bedside table.

"Did so good for me, hm?" Simon said gently as he cupped both your cheeks and looked into your eyes, making you smile. The love and warmth in his gaze made you feel comforted and safe, and you could feel your heart beating faster with excitement at the thought of being with him.

You hummed in agreement as your eyes fluttered in slumber. Your body was still trembling from the pleasure, but a small giggle came out from your mouth as you mumbled out, "You'd be a great cowboy.." With your body completely relaxed and content, you let yourself go and slipped into a deep sleep in his arms.

Simon laughed softly at your sleepy statement, and bent to kiss you on the lips, carressing your cheek.

"Sure am, love, with the prettiest cowgirl in my side."

navi / masterlist !

[amaranthine-enihtnarama]

Feel Alright (Goku x Reader)

(it’s going to be more fun that it sounds; manic pixie dream BOY, s3x; crushes, grief, hiding the past; friendships; jealousy; slow burn; “friends”; healing; growing; will-they-won’t-they; tension baby!!!!; canon blender)

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TW: Mature content in this chapter! (I’m leaving y’all well fed for thanksgiving) Also a little bit of angst!

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When Bellatrix moves to the city after a personal tragedy under the wing of her friend Bulma, her life is completely turned around after she leaves everyone—including herself-stunned with the discovery of her own powers. Suddenly she finds herself swept up in a world of aliens, new bizarre planets and training, along with prospects of romance. One problem, though; she can’t leave the past to answer the new life that’s knocking at her door.

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 (((𝖔(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)𝖔)))♡: part one : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 / part two: 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Inspired by @sevenstarsinning ‘s fic “Sweat”! Go check it out!

part five | home again

“Blood?”

I nodded again, hugging my blanket tighter around me.

“Blood. Like, a period, maybe.”

“But you—“

“Yeah, I know, I know, I’ve never had one,” I said with a slight frown, “I’m freaked the fuck out.”

“You’re not bleeding anymore, are you?”

I shook my head even though I was on the phone.

“Are you?”

“Oh—uh, no. But…that’s not it. I think Goku smelled it.”

“Oh, gross—I don’t actually want to know about how you and Goku fuck.”

“Bulma, we haven’t fucked! He was nowhere near my crotch. He just said he could smell something good, and then his behavior did a total one-eighty. I had to fend him off until whatever happened to him went away!”

She was quiet for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you at all, did he?”

I was taken aback by the question. “Bulma, come on. It’s Goku.”

“Did he?”

I shook my head despite the fact I was on the phone.

“Bels?”

“Oh—uh—no. Of course not. Goku was still very gentle with me, even then. He’s always gentle with me. He’s…always very kind and sweet.”

Bulma’s giggle let me know the tense moment had passed. I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“Kind and sweet, huh?”

“Bulma,” I warned.

“What? Look, I’m not pushing anything, but Goku’s great. And you like each other! You can’t become some kind of spinster just because your ex was awful—I mean, some new action would probably be good for you!”

“I don’t think Goku’s not great, but…”

I sighed heavily, leaning against the headboard.

“It’s just…being back here, all the memories, all this new stuff…there’s so much changing so fast. I don’t know if I can handle Goku, too.”

“Why not let Goku be new stuff too? Your heart can’t heal if you hold on the past.”

“Bulma, I’m just not ready to go through that again. Things were great with Delilah in the beginning too, and look where that led.”

“Goku’s not—“

I inhaled sharply.

“Look, I know he’s an old friend and you feel you know him inside and out—but love changes people. When you’re heart’s genuinely touched, your fear, your resentment, your old pain, they all come back. We think we know ourselves, and what we would and wouldn’t do, but love changes us down to our very atom; who we are with and without love are two different people. It’s like meeting a whole new person, and I don’t want to meet the other person that’s inside him…or remember the other person inside myself.”

There was silence on her end of the line. I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

“I just…it’s only been what, four, five months now? I’m not ready. Okay?”

“Okay Bels, I hear you. I understand.”

I nodded, slumping. “Thank you. Okay, let’s forget all that—you obviously have a Saiyan situation going on.”

I grinned at the sound of Bulma sighing.

“Yeah, yeah, there kinda is,” she admitted.

“I can hear you smiling, you know—quit trying to act cool, it’s me.”

“Ugh, fine…it’s fucking amazing.”

I laughed as she made a little squeal and shifted around.

“Okay, okay, so basically, he was being an idiot per usual and overdid it in the gravity chamber.”

“Oh, so he’s still an idiot, huh?”

“Since when isn’t Vegeta an idiot?”

With a chuckle, I shook my head, leaving my bedroom and going to the kitchen.

“Okay, so he injured himself, and what happened next?”

“Well, I started finding myself keeping watch over him, and worrying a little about him…he had these nightmares often, so I’d stay while he slept…just, ‘cause…you know…”

I couldn’t help the smile plastered on my face.

“Bulma!”

“Don’t make it weird,” she insisted, “It’s not—“

“Bulma, please, I’ve never heard you talk about a guy like that before! Not even that Yamcha guy you wrote about, and he fucking died.”

“Well the son of a bitch cheated on me,” she said, “Funnily enough, Vegeta—oh.”

I paused from pouring my orange juice, raising a brow.

“Oh?”

“So…I haven’t told you much about Vegeta, have I?”

“Oh, no.”

“No, no, it’s not that—okay, it’s pretty bad.”

***

“Look, all I’m saying is, if I were you, I’d have some qualms about getting involved with a definite war criminal.”

“He’s not—he isn’t a war criminal!”

“Have you made sure?”

“Bels, you don’t get it—Saiyans are a warrior race, they’re all about power and battles and violence. Goku’s an anomaly.”

“No,no, I’ve grasped that; I’m just saying I wouldn’t fuck a crazy person.”

“Oh, he’s not—“

I gave her an incredulous look, and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess that’s fair.”

“Mhm.”

I shook my head and looked out the window, frowning at the scenery below. The last time I saw, there was ice, then ocean, but now we were flying over lush green hills I didn’t recognize. By my memory, we should’ve reached the city by now.

“Where on earth are we, by the way?”

“Uh—just visiting a friend. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. I think he could help you with your power.”

I tensed. “I told you I didn’t want—“

“Look, if you can’t at least control yourself we’re all gonna fucking die, so just do this for me, okay?!”

My eyes widened as she blurted out her argument, and I was humbled into silence.

“Hmph.”

“Hey, you’ll see! Piccolo’s not as crazy as all of the other guys. You guys might actually get along pretty easy.”

“I’m skeptical.”

She chuckled, turning and landing. I sighed, crossing my arms, hesitantly looking at our destination. It was an interesting looking house; small and white with a round purple window. I could only describe its shape as something akin to a combination of a sea creature and an insect. Bulma parked and hopped out, beckoning me to follow. I hesitantly jumped out and onto the ground, rubbing my neck. I was really tired of meeting all of these new friends. Some tension formed in my shoulder at the sound of a deep voice. Whoever this was, they already seemed disgruntled by our presence.

“Why are you here?”

“Hey, Piccolo! I brought that friend of mine I took you to see that was out for a bit, remember? You said you’d help her focus her ki.”

“Who?”

“Oh you know, the one with all that power? She blew up the testing chamber.”

“You brought her here?! You realize this is where I live, right?”

“Well you didn’t answer your phone—none of you muscle-heads do!”

“Oh, right, that thing. It broke.”

“It what?!”

I winced at the volume of Bulma’s horrified screech as I came up behind her.

“Oh, relax,” I dismissed, “you can replace one lousy phone. You could buy every phone factory on earth if you wanted to.”

I looked at this new friend, and a spark of recognition brought me some ease.

“Oh, right. Piccolo.”

He probably wasn’t as huge as Broly was, but this guy was undeniably a giant. He must’ve been, what, seven feet tall? I sighed.

“Man, I’m tired of feeling short.”

Piccolo measured me up with skepticism, black eyes calculating and sharp.

“So, you’re the Bellatrix I saw in the med bay?”

I wasn’t phased. “Yup.”

I popped my lips, holding his intense stare. His brow furrowed slightly, and I lifted a brow. Bulma glanced between us uneasily.

“What’s this I hear about you being able to help me with my ki?”

He gave a slight smirk. “Oh, you’re up for it? You don’t look the type to be inclined to fight.”

“And you don’t seem the type inclined to offer training,” I shot back, putting my hands in my pockets, “But you’re right. I don’t care about combat, I just want to control my power.”

“Mm. It is volatile, I’d understand wanting to control it. But power like yours demands to be used.”

I frowned at him. “Well, too bad. Should’ve picked a different meat suit. I’m a scientist, not a warrior. Can you help me or not?”

He was quiet for a while, maintaining our staring contest, but then he chuckled turning away.

“Fine. Let’s start now. I’ll get my weighted clothes.”

He went upstairs, and Bulma scoffed.

“He could at least say goodbye.”

She quickly turned to me with a bright smile. “See! Told you you’d get along! I’ll get you later, alright? We’ll go out!”

My eyes widened with slight alarm. “Wait, you’re leaving me alone with this guy?”

“I’ll be back,” she urged, rushing back to the ship.

“What the hell are you running for?!”

“Bye-bye!”

“What—Bulma! What the hell do I even talk to this guy about?!”

I watched her fly away with disbelief, feeling a bit of sweat forming on my forehead. I jumped and whirled around to meet Piccolo’s eyes looking down at me.

“Good, you can sense energy. At least you’re not a complete amateur.”

I gave him a blank look as he brushed past me. “Oh great, another charmer.”

“We don’t need to get along. I’m just teaching you.”

I scoffed, following him. “How do you expect to teach people things if you don’t get along with him?”

“Oh, great, another talker,” he muttered, “Just pay attention.”

We walked silently for what felt like an eternity, until we came across a quiet brook that seemed attached to a lake in the distance. It was surprisingly nice. Under the gentle climate of the day with the pleasant sound of water, I already felt a sense of ease.

“Have a seat,” Piccolo instructed, sitting down by the water.

I did hesitantly, crossing my legs like he did. He didn’t look at me.

“I hear your power skyrockets when your emotions get out of control.”

“Yeah. Like a defense mechanism.”

“I see,” he muttered again, turning his piercing eyes onto me, seeming to observe something in the air around me, “It makes sense; your ki’s terrible. So scattered and volatile.”

I was a little offended even though he was right. He grunted, closing his eyes and looking away.

“I think the best thing to do is focus on grounding your energy, and separating its use from your emotions. I know you don’t consider yourself a fighter, but at least for now, if you don’t train your ki, it’ll become more restless, explosive, and erratic. You need to do something about that anger inside you, too. Combat will help with releasing that frustrated energy inside you.”

I frowned at the water. I really didn’t want to do that. I had no business trying to measure up to these crazy people around me—I could sense their overwhelming power; they could all probably break me in half like a banana. This was all ridiculous, I could figure out my own way—

“And that ruminating needs to end, too.”

I froze up, looking at him in surprise. He was giving me a harsh stare that actually gave me a bit of a scare. Could he hear my thoughts?

“You know, you remind me of another kid I trained. He was meek like you, although he had the excuse of being a child. But he stepped up when the time came, and he tapped into his potential. You have the same potential in you. The only thing that will make this difficult is your desire to make it so.”

I stared at him, mouth slightly agape, brow knitted with arguments wanting to bubble up in defense. He rose a non-existent eyebrow at my dumb expression.

“I…I’m not a fighter,” I said plainly.

To my surprise, he smiled. “Neither is he. Not for a lack of trying, mind you. He’s just not like me or his father.”

My gut sparked at the mentioning of his father. “Father?”

“If it’s returning to a normal life you’re worried about, you can do that too. That kid’s in high school now, and he’d still as much of a nerd as he was when I first met him. I’m not trying to force you to change your life, but your potential shouldn’t be wasted.”

I stared down at the grass that tickled my shins, listening to the water. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was scared. I know nothing of this life. I didn’t want to jump into this sea of stuff completely blind. I’d spent so much time feeling helpless and confused, it didn’t seem to me that putting myself into more of that was going to help my issues.

“I’m not ready for that,” I admitted.

“You won’t always be ready,” he dismissed with some harshness, “Sometimes life comes at us before we’re ready, and we don’t get the choice to decide when to let it in. All you can do is ride the waves until it becomes easy.”

His words struck me, and I looked at him in surprise.

“Despite what you may think, you have the strength to ride those waves. I can sense it. The only thing making you weak is yourself.”

I picked up a few blades of grass, staring at them in my palm.

“I guess I’ll tell you. If you promise not to tell Bulma.”

“That’s not hard to do.”

“Okay, my brother’s dead.”

He was quiet, but didn’t seem put off by the information, so I continued.

“He died a few months ago in an accident, fighting off some private investigator my ex-girlfriend hired to follow me, and I’m living in the observatory she built me. And now, after getting a sense of emotional solid ground, I look up, and I’m an alien species with superpowers that destroy everything they touch, and everything I’ve believed since I was a kid has been a lie.”

I sighed, wiping off my hand.

“It’s not that I’m weak. I’m just tired. And confused, and scared, and frustrated, and nine-hundred other things. I just want things to be normal again.”

I looked to him again, a little surprised to meet his eyes. “But I don’t want to put the people I love in danger. So if training with you can help me do that, then fine.”

He regarded me quietly with a new glimmer in his eyes, then nodded.

“I can help you do that. I…apologize for misjudging you.”

I smiled a little, nodding in return. “Okay. When do we start?”

He looked at the water, taking a deep breath.

“Close your eyes, and we can start now.”

I did as instructed, frowning a little.

“What’s next?”

“Sit up straight and focus.”

I muttered, a little annoyed by his authoritative tone.

“Okay, bossy…”

After straightening up, I let out an exhale. I didn’t know what he meant by focus; but I didn’t want another demand given to me, so I just focused on the sound of the water. With time and silence, the quiet trickle had filled my ears, along with the gentle rustling of distant leaves and passing breezes. My breath had deepened.

“You’re a natural,” he remarked, voice softened remarkably, “I’m surprised.”

“I did this all the time as a kid. I grew up in a place not dissimilar to this.”

“I see. Well, since you’re focused, let’s try tapping into your ki. You’ve done it before, right?”

The mentioning of it would’ve usually given me an anxious knot in my stomach, but I’d gotten so zen that I just gave an affirmative hum. I thought of the night I blasted Goku through the clouds, remembering separating our hands and the sensation of that aura. I exhaled as warmth grazed my neck, then shoulders, until my entire body had been embraced by the mysterious sensation. It felt calmer this time; I could appreciate the sensation of it buzzing against my skin. I felt like a plant soaking up the sun.

“Good start,” he affirmed, “Now I want you to focus it between your hands.”

I thought of Goku’s kamehameha with a bit of concern. Piccolo seemed to glean what I was thinking, though.

“Nothing crazy, not an attack. Just create a ball of energy in your hands.”

That sounded a little crazy, but I digressed.

I straightened up, clearing my throat, falling back into the creek again. The warmth grew around me and expanded into a little bubble. As I inhaled, it shrunk around me, and with every exhale, it expanded. I got a little fright when I exhaled, and suddenly I could see Piccolo’s sitting figure behind my eyelids observing me.

“That’s good, now focus it.”

The thought of attempting to shrink this giant aura I’d created around us seemed impossible, but I just took a deep breath.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Contract, I told myself as I inhaled, then exhaled, then inhaled again. I managed to shrink to just around me—Piccolo disappeared, although I could acutely sense his energy next to me. I shivered as the warmth left my shoulders and neck, and soon the giant sphere had become the size of a volleyball. There was a light shining against my eyelids that distracted me though.

Trying to ignore it, I contracted the sphere further, feeling the heat mounting beneath my palms as it got smaller and smaller. The light got brighter, too, and my the time I’d managed it into a ball, I was squeezing my eyes shut to block out the light.

“Take a look,” Piccolo said.

I curiously opened my eyes, and stared in marvel at the bright red ball of energy between my hands.

“Woah.”

“That’s your ki. I’m honestly impressed it’s so malleable.”

I widened my hands, willing the ball to grow, then shrink again. It looked like fire—if it didn’t blind you, of course—but it felt nothing like it. It was like night and day from the ki I’d felt when Bulma ran her test: this felt like life force; creation.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Mm. I want you to keep working on that,” he said, suddenly rising to his feet.

I moved to do the same, but he gave me a look that kept me seated.

“Keep meditating and manipulating your ki. I’ll come back later.”

“”Kay.”

I did as instructed, shutting my eyes and expanding the ball of ki to surround me again. On second thought, Bulma might’ve been right for once; Piccolo wasn’t bad at all compared to the characters I’ve met the past few weeks. One hour with him and I’d become the calmest I’ve been in weeks. As the warmth kissed my skin, I smiled a little. I could sit by this creek forever, listening to it babble. I sighed peacefully.

“Hey, there ya are!”

The alarm of hearing Goku’s voice sent me flying into the air, and the warm ki immediately blasted out of control. Goku let out a yelp as the force of it knocked him out of the air, and we both crashed onto the ground. I let out a groan as a painful ache bloomed throughout my shoulder.

“Agh, shit…”

“Bellatrix! You okay?”

Goku rushed over to me, helping me up to my feet. I sighed, rubbing my shoulder in annoyance.

“I’m fine, it just hurts a little.”

“Heh, sorry about disturbing you. Your energy felt really good there for a moment.”

He rubbed my shoulder, smiling apologetically.

“Goku? What are you doing here?”

I removed Goku’s hand quickly in embarrassment as Piccolo lowered to the ground, approaching us. He gave Goku a reprimanding look.

“I sensed her energy scattering out of nowhere, I thought there was some kind of attack.”

Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry! I just heard from Bulma that Bellatrix was training with you and I wanted to see!”

"She doesn't need the distraction," Piccolo said, eyeing me curiously.

I avoided his gaze with a blush; I could feel my ki blazing wildly inside me as Goku stood next to me.

"What? Bellatrix doesn't mind! Do ya, 'Trix?"

He looked down at me with a smile, and my energy knotted up even more. I looked away.

"Ahem...uh..."

"Goku, go bother Vegeta," Piccolo commanded a bit more firmly, "You're making her energy go haywire."

Goddamn it. I gave Piccolo a dirty look as Goku looked between us in surprise. He looked at me questioningly. I gave an awkward smile.

"Just swing by Bulma's place later."

He nodded, smiled, and flew off. I watched him go for a moment until I realized Piccolo was still there, then I whirled around, fixing my eyes on the ground.

"Go back to meditating," he instructed, turning away.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Sir, yes sir."

He took off as I sat back down on the ground, crossing my legs. I took a deep breath, starting to listen to the water again. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I sighed sharply, rolling my eyes and taking it out.

My eyes widened.

Mom.

***

"You sure you want us to come?"

"She said she wanted to meet my new friends," I muttered, fiddling with the pens on her desk.

"Bulma, I don't like this thing," Goku complained, walking into the lab.

I glanced over briefly, then did a double take in confusion, seeing his new outfit. He wore boots, jeans with a brown belt, a white t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket. I stared quietly, unable to tear my eyes away.

"Wh--why are you dressed like that? You can wear your gi, you know."

"What? But Bulma said--"

"Bulma said nothing," she suddenly interjected, pushing him out of the room.

She shut the door behind her, giving me a smile. I gave her a confused look.

"What--"

"His gi was filthy," she said quickly.

"Okay..."

"Okay."

My eyes narrowed, but I didn't have the mental resources to be suspicious.

"Mm."

"What?"

I looked at her in confusion. "What?"

"That 'hm', what is that? I'm not doing anything!"

I laughed a little. "You know, you have got to work on being less conspicuous."

"I just want to make him a bit more presentable--"

"Mm, to meet my parents."

"It's not like that," she insisted, putting on some earrings, "Your family is very intelligent and a bit more...sophisticated than Goku."

I snorted, then laughed. "What? My family? C'mon, really?"

She gave me a look in the mirror. "Well, Adam is at least."

"Heh, yea--"

I fell silent, my stomach falling. "Oh."

Bulma paused, turning around to look at me.

"What is it—"

"Bulma, how long do I have to wear this thing? My arms feel like sausages..."

I glanced in a panic between the two as Bulma rolled her eyes, pushing Goku out of the room again.

"Wait. Outside."

She closed the door with an exasperated sigh, going back to the mirror and checking her makeup.

"I'm excited to see everyone," she said brightly, "I haven't heard from them in months, I was worried."

My voice was caught in my throat as I shakily got up. She rummaged through her purse to make sure everything was inside, then slung it over her shoulder, heading for the door. I rushed over before she reached it, grabbing her wrist.

"Bulma."

My intense stare stopped her in her tracks, and she fell silent, frowning.

"Bels?"

I squeezed her wrist, breath trembling. "I...it's...I need to tell you something."

"Well, we're gonna be late--"

"It's Adam."

Her jaw snapped shut and her eyes locked on me. I sighed.

"I'm...really sorry I haven't told you sooner."

"Did something happen? Is he okay?"

"He...he's dead."

Her jaw went slack in disbelief, and I watched the confusion in her eyes as my words processed through her mind.

"What?"

"There was an accident; Delilah sent this P.I. after me and there was a fight, and--"

"Adam's dead?!"

I winced at her raised tone. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, I’m…I’m not mad, I…”

She stumbled over to her desk and collapsed into the chair. She stared at her hands.

“It explains a lot, though.”

I watched her sit in silence, then crouched down with a sigh.

“Wait, Delilah sent a P.I. after you? I—what—what happened?”

“You know Delilah, can’t leave me unattended for more than an hour. I sensed I was being watched, and I told Adam. He and the guy got into a tussle, then this motorcycle…and…”

I clapped my hands together, making an explosion sound.

“The ambulance came, but he had no chance.”

“Bels…did you see him die?”

I stared down at my hands.

“I never left his side.”

The ride over to my family home was silent. Bulma gripped the steering controls with a white-knuckle grip, and I sat beside her in silence, hesitant to look at her—if she was crying, I would cry, if she was upset, I would be ashamed. If she had no expression, I would give her one in my mind. Goku was surprisingly quiet; he didn’t ask what had happened, but he could sense the change in everyone’s mood and acted accordingly.

We landed near the farmhouse, and the sight of my parents’ home in the distance, warm and cozy and beckoning, made my stomach twist with anxiety. I didn’t know what to expect or what to do; how to act…I hadn’t visited since Adam had died, I hadn’t talked to any of my siblings or family. With a swallow, I took Goku’s hand as he smiled up at me gently, helping me out and to the ground.

“You’re shaking,” he said with some concern.

“I’ll be fine.”

He nodded, and moved to let go of my hand, but I didn’t let him. We exchanged a look, and he smiled again, squeezing my hand gently.

“You ready, Bels?”

I turned immediately at the sound of Bulma’s voice, and nodded.

“I can’t stay out here all night, anyways.”

She spied our interlocked hands and tilted her head, but didn’t give any outward reaction, turning around and walking ahead. We followed. Goku spoke to me in a hushed voice.

“Is she mad or somethin’?”

“I told her about Adam.

I lagged behind for a moment, leaning over to him.

“Keep this between us, but…she was a little in love with him.”

His eyes widened in surprise.

“I thought it was always just Yamcha…”

“I mean, they never got together, of course, Adam wasn’t…you know.”

“What?”

“Available.”

“What, he had a wife?”

“A boyfriend. Occasionally.”

“Oh…”

I smiled a little. “Yeah. But they were still close…although Adam was close with everyone.”

I watched her solitary figure brush past the dogs that ran up excitedly to greet her.

“She’s family, you know?”

“Yeah.”

I watched her go up to the porch and knock on the door. It opened, and my mother’s arms immediately shot out to embrace her tightly. They swung a little, then Bulma turned around. I hurriedly let go of Goku’s hand once I met my mother’s bespectacled eyes. Her gaze softened, and she smiled. I gave a strained one in return, waving a little. She waved back, gave Bulma a nod, and the two went inside. Goku and I had stopped walking.

I stared at the door quietly, hearing music coming from the windows being carried by the breeze. My legs felt like jelly. Goku eyed me curiously.

“You goin’ in?”

I blinked, looking up at him, then rubbed my chest as my heart pounded against it.

“I don’t…”

I bent over, feeling dizzy, bracing myself on my knees. I felt a bit nauseous. I felt Goku’s hand on my back, then both of then take my shoulders and pull me upright.

“Hey, they’re your family,” he said, pulling me in with his eyes, “They’re not gonna bite. I’m sure they missed you a lot.”

I held onto his hand, trying to take a deep breath.

“But I…if…”

“What?”

“If I go in there, without Adam,” I muttered, “It makes it all real.”

He was quiet. I wanted to lean against him, to feel some solidity; my body was all smoke right now. Goku hummed quietly, then looked into my eyes with a smile.

“Why don’t you show me the farmhouse first?”

I let out a labored breath. “What?”

His smiled faded. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t…”

I placed my hand over my chest, crouching down. Goku moved down to the ground with me, looking with concern.

“You’re not having a heart attack, are you?”

“Just feels like it,” I assured, breath trembling, “I think I’m having a little panic attack, that’s all.”

“Panic attack?”

“I’m just…feeling very scared.”

I looked at him, then averted my eyes in discomfort.

“Just give it a minute…”

Before I could pull away, he took me up in his arms, holding me against his chest. My eyes widened. I froze, but quickly fell slack at the sound of his steady heartbeat.

“You don’t have anything to be scared about. I won’t let you get hurt.”

I crumbled in his embrace, my pants leg soaking up the dew from the grass, inhaling his scent, hands trembling as I timidly grabbed onto his arm. I shut my eyes, feeling myself sinking into him, feeling his calmness, his steady energy, and I felt my own begin to calm down in response.

“That’s it,” he encouraged quietly.

My heart jumped. What was happening?

“Goku,” I whispered.

“It’s alright.”

I took a deep breath, feeling how my body rested in his strong arms. I felt his warmth; I could feel that little sun he shone onto everything around him, and it bathed me in its gentle light. I opened my eyes, staring down at the grass.

“I’m sorry, I keep having meltdowns around you.”

He laughed. “I don’t mind.”

I felt his laugh vibrate in his chest. The claw that gripped mine loosened its hold. I took a full breath.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

He touched my face gently, and to my surprise, the tension in my chest eased a bit more at the feeling.

“I like you,” he said plainly, “Why wouldn’t I be nice?”

I looked up at him, realizing how close we were—with Goku, proximity always seemed to become a very important concept.

“You’re too nice,” I whispered, glancing down at his smile and meeting his eyes again.

He only smiled more, shaking his head.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

He leaned closer, chuckling. I didn’t retreat—I turned my body to him, wanting to take in the smile that glowed in his eyes. He pressed his forehead against mine.

“Nuh-uh.”

I laughed a little, and his smile got bigger.

“Your laugh is pretty,” he said, letting me go as I pulled away.

“You’re too nice,” I reprimanded, “Too nice and too sweet.”

We stood up, and he beamed at me.

“You’re not scared now, right?”

I shook my head, laughing again. He frowned.

“No, I’m not.”

“What’s so funny?”

I couldn’t contain my smile. “Nothing. You hungry?”

“Something’s funny,” he pressed.

We walked to the house, and I looked at him then glanced away.

“What is it?”

I didn’t know what to say. I reached up and pinched his cheek gently. He smiled and did the same in response, making me smile. The sound of barking took my attention away from him as the family dogs bounded up to us, tongues flailing and tails wagging eagerly. I knelt down, embracing them as they knocked me over on the ground, licking my face and sniffing me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“He—Hello you two—oh gosh!”

My cheeks ached as I scratched their heads, struggling to sit up. Goku watched me with a smile, but was quickly overtaken by our giant hounds’ curiosity. He stumbled and chuckled, patting their heads as they circled, sniffed, and nudged him around.

“Woah, hey, hi!”

“Don’t let them bully you,” I warned.

“Oh, I’m sure—woah—“

I grinned as they knocked him on the ground, licking his face too. Goku laughed heartily, trying to shield his face.

“At least they like you.”

“Heh, yeah—hey—“

I whistled, snapping to bring them over to me. “Okay, that’s enough.”

They looked over and trotted over, sitting. I got up and helped Goku to his feet.

“They’re cute,” he said brightly, “And weirdly strong…”

“You should probably wash your face when we get inside.”

I wiped off his shoulder, then clicked my tongue as an amused smile grew on my face again.

“Awe, your jacket’s all covered in fur now. Not very presentable.”

“It’s not?”

“No, not at all. You should probably take it off.”

I nudged him with a playful look as we reached the porch. He grinned back, taking it off and slinging it off of his shoulder. I knocked on the door, looking at Goku again—he’d gotten some fur in his hair. I chuckled, pressing up on my toes and holding onto his shoulder to keep me steady as I plucked them out of his hair. He looked down in pleased confusion.

The door swung open and I was hit with a familiar ‘ooo’. I froze, my cheeks heating up as I turned to look at my older sister. Gita grinned, hazel eyes shining mischievously behind her glasses. She crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe, glancing between us curiously.

“Well, well, is this why you haven’t come around, Trixie? Got a new boyfriend?”

I rolled my arms, looking away. “He’s not my boyfriend, Gita.”

Her eyes crinkled as she laughed. “Oh, sure, not yet! What’s your name, handsome fella?”

“I’m Goku.”

“Goku. Nice to meetya. I’m Gita, Trixie’s big sister.”

She shook his hand firmly, making her bangles clink against each other.

“Oh, firm grip,” she remarked, taking her hand back and placing both on her hips, “You’re as strong as you look.”

She nodded, patting his shoulder with a smile. “Come on in, food’s almost ready.”

Gita opened the door for us, welcoming Goku in and giving me a wink. I shook my head profusely, but she only chuckled, pinching my cheek.

“Still so shy, huh, lil sis?”

The sound of Bulma’s laugh danced along the walls as music and the aroma of food reached my senses. Gita rubbed my shoulder, and we lingered by the door for a moment as she gave me a meaningful look.

“How are you doing?”

I looked at her, smiling a little. “It’s…not easy.”

She nodded. “I know. It hasn’t been easy for any of us.”

I hummed, looking at the ground. She wrapped her arm around me, then pulled me into a tight embrace.

“I’m glad you’re finally here. We’ve all been waiting for ya, kid. No one blames you.”

I slowly hugged her back, inhaling the scent of gardenias that clung to her dark, silky hair, feeling my heart release a little.

“I missed you guys a lot,” I said quietly, “I just, I couldn’t—“

She rubbed my back soothingly, making me fall silent.

“I know. We missed you, too.”

She pulled back, smiling. “You have nothing to explain. Okay?”

I nodded. She cupped my cheek, giving me a hard look.

“I want to hear you agree, Trix.”

I smiled. “Okay.”

She nodded. “Okay. Let’s go. You still have Kuno and Cai left to give you a hard time about your piece of man candy.”

I grumbled as she laughed again, ushering me inside.

“He’s not—“

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you’ve already talked Bulma’s ear off with your friend spiel.”

I blushed. “I don’t—“

“Well, look at you, all grown up.”

I turned to see Kuno eyeing me up, blonde eyebrows raised. A smile played on his lips as he came over to me, uncrossing his arms as I gasped.

“What the fuck did you get so ripped for,” I accused in disbelief.

He laughed, trapping me in a bear hug and picking me up. I fought to breathe but patted him on the back. He’d completely changed from the skinny guy I remembered.

“Hey, I’ve been hitting the gym,” he said, with a shrug, “Not to mention all the heavy lifting at work.”

“What do you do now?”

“Moving company,” he said, picking up a wine glass off of the dining table and passing it to me, earning a dirty look from Gita, “Furniture, boxes, the like.”

“Although, your guy over there’s giving me a run for my money,” he said, nudging me with his elbow.

“He’s not my guy,” I insisted, taking a sip of wine, “If everyone keeps saying that, I’m gonna need this more than Gita.”

He chuckled, patting my shoulder. Cai and Bulma’s laughs rounded the corner into the dining room before they did, cheeks flushed and holding glasses of liquor. I shook my head with a smile.

“God, what is it with this family and alcohol,” I remarked, sipping from the glass as well.

“Nothing wrong with having a good time,” Kuno said, patting my head, “You’ve been gone too long.”

I smiled at him, pushing him lightly and leaving the room. Bulma seemed better, which eased some of the pressure in my chest. A bit of it returned at the sight of my parents and Goku hitting it off in the kitchen, though. My mom caught sight of me first as they all laughed together, and came over to me, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you’re here.”

She kissed my forehead, hugging me tenderly. I hugged her back.

“Hey, Mom.”

“How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good.”

“Mm, you need anything? Bulma taking care of you?”

“I actually moved back to the observatory. Had to call Delilah but she agreed. It’s mine now.”

She smiled and nodded, but her eyes showed concern.

“I don’t like the idea of you being out there in the ice all alone…”

I chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t see myself being left alone for a while.”

My father’s laughter caught my attention, and I glanced between him and Goku. Mom pinched my cheek, giving me a smile.

“He’s sweet,” she said, leaning over towards me, “Nice catch.”

“He—“

With a sigh, I smiled back, shoulders slumping a little. Might as well take the compliment at this point. Goku turned and smiled, and I smiled back shyly—he had to have heard that. My father finally saw me around him, and his eyes lit up.

“Oh, Bellatrix! I swear, I didn’t even recognize you, you look so beautiful—oh, come here!”

I gasped for air as my father laughed, squeezing me in an even tighter bear hug than Kuno’s.

“Dad—Dad!”

“Oh, I’ve missed my little starlight so much!”

I blushed as I met Goku’s eyes, seeing his amused smile.

“Dad!”

“God, you’re all skin and bones; let’s get you fed—honey, are we all ready to eat?”

“Dad, I’m dying here,” I gasped out.

Mom laughed. “Yes, I think—oh no!”

Her eyes widened in sudden recollection. “I forgot desert!”

“I think I’m blacking out—“

“Oh no! That’s no good at all! We’ve got dinner all ready to go, though…”

“We can get it,” Goku offered.

Dad turned to him, swinging me along with him.

“Oh, you’d do that for us son? Thanks so much.”

“I’ll go write up a list—keep the food warm, honey!”

Mom rushed off, and Goku gently pried me out of my father’s arms, earning a grateful look from me. He chuckled, leaning down to say something in my ear.

“Little starlight?”

I slapped his shoulder, sputtering in embarrassment as he straightened up and laughed.

“Shut up.”

Mom shoved a list and keys in my hand, along with a wad of cash and ushered us out of the door in a panic.

“And don’t dilly dally, you two!”

I laughed softly as the dogs ran up to us again, sniffing and barking and circling us as we got in the car. I was about to turn the ignition, but gave Goku a look.

“Seatbelt.”

“Oh! Sorry.”

He buckled up, and we were off.

***

Dinner was loud, happy, and plentiful. I sat between Gita and Bulma, laughing, drinking, and laughing some more. There was so much joy in one little room that I felt that it could burst open at any second. Goku, Kuno and my father all bounced off of each other seamlessly, and when Goku was, well, Goku, they only seemed to appreciate it more.

“You’re quite the simple man, Goku,” my father remarked, patting him on the shoulder with a beaming smile, “God, you’re just made of muscle aren’t you? He’s gonna give you a run for your money, Kuno!”

Kuno laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, that is one race I’ll gladly avoid.”

Goku glanced between them with some confusion, but kept smiling nonetheless.

“Heh, thanks!”

I nudged Bulma. “See, they like him, even without the jacket.”

She gave me a look, and I laughed, sipping more wine. My eyes gravitated to the empty seat between Cai and Mom. A steaming plate of food sat there, accompanied by his favorite childhood cup half filled with brandy. I smiled at it bittersweetly. For the first time, his absence didn’t feel so brutal.

“—Eh, Trix?”

I blinked in confusion, realizing everyone was looking at me. Mom looked at me soulfully, a gentle smile formed on her lips. Kuno cleared his throat, and Cai rubbed his shoulder soothingly. I looked around with some shame.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“There’s nothing to feel sorry for honey,” Dad assured, “We all feel it too.”

I looked to Bulma, seeing her staring at the empty chair with misty eyes. I pulled her close and embraced her firmly, placing a kiss on her forehead. She leaned her head against mine, wrapping an arm around my waist. I closed my eyes.

For the first time, it wasn’t just me who felt the pain of his absence, and the world kept spinning despite it.

Cai stood, raising his beer bottle.

“To Adam,” he said, “The only grown man I knew who drank brown liquor out of a superhero cup.”

With a laugh, I raised my glass.

“To the best man I ever knew,” I added.

Kuno rose his. “To the man who never gave up on me.”

Some emotion rose up my throat at his words, and I felt my eyes threaten to water. I smiled.

“Here, here.”

Kuno nodded at me soberly, still managing a smile on his face.

Everyone raised their glasses and cups in silence for a moment, until my father spoke.

“To have lost a man like him is something no one could ever recover from,” he said, looking down at his plate wistfully, “But he’s with us all. Each of us carry a piece of his love in our hearts, and for that we should all keep smiling.”

Mom hummed in affirmation. “Mm, yes. He’d want us to be smiling.”

Bulma sniffed, and I felt some droplets fall onto my chest. I stroked her hair, and Dad came over to take her hand.

The superhero cup of brandy knocked over.

I froze, looking in shock. Everyone’s attention snapped to the spilling brandy, the rolling cup that gradually stilled, and the wind billowing through curtains that covered a window that definitely hadn’t been open before.

I smiled, feeling my eyes growing misty.

“I think he wants us to stop being so down in the dumps,” I said quietly, “Typical.”

I could feel him. I could remember him. The smiling big brother I’d known and loved. Somehow the blood had become a forgotten dream.

***

“Okay, okay, let me just—“

I giggled as I fumbled for the light switch and Goku clung to me, half holding me steady and half gluing himself to my body.

“Goku!”

“What,” he whined.

“Someone’s gonna see,” I insisted, still laughing at the feeling of him nuzzling my shoulder, “Hey, that tickles!”

“Everyone’s outside, no one’s g’na see,” he muttered, “They all know, anyways…”

“Know what?”

He laughed, holding me tighter. I finally flicked on the light switch and we stumbled inside my old bedroom, Goku shutting the door behind him as I opened the window. I sighed, turning around to see him creeping around my childhood telescope and squeaked, moving him away.

“Be careful!”

“I’m not gonna break it,” he said, smiling.

I giggled as I guided him to the bed, and we both collapsed with a groan.

“God, my family can drink…”

“I see where you get it from,” he said.

I laughed. “Oh please, I tapped out after three glasses of wine.”

Goku stared at me as my laughter slowly faded, and I held his gaze. I frowned in confusion.

“What?”

He moved closer, swallowing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “So beautiful and so smart and funny…”

I giggled nervously. “Thanks, I guess.”

“I mean it,” he said.

“Okay.”

“No…it’s not okay.”

His eyebrows creased, and he touched my face.

“It’s not okay…”

My drunkenness wore off slightly as Goku’s thumb stroked my cheek repeatedly while I stared into his eyes. The room was still spinning around us, but I was stilled by his gaze. I took his hand in mine, moving closer to him. The space remaining between us felt so vast—how were we going to bridge it? I shut my eyes, placing his hand on my chest. Goku inhaled sharply.

“Feel that,” I asked.

“Feel—feel what?”

“How steady my heart is. My heartbeat.”

“Yeah?”

“That’s what you do to me.”

He fell silent. I pressed his hand closer.

“No one else makes me feel this except you.”

I opened my eyes, holding his gaze. “…No one else is like you, Goku.”

With some uncertainty I reached out and touched his face, feeling my hand tremble slightly as my palm cupped his cheek. I smiled at the feeling of him, of the warmth, of his presence. Maybe it was the alcohol, but in this moment, I didn’t want him to leave my side ever again.

“You’re too sweet,” I said, tracing his jaw with my fingertip, “Too sweet.”

His voice asked a soft question. “Bellatrix?”

I almost wanted to touch his mouth, to feel his voice passing through his lips. I sighed.

“Shit Goku, what did you do to me?”

“What? I didn’t do anything. At least…I don’t think…”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Oh, you did something, alright. You’re doing it right now.”

“I am?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not very convincing when you act coy, Goku.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer—the vastness that seemed so daunting was shattered in mere seconds.

“I like you,” he said, brushing his nose against mine, “I like you a lot.”

I grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

“No, I really like you.”

“I know.”

“Like…like Chichi…”

I laughed again. “Goku, I think we’re a bit drunk.”

“N-no, did you hear me? I like you.”

“I heard you,” I assured softly.

He smiled, gently taking my chin. “Do ya like me?”

I hesitated despite myself. I let out a sigh as Goku waited for me to answer with increasing unease. The words I’d been holding back spilled out.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared?”

“I like you, Goku, but I’m scared.”

I took the hand that held my chin, timidly brushing my lips against it, shutting my eyes.

“If I lost you too…”

My breath trembled as I pressed my lips against his knuckles.

“My heart would break all over again, and I don’t know if I’d survive it.”

“I’m not like her,” he whispered.

I smiled, placing his hand on my waist and pulling him closer, pressing my face into the crook of his neck, pressing my lips against his pulse, losing myself in him.

“You always smell so nice,” I said.

“‘Trix,” he insisted, “I’m not like her.”

“You’re not like anybody, Goku.”

I pulled away from his neck and looked at him again.

“People like you, like my brother…you can’t be replaced. You know that, right? It always leaves a hole when you’re gone, and it won’t get filled again because there’s no one like you that can heal it.”

I looked down at his lips. I finally touched them, caressing them with the pad of my thumb.

“If I fell in love with you…and I lost you…”

His hold around me tightened.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

“I didn’t say leave,” I corrected with a chuckle, “I said lost.”

His brow furrowed, and I rubbed the wrinkles until it relaxed. He let out a sigh, shutting his eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t leave. People like you don’t leave. People like you are taken away.”

“I won’t get taken.”

“Yes, you will.”

“No, I won’t.”

I pulled back slightly, looking him square in the eye.

“You died before, right? While you were with Chichi? Your son? How do you think it felt for them when you were taken away?”

“I…I know it wasn’t easy—“

“Easy? Look at how I’ve been without Adam.”

I poked his temple with a chuckle. “I want you to hear me. Get these words into that Saiyan brain of yours.”

He looked at my mouth intently, making me grin.

“When you die, the people you love die with you. When you go off doing amazing things, the people you love are left behind, aching for you. Us normal people aren’t as strong as you are, we can’t hang on and keep up with your story. We don’t want a story. We want a simple life. We want to be happy, do good work, and have peace and love—and we want to love you.”

There was pregnant silence until he smiled.

He took my face in his hands, eyes twinkling. “You want to love me?”

I sighed sharply. “Did you hear a single word I said?”

“Yeah, I did. But…you want to love me?”

He grazed my lips and my jaw with his knuckles, and, feeling the slight callous formed, I pressed my lips against it.

“I don’t think I have a choice at this point. It’s going to happen…I can feel it. I’m going to fall in love with you. And I’m scared. You’re—you’re so beautiful and…I can’t—”

I sighed, trying to gather my thoughts. “I can’t lose you, too.”

“You won’t,” he assured firmly.

I smiled. “Goku…you can’t promise that.”

“Yes, I can. I won’t.”

There was a fire in his eyes that shook me. I bit my lip, then let out a sigh.

“I can’t lose you, either.”

I looked up at him in surprise.

“You’re all I can think about sometimes. You always make me feel so great and so happy. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that way about someone else besides Chichi.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, lips ghosting over mine as he let out a shaky breath.

“I really messed up with her…I can’t mess up with you, too.”

“Goku…”

For some reason, the thought of kissing him actually dawned on me for the first time. I pressed my hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to do this again.”

The possibility of his lips was so close. It made me feel hasty. Thirsty. Anxious. Goku felt it too, I could tell. He swallowed nervously.

“That’s okay. I never feel ready to do anything.”

I laughed. “You’re too sweet, Goku.”

I could feel the feverish urge building between us.

“You’re…perfect,” he breathed.

I shook my head. “No one’s perfect. It’s a good thing.”

“Bellatrix…”

“Yeah?”

“I need to kiss you.”

“I know.”

“Right now.”

“I know.”

We were silent. I stared at his mouth. He waited for me eagerly—always so gentle, so careful with me. I needed him, I knew it. I blinked, trying to keep whatever wits I had left about me.

“We can’t go back to how we are now, if…if we do that.”

“I don’t want to.”

Oh, god.

He licked his lips, clearly struggling to contain himself.

“I need you, ‘Trix…I can’t fight it anymore. I need you.”

His words echoed in my mind. I need you.

My eyebrows creased. I swallowed.

“I—“

He inched closer, hand inching down my waist to my hip. I leaned towards him.

“I need you too.”

His hand took hold of my hip firmly, pulling my body against his. My leg passed over his hips, and the bed creaked as my knees sunk into the mattress. My face was flushed—here I was, straddling the man I swore up and down I wasn’t going to give in to. I stared down at his face, his shining eyes, his slight smile, his tousled hair from the fun of the night; it as all so beautiful.

His hands clung to my hips, teasing the possibility of embarking to the bare skin under my shirt. I leaned down, cupping his cheek, pressing a soft kiss onto the corner of his mouth. His hands twitched and held onto me tighter. With a smile I leaned up and he followed, seeking to return the kiss. I placed another on his cheek, coaxing him to sit up fully and resting on his lap. Goku laughed breathlessly. I stared at his curved, laughing mouth and slung my arms over his shoulders, pressing my weight onto him and tilted my head.

“Are you sure,” I whispered.

“Please,” he muttered, brushing his lips against mine, “Come here already.”

I laughed softly at the cracks in his restraint.

“I don’t want to make a mistake for us,” I said, “We need to decide.”

He took my face in his hands, smiling. “I want you, Bellatrix.”

I smiled back, nodding. “Okay. I want you, too.”

His eyes crinkled as his smile grew. “Good.”

Goku’s focus quickly shifted to the matter of most importance though, and his hands roamed my body with newfound confidence.

“Now come here.”

Our breaths trembled as our lips finally met. He pressed his tongue into my mouth sharply and I softened his advance by making mine supple against his, taking a gentle hold of his face. He had so much friction in his energy now that he had been given the okay it made me wonder how long he’d been holding himself back—was it the first time we met?

It didn’t take much time for him to follow my lead and be more gentle with me. We moved further onto the bed soon after, unable to part our lips for even a moment. The bed creaked under our aimless movement as I eased onto my back and pulled him on top of me by his shirt, managing a smile and to pull myself away for a second.

“Bulma was…was diabolical to put you in these,” I said with a chuckle.

He quickly took my lips with his again, then smiled against my mouth.

“You like it?”

I tucked my fingers around his belt and tugged his hips further down between my legs and grinned.

“I fuckin’ love it.”

I shot up and kissed him a bit more passionately, my eyebrows furrowing. Goku moaned slightly, and I bit his lower lip, making him yelp a little in surprise and break his lips from mine.

“What was that for?”

I frowned, my mind starting to get clouded with lust. “Huh?”

“You bit me…did I do something wrong?”

“What?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Oh, shit, no, no, sorry, I should’ve asked if you liked that or not—“

“I do, I just didn’t know if—“

“Fuck, I’m sorry to cut you off, I just—“

I sighed desperately as I stole another kiss, gripping his jeans tighter as Goku sensed I’d changed somehow and kissed me harder, pressing himself against me. I felt how hard he was and my head spun—I was dangerously close to forgetting we were technically in my family home on the loudest mattress on earth.

“We should—we should be smart,” I muttered thoughtlessly between kisses, “Someone’ll hear the bed if we fucked right now.”

“But I want to fuck you now,” he complained a little, kisses starting to stray from my mouth, “I can smell you, how am I supposed to control myself when I can smell how ready your pussy is for me?”

I blushed as his sudden crassness, but it made me want him more. I laughed breathlessly, aching at the feeling of his hard cock against pressed against my clit through my jeans. He pressed a little harder and I grazed my nails over his arm, feeling a wave of heat pass through my whole body. He chuckled, capturing my parted lips and biting my lower lip in return.

“See?”

I was already unbuttoning my pants. He grinned, unzipping them, tracing the waistband of my underwear with his fingertips.

“Fuck, Goku, you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“It’s okay,” he assured, voice growing husky, “I won’t fuck you if you don’t want it. I just…”

My brain didn’t even process what he’d done until Goku had tossed my pants to the floor and lowered my hips against the mattress again. Not one squeak, and he’d gotten my pants off already. I gasped as I felt his thumb swipe over my clit, then rub it gently. I bit my lip, grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Goku,” I whimpered quietly.

“I just need to taste you, that’s all.”

His voice had completely changed. His entire demeanor had changed; he sounded deathly serious. I could imagine this is how he was in a fight—composed, focused, precise, and absolutely ruining his opponent.

He pulled my underwear apart without much effort, and his breath audibly stilted at the sight of my soaked cunt. I could only hope one of us could keep from going over the edge.

He leaned down over me again, kissing me hungrily, prompting me to respond eagerly in kind.

“Can I feel you,” he asked breathlessly.

I had absolutely no idea what he meant by that, and no intention of turning him down.

“God, please, yes.”

The bed gave the slightest creak as he carefully pushed my legs farther apart and kissed down my body, pushing my shirt up to plant kisses all over my chest and abdomen, then sink his teeth into one of my hips, making me moan softly and grip his hair. His fingers gripped my thighs as his mouth found my pussy, and with a quiet grunt, slid his tongue inside of me, then ran it over my clit as one of his hands released me.

I had a brutal grip on his hair as his tongue continued to work its magic on my clit—it was taking everything in me to keep myself still, to keep my hips in place, to not cry out his name as he sucked on my clit, making my head fall against the pillow. My chest was heaving.

“Goku,” I gasped, “This—is not careful—!”

He slid his fingers inside of me and I was completely his.

“Fuck, don’t stop…”

He didn’t smile, he just kept devouring and fucking my pussy with his diabolical tongue and big, strong fingers. I grabbed onto the headboard with my other hand, trying desperately to keep my hips still as he planted kisses on my inner thigh as I started to clench around him. I could hear the way I was gushing around his fingers as he thrusted them in and out.

“That’s it,” he whispered against my skin, “C’mon, ‘Trix…”

I couldn’t speak a word, only crush the headboard under my grip as his mouth went back to my cunt, sending me over the edge, when—

I froze as Goku slid his fingers out, breathing almost as heavily as me. He pulled back and sat up, the moonlight shining down on his dark eyes as he put the two glistening fingers in his mouth, holding my gaze until he groaned, shutting his eyes. I was completely disoriented at this point as my body burned for release. His eyes opened again as he slid his fingers out of his mouth, grinning down at me.

“It’s just as good as I thought it would be.”

As I slowly started to realize he wasn’t going to give me the release I needed so badly, I put a hand on my forehead and laughed softly.

“Oh, you evil son-of-a-bitch,” I said, letting my legs fall to the side. “Thank fucking god.”

He chuckled as I sat up, looking him up and down and giving him a little glare.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Well, you definitely weren’t going to stop anytime soon.”

I rolled my eyes, but smiled. “And whose fault was that?”

He only gave me a big smile. I planted a kiss on his cheek, getting off of the bed and feeling around for my pants on the ground. When I found them, I tossed aside my torn underwear and put them back on.

“Where did my glasses go,” I whispered, “Are they on the bed somewhere?”

Goku handed me them as he stood, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I put on my glasses as I laughed softly.

“This is probably the only time I’m gonna ask for this, but can you instant transmission me to the observatory?”

“Can I stay the night?”

“Maybe if you’d let me come just now, but I don’t feel so generous anymore.”

“Awe, why not?”

I smiled up at him as he put his fingers to his forehead, and we disappeared from the dark, quiet bedroom.

***

“Rise and shine, boss.”

I inhaled sharply as the blinds automatically opened, and my bedroom filled with the cool, muted sunlight of an arctic morning. The lights turned on after and I groaned, turning to shield my eyes in Goku’s chest.

I paused, tensing up. Goku’s chest?

My eyes went from the white t-shirt to Goku’s peaceful face, and my brain spun. What…what was he doing in my observatory, in my bed? I tried to sit up, but he groaned in protest, holding me tighter—holy fuck, I’d been asleep in his arms. I racked my memory of the night before desperately—what could’ve happened to warrant waking up like this? We were clothed, but I didn’t have underwear on, which was concerning since I recalled going to a family dinner.

He nuzzled my neck, and it all came flooding back like an avalanche—the drinking, the smiles, the way his fingers felt inside me, the way I pulled his arms tighter around me was we fell asleep on the bed. I looked back at his face, his lips, and sighed quietly. Life happens, whether you’re ready or not.

I placed a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him up, smiling as he frowned, groaning again.

“Get up, you big goof,” I teased, “Or do you not want breakfast?”

His eyes slowly opened and he squinted down at me.

“…Bellatrix?”

My stomach flipped at the confusion in his eyes.

I sure as fuck am not ready.

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he would simply just pick you up

right off the bat

i mean, why not

you're tiny so like, not hard to pick up?

and then when you get too riled up, he'll just pick you up by your shoulders and you'll like squirm around before just pouting in his arms

will carry you bridal style everywhere

will protect you at all costs I think

doesn't want his lil angy boyfriend getting hurt

he likes being way taller than you and making fun of you for it which makes you more angy and then makes him pick you up again LMFAOOOOO

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I don't condone any of the immoral or illegal acts that I write

[just-null-cult]

May I join the cult? I also have read that lovely Noritoshi Kamo fanfic that kuzure has made. Peak fiction. 👾👾👾

?? of course! all are welcome in my cult as long as you remain respectful to me, yourself, and others. and yes, it's a very lovely fic! I like it lots.

[thoughtsofatransboy]

I hope you know you're really worth it.

Hello fellas!! Are you guys doing well? Sleeping and eating? I hope yes! I'm happy to be back writing by my own will, not just for full fill requests (something my little burnout brain can't do perfectly) There's another MCR fanfic, since this fellas are the reason I smile everyday 👾

Warnings: This fic contains pet names such as: angel, sweetheart, darling and pretty thing; multiartist!reader, sex, gn!reader, implicit afab!reader (I'll try my best to not describe genitals), kind of dom!Frank Iero, grammar mistakes cuz my English sucks. Some angst and a scar (implicit SH) mention. If any of this things can make you feel uncomfortable, feel free to leave and maybe read something else from my blog

1st of August, another month, another week, another day. Honestly, your life's being a stupid watercolor blur, the hours and the moments and the pain just mix with your emptiness.

You've been feeling real down, a horrible self-esteem and lack of creativity. Basically, you're experiencing a severe burnout. Being an artist, you know how much the quality of your creations tends to decrease when you're going through something like this.

But... in the middle of your chaotic situation, you have someone who can always make you laugh, flush, giggle, smile and have pleasure. Your beloved one, Frank Iero. Which you call as "Frankie"... You can't understand how you got so lucky in your life to have someone as sweet as him to love and take care of you.

Well, as sweet and adorable as it looks like, you've been having struggles with him too. Not because of his actions, but because of your fear of losing him. Anytime you went to a walk with him, and you see him looking to someone, you couldn't help but feel insecure, afraid that he might be desiring them.

You know it's just some paranoia and he would never do something like this to you, at least is what your rational part wants you to believe.

8 p.m, you're laid down on your sofa, with a small blanket covering your legs. You're waiting for Frank to arrive home. You're looking around your living room, trying to distract yourself from the scars on your arm, they really aren't helping your self-esteem. You notice that your cat is there, she seems happy, meowing around and chasing a little fly. God... How much you wish you were happy like a cat.

You couldn't do anything but feel overwhelmed with your pain. Your work, art, family, your partner, yourself. Before you could notice, you're collapsing into tears, and so focused in your crying, you don't listen to the key turning in the door. Frank arrived, but instead of a happy partner, he finds you crying and hopelessly on the couch.

"Sweetheart! Are you ok?" Frank said, no taking too long to go towards the couch and hug you. "Shh... shh... it's ok... I'm here, it will be fine.." Honestly that's all you needed. You let yourself focus on the moment, while he strokes your hair gently. After some minutes in completely silence, he decides to ask. "What happened angel? Why were you crying?" You really want to answer him, but all you could say was "Frankie, am I worth your love?"

Frank was surprised, there wasn't many questions in this world that would make him feel so sad as he was now. He wasn't showing his partner enough love? How could he be so fool to let his own partner think something like this?

"Oh sweetheart... you are the prettiest person I ever met in my whole life. Of course you're worth it" You finally could feel yourself calming down a little, In the heat of the moment, he kisses you on the lips, sweet but really sloppy.

What was supposed to be an innocent little kiss turns into a make out session, with some naughty hands and pleasure moans. Your tears couldn't even be noticed anymore, they're drying more and more as Frank caress your face with so much caring and love.

You're senses are filled by his scent, your body sensitive to his hands caressing through your favorite spots. He breaks the kiss, not gasping for air, but on the way to kiss and suck at your neck.

His kisses send shivers down your spine and his hickeys makes you feel something else down there. He seems more desperate than you, alternating between kissing you mouth and your neck.

Noticing that you're aroused, Frank finally decides to act, passing his hands through your body, until he arrives your waistband, lowering your pajama pants down. Getting on top of you, he starts grinding against your crotch in anticipation.

"Darling, I wish I could give you my eyes... My ears... My thoughts, so you could understand that everything you do is incredible, so you could see yourself the way I see you" His soft words making the perfect contrast with his hands lowering your underwear in a quick movement, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"Frankie, I love you so much" he smiled to you. He starts to undo his belt, getting rid of his pants and underwear, not bothering in looking where he threw it at. Oh, how could you hold yourself when he is stroking his cock while looking in your eyes? You left out a desperate whine. "Please! C'mon Frankie!"

Who he is to deny you your pleasure? He aligned himself to your entrance, before pushing in slowly and delicate, making you let out sweet moans and some curses. You and Frankie mostly fuck, but not today, today he was making love to you, passionate and pleasuring love.

His thrusts delicate but deep, a sensual pace that made him be able to touch all your sweet spots. Your hole clenching around him, your bodies so connected and heated, his sweating face, your moans, his whines. All of this was too much for you, you couldn't help but let it out go, cumming without advise.

"Hell yeah! Pretty thing... so beautiful when you cum" his attention suddenly goes to your neck, once again he decided to use all his effort to mark your neck. Despite he never stops the rhythm of his thrusts while he goes to your neck, his legs are shaking a little, his moans are getting louder. A sign that he's going to cum very soon.

After some minutes, he couldn't help anymore, cumming inside of you. Collapsing over the couch, next to you. "Hey sweetheart... I hope you know you're really worth it" with a small giggle, you let yourself fall asleep slowly next to your love. Maybe you still going to have troubles to create and maybe you still feel a little sad... But at least you have the sweetest lover in the world, right there for you.

[xsweetelegantdisasterx]

So My name is Aimee, and I bounce around stories. My bestie @stardragongalaxy gave me sound advice to create a master list for all my stories. >-<

Mostly I write about Monsta X, Ateez, The Rampage. And random one shots. My new hobby is writing stories based off of High & Low characters. I will not write about extremely bad shit, but angst is my boo and go too. I like the fluff n stuff, but I am not good at writing a straight fluff story. . My mind becomes clouded with things like "there isn't action. Who did they fight to get to where they needed? Why hasn't my character throat punched anyone yet. . ." ALL VALID QUESTIONS.

If you've made it this far through my rambling, welcome to my disastrous blog. I am an 89 liner, INFJ. And love to write.

OH AND DID I MENTION I'M A HOE FOR LDH? LIKE ALL THE GROUPS. SO THEY WILL BE ADDED ♡

Master List:

High & Low

Nightshade: |Amamiya Bros| 1 2 3 4

Suzuran Boys High School: TBW {To be written}

Oya High: TBW

White Rascals: TBW

Rude Boys: TBW

Daruma: TBW

Sannoh Hoodlum Squad: TBW

Mighty Warriors:

Bernie: (In the process)

Monsta X:

Stuck: {Wonho}

Shownu: TBW

Jooheon: TBW

Minhyuk: TBW

Kihyun: TBW

I.M: TBW

Hyungwon: TBW

The Rampage From Exile Tribe:

Zin

Shogo

Likiya: For Better or For Worse.

Rui: {Yall know i can't have RMPG stories and Not bring him in ♡~♡}

Kazuma: {Him too}

Hokuto

Takahide

Yamasho

Shohei

Makoto

Takuma

Kenta

Itzuki

Riku

Ryu

Kaisei: 1

Requests: {Always Open}

Ateez:

Jongho & Hwa: Fallen {1}

Mingi: TBW

Yunho: TBW

Wooyoung: TBW

[qtboni]

Heyyy I love your writings so much I wanted to ask if maybe you could write a ghost x reader story with angst to fluff maybe where the reader gets tortured in front of him or gets kidnapped idk

╰﹒ 𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐀 !

PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Reader

C/W: fem!reader, angst to comfort, violent themes, kidnapped/captivity, restraints, choking/strangling, asphyxiation, death (minor), explicit words, inaccurate spanish dialogues, bit of canon divergence. w/c 3.4k

Ghost could only hear the ringing in his ears as a firm hand connected harshly in his head. "C'mon, pinche pendejo," A woman crouched in her knees infront of him, a snarky smile etched in her face. She looked like a predator waiting for her prey to break, and she had no intention of making it easy for him. "We were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there... Who?"

Valeria. Ghost concluded in his thought.

"Go fuck yourself." He grunted as a reply and averted his gaze elsewhere. It was clear he wasn't interested in giving out any information. His insulting statement made the woman's smirk to drop as an irritated expression took place.

"If I were you," Valeria replied, her thick accent sipping through. She snickered as she taunts him by tilting her head to the side, faking a pity expression. "I'd be careful with my words."

"Why would I, ya lil' fucker." Ghost hissed, his brows furrowing as he glared at her with a menacing expression. He tried to move his tied wrists and legs, but the rope was too tight. His frustrations boiled at the feeling of helplessness, the tight bonds threatening to cut off his circulation.

"Because?" She replied with a deep chuckle, her eyes gleaming with a malicious glint. In one swift motion, she grabbed him by his vest and forced him to look up at her. "I have your pequeña princesa right here." Her words were punctuated by a self-assured smirk, her expression daring him to defy her command. His muscles were tense, his hands curled into fists as he struggled against his bonds, the tight rope digging into his wrists and legs as he tried to break free.

'Princesa?' He thought, his mind racing to make sense of her word. But then it clicked.

You.

Ghost took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure in the face of her teasing. ’She's playing with me,’ He thought as he tried to keep a cool head, but her words and expressions were certainly having an effect on him. There was no way Valeria had caught you. He was sure you left with the team!

"So?" Valeria's voice brought him back to where he was. The woman infront of him smiled widely in a sadistic and disturbing manner, her eyes glinting with evil intent. "Tell me. Ask my question,"

"You're a fuckin' lunatic if you think I'll give up intel," He fought against his rising emotions, thinking to himself. She was just messing with his head for sure. But his heart beat at a frantic rhythm, each pulse hammering against his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. "Don't even fuckin' know what you're on about,"

Disappointed, Valeria clicked her tongue. But it was not out of annoyance, no. There was something sinister beneath her snobbish grin, as if she was toying with Ghost and was enjoying it. A series of sinister chuckling enveloped the dark lit room. He could see from the corner of his eyes that a leather roll was unwrapped in the table situated at the side, revealing a collection of various knives, razor blades, tiny tools that were nonetheless can convey damage to one's body.

"No?" Valeria turned away from him for a moment, locking eyes with one of her minions on her right. "Then, I suppose I have no other choice but have you believe me that I stick to my words, hm?"

"Fuck you," He spits even if his heart tightened with dread, thinking for the absolute worst. She's lying. You can't possibly be here. He watches as the woman turned back to him with the same wicked grin, gaze still piercing him like a dagger. "Sit comfortably, yeah?" She continued, speaking as if her decision was already made. She smirked as her words sunk in at Ghost, the thought of harm coming to someone else sending a chill down his spine. "You'll need it."

"I don't f-"

"Wanna know why, cariño?" She cuts him off with a mock, leaning even closer to him. She didn't give him a chance to reply back as her hands wrapped around his covered jaw, her touch causing the skin under to burn with a mental flare. Then she whispered into his ear, her words a slow and teasing drawl. "I'll torture her up real good, and make you... Well," She paused to consider for a moment, before a slow grin spread across her face. "You'll just have to see for yourself." A dark amusement flickered in her eyes, the thrill of his helplessness evident in her tone.

With a rough pat on his cheek, Valeria stood up, her expression serious and professional. "Tráela En," She ordered the men to her side, who immediately obeyed. With a quick glance back to Ghost, the men piled out of the room with Valeria, their footsteps echoing in the hallway outside.

With the men having left the room, Ghost thought of how he could try to escape the restraints that held him down. He wiggled his arms in an effort to free himself from the ropes, but they held firm. His eyes darted around the room frantically, his brain desperately working to develop a plan for escape.

Ghost tried to wriggle his tied up wrists free, but the ropes stubbornly held tight. He took in a deep breath, attempting to clear his mind in order to develop a strategy that could help him escape. He strained as he worked at loosening the ropes, his muscles straining under the effort, and still the bonds refused to budge. With every attempt to free himself, he was met with increasing levels of exhaustion. Time was his enemy here, the clock ticking steadily away. He continued to strain at the ropes, but still they refused to budge. His skin was growing damp with sweat, his breath heavy and raspy. He had to escape, he had to.

Ghost was too focused on freeing himself, his gaze glued to his bound hands, his thoughts locked in a desperate cycle. His focus on escaping the ropes made it impossible for him to notice Valeria entered, his heart racing as her presence suddenly became apparent.

"I was looking forward to this," a raspy voice purred. He snapped turned his head forward, his eyes snapping towards Valeria's boastful stance and... fuck, it's you. The familiar scarf, covered in dirt and dust. Its little ghost drawing, once vibrant and colorful, was now dull and worn, the image haunting him. Even the sound of the heart keychain strapped to your belt was enough to draw him out of his daze, the item bringing back a flood of memories of you.

This can't be.

—

"Yer fuckin crazy," A rough voice was heard amidst the throbbing pain present in your head as you were haphazardly thrown.

You winced as your body collided with what felt like cold asphalt, and tears of anguish welled up in your eyes. Despite the familiar voice you recognized, your covered vision made it difficult to make out anything. The sedatives forced upon you while in captivity made you dizzy and disoriented. As the sack was removed from your head, the full impact of your surroundings flooded your senses. The voices around you were loud and numerous causing white noise in your ears, their words indecipherable to you as your mind struggled to grasp your current situation.

"Don't fuckin' hurt her!"

A sharp yank on your hair jarred you out of your trance, forcing you to look up from the ground. The sound of your lieutenant calling out your name registered in your mind, forcing you to come back to reality. As your eyes met those of Ghost's frantic eyes behind his mask, your heart raced, your anxiety flaring up once again as you quickly assessed what was happening.

Valeria's grip on your hair grew tighter, a cruel and sadistic grin spreading across her lips as your pained gasp filled her with pleasure. "You were expecting someone else, weren't you?" She said to Ghost, her tone dripping with sarcasm and malice. She leaned in closer, her cruel glare inches from your face as she whispered into your ear with a mocking tone, "Too bad. Que te voy a matar." She chuckled, her breath tickling your ear as you winced in pain.

"Just give it up, Valeria," He gritted his teeth in anger. But she laughed, her voice echoing in the room as she turned to Ghost. She held his gaze for a moment, studying his expression. Then, she turned back to you, a cruel grin spreading across her lips. "Oh, you poor thing," she chuckled, her tone dripping with condescension. She softly carressed your scalp as if creating a faux sense of security. "Is this affecting you," She said to Ghost as she ran a finger down your cheek, the sharp pain of her nail digging into your flesh drawing a quick wince from you. "Or do you have anything else in your mind besides this?"

"Fuckin' leave her out of this." Ghost clenched his jaw, desperately trying not to show any more signs of weakness. He tried to stay composed as Valeria leaned in closer to you, her teasing smile growing bigger with every passing moment. He swore the nerves in his arms were bulging out of tense.

You winced at her touch, but you didn't dare to speak as your jaw locked and your muscles tense as you tried to ignore it. Valeria laughed again, moving a step back so she could face him again. "Oh, but I do love the way she look when she's in pain," she said, her tone playful as she studied your tears streaming down your face. "You really should have told me what I wanted to know." She chuckled, moving closer to you again, her hand moving in a gentle caress along his cheek. "It's okay, little sweetheart," she whispered, her voice full of deceiving sweetness.

She has a cruel glint in her eyes as she studied your expression. Her hand gently moved towards your cheek, then her nails started digging into your skin and you gritted your teeth, trying to hold in the cry of pain that was forming in your throat. "Speak, bitch," She spat on you, eyes narrowed with annoyance. You didn't respond, determined to close your mouth. Whatever this was, you're on your lieutenant's side. "No?"

It was only as Valeria let go of her grip on you that you realized how numb your muscles felt. Your legs felt like they were made of lead as you tried to scurry away, but the effects of the torture had left your body limp. Unable to move, unable to escape, you watched helplessly as Valeria went over to the side and grabbed something, the glinting object catching your eye.

You met Ghost's gaze and saw him return it, the terror evident in your expression as he silently implored you to try harder to escape. As if you were the one who has their limbs tied up. "How amusing," Valeria came up between you both, playfully swaying the sharp material in her hands. "It seems like our little friend is too strong-willed for our torture to affect her."

You weren't given the chance to react at all when the knife had already slit your arm. Everything went silent as the stinging sensation was too much to bear. You screamed out as the cold metal pulled out, leaving your blood to gush out of your flesh.

"You fuckin' bitch!" You heard Ghost yell out as he struggled in the chair, attempting to break free from its constraints. Your ears were greeted with the sound of the chair's loud creaks and groans. The noise seemed to echo through the room as he yanked against the ropes, his movements growing more frantic as the sounds turned into small shouts of effort. "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Give me información, pendejo." was all Valeria stated.

As Ghost's struggles continued, your weak and fatigued body could barely muster the energy to keep your eyes open, let alone attempt to help him. He called out for your help with more desperation, his shouts growing louder and more frantic as the knife sliced at your bruised skin again and again.

"S-Stop!" Your body was paralyzed with fear, your mind paralyzed in shock, unable to process what it was witnessing. You wanted to run, to do anything to make it stop. But all you could do was watch, your tears falling down your cheeks. Your body had betrayed you. "Please..."

"Valeria!" Ghost shouted, no, he tried to call for her to stop when your body convulsed as another wave of sobbing washed over you. Two strong hands squeezed your throat, your breaths coming out in shallow gasps. You tried to comply, but the words coming out of your mouth were so slurred and incoherent, it was impossible to understand. You felt like you were on the verge of passing out, your mind and body exhausted from the pain and stress of Valeria's torture.

"Let go!" You choked out the words between the hands on your throat, your strength fading. You tried to pry her off but Valeria's grip only tightened, cutting off your air. As you struggled, she pressed her hand hard against your face.

"Shhh," she whispered, her voice a cruel taunt. Your vision was blurring as your eyes rolled back, a hand over your mouth stifling your desperate screams. Her voice felt far away, as if you were under water.

"Let... please... let go..." you managed to wheeze out desperately. As you fought against the darkness in your mind, your strength waning, you felt your awareness fading away. You felt as if you were floating, weightless and free all over despite the cold temperatures of the air around you. You felt peaceful, your senses fading and your consciousness slipping as you lost your grip on reality, slowly surrendering to the embrace of the void, your world fading away.

As you began to slip away, the world around you began to dissolve into a blur. It was all splotches of black, the darkness slowly consuming your senses. In your distorted vision, you saw something casting a shadow over you. It was hard to tell what it was, but you tried to focus your eyes on it, your irises dilating in recognition. The blurring slowly faded away, your senses sharpening as you glanced over Valeria's shoulder.

There, the person moved quickly, seizing Valeria's arms, yanking her away from you and tossing her aside. He turned to her with a fury in his eyes, ready to throw hands. The world came back to you with a sudden jolt, your lungs inhaling deeply as your eyes popped open. The colors of the room and the chill of the air on your skin became tangible as you registered the sharp pain of the ground beneath you.

With your eyes squinting, you see how she smirked at him, her gaze confident even as Ghost's body trembled with rage. He stepped forward, grabbing Valeria by the hair and twisting it, using his full strength to force her to the ground. He yanked her by the hair across the floor, his grip tight and unforgiving. His eyes filled with hate, his body trembling with anger, as he slammed her face-first into the floor.

"How dare you," he spat, his voice hoarse and raw. "How dare you lay your dirty hands on her!" Ghost's voice was thick with rage and loathing, his words pouring out in a torrent of fury. But Valeria smiled coolly, looking at him dead in the eyes as he continued to pull her across the floor. She didn't try to fight it, allowing herself to be dragged, but Ghost didn't let up. He didn't release his grip on her hair, even as her body bumped and dragged across the floor.

Ghost pulled Valeria forcefully against the wall, pinning her against it as he kept a firm grip on her hair. She tried to move, to squirm free from his grasp, but he didn't let her. She grabbed the knife that was tucked into her belt, the blade glinting in the light, and tried to stab him in the back. Ghost caught the movement in his peripheral vision, and he quickly grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm in a painful maneuver. The knife dropped from her hand as she let out a cry of pain, the blade falling to the floor with a soft thud.

Ghost looked down at Valeria, her expression twisted into a smirk as she glared up at him in defiance. In that moment, he felt his rage flare, his emotions taking over. Ghost brought his face right up to Valentina's, his expression filled with cold malice and hatred. "What?" He asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "Did you think I *wouldn't* finish you off?" He grabbed hold of her hair with both hands, his expression feral as he looked into her eyes.

Ghost twisted Valeria's arm sharply, and before she knew it, he had her in a chokehold. He tightened his grip, his face filled with rage as he looked into her eyes. She struggled desperately, trying to fight him off, but Ghost's strength was overwhelming. He held on tight, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter, his grip tightening with each breathe. She coughed and gasped for air, her eyes filling with a mixture of fear and regret. And then, a moment later, she was gone. The sound of her body hitting the floor broke the silence as Ghost released his grip, letting her fall to the ground. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood above Valeria's motionless body, his breath catching in his throat.

"Lt..." You managed to choke out as you cleared your throat, trying to get his attention to you. Your hands were shaking, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. He slowly turned to look at you, eyes filling with sudden concern. As the pain and anger disappeared, he was overcome by fear and anxiety, the thought of losing you too much to bear.

He rushed towards you, his heart pounding in his chest. There was no hesitation, his arms enveloping your body in a tight embrace. His embrace was tight and firm, his body pressed up against yours with his warmth radiating from him and his breath filling your ears. The adrenaline pumping through his body still, and you trembled in his arms, clinging to him for reassurance.

"We need to leave fast, love," He murmured, absentmindedly calling you a petname, as he took notice of the bruises and bleeding cuts marring your body. Without another word, he lifted you into his arms, your body limp and weak, and carried you. "Not for long before those suckers come here,"

You hummed as a reply, too tired to form words as you rested your head on his firm chest. You felt him adjusting you a bit when his hand came in contact with the cuts you had on your arm and you hissed, body curling up to comfort yourself. "Sorry," he whispered, his voice gentle. He stayed close to you, letting you lean into him as your body trembled. The fear began to fade, and you felt his warmth surround you, his arms a source of strength and comfort.

As Ghost, with you in his arms, walked outside, you were both silent. The cold air and the rustling of your clothing movements were the only sounds you heard, the sounds of the outside world muted and hazy. Ghost's grip around you was firm and protective, and you felt his body against yours as the cold air brushed back your hair. There were no words spoken between you, the air filled with silence and Ghost's gentle breathing, his warm presence beside you.

Suddenly, Ghost's voice filled your ears and it sent your heart fluttering. "Swear on my word," He gently whispered in the volume of what he should only hear. The heat of his embrace still radiating around you, his arms still wrapped around you, protecting you from the world. "I'll never let you get hurt again."

[amaranthine-enihtnarama]

Feel Alright (Goku x Reader)

(it’s going to be more fun than it sounds; manic pixie dream BOY; s3x; crushes; grief; hiding the past; friendships; jealousy; slow burn; “friends”, healing; growing; will-they-won’t-they; tension babyy)

Inspired by @sevenstarsinning ‘s Sweat” Taglist: @ilove-evanpeters @moonyscardigans @twinshii @raspberryhaterade @iwenttoshiratorizawa @uselessdoodlesdude @khai-luvs-iida @ferneskin @burneraccountant @de4ds0up @bellaisasleep @arougeme @aurorarevenclaw1927 @applecandy14 @fingersnapples @langdoncult @loona-thebadchild @anlin2058

When Bellatrix moves to the city after a personal tragedy under the wing of her friend Bulma, her life is completely turned around after she leaves everyone—including herself—stunned with the discovery of her own powers. Suddenly she finds herself swept up in a world of aliens, new bizarre planets and training, along with prospects of romance. One problem, though; she can’t leave the past to answer the new life that’s knocking at her door.

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 (((𝖔(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)𝖔)))♡: part one : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 / part two: 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

part one | it’s been a long night

I didn’t get to sleep in my new apartment until the sun was starting to rise, which was great for me, since this was my first day at work. My alarm woke me up about thirty minutes later, and after a brutally cold shower, some supplements, and a thermos of fresh black coffee, I was driving myself down to the giant sphere building where my friend was waiting for me. She waved ecstatically as I pulled in, and pulled me into a tight hug after I’d parked and gotten out of the car.

“Oh, Bels! This is going to be so great, you’re going to love it here! How are—oh…”

Her face fell a little after getting a good look at me. I gave a wry smile.

“You look like shit,” she remarked.

I feigned shock. “What? But I took those multivitamins! I can’t believe they didn’t do anything like I said they wouldn’t when you gave them to me…”

She rolled her eyes, hooking her arm through mine and leading me inside. “C’mon, I’ll take you to your office.”

I looked around as she led me through the lobby and we went into some kind of heavy-duty elevator. She took a out a key, turned it, punched in a code, and with a jolt, we started moving. I stared st my appearance in the reflection, feeling a hint of self-conscious. The clothes were fancy—everything she’d bought me back then was—but they were wrinkled and mismatched, and I tugged uncomfortably on the cream silk blouse that sagged around my much skinnier torso and smaller cup size. The door opened, and I made sure Bulma went ahead so I could try to smooth out some of the bumps on it. I noticed the way my black trousers hung onto me, and realizing I could see the band of my underwear, I tugged my coat around me and tied it tight enough to nearly suffocate me as I rushed after Bulma when she called me.

I was wearing the pair of sneakers she got me, too. It was last year. I remember her smile when she joked that these wouldn’t need the soles glued back together, it made me laugh at the time, but not when my mother’s loafers ended up in the dumpster the next morning. She was always trying to get rid of my past, my memories of another life, another world; anything that wasn’t her in that sanitized, harshly-lit loft that no sane person would call a home. I wonder if that’s why he ended up dead—all part of her plan to create the perfect blank slate to draw on without any problems.

“Bels!”

I jumped slightly, registering Bulma’s voice and the new building around me.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

She didn’t seem convinced. “You were gone for a second.”

“I’m fine,” I said firmly. “Just sleepy. Zoned out. What were you saying?”

“I was saying ‘don’t freak out, I know you wanted some kind of grunt work so you didn’t feel like you weren’t earning anything, but I made you my assistant’.”

I frowned, exclaiming slightly. “What?”

Several sets of eyes settled on me in alarm before going back to work. Bulma laughed nervously.

“I know, I know, you said you didn’t want charity, but—“

“You went ahead and did it anyway?”

“Look, we’re going to do a lot of good stuff, okay? Building cool space shit and everything.”

I shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I should’ve stayed home.”

“Bels, come on.”

She grabbed my shoulders, turning me to face her. “I get you have your pride, but let’s be real for a second. You’re not exactly in a position to get picky. And…you’re probably not well enough to do grunt work.”

I sighed, glancing away, then meeting her eyes. She smiled awkwardly, nodding.

“Take my help, okay? I want to help you out. You’ve got enough shit to worry about right now. Let me lift some weight off of your shoulders.”

I hesitated, but dropped my shoulders. “Fine. But your assistant’s taking a nap.”

She laughed. “God, please do. You look like you haven’t slept at all.”

“Pssh, I got thirty whole minutes.”

“Bels…”

I recoiled at the sound of worry in her voice and waved my hand dismissively.

“Don’t freak out, I’m fine. It’s just the city. I’m not used to all the nighttime noise. Don’t…pity me.”

“Come on, I’d never do that. Oh, over here.”

We got in the elevator, and Bulma pressed the button for the eleventh floor. My stomach twisted a little; I hated heights. With a soft exhale, I popped open my thermos and drank some coffee. My tastebuds screamed in refusal, and my face scrunched up. I cleared my throat.

“You know…I think I heard a car crash last night.”

“There has been some street racing lately.”

“Mm.”

“Yeah. It’s the summer, so you know. Kids out of school being idiots.”

I smirked. “Didn’t you do a street race during our first year?”

“I—well…In my defense, I was super drunk.”

My face fell in alarm. “You were what?”

The elevator doors opened and Bulma left the elevator quickly.

“Come on! It’s time for you to meet your new office!”

I shook my head, following her. She beckoned me through a doorway at the end of the hall, then disappeared.

As I made my way down, a door opened behind me, and I quickly turned around. I made eye contact with a surly-looking man with tall, spiky hair and an aggressive stride. He scowled at me, and I, in total confusion by the undeserved aggression, waved back awkwardly. That was a mistake—he approached me. As he got closer, I realized he was much shorter than I thought, and he quickly saw I was taller than he expected as well.

I was a little tense from the vibe he was giving off, but I was willing to give the benefit of the doubt—I wasn’t the best at reading people, and he might’ve just had a mean looking face.

He addressed me gruffly, sounding impatient.

“Who are you, woman?”

I frowned, immediately put off. “Who are you, man?”

He seemed surprised by my response, but quickly grew more upset.

“How dare you address me in such a disrespectful way! I am—“

“What, a higher-up or something? Bulma had better not given me some fancy job, she said I was her assistant. God—I don’t have to dress like you, too, do I?”

His outfit was strange—okay, ridiculous—for a workplace. He wore white boots and what looked like a white breastplate and a skintight blue body suit. I grimaced as I looked at it longer. He tensed, and for some reason that was what caught me attention to how fucking jacked he was.

I frowned. “Shit, man, what do you need all those muscles for, don’t you work on computers or something?”

“Bels?”

I turned at the sound of Bulma’s voice.

“Be right there!”

I turned back to the stranger, but he was already leaving and grumbling to himself. I couldn’t make out his words very well, but I could’ve sworn he said “earthling women”.

I shook my head at the thought, laughing to myself a bit—I was definitely just a little bit delirious. I sipped some more coffee as I went into my office and fought back a gag as the taste hit me again. The sound of quiet bickering caught my interest, and I frowned, peeking into the office before going in. Bulma was trying to usher a strange man out of the room—he was dressed in an orange gi with a large symbol on the back and had tall, black, spiky hair. He was resisting Bulma’s force with minimal effort, and I suspected that it had something to do with the insane muscles on the guy.

“Goku, you need to go!”

“But I want to meet your friend,” he insisted with a smile, “You told me how great she was, I want to meet her.”

“Bellatrix needs some rest, okay? She can’t keep up with all of your energy right now—“

“Hey, there.”

“Hey, Bels—oh!”

I walked into the room with an awkward smile and gave the stranger a wave. He waved back a little, but he just stared at me like the guy before did, save for a lack of obvious rage issues. I stared in slight astonishment at the absolute tank of a man standing in front of me. I held his stare for a moment with a questioning frown, but the longer he looked at me the more shy I started to feel, and I laughed awkwardly, locking onto a desk by the window behind him and brushing past him.

“Creepy friend, Bulma,” I remarked, sitting down and propping my feet up,“So…is it some kinda fun costume day, or can I dress far less nice tomorrow?”

The tank came over to me with bright-eyed curiosity. I couldn’t shake how remarkably similar he looked to the angry guy I’d just ran into in the hallway, but he felt completely different.

“Hi! I’m Goku, Bulma’s friend.”

“Bellatrix, nice to meet you.”

He turned to Bulma, who looked like she was visibly sweating.

“What did you want me to do again?”

She pointed to the door. “I wanted you to get out!”

“No, that’s not what I—“

She pushed him out of the room, and I watched in confusion. What is it with all of these jacked dudes with spiky hair and weird clothes? I get that Bulma had some odd friends—I mean, example one: me—but that dude looked like some kind of LARPer or something.

I shrugged, sipping my coffee mindlessly.

“God, I hate black coffee.”

***

I returned to my office well into the evening, letting out a sigh, picking up my thermos still filled with black coffee. I took out my car keys and headed for the elevator. Bulma rushed in before the doors closed.

“Oh! Almost missed you.”

I smiled. “What, all day wasn’t enough? Do these count as work hours?”

“I’m taking you out tonight.”

I paused, looking at her. She smiled, nodding enthusiastically.

“Please tell me you’re finally killing me.”

“I’m having a party tonight, and you’re coming.”

“Since when? I don’t think so.”

“Since now,” she said, “I’ll put it down as work if it’ll get you to come.”

“You’re paying me to come? Is it really so crucial I come to this party?”

“You’ll have so much fun. I promise.”

“I don’t do well at parties.”

“You don’t drink enough,” she quickly retorted, “You’re way too uptight. Only alcohol can fix that.”

“What?! I’m not uptight.”

She gave me an unconvinced look.

“I’m serious! I’m not uptight, I’m just…”

The elevator dinged, signaling we’d reached the ground floor. I let out a sigh.

“I’m just not good at parties, okay? But I’ll come.”

“And?”

I shook my head with a smile. “And drink copiously.”

“That’s my girl,” she encouraged, patting my shoulder as I left the elevator, “You’ll get picked up at about 7-8ish!”

“Those are two different hours.”

***

I sat quietly on my patio, taking a long drag on my cigarette. I didn’t know how to dress for this party; Bulma gave me no details. I’d texted her a while ago but got no answer. I let out sigh, smoke flowing from my mouth as I savored the scent and taste of nicotine. I promised Bulma I’d quit and that the only time I’d smoke is when she wanted to get high sometimes, but I couldn’t find a quicker, simpler way to cope besides lighting a cigarette.

Not to mention I didn’t need the extra stress of withdrawals—talk about adding to the weight on my shoulders…

My phone suddenly buzzed, and I placed my cigarette between my teeth then checked it.

Something sexy ;)

I narrowed my eyes. What the hell did Bulma have planned for me, exactly?

I’m not in the mood to have company over tonight.

-_- …How much more do I have to pay you to keep you in the party spirit?

I blew out more smoke in exasperation.

Fine, fine! No more money! Jeez.

Yay! See you at 9! (^_−)−☆

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Wait, nine o’ clock? The hell?”

As I checked the time, I burned through my cigarette. It was close to six, and since I had a three-hour time window, I’d better get ready quick.

I didn’t have a lot unpacked, but I found a nice black jumpsuit with adequate cleavage and that hugged my curves enough to keep Bulma off of my back. I put on some black heels with it, and then added some hoop earrings, let my locs down over my shoulders, and next thing I knew I had on makeup, a brown, glossy lip, some rose perfume, and—forget sexy—I looked goddamn amazing.

By eight o’clock, when I was chewing about three pieces of gum so Bulma wouldn’t smell cigarette smoke on me and reading a book, a knock came on my glass patio door. I froze immediately, staring at the curtains.

Who the hell got up there? How did they know where I lived? What—

“Hello? Hello, uh…Bellatrix?”

I let the tension go from my shoulders as I recognized Goku’s voice. My stomach was still in knots though. I got off the couch and pulled the blackout curtains open, looking at Goku quizzically. He wasn’t dressed very differently, which was concerned considering how hard I went in dolling myself up.

I opened the sliding door.

“How did you get on my patio?”

“I flew, obviously!”

I blinked, staring at him as he laughed.

“Come on, let’s go.”

I frowned, looking at his outstretched hand.

“Uh…where are we going? And how?”

“Bulma sent me. You’re still coming right? Bulma said you might not want to go anymore.”

I crossed my arms with a slight smile, leaning on the wall.

“And what did she say to do in that event?”

He smiled awkwardly. “Throw you over my shoulder and fly you there.”

I laughed. “Yeah.”

Once my laughter faded, I realized that he’d mentioned “flying” again.

“By the way, what exactly do you mean by ‘flying’?”

He looked at me in confusion. “You don’t know what flying is?”

I chuckled, feeling my confusion build. “What? No, of course I do, I just mean—I mean, no one can really fly—“

“Of course I can! See?”

The air around us shifted as he began to levitate, then hovered in front of me. I felt my jaw drop and slam onto the ground.

“WHAT THE FU—“

***

Once I got to the party—which by the way, Goku teleported us to—I immediately went to Bulma and dragged her into an empty room and closed the door.

“Hey, you made it! Oh, what are these glasses, Bel? Glasses aren’t sexy!”

She gave me a playful nudge. “You know, you were late.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just cleaning up after shitting myself at the sight of a flying man!”

Bulma frowned. “Oh, you mean—you didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Pretty much all of the people here can fly.”

I slouched against the door, throwing my hands in the air.

“Well then, go ahead,” I said, gesturing to her.

“Well, I can’t obviously!”

“Of course.”

I waved my hand in dismissal.

“Look, I know I’ve been living in the mountains for about the last decade, but you can’t tell me humans can just fly now? Not to mention Goku teleports? What the fuck is that shit?”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve let you know. I’ve just gotten so used to it that I didn’t consider how strange it would’ve been for you.”

“Yeah well, anything else you want to let me know before I go back out there and drink?”

“Okay, you’re not just drinking, Bels.”

“That’s what you think.”

Bulma sighed, then looked away with a sheepish smile.

“But now that you mention it…there is one teeny tiny little thing…”

“Well, go ahead.”

“You know that angry guy you met today? Well him and Goku are Saiyans.”

I shrugged. “And those are…?”

“Please don’t kill me, okay?”

“Bulma,” I urged.

“Saiyans are aliens. Then there’s this huge green guy, Piccolo? You’ll probably meet him eventually, he’s a Namekian, which is another alien, and there was this whole thing where we went to Namek to get Earth’s dragonballs back after Piccolo died—“

“Holy fucking shit!”

She hopped onto the couch and armed herself with a pillow. “You said you wouldn’t kill me!”

“I’m not, but you couldn’t have sent a letter that said ‘hey girl, there are aliens and I went to a planet filled with civilized life, just thought I’d let you know’?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

I shook my head, then laughed, then leaned against the closed door.

“Okay.”

Bulma looked out from behind her pillow. “You’re not going to kill me?”

“Of course not,” I said, smiling.

“Okay, cool. I swear the only reason I didn’t send you a letter is because we were constantly on the brink of death.”

“Sounds crazy.”

“Yeah, it was.”

We stared at each other, falling silent. A certain tension in the room began to build. Bulma watched me closely as I got a pillow, and retreated to the door. Her eyes narrowed. A grin that has routinely been described as evil formed on my lips.

“Don’t—“

“Think fast!”

I threw the pillow at her face and ran out of the room, quickly losing my footing when a pillow slammed into my back. I yelped, about to fall, when an orange blur caught me.

I looked up at Goku with embarrassment. He smiled bright as ever.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

He had a nice smile, I suddenly noticed. Maybe it was because I was feeling how solid his body was pressed against mine. As those thoughts crossed my mind, I felt blood rush to my cheeks in embarrassment and straightened up.

“Yeah—I, uh—yeah, I’m good. Thanks. Sorry.”

“It’s no problem! It’s fine.”

He was eyeing me, I could tell. I looked to the ground, then glanced around the room with concern—thankfully no one seemed disturbed by my loss of footing. I looked at Goku, unsure what do to but offer another apologetic smile.

“I don’t wear heels a lot. I don’t go out a lot either…”

I adjusted my glasses, eyes briefly darting away. He was staring at me—like, directly at my face!

“You look…nice.”

I held his stare for a moment, then chuckled.

“You hesitated a bit there.”

“Well, I don’t think the word I’m thinking of is nice, but I used it anyway.”

“Okay, thanks for saving my pride,” I joked.

He suddenly reached out and touched my lips. I reflexively, jumped and slapped his hand away.

“The fuck was that,” I questioned sharply.

His expression shifted into immediate regret upon my react. “I’m sorry, it’s just your lips looked shiny for some reason and—“

“What, have you never seem lipstick before?”

“No, I have…just usually it’s a different color.”

“Hm.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be upset.”

I raised a brow as I took out my mirror and lip gloss.

“What, you just go around touching people’s bodies the moment you see something curious about them?”

“Well…yeah.”

I looked at him. “Seriously?”

He laughed. “Well, not as much as when I was a kid.”

I checked my lips, then closed my compact mirror.

“Well, thank god I’m meeting you now.”

He laughed again and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry! I won’t do it again. Promise.”

“Mm.”

Bulma came out of the room and grabbed me away from the awkward situation with boisterous laughter. I was swept away gratefully.

“Let’s drink!”

“Yes.”

We made a beeline to the bar, and did just that. I am, admittedly, a lightweight, and by the third drink of whatever the hell Bulma had me drinking, I was already thoroughly loosened up—any further and I would be unraveling. Our laughter tended to disrupt the ambiance of the party—I got some stares but I wasn’t in a stare to really feel them. Eventually, though, I needed some fresh air. I slipped away and went to the balcony of my favorite room in Bulma’s place.

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes. I was perched questionably on the balcony, humming some song, giggling to myself. I swayed a bit to the melody in my head, and opened my eyes, falling silent.

My mind had wandered again as it tended to do if I get too still or fell to quiet. I was with her during that vacation at the beach, perched on the balcony just as I was now, feeling her adoring gaze on me, awaiting her gentle embrace and her scent to envelop me.

“I’m getting lonely in bed all alone, sweetheart.”

I furrowed my brow, staring ahead vacantly. The melody had stopped.

I slid off and left the room. I needed a smoke, and I needed to go home to do it.

“Hey, there you are!”

I turned around, seeing Goku approaching me. I didn’t intend to be, but I was feeling a little annoyed by his face.

“What, are you here to complete your physical examination, Doctor?”

“Bulma told me to find you. She seemed—“

“Worried, yeah. Sorry. A little drunk.”

“You okay?”

I looked at him, laughed a little then turned away.

“Fine,” I muttered.

He followed me.

“Hey, why don’t you come back to the party if you’re feeling down?”

“I just…I need to smoke, okay? Bulma can’t know.”

He regarded me, then suddenly swept me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and walked back to the party.

“Hey, what the fuck?! Let me down!”

“I think you should stay and have fun with your friend.”

“And I think you need to get the fuck off of me before I stab you!”

“Not to be rude, but I doubt you can actually hurt me.”

“Oh, I’ll wait until you’re asleep, I swear to—“

I eventually gave up and just laid on his shoulder. He had on hand planted in my back, very respectful-like. (As respectful as carrying someone like an annoying kid can be.)

“Okay, you win. I’m staying. Put me down.”

“Great!”

He set me onto my feet, and I pushed his arm away, scowling at him. He only laughed.

“Sorry. Again.”

I fixed my clothes. “I’m going to start demanding cash payments as apologizes from you; maybe they’ll actually be worth something then.”

“I meant it,” he halfheartedly insisted.

I laughed softly. “You’re almost too convincing.”

My attention shifted to my surroundings.

“Man, it feels like centuries since I’ve been here.”

“Where did you meet Bulma?”

“Oh, I’d say when I started schooling. To be honest, we didn’t care for each other at all.”

I laughed at the memory, walking slower, and eventually letting out a sigh and leaning against the wall, crossing my arms and shutting my eyes.

“We only really became friends in college—we kept ending up in the same classes so of we had no choice but to become close friends.”

I opened my eyes and looked at Goku, pushing up my glasses.

“How about you? I’m very curious how you two crossed paths.”

Goku frowned with thought, scratching the back of his head.

“It was a really long time ago…I was a kid. She kinda found me, to be honest. We went looking for the Dragonballs with Oolong, Yamcha, Pu-erh, the was the Red Ribbon Army—“

I gestured for him to slow down. “Those are a lot of names that belong to complete strangers. But I figure you were the source of all her adventures that kept her out of the house back in the day.”

“Yeah, we went everywhere! And don’t worry about not knowing people, you’ll know them soon enough.”

I nodded. “What do you do?”

“What do you mean?”

I eyed him. “You know…work? What’s your job?”

“I don’t think I have one of those…I’m pretty much training all the time with Vegeta.”

I frowned deeply. “How do you…live? Without any kind of job?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. But I like my life.”

“Okay. Can’t be mad at that. All that matters is that we enjoy the life we live at the end of the day.”

He returned the question. “Do you do anything?”

I sighed. “Ah…yeah, I did. I was a cosmologist.”

“Cos-uh-what?”

I looked at him and smiled. “I studied the Universe.”

He still didn’t seem to understand fully, but his eyes brightened regardless. “Wow, the whole Universe? So you’ve been to a bunch of planets then, huh?”

I snorted. “Fuck, I’d love to, but no. It’s way less flashy than you’re thinking. A lot of screens. That’s how I got my raccoon eyes.”

I frowned. “Raccoon? You don’t look like a raccoon.”

“Underneath all this concealer are some killer dark circles.”

“Are those bad? Because you’re pretty.”

I froze for a moment, my eyes widened, and a brief smile formed on my face. I looked away from Goku sheepishly.

“I—um…hah! Thanks.”

“Bulma helped me figure out the word I was thinking of. She said the word was beautiful, but that I should call you pretty instead so I don’t freak you out since you’re shy.”

I laughed nervously, turning my attention to the wall. I hope Bulma’s enjoying her night, because it’s the last one she’ll enjoy alive.

I felt him move towards me a little and met his eyes directly. He had a self-conscious look about him that seemed unfit for his build and stature.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

I quickly changed the subject as I felt my heart leap into my throat. “Um—want to drink with me? Copiously?”

“I don’t know what that means—“

“A lot, a lot, I’m going to drink a lot.”

I rushed to the party room as I heard the sound of Bulma’s laughter. Goku kept up with me easily.

“Sure!”

Four or five drinks later and I was slouching on the bar, humming to myself again. Goku was still annoyingly sober, but starting to approach tipsy—he’d had about twenty drinks.

“Goku, you should be drunk or dead.”

“What?”

“Those amount of glasses are alcohol poisoning numbers! What, Saiyans don’t get alcohol poisoning?”

He beamed after gulping down another beer. “I’ve never heard of it happening.”

I snapped to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey—hey—sorry, just give him a pitcher, will you?”

“Vegeta! Did you ever get alcohol poisoning?”

He sounded enraged by the proposition of it. “What? Of course not! Ridiculous!”

I laughed quietly, my shoulders quaking.

“What the hell are you laughing at, woman?!”

I pointed at him. “You’re angry…because you’re short.”

The whole party fell silent as I continued to laugh.

“Why, you—“

I don’t really recall what else happened at the party after that, but I do know from Bulma that I had to be removed for my own safety.

***

My alarm clock woke me up brutally—the sound was unbearable and shrill and stabbed through my eardrums as I forced myself upright. The world tilted in the opposite direction as I got out of bed, summoning up a wave of unbearable nausea. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited profusely.

I must’ve spent a good twenty minutes clinging to the toilet, cleaning the toilet, cleaning myself, then cleaning my mouth. I got dressed in clothes that I knew were clean and covered my body—anything beyond that wasn’t my concern. I put on sunglasses and headphones to play soft music to buffer the horrible, loud world that awaited me, and went to the kitchen to gulp down a liter or two of water.

I passed the couch on the way there. At first, I didn’t notice that there were signs of life in the living room; curtains billowing from a wind coming through the open balcony door, articles of bright orange clothing strewn on the floor. I did, however, notice the broken champagne bottle on the floor after nearly stepping on glass, and I took off my headphones.

“Shit,” I muttered.

I got my cleaning gloves back from under the kitchen sink and began to pick up glass and put in a paper bag. My head pounded as I squatted down and got back up. That’s when I heard a soft sigh come from the couch, and a body shift, and I whirled around in confusion and horror to see a stranger sleeping in my home, on my couch.

I lowered my sunglasses. On a second glance, I recognized the stranger to be Goku—although since I barely knew him, it didn’t make much of a difference. He was shirtless, snoring a little, and completely knocked out. I was glad he was wearing pants.

I hesitated to approach him, so I whispered first.

“Goku!”

No response. I didn’t want to go over there; what if he accidentally hit me whike waking up? I did that all the time. From the look of his back muscles, this man could send me flying straight through the roof and then some.

With that in mind, I chose the best alternative I could come up with. I sprayed his face with a water bottle when he turned over and he responded immediately.

“Aah, what?!”

“Are you awake? Don’t fall back asleep!”

Goku shielded his face, sitting up.

“Jeez, what are you doing?”

I waved the water bottle as he wiped his face off and gave me a surprisingly annoyed look. I guess he could get pissed off after all.

“This was my second best option.”

He stood up, walking aimlessly into the kitchen.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

I pointed in the opposite direction. “Don’t puke. I just cleaned the toilet.”

“I don’t feel sick,” he dismissed brushing past me, “My head just hurts a lot…”

“Hah! Did I get the Saiyan hungover? I think I did.”

“Wow, I must’ve drank a lot…”

He closed the bathroom door behind him.

“Don’t puke,” I called out again, sighing, “God, I hope he doesn’t vomit in there.”

I collapsed onto the couch, taking Goku’s place as a wave of exhaustion overtook me. My eyes were struggling to stay open when loud knocking reached my ears, and I dragged my miserable body to the door. Bulma was leaning on the doorframe with sunglasses and a big sweatshirt on to cover her head. She examined me with displeasure.

“Bel, you look like a depressed clown.”

“I do? Huh. Okay.”

“I texted you. And called you.”

I frowned. “What now?”

“Breakfast, then brunch, and now lunch. Let’s go!“

“No, no, no way. First of all, I look like a depressed clown and I have no intentions of changing again. Secondly, no. It’s too bright and hot and—”

“But I’m hungry,” she complained, “I haven’t eaten all morning so I can wait to eat with you!”

“What did someone say about lunch?”

I jumped at the sound of Goku’s voice behind me. Bulma lowered her sunglasses as if to make sure it was him, then turned her gaze onto me. I shook my head and she rose her brow in response. I gave her a sharp look of refusal, but she only grinned in response, looking to Goku.

“Goku? What are you doing here? You stayed the night with Bellatrix?”

“Oh, yeah! She passed out, but her food was great!”

“Wait, what?!”

I shoved past Goku and rushed into the kitchen, hurriedly searching the freezer, refrigerator, cupboards, and pantry.

“Oh, my god…”

“Goku, you shouldn’t have eaten her food,” Bulma exclaimed with disapproval.

“I’m sorry! I was just so thirsty—then hungry…”

I whirled around and glared at Goku, who met my gaze uneasily and gave an apologetic smile. Bulma poked her head in through the door.

“So, looks like lunch is on, then?”

I let out a sigh. “I’ll go get changed.”

Goku was thrilled at the prospect of eating. “Great!”

“Oh, go put on your shirt,” I dismissed, sliding past him to my bedroom.

With an annoyed sigh, I shut the door behind me. I pulled on some black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a grey hoodie. I grabbed my keys, my wallet, a purse, then my phone. It rang before I could put it in my pocket. I grimaced in annoyance, who the hell would call me at this hour?

My blood ran cold at the number. She didn’t have a contact in this new phone, but I wouldn’t ever forget her number. I stared at the screen in complete paralysis—it rang until it stopped. There was no voicemail.

For a moment, I’d forgotten about drinking—my head was clear with fear and confusion.

A knock at the door startled me, and I shifted my mind back to Goku, Bulma, and the glaring, hateful sun awaiting me outside. The call faded away to lurk in the recesses in my mind. I put my phone in my purse.

“Coming!”

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Hello !! Could you write platonic Matthias x squaller reader where they grew up together and were best friends until the reader just disappeared. Years later Matthias finally reunites with the reader who’s now working with the crows. They explain that they ran away due to the fear of being a grisha in fjerda and because they couldn’t bare the thought of Matthias finding out and turning on them. Thank you <3 - 👾

Lost- Platonic! M.H x gn! squaller! reader

Hi, purple alien emoji anon! Thank you for sending this in--I don't write for Matthias very often so getting the chance to do was definitely a bit of a treat!

On another note, though, requests will close around the end of this week! I have the close date for thursday right now but I'm leaning more toward friday because it feels more uniform in my brain so yeah! Send in anything and send in as much as you want--I've finished up with the first draft of my current WIP and I have been itching to focus on fanfic writing again

Fic type- this is hurt/comfort! There's a bit of an angstier element here too, though, and it does get a bit fluffier near the end

Warnings- death is mentioned a bit, burning bodies on a pyre is mentioned a few times, there's a mention of dying in the permafrost (it's not directly referenced--matthias calls it losing the reader to the permafrost)

As Matthias Helvar approached the top of the Ferolind, his eyes keenly watching the crew he'd been broken out of prison to join, he found himself listening to a voice that sounded all too familiar--much too familiar for his tastes.

It was the voice that had belonged to you--the person who had once been his best friend. How long had it been since you'd last seen each other? Two years? Three? Matthias had lost count.

He'd not seen you much in the heist, which confused him, but he was glad that all was said and done regardless. All of it was exhausting, and trying to help Nina as she went through everything with the parem was turning out to be exhausting still, too.

His hands had been freed of the shackles they'd once worn, but still he rubbed at his wrists in something that almost felt a little like habit.

He looked in the direction of the sound of your voice hesitantly--carefully, as you gave a response to Kaz regarding something about something else. Matthias barely cared to listen when Kaz was speaking with regards to anything other than Fjerda or the letter declaring Matthias' freedom, so he'd missed out.

You were manning the sails and keeping the crew forward moving as you left the icy waters of Fjerda behind you and escaped on the tail end of disaster. It was a relief that was palpable--everyone was feeling it as they all stood in various spots on the deck.

"I think I'll be sleeping until we get to the harbor once we've reached Ketterdam waters, honestly," you said with a laugh. "I've only really been able to practice this stuff for two years--I'm not nearly as talented or as comfortable in my small science as someone like Nina might be. I thank you for your patience."

Kaz only waived a dismissive hand. "I'll bring you a bit of coffee--Inej says that Specht is brewing a pot in the lower levels."

Matthias watched you grin, watched you watch Kaz walk away. Your gaze turned to Matthias and you jumped, causing the sails of the boat to ruffle.

"Is this real?" Matthias asked. "I'm not seeing the ghost of my childhood best friend, am I? I know that being around this bunch might bring me a bit of mild hallucinating, but there's just no way. It makes no sense."

You sighed, glaring at him just a bit. "Druskelle," you said. "I've thought about this moment a lot since everything happened. I've tried to figure out whether the emotion I felt in the regard of the thought was excitement or anxiety. It seems I've found myself within a lethal mixture of both."

"I thought you were dead," Matthias said. "For two years, I have thought you died, Y/N. What happened? Why did you leave? Grisha have save spaces in Fjerda. Dozens of them according to the networking that I saw before prison."

"Thats completely irrele--Matthias. Druskelle are in Fjerda," you said. "Being Grisha in Fjerda is dangerous because in Fjerda you are not the blessed like the Zemeni believe; your small science is not considered a gift, not treasured or celebrated like it is in most Ravkan towns. In Fjerda, if you are Grisha, you are the wicked; your death is celebrated, not your life, when they put you on a pyre and burn you for the misdeed you committed by existing. The things that you saw before you were imprisoned were not real. They were fake networks to get Fjerda to attack it's own military bases in the assumption that Grisha were waiting close by. I couldn't--once I realized that I was a squaller I left. I went to Ketterdam and I found myself in the Barrel, and here we are now."

"You didn't just leave," Matthias said. "You disappeared. I thought you had died, that something had killed you."

"You had joined the Druskelle when I decided it was time to go," you said. "I thought you would've hated me for the fact that I am a squaller. You were my best friend, Matthias. I couldn't bear the thought of it but I couldn't figure out how to leave so I thought that I should just go. Go before I could register that I had left my life behind."

"You thought that I would turn on you?"

"You had just joined the ranks of the Druskelle," you said, turning finally to spare him a glance. "Am I really the one who is to be blamed for such a thought process when you joined the largest organized group that remains actively hunting Grisha down, burning them on pyres in false trials, and leaving the bodies for their families to find?"

Matthias silenced himself. You made a good point.

He stayed with you on the top of the Ferolind for a long while, neither of you saying much of anything as Matthias took to watching the sky as the sun began to set and the stars that lit the sky up began to show themselves.

"If it helps," he said. "I am glad that you survived. I do not know what I would've done had I gotten word that you'd been lost to the snow and died amidst the permafrost."

You grinned. "I'm glad you're still kicking around," you said. "I bet Nina is, too, the way she looks at you."

Matthias gave a shake of his head and the silence settled again, though that time it was plenty more comfortable to stir in than the first.

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