#pla is so good too??? im enjoying it so much

[derpycatsu]

good evening wallace and steven enjoyers and everyone else . brainrot today is catastrophic as usual

[voloswag]

sorry to double post so quickly but I realized I have been Particularly inactive and that is because I have mostly been avoiding tumblr in a vain attempt to avoid pokemon spoilers. but i have scarlet now! I’m so excited to play before gamefreak potentially releases a patch to fix the glitches cus I want to experience those firsthand it sounds like so much fun

[selfishmachinez]

About time I found someone who writes for mammon !! With that being said, I’d like to ask for him with a service top/dom reader? N maybe near the end once we’ve pleased him he returns the favor via oral ? ^^’

MAMMON WITH SERVICE TOP!READER

notes: HIIIHII THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT??? GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN I LOVE THIS LITTLE THING SM☺️☺️ also im so sorry about the wait i got sick and didnt have inspo for like a day😔

warnings: not writing mammon's accent sorry💔 idk how to write accents properly just imagine it in ur mind idk; mammon being an asshole (hey, its mammon.); afab reader; insults like cunt/whore/bitch etc are still used in a gn way tho; my gf proofread like 80% of this if theres any typos blame her not me /j

word count: 1,510 (not including a/n)

NSFW UNDER CUT

okay lets get this straight

this man can NOT be a good dom

he's literally the single of greed what do you expect

our little pillow princess /hj

okay imagine this: after fizz quit, he's obviously PISSED OFF, so u do a little favor for him (wink wink)

Normally, during his Clown Pageants, you'd just sit next to him and the fizzbots on his web, watching the contestants try to win the crowd over, just to miserably fail, and watch Fizzarolli win... again.

This one had to be the most interesting one so far. Fizzarolli quit. And insulted Mammon too. He was pissed, to say the least.

You left the web a while before he "exploded" the Theatre and entered his office.

"That little bitch!" He shouted, bursting inside the office, not in full demon form anymore.

"Mam, the door." You warned him. But yeah, he pretty much already broke the door. Whatever. He's got the money, he'll get it fixed later.

He sat down on his bean bag next to you. "Can you believe it? I made that cunt! And he just walks out the scene like that!" He bitched, sitting down next to you. "That ungrateful, useless, little-" You shushed him before he could finish his sentence. "WHAT?" He growled at you.

"I think you need to, y'know, relax a little. You know what I mean?" You said, giving him the look. His eyes widened a little at the statement. "Just sit back and enjoy yourself, okay?" You said, running a hand under his motley.

"Fuck." He groaned. He was trying his hardest not to just rip his clothes off. He had a tough day. He needed this. He needed you. Your touch.

You run your hand down his pants, pulling his cock out. He was so painfully hard already. "You're this hard already? All because of me huh? You just love the attention, don't you?"

"Just- fuck, don't make me beg, you cunt." He moaned out, leaning back against the bean bag.

"Alright, boss," you said, your voice dripping with lust. You knew how much of a whore he was for that type of nickname.

brief interruption☝️ i hc his dick is about 10" (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG HE IS ofc hes gonna have a huge cock) and has the same colors as his tongue (purple/periwinkle with dark yellow stripes) AND HELLA GIRTHY TOO HELLO????? CONTINUING,

You gently grip his cock, tracing circles on his tip with your thumb, causing the tiniest drop of pre-cum to leak out. "You like this already? Gosh, you ain't gonna last a second like this." You teased, beginning to stroke his dick at painfully slow rate.

"Doll, please," he panted out, in the most ridiculous fashion ever.

"Don't be greedy, Mam." You chuckled, he was so cute begging like this. "I thought you said you wouldn't beg."

"Maybe if you did a better job at this, bitch." He grunted.

"Do you want me to stop?" You said, softening your grip around his member, causing him to panic a bit. "No! Don't!" He begged, tugging at your sleeves with his bottom pair of arms. "Doll, c'mon. Don't leave me hanging."

"Hm," you wrapped another hand around his dick. "Fine, since you're being such a good boy." You'd have some work to do now. Giving him handjobs was always such a handful, no pun intended. Since he's big, a single hand was never enough. You thought about it for a while, forgetting what you were doing in the first place. "So?"

"Right. My bad." You got back to it quickly though; moving your hand up and down his member at a quicker pace, making him pant and whimper under your touch.

You wanted to give him a blowjob. Should you, though? Yes. Definitely. Even though the back of your throat would hurt horribly afterwards.

Your hands are quick to let go of him, making him tilt his head in confusion. "Whatcha doin'?" His confusion died down swiftly after he saw you kneel in front of him, pulling his pants down. "Don't." He said, grinning as he just ripped them off himself, spreading his legs. "Good boy." You mumbled, kissing his length.

While one of your hands rested on his inner thigh, rubbing gentle circles on it with your index finger, your tongue went from his base to his tip, feeling every little vein on the way up there.

"Fuck, pumpkin." He moaned, grabbing the back of your head. "Please." He lifted your head up to make you look at him. He gave you the most pathetic grin ever, sweating his ass off.

"Don't be a baby." You kissed his tip, making him moan, covering his mouth with his hand.

After teasing and edging him for a good 5 minutes, he had enough of that. "Just- ugh, please." He groaned, tugging at your hair. "Do it already. Ya teasing me too much."

"Stop being a brat, whore." You shut him up with that. "Good." Finally, you got to work. Though you only swallowed his tip at first, he was already a mess. But you had to keep going; you force yourself down his length as best as you could, licking and sucking on him. That was definitely not enough though, so you grab the part you couldnt get down your throat with your hand, caressing his base.

"Close. 'M so fucking-" He groaned, sending down little electric shocks. Oh, yeah, he does that sometimes.

another interruption, i hc him an being a ballooning/joro spider, since he kinda looks like one and they use electricity like him‼️ okay CONTINUING ONCE MOREEEE,,,,,

You took your mouth off him for a bit, gasping for air. "You're being so greedy, you know that?" You grinned at him. He looked like such a mess right now. Panting and sweating. But by god, did he look adorable like that. You go back to just gently licking down at his member, looking him in the eyes.

"Pumpkin, please, 'm so close- fuck..."

"Is that so? Hm?" You mumbled, kissing his base gently, going back to patting his tip with your palm. He greedily humped your palm, eager to cum.

He kept on buckling against your palm until he moaned loudly against his hand. "I'm gonna..." You pulled your hand away from his tip, letting him cum all over your face. He slumped down on the bean bag, gasping for air louder than he had to.

You sigh, getting up to grab some tissues to get you both cleaned. He calls you, "Yes?" You reply.

"Y'know, I could 'pay you back'." He grinned, getting up and grabbing you by the waist. "Ya just calmed me down, guess I owe you a little favor." Without warning you, he grabs you and throws you (as gently as he could) back on the bean bag, leaning on top of you, licking his own cum off your face.

"Cleaning the mess you made with your tongue like that? You slut." You fiddle with his jester hat. "What are you gonna do, huh?"

"Just trust me, sweet cheeks." He mumbled, taking your pants/skirt/shorts off. Oh. Was he gonna..? Normally, he wouldn't really pay you back, not that you wanted him to. You were perfectly fine with just pleasuring him. "You don't have to."

"I want to. Are you gonna let me do my thing, yeah?." He grumbled, taking your underwear off with his teeth. God.

"Mhm, yes sir." He kissed down at your v-line, making you tremble slightly.

a/n, i tried to hard to write an amab version but god im horrid at this

also holy shit have you seen his tongue

he def knows how to use it for good

im wet i mean who said that whaaaatttt🤯

He gently licked down at your clit. Once, twice. Then stopped. "Why'd you..?" But he shushed you by shoving a finger inside you. "Ya like this?" You answer with a weak moan, which he took as a "yes".

So, he put another finger in, scissoring them inside you. He sucked on your clit, making you moan and squirm. "Use... your tongue."

"Hm? What?" He pulled out, looking up at you, a wide grin spread across his face.

"You know what I mean." He looked back down at your cunt. You squished his face between your thighs. He took his fingers out, licking them before replacing them with his much longer and thicker tongue, making you whimper. Loudly. He moved his tongue inside you. Up and down, left and right, in and out.

It was rare for him to give you oral, but when he did, it felt like heaven. He pulled out, panting. But you shoved his face back there. He couldn't stop. Not now.

He quickly went back to eating you out, needily thrusting his tongue in and out your pussy.

"Good fucking God, Mammon-" And there he goes again, pulling his tongue out. "Why'd you stopp..." You whined. He looked down at your puffy and wet cunt. "Shouldn't have teased me earlier."

"What, but- but you know you like it!" Your tone dripped with desperation. You needed to cum so badly. Would he give you the satisfaction that early though? Obviously not. Not out of selfishness, he just had to give you a good orgasm. Like the one you gave him. "Mhm..." He huffed against your entrance, gently shoving a finger in while licking your clit in a circular motion.

He did so for a good 5 minutes, before adding a finger, then another one. You couldn't take it anymore. He was overstimulating you so much. You aggressively tugged at his hat, forcing him onto you even more. He took two fingers out, replacing the latter with his tongue.

You definitely couldn't take it anymore. "Mammon, I'm gonna..." Finally, he let you cum. Not that you let go of him for a good 10 seconds though. You gripped at his hat, still riding out your high.

"See, told ya I'd pay you back."

[heat--end]

20 questions for fic writers

i saw this from @tearsoftime0086 and figured why not

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14, though i think one MIGHT be privated?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

453,462

3. What fandoms do you write for?

basically just pokemon, lol. one day i wanna branch out, but i really like writing for pokemon, so i don't mind that all too much

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Iridescent Bonds - my first ever fic, a dawn/irida story that involves them falling in love over the course of PLA's storyline and some other events. dawn is transgender! it's good! i hold this story very close to my heart, and i'm actually rewriting it right now, which is fun!

Bloom - trans girl lillie during the sun/moon story. its basically just a deeper dive into lillie as a character, while also making her trans, because Me Like Trans Characters. im very proud of this!

God Cannot Give You Relationship Advice - a very short, very silly one-shot that i threw together on a whim and is my 3rd most kudos'd work lmao. still, it's fun and cute, i can see why people like it so much

Shining Beyond Space Itself - my current project other than BFS! a rewrite of iridescent bonds, really fleshing out the idea and doing it proper. currently on 17 chapters out of 20, so its wrapping up soon

Jewel Box - my dawn/irida oneshot collection, based entirely on the universe established in iridescent bonds/shining beyond space. it's just a big fluff collection, but damn if i dont love it LOL. plus it really helped me develop the framework for SBS

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

LOVE responding to comments, only time i dont is if i feel i cant really add much or the like. but i really enjoy adding on to people's questions, or further explaining stuff, or even just thanking them for nice comments because i love comments!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

honestly, i don't really write angsty endings - i do enjoy writing angst, but not in my endings. i guess maybe Stardust Memories, but even that ends on a nice note???

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably Iridescent Bonds, since that just ends on dawn and irida getting married lmao. it's mushy and sappy but damn it i am a mushy and sappy gal!!!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully no. i got one comment on iridescent bonds though that was like "this was great until the trans shit" which like. that's in the 2nd line, bro lmao

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

nah, probably wont ever

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

MY PRIDE AND FUCKING JOY, BUILD FIGHTERS SHINING. a crossover fic between pokemon and gundam build fighters, but to be more specific, it's a crossover between iridescent bonds/SBS and gundam build fighters. i love love LOVE writing this story, it's my other project next to SBS (it's taken a small hiatus because of SBS wrapping up - all my focus is going into that). LOVE build fighters shining. my pride and joy. my brainchild. i pour my heart and SOUL into this story

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of, but i wouldn't mind someone doing so

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i haven't no. might be fun, though!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

incredibly easy answer lmfao. akari/irida, 100%. dawn/irida as well, but that's just a variant of akari/irida really. i love love LOVE this ship, i think the game really lets these two build a strong relationship over the course of the game and they grow so incredibly close that i think its so cute, i love irida as a character so i think shes gay, and i love dawn/irida cause thats MY variation of it. girls gay. gay women. go check out @iridawn for all my autism about this ship

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably the akari/irida WIP i had where akari gets burned bad from the fight with lord arcanine, and irida has to help her while the others get materials to help. i cant really find the angle i'd want on it, and i'm a little worried about inaccurately writing a burn injury lmfao

16. What are your writing strengths?

i like to think i'm good at writing emotional stuff when i really need to, especially when it's just sappy and good. i also think i can write action scenes pretty well. not FLAWLESSLY, but im proud of it

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

definitely how i describe certain things and my habit to repeat words, lmao. i fall into writing ticks a lot, stuff like "a bit" or just sticking to certain words, and i dont give AS much detail as i should sometimes when decorating a scene. its something im slowly working on, but def my weakness

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

not a bad idea at all, yeah. i say its good

19. First fandom you wrote for?

published was pokemon, but first i WROTE for was DBZ. i wrote a very small piece a long, LONG time ago, and i never published it or anything, it was just a small little idea i had. i think its lost to time now though lol maybe ill go look for it one day

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

GOD, this is hard. i love everything ive written, but i really have to give it to build fighters shining. despite not being done yet, BFS is my brainchild, its my self indulgent baby, i have poured my heart into that fic and i love developing the world in it and the custom gunpla and everything. i fucking LOVE build fighters shining, it is so fun to write for lmao

[anoms-world]

cure plastic friday city pan

1x 20 the break 3tt lossof control 10 defence 2tt 3x 1tt 2x 30

when they luagh on the game? usually when i seperate myself from everything its like as if they want my attecen to be creative to be out as they become mad at me later for the things that already in my mind espicially the things that dosnt change with creativity unless if i can change them completly without the sights or with something else only on the play what happened when i resist while being optimistic? she came to stop me and fill me when eternal fear to freaze and panick but why?… what happened when i resist while being pesmmetic? she left but i became so numb i dont enjoy things and so unlucky in what ever i do things broke around me all the time so messed up when she angry directed at me? when i sererating myself suddenly from everything yet not emotionalyy with mental confinian. things doesnt really really heal at this point when its up to her… when i fear? when am completly alone without defence or words or emotion or single thought tho i know that what they want usually and what also i want to be no matter what i do or try to manifist am still small and easy to break like im used to be whan i was small to even hold the grib of manifistng wighout to mentioning the background running without me secretivly even if i tried to resisst

stteampunk plague doctor mask googles rakuen paradise subgenres mecha anime cyberpunk city synthwave lo-fi thrash metal thrash metal hardcore punk mix symphonic power neoclassical metal fav game ys i & 2 fv anime cowboy bebop

ill just go with flow to break the nothingness that i feel these days i just forget myself. my balance. short temper balance with blank screen mind yea you can imagine the spirit becoming older missing the treats and the sense of being even if it was unstable

viva california

elenore im just thinkingg about the nice ppl i gosted in the past and i feel insane cause there was nothing else to do my mind screen go off and blank to be any more creative about

spirit nedds seem more important to me these days but how when the spirit is a kid and they still use the easy way with force and control

i cant feel anything at all my last spirit chance is damaged to feel any save or to be comfortable so the past nostelgia coming back to refeed forcebly i have been low for too long and the outer world insist to break my chances so i can not give anymore even to just myself, the more things change the more it stay the same. even if you were in the same place or the same trap or on the edge no one care to change

the attacked me today not much blood sure as hell i wasnt afraid i said the stupid things they ususually say i didnt anything wrong and im confidant who they think are oh beside they rised their game saying dirty stuff dishonered my actions saing im doing that on poruse and im egolistical thinking myself always right lmao so childlsh they stab me the shell and they accepted me to not make a sound or ever wine every while…. its like they saing ppl in the shell arent allowed to scream when someone attack them espiacially when its peacock with authity and power attack from lion and acrow who love to collect all kind of jewery, they full of ego self love stupprenes force and threats to be throwed in the street lol ignoring everything else about your truth thro bettering them self as if they were the angel and im the devil in their fantasyies to be looking good in the harm and the attacks they do an attmp to get you out from comfort zone,,,yea not much blood tho my soul hurt and my personal confinians for the personal attacks and black treasure for lies mixed with past event to show only the worse then they added justifing them self saing we don hate you lmao what new using my words and exposing their ugly mindset to me, this kind of love that ill be happy to leave with what ever left of pride and wasted honor i tell them over and over again i cant keep up with you they just just ignore or play dumb then she said dont surprised to be attacked you earned your place.. lmao as if i can do anything else to be more creative and sly in my words or place ,,why they never leave you alone even when im already alone im defently not afraid of death at least its honest it taking you part by part this year was tasefull of death tho its slow and keep me comany in many forms ulike the living ones who love their lives travling everywhere more than death it self,, cant deny im afraid sometimes yet how can you afraid of what keep you company,, i told her you dont want me to choose my friends then why you dont talk to me when i need to talk insteesd of consider it a personal attack like you do usually nah she cant and cant resist the need for express freely without judgment to anyone or sink it in the sea of colors with the others before..

[r0ck-n-rolll]

hey hey Allen !! <3 /pla I hope your day’s been great so far /gen

could I please request for some witchcore icons and reply icons of myself ? (and neopronouns based on me could also be v cool /nf but you don’t have to because I feel this is already too much >.<) Anyways, Allen ily !! /pla /gen and your edits sm !! And thank you so much for everything you’ve already made for us /gen and we cannot thank you enough !! you’re an awesome friend !! /gen

- Amity / Fleur (@theparliamentofqueers)

₊˚ʚ lets rock ! 🎸 ₊˚✧

heyyloo !!! my dayz been good thank ya !

absolutely :D and itz no prob ! ill make the neoprnz tomorrow tho itz a little late ajhdsjd

ily guyz too omh TT /pla /gen im very happy ya enjoy my stuff <3333 AND SAME TO YOU >:DD hope you all have an amazinh day 

[inhyvck]

NCT DREAM; 7Dream . . . . Fem!reader

⠀⠀⠀⠀➥ Admiring/Doing things with their hands •ଓ.°

↻ Genre; Fluff

↻Warnings; mentions of food

A/n; first of all, stfu no i do not have a hand kink, no i am not fetishizing hands, and yes I am a simp for hyuck's hands. God i need some grass, well anyways imma go cry myself to sleep now. Also, I'm so srry about chenle's scenario being unnecessary, i just ran out scenarios for him KANKDKAJD i had another idea that was really cute but i didn't know how to add the headcanon thing in it skjfkalkfkf.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The rest are under the cut !

❏ ⨾ MARK

You were just sitting beside him, minding your own business as he does his work on his laptop. Every now and then you would glance at him, watching his fingers tap on the keys. You haven't noticed how pretty his hands were until now. It had callouses from playing the guitar but it heals over time, leaving his skin soft.

Mark then stretches his arms, twisting his wrists to prevent it from aching, as he lets out a yawn. He props his arms on the arm rest, his head thrown back as he becomes deep in his thoughts.

Eyes opening as he felt a pair of hands taking in his, weaving it in their fingers. He turns to you, still deep into a book you were reading, the other free hand playing with the back of his hand. You felt each healing callouses, tracing them with your fingers.

"How long have you been sitting there?" You look up from your book, smiling softly. "A while. Are you finished?" He nods, pulling the office chair that you sat in closer to him, he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it. "Let's get some food cause I'm starving."

❏ ⨾ RENJUN

Renjun had invited you for a movie night at their dorms with the rest of dream. You waited patiently on the couch, finding something good to watch on netflix. A few moments later, the boys started piling in with snacks and drinks, your boyfriend following behind.

"Did you wait long?" He gave you a peck on the lips, haechan making gagging sounds in the back. "Not really." You gave him a smile as he does. After he takes off his jacket, renjun cuddles under the blanket with you on the couch, haechan whining when he spots you two relaxing while they prepare the snacks.

Your habit of taking in renjun's hand in yours doesn't faze him, though considering he isn't that much of a fan of skin ship, it does make your heart flutter knowing he allows you to play with them. Giving each finger attention, rubbing over his palm contently. You admire the birthmark place on his right hand, tracing an unknown shape.

"Your hands are cute," you giggled, crossing your fingers as he squeezes your hand in his. Haechan notices the two of you holding hands, taking a seat the left of renjun. "Renjunnie~" he says in a high pitch voice, wrapping his arm around renjun's. Your boyfriend let's out a groan making you giggle at the two.

❏ ⨾ JENO

"Yah lee jeno," you called, leaning your hand onto the desk as he continues plaing his game. "Lee jeno," you called again but he doesn't bat an eye. He was too focused to even notice you were there. You tore his other hand away from the keyboard and slipped yourself in between him and the desk to sit on his lap.

"Couldn't it wait 'till im done, baby?" He adjusts one side of the headset to focus on you. You whined, shaking your head in the crook of his neck, "I want cuddles please," you whispered against his hoodie. He let you sit there in silence until he finished up this one round. And surprisingly, even if he had been violently tapping on his keyboard you looked comfortable and at peace on his lap.

"You done?" You tore away from his hoodie to look at him. He nods as his eyes turn into crescent moons as he smiles at you. "Stop that, you are so cute," you couldn't resist the way he looks whenever he smiles. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, touching your nose against his.

He soon took his hand and cupped you cheeks as well, feeling his warm, gentle hold on your skin. You would want to enjoying being in between his hands but you couldn't resist the urge to admire his hands. The veins that etched across his skin, the way the rings would compliment his fingers and giving the shape that pop.

"Why are your hands so hot and beautiful," you said, making jeno blush at your sudden remark. "So suddenly?" He chuckles making your lips form into a pout. "I'm serious!" He laughs harder before taking his hand and holding your chin in between his pointer and thumb, making you look up to him as he gives you a kiss on the lips.

❏ ⨾ HAECHAN

The dorms were quiet as it was already late at night. The other members were either in bed or still out at the company. You were left alone with haechan. He was laying on the couch with a pissed off expression. You guessed he had another rough day at practice. You came over to him, holding two cups of hot beverages, placing them on the coffee table infront of the couch.

"What's wrong, love?" You placed yourself in between his legs, on top of the blanket that draped over him. Your head lay on his stomach, with your arms under your chin. "Did something happen in practice?" He gave you more silence. Typical haechan, he is usually silent when he isn't in the mood so you decided to leave him alone for a bit to cool off, not wanting to piss off the boy any further.

But as you stood from your place on the couch, haechan grabs your wrist, pulling you so you hit your back against his chest. "Stay. . . Please," you smiled. Situating yourself in between his legs to get more comfortable. His arms around your body and his hands grip your wrist to keep you close. You stay in his hold when your eye catches his hands.

Have his hands ever been this pretty? Well, you knew his hand pretty hands but today he is hitting a little bit too different. You take one of his hands into yours, admiring his honey-tanned skin, beautiful fingers and pretty nails. The veins weren't too prominent and the bones were just enough to give his hands detail. It was the prettiest pair you have ever seen.

"You like my hands that much, bubs?" He whispers against your ear. You can sense the smirk that is playing across his lips. "Shut up before I turned around and smack that smirk off your lips." "How about you just kiss it off?" "Hyuck!"

❏ ⨾ JAEMIN

"Y/n~" he pulled the covers off beside you to slip himself in. "I made breakfast," he whispers against your neck, sniffing your scent. you stir awake feeling your boyfriend's warmth around you. "5 more minutes," you stretched your arms in front of you, pushing yourself even more so your back hits his chest. "But the food will get cold," he nuzzled his face further into your neck, interlocking his fingers into yours.

His cold hands enveloping in your warm ones, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. "Your hands are cold," you say, turning on your side to face him with his arms still wrapped around you. "It's really cold right now," he shivered dramatically making you roll your eyes. Taking both his hands from behind you into your hands, blowing hot air on them as you rubbed them together.

"Are your hands usually this cold?" You asked but received no answer. You looked up to see jaemin's eyes locked on your face, admiring your features. When you caught him staring, your face started to flair up in heat as your heart started to beat faster than before. "Have you always been this pretty?" He says with a smirk on his face.

"S-shut up, you can't just say stuff like that so randomly." You sat up, throwing a pillow at his face before getting off from the bed to wash off the embarrasment on your face.

❏ ⨾ CHENLE

"Daegal~ You are so cute," you nuzzled you nose into her fur, giving her kisses. "I'm starting to think you love her more than me." Chenle arrives to sit on the couch, placing two beverages on the coffee table. "Yeah and it's cause she doesn't annoy me all the time." You heard him scoff before sipping his beverage. The room goes silent as the cogs in chenle's brain turn. A smirk soon plays on his lips when the idea pops up You put daegal down on the floor and he sees this as an opportunity to for go with his idea.

He stands up, slightly stomping his feet as a sign of annoyance, exiting the room leaving you confused. "Chenle~" you followed him from behind as he makes his way to the kitchen. "Why'd you leave so suddenly?" He ignored you as he grabbed a bowl and a bag of snacks. "There's no way you are jealous of daegal?" He grabs an apple from the fridge and washes it over the sink while you tailed behind him all over the kitchen. "Are you?" You look over from behind, getting a peak of his pissed off expression.

"Lele," you pout, seeing he was visibly irritated that you chose his dog over him made you feel guilty. Chenle almost broke out of character as he hears that nickname roll off your tongue so natural. He starts chopping the apple on the cutting board. You stood behind him, hands behind your back feeling frustrated at his silent treatment. "Lele, I'm sorry," you say as you wrap your arms around his waist making his stop cutting the fruit.

"You invited me over to your house but still gave daegal more attention, I promise to always pay attention to you and you only." Chenle snorted at your statement making you pull back in shock. He turned around, amused at your reaction when he gave you the silent treatment. "I did not expect you to react like that," he cackles making you cross your arms and scoff. "You are so mean, this is why I love daegal more than you," "But seriously, I'm fine if you give daegal lots of attention y/n," he pulls your waist to bring you closer to his chest.

He brings his hands to your cheeks, squishing them together "Hey!" You pull away as chenle laughs again. He then interlocks his fingers with yours, giving it a firm squeeze. You observed his hands, noticing details you've never seen before. "Wow your hands are really pretty," chenle raises his eyebrows as he looks at his hands to see what you were talking about. "Is this the first time you've seen them? Wow y/n, after months of dating, I guess you don't have interest in me at all." "Shut up."

❏ ⨾ JISUNG

It was your day off and you decided to visit your boyfriend and the dreamies during their practice. With food in your hands for the 7 boys, you arrive right when they were just about to end a round of dance practice. You opened the door quietly, attempting to sneak your way in but forgetting about the mirror placement in the room. Haechan spots you and is already planning on teasing their maknae.

"Jisung-ah, your girlfriend is here~" he sing songs, making you come over to him and smack the back of his head." Being close with the dreamies even way before you started dating jisung made you immune to their endless teasing. "I brought food." "Like i said, I love you y/n~" you rolled your eyes playfully as haechan runs off with one of the bags of take out with him.

"Hey, have you been working hard?" Jisung nods. It has been 2 months since you started dating him but jisung still felt a bit shy around you. "Eat lots, it seems like you are gonna be busy today." "Yeah, we have our comeback soon. Thanks for the food, y/n," you smile, giving him a kiss on the cheeks making his cheeks go red. You giggled at his reaction and watched him eat his food. When he picked up his drink you noticed how his hands got a bit bigger than before.

"Wait hold on," you grabbed on of his free hand, stretching his fingers and measuring your hand against it. His fingers going way passed yours making your eyes grow wide. Puberty really hit this kid really hard. "When did your hands become so big?" You turned your hands, keeping it stuck together, observing it from different angles. "Is it a bad thing?" "No no, your hands are actually really pretty."

A small smile grew on his face at hearing the praise. You spent a good few minutes gawking before interlocking your fingers with his, making the boy flustered. Though your image on the outside showed you weren't at all fazed, butterflies were filling your stomach as you mentally curse yourself for the sudden action.

[waywardstation]

helloooo!! im just here to drop by and say ive really enjoyed ur collection of pla fics u have pinned!! theyre all so good!!!!! and im also looking forward to the wips!!!!!!! have a good one <3

Hello!!! Thank you so much, my goodness!! Let me tell you it always made my day seeing you reblog my fics one after the other and add such nice tags to them!! ;w; <3 (I love your content!!)

Thank you so much for enjoying, I do hope you enjoy the WIPs when they come out too!! Hope you have a great day as well!!! :)

[stumacher-theghostface]

WE OWN YOU

Warning:nfsw,jealous bo sinclair,kinda dub con,again im honestly a warning of my own,pissed off lester and vincent as well. 👀

You knew it was a bad idea but you figured it'd get the trespasser to warm up quicker and bo wasn't supposed to be there yet. Key word being 'supposed'. But there you stood with bo glaring at you and the man who had started following you to the back which had you hurrying away from said man and going beet red well going to stutter out an explanation only to be shut down by bo giving a warning look and pointing which had you falling silent before he turned back to the man and started making his way over to him as a grunt of "ya know not smart to try touchin other people's stuff" before he buried a knife deep into the other mans throat. Seeing this as an opportunity you decided to run cause you where hoping maybe you could find lester and have him take you to his place till bo calmed down which you'd look back on and feel stupid for thinking you'd outrun bo.

Which brings you to know where you are gagged and tied spread out on the ground with a knife stabbed into the ground holding your cuffed arms above your hands as all three sinclair brothers looked down at you but lester was the one to break the silence "think she was plannin to fuck him?" Which had bo shrugging and responding with an annoyed "i could care less point is the lil slut was wiggling their ass at him trying to bring him to the back of MY fuckin work place" and with that vincent nodded seeming to agree that it was the nature if it all so he glanced at his brothers who gave a nod that had him dropping down and cutting off your clothing with a knife and scissors before backing off once the clothing was removed then he rasped out in a very horse voice "who goes first?" Which had bo shrugging well he responded quickly "me,then you two can work out whatever you want" before dropping down between your legs and he wasted no time slamming into you violently then slapped you hard across the face well pounding into you. The slap caused tears to spill from your eyes, the gag muffled the moans and whines that ripped themselves from your body. You looked at lester pleadingly knowing out of the three brother's he was the sweeter one and more likely to try to stop bo but all that you go was him crouching down,pulling the gag out then spitting in your mouth before covering your mouth and nose with his hand till you swallowed just to out the gag in. He then gave a wide grin and huffed out "tryin to get sympathy?really....i been wanting to do this since you got here...i mean ya did come off rude not even saying thank ya to me" and when all he got was a loud whine he stood and crossed his arms. Bo hadn't paused or slowed since starting but he did scratch down your sides hard enough to draw blood. It went on like this for a good awhile before bo's hips stuttered and he shoved himself deeper before finishing inside you then he pulled away and got dressed saying "hope ya enjoyed that as much as i did" then walked off gesturing for vincent and lester to do as they pleased and boy did they. The two brothers took their turns repeatedly bringing orgasm after orgasm too you with bo occasionally stopping by to get his fill again. You never thought you'd enjoy the three brother's treating you like a living flesh light but with each bruise,bite and orgasm your brain and body begged for more. It went on like this for awhile before bo ripped the gag off and asked "ya learn yer lesson or should we keep ya all tied up out here for whenever we feel like it?" But the only response you could give was a nod so bo put the sole of his boot against your dripping core and grinded it down on your sensitive area causing a loud gasp to leave your puffy lips as you tried pulling away before it clicked that he wanted a verbal answer so you whimpered out "whatever you guys want!just please bo!im sorry!I'll be good" which had lester cackling and bo chuckling. Vincent tho was tired of playing around and left AFTER giving a gentle kiss to your forehead. The other two brother's just seemed to wanna continue playing with you but upon noticing how out of it you truly seemed after hours of harsh treatment they decided to bring you inside and clean you up tho the grin ob lesters face and the smirk on bo's never left after all they always did like having you at their mercy.

[glassesblu]

haxorus and chandalure if you dont mind? :>

Hi Anon, thanks for the ask! My pleasure to answer

[haxorus] do you think they hide their relationship? if so, does it bother either of them?

I change day to day cause I like different scenarios THOUGH I have to say i’m a fan of secrets and guilt and some angst here and there haha. Let me ramble unstructuredly and let is see where it takes us.

I do think the long term subway employees kinda know or just feel that its true? And they don’t really care - the bosses are good people, fair enough bosses, pretty enthusiastic and hardworking, but mostly take on extra stuff themselves (probably cause they want to?) but that usually leads to the other employees wanting to even out the work load and things get done pretty efficiently in the end. I don’t think the lads ever let the employees know explicitly - they’re pretty crisp and professional after all. But maybe they feel like the employees don’t know when they do lol.

Their friends kinda know too I guess, but yknow I don’t know much about how it feels to want to be lovey dovey in public :think_emoji: I do think they’re not touchy at all with other people, but kinda naturally touchy with each other in incredibly casual ways? And that it’s sort of like a life long thing they’ve developed even in the start with their brotherly relationship. Though I do think they are aware of some ways other people view touch. Sometimes they don’t think about it though.

I think in OG age difference AU, Yemmet is more obviously into Oingo, I mean in the sense like INGO is BACK and I will LOOK at him and you cant stop me!!! and Old Ingo is just, Oh? heheh :) THOUGH He does like propriety and professionalism in the subway, EMMET Please Behave! I don’t think in this AU they’re that secretive if they had a bit of a lovey relationship pre-disappearance. This will get way too long if I try and live-think about confession post-PLA so let’s move on for now o3o

I think in reverse!agesAU, they aren’t keeping it a secret neither I think - but they’re pretty private about it. They’re both worried they’re not right for the other, and like take a lot of steps getting closer in their own home. I think when they are more confident at accepting love from each other, they might go on low key private dates, or far away trips so they can enjoy each other’s company doing new things.

[chandelure] which one do you think most likely initiated their relationship? how?

Im also a bit loosey goosey with headcanons here :P So let me livethink and ramble.

I do enjoy the idea that it just feels so natural to them that for a bit they didn’t even think about the progression? They have always liked to snuggle, they always do everything together, and their twinliness as youths made them look pretty cute and endearing to most people. I mostly think about them as 30+ year old men haha so my ideas about them as teens are limited, but thats always such a transitional stage yeah?

Ingo feeling guilty or worried about scorn hurting his brother... I love it. Make him feel guilty!!!  (check out ‘in a gray area’ by anon OAO!) Ahaha if we go with that version of Ingo, I like thinking that they already kind of in the ‘vague zone’ of a relationship, and he maybe tries to put some distance between them. Which in turn upsets Emmet, and that upsets Ingo, then they just get pulled back stronger into their twin star orbits.

I think in reverse!agesAU, Ingo is actually the one to initiate some of their stuff. Mostly in talking though and actively spending time with Emmet (who’s like, oh yeah I forgot how to do that). Though I do subscribe to what @belltrigger said in collar where they haven’t been physically close for a bit after Ingo gets back (in any sense of that, and Emmet initiates in that fic).

I could live think more but it will get long! Cause im indecisive and enjoy exploring different versions!

Ta, thank you for reading

[iknowtheendnatural]

So…I kinda wrote out a scene from the fic im writing

The scene is when Dean finally tells Sam how Cas died. Or really Sam confronts him cause Dean has been an idiot. Ive never written fic before(I am a writer though) and there may be many grammatical errors so go easy on me it was done quickly:) 

the fic itself requires a bunch of backstory im working on, and is complicated but basically this scene is set a few months after 15.19 and 15.20 NEVER happens. 

So anyways... its about 1.5k words... enjoy:)

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Sam and Dean had just gotten done cleaning up after a dinner they had hosted, Charlie, her girlfriend, Bobby, Jody and the girls, and Donna all came over to celebrate another hunt successfully completed. Also, just to catch up and enjoy a more peaceful life with everyone.

They had gathered around one of the tables in the war room, ate, laughed, and reminisced on the previous years. Telling funny stories and some sad ones too. After things winded down, it was late and everyone planned to stay over since they had been drinking, and there was enough room, and all but Sam and Dean went off to bed.

Sam sat across from Dean, picking at the paper on his beer bottle and smiling slightly. Dean had had maybe one too many beers with dinner and thought to call it a night before things got out of hand. No need to spiral again tonight, at least not in front of Sam. He got up, started to say goodnight, and walk away, when Sam suddenly stood up.

“Dean, wait.” Sam looked at him pleadingly, “Can you stay a little while longer? I feel like we never get to really just sit and talk like we used to. With me running the new Letters, and you at that mechanic's job and all the other hunters always around, which that isn’t a bad thing because having people around has been nice, but we don't get to hang out just one on one much anymore.”

Dean sighed and smiled at Sam, he walked back over to the table and sat down. Sam was right of course, with everything going on, and Dean wallowing in his sadness or whatever, he hadn’t spent as much time with the kid lately. He hadn’t spent much time with anyone.

“Of course Sammy, I’ll always have time for my little brother. If you wanted to hang out more you could've just asked me.” Dean said teasingly as Sam sat back down across from him.

“I'm asking now, and it's Sam.”

“Yeah it's always gonna be Sammy to me and you know that.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever” Sam said and started picking at his beer bottle again. Sam looked like he might be contemplating saying something.

“Hey, anything you wanted to talk about in particular? What's got you down?” Dean asked trying to be cautious. Anytime Sam had that look on his face he always tried to bring up Cas. 

Sam sighed and looked off to the side and then back at the beer bottle.

“I don't know man. It’s weird. Lifes been so good lately, better than it’s been in a long time. I guess, maybe I just,” Sam huffed, “I don't know, I think I miss Eileen.”

Dean sighed. With being so focused on keeping himself upright the last few months, he hadn’t been paying attention to how Sam was doing. He needed to be better at that.

“I'm sorry Sam. I know you really liked her. I mean I did too, she was a really good person.”

“Yeah, yeah she was…” Sam said and continued to stare at the bottle, “I guess with things going so good lately I just have been thinking about what I want out of life you know? Like maybe someday get married and have kids. Settle down.”

With saying that, Sam looked up and met Dean's eyes. Dean was surprised, Sam hadn’t talked much about that stuff recently.

“Yeah? You're gonna like start signing up for dating apps or something?” Dean joked.

“No Dean. I'm not.” Sam said and glared at him, “I don’t know, maybe someday, but for now I'll wait, meet someone naturally, but not for a while I don't think. Everything with Eileen, it still seems like it was just yesterday.”

Dean nodded and they both fell silent.

“So marriage and kids, those are some big plans Sam.” Dean said and took a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, you ever think about doing anything like that?” Sam stared at him. Dean shook his head.“Maybe doing any of that with Cas?”

Dean choked on his beer.

“What?” He managed to sputter out, while coughing up a lung. What was Sam talking about? Was he asking if Dean ever thought about marrying Cas?

“Dean, can I have a serious conversation with you for a second?”

“I thought this was a serious conversation, up until a minute ago when you implied I wanted to marry Cas.” Dean said and stared at Sam. Sam stared back.

“And have kids with him?” Dean added after a moment.

“Well, you guys already have kids.”

“What?”

“Jack and Claire.”

“...What?!” Dean felt like he was gonna have an anyurism.

“Okay look, I just want you to listen for a second okay?”

“...Okay”

“You’ve been super vague with how Cas died dude. Like all anyone really knows is that he somehow took out Billie and saved you in the process. Nothing else. I mean he was my best friend too and I don't know what happened to him because you won’t tell me. And that tells me that whatever it was shook you to the core man.”

Dean stared at Sam and shook his head.

“And you just haven’t been the same since that day Dean. I mean I've seen you after Cas had died before and it'd been downright awful, more so than when our other friends have died. And I know Cas was like family, but man this time was different. It’s like even though we saved the world and everything is peachy, I can tell you're trying, but it’s eating you up inside.”

“Yeah Sam, it is.”

“Look Dean, I just gotta ask, but were you and Cas ever more than friends?”

Dean stared at Sam. He kept staring and his mind drifted. He wasn’t even that drunk but he could already feel his walls coming down and the sadness started to seep into his bones. He thought of the look in Cas’s eyes, how he’d cried. He thought of all the times Cas healed him, touch lingering. All the times he left when Dean wished for him to stay. Up until this very moment Dean hadn’t really thought about if Cas and he were ever more than friends. That couldn’t be right could it? He’s not gay right? And even then, he and Cas hadn’t ever kissed or held hands or been anything other than a friend to cling to when shit got tough.

“Dean-” Sam said, snapping Dean back to the moment.

“What? No, me and Cas… look he was my best friend, Sam. Nothing else.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Dean stared at Sam again. He thought about those words. I love you Dean.

“Dean, just, I don’t know if maybe you just never thought too hard about it, or maybe you did and you were scared to tell me for some reason, but you and Cas… it was always just different. It was your ‘profound bond’ or whatever.” Sam used finger quotes like Cas always had and Dean's heart felt like it was gonna burst from his chest. He did not want to be having this conversation.

“Look, just since the moment he dragged you out of hell, it just felt like something deeper. I mean Dean, I'm your little brother. I was there for all of it. I saw your guys' relationship grow and change throughout the years. Eventually I just kind of got to thinking. I went back through all my memories and it made sense.”

Sam stopped for a moment and looked at Dean. He didn’t know what to think. He just stared back at him.

“Dean, I think you don’t know what a best friend is. Or what normal friend behavior is. I mean growing up, the way we did, you didn’t have any friends. I'm not saying that to be mean, but it's the truth. I think that you lumped Cas into the friend category, because you didn’t know how else to categorize him. Because yeah, he was your friend, but do friends stare at each other the way you guys did? Or literally die for each other and self sacrifice. I mean maybe some friends but Dean that's not normal. And I'm not trying to like tell you your gay or something because thats a whole other can of worms that we don’t need to dive into and its up to you to figure that out-”

“Sam, stop,” Dean said, still staring at Sam. Was that true? Had he been blind to see it? Did Cas always love him? Did he love Cas? When did that happen? Was he gay? No cause he likes girls. But maybe he likes guys too? Is that possible? Was it always that obvious? Damn, Dean thought, Maybe he should tell Sam how Cas died.

Sam stopped talking and looked at Dean intently, almost a little apologetically for the speech he just gave. Dean took a gulp of his beer and set it back down on the table. He took a shaky breath. He hadn't let himself think about that night while being this sober, and he wasn’t even that sober.

“Um… okay so uh… you deserve to know how he died.” Dean said and avoided Sam’s stare. Sam sat, silently staring at Dean, nodding along.

“Um, he was your best friend….too. Back when Jack died a while ago, Cas made a deal with the Empty when they were in Heaven. In exchange for the Empty to leave Jack alone, it would take Cas instead.”

“What?!” Sam stilled and stared at Dean in shock.

Dean held up a hand telling Sam to wait.

“Obviously it didn’t take him right away. No the thing took the deal, but said that it would only take Cas once he experienced a moment of true happiness.”

Dean went silent for a moment, as did Sam. He started picking at his beer bottle again.

“I don’t understand, why would Cas be happy when-”

“Billie was chasing us down and we had trapped ourselves in the dungeon. We had nowhere to go, no options left.” Dean sniffled, his voice was shaky and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Sam looked up at him.

“Dean-”

“Um… so basically uh Cas thought well there actually is one option left. He started this whole speech about a bunch of shit like he cared about the world because of me, and I changed him or whatever. And then he… he told me that he loved me. Sammy, he was in love with me.”

“Oh my god… Dean-”

“And then the walls started to ooze this awful black gunk and he… he had made a sigil on the door keeping Billie out and his hand was covered in blood and he put his hand on my shoulder, ya know, how he always did, right where my scar was.”

“Your jacket…”

“And then he said goodbye, Billie busted in, and the empty took both her and Cas with it.”

“Oh my god…”

Dean wiped at his face, tears had started to fall at some point during that confession.

Sam stared at his beer bottle again.

“Dean… I can't begin to imagine what you’ve been going through these last few months.”

[subterra-rose]

is me....ya girl.....Catt 👀 an oaky i have a few quesitons but i mean you dont have to answer them its just i like to ask all my friends this stuff :3 Fave colour/s? Fave animal/s? Fave tv/anime shows? (Okay I feel like the owl house might be up there, but idk! you may have naother that idk about!) Fave games? When is your birthday if you dont mind me asking that 👀 Fave foods and snacks? Fave movies?? Fave book series? Okay I know that's a lot and you dont even have to answe t his at all if you dont wanna! But if you do ofc take yourt ime cus ik ur busy!! :3 💖

Catt my beloved mutual…. I’m posting this publicly so if other ppl want to know stuff abt me sorry LMAO Fave colour: Purple and orange! I’m the cliché Halloween lover your mother warned you about >:3 Fave animal: I like cats but I also really enjoy geckos and butterflies, I have so much butterfly related stuff kgjhdskg Fave shows:  Probably Princess Tutu and MP100 are my top 2 fave anime? I do like OHSHC but my interest in it comes and goes dfsgsjh. X-Files and Owl house are probably my other faves?  Other anime I like and would recommend tho are Tsuritama, Sayonara Zetsubou-Sensei, and Kyousougiga. I haven’t posted about any of them in a while but I really liked them growing up (Although SZS is VERY much gallows humour so if youre sensitive to suicide or blue comedy I wouldnt watch it then skjdghkj)  Fave games: You know this already, but AHIT and PLA are my faves rn, but my other faves are Link’s Awakening, DA Origins, and Pokemon Pearl/Diamond (WAIT I FORGOT TOUHOU, THE OG!!!!!) Birthday: It’s beginning of August! Fave food: Uogh love me a good paneer makhani for a meal but I like taiyaki  and the frikadeller my mum makes. I eat a lot of rice too, you can never go wrong with a good bowl of rice Fave movies: I do not watch movies a lot but I like the Fly? I’m a horror/psychological thriller movie buff, I like things that fill me with dread I also like the Lighthouse, the Lobster, Rocky Horror, and Little Shop of Horrors <- Predictable

Fave Books: I think Howl’s Moving Castle is probably my favourite series? I own special editions of all the books! I like Hunchback of Notre Dame too but mostly to analyze the religious themes and the issues with racism the book has (I think problematics classics are interesting to compare to the values and beliefs we hold now because it lends an insight on how society has changed <- my minor talking here /j)

You get this cat now.

[farfromharry]

summary: simple domestic tasks with boyfriend tom

tom holland x reader

“i know tess, he’s almost done.” the staffy kept whining, ready to go on the walk you’d promised her a few hours ago. you were ready to go, just waiting for tom to finish up an instagram live.

you stood up from your seat on the sofa and headed to the room where tom was, he gave you a smile and invited you to join him. you strolled in and he pulled you to sit in his lap, your arms going around his neck and a small smile pla ting itself on your face.

“your dogs getting whiny.” she barked at that and you giggled.

“you tell ‘im tess.” the fans gushed over how cute tessa was right before tom wrapped up his live, thanking people for watching. he gave you a soft kiss after slipping his phone in his pocket, bending down to stroke the giddy furball by his feet.

“okay tess, let’s go for a walk.” the walk to the park with the 3 of you was nice, although it was slightly cold in london, you just enjoyed spending time witb your boyfriend while he was home; no matter what you were doing.

“d’you wanna cook dinner with me later?” you asked. he turned to look at you and smiled.

“i can try.”

“just don’t injure yourself, please.” he nodded. after getting home from walking tessa, you sent tom to clean the muddy dog while you got the ingredients ready to make pizza.

“woah, that’s a lot of stuff.”

“we’re making pizza.” he made a sound like a moan and you rolled your eyes.

“your pizza’s always so good.” you thanked him shyly and basked in the feeling of his strong arms around your waist, and his warmth against your back.

“are you gonna actually help me?” he nodded.

“what do you want me to do?”

“can you just grate some cheese?” he reluctantly let go of you and did as you said, following the occasional instructions you gave to him. every so often he’d look up and just admire you as you cooked, in your own little word with soft music playing in the background. you were perfect in his eyes.

“now we wait.” you two had finished making the pizza you were going to share and had just put it in the oven.

“what do we do while we wait?”

“movie?” he nodded and took your hand, tugging you to the couch. he told you to sit while he picked out a movie from your dvd collection.

“how about, grown ups?” you hummed with a nod and he smiled, popping the film in the dvd player and taking a seat next to you.

you cuddled into his side, his hand settling on your knee, rubbing small circles with his thumb. 15 or so minutes into the movie the timer on the oven went off, a groan slipping out of your mouth as you had to pause the movie and get up.

“you get drinks, i’ll get the food.” he nodded and you moved to the kitchen, carefully getting the pizza out of the oven and placing it on the counter.

after getting everything you needed the two of you laughed together, both at the movie and at your own comments you made, all the while stuffing your faces with pizza.

“how do you almost make such good pizza?” you shrugged and turned your head in his direction.

“i love you.” you smiled and looked into his gorgeous brown eyes.

“i love you too.”

you finished up your food and the movie and decided on going to bed, neither of you having the energy to do much else.

the two of you were currently in your bathroom, brushing your teeth. you had changed into one of tom’s shirts and he was wearing a pair of loose joggers, hanging low on his hips.

“you’re an idiot.” he laughed and nudged you over playfully, spitting his tooth paste into the sink. you rolled your eyes at the mess on his chin and pointed to it in the mirror.

“sorry miss perfect, we can’t all brush our teeth mess less.” you flipped him off while he used a towel to wipe his mouth.

he started pulling faces at you in the mirror, trying to make you laugh but thankfully not succeeding. however, when he accidentally stubbed his toe on the sink cabinet you snorted, causing toothpaste to fly on to the mirror.

tom began to laugh uncontrollably and you covered your face in embarassment, punching his arm and spitting into the sink.

“i hate you.” as the two of you finished getting ready for bed, tom would occasionally giggle at the thoughts of earlier. you grew sick of him and threw a pillow at him, playfully rolling your eyes.

“ ‘m sorry baby, it was funny.” you rolled your eyes and tried to resist him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. he placed a few kisses on your neck and you eventually melted into him, any ounce of annoyance washing away.

“can we just get in bed?” you nodded and climbed under the soft white covers. tom practically collapsed on his pillows when he laid down, tugging you into his chest and kissing your head.

“you’re so cute when you’re tired.” tom looked down at you with a sleepy smile.

“so are you.” you nuzzled your head in his chest and basked in the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair.

“g’night y/n.”

“night tommy.”

[dbzebra]

Surpassing the Strongest

Im back on Marten bs lol

This is something Ive wanted to do for a while now. A 28th World Tournament / End of Z retelling, which focuses on Goten’s plans to follow in his fathers footsteps like Goku originally planned back in the Buu Saga. Ignores DBS obviously.  Anyway this is just a oneshot for now but may possibly make it into a longfic.

Enjoy!!

May, Age 784.

Ten years of peace had passed since Majin Buu's defeat.

The cool spring air blew in from an open window of Orange Star High School. Son Goten was lost in thought as the lecture droned on from in front of him. He couldn't hear what the teacher was saying. Rather, he didn't really care. He wanted to be outside and enjoying the day. Flying around or out on a date.

Ya know, something that was actually fun.

Something, anything but being cooped up in a stuffy building all day on such a nice afternoon. If Goten closed his eyes, he could feel himself soaring through the clouds on the Flying Nimbus, the wind in his hair and the whole world below him. Ever since he learned to fly, it's been his absolute favorite thing to do.

"Man, I wanna go to the beach!" Goten whined to himself and continued daydreaming about the endless possibilities of summer fun when he heard two kids whispering from the back of the classroom that piqued his attention. Super sensitive hearing really came in handy sometimes!

"Did you hear? Mr. Satan won't be participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament next week. He announced his retirement yesterday."

"What, really?! Maybe I should enter then. Now I'll actually stand a chance."

"Noooo! Mr. Satan can't retire!" Another kid chimed in, slamming his fists down on his desk in despair. "He's my hero! The strongest guy in the whole universe!"

"It's true man. I saw it on TV. He's all bald now too. Mr. Buu is gonna sweep with him gone. He's unbeatable next to Mr. Satan!"

"Awww… Yeah, you're right. Buu is unstoppable! He's never even been touched in a fight once!"

Goten snickered to himself. If only they knew the truth. "Speak for yourself. Me and Trunks almost beat him when we were fused together!"

The more Goten thought about it, the more it intrigued him.

He always loved the World Tournament, ever since he was a kid. Growing up, Goten loved hearing stories from his dad, Yamcha and Krillin about their fights from the old days. He collected all tons of World Tournament merchandise over the years, most notably of which were figures of every finalist leading back to the very first Tournament. The premium edition figurine of his father as a teenager during the 23rd Tournament was his most prized possession. He had to send in like one hundred postcards to a sweepstakes to win. The day he got the letter in the mail saying that he won, he almost flipped.

The news of the upcoming Tournament re-ignited a fire in the young Saiyan.

"Maybe I should enter! I'll run it by Mar later..."

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The final bell rang as class was let out for the day.

Goten stretched his arms out wide upon walking out the front doors of Orange Star High with an extra pip in his step. It was finally the weekend!

He spotted his girlfriend leaning against one of the pillars at the front gate, sporting her signature twintails. She was waiting for him! He grinned and picked up his pace a little bit. Marron twirled a strand of blonde hair in her fingers as she absent-mindedly watched a capsule-plane go by from above. 

Being a sophomore, sixteen yer old Marron was on the cheer squad and wrote for the school newspaper. Like most girls her age, Marron loved shopping, but her true passion was writing. It all started when she used to read fantasy books and write in her diary as a little girl. She hoped to work for a big fashion designer as a writer when she got older.

"Hey there, gorgeous." Goten said while he snuck up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Marron flinched in surprise, but lit up when she heard her boyfriend's voice. She swung around and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on her boyfriend's face. "Goten! It's great to see you!" Marron said and kissed him again, just for good measure. He definitely wasn't going to object.

“You too! So how was class?

“Boring. I’m starting to see why you and Trunks skip all the time.” Marron huffed, and then playfully poked his chest. “I guess being a delinquent like you has its perks~!”

“Told ya!” He said with a cheeky grin, eager to tell her about what happened today. “Anyway, ready to go?”

Marron smiled and grabbed his hand affectionately. A date was just what she needed right now. "Sure! Where are we going~?"

"There's an ice cream stand near the park about three blocks that way." He replied, gesturing over his shoulder with this thumb. "I'm friends with the guy who runs it!"

"Sounds great! It's such a nice day out! And I don't have to be home anytime soon anyway, so we have the whole afternoon to ourselves!" Marron chirped and playfully pulled him along.

After a bit of walking, they reached their destination . It was one of the more popular spots, so there wasn't a surprise there was a line.

"If I don't get something in my stomach soon, I might just eat my own hand!" Goten whined, his stomach growled almost as if it was agreeing.

"I'd pay to see that." Marron laughed.

Soon enough, it was their turn.

"Well well, look who it is! My number one customer!" The man at the stand said. He was an older man, about Goku's height. He had a kind face with short grayish hair. "Welcome back, Goten!"

"Hey Mr. Sherbert!"

"On a hot date?!" Mr. Sherbert said as he winked at the two teens. "You'd better treat her right, you hear?"

"Yeah! I'd never do anything bad. Right Mar?" Goten grinned. Marron blushed a bit from next to him.

"So what can I get for you two kids today?"

Goten already knew what he wanted; he had thought about it on the way over. "You first."

"Hmm..." Marron scanned the options until she found just the right one. I'll take a medium sized scoop of mint on a waffle cone, please." Marron said, eyeing the green-colored ice cream in the picture.

"Comin right up, miss! And how 'bout for you, big guy? The usual?"

"You bet!"

The older man laughed out loud. "I'd expect no less! A triple deluxe cone of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate with rainbow sprinkles, comin' right up!"

"How much do I owe ya?" Goten said, digging into his pocket for his wallet.

"This one's on the house, kid." Mr. Sherbert said, waving off Goten's attempt to hand him money.

Goten and Marron both looked shocked.

"What, really?"

"Yep. Don't worry 'bout it."

"Wow! Thanks a lot!"

"Just make sure you show this nice young lady a fun time on your date, okay?" Mr. Sherbert said with a kind smile, as he and Goten shared a laugh.

"I promise!"

After that, Goten and Marron got their food then took a seat on the grass in the park across the street and ate their snacks together.

"So, tell me. What's the big news?" Marron asked as she finished off her food, feeding off his anticipation. She could tell it was something big- whatever it was. "You've been antsy all afternoon!"

Goten fell backwards onto the grass and put his hands behind his head. "Well, I heard something interesting in class today!"

"You mean you actually paid attention?"

"Nope!" Goten declared without hesitating one bit. 

Marron rolled her eyes with a giggle. She expected that response. 

"It's about the World Martial Arts Tournament."

"Oh yeah!!” Marron exclaimed. “That’s next week, right? What happened?"

"Mr. Satan retired. And I'm considering entering. I’m sure Trunks and my dad will too.”

Marron gasped and clasped her hands together joyfully. "Oh my God, Goten, you totally should!" Marron exclaimed, putting her hands on his knee. "It would be so cool! Plus, it'll be like a little vacation for us!"

"You really think so?"

"Of course! You'll do great!" Marron declared happily. She gently took his large hand in her smaller ones and stared deep into his eyes. "You've been training so hard these past few years. I know that better than anyone. You said you wanted to surpass Goku someday, right? Well this is your biggest chance. I’ll be your cheerleader the whole way!” Marron declared that as if it were a love declaration.  But it didn’t matter what place he came in. To her, Son Goten was already number one. 

Goten liked the sound of that. He sat up and stole a quick kiss from Marron's lips when she wasn't paying attention. He pulled back and saw that the blonde was staring down at her dress, a scarlet-red hue covering her cheeks from ear-to-ear.

“You're the best, Mar. And you're right. I'm entering. And I'm going to win!"

"W-W-Warn me before you do that! I-I-I wasn't ready!" She stammered out, fixing her hair to distract herself from the sudden kiss. It was only a moment, but she felt the love and appreciation he had for her in it.

A sly grin made it's way onto the half-Saiyan's lips. "Okay then. I'm warning you now."

Marron didn't have time to react as she screamed with laughter when he pounced on her a moment later. They fell back onto the grass together and started making out, not caring who saw them.

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It was almost dusk when Goten and Marron parted ways for the night. As the young Saiyan approached his home in the mountains from above, the sky had become a brilliant orange and red hue. It was like a wild flame slowly dying out into the calm darkness of the night. Sunsets were always soothing for him. When he was still a small child, Goten used to watch the sunset and think of his dad, wondering if he saw the same sunset from Other World. 

Goten dropped down onto the grass in front of his house; smoke coming from the chimney. Goten smiled widely. He could smell dinner from here! "Oh boy! My favorite! Nothing beats Mom's cooking!"

“I’m home!” Goten called upon walking in.

“Hey kiddo! Grab a seat, it’s chow time!” Goku waved to his son, already seated at the table.

Chi-Chi placed the last plate on the table and then sat down herself. “Welcome home, honey!”

Goten sat down and together the family of three started eating. Chi-Chi paced herself while the boys ate in typical Son fashion-- as if it were their last meal ever (and seemingly never even came up to breathe). Chi-Chi sighed with a smile. She was used to it by now. 

“Man Chi-Chi, you outdid yourself! This is really great!!” Goku exclaimed and went back for a fifth helping. “Your food is the best in the whole world!”

Chi-Chi touched her cheeks, bashfully smiling. She was even blushing a bit. “Oh, stop teasing, Goku. You're embarrassing me!”

“I’m serious!” Goku continued.

“Um, Mom…” Goten started hesitantly. He scratched the side of his cheek, thinking how to word his next question. “Sorry to ask this so suddenly, but… can I take a week off from school?” He said and then braced himself for the ‘no.’

Without flinching, Chi-Chi put down the tea she was sipping and smiled. “Planning a romantic getaway with your girlfriend~? I don’t mind, but if something happens are you prepared to take responsibility? A girl’s virginity is a special thing, Goten!” 

Goten instantly did a spit take. He hacked and coughed and Goku patted him on the back. Once the teen caught his breath, he went pure red from embarrassment. Or was it from shock? Probably both. 

“What I do with Mar is none of--- W-Wait! There’s no romantic getaway!” Goten practically shouted. 

Talking about that type of stuff with Trunks was one thing, but it was the absolute LAST topic of conversation Son Goten ever in a million years wanted to have with his mother. 

“Oh honey, stop being so dramatic. I’m no fool. I know how much you two love each other, it’s only natural!”

“Mom! Enough! I’m not talking about this with you!”

In the years since Buu, most things didn’t bother the Son matriarch anymore. Chi-Chi let things slide. She even started wearing her hair down or in a ponytail more often than not. And became brazent with her playful teasing. Too brazent for Goten’s own good. First Gohan, now him. Goku almost felt bad for them. Almost. He found it amusing. 

Goten slapped his cheeks and quickly shook off the image before his mind could wander any further to any thoughts that might make him not able to ride the Flying Nimbus anymore. 

“Besides, 18 would kill me, revive me with the Dragon Balls, and then kill me again!!” Goten said, getting a laugh from his parents. They were laughing because they knew he was right. 

“Of course, honey. Now what’s the real reason?” She knew Goten would likely skip anyway. Goten didn’t think she knew, but she did. She was smarter than she looked. But still, she appreciated that he came to them first, whatever the reason was.

“I want to enter the World Tournament.” Goten declared, surprising both of his parents. 

“I’m in too!!” Goku replied with the same confident grin his son had. Goku had a feeling Goten would. “There’s this guy I’ve been keeping an eye on lately. He’s got some insane power within him, more than he realizes. I have a hunch he’ll be entering the Tournament next week.”

Though he didn’t say this aloud, Son Goku had another reason he wanted to enter the Tournament. A lesson that his master had taught him long ago. 

“A hunch?” Chi-Chi asked, somewhat worried. She had gotten used to the peace again. They all had. The last thing she wanted was another creep with an inflated ego dragging her boys into another universal death battle. “Sounds like bad news to me.”

“No need to worry. This guy’s totally pure of heart.” Goku replied, easing his wife’s fears.

“So who is he then?” Goten said, in between heaps of food. “Do we know him?”

Goku flashed his signature wide grin. “Sorry! Not telling. You’ll have to wait and see for yourself!”

Goten slouched back in his seat and frowned. “That’s lame. You’re no fun.”

“We’ll have to train for the Tournament just to be sure! I have a feeling this is gonna be a fun one!”

“Yeah!” 

“I had a feeling this day would come sooner or later.” Chi-Chi said, sighing slightly. It was tough for her seeing her baby boy growing up into a man. He was almost done highschool, in a loving committed relationship, and now following in his father’s footsteps as a fighter. Soon he’d be out of the house and out on his own. The thought almost made her tear up, but she supported him nonetheless. The Son matriarch excused herself from the dinner table to hurry into the hall closet and pulled out a large white box with a bow on it. 

Upon returning, Chi-Chi glanced to Goku for a moment and then handed her son the box. “I know your eighteenth birthday isn’t for a while, but I… we wanted you to have this before your big day. I made it myself.”

Goten raised an eyebrow at the box, shaking it slightly. It didn’t sound like a game or anything like that was inside. Now he was really curious. He carefully lifted the lid off of the box to see a brand new gi. His current one was fine and all, but it was getting a little too small and worn out over the past months of consistent training. 

“Whoa! This is…” He gasped.

It was an orange gi, much like his father had worn for decades. But what made it different from Goku’s was instead of blue, Goten’s new gi had a black undershirt, and matching black belt, wristbands and boots. 

Goten smiled as wide as could be as he lifted the gi out of the box to get a better look at it. “This is great! Thank you so much! I’m gonna go try it on!!” He said and ran to his bedroom to change. 

Goku and Chi-Chi idled about in the meantime, cleaning up from dinner when the teenaged Saiyan returned shortly after. 

Chi-Chi’s eyes lit up like stars while Goku proudly beamed from beside her. 

“Oh, look at you! You look so handsome!” Chi-Chi gushed, fussing all over her son despite his protests. “You look just like your father did when he and I reunited at the Tournament all those years ago! Ahh, those were the days~!”

“Yup! Lookin’ just like his old man!” Goku said. “Except for the hair!”

“Hey! Don’t hate!” Goten whined. “This hairstyle is stylish!”

Goten had recently changed his hairstyle to stand out from his father. Instead of his father’s signature palm-tree hairstyle, Son Goten let his hair grow out. It still shot out in most directions, but was now much longer and shaggier, reached the back of his neck. He liked it a lot more. Even better, Marron said it made him look super cute. So he decided to stick with it!

“Training begins tomorrow!” 

Goten smirked. He couldn’t wait. 

The next day, Son Goku came into Goten’s room bright and early, ready to start. They didn’t have much time to prepare! He found the teen was curled up in a ball, clutching his pillow for dear life. 

“Rise and shine, kiddo!” Goku swung open the curtains, bringing the hot bright rays of sunlight right onto Goten’s face. 

Goten winced and half-opened one eye. “...Dad? It’s ...7 AM! On a Saturday. Come back in like three hours.” Goten grimaced and then pulled the covers over his head, hoping his father would go away. It was too early for this! He was in the middle of an awesome dream too! 

“No way. We’ve only got six days till the tournament! We’re gonna train for three days, and then rest for three days.” Goku said and yanked the covers off the bed entirely. “We’re getting breakfast out on the road, so get up or you’ll miss it!” 

Goten groaned even louder than before, finally sitting up. The teen rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. His hair shot out in every direction even more so than normal. Under most circumstances he wouldn’t mind early morning training, but his bed was too comfy to leave it right now! If he went back to sleep now, maybe he could continue the dream he was having! “Can’t today be a rest day?”

“Nope. Now be outside in ten minutes or your mother said no dinner for you!” Goku grinned teasingly, knowing that was his son’s weakness.

“Oh come onnn! That’s--. Ugh. Fiiine!” Goten whined. “Cheater.”

After brushing his teeth (still half asleep) Goten threw on his new gi. Knowing how their sparring sessions usually went, he hoped it wouldn’t get destroyed after not even having it a full day. 

He tiredly dragged his feet out to the kitchen where his mother was waiting for him. 

“Never shoulda entered this stupid Tournament…” He mumbled to himself and yawned again. 

Chi-Chi shook her head, laughing. “Oh hush. It’s not that bad. You know how your father gets in times like this.”

“Yeah, yeah. He could’ve at least waited another hour though!” Goten said and then went outside to see his father talking with Gohan as little Pan ran around at their feet.

“Oh, hey Gohan!” Goten said happily. 

“I see Dad’s puttin’ you through the ringer, huh?” Gohan chuckled when he saw his brother drag his feet out onto the grass. “I was down that road plenty of times growing up.” 

Goku had traded his signature orange gi for a blue gi with dark bluish-green pants, black shoes and orange wristbands. He still dearly treasured the Turtle School colors, but wanted something different for a change. 

“Uncle Goten!!” Pan cried happily. The toddler wore a little red gi, a present she got from Goku and Chi-Chi for Christmas the previous winter. Pan jumped into the air and came flying at him like a football player trying to take down the quarterback. 

Goten braced himself for the hug just as Pan slammed into him, laughing. “Hey, squirt!”

“I’m not a squirt, I grew two inches!” 

Pan giggled. She loved her uncle so much. He was like a big kid, but also an adult! Pan didn’t really get how that was possible, but she just wanted to be just like him. He showed her all the funnest games, and always knew all the coolest places to go! Plus whenever he visited he always snuck her candy when Gohan wasn’t looking. 

“Guess what Uncle Goten? Daddy says I can enter the World Toonament!” 

Goten couldn’t help but laugh at her pronunciation of the word tournament. “Wait, what? You’re sure it’s okay if she enters, Gohan?”

Gohan nodded. “When she heard Mr. Satan used to be the Champ, it’s all she wanted to do. Videl and I agreed that since there’s no threats anymore, it wouldn’t be a big deal. There’s no Junior division this time, but we’ll all be there anyway. So no harm done.”

“You’re right about that! Besides, I think she can give Goten a challenge!” Goku said, winking up at Pan. 

Pan tugged on Goten’s pant leg. “Is it true you’re comin’ fishin’ with us?” 

“Sure is, Pan! Come on! You can ride on my shoulders!” Goten said and picked the little one up. She felt so tall!

“Alright, we’re heading off!” Goku said. Pan cheered while Goten smirked and pumped his fists. Now that he was fully awake, he was ready for action.

Gohan trusted his father more than anyone else in the world. He went over to affectionately pat his daughter’s head. “Bye, Panny. Be good for Grandpa and Uncle Goten!”

“Okay Daddy!” 

And with that, the three were off. Gohan watched them go and then went back inside for his morning coffee.

The three followed the dirt path to a pretty meadow nearby. Dew glistened on the blades of grass, as the sun continued making its way over the mountain horizon. A river gently flowed into a waterfall that spilled into a sprawling crystal clear lake.. It brought back a wave of nostalgia for Goku as he could remember the countless times he went here to fish with Grandpa Gohan growing up. 

Goten placed Pan down and stretched as the toddler immediately ran over to the river’s edge and stared in awe. 

"Alright before we start training, whaddya say we get some breakfast? I’m starving!" Goku said, already prepping. 

"Sure! I got it covered! I’ll get us some fish!”

"My favorite!” Goku said. No matter how many times he ate Paozu tuna, it didn’t get old.

In the meantime, Goku gathered firewood and then fired a tiny ki blast to start a fire. Pan helped by throwing sticks to make it bigger. He placed three large wooden stakes over the fire, one for each of them to roast their breakfast on. 

Goten got down to his boxers and dove into the river. It was cold, yet refreshing. If he wasn't fully awake yet, he was now. The teen swam around a bit until some huge fish caught his eye. Common for this area, the Paozu fish were at least five times his size, and normally blue and white in color (but there were other colorations as well). Four of them spotted Goten at once and rushed towards their prey, each with the intent to swallow him whole. 

Goten became motionless, waiting for the right moment. As the first approached, he swam down and kicked it in the side, killing it instantly. The teen then disposed of the other three aquatic attackers in a similar fashion.

Goten swam around and gathered his food. One for each of them and one extra! They could split the last one. 

With their breakfast caught, the three generations of Sons sat around the fire, enjoying the morning together while they ate their breakfast in typical Saiyan fashion. 

Goku burped and rubbed his stomach upon finishing. “Man, that hit the spot! Now it’s time for training!” 

“I wanna train too, Grandpa!” Pan exclaimed. 

Goku ruffled Pan’s hair, making her giggle. “You like flying, right?” He asked, knowing the answer already. 

“Mhmm!” The four-year old gleefully said, raising her little hands into fists. 

“Alright, well how about this? I want you to fly around the world as fast as you can!”

Pan’s little eyes lit up. “Really? Okay! Can Uncle Goten come with me??!”

Goten laughed and knelt down to be on eye level with the toddler. “I’d love to, Panny, but I gotta train! Next time I’ll go with you! And I’ll show you something real cool!” 

“Pinky promise?” She said, holding up her little finger.

“Of course.” Goten grinned and they shook on it.

“Alright, bye Grandpa! Bye Uncle Goten!! I’ll be back soon!!” Pan waved and took off to the east. 

Once Pan was out of sight, the Son boys could truly focus on their training.

“So, what’s on the agenda??” 

"Okay, Goten. First, I need you to power up as high as you can possibly go." Goku folded his arms and smiled confidently. "I know things have been easy in these peace times, but I wanna see the progress you've made. You've been training primarily with Trunks, right?"

Goten nodded. "Yeah. At first it was pretty casual but these past two years or so we've really gotten serious."

Goku had full faith in his son. Though Goten was suppressing his energy, Goku could feel the sheer amount of power he had within him. In his fight with Buu, even as a child, Goten showed glimpses having more potential than even Gohan. At only seven years old, he became a Super Saiyan just by sparring for fun. And when fused together, Gotenks was one of the strongest fighters in the entire universe.

"...Alright, then. Here goes!" Goten smirked. He then took a deep breath and let out a mighty roar as his power skyrocketed. "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

A wild golden aura erupted around the teenager's body while lighting violently sparked around him. Goten's muscles bulged somewhat while his shaggy hair stood completely upright, becoming sharp and jagged. First, Goten's eyes turned to an emerald green. Then, his dark black hair became the signature golden-yellow. The lightning increased in intensity as Goten didn't stop there and kept powering up until a burst of light shot from the teens body.

There stood Son Goten in a fully-powered Super Saiyan 2 state. The splitting image of his father. His facial features were relaxed and he was in complete control of his energy; a far cry from ten years ago when he had gotten carried away at the Tournament.

"How's this?" Goten asked, smirking slightly. “At first, it took a lot of rage to transform, like I had to picture Majin Buu hurting Mar or Mom again. But it’s easy now!”

"Amazing, Goten! Wow! I'm so proud of you!" Goku beamed with pride at how far his son has come. At only seventeen years old, Son Goten had mastered Super Saiyan 2. Goku wouldn't be surprised if he was on the edge of unlocking Super Saiyan 3!

"Me and Trunks are just about equals."

Equals?! They were equals? If that really was the case, Goku could truly put his worries about leaving the earth to the next generation to rest. "No wonder You got so strong so fast!"

"How would you compare us to Majin Buu? Like a ballpark."

"You mean the evil one? Hard to say exactly, but you're definitely stronger than Vegeta and I were at the time. If both of you attacked together at full power, you could have possibly beaten him before he split good from evil and lost most of his power. But you know more than anyone how unpredictable Buu can be. Even though he's good now, you have to be careful. If you get matched up against him, you can't afford many mistakes against a guy like that.”

Goten pumped his fists happily. "Right! Thanks, Dad! So, what now?"

"Power down to normal. Goku said and slipped into a fighting stance. "Let's have a quick spar. This time, no transforming.”

"Huh? Are you sure? But you'll kick my ass!"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. I'm gettin' old ya know! Now come on.” 

Goten nodded and after a deep breath, his hair and eyes returned to their normal black color. He clenched his fists and then slipped into a fighting stance. “Just watch the gi, okay? It’s brand new, and I was hopin’ to surprise Mar with it.”

Goku smirked. “Sure. I’ll let you have the first move.”

“You’ll regret that!!” Goten instantly burst forward, appearing as only a blur. He swung a volley of powerful kicks directly at his father's face.

Goku smirked as dodged with ease but Goten was relentless. Kick after kick he didn't stop. That continued until Goku grabbed Goten by the leg, and prepared to counter. "Got ya."

"Not so fast!" With his other leg, Goten swung but that too was caught. Goten squirmed and fought to break loose, but Goku’s grip only tightened. Growling, Goten spread his arms wide, unleashing an Explosive Wave at point blank range. 

Goku was hit dead on and lost his grip, staggering back somewhat as Goten landed. "OWW! Good one! That actually hurt! But I'm not even getting started yet!" 

Goku vanished from sight and reappeared behind his son. Goten swerved around just in time to see his father pulling his fist back, ready to strike. 

However the blow went right through his son as if it were an illusion. 

“An afterimage...” Goku said, smirking.

Two copies of Goten reappeared to Goku’s side. Then, the real Goten appeared from above and swung a ferocious kick at Goku, but that too was nothing but an illusion. 

“W-What?!” Goten exclaimed and jumped backwards, searching around for his father’s energy.

“I invented that move! Ya gotta be better than that!!” Goku said from a few yards away, smiling mischievously with his arms crossed. 

Goten ran towards Goku again, but this time Goku vanished completely. The teen flipped backwards just as Goku came into sight, narrowly dodging the counter. Goten burst forward and immediately slammed Goku in the back of  the head, this time hitting finally it’s mark. 

Goku was sent careening down towards the ground, but he caught himself and safely landed on his own two feet. He winced, rubbing his head where Goten hit him. “He’s tougher than I remember!”

Goten continued his assault, flying down towards his father and firing multiple energy waves at Goku.

Goku deflected the blasts away from himself, sending the blasts far away from the fight to explode in the distance. Goten charged a bigger blast in his left hand, firing it directly forward. Goku stayed absolutely still, waiting for Goten's blast. At the last moment, Goten curved the blast up and it exploded into multiple blasts that shot in every direction, wildly zig-zagging around without any sense of direction or course. 

Goku watched each blast intensely, waiting for the right moment. 

“He’s distracted!” Goten blasted forwards, head first, at full force, slamming directly into Goku’s back. 

Pulling his arms back into the signature pose, Goten his hands together. “KAAAAA… MEEEEE…” The blue energy began to build as Goten’s ki spiked. “HAAAAA… MEEEEE…”

Goku recovered and came to a sliding halt on the grassy terrain. The Saiyan hadn’t felt this excited in years. Goku smirked and raised his power level to match Goten’s. Just then, Goten vanished. 

Goku’s eyes widened and crossed his arms over his face, just as Goten appeared in front of him.

“HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

The blast hit Goku dead on, creating a super massive explosion that could be felt all the way at the Son house from far away. 

Goten jumped backwards to gain distance. The teen hovered there, his senses on full awareness, waiting for his father to emerge from the smoke. A palm-tree hairstyle and bluish-green gi appeared through the smoke soon enough, completely unharmed. He was smiling! 

“I see you’ve finally mastered the Instant Transmission. Great work!” Goku grinned, folding his arms. 

The Instant Transmission technique. Goten had asked his father to teach him the attack about two years ago when he started his training. Right around the time he started dating Marron. Goten motives were as clear as day.

“Yeah! Thanks again!” Goten said.

“You won’t fool me twice with that move though. Come on, let’s keep going!”

“You bet.”

They rushed each other at the same time and collided. A powerful yet invisible tremor shook the area as their fists met. The father and son duo crashed blow for blow as they rose higher in the air. Their attacks grew more intense the higher they went.

Eventually they disappeared, and could only be seen by the tremors echoing throughout the grassy training grounds. 

At first, Goten traded blows evenly with his dad, countering each blow with ease. But as their struggle continued, Goku slowly raised his power and started overwhelming his father. He managed to land a crushing blow to the gut, making Goten falter. Goku went to punch him but Goten phased out of the way, reappearing some significant distance away and hid his energy singal. 

“Now’s my chance!”

Goten got into position and powered up to full. In an instant he pulled his hands back, charged two blue blasts of ki in his hands and fired. The beam exploded in a marvelous blue light, hitting its target dead on. “Gotcha.”

Goten waited for movement. But when the smoke cleared and Goku was gone! The teen growled when he saw his father simply dusting off his gi on the grass below. 

“Dammit! He’s not even hurt!” 

To Goku’s own surprise, he was just a bit out of breath.  ”If I’m not careful, he actually may get the advantage. He’s even further along in his training than I originally thought.” He smirked and then raised his hands close to the center of his face with his fingers spread out toward his eyes. “This was fun, Goten, but you’re not winning this fight.”

Goten braced himself and shut his eyes. “Oh crap!”

“SOLAR FLARE!”

A blinding white light exploded from the Saiyan father’s body as if a second sun was right there on the battlefield with them, covering everything in sight. 

Despite being temporarily blind, Goten’s other senses kicked into high gear. He felt where Goku was going to appear and attempted to counter, but missed every attack. Goku simply side-stepped or caught everything Goten threw at him. 

Goku smirked, reappearing right behind his son. "Come on! Focus! You're better than that, Goten!" He said right before flipping behind Goten and kneeing his son right in the back.

Goten was flown forward as he grunted from the impact of the hard hit, trying to regain control of his body as his sight finally began returning to him. 

Goku pursued his son, pounding him into the ground causing cracks and the ground itself to rise up from the impact. Goku then grabbed his son by the legs and threw him into the air. Goku flew straight up, stopping above Goten. He threw a punch at Goten but Goten managed to duck, countering with a jab to the gut.

Goku vanished and kicked his son upwards, and with a flare his energy unleashed a monstrous kiai that had Goten flying backwards, unable to recover. 

A boot connected with the boy’s face and he was sent shooting towards the ground yet again. 

“Try and stop this one!!” Goku cried and unleashed a volley of rapid-fire blasts. Goten’s head was still spinning from the kick, so he didn’t have time to block the dozens of golden Ki spheres that crashed into his body one after another seemingly without end. 

Finally, Goku built up one last, super-large energy ball for the final attack. 

Goten had just enough time to land on his feet and catch the ball of ki. He grunted as he felt himself being pushed back, but with a flare of his aura--almost turning Super Saiyan until he remebered the rule, managed to send it flying away. A massive explosion echoed from afar where the impact was. 

Goku floated above him with his hands on his hips, smiling proudly. 

Goten heaved and huffed, now feeling exhausted as if he sweat from his brow.  He really could have kept going, but decided against it and shook his head. “I’m done for now. You win....” He said and plopped down on the grass.

The fight was over. Goku grinned and flashed dual victory signs. “You did amazing, Goten. Really had me there!” 

“One of these days, I swear, the shoe is gonna be on the other foot!” Goten declared in between heavy breaths. At least his gi didn’t get ruined. 

“And I think that day will be sooner rather than later.” Goku smiled and sat down next to Goten on the grass as they waited for Panny to come back. 

Only six days remain until the 28th World Martial Arts Tournament begins!

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But your hair! (Rocket x Reader)

Request: Can i pls get a reader x rocket where like the reader is like really girly and different from the guardians and wears lots of dresses and they all feel like they have to protect her and she has really long blonde hair and decides on a whim to cut it to her shoulders and rocket sees her cutting it and is like no it's so prettt why? And then after its short he thinks it's hot? And feelings are confessed? I just cut 14 inches off my hair and im still coming to terms with it lol ❤

Yes, I'm back! And I have to just say that I mixed it up a bit and left some parts to the request out but it stayed to what you somewhat wanted and I do hope you all enjoy! Thank you very much!!

Warnings: mild language, angst and small fluff

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Let's just say she wasn't exactly a guardian in the field, all the cool fighting and saving was left to quill and the gang. Of course it's not like she can't fight, she's good. Like real good. But she's too... kind and mindful, always trying to see the good in everyone, and it almost got them killed on a mission. Well more like one person in particular.

7 months ago:

The guardians were called in by a community in sector E-176. (random planet name, hush) who they Begged for help, explained that a group of Ravagers would come and take half of their supplies each week, and that the following week, they had fell short and feared what they will do to them. So of course they accepted since there was an offer. A BIG offer on units, Quill just couldn't resist.

As the Milano came close to the community, they made a quick plan.. with some arguing.

"Now me and Gamora will take the left while Drax and Groot take right. Rocket and Mantis, you find a good spot with a distance and make sure no civilians get caught in the cross fire, got it? Okay let's mo-"

"WOAH WOAH WOAH! Slow down Mr. Toughguy, I don't like this plan." Rocket put it.. lightly.

"Rocket, I'm not changing the pla-"

"How come you get to go left? I want to go left."

Peter huffed. "Drax-"

"The real question is, how come I'M not apart of the plan?? I can fight too you know!" You crossed your arms rather childishly.

Peter let out a loud sigh. "(Y/N) I would very much like it if you stay on board, in case on of us, you know, get hurt. You're our little medic." He smiled as he spoked in a "matter of fact".

"I'm going."

"No you're not."

"I said I'm going."

"(Y/N)-"

Rocket groaned loudly. "Just let her go! She can go with me and Mantis can go with Drax, I'll make sure she ain't dead by the end of this mission."

"I'm not changing the pl-"

"-we're here, get ready." Gamora announced as she flashed a quick smirk toward you.

It was Peters turn to groan in frustration before he turned to you. "Fine! But you have to maintain your hair, it's too long and it could get you killed."

You brushed him off. "Yeah yeah, I'll be down in a jiffy!"

You ran toward your shared quarter(?) to get into your so on called "battle suit" which is a damn dress and left your hair down but hell if you cared. Your hair was pretty long but you just loved having it down. You grabbed your favored weapon and rushed towards the gang.

Peter looked at you before looking away. Then looked back at you quickly to take in what the hell you wore.

"No, no, and no! What are you wearing?? And your hair! You can't-"

Gamora quickly loaded her gun. "There's no time! Get to where you're supposed to be!"

Everyone got into their positions, the mission carried on real smoothly and the gun fight began. They took out as many Ravagers as they could, Rocket had rather fun from where he stood. A little too much fun.

He laughed hysterically. "Look at them!! They look like little ants from here!"

You watched with a frown. You hated that they had to be killed but they were the bad guys. You've never killed before, only fought. And you intended that it stayed that way. As it seemed like the fight was coming to an end but in the corner of your eye you saw movement. You quickly turned and saw that it was an injured Ravager that booked it.

You quickly looked at Rocket, seeing that he's distracted enough, you followed him. You got your aid kit ready in case you could help.

You knew you shouldn't but heck, what if the tables were turned and you were the injured one? Or worse. Rocket. You would hate if he got hurt since you had real feelings for him.

As you got close, you saw how damaged he was. Blood leaking from his side and his shoulder. It was bad.

You got closer and of course, you stumbled on your feet, alerting him. He had his gun to your head in a flash.

"Don't you fucking move girly. You're one of those fucking guardians aren't you?"

You gulped and nodded slowly.  "Look, I just want to help you, you're bleeding profoundly. Please. Let me help yo-" before you could finish , he started shooting at you, missing everytime. You reached for your gun but turned rather to quickly, which made your hair get in the way. You fired toward the Ravager, not stopping until you heard a drop.

Your heart raced as you were breathing heavily. You went into shock and started shaking. As you were on alert, you heard movement behind you, startling you, which caused you to turn with hair in your line of sight. You pulled the trigger and heard another drop.

This time, you wished you hadn't...

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You were crouched outside your shared quarter with your now blood stained dress. Dried tear trails and a pink nose.

You did everything you could to save him, he's going to turn out fine, but it didn't make it any less tramatic. You were the one that caused it, then you were the one to repair it.

Your eyes were glossy again. This was all your fault. If you weren't considerate of a bad guy, none of this would have happened. Why didn't you just listen to Peter.. you were so lost in thought, that you didn't notice Groot sit next to you.

"I am Groot?"

You quickly turned to him and sniffed. "Yeah. I'm okay, he's going to be okay too."

He looked down. It was so painful seeing Groot so down. You did that to him and it was killing you. You started crying which lead him to pulling you close to him.

"I am Groot.."

"But it is my fault. I shot him.. I shot Rocket."

"I am Groot."

"And if he doesn't? I don't think I can live with myself if he doesn't forgive me." I look up towards the reassuring teen as he held a soft smile.

"I am Groot."

"He- what? No he doesn't." He just smiles as he pat my back softly, getting up on his feet and walked towards the rest of the group, leaving me to my thoughts.

You rubbed away your tears as you got up as well, heading towards the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror the saw one of Drax's knife. You picked it up and stared at it. You had to do it. You knew you had to.

With one more tear to shed, you grabbed your beautiful locks and cut it off. You kept cutting your hair until it was above your shoulders.

You gasped as you took in your new appearance. It didn't look bad but you didn't care as long as it wouldn't be a problem anymore. You walked out to where Rocket was.

Unconscious. Bandages wrapped neatly around his chest area.

You sighed as your moved a chair next to his bed. You reached to hold his paw.

"Rocket.. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to ever happen. Not you, never you. If I could switch places with you, then I would." You couldn't continue as you became a sobbing mess again.

"I love you." You choked out and you held on to his paw tightly.

"Did you cut your hair?" You looked at him quickly as he eyed you.

"Oh my God." you launched yourself toward him, pulling him into a tight hug. He groans making you back off.

"Oh shoot! I-I'm so sorry!"

He just stared at you.

"What did you do?"

"Rocket.. I didn't see that it was you! I'm so-"

"It looked so pretty, why would you cut it off.." 

You were dumbfounded.

"You're talking about my hair?"

"You looked so pretty.. I mean not that you're not pretty now, you're gorgeous but-"

"Rocket, I shot you!"

He looked down, examining his body. "Yeah I know, but your hair oof-"

You hugged him carefully. He slowly moved his arm to wrap around you.

"(Y/N) I'm okay." You sniffled.

"But I'm not, you almost died because of me."

"We'll I ain't dead because of you."

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you did.. I can't imagine a life without you."

" Uh, what?"

You sucked it in. This is it.

"Rocket.. I love you."

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He just stared at you. You started to tear up and slowly pulled away to which he obliged.

"Don't."

"Rocket-"

"I love you too." He breathed out ever so softly.

This time, it was your turn to stared and let go of the breath that you didn't know was holding. He loved you. He loved you back.

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Bonus:

You laid next to him as you played with his fur, he was having the damn time of his life. You would occasionally place small kisses on his forehead and he loved it. Of course now he was feeling more of himself.

"Ya know, you look rather hot with your hair short. You should definitely keep it that way."

You rolled your eyes and playfully flicked his ear.

"Shut up." You said, secretly noting to maintain your hair short.

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It's literally 3am, I don't know why I always end up writing stupid late, anyways I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Also I don't know if you guys noticed that small reference on the Ravager scene, sound familiar? I don't know like dead - ly familiar? Anyways as always, please comment what you think, like and reblog!!

Goodnight! ❤️

P.S. IF Y'ALL DON'T KNOW WHO OLIVER TREE IS, GO AND LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC, IT'S BOMB! OKAY BYE ❤️

Quick note: I kinda want to start writing about Steve Harrington and Negan and some of Harry Potter too, so feel free to request! Request are open

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Monsta X Reacts: Baby’s First Words

@pckmx Request: “Monsta X reaction to his baby’s first words”

A/N: Ahhhh a Monsta X request! So happy! Here’s to all the monbebe’s out there! And thank you so much for the request girl, this was such a cute one to write! Hope ya’ll like it! 

Monsta X & Y/N

Shownu:

Shownu was an amazing father, husband, and everything in between. When he’d come back from the studio, the first thing he’d do is greet you in the kitchen, and kiss your beautiful daughter who sat comfortably in the high chair next to the counter.

One night, you both were eating dinner, discussing what he should eat for his next episode of Nunu’s Yum Yum Yum. Of course, this happened every Sunday night, regardless if Shownu was eating or not, as he always thought of food.

He sat next to your baby, cutting her food for her and playing with her, making her laugh each time he’d put a chopstick on his lips while puckering them, holding it in place with his nose.

You couldn’t help but feel warm inside as he kept interacting with her. Tonight was your turn to clean the kitchen, and you cleared the table quickly, letting Shownu enjoy himself.

In the next two minutes, you heard Shownu begin shouting from the dining room. You dropped the dishes in the sink, turning around with soap covering your arms only to find Shownu with your baby in his hands, raising her above his head as if she’s Simba from ‘The Lion King’.

“Honey! She said- she said my name! She said ‘da-da’! I am Da-da!”

You turned back around to face the sink both in frustration and with laughter, hitting the counter, “Shownu, you gave me a heart attack- And, Honey, please don’t let our daughters head hit the ceiling.”

He slowly brought the baby back down, resting her on his muscular forearm, “But… she said da-da…”

Wonho:

Wonho never really wanted to get married, nor did he want children at first. But, as soon as he met you, things changed. He wanted kids, and he wanted an amazing life with you by his side.

When you both had your first baby boy, he was adorable and couldn’t contain his happiness. He laughed at the way your baby gripped his fingers, saying that he would be just as strong as him some day. When your baby cooed, he’d always sing and tell you, “Y/N, he’s gonna have the best voice, I can feel it.”

One night, Wonho came home late from the gym and his training. You had already began to put the baby to bed, but he insisted on carrying him around the house, calling it his ‘cool down’ after his workout.

You sat in your bedroom, folding clothes and watching a new tv show when Wonho came back into the room, handing you the baby.

“Babe, it talked.”

You looked at your little boy, laughing as he began to knock over your first pile of shirts, “Wonho, it’s a baby, they begin to talk around this age- and wait why did you say ‘it’ he has a name, babe, you gave it to him.” You giggled uncontrollably.

Wonho just shook his head furiously, “No ways! I refuse to believe it!” Tears started to stream down his face, “He’s growing up, and I don’t like it.”

Your baby babbled another word, this time saying ‘mama’ in a cute voice. Wonho tossed his head back, falling to the floor, “Look at him now! Talking back to you already! Oh my gosh! Say sorry to your mother right now!”

You couldn’t stop laughing for the rest of the night.

Minhyuk:

Minhyuk loved to sit in bed with your baby, holding an iPad for the both of them, watching the most obscure animal planet documentaries, history channel marathons, and anything that had education.

Minhyuk always talked to her, “This; this is a platypus, I don’t want you to touch it, alright?” Your baby would just look at her dad and smile, sometimes cry if he got really stern with his passion on how cute puppies were.

One day, you came home from work only to see him jumping up and down in the living room, screaming for you.

You ran in and he grabbed your wrist, telling you to jump with him. Your baby began to look at him, then to you, before babbling the words, “papa”.

You both turned to each other screaming, picking her up and running around the house with her, telling her to do it again, even though she began to cry once Minhyuk lifted her up and started singing. He handed her off to you and grabbed his phone, immediately videotaping her.

You both sat in bed with her for the next two hours, taking videos and listening to her babble even more words like ‘mama’, and ‘puppy’, to which your Minhyuk was quite happy.

He texted in the group chat with his fellow MX members, saying that your baby finally spoke. He constantly sent them videos and pictures of her saying puppy, telling the members that she’d make it on Ellen soon enough, only making your heart flutter even more.

He laid in bed with you that night, telling you about how he truly wished to hear her say platypus, only to which you replied that it would probably be too hard for her still.

The next morning, to no surprise, you found Minhyuk straining to teach your daughter the word platypus. “Repeat after me, baby. Pla-”

“Pa-”

“typus”

“pa”

He threw his arms up yelling, “Close enough! Honey, hurry up and grab the camera we’re taking this to Ellen!”

Kihyun:

Kihyun was a great dad, but throughout the entire time leading up to your baby’s first words, he always taught your child how to say ‘mama’.

You’d find him in the kitchen, singing to her the word ‘mama’ alone over and over again, always finding it really adorable yet strange how he was so eager for her to speak the word ‘mama’. 

The day that she said her first words, you both were on the couch, talking about work while watching her play. She sat up and began saying ‘mama’ repeatedly, to which you started freaking out.

Kihyun’s face was filled with surprise, causing him to stand up and run in place, unsure of what he should do.

"Should I grab the recorder? Use my phone? Should I call your mom?”

You pulled him back down, “No! Don’t- just- let’s watch her again.”

Another word slipped from her lips, this time it was “da-da” on a constant loop.

Kihyun looked to you, “She said dada?”

You nodded in excitement, “I taught her!”

Kihyun looked to you, “I taught her mama… why’d you teach her dada?”

You bit your lip, “I… I wanted her to call you instead of me at night because I want to sleep…”

Kihyun stood up from the couch, “I WAS DOING THE SAME THING, WHAT THE ACTUAL-”

Hyungwon:

Hyungwon held your baby to his chest one night, playing with him and patting his back while he stayed fussy

He gave up bouncing him up and down once his arms got tired, telling you that it was too much work for one night and by the time he finished being a father, he expected to be as big as Wonho

“Honey, that’s impossible.” You laughed, grabbing the baby from him

“So is Wonho, but here we are.” He brushed back his hair and you couldn’t help but snort at his response.

Your baby fiddled with your hair and Hyungwon watched as the little one grabbed your shirt, attempting to say something but closing his mouth before saying anything, continuing to mumble random sounds

Hyungwon had his eyes wide, “Babe… is- is this how people feel when they expect me to say something but I don’t during fan signing?”

You burst into hysterical laughter, “HYUNGWON? What?”

He sat back, staring his baby in the eyes, “Say something, little one. I dare you.”

Your baby looked at him, touching a hand to his nose before stuttering, “Da-da.”

Hyungwon threw his hands up, “AIGOOOO. I promise I’ll never not say what’s on my mind anymore goodness the anxiety killed me.”

Jooheon:

Jooheon always had the baby with him, barely letting you get more than five minutes alone with your beautiful baby girl, but you didn’t mind because it was the cutest thing to see him interact with her.

He always brought her to the studio with him, waltzing her in with oversized earphones and making her stick her tongue out to the fellow MX members who only melted over her deep dimples and bright smile.

Every time he’d write music or raps, he’d sit with your daughter on the dining table, constantly running things by her as she babbled away at nonsense. Eventually, she’d cry when he made too much serious faces, which led him to doing his ‘Circle, Square, Star in my heart’ routine that even you couldn’t resist.

One day, you went to the studio with them, meeting the rest of MX while watching your baby since Jooheon was in the booth.

He stepped out and she lifted her arms to him, “Da-da!” She screeched, causing you to look up at Jooheon whose jaw was already gaping, you yourself barely being able to contain your excitement.

All the members were screaming as well, everyone freaking out and pinching your daughter's cheeks, asking her to say something else, but she became overwhelmed and started to cry.

Jooheon picked her up, putting her on his hip and walking into the booth, clicking on the monitor to speak, “Everyone, please welcome the eighth member of Monsta X, my beautiful baby girl, who’s definitely better than you, Kihyun. Now, let’s get to work people as she is kind of heavy and I think she has a soiled diaper.”

I.M:

I.M became nervous every time he picked up the baby, but you reassured him, “Honey, he can walk a bit, just hold on to his hand.”

He’d wince once the baby would latch onto his shirt, pulling at his suit jacket as well, “Y/N, oh my god, babe, no I can’t.” You left the room, leaving him to fend for himself, but after about five minutes, you already heard loud beats thumping from his recording room.

You pushed the door open, seeing your baby playing with blocks on the floor, wearing large earphones as IM worked on a beat. He turned around, “Babe, I’m gonna drop a mixtape soon, and I need to have our baby on it.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Honey, he doesn’t even speak yet.”

IM lifted a finger, “Wait just a minute, mama.” He picked up his baby by the hands, bringing him to stand while taking a few shaky steps and gripping IM’s fingers. Your baby started looking at you and saying “Mama!”

You gasped, placing your hands over your mouth before laughing, “He spoke already?!”

IM nodded his head, “And of course, I recorded it the second time and started to make the beat. Our son’s a natural, Y/N.”

Your eyebrow twitched, “Changkyun… You mean to tell me... YOU DIDNT CALL ME WHEN HE SAID HIS FIRST WORDS?”

IM’s scrunched his nose, sheepishly smiling before placing the baby on his lap and swiveling his chair around, pressing the spacebar on his monitor to have the loud bass begin to play.

“CHANGKYUN!”