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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 3 months ago

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First Impressions

Based on this requested prompt: Reader is friends with/related to Rossi in some way (niece/neighbor) and goes to visit Rossi at his house after he recently got in injured etc in the field. Rossi is looking after Jack for Hotch when he suddenly realizes something about the case so leaves Jack with reader etc. Jack finds out that reader teaches ASL for a living and Jack asks for her to teach him something and she asks what he wants to learn and it's along the lines of "you are my superhero dad, I love you". Aaron's reaction to meeting reader, having been ready to be angry or something bad to have happened but instantly liking and being attracted to her and his reaction to Jack signing to him.

Note: Loved everything about this request by the way. 🥰🥰

"Knock knock uncle!" you announced boisterously as you unlocked and opened the front door to your favorite relative's house. Him being your only uncle had nothing to do with that of course, you only liked him for his funny wit and cringy dad jokes.

"In here Gioia Mia!" his voice replied from the kitchen. Once you rounded the turn, you spotted him, dressed in a cooking apron, injured arm in a sling, trying to open a jar of tomatoes.

"Zio, you're gonna either drop the jar or hurt your arm again by doing that, let me help."

It wasn't until you went over to take the jar from him that you noticed a little boy no older than 6 sitting at the kitchen island, drawing on some scratch paper. You remembered your uncle occasionally mentioning watching his boss' kid from time to time but never actually got to meet him.

Smiling, you gave him a little wave when he looked up at you. "Hey, what's your name?"

"Jack," was all he said. He was polite but clearly shy. After opening the jar and handing it back to your uncle, you took a peek at what he was drawing.

"My name's Y/N. Rossi is my uncle. Whatchya drawing?"

Pulling his marker away, he slid the paper for you to see. "Superman."

You were honestly impressed with his artistic ability. From the flowing cape Superman wore to the big cartoon like letters that spelt out HERO he included, you knew he must be a very smart boy.

"Oh wow, that looks so good. I actually really like Batman," you told him, trying to relate.

"Batman is cool too." He didn't look you in the eyes when he said it, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he went back to drawing. Turning your attention to your uncle, you watched him walking back and forth from the stove to the pantry, grabbing different spices and ingredients for whatever it was he was making. All while checking his phone every 2 seconds.

"Got a hot date?" you teased, taking a plum from the little fruit basket on the counter.

"Ha ha. No, I'm actually waiting for some very important details to a case the team is working on."

You squinted your eyes in suspicion, which he caught onto and huffed. "I'm not doing any strenuous activity fragolina, I'm just helping out where I can. I staying out of the field, I promise."

"Yeah, and you opening jars and cheffing it up in the kitchen like a madman isn't strenuous?"

He made at you to pass him the salt by your hand, which you handed over. "Not when you compare it to breaking down doors and arresting criminals."

You couldn't help but laugh a little at his dramatic comparison. "Yeah, ok Zio. When's the last time you broke down a door? Isn't that the job for that Morgan guy you talk about?"

"Yeah. Well who do you think tells him to break the door down? Me."

He taste tested what you assumed was sauce he was making before adding a heaping load of garlic powder to it. You decided to not to bust his chops anymore and took a seat next to Jack.

"May I borrow a marker?"

He grabbed the pack of colorful tools and placed them in between the two of you before also handing you a proper piece of paper instead of the bill envelope you were planning on doodling on. Your heart melted at his caring act. The two of you scribbled together as you made small talk with your uncle before his phone rang. As he talked with the person on the other line, you noticed a shift in his disposition.

"Are you sure? No, don't worry about it, I'll head over there myself."

Ending the call, he looked around the room as if to gather his bearing and go over a plan in his head before speaking.

"Hey fragolina. I need to leave real quick to just check on something super imperative to the case. Anyway you can watch my buddy here for a little bit? I'll be back within a half an hour."

You glanced over at Jack who was looking at the both of you, a confused look on his face. You tried sounding as least bit intimidating as possible. "Yeah of course. Only if it's ok with you Jack. I know we just met."

"Jack, you can trust her, she's my closest friend. And I'll be back quickly," your uncle added while turning off the stove and removing his apron.

"Sure," was his short reply. It was a reply you could tell he wasn't completely sure about but said it to be polite, knowing his friend needed a favor. You gave him a smile and handed over the purple marker for him to finish coloring in his planet.

"Alright. I'll be right back. Y/N, you have my number, call me if you need anything."

"Sure thing Zio."

Walking around, he gave you a kiss on the head and an affectionate rub on the head to Jack before grabbing his keys and leaving.

The room was quite for a second as it settled in that the two of you were alone but continued drawing, not too bothered by the silence. When you absentmindedly signed for the color blue, he gave you a look of bemusement.

"What was that?" he asked, looking at your hands. Then it hit you that you had signed to a 6 year old boy who was still learning English vocab, let alone ASL.

"Sorry, it's a habit I have sometimes. I teach sign language for my job and when it gets quiet, I sometimes sign instead of talk."

"You know sign language?"

He asked the question with enthusiasm which surprised you. "I do. Do you know how?"

He shook his head. "No, but there's a kid at school that does. It looks cool."

You smiled at his answer, happy that he didn't think it was weird. Most 6 year olds wouldn't be so interested in the matter.

"Would you like me to teach you something? Anything you want."

He nodded excitedly and then took a second to think about it before speaking. "Can you teach me to say, you're my superhero dad, I love you?"

You could've cried right then and there if it wouldn't have made you look like a crazy person. How sweet this little guy was that he thought of his father instead of some silly inappropriate phrase any other boy would have asked for.

"Of course I can!"

So for the next 15 minutes or so, you two sat there and went over the motions, him mirroring you as well as he could which was quite well if you were being honest. It had taken way longer for some of your students to learn one word, let alone a whole phrase like Jack was doing.

"Ok, now I'm not gonna show you this time. You show me," you instructed, having all the faith in him. Slowly, he began signing each word slowly, focusing hard on what motion came after the next, looking down at his hands, practically getting it completely correct by the end of it.

"That was so good Jack! Wow, I'm so impressed. You are so so smart."

He beamed at your compliment, meeting you halfway for a high five. You both ended up moving into the living room and you watched one of his favorite cartoons. Wanting him to be more comfortable with you, you made sure to ask a bunch of questions about the show, loving how his personality was starting to come out the more he talked.

It wasn't much longer that you heard the front door open and multiple voices ring through. One particular voice that you didn't recognize, called Jack's name.

"Dad!" Jack hopped off the couch so quickly, Flash would've been proud and ran over into the arms of who you assumed was his father.

"Hey buddy," his dad greeting, looking over at you with a neutral expression. He was dressed in a full suit that fit him quite well and sported an expensive looking watch. You stood up from your spot on the couch and walked over, feeling a bit nervous at his intense vibe.

"See Aaron, I told you everything was fine," your uncle spoke, giving you a comforting wink. Wanting to be as polite as possible to your uncle's boss, you extended your hand out with a genuine smile.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, Rossi's niece. Everything's been good here, Jack is such a great kid."

He returned the handshake with a professional smile, taking a second to look at you, no doubt profiling you entirely, deeming whether or not you were a right choice to watch his son.

"Aaron Hotchner. Thank you, he is great. What did you guys get up to while we were gone?"

Thankfully, Jack ended up answering for you, saving you from falling over your words while trying not to crumble under his dad's strong gaze.

"She taught me sign language dad!"

He looked down at his son, a look of surprise on his face.

"Here, let me show you."

Everyone watched as Jack began signing to his dad, that same adorable concentrated look on his face. By the end of it, his dad was actually grinning. Teeth and all.

"It means, you're my superhero dad, I love you," Jack explained.

His dad's whole demeanor changed, becoming a whole lot softer and inviting as he bent down to hug his son. It took everything in you not to tear up at the loving interaction.

"That was awesome buddy, I love you too."

You caught a look from his dad, this time a bit more favorable, you now assuming he had made the decision that you were alright. Afterwards, Jack's dad told him to gather his things so they could leave as your uncle went into the kitchen to start the oven, leaving you and Mr. Hotchner alone together.

"I apologize if I seemed a little rude earlier. I'm just very protective of Jack," he explained.

You smiled and waved him off, not admitting that he did have shaking in your boots a little at first. "Oh, you weren't rude. I totally get it, he's your boy. I'd be the same way if he was my kid."

The minute that passed by as you two waited for Jack to return, you could feeling him looking at you again. This time you weren't sure if he was still sizing you up or what but it didn't prevent the raise in blood pressure and slight tinge of pink in your cheeks.

Soon after, Jack came running back, his jacket put on half hazardly and his superman drawing in hand.

"Here. I want you to have it," he told you, handing over the piece of paper. You noticed that he had signed his full name on the bottom corner with a little smiley face. It was definitely the best gift you had gotten in a while.

"Thank you so much Jack. I will put this up in my class so all my students can see how talented my new friend is."

He just smiled in return, taking his dad's hand in his. With his available hand, Mr. Hotchner offered another handshake accompanied with a small friendly smile.

"It was good meeting you. I'm sure this won't be the only time we meet."

You knew he meant it as a cordial statement but you couldn't help but let your girly imagination run wild. I mean the man was tall, professionally accomplished, and downright handsome. Every woman's dream.

"I hope not Mr. Hotchner. It was nice meeting you and spending time with Jack."

"Please. Call me Aaron."

You could've screamed. But instead, you held it together, just smiled and watched them leave, yelling a goodbye to your uncle before closing the door behind them.

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and fanned your face.

"Setting up playdates already?" you heard your uncle tease from the kitchen entryway. Being a profiler himself and you a terrible keeper of emotion, he knew what was going through your mind.

"Not another word Zio."

He laughed and threw an extra kitchen apron at you. "C'mon. Help me with the zucchini, lovebird."

#aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner #bau team #criminal minds #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x y/n

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k-ast · 7 months ago

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after you had a fight with him, he looks for you during his concert

6reeze xiao x gn!reader

modern/celebrity au, angst, fluff, not proofread

a/n: i am struggling to write please take my feeble offering

the flashing lights on the stage aren't half as bright as the way your eyes light up when he comes home, or when you see he made breakfast for you.

xiao hasn't seen you in too long.

"please be here." he hates the pounding in chest, where under normal circumstances he would be filled with pride.

usually you stay over, but two nights ago, two nights before the start of his 6reeze tour, you and xiao had a large argument about how he wasn't taking care of himself because of his job.

he lashed out at you, and he thinks you hate him for it, but he hates himself even more.

he didn't get half the sleep he needed for his big day. you just weren't there.

not one face in the crowd below is yours. he has never felt so anxious.

xiao hopes nobody notices how he sings with more desperation in his voice, the notes scratching in his throat.

halfway through the chorus, he finally spots you.

you, beautiful you with your arms crossed, not singing or dancing. your friends scream their heads off beside you but you just watch.

the words to the song he wrote for you are a lot rawer than intended. tears begin to flood his vision.

xiao spots aether on the guitar in the corner of his eye before it starts getting blurry. he blinks in time to see the guitarist mouth a 'you okay?' in a break of the song.

xiao doesn't feel okay.

he doesn't feel okay when the concert ends, and the audience is leaving, and you're leaving with them.

xiao doesn't feel very okay, but he drops whatever he was even holding to bolt out after you.

"yn! yn, wait."

you give in. it's hard not to. "yes?"

he stops to catch his breath when you turn around. xiao doesn't even know what to say, where to start.

"look, i-" he stops to think carefully. "i don't mean what i said, okay? i mean- the wrong words came out, i- i didn't-"

"wow," you say, feigning impressment. "for how much you love songwriting, that was real poetic. is it because this time it's not for a crowd? because it's just for intrusive, overbearing me?"

his heart cracks. "yn," xiao pleads.

you give him a look. you want to hug him and say it's okay, but you don't. you don't deserve to let it slide so easily, at least not without an apology.

and xiao knows it too.

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to call you intrusive, or- or overbearing. you were just looking out for me, you always do. and i was stressed and i- and i lost my shit and i shouldn't have and-" he talks faster and faster, a sign he's getting nervous.

"and i love you and i'm so sorry, so- so please don't leave me."

you rock back and forth on your feet, staring at the ground.

finally, you break the silence. "your performance was incredible. i liked the last song."

a breath escapes from xiao. "i wrote it for you," he mumbles. "actually, i- almost the whole setlist was for you, so..."

"it really hurt, you know," you say softly. "this wasn't the first time."

"i know," he whispers. "it won't happen again, really."

"okay. apology accepted."

"...but not forgiven?"

"well, walk me home first."

and xiao does, his pinkie finger intertwined with yours. you hum his last track on the way home.

#genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin xiao #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x you

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gyusimp · 9 months ago

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Please a Kenji sato x American shy!reader meets Kenji dad for the first time. Just fluff, I couldn’t read Spanish even I’m Latin

°•𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊❜𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒅

Ok, this would most likely take place after the events of the movie since that's when our boy is finally able to get along better with his dad. It was so fun and cute to write, tysm for the request! 💖

Right now you're in your room in front of the full length mirror wearing only jeans as you take two of your favorite blouses in your hands, exchanging them in your reflection playing with the hangers without deciding which one you're going to wear.

"Which one do you think looks better on me?" You said almost desperately, looking at Kenji sitting on your bed behind you.

"I don't know, I like them both. Pick the one that makes you feel more comfortable." His answer didn't help you much.

"Damn it" you said tiredly, more to yourself. You had been trying on clothes from your closet for almost 30 minutes and you couldn't be 100% convinced of what outfit to wear. "Everything has to be perfect today! Even a bad choice in clothes could ruin me!" You said to your boyfriend dramatically. On one side you had a button-down shirt in a soft shade of your favorite color and on the other, a short but not too short t-shirt, with a not very flashy print, something more casual.

"Come on love, you look cute in whatever you wear. Don't worry." He approached you with slow steps to smile at you after kissing your forehead.

"I'm really nervous," you admitted, a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I've noticed."

"This is very important and I want to look my best, the first impression is the most important!"

"Yes, I know, but dad doesn't pay much attention to those details, believe me." He was trying to reassure you.

This afternoon you would finally meet his father after a few months of a formal relationship with Kenji and as soon as he gave you the news you couldn't think of anything else. You sighed and listened to your boyfriend so you chose the outfit that made you feel most comfortable. Combined with accessories and shoes of a similar color you felt more convinced when you looked in the mirror. It took you forever to get ready but after being more satisfied with your appearance you told Kenji that you were ready.

Both of you went to his house on his motorcycle, you walked back and forth talking to Mina and Ken to distract yourself while the time came. You thought there was a lot of time left but when you heard Kenji's doorbell your heart almost stopped.

"The professor has arrived." Mina confirmed.

You barely heard what Kenji said as he held your hands and kissed your cheek before turning to open the door and greet his father. You stood in your spot and decided to smile pleasantly as soon as the short man looked at you. "Wow, so this cute young lady is the one you've been telling me so much about, right Kenji?" He asked, adjusting his glasses with a smile.

"That's right. Dad, she's my girlfriend." Kenji said, introducing you by telling his father your name, who excitedly took your hands in greeting.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Sato," you said smiling, praying that your father-in-law wouldn't notice how much you were shaking from nerves.

"Same here, dear. I see that Kenji is very lucky, he keeps talking wonders about you ever since he met you."

"Dad..." a blush formed on Ken's face.

"It's nothing bad son. By the way, let's leave the formalities, you're part of our family now so just call me Hayao."

"Okay." You answered with a shy smile.

The afternoon went better than you expected with your father-in-law's visit. Having Kenji by your side at all times made you feel more confident to talk and even ask some questions about Kenji. You even felt more comfortable talking about yourself like what you like to do in your free time, what you do or how you met Kenji and a little about your love story. Mr. Sato knew from his wife that the time in Los Angeles in Kenji's childhood and adolescence had been a bit difficult. Few friends and the pressure of being judged for his origins had greatly hindered his ability to socialize so now seeing him in a stable relationship as an adult made him feel proud of his son.

And as for you, he approved of his relationship with a girl so kind and loving to his son. He knew your intentions were sincere and that your love actually went way beyond just dating a celebrity. "I congratulate you both, you make a very nice couple, you both look like you complement each other." He said, smiling at both of you. "Listen, sometimes things can be hard but always make sure you're there for each other at all times. Kenji, you know what your responsibilities are, but don't let that make you distance yourself from your girlfriend... learn from my mistakes and be a good boy."

"Yes, I take that into account. Thank you very much dad."

After a few hours Mr. Sato had to leave, but he felt much happier to have finally met you in person and not just in the pictures Kenji showed him on his cell phone. He said goodbye to you with a warm hug and told you that he would be looking forward to another day to see you again.

You appreciated his kindness very much and now you could breathe easier after knowing that everything had been a success and your relationship with Kenji had been approved.

"Good job son... I'm sure your mother would have loved her"

"Yes... I think so too. She sometimes has things that remind me of mom, she's amazing"

"She's a good girl, I'm sure of that. Make sure you take care of her and make her happy"

"Of course dad, I'm sure of that"

#ken sato #ken sato x reader #kenji sato x reader #kenji sato #kenji x reader #ultraman x reader #ultraman rising x reader #ultraman rising #ultraman #ultraman ken

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chalkrevelations · 2 months ago

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So listen, I'm just going to be upfront about it and say that I was overall disappointed by 1.10 of The Pitt, and I'm going to talk about that some, and it isn't all going to be about Langdon's storyline, because I was making faces at my screen before that even happened ... but a lot of it is going to be about that storyline.

A caveat up front, of course: Langdon should not have been stealing fucking drugs and potentially coming to work high and endangering his patients, although we'll never know for sure if he did or didn't use at work, since he was booted out without a urine tox screen, thanks a lot, Robby. Also, Jesus Christ, Dr. Hypocrite, I don't actually have any personal experience in this type of situation, but I'm pretty sure 98.35% of your behavior toward Langdon did not comply with Just Culture in cases of medication diversion. All you needed was a match, and you'd'a been Angela Bassett in Waiting to Exhale.

Anyway. I've been pretty impressed with the show so far, barring a couple of spots where they fell down (including the mandatory reporter thing, wt-actual-f), including the way they've utilized the teaching framework to make their infodumps sound natural, but they did not manage that well a couple of times in this ep. Given that both instances are areas where I have some specialized knowledge and background, maybe that affected how the scenes came across to me, but there are two places in particular that just hit me wrong:

The back-and-forth between Mel and Samira about treatment on the stroke patient - not the initial assessment, which I almost had to laugh about simply because it was so familiar, but the treatment plan and how to proceed with the patient. It came across as extremely "as-you-know-Bob" infodump-y, and I don't know how much of that was the acting, how much the directing, how much the writing.

The blatant PSA on workplace violence against nurses. Which, fantastic! More people should know why my overwhelming response is a contemptuous "Uh-huh, yeah, you want to compare stats on actual injuries?" when I hear police officers whine about feeling unsafe as an excuse for whatever excessive use of force they've indulged in on any given day. The show hit the mark really well with Dana's response to the assault, which was uncomfortably familiar. The nurses listing their incidents of injury to the med students also came off OK. But the dialogue of the nurses when they're talking about it to Robby? Again, very infodump-y. This ep did a lot better when it was showing-not-telling.

Which leads me into the way Langdon's reactions to seeing Santos talking to Robby felt overdone in a way that was almost comedic, and which certainly led me to believe, oh, wow, they actually are setting this up as a red herring. Or maybe this is just bad writing or direction, or something - the way those previous scenes were. At any rate, ha-ha, we've watched these reactions that are kind of over-the-top, and I guess that was supposed to make us think he was diverting meds, only it's going to turn out that he wasn't ... and then no, all that happened.

So, I dislike the way they've chosen to play this storyline, and it makes me less trusting of what they're going to do with it going forward. I don't want to be mad at this show, but they have set things up in a way that it's going to be very easy for this show to make me mad at it.

Lemme be clear: I'm not surprised by this storyline. Med diversion is a big problem in healthcare - JCAHO estimates, what? up to 10% of healthcare staff? - so it was inevitable that we were going to get an addiction story in a show that prides itself on its verisimilitude, even if it's already well-trodden ground. And unless they waited until season 2 (which, imo, they should have at least) and then set season 2 during a shift three years in the future, of course it was going to be Langdon. I've seen multiple people talk about how clever this decision was, because of how it makes the audience question their own implicit biases about the clean-cut white guy (as if there wasn't a massively popular show that ran for eight seasons featuring a titular character who was a drug-addicted white guy doctor), but let's be real - Langdon was always their safest choice. You do this storyline with someone in 75 percent of the rest of their cast, and you risk pulling in other issues and stereotypes that accrete onto your message. Of the remaining (white) cast: McKay is already involved in the carceral system; Whitaker is too new to be believably able to figure out how to divert any meds at this point; if you use Dana, you're re-treading Nurse Jackie; if you use Robby you're re-treading House, not to mention Dr. Carter (although, god knows, Robby would be plausible, given his erratic behavior, short temper, and literal flashbacks). Am I forgetting someone? Who am I forgetting? (ETA: omg, it's Mel. I forgot Mel.) Anyway, when you line up your safe choices, Langdon is the one who makes the most sense out of all of them. And I'm not opposed to the storyline. Med diversion is an actual, real-life problem, and it opens up a lot of character possibilities that I hope they actually explore - including the completely inappropriate way Robby handled it.

(Speaking of which, was that Princess wheeling No-Egg-Salad guy past the confrontation, and who Robby screamed at as collateral damage? It was Princess, wasn't it? Because if I was writing the show, I'd sure make something out of the fact that apparently the same staff member who saw that confrontation was also the one making the "WTF are you lying about?" face at Santos when Santos lied to Langdon's face about the decision-making process for MDMA Seizure Girl's treatment.)

Anyway, I don't even mind that Frank "Safe Choice" Langdon was the one who TPTB decided to pin this on. What I do mind is that it's Santos - who's been in this ED and interacted with Langdon for all of nine hours, 8.75 hours of which have been acrimonious, who got to figure it all out and finger him for it. My concern about sterotypes and implicit biases, at this point, is that on both Watsonian and Doylist levels, Langdon - and his very, very correct assessment and concerns about Santos' behavior - will be written off, both within the narrative and metatextually, because now he's a thieving drug addict. Because nothing he told Robby about Santos was wrong - she's a bully who's been repeatedly unpleasant to the med students below her on the ladder; she does not follow safety protocols designed to protect her, her patients or her co-workers; and her cowboy attitude has literally almost killed at least one patient so far, not even a full shift in. We as the audience also know that she'll lie to her senior resident's face and threaten patients, which Langdon doesn't even know (yet). So I'm going to be mad if this show tries to tell me that I haven't seen things that I have actually seen with my own eyes, and it tries to retcon her behavior or flush it down the memory hole. My trust is tenuous at this point. It would be much stronger if almost anyone other than Santos had been the one to bring this forward.

tbh, if I was going to insist on doing a take on the drug diversion storyline in the first shift/season - which I still think was a bad idea this soon - I'd have made it Mel who figured it out. And who then had to work through what she was going to do about this mentor who she had such a great, supportive relationship with, but who was apparently stealing drugs and endangering patients. How would she figure it out? How would she work through it? Who would she go to about it? And what would her conversation with Langdon look like - because you know she would have had to talk to him about it, at some point.

#frank langdon #the pitt #1.10 spoilers

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bonedo-enthusiast · 4 months ago

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special delivery 𐂐◯𓇋 (lrw)

desc: drug-delivery-man!riwoo brings a package for reader.

warnings: nsfw, mdni!, drug use (weed), sub!riwoo x dom!reader, praise, reader is a tease and very flirtatious, oral (both receiving), p in v, no protection used (but pls do!), riwoo has a small but thick dick, reader uses nicknames for riwoo (ri, baby), (slight) breeding kink if you squint, afab!reader but no pnouns used, + lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 1,841

“um, e-excuse me.”

you turn around to see a small nervous-looking man underneath the strobe lights. “yes sweetie?”

his cheeks turn a shade of red. “i was told to–um–deliver this to ‘red bunny.’”

“then you’re in the right place. i’m red bunny.” you look down at the box that the man is holding. “why don’t we take this elsewhere?”

the man gulped and nodded, his eyes shifting left and right. you let out a laugh and beckoned for him to follow you. “relax, honey. it’s my club, not a mafia warehouse.”

“s-sorry, i didn’t mean–”

“shh. it’s okay.” you lead him to a back room at a far corner of the club, making your way through the sea of bodies. once you reach the door, the bodyguard there opens it for you and you enter with the man following. “say, what’s your name, cutie?”

“my name? riwoo.” he says, avoiding your eyes.

“and what brings you to a line of work like this, riwoo?” you ask, sitting down behind a desk and gesturing for him to sit in the other chair.

“just needed some extra money.”

“you can get extra money from uber.” you grin, amused. “come on. what’s the real story?”

“i… i come here on business, ma’am.” riwoo says, his voice a little shaky. “i’d prefer for it to stay that way.”

“ma’am?” you scoff. “we look about the same age. no need for formalities. as a matter of fact, you can call me y/n.”

“y-y/n?” riwoo asks, eyes wide. “why would you tell me your real name?”

you lean forward, eyeing him. “maybe i like you.”

he lets out a strained laugh. “so um… would you like to see the package?”

“oh, sure.” you rest your head on your hand.

riwoo opens the box, showing you its contents of fifty grams of flower.

“perfect. just what i ordered. you are amazing, riwoo.” you reach into your desk to pull out the appropriate amount of money, handing it to him. he slides it into his pocket and stands up. “wait.”

riwoo freezes, his eyes on you. “yes?”

you open the bag of flower and pull a roll out of your desk. “why don’t you stay for a while and smoke some of this with me?”

“oh, i don’t think–”

“come on. i don’t bite. unless you want me to.”

riwoo’s cheeks turn pink. “uh… well, okay. you are my last delivery today.”

“see? it’s a sign. you deserve to relax… i’m sure you’ve had such a long day.” you coo, gesturing for him to sit back down. “just hold on while i pack this.”

riwoo sits back down and watches you roll some flower into a blunt. you giggle at the way he stares at it. “have you never smoked before, sweetie?”

“um…” he slowly shook his head, biting his lip.

“well, you’re in good hands. i’ll teach you.” you light the blunt. “alright, you’re going to want to inhale. not too much though, or else you’ll have a coughing fit. like this.” you demonstrate, allowing the smoke to expand in your lungs before blowing it out. “see? now why don’t you try?” you pass the blunt to him, who does as you instructed. he too blows out the smoke without coughing. “wow, i’m impressed. you’re a natural.”

"oh, thank you." he gives you a shy smile and you take another hit, passing it to him. you two pass it back and forth for a while until riwoo starts giggling.

"what are you laughing about, ri?"

"i... i don't know." riwoo responds with a dopey smile.

"it sounds to me like someone's getting high." you lean back in your chair. "how does it feel?"

"like nothing i've ever experienced before. i like it."

"i'm glad. bet you feel so good, yeah?"

riwoo nods. "thank you."

"awe, no need to thank me. you deserve it, after all. being so good, delivering me my package."

"um... it might just be the weed, but... are you flirting with me?"

you let out a laugh. "i have been flirting with you this whole time, ri. have you only just now noticed?"

"oh." riwoo blushes again.

you stand up and walk around the desk, leaning against it and looking down at him. "you're just so cute. so sweet and oblivious." you card a hand through his hair.

"it's not fair that it's not affecting you yet." riwoo murmurs, noticeably leaning into your touch.

"it will soon. i have a bit of a tolerance." you finish off the blunt before crashing your lips against riwoo's.

he lets out a soft moan as you hold onto the back of his head, deepening the kiss. when you pull away to breathe, you see how wide his pupils have gotten. "w-why did you kiss me?"

"you didn't like it?" you ask, tilting your head.

"well no. i mean yes, but that's not--mmph."

you resume kissing him, effectively cutting him off. you start to feel more effects from the weed as your tongue swirls around his, the feeling a bit hazy. you pull away just long enough to catch your breath again. "riwoo, wanna eat me out?"

riwoo bites his lip and nods feverishly.

"i'm going to need to hear your clear consent."

"y-yes. i... i want to eat you out." riwoo's eyes are focused solely on you, wide with lust.

"good boy." you coo, caressing his cheek with your thumb before leaning back.

riwoo licks his lips nervously and sinks down in his chair, leaning forward so that he is face-to-face with your clothed cunt. he hikes your short dress up, his warm breath fanning against your skin causing you to shiver. riwoo places a kiss against your pussy, licking you through the fabric.

"mm, riwoo... need to take off my panties."

riwoo shakes his head. "i need you now. need you so bad..." he pushes your panties to the side, pressing his face into your already wet cunt.

"fuck!" you throw your head back, your hands finding their way into riwoo's hair, tugging on it a little.

he moans into you, his tongue darting between your folds. "taste so good."

your legs shake as he makes out with your pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. "riwoo, i won't last long if you--fuck!--if you keep this up."

your words only cause him to eat you out more intensely, sucking and nipping on your folds. you grab a handful of his air, rutting your hips into his face causing him to moan. "feel so good, ri... making me feel so good!"

as you continue fucking his face, you feel riwoo slowly pull down your panties. you gasp when you feel your bare cunt against his lips. "sh-shit, baby!"

"want you to cum in my mouth, y/n." riwoo says, his voice a bit hoarse and desperate. "need to taste you."

he grabs your hips, his tongue pushing inside your cunt more and more with every one of your thrusts. his nose bumps against your clit, the stimulation causing the knot inside you to tighten. when riwoo adds a finger inside you alongside his tongue, you feel yourself coming undone. a white-hot heat consumes you as you cum, letting out a loud moan. riwoo quickly licks up your juices, moaning with you as he tastes you.

when you pull away, you look at the dazed riwoo below you, his chin glistening with your wetness. you blink repeatedly until you feel yourself being grounded once more, your high having made the orgasm ten times better.

"that was amazing, ri." you say, bending down to kiss him.

riwoo kisses you back, a pitiful moan falling on your lips. you smile at him when you pull away. "poor baby... that must hurt, huh?" you ask, palming his erection.

riwoo lets out a shaky breath. "y-yes..."

"need some help?" you ask. "wanna be inside me, ri?

riwoo moans wantonly at your words. "god, yes, please."

you help him slide his pants and underwear down. you look at his cock, smiling at how cute it is and marveling at its thickness.

"it's small i know." riwoo murmurs.

"nothing wrong with that. it's so cute, like you." you say, riwoo blushing at your words. you sit down on his lap, straddling his thighs and lining your entrance up with his dick. "ready baby?"

riwoo nods. "yes."

you sink down onto his cock, bottoming out with riwoo letting out a deep moan. you giggle and smirk at him. "feel good, baby?"

"s-so good..." riwoo throws his head back as you ride him, gliding up and down on his cock. you let out soft moans as he stretches you out.

"c-can i um...r-rub your um..." riwoo trails off, his cheeks turning red.

"my clit?" you ask with an endearing smile. this boy is just too cute.

"um...y-yeah."

"of course, baby. i'll guide you." you halt your riding momentarily to grab riwoo's hand, placing his fingers against your clit. "right here, ri."

riwoo starts rubbing your clit, hesitantly at first, but he then starts using more pressure when he hears you moan more loudly. you resume riding him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

"f-fuck, ri!" you moan loudly. you reach up to your dress off your shoulder, rolling your nipple in between your fingers. you watch riwoo's eyes widen as he watches you, biting his lip. as though you can read his mind, you use one hand to grab the back of his head and gently push his face into your tits. riwoo immediately attaches his lips to your nipple, sucking and nipping at the bud.

"riwoo, i'm--shit!--i'm about to cum!" you moan, holding his head in place against your chest. riwoo lets out a moan in response and rubs your clit faster. you stop on his cock, your eyes rolling back as you cum around it. soon after you, riwoo pops off of your nipple with a high-pitched whine as he cums inside of you. you shiver as he cums hard, feeling him filling you up. you both pant loudly in the otherwise silent room, trying to catch your breaths.

"you're so hot." riwoo says, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your boobs.

you run your fingers through his hair. "thank you baby. you too."

after a while, he lets go of you and you shakily get out of his lap, his dick popping out of you and his cum trailing down your thigh.

"fuck..." riwoo breathes, his voice full of lust. you notice that his cock is already getting hard again.

you giggle, your movements slow as you come to kneel between his legs. "i've never fucked someone as cute as you. might have to keep you around..."

you look him in the eyes as you lick a stripe up the side of his cock, and riwoo squeezes his eyes shut. his mind being hazy, he's only able to have coherent thoughts about you as you start sucking him off.

a/n: this has literally been in my drafts for like two months iafoufuagf 😭 so glad that it's finally made it out of the dungeon!!

#boynextdoor smut #bnd smut #boynextdoor hard hours #bnd hard hours #boynextdoor hard thoughts #bnd hard thoughts #riwoo smut #riwoo hard hours #riwoo hard thoughts #riwoo x reader #―୨୧⋆ ˚ fawns bookshelf 📚#𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ enjoy your meal! 🍩#₊˚⊹♡ managers special 🍓#♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ coming right up! 🧇

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hunieday · 3 months ago

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9th Anniversary story - Chapter 4 : A serious match-up.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Reporter: Next up is the shuttle run!

Reporter: When the music starts, you’ll begin running. Every time the sound plays, you need to touch the line 20 meters ahead with your foot, then turn around and come back.

Reporter: This test serves to measure endurance. It’s easier to understand if you see it, so we’ll have a staff member demonstrate.

Staff: Here I go.

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah, I see.

Momo: You keep up with the song’s tempo and go back and forth.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Momo-san, this seems like something you’d be really good at.

Momo: Probably. You gotta run around like this all the time when playing soccer.

Momo: But hey, Gaku seems like he’d be great at this too, no? You’ve got stamina and willpower.

Yaotome Gaku: I’ll do my best to not lose to you, Momo-san.

Tenn Kujo: Nanase-san, are you really doing the shuttle run?

Nanase Riku: Yeah.

Tenn Kujo: The shuttle run is…

Izumi Iori: No need to worry. If anything happens, I’ll stop him.

Izumi Iori: Nanase-san, don’t push yourself too hard. Take it easy.

Nanase Riku: I know, I know. I’ll be fine!

Nikaido Yamato: You just got over your cold, Riku. No wonder Kujo and Ichi are worried about you.

Nanase Riku: Yamato-san? I didn’t have a cold or anyth- … achoo!

Izumi Iori: Sure you didn’t.

Izumi Iori: Nanase-san needs to take it easy, so I’m expecting you to step up, Nikaido-san.

Nikaido Yamato: Me?

Izumi Iori: You’re not losing to anyone when it comes to stamina and endurance.

Nikaido Yamato: You think so? I’m probably gonna lose, you know.

Izumi Iori: Someone without endurance and stamina wouldn’t be plotting reve- mmmmph!

Nikaido Yamato: Good boys should always stay quiet. Well then…

Nikaido Yamato: Guess I gotta get a little serious.

Nanase Riku: Yamato-san, you’re so cool!

Tenn Kujo: Our Gaku won’t lose.

Yuki: Neither will my Momo.

Reporter: Alright, everyone! Get ready!

Momo: Huff… Huff…!

Momo: …I give up…!

Reporter: And we’re done!

Reporter: The shuttle run winner is the person who ran the most, so let’s announce the first place first!

Reporter: Momo-san is our longest runner! 128 rounds!

Yuki: That’s so impressive! Well done! I only managed 30.

Mido Torao: Didn’t you quit way too early…

Izumi Mitsuki: Haa… That was exhausting…! How many did you get, Mido?

Mido Torao: 93. You?

Izumi Mitsuki: 97.

Mido Torao: Wow, nice! You’ve got guts.

Izumi Mitsuki: You could’ve gone further, Mido!

Reporter: Second place! Yaotome Gaku-san! 118 rounds!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You did it! Congrats, Gaku!

Yaotome Gaku: Haa… Thanks! I started off a bit too fast, but I managed to push through till the end.

Tenn Kujo: Gaku’s always been surprisingly determined for a rich kid.

Nikaido Yamato: Ugh, shit! I thought I could beat Yaotome…

Reporter: Third place! Nikaido Yamato-san! 112 rounds!

Nanase Riku: Yamato-san, you got third place!

Rokuya Nagi: Wow! That’s a great achievement! Good job, Yamato!

Nanase Riku: You promised you’d step up!

Rokuya Nagi: OH… Fufufu. You look like a hero.

Nikaido Yamato: Stop jesting. I didn’t even do that great.

Nanase Riku: You did amazing, you looked so cool!

Nikaido Yamato: Haha… Well, as long as you’re happy, Riku.

Tenn Kujo: I thank you for your efforts as well. For no reason, of course.

Nikaido Yamato: Yeah, I know.

Reporter: Momo-san, what’s the secret to winning the shuttle run?

Momo: My partner dropped out early, so I had to make sure Re:vale left a mark, I gave it my all!

Yuki: Get a rooooom!

Momo: Kyaaaa~! Re:vale are soooo in love! (1)

Osaka Sougo: …They’re fangirling over themselves…

Yotsuba Tamaki: We should learn to hype ourselves up too.

Osaka Sougo: You mean yelling “kyaaa” over ourselves? I wonder if we can manage it without it being awkward…

Yotsuba Tamaki: Give it a shot.

Osaka Sougo: Hello, I’m Osaka Sougo.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sou-chan, you’re so cool!

Osaka Sougo: Woohoo!

Osaka Sougo: How was that?

Yotsuba Tamaki: You bombed it.

Osaka Sougo: I told you…We’re amateurs..

Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah.

Osaka Sougo: That was embarrassing…

Yotsuba Tamaki: Don’t sweat it. Congrats, Momorin!

Momo: Thanks!

Reporter: Now, let’s move on to the 50-meter dash.

Reporter: The 50-meter dash serves to test your speed.

Reporter: You will run in a straight lane for 50 meters, starting in a crouched position.

Reporter: After the cues of “on your mark” and “get set”, the whistle will blow, and you’ll run straight to the finish line. Your time will be recorded the moment your torso crosses the finish line.

Nikaido Yamato: This one’s just about raw speed. I have a feeling I know who’s gonna be the fastest.

Inumaru Touma: This one’s gotta go to Tsunashi-san. He’s tall, has long legs, and just looks fast in general.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: If you say that, then Torao-kun must be fast too.

Mido Torao: I wonder… I might do okay in a 25-meter dash, but I’m not sure about 50.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I get that. You have to pace yourself, right?

Mido Torao: Exactly. There’s gotta be a strategy. Maybe instead of going all out from the start, you gradually increase your speed?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That actually makes sense! I’ll try that.

Mido Torao: Uh… I was just rambling. I’d hate to be wrong.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Don’t worry about it!

Natsume Minami: Inumaru-san, you’re quite the runner aren’t you? You must be confident.

Inumaru Touma: I’m not sure?! I’m on the faster side, but everyone here seems pretty fast too.

Isumi Haruka: Touma’s fast! Ah… but Izumi’s really fast too.

Izumi Iori: Well… I’m decent.

Rokuya Nagi: Mitsuki too. The Izumi brothers are quite the fleet-footed runners.

Izumi Mitsuki: I’m gonna go all out!

Yotsuba Tamaki: I won’t lose!

Momo: Same here! Running is a straightforward, simple competition!

Yuki: Is it though?

Nikaido Yamato: If you say so.

Yaotome Gaku: I’m in. I’m finally beating you today, Ryuu.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I won’t lose!

Reporter: Alright, let’s begin! On your marks!

Izumi Iori: …

Izumi Mitsuki: …

Reporter: Get set… Start!

(Flashback)

Young Izumi Iori: …Huff… huff��the goal…!

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: Ohhh… Iori, you’re really fast.

Young Izumi Iori: I wore the sneakers you gave me, grandpa, so I feel faster than usual.

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: I see, I see. That’s good to hear.

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: Oh my. Isn’t that Mitsuki over there with his friends?

Mitsuki’s Friend: Mitsuki, you’re pretty fast! I heard your little brother is fast too.

Young Izumi Mitsuki: Yeah.

Mitsuki’s Friend: Who’s faster?

Young Izumi Mitsuki: That would be me. I’m the big brother after all.

Mitsuki’s Friend: But I heard your little brother managed to do backflips before you, right?

Young Izumi Mitsuki: That is true…

Young Izumi Iori: …

Young Izumi Mitsuki: Though I have won against Iori in the past.

Mitsuki’s Friend: Yeah, in the past. What about now?

Young Izumi Mitsuki: Not sure… but I think I can still win. I’m his big brother, after all.

Mitsuki’s Friend: Really? What if you lose?

Young Izumi Mitsuki: I won’t.

Young Izumi Iori: …

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: What’s wrong, Iori?

Young Izumi Iori: Um… I wanna go home now.

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: I see. Let’s head back home then.

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: I wonder what Mitsuki and his friends are talking about? My hearing isn’t as sharp these days… Maybe I shouldn’t interrupt them.

Young Izumi Iori: Yes…

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: Alright.

Young Izumi Iori: …I know you bought them for me, but I think I’ll store these shoes in their box for a while.

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: Why? I thought you liked them?

Young Izumi Iori: I do, it’s just… I don’t want them to get dirty. I’ll keep them safe.

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: Ahaha, you don’t have to worry about that. Look at Mitsuki.

Izumi Brothers’ Grandfather: He’s playing with his friends until the shoes I got for you two are covered in mud. That’s how it should be.

Young Izumi Iori: …

Young Izumi Iori: (No, it’s not okay… Nii-san has lots of friends, but…)

Young Izumi Iori: (Nii-san is the only friend I have.)

Reporter: We’ve reached the end…!

Izumi Iori: Huff… haa…!

Reporter: 3rd place! Izumi Iori-san! 6.51 seconds!

Izumi Iori: …Hah…

Reporter: 2nd place! Yotsuba Tamaki-san! 6.41 seconds!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Ughhh…! Damn…!

Reporter: 1st place! Izumi Mitsuki! 6.39 seconds!

Izumi Mitsuki: Hah… hah…! Hell yeah!!

Momo: Ahhh! I’m so frustrated…! I messed up my start!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Hah… hah…! Ahh! That was close…!

Mido Torao: …Damn! I’m sorry! I’m serious! All because I was rambling…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: No, no! Mitsuki and the others were just really fast! You too, Touma-kun!

Inumaru Touma: …No way! That's not my limit! I wanna run again!

Rokuya Nagi: Mitsuki, congratulations!

Izumi Mitsuki: Thanks! But hey, did you really go all out? Aren’t you actually faster?

Rokuya Nagi: No, no, no. I’ve only mastered self-defense.

Rokuya Nagi: However, I am not good at sports.

Nikaido Yamato: Is that so? Nagi, if you don’t work out properly you’ll get mounted by some thugs again.

Rokuya Nagi: OH… I certainly don’t want to be mounted, I am a very proud person.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Self-defense… If you’re good at that, maybe you’ll be good at the next event?

Rokuya Nagi: WHAT…? OH! The vaulting box!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Have you done it before?

Rokuya Nagi: Yes. I am good at it.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Me too!

Mido Torao: I think I can do that one too…

Isumi Haruka: You got this, Torao!

Reporter: Now, before we move on to the next test, what was your secret, Mitsuki-san?

Izumi Mitsuki: I’ve had a great rival close to me since childhood! Right, Iori?

Izumi Iori: Yes, that’s right.

Izumi Mitsuki: …

Izumi Iori: Congratulations, Nii-san.

Izumi Mitsuki: Thanks, Iori.

To be continued…

The joke here is that Re:vale are reacting to their own selves as if they’re their fangirls.

#idolish7 #i7 #ainana #idolish7 translation #9th anniversary story #stop not start knot

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smaller-comfort · 9 days ago

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*crawls out from under five months of non-writing bullshit* Man, you guys, 2025 sure is a point in time that we are all living through, huh.

Title: Étoile

B'st/Resh'an, Rated E Part 1 of the Etudes series, set within the parting is all we know of heaven universe. B'st knocks on the door; Resh'an answers. Their first encounter after A Light Exists in Spring.

This story is locked to registered users on AO3, but all of my previous works will remain unlocked for the time being.

Rejected summary: In which B'st does his best impression of a pair of bone conduction headphones, and Resh'an tries (and fails) to pretend he's not constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Also they have sex but quite frankly that's the least of their problems here.

You should probably read the first 2 parting stories before this one, but I'm not the boss of you, do as you like. (But you should read them anyway, I'm fond of them.)

Notes under the cut; those of you who have been here for a while know how I get. And now that I'm writing things on a keyboard, and not my phone? Oh, it's all over for all of you. I'm gonna be so fuckin' verbose.

Wow, hey, this many bullet points with this much text actually looks terrible on a full sized screen. Awful!

-Étoile is French for 'star', and I also frequently get it and 'etude' mixed up. So now that I have an Etudes story called Étoile, this will surely keep me from constantly making that mistake in the future. Surely.

-Supposed to be a drabble! that's why this series is called Etudes! little studies and vignettes! augh!

-Also why does this pairing keep giving me verb tense issues. ALEiS did this, too.

-I started writing this story before I found out about bone conduction headphones, but now I have a pair, and they're neat.

-I think this story might legit be over a year old at this point. whoogh.

-There are a bunch of little back-and-forth moments between this and Glass Harp, which I think I have decided I enjoy. I'm putting the actual series on AO3 in chronological order, but I might change my mind about that and leave them in posting order instead. GH takes place about a decade after this one.

-And you can tell how much better Resh'an is at being a functioning human being in Glass Harp! It takes him that long to get a fucking grip. If he seemed more put together in ALEiS, it's because 1) B'st was distracted; 2) Resh'an was distracted, and thus didn't have an opportunity to overthink himself into a state of terrified paralysis; and 3) even when Resh'an is distracted, he's very good at being outwardly still while inwardly screaming.

-I'm trying to be deliberate about point of view- I'm not sure how effective it really is, but it's very fun for me to consider how important perception is in a story. What the character sees, what the reader sees, and what is actually happening in the scene can be three completely different things, and I think that's really fucking cool. Love it when characters lie to each other and themselves and the reader, even in little ways.

-This would have been a very different story from B'st's POV. That's probably obvious, but I think it's important.

-I keep repeating this, but I also think it's important: this is a different universe from Outshine the Sun. Resh'an and Aephorul's backstory and relationship are very different here.

-I really wasn't expecting 'awkward conversations about sex and consent' to like...become the Thing I Write, but. Well. Here we are! (I'm not that fussed about this, tbh, I'm writing what I like and y'all can deal with it. It will happen again.)

-Most of the sex they end up having in this series is not going to be sweet vanilla missionary style under the stars, I swear. They just had to do it once to check it off the list, and because Resh'an has to work through some of his shit first before he can get up the nerve to ask B'st to turn him inside out.

-I'm not sure if it's actually apparent from the way I'm writing him, and ultimately it probably doesn't even matter! But I do headcanon B'st as aroace in this series. He's just also extremely horny. Many such cases.

-I am aware that I'm kind of feeding into stereotypes by declaring that I think the de-sexed isolated alien character is ace-spec. I have complicated feelings about this! Maybe I'll talk about them at some point.

-I restructured the whole middle part of the story because I was determined to keep the "mere approximation" line of B'st's. I'm mostly glad I did; god knows the story wasn't any closer to getting finished otherwise.

#sea of stars #nattering #my fic #musical theorems #literacy was a mistake #doesn't have to be perfect just has to be done let's fuckin go

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watchthisqqq · 4 months ago

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Thame Po ep 6.

Wow I'm impressed by the recent ThamePo episode. They are making good choices. I'm going to reference back to my previous post about how awkward it was for Thame to figure things out in that way because of course Po was confused. I'm in sync with this show.

The "break up" up scene with Po crying is so good. I was also thinking this is confession on top of a break up because this basically a confirmation there is something going on that needs to stop. I like Po pushing Thame by asking do we need to keep a distance? because you never actually said you liked me. I love that it's obvious despite neither of them having said the words.

Them walking back and forth. It could never be me but yes they would. Its their kind of ridiculousness. I liked it. This is hubris they are going to get caught in no time.

The preview: The entire point of Jun's character is to make Po deal with his past trauma I feel like. Also is he actually a villain? Double plot twist he is actually just a dick? Still like him for bringing the angst but we will see after next episode.

#thamepo #still ship Jun/Po/Thame #unless Jun is a jerk #maybe even then still #thamepo the series

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kissorkill16 · 7 months ago

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First Club Meeting: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: The first Inventor's Club meeting after years.

Aaron and Nicky walked down the empty hallway of the school. Aaron had his hands in his pockets, and Nicky was fidgeting so much out of nervousness.

"Nicky, if you keep that up, your limbs are gonna fall off.", said Aaron, "It's just a club meeting."

"Maybe it would be if you were the one attending it.", said Nicky, "But I've never been to an after school club before, and these are people who I hardly even know. I want to make a good impression."

"You could just start with hello and go from there.", Aaron suggested, trying to be helpful. "And plus, you don't have to make a good impression with all of these people. Some of these guys are actually really chill, and they're weird themselves."

Nicky rubbed his arm, smiling nervously at his friend. "I guess that makes me feel a little better.", he said.

Then he accidentally bumped into someone, and he looked up to see that it was the principal.

Valeria Abanate.

"Eyes up.", she said, "Eyes up, darling. You'll never know where you're going if you keep your eyes down."

She dusted herself off and Nicky rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry, miss.", he said. "Me and my friend were looking for the Inventor's Club."

She stopped dusting herself off and looked at him and Aaron. It was silent for a moment, then she raised her eyebrows. Both boys were super confused.

She pointed behind them, "Mr. Murtaugh's Science Room.", she said. "And don't let that Ivan kid turn you into a guinea pig."

Aaron let out a dry laugh at that, and he took Nicky's hand and led him to the science room. Meanwhile, Nicky was trying not to have a stroke. "What did she mean by that?", he asked.

"No idea.", replied Aaron, "The point is we're here."

As they entered the room, everything seemed normal. The walls were covered with nerdy posters, blueprints for different machines, and for some reason, there was a watermelon with a face drawn on it.

"Wow.", said Nicky, "This looks kind of like how I imagined."

Then Aaron pulled Nicky out of the way when a tin can lid came flying at them, and the lid hit the chalkboard behind them, embedding itself in the board.

"Damn!", said Aaron, looking back and forth at the lid and the watermelon. "I would've signed up if I knew we were gonna practice executing people."

"Ivan!", called out a voice from the back, "Be careful with that thing! You never know what or who it might accidentally hit!"

"Sorry!"

A little girl with brown hair and a red dress came to the front of the room, and when she saw Nicky, she smiled and shook his hand. "Nicky, you're here!", she excitedly said.

"You guys know each other already?", asked Aaron. "Yeah, we met while he was signing up. You told me and Mya about him once, right Aaron?"

Aaron thought for a moment, then he nodded in realization. "Oh yeah, I remember."

Two girls were sitting on one of the desks in the front of the room, and one of them came up to Nicky and shook his hand. This girl had ginger hair and blue overalls.

"Hi, I'm Mya. Aaron's little sister.", she said. "Welcome to the Inventor's Club!"

"The only club that allows you to truly be a weirdo.", said the girl who still sat at the table. Nicky recognized her immediately.

Maritza Esposito.

As a matter of fact, he already recognized some of the people in this room. Besides Lucy, there was Enzo, Maritza, and Ivan. They met once in the field at lunchtime, and another time at the end of school.

...Where they'd warned him to be careful around Aaron.

But Nicky wasn't trying to think about that right now. Right now, he wanted to get to know his club.

"It's nice to meet you all.", he said, "Most of you guys, I'm seeing again. But still, it's nice to meet you guys."

Enzo giggled a little bit, "It's nice to meet you too, Nicky. We're always happy to welcome new members who love building just as much as the next guy."

"And we're always happy to bring in more weirdos."

Enzo rolled his eyes at his sister's comment.

Nicky pointed to the thing that just shot a lid at him, "What's that?", he asked. Ivan jumped up and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm delighted that you asked!", he said, "This is my can lid launcher. It takes off any lid off of an old tin can at lightning speed, with the perfect type of sharp object!", he nervously giggled and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm still working on how to aim the lids at a safe place so no one accidentally gets sliced open."

"And how's that working out for you?", Maritza sarcastically asked.

"I'm working on it, Maritza! These sorts of problems don't get solved overnight!"

As they bickered, Aaron stepped forward and tapped the machine. "Do you think I could borrow this for a little...experiment I wanted to work on for a while now?", he asked Ivan.

"Aaron, we're not using Ivan's machine for weapons to use on Finch.", said Mya. Aaron was about to speak up, but Mya stopped him. "Or Seth Jenkins, or Ruben Smith, or Mr. Murtaugh, or Principal Abanate, or anyone else in the school or the town."

As they bickered along with Maritza and Ivan, Enzo tried to break up the fight. Meanwhile, Nicky just leaned back against the desk in the back of the room.

Lucy walked over to him. "How're you liking your first club meeting?"

Nicky shrugged, "It's actually going better than I thought.", he said, laughing a little. "Aaron was right, some of these people are just as weird as me."

The little girl giggled behind her hand.

Nicky didn't know why, but that laugh made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Maybe it was because she was a little girl, and little kids when they laugh are too much cuteness to handle.

Then he noticed something behind him.

An old article with some old abandoned building in the picture. He picked it up and read the headline.

YOUNG STUDENT OF RAVEN BROOKS HIGH SCHOOL FOUND DEAD IN WEATHER STATION

Nicky's eyes widened. "Holy crap."

Lucy looked down at her shoes, "Yeah.", she said. "That person may have been part of the Inventor's Club, or maybe one of their siblings from a long time ago. Because of that death, the club got shut down."

Then she perked up and wrapped an arm around Nicky's shoulder, "But it's alright now. Because I'm bringing it back, and this time, nothing is going to tear us apart!"

Nicky smiled at her, and he looked at the rest of the people in the club, and his smile grew wider.

Something told him that he was going to have so much fun with these guys.

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #aaron peterson #mya peterson #lucy yi #nicky roth #enzo esposito #maritza esposito #ivan #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #principal abanante

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9 days til' Christmas

going on a date with singleparent!miguel o'hara ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Olive Garden. That's where your date with Miguel was. If nothing else screamed lame-ass parents to the people around you, the two children sitting behind you would. Gabi and Mari were sitting in the booth right behind you and Miguel's and you occasionally peeked your head over to see if they were alright.

Miguel wanted to take you out somewhere a little fancier but the two of you couldn't find anyone to watch your daughters so you had to bring them along. The girls agreed on giving you your alone time as long you took them to Olive Garden.

So here you were. Two adults on a romantic date at an Olive Garden. Miguel did a good job making you feel like you weren't on the lamest date you had ever been on. With your classic 'mom cars' parked outside.

It was funny how this was probably the most pathetic date to anyone watching from the outside, but for you, it was the most fun you had ever had since the divorce. You and Miguel went back and forth telling the craziest stories about your daughters, high school days, parenting, and much more.

Suddenly the smell of pasta was everywhere and the dim lighting was romantic. The sticky floors from spilled juice and little kids running around faded into the background along with the tacky tiled floors and your daughter being tablet kids playing Roblox together.

"What's your biggest fear?" Miguel asked randomly as he finished his pasta.

"Wow that's a tough question," you started as you took a sip of your wine.

"Here, I'll go first. I'm afraid of losing someone I love and feeling the way I felt about my wife, it was the worst feeling, ever," he confessed.

You inched your hand towards his grazing your finger against his hand. When he didn't flinch at your touch you placed your hand over his. You squeezed his hand and kept your hand on his as you searched for his eyes.

"My biggest fear is losing Mari in Target," you started earning a laugh from him.

"and not being a good enough role model for my daughter," you continued.

"If that's your fear you have nothing to worry about. You're incredible," he reassured.

"Oh you flatter me," you said playfully rolling your eyes at him playfully.

The two of you continued to talk about the thing one usually thinks about in the shower. The kinds of things you tell to the moon. Losing track of time talking the two of you didn't realize that the girls had gotten unusually quiet. You both peeked over into their booth to see them both sound asleep leaning on each other.

Miguel very impressively carried the two of them to your cars. "Hey, this was nice. Thank you," you said.

"Of course, just kind of wish we weren't in an Olive Garden parking lot," he quipped, causing a giggle to arise from your throat.

Before your mind could register what was happening, Miguel took you by the waist and pulled you in. "May I please kiss you?" he asked. So respectful, you thought to yourself as you began to smile from ear to ear shyly.

"Yes, you may," you answered as you got on your tippy toes and pressed your lips.

The kiss was much more different than the one at the hockey rink. This one tasted like Olive Garden mint chocolate and the garlic bread you shared. It felt less like kissing. You were tasting each other, he could taste the pasta sauce and untold secrets on your tongue. You could feel the attraction from the way that his tongue was exploring your mouth.

The two of you finally managed to pull away from each other miraculously after hearing Gabi tapping on the window of the car she was in and making kissing faces. The two of you laughed at her teasing and said your goodbyes.

. . .

The next few months went by in a flash. It included lots of more dates with Miguel, Gabi, and Mari growing a lot closer, and you taking Miguel's advice and trying to make amends with your ex-husband. It wasn't exactly going well but you tried your hardest not to fight with him for Mari and your peace.

It didn't exactly go as planned but with some (ex)couple's therapy and some visits to a rage room. The two of you found a working way to be frustrated with each other but not be so explosive about it.

Things were looking up for Mari and with your relationship with Miguel. Minutes together turned to hours, then into days, then weeks, and months. As soon as you knew it it had been about two years since you and Miguel started seeing each other romantically.

You were spending another Christmas with Miguel and Gabi. It was Christmas Eve and the two of you had one more thing to get for the girls. They randomly asked(begged) for a botanical Lego set. You and Miguel drove to the only toy shop in the city that would have it.

Once you arrived you could smell the familiar smell of playdough and baby oil. The store was surprisingly empty. No one else seemed to be there except for you, Miguel, and their cashier. The last time you had been here you were fighting with Miguel over the last Lego set.

You let out a small chuckle at the memory. "What's so funny?" Miguel asked as the two of you walked hand in hand to the Lego section of the shop.

"Nothing I'm just thinking of the last time I was here when you stole that toy from me," you quipped, giving his side a nudge.

"I don't regret it. Now I'm dating the beautiful woman I stole that toy from," he chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze.

The two of you purchased the set and got back in the car. You spent the car ride home singing along to the holiday songs playing on the radio. When the two of you arrived at your place you found candles lit in almost every corner. "Miguel? What's the meaning of this?" you asked.

"Just, keep walking," he said as he guided you to your living room. There sat Gabi and Mari who were supposed to be at Raphael's place. The two of them ran up to you and hugged you. "Surprise mama," Mari whispered with little tears in her eyes as she fixed her eyes on something behind you.

You turned around and kneeled before Miguel with a little box opened up displaying the most beautiful gold engagement ring with microwave side stones and a diamond in the middle. Not too big but not very small.

"Cariño, if you'd let me, I'd love to be yours forever, I want to be the man you call 'my husband', will you marry me?" he asked, looking into your eyes tears forming after seeing you and your daughter's tear-filled eyes.

"Yes, of course, yes," you sighed as you hugged him and helped him to his feet after he slid the ring on your finger. It was perfect. Everything about the moment was perfect. Rafel had even helped organize and decorate everything.

You had all come a long way since two years ago and for the first time, you could proudly say that you were thankful for getting into an argument with another parent over a Lego set.

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floating-mid-air · 1 year ago

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The Princess of all Saiyans

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Welcome back everyone. And welcome to anyone new. I'm back… yet again. New year… I won't say it again. I jinxed myself last year. As always, DM's/Comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. I'd also like to thank everyone for the constant support. It means a lot.

Chapter 16

Gohan rushes over to your side with Krillin in tow. "Wow, Y/N. You really held your own against Frieza. I'm impressed." Krillin praises you.

"Ya, it was so cool!" Gohan exclaims. "I had no idea you were that strong."

"And talk about that transformation." Krillin continues to fawn over your brief display of abilities. "It was unreal."

"I lost." You scowl at the pair in disgust. You swear there's something psychologically wrong with them. This isn't the first time you've seen them praise failure. It's one of their many odd behaviors that you've managed to observe.

Kakarot and Frieza stand mere inches apart, sizing each other up. You never thought this day would come. You've been reduced to nothing more than one of Kakarot's accessories. You feel ill. Piccolo turns to the others, a hint of concern in his voice. "All four of us need to get out of here and go somewhere safe. Quickly."

Gohan and Krillin nod at the Namekian. "Get him, dad! Make him pay for what he did!" It's kinda cute how much the boy admires his father. In a way, it reminds you of the way Vegeta was with your own. Obviously, your brother was far less endearing.

Now, you all stand much farther away. Well, the other three stand. You don't have the energy. Damn, going Super Saiyan is a real energy drainer. "I'm quite surprised." Frieza chuckles with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"And why's that?" Goku asks.

"I've never seen Y/N so fond of someone before." Frieza's gaze jumps from you to Kakarot. "Lord knows Jeice tried."

"That weird little red guy?" Goku looks back, his eyes locking on you. You meet his gaze, glaring daggers at him. "I don't think she likes me that much." He chuckles, turning back to Frieza.

"I differ. Not even her precious Raditz would've gotten away with a stunt like that. I'm surprised she even allowed you to hold her."

"What are they talking about?" Gohan turns to Krillin, who just shrugs. Piccolo, however, has a faint smirk dancing on his lips. You've heard that Namkeians have a heightened sense of hearing. So whatever Frieza and that buffoon are discussing, it must be amusing enough to put a momentary pause on the Namkeian's brooding.

The epic battle between Goku and Frieza begins. They trade blows back and forth, creating rubble across the terrain as they go. You want nothing more than to watch Kakarot wipe the floor with that monster, but you're struggling. You can barely keep your eyes open. So much has happened today. You're both physically and mentally drained. "Y/N?" Gohan turns to you. "Are you alright?"

"Never better." You faintly grin at him.

"Maybe we should get her back to the ship." Krillin looks at Gohan skeptically.

"Touch me, and you won't have to worry about Frieza. I'll end you myself." Krillin gulps, diverting his gaze back onto the battlefield. Even injured, the human is still terrified of you. It's comforting.

Frieza manages to get the upper hand on Goku, knocking the Saiyan into the water. Far too much time for comfort passes. Something's off. You try to focus on his energy, yet you come up flat. You must be weaker than you thought. Maybe Kakarot came up somewhere else? Adrenaline kicks in. You hop up onto your feet without a second thought. "You shouldn't be standing!" The brat scolds you, rushing to your side. "You're too weak."

"This isn't right," Krillin mutters. "Goku should've come up for air by now."

"He's fine. I've been tracking his energy." Gohan assures him as he supports your weight, desperately trying to get you to sit back down. "You heard that right, Y/N. My dad is fine. You don't need to worry about him, alright."

"I'm not worried about Kakarot." You scoff. "If your idiot father insists on getting himself killed, so be it."

"You don't have to say it. I know you care. If you didn't, you would've left already." You grimace, your eyes locking back onto the water. If Kakarot's still under there, he must have a plan. But then again, it's Kakarot. From what you've been able to understand, his plans don't ever seem to have much consistency.

What the hell? The large body of water begins to illuminate. You're not very familiar with Namek's aquatic life, but you're pretty sure none of the creatures here glow. Three balls of energy shoot out of the water. Collectively striking Frieza and knocking him down. Wow. Kakarot may be smarter than you give him credit for. Though you'd never say that to his face.

However, Frieza isn't down for long, quickly jumping back onto his feet. With ease Frieza, lifts a boulder the size of a small island. He tosses the rock into the air, shooting it straight at Goku. The Saiyan manages to catch it. But struggles with the sheer mass of the bolder. He's pushed into another mountain, trapping him between the terrain.

Not even a second passes before Goku shoots a beam, the rock fracturing around him. Allowing the man to easily escape. "You fell for it!" Frieza laughs manically.

Frieza's trapped Kakarot in some sort of bubble. You didn't know the freak had an ability like that. He kicks Goku back and forth as if he was a ball. You'd probably find this situation amusing if this was anyone other than Frieza. The pair continue to go back and forth, causing the whole planet to shake.

The winds pick up, causing their audience to be blown back. You and Piccolo managed to maintain your center of gravity, but the other two went flying. Krillin grabs onto a tree, and Piccolo grabs Gohan by the fabric of his attire. "They're causing an earthquake?" Krillin shouts, clinging onto the tree for dear life.

"But we're not on Earth... so is it still called an earthquake? Maybe it's called a namekquake?" Gohan chuckles.

"I don't think the technicalities really matter right now, Gohan!" Krllin tightens his grip. "Especially if we all die!" The planet stills, causing Krillin to land flat on his face. You laugh at his incompetence. How the hell has he even survived this long? It must be because of the Dragon Balls.

"That's not even the half of it. Frieza could destroy this planet in one blast if he wanted to. He certainly has the power." Piccolo says, his stoic expression not wavering.

"So he's just toying with us?" Krillin glances at Frieza through his peripheral vision. "That bastard."

"He's having fun with Kakarot." You scoff. "We're just a bonus."

Gohan frowns, furrowing his brows. "I-Is my dad gonna be okay?"

"Frieza's not the only one holding back." Piccolo's gaze moves onto Goku. "Look for yourselves."

"Dad!" The boy chuckles. The Namekian may be correct, but you've heard the rumors about Frieza. And if there's any validity to them, this isn't even a speck of Frieza's true power.

Your eyes wander around the rubble of Namek, and you see something... well, someone. For a split second, you thought it was Vegeta. But their build is shorter and far too slim. The name pops into your mind sooner than you'd care to admit. Tarble? You feel as if you're falling further and further into a bottomless abyss.

Your brother is dead... both of them are. Tarble's been dead for years. There's no way he survived in space all on his own. And if the slim chance he did, this would be the last place he'd be. He would never actively look for a fight or put himself in danger. He was always far too timid, far too afraid. Back on your home planet, people would refer to him as your shadow. Wherever you were, Tarble was just two steps behind. Just like... your shadow. You try not to think about him much. But once in a blue moon, thoughts of him slip into your mind. You can't help it.

"Y/N?" Gohan looks at you, concern shining in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Krillin's expression mirrors Gohan's.

"Ya, it's nothing." You shake your head, squinting your eyes. "I just

thought I saw something."

"What did you see?" Gohan turns his head in the direction you were fixated on, only to find nothing.

"I'm just delirious. My eyes are playing tricks on me." You close your eyes, massaging your temples. And just like that, the image is gone. You're losing what's left of your mind.

"Are you sure?" Krillin asks. You nod, not wanting to spend another second on this topic. You direct your attention back onto the battle.

As the battle continues, you hear a motor of some kind. It's heading straight for you. Your head darts towards the source. It's the Earth woman on some sort of pink vehicle. Has she lost her damn mind? She jumps onto the ground, landing in a v-shaped pose. "A perfect ten!" Her voice is more gravelly than you remember. Wait a second. You'd recognize that dorky pose anywhere... It's Ginyu.

"Bulma!" Krillin yelps. "What are you doing here? Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is?" 'Bulma' has his back turned to him, seemingly not listening to a thing he says. You doubt Ginyu even knows her name. "Bulma? Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh? Who's that?" You were right. That fool took her body without even learning her name. Oh, this is great. You begin to laugh hysterically, wiping tears from your eyes. After the day you've had, you really needed this.

"Y/N? What's so funny?" Gohan asks.

"This is the best thing to ever happen on this damn planet. It's so amusing that it hurts." You grab your stomach, wincing in pain from laughing so hard.

"Bulma, you can't be here!" Krillin scolds the false Bulma. "Goku and Frieza are having it out. You need to find somewhere to hide."

"Really?" 'Bulma' jumps up in excitement, moving closer to the direction of the battle.

"Hold on!" Krillin shouts. "Don't just waltz over there. It's too dangerous."

"Lord Frieza in his ultimate form." Ginyu looks on in awe, fangirling over his boss. "Wow. It's magnificent! Frieza's body is reacting to the Saiyan's power!"

Gohan and Krillin share a look. "Bulma?"

A frog leaps in front of Gohan, jumping into his arms. The animal attempts to communicate with him. Making several croaking sounds and lots of gestures. Wait. If Ginyu is in Bulma's body, then Bulma must be... she's the damn frog! Oh, if only Raditz could see this. He'd get a kick out of it. You can practically hear his brash laughter ringing in your ears.

Gohan's eyes widen. "I get it now. You're that Ginyu guy. It's beyond dangerous out here, little buddy. If I were you, I'd find a nice sturdy rock to climb under."

"This is bad," As you watch the battle, Piccolo speaks for the first time in a while. "The gap between their strength is widening."

"It... It can't be." Krillin and Gohan share an uneasy look as Bulma laughs maniacally.

"Bulma?" Krillin questions again, this time more concerned than ever.

"His Lordship Frieza does not disappoint. Victory is his."

"Enough of this. Who are you?" Piccolo questions. Looks like one of the members of Team Kakarot has finally caught on.

"Cap--" Ginyu's hands fling over his mouth, stopping him from finishing his sentence. He struggles to pose in the unfamiliar feminine frame. But quickly, he maneuvers into a fighting stance. His attention concentrated on the Namekian.

"Look out, Piccolo!" Krillin shouts. Unfortunately for Piccolo, the warning comes just a second too late.

"Change now!"

"Head's up!" Gohan shouts, tossing the frog-morphed human straight into the line of fire.

Once the blinding light disperses, everyone's eyes lock on Bulma. Who's standing there frozen in shock. Which means Ginyu must be... You look down to the floor and catch the frog scampering away. You shake your head and snicker. What a coward.

"That was a close one, huh?" Gohan chuckles.

"Ya... If I only knew what happened." The Namekian scratches his head. He seems a bit dazed.

"I'm back! Inner and outer beauty are in perfect harmony once again!" The woman jumps around in pure joy. You'd think being a slimy frog, even just for a few minutes, would've taught her a lesson about vanity. Looks like she hasn't learned a damn thing.

"We're all overjoyed for you. But look, you need to get out of here and find someplace to hide. This is the absolute last place you want---" A harsh gust of wind interrupts Krillin, blasting Bulma back.

Gohan gasps. "Bulma!"

"Save me!" The woman shouts as she's flung up into the air out of view."

You watch in horror as Frieza splits the ground in two, carving a massive trench in the landscape. It extends as far as your eyes can see, even through the waters. You always knew Frieza was the most powerful being you've ever encountered. Yet, this is the first time you've ever contemplated the level of strength he truly possesses. Because viewing him as the strongest being you've ever met is no longer sufficient enough.

"Did that really just happen? This is starting to seem like a one-sided fight." Krillin comments.

"Of course it does. Frieza is stronger than any of us could've even prepared for. The look on Y/N's face should tell you all you need to know. I don't think even she anticipated this." The other two turn to you as Piccolo speaks. The look of dismay clear across your features. "There's nothing else we can do now. He's just too powerful." You never thought you'd see it. It's as if the Namekian has given up entirely. He seems different than he was on Earth. You can't exactly put your finger on it, but something has changed.

The battle, more appropriately labeled as Kakarot's beating, continues. Frieza smacks him around like he's nothing. You watch as Frieza holds Kakarot underwater with only a single limb. That's not good. If Kakarot is so weak that that's all it takes to drown him, you're all in trouble.

For every second that tics on, you have less and less hope. Your mind filling with possible contingency plans for after Kakarot's demise. But not a single one is up to par. And just when you thought Kakarot was down for the count, he comes shooting up from the water. His voice booming louder than ever.

Gohan and Krillin cheer, shouting words of encouragement as they watch in awe. "For Gohan, everyone on Earth, and the future of Namek. I'm not about to give up!" Goku shouts as red energy engulfs his body.

You gasp as he goes right back at Frieza like the last few minutes never happened. If you ignore the whole selfless hero thing, you'd say you're impressed with his resilience. Goku uses the Kaio-Ken technique on Frieza. Frankly, you were impressed with its sheer power. Once the blinding light disappears, your vision clears once again.

And no surprises here; Frieza hasn't moved an inch despite the brute force Kakarot used. To the untrained eye, you'd think that little stunt had no effect on him. Unlucky for you, you're very well versed in Frieza's mannerisms.

"There's no way... Goku put everything he had into that. So how is Frieza still floating there with barely a scratch on him?" Krillin questions in utter disbelief.

"Dad's energy dropped like a rock..."

"There's no way someone this powerful exists." That human is sure shocked a lot. You think he'd learn by now.

"Goku's finished." Piccolo scoffs. "Guess that lunatic King Kai was right. We should've listened when he told us to avoid a monster like Frieza."

"Frieza's off," You speak in almost a whisper, your sights locked on the man. He's relatively unscathed. There's barely a scratch on him, only a few nicks. But you can tell. The slight spasm of his extended hand, almost as if he was shaking. Mixed with his eyes. His eyes give it all away. The twitching mixed with something you thought you'd never see from Frieza. Fear. A being has never come that close to scathing him before.

Three heads dart in your direction. "What do you mean?" Krillin asks you. "He's fine. That blast did nothing to him."

"You don't know Frieza like I do." You chuckle. "Out of the many years I've worked under that snake, not once have I seen him look like that. His physical condition may be fine, but mentally he's off." Frieza's fear is quickly replaced with a much more familiar emotion. Pure rage.

You watch as Frieza knocks the man down. And he continues to pummel Goku into the ground. "Wow. Kakarot's really gotten him all worked up."

"Dad, no!" Gohan tries to run out to his father, but Piccolo grabs his cape, restraining the boy in place.

"You might as well send Y/N back out here!" Frieza mocks. "Even in her injured state, she'd put up a better fight!" He's not wrong. You'd never give up like that. It's pathetic.

"I'm ashamed to even call you a Saiyan, Kakarot!" You shout as Frieza's beating of your fellow Saiyan continues.

"I can't take this anymore!" Gohan shouts. "I can't just stand here. I have to help him!"

"No." Piccolo, yet again, stops Gohan from running into the line of fire.

"But... Dad will die if I don't!"

"He'll die if you do too." You scoff. "You'd only be prolonging the inevitable... and I doubt it would be for long. We're all going to be slaughtered today. I say, if the boy wants to die sooner, let him."

"Don't listen to her. Goku has something up his sleeve. I can tell." Piccolo assures the boy. "But he has such little power left. I have no idea what it could be." Kakarot looks as if he's posing. Maybe he got possessed by Ginyu again. You chuckle to yourself at the thought.

"A spirit bomb!" Krillin abruptly shouts. "It's a special last-ditch move he picked up from King Kai. It gathers all the energy from everything around. The grass, trees, even us. Everything that has a life force."

"But how?" Gohan eyes the older man skeptically. "This place doesn't look like it has much life left."

"I know, but just look down there. It's not like he has many options." He notices the look of concern across Gohan's features, quickly throwing an arm around him. "Besides, your dad knows more about it than us. I bet he'll make it work."

"Oh, yes. Let's just blindly put our faith in Kakarot. When has that strategy ever failed you before?" You sarcastically mumble. "I'm not a gambler when it comes to my life. And if I was, my money's on Frieza."

"Do you always have to be so negative?" Krillin cranes his neck in your direction, his displeasure with you apparent.

"I'll start being more positive when---" And just like that, an idea pops into your head. "Wait. So the more energy Kakarot can get, the better?" Your energy increases significantly in your newly unlocked form. So, if this spirit bomb works as Krillin claims, your new form could still be an asset against Frieza.

"Exactly." Krillin narrows his eyes at you. "Why?" Without a word, you stand back up. You crack your neck, getting into a better stance. "Are you sure that's a good idea? Cause a few minutes ago, you could barely stand without Gohan's help."

You smirk. "I'll be fine, human." You start to scream in a desperate attempt to replicate your original transformation. It's much easier to do than the last time. It's different from the Great Ape one that you're so used to. That one you were born with and had to learn to control. This one you had to unlock. You quickly transform. Your hair changing into a yellow hue, and your eyes glow. You're the Great Super Saiyan again. Now that you're not using it directly in battle, it's less impressive than you imagined as a child. It's sort of anti-climactic. You just need to hold this form as long as possible and hope your body doesn't give out.

Gohan and Krillin stare at you in confusion, but the Namekian chuckles. "Smart." Out of all of Kakarot's little friends, you suppose the Namekian is the most tolerable. Well, he's at least the most intelligent.

"I doubt it will do much." You roll your eyes before moving your gaze back to the battlefield. You can't lie. You do enjoy the look of bewilderment on Frieza's face.

After a few moments, the Namkeian looks around. "What the hell am I sensing?"

Krillin looks up at him. "Like I said---"

All three of you turn to Gohan, who's gazing at the sky in dismay. "The spirit bomb..." The three of you look up, finally seeing what Gohan does. You've never seen a ball of energy that size. Not even when you were flipping planets.

"That can't be it..." Krillin gulps. "It's gigantic."

"Damn." You shake your head. "Well, I guess I'd rather die by Kakarot's hands than Frieza's."

"By the look on your face, Krillin. I'm assuming this one is exceptional." Piccolo looks over to the human.

"The one on Earth wasn't even half that size. He must be collecting energy from all over the universe!"

"Frieza hasn't caught on yet," Piccolo announces. "Why doesn't he use that thing while he has the upper hand?"

"It must not be enough to... you know..." Krillin trails.

"You can say kill. It's not a bad word." You snarl. "You had no problem with it when you tried to murder my brother back on Earth."

"Come on, Dad!" You can hear Gohan shout as you glare at Krillin. "Hit him with everything you got!"

"How long do you intend to just stand there?" Frieza shouts, irritation evident in his voice.

"You know." Goku lets out a breathy chuckle. "That's a very good question." You adore watching the way Kakarot gets under Freieza's skin. Kakarot's antics sure are amusing when you're not the one being subjected to them.

You watch as Freiza twitches before knocking Kakarot back. "Oh, no!" Krillin shouts. "He caught on."

"No, Krillin. I don't think he did."

"The Namekian is right." You grin. "Kakarot's just pissing him off." Goku stands up, returning to his pose. Which only enrages Frieza more.

"I'm not going to ask you again." Frieza continues attacking him. Goku simply ignores his request, going back into the same stance. Your invasive laughter echoes throughout the remnants of the planet as Kakarot's beating counties.

The other three watch in horror with the occasional glance of disbelief at you. "Krillin, Gohan. Transfer any power you can spare to me. Quickly." The pair begin to give their remaining energy to the Namekian.

"What about Y/N?" Gohan asks.

"Right now. I think all of her energy is concentrated on keeping her transformation active." Piccolo chuckles. "Both of your energy will be plenty for what I have in mind. Don't worry."

"What's the big rush, Frieza?" Goku chuckles. "You're so impatient." Moments like this make it clear that there's still some Saiyan left in Kakarot. It might be the only thing attractive about him.

"You dare mock me, ape!" Frieza creates a large blast with his hand. Knocking Goku back further, sending him flying into the water.

"You two!" Piccolo shouts. "Pay no attention to what's going on down there. Just focus your energy." You do wonder what the Namekian has in mind. Neither of those earthlings have much power left. So, it can't be anything too powerful.

"This should be enough." Piccolo shoos them away. "Now listen here and listen well. None of you are to involve yourselves, understand? This is my fight and my fight alone." You scoff. It's like Vegeta never died.

"But---" Before Gohan can raise any opposition, the Namekian shuts him down.

"You'd only get in my way. You gave me all your remaining energy."

As Piccolo leaves the rest of you, Gohan speaks up again. "We can't just let him do this. He'll get himself killed."

"He's not trying to go after Frieza." You chuckle. "He's going to attempt to buy Kakarot sometime. It's a suicide mission... and he knows it."

"We can't just let him---"

"Then what's your plan?" You scoff. "You need to stop jumping the gun. I used to be just like that, too. You're gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up. How would your death help the Namekian?"

"It... wouldn't." Gohan sighs.

"Exactly. So stay there and shut up."

"Don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" Krillin turns to you. "He's just a---"

"You shut up, too!" You cut the human off. " I didn't know children were omitted from death on your planet." You sarcastically mumble.

While Frieza is distracted by Kakarot's idiocy, Piccolo finally strikes. Sending Frieza flying back and out of view. A sneak attack. Not a bad strategy. But that kind of thing only works once. You know that when Frieza returns, he'll be less than pleased.

"Piccolo!" Goku shouts in relief.

"Ya, ya. Just hurry up and finish that thing before he comes back."

"I owe you one." Goku gets back into his stance to finish the spirit bomb.

"You better make it quick. That sneak attack is the only thing I can manage right now."

Frieza launches back over. A vein bulging from his forehead. "How is that Namekian still drawing breath? I thought they've all been taken care of." You just love it when Frieza is enraged. It fills you with joy.

"Goku... hurry it up! How much longer do you need to finish that damn thing? Cause something tells me that Frieza is losing his patience."

"I'm sorry." Goku grunts. "I just need a bit more time."

"Ugh." Piccolo groans. "Just throw it already."

"No. It's still not done. It's too weak. If I throw it now, it'll do nothing!" Piccolo scoffs at him, flying up into the air.

"Too pesky to live but too stubborn to die," Frieza smirks at him.

"You're going to eat those words, scum." You watch, waiting to see who'll throw the first blow.

"What's he doing now?" Gohan asks.

"I think he's going to sacrifice himself. He can't have much power left after that move he just pulled. Since Goku's not done yet, I think Piccolo's trying to buy him some time." Wow, the human is observant for once. You assume there's a first time for everything.

"I told you he was going on a suicide mission." You cross your arms, wondering how this will all play out. You know it'll probably end with the Namekian splattered across the landscape. But the moments that lead to that are far more interesting to you.

"Goku... hurry it up! How much longer do you need to finish that damn thing? Cause something tells me that Frieza is losing his patience."

"I'm sorry." Goku grunts. "I just need a bit more time."

Piccolo groans. "Just throw it already."

“I don’t think Piccolo can last much longer… he’s really taking a beating.” Krillin looks on in horror.

"We have to help him!" Gohan starts to fly towards the two men. You shake your head. The boy has learned nothing. If he refuses to adhere to your warning, there's nothing more you can do for him.

"Gohan, wait!" Krillin's voice stops him dead in his tracks. He doesn't speak another word, just shaking his head at Gohan.

You roll your eyes. "As I said before, You'd just get in the way. You'd be more of a hindrance than an asset. Don't be stupid. That job belongs to your moronic father." You look away from the earthlings, directing your attention to the battle. The Namekian is far too weak to provide you with any kind of entertainment. The only attacks he can manage are several small yellow energy disks.

"How can someone so resilient be so dumb?" Frieza mutters. You've often pondered the same question about Kakarot. "You must have a death wish, Namekian."

"We're at the end of our rope, Goku. Finish the damn thing!" With little effort, Frieza slams Piccolo onto the ground. "That's all I got. Please tell me you're almost done."

Goku shakes his head. "It's still not finished yet. If I throw it now, this all would've been for nothing."

Frieza grabs Piccolo by the collar. "Say goodbye, Namkeian. You get to die on your home planet. You should be thankful. The others aren't so lucky. Thanks to me, two of them don't even have one to die on." Before Frieza can kill him, Krillin and Gohan shoot a collective blast at Frieza with the minuscule energy they have left. Stopping yet another murder attempt. Frieza's three for three for his assassinations on this damn rock. That's not a bad stat in general, but it is terrible for Frieza.

"You... pests!" Frieza shrieks. "I hope you all end up suffering the same fate as this damn planet!" You've never seen Frieza look this unhinged. You've seen him pissed off countless times, but never to this degree. You watch as Frieza starts another attack. The ball of energy from his palms growing larger and larger by the second.

"Goku..." Krillin chuckles nervously. "It doesn't look like we have much time left!"

"Okay... Okay. I think it's ready!"

"Come on then!" Piccolo shouts. "Throw it!"

"Now, Dad!"

"While we're still young, Kakarot!" Wow, all of you are on the same page for once. Maye hell has frozen over? Goku screams, launching the spirit bomb at Frieza. "Holy shit..." That monstrosity absorbs Frieza's entire attack like it was nothing.

"Get down!" Piccolo shouts. Everyone falls to the ground, the spirit bomb causing severe damage to Namek's landscape... well what was left of it. The harsh winds send you all flying up into the air. The planet has turned entirely into a body of water. And you're thrown right into it. You weren't really intending to go for a swim today. Guess you have no choice now.

You grab onto some rock, pulling yourself up, gasping desperately for air. "I hate this vile planet!" You laugh as your eyes land on the earthlings staring at you with wide eyes. "Sorry to disappoint."

"Y/N!" Gohan exclaims, running over to you. The boy practically tackles you. Wrapping his arms around you, clinging onto you for dear life. "You're okay!" Your body goes rigid. You're not used to this. As you've said multiple times already. Physical affection isn't something your people partake in.

Krillin walks over to you, a faint grin on his features. "I never thought I'd say this, but oh boy, I am happy to see you."

Gohan finally releases you from his tight embrace. "Did you sense my dad or Piccolo down there?"

You shake your head. "I can barely sense myself right now, Gohan." You look around, taking in Namek's drastic remodel. The once vibrant planet is now drowning. This isn't exactly a foreign sight to you. For many years, your job was to destroy and flip planets for profit. You scan the area, searching for any source of life. You'd like to say you're looking for Kakarot or the Namekian, but that isn't true. You can't help but search for Frieza. That man has terrorized you since you were a small child. It's hard for you to believe he's gone. You can't ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Everything just feels far too easy.

"Hey, over there!' Gohan points to another area. "I see something!" A green hand grabs onto a rock. Using all his strength, Piccolo pulls himself up, dragging Goku with him.

Your lips unconsciously curve upwards at the sight. What the hell is happening to you? You should've wanted Kakarot dead. The idea of getting rid of him and Frieza in one blast should have been joyful... but it wasn't. You were worried? Upset? You don't know how to define your emotions for this hypothetical scenario.

Though, Kakarot is the only other member of your race alive. With Vegeta and Raditz dead, you and Kakarot are the only things left of your home. And when you're both dead... it will be as if your planet never existed. Like your species never existed. The Saiyan race would be nothing but a distant memory... a tale of the past.

"Goku!" You hear the human shout. You see Kakarot there. He's alive. And yet, you can't help but think about what things would've been like if he wasn't.

The reality of everything begins to set in. Frieza, Raditz, Vegeta, they're all dead. And yet, you're still standing. For the first time in your life, you're truly alone. What do you do now? Where are you supposed to go? It's not like you have a home to go back to.

Your brother would know what to do. He always knew what to do. You feel so lost. You try to think about what Vegeta's next steps would be. First, he'd kill Kakarot, obviously. And with Frieza gone, taking over the universe would be a piece of cake. The Frieza Force is weak, but their soldiers are malleable. But is that what you want? Do you want to rule the universe?

That was Vegeta's dream. Not yours. You always just went along with his whims. Ruling the universe with Vegeta would've involved a lot of work; without him, it is next to impossible. The plan was always for Vegeta to do all the work, and you'd selfishly reap all the benefits. Without your brother, you don't desire to dominate the universe. But if you're not going to take over the universe, then what the hell are you going to do?

You watch their little reunion from a distance. It's filled with hugs and happiness... and all of the other shit you find nauseating. Frieza's dead... you should be happier than ever. Yet you're not. You feel... numb? You've never felt this lost in your life. Whatever is left of Raditz and Vegeta is somewhere underwater now. That is if their bodies weren't destroyed by Frieza's trench. Saiyans don't mourn. They suck it up and move on. That's what your father did after your mother died in childbirth with you and Tarble. Yet... you're melancholy. It's almost bitter-sweet. But mostly bitter.

Goku frowns, and starts to look around. Like he's searching for something, "Where's-" His eyes lock on you, a grin quickly replacing the frown on his lips.

You slowly saunter over to them. "You actually lived." You shake your head at the buffoon. "Color me surprised."

"Does that mean you're happy to see me?"

You roll your eyes, chuckling. "You really just hear what you want, don't you, Kakarot?"

"Man, that spirit bomb was a doozy. It was like the size of a planet." And they're back to their little celebration. Who are you kidding? It never ended.

"You better believe it was, Krillin. The hopes and dreams of the entire universe were packed into that thing." Goku looks at you from the corner of his eye. "And maybe a bit of extra help from Y/N, too."

"I was still afraid that you got caught in it."

"Come on, Gohan." Piccolo chuckles, ruffling the boy's hair. "Give your father and I some credit."

"Well, I guess it's time to head home with our heads held high. Might even have the chance to live the dream." Krillin announces.

"Huh?" The father-son duo looks at him in collective confusion.

Krillina laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "You're seriously going to make me spell out what's at the top of my victory list, aren't you?" His face flushes bright red. "A girlfriend."

You sneer in disgust. "Humans are such pathetic creatures." The other three stare at Krillin in surprise before breaking out into laughter. You'll never understand any of them. And you don't desire to.

Once the initial adrenaline passes, everyone's now standing. Goku has one arm around Krillin, the other placed on top of his son's head. "You all ready to go? My spaceship should be able to get us back home in just under six days."

Gohan jumps in joy. "Yay! I get to see everyone in less than a week."

Goku grins at his son before turning to you. "You're more than welcome to come with us."

"It's not like there's any other way off this damn rock." You look away, avoiding his gaze. Great, you get to go from one horrid planet to another. You can't even pick which one is worse. Namek, which is a shell of its former self. Or Earth, which is home to some of the weakest, most pathetic creatures you've ever encountered.

Your ears perk up as Krillin screams. "What is it?" Goku asks, alarm dripping from his voice.

"Bulma's out there somewhere. And I totally forgot." He looks terrified. It's the same way the human typically looks at you.

"Come on, Krillin." Goku laughs. "Don't scare us like that. From the look on your face, I thought that Frieza was back."

"Ya, well, he's got nothing on her when she's pissed off." Really? He finds the Earth women terrifying? You've seen insects with a higher power level than her. You doubt the earth woman has eradicated entire species when she was angry. It must be an exaggeration.

The others laugh, but you aren't amused. "Don't make me laugh." Goku chuckles more, gripping his side. "My body's already mad enough at me as it is."

You stare at your reflection in the water as the Namekian speaks. You look like crap. You desperately need sleep. You look back up and see the earthling, his mouth hanging ajar; he's practically shaking in fear. You turn your head to see what he's staring at. Laughter escapes your lips. It's Frieza. You knew it. You knew it seemed too fucking easy.

"How can this be happening? There's no way someone could survive a blast like that and not get obliterated." Krillin looks on in utter disbelief.

"He's not just anyone. He's Frieza...." Your voice trails.

Frieza extends his arm, shooting a blast at Goku and Gohan. Piccolo jumps in, knocking the pair out of the way. Taking the impact of the blast entirely. "Piccolo!" Gohan screams, falling to his knees.

"He's alive..." You cross your arms over your chest. "At least for now."

Gohan gets up and rushes over to the Namekians' side. "Piccolo... please get up."

You watch as Kakarot clenches his fists, his knuckles turning milky white. "Bravo, my friend." You don't think you've ever heard Frieza refer to someone as a friend. Pest, sure, but a friend? Never. It's unnerving. "You nearly brought the mighty Frieza down. I've never had a call quite that close before."

Goku's gaze darts from Frieza to you all. "I want you all to get out of here. My ship isn't far. Grab Piccolo, find Bulma, and set a course for Earth." Why is everyone always so bossy? First Vegeta, then the Namekian, and now Kakarot. Who’s gonna try to boss you around next? The brat? "I'm not leaving. So don't get any ideas about waiting for me." His eyes lock on his son, who's in a trance-like state. "Snap out of it, Gohan!"

"I won't!" The brat stubbornly stands his ground; how Saiyan-like. "I owe it to Piccolo to stay and fight." Gohan starts to tear up.

"With what?" Goku questions. "None of you have enough strength left. The most you'd do is get in the way."

"Goku..." Krilin's voice trails. "You're serious."

"I advise against placing much stock in your vessel. But if you'd like, I can bring you much closer to home." That sounds mildly threatening. You know he's not talking about your home. All that's left of your homeworld is most likely a handful of rocks floating aimlessly somewhere in space.

"Krillin! Look out!" Gohan shouts. Frieza takes control of Krillin's body, blasting him high into the air.

"Frieza... don't do it!" Begging will only encourage him further. You don't see a way where any of you make it off of this planet alive.

"Goku!" Krillin shouts as he dangles in the air. With a clench of Frieza's fist, the human implodes. Talk about going out with a bang. You don't even see a body. He must have... disintegrated.

"You are a ruthless... heartless... bastard." Kakarot's fists remain clenched, his entire body vibrating.

Frieza laughs mockingly. "I think the pretty princess should go next." He extends his index finger in your direction. "And after I take care of her, it'll be the brat's turn." Frieza shoots a blast of energy straight toward you. It all happens so fast that any attempt to move would be in vain.

You can feel the heat of the energy against your armored chest. Yet there's no pain. The beam reflects off your chest as if you were made entirely of rubber. Frieza dodges out of the way, just barely evading his own attack.

"What the hell?" You mutter to yourself. You look down. Your armor is the same... but your chest is glowing. You reach into your armor, pulling out your necklace, holding it by the chain. This is the source of the light; the stars of the charm are shining. It's never done that before. Your necklace... it saved you?

"What kind of damn trick was that Y/N?"

"I- I have no idea." You grasp the charm in your hand. It feels warm, an odd, comforting familiarity you can't describe. Where the hell did your father actually get this thing?

Frieza is about to speak again, but his attention quickly focuses on Kakarot. Whose anger has only seemed to grow. Beams of light shoot all over the planet. It almost resembles lightning. He must like Krillin more than all his other friends you had slaughtered back on Earth. The waters form waves, and rocks shoot everywhere. "I will make you suffer!" Now, this is a version of Kakarot you can get behind. His hair flickers from black to blonde. No way... he can't be.

With one final shriek, he transforms right before your eyes. His hair was now in a semi-permanent state of blonde, with his eyes a much lighter shade. Kakarot... is a Super Saiyan. "Holy shit..."

"Both of you go. Take Piccolo with you, and get the hell out of here." It's clear this isn't a request. "Find Bulma, find the ship, and go." Gohan hesitates, not moving. "Do as I say now before I lose what little sense of reason I have left!"

"O-Okay." Gohan nods, rushing back over to Piccolo.

"Move as fast as you can, and don't look back. If Piccolo dies, then Kami dies... and I don't think I have to remind you what happens after that." And still, after all of this, his priority is resurrecting his pathetic friends. Unbelievable.

"What are you trying to say?" Gohan's voice shakes.

"I'm saying go without me. Get back home; I'll be there when I can."

"But... if we take your ship, you'll be stuck here. You'd have no way to get home."

"I'm your father! Don't talk back to me!" Goku snaps. "Just do as I say!"

"Alright, Dad." Gohan nods. "I'll see you at home." Gohan picks up Piccolo, flying out of view."

After his son is gone, Goku turns to you. "That means you too."

"But I wanted to watch..." You pout.

He scoffs. "I'm not asking, Y/N."

You place your hands on your hips, rolling your eyes at the man. "You sound like Vegeta."

Goku takes several steps toward you. Now, standing directly in front of you. "Stop being a stubborn brat and listen!"

You chuckle. "Now you really sound like Vegeta."

"I'm not playing this game." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Now get the hell out of here!"

"I never knew you could yell so much." You smirk.

"Well, that's because yelling seems to be the only damn thing you respond to!" He snaps.

"That's not---" Wait. Have you been conditioned to only listen when someone's screaming at you?

"Now, I'd happily entertain you any other goddamn day of the year, but not now." He takes a deep breath. "Now go before I lose my damn patience."

"Man, now you really sound like---" You're cut off by Kakarot's lips pressing against your own. The warm sensation causes your heart to flutter. Your eyes widen. Your breath catching in the back of your throat.

"How about now? Do I sound like Vegeta now?" You touch your lips. Did... Did that just happen? "Now go!" He takes a deep breath, seeming to have calmed down a bit. "When I return to Earth, we can get back to what we started before. So you'll get a turn, too. I'll gladly fight you... or fuck you if that's what you'd like instead. Maybe both if you listen." You choke on air. Who the fuck is this? Cause this isn't the Neanderthal Kakarot. Your brain is short-circuiting. "Just wait for me, alright. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"A-Alright." You're not sure if you love or hate this new Kakarot. You take a deep breath and regain your frosty attitude. "Don't die. Or do. I don't give a damn what happens to this planet. Well, it's not much of a planet anymore, is it." You fly up into the air.

"Hey!" He calls out to you one last time. "Take care of Gohan for me while I'm gone."

You grin, shaking your head. "You really are a terrible father!"

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What Was Bound What Was Loosed Chapter 7

For Dannymay 2024 Day 2: Wish

AO3

Ellie gazed at the island skeptically.

“You’re sure it’s this one?” she asked.

Fright Knight grumbled.

“What was that? You don’t know, because the last five islands you brought us to were wrong?”

“I do not stalk this woman,” said Fright Knight. “Do you think I have a running tally of every place she has been, every home she has had, every whim she has pointlessly chased?”

“I mean, what else do you have to do? Be stuck in a pumpkin?”

“I have a vast variety of duties, your highness,” said Frostbite, stiffly.

“Uh huh,” said Ellie. “Sure. Whatever.” She started flying towards the island. Frostbite followed close behind her.

The island was arid, with few trees or other features. A circular building with an onion-shaped dome sat in the center.

“Are those glass bottles?” asked Ellie. “In the walls? Are they supposed to be windows?”

“I believe so,” said Fright Knight.

“A bit on point for a genie, isn’t it?”

“She does not like being called that,” said Fright Knight.

Really?”

“Really,” said Desiree, looming behind the pair.

“Oh, jeez, how do you do that? I thought I was sneaky.”

The corner of Desiree’s mouth twitched up. “I am what I must be. There are words you wouldn’t utter in my presence, and yet those same words are necessary to me.”

“Like, necessary necessary, or you just need them to do stuff?”

“Yes,” said Desiree, tail lashing back and forth, like a cat who had spotted a mouse. “But I assume you need something? No one seeks me out without a need.”

“Your king has a need,” said Frostbite.

Desiree stilled from the tip of her tail to the top of her head. “It’s true, then. It’s him.”

“If by him you mean Danny, then, yeah. They crowned him a while back.”

“And what makes him think that I’ll be any kinder with his wishes now than I was before?”

“Actually, I don’t think he knows we’re here,” said Ellie. “We kinda left without telling him.”

“Is that so?” asked Desiree. “What is it, then, that you two think I’ll help with? Money? Armies? Doesn’t he already have all of those things and more?”

“He’s having trouble sleeping,” said Ellie.

Desiree raised an eyebrow. “I was under the impression that it’s usually the other way around for new kings.”

“It was, for a while,” said Ellie with a shrug.

“And you want me to fix this?”

“We need some guarantees before you go all monkey’s paw on us, but yeah.”

The two older ghosts stared at her blankly.

“Wow, we’ve got to get you guys up to date on literature. I took lessons from Vlad for, like, a month, and I know that one.”

“Later,” said Fright Knight. “You would be handsomely rewarded if you could fix the king’s problem without… mischief.”

“Handsomely how?”

Ellie shrugged.

“I understand you have pretensions to a kingdom of your own,” said Fright Knight. “Our king is generous. You could have one, and be beholden only to him, no other.”

“Could,” said Desiree. “You have no guarantee of that. He doesn’t even know you’re here.”

“Then come with us to talk to him,” said Ellie.

“Talk to a new king? One so recently bound that he hasn’t even unmade anyone yet? One full of resentment and pain? My afterlife has flaws, but I enjoy it. Come back with an offer and a diplomat. Then we’ll talk.”

She turned away and disappeared into her house.

“Well,” said Ellie, “that could’ve gone better. Do we even have a diplomat?”

Fright Knight’s shoulders sloped ever so slightly. “No. Not yet.”

“You want me to what?” asked Vlad, peering at them over the cover of a large book. After being prevented from drinking himself to a second death, he had taken over a large set of rooms in the lower reaches of the palace, turning it into a sort of sad man cave.

“Be a diplomat.”

“On behalf of Daniel, I presume?”

“Who else?” asked Ellie with a shrug.

“And to whom?”

“Desiree.”

Vlad stared at her. “I'm too sober for this,” he said, finally. “Why would you even want me to do that?”

“Come on, don't be like that,” said Ellie. “You're the only person I know who is any good at negotiating and contracts and stuff.”

“Have you at least spoken to Daniel about it?”

“Is that really necessary? He's exhausted.”

“A state you are presumably trying to fix. You do realize, however, that my powers as a diplomat would derive directly from Daniel, and I would require his permission to act in his name.” He looked behind Ellie, where Fright Knight was standing. “Shouldn't you know about this?”

“It is good for the princess to learn it,” said Fright Knight.

Ellie stuck out her tongue at him.

“Come on, Vlad, you know this'll be easier to sell to Danny if we can show him an actual plan. And I know that figuring out what to give to Desiree will take a while. You know how badly Danny is sleeping. Help him out.”

Vlad sighed. “Very well. But both of you will be helping me with the research “

“Great,” said Ellie. “What first?”

“Organize my portal notes. They're in that cabinet, right there.

Ellie eyed the slightly moldy and water stained notes. “How… How do you even have these? Weren't they in your lab in your mansion?”

“I kept copies here in the Zone,” said Vlad. “I haven’t just sat around while you’ve been gone.”

“Really,” said Ellie.

“Don’t be so skeptical.”

Ellie squinted at the notes. “Are these in code?”

“Of course,” said Vlad. “I’m not careless enough to leave instructions for portals lying around where anyone could get them.”

“Uh huh. And how am I supposed to organize this if I can’t read it?”

“It’s a cipher I taught you,” said Vlad, waving her off. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

Ellie sighed heavily and sat down next to Vlad. “This isn’t you trying to get back again, is it? Because I’m pretty sure that isn’t healthy.”

Vlad shot her a glare. “I haven’t been healthy since college, but, no. I am not chasing impossibilities. Am I not allowed to take pride in my own work? Am I not allowed to want to preserve it against future need?”

“Okay, okay. You don’t need to snap at me. How do you want me to sort these, anyway?”

“By topic, topics in alphabetical order,” said Vlad, already losing interest in her and returning to his book. Typical.

She huffed and looked up to rope Fright Knight in, but he was done. Wimp.

Clockwork had taken to carrying around a quilt.

Danny knew why. Now that he’d recovered somewhat from his coronation, he’d gone from borderline narcolepsy to insomnia, which, in turn, led to falling asleep when he was finally too exhausted to stay awake.

He didn’t like living like this, in a haze of permanent fatigue, his emotions raw from more than pain, more than the trauma of being bound as king, and he understood that Clockwork didn’t want him to act like this, either. The blanket was the closest he’d come to making a pointed remark about it. Well, maybe he should have thought about that before making Danny king.

And separating him from his home.

His friends.

Most of his family.

Most, because Ellie was here. In the Zone. Not in the palace. She and Fright Knight had disappeared somewhere the last couple of days, and since those days included Spectra coming to visit… Well, Danny couldn’t fault them for wanting to avoid him. He was awful company. But he was still unhappy about it. Especially the part where they left without telling him. At least, he couldn’t remember them telling him.

Danny’s current sleep habits were not conducive to memory retention.

So, he was unhappy. Layers of unhappy.

(And he also had the sneaking suspicion that he hadn’t just sent Spectra away, no matter what Clockwork said, and no matter that Clockwork had promised to be honest with him.)

A thrall approached and leaned close to Danny’s ear. Her highness has returned. Fright Knight has returned.

“Ellie’s back?” asked Danny. “And Fright Knight?” he added, as an afterthought.

There was a rattle of armor around one of the corners of the garden hedge and Danny looked up to see Fright Knight enter the small clearing around the fountain he was resting at.

“My liege,” said Fright Knight, by way of greeting. “I believe that I and the princess have found a solution to your sleeping problem.”

Oh, well, now Danny felt bad about being mad at them.

“What’s the solution?” asked Danny. He absently rubbed at the spot where the crown curled into his eye socket. He vaguely remembered Fright Knight saying something about Nocturne, and he desperately hoped that Fright Knight hadn’t dragged Nocturne here. He just… he couldn’t deal with Nocturne being here. He could barely deal with Clockwork and Fright Knight being here.

“The woman, Desiree,” said Fright Knight.

“Oh, wow,” said Danny. “That is… That sounds like a terrible idea.” Not to mention, Danny had no intention of letting anyone magic him to sleep, not after what had happened before.

“We could negotiate with her,” said Fright Knight. “She has desires as well.”

Danny opened his mouth to refuse, but hesitated. “What does she want?”

“A kingdom of her own.”

“I– Can I do that?” asked Danny.

“Yes,” said Clockwork. “Although finding such a kingdom residents is often difficult.”

“I… Is she here, too?”

“She wanted a diplomat,” said Fright Knight. “She forgets her place, but she could be useful.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny. He tried to lean back for a moment, forgetting that he was sitting on the edge of a fountain, and there was nothing behind him. Clockwork steadied him with a hand on his shoulder. “You… Maybe we could invite her, or hire her, or whatever, but… not for sleep.”

“Then what, my liege?”

Danny shrugged. This was probably an even worse idea than asking her to help him sleep, but… He wanted to know what he had done to Spectra. And… if he had done something terrible, well.

Well.It couldn’t have happened to a better person for it, but… if he had… he wanted to fix it.

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