#I'm havin a ball over here

[might-be-a-potato]

GO GET EM GIRLS

[mrs-kodzuken]

embers of love ⟢ atsumu m.

warnings: forgetful!tsumu, girlfriend!reader, arguments, mentions of best friend!osamu and bestfriend!suna, kissing-ass tsum tsum, fixing a relationship, mentions of proposing, cussing, angst to fluff to smut at the end (unprotected sex, creampie, rough but loving)

It's been two weeks since you've last had an actual, meaningful conversation or interaction with Atsumu. Being his girlfriend of six years, you had expected that he would always be attentive to his career more than you. Honestly, his career was very important to him, and you could see in some aspects if he slacked just a smidge with giving love. Some.

But this, this was ridiculous for him to be doing. You waited impatiently for Atsumu Miya to return home. The house you guys put a down payment for when things got rather serious, and you both realized that it is way better coming home to a home instead of an apartment.

You've known 'Tsumu since you guys were second years and then you both fell in love. Who knew that such young, sweet, innocent love would get you to where you are today?

You heard keys jangling into the keyhole of the front door and you remained in your spot on the couch you both went shopping for forever ago. The blonde man walked in, set his keys down on the tray, took off his shoes and started walking towards the bedroom.

It was as if he didn't realize you were even there. He probably didn't, the exhaustion radiating off of him in waves. It made you feel bad for what you were about to bring up, but it needed to be talked about before you cracked and brought hell to him.

"Atsumu," Your voice spoke out into the room, he stopped in his tracks. "We need to talk." You firmly demanded of the professional volleyball player.

He sighed, "Y/n, can we jus’ do this 'nother time? I'm fuckin' tired." His aggravated tone tore through you, fueling your anger even more.

Your face hardened as he tried to continue walking and ignore you.

"Miya, give me one reason why I should stay with your ass right now." You finally said the words you were so scared to say weeks back. However, you're done now, there's no going back for what you just said.

"’Scuse me?" He whipped around so fast, demanding to know where this suddenly came from. Not only had you referred to him as his last name but, you had spoken about leaving him? Were you out of your mind?

"You heard me. I'm tired of this shit." Your fists balled up, standing from your seat on the couch. You finally had his attention, and you weren't going to let it go now.

"What shit? Me goin’ ta work every single day ta provide a life fer us that ya wanted?" He retorted, crossing his arms obviously not wanting to have this conversation.

"Oh wow! You're so big and strong for going to work every day! I do the same fucking shit too, you ass. That's not what this is about. This is about how I haven't properly talked to you in two weeks and then before that it was almost a month!"

"Atsumu, I am your girlfriend. We've been together for six fucking years! Don't you think I'd want to see you, talk with you, love you?" You sounded exasperated with having to explain yourself as if he didn't see what had been going on through tired eyes.

"Ya know how important my volleyball career is 'ta me. 'S not my fault ya can't handle bein' by yerself." He scoffed, his words like ice to you.

You could've sworn your eye just twitched in anger.

"Why is this going over your head you blonde asshole. I'm saying that if you still want me here, want me to have my part in this relationship, then you also have to have yours." You seethed at him, entirely over his recent behavior because you didn't deserve it.

"I do, yer just so fuckin' needy. Dont'cha think that I should get a fuckin' break from havin' to do unnecessary shit when I hav'ta work late 'nd get up early?" His voice was beyond tired and ready to climb in bed and sleep. It was loud, bouncing off the walls and bouncing right into your ears.

Oh, he wanted to get loud.

"So, I'm needy now? Wanting the bare fucking minimum from a man who can't even see past his own actions to realize that he's about to be single is needy?" You scoffed at him, "I didn't realize that actually wanting you to be caring like how you were in high school was deemed unnecessary." You shouted, pushing past him to the bedroom, done with this conversation.

You had a bag packed already; it wasn't everything you owned because you didn't expect that you would actually get into a predicament like this. Perhaps staying one night over at a friend's place, not this.

You couldn't stand the tears that gathered in your eyes as you gripped your bag and tried to rush out of there. This has to be the worst argument yet.

"Now where tha' hell you think yer goin'?" He tried blocking your way, obviously still pissed and wanting to continue even if it didn't get anywhere. A habit that he possessed since high school that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him to let go of it.

"Leaving." You didn't spare him a glance as you put on your shoes and grabbed a coat.

"Hah, don't fuck tha' first man ya see." He ridiculed, not caring that you were leaving because of him in the first place.

"Fuck you, Miya!" It sounded wobbly and raw, but you said it. You slammed the door shut and with it your heartbreak of the man you desperately loved and wanted to love you.

With a dial of your phone, you called someone who'd always let you crash at his place.

"Hello?" Suna's voice answered over the phone.

"Rin, can I please stay over tonight?" Your voice cracking, you knew you had to pull yourself together because this was the first time you've left like this and called Suna like this before.

"You're always welcomed here, you know that. What's wrong?" He asked, shuffling on the other side of the phone made you pause for a bit.

"'Tsumu and I had a bad argument." You didn't really want to get into it all over the phone, but it was almost a ten-minute walk to get to Suna's from your house.

Rin cursed under his breath and let out some other obscenities about Atsumu before speaking on the line, "You can stay here as long as you want, so don't worry. Have you talked to 'Samu yet?"

"No, no. Your house is closer and it, you know, it just happened and stuff so." You swallowed thickly, trying not to cry again over the hurtful words Atsumu is capable of.

"Okay, well, I'll be here and put the kettle on too. Want me to stay on the phone?"

"No, it's okay, Sunarin. Bye." You ended the phone call, using the last bit of time that you had to walk to his house to collect yourself.

You were sure that 'Tsumu didn't give two shits where you were right now, those hurtful words he said coming to the front of your mind. It was horrible to think that with a small conversation the behavior could have been fixed from him. It's not the first time either.

Fighting with Atsumu was pointless half of the time. He liked to be hurtful; he liked when it would get so bad too because he could say it was the heat of the moment instead of taking accountability. That really was a deciding factor if you did go the route of breaking things off with him.

God, that physically hurt your heart to the extreme.

Finally, you were at a safe haven for now. You didn't bother knocking on Rin's door, knowing he left it unlocked for you. You could feel the warmth of his house and it held a familiar smell too, like a home away from home.

"Rin?" You called, taking off your shoes and setting the barely packed bag at the entrance of the home.

"In here, Y/n." Rin spoke from the kitchen, nonetheless probably had the kettle on and tea ready for you.

Before even getting two steps into the room, you were engulfed in a tight hug. Rin was never one to really give hugs, only in special situations like this one for example.

"Wanna talk about it over your favorite tea that your best friend made for you because he cares?" Rin asked into your hair, trying to gauge your emotional state right now.

"Yeah, yeah. That's fine." You replied, not trying to let the new line of tears fall.

Within twenty minutes you were done explaining how long you've felt neglected by 'Tsumu and you hated using that word too. After thirty minutes you were trying to get Rin to not call Osamu, which would just make things worse for you.

"'Samu, you need to talk some sense into your shitty twin." Were the only words spoken by Rin before you tried grabbing the phone from him. That's when you got a facetime call from Osamu.

"Ugh, now look at what you've done. You made him facetime us." You rolled your reddish eyes at Suna who just put his hands up in defense.

"What happened, Y/n?" Osamu's face showed up on the phone screen, concerned tracing over his features most likely due to your appearance, you thought.

You sighed, "It's just 'Tsumu. We had a bad argument." You didn't really want to go into it in depth like you did with Suna only because looking at 'Samu was like staring Atsumu in the eyes.

"How bad? Need me ta' talk some sense inta' him fer ya?" The phone screen started blurring a bit as you watched Osamu start getting up and shuffling around.

"No!" You cleared your throat from embarrassment. "I mean, no 'Samu, that won't be necessary, okay? He just said some mean words and I did too so it's not like I'm all innocent either." You eluded eye contact to phone 'Samu until Rin shouted from behind you.

"Yeah, but he told her not to fuck any man she sees when she left, 'Samu." Rin's irritated voice spoke right after your own.

"Oh, that sonofa--don't worry, Y/n. I gotcha." And with that, the facetime call hung up. You stared at the black screen, not sure of what to do now either.

You groaned, "Rin, I don't want to think anymore tonight." You slumped on the expensive couch that he had. It had such a luxurious and soft velvet feeling, which could definitely be able to easily put you to sleep.

"Need me to get the drinks?" He asked, gesturing at the kitchen. Rin had his own bar in his house for some reason. It never failed to amaze you on all the hobbies he was able to pick up, and for this one it was bartending at his house.

"I'm good. I'm just going to shower and sleep, if that's fine. I don't want to deal with Miya's' shit anymore." And that made you pause. Did you really not want to deal with him anymore or was it his behavior?

Quite frankly you didn't know but you'd rather get black out drunk than think about it.

"Okay, well you know where everything is so. I'll be around if you need me. I'm here for you." Sunarin glanced back at you once more before leaving and it brought back memories of when you both were in high school too.

Suna was always there for you. Always knew how to crack you up and comfort you when you were sad. He's always been the best, especially when he welcomed you into the Miya twin's antics too.

While you were getting ready to sleep your sorrows away, Atsumu was ten minutes away wondering when you were going to come home. He's too proud to send you a text first of course, especially after those malicious words to you that he never thought he'd say to you.

He sat on the couch with his phone in his hand, his hair a mess after running his fingers through it to keep him calm. He was hesitant to text or call you to ask if you were coming home or going to leave him. That thought made his heart drop into his ass. So, he was about to dial the next best thing, his twin.

That's when he got a call himself from none other than his own twin. The blonde cursed under his breath, knowing you probably talked to 'Samu first.

"Hey, 'Samu."

"Don't 'Hey, 'Samu' me. I heard what ya said to Y/n. Now what tha fuck were ya thinkin' talkin' to a woman like that?" Osamu's voice came out in such an irritated, almost angry tone that it took aback Atsumu.

"She's tha one who talked 'bout leavin' me! 'Samu, is she at yer place? S’gettin' late, and she hasn't come back yet." He couldn't help but to run another hand into his already messed up hair.

"'Tsumu, get yer shit together or she's gonna fuckin' leave yer ass. And quite frankly? I don't blame 'er. Ya were bein' a real piece of dickwad shit ya'know?" 'Samu scoffed on the other side of the phone as Atsumu tried to beg once again of where you were at.

"'Samu, I know that okay?" He got up and paced around the living room. "I just, God, I don't know how ta' get her ta' forgive me when I was bein' like that."

"'M not goin' to give you all tha answers but ya need to make it up to her and actually be sincere about it. Now stop messin' around, you already bought a ring, dumbass. Ya watch yerself too, there's plenty of guys who know how to treat a woman right."

Before Atsumu could say anything or question what his brother meant by that, he heard the familiar beeping of the phone call ending.

"What tha fuck?" 'Tsumu thought aloud, even though there was no one home to hear him.

Before Atsumu could even let his brain process, his body was up and moving around. Soon, he realized he was making a little get-away for the two of you guys. It was like he woke up from a hazy dream he was sleeping in and needed to take control before he lost someone that he never thought he'd lose.

Soon enough, a get-away was planned for the two of you and Atsumu had made sure enough to spoil the hell out of you by leaving a lot of detailed instructions too.

He paid for a suite hotel room, ordered your favorite bouquet of flowers to surprise you in the bathroom, arranged a spa day for the two of you and a manicure and pedicure especially for you, champagne, and dinner reservations every night.

He also rented your favorite movies, shitty snack foods that you love, and he hates, rose petals in the room for when you both arrive and fake candles because he didn't want to accidentally burn down the room.

He only hoped that you wouldn't leave him the next time he saw you. Atsumu prayed to anything and everything that he would get another chance and be able to apologize to you before you could even say anything.

After collecting everything he needs and packing a bag for you and him, he was on his way to Suna's, determined to come to you and apologize the right way.

Atsumu knew you like the back of his hand, if you weren't with 'Samu then you were with Suna. The more he starts to think about how much he's missed you and hasn't really seen or talked with you in a while, it hurts. He could see why you wanted to dump his ass.

He had to make it right; he thought after he quickly parked and got out of the car. His skin chilled not only because of the weather but knowing you probably walked through this upset after he said words he wishes he could take back now.

Banging on the door, he didn't waste any time calling for you, "Sunarin! Open up, I know Y/n's in there!" He shouted, not caring that it was well late into the night either.

After a few moments of dogs barking and a couple front porch lights turning on due to his loudness, the door finally opened. Instead of Suna, like Atsumu originally thought, it was you instead.

The harsh knocking woke you up first since you had been sleeping on the couch and it's not like you could ignore it either. 'Tsumu was very adamant about things like this.

You opened the door quickly to cease his pounding on it and was met with familiar eyes that seemed to long for you.

"What do you want?" You cut to the chase, not wanting to hear the familiar sweet-talk he would always use to get out of you being frustrated with him.

"I'm-I'm here ta apologize ta ya Y/n." Atsumu's heart was pounding at the sight of you. Now he always thought you were beyond gorgeous but right now with your hair a mess and red, tired eyes he couldn't help but to feel terrible because he was the cause of this. Of your pain.

"Don't want to hear." You said, shutting the door, planning to ignore his advance of receiving your forgiveness. That is, until his foot was blocking the doorway.

"Please, please Y/n. Jus' let me apologize fer hurtin' ya. Please." He begged, wearing down at your already weary state. You were supposed to be pissed at him for the shit he's caused you, granted you have thought about ending things but now you're not so sure.

"Fine," You stated, leaving the door cracked to where you could shut it if needed be.

"Thank ya," He took a deep breath in before continuing. "I realized after ya left that I was bein' petty about our argument, and even before then too. I haven't been tha best boyfriend lately 'nd you deserve better from me. I'm goin’ ta be better fer ya startin' right now."

The emotion in his eyes as he started became thicker and so did the tightness in your throat. This was all you wanted, a promise that he would be better for you, so you didn't have to beg him to love you like you needed.

You didn't say anything, "I'm sorry fer spoutin' some shit like I did before ya left. I was jus' so mad and exhausted which isn't an excuse, I know." He ran a hand through his hair like earlier.

"I jus' hope ya can forgive me fer bein' so stupid. I realized that I could actually lose ya, yaknow? And that—it really scared me." He finished, hope and nervousness filling his eyes as he waited for a response, a movement, anything from you.

You took a sharp intake of air, "I was going to leave you, you know. I was tired of your shit and being treated like shit from you. I won't hesitate anymore the next time something like this happens, I'll just leave." You glared at the man who has your heart. You didn't want to forgive him but something so small, so tiny had told you to.

Atsumu looked so relieved as he blew out a sigh. "Thank ya, hon. Really. Thank ya so much." He reached through the door opening and hugged a bit of you that he could get.

Seeing your rugged state and blotchy eyes was something he never wanted to see again, especially if he was the cause of it.

"Can ya come with me?" He asked, in hopes of you saying yes. Since you had already stated that you weren't leaving him, his other part of treating you well was still needed to do.

You glanced backwards to make sure you both haven't woken up Suna and then nodded. You presumed that continuing what else that was supposed to happen would be best at your house instead of Suna's.

As you gathered your bag and folded the blanket on the couch, you sent Rin a quick text that you were headed home and would update him.

Getting into the warm car made you fight back the urge to fall asleep, knowing that you would be home within less than five minutes. However, that didn't stop the nulling of the ride from easing you to rest again.

Atsumu was thankful that you had fallen asleep in the car. The hotel was a few towns over, and he didn't really want to explain to you why he was taking a different route. Not to mention that it was the middle of the night too.

He was becoming tired after the hour and a half drive, but he fought to stay awake to check into the hotel and surprise you.

"Honey, hon, wake up." He nudged your shoulder, trying to wake you up gently.

"Hm? Are we home?" You asked, peeling your eyes open, except you weren't in your driveway. You were at a hotel; it was a very tall and large building at that too.

"Atsumu, why are we at a hotel?" You suspiciously asked, an eyebrow raised hoping that he didn't think he was getting lucky just because you forgave his behavior.

"Its'a surprise, come on honey. The valets are goin' to park our car fer us." He said, smiling and gathered a suitcase that you didn't even realize was in the backseat.

You followed along with your brows furrowed and confusion written all over your face. After checking in and getting the room key, Atsumu handed it to you, "I'll carry yer backpack too, ya can get the door, hon."

You assumed he was trying to be sweet and kiss ass since he hurt you but at the same time you felt bad because you had yet to apologize for your hurtful words to him as well.

The carpet of the floors was gentle as you walked down the long hallway and finally reached your room. Number 528 on the gold plate of the door.

You swiped the room key card, and the click was heard as you pushed open the ungodly heavy door. Immediately, you gasped.

The room was absolutely beautiful, red rose petals were scattered throughout the room, and fake candles lit up around the room as well. The lavender scent cascaded through it too, your eyes began to water, you couldn't believe that this was all for you.

"'Tsumu, did you do all of this?" You asked, breathlessly, your voice in your throat hitched as you turned towards him.

"Yes, I did. M’sorry fer hurting ya, hon, I promise. I'll be better fer ya from now on. I swear." You closed the distance between you and him as he let go of the door and it shut.

"I'm sorry too. I also said some hurtful words that I promise I didn't mean. I was just angry and wanted to be treated better by you." You sincerely said, happy now that apologies were out of the way, and he had gone out of his way to plan something like this for you.

"What about practice tomorrow?" You pulled back from the hug you had engulfed him in.

"I took some days offa work fer ya." He smirked his usual, "I gotta make sure ya feel loved yaknow?" Atsumu picked you up and carried you to the bed.

The white bedsheets were a stark contrast from the red rose petals you started playing with. 'Tsumu un-did the covers for you and tucked you in not before shutting the lights and getting in himself.

"I'm sorry this all happened so late, we should sleep in." He murmured from behind you. His warmth radiates like a heater to put you to sleep.

You didn't say anything about the half hard thing poking you in the back as you drifted off to sleep. Neither did 'Tsumu as he shifted his hips away from your ass to make you understand that he didn't expect sex from you.

"S'okay 'Tsumu." You mumbled before drifting to sleep with him holding you. He was glad you both made up, but he was more so excited to treat you well over these next few days.

After four days of gifts, love, and sweet-talking from Atsumu, you were getting needy, and you both knew it. It had started with him treating you to dinner every single night, breakfast in bed, kisses and random hip grabs throughout the days and even a spa day too.

It was like falling in love all over again from high school. This was the love you craved from your boyfriend. And naturally, it made you want to give him something special. Atsumu hadn't even been the slightest bit sexual with you since this little get-away had started, and that makes you feel all the wilder.

That's how you got yourself in the predicament now. You both were back into the hotel, getting changed for bed. You specifically wore your sexiest pajamas just for his eyes. He told you that tonight was a movie and snack night instead of fancy dining. You were all for it and enjoyed every second of being with him.

However, halfway through the movie, you couldn't help but to shift a lot more. Not really paying attention to the movie but to how you could tell you were having an effect on Atsumu.

You could see it as his jaw clenched and his eyes were fixated on the movie instead of how you were purposefully rubbing your ass on him with the excuse that you're just getting settled.

The dam broke for him and you when you didn't stop grinding on him but instead was using him to get yourself off and a moan slipped out. Suddenly the TV was shut off and you opened your lidded eyes to look over at your boyfriend.

"Y/n. What...?" Atsumu choked out, understandably trying to hold off on the need to make love to you.

"I'm sorry, 'Tsumu. I just want you so bad," You mewled, happy with the work you meticulously planned.

"Ya do? God, fuck, I've been waitin' fer ya ta say somethin'." Atsumu groaned out, as you gave him consent to whatever was about to happen between the two of you.

His strong hands flipped you around to your back and you gasped, forgetting that being a volleyball planner and hitting the gym a lot can cause him to manhandle you.

It's definitely been a while since you both have had sex.

He stuck a hand in your pajama shorts, realizing that you hadn't even put on any underwear either and groaned with need. His cock was painstakingly hard by now from your earlier ministrations.

"Fuck, yer so hot. So needy fer not wearin' any panties too." He chuckled with need.

Soon, you were positioned into a mating press, your legs folded against your naked chest. Above you, Atsumu was roughly giving you the pleasure you needed because with every thrust he gave, his trimmed pubic hair would rub your clit.

You couldn't help the moans that he tore out of you, missing the way he hurts you so bad by going a bit too hard.

"Uhg, fuck, I can't-" You moan to Atsumu, his eyes directly focused on the way his cock disappears inside of your pussy and the white ring you've formed on him.

God, he loved you.

"Yes, ya can. Yer not cummin' yet," He groaned as you squeezed him more when he started rubbing your clit in circles, which made your hips buck and head thrown back.

"Fuck, fuck, ah-" Atsumu's hips stuttered, the pleasure becoming too much and was on the brink of finishing inside your fertile cunt.

When your orgasm crashed onto you, your body shook, and legs tried to flail under his grasp. The tightness eventually stopped ‘Tsumu's thrusts as his hips bucked into yours as he came. You both tried to catch your breath but before Atsumu could stop his mouth he said, "Marry me." breathlessly to you.

Your head snapped out of the fog it was trapped in, and you widen your eyes, "What?" You finally out, your surprise of what he said taking over the moment.

"Marry me, Y/n. I love ya." Atsumu said, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his cock still inside of you, and the sweat from your bodies becoming much too hot.

"This isn't tha romantic moment I had planned, but m’serious 'bout marryin' ya." He firmly stated his hands on your hips as he gently pulled out of you to delicately pull you close to him.

"Uh, yes!" You laughed into his chest, what a dork.

You weren't expecting him to propose, especially when he got out of bed and reached into his black dress pants pocket and pulled out a fucking ring.

A huge ring at that.

Now your mouth was agape, you hadn't expected him to have actually bought the ring already. You teared up when he asked if you wanted to put it on, to which you nodded.

It fit like a glove; you were touched.

"I love you so much 'Tsumu, so much."

a/n: i hope you guys liked this! it was almost 5k words lol, i hope tsum tsum wasn't too ooc <3

[toruro]

chasing that feeling

pairing: beomgyu x f reader

tags: smut (18+), toxic relationship hehe 😿, semi public sex, pet names (baby, angel)

w/c: 770+

all of your friends hate your trashy boyfriend beomgyu.

you can't really blame them though ... he kinda sucks. canceled on you last minute two weeks ago; soobin was the unfortunate soul who had to console you over the phone, watching you as your eyes watered up in your pretty pink dress, fat tears rolled down your blush painted cheeks.

beomgyu tried to make it up with you with flowers the next day, 'cept he forgot that your favorites are daisies and got you roses instead. you keep telling yourself that it's the thought that counts.

taehyun's always asking you why you keep goin' back ... you don't have the heart to tell him the real reason.

you don't have the goddamn dignity to admit that it's because after everything—all the tears, all the shut doors, all the "gyu, i'm done's"—you always manage to end up in the same position—

"oh fuck, angel," beomgyu grunts from behind you, pelvis slamming into the softness of your ass. "this cunt's s'tight—shit, angel you're suckin' me in," he murmurs, sinking his fat cock in so deep you gasp loudly, lurching over the bathroom sink.

you don't even wanna think about how you got here; you were standing in front of the pub for almost half an hour, waiting for beomgyu who promised he'd be there fifteen minutes earlier, and right when you made the decision to take the high road and head home in defeat, he was running down the street with sweat beading down his forehead.

maybe you shouted at him a little. cried a little. tried to walk away. told him to go home aline. told him you don't deserve this.

beomgyu thought different, of course, and a hand on your wrist soon turned into a tug and suddenly you find yourself pressed against the counter in the tiny bathroom of the pub, skirt pushed over your ass and panties shoved to the side.

"love this pussy so fuckin' much," he groans, pulling his hips back so his cock slips out halfway before sloppily shoving it back in. one of his hands holds a steady grip on your hip, the other trailing up your back and finding purchase on your neck, just below jaw so that his index and middle fingers can hook upwards and into your mouth.

unconsciously, your lips wrap around them, tongue swiping over the pads of his fingers as you try not to lose yourself in the feeling of all the pretty veins and curves of his cock pressing up against your hot, tight walls.

"beo-beomgyu we can't—oh," you moan quietly, closing your lips around the rough pads of his fingers once more in hopes to keep your noise level down when he jams his cock further inside of you, grinding into you so that his balls rub against your clit. "can't be loud," you manage to gasp out when he gives you a second of peace, stilling inside of you once he's bottomed out.

"'nd why's that baby?" beomgyu mutters, fingers around your hips digging in further when he gifts you another powerful thrust. "seems like we're both havin' fun ... aren't we?" his voice is low and raspy, and you're trying—you're trying so fucking hard not to get lost but it only takes you a few seconds to give in and relent.

beomgyu's ramming into you now; fingers slipped out of your mouth a few moments ago so he could situate both hands on your waist and pull your warm, dripping back into him so the tip of his dick kisses your cervix with every messy thrust.

there's a mix of both your arousal every where now, but as your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head and beomgyu begins moaning your name in small huffs—telling you that you're the "best fuckin' angel alive ..,,, prettiest thing in the world when you're being fucked with his cock ...,," that he "can't get enough of you" ....

you don't even know why you bother trying to fight it anymore. no matter how many tears, no matter how many long nights of arguments where you tell yourself it'll be the last, no matter how many hours you waste waiting for him ... you'll always chase the feeling of his hot breath fanning down on your neck when he finally leans over, murmuring 'bout how he's "gonna cum baby, cum w'me please ..."

and of course you do, because beomgyu might be a trashy boyfriend, but he's your boyfriend, and you have no plans on letting him go.

[sharkboywrites]

Hi, could I make a request for Ace, Leona, and Deuce (or just Leona tbh) with a gn or male mc? Tl;Dr: He tries to impress mc, but somehow does something super cringe worthy and messes up the vibe. Here's a more detailed explanation below, also so sorry if this doesn't make sense/is super long, I'm high and the idea came to me in a prophecy. Hope you're havin' a good night/day :)

He does something to try and impress mc and be romantic/cute. But what they do is actually super cringey to the point where it gives mc secondhand embarrassment. they're trying to be nice about it bc they love their bf, but it's super obvious that they're cringing and it's super awkward and funny (for literally everyone else). And maybe it ends with them laughing about it or something, but the idea just popped into my head and I thought it was funny.

A/n: omg I love this request. I really love Ace and Deuce they’re honestly some of my favorites (although I can’t really pick favorites). Also first writing from my phone because I can’t use my computer rn.

Ace, Deuce, and Leona x male reader, characters do embarrassing things trying to impress their boyfriend, reader is yuu

Ace Trapola

- If there’s anything Ace loves other than you, it’s basket ball

- It makes him feel confident and like he’s the coolest guy on the planet

- And so does his boyfriend. So what amazing idea does he come up with?

- Well why not combine both?

- And that’s how you go invited to one of his games

- In his mind, this is perfect, a basketball game with his amazing boyfriend cheering him on from the sidelines, what could be more perfect?

- Or that’s how he sees it…

- He’s not doing… great per say

- In reality he’s missing passes, Bradley able to catch a pass himself, and the sneaker squeaking is starting to drive you crazy

- But you sit there really, really, trying to be supportive

- The final straw is when he takes a shot and instead of going into the basket, it comes right back at him and hits him directly in the face

- Of course you run up to him and make sure he’s okay

- But once he confirms he’s fine, you can’t help but burst into laughter

- It takes you a minute to calm down and when you do Ace is all pouty

- He’ll be mad at you for a bit but he gets over it eventually

- And once he does he admits that yeah, he was doing pretty bad

- It’s now an inside joke between the two of you, you bring it up any time you can

Deuce Spade

- Deuce’s magic is… interesting

- He can summon massive things and personally thinks that it’s really impressive

- But really, it’s only useful in certain situation and when he can actually summon something on purpose

- He thinks that it would be so impressive to use his magic in potions to help you out

- The way he imagines it, you can’t use magic and you’ll be so impressed by his abilities that you’ll thank him by showering him with affection

- Let a man dream, okay?

- What actually happens is a disaster

- He ends up summoning the usual cauldron, which makes a mess of the project the two of you were working on

- You really did try to tell him it was okay, but on the inside it feels like you’re dying

- The both of you end up having to clean the mess and have to start the project over

- The two of you bud up in his room at the end of the day, him with his face in his hands and you doing your best to comfort him just because he’s so embarrassed

- But hey, he did get that affection he wanted in the end so to him, it’s a win

Leona Kingscholar

- Leona doesn’t usually get up and do much

- As you’re definitely aware, Leona’s favorite activity is napping, especially with you

- But when spelldrive practice came up, he couldn’t waste an opportunity to show off how cool he was to his boyfriend

- And guess what? He invited you to join in with practice

- Great…

- It’s not that you don’t enjoy spending time with Leona it’s just that… you’re not very good at this sport, especially with no magic

- Everyone tried to help you out but it was clear that you were just there because Leona wanted you there

- And during practice, you had a repeat of what happened in this first spelldrive

- Frisbee to the head again

- Listen Leona didn’t know his magic was gonna go haywire and hit you

- He’s quickly by your side, making sure you’re okay

- When you finally get your bearings, thankfully not getting knocked out this time, you can’t help but start laughing

- You don’t think you’ve ever seen Leona’s face get redder

- After that practice gets called off and Leona drags you off to his room

- You’re forced to lay there for however long Leona decides to keep you

- in his words this was your “punishment for embarrassing him”

- In reality, he felt bad for hurting you, but he wouldn’t admit it because he’s all grumpy

- So you lay there, petting his hair as he hugs you close, and also with an ice pack on your currently bruising forehead

I honestly had so much fun with writing this. Writing these three characters are honestly so fun. Currently trying to get as many requests as I can done because I’m definitely running behind on these, sorry. Ty for reading and have a great day

[heartfullofleeches]

Ive become such a big fan of your writing and of so many of your ocs!! Incredibly down bad for several beans i wanna give em all a leetol forehead smooch

Heres some silly questions!

- for gemini/gemi , how would they react to havin a short lover ;v; imagining the size difference kills me!!

- BALLPIT ELDRITCH GOD AAA, i wanna give all their hands highfives!!! Would they be down for silly hand games ?( like rock paper scissors!)

- For Cholly! If they ever became the equivalent of a sexy tumblrman..whats their reaction?

Thank you again for your amazing writing!! I hope u have a good day!!! 💜💝💜

Gemi/Gemini: Unless they're a supernatural entity themselves, the twins' darling will always be shorted with how big they are expect for human form where they're somewhere over 6 ft. To answer your question - they love it. All Gemini thinks about is drowning you in kisses and carrying you around like the doll you are to them - but fears hurting you and also wants to somewhat respect your personal space. With Gemi, you never leave their arms and they will get pouty if you try to get around without them.

Both love making outfits for you, and they always fall in love all over again seeing you nestled in their feathers in bed or whenever they're taking a break from a long day at the lab

Ball pit entity: They would be delighted! Anything that's gets you to stay longer and interact with them is their new favorite passtime, but games are always so fun. I imagine a silly scenario where you battle from all at once and they'd either all lose to make you happy or win if the prize was getting you to stick around even longer

Cholly: Like some real life celebrities, they'd be deeply flattered, but try not to pay too much mind as they're already happily married to the love of their live if they had a darling beforehand. If their darling was one of these fans Cholly would sit on your bed, kicking their feet, reading aloud every little thing you've posted about them or reenacting scenes from fics/art you've posted or reblogged.

Reboot Cholly is pretty much the same, but that cocky brat will drop not so subtle hints to fans. -

"I'm glad you think I'm attractive. That's something you - and my even hotter spouse have in common."

[zablife]

Could we please please PLEASE get a part two of “Happiness is a Butterfly” ? It’s so heartbreaking!!🥺🥺🥺poor reader!!

Hi lovely, I'm pleased to hear you enjoyed the fic enough to want more! I hadn't planned on writing a second part, but as I stopped to consider it, my mind went wild with possibilities if Johnny found out the reader didn't follow his instructions. If you're curious how he reacted to the news she kept the baby, you can read it under the cut. Warnings: This is a very dark version of Johnny and it's def OOC so don't come for me!! I explored another side of him here that even scares me. Threats of violence!!

As Johnny's best friend Brucie kept watch for him those first few months, his eyes and ears trained on you to be sure you didn't do something stupid like approach Betty in the market or outside the girls' school. He soon realized it was a waste of time because you didn't have a vengeful bone in your body. You resumed a quiet, and somewhat lonely, life on the other side of town almost immediately. However, the more he followed you, noticing a routine of doctor's visits and frequent stops in the children's boutique downtown, he came to a damning conclusion. You were still pregnant.

Though Johnny seemed keen to know about this detail of your life so he could ensure you did as he asked, something always stopped Brucie from confiding it, his benevolent nature outweighing his loyalty. Who was he to say you didn't deserve to keep your child? And you'd asked nothing in return so far as he could tell, cutting ties with Johnny and the Vandals. So against his better judgement he returned home for good to keep your secret.

It was a decision he would come to regret as he sat waiting for the January meeting to begin, passing Gail a beer as she chatted idly with Johnny. The words seemed frozen on her lips even as she uttered them, Brucie's jaw going slack at the mention of your name. "Yeah, the kid's big as a house! Who woulda thought she'd be havin' a little one so soon, huh?"

Johnny's face hardened into an unreadable mask, careful not to show any outward signs of shock or surprise. However, Brucie knew his friend well enough to recognize the silent rage building behind his eyes. His pursed lips turned to an insincere smile as he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "So who's the lucky guy?" he prodded, looking between Brucie and Gail.

The tightness in Brucie's chest grew until he could no longer stand it, reaching for a cigarette to distract himself with some small measure of comfort. Corky and Wahoo played a game of pool in the corner, the harsh clack of breaking pool balls punctuating the silence as they began circling the table to line up the next shot.

Gail shrugged, "Some no account she was seein' over the summer. I don't remember anybody comin' around though, do you?" she asked casually before adding, "Anyway, he ain't gonna help. Sad, huh?" Swiveling in her chair, she turned to her husband. "Brucie, honey, that reminds me. I promised her you'd go over and shovel the stairs. They're covered in snow and ice."

"Sure," he replied with a slow exhale of smoke, accepting the kiss she placed on his cheek as she excused herself from the table.

Johnny took a moment to light a cigarette as he waited for Gail to walk out of earshot, eventually ducking his head in quiet conference. "You know Betty's cousin took a bad fall this time last year. It's a real shame when accidents happen, ain't it?" he mused, eyes roving over Brucie's to be sure he understood.

Brow knit with concern over the implication, Brucie shook his head against the idea, "Don't do this, you're not thinkin' straight."

Fist pounding against the table hard enough to rattle the scores of empty beer bottles, Johnny seethed, "Me? You had a chance to tell me and you didn't!" He inhaled deeply, collecting himself before adding ominously, "so now this has to happen a different way."

Brucie looked away as indignation kindled a fire inside him. He set his jaw tightly before he ground out his firm reply. "She didn't do anything wrong, Johnny. You gonna punish her for your sins?"

Johnny scoffed, "And I suppose you're Mother Theresa?" Pointing his cigarette at his friend he growled, "You forget the times I protected you, all the years we known each other." He held Brucie's gaze with a knowing look before Brucie tore his eyes away, stabbing the butt of his cigarette into the table forcefully.

Brucie bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, swallowing harshly as he realized this was an argument he wouldn't win. If it wasn't him, Johnny would send someone else.

Seeing the look of resignation wash over Brucie's face, Johnny sat back in his chair and propped his feet on the table, lacing his hands over his stomach with a satisfied nod. "That's what I thought."

[snowblossomreads]

Day 24: Christmas Party

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x Fem!Reader

Summary: David and [Y/n] make another trip to the evidence room to avoid the precinct's Christmas party and to have a party of their own.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Office Sex, Daddy Kink, One Spank lol, Age Gap, Teasing, Penetrative Sex, Getting Caught, (again don't have sex in the evidence room at the police station)

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: We end Rickmas how we started it! With Detective Friedman getting into some smutty shenanigans but this time with his partner in crime 🤣🤣 Enjoy this smutty finale!

Another year, another shitty Christmas party with headache-inducing music and cheap food that he had to suffer through at the behest of the precinct's captain.

David swore the only reason he was able to get through them in years past was because of the alcohol he would knock back before he entered the building.

But as a sober man, he now had to endure it with a clear head which of course didn't lift his mood, nor did it make it any better when he spotted Monica, his ex-wife strolling in with Matty Grimes.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed under his breath as he turned around, not in the mood to make eye contact or chat with them.

While he didn't particularly dislike her, even though she married his coworker, which still left a bad taste in his mouth, they did still have their little girl together. And because of that, he be damned if he didn't try to make sure that they at least had a civil relationship.

But Matty Grimes, that piece of shit could go fuck himself.

Knocking back the rest of his sparkling non-alcoholic grape juice and sulking, he went looking for the other person he knew would be happy to commiserate with him.

It didn't take him long to find [Y/n], who was wearing a festive reindeer headband sitting at her desk on the other side of the building. The music was a lot less intrusive in this area, but it still could be heard along with some muffled chatter. Better than nothing though.

"Comin' over here to tell me how much fun you're havin' at the party?" [Y/n] asked while paging absentmindedly through a thick folder of case reports as he slid a chair close to her desk.

She knew full well he was having the worst time of his life, considering how much shit-talking and complaining he had done the entire time on the way to the place. Not that she blamed him though, she wasn't very keen on them either and had decided to busy herself with paperwork that needed to be filed. It was a good excuse to avoid people you didn't want to talk to.

"About as much fun as you're havin' sortin' out all them files you got there," he snarked, laying his chin on his hands that were folded on top of the desk. "Shouldn't you also be out there mingling with the folks, smoochinzin? I know you youngins like that stuff."

Putting the folder down, and turning her chair to face him, [Y/n] raised an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at her lips.

"David Friedman you know I ain't about to play kiss ass with folks. Plus," she simpered, her eyes narrowing playfully at him. "I'm not too keen on getting hit on by one of them drunk deputies who like to play grab ass with any woman they see."

This caught David's attention and seemed to rile him up a little as he sat straight up in the chair, his arms crossing against his chest and a frown growing on his thin lips.

"And which one of them boys are you talkin' about?" He growled, his eyes glinting dangerously at the mere thought of some little boy playing cop and talking to [Y/n] in any other way than professional.

That deep rumble of his, and the way he stared at her like a predator eyeing his prey had a shock of thrill running down her spine and down to her stomach that tingled at the gaze. He only looked at her that way when he was getting ready to be balls deep in her, and by the possessiveness in his tone, they were probably in for a party of their own if she played it right.

"Oh you know, the regular ones," she said, shrugging her shoulder nonchalantly as if she hadn't just admitted that she had been getting hit on by their coworkers.

It shouldn't have been surprising considering how she was one of the few female detectives in a profession mostly dominated by males. And plus, she was good as shit at her job and cute so why shouldn't they be hitting on her even if she only had eyes for the man leering at her.

"There's more than one?" He huffed, quickly getting up to his feet, the rolling chair he had been sitting on getting pushed down the aisle as he eyed [Y/n].

"Well yeah, since no one knows that you and me are a thing, a few of them stay tryin' to shoot their shot. I let 'em down gently and all, but it sure is hard keepin' away. I mean I am a cutie pie, aren't I?

"Mhmm, you sure are, and taste just as sweet as pie doll," David purred lowly, his voice causing her to bite the inside of her mouth to muffle any noise as he went to stand in front of her. "But I guess we gonna have to fix all that flirtin' they be throwin' you're away aren't we?"

"Yes, sir we are," [Y/n] grinned, standing up from her desk. "Any ideas, Detective?" His title fell from her lips in a sweet honeyed purr while her fingers went to play with his loosened tie.

Leaning down, David brushed his lips against hers, catching her breath as her eyes darted around to make sure no one saw them this close together. 

"Oh, I got a few up my sleeves doll," he answered before he was devouring hers in a hungry kiss and sending a thrill of pleasure down her spine and in between her thighs.

An eager and throaty moan slipped out of her as he slid his tongue into her mouth, muffling any noise from her as he swirled the slick muscle around her own. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her close as her own hand found itself buried in his hair as she kissed him back with as much fervor as she could muster. A blaze of desire grew in her belly and rushed down to her pussy that began to throb while David felt his cock twitch in his pants as they made out in basically plain sight.

Pulling away breathlessly and panting from the lust inducing kiss they both shared, they both eyed each other with hungry looks. Looks that conveyed the same message.  

The evidence room.

Throwing her little headband onto the desk which messed some of the paper up, they said nothing to each other as they scanned the room making sure the coast was clear of lurking coworker.

Once they were sure they were in the clear, they quickly made their way down the hallway and down some stairs to the locked evidence room that had seen its fair share of action when it came between the two. 

Wholly illegal yes, but hey, when you were in need of a quickie, it was a discreet place considering only a few people had access to it. Themselves included being evidence custodians and all that. Plus, the department had other, more corrupt things that needed to be investigated, and them fucking in the evidence room was way at the bottom of the list of things if they had to say so.

Unlocking the door and ushering them in, [Y/n] closed the door in a hurry before she felt David press her flush against the door, her back against his chest and his erection rubbing against her.

"Mm fuck daddy yes," [Y/n] groaned as he attacked her exposed neck, nibbling and sucking at the tender skin with the intent to leave as many bruises on her to get his point across. 

His hands roamed greedily all over her front, dipping underneath the blouse she was wearing and causing her to shiver as his hands ghosted over her belly. Trailing his hands up her front while his lips continued to leave marks on her neck, David shoved his hands underneath her bra and grabbed her breast roughly causing her to squeak as he began the handle her tits roughly. Squeezing and pulling her nipples that stood to attention as he played with them.

"Dave!" She squealed breathlessly as a strong tingling sensation shot through her chest and down to her pussy as he continued to pull at the sensitive nubs. 

There was an edge of pain with his touch, yet, the pleasure that bloomed through her when he would massage the buds to soothe the ache he caused had her throwing her head back against his shoulder as he continued his ministrations.

"That's right," he grunted lowly in her ears, causing the fire in her belly to strengthen as he stroked her breast and ground his hips against her causing more wetness to pool in her panties. "Gonna show them boys you don't need them. Already got your hands full with me don't you?" He asked, pressing his hips against her behind once more for emphasis.

"And vice versa," she giggled considering that he did currently have a hand full of her. This caused him to chuckle as he squeezed her once more causing her giggle to morph into a soft groan. "And I'm sure none of them can make me scream like you do~."

She couldn't see it, but her words caused a little cocky smirk to grow on David's lips and it made his erection more prominent, something that she could feel and let out a tiny whimper about.

"Ain't that right, I guess we should go 'head and test that out shouldn't we?" He smirked as he slid his hands from underneath her shirt, only to go and tug at her skirt and underwear that came down with ease. 

The fabrics pooled on the floor, and [Y/n] stepped out of them and pushed them aside with her foot. She then planted her hands on the back of the door and bent at her waist, allowing David all the access he needed to her.

"Mhm, no complaints from me you know that," she chirped, looking behind and giving him a wink. "Plus we have a Christmas party to get back to. Don't want folks getting suspicious and looking for us!"

Rolling his eyes, David hastily unzipped himself and groaned at the feeling of his cock being free from its confines.

"We sure don't," he hissed as he gripped himself tightly, tugging at the hot flesh that was already leaking with his desire. "Then guess you won't mind if we skipped foreplay?" He asked, already lining himself up with her opening that glistened with her juices.

"Not at all," she purred, wiggling her behind at him and moaning when he gave her a tiny spank. "You can stretch me open with your cock, daddy. You know I can take it."

"Sure do," he growled, leaning over and pressing the tip of him at her opening before slowly sliding into her. "Slutty pussy, fuck, like yours was meant to take dick right?" 

"Mmhmm yeah~" [Y/n] gasped breathlessly at the burn that tore through her as he speared her open with his thick cock that felt never ending as he slid into her. 

The feel of him pushing himself passed that tight ring of resistance inside her had her whimpering and balling her fist as she stretched to accommodate him.

Soft pants, and expletives filled the room as he pushed inside of her, sliding into her inch by inch until finally he had hilted himself all the way in her with a loud groan. Legs trembling, [Y/n] let out a whimper as her insides clenched tightly around him as he made himself home inside her. They stayed still like that for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size as David leaned over her body and planted his lips against her neck.

Tiny mewls escaped her as he began to grind his hips against hers, causing his cock to rub her sensitive channel. It didn't take long before he was grabbing her arms, making her wrist cross in an 'x' behind her as he began to move in earnest.

"Fuck," he huffed breathlessly, hips smacking against hers at a harsh yet steady pace. Each thrust had her dripping at the pleasure that would explode in her belly when he would pull out halfway, only to slam back into her causing her to yelp before moaning. 

It was impossible to stay quiet as he held her hands prisoner while whispering and grunting lines of filth into her ears and punishing her sensitive insides with each thrust. 

"Pussy so tight for me, ugh, bet none of those boys out there, mmm, could make you feel this good." 

"Mhmm made just for me doll, fuck this pussy takes me so well."

Every word he whispered and every thrust delivered had her insides clenching and little cries escaping her as he began to increase the pace. Yet, even with all the noise, she couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be some commotion going on the other side of the door.

The thought of someone overhearing them, and catching them while mortifying, did send a wave of pleasure that jolted her insides and caused both of them to let out a strangled moan as her insides gripped his cock with a vice grip.

D-Dave," she stuttered, struggling to form a coherent thought as her cunt began to spasm at the thought of being caught. The sound of their actives grew louder and louder as her juices began to steadily trickle out of her.

"Someone's, fuck, someone's outside," she gasped, trying to keep her voice down but failing as the heat in her belly grew hotter and hotter. Her legs trembled once again as wave after wave of pleasure was dumped over her each time he would bury himself back in her.

"Then you better learn to be quiet doll," he hissed, not at all slowing his pace. Instead, he seemed to speed up causing her to squeak and moan at the growing pressure building in her abdomen signaling her release was building.  "Unless you want someone walkin' in and seein' this tight little pussy coming all over my cock.'

"Mm, thought you didn't like audiences?" She questioned cheekily before letting out a nosy cry as he slammed his hips against hers hitting that spot in her that had her seeing stars.

A smirk found its way on his lips as he began to thrust harder and faster, causing her jaw to go slack, and her eyes to flutter close as her body flew higher and higher towards that delicious end she had been chasing.

"I don't," he whispered near her ear causing her to shudder. "But guess I'll have to make an exception so folks know you don't need anyone else taking care of this hungry pussy."

And if anyone was outside, boy they did indeed get an earful as David held her wrists with one hand while the other found itself right where both of them were joined. Skillful digits stroked and pressed at [Y/n]'s sensitive bead causing her to shout in surprise as red hot pleasure jolted her nerves. 

His rough thrusts, and his fingers pinching and toying with her, had her exploding in mere moments with a noisy call of his name. It didn't take long after her release before he was filling her to the brim with his warm seed that caused her insides to spasm again at the force of the action. 

They were left panting and groaning as he pushed his cum deeper inside her with a few more lazy thrusts causing her to whine at how sensitive she was. Staying like this for a few moments until both of their bodies seemed to protest at the awkward position, David let [Y/n]'s wrist go before pulling out of her slowly.

The movements caused them both to hiss as he dragged himself out with a wet pop. Standing up and quickly going for her discarded underwear, [Y/n] dragged the articles of clothing back on and winced at the sticky wet feeling of his cum dripping onto the fabric.  

Goddamnit! How many times was she going to have to use the precinct's shower because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves? It wasn't the worst problem to have, but it was annoying. Her little complaint was caught off at the feel of arms wrapping around her waist as a kiss was planted on top of her head.

"I say that was much more excitin' than whatever they got goin' on at that party," David yawned, already feeling drowsy which wasn't great considering they would be there for a few more hours.

Nodding in agreement, she leaned against his chest taking in some of the post coital bliss, or rather as much as she could considering.

"Yeah but I bet someone's probably lookin for us," she sighed, still wary about the noise in the hallway. Though it was much quieter now so maybe whoever it was left and didn't actually hear anything?

Hopefully…

Letting out a loud sigh, David let [Y/n] go, running his hand through his hair to make sure it was his usual amount of disheveled and not the 'I just fucked someone' disheveled. 

"Guess we should be headin' back 'fore people get to putting out missing flyers."

An amused noise left [Y/n] as she nodded and approached the door with him behind her. Swinging the door wide open, her heart immediately dropped into her stomach and she could hear David make an incoherent noise of surprise. Both of them were frozen in their tracks as they came eye to eye with Matty and Monica who also were stunned. 

The silence between them lasted for what felt like hours even if it was literally only seconds. Yet, it didn't make the urge to sink into the floor and disappear any less obvious to [Y/n] who could only think about how they were all getting fired.

Yet, maybe it was thanks to Father Christmas that everyone seemed to acknowledge how comically weird this was. No words were spoken as the married couple stepped back to let the current occupants of the evidence room leave.

There was a nod of acknowledgement between everyone before [Y/n] and Dave were hightailing out of that hallway and back to the stairwell.

Halfway up though, they had to pause because of the laughter neither of them could hold in as they replayed over and over how absurd it was. This party was definitely going to be memorable for both of them for years to come. 

A/N: And that's it folks!!!! I'm so happy with all the things I was able to write this year for Rickmas! 14/24 isn't bad and even better than last year! Maybe in 2024 I'll write for all of them? We shall see. 💖💖💖 Thanks to everyone who have been reading and enjoying these little stories it's been so fun reading comments and writing! Thank you @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event and powering through the prompts even though you're busy!!!! It's been a great time!! Now Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone !! 🎄🎄🎄

[lunas-nargle]

↳ twelve

chapter twelve of “meddle about” series brian o’conner x reader

xii. the club

Y/n decided to go out with a few of her friends. She needed it after the shitty few weeks she's had. After bar hopping for a couple hours, the girls decided to go to this one exclusive club her friend, Adrian, frequently went to. 

Y/n followed the herd of girls, laughing and drunkenly giggling. Y/n wasn't drunk but she was a buzzed enough to feel a bit happier than before. The girls danced and talked happily, but soon enough, Y/n was left alone as her friends were whisked away by random men. 

Y/n stood in the corner, sipping on her strong mixed drink as she just people watched. But soon, her eyes fell on a familiar man, playing pool in the other corner of the room. 

"You're gonna miss." Y/n said, walking towards him. Brian looked up at her, still bent a bit, ready to shoot. "You're aiming too far to the left."

"I have been playing pool a long time, I think I can handle it."

"Oh, yeah," Y/n gestured to the table. "Go on then. Shoot it."

Brian looked back towards his ball, and shot it. As Y/n said, the ball just bounced off the edge of the table. Brian stood up with a beautiful smile on his face. 

"I see you aren't mad at me anymore." he said, walking closer to him. 

"Oh, I'm still pissed, but I'm drunk enough to not be right now." Y/n said, chest to chest with him now. The sight of her cousin walking past them, made Y/n realize what she was doing. She moved back, clearing her throat. "Um, sorry, I'm gonna go get another drink."

She walked over to her cousin and said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Nothing, what the hell are you doing here?" Dom said.

"I told you not to get involved." Y/n said. "To let it go."

"When have I ever listened to you?" Dom retorted making Y/n roll her eyes. 

"It too bad about Dwight." Brian said, walking up behind her. "Havin' the feds raid your house the same night you make the team. That's unfortunate."

"I wish I could say I was surprised to see you here." Dom said. "What's to stop someone from tellin' them you're a cop?"

"Probably the same thing that's keeping me from tellin' 'em why you're really here." Brian retorted. 

"What up, fellas?" a short man came up behind them, patting them both on their shoulders.

"Hey, how you doin'?" Brian said, dabbing the man up. 

"Great. I see you're having a good time." The man looked Y/n up and down. 

"Yeah, a great time." Brian glanced at her with a smile. 

"Come on. Let's have a better time." the man said. "You can even bring the lady." 

Brian stood up, taking Y/n's hand and leading her behind the man, Dom following closely behind. Y/n rolled her eyes and swiftly removed her hand, not wanting to feel those stupid butterflies she got in her stomach.

"How's your car?" the man asked Brian, as he sat down in a rounded seat. "You too a nasty bump."

"It'll be ready." 

"Sweetheart, you don't have to stand, please have a seat." the man said, upon seeing Y/n standing there. The side Dom was sitting on didn't have any room so she was kind of forced to beside Brian. "Hey, Julio, get the pretty lady a drink."

"Yes, sir." one of his henchman said, before going off. Damn this man was powerful. Y/n thought, her eyebrows scrunching.

"I also heard you just got out of County." the man said to Brian. 

"Yeah?" Dom said, grinning.

"Mm-hm." Brian said. 

"You know a guy named Jim Garcia."

"Nah." Brian shook his head, knowing what Dom was trying to do. "Big place. Lots of names, lots of faces."

"And you -- you're wanted by a lot of people, homes." the man said to Dom.

"Man, that kinda heat can't be good for business." Brian said. 

"Yeah, well, that depends on how you look at things." Dom said Brian. "I go down, I do time. I do real time." he added before continuing, looking at the man. "but when I see flashing lights in my mirror, I don't stop."

The man leaned back, looking between the two men, "Do you know each other?" he asked, gesturing between the two. 

"He used to date my cousin." Dom replied, making said woman tense. 

The man grinned, upon seeing the woman's gesture. "You the cousin?"

"Yeah." Y/n said, her voice confident. 

"You're a lucky man." the man said to Brian. "She's beautiful."

"I know." Brian said, glancing towards her. 

"I surprised you're still breathing." the man then raised a shot. "To the ladies we've loved and the ladies we've lost. Salud."

Y/n looked towards Dom. Veins popped out on his forehead. She could sense that he was angry as she seen his jaw clench. Y/n then realized. This man had something to do with Letty's death. 

"So, what's Braga about?" Brian asked, after sitting his now empty shot glass down. 

"You know, he's just one of us." the man said. "Came up from the streets. Down for el barrio. Now he's a shot caller. The boss of bosses. See all these cats in here? Any one of 'em would die for Braga."

"Including you?" Brian questioned. 

the man gave Brian a serious look, "Especially me." A man walked up behind him and whispered something into the man's ear. "Enjoy the party, fellas. Club's yours. Whatever you want -- booze, broads -- it's all good." the man said as he got up from his seat and walked away. 

"Braga's mine." Brian said. "I'm taking the whole house down." 

"Good luck."  Dom said, as girls swarmed him. 

"I wanna help." Y/n said. Dom gave her a look that almost shut her down but she insisted. "She was my friend too. My best friend. I'm gonna help whether you like it or not." 

"No, your not ." Dom said, getting up from his seat and walked through the crowd. Y/n got up from her spot and went after him. She tried looking for him but completely lost him. 

"Y/n!" one of her friends exclaimed. "There you are, come on. Dance with me." 

Y/n looked around, trying to find a glimpse of him. Finally, her search was over when her friend started dragging her to the dance floor where she remained the rest of the night. 

[rowarn]

Heya, Rowarn!

It's ya girl 📑❗ here. How are you doing recently?? I'm doing well! Only one more month for my internship and I'll be done so powering through! 😭

Also THANK YOU FOR PART TWO OF THE HYBRID AU 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

I've been craving some Gaz content so imagine my surprise when I read that HE PICKED US UP WUSHAYSVHSHSHS IM SOLD

Also, where I live (India), summer's coming and lowkey I hate summer😭. What's your favourite season ❓❓

🫶🫶

HI BB <3

i've been better. i'm havin a real gutter ball on mental health rolls these days )-: but we ball and i'm tryin to get thru it!!!!!!! ik it'll pass, it always does!!! i just gotta stick it out!!!!!

AND IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT!!!! i intentionally didn't include his name in the tags bc i wanted ppl to be surprised to see him hehe i knew gaz lovers would be happy to see him pop up in one of my fics finally !!!!! price lovers r still getting paid dust im sorry

my favorite season is probably fall. i live in the southern united states so summer is super brutal here and winters r also pretty bad but i prefer to be cold over hot bc i can always get more warm but when im too hot wtf do i do ???? go naked?????

but i like fall bc it's a little more on the brisk side but not cold. spring is okay but......bugs............so i think fall is my favorite !!!!!

[puppy-coded]

Prom Night{D.H.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Upset Dustin.

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dustin Henderson x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dustin's upset that he has to relive the Snowball but he met a pretty girl so all is well.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: This is completely self-serving because I was alone during both my prom nights.

"Dustin? What's wrong?" Steve asked as soon as the curly-haired boy closed the door.

Dustin wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his blazer and looked up at Steve. "Can you take me home?"

Steve was taken aback by the voice crack of his little brother... er... best friend and leaned on the console. "What?"

"Steve please take me home," Dustin practically begged.

"Why?" Steve asked, concerned for his friend. "What happened?"

Dustin sniffed and hunched over, holding his head in his hands. "It's like the Snowball," He summarized. "Except now it would be embarrassing if a chaperone danced with me instead of cool." He said, running his tongue over his teeth. He had no idea why he was feeling like this but Dustin hated it.

A lot.

Steve put his hand on Dustin's shoulder, attempting to be supportive. "Hey Dustin, man. You can't go home, it's barely been ten minutes," He tried reasoning.

Attempted support.

"All my friends have people to dance with and no one will even look at me." He told Steve loudly, his voice cracking once more.

"Dustin, that's their loss." Steve encouraged. "You're a good kid alright? Nice hair. Great suit. You look like a million bucks."

Dustin looked mildly amused. "Are you seriously recycling a speech right now?" He asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

Steve gripped the back of Dustin's neck and patted his chest before Steve told him the plan. "I have tissues in the glove box, you're gonna wipe your tears, you're gonna go in there and be yourself and have fun."

"But Steve-" Dustin tried, curling his finger back into his fist when Steve shut him down.

"No."

Dustin grabbed the tissues from in front of him and cleaned his face just as Steve had told him to.

"Now go in there and have fun! You'll regret it if you don't," Steve said. He felt like a dad but didn't know how else to get Dustin back inside.

"Steve-uh!" Dustin complained.

"Dustin-uh!" Steve mocked back.

"Fine I'll go."

Dustin had walked back into the Hawkins High gym and saw you in your pretty dress on the bleachers. It hurt his heart. You were so pretty but you just looked so... sad.

He walked up to you and waved, speaking up when he realized you weren't paying attention to him. "Hey."

You jumped and looked up at Dustin. "Hi."

Dustin bounced on the balls of his feet and tried to think of something to say that wasn't stupid. "Havin' fun with the- uh- chips?"

Tried to think of something.

"Oh yeah." You nodded sarcastically. "Best friends." You smiled shyly.

"I'm Dustin." He introduced with a smile. You're so funny...

"Yeah, you're in my math class." You reminded him. "You ask me for a pencil everyday."

"Oh my gods I am so sorry." Dustin panicked, mentally slapping his forehead. "That's embarrassing, can't believe I didn't recognize you."

"At least you're not treating me as invisible. My best friend and her boyfriend are making out in the bathroom right now, definitely pretending I don't exist because why wouldn't they."

Dustin finally sat down next to you on the bleachers. "I know how you feel. All my friends have dates and they're off on their own."

"I haven't even been here five minutes and I wanna go home." You replied, putting your elbow on your knee and resting your head in your hand.

Dustin smiled and suppressed a laugh. He felt the same way. "I just came from my friends car trying to convince him to take me home." He nodded thoughtfully. "He wouldn't. No matter the convincing and telling him I'm reliving the Snowball."

"Snowball?" You turned to look at him with a puzzled look.

Dustin looked equally puzzled. "Yeah from 8th grade?"

"I wasn't here then. I'm from Indianapolis, just came around my sophomore year," You explained.

Dustin's puzzled expression quickly morphed into an ecstatic one. "Whoa! That's so cool!"

"I know!" You responded happily. "I miss home but it's... good for me to be here or whatever," You huffed playfully.

"You're, uh, gods..." He struggled, trying to think of your name. "Mel? No not Mel. Gwe- Gwen doesn't sound right either," He groaned.

"It's (Y/N)." You giggled.

Dustin pointed at you and nodded exaggeratedly. "Yes, that."

"It's been nice talking to you," You told Dustin sincerely, getting up from your spot. "But I think I'm gonna go to my friends car and run her gas out trying to keep myself warm."

A slow song came on and Dustin had a light bulb moment. "Before you go how about just one dance? Then we can say we danced with someone to our friends if they ask and we can feel better about ourselves?" He suggested, trying not to sound nervous.

"Alright."

After your dance you and Dustin came up with the bright idea to get a snack from around town in your fancy outfits.

Steve saw Dustin and was ready to take him home when he realized he was laughing... with a girl. He decided to not ruin that for Dustin.

Dustin needed a night of laughter with a girl, according to Steve. For his self-esteem.

But Steve knew it wasn't a self-esteem thing. You two seemed to click even though he couldn't see you two that well.

He knew he'd be seeing you around with the party for a long time.

✰ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @sw34terw34ther @masivechaos @duchess-of-mischief @magic-is-beauty @rhydianissuperior

[eartheats]

Greetings from Kalos! As you are a steel type trainer, I was wondering if you had any experience with the Tinkaton line? They're also Steel/Fairy type, right, just like Jangle?

@thatoneklefkitrainer

heya there, pleased to meet a fellow appreciator of steel types! i can assure ya that they are indeed, yeah, and they're actually pretty common around the glaseado side of zapapico!

i'm gonna try and keep any biases outta this (i uh. ain't the biggest fan of these guys, let's leave it at that!), since ya seem to know what yer doin'--my experience is mostly limited to battlin' against 'em, and tryin' to make sure they don't get into areas they shouldn't. ya see, tinkatink themselves ain't usually aggressive lil guys? for the most part, tinkatink themselves are just lil guys tryin' to build a nice hammer for themselves, and they usually use a lotta different types of scraps in order to make it for themselves! ya can usually see 'em lookin' for things like orthworm bits, or bronzor shards, or anythin' like that to build up a hammer with, and they're really, really attached to them. never, EVER take a tink's hammer from it, but tinkatink especially; they need those like a lung needs air, and it can cause them to act out and can cause lastin' emotional damage to 'em. it's actually recognized as a crime over here in paldea, and believe me, the fines are steep enough for the wild ones. any trained ones and yer lookin' at some serious charges. Do Not Fuck With Their Hammers

this one's more conjecture based on some'a the other tinks i've battled, but you have to teach them discipline YOUNG. trust me on this one. a tink without discipline is gonna evolve into a real dangerous problem, because once they evolve into tinkatuff? they get real damn aggressive. like, "you have to have a pokemon out with you at all times if you walk through their territory" type aggressive. i can't tell ya how harrowin' it can be tryin' to go through dalizapa to medali durin' their breedin' season, but more than anythin', the bigger the tink, the more materials they need. and the more willin' they are to try and steal it from others. teachin' them commands like "stop" and "leave it" are practically a requirement, and ya can't be afraid to put it back in it's ball if it's misbehavin'. tinkatuff themselves are a hell of a handful and will attack anythin' it thinks it can get scrap off of, but that's nothin' compared to a tinkaton.

tinkaton honestly should be way more monitored than they are, in my opinion--outside'a galar havin' a wholesale ban on the line, at least. tinkaton are smart, smart cookies, but they are also real reckless and real restless. they will try to steal. they will try to pick fights. a good tinkaton with a steady hand will know when to not, but a bad one can cause some serious damage if left unchecked.

i guess if anythin', my biggest advice for the line is to get to know anyone who works in metalworkin' or construction. if ya can get scrap metal for 'em to pick through on the cheap, it should occupy 'em if they have lotta options! and start trainin' 'em young or as soon as ya can. these guys are way more aggressive and fickle than a lil klefki, who seem to be petty mild mannered and more childish than anythin'. it's definitely somethin' you gotta consider carefully, if ya intend to raise one.

hopefully this all makes sense! and good luck if ya end up tryin' to get one! there's a few good reputable breeders of 'em in paldea that i know of who i could get ya the contact info for, if yer interested in learnin' more--you'll probs get a lot more info, and a lot less bias!

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1240: Familiar, Unwelcoming Faces.....(Sonic Series)

It was calm, peaceful afternoon outside of the Chaotix Family's Household as Espio Chamelon is finishing up his daily meditation sessions under the shade of the tree in the front yard. It always been a good method to help maintain and clear his mind over the years. So much so that it got him to thinking how his life would turn out if his master never recommended the idea to him growing up. (That's definitely one of the few things he needs to remember thanking him for if they ever do reunion again one of these days.)

As he gets himself up from his usual sitting spot, Espio was about to walk back in the house until he suddenly stops right at his track and senses something.....off in his surroundings. Like someone has been hiding, watching, and calculating his every movement this entire movement since he first came out here. The suspicion was more than enough for him to walk over to the side of the house instead for answers.

A few more seconds has pass and he was almost this close into shrugging it off and carry on his merry until a familiar munching and crunching starts ringing into his ears, causing the ninja to let out a sigh in the process.

Espio: I know one of you is hiding out here. Come out.

?????: Ah man. ('Munching').....How did you know we would be here?

????: 'Cuz you were- (Kicks his Teammate Out of the Bushes The Two Were Hiding From) EATING the whole time, fatty!

'Thud'

?????: (Winces his Pain as He Rubs his Kicked Butt) Owwwww! You kick too hard, Zazz.....

Zazz: Quit blowin' our cover abd maybe I won't hafta to kick your fat hide all!

Espio: (Rolls his Eyes) Still as rowdy as ever, eh Zazz?

Zazz: (Angrily Turns his Attention to Espio) Quiet, pipsqueak!! Can't ya see I'm havin' conversation with my dumb-dumb of a partner here!?

?????: (Waves Hello to Espio) Hi, Espio.

Espio: (Simply Nodded to the Fat Zeti on the Ground) Zomom.

Zazz: (Comically Glares at Zomom) HEY! The hell you doin' saying 'hey' to the enemy for!?

Zomom: I was being nice. (Turns Away While Pouting) Unlike a certain other pink guy I know....

Zazz: (Starts Pounding his Fist onto the Palm of his Hand as He Msrches himself Over to Zomom) I'll show ya whose nice right after I'm done with y-

??????: ('Groans in Annoyance') Enough! Both of you!

The trio turns their heads towards a camouflaged figure walking out from a white vinyl fence he was standing on this entire time. Eggman's former associate as well as the leader of the Deadly Six, Zavok.

Zavok: You're embarrassing yourselves enough as it is.

Zazz: (Stares at his Boss For a Brief Second Before Turning Away in Embarrassment) He started it......

Zomom: (Lowers his Head Down in Shame) Sorry, Boss.

Zavok: (Turns his Attention to his Main Target) Espio.

Espio: Zavok. May I ask what you and your men are doing in the comforts of my own home?

Zavok: Oh come now. Is that anyway for you treat your old friends and guests?

Espio: (Unconvinced) You came here unannounced and I don't believe I ever recall being friends with either one of you I all my life.

Zazz: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) Great observation there, smart-ass....

Zavok: Yes, very impressive indeed. But believe it or not, we did came here to pay you visit. To see how you're doing this entire time- (Squints his Eyes at Espio in a More Sinster) and test your might in battle.

Espio: (Raises an Eyebrow) Test my might?

Zomom: Yep! (Finally Gets Himself Up From the Ground and Almost Losing His Balance Before Regaining It Again a Second Later) Master Zik told us all about your fight with him at the bridge three years ago and it got us pretty interested all things considered.

Zazz: (Points at Espio) And DON'T think for a second we're acceptin' "No" for an answer either!! (Balls His Fist at the Chamelon's Face) I've been waiting to pound that dumb, little face of yours submission for a long time now and I ain't waitin' no more!!

Zavok: Our previous missions had kept us from doing this a lot sooner. (Slowly Cracks Both of his Knuckles One by One) But fortunately for us, there now won't be anything holding us back from the amount of pain and misery we'll stow upo-

'BeepBeepBeepBeep BeepBeepBeep'

Espio: (Looks Around the Area as He Slowly Moves Zazz's Fist Away From Him) Where does that....beeping noise is coming from.

Zavok: ('Sigh') It's mine. Hang on. (Presses the Button Placed on His Chest as He Receives a Video Call) Zavok's calling.

A hologram of a female zeti with long green hair appears in front of Zavok's eyes.

?????: Hey, so like, Zor and I managed get everything down on the list and have a few more money left. So we're wondering if we can like, spent the rest to get what we want.

Zavok: How much do you have?

??????: Like, fifty bucks, I think? You need that extra cash or-

Zavok: Not at the moment, no. It's all yours. Use it wisely.

?????: Sweet! Will do~

Espio: (Eyes Widened a Bit as He Recognizes the Voice and Face of the Woman Zavok is Calling) Zeena?

Zeena: (Turns Around) Hey, who said my name just n- ('Gasps') Oh...my god. (Smiles Brightly and Eyes Sparkles at a Familiar Face Now in Front of Her) Espio!?~ It's been so long. Hiiiiiii!~

Espio: (Chuckles a Bit at an Old Friend (And Possibly the Only Zeti Friend He Has Growing Up)) It's good see you too. I hope you have been doing well these days

Zeena: I have~ Life has been like suuuuper boring on my end, but- (Does a Little Fashioniva Pose) it's nothing I can't handle with my dazzling charm~ How about you-

Zavok: (Already Done With the Foolish Happening in Front of Him) Thank you for your report, Zeena. That will be all.

Zeena: (Eyes Widened) Wait what!? (Turns to Zavok with a Glare) Zavok, don't you dare end this call. I swear to god!

Zavok: Goodbye.

Zeena: I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO HIM YE-

Zavok ends his holographic call with Zeena.

Zavok: ('Sigh') I swear, that girl continues to be an annoyance by the minute.....

Espio: I find her vastly more tolerable to be around than you three combined.

Zazz: (Angrily Turns to Zavok) Can we PLEASE beat the snot out if this punk already, boss!?

Espio: This is truly what you all wanted? A fight?

Zavok: Correct. (Casually Shrugs at Espio While Having a More Cocky Look on his Face) Though considering your one sided track record against our master over the years, I highly doubt you would stand a chance.

Espio: (Forms a Cocky Smirk of his Own) ('Hmph') If I was a child, maybe. But this now- (Sticks the Back of his Hand Out in a Fighting Stance While Putting on a More Serious Look on his Face) And I'm far less naive since then.

Zazz: (Chuckles Evilly While Cracking One of His Knuckles) Oh yeah? Well, we'll just see about that, you STHINKIN' CHAMLEOOOOOON!

Zazz winds his fist up while making a running start, but when he tries to land a single punch however, the stinkin' chamelon, in question, uses his exact hand to push his opponent's fist down right on cue before successfully kicking him over to the vinyl fence.

Zavok silently orders Zomom to go after Espio by nodding the side of his head towards him. With two beats on his chest and a roaring battle cry, the gluttonous member of the Deadly Six charges in on the assault next. He tries landing multiple punches at Espio, who is effortlessly dodges every single one of them, until he then decides to put both of his hands together and proceeds to slams them down to the ground with brute force. That didn't really do much besides causing the ground to shake a bit however as Espio jumps up from the attack, sends him flying with a somersault to the chin, and then followed that up with a fast, flurry of upward kicks before finishing with two forward high kicks to the face which sends the opponent hurtling back down to the ground.

'Thud'

Zomom: ('Groans in Pain')

Zavok: (Watches Zomom Laying Down on the Ground, Beaten, Before Turning Back to Espio) Hm. Not bad. But let's see if you could fare well with me. (Get Into his Battle Stance)

Espio: (Tosses the Cover of the Trash Bin onto Zazz's Face, Knocking Him Out Once More, Before Getting into his Battle Stance Towards Zavok) Challenge accepted.

The two combatants stare at each other in silence as the wind starts to blow the leafs away in front of them, for a few seconds before charging in and beginning the fight, dodging and counterattacking every hand to hand attacks they dash out at one another while slowly moving it to the front yard.

Meanwhile Inside the House, in Cream's Room........

Charmy: (In the Living Room) Hey, Charmy! You mind bringing our 3-D glasses to us while you're in there!?

Cheese: (In the Living Room) Chao Chaoooooo!?~

Cream: (Giggles Softly as She Walks into Room) Will do, boys!~

Cream happily hums to herself as she grabs her stuff Chao plushie on her bed and two 3-D glasses on her desk before suddenly getting startled by the sound of the trash can getting knocked down from outside.

As she quickly rushes over to her window and opens up the curtains and blinds attached to it altogether, her eyes starts to widen up her big brother, Espio, out in the front yard fighting against muscular, scary looking monster man in red. It wasn't long before she gasps in horror as she then sees him suddenly getting jumped from behind by two other scary looking monsters outside.

Cream: NOOOOO! (Immediately Slams Her Palms onto the Glasses) ESPIO! (Frantically Banging on the Glasses While in Tears) ESPIOOOOOOOO!

Vanilla: (In the Living Room) Cream!?

Vector: (In the Living Room) Are you alright in there, kiddo!?

Cream: Mommy! Daddy! (Quickly Got Away from the Window and Dashes Out of the Room) We gotta go outside, quick! Espio's in trouble!!!

Back Outside.......

Espio gets forcefully pinned into the fence by Zavok with one hand, as both Zazz and Zomom closes in on both sides, crackling evilly at his sudden downfall.

Zavok: I'll admit, you surprised and impressed me. But it doesn't change the fact that you're still the same weak, naive minded, brat we've grown to know and detest.

Zazz: Ha-Haa! EXACTLY!! (Slowly Got Up on Espio's Face) Whatever happened to showin' us up, squirt? HUH!?

Espio: (Rolls his Eyes While Groaning in Pure Annoyance) Tedious to do so when you two went and attack me out of nowhere.

Zazz: (Backs Away From Espio's Face) Well, whaddya expect? We NEVER play fair!!

Zomom: Yeah!- (Suddenly Hears his Stomach Growling Before Using his Hand to Rub it Around) Ah man. I'm starving.....

Zazz: (Facepalms Himself While Groaning) You goddamn morherfu- (Glares at Zomom Again) You just HAD something to eat minutes ago, fatso!!!

Zomom: (Glares Back at Zazz) I only had a bag of chips of eat, ZAZZ! I wanna four course meal!

Zavok: (Rolls his Eyes Again) We'll go get something to eat AFTER I'm through with this runt, Zomom. (Turns Back to Espio With a Sinster Look on his Face) If he even has any fight in him left that is.

Espio: You don't know half of what I'm capable of, Zavok!

Espio's anger starts to raise up by the second. How dare him and two lackeys are still looking down on him after all those years of personal growth and struggles he had to endure.......That until he suddenly notices someone coming from afar.

It was only recognizing the person's face that the shinobi detective ultimately decides to close his eyes, take a very deep breath, calm himself down, and let everything run it's course from there.

Espio: But I'm not gonna waste the rest of my energy upon you today. What I will suggest however- (Opens his Eyes Back Up with a More Serious Look on his Face) Is that you leave this property right now and never come back.

Zavok: ('Heh') Or what? You're gonna call your precious Master Hishi to come all the way over and- (Suddenly Felt a Hand on his Shoulder....) Wha-

Zavok then starts feeling immensely pain and screams in agony from someone putting in him a very painful back wrist lock. This in turn causes both Zazz and Zomom to stand back in surprise and shock.

Zazz: What the!?

Zomom: B-Boss!?

Before he say or god forbidden, do anything to retaliate, their poor leader let's go of Espio and gets dragged around in circles before eventually getting pin face down on the ground with his arm now getting pulled even further from the back, making it far more difficult for him to get back up without risking the chance for his arm to get broken off completely. As he struggles to try and break free with little to no previl whatsoever, he barely looks up and see the person who is doing this entire time was none other than the mother hen of the Chaotix Family: Vanilla Annabelle Rabbit Crocodile.

Vanilla: (Glares Down at Zavok with Vemon and Sever Anger in Both her Eyes) What the hell do you think you're doing to my son?

Zomom: (Almost at a Loss For Words) .......Woah......

Zazz: (Growls in Pure Anger) HEY! (Angrily Marches Over to Vanilla) The hell you think YOU'RE DOING, YOU STUPID OLD HA-

Before Zazz could even dare to get closer and finish that sentence, he suddenly gets tackled into the ground and then proceeds to get beaten up by Vanilla's loving, now enraged husband, Vector Crocodile

Vector: DON'T YOU. EVER. TALK. SHIT. ABOUT. MY. WIFE. EVER. AGAIN!!

Vector gives Zazz one final punch to the face before picking him up, hurling him around like a helicopter, and throwing him straight to the side of the house's brick wall, causing him to slowly slide down onto the ground and knocking him out for real this time.

Espio: (Gently Surprise by Vector's Rage and Beatdown) (Note to self: Never tick Vector off...)

Cream: Espio!! (Rushes Over and Hugs Espio on One Side, Still in Tears) Thank heaven above you're okay!~

Charmy: Are you okay? Those jerks didn't hurt you too badly, did they? (Rushes Over to the Other Side to Help Espio Back Up on his Feet Along With Cream)

Espio: ('Sigh') No, not completely thankfully. I'll be be alright.

Zomom: U-Uh- (Gets Startled by the Couple's Respective Death Glares Before Nervously Walks Back Before Raising Both his Hands Up in Surrender) I-I come in peace-

Zomom suddenly gets hit in the gut hard enough to send him flying while receiving a series of punches by Cheese The Chao.

Cheese: ChaChaChaChaChaChaChaChaChaChaChaCha! CHA-CHAO!

Cheese delivers one more power punch across the gluttonous zeti's face between sending him towards a nearby tree, knocking him out instantly as well.

Cheese: (Points at a Knocked Out Zomom in a Cool, Rebellious Fashion) Chaochao Chao Chao Chaochao.

Zavok: (Looks Up at Espio with a Glare While Struggling) So THIS was your plain......This whole time?.......Having your....new FAMILY fight your battles for you?.....Pathet- (Suddenly Starts Yelling in More Pain When his Arm Starts Getting Pulled Even Tighter by Vanilla's Fierce Grip)

Vanilla: Quit wasting our time and answer my damn question!! What were you doing out here with my son!?

Zavok: (Looks Up at Vanilla) We were just payoff him a visit, ma'am......Nothing more......

Cream: (Glares at Zavok While Hugging Onto Espio in a Protective Manner) A visit is when you come by people's house and say "Hello". NOT BULLY THEIR FAMILIES!!!

Charmy: (Glares at Zakov) Yeah! How would you like it if we come by your place and bully, YOU, huh!?

Zavok: (Rolls his Eyes) I'd rather you didn't honestly- (Yelps in More Pain) ('Agh') Alright, we yield! Christ!

Vector: (Raises an Eyebrow at Zavok) You're calling it quits. Just like that?

Zavok: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yes. It is clear we have been overwhelmed us in battle today. (Shakes his Head) No used fighting back now.

Vanilla stares down at Zavok, not wanting to believe a single that comes out of that mouth of his. But after a few more seconds later, she let's out a heavy sigh as she ultimately decides to let go of his arm..

Vanilla: (Glare Hardens at the Zeti Trying to Get Up On His Own) If I catch you or anyone from your group, harming Espio again, I'll make sure you all disappear from this world forever. Now LEAVE.

Zavok: (Simply Nodded to Vanilla's Demand as He's Holding Onto his Injured Arm) As you wish.

Zomom: (Groans While Rubbing the Back of his Head)

Zavok: Zomom! Grab Zazz and let's go. We're leaving.

Zomom: (Salutes to his Leader While Getting Up From the Ground He Was Sitting on) Y-Yes sir!

Zomom nervously walks by Cheese, who in question, scares him off with his cute, but menacing growl.

Zavok: (Turns Back to Espio) Kore wa owatte inai. (Hardens his Glare) Gaki.

Espio: (Glares Back at his Childhood Bully) Sore made junbi wa dekite imasu, Zavok.

Zavok glares at Espio one last time before walking out of the Chaotix's property with Zomom carrying an unconscious Zazz in his arms, following behind.

Espio watches the Deadly Trio walking away from the yard. Disappointed, but not surprised that things has never changed between them since childhood days at the temple. But it got him to wonder why they came to see him to begin with.

They did say that Master Zik about their bout in the past, but.....even then, was it an order to come by and visit or did they come by their own vindicatio-

Vanilla: (Pulls Espio into Tight, Loving Hug) Oh my poor, sweet baby!!~ Are you okay?

Espio: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality Thanks to Sudden Tight Hug) Y-Yeah. I think so- (Winces a Bit in Pain From his Shoulde Before Placing hos Hand On It) For the most part.....

Vanilla: (Grumbles Before Getting Into Serious Mom Mode) That tears it! (Turns to Charmy and Cheese) Boys, would you be dears and go fetch us a first aid kit?

Charmy: Can we be Espio's special bodyguards too?

Cheese: (Happily Nodding to the Idea)

Espio: (Already Not a Fan of the Idea) That....REALLY wouldn't be necessa-

Vanilla: That sounds like a wonderful idea, honey. Thank you.

Espio: (Face Falls into a Deadpinned Look)

Charmy/Cheese: Yes!/Chao! (Pump Their Fists Up in Rejoice Before Hi Fiving One Another and Zip Back into the House)

Vanilla: (Turns to Her Husband) Vector, could you make a large bowl of popcorn and some snacks for us? We could really use them right now.

Vector: You got it, hon'. (Gives his Wife a Peck on the Lips Before Sprinting Back to the House) Boys, you better not be making another mess in there!!

Vanilla: (Turns to Her Daughter as Place her Hand) Cream, go find us the fluffiest blankets and pillows you can find in house.

Cream: (Salutes to her Mother) Will do, ma'am! (Turns to Espio as Uses her Ears to Flap and Hover Off the Ground) I'll make sure they're fluffy enough to keep you safe and warm. (Gives Espio a Kiss on the Cheek Before Flying Back to the House)

Espio: (Notices that Sad Look into Cream's Eyes) Cream, I- W-Woah! (Suddenly Gets Scooped Up into Vanilla's Arms)

Vanilla: And you mister, are gonna be sitting in that living room sofa, nice and comfy, right after we get you patched up.

Espio: Thank you. But... (Looks Away in Shame) You really don't need to go through all this trouble for me.

Vanilla: That's where you're wrong, dear.

Espio: Hm? (Looks Back Up to Vanilla Smiling Down at Him)

Vanilla: We're a family, remember? We look out for each other no matter what. So please let us do this...... (Eyes Starts To Water) It's the least we can do for not coming out here sooner.......

Espio: (Was About to Say Something Before Ultimately Sighing in Defeat) Okay. Thank you again.

Vanilla: You're always welcome, sweetie. (Gives Espio a Kiss on the Forehead) Let's go.

Vanilla carries Espio back to the house with her. The sound of her sniffing can be heard into Espio's eardrums. He can tell she's trying her absolute hardest to keep it together. So he decides to lay the side of his head onto her chest, reassuring her that he safe and sound in care and that everything will at least be okay for now.

To Be Continued

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When We Were Kids (Part One)

...s-so... how are you feeling?... ...s-still s-sore?...

Y'all got no idea. The only thing that don't hurt is blinkin'. I swear, soon as I can move again, I'm suplexin' Dan inta next sweep.

...he only picks on you because he cares... ...its his way of making s-sure you dont obsess over everything...

Ya mean like the fact I fucked myself an' can never have anythin' close ta a normal life ever again cuz I lost my fool head?

...yeah... that... ...im just relieved you werent killed... ...i... ...i was going insane thinking id have to bury another moirail...

I wouldn't be too relieved. I can't go out in public ever again with legis an' fleet dogs out fer my head. Prolly got a hefty bounty, too, an' rewards fer turnin' me in. Y'all two ain't safe either if anyone finds out y'all know me.

...yeah... ...when dantli comes back... we s-should all talk about where were going from here...

Ugh, I can't even get my shit from my hive. It's prolly bein' watched or somethin', or it's been raided an' bugged by now in case me'r one a y'all shows up. God, my lusus ain't gon' know what happened ta me, an' he can't come here like yers. I ain't sure he'll wait a sweep fer me ta come back like when I was a kid.

...that reminds me... ...when i was in the hospital... you s-said you knew exactly how i felt when i was being held captive... and that i s-should ask you about your childhood...

Yeh. Yeh, I did say that, didn't I? I'm guessin' this is yer way a askin'?

...yeah... if you dont mind...

Alright. It ain't a happy story, but I'm sure ya already figured that. I guess I'll start from the beginnin'.

I was even more a a hotheaded stubborn shit when I was a kid, if y'all can believe that. Pickin' fights with every troll I saw an' tryin' ta befriend the ones who beat me. Which was damn near all a them cuz fer all my bluster, I was a twiggy scrawny little toothpick, ain't had a ounce a muscle on me. I didn't want nobody thinkin' I was weak just cuz I was a skinny rust.

I was always gettin' my dumb ass beat up an' hurt tryin' ta prove I ain't no wimp, but I did get some good friends outta it. Even had a li'l flush crush on one a them, a girl who beat me in a fight just by knockin' me down an' sittin' on me 'til I wore myself out tryin' ta get her off. I had a whole group a friends back then. I can't tell ya what their names'r caste was, but we were a happy li'l group.

Here's the part where everythin' goes ta shit. When I was five, I was out patrollin' my li'l territory when I spotted a scraggly-lookin' teal prowlin' around. He was a adult an' a lot bigger'n me, but I challenged him all the same. He hauled off an' kicked me dead in the stomach an' told me ta get lost. If I was smart I'd a left it at that, but who said wrigglers are smart? I wasn't ready ta say I lost, so I picked myself up, grabbed a big ol' rock, an' chucked it square at the back a his head. Hit him so hard he started bleedin' an' staggered a good bit.

He looked back at me real mad at first, then he started smilin'. Said I had a lot a fight in me for a twiggy brat. I told him there's more where that came from if he don't git, an' he laughed an' said he'd have a ball breakin' me. 'Fore I knew it, he was right up on me, an' I didn't have no time ta react 'fore he got me in the gut with a stun gun an' knocked my ass right out.

I woke up in a cell with a couple other young trolls. I asked where I was, an' they said I was in the slave camp. Said I was here cuz they were gon' break me, train me inta a perfect li'l pet slave, then sell me off ta the highest bidder. Needless ta say, I wasn't havin' that shit. I made it my mission ta put up as much a a fight as I could an' refuse ta be domesticated.

First handler they assigned ta me was that teal that grabbed me. Since I already fought with him once, I knew what ta expect. He got a lotta good licks in over the first couple nights, but eventually he slipped up an' I was able ta steal his stun gun an' shock him dead in the eyes. After that, they decided to gimme their toughest, meanest, biggest handler.

He was a big blueblood who made us call him "Mister," an' he took that shit serious. I called him asshole exactly once an' he slapped me 'cross the face so hard he damn near snapped my neck. I couldn't feel my face fer a night afterward. Most a my abuse came from him, an' I just know he was havin' fun beatin' my ass every night tryin' ta make me give up.

But I'm the most stubborn bitch ever hatched, so I didn't make shit easy fer him. He beat me ta shit, starved me, locked me in a tiny li'l cage, an' made sure no one talked ta me'r tried helpin' me'r they'd be in the same boat. His favorite punishment fer me was the post. There was a big wooden post in a sort a courtyard outside with a pair a manacles attached. He'd lock me in, hike up my shirt, an' tear me ta ribbons with a whip. Afterwards, he'd leave me out there fer nights with only a thick blanket thrown over me ta keep me from bein' completely cooked ta death by the sun durin' the day.

He liked hearin' me cry an' scream in pain, so I'd try my damnedest to keep my mouth shut no matter how hard an' how much he whipped me. I'd stay quiet for the first thirty seconds, but after that I could never hold it in anymore. Then he'd whip me more fer resistin'. So many times I was close ta givin' up if it meant he wouldn't torture me no more, but I didn't wanna let him win.

...oh my god... ...im s-so s-sorry... ...i cant even imagine... and i s-said all that--

Y'ain't gotta apologize fer bein' mad. I get it. Ya were in a scary situation, an' hearin' that I never even tried ta find ya when this whole thing was my damn fault ta start with? I'd a been pissed, too.

...s-still though... ...it was s-so insensitive...

It ain't like y'all knew any a this at the time. It's fine.

...how did you get out??...

Heh, that's where shit gets real interestin'.

They kept me at that camp fer half a sweep torturin' me, but I held on. I dunno why they didn't just cull my stubborn ass a long time ago. My guess is cuz Mister wanted the satisfaction a breakin' me cuz ain't no one else been this much a a challenge fer him fer so long. If he let them cull me, it ain't a real win. But eventually he reached the end a his patience with me.

I managed ta get a hold a a fork an' taunted Mister 'til he grabbed me 'round the throat an' got right in my face ta threaten me. I stabbed him in the eye an' tried ta make a break fer the exit while he was screamin' an' cursin' an' bleedin'. A course, I didn't make it nowhere close ta the door 'fore I got caught. Mister was fumin' somethin' fierce, and I didn't even get a chance ta register what he was about ta do 'fore everythin' just became blindin' pain.

I remember one a the supervisors cussin' him out cuz they was plannin' on sendin' me ta The Pit, an' now I ain't in no condition ta be transferred. That fucker cut me open from rib ta hip with a dagger. I spent nights in the infirmary tryin' ta get stabilized an' patched up. I was so weak from bein' starved an' beat on a regular basis that I almost died.

But like I said, I'm the most stubborn bitch ever hatched. I was able ta recover enough ta get my stitches out, but after they they decided ta cut their losses and finally cull me. Mister wanted ta do the honors himself. After what I did ta him, he didn't care about winnin' no more. He wanted me dead. He filled a tub full a water, threw me in, an' held me down with his foot while I thrashed an' tried ta free myself 'fore I drowned. Eventually I lost consciousness.

I woke up chokin' on water an' hackin' the shit out my lungs in the middle a the forest. I figured they dumped my body fer the undead an' the animals ta eat once I blacked out. I didn't know where I was or how ta get back home, an' I was fuckin' scared. But I was free after half a sweep in captivity, an' that was more important than bein' afraid. I picked a direction an' started walkin'.

I didn't have no way a huntin' ta feed myself, an' I was still fuckin' weak as shit, so I didn't eat much a nothin' 'cept whatever bugs an' small animals I was able ta catch. I had ta sleep up in trees durin' the day ta avoid the roamin' undead. Eventually between the hunger an' bein' exhausted all the time, I dropped.

Next thing I know, I'm wakin' up in a hive belongin' ta some li'l jade even younger'n me sayin' him an' his lusus found me. I was still a ornery li'l shit an' wasn't exactly a good hiveguest. He still helped me an' everythin' though. Kept me fed, gave me a place ta sleep. Once I was mostly healed an' had my strength back, I robbed him blind an' ran. Took every piece an' scrap a food I could carry, stole a couple knives, an' I was off. I'd prolly apologize ta him if I ever see him again, not that I remember what he even looked like, an' I'm sure he don't remember me or wouldn't recognize me now.

I spent the next half sweep doin' whatever I could ta survive an' try ta find my way home. I stole, I killed, I broke inta hives, I did whatever I had ta do ta make it ta the next night. When I finally made it hive after that half a sweep, my pa was there waitin' fer me. He waited fer a whole sweep fer me ta come back instead a takin' in a new charge. I bawled the hardest I ever have in my life. Makes me feel extra shitty that I can't go back an' say my goodbyes ta him. He's prolly still waitin' fer me ta come back just like I did last time I went missin'.

...if you want... i can ask dantli to go to your hive and tell your lusus you arent coming back... ...i dont think hes on anyones radar s-since he doesnt s-socialize... ...i can tell him to make it look like he's robbing you s-so they dont get s-suspicious... and itll be a convenient way to get s-some of your things for you...

That ain't a bad idea. S'long as he don't say nothin' stupid'r incriminatin', that could work.

Anyway, speakin' a going back hive, when I finally made it back ta mine after my sweep in Hell, I couldn't function fer shit. I didn't wanna reach out ta my friends cuz I didn't want 'em ta see how broken I was. I didn't wanna look weak ta them, an' none a them reached out anyhow. In just that one sweep, they moved on from me, which still kinda hurts ta know that's all it took ta lose 'em.

Fer perigees after, I'd have daymares a bein' back at the slave camp, weak an' in pain with Mister standin' over me with the whip, then draggin' me out ta the post. I was barely gettin' any sleep, I couldn't eat, an' I was terrified a bein' in water. That's when I decided ta start bulkin' up an' gettin' stronger so I couldn't be taken back there or anywhere else.

Fer three sweeps, I had the mother grub a anxiety. A lotta nights, I couldn't even get the nerve ta leave my hive. I'd get anxiety attacks an' panic attacks when I saw highbloods, 'specially male blues. An' y'all know me. When I start gettin' anxious, I get real mad an' itchin' fer a fight. Even now, I don't hate highblood s'much as I get anxiety bein' around 'em. An' I do also hate 'em.

That's when I started drinkin'. It wasn't about gettin' drunk. It was a way ta calm my frazzled nerves an' keep my anxiety under control. Over time, though, it turned inta a addiction, an' y'all know how well that ended up workin' out fer me in the end.

That's basically everythin' about my childhood, so believe me when I say I know exactly what it's like ta not know if yer gonna live ta see another night, an' cryin' yerself ta sleep durin' the day cuz everythin's so awful, an' prayin' that yer loved ones ain't next or won't be too tore up if ya don't survive.

...i... im s-so s-sorry... ...no one s-should have to endure that... especially not a child... ...i... i...

C'mon now, y'ain't gotta cry about it. It sucks, but it's in the past now, an' fallin' ta pieces over it ain't gon' fix nothin'.

...i... i know... but...

It's okay, I get it. If it'll make ya feel better, go ahead an' cry it out. I can hold ya if ya want.

...but arent you s-still sore?...

Not so sore I can't comfort my pale. It ain't gon' kill me, so get yer li'l cryin' sniffly self over here.

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (213/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball,  which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation.   This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made  on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: This story This story takes place about 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[22 April, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

Toki Toki City was a special place. Constructed outside of the flow of normal time, it served as the stronghold of the Supreme Kai of Time and her most trusted allies, the Time Patrol. Despite the divine mission of the Time Patrol, the city still functioned much like any other population center, and featured many of the same mundane infrastructure and services. There were a variety of dining facilities, including a cafeteria, which normally served breakfast to the Time Patrol every morning. But this time, the cafeteria had been taken over for a private occasion, as two Patrollers sought to celebrate their recent victory.

"How much longer is this gonna take?"

"Quit whining, Kakarot," Luffa said. "We're not doing this half-assed. I don't want you making excuses about stomach pangs when I beat you."

The man sitting at the counter grinned. "Heh. You won't have to worry about that. I just don't see why you're takin' so long to fix breakfast. We could grab something out of the fridge and bring it with us."

Luffa started chopping leeks with a calm precision that belied her expression. "This is special, Kakarot. You really don't get it, then? They told me you were brought up by aliens--Earthlings like Trunks' mother--but you really don't remember our people at all, do you?"

He crossed his muscular arms and rolled his eyes thoughtfully, as though looking up to his brain to locate an answer. "I only know you keep callin' me 'Kakarot', just like Vegeta always does. Every Saiyan I meet tells me that's my real name, but as far as I'm concerned, my name's always been Son Goku."

Luffa gave him a concerned look as she dumped the leeks into a bowl. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "I mean, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot here. I meant no disrespect."

"Nah, it's fine," Goku shrugged. "But it sure is weird havin' people call you two names."

"I… I didn't realize you never understood that," Luffa said. "Your mother named you 'Kakarot'. At least, I assume she did. Believe it or not, you wouldn't be the only Saiyan to grow up among aliens, or to take an alien name. But among our own kind, we Saiyans address each other by our birth names, to honor the Saiyans who gave them to us. I suppose you never knew your Saiyan name, so you wouldn't understand, but it means a lot to us. It's a sign of respect. Even if we were bitter enemies, I'd still do you the honor of acknowledging you as a fellow Saiyan."

Goku scratched his chin. "Well I'll be," he said.

Luffa switched to a crate of eggs and began cracking them expertly on the side of a large beaker. "Besides," she added, "I don't get to hang out with a lot of pure-blooded Saiyans. I… like using the name. It's less lonely that way, if that makes any sense."

"Yeah, it does," Goku said. He was still upbeat and carefree, but there was something somber about his tone. "When my grandpa died--the man who raised me on Earth, I mean--I kept his Dragon Ball. I started calling it 'grandpa', like he was in there somehow. It just made me feel better. I still call it 'grandpa' sometimes, even though I know it's not really him."

Luffa nearly asked how his adoptive grandfather died, but suddenly decided she didn't want to know. Saiyan children were a handful, even for Saiyan parents. And the Earth had a very large moon with a very frequent orbital period. Perhaps the old Earthman had simply died peacefully in his sleep, perhaps not.

"Well, Kakarot," Luffa said, "It's customary for two Saiyans to share a meal before a friendly contest. Sure, we could grab some field rations or slap some flour in water and call it done, but I want to savor this occasion, and I'm betting you've never had any Saiyan cooking before."

"I guess not," Goku said. "Is there something special to it?"

Luffa paused just long enough to point her knife at herself. "Just me, really. The original Saiyan homeworld was a distant legend even in my day. Our ancestors wandered the universe, sometimes establishing new home planets, but mostly roaming the stars in search of adventure. So the ingredients vary with the circumstances. It's more about resourcefulness, cobbbling together a good meal with whatever you have on hand. Of course, Toki Toki City has a really impressive pantry, so I can do pretty much anything I want. Potatoes, sausage, ketchup, they really know how to live on Earth."

"Well whatever you've got going on over there, it sure smells good," Goku said. "I used to cook fish when I lived alone, but Chi-Chi said I wasn't allowed in the kitchen anymore after I caused that fire."

"Hah. Typical," Luffa scoffed. "I've never met a Saiyan man who wasn't all thumbs over a stovetop. Oh, they like to brag about how good they are with their hands, but it never seems to pan out where it counts, if you know what I mean."

Goku laughed. "I know. One time Chi-Chi got this bookshelf for Gohan's room, and I tried to put it together for her and hoo-boy! That was a disaster."

Luffa stared at him incredulously. "No, I was talking about… never mind. You like pineapples, Kakarot?"

"Do I?!" Goku exclaimed.

"Thattaboy," Luffa said, grabbing a can of diced pinapples from the countertop. "So how much do you know about me, exactly? I'm kind of surprised you knew what Chronoa meant when she told you who I was."

"Hmm? Oh, you mean the Super Saiyan Legend." Goku said. "Vegeta told me about it, but he didn't say a lot about you personally. Just that you died a thousand years ago. Nobody said anything about you being a girl, either."

Luffa shrugged. She had already learned this from a Time Patrol mission on Namek, but the Goku she spoke to now was several years older, and she had hoped he would have heard more. It now seemed clear that his only source on Saiyan history was Vegeta, who only had so much information to share. "Better than nothing, I suppose," she finally said.

"I hope it didn't hurt too much," Goku added.

"What?" Luffa asked.

"I mean when you turned into a Super Saiyan for the first time. Things were pretty rough when it happened to me," he explained. "I was in really bad shape and Frieza was killing my friends. Later, when I thought about it, I realized the last Super Saiyan must have gone through the same thing. My boys had an easier time of it, but they're half-Earthling, and that seems to help 'em somehow. But with you and me and Vegeta, well, I think you have to get pushed pretty far to transform like that. I just hope you didn't suffer a lot when it happened."

"I did."

"Oh."

"I made them regret it, though," she said darkly.

"Yeah, I'll bet," Goku said with a knowing smile. "You're no pushover, Luffa. I can tell that just watchin' you chop that tomato. You're holdin' back a ton of power. You must have worked hard to keep it under control."

"I could say the same about you, Kakarot," she replied. "The way you sit there you'd think you were just some ordinary guy. You're not like any Saiyan I ever met before. Most of us wear it on our sleeves, but you, you're totally relaxed. Something tells me you're gonna stay that way right up until we're ready to start."

Goku simply chuckled.

"You must have kept it together a lot better than I did," Luffa said. "When you first transformed, I mean. All that Earth-style martial arts must have helped you regulate the form."

"Nah, it was pretty touch-and-go for a while. I was so mad at Frieza that I didn’t really want to rein it in, you know?"

"Heh. Yeah, tell me about it," Luffa said. "I didn’t mind until I ran out of things to fight, and then I realized I couldn’t turn it off. Fortunately I had some friends there to talk me down." She looked up from the eggs she was whisking. "I wouldn’t tell anyone else, Kakarot, but it scared the hell out of me. I thought I’d go crazy, or blow myself up, or…"

"Really?" Goku asked. "I thought you old-timer Saiyans knew all about that stuff."

She shook her head. "I guess the transformation itself never made it into the legends," Luffa said. "I knew about Chanisp and old Darbock and the other great heroes, but I never had any idea that they might have turned blonde to do the things they did. And none of those guys were women, so I don’t think anyone would have bothered filling me in. I had no idea what was happening to me."

"Wow, that must have been rough," Goku said.

"Well, like I said, I had someone there to help me. Same as you, I guess."

"No, I was mostly on my own," Goku said. "I mean, King Kai was keepin’ tabs on me from Otherworld, but I sent everyone else to get off the planet. After that, I spent a while in space before I made it to Planet Yardrat."

"I’ve heard of it," Luffa said. "In my era, it was said they developed some interesting techniques. Always wanted to go there… So they must have helped you get your powers under control."

Goku shook his head. "No, they showed me some things, but they weren’t very strong, so they didn’t know where to begin with that."

"Then how’d you--?"

There was a faraway look in his eye as he answered. "I was pretty scared myself at first, just like you were. But I remembered what Vegeta had said, about how scared Frieza was of a Super Saiyan showing up. And then Frieza asked me what I was, and I just knew. The story was true, and that meant that I wasn't the only one. There had to be another Saiyan, a long time ago, with the same power."

He locked eyes with Luffa and smiled. "And I knew if that old-timer Saiyan could handle it, then I could control it too. That was what kept me goin’. I had a couple of close calls on my way to Yardrat, and I almost wrecked my ship a few times. I probably would've lost control out in space and kicked the bucket, but I didn’t give up, because I knew he didn’t give up. Well, ’she’, I guess. Oops! Sorry, I guess I mean you, huh?"

"Are you saying… I helped you?" she asked. Suddenly she caught a whiff of something burning, and she darted over to save one of her pans.

"Yeah, I guess so!" Goku said. "Boy this time travel stuff sure is funny, huh? Even though the Supreme Kai of Time told me who you were, I guess I didn’t think it through. I never imagined I’d get to thank you in person. And look at you! You must have been younger than me when you became a Super Saiyan, and you didn’t even have someone like Vegeta to tell you about it. Hey, what’s wrong? You okay over there?"

"N-Nothing," Luffa said with a sniffle. "It's fine. I just… hey, you like onions, right?"

"Sure! They’re great on chili dogs and all sorts of other things! Chi-Chi doesn’t like what they do to my breath, but I guess she doesn’t have to know…"

"Fine, because…" Luffa paused to wipe something from her face. "I’m chopping a whole bunch of onions. Yeah. Like, all of them. I won’t tell her if you don’t."

"You bet!" He suddenly had a very coy look on his face. "We’ll keep it between us Legendary Super Saiyans, right?"

"Right, Kakarot," she said with a stifled sob.

After eating, Luffa escorted Goku to the Time Plaza, where they were greeted by the Supreme Kai of Time, and Trunks. The rest of the Time Patrol was still hard at work on repairing the city, and there were construction details all around them. Trunks was usually very serious about his duty, but for once he was in very good humor. Chronoa, on the other hand, seemed mildly annoyed with them.

"You’re late," she said to Goku and Luffa when they arrived. "You know, it’s not polite to keep a Supreme Kai of Time waiting. Ironic, sure, but not very professional."

"Sorry, ma’am," Luffa said. "We would have been here sooner if someone had helped me with the dishes."

Goku simply rubbed the back of his scalp and laughed sheepishly. It was enough to charm Chronoa into a better mood, and Luffa began to wonder if this was his technique for getting out of chores. It seemed very likely that Son Goku had never washed a dish in his life.

"It’s all right," Chronoa said. "Without you two, Tokitoki City wouldn’t even be here. You’ve earned some downtime. How was breakfast?"

"Well I’ve had better omelets," Goku said, as he patted his belly, "but I sure can’t complain about the portions!"

"I’m standing right here, you insensitive oaf," Luffa said frostily. "And I don’t remember seeing you in the Crack of Time while I killed Demigra."

"Hey we had our hands full in the Time Nest," Goku said with a giggle.

As Luffa turned to Chronoa to discuss the logistics of their time-jump, and Trunks took Goku aside.

"Listen, Goku," he said, "I’m pretty busy right now, so I might not get a chance to say this before you head back to your own time, but could you--?"

Goku took his hand and shook it firmly. "When I get back, I’ll make sure to send Vegeta and Bulma your regards," he said. "You’ve accomplished a lot here, Trunks. Your father will be proud of everything you've built here. I know I sure am."

Trunks smiled. "It was good to see you again, Goku. Good luck with your fight."

"Hey, about that," Goku said, tugging his sleeve before Trunks could turn to leave. He leaned in and held his hand over one side of his face. "You’ve sparred with her before, right? Do you got any advice for me?"

"Did you bring a cup?" Trunks asked. His face suddenly bore an uncomfortable expression.

"What? No, we already ate, Trunks," Goku said. "What do I need a cup for? I’m not thirsty."

Trunks became even more anxious, and then he closed his eyes, as though resigned to the situation. "Never mind," he said. "You two have fun out there, okay?"

"Kakarot, are we doing this or not?!" Luffa demanded. "The door’s open, let’s go!"

"I’ll be right there!" Goku said. "Well, I gotta go, Trunks. Take care!"

Trunks watched him run off, then turned and shook his head. "It'll be fine," he said to himself as he walked off to attend to other matters. "They'll be just fine."

[9 May, Age 791. The Tuffle Planet.]

The Parallel Quest system in Toki Toki City relied upon a fleet of time machines, each modified to travel to various time fragments that had been preserved by Chronoa for research and training purposes. Time Patrollers would visit these fragments to experience moments in history, or to simulate mission scenarios they would encounter in the field. The main advantage of the fragments was that they each replicated a short span of time in the genuine universe, complete with many of the same events in the true history, but the fragments were completely isolated from the timeline. This meant that a Patroller could take almost any action in a PQ mission without altering history. The fragment would simply reset and return to its original state.

And so, this made the PQ system the ideal venue for two Super Saiyans to do battle. Any collateral damage would be of no consequence, and Goku and Luffa could fight as hard as they pleased. The only detail left would be to choose a proper setting for their battle, and Trunks had arranged this the night before. He had explained his choice to Luffa, but for Goku, this would be a surprise.

"Wow. So where are we anyway?" Goku asked as he peeked out of the dome-shaped canopy of the time machine.

"Planet Vegeta," Luffa said. "Or Plant, depending on who you ask. There’s a divergent timeline where a Tuffle machine mutant asked Shenron to recreate the whole planet inside Earth's solar system. He was planning to repopulate it with Earthlings infested with Tuffle spores, or something like that, but it didn’t pan out. Anyway, in this time frame, the planet we're on is deserted, so you and I can duke it out without any distractions."

They had both jumped out of the time machine as Luffa explained this, but Goku's attention was focused more on the horizon than on her words. The sky was crimson, with thin wispy clouds overhead. It almost looked like Earth around sunset, but the sun was still high above them, along with a large blue crescent. For a moment, Goku wondered if this was the moon, but then he sensed the ki from the living energy of the body, and recognized it as Earth.

The gravity was higher than on Earth, though it did not bother Goku at all. He had heard long ago that the Saiyan homeworld had a higher gravity, similar to that of King Kai's planet. Long ago, those conditions had given Goku some difficulty, but by now he was so acclimated to high-gravity environments that he barely noticed the difference. What truly made the planet look strange to him was the architecture. In the distance lay a city centered around a crater. A butte rose out of the middle of the crater, and on top of this stood a massive tower, with flying buttresses extending from all sides and reaching out to the city below like great steel tentacles. Goku had never seen anything like it in his travels. It was all quite strange to him.

And yet, there was something familiar about it at the same time.

"Say, I was born here, wasn’t I?" Goku asked.

"Yeah," Luffa said. "Trunks thought it would make a good neutral battlefield for us. It’s a Saiyan home-world, so we know it can take a pounding, but it’s new to both of us. You were sent away as a baby, and I've never been here before. I can see why Saiyans would want to live here, though. It is kind of pleasant to look at, don’t you think?"

"I guess," Goku said. "But it seems kind of creepy with all these buildings and no one else around. Besides, we ain’t here to admire the view."

"Damn straight," Luffa said. "Listen, before we get down to business, I have a request."

"Huh? A request? Okay, shoot."

"I don't know about you, but I've wanted something like this for years," Luffa said. "I never imagined I'd actually get to meet one of the old Super Saiyans, or that I'd live long enough to see the next guy… well, you. So just getting to fight you is a big deal for me."

"I'm pretty excited about it too," Goku said.

"Well, the thing is, there's no guarantee that we're evenly matched," Luffa said. "The fight will settle that, but we're from different eras. If Chronoa had contacted the Kakarot from five years earlier, you'd be five years weaker than you are today."

"I think I follow you," Goku said, though his expression suggested otherwise. "

"Look, there's a chance one of us could overwhelm the other," Luffa said. "I'm a lot stronger than I was when I first transformed, and I know you've come a long way yourself, but what are the odds that were dead even in this moment?"

"I guess we'll just have to find out," Goku said as he started rotating his shoulders to limber up.

"Of course, but what I'm getting at is that we shouldn't be in a hurry to settle things," Luffa said. "Even if this turns out to be a mismatch, it's still special to me. So let's take our time and savor the moment. It's a special occasion, you know? I bet every Super Saiyan before us wishes they could be doing what we're about to do."

"All right, that works for me," Goku said. "I'll ramp things up if it gets too dull, but otherwise… yeah, we oughta drag this out as long as we can."

"Good," Luffa said as she adjusted her gloves. "Now that that's settled, we ought to start out as Super Saiyans, right? Seems kind of appropriate."

Goku nodded. "Ladies first," he said.

Luffa nodded curtly and threw her head back as she transformed. Golden flames flickered around her as her hair glowed with a harsh yellow light.

"Incredible," Goku said. "From the feel of it, you’re more used to this form than your normal state."

"Let’s get on with this," Luffa said. "Or are you going to make me wait another thousand years?"

Goku balled his fists and widened his stance. He made a sort of humming noise as he gathered his energy, and then he cried out as he unleashed it into his transformation. His hair now glowed just like Luffa’s, and their fiery auras mingled together.

"A lot like Trunks," Luffa said. "I should have noticed it before. He said it was your son who trained him. But I couldn’t sense any of this in you over breakfast. It’s like you’re a whole other person now." She bent her knees and settled into a defensive posture. "Ready?"

Goku crouched and angled his body to one side, pointing his right knee towards Luffa. He lowered his hands just below his chest, and kept them slightly open, as though ready to grab or punch at a moment’s notice.

"Yeah! Let’s do this!" he said. But neither of them moved. Anxious as they were to begin, neither wanted to open with a mistake.

And then suddenly, without warning, they both rushed towards each other. Luffa landed the first blow, but it was only a glancing strike, as Goku had twisted his upper body to avoid it. He tried to bring his knee up to Luffa’s midsection, but she somersaulted out of range. Once she landed, she leaped towards him to hit him from behind, but Goku spun around and caught her in the face with his forearm. She toppled over, but just as her body had reached a certain angle, she swung up her leg and kicked at Goku’s face. He blocked this, but not the second kick she threw with her other leg a split second later. Then she broke her fall and launched herself into the air, where she held out her arms, expecting to exchange ki blasts from a distance

Then suddenly Goku was behind her. She had sensed his movement, but her position had left her ill-prepared to react. He grabbed her arm and started swinging her around. Then, to his surprise, she grabbed hold with her other arm, and started applying her own power to spin him. To an outside observer, it would have looked like a mid-air figure-skating routine, sped up to an absurd degree.

At last, they separated, and Goku went crashing to the ground, his body carving a trench as he slid into the ruddy earth of his birthworld. He scrambled to get back to his feet, but found Luffa was already standing over him.

"You like to toy with your opponents, too," she said. The she kicked him in the chest and sent him flying. An instant later she was beside Goku, flying under her own power to match Goku’s trajectory.

"We’ve got a lot in common," she added.

She raised her hands and gave him a double axehandle to his back, sending him back down to the ground. This time Goku landed on his hands and knees, but Luffa was once again right there to meet him.

"It’s weird, right?" she asked. "Like having a brother--wulp!!"

This time Goku was ready for her. When she tried to kick him in the ribs, he leaped up into a handstand to avoid it, then swung out one of his legs for a kick to her jaw. She barely managed to duck this, but not the palm strike which followed. For a moment, she stumbled backward, clutching her face, and Goku used the opening to flip himself upright again.

"I had a brother," Goku said. He was as cheerful as ever, but there was an edge to his voice as he said: "I was hopin’ you’d be more of a challenge than he was."

When she recovered and turned to face him again, she looked like she had been chopping onions again. She looked furious for a moment, then she made a vicious smile. "Bored already?" she asked. "If you want to turn it up, Kakarot, go right ahead. I can handle anything you want to throw at me."

"Is that so?" Goku asked. "You’re wide open, Luffa. You’re bein’ way too sloppy for you to be talkin’ like that. You must be up to something."

"I’m just used to giving other Saiyans a handicap, that’s all," she said. "Especially the men. I know how hard it is for your egos when you can’t even land a little offense."

"It is kinda frustratin’, I won’t argue with that," Goku said. "But I’ve tagged you a few times already, so you don’t need to worry about me anymore."

Suddenly he vanished, and before Luffa could react he was directly in front of her, his right hand closing in on her trapezius. She managed to tilt to one side to avoid it, but this was only a feint. She realized this only when Goku’s other hand had collided with her gut, knocking the wind out of her.

"You'd better start blocking my hits from now on," he said ominously. "You won't last long like this."

"Why not?" She gasped. She recovered and looked him dead in the eye. "If that’s all you’ve got, I can play with you all day!"

Goku was impressed, but not so surprised that he forgot to prepare another strike. He raised his hand for a punch to her face, but she foiled this by swinging her own arm across to deflect it, slapping him across the cheeks in the process.

The attack stung Goku’s pride more than anything else.

Instinctively, he retaliated in kind, slapping Luffa with his own open palm. Her head recoiled from the blow, but she immediately responded with an even harder slap. They went on like this for several seconds, until Luffa went for a punch instead. Goku blocked it and returned fire.

From here, their fight descended into a stalemate, as both Super Saiyans threw punches at close quarters, with neither landing a direct hit. The rhythm of punches, blocks, and dodges was almost soothing in its way. It was almost too soothing for Luffa, as Goku angled his body to avoid her fist and then kept turning, setting up a spin kick. His boot connected with her right flank, but she was able to roll with it enough to dampen the impact.

For a moment, it seemed the stalemate was broken, as Goku relied on his kicks to keep Luffa at a safe distance. He was taller, which gave him an advantage in reach. As long as he kept up his momentum and moved his legs to where they needed to be, Luffa couldn't get close enough to strike back. Ki blasts were always an option, but neither of them were ready to go there. In the moment, it meant more to Luffa to overcome him without changing the terms of battle. And so she continued to play along, flying around Goku and searching for an opening to strike. Likewise, Goku continued to keep up his game, daring Luffa to find a solution instead of shifting to a new tactic.

The answer was simple enough. Goku had longer limbs, but there was one reach Luffa possessed that he did not. She goaded Goku into throwing kicks that extended his leg as far as possible. Each time she avoided his feet, but sometimes he would graze her skin with the soles of his boots. Then, at last, she moved in close enough for him to land a strike, and she caught his leg in her arms. This left her wide open, and Goku went for a punch, but then Luffa flipped around and caught him on the jaw with the tip of her tail.

The strike wasn't hard enough to knock Goku back, but it did rattle him enough to break his guard, allowing Luffa to release his leg and deliver a heavy knee to his abdomen. This sent him flying backward through the air until he managed to recover and stop himself.

Luffa was already on top of him to press her attack. Earlier, she had kept her tail out of the fight, lulling Goku into a false sense that she would not, or could not use it offensively. Now, she used it along with her arms and legs, battering Goku on all sides, whirling around like a top.

She had inspired him! This thought continued to percolate through Luffa's mind as she pressured him. Despite the centuries between them, despite her story being lost to time and suppressed by her enemies, some small part of Luffa's example had still managed to find its way to her successor. It had brought her to tears in the cafeteria, and now that they were fighting in earnest, she could pour her emotions into combat. It was more than she dared to hope for, and now she could show him what she truly was, and inspire him to achieve even greater things.

To his credit, Goku continued to block and dodge her attacks without giving up any ground. Now it was his turn to find a solution without escalating the battle or shifting to a different scenario. She expected him to grab her tail, much the same way she had foiled his kicks by targeting his leg. It only made sense for him to try this, since she would have to face away from him to attack with her tail, and if he managed to get a good grip on her, he would have a free shot. But this was not what happened.

Instead, as she spun around, she found Goku holding his hands in front of his face. For an instant, she wondered why he had left his guard down and moved in to capitalize. In the next instant, she regretted falling for his trap, as Goku suddenly cried out "Taiyo-ken!"

Suddenly, the world went white around Luffa, and she found herself unable to see anything. Even her ki senses were dazzled by the brilliance. She had encountered this technique before during Time Patrol missions, but she hadn't expected Goku to employ such a maneuver, and not in this situation. Now that it had happened, Luffa was forced to back off, and she anticipated a heavy strike.

Instead, when the blow came, it was far lighter than she had anticipated. Luffa barely managed to block it, having detected Goku's approach with her other senses. She did not, however, manage to deflect the second strike, or the third, and so on. By now, her vision was returning, but she found herself too imperiled to actually make any use of it. Goku was all over her, hitting her from all sides.

At last, Luffa became frustrated enough to put a stop to it. Raising her power, she suddenly caught each of Goku's hands as he struck, and used her knees to deflect his kicks. Soon, their melee battle had ended, and was now a test of strength. They each pushed against the other, with their fingers interlocked together.

"Impressive, Kakarot," Luffa grunted to him as they struggled. "You don't seem quite as strong as you were when you fought… Lord Beerus… but it seems like some of that god power must have rubbed off on you."

"Thanks," Goku said. "Lord Beerus told me that my body must have 'memorized' the god form somehow. I can't turn into a Super Saiyan God on my own, but I can still use some of that power in my regular Super Saiyan form."

"You're… going… to need it!" Luffa growled as she pushed harder. Their struggle had begun in the air, but the two of them slowly floated to the ground, as each of them sought something solid to stand on to improve their position.

"I can't… argue with that!" Goku replied. "You're really… urrgh… really something, Luffa. To think… you got this far… in such a short time…"

"I got a lot farther than this," Luffa said with a smirk. "Let me show you."

"Huh?" Goku began to ask, but before he could say anything else, Luffa increased her ki, and began to force Goku backward. Unable to resist her, all he could do was take a step back, and then another, and another. He tried to pull free of her, only to find that Luffa wouldn't let go.

"Confused?" Luffa asked. "Let me make it simple for you."

With a loud yelp, she pushed him harder and faster, causing Goku to lose his footing altogether. She now shoved him backward, driving him faster and faster until they crashed into something. When the dust settled, Goku realized they had plowed through a mesa and caused it to collapse. But Luffa still wouldn't let go, and she swung him around and smashed him into one of the largest portions of the mesa that was still standing.

Her grip seemed to be inescapable, but as Luffa prepared to fling him into something else, Goku brought up his legs and slipped them between their arms. Once he had threaded the space between them, Goku bent his knees around Luffa's arms, and applied enough pressure to force her to let go of his hands. With his arms freed, Goku could then take advantage of the position, and while he had Luffa's arms caught in his legs, he brought his hands together and drove them down on her head with tremendous force.

Luffa stumbled backward as they separated, and Goku followed up with an elbow smash aimed between her neck and left shoulder. She seemed dazed, but just before he could connect, she recovered and dropped to the ground. This threw Goku off-balance just enough for her to slide between his ankles and get behind him. Before he could turn around, she was back on her feet and wrapping her arms around his belly.

"What the--?" Goku asked. The answer was: back suplex.

With a savage grunt, Luffa threw herself backward and pulled Goku along with her, driving him head-first to the ground. That was her plan, anyway. What she hadn't counted on was Goku's reversal. He made a grunt of his own on the way down, and his golden aura flashed more intensely as he applied his power. He raised his hands so that they would hit the ground first, and when they made contact he generated a force through his legs that propelled his body forward, adding to the momentum of Luffa's throw. This allowed him to perform something like a handstand, but with Luffa still hanging onto his waist.

It was an awkward position, but more awkward for Luffa, who now had to decide whether to release her grip or take her chances on whatever Goku would do next. Before she could choose, Goku took flight, and grabbed hold of her wrists, trapping her. He then flew backwards, angling towards a large rock formation in the distance. But just as they reached it, Luffa's hands began to glow…

The planet was deserted, but if an observer had been there to witness the battle, they would have seen the two Super Saiyans collide with the hillside while simultaneously blasting it apart with an explosive wave of golden ki energy. The entire hill was blanketed with a cloud of dust and debris, which all glowed red from the residual energy of the blast. And when the color faded, and the dust cleared, this hypothetical observer would have found both Super Saiyans floating over what was left of the hill, completely unscathed.

"You managed to dodge that?" Luffa asked. "I'm impressed."

"I could say the same to you, Luffa," Goku said with a smirk. "You're no slouch, that's for sure."

"All right, maybe it's time we picked up the pace," Luffa said. "I was a little worried that the planet might get damaged, but from what I've seen, it looks like it'll be tough enough to handle this."

"Yeah," Goku said. "As long as nobody shoots straight down, I think we'll be all right. We are using blasts from here on, right?"

"Of course," Luffa replied. "As far as I'm concerned, everything's on the table. Oh, I get it… you were waiting for me to do it first, just to prove you didn't need to resort to that."

"Heh… Something like that," Goku said.

"Games within games, huh?" Luffa said. "There's more to you than meets the eye, Kakarot. Well, I'd say we're done with the warm up. Let's move on to the next stage."

As they circled each other in the air, both of them raised their arms and prepared to continue.

NEXT: Son Goku's Arsenal

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes-, six minutes-) Something's wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer, it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like Ι have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "Bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'?

Little gay-lookin' boy So gay, I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" That's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "Way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy

Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "Hell, yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause-

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton-, no, Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin'

I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes

To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a .9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24-7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything You say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream" Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop, " 'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head, there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard, be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

anon I think this constitutes a hate crime.

[jeremy-queere]

not to start any Discourse bc this is just my own preferences/interpretation. i do read michael as gay, full stop. that doesn't mean meremine can't exist but i've only seen it (GRANTED I HAVEN'T BEEN TOO ACTIVE IN THE FANDOM LATELY, this is NOT a sweeping statement about fandom trends. this statement does not sweep at all. it is kicking around a single dust bunny like a soccer ball) as a relationship w all 3 parties being in love with each other. i mean more power to christine if she can land 2 weed-smoking boyfriends. but tbh i'm here for the romance for jeremy w both of them, and then christine and michael unexpectedly bonding over their shared Weirdness w a capital W

like when i write michael, i have him be p distrustful of other peers especially ones that don't share his interests? and he is not a theatre gay sorry. so i think it would take a lot of time for him to warm up to christine and be able to get over the potential (very justified) jealousy/insecurity post-optic-blocking.

but that may lead to him trying to prove he's weird because christine is tangential to the Popular People and that always makes them leave him alone. but soon it becomes an arms race of shouting out their weirdest traits. i think christine will not even realize he is trying to challenge her so much as that they're just havin fun being fucking weirdos together