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mcondance · 10 months

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come close; hobie brown

getting high and talking about anarchy with some old 90's shit playing is a crazy way to fall for someone. but it happens.

pairing hobie brown x Black!afab!fem! reader

contents lots of weed, different terms for weed (mary jane, cess), talks of killing politicians (y’all r both anarchists so.), masturbation (both you and hobie), making out, fingering, riding, missionary, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (they're horny man dwbi), dirty talk, cervix kissing, lotsssss of praise, porn with plot (sorry i love plot 🙏🏾)

words 4.7k.. back on my longer fic shit!

warnings reader wears lipgloss, barely proofread so if you see any mistakes pls shoot me an ask!, umm i use the n word once!, i’m also,, not that great at writing his voice yet so.. hope it’s at least sorta accurate :3

extras the form i wrote this in is kinda,, unique igs but it flows rlly well i feel.

song shoutouts special thanks to lipstick lover by janelle monae, come close by common and mary j. blige, and green eyes by erykah badu!

signing off happy father’s day to hobie 🫶🏾

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not quite plug!hobie, but hobie who always has weed, who you smoke with the first time you buy from him.

you usually don’t smoke with randoms, but you hear some old 90's rap playing from inside his car, and he invites you in when you comment on it.

"what you know bout this?" you ask with a smile.

"a lot, actually. you wanna smoke and listen?"

not quite plug!hobie who's fine as fuck as he sits opposite you in his ride, tall and darkskin with cool ass hair. wild ass accent and even wilder style, but he makes it work. his music taste adds on to his overall allure.

but his political views? god. the charm in the shape of a little 'a' surrounded by a circle hanging from his mirror lets you know that he ain't like these other niggas.

he's an anarchist. so far, you're the only anarchist you know. it's so rare to find someone who has the same values as you.

not quite plug!hobie who's car you leave with music recs clumsily typed into your notes, and someone to talk about politics with, though you're too shy to text the pretty boy with the good weed, so you're sure it'll never happen.

not quite plug!hobie who texts you when you get home to make sure you arrived safely.

"driving while high ain't safe, ya know? you at home?"

"i've done it before. i made it home."

not quite plug!hobie who's so nice to you, complimenting your outfits and hair, even noticing when you meet him the 3rd time with a new style.

not quite plug! hobie who you find out has been giving you discounts when your friends ask if you ever bought from him after their recommendation, and you run them in on the details. you think it’s just cause y’all smoked the first time you ever bought from him and you bonded over political views and music. you don’t think nothing else of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you find yourself thinking about more and more often, ever since that first time y'all smoked together.

not quite plug!hobie who finds himself in the same predicament.

not quite plug!hobie who answers the door on your 6th buy in a pair of red sweats and a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lanky frame, hair tied up with a blue shoe string. he invites you into his crib, citing reasons of having no one else to talk to about his views with. after all, it's the first time you both have time to sit and talk and listen to music instead of a quick deal since that first time.

not quite plug!hobie who you get faded as fuck with, this time sharing a joint on his janky couch, heavy hands brushing against each other with each pass. he tries to ignore the aching in his very core every time you speak your mind, your aligning politics driving him crazy.

you mirror him, shaking off the.. arousal?.. no, it can't be. you can't be getting all heated just cause a man is an anarchist. whatever. just ignore it.

not quite plug!hobie who laughs when you tell him straight up, “people aren’t killing politicians anymore. that’s our fuckin’ problem.”

"really? you're wild. but i get it."

"course you do." you nod, taking another drag of the joint. erykah badu's "green eyes" is playing quietly in the background of your convo. hobie starts laughing.

"what?" you smile.

"song's called green eyes, right? well we got red eyes." it's corny and wouldn't be funny if you two weren't high as shit, but you are high as shit, so it's fucking hilarious.

not quite plug!hobie who's eyes linger on you as he pulls laugh after laugh out of your chest with his snarky little jokes.

not quite plug!hobie who walks you to your car after your smoke session, telling you to get home safely. he passes out after his head hits the bed, that after smoke sleep being some of the best he's ever had. he tries to chase you out of his mind as he succumbs to the cess.

not quite plug!hobie who lights a joint and then pulls his dick out the next day, hard and heavy, and strokes it thinking about his pretty little client— friend? whatever — hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around his thick base. he's tried to shake you off, went all day distracting himself with this and that, but it's not working.

not quite plug!hobie who cums in white spurts splattering on his chest to the thought of making you cum in a room filled with smoke, some old r&b playin as he dicks you down the way he's been wanting to since the first time your pretty ass came to him asking for some weed. he wants you bent over on the end of his bed, eyes low and red while he fills you up and fucks you good, gives you his dick like he feels you so rightfully deserve.

not quite plug!hobie who you seriously can't stop thinking of. last night's smoke session has you on edge, so you light another joint, but weed always gets you horny, so when you slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself to the thought of the pretty darkskin boy with the piercings and cool hair pushing his fat cock into your pretty hole, you blame it on the mary jane sitting pretty in your veins.

the fault lies in the mary jane for making you think about him laid on top of you, talking you through it as he damn near kisses your cervix, his wiry hands roaming your body. the fault lies in the mary jane for having your legs shaking, imagining your pretty plug folding you in half and ruining you, leaving you and your cunt sore and satisfied and dripping his cum.

not quite plug!hobie who cleans up while telling himself that he can't do this again, that you're not interested in him.

not quite plug!hobie who you block out of your mind as you shower. what you did wasn't right. it won't happen again.

not quite plug!hobie who you don’t buy from for a minute, cause you’re trying to stop smoking so much, for a while. you still keep in contact with him, though. daily texts, funny memes, and of course talks of anarchy. one day, you call him “bee” instead of hobie, and it sticks. he likes it.

not quite plug!hobie… who you fuck yourself to again, this time slipping three fingers inside your greedy cunt to satiate the need for him. it’s almost every night, and it’s a different fantasy every time.

in the backseat of his car, bent over on his counter, pressed into his couch cushions. your head pressing into your pillows while visions of hobie’s lips pressed to your ear praising you endlessly for being his good girl and taking him so well torment you. you’re insatiable, but when you text you have to pretend like you don’t want his piercing scraping against your clit as he eats you like a man starved.

not quite plug!hobie who has the same dilemma as you.. he can’t even go a couple of hours without growing hard in his sweats, glimpses of you spread out on his bed with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, or you face down ass up, sobbing in pure ecstasy. it’s not made better by y’all’s constant texting, more and more of your personality being revealed to him each day.

you both share one brain, really. and that one brain finds each other attractive, of course, but it’s not just that. it’s not just pure lust. you two have more in common than anyone you’ve ever met, and that sinks ache and want so deep into you that every night and day is spent trying to rid yourselves of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you buy from again almost two weeks later, two weeks that were filled with funny conversations and deep discussions of politics through text. two weeks that solidify the growing feelings you have for each other. this time, he’s wearing a pair of blue sweats and a tight black tee, and his hair is tied up just like the first time you came to his house. this time, brandy’s playing throughout his crib.

you’ve only known each other for about two months, but it feels like longer, for the both of you. you take your seat on the couch as he grabs his stash and his papers, pulling out one paper to roll up.

not quite plug!hobie who sits a little bit closer than he did last time. he smells good. your head is swimming already.

not quite plug!hobie who lights up and then lets you take the first hit, watching you wrap your glossy lips around the joint like he doesn’t wish they were wrapped around his dick instead. you pass the joint to him and settle onto the couch, raking your eyes over his lanky frame, and what you swear is a hard-on. no way. it has to be the weed.

he settles back onto the couch too, extending his long arms on the back. his arm comes up behind your head, and you rest your head on it, smiling dopily when he directs his hazy gaze your way. his playlist must have ended. you're left with him and your thoughts.

“you’re funny, you know?” he says through a breath of smoke, passing the joint to you.

“yeah?” you reply, hitting it again. “everyone tells me i’m just corny.”

“you’re not corny. you’re pretty hilarious, if i’m bein’ honest.”

and there it is again.

not quite plug!hobie whose words light that fire in you again, the fire that you’ve been dousing every night for the past two fucking weeks. fuck, not here. not now. you grab the joint from him in an attempt to push more weed into your system to flush him out, but you meet his pretty fuckin’ brown eyes and they’re low and his lips looks so good and he smells so good and suddenly you’re asking not quite plug who you’re two seconds away from fucking!hobie why he’s been charging you less than everyone else who buys from him and why he invited you into his car and into his house, twice.

and not quite plug who really wants to kiss you right now!hobie can’t even joke and twist his way out of this one. he’s tired of cumming alone to the thought of you. the worst you can do is leave. but the best? god, so many things.

“'s cause i think you’re pretty. n' i really wanna kiss you right now.”

“then do it.”

not quite plug!hobie who tastes like weed and chocolate. the hand that was resting on the back of the couch finds it’s way to the small of your back, fingers drawing nonsensical shapes into it. your hands find his knee and his neck as you press your lips into his. you slide closer to him, and then he’s using the hand resting on your back to push you into his lap, hands settling on your hips as you settle above him, your hands circling around his neck.

“how long?” you ask between kisses.

“since the day you walked up to my car.” he responds quietly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. he’s quick to trap your lips again.

god, he is hard. and he’s big, you can feel him pressing against the inside of your thigh. you hold your tongue, figuring you could deal with that later. right now, you just need to get out what you’ve been keeping in since the day you two met and you spotted the little ‘a’ hanging from his mirror.

the kiss grows deeper and he grows a little less shy, starting to use his hands gripping your waist to grind you against him. heat floods you when you realize that he's pulling you onto his cock, pressing your cunt against him, separated by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts.

you find his rhythm, falling into the pattern of his soft pushes and presses, a gentle lull of bodies moving against each other that makes you even more comfortable than you already are. soft little groans escaping the both of you, mixing with the smoke and infatuation in the air.

he lets you move the way you want, lithe fingers tracing up your back, hovering over where your hair falls onto your neck. he keeps kissing you for a minute, seemingly frozen. but then he's pulling away to speak, "can i- can i touch your hair?"

you stop moving with a smile. you nod. "yeah. thanks for asking." you kiss him again.

"course, love." he nods, and then he kisses you again. his long fingers snake into your hair, gently and softly. he strokes his hands through your locks, in time with your kisses and the movements of your hips that have started again. hands migrating from his neck, sliding down his chest, laying flat-palmed. your fingers slide under his tee, curling and gripping to pull him ever closer to you.

not quite plug!hobie who could kiss you forever. you could too, but you want more. you need him. so you pull away just a little, murmur "can feel you against me." chills rack through him at your words.

"i know. 'm so hard, darlin'." he pushes his hips up just a little, drawing a muffled whine from you.

"been wantin' you so bad.." you trail off. hobie takes it upon himself to move his hands from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, eyes fixed on yours, watching your every move. you nod, giving him permission to snake his fingers into your shorts, fingers that are met with no resistance.

"no panties? did'ya plan this, doll?" he smiles, slim fingers exploring your wetness, doing what he can with the limited space.

"mhm." you shake your head. "'s more comfortable." he hums in agreement. he circles your clit with his middle finger, dipping towards your entrance to collect more slick. you push down against his fingers, causing him to have to crane his wrist to reach you.

"can we take these off? can't touch you the way i wanna." you blush, averting your eyes to focus on the hand that disappears into your shorts.

"yeah." you breathe shakily, standing up and letting hobie pull them down your legs, hands on his shoulders as balance. your shirt is long, and it falls down to give you some modesty. hobie throws your shorts somewhere behind you before he leans back, giving you space to sit back down.

he looks so fucking good, brown eyes staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he reaches out for you, pulling you back into his lap by your hips. his hand disappears under your shirt while his lips find yours again, exploring you more freely this time.

"so wet, doll." he murmurs between one kiss and another, smiling when you whine. his fingers move at different speeds, pressing in different areas and circling at different speeds until he finds a combination that makes you jolt against him, whining "bee."

"thaaaaat's it, love." this time, you don't return your lips to his, instead tucking your head into his neck as you hump shamelessly against his hand, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your thigh. "keep going, baby," he urges, "show me how it feels."

and you do. you shiver and shake and whine and groan in pleasure, pressing kisses in his brown skin as he touches you the way he touched himself thinking about.

not quite plug!hobie who presses his thumb into your clit, sliding his hand farther down to tease your drooling hole. "'s wet, love. g'na feel so good 'round me." you moan loudly at that, at the thought of your fantasies coming true. you cant your hips down, sliding down his fingers until they're seated inside you, stroking gently at your sensitive walls.

pulling them out softly, he curls his fingers, twisting his wrist as you whine and mouth at his neck. "'s okay. you can bite." he nods, catching onto what you were holding yourself back from. you still don't, resign to licking and sucking instead.

until his fingers catch the spongy spot inside you, and your teeth are sinking into the column. "fuck," you damn near shout, pushing yourself onto his hand. he groans in response, pleased to be pleasing you and indulging in the pain you inflict on him. thumb on your clit and fingers playing with that spot, he brings his other hand from your hip to your hair to soothe you, to ground you.

it's sweet, really, his hand in your hair while the other one touches you the way you've been dreaming of. coos and hums meet your ears, soft sounds of affirmation egging you on to let yourself get lost in the pleasure he delivers you. arousal steadily dripping out of your hole, hobie's fingers sliding easier and easier inside you until he can pull out and slip right back in.

"you're so pretty, dove, fuckin' dreamgirl." he murmurs, staring down at your pretty face, arched eyebrows turned down in ecstasy, lips parted. the praise takes you closer and closer to the edge, his deep voice reverberating throughout your entire being, the pangs of arousal in your clit growing harder and faster. you're close.

you're so goddamn close to cumming for a boy you just wanted to buy from. his long fingers reach deep, deeper than you could ever even dream of. “hobie- i- i’m g’na-” you stutter against his neck, hips stuttering against his fingers.

“‘s okay, love, cum. i’m right here.” the rubber band snaps, and you're tightening your thighs around his hand while you shake and shiver, eyes closed tight with soft whines of "hobie, god it feels so good" tumbling from your lips. you tighten around his fingers, too, squeeze him so tight he winces, cause he just knows you're gonna feel so good wrapped around him. he pushes that thought away, though, focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.

fingers pressing into your clit and that spot inside you, he makes sure to milk every last second of your climax, eyes fixed on your ethereal features. aftershocks still racking through you, you finally open your eyes, and he takes it as a sign to gently pull his fingers out of you and wipe them on his sweats, and you shudder at the feeling.

"that was. . so much better than i imagined. n' i imagined it being pretty good." you smile and giggle, placing a kiss on his neck. he laughs in response, raising his eyebrows at your confession.

"bet i'm a better fuck than you imagined, too." the air in the room shifts again, and suddenly you're aware of his cock pressed against your thigh through his sweats again.

"bet you are."

you raise up, kissing him again as your hands find the waistband of his sweats and invite themselves in, meeting his dick that's been hard since you first sat down on his couch. "and i'm the one who planned this? you're free-balling." you murmur against his lips, and he mirrors your words from earlier.

"'s more comfortable, 's all— fuck." he's cut off when you pull his cock out of his sweats and run your finger over his pretty brown tip, dipping into his slit. his hips thrust up, chasing your soft hand. "g'na drive me crazy." he almost whines, jerking against you when you swipe your thumb against his aching tip again.

"just returnin' the favor." you shoot back, raising up to hover over him, swiping his leaking dick through your wetness. he wraps his hand around his thick base, moving in time with your teasing strokes. "you're big." you groan, hesitating to seat yourself on him.

"i know, doll, you can take it though. we'll make you take it." he speaks into your clothed chest, muffled and horny, and you’re sure he means what he says. you drip even more at his words, sticky slick wetting his fat tip.

not quite plug!hobie whose hands are on your hips as you sink down onto his pretty dick, whining into his neck as he encourages you. “you got it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well. god, she’s so wet.”

"she— fuck that's so hot," you moan, eyes rolling back at his words.

"mhm?" he hums.

you don't respond, too busy focusing on his fat cock pushing into you, focusing on the way you both make it fit, exactly like he said you would. finally, he bottoms out, your thighs resting against his sweats.

"g' job, babe. knew you could take me." you jolt against him, his heady words sending another pang of arousal straight to where you two meet.

not quite!plug hobie who you tell to move, raising your hips up as he pulls out, meeting him in the middle as he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours again, and his big chocolate eyes are fixed on yours, gazing upon you in adoration, while your eyes are fixed on where he disappears into you.

"so big, feels s'good. ." you whisper, meeting his gaze. the look in his eyes has chills running down your spine as you raise your hips again, choosing to connect your lips with his again. hobie starts to find a rhythm, now, wrapping his long arms around your waist. you swap spit with him as his hips meet your ass, taking over.

body bouncing with each of his thrusts into your pussy, arms wrapped around his neck. his lips slipping against yours, plump and wet. you both take it slow, basking in the feeling of finally being like this with someone you've wanted since you first saw them.

he fills you up so nicely, thick cock nestled in your achy walls, leaking tip just barely kissing your cervix as he thrusts just a bit harder and you push down a little more.

"y'feel me, darlin? 'm all the way in, at the end of you, god, 'm g'na make you mine." he babbles in pleasure, pushing his hips up even harder. still soft, but firm, and deliberate.

you nod against his lips, hand resting on his cheek. "feel you, bee, feel you in my fuckin' stomach, i swear." you feed off of him and he feeds off of you, kissing and slapping your hips against the others, wild and wanting. "fuckin' me so good, bee, makin' me yours."

"makin' me yours, doll, pussy's squeezin' me like she don't w'na let go."

"don't wanna let go, wan' you so bad." you confess, bringing your ass down onto his cock again. "i— fuck," you sob. his cock curves just right, and with his tip pressing against your spot now, hobie's found new determination.

"that it?" he asks, making sure to keep hitting that spongy patch of skin with every thrust, sheathing his cock in your wet heat.

"'s it, hobie, feels so good, shit." the high has worn off by now, leaving pure emotions and desire driving you two. you get tight around him again, cunt pulsing with every slam of his hips against yours. you feel so good around him, so tight and wet.

"'m g'na—, you're gonna make me cum, bee."

he moves one hand from around your waist at that, sliding between you two to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing wild shapes against the throbbing bud.

"fuck," you cry, grinding against his thumb and down onto his dick.

"you close again, doll? wan' you to wet me up, ma'me a mess," he encourages, big brown eyes fixed on yours like they've been the whole night.

"'m so close, bee, wanna cum for you, wanna wet you up."

"then do it." he mirrors your words from earlier, and the pleasure pulsing through your veins and infatuation swirling around in your blood gets to be too much, and you cum on his cock, still slamming your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. "thaaaat's it, doll." you hear hobie praise through the fog in your mind, bounces turned to messy grinds as you get all tight around him, cumming hard.

"y'alright, love?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face.

"mhm. w'na go again, you haven't come yet." he chuckles at your words, wrapping both hands around your waist and kissing you again.

"lay back, love." he murmurs against your lips, flipping you onto the couch. your back meets the smooth fabric as he lays you down, pulling his tee and his sweats off. you follow suit, stripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind his couch. his watchful eyes fall on your face, then your tits, then your cunt, taking your body in for the first time.

he finds his place on top of you, balancing himself on his elbows as he kisses you again. he reaches down, but you stop him. "lemme do it," you urge, replacing his hand. you line him up with your sopping entrance, nodding twice to tell him to push in.

the stretch is so fucking good, his cock bullying it's way into your tight cunt again.

"fuck, that's it," he curses, watching your face as he seats himself in your once again.

"so deep. ." you trail off, looking down at your stomach, and oh fuck, no way.

"hobie, hobes, look," you urge, and he points his gaze to where you're looking.

"oh, love, look at that. can see myself, right there," he presses down on the bulge he creates, ripping a broken moan straight from your throat.

"fuck me, please," you sob, squirming under him. he nods, understanding, and finds his rhythm easier this time, lean hips slapping against you. your body jolts up the couch with every thrust, choppy whines of nonsensical sentences leaving your mouth.

not quite plug who's absolutely pussydrunk!hobie can't get enough of your cunt, the way you squeeze him oh so tight, the wet squelches of your heat drawing him further into madness. he needs to go deeper, needs to fuck you harder, so he raises up, throwing your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to bury his cock deep inside you.

"baby, fuck." it's a gritted groan, head rolling back onto the couch as he mouths at your neck, licking and biting at your heated skin. his thrusts are slow and firm, dick kissing your cervix, the slaps sounding out through his living room.

you're both quiet this time around, too blissed out to do anything but fuck, allowing yourselves to succumb to pleasure. every inch of his cock fills you, driving you crazy, driving him crazy too. it's intimate, his lips on your neck, your fingers palming at his back, limbs tangled together. and you can feel it building up in you again.

"'m g'na cum, hobes." he moves one of his arms, bringing his thumb down to rub at your clit, still mouthing at your neck. he lets it happen this time, doesn't urge you or change anything he's doing, and you coast into your climax so gratifyingly that you almost cry, squeezing him tight once again. now, your focus is on making him cum.

"wan' you to cum, hobes."

"gotta pull out, love. we ain' even put a rubber on." he realizes.

"no you don't. 'm clean. jus' fill me up, please." in your right mind, you wouldn't let him, but you're not in your right mind, and neither is he. so he cums with a groan, shaking as he spills pressed against your cervix.

the air's.. different now, satisfied and calm. you both lay there for a while, until hobie's picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

after, he lights another joint that you two share tucked under his covers, hugged up like a couple.

not quite plug!hobie holds you as you both fall asleep.

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chmpgneprblem · 5 months

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SNOWFALL OF HEARTS ; CORIOLANUS SNOW

pairing: coriolanus snow x tribute!oc part: two summary: coriolanus is torn between his harsh pursuit of victory and the growing warmth in his heart for erykah, his tribute from district 9 warnings: ooc coriolanus a/n: this series is gonna be super fluffy so if you're looking for angst I am not the person to go to!! idc if snow ends up being a little shithead I hate writing angst previous parts: one word count: 1.6k join taglist!!

A peacekeeper led Erykah to a train car. She climbed up and surveyed the area for her district partner. He was sitting in the corner waiting for her. She sat beside him for the ride, hoping that he would be an ally.

“That was your sister right? The one you volunteered for.” He inquired. The question woke Erykah up. “Yes, it was.” She mumbled, hoping to herself that she was doing okay. “I wish I had somebody that would do that for me…” the boy muttered more to himself than to Erykah. She didn’t question him further and instead rested her head on the boy’s bony shoulder.

She hadn’t seen her family before she left. That could be the last time she sees her sister. Why did I ignore her? She thought of her mother. What is she going to do without me? Will she take good care of her, or will she mess it up like last time? She tried to push her worried thoughts to the side as she picked at her nails. Please take care of her while I’m gone, she whispered to herself.

Coriolanus stood nervously at the train station waiting for his tribute. His heart was beating out of his chest as he paced alongside the train, hoping to see Erykah or the male tribute from her district.

At that moment he saw Panlo jump out of one of the train carts and lift his hands to Erykah’s waist to set her on the ground. Coriolanus was getting worse. He touched his blonde curls, hoping it would calm him down. It was no use. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was about to have a heart attack.

Erykah dusted her dress off after getting out of the train cart. She looked over at him with a confused look before turning to Panlo. “You can go along without me.” She muttered to him, smoothing her slightly frizzy hair before walking over to Coriolanus.

He nervously reached a white rose out to her, hands slightly shaking. “Welcome to the Capitol” He uttered to her with a grin. She took the rose out of his hand, brushing her fingertips against his. The feeling made him shiver.

She took a long smell of the flower before questioning him, “Why are you here?” Although the question sounded rude, her sweet voice showed she was just curious. “I’m your mentor… for the games” He answered her, nerves starting to slightly dissolve. She nodded slowly, seeming to be thinking to herself. “Well what can you do for me as a mentor other than bring me roses?” The brunette tilted her head slightly as she asked him.

“I do my best to take care of you”

She blushed a little upon hearing that from him. The comment gave her comfort. She smiled widely, “Well that’s very sweet of you…?” She paused, realizing he never told her his name. “Coriolanus. Coriolanus Snow.” He answered her question, not as nervous as before.

“It’s been great talking to you Coriolanus, but I’ve got to go!” She announced with a big toothy grin on her face. A peacekeeper had shown up behind her, pushing her toward a different vehicle, one Coriolanus recognized as a cattle car.

He sauntered after her as she got in the car. He walked along the train asking peacekeepers if he could ride with them. The two that previously stood outside the doors of the car, were now running after one of the male tributes that attempted to get away. Now was the chance, he thought to himself as he trod onto the car.

As soon as he got in, all the tributes were looking at him. Some with bloodthirsty eyes. Some with expressions of fear.

He stood there nervously as they continued to stare. “What’s wrong pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?” A man Coriolanus recognized as the tribute from district eleven asked him mockingly. “Get him Reaper.” He heard one of the other tributes mutter to him as Reaper strode up to Coriolanus, slamming him against the back wall of the car.

“I’ll kill you right now.” He declared aggressively. Some of the strong looking tributes got out of their seats and announced they all should. “Nothing left to lose now.” The tribute that tried to run away earlier stood up cracking his knuckles with a scowl on his face, seeming to be moments away from beating up Coriolanus.

“You got any family at home? Friends, maybe even a pet? They’ll be killed if you hurt him. Then you.” Erykah interrupts their conflict, attempting to defend Coriolanus. “Besides, he’s my mentor; I might need him,” She adds with a barely noticeable smile.

“How come you got one?” A girl with a short dark red haircut asks. Erykah didn’t know the answer, turning her gaze to the blonde for help. “You all get one.” He tried to comment calmly as Reaper was still pushing him against the wall.

“Well why aren’t ours here? How come flower girl here gets special treatment? Is it cause she volunteered?” She talked fast, poking fun at her for the incident at the reaping. “It doesn’t have anything to do with me volunteering. I guess yours just wasn’t inspired.” Erykah smarted back at her with a smirk.

The red haired girl looked like she was about to lunge at her when the cart started to shake. Everybody started to panic as the shaking got more and more aggressive. Coriolanus hung onto the back as it started to tip over. Erykah rushed out of her seat to get to him. She latched onto his right arm, he put that same arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

The cart tipped over completely. Coriolanus’ grip on the back of the cart loosened as he and Erykah fell down.

His eyes adjusted to the brightness of the outdoors as he realized where he was, the Capitol zoo. He looked around panicked, eyes meeting Erykah’s as she searched for his rose from earlier.

A man doing a news report seemed to finally notice his presence. “Excuse me sir! Who are you, and why are you in there with them? We’re live.” He gestured to the camera recording him.

Coriolanus panicked as he stood up. Erykah grabbed his arm bringing him back to reality. “Own it,” She muttered, looking up at him with big eyes as he breathed heavily. He nodded slightly at her, trying to calm himself down.

He took the rose from her hand and snapped the stem. He grabbed the loose curls on her face, tucking them behind her ears before putting the rose behind her ear as well. She gave a small smile up at him before taking his hand in hers.

They walked up to two young kids in the crowd, seeming to be siblings. “Hi there, what’s your name?” She knelt down to the children's level, still holding Coriolanus’ hand. “My name is Pontius, that’s my little sister Venus. She’s only four.” The young boy told Erykah. “I have a little sister too. She’s quite a bit older than yours though.” She told Pontius with a slightly sad smile.

“That’s really cool that you took her place. Someday I want to be as brave as you.” The little girl, Venus, spoke to Erykah. “Well you can be anything you want to be sweetheart.” She gave the girl a big smile. She reminds me of Maggy, she thought to herself.

She stopped her conversation with Venus to turn to the reporter. “And who might you be?” She questioned the reporter with a smile as she stood up, her hand letting go of Coriolanus’ to move to her hip.

“I’m Lucretius ‘Lucky’ Flickerman but more importantly, who might you be; Erykah from district 9.” He spoke to her in a very newscaster voice. “Well as you know my name is Erykah Thorpe. I do a little singing at a local bar in nine… Not much to know about me, I suppose!” She giggled and looked over at Coriolanus to see him with a smile.

“Well I’m sure the people in the Capitol would love to hear you sing, I know I would!” He talked to her enthusiastically. “I would love to!” She told him, partially for the cameras. Despite her love for music, the thought of singing for the Capitol made her feel weird.

“Do you know my mentor? He says his name is Coriolanus Snow, and I must have gotten the brightest star in the Dipper cause none of the other mentors decided to show up.” She told Lucky with a smile, grabbing Coriolanus and moving him lightly forward, attempting to change the subject.

“The game makers did tell you to jump in the cage with them…?” Lucky questioned Coriolanus. He tensed up at the comment. “They didn’t tell me not to. They just said that it was a mentor’s job to introduce our tributes to the citizens of Panem.” The way he spoke to Lucky almost sounded sarcastic. Erykah could tell the game makers got on his nerves. “And I thought if Erykah is brave enough to be here then why shouldn’t I be too.” He stopped talking to look down at her, who gave him a smile and a nod.

“Well it looks like you're about to be whisked away young man.” Lucky informed him in a slightly sarcastic voice. Coriolanus turned around to see two peacekeepers about to pull him away from the conversation. But Erykah stopped them, grabbing onto Coriolanus’ arm to say one final thing to him.

“Can you get me some food please? I haven’t eaten since before the reaping.” She asks Coriolanus, practically pleading with him. All he did was give her a soft nod, and he was pulled away. Can I really win this? She thought to herself as her only chance of survival walked away from her.

tags: @kkmikayla @specialk6802

#coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #young!coriolanus snow x reader #thg #the hunger games fanfic

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bigbadjelly · 9 months

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Gone Baby, Don’t Be Long

E42!Miles x reader

2.9k wrds

COLLEGE AU 💜You meet Miles during the summer break between freshman and sophomore year of college, and during the year you start developing feelings for him.

warnings: language, suggestive, drinking, oblivious reader

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He met you in a club, dancing like you were looking for somebody. Miles couldn’t help but give in once you made eye contact.

Dancing with you made him feel intoxicated, your smile made him borderline dizzy. Once the song ended he walked you to the bar.

“You’re beautiful,” was the first thing he said to you.

“Thanks. You too.”

You internally slapped yourself. He laughed, covering his smile. Shit. This guy was Micheal B Jordan level handsome. The purple bar lighting made his dark skin glow. It accentuated his muscles peaking from his jacket.

You sipped on your drink, feeling the substance warm your chest.

“Whatchu doin after this?”

You.

“Nothin ma, you tryna come over?”

A smile was your answer. You swayed next to him while waiting for the uber. You definitely drank more than you thought.

Miles took notice, holding your hand and bringing your back to his chest. He leaned down to whisper in your ear:

“Lean on me, mami”

You fell asleep on his shoulder on the drive to his place. He picked you up and carried you inside, laying you on his bed before sleeping on the couch.

You woke up in his bed to him making breakfast. He was playing a record: New Amerykah Part Two by Erykah Badu. It was a special edition with a purple record.

Immediately you geeked out, singing along in your smudged makeup and wrinkled dress, in the apartment of a man you’d known for less than 18 hours, chatting about the greatest neo-soul artist of all time.

“You like plantains, ma?”

“Obviamente.”

It was a fast friendship.

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“Friendship.”

It’s been months. Miles has either lost his game, or you are severely ignorant. How could he be friends with a beautiful girl that listened to the same music as him?

When he found out you both attended the same university, he invited you to a study date. Clearly he didn’t emphasize the ‘date’ part enough.

Here you were, on his couch in your pajama pants and one of Mile’s shirts, looking beautiful; talking about a cute guy you saw at the Taco Bell drive through.

You looked up from your laptop to see his deadpan expression.

“What’s the stank face for?”

“I dunno, (Y/N). What you talkin’ about other guys for?”

“Who else am I gonna tell?”

He kissed his teeth and looked back down at his work. You were used to it. Miles was a touch and go kind of guy, you could never really tell how he’d react.

Sometimes you would think you barely knew him. He was sweet around you, but most other people seemed to steer away. He was rarely without a bruise or two or a scratch. You wondered where he got them.

You still liked him. Every time you hung out with him you cursed yourself for not making a move the first night he brought you over. But since he never pulled anything like that, you figured your attraction was unrequited.

(You were wrong, by the way)

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You and Miles shared a Sociology class, and after a tough final exam you really wanted to surprise him with something nice.

You tried to think of foods he liked, but it was difficult. Anytime you hung out together he always insisted on getting whatever you wanted.

Close to giving up, you texted his old high school roommate you remembered meeting at a party Miles brought you to a while back.

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YOU: GANKE!! THIS IS URGENT!!

YOU: what is miles favorite food 🙏🏼

GANKE: who is tjis

YOU: 😒

YOU: y/n

GANKE: oh shit!

GANKE: miles gf

GANKE: idk probably tostones

YOU: awesome thanks

YOU: also we’re not dating

GANKE: …

GANKE: sure

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Tostones were easy enough. After getting ingredients and frying them, you put them in a lunchbox with some guacamole.

As an afterthought you grabbed some Coronas and some limes and left your dorm to catch the bus to Mile’s apartment.

On the way over you were deep in thought. You met Miles last summer, and you had been friends for close to a year.

You were always sleeping at his place, studying with him, eating with him, partying with him. You knew his family. He knew yours.

He wasn’t your best-friend. Because what you felt definitely wasn’t friendly. It was hungry. You ached for him. You wore his clothes for gods sake.

Shoving the baggage out of your mind, the bus came to a stop a block away from his building.

You knocked once.

Twice.

Three times?

Okay. So maybe he went somewhere else after taking the test. But he did say he was going home…

In your mind you weigh using the key he gave to to unlock his front door and let yourself in vs. being a normal person and giving up.

A soft thud from inside shifts your decision to the latter. You enter the apartment quietly, setting your bags and shoes on the floor before entering the living room.

It was an eery type of quiet. You heard wind flowing through an open window in another room down the hallway. A low groan, and another soft thump.

“Miles?”

The shuffling coming from the other room came to a dead stop. You made your way down to Mile’s room, turning and—

“¡Díos mío!”

You ran to a slumped Miles, covered in shallow cuts that were bleeding profusely. You touched a hand to his face, and he inhaled sharply, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

“Hola mami,”

“Are you fucking serious Morales? ¿Qué pasó?”

“Eso no es mi culpa,”

He let out a laugh that turned into a shallow cough. Your throat tightened, and you felt your eyes turn shiny.

Okay. Focus. First Aid.

“Miles. Where do you keep your first aid kit?”

“De…Debajo de la cama,” He strained.

You opened it to find most of the supplies depleted. With paper towels and clean water from the kitchen you dabbed at his face, frowning at his pained expression.

Being this close to his face should have had you rejoicing. You ran your hands along every curve of his head, your thumb swiping his bruised lip.

There was a larger cut near his scalp you were being especially careful of. Embarrassed, but determined, you stood on your knees with his legs tucked between yours, and his head leaned towards your chest as you cleaned and applied ointment to his scalp. A few butterfly bandaids finished the job.

“Done.”

He suddenly lifted his face to meet yours, and you fell back, your butt landing on his thighs as his hands reached up to catch your hips. He was impossibly close, maybe three centimeters was between your noses. You could see his speckled brown irises, a million shades of beautiful. You were breathing heavy. He moved closer, his eyelashes brushing yours as he looked down at your lips and

“I—um. I brought you tostones. and beer,”

The trance broke. His eyes met yours and he broke out in a grin that had you blushing all the way to your toes. You scrambled off of him and apologized for if you hurt him.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried,”

Miles used the window to pull himself up, straining as he did so. you wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to the living room. After he was sat on the couch, you went to get the (now cold) tostones.

As you handed him a beer your hands brushed and he gave you the same look as earlier when you were on top of him.

Shit— was he going to kiss you then? Did you ruin it? You drank half your beer quickly, drowning the thought.

“Aye, you good ma?”

Misreading, Miles kicked himself for letting you find him like this. He thought you were drinking over his injuries.

Grabbing your empty hand, he held it, and looked at you all serious.

“Baby I want you to know that I trust you. And I know you aren’t some moral saint but I gotta let you know something about me that isn’t lawful,”

He was tipsy. You were tipsy. Miles felt his truth flowing from him to you, intoxicating him further. It was just like that first night. He had wanted to kiss you so bad, to do more than that. But you were drunk. Shit, he was drunk too.

He closed his eyes, breathing. Feeling your hand in his, small and un-calloused against his rough skin.

“Y/n. I’m the Prowler,”

Opening his eyes to see your reaction, he was caught off guard by your wide grin.

“…Yknow I could be emo and shit, Morales, and tell you that our relationship is over because you’re some type of vigilante,”

Your words slurred, your eyelids low. You said relationship instead of friendship on purpose. Feeling him hanging off of your words, you kept it slow.

“But…”

You bring both hands to his cut up, bandaged, and tipsy face.

“I know you’re a good person. People gotta do shit they don’t wanna do. I know you worry about your mama and how she’s living—“

You sigh.

“Miles I grew up in Brooklyn. I know how it is. My family survived by doing some illegal shit. I’m not gonna lie and say I love what you’re doing but please don’t d—“

You don’t know when you started crying. Miles wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug. With your face in his neck and hand twisted in his shirt you cry. Embarrassing and ugly, heaves wracking your chest.

“Please don’t die on me, Miles,”

You feel his body shaking, and pull back thinking he’s laughing at you. He’s not. Miles G Morales is crying.

“Oh jevo—“

You don’t think about how easily the name slips from your lips. You pull him into you. His cheek on your chest as he shakes and holds onto you like a life raft.

He falls asleep like that. You, with your back against the cushions, him slotted between your legs with his head on your chest.

Mile’s weight and even breathing puts your to sleep, your fingers caressing the curls at the nape of his neck.

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“Hey, Y/n, I love…” Too much.

“What’s up Y/n, are you free later?” Nah, that shit didn’t work last time…

“Do you want to go on a real date sometime Y/n?” Fuck.

Miles drags his hand down his face with a groan. You really have him whipped, cause he’s been standing in front of the mirror for half an hour talking to himself.

A week ago when he’d told you he was the prowler he thought that was progress towards a more… romantic type of relationship.

Almost like he was giving you the amount of trust he needed for this to really work out. Jesus, he needed to man up.

Why is killing people so much easier than asking out the girl you like?

It was almost concerning how easily you accepted him. You were too good for him. You were everything good.

The way you smelled, the way you walked, the way you got along with his mom, the way you always—

*knock knock*

Showed up at the right time.

Miles walked over to the window next to the fire escape and unlocked it. As soon as it was open, you launched yourself at him.

“Hey—hey ma chill!” He exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, arms wrapping around you.

You stared up at him, chin on his chest. After getting off work, you decided to head right over to Mile’s and spill all your feelings.

Your favorite coworker had recently asked out her now boyfriend, and it inspired you to be bold. But…

Now that you were here and wrapped around him, it felt less easy.

“What’s on your mind N/n?” Miles asked, guiding you to sit next to him on his bed.

“Um… I just got off work and wanted to… I dunno. See you, I guess. Sorry. I sound dumb and I definitely smell like frying oil.”

He grinned at you, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“How about you shower, mami? You got clothes here. I don’t gotta see Unc until 9.”

You nodded, getting up and turning to hide your dumb smile. Why was he so romantic and handsome? Someone needed to detain you before you jumped his ass.

You walked into the living room in a towel. Miles laid back on the couch watching soccer.

“Hey, Morales, can you tell me where the—“

He turned to look at you, his eyes widening before slapping his hands over his eyes

“Aye mami where yo clothes at!” He shouted turning away from you.

“You never seen a girl naked before Morales?” You quipped.

Usually he would have a response but he seemed almost shy. Weird.

“I put your clothes in the dryer. It’s your nike shorts and that Aaliyah shirt you stole from Ma”

“Cool. Thanks.”

When you arrive back in the living room properly dressed Miles lets out a sigh of relief.

Something in him felt guilty for relishing the glance he caught of you with water droplets still clinging to your skin, and towel stopping at the top of your thighs.

“Do you have a blow dryer?” Your words knock him out of his trance.

“Yeah. Follow me, it’s in the bathroom.”

Miles plugs it into the wall, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Did your girlfriend leave this here Morales?”

Miles laughs.

“I dunno, did you?” He replies.

That shut you up real quick.

He grabs a boar hair brush and blow drys your wet curls straight section by section. He’s gentle, a soft smile resting on his face as he works.

As he moves to unplug the blow dryer you turn around, facing him with your back against the bathroom counter.

Once again, your find your faces close, his hovering above you now that you’re both standing.

“You got to stop playing with me Miles, or I’m gonna think you’re serious”

“About what, ma?”

“Don’t play dumb. You know I like you and you still—“

“I didn’t know that.” He says softly, breath catching in his throat.

“I didn’t know you liked me.” His hand found your cheek, stroking the soft skin.

“Well..” You say, your voice shaking. “Now you do. So—“

His lips catch yours suddenly, and you gasp into the kiss before leaning into him. Your arms stretch up to wrap around his neck, burying him in your lips.

His hands hold your face, tilting you to the side as his tongue pokes though your lips deepening the kiss. You moan at the action and his takes the opportunity to grab your thighs and set your butt on the counter behind you, putting your faces closer.

His hand finds your lower back and you arch into him as he kisses you dizzy. His lips are soft against yours, and he tastes delicious. His small whimpers send shivers down your spine.

He pulls away suddenly, his eyes lidded as he breathes heavily. His lips are shiny.

“Y/n, you wanna go on a real date sometime?”

“You have to say it first.”

“Say what?”

“I said it, so you have to say it. Say you like me, Morales” You cross your arms across your chest.

He chuckles, hands leaving your thighs to hang at his sides.

“I can’t do that,”

“Why not?” You frown.

“I don’t like you,” The fuck?

“I love you, Y/n. So much.” Miles moves closer to you, kissing you.

It’s softer this time. He pulls away and wraps his arms around you. You do the same, hitting him on the back. He leans back to look at you, tears welling in your eyes.

“Woah, woah, hey ma I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked like that-“

“I love you Miles Morales.”

His eyes widen and he laughs. You hit him in the shoulder, tears dripping down your face as you cry.

“Why *hick* are you laughing dickhead?!”

“Cause my girl being ridiculous and crying cause she loves me so much.”

“Your girl, huh?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs, drying his hands on his shirt.

“Yeah. You’ve always been my girl. But now we can be kissing and shit”

“And shit?”

“What, you need an example, ma?” You squeal as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you back to bed.

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Miles wakes up to his 8:30 alarm. The sky is dark. You shift next to him, still asleep. He kisses the top of your head and drags the blanket to your shoulders before getting out of bed to get his Prowler getup on.

He stands in the living room, twisting his mechanical glove onto his hand as he hears you shuffling into the room.

“Miles?” You rub sleep out of your eyes and look at the soft purple glow in the dark room. You’d never seen Miles in his Prowler suit in person. Only on the news.

“Hey ma. I gotta head out for a bit,”

You walk over to him quickly and wrap him in a hug, the cold metal of his claws rest on your back.

“Come back and be safe Morales. I’m not leaving until I see you come back through that window.”

“You got it ma.” He pecks your lips and closes the window, jumping from the fire escape. You sigh, walking back into Mile’s bedroom and tucking yourself alone under the covers.

Gone baby, don’t be long.

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first fic🤭 (on this tumblr) pls enjoy and ignore any errors because i am literally just a girl

i also have a 1610!Miles fic in the works. It’s getting long so part 1 may be coming soon. Love ya!

(Actually one last thing: “Debajo de la cama” is also a lyric in Lo Busqué by Ana Bárbara)

#across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales x you #miles gonzalo morales #miles morales prowler #black reader #latina reader #jellyfics #earth 42 miles x black reader #earth 42 miles fluff #Spotify

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gingerylangylang1979 · 7 months

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The representation debate.. yes, this is all over the place.

I don't even know if I'm the most intelligent person to start this discussion nor do I have answers. What I do know is there is a debate brewing surrounding Bottoms and queer representation that got me thinking about representation in entertainment in general. I'm not queer but I am a black woman, so that is my frame of reference. I will also preface by saying I haven't seen the film.

Apparently some people are mad that Rachel isn't a lesbian or Jewish but has played multiple characters with those identities. In a plot twist, Emma, a Jewish lesbian cast Rachel in Jewish lesbian roles twice, so she's unbothered. Ayo has played a few queer roles and has been consistently vague about her identity but one could assume from her interviews that she is possibly bi or pansexual. Anyways, it came out that Rachel has/had? a boyfriend and Ayo has/had (maybe they broke up?) a boyfriend and people have been up and arms. Like Ayo's dude/ex-dude? was getting harassed to the point a mutual friend stepped in. I think part of this is people just mad because these women maybe are taken and they can't date them but also mad because they feel the roles should have gone to women who are 100% lesbians. I've read some people mad that they think it's a cop out for the actresses to not be transparent because they are in possibly the biggest lesbian movie for this generation. So I guess the question is what do they owe that community, if anything? Not my community, so I dunno but fascinating to think about what this means culturally.

I get that a community can feel that actors who get roles representing them should be cast with people from that marginalized group being prioritized. It took years for things like black, brown, and yellow face to become taboo, for queer characters to even be a thing, and actors allowed to be out. So it does seem like that work should be graciously granted to people who fit those demographics. Like, all of this is still new and messy in Hollywood so I do feel like some reparations as far as opportunity are due. And Hollywood has failed hard even recently. We've just a few years ago had cases of white actors being greenlit to play Asian characters. And I don't care if the characters were bi-racial, most mixed race Asian people look identifiable as being of Asian ancestry and are viewed as non-white. Like, I don't want to see a white person play a bi-racial black woman. Nope. And don't even get me started on how colorist the industry still is. In 2023 black entertainers still feel the need to bleach their skin, only wear European looking hair, and get nose jobs to get ahead. And the sad thing is, it often works. Even Erykah Badu gave in. So we need more black women who look straight up black to not be sidelined... STILL.

So my next thought is people who would say, but, but POC are playing traditionally white characters. To me it doesn't make a difference if the OG character is white if their specific heritage had nothing to do with the character. And even then, exceptions can be made. British, doesn't have to mean white, for instance, etc., etc. And Hamilton subversively cast POC as American founding fathers.

But anyways, back to Bottoms. Again, I don't have a true dog in this fight except to say I'll just focus on Ayo, because she's a black woman. Honestly, I'm just happy to see her get good roles. I don't care if she is personally queer, if she personally isn't queer as long as she is representing an interesting black woman. I do have stakes in her being into men on The Bear because that's the romance I see brewing regardless of what people think representation wise. Her character could be bi or pan and I would be fine with that but sorry, I can't dismiss what I see as her into Carmy. Not to derail this with my shipper goggles but there is a strong contingent of people deeply invested in seeing Syd be a lesbian and I get it but I think if that's not what is written, it isn't what's written regardless of what representation people want to see.

I dunno, my opinions aren't coherent nor do I think I've figured anything out and am not trying to speak for other communities. I'm just sharing passing thoughts and wanted to get other people's opinions in hopefully a civil discussion.

#ayo edebiri #rachel sennott #emma seligman #bottoms movie 2023 #the bear #sydney adamu #carmy x sydney

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xxaraaq · 11 months

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𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨

I was listen to Green Eyes by Erykah Badu and I just got this idea so here we are

Eren x Black!reader

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Your eyes are green, and not because you eat a lot of vegetables. They're green and it has everything to do with his new friend. You’re insecure, but you can’t help it. You see the way he looks at her when she’s not looking. Everybody does. The way he laughs too hard when she says something that’s not even fucking funny. It’s so obvious, but everytime you bring it up to him, he brushes you off like a bug. You’re done with him at this point, and your mind agrees, saying that it’s time to move on; but your heart? It lags behind, hoping that he’ll change.

“The fuck you mean you breaking up with me?” He asks, anger written across his face.

“I just told you Eren, I can’t keep doin’ this shit with you. I’m not gonna watch you fall in love with somebody else! I’m not gonna just sit here and act like it’s not happening!”

It hurts you to say it. Loving him was not supposed to hurt like this. You feel silly honestly, thinking that he would actually get his shit together.

“Say it Eren! Say that you’re in love with her! I want to tell you that you fell out of love with me and in love with her!” You’re crying now, tears pushing past your eyes and onto your burning cheeks. You see his face freeze up, mind silently searching for a lie that can settle your mind. “I-I am in love with her. But I still love you y/n; I swear that I do.” He says, almost pleading for forgiveness.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me. I loved you Eren! Do you even know what that means, to love someone? To really love them, to be in love with them? It means to cherish and appreciate them in a way that you don’t do with anyone else, but you couldn’t even do that, could you?” All he can find in your eyes is sadness.

No disgust, no anger, just pure anguish.

He stops, seeing how much he’s affected you. You really did love him, and he fucked it up without a second thought.

“So you don’t love me anymore?” He already knows the answer by the way you look at him. You’ve given up on loving him, and he’s just now noticed.

“You really want an answer?” You ask. He doesn’t, he really doesn’t. But he needs to hear it before you walk out of his life for good. “Please y/n… I know the answer, but I need to hear you say it.”

“I don’t love you anymore”

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-Nene

#nene #x black reader #x reader #aot x reader #aot #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #eren yeager #shingeki no kyojin #eren x you #eren x reader #eren x black reader

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nereidprinc3ss · 16 days

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what's your favorite song right now?

oh what a soul-baring question…. i can’t choose just one but right now ive had didnt cha know by miss erykah badu on repeat, knockin on heavens door by bob dylan (!!!), and so much hozier (his first album is in my opinion the most spencer reid coded music ever, i could write a fic for every line of every song LOL), chappell roan, amy winehouse, LOTS of kendrick lamar…… idk i could keep going, i love music i will listen to truly any kind!!!

so there was an overly detailed answer to a question you didn’t technically ask me!!! thank u margot im sorry i just listed my whole spotify wrapped😭😭 i simply cannot provide a direct answer to any question ever

#asks #ramblings

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elocinnicole · 1 year

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Mistletoe

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader [Lauren Taylor] (College AU) Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI smut (phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, overstimulation) Summary: Daveed offers his girlfriend some relief as she prepares for finals. AN: Hey! How y’all doing, ya girl is back! I had so much fun writing this I hope everyone enjoys! This is for DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas22. So why not return with a Daveed Diggs smut? I hope everyone had a great Holiday and Happy New Year to Everyone!!!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 2.4K Prompt used: 13 "You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

December 2003

Lauren sat in her dorm, Erykah Badu playing on her iHome speaker, studying at her desk. She has Fall Semester finals approaching, and she feels like she’s at her breaking point. She’s in her senior year as an Architectural Studies Major and counting down the days until graduation. Her concentration was broken by her phone ringing. She quickly ignored the call as she diligently continued her sketch for the first part of her final project. Lauren was determined to finish her sketch despite the busy day she had. Not only did she do her work study, but she also had gymnastics practice today, to say she was tired would be an understatement. Her phone rang again, and she instantly hit decline. Whoever was calling her would have to wait.

When she was about to put the finishing touches on her sketch, her phone rang again. Frustrated she slammed her pencil down and answered the phone.

“Hello?” She greeted her voice laced with venom.

“Damn, you ain't check your caller ID?” Lauren tried to hold back the smile that was trying to form but she couldn’t help herself.

“You know you wanna smile, Lo.” Lauren’s boyfriend Daveed said through the phone.

“Hey, babe. I’m sorry I’m just trying to get this to work.” She responded not taking her eyes off the blueprint she was working on. She placed her phone on speaker and returned to working on the blueprint.

“You working on that blueprint still?”

“Yeah, I want it to be perfect.”

“Don’t stress yourself out, you already sent me a picture. It looks amazing.” Daveed insisted, his voice heavy and low

“What you doin’ you sound tired?”

“I’m good, are you alone?” Lauren raised her eyebrow at the question.

“Um, yeah, Jamila and Kaitlyn are at the library and Alyssa left Monday. Fucking English major.” She lamented

“So that means you by yourself?”

“Yeah, you already asked me that. What’s going on?”

“I want you to stop working on your blueprint.”

“What? Babe, no I told you before I need to get this done I have gymnastics practice tomorrow.”

“Lauren.”

The tone of his voice made her stop, she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation and arousal.

“Yeah,” she breathed

“Get on the bed for me.” Lauren quickly grabbed her phone and climbed onto her bed. “You in bed?” Lauren nodded forgetting for a split second that he couldn’t see her, she heard him chuckle and mentally slapped her forehead

“Can you use your words, babe?”

“Yeah,”

“Where’s your vibrator?” Lauren rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s question

“It’s not a vibrator, it’s a massager.” She stressed

“Then why you keep it under your pillow?”

“For when my leg cramps up at night.”

“Oh aight” Daveed replied unconvinced “What you wearin’ right now?”

“My blue shorts, the ones you like, and your Track shirt. Do you want me to take it off?”

“No, leave it on. I’ve been missing you, Lo.” Daveed breathed into the phone

“I miss you too D,” Lauren moaned into the phone, while she caressed her breasts

“Whatchu doin Lo?” Daveed asked her but they fell on deaf ears as she started to pinch and pull on her nipples “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, Lo.” Lauren sighed before reluctantly removing her hands from her breast.

“D,”

“I got you, Lo, take off your shirt for me. Play with your nipples Lo.” Daveed chuckled at the shuffling he heard over the phone. Lauren groaned as she did what she was told, she heard Daveed curse into the hone. “Fuck, babe I wish I could see you right now. Tell me how you feel?”

“It feels good…but fuck, I wish it was you.”

“I know Lauren me too,”

“Shit, Daveed.”

“Go head and see who wet you are,” Daveed said huskily

Lauren didn’t hesitate and immediately began to rub her clit, her hips began to move on their own, whimpering at how good it made her feel. She pressed two fingers inside moaning and gasping aloud.

“Daveed, I want you so bad right now.” She could hear his breath becoming heavier it was clear he was touching himself as well. Just then the door to the dorm swung open. In record time, Lauren pulled her blanket over her body to shield her bare chest.

“Lauren! Guess what the fuck happened—” one of Lauren’s other roommates Jamila called out

“You good?” She questioned eyeing Lauren,

“Uh, yeah I’m just talking to Daveed.”

“Oh, hey Daveed!” She greeted, seemingly clueless as to what was happening before she walked into the room.

“Hey Jamila,” Lauren took Daveed off speaker and held the phone to her ear.

“I’ll talk to you later,”

“Okay, when do you come home?”

“I’m staying through break, I’m taking a winter class and I have practice so I’ll be spending Christmas here.” Lauren deadpanned

“Damn, Lo. I thought we could spend some time together.”

“Me too, but we have Olympic trials coming up and I’m on the shortlist.”

“I understand, stop working on your project and get some rest.”

“Since when do you tell me what to do?” Lauren teased

“Do I need to remind you who’s in charge?”

“Maybe, I think I forgot,” She flirted back causing Jamaica to gag dramatically, Lauren rolled her eyes at her roommate

“Bye Daveed, love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Alright, guys I have to go soon. I’ll be home after New Year,” Lauren said to her parents over the phone

“Okay, sweetie. Merry Christmas!” Overlapping Holiday greetings rang over the phone from various family members.

“Merry Christmas Mom and Dad, I love you!” Lauren ended the phone call, tears threatening to fall. This is her favorite time of the year and not spending it with her family or Daveed, was hitting her hard this year. She disliked the one person who could make her feel better, hoping to get rid of his feeling.

Lauren frowned when she was sent to voicemail after one ring. She dialed his number again and the same thing, straight to voicemail. He’s never ignored her call unless he’s texted her that he was doing work or at practice. Wanting to shrug off the feeling she went back to working on her final project for class. Maybe she’ll call him later.

She was about to call him back again when there was a knock at her door. Lauren glanced at the cooktop that was still plugged in from breakfast, she cursed under her breath. Someone must’ve snitched to the RA.

“Hold on!” she called out, she haphazardly put stored the cooktop elsewhere before walking over to her door she swung it open only to be surprised by the person standing on the other side of the door.

“You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” Lauren jumped into Daveed’s arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Lauren finally unwrapped here self from her boyfriend so that he could come into her room.

“What about your family?” Daveed shrugged his shoulders

“I wanted to be with you more,” Daveed grabbed her chin and tilted her head until their lips met in a kiss.

“I have some things for you,” He said against her lips before kissing her once more.

“Oh really?”

“But first,” Daveed smirked before picking up his girlfriend and effortlessly carrying her to her bed. He leaned down to kiss her when Lauren put up her hand to stop him

“I’m still working on my project, give me like five minutes,” Daveed sighed dramatically

“You can get yourself settled then I promise you’ll have my attention.” Lauren kissed his nose before hopping off her bed and going to her work.

Daveed told Lauren he had to step out for a bit to get something he left behind and to pick them up something to eat. She didn’t realize how long he was gone until she saw the time on her phone. Just as she was about to text him, her door opened and Daveed walked in with some Target bags and takeout food.

“Sorry I took so long, I was looking for something.”

“What were you trying to find, Lauren Sid not taking her eyes off the laptop in front of her.”

“This,” Lauren turned around and chuckled when she saw Daveed holding a mistletoe

“You’re so adorable,” Daveed frowned slightly

“Adorable?” Lauren playfully rolled her eyes a she walked up to Daveed

“How does sexy sound?”

“Much better, I think you owe me a kiss.” Daveed cradled the back of Lauren's head and brought their lips together in a kiss. Tier lips still attached, Daveed forgot the mistletoe toe and picked up Lauren, not that it was hard picking her up. He walked them to her bed until they fell back. Lauren was the first to pull back.

Lauren looked up at Daveed, she shuddered at the feel of his hands gliding up the back of her legs until his hands were just below her ass. He pulled her so that she was properly straddling him

“No one’s here right”? He asked

“Yeah,” Lauren breathed suddenly feeling hot

“Good, because I want to hear you.” Lauren put both of her hands on his face and pulled him towards her. She whimpered not the kiss before seeping it. Daveed moaned into the kiss, gently biting her lip before sweeping it with his tongue. His hands moved from caressing her back to expertly undoing her bra and tossing it aside. Daveed moved from her mouth and continued down until he reached her neck and found the spot that made her pull his hair.

“Daveed” Lauren whined. In a flash, Daveed flipped them over so that he was on top. He pulled off his shirt before taking off Lauren’s. His large hand roughly palmed her breast while he sucked and nibbled the other purposely avoiding her nipple making Lauren groan

“What do you want Lo?” He asked smugly before going back to mouthing at her chest.

“Daveed please?” She wrapped her leg around him, wanting to feel him even closer

“This what you want?” Daveed put his whole mouth on her breast, sucking and biting on her nipple

“Fuck, Daveed! Ahh!” She wailed

“You sound so pretty baby,” Daveed whispered before giving her other breast the same treatment. Just as Lauren was about to find out if one could actually cum just from nipple play, Daveed stopped and pulled away.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” Daveed said huskily before he started kissing down her body until they reached her shorts, she lifted up so that Daveed could take them off and raised an eyebrow

“No panties, were expecting someone?” He teased

“I don’t know, maybe I was.” She teased back, Daveed smiled darkly before parting her lips and diving in using his tongue to lick up and down.

“Mmm Daveed,” Lauren eyes rolled to the back of her head when his tongue flicked over that small bundle of nerves, not that it took him long to find it. He pushed her legs so that her knees were pressing into her chest, keeping her open for him. His lips still attached to her clit, he pressed two fingers deep into her

Lauren chanting his name was much to his ears, her pussy clenched down on his fingers. He looked up at Lauren and he could’ve um right there, the way her face contorted in pleasure, the way her hands were gripping onto his hair. He finally pulled away from her clit to reach up and sloppily kiss her. Lauren moaned, tasting herself on Daveed’s lips

“You close Lo?”

“Yes, D, baby I’m so close. I wanna come,” Just as she was about one, Daveed stopped his ministrations.

“I want you to come around my dick,” Daveed sat up so that he could take off his pants and boxers. He reached over to his bag and quickly searched it before letting out a sigh

“Damn it,”

“What?”

“I can’t find the condom,”

“I’m on the pill," Lauren said quickly

“Since when?”

“Last month. Merry Christmas,” Daveed grabbed Lauren’s neck and pulled in for another kiss, Lauren pulled him back down to her, she reached down grabbing Daveed’s flick to rub hit against her, Daveed started to slowly ease in, and he pushed until he was all the way in, he waited for Lauren to nod before he pulled out and pushed back in. Lauren cried into his neck, wrapping her arms around him tightly, every thrust making her whimper for more.

“D, harder,” Daveed happily obliged, putting more force behind each thrust. He reached down and hooked his arms under her knees, and with renewed vigor, he slammed into Lauren “Ahh, fuck!”

“Babe, you taking me so well, fuck I missed you.” He grunted

“Daveed, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Lauren hit her climax, shuddering as Daveed continued to fuck her, starting to feel sensitive, she tried to back away but Daveed held her closer

“Un uh, this my pussy, take this dick,” Daveed said chasing his orgasm and wanting to push Lauren over the edge.

“I can’t Daveed,”

“Give me one more, Lo,” Daveed’s rhythm faltered before he stilled as his own climax overtook him, Lauren climaxing shortly after. They laud there shaking and trembling in the arms of each other. Daveed slowly pulled out and lay next to Lauren pulling her close to him. They sat there in silence for a while, just holding each other. The food is long forgotten sitting on Lauren’s desk. “Thank you for spending Christmas with me, it was really sweet of you to drive here.”

“I know how much you love the holidays and I didn’t want you to spend it alone. I love you, Lo, like it or not you’re stuck with me,” he joked

“I guess you’re alright.” Lauren teased

“Alright, I wasn’t alright this minutes ago, ‘Daveed, don’t stop! Daveed,” Daveed mocked with his best imitation

“Keep it up, that’ll be the last time you hear it.”

“You know I’m just playing,”

“Mhmm, you got jokes huh.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

“Hmmm, we can watch my favorite movie while we eat.”

“Lethal Weapon?”

“It’s a Christmas Movie,”

“There’s like two scenes that reference Christmas time, it’s not the premise of the movie.”

“And?”

“Fine, I can straighten up in here while you heat up the food?”

“Deal.” Their lips met in a haste kiss. As much as Lauren missed her family this year for the Holidays, there’s no one else she’d rather be with at this moment than Daveed.

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chroniclesofnadia111 · 1 year

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Top 5 artists you want to see live?

Westside Gunn, Kanye West, Erykah Badu, Outkast, Cleo Sol

& idccc if it's only 5, I'm saying Sade too lol. Muah 💋

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beesnutz · 4 months

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3 and 5 :D

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

fell in love with erykah badu as most people of the world. and its serious..

ive also properly started to listen to george michaels discography its been great :3 those are my two picks for now

5. TV show of the year?

as is obvious with almost all the answers ive given from this post its star trek lol. yay star trek

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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 1 year

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Feel Alright (Goku x Reader)

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

TW: Triggering situations, grief, things are heating up in the flirty department!

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

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

Inspired by @sevenstarsinning’s “sweat”!

part four // stargirl!

“I think I’m going to shave my head.”

Bulma dropped her spoon. It splat onto her ice cream pint, then tilted backward and fell on the floor as she stared at me in bewilderment.

“…Huh?”

I shoved a giant scoop of ice cream into my mouth, savoring the caramel ribbons against my tongue. “It’s the only thing left tied to her, aside from mental scars I will likely never recover from, but I’d like to focus on what I can control.”

“Okay…but bald? You sure that’s going to work for you?”

I gave her a suspicious look. “What, do you think I couldn’t pull it off? Do I have a weird-shaped head?”

“No, no, I’m sure you’d figure something out,” she said, laughing uneasily, “But why not the usual breakup haircut instead of the scorched earth route?”

I stared blankly at the TV, then shrugged. “Yeah, sure, I could pull off a little afro. Now pick up your controller.”

“Bels, I already lost, I don’t want to play anymore,” she complained, “Do you just get joy from kicking me while I’m down?”

I played with the spoon as I held it in my mouth. “Okay, fine. What do we now, then?”

“Sleep.”

“One, that wasn’t my idea, and two, it’s not like I’m going to sleep either.”

She smiled, shaking her head. “How do you function?”

“Hey, I’ve had plenty of sleep already. Besides, I’m not exactly human, am I?”

Her eyes widened a fraction, and she looked away awkwardly.

“You heard that, huh?”

“Hm.”

“Well, don’t sweat it, okay? We’ll figure your stuff out all in due time,” she assured, getting to her feet, “And Goku’s probably asleep, too.”

I grumbled, rolling my eyes. “Whatever, I’ll just go to the observatory or something.”

She yawned. “Hey, knock yourself out. What’s mine is yours. See you in the morning.”

I waved, closing the video game. “Seeya.”

After Bulma went to sleep, I stretched my arms and wandered her home aimlessly, mind buzzing a million miles per minute. It had been a pretty wild night; flying, Goku, magic healing beans, superpowers, I was glad to cool down with some old-fashioned nostalgia.

At this hour, it felt like it had been just yesterday that I was thirteen and restless in the wee hours of the morning after tossing and turning in bed, making my way to the Briefs’ library. I’d already read all the books in there, but maybe they’d gotten some new stuff—although I don’t know if I’d be learning anything new, either. I’d be willing to bet some of my books were in there now, too. I sighed discontentedly, wishing Goku was awake, even if he’d be annoying me right now.

Solitude at night was peaceful, but dull and long. It was nice to have distractions.

“Hmm.”

Maybe I’d rummage around Bulma’s stuff, see what she’d been up to while I was gone. Maybe get caught up on all of the alien and space stuff, too.

***

“God, still a mess, huh?”

I grimaced as I sifted around Bulma’s lab, finding a…contained bomb…her dragon radar, and some notes. Some were old, others were new. I skipped the older ones.

“Hm, Namekians.”

An all male species, reproduces asexually, lives off of water…interesting.

They had two different clans—warrior and dragon clans, and apparently they could fuse together. I eyed her rough sketch of what they looked like, squinting at it curiously as a spark of recognition formed in my head. I read the word next to it.

“Piccolo. What’s a woodwind instrument have to do with aliens?”

I sifted through some of her other notes, my eyebrows raising slightly at the word ‘Saiyans’.

“Oh, this should be good,” I muttered with some excitement.

From planet Vegeta (destroyed); warrior race. Can transform into a giant ape at when looking at a full moon. Stupid strong. Loves a good fight. Not the most domestic type…

I chuckled, turning the page. My eyes locked on the name Super Saiyan.

Heightened abilites, blond hair, blue eyes.

With a slight furrow of my eyebrows, I tried to imagine Goku looking so differently. It felt strange. I flipped through some other pages, seeing the notes getting sparser, and sighed—anything else was probably in her head by now. I set the book down next to her computer, propping my feet up and looking around. There had to be something else in here…

A colorful, circular object caught my eye in a cluttered bin under her tables by the window. I smirked, intrigued.

“That looks a bit promising.”

I went over and picked it up, examining it. It looked like some sort of a coaster; purple with a green center. It started to tingle in my hands and I tensed, slightly alarmed. It was a communication device, but to whom or what? What if I’d just contacted some alien psycho or awakened some monster, or—

“Helloo, there,” a male voice greeted melodically, “What’s seems to be the matter, Bulma—oh, hello.”

I stared awkwardly at the blue man that was eyeing me through the coaster, unsure what to say.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, are you a friend of Bulma’s?”

I cleared my throat. “Ahem, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother anyone, I was just looking around her lab and—“

He smiled. “Oh, no problem at all! Although it is a strange hour for a human to be awake, is it not?”

“I’m not much of a sleeper,” I said, interest piqued, “Are you an alien, too?”

He laughed, obviously quite amused by the suggestion.

“Oh, I’m afraid not. Are you?”

I chuckled. “Jury’s out on that one…”

“Hmm. May I ask your name?”

“I’m Bellatrix. Uh, Lyon.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Bellatrix. My name is Whis, I am an angel.”

I was shocked into silence, staring dumbly at him—or, maybe, them? Whis eyed me with amusement.

“Is there something wrong, Bellatrix?”

There were so many existential questions being answered and asked in my head right now.

“Um, is it possible for me to meet you? Like, in person?”

He frowned slightly. “Is something the matter?”

“No,” I quickly assured, “It’s just, uh…I’d really like to meet an angel.”

He chuckled. “Oh, really?”

“Well, I’ve just found out they’re real, so yeah, definitely.”

Whis hummed thoughfully, tapping his chin with his finger.

“Interesting. Well, perhaps I could jaunt over for a moment, if there’s anymore delicious earth food Bulma’s been keeping from me.”

They eat?!

“Um, uh…”

I frowned, looking around the office as if I would find an answer.

“Uh…oh! I can make something for you—if that’s good, er, Mr. Whis…sir.”

“Hm. I suppose I can come by and see if what you have is good. Perhaps I could bring it back to Lord Beerus if it proves to be satisfactory. I’ll be there in a moment.”

I stared frozen as the circle went dormant and the image of Whis disappeared. I wasn’t sure if I’d made a horrible mistake…but I had dough to prepare.

I pocketed the communication device and rushed out of the office, heading for the kitchen. I tapped my foot impatiently as the elevator took me to the correct floor, then sprinted out and down the hall, skidding to a stop in the dining room and rushing for the kitchen—

“Goku?”

I stopped, turning back around in surprise to see Goku asleep at the table. He stirred slightly, then his eyes opened lazily.

“Oh, hey, you’re back,” he greeted quietly, yawning.

I frowned. “What’re you doing back here?”

He smiled—it was a guilty one. “I may or may not have dropped a few fancy plates of Bulma’s.”

I chuckled, placing my hands on my hips. “Oh, so you were stashing away evidence, huh?”

“Maybe.”

I smirked, raising a brow. “Hm, maybe. Yeah.”

He stretched, muscles flexing as he let out a quiet groan then looked at me.

“What are you doing up?”

I hesitated, then jumped, rushing back into the kitchen.

“Oh, right!”

Goku followed after, watching me curiously. “What’s up?”

I briefly glanced to him as I gathered up a steel bowl, a whisk, a fresh bag of flour, eggs, and more.

“Uh, I got bored, sniffed around Bulma’s stuff, accidentally called an angel and now I’m baking a giant tart.”

“Oh, you met Whis?”

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s great! Vegeta and I train with him on Beerus’s planet pretty often.”

I was almost vibrating with excitement. “Planet?”

He grinned, coming over to me.

“Need any help? You seem pretty wired.”

“There’s so much new stuff all at once,” I said, a smile growing on my face, “I can’t wait to record it.”

I was about to crack an egg, but Goku opened the refrigerator and called to me.

“Oh, Bellatrix! It looks like Bulma already had some stuff made.”

I let out a sigh, slumping against the kitchen island.

“Oh, thank god. Or…whoever…huh. What does she have?”

“Um, there’s a cake, pudding, oh wow, it all looks really tasty—“

“Don’t.”

He looked at me as if I was suggesting something completely out of character.

“Of course I’m not going to eat Lord Beerus’s food!”

“Is there a tart in there? I was planning on a tart…”

The lights flickered, and Goku straightened up, shutting the fridge.

“C’mon, he’s here! Maybe he’ll take us back to Lord Beerus’s planet to train—although I should probably wait for Vegeta…”

He ushered me out of the kitchen despite my flustered resistance.

***

I stared up at Whis the Angel in subdued awe, stubbed into silence once again. Even if I was untrained, I could feel the power oozing from him. His aura was totally unearthly, both metaphorically and literally. He smiled down at me, but Goku took his attention away.

“Heya, Whis! How’s Broly doin’?”

“Hello, Goku,” he greeted pleasantly, “Broly’s doing just fine. I believe I’ve yet to be properly introduced to the young lady behind you.”

Goku quickly hopped back over to me, placing a hand on my back and seemingly presenting me with a hint of pride.

“This here’s Bellatrix! She’s really smart and has strong ki. And she can cook great.”

Surprisingly, this hit all of the right criteria for Whis. He brightened up, eyeing me with interest.

“Oh my, how lovely! I’d be pleased to witness a demonstration of both skills.”

“Oh! And she’s a, uh…”

I looked at Goku curiously as he scratched his head with confusion.

“A cozuh...right, a cosmologist!”

My gaze on Goku softened without my knowledge, but I felt the smile form on my face. He chuckled, looking to me for confirmation. I nodded.

“Yeah, cosmologist. I study the nature of the entire universe.”

I awkwardly looked up at Whis. “Although I’m starting to feel my life’s work is becoming obsolete.”

He stared me down, humming thoughtfully. I froze under his gaze, inching over to Goku a bit as he leaned toward me.

“My,” he remarked, “you do have a quite intriguing amount of untapped power. I’m amazed you’ve managed to live so normally for so long.”

“Well…normal may not be the most accurate statement,” I admitted while slightly shielding myself with Goku’s arm, earning a curious look from him.

Whis chuckled. “Mm, yes, that makes sense. It’s only to be expected with someone of your kind.”

My ears perked up, and I forgot about my intimidation, walking up to him. He smiled down at me.

“My kind? You know what I am?”

“Yes, I believe I do. I’d be happy to talk about it over whatever’s been prepared.”

“Well, Bulma already has some stuff, but I was planning on a tart.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Not to worry; tarts can come later.”

“Oh my, this is delicious! Banana pudding? You humans are just full of surprises.”

I watched in subdued fascination as Whis gushed over the vat of banana pudding one of Bulma’s chefs had prepared, and I say gush mildly literally. I could see why he and Bulma got along.

“Earth food never ceases to please,” he said, happily eating another spoonful.

“I’m…glad you like it.”

He observed my uneasy smile, and set his spoon down with a kind look.

“Forgive me, I can imagine how impatient you must be to learn about your ancestry.”

Uh yeah, a little bit! “No problem, we’ve got all night.”

Goku was enjoying himself thoroughly as well, and flashed me a smile as he finished his bowl—a modest portion in Saiyan measurements. I smiled back, but stiffened up when I felt Whis’s eyes on me again and focused on my small bowl.

“Um, so…what do you know about me?”

“Mm!”

Whis held up a finger as he ate his last spoonful, then sighed contentedly.

“Ah, lovely! Now then, onto you.”

He stood, tapping his staff on the ground and creating some kind of hologram around us. I looked at the projection of the stars with raised eyebrows. This wasn’t a galaxy I recognized; must be pretty far from home.

But still…

“Why does this look so familiar? I’ve never seen this before.”

“This is the Sotalla Quadrant—quite far from here, so I wouldn’t expect you to have seen it in your work. And this…”

The stars whizzed by, then closed in on a black hole. I stared into its orange ring of light, feeling something within my stir. It felt like I’d found something I’d been searching for my entire life.

“…is the Basri Region. Or, more so, used to be. This was the home of the planet—“

“K’tep,” I muttered, my grip on my spoon having turned to iron, “This is K’tep? It was a planet?”

“K’tep? What’s that,” Goku questioned, looking between Whis and I.

Whis rose an eyebrow. “So you are familiar, then.”

“No, no, I…I mean, I guess so. I read it in a journal that my parents had. It was essentially destroyed, but there were some salvageable pages. I don’t know why, but it always felt special to me.”

I got up, walking over to the black hole, pushing my fingers through it. My heart sank.

“So, it’s gone? They’re all…they’re dead? Am I the only one?”

“Not at all,” Whis assured cooly, “They’ve long abandoned their home planet in favor of living in even further isolation.”

“Isolation? Why would they want that,” Goku questioned behind me.

“Because they’re not supposed to exist in the first place.”

My eyes snapped from the black hole to Whis. “What?”

“Your people are called Edourians,” he explained, “They’re a species that possesses angelic ancestry from a long removed angel.”

“Removed?”

“Angels are not allowed to interfere with matters of good and evil. The one who created your kind broke this law and paid the price knowingly.”

“I…need to sit,” I muttered, slowly returning to my seat.

“If Edourians have angel ancestry in them, they must be pretty powerful, huh,” Goku asked.

“Indeed. Although, of course, they hardly come close to the abilities of an angel.”

He smiled to himself, tapping his staff and getting rid of the hologram.

“The Grand Minister intended to remove them as well, but the Omni-King commanded otherwise. I imagine for entertainment. They still fear extinction, however, so they have secluded themselves from the rest of the multiverse.”

I squinted at my hands. “Then how the hell am I here?”

“Some leave their home to gather information about the world outside the K’tep Dimension. They are referred to as Olgnu. They have a code of strict non-interaction, but of course, as mortals do, some break this and are considered defects. I imagine this is how you came to be.”

“But…I grew up with a human family,” I said, looking at Whis, “I’ve never met any Olgnu or Edourians in my life.”

“Yes…I believe many of the defected in Universe 7 have met unfortunate fates. They are a popular race among bounty hunters, dictators, and the like…information is a powerful weapon.”

“Dictators I get, but why bounty hunters?”

Whis’s expression shifted in distaste. “The Edourians have a very unique appearance due to having angelic ancestry. There are…collectors who have interests in such matters, along with myths about the magical properties of their hair, eyes, tears, blood…I imagine I have no need to explain further.”

I slumped in my chair. “Oh.”

“That’s awful,” Goku said, “Bellatrix looks normal though, so we don’t have to worry about people coming for her, do we?”

“If she continues to develop her abilities, her body will change along with her. Her hair will likely become white, and her skin will likely change its pigment throuough her body—Edourians have a very pale appearance, and their hybrid offspring show traits of it regardless of how they look themselves.”

“Hm,” Goku grumbled.

Whis sat back down, helping himself to more banana pudding.

“Whis?”

“Mm?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at my hands. “Is it possible for you to retrace whoever my Edourian parent was? Where they were on Earth?”

“Hm, possibly. But I doubt there may be much to find after all these years. Edourians cover their lost brethren’s tracks very well, even for me. That will have to be something you do independently if you care to develop your abilities."

“I see.”

I quietly played with my banana pudding, then stood. I smiled at Whis politely.

“I think I’ll be heading for bed now.”

“My pleasure. Have a good night!”

“What about your pudding?”

I smiled at Goku, rolling my eyes. “You can help yourself.”

“Thanks!”

I waved, then put my hands in my pockets, heading to my room. I felt their eyes on my back as I left.

///

Whis smiled as he ate more pudding, eyeing Goku as he swallowed.

“Bellatrix is certainly an interesting young woman.”

Goku perked up, quickly smiling. “Yeah, she’s great, isn’t she?”

“You two seem quite friendly.”

Goku nodded emphatically as he swallowed. “Yeah, I like her a lot!"

Whis smirked at him. “Do you, now?”

Any insinuation flew right over Goku’s head. He frowned at Whis in confusion.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. I like her.”

The angel could only let out a sigh.

“Oh dear; I can only wonder how this will play out.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“Nothing, Goku.”

***

I inhaled the steam in my shower, massaging shampoo and conditioner into my newly freed scalp. My head just felt so tight and itchy for some reason, even after washing my locs, so I took them out. They came apart with surprising ease; although I figure they weren’t that old to begin with. I turned the water from hot to cold, shivering with delight at the sensation of the icy water washing over my head. My headache was gone, too. I shut off the water, letting out a sigh and wrapping my body and hair in a towel.

“Oh, good, you’re finally up.”

I shrieked, jumping around to see Bulma fully dressed and lightly glaring at me to boot. I clutched my head--the headache was back with a vengeance as soon as it disappeared.

“Fucking shit, Bulma—!”

“Goku and Vegeta are waiting, so let’s get a move on, okay? Oh, and nice hair!”

I gave her a dirty look, massaging between my eyebrows.

“Yeesh, someone’s in a bad mood,” she remarked, “starting to look like Vegeta.”

She swiftly left, shutting the door behind her. My ears were popping as if I was underwater.

I managed to get myself into a black pair of sweatpants and changed my pajama top a long sleeved cotton shirt and tugged on my sneakers before heading to the ship.

“Guys, just chill out, okay? Bels isn’t fun when she’s in a pissy mood.”

“She’s fun?”

I rolled my eyes at Vegeta’s snarky remark, walking in and glaring at him.

“Oh, well, look at that. The princess finally leaves her chambers," Vegeta snarked.

I turned away and ignored him, taking the seat next to Bulma’s and crossing my arms.

“We need to stop by the apartment first for my keycard.”

Bulma groaned. “You don’t have it? Why don’t you have it?”

I gave her a look. “Why would I hang onto a keycard I don’t use? Just fly already.”

“Don’t boss me around, they’re your lackeys,” she deflected, jutting a thumb at the Saiyans behind her.

We took off, breaking over the clouds and flying through the sky under the crisp morning sun. I squinted, looking at the pale blue sky and giving Bulma another look.

“What the hell was the rush for? It’s barely the asscrack of dawn.”

“I don’t want to run into that bitch again,” she said through gritted teeth, speeding us up.

I sighed, feeling a little irked by her calling Delilah a bitch.

“Hey, only I can call her that. And after my little outburst last time, I don’t see her coming for seconds.”

With a yawn, I leaned my head on the window, avoiding looking at the clouds. I heard footsteps come up behind me, and sighed again before Goku even spoke.I looked at him sharply, but couldn’t stay annoyed with him. I grumbled and looked away. He chuckled, still leaning over my shoulder.

“Mornin’ ‘Trix,” he greeted.

“C’mon, too moody to say good morning?”

I huffed, looking at him.

“Morning, Goku.”

“What’s botherin’ you anyway? You seemed alright last night.”

“Goku, leave me alone, please.”

“Alright,” he relented.

My mind floated away quickly. I stared at my legs, resting my elbow and taking one of my curls in between my fingers, rubbing the coil. My eyes relaxed as I returned to my thoughts.

All I could think of was how much my parents knew. Why did they keep me in total ignorance? Where did they get that journal from, and why did it have anything about K’Tep in it? Whis mentioned bounty hunters, were my parents some kind of version of that? Did they kill my real family?

“What’s on your mind, Bels?”

I blinked, looking to Bulma, then furrowing my eyebrows and going back to staring at my lap.

“Did your father ever mention anything about my family? Maybe you overheard something?”

“Not really…why?”

“I talked to Whis, the angel guy? He says I’m an Edourian.”

“Edori-wha?”

“Aliens.”

“Well, obviously, but what are those?”

“They’re aliens with angel ancestry, apparently. And very secluded. And the one or ones that made me are very dead.”

“Oh…”

I smiled grimly. "Yeah. Really tallying them up these days."

Bulma was quiet, then I felt a hand gently hold mine. I met her eyes.

"Hey...after this, why don't we go out? Just you and me, some girl time?"

I softened my face, turning my hand and squeezing hers. "That sounds nice. I was honestly hoping to talk to Whis again because I had more questions--"

"That's perfect! We'll all go have brunch."

I laughed a little. "Really? You guys just...go to restaurants?"

"Yeah, of course! He loves going to restaurants."

"That tracks.”

After a bit of thought, I grinned, looking to her again. “Has Whis ever had a taco?”

Her eyes widened in intense revelation.

***

“Here, wear these,” Bulma instructed, tossing me, Vegeta, and Goku long, heavy, arctic coats.

I eyed it skeptically, tossing it aside as Vegeta and Goku tugged them on. Bulma gave me a disapproving look.

“Bels, put on the coat.”

“I didn’t wear arctic clothes while I worked here; I’m not starting now. Let’s go.”

I yawned, pressing the button to open the door. I stretched eagerly, opening my body to the frigid, biting winds of the arctic. My mood lifted almost immediately as goosebumps rose on my cheeks. I walked out, taking my shoes off and crushing the snow under my toes, feeling my brain revitalizing. Goku bounded up next to me, then looked down and scooped me up in alarm.

“Goku--put me down!!”

“You’re gonna get frostbite! Your toes are gonna fall off! What happened to your shoes?”

“Goku, I do this all the time!”

Bulma and Vegeta passed us as I struggled in Goku’s arms while he tried to carry me as he walked.

“Goku,” I insisted, feeling my cheeks burning, “I’ll put them on! I’ll put my shoes back on, just put me down!”

“Awe, but I like carrying you! It’s keeping me warmer.”

I hesitated to keep protesting, then fell silent, grumbling.

“Some powerful Saiyan; can’t even handle a little cold…”

He smiled, bouncing me in his arms as we caught up with Bulma and Vegeta. Vegeta glanced at us, then tensed, whirling around.

“Kakarot, put the Earth woman down!”

“Bellatrix said it’s fine,” he protested, grip tightening on my arms and knees.

I glared daggers at an ice mountain on the horizon, letting out a sigh as the two bickered and I rocked back in forth from between Vegeta’s tugging and Goku’s grip. I wanted a cigarette and a Girl’s Day.

“Guys! C’mon, we don’t have all fucking day! Let’s hurry up! But Bels down!”

All three of us froze at the sound of Bulma’s yell echoing across the tundra, then quickly straightened out our behavior. I quickly pulled my shoes and sneakers back on, then hopped down from Goku’s arms, brushing both of us off and clearing my throat awkwardly.

“That’s it up there, right?”

Bulma pointed ahead, and sitting on the icy pleateau up ahead was the Lyon Observatory, solitary, metallic, and shining in the muted arctic sun. I stared up at it quietly as Goku and Vegeta flew us to cut down on walking time.

“Wow, this is where you worked?”

I smiled. “And lived if I could help it.”

Goku seemed skeptical as we landed in front of it, measuring the observatory up.

“It seems small.”

“It’s cozy,” I corrected with some offense.

He quirked a brow, but followed me in. I scanned my keycard, and with a click and a buzz, the metal security door rumbled, then slid open to reveal a simpler one. I rummaged in my pocket, taking out my keys and unlocking it. A rush of stale air hit my nose, and I grimaced, ushering everyone in after me. We climbed the stairs, and the stale smell grew stronger the higher we climbed. Bulma panted behind Goku, already complaining after five or so flights.

“How…how goddamn high…”

“Sorry. We don’t have much longer.”

After four more flights or so, we finally reached the door to the telescope room, or, more accurately, my office. I ran my fingers over the chilled metal of the door, memories flowing back into my mind like a stream. I could remember when Delilah first showed me this place. We’d been dating for about five months, and she was very eager to make our relationship official. With Delilah, that always meant an extravagant gift.

I know exactly what you’ve been wanting, she’s assured, her hand on the small of my back, I know I got you the perfect gift this time.

I smiled, then laughed. I don’t need a perfect gift, Delilah, I told you that.

I know, I know, but this is…flawless.

She removed the blindfold, and harsh light filled my eyes. I blinked through the sight adjustment, putting on my glasses, staring up in astonishment.

Delilah…this is…this is too much.

She embraced me from behind, kissing my neck. I couldn’t help but grin. She smiled against my skin. Her cheeks and nose were cold.

Nothing is too much for the love of my life.

Tears were threatening to form in my eyes as I stared up at the observatory, slowly clasping a hand over my mouth.

The Lyon Observatory, she said, It’s all yours.

She nuzzled my cheek, laughing softly as my shock slowly passed.

Why don’t we christen it, darling?

“Hey, Bels, you okay?”

I blinked as Bulma nudged me again. “Oh—oh, uh, yeah, fine, sorry.”

Clearing my throat, I pulled out my keys again found the tubular key, putting it in the lock above the eye scanner and taking off my glasses to use it. Some more gears quietly whirred as the doors unlocked and opened. Retrieving my keychain, I motioned for them to follow. Delilah's gentle, awkward laugh seemed to echo in the darkness.

It had only been a few months since this place had been my everything: my home, my office, my library, and, depressingly, my friend. I smiled slightly.

"Lucky, you up and running?"

"Up and at 'em, baby."

I placed my hands on my hips as the lights flickered on, taking in the familiar surroundings.

"Woah, what's this?"

I jumped into action at the sight of Goku reaching toward my telescope, moving him away hurriedly.

"Uh, that's my very--very--expensive telescope. Please be careful around it."

"Oh, sorry."

He scratched the back of his head with an awkward chuckle, then looked at it again with curiosity. I smiled again, going over to it.

"She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

Vegeta walked up next to me, surveying it.

"What, is it some kind of weapon?"

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously not. It's an optical telescope; it reflects light off of the mirrors inside to see into space. I can take photos, I can collect data, or, I can just observe."

Vegeta gave an unimpressed 'hm', and moved away to inspect the rest of the room, his quiet footsteps managing to carry sound along the circular walls. Goku leaned over my shoulder, eyeing it closely. I shrank away from his face but put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to restrain him.

"I don't get what's so great about sitting around lookin' through this thing," he said, looking to me, "But if you like it, then it should be fun. Could ya show me sometime?"

"Y-yeah."

He smiled, then went over to my desk. Bulma came up next to me, giving me a grin. I crossed my arms and ignored it, following Goku to my dusty workspace. I sighed in annoyance, even the pens and pencils had a thin coat of dust over them. He flipped through my journals briefly, then furrowed his brows.

"What do cosmologists do anyways?"

I chuckled, picking up the smartwatch next to my journals. I fastened it around my wrist, turning it on.

"Yeah, the job description is a little vague, but the nature of the universe is much more of a mystery to laypeople like me. We're searching for answers. Answers that are likely beyond our comprehension, but answers nevertheless--the universe's creation, evolution, its nature, and possible futures, so on and so forth. But the rest of us are just professors.”

I looked at Goku with a small smile. "It's not everyone's cup of tea, but I got a taste of it the moment I looked up at the night sky, and I've been hooked on it since."

He smiled back and held my gaze for a moment. I couldn’t decipher his expression so I shifted my focus to my smartwatch.

"Is that part of the telescope,” he asked.

“No, it’s more like my personal computer.”

I tapped it, and holograms of multiple monitors projected onto the air in front of us. Goku seemed impressed, which I found amusing considering his oldest friend was practically the patron goddess of tech.

“Wow, it’s so empty,” he remarked, eyes shifting between each camera feed.

“Yeah, empty and dusty. I think we could use some more hands here.”

I turned to Bulma, who rose a finger to silence me, phone to her ear.

“Already on it.”

“Lucky, let’s wake the place up, okay? Turn on the lights, open the windows, turn on the climate control—I know it’s freezing in there.”

“On it.”

Goku looked up again as Lucky’s voice reverberated in the room.

“Who’s Lucky?’

“My AI assistant. They’ve got a bit more of a personality than necessary, but they’re helpful.”

“Cool. Hiya Lucky!”

“Hello there,” Lucky greeted.

Goku chuckled, and I felt his eyes return to me but my focus had shifted. Sitting against the wall, with a bit of dust on the frame, was a photo of Adam and me. I picked it up, blew it off, and wiped the glass with my sleeve. I stared, feeling a pang in my stomach. It was from our high school graduation. I could remember this was the only photo Mr. Briefs got of us before I started hiding behind him and wanted to leave. His arm was slung over my shoulders, a broad, bright smile on his face as he brandished his diploma. I was shielding myself with mine awkwardly, trying to smile with him.

The sun had been beating down on everyone that day, and the music and applause had grown to be too much for me. Adam was soaking up the congratulations and boisterous farewells from his peers, constantly dragging me over to make me do the same. I chuckled at the memory, then laughed to myself.

“Adam, let’s go already!”

“C’mon Bels, let’s say bye, they’re our friends,” he encouraged, tugging me closer.

“They’re your friends,” I corrected, wiping sweat from my forehead, “I don’t even like half of these people. They don’t like me either.”

“Oh please, you’re our valedictorian! I’m sure their parents want to meet you at least.”

I grimaced. “Their parents?!”

“Bellatrix!”

I jumped at the sound of Vegeta actually saying my name and whirled around in shock, eyes darting between him, Goku, and Bulma.

“Did you just say my name?”

“You’ve been ignoring us for the past minute,” he snapped, “Now what are we to do here?”

“Oh—uh…sorry.”

I placed the photo on my desk behind me. “Uh, well, Bulma’s people can clean the place up…I could use some help checking how the telescope’s looking, though. You guys can fly, so that’ll save time, and I’ll make sure you don’t destroy it.”

“I don’t require supervision,” Vegeta protested in offense.

Bulma quickly shot that down. “Yeah, you definitely do.”

I picked the photo back up and looked at it quietly. I spared Bulma a glance, then headed for the door.

“I’ll be right back. Just gonna get some more fresh air.”

I slid past the door, then went down the stairs and quickly made my way out to the snow. With a deep breath, I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes. Silence—I just needed a moment. It had only been a month to everyone else, but to me it had been an eternity. Alone, sick with guilt and confusion and pain.

I held up the photo, staring at Adam’s smile. Maybe if i tried hard enough, this smile could replace what appeared in my mind when I thought of him. My big brother, shining so bright. So happy. Always making up for me with his charms and unconditional kindness.

I swallowed, feeling my throat closing. I knelt down and grabbed some snow, rubbing it over my warming face and throat. It wasn’t good to cry out here; the tears stuck together on your cheeks. I stood again and tried to will the tears away, pressing my hand against the smooth metal behind me. I’d forgotten, if I was being completely honest, how much we’d loved each other. How much Delilah was willing to give and give and give, and all she asked for was love in return. How much I wanted to give her that love. How much I’d wanted to change all of myself just to see her eyes twinkling along with her toothy smile—her real smile.

I rubbed more snow on my face, taking sharp breaths in discomfort. I’d forgotten it all.

“Ah, there you are!”

My mind froze in shock at the sound of Whis’s voice above me, and I peeked through my fingers to see the white-haired angel smiling down at me. It shifted in concern.

“Oh dear, are you alright?”

I sniffed grossly, looking away. “Mm. Fine.”

“Hmm, if you say so.”

I got to my feet, still avoiding his gaze. I was afraid to speak, I wasn’t sure if my words would falter or tremble.

“I apologize for disturbing you on such short notice, but I’m afraid Lord Beerus wishes to have an audience with you.“

I frowned. Lord Beerus? Who’s that?

“So, I’ll need you to come with me.”

I looked at him in surprise. “Not to be rude, but I don’t think I’m up for it today.”

Whis’s eyebrows rose. “That’s not the answer you want to give a Destroyer God, Bellatrix.”

I wiped my eyes, starting to feel my tears subside.

“Um, Destroyer God?”

“All you need to understand right now is that a Destroyer God is not someone you wish to disobey.”

I hesitated, but under the cool intensity of Whis’s stare I didn’t have much intention to resist.

“Okay, just let me tell them. Lucky?”

My watch’s screen lit up, revealing an animated smiley face.

“What’s up?”

“Please let our guests know that I’ve been called to meet with a Lord Beerus, okay?”

“What’s a Lord Beerus? May I have more details to be able to tell our guests?”

“He’s someone I’m meeting with. They know better than I do, Lucky. Be right back.”

“Don’t dilly-dally!”

I rose a brow as my screen returned to the time, then sighed, meeting Whis’s eyes.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Great, let’s go. We’ll be at Lord Beerus’s planet in approximately twenty-eight minutes.”

My face fell. “Hold up, pla—“

Before I could even ask, the world became a blur of colors and sounds, and my body was being pulled from the ground in a way that I’d never felt before in my life. Whis smiled kindly, noticing my discomfort.

“If necessary, we can stop for you to relieve yourself.”

I fought to hold back my vomit, unable to even answer.

***

“Hmph…this is really the Edourian?”

I struggled to hold the gaze of the purple cat that was staring me down coldly as I stood next to Whis awkwardly, suddenly very self conscious about the drying wet spots on my knees and ass from the snow, let alone the vomit on my breath.

“It is, Lord Beerus. Her name is Bellatrix Lyon.”

I gave a half bow, unsure if that was the proper thing to do. Then, seeing his stare, I blushed in embarrassment, clutching my photo behind my back as I straightened up.

“Uh…hello, Lord Beerus…sir.”

I briefly stole another glance at him, but averted my eyes immediately. One, I wasn’t sure if a lowly mortal like myself should look a god in the eye, and two, I was terrified he could read my mind and know that all I could think of was scratching behind his ears.

“You don’t look like an Edourian,” he accused, “Why is Whis so sure you are one?”

“I—uh—“

I glanced between Whis and Lord Beerus in a slight panic.

“She doesn’t know anything of her ancestry, Lord Beerus; but I assure you I am quite confident that she is an Edourian. The power Goku described when telling me of their little flying lesson sounds just like a budding Edourian’s power.”

My heart stopped for a moment at the mentioning of Goku and I that night in the valley. How much did they discuss exactly?

Lord Beerus seemed dismayed. “If Goku is your source, then I definitely want proof myself.”

He looked at me and pointed. “You, show me your power.”

Oh, fuck. “Uhm, Lord Beerus sir, I don’t know how to show you.”

His eyes narrowed with annoyance. “Then how can Goku sing your praises so eloquently?”

“It just happens,” I hurriedly explained, “The last time I tried to trigger it on my own, I opted for jumping off of a cliff; it only really seems to happen if I’m experiencing intense emotions like fear or very strong discomfort.”

Lord Beerus eyed me, then sighed. “Very well.”

My stomach flipped, and I glanced uncertainly between Whis and the Destroyer God again as Lord Beerus yawned.

“Whis, fetch the Saiyan.”

Numerous protests bubbled up my throat as Whis guided me out of Lord Beerus’s dining room and took me to an open field. If it weren’t for being gripped by fear, I’d be in awe at the scenery around me, of being on my first new planet—being in a vague but definite danger and surrounded by strangers was not how I wanted my first extraterrestrial visit to go.

“Broly,” Whis called, “Can you come here for a moment?”

My ears perked up at that name—Broly. Goku mentioned a Broly. God, I wish Goku was here.

The sound of someone flying caught my attention, and I turned as they landed. I was met with a large chest packed with muscles and swallowed, tilting my head up to meet the familiar dark eyes of a Saiyan. Instinctively, I felt myself shrinking, gripping my photo tighter in my hands. This man was huge. He was a fucking giant. I’d never met anyone so large in my goddamn life. He could probably snap me in half like a wafer without trying.

He stared down at me quietly, his tanned face slightly twisted into a curious frown. His hair was longer than any of the other Saiyans I’d met so far, and it fell over his brow, threatening to cover his eyes. There was a scar on the left side of his face that sliced from his cheek to his jaw. The longer I looked at him, the more delicate his features became, and some of the tension left my shoulders. He leaned down suddenly, staring at me hard. I yelped and froze as he looked me up and down.

“Broly, this is Bellatrix,” Whis introduced, “She’s a friend of Goku’s.”

Broly looked over to the angel. “A friend?”

“Mhm.”

His eyes shifted back to me, and it took all I had to hold his gaze. Then he straightened up.

“Hello,” he greeted, voice soft despite its baritone, “I’m Broly. It’s nice to meet you.”

I smiled awkwardly, holding my hand out. “H-Hey.”

He eyed my hand quizzically, looking at me seemingly for an explanation as he rose his own then uncertainly placed it against mine. I was pretty sure I was sweating by now.

“Uh…”

We stared at each other with mutual confusion. I slowly took his hand and clasped it with my opposite one, shaking it. It swallowed mine, his hand softer than I was anticipating for such a rough and tumble looking guy.

“It’s a greeting,” I explained.

He looked at our hands intently as if he was learning essential knowledge, then took his hand back. I scooted away, holding onto Adam as I glanced between Broly and Whis.

"What am I supposed to do, exactly, Whis?"

"I'm afraid I'm not sure."

“Oh, good, you’ve got him.”

I jumped and spun around at the sound of Lord Beerus’s voice behind me, once again on high alert. His eyes surveyed me cooly, but I could see gears working in his mind. He paused.

“Tell me, Edourian, what are you hanging onto so dearly?”

My stomach fell to the ground immediately. “…I…uh….what are you taking about?”

His eyes narrowed—my heart froze a moment as they burned into mine. We stared at each other in silence for a moment until I folded and showed him the photo of Adam and I.

“It’s just a graduation photo.”

He eyed it strangely. “Why would you bring this with you to my planet? Does it have some kind of use?”

“No, no I just forgot—“

I tensed as Lord Beerus’s hand took hold of the picture. Anxiety suddenly churned inside of me as I remembered what Whis had told me—you shouldn’t disobey a God of Destruction. But my grip was tightening, and I couldn’t control it.

“It’s my brother,” I hurriedly explained, “My brother’s in that photo. I’d like to hold onto it for safekeeping, Lord Beerus, sir.”

At that moment his eyes changed, and I realized I’d given something away that I was going to completely regret not catching. He snatched it from my fingers and my stomach immediately twisted into knots. My breath caught in my chest and my eyes widened. I glanced helplessly to Whis, who was eyeing Lord Beerus curiously. I gave an uneasy smile, reaching for the photo, but he caught my wrist, holding the photo behind my back.

My hand trembled, I licked my lips and swallowed fixing my eyes on the space where Adam just was. I took a sharp inhale, clenching and unclenching my hand, starting to crack under the weight of Lord Beerus’s stare.

“What are you…why…give it back…please?”

“I don’t think I will, Edourian,” he calmly dismissed, releasing my hand, “Not until I see your power.”

A migraine was threatening to form over my right eyebrow. I hesitantly looked up at him, my mounting agitation starting to override my attempts at being respectful.

“Can I please, sir, Lord Beerus, just—it’s very important, okay? I just need that back, it’s very—“

I was muttering, half intelligible, pain building above my brow, sweating under the looming presences of these three large men, and I could feel my lungs starting to collapse into themselves. I backed away, trying to get some air back, but I was stopped by a gentle hand. I looked up at Whis in a shock, my entire body jumping.

“I just need some air,” I tried to explain, unable to move against his strength, “I’m just feeling a little dizzy, I’ll—I’ll show him, I just need to...”

“I apologize, Bellatrix, but we do need to see your power, one way or another.”

A wave of intense frustration passed through me and I felt the shift. The memory of the blast on Capsule Corp was blending with the gradual blurring of my vision.

“Get your hand off of me,” I demanded, teeth gritting, “Get your hand off of me and give me my dead fucking brother back.”

Everything was fading in and out around me. I couldn’t remember where Whis had his hand, if Broly was still looming over me or had moved away, if I was doing anything, but I couldn’t feel the picture frame in my hands, and I was starting to lose my hold on my center. I was so sick of it. I was so sick of being helpless. Of being someone else’s experiment. Of being someone’s plaything. But I didn’t even care. I just wanted—

“Give Adam back, you goddamn asshole!”

I wasn’t floating this time, I was hurtling into the sky, my body being thrown about by vicious winds, the cold pit having turned into a furious supernova that wanted to devour and destroy anything in its path. My heart had stopped—I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t control it and I wasn’t too sure but I’m pretty sure I’d said something stupid to the Destroyer God so I was fucked, and I was either about to be killed by whatever this new side of my power was or a pissed off super cat.

“That’s enough.”

Without any warning, it stopped. For a moment I felt a palm on my forehead, but then I cried out, legs crumbling, and I collapsed onto the torn up grass and dirt, shaking and moaning. The ground seemed to pulse and ripple under me as my muscles spasmed and twitched, trying to process what had happened. Was I going to cry? Was I crying already?

“I apologize for that, Bellatrix, but you did tell us yourself—“

“Give me the goddamn picture back!”

My hoarse voice echoed around us on the air, silencing everything. I struggled to push myself up, wiping my eyes and nose, and held my hand out, not daring to look Lord Beerus in the eye. To my slight surprise, I felt the picture frame gently pressed against my palm. I snatched it reflexively, stumbling to my feet and rushing away as fast as I could. My lungs were on fire—my throat was gravel—what happened this time?

***

I had holed myself up in some cave, hiding behind a rock even though I knew if any of them wanted to find me, they would’ve just come and gotten me by now. I kept breathing—one, two, three, four; one, two, three, four, five, six; one, two, three—

The sound of rocks crunching under feet made me fall silent. I sighed, rubbing my forehead, then peeking out from my hiding spot. It didn’t take long to recognize such a giant silhouette, even though he was slouching. I frowned.

“What do you want?”

Broly stopped, and I inwardly punched myself—that sounded far too defensive.

“I’m sorry, I’m…I’m better now.”

There was silence. I couldn’t read his face in the dark, but he didn’t move.

“I was worried.”

His voice moved along the cave walls like molasses and it soothed my ears. With a swallow, I crawled from behind the rock, standing to a crouch as well.

“Thanks. I’m okay.”

He remained in silence, and I stared at his dark form in confused expectation.

“Why were you worried about me? You don’t know me.”

“My…friends. They heard it. The explosions and your voice. They told me I should.”

I thought of Beerus and Whis with a bit of distaste. As if he could see my expression, he spoke again.

“My friends are Cheelai and Lemo. You haven’t met them.”

“Oh.”

After another long silence, I quietly brushed past him and sat down at the mouth of the cave, resting against the rock. He emerged soon after, dark eyes fixed on me curiously.

“Your friends didn’t come see,” I remarked, looking around at the empty landscape.

To my surprise, he smiled a little. “They were too scared.”

I nodded, then sighed quietly. “Yeah, I…I tend to be doing a whole lot of scaring lately.”

My eyes shifted to his, and I managed to hold his gaze for longer than a milisecond.

“You’re not scared?”

“No, you’re like me.”

I rose a brow. “How can I be anything like you?”

He looked away, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I can get scary too. I lose control, like you did. That’s why I’m on Lord Beerus’s world.”

I considered Broly, imagining him going beserk—maybe even one of those ‘Super Saiyans’ Bulma had written about—and I could definitely understand why he’s quarantined to a god’s planet. I cleared my throat, trying to sit a little more comfortably.

“Where are you from?”

He seemed surprised I asked, but told me nonetheless with a small smile.

“I’m from the planet Vampa.”

“Vampa, hm? Cool.”

My mind blanked, and I stared ahead, trying to think of what I wanted to ask. My mind was still recovering from the events of the day, and felt as if parts of my brain were defrosting.

“You’re from Earth, right? Like Kakarot.”

I squinted at him. “Who?”

“Kakarot. You’re his friend.”

I blinked. “Uh…oh, you mean Goku?”

He nodded. “He told me to call him Kakarot. He said it was his Saiyan name.”

“Oh, I didn’t know he had one. We’ve just met, anyway.”

My eyes were starting to droop. There was just something about this guy’s presence that was calming.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm?”

He nudged me gently, and I lazily opened my eyes.

“Sorry, I’ve had a long day. I don’t…”

I yawned, slumping a little. “I don’t usually get sleepy like this. It’s my first time traveling through space.”

“We should go back so you can rest,” he suggested.

“No,” I sharply rejected, “I mean, uh, sorry. I’d rather be here. You can go ahead if you want.”

“You can stay with my friends.”

“I’m gonna stay here.”

I hesitated to say it, but I admitted it quietly. “I just…it’s safer to me. I don’t want them to take my photo again.”

“I’m sorry.”

I looked at him, cocking my head. “What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry they took your brother.”

I studied his face in fascination. His rough face had softened completely into naive remorse, eyes downcast into his lap.

“I have something I don’t like people taking either.”

He started to caress the fur that he had tied around his hips, and I eyed it with some interest. I pointed at it.

“Is that from Vampa?”

His soft smile returned, and he nodded. “It was my friend’s. I didn’t have many back home. It’s his ear.”

My eyebrows rose as I examined it again. “Big friend.”

“Yes. Very big.”

I sighed, looking at Adam’s smile.

“That is your brother?”

“Yeah. My big brother.”

He hummed thoughtfully, examining the image, and I chuckled slightly.

“Uh, I mean ‘big’ as in older.”

“Mm.”

He sat back quietly. My eyes started to fall shut again, and I let out a sigh, hugging Adam close.

“Sorry. I’m, hm…I’m falling asleep.”

Before I heard Broly answer, I had quickly slipped away into a dream.

***

A loud clang made me stir, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. I squinted as my sight flooded with light, and groaned quietly, hugging my photo tighter.

“Sorry,” a voice whispered loudly.

My eyebrows knitted and released. I tugged my blanket over my body, yawning. As I exhaled, a familiar scent filled my nose that eased the knot in my stomach.

“Goku,” I muttered, pulling the blanket closer, “What’re you doing here?”

“Bellatrix? You’re awake?”

My eyes snapped open and I flew up, immediately meeting a familiar pair of shining eyes. He smiled at me, and I almost wanted to hug him.

“You were taking a bit too long at Lord Beerus’s place, so I went to see what was up. We found you sleeping on Broly.”

He laughed, turning away. I looked down at my blanket, realizing it was his arctic coat. Making sure he didn’t notice, I tugged it around me and zipped it up. It dragged a little around my feet as I went over to him.

“You didn’t break anything expensive, did you?”

“I didn’t break anything,” he dismissed.

The twinge of uncertainty in his voice did little to convince me. We were in the common room, which was newly furnished and decked out with things that screamed Bulma—tv, video games, a bar, and other things that had little to do with space research and more to do with hosting a party that was definitely never going to happen.

“I just don’t know how to work this thing…”

I frowned at the electric teapot Goku seemed to be examining with a intensity that could draw blood.

“Uh, it’s just a button on the handle—wait, wait, there’s no water!”

After hurriedly taking the teapot from him and showing him how to use it correctly, I somehow found myself huddled up under a blanket with Goku, cradling a steaming cup of tea in the telescope room.

I leaned against the wall with a quiet sigh, staring at Adam's smile under the lamplight coming from my desk. Goku was blowing on his tea quietly--too quietly, I didn't like it--but glanced over at the photo discreetly. He finally spoke after he drank some of his tea.

"What was your brother like?"

I looked at him hesitantly, and his gaze seemed much more timid than normal. With a slight swallow, I looked back at the painting.

"Adam was...jeez, where do I even start?"

I smiled the longer I stared at the photo, memories flooding my mind.

"He was so good with people. So good. He could walk into any room full of strangers and leave behind friends. He was bright, and dependable, and he was a good person--a great person. He was loving and loyal and generous, although he was a little lazy with his work."

I looked at Goku with a chuckle. "He was basically the exact opposite of me."

With a heavy sigh, I drank my tea, feeling my chest ache a bit at the heat.

"He deserved better. Way better than he got. I mean...shouldn't good people get good things?"

I quickly finished my tea and slowly hugged the photo to my chest.

"I forgot what his smile looked like."

I shut my eyes, conjuring up the image; the memory of overlapping voices, of the hot sun, of being dragged around by my popular big brother. They were thin and filmy over the feeling of his blood smearing on my palms. Goku's arm suddenly pressed against mine, and I looked at him with a bit of a fright. He smiled at me gently.

"You know, if you'd want to, we could wish your brother back to life."

My eyebrows rose. "You mean resurrect him?"

"Yeah, lots of us have died. We usually gather the dragon balls and bring them back after we've defeated whatever bad guy we fought."

I looked at the photo again, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Maybe it would make you happier," he suggested.

"Maybe."

I thought of it--being able to call him up whenever I didn't know if something matched, or getting his encouraging texts every day, or our competitive weekly video game playoffs over takeout. My heart ached. Maybe it would.

I took a sharp breath, putting the photo on my desk and placing our teacups next to it.

"C'mon, let's get up."

"What, why? I like it here."

My body erupted in goosebumps as he took my hand to gently pull me back. It was really times like these that made me glad my blushes weren't visible.

"I'm gonna show you what the telescope does," I explained, voice cracking a little--I cursed myself at the sound.

He laughed softly as he stood. He looked down at me, and the soft light of the lamp caressed his face.

"You're so cute when you get all nervous," he remarked, giving a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up. I'm not nervous."

He laughed, going over the telescope, still holding my hand delicately. My hand felt like something precious in his; the way he held it, not too tight or loose, but perfectly melded with mine. I swallowed, snapping out of my thoughts, letting his hand go.

"Uh, Lucky, let's fire up the room, okay?"

My watch lit up, and the smiley face gave a wink.

"On it!"

A shiver passed over me as the dome ceiling opened, and I turned off the lamp, returning to Goku's side as he observed the movement of the room with interest. I nudged him to get his attention.

"We're going to sit over there," I said, pointing over to a chair set on a platform of ladders.

Without even thinking, he picked me up and walked over. I stammered over my words as he sat us down, him in the chair and me perched on his lap.

"Gok--Goku."

"How else are we both supposed to be able to see," he innocently rebutted.

“We take turns.”

“We can take turns this way, too, can’t we?”

“Goku, there is so much space on this thing, yet you choose to get squished under me?”

He grinned playfully. “I don’t mind being squished.”

“Yeah, sure, but there’s barely any room to breathe—“

“I can breathe just fine,” he assured, “I like having you close.”

I stared at him dumbly for a moment then let out an incredulous laugh, and rubbed my forehead.

“You know what—whatever, fine, let’s just…okay, why don't we start with...hm."

I looked to Goku, trying not to react to our proximity as he beamed at me. We were practically supplying each other oxygen at this point. I smiled a little, keeping eye contact.

"Why don't you pick a planet?"

"Whatever your favorite is."

I rolled my eyes with a smile and leaned forward to peer through the telescope.

“Okay, Jupiter, Jupiter…”

My skin tingled as Goku’s fingers pressed into my hip and thigh while he held me firmer to keep me steady. My brain jumbled at the feeling, and I cleared my throat, furrowing my brow as I looked for Jupiter.

“Jupi…ahem—ju…”

I could practically feel Goku’s teasing leer as I continued to mutter nonsense.

“Oh,” I softly exclaimed, “There you are.”

I leaned back, gesturing for Goku to look into the telescope. His scent filled my nose as his body pressed against mine. My head was spinning—he had to know this was evil of him to do to me.

“Oh wow, it’s flashing!”

“Yeah, that’s Jupiter’s lightning—pretty cool, huh?”

“That’s your favorite?”

“One of them, yeah.”

He leaned back in the chair, and part of me ached in dissatisfaction as the feeling of him against me disappeared.

“Okay, your turn.”

“What about Lord Beerus’s planet?”

I chuckled, but prickled at the mentioning of him.

“Uh, I don’t think there’s a telescope strong enough to find a god’s home planet. At least not one I have.”

“Mm, okay, what about King Kai’s planet?”

I gave him a look. “Didn’t you say that was in the afterlife?”

“Oh, yeah, right.”

He laughed, and I smiled, shaking my head.

“Why don’t you just explore and tell me what you see? Just take it all in.”

He leaned forward, peering into the telescope again, his breath occasionally tickling my skin, and I stared at his face as he looked into the night sky.

“How do ya move it?”

“Lucky, rotate us to the left.”

“Got it, boss.”

It was jerky at first, but then the movement of the floor beneath us smoothed out as we eased into a stop. Moonlight gently spilled into the room, although the shadow of the telescope blocked us from getting any of it.

“Oh, the moon’s huge tonight,” I remarked, “Mind if I…?”

Goku leaned back and I eagerly looked at the moon through the telescope.

“Gosh, it’s so beautiful,” I said quietly, “Do you wanna see?”

He smiled awkwardly. “It’s probably better if I didn’t.”

I rose a brow curiously, but shrugged and went back to the telescope.

“So…your ex built you this place?”

I paused, tensing up.

“Yeah. She did.”

There was an awkward pause for moment. I turned to Goku.

“I mean…it honestly should’ve been the first red flag, because we’d only been together five months when she first brought me here.”

He eyed me curiously. “You don’t like it?”

“I don’t like flashy, expensive gifts. Especially not buildings when I’ve only been with you for five months.”

“Why not?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “It’s too much too fast.”

“Too fast, huh?”

He actually laughed a little bit, piquing my interest. “What?”

“Chichi and I promised to get married the moment we met,” he remarked, “She was really serious about it, too. When I saw her again at this tournament later on, she was furious because I’d forgot.”

“Wow…”

I looked away awkwardly. “Sounds like a woman who knows what she wants, at least. Can’t be mad at that.”

“Yeah.”

I sighed. “Yeah.”

I sat back against him thoughtlessly, yawning again. He wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer.

“Hm…did you want to get married?”

“Sure, I liked her.”

“That doesn’t sound very romantic,” I playfully accused.

“Why not? I thought she was amazing.”

“You talk too simply, I think. People are more dramatic when they’re talking romantically.”

He laughed. “Dramatic?”

“Yeah, like poems and shit.”

“I don’t think I can talk like that.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, me either.”

We fell silent, and I listened to Goku’s quiet breathing. I frowned at the telescope blocking the moon.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” I suggested, “The moon’s really nice tonight, I kinda want to get a better view.”

He held me a little tighter. “I like this.”

My face erupted in heat. It was the simplest phrase in the world, but something about it made me feel weak.

“Um, Goku…”

“Yeah?”

I didn’t know what I wanted to say, or what I needed to ask. There was question bubbling up inside of me, though.

“Why are you so…clingy?”

Oh god, that was a horrible way to ask that.

He was quiet for a while, and a bit of guilt knotted up my stomach at the idea I’d made him feel awkward or hurt his feelings. It…wasn’t like I didn’t like it…

I cleared my throat. “I mean, I like hanging out with you, but why do you always…”

“Always what?”

“Oh, you know what.”

He laughed a little, but sat up.

“I don’t, what do you mean?”

“You’re not fooling me, Goku.”

“I’m not trying to,” he insisted with amusement, “Is something wrong?”

“I…no…”

His eyes swallowed me as they managed to catch some moonlight.

“Is it because I touch you? Bulma said you might not like it, but you always let me, and I figured—“

“No, it’s not—I mean…”

I sighed. “Lucky, I’m done with viewing tonight.”

“Shutting it down.”

I got up as everything returned to its original place and the ceiling shut. Goku followed, seemingly nervous.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, coming up next to me as I returned to the desk.

“Goku, c’mon. We both know that’s not true.”

He smiled. “Yeah, but that’s the good kind. Where you get all cute and warm all over.”

“I…warm?”

I looked at him as I turned on the lamp. His eyes had changed, colored with playful desire.

“You get all warm and fidgety,” he explained, “Chichi got like that too when I touched her. I thought you liked it like she did.”

I was frozen into silence and staring at his face in slight terror. Was he trying to turn me on? Did he know he was? He deflated slightly at the sight of whatever my expression was.

“You don’t like it, do you?”

“I—no, I…I do. You feel…”

I sighed in embarrassment. “You feel really nice.”

He quickly brightened up, moving over to me. My breath caught as he grabbed my waist and pulled me against him.

“You feel really nice too,” he answered, voice suddenly much softer.

I stared up at him helplessly, then froze up and gasped. A wave of warmth passed through me, and my eyes widened in alarm as I felt a sudden slickness in my underwear. It wasn’t what I was afraid it was—at least I thought so—which raised a great number of troubling possibilities. My lower belly ached strangely and I frowned as I placed my hand over it. I frowned, stepping back.

“Ohh crap,” I muttered.

Goku’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Woah, you smell really nice all of a sudden…”

I pushed him back as he came closer and inhaled my scent, eyes seeming to darken at the smell of it.

“Really…nice….”

“Goku!”

He pressed his nose against my neck, inhaling deeply. Another wave passed through me and I yelped, jumping back. Still, he came and gently took my arms, inhaling the scent of my skin eagerly. My entire body was on fire in embarrassment, excitement, and confusion. My mind was going a thousand places—it felt right, but wrong—I mean, he has a son for crying out loud—but his voice, his body, it felt like honey to me right now, and something inside of me wanted a taste. Luckily, I was stronger than it.

“I’ve never smelled anything like that before,” he muttered, lips grazing my ear, “It’s so…”

“Goku—oh my god, Goku!”

I felt something against my back that I was definitely not equipped to handle. My brain was going haywire in a way I’d never experienced before and it made me panic. I pushed him off with force, grabbing the photo of Adam to ward him off.

“Goku, snap out of it! Dead brother, remember? Dead brother! Old wrinkly people! Smelly breath—smell—no!”

I ducked away from his embrace and ran up on the platform to perch on one of the ladders and tried to feed him the least unarousing things I could think of. My alarm seemed to make whatever had happened in my body start to wear off, because the look that was in his eyes cleared. I let out a relieved sigh—the idea of fending off Goku all night sounded terrifying.

“Oh, thank god,” I breathed, letting my head fall.

“I feel…really weird right now,” Goku admitted with a slight blush.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I feel a little weird too.”

He looked down at his erection with some surprise.

“Oh,” he muttered.

He looked around the room, then smiled apologetically.

“Uh, sorry, I gotta go.”

I nodded in strong agreement. “See you tomorrow.”

“Seeya!”

He pressed his fingers against his forehead and disappeared. I swallowed, letting out a sigh and shutting my eyes. As things grew still, I hopped up and hurriedly took off his snow jacket as rushed to the bathroom, already ringing for Bulma.

I hate it when she’s right.

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