Good Ole Headcanons nd One Shots

by whoopsjey

Summary:

Headcanons and one shots of some fandoms

Notes:

Ben goes afk for a mission, and Gwen has to clean up the mess her two idiots made. Just Gwen x Reader x Kevin.
This is during the Alien force timeline. Gwen is 15, Kevin is 16, and you are 15 1/2.

Chapter 1: Ult-Alien! Gwen x Reader x Kevin

"Hold still will you."

you sighed and winced as Gwen stitched your back, you had encountered a group of Aliens. Something about a war? Ben wasn't there and only Kevin had your back. But Kevin was knocked out cold in the first 3 minutes of the fight. If Gwen hadn't shown up you would've been in hospice care.

She had patched up and took care of Kevin and was onto you now. Ben wouldn’t answer any phone calls - he had some sumo slammers event he was looking forward to or something. You winced again. “If you don’t hold still I can’t help you” Gwen said, sighing and standing up. She sat right next to you. You leaned on her shoulder and noticed Kevin laying in your lap. “You two are real idiots for going after something like that alone” she said, patting your head. It wasn’t truly your fault since Ben is the one with the fancy watch and wouldn’t pick up. “We’re your idiots, Gwen.” Kevin said slightly awake, chuckling to himself.

“Jeez I’m sorry Gwen. but Kevin and I are pretty strong together, they just out matched us. We had it under control” you said, maintaining eye contact. You were blatantly wrong but hated it when Gwen was right. She always has a smug look in her eyes. “Oh Hush.” She leaned over and kissed you on your lips. “What about me?” Kevin sat up quickly, almost falling off of the couch. You had only just noticed you were in Kevin’s workshop.

“You know I love you too” Gwen stood up and helped Kevin stand, giving him a small kiss on his cheek. You looked at them both swooning over each other. “Well are you just gonna sit there doe eyed?” Kevin said, patting your head, you stood and matched them. Barely able to keep yourself up you almost knock down both Kevin and Gwen. Laughing together, while holding each other up. “And I love you two, too.” You said.

After a while Gwen decided neither of you could stay in Kevin’s workshop, so she helped you into Kevin’s car. Kevin’s stubborn self walked himself and insisted on driving his ‘ride’. Gwen sat in the back seat with you for a change. It’s usually you and Ben in the back and Gwen and Kev up front. Kevin drove all 3 of you to Gwen’s house, too lazy to drive all the way home too. “Shh, could you be any louder?”Gwen whispered harshly at you as you walked through the front door. It only JUST occurred to you that you were sneaking in. “Ah yes, blame us when we went through the front door!” Kevin whisper-yelled back at Gwen halfway up the stairs already. It was at least 2 am. You held your side making your way up the stairs, Kevin had already plopped down on Gwen’s bed. You looked back to see Gwen quietly closing the door to her room. You laid down beside Kevin and pulled off your shirt. It was barely letting you breathe, especially with your injury.

You fully laid back once Gwen changed her clothes and sat on her bed. It was king sized, she had just switched it out maybe a week before, from her original queen sized bed. Even with a bigger bed it could barely fit all 3 of you. Both You and Kevin would have to be out of her room and far from her house by like 6 am, so you might as well get some rest. You laid on Gwen’s chest while Kevin laid under your arm. As soon as you get settled you hear:

“Hey babe..” A very tired and drowsy Kevin said. Neither of you knew which ‘babe’ he meant.

“Yes Kevin?” Gwen answered while yawning.

“Yeah?” You said at the same time. “I love you” He said in an even more tired voice. “I love both of you” He managed to get closer to your side. “We love you too” You and Gwen both said slightly far apart from each other. “I love you Gwen” You said looking up from her chest. “I love you too.” She blew you a kiss because she couldn't fully reach you.

“Hey Gwen” Kevin spoke up again. “Yes Kevin.” She said tired of his bullshit already. “Tomorrow, can we go see the new sumo slammers premiere?” “Yes Kevin.” Kevin yawned: “Ok, Goodnight babe. Goodnight baby”
By we he meant all 4 of you, Including Ben. That reminded you, where was Ben? It was kinda rude that he just flaked on the mission like that.

“Hey Gwen?” Gwen sighed thinking it was Kevin calling her again, but he was already snoring. “Yeah?” She lightly caressed your face. “Where’s Ben?” You asked already drifting to sleep.
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow honey.” and you fell asleep.

The next thing you heard was Gwen’s alarm going off, she had it set to 7:30 am every weekday. 7:30…7:30..
“Shit!” you heard Kevin say as he shuffled to get his pants on. You were barely awake. Kevin shook you ruthlessly to change that. “Babe, Dude, DUDE. cmon we overslept! DUDE” He whisper-yelled at you.You woke up rubbing your eyes. You couldn’t find your shirt all that quickly so you slipped into Gwen's sweater. She usually wore it over a white button down sometimes. You scrambled into your shoes. Kevin got tired of waiting so he flung you over his shoulder.

Gwen was scrambling to get ready for school and she knew her parents would be up. She had woke Kevin up out of his deep sleep and ran to the shower. She heard her dad coming upstairs and promptly closed the door behind her. Kevin opened the window and slid you onto the roof as carefully as he could. It wasn’t your first time overstaying your welcome. You knew the plan, sneak out the back and sprint to Kevin's car. You slid off the roof and landed on the ground. Hard. With Kevin right behind you, Gwen stuck her head out the window “See you later ok?” she said as quietly as she could while you would still be able to hear. She was half dressed with her hair drenched. She looked so cute like that.

“Yeah” you held a thumbs up, almost stumbling over yourself. You blew a kiss at her and shortly joined Kevin in the car.

“We gotta stop doing that” He started the car and sped off as quickly as possible.
You looked through the back window and saw Gwen’s mom standing on the porch, squinting at Kevin's car.

“We’re screwed.” you say slumping back in your seat.

"When are we not?"

He had a Fair point.

Chapter 2: Teen! Gohan x Reader

Summary:

You re-meet gohan for the 30th time and have a small cuddle sesh.

Notes:

This chapter is kind of short, but I feel like Gohan needs more love. There will be more of this in the future! I guess this is fluff??

“Hold on Vegeta.”

Gohan was tired of hearing his constant whining about the inferior living in his home. He meant you, you had been staying with Bulma for a short period of time. Just until you got on your feet again. But Gohan wasn’t the one who cut Vegeta off, It was Goku.

He hadn’t got to truly introduce himself to you, but you were very, very, fond of his son. Gohan. “I’m Goku!” He cheerfully introduced himself and stuck his hand out. You shook it. “I know who you are” You laughed a bit. “You have quite a reputation with ‘prince’ Vegeta.” You rubbed your eyes as you had only woken up from a nap. Everytime Vegeta saw you he threw a mini fit, you were still staying with him. You had taken a small nap after helping Bulma out with some chores. Goku was sitting beside you on the couch. You looked past him for a second letting out a slight yawn and you saw Gohan.

“I’m Son Gohan” He was only reintroducing himself. He knew you and You knew him from small encounters. You took his hand and introduced yourself. “Hey, how old are you?” Goku asked out of nowhere, and Gohan flinched. He knew where this was going. “I’m 19, why?” you responded as his eyes lit up. “Would you look at that Gohan! Right around your age” “Dad..”Gohan looked away. He was maybe 18-19. Goku promptly excused himself as Vegeta was still roaming around complaining about your existence, and Goku wanted to spar. “What did you do to piss off Vegeta like that?” Gohan sat down next to you. “I’m here aren’t I?” You responded with a light arm nudge.

“You know you look so familiar..” Gohan said after a few minutes of basic conversation. “Yeah we met before, Chi-Chi had introduced us right?” That wasn’t completely true but you had seen Gohan around before. You had rescued Chi-Chi from some encounter while she was walking home from grocery shopping. When you walked her home Gohan was there at the door. He had Thanked you. You said “It was nothing, I’ll see you around.” and you did see him around. His dad was dear and near everywhere 'and as many times as you had met he still somehow forgot you'. “I didn’t forget you,” He said. That last part you had mumbled out loud. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t recognize you” he looked nervous and did the weird hand behind his head thing. “It’s ok, we have right now . So even if you did forget me you can make it up to me.” You said trying to get him from doing the thing again. “Yeah! Yeah I can!” He said falling quiet shortly after.

“You look tired” You yawned and tried to play it off “what, me? No way! I’m fully awake!” “you’re halfway asleep as we speak,” He said as a rebuttal. Vegeta did wake you up straight out of nowhere.

“Nope, I’m Awake!” you yawn again and feel Gohan lay your head on his chest. “No, you’re definitely half way asleep.” You still tried to fight it as best as you could, but at this point it was tireless. “Fine, you won this one” You mumbled, you had gotten comfortable.

“Consider this making up for my forgetful nature. Get some sleep.” He brushed your shoulder trying not to cross any boundaries. You placed his hand across your stomach.

“Whatever.” You mumbled before truly admitting to the defeat of sleep.

Chapter 3: Shaggy x Reader

Summary:

You and Shaggy take a little day off, Shaggy is 17 1/2 and you are 16 turning 17 soon. Both seniors in highschool and Finals for graduation are soon. But Shaggy doesnt see why they are so important.

Notes:

For ref I am using Scooby Doo Mystery incorporated (2010), and also let me know what you want to see in the future!

“Like, what’s the issue with that?”

Shaggy stood oblivious to your dilemma, he was slumped up against your door frame. You had finals coming up soon and constant mystery solving adventures were leaving you drained. You and Shaggy had this sorta kinda relation-ship, unlike him and velma you two knew what you wanted out of each other. And Scoob was cool with you. Shaggy didn’t understand why you just couldn't drop a couple classes for your benefit. “Shaggy, I’d fail the semester if I did that” You responded. As much as you loved your foodie stoner he kinda did have an empty head. “And my parents would absolutely kill me if I skipped school for -” You looked up from your desk for a second at Shaggy. He was your favorite part of Mystery Solving. “For the gang?” He finished your sentence, and you nodded silently turning back to your desk to rearrange the panicked mess you had made.

Shaggy went to sit down on your bed, he had been there to try and recruit you for another day of mystery solving. He laid back and looked in your direction, “So like, you want me to tell the gang we can’t?” You turned to face him in your chair; “We?” You said confused “I can’t make it but you-” “can't either if you aren’t gonna” He cut you off. “What about Scoob?” you finally fully faced shaggy and sat down on your bed next to him. “Daphne.” He said sitting up “Like Daph has it under control, Yeah Scoob is my best friend but, Like, he does have his own girlfriend now” You had forgotten all about Nova. “Since we aren’t going with the gang, can we, Like, get something to eat? I’m absolutely starving” He then said again, cutting through your thoughts. “Of course we can,” you said, leaning down and kissing the stubble on his chin. You stood and rumbled through your desk for your cell phone to tell Fred unfortunately it would be a no show again. Although this kind of eliminated the purpose of skipping the mission, you were gonna go out anyway and miss some more studying. But hey, your parents are with your aunt and uncle in New York and finals are two weeks away. You have time.

You grabbed your jacket and put on some shoes, you had a T-shirt on already with some ‘Mom’ jeans - in reality they just had flared pant legs. Almost like you were complimenting shaggy’s iconic look in a way. Shaggy rose from your bed and stretched before slumping back down. He reached for your hand, and before you took it you grabbed your phone, keys, and headphones. You took his hand and made your way outside. Without the mystery machine shaggy would have to borrow his parents car, though that did make sense as to how he had gotten to your house in the first place. “Like what’re we gonna eat?” He slid into the passenger's seat. You locked the front door. “Whatever comes to mind” You responded. He preferred for you to drive whenever you could, Fred had road rage , Daphne had no license, Velma drove too slow, Scoob definitely can’t drive, and Shaggy was way too afraid to even test that. You entered the driver's seat of his parents 1990 mustang. Shaggy had done a horrible parking job.

You drove throughout Crystal Cove, hopefully today was a good day and you could just cruise. You knew there was a new burger place that just opened, hopefully it wasn’t like last time and wasn’t linked to some mystery. “Burgers?” You looked towards him for a split second before facing the road again. “yeah!” He said in a raspy excited voice. And you parked in the parking lot, thankfully he responded before you passed the place. You got out and so did he. Shaggy happily sprinted towards the front doors.

You could already tell, he would be one of their best customers. You joined him, but by the time you had gotten inside he already ordered half the menu.

Then it dawned on you, where was your wallet?

Shaggy ordered 3 triple decker burgers, 2 shakes , 4 orders of large fries, and chocolate cake for dessert or a light snack. You continued to pat yourself down for your wallet but you hadn’t grabbed it. You remembered seeing it on your desk but you picked up your headphones instead thinking you grabbed your wallet. Oops. “Hey, what's wrong?” shaggy said, demolishing his food. You looked side to side and then whispered “I don’t have my wallet.” You hadn’t ordered anything but you still almost broke a sweat until Shaggy said “Oh, I got it! Don’t worry about it” He slid you one of the orders of fries.

Shaggy did not have it, his parents did. Apparently they gave him money before leaving hoping to persuade him into staying home. To no avail. By the end of his meal he had spent at least 245 USD which was under his usual. Maybe he didn’t want to worry you. “C'mon” He reached for your hand and you took it. You kissed him on the lips once you had gotten back to the car. He lifted you onto the roof of it and he managed to get himself up there. When you had left home it was around 5 pm, and now the stars were out. You leaned onto his shoulder. “ Thanks,” He said. “For what? You paid.” You chuckled. “I meant for taking a day off with me.” He grabbed your hand.

“Any time Shag.”

“What do you think the gang’s doing?” You said right after.

You both knew that somewhere in Crystal Cove they were probably at the trapping part of the mission, and might need you. He sighed realizing his fate would always be to be bait.

“C'mon” he said, getting down off the roof and grabbing his phone.
“Alright Alright” You looked at the stars. Almost as pretty as him.

Chapter 4: TDI! Gwen x Reader

Summary:

You and Gwen escape from total drama for a little bit, it's near the end of the summer and you've both left the show for now. Meaning you've left Duncan, Courtney, and Trent behind for a while. Gwen is 17 and you are 17.

Notes:

I know it's alot of SFW but I figured I'd dive deeper in later chapters? and I'm not writing NSFW abt teenagers. Also Gwen needs more love!

“I’m so proud of you”

Gwen brushed her hand across your face as you gleamed with pride. You had taken her out to a carnival, she wasn’t truly a fan of them but you insisted. You just wanted to see her smile again ever since the drama. The whole Courtney, Duncan, and Trent situation had messed her up pretty bad. And you haven't seen the Gwen you know and love for a while. You had won her a stuffed animal, an almost life sized fluffy teddy bear. The right kind of fluffy too, not just it looks fluffy and then it's actually starch paper. You had an eye for these types of things. You made sure that it would fit her room as well so she wouldn’t be embarrassed or anything.
“I made sure it was black and grey, It would match your room perfectly” You said as she squished the everloving life out of it. Gwen looked at you for a brief second “Hey, I would've loved it no matter what - even if my teddy was pink and white, I’d love it like my own baby. You got it for me babe” She shifted her bear into one arm and managed to hold your waist with the other planting a kiss on your lips. A long one at that, you forgot you were in public for a second.

After a while she guided you to a photobooth, or more accurately you wouldn’t stop talking about a photobooth you had seen. She took the hint, basically you were saying ‘can we take pictures in there? Please please. -’ she understood you well enough. You slid into it and she followed with her teddy bear, of which she had named Rad*. The first image was a simple kiss on the cheek, the next was a picture of you two making heart hands while Rad sat in the middle. The next was Gwen on your lap while you leaned on Rad with your arm around him. And the last:

Gwen grabbed you face while sitting on her knees and genuinely gave you the most loving kiss she could in 3 seconds. While Rad sat slumped over like some dad overstaying his welcome. It stunned you, but right after she got up and checked out the photos. You grabbed Rad and joined her in slight shock. Barely even to stay up by yourself. “What was that about?” You asked dazed, looking at the beautiful woman you could call your girlfriend. “I wanted it to be memorable , In case we grow old and apart or something. You could bitch to your next partner about me being the one that got away” She laughed a bit and gave the second roll of photos. “Or y'know , we could look 'em over together. Remember this night forever.” She held up Rad with a smile.

It was now nearing 12 am, you had both been there since at least 4 pm. So to round out the night you decided on the boardwalk. Rad and The pictures were safely stored in your dad’s car. You looked at the ferris wheel and all the rides lighting up in the dark while holding Gwen’s hand. Then you decided to fake falling in. “woah- ah my balance” you wobbled while Gwen laughed. “Don’t do that!” She playfully shoved you and without realising that was enough to send you actually tumbling into the water. “Oh! Are you ok?!” She leaned over looking for you, and became worried. You were fine, wearing shorts and a T shirt - Phone and Mp3 player in the car. “Babe?” She leaned over a bit more and you sprung up and pulled her in. You found it hilarious and could barely stay afloat. “Not funny” She said, feeling a laugh creep up on her. She splashed you a bit to shut you up but that only led to a water fight.

“I’m freezing” you said with your teeth clanking playfully. It honestly wasn't that cold.

“You got us in here!” She said wrapping her arms around you to provide some warmth.

“Whatever you say” you kissed her as the fireworks started.

“Oh hush.”

Chapter 5: 2012! Donatello x Reader

Summary:

This takes place during maybe season 1-3 of TMNT 2012. But Casey shows up earlier, as you are Casey's Sister. You're a couple of Months older than him, making you 16 almost 17. Donnie is still stuck up on April and can't see what's right infront of him. He doesn't truly realize it here though lol.

Notes:

This is light angst I think? It gets resolved pretty easy though, thinking about doing some longer chapters.

“What’re you doing here?”

Donatello looked up from his desk. He looked sleep deprived. You had decided to pay him a visit after hearing nothing but stone cold silence for a couple of days. His brothers had answered all their texts, Casey had answered, Hell even April did. And you despise April. You glanced around his workshop, hisT-phone was at your feet. You guessed he ‘discarded’ it because the constant noise was bothering him. “Excuse me if I’m interrupting you, but you can’t just bail on me for not one. Not two. But Three weeks!” You said sternly as you stepped over the mounts and mounts of trash and small gadgets on the floor. He shuddered and fully stood from his hunched form. Stretching a bit, It was clear he hadn’t left that position for a couple hours. “I’m sorry dear, I really am but you gotta understand I’m so close to finding April’s father. So, SO close!” He said showing you on his fingers how close he was. He looked like a lost puppy. “No, you’re close to psychosis.” you sighed, there was no real point in being angry with him. He was torturing himself for some girl who didn’t even want him.

“I found this piece of kraang tech the last time we were with him, if I could just-” He was already back around his desk, hovering over it. It was like he had forgotten you were there for a second. “Don, Leo hasn’t seen you come out of here for weeks.” You stepped over something else , not even being able to tell what it was. “Splinter is worried for you. We all are.” You said about placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh pish posh, I’m fine, they know I’m fine” He unintentionally brushed your hand off and sat down on a desk chair. He had never brushed you off like that before. “Well I don’t” You found yourself beginning to become angry, there's no way he’s been this bent over for April. April. “Look Donnie, I know you think it’s your fault but-” “it is my fault! I let him get captured and now April will never want me. Look you don’t get it and if you’re just going to crowd me then you can-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you were already gone.

Beginning to leave you heard Mikey call you; “Dude! What happened?” You barely turned as you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. “I’m going home.” You jumped over the railing and began to zip up your jacket. You looked up and saw Master Splinter in front of you. It was quite a jump scare considering you could have sworn the path was clear. “I know Donatello’s mind is clouded, but you can help guide him to the clearing.” He said placing a hand on your shoulder. “He’s fixed on April, I can’t help with that.” Master Splinter grimaced. “Very well, but he does need you. Just as much as he needs me.” He walked back to the lair. That stuck with you. He needs you just as much as he needs Splinter. Even if not as a love interest. You turned back walking as slowly as possible to the lair to give yourself time to change your mind. You didn’t.

“Hey.” You found Donnie looking a bit confused at the lair entrance, sitting on one of the railings. “Hello Donatello.” You weren’t completely fond of him all of a sudden. “What were you going to say back there?” He looked over at you. “I know you think it’s your fault but it's not, frankly it was mainly April. She opted for it and she put her dad at risk. It wasn’t your fault the mutagen got lost, it was bound to be that way anyways.” You huffed, you were starting to change your mind about talking things out. “I know you don’t like April, so I’ll take that with a grain of salt.” He responded, almost laughing. “But I also know you have good reasons for not liking her.” “Oh really? When did you figure this out?” You didn’t look up at him. “I mean, I didn’t really. Master Splinter-” “made you come to your senses?” you cut him off, and he nodded silently.

“Well I will say it’s good to see you out of your room instead of cooped up.” You were almost laughing, which made him laugh. “What’s funny?” You said now, beginning to laugh. “You are, your laugh is just inviting that’s all.” He finally jumped down from the railing. “Oh wow, I get the curiosity of eye contact” you said playfully. “I’m really sorry.” “While I'm not forgiving you, I understand. One time I lost Casey’s favorite hockey stick. Signed by his favorite player. For weeks I tore through our house trying to find it, It almost made me sick. But after a while Casey told me he had it all along.” Donnie chuckled but then something dawned on him; “had it all along..That’s it. April has her fathers Dna. so we can use hers’ to find him!” He hurriedly ran to his room and you sighed in defeat. Wasted efforts.

“Oh wait, Thank you!” He said, peaking out of his room, “But aren’t you coming with me?”

Maybe It wasn’t completely a waste.

Chapter 6: Chi-Chi x Reader

Summary:

You stopped at Goku's home, and have tea with Chi-Chi. You compete a bit in stubborness, but she does make you welcome to her home. She is fond of you, but does not say that just yet.

BTW: Gohan is 19 , and you are around 19-22, you've trained with Gohan before and even his father. You're friends with Krilln, Videl, Piccolo, Vegeta (halfway), Bulma, Goku, Tien, Gohan, and others as well. You where present in Gohan's fight with Cell, so you've been around for a good while - But you've never really met Chi-Chi up until recently. (Maybe a year ago). Goten isn't here in this chapter :(( (Sorry!). This in during DBZ not dragon ball super.

Notes:

Kaiseki is a multi course traditonal japanese meal, and Tempura is fish, shellfish , or vegetables dipped in batter and fried. Also this is a not the same storyline as Gohan x Reader. This is a slow burn. Not too long or too short. Enjoy!

“Come in, Come in.”

You heard a tea kettle whistle as you walked through the door. Chi-Chi sat you down at the kitchen table and rustled through your hair. She found herself picking out leaves that had tangled in your hair, she got a bit distracted and the Tea kettle caught her off guard. “Tea?” She asked, walking over to it and you silently nodded. She didn’t see that but assumed you wanted some anyway. She poured the steaming water into two cups, it was green tea. “So what happened to you?” She placed down your cup in front of your hands and motioned to your appearance. You didn’t really know the environment too well and had tripped on - maybe a twig or some rocks - sending you through a bush. But luckily you did know Chi-Chi lived around here, Gohan had walked you over here before when you were injured. You hadn’t fallen last time, you were training with him. You silently drank a bit out your tea and burned the top of your lip a bit. “Well, you don’t have to tell me. But could you please be careful? Outside and Inside.” She looked at your lip as you tried to cover it with your hand. You nodded in agreement.

You managed to drink all of your tea without another burn to your lip. “I made Tempura,” Chi-Chi said, trying to get you to stay for a little while longer. As you had washed your cup and were beginning to leave again. “Gohan and Goku went fishing. Again. So I figured why not.” She had her back turned to you as she was drying a couple dishes. “You don’t have to be in such a hurry.” So you returned back to the kitchen table playing with your hands, you hadn’t said a word since you got here. Mainly because you didn’t know what to say, it wasn’t completely unheard of for you to not speak but Bulma did see it as rude sometimes.

Chi-Chi had grown used to your silence. But this time to you it was uncomfortable silence. Before long Chi-Chi returned back and placed a plate of Tempura in front of you. 4 pieces for you, and 4 for her. You wanted to ask if she had made any for Gohan, or Son Goku but you decided to silently eat. You tried not to rush your food, you liked to savor the taste. Chi-Chi was a good cook, and her food was delicious. You ate and then stood to wash your dish again, you felt odd intruding in her home without at least some way of saying thank you. “Ah, you don’t have to do that.” Chi-Chi came up behind you and stole the plate from your hand. It was a bit odd for her to do that, you always washed whatever plate or dish you used out of courtesy. “Well why not?” Chi-Chi jumped a bit at your voice, she - or any of your friends - hadn’t ever heard you speak before. You had only mumbled it, but you were being persistent. “Because you’re a guest” She responded back , she had set the dishes in the sink and turned to face you. “Exactly my point” You said reaching to grab it but she grabbed your hand before it even grazed the sink.

“No this is my home, and you are a guest.” She was awfully strong, almost crunched your wrist. Once she let you go you held your wrist in your left hand and nodded in slight compliance. You weren’t going to give up that quickly, so at dinner you would wash the dishes before she could even get to them. “Are you going to stay for dinner?” Chi-Chi asked. Perfect. You nodded and sat down in a kitchen chair. “If you want you could sit in the living room until the boys return home, I’ll start preparing. We’re having Kaiseki. I went to the market earlier.” You nodded but wondered why a multi course, that seems a bit out of proportion. Instead of sitting you looked out the window at the sunset, it was around 6:30 - 7pm. You shifted the curtain back and gazed at Chi-Chi. You decided she might need help. While you weren’t right you weren't wrong, she did need help but she was being stubborn about it. You ended up getting her to give into your help. The meal included an appetizer, Sashimi (which you cut) , cooked dishes of Chi-Chi's choice and a rice course. The desert was Jiggly Cheesecake, which you knew Gohan was a fan of.

You helped set the table as you heard Gohan and Goku come home. You could always tell which was walking in first. This time Goku walked in first, his footsteps were light. “Gee Chi-Chi what’s the occasion?” Son Goku did the dreaded hand behind his head thing, thinking he forgot an anniversary of some sort. “We have a guest” Chi-Chi motioned to you , and you nodded. Gohan came and gave you a hug; “Nice to see you again!” You let out a small chuckle and patted your friends back. “Well let's not just stand around! Let’s eat!” Chi-Chi said, as she sat down. Once Son Goku heard what desert was, he tried to race his son in an eating contest. It made you laugh to the point where you almost couldn’t eat anymore, Chi-Chi was delighted to see you smile. You felt at ease, at home even. Son Goku finished first, and Gohan followed behind him. You were next and Chi-Chi last. And just as you planned, once the boys had escorted themselves to their rooms you stood and rushed to the sink. “What did I tell you?” Chi-Chi said looking at you as she collected the glasses, you had only gotten the dishes. You washed around 3 out of the four plates before she grabbed your hand. “I told you that you’re a guest.” This time you weren’t going to give up so easily.

“A guest that owes you thanks.” You said clearly, making sure you didn’t mumble. It took her by surprise and bit; “Just let me adore you.” You said. You didn’t truly get what you meant by that but you knew you meant it. You turned back to the dishes and continued to wash them. “Will you at least let me dry them? I mean it is my house.” She also said not to back down either. You nodded in agreement and handed her each plate, and then each glass.

You didn’t truly want to return home, It had gotten dark. It was around 9 pm and the commute back home was at least an hour. But you felt as if you had overstayed your welcome. “Stay the night, I don’t want you getting hurt trying to go home.” Chi-Chi said almost as if she had read your mind. You nodded. Chi-Chi found some of Gohan's old clothes, they didn’t fit perfectly. Honestly a bit snug, but you did need something to sleep in. Chi-Chi put on some music, it was a soft tone. “My father said this was my mom’s favorite song” She said seeing you enjoy it. You grabbed her hand, “Did your mother like to dance?” You said. This time it was a mumble. “Well I don’t know, but if you’d ask me I wouldn’t decline.” You took that as a yes to your sly request and placed your hand on her hip, while she placed her hands around your neck. You slowly danced, gazing at her eyes. You did the forehead touch thing and she started to laugh and tighten her hold. You spun her around quickly but not too fast and placed her down on her feet. You danced until the record ended. You didn’t realize it was over until she pulled away with a slight smile on her face. You brushed her face gently. You weren’t that much taller than her, she was 5’4 and you were 5’8.

“So now that I know you’re capable of speaking, how about you tell me about yourself?” Chi-Chi said, sitting down on her couch. You have to admit, she probably didn’t know much about you. “What makes you think I’m so special?” You laughed like a giddy child and sat next to her. “Well it’s clear that my friends see you as interesting” she said, taking her hair down from a bun and leaving it in one pony tail - it reminded you of Videl. “Because I’m quiet and can fight.” You said in slight rebuttal, you weren’t truly quiet. No one paid attention when you spoke, leaving people like Bulma and Vegeta to see you as rude because of it.

“Well even if that is so, what did you mean earlier? ‘Let me adore you’” she quoted you and you blushed - or you felt like you did. “When you argue with me, It’s one of my favorite sounds. I just like..” You fell quiet. “No no , tell me.” She said encouraging you. “I like being around you, and your family. It feels like a slice of normality, Son Goku and Gohan and…” “And?” “Well you, you complete it.” You felt a bit embarrassed, but Chi-Chi just started to laugh. Not at you though, more or so at herself. “Well I’m glad you feel comfortable here, you remind me a lot of myself.” She caressed your face and planted a small kiss on your forehead. “Tomorrow, I’m going to see Bulma. Would you like to tag along?” You nodded and then spoke up; “Yes I would.” “Good, are you sure you want to sleep out here?” You remembered that you had refused the guest room. “I’m sure.” She rustled your hair and brought back a blanket and a pillow.

 

“Goodnight then” Chi-Chi turned off the lights in the living room and you laid thinking about that forehead kiss.

‘Goodnight.’ You smiled to yourself.

---

“Good Morning, sleepy head”

Chi-Chi woke you up gently, resting your head on her lap caressing your face. You grumbled and snuggled into her stomach wrapping your arms around her. You refused to get up, you also refused to let her go. “Well how can I make breakfast if you don’t let me go,” She softly touched your face again, moving some of your hair out of the way. Hearing breakfast you finally let go and rolled over. Son Goku and Gohan had already left this morning, to who knows where. It must've been at least 10 am, the sun was shining through a window straight onto your face. You hadn’t been gently woken up in a while, it felt refreshing. Speaking of refreshing, you definitely needed a shower.  

You rubbed your eyes as the smell of American flapjacks filled the air, you always heard from your friends who had been to America that they were delicious when made right. You had never gotten a chance to taste some for yourself, but what really woke you up was the realisation that you’d have to wash dishes again. You were still being stubborn about it and decided right away you would keep it up - whether Chi-Chi put up a fight or not. You were starving for breakfast but had absolute bug breath after a good night's sleep. You finally stood up and rubbed the crust out of your eyes - yawning and stretching. You joined Chi-Chi in the kitchen, but kept a fair distance: “Good morning, do you have a toothbrush I may use?” “Oh yes! I’m sorry I didn’t - Here” Chi-Chi handed you a brand new toothbrush and toothpaste and you found your way to the bathroom.

You washed out your mouth with some water before eating so it wouldn’t taste like pure mint. You sat down at the kitchen table and Chi-Chi sat a platter of 3 flapjacks and some Canadian bacon. “Did you sleep well? You seemed to be enjoying it when I woke you up.” She smiled a bit, you noticed her hair was down from her usual bun. It was in one braid with her bangs and a few stray hairs out. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t really realise” You said munching through your food, trying to still be respectful. “Oh don’t worry about it, but take smaller bites! I don’t want you to choke.” She said, scolding you. “Sorry” You mumbled. At this point you had completely dropped the silent thing around Chi-Chi, it was freeing. “Your hair has gotten longer, do you want it cut?” Chi-Chi asked as you finished your food not listening to her earlier advice. You shook your head no and stood up with your plate in hand. “No thank you” You replied. But you have to admit your hair was pretty long, it was almost down your back. “Well I could braid it for you, when Yamcha used to be around I would braid his hair - It was down to his feet.” She laughed a bit as you washed your plate and dried it.

“Sure that would be nice.” You replied. Chi-Chi finished up eating, too, which you washed and dried her plate as well. She went and sat down on the couch and you sat in between her legs on the floor. She picked up three pieces of your hair, sectioning all of it and crossed them over one another. She left some hair out in front of your face. But for now you had one loose braid similar to hers. “Done!” You leaned back and looked up at her,”Thank you Chi-Chi.” It had then dawned on you that you never used her name before. “You know, I’m not letting up about the dishes.” She said brushing hair out of your face. “Then I guess you’ll just have to angrily watch as I do them.” You said getting up to sit beside her. Which turned to you laying in her lap. “Don’t get too comfortable, we’re going to see Bulma soon.” You nodded and closed your eyes.  “Say, Before we leave - Could I borrow some soap and a towel?” you asked as you put one arm behind your head and the other on your stomach. “Sure, but may I ask why?” Chi-Chi responded, she wasn’t fully resonating the sentence. “For a shower..?” You said confused, opening your eyes a bit. “Oh!’ She laughed a bit, letting her shoulders roll. “Of course, if you’d-” “Ah sorry” You sat up so she could move. 

You took a shower and changed into some of Son Goku’s old clothes, Chi-Chi had found some from his teenage years. Which was surprising since you’ve only ever seen him in one outfit. They fit better than Gohan’s clothes, as Son Goku had more loose clothing. You stepped out of the bathroom, you tried to leave it as neat as possible.  You didn’t fully dry off because you didn’t want to waste Chi-Chi’s time. You felt like you had already wasted enough of her time, and you knew how Bulma could be also. You dressed quickly and washed your face again. Even though you tried to seem as put together as possible it was quite obvious you had rushed. Or at least it was to Chi-Chi. She giggled at your hurried expression and said “Come here” as she opened her arms. You walked towards her and she fixed the little strands of your hair and straightened your shirt. You smile and press your forehead to hers, again you weren’t that much taller. “Thank you” You mumbled a bit. She caressed your face, “C’mon, Bulma is probably fuming by now” and the commute to the Briefs household was much longer than the one home. Son Goku had never gotten his driver's lisence. Although Krillin promised to teach you how to fly, he never did - he never had time. So you two were stuck walking, not that you minded. You got to walk with Chi-Chi. You put your shoes on, you didn’t notice you had left them at the door. You both left, She locked the door behind you and walked at a steady pace beside you. You had your hands in your pocket. 

“Whoops-” Chi-Chi said almost falling over some rocks, the land around her house was dangerous in some way. But you grabbed her bridal style before she could even fall. “You ok?” you asked and “yes, you can put me down now.” She said stubbornly and you obliged. “Thank you.” She said, dusting herself off.

 “I could’ve sworn you were the one telling me to be careful” You teased her. 

“Oh hush.”

“Yes Ma’am.” You playfully saluted.

Chapter 7: Harry Obsorn x Reader

Summary:

This Takes place in between Spider-Man 2 (2004) and Spider-Man 3 (2007). When Peter Parker gets infected with Venom and acts like a piece of shit lol. You had been dating him for almost a year - and knew Mary Jane very well and Harry Obsorn. Peter starts to slip up in his actions and.. well read the chapter. Also Harry acts more like TASM(2014) Harry here because it fits. All of you are over 21.

Notes:

Happy Juneteenth to all my fellow AA Creators!
This will be contuined, Enjoy some Angst. (Didn't mention this but Harry's father is dead and he owns Oscorp hence why he acts like TASM(2014)'s Harry.)

“Good Night MJ.”

Peter had been different lately, his awkward words clung together every time he opened his mouth. His eyes could barely meet your gaze, that is whenever he was around. You understood him being Spider-man and the whole “I have to save New York City”, and all the other hero one liners he’d spoon fed you. But he wasn't out being spiderman, because Spiderman wouldn’t have come back laced in women’s perfume. Spider-man wouldn’t have missed your 22nd birthday only to come back to his shitty apartment drunk. His suit had been deteriorating each and every time you saw it. Peter would usually fix the rips and tears his battles would leave, but there were about 2 holes torn open that hadn’t been touched in weeks. His suit was Pitch black as well. You hadn’t heard from Peter in a while, unless it was second hand. You heard from Harry he was losing his mind, You heard from May that she was worried about his poor soul. But similar to Peter, Mary Jane couldn’t reach your gaze when you saw her in her backyard. “MJ! Have you heard from Peter? He hasn’t returned my calls and–” MJ looked like she had seen a ghost.

she couldn’t give a straight answer that wouldn’t cling together like a bad guitar melody. Her engagement ring was gone. You noticed it as she brushed her hair out of her light salmon colored face. She was getting married to a — you couldn't remember the name of the guy but according to her he was a real dream. You didn’t bother to ask where it had gone, by the time your long dragged on conversation had ended you just wanted to go home and pretend you never even met her.

You didn’t have the will power to ask her if something was going on between them, in fact you didn’t deem it necessary. You would look crazy if you accused his childhood best friend of being with him - you’re the new one. You didn’t know Peter for over 23 years, you met him only two years ago. But still her face made your stomach turn, and Peter lying through his teeth made the wound so much deeper. But that night, two nights after your birthday - when you found him a mess in his apartment. Clothes everywhere, the broken glass, his suit barely even put away. You pitted him, The Daily Bulge wasn’t exactly making his life easier. You brushed his forehead- tenderly touching scabs left. “Get some sleep Peter.”

“Good Night,
MJ.”

Every morning you got up for work. You gazed at the news. Received a newspaper from The Daily Bulge about Spider-Man and his lovely achievements. You rode the bus. You worked 8 am till 4 pm. You rode the bus. You went home. You rolled over into bed, and slept away every worry you ever had about Peter Parker. But Tonight you heard a knock at your window at around 1 am. You groaned and rolled over, placing your pillow around your ears. The knock got louder, until you sat up and looked at your window. The blinds were closed but light peaked through them, you saw the figure of a man. You knew it was the one and only, Spider-Man. New York's Hero. You begrudgingly stood up, holding onto the side of your bed and walked to your window. Pulling the cord down, and raising them up. There stood boy wonder perched on your window sill. He smiled at you, like an idiot. And like an Idiot you unlocked the window and pushed it up. Peter stepped in slowly and gazed at you. He wasn’t wearing his suit, he was wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt - his glasses still on. He reached for you, and pulled you in. “Hi,” You didn’t respond back to him. Peter kissed you - You didn’t kiss back, but you didn’t pull away. “Can I stay the night? Mar-” He had almost called you Mary Jane. You were sure of it this time.

You cut him off, “ You could’ve asked without waking me up in the middle of the night.” You pulled away then, and made your way back to your Queen sized bed. “Make yourself at home,” You grumbled before rolling over to face the wall. You heard your window close, and Him struggle with the blinds for a few minutes before hearing him walk to the living room. Somehow he got the memo that you didn’t want his touch. Peter’s hollow eyes burned a memory in your head, he had eye bags and his voice was hoarse like he had been crying. His lips were dry and every time he spoke he waited for your response. What was that about? It slipped your mind as you began to fall asleep, you had work in the morning.

You woke up to start the routine, and he was gone. He had not left anything except for messing up your blinds. You weren't disappointed, but you weren’t relieved. You wished you could turn him back into a stranger, you barely even knew him as is. Your work had been slipping, you couldn’t focus on it, not while the sting of Mary Jane’s perfume burned into your head, Burned into your nostrils. Her missing ring, Her missing wedding date. You worked at Oscorp, The 1st floor. You’d mix up files, and snap at co-workers, you barely even recognized yourself when you came home. You were Thankful you worked for Harry Osborn, he took it easy on you - because something was eating at him too. You were called to a meeting, which was honestly strange considering the first floor is only about organization of the big stuff. You seated yourself very close to Harry’s assigned seat. Near the big glass pane windows. “That’s my seat.” An older bald man said rudely to you. “Huh?” You didn’t hear him for a second. “I said -” Harry walked in before he could raise his voice. “Is there a problem, Harold?” You took note of the man's name. He sat down somewhere else, and Harry sat down. Truthfully, You found yourself gazing at the people of New York instead of listening. The meeting was hosted on the third floor, so the people didn't look too much like ant’s. You could make out features of them, you happened to gaze a little too far to the left, and one of those ant’s really looked like Peter. And The woman he was kissing looked a little bit too much like Mary Jane. Your stomach sank, you almost threw up - “Excuse me, I’m really sorry but I have to go” You said hastily. Before leaving you gazed through the window again, this time you got a clearer look. It was them, and all of a sudden your sight got blurry. Swiftly walking out of the meeting turned to running through the hallways. Not stopping as elevators wouldn't open fast enough to enclose the floodgates about bursting open. The back of your throat stung, You ran into a storage closet. Burying yourself between a mop and broom. You couldn’t even get 3 minutes of crying out before your tears ran dry, I mean you had known for months. Everyone had known for months. It made a lot more sense now, him calling you MJ should've given it away but you gave him chances. He must've stayed at your place because they had a falling out. His apartment was in shambles because he was never home. Not because he’s Spider-Man. But Because he’s in love with her, spending every night with her. You were a distraction from his depression while MJ was the reassurance. It was almost like your tears evaporated into fumes. He only called you when he was drunk, you were just a distraction.

The more you think about it, he was more cocky than depressed. After that suit change.. He changed. Everything he stood for washed away and was overcome by the pitch blackness of his suit.

“Uh Hello?” Someone spoke through the other side of the closet door. You recognized it - Harry Obsorn. “Can I come in?” He pressed against the door. “You might as well” You responded standing up as the door opened. “Did I say something that upset you that bad? I mean I was only talking about our stocks, I had included you so you could get some air from your desk.” He shifted his weight and closed the closet door. His fluffy brown hair reflected and bounced back the dim light from the closet lightbulb. “Thank you for your efforts Mr. Osborn-” “Harry.” “Yes, Harry. It wasn’t your fault or the meeting, a lot has been on my mind lately.” “I see,” He said, tilting his head in endearment. You noticed scars on his neck leading to his chest. They reminded you of Peters. When he comes home half dead from his hour long fights. Endless fights. “Is it about Peter?” The man of the hour, his name slipped from Harry’s dry lips. “I think it's more than Peter, I’d prefer not to speak on this.. At least not while at work.” “I’ll respect your wishes, frankly I don’t want to know if it's about Peter. Or Mary Jane..” He whispered the last part under his breath as he opened the closet door. “Come, let’s at least get out of this dingy closet. It looks like we were having sex.” He handed you a tissue for the remnants of your breakdown now shown bright in the light of the hallway. You wiped your face and sucked in your snot, fixed your shirt and stepped out of the closet. “You know you caused quite a scene back there, I had to let Harold take over and we both know how that would end.” You softly chuckled, but truthfully didn’t know how that would end. You’ve never been to a meeting like that. “Well no I don’t” You said. “Oh, right. Say would you like a tour of Oscorp. I fear this is the highest floor you’ve been to.” He said walking in front of you towards the elevators. “Yes, I would.” You speed walked to catch up.

He took you on every floor, the last one was the 25th floor. His Office. The whole thing was mainly covered in large glass panes. You could see all of New York City, Or at least Manhattan. He closed the big marble doors with a remote and shaded the automatic blinds by just a bit. His desk has a glass top as well, everything was a bit too neat. “Truthfully I haven’t been up here in months, I’m barely here these days.” he laughed awkwardly to soothe your thoughts, “Do you drink?” He asked as he walked to a built in liquor pallor towards the side. It didn't really seem that professional. “Not as often as I- Oh are you asking me if I want a drink?” He nodded. “Then yes,” You responded, this seemed strange. Yes you and Harry were friends outside of work, and knew each other through peter. But he had never given you special treatment like this before. He poured you a glass of wine, as well as himself. It was Red wine. Harry sat down at his desk and you took your glass and sat in front of his desk. You took a sip, and then your mind couldn’t hold back anymore. “Is this out of Pity?” He looked surprised at your remark.

“Is what out of pity?” “This. The tour, the meeting, the closet-” ''well I couldn’t have exactly made a whole closet just for you in 6 seconds.” He said laughing. “Harry, I’m serious” “I see you're no longer shy with calling me by my name at work.” “Did you know?” “That Peter Parker was infatuated with Mary Jane? Or that they’ve been seeing each other since Mary Jane’s failed wedding day?” He sipped his wine calmly, as your expression drew conflicted. “I can keep going if you’d like.” “No, No that’s enough.” You began to stand, “so you knew and didn’t-” “do anything?” He cut you off. “I let you take Harold’s seat for a reason.” He took a larger sip of his wine. “Peter takes Mary Jane there everyday at 3 pm. I don’t know if I realized it but I’ve seen them. All while you wasted away at that desk. I wanted you to see it too.” Your throat stung again. “Tell me about MJ’s wedding day, what happened that day to make them.. Do this?” You sighed. Harry began, Mary Jane was deeply unhappy with marrying The Clark Kent of our world. She ran off to his apartment . Professing their love to each other. Harry stood and walked towards the window opening the automatic blinds. You followed after him and stood beside him with your arms crossed. “How do you know this..?” “Peter talks in his sleep, he stayed over to avoid seeing you afterwards - at first I thought it was all gibberish but then I heard it. The sorrowful begging. It’s eating him alive.”

“It’s eating you Alive.” He looked you directly in the face.

“Tell me something Harry, why’d you wait so long to tell me? Don’t you think that's sadistic..”

“What are you not getting - I wanted you to see for yourself. I thought he would've fessed up yesterday when I sent him to your apartment after basically kicking him out of mine.” Harry looked at you. “Don’t bite the messenger.”

Even in your anger this felt scandalous, like some boring soap opera where the main character becomes hateable after acting out of spite. Harry was inches away from you, and Peter was long gone with MJ. The doors were closed, the blinds barely opened. You wanted a taste of Victory.

But not like this.

Chapter 8: Shaggy x Plus-Sized! Reader (Request)

Summary:

A quick one-shot between a plus-sized reader and Shaggy. Reader can't sleep but fear not Shaggy's here lol..
(Matthew Lillard's shaggy)
Your both graduates

“Tonight I’m standing in front of coolsville high, where seven teenagers seemingly vanished from their Friday volleyball game.” The Tv was the only thing lighting up the basement. Shaggy had done his best to throw some things together down there after his parents kicked him out of the main house. So this dingy basement was his room, technically your room too. You’ve been crashing at his place for a couple of nights turned weeks. You had gotten into a fight with your dad, and your mum didn’t seem to back you up. You didn’t even remember the details now, but you know you said some harsh things. You ended up walking to Shag’s place at 4 am on a school day, but he warmly welcomed you in. ‘Like Mi Casa, er… You Casa.’ He said when you down-plopped onto his broken-down couch.

In the faint blue light of the Tv you could see Scooby Doo’s chest rising and falling, he had restlessly tossed himself on the foot of the bed about roughly an hour ago. It had to be around 2 am now. Since you were Shaggy’s girlfriend you were almost indoctrinated into the Mystery solving business with all of his pals, but that was history now. You had been friends with the gang for what seemed like forever, it had only been two years though. Your newest sleepless mission was trying to find out more about the disappearance of those seven girls. It bothered you how it was only those seven, but not the whole team. You clicked your pen in your mouth, chewing on a bit before tasting sour ink. “eugh.” You sighed closing your notebook. Your eyes had begun to burn due to the lack of light, and drawing scribbles around each of their names wasn’t doing you any favors. You heard the bathroom door open as new surge of bright yellow hue surged into the room. Out walked a drenched after-shower Shaggy, one towel wrapped around his waist and another around his hair. Both towels used to be just one but he messily cut them into two after realizing you’d need a towel too. But neither of them would do you any favors.

“Can’t sleep?” He said, his voice raspy as per usual. “I was just about to lay down actually.” “Nah, you weren’t.” “I wasn’t.” You both burst out into laughter, he seemed to know you so well. You both continued to heave and wheeze before you both grew silent. He leaned in to kiss you but pulled away and gagged at the pen ink. “yuck.” he mouthed to you. “I know!” You said out loud, pulling him in for a kiss - this time he didn’t pull away from you. He instead held your back and traced the letters on your “coolsville high - 02” hoodie. It dawned on you that you had forgotten to change from earlier. Shaggy watched your face scrunch up as he pulled away, you felt terrible wearing outside clothes on his bed. But he didn’t see a difference. You had forgotten to change once you got home from a long day of dead ends with the gang. “Like, you gonna get changed?” He asked, his head slightly tilted as he ruffled his wet hair with the towel he had. He had picked up on your slight discomfort as he sat down next to you. You were sitting on your knees. “I should go do that,” You respond late to him, you still manage to feel flustered around him but you had been dating since junior year. Finally, you managed to grab some of your common sense and scurry off to the bathroom under the stairs.

While you went to clean the pen ink from your tongue and get changed, he got dressed. Sometimes you felt the Silk pajama set he’d wear to be was a bit too fancy, sometimes you even felt underdressed, but he said ‘Like, This is a complete necessity. It’s like important to the functionals of me, Man.’ and you’d just nod along. You changed your clothes into a tank top and some shorts, it was kind of muggy in his room but he didn’t seem to notice. Shaggy had offered to lend you some clothes when you first showed up but you had always been on the bigger side so none of his clothes would fit your curves. You had thanked him for the offer though, sometimes he just seemed to forget you were plus-sized even though he was always looking at you. You both laid down on his mattress, the box spring broke a week before you showed up, and looked up at his slanted ceiling. His bed was towards the farther part of the basement, the part that was supposed to be a garage. “Uh, You alright?” He said glancing at you nervously before you started giggling. “Never been better.” You snuggled into his side while he snaked one of his lanky arms around your back to hold your waist. He rummaged for the remote under the two of you for a second before clicking the Tv off.

Notes:

This was a request a couple months ago but I had EXTREME writers block. Sorry for any typo's or stupid errors.. it's pretty late nd my Grammarly is messing up.

@mathewlilardlover

Chapter 9: Bulma Head-Cannons | (N)SFW

Summary:

read it..

Notes:

I’m only posting this cause my partner told me too

• Bulma is the type to show you off anytime that she can, you're like a prize. 
• She’s a spoiled rich girl so at times she does expect you to break your back for her, anything she wants all the time everyday. 
• She’s heavy on praise. Mainly about herself but some for you too.
• A Lot of her stuck up act is just deflection , she’s just hurt on the inside and sometimes needs a shoulder to cry on. 
• She can easily buy you anything you want, even if you say no - sometimes it’s her way of saying ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m sorry, I was wrong but won’t admit it.’ 

• She’s not really for one night stands, she’s only ever had one after Yamcha cheated. Wasn’t truly enjoyable.
• She’s definitely all for having someone worship her all day long, I mean she doesn't get it from Vegeta. 
• Bulma has a secret love for threesomes, never speaks about it and never will. (I say this because she could probably have anyone she wanted, whenever she wanted. Why not two?)
• She’s definitely caring and nurturing..in her own way. Not exactly like Chi-Chi , Bulma can’t really..cook..she’s never had too for herself. But if it comes down to clothes or buying said food she’s got you covered. Or even hiring someone to fix your problems for you! Or having Goku solve it for you. (50/50)
• Vegeta listens to eminem and it bugs her like crazy. 
• She’ll edge you just to hear you beg, although  calling her a pet name would make her  a bit disgusted. 
• Public play is a no. 

Chapter 10: Krillin x Reader

Summary:

You’re into to short bald man. (It’s 1 am)

Notes:

This is two years old I’m sorry if it’s bad. It’s also very short.

You had been staying with Bulma and her loudmouth husband,Vegeta, for a while now. It had been at least a couple months, Bulma was an old highschool friend. You two had drifted away after you left home to begin training - in complete solitude. But now years have passed , and you soon approach your late twenties - so why not come home. Coming home didn’t stunt your training though, especially with the ‘prince of saiyans' needing a punching bag. Training with him became frequent, and with that courtesy you met his foes. They seemed more like friends though. All with their own complicated history with each other. You met Goku, Tien, Piccolo , the wretched Yamcha , Chi-Chi , her wonderful son Gohan, Master Roshi, and Krillin. Something about Krillin caught your eye. At first he seemed like more of a coward than anything else, but after a while you could see his ambitions. He was a diligent man, a strong fighter and a real comedian. You admired his strength , He was always training to become better - of course He knew he’d never surpass Goku. being a regular Human and all - but he had some type of perseverance to him. Bulma picked up on your little crush, from the way you’d look at the bald headed fighter to the tone of voice you’d use. To be honest, everyone picked up on it - except for Krillin , even Gohan.

“Oh I get it! You like Krillin don’t you?” Gohan spoke, Krillin had just left the room and your body language was readable. “Gohan!” Chi-Chi spoke up trying to hush the boy before you could get embarrassed, but you let it roll off your shoulders. “Yeah I guess you could say that.” Bulma snorted, she saw you as naive when it came to him.
“Well if you like him why don’t you say something” Goku, much like his son, was baffled at the matter - but unfortunately it wasn’t that easy. You thought about just telling him, but also faced the thought of rejection. Gohan and Goku were both dumbfounded as romance eluded them. Goku was supposed to be training with Vegeta - Gohan wanted to watch, and Krillin had tagged along while Chi - Chi was there for Bulma.
Later Gohan, Goku , and Vegeta went off to train - Chi-Chi and Bulma were outside with Bulma’s mother. Leaving you and Krillin inside, He was flipping through channels enjoying the AC. You sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch. He had caught you glancing towards him a couple times. “So, how long have you known Bulma?” He was trying to make conversation - maybe he felt awkward. “Ah, since freshman year, I was basically like a sidekick to her ..or I thought so. She saw me as more than that though.” Your body language relaxed a bit. “Goku introduced me to her-” “Really? I mean you don’t seem close so i guess it's believable” “Yeah , Goku’s known her for the longest - like before she even dated yamcha” you paused - “She dated Yamcha?!”

You had always known Krillin was funny, but it felt so different one on one - he was easy to talk to - you didn’t feel out of place for once. And for a second you two did the cliche look into each other's eyes. His were kind of blank but still fun to look at. “Krillin,” you began to speak with no real intention of finishing the sentence - Krillin leaned up a bit. He was shorter than you after all, he was maybe 5’0 while you stood at 5’10. He kissed you. And he didn’t stop.

You hadn’t realized how long it had been until you heard people walk in - neither you or krillin cared enough to look up. “Krillin!”You heard Goku exclaim while Chi-Chi turned Gohan away from the scene. Krillin was shirtless on top of you , while your T-shirt and cargo pants stayed on but slipped off in a way. “Oh My God-” Bulma gasped while Vegeta began to laugh. “Oh hey guys -” Krillin sat up and moved off you while you fixed your shirt and stood. Krillin looked embarrassed - “Finally!” Bulma exclaimed - “It was taking you two ages!.” Apparently everyone knew Krillin had a thing for you two.

Chapter 11: Future! Trunks x Reader

Summary:

lots and lots of questions, very few answers.

      ‘Does it always rain this hard here?’

  You wondered to yourself.  It had been raining seemingly all week, at first it was light drizzles, on and off heavy rain, and few rainbows here and there but now it’s just non-stop dreary rain. It was making you sick, staying indoors all day, no new adventure, it seemed like even the low-life villains crawling around were scared of the weather. And the worst thing about it, all of your friends were sick or coming down with something. Gohan, Tien, Krillin, Videl. Listing them like this in your head made you realize just how truly boring your circle was. Gohan and Videl obviously had a thing for each other, and would be inseparable whenever they were together. That is, if Gohan wasn’t up to his neck in new training techniques. Tien and Krillin were both adults, so it felt a bit strange to hang out with them. You were an adult too, freshly 18, but they were real time adults. Like  almost-40-years-old-adults.  The thought made you shudder, or maybe it was the cold breeze from the broken window you never found time to fix. On boring days like this you would visit Chi-Chi and help her clean up a bit, maybe even take Gohan fishing. Train with Goku, Argue with Vegeta, go shopping with Bulma. Anything would be better than this! Recently it felt like everyone you knew had been busy, even before the rain and sickness. And no one would tell you why or what was going on. Granted, they weren’t entitled to. It’s not like you were Goku’s child, but you were a close enough friend to at least know something. Well, you did know something. Something about androids. Or killer androids, or androids being killed. You weren’t completely sure, you only knew about this because you had ease-dropped on a conversation between Chi-Chi and Bulma. It was one of those times where you decided to visit to say hi, and you picked up the landline at the wrong time.  

“I swear Chi-Chi, the boy said it himself.” Bulma said in a hushed whisper on the other line.   “But androids? Doesn’t that seem a bit too sci-fyey to be real?” It almost sounded like Chi-Chi was scolding her, like how a mom would with a child with too much imagination. Sounded identical to her little chats with Gohan. ‘What boy?’ You couldn’t help but think to yourself. ‘What boy could she be talking about?’ If it was Goku, she would have said Goku, or anyone else that you knew for that matter. She could've used a name, ‘why didn’t she use a name?’ Now that you had been reminded of the conversation you  couldn’t help but ponder as the rain seemed to come down much, much harder. Was it someone you knew? Or someone completely new? 

“It was so weird Chi, He knew everything that had happened in the past couple months without us telling him a single word! And plus, He had purple hair.” Bulma ignored Chi-Chi’s snarky response. “I’ve never seen anyone around here with natural purple hair!” Chi-Chi said  in disbelief. 

 

“Because he wasn’t from here. He was from the future.” 

        You snapped out of the conversation, it happened days ago and it also wasn’t any of your business. But it intrigued you. A boy with purple hair, from the future?! And no-one told you?! Where in the future could he have been from, did he know about you? How will your future come out? If a new episode of power-rangers would be released this week or next week? So many possibilities, but so little answers. You had never even met this purple haired mystery-man, you weren’t even supposed to know about him, he could be 7, or 37 for all you knew. Which made you feel a bit gross.  “Purpled haired mystery man.” You spoke quietly to yourself entertaining the silly idea. You heard a crack of lighting which caused you to jolt a little bit. The air was crisp, even though it was supposed to be summer time. You hadn’t recalled a storm like this last time you were at work. You were the camera-person for one of those weather/news companies, you heard the forecast at least twelve times a week, but no matter how many times you heard it you couldn’t remember hearing of a rain storm this bad. The house swayed a tad bit due to the harsh amounts of wind, if you hadn’t been checking the time constantly you would’ve thought it was 1 am in the morning. It was only 2 pm.  Another crack of lighting coursed through the sky, this time prompting you to turn off all electric appliances that had been on. You weren’t superstitious, but your mom had always told you to turn off the TV and the lights when the rain started to come down a bit too hard. That’s the one thing you up-held too while living alone. You sat on one of the futons you had bought in replacement for a couch. Furniture wasn’t cheap. You figured if you waited a while the storm would pass, but for now you watched the wind rise through the trees as you peered out the window. This time the sound of thunder crashed through your home, was Goku fighting someone up in the clouds? Couldn’t be, you would’ve known. A few seconds of silence followed, nothing but rain and swishing tree’s could be heard. Until you heard a soft knock at the door. You hoped for it to be one of your friends seeking refuge at your house, or maybe the mail-man who just happened to fight his way through the storm just to hand off your mail, maybe even a crazy mad man to whisk you away prompting your friends to come find you. There was another knock at the door, this time a bit louder - more impatient. You shuffled to the door and opened it, and with another crack of lighting you saw his figure waiting there, drenched. The mysterious purple haired man. You didn’t say anything, you just stood there with the rain pouring into your front entryway. He didn’t say anything either, maybe he had the wrong house. 

“You’re… ” The sound of thunder drowned out his voice. “...Right?”

So he was looking for someone, but you just didn’t know who. “Yes, uh.. Yes I am.” You spat out an answer as quickly as possible. What if he was crazy? What if he was here to kill you? What if.. 

“Can I come in?” He sounded so polite, so gentle. You noticed he was shivering, yes he was taller than you but in this scenario he seemed so small.

“Right, yes.. Right, uh Come in.” Why did you say that so many times? He walked in timidly, and took off his shoes at the entrance. It was almost pitch black in your home, due to the storm and all the electricity being off. You didn’t know whether to scramble to find a light switch or to watch him closely. What did he want from you? Why did he come to you instead of one of your friends? Why do you ask so many questions? 

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, My name is Trunks.” His voice sounded unsure, maybe because it was too dark to see anything. 

You flipped on the light switch in your kitchen and got a good look at him. His hair looked like a dark purple, mainly because it was wet. It was long too, past his shoulders. He had on a cropped jacket, that was also drenched - the color very similar to his hair. Cargo pants held up by a golden belt and a sword strapped to his back. He looked fresh out of Terminator. His facial structure looked so familiar to you, but that could be because everybody looked almost the same out here. 

“Uh,” he spoke again, you had never responded to him the first time. 

“Oh, uh thanks.” You internally face palmed, that’s the best you could do? “Do you uh.. Do you want to take off your jacket? Or uhm, Do you want some tea?” You couldn’t offer him hot chocolate because you didn’t have too, it was supposed to be the middle of summer. All he did was silently nod and take off first his sword, and then his jacket. He held them both out for you to take. You still weren’t exactly thrilled about leaving him by himself, but the closet was a bit further down the hall. You took a hanger from the closet and hung up his jacket in the bathroom due to it being dripping wet. You weren't sure what to do with the sword so you left it in the closet and hoped it didn’t slash any of your clothes. When you returned he was sitting at your kitchen table, the chair was a bit too small for him. “Are you okay?” You spoke without thinking, he looked so ashamed almost. He nodded once again. You weren’t sure what to do, you had this mysterious man in your kitchen, and you couldn’t figure out the right thing to do. Maybe it was time to make some tea, so you started pouring water into your kettle. “Are you really from the future?” You blurted out once again without thinking. 

“How’d you know?” His answer was savory, he wasn’t mad at all. 

“Bulma.” 

“Sounds like.. Her.” It felt like he had changed the last word of his sentence. But you didn’t say anything, once again it was none of your business in the first place. 

“Are there really killer androids?” Your curiosity was getting the best of you. 

“Yes, but they aren’t here yet. Don’t worry.”  He spoke with confidence this time, as if something had sparked a flame in him. “That’s not why I’m here this time, though. ” 

You set the kettle down and turned up the fire, you chose to ignore his last remark. Wasn’t any of your business, you reminded yourself. “ Would you like a change of clothes.. Uh, Trunks?” You shifted your gaze away from him, you hadn’t even noticed you were looking at him until your eyes met his. He shook his head no. 

“No, I won’t be here for that long.”

  That statement confused you, you had just put his coat away. You sat across from him and fumbled with your fingers for a while. You weren’t sure if you should've asked why or just left it alone. But before you could inquire about it, the tea kettle started to whistle for your attention.  You got up to pour him a cup of green tea. 

“I didn’t think green tea was your thing.” He knew you? Of course, he did. He’s from the future. But what did he know about you? Why did he know you? How did he know you enough to know what kind of tea you liked? 

 

“Huh?” You swiveled around trying your hardest to keep the cup firmly in your hand although it burned just a tad bit. 

“I just thought you were more into herbal teas rather than just green.” 

You were more into herbs, but you ran out a couple days ago and the weather had been stumping you from getting to the store. 

“I guess I had someone else in mind.” 

“No, no you’re right. But how did you know that about me?” 

“I feel like we’ve done this before.” You felt chills through your spine, and got a sense of deja-vu. Have you done this before? You handed him his cup, and leaned against your counter. 

“That doesn’t answer my question.” 

“I don’t know if you want an answer to your question,” He took a sip, you hadn’t poured a lot so it would be easy for him to finish. 

“How much do you know about me, Trunks?” 

“A-lot.” 

Suddenly the rain outside felt just a tad bit heavier, and the room filled with a pregnant pause. Before you knew it, he had finished his drink. 

“Could I have my sword back?” He wasn’t being snarky, but it let you know he was leaving soon. You nodded and went to the closet, handing it back to him. The idea dawned on you to also grab his jacket so he wouldn’t have to ask twice. But when you returned with his garment, he was gone. All that was left was his empty tea cup, and a half wet note. It looked like the back of a receipt for a store you had never heard of. He must've had it pre-written. 

‘Had to go. You’ll see me again.’ 

And just like that he left you with more questions, rather than answers. You held his jacket to your chest for a second, not sure what to do with it. 

“See you soon, mystery man.”

Chapter 12: Josh Washington x Reader

Summary:

You and Josh go out onto the lodge for a smoke sesh (short one shot)

Notes:

Hi guys, this was originally a tumblr request head canon from an Anon but I figured you guys would enjoy it too since its short and sweet. Have a good one everyone!

Josh smokes often.. not too often, just often enough that he always has a lighter and maybe a cone to help speed up the rolling process. Although he usually would have his blunts pre-rolled. (Rich boy favor) You’ve always felt that Josh’s smoking felt almost secretive, everyone knows of course, but it still feels hidden. The only person he really ever smokes with is Chris.. which is why he’s a bit surprised when you ask him to join you on the lodge deck to smoke. In the middle of the night at that! Late night blunts never seemed like a you thing, at least that’s what he thought.

He was even more oh so surprised when he saw you.. fumbling around with the papers, and when after three centuries you finally did roll, you were barely able to get a light going. The whole ordeal causes him to erupt in laughter, not necessarily at you, more with you. “Here.” He gestures his hand for your Frankenstein joint and while you’d protest on not needing any help — he’d take it from your hands and within seconds would make a seemingly perfect pre roll.

“You were saying?” He glanced at you with a smug gesture, eyebrows creasing as he was almost way too confident in himself. You rolled your eyes playfully, and he handed it back to you.

You nervously fidgeted with it between your pointer and index finger, and then slowly brought the lighter up to where you think you should light it at. You heard him shift closer to you, both standing out in the cold leaning up against the bannister. He brought his hand to yours, flipped the joint the right way, and guided your hand up with the lighter.

“And voilà!” He stepped back and gave you a fake applause, before he noticed your hesitance again. “You’ve never smoked before, have you?” A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Here, watch and learn.” He lifted it from your hands and drew it to his lips, inhaling. One, two, three, four. Exhaling. He handed it back to you.

“Inhale, exhale. Like how Jess and her vapes.” He gently pushed your arm before handing it back to you. You brought it to your lips, followed his instructions and felt your eyes get a little bit heavier than usual.

“Nice, babies first smoke.” he said as you passed it back to him, his eyes trailing into the forest while he took another pull. The burnt embers of the paper fluttered into the sky and blended into the slowly falling snow. Comfortable silence setting in between the two of you.

Chapter 13: Drunk!Josh Washington x Reader

Summary:

Another request: Haiii how ya doing Got anything for drunk reader saying how pretty josh is and complementing him on something stupid

Notes:

Ngl I’m really liking writing about Josh rn guys.. anyways here’s another request from tumblr I uploaded here. Enjoy as always… baiiii

“You're sooo… pretty” you slurred in awe, face flushing as he furrowed his eyebrows at your remark.

 

This wasn’t your first time drinking, definitely wasn’t your last either. In fact you had gotten drunk a couple times to know your limit pretty well, but tonight you ignored your warning signs and slurring sentences chugging beer after beer, cheap wine shots, some Smirnoff Jess managed to wrangle out of her parents. You had done waaayyyy too much, to the point where Sam had cut you off. “Unh uh, you’re cut for the night partner.” She said to you with a light girlish giggle trailing behind her words. You were a few more sips from being blackout drunk.

 

All the drinking games Mike insisted on playing, the mix of light and dark liquor, all your friends getting along for once.. getting drunk tonight was a rite of passage. Or at least it was, now that you’re giggling at everything it’s clear the night has run its course. Which is exactly why it made sense to call in for the night early. 

 

“C’mon” Josh grunted as he pulled you up with one arm and began to try and guide you to your feet. The two of you were the last ones in the lodge living room actually, everyone else had strayed away to whatever room Josh had shown them too when the sun was still visible. 

 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I can do it myself Josh.” You playfully pushed him away and fell back onto the couch, letting all your dead weight sink into it. “I don’t need your help.” You turned your head away from him disapprovingly. 

 

Josh, who was also a bit drunk himself,  smirked at you. The same way he did when he managed to get three straight shots while playing beer pong, the same smirk that made you flush when you met eyes only to have your gaze quickly averted by Chris’ over top cheering. “Alright alright Cochise.” He hushed the applause as ‘humbly’ as possible, all the while never  taking his eyes off you. 

 

“Cmon girl,” he huffed, pulling you the wrist again, this time managing to get you standing. “I didn’t know you got down like this, totally out of character for you.” He coaxed as you leaned your full body into his chest. His arms, which you always admired for how toned they appeared even with little to no working out,  held you up firmly — tightly.  

 

You looked up from your drunken haze, losing yourself in his eyes. They were almost reminiscent of two mirrors with the way you could see yourself haphazardly standing against him in their reflection.

 

Then you said it..  “You're sooo… pretty” The words came out slurred, and bunched together. When the realization finally set in of what you’d said, and whom you said it too .. your face flushed. He furrowed his eyebrows at your remark, “yeah, really?” he placed his hand against the nook of your back right above your waistband. 

 

“You think I’m purrtyyy” he exaggerated, followed by a poorly done school girl-esque laugh. There he goes. 

 

“I think you’re fucking hot.” You said with little to no hesitation, that was the heat of the liquor talking — bubbling up in your throat. False confidence consumed you, “I think you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever knownnn.” You blinked at him like a doe-eyed deer and trailed your finger across his chest.  

 

“You’re the hottest man alive.” 

“That’s definitely the drinks talking.” He said, “I think you’re pretty smokin’ too.” There was a little hiccup following his words, causing you both to grin at each other like children. 

 

“Is that all you think of me?” Josh brushed the side of your face with his free hand while the other trailed circles in your back. 

 

“Don’t get a big head.” You said, shaking your head and rested it against his chest. 

 

“Too late.” He searched your face, waiting for another compliment for his ego — but before you could think of one your lips were hovering over his. You stood on your tippy toes, head tilted up ever so slightly to be at eye level and you waited. You waited for the drunk confidence to rush back in, to give you the strength to pull your lips into his. Too taste him, and all the drinks and junk food. 

 

He pushed you closer by your back, your synching heart beating seemingly filling the silent lodge living room. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed your lips softly against his. Attempting to mask your immense desire that had seemingly built up over the course of the night. 

 

The kiss broke, you blinked at him, he blinked back. A smile crept across his face and before you could say anything you both erupted in drunken laughter. 

 

“You really think I’m that hot?” He smugly remarked. 

 

You rolled your eyes as he helped you to your room, embers of the slowing fire crackling behind you.