#'oh you wanna be stronger? get ready to eat a lot more than that'

[seenfull]

I heard she's one hell of a personal trainer

[hyukalyptus]

are you alone? — idol!hueningkai x fem!reader | established relationship. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. phone sex (?), joi (f. and m. receiveing), switch!kai x switch!reader, chubby!reader, tummy love as usual, masturbation, nipple play, cunnilingus is discussed but doesn't actually happen, reader licks her own juices <3, older!reader kinda, pet names (baby, babe, good boy), balls, kai sends reader a nude, established relationship, lemme know if i missed anything!

wc. 1.6k

notes. reposted from my old acct! i have a bunch of longer fics in the works so i thought i’d repost something from my other account in the meantime. i wrote this awhile ago and didn’t edit it a lot so it’s not my finest work, but oh well. smut under cut !

“How’s New York?” You ask Kai over the phone. The time difference is so drastic between the two of you that the only option for phone calls was during your lunchtime while he was getting ready for bed.

“It’s good, but I miss you,” he said. You were totally fine until he said that. When he says he misses you, everything in you aches. You need a hug, a kiss, an orgasm, and a cuddle. More than anything. And he can sense it all—and he misses you just as much. “You okay?”

You sigh and say, “Yeah…just wish I could be there with you.” He agrees—having you there would be perfect. And you can’t help you couldn’t get off work. How many people could take six weeks off work to go on a world tour with their boyfriend? “What are you doing right now?”

“Getting ready to take a shower.” He chuckles just a bit before adding, “Naked.”

You cackle and say, “I know you take showers naked, babe.”

“I know. I just wanted to remind you.”

“I bet you look really sexy.”

“Wanna see?”

“Do you even have to ask?” He poses for a cute mirror selfie that’s not too revealing, just shirtless, his sexy smirk, hair messy, and the top of his pelvis just barely exposed leaving everything to the imagination. He’s so cute. “Oh, wow. I was right.” Remaining silent, you wish you could be there with him…hugging and kissing, cuddling in the shower as he rubs a loofah all over you. He’d jiggle you and kiss your tummy…a lot. “I woke up thinking about you this morning,” you admit.

“Yeah? What about me?”

“About you touching me…” You hum, the ache for him growing stronger with each syllable.

“Really?” You can hear the water turn on over the phone, his voice echoey off the bathroom walls. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah,” you giggle. “I’m at my apartment. Why?”

He hesitates, trying to put into words exactly what he wants to do with you. “No reason,” he says, a hint of a giggle in his voice. “I was just thinking about what I’d do if you were here with me.”

“What would you do?”

“Oh god…” he takes a deep breath. “You know I love your tits. I’d just bury my face in your tits and kiss all over them.” You groan, resisting the urge to slip your fingers into your lounge shorts—resorting to squeezing your tit gently, imagining it was him. “You love it when I lick your nipples,” he says matter-of-factly and you hum in agreement. “Touch your nipples for me right now.” After pulling your bra off from under your shirt, you lick two fingers, rubbing circles over yourself. Your head falls back against the couch cushion, gently sighing, all your muscles relaxing.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. It almost makes you feel silly how much of an affect those three words have on you. “Tell me what else I do that you like.”

“Oh,” you start. “I love you tongue on my clit. God…” you groan. “I so wish you were here to eat me out right now. I really need some love from you.”

“I’m sorry—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you say, hoping you didn’t ruin the moment. “I just meant you always feel so fucking good.” Your hips involuntarily grind against nothing. “It'll be well worth the wait when you get back.” Your thighs press together, trying to find some form of friction.

“I know it will. I miss you too you know…” he says, his breath heavy.

“I know,” you chuckle. You take a minute to switch to headphones so you have both hands free.

“Start moving your hand down to your pussy, but don’t touch yourself yet.” He takes a deep breath. “And tell me about it.”

“I’m dragging my fingertips across the front of my hips,” you whisper, stomach jerking at the tickle. “They're on the inside of my thighs. I can feel myself getting wet for you,” you say, moving closer and closer to your center. “Can you tell me what you would do if you were here with me?”

“Yes, baby,” he sighs, a smile evident in his voice. “Are you on the couch?” You hum. “Well, I’d come over and get on my knees, kissing all over your belly.” That’s one of your favorite things he does to you. And he absolutely adores your tummy. Loves it when you giggle from the tickle of his lips, making your belly jiggle against his lips. “Baby, do what I say but with your fingers. Do exactly what I say. Do you understand?” He asks, his voice getting sharper.

“Yes, I understand,” you giggle.

“I’d get on my knees and kiss your belly, spreading your legs, dragging my fingers all over the inside of your thighs,” he says. “And I’d pull your shorts down, pressing my hand over the outside of your panties.” You do the same. “And I’d move them to the side really slowly, looking up at you writhing, begging me to touch you.”

Groaning in anticipation, you hear him snicker, satisfied knowing he’s teasing you, even from this far away. “And I’d slide one finger inside you, feeling how wet you are.”

“I’m so fucking wet for you,” you say. Pumping your finger in and out of your pussy, some built-up tension is relieved.

“I know you are,” he says. “And then I’d slide another finger inside you, making you grind your hips against my fingers,” he says, as if he’s telling your body exactly how to move—and it’s obeying. “But that’s not what you want, is it?”

“No,” you whine, clenching your jaw, using everything in you not to touch your clit.

“Not yet, baby,” he chuckles. “I’d gather your wetness on my thumb and rub your nipple, and you’d moan for me.” You do what he says, moaning loudly.

“Please, Kai…”

“Did you do what I said? Did you rub your nipple with yourself?” You hum. “Good. Then, I’d lick your nipples, cleaning you up.” You lick your fingers, wiping your nipple clean, tasting yourself on your fingers.

“I’d kiss around your clit, hearing you whine and beg for me.” He takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself. You’re not sure if he’s touching himself, but you hope not so you can give him instructions in return later.

“Baby, please let me touch my clit. Please…” He hesitates as you keep begging.

“And then I’d flick my tongue over your clit.” You finally make contact with your fingers, moaning out loud. “That’s it, baby.” It’s those three words again.

“God, you feel so good,” you say, head dropping back to the couch cushion again.

“And I’d look up at you between your legs and you’d be rubbing your nipple.” You look down, half-expecting him to be there, only to be met with emptiness.

“Fuck, baby—” you gasp. “I love it when you talk to me like this.”

“Your legs would start to shake around my head,” he says. The knot in your stomach tightens—his voice along with your fingers feels amazing.

“I’m so close, babe,” you say, close to being out of breath.

“Don’t stop,” he insists. “Do whatever you want to yourself.” You don’t change anything. This is already too good. “Cum so good for me, baby,” he says and you push yourself over the edge, moaning loudly through gritted teeth. “Yeah, that’s it. Just like that,” he praises you as you work yourself through your orgasm—legs shaking, hips flinching, breasts heaving.

After coming down from your high and catching your breath, you say, “That was fun.”

“It was…” he sighs, finishing it off with a bit of a whimper.

“Aw, I’m sorry, babe,” you say. “You need me to help you out?” He hums so, so cutely. “You’re still in the shower?” He hums again. “You haven’t touched yourself yet, have you?”

“No, I wasn’t told to.”

“That’s my good boy,” you giggle. “You’re so good for me.” You take a second, trying to think of what you’re gonna do with him. You can’t get the image of him in the shower out of your head—water rushing over his body, cock painfully hard, pushing his bottom lip out for you—all while attempting to avoid the water from splashing his phone. “How about you start squeezing your balls first?”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“Sorry,” you blink, getting in the mindset of that role. “Squeeze yourself for me, baby. But don’t you dare touch your dick yet. Tell me how it feels.”

“Wish it was your hand…”

“I do too, baby,” you sigh. “Use your thumb to rub the precum around your tip for me. I know you’re already leaking,” you say and he chuckles, letting you know you were right. That action makes him absolutely whine. “Feel good?” He stutters, finally mumbling out a yes. You’re giddy as hell. It’s so fucking cute getting him like this. “Do you wanna squeeze your cock, baby?”

“So bad…” he stutters, sending shivers down his spine.

“Get some soap in your hand and go ahead,” you giggle. “Squeeze your cock for me, yeah?” He hums, following your instructions. His mouth dropping open, he moans so fucking loud. And you’re not surprised, he’s waited quite some time to touch himself. “How’s it feel?”

“Wish it was your mouth…”

“Aw, miss you too, baby.” You smile. “But tell me how good it feels.”

“Feels so good.” His hand pumps himself and he honestly doesn’t think he’ll last very long. “Won’t last…” he can’t even get past mumbling half sentences.

“That’s okay. Go a little faster for me.” And he does just that. “Just want you to feel good, baby.” Following your instruction, he makes this heavenly noise and you know he's cumming. And you can’t help but imagine his cum spurting all over his hand, his mouth barely open, eyes squeezed shut. “That’s a good boy. Cum so, so good. So good for me.”

[silver-and-stars]

Rewatching from season 4

Turns out it's the Buck Begins' season (how appropriate) and

How I HATE his parents ("You have to know, we never blame you" HE HAS TO KNOW ??? Let me hit them with a shovel PLEASE). They are all nice and open now but I hate them even more for that. In season 6 they made a 180° turn, like nothing happened, with Buck and Maddie (my poor Maddie). They deserved at least a harsh slap, they deserved a way meaner treatment. What is it with the Madney family and wanting to introduce to your kid your shitty parents that gave you trauma so she can have "a normal family" ? You mean a family with history of neglect and emotional abuse ? She doesn't need grandparents like that. Sometimes nothing is better. CUT TIES WITH EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE PARENTS. DO IT. and do like Buck, go see a psychologist. Otherwise they will keep eating at you even after their death. It's like poison.

Damn I love the 118 family. When they all come into frame to help Buck in the fire. Ouch my feelings (with So Far playing in the back, double Ouch)

So much Buddie in those first episodes, unparasited by poitnless love interests (I'm not talking about Tommy), at least until episode 6. Now that my hope is rekindled I fear the disappointment.

Next episode Bobby goes "Hey" at the fake firefighter, the guy runs away and IMMEDIATELY Buck goes "I got it" and start running after the guy, yelling "Hey, I just wanna talk" while the guy tries to escape him. Peak golden Retriever moment. I love him.

That probably makes me a bad person but I'm living for the scene where Buck tells Chris Eddie got shot (a+ acting) and how Buck is barely holding it together, crying while trying to stay strong for Chris and then breaking down once he gets the news Eddie is gonna be fine. He was so scared and is so relieved. And he makes, once again, a GREAT parent. (Also Athena holding that riffle is.... 🤌🏻)

And then Buck does that heroic but reckless crane rescue, being maybe a tiny tiny bit suicidal cause Eddie got shot and it should be him instead, and he is happy about the rescue but then his eyes meet Bobby's and oh nooo, Dad is pissed. I adore the Buck-Bobby dynamic. One had SHITTY parents, the other lost his children, but now here they are having that father-son bound. Those relationship between the characters in the heart of the show and why I keep watching even when all those accidents and calls starts to stress me or make me paranoid.

For MONTHS Eddie was walking around, knowing he wrote Buck into his will like "yeah if I die that man will take care of my son" LIKE BRO. He trusts him with his life but, stronger than that, he trusts him with his son's. And then Eddie gets shot, standing in front of Buck. He doesn't remember anything after hitting the ground but I wonder if he thought about that, about his son and if he was relieved to think Buck would be there for his kid. DUDE. And Buck tells him it would have been better if he was shot instead of Eddie, like he doesn't matter. Buck, who feels worthless unless he is a firefighter, who felt unwanted, is who Eddie choose to look after his son if he dies, the one Eddie is ready to entrust his son's life and happiness to. And Eddie sees him thinking so little of himself. And he is freaking wrong. Pretty much all the 118 fam at some point must have wanted to shake Buck to make him understands he matters A LOT to them. But Buck doesn't believe that yet because of his AWFUL parents. Dang.

[onestepbackwards]

Ok so you know the whole pokemon hybrid thing with Ingo and Emmet that's been floating around here and there and it got me thinking, what would the adopted younger sibling be (aka you)? If i had to choose on my own personal favorite pokemon then they would either be a Haunter or a Shedinja. You know what fuck it, pokemon hebrid headcanons.

Shedinja: Your nickname is angel, you can't convince me otherwise. Considering that Shedinja is a bug/ghost type you have something in common with both your brothers. You and Ingo have a bit of a bad rep because of your pokedex entries. Even though you probably could handle it, the train loving twins are still concerned when you go into battle.

Haunter: Whether you're being a rascal or not they will call you lill mischievous or havic fanatic. Your claws are stupendously large but they make for a good head massage. You and Ingo both bond over having the ability to go through walls.

What would be your pokemon hybrid? Also this is unrelated but here are some headcanons because I'm on a roll.

Ingo would watch bad rom coms with you and have a grand time making fun of the characters decisions, plot twists etc. I'm thinking of the kissing booth (sorry if you like it but I can't take it seriously). Emmet and you would sometimes, against Ingo's recommendations, go to the candy shop, buy as much as you could and then have an eating competition, in the morning Ingo scolds you two while you're having the worst stomach aches. It's the equivalent of.

You: Hey, do you think I could fit 15 marshmallows into my mouth?

Ingo: you're a hazard to society

Emmet: and a coward do 20

Angst hybrid concept, you're a Haunter while Elesa is an Emolga.

Elesa had gotten an urgent call from her neighbors saying that they heard thrashing and screaming from her apartment. She knew that the sudden disappearance of their brothers would be hard but not to this extent. It had been a solid minute when she got that call as she was now standing outside her home. With bated breath she hesitantly unlocked her front door so it was ajar, a spec of light is all she needed for her to see the damage that's been done to her apartment. Stoles that were tossed across the room and left behind dents in the walls, torne up cushions and coaches, the cotton seemed to have been ripped out vigorously. Shattered glass shimmered in the light reflecting on it and lying amidst the shards was a black figure crouched on the floor shaking and whimpering. A flicker of electricity rose from her cheeks in shock when she realized what had happened but the worst were yet to reveal itself. The lump of darkens shifted to look at her and that's when her heart sank, staring back at her was a pair of crimson red eyes field with unrecognizable emotions and someone that had lost themselves.

Gengar hybrid headcanons: When they said it would be painful to transform you didn't know it would be this painful, also the pain of missing your brothers might have amplified it. You've got purple hair growing on your body here and there, get ready to sweat a lot when summer rolls around. But on the bright side you're more comfortable at hugging now, like you weren't before. If you thought Haunters pokedex was bad then oh boy. Your new form has led to more people being wary of you, their reasoning not just being the pokedex but also the fact that Haunters don't just evolve into Gengars all willy nilly, something must have happened.

I wanna be!!! A Sylveon!!! Hybrid!!! Like I know that Sylveon isn't in gen 5 but i love it so much ;w; Though being an Umbreon or Espeon hybrid would be pretty sick too Or even like,, a liepard, because you know, cat >:3 Though i love the idea of being a ghost hybrid. Like imagine the potential for being a Shedinja, like you mentioned. You are incredibly strong, but also incredibly weak at the same time. Because of this, your brothers are a bit over protective. Even though being a hybrid makes you stronger than the average shedinja, they have a hard time fighting their instincts to protect their kin. If you so much as get a papercut, both go in a panic. You end up smacking them over the head for it every so often. The idea of both twins disappearing though as a haunter hybrid and it forces an evolution from the pain is so sad ;w; like the pain from losing family being so much to force such a change. AND THEN people being wary and avoiding you more, i'd imagine it would be the roughest point in your life. I'd imagine though when both twins return home, are both happy and horrified you evolved into a gengar hybrid. They know you must have gone through a lot of pain for the transformation, not to mention how awful they must feel that they are indirectly responsible for said transformation. Things getting better though once you all come to terms what had happened. Both still support their sibling, even if you are now a Gengar hybrid! If anything, both are extra protective now, knowing the reputation Gengar's have. Anyone messes with you, they will have two verrry angry twin hybrids on their ass.

[autism-aint-a-flawtism]

I present to you: Future Gohan Survives AU Part 2! Even more trauma!

Gohan and Trunks walk outside to spar. Trunks is sweating with nervousness. He knows that he can't stand a chance against the androids. He just got his butt royally handed to him when he thought that he could take them on. He was wondering if he should throw this fight. If he should just let Gohan win. Even if Gohan's stronger than him (which Trunks doubts) he's been in a coma for literal years. Maybe Gohan needs to win?

Gohan begins to stretch

"So you use a sword now?"

Trunks also starts stretching in mid-air. He always found it easier to stretch mid-air.

"Yes sir, Mr. Gohan"

"Please, Trunks. You're basically an adult. Call me Gohan. Wanna tell me how you got that sword?"

"It's a really long story, Mr. Gohan. But to make it brief, just look at the 100 foot tall monster corpse in East City."

Gohan stopped stretching out of sheer confusion

"Trunks, do you have any idea how little that explains?"

Trunks gave a shit-eating grin

"Yes sir, Mr. Gohan"

Gohan gave a slight, warm grin of relief that Trunks hasn't gone completely emotionless since he's been gone

"Atta boy."

Gohan passed Trunks a wooden sword

"Since swordplay is probably integrated into your fighting style, I'll let you use a sword that won't kill me or make me a bitlateral amputee."

Trunks had a face of surprise

"How do you know a word like that?

"My mother had me at a college reading level by the age of 7. There's a lot you don't know about me. Anyway. We'll start off by fighting in base, then in Super Saiyan. I want to see if you're both stronger and a better fighter than I am."

Trunks assumes a defensive fighting stance placing his sword in front of him, his jaw tense and sweat trickling down his face

"Are you sure you wanna do this, Mr. Gohan?"

Gohan assumes a fighting stance, putting his one good arm in front of him, thinking that he might have to hold back

"Come on Trunks, you chicken?"

Trunks chuckles at his master's attempt at levity, and rushes towards him. His sword hits Gohan's arm. Two more times Trunks tries to hit Gohan in the throat with his wooden sword, and both times Gohan blocks with his arm. Trunks realized what was off about Gohan's fighting style. Gohan only had one arm. He remembered Gohan training for months to develop a style for just one arm. Then, Trunks finally remembered that Gohan switched to fighting with his feet.

Gohan was holding back

Trunks then began to go as fast as he could, Gohan barely being able to keep up. Gohan was holding back? Gohan was in a coma for years and he thinks he has to hold back? Finally, Gohan switches to using his legs, and even then, he's barely keeping up. At some point Trunks even thows his sword to the ground for more of a challenge. Everytime Gohan tries to strike Trunks anywhere, Gohan immediately deflects and strikes Gohan back. Gohan comes to the conclusion that Trunks is a better fighter for right now. Whether if it's because Bulma's right and he's rusty, or Trunks just had better training, it doesn't matter. Gohan decides to test how strong his Super Saiyan is. Next time Trunks punches him, he grabs Trunks' fist and throws him 10 feet away. Gohan goes Super Saiyan. It feels odd to use it after literal years. But he does admit to himself that he missed the warm feeling in his blood the form always brought him

"Okay Trunks, fine. You're pushing me to use Super Saiyan. You use it, too!"

Trunks looks pissed at Gohan

"Mr. Gohan, are you INSANE?!? I am mopping the floor with you right now! What makes you think you could beat me in Super Saiyan! Let's go inside! The point's been proven! You haven't even eaten since you've been awake!"

Gohan knows that Trunks is trying to stall. He gets tired of trying to convince him, and instead hopes that Trunks is still a 16 year old in mind. Gohan also reminds himself to apologize to Bulma after saying what he's about to say to Trunks.

"Oh, of course you're stalling! You're still that scared kid that wants my training! You're not ready for this! Okay, it's decided, I'm going to fight Frieza and save Goku."

Trunks goes Super Saiyan and punches Gohan directly in the stomach. Gohan doesn't even have time to react to this. The crater on the ground that forms around Gohan is a considerable size. Gohan vomits and passes out.

"DAMMIT GOHAN! YOU! ARE! UNWELL! NOW GET UP AND LET ME PROVE IT TO YOU!"

Gohan doesn't respond, still asleep, something that Trunks can't see from the distance

"REALLY GOHAN?! STILL TRYING TO EGG ME ON?"

Gohan still doesn't respond, being unconscious. Trunks flies over to him to see his sleeping body. Trunks begins to cry at the idea that he might've killed his master. Trunks picks up Gohan and brings him to his mother.

Bulma observes the body and comes to the conclusion that Gohan's fine. She gives her son a warm hug and slips Goku's heart medicine into his pocket.

"Gohan's gonna be fine, son. Don't feel bad that he passed out. The idiot shouldn't have been fighting after his coma anyways."

Trunks hugs back and looks at his mom, still with tears in his eyes

"Why is Mr. Gohan being so stupid? He was never like this! Do you think he's going to be like this forever?"

Bulma thinks to herself. She realizes that Trunks is just a teenager. He doesn't deserve to be thinking thoughts like this. He doesn't deserve to be worried for somebody that isn't himself. She feels remorse that she couldn't provide him with a better life. She decides to tell Trunks the honest truth, but in the nicest way possible. Does she feel bad about it? Maybe. But it's the only way she could tell Trunks the truth without completely shattering his soul

"No honey. Gohan's going to be fine. He's just sad that he couldn't protect you. He's a lot like his father in that way. He just needs to sit down, eat some food, and take a chill pill and he's going to be fine when you get back from the past."

Bulma kisses Trunks on the forehead

"Now go to the past, before Mr. Tripod-In-A-Gi over here decides to almost kill himself again"

Trunks chuckles and kisses his mom on the forehead, back. He flies over to the time machine and presses the button for the right time and coordinates. He feels nervous. Maybe even a little afraid. But as much as Trunks hates to admit it. Beating his master in a fight did something to him that nothing else could've done. It gave him confidence.

It gave him hope

[melancholymirth]

👀 + "I think about fucking you a lot. I know, that's the least romantic thing I could say, but, y'know... I'm still me, so you'll let it slide this once, right? I'll even whisper it in your year, every filthy thing I wanna do to you, while I drag my fingers along every curve of your body and my lips behind them, nip and nibble where I please until you're quivering and oh so tired of it. I wanna make you mad, make you lash out, make you demand and demand and demand that I drop to my knees and worship you properly, as you deserve to be, grab a fistful of my hair and sigh my name the very second I take you into my mouth. I wanna slide my hands around your hips and keep you anchored in place as I tease you, lick and suckle on you; I want you to moan and cry out my name, I want to swallow you-- And again I want to visit you in your dreams, all awash in ashen skin, another me to join the fray. Dig my fingers in, spread you open, and eat, ease my fingers in one by one...slow, gentle, torturously sweet - you'll need to be ready, swee'heart, to take two of me. Oh, to be inside you, so much of me inside you-- So full o' me and only me, over and over and over again till ya can't breathe and your mind is elsewhere, so tired, so blissful... I want to make you cum. Is that so wrong? I wish I had more poetry for you, but you'll settle for the love in my lust, won't you? You'll still moan my name when I press into that sensitive little spot inside you, right? Don't lie, baby, I'll knoow~"

prompt

It took seven words for V's heart to seize, his pupils to dilate and his modesty to make him turn rosy at the start of Garrett's soliloquy. And it didn't take long at all for it to get worse, a confession of indecent thoughts and desires and needs spilling over and catching V like high tide, with every intention of pulling him into the surf where Garrett would make those thoughts, desires and needs come to fruition. Indeed, the man had pulled him in, only it was his arms that gathered round him and his mouth that whispered deeply, softly, hotly in his ear. Fingers danced along his spine, feather-light touches intentional in their teasing. He was fully dressed, but Garrett touched him like he wasn't. It startled him, at least some of it did: He wants me mad? Lashing out?!

Spindly hands grabbed at Garrett's shoulders when V realized the wish to make him quiver right then and standing there wasn't only a wish. Was he going to make V make him drop to his knees right now?

Oh, but it was too easy to visualize every touch, every action, and the sensations that spawned from them. It was enough to make the warlock just a little foggy in the brain, thinking about those fingers and that mouth, invasive but soft, warm, squirming and wriggling and pressing and squelching—

V had to bring his head down, perhaps just a little overwhelmed by the images assaulting his mind. The incubus in his dreams, two of them, their hands all over and he in the middle, sweating it out and losing his mind between them; trembling limbs and shaky whimpers, tears pricking his eyes, defeated moans spilling over his wet lips—the idea of fullness, of so much Garrett that it robs him of breath and sense and, maybe, even the will to live. He never did think he was strong enough for a demon, but his mate faithfully made certain he survived when the waves descended and he, bruised and breathless, emerged from the foam drenched, but fulfilled and renewed. Beneath longer lashes, his cheeks were warm.

Over and over and over.

Till he couldn't breathe, hm?

V felt his grip tighten, he felt himself clench from nothing more than the idea of that sensitive little spot— But he tried to ignore the electricity Garrett was making him contend with now, through nothing more than a whispering of obscenities with an expert tongue, hushed tones, warm breath, and explorative touches that went farther than his back. V liked to think he was stronger than the way he felt now, and he tried to be. He was. He was? "Y-you think about this...often?" It didn't surprise him, it shouldn't, to hear all of this from Garrett, to be reminded that he was so physical; he freely admitted to being lustful, and he was shameless, shameless, oh-so shameless about the whole thing. And he knew what it did to V. He knew exactly what it did to him. He nestled his face along Garrett's neck, hiding the way an ostrich digs its head in the sand. "...Of course you do."

Oh, Garrett needn't be romantic at all. It was enough that he admitted this much; none of it new, but thoughts given voice all the same. It took a brand of courage to do that, and V admired (was even amazed by) Garrett for having it in spades. He could never say such things! Wondering how he could reciprocate— Oh, it made him flush with embarrassment just from mentally putting together the words! He could never say such things, but he supposed his gooseflesh and present malleability spoke plenty for him. Honestly, nothing he'd heard put him off, disappointed or disgusted him. Quite the absolute contrary: in his husband's arms, at the mercy of his ravenous attentions, being touched and teased and prodded and squeezed, he thought he'd allow himself to buckle, have that demon follow through, right from the beginning. Or, maybe, to have himself lulled to sleep so the dream Garrett promised could take form and take hold.

So full of you and only you... But what could be more romantic? V turned his head to peck Garrett's neck, a subtle but clear welcome. An invitation, too.

Let it slide? Darling, V could only stand to hear more.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 35

Chapter 35: Family Reunion

“Daddy, I lost my hat.”

“No, you didn’t, silly.” I felt something on my head. “You ready go visit my friends?”

“Yeah!” As we flew on nimbus, we saw a lot of bird fly past us. Everything went by so fast, and when we came to the ocean, it was so pretty. Usually when dad takes me on rides on nimbus, mommy would be with us. He would take us to new places, and we see so many different things. One time we went to an island with an active volcano, that was fun.

As we were landing on this small island, water had splashed us. It was so much fun. I then heard noise coming from inside the pink house. “Yo, anyone home?”

“Goku!” There sounded like 3 different people. And I was right, when 3 people came out. They asked who I was, and daddy told them I was his son. They all looked surprised. Why’s that? Then daddy put me down, and told me to say hi. I remembered how mommy showed me. They bowed back, and daddy very happy said mommy taught that to me. “So, Gohan, what you wanna be when you grow up?” A lady with blue hair asked.

“I want to be an orthopedics.” She was very surprised, almost like it was strange answer. She then asked if I wanted to be a fighter like daddy, but daddy told them about mommy. Then this big turtle came near me. Daddy said it was trying to say hi. I pet it, and it felt funny. It then gave me a ride on it’s back. It’s so cool. I even played rock-paper-scissors with a crab. When the crab lost it blew bubbles at me, it was funny. I then ran up to daddy. Today was starting to be so fun. Wish mommy was here to have fun with us.

…

“GOHAN!” NO! NO! NO! HE TOOK GOHAN! That monster took my son! I have to stop him! I have to get my little boy back! He’s so stronger than me, but I have to try. My son is counting on me. Gohan! I felt on the verge of sobbing, but I have to fight it. My son needs me! I won’t stop till he’s back in my arms! I’M NOT LOSING HIM! MY SON NEEDS ME!

…

“Don’t think of running away boy. Not like there’s anywhere you can run.” This mean man dropped me on the ground. “I’m going to—” I try to run to the truck that was nearby. Maybe I could hide here, till daddy comes. “Where you think you’re going?” He picked up the truck with one hand.

“Oh yeah! My daddy can do that too!” Me have to be brave till daddy gets here. Then this meanie blowup the truck. Oh no! He’s going to grab me again. I got to run away! He’s too quick. I start to cry.

“Shut your crying. You should be proud nephew. You’re a saiyan too. A proud warrior race.” He then puts me into the big round thingy. I beginning to cry again. For someone who says he’s daddy brother, and is my uncle, he sure is a big meanie. He hurt daddy. He made daddy scream in pain. He’s super mean. Nobody hurts daddy! That’s mommy’s job!

Oh, this thing as a lot of buttons. I wonder if one of them opens the door. I hope daddy comes soon. I’m scared. That mean man, what’s his name again? Radit? Sounds like a nasty vegetable. He’s more of a rat. A rat with spiker hair. What was those animals, in my book, called again? Oh yeah. He looks like a dirty, smelly hedgehog. His name sounds like radish. I’m never eating radish ever, ever again! This thing he put me in smells just like him. Eww! I’m gonna need an extra long bath to get this smell off me. If somehow, I have to see his face for all my life, I hope I get to punch him every time.

But he said he was… he was… OH NO! You better not do that meanie! Mommy and daddy would be very mad at you! Daddy is already mad at you. Just you watch! Daddy is going to save me, and he’s going to beat your meanie butt. Then I get to go home, and mommy can wash this nasty smell off me. Mommy. I hope mommy is ok.

…

“I’m going to ask one more time! WHERE! IS! MY! SON?”

“Calm down, Kakarot. He’s right over there, in my space pod.” He points to a hole. Keeping my eyes on my brother, I walk over to it. At the bottom is a ball like thing, and I could clearly see Gohan through the red glass. Daddy’s here, it’ll be ok. Daddy! I’m scared. I know, I know. Let me finish here, and we’ll go home to mommy.

…

Daddy’s here, it’ll be ok.

Daddy’s here! He came to save me! Oh, it sounds like that Piccolo guy is out there too. Is Piccolo helping daddy? Or the meanie man?

Sounds like daddy’s in pain! No! Don’t hurt my daddy! Don’t hurt him! Leave daddy alone! Don’t… Don’t…

“DON’T HURT MY DADDY!”

Uh? How did I get out? Wait! Where’s daddy? Daddy’s hurt. No daddy. Daddy I don’t wanna go away. I wanna be with you daddy. Mommy will make owies better. Daddy get…

…

Gohan! NOBODY HURTS GOHAN! With the last of my strength I finally grab Raditz. He’s trying to break free; begging for his life. I gave you a chance, and you didn’t take it. It’s one thing to take my kindness lightly, it’s another when you hurt my family. Nobody hurts my son, and I mean nobody!

Piccolo gives me the warning, and I brace myself for the pain. I can feel the blast burning through my skin. The pain is so unimaginable, and it keeps going as I feel it go through me. The moment I no longer feel my body, do I see the world around me drop. With the little strength I have, I try to feel out for Gohan’s ki. I need to know if he’s ok. Chichi would kill me if he’s hurt. Well, there’s a funny thought.

I then hear muffing around me. I force my eyes to open. It’s my friends. “Gohan?” I faintly hear Bulma saying he’s fine. “That’s good. Chichi won’t be mad at you guys.” I can barely see Krillin, and he’s crying. I couldn’t help joke about how dying hurts. My last thoughts are that Gohan is ok, and he’ll be with Chichi soon.

Well, hello? Where am I?

…

I wonder what’s taking Goku so long. I hope they’re ok. Uh, was that the doorbell. “Oh, hi dad! No, they’re not home yet.”

I hope they come home soon; dinner will be ready soon. Dad brought a lot of toys this time around. I better make more room. Oh my, Gohan finished his math book. I’m so proud of him. Oh, let me take a quick look. He’s pretty good at this. Maybe he should try being a scientist. That would be nice to have a scientist in the family.

If he keeps his studies up like this, he could be just about anything. Just thinking about the unless possibilities my son could be is so exciting. Oh, and his handwriting is getting better too. This is just so wonderful. My little Gohan is so talent. He makes me and Goku so proud. Oh, I almost forgot about dinner.

Dinner is ready and still no contact, and the sun has set. Dad tries to remind me that they’ll probably having so much fun. I understand that, but it’s super late. He could at least call, so I could hear my little Gohan. Or he could have contact me direct and told me he’s staying long. Is he really having that much fun, that he hasn’t even noticed my desperate calls? He hasn’t done that since that one time. Something must be wrong! I have to call Master Roshi! I need to know if my baby is ok!

Why won’t anyone answer the phone? I look to dad desperately pleading on what I should do. Me and Goku made a promise that if he has Gohan, out for too long, that he will contact me. Goku would never break a promise. Something is wrong with my baby! I tried calling a few more times and no answer. I won’t be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow I’m going to the island and getting my baby back, and Goku is going to be in big trouble. You hear me mister! Big trouble!

…

Goku’s dead. Gohan been taken by that monster. Goku’s dead. Goku is… “NO! I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! WHERE’S MY HUSBAND? WHERE’S MY BABY BOY? ANSWER ME YOU DAMN COWARDS! LET GO OF ME DAD!” They’re lying, they just have to be. My Goku would, could, never die! My Goku is the strongest man on earth. Earth. Earth? He’s not from earth. My Goku isn’t human. I knew that, but… but alien? That’s impossible. It would make sense, but still one fact remines. “WHERE IS MY SON?”

They say Goku let that monster take him. They say Goku is allowing Piccolo to train my baby. There’s no possible way that’s true. Goku knows how I feel about that monster. Goku knows how I feel about Gohan doing any training. They have to be lying. But why would they lie to me? Did they let him take Gohan? It has to be the reason.

Don’t worry Gohan. Mommy is going to find you. “When is Goku supposed to be wish back?” One year? “Tell me something. Can you sense where my son is?” Krillin looks away, I’ll take that as a yes. “Is he ok?” He nodded. I know I’m nowhere strong enough to take my baby back by force, but I guess this will have to do. “Keep track of him!” I then grab Krillin by the collar. “And if he’s hurt you have to get him, and bring him to me! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” He timidly nods. I let him go. “Good. I’ll be back in one year.”

My son is alive, good. I don’t like any of this, but I have no choice. Don’t worry Gohan, mommy is going to try to save you. But if you are really hurt, I made Krillin promise to save you. Mommy loves you, and she’s going to find a way to get you back. That way, we can wait for daddy together.

Goku, wherever you are, please take care. Our baby is with that monster, and I feel so helpless. I really don’t want him to fight whatever is coming in a year. Please make it in time to save our baby. Get super strong Goku, and protect our baby boy.

With that I finally made it home, and I locked myself in my grandpa-in-law home. Here I let myself finally breakdown. I let all the emotions of the day go. Please! Grandpa Gohan! Make sure Goku is ok on that side! Make sure my Goku get strong! And that’s when I felt a warm hand on my back. There’s no one in the hut with me, but I let the hand comfort me. My Goku will be ok. With that I finally got on my feet, and got out. I have a lot of work to do.

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iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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Our Daughter - Paul Lahote

a/n: my first paul fic!! i have another one that’s in progress and almost done :)

•••

Emily had taken you out for a shopping day, no boys, no pack drama, just you two hanging out. The problem was, you were currently six months pregnant, so walking around for a full day took a lot out of you.

Everything with the pack has been stressful recently, and your pregnancy hasn’t exactly been easy, so she thought you just needed a day to yourselves for some retail therapy. You did end up buying lots of clothes and things for your baby, which you happened to find out the sex of it at your doctor’s appointment that morning.

Finally, as it was rolling around four in the afternoon, you made it back to Paul’s house, that you moved into with him as soon as you found out you were pregnant. Being his imprintee and all, he wanted to protect the two of you more than anything, so living with him was the best way to do so.

“Ugh, I am so tired,” you groan to yourself, setting all of the bags down in your room next to the bed. Emily also offered to come over and cook dinner for you, since Paul and Sam were on patrol until five.

Soon, Emily walks into your house and sets out all of the ingredients.

“Do you need help with anything?” You ask her. Sensing your discomfort, she forces you to sit on the couch.

“Oh no, no. I kept you out all day, you need to rest.” You hug her thankfully and head to your room to lay in bed until dinner is ready.

Paul and Sam show up an hour later at Paul’s house, Sam greeting Emily with a multitude of kisses. Upon hearing Paul’s voice, you get up slowly, your feet still hurting and the swelling in your ankles increasing with every step.

“Hi babe,” you greet him with a smile. He smiles widely to greet you, but immediately, he can sense your pain.

“What’s wrong? What hurts? Did someone get you? What’s going on, darling?” He blurts out, his hands feeling around your body to find the area that was bothering you.

“Paul, I’m fine. My feet are just killing me because we’ve been walking around all day and I’m six months pregnant. Not exactly a good combo,” you chuckle. Paul obviously doesn’t take this lightly and brings you back to his room.

“Well, lay back down and I’ll get you some ice to help with the swelling, and I’ll also rub your feet, or your back, whatever you want. And we can have dinner in here. I want you to rest,” he babbles. You can’t help but giggle and grab his hands, keeping him calm in the moment.

“Babe, please calm down for just a second. I’m fine. I would still have swollen ankles if I wasn’t out walking all day. Plus my doctor says exercise is good.”

“Yeah, exercise isn’t walking around a shopping mall for five hours!”

“I didn’t just buy stuff for me, I bought stuff for our little girl!” You spoil. Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops. You were going to plan this whole thing for him to tell him the sex of your baby, but you ruined it all.

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that yet, I-”

“We’re having a girl?” He wonders, the hurt and concern gone as the news is revealed.

“Yeah,” you laugh excitedly, cupping his cheeks and kissing him. He is still so in shock that when you pull away, his jaw drops.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” he whispers against your lips, his forehead still on yours. “We’re having a girl.”

“I know.” You can’t help but begin to tear up at his reaction. You loved him so much and the imprinting made it so much stronger. Everything you felt for him was much more intensified. Seeing him so happy made your heart soar.

“You wanna see what I bought her?” You wonder. Paul nods enthusiastically and takes a seat on the bed while you grab the bag from the baby store.

You spend the next twenty minutes showing him all the baby clothes you got, going over what exactly made you want to get it and if it reminded you of anything. Paul let you talk and stayed quiet, a content look on his face as he listened.

You also showed him everything that you got for yourself, and Paul still didn’t mind one bit; he could listen to you talk for forever.

“Why don’t you lay back for now, alright?” He tells you, gently pushing you to lay down once you put all of the things you bought away.

“Baby, I said I’m okay.”

“I know you did, but I can tell you’re still in pain. And you deserve rest, you’re carrying our daughter,” a fond smile makes its way onto his face, his hand rubbing over your bump.

You sigh and give in, laying up against the pillows and kicking your legs out. Paul stays put beside you, his hand falling to your stomach.

“Hey, dinner’s ready,” Emily says from the other side of the door with a quiet knock. You start to get up, but Paul pushes you to remain laying down.

“I’ll get you a plate, just, please rest,” he begs. You grin and nod, eyes falling closed. When Paul finally leaves, you turn the TV on and relax for the first time in hours. Moments later, Paul returns with a plate in his hand and a glass of water. He sets the plate down on your lap and puts the glass on your bedside table.

He leaves once more to grab his own food, then finally settles into bed next to you.

“You know, you can go out there and eat with Sam and Emily,” you tell Paul. He shakes his head and kisses your temple after swallowing the bite of food in his mouth.

“I haven’t seen you all day, and I could use a break from Sam,” he groans. You giggle and smack his leg.

“Did you tell them the news yet?” He glances at you, confused.

“The news that you’re pregnant? I mean, if they don’t know by now, that’s on them,” he says. You smack his leg again.

“I meant that we’re having a girl.”

“Oh, no. But didn’t you tell Emily already? And I’m guessing Sam picked through my thoughts and found out, so why should we tell them again?”

“I didn’t tell Emily because I wanted you to be the first person to know, and because they deserve to know from us personally instead of Sam listening in on your thoughts.” Paul’s expression softens when you tell him the first part.

“Fine. But let’s wait a little longer. I wanna relish being the only one who knows.”

You two continue eating and when you finish, Paul helps you out of bed, being sure to keep an arm wrapped around you the entire time you walk to the kitchen.

“Babe, I’m fine, you can let me go,” you chuckle, pushing away from him to set your dishes in the sink.

“There’s some news we wanted to share,” Paul smiles at the two guests.

“Let me guess, (Y/N)’s pregnant,” Sam jokes. You giggle and rejoin your boyfriend’s side.

“Well, she’s pregnant with our daughter,” he says, smiling down at you before sharing a kiss.

Emily and Sam immediately congratulate the both of you with hugs and belly rubs.

After things calm down, Emily starts cleaning the dishes for you while Sam and Paul talk over some things and before you know it, you and Paul are left alone for the night.

“I need to take a shower,” you groan, standing up from the couch.

“Hey, hey. I’ll run you a bath instead,” he offers. You smile up at him.

“That sounds great. Would you join me then?” Paul smirks, many thoughts running through his head, but he knows you mean it in an innocent way.

“Of course, baby.”

After the tub was filled, the bubbles were added, bath salts were dissolved, soft music was playing from Paul’s phone, and candles were lit. He helped you get undressed and carefully step into the tub.

He got in moments later, laying behind you so you could lay against his chest. Instinctively, his hands cradled your belly, his head falling to your shoulder.

“I’m so excited for her to get here,” he whispers in your ear, placing soft kisses along the shell of it before moving onto your neck.

“She’s definitely going to be spoiled. I know you’re going to be an amazing father.”

“And you’re going to be such a great mother.”

The rest of the bath was very relaxing, Paul keeping his hands on your stomach, singing along softly in your ear, and giving your shoulder and neck kisses whenever he felt like it.

Once you both were dried off and ready for bed, you slip in a t-shirt of Paul’s, as it was much more comfy and roomy to sleep in. Paul admires you as you do so, waiting for you to lay next to him.

When you finally settle against his body, he wraps you in a hug, kissing all over your face.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much,” he mumbles between each kiss. A loud giggle escapes your lips as his lips tickle your skin.

“Okay, okay! If you don’t stop, I am going to wet myself.” Upon hearing this, Paul stops right away and holds his hands up in defense.

“Alright. I don’t want that happening.”

“Blame our daughter, she’s pressing into my bladder constantly,” you chuckle.

Finally, Paul relaxes, lifting your shirt up to bare your bump, his warm hands running all over it. It’s a calming gesture, the mixture of his soft touch and his werewolf-heat allowing you to feel somewhat content.

“I want to name her Harlow,” Paul whispers, keeping his eyes on where your daughter was kicking at his hand.

He’s been thinking about names a lot recently, for both a boy and a girl. It was starting to annoy the pack that he was on patrol with. When nothing was going on, he would just run over names in his mind, trying to figure out what would fit best with both of your last names.

“Harlow,” you repeat the name. “Harlow Lahote.” Paul gazes up at you in shock. You two hadn’t talked about whether you would take his last name or not. Though you were his imprint, you weren’t married, and haven’t really been dating for too long, only a year so far.

“You want her to take my last name?” He confirms with a smile slowly tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Well yeah. I’m your imprint so obviously we’re going to be together for a long time. Doesn’t matter if we’re not married now, we’re going to get married in the future. I love you and I want her to have your...our last name.”

“Our last name, huh?” He smirks. “Are you saying you’ll marry me?”

“That’s me giving you the opportunity to propose,” you raise your eyebrows.

“Will you marry me?” He understands exactly what you want. “I don’t even have a ring though, so let me…” he stands to find something, but before he can successfully get anything that would work, you reach over to the tiny bag on your nightstand and produce a small box.

While shopping today, you and Emily got to talking about getting married. She gave you the idea of buying a band for Paul and proposing to him. At first, you were kind of on the fence about it, but after some thought, you didn’t see any harm in doing so.

“Babe?” You interrupt his searching. The sound of your voice makes him whip around back to you, his eyes widening when he sees the box open, with a simple black band inside.

“Will you marry me, Paul Lahote?” You ask with a teasing smile. For a moment, he’s upset that you’re actually proposing to him, but he soon gets over it and sits back down.

“Yes I will, my love,” he says with a huge grin. He kisses you sweetly, grabbing the back of your neck to keep you close.

“Can’t believe you beat me,” he feigns sadness, but soon breaks it with a laugh, pushing you to lay down so he can hover over you.

“Blame Emily. She’s the one who suggested it.” Paul shakes his head and kisses you once more.

“I think I’m missing an important part,” you interrupt. He raises his eyebrows at you, and you remove the ring from the box, patting his chest so he will sit up and off of you.

You take his left hand and slide the ring onto his finger, finding that it’s a perfect fit.

“Shit. I never thought I’d be the one proposed to, but damn, I get how women feel now,” he tells you, chuckling and turning the ring around his finger, examining how it looks.

“We’re not exactly a traditional couple, seeing as you are a wolf shapeshifter, so why not break more traditions?” You joke.

“I liked it. Sweet, to the point, and, we are by ourselves.”

“By ourselves and one unborn,” you add. Paul laughs and moves down your body so that he’s face to face with your stomach.

“Our beautiful baby girl. We can’t wait for you to get here,” he says to your bump. “Harlow Lily Lahote.”

“Harlow Lily Lahote,” you say the full name to yourself. Paul had just randomly chosen Lily just now, feeling like it went well together. His lips pepper kisses all over your bump, being ever so tender and loving.

“My girls. I can’t wait until our family is complete.”

[suguruverse]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever 

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

[asmosmainhoe]

I just had this Idea while listening to, "Little miss perfect". But how would the brothers and dateable react falling for a Male Mc and to finding out they're gay? Like they've been with both genders but never thought of it like that then here come M Mc and now they're like, "He's nice and listens to me... I'm in love with him... wait am I gay?" If this make you uncomfortable you don't have to write it! If you do thank you! (I struggle with my sexuality so I got curious to how they would react)

The brothers questioning their sexuality

I'm so sorry that Mammon's part is always way longer than the other ones, but when I start writing for him the ideas just won't stop coming

Male MC

Warnings: cursing

Lucifer

Sometimes he questioned his sexuality even before he met you, but that was Diavolo's doing

Quickly brushed it off, because he doesn't have any feelings towards the demon prince that doesn't mean Lucifer doesn't think he's hot tho, because he is

Then you enter the Devildom and turn his world upside down

At first he thinks you're hot too so it's nothing new to him, but then he develops more serious feelings for you and then the gay panic starts

I can see him reading some documents in his study and overall just being flooded with work

And then as if someone turned a switch inside him he stops with everything and asks himself the question of all questions

Is he gay? Duh

Doesn't confront you about his emotions right away which is odd considering he's a pretty direct kinda guy

He just wants to make sure that the stuff he's feeling is not just a phase, because he doesn't wanna give you any false hope

Mammon

We stan a gay mess

Doesn't even realize he's hardcore simping for you unless one of his brothers points it out to him

I mean he did feel attracted to some guys, but never this strong!

Catch him late at night talking to Goldie about it while pacing around his room

Him: What should I do? Should I ask him out?

Goldie:

Him: I'm so confused!

Goldie:

Him: Ugh you're no help at all!

The doubts are eating him up from the inside, because he also doesn't wanna give you any false hope

Because like what if he asks you out and y'all start dating, but then he looses his feelings and breaks your heart and then you two stop talking and-

But you're mad cute and he can't stop thinking about you and how warm your hands are or how soft your lips look and he stays up at night thinking about your laugh and your smile and-

Please just do us all a favor and ask him out first

Leviathan

Has considered the fact that he might be gay, bi, pan etc considering there's a great amount of fictional male characters he simps for

Kakashi has no business looking this fine ok

But he was vibing with the cool edits, the hot fanart and the comforting fanfics/headcanons

Then you came to the Devildom and suddenly life was not daijoubo anymore

We all know he's down bad the moment he starts calling you his player number 2

Makes you change your profile pic so you two have matching icons

His way of flirting is very unique okay

Levi keeps comparing the two of you with his fave anime duos

You're his Henry! And Henry is his number 1 husbando! Take the hint you oblivious human!

Satan

Like Levi he has quite the long list of fictional men he has fallen for, but he kinda keeps it a secret?

No, it's not really a secret he's pretty open about it like if you ask him about a certain character he kinda starts gushing, but nothing too over the top

Let's just say that he doesn't rub his fanboying in your face

The more he gets to know you the more he realizes you're similar to all the fictional guys he simps for and that maybe he has a type

But all in all he's so chill about it

It's just that he always knew he's also attracted to men even without his crush on you

That doesn't mean he's not blushy around you, because he most definitely is

Asmodeus

I just can't see him having that gay panic okay?

Everyone is too hot for their own good and Asmo is over here vibing with it

Not shy about expressing his feelings so he's constantly flirting with you

What drives him into panic mode though is the realization that his feelings are way stronger than expected

Just imagine him doing his makeup and then he drops his eyeliner and gasps

"I'm in love?"

He knew he was gay for you, but not that much!

Lays down on his bed for an existential crisis, but gets his shit together after like five minutes and is ready to face the day

More like ready to face the truth and make his first serious move on you

Beelzebub

Never really thought about relationships before, because frankly he doesn't need it

All he really needs at the moment is his family and a full fridge

All of that doesn't mean he's completely ignoring his attraction towards you though

Shows you that he's interested through small actions like always helping you carry stuff or sharing his good with you

Yes! The second he offers you his food you should notice that something is up!

Talks to Belphie a lot about his feelings and even asks for advice which isn't the best idea considering the advice is coming from Belphegor

"So you're gay."

"I am?"

He is

Belphegor

Crushing on a human in general is new to him so give this man a break

The gay panic is surprisingly strong here considering that he's too lazy to panic over anything at all

Had a mini heart attack the first time you two had a sleepover and when you put your arm around him in your sleep?

He could have exploded right then and there

Mutters a "fuck" under his breath whenever he feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest thanks to you

And if having to deal with his crush while being awake isn't hard enough he even dreams of you!

Wakes up exhausted and done with his life

"Why am I so gay for him?"

"What did you say, Belphie?"

OH SHIT HE TOTALLY FORGOT YOU TWO TOOK THAT NAP TOGETHER-

"Nothing, shut up."

---

Masterlist

[randomwritingguy]

The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader UNREQUITED) Part 10

THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY...

Korra's POV

I weakly open my eyes as I begin to awake from my slumber. I'm still so exhausted, I've never felt so tired before in my life. I feel my hand being gently squeezed and I look to its origin.

It's Mako, his face flashing to a warm, gentle smile and his eyes becoming full of life again.

"Hey," he says softly, "you're finally awake."

I hum to his comment. "I'm still so tired...and hungry."

My stomach coincidentally grumbles right afterwards, making the firebender chuckle.

"I can tell." he replies with amusement. "Do you wanna get ready and get something to eat?"

I nod. "Yeah...thank you, by the way, for being with me."

Mako's warm smile grows even more wide. "Anytime. I'm always there for you if you need me. I'll let you get ready,"

I send him a gentle smile back and he walks out. After getting dressed and headed to the dining room, I see Mako, Bolin, Asami, Kyuni, Tenzin, Pema, and Lin already there waiting for me. On the table there is a plate of food already waiting for me and I dig in, hoping to satisfy my hunger. The food is absolutely delicious.

"The food tastes amazing, Pema." I tell her, showing my gratitude. "I'm finally starting to feel like myself again."

Pema sends me a small smile. "We're so thankful you're home safe."

After I finish my food and Asami and Pema come to pick up the plates, I see Tenzin and Lin gazing at me with curiosity and concern.

"Korra," the airbender begins, his eyes full of sympathy, "I realise you've been through a lot, but I need to know everything that happened."

I really don't want to think about last night, but I guess I have no choice in the matter.

"Well, first off. Tarrlok isn't who he says he is. He's Yakone's son."

Tenzin and Lin's face flashes with surprise, their jaws dropped.

"It all makes sense now." the former Chief remarks. "That's how Tarrlok was able to bloodbend us without a full moon."

Tenzin turns to me again, his surprise still evident. "But how did you escape? And where's Tarrlok?"

Oh no...no not this moment again. It's making me think of...Y/N.

Still, I owe them an explanation. I take a deep breath to prepare myself. "Amon captured him and took his bending."

"What?!" Tenzin blurts out, his surprise intensified.

"Yeah." I confirmed, "He showed up out of nowhere. He took Tarrlok...and Y/N. He...he almost got me too."

Tenzin frowns in concern and worry. "This is very disturbing news. Amon is becoming emboldened. Taking out a councilman, capturing Y/N and almost capturing the Avatar. I fear Amon is entering his endgame."

I grimaced at the idea. That monster is stepping up his game all right. It won't be long before he tries capturing me again. I need to find Y/N before its too late. If anything happened to them...

"I had a vision."

I gasp and look back up to Tenzin, everyone's eyes on me now. "Something else happened too. Y/N had a vision."

Everyone gasps in reaction, with Tenzin's eyes widening in particular. "A vison?! What was it?"

"They told they couldn't remember anything other than a distorted voice." I explain to the rest.

The airbending master frowns slightly. "What did the voice say?"

I sigh melancholy. "They were about to tell me but Tarrlok showed up."

Tenzin strokes his beard as he goes silent for a few moments, thinking about the situation. Then he finally speaks up. "Is it possible the vision had something to do with Amon?"

I sigh again as I think about the possibilities. "Maybe. But...I've never seen Y/N so terrified. They looked like they were gonna be sick."

We all stay in silence for a few moments. Thinking about Y/N has gotten me sad again. The guilt has come back, stronger than ever. I can feel tears threatening to spill.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air." I wearily tell the rest and I get up and leave the room.

When I finally reach outside I can finally feel tears stroking down my cheeks.

This is all my fault! If I paid more attention I could have saved them! I'm so sorry, Y/N.

"Are you okay?"

I quickly wipe my tears and I turn and see Mako, his eyes full of concern.

I tell him the truth.

"No. This is all my fault."

The firebender rushes to me and pulls me into a tight hug. "Nonsense. None of this is your fault, Korra. You hear me?"

I return the hug with equal passion. "But if I paid more-"

"-No buts." he interrupts me. "This isn't your fault, Korra. And if Y/N were here, I know that they would be telling you the exact same thing. We're gonna find them, Korra. I promised you that last night, and I'm gonna keep it."

I nod frantically whilst burying my face into Mako's chest. "Thank you, Mako."

I hope you're alright, Y/N. We're gonna save you. I promise.

Y/N'S POV

I awake in a flash as a bucket of water is dumped on me. I ignore the sudden coldness as I look around my surroundings. The room is almost completely dark with the exception of small green bulbs emanating some light into the place.

I look downwards and see my arms and chest are tied up. Dammit. I can't move my arms at all.

"I hope you've had a good rest."

That voice. I know that voice.

I look back up and see Amon standing really close to me, appearing out of nowhere. His eyes are barely visible through the mask, giving him a ghoulish appearance.

I ignore the sudden fear swirling in my chest and put on a tough act. "Mock me all you want, but I'm not telling you anything, you monster!"

Amon doesn't react to my insult. In fact, he's silent for a minute. What is he doing?

"Well?" I bark out, "Aren't you gonna torture me? Interrogate me? Come on, you said you were gonna make me talk! Why aren't you saying anything?"

He remains silent a few seconds afterwards...and then finally speaks up.

"Why are you on their side?"

I lean backwards out of confusion. "Their" side?

"Whose side?" I ask him.

"The benders." he growls out, his hatred evident.

I frown at his choice of words. "I'm not on the benders side. I'm on the side of the innocent lives you're terrorizing, benders and non-benders alike!"

Amon growls again in anger. "Innocent? You think the benders are innocent? The benders who threaten and abuse their non-bending brothers and sisters? The same benders who thought it was acceptable to place a curfew for all non-benders, restricting their rights and freedom? They are innocent?"

I stare at him in bewilderment for a few seconds from his response. He really hates benders.

I frown at the man, glaring at him with all my rage I can muster up. "Those benders you are angry at are the minority! And yes, what Tarrlok and the other council members did was corrupt, but you escalated it to that point! You think you're doing good for non-benders? You think attacking the pro-bending arena and taking bending away is gonna help? You're just making it worse!"

I can see Amon's eyes squint slightly. I think I made him angry.

"This is the only way to make benders listen." the extremist confidently replies.

"You don't know that!" I shout at him, my frustration growing and growing.

"Oh, really?" Amon asks me. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that if my followers and I led a peaceful protest or brought the problem to the council they would have listened."

I stare into his cold eyes. I open my mouth, about to tell him that they would, only for it to close. My mind flashes back to these past few months.

I think about Tarrlok's task force and how all of them were benders when I was with them. If I didn't ask to join, it would have just been full of benders. Spirits, the force is full of benders now.

I think about Lin's officers and how none of them were non-benders.

I think about how the council members besides Tenzin introduced the non-bender curfew without hesitation.

And I finally think about how Tarrlok, the task force, and the police were willing to arrest innocent non-benders without due process under the law.

And I come to my conclusion.

I sigh, and drop my head in shame. "I can't."

I expect Amon to laugh in victory, or mock my defeat...but he doesn't do any of those things.

I look back up and despite only seeing his eyes, I can see...sadness. He isn't happy about my answer either.

He finally speaks up after moments of silence. "Exactly. And the one time the council actually listened was when I told them to cancel the pro-bending finals."

I glare at him. "You wanted them to disobey you."

"True." he admits, "But my sources tell me that if it wasn't for Chief Beifong then they would have cancelled the finals. Don't you see? Violence is the only thing benders understand. I've heard a lot about you, Chi-Blocker. You are an inspiration to many. Which is why I wish to offer you an opportunity."

I tilt my head in confusion. "And what would that be?"

He leans forward until his mask is a few inches from my face. I can see his eyes completely, and the sadness from earlier is gone. Now they are so cold and so lifeless.

"Join me. Join me and become my right-hand. Together we can finally vanquish the evil and corruption of benders and bring peace to Republic City and the world."

Join him? He really thinks I'm gonna join him after what he did to Korra?! How he made her break down and cry right in front of me? How he made the woman I lo-care for feel so helpless, so terrified?

Never. I'll never join him.

I glare right into his eyes, my anger burning inside of me. "If you think for a second that I'm going to join you, you're delusional. You're right, the council is corrupt and many benders take advantage of non-benders, but violence is not the right way to go about this. Stop this and I can help! I'll talk to Korra and her and I can fix this! I'm sorry about what happened to you and your family, but this is wrong!"

He stays silent for a few seconds, his eyes now full of anger and disappointment.

"How unfortunate." Amon finally says, standing back straight.

Before any one of us can say another word, someone else enters the room.

"Amon, we have finally arrived."

Wait, that voice-

"-Excellent, Hiroshi. It is time to take back our city."

Hiroshi Sato.

"Hiroshi." I spit out, sending him a glare.

Sato's lips form a mischievous grin. "Ah, Chi-Blocker Y/N. Long time, no see. How's my daughter?"

I send him a teasing smile of my own. "Better now that she is far away from you!"

The man growls at that and walks closer to me. "Watch your tongue!"

I chuckle without humour. "Let me guess, you telling me that I was "the perfect representation for us non-benders" bullshit must have been really hard for you, huh?"

"Indeed." Hiroshi confirms. "You're not a hero. You're a traitor to all non-benders!"

"Like your daughter, right?" I shoot back. "Do you really think your wife would have wanted this?!"

A split second later and large hand slaps me across the face, my head sent flying to the right and my left cheek burning like the sun.

"I AM AVENGING HER FROM THESE BENDING SCUM!" Hiroshi shouts at, his spit landing on my face.

He moves to strike me again, but Amon grabs his arm before he could land another hit.

"Enough." the extremist commands. "Leave them, we must witness our revolution."

Revolution?!

"What are you talking about?" I quickly ask, my panic rising.

Hiroshi recovers from his rageful moment and chuckles at my confusion. "We are taking back our city. And you will be right in the action."

My panic now at its peak, I lean forward, desperate for an explanation. "What do you mean "right in the action?"

The engineer grins. "Haven't you wondered where we are? We are on one of the airships I designed for the Equalists. You are getting a front row seat to the main event."

NO! THEY CAN'T DO THIS!

"No!" I shout at them. I turn to Amon, completely desperate now. "Amon, please! Stop this before its too late!"

Amon looks at me for a few seconds...and begins walking away.

"You made your choice, and so have we."

Two Equalists enter the room and get close to me.

"Take them to the holding area. We'll take them to the pro-bending arena when we have finally reclaimed our city."

Both of them grab me and begin carrying me, despite my attempts to escape from their grasps. On my way there I hear explosions going off outside. Hearing that their attack has already begun, my attempts to break free grow wilder. Growing tired of my antics, they knock me unconscious. When I finally wake up, unaware of how much time has passed, I realise I'm at the holding area.

I let out a groan of frustration. They didn't even have the decency to untie me. How am I supposed to-

"-You're finally awake. I take it you're talk with Amon didn't go so well?"

Wait a second...that sounds like...

I whip my head to the back of the room, and there I see a slumped back, messy, and tired Tarrlok.

"Tarrlok?" I ask him, my confusion evident.

"Y/N." he shoots back.

We sit in silence for a few seconds, me processing what's going on.

"What...what are you doing here?" I ask him, finally breaking the tension.

Tarrlok sighs. "Same reason as you, I'm getting a front row seat to the revolution. After that, I'm getting transferred to Air Temple Island."

I tilt my head in confusion. "Hold on, I'm being transferred to the pro-bending arena. Why are you going to the island?"

"Because no-one can interact with me while I am there. I am going to be the only prisoner there." the former councilman explains, his head dropping down slightly.

That makes me confused even more. "Why are you going to be the only prisoner there? What makes you so unique?"

Tarrlok looks back up at me with a neutral expression, impossible to read. "I'm Amon's brother."

WHAT?!

I gasp in surprise. Amon and Tarrlok are brothers?!

"Seriously?" I spit out, my brain still trying to process the revelation.

Tarrlok sighs and brings his attention to the floor. "Yes, it's true. Amon is from the Northern Water Tribe. He is a waterbender and a bloodbender, just like I was."

Seriously? If that is true then Amon's entire backstory about his family getting killed and being scarred was a lie! He's been lying to everyone!

"How long have you known?" I ask him. Did he know about this all along?

As if he read my mind, Tarrlok shakes his head. "Not long. I only realised the truth after he captured me. When he took my bending, the sensation was somehow familiar. Soon afterwards I recognised it as my brother's bloodbending grip."

Wait...does that mean?

"Your brother bloodbended you before?" I ask him with horror. "Why?"

Tarrlok sighs again. "It's best I start from the beginning. You already know about my father, Yakone. He was a notorious crime lord in Republic City for years. His bending was taken away by Avatar Aang and he was sent to prison. But with the help of his former gang, he escaped and underwent surgery to change his appearance. He assumed a new identity, and started a new life in the Northern Water Tribe. That was when he met my mother. She was always so loving and caring. Not too long after that, they started a family together. Amon was the firstborn son, where he was named Noatak. I was born three years later. Noatak had a good heart, he was always there for me. They were the good old days so to speak."

I stand up to get closer to him and sit down across from him. "Sounds like you two were happy."

Tarrlok nods in agreement. "We were happy. But that all changed when we discovered that we were waterbenders. At first we were excited, I was excited, but our training brought out a different side of my father. A bad side. But my brother still defended me from his verbal abuse, even back then he wanted everyone to be treated fairly and equally. When I was seven, my father took us to a hunting trip where he told us that his true identity was the crime lord and bloodbender Yakone. He told us that we were bloodbenders too, and that we must avenge him and take control of Republic City. It was at that moment Noatak and I realised that the good days had come to an end. Every full moon, our father took us on another "hunting" trip, where he secretly trained us in bloodbending. We never told our mother what we did. A few years later, my father taught us to bloodbend anytime without the full moon at all. We practiced constantly, and I hated every minute of it. I had no stomach for manipulating helpless animals. On the other hand, Noatak seemed to revel in his power. He was a prodigy, in fact by fourteen years old he was able to master my father's psychic bloodbending technique."

My heart breaks as Tarrlok tells me everything and a massive wave of sympathy hits me. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you two."

Tarrlok nods at my comment. "Yes. I often faced my father's verbal abuse for not being as good as my brother. And although Noatak was the favourite, it wasn't any easier for him. He carried the burden of all Yakone's expectations and demands. Something changed in him over the years. The loving brother I once knew became cold and detached. Our father pushed us to extremes. And one day, he made us bloodbend each other. My brother bloodbended me, but I refused to bloodbend him. After I told my father I never wanted to bloodbend again, he was about to strike me. But then Noatak intervened, bloodbending him into submission. He told me to run away with him, to leave our father behind, but I refused. I didn't want to leave my mother behind. After that, Noatak ran away, leaving my father and I alone. We searched for days, but we never found a sign of him. We thought he perished in the storm. The loss of my brother changed my mother, she was never the same after that. My father stopped training me, his hopes for revenge withered, and he passed away a few years later."

As he finally finishes, the room goes silent.

He and his brother should have never gone through that abuse.  And I feel so sorry for their mother too. She didn't know what was really going on and one day she is told her son died? Yakone is a monster.

I lean forward. "Tarrlok," I say sympathetically, "I am so sorry for what you and your brother went through."

Tarrlok sighs, and his eyes are focused on me again. "And I am sorry for everything I did to you. I thought I was better than my father, but his ghost still shaped me. I became a soldier of revenge, just like he wanted me to be. And so did my brother. Amon's story may be a lie, but I think he truly believes that bending is the source of all evil in the world."

"And he is going kill the source...with his bloodbending." I add on. "He uses his bloodbending to take people's bending away."

Tarrlok nods in confirmation. "Yes. I don't know how he does it, but then again, I've never encountered a bender as strong as Noatak."

I sigh in melancholy. How can anyone beat Amon now?

Wait.

His whole backstory is a lie, right?

That means...

"We can expose him! We can tell everyone that Amon is a bloodbender! He will lose his support!"

Tarrlok doesn't seem enthusiastic about the idea as he frowns and shakes his head. "That won't work. To the Equalists I'm a corrupt councilman and you're a traitor to all non-benders. They won't listen to us."

That doesn't stop me though, my determination rising. "Maybe, but if one of us tells Korra they might listen to her!"

Before one of us could say anything else, the door unlocks and opens. There I see the Lieutenant. I guess the Equalists busted him out of prison. Dammit.

"We meet again, Chi-Blocker." the Lieutenant mockingly comments as he grabs me and pulls me upward. "You're going to be transferred to the pro-bending arena. Let's get a move on."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." I tell him. I send Tarrlok an apologetic look as we both leave the councilman alone in the room.

We finally exit the airship and enter the arena. Once full of pro-bending posters and equipment now full of Equalist propaganda. As we walk towards to the newly-installed cells, I speak up.

"You're leader isn't who he says he is you know."

"Be silent." the Lieutenant immediately tells me, having no patience for me at all.

Despite his command, I continue with what I have to say. "It's true. Amon's a bloodbender. He used his bloodbending to take people's bending away. He's been lying to you all!"

The Lietenant growls at my claim. "Don't be ridiculous. Like I would believe you, traitorous scum!"

When we finally reach a cell he shoves me right in and I fall to the ground in pain.

"You and the Avatar have lost." he continues, taking pleasure in my pain. "Republic City now belongs to the Equalists. It won't be long before we equalise it, and as soon as that is done we will continue our quest to equalise the world. The Avatar doesn't have the power to stop Amon, and neither do you!"

After his speech he walks away, leaving me alone in my thoughts.

He's right about one thing: I don't have the power to stop Amon.

But Korra does.

I believe in her.

I know she can stop Amon. And she will.

I close my eyes in an effort to get some sleep.

The Equalists may have won this battle.

But Korra will win the war.

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And that's it! Hope you enjoyed it!

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

See you all in the next chapter! :D

[fwkei]

Time.

Kazutora x fem!reader (angst/fluff)

CW/TW: Mentions of suicide, (slight) mention of starvation.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR VALHALLA ARC

Note! Explanation of story at end just incase you’re confused also i apologize for mistakes, i did not read this over. 🙆🏻‍♀️

WC: 3.4k

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You sat at the edge of your seat. Watching the clock above your teacher's head ever so closely. 

“When you want to find the common di-” 

Suddenly the bell rang, interrupting your teacher from his final words. 

“Oh my bad, guess I lost track of time, anyways please remember to study for your quiz on Monday! I know it's a weekend, but save some time for academics!” said your teacher as your classmates packed up their stuff to leave. 

Today was Friday, meaning it was the day you get to visit Kazutora at juvie for the first time after Keisuke's death, and your attempt. It was 3:30, and visiting hours started at 4 to 5 every Friday for inmates. Running to the metro takes about 5-7 minutes, and walking from the station to the actual juvie takes about 20 minutes, while the ride lasts up to 10, meaning you should arrive there at around 4:10. And there's no time to waste. 

You ran out of class, ignoring your fellow classmates goodbyes. You held your book bag tight as you ran fast to the Tokyo station. Seeing you arrived just on time you jumped in just before the 3:30 o'clock train leaves to a different side of the district where Kazutora is being held. You held onto the rail beside you to keep yourself steady as the train started to move . 

You felt scared but happy to see Kazutora. He most probably didn't know you would be coming, he probably thought you would at most write letters to him, like before, but again...Kazutora believes that you hate him now. You didn't know what you were going to say to him. Draken told you that he already visited him while you were in psychiatric hold for a bit, and he told you that Kazutora was planning on killing himself. Draken did not specify if he told Kazutora about your own attempt but you didn't worry too much because you were healing, and you now had hope.  

Your heart was racing, as the train came to a stop. As the doors opened you ran, and fast. Dodging people to not hurt them and almost stepping on things you shouldn’t be stepping on. You checked the time to see it was 4:01, and you still had about 10 minutes worth of walking/running to cover. 

You were breathing heavily when the Juvenile building came into view. You checked the time again to see it was 4:11. You jogged to the doors of the building despite the fact that your thighs were burning from the amount of cardio you had just done. 

It's all worth it. 

You thought to yourself opening the doors. 

Kazutora sat on the bed of his bland and colorless cell. He signed as he looked up at the ceiling light before turning his position to look at the side of the wall. He held his pillow tight. He knew it was visiting day, and his heart was anxious despite the fact that others had already been called to see their visitors, and there was still no call for him. He didn't even expect any visitors.

Kazutora didn't know if he wanted to see you or not. He’s spent so much time alone in his cell thinking. He wondered if you had figured out the other reason for him stabbing his best friend, you could read people, but he knew you had a hard time reading him. He felt his heart ache. He was scared of the karma that would hit him because of it. Maybe not even Karma, but just some sort of punishment, for causing pain to the soul that cared for him so much, and for not being there for that soul when she needed it the most. Which... ultimately lead to your attempt, which Draken told him about during his visit. He shut his eyes as he remembered Draken's words. 

“I don’t wanna hear you say there is no point anymore. Because there is, and it’s kinda frustrating and irritating how you can’t see it even though it’s right there. She’s in psychiatric hold right now because she was close to ending her own life. After Baji died, and you were taken away, Y/n couldn't take it anymore, and no one could see it because she just...she just kept it in, like you do. She was going to die on Baji’s birthday if I wasn’t there to make her throw up the pills she took. Her and I may not be blood related siblings, but I know she’s been through a lot and has always gotten over it just fine, you know that...but this time...I got really fucking scared.”

Kazutora felt his heart drop to fucking hell at Draken’s words. He felt his breathing stop as his mouth parted.

“I know you love her, I'm not sure in what way but I could care less about that. I know, Kazutora. All those times you came crying to the brothel, crying into her arms, begging for some type of help and she helped you, lended you her body for you to cry on, I’d hear all of it. I know you’re hurting, but if you go, I don't think she will be able to live with herself. She’ll blame herself for not being there for you like she’s always been. Do you understand?”

He felt his body throb from literal physical pain. Kazutora was feeling and getting the punishment he deserved right then and there. 

“You owe it to her, whether you like it or not, to stay alive because she's doing the same for you. And once you’re out of here, you should finally grow up. Let her cry into your arms for once. She’s your best friend, right? Because she deserves for those efforts to be reciprocated. And you deserve to see what she’s gone through because of everything that happened. Take care, Kazutora.” 

Kazutora was lost in his own mind, to the point where he couldn't even register that one of the guards was calling his name from the cell door.

“Hm? I’m sorry I wasn't...uh, paying attention. What did you say?” he asked sitting up nervously 

“You got a visitor, kid. C’mon get up.” said the man unlocking his cell 

“A- visitor?” he said quietly getting up from his bed with shocked eyes 

It was already 4:15. Kazutora grew anxious at who his visitor could be. He was sure it wasn't you, your school is too far for you to make it here in time. There would only be a couple minutes to spare if you did try. Could it be Draken wanting to give him a word of advice? Or maybe Chifuyu.. Maybe Mikey? God, who could it be. It made him feel even more congested and trapped than before.  

As Kazutora walked, he looked down at his feet avoiding people's gazes. He saw the backs of his fellow juvenile delinquents from the side of his eye. His heartbeat became stronger, and he felt it thumbing in his ears. God, he didn't know what to expect. He was just so...frustrated. 

“Here, you have until 5.” said the guard, taking off his hand cuffs. His back was facing you. You grew anxious bringing your hands to rest on your things and skirt, waiting for him to turn around and look at you. You watched as he rubbed his wrists and sat down at the stool still not looking at you. You rubbed your hands together under the table separating you both, as the guard walked away to patrol. Your eyes followed the guard, not even noticing that Kazutora had turned to look at your face. 

Kazutora felt his face get hot at the sight of you. You had a school shirt on, with a dark blue tie and a sweater vest, Your hair tied into a low and messy bun with some of you natural and dyed hairs falling out framing your face. He felt his whole body go warm as you turned your head and gave him a nervous smile as a small blush formed. He didn't know why he was scared to see you, because every time Kazutora had the chance to see you, he instantly felt better, no matter what.

You two, and the other inmates and visitors, were all separated by a piece of plastic with a vent to capture sound better. On the side there was a subsection with an opening to the other side where you could pass things through. Such as notes, toys, hygiene stuff, and extra. You brought your hands to the table holding them.

“Hey...sorry I’m late.” you said as you saw Kazutora snap out of his gaze 

“Oh no I-, please don’t be..” he said waving his hands frantically, clearly nervous

“I had to run about 2 miles to get here..” you laughed trying to not tense up

Kazutora felt… stupid, why would you do that? Just to see him? It just made him even more confused...confused about how he felt towards you. 

“Just to see me? But..why?” he asked without thinking and just speaking, giving a regretful and embarrassed face after asking his question.

“Hm? Oh well it's simple really…” you said bringing your hands to rest in between your thighs on your seat 

“I know that I've told you that I don't like saying these words to people because it sounds like some sort of goodbye but it’s time I grow up from my past, and stop keeping things in..so…it’s because I love you... I thought that was fairly obvious but I don't wanna mess up like I did last time. I want you to know that I do love you and care for you.” you said giving him a closed eyed smile, this made Kazutora realize that you deeply regretted not telling Keisuke that you loved him more often when you two still had time. He felt his heart ache. He felt so guilty and gross.

“So, I’m gonna try and start saying that more often..” you said laughing to break the silence 

Kazutora was still speechless at what you had just said. He couldn’t seem to process it, and he wanted to say it back but for some reason he just couldn’t. He was afraid that something else might slip out. He truly didn't think he was worthy of your love and care. It became quiet. Again.

“I made you a bento box with your favorite things, I made sure to put some extra meat. Cause you always used to ask for that when I would make bentos for study days with you and Keisuke. And don’t worry! It’s allowed and you can have the kitchen hold it for you till you’re ready to eat it for today's dinner, the guards said so. And the container is microwave safe! So you can warm up the entree section. There’s rice and BBQ meat, little octopus shaped sausages and sauce with it! Oh and a salad with sesame dressing on the side, and desert which is just mochi. Every Friday I'll come by, and give you the new bento and you'll just give me back the old one, so that I can wash it and so we don't have to waste stuff.” you said smiling 

Your hand dung into your bag, and you pulled out a wooden bento box sliding it halfway through the subsection, but Kazutora hung his head low. You smiled, trying your best to make things right, as silence grew loud again. 

“I can also bring some mangas for you, I know you like shounen and also horror.. So I can buy some and give them to you so that you aren't bored! This week's shonen jump is good… It’s about a boy who is trying to save his mom, and ends up traveling across lands, with close friends, to get this special potion that will heal her, but I’ll make sure to look for some good horror manga too...I know you like stuff about folk tales, that sound okay?”  

Silence.

After a few minutes you spoke again.

“I decided to let my hair grow out cause I kinda miss having longer hair…There's this really pretty girl in my class who has long blonde hair.. Like Emma’s but longer and more wavy.. What about you? Anything you wanna do to your hair when you get out? I’ll take you to get it done-” 

Silence. 

The time now at 4:40. Kazutora bit his lip out of frustration, refusing to look up at you. 

“Oh! What about I bring over a sudoku book, so you can work on your academics as well! I can teach you how to play, it’s fun once you get the hang of it. Or I can bring just a simple literature book, it’s really up to you, I think both are great.” 

Silence. 

“Maybe markers so you can draw on yourself when you’re bored? I remember you doing that while I would tutor you and Keisuke. I can get big and small ones, and ones with different colors too. Also a sketch book, since you’re really good at drawing.” 

You were met with silence again. You felt your heart ache. Your eyes looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:47. You both were running out of time. About half an hour went by of your speaking, you giving a couple minutes in between waiting for him to speak back, but nothing. You clenched your hands into fists, biting your bottom lip as you looked down at your hands, resting on your thighs. 

You felt a strong feeling in your throat, the feeling you get when you’re about to sob. You were so frustrated, and you were trying to keep a level head. It was hard and you just wanted to fucking cry. 

“I- '' you said before closing your mouth realizing you were about to let out a whine. You didn't wanna cry, you wanted to say something but you were afraid that if you did, it would just come out as a sob.  

“I know it’s hard on you-” you said holding back your sobs while still looking down at your hands, letting your hairs cover your face 

“If you don’t want me here, I promise- that I’m fine with that...but~” you said in between pauses keeping your sobs in, but your last word came out shaky making Kazutora shoot his head to see you about to cry. 

He felt his heart ache once again. 

 “But please….jus-just say something. Anything. At least acknowledge that I'm here.” you cried quietly while tensing up your shoulders 

Kazutora frowned. This was his punishment. Seeing you cry, and not being able to hold and comfort you like he desperately wanted to. He opened his mouth, but closed it soon after when nothing came out. Not even a squeak, or whine, or breath. 

“I-”

You heard him say. You looked up with tears in your eyes seeing his face of desperation. 

Kazutora wanted to speak so badly, there were so many thoughts in his head he just could not push one out of his mouth, and he was afraid he might say something he would regret. He wanted to respond to everything you asked him, add commentary, tell you that you looked pretty today, say thank you for the food you made him. Tell you to not waste your tears on someone like him. Say sorry for making you feel uncomfortable because of his silence. God he just- 

“I love you-” he choked up and said in a louder tone causing your eyes to widen and mouth to part from shock at his sudden outburst.

He was avoiding your eyes as he spoke. 

“I- thank you, thank you so much for the food! Really! And I would really love whatever and everything you bring me.” he said, quieting down towards the end.  

“I...can’t put my thoughts into words… and I don’t wanna say something I’d regret. All this time I’ve just been lost in my own mind. I just want you to know that..that I really am in- that I really appreciate you. I want you..to be here, and I’m so...sorry for making you cry.” he said in between pauses of frustration and embarrassment 

You felt your body get warm, your heart beat was strong and you could feel it in your finger tips and temples. You opened your mouth to say something before Kazutora spoke again. 

“I..wanted to.. Wanted to help you...in just some way...after seeing you cry for the first time...with Baji in your arms….I shouldn't have stabbed Baji...I took the person you loved more than anything...away from you.. Because I was j- because I was so stupid, and still am. Even when you’ve done...so fucking much for me...I- and I took him from you...I just don’t get it… how can you have any empathy towards me anymore.. It doesn't make sense. I took so much from you… I killed Shinchiro, and I killed Baji. You loved them both...Mikey loved them both, why do..why do you even have any feeling towards me?” he said looking into your eyes with tears   

Your eyes softened at him. You took a small breath before saying-

“I thought I already told you why, Kazutora. I love you.” 

Kazutora felt a tear run down his cheek. He knew how much thought came behind those simple words. 

“I don’t need a reason to love you. Just like I don't need a reason to be hungry. It’s just there, and will continue to be there, you know what I mean? Same thing with everyone I love.” you said 

His breath hitched. The time now at 4:52.

“The only difference is I was in love with Keisuke. I still am in love with him. Even though he’s not here anymore. I know you might think I love him and Shinchiro and Mikey because they saved my life and helped me. But I was only so little. I had no concept of it. So was Keisuke. So was Mikey. Keisuke had no reason to come up to little me while I was starving on the ground practically dying. He just did it. He was too young to understand love. You think he understood his feelings for me the second he saw me? Or even with Mikey or Shinchiro. Of course not. They were just focussed on saving my life at the time. We discovered the love that was involved later. Even if it was too late to say anything about it. It took Kei and I about...hmmm..5-7 years maybe...to understand what we felt toward each other specifically. It is different with everyone. The love is just there, it’ll just be understood when the time is right. Like when your hunger just hits you. So when you ask me why I love you, or care for you, or forgive you. I just can’t give you a simple answer, even if I wanted to….because there's so much. Too much.” 

Kazutora understood your words. He really did. It made so much sense to him and he just wanted to scream.

Why? Well.. 

“The time will come where you believe that you're worthy of someone else's love and even your own, and even worth loving someone else yourself. So don’t worry. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes. Even if it takes all the time in the world, okay?” you said smiling at him leaving him with shocked eyes

“Alright times up! 5 o'clock!” yelled a guard 

“Well, I'll see you next Friday, okay? I’ll bring over some manga, oh! And don't forget the bento!” you said getting up from your seat as Kazutora did the same keeping his hands on the table as the guard came to cuff them 

“Y/n I-I’m…”

No. He can’t say it. He can never ever say it. Why? And say what? 

Because he will never be him. He can never be like him for you, and he was perfect for you. He was the one there for you. He had the time to love you. He was the one. He could never even compete. Not after what he did. Not after the jealousy and envy grew and brewed inside him towards him. He is filthy. Not worthy of your love. Right? 

But someday, he desperately and genuinely wants to allow himself to be loved, and to love. Kazutora will forever be longing for that moment. And when he can love, and allow himself to be loved, he wants it to be with you. 

But till that time comes..

“I’ll...really be looking forward to it.” he said biting back his words and smiling softly 

“Likewise.” you said smiling as you both parted your ways, at least for the time being. 

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Explanation/note: when i wrote this, i made y/n be a ‘foster’ siblings with Draken and childhood friends with Mikey and Keisuke. << Reason being is because i gave her a backstory where she was neglected and ran away, hence her having a more naturing personality. Y/n and Keisuke were a couple till he died but Kazutora always loved Y/n so it’s a love triangle in a way? I don’t know, but Kazutora grew envious of Keisuke in this ff which ended up being a motive to stabbing him during the fight, to which he later regrets and gets punishment for. Y/n in the story doesn’t know that so that’s why Kazutora can’t accept her love for real because he doesn't know if Y/n will really forgive him after that, and Kazutora won’t be able to learn/accept love till he admits what he did. Holding in that secret, and being in love with Y/n makes him feel frustrated and act out. And obviously time is the theme of this whole story. Kazutora at the end decided to avoid his feelings because the way things are going right now fro the time being for him are fine because he doesn't believe he deserves anything more.  But that can only last for so long, so he’s gambling with his relationship with you. He thinks of it as his punishment for now, not being able to tell you how he really feels, and not being able to comfort you.

ANYWAYS hope you liked it, sorry if it’s confusing. 

[thebadbatch]

Hii, I have a request.

Could you please write reader and Crosshair being besties, but she thinks he doesn’t care much about her, until one day she’s pretty sick and he helps her and show a lot of affection? Thanks. And please be aware that your writing is a delight

A/N: I loved writing this one! I really love it when the members of the Bad Batch take care of the reader. Also thank you so much! You made my day! :D

Crosshair x Sick!Reader

Plot: After a visit to a new planet you end up facing an illness along with worries that Crosshair doesn't care about you. The others are there but you want Crosshair, will he help?

Warnings: Mentions of occasional injections but the description is light! Detailed descriptions of being unwell.

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It's just what we do.

Smiling wide you all rushed back onto the Havoc Marauder, hiding away from bullets and shooting a few of your own back at your enemies. The ramp soon shut closed and tech took over the flying controls to get you all the hell out of there within what felt like such a swift routine movement. Sighing lightly with relief, you shoved your blasters back into their holds against your armour and removed your helmet, smiling over at Crosshair first. He just nodded slightly in your direction before speaking lightly, 

"Good job, y/n." He soon walked away to get himself some caf that he knew was left as he always took first dibs on that. You couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and confidence at your best friend's words though, he rarely gave out compliments but when he did? They just felt right and stronger than any others. Swiftly you moved in the room with him, following his movements. 

"You think so?" You asked, attempting to get a little more affection out of him. Those three words were enough though and you knew that, but you always liked to tease him. That's just what best friends did. 

"Mhm." He hummed, sipping at the hot liquid and relaxing against the side. Laughing a little you turned and bumped into Tech, causing you to wobble a little on your feet. 

"Ah y/n, just who I need to see." You stood back, a sheepish grin upon your face with Crosshair behind you - a little intrigued about what he needed you for. "I need to do a medi scan on you." Sighing lightly you tucked your helmet under your arm, tilting your head. 

"Have you updated it or something, Teccie?" He rolled his eyes playfully at your words before typing into his datapad. 

"No, I simply need to check your health after our visit to that planet. I didn't realize at the time but you aren't a clone like us, I suppose that slipped my mind." He took a breath inwards, gently pulling you with him much to Crosshair's confusion. "That planet is known for its illnesses and diseases, us clones won't be affected but you may be." Fear rushed through your body at the thought, gazing behind you to see Crosshair who wasn't even looking in your direction - if anything he just shrugged and continued to drink his caf. Did he even care that you could get sick? Clearly not. Nodding lightly you sat where Tech had sat you upon the med table, running the scanner across your body. 

"Am I sick?" You asked, trying to keep your voice straight. You absolutely hated being unwell, it was horrible and tiring and you never got better quickly as you used to have to fight illnesses alone. "I don't want to be sick, I hate it." Tech nodded softly at your words before a quick beep alerted him that the information was ready and he sighed lightly. 

"Your body is currently fighting off an illness, but it seems as if it should go okay. I may have to apply a shot now of medicine to help and you'll have to rest as soon as possible." He paused for a moment gazing at your worried expression, "I'll alert the others to your possible condition." You couldn't even respond to much in return, why on earth did you have to take part in that mission oh maker. 

"But I feel fine…" You replied wearily as Tech got some medicine adjusted in the form of a shot. 

"You'll feel fine whilst your body fights it off, and hopefully you continue to feel fine - but you need to rest and have this to ensure you successfully fight the illness off." Nodding softly you allowed him to give you the medicine as you turned away, wincing lightly. He smiled and turned you back to him. "All done. Please go and rest now, I will bring you your food once it's time to eat." Standing quickly, you folded your arms across your chest and made your way to your assigned bunk. Sitting against it you huffed lightly before laying against the pillows and blankets. Maybe falling asleep like Tech suggested would pass time and help, besides there wasn't much else to do. Closing your eyes, you allowed sleep to overtake you as quickly as you had thought about it. Maybe once you woke up, you could go and see Cross.

"Y/n, it's time for you to eat." Opening your eyes was an intense struggle, your entire body feeling weighed down didn't help as you turned your head to gaze at Tech. 

"No thanks." You mumbled out, squeezing your eyes shut to try and help you battle the wave of pain that engulfed your body. Wincing lightly, you exhaled a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Re-opening your eyes to see Hunter, Wrecker and Echo beside Tech gazing at you with concern. 

"I brought you Lula, y/n!" Wrecker softly spoke, softly placing her into your arms. Holding her closely you hummed lightly in thanks, everything beginning to just feel worse and worse. 

"Don't wanna get you all sick." You mumbled out, wishing you hadn't spoken at all as all of your previous energy completely vanished. Tech laughed lightly which resulted in Hunter lightly smacking his shoulder.

"We can't get sick, so don't worry. We're clones so we're genetically engineered to not get sick." Nodding again you buried yourself into the blankets trying to overcome another wave of pain.

"Do you need anything?" Hunter asked, gently touching your forehead a little shocked at how much you were burning up. Echo softly ensured the blanket was over you okay before you managed to whisper out:

"Cross." They nodded gently and left the room,

"Call us if you need anything else." In all honesty you felt as if Crosshair had completely abandoned you, everybody else had come in to check on you so why not him? A while had passed with you withering in agony, unable to fall asleep whilst the illness had a hold upon you. Your door soon swiftly opened and slid shut which made you sigh gently, it was probably Tech with another shot of medicine.

" No more." You barely whispered before a gentle hand was pressed against your forehead, fingertips brushing strands of hair away from your face.

" No more." Crosshair repeated gently, placing a cold cloth against your forehead in light hopes that it would help Your scorching temperature to come down. " I'm sorry it took me so long to come to you cyar'ika..." He took a gentle breath before helping you sit up a little, pressing a cold cup of water to your lips which felt nice but was rather difficult. " I hope I'm still your best friend?" His voice was rather hopeful which made you smile as he placed the cup down, helping you lay back against the blankets.

" Mhm, my best friend." You managed to speak, Smiling against the pain waving itself through your body, The door opening to reveal Tech holding a shot made you sigh and Crosshair grumble as he stood, taking the shot and nudging Tech back out.

"I've got this." Tech held up a finger as he was about to speak, the door just slamming in his face which made you giggle a little. "I'm sorry, yln - one more shot to feel better okay?" Softly sighing a little, he rolled up your sleeve and injected the medicine, planting a friendly kiss to the top of your forehead to help you through it. " All done" He hummed, gently helping you lay on the further side of the bed with him climbing beside you, hugging you gently against him. Smiling again, you felt a shudder of warmth coat your body as You hid into Cross allowing him to rub calming circles against your back. "It's alright, I won't go - you wouldn't leave me if I needed you." Gently gripping onto his blacks you finally shut your eyes,not feeling so alone as before.

"Thank you for staying, Cross." He just smiled as sleep soon followed your sentence, light snores leaving your mouth.

"It's just what we do…"

Once you had awoken folly, you finally felt better thanks to the medicine and a sleeping Crosshair laying next to you Still deep within his own rest. Stretching gently, you lay Lula beside him and climb out of the bank to tell the others the good news. Over the next few days your friendship grew even Stronger with Crosshair after he took care of You during your weakest moment. You'd both live to each other's weakest moments but you'd always both be there for one another. That's just what best friends did.

[scarlet-fantasies]

i don’t wanna be greedy but ur werewolf eren headcanons we’re so good 😫 can i pls get some more 😂😂 like maybe pregnancy headcanons or something? thank u ❤️ also i love ur blog sm i always find myself rereading ur work <3

Hi anon(s),

No you're completely fine. I'm so glad you liked them. And of course you can. And awww thank you, I'm touched. Don't ever feel like your asking for to much I love writing about Eren soooo much.

-Scarlet.

Prompt

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Eren as a werewolf bf w human gf

Yeager brothers as werewolves

Werewolf Eren with pregnant gf (human)

Gosh, I'm so happy to finally write this. Ugh so cute.

Okay so let me just say this, Werewolf Eren is horny all the time so it's no surprise that you became pregnant at one point.

Probably with being with him for a while, like maybe even a couple years in a relationship and just having an epic love with him.

Now I think you probably thought having a kid with a werewolf was either impossible or that the chances were just so slim so you probably never thought about pregnancy since well no one said a damn thing.

And Eren didn't think of it either even tho he knew you could he just assumed you knew.

Also, let me just say that you are probably having more than one kid at once cause, werewolves reproduce like dogs so prepare for some pack of kids. So at least twins, lol.

Tho it could be a rare chance if you only have one.

Anyways let's talk about how you found out:

You had been feeling sick for a whole week and you and Eren assumed it was just your period attacking you before it would show up or that you just caught a bug of some sort.

Though by now in the second week you weren't sick but more or so just different. You had so much energy, it even surprised Eren.

Everything about you was heightened, cause werewolf babies give you side effects obviously.

So yes you were energetic and probably a little stronger than you were.

But the biggest thing that made you worry was when Sasha pointed out how you didn't fit your dress/sweaters the same way you did. When you were getting ready with her and Mikasa.

"I don't know Y/n, something about you is different. I'm not saying your fat tho." She'd clarify making you laugh.

"No, no its fine . . . but I have been eating a little more. I honestly, can't help it."

"Really? Anything else?"

"Yeah, I have a lot of energy and I don't work out but I feel stronger. By the way, is hot in here?" You'd explain, fanning yourself.

Seeing werewolves are always warm your body heat mixed with a baby that is part wolf might make you feel a little hotter.

"Oh my gosh, Y/n!" Sasha and Mikasa would exclaim looking shocked.

"What?!" You'd look at them worried.

"You're pregnant!" They both shouted, screaming and hugging you.

After some explaining and acceptance of your pregnancy, you began to connect all the dots and no longer doubted it. You were happy but worried about what Eren would say. Of course, you had to tell him.

You kept it secret for a few days seeing you're worried and unsure of how to tell him. Tho it all happened so unexpectedly, seeing that he came home early he caught you reading a baby name book Mikasa gave you.

“Hi y/n what are you reading?” He’d look over as you were hiding the book from his sight. Well trying to.

“Hi y/n what are you reading?” He’d look over as you were hiding the book from his sight. Well trying to.

“Ahh nothing—just some b—“

“Baby names?” He'd ask, grabbing the book from your hands.

“I—Eren I can explain. . . I didn’t think it would happen or that it could but-“

“You’re pregnant . . ?” He’d ask with a little smile.

“Yeah, i didn’t—“

“Took you long enough.” He’d joke, grinning at you.

“Eren Yeager. What is that supposed to mean?’ You’d sass.

“Whatever you want it to mean.” He’d tease before kissing you.

He’d pull away, “I’m so glad I wasn’t wrong about this.” He’d grin putting a hand on your belly.

“You knew?”

“I suspected. You were acting different. . . and you, a little bit of weight gain.” Hearing this you’d gasp before he clarified.

“Which is exactly what you needed. I’m really glad we’re going to have babies.” He’d smile bringing you in a hug and kiss your head.

Taken back his words you’d say, “Um Eren, it’s only one. We’re having one baby.”

“Babe I hate to break it to you but werewolves never have just one kid. That's like really rare.”

“What!?”

“We have multiple.”

“S-so then how many am I going to have?!” You'd look at him with wide eyes.

“Probably 6—-or four! I don’t know. But please tell me you want them too?” He saw your worry and tried to scare you less.

“Yes of course I want them. I just don’t know how this is all going to work. I’ve never been a mom, let alone for more than one kid.”

“Y/n it’s going to be fine. Let’s take this slow, alright? I’m going to call my dad tomorrow so he can check on you and I’ll be there too. Sasha knows a lot about this too, so don't worry.”

His dad is probably a doctor still, but as a cover-up.

So yes you two were excited obviously they explained to you what changes you may feel and obviously what not to do but seeing you didn't have a lot of issues you didn't think you'd have a lot of side effects, at least not in the beginning.

But that later on changed and Eren still loved you nonetheless even tho your anger may have increased seeing that you were probably carrying 2+ children in you.

I mean you could definitely break down a door with all the strength you have now, you could probably even break people's bones and beat up whole men (depending on how strong you are of course).

Any you know since there little wolves the anger only doubles and triples in you. So you need to be relaxed since your emotions are very unstable.

Your eyes probably turn orange sometimes for only a second, it’s like a small flash. And it’s only when you get mad.

Eren's taught you a lot about controlling it but he knows the struggle. He usually makes sure you're not mad so that you don't get carried away. But with anger comes emotions, so you are also probably very emotional too.

"Y/n, it's fine."

"No, it's not."

"Hey, look at me." He'd say softly, towering over you with his height.

You shook your head whilst looking at him with teary eyes. "Eren, I can't do this anymore. I never w-wanted to be a werewolf which is exactly w-why you didn't turn me, and now all these side effects basically classify me as one and I-I don't want that. It's s-so hard. I get angry so fast, I have so much energy that I can't sleep, I'm hungry, my nails keep getting longer, I can hear so many sounds and I feel so much pain. I'm out of control--I don't even know how you're keeping up with me. Even Zeke can't handle me when you leave him to babysit." You'd cover your hands with your face only to cry being so overwhelmed with the millions of things you were experiencing.

He'd pull you into a hug and shower you with kisses."Shhh, hey, look at me. It's going to be okay. You have me, and I know what to do. So no matter what happens it's going to be okay. You're not out of control, you're just pregnant." He'd reassure you.

Now apart from being really angry and emotional, you also might be hungry and everything you feel in your pregnancy is double what a human would feel so just imagine how annoying that could be.

Though Eren completely understands and allows you to blame him for all this. And trust me you'll definitely want to blame him for your hair growing out faster which means you shave a lot more frequently.

"This is so annoying, I'm waxing almost every day, lucky if it's only every week." You'd complain, sitting on a chair whilst Eren was crouched down putting on the waxing cream on your legs.

"Correction, I'm waxing them for you." He'd remind teasing you.

"That's your fault for making me pregnant." You'd cross your arms.

"Oh really? So it's my fault that this happened?" He'd grin whilst putting the strips on your legs.

"You're the one with a high--Ow! Eren!" You'd wince as you felt him rip off the strip unexpectedly. It didn't hurt too much but it hurt.

"What was that, sweetheart?" He'd laugh.

"You're such an ass. I hate you." You'd whine.

"I love you more." He'd laugh before kissing you and your belly.

Another side effect is that your sex drive has gone up so you are either as horny as Eren or worse. 😂

So he sees a side he doesn't normally see, and even tho you can have sex during your pregnancy he doesn't always want to cause he thinks he'll hurt you, so you might be sexually frustrated and after some convincing, he might cave and actually just do it with you.

"Eren." You'd whine whilst sitting on his lap and kissing his jawline.

"Hey, what's gotten into you?"

"What, I can't kiss you?" You'd flash him an innocent smile.

"No---wait a minute."

"Hm?" You'd hum whilst kissing him a slightly grinding on him.

"Are---Are you horny right now?"

You'd pausing hearing this made you blush, you were never the horny one in the relationship, it was always him. Now things were changing and let's just say it made you a little awkward.

"I---I uh--Gosh, stupid side effects." You'd groan getting off him only for him to pull you into his lap.

“Baby don’t be shy . . . You know, as cute as it is you know I’m worried about you getting hurt right?” He’d frown, wanting to meet your needs but still worried.

“But Eren I’m fine. Nothing's going to happen.”

“Babe nothings going to change my mind. It’s still a no.”

“Fine, I’m going to bed then. I guess I bought that lingerie for nothing.” You’d mention getting up from his lap and heading to your room.

He’d come up behind you with a change of heart. “Hmm, on second thought why don’t you show me. I’ve been dying to see you these couple of months.”

If it wasn’t enough for him you’d probably strip in front of him all the time when you were alone with him to get his attention and it works.

Because of the side effects, you have to stay away from Wolfsbane and sliver. They won’t kill you but it will hurt you.

Now apart from the side effects let’s talk about the cute stuff but maybe strange things.

Because your babies are werewolves, I picture you have 3 or 4. And so let’s just say they kick a lot. And it hurts but something that scared you but also made you emotional is that you got to see one of your children’s handprints against your belly. You told Eren to come in the room right away while you were getting ready to change. It was a very cute moment for you both. And Eren definitely took a picture.

Apart from all the crazy things you deal with during the pregnancy, there are very loving moments for you and Eren.

Like when he kisses your baby bump, or how he talks to his kids.

Even when he says he loves you both and how everyday before he leaves he kisses you and your stomach.

He always talks about what they could be named.

Loves to listen to the heartbeat of his children too. He can probably tell which one is which and has already gotten names for them.

He helps you change clothes or even carries you. And even feeds you if you allow him.

If your reading a baby book you’ll find that he stares at you and thinks you look cute carrying his babies.

He made a nursery with the help of his friends and you love him for it.

Okay so the labor, I’ll be general with it but it hurt a lot. The contractions had you screaming it honestly may have even scared him. Seeing your outburst of a scream so sudden.

Your anger can also take over during this time. And things can get out of hand so obviously, it’d have to be a natural birth and probably not at a hospital so you only have the help of his friends and family.

He held your hand of course and he told you to breathe and he was worried about you. But it was a success.

After lots of pain and having your eyes change color once again😂😂.

Though if Eren wasn’t around I could totally see his brother being there for you since he probably likes you in this au and well your family by this point so you matter.

Anyways when the babies were born you both were just so happy. You were obviously relieved when you got to hold them and probably even cried from being overwhelmed.

You two learned the basics and whatnot and took turns on taking care of them at night. You probably fell asleep in the nursery chair a couple times too bc you were exhausted and Eren always found jt cute so he used to carry you and put you to bed.

In the mornings when you would hold one of your babies, seeing it was your first one that woke up from a nap you were spending time with it (hence the photo above) Eren found the sight of you with his child to be so adorable.

He helps you with feeding them, bathing them, etc.

But he won’t it admit but he likes it when you breastfeed them. But not in a sick way.

He loves watching you nurture them and how you worry for them. And he does the same and he worries about you see that you put your babies first and hardly think of yourself now.

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[slasherbastard]

wanna say that I first saw some of your things on ao3 and you're probably one of my favorite slashers x reader authors!!!!! if requests are still open with the prompt list, how about 9, 12, and 13 with Billy Lenz. (and preferably male reader.)

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You and Billy decided to go camping Word count: 1529 Note: Thank you! You're so sweet aw!

You don't know how you did it but somehow you managed to convince Billy to get out of the attic and go camping with you. You were a little worried about how the camping trip would play out since you knew that Billy wasn't the outdoorsy type - in fact, you weren't actually sure when the last time Billy went out was since all he seemed to know were the attics of the different houses he's hidden in - but at the same time you were way too excited to worry about it. You had never been camping before except for that one time when your parents set up a tent in your backyard for you and your siblings to sleep in but it didn't last since the three of you chickened out after hearing weird noises barely an hour after you'd gotten ready to sleep but this time you were planning on doing it right.

our siblings however were replaced by a man who you found hidden in the family house's attic. It was a long story that started with a sorority house near the university a few miles out from where you lived, your sister lived in the sorority house he was hiding in at the time and did manage to escape and the so called "moaner" was never found. . .until a few weeks after the incident. At first you thought he showed up so he could terrorise your sister who was still very shaken up about what happened, You hadn't realised he was even there until you woke up one night to soft footsteps pacing around the second floor just outside your bedroom door. Thinking it was your sister, you opened it but instead you were met with an unfamiliar face and that's when he told you he wasn't here for your sister but he was actually there for you. You came to visit your sister during the school year and that was the moment you got to witness one of the moaner's infamous phone calls your sister had been telling you about first hand as you had to answer the call because the girls thought it'd be funny to hear the moaner's reaction to a guy, but he just seemed way more into it. So now here you were, going on a camping trip with him.

As you drove you hyped this idea up to Billy, he was nervous about leaving the attic but he was also excited because he got to spend the weekend with you where he didn't have to worry about anyone in your family discovering him accidentally. Billy didn't really know much about camping except from what he'd seen in the horror movies you watched with him that one time but you had to reassure him that this wasn't going to be like Friday the 13th and as much as you wanted to meet Jason Voorhees, he wasn't invited. 'Remember, what do we do if we see any random rock piles or stick figures hanging from trees?'

'Get out of there?'

You nodded and pulled up into the parking lot and split all the bags and equipment between the two of you and set off to find the camping site while Billy quietly muttered things to himself about witches and masked murderers. Soon enough the two of you found a clearing in the middle of the woods just perfect for the occasion and you began building the tent while Billy was out not too far from you collecting sticks for the fire. Of course you had planned to do all the cliché things you thought about when camping came up, smores, campfire songs and ghost stories to name a few of them. You wanted to try sleeping under the stars because you thought it was really cute but then you remembered that bugs exist so that was instantly scratched off the list. You were so caught up with setting up the tent that you hadn't noticed Billy had already came back holding enough sticks to build a small hut with, you could really tell that this was Billy's first time camping. Also how did he carry all of them? Sometimes you forget that Billy is stronger than he looks - not that strong, but still a bit strong.

'Oh! Billy- you scared me. Just put those somewhere out of the way and come help me with this.' You nodded your head towards the tent and continued hammering the stakes down, you heard the abundance of sticks hitting the ground before Billy popped up beside you. 'Can I trust you with this?' You held the hammer up and he nodded a little to excitedly and you hoped that it was because he was excited to be helping you and not because he planned on doing you know what. 'Okay, just hammer in the other two stakes like this. I'm gonna start on the fire.' You handed Billy the hammer and told him to be careful before going off and picking up more than enough from that pile of sticks Billy found and began setting up the campfire, holding it up with rocks you'd also gotten him to find while you were still working out how to put the tent up.

By the time everything had been set up night was already falling since you'd left a little later than you wanted to since you had to be 100% sure that nobody would be home to see the two of you sneak out - but that meant that it was closer to dinner and you of course wanted to make smores, it was exciting since you hadn't had proper smores in a long time and you were sure that Billy had never had smores in his life. At first Billy was just happy eating the ingredients on their own when you had your back turned to him but eventually you managed to make a smore and gave it to Billy who didn't hesitate and bit into it, his eyes immediately lighting up as he swallowed the treat whole without choking and looked at you. 'More.'

'Hey hang on, I need to have some too.' You laughed and handed him a stick with a marshmallow on it. 'Don't eat this one this time or we won't have enough for the rest of the trip.'

After "dinner" the two of you cuddled while you played with Billy's hair idly and warmed up by the fire - Billy kept trying to touch the flames and playing with his hair was the only thing keeping him still and preventing himself from getting hurt. In that moment time seemed to stop and nobody else existed except for you and him and you couldn't help but look watch him and wonder if it was possible to love someone so much even though he was walking proof of it. He turned to you and his expression softened. 'Is Y/N okay?'

'What?' you shook your head, not paying attention.

'Is Y/N okay?'

You smiled. 'Yeah, I was just thinking about something.'

'Me?'

'Maybe.' You tried to hide your smile but couldn't help yourself as you looked up at him and realised he was a bit of a messy eater. 'You still have crumbs on your face. Come here.' You pulled yourself up to his face and brought your hand up and swiped the crumbs from his lip before the same idea clicked in both your minds and the two of you leaned and kissed, his hands found your back while you gently tugged at his hair but pulled back before things got too heated. 'Your lips still taste like chocolate.'

A yawn escaped your mouth, ruining that small moment you were having and you dropped your hand and rested your head on Billy's shoulder. 'It's getting late, maybe we should call it a night.'

'No. We still have so much to do! Billy wants to hear ghost stories.'

'We can do that tomorrow, plus we're here for two more days.'

Billy sighed in defeat but got up and got into the tent while you put out the fire before joining him only to find a sight that made you laugh. You had entered the tent to find that all the pillows were on Billy's side as he comfortably snuggled into them and pulled his sleeping bag up to his chin. The only things safe from his wraith was your sleeping bag and the extra blanket that was stretched out over yours and Billy's sleeping bags that you brought for extra warmth. Rolling your eyes, you got into your own sleeping bag and moved sideways so your head was resting on Billy's stomach instead of the thin fabric of the tent's floor. Confused, Billy tried to sit up and you met his eyes. 'What? You took all the pillows, so I'm using you as one.' You innocently spoke and curled up into him

'Say that again.'

'Hmm? Were you not listening.'

'No. Billy just likes hearing your voice.' You hid your face as you felt it heating up, sometimes he could be the horniest mess of a human but he was also such a sweetheart.