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You Believe in Santa?! | Obey Me Platonic HCs

Inspired by this weird half-joke I play on my sister every year, where I lie and tell her I believe in Santa. This has been going on for years now- I have NO clue how this started, and I'm in too deep to stop now... Also because I think(?) I've talked myself into thinking Santa exists; which is why I describe it as a half-joke.

Ft. The Demon Bros!

Tw: Mentions of Satan loving you but it can be read as platonic; You get called adorable; 1 mention of cancelling; Mammon slander (I'm sorry!!); Let me know if I need to add more!

Also, this is implied to be taking place in season 1 of the original game!

Published: December 9, 2023

Words: 3,500 (500 per bro)

Pages: 9.7 (1.4 on average)

Lucifer:

You know that face Lucifer makes whenever he's disappointed or tired? Yeah, he makes that expression when you tell him you believe in Santa. He can't tell if you're lying or not, which is odd for him because he can usually tell when you're lying; even if you're good at it.

"Do you actually believe that?" He'll inevitably question you. You'll tell him 'yes' with a cheery smile and chipper tone, but something about your behavior makes it difficult for him to fully believe you.

Whether you want to tell him the truth or not is up to you. If you do, and you ask him to keep your secret, he'll smile and agree. Although, chances are that he'll let Diavolo and Barbatos in on it. He might also tease Mammon when he inevitably starts to think Santa's real, too. But if you don't, he'll spend the next few weeks- if not, the entire holiday season- trying to figure out if you actually believe what you're saying. And while he's doing that, he's also trying to decide if he should tell you the truth or not.

If you're fifteen or below, he probably won't. If you're in your thirties or above, he probably will. And if you're in between, then he's probably going to try and let you down privately and softly. It all depends on how mature you usually act, and on how dedicated you are to keeping up this lie.

He's not gonna be happy when Solomon inevitably starts going around and telling people Santa's real. It doesn't matter if Lucifer's in on it or not. If he knows, he doesn't like it because Solomon's very shifty and he doesn't like having those kinds of people around his family. But he ultimately won't do anything to ruin your fun; he'll just tell you to be careful and keep an extra careful eye on you. But if Lucifer doesn't know, then he doesn't like it because he thinks Solomon's getting your hopes up, and he doesn't want you to be upset when you 'learn the truth'. In response, he'll corner Solomon in one of RAD's hallways and threaten the sorcerer into silence.

He'll be confused when he finds a gift from 'Santa Claus' underneath the tree on Christmas day. When he doesn't recognize the handwriting, he'll cautiously open the box, believing it to be some sort of prank. Only to be stumped when he finds what seems to be a custom blend of tea. Curiously, he'll brew himself a cup, only to spit it right back out upon tasting it. It was horrid. So much so that only one person could have made him the gift. Solomon.

The sorcerer's going to be in a world of pain soon...

Mammon:

"Pfft, Santa ain't real! If he was, then he would've given me a limitless credit card ages ago!" Mammon scoffs upon hearing you. If Lucifer's nearby, he'll immediately get a smack on the head. Still, he won't start feeling bad until he spots you pouting at him.

Your age doesn't matter. When you first start saying stuff like this, he's gonna be blunt and tell you that you're stupid. But if you keep it up, he'll slowly get softer and softer on you. Until, eventually, he stops telling you altogether. Keep it up some more, and with some help from Solomon, then he'll start to believe you're telling the truth. Maybe he'll to the conclusion that Santa only visits human worlders'. Did Solomon plant that thought? Maybe.

He doesn't care when the others tease him. He's be too busy being pissed at Santa Claus for only giving humans gifts when 'The GREAT Mammon is only one world away!' Starts scheming about how he can sneak his way into the human world Christmas night so he can finally get that limitless card he wants. And yes, he's forcing you to help him. He's gonna say it's only because you're from the human world, but everybody knows that's just an excuse.

He nearly gets to the human world. But as usual, he gets overconfident and brags about his plan in extreme detail. And as usual, Lucifer overheard and hung him upside down for the next day. You get strung up as well for helping him, but if Lucifer's not in on the secret, and you sorrowfully say 'but I wanted him to meet Santa...', then it'll only be for an hour. A side effect of saying this? Mammon starts feeling sad for you.

When he's finally let down, one of the first things he does is visit Solomon. He's not stupid, he knows Lucifer's keeping a close eye on him now. But he knows that Solomon has easy access to the human world, and with his age, he's surely met Santa before, right? So maybe the sorcerer could get the old man to write him a letter and make him a gift? To cheer you up!

He's pleasantly surprised on Christmas morning, when he discovers that Santa decided to make gifts for the whole family. He's a bit disappointed when he opens his present and discovers golden coins instead of a limitless card. But he perks back up when he realizes he's got fifty of them, with each being the height of his thumb! Excitedly, he contacted some demons he could pawn these off to... Only to be laughed at when one of those demons pulled the- fake- gold off to reveal it was actually chocolate!

To make things worse, they tasted horrible! Didn't you say only bad people get bad gifts?!

Leviathan:

He gives you a deadpan look, the words 'I can't believe I live with this normie' echoing in his mind. He's got half a mind to tell you the truth, but his perspective on things changes when he finds a new anime called 'I Used To Believe In Santa Claus, But Then My Otaku Best Friend Told Me The Truth Which Really Strained Our Relationship, And I Just Met An Elf And I Think I'm Falling In Love With Him, But I Don't Know What To Do...!' ('Santa Claus Belief', for short) which completely changed his perspective on things.

He ultimately decides not to tell you, or else he could risk losing you just like the Otaku in Santa Claus Belief did! Sure, the Otaku and the MC made up in the end, but that's completely different! He's, well, himself, and it's only gonna be a matter of time until that weird kindness of yours runs out and you abandon him. It's with this thought in mind that he doesn't even tease Mammon when he starts thinking Santa's real, too. This actually makes Mammon suspicious, but when he goes to check on his little brother, he gets nothing. So, he goes to you, Levi's Henry, and asks you to figure out the problem.

Getting him to admit his worries isn't hard. Just hang out with him in the safety of his room, and when the time is right, bring up how Henry and The Lord of Shadow are always honest with one another. Is it hypocritical? Yes. But when he finally admits his grievances to you, you start to feel guilty and tell him your secret. He gets a bit flustered at first, but he cheers up when he remembers how well you've tricked Mammon.

He can't help but join his brothers on teasing the secondborn after that. And sometimes, he teams up with Solomon to further mess with Mammon's head. Although, these are more spur-of-the-moment than planned.

Come Christmas day, and he immediately knows the present from 'Santa Claus' is actually from either you or Solomon. Curiously, he opens it, and is immediately ecstatic to find a chocolate Ruri-Chan figurine inside of it. He stays in that high for a while, until he realizes that it's only a matter of time until the figurine melts. To try and stop it, he goes and turns down the house's temperature to zero. And then he does it several more times, because everyone else keeps turning it up, until Lucifer threatens to give the figurine to Beel.

So, he goes to Solomon to get some sort of freezing spell that he can put on it. He's shocked when Solomon, a bit disappointed to find the figurine still intact, admits that he was the one who made it. Still, Solomon casts the spell, and Levi leaves; troubled knowing his beloved Ruri-Chan contains pure horrors.

Satan:

Becomes curious when he hears you still believe in Santa Claus. From the human books he's read, all humans learn the truth about Santa sometime in their early teen years. If not, a couple of years before then. So, he starts asking you why you still believe in Father Christmas. Naturally, you tell him it's because you've gotten a present from him every year without fail.

This sparks a conflict within Satan. With you being in the Devildom, far from the loved ones who'd no doubt been keeping this delusion of yours alive, you'd surely learn the truth... But that means you'd get your childhood dreams shattered on Christmas day. One of the happiest days of the year for humans.

With a heavy heart, he decides to tell you the truth a few weeks before Christmas, hoping that your mourning period would end before then. But when he does, you assure him of the opposite. And you do so while keeping your cheery mood; not even feeling an iota of wrath. He asks you about it, and you tell him that nearly everyone you've ever known during the holidays has tried telling you the same. It's here that he becomes fascinated with how resolute humans are- especially you.

He's tempted to try and use facts and logic to break through to you, but he ultimately decides not to. He loves you, and the thought of ruining your childhood memories makes him angry with himself. And the possibility of having to do it multiple times doesn't help. And so, he decides to go out and buy you a second Christmas present- one from 'Santa Claus'. He ends up buying you both presents, however, when he discovers a pair of magical books that allow for interdimensional communication! He wraps them both up and puts an illusion spell on the 'to's and 'from's to keep you from recognizing his handwriting.

��However, come Christmas Day, he's incredibly confused upon finding a second gift from Santa. Sensing an illusion spell on it, he dissipates and instantly recognizes it to be Solomon's handwriting. Instantly, he's on guard. He's heard that the sorcerer's been helping keep your lifelong beliefs alive, which soothes some of his eternal anger. And the fact that he's apparently convinced Mammon that Santa is real brings a smile to his face. But Solomon's always got an angle, and he doesn't know how pretending to be Santa Claus and sending his entire family gifts will benefit him... But he decides to forget about it when he sees Lucifer spitting tea from 'Santa' into the kitchen sink.

Opening his present, he finds a book made out of candy inside of it. At first, he thought the only candy bit was the peppermint cover. But a note reveals it's actually made out of thin wax candy, and the words are written with food coloring.

Asmodeus:

He can't help but giggle when you tell everyone you believe in Santa Claus. He didn't know humans think that! And apparently, most of them grow out of it? Well, aren't you just adorable! Not as adorable as him, of course, but still adorable! So much so, that he makes a post about it on his Devilgram, with a selfie of the two of you to go with it. And if he sees any hate comments, then he's gonna cancel them and leave them for his... Rowdier, fans.

He wonders how you'll react when you don't get a present on Christmas day. Will you pout, or will you make up some sort of excuse to keep this fantasy of yours alive? It's for this reason that he, himself, pouts when he hears that the others are trying to bring you down to reality. And so, he goes to try and talk them out of it; making sure to be careful with his words. If you do become sad on Christmas morning, he'll for sure be there to cheer you up! But he knows that Lucifer would tie him up if his intentions were discovered, and he does not want his clothes to get messed up!

His opinion on Solomon also telling everyone that Santa exists? He finds it just as funny as he finds the rest of this situation. A simple conversation with the sorcerer reveals to him what he already knew: That Solomon doesn't really think Santa exists. But it doesn't reveal to him that you don't believe in Santa, either.

Another thing he can't help but laugh at is Mammon. He knew the secondborn was stupid, but he didn't know he was that stupid! His laughter grows when Solomon says that Mammon wants him to 'talk Santa Claus into making a quick trip to the Devildom'. While on the topic, Asmo gives Solomon some gift ideas for every member of the House of Lamentation... And then Asmo gives a bunch of gift ideas for himself.

His disappointment is immeasurable, come Christmas, and he finds Solomon used none of his gift ideas. But his day is not ruined! Especially when he discovers that all of 'Santa Claus's gifts are made out of candy. Even more so when he discovers that his gift is a small assortment of extravagant candy jewelry. A, because the gift isn't going to waste because he'll simply wear it. And B, because it gives him the perfect excuse to hold a photo shoot! And yes, you're gonna be included in some of the photos. You're the reason why he got such a magnificent gift in the first place!

When the day comes to an end, though, he wonders how Solomon chose everyone's presents. He knows the sorcerer isn't close enough with them to know their preferences, nor would he care enough to remember them...

Beelzebub:

Hm? You say Santa Claus is real? Does that mean he only gives gifts to those in the human world? He's very close to fully believing you, with his only saving grace being Belphegor, who tells him the truth... But then Solomon starts saying Santa's real, and he starts doubting Belphie. Yes, he feels slightly guilty for doing so. But at the same time, both you and Solomon are from the human world. Meanwhile, Belphegor has been ignoring the realm's existence for hundreds of years now.

Chances are that he's gonna start believing in Santa before Mammon does. Unlike Mammon, though, he's not going to get mocked... Mostly because no one's surprised. Don't get them wrong, they aren't unsurprised! But Beel's just got that vibe, you know? What with how dense and food-orientated he usually is.

But Beel believing Santa's real isn't definitive in this headcanon. Because there's an equal chance that Belphie talks him out of it a second time. When this happens, he'll be disappointed. Not extremely, but enough that he decides not to tell you the truth. And he'll ask the others to do the same. After all, if he was sad after learning Santa's not real when he only thought so for a few days (a week at most), then how'd you feel after thinking that for over a decade?

But if Belphie can't talk him out of it, then Beel's going to help Mammon talk Solomon into talking Santa into coming to the Devildom (Boy, was that a mouthful...). And while he's there, he asks that Santa bring him a gingerbread house the size of the HoL.

Either way, he's super excited when he smells the Christmas tree smelling like a buffet on Christmas morning. It takes all of his willpower to keep himself from eating both the tree and all of the presents. But thankfully you spot him struggling and hand him his first gift; a circular box signed by Santa. He's actually a bit disappointed at first, because while he smells sweets inside, the box is awfully small when compared to him. Too small to properly feed him, which leads the poor boy to believe he'd done something naughty.

Thankfully, however, he turns his frown upside-down when he unwraps the gift. A nice-looking cookie tin with a note on the lid: 'I know that you've got a bottomless stomach, so I made you this! Just put the ingredients for a batch of cookies inside of it, wait ten minutes, and you'll have a batch of cookies ready to eat!' And luckily for him, they don't taste horrible!

(Also, the day before Christmas, he bakes a batch of cookies with you! If Beel thinks Santa's real, then he does his best to not eat them all. Mostly because he believes Santa's power comes from eating cookies!)

Belphegor:

Father Christmas? Kriss Kringle? Saint Nick? Who are they and why are you rambling about them and Santa..? That's right, he doesn't know that much about Santa Claus. He's been ignoring humans and avoiding everything that wasn't their suffering since he fell into the Devildom. If he heard about Santa, then he probably erased it from his memory after scowling about how humanity had something so nice; real or not. And the others probably kept their mouths shut to keep from upsetting him.

So at first, he thinks that Santa's real, too. But he quickly learns otherwise when the others start poking fun at you, and even straight-up tell you that you're wrong. Curious, he asks you about him. And after hearing all your tales, he goes to Satan to get some books on him. He can't help but laugh when the fifth-born confesses that he gets a bunch of sloppily written letters from human kids this time of year. Belphie's always been curious about it, but has always been too tired to ask.

He doesn't blame Beel when he starts thinking Santa's real. After all, with all of the different kinds of spells, there's surely a perfect combination that would allow someone to do what Santa can do. Like stalking spells, time slowness spells, teleportation spells, and more. However, the power needed to deliver gifts to half of humanity in a single night would take Lucifer-level power. And he doesn't blame you for thinking Santa's real, either. At least, not entirely. After all, children grow up believing in him. But you were supposed to learn the truth years ago. But despite being told the truth who knows how many times, you've consistently refused to listen to it. He tries a couple of times himself, but quickly gets frustrated and gives up...

Until he overhears you and Solomon talking, that is. He was napping on a bench at RAD, so the two of you must've thought it was safe. But unfortunately for you, he'd awoken earlier than expected. This is something he doesn't bother hiding, and something else he doesn't hide is how funny he finds your and Solomon's faces. When his laughter dies down, he semi-playfully demands something from the both of you to keep your secret...

He has to keep himself from smirking on Christmas morning. Especially when he spots Beel drooling and gazing at the tree with hunger. He's curious to see how long his twin will last, but unfortunately you spot him, too. But he doesn't let that get him down, and insteads opens his gift from Solomon. There, he finds a gingerbread scented neck pillow with a note telling him it's enchanted to shrink and grow whenever he pushes and pulls on it.

(He's not able to catch all of them, but he finds the others' reactions to their gifts hilarious!)

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faefum · 5 months ago

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more twst oc facts (just texts for now 😞) also if you guys have OCs, how would mine interact with them im very curious 🥺🥺

Carmin 🌕

Is not quite used to online slang terms. He once thought that saying "slay" means to actually kill, "fire" meant that he'd use a hydro spell and etc.

Would take pictures with you and sign autographs, but don't expect him to stay for a conversation, for various reasons. Picture and departure. (Basically 😁 -> 😐)

Actually preferred for NRC to have won the VDC and not RSA. He acknowledges the charm in Neige's performance, but perhaps his tastes in music were just different.

Does arithmetics in his head to calm himself down. If Carmin's feeling extra shifty, try and look for him because you might see your favorite idol with a whiteboard, muttering calculus to himself.

His favorite drink is simply water. That's it.

Yuu (Yuulia) 🌸

Screamed at everyone and everything the second she stepped foot inside Twisted Wonderland.

She joined the Light Music Club because, well... music! However, she was disappointed when the other three members preferred to gossip instead. Yuu still stayed because she wanted in on the tea.

Kalim was the one who gifted her proper equipment to continue doing her song covers. Upon hearing of her hobbies, he simply insisted. (Yuu didn't want it to look like he was taking advantage of the guy, but free stuff...)

She was definitely terrified of Malleus when they first met and hid it well, surprisingly. She slowly got used to his presence though, so good for Tsunotaro!

Made Grim clean the floors because he ate something he shouldn't. It was her homework, and it was out of spite.

Thora 🛡️

Actually knows the difference between a jackal, a fox, a coyote, and a wolf. He gets peeved when someone wrongly names them.

Acts as sort of an older brother figure to the first-years. Thora wouldn't let anything slide. If you want to mess with his underclassmen, you'd have to go through him first and he'll show you why he uses a sword.

Speaking about animals, he's the type to cry if he sees one that's too cute. He thinks every animal is cute. Even the bugs.

Thora is quite studious and well-put, but he does have a bit of a mean streak. He'd say something particularly snarky and will have a 50/50 chance of either regretting it or not caring at all. It depends on the person.

Listens to Chappell Roan and yes, he is quite the big fan. (She exists in Twisted Wonderland because I say so.)

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #chatfum #twisted wonderland #twst

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highladyluck · 1 year ago

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Season 2, Episode 7 Liveblog:

Oh it’s the most fucked up professional development conference ew ew ew

Moiraine: “Oh, a trap? You should go!”

LAN COMING IN WITH THE SINGLE BRAINCELL!!!

NEW SPRING

Oh they are so pretty

Fishwives with different life plans…?

Gitara

I like the intercutting with Shaiel, nice use of the medium

Moiraine looks excited to have a quest lmao

Leane’s outfits are so great

Heh it’s the opening of TGH

It’s extra fun thinking about Lan helping Rand with Siuan given what this Lan knows about this Siuan

‘Whatever comes, face it on your feet”

Cat crosses the courtyard!

A reasonable question from Rand

Aww buddy is this your first time getting mugged in an alleyway? Because I don’t think it is, you need better situational awareness

YESSS [Lanfear and Mat’s first meeting!]

Mat asking smart questions too

Congrats buddy someday that fleet will be yours it’s problems time

Elayne like ‘why don’t they fight back?’

Oh it’s the most fucked up professional development conference ew ew ew

Shifty shifty Verin

Liandrin is always up to something

Lan like ‘tell me about your suicidal thoughts’ Moiraine: ‘how dare you, I only self-harm every single moment of my life’

Siuan fish metaphor count 1

What DOES Tower law say about the DR? Oh I don’t like Siuan quoting that :/ Book Siuan knew better

Siuan like ‘WOW you have been skipping Power Leg Day’

That’s unnecessarily homoerotic Renna

Egwene is emoting so well

I wonder if she was trying to burn herself out?

Lmao someone finally recognized Elayne

Mat no the boredom will be your undoing

“Is this a sex thing?” Ishy like “not this time”

No gifts from Ishy!!! Not even once!

DO NOT ACCEPT DRUGS FROM THE FORSAKEN

Because you’re so bored and you have no impulse control (and you’re curious)

Handtalk!

Toh

Perrin is like ‘wow super not into this’

Donal’s Mat’s preparatory little dramatic hand gestures are so good

The Forsaken keep the seals around in case they get homesick

Yesssss my boy is hung 😉

Good lord the mommy issues on this guy

Ooooooh CONFLICT

Is she stilled? Fr fr?

Nah he’s gonna run the fuck away (and Moiraine will help)

Lmao Moiraine is like ‘yeah yeah now you know how I feel’

Moiraine: “Oh, a trap? You should go!”

I like how Rand and Moiraine are back in action, back at it again! Back in action, two action-y friends

It’s Darkfriend Social Tea

Lmao Barthanes that’s why it’s your job to kill her, she’s your aunt

Mat’s face OMG when he comes to with Ishy gently petting him

Ishy you made Mat sad :( and suicidal >:(

Lanfear’s always wanted to do that [stride out ahead of a billowing explosion]

Also!!! White! Or at least a lighter color

LAN COMING IN WITH THE SINGLE BRAINCELL!!!

Tied off shield :D

That’s cold Lan

That’s hot Lanfear

Look! A sort of healthy way to deal with guilt and obligation!

Bain/Perrin? I could see it

Omg they’re gonna get her!!! Look who’s mugged in an alleyway now!

Yes that’s fun give Egwene reasons to personally hate the Seanchan Empress 🤩

Egwene ruined the moment so good, she’s winning

YEAH I LOVE IT I LOVE THE DAMODRED FAMILY PAIN 🤩🤩🤩

What a baller lady

Verin knows all :D god she’s such a good Verin. Perfect ‘yes, and?!’ face all the time

Lan is the best Warder

Sure, tying off weaves is a lost art, I guess I can live with that

I love the special effects this season

Oh no it’s 2nd act breakup time?

It’s ok Rand can open the waygate or you can Portal Stone

Or Lanfear can do it I guess

Oh dear, torn between love and duty again

You could like… Heal her? Doesn’t need to be all or nothing! But that’s the Damodred Drama Gene I guess

#wheel of time #wot book spoilers #wot on prime #wot on prime spoilers #wot on prime s2 #WoT on prime s2e7

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faeriekit · 2 years ago

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Been lurkin and appreciating Blister Pack from afar (until now!!).

The funny thing about Clark, is there IS a certain amount of complicated feelings and empathy to be had, if the show had gone about things differently. A kid being made without your consent is violating and emotionally invasive (not physically in Supes case). But his reaction to his kid is what makes any potential sympathy vanish. Yes, take out your feelings on the person in the situation with even less agency and far less power than you. Thats the way to handle it and process these feelings. The JL letting him (making him?) be in charge of Connor was a poor decision for both parties.

I enjoy how much of this story is a call out of Clark's distorted thinking and assumptions. ♥️ Though its been more background, quietly hopin the rest of the JL members who could be considered complicit in this child neglect and abuse also take responsibility. Like Black Canary you're a therapist (psychiatrist?) and have a bunch of contact with these children! And after that "spar" anyone who watched it should have started having concern!

I hope Clark does finally grow at some point. He doesn't really deserve to call Connor his son, but Connor deserves an apology and the option to connect with his Kryptonian side on his terms, safely.

And the Kents and Lois! Superman just isn't capable of listening or respecting the agency of those around him at the moment. Even in this snippet, he thinks they are in danger because they don't see the situation clearly. Oh the irony 😂

Sorry for the ramble. I originally had a point but now it's just random thoughts. Hope you enjoy the feedback 😎

My main perspective on Superman in Blister Pack is that, if Conner were actually evil, all of his perspectives on the topic of Conner, A Clone Of Superman, might make sense. Conner would need extra security. He would need extra supervision. He would have been more hostile in their spar, which is largely what Superman had been expecting, only for Black Canary to call it when things were clearly not right.

The problem is, Conner's just...a guy. A dude, even. Not even a man. Just a half-ghost sorta-teen with anger issues and deep-seated insecurities. You and I know this since I'm writing it from Conner's perspective, but if I was writing this from anyone's eyes outside of the team... Conner is shifty. He is disappearing from the League with no explanation for hours and hours. He is more than he seems, with unexplained hours. He is isolating himself from other league members, and he doesn't have a mentor to vouch for his introvertedness and disinterest in violence.

So. *shrug* Take that as you will. Supes is making a mountain out of a molehill, but the molehill was already there. There isn't a lot of nuance in International Justice, though, so...he's going overboard without really thinking about the consequences this has on anyone else. I got some empathy for the dude, but my sympathy isn't there. 😅

I like rambling! It helps me shape how I want to look at the fic too. <3

AND for everyone who's wondering about the custody battle, Clark does not have legal custody! The JL on the whole, does, as an org! They're basically licensed as an emergency placement for global security/national disaster/emergency reasons. That's why Jazz has been hitting the base rather than busting down Superman's door and challenging him to a duel; it's not Clark she's fighting. It's the JL.

#Blister Pack #dp x dc #DCU crossover #faer nonsense

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mblematic · 3 years ago

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10) things you said that made me feel like shit

so i WASNT previously looking for angst but OOH NOW I AM, let’s see you try to make THIS one not angsty >:)

Moohahaha i love a challenge

things you said that made me feel like shit

“I hate you,” Remus said, with feeling.

“You say that today,” Sirius said soothingly, rubbing his back. “Tomorrow you’ll remember that I’m quite a nice chap to have around, really.”

“No,” Remus said, and burped, ominously. “No, I think this is the end. I think I’ve finally realized my mistake.”

“Don't even joke about that,” Sirius said. “I’ll be bereft, Moony. Bereft.”

“Well,” Remus muttered, and then paused to burp. “You should have thought about that before pointing your wand at me.” Then he vomited another slug into the toilet.

“Moony?” James voice came tentatively from the other side of the door. “You doing alright?”

“No,” Remus said miserably. “I'm breaking up with Padfoot.”

“Justified,” James said, with the sage wisdom of a long-time Sirius-sufferer. He pushed the door of the stall open and ventured inside. “Still vomiting slugs, then?”

“Yes,” Remus said, at the same time that Sirius said: “It's not justified, actually, it was a mistake—”

“Have you tried eating something very salty?” James suggested, ignoring Sirius entirely.

Remus looked up hopefully: “No? D’you think it would work?”

“Worth a shot, I think. Peter: run and get some chips from the kitchens. And a salt shaker.” Peter ran off, looking a bit green and a lot relieved: he hated slugs. “What happened, anyway?”

“Sirius hexed me,” Remus said, and burped again, in a gloopy sort of way that made all of their respective stomachs flip-turn unpleasantly. “We’re through.”

“It was an accident,” Sirius protested; he looked vaguely panicked, as if he still couldn't decide if Remus was joking. “I wasn't even trying for slugs, I was trying to give Snivellus a load of extra hair. I wanted to see if you could spread the grease out and make him slightly less disgusting."

James snorted. “Doubt it.”

“And Fenwick,” Sirius continued passionately; “Jostled me as I was casting it. Moony happened to be coming through the door, and I flubbed the incantation because I ran into Dearborn’s elbow, and—and—and it was a mistake!”

James looked up, interested. “Oh—do you remember what you ended up saying? I’ve tried about five hundred variations on Slugus Vomitus but nothing’s caught—” He caught Remus’ eye and backtracked hastily. “I mean, er… gosh. Whoops. Comedy of errors, really.”

“Comedy of idiocy,” Remus mumbled, then spat up another slug. “I hate you.”

“The chips will fix it,” Sirius said. “It’ll be over soon.”

“Not soon enough,” Remus said, and leaned gently against the stall partition.

“I'm sorry,” Sirius said, a bit pathetically. “I didn't mean to slug you. I really was aiming for Snivellus. And I wasn't even trying for slugs,” he added again quickly. Next to him, James was mumbling the hair growth spell with increasingly garbled versions of the second component.

“I know,” Remus said, eyes still closed. “I know, Padfoot. Shush. I think they’ve slowed down. Please no more talking. Let me just… sit.”

Sirius was silent for approximately fifteen seconds. “And if I had been trying for slugs, I definitely would have made sure you were well out of range—because—because—I like your mouth far too much to put slugs in it.”

Remus’ smile crept across his mouth with an ill-suppressed, constrained slowness, like he couldn't help himself. “How sweet,” he said, with a sarcasm somewhat belied by the smile.

Sirius, sensing the softening, perked up. “And anyway,” he added, “Snivellus deserves a few more spots, don't you think?”

James looked up. “Spots?” he repeated, confused. “I thought you were trying to grow out his hair.”

“Er,” Sirius said. “Yeah—that's what I meant. Hair.”

James narrowed his eyes. “Pads. Have you figured out the slug charm?”

“No,” Sirius said immediately. But he had gone shifty, and he was no longer meeting James’ eye.

“Pads!” James said, scandalized. “You said you'd tell me if you got it! We promised each other!”

“I haven't! I don't know what I said!”

“You bloody liar!” James yelled, outraged. “What is it? What's the incantation?”

“I don't know!” Sirius yelped.

James pulled out his wand and held it threateningly to Sirius’ throat: “Tell me, or I’ll give you laryngitis. Try apologizing to Moony appropriately without your voice!”

Sirius glared at him for a long moment. Then he sighed, loudly. “Fine!” he said, throwing up his hands. “It's Slugulus Eructo, alright? Happy?”

“Slugulus Eructo?” James repeated, with his wand still held to Sirius’ throat.

By the time Remus was done laughing, he had forgiven Sirius entirely. As for the frankly impressive spout of slugs coming out of Sirius' mouth? Well, it took Sirius a bit longer to forgive James for that.

#does this even make sense lol #i ignored some canon here #don't look behind the curtain etc #wolfstar #drabble

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xicarcalii · 3 years ago

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Tainted Blood: Oversized Mosquito (Part One)

Supernatural Rewrite

Summary: Before Dean set's off to California to swoop up Sam, aware of John's disappearance, he and the reader part ways with the hunter and try to solve a case in Missouri. 5 girls were found in total with no heart but only one of those 5 was completely drained of blood.

Series Warnings: Good ole' Supernatural Language and Violence.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Note: Think of this as a rewrite episode leading up to the Pilot. Also this part is ass and I’m sorry. Episode title inspired by Blue Öyster Cult's Tainted Blood.

Divider by: @holylulusworld

Kansas City, Missouri. 3:02 AM

Dean heard to what sounded like a zipper along with light footsteps moving throughout the room. His eyes fluttered open and was met with John’s figure slowly making his way out the door. He glanced over his shoulder. He couldn’t see much, but from the light outside that was shining into the window, that was enough for him to realize your back was facing him and the door. He pulled back the comforter slowly getting out of bed, trying to be discreet as the dip in the mattress rose when getting up. It was rare that Dean and you would share a bed with each other. When you were kids you and Sam shared a bed just because you both were the same age and the boys were practically family. When you were 18, however was the first time you and the eldest Winchester slept in the same bed. You were going to sleep on the floor but Dean wasn’t going to let that slide. He offered to sleep on the floor while you took the bed but of course you didn’t agree with him either. You both were stubborn, caring more about the other more than yourselves, that’s all it was. After getting settled in the motel John sat at a table on the other side of the room cleaning the inner spaces of one of his firearms, while Dean was in the shower. You sat on the bed, leaning up against the headboard as you flipped through various channels out of boredom. Soon you came across some Clint Eastwood movie. How ironic it was that once you flipped to that channel Dean strolled out of the bathroom and saw it. You hung your head and mumbled a dammit, knowing it was too late and you had no other choice but to watch it with him. Eventually, it got late and you two drifted off to sleep.

When Dean made it to the threshold he got his dad attention, “dad? You, okay?” Dean whispered with strain in his voice when closing the door, “yeah, I-I got a call from Ron. He needs an extra set of hands for this case in Jericho.” John drawled, massaging the back of his neck. “Thought I'd help him, owed the bastard anyways.” He made shifty glances towards his son, which Dean took notice to. He knew not to ask his dad 21 questions. John knew what he was doing, so what was the point of even asking? It was like that since he was a kid, no questions asked just do what your told and get the job done. Obviously, Sam didn’t follow that logic but Dean did. Looking up to his father, why wouldn’t he? Dean jerked his thumb to over his shoulder, “aren't you going to at least take her?” John gave Dean a half smile knowing he was talking about the Impala. He threw the young hunter the keys, “she’s all yours's, son. Take care of her and watch out for (Y/N).”

Watch out for (Y/N) and watch out for Sammy. That was one thing Dean would never hear the end of. John would remind his eldest son whenever he'd leave the three of you by yourselves in a motel unsupervised by an adult for weeks on end. Dean was the oldest meaning it was his job to make sure he kept you and Sam in check, kept you both safe. He wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to either of you. He stiffened; nodding his head, “yes, sir.”

“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” you woke up on your stomach; groaning into your pillow. You screwed your eyes shut when Dean opened the curtains allowing the sunlight hit you smack dead in the face. “What time is it?” You lifted your head to look over your shoulder seeing Dean carrying coffee and pastries. “It’s almost eight o’clock” You plopped your head back on the pillow and sighed, “cmon, (Y/N), we got a case to crack.” Slowly, you sat up, crossing your legs together while accepting the cup of coffee Dean was handing you. Yawning you realized John’s things were gone, “wait, where's your dad?”

“He got a call about some case in Jericho. He wanted us to stay back and work this one.” You bobbed your head taking slow sips of the hot coffee, “so what’s first then?”

“I don’t know, maybe check out where the first body was found?”

“That’s fine with me.” But your stomach had other plans, growling as the room became silent. Knowing you would have to could get down to business after you had food in your system. The pastries Dean was generous enough to buy wasn’t going to jack. A lopsided grin grew on your face, Dean already knew what you were insinuating.

“I know, I know, I’ll meet you in the car.”

Three Days Later

It was the crack of dawn when you woke up Dean. You always felt anxious when starting a new hunt, you knew why but never liked to think about it. You saw your parents as superhero’s when you were little. But one day when dropping you off at Bobby’s, they left for a hunt and never came back. You were 6 when this happened. You knew they weren't superheroes after that, superheroes don’t die. Dean dragged his ass all the way to the bathroom, lazily closing the door. He hopped in the shower incoherently telling you "he needed to wake himself up." He noticed the suit and tie and shouted whilst in the shower “what’s with the monkey suit?” You could barely hear him under the running water but you knew what the question was. He needed to wear that monkey suit since you two were going in as reporters. No way did you want to raise any eyebrows thinking you're just rookie reporters from some local collage. “I look ridiculous. I look like one of The Blue’s Brothers.” He mumbled adjusting his tie, coming out of the bathroom. Smoothing out your skirt you peered over to him through the mirror, “gotta play the part.” You wanted to try and keep your outfit conservative and flattering. Personally, you hated going the extra mile for a hunt and this being one of those things. Obviously, being a hunter meant blood, guts, dirt, etc. So, it wouldn’t make any sense for you to love wearing heels, dresses, and pretty skirts. You always wore jeans, logger-style boots, t-shirts finished with a crap ton of plaid. But as of right now you had to suck it up. You did a lot better than Dean though, always taking it with stride. When satisfied to how tight the tie around his neck was, he glanced up at you. "Whoa, you look....” he trailed off. Hair thrown up into a high ponytail, a white blouse which was tucked into a high wasted navy-blue pencil skirt and finished off with ballet flats. You stiffened up, obviously not one to be comfortable in this type of get-up. “I look like, Hillary Clinton, I know.” Responding with no emotion behind your words, Dean’s eye-brows rose as he gawked at you, “I was going for sexy secretary,” he looked you up and down with a smug look. Rolling your eyes, you groaned at his comment. His attention soon drew down to your shoes, “no heels?” Your hands rested on your jutting hips and gave him the bitchface Sam was known for.

“I don’t do heels, Quagmire.”

That morning you and Dean decided it would be best to visit the station and interview the sheriff. Since John had left, you and Dean made a lot of progress but not as much as you had hoped. Talking to the victims' families; figuring out that there was no other connection between any of victim's other than the fact they were all young females. You scouted out the area where the bodies were found; finding nothing out of the blue and figured the police already scooped up all the evidence they could find. Apart from cow’s being mutilated now; you two didn’t know what you were up against. Part of you wished John had never left. It would've been a lot easier if he were here, knowing how long he’s hunted in general could've helped point you two in the right direction.

You gave Dean a side glance when noticing he placed his phone it up to his ear. He was leaving John another message. You tried to focus on a book you’d found in the trunk that belonged to Bobby. Wouldn’t hurt to keep up to date on ways to off those sons of bitches. The more information tucked into that head of yours meant not wasting time trying to get ahold of Bobby, scrounging for books at a library, or burying you face in your laptop. You tried to focus on the page you were on but it was hard when you could feel Dean’s energy-tense and on edge. It had been almost a week since you both had heard from John. You weren’t going to lie and say you weren’t a little concerned because you were; you both were. Trying not to dwell on it though you had to tell yourself he’d be okay.

This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean 866-907-3235. He can help.

Dean let out a deep sigh, yet you kept your eyes on the book. “Voicemail again?”

Dean flipped his phone closed, “yeah.”

“Dean he’s probably busy, you know how he is on hunts.”

It wasn’t rare for John not to pick up his phone but he normally would after seeing so many missed calls from Dean. Though, sometimes hunting could lead to too much research, which meant more leads to find and more people to interview; that’s when he went M.I.A. But he’d eventually called back. This wasn’t like other times. Something didn't feel right. “I’m sure he’ll call back.

Dean mumbled a yeah, you're right as you pulled up to the station.

“My name’s Neal and this is Janis,” Dean introduced the both of you, finding it amusing how he would always use classic rock musicians' when undercover. The name’s he chose for today were Neal and Janis. Janis Joplin and Neal Schon.

You both sat down, getting comfortable in the two chair’s that were available in front of the sheriff's desk. The older man reached out a hand offering you both to shake it. “What can I do for you, kids today?” You cleared your throat, "we're doing a report on the killings that have happened over the past few weeks.” The Sheriff crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back to lounge in his chair, “the murder investigation is ongoing, that’s all I can share with you.”

“Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, first body last week, correct?”

“Mm-hmm, that’s right. Josette Moore, 23.” You jotted down more evidence about the case in your notepad; hoping to pry enough out of the man as you could. Bobby told you to always write down as much information as you could when it came to interviewing the law, suspects, witnesses or the victims themselves. “And what about the other body?” Dean chimed in, “heard this one was a bit different from the others; drained dry, right?” The sheriff glowered at the two of you suspiciously, “yeah, but that was two days ago. Is there-”

A young receptionist knocked on the door, pointed at her watch. “Oh. Sorry kids, time's up, we're done here. As the sheriff stood from his chair you followed, mirroring his moments. “Wait, one last question!”

You pleaded as Dean added, “yeah, what about the cattle?”

“Excuse me?” He rested his hands on the table. “Youknow, the cows found dead, split open, drained...”

“What about them?”

The tone in the sheriff’s voce had become a little aggressive, obviously due to your presumptuous behavior. “So, you don't think there's a connection?” Asking as you tilted your head slightly to the left. “Connection ... with...?”

“First cattle mutilations, now five murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff.” Dean glanced over to you, before he looked back over the sheriff referring to the part of the hunt where people would look at you sideways. "You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?” He forced out a laugh, “you-you're not kidding.”

Nope, not at all. The thing with hunting was that to everyone else around you, they saw you as someone who should be locked up in the looney-bin. Sooner or later the people you’d save would realize that the world around them wasn’t what they seemed. But hunts always started out like this; when the questions and interviews came into light, this was always the reaction you got. “No,” you said together in unison. “Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?” A line formed between your eyebrows, “how?”

“Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?”

“World Weekly News.”

“Weekly World News.”

“World-” Dean trailed off as your eyes widened.

“Weekly World-” You corrected. “Weekly... I'm new.” Dean tittered when responding. The older man’s face went blank. “Get out of my office.”

You expected to have gotten more enough information but Dean kinda screwed it up. He swung the double doors open, letting you go ahead first.

“Well, that was total a bust. And that stuff about the cows was crap.” You looked back at him over your shoulder, “I wouldn’t say that.” Dean halted in place and blankly stared at you, “oh, yeah how? The cows aren’t linked, (Y/N), he didn’t give us jack.” He snapped back at you, trying to win the argument. Making your way over to him, you raised your eyebrows, surprised at his tone. Pointing a finger at his chest, you nudged him. “I’m not talking about the cows dummy! We now know that one was the only one out of the 5 victims who was drained completely with no heart. Dean, that’s one more thing we know so far. We need to head over to the morgue see what we can find there.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “fine let’s go.” He replied with not so much enthusiasm. "Also you’re an idiot.” You stated a matter of factly. Scrunching up his face in confusion as you both walked to the impala. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You opened the passenger door as Dean opened his side, “we agreed with Weekly World News, Dean. Not World Weekly News.” Dean mocked your sentence as he got into the car, starting the engine; heading off to your next location.

Entering the morgue; you wore white lab coats on top of the outfits you wore earlier. The intern on duty had a name tag that read "J. Manners." Approaching the young man at the desk, Dean looked down at his nametag, calculating. “John.”

“Jeff," the intern gave you both a small welcoming smile. Dean who was forcing out a laugh, awkwardly nodding his head, “Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away.” Jeff blinked for a brief moment, noticing he was getting fidgety. “Last I heard, Dr. Dworkin is on vacation.”

“Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would...” Dean whistled. Jeff’s eyes went wide, assuming the worst; probably thinking he was going to get fired. Jumping from his chair you stood aside so the young man could make his way out of the room.

“Okay.”

“Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?”

Dean walked over to a metal table where a box medical gloves sat. Nodding, you grabbed a pair, “yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead.” Dean cringed when putting a pair of his own on. “Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida.” Going over and opening a compartment, you wheeled out the corpse as a small container was placed between her legs and you knew exactly what it was. “All right, open it.” He scrunched up his face at your demanding statement, “oh no, ladies first, sweetheart.”

“Wuss,” you carried the container over to another table and flipped off the lid, grimacing at what you had discovered while Dean soon followed. While setting it down you let him get a better look and when he did he covered his mouth with his fist, starting to gag. You sighed in disappointment, “well no pentagram.”

“Well now what?”

“Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs.”

“Yeah, here, go ahead.” Dean passed the container to you as you passed it back, “no, you go ahead.”

“What?”

"Put the lotion in the basket." You quoted from Silence of the Lambs. Dean rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance, “right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh?”

Dean walked up closer and started poking his fingers into the victim's mouth. Moving his fingers around, he started to cringe, “(Y/N), get me a bucket?”

“You find something?” You leaned in closer, “no, I'm going to puke.” You studied her gums for a moment when you noticed some sort of hole on her top gum.

“Wait, lift the lip up again?”

“What? You want me to throw up, is that it?”

“No, no, I think I saw something.” Dean pulled back the top lip again with you squinting, “what is that, a hole?” Dean pressed on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth began to descended that left you both dumbfounded. “It's a tooth. (Y/N), that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs.”

“You gotta be kidding me, she was turning…” You trailed off. Dean gave you a perplexed look, “turning, how do you know that?”

“Look,” you pointed and pressed down on her upper gums again.

“That’s barely half a fang, they were starting to come in.”

“You think another hunter passed by; saw her and finished the job before she could transition completely?” Dean furrowed his brows as you cocked your head to the side, “maybe? But why would a hunter pass by and off one vamp knowing there is probably a whole nest?” Then it came to you; remembering in one of Bobby’s book you had taken a few years back about vampires. “Or the one who finished the job wasn’t a hunter at all.” Dean gave you a once-over, “what do you mean by that?”

“I mean the vamp that killed her accidently turned her then killed her, again.”

“Why would a vamp off one of its own.”

“This book I read mentioned something about how some vamps are territorial. Most likely it turned her by mistake so the greedy bastard said off with her head.” Dean looked away from the body to meet his eyes with yours, “then this changes things,” you met his gaze Dean expressing a combination of disbelief and ridicule. "Ya think?”

Light rain taped against the roof and windows of the Impala as you made your way back to the motel. Dean's eyes stayed glued to the winding road in front of him while you sat in the passenger’s seat, flipping through the pages of Bobby’s lore book. “So, we’re dealing with a vampire. This is just fricken great.” He tapped on the steering wheel to the ambiance of Led Zeppelin. “It’s close enough to a vamp...”

“What do you mean? It had fangs, (Y/N).”

“I’m aware of that, but I think we’re dealing with something different. Similar but different." He scoffed, “enlighten me then, sweetheart.”

“We could be dealing with an Upir,” Dean gawked at the word, “yeah I meant what I said.” You sassed, his eyes board into you for a moment before rolling his eyes and continuing, "what the hell is that. Like a mega hybrid vampire?”

“Not really, there’s only slight difference between the myth regarding Upirs and vampires. Upirs have the ability to walk during the day just like the vamp's were familiar with but with these bastards they don’t get sunburn.” Dean turned to you for a quick moment with a puzzled expression before turning his attention back onto the road, “so, you're telling me that these oversized mosquitoes can walk in the sun, too?” Slightly nodding you responded, “yahtzee.”

You flipped back to the previous page, “but it says here that Upirs were believed to eat their victims’ hearts; an extreme appetite for blood, much more than a normal vampire would have. They not only drank the blood and feed on it but also bathed and slept in blood.” You pondered for a moment, “make’s a lot more sense as to why the girl's hearts were missing.” You said mainly to yourself. Dean overheard adding, “makes sense why that one chick looked like a dried-up raisin.”

Let me know if you guys want more of these rewrite's. Pick an episode if you want and we can call it a day.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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lust. | sss | pjm

seven sins series. Kinky smut themed around a deadly sin.

pairing(s): jimin x reader | kink: petplay

warnings: idol!BTS; PWP; established relationship; Jimin’s POV

It was just a joke, a black leather collar with a big silver bell that he dangled in front of her face, teasing her. He bought it on a whim because he thought it was funny and because he liked to see the pink blush forming on her cheeks, her frustrated nabs as she tried to take it from him.

But then she put it on.

And he got hard, instantly.

It surprised him, how much he liked it. The silver bell ringing as she got on all fours, crawling to him on the bed, announcing her arrival. He had the best blowjob of his life that night, her head bobbing accompanied by jingling of the bell.

He wanted more.

He asked her what ears she wanted. Cat or dog? Dog. Furry or patent leather? Furry. They spent hours in front of her computer, making far too shifty purchases on her card since he definitely couldn’t use the company card and somehow convince his boss that, yes, he really did order a leash and a butt plug tail for his girlfriend. And it was very important. Yes, even the fuzzy black string bikini, completely impractical for swimming, but very practical for his purposes.

“What do you think of this, Park Jimin?” she beamed, showing him a sketch on her tablet.

Oh, God.

He pinned her down right then and fucked her brains out, because she had showed him the sketch of a leather muzzle and said she had asked a special-order company to make it for them. If they were heathens, they were heathens together. Both so eager to find the next piece, both trying to complete the full picture.

The muzzle came in the mail after months of waiting.

And now. Now the little bell was jangling down the hall as he waited, sitting in the large, gold-plated, wood-engraved, blue velvet armchair that they bought just for this, far too extravagant for their sexual escapades and yet perfect for them. He couldn’t wait, white dress shirt already half-untucked, barely clinging to one shoulder, tight black slacks suffocating his dick that was already hard as he heard that cheerful bell.

She rounded the corner, bell on her collar singing. Tiny fuzzy bikini cutting into her breasts and ass, almost spilling out, butt plug black velvet tail already in, hips swaying so he could watch it swing from side to side, peeking out from around her thighs. He sucked in a breath, watching the ears on her head flap a little with her movement of crawling on her hands and knees. They tried furry paws once but, ultimately, they decided they didn’t like them since they got in the way of a good handjob.

And the black leather muzzle, strapped around her head, cradling her cheeks, gagging her mouth. Her eyes locked with his, imploring him, craving praise.

“How’s my little puppy?” he whispered, patting his lap. “Come here.”

She whimpered and came to him, planting her fists on his thigh and looking up at him. Ugh, what a fucking picture, her dainty hands on his lap, round eyes extra round with love, the straps of the tiny top digging into her soft skin. He reached down and toyed with the string, snapping it against her chest and she whined, tits bouncing from the movement.

“There, there,” he consoled, petting her hair. She wiggled her ass, making the tail jerk around behind her, softly moaning at the sensation. “Good puppy, always so obedient for me.”

He pushed the strings to the side, trapping her breasts in the center of her chest as he popped her nipples out into the air. The taut straps held up her tits, shoving them together. He tweaked her nipples, listening to her moans.

“Pull up those panties for me, pet,” he nudged, holding onto her nipples lightly. “Soak them for me.”

She moved her hands and grasped the sides of the tiny lingerie, yanking up hard. Head tipped back, panting into the muzzle as the fabric was sucked into her folds, the fake fur getting slick with her wetness. He rolled her nipples in his fingers, rubbing them as she swayed her hips from side to side, the weight of the tail tugging at her ass as her clit was assaulted by the fabric jammed in her slit.

Fuck, he needed to be in there right now.

“Take them off and get on the floor, ass up,” he ordered, pinching her nipples.

She moaned, backing up slowly, her hard nipples teasing out of his fingertips until they popped out. He watched her turn around, sliding the panties down. He took off his shirt, reaching into his pocket, pulling out the condom as she got on all fours, ass in the air, velvet tail swaying, her core glistening and wet for him. He got off the chair, undoing his pants. He didn’t want to take them off. He wanted her to know they were still on when he fucked her, wanted to remind her who was the master here.

He rolled the condom on, moving the tail so it slid down her back. She strained to hold it in, not wanting to disappoint him.

“Good puppy,” he charmed, placing his hands on her ass and kneading it. “Sweet puppy.”

She whined underneath the muzzle, desperate.

He shoved his cock inside her, gasping as he entered, tightening around him like a wet, hot vice. His hand grabbed the tail as he thrust into her, yanking it a little. Her whimpers mixed with moans, muffled by the muzzle, palms flat against the floor. His teeth sank into his lower lip, watching the fuzzy ears flapping as he pounded her, listening to the bell chiming, hitting the floor every once in a while, his entire length buried to the hilt. Her muscles gripped him tight, sucking him back in every time, pulsating as she came.

“You loved being used by your master, pet?” he panted. “Love it when I take you from behind?”

Her cute little head bobbed up and down, ears fluttering. He grinned, licking his full lips. Her plump ass slapping against his thighs felt so good, soft and lovely, made even better by her pushing back. Fuck, she was so wet that he was afraid he was going to slip out. He clenched his jaw, holding her hips and the tail tight as he leaned down a little, hitting deeper, harder.

She panted under the muzzle, short, tight breaths that sounded like barks, so sexy and hot because he knew he was his woman, his pet, doing it all for him, her fingers curling into the floor as she came again, crying out a muffled version of his name.

He gave in, moaning her name, fingers digging into her hips as he sank all the way down, cock throbbing into her walls, erupting into the condom, squeezed and massaged by her orgasm. They both descended, slowly, slowly, falling into bliss. His body laid on top of hers, his chest against her back, his crotch against her ass, cock still inside her.

He reached over and jingled the bell on her neck.

They both burst into giggles, sweaty and panting on the floor.

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amenomiko · 4 years ago

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Thank you for the request @sophialovesmitsuhide 💕💕💕💕💕! I wish I could visit Italy one day uwu 💖💖💖💖💖. I hope you like it!

Mitsuhide x MC to Italy

It was a self planned tour for both of them, as exploration for a place that is unknown to them as honeymooners? Romantic 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕~~~~

So let's start with walking around the town!

First, and foremost, lots and lots of sightseeing ❤! Selfies is the most important thing of course, especially when there's beautiful scenery they could catch upon. But little did MC know, Mitsuhide has been taking a secret shot of her and only her, smiling warmly to it.

"Mitsuhide look..! Look at these impressive beach..!"

"Now, now, little mouse, don't rush yourse-"

*MC tripped on her own sandal and BUshhh!! She fell face down.*

Later that night,

MC: Wh- since when you took a picture of me, before, during, and after I fell onto the-- *Look at him with shifty eyes* 😒.....

Him: Why I don't know. I don't understand the technology in the future, so I just randomly press any buttons, you see. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

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The next day, they went to try for italian's food; gelato and pizza 🍨🍕💖!

MC was minding her own business, searching for any recommended flavors in the internet, because well, the gelato there is too irresistible! She can't help but to try it all!

"Mitsuhide, what are you getting for the gela-"

Mitsuhide, with a TOWER of ALL flavors of said gelato: ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^) hm?

MC: Ah, yeah, sorry, my bad for asking your sense of.. Yeah (ㆁᴗㆁ✿).

And then when they are at the restaurant, trying for some pizza...

MC let out a delightful hum, saying, "Aaah!! This is a perfect definition of once in a life time thing..! I will push aside my diet for today, right, Mitsuhide?"

Mitsuhide with a plate of mixed pasta, pizza, and lasagna: ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^) Yes, yes, indeed.

MC: ...I'm sorry. Again (ㆁᴗㆁ✿).

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Both of them then went to museum of art, admiring every uniqueness of the statue there when Mitsuhide started to point at any hilarious poses with "Oh hey, it's Hideyoshi when he is angry." Or "Ah, this is Ieyasu with his anger issues." Or "And this is Mitsunari's hair after a horse eats it."

"PPPPFT-"

*Cue MC pushing Mitsuhide out from the museum because she was shaking so much from holding back her laughter*

"Oh hey, talking about them.. Should we get some souvenirs?"

"Ah, yes, of course. I have a few items that I wanted to give them."

"My, you have prepared something in advance? You really love them do you? Awwww ❤❤❤❤❤~"

Mitsuhide: 😊......

That night, when they show the souvenirs that they bought for the lords....

MC's : The typical souvenirs of keychains, postcards, small figurines, and some t-shirts.

While Mitsuhide:

Nobunaga - Wine

Hideyoshi - Sandal (So he can throw at anyone that runs in the hallways)

Masamune - Olive oil (For cooking)

Ieyasu - Leather bag (For his herbs)

Mitsunari - Borsalino Hat (To cover his cow lick hair)

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Final Day

Mitsuhide had learned a bit of Italian culture, especially...

...How the italian men flirt.

He had noticed that wherever they go, there will be random men who will turn their heads to look at MC; checking her out, obviously. Whenever MC accidentally have an eye contact with them, they will give their subtle eye contact at hers, clearly asking for a return attention.

Thankfully his wife is oblivious to it. Or even if she did realize about it, he know that she's not the type to entertain them.

Especially right now, even when they are on a gondola tour, he noticed that the guide that brings them around keep on looking at her every now and then.

But still... His ego WANTED to SHOW who she belongs to.

"Cara mia."

"H-huh? Mmf--"

He openly kiss her in public, a very deep one at that, to the point her breathing gets heavier with need. "Wh- M-Mitsuhide..? T-The guide are watching-"

"Let he watch us, my dearest. Let him see who could make your legs tremble just from a kiss."

"S-stop >//////<!"

"Or should we continue our last night's activity on this boat?"

"STOP O/////A/////O!!!!!"

That wraps it all~~~ walah after 3 months, they return back to Sengoku Era, giving each of the lords with their souvenirs.

Then...

Nobunaga and Masamune: *Grins at both of them* 😏😏😏😏😏

MC: .....Stop.

Nobunaga: Looks like you've lost the bet, Masamune. They have brought back an 'extra' souvenir for us, made in Italy too 😏.

Masamune: Hahah, I've lost it seems 😏. Now let's bet if it's a girl or a boy, all the way being brought back from Italy, eh?

Mitsuhide: My, you've made a bet? You should've told me ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^).

MC: STOPPPPPPP @///////@!!!!!!

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide akechi #ikemen Sengoku mitsuhide

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liquid-luck-00 · 4 years ago

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Connections 3

Chapter 3

this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au

Masterlist *** First *** Previous *** Next

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Mari knew that this final concert was for a charity fair and that dad would perform on the last day closing the entire thing. She couldn’t wait to explore the fair and she went downstairs to leave the hotel to start.

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Damian didn’t want to be in France much less in Paris, but Mother dragged him away from the league in order to, as she says, ‘teach him something they cannot at the base’.

They were standing in the lobby of the hotel and Mother was surveying everyone who entered and exited the room. “See that little girl there” she was pointing to a girl that seemed to be his age with bright blue eyes and blue-black hair.

“Yes, is she the target”

“Yes, you have one week to gain information on her and report to me what you find” Damian didn’t understand what he was supposed to do, his confusion flashed across his face and mother must have noticed. “you must figure out her deepest secret, in other words get close to a target in order to determine their weakness.”

Damian nodded to his mother and walked over to the girl in question.

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Marinette couldn’t wait to visit the fair there were rides and games and she didn’t know what to do first. She was walking out of the hotel when she noticed him. He was around her age, he had black hair and jade eyes, he seemed to be walking towards her and that was when she turned. He stopped and seemed to be struggling to say something, so she started.

“Hi, I’m Marinette.” She gave a small wave and he seemed to break from his struggle.

“hello, I’m Damian” he gave her a curt nod and continued “I was going to the fair and was wondering if you would accompany me?” at this Marinette simply burst into a fit of giggles. She looked up and he seemed to be confused but it changed quickly into a scowl.

“I’m sorry” she managed between the laughter, “but you just sounded like such and old man” she gave him a lopsided smile. “I would love to go to the fair with you. Come on” she grabbed his hand to pull him and then immediately let go and started to walk towards the fair ground.

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This girl would be the death of him. He hasn’t gotten any information of importance other than her name. She was insufferable! Damian couldn’t believe his luck, he had to deal with her for a week and she might not say anything useful.

The two of them spent the day going from ride to ride and stayed in relative silence until another girl around their age showed up in line behind them.

“I can’t believe you went to Achu with your parents over the summer” a small girl with blonde hair squeaked.

“I even met the Prince; he is our age and he has the most adorable little brother. He even gave me a gift before we left.” The girl pulled out a necklace that he recognized was from a vending machine. He scoffed and turned his attention back to Marinette. She looked like she was trying to remember something, but it kept eluding her. She was weak of mind which means he should strike now.

“What are your interests?” he spoke curtly, and it seemed to pull her attention back onto him.

“Designing I guess” she responded with a shrug.

“TT. You guess that makes no sense” this was going nowhere, and she wouldn’t stop giving round about answers.

“My interests are always changing but that is the most resent” she only responded with a shrug.

The rest of the week went by the same she never gave him a true answer and he was frustrated. Mother seemed to laugh at him but even when she met Marinette she was also thrown in circles.

On the last day of the festival before they went back to the hotel, he went to say goodbye to her. He simply went to shake her hand, but she pulled him into an embrace.

“You know I can cut you free Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in So trade that typical for something colorful And if it's crazy, live a little crazy You can play it sensible, a king of conventional” she whispered in his ear singing the sentence and pulled out of the embrace “Goodbye Damian” she gave him a wave, turned, and walked away. Damian stood there confused and light at the same time, but he didn’t know why.

Who the hell is this girl. That sentence sent chills down his spine almost as if, as if she knew exactly what he was. But what did she mean, truly, she couldn’t have known that he is an assassin. Surely that is not the case.

Little did he know that those words would follow him.

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Marinette had fun this past week, she really enjoyed spending time with Damian, but something just felt off. She felt as if she had to be on constant alert. It didn’t help that he kept tying to get her to answer so many questions, so she decided to not give direct answers. If he asked her favorite color, she would say she didn’t have one but liked pink and also white. If he asked her age, she would say it wasn’t important. She knew that he was annoyed with her answers but then again, he never gave her straight answers to her questions. But then again, he did keep hanging out with her, so she didn’t know what to think of him.

She was however proud of the fact she got him to laugh, well it was more of a chuckle. He was so stoic but she saw his reactions that he covered quickly, and that was odd, almost as if he couldn’t show how he was feeling, so for the week she made it her job to see how many emotions she could pull out of him. Granted they were few, but they were there, and that was a victory.

Dad, Penny, her were staying two extra nights in Paris in order to rest before heading back to Gotham. Mari couldn’t stand staying in the room, so she went to go explore the city. As she walked around, she couldn’t help but be drawn to a little shop. So, Mari went in, she didn’t know what to expect but she didn’t expect to see an old man in a Hawaiian shirt standing in front of a phonograph.

“Hello. Oh! What are you?” Mari shifted her focus from the man to a small drawer near the man.

The man chuckled and responded to her “I believe you mean Who not What”

Marinette simply shook her head and stepped closer to the drawer. “No, I meant what” she stated as a fact more like and adult than a child. Coming to the drawer she opened it to find a small creature that resembled a turtle of sorts.

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“Master?” the little turtle stated questioningly as he looked at the man, who only sighed and turned to the little girl.

“you must have questions?” she only nodded, she was a strange child, almost as if she has suffered greatly at such a young age but still was full of light. “come child”

He turned towards the phonograph and opened it ad retrieved a pair of earrings that he handed to the girl. “My name is Fu and this” he waved towards the turtle “is Wayzz”

“it’s nice to meet you both” she had finished putting on the earrings when there was a flash of pink light.

“hello there, hello again Master Fu” a red figure not unlike the turtle appeared. “Hi my name is Tikki”

The girl seemed to be confused but analytical “these two” he motioned towards Tikki and Wayzz “are known as kwamii and are bound to the miraculous, the earrings I gave you are bound to Tikki. But I must say you child are highly perceptive to be able to sense Wayzz. You must be a true chosen to have that gift.”

He smiled at the girl who asked many questions, by the time all her questions were answered it was noon. She rose and was about to exit the shop when he called out.

“For the safety of yourself and of the kwamii you must never reveal your identity or Tikki”

She looked at him with a look of pure determination and said “It is a secret. Which means the less people who know the better” with those words the strange little girl left the shop along with the kwamii of creation.

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The last morning in Paris Marinette stayed in the hotel they were leaving around dusk, so she wanted to stay close.

“What are you doing hanging out alone Dupain-Cheng?” Chloe remarked with a smirk. But Mari saw through it, she knew Chloe and she knew that Chloe knew that Lila was a huge liar.

“Well dad and I were here for the fair, and Clo its Stone actually” she replied with a smile as she walked towards the girl.

“I know” her posture shifted, and the two girls embraced, “how have you…?” she drifted off.

“nope were going to have fun all morning because I have to leave”

“Ridiculous. Utterly Ridiculous Mari” she spoke exaggeratedly while giving Mari a smile and pulled her off into the hotel.

Mari couldn’t help but think how much things had changed in only a year. She had a dad who loved her and Penny was practically her mom (who was made her godmother), her best friend in Paris (Chloe), and she now had three brothers and Bruce who was practically a second dad (not even Jagged opposed this), not to mention she now had Tikki and she couldn’t be happier. Gotham looked more and more like home the closer she flew to the city, she couldn’t help but smile, she had a home surrounded by people who loved her.

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roselightfairy · 4 years ago

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Last weekend, @daisyfornost and I watched Two Towers and the accompanying extra interviews, many of which I hadn’t seen. I was so taken by the bit where all Three Hunters actors were injured during the scenes they were trying to run across Rohan that I had to write a fic about it. I had vague thoughts about trying to make it a coherent story with other little bits of the plot, but the vignette ran itself out and then refused to go any further. Maybe one day I’ll add more or clean it up for an archive, but everything is Too Much right now, so here it is for you all.

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Every breath hurt.

Legolas had never run for so long without stopping before, but this would not have been a trying journey under any other circumstances. The plains and gentle hills of Rohan were clear and open, all possible obstacles easy to spot from a distance, and his ears sharp enough that he would hear if any foe approached from the rear. He was encumbered with his pack and his bow, yes, but that was an accustomed weight – easier, even, in the open rather than among the boughs of his home forest. And the smell of the grasslands was fresh and clean – except, he admitted reluctantly, for the foul taint that still hung about the edges of their quarry’s trail, the stink of poison and rot and something else unwholesome. But it would have been possible to ignore – indeed, it only drove the urgency of their pursuit – if not for –

He winced and pressed a hand to his left side as another flash of pain assailed him. His ribs were not shifting under his touch, he assured himself; the crack had not been so bad as all that – but still, every breath, every motion sent a new stab throbbing through him. The skin around the cracked rib was tender from the armor of the orc who had crushed him to the ground; bruises would form there soon enough, but that was ignorable. The rib was the worst of it, and the pain of breathing.

Behind him, Gimli was lagging. Legolas could hear the uneven thud of his footsteps beneath his heavy breathing, the drag of him favoring his right leg, and he grimaced in sympathy. His hurts might cause him pain when he breathed, but at least his ribs did not support his weight. Gimli, on the other hand, had twisted a knee in their fight before, and though they had wrapped it before setting out, this exertion would do it no good. The only cure for such an injury was rest, and this run afforded them none.

“How do you fare?” he murmured, falling back to Gimli’s side. He could catch up to Aragorn easily again if need be, and anyway, the man was the better tracker, particularly in such open plains. This land did not sing to Legolas in a voice that was familiar to him; he could learn it if given time, but would leave the tracking up to Aragorn for now.

“The wrapping is coming loose,” Gimli grunted, his breath coming in short hisses. “Do you suppose Aragorn would consent to stop while I rewrap it?”

Legolas glanced down at Gimli’s knee to see that he was right – the bandage, made of strips torn from an orc-rag, was already loosening. Of course they would use poor cloth for their trappings; why should their masters afford them the care of the best? If it came any looser, it would cease to do any good at all.

“I will do it,” said Legolas. “Aragorn!”

Ahead of them, Aragorn stumbled, then swore. He too seemed to have sustained some injury, as best Legolas could tell, though he had not confessed to it. It did not seem to be impeding his ability to run, but when he turned around, his teeth were gritted in pain.

“Gimli’s knee must be rewrapped,” said Legolas. He was already kneeling beside the dwarf, picking at the makeshift bandage – and ah, if running had been painful, stopping was even worse. It was not only the throbbing in his ribs that seemed to catch up with him but also an anxious fluttering, a squirm deep in his gut that twitched frantically outward: keep moving, keep moving, your quarry is escaping! His fingers fumbled at the wrapping, clumsy in his haste.

“Let me.” Aragorn crouched beside him, letting out a hiss of pain as his weight shifted. One of his hands snapped towards his right foot, but he withdrew it just as quickly and knocked Legolas’s stumbling fingers out of the way.

“You too have taken hurt, then,” said Gimli. “What ails you?”

“It is nothing,” said Aragorn, a little shifty. “Nothing to your knee, anyway. It will mend.”

“Why are you so reluctant to tell us?” said Gimli. “If an orc landed a blow on you” –

“It was no orc,” Aragorn cut him off. “It is – it is only a minor injury; I think a toe is broken. That is all. I can run well enough, and it will heal on its own.”

How Aragorn had sustained such an injury Legolas dearly wished to ask, but could already tell Aragorn would not say a word. The man could be close when he wished to. “Does it also need wrapping?” he asked. “Since we are stopped already?” The urge to move still vibrated within him, and he hoped that this stop would be the only one they need make.

“No, that would be more trouble than it is worth,” said Aragorn. “It causes me no pain unless I shift my weight.”

From the lines around his eyes, that could not be true, but Legolas did not press further. He rose to his feet instead, anxious to pace about as Aragorn finished his work so there would be no delay – but his haste made the motion jerkier than he had intended and a sharp breath of his own escaped him as his ribs protested.

Gimli looked up at him and laughed. “What a trio we do make,” he said. “The Three Hunters, indeed – should this moment ever be told of in song, I think the minstrels will omit the constant cries of pain!”

“A less glorious tale it makes, perhaps,” Aragorn agreed, “but no less valorous!” He gave Gimli’s wrappings a tug, then nodded, satisfied. “Test that.” He rose to his feet, grimacing as he did so, and gave Gimli a hand up.

Gimli tested his foot cautiously on the ground, then nodded. “That will hold better, I think,” he said.

“Good,” said Legolas. The urgency was gnawing at him again such that he shifted from foot to foot, heedless of the pain. “Good.” He turned again to the trail of the heavy metal-shod boots. “Let us run, then, and let us have no more delays.”

#my fic #aragorn #legolas #gimli #three hunters

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gummygowon · 4 years ago

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a dad? | kim hongjoong

word count:1.7k

genre: fluff, angst if you really wanted it to be

established relationship!

warnings: possible pregnancy

you were bouncing your leg up and down so quickly you were sure you were going to leave a dent on the floor.

you nervously eyed the timer on your phone and then glanced over to the thing that could basically change everything in your life.

"y/n? you alright in there?" your best friend asked, as she knocked on the bathroom stall.

she had dragged you into the nearest drug store after you've thrown up for the third time this week and had just missed your period.

"yeah, i'm doing just great." you replied sarcastically, hiding the nerves in you.

she just sighed at your response, "you know y/n, he's not going to leave you."

"you don't know that." you argued.

you had been dating kim hongjoong for quite awhile now. you were there during his trainee days and had supported him through everything. his career as a kpop idol was soaring and having a baby now would cause so much chaos for the both you. the public didn't even know of your guys's relationship so how would they react once they found he was dad already at the age of twenty-one? shit, you guys weren't even engaged.

a loud, annoying alarm had rung from your phone, pulling you back to reality.

"y/n, i'll still be here for you no matter the result." your best friend comforted you.

you took a deep, shaky breath as you peered over the test. the test that would ultimately change your lives forever.

two bright red lines stared right back at you as your heart dropped.

you felt tears prick your eyes and a quiet sob escaped your lips.

"y/n?" your best friend asked before slipping underneath the stall to hug you.

you were shaking violently as you held up the positive pregnancy test, "i'm pregnant."

your best friend didn't say anything as she engulfed you into a tight hug. you began sobbing into your friend's shoulder.

"how i am going to tell hongjoong." you cried.

"honey, relax. he'll still love you no matter what and he won't push you to do anything you don't want to do."

you didn't say anything else after that, afraid of what was going to happen next.

the two of you have been living together for three years now and your apartment seemed too small to raise a child. and how was hongjoong going to take care of your child if he was working all the time at the studio? how was his manger going to react to you guys being so careless? their manger was already shifty on your relationship with him to begin with.

all of your doubts and worries had fogged up your mind like smoke.

but your biggest fear was that he was going to leave you in the dust and never talk to you again. the thought of that ever happening made you sob even harder.

you were thankful to have your best friend. you knew she was going to stick through everything with you and you would do the exact same without a doubt. hell, she was comforting you right now in a freakin cvs bathroom.

once you had controlled your sobs and were ready to face the harsh world, the two of you went back to your apartment before your boyfriend was going to come home.

the two of you watched old disney movies until your best friend had to leave for dinner. and of course, she made you pick out potential baby names.

deep down, you wanted to keep the baby and start a family with him. the two of you even talked about having kids together but you didn't realize that the opportunity would literally come right now in the midst of his career and your bachelor degree. having a baby would be incredibly difficult to take care of but if the both of you wanted to keep it then you were going to figure out a way.

you had thrown away the box of the pregnancy test and let the real thing sit on your sink counter.

"y/n!" your best friend called for you. "the water is boiling!"

you had just begun preparing dinner for your boyfriend and you. tonight, you settled on making some tasty, homemade ramen. nothing, too special. you still had no idea how you were going to tell hongjoong that you were carrying his child.

you sprinted out of the bathroom, leaving the test on on the counter.

"shit!" you yelped as you quickly turned down the heat before the pot had a chance to overflow.

you sighed in relief as you watched the bubbles sink back down. "you know, you could've just helped me out here."

"i would but my mom made some bombass noodles and i can hear them calling my name." she defended as she slipped on her shoes.

"oh, fuck you." you joked and stuck out your tongue.

"yeah, yeah. i'll see you later." she waved at you and reached for the door.

"thank you for everything!" you called out to her as she slipped out of your apartment.

"of course, just text me if you need anything else ok?"

you nodded happily as you watched your best friend leave. you added the noodles into your pot and were stirring them carefully. until it hit you that you still didn't have any idea on how you were going to tell hongjoong.

"fuck." you mumbled under your breath and reached for your cell phone.

you immediately texted your best friend, how the fuck am i supposed to tell him?

you watched as the bubble with three dots appeared,

i'm not the one dating him.

bitch that has nothing to do with this

you're creative, i know you can come up with something and i think hongjoong would prefer something more small and private anyways.

ok yeah, you're right ig.

thank youu

i know i'm right

literally shut up

you're welcome

you sighed in response to the text and focused on making dinner while thinking up ways to tell him.

you were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that your boyfriend came home. it wasn't until he wrapped his arms around you while you were chopping the chicken for dinner. you jumped at his jump, nearly cutting off your finger.

"don't scare me like that!" you whined at your boyfriend.

he chuckled at you, "sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. i thought you would've noticed me by then."

you felt your heart begin to race.

"hey are you okay?" he asked as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

"yes, i just have something to tell you later." you confessed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"why can't you tell me now?" hongjoong whined.

"cause you stink." you laughed as you escaped his grasp. "shower and i'll tell you while we eat.

"fine, you're so difficult."

you rolled your eyes at him, "guess i just have more to eat then."

"oh, hell no."

"go shower!" you scolded.

"ok, ok i'm going." he put his hands up in defense as he left the the kitchen.

you resumed your cooking and was now putting the dish together. you were in the middle of setting up the dinner table when hongjoong came bursting into the kitchen again.

"what?" you perked your head up at him in concern.

"is this yours?" he asked as held up the plastic stick.

your felt your heart drop and nodded your head weakly, not even daring to look at him. you were supposed to tell him and not have him find out like this. this was going great so far. "i was going to tell you today."

he moved closer to you, "when did you take this?"

"today." you mumbled. "i'm sorry, i don't know how it happened. and i swear i'm still on the pill-"

"y/n," he cut you off. "i'm so happy."

"huh?" you were honestly feeling about twenty different emotions right now. "you're not mad?"

"why would i be mad?" he asked as he pulled you into a hug.

"because i thought it would ruin your career." you confessed. you felt him began to shake. "hongjoong?"

he pulled away from you with tears streaming down his face. "y/n, i'm going to be a dad!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his reaction with tears of your own.

"i'm so happy." he cried.

you cried even harder, feeling overwhelmed with happiness even though the reveal didn't go the way you wanted.

"i love you." you whispered before pulling him into a kiss.

"i love you too." he stooped down to your belly and poked it softly. "and this little one too."

*extra*

it had been about two years since you've given birth to you and hongjoong's child. parenthood wasn't the easiest thing ever but with the two of you tackling it together made it significantly better. the two of you ended up being the best parents you guys possibly could have imagined. you and hongjoong made sure to love and care for your babygirl at all times.

sometimes you would bring her to the dance studio so she could watch her dad practice.

"appa!" your little girl shouted as the two of you slipped into the studio.

"is that my favorite niece of all time?" san asked in a gentle tone as he tickled her cheeks.

hongjoong had swooped her up from san and into his arms.

"hey!" he whined.

"she's literally my child, san." hongjoong said as he rolled as his eyes. "now how's my little aurora doing huh?"

he pecked her cheek multiple times making her spurt into a fit of giggles. your little girl never failed to light up the studio no matter what was going on.

hongjoong kissed you on the cheek. "what a nice surprise."

you smiled at him, "she's one the who suggested we saw her appa."

"is that right?" he cooed at her as he put her back on the floor. she had immediately grabbed your leg. "do you wanna watch appa dance?"

aurora nodded excitedly as you picked her up and sat down on the couch in the room.

you watched your soon to be husband dance his ass off with eyes full of love. everything you needed was right here in this dance studio and you couldn't be more thankful.

#kim hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez oneshots #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #kim hongjoong fluff #kim hongjoong angst #hongjoong oneshots #kim hongjoong oneshots #kim hongjoong imagines #hongjoong imagines #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #kpop fluff oneshots

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koshicoast · 4 years ago

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Randomly thought of but MHA except Bakugou’s hatred for Deku isnt because he’s quirkless. Bakugou doesn’t hate or is prejudice towards quirkless people, he hates weak people

AU where Bakugou is still somewhat the same as in canon but his feelings and thoughts come from a different mindset

Growing up his parents taught him that a quirk doesn’t make a person stronger, the person makes a quirk strong

This leads him to train in not only with his quirk but also in various areas that could potentially come up during hero work (lock picking, reading body language, shit like that) bc if he’s weak then so is his quirk

If you’re wondering how a child is learning all of this, this is Bakugou-fucking-Katsuki. If he wants something, he’s gonna get it even if it means he has to go through hell.

Luckily in this AU, his parents aren’t neglectful or shitty!! they indulged in his whims more of them than not!!

They’re both famous fashion designers and have a lot of connections when it comes to ‘high end society’ so if katsuki wants to learn how to dress to kill or something like that, they already have it set up for him!

The Bakugou’s teach their little victory all of their tricks and tips about how to theoretically make clothes that have extra space for weapons (they know his desire to be a hero and while they’re a little worried they’re just happy he’s being prepared for the long run.) They don’t actually make clothes for him to hide weapons, they verbally tell him how to do something and tips but they leave it up to him to complete the task to a proficient level

They also let their coworkers teach Bakugou stuff, anything their kid would find important or somewhat interesting (taking pictures is boring but learning how to take clear pictures of a loving target is interesting)

Many models, photographers and people who know the Bakugous have basically adopted Katsuki as their feral child since many of them are unable to have their own kids due to their work

Now, Bakugou has learned things about body language (how to read it), how to fake his confidence, sewing, stitching, how to dress for any situation, etc from his parents and their coworkers

However while those skills are important for him (he has a plan to be the best and he can’t be the best if he’s lacking in skills) he needs to know how to fight hand to hand without a quirk or how to pick locks or how to pickpocket (who knows, maybe he’ll have to steal something from a villain!!)

He doesn’t tell his parents what his specific plans are but he does tell him he’s gonna do training on his own

Now normal parents would be worried but for the sake of the AU let’s just say that katsuki’s parents work on the mentality that ‘their child is strong and even if he gets knocked down, he’ll be right back up. He’s a Bakugou.’

Bakugou’s never give up, it’s not in their blood to give up.

So, Bakugou, feral child, goes off on his own to experience a real fight with people who won’t care if they hurt him or to find someone to teach him how to pick a lock or pickpocket

Most of the adults he’s met are just amused by this kid so they too indulge him and his demands

Especially those who spar with him, Bakugou has made it clear that if he feels like they’re holding back he’ll make it so they can’t afford to anymore

(Yes this isn’t always a good thing but what matters is that he’s survived and somewhat friends with a bunch of shady people)

(They’ll tell you that they’re friends, Bakugou thinks that they’re worthy opponents)

Now this leads me to his relationship with deku

Originally he didn’t actually hate Deku when it’s announced that he’s quirkless, why would he? The nerd just has to get strong and it’ll be fine!

Deku isnt weak because he doesn’t have a quirk just like how Bakugou isn’t strong just because he has a quirk

That mentality lasts for 3 seconds

he starts to hate how the green boy lets that determine his future of being a hero or not

Deku being quirkless isn’t a problem. Deku allowing himself to be weak because he’s quirkless is a problem.

He just gets so frustrated with deku that he eventually just pulls away. He doesn’t want to hang out with someone who doesn’t work towards a goal, blood, sweat, tears and all that.

Deku wanting to be a hero is funny to Bakugou because deku is weak, the nerd let’s people step all over him especially Bakugou

To Bakugou, if deku just stood up for himself for once then he’d respect him

For obvious reasons, Midoriya does not know this and everyone including him assumes Bakugou just hates him because he’s quirkless

(The only exceptions is Bakugou’s parents because they have the same mindset and Inko because her and Mitski are best friends so she’s more than aware of their thought process)

For reasons, Bakugou’s ‘bullying’ is more like taunts and if he does use his quirk he never directly harms Midoriya (he just wants to push the kid to act not kill him) this also means he never tells deku to kill himself

Midoriya firmly believes Bakugou hates him and acts more or less the same as he does in canon

However he doesn’t see how the blonde will text inko to let her know when Midoriya is having a really bad day or how Bakugou wards off students who want to seriously harm him

Is this an excuse to write about Bakugou acting as a ‘reluctant older sibling who just wants the best for the younger but doesn’t know how to verbalize it so their actions come off as bullying or the likes’ and Midoriya being the ‘younger sibling who is terrified of their older sibling but still admires them greatly yet will never say that out loud because they’re convinced said older sibling hates them’? Maybe

Needless to say, this leads to an interesting conversation when the topic of quirkless people comes up during class

Bakugou scowls as he feels his classmates’ stares burn into his skull. He turns around with sneer, his palms popping. “What?” He manages to ask through gritted teeth. All without blowing up too.

His dad is gonna be so proud.

“W-well..” Shitty hair stammers, looking uncomfortable as he shifts in his chair. (The only reason why he doesn’t immediately get blown up is because Bakugou likes him. He’s man enough to admit he’s got a crush but like hell is he gonna do anything about. What he’s not gonna do though? Blow up said crush.)

“Y’know how you are!” Dunce Face blurts out, Tape Face elbowing his stomach harshly as Pinky hisses a not so quiet ‘not cool dude!’ . Now the others are exchanging shifty glances and from how reluctant they are to meet his eyes, he already has a good idea what this is about.

“Yeah yknow we’re just

“Yeah?” His eyes narrow with disdain as his ugly scowl softens into a calculating frown and he tilts his head just slightly. His arms crossed across his chest while he forces his body to relax. It takes just a few seconds but his aura changes from the ‘typical bad boy delinquent’ vibe he usually has going on and turns into something much more. It works wonders and he has a brief flashback from a conversation he had as a kid.

“You want to be intimadating? Don’t shout, don’t fire off your explosions, don’t give any reaction. Be cold, be caculating. Be dangerous little one. Being quiet is the most dangerous one can get.”

He has the electric blonde pinned under his look and faintly he can hear a ‘oh shit’ from a few seats away. He knows what he looks like, practiced the fuck out of this particular stare that a Russian model taught him all those years ago when he went on a fashion trip with his parents.

“I’ll teach you how to be scary little firecracker. Make us proud, you’re our little victory.”

Models, he muses privately as he watches the boy sweat bullets, are as dangerous as they are pretty. It takes a few moments of tense silence before someone eventually breaks and unsurprisingly it’s fucking half-n-half. He doesn’t have a real issue with daddy issues but he’s got a bone to pick with the tea kettle lover after the whole incident at the sports festival. The thought of fighting him is enough to get his blood going.

“They thought you’d hate quirkless people.” Hot Water fucker says, face void of any emotion and voice monotone. Ever since being friends with the nerd, IcyHot has gotten a lot better at speaking up when normally he’d just ignore everything. (Now if only shitty deku could pound some emotion that’d be great.)

Even though he’d expect it, he can’t help but laugh.“Why would I hate quirkless people?” He questions, raising a perfect brow. He drops his arms, an elbow perched up on Midoriya’s desk as his cheek rests on his open palm. He watches them falter, hesitation in their eyes. He decides to add fuel to fire, “One of my favorite people in this world is quirkless. She works for my parents as a secretary, I visit her every time I go.”

He doesn’t bother to listen to the responses, snapping his head and making direct eye contact with the nerd. “I hate people who have potential but let others tell them where they belong. It’s pathetic and sad. They should go get some fucking dignity, you think having a quirk is any better than not having one? It’s like having an arm, it’s the norm but if you don’t got it doesn’t mean you’re broken.” His words come out even despite the frustration building under his skin, he sees how Deku’s eyes widen in some kind of realization so he forces himself to pull his gaze away before landing onto Pony Tail. He doesn’t have an issue with her and actually likes her a lot better than the others but her confidence is so low it offends him, especially since he sees her as an opponent. Her eyes grow big and he can tell she’s nervous but before he can change his mind, his mouth opens. Oops.

The idiots practically brought this upon themselves. Reap what you sow dumbasses.

He just goes off and everyone is just stunned because they had this idea of him but that completely crumbled as soon as he started to reveal some of his thoughts and opinions

(Kirishima always kinda knew Bakugou was like this just bc I say so)

I know where this was going but now I do not lmao

Anyways he said his peace and it’s all quiet as people take in what he said and Ofc mineta decides to say something

“I don’t wanna hear that from a villain!” The diaper baby shrieks loudly, the grape fucker’s finger shaking as he points at him. Now usually, Bakugou has no problem with blasting the little pervert and calling it a day but he’s not quite done giving the literal talk down of a century just yet.

“Listen here you sex offender in training” He sneers and he takes great pleasure in seeing the other tremble in fear. “Wanna know why people shut the fuck up when I talk? Why people bother to take my advice? Why compared to me, you’re just a coward that no one besides the class’s resident sunshine trio will ever look at twice?” He asks, getting up slowly. No one stops him as he takes a step forward.

“Because I say actually fucking matters.” Step. “What I say is based off of experience and talent.” Step. “If you’re lucky then maybe the shit you spew will be worth something because it’s not worth anything here.” He finally makes it to his desk, towering over the other.

“You don’t like what I gotta say? Deal with it. I’ll continue to talk my shit to everyone and anyone because I can back it up. Can you? You fought any villains recently like teach over there? You go through some sudden growth and expand your moral compass like glasses? You fight and protect a little girl from the yakuza recently like Deku and Shitty hair? How bout deal with a shitty dad or shitty parenrs like IcyHot and Eyebags? What? Piss baby too scared now? Yeah, where were you when we were fighting for our lives? Were you there when Pikachu and Tape Face and Racoon Eyes fought against the villains in USJ?” He questions but everyone knows he’s not asking for an answer. “You there when birdbrain almost got kidnapped? You there when I got kidnapped? No? Then do everyone a fucking favor and shut the fuck up or I swear to whatever god you believe in, I’ll shove my fist down your throat and into your pathetic body and explode you so badly they’ll be scrapping off your guts for days.”

Needless to say, it was an interesting class

#bakugou headcanons #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #drabble #snippets #my hero academia #mha #kiribaku #but only if u squint #boku no hero headcanons #donT come for me iM tired

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 33: Secret Detectives

Previous chapters // Montserrat's masterlist

Fandom: SVU // Pairing: Rafael Barba x OFC

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

Taglist: @ocfairygodmother @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @perfectlystiles @averyhotchner [If you’d like to be added to this specific OC’s stories/edits, send me a message!]

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Chapter Summary: Montserrat does the opposite of what Calhoun begs her to do. She and Damian are on the same page when it comes to Gael's trial.

"Hey, where's your brother?" Montserrat startled Kara just as the woman was about to put on lipstick. Instead of going on her lips, like a normal person would do, it went over her cheek.

"Montse!" the blonde huffed and threw Montserrat a glare for her imprudence, not that the detective noticed.

"What?"

Kara gestured at her red-stained face. "I have a lunch date with Sonny!"

"Oh please," the detective snorted and looked away. "He's in too deep to notice any flaws in you."

"While that is both lovely and stress-relieving, I still like looking nice," Kara got up from her vanity desk's chair and went in search for a makeup removal wipe around the room.

"Okay but seriously, have you got any news on Damian? He texted me this morning saying that he might have found a clue of where that missing security feed video went but he hasn't texted me anything else."

"So why would he text me?" huffed Kara again. She'd found her makeup removal wipes and had returned to the vanity desk. She leaned close to the mirror in order to strategically remove only the lipstick smudge and not her entire makeup.

"Because I'm desperate and hopeful, what else?"

Kara mockingly glared through the mirror.

"So?" the detective went on like nothing. "Did he happen to text you?"

"No," sighed Kara. "And if he does, I will call you straightaway. I promise."

"Thanks," Montserrat said and moved to leave only to stop by the doorway to look back. "And why are you putting on so much make up anyways? You're going to be stuffing your face with food."

"Get out!" Kara pointed, making Montserrat laughed. She could hear Montserrat's laughter even as the woman left, but Kara secretly decided she would much rather have this version of her best friend than the totally depressed version she had not too long ago. She wasn't sure what it was that changed - since Gael was still on trial - but Kara was thankful that something did change.

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The last thing Rafael expected to see in his office in the middle of the day was Montserrat comfortably sitting at his desk, in his chair. "What...are you doing…?" he closed the door behind him, not that it would matter since Carmen had the day off. He'd be in trials all day today.

"I own your office now," Montserrat waved him off as most of her focus was on her laptop in front of her.

"No, I'm pretty sure you don't," Rafael countered as he walked up to his desk, but even him putting his briefcase down with a loud thud wasn't enough to startle Montserrat out of his chair.

"I seem to recall that yesterday you said I owned you so-" she looked up with a big smile on her face, a sarcastic one at that, "-I own the office now too. So could you please…" she made a gesture for him to actually leave the office.

"I did not say you owned me, I said..." Rafael cleared his throat when he remembered the moment he uttered similar words to the ones Montserrat was saying. It involved a lot of kissing in which he might have lost some of his lucidity. "I said: 'You might have me wrapped around your finger.' Emphasis on the 'might'."

Montserrat still smirked at him, quite proudly too. "It's amazing what I can get you to say when these-" she tapped her finger over her lips, "-are at work."

Rafael didn't know whether to laugh or snap. He'd been in more puzzled states this week alone than he had been over any case he ever handled. But he liked it. A lot. "Get out of my chair," he instructed, though smiling now, "And stop being so sarcastic. I have a short lunch break today."

"I know, those cases Olivia has me reading to catch up are terrible," Montserrat leaned back on his chair. "I'm swamped in files and when I'm not doing that I'm tailing after Damian and going to my brother's trials. So, you want to try again and tell me to get up from this comfortable chair?"

Rafael rolled his eyes. "No, I guess not."

Montserrat smugly smiled at him. "I wouldn't have been able to get away with this-" she rubbed her hands over the chair's arm-rest, "-if I wasn't kissing you every so often now, huh?" Not too long ago he was snapping at her to stop sitting over his desk.

Rafael decided to skip her moment of high ego. His break was truly short. "You're extra smug today - is there a new development in your brother's trial?" he moved around the desk and tapped the top of her laptop.

"Sort of," she straightened up in the chair. "Damian said this morning that he may have gotten a clue of where the missing security camera video went, but he hasn't updated me. I want to go down there and find it myself already. It's agonizing waiting."

"You do that and you ruin your brother. Is that what you want?"

"...no."

"Then what do you think you should do?"

"...wait," Montserrat answered in a low mutter.

"There you go. Now get out of my chair."

Montserrat rolled her eyes but this time she listened and stood up. "Is there something I should know about that chair, or…?"

"Yes, it's my chair. And...it's my chair," he said dead serious, thinking it was a fairly good reason.

She shut her laptop down and switched spots with him so he could finally take his seat. "While I'm here, I just have to ask something really quick. And I wouldn't ask because...I know this-" she gestured between herself and him, "-is brand new. Like 3 days new, but…"

"You could get on with it before lunch is over, you know."

Her expression went flat. "I have to make sure we're on the same page, okay? Kara's noticed I'm a bit more…" her left hand went in circles while she came up with the right word, "...happier?"

Rafael's expression immediately turned into a smug smile. "Really?"

"Shut up," Montserrat pointed at him. She didn't want that smug look to stay on his face forever, because she was sure he could do that.

"I didn't say anything-"

"-but your face says it all. But being really serious here, I didn't tell her anything."

"Montserrat, I never told you to keep it a secret-"

"-I know, I know," She folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the desk. "I would just like to know...where exactly we stand."

"You mean telling people or not?"

"Aha."

"That depends solely on you," Rafael rose from his chair, giving her a small smile. He was fairly amused by her sudden nervousness. "I have no problem letting anyone know to stay away from you- I mean that we're together."

Montserrat shot him a look. But even if she wanted to pretend to be annoyed at the comment, she couldn't because she felt the same way towards him. She didn't want anyone else going near him.

But then again…

"Well," she pushed herself away from the desk and stepped closer to him, "I kind of like this right now. No one really knows except for Sonny but he's an easy one to keep quiet."

"You mean because you'll scare him to death?"

"Yes," she grinned then leaned on him with her hands on his chest. "I really like how you think."

"Really? Because that's not what you used to say," he curled his hands over hers. "In fact, it was just one of the many things you used to hate about me. Like my attitude…"

"Still hate that, actually."

"And my voice…"

"Only just getting past it, really."

"And my mouth…"

"Still hate that," Montserrat wiggled one of her hands from his to tap one finger over his lips. "I really hate it, to be honest."

"Oh, you still do?" Rafael gingerly pulled her finger off his lips and wrapped his hand over hers entirely. Now he could truly relish in her warmth and her softness — these 3 days, though casual so far, had made him feel the best he'd ever been in such a long time.

"I still do," Montserrat tried pulling her hand from his but he had a tight grip on it.

"I guess I still have some work to do, then," Rafael brought her hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

"Work hard then," Montserrat chuckled. She watched as he wrapped one arm around her waist while his other hand freely went up and down her side. She actually hated that he had this effect on her when he wasn't really doing anything except touching her. What irritated her more was that she had yet to find something that gave him the same feeling. Yes, he did clearly enjoy their time together these past days but Montserrat felt like there could be more feelings than what he expressed.

In layman's terms, she felt like she needed to figure out what made him tick. That way, she could drive him crazy...like he drove her crazy.

Just as they shared one kiss, Montserrat's cellphone started buzzing in her pocket. "Sorry," she pulled the phone out and saw it was a text. "Gael's case. Damian thinks he might have found the place where the video's hidden. I have to run."

"Uh, is it...is it just going to be you and him?" Rafael really hoped that question didn't sound as awkward as he thought it did. He fully blamed Sonny for putting that idea into his head, but then he remembered what he saw in the courthouse 3 days ago and…

Sonny may have been right.

And he may have been jealous.

Montserrat still didn't have a clue about it, so she just nodded and casually answered the question with a 'yeah'. "Casey's meeting us afterwards."

"Ah."

Montserrat stuffed her laptop into her bag then noticed his unusual quietness. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Rafael went to take his seat again, but even that movement was unusually shifty.

Montserrat's eyebrows wrinkled together. She put her laptop down on the desk and looked at him again. "Are we...good?"

"Of course we are," he smiled softly at her. It was convincing straight away.

"O...kay," she nodded slowly. "So then, we've agreed to keep things...quiet?"

"Do you want to?"

"...kind of? I mean, I don't want to keep it a secret forever it's just...you know that whole blissful bubble thing that most people look down upon?"

"Sort of?"

"I really like the bubble," Montserrat tucked a curl behind her ear, pursing her lips together. "It's just nice and...free? Does that make sense?"

Rafael nodded, close to chuckling. "It does, surprisingly. I agree. At least for the time being, it might be better if we just keep things between us."

"Exactly," Montserrat strung her bag's strap over her shoulder. "Well, you know, except for Sonny but...we might just kill him to keep the secret."

"Exactly," Rafael pointed at her, making her laugh.

"You're supposed to warn me that this is the wrong place to say something like that and especially not to say it in front of you, a D.A?"

"Right," Rafael looked away as he pretended to remember that rule he himself told her a long time ago. But in the end, he shook his head. "I might be giving you some special treatments."

"As you should," Montserrat pointed. She moved to his side, leaning down only to press a kiss to his lips. "I'll see you later?"

"Please," he said, making it sound like a beg more than a response. That was a novelty for him too.

Montserrat smiled at him. "I'll call you later, then." She looked at him for a few seconds before surprising him with a second kiss.

Her hand curled on the back of his neck as she finished the kiss. Now Rafael didn't quite like surprises, but he definitely liked her surprises. He realized that very quickly.

"I really have to go," Montserrat said as soon as she pulled away and forced her hands away from him. If they touched him again, she wouldn't be able to leave anytime soon. "See you."

Rafael watched her leave in a hasty pace and despite having this idiot smile on his face, once he remembered who she was going to meet up with...it faltered. "Goddammit," he muttered.

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Damian had explained to Montserrat very quickly what he'd found. And what he thought he had found, was pretty damn convincing. It had Montserrat pacing back and forth in her apartment's living room.

"You think it's in that storage room?" Montserrat asked for the third time since Damian had finished telling her the story.

"I think so," Damian nodded fast. "I was rewatching the security feed from that day and I noticed there was a janitor that I hadn't really...noticed before." He scrunched his face after realizing that was a terrible way to describe it. "See, I know everyone who works with me, from the top to bottom. I've never seen that janitor before."

"You think he doesn't really work there?"

"I think he wasn't even a janitor," Damian clarified where his thoughts were going. "Because he only appears in the day before the building fell apart. He doesn't even appear the day Gael made the last evaluation, even when he turns in the paperwork. He's just not there."

"I gotta find that guy," scowled Montserrat.

"Yes but let's focus on the main thing right now."

"You're right," Montserrat stopped pacing and sat on the edge of the coffee table, an act that would always have Kara on her back. "If we find that video and show them the one you found with that janitor who's not really a janitor...we can end this trial."

"Exactly," nodded Damian. "I'll just go head back after lunch and do that."

"But we can't let that person know you're onto them. You'll need someone else to look for it."

"It's fine. He's not there anymore. He was literally only there for one day, maybe two days max."

"Just because he's not there doesn't mean he doesn't have eyes or ears on us," Montserrat wagged a finger. "I can go in. Hardly ever seen me before in that place."

"Oh no, you can't do that. You heard what Calhoun said. If Geraghty finds out you were anywhere near there, she'll make it look like you planted the evidence."

"But I can't just stay away! I need to be there when we get that video."

"How's about a compromise, then?" Damian leaned forwards on the couch. "I'm the one who has to go in, but you can wait outside. And I mean some place where you won't get caught by a camera because we really can't mess this up for Gael. Not when we're this close."

Montserrat exhaled and nodded her head. He had the right mindset. She couldn't ruin this for her brother, especially when it just because she wanted to go in. It didn't matter who went in as long as someone came out with the damn video. "Okay, it sounds good. But I have to say I don't like the idea of you going in alone."

Damian smiled at her. "Worried about me?"

"Always," she said. "You're family and we always watch our back. Sme malí, ale mocní," she offered him another smile.

"I have no idea what you just said but it sounded good," Damian pointed at her.

"We are small but mighty," Montserrat translated the Slovakian phrase. "We're a small family but we are strong as hell."

"Okay, so how do you want to play this?"

Montserrat thought about it long and hard. She didn't want to risk losing Gael his case but she wanted someone she could fully trust to go in with Damian in case he got hurt. "I got it," she declared and rose from the table with a newfound grin on her face. "You can go in, but I'll be sending in my own help."

Damian looked at her wearily. He knew her idea face all too well, but sometimes they didn't end like she planned. "Who'd you have in mind?"

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"Just go in, go directly to that room and then get out," Montserrat walked between Damian and a friend of hers. Said friend may have been from 1PP but she wasn't a detective yet, so…

Fair game?

Montserrat preferred not to think about it.

"Okay and while I do that I'm guessing your friend…" Damian looked over Montserrat's head to the slightly taller woman — an olive-skinned woman with shoulder length black hair, "...keeps a look out for me?"

"Yes," Montserrat nodded and glanced at the friend in question. "Andra's been training and she's an officer now, so…"

"You want me to keep him safe, got it," the woman nodded her head. She didn't understand much of what was going on but she did want to help Montserrat. "Officer Andra Moressy," she then told Damian. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Damian said, feeling more than reasonably awkward.

Montserrat stopped a few blocks before they reached Damian's job. "Okay, this is as far as I can go." She turned to the two. "You guys good? I'll be out here and if anything goes wrong just call me and I'll go, no matter what."

Damian put a hand over her shoulder, giving her one of those smiles telling her everything would be fine. "We got it, Montse. You didn't need to bring another friend, though. I can do this on my own."

"I just feel a lot better if someone else was with you," Montserrat smiled back, though not as strong as his was. She looked at Andra and sighed. "Sorry for springing this on you, I just couldn't think of anyone else that could go in without problems."

Andra waved a hand, indicating it was just fine. "Always good to have some practice, right? But can I ask...who exactly are we supposed to be looking out for?"

"Um…" Montserrat slowly slid her hands into her coat's pocket. "Some guy who pretended to be a janitor. He helped frame my brother and even though Damian says he hasn't shown up...I don't want to take chances. But if you see him, shoot for a leg because I was that bastard alive so I can ask — demand answers."

Andra wouldn't even point out how fast Montserrat's face had hardened. She got it. This was personal. "Okay." She looked at Damian with the same question he had. "You ready?"

"Oh yeah," he nodded. "Let's go."

Andra nodded again and started the way. Damian only lingered behind to give Montserrat a hug and remind her to stay away.

Now Montserrat knew this could be hours of waiting and the worst part was that she couldn't even call Damian to know how things were going. She'd busied herself at a small coffee shop, though she hadn't even drank what she ordered. At around five, late five, Montserrat got a text from Rafael. He was asking if she was alright.

She remembered she'd promised to stop by again later or call him. She picked up her phone to call, but then after thinking about it she put her phone back down. She couldn't involve him in this, not when it had the potential to harm his career and job altogether. It was exactly what he'd warned her months ago when he reasoned with her that they couldn't be together. She didn't want to prove him right.

After a few minutes of thinking again, she grabbed her phone off the table and responded with a quick text.

I'm so sorry, something came up.

Montserrat felt terrible lying but if she told him the truth he could try and stop her. But she definitely wasn't into the idea of lying so early in a relationship. I mean, every relationship has a little white lies but they definitely shouldn't have a big lie like this one. She sighed inwardly.

Two hours passed and Montserrat still didn't have a word from Damian. In that span of 2 hours, she did receive a couple more texts. One was from Rafael again asking if she was okay, to which Montserrat answered yet another short response 'yup' and moved on.

She might pay for that one later.

The second text was from Casey, asking where the hell she was because Calhoun was driving her crazy.

And the third text was from Olivia, requesting Montserrat read up on the latest case that had apparently turned into a staged night raid.

Out of those three, Montserrat felt like she could at least respond to Casey because that was the one that would get her into the least amount of trouble. And if it did get her into trouble, at least Casey would know what to do.

And in doing that, Casey came storming into the coffee shop 30 minutes later. "Montserrat Irene Novak, I cannot believe you are doing this!"

Montserrat straightened in her chair and, maturely, pouted. "Well, I didn't tell you so you could come and scold me."

"Someone has to!" Casey plopped down into the empty chair across her. She lowered her voice for the next time she spoke up. "Do you realize that you can lose your job by doing this? Not to mention lose your brother's case all together?"

"I'm being careful," Montserrat said quietly.

"Careful!?" Casey's eyes were wide with incredulity. "You're putting yourself in the wolf's den! If someone from Geraghty's team finds out that you arranged this, Montserrat I don't even know what the hell is going to happen to you."

"I don't care," Montserrat said bluntly and before Casey could scold her again, she explained, "I don't mean that as in 'I'm careless and I'm doing what I want' thing. I mean that as in someone framed my brother for a double murder and I can't let that go. Not when I have the means to prove that he's innocent and that he's been framed."

Casey sighed. "Montse, this is beyond dangerous. And do you even have proof of what you're saying?"

"It's the only logical reason for all of this," Montserrat made a gesture. "Gael is not careless in his job. He says he checked everything in final evaluation and I believe him. He would never let anyone get hurt us because he chose not to do his usual routine. Someone had to have framed him for this."

"But why? Why would someone do that?"

"I don't know," shrugged Montserrat. "But if we find the guy who did it, we can sure as hell ask them."

For a long moment, Casey stared at her cousin. Like Damian, she recognized Montserrat's idea face and feared the results. This wasn't an ordinary idea, nor an ordinary situation. It was a huge risk she was taking.

"Alright, fine," Casey sighed. "I guess we can wait here."

"Casey, you don't have to. I know it's putting my job on the line, you don't need to risk yours."

"But I do. Because my cousin is an idiot," Casey smiled so casually while Montserrat rolled her eyes. "So, might as well order a coffee. How long have you been here?"

"I'm going for nearly 3 hours now."

"Long wait," Casey understood then picked up a menu. Like Montserrat, she ended up ordering a vanilla latte. "So, how's life?"

Montserrat couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously?"

"Well, it's a long wait! I don't want to spend it in awkward silence."

Montserrat had to laugh one more time.

"Seriously. You do seem a bit chipper than usual, especially since your brother's facing trial for murder."

Montserrat no longer laughed but there was a secretive smile that Casey recognized fairly fast. "I'm good."

"You're hiding something," Casey pointed a wagging finger at her cousin. "What is it?"

"Something good, don't worry about it."

"Now I'm worrying. What are you hiding, Montse?"

"I said-" Montserrat leaned forwards on the table, "-don't worry about it. You'll know later in the future."

Casey narrowed her eyes on her cousin. But, before she could respond, Montserrat gasped at something behind her.

"Damian!" she practically scrambled to get out of her seat.

Damian and Andra had come rushing in, like they'd been running all the way there.

"Thought I might find you in here," Damian pointed at the chalkboard sign announcing Vanilla Lattes were half off. "You love those things."

Montserrat rolled her eyes and moved onto better things. "Did you get it!?"

"I found it! I found the missing video!"

"Seriously!?" Montserrat's entire face lit up like a series of fireworks. That was the best thing she'd heard as of late, with the exception of one other thing but that was for her and Rafael to know.

"Yeah. It was hidden through the old files that needed to be archived which - honestly - was a pretty good hiding spot considering no one wants that job!"

"So you've got it!?"

"Aha!"

Montserrat laughed in utter joy. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "The charges are going to be dropped!"

"Yup!"

"That's great," Casey got up from her chair, smiling like they were but she seemed more level headed than the pair. "So we should get that evidence logged in for trial tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Montserrat pulled away with a newfound scowl on her face.

"It's past five and by the time they actually get the charges dropped, it'll be way too late for tonight."

That put a real dampener in Montserrat's mood. She drew away from Damian and turned to her cousin. "But we need to get those charges dropped now."

"I get it, Montse, but we can't really…" Casey trailed off once she began to see Montserrat's impatient face. Even if she did spend 5 minutes lecturing about the rules and process, Montserrat wouldn't be listening to her at all. "Oh fine, let's go."

And just like that, the smile and beam was back on Montserrat's face. "That's more like it!"

Together, they sought out Calhoun to loop her in but as soon as she heard the news, she had a good go at Montserrat for her 'wrecklessness'. Montserrat couldn't say that she listened, nor that she cared. Of course it was Calhoun who put some sense into all of them as she started going off with the actual process to get the charges dropped. However, Calhoun was a fool if she believed Montserrat would leave her alone. Between the night before and the next morning, she had all of them working to put the evidence together so that first come tomorrow Gael would be a free man. If Calhoun had to say it…

"You are the most irritating woman I have ever met," she spat as she walked alongside Montserrat down a hallway. "And don't forget I've handled your squad's petty cases. And Rafael Barba altogether."

"Yeah, it's not the first time I hear that," Montserrat had her biggest smile that morning. "And I've learned to live with it."

Calhoun came to a stop outside an office door then turned to face the slightly smaller detective. She was used to handling all of the SVU detectives but it turned out Montserrat had enough to be the entire squad. "Can you keep yourself calm while I go in there—" Calhoun pointed at the closed doors behind her, "—and do my thing? Is that possible?"

Montserrat rolled her eyes. She might have been bouncing on her feet but she could definitely sit still for a few minutes while the two lawyers spoke with the judge on the trial. "Yes, of course. Just tell me that it's finally going to be over now."

"Yes, I showed Geraghty the last of the evidence and we've gotten the judge to listen to us before the trial is supposed to go on. So just, stay here and don't do anything."

Montserrat barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. Calhoun was speaking to her as if she were a child. Instead of responding to that, Montserrat only gestured for Calhoun to go inside already. As Montserrat waited, she saw her family, along with Damian and Kara, coming towards her.

"Hey, where's Calhoun?" Casey immediately started looking around for the woman.

"She's already inside," Montserrat pointed to the shut office doors behind her.

"Do I need to…?" Gael's pointed finger at the doors was shakey, as expected.

"No," she smiled at him. "You just stay out here and wait for Calhoun to give you the good news."

"I still cannot believe you disobeyed Miss Calhoun's instructions," their father still had the same scolding look on his face as he had when Montserrat first told him the previous day.

"It's done, Dad," Montserrat waved him off.

"And if we hand't done it, then we wouldn't be here right now," Damian added.

"Dad's still right, you guys risked yourselves too much," Gael shook his head, but soon Casey was shushing them.

Geraghty was coming up to them, looking none too pleased. "Morning." Even her greeting was sour.

"Geraghty," Casey flatout smirked at the woman. She kept her word that she would enjoy the moment Geraghty was forced to drop the charges.

Geraghty ignored her and the others as she walked into the office.

"She seems lovely," Kara remarked in a low mutter.

"She's a bitch," Casey turned to the group with no sense of regret of her vocabulary.

The meeting between the two lawyers and the judge lasted only fifteen minutes and when the lawyers emerged, the group could clearly see who won and who lost.

"You're free of all charges, Gael," Calhoun declared with a wide, proud smile. For a moment, it matched Casey's face.

Gael erupted into laughter, along with the others. They hugged and hugged until they heard Geraghty's scoff.

"Oh just admit, you lost," Casey told the woman. "I did tell you that this case wasn't going to last."

"That's great and all, but I do want to remind you people that someone made that building crumble. People still died."

"Yeah and we'll let Homicide take that over," Montserrat reassured but she definitely was beginning to see why Casey didn't appreciate the woman. "But you have to admit that you had the wrong guy. You put my brother through hell — his daughters too."

"What do you want from me? An apology?" scoffed Geraghty. "I was just doing my job."

"No, you were doing my job which I will happily take back now," Casey waved a goodbye. "I actually catch put the right person on trial."

Geraghty rolled her eyes.

"I hope you do," Gael spoke up for the first time. Geraghty still laid harsh eyes on the man but he didn't care. "Because that guy — whoever they are — planned this. They wanted to hurt people and threw me under the bus. You need to catch them."

"Like your sister said—" Geraghty made a lazy gesture at Montserrat, "—I'll let Homicide take over." She strode off without saying another word.

"Seriously, she seems lovely," Kara turned to Montserrat with a flat face. She was so glad that she didn't have to work anywhere near these types of people.

"I don't care, I just know that I'm finally free of any charges," Gael smiled so widely it could crack his face in two. "Miss Calhoun, I am very thankful for what you did."

"Yeah, now I can't really hate you," Montserrat dramatically sighed, making Calhoun roll her eyes.

"I'll remember that next time when we meet," Calhoun pointed.

Montserrat couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," she said, genuinely meaning to thank the woman for everything she'd done for them.

It was a strange sight for Calhoun but she gave a nod of her head and went on her way.

"Okay, now we can celebrate right?" Damian's expression was slowly turning into a smile.

"Yes, absolutely yes!" Gael nodded.

"I know a place," Kara raised a finger in the air. "If you guys are interested…"

"Please, lead the way," Gael gestured for her, making the others laugh with him.

Kara suggested they mainly go to a bar since drinking is all they wanted to do. Sure, they might have a meal here or there, but they mainly wanted those celebratory drinks.

However, Montserrat couldn't exactly celebrate all the way. She was into her third drink when she saw a couple at the counter sitting together. And suddenly she remembered she'd practically blown off Rafael's texts from the previous night. In all her excitement, she'd completely forgotten anything and everything that didn't have to do with her brother.

I am a terrible, terrible person, she lowered her drink to the table.

"What's up with you?" Kara was the one to notice how incredibly pale Montserrat had become all of a sudden. "You're white as a sheet."

"I just...I just remembered I…" Montserrat bit her lower lip and thought how to best word her problem without giving it away. She'd never really kept a relationship away from her best friend, and right now she really wanted to tell Kara.

"Montse?" Kara asked again. She looked over to her brother, Gael and Thomas. They'd gone up to the counter for a quicker service. Casey had left for the restroom. "Should we call it a night already?"

"No, no, absolutely not," Montserrat shook her head.

"Then what's wrong?" Kara's smile was encouraging but when she saw how much Montserrat was struggling, it began to fade. "Are you okay?"

"I'm...seeing someone," as Montserrat had said those words, she realized what it meant.

Kara, for her part, blinked for the first second or so. "Come again?"

"I'm...I just...started a relationship and I've already messed up," Montserrat pushed her glass away, as if that was the root of her problem. "Seriously, a 3 day thing and I've already blown him off."

Kara was trying to understand the fact at some point her best friend had initiated a relationship and she completely missed it! She put a hand on Montserrat's arm and forced the ginger to look at her. "You're going to have to explain this cos I'm not understanding it."

At this point, Montserrat figured she might as well say it. If Rafael was to be mad at her, it should be grand. Ignoring the logic of her reasoning, Montserrat rambled, "Three days ago Rafael and I pretty much said 'let's go for it's and he texted me yesterday 2 times asking me if I was going to stop by his office because I told him I would stop by and of course, since I was busy waiting for Damian to get the missing videos, I responded with a very short message saying something came up. And then he texted me again later in the night and I completely forgot to answer and now he hasn't texted me at all. Or called." Montserrat drew in a deep breath after everything was out. "How much trouble do you think that'll be?"

Kara shook her head. She was still trying to catch up. "Wait a minute!"

"Kara, please file all this under 'freak about later' and just help me right now. I'm nervous!"

"Just go, you idiot," Kara made a 'shoo' motion with her hand. "Don't think about any text or any calls. You messed up now you go and see him. Like face to face."

"I'm a little afraid…"

"I'd be too if that's who I chose to be with-"

"Hey!"

"You know I'm kidding," Kara waved her off. "But seriously, we'll talk later. You need to go."

"You think Gael's going to be upset if I leave?"

"Umm…"

Montserrat followed Kara's gaze back to the counter where she saw her brother happily drinking with Damian and their father. It almost looked like they forgot they were even there. "Okay, that's my cue."

"Good luck," Kara held two thumbs up. "You'll need it. How is he when he gets mad? Like properly mad."

"I don't know," Montserrat stopped to really think about the question. Sure, she'd seen Rafael get upset over a case or even with her but...a proper anger? That one was still unknown to her.

"How do you not know? You've pissed him off countless times - frankly, I'm surprised how this even worked in the end."

Montserrat rolled her eyes at the sarcasm. "Thanks, Kara. You're such a great help."

Kara smiled. "You bet I am."

Montserrat grabbed her things and left before it became even more late.

~0~

When Rafael heard the light knock on the office door, he expected it to be Carmen, or at least Olivia with some new turnout on their latest case. But, when he looked up from his papers, he found Montserrat nervously standing under the doorway.

"You're mad and you have every right to be," she stepped inside.

Rafael put down the glass of scotch he'd been nursing while undergoing the terrible load of work at the coffee table. "I'm not mad," he clarified.

"Yeah, you are," Montserrat walked over and plopped down next to him on the couch. "I mean, you should be…totally blew you off yesterday."

"I'm not mad," Rafael insisted, now even smiling a bit out of amusement. "I'm annoyed, yes, but I'm not mad."

Montserrat searched his face for any indication of the opposite, but that damn smile didn't appear angry in the least. "... you're not?" he shook his head. "But...you didn't text anymore, nor call."

"Look Montserrat, I'm not the type of person to blow up someone's phone because they didn't answer my calls or texts. I will probably never be that guy, actually."

"Still, regardless, I'm very sorry. Something did come up-"

"-I know. Your brother's charges have been dropped."

Montserrat blinked in genuine surprise. "What? How did you know?" She hadn't even told anyone from SVU yet.

Rafael loved her reaction. It was hard not to laugh. "I got a call from Calhoun earlier in the day saying I owed her big time. Apparently, you are - and these are her words, not mine - truly the most annoying woman she has ever met. Congratulations, I didn't think it was possible to irritate that woman more than I do."

Montserrat playfully rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of relief that things weren't as bad as she thought they'd been.

"I'm really happy your brother is free, though. Although I'm wondering how it was that he got free…" Rafael tilted his head at her, eyes carefully reading her shifty movements. "Calhoun mentioned you found the video…"

"Um, well, technically Damian found it. I waited outside."

Skipping over the fact she'd spent her entire day with Damian, Rafael wondered to what extent Montserrat involved herself in something as serious as interference. "You were told to stay away from their job."

"I was told many things," Montserrat pressed her hands to the hemline of her dress, acting as casual as possible.

Rafael shook his head at her. "I don't think I need to point out the big risk you took, right?"

"No," she shifted on the couch to face him, "I know. But you also know that I was getting desperate. When Damian told me he had an idea of where the video was, I had to do it. If there was a chance to prove that my brother was framed, I was going to take it."

Rafael stared long and hard at her before nodding in agreement. "Yeah you were." Because if he was in her shoes, he'd probably do the same thing.

Montserrat smiled in relief. At least she wouldn't be getting the same lecture from him too. Her brother, father and Casey all drilled her earlier. "And that's why I like you," she declared with the context of her thoughts backing her up. She got up only to sit again but on his lap this time, draping one arm around his neck. For a moment, it seemed like Rafael was frozen but Montserrat soon realized he had a lingering stare on her legs.

"Oooh, I think I finally found what makes you tick," she said with a growing smirk on her face.

Once Rafael knew he'd been caught he rolled his eyes in an attempt to be casual. "Don't start."

"Oh, but I will," she grinned as she crossed her legs. "I know to wear more dresses now."

"It's not funny," he insisted but the fact he kept looking away from her made it all the more amusing.

"I'm going to jot this day down as the day I got you flustered."

Rafael exhaled and concluded this was probably how their relationship was going to work. No matter, he'd figure out a way to get her back. Right now though, he admitted that having her sit on his lap was mesmerizing. He could smell her perfume, her sweet scent drifting towards him and, no doubt, setting on his clothes and skin.

"I almost forgot, I didn't know if you liked brownies but I did stop by my favorite place for some if you want a taste," Montserrat languidly pointed at her bag sitting at the corner on the couch.

"I do have a sweet tooth, actually," Rafael's admission had her nearly laughing. "I'm being very serious here."

"You just don't look like the type," she shrugged. "You want to dig in, then?"

"Sure...after I finish this," he had leaned forwards — making her do the same in the process — and reached for his glass on the table. As he was sitting back, Montserrat surprised him with a kiss on the cheek.

At his expression, she chuckled. "What's that face for?"

Rafael awkwardly cleared his throat. "What face?"

"The one you've been making each time I do something to you. Are you — are you not okay with me…?" she moved to get up but Rafael quickly pulled her back. "Okay, that's a 'no' so…" Montserrat tilted her head and studied him for a minute before realizing something. "When's the last time you've dated?"

"Are you saying I'm inexperienced?"

"Oh no I don't doubt that you are experienced. I'm just asking if it's been a while since you've last dated. And if the answer is 'yes' then I am more than prepared to remind you of the goodness that comes with dating." She leaned her body closer to his with the smuggest yet sweetest smile on her face. Rafael didn't think that was possible. "So, has it been a while?"

"...maybe." Now Rafael had to fight the urge not to roll his eyes at her growing smirk. She made it real hard not to want to bicker with her, but — if he was being honest — he preferred this way. If she wasn't who she was, the way she was, things would be so incredibly boring.

And Montserrat was far from being 'boring'.

"I'm not so shocked," Montserrat swiftly took the glass in his hand. She ignored his expression while she drank it down. He'd only been holding it so she might as well finish it for him.

"My profession doesn't exactly give the best time for dating. I've had a few dates here and there but nothing serious. I think my last serious relationship was back in college with Yelina."

Montserrat scrunched her face at the mention of that woman. "Nope, please don't talk about her with me. I don't like her." She put the now-empty glass on the table then looked back at him with an expression that left no room to even consider if she was joking or not.

"I should really tell you that she talked to me afterwards, explaining that she didn't mean any trouble…" but Rafael trailed off as Montserrat shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like her. And it's not even because of what happened but...it's because of what she did to you before, with Alex's trial. I don't like anyone — I won't like anyone — who tries to hurt you. That's final."

The smile that spread across Rafael's face was automatic. It'd been a long time since someone cared that much for him. He touched her face, feeling her soft, warm skin. He let his fingers wander down to the back of her neck to bring her in for a kiss. Montserrat quickly wrapped her other arm around his neck and gladly pressed her chest to his while they kissed. A couple seconds later, her muffled laughter filled the air as she'd felt Rafael's hand press over one of her legs and seemed to slowly be making its way up.

"So much for being subtle," she said after pulling away. They both needed to catch some air. Rafael wouldn't apologize for that one, not when she was smiling like that. "So, you want to start on those brownies?"

"Sure," he agreed and reached for the forgotten bag. He handed it to her and watched her eagerly pull it open to find those brownies she loved so much. "You know, maybe we can go out to dinner this week."

Montserrat paused just as she'd found the brownies. "Dinner? Like…a date? Our first date?"

"Yeah," Rafael nodded. "I hadn't asked because I knew it wouldn't be right while your brother was going through a trial but since he's good now...let me take you out for dinner. Maybe this weekend?"

Montserrat beamed. "Yes, of course! I would love to have dinner with you."

"Perfect," he matched her smile with his own.

"Just one more thing. I may have told Kara about us — sorry!"

"Wait, what—"

She pulled him back for another kiss.

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