#but feels he has 0 room to complain when the rest of the party are in entirely new shapes to what they were before

[sharkneto]

Y'all.

The thing that's been eating my brain for the past 3 weeks was my DnD campaign. Almost a TPK right before we broke for the holidays, getting saved via reincarnation, so everybody is getting a new body, DM made us wait to roll until we got back as part of our punishment for All Dying. Thinking about what new form my boy, Will the Shit Rogue, would get when he loves himself and being a human, ate up almost all my thoughts for three straight weeks. Nothing could break through, almost no writing happened, I had all these options to consider for what new form my boy would have and the emotional fallout from that, how he'd react.

Do you know what I rolled tonight.

D100, random table, DM set it up for the different races in the campaign.

If you guessed fucking human, you would be correct!

All that angst I thought about, all those thoughts about the consequences of a new body in every size and shape... For Naught.

In retrospect, I should have expected this - it's about the equivalent of rolling a nat 1, and I roll a lot of those lmao

[xojennyboo]

A/N: Another update. Hope you enjoy. Don’t forget to like, reblog, follow, comment, suggest. Thank you always.

Y/N’s POV

The days at work have been exhausting. Long days and occasionally long nights. At this rate you didn’t know what having a personal life. My job overtook everything in my life and at this point il just accepted it. I couldn’t complain, I Am extremely good at my job, and I get it done when needed. I enjoyed the rush that came when meeting a deadline.it was extorting.

Being good at what I do means that there will be people who envy you. On my case, that person is Harry. Like myself, he does a very good job. He’s a workaholic, like me. He’s basically the male version of me, and that infuriates him in some way. He’s always competitive, which you enjoyed due to loving to see his reaction when you beat him at his own game. That was always a rewarding feeling.

The quarter was officially over and that meant that everyone was invited to drinks at a bar nearby. I was tired but I could never pass down free drinks. I was finishing the last-minute updates on my report when I suddenly felt my chair being swung around to meet my work bestie Jess. “Are you ready to have drinks tonight and get fucked up”, she says, holding on to the arm rests on either side of my chair. “For one, I’m not going to get bucked up”, I say removing her hands Off my chair and turning around to save my report and turn off my computer. “On come on Y/n, live a little”, she whines, placing her chin on my shoulder. Her touchiness never bothered me as long as she didn’t go past my boundaries.

“Yeah y/n, live a little. Don’t be such a buzzkill", I near Harry say from behind the both of us, causing my eyes to roll. Leas stepped to the side with a small smirk on her face as she watched Harry walking by my desk. “Fuck off Harry”, I bit, getting up and gathering my belongings. ‘Make me”, he smirks. “Ill see you ladies at the bar”, he says, looking back to wink our way. Ugh. “He’s fucking annoying", I tell jess, turning towards her to see a huge grin on her face. “Jess don’t start”, I warn. Less has had this conspiracy that Harry and I find each other attractive, or sexually attractive, which is why were always down each other’s throats.

I admit, Harry is a very attractive man but he’s so full of himself, which for me is such a turn off. To me, I see a man who feels threatened to be beat by a woman. “Oh, come on y/n. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with him. I’m 100% sure that he finds you attractive just like every other man here”, she teases. “Shut it. They’re also attracted to you”, I say remembering the many times I’ve noticed different coworkers looking at her direction as she walks by. Jess is beautiful, she just doesn’t fully embrace it. “I can’t confirm nor deny that all I know is that we’re late and we’re wasting our drinking time”, she says literally dragging me out of the building.

We walked the short distance to the bar making own way through the busy streets. Once we arrived at the bar we were greeted by our colleagues. One of our friends, Josh, waved towards us at a nearby table. We shimmied our way through the room until me were greeted by Josh who was accompanied by other colleagues and none other than Harry. “Look who decided to show up. Maybe you’re not a buzzkill after all”, Harry teases making your eyes roll. “She’s definitely not a buzzkill. You should've seen her during our college years. She was the life of the party”, Jess says making you groan. “Oh really? I’m intrigued", Harry leases taking a sip of his, what looks like, scotch. “Jess, please. I’m pretty sure no one wants to hear about- “, “I do”, Harry cuts me off. “And I’m pretty sure everyone here wants to hear all about, am I right everyone?", Harry asks the colleagues at our table. I watch as they nod in agreement. “Great, now let’s hear it. How wild was y/n Jess “, he asks, maintaining his attention on me. “Ugh, I need a drink”, I say as I walk towards the bar to order us a drink as Jess tells our fun college nights.

“Two mojitos please”, I tell the bartender. "Mojitos. Fruity”, Harry says next to me as he orders another scotch. “What? Is it not to your liking?", I snip. He smirks at my remark, shrugging his shoulders. “Not necessarily. I always thought you’d go for something stronger", he says. “Well, I don’t”, I say, taking my drinks and walking back to the table handing Jess her drink. “Wow y/n sounds like you had fun back in the day”, Josh says as Harry comes back handing him a drink. “What did I miss?”, Harry asks standing next to me. “You just missed Jess telling us the time y/n got dared to go skinny dipping at this frat party and then drank to the point she blacked out”, Josh says making me cringe at the memory. I remember making up with a huge bruise on your leg.

“Wow doesn’t sound like someone who can be a buzzkill", Harry says. “Yeah, well, I grew up”, I say, taking a sip of my drink. Looking back at my college days made me realize how much fun I use to be. My college days were the best days of my life, which changed once I became a workaholic. I let my job consume me in ways it shouldn't, which, I hate to admit it, did make me a buzzkill, to some extent. “You alright?", Harry asks shaking me out of my thoughts. Clearing my throat and plastering a fake smile on my face I nod my head. “Y-yeah, I’m fine”, I assure. I stayed silent a minute, taking in my surroundings and listening to the small talk around me. I look at less who seems to be enthralled with Josh. She catches my eyes and the furrows her eyebrows in a somewhat worried look. I smiled and mouthed an ‘I’m okay’ making her smile. She always wanted me to be comfortable and have fun when I could. Maybe letting loose would be fun.at least for one night.

‘“I’ll be right back”, I announce, heading straight towards the bar. “Can I get 3 rounds of shots for my table please”, I tell the bartender. “What kind?’, he asks. “Tequila is fine”, I say and patiently wait. I look back at the table and see everyone laughing and having fun. If fun y/n is what they want, then fun y/n is what they’re going to get. “Here you go hun”, the bartender says handing me a tray of shots. "Thanks", I take the tray and walk back to our table placing the tray in the middle of it. Instantly all eyes were on the tray and then on me. “Well, you all wanted me to have fun, no? Well let’s have fun. Cheers!", I say grabbing ahold of my three shot cups and downing them… one...two...three. All eyes looked at me in amazement. I near Harry chuckle to himself and in defeat he grabbed his three shots. “Well, you heard the woman. Cheers!", he said before throwing his head back taking the shots. Everyone else followed.

After that the alcohol ran through my system and I actually had fun. We all talked about our personal lines and what we would do after work. No one really talked about actual work, like I had thought, which was nice. I also got to see a different side of Harry which wasn’t that annoying, but that could also be the alcohol. Jess and Josh were really getting to know each other, flirting away and stealing glances here and there. They would definitely make a cute couple. It wasn’t surprising when she told me she would be leaving with Josh. Good for her.

“Well, it's been a fun night gentlemen. Have a goodnight", I say gathering my belongings. “What else do you have planned for tonight?", Harry asks, taking his coat and putting it on. "Nothing”, I say, heading towards the door, him right behind me. “Well, would you like to come over to my place?”, Harry asks, the question taking me off guard. Here we were standing in the middle of the sidewalk after a fun evening, and now he wants me to go to his. Why am I nervous all of a sudden. “Why? Think you van get lucky tonight?" I tease. “Not at all. Just wanted to hang out. But its alright if you don’t”, he says in a tone that now makes me feel bad. I’m so going to regret this.

“Lead the way Mr. Styles”, I give in, a childish smile spreading on his face. “Great. It’s a few minutes away. Is it alright if we walk? Maybe the fresh air will sober us up”, he suggests. “Year that’s fine”, I say, and we begin our short walk to his place. The walk was nice, the chilly air hitting my face welcomely and definitely sobering me up, not that I needed much to begin with. We soon enter a very nice-looking building, Harry opening the door for me to walk in first. He then leads the way, and we walk into the elevator. We weren’t alone, accompanied by an older couple who were acting like they were teenagers, not in a creepy way.

I assumed we had reached the floor because Harry walks out, me following. As soon as I stepped into his place I was mesmerized. He has to have the most amazing view of the city. The windows in this place were literally floor to ceiling. “Holy shit Harry”, I say in awe. I take my heels off, noticing that he removed his shoes by the door, and walked straight to the window. All I saw were city lights illuminating the dark night. It was beautiful. “I thought good appreciate it.it looks better with the lights off honestly", he says walking towards the front door and switching the lights off. “Wow”, was all I could say, listening to his footsteps coming closer to me. “The cool thing about this place is that you can see everything outside, but no one can see what’s inside. We could literally fuck, and no one will know”, he suddenly says, causing me to choke on my saliva, and causing him to laugh. “Relax, I’m only given you a perspective", he says.

We stayed silent for what felt forever. The image of him taking me in his apartment didn’t sound like such a horrible idea. Maybe Jess was right. Maybe a one night stand would alleviate some of that annoying frustration. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the thought of seeing leas react to my Friday night shenanigans. What’s so funny?”, he asks with his own smile on his face. “Oh nothing. I was thinking about what less had told me earlier today”. “And what was that if you don’t mind sharing”, he pushes. “Well, she’s always talking about how we are always bickering at work. Her theory is that rue secretly find each other attractive and how we should just sleep with each other to get it over with”, I say, looking straight out the window instead of at him.

“Well, she’s not wrong”, he says after a while, goosebumps rising up my arms at his words. “What?”, I snap to look at him now. He continues to stare out the window for a while until a small smirk plays on his lips. He suddenly turns to look at me. “Jess isn’t wrong. At least on my part, I do find you attractive”, he says, my mouth slightly opened at his small confession which causes his smirk to grow bigger. “But I wouldn’t want to fuck you to just get it over with”, he continues, stepping closer with each word he spoke. My eyes look down to his feet, watching how he’s standing extremely close to me now. “No?”, I ask, looking up to him now, his face inches from me now. “No. I believe you’re the type of woman that I could never get enough of”, he says, his eyes keeping mine in a trance. “You think?”, I question, noticing how beautiful his eye color was. Captivating. Mesmerizing.

“I believe so”, he confidently says causing a smirk to play on my lips now. “What? You don’t think I can make it worth your while?”, his eyebrows furrow in playful way. I shrug. It’s not like I’ve slept with many men, but the few that I have don’t really make my list of guys I’d do again. “What can I say. I’m a hard woman to please”, I say, my eye wandering from his eyes to his lips, him slightly licking them. “I bet you I can please you in ways you wouldn’t imagine “, he says, bringing his lips close to my ears, his breath causing shiners to go down my back at how close he is. “How so?”, I test, enjoying our back-and-forth banter.

“You see, I believe that you’re the type of woman who likes to be, handled. You love a man who can take charge and dominate you”, he says, taking a hold of my arms and pinning them behind me with one of his hands. My breaking becomes shallow, the excitement running through my system taking the best of me. “You dominate The World around you, it’s only fair that someone dominates you, don’t you think?”, he continues, walking forward as he speaks, my feet walking backwards to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. “What’s wrong y/n? Eat got your tongue?", he teases, walking into his room, a small light illuminating the bedroom. He lets go of my hands taking a step back to watch what I’d do next.

Clearing my throat and composing myself I took around, the view as breathtaking as the living room. “Speak y/n. I’m dying to know what you’re thinking about”, he says, walking towards me again. His fingers trace up my arm creating goosebumps. Maybe I should give in. One night wouldn’t hurt. “I’m taking your silence as me being right?”, he teases with A smirk. Instantly I feel shy at my small sex kink and shy away placing my hands over my eyes causing him to chuckle. “Now now. There’s nothing to be shy of It’S sexy. You’re sexy”, he compliments as he takes my hands away from my face and places them against his chest. “So?”, he asks. A small smile plays on my lips. “Lets see what you got Styles”, I say finally giving in.

"Perfect”, he mumbles, tracing my bottom lip with his finger. His eyes turn a darker shade of green, filled with lust. Stepping away from me he turns around to walk out the door, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. “I’ll be right back. I want you completely naked and on my bed by the time I get back”, he instructs before leaving the room leaving me dumbfounded. Quickly, I undressed myself and quickly got on his bed.it was fluffy to say the least.

It felt like forever until I hear the door open. He comes in with summoning in his hands that I couldn’t quite see. “Good girl. It pleases me that you listened", he says, his voice low and husky. The words couldn’t form on time, watching his every room. “Do you trust me?”, he asks. “Yes”, my noise coming out as a whisper. “Good. Now, to make things interesting I’m going to blindfold you”, he says walking to the side of the bed. “Why?”, I question. “It entices all of your other senses. Make you feel a lot more”, he sits by my side as he slowly places the blindfold over my eyes, darkness was all I could see.

“You trust me?”, he repeats again, his question causing one to giggle. “Yes Harry”, I say. Silence was all I heard for a few minutes, making me think that Harry had left. “Harr-”, I felt his lips touch mine in a gentle kiss, pressed against mine without moving. My heart rate picked up at the sudden touch but also engulfed me in warmth. His lips moved against mine, this time with a little more passion. Bringing my hands to his face, I cupped it, deepening the kiss. His face feeling a but rough due to the hair growing back. Harry hands touched mine, entertaining with my fingers before removing them from his face and pinning them behind my back. “You’ll only touch me when I tell you, alright baby?”, he says. “Y-yes”, I stutter.

I feel him shift on the bed, listening to the small clinging on the side. Before I could say anything, I feel a cold sensation around my lips. Ice. Harry traces the ice around my mouth, meeting my lips and leaving a wet trail as he moves the ice down to my throat, a small moan escaping my lips at the feeling. He continues the small torture bringing the ice down my chest and onto my nipple my body lifting from the mattress at the coldness. I near the clinging sound again, my other nipple now feeling the delicious coldness. With the ice cube in his mouth, Harry’s lips wick my nipple, flicking his cold tongue and ice cube against the small nub. “Oh fuck”, I gasp, loving the in-between of hot and cold.

Once the ice melts in his mouth, he removes his lips from my body, leaving me wanting more from him. “Look at you, squirming around. All for a small ice cube:”, he taunts. I stay quiet, knowing he enjoys when he gives me permission to do anything. I hear him shuffle again, this time I feel him taking my arms and placing them against the headboard. I feel what seems to be a silk scarf go around my wrists. He repeats the same movements to my other wrist until I’m tied and at his mercy. He removes himself completely from me leaving me, once again, in pure silence.

I hear his footsteps go around the room, hearing my heartbeat in my ears as well. I can’t see anything and yet for some reason I’m enjoying the lack of sense. I feel him coming closer and I feel sit on the bed. “I’m going to start slow with you. I don’t want to jump into things you might not enjoy, especially since it’s our first time together”, he says. “What I’m about to use is brand new, and never used. It’s just for your pleasure okay”, he says, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as to what he could possibly have. My answer was soon given when I hear a small vibration coming from his side. A vibrator.

He traces the vibrator along my chest, the small vibrations feeling very nice against my skin. My mouth opened a slight bit, enjoying the sensation. He brings it lower to my stomach, the vibrations a bit rougher on my skin, feeling it a bit down there. “Open your legs for me”, he says. I do as told and open my legs for him. Thank God for the blindfold. “You’re already so wet”, he taunts, bringing the vibrator on my clit. The feeling making me gasp and bring my back off of the pillows. My head falling back at the vibrating sensation on my aching numb. He moves the object, circling my clit, making my legs shake. He continues this for a couple of minutes, tracing the vibrator from my clit to my wet hole, drenching it with my juices. The vibrations continuing to become too much for me, my legs shake, closing around the vibrator little by little. I can feel my orgasm approaching, my moans becoming more consistent.

But, before I could finish, he removes the vibrator completely, leaving me disappointed and needy. My chest rising and falling desperately, aching his touch and voice. Waiting for his next move, I hear shuffling and soon I feel his hands around my hips. “I’m going to flip you around love”, he says, flipping me around, my arms crossing over each other, my knees now on the bed. “Gosh, you look. So beautiful like this”, he says, placing a kiss on each cheek, needing it before I feel two sharp stings right against each on. I yelp, but fucking loved the sting against my skin. “Of course you like that shit”, he says before doing it again. After, he placed two kisses on each cheek but continued his venture downwards. I feel his tongue against my wet hole, a moan escaping my lips as he inserted his tongue into me.

He licked my up and down and circled my sensitive clit as he ate me out. It felt so good. I feel him move upwards until his tongue circled my other hole, a gasp escaping at the new feeling. Who knew that could feel so good. He continued licking me all over until I couldn’t take anymore of it. I was so close to my orgasm but he always stopped when I was about to finish. “So pretty”, he says. I feel him shift on the bed again but this time I feel his tip on me. “Please Harry”, I moan, my waist taking control, trying to meet with his to get some type of friction. “Impatient, are we?”, he chuckled. Before I could answer he insert into me, stretching me deliciously. “Oh fuck”, I moan out, wanting to reach behind me to touch him but couldn’t since I was still tied to the bed. He started with a steady rhythm but soon increased it to a faster one, knocking the air out of me with each thrust.

“Fuck you feel so good around me”, he moans out, the grip he had on my waist tightening. He pins my upper body down, arching my back so my ass is still lifted which caused an angle that felt 10 time better than before. All I could hear was skin against skin. Our bodies dancing together sinfully. It felt great. It felt euphoric. I feel his hands reach down towards my clit, his fingers rubbing me as he fucked me from behind. I was going to explode, and he knew it. He wanted to. Help me release, but I also wanted him to release as well. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum H-Harry”, I moan out. “Cum for me baby girl”, he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “C-cum with m-me, daddy”, I say, the words escaping my lips, too in the moment to give a fuck what he though. He moaned at my words and thrusted faster and rubbed me harder until we both released our orgasms. My body shaking from our movements. I felt elated. I felt good. I felt like a different person. All because of one fuck.

He didn’t say anything to me once we calmed down. I hear him walking away, then coming back. I feel a wet towel cleaning me up, an aftercare I usually did myself. He untied my wrists, then took the blindfold off. I opened my eyes, and we were engulfed in darkness, the city lights enough to illuminate the room. I look up to him, seeing his flushed state and a goofy smile on it. I couldn’t help but laugh and cover my face, not believing what just happened. “So? was that good enough”, he asks, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me down to lay with him on his bed. I couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on my face. “Yes, it was”, I say, touching his arms and tracing the tattoos that adorned it. “Great. Now, that I’ve had a taste of you, I can’t wait to have you again”, he teases, making both of us laugh. “But for now, let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. Mind a sleepover?”, he asks. “No, I don’t mind”, I say, looking out the window. “Perfect”, he says.

[kitashousewife]

habits

an: idk what this was about but i had to write it so here

pairings: yuuta x fem!reader

warnings: no shibuya/culling game but still sorcerer au, all characters aged up, reader is a healer like shoko, some vol 0 spoilers, smoking mentions, cigarette mentions, food/eating mentions, alcohol mentions, anxiety mentions, fluff, slightly suggestive, lowercase intentional

word count: it’s longer i don’t have the energy to figure it out

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jujutsu high is quite pretty during autumn. trees display glorious leaves of red, orange, and yellow. the air is crisp and clean, accompanying each breath in the early morning and late evenings with a misty cloud.

this time of year makes you just a little nostalgic.

you've been out of high school for a few years, now fully immersed into the jujutsu world of sorcerers. even though you don't have any classes to attend to, you can't help but think back to the memories you have when you step onto the campus.

raking leaves with maki, class parties with the rest of the group, and even a halloween celebration with kyoto in your third year. of course, that wasn't as fun considering yuuta was out of the country. but those memories are something you hold close, especially right now.

for some reason, october has brought an onslaught of issues and curses. everyone, including the higher-ups, have been taking trips, sometimes back to back. you usually stay on campus, but they have been desperate lately. in the past week, you've been gone twice. once out of the country, and the other on an overnight trip to fukuoka. you're thankful, though. today you, as well as many of the other sorcerers, are back on campus.

you feel a little excited when you walk down the path towards the main building. you haven't seen a lot of your colleagues for weeks, let alone all at the same time. come to think of it, it's probably been a month since you saw gojo.

your hand aches a little as it wraps around the cold metal door handle, another reminder that summer is long gone. you take a deep breath and hope that you don't run into a higher-up and get sent away again. the uneasy feeling that worked its way into your stomach disappears when you see a familiar face.

"if it isn't the famous yuuta," you tease when he walks through the opposite door. "where did they send you this time?"

he takes a few steps toward you and grins. "europe. how about you, miss 'i prefer to stay on campus'?"

you roll your eyes and nudge him with your shoulder before you walk side by side down the hallway. "i got to stay in japan, thank god. i think we deserve a raise."

yuuta smiles sweetly and holds the door open. his very overworked hand pats you on the head as you enter one of the meeting rooms. "wouldn't that be nice."

you sigh in defeat before plopping down on the couch next to inumaki, who gives you a kind, but very tired smile. "what about you, toge? where did you go?"

he shakes his head and signs to you, clearly annoyed. i went to kyoto. you give him an apologetic smile. "did you go alone?" he shakes his head and points towards the back of the room, where panda enters in. panda waves to you quickly. "is toge still annoyed?" inumaki turns around quickly to flip his friend off.

yuuta laughs, for what you assume is the first time in days. you can't help but smile. his laugh is so sweet, so bright. every technique you could use could never beat the healing power that his laugh and smile bring.

"man, i don't miss high school at all. but i really miss not being this tired all the time." yuuta complains. panda hums in agreement. a group of first years pass by the window, animated and talking with excitement, probably about all the excitement these past few weeks.

"do you think it will be this hard for them?" you mumble, light fear in your voice. yuuta's hand rests on top of yours. your heart flutters a little.

"probably. but," he murmurs, thumbs typing quickly on his phone. he locks it and stands up. "they'll be prepared."

"where are you going?" panda looks over his shoulder when yuuta opens the door.

"i have to meet maki by the training field to help with the first years. i'll see you guys at lunch." with a quick glance to you, yuuta shuts the door with a wave. you groan and stand up as well, panda and inumaki follow you. before you can invite them to breakfast, you get a message from shoko.

i need your help with a couple students, if you have a second.

sending a quick on my way! you bid goodbyes to your friends and head toward the clinic.

the walk is short, but you decide to give yourself a little more time to get there. shoko didn't say anything about it being urgent after all.

each part of the path before you causes small snippets to appear, foggy depictions of your memories playing out like movie scenes before you. near the greenhouse, images of inumaki filling up a watering can while laughing at panda move by the faucet. up a few more steps near vending machines, you watch as a memory of megumi and nobara appear, counting their change and shouting at yuuji for some more coins.

the next part of your walk is special, you only tell your very favorite students about this spot.

during your second year, you discovered a back way to the clinic one day when you were late. the path is filled with trees that change with every season, beautiful benches, and the best part of it all; a small, barely visible pond. it's nothing special, but you continued to stop at the little spot whenever you felt stressed, anxious, or just needed a break.

giving into the nostalgia, you decide to spend just a few moments there before you start your work day. dew coats your shoes with each step through the grass. the closer you get, a very recognizable smell fills your senses.

cigarette smoke.

you know it isn't shoko, considering she is waiting for you at the clinic. pushing the guilt of your absence aside, you peak around the bushes that cover the alcove and see someone standing there in a dark sweatshirt, small clouds of smoke swirling above their face with each exhale. in your surprise, you start to walk backward to get a better view of the mysterious person. as you turn to walk back to the path, attempting to just forget it, you bump into a bush. the rustle of the bushes gets the figure's attention, and you whip around to get a glimpse of who it could be.

pushing the hood of his sweatshirt back, yuuta turns around to look at the source of the noise, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock. you gasp and so does he, both looking at each other with a mix of confusion and surprise. yuuta's eyes flick down to the cigarette dangling in between his pale fingers and lets out a nervous chuckle.

he looks at you with a smirk and raises his opposite finger to his mouth. through the rustle of the trees, you can hear a faint shhh, before yuuta takes another drag.

-

the entire morning is a blur. after apologizing up and down to shoko, despite her assurance that it wasn't urgent at all, you feel terrible.

you also could've avoided yuuta and his habit he clearly wanted to keep secret.

and since you’re thinking about it, he lied. the first years passed by your window, dressed in regular uniforms, clearly not headed to do any training.

feeling terrible, you grab reports for shoko and debate bringing it up or just leaving it alone. you've always been close to yuuta. hell, you were the one who showed him that spot in the first place. the night he got back from africa you took him there, hoping to give him a break from the constant stream of attention and flood of questions he was getting.

the two of you went there often when you were younger, hearts racing and cheeks warming up at the thought of being alone.

"everything okay?"

shoko's voice causes you to jump a little bit, spilling the contents of a patient file on the ground. "y-yeah! i'm totally fine," you lie through a smile. she raises an eyebrow at you and shakes her head.

"doesn't seem like it. how about we talk while you help me clean this up, yeah?"

you set the file down on her desk and follow her, once again debating your options. the two of you work in silence for a few minutes, until you finally figure out how to bring it up.

"say, you have a friend. a-and, you care about this friend a lot. and, one day you learn something about them that you didn't know," you ramble, wiping the same spot on the counter over and over. shoko watches you with a smirk on her face.

"do you bring it up? or do you just let it slide, and forget about it?"

shoko reaches for the rag in your hand and nods towards the stool next to you. you have seat.

"if you are close with this...friend," she looks you in the eye, but you don't meet her gaze. "i would just bring it up. i'm sure they wouldn't mind."

you nod, and without any more discussion about the topic, the two of you finish cleaning up. patting your lab coat for your phone, you realize it's almost lunch time.

"you go ahead, i'll catch up with you later. i need to finish running these reports. i'll see you later."

you agree and head out the door, panicking a little at the very short walk you have to the lunch room. you only have a couple minutes to make your decision.

"didn't know you were sucha' snoop," a voice dripping with sarcasm comes behind you, and you freeze. a smirking yuuta comes to your side. there goes the time i had.

"i am not a snoop," you stop walking. yuuta stops in front of you, chuckling when he turns to face you.

"fine, out with it," he sighs as the same long fingers from this morning push back his hair.

"when did you start?"

motioning you to walk with him, he takes a few steps forward.

"right when i got back from africa," he starts, grabbing your hand to wrap around his arm. you walked like this frequently when you were younger, but you don't remember being this flustered. his bicep is now much bigger, the muscle warm against your palm. "i ran into shoko after you took me to the spot while she was having a smoke outside. i asked her if i could try, and then i just never stopped after that."

you hum and look up at him. his eyes look a lot more tired than they used to, the dark bags more vivid against his light skin. he continues.

"i felt some sort of relief for the first time in years. i started to join shoko whenever i felt a little overwhelmed or anxious, and here we are."

you'll never forget how stressed yuuta was when he got back. the amount of pressure he was under should never be felt by anyone, let alone a teenager. you had always wondered how he did it, how he always seemed so cheery despite everything that was expected of him.

you shake your head and laugh. "i can't believe i never smelled it on you,"

he laughs as you approach the dining hall. "i usually do it at home, or whenever i'm alone. now that i'm teaching more i try to not do it on campus."

you poke him in the side. "wouldn't want the students to see the real okkotsu sensei," you tease. yuuta clicks his tongue.

"i'm sure they would love to hear about when you got drunk at the christmas party our third year."

you scoff. "i wasn't even drunk, you liar." you lie. he opens the door for you. walking into the empty mess hall you mumble. "i was just tipsy."

the two of you are the first ones in there. "you were blushing that night. you only get that cute blush when you're really drunk,"

the two of you skip over the fact that he called you cute.

"give a girl a break, yuuta. i won't tell anyone about your habit," you look over the menu for the day. "speaking of, who else knows?"

he comes up behind you, so close that you can feel his breath on top of your head. you can't help the thought of what he would taste like, kissing you after taking a long drag.

"inumaki, shoko," he lists. you nod. "i won't tell anyone, promise."

after the two of you grab your food, more staff and students begin to fill the room. the two of you eat in silence for a few moments, watching everyone bustle around.

"would you like to try?"

you think for a second, unsure if you actually want to or if you want to take the opportunity to be alone with him. before you can decide, you look up at him.

"sure, why not. being around shoko as much as i have, my lungs are probably used to it by now anyway," yuuta looks into your eyes for a moment. "how do you know i've never smoked?" he smirks to himself.

"what's so funny?"

right before maki joins your table, yuuta chuckles. he gives you a sweet smile, before saying something that does not match look he gives you.

"a good girl like you? doubt it."

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Omg do you have more cute hcs with the lov and class1a/1b

I dont care how long or short it is, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE READING THEM 💕💕💕💕💖 😊😊

Theyre so comforting <333

YES I HAVE A BUNCH. COME TAKE IT ALL.

Tomura is an expert in video games, right? Well, he's currently working from afar with Hatsume and Melissa to create a VR system to help the kids at UA train.

Everything because the first thing he did when meeting Nezu was telling him the UA system sucked.

No more public exposure, no more simple barriers keeping away the villains from the kids, no more pushing them to dangerous places with no proper supervision.

The new job of the League when it comes to working is the UA is keeping the place as safe as possible and helping the kids recover from the trauma of the war.

Dabi doesn't like working directly with the kids, so his job consist on patrolling around the UA. In case a crisis is reported, he's the first at the place and his job is to keep the crisis on minimum 'til the teachers arrive.

The funniest part is the type of crisis he has solved so far. They include:

Helping people with their crushes because they tried to confess and caused an accident. (Dabi has the fun of his life with it, being honest).

Accidents in the kitchen. (No much he can do except using Shoto as a way of taking down the flames).

Stupid fights (He is banned from helping in those since he cheered for Shoto when he was fistfighting Iida for saying something to Midoriya).

And his favorite: keeping Mineta at bay. Dabi is not the type of gentleman that defends women constantly, because he just doesn't care about helping anyone. But Mineta is a type of gross he would have incinerate in the streets if he was a man and not a kid. So instead, he just walks from a safe distance and keeps scaring the kid when he's about to annoy one of the girls.

Tomura always find Dabi is the halls complaining about the no smoking rule

They make fun of each other a little until they realize they should be working and there are kids staring at them.

Class 1-A talks about Dabi like the older brother who was in jail.

Oh, but Dabi told me...

They are actually well informed about a bunch of stuff and they know how to take care of street criminals better now.

Ah, but they're also the ones who check if he is not drinking too much, if he's having proper rest, if his burns and staples are taken care of, if he's not too anxious or depressed, if hes' taking his meds...

If he's not following one of those, they call Natsuo. Oh man, Natsuo has become the emergency contact of half the League somehow. Maybe because he has a golden heart or maybe because they all are scared of Fuyumi by some weird reason.

Shoto is the other emergency contact when it comes to Dabi, hmmm, but sometimes he just follows Dabi bad example and well.

Dabi is the anti-Santa. He's gonna give you that one gift you wanted but everyone said no because it's dangerous.

"Dabi, I'm trying to make a safer space for the kids" , "Tomura, I'm trying to make them relax".

After getting fired twice by Aizawa, Dabi is finally behaving.

This has nothing to do with the fact that he's finally dating Tomura tho.

WHICH TAKE US TO: SPINNER, THE BROTHER WHO ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGES HIS RESPONSIBILITIES.

Spinner works in the same thing as Dabi, but he's the reliable one.

Getting Uraraka down when she starts floating on her sleep, calming people down when they're having anxiety attacks, noting when someone is having a bad day and requesting the teachers to let the person rest...

Spinner is the one actually helping them with their ptsd. He makes everything so easy and pleasant. It's like they're just kids taking classes and having fun.

Besides, class 1-B knows he is amazing at cuddling and people love his hugs. Just by seeing Spinner, they cheer up.

He and Shinso are responsible for the purple hair tendency among the kids of General Studies. Their heroes.

He's also the one who helps the kids with their training sessions when they need a partner but there's no one else to help them.

He became one of the official bus drivers of the school after taking some lessons and requesting a license.

He sings with them while they travel, he always has snacks in case someone is hungry and he has pills in case someone is motion sick. Well, a bunch of pills since Dabi is always motion sick.

He had a crush on Tomura but he realized it was more platonic than anything.

Now now, Tomura and Spinner have matching gamer tattoos that said Player #1 and Player #2. Dumbasses in action.

If Dabi is the problematic uncle and Spinner is the responsible uncle...

That leave us with: Compress the artistic dad and Kurogiri the dad who's always working far away but you can totally rely on.

THE VIDEO CALLS WITH KUROGIRI AND COMPRESS ARE SO CUTE.

101 Flirting with Compress.

All the kids in all courses have a personalized mask. Compress is addicted to creating them.

His beautiful, mischievous kids that once, trying to distract him, stole his prosthesis and kept it going around the school from room to room.

Turns out it was a surprise party, but man if it was fun because Compress pretended the whole time he was a pirate looking for his long buried treasure.

HE GOT A PARROT AND HE NAMED HIM RED BEAK.

Bakugo almost exploded the whole place after hearing such a ridiculous name.

Well, Red Beak loves making fun of Bakugo, repeating everything he says.

RED BEAK AND KIRISHIMA ARE BESTIES. YES YES.

The Bakusquad would kill for Red Beak.

Sero is teaching him Spanish, Mina is teaching him to dance, Denki is teaching him bad jokes and Jirou is teaching him to sing.

Tokoyami is the official protector of Red Beak. Koda is the translator.

On the other hand, Kurogiri always gives them some honey and other things when he visits the school.

He congratulates them on their achievements, he hears them for hours talking about their adventures and he is the old friend you call when it's 3am, you're feeling bad but you don't want to worry no one else.

If you want to solve a problem, call Kurogiri. He's gonna give you the clues but let you solve it yourself.

The award for the dad with more patience goes to: KUROGIRI.

If you really really need to run away from some hours, he can use his quirk to rescue you and he would prepare some tea for you, wrap you in a soft sweater and walk with you through his yard. You can pick flowers or fruit with him until you calm down. Or you can watch old movies with him. Or bake. Being with him is like floating around in the sky, no worries, just clouds and stars and soft noises and lights.

The school always knows when it happens and they are okay with it. Mostly. Just don't do it too much.

Toga is another good option if you need to talk but you don't know with who.

She's actually a great listener and an expert on making things look less stressing than they are. You see, she pays attention at your triggers and moods and if she sees something is bothering the students, she finds a way to distract them immediately, while letting the teachers deal with the problem.

Ah, the queen of gossip.

If you want to know something about someone you need to pay the prize, tho. And she won't even tell you if she considers the secret must be guarded 'til the grave.

She's the one who takes the messages to the parents because she's fast, can hide at plain sight and doesn't put them in danger.

You never know where Toga is. She someone studies like the rest of them, but she's like, selected to secret missions. She has a lot of info but they all trust her somehow.

Maybe is the fact that she would kill and take a stab for you. And that she would never put Deku or Ochaco in danger. Or her family.

She's also Mineta's biggest nightmare.

Try sexualizing the girl and win a terrifying week, courtesy of Toga Himiko.

She won't let you sleep, she won't let you eat, you're gonna wish you were never born. She can make you feel as sexualized, observed and stalked as you make the girls feel. Oh, she's gonna show you exactly how it feels to be a girl.

Also don't sexualize the boys around her either. Stabby queen is not gentle to those who are not gentle with her friends. Period.

Friendly reminder: 0 stabbing accidents since she started studying at UA.

BECAUSE THEY GAVE HER A RUBBER KNIFE.

And finally, the Tomura headcanons.

He's always falling asleep on odd places. The kids have a new name called "let's put a blanket on Tomura".

And then they call Dabi or Spinner to take him somewhere more comfortable.

He's working so hard. He's really working so hard on redeeming himself, even when everyone has already forgiven him. But he has this fear of being a failure or being too much...

The kids are also well trained on how to help him through his anxiety or panic attacks. Even more, some of them have always a pair of gloves in them just in case.

Momo is more than happy to make him more.

It's kinda sad how much he's suffering even now. That's way they all do their best to let him know his doing great.

Kisses in the cheek, compliments on how he's looking, new products to his hair and skin, playing the games he recommends, telling how badass he is when he trains them...

Somehow being around Tomura has help them realize how important is communicating stuff. They all are way healthier now.

Tomura is just... So sincere. He's been instructed to share his thoughts, because he had a problem before with communicating properly. That means he used to forget saying certain information because it was obvious to him, but not to others.

He doesn't mean to hurt people. He's just saying what he thinks. Which also means he offends a bunch of people not by accident. And he doesn't apologize because he is just doing what he's been told.

Midoriya and Shigaraki's discussions are epic. And so are their fights. Yes, they fight like siblings. Which is crazy funny because they are like "friendly reminder you tried to KILL ME" and "WELL YOU DESERVED THAT FOR BEING A DICK".

They've finally found out that you can complain to him or get a little violent and he's not gonna even blink, just hear you out.

It was because Bakugo got a little violent with him and yeah, he just stared back waiting.

You can't imagine Dabi's anger when Tomura told him about Kotaro. He was frustrated because at least Tomura did step on Endeavor and humiliated him for life, but him? He is angry with a man that's dead and gone.

Okay no, the whole League is angry about the things that has happened to the whole League. That's the thing with finally being able to relax and feel. It all comes back in a flood.

They have prohibited being around school when the parents visit. Specially because they are no very civil to shitty parents.

And if a kid confess about having shitty parents, oh boy. The League is gonna BE PISSED.

The UA is still a total chaos, but now in the right ways. They have more normal problems, they don't have to win war and kill evil lords, they complain about not having money to go out and forgetting their homework. And the ex-villians can complain about life being boring a needing more action.

That's a good thing. That means they all are healing, together.

They're gonna be fine.

[ladyc0312]

A Jikook Guide to RunBTS: 91-101

Sometimes, I think about some of the moments I list here and start to worry that I'm reading too much into things. And I'll be the first to admit that a bunch of them are ambiguous enough that reasonable people can differ in their interpretation. 

The thing about jikook, though, is that there are so many of these eyebrow-raising types of moments that you could throw out half of them and still have enough left over to think "there's something up with those two." Especially in the following episodes...

Ep 91 "Mini Golden Bell Part 1" (Ep: 3 / KM: 1)

The ones where they make the best of sitting on the floor of an empty room and Jin and JK just barely manage to avoid murdering Tae over his less-than-excellent MC skills

03:35 - Everyone is confident that the "oh!" sound that's played is either JK or JM, but aren’t sure which is which. 

8:14 - When JM gets the right answer, JK is the only one to clap.

16:38 - JK is once again the only one to clap when JM gets an answer right.

Ep 92 "Mini Golden Bell Part 2" (Ep: 3 / KM: 2)

15:00 - As he goes to measure JK's arm, JM informs everyone that JK's arms have gotten longer since he's been boxing.

15:54 - When JM keeps moving around while JK is trying to measure his arm, JK tells Suga to hold JM still. 

16:31 - When JM's arm somehow seems to get slightly shorter from his stretching, JK gets excited and calls him "Jimin" (no hyung) a few times and then "Jimin-ssi."

20:03, 20:18 - When JK is singing his karaoke love song, the other guys are all over-emoting or swaying and listening, but JM just stares straight at him (and even looks genuinely emotional?) and the camera just stops showing him at a certain point. See picture above. 

20:46 - When JK starts to criticize Suga's cham cham cham performance, Jimin tells JK to just sit down. And he does.  

BEHIND 5:48 - After RM tries to comfort JM about his short arms by saying his legs are long, JK repeats "yes, your legs are long" and then sings a lyrics with JM's name inserted ("moon, moon, what kind of moon jiminie")

Ep 93 "BTS Marble Part 1" (Ep: 4 / KM: 3)

The ones where I still don’t understand this game but enjoy the episodes involving it anyway

0:42: Not jikook-related, but I can't not point out the adorable moment where RM makes a pun about how Marble sounds like the way Koreans pronounce Marvel and JK says "I love you 3000" to himself. 

10:22 - JM and JK are sitting pretty close all episode, but it's particularly apparent here, where JM's arm is resting on JK's thigh as they read a question together.

10:40 - Reading the question is long done, but JM's arm remains. 

12:21 - JM pats JK's shoulder in comfort after he messes up a question.

16:14 - After the heart-making game is over, JM and JK make hearts towards each other once more.

20:21 - JK taps JM's leg while sweetly reminding him that the pedometer game is difficult. Then they lean in to strategize together. 

21:07 - JM pats JK's back when he ends up winning the pedometer game, then again when it seems like JK was tired out by it. BEHIND 1:15 - JK is sitting next to JHope in this shot. The next time we see them, JM is there instead and stays there the rest of the game.

2:10 - JK pats JM's hand after JM says that the winning team should share with the losing one so no one's feelings are hurt.

2:48 - JM appears to be sitting half in JK's lap as he explains his answer.

4:41 - JM leans into JK as he laughs. 

5:51 - Another angle of the 16:14 moment.

6:25 - JM is half in JK's lap again as they watch the other team eat snacks. When JK says it looks good, JM gets a piece for him and rather intensely watches him eat it.

8:40 - JM and JK continue working on a puzzle after the game is over. When JM solves it, he shakes his whole body and makes cute frustrated noises. JK looks like he finds it adorable (how could you not?). Jimin does it again closer to JK's face and JK looks away shyly. 

Ep 94 "BTS Marble Part 2" (Ep: 4 / KM: 3)

4:20 - JM & JK trace a line with their fingers together in sync and the on-screen text informs us "two hands are moving like one hand."

7:24 - After JM and JK mess up in a game, the reach towards each other and hold each other's shoulders while collapsing in giggles onto the game board. The caption dubs them "dumb and dumber."  

16:28 - JM has his arm around JK's shoulders (while continuing from last ep to be half on his lap).

23:13 - When they're going back and forth about who should do the challenge, JM puts his hand on JK's thigh (the far one, for some reason) to tell him that he (JM) might get a leg cramp if he does it. JK does the challenge. 

24:12 - After JK loses the leg-shaking game by only one point, JM comforts him by massaging his thigh, shin, and calf.

BEHIND  0:29 - JK yells out "Jimin-ssi!!!" after JM gets an answer wrong.

1:54 - Another angle of the 7:24 collapsing together on the board moment.

4:03 - More of JM with his arm around JK.

7:48 - JM and JK stay behind to geek out together over some sort of kitchen appliance.

Ep 95 "Let's Play with BTS Part 1" (Ep: 3 / KM: 2)

The ones where BTS play childhood games 

9:17 - JK whispers to JM to ask for clarification on the rules.

11:18 - JK falls backwards laughing and, immediately after, JM does exactly the same thing.

15:23 - JK comments on how small Jimin's hands are.

31:33 - JM shushes JK when he tries to give advice on the game.

34:32 - JK puts his hand on JM's shoulder and asks for a snack.

BEHIND

7:40 - JM and JK giggle together over something.

7:56 - JK wants to show JM a jacks technique.

8:18 - JM and JK giggle together again and JM puts his hand on JK's arm as they do so.

10:24 - When JK adjusts the cameras, JM says JK is the director, then congratulates him and offers him candy when he's done.

Ep 96 "Let's Play with BTS Part 2" (Ep: 4 / KM: 3)

The one where we get the origin of “Rock Bison” - and it’s rather jikook-y!

3:18 - JM sees that JK is sad because he didn't get the top he wanted, so JM gives JK his top and takes the Rock Bison one that no one else wanted. 

11:32 - JK giggles at JM repeatedly throwing his top in the background.

22:52 - JM and JK do a weird backwards handshake before competing against each other in the eraser game.

23:56 - JK claps for JM after JM beats him in the game.

31:11 - JK consults JM on which lane to choose for his model car.

33:46 - When JM reaches out to take a box that might be heavy, JK watches and stands up as if ready to assist. BEHIND 6:51 - JM stands with his hand on JK's shoulder as they watch RM compete.

6:57 - JM holds JK's arms from behind and acts as resistance for him as he does arm-lifting exercises. 

10:19 - An off-camera JM tries to help JK figure out what's why the model car he built is so slow.

Ep 97 "Pajama Party Part 1" (Ep: 4 / KM: 4)

The ones where the guys wear cute pajamas and yes the Behind picture in the second part is real!

5:49 - We see that JM and JK have been drawing on their socks together. More on this in the Behind...

11:14 - JK is lying in JM's lap and they're playing around with their feet. This one is also expanded in the Behind!

22:13 - JK pokes a rod he is playing with in between Jimin's asscheeks. I... have been searching for a less suggestive way to describe this accurately and I keep coming up empty. Blame JK, not me!

22:38 - Another entry in our ongoing "it's JM's fault if JK thinks everything he does is hilarious" series, JM collapses laughing when JK skips back to the group carrying a Cooky doll attached to the rod like he hunted it. (In JM's defense, JK does look incredibly adorable doing it.)

23:54 - JK reaches over and touches Jimin's hand and the camera immediately cuts to something else.  

Note: For fans of JK's satoori, it comes out multiple times in this episode when he gets frustrated with various members after they get a question wrong.

BEHIND 2:41 - JM calls for Taehyung to come sit next to him. JK does instead. 

3:04 - JM rests his foot on JK's thigh as they both draw on their socks.

4:07 - After JM finishes showing off the drawings on his socks, he points the camera to JK in full focus mode finishing his drawings and JM smiles like it's the most adorable thing ever. 

5:26 - I'm sure you've all seen this clip already somewhere, but I'll describe it anyway! After JK tucks his feet under Suga's robe, JM pulls him back so he's laying in JM's lap. JM then puts his arms around JK as he grabs his decorated socked feet to show him while making silly noises. JK then picks up his foot to show his drawn-on sock and makes a different silly noise, causing JM to giggle. The shot gets cut off mid-giggle for whatever reason...

5:53 - JM rests his foot on JM's back while he adds to his sock art. 

7:52 - When JK stretches his arm out to indicate some of the members, he maybe puts his hand on JM's back for a moment.

Ep 98 "Pajama Party Part 2" (Ep: 4 / KM: 1)

You'd think this would be a super jikook-y episode given those pictures, but strangely enough, there are no moments of note in the episode itself. Since you can see the pics without watching the ep, I didn’t include them in the KM score.

BEHIND 1:20 - JM complains to JK that he hasn't gotten any answers right so far.  Some people have matched this to a round of the game in the episode itself where JK doesn't seem to be guessing as enthusiastically as he did before, perhaps in an attempt to make JM feel less bad. I mention it here because it's a theory I've seen a lot, but YMMV.

7:50 - JK shows JM that he has attached J and M balloons to his shirt while saying "JM" and "Jimin," making JM giggle. 

Ep 99 "Florists" (Ep: 5 / KM: 3)

The one where we learn that Jin probably doesn't have a future as a florist

4:33 - When JM starts to get embarrassed because everyone is laughing about his birth flower name sounding like a dirty word in Korean, JK rubs JM's neck and then continues rubbing circles on his back for a while after, seemingly to comfort him. 

19:05 - When Jimin looks confused after RM says he comes out of a glass bowl in Serendipity, JK lightly slaps him on the chest for forgetting. It's almost like it has some sort of personal meaning to him...

28:05 - After JK presents the bouquet he made (which he says represents all different kinds of love), JM says "I think I'll love it when I get it as a present."  Translation note: As we've discussed before, Korean can be hard to translate because often pronouns are omitted. A more literal translation is "present if received will be loved." Most translations that I've seen interpret it as Jimin talking about himself as the recipient, but it's not totally clear. Mentioning this because I know I was wondering why this moment isn't talked about more, since it seems fairly suggestive that JM would assume JK was going to give him a bouquet of flowers he made.

28:38 - When JM explains what "Serendipity" means, he's looking at JK (I think - I'll be totally honest and say the angle is weird and it could be RM).

31:02 - After the florist picks J-Hope's bouquet over JK's as his favorite, JM comments that Jungkook's "looks like a real bouquet for a wedding."

Ep 100 "100th Episode Special Part 1" (Ep: 4 / KM: 3)

The ones where the show does enhanced editions of games previously played on the series and you will walk away with zero doubt as to whom the episodes are sponsored by

21:36 - When it looks like Suga hit Jimin with the badminton birdie, but he actually made a bad serve, JK approaches with his frying pan racket held out and an angry look on his face and starts to scold Suga.  I’ve seen this written up as a jikook moment with JK being over-protective of JM. I’m going to be totally honest with you and say that I didn’t see it that way - JK had been getting increasingly annoyed at the other team re-doing serves and my read was that the moment was more about that. Let me know if you see it differently.  Regardless, the more significant moments are the ones in the Behind...

BEHIND 4:13 - When JM is hit near the eye with the badminton birdie, JK goes over to him and checks on whether his eye was hit. JM reaches out towards him as he gets up. It's interesting to me that the others stand back and let JK be the one to check in on JM, even though Tae and Jin were both closer when it happened. 

5:03 - Not a jikook moment, but JK is doing an adorable cheerleading routine in the background here and I can't not mention it...

8:39 - When JM sees that Jin and JK aren't messing around and JK was actually hit in the nose with the volleyball, he gets serious and walks over, asking him multiple times if it hurts a lot. He ruffles JK's hair before kneeling down next to him to check in.

Ep 101 "100th Episode Special Part 2" (Ep: 4 / KM: 1)

17:40 - JM tells everyone JK is good at this type of game.

BEHIND

1:06 - JK instructs Jimin (in half-informal language) how to work the box.

5:50 - JK calls out to Jimin that his photo makes him look like he's in a cartoon (and there's a slight pause when he calls him in between "Jimin" and "hyung").

7:09 - Jimin asserts that JK does look sexy in the "sexy pose" photo. He is imho correct.

9:15 - When JM is playing around after the game is over, he calls for Jungkook to cover him

100th Episode Special: Survival Directors Cut (Ep: 2 KM: 0)

5:32 - JM covers JK with his laser gun, allowing JK to escape.  Not particularly shippy since they're on the same team, but including it for anyone who wants a visual aid for some sort of military AU...

[tiptapricot]

if u dont mind me asking but,,,what about some sam and dwayne interaction :0 (u dont have to if u dont want to tho <3)

OUGHHH YESSSS (also imagining this in a “the boys live” AU)

Dwayne’s the last one before David to get actually close to Sam

It’s not that he doesn’t like him, he’s just kind of indifferent and still adjusting to the Emersons being around more often

The thing that sparks them hanging out more is Sam asking Dwayne to teach him how to skateboard

He’s really not great at it (to start), but he gets better, and Dwayne is a good teacher, even though he laughs when Sam gets pissed about falling

It becomes a weekend/after homework thing

Dwayne’ll drop by the Emerson house after sunset and knock, greeting whoever opens the door with a big smile and a hug, and then check in to see if Sam’s done with school stuff

If he is, Sam rides with Dwayne down to the boardwalk, or if it’s too busy there somewhere else with decent pavement

They’ll practice until Sam starts complaining about scraped knees, and then either go join the rest of the boys and Michael, or split off so Sam can hang out with the Frogs

Dwayne steals gets Sam his own board for his birthday, and Sam covers it in paint and stickers

They click in a good way. They’re not as chill as Sam is with David or Lucy, but also not as chaotic as he is with Marko or Paul

Dwayne doesn’t suggest anything dumb or risky, but he also goes along with Sam whenever he has an idea, even if it’s something like dying his hair neon green or doing archery practice in his room

Sam goes to Dwayne for pointers after he comes out, mostly because he doesn’t think he can trust Marko or Paul’s advice about flirting

Sam is tentative when he asks about makeup, but Dwayne’s more than happy to teach him. He has Sam practice on him until he’s more comfortable, and wears the smudged and unsteady eyeliner with pride

When Star and Lucy aren’t available, Dwayne helps Sam re bleach his hair (or dye it, hence the neon green hair incident)

In return, (once hes better at it) Sam does Dwayne’s makeup and hair before parties or big events. He’s really good at braiding, and starts keeping a few hair ties on him at all times just in case they’re needed

Dwayne picks up Sam a lot, for hugs or piggy back rides or to carry him on his shoulders, and that’s probably when they get the most rowdy. Yeah, there’s no flying allowed in the Emerson house, but has Sam still hit his head on the rafters anyway? Also yes. Multiple times (not all of them because of Dwayne, Paul’s another culprit though he usually does more damage. Besides, it’s never too hard and Sam’s always laughing, so the bruises are worth it)

They get into really good conversations when they’re alone together, whether skateboarding or picking out new eyeshadow or taking an Air Dwayne flight above Santa Carla

Sam just feels really comfortable and safe with Dwayne, like he’s not scared of messing something up or dumping too much on him, and Dwayne thinks Sam is a fucking great kid that deserves to hear stories he can relate to and feel supported by

Sam gets Dwayne to play video games with him and they both get very competitive. Sometimes Dwayne can be overheard humming soundtracks or boss battle themes

Sam talks a lot about MTV and pop culture, but besides the video game references Dwayne doesn’t get any of it. Sure, he knows stuff about the artists and bands he listens to, but anything outside of that is foreign territory, and he never quite gets into it like Sam. Still, he’s super supportive

Even though the boys can’t go with Sam and Michael during the day festivities of Santa Carla pride, they have their own mini celebration with the Emersons the evening of, and Dwayne carries Sam around on his shoulders almost the whole evening

Headcanons masterpost

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truly, madly, deeply

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AUctober day 31: halloween

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Nico thought that spending Halloween with his boyfriend would mean parties, couples costumes, and cheesy photoshoot galore. Unfortunately, when said boyfriend is currently applying to colleges, it changes your plans a bit.

Not that he’s really complaining. Nico was actually sort of dreading the typical “Halloween party” that comes around this time where every teen gets shitfaced and eats way too many Skittles, which makes the next morning a fun colorful surprise when your head is in the toilet. He loves his friends, but not enough to go through that for the third year in a row.

They’re at Will’s house instead, having been put on candy duty by Naomi, who left about an hour before Trick or Treating started to go set up for a gig. So far they’ve had a limited number of kids coming to the house, even with the friendly little neighborhood Will lives in near the school. Apparently, kids had begun to learn that going to neighborhoods like Nico’s, where mansions lined the street, they had a better chance of getting the king-sized candy bars.

Instead of waiting at the door for kids who may never come, the two have elected to sit on the couch together in Will’s living room instead, raiding the candy bowl that Naomi had put together.

They are in costume, of course. Will is wearing a bright orange sweater with a Jack-o-Lantern face (much to his delight, and to Nico’s disgust.) At one point he had a green plant-top headband on, but it had since been knocked on the floor after a quick makeout. It was now serving as a chew toy for Will’s dog, a golden retriever appropriately named Sunny.

As for Nico, it was now his fifth year strong as a vampire. And yes, the costume he bought back in seventh grade still fit him. Although, his cape was now draped around Will, turning his boyfriend into a pumpkin-demon of sorts like a villain from the world’s worst Halloween movie.

Will is lying against one of the arms of the couch with his legs up, groaning as he fills out question after question for his college application. Early applications are due next weekend, and like most high school seniors, he had overestimated the amount of time he had and was now doing it last minute.

Nico leans cross-legged against Will’s knees, his PreCalc midterm study guide in his lap. (It was their school’s idea to put all of their midterms the week after Halloween, assuming that kids wouldn’t get too drunk and actually show up for school. PreCalc was also the only class he and Will have together because of their grade difference, which means Nico doesn’t exactly get the most done during class.)

Will sighs heavily at yet another Common App question, and Nico reaches to pat his knee supportively without looking up.

“‘What did I enjoy most about last Monday?’ I don’t even remember last Monday!” he drops his head back on the armrest, making Nico crack a smile.

“Well, you were with me last Monday. We went out for pizza to celebrate the last week of our sanity before midterm hell,” he recalls, poking his boyfriend’s calf with the back of his pen.

Will gasps, before furiously typing. “You’re right! And now they’ll have to accept me if I mention I have a boyfriend because if they don’t it’ll be a hate crime!”

“I don’t think that’s how that works—”

“It’s a hate crime,” he deadpans.

A second later, they both crack up.

Even in this moment of pure bliss, though, the question Nico has been wondering ever since the start of school in September has been lurking in the back of his mind.

The doorbell rings interrupting their moment and only pushing the question closer to the front of Nico’s mind. Will has to regain composure before picking up the bowl and walking to the door. He looks back at Nico, silently asking if he’s going to join him, to which Nico just shakes his head with a soft smile.

When Will returns, Nico can’t help it when he blurts it out.

“What is going to happen to us when you go to college?”

The blonde furrows his eyebrows. “It’s only October, babe,” he says, unwrapping a KitKat and settling back down on the couch next to him.

“I know, but it’s Halloween, which means tomorrow is November, and November turns into December. Once we get through break it’s practically March and then after that school is like, basically over. Then you leave in August, and- I’m sorry did you just take a bite of that KitKat without breaking apart the pieces?”

Will glances at Nico, then down at the KitKat. There was, in fact, a bite taken out of it with the two pieces somehow still connected.

“Um,” he looks back up at Nico. “Yes?”

What kind of heathen was he dating?

“I- okay,” Nico sighs, leaning back into Will. Just because his boyfriend is a disgrace doesn’t mean he doesn’t still want to be around him. Plus, it’s 40 degrees outside and he’s practically a space heater. “What was I saying?”

“You were spiraling,” Will says, poking Nico’s cheek. He swats Will’s hand away, electing to lace their fingers together instead.

“Don’t laugh at me, I was being serious!” he protests. “If we only have the next ten months together, like this-” he holds up their joined hands- “then I need to prepare myself mentally.”

“If you could stand another ten months of me I’ll be impressed,” Will says, then lets go of their hands so he can pull Nico closer until he’s practically in Will’s lap. “But until then, we’ll just take it day by day, okay?”

Nico silently nods.  After a moment, he speaks again. “I’m pretty sure I could stand you for a lifetime.”

He feels Will smile against his shoulder. “That was cheesy.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I love you.”

Nico grins. “Yeah, I know.”

“Rude,” Will pulls back, pouting. “Say it back.”

“I love you, too.”

“Good,” Will nods, and there’s a tiny smudge of chocolate just on top of his lip. Nico reaches out to rub it off with his thumb, before pulling Will’s face closer to his so he can kiss him.

However much longer they have together, whatever college or the rest of this year means, to hell if he’s not gonna enjoy every minute of it.

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The Heart Gambit (Dennor) - 1 Where I Want to Be

Word Count: 1,575

Summary: Mathias is attending a boring party for the competitors, but things get interesting when he spots Lukas from across the room.

Author's Note: Here's the first full chapter! I had a great time writing it so I hope you enjoy it and do leave me some feedback so I can keep getting better!

Previous: 0-Introduction

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Mathias stood at the balcony soaking in the view. The sun had already dipped below the mountains and he watched as lights in the valley below flickered on, waking up the night. He took in a deep breath. The air was much crisper here than he thought it would be. It almost made his lungs feel younger. He swirled his champagne glass and starred down into the valley, wondering if a fall from this high would kill him.

He felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Hey man, if you're gonna fall something, at least make it look cool!"

He laughed at the familiar voice. He turned to see his manager, Alfred. Mathias playfully pushed Alfred's hand away.

"Aw come on! I haven't had THAT much to drink!" Mathias said, laughing.

Alfred leaned back against the balcony railing, taking a sip from his own glass.

"So, what are you doing out here when the party's happening in there?" he said, gesturing to the room behind Mathias.

Mathias glanced behind him at the "party" that was being held for him and Lukas. He didn't really consider it one. It was too formal and stuffy. Everyone was dressed too nicely and talking too quietly to be having fun. Light classical music drifted over the droning murmur of the party guests. Mathias had been to his share of parties, but he found it hard to have a good time when he was expected to make constant polite conversation with people and act just as buttoned-up as everyone else.

"Oh you know," he chuckled, half-heartedly. "Just taking a breather. Fancy gatherings aren't exactly my thing."

Alfred took another sip from his glass and he patted Mathias on the back.

"I know, I know. You were never really a 'shake hands and make small talk' kind of guy, but that interview you did has everyone buzzing about you! You make that guy Lukas seem like a huge nerd! And everyone loves a confident guy!" Alfred said, beaming at Mathias.

"I know you don't like it, but if you could just go shake hands, make a few snarky comments, it would really help me land this sponsorship for you!"

Alfred stood up and took another sip from his glass, only to find it empty.

"Well, duty calls. You got this!" Alfred cheered, giving a big thumbs up before walking back inside.

Mathias downed the rest of his drink and signed. He headed back into the main room, passing party members and doing his best to make small talk.

"Hey look it's that Kohler guy!"

"You're gonna win this weekend right?"

"Wow! You're so much taller in person!"

Mathias tensed up.

"Haha... thank you... I-" he caught sight of someone across the room at another balcony.

Could it be?

Lukas was there, leaning on the railing and staring off into the darkening night sky. He wasn't entirely sure what made him do it, but he found himself gently pushing past the party guests, muttering some polite "excuse me"s and "sorry"s. He almost ran over but stopped just short of the balcony doors. He felt a pang of fear in the pit of his stomach. Why did he want to talk to Lukas so bad? He doubted he wanted to speak to him after the interview. But, if anyone would understand how much these things sucked, it would probably be him.

He took a deep breath and stepped through the doors, slapping Lukas on the back.

"Well, well, well! So we finally meet! What are you doing out here when the party's in there?" he asked him with a forced grin.

He jumped a bit as his hand was slapped away.

"What the hell!? I'm not Lukas!" apparently-not-Lukas yelled.

The guy turned around to face Mathias. He did look just like Lukas, same jawline and platinum blond hair. Although, his eyes seemed strangely purple compared to Lukas's sea-blue eyes. Not that Mathias had been staring at pictures of him, of course. Mathias put his hands up.

"Oh! My bad! You look just like him from the back! Even more so from the front!" he replied, trying to laugh it off.

The guy let out a sigh and huffed.

"I'm his brother, Emil. Don't feel THAT bad. It happens more than I like" he said as he eyes Mathias up and down.

Emil furrowed his brows.

"I take it you're Mathias. The guy he won't stop complaining about." Emil said, crossing his arms.

Mathias laughed a bit.

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" he joked.

Emil looked out over the balcony.

"Ok, Mr. Big-shot. Tell that to my nerd brother who wasn't exactly happy with how you made him look in your little interview," he said flatly, turning back to Mathias.

"Though, I doubt he'd ever tell you that. It would ruin his "strategy",".

Mathias laughed nervously.

"Aren't you worried about giving his strategy!?" he asked grinning. "Keep this up and I'll snag that win for sure!"

Mathias's laugh grew more confident and put his hand on Emil's shoulder. Emil picked Mathias's hand off his shoulder and placed it on the balcony railing.

"If I'm being totally honest, I don't really know if I want him to win," Emil said under his breath, resting his hand in his hands as he looked over the balcony.

Mathias's demeanor softened. He walked over to Emil and stood next to him, looking out at the night sky.

Emil sighed.

"When you said that Lukas didn't have a life outside of chess, yeah it was mean, but the worst part was it's kinda true. I like my brother and all, but every day is the same thing: combing through old books for strategies, helping him practice, and trying to get him to sleep and eat like a normal person, and-"

Emil sighed again as if he caught himself in an old habit. He stood up properly and started straightening out his clothes.

"If Lukas wins, I'm not really sure what he'll do with his life. At least if he loses, he'll still have something to keep himself busy with. Though, I'm getting a little tired of chess," Emil said, trailing off. "I should get going, actually. He's probably waiting for me back at the hotel."

It hit Mathias that he's completely forgotten that he was even at the party. He only wanted to know more about Lukas.

"I'll walk you out!" he quickly straightened himself out. "I'm just about ready to get out of here myself."

The pair walked towards the elevator. Mathias did his best to smile and wave at the part goers, desperately hoping that Alfred wouldn't notice him leaving early. He stepped into the elevator with Emil and waited for the doors to close.

"So, why is Lukas's life just...chess?" Mathias asked, delicately.

Emil stared at the floor counter as it ticked down.

"Lukas loves knowledge and books and reading and all that. He values intellect. Chess just so happened to present itself to him as the ultimate game," Emil shifted a bit. "At first, it was kinda more casual. He'd read a book or two and play a few games here and there. But the better he got, the more he wanted to read and practice and win that I'm pretty sure he forgot anything else."

Mathias stiffened a bit. Lukas had probably read every book on Chess there ever was, he was definitely serious. How dedicated was Lukas if he was willing to forego eating, sleeping, and -

"Has he ever had, like a girlfriend or something?" Mathias asked, instantly wishing he could suck the words back in as soon as he spoke them.

Emil shook his head.

"Nah. He almost had a boyfriend, but he wasn't...priority at the time..." Emil trailed off again.

The elevator dinged as they reached the ground floor. The two stepped out and walked outside. Thunder rolled in the distance.

"Well, I better try to beat the storm. You know, you're not as annoying, arrogant, or obnoxious as Lukas says you are," Emil said as he pulled on a jacket.

Mathias felt a little hurt in his heart, but he knew what he wanted to see Lukas. He had to talk to him. About the interview, the party, the match, everything.

Emil started walking away.

"Wait!" Mathias called out.

Emil turned around as Mathias caught up to him.

"Let's uh, let's grab a drink tomorrow, and maybe you can tell me more about yourself and Lukas. Between you and me, you seem much cooler haha! And maybe Lukas isn't the buttoned-up nerd I'm pretty sure he is!" Mathias beamed.

Emil smiled for the first time that night, small but genuine. He pulled out a napkin from his jacket and scribbled an address on it.

"Oh no, he definitely is!" he replied, laughing a little.

Mathias took the napkin and checked the address. It was right by the hotel he was staying at.

"Alright see you then! This better be a good bar, you know! I need a real party after having to put up with this stuffy garbage all night!" He cheered as Emil walked away.

He wasn't sure, but Emil looked back and seemed to wink at him.

"For sure! Goodnight!"

"Goodnight."

Mathias paused for a moment and sighed at the new silence. He trudged back inside and made his way back up to the party. After all, he still had hands to shake.

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Next Chapter: 2-The Arbiter

a/n: I hope you liked the first chapter!  I also apologize for the poor proofreading. it's just me proofreading these so if you see a critical error feel free to DM me and I'll fix it!

I’m going to take this time to plug my non-hetalia work “ Intro to Love ” about a college student who struggles to keep her superpowers a secret and while making new friends.  How much of her normal life will she give up to save her friends from a mysterious villain that drains students’ brains and turns them into zombies? The complete Chapter 1 is out NOW!

Thanks again for reading! Send some feedback my way! Can’t wait to continue this story!

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Okay, get this: a new lov member who’s really awkward and shy. Everyone thinks she’s just a normal gal but it turns out she’s absolutely out of her mind? /sigh/ I don’t even know anymore 😔 rip. I’m so bad at requesting it should be my new party trick. Anyways, I hope you have a good day and I love your writing!!

Ahh thank you! :) I’m not sure if you wanted this to be cute or disturbing so I went with the latter because nothing I’ve posted so far is dark themed (all my stuff is like, fluff haha)! :0 Let’s get some well rounded writing up in here! 

New LOV member who’s secretly insane

Warnings: DARK THEMES that include but are not limited to: Blood, dead animals, disturbing images, cannibalism, death, hearing voices, sadism/masochism, violence, mentions of self-harm etc. etc. You get the picture. 

^^^Don’t read if you’re sensitive to similar topics. I went ham on this, yall. 

Disclaimer: The reader depicted in this is chronically insane and is an extreme case. This is in no way a depiction of a person with a mental disorder. I don’t want to spread any misinformation, most people with mental disorders are lovely people and are not crazy/dangerous in anyway

Under the cut vvv

Tomura Shigaraki:

Look, he wasn’t a fan of the whole awkward-shy act, but hey, you were pretty hot and you had a quirk that the League definitely needed

So he let you in, figuring he’d just need to have that timid attitude of yours whipped out of you

But OH. It didn’t take long for him to realize you were completely bonkers. 

Dabi was giving you shit like he did everyone, and all it took was a poor comment on his part for your usually pleasant expression to contort into one of malice and...joy? The way your face darkened and your eyes swirled with an unhinged gleam… 

Maybe you’d be more interesting than he initially thought~ plus, seeing you threaten Dabi was definitely some brownie points in Tomura’s book

At times it gets frustrating because you can get out of hand, and he honestly couldn’t even handle the League WITHOUT another crazy added in the mix

But you were powerful and an important addition to the team, so you were stuck with this sorry lot whether you liked it or not

Kurogiri:

He was a little surprised, but pleasantly so, when Tomura recruited you for the League. You were actually...rather normal compared to the rest of the bunch, but he was far from complaining!

You were also modest and well-mannered, and Kurogiri especially admired that. The rest of the League was full of squabbling hotheads, so you were a breath of fresh air!

At the bar, he’d talk a lot with you seeing as you were one of the calmer villains, but overtime he noticed that certain comments would raise a few red flags. 

One day you bring in the mangled body of a cat and...oh. 

The way you casually set it on the bar counter and grin at Kurogiri happily while you ask for a kiddy cocktail… all the while your hands were still soaked in its blood.

Tomura’s decision made a bit more sense now. You were completely off your rocker! He treats you pretty much the same as before, but is usually the one who has to reel you in when you start to show your crazy too much. 

Dabi:

When you first joined the League, he couldn’t believe it. Was Tomura fucking stupid? How could a shy, pretty thing like you possibly fit in with the baddest villain organization?

Needless to say, he was kind of an asshole to you. He’d make rude comments, blatantly say you didn’t belong here, condescendingly give you names like “princess” 

For the most part you would bear it all with a grin, and though he didn’t exactly understand you reaction, he would scoff and roll his eyes. “Weirdo”

One day he happens to strike a particularly strong chord with you, and suddenly you’ve shoved him against a wall, hands wrapped around his throat

You choking him wasn’t what off put him. It was the demented look in your eyes and the lopsided grin overwhelming your face. You were practically begging him to insult you again.

“It feels soooo good when you call me names!” you giggle, fingers squeezing into his neck. “Maybe you can choke me next?!” Your eyes were excited at the sadistic thought. 

He shoves you off rather easily after he gets over his initial surprise, rubbing his neck. “Crazy bitch…”

The fact that he didn’t ignite your crazy ass on the spot means you’d gained his respect, if in the slightest. Clearly you’re a better fit to be a villain than he thought. He still picks on you, but significantly less.

Himiko Toga:

She was excited to have another girl! She flocked straight to you and grabbed your sleeve right away!

“Aiiya! You’re so cute, look at you!” She poked your cheeks and you got a little flustered under the attention. She thinks you’re so shy and adorable!!!!

She makes it her mission to become your bestest best friend! But she can’t help but get a little excited from time to time.

“(Y/n), you’re too cute! Please, can I cut you up!? Just a few slices here and there! You’d look ten times cuter if I do!” And she’s grinning.

Her grin completely falters, however, when you agree. “W-What?” she didn’t expect it at all! She was used to getting brushed off.

But no...the crazed look in your eye at the mention of spilled blood… you were practically dripping with insanity. 

Kurogiri stopped the both of you before you both had the chance to completely slice each other up, but from that moment on your were pretty much conjoined at the hip.

Crazy cuties flock together

Spinner:

When a cute, shy thing like yourself joined the League, he was a total flustered mess! You were absolutely adorable!

Like Kurogiri, you were a breath of fresh air, a nice change of pace to the usually colorful bunch that he got to hang around with.

You were nice to him, and he always gets embarrassed when you compliment him! So naturally he assumes that you’re the sweetheart of the bunch! 

You’re talking, and finally Spinner outright asks you, “How’d you even get roped into villainy?” because it blows his mind such a normie like you are in the League

And, very casually and chipper, you describe how you murdered your family in cold blood. They hadn’t even done anything to upset you. You just wanted to. 

“O-Oh.” He honestly didn’t know what to say...but he didn’t really get a chance to speak as you suddenly pull a necklace out from under your shirt. It was a strange looking thing, a shriveled black lump on a string. 

“Look! I even carry a piece of them around with me!” His eyes widen, and you just giggle and tuck the petrified piece of corpse jewelry back into your shirt. 

Twice:

Needless to say, Twice had some mixed feelings about you when you first joined the League.

“What the hell is such a prude bitch doing in the League?” “Aww how cute! Finally a fresh face! Happy to meet you!” 

He’s honestly probably the first to realize you’re absolutely batshit because he’s always half doubting your sincerity

Let’s just say he isn’t surprised when you’re on a mission and you start gnawing and eating at a fresh corpse on the ground

“Wow, that’s fucking bad ass” “Ew!!! That’s disgusting, what the fuck!” 

And hearing his voices go back and forth, you just look up, blood smeared across your face, a strange gleam in your eye and you grin!

“Hahaha! Twice, you always say the funniest things!!!”

After the mission he tries to avoid you as much as he can. Though your quirk and tenacity was something the League definitely benefited from, that didn’t mean he wanted to be anywhere near you after the shit he saw that night

You were fucking wild

Mr. Compress

After Shigaraki let you into the League, he was pretty interested in you. You seemed pretty average and you acted like a timid civilian, so what kind of quirk did you have? Surely something must have caught Tomura’s eye that he wasn’t seeing.

So he, being the man of charisma and mystery that he was, made it his secret motive to find out what you were hiding. 

He took it upon himself to show you around the hideout as your own personal guide. Not that you were complaining! Compress is so flashy and entertaining that you were actually enjoying your time with him.

Not gonna lie, he was acting a little too charming and over-confident with you, trying to get you to slip up and spill a secret

And spill you did! Though not intentionally. It sort of all happened at once. Compress was moving ahead of you and all of a sudden he was thrown back against the wall.

He hits it with a grunt and slides down to the floor, looking up at you with a stunned expression. What the fuck did he do to merit that?!

But you weren’t even looking at him. No, you were whispering under your breath, staring at the ceiling and grinning like a madman. 

“You’re right! That was fun!” you spoke to the empty room, pausing a moment before letting out a loud, crazy laugh. “You always were good at jokes!” 

Slowly he rose and moved away from the room where you stood conversing with your imaginary voices. 

Telekinesis was a pretty powerful quirk! Though it seemed your perks also came with some hefty flaws… very interesting!

Magne: 

Magne was so excited to have another girl in the League! She loved Toga, of course, but at times Magne found her to be a bit...much 

So when you first arrived, seemingly normal, she was so ecstatic! She wanted to do all sorts of girl things with you that she couldn’t really do often in the boy-dominated League

You were so cute and timid, she couldn’t help but want to have a girl’s sleepover with you and Toga!

Your true colors started to show, however, during the middle of a truth or dare game. Magne had asked you what your favorite crime to commit was, expecting something calmer like robbery or identity theft 

Color her surprised when your face contorts into the craziest, most terrifying look as you narrate a violent murder and proceed to grab a pillow and rip it to shreds with your hands as a ‘demonstration’. 

Cute AND violently psycho. She can roll with that.

[thechosenburrito]

The Heart Gambit (Dennor) - 1 Where I Want to Be

Word Count: 1,575

Summary: Mathias is attending a boring party for the competitors, but things get interesting when he spots Lukas from across the room. Author's Note: Here's the first full chapter! I had a great time writing it so I hope you enjoy it and do leave me some feedback so I can keep getting better! Previous: 0-Introduction --- Mathias stood at the balcony soaking in the view. The sun had already dipped below the mountains and he watched as lights in the valley below flickered on, waking up the night. He took in a deep breath. The air was much crisper here than he thought it would be. It almost made his lungs feel younger. He swirled his champagne glass and starred down into the valley, wondering if a fall from this high would kill him. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, if you're gonna fall something, at least make it look cool!"

He laughed at the familiar voice. He turned to see his manager, Alfred. Mathias playfully pushed Alfred's hand away. "Aw come on! I haven't had THAT much to drink!" Mathias said, laughing. Alfred leaned back against the balcony railing, taking a sip from his own glass. "So, what are you doing out here when the party's happening in there?" he said, gesturing to the room behind Mathias. Mathias glanced behind him at the "party" that was being held for him and Lukas. He didn't really consider it one. It was too formal and stuffy. Everyone was dressed too nicely and talking too quietly to be having fun. Light classical music drifted over the droning murmur of the party guests. Mathias had been to his share of parties, but he found it hard to have a good time when he was expected to make constant polite conversation with people and act just as buttoned-up as everyone else. "Oh you know," he chuckled, half-heartedly. "Just taking a breather. Fancy gatherings aren't exactly my thing." Alfred took another sip from his glass and he patted Mathias on the back. "I know, I know. You were never really a 'shake hands and make small talk' kind of guy, but that interview you did has everyone buzzing about you! You make that guy Lukas seem like a huge nerd! And everyone loves a confident guy!" Alfred said, beaming at Mathias. "I know you don't like it, but if you could just go shake hands, make a few snarky comments, it would really help me land this sponsorship for you!" Alfred stood up and took another sip from his glass, only to find it empty. "Well, duty calls. You got this!" Alfred cheered, giving a big thumbs up before walking back inside. Mathias downed the rest of his drink and signed. He headed back into the main room, passing party members and doing his best to make small talk. "Hey look it's that Kohler guy!" "You're gonna win this weekend right?" "Wow! You're so much taller in person!" Mathias tensed up. "Haha... thank you... I-" he caught sight of someone across the room at another balcony. Could it be? Lukas was there, leaning on the railing and staring off into the darkening night sky. He wasn't entirely sure what made him do it, but he found himself gently pushing past the party guests, muttering some polite "excuse me"s and "sorry"s. He almost ran over but stopped just short of the balcony doors. He felt a pang of fear in the pit of his stomach. Why did he want to talk to Lukas so bad? He doubted he wanted to speak to him after the interview. But, if anyone would understand how much these things sucked, it would probably be him. He took a deep breath and stepped through the doors, slapping Lukas on the back. "Well, well, well! So we finally meet! What are you doing out here when the party's in there?" he asked him with a forced grin. He jumped a bit as his hand was slapped away. "What the hell!? I'm not Lukas!" apparently-not-Lukas yelled. The guy turned around to face Mathias. He did look just like Lukas, same jawline and platinum blond hair. Although, his eyes seemed strangely purple compared to Lukas's sea-blue eyes. Not that Mathias had been staring at pictures of him, of course. Mathias put his hands up. "Oh! My bad! You look just like him from the back! Even more so from the front!" he replied, trying to laugh it off. The guy let out a sigh and huffed. "I'm his brother, Emil. Don't feel THAT bad. It happens more than I like" he said as he eyes Mathias up and down. Emil furrowed his brows. "I take it you're Mathias. The guy he won't stop complaining about." Emil said, crossing his arms. Mathias laughed a bit. "Hey, I'm not that bad!" he joked. Emil looked out over the balcony. "Ok, Mr. Big-shot. Tell that to my nerd brother who wasn't exactly happy with how you made him look in your little interview," he said flatly, turning back to Mathias. "Though, I doubt he'd ever tell you that. It would ruin his "strategy",". Mathias laughed nervously. "Aren't you worried about giving his strategy!?" he asked grinning. "Keep this up and I'll snag that win for

sure!" Mathias's laugh grew more confident and put his hand on Emil's shoulder. Emil picked Mathias's hand off his shoulder and placed it on the balcony railing. "If I'm being totally honest, I don't really know if I want him to win," Emil said under his breath, resting his hand in his hands as he looked over the balcony. Mathias's demeanor softened. He walked over to Emil and stood next to him, looking out at the night sky. Emil sighed. "When you said that Lukas didn't have a life outside of chess, yeah it was mean, but the worst part was it's kinda true. I like my brother and all, but every day is the same thing: combing through old books for strategies, helping him practice, and trying to get him to sleep and eat like a normal person, and-" Emil sighed again as if he caught himself in an old habit. He stood up properly and started straightening out his clothes. "If Lukas wins, I'm not really sure what he'll do with his life. At least if he loses, he'll still have something to keep himself busy with. Though, I'm getting a little tired of chess," Emil said, trailing off. "I should get going, actually. He's probably waiting for me back at the hotel." It hit Mathias that he's completely forgotten that he was even at the party. He only wanted to know more about Lukas. "I'll walk you out!" he quickly straightened himself out. "I'm just about ready to get out of here myself." The pair walked towards the elevator. Mathias did his best to smile and wave at the part goers, desperately hoping that Alfred wouldn't notice him leaving early. He stepped into the elevator with Emil and waited for the doors to close. "So, why is Lukas's life just...chess?" Mathias asked, delicately. Emil stared at the floor counter as it ticked down. "Lukas loves knowledge and books and reading and all that. He values intellect. Chess just so happened to present itself to him as the ultimate game," Emil shifted a bit. "At first, it was kinda more casual. He'd read a book or two and play a few games here and there. But the better he got, the more he wanted to read and practice and win that I'm pretty sure he forgot anything else." Mathias stiffened a bit. Lukas had probably read every book on Chess there ever was, he was definitely serious. How dedicated was Lukas if he was willing to forego eating, sleeping, and - "Has he ever had, like a girlfriend or something?" Mathias asked, instantly wishing he could suck the words back in as soon as he spoke them. Emil shook his head. "Nah. He almost had a boyfriend, but he wasn't...priority at the time..." Emil trailed off again. The elevator dinged as they reached the ground floor. The two stepped out and walked outside. Thunder rolled in the distance. "Well, I better try to beat the storm. You know, you're not as annoying, arrogant, or obnoxious as Lukas says you are," Emil said as he pulled on a jacket. Mathias felt a little hurt in his heart, but he knew what he wanted to see Lukas. He had to talk to him. About the interview, the party, the match, everything. Emil started walking away. "Wait!" Mathias called out. Emil turned around as Mathias caught up to him. "Let's uh, let's grab a drink tomorrow, and maybe you can tell me more about yourself and Lukas. Between you and me, you seem much cooler haha! And maybe Lukas isn't the buttoned-up nerd I'm pretty sure he is!" Mathias beamed. Emil smiled for the first time that night, small but genuine. He pulled out a napkin from his jacket and scribbled an address on it. "Oh no, he definitely is!" he replied, laughing a little. Mathias took the napkin and checked the address. It was right by the hotel he was staying at. "Alright see you then! This better be a good bar, you know! I need a real party after having to put up with this stuffy garbage all night!" He cheered as Emil walked away. He wasn't sure, but Emil looked back and seemed to wink at him. "For sure! Goodnight!" "Goodnight." Mathias paused for a moment and sighed at the new silence. He trudged back inside and made his way back up to the

party. After all, he still had hands to shake. --- Next Chapter: 2-The Arbiter a/n: I hope you liked the first chapter!  I also apologize for the poor proofreading. it's just me proofreading these so if you see a critical error feel free to DM me and I'll fix it! I’m going to take this time to plug my non-hetalia work “ Intro to Love ” about a college student who struggles to keep her superpowers a secret and while making new friends.  How much of her normal life will she give up to save her friends from a mysterious villain that drains students’ brains and turns them into zombies? The complete Chapter 1 is out NOW! Thanks again for reading! Send some feedback my way! Can’t wait to continue this story! Quotev link: here

[aqvarius]

I been wondering how many untranslated sub stories hlitf left? And which one, that u want to be translate asap

at first i was just going to answer this as “a lot”, but i was curious and really decided to count the actual number. and the answer is A LOT. 129 untranslated substories to be exact!! (128 when ayumu’s episode 0 comes out). i also didn’t count “discontinued stories” or reward stories (the ones you can only get if you met campaign requirements) or repackaged stories (there’s a substory which is just the text version of goto/kaga/shinonome’s voiced stories, and another 5 which are just goto/kaga/shinonome’s voiced stories split by chapter rather than character. i also didn’t check koi cafe. 

there are so many that i want to be translated!! but let me list a few of the ones i want the most:

all of the 勘違い ♡ BABY stories, also bc the SP (bodyguards) appear in these stories~

in kaga’s one, you go on a diet cause he squished your stomach and said it was soft while he was sleeping lol and also bc ayumu is compiling photos for something like a yearbook (graduation album) and saw you about to eat a doughnut and told you that the camera adds 10lbs. because you go on a soy-heavy diet, your period isn’t arriving and you go see an obgyn as recommended by riko. in the hospital, you bump into katsuragi!! anyway you left your phone in the obgyn department and get called to retrieve it on the loudspeaker so katsuragi and shinonome hear it and assume you’re pregnant. you tell shinonome to keep it a secret and then he blackmails you into helping him with the grad album and kaga gets annoyed since you’re listening to someone other than your master. when he finds out that you went to the hospital to see an obgyn he’s just... SO SOFT AND CARING???????? he makes you lie down and sleep and he makes you so much food and is relieved that your complexion is back to normal and when you tell him the reason you started dieting he APOLOGISES ALSKDJFLAS. one of the options to respond to his apology is asking him if he has a fever lol. another option is telling him to stop (apologising) and be mean like he usually is and then he’s like are you a masochist lmao. 

anyway he tells you that if you really are pregnant, don’t hide it next time since “it’s OUR problem” and not just yours. he also says that not speaking up might harm you and that he doesn’t intend for your relationship to be loose/casual (meaning he’s serious about being with you). HELP I LOVE KAGA.

afterwards, katsuragi is in the instructor’s room to do something and then he thinks you’re pregnant so he gives you a congratulatory bouquet from your team and ayumu literally loses it. 

I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH i can’t WAIT until it’s translated!! you all know i love soft/caring kaga the most and getting that + pregnancy misunderstanding + katsuragi + ayumu being a brat all in one story? *chefs kiss* incredible. i read this story on sato’s room, my favourite jp blog for hlitf content.

in goto’s one, where you go to a drinking party with naruko but it turns out to be a group date (goukon). sora and kurosawa make an appearance (naturally!!)

kaiji makes an appearance in ishigami’s route in which you go to his place to retrieve some documents for him and find lipstick and a lingering scent at his place after he cancels a date because he’s busy with work...

shinonome’s one is the one i’ve briefly mentioned before where his mc ends up with a porn dvd by accident. ayumu also gets jealous of mizuki in it (since his mc in particular just loves mizuki and is starstruck every time she sees him lol, the same thing happens in one of his vip room chapters too )

soma’s route is the one i also posted about recently where you have a matchmaking meeting with subaru. i’ve mentioned this like 5 times before but i literally am dying to see subaru/soma dynamics since subaru is usually so alpha male but soma was his mentor and senpai and trained him in criminal affairs and he really respects him, so i’m desperate to see them interact particularly in a competitive(?) setting. 

there’s another substory i want which is just for kaga and soma called ふれない夜を過ごすとき (when you spend a night without touching). the common factor in both stories is that mc turns down kaga and soma’s advances in bed (because of different story-related reasons) and it results in a ‘cold’ night where they just go to sleep. it’s so appropriate for these two considering they’re the most sexual/physical in the whole title. 

in this substory, voltage alternates between your pov and his pov for each chapter which i think is so interesting. i also love seeing both instructors being so ANXIOUS? about being turned down, since it never happens. and they’re so accepting of your rejection but so worried and hurt asdlkfs i love it. seeing soma being rattled for once is an incredible feeling lmao. and also seeing the third chapter from his perspective is so cool because you really get to see him put his detective skills to use when it comes to gathering information.

a fun detail in kaga’s route is that at the beginning you watch a film together called “ 私の名は” (obviously meant to be playing on “your name” kimi no na wa) haha. by the way, this is also the substory where we meet akane (who you may have seen in kaga vip room stories and ss3). i’m not going to spoil who akane actually is but let’s just say it was totally unexpected... 

aside from these two i want:

入捜査は蜜の味 which is a substory about going on undercover mission with your man. by the way, in this substory, kosugi from my sweet bodyguard is already a famous actress whose shows sell out in under a minute. 

離れるの禁止！－手錠で１日独り占め♡ー a substory just for kaga, goto and shinonome where you end up handcuffed to your instructor for a day

私を見つけて☆王子様 an AU substory with kaga, shinonome and namba routes since they won places in the 2015 election. the concept is like a cinderella x tanabata situation and it’s honestly HYSTERICAL. 

in the kaga ver, shinonome and soma are your evil stepbrother and stepfather respectively and you can only see kaga once a year. you met him in town last year and you spent a day (and night ;)) together and now you want to go to the ball this year. goto and kurosawa are your wizards (fairy godmothers) and their sprites wear giant witch hats with their regular suits. it’s literally so funny. ishigami is kaga’s butler and honestly, he is such a claude lmao. kurosawa reappears disguised as a prince and tries to get you to dance with him and prince hyogo literally tosses him out of the way and calls him nouveau riche ;alskfdjls. anyway he does the whole “i don’t care about your status” thing and wants to be with you. turns out it was a dream the whole time and you tell kaga about it and he’s like i don’t want that fucking megane to be my butler lmaooo (amongst other cute things that he says)

in the namba ver., kaga and shinonome are your stepbrothers A and B. they’re bullying you as usual and then prince namba shows up. i love how kaga is prince hyogo but namba is just prince namba. he whisks you away to a bar somewhere after joking that you don’t have sex appeal because you’re <30 year old and then butler ishigami comes to get him lol. prince namba tells you to grow a little next time you meet and then ishigami is like stop it with the harrassment, you are already being complained about by princesses from neighbouring countries lmaoooo. anyway you get grounded by stepbrothers kaga and shinonome and your evil stepfather soma and made to stay indoors and do chores for the rest of your life while they go to the tanabata ball. wizard goto appears and he’s SHY LOL and he uses his magic to dress you up and whisk you to the ball, where you see prince namba again. you’re about to kiss and then the bell rings and you flee before the date changes (since wizard goto’s magic only works on july 7 lol). literally an entire year passes and you wish to see prince namba at the ball again and wizard goto shows up to grant your wish. however, your evil stepfamily burst in and tie you and wizard goto up because they knew you used magic to go to the ball last year hahahahahhaa. you somehow escape and ride goto’s horse to the ball and namba sees you cause your horse is like screaming/making some really weird noise. he brings you inside and has a whole bunch of gowns and accessories laid out and is like “this old man doesn’t know what kids like so just pick whatever”. you get all dolled up and he tells you he’s impressed by how mature you look and that he was waiting for you and long story short he takes you on a garden stroll and gets on his knees and asks you to be with him forever. naturally, it’s a dream and you wake up in the reference room where you chat a bit with namba and then you end up going for ramen but this is before namba ms2 probably so you aren’t together yet and you lament that he just sees you as a trainee. 

i can’t find a copy of shinonome’s ver online and i spent all my money on intl voltage so sadly i can’t summarise it but i bet it’s equally ridiculous and funny. 

カクテルグラスに愛をのせて a really cute set of substories featuring ishigami, namba and soma which are all about “cocktail language” (as in cocktails having different meanings). i want soma’s one to be translated so badly so i can see dumbass mc being fooled over and over and over again by everyone’s lies and then soma ultimately being SO cute~ 

彼が野生動物だった件 this one is basically about you and your man not being able to touch each other because you need to hide your relationship from tsugaru’s surveillance - but when it’s over, you get devoured by your frustrated boyfriend... 

カレが妬くと大変なことになりまs aka all of those rival jealousy stories. naturally i’m most desperate for soma v shinonome. also, the first of these stories to come out (a while before any of the other ones) was kaga vs tsugaru, so i thought haha they replaced the “す” with “s” for sadist. they kept the titling like this for every single rival pair (namba v kurosawa, ishigami v goto, soma v shinonome) and i was like oh that does undermine it... but then i realised that as tsugaru once said, their entire department is full of sadists and public safety division should be renamed to SM division so~

aside from all of those, i want all the anniversary stories as well with their accompanying CGs and/or manga!! 

ahh... there’s also the 2/365 birthday story (which is where ishigami gifts you the matching watch btw) which is literally just everyone spoiling you and it’s so cute. anyway if i don’t stop this now i will keep going on and on and on but basically every single hlitf substory is AMAZING? i hope they release the untranslated summer ones soon too as summer is coming up!

ETA: I FORGOT TO MENTION I ALSO WANT THIS WHOLE SET: 逆転バレンタイン- 恋人は専属補佐官 which is a valentine special where basically the roles are reversed and you are the instructor and he is your exclusive aide~ 

and i want the entire kare kiss set as well because you know how much i love a jealousy plot ;) 

EDIT 2: I ALSO FORGOT TO MENTION 加賀兵吾の再調教 if only just for this one image 

and this formalwear sprite

and also just the drama of you being locked in a cage barely conscious for days while kaga has to pretend to sell you to a perverted millionaire 

by the way, the heart necklace you’re wearing in the cg is something that kaga gave in one of his main routes iirc and he literally tramples on it in this special... the DRAMA

[themortaltextposts]

TSC characters as types of people on New Year's Eve

Magnus Bane: The Glitter Lover & the Party Thrower & Drank Party People. New Year's Eve has somehow become an excuse for people to wear a full bedazzled outfit, and we all know that Magnus will always use that as an excuse to take glitter to a whole other level, which is quite a lot when talking about him. He's also a legendary party thrower, so you can pretty safely bet that he's going to be the one hosting an epic New Year's Eve party (well, that is at least before their kids came along and/or when they aren't around), drink as much as he wants, and just have fun. For more information about him, also check the last type.

Also a Party Thrower- Matthew Fairchild, and you can be sure the entire TLH gang is going.

Raphael Santiago: Stays At Home. Well, at heart. New Year's Eve is full with too many people, and too many /drunk/ people, for Raphael's taste, so I think that if it were up to him, he'd probably stay at the hotel for the night. However, we all know he'll be dragged along with Lily, Elliot and the rest of the NYC vampires clan and spend the night drinking in the corner of the room, grumbling about the amount of people, the noice, and the stupidity of celebrating it as immortals ("so it was one year and now it's another. WoO hOo. We're vampires, Lily, what do we even care about the passing of time; you and Elliot are just looking for another excuse to party"), rolling his eyes at Magnus's outfit and actions of the night, and being the responsible one to later carry all the wasted vampires back to the hotel while also complaining about it. Nevertheless, he'd do it every year, 'cause, altough he's never admit it out loud, they're his friends and he likes them.

Also a Stays At Home- teen!Alec Lightwood, and Dru and Ty Blackthorn. Teenager!Alec most definitely did not like big gatherings, and had probably preferred to stay at home, however he's the brother of the party lovers Izzy and Jace, so would probably have had a similar situation to Raphael's with Izzy and Jace replacing Lily and Elliot in his case (and no Magnus). Ty and Dru, on the other hand, are the one who would actually pull through and stay at home. Dru would have a quiet night at home, alone or with her family, that she'd probably spent watching horror movies and similar, while Ty would probably be a bit confused about the concept but in general would prefer to stick to his normal night routine. If he does celebrate, Ty would probably also be a Planner and/or Time Reporter- making an organized list of goals for himself for the new year and the ways to achieve them, and actually managing to stick to it throughout the year, and the one always telling the family the time left until the clock strikes 0.

Gwyn & Kieran: Confused About the Concept. Being the leader of the Wild Hunt and a prince (now King) of the Fairies, repectively, both of them are less paying attantion to the passing of time than the rest, and celebrating the new year is a concept probably new to them, one that someone would most likely have to explain.

The Blackthorn & the Lightwood-Banes: The Family. New Year's eve isn't really for kids, but they sure do want to celebrate it, so those are the families that will (probably also) do a New Year's Eve family celebration, for the children to have NYE fun too. One of the adults would probably change the time on the clocks, to make the kids feel like they've stayed past midnight without them going to bed too late.

Lily Chen & Elliot: Drunk Party People & NYE's Hookups & The Noisemakers. If you know literally anything about those two, you know you can safely bet that they'll party on New Year's Eve like the party loving people they are, get absolutely drunk and have at least one or more hookups that night. This duo will always use any excuse it has to party, and you can be damm sure they're going to make the most out of this eve the best way they can and make a lot of noise, much to the annoyance of Raphael.

Also Drunk Party People- Jace Herondale and Isabelle Lightwood. No more hookups for those two, they've got Clary and Simon by their side now to love for the rest of their lives, but you can bet your asses that they're definitely going out with the rest of the TMI gang and are going to have a great time. If they end up hungover the next day, well, that's a problem for another year!Jace & Izzy ;)

All the TSC couples: The Couple. In every New Year's Eve party, there's always That Couple, the madly in love couple who'd spend half the party staring into each other's eyes and waiting for the ball to drop for them to kiss at midnight. And here, those are pretty much all the couples. Did Alec not wait to be able to do something like this for his entire life, and would Magnus not absolutely love every second of kissing his husband for the new year, finally doing it with someone who's actually going to stay for more? Would Aline and Helen miss a chance to kiss their wife? Would Wessa/Jessa (depends on the year), or Emma and Julian, who also waited his entire life for this? Or literally any other TSC couple? Yeah they're going to be That Couple, no question there, and they deserve to be.

Did I miss someone you think belongs here on this list? Comment down below to let me know.

[hoseoksactualass]

Riding Jimin’s face? Imagine his plump lips and his moans 🥺

 are u telling me to imagine something i’ve imagined 123456789987654323456 times anon? bcos yes. let me imagine that. ure a lucky anon bcos i am so in the mood to thirst and write rn so this is prolly gonna be long hehehehe

You thought Hoseok’s apartment’s kickback alcove was where you and Jimin would be fucking by now, but you’re just getting him priding himself over the fact that he’s actually beating someone at a video game. It’s a scoop off the living room wall that can fit five people, but Jimin’s ass sits on the edge like losing his kill streak would spit on his dignity.

You back should be on the wall, save for the throw pillows about to deluge you, but the lazy stretch in your legs is enough to make a point. You’d been losing in purpose to bore him, and it’s not like you wouldn’t lose anyway if you tried, but it only botches the pride of a man who has a history of daring to compete with god tier gamers like Jungkook or Tae. 

“I am demolishing you,” he says. A lack of context would make it sound better. 

“Biology is my excuse,” you huff. Admittedly, losing to Park Jimin still sucked. 

You can skip the 5-second respawn, but you let it count down to 0. “Maybe I am good and have just been playing with Taehyung and Jungkook too much.”

“Now your head’s just getting in your ass,” you scoff. 

“It’s not bad if it feels good,” he chuckles, a cute string of squeaks, but now you’re just ticked off. 

You give the room a good gaze. It’s like those Sims houses where you get everything in bulk when you’re rich enough. It’s genial— from the patterns in the throw pillows to the carpet under the coffee table a few steps to the right from the alcove, and it gets all tied together with white paint. Rich. Something Hoseok bought to sleep in, take pictures of, and flex before he whips himself out into the streets like parallel parking doesn’t make him screech. It’s even once or twice he’d touched this console ever since he bought it, so he’s handed the whole place (and console) to the pair of you for the time being as if that’s what will pacify you as Jung Hoseok leaves to party. Like this apartment is still so new, and he’s still so scared to leave it unmanned. You have the whole place to yourself, and you have no idea why Hoseok picked Jimin when all the pair have been doing their whole lives was complain about each others’ dorm habits. 

“Penny for your thought, babe,” his voice is soft against your ear. You thought now that he’s put two and two together and seen that you’ve zoned out and stopped playing, he’s all over you. You pretend like you don’t snap back into reality.

“Mm— it’s nothing, just bored,” you sit still, eyes still somewhere on the room like you weren’t done gazing. 

“Losing is boring, I know,” he mocks, following with a chuckle too loud and breathy to be close to your ear, so you move your head away with a scowl on your face. “Okay, I’ll stop. What time is it?”

He chases your lips, soft pecks that disrupt your speech and ability to even get up and check the time, because the softness is just too captivating. “Sex-in-the-5th-room-of-this-house time, but we’re late on that thanks to your outdated black ops streak,” you sigh as he lays you down. 

“Ah, that’s what you’ve been thinking about?,” you can feel his smirk on your neck, his sweater paws soft on your hips. 

He makes you sound like a fucking minx, but you know that’s what Jimin likes. “No, i was thinking about arranging furniture with you– Yes, Jimin,” you retort, and he chuckles as he leaves sticky kisses on you. 

“I owe you an apology, then, miss,” he kisses your chest. 

“You owe me more than that,” you try not to grin when you push him down and straddle him, his arms slightly lifted from the elbow almost in defense, but when you take your shirt off, he welcomes you taking charge with a smirk. “Hands where I can see them.”

He slowly lifts them, joins his wrists above his head like he’s done this before. You pull your hair tie off, flip it to one side for the effect, and Jimin bites down on his lip even more when you unbutton his pants. It takes a little shimmy off his waist, because it’s skintight and makes his thighs look glorious, but bare like now is something that can never lose. You pull them off with his boxers. 

“Touch yourself,” you command, eyeing him with a look that told him how pretty he was at this second. 

“I’m so dry—”

“Is that my problem?”

He’s shut up at that, bringing one hand down to his mouth, and you smile at the little spitting sound he makes. He doesn’t break eye contact when he lowers his hand to his cock. The room is silent enough that you hear the slow strokes. “Oh.”

“Now you’re enjoying, hm?,” you swat his hand away so he returns it above his head and replace the strokes with your own. Tight and warm, and it makes his hips cant up.

You’re comfortably sat next to him, cock in hand like you’re doing this all night, and you pump him all the way up and down in taut strokes that has the red of his skin showing from under the neckline of his sweater. 

“You like what you’re getting, babe?,” you titter. He has to swallow before he speaks, throat dry with the breathy moans he’s just let out with his mouth agape. 

“Y-Yes.”

“Don’t wanna beat me with your little controller all day anymore?”

“I don’t—anggh-,” he whimpers, hips bucking when you suddenly pick up your pace. But he keeps his hands above his head like a good boy. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

You lower yourself, bring your lips to his jaw, and he cranes his chin up to let you kiss him there. You hum as you do, trying to keep the quick pace in his cock as he whimpers above you, in dire need to touch you, but he knows better than to step out of your dirty plans for now. With your free hand, you lift his sweater up, drag your hand across the tense skin, feel the pull of his muscles with every jerk. “You’re so hard. Wanna cum?”

“Fuck—please, yes,” he curses. 

“Don’t cum,” you calmly say, and his moan rolls off as a forced growl in frustration. You bring the tip of your free finger to his nipple, playing with the bud until it hardened. He hisses. “Sensitive here, babe?”

“Y-Yeah, keep—keep doing that,” he tries so hard not to buck his hips up. All his nerves are lit with his battle against an orgasm and the magic of your fingers teasing the parts that made him blush. You play with the nipple more. “Hnngh—fuck-”

With a tight squeeze, you slow down, and a strangled moan leaves the wet of Jimin’s lips, but his body relaxes, and he catches his breath. “You’ll have to wait a bit to cum.”

He gulps, lifting his head to see what you’re up to next, face red and sweaty. He watches the way you easily slip out of your boyfriend jeans, and he wishes he could pull those panties off you, but that wasn’t his role today. You kick your underwear off and unclasp your bra. Jimin is full of love and cum, and it shows in the red of the tip of his cock, resting on his abdomen— an invitation for touch you pretend you don’t want to accept just yet. 

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes. Very.”

“I’ll give you the next move.”

He lowers his hands to push himself up on his elbows, ogling you up and down, and he licks his lips. “Let me taste you.”

Now it’s you who bites your lip as you carefully straddle his head. Jimin stays hard with the visual above him, your body curved, tits bare and perked up in the air. He wraps his arm around your thighs firmly, encouraging you to dip down on his lips, and he starts with collected licks— for the sole purpose of tasting you. 

Then when he’s sure he has you dripping to your inner thighs and your eyes already in your head, he indulges. Lips in a small O just snug enough to fit your clit and to suckle on it like punishment. 

“Oh—Oh, Jimin-,” you moan, trying to keep your hips still. He watches you, unaware of any place to put your hands on but your breasts, and he intently watches as you fondle yourself. Prides himself with the fact he’s under you and could still make you a writhing mess. He sucks with eager attention, vigor on his lips, and he feels every twitch of your body that stems from the inside. “Fuck—that’s so good.”

Then he slows his pace to soft, wet kisses that calm you down and tease you at the same time. You’re lost in a haze and can fully admit that’s what Jimin’s mouth does. His cock twitches when you roll your hips to grind your pussy down on him, and he thinks you do it so beautifully. He hums low as he sticks his tongue out, flattens it and moves his head up and down across your clit, slowly building up the speed to see you try so hard to keep still again. 

“R-Right there—shit,” you squeeze yourself, an impulse in your hands you have nowhere to release but on the heat of your body. You compose yourself enough to look down at him, and he makes instant eye contact, pupils dilated and dark in lust. He closes his lips again, sucking. “T-Touch your cock for me.”

His grip around your thigh tightens as he frees one hand to touch himself, gripping his cock like it’s on the verge of falling off, and he touches himself slow or he’ll cum too fast. 

You start rolling your hips, and he sucks wet every time your clit slides over his lips. You’re more careful than the times Jimin would sit back and let you get off on his thigh, but something about the shiver in your breaths makes him pump his cock faster. 

Your speed grows swifter, chasing the sensation of his lips, plump on your cunt, and with every elegant thrust of your hips, Jimin tries to match with the wet drag of his hand on his cock. “Tastes so—mff—fucking good.”

The stimulation makes you clench with each second, and the both of you wish you could feel that around his cock, but in the moment, you found the setting so hot, you wouldn’t bother cumming just like this. You feel that heat somewhere inside you. “Jimin—right there—fuck-”

Jimin moans against your pussy. With a tight fist around his cock. Shameless and set out to letting you gush all over his face, and he feels that same heat in some place he couldn’t pinpoint, but the air condenses on your skins, and he knows he’s gonna cum. 

You’re a mess, hot on the tail of your orgasm. It’s right fucking there, and it repetitively chokes moans out of you as you roll your hips against his lips faster. The motion makes Jimin moan with you, coaxing it out of the both of you, and you’re so ready to erupt; you could feel it— “Hngggh— ImcummingImcumming- god—”

Jimin’s knuckles are white. He lets your taste engulf him, eyes locked on the visual of your breaths and nose perched on the scent of sex, and with determined pumps, he cums in strings he hopes doesn’t spurt on Hoseok’s alcove couch. “Nggh—shit.”

You giggle, lip bit. “Stay right there.”

He’s still panting, right where you left him when you come back with tissue papers you’ll discard outside the apartment lest you want Hoseok to find out. You wipe him up, relieved that he didn’t cum too much to stain any of the pillows, and now the pair of you are soft around the edges with love. 

“You weren’t uncomfortable or anything?”

“No. That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Really?,” you smile, laying careful on him after you had pulled your panties back on. 

“Yeah. I seriously don’t know what the fuck video games are anymore. C’mere.”

He wraps his arms around you, cock and heart soft. 

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 5: Ins And Outs

// Previous Chapters //

Pairing:  Rafael Barba x Original female character

Summary: Montserrat begins her first case with SVU and comes into some doubt.

A Monday morning was just as busy as any other day in SVU. It was a miracle they still had Sundays off. Montserrat had come in at the time Olivia told her the day before. She emerged into the bullpen and saw some familiar faces along the way, but it didn't hit her until she was spotted by the detectives.

"Miss Novak?" Amanda Rollins was the first to notice the familiar ginger coming into the room. At her call, she had the other detectives follow her gaze towards Montserrat.

With all eyes on her, Montserrat meekly smiled at the group and waved her free hand at them. "Morning Detectives."

"Look at you, showing up unannounced," Fin leaned back on his chair, scrutinizing Montserrat for a clue of her sudden presence. "Last time we heard you were having a baby in Barba's courtroom."

"While that would have been awesome-" Montserrat sarcastically began, pointing at Fin as if she were truly sorry it wasn't the case, "-I decided to wait until the trial was over."

"Impressive," Fin gave a nod.

Montserrat continued on with the charade by pretending to accept the compliment. "Thank you."

"We tried to visit you," Sonny said, sounding a lot like Rafael in that he was apologetic for not following through. "But, uh, your cousin didn't want to tell us where you were at."

"Yeah, she said your couple had some weird traditions or something," Nick said, still seeming doubtful of it.

"Yeah, sorry about that. But thank you," Montserrat was touched by their efforts when they hadn't even known each other to be considered friends.

"Was the baby alright?" Amanda asked out of curiosity. No one knew what happened except that Montserrat had indeed given birth to a baby.

"Yes, a health boy who had me in agony for twelve hours," Montserrat pretended to shiver, making the detectives laugh.

"Yeah, that's why I'm not having kids," Amanda shook her head.

"Never say never," Montserrat truly meant that. No one ever knew what might happen to those perfect plans one made for life.

"Montse," Olivia emerged from the hallway, holding a paper in one of her hands. "Glad you're here."

"Sorry, I was on my way in and I got sidetracked," Montserrat nodded over to the detectives.

"They do a lot of distraction," Olivia's comment earned herself mock glares from her team. "You didn't bring coffee for everyone though…" her serious comment made Montserrat stop for a second until she remembered she'd playfully joked during their lunch meeting that she would bring coffee for everyone come Monday.

"Oh, right," Montserrat laughed in embarrassment. "Tomorrow."

"So, have you told them?"

"Uh, no I have not," Montserrat shook her head.

Olivia motioned if she wanted to go ahead and do it but Montserrat allowed Olivia to break the news instead.

"Well, guys, Montserrat is joining the team today," Olivia put a hand on Montserrat's shoulder. "Please show her the ropes, not that she needs a lot of training, but you know…"

"Show the new kid around," Nick got the jist, giving a smirk that indicated Montserrat was in for a spree of new kid jokes.

"Carisi, you're finally off the hook now," Fin confirmed Montserrat's thoughts with that and made her laugh when Sonny cheered with his hands in the air.

"Thank you for coming," Sonny oh-so-seriously told Montserrat.

"Thank you," Montserrat loved the type of dynamic the team seemed to have despite the atrocious crimes they dealt with every day. It didn't always happen.

"So, Detective Novak…?" Fin tested the name out with a bob of his head. "It's going to take some getting used to considering the only Novak we knew chewed our asses for not giving her perfect cases."

"But now we have Barba who has the perfect attitude towards our cases," Amanda said in the same sarcastic tone Fin had used.

"...I miss Casey," Fin quietly said a minute later.

"Okay," Olivia said in a tone that indicated she was switching gears to business. She showed Montserrat to her desk, which turned out to be opposite of Sonny's. "We did just get our latest victim to help us with a sketch of our perp…" but as she turned around the paper in her hands, the entire group agreed it was rather generic.

"That sketch is useless," Fin's blunt remark made Olivia sigh.

"Yes, I know but let's give it a shot, alright? We're gathering backup so start preparing - this is going to be an all day search," she started to turn but stopped midway, her index finger pointed at Montserrat. "And someone fill in our newest recruit please."

"Oh geez, definitely feeling like the new kid," Montserrat nodded to herself, missing the few smiles from the other team.

"Alright new kid," Sonny rose from his chair, stopping for a moment to take in what he said. A great big smile spread across his face. "Hey, it does feel good. I get the appeal now."

Montserrat cleared her throat, raising a finger in the air. "Yes, um, I believe there's a rapist out on the streets so if someone could get over the high school new kid thing that'd be great."

"Alright, c'mon Detective Novak," Fin was the one to get up this time. "These children don't know when to play and when to work," he said as he walked past her.

Montserrat followed him across the room and soon had the rest of the squad coming along with Olivia's sketch. At first glance she could see the case was pretty generic in that they didn't have outstanding evidence to nail one perp, but what they did have allowed for a search with some guidance.

"He has three victims so far but that's not going to last," Fin took the sketch from Nick and pinned it to the board. Montserrat made a face behind him - the sketch really was generic. "All victims have been white women over 40, raped in their doorways. Their attacker's young, black, male. Six-foot, wears a hoodie and a baseball cap."

"Starting to see the problems in the case...among other obvious stuff," Montserrat walked up to the board to see the details up close. "Had a gun…'I know you want it'?" she crinkled her nose and looked at the squad.

"That's more or less the basis of almost every case," Amanda warned her. "Be prepared for a lot of frustration."

"Duly noted," Montserrat nodded, glancing back at the board. Homicide was full of frustration too but she never really had to deal with cases where the suspect swore the victim wanted to be murdered.

Only a short moment later did Montserrat understand why the station had been so busy when she'd come in. Olivia had already started the preparations for the back up and search. The bullpen flooded with officers, tip line takers, and people Montserrat assumed were the higher bosses of SVU. She didn't recognize anyone and frankly, while the squad prepared to head out, she never felt so out of place. It would take time to get used to people, to really get to know them, but today was no day to dwell on her loneliness. There was a rapist who needed to be stopped and she would do everything in her power to help catch him.

~ 0 ~

Morning turned to afternoon and by the time it grew dark, everyone was exhausted. Still, they went all into their search. Stop-and-frisk wasn't the fastest things a cop could do but there was only going to be an end until they found the perp.

"How long this gonna take, man?" went one potential suspect as an officer forcibly turned him around for the search.

"What? You late for the opera?" Fin's response was a calm sarcasm Montserrat assumed was just part of the man's responsibility. She could see why Olivia suggested she should ride with Fin for this particular job. He was the next most experienced detective in the squad so he knew all the tricks and snarks from suspects.

"I already got a cop-and-feel from one of you people this afternoon!"

"Then you should quit complaining and just follow the instructions so you can go home quicker," Montserrat doubted the man would go home if given the chance. The street was filled with people intending no doubt to have fun on this Friday night.

"That's if he's going home," Fin corrected her then moved closer towards the man. "Live around here, honey?"

"Close enough, man!"

"Got any I.D.?"

"I don't have to give you that!"

"Sounds a bit defensive for someone who's got nothing to hide," Montserrat sarcastically mused. She got an agreeing nod from Fin.

"Huh, it's a nicely rolled blunt," said Fin a minute later after retrieving said item. "Party tonight?"

They heard a gunshot from a distance before the suspect couls answer. Both Montserrat and Fin forgot about the suspect and dashed towards the noise. They arrived at the scene to see a woman dressed in a sparkling, gold dress aiming a gun at a person who was already on the ground.

"Drop the gun! Put the gun down now!" Fin took the lead and pointed his gun at the woman.

Montserrat rushed to see who the shot victim was and pulled the hood to see a teenage boy. "I've got a pulse but we're going to need a bus now!"

"He was following me!" the shooter frantically cried, still lowering her gun as Fin instructed her. As far as she knew, she'd done nothing wrong. "He was gonna rape me!"

~ 0 ~

At the hospital, Olivia had both Fin and Montserrat relaying the situation to her because if things were wrong - even if it was the smallest of things - all of them would be in deep trouble.

"Suspect's Mehcad Carter, he's 16, he was shot once in the chest by the vic," Fin explained. "He's still in surgery, his parents are on the way."

"Sixteen?" Olivia repeated, already feeling the gravity of the situation turning against them. "Did he have a gun?"

Because that was exactly what the victim/shooter was claiming.

"No," Montserrat shook her head. "We recovered a cell phone from his pocket…?"

"Okay...and the victim? What about her?"

"Ms. Jolene Castille, the celebrity chef. She told us that she shot him in self-defense."

"Is this kid our serial?"

"Similar M.O. and description. We're waiting on an I.D. From the other vics," Fin said, reminding Olivia where Carisi was at the moment.

"The parents…" Olivia stopped when she spotted two frantic looking adults coming into the emergency room. She sighed. "Go talk to Jolene again and get her formal statement."

~ 0 ~

The victim was a blonde woman who did seem anxious about her encounter with the suspect. As she described the happenings to Fin and Montserrat, the ginger took a special interest in what Jolene was saying. The word choice was off, in Montserrat's opinion.

She kept this to herself and probably would have kept it away if no one had caught onto her the next day. She was sitting at the table in front of the pin board where all the squad's evidence for the case was set out. As Olivia once again had the detectives run her through Jolene's statement, Olivia noticed Montserrat constantly scrunching her face.

"Detective Novak, something you want to say?" Olivia's sudden call startled Montserrat.

She looked up from the table with an unsure expression. "Uum…"

Olivia sensed her hesitation but attributed it to the fact Montserrat was brand new to the team. "It's okay, you can say anything you want."

Montserrat looked at the other detectives and saw their agreeing nods. "Well...I don't want to start off on my first case with the impression that I don't believe the victim, but…"

"You don't believe the victim," Amanda finished for her. She was smiling in a knowing manner. "We've all had that in some cases. Why do you think Jolene is lying?"

"I don't - I mean, I don't know if she's lying," Montserrat took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I mean...when she told Fin and I how she just knew that Mechad wanted to rape her…" she trailed off, making a hand gesture to her side, "Who actually knows when someone wants to rape you? Jolene said he didn't physically attack her. And she's claimed there was a gun that hasn't appeared. Maybe I'm not thinking right…"

"Nah, we get what you mean," Amanda nodded and looked at the others who were also digesting Montserrat's perspective.

"We still have the dates that match with Mechad's outings," Sonny reminded just as a pure fact. "Not to mention two of our three victims already ID him."

"I know," Montserrat planted her elbows on the table then dug her hands into her fiery hair. "Listen to me, picking at a victim's statement."

She felt awful, yes she did. Her first case and she was trying to dismantle a statement she had no evidence that contradicted with Jolene's words. The ping of self doubt started and once that happened, there was a threat of spiraling.

~0~

The next day, Montserrat took herself to the only person who could offer some help.

"I didn't expect you for lunch," Casey Novak smiled at her cousin who'd unsurprisingly dropped by her office without a call. Montserrat's smile was sour as she gave a wide wave of hello with one hand. "Uh oh," Casey put down her pepsi bottle on her desk. "What's wrong?"

Montserrat dropped into the chair across Casey's desk. "Me, my integrity, my empathy, my sympathy-"

Casey raised a hand to stop Montserrat in her long list of what Casey considered dramatics. "Please, my workday ends at five. And this lunch is just comfort food."

Montserrat gazed down at the Chinese food sitting on the edge of the desk. "Case not going so well either?"

"Oh, he's an interesting one but…" Casey tilted her head, a ghost of a smirk playing at her lips, "...I don't think you came to the DAs office just to see how one of my cases is going."

Montserrat made a noise a child would when something wasn't going their way. "I think I'm screwing up on this case."

"Already? It's only been two days," Casey went for another bite of noodles. "What could you possibly get wrong in the span of two days?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Montse, what's wrong?" Casey asked again, this time putting down her food to listen.

With a sigh, Montserrat straightened in her chair and began to divulge the contents of the case. "And I don't want to be known as the SVU detective who doesn't believe a rape victim but...the words this woman chose don't sit well with me."

"So you have doubt, big deal," Casey gave a light shrug. "Working at SVU can do that. Every case is different and, yes, sometimes you do get victims who lie and turn out not to be victims at all."

"She shot a sixteen year old boy, Casey."

"Oh, believe me, I know," Casey said with an exceptional emphasis on her knowledge. "Rafael is already getting the push from the DA to get this case moving. I would not want to be in his shoes." Montserrat's flat face reminded Casey of the problem she was having. The ADA made an apologetic face. "Sorry."

"I mean, she claimed he had a gun but as it turns out it was just a cell phone. And said cellphone had nothing but a typical teenage boy's interests."

"So there's nothing to put him at the scenes of each rape?"

"GPS puts him in the West 80s every night that rapist hit…"

"Anything else?"

"Two out of three victims ID him."

Casey made the same face anyone sane would. "This sounds like it could be a case…"

"But it could also circumstantial," Montserrat quickly said but immediately regretted it. Another noise slipped through lips before she threw her head back in annoyance. "There I go again! There's no stopping me!"

Casey rolled her eyes while her cousin practically had a melt down. She took some seconds for herself to finish her lunch; noodles and chicken and finally a long swig of her pepsi. Montserrat kept rambling on about how she was a terrible SVU detective and should just go home. She didn't even notice when Casey had cleared her desk off and gathered her belongings. It wasn't until Casey tapped her on the shoulder did Montserrat realize her cousin had moved.

Casey stood behind Montserrat's chair, hands clasping her briefcase. "If you're done being dramatic, I have a plea deal to make."

"You know, I was under the impression that family was supposed to help each other out," Montserrat glumly stood up.

"I am," Casey's laughter didn't exactly make Montserrat believe her. "But you're being completely paranoid. It's your first case. You can't know the ins and outs of SVU in one day so you're bound to have doubts about everything. We all have different ways we start." She led Montserrat out of the office, past her assistant, and into the corridors.

"So how did you first start?" Montserrat knew of Casey's extensive history with SVU, including how she was disbarred for the mishandling of evidence, but she never really learned of Casey's first case with SVU. Casey had been young and originally wanted to be an ADA for Homicide.

Casey stopped with a momentary reluctance. "I went in too intensive. I put a victim who was just a kid to ID a suspect when the squad repeatedly warned me she wasn't ready. I actually ended up saving another kid who was stuffed inside a cooler and I...I ended up asking for a transfer that same night. It was too much for me."

Montserrat was surprised to hear the stress got to Casey in so little time. Naturally, Casey took things head on. Nothing shook her. "But obviously you didn't get the transfer then, so...what did you do to...get over it?"

"Well, first, Liv talked to me. She made me understand that someone needed to do the job and it should be someone who cared. I cared," Casey nodded, a ghost of a smile on her face. "My first case was, as I have pointed out, a rocky one. We all have them. Olivia herself had her first rape case get a little too close to her. Hell, you want to know how your current ADA first started here? With a belt. Around his neck."

Montserrat gaped while Casey took off on her own. "What!? Wait a minute - Casey!" she chased after her cousin with the intention of getting the full story about that one.

~0~

"Willie Smith, level three sex offender," Amanda pinned the mugshot of the indicated man onto the pin board. "Just paroled in Michigan."

"How did we miss this guy?" Montserrat was looking into the computer Amanda left on the table. "He's been sleeping at a shelter for the last two weeks and it's within ten blocks of each rape. Not to mention the fact each rape fits his old M.O."

"Sometimes they slip through a crack there shouldn't be," Sonny said the only thing he could. Fact was, they probably shouldn't have missed such a big detail but sometimes it just happened.

"There really shouldn't have been," Rafael agreed in that tone indicating he was more than irritated with the squad and the case in general. Olivia was beside him, wearing a face that said she'd already heard his lecture on the way.

Now it was their turn.

"In our defence, we were focusing on Mechad since he is still in critical condition at the hospital," Nick's sour tone didn't help anyone. "With Jolene's statement we put aside other cases for the moment."

"How'd that work out?" Rafael felt Olivia's hand on his shoulder, meaning for him to take it slow. However, she wasn't the one already getting word from picky, anxious bosses. He gazed over the evidence the squad had set out but momentarily diverted to the ginger smiling just a bit out of the ordinary for the situation. "Detective Novak, you're here…"

Montserrat briefly looked up from the computer, that odd smile still playing at her lips. "Yes, trying to work on this case…" she dove her gaze back on the screen and it seemed like she was struggling not to continue smiling.

"Something the matter, detective?"

Montserrat once again looked up to meet his inquisitive stare, along with the others, and felt an urge to laugh. She quickly shook her head and cleared her throat, hoping to force her laugher down her throat. "You mean besides the fact we're possibly looking at a woman who shot an innocent kid, no nothing."

"Uuh...should we bring back the victims to ID Willie…?" Fin made the question after pulling his gaze from the ginger. Newbies. Always so damn weird.

Rafael also switched back to business. "And if they do, then they'll have I.D.'D two different suspects. That just about defines reasonable doubt."

Fin raised an eyebrow. "So you don't want us to bring them in?"

It was clear at the moment even Rafael wasn't sure of the next right move. "I don't know…." He was taking a moment to think when Olivia reminded him of one important detail.

"There's the one vic who did not I.D. Mehcad. We could bring her in…"

"What? And just throw out the other two cases?" Amanda's finger pointed back to the pictures of the two victims.

"Do we have anything else to tie him to them other than M.O. And cross-race I.D.S?" even as Rafael dug for more details he could see the case wasn't going to get better even if it turned out there were more details they suddenly gathered.

"Willie said that he recycles cooking oil," Fin recalled and figured it was the best way to start again. "We'll get CSU to check their clothing and his for lard, oil residue."

"And if we do get a match...Jolene may have shot an innocent kid," Olivia pulled her glasses off to rub her tired eyes. She didn't even want to think about that roadway... but as usual, Rafael was already one step ahead.

"Question is, did she know that?"

That was the winning question, wasn't it?

~0~

"Kara, what the - what are you doing!?" Montserrat had opened the door to her apartment only to be met with burning smoke. She coughed and waved a hand in front of her face to clear the air.

The roommate question was dumping burnt bits of food from a pan into the trash. "Sorry! Sorry! I wanted to make a cool dessert!"

Montserrat spotted part of dinner neatly placed on the table. "So what happened?" She walked over to the windows in the kitchen to open them up.

"I found something tasty looking on YouTube," Kara pushed her dark brown hair behind her shoulders then proceeded to scrub the pan at the sink.

"Kara, I say this with love, please stay off the internet," Montserrat took a seat at the table and decided to pick at the dinner Kara made.

"The salon was empty and I got bored," Kara switched off the sink after putting the pan on the drier. She grabbed a towel to dry her hands then headed over for the table. "I thought I'd surprise you with something good after whatever you go do in that God awful job."

Montserrat was in the middle of chewing on a grape when Kara said that. "Gee, thanks." A minute later her cell phone pinged. She took a spoon of mashed potatoes, then fished her phone out of her back pocket.

Kara was pouring herself some soda when she noticed Montserrat's sudden pause mid-chew. "What?"

"... Mehcad died," Montserrat put her phone on the table. She brought a hand to her mouth to think about where their case was now headed.

"That's exactly what I mean," Kara shook her head. "I know you said you worked homicide but SVU takes a terrible twist with murders. I didn't even know that was possible."

Montserrat didn't pay much attention to her friend's words. Kara meant well and she knew it was just concern for her recent behavior. Montserrat was still working on being confident and a lot of other things Kara had no idea about, as well as anyone else besides Montserrat's shrink.

"Fin and Olivia are gonna go talk to the woman-"

"-you mean the shooter," Kara took a sip of her orange juice. "Because we both know that's what you think she is.'

"I am trying to see both sides but...now we're really going to see," Montserrat took her fork and went around the plate picking at the chicken. "I have a feeling this case is going to become a really heated one."

"I don't need to be a cop to know that," Kara snorted. "So if this does go to trial, can anyone go?"

Montserrat issued another look, this one signaling Kara's strange question. "Why?" Kara's widened smile was enough to make Montserrat conclude there and then it was a personal agenda that Kara had.

"I am not gonna miss any chance to see that ADA in court, up close," Kara made a hand gesture, matched with a face of 'duh'.

Montserrat silently put her fork down and stared at her roommate for a minute while Kara rambled on about Rafael. She actually described him in great detail, down to what he'd been wearing the night they saw him at the restaurant. "Amazing," Montserrat finally said after Kara took a pause (only to drink more soda). "You literally can never remember anything after getting hammered so why is this an exception?"

Kara swayed her head then dramatically stopped on a tilt, expression flat in seriousness. "I know you're like swimming in a pool of self doubt but that does not include blindness." Montserrat shook her head, but her laughter made Kara smirk. "You know I'm right. I've always got a good eye for good looking men."

"You're out of line, Kara Mackie" Montserrat pointed her fork at Kara. "And for the love of God don't you step near any courthouse. Ever."

Kara smirked widely and continued to eat. "You're lucky, Montse."

"And why is that?" Montserrat reached for her phone on the table again. She was probably going to be getting more updates on the case's situation. At the very least they would be taking a much closer look at Jolene's shot.

"Because you got to spend afternoons with him - wow!"

Montserrat raised an eyebrow of hers and slowly put her phone down on the table. "Kara, I was deadass nine months pregnant. If there was ever a time to look awful and unattractive in my life it was during that period. I couldn't even sit down on my own! Nor get up!"

"Hey, if anyone wants something to happen, it will."

Montserrat rolled her eyes, about to reject the idea when an image of her first prep session with Rafael popped into her head. She'd almost tripped and would've had a nasty fall if Rafael hadn't caught her so swiftly. It made her face feel warm when she remembered the close up of his eyes. He really did have nice eyes...and his arms - he was strong.

"Montse…?"

"What?" Montserrat flinched when her roommate spoke her name. She felt her face get even more warm realizing she'd actually drifted off thinking about something that was supposed to be no big deal.

Kara watched with a growing smirk on her face. "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing!" Montserrat made a dash to finish her dinner, practically stuffing her face.

"Oh, sure," Kara bobbed her head, mimicking Montserrat. "Your face is almost as red as your hair. Admit it, you considered him."

"Shut up and eat your dinner, it's actually really good."

Kara laughed loudly.

~0~

Despite the protests on the streets against Jolene's act that made it impossible for a clean entrance into both the SVU station and the DAs office, Montserrat and Sonny pushed their way into the latter. It also didn't deter Sonny from making his best case on why it would be beneficial for him to shadow an ADA. Apparently, he was getting ready to take his bar exam. Interestingly though, Montserrat bore witness to the case being made towards her cousin, Casey.

The Homicide ADA had the two detectives trailing after her - well, Sonny was right behind her and Montserrat purposely lagged behind him. Sonny never realized when Montserrat left for their own ADAs office. He was just glad that Casey wouldn't mind his shadow if it was alright with Olivia.

Montserrat made a light knock against Rafael's office door just as he was finishing up a 'conversation' over the phone. It didn't sound like a regular conversation.

"Yes, sir. I do know what a long, hot summer is," he was also facing the window that probably overlooked the decent sized protest crowd outside. "Understood…"

"That did not sound like a good conversation," Montserrat remarked once he'd ended his call. "In fact that sounds more like somebody's in trouble and it's not Jolene."

"I guess it's an election year," the strained smile on Rafael's face was full of incrementing stress the case was putting on him combined with the DA. "No comment."

"Right," Montserrat knew he had a lot of comments but was holding himself to a professional level. She didn't blame him. Casey often times described just how the DA was on the inside...and Casey would know given her suspension period.

"Weren't there supposed to be two of you?" Rafael's finger pointed to the empty spot beside Montserrat.

"I'm not that new - I could have come alone," Montserrat made a face feigning offence. Of course it didn't help that Sonny came rushing in a couple seconds later. Rafael smirked at Montserrat, not needing to say what he was thinking. "I could have," the woman insisted with a frown on her face.

"Could have what?" Sonny cluelessly looked down at her.

"Nothing!"

"So...Willie Taylor. He's good for all the West Side rapes?" the ADA inquired from the two. It would solidify what needed to come next.

"Palm oil, olive oil, peanut oil, and lard on Willie and the vics. Mehcad was just a kid in a hoodie," Sonny was sorry to say for the dead kid. "Wrong place, wrong time…"

"And he was wearing the wrong skin," Montserrat's input made the two men stop and stare. "What? Everyone is thinking it and they're too afraid to say it out loud. I went with Finn and Olivia to Jolene's restaurant and I saw how she recoiled her hands when Fin reached just to motion them into a different room to talk in."

"Okay, devil's advocate, what was he doing in that neighborhood?" Rafael asked.

"His friends told us that he lost his metrocard. He was walking home," Sonny replied. He shared Montserrat's sentiment but even he knew the situation was too conflicting for one clean perspective.

"Okay, then why did he follow her to the gate?"

"His parents said he liked watching the cooking channel. Maybe he recognized Jolene, wanted an autograph."

"And Jolene, she's still sticking to her story?"

Montserrat made her input known with a scoff. "Try embellishing. Now she's claiming that Mehcad told her, 'you know you want it' as if we didn't know she just pulled that coincidentally a day after it was leaked to the press."

"How'd she react to the M.E. Report?"

"She doubled down. Even though not one neighbor heard her scream."

"Her story's a house of cards. But she's just still hiding behind self-defense," Rafael wished it could be easier but it hardly was in this division.

"Look," Montserrat began again, this time more calm and serious, "I've seen my fair share of hate crimes in Homicide. I'm not being dramatic, I'm not blaming a victim just because...this just feels racially motivated."

Being more professional made Rafael take her more serious. She reverted back to the detective Casey talked eons about. "If it is, she'll have a history. Find it. This isn't going away."

"We'll get on it," Sonny dutifully nodded and motioned Montserrat to follow him out.

"Detective Novak?" Rafael stopped the ginger woman just as she was about to cross the doorway.

She turned back but gave Sonny a nod to wait for her out in the hallway. "Did I say something wrong back there?" was her immediate guess on why she was being held back. "I have a problem, I know-"

An unusual smile came to Rafael's face as he responded with some familiar words. "You have problems alright: your integrity, your empathy, your sympathy…"

Montserrat's eyes widened in horror as she recognized her previous lists of concerns she'd given Casey. "I'm gonna kill Casey Novak."

"This is literally the worst place to say that," Rafael laughed at her.

Montserrat was nowhere near amused. She came back - stalked over - and planted her hands on his desk, leaning forwards. "How did you know that?"

Rafael sobered agonizingly slow - in Montserrat's opinion - but retained a smirk Montserrat figured was just part of his natural self. "Your cousin loves to pop in whenever the DA is breathing down my neck." Seeing her face getting redder from anger, he decided to throw in something that could possibly save Casey from actually being attacked. "She was just worried about you and she stopped by to see how the case was going. She's mentioned you had doubts about your competency here-"

Montserrat suddenly slammed her hands on the desk, effectively cutting him off. "She had no right to do that! If I come to someone to talk - to vent - that's automatically private!" she shrugged when she reached her conclusion and withdrew her hands from the desk. "I'm gonna kill her! The DA is gonna have to find a new Homicide ADA because I'm about to kill the one they have now!"

Rafael had kept quiet throughout her long ramble, unbeknownst to her he was in his examination mode and he'd come up with a good solution. Of course, he knew what he was going to get into when he opened his mouth again but he couldn't listen to Montserrat's ridiculous cries of self doubt. "I did not take you to be a woman with such low confidence in herself."

Montserrat blinked in response. Her head gave a light tilt while she decided whether or not she'd heard right. His straight face was answer enough. "I do not have low confidence in myself," she responded a minute later, much more calm than before.

Rafael made his doubt known with a bob of his head. "The woman I met two months ago was a...what was it?" he pretended to think about it for a second before he nodded and answered himself. "Oh, right, a 'badass in general'. Wonder what happened to her…"

Montserrat released a breath borderlining an offended laugh. "Well excuse me but I literally withheld labor in a courtroom, in a trial. So yeah, I had my moment. That was different. That was two months ago. This is me now, in a completely different setting. This is my first case as a detective in SVU so excuse me for having some doubt in my choices. I want it to go perfect."

"You're in SVU, nothing will ever be perfect," Rafael would've guessed Olivia to be the one to tell this to Montserrat before anything else. Apparently, it was going to be up to him to tell her the truth. "I've only been here a year and it took me only the first case I took on from them to figure out the structure of the division. You shouldn't - why the hell are you smiling?" he couldn't figure out when Montserrat had suddenly garnered a wide smile that seemed to be on the verge of laughing.

He wouldn't figure out that she was thinking about what Casey said in regards to first time cases, specifically his first case with SVU.

Don't you dare laugh, Montserrat. Montserrat pursed her lips together, pressed them hard, to swallow down that threatening laugh in her throat. "You're right," she said in a strained tone. "Everything you said is right - I gotta go."

"What was so funny-"

"-nothing!" Montserrat answered before he could even finish the question. The fact was she was staring at the desk with trembling lips. Don't laugh, she warned herself. "I have to go, Sonny's waiting. But thanks for the real life talk. Oh but I'm still killing Casey." She turned on her heels and walked straight out of the office, withholding her laugh until she was in the hallway.

Meanwhile, Rafael was left with the impression that Montserrat was an even stranger Novak to deal with.

Sonny, on the other hand, had to deal with a partner who had such an endless laughter. "I didn't think anything was funny right now," he admitted in hopes of being let in on the joke.

Montserrat took in a deep breath and hoped to God she was done. It was ridiculous, honestly, to even be doing this and she was sure if Rafael found out he would probably kill her. "Sonny, it's nothing, trust me. Rafael just said a really funny joke."

Sonny snorted. "Now I know you're lying. Barba never jokes."

"Why do you people call each other by your last names? Kinda weird," Montserrat said in a swift move to change topics.

"I don't know, just the way things are I guess," Sonny shrugged.

"I mean, I'll call you by your last name sometimes but I'm not going to do that all the time," Montserrat continued on.

"Alright, but even if I did call you by your name, it's a mouthful!"

Montserrat pretended to gasp in offence. "My name is pretty and it deserves to be said in whole. But if you're that weary of it, Montse is fine too."

Sonny smiled and tested the name out. "Montse? See, easier to say. That's why I use Sonny instead."

"What's your real name?" Montserrat wondered just as they'd come out of the DAs building. "I know you and Fin use nicknames, so...what is it? What's the big, ugly name your mother gave you?"

"My name's Dominick and it's a fine name," went the man in defensive mode. Montserrat laughed at him but agreed it was a good name.

"Alright then, Dominick, you wanna tell me why you asked my cousin if you could shadow her instead of your actual ADA?" Montserrat started down the steps for the sidewalk. "I mean, I figure you ought to know Rafael better than you do Casey."

"I do, but I asked Casey as a backup. I'll ask Barba after the Jolene case is done."

"That still doesn't make much sense," Montserrat stopped by the sidewalk for a moment. "Why would you ask Casey as a back up? Is Rafael that stickler who'd say no?"

"I don't think so…" Sonny shifted on his feet, something about him suddenly nervous.

"Sonny…?"

"...he scares me sometimes," the man promptly answered and started heading for their car.

Montserrat honestly would need a minute to laugh before she could follow to the car.

[fratboyvivimatthews]

the devils winning the cup (whew never thought i’d say that) and daddy hughes putting your baby in the cup and it’s just a chunk o muffin in the cup and it’s so fucking cute

fun fact: as a baby i got to sit in the Stanley Cup:0

“do you think he even knows what going on?” brady asked looking up from the ice to the one month old baby in your arms. you shot an amused smile to the boy you’ve known forever before he’s cheek went red, “don’t answer that question, i know the answer.” 

you laughed slightly before looking back to the ice watching right in time for jack to shoot the puck down to the empty net. loud cheers filled the arena, that goal being the final blow to the flames with only three seconds left on the clock. a proud smile formed on your face as you watched your boyfriend look up the suitehe knew you were in with his family, along with the tkachuck’s. jack’s hand raised and pointed right at you causing your cheeks to flush red. 

and just like that he lined up for the final face of his third year in the nhl, and already coming away with a Stanley cup. when the announcer called the final goal, and jack’s name the rock went crazy, it felt like just yesterday you were hearing his name called in it for the first time. and now you were sitting in a suite for game six of the Stanley cup final listening to it again. “look mom, you’re not the only one crying!” luke called pulling you out of your thoughts. you looked to your left seeing the whole hughes family staring at you. 

“hormones,” you smiled eyes quickly glancing down to your son smiling widely. ellen stood up from her seat before walking up behind your own wrapping her arms around your shoulders as the devils celebrated on the ice before lining up for the final handshakes. “i just didn’t think it would happen this fast you,” you confessed keeping your voice quiet so none of the boys heard you get sentimental. she hummed in your hear squeezing your upper body tight, both of you looking down to grayson. 

“i know sweetheart, you guys are twenty-one and have a family!” she exclaimed. “and now a Stanley cup champion, it’s very exciting.” you nodded watching as jack hugged matthew before moving on to the next person in line. you turned your head to look at the women was basically your second mother considering how long you’ve been with jack. “i’m sure this isn’t what you thought was going to happen, huh?” 

you shook your head laughing, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears. “not exactly,” you answered shifting in your seat, fixing how grayson was resting in your arms. “but i wouldn’t changed anything about it, sure it was hard having gray right in the middle of the play-offs, but we made it work.” 

the two of you fell silent as the conn smythe winner was getting ready to be announced, and that meant just brought more tears to your eyes. you watched as jack skated over to the trophy, quickly glancing up at you again before smiling for a picture. it was only fitting he won, in the first round against the rangers he had three goals, and two assists, from there he just thrived. 

“gray look,” you cooed, his blue eyes staring up at you, “that’s daddy.” you pointed up the big screen where jack’s smiling face was, gray looking up at it smiling. “see brady, he does know what’s going on,” you commented looking over the younger tkachuck who’s cheeks flushed again. 

“y/n/n, can i take him?” quinn asked right as his mother was going to speak again. his eyes moving to grayson, “i’ll give him back when we go down to the ice, but I-” you cut quinn off by handing your son over to him with a smile. 

“i needed a break anyways, i wanna party,” you cheered throwing your arms around luke’s shoulders. “i’m dating a Stanley cup champion, and the conn smythe winner, you can have baby-sitting duty tonight quinn. grayson’s all yours after we get pictures on the ice.” quinn’s mouth fell open as he protested, complaining about how it should be luke. “hey quit complaining and look to the ice, your brother’s about to get the cup.” 

it wasn’t long after that the hughes family and you made it down to the ice, brady disappearing else where. grayson was still in quinn’s arms as you guys stepped out on to the ice, seeing as you were running ahead of everyone to congratulate jack. and as soon as you saw him there was no way anyone could stop you from running to him. “Jack!” you smiled causing him to look away from p.k, to see you booking it right to him. 

his arms opened wide for you as a million dollar smile, one that was just for you (and now grayson) worked it’s way on to his face. “oh my go y/n,” he sighed as you dove into his chest, not even phased by how horrible he smelt. his arms wrapped around you tightly lightly rocking you back and forth. “wait, where’s gray, and the rest of my family?” jack asked confused. 

“i uh, kinda ditched them,” you mumbled cheeks heating up. “quinn has gray, but i couldn’t wait to kiss my Stanley cup champ.” 

“you still haven’t kissed me yet,” he teased as your hands spun his new hat so it was on backwards. standing on your tip toes you placed your lips against his, feeling as you both smiled against one another. “god i love you so fucking much y/n/n,” he breathed once you pulled away. his lips pressing against your forehead. 

“i love you so fucking much too j,” you replied running your hands down his arms. he pulled away from you quickly, leaving you confused. you looked over at lindsey and p.k., before they pointed to behind you. turning on your heels you watched as jack cradled grayson against his body. you walked over to your boys smiling, arms wrapping around jack’s torso. “he hasn’t stopped smiling since you scored the second time tonight,” you commented. 

jack pressed one more kiss to grayson’s forehead before handing him back to you so he could hug his family member’s starting with ellen. you stood next to luke watching as jack started talking with teammates, some of their wives and girlfriends coming up to look at grayson seeing as everyone was in love with him. ten minutes later jack was skating back over to you guys only this time with the cup in his hands. “y/n/n put gray in it,” jack stated setting the cup on the ice kneeling down next to it. 

you bit your lip worried about your baby’s safety, of course you’ve seen countless people put their children in it, but it doesn’t stop you from worrying. “babe, it’ll be okay. we’re gonna be holding him the entire time.” sighing you caved, handing off your bag and phone to ellen before kneeling down next to the cup. 

“j, i just don’t want him to fall or something,” you said voicing your conern as you held him up over it. “like how you almost dr-” 

“we don’t need to bring that up,” jack said with wide eyes not wanting his mom to know how he tripped on his own feet and almost dropped your son, who wasn’t even two weeks old yet at the time. sighing you place grayson all the way in, a giggle leaving his mouth. jack’s hands also helped keep your son sit up as you both looked at his smile. 

“i know my grandson is cute, but it would be nice if you looked at the camera,” ellen teased, “i want this to hang up in the living room.” you smiled wider before looking away from you son up to the camera. after a couple more pictures with the two of you kissing his cheeks you grabbed grayson, and jack grabbed the cup so you could get family pictures. 

soon jack was being called for, more interviews seeing as he was the star of the night scoring both of the devils goals, and being the conn smyth winner. “can i have gray?” he asked you before he left to speak to Kathryn tappen from nbcsn. 

you eyebrows raised as you slowly handed him over, “why do you want gray, you’re about to go do another interview j.” he smiled at you, holding grayson against the devils crest. “oh, i get it now, you wanna show off your baby.” 

“what can you blame me?” he asked smiling down at his son. “he looks just like his mamma, and i show her off all the time,” your cheeks heated up as he looked at you with a knowing smile, trying to score points for after the celebrations, “i think it’s time i show him off more. the girls love him.” you hummed with a playful eye roll. 

“just go superstar, you’re keeping them waiting.” you pressed a kiss against it his cheek, then grayson’s. 

“i can keep them waiting all night,” he smirked. “i busy talking to my fiancé.” your heart stopped as he said it, “i know it’s not the proposal you thought you’d have y/n, i don’t even have a ring, but we both knew it was going to happen sometime soon, and why not right now?” 

you smiled before kissing him, careful to not hit grayson. “it’s perfect jack, and of course i will. but you need to go do your interview. now go,” you said laughing finally getting jack to skate away to Kathryn who’s been waiting this whole time. 

“sorry about the wait,” you heard him say as you leaned against ellen, “but i just won the Stanley cup, and this guys mom.” you heart swelled at his words as he glanced back over to you. “hi y/n, we love you.”

[flowerfan2]

Bound To Be Together - Ch. 25

This is it - the final chapter in my episode coda series, and the fix-it to 9.25.  Hope you all enjoy it!

McDanno, E, A03 (Read from the beginning here)

A continuous story of Season 9 codas exploring the bond between Steve and Danny as they grow even closer.

Chapter 25: 9.25

Danny paces back and forth in the waiting room, feeling like he can barely catch his breath.  Steve had been whisked away to surgery hours ago, and Danny still hasn’t been able to talk to him.  He still doesn’t know for sure if he’ll ever be able to talk to him again.  When Steve was shot he went down so hard, and there was so much blood… Danny doesn’t want there to be a limit to how many times Steve can defy death, but even cats only have nine lives.

“Coffee?”  Tani appears in front of him, holding a steaming paper cup.  She and Junior showed up at the hospital just a little while ago, both of them looking almost as wrecked as he feels.  

Danny isn’t interested in coffee, though.  Doesn’t think he could hold the cup without spilling it.  Caffeine isn’t going to help Danny now.  Nothing is, except Steve waking up and giving him a chance to explain himself.

Danny Williams has fucked up many times in his life.  He is sadly familiar with the cold sweats, the wave of shame, the urge to hide under a rock and never come out.  But this time he’s outdone himself.   

 “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

 Danny blinks, realizing that he’s sitting on the floor, Tani crouching down next to him.  She puts a hand on his shoulder, barely flinching at the blood stains on his shirt.  Steve’s blood.

 “I don’t think it is,” Danny chokes out, hardly able to bear the kind look in Tani’s eyes.  He sinks his forehead to his knees and covers his head with his arms.  

 “Come on, you said it yourself.”  Tani gives his shoulder a squeeze.  “This is what they do.  And they always make it out the other side.”

 “You don’t understand.”

 “So fill me in.  We’ve got time.”  Tani shifts, settling herself next to Danny on the floor.  “Take a few deep breaths, okay, and then tell me what happened.”

 Danny breathes into the space between his knees, feeling his heart continue to pound a broken rhythm against his chest.  It reminds him of how he felt when that building collapsed on top of him, years ago. Except that time Steve was with him, holding his hand.  Making sure he made it out the other side.  

 Now he’s in a crowded hospital waiting room, surrounded by all of Five-0 except the person that matters most to him.  

 “You don’t wanna hear this.”

 “Try me.”

 Danny sighs.  He pretty much feels like he’s going to fall apart anyway, telling Tani can’t possibly make it worse.  “Just before Omar Hassan’s wife came in, I told Steve I lied to him about last week.  Told him I wasn’t in New Jersey, that I was with Rachel on Kauai instead.”

 Danny hears Tani suck in a breath, but before she can launch into him, Lou responds incredulously.

 “That’s bullshit.  I know you were in Jersey.  You’ve been talking nonstop about that Mets game you went to with your sister.  Even posted dumb pictures on Facebook.”

 “I know,” Danny says.

 “Wait, I’m confused,” Jerry says, pulling a chair over with a squeak.  “Were you in Jersey or not?”

 “I was, of course I was,” Danny says.  “Helping my folks move into a smaller place, just like I said.  I was just screwing with Steve, like I always do.  He does the same – hell, in the car earlier, he was giving me shit about that NSA woman he flirted with a few months ago.  And he’s always bringing up Catherine.  It’s what we do.”

 “You told him you spent a week on Kauai with Rachel, but you were just screwing with him?”  Lou asks, still obviously not convinced that Danny hasn’t lost his mind.

 “Not my best moment,” Danny confirms.  “But we weren’t done talking – we were in the middle of the conversation.   I could barely keep a straight face as it was, the joke would have been over in another ten seconds.  Azra Hassan interrupted me – if she hadn’t come in, this never would have happened.”

 He lifts his head and looks up at his team, who stare back at him with various degrees of disapproval.

 “Man, you really stepped in it this time,” Lou finally says, and Danny nods.

 “Yeah, I did.”

 Another hour goes by. Adam convinces Danny to get up off the floor, and they walk down the hall to the vending machine together. There’s something different about Adam lately, something hopeful, and Danny’s glad for him.

 Back in the waiting room, Tani pats a plastic chair next to her and he sits down between her and Lou. He offers Tani some of the candy bar Adam bought him.

 “Thanks,” Tani says, holding his hand steady while she takes a bite.  “You know,” she says, wiping a crumb off her mouth, “you really are kind of a dumbass.”

 Danny huffs out a bitter laugh.  “I’ve been told that before.”

 “Steve’s gonna be fine,” she says.  “And you guys are gonna be fine.  What you’ve got together is too good for this to throw it off course.”

 Danny stares at her then, and something must show in his face, because Tani gives him a soft smile he’s never seen before.  

 “Fuck,” Danny says.  “Did… did I just out us… Steve… to the entire team?”

 “We knew, Danny,” Tani says gently.  “We’ve known for a long time.”

 “Definitely,” Lou says. “That day taking prom pictures? Come on.”

 “My housewarming party,” Adam says, “that’s when I knew for sure.”

 Junior shakes his head. “I think it was even earlier.  Steve stays over your house all the time, it’s not exactly a secret.”

 “I knew something was up last fall.” Tani says.  “When Danny was away, and Steve brought in that giant box of coco puffs from Liliha’s, ‘cause he didn’t realize Danny was gone, and then he was so upset when he found out he moped like a middle school kid all week.”  

 “No, that was before Joe White was killed, wasn’t it?  Didn’t seem like you were together then,” Adam says.

 “Oh, yeah, it did,” Junior insists.  “You weren’t there when Danny showed up, but I was.  You should have seen the way-”

 “Okay, that’s enough,” Danny says, standing up, his face hot with embarrassment.  His team’s casual recital of everything he and Steve have been through for the past year isn’t making him feel any better, it’s just pointing out how much he has to lose.

 “Excuse me, Five-0?” It’s a little ridiculous how well all the hospital staff know them.  “I have an update on Commander McGarrett?”  

 They all turn, and Danny holds his breath as he waits for the doctor to continue.

 “How is he, doc?”  Lou asks.

 “He’s going to be fine,” the doctor says, and Danny feels a surge of relief so strong it almost knocks him over.  “He lost a lot of blood, and we were worried that he hit his head pretty hard on the way down, but the bullet missed all major organs.”

 “Can I see him?” Danny pushes forward, but the doctor steps back and holds out a hand.  

 “We’re moving him to a room, and then one of you can come in.”

 Danny nods, but the doctor continues, looking at Danny apologetically.  “He asked to see Captain Grover.  I’m sorry, Lieutenant.”

 “That’s okay, Danny can go-”

 “I’m afraid that’s not what I meant,” the doctor says.  He waits for Lou to acknowledge this.  “Someone will be back to let you know when he’s ready.”

 Danny sags against the wall. “He doesn’t want to see me.  He’s barely out of surgery, and the first thing he remembers is that I lied to him.”

 “But you didn’t,” Tani insists.

 “He thinks I did.  He almost died, and he thinks I betrayed him.”

 *****

Lou only spends a few minutes with Steve before the nurse kicks him out.  He fills the team in on Steve’s medical situation (he’s going to be stuck in the hospital for at least a few days, but he’ll make a full recovery) and tells them all to go home.  

 Lou stays behind, clearly anticipating that Danny wants to know more than he’s told the rest of the team.

 “What did he say?  Why can’t I see him?”

 Lou leans against the back of a chair, looking uncomfortable.  “I told him you were here, and that you were worried.  But I didn’t plead your case for you.  You’re going to have to do that yourself.”

 “What the hell?” Danny snaps, anger getting the best of him.  “You didn’t tell him anything?  That I wasn’t with Rachel?”

 “Actually, I tried. Against my better judgment.  But he wouldn’t listen, just waved his hand in my face and said he wanted to sleep.  And then the nurse kicked me out.”

 “This is not fair,” Danny says, looking around for someone else to complain to.  “Why – why won’t he listen?  Why won’t he let me talk to him?”

 “Give him some time, Danny,” Lou says.  “He’s had a rough day.”

 “A rough day,” Danny says, his throat catching.  “Yeah, that about sums it up.  Fuck.”

 Lou eventually goes home to shower and get some sleep, but Danny stays in the waiting room.  Jerry returns to sit with him for a while, and tries to cajole the nurses into letting him see Steve – he promises to put in a good word for Danny -  but apparently they want him to have “uninterrupted rest.”  Danny has the feeling this is actually at Steve’s request, to avoid having to deal with Danny, but there’s not much he can do about it.

 Later Tani and Junior come by, and Junior’s brought him a t-shirt and jeans.  His own.

 “How’d you get these?”

 Junior rubs his face. “I knew you’d ask that.”

 “The ‘Danny drawer,’ where else,” Tani says, smirking.

 “At Steve’s place?”

 “Well, my first thought was to get clothes from your house – we could use the key that Steve keeps in that bowl by the front door?  But Junes knew where to find your stuff at Steve’s, so that saved us a stop.”

 “How did you know I had clothes there?”

 “Junes does Steve’s laundry when he’s feeling particularly dutiful - didn’t Steve tell you?”

 Danny sighs.  Clearly he’s not the detective he used to be. Junior is a lot more observant than Danny has given him credit for, and Tani, well, Tani’s a force to be reckoned with.

 “It’s cool,” Junior says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.  “I don’t mind doing laundry.  I like the routine.”

 Danny tries not to imagine Junior folding his boxers.  “I can’t believe this.”

 He does feel better when he’s changed into clean clothes.  There’s nothing like wearing a shirt with your partner’s blood on it to bring down your mood.  The t-shirt Junior brought is one of his favorite black ones, and it’s soft on his skin. He keeps it at Steve’s on purpose. Steve likes him in it.  And out of it.

 When Noelani comes to check on Steve (and Danny) later that day, after her shift, Danny gets an idea.

 “Can I borrow your jacket?” Sometimes being a relatively small guy comes in handy.  

 With Noelani’s white coat on and a confident stride, Danny passes for a doctor long enough to sneak into Steve’s room.

 Steve is lying on his side, facing away from the door.  He turns as Danny enters the room, and Danny’s heart skips a beat.  Steve’s got a bandage on his head, and a bruise running down the side of his face.  But the worst part is the defeated look in his eyes.

 “What are you doing here?” Steve says, his voice scratchy.

 “Steve, for god’s sake, I’ve been dying to see you.”  Danny rushes over, reaching for Steve.  He completely forgets about anything except getting him in his arms.

 But Steve flinches, and Danny freezes, then pulls his hands back to his sides.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

 “Go away, Danny.”

 “Steve, you have to let me explain.  I wasn’t with her, I was just kidding around, I would never-”

 “Nurse!  Security! Help!”  Steve yells, and Danny is hustled out of the room before he can continue. The bastard, he thinks.  He’s just being childish.  And he’s managed to get Danny thrown out of the hospital for the remainder of Steve’s stay.

 With no other options left, Danny goes home.  

 A few days later, Steve gets released.  He’s not supposed to go back to work yet, but he’s recovered enough to go home.  Danny and Junior drive to the hospital in Steve’s truck, Tani following behind.

 “You sure you want to do this?”  Junior asks.

 “I’m sure.”  

 Junior goes inside and comes back out with Steve a few minutes later, while Danny waits in the car with Tani, slouched down and out of sight.    After Junior gets Steve settled into the passenger seat of the truck, he and Danny switch spots.

 Steve glares at Danny as Danny starts up the truck.  “Fuck off.”

 “No.”

 And that’s it, for almost the entire drive back to Steve’s place.  Danny has spent the past few days swinging back and forth between despair and fury, and right now, Steve’s refusal to talk to him is pushing all his fury buttons.  But he knows the mess between them is his fault, and he’s not going to let Steve ruin this.  Not if he can help it.

 So he sits there next to Steve, and drives his car, and brings him home.  Because that’s what partners do.  And that’s what <i>partners</i> do, even if they’re mad at each other.

 As they approach Steve’s house, Danny bites his lip, takes a breath, and speaks.  “I love you, you know.”

 Steve doesn’t answer.

 When they pull into the driveway, Steve jumps out before they come to a full stop.  He’s inside his house with the door slamming shut behind him before Danny turns off the truck.  As he watches Steve sprint up the walkway, he can’t help but be impressed – Steve’s physical injuries sure aren’t slowing him down.

 Over the next few days, Steve keeps up the silent treatment.  He doesn’t return Danny’s calls.  Grace informs Danny that Steve is answering her texts, but only if she talks about things other than Danny.  Tani tries to get Steve to talk to him, but when it doesn’t result in any progress, she just shrugs.  “Boys are dumb,” she announces, taking the last malasada out of the box Danny brought in for the team.  “I can only do so much.”

 A week after Steve was shot, Danny decides he needs to try another approach.  He does a little research, and makes a call.

    *****

The cove is beautiful. There are palm trees lining a gentle curve of beach, and one of the smaller Hawaiian islands is off the coast in the distance.  Danny fidgets as he waits.  He’s dressed the part, he hopes, with a white on white Aloha shirt and khaki slacks. He’s even wearing flip-flops, the kind Steve thinks are dressy, with braided leather straps.

 He hears Frank and Steve talking before he sees them.  Frank is excited about his new project, and had jumped at the chance to show it off to Steve – and try to help Danny out, too.  “Happy to help, sunshine,” Frank had said over the phone, and then explained how Danny could pay him back in beer.

 “The arch will go over here, with the chairs behind it, facing out to the ocean,” Frank says, his voice getting louder as they approach.  “I’ll build a hut, too, for the reception, all open air.  And open bar.”

 They come around the bend, Frank still talking, Steve looking around obligingly.  When Steve sees Danny, his eyes widen, and he comes to an abrupt stop.

 Frank looks at the two of them, pats Steve on the shoulder, and leaves, going back the way they came.

 “Danny,” Steve says, staring him down.  “What’s going on?”

 Danny swallows hard, and walks over to Steve.  At least he isn’t running away, Danny thinks.  “I wanted to talk to you.”

 “You couldn’t have done that somewhere else?”

 “I wanted to talk to you here,” Danny says.  He waves his hand at the clearing, which will someday host happy couples on their special day.  “I always imagined we’d end up at a place like this.  Eventually.  If things worked out.”

 Steve lifts his chin, looks away.  “Yeah, too bad that’s off the table.”

 Steve’s reaction stings, but Danny knows him.  It’s not over yet, and Danny has hardly gotten started.

 “Steve, please.  Stop being so stubborn and just listen to me for a minute.”

 Steve frowns, but after a long moment, he turns back to Danny.  “I’m listening.”

 Here goes, Danny thinks. He rehearsed what he wanted to say a dozen times, but he’s still not sure he’s going to get it all out.

 “I’m a changed man,” he starts, and he sees Steve’s eyes flit over his outfit.  Not just my clothing, you dope, he wants to say, but refrains.  “I’m a changed man, a better man, since I met you.  Not just since I met you, but… because you love me.  Because I love you.”

 Steve’s face softens for a moment, but then his jaw clenches again.  Danny can tell he’s about to lose him, and he rushes to get to the point.

 “I’ve gotten more positive, even if not everyone sees it.  I’ve opened myself up to the possibility of good things in my life.  Good things happening with you, in particular. But no matter what I thought before, I realize now, it wasn’t enough.  I didn’t change enough.”

 This gets Steve’s attention, and his eyes finally meet Danny’s.

 “I crossed a line, last week,” Danny continues, his eyes starting to tear up.  “I went too far.  And I’m sorry.”

 Steve steps back, still holding Danny’s gaze.  “Danny, you really hurt me.”

 “I know, babe.” It slips out, Danny can’t help it, and he moves forward and grabs Steve’s arms, hands squeezing his biceps tight.  “I know, I’m so sorry.  I screwed up. I’m so sorry.”

 “I believed you.” Steve’s voice is small, barely audible over the sound of the breeze in the palms.  “I didn’t want to, I knew it didn’t make sense, but for a few seconds there, I believed that you went away with Rachel.  That you lied to me, and cheated on me, and…”  Steve ducks his head down, but he doesn’t pull away.  “It really hurt.”

 Danny doesn’t doubt it, he can feel the ache in Steve’s chest just like the one in his own.  “I shouldn’t have joked about that,” Danny says, inching closer to Steve and sliding his hands up to his shoulders, pressing his collarbone with his thumbs.  “We kid around about almost everything, but I knew how you worried about me and Rachel.  I should have known it wouldn’t be a joke to you.  I went too far.  I’m sorry.”

 Steve looks at Danny, and his eyes are wet.  “I got shot. And you weren’t there.”

 Danny tilts his head, confused.  “I was there, I was right there.  Lou tackled Azra, Adam grabbed the kid, and I was next to you in seconds. I used the hem of my shirt to put pressure on your wound, I had your head in my lap-”  Danny’s voice breaks.  He can taste how terrified he was, when Steve didn’t respond.  He shudders, remembering all too clearly.

 “But you were with Rachel. In my mind.  And…  that’s what I thought, at the hospital, when I woke up.”

 “Is that why you wouldn’t let me come see you?”  It’s exactly what Danny feared – that given the drugs and the shock, all Steve would remember would be their last conversation.

 “At first.  And then,” Steve pauses, his tone shifting to something like embarrassment, “I was just pissed.”

 And hurt, Danny fills in. Really fucking hurt.

 “I’m so sorry,” Danny says again.  He’ll say it as many times as it takes.

 Steve sniffles, and then his arms are around Danny, pulling him close.  “I don’t like fighting with you.”

 “I don’t like fighting with you either,” Danny chokes out, digging his face into Steve’s neck.  He rubs his nose against Steve’s sweaty throat, feeling his stubble scratch over his skin.  “Please say we won’t fight anymore.”

 Steve makes a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a cry.  “I don’t think I can make that promise.”

 Danny laughs with him, snorting wetly into Steve’s shirt, and clutching him tight.  He feels lightheaded, almost giddy.  They’re going to be okay.  They’re really going to be okay.

 “Making me come out here with Frank was a dirty trick, you know,” Steve says, his hand sliding up into Danny’s hair.  “The whole time, I kept picturing you and me getting hitched on the beach, Gracie at your side, Mary at mine, Joanie and Charlie with flowers and rings.”

 “Really?”  The image had of course occurred to Danny too, he’s already admitted it, but he hadn’t begun to hope that Steve was on the same page.

 “Really.”

 “That’s, um, that’s good. That’s very good.”  Freakin’ understatement of the year, it’s so good.

 Steve laughs, more relaxed now, and he pulls back to find Danny’s eyes.  “Figured you’d think so.”  He looks Danny up and down.  “Nice outfit. Coincidence?”

 “Yeah, this vintage Aloha wedding shirt was just lying there at the top of my clean laundry basket, total luck of the draw.”  Danny raises an eyebrow.  “Hey, by the way, could you maybe have mentioned that Junior does your laundry?”

 Steve squints at him, and then apparently puts two and two together.  “Guess that might have given us away?”

 “Depends, I suppose, on whether he was fooled into thinking that you had secretly taken to wearing striped dress shirts in my size.”

 “And black t-shirts.”

 “That’s not completely beyond the realm of possibility,” Danny muses.  “You look hot in black.”

 “So do you,” Steve says, and then, unexpectedly, blushes.  “I like you in white, too.”  Steve leans in and kisses Danny, his mouth soft and gentle, and Danny melts against him.

 “Oh, babe, thank god,” Danny whispers against Steve’s lips, and Steve hums in agreement before ducking down to kiss him again, another gentle press, and another, until Danny is practically shaking with the force of his tenderness.

 “I don’t want to lose you, Danny,” Steve murmurs, kissing Danny’s cheek and down his jaw.  “Don’t even tease about it, okay?  Anything else is fair game, but not that.”

 “Okay, yes, absolutely. Lesson learned.  I’m so fucking sorry-”

 Steve cuts him off with a kiss that is significantly more heated, his tongue darting inside Danny’s mouth, pressing hard enough that their teeth clack together, then stopping for his own apology.   “I’m sorry too.  I was kind of an ass about it.  Should have let you talk.”

 Danny laughs against Steve’s lips as Steve takes his mouth again.  Steve isn’t letting him talk now either, but he’s got no problem with it. There is one thing he needs to say, though, and even Steve’s blisteringly hot making out skills aren’t going to stop him.

 “Steve?”

 “Hm?”  Steve blinks at Danny, pupils blown and eyes wide. “Yeah?”

 “I love you a ridiculous amount, okay?  And I’m yours.  Just yours.  For as long as you want me.”

 Steve beams and practically bounces on his toes.  “Yeah? How about forever?”

 Danny’s heart leaps, and he can feel his own radiant smile stretching his face.  “Sounds good.  Very good. Forever sounds good to me.”

 Steve grins and starts kissing him again, nipping at Danny’s lips and sucking at that spot on his neck that makes Danny moan, one hand firm against Danny’s back and the other tangling in his hair.  Danny loses himself in it, gives himself over to Steve, clutching at his shoulders and murmuring encouragement.

 Steve’s hand has moved to the front of Danny’s pants and Danny thinks there’s a decent chance he’s about to get his very first beachfront blowjob when they hear Frank clearing his throat, explaining in an amused tone that he needs to get back, but if they want to stay longer, they can probably catch an Uber.  Steve and Danny jump apart, Steve looking charmingly disheveled and Danny feeling like a kid almost literally caught with his pants down.  

 Danny’s first instinct is to pretend that nothing much was going on, but Steve grabs his hand and beams at him.  There’s a glint in his eye that Danny is all too familiar with, and before he can say anything Steve drags him tight against him, attacking his mouth in a searingly hot kiss - right in front of Frank, who lets out a delighted laugh.   Danny gets the feeling that now that the news is out, this won’t be the first time Steve gets a little possessive in front of their friends.  The wonderful thing is, nothing could make Danny happier.