#announcing it in the middle of on going test is just really crazy

[dannyric333]

INSANITY

[passengerprincipessa]

what if i briefly lost my mind due to this photo and wrote a 1.5k landoscar strip poker drabble. what if (landoscar, 1.5k words, nsfw)

Sometimes, Oscar wonders if Lando does things purely to torture him.

They’re on the private jet McLaren’s chartered for them back from the FIA Awards. Zak and Andrea are somewhere up in the front of the plane, probably sleeping off their hangovers. Andrea looked like he might puke at any second when they got into the car that morning to head to the airport. Oscar and Lando are at the back, sitting across from Sam Bird, one of McLaren’s drivers in Formula E.

Oscar likes Sam well enough, but he can’t help but wish Sam was literally anywhere else. Oscar feels like he’s going insane with Lando sitting right beside him, buried in an oversized hoodie, his curls still sleep-mussed. Lando keeps shooting Oscar these cheeky little grins, like he knows exactly how crazy Oscar’s felt all weekend.

Their rooms at the hotel were right next to Zak and Andrea and they couldn’t do anything without risking being overheard.

But it didn’t stop Lando from sending Oscar a mirror selfie after his shower, Lando’s towel slung ruinously low around his hips, water dripping down his torso. It didn’t stop Lando from following Oscar into a single-use toilet at the awards ceremony and palming Oscar’s dick through his tuxedo, kissing him hard and wet and filthy, before leaving Oscar panting against the sink, desperately trying to calm down. It didn’t stop Lando from sending Oscar a text in the middle of the ceremony that just read, can’t wait for u to fuck me tmrw 😇. Oscar had to work very, very hard to keep a neutral expression on his face.

At this point, Oscar sort of feels like he might die. He knows you can’t literally die from blue balls, but he also can’t help but feel like Lando’s trying his hardest to test that theory.

Two hours into the flight, Lando announces, “I’m bored.”

Oscar rolls his eyes. He’s not feeling particularly sympathetic at the moment, not when he’s half-hard and trying desperately not to go get himself off in the plane toilet while his bosses are on the flight. 

“Play your Switch or something,” Oscar says shortly. “Don’t you have, like, a million films on your iPad?”

“Yeah, but I’ve already watched all of them,” Lando says, pouting. “I want to do something fun.”

Oscar’s about to snap that he reckons Lando’s had more than enough fun these past few days.

But Sams interjects before Oscar can, saying, “I have a poker set?”

“Brilliant,” Lando says, face lighting up. “I love poker.”

“Why do you have a poker set?” Oscar asks. It seems like a bit of a random thing to just have on you in case the opportunity arises.

But Sam just laughs. “Love of the game, mate. Love of the game.”

Lando tips his head toward Oscar, grinning. “Only real poker heads would understand.”

“Oh my god,” Oscar says, shaking his head. “You only got into poker, like, a month ago—”

“Two months!” Lando says, holding up two fingers.

Oscar has to look away. The sight of Lando’s massive fingers has Oscar feeling things he really, really shouldn’t only two hours into a nine-hour flight.

“Oh, well then,” Oscar says, voice only slightly choked.

Out of the corner of his eye, Oscar sees Lando grin, like Lando knows exactly what Oscar’s thinking.

“You know how to play, right?” Sam asks Oscar.

Oscar shrugs. “Well enough.”

In truth, Oscar’s pretty shit at poker. But not as shit, apparently, as Lando.

Within three rounds, Lando’s down to a measly pile of chips. He keeps playing horrible hands, betting huge on hands that even Oscar knows almost never win. Hands like queen-high or a flush draw when Lando only has one card from that suit in his hand and there’s only one matching card on the board after the flop. Like, Oscar’s not good at poker, but he knows enough to know that Lando’s playing so poorly it almost seems like Lando’s trying to lose on purpose. 

That theory’s confirmed when Lando finally runs out of chips and says, “Shit.” He looks over at Oscar, his expression all wide-eyed innocence. “Reckon I’ll just have to start betting clothes, then.”

Oscar almost chokes. He briefly fantasizes about jumping out of the plane. It’d stop Lando from fucking torturing him at least. 

Instead, Oscar says, “I’m not playing strip poker.”

Oscar expects Sam to back him up, to realize what an absurd idea it is to play strip poker on a plane with their coworkers.

But Sam starts banging his fists on the table chanting, “Strip poker, strip poker, strip poker.”

Lando cackles and immediately joins in, and soon enough the two of them are making such a racket that Oscar’s worried they’ll wake up Zak and Andrea. Oscar has no interest in being on the receiving end of one of Zak’s tirades after being woken up in the middle of a nap.

“Fucking fine,” Oscar grits out. “Fine, we’ll play stupid strip poker.”

The thing is, though, Lando’s the only one out of chips. Which means Lando’s the only one actually having to bet any of his clothing.

Oscar prays Lando will start small. Maybe bet a bracelet or a shoe or something.

Instead, Lando says, “Hoodie.”

So that’s how it’s going to be.

Lando, predictably, loses, playing fucking eight-two offsuit when Oscar has a set.

“Rats,” Lando says gleefully, pulling off his hoodie and tossing it onto a seat across the aisle. He knocks his shoulder against Oscar’s. “Shit luck, eh?”

“Yeah,” Oscar grits out, studiously ignoring looking over at Lando. He sort of hopes that if Lando doesn’t get the attention he clearly desperately craves, he’ll stop.

But on the next hand, Lando says, “Shirt.”

“Fucking hell,” Oscar groans, under his breath.

Lando giggles. “What was that, Osc?”

“Nothing,” Oscar says, staring dejectedly at his hand. He wishes it were something awful, something he could just lose with to keep Lando from ripping off his shirt, but it’s a fucking pair of kings. Oscar feels like the universe is conspiring against him.

The only blessing is that Sam seems oblivious to whatever sexual psychodrama is playing out on the other side of the table, whistling happily as he looks at his cards.

Lando loses again, peeling off his shirt and settling back in his seat.

Oscar really, really doesn’t want to look, but he can’t help but glance over at Lando, his dark nipples tight in the cool air of the plane, lean muscles on full display. Lando’s eyes spark, lower lip pulled between his teeth, grinning like the cat who got the cream. While Sam’s still looking down at his cards, Lando brings a hand up to his chest, running it over his skin before dragging it up to his neck, fingers wrapping suggestively over the thick muscle. Almost like he’s imagining Oscar’s hand there.

“Oh my god,” Oscar groans.

Sam glances up. “All good?”

“Yep,” Oscar says, voice tight, forcing himself to stare at his cards. “Everything’s really, really good.”

Next to him, Lando lets out a delighted little giggle.

As they go around placing their opening bets, Oscar pleads silently with Lando to fold. Just once.

But Lando doesn’t fold. Instead, he announces, “Sweatpants.”

Oscar stumbles to his feet, praying his hoodie’s hiding his boner. He chokes out, “I have to—” and pushes his way past Lando, beelining for the toilet.

He’s furious as he pulls his sweatpants down. Angry as he wraps a hand around his cock. Pissed off as he starts to stroke himself. 

Fucking Lando. Always fucking teasing. Knowing exactly how to get Oscar riled up, how to make him feel like he wants to say fuck it and drag Lando into the plane toilet in front of their coworker and bosses. Even though Oscar feels like he’s losing his mind, he can’t deny that it’s possibly the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. That he knows he’ll put up with it every fucking time if it gets him off this hard.

But he sort of wants to torture Lando back.

Oscar pulls out his phone, opens his camera, and hits record. He tries to put on a show, thumbing over the head, zooming in on the wet tip, twisting his wrist the way Lando always likes when Oscar does it to him. But Oscar's so on edge that he’s coming before he’s even really gotten started, spilling over his fingers to the image of Lando on top of him, Oscar’s fingers on his nipples, Oscar’s hand around his throat as Lando fucks himself on Oscar’s cock. Reminding Lando who’s in control.

But as much as Oscar likes to pretend, he knows it’s not him.

Still, Oscar feels a surge of power as he opens his texts with Lando, sends him the video of him getting off, and writes, Don’t touch yourself until we’re home.

When Oscar comes out of the toilet, he’s pleased to see Lando squirming in his seat, glancing up at Oscar with flushed cheeks, eyes desperate. Sam’s not paying any attention, headphones on, watching something on his phone.

“Having fun?” Oscar asks, blissfully relaxed after his orgasm.

Lando squirms a bit, tugging his hoodie over his crotch. But he grins up at Oscar, the gap between his front teeth on full display, and says, “Loads.”

[prettylilyanime]

Blooming Hearts ♡ DRABBLE 01

˚✿˖ Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem reader

˚✿˖ Synopsis: In which Bakugou not only taught you how to use the public transportation system, but also the wonders of a 7/11 (A continuation from chapter 5 / deleted scene from chapter 6)

˚✿˖ tags/warnings: 18+, smut in the later chapters, reader is spoiled, shy reader, they're all third years at UA, Fluff, strangers? to lovers trope, not really strangers, miscommunication, drama, y/n just wants to make friends, reader is canonically pretty, reader is a hero in training, whipped bakugou, she falls first but he falls harder

˚✿˖ Authors note: This Drabble is a continuation of this chapter!

˚✿˖ Masterlist

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The train ride had been… an experience.

Between Bakugou’s attitude (which you’re learning is incredibly sassy) your near-death encounter with inertia and stiletto boots, and the fact that his hand had been on your waist for far longer than necessary, you were convinced your heart had been put through an endurance test.

Aizawa and his crazy assignments could never get this level of heart pounding anxiety from you.

But somehow, miraculously, you made it to your stop without combusting!

Which led you here.

A 7-Eleven.

The sushi spot you had been craving had been sadly temporarily closed for renovations, and this store had been right around the corner.

“Wow, this is incredible! I’ve never been in one of these before!” you gasp, eyes sparkling as you take in the rows of cheap candies, brightly colored cup ramen, and an ungodly amount of processed snacks.

So many different flavors to choose from!!

Behind you, a deep, unimpressed voice deadpans, “It’s literally just a 7-Eleven.”

You, of course, blatantly ignore him. Instead, you grab a small shopping basket—its handle slightly wobbly, the paint chipping at the edges—and immediately start filling it with snacks like a kid let loose in a candy store.

“This might just be my new favorite store!!” you announce, practically vibrating with excitement as you move toward the freezer section.

You scan the ice cream selection with growing delight, marveling at the sheer variety of brands and flavors—all for a shockingly low price.

This so beats the organic, gluten-free, sugar-free, fun-free supermarkets your mom usually had her staff shop at on your behalf.

Bakugou, who has been trailing behind you like an exhausted babysitter, watches as you pluck a pink tub of strawberry swirl ice cream from the fridge. Your face lights up at the cute graphics on the packaging.

is that a strawberry cow?! Eeek!

“I’ll get this one too,” you hum, hugging the tub to your chest like a prized possession.

Bakugou nearly rolls his eyes into another dimension. “Taught ya how to take the damn train to become a better hero, and now you’re gonna kill it all with this shitty food.”

You gasp, clutching the ice cream closer like it’s your firstborn child.

“Are you joking?!” you exclaim. “This ice cream is gonna make me feel better before I go to sleep! This is incredible!”

Bakugou snorts as you absentmindedly go to adjust your glasses—except, oh, wait.

You’re not wearing them.

Your fingers meet empty air, your contacts having replaced your usual frames for the night.

A slow, knowing smirk stretches across Bakugou’s face.

Your ears heat up. Hastily, you shove your ice cream into the basket he’s—when did that happen?!—holding and mumble, “Shut up. It’s a habit.”

He doesn’t even bother with a comeback.

He doesn’t have to.

The glint of amusement in his sharp, crimson eyes says everything.

In just one day—somehow spent mostly by your side—Bakugou has come to one solid, undeniable conclusion:

You’re just like the rest of his idiot friends.

Just blessed with a far better face than shitty hairs or dunce face.

Honestly, before today, he half-wondered if you were mute. That theory shattered the moment you started rambling in the middle of the station, your excited outbursts completely at odds with the cool, composed image you gave off.

The new you in front of him was almost jarring.

Not that he’d ever really paid much attention to you before.

You were just quiet. Unusually so. You didn’t hover around the usual class friend groups, never really stuck with the girls of 1-A. He would’ve noticed—he’s been dragged to enough forced social outings by Kirishima to be painfully aware of the class dynamics.

Yet somehow, three years into your degree, he was only just now hearing what your voice actually sounded like.

Not that you were forgettable—far from it. Your face was one of the first he recognized when he stepped into class 1-A on his first day of freshman year.

And your last name? Impossible to ignore.

Bakugou never really gave a shit either way.

But one thing had caught his attention—the way people wouldn’t shut up about you when it came to the Big Three. It was no surprise when he, Deku, and Todoroki solidified their spots. That was a given. But you?

He remembers his brows raising when he first heard your name being thrown around in the conversation. He wasn’t necessarily threatened, just... intrigued.

The media adored you. Your social accounts had more followers than any other student at U.A., and magazines were already fighting for the chance to put you on their covers.

All the while, you could barely mutter a full sentence to anyone in class.

Now, watching you stand in the middle of a 7-Eleven, holding two cans of soda in your perfectly manicured hands, he can’t help but snort to himself. You carefully scan the sugar content on the labels like it actually matters—only to immediately toss both cans into the basket without hesitation.

Figures.

“Y’know, if you’re just gonna buy both, why waste time lookin’ at the numbers?” he asks, shifting the basket to one hand as he watches your little decision-making process unfold.

You huff, completely unbothered. “It’s about making an informed choice.”

“Bullshit. You just wanted both.”

You shoot him a look but don’t bother denying it, instead grabbing a pack of Pocky and tossing that into the basket too.

You’re already fixated on the next aisle, eyes practically sparkling at the ridiculous variety of instant noodles. He’s never seen someone get this excited over convenience store food in his life.

And somehow, he finds himself following along, weirdly unbothered by all of your little quirks that would have had him rolling his eyes and snapping at all the other idiots in his life.

Bakugou clicks his tongue, annoyed at his own thoughts.

Comparing you to the extras he’s been stuck with for years? What kind of bullshit was that?

Yet, as he watches you crouch down to examine the instant ramen selection like it’s some kind of treasure hoard, he realizes—against his better judgment—that it doesn’t piss him off the way it should.

You hum thoughtfully, manicured fingers tracing over different flavors, your brows furrowing in deep concentration. “How am I supposed to choose just one?” you mumble, more to yourself than to him.

He snorts. “You’re not. You’re gonna throw at least three in the basket and pretend like you struggled to decide.”

You gasp, turning to glare at him, scandalized. “You think you know me so well, huh?”

“I know an indecisive dumbass when I see one.”

And just as he predicted, you grab three different flavors and plop them into the basket without another word.

Bakugou exhales through his nose, shaking his head. Somehow, despite himself, he follows as you dart to yet another shelf, eyes alight with childlike wonder.

He should be annoyed. Should be telling you to hurry the hell up so you can both get out of here, but instead, he just watches as you get distracted by a random keychain display near the register, fiddling with a tiny All Might figure that probably wouldn’t even fit on your fancy designer bag.

“This is so cute,” you murmur, flipping it over in your hands before glancing at the other characters on the rack. A tiny Bakugou keychain dangles right in front of you, and before he can react, you’re holding it up with a smirk.

“Oooh, look, it’s you,” you tease, shaking it so the little chibi version of him bobs wildly.

Bakugou scowls. “Put that shit back.”

You only laugh, placing it back on the hook (but in a better spot, front and center, because you think it’s actually pretty adorable).

By the time you finally reach the register, your basket is overflowing. Bakugou just stares at it, unimpressed. “Y’gonna eat all this tonight or somethin’?”

You shake your head, grinning. “No, well maybe the icecream, yes.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue, As the cashier hands you the bag, you beam like you’ve just won the lottery.

And for some reason, as the two of you step back into the cool night air, Bakugou finds himself shaking his head with something that—if he didn’t know better—almost feels like amusement.

What the hell was he getting himself into?

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[sen-rj]

Tea?

Summary- you are part of Levi's squad, but he likes you a bit more than most. A bit more than he probably should. Part 1? Maybe?

Tags- fluff, reader x levi, no reader names or pronouns, cannon verse, captain levi

Notes- (I have not written a fan fiction since I was in middle school so please be kind to me)

If yall want another part let me know! Also, if you hate how I highlight the quotes let me know 🤗

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The hallways were cold and empty as you walked through them. The only sound being the snores of sleeping soldiers and the occasional laugh from a bunk room down the hall. Your footsteps quiet as you walked towards the captains quarters, making sure not to be seen or heard.

This had been going on for a while now. You're not sure quite where it started, but you could now consider yourself a friend of Captain Levi's. Maybe even more. Most would call you crazy for enjoying his company, or maybe even desperate. But to you, it was more than that. That man drove you crazy. Made you desperate.

You were used to his company, and him to yours. It had been over a year since commander Erwin assigned you to his squad. Not because of your skills as a fighting soldier, but as a trained medic and a smart, critical thinking one. You were with hange, helping with her Titan research and assisting on missions with medical aid until recently. Until Eren. Now, your job, as well as Levi's, was to protect him. Though, you also were expected (by hange of course) to poke and prod at our new titan meat.

You announce your presence at his door with three soft knocks. His response, a quiet and deep

"come in." 

You slowly open the door, looking behind you to make sure no one had seen you enter. Taking off your shoes at the door, you look back at him. His eyes had yet to lift from the papers on his desk. His brow furrowed and resting on hand as he studied the words.

He looks up at you with just his eyes.

"You're late" he states. His voice low as he moves his eyes back towards his papers.

"I know, I got held up with some stuff" you say, walking over to him. "Tea?" You ask.

His eyes meet yours, a glimmer of excitement in them at the mention of tea.

"You know the answer to that." He says dryly, looking away. You grab his kettle and his favorite tea, some tea cups too. Getting to work in the small kitchenette to his right. "What is this stuff that held you up?" he asks, his face still focused.

"Just some last minute details of today's experiments." You say, bringing the water to just below a boil. "They were quite interesting I will say, it's a shame you missed them."

"Anything is more interesting than this" he says, setting his pen on the surface of his desk, leaning back and looking over to you.

You laugh lightly. A sigh escaping as you slowly unwind from today's strenuous work. "We're making great progress. I really think we're on the edge of discovering something great here" you say, taking the kettle off of the heat.

"Yeah? And what's that?" He asks, genuinely curious as to how anything in this world could be something great. Other than maybe you.

Walking over to his desk, you prep the leaves in the cups, slowly pouring the hot water over them.

"I want to run more tests on Eren. His ability to transform really has me puzzled. In normal Titan classifications, he'd be considered an abnormal. So... who's to say that every abnormal we've ever encountered isn't like Eren? Or are there only some abnormal like Eren? And how do I find that out?" You sigh, swallowing down the rest of your words after realizing you had gone on a tangent.

"You make good arguments. I've never thought of that." He admits, watching as you pour his tea. "This is all a big shit show." He sighs. Rubbing his temple with his hands in exhaustion and frustration. When would this all end? How much about the world do they think they know, when really that have no idea. What are they fighting for? He knows not to let his mind spiral, but sometimes the thoughts are too loud.

"It truly is." You hand him his tea and take a seat in front of him.

This had become an almost nightly thing. You coming to Levi's office for tea and brief synapses of each others days.

You were part of levis squad, yes. But you were more of his partner than anything else. You filled him in on the things he is absent to see. The rest of the squad looks to you for direction when Levi isn't there. He trusts you, more than he probably should.

Levi looks at you as you sip your tea. Studying your face as you study the ceiling.

"Have you been sleeping? Eating well?" He asks, looking back down at his papers.

"As well as one in this job can." You admit, looking at him as his hands scribble signatures on his paper. "And you?"

"Enough." He answers dryly. You hum in response.

"You can't live off of tea and hate forever" you tease. A tiny smirk curses the corner of his lips.

"I can try" he says. You laugh in response, leaning back in the chair behind you.

Looking at the stack of papers on his desk, you instinctually grab half of them, turning them in front of you.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks, but doesn't look up from his own paper.

"Helping" you say, grabbing a pen and beginning to forge his signature. You had it memorized by now. You could write it in your sleep.

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "You really don't know how to quit, huh?"

"Mmm" you hum a no back. "And you really don't know how to stop me" you tease. Focusing on his papers in front of you now.

Hours pass when you're hand begins to cramp, and you back begins to ache. You have no clue how he has been doing this for so long.

With a sigh, you stand, stretching your legs and popping your fingers. His eyes look up, following you're body from your feet up to you're hands in the air as you stretch.

"Giving up already?" He asks

You shake your head no. "No, I just needed to stretch." You say, before a large yawn fills your mouth.

"Yeah right. Quit lingering and go to bed. You need sleep" he orders. His words sounding cold, but his intentions were quite the opposite.

"You sure?" You ask, your eyes heavy with sleep.

"Positive. I'll be fine." He says, focused on his work.

"If you insist."

"I do."

He looks up at you seriously.

"You have some serious beauty sleep to catch up on. If you don't start sleeping more you're going to start loosing that charm that got you here." he says, and you can't help but blush slightly at his words .

"You're sweet."

"Get out."

You laugh as you walk towards the door, eager for rest.

"Goodnight Captain."

"Goodnight."

[severelystrangewriter]

Holding Hands (Flufftober 2023 Day 6)

Pairing: kei “tsukki” tsukishima x female reader

WC: 906

Warnings: none

Summary: just a short and sweet scenario involving tsukki holding your hand

Note: there’s nothing really to add, no thoughts only tsukki

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Kei Tsukishima has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. You, him, and Tadashi Yamaguchi were practically inseparable growing up. So it came as no surprise to you when you started developing feelings towards Tsukki.

Being with the bespectacled boy was second nature to you despite his cold and calculating personality. What surprised you was how he reciprocated your feelings, having actually been the one to confess to you during your last year of middle school.

You accepted happily and thus began your relationship, which might not seem like your typical relationship to outsiders. He still teased you like he would anyone else, but don’t worry, you always served it right back to him.

To be completely honest, with the way you two acted, most people didn’t even know you were together.

And it’s not like you guys were keeping it a secret either, you were both just too lazy to “announce” it to the world. You both knew you were dating and that’s all that mattered.

Tadashi knew of course, and he was ecstatic for you both. In fact, he’s the one who would talk about it more than you and Tsukki did- always suggesting date ideas that he would inevitably tag along. It was kind of endearing.

You all were now in your first year of high school and you were a manager in training like Yachi for the Karasuno volleyball team.

“Hurry up! We’re going to be late for school!” You exclaimed to Tsukki as you both walked to school with Tadashi.

“Calm down, (Y/n/n). We still have plenty of time,” Tadashi reminded you, “What are you in such a hurry for anyways?”

“She’s just anxious about that test today. But it’s not like getting there early is going to make it happen any faster,” Tsukki rolled his eyes. Tadashi nodded in understanding.

“If we get there early, then I can go over those flashcards one more time,” You said like it was obvious.

“But you’ve been studying crazy hard this entire week!” Tadashi protested, “I’m sure you know everything by now.”

Before you could reply, Tsukki spoke up, “He’s right, you’ve done nothing but stress about it. I mean, you’ve hardly slept. Which is why I’m not letting you touch those cards when we get to class. Let someone who actually needs them use them, like Tadashi.”

“Hey!” Tadashi snapped.

“Are you trying to inhibit my academic career?” You argued.

“I’m prioritizing your mental health,” He countered.

It was then that you felt Tsukki slip his hand into yours as he tugged you closer to him, the both of you coming to a stop.

“Look at me,” Tsukki stared hard at you and reached out with his free hand to flick your forehead, “You’re going to do fine on this test. You’re smart. Stop worrying so much.”

You looked up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, he looked completely serious as if daring you to argue with him about it. But you didn’t. Instead, you found yourself nodding along, a determined smile making its way onto your face.

“You’re right,” You said.

“I know I am,” Tsukki replied, continuing to walk once more, this time with your hands interlocked.

Your smile grew, feeling a little lighter now thanks to Tsukki’s words of encouragement. 

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School and volleyball practice passed fairly quickly, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You were ready to go home.

Tsukki must’ve been feeling particularly touchy-feely today because the minute you both stepped out of the gym he laced his fingers with yours as you walked to the corner store for a snack. It made your heart flutter because typically it was you who initiated contact.

“Hey guys- AH! Tsukki and (Y/n) are holding hands!” Hinata yelled when you caught up with the team at the corner store, pointing at your laced fingers. He bounded over and circled you two once, studying you both curiously.

“Well duh, they’re dating,” Tadashi explained with a knowing smile on his face.

“What?!” Came the chorus of exclamations from your friends.

“For how long?” Kageyama demanded with a suspicious squint, annoyed that Tsukki of all people somehow managed to get a girlfriend.

“Our one year anniversary is actually next week,” You smiled sweetly, giving Tsukki’s hand a squeeze.

“But… you’re so nice,” Hinata came to stand in front of you again, looking at you like you’ve grown an extra head as he scrunched his nose, “Why are you dating Tsukki?”

You offered a one-sided shrug, “Because I like him and he makes me happy. Why else?”

“How? He says super mean things, like, all the time and-” Hinata suddenly started cowering, being cut off by Tsukki’s glare and menacing aura.

“Like I said, he makes me happy,” You repeated, stepping closer to Tsukki and leaning into his side. He seemed to relax a little at your reassurance.

“Yeah, no, I’m not buying it,” Tanaka shook his head and crossed his arms, “Blink twice if you’re being forced into this relationsh- ow!”

He rubbed the spot on his head that had been harshly smacked by Daichi.

“We’re happy for you guys, really,” The captain said with a comforting smile of his own. 

You grinned back and after a little more chatting you, Tsukki, and Tadashi departed from the group to head home, with Tsukki’s hand snuggly fit into your own like the most perfect puzzle piece.

[lurkingshan]

Theory of Love Episode 4: Crazy Stupid Love

Finally, a decent movie! Crazy Stupid Love is a solidly written film with a ridiculously talented cast, and while there are not really any direct character parallels to Third like in previous films, I can see why its themes would speak to him. A brief synopsis of the movie:

Cal is a middle-aged family man whose wife Emily suddenly announces that she cheated on him and wants a divorce. This sends him into a tailspin until he meets Jacob, a local hoe who has perfected his routine for hitting on women, who decides to help Cal rebuild his confidence. Cal gets into hookup culture but is still miserably pining for his ex wife, Emily tries to move on but can't let go of Cal, and Jacob meets Hannah, who breaks through his player persona and changes his perspective on relationships. Meanwhile, Cal's son Robbie inappropriately tries to pursue his babysitter Jessica, while Jessica has her (far too young) eyes on Cal. In the end, Cal and Emily are still separated, but everyone's emotions are out in the open and there's hope they may reconcile.

The film believes that earnest expressions of love are always worthwhile and can change people, and also that feeling deep love for someone when your feelings are not mutual can be a torment. I can see both of these ideas speaking to Third, and I think there are multiple characters in the film that he can connect to in some way. Cal, who is pining for the person he believes is his soulmate. Robbie and Jessica, who are both hopelessly in love with someone they can never have, but can't seem to let go. Jacob, who meets someone who takes over his brain and steals all his attention. But most of all, I think Third would want to see himself in Hannah, the girl who shook Jacob up so much that he stopped playing around and fell in love.

And in this episode, Third starts to get a taste of that reality, only to have the rug cruelly pulled out from under him when he realizes Khai has been intentionally testing him to figure out his feelings. The episode is constructed to bring us along with Third as Khai's behavior toward him suddenly becomes more attentive and solicitous. Third struggles with himself as he begins to believe Khai's feelings for him are changing in the way he hoped, and also tries not to let himself believe it. We wonder right alongside Third what's driving the change in Khai's behavior and start letting our guard down, only to have it revealed that this is all a scheme Bone and Khai cooked up because Bone thinks Third likes Khai, and Khai wants to prove that he doesn't.

There's no defending this behavior: Khai is wrong to test Third in this way, no matter what he believes is true (and Bone is also an asshole for suggesting and encouraging it). To try to trick his friend into revealing something about himself, including things about his sexuality that he has every right to keep private, is horrifying, and Khai shouldn't have done it. He is telling himself there's no harm done because he's just confirming what he already wants to believe--that Third doesn't like him like that--but there's a big element to this that is more about assuaging Khai's own fear and anxiety, and he's prioritizing that over being decent to Third. If nothing else, being messed with and manipulated this way is humiliating and hurtful, and Third deserves much better treatment from his best friend.

That said, I like the way this scheme between Khai and Bone parallels the way Third and Two have been scheming in the previous couple episodes; Bone begins to suspect Third's feelings because of all of Third's attempts to get Khai's attention without actually confessing. All of these boys need to grow up and talk to each other rather than playing these games, and it's telling that Third and Khai were both led down this stupid path of manipulation and lies based on advice from their mutual friends. These dudes are simply not equipped to be helping each other through these emotionally complex situations. Their behavior feels right for emotionally immature young men fueled by toxic masculinity, but lord do I want to give them all a good slap.

This is the first time in this story that Third's anger feels proportional to what Khai did, and I appreciate that the way the episode is shot and framed makes it feel different than his previous self-inflicted sadness. Crazy Stupid Love is a smartly constructed movie that intentionally holds back information and uses surprise reveals to reframe character interactions and relationships in crucial moments, and I love that the show borrowed from that style for this episode. As a result, we experience the same emotional whiplash that Third does, and his sense of betrayed anguish at the end lands much stronger than any previous iteration we've seen from him. I continue to be really impressed with how the show is using these films to inform the themes and construction of the story for each episode, it's well done.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hiii!! i love your writing sm!! i was wondering if u could do like pregnancy headcanons with roman and if not that’s totally okay! have a good day 🫶

I love you anon!!! thank you for enjoying xx <3

pregnancy: roman

ᝰ you’ve been married a while when it happens

ᝰ and when it does you’re ecstatic

ᝰ you’d talked extensively about having kids; you’d both made it clear that you wanted them, but they were NOT going to be raised like you and roman were

ᝰ never raise your voices, never ever hit

ᝰ you want to do some big thing to tell him but you’re just too excited

ᝰ and you know he’d rather you just blurt it out

ᝰ so you do

ᝰ “rome!” you call, pregnancy test clutched behind your back

ᝰ “kitchen!” he calls back

ᝰ he’s in the middle of making you breakfast at the stove

ᝰ you go over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek

ᝰ you wait for him to turn entirely before taking the pregnancy test out from behind your back

ᝰ he half kisses you before realizing

ᝰ “is this…?”

ᝰ “yeah.”

ᝰ the minute you confirm, he tosses the test onto the counter and hoists you into his arms

ᝰ you laugh giddily as he spins you around

ᝰ you’re both laughing once he puts you down

ᝰ he cups your face in his hands

ᝰ it’s really happening

ᝰ he’s been so in love with you for so long

ᝰ he’s always known you were supposed to be the mother of his children

ᝰ his heart is bursting

ᝰ he peppers your face in sloppy kisses

ᝰ the first ultrasound, he’s there, of course he’s there

ᝰ he’s gripping your hand the entire time

ᝰ his knuckles are literally white

ᝰ “baby, it’s just ultrasound gel,” you tell him as he death stares the ultrasound tech

ᝰ he strokes the back of your palm

ᝰ the tech begins sliding the wand around over your uterus

ᝰ and there’s the baby!

ᝰ “healthy and growing,” the tech announces with a smile

ᝰ roman cries

ᝰ you take the sonograms home

ᝰ he takes one and frames it

ᝰ “it’s going in my office,” he tells you, thumb brushing gently over the baby’s head

ᝰ and you know it’s going to be put right next to the framed photo of you on your wedding day

ᝰ your pregnancy progresses healthily

ᝰ roman is the most attentive, loving partner on earth- your pregnancy only intensifies that

ᝰ he literally makes you your hellish cravings

ᝰ “baby, have you eaten your snack? you need to be eating five times a day,” he says almost every day

ᝰ he’s been researching

ᝰ he probably knows more than you

ᝰ as your pregnancy goes along, he starts laying around with you, head on your stomach

ᝰ he talks to the baby sometimes, peppering your belly with kisses

ᝰ it hits him when you start showing

ᝰ “you’re so gorgeous,” he makes sure to tell you constantly

ᝰ the gender reveal is just the two of you

ᝰ you don’t do anything crazy, it’s just some colored cake you’ve been craving

ᝰ it’s blue!

ᝰ you both cry

ᝰ but you know how important this is for roman specifically

ᝰ he’s going to give his son everything he never had

ᝰ he’s going to do all of the father son things his dad never did for him

ᝰ once your mobility gets limited, he refuses to let you do anything around the house

ᝰ he’c cooking, he’s cleaning, he makes endless amounts of time for just you

ᝰ he spends as much time as he can with you

ᝰ just so you’re both spending time together

ᝰ whenever you get sad or upset, he’s right next to you, holding your hand, kissing your cheeks, stroking your brow

ᝰ refuses to let you think you’ll be a bad mother

ᝰ “you’re the center of my universe, and you’ll be the center of his, too,” he murmurs to you

ᝰ you’re on the couch one night, and you can’t move to take off your socks

ᝰ it’s so frustrating; you can’t do anything for yourself anymore

ᝰ before you know it, you’re tearing up

ᝰ roman has a sixth sense regarding your emotions

ᝰ he peeks out of the spare bedroom you’re converting into a nursery

ᝰ “hey, what’s going on? talk to me, baby.”

ᝰ he slides onto the couch with you and presses a kiss to your cheek

ᝰ “socks,” is all you can say through tears

ᝰ he leans over and yanks them off, then chucking them across the room

ᝰ he pats his chest

ᝰ so you lean into him, stretching out along the couch

ᝰ he loves you so much

ᝰ and he loves your son just as vividly

ᝰ all of a sudden, you’ve gone through labor, and you have your son in your arms

ᝰ roman held your hand the entire time, cooing at you and yelling at the doctor when they refused to let you get an epidural because they wanted you to go ‘natural’

ᝰ you scoot over in your hospital bed, and he climbs in next to you

ᝰ he puts us arm around you, pulling you close

ᝰ he kisses your forehead, then your lips, then the small boy cuddled up to you

[medusapelagia]

Learning to Love 1

(Part 1, Part 2...)

This fic was supposed to be a pinch but in the end wasn't needed anymore so it collected dust in my Scrivener’s file for a few months. A HUGE thank you to @mystrade-lecroft that was my beta ages ago!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy Tags: enemies to lovers, no upside down Words: 1117

Billy hasn't talked to Steve since the fight they had at Byers’ house, when he found his little step-sister alone in a stranger's house with the other two boys and Harrington.

There was a reason they were all there. Lucas and Max had gone on a little nerd date and the kid's bicycle got a flat tire so he called his best friend, Dustin, who called his best friend, Harrington, who picked them up with his car and drove them to the Byers’ to fix the bicycle.

Billy knows Max and he knows she may have gone with Lucas even if she was grounded just to piss him off, but his father wasn't going to listen to any kind of excuses so Billy had to defend Max's honor, she was his sister after all. It doesn't matter if they don't share the same blood, she is family now, and even if most of the time Billy can’t stand her, he was not going to let anyone put his dirty paws on her, ok?

That’s why he got so mad at Harrington when he lied to him about his sister. Pretending she wasn’t there when he could see her staring at him from the window.

They fought hard, and Billy took Harrington by surprise, crashing a plate on the side of his head and punching him in the face until he laid on the ground unconscious. Then he took Max's arm, who was still screaming something about him being crazy or some shit like that and dragged her to the car.

"Never do something like that again, are we clear?" He hissed in her face. And since that day she didn't, or at least if she did, she became sneakier. Billy doesn’t really care, the important thing is that his father is satisfied, and if Neil Hargrove is happy everyone at home is happy.

Does Billy feel guilty about punching Harrington? Maybe. But he did what had to be done and now the rich boy is keeping his distance from him and his step-sister, which is good. 

Nobody knows exactly what happened, everyone assumed that they had a fight about some girl and even if the chief of police insisted, Harrington didn't file a report against him. Billy should be grateful, a report on his record would not look good, but he wasn't wrong assuming that the pretty boy was going to do something inappropriate with his sister, well, step-sister. After all, he is the one who took her to that house in the middle of nowhere when he could have just driven her back home. It doesn't matter that Max probably begged the high school boy not to, Steve should have known better and drove her home the same.

Billy takes his seat at the back of the class. Hagan on his right is complaining about something Carol did during the weekend when the teacher gets in the classroom and announces that she is going to give them a pop quiz. Everyone starts to complain loudly, while the woman gives them the tests telling them that they should already know the answers and that the test is to help them get prepared before the final test.

Billy doesn't complain, he was always one of the best students in every school he attended so he is not worried at all. He quickly fills the test and gives it back to the teacher who smiles at him and tells him that he can go out to grab a smoke if he wants, but he has to get back before the class ends because she wants to talk to him.

The blond guy raises an eyebrow, confused, he knows he did well on the test, why did she ask him to get back to class?

"Nothing to worry about." She keeps smiling and Billy nods, going outside, the cigarette in his mouth as soon as the door closes behind him. The blond boy loves smoking, he loves everything about smoking; he loves the rituality of taking the cigarette, putting it in his mouth, taking the lighters, and inhaling.

The first drag of smoke immediately calms him down. It doesn't matter if he is fidgeting, or anxious, or scared, when he inhales the world stops spinning and all his worries and insecurities disappear.

Billy stares at the parking lot, wondering how he ended up in a shit place like Hawkins, where the more exciting thing to do is go to the quarry, stare at the cliff, and wonder if to jump or not.

After smoking the cigarette to the filter, Billy gets back to class. There are just a few students left and Harrington is among them, still sitting at his desk with a big frown biting his pen anxiously.

"Time is up. Please give me your tests."

Harrington sighs, reads the questions one last time, and gives the test back to the teacher.

"Could you wait for a moment, Steve?"

The boy shrugs, his arms crossed in front of him to protect him from whatever the teacher is going to say to him.

When the teacher has collected everyone's assignment the only two students in the class are Billy and Steve.

"So, Steve, I know you are having some difficulties this year, but even if you left the basketball team to concentrate on your studies, I must say that it's not enough. I think you might take advantage of some tutoring. And I think that you and Billy could be a good match. So I wanted to suggest to Billy to tutor you to see if this can help your grades, what do you say?"

The chestnut-haired boy glares at the other guy "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson but Billy and I... we can't study together." 

"I'm not saying that you have to become best friends, but Billy is the class's best student and I'm sure he could help you. And some tutoring would be good for you, Billy. You are really intelligent but your behavior is a little bit... explosive."

The blond-haired guy nods, he knows that his behavior is not the best and that tutoring someone would definitely look good on his college application. But he also knows that he can't stay in the same room as Harrington, it would be like putting two lions in the same cage.

"Overcoming your differences could benefit both of you.” Mrs. Johnson insists “Would you like to give it a try?"

Steve shrugs and glares at Billy, "Whatever he says."

If Harrington thinks that he is too coward to accept the challenge he is fucking wrong. "At your place, tonight, after basketball practice." It sounds like a threat, and maybe it is.

[weird-is-life]

hi dear! could you maybe write bucky x short!reader and he teases her for it? just cute fluffy teasing you know ~ if u decide to do it, thank you!

Hi lovely, ty for this request!!🥰 I hope this is okay. Honestly, being a short queen would be great with Bucky🤧, warning: fluff, pet names, (0.6k)

It is no secret, that you are very short. And over the years, you have learnt, that sometimes it can be a problem.

Like it is right now. The light went out in the bedroom, more specifically the light that's hanging from the ceiling. And you don't want to not change it now in case you forget about it and later, when you will need it, have a problem.

Usually you'd have Bucky change the light bulb, but he isn't home yet, so it is up to you to do it. As you examine the height of the ceiling, you know you'll need a chair or two.

So the next thing you know, you are standing on top of a stool, that's on top of a chair. It's definitely not the smartest decision you've ever made, but what can a girl do?

In the middle of your 'mission', Bucky comes home. And when he finds you on that wobbly thing, his heart almost gives out.

"What the hell, sweetheart?" he immediately comes behind you, hand gripping your thighs to steady you.

"Hi, Bucky," you greet him, not really paying attention to his worried voice. And as you go on your tiptoes, the stool with the chair wobble dangerously. It is all it takes for Bucky to lift you up and put you safely on the ground.

"Hey...-," you frown at him, "why'd you do that?"

"You mean saving you from a fall, before you could break your neck?" he rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by your lack of worry.

"I was changing the light bulb and I almost had it," you scowl at him, "and it is perfectly save, I've tested it out."

"Why didn't you just wait for me, doll?" he groans, he doesn't want to come home to you doing this kind of dangerous stuff.

"Because I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself," you respond, as you try to climb onto the chair again. But you are not even one leg up on it, before Bucky is manhandling you away from it.

"Sweetheart, you are seriously trying to bring me a heart attack right now," he sighs and takes the new light bulb from your hands. It's a quick work and before you know it, the light is working again.

"Here, it's done," he announces with a proud smile.

"Don't be so smug about it, it's not my fault, that the ceiling is so high," you complain.

"It's not high...," he smirks, " you are just too tiny, sweet thing."

"I'm not," you protest, even though you know, you are, " the ceiling is just too damn high."

"Right, you aren't short, that is not the case at all, huh?" He teases you, hands squeezes your hips.

"Nope." You lie, trying to fight back the smile.

"No?," he raises his eyebrows," how come I need to get you everything from the highest shelf in the kitchen? Or how come I need to wipe the dust away on the higher bookshelves? Or how come i need to lift you up every damn year to help you decorate the higher part of the Christmas tree? Or how-"

"- fine Bucky, I give up, i think we both know the point was made," you frown some more at him and try to take a step back from his smart-ass.

"Oh come on, baby. I was just messing with you," he instantly pulls you closer with his hands on your back, "I love that you are short."

"Really? And why is that?"

"Because," he grins at you," I can easily do this." He kisses your forehead, he basically just starts to attack your face with kisses. And it is enough to bring a huge, warm smile to both of your faces.

If being short means, that Bucky will kiss you crazy, you can definitively live with it, and pretty happily, may I add.

[mpreg-consandvans]

"Your middle school bully was right: our music is gay!" say The Gruesome and Gorgeous, announcing four band member pregnancies

Article originally published by Metalcore Media Group, May 6th 2024.

Following in the footsteps of their good friends and labelmates, Rotgut Potluck, five-piece outfit The Gruesome and Gorgeous have announced that four members of their lineup are expecting children in the coming months.

Pictured above are the band's five members. Starting in the front row, going left to right, they are: bassist Wendell "Dell Harms" Hammond, lead guitarist and screamer Joseph "Skinny" Montaigne, lead singer William "Billy Valium" Schoenbaum, and keyboardist Blaine "Valium" Schoenbaum. Behind them sits drummer Dorian "DD" Biltmore.

I got the chance to interview the band as they prepare to play their final mini-tour before taking an indefinite parental hiatus.

Metalcore Media Group: First of all, congratulations to all five of you on your upcoming parenthood!

Skinny Montaigne: Thank you!

Billy Valium: God, yes, thank you! MMG has been such an incredible help in us getting our career off the ground that we only felt it was right that you guys get the scoop.

MMG: So, guys, let's get this out of the way - what inspired this sudden choice to collectively come out of the closet, both with regards to your sexual orientations and your pregnancies?

Dell Harms: I'll speak for myself - I was just tired of hiding. I'm a private person, but I see the way our country is going and I know that we need more queer people out on the frontlines being loud. If I have to be loud, I'll be loud and proud about the fact that I'm a gay man who's having another man's baby.

Blaine Valium: Based on the long discussions we had before deciding to do this, Dell's description goes for pretty much all of us, though with the nuance that all five of us are at least partially homosexual, but we don't all identify as strictly gay. I consider myself bisexual.

DD Biltmore: And I'm somewhere in the pansexual spectrum. Obviously, I'm also not strictly a man [DD Biltmore came out as non-binary in November 2022], so I don't really strongly identify with "homosexuality" as such, but as shorthand, I would still definitely consider myself "gay" or "queer".

Billy: All of which are things we had to really sort through before we made this decision. Obviously, with this tour coming up, it would've just sparked a lot of rumors, so we had to get out in front of the story, because it isn't something any of us is ashamed of and we want to be very clear about that. All of us are pregnant by choice.

Dell: Some, more choice than others [laughs], but yes, all ultimately by choice.

MMG: Let's expand on that. Who was the first to get pregnant and what was the story there?

Blaine: [raises hand] That would be me. After our last round of touring ended, I went home and spent a solid week with my boyfriend. He was...well, he was happy to see me, if you catch my drift.

[Billy laughs and shakes his head]

Billy: Okay, little bro, I think that's all we need to say about that. [He pats Blaine on the hand]

Blaine: But yeah, we got a little careless and I quickly realized that my cycle was out of alignment. I got the positive test on day 24 of being pregnant, or something crazy early like that. I immediately texted Billy and was like "Oh fuck, I'm sorry, I think I ruined next year's tour".

Billy: Ironically enough, I got that text while Dell and I were actively in flagrante and it was a real slap in the face. [Dell blushes] We've been boyfriends for about four years, for the record.

Dell: We are open, though. Both of us have a few other partners on the side, but we're definitely still very much together and very much in love.

Billy: Oh, baby... [Billy leans over and kisses Dell] you're damn right I love you. Anyway, Blaine texts, we're hot and heavy, I'm suddenly all aflutter, everything's fucked, the condom comes off or something...I'm still not 100%, but I'm pretty sure that was when Dell got me pregnant. The night was weird, so I don't think we talked about it much in the moment, since I was trying to goad my brother into giving me more details. That was that.

Skinny: After Blaine texted Billy, I was next on the list, since Blaine knew that I've actually been trying to conceive for a couple of years and he didn't want me to feel like he was slighting me by getting pregnant on accident when I've been actively trying and still couldn't make it happen. He's very conscientious about things like that.

Blaine: I try to be!

Skinny: And thankfully, I was having a generally good day, so I didn't take it personally.

MMG: To be clear, Skinny, you were interested in becoming a parent for a few years before this? Were you in a relationship or just generally aiming to have a child?

Skinny: I turned 30 during the lockdown and it really put some perspective in my life. I had been in a lockdown pod with Anjo and Stevie from Rotgut Potluck for like 11 months and they were discussing fatherhood a lot at that time. I found myself kind of realizing that I also wanted to be a father, even though I wasn't in a relationship. I looked into my options and they were mostly out of budget for me. Besides, if I may say, I'm pretty good at sex, so I figured it wouldn't be that hard to find a nice guy to put a baby in me and go. Turned out a guy wasn't the solution at all! [Skinny turns back to face DD and beams at them]

DD: You're so fucking corny! [laughs] But yes, it was maybe two days after Blaine's announcement that Skinny came to me and was like "I know this is crazy, but you're one of my best friends in the world and I want to have your baby."

Skinny: Okay, it wasn't that blunt.

DD: It was pretty blunt.

Skinny: I buttered you up with your favorite candy first and I promised it didn't have to become a thing, at the very least.

DD: But it did become a thing. And then I put my thing in your thing and now there's our thing growing inside you.

Skinny: [turning back to MMG] You see what I have to deal with? They're like that every day. Just as corny as me. Our kid's gonna be a 80% cornball by weight.

MMG: So that just leaves Dell's pregnancy.

Dell: This is one of those situations that I have to be very particular about how I say what I'm going to say about my own pregnancy. Despite being in a relationship with Billy, the chance that this baby is genetically related to him is maybe twenty percent. It doesn't ultimately matter, because either way, he and I are going to raise both our kids together as siblings, but based on the timing, there are definitely other partners of mine who are likelier to have seeded me.

Billy: Blood is meaningless to me, if I'm being honest. It's all arbitrary. As long as you have people who love you and want to be there to raise you as their own, the rest doesn't matter. Dell's baby is just as much my child as the one growing in me.

MMG: Obviously in the wake of Rotgut Potluck, we're seeing a lot of other guys in the scene start to be more open about their sexualities and relationships. Most recently, Rad Herman of Seeker posted an Instagram photo announcing his engagement to his male manager and the fact that he was pregnant with their third child. A lot of fans were shocked that he'd managed to hide two previous pregnancies. Do you think this indicates that the scene is getting more accepting of queer people and fathers?

Photo taken from Rad Herman's Instagram account.

Skinny: Without a doubt, I would say. I don't think we would've felt comfortable coming out without the amazing supportive responses the RP guys and Rad got from their fanbases.

DD: I think Rad is also an interesting case in general, because to those of us in the scene, he was very much not closeted about his orientation or his pregnancies. He and [manager Owen Steinbrenner] did not hide the fact that they were in a relationship at all and we actually toured with Seeker during Rad's second pregnancy.

Dell: Billy and I are even [Rad Herman's second son] Grayson's godparents, after the bonding experience we had on that tour. Rad and I are a lot alike, in that we both crave a private existence away from being famous. I even briefly considered going his route and trying to keep my pregnancy a secret from the public, as he did. Six years of that would be too much for me, though. Mad respect he managed to keep two entire pregnancies under wraps.

Billy: If I could just jump in, I also wanna give a shout out to a genuine hero of mine, who was holding it down for punk dudes having babies over 40 years ago: Sherm Whittaker of Needle.

Photo courtesy of Sherman Whittaker's estate, taken in September 1981, depicting Whittaker backstage after a Needle show at CBGB in New York City. He was four months pregnant at the time.

Billy: Needle is an incredibly underrated band and Sherm's drumming is a major reason why their music stands the test of time. He was a transgressive, rulebreaking talent, the kind you only get maybe once in a generation. The fact that he recorded that solo part on "Have I Forgiven You" while seven months pregnant with his daughter and it's almost unreplicable by even the most talented drummers today really demonstrates just how good he was. Of course, it also says a lot about how things were back in the day that his life ended up where it did.

MMG: Refresh my memory on that. I'm not very familiar with Needle, beyond [their first and only LP] The Trademark Trackmarks.

Billy: Well, a few weeks after he gave birth, he was kicked out of the band and shortly thereafter, couldn't pay his bills and got evicted. No place would hire him and he couldn't even get housing, so he and his baby girl were living in a shelter. All the while, Needle is releasing The Trademark Trackmarks, which is chock full of his work and he's not seeing a dime of the money because they didn't put him on the credits, but he doesn't have the resources to find a lawyer. He turned to sex work to make a living and eventually had to surrender his daughter to the state, because it was impossible to rely on the kindness of strangers in the dangerous environment he was living in. He fell into a depression and started using drugs to cope. One day, he misses an early morning meeting with his case manager, who comes to the shelter to look for him and finds him dead in his bed of a heroin overdose. He was only 26, which is so beyond fucked up.

Blaine: Literally my age right now.

Billy: Exactly. If we were living back then, we'd have been in dire straits just for being men who love men and want to start a family naturally. Much love to Rad, Stevie and Anjo, and all the other guys in hardcore making the hard choices, because fatherhood is for many people, a privilege, but either way Sherm Whittaker is a goddamn martyr for us. Laws are written in the blood of guys like him who just wanted to live their lives and were beaten down by the system at every turn.

MMG: Turning to music, can we expect a change in the signature Gruesome and Gorgeous sound, now that you're all opening up about your lives and relationships?

DD: I don't think the new material we've been putting together is a big departure in sound, but I do think it will recontextualize a lot of our older work. Unfortunately for our fans, your middle school bully was right: our music is gay! It always has been.

[Other band members laugh]

Skinny: We always had hard moments and soft moments, but now everybody knows that that was mirroring a physical object in all of our lives that gets hard and soft. [Everyone laughs again] In the new stuff, I'm still screaming plenty and keeping my voice in even better condition than usual, since pregnancy has been changing my vocal range a little bit and I have to keep on top of that. We're still the same band we always were and we want to keep giving the fans what they want.

MMG: Can you tease anything upcoming?

Billy: [Glancing at Skinny] Well, we definitely will need a few more months in the studio before we start talking about any plans for another LP, but we can actually tease a few small things. Skinny and I were invited to do some guest vocals for a band we both adore.

Skinny: We can't say exactly which band, but let's just say that we were overjoyed and freaked out when we got the offer.

MMG: Is that...is it [Las Vegas happy hardcore band] Joyfreaks?

Billy: Shhh. [Holding a shushing finger up to his lips and winking exaggeratedly]

MMG: Well, guys, we're out of time, but thank you so much for giving us the chance to write this piece. Best of luck with your pregnancies and any upcoming music!

[nonscathingbullets]

Tea For Three

Daniel LaRusso x OC x Amanda LaRusso

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, adult situations⚠️

(Yes, Johnny already works at the dealership. I'm not crazy concerned with the actual timeline. This story is just for pure enjoyment.)

Category: Fluff, angst, romance, sexual tension, action, smut in places

Part 4:

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Chapter 3

Carter was exhausted from a day of running around the sales floor with Anoush. She was trying to convince her last customer of the day to purchase a White Mercedes GLC-300 on the left of the sales floor. She was in the middle of explaining the comprehensive safety features when she saw Johnny walk in out of the corner of her eye. "Perfect timing! Hey Johnny, why don't you take Mr. Foreman here out for a test drive?" She insisted.

"What? I just got back from a test drive. I haven't gotten a breather all day," he complained.

"Oh, please. That was your first test drive of the day, and we both know it. Come on, Johnny... please," she pleaded, peering at him with weary eyes. He sighed softly.

"Okay, fine. I'll go get the keys. Wait here, Mr. Freedman," he said, walking toward the office.

"It's Foreman," the client corrected.

"Yeah, whatever, Doctor Feldman," he replied, waving him off.

"I'm... not a doctor..." he mumbled, confusion apparent on his face. Carter couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't worry about him. He's a really cool guy. He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's got great taste in music. You like, Poison?"

"Yeah, they're awesome! Saw them in concert back in 89'" He responded enthusiastically. A big smile spread across Carter's face.

"You two will get along great, trust me," she beamed. A few moments later, Johnny came back with the keys and tossed them to the gentleman who caught them clumsily and hopped in the passenger's seat.

"Let's hit the road, Fulton!" He shouted. Mr. Foreman sighed before getting in the driver's seat and turning the car on. Carter sighed, relief washing over her as she walked to Amanda's office. Anoush shook the hand of the gentleman he had just finished up some paperwork with and handed him the keys to the sleek black audi he had just purchased before heading over to Carter.

"Nice work out on the floor today. I know you're not much of a people person, but you've really been crushing it. Great job!" He congratulated, patting her back. Carter grinned at his compliment, pride bubbling up in her chest.

"Thanks, Annoush. I gotta say, you're a good teacher. Thanks for your patience. I know I can be a bit of a slow learner," she admitted sheepishly.

"Not at all! You were awesome today. Now go take a load off. And hey, don't sell yourself short," he reassured her. She nodded at him softly before continuing to the office. She walked through the door, seeing Amanda, who was going over the inventory on her computer. She looked up from what she was doing and smiled as she saw Carter enter the room.

"Well, well. If it isn't one of our most valuable sales reps. Anoush was raving all about you today at lunch. You're a natural," she confessed. "Daniel is pretty impressed, too."

"That I am," Daniel announced as he walked up behind Carter. "Good job, sweetheart. We're extremely proud of you." Carter blushed as they both showered her with commendation. Daniel kissed her temple softly as he walked past her, placing reports on Amanda's desk.

"Y-you know... I normally wouldn't ask, but do you two mind if I cut out early? I promised Sam I would take her dress shopping," Carter requested. Daniel shared a smile with Amanda before speaking.

"Of course you can. I know you've been itching to spend some one on one time with her." Carter pulled him into a surprise hug, letting put a tiny squeal. He laughed softly as he hugged back. She released him after a couple of seconds and ran over to Amanda, sitting down in her lap. Amanda wrapped her arms around her, resting her chin on the top of her head.

"Just nothing too slutty, okay?" Amanda insisted. Carter laughed.

"Absolutely not," she agreed before pecking Amanda's lips tenderly. A small 'ding' came from Carter's phone, prompting her to take it out of her pocket and check the notification. "It's Sam, she's waiting for me outside," Carter hoisted herself from Amanda's lap, kissing her one more time before making her way back to Daniel and kissing him as well. "I'll see y'all at home," she chimed sweetly before heading out to Sam's car.

"To the house!" Sam announced. "After being at the dojo for three hours, I'm in desperate need of a shower."

"You're the boss," Carter stated with a smile.

As Sam was finishing up her shower, Carter changed out of her work clothes and into a summery black romper laden with sunflowers and small tassels at the bottom. Made sure to grab her transition glasses as it was extra sunny out and put them on as she wondered over to the fridge for a juice. She sat at the kitchen table, sipping her drink and mindlessly scrolling through Facebook when she heard a voice from behind her. "Yoohoo better than Cran-mango."

"Jesus Christ, Chozen, don't sneak up on me like that!" She shreiked. "I nearly pissed myself. What are you doing back so early? I thought you were still enjoying your week in Malibu."

"Couldn't relax. Too much happening to enjoy vacation."

"Cobra Kai?" She inquired.

"Hai," he replied simply. "Going to watch Bachelor now," he said before walking into the living room. Sam came out shortly after.

"I'm all set if you are."

"Alright, let's head out."

"What about this one, Sam? It's absolutely adorable!" Carter offered, holding up a light blue dress with wispy sleeves and a v neck. Sam shook her head.

"I mean, it's cute... just not exactly what I'm looking for," she explained. Carter put the dress back on the rack and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't actually scream 'adult', right?" She guessed. Sam chuckled.

"See, I knew you would understand better than dad," she stated, shuffling through the rack before grabbing another dress. "Ah-ha!" She held up an almost too short baby pink dress with straps and a ruffled skirt.

"Sam... I... maybe a different one?" Carter suggested.

"No, this one is perfect! I'm gonna go try in on. Be right back," she said, excitedly making her way to the dressing room. Carter heaved a heavy sigh, pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose. She knew she couldn't let her buy that dress. Amanda and Daniel would kill her. As she shuffled through the clothes in an attempt to distract herself, she noticed a familiar 6'5 silver-haired man walk up beside her.

"Well, well. Fancy seeing you here, Miss Balimond," his deep voice rumbled. Carter immediately tensed as she turned to face him.

"What the hell do you want, Silver?" She spat. He put up his hands defensively.

"Woah, sorry. I'm just here picking out something tasteful for a friend of mine...." he spoke cooly, "... and to deliver a message." Carter sneered at his smugness.

"Get the hell out of here. I'm not interested in what you have to say, and I sure as hell don't want you near Sam," she stated sternly. Terry's lips curled in a cocky smile as he stepped closer.

"And why does that matter so much to you? She's not even your child," he retorted.

"Damn near close. Now screw off!" Carter raised her voice angrily, her hands balled up into fists as she planted her feet firmly on the floor. Her heart was racing with fear and adrenaline.

"Calm down. You'll get what you want soon enough. But hear me now," his voice lowered into almost a growl. "Danny boy still seems to think he's got a handle on his life. Karate, aside, you three have it pretty good. But not for long. It took me nothing at all to find out where you would be today, and I can do it again. So tell him to back off, or there will be a rocky hill ahead... for all of you," he threatened darkly.

"You don't scare me, you piece of shit," Carter dismissed. Silver absentmindedly skimmed through the clothing on the rack in front of them.

"Right. And a kitten isn't afraid of a wolf," he remarked.

"Whatever you say," she responded flatly.

"Well, it seems they don't have what I was looking for. I suppose I should take my business elswhere," he commented before exiting the store.

"Fucking prick," she grumbled.

"So, whadaya think?" Sam asked as she stepped out of the dressing room. She turned around, revealing almost her entire back. Carter studied the skirt of the dress and could swear she could see the bottom of Sam's butt.

"Sam... I don't know hun. Not that it's not cute or anything. It's just a tad... revealing," Carter confessed, already feeling the tension rise. Sam scoffed.

"Come on. It's not that bad," she argued.

"Sam, I can see your ass and your entire back. I know you like the dress, but I'm sure there's another one that's not as, well, trampy," Carter pointed out. Sam's expression shifted from slightly annoyed to pissed off.

"Are you serious right now? I thought you'd be cool about this."

"Sam, I'm sorry, but it's a no-go. Come on. We can find something else," Carter insisted.

"No. I'm getting this one," Sam said sternly. Carter was becoming fed up with Sam's petulance.

"No, you're not."

"You know what? I thought coming out with you today would be fun. Looks like I was wrong," Sam spat, throwing them dress at Carter and storming out.

"Samantha LaRusso, get back here right now," Carter commanded loudly.

"Just leave me the hell alone!!" Sam screamed. "You're NOT my mother, so why don't you do me a favor and stop trying to act like you are!!! God, I wish you never moved in with us!" Carter's heart dropped to her stomach, and she stood frozen in shock as she watched Sam leave. Tears pricked her eyes, threatening to spill an ocean onto the tiled floor. After a few moments of processing what just happened, she took her phone out of her purse and texted Daniel.

Carter remained silent the whole ride home. Daniel made several attempts to get her to talk to no avail. She knew if she spoke, she would break down right then and there, so she did her best to hold back the tears until they arrived at the house. As soon as they pulled into the driveway and Daniel cut the engine, she bolted inside, ignoring everyone as she made her way to the on-suite in their bedroom. She shut the door swiftly and turned around, leaning her back against the wall. Her back slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, and she hugged her knees to her chest, crying into her arms. A few moments passed before she heard a knock on the door.

"Carter... may I come in?" Daniel's voice came from the other side of the door. Carter didn't respond as she continued to cry. He opened the door slowly and stepped through, seeing Carter on the floor. "Sweetheart." Daniel knelt down and put a hand on her arm. Carter slowly lifted her head, looking up at him. "Amanda is talking to Sam now." He told her, wiping under her eyes with his thumbs.

"She's angry with me still, isn't she?" She inquired faintly. Daniel laughed gently.

"Well... she's not particularly happy." Carter sniffed in an attempt to dry up the rest of her tears.

"I never meant to make her feel like I was trying to be her mom. I only want what's best for her... I would never try to undermine you or Amanda. I know I'm not her parent," Carter explained shakily. Daniel stood up and grabbed Carter's arms gently, hoisting her up with him. He looked down at her lovingly.

"We know Carter. Listen, when it comes to the kids, the way you handle situations will never be perfect. Today, you did exactly what Amanda would've wanted... and me too. But Sam is a teenager. And our relationship situation isn't exactly the norm. It's just different for her." Carter's eyes began welling up again.

"She said she wished I never came to live with you all..." Carter rasped. Daniel's heart broke for Carter.

"She doesn't mean it. I know it hurts. Trust me. The first time she told me she hated me, it took everything in me not to cry in the bathroom. It's something no one ever prepares you for. Just give her some time and a little space." He did his best to reassure her. She knew he was right, but it still hurt. "I'm gonna go talk to her. In the meantime, pick out a nice dress. Amanda made us reservations at Embers." Daniel kissed her forehead before turning towards leave. Carter grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait, Daniel... there's something else." He looked back at her, confused.

"What is it? Something else happened at the mall today?" He questioned suspiciously. Carter gulped nervously, afraid of how he would react. He could since fear in her hesitation, which only caused him to worry more. "Baby, what is it? What happened?" He asked a bit more sternly.

"It was Silver," she stated. "Somehow, he knew exactly where we would be, and he followed us to the mall." She could tell Daniel was already becoming enraged, so she grabbed his hands in an attempt to keep him calm. "Don't worry, he didn't hurt us. Just made some vague threats and left." Daniel took a deep breath in then exhaled slowly.

"What exactly did he say?"

"Something about our lives becoming rocky if you continued with karate... Daniel, do you really think he's capable of ruining our lives?" She inquired fearfully. Daniel pulled her into a tight hug and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"He's capable of a lot... but I won't let him become capable of this, alright? Johnny and I are going to stop whatever he's planning. We already know we've made it to the Sekai Taikai. He's probably just trying to throw me off my game, but don't worry," he mumbled soothingly into her hair. "I still can't believe that bastard followed you. I have half a mind to go kick his ass right now, but i know that won't do any good."

"He's such a piece of shit," Carter grumbled.

"I'm sure you told him as much," he chortled, giving her another kiss on top of her head before releasing her. "I'm gonna go let Amanda know about your run-in with Silver. Now relax. You've had a rough day," he commented before leaving the room. Carter took a couple of deep breaths, allowing herself to process the events of the day. Decidedly, she opted to take a nice hot shower to help calm her nerves for a night out.

Part 2:

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 5: Royal Announcement

It’s been a few months since I first came to Auradon, and I must say I’ve managed to settle in fairly well. My ‘initiation’ that Chad had mentioned turned out to be me being bombarded by silly string in the middle of the night by the fencing team. I swear if it weren’t for Binx I would have jinxed them into croaking like frogs.

My magic classes include potion-making, antidotes and anti-don’ts, hexes, jinxes and beyond, and Goodness 201 (advanced goodness class). When I asked why I had to take a goodness class Fairy Godmother said it was “to prepare for distributing good deeds with our magic.” It’s just a bunch of please and thank-you's mixed in with helping the poor and needy, and in all honesty it’s the most boring class I’ve ever gone through. Fiona, daughter of Fauna (as in Flora, Fauna, and Merriweather) became my unapproved tutor. She’s constantly reminding me of what I’m doing wrong- and I’ve come close at least 5 times of cursing her perfume to smell like a skunk.

I also got to meet other, more friendlier students, such as Tiffany and Doug. Tiffany, daughter of Tiana and Naveen, is the best cook I’ve ever had the pleasure of taste-testing for! She definitely inherited her mother’s talent for cooking, and her dad’s talent of dancing. Every time I visit the kitchen she’s waltzing around whipping up some new recipe, and is always looking for test subjects.

Doug is just as good a friend. He’s my study partner, and basically knows every textbook cover-to-cover. Unlike Ben, Doug supports my ingenious prank ideas and sometimes comes up with his own ideas- such as letting a squirrel loose in Audrey's dorm. After ten minutes of her banshee scream I let Binx and Twilight chase the poor creature out. Audrey then appeared to see me as an important ally in regards to pest control and has become somewhat less bitchy ever since.

Right now we’re being taught about illumination vs flame spells. Hopefully I won’t set anything on fire this time!

“Now, instead of saying ‘illumincerate,’ I want you to recite: lumicious!” Fairy Godmother announces with a very enthusiastic grin.

“Lumicious,” we all chant in unison. Sure enough, a tainted pink light appears in the palm of my hand- and it’s not fire!

My success causes me to start clapping and cheering (something surely from my Mom’s side), leading to the others to look at me with confused stares. I try to calm down and go back to being quiet and discreet.

“Magica, Prince Ben has requested your presence,” I hear Jane say from behind me.

She appears to be nervous around the other magical students, so I quickly follow her out to provide some comfort.

“Don’t worry about them- their bark is far worse than their bite. You just need to know how to navigate a conversation with them without spelling them to sleep.”

Jane frowns. “Why would I do that?”

I snicker. “So you don’t have to talk to them.”

She gets the joke and gives a carefree laugh. “I wish I was as good as being popular as you!”

W-What?

My smile twitches. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on! You’re, like, one of the most adored kids in the school, Magica! Everyone likes you. You’re so nice and helpful, talented…”

I see her face drop and I put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, hey. Jane, you’ve got something I will never, ever have. I can’t exactly say what, but just know that you are very fortunate in the family department. I don’t want to be ‘cool’ or ‘popular.’ I never asked for that, and I don’t want it. So if you’re cool with me hanging out with you and hiding from all the snobby stuck-up princesses,” I give her a quick, tight hug. “Then I’d really appreciate it.”

Thankfully, my input seems to lift Jane’s spirits. “So, how’s it been being the Royal Advisor?”

I tilt my head. “You know, it’s kinda just a job that means saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to Ben’s crazy new ideas. Did you know last week he asked if we should try exploring the Trident Seas? I told him we should focus more on international matters before worrying about diplomatic expeditions. Seriously, Ben says he’s grown ‘more mature’ and ‘wise,’ but at times he’s still the scatterbrained boy I grew up with. A truly good heart, but not so much in the think-before-doing department.”

We get to Ben’s room and Jane leaves me to deal with the new appointment with the soon-to-be king. Inside, Ben is trying to stand still on a pedestal while the royal tailor measures him, although he’s much too fidgety to get any proper work done.

“Greetings, my liege! How might I serve thou?” I announce dramatically with a curtsey.

Ben rolls his eyes and gives an annoyed grunt. “Enough with the fancy talk, Sparks. I don’t have the patience.”

“Note taken. So, what service do you require from me today?”

“I’ve… kinda got a new proclamation. A royal announcement, if you will.” Ben points a finger.

I give the tailor a look of apology. “And… this couldn’t wait until you’re not as… occupied?”

“Ugh,” Ben groans as the tailor gestures again for him to stand still. “Another fitting, yeah. I can’t wait- it’s too important!”

“What’s too important?”

Just then, King Beast and Queen Belle themselves enter. I must admit, I’m surprised they’ve grown to like me in the past few months. One might say they’ve all but adopted me as part of the family.

King Beast shakes his head, smiling. “How is it possible that you’re going to be crowned king next month? You’re just a baby!”

“He’s going to be sixteen!” Queen Belle swats his arm.

While they do small bickering back and forth I take a moment to get out some paper and a fountain pen to write down any notes Ben has for me.

“I’ve chosen my first official proclamation.” Ben looks at me for support, and I give a warm smile. “”I’ve decided that the children on the Isle of the Lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon.”

Wait- what?

Did I hear that right? Ben’s requesting that more villain kids come to Auradon Prep? Not that I’m opposed, it’s just… I’m opposed! If supposedly ‘good’ kids like Audrey and Willow can be bratty jerks then I don’t even want to know what evil-rooted villain kids are like!

Ben’s parents seem to share my feelings, because they’re already arguing.

“Every time I look out there I feel like they’ve been abandoned!”

“The children of our sworn enemies, living among us?” Ben’s dad questions with steep doubt. “Magica is an exception, but how can you wish that kind of evil upon our kingdom?”

I’m… an exception? Um, thanks, I guess? But I must admit a part of me does feel guilty that I’ve been able to build a stable, ‘good’ life in Auradon while there must be other kids on the Isle that wish for the same thing.

“Everyone deserves redemption,” I add to help back Ben up.

Ben gives me a bright smile. “Exactly! Just look at how Magica’s come to terms with being good! She’s proven that a descendant from a wicked witch can choose to be good and helpful!”

This sends Ben’s parents looking at each other with nervous, anxious glances.

“Have you decided on which kids to invite first, or is it a free-for-all?” I ask.

“I’m getting to that,” Ben points to me. “Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the Evil Queen, and… Maleficent.”

Queen Belle gasps and King Ben’s mouth drops. “She is the most evil villain in the land, Ben!”

Ooh, Maleficent. From what I’ve heard, even my Aunt Winnie was afraid to tangle with the infamous dragon queen. Although not as big of a temper, Maleficent’s powers far surpass my family’s coven. Not that I’m afraid of her or her daughter, but I am curious as to how much Ben has thought this selection through. Cruella? Alright. Jafar? Why not? Evil Queen? A bit egotistic of herself but not everyone’s perfect. But Maleficent? One could say inviting any kin of hers is a recipe for disaster. I know he just wants to make his parents proud, but to what extent? In a way, he’s using these kids to prop up his image to make him seem more inclusive.

“We could let them stay for a semester and see if they can learn to fit in with our society?” I pitch. “I’d personally see to any magical mishaps.”

Ben gives me a thank-you thumbs up, while his parents are still stewing over the new idea.

“I suppose it would be a fresh perspective to invite other kids to the school…” Queen Belle thinks out loud.

King Beast still seems unconvinced, but says no rebuttal. “Very well. But remember, son, they’re your responsibility.”

I scrunch my nose. These are people we’re talking about, not dogs. Why are we acting as if they can’t think for themselves?”

“Well done,” Queen Belle whispers to Ben before she turns to leave with her husband.

Ben gives a surprised smile, but still seems unsure.

I walk up and pat his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll make them proud. I know it. But I do have one condition for this new proclamation.”

Ben goes back to the impatient tailor. “What’s that, Sparks?”

I hold my head confidently. “Keep the charade that I’m an orphan. Don’t tell the new students I’m a VK. If they do plan on double-crossing us then I don’t want them to see me as an edge.”

Ben waves it off. “They won’t, Sparks. We’re offering them a second chance-”

“Yes, but even I have my doubts. Call it intuition, call it a foreshadowing spell, but I don’t trust anyone but my father and you. Don’t make me become torn between sides, Ben. I can’t promise I’ll be able to control my powers when extreme conflict breaks out.”

“Jeez, relax Sparks! You’re talking all mystic-magic like. It’s kinda creepy!”

I scoff. “Do not insult me by pretending to know anything about being cursed with this, Ben. You’re already the poster child for the good guys, at least give me leverage to be seen next to you as an advisor, and as a friend.”

“Aw, c’mere Sparks.” Ben wraps me up in a hug. “Don’t worry too much. You’re the best Advisor I could ever ask for, and you’re fitting right in!”

I smile. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

And maybe I can help these new VKs fit in too...

[scribblestatic]

I'm on my chubby izu brainrot fr

(tw fat shaming, as usual)

First Trial: 50-Meter Dash

Of course, the buff speedy guy, Iida Tenya (from the Iida Family!!) took the fastest time at 3.04 seconds. However, the other times aren't to be ignored. The girl with the frog quirk, Asui Tsuyu, finished in just over 5.5 seconds.

Some claimed to shave off several seconds of their middle school times, like the flashy boy, Aoyama Yuuga. Others only ran just a few seconds faster, if the times changed at all.

Then, it was his and Kacchan's turn. The two stretched before preparing to shoot off.

"So, you ruined my goal of being the only one from our shitty school to get into U.A.," Kacchan mutters.

Izuku cautiously glances over bent slightly to prepare for running. But Katsuki grins at him, eyes crinkling.

"But you're gonna get kicked out just as quickly. What a fun first you're gonna have, quirkless lard ass!"

"START!" the robot's voice announces.

Katsuki splays his hands and fires off, one of the explosions going off near Izuku's face. Although his eyes burn with the sudden brightness, Izuku shuts them tightly and runs with his eyes closed, waiting for stars to quit bursting in his vision.

Kacchan finishes in 4.13 seconds.

As he looks down at his hands, he mulls over how using both of them reduced his overall output. Curious, he glances back to see how far behind Izuku is.

To his mild surprise, he passes the robot with his eyes squinted open, a slight burn mark on his nose.

"6.69 seconds."

Izuku stumbles to a stop, rubbing at the burn on his nose as nervous sweat seems to come off of him in a nova. Moreover, unlike some of the others, he doesn't appear to be out of breath, simply breathing just a bit heavier than usual from exertion.

"Wow..." A boy with tape dispensers in his elbows knocks one against another boy with yellow hair and a black streak, a grin on his face. "He beat you, man."

"Am...am I really that out of shape?" the boy, Kaminari Denki, mulls, thinking back to his 7.38 second time.

But Ochako reaches over, patting his shoulder. She herself got a 7.15 second time.

"Don't worry about it. He's got crazy stamina!"

Just thinking back to how quickly he recovered after Recovery Girl gave him a kiss still makes her wonder just where he got all that energy from. She was down for almost the entire rest of the day just to sleep!

"Oh. Huh... Is that his quirk?"

"Uhm...I don't actually know," she replies, shrugging sheepishly.

"Hmmh..." Katsuki simply glares at Izuku before moving on, the chubby boy following after to rejoin with the others.

As they approach, Ochako waves at him in greeting. He sees her, his nose still red, but his cheeks soon join, and despite his still nervous demeanor, he waves back quietly.

"I'm so happy to see him here! As soon as we're done, I wanna tell him thanks!"

"Huh, thanks for what?" the tape boy, Sero Hanta, asks.

"Oh, uh... I kinda got in some trouble during the exam and almost got really hurt. But he rescued me from the zero-pointer!"

"Eehh? That huge monster robot? He confronted that thing??" another voice cuts in.

When they look back, it's Eijirou, though he laughs.

"Hah, sorry for being nosy."

"No, no, it's fine. But yeah! My ankle got pinned, and he ran into the dust cloud to rescue me! He was super cool."

"Whoa...that's manly as hell!"

"Yeah, no way I was gonna confront that thing," Denki admits. "I was fizzed out by that point."

The group continue talking about the exam as the next part starts. Izuku doesn't really hear them, going back to the quiet corner of the group with a boy, who, after some silence and sign language, introduces himself as Kouda Koji.

Second Trial: Grip Strength Test

From his constant work lifting and carrying heavy items, he had to strengthen his grip so he wouldn't drop anything. That thankfully translated well into positive results.

Izuku upped his middle school grip from 52 kgw to 95 kgw. Of course, he hears his result get completely overshadowed by two other people.

One is a tall boy with several arms attached with a membrane. Shoji Mezo pumps out a whopping 540 kgw. Another person, Yaoyorozu Momo, creates a mechanized gauntlet, pulling out an astounding 600 kgw.

Izuku looks down at his grip machine, dejected. But it's the best he can do so far. If he manages to not be last, perhaps he can improve his grip even more.

Third Trial: Long Standing Jump

Izuku doesn't even want to think about his results. Unless it's on a diving board, jumping has never really been his strongest suit.

He doesn't realize he surpasses about three or four students in his jump, making them anxious about their own results.

Fourth Trial: Sustained Sideways Jumps

Izuku hates them.

He almost wants to ask to not do them, but he knows better than to do that. After all, it's necessary to see where he is strength-wise.

However, when he'd done them in middle school, his classmates had always laughed at him. His belly and thighs jiggle with his movements, and they would have quite cruel things to say. The teachers wouldn't really do anything about it.

So, when it's his turn, he feels his heart clench, already thinking he hears someone whispering about how entertaining it's going to be. His hands tremble a bit, but he clenches them into fists, going to stand in the middle, waiting to start.

As he does them, he feels their eyes on him. He almost starts crying, but he holds it back, his face scrunched in mild despair the entire time. He manages to finish before the first tears start dotting his lower eyelashes, and he quietly shuffles back to the silent crowd, holding back a sniffle.

"Oh, are you okay?"

Izuku blinks, looking up at the pretty girl he first saw when he entered the class. Yaoyorozu Momo stands there, concern in her eyes. There's nothing cruel there, at least, he doesn't think so.

"Did you hurt something? We can ask sensei to--"

But Izuku shakes his head.

"N-No. I'm fine. Th...Thank you."

He sniffles again, managing a smile for her.

"Oh... Alright. Well, keep it up!" She balls her fists cheerily. "Do your best!"

His smile slightly shifts to something less put-on. It's...not often he gets encouragement from others. It's pretty astounding how instant of a salve it is on his heart.

"I...I will."

Fifth Trial: Pitching

Izuku watches in awe as Ochako's ball floats up past the stratosphere.

Yeah, there's no way anyone else is getting as good of a result as that.

As Izuku heads out to pitch, Ochako and Tenya murmur to each other.

"Midoriya's his name, right? He's not doing too well."

"He's doing okay, I think," Ochako hums. "I heard his grip strength was really good. I'm not so surprised about that."

"That's true. But he's not really done anything super outstanding. Most of his results are average or above average. I'm not sure if that'll be enough for him to stay."

"Hah!"

Katsuki shoves his hands into his pockets, grinning snidely as Izuku stretches his arms.

"He's just a quirkless fatass. You shouldn't expect too much from him."

That catches a few people's attention, the nearby kids perking up.

"Wait, quirkless? For real?" A short purple boy, Mineta Minoru, asks. "I heard the reporters talking about it, but I didn't think it was real."

"Oooh, so he's the kid they were talking about? I didn't even know he was in our class!" Ashido Mina laughs.

"Ehh, but...if I lose to him, I've really got no excuse..."

"That's kind of rude, Kaminari-kun," Asui Tsuyu ribbits.

"Eh...so...he's quirkless," Ochako murmurs, shock dawning in her expression.

He was quirkless during the exam, too. And despite not having a quirk, he was the only one who ran to save her. Tenya seems to come to a similar conclusion, his mouth open in shock.

"...Don't expect much from him, you said?" Momo asks, a slight frown on her face. "You don't know, do you?"

"Hah? Don't know what?" Katsuki grouches back.

"Well... His name is Midoriya Izuku, right?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

She looks over to where Izuku is, the boy glancing nervously at the crowd and sweating. A quick call from their teacher forces him to focus back on the throw at hand.

"I'm sure you've heard your ranking for the Entrance Exam. I'm not in those results as I got in under the recommendation exam instead. But if I recall...yes. I think you got second place, right?"

Being reminded of his failure, Katsuki's expression immediately sours. Shoulders lowered and anger clear on his face, he glared at the girl.

"Yeah, what of it?!"

Momo then points at Izuku, who is doing his throw.

His arm moves quickly, tossing the ball as far as he can. It touches down a bit away, though not as far as some of the other results. Still, for a quirkless person, it's quite far at 106 meters. It beats out several of the others, especially those without physically-enhancing quirks.

"He got first."

They all stare at her, so she clarifies.

"Midoriya Izuku got first place in the regular Entrance Exam."

It's quite as Izuku approaches the group, prepared to go back to the quiet corner again. But when they notice him, all eyes lock on him. Izuku squeaks, freezing up.

"...'You shouldn't expect too much from him.'" Hanta mocks quietly, covering his mouth. "Says the guy who got second place to him."

Beside him, Jirou Kyouka can't help but snicker.

But Katsuki barely hears them. Instead, all he hears is the blood rushing through his body, turning into a torrent of rage.

What the hell?

Who did this quirkless fatass think he was, coming in first? It was already implausible he passed in the first place, but he has the audacity to come in first?!

Katsuki was frustrated that he didn't get first place, coming in second. He vowed then that he would totally destroy whoever actually got the first place mantle to show them who really deserved it. For a minute there, he thought it was maybe Ponytail Girl was the one who beat him out, but she was some Extra Elite who got in through connections.

But he never once would've imagined the one who beat him out was that useless lard bastard!

His hands began to smoke. Then, he swiftly turns away, running full speed at Izuku.

The boy's eyes widen before he shuts them tightly, raising his arms to protect his face. That just irritates him even more.

"You shitrag! Explain yourself, Deku!"

He reaches out, ready to pummel him into the dirt. But pale wrappings suddenly tighten around his body, and his quirk, once thrumming under his skin, is suddenly dissipated, as though it was never there.

Katsuki grunts, the bindings pulling his head back and forcing him to shut an eye.

Izuku stays standing there for a moment, frozen up and waiting to be hit, until an irritated voice echoes over them.

"You."

All of the students look over to their teacher.

Eraser Head's hair floats ominously over his body, the wraps around his neck also hovering. He digs his fingers into the tough material of his capture weapon, eyes gleaming bright red. Indeed, concealed around his neck are the yellow and black goggles indicative of Eraser Head.

"I said you're using your quirks to test your limits, not to use it against each other," he says, his tone low and rumbling. "So what made you think attacking your classmate was a good idea?"

What the hell...

From the time they were four, no one stopped him when he went to whomp on Deku. Katsuki was better than him, so if Deku got in his way, the students and teachers let him do what he wanted. Deku was just a pebble in the road for him, just someone for him to step on and continue forward.

But the little bastard got it up in his head that he could cram himself into the sole of his shoe and carry himself forward with it. Now he's trying to detach from his shoe and fly forward, further ahead, using him as cannon fodder.

No way. No fucking way. He wouldn't allow it.

But his quirk doesn't answer him, Eraser Head glaring as his eyelids lowered.

"Pull this stunt again, and I'll expel you right here and now, saving everyone else the trouble. Understood?"

Katsuki flinches. Then, he stops pulling against the capture weapon, backing up. After a moment, it slips from around him, returning easily to Eraser Head with a light tug. Meanwhile, Izuku stares at the teacher with sparkling eyes, absolutely enamored by being able to see his quirk in action.

"Ughh...don't make me use my quirk unnecessarily," he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as his hair stops floating. He digs into his pocket and takes out eyedrops, putting one in each eye with practiced ease. "...Anyway, on to the next trial."

Izuku immediately goes to follow, though he flinches upon remembering Katsuki's there. He lowers his head and slinks around him, going over to the group. There, he finds himself surprised when a few students approach him.

"Hey, are you okay?! He didn't get you, did he?" an invisible girl, Hagakure Tooru, asks, her body language showing concern.

"That startled me, the way he just jumped out at you... Do you know him?" Ochako asks.

"Oh...uhm..." His face immediately starts turning red, not used to this sort of attention. "I...I'm...okay."

"Sensei was right to stop him," Momo huffs, shooting a glare toward him. "C'mon, we need to go to the next test."

"Yikes...that wasn't cool at all," Denki mutters.

"Jumping at a quirkless person like that is pretty bad, isn't it? I mean, as a hero, for sure," Sato Rikido murmurs, bending down toward a bird-headed student. While he doesn't reply by speaking, Tokoyami Fumikage hums his agreement.

Katsuki remains standing there for a moment before he grits his teeth, following after the others to the next test.

[starjxsung]

hi my angel! it’s so nice to hear from you again! i’ve missed you so much🫶🏻

a month kinda feels like forever sometimes, right? i’ve seen many stars and star shaped things and i’ve been thinking about your every time <3 and hoping that you’re doing well.

i’m so excited for the kitten video. i’m honored that you thought of me bc cat lady™️ is my brand! skz with kittens may just heal my life.

im picking up my wristbands for lolla at will call bc shipping was like $80😪 buuuut its beginning to feel so real for me too, it’s crazy. im really really nervous and excited. and im so excited for your ateez concerts too!! (pls send me some good yeosang/san pics pls i beg u). my bf got me two ateez albums for our anniversary but they still haven’t gotten here😪😪

ahhh for kdrama recs i’ve watched the tale of the nine tailed (because im in love with lee dongwook, it can be a lil bit too long sometimes though), it’s okay not to be okay and my demon! and i’ve enjoyed them, especially the last two! now im watching an anime named Nana (my sapphic dream💔)

im so sorry to hear the kitten story💔 it’s always so sad when they pass away, especially when it happens in your care😪 thank you for always helping the kitties out 💜 another cat gave birth at my grandma’s house and the kittens were very sick, only one of them survived and has an upper respiratory infection. but we’ve been treating it as best as possible. one of the older kittens stopped using his back legs and is currently at the vet receiving treatment to see if it’s any neurological disease or something. and im so so so sad about that too </3

as for the comprehensive exams, i barely studied because i have, what i suspect to be, ✨undiagnosed adhd✨ i passed one of them but the other one (which is a really stupid test in itself tbh. everyone was really pissed at that one bc it doesn’t really evaluate anything) was a hard fail😂 im not too stressed because i have a shot during next semester to pass it.

i,once again, am so glad to have heard from you <3 thank you (and momo, what a cute pic!!) for always rooting for me! my kitties and i are always rooting for you as well🫶🏻 i send you so much love from the middle of nowhere to the middle of nowhere. i hope you’re taking care of yourself too and taking time to do what you love at your pace🫶🏻

i love you bb! im here for you💘

-🐈‍⬛

STOP OMG I think of you all the time when I see anything cat related these days 😭 the love extends from me to you and back again like ten times over. I love you so so much

counting down the minutes until skz x kittens video. Jisung with kittens is going to heal me spiritually I just know it (though based on the teasers those kittens dgaf about any of them LMFOSODJFKFKDJ)

I cannot believe Lolla is so close like I swear we bought tickets yesterday??? And tour is going to be announced any day now im genuinely tweaking I need them to stay away until I save more money 😭😭 also I PROMISEEE to get the best Yeosang/San pics I am physically able to. I love you so much in my head we r going to every concert together and we have barricade seats.

Ahhhh I will totally check out your recs!!! I’ve heard so many good things about Nana and I bought a Nana keychain the other day despite not watching the show literally just bc it was so darn cute. Once I have my purse again I’ll post a good pic of it and if you like it I can buy you one & mail it to you !!! There’s a little boutique near my apartment that makes & sells them and they’re so cute you’d LOVE them

I’m so sad to hear about all the kitties :(( Momo had a respiratory infection when I found her and it was so sad watching her sneeze every 2 seconds and administering so many meds to her ☹️ I hope the RI goes away quickly and I hope the kitty with leg problems gets well and that it’s not a neurological issue, that’s so tough 💔☹️ thank you for always taking such good care of them, you’re such an angel 🫶💞

HEY you passed one exam though!!!!! That’s so major!!!!!!! You should be so proud of yourself my angel!!!!!!! Sending you all my love and I’m sure you can nail the other one on the second go around. Sometimes you just need a second try and that’s perfectly okay. You did your fucking best and that’s reason enough to celebrate ❤️💫

I love you so so much and I’m so glad to hear from you too my love. I get through my worst days remembering that people like you exist and I hope you’re taking the best care of yourself possible. precious cargo 🫶💫❤️💘💝 I love you !!!!!!!!! Pic of me and Momo (real):

[kilosch]

Journal Entry 10/18/24

Slow Start & Easy Friday Vibes: Woke up late again, no meetings to attend today. Fridays are always chill, and with it being a short week thanks to the holiday, there wasn’t much going on. Most of my day was spent reconciling everything I worked on this week and making sure the MCWs and CHWs were trained up—especially on referrals and transportation procedures. I’ve been putting a lot of effort into this transition since they’ll be handling more of the responsibilities once I leave.

Meeting with Vanessa (NP): I had a quick meeting with Vanessa (NP) to ensure everything was in place for the support team to take over my duties while I’m away next week. We caught up, and I filled her in on everything she needed to know before I’m gone. She told me, “Enjoy your vacay,” but I quickly corrected her, saying, “Nope, this isn’t a vacation—it’s PC 832 prep.” She just laughed and said, “Whatever, you’re away from us for a week.” We had a lighthearted exchange—nice to end the workweek on a good note.

Texting Nessa about Urgent Care Visit: I updated Nessa about my urgent care visit and how useless the advice felt. She responded with a “WTF” and laughed along when I joked about the situation. It’s nice to have someone I can banter with, even about annoying stuff like that.

NLCS Game 5 Disappointment: I watched Game 5 of the NLCS, and it was a complete letdown. The Dodgers lost 6-11, with the bullpen falling apart, making the series 3-2. Now, everything rides on Game 6 this Sunday. If the Mets take the series, it’ll be a crushing blow after all the momentum we built up. I just hope the team pulls it together—our World Series dream is still alive, but barely hanging on.

PC 832 Study Prep: After the game, I switched gears to prepare for PC 832. I’ve been reading the study guide provided by one of the instructors, which emphasized focusing on the POST 832 Student Workbook, Volume 2 - Law and Evidence, specifically:

Learning Domain 15 (Laws of Arrest)

Learning Domain 16 (Search and Seizure)

I’m really nervous about the written tests more than the class itself since passing this is my key to moving forward in the police academy. I spent some time on Quizlet, but I’ve been struggling with the legalese in the vocabulary—some of it feels overwhelming. My plan for the weekend is to focus entirely on LD 15 and 16 and clarify any tricky concepts during the class. I have to pass this, no excuses. I need to stay determined.

Family Dinner & Catching Up: For dinner, I went to my uncle’s house and caught up with him. We were chatting when his dog suddenly started throwing up. None of us knew what he had fed the poor thing—hopefully, it’s nothing serious. My uncle also reminded us that my parents are coming home next Wednesday, but I was already expecting that. I hope their return brings some stability to our home life—things have felt off lately, and it’d be good to have them back.

Wildfire News & FOMO: As if this week wasn’t strange enough, the LASD and LACoFD announced that the Bridge Fire—which was contained in late September—has re-sparked and is active again. What’s wild is that we’re seeing wildfires in the middle of fall. California really knows how to keep things interesting, I guess. I hope I don’t get pulled into anything crazy with LASD before my class next week.

Reflections & Determination to Pass: Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any depression today. Staying busy really seems to help distract me from those dark thoughts. But, weirdly enough, I’m already experiencing some FOMO thinking about missing out on work for a week. It’s like I don’t know how to step away without feeling guilty, even when I know I need to focus on this course.

I have to pass this PC 832 class. I’m determined, but I know I’ll need some help understanding the material, especially the legal vocab. I’ll spend the weekend studying as much as possible—I can’t afford to mess this up.

Here’s to hoping for a productive weekend and a Dodgers win on Sunday.

[halsteadlover]

Kisses and Bruises

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by @hereforhalstead: HI ITS ME XXXX Can you write one where a suspect flirts with you and pisses Jay off so he starts a fight and you bandage his wounds after?? You know we love the angst where he tries to act like he doesn’t care but he really does with your extra ✨spice✨. Love you bestie xxx

• Warnings: mention on rape, murders, just a tiny bit of spice.

• Word count: 5643.

• A/N: nothing to say honestly, that's shit like always 😭 hope you'll like this anyways, comment, like and reblog if you want. I love you all! 💕

“Guys we have a match,” you announced, walking to the rest of the team with the file containing the test results. “The DNA we found on each victim matches with Charles Foulger.”

You, along with your team, were investigating on a case of rape and killing of middle aged women. The man you were looking for had a preferential type: he mostly attacked wealthy women and that meant he was comfortable in the upper-class milieu, he blended easily with them and they mostly had brown hair and blue eyes. His modus operandi was always the same, he met them at some party or in some bar, he seduced them and then raped, strangled them and abandoned their bodies near garbage bins.

After months of investigating, you finally managed to find a valid suspect and this was Charles Foulger. He never cared about the DNA he left in the victims, because he knew, by not having his DNA in his CODIS, you’d never be able to link the murders and rapes to him. That was until then, when, during an interrogation, you managed to find his DNA from the edge of a glass from which he had drunk water.

“We finally got that bastard,” Voight commented “Let's go get him.”

You watched Charles Foulger out of the glass that separated you from him as he sat in the interrogation room with an almost smug expression on his face. He had his arms folded across his chest and he was incredibly calm for someone who was locked in an interrogation room.

Son of a bitch, you thought.

“Halstead, you question the suspect.” Voight's gravelly voice caught your attention. You brought your eyes then to Jay, your partner who was standing next to you, noticing how he was already looking at you instead.

He slightly touched - you didn’t know by mistake or not - his hand with yours and that simple gesture made you almost miss a heartbeat.

For a moment your head went completely blank, unable even to formulate a sentence with complete meaning.

Damn Halstead and the effect he always had on you.

The relationship you had with Jay was, well, a little hard to label. You had been a partner for almost three years and over time the simple physical attraction you felt for him began to turn into something more, something you didn’t know how to describe to be fair.

In the district it was no secret you were crazy about each other, everyone felt the tension and electricity between you two, whenever you were together everyone expected you to jump on each other at any moment. Everybody knew except the two of you.

“Halstead have you forgotten what I just told you?” Voight urged, casting a not so friendly look at Jay.

“No Sarge, I’m going,” he said and you tried to hide the giggle as you handed him the case file. You gave him a wink and Jay had to concentrate not to crash into the door.

He took a deep breath before opening it and entering the interrogation room.

“Finally Officer, I was starting to turn mold in here,” Charles said as Jay entered.

“It’s Detective and if I was you I’d wipe that stupid grin off your face,” Jay replied, sitting down at the table across from Charles and placing the case file on it.

“Why’s that, detective?” Charles asked, mocking Jay’s tone.

Jay didn’t answer right away. He opened the case file and one by one placed the photos of all six victims in front of Charles. He watched them for a moment before shrugging. “Never seen them before.”

“Maybe you just remember them like that,” Jay replied, taking photos of the corpses and placing them in front of the suspect. Jay watched his reaction and the way his breathing quickened slightly and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly, gave him all the answers he needed.

“As I said, detective, I’ve never seen these women.”

“Weird, because your DNA was found in all six victims. Can you explain to me how it got there?”

“The only thing I can think of is that I was framed.”

You almost jumped too when Jay slapped his hand hard on the table and stood up, approaching Charles. He wanted to intimidate him but that didn’t seem to work, in fact, he even seemed amused by that scene.

“This tactic doesn’t work,” you commented, your arms crossed over your chest as you watched Jay pursue the suspect to no avail.

“Why don’t you get that sexy cop who handcuffed me over here, detective?” suddenly Charles said, and those words made Jay’s blood boil in his veins.

He was talking about you, it was you who handcuffed him.

Jay kicked Charles’s chair so hard it knocked him to the ground. Your instinct was to go inside but Voight grabbed your arm, stopping you. “Wait.”

You sighed, disagreeing. You knew Charles was just trying to make him nervous and from the way Jay was reacting, that bastard was succeeding perfectly.

“Do you really think I’d let her get close to a piece of shit like you?”

“Well… She could certainly have fun,” Foulger replied grinning as he stood up. Jay grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face dangerously close.

“Listen son of a bitch…” It was Voight who interrupted the interrogation before the situation escalated, ordering Halstead to go out.

“Hey are you okay?” you asked Jay as soon as he walked out of the interrogation room, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down “You know he’s trying to get into your head, don’t play his own game.”

Jay snorted and nodded. “Yeah, I know,” he only replied, continuing to look at that bastard beyond the glass. He didn’t know why he was so pissed off, but the very thought of that pervert approaching you made him so angry, he didn’t want any son of a bitch to look at you in any wrong way.

He couldn’t explain it but he felt a sense of protection towards you, you were maybe the only person he could kill someone for.

“Clearly it’s not working what do we do?” you asked Voight.

“Let’s take him to the cage.”

In the next few hours Jay and other team members kept questioning him about things, pursuing him to confess to the murders and rape. It was all in vain, the prison threats, the intimidation, none of it worked, not even the cage. And it was at that point that Voight ordered you to continue the interrogation, to try a more calm approach towards him so as to make him trust you.

“But look there if it’s not a heavenly vision,” Charles said as soon as he saw you come in and Jay turned his gaze on you, mentally cursing. You tried to keep a calm and confident attitude, ignoring the nausea that man was giving you. “What are you doing here beautiful?”

“Foulger you better choose your next words carefully,” Jay threatened him, ready to knock him down just for the way he was looking at you. You walked over to Jay and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“It’s okay, I can handle him” you told him in a low voice, giving him a little smile in an attempt to convince him everything was okay.

Jay wasn’t convinced at all but he knew to try and break through with Charles you both had to play the part of the good cop and the bad cop and at that moment it was your turn to be the good one. He reluctantly walked away, leaving you alone with Foulger but staying close enough to hear the interrogation and intervene if necessary.

“Let me take your handcuffs off first,” you said taking the key from your trouser pocket and releasing him. A shiver ran down your spine as you perceive the way that bastard was looking at you.

“So Charles, there must surely have been a misunderstanding about this whole thing,” you started “Let’s just talk about this so we’ll solve everything and you’ll be free okay?”

“Whatever you want detective” he answered, looking at you from head to toe and licking his lips. “You’re not afraid to stay here with me don’t you? They say I’ve done bad things.”

“What bad things Charles?”

“You know what bad thing I’m talking about love.”

“Are you saying you did these bad things?”

“No at all detective,” he chuckled and shook his head slightly. “You didn’t answer my question though.”

You let out a small, fake laugh. “No Charles I’m not afraid, because you would never hurt me, would you?”

He bit his bottom lip and grinned, almost making you puke on his shoes. “No detective, there are many things I’d like to do to you right now but hurt you is not one of them”.

Jay had to refrain from not going there and smashing his face after hearing that phrase. From afar he continued to watch him hitting on you and you responding to his advances in an attempt to get him to confess. And it went on like this for an indefinite time, Jay leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest as he glared at Charles from a distance and he hated it, he hated that bastard was so close to you, talking to you.

“Detective I was thinking, you know my name but I don’t know yours, I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Is my name important?”

“Oh very much, I’d like to know everything about you. When everything will be cleared I’ll definitely ask you out” he said, pushing his chest out and moving closer to you. You faked a chuckle, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear pretending to acting stupid. “Who knows how many you have dropped at your feet.”

“Not many detectives, just the cutest ones.”

God please give me strength. Who the hell falls for that?

“Let’s get this sorted out so you can ask me out and, who knows what my answer might be.”

Charles chuckled, a sinister grin on his face and nodded. “I am at your complete disposal detective.”

“So, as my colleague already told you, unfortunately your DNA was found on the bodies of these killed women…”

“Detectives as I said someone’s trying to frame me, I have nothing to do with these murders.”

“Listen to me, Charles,” you said, looking him in the eyes. “I know you didn’t do it, I believe you, but a jury won’t believe it’s possible. The type of DNA we found, you know, is particular, a type of DNA we only find in certain situations, if you know what I mean. I really want to help you but if you lie I don’t know how… Let me help you Charles.”

“Fine…” he snorted “I had sex with them but that doesn’t mean I killed them.”

Well, at least he admitted he had sex with them.

You continued to subtly ask him questions about the victims and then divert the conversation to something else but at a certain point he stood up, positioning himself in front of you and your heart almost stopped.

“You know detective, I’m tired of talking about those whores.”

You looked him in the eye, trying not to look scared as he tried to intimidate you. “And what would you like to talk about?”

“You,” he replied, taking a step towards you and God only knew how much you wanted to shoot him in the balls.

“What about me?” you asked smiling and tilting the head slightly to the side in a flirtatious way.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

He nodded satisfied with the answer, moving closer to you. He bent slightly, so his face was close to yours. “You look like a woman who knows what she wants detective, in work, in life, in men. You’re looking for someone who knows how to satisfy all your desires.”

“And you think you can do that Charles?”

“Oh I know for sure I can sweetheart, you don’t have the slightest idea of how much I’d drive you insane. Those women… They were all like you, they wanted someone to dominate them, to make them feel alive…” he concluded with a whisper “I remember your nice colleague mentioned there were no cameras or microphones here, no one would ever hear me,” he continued, giving you a wink.

Is he seriously thinking about attacking a cop in a police station?

But before you could even react or say anything, Charles was no longer in front but lying on the ground as Jay punched him. You almost stopped breathing for a moment and immediately stood up, trying to separate them.

“Jay! Oh God!”

“Son of a bitch did you seriously think I was going to leave her alone with you?!” Jay exclaimed as he continued to punch him in the face. One punch for hitting on you, one punch for getting close to you, one punch for even thinking about hurting you. Jay seemed out of his mind, he didn’t even hear you keep calling his name over and over again, trying to stop him.

In a moment of distraction, Charles punched Jay in the face and the situation reversed, it was that bastard now punching Jay.

“For fucks sake stop it!” you exclaimed aloud, trying in vain to separate them. You weren’t strong enough to do that, not to separate two furious men fighting each other.

“What the fuck is going on here!” you heard Voight and never felt as relieved by his presence as then. Together you separated Jay and Charles, and while Voight held Halstead at bay, you handcuffed Charles and threw him back into the cage.

“Did you lose your goddamn mind Halstead?!” Voight yelled, slamming the door to his office behind him as all three of you entered. Jay’s face was sore, that son of a bitch had gone down hard.

“Sarge he just defended me, Foulger wanted to attack me and Jay prevented it,” you immediately responded in Jay’s defense.

“I don’t remember asking you a question Y/LN. I asked you a fucking question Halstead, I demand an answer!”

“Y/N is right Sergeant, I noticed the suspect got a little too close and I thought it was time to intervene.”

“Don’t bullshit me! Do I look stupid to you Halstead? Do you realize what you’ve done?! The whole case is compromised now! We’re lucking if he doesn’t sue the entire department and just because you can’t do your fucking job e let your feeling out of this district!” Voight exclaimed furiously, not even leaving you a chance to speak to explain the situation.

After that outburst from Voight, Jay was excluded from the case, although you tried a thousand times to get Voight to change his mind. You couldn’t help but feel guilty, it was your fault Jay reacted that way.

Following the fight with Jay, Charles was taken to hospital due to his broken nose and the situation worsened dramatically when he decided to sue Jay for excessive use of force.

It was nearly 8 pm and there was no one left at the unit except you who were filing the report on the incident with Charles. Jay had hardly talked to you after the incident, even refusing to have his hand and the wounds on his face treated.

He hadn’t replied to any of your messages since Voight had ordered him to go back home to freshen up and your thoughts couldn’t move from him, to how he was. You hated the thought of knowing he was in pain, especially when it was you he had hurt himself for.

You decided you’d end the report the next day, you didn’t want to be anywhere else but with him at that moment and that’s exactly why you found yourself driving to his apartment, after a stop to buy some beers.

You knocked a couple of times at his door before he opened it. Your heart broke as you noticed the scratches and bruises on his face, which he clearly hadn’t disinfect. An expression of surprise appeared on Jay’s face as he didn’t expect anyone to come visit him, especially you.

“Can I come in?” you asked with a small smile on your face, lifting the case of beer and showing it to him.

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter. “Why are you here?” he asked, taking the case of beer from your hands and going to sit on the sofa in the living room.

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” you answered sincerely, reaching for him “How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Hey look at me,” you said, noticing how he always tried to avoid looking you in the eye. He brought his eyes into yours and never before did your stomach tighten in a vise. “I’m so sorry Jay.”

“For what? It wasn’t you who punched me,” he retorted, almost jokingly.

“No, but you did it for me.”

“Y/N listen to me carefully,” he spoke in a firm voice, continuing to hold your gaze “None of this is your fault, if there’s anyone to blame here it’s that son of a bitch, not you.”

“Do they hurt?” you asked, pointing to his wounds.

“Only if I think about it,” he replied, giving you a small smile as you continued to look at him with a sorry expression. “I swear I’m fine, it’s just a scratch, nothing serious.”

“Why didn’t you disinfect them?”

He shrugged casually. “I guess I forgot.”

“Jay how do you forget to disinfect wounds? They could get infected.” You snapped and a look of confusion appeared on Jay’s face when he saw you get up and go to the bathroom. He rolled his eyes when he saw you return with the first aid kit. “Y/N that’s not necessary.”

“Yes, it is” you replied and from the way you were looking at him, Jay knew there was no room for objection. He sighed and sat on the edge of the sofa as he looked at you. You took a piece of cotton and poured some disinfectant before settling in front of him.

“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” he played, noticing how nervous you were.

C’mon Y/N it’s Jay, don’t act stupid, you kept telling yourself.

You weren’t sure why, maybe it was the way his green eyes sparkled so much as he looked at you, or his scent, but you felt like you were about to melt right in front of him. He didn’t take his eyes off you even for a second, as if he wanted to imprint every single detail of you in his mind.

“It’s going to burn a little,” you warned him, your voice low. He nodded and you rested two fingers under his chin to lift his head slightly for better access. Jay’s stomach did a flip and incredibly that contact of your fingers with his skin burned more than the disinfectant itself. “I’m so sorry,” you said, noticing the way he tried not to react as you cleaned the wound on his eyebrow.

“It’s okay, you’re not hurting me,” he replied, still looking at you. In reality he wasn’t very focused on what you were doing, rather on you, on the way you so carefully kept cleaning his wounds as not to hurt him, on the way you curled your lips slightly, a habit you used to have when you were focused on something. Having you this close wasn’t easy and in the dim living room light you were so fucking beautiful, it became almost unbearable.

“Jay are you listening to me?” you asked again, noticing he wasn’t listening to you in the slightest.

“Mmmh what?” he asked. Damn, when did you start talking? He hadn’t even noticed, enchanted as he was in looking at you.

You let out a little laugh, placing the used wad on the table and taking a clean one. “I asked why didn’t you reply to my messages. I was worried for you” you repeated as you began to clean his lip wound.

Damn it.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry… Well, I thought I messed with this whole thing…”

“No of course not Jay, I really appreciate you defended me but you know to be honest, I don’t like you have to hurt yourself.”

“Y/N, I’d take a bullet for you so don’t even say that,” he replied “Plus, you would’ve done the same.”

There was no need for you to even think about the answer because he was right, you would’ve done the exact same thing if the situation had been the other way around. “Yes, I would,” you replied with a small smile on your lips “But this doesn’t mean you exaggerated.”

“I know, but I don’t regret it, I’d do it again a thousand times” he replied, without the slightest hesitation.

“I’d rather you keep your job, it would be hard to find another partner.”

“Yeah very funny, you’ll have to go over my dead body before I’ll let you find another partner my dear.”

You laughed but stopped immediately when Jay’s face contracted into a pained expression after letting out a real moan as you pressed a little too hard on the wound in his lower lip. “Oh my god I’m sorry Jay, I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, hey it’s okay. It was just cold, you didn’t hurt me” he immediately said, seeing you freak out. He put his hands on your hips and only then you stopped, instantly freezing and blushing like a little girl. “It’s okay, you can continue”.

“Are you sure?” you asked, a little reluctant and not wanting to hurt him again but trying the hardest to not stutter.

“Of course” he smiled and that smile was enough to make a shiver run down your spine and make your heart skip a beat. Even more slowly than before, you started disinfecting the wound again, trying to ignore Jay’s hands that were still on your hips.

You couldn’t deny it, God, it felt so good, feeling his hands on you and your mind couldn’t think of anything else at that moment, except his fingers caressing you from above the shirt. You didn’t know if it was the heat of the apartment but the air suddenly started to heat up and pretending not to feel anything was extremely difficult.

You couldn’t believe how even a simple gesture like that caused such a reaction and you cursed yourself for it because you hated losing control of yourself, you hated how Jay managed to make you lose your mind so easily, you hated the effect he had on you. You hated it and loved it at the same time, because it was as if only with him you could feel so alive. He was the only one who could make you feel as if a fire burned inside you. No one had ever had that effect on you, no one had ever made you feel that longing for another person and you didn't know how to act or face it, trying to resist was so damn hard.

He was so fucking irresistible.

Jay, on the other hand, seemed on the verge of exploding, he had never put his patience on so much test as he did in that moment. He was aware it was wrong to feel those things for you, he knew it was not right to want you so badly because you were partners, you worked together, but it was also the only thing he could think about, whenever he was with you, his mind was filled with images of him touching you everywhere, kissing you and fucking you in every position he could think of and there was no way he could change that.

He knew keeping his hands on your hips and touching you in that moment didn’t help at all to calm down that desire he felt for you but he just couldn’t break away, he couldn’t convince himself to get away from you. God only knew how much he wanted to put his hands down and squeeze your ass until his fingers left marks on you.

“Why did you do it anyway?” you asked, almost in a whisper.

“What?” he asked back.

“Hit Foulger, I would’ve been able to defend myself from that bastard, you know.”

Jay thought for a moment what to answer but the truth was he didn’t know the real reason either. “Yes, I know. It's just that, I… I couldn’t stop. When I saw him so close to you I lost my mind,” he replied honestly, explaining as best he could what went through his mind in those moments. “I don’t know how to explain it, but just the thought of someone else putting their dirty hands on you makes my blood boil.”

His words almost made your knees so weak you feared you’d fall there in front of him. At that point you weren’t even cleaning his wounds anymore, you were much more focused on looking at him dazed.

“Anyone else other than you?” you retorted with a smirk, referring to his hands still on your hips. You almost stopped breathing as he squeezed you, instinctively drawing you closer to him and making you drop the wad from your hand in surprise.

Oh God.

“Exactly. I’m the only one who can do it.”

For fucks sake touch me.

You remained silent for a moment, your eyes continuing to alternate between his eyes and lips, thinking only and uniquely of how much you longed to kiss him, to feel his mouth on yours. The silence fell into the room wasn’t embarrassing, in fact, it was a silence that had never been as expressive as words. It was a silence filled with the desire, lust you felt for each other.

“Y/N don’t look at me like that” he whispered, sending a shiver through your body.

“Like what?” you replied as your fingers slowly and gently stroked his face, being careful not to touch the cuts and bruises. It was as if you were moving by yourself, as if you had no control over what you were doing.

“With those fuck me eyes. God you drive me crazy” he said, squeezing your hips so tightly in an attempt to vent the desire and frustration he felt. And you could feel it, you could see from the way he looked at you and touched you he wanted you, almost as much as you wanted him.

With your thumb you gently traced the edges of his lips meanwhile your mind did nothing but try to imagine what it’d be like to kiss him, to feel his mouth on you. Taking care not to touch the wound on his lip, you continued to brush your finger with his mouth and the way his lips parted at that contact almost made you collapse.

Jay closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sweetness and delicacy with which you continued to caress him. Your fingers felt like fire on his skin and never before he wished to be permanently marked, to be burned by you. When he opened his eyes and looked at you, the intensity of your gaze made him totally lose his mind, he no longer knew how to try to resist you.

“Y/N please stop, you have no idea what you are doing to me” he literally begged you. He hoped you were going to be the one with some common sense, the one who would stop him because, fuck, he couldn't do it.

You shook your head slightly, running your hand through his hair and then touching his lips again. “I don’t want to stop.”

And this sentence alone was enough to send Jay over the edge, making him understand nothing more.

Before you could even understand what was going on, he was already on his feet and his lips were already on yours as he took your breath away completely.

Your body reacted before your mind could do it and, without even thinking about it, you found yourself kissing him back with all the passion and strength you had. You surrounded his neck with your arms in an attempt to bring him as close to you as possible as the kiss deepened more and more. You sighed when you parted your lips slightly and he stuck his tongue in your mouth. His hand was in your hair as he squeezed it in a fist, the other on your ass as he groped it like if his life had depended on it. Never before you felt more alive than this. God, it was an indescribable feeling, almost comparable to a sudden fire or the explosion of billions of fireworks.

“Fucking hell you’re killing me,” he sighed as you parted to get some air and then gently grab your face in his hands “I won’t be able to stop if you don’t Y/N, if you want all this to end…”

Jay didn’t even have time to finish the sentence, you grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips on his again, effectively giving him the answer he wanted. You didn’t want him to stop, you spent so much time wishing this to happen, there was no reason you’d be able to stop.

Jay’s hands went all the way down to your ass and you almost moaned when he started touching it again. In doing this, he made his pelvis grind on yours and feeling his erection against you, you couldn’t hold back a moan, which drove Jay even more crazier.

“God yes, just like that. I want to hear you moan for me” he whispered on your lips as his fingers touched your pussy from above your jeans.

Your hands wandered all over your bodies as they tried to touch and explore every inch they could. By now you were both inexorably lost in each other, there was no way back as the excitement grew more and more.

You pulled away from him just to push him on the couch and sit on him. Jay would sell his soul to frame that moment, to see you in that state forever, your lips swollen and rosy, cheeks flushed, hair messed up and clothes crumpled.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” he said as his hands touched and squeezed you everywhere, his lips continuing to sow kisses on your face and along your jaw until they reached the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t even stand still anymore, you wanted him so much you were about to lose your mind. You tilted your head to one side to give him greater access and as his lips began to kiss and suck the skin of your neck, the silence of the room was broken by the sound of your sighs and moans. Your eyes were closed as you enjoyed that feeling and you would’ve given anything for him to never stop.

“Answer me,” he murmured in your ear. One of his hand went around your throat, forcing you to lift your head and look at him.

God, he was so beautiful it took your breath away.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked you again and you shook your head slightly, unable to think or form any words that made sense. He lifted his hips making his erection grind against you, making you escape a small moan. “That’s how beautiful you are, that’s what you fucking do to me every single time you even look at me.”

“God Jay… Please” you started to grind on him again, looking for a way to relieve the pressure and tension that were literally devouring you alive. He closed his eyes and slightly tilted his head back as little sighs and moans flowed from his lips. These were hands down the sexiest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“What do you want darling? Tell me.”

“You. I want you so fucking much…”

He barely gave you time to finish the sentence as his lips were already on yours, devouring you again in a passionate and lustful kiss. The air got thinner, only the sound of your kisses, your sighs and little moans resounded as you tore off your clothes with voracity and impatience.

He pushed down the strap of your bra as his mouth kissed, licked, bit every inch of skin he had access to, marking you like he never did before. “Mine, fucking mine” he kept whispering in your ear and that words alone almost made your heart explode as you kept moaning his name. He didn't even know it was possible to want someone so badly, so violently. His mind and heart continued a little battle internally, aware that what was happening shouldn’t have happened but Jay had now lost all ability to make any rational thought.

That’s the effect you always had on him. He couldn’t even explain it but whenever he was with it was like every words and every thoughts left his mind, he couldn’t think straight, you messed with his head like no one did before.

You on the other hand didn’t even know what was happening, how to describe that feeling, that fire inside you only Jay was able to ignite, but whatever it was you never wanted it to end. It was intense, made you completely dizzy, maddened, and you knew it was wrong, this didn’t even have to happen but you didn’t care, god, you wanted him so badly and for so long, you’d never give this up.

And just like this you found yourselves lost one in another, completely crazy about each other.

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