#he is not annoying and this is the hill I will die upon

[intertexts]

rough timeline shit......

[kittenshift-17]

Omg I feel like any teen wolf fic (sterek fic) you write would be amazing, on that topic ur an amazing writer and I’m glad that one day I stumbled upon one of your fics. And also speaking of sterek fics (or any teen wolf fic) do u have and recommendations on what to read for that fandom???

Okay, so I took my time with this one because I had read some, but not a lot... but oh boy, did I deep dive into the research to bring you some top tier Sterek Fic Recs.

TOP 20 STEREK RECS

Play It Again by metisket ***I LOVED THIS ONE***

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock

He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.

He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.

Except, apparently, Stiles.

Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos

"It doesn't matter how hot Derek is, how Stiles barely comes up to his shoulders or how Derek's hands could probably fit really snugly around his waist. None of it matters, because he's basically a glorified babysitter for the foreseeable future and Stiles wants him out. Operation annoy Deputy Derek Hale into leaving begins now."

~or, the one where Stiles' dad hires Deputy Derek to be Stiles' bodyguard, Stiles hates him on principle and then 2 seconds later falls in lust (and love) and tries to seduce him into bed with his sexual prowess.

There Are No Wolves In California by kitsunequeen

Hunter!Stiles accidentally hits a wolf with his car and can't bear to leave him in the road to die. It's not till he gets the wolf home that he sees its eyes glow red... ------- Even everyday roadkill is upsetting, but this thing… Moments ago it was probably a majestic beast, and now it’s a mangled pile of soon-to-be rotting flesh. He presses a shaking hand to the only part of its chest left intact, not even thinking about whether it'll give him rabies or some other awful disease.

He’s about to pull back when something even crazier happens.

He realizes the wolf is breathing.

(not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit

"There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."

Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.

He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.

He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.

Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.

“Who is that?” he asked quietly.

“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm for missingsun

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Patterns of Intention by drunktuesdays

Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—

“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.

Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.

Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.

But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 for xXxClassifiedxXx 

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Sleeping Dogs by starsystems

Let sleeping dogs lie. Prov. Do not instigate trouble.;Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.

Derek Hale is asleep in Stiles's bed. And it just escalates from there.

Because of course it does.

We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

In Case You Didn't Know by Blu_Crowe

Stiles moves into the lofts, and he and Derek start to get closer. Unfortunately Stiles is a moron, and Derek is bad at feelings. They figure it out... Eventually.

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.�� 



“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. 



Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 



DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

---

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table.

Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food.

Right in front of another Alpha.

Who he was on a date with.

To discuss being heat partners...."

*In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!*

for a good time, call... by EvanesDust for kalika_999

Stiles unlocks his phone to send out a quick text asking his father what he wants to eat, even though he’ll get salad regardless, and notices a strange number on his recent call log.

His face scrunches in confusion before realization dawns on him.

Oh shit.

Events from the night before peek through the hazy fog of his mind. Stiles thought, or he was hoping, that the phone call was a dream. But there it is, staring at him in the face—a one minute and 57-second call to an unfamiliar number.

Oh God.

Did he seriously call someone—possibly an alpha werewolf!—for phone sex?

...Or the one where Stiles drunk dials a very grumpy alpha werewolf and propositions him for phone sex. Hilarity, misunderstandings, and feelings ensue.

Golden Boy by trilliath 

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It's enough that Derek hesitates.

[schoenpepper]

He Likes It Fiery

Intro: You were born with a condition in which you have too much fire in your body. It burns through your path — and every possible relationship.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread

A/N: Written during my HBIO class haha sorry if it's bad.

Check out the original one with Riddle, Malleus, Ace, Jack, Epel, and platonic!Ortho.

Masterlist

Rumors follow you around like a sandstorm—the dust of a burnt reputation clinging onto your clothes. It's sticky like tar, and it ruins any first impression you may have upon other people.

Luckily, Leona knows the full of extent of such a thing.

He's not one to listen to chatter at face value. He knows more than anyone what it's like to be torn down by the mocking words of the ignorant.

He will not avoid you.

But Leona isn't exactly the bubbly, enthusiastic and cheerful type.

You'll have to make the first move. And the second move. And the third. Maybe even the fourth.

Just know he's letting you close because you're warm. Not too close though, if you burn off a braid (or his tail, sevens forbid) he'll turn your sweater into sand.

Such a hard ass.

(And a secret softie, he will defend you against your bullies with a quick glare.)

You're in his turf, you're in the pride. Got it?

(Haha he'll never tell you you're part of his pride. Just know it in your heart.)

It does bother him when he can't cuddle with you, or even have you lay down with him on the grass.

He gets annoyed because grass is very flammable.

Even before Leona gets into a romantic relationship with you, he'll mirror home and try to find a way to touch you without dying.

He's just not into that, sorry.

Old ancient kingdoms probably have old ancient solutions for old ancient problems.

He'll hug you. He'll kiss you. He'll love you in a way he hasn't learned yet.

Please love him too.

He will be suuuuper bothered by your condition because Leona is a touch starved baby and I will die on that hill, okay?

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “The Stars say Hello” — Gojo Satoru

— Word count: 2.1k

—A/n: it wasn’t meant to become long at all- idk what happened.

— Warnings: character death; established relationship; toxic way of dealing with emotions<3 (not proofread!); hurt no comfort(?)

~5 Times Satoru Gojo’s Infinity touched you~

~4 Times you felt it~

The fates were twisted.

Your giggle ran through the hallway, a cheeky grin he held, an annoyed smile adorned you as well.

“Satoru!” A huffed out breath, he’d kept you as is for about an hour now, “What do you want?”

Satoru Gojo was lanky, large hands, larger legs—a huge heart, and an even bigger smile he held.

“So damn impatient, fine, C’mere,” and all to your dismay, a hand grabbed rough, your body was pulled a-front along with himself.

“At least tell me what it is, you god damn-”

“-I learnt something, something new.” A face so bright, painted all so perfectly in his excitement—a smile creeped on your face all the same.

“Finally mastering our a, b, c’s are we?” Your smirk greeted his frown—“haha, you’re so funny,” casual, with his arm stuck on your shoulder.

A shove and an obvious expression.

“Go stand there, and take this,” a bunch of erasers, dull—clean, a mix—hastily shoved into your fist, “Go quicker would you?”

A roll of your eyes, “Yea yea, whatever,”

Your feet dragged along the grass, green, bright?

Did it seem so in the sun or was that afternoon all so amusing?

“Throw em’ at me,”

Your eyes bore at his figure, a brow raised, “you called me here so I could throw shit at you?”

Six eyes, they saw the ticks on your face well.

Six eyes, they saw everything.

“Can you do one job that I tell you-”

Childish banter- paused a moment too slow as you chucked the only, entirely white eraser up at him—and all to your shock, it bounced off.

Silence—then a chuckle, his.

Jaw hanging, eyes narrowed, “Wait- how did you-”

“Pretty cool huh?” The proud smirk only widened now then, “Suguru and I really are the strongest aren’t we?”

Another eraser chucked at him, this time the dirtiest, almost blackened.

“No- how did you,” confounded, you moved—all too quick, right beside him—eyes barred from him, a thin layer—never more far apart you’d stood—infinity against you.

“You can’t even touch me at your will now,” he snickered, the words would faint into the mind of his later—all too late—you can’t even touch him at will now.

No one can.

Proven correct, he stood taller—proud, insatiable, too proud.

More twisted were the tales they crafted.

The night lay lit up by the moon alone—shining upon you, upon him.

“The stars,” you watched his smile, almost as if etched upon his face—you adored it, you adored him.

“What about them?”

His smile faltered, a moment—you noted as always—“They’re a thousand light years away,” a statement, nothing to be added.

A silence blanketed the two of you, the night was warm—Satoru’s body lay cold as ever, yours snuggled into his—lying alone on the hill, simply upon a blanket—together.

The hill that you wanted to die upon, you’d joked often.

“Like almost this far,” you looked up to find his hand outstretched —“touch it,” he snickered.

A small smile you let out, “I swear if it’s-”

“-do it,” Satoru whined, eliciting another grin from you.

“Ok ok, you big baby.”

Your hand stretched out too—to touch his, to hold him- and oh how the infinity kept him safe, kept him away.

A pout rested on your lips as Satoru giggled, “that’s how far they are,”

“You’re so annoying,” and just then, clicked off—as if on a switch, the distance between was gone—to that which tended the infinity was soon engulfed into a hug from satoru to you.

“The stars look pretty tonight,” your words fell to almost deaf ears, his eyes stuck onto all that was above, on to all that was unachievable— to most.

“You look pretty every night,” he added, a soft chuckle, yours and his.

“What do you think is prettier? The moon or…”

The stars.

Not a night went by where you wouldn’t adore the eyes, in the sky and in his eyes.

Pity lay bared, his dimmed and the world only seemed to sparkle more.

“What do you think?”

A sharp inhale, sharper exhale, cerulean eyes looked at you—“I think the stars yearn to be recognised, I think the moon is beautiful but the stars aren’t recognised well enough,”

Head tilted to the side, you stared at him—fingers moving all among themselves, his face cupped now—“I think the moon is like you in every sense,” your words were hushed, scared, maybe?

A lean in from him, you leaned in too—foreheads pressed together then, “Be my star, please? Every and all—please?”

And the next morning, maybe You’d cringe, and chuckle together—all so sappy, but in the moment that played, all so vulnerable Satoru Gojo Sat for you, you swore upon your life that you’d be his, every little star in his skies.

“I think the stars would love you Toru’ —I think they’d love saving their hellos to you someday.”

Thin strands of a lifeline, played with, tampered by the fates all so easy.

“Nanami left,”

Your eyes shot up, the knife that chopped onions for dinner — it was Satoru’s birthday.

“Oh,” you mumbled, frown on your lips—“left for wh-”

“Left. He’s left Jujutsu, said he can’t deal with it—what an idiot,” the scoff was well heard, your heart thumped, visibly upset Satoru lay.

“Right,” you mumbled up again, “is there no way we could- we could con- convince him maybe?” Unsure you words hung, another scoff—an eye roll from satoru, your jaw clenched.

“I- I get you’re upset Toru’ but- you know, there are still many of us-”

“-shut up please.”

Silence.

Not the usual, not the warm kind—it pierced, your heart lay in its own shambles.

You stared at Satoru, not even apologetic, you wanted to cry.

The words and the meaning was clear, he didn’t want to hear you talk—but to a saddened mind, little solace do facts ever offer, right?

The flame dimmed—not yours, the sauce you were preparing, let down to thicken, while you moved slow—all towards him.

“I’m sorry, I- I just…I get it,” you swallowed hard, eyes narrowing at the cruel chuckle he let out.

“That’s where you’re wrong aren’t you?” Almost a cackle, it hurt to hear him.

Not a single word that you could offer, “You don’t get it, none of you do—you’ve never had people leave you like- like I’ve seen them-”

A hefty halt—“you’ve not experienced it—You didn’t see Suguru leave, you’re- you’re too,” his words hung. You didn’t want him to complete them.

Rest of his words were a blur, you stood shaky.

The distinction was obvious, apparent—breaking.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t like you at all, not since his infinity had bloomed—you stared at him as he got up and left, you hadn’t touched him to solace him, he hadn’t seen the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

Satoru and you never fought, when you did, you made it your responsibility to take in his harsh words, he didn’t know better—it was sad, he needed outlet.

It wasn’t healthy- you loved him.

It wasn’t healthy—satoru would apologise later.

It wasn’t healthy, your sauce, your dish had burnt.

Analogous.

It wasn’t healthy, you hadn’t touched but you knew his infinity was around—you knew a touch would’ve proved you right, would’ve pushed you all too far.

Braided once, the fates kept many a lives in-twined, for better or worse.

“We’re over,” a whisper- his.

“We’re over,” a mumble- yours.

Satoru Gojo cried of everyone leaving and yet, right in the hallway of the dorms he confessed to you as a student—exactly there he broke it off, this time as a teacher.

You’d not dared to question him, how could you? Gojo Satoru the ever right, if he said you were over then maybe you were.

Maybe the lost fingers of yours, maybe the empty carcass of an embrace that you yearned-maybe that was all false, pseudo.

The human brain was pertained to all that could be rigged—emotions an easy target.

So there you lay, bed empty—the bed sheet white, the duvet black—the ceilings tall and your closest a short. The bed sheets still smelled of him, you knew you’d get rid of it all.

A calm quiet settled over you, grief you’d heard, did that to people.

Holding onto that, which simply wasn’t yours.

A week since Satoru had proclaimed, so easy he’d made it seem—like second nature he’d mumbled “I love you” weeks ago, like second nature he said he was done.

And you wondered then, as the silence whistled through your ears, storm that was your emotions, if he’d ever actually cared.

That he had, Satoru Gojo always cared a lot.

That was his weakness—he supposed, you knew better.

His weakness was all that was his heart.

Too tricky, too hurt, dampening in its decisions.

His six eyes saw everything-as they had always, your tears he’d known, your misery he’d heard—to break up, solace to his heart.

As you lay alone, a thought propped in—silly thoughts, so erratic, to all that was destroyed of humanity was caused of erratic thoughts, spontaneity lay at fault.

From the first “I love you” mumbled against your hand, you were injured, Satoru was scared—a profession of his first love.

To all the many “I love you”s he let out- from in midst of lessons to practise and then when he made love to you for the first time—from then on to waking up beside him, the frequency rose and then fell.

Warm beds got cold when he couldn’t even wake up beside you, “I love you”s on call turned to ily on messages- to gn or gm and then, delivered.

To what was a silhouette of your love in the living room—the sun reflected through merrily, it was all but a shadow of you grabbing water from the kitchen as the moon shone through.

Satoru Gojo hadn’t turned on his infinity against you this time around but there was no need- before the separation the distances lay weeded out—before the separation, you already felt infinitely broken.

Merry, the fates are I suppose- as they cut off the strands one by one, cackling at the aftermath which was all rubble.

Blood, dust and death.

Yours.

An year since the break up, that didn’t matter, you loved him and him, you.

Opportunities lay bare, time, not quite so.

You thought of him, a lot, obsessively—incessantly, a maddening hunger yours—Satoru Gojo, the man people hoped for.

You yearned for him, you lived for him.

Until, you couldn’t.

“Y/n?” His voice was rough—shaky, uncontrolled, the night shone upon your dusted form in the night.

A weak whimper responded him, jaw clenched he walked into the rubble—“y/n? I-” words caught up, mouth dry, Satoru Gojo stood alone, rendered speechless.

“Toru’?” Your voice was so weak, he wanted to scold you for even bothering to speak—a choked gasp you let out as he knelt beside you—“pppplease,” you sobbed and oh how it broke his heart, “save me?”

Satoru wanted to cry—and he did, visible all to you, the moon shone on him perfectly as always

Satoru Gojo cried for of all the times he could’ve saved those who didn’t want to be saved, his tragedy lay at your feet—someone he just couldn’t.

“Shhh,” he mumbled, “shh, shh—you’ll be alright, don’t gotta be a crybaby about it yeah?”

A mindless nod you passed, well aware of his lies woven all so perfectly.

“I’m dying Toru’” you mused, warning yourself a dry chuckle—all so strange it stuck to him, Satoru had watched many deaths, yours? Not even his dreams dared so.

“Oh are you now? How can you tell?” He snapped back, another chuckle you let out—your last, together.

It was the same hill you’d spent hours in the night—another hour went by, your last—his last upon that hill too, perhaps.

“Don’t cry for me,”

“I’m not a god,”

That was true, Satoru Gojo, through all his strengths was, but a human.

Major fault? He could love—and he lost.

In that moment, his six eyes saw it all—the last of your breaths slipping away, his arms open wide for you—your quickening pace, “the moon looks pretty tonight,”

A tear rolled down his cheek, a smile you wore, your words heavy, “I’m not leaving you Toru’” your fingers moved weak—not strong enough to cup his face this time—so you stroked his hand—“I’ll be there with you,” his eyes followed yours, towards the stars.

“I’ll make sure the stars say their hellos to you,”

Gone.

In the way—away from him.

You didn’t know then, Satoru Gojo and his infinity did, the both lay scarred—you didn’t know but in the last moment of your life with him, Satoru’s infinity engulfed you whole—you didn’t feel it then, but as the world broke out around you, a haven Satoru had offered you.

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[etaleah]

I’ve been thinking a lot about Shadow’s characterizations in the Project: Shadow fan film, SA2, Archie, Heroes, ‘06, Prime, and Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog and why they’re all considered among the best. And I’ve been thinking about his characterizations in IDW and Boom, how they’re considered among the worst, and how much they clash with the other portrayals. I think I’ve hit upon the number one quality that Shadow needs to have to be written well.

Loyalty.

I’ll explain below the cut.

The best Shadow is one who is loyal to someone or something. Maybe he’s not always loyal to the right someone or something, but he is loyal nonetheless. It’s a core part of his character. He is ride or die to the very end for whatever friend or cause he cares about. Shadow is always ready to kill or be killed for whatever or whoever matters to him most; it’s what sets him apart from the others. The others have limits on their loyalty. Sonic will help you out, but he’s not gonna kill a man for you. Shadow will. He doesn’t have that limit. If you are Shadow’s friend and you need him to kill for you, he will do it. Period.

Here’s a recap of Shadow’s loyalty:

In SA2 and the fan film, it’s to Maria, and to a lesser extent, Gerald.

In Heroes and ‘06, it’s to Team Dark.

In Archie, it’s to Team Dark, Hope Kintobor, and Commander Tower. Sometimes it’s even to his own values like when he goes against Rouge to help Blaze in Treasure Team Tango.

In Sonic X, it’s to Maria and later Molly. Maybe even to the universe, given that he’s ready to kill Cosmo to save it.

In Prime, it’s to Green Hill. And later on, Shadow is also loyal to Sonic despite the latter driving him crazy.

In Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, it’s to Amy.

And in his own game, Shadow can be loyal to Maria, Sonic and friends, Eggman (up to a point), Black Doom, or even Earth itself. Not all of those folks are worth his loyalty, but the fact is that Shadow still cares about fighting by their side. That key element of his personality remains.

And that’s what’s missing in Boom and IDW. Because in those, he isn’t loyal to anything. He isn’t ride or die for anyone. At least, not that we can tell. When you remove Shadow’s faithfulness to those he loves, you remove a lot of what makes him who he is and all that’s left is an edgy aesthetic that soon wears out its welcome because there isn’t anything to supplement it. And this is made worse by the fact that they’re never allowed to bring up or expand his backstory, so they can’t ever talk about why he’s like this.

I guess you could make the argument that Shadow is loyal to the world in IDW since he helps save it a few times, but he’s so mean and heartless to everyone in the world that it feels less like he’s fighting to protect other people and more like he’s just trying to save his own house so he still has a place to live. I mean, if he won’t help Rouge when she’s been kidnapped by Starline and he won’t help Omega when the latter has been smashed to bits and he won’t help the Chao get out of their cage and he actually has to be talked into saving a village from an avalanche and he seems to really dislike/be annoyed by everyone he comes into contact with…what exactly is he saving the Earth for?? It can’t be for the people living in it. He hates them. He doesn’t care if they need his help. So the only conclusion I can draw is that he’s just doing it to save his own skin. The only person Shadow shows even the slightest bit of loyalty to is himself.

And that makes him unrecognizable from the Shadow we know and love.

His loyalty is his greatest virtue, even when it’s misguided. Let him keep it.

[brrrkdslek]

AGORA HILLS.

SYNOPSIS : as the best detective of your city, you take your job very seriously. but how seriously will you take your job when the man of your dreams' husband dies suddenly?

PAIRING : malewife! psh x detective! male! reader

GENRE : 90s, elle singapore black sequin dress seonghwa, thriller, sexy, angst to fluff, murder mystery, possessive/ obsessive love, wine<3

WARNINGS : seonghwa referred to as 'wife' and 'ms' and 'mrs', a lot of manhandling, ass grabbing, idk, slut, sexy, anal, suggestive, huge dick, tattoos, praising, romantic talk, teeth-rotting smut, you will kill yourself, you will cry, blood n shit n deaths obviously, lmao i hope u die after this

WORD COUNT : 8.6k

INSPO : agora hills & this tweet

LORRY'S NOTE : HAPPY BIRTHDAY @asherthehimbo!!!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH BBG HAVE A GOOD BIRTHDAY ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

you've only met seonghwa twice. once at a party held by your coworker's friend, kim theodore. and the second time when theodore died tragically.

theodore was, a... special man. he had been indebt to you since he had been tangled in some drug allegations. of course, being the best detective in the city, you helped him out.

and now, you were on the way to his mansion on agora hills, which is one of the most expensive places one can afford.

you let out a loud yawn as you rang the doorbell. the door opens after a second and you see theodore.

"oh my friend!" he tries to go in for a hug, but you backed away from him awkwardly. theodore lets out a light-hearted laugh before standing aside so you could walk in.

upon entering the beautiful mansion of a millionaire, you take in the sight in front of you; a large chandelier just above your head, beautiful marble staircase to the second floor,

which you assumed is where the master's bedroom is.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

suddenly the women at the party surrounds you, making you yelp in surprise.

"oh my, detective!"

"you look so handsome today!"

"when will i become your wife?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa watched in the distance as you tried pushing them away, very much annoyed. he chuckles.

"m/n!" one of the ladies called for you, and suddenly you frown, "please ladies, only refer to me as detective. i don't think we're close enough to be on first name basis." you adjusted your collar.

you turn your head when you heard your name being said from across the hall, "m/n, come meet my wife!" you nod before jogging to where he, and another male, dressed in a beautiful black sequin dress was.

the man looked absolutely divine, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Hold my hand You can hit while they watch, boy

theodore noticed and chuckled, "i see you like my wife, eh?" he nudges you, "have fun chattin'!" he waves goodbye before going back to his large groups of friends.

you stood awkwardly next to the slightly shorter male as you found your arm tattoo of a snake way more interesting than the mansion you were currently in.

the head of the snake starts at the back of your middle finger as the tail runs spirals around it, going upwards and disappearing underneath your dress shirt,

which seonghwa had been staring at the whole time.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

seonghwa swirls the wine in his glass, "kim seonghwa isn't a really catchy name, is it?"

you perked up, "it's not?" he smiles gently,

"my real name is park seonghwa, i think that sounds way better."

you thought about it for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, "yeah, i think so too."

he reaches out his hand out as you shook his, "nice to meet you, detective-"

"m/n." you cut him off.

"huh?"

"call me m/n."

seonghwa smirks, "but i don't think we're close enough for first name basis, isn't that right?" he taunted.

you leaned in, towering over the man as he gulped in anticipation, "oh, i think we're way past that."

seonghwa bit his lip when he felt your hot breath on his face, he doesn't let go of your hand and brushes his thumb against your tattoo, sending shivers down your spine.

"now that i think about it, l/n seonghwa is even better than park seonghwa, don't you think so?"

your breath hitched as you choked on the wine you were currently taking a sip of, you coughed loudly as some wine spilled from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor.

seonghwa covers his mouth with his hand, "oh detective, look at the mess you made! are you a child?" he joked.

you blushed a bit in embarrassment as you place the glass down,

"oh would you look at that," seonghwa's finger brushes at the corner of your lips, wiping off the spilled wine.

"you've made a big mess, detective." you watch as seonghwa stares at you seductively, all while sucking the wine off his finger, licking it clean.

you felt your blood starting to run downwards to your little guy as you looked away and coughed.

you pulled out a handkerchief from your breast pocket and took his hand in yours before wiping his finger, all without a word.

seonghwa bit his lip at the gentle gesture, never had a man made me feel like this before, not even theodore.

not letting go of his hand, you glance backwards to see theodore drowned in the many noblewomen that surrounded him, disgusting pig.

turning back to the male, you smirked and intertwined your fingers with his.

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

suddenly, you pull seonghwa towards you and he yelps quietly before bumping into your chest. you hold his waist as your hot breath fanned against his ear, making his knees buckle.

"mrs. kim, please don't forget you are a married woman." seonghwa hasn't felt like this since he first met theodore, and that was decades ago. you whistled as you looked the male up and down, "that dress looks exquisite on you, by the way."

seonghwa smiled shyly, "ah, thank you detective. i must say you don't look that bad yourself." you smirk, "i would want my future wife to have that pretty dress." seonghwa runs a hand through his slicked-back hair and tutted, "oh that's unfortunate," your eyebrow lifted as he continued, "because this dress is a custom made by a friend." theodore could be heard from the living area announcing for a group picture.

the two stare for a few seconds as you added, "my point still stands." seonghwa bit his lip at your words, god, i might cum right now... you slowly detangled your fingers from his and walked towards the large group, smiling gently at the women that waved to you.

seonghwa naturally went into the middle as theodore stood at his left and you on seonghwa's right. you became increasingly annoyed at the fact theodore made no move to hold his wife, even swatting seonghwa's hand away when he had tried to hold the other's hand.

you sighed before quietly placing your hand on seonghwa's hip, as to comfort him of the lost attention of his husband. however, seonghwa smirks as he moves your hand lower, all the way to his plush ass.

Who that man with the big strong hands On her ass in the club with the paps?" Baby, that's you

you physically stiffen as you didn't know what to do or how to react. seonghwa only leaned closer to your ear, "you can squeeze if you want, detective. i worked hard for this body."

god, it's getting hot- why's it so hot? was it always this hot in here? god, why am i burning up?

suddenly, seonghwa lets out a quiet moan when he felt your large hand mold at his ass, squeezing his thighs together. "oh goodness, detective..." you leaned down to his ear, "didn't i tell you to call me by my name?" seonghwa yelps when you shove him onto the wooden coffee table. the other guests gasp and back away when you pull up the dress, revealing a pretty lacy thong.

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you smirk when you see the tips of seonghwa's ears turn bright red, "look at you, pretty." you pull the thong as it snaps back into seonghwa's ass, making him moan wantonly. soon, you pull out your hard cock from your pants and push it inside him one go.

seonghwa came on the spot, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth when he felt your cock drag against his walls, the feeling of it piercing through his tummy becoming his newest desire. you paused for a few seconds to let the man adjust before you held onto his waist and slammed your hips forward.

seonghwa's legs trembled as he tried to bite back his moans. you lean forward and held onto his jaw before fucking him roughly, "ah! oh my- eugh! detective...!" you groan into seonghwa's ear, "why the fuck are you hiding your moans? isn't this what you wanted? for me to fuck you in this room full of your friends,"

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

you turn seonghwa's head as you two stare directly into theodore's eyes, "and your lovely husband that will never be able to satisfy you after i do." seonghwa grips onto the corners of the table as precum dripped from his hard cock, which had been rubbing uncomfortably against the table. "yes- ah! f-fuck me in front of all my f- fuck... friends- mm!"

"oh- oh yeah..! r-right there, detective!" seonghwa turned his head and held onto your cheek, "w-who knew you were s...so ugh- big!" seonghwa pulls you in for a kiss as your tongues danced and teeth clashed, not a care in the world. seonghwa felt his orgasm coming up when your hands began pinching at his perking nipples over the dress, tears were coming out of seonghwa's eyes as his eyes rolled back.

he had never felt more pleasured and embarrassed...

is exactly what seonghwa wanted to happen.

I love you, I wanna big chill

you awkwardly pulled your hand away from his ass when the photos were done, quickly excusing yourself as you walked towards a very busy theodore with lots of women surrounding him,

"yes, i have to go back to the office pretty soon. i apologise for leaving so early on..." theodore laughs and pats your back, "ahaha! don't you worry about it, m/n! i know a great detective needs to always be on duty!" you nod and was about to leave until theodore speaks again, "seonghwa! please escort m/n out, i'm busy!"

you watched seonghwa jogs towards the door where you were and opened it for you, "thank you for coming, detective- ah no, m/n." you smile and nod your head towards him as you walked down the steps, "ah, right! your handkerchief!" you turn your heel, "you can keep it. i don't think it will mean much to a noblewoman of your class, though."

Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand

seonghwa holds the handkerchief tightly against his chest, feeling his heart beat against his ribcage and his cheeks heat up. "you have no idea how much it means to me..." you go back up the steps upon hearing his words and take his hand before kissing the back of it, "until next time, mrs. kim, or should i say mrs. l/n..."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

that day you left seonghwa with a raging boner. you had stole his heart and he promised himself he would see you again, he just had to figure out how. you also grew infatuated with him just after this one meeting and you couldn't stop thinking about seonghwa, he was like a virus invading your mind.

Baby, can you call me back?

you thought you had long forgotten about those feelings of infatuation towards the man. but as you stand in front of the mansion just a year after, you're surprised to feel your heartbeat quicken and cheeks heat up a bit.

I miss you

you take a deep breath as you hold your hand against the door, what will i do when i see you again? what do you look like now? do you still like me too? your eyes widen as you slap yourself across the face suddenly. no, you shouldn't be thinking these types of things. his husband just died and you are on duty now.

you bit your lip, but doesn't that mean you had a chance to make him yours?

It's so lonely in my mansion

shaking your head to rid of those thoughts, you finally knocked on the door and in that moment the door opened, you thought you would've collapsed if not for your hand on the side or the doorframe.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

"mrs. kim." seonghwa rubbed his eyes and sniffled softly,

"ah, detective you are right on time." seonghwa walked in as you followed, closing the door behind you.

you took a seat on the dining table as seonghwa poured you a cup of tea, "and also, it's ms. park now, oh theodore..."

Whether they like or not (Not)

you fiddled with the handle of the cup as seonghwa sat opposite of you, "let's begin, shall we?" seonghwa nodded sadly.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"where were you at 3:30pm when theodore was murdered?" seonghwa sniffled, "i was at the market since i left at 3pm."

you bit your lip, "what about the maid and butler?" seonghwa brushed his hair back, and you almost didn't catch what he said next as you watched him, like a hungry predator ready to feast on its prey.

"the butler had a day off yesterday and the maid- um, i don't think i remember..." you nodded and jotted down the things he said,

"i'm sorry detective, i've just been crying the whole night so my memory's a bit foggy..."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you paused your writing on your notepad and glanced at his eyes for a second, "is something on my face, detective?"

you smile gently, "no," yes, lies.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i'm very sorry for your loss." you watch seonghwa frown, "excuse me for a moment." he disappears into the kitchen.

you sat idly as you take out your walkie-talkie, "wooyoung."

you could hear some crackling sounds from the other line before a muffled voice responded, "m/n! yes, i'm here! is there something you need?" you nodded, "i need you to go over the alibis for mrs. kim's maid and butler. i want it done by the end of the week."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you heard wooyoung tut, "yeesh, dude."

"wooyoung." you said in a warning tone.

you heard wooyoung groan before answering, "fine, i'll have it done by then. wooyoung, out!"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you put the walkie-talkie away and jotted a few more things in your notepad, you look up to the clock.

it's been a few minutes now, what's taking him so long?

"mrs- ms. park?" you got up and went into the kitchen where he had disappeared and you were shocked to see him gulping down an entire bottle of wine.

Hold my hand

to say you were shocked was an understatement as walked quickly towards him, seonghwa doesn't notice your presence until you snatch the bottle away from him.

You can hit while they watch, boy

"eugh- give it...!" seonghwa made grabby-hands as you held the bottle above his head,

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

"no." seonghwa didn't know if it was the alcohol or you but he felt his face grow hotter by the second.

'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (Yeah)

his forehead creases, "why the hell not!?"

you frown and hold onto both of his wrists with one hand and pushed him backwards. seonghwa's back hit the wall as tears started forming in his eyes,

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

"let. go." you pause for a moment, "i won't." you said slowly.

"god, get off me!" is what seonghwa said, but he prayed that you never let him go.

"no, you can't drink your sorrow away, i won't let you."

Boy, you're the one, you're the only man

seonghwa glares, "your job is to find the killer of my dead husband, isn't that right?" you loosened your grip on his wrist for a second,

"stop drinking." he smirks, "make me."

With you, I ain't holding shit back

suddenly, your walkie-talkie beeped, "uh, m/n? we have a problem here..."

you let go of seonghwa's arm, "yes, i'll be there in twenty minutes."

turning back to seonghwa, he gripped onto the sink as his head was dipped downwards so that you couldn't see him face. "i'll be back next week, okay?"

When I need my space, you give that

"okay..." you could hear your heart break with each step you took towards the door. no, go back to him!

but all you did was continue walking.

upon hearing the front door shut, seonghwa swiped the wine bottle away as it hit the ground, smashing into pieces. he watched the red liquid flow out, forming a big puddle. he collapses to the ground and screams out in pain.

They all wanna know how you get to me

how could i let you go again?

why didn't i stop you?

seonghwa smashes his fist against the broken glass shards as tears flowed from his glossy eyes, "why, why, why, why!"

Cause this type of love's the epitome

he watches with blurry eyes as his own blood mixes with the wine, both reds close to each other in colour. "why do you always slip away from my fingers..." he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket, "oh my love, i hope this will all be worth it..."

"it's obviously the maid!"

you wince as your partner, wooyoung, screams into your left ear.

"no it's not!" san, your other partner, screams in your right ear. you only covered your ears as you watched the security footage again.

"you guys need to stop bothering m/n all the time..." yeosang sweatdrops as he watches san and wooyoung fight while you sat between them.

"are you stupid, san?"

san gasped, "what, me?"

"yes, you!"

you rolled your eyes as wooyoung continued, "it's clearly the maid! she said she left at 3pm but never mentioned about coming back to the mansion. like, whatttt?"

that's true, it's kinda suspicious but it can't based off my superstition. witnessing murder can cause changes in memory, behaviour, sleep, and body function, affecting the immune system as well as the heart. 

it can also lead to cognitive effects, such as brain fog. so it's no secret that seonghwa and the maid could've forgotten some things as they are the first to find theodore's body.

jongho giggles from the reception, "i still wonder why yunho sandwiched m/n's desk between wooyoung and san."

yeosang nods, "they literally resemble cat and dog."

wooyoung huffs and folds his arms across his chest, "the maid was so damn nervous and she didn't even know what she was telling me when i asked where she was that day. it's as if she's admitting to being the killer!"

san rolls his eyes, "what about the stupid butler? are you gonna believe him about being off-duty just cause he said so?"

wooyoung stomps his feet, "i'm gonna believe him if his alibi is sustainable unlike the maid's!"

san's forehead creases, "why are you so determined to prove that it's the maid?"

wooyoung rolls his eyes, "cause she's acting weird! unless she was like, i don't know, bribed or something i won't believe she's innocent!"

wooyoung continues, "and besides, why would she keep her mouth shut if she was actually being bribed? we can help her and shit, stupid."

san stands up abruptly, "don't call me stupid, stupid!"

"no you're stupid!"

"you look stupid!"

"what did you say!?"

"did you not hear me?"

your brows furrow as you mindlessly replayed the video again, deep in thought.

"why do you keep replaying that part?" mingi, who was walking by, presses his cheek against yours as wooyoung and san immediately shuts up and joins in.

mingi makes an 'o' with his lips, "that's mrs. kim, right?"

san shakes his head, "it's ms. park now apparently."

mingi gasps, "he's the one that died?"

wooyoung hit his head, "it's been circulating all around the precinct, are you dumb?"

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

you roll your eyes and shush the guys as the video played once again. in the video was a person dressed in full black outfit from head to toe, and they had just walked out of the gate. the person clearly resembles seonghwa, but for some reason you got the thought that that wasn't the case.

as if he read your mind, wooyoung spoke, "it's clearly ms. park! why would it be anyone else?"

his brows creased, "literally look at his clothes! do you think the maid or butler could wear expensive shit like that?"

san nods, "even we can't afford those."

you flick his forehead, "it's not about money, jesus you guys..."

you had to pause for a moment to ask yourself; why do i know it isn't seonghwa? he clearly stated that he left the mansion at 3pm.

Like why are you capping me?

your eyes trail to the bottom of the screen where the time of the video is,

see? 3pm exactly.

you skip the video to a part where part of the face is revealed; the nose.

your eyes widen, "that's not seonghwa." you stated simply.

mingi scratched his head, "what... how can you tell?"

wooyoung snorted, "how are you a lieutenant?"

san giggled in agreement, "i think he cheated in the exam..."

"yah!" the two ran away as mingi chased them.

you whisper to yourself as you point at the nose with your pen, "see? seonghwa's nose is long and slender... but this one, it's... how should i put it?"

you bit the pen, "it's just not him."

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

"the ink is gonna spill in your mouth if you bite any harder."

you blink back and look up to yeosang who was filling a small paper cup with coffee, "you want one?"

you sighed and nodded, "yes, thank you yeo."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

he places the cup on your desk and smiles, "anytime."

you sip the hot coffee,

why would seonghwa lie to me? did he...

your eyes widen, "no!" you slam the cup onto the desk, scaring half of the people in the precinct as the hot coffee splashed onto your hand,

Whether they like or not (Not)

"ah!" you yelped in pain as you fell backwards.

jongho jumped out of his seat and rushed to your side, "jesus m/n! what's up with you today?"

you hold your burning hand as you whine in pain, "i also wanna know..."

jongho is clearly confused but he brushes if off and sighs, "don't work too hard. you know what happens when you do like most of the time, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeah, i need to chill out.

as the next day rolled by, you sat idly at your desk the entire time. pen in your mouth as you bit at the rear, forehead creasing as you mentally pieced the evidences and alibis together. you sighed and leaned back into your chair,

god, this is too complicated.

"biting your pen again, i see?" you throw your head backwards to see yeosang carrying a stack of documents.

you whistled, "where you going with all that stuff?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeosang sighed, "yunho said he needed me to get these all sent to hq." you hummed as he looked past you to the many pieces of notes and files scattered on your desk, "still working on kim?"

you look back and sighed, "yeah, i don't know why it gets more complicated as i dig further."

"give me a second." yeosang retreats to his own desk and places down the documents before returning and picking up the files of seonghwa and the maid, "i see why it's hard for you m/n."

you perk up, "what, why is that?"

you move to the side as yeosang drags his own chair over and sits down after placing the files down. he points at the pictures,

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i mean, look at their faces."

you follow his finger, "they look practically like twins to me. if you looked at them from any other angle than the front, you'll surely never tell them apart." your eyes widen, "wait, that's right!"

you quickly click on the security footage of gates again, "i've only ever been able to tell the two apart is because seonghwa always wears nice and luxurious clothes, whereas the maid is the complete opposite."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you turn to see yeosang's smug grin and bounced off your seat, "i have to go." quickly grabbing your coat before jogging to the lift hearing yeosang's diminishing 'you're welcome's. you cursed silently as the lift never came, deciding to run down a few flights of stairs.

of course, why haven't i noticed?

I wanna show you off (Off)

huffing, a few beads of sweat forms at your forehead as you reach the ground floor and quickly run into your car. starting it, you drove off. with one hand, you took out your phone and dialled a number.

seonghwa hummed a soft tune as he was doing some knitting in the living room. suddenly, the phone rang and he placed his tools onto the soft couch and jogged to pick up the phone at the desk,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"this is ms. park seonghwa of-" "seonghwa!"

he felt a blush creep towards his face upon hearing the tired and breathless voice of the detective.

I wanna show you

"ah, detective! is something the matter? why are you calling me at," he glanced at the clock on the wall, "almost seven thirty in the evening?" he leaned onto the desk as he twirled the wire between his finger,

Hold my hand

the all too familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach upon hearing your soothing voice call his name. "apologies, seonghwa. i'm actually on my way to your residence as of now-"

"what, now!?" seonghwa coughed,

You can hit while they watch, boy

"s-sorry, i was just surprised. may i ask why?"

"i just need to confirm a few things regarding the murder case since i'm near to completing it." seonghwa bit his lip, "how far are you?"

So, 9:30? I'll see you there

"ten minutes away, i'll be there shortly." seonghwa looked down at his current attire,

you couldn't see him like this. no way.

No, you hang up, you hang up

"i see. take your time detective, i'll be waiting..." placing the phone down softly, seonghwa rushed upstairs into his bedroom and almost demolished his closet finding the perfect outfit for the occasion.

"is something the matter, ma'am?" seonghwa popped his head out of the closet to see his maid, standing at the doorway.

Somethin' different about you

"ah! right, i totally forgot." the maid watched in confusion as seonghwa dug through his drawers and pulled out an envelope.

"here, this is for the extra work you did for me. thank you, by the way." the maid smiles and takes the envelope with both hands, bowing slightly. "no, i should thank you for providing me such a nice residence."

seonghwa smiles, "the detective will be here shortly, you should leave before anything happens." the maid nods, "take care of yourself, ma'am." "you know i will."

the maid bows once more before jogging to her room and begins packing her things.

Love it when he hit and smack too

finally, seonghwa picks the perfect dress and smirks at the thought of his own image in the dress, but his confident smile drops upon seeing his figure in the mirror.

seonghwa noticed his tummy poking from the skin-tight dress. he gulped and turned to his side, the lump being fairly noticeable. he swore he could still hear theodore's nagging at the back of his heda.

look at yourself, do you think you look good?

nobody would want to have sex with somebody of your shape.

what happened to you? you used to look good.

i suppose you've gotten too comfortable since i had money, huh?

seonghwa blinked back tears as the doorbell rang through the mansion. he sniffled as he reassured himself,

there's no theodore anymore.

he's not here to belittle you.

it's your world now, whatever you want.

i shouldn't be nervous.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

he looked at his reflection in the mirror again, this time his eyes dark and lidded, my dear detective is the one that should be nervous.

upon hearing the bell ring again, he rushed downstairs. waving goodbye to the maid who was leaving through the backdoor, seonghwa brushed his dress and took a deep breath before opening the door. the sight of your crumpled dress shirt and messy hair made his knees weak.

"please, come in detective." you nodded before walking inside. "should we have a drink before we start?"

you perked up, "a drink? is it a special occasion?"

seonghwa giggled, "yes, we are about to crack the case! it most definitely is a special occasion." you smiled gently as you sat at the couch, "how about we go upstairs?"

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

you felt your throat go dry as you swallowed, "up...stairs?" seonghwa leaned down as he toyed with the collar of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours.

"yes, it's more comfortable," you shivered upon feeling his cold fingers brush against your neck, "and i can feel all the tiredness emitting from you. i must say you work diligently, detective."

you could feel seonghwa's hot breath fanning your face, "y-yeah, that's why they call me the best." seonghwa smirked as he pulled away and slowly walked towards the stairs with you following.

Suck a little dick in the bathroom

upon reaching the bedroom, you're surprised when you saw a filled wine glass with another empty one at its side. "ah! please don't mind that detective, i've been drinking recently."

you slowly nod, "right." seonghwa sits at the side of his bed before patting the spot next to him, "let's sit here."

Front-seat chillin' with the window down

you were surprised to say the least. you'd always fantasize about this, but now that it were actuall happening to you, you felt yourself almost shy away at the offer.

wait, no. stay focused, m/n. this is not the time for all those dirty thought.

you nodded before taking a seat next to seonghwa, bed dipping at the weight of both of you.

I be ten toеs down on the dash, gettin' fast food

seonghwa turned to the bedside table where a bottle of wine and an empty glass stood, "let me pour you a drink, detective. it's been so lonely in this mansion since the tragic untimely passing of my dear theodore."

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you hummed as you watched the dark red liquid fall into the glass smoothly.

seonghwa passed you the glass as he stood up to get his own, "so, how is the investigation going?" you shrug, "we all think it's the maid."

seonghwa blinks in surprise, "the maid?"

put your name in the streets

"yeah, i mean she's the only one whose alibi is incomplete and she was acting so weird during the interrogation." you take a large gulp as he sighed.

your brows furrowed at the bitter taste on your tongue, isn't sauternes supposed to be sweet?

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

seonghwa smiles apologetically, "oh detective, i thought you were smarter than that."

"wha-" suddenly your head began to spin as your grip on the glass loosened. "detective?" you look over to seonghwa as your vision blurred, "uh-"

Fuck what they heard,

then, you fell backwards onto the mattress, red wine spilling all over your white blouse. "goodness!"

you groan as you tried to move, however proving to be futile as your limbs stayed dead still on the bed.

I don't fuck with them birds

"what's... what's hap-" your eyes widen as you look towards seonghwa, who you could see is smirking slightly.

"the wine,"

you breathed, "you drugged it." he giggled and turned towards you,

I'm a mean kitty,

"i knew you were clever detective." you eyes darted around his face in confusion, "but how? you had wine too-"

seonghwa smiles upon your realisation, "you... had your drink prepared." you groaned and stared up at the ceiling,

don't get stabbed with the rat tooth

"damn it! how did i miss that?" seonghwa stroked your arm as you shivered,

"it's absolutely alright, detective. not everyone can catch every single detail, not even you." you look into his eyes, expression unchanging.

Boys be mad that I don't fuck incels

"you think i don't know it's you, right?"

seonghwa perked up, "you know?"

Girls hate too, gun to their pigtail

you smirked, "of course i know. only the best detective in the city can figure that out." seonghwa bit his lip as he straddles you,

"you got some wine on you detective." ignoring you, he plucks a tissue from the box on the bedside table, "here, let me get it for you..."

I love you, I wanna big chill

you were surprised when he leaned down and licked a swipe from your collar to your jawline, making you groaned suddenly.

"god, you taste divine..." he went down once again and sucked at your adam's apple, licking and sucking as if it were his last meal.

Boy, don't trip, I'll split a big bill

you bit back moans as you gripped the sheets beneath you. he leaned higher into your ear and whispered,

Take you 'round the world,

"so what if i killed him? even for a smart man such as yourself, you won't be able to get physical evidence anyways."

they don't have to understand

pulling away, seonghwa's grin didn't falter even under your lustful gaze. "you knew theodore's lazy and never bothered to fix the old security cameras, that's why it only captures one-fourth of the full picture."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

seonghwa bit his lip excitedly as your smirk grew, "you used that as an advantage and dressed the maid in your clothes knowing people would mistake her for you as you two are similar in appearances."

seonghwa hummed as he began unbuttoning your blouse slowly, eyes never leaving yours. "you stayed back while she left at 3pm and killed theodore.

Baby, can you call me back?

afterwards, you left through the back and the person that came back at 4pm was indeed you. you purposely left out bits in her alibi so we'd blame her and forget about how you could've been a suspect too."

seonghwa clapped as you finished your speech, "100%, brilliant!" he clasped his hands together as he stares lovingly, "oh detective, do you even know why i killed theodore?"

I miss you

you shrugged, "probably cause he's a bad husband and doesn't give you love?" he hummed, "partly, but not exactly."

as he finishes unbuttoning the last button of your blouse, you shivered at the cold air hitting your chest as he admired your abdomen. it looks exactly like how i had imagined it.

It's so lonely in my mansion

"i did it because of you."

you blinked in surprise, "...me?"

seonghwa brushed a few strands of loose hair back, "yes, you! because i love you. ever since that day we met, i've never been able to stop thinking abut you."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa smiled apologetically, "i missed you so dearly that i found out it was the only way to see you again. plus i'd have gotten rid of the obstacle that separated us."

you tilt your head slightly, "but how are you sure i feel the same way?"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa chuckled, "i can tell since the drug had worn off a few minutes ago, yet you didn't move." your eyes widen as he teased,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i wonder why?" you gulp as you feel seonghwa place his hands on top of yours before guiding them to his hips.

seonghwa slowly grinds into you as you let out a shaky breath. "what do you think your doing?" he bites his lip upon feeling your erection pressing against his own.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i'm doing what we've both wanted for so, so long." he leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, one that is slow and sensual; what the both had longed for.

I wanna show you

you prodded yourself up with your elbows as your blouse slid off your shoulders, seonghwa felt heat rise to his cheeks when your grip on his hips tightened possessively. he pulled away breathing heavily,

"oh love, you have no idea how much i needed that."

Hold my hand

you stare into his eyes, taking everything in and not even blinking once. seonghwa squirms in his position on your lap as you let your hands slid up his dress, lifting the fabric higher.

you broke eye contact to look him up and down, breath getting heavier by the second. you saw in the corner of your eyes when seonghwa swallowed dryly.

you cooed and softly rubbed his thighs, "what's wrong, sweets?"

seonghwa avoided your worried gaze as he looks down at his hands, "i know the dress doesn't fit me like it used to..."

he tried sucking his stomach in, but the rolls only became more prominent, seonghwa bit his lip in embarrassment.

You can hit while they watch, boy

seonghwa had forgotten about himself as he was so focused on you, that's one of the reasons he liked you so much. you made him forget all about his flaws and imperfections.

your eyes widen at this newfound behaviour in seonghwa. never in your life had you imagined seonghwa to be so, so... insecure. in your eyes, he was this confident man with a rich husband and everything he ever wanted. however, it made you fall deeper in love with him. you adored that he was willing to show this new side to you.

you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head upwards to look at you, "hey... i think you look absolutely stunning today,"

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

you whispered before pressing your foreheads together as you sighed deeply, "you have no idea how badly i wanted to see you in that dress again..."

"really...?" seonghwa said, in uncertainty from his tone.

'Cause love is pain,

you didn't reply, only pulling him impossibly closer to you as you captured his lips again. seonghwa whined in response,

softly yanking at the hairs on your nape as your other hand went higher and higher into his dress.

but I need this shit (Yeah)

you could tell he was getting flustered from how hot his skin was getting. you let your tongues wander and fuse as you felt a string wrap around his hip, you smirked into the kiss and pulled away suddenly, leaving seonghwa panting and wanting for more.

We fuck too good when the bean kicks in

"wearing a thong? gosh, ms. park. and here i thought you were a woman of great dignity." seonghwa moaned quietly as you snapped the string of the thong, hitting against his skin.

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

seonghwa grinds further, "how can i keep my legs closed when the man of my dreams is right here? of course i need to impress."

you felt your breath caught in your throat when seonghwa lifted his dress, revealing the white lacy thong that covered right over the mound of his erection,

Don't give a fuck where the penis been (Uh)

a wet splotch in the middle as his cock twitched. seonghwa watched as your eyes became more lidded, trailing up his body as if he were your feast.

you bit your lip upon seeing the small pudge of fat that spilled over the thong, "wow," you muttered breathlessly.

Boy, you're the one,

your mind went blank as you dipped your head down and nuzzled against the warm fat, squishing the meat at his hips.

seonghwa shrieks in horror as he tangled his fingers in your hair, a futile attempt to pull a man twice his size off of him.

you're the only man

"s-stop! get off me," seonghwa cried as his face flushed red, never had theodore done such things to him. it made butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach.

Me and you on my OnlyFans

you pressed a few wet kisses against the plush flesh of his belly as seonghwa softly laid onto the bed. you pulled away and grinned at the man below you,

Holy cow,

"so pretty..." you kissed his inner thigh as seonghwa whined.

you're the Holy Trin'

"i want you now... please," seonghwa laid his arms next to his head, silently begging you to take his clothes off.

Hold me down when a hole need dick

you smirked, "yes, your highness."

seonghwa inhaled sharply as your slender fingers softly slid against his skin, moving upwards painfully slow as the fabric followed.

Be my security, it's your therapy

seonghwa whined, "come on, hurry!"

you only halted your movements and cooed at the male, "i don't want this pretty dress to tear, though." you teased. seonghwa thrashed in your hold as tears formed in the corners of his eyes,

With you, I ain't holding shit back

"please! we can get a new one-" you cut him off with a wet kiss as he tangled his hands in your hair once again. you groan into the kiss when his fingers yank at your scalp a little.

When I need my space, you give that

"but you said it's a custom made, remember?" you whispered against his lips. the littlest details you remembered about seonghwa made his stomach churn, unlike that damned theodore.

When he broke my heart, you fixed that

seonghwa stares at the string of saliva connected at yours and his bottom lip before looking back up at you, blushing as he realised you'd been staring at him the entire time.

With a long walk on the beach

"you still remembered?" he whispered softly.

you smirk as you brush his hair back, leaving butterfly kisses on the shell of his earlobes, making him shiver. "of course i remember,"

you gently knead his waist, "how can i forget?"

Love it when they honk-honk on the street (Beep)

you let your lips hover against his, but made no move to connect them together. you could hear seonghwa's uneven breath, making you chuckle softly.

"i remember everything," you kiss up his neck, "and i mean everything, about you."

When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (Yeah)

seonghwa whines before pulling your neck towards him suddenly. he pouts, "if you don't take off this damn dress now, i won't let you fuck me." you smirk and card your fingers through his slick-back hair,

We a whole damn joint, we a energy

"don't be so impatient, princess." seonghwa glares warningly as you chuckle softly, "alright, alright. i hope you're ready for what's next."

seonghwa couldn't even process anything as the dress was slipped off his body in one fast move, he shivered as the cold air hit his body.

Baby, we could just ride on our enemies

pushing him back onto the bed, you let your finger hover over his hole as seonghwa's cock twitched in his thong, calling for you. you leaned into his ear, "are you ready?"

They all wanna know how you get to me

seonghwa whined and pouted, "can't you just put it in now? i can't wait any longer for you, my love..." you couldn't resist his glossy puppy eyes and gave in, sighing.

however, seonghwa regretted his decision immediately upon seeing your huge cock spring out of your pants, hard with precum leaking at the tip. he shivered, "uh- i think i want to prepare first..."

Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines

you hold his chin with your thumb and index finger and tilt his head up, "backing down now? hm, i don't think so." letting go of your chin, you lined yourself up before gripping his hips roughly.

"ah- no! it-it'll rip...!" tears formed at the corner of seonghwa's eyes as you pushed in quickly, stretching him out in one go. seonghwa moaned whorishly when your tip hit his prostate with the first thrust, proving how big you really are.

'Cause this type of love's the epitome, said

seonghwa gripped the sheets beneath him as he arched his back, "ah! oh-oh my god... it- nghh- it's too much, m/n..."

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

there was an animalistic glint in your eyes upon hearing your name roll out of his mouth, "say it again," you said simply.

"h-huh?" it was hard for seonghwa to focus on your words when your huge cock was damn near to poking through his stomach, the full feeling in his stomach made him dizzy.

Like why are you capping me?

"say my name again." you growled into his ear, seonghwa felt himself physically and mentally melt. you groaned lowly upon the warm feeling of seonghwa clenching onto you.

"m-m/n, fuck me!" he cried.

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

you moaned when you heard your name again. your grip on his hips was so hard, seonghwa swore it'd bruise. suddenly, you pulled out and thrust back in quickly.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa screamed as he yanked at your hair, making you groan. his toes curled and thighs trembled, "oh! ngh, yeah- right there!"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa shivered when you buried your face into his neck, hot breath tickling his neck.

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa loved this. he smirked at the knowledge that none of his friends that fantasised about you would ever have you like he did, they would pay millions and even consider leaving their own husbands to be beneath you.

I wanna show you off (Off)

but here seonghwa was, making love to the very same man most of his female friends hoped to have. the thought alone made him feel all giddy, how you chose him over any of those women.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

seonghwa was suddenly brought back to reality when you sucked at him neck, making him squirm. "mm,,, n-not there, ah!" seonghwa felt you smirk into his neck as he continued his harsh thrusts.

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

tears rolled down seonghwa's cheek as he came untouched with you following soon after. you panted heavily as you looked down to admire your artwork, "i wish i could frame this exact moment, love."

seonghwa smirked, "that's not possible, but i hope you engrave this into your mind." you stroke his cheek, "you know i will."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you pulled out and watched your hot cum drip from his hole and onto the sheets, dampening it. you bit your lip as your cock became hard again just at the thought of breeding your beloved.

seonghwa gasped as you rubbed your erection against his entrance again, "w-what! again?" you nodded shamelessly and only nuzzled into his stomach, "but we just did it-"

seonghwa was cut off when you pushed yourself in again. he whimpered, still not getting used to your size. this time, seonghwa clung onto your back as you thrusted upwards. even though your thrusts were slow, each thrust hit against his prostate, making seonghwa's eyes roll back.

I wanna show you off (Off)

he cried as you sucked more hickies on his neck, his nails leaving angry red lines down your back as you only shivered. "ah... i'm gonna fill you up,"

seonghwa's eyes widen as he stares into your lust-filled ones, "i'm gonna make you carry my babies..." seonghwa moaned at the thought, overstimulated cock leaking obscene amounts of precum.

"that way, you'll be mine forever." seonghwa's vision began blurring as he muttered your name over and over, not even comprehending his or your words.

I wanna show you (Off)

"forever, forever, forever..." you mumbled again and again with each harsh thrust you sent. seonghwa whimpered as he closed his eyes, sounds of skin clapping and bed creaking filled the room.

anyone who passed by the room would know what was going on inside instantly, that's how loud and unholy the sounds were. but it turned seonghwa on to no end.

you smirked, "pretty baby..."

Yeah, yeah

leaning down, you suckle on seonghwa's nipple suddenly, making his body jolt. "h-hey! ah- not there, d- ngh! don't..." seonghwa's back arched as you bit down onto his chest, the pleasure of your thrusts and the pain of your teeth clashing together.

I wanna show you off (Off)

pulling away, you smile at your teeth mark you left around his nipple. you tutted, "i can't leave the other one unattended, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa gulped as you attached yourself to his other nipple, pulling it with your teeth. seonghwa cried and whimpered as he sunk his head back onto the soft pillow below his head, hands gripping your arms as he twitched and trembled.

I wanna show you (Yeah)

seonghwa felt your cock twitch and thrusts grow sloppy as you slowly reached your orgasm, him following.

a few more thrusts was all it took before you released your second load into seonghwa. he responded by moaning and arching his back, mesmerised by the warm feeling invading his stomach as he came in long, white ropes.

Yeah, yeah

you thrust a few more times as you came down from your high before pulling out. seonghwa whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, feeling your cum slowly flow out of his hole.

I wanna show you off (Off)

you collapse next to seonghwa, wrapping him in the thick blanket before spooning the male. "do you wanna clean up?" you ask.

seonghwa shook his head and nuzzled into your neck, "stay for the night, please." you grinned and kissed the top of his head, "what kind of person would i be if i left?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you two laid in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up, "marry me." seonghwa's eyes widen as he sat up immediately, hair a mess as his cheeks flush red.

"a-are you serious?" you chuckled and cupped his cheeks, "yes, i am." seonghwa bit his lip worriedly, "b-but what about theodore, what do i do? what do you do? what-"

I wanna show you

you cut off his rambling by kissing him lovingly. the kiss filled with nothing but pure love and yearning for the other, "i'll take care of it, so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

you intertwine your hands with seonghwa's when he sniffled, pressing your foreheads together.

Hold my hand

"i love you, park seonghwa." he nodded as his bottom lip trembled,

"or should i say, l/n seonghwa?"

You can hit while they watch, boy

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[gothamite-rambler]

Imagine Dragons Is A Good Band!

Context: And I will die on that hill!

Wally West felt a nagging sensation in the back of his mind as he stood outside the entrance of a concert for the a good band he's been enjoying for years.

Wally: Something is off… what is it?

He began speed-running around town, the world around him blurring as people appeared to come to a standstill at his superhero pace. Thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to piece together what he had forgotten.

Wally: Something about a wing… wing… Night… wing? Oh! He’s not missing the Imagine Dragons concert again!

Without wasting another moment, Wally zipped to Dick Grayson’s apartment. He swiftly unlocked the door with the spare key his friend had given him and dashed into Grayson’s room, completely indifferent to the scenario unfolding inside. Dick and Kori were frozen mid-coitus as Wally sped past them to separate the two.

Wally: Sorry, gotta save the day!

He quickly dressed Dick, hastily adjusting his clothes, and pulled him out of the apartment, leaving a sloppily written note on the immobile Kori's head to read once time started back up. Arriving at the Imagine Dragons concert just in time, Wally set Dick down like he was a mannequin.

Wally: All right, just place you here, and wait for time to catch up in four, three, two—

Time caught up with everyone around him as Wally hummed one of the songs from the band.

Dick (confused): Where am I?

Wally (holding out his arms): Ta-da! Imagine Dragons!

Dick groaned, facepalming.

Dick: No, God! Look, Nickelback wasn’t bad to see in concert, but I refuse to sit through Imagine Dragons.

Wally (fake sweetly): Aww, you think you have a choice. That’s adorable.

Wally chuckled, patting Dick on the back as he tried to collect himself.

Dick: I was in the middle of something!

Wally: Yep, I'm aware. Don’t worry, I didn’t see much I haven’t already.

Dick (uncomfortable): You… need to explain that more.

Wally: After the concert! You should fix your shirt, I was in a hurry while changing you.

Wally walked away as if it were all perfectly normal, leaving a frustrated Grayson to gather his thoughts. Upon glancing at his reflection, Dick noticed his shirt was on backward, which only added to his annoyance.

Dick: Why did I give him a key to my apartment? And why did he pick this shirt… and did he put on my underwear?!

His musings were abruptly interrupted when his cell phone rang. He answered without checking the caller ID.

Dick (exhausted): Hey, Kori.

Kori (not upset): Wally left a note about a concert taped to my forehead. I’m impressed with how quickly he moved. Did he dress you correctly this time?

Dick groaned while repositioning his shirt.

Dick: He made sure to put a belt on me and… underwear.

Kori giggled.

Kori: Better than the last incident! When will you two be back?

Dick: Few hours… sorry. He really likes… mediocre bands.

Kori: It’s fine. Wally wants to spend quality time with his boyfriend, and I won’t interfere. You two have fun.

Kori giggled again, intentionally teasing her boyfriend.

Dick: Not the time for jokes. Especially since I have to listen to Imagine Dragons.

Kori: Mm, not all their music is bad. Get me a shirt!

Dick ended the call in frustration, heaving a heavy sigh as he walked into the concert with the sounds of the crowd already ringing in his ears.

Dick: Bruce was not kidding about these guys being headache-inducing and annoying.

As the chaotic melodies began to fill the venue, he resigned himself to endure the night, reflecting on his choices and his stubbornly cheerful friend.

[gingermintpepper]

🌧️☔️

Oh man okay, sure!

🌧 - "Something angsty from your wip"

Featuring a snippet from one of my very many "Hyacinth's awakening" attempts:

His name is Hyacinthus Amyclus of Amyclae and once, he was a prince. He had been an auspicious prince, chosen by the gods themselves. Man of the People, they’d called him, the Sun Shepherd. He remembers because the sister in his mind wears braided laurels on her arm. Women weren’t to wear laurels. Not like the ones he’d had. He remembers the him who’d laughed at such a declaration, the shock in the eyes of the man who’d dared to question the habits of his prince and princess. If it were against divine law for a woman to wear her brother’s laurels then let the lord of the laurel come down from the heavens and tear them from her himself.  Yes, he’d laughed then. Had stood his ground, had protected his sister’s limited freedoms.  Maybe that’s why he’s here now. Alone. In the dark. With nothing but fading memories for company. He’d tested the gods one too many times and now he was condemned to hell.  “It’s not like you to be so self-pitying, Hyacinthus.” The memory of warm hands cling to him. Bright fingers which cup the edge of his jaw, a softer smile than that of his brother, a closer touch than that of his sister’s. It slips from his jaw down to his neck. Pinches the side of his throat. Right, of course. How could he regret questioning the gods when they were so damn annoying? A laugh like honey seeps into his ear, the scent of laurel and reed. “That’s better.”  This too is punishment. For which crime, Hyacinth can’t quite remember, but he was certain this was divine providence. Maybe his pride, for daring to possess a god. Maybe his hubris for believing he would be an exception to the fates.  “Now, that’s not entirely fair, my dear.” And him, with his aureate hair like the rays of the sun and his darkly shining eyes as rich and gold as the honeycomb. He, who lingers above Hyacinthus’ prone body even now, picking at his corpse and leaving marks on his death-pale skin, he was the cruellest punishment of them all. A teasing laugh like wind over the rolling hills, cold kisses that do not fill the aching emptiness carved and bleeding in Hyacinthus’ chest. He is the only thing that is more ghost than memory. His madness given golden form and domain over him, the only man he had ever bared his throat to over and over and over again.  “Is this not an eternity as I promised? Here, with me?”  Hyacinthus feels his cold hands on his throat, mere whispers of the heat his body recalls in that foggy once-upon-a-time of his memories. Fine hairs flower petal soft spill onto his forehead, must be making a blood stain of gold on the ground around him. There is no air for him to breathe, no muscle for him to tense and yet he is flush with bitterness anew. “I do not know where I am. Or how much time has passed. Or when next I will see my family.”  The impression of his palm is smaller than the one in Hyacinthus’ memory. Maybe, like his sister, this phantom too will break down and fade away. Maybe that is why he can no longer feel the overwhelmingness of his heat. “Those things lay deep in the domain of the dead. I cannot grant them to you.”  How many times have they had this exchange? How many more times would they say these things to each other?  “Then let me die. Pay my fee and let me die.”  Over and over again.

And ☔ - "Talk about/give a synopsis for a fic you'll probably never write"

Admittedly, there are a lot of those just because I have so many brainworms all the time but one of the concepts I've recently accepted will just remain a warm memory to go back to when I'm feeling down is a 5+1 fic with Ares and Artemis discovering, raising and releasing the Stymphalian Birds! I'm really interested in Ares and Artemis' entanglements and the many things attributed to them both and the Stymphalian Birds have always been cool (to me) due to their nature + their habitat as swamp dwellers! The idea of Ares having found (or created!!) these little demon chickies and panicking because they ate something they weren't supposed to so he panics and brings them down to Artemis who looks at him and his jar of chirping baby birds then metaphorically slams the door in his face gives me immense joy. Ares, of course, bugs her until she agrees to help him keep them fed which leads to Artemis teaching how to hunt, Ares teaching her a thing or two about Olympian politics and a very big brood of birds between them both! Very cute, but it'll probably remain in the drafts.

[fazedlight]

Medal (post-canon Dansen)

That’s my wife, Alex thought proudly. She tugged Kelly closer as they entered the room - a large gala-style event, with Kelly’s name and face blazed on a poster. Alex smiled as she noted everyone who was already there - Kara loading her plate with potstickers as Lena whispered in her ear, James shaking hands with General Hanson who would be presenting Kelly’s award that night, Nia smoothing over a conversation with Brainy and a soldier where Brainy had almost certainly said something mildly awkward.

Kelly herself was all smiles as she entered the room, tugging at Alex’s side to point out an old buddy from bootcamp, waving across the way to a friend from her deployment in Afghanistan. Alex hadn’t gotten the chance to meet so many of these people - spread across the US after their time in the army - and found herself happy to finally be putting faces to names from Kelly’s stories.

And then Kelly’s jaw tensed.

Alex turned to her wife, noting her suddenly stiff frame and plastered smile. “What is it?” Alex murmured into her ear.

“Nothing,” Kelly said.

“Kelly…”

Kelly glanced to Alex. “I just didn’t expect that he’d be here,” she murmured. “That’s Dixon.”

Alex glanced over. Kelly’s former commanding officer, she thought, tensing. The homophobic, misogynistic bastard who had made Kelly’s time in the army hell - not to mention a large part of the reason she had to hide her relationship with her fiancee at the time. At least, as Alex had learned, the man’s career had crashed and burned years earlier.

“I’m not going to let him ruin my night,” Kelly said. Alex turned back and smiled.

They continued to make their rounds, meeting more people, eventually giving the superfriends a hug when they reached them, enjoying the cacophony of voices and the ambience of the evening.

“Dr. Olsen,” a voice said, as another man approached Kelly, “We’ll be starting soon, we’ll need you backstage.”

Kelly nodded, planting a kiss on Alex’s cheek before turning away, following the man for whatever prep work was needed backstage.

Alex - alone - wandered around the room, making a beeline towards the bar for a nice scotch. But she stopped when her eyes landed back on Dixon.

The man was exiting a corner door, out towards an empty and unlit balcony area that Alex had seen earlier in the evening. Alex’s jaw tensed, and she turned towards the door, slowly ambling through the crowd until she reached the quiet balcony.

Dixon was alone, the shadows only lit by the cigarette he had pulled out, burning smell dissipating in the cool night air. Dixon blew smoke out in a huff, seemingly annoyed.

The tap of Alex’s shoes on the tiles alerted Dixon to her presence, and he turned towards her. Disinterested, he looked away again. “Here with your husband?”

“I’m Alex Danvers,” Alex said, “Kelly’s wife.”

A sneer appeared on Dixon’s lips. “Suppose you are.”

Alex glanced at Dixon, mulling over the washed up man in front of her. She had been curious, once upon a time, to meet him - to understand the jackass that had once made Kelly’s life a miserable hell. 

But there was nothing to understand. No hill left to die on. Kelly had fought and won her own battles, and this man was left in the dust.

Alex turned to leave, but she paused when she heard footsteps coming towards her. “She’s here because of me,” Dixon said, standing toe-to-toe with Alex as he threw his cigarette to the floor. “It’s fucking biology, women aren’t cut out for military shit.”

If it had been a few years earlier, Alex would’ve thrown a fist in his face then and there. The insult, the gall, of a man trying to grab all the credit for Kelly’s hard work and brilliance?

But she didn’t throw a punch. Maybe it was the calming effect of age. Maybe it was the years of hearing Kelly’s psychological talk. Maybe it was that Dixon himself didn’t even sound convinced of his own words, trying to intimidate with desperate bravado. 

So Alex chose the weapon that all fragile men feared: She laughed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

She didn’t wait to hear Dixon’s answer, turning to walk away and rejoin the party. But before she could go far, she felt a hand grab at her arm, roughly yanking her back. “Fucking dy-”

Alex didn’t let him finish his sentence, instead sending a swift knee to the man’s groin, causing him to grunt in pain and keel over. “You bitch,” he gasped.

“You’re done, dude,” she sniped back. “You realize there are cameras on this balcony? If you want to make a shitshow of how you tried to assault me and got beat, I’m happy to go there.”

Dixon gasped again, and Alex turned away, reentering the ballroom. Dixon is in Kelly’s rearview mirror, she thought to herself, watching as General Hanson took the stage, so he’s in mine too. 

“Good evening,” General Hanson greeted, as Alex made her way to the front of the crowd - between Kara and James, looking at the corner of the stage where Kelly patiently waited. Kelly glanced in Alex’s direction, smiling with nerves as Alex gave her an encouraging thumbs up.

“Dr. Kelly Olsen’s groundbreaking research has opened up new avenues in the fight against PTSD,” General Hanson said. “Her dedicated service to her country is only outshined by her endless pursuit of helping her fellow veterans. We present this medal to honor her astounding achievements in aid to our soldiers, and all who wrestle with this illness.”

The room burst into applause - Alex was the loudest - as Kelly strode onto stage, receiving her medal with a wide smile. That’s my wife, Alex thought again proudly, and she’s a fucking badass.

[badsongpetey]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The Water Guardian: Part 6

The question wasn’t would Lance come back, it was simply how soon. How soon turned out to be very not soon enough in Lance’s considerable estimation. School, work, and family obligations conspired upon him in a clearly targeted and evil scheme to keep him from gaining internet fame through an exclusive friendship with a reclusive cryptid. All of which led to Lance standing by Keith’s pool nearly two weeks after his last visit.

It’s just as beautiful and serene as the first time he saw it: water splashing gently down the rocks; birds and frogs chirping their songs; trees rustling in a gentle breeze. The kind of place that could instantly relax a person — that is if the person weren’t a Lance person currently standing around waiting on a very conspicuously absent dragon.

“Um, Keith?” Lance hesitantly asks the forest. He feels like an idiot. If there were any other people around he’d die of embarrassment, but fortunately or not, he seems to be completely alone.

Is Keith here? Is Keith even its name? Keith seemed like a pretty bland name for a cryptid, maybe he’d heard it wrong. Maybe it was really like “Kyitth” or something more magical, and now he was offending the dragon by mispronouncing it. Or maybe he really had been poisoned by contaminated pond water and had hallucinated the entire exchange. The longer he stands there, the more he worries. Dammit Hunk, why weren’t you faster getting out that test kit? Sure, yeah, maybe he could’ve waited to dive in…

“You’re late.”

Lance spins to see Keith up to his chest in the water, glaring daggers at him.

“Whoa, dude, maybe give a guy a head’s up or something before popping up outta nowhere?” Lance only half jokes, trying to cover for the near heart attack he just experienced.

“You’re late.”

Lance huffs, “Look, we didn’t exactly put this little get together in our calendars or anything. Things were crazy, I came back as soon as I could.”

In response Keith sinks up to his nose in the water, and squints with ferocity in Lance’s direction.

“I really tried.” Lance throws his hands up in the air in exasperation, how did he forget how annoying Keith is? “I TRIED. I was BUSY. But, look, I’m here. I came back. Isn’t that what matters?”

At this Keith disappears beneath the water completely, leaving behind only a few delicate bubbles which dance across the surface.

Lance sighs audibly. Like what does Keith expect him to do? Instantly give up his entire life to be at Keith’s beck and call? Figures he’s somehow managed to find the world’s most entitled cryptid.

Loud splashing draws his attention back to the water as Keith vaults effortlessly out of the pool and onto the surrounding rocks, and, yup, naked again. But this time Lance has come prepared. Looking away, because again, his mama raised a gentleman, he reaches into his backpack and tosses some clothes in Keith direction. He hears a satisfying thump as the bundle clearly hits its target — he always had impeccable aim.

“Lance?”

Lance figures that’s his signal that it’s safe to look. Keith stands before him wearing black sweatpants and an old grey t-shirt he was willing to part with. And it’s, fuck, it’s cute, okay?

“You’re really attached to the clothing huh?” Keith is smirking again.

“People wear clothing, Keith. It’s just polite. If you’re gonna look like people, you gotta cover up. It’s non-negotiable.” Lance is dying on this hill.

Keith shrugs, “If you say so.”

“I do. Say so. Yes.” This is gotta be the one of the more ridiculous demands Lance has ever made, telling a cute guy to cover up, but Keith isn’t a guy, even if he’s cute. What he needs is a subject change, immediately. “So, ah, what do you do around here for fun?”

Keith frowns, “Fun?”

“Yeah!” Lance smiles, “I mean, I know you’ve got the whole guard duty thing, but it’s pretty quiet around here, you must do something to pass the time.”

“This water is my sacred responsibility, and my life-force, it’s not just a job.” Keith growls.

Ok, open mouth insert foot, Lance didn’t usually have such a hard time starting up a conversation. “Hey, I didn’t mean that what you do isn’t important. I mean, this waterfall, it’s beautiful. You do a good job taking care of it, I’m sure it’s a lot of work.”

Keith softens a bit at the praise, “It is. But I do what I can.”

Lance decides to come at the question from a different angle. “Does watching over this leave you any time for anything else?”

Keith cocks his head, thoughtful. “I patrol, swim, take care of the animals, repair damage to the land, and sometimes…”

Lance thinks he can hear Keith end that sentence, but it’s so soft he can’t make it out. “Sometimes you?” He prompts.

Keith looks away. Embarrassed? “Sometimes, when there’s time, I, read.”

Lance’s eyebrows shoot all the way up past his hairline. The cryptid, READS?! “You read?? Like, books?”

“What else do you read?” Keith fires back.

“Hey no,” Lance backtracks, “I didn’t mean… I just, I didn’t expect you to have books out here?”

Keith scowls, “Why? Because I’m just some monster to you?”

“What? No!” Crap, were all dragons this touchy or did Lance just get extra lucky? “I didn’t mean that, it’s just that you live out here in the middle of absolute nowhere. It’s not like there’s a library. I didn’t figure you’d have, I dunno, human stuff.”

Keith looks away. “They… were my father’s.”

Oh shit. Did that mean there was some even bigger and grumpier dragon around? No, Keith said they were his father’s, that means… Keith has turned almost completely away from him. This is definitely not a bear he should poke.

“Uh, sorry.” It’s a lame response, but Lance isn’t sure what the protocol is on consolidating a cryptid on the loss of a family member.

Keith shrugs, “I didn’t know him.”

In the awkward silence that follows Lance becomes convinced that Keith can hear the sound of the gears grinding in his head trying to come up with a way to salvage the conversation, because he quietly adds, “Would you like to see them?”

“I’d LOVE to!” Lance practically shouts in relief before attempting to regain his cool. “I mean, sure, if you want to, it’d be cool.”

Keith glances back at him, and, yep, there’s the eye roll again. But also a tiny smile? Lance will take the win.

[byrdstrolls]

Wherefore Art Thou Rollyn

The last beams of sunlight drip their colors onto the sea like wax splatters off a candle. The waves carry the fragile slices of a discordant and violent light over their waves, rocking them to sleep like a cradle. Clouds stalk the edges of the horizon, reaching towards the last embers of the far off sun as if moving to smother the celestial being in slow motion. On the balcony, the young troll stares at his namesake. 

Grief is a funny thing. He had imagined it so far behind him, but he never lost it. It’s a pursuit predator. It was waiting for him to tire himself out. To pause. The manor on the upper hills had many balconies. The troll standing upon it had many manors. But he chose this one for a reason. Lately, Sunset’s therapist has been telling him to allow himself to feel his emotions. And so, as futile and clinical as he found the practice, he had begun to work hours into his night scheduled specifically for feeling things. He had woken up and thought, okay, I have an hour before work. This is when I want to mourn losing Rollyn. That was one of many griefs, but at the forefront of his mind in the past months, after everything that had happened. He had stared at his bedroom wall for a long time, only to find his emotions weren’t playing fair. His mind was full of other things. Every other hour of the night the thought of her consumed him except for the hour he has specifically set aside. 

Alright, Sunset had told himself. If his heart wouldn’t play fair, neither would he. And so he came here. She had come to this specific balcony many times, later in the relationship. One night he had wrongfully assumed she, well, couldn’t actually fly with her wings, simply on the basis she never seemed to in public. From that point forward, they had been determined to prove him wrong, despite flying this high often triggering their asthma. She would show up on the fifth floor of this place just to prove she could. He had taken to keeping an inhaler for her in the dresser drawer, just in case. Now, staring at the empty place on the railing she had often landed like something from a fairytale, he felt sad. He felt triumph on outwitting his emotions like this, before he remembered winning just meant feeling terrible. 

Only forty five minutes of sadness. He better milk this for all its worth. He had no time to be miserable later. Let’s not pull any punches, he thinks. 

Rollyn wanted to not care if you died. He thinks. If you died right now Rollyn would feel only relief and she wanted that. He thinks, cruel to himself in the way only he alone could be. 

You could die now, and no one would mourn you, because no one could stand remembering you. No one could bear the burden of knowing you. What is there about you worth keeping? 

The last few beams of light are vanishing into the ocean. Sunset's thoughts bury in him like seeds, rooting him to the spot. There's something cathartic about talking to himself like this, the way he knows he's not supposed to. The monologue runs on loops in his head, and everytime it passes through him, part of him dies with it. The manor’s proximity alarm goes off, and he turns back towards the inside of the building, confused and mildly annoyed at the interruption midway through his sadness hour. 

Suddenly a full force slams into him with a thud, and Sunset falls to the ground, pressed there by who had just collided with him, wind knocked out of his lungs. He takes a moment to process what has just happened, because it's so difficult for him to believe. Rollyn Firlyn has landed on his balcony, and she has a baseball bat. He stills his hands from where they instinctively raise to defend himself, not wanting to hurt her, but his ex seems to be making no such reservations. She slams the bat into his head. They’re wheezing and panting, worn out from flying over, and not a particularly skilled fighter. 

“Ow” He barely manages before they wack him on the head again. The man deduces she's not here to talk, she’s clearly just trying to knock him out. He makes a strategic decision to close his eyes. 

“Rollyn-Ow!” He says, interrupted by another badly timed wack. “Rollyn, before you knock me out” He insists, raising his hands in surrender. As he watches her struggle to breathe as she tries to beat him. 

“Rollyn, the black dresser, second drawer, your inhaler” He manages. 

This only seems to make her angrier, she slams the bat into him one last time with a frantic yell, before finally conceding she really does need it, stumbling toward the dresser and pulling out the device, pressing it to her face, humiliated. 

Sunset lays perfectly still where she had left him. 

“Don’t move!” She shouts around the inhaler anyways, pointing the bat at him. 

“Okay” He says. 

“How did you have this!” She yells, panicking. “How and why did you have this in your dresser drawer!” 

He squints up at her through what is quickly swelling into a black eye at the disheveled woman in front of him. 

“What do you want me to say?” 

“The truth! Why did you keep this!” They say, their voice cracking over the shout. 

“I don’t know,” He mumbles. “The way a hopeless romantic does when he thinks there's a millionth of a chance the love of his life might show up on his balcony.”

This is apparently the wrong answer. She pulls the bat back and swings it again. And it really does knock him out this time. 

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Sunset comes to a couple minutes later, in the nearby room, tied to a chair. He wiggles his hands against the duct tape and frowns. There’s something big and heavy around his neck, like a shock collar. A voodoo suppressant, he realizes. Where did she get one of these? They’re hard to come by. His head aches and feels fuzzy and sharp all at once. He's not sure if it's the collar affecting him or he has a concussion. He opens his eyes. Rollyn is sitting in front of him, stray hairs peeking disobediently from her ponytail. She has a gun. 

“Wrong answer…?” He groans. 

“No mindgames” She says. “When Sereni attacked you months ago,” They hiss. “You told her I asked you to get my memories erased. Why?” 

“Because you did” He answers truthfully. 

“Ha!” She barks back. “You knew that would freak me out!” They say, pointing their gun at him. This would be a hilarious way for me to die, Sunset thinks. How come no one else noticed that alarm going off? 

“You knew,” Rollyn rambles, beginning to pace back and forth like a mad woman. “That I’d get so freaked out, wondering why I’d do that- wondering what would make me feel guilty enough to do that- you knew I’d get scared I did something to you! And couldn’t remember it. Well? Was that it? The 3d- 5d-” 

“Don’t say chess” He pleads. 

“Don’t interrupt me!” She says, swerving back around to point the gun at him again. “Was that your whole 5d chess game! You wanted me to come here and ask you what I did?” 

He stares at her. 

“No”

“I said no mind games!” The frazzled woman insists, her eyes wide with fear. 

“Yeah” he says softly. “I heard.” 

“Don’t fuck with me” They command. 

“You thought all that was a trap to bring you here and then you just… came anyways?” Sunset asks. 

Her gaze falters for a second. “You get one chance,” She says. “You get one chance to explain yourself. Tell me the truth. What happened?” 

“If you wanted the truth,” He says. “You wouldn’t have asked me to erase it from your pan.” 

Rollyn fires the gun into the air, as if to prove she’s not fucking around. It works, and Sunset goes still, as if the gravity of the situation has just hit him over his pounding headache

“...okay” He stumbles. “I told you an incredibly vulnerable secret about myself. You and I fell deeply in love. You then got worried I was risking myself too much in my line of work, and asked me to erase everything from that secret onward from your mind so you wouldn’t have to mourn me if I died.” 

“You say that like that's not- some crazy thing you cooked up for months in a lab to say specifically to make me feel terrible and want you back!” They accuse frantically, despite something in their bones knowing this to be true the moment they heard it. 

“Why ask me for the truth,” Sunset says. “If you’ve already decided in your own head what the truth is.” 

“What is it then? This secret that makes me fall madly in love with you?” She huffs, disbelievingly. 

He stares up at her, eyes clouded over with a dangerous storm of pain and hurt and love and acute sorrow. “Oh Rollyn” He breathes. “Why would I tell you that again?” 

She takes this sentence like a spear to the chest. Hearing and understanding the undertone of disappointment and distrust that permeates the final word, a sob rises from her chest. 

“I hate you” They cry, shaking him in his chair. “I’m so confused.” 

“I know.” 

“Fuck you!” 

“If you can’t trust me” He says slowly. “Trust yourself, Rollyn. You wanted not to know this.” 

“I didn’t want this!” She snaps. “I don’t know who that troll who asked you for it was but that girl wasn’t me!” 

“It was you,” He says, dejected. 

“Why should I get punished for her mistakes!” 

“Just because you don’t remember it,” He sighs. “Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.” 

“That's not fair” They say, shaking him again. 

“Is it fair to me?” He says. “To break my heart and then tell me it can’t be broken, because you don’t remember breaking it? Do you have any idea how many clients that have pulled the same ‘stop flinching Sunset, I don’t remember hurting you’” 

“It’s not fair” She repeats, like a prayer, tears welling in her eyes. “Why did you do it? Why did you listen to me?” 

“I would have pulled the moons down from the sky,” He says. “If you asked me, Rollyn.” 

“Fuck you” They repeat, sobbing. 

 “Everything okay Sunset?” Enin interrupts, suddenly and jarringly, appearing next to your reflection in the window, and stepping out of it, probably to check on the alarm. The mirror demon stares at the sobbing Rollyn straddling Sunset tied to the chair, unsure how to react to the scene in front of him. 

“Not now Enin,” Sunset pleads, as Rollyn points the gun at him. “Kind of in the middle of something.” 

“You sure you’ve got this handled” He says, staring down the barrel of the gun pointed at him as if it were a particularly interesting bug. 

“Yes!” Sunset insists. “I’m sure.” The mafia boss huffs. “Tell everybody to steer clear of here.” 

“Okayyy” The creature says, disappearing back into the reflection, and then vanishing. 

“I don’t know how long that will hold them off” The mafia boss admits, staring at the spot where he vanished. 

“I wanna know” They say, pointing the gun at your chin. “Fuck what past me said, I want to know the secret.” 

“What if you don’t?” He says, “What if you ask me to do the same thing, all over again.” 

“I won’t” They insist. 

“Why would I believe you?” Sunset says. 

“I promise” She pleads, like that means something. He had seen such promises turn to paper so many times. Crumbling under the weight of things people didn’t want to know, didn’t want to feel. 

“You understand that this information will only be a burden to you?” He pleads. “It will only make you feel worse. You didn’t want to know me” He says, his voice cracking. “You hated what you found. I can’t do this again. Don’t make me do this again.” He begs. 

“I won't,” She says, cupping his cheeks. “Please” She pleads. “I wanna remember you Sunset. All of it” 

And he caves, the same way he always caves. 

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Enin enters the room an hour or so later, from that same reflection in the window pane. She’s long gone by then. She had said she needed time to think. Sunset has wiggled out of the duct tape, and is staring at that same night sky that had captivated him so earlier that morning. 

“I had your eight am meeting for you” The shapeshifter says, turning into Sunset and back again for emphasis. 

“Thanks.” The purple says. And then is silent for a long moment.

“Should I go have your 9am too?” Enin asks. “Do you need a recovery buffer?” 

“She’s probably” The purpleblood mumbles. “Bad news, isn’t she.” 

“They did tie you to a chair” The creature replies, cautiously. “And fuck up your face.” 

“The media would have a field day, if they knew,” Sunset says, staring at the lawn. “She’s too much publicity. We couldn’t date again now if we wanted to. We’d have to put up a whole pr front. Or do it in secret. Matise would throw a fit. And I’m so busy right now.” 

“Yeah,” Enin says. “And she tied you to a chair and pointed a gun at you, Sunset.” 

“Yeah.” He says. Watching the waves shimmer in the distance with starlight. He again does not speak. Lost in the way the waves break apart the moons reflected on their surface. It has been a hell of a sadness hour. 

“None of that's going to stop you though, is it?” Eninot guesses. 

Sunset stands up, and immediately runs straight into a nearby wall. 

“Ow” he says. “I think I have a concussion” He says, his hand going to his head, he glances down at the voodoo suppressing collar. “And I need some bolt cutters.”

[officialleotolstoy]

7, 8, 16, and 22! <3

7. What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

Pierre. I loved Comet Pierre and I think his book counterpart is more annoying but still a fascinating and at times sympathetic character. However, I’ve had to turn into a hater because everyone and their mother acts like he’s a perfect angel who can do no wrong. Dave Malloy syndrome

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about?

DANATOLE. I have written paragraphs upon paragraphs about this but everyone is so wrong about them and I’m the only one that understands. If they aren’t horrible for each other and toxic and the worst men on earth you aren’t doing it right I don’t take criticism. Also much more minor but I hate Danatole as a ship name it’s so ugly

Also, people act like Marya D is such a good godmother but completely brush over the atrocious way she treated Sonya. I promise I’m not a hater of hers I just think she should be allowed to have flaws

16. You can’t understand why so many people like this thing:

MARYA D X HÉLÈNE. I know it comes from Grace McLean’s ensemble character Katya and Hélène making out in the Abduction sequence but why did everyone collectively decide that’s MARYA D. Katya was free real estate to give Hélène a gf and you all ignored that. Shame on you.

22. Your favorite part of canon everyone ignores:

The Marya B and Natasha closeness arc that happens after Andrei died. They fell in love and I will die on that hill. No one talks about this and I can’t believe it

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “The Stars say Hello” — Gojo Satoru

— Word count: 2.1k

—A/n: it wasn’t meant to become long at all- idk what happened (yes it’s a repost what about it huh)

— Warnings: character death; established relationship; toxic way of dealing with emotions<3 (not proofread!); hurt no comfort(?)

~5 Times Satoru Gojo’s Infinity touched you~

~4 Times you felt it~

The fates were twisted.

Your giggle ran through the hallway, a cheeky grin he held, an annoyed smile adorned you as well.

“Satoru!” A huffed out breath, he’d kept you as is for about an hour now, “What do you want?”

Satoru Gojo was lanky, large hands, larger legs—a huge heart, and an even bigger smile he held.

“So damn impatient, fine, C’mere,” and all to your dismay, a hand grabbed rough, your body was pulled a-front along with himself.

“At least tell me what it is, you god damn-”

“-I learnt something, something new.” A face so bright, painted all so perfectly in his excitement—a smile creeped on your face all the same.

“Finally mastering our a, b, c’s are we?” Your smirk greeted his frown—“haha, you’re so funny,” casual, with his arm stuck on your shoulder.

A shove and an obvious expression.

“Go stand there, and take this,” a bunch of erasers, dull—clean, a mix—hastily shoved into your fist, “Go quicker would you?”

A roll of your eyes, “Yea yea, whatever,”

Your feet dragged along the grass, green, bright?

Did it seem so in the sun or was that afternoon all so amusing?

“Throw em’ at me,”

Your eyes bore at his figure, a brow raised, “you called me here so I could throw shit at you?”

Six eyes, they saw the ticks on your face well.

Six eyes, they saw everything.

“Can you do one job that I tell you-”

Childish banter- paused a moment too slow as you chucked the only, entirely white eraser up at him—and all to your shock, it bounced off.

Silence—then a chuckle, his.

Jaw hanging, eyes narrowed, “Wait- how did you-”

“Pretty cool huh?” The proud smirk only widened now then, “Suguru and I really are the strongest aren’t we?”

Another eraser chucked at him, this time the dirtiest, almost blackened.

“No- how did you,” confounded, you moved—all too quick, right beside him—eyes barred from him, a thin layer—never more far apart you’d stood—infinity against you.

“You can’t even touch me at your will now,” he snickered, the words would faint into the mind of his later—all too late—you can’t even touch him at will now.

No one can.

Proven correct, he stood taller—proud, insatiable, too proud.

More twisted were the tales they crafted.

The night lay lit up by the moon alone—shining upon you, upon him.

“The stars,” you watched his smile, almost as if etched upon his face—you adored it, you adored him.

“What about them?”

His smile faltered, a moment—you noted as always—“They’re a thousand light years away,” a statement, nothing to be added.

A silence blanketed the two of you, the night was warm—Satoru’s body lay cold as ever, yours snuggled into his—lying alone on the hill, simply upon a blanket—together.

The hill that you wanted to die upon, you’d joked often.

“Like almost this far,” you looked up to find his hand outstretched —“touch it,” he snickered.

A small smile you let out, “I swear if it’s-”

“-do it,” Satoru whined, eliciting another grin from you.

“Ok ok, you big baby.”

Your hand stretched out too—to touch his, to hold him- and oh how the infinity kept him safe, kept him away.

A pout rested on your lips as Satoru giggled, “that’s how far they are,”

“You’re so annoying,” and just then, clicked off—as if on a switch, the distance between was gone—to that which tended the infinity was soon engulfed into a hug from satoru to you.

“The stars look pretty tonight,” your words fell to almost deaf ears, his eyes stuck onto all that was above, on to all that was unachievable— to most.

“You look pretty every night,” he added, a soft chuckle, yours and his.

“What do you think is prettier? The moon or…”

The stars.

Not a night went by where you wouldn’t adore the eyes, in the sky and in his eyes.

Pity lay bared, his dimmed and the world only seemed to sparkle more.

“What do you think?”

A sharp inhale, sharper exhale, cerulean eyes looked at you—“I think the stars yearn to be recognised, I think the moon is beautiful but the stars aren’t recognised well enough,”

Head tilted to the side, you stared at him—fingers moving all among themselves, his face cupped now—“I think the moon is like you in every sense,” your words were hushed, scared, maybe?

A lean in from him, you leaned in too—foreheads pressed together then, “Be my star, please? Every and all—please?”

And the next morning, maybe You’d cringe, and chuckle together—all so sappy, but in the moment that played, all so vulnerable Satoru Gojo Sat for you, you swore upon your life that you’d be his, every little star in his skies.

“I think the stars would love you Toru’ —I think they’d love saving their hellos to you someday.”

Thin strands of a lifeline, played with, tampered by the fates all so easy.

“Nanami left,”

Your eyes shot up, the knife that chopped onions for dinner — it was Satoru’s birthday.

“Oh,” you mumbled, frown on your lips—“left for wh-”

“Left. He’s left Jujutsu, said he can’t deal with it—what an idiot,” the scoff was well heard, your heart thumped, visibly upset Satoru lay.

“Right,” you mumbled up again, “is there no way we could- we could con- convince him maybe?” Unsure you words hung, another scoff—an eye roll from satoru, your jaw clenched.

“I- I get you’re upset Toru’ but- you know, there are still many of us-”

“-shut up please.”

Silence.

Not the usual, not the warm kind—it pierced, your heart lay in its own shambles.

You stared at Satoru, not even apologetic, you wanted to cry.

The words and the meaning was clear, he didn’t want to hear you talk—but to a saddened mind, little solace do facts ever offer, right?

The flame dimmed—not yours, the sauce you were preparing, let down to thicken, while you moved slow—all towards him.

“I’m sorry, I- I just…I get it,” you swallowed hard, eyes narrowing at the cruel chuckle he let out.

“That’s where you’re wrong aren’t you?” Almost a cackle, it hurt to hear him.

Not a single word that you could offer, “You don’t get it, none of you do—you’ve never had people leave you like- like I’ve seen them-”

A hefty halt—“you’ve not experienced it—You didn’t see Suguru leave, you’re- you’re too,” his words hung. You didn’t want him to complete them.

Rest of his words were a blur, you stood shaky.

The distinction was obvious, apparent—breaking.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t like you at all, not since his infinity had bloomed—you stared at him as he got up and left, you hadn’t touched him to solace him, he hadn’t seen the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

Satoru and you never fought, when you did, you made it your responsibility to take in his harsh words, he didn’t know better—it was sad, he needed outlet.

It wasn’t healthy- you loved him.

It wasn’t healthy—satoru would apologise later.

It wasn’t healthy, your sauce, your dish had burnt.

Analogous.

It wasn’t healthy, you hadn’t touched but you knew his infinity was around—you knew a touch would’ve proved you right, would’ve pushed you all too far.

Braided once, the fates kept many a lives in-twined, for better or worse.

“We’re over,” a whisper- his.

“We’re over,” a mumble- yours.

Satoru Gojo cried of everyone leaving and yet, right in the hallway of the dorms he confessed to you as a student—exactly there he broke it off, this time as a teacher.

You’d not dared to question him, how could you? Gojo Satoru the ever right, if he said you were over then maybe you were.

Maybe the lost fingers of yours, maybe the empty carcass of an embrace that you yearned-maybe that was all false, pseudo.

The human brain was pertained to all that could be rigged—emotions an easy target.

So there you lay, bed empty—the bed sheet white, the duvet black—the ceilings tall and your closest a short. The bed sheets still smelled of him, you knew you’d get rid of it all.

A calm quiet settled over you, grief you’d heard, did that to people.

Holding onto that, which simply wasn’t yours.

A week since Satoru had proclaimed, so easy he’d made it seem—like second nature he’d mumbled “I love you” weeks ago, like second nature he said he was done.

And you wondered then, as the silence whistled through your ears, storm that was your emotions, if he’d ever actually cared.

That he had, Satoru Gojo always cared a lot.

That was his weakness—he supposed, you knew better.

His weakness was all that was his heart.

Too tricky, too hurt, dampening in its decisions.

His six eyes saw everything-as they had always, your tears he’d known, your misery he’d heard—to break up, solace to his heart.

As you lay alone, a thought propped in—silly thoughts, so erratic, to all that was destroyed of humanity was caused of erratic thoughts, spontaneity lay at fault.

From the first “I love you” mumbled against your hand, you were injured, Satoru was scared—a profession of his first love.

To all the many “I love you”s he let out- from in midst of lessons to practise and then when he made love to you for the first time—from then on to waking up beside him, the frequency rose and then fell.

Warm beds got cold when he couldn’t even wake up beside you, “I love you”s on call turned to ily on messages- to gn or gm and then, delivered.

To what was a silhouette of your love in the living room—the sun reflected through merrily, it was all but a shadow of you grabbing water from the kitchen as the moon shone through.

Satoru Gojo hadn’t turned on his infinity against you this time around but there was no need- before the separation the distances lay weeded out—before the separation, you already felt infinitely broken.

Merry, the fates are I suppose- as they cut off the strands one by one, cackling at the aftermath which was all rubble.

Blood, dust and death.

Yours.

An year since the break up, that didn’t matter, you loved him and him, you.

Opportunities lay bare, time, not quite so.

You thought of him, a lot, obsessively—incessantly, a maddening hunger yours—Satoru Gojo, the man people hoped for.

You yearned for him, you lived for him.

Until, you couldn’t.

“Y/n?” His voice was rough—shaky, uncontrolled, the night shone upon your dusted form in the night.

A weak whimper responded him, jaw clenched he walked into the rubble—“y/n? I-” words caught up, mouth dry, Satoru Gojo stood alone, rendered speechless.

“Toru’?” Your voice was so weak, he wanted to scold you for even bothering to speak—a choked gasp you let out as he knelt beside you—“pppplease,” you sobbed and oh how it broke his heart, “save me?”

Satoru wanted to cry—and he did, visible all to you, the moon shone on him perfectly as always

Satoru Gojo cried for of all the times he could’ve saved those who didn’t want to be saved, his tragedy lay at your feet—someone he just couldn’t.

“Shhh,” he mumbled, “shh, shh—you’ll be alright, don’t gotta be a crybaby about it yeah?”

A mindless nod you passed, well aware of his lies woven all so perfectly.

“I’m dying Toru’” you mused, warning yourself a dry chuckle—all so strange it stuck to him, Satoru had watched many deaths, yours? Not even his dreams dared so.

“Oh are you now? How can you tell?” He snapped back, another chuckle you let out—your last, together.

It was the same hill you’d spent hours in the night—another hour went by, your last—his last upon that hill too, perhaps.

“Don’t cry for me,”

“I’m not a god,”

That was true, Satoru Gojo, through all his strengths was, but a human.

Major fault? He could love—and he lost.

In that moment, his six eyes saw it all—the last of your breaths slipping away, his arms open wide for you—your quickening pace, “the moon looks pretty tonight,”

A tear rolled down his cheek, a smile you wore, your words heavy, “I’m not leaving you Toru’” your fingers moved weak—not strong enough to cup his face this time—so you stroked his hand—“I’ll be there with you,” his eyes followed yours, towards the stars.

“I’ll make sure the stars say their hellos to you,”

Gone.

In the way—away from him.

You didn’t know then, Satoru Gojo and his infinity did, the both lay scarred—you didn’t know but in the last moment of your life with him, Satoru’s infinity engulfed you whole—you didn’t feel it then, but as the world broke out around you, a haven Satoru had offered you.

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Heyyy I'll understand if you don't want to answer this. So feel free to ignore. You answered an ask about that photoshoot and daemi. Is there a screenshot about it. I mean about bu*** asking her to do it. I missed it. That was something that really pissed me off when it happened I loved that he called them out on it. I don't blame other actors for it I was always like why did boc allow it. It was something that never got an explanation. People blamed p*i for it not them(daemi) and everyone was talking about how she hates him. So knowing bob has a hand in it ....I don't know what to say. Always thought apo loved that guy atleast during the early days. And I'm starting to really get annoyed with his fans they're bullies just like him. I hate the lot of them and what they did to blrambling. I loved their blog and was the only person I used to DM and I can't reach them anymore or show support . I hate it

yeah it's here

also making fun of Barcode for something he was probably sensitive about and working to fix despite being more than 10 years older than him and Barcode being a child

even Poi was like damn boi go touch some grass

there's more stuff that was dropped today including him insulting his own fans and saying Mile is hairy (all of us: Ariana Grande so what about it.gif) but yeah. I'm not gonna post more about him being again: at this point if none of this has convinced you, him making fun of a teenager working to better himself or him purposefully sabotaging a coworker who was trying to be his friend and went through so much difficulties in the industry himself... if this is the ugly hill you'll die upon... nothing can save you.

[astarab1aze]

"I said don't touch me!" hands fall to her hips as she hinges forward at the waist, hair toppling over her shoulder as she casts her fellow student (he wasn't her friend right this moment) the meanest mug expression she could muster. "go flirt with them if it's so much more important than our plans! HMPH! I'll just go by myself!" / i had to bc i live for stupid ass misunderstandings

"Iffin ya'd stop fer a sec an' got the whole story, we'd still get to do our shit," Loux huffed, not in defeat but frustration - confused as to why she was mad in the first place. Flirting? With who? Mitsy Morgan? What, did Loni get her hands on some pixie dust and not share? "Hargraven's Ass-hair, Loni, the day 'm into Mitsy is the day ya can take me out back an' put me down - an', fer yer information, 'm not into Mitsy fuckin' Morgan. D'ya know what she does to like, gorgon DNA, a crowbar, thirty-six toads, an' a dolphin in the name o' science when she's thirty-somethin'? Ask Prof Davenport. Saw that in Divination an' about lost it, couldn't believe tha' shit. Must be related to poachers or somethin'. Can only call that a dream so many times."

Why was she so mad anyway? Not only was he physically repulsed by poor, snobby, secretly cruel Mitsy Morgan, she wasn't even smart enough to be in their class, and he'd die on that hill. Only reason he was talking to her before is because she had extra project syllabi, and maybe just this once, he was willing to put in some effort to spend a little extra time with Loni at school-- Now why was he doing that?

He jammed his hands into his pockets, slouching, gritting his teeth, all but rolling his eyes at her attitude. He didn't do anything wrong, this was stupid- The only girl he's into is--

"Leave off it, ti fi bèt nan bwa," he groaned, "We're still goin', we literally still 'ave time. I jus needed another, y'know, syllabus. Want me to come to school or not? Don't answer that, yer bein' mean as hell right now."

Still, he didn't give her a chance to deny him this time, still a bit... annoyed himself, but nevertheless intent upon doing their thing while the riverboat was still running. He wasn't missing booberry pie on Mud River, and neither was she.

"Quit yer yappin, an' get over 'ere, get in frame-" he demanded, reaching into his pocket for Silvere's mirror - lightly worn gold leaf, square frame - throwing a lazy arm around her shoulder. "We're goin', we're goin'- Hey, quit squirmin' an' get some pie with me--"

[rkrispyt]

I was curious if you still have hope for Portwell? I saw that some portwells still have hope. I personally lost all hope mainly bc r*na is so popular and I don't think that Tim won't make them endgame... It's sad that, nowadays, many ships happen bc of fanservice... You don't even have to look from a storytelling perspective to see where things are going, you just have to check what the fandom says and that's prob gonna happen... One thing that I don't get tho... If Tim really wanted for r*na to be canon since ep 1x5, why did he spend all s2 to make us not ship them? In the second half they didn't have any interactions. Gina was still annoyed with him in ep 2x11. Why didn't Tim plant some seeds for them in the second half of s2? Why is Gina most of the time the one who does sth in that relationship and when Ricky does sth, it's bc Gina asked? And the only time when he has initiative they ruin that (taking his role seriously for her (ep 3x4) and later they reveal that he didn't even read the whole script on the opening night day). I personally could never ship them. I saw potential in s1 but after that they were ruined. S3 just tried to hide the s2 mess under the carpet instead of cleaning it (Ricky still does the bare minimum for Gina and he wasn't held accountable for how he hurt her in s2, he should've apologised!!!). Idk but Gina deserves so much better... They'll prob make Ricky the best bf to her in the next seasons, but that won't change the way they got together (with Gina putting in most of the effort)... That means she is ok with the bare minimum as long as she is with Ricky which is really sad... She deserves so much more... Portwell deserved so much more... s2 Portwell would've def survived that summer... I hate fan service for ruining them...

I’m shocked to hear anyone still has hope for canon Portwell, ngl. I do not and can’t imagine ever having any ever again tbh. They not only effed them up pretty bad but the writers have lost me entirely. At this point I’d dread seeing what this team would do with them if they tried again.

To answer the rest of this ask, I will die on the hill that Gicky was not actually the plan or endgame or any of this nonsense backtracking Tim’s been doing. I can believe that when he put them together in season one it ended up intriguing him more than he had thought, but considering what they did with season two clearly it wasn’t enough for him to switch up the plan at that point to put them together or set up something in the future - quite the opposite soooooo tell me again how this was always the plan? Sure, Jan.

It’s so obvious to anyone paying the tiniest bit of attention that Olivia left, so they shifted everything to give Ricky another love interest that they thought could compete in any way with Rini and lose the least amount of viewers upon her departure. Gina was the only real option. They didn’t even do it WELL cause they cared more about doing it as quickly as possible.

I admit that during season three I don’t know if I would have claimed it was fan service, but after seeing that Tim had a version of that final scene where he jumped on that entirely unfounded and random Gicky theory about the chocolates, unfortunately, I have to agree with you.

I will never not be disappointed that this show that brought me such joy, was written so well, didn’t do all the garbage you would expect from this kind of show, and boasted about being proud that they were telling stories of good people being good to each other, has turned into such trash.

S2 Portwell will forever be one of my favorite ships, winning me over completely (as an anti and Gicky fan going into that season) because of how well they wrote it . Alas, another casualty of outside factors switching up the plan and terrible choices being made by those in charge as a result.

The Summer of Portwell was one for the books, but now, for that HEA fanfiction is where it’s at, friends!