#I fucking loved everything about this movie! the detective work

[spielzeugkaiser]

I saw the saddest little meow meow yesterday!! All I could think about while watching that version of Bruce is a. GIVE HIM A ROBIN and b. LET HIM MEET SUPERMAN

[evilminji]

You know what idea has always ENCHANTED ME?

Ever since I saw it on a sci-fi show?

The Deadly Magical House That Loves You™. See, it's a house that has become something MORE. Gained sentience. And? Instead of acting out some cheap horror movie jump scares? It digs deep to its foundations, thinks long n hard, and decides on what it WANTS.

And it WANTS?

To be a HOME™.

To TAKE CARE OF somebody. Have LIFE in its halls. Meals at its tables. Joy and laughter bouncing across its walls. So? It lays a trap. Lures people in.

Come live in me~

I am a good home.

I am Free! I am "Safe". I will give you whatever your heart desires.

I care not for morality or laws. Boundaries or taboos. Do you desire? Come, come, be HAPPY~! Live in me! Relax here! Forget about the world beyond these walls. Anything I can not give you, I can bring TOO you! This is a Happy Home.

But, of course, such sentience and pushiness terrifies. People run and flee in horror. The house getting more aggressive. Trying to hold tighter. After all! If they would just STAY for a while, they would SEE! It's so LOVELY here! The would LOVE to live inside them!

But... instead?

They are hurt.

Doors smashed open. Windows broken to escape. Furniture thrown. Their avatar, Jeeves, bashed with heavy things. Why... WHY?! They are only trying to HELP! To LOVE them! Be a good HOME! They grow more and more run down. Starved. Wrathful.

It is, of course, their Obsession. To be a home. They are so very hungry.

When? Who should come along?

But the depressed AF Ghost King! He's been... not TECHNICALLY kicked out. But "things are tense" kicked out. He's tired. His college courses are remote. He can't really AFFORD rent. And everything is just...

He's TIRED.

He wants to cry.

Why... why can't he have ONE good thing? ONE sign everything's gonna be alright?

"Free House!"

Well... I mean... that IS a literal sign. Huh. He flies down. The house notices him. Tries to look as enticing as it can. And? Gasp! I... It's WORKING? This one seems INTERESTED? Quick! Flowerbeds! Look at my flowerbeds! Ooooh, lovely floooowers! A.. and there's probably really nice wood flooring! C'mon. C'moooon!

Danny? Sees a free Lair. Not too far from both Gotham AND Metropolis. Good location. Needs a little fixing up. But I mean... you can't beat free, right?

Is he really gonna do this?

......fuck it. Yeah, let's do this. First house time. He's just glad he carries a sharpie on him most of the time. Scribbles "Sold!" Over the sign then calls Jazz. He's... kinda not sure WHAT he's supposed to pack?

Finds out, post move in, whoop. Sentient Lair. Clingy, clingy, highly desperate sentient Lair. Oof. Guess fixing up the place can be therapy for both of us. Jazz helps.

The house heals. He falls into a routine. Schoolwork, hang out in the garden or the observatory, meals FaceTiming friends or watching videos, naps whenever he wants them. It's... it's so peaceful. Quiet and soothing to his agitated and worn down soul. Like a balm.

House gets him whatever he needs. They're kinda awesome like that. Always seems to have room to fit this or that. He doesn't question it. His brain figuring it works on Zone logic.

He probably SHOULD have.

Because? Things have been going missing. At a slow, steady, pace. Food, technology, entertainment. A building that shouldn't BE there, has been spotted in a wealthy county just outside of Superman and Batman's two cities.

No one can get near it.

It's been getting BIGGER.

Growing, like a tumor, room by room. Floor by floor. The gardens creeping like kudzu, to swallow everything in their path. Yet delivery drivers drop things off. Things they don't remember. On trips they don't recall. People are scared.

Amateur detectives have managed to discover some sort of starlit fae that lives there, along with a human boy.

Justice League Dark has been called in. Are currently standing just outside the slowly creeping property line. A garden statue just hissed at them. The trees are trying to throw acorns. A hushed argument has already broken out. How do they contain the house?

@the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @hypewinter @hdgnj @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @lolottes

[ja3yun]

Undercover Lover | P.JS

detective!jay x detective fem!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), !!rough!!, choking, throat fucking, tit slapping, pure filth, , jay gets like super angry (but he's secretly a sweet soul), swearing, slight mention of alcohol, not proofread.

wc: 9k+

synopsis: you've been forced to work with your work rival, park jongseong, on a case that could bust one of the biggest dealer in seoul, but things don't go according to plan.

(part 2)

a/n: hi! it's me, just giving you a little something while you wait for the sunghoon fic <3 this was originally part of a bigger plot but i didn't finish writing it. Also, if you've ever seen Just Go With It, the dinner scene might be a little familiar since i based it very loosely on it. i hope you like it, it's a bit rough and isn't the best well written because you know i thrive on lovey dovey simp men, regardless, enjoy!

“I cannot believe I got stuck with you on the assignment”

“Feeling is fucking mutual, Park.” 

When your boss told you’d be working with Park Jongseong you protested to the high heavens, and you downright refused when he told you that you would have to pretend to be his wife.

“Absolutely not.” you crossed your arms in a huff, not even sparing a glance at either of the men in the room.

Heeseung groans loudly, “Listen, don’t give me shit okay, I already had it from him,” He points to Jongseong who is leaning casually on the office door, as if barricading you from an easy escape, “You’re the only female on the squad that isn’t on a major assignment right now.” 

“Why can’t he just do it himself?” You ask.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m not buzzed about this either but Kim Kwangmin invited me and my ‘wife’ to a private dinner and overnight stay, and in case you haven’t noticed I haven’t got one of those.” Jongseong pushes himself from the wall as he speaks to you.

Jongseong is undercover to do a massive drug bust that won’t only take down one of the biggest suppliers and dealers in Seoul but also get your department a massive boost in funding and recognition. It was a big deal to your boss and the whole department. You just had to work with your biggest rival in the precinct. 

“Just tell them your ‘wife’ is sick.” You claw to find any excuse not to do this. It wasn’t just pretending to be his wife but the scenario in which you have to; you can’t possibly sit in his company and pretend to be in love with him for a whole dinner.

“It’s either that or I'll suspend you,” Heeseung warns.

“Hee, you can’t do that! It’s unjust suspension.” You proclaim, standing up.

“Yeah, and I’ll file the paperwork,” Heeseung stands to mirror your challenging stance, “You will be Jongseong’s wife. End of story.”

So here you are in his hired car as he drives you to the hotel in the middle of nowhere. In a way, you understand why they basically forced you to do this, the payout would be phenomenal, but you still grudge it.

The drive up has been anything but pleasant. You and Jongseong can’t agree on anything, not even the radio station, so you’ve been in silence for 3 hours, only barking out judgments of his driving or telling him how awful the idea is.

Pulling up to the hotel you stare in awe, it’s a whole different level than you’re used to, the tall white building that looks more like a castle beats every Premier Inn or Motel 6 you’ve been forced to occupy. Despite not seeing the inside, you can already guess the marble detailing and artwork on the ceilings, like something out of a princess movie. 

You’re too busy gawking to realise the car has come to a halt and Jongseong is stepping out of the car, the only thing that alerts you is the unnecessarily loud bang as he slams the door shut behind him. 

Opening the passenger door, you walk around the car to meet him as he flips open the boot to take your suitcase out. Inside, you had everything you’d need for 2 nights: dinner dresses, heels, pyjamas, guns, and handcuffs - all the necessities for a weekend away with your ‘husband’.

Jongseong pulls out your case with one hand and examines it, looking at you quizzically. You don’t understand what he’s so puzzled about, it’s just a suitcase, “What?” you finally ask since he won’t give it to you.

“It’s fluorescent pink…with fucking daisies on it.” His eyes are ridiculing as he looks between you and the case. 

“So what?” You nab it from his grip and wipe it down. A few years ago you had seen the suitcase in a shop window and instantly fell in love with it and had to have it, no matter the cost. Petunia has never left your side since, and being on this assignment wasn’t going to change that.

“You’re supposed to be my wife, not my daughter,” he snarks, pointing dramatically to the semi-childish suitcase, “We are going to meet with the most powerful drug lord in all of Seoul and you’re carrying around a Dora the Explorer bag.” 

You take offence, of course, you would, how dare he compare Petunia to a children's cartoon backpack, “Don’t speak about her like that, she’s got feelings.” 

Jongseong’s face deadpans as you stomp away. He quickly retrieves his own luggage and locks his car before chasing after you. Opposite to your luggage, his is a sleek, black metallic case, that matches his personality - cold and hard. Somehow, your suitcases said everything about each of you.

“You aren’t seriously upset are you?” He asks, pulling you back before you get to the main door, “Look, you can’t fucking blow this for me, okay? I’ve spent months on this case and if we aren’t on the same page, he’ll guess something is up.” 

You want to slap him right now because his tone is so condescending, it’s infuriating, “Apologise.” You face him, eyes tough as they look into his pupils.

Jongseong groans and almost throws a tantrum. Grabbing your arm he takes you to the side, all too well aware how anyone could see you two bickering. He didn’t need this to be the reason he lost this assignment, “Fuck, look, I’m sorry for slagging off your suitcase, okay?” 

But you don’t budge, eyebrows lifted expectantly. Your eyes point down to the pink case, “Don’t apologise to me, apologise to Petunia.”

“Petu-, what the fuck are you talking about, Y/N? I am not saying sorry to a fucking case.” He is going red in the face, frustration coursing through his veins. “Are you really going to be that childish right now?”

You stand your ground, waiting for him. He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, hands on his waist once he comes to understand you are not going to let it up. He is going to have to apologise to an inanimate object if he wants to proceed with the weekend, “If I say sorry to…Petunia…will you please start cooperating with me?” As you nod, he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, “Okay, I am really sorry Petunia, I think you’re a lovely suitcase.” 

Feeling accomplished, you grasp the handle of your case and smile, "She accepts." You walk away smugly, head held high, leaving him behind to head to the front doors again, this time with a spring in your step. When you return to the office, you will gladly inform the girls in admin about this.

As you and Jongseong walk into the building, it is exactly how you described it, classic and grand with a bustle of wealthy people. Suddenly, the jeans and blouse you’re wearing don’t fit right on your body. 

Something touches your hand and you yank it away quickly, almost going into defence mode before you look down to see Jongseong’s hand stretched out beside you.

He looks down at his empty hand and back up to you, his face serious, “Take my hand,” He asks, bored of this conversation already.

“Ew, why?” 

“What do you mean ‘why’, you’re my wife, remember?” Oh, yeah…you suppose the charade started as soon as you walked through the massive turnstile door. Sighing, he takes your hand again except this time he successfully intertwines his fingers with yours, the feeling of your hand in his is foreign and peculiar, he doesn’t think he’s ever held hands like this with someone despite being in his 20s, “You ready?”

With a quick nod, you both make your way to the reception desk. The woman behind the counter is physically flawless. The pinned-up hair and her faux mink lashes fanned across her eyes making her gaze sultry, and her plump lips were upturned into a generous smile. 

You could tell Jongseong was a bit taken aback by her beauty because it took him a minute of staring before gathering his words, “Hi, we have a reservation, should be under Hwangs. I believe Mr. Kim Kwangmin arranged everything.”

As soon as he says the criminal’s name, the receptionist straightens her back, face whitening a little. She clearly knew of his nature and like most of the city, she did not want to mess him about. Usually in fancy establishments like this, they ask to see ID before checking people in, but not this time, the girl was too flustered to do anything other than nod and rearrange her desk. It’s lucky for you she didn’t ask for ID considering your undercover operations unit didn’t have time to muster up any fake passports due to the suddenness of the invitation. 

Your aliases for this case are the Hwangs. Apparently, you’ve been married for a year, dating for 3, and dotingly in love with one another. Jongseong is new money, he inherited it from his late Uncle who passed away. Kim Kwangmin prayed on people who had more money than sense, enticing them to create fake companies where he could ship drugs from A to B. That’s why it’s been so hard to catch him because he’s never the name on the papers. But if Jongseong can get him to talk about it in detail, he’s got him behind bars. 

The conversation of a wife came up randomly in conversation, Kwangmin is a family man who loves his wife and kids, and for Jongseong to gain his trust he spouted a load of bullshit about how he was in the world’s most perfect marriage with the love of his life. He doesn’t know why it worked, but he isn’t going to question it now.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hwang, you’ll be in the Ambassador Suite as per Mr. Kim’s written request. I’ll call someone to escort you and take your bags,” She points with her hand to the lift while two men come up to take your things, “If you make your way to the private elevator,”

Jongseong thanks her, bowing as he takes your hand again. All eyes are on you already but that isn’t surprising, it would be more bewildering if no one was watching you considering you’re the prestigious guest of a drug king.

You both get up to your Suite and it is unreal. The lift opens directly into the room and you’re met with nothing but luxury. Perhaps this assignment did come with some perks. Taking your shoes off, you whisper a little ‘wow’ as you look around, the clean cream carpets feel like you are stepping on a cloud, you almost don’t want to put on the complimentary slippers that are waiting for you, but you do anyway, trying to soak up as much of this experience as possible.

Jongseong walks straight ahead, not even soaking in the embellishments of the Suite. He wasn’t one for blissfully looking around, he had a job to do after all. 

You do a quick tour of the place before you hear Jongseong groan, “For fuck sake.”

“Hmm?” You prance over to him, still in a dream-like state from all the luxury and elegance, “What is it?”

“Look,” He keeps staring in front of him as you join him to look at the bed. It looks so inviting, the rich Egyptian cotton throws and fluffy pillows make you want to jump on the bed. So you do.

You take a step back before launching yourself onto it, squealing out a soft ‘wee!’ as if you’re a kid shooting down a slide in the playpark. The way you’re acting is perfectly representative of your luggage but you don’t care, you’re far too busy doing snow angels on the soft duvet, “What’s the issue? This is perfect,” You roll around a few times to really soak it in.

“Just wondering if you’ve had a look around,” He twirls his finger in a circle, looking at you disappointedly.

“Yeah! There’s a bath, a bar, a lounge area bigger than my house,” You go on listing everything you saw. 

“Mhmm, and was there another bed?” He asks.

You think, “No I didn’t see-”. Okay, you see the issue now. There was only one bed. With an annoyed scowl, he shook his head at the sheer obviousness of the situation, as if he was frustrated he even had to address it. 

Sharing a bed was the last thing any of you wanted, so you had to come to an agreement, however, both of you seemed to be thinking the same thing. “You can take the couch.” You both say at the exact same time and it creates an eerie silence in the bedroom.

“This is my assignment, I get the bed.” He argues, walking around to grab you and throw you off, but you use your weight against him, playing dead.

“No! I was forced here, my job was being put on the line, so this is my bed.” While you protest, he’s climbing on the bed, pulling at you to get off, his hands gripping your wrist to heave you off, but you won’t go down without a fight. Kicking your legs, you try to boot him off you, but he’s strong and half of you is off the bed already, “Jongseong! Let go!”

“Stop being a baby and let me have the bed!” He fights back. The hold he has you in is representative of a bodyslam that wrestlers would do in the ring, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, “Come on, Y/N. Give it up.”

With a swift kick, you boot him in the balls, causing him to groan and roll over, body going limp. Panicked, you sit up and check him, “Shit, Jongseong, you good?” But he doesn’t say anything, instead clutching his goods, face screwed in pain. Tucking your hair behind your ear you lean over him, checking his pulse. He might be dead, he hasn’t moved for a hot minute.

Jongseong breathes out, trying to dull the pain. You played dirty, he respected it, but his dick didn’t. 

“Jongseong, hey, I didn’t mea-”

You don’t get to finish your apology because he’s suddenly got his hands on your shoulders and flipping you both around so now you’re the one on your back, his body weight keeping you down, “What the fuck was that?!”

Laughing you let out a pathetic ‘sorry’ but Jongseong isn’t amused. However, the snorts coming from your mouth sweeten his distaste for the situation a little. Quickly, you cover your mouth, shocked at the noises you’ve just made. Staring at each other, you both hit a fit of giggles. You haven’t snort-laughed in so long, not since a girl's night back at the beginning of the year. 

Once the hilarity dies down, you look up at him still hovering over you, the heat from his body bringing a flush to your face that you hope you can pass off as a lack of oxygen from the giggling. However, when he meets your gaze, you notice the same blushed colour across his cheeks. You swear for a whole second he looks handsome, like he has a face you don’t want to punch for once. 

This Jongseong right now shows an unexpected softness in his gaze which brings back memories of when you met him for the first time at the precinct. Back then, he was full of life, free of the responsibilities of the job. For a brief moment, it feels like you've caught a glimpse of a different, more approachable side of him.

Suddenly, his decoy phone he’s been using undercover rings loudly, startling you both off the bed and helping you regain your sense of judgment because the way you were starting to think about Jongseong as he lay on top of you was…It will never happen again.

“That is my bed. Period.” He says, swiping to answer the call on his phone.

Fixing yourself, you do your best to ignore what just happened, grabbing your case from the front door and unpacking it on your bed. 

He walks back into the room and chucks his phone on the bedside table, “Kim wants us for dinner at 8pm sharp. Go get changed.” There he is, the usual mean and cold Park Jongseong. Any feelings you felt earlier are gone with the wind because this is who he truly is. He doesn’t even spare you another look before he leaves to get ready himself.

Just two nights, that’s all it is. 

_______

8pm comes faster than you thought and as you swipe the last bit of lip gloss to your lips, you hear Jongseong complaining about how you will both be late. Instead of paying him any mind, you give yourself the once over in the bathroom mirror. Your makeup is smoky and sultry, and your hair is curled loosely since you didn't have the time to fight with bobby pins to put it in an updo. The dress you’re wearing is a little over the top but when you read the case file you noticed how Mr. Kim loved extravagant, and boy was this dress just that. The black body-con, dinner dress hugged you perfectly and accentuated all the right places, a bold slit travels up your thigh which reveals just enough skin with each stride, and the sweetheart cut paired with off-the-shoulder lace sleeves just add to the drama of it all. You looked like you stepped out of a James Bond movie, which wasn’t a bad thing at all.

“Can you please hurry up,” An impatient Jongseong bangs on the bathroom door.

“Relax, oh my god!” You place the lip gloss in your matching silk bag and walk out to greet your ‘husband’. 

“About fucking time.” He mumbles, looking at his watch, “We need to…go.” His words trail off as he finally sets his eyes on you, “Woah.”

“I look good, huh? Can I pass for a millionaire’s wife?” You twirl, widening the slit to show more of your leg and Jongseong’s jaw nearly hits the floor. He’s so used to you in athleisure wear or jeans with your hair held together by a claw clip that’s missing two prongs, he didn’t think you could look so elegant, so beautiful.

Floating over to him, you place your two fingers under his jaw and close his mouth, “You’ll catch flies, baby.”

Embarrassed, Jongseong regains his senses and swats your hand away, “Shut up. Let’s go.” He pushes you slightly to the door as you chuckle over how flustered he is. It did make you feel a little bit sexier than you did before because if you can make Park Jongseong swoon, you’re definitely going to have the attention of Mr. Kim, and attention is all you need to gain a confession.

With your arm in his, Jongseong leads you to the dining room where you’re set to have dinner. He spent the elevator ride going over the plan. You had to act a little dumb, make him feel like he’s leading the conversation, and be all over your man. Of course, Jongseong would make his wife obsessed with him, he doesn’t get any action outside of this fantasy, well, that’s what you tell yourself. His personality is so repugnant that you can’t imagine anyone being with him. No matter how hot he is, especially in a suit.

His beauty in the tailor-made suit didn’t go unnoticed by you, he looked delicious, but he was still a prick, a prick that hated you.

The dining room is filled with upper-class cartels, all businessmen who would do anything to be on top. It makes you feel a little queasy, but you swallow it down and focus on your role. You state your business to the host and urgently, you’re shown to your table where Mr. and Mrs. Kim are already there. That’s a bad start, no one should ever be late for a meeting with Kim Kwangmin, and by late, that means he gets there before you.

"Mr. Kim, hello." Jongseong's stance is more poised than normal, but you can feel his nervousness. If he cracks this case, he will be the youngest detective to do anything of this magnitude, so you can appreciate what he is going through. In an attempt to reassure him, you swipe your thumb over his arm, which he only feels through his suit jacket. Nevertheless, he’s thankful for it.

Mr. Kim stands and reaches his hand out, “You’re late, Hwang.” 

“Apologies, Sir-”

“That was my fault, Mr. Kim. I made him change a few times. Every suit he was trying on was giving last fall, and I said to him ‘Babe, only the best from Mr. Kim’, Isn’t that right, Jjongie?” You don’t know why you took on the persona of a teenage girl who has a tweet count of 20k, but it seemed to do the trick because Kim Kwangmin is laughing.

“The things we’ll do for our girls, eh?” Mr. Kim says and Jongseong awkwardly laughs with him, nodding. When he looks down at you, his expression is appreciative, “Please, have a seat. I’ve ordered some entrees.” The man extends his arm as he sits himself.

Jongseong bows and pulls out your chair for you and as you sit down, he kisses your cheek lightly, the act of service making your stomach flutter.

This is going to be a long night.

And it was. Jongseong is getting nowhere, every time he tries to hint towards Mr. Kim’s dealings, the man just brushes him off, too busy talking about the stock market and other men in suits kind of chats. To be honest, you zoned out about 20 minutes ago, your fork rolling a pea across your plate. You hate business talk, it’s so mind-numbingly dull. Who cares about all of this, really?

“Ah, Jongseong, looks like I’ve bored your little lady,” Mr. Kim points out and it brings you back to attention. 

“Not at all, Sir, she just gets a little distracted, don’t you, Princess?” He tries to cover for you, eyes glaring at you. 

You giggle and stroke Jongseong’s arm, “I don’t get business talk, I just like the money.” Your fake honesty earns you another laugh from Mr. Kim, he has taken a shine to you throughout the dinner which works in your favour and this is your chance to try and wiggle something out of him, “My baby, spoils me but sometimes he’s so stingy with money.” You pout and Mrs. Kim raises her glass to your statement, clearly understanding your faked pain.

“Tut, tut, Jongseong, we should always spoil our girls.” He reprimands your husband and you nod eagerly, playing your dumb role quite well. If being a detective doesn’t work out, maybe you should try acting.

Jongseong strokes your head and laughs, “I treat her well, that’s why she married me. But I suppose I could venture into bigger waters to make sure she’s well looked after.” Cringe. Jongseong hates to speak about you like you’re nothing but an object, a black hole for his fake money because that’s absolutely not who you are, you’re the complete opposite. You’re strong and brave, and super smart. 

“Oh, Kwangie, let’s get them to do the love list?” 

Damn, that irritating wife of his. Jongseong had brilliantly set the tone for her husband to explain his inner connections, and she simply had to change the subject to what must only be the dumbest idea you've ever heard. You're not even sure what a love list is, but you don't want to participate.

Despite your inner monologue protesting the very thought, Mr. Kim doesn’t share your displeasement, “What a great idea! I tell you, it makes your marriage stronger than ever.” 

Mrs. Kim sees the confused look on both your faces, taking it as her opportunity to explain, “You look each other deep in the eyes, and whisper 3 things you love about one another. If you do it every day, you always see the good in them.” She looks proud as punch, clapping her hands lightly, “Go try it out!” She ushers you both together.

Even if this were a real marriage, why would anyone want to do this at all never mind in front of another couple they’ve just gotten to know? 

Desperately searching for a way out from this awkward charade, you turn to your husband for the weekend, only to find him sporting the same perplexed expression. If you two can't pull this off seamlessly, it's a sure bet that Kim will catch on. Throughout the night, Jongseong and you have been playing the part of lovers to perfection, and if the facade crumbles because you can't conjure up one genuine thing you both appreciate about each other, the entire plan goes to shit.

“C’mon you two, this should be easy, what with how you look at one another. Reminds me of a young us.” He looks at his wife and rubs his nose with hers. It’s hard to believe he is one of the scariest men in Seoul.

Jongseong puts one arm over the back of your seat and tugs you closer to him, staring at you, “I guess we could give it a shot, yeah?” Was he serious? The man hasn’t said one nice thing about you ever, and now he’s going to pluck three things out of his ass? This won’t work.

“Y/N, you go first.” 

Well, shit a brick and call it Mary. You are fucked.

Jongseong sees your worried expression and shakes his head as if telling you to keep it together. He leans into you, “Make up anything, even if it’s not real,” 

Three pairs of eyes stare at you, awaiting your love confessions. What do you appreciate about Park Jongseong? “Um, I think he’s really handsome?” The statement pops out like a question which seems to displease the couple opposite you.

“No, Y/N, start it with ‘I love’ and tell him little things that make you fall in love with him,” Mrs. Kim instructs, giving you another chance.

You cannot fuck it up this time. So you look deep into his eyes and search into him for your history, past all the bickering and agitation. His face softens, knowing this is putting you in an uncomfortable position, and it gives you a line, “I love that he knows when people around him are left out, and he tries to include them in every conversation so they feel seen.” 

Jongseong seems surprised by your answer, or more the sincerity of it. It was true though, you did appreciate that about him. One time, you were sitting as the only girl at the table having after work drinks, and not one of the guys included you in any of the banter, and when Jongseong noticed he pulled you into the conversation - albeit it was poking fun at you, but after that, the guys opened up around you.

Your eyes are still glued to his as you rhyme off another one, “I love that, when you’re not being uptight about things, your face loses its contours and you look so soft and squishy,” you laugh and pinch his cheek, “Like right now,” He hadn’t realised his hard shell had fallen as you spoke to him, making his appearance gentle. 

Giggling as he shakes you off, demeanour now shy, you think of a final one. This has been a lot easier than you thought, and you think you could probably say more than three now that your brain was on a roll.

“And I love the way you push me to be the best version of myself, even when I think your criticism is sometimes harsh and uncalled for, you make me want to be a better de-, person. I love that the most.” 

None of you let up eye contact as Mr. and Mrs. Kim applaud you, thankfully satisfied with your answers. Jongseong’s lips tug at the edges, giving you the first genuine smile of the night. He’s glad you managed to come up with things to keep the pair off your backs, but also because they were real things you liked about him. 

“Hwang, your turn. Tell your girl how you feel.” Kim instructs almost like he’s a love coach and you’re his patients. But Jongseong seems to forget that his alias has a different second name because he ignores the man and just keeps looking at you. You swear at one point he does the triangle method but you can’t be too sure.

“Jjongie?” You utter, voice just above a whisper, “Your turn,”

“I love,” He pauses, licking his lips, “I love that you give inanimate objects names, and care about them like they’re real people,” You laugh, recalling your previous events with your beloved Petunia, “In fact, the way you take care of everyone around you, and how you will do anything for anyone, I love that. That’s my first one.”

He sits with the next one for a while, making you nervous, but you don’t have to be, “I love how you put me in my place whenever my ego gets a little big. You keep me grounded without knowing it.”

You smile and pout at the same time, finding his words infiltrating your heart a little. Jongseong takes your hands in his, rubbing your knuckles gently as he finishes his love list, “I love…that you are by far one of the most beautiful people I have ever had the privilege to be around, inside and out.”

Oh, he is good.

The eye contact you’re both still holding is sparking a fire inside you, the warm feeling in your tummy makes you feel electric, like you could do anything. You’re both so engrossed in one another that you don’t hear the Kims leave, whispering how they should leave ‘you love birds to it’. 

You don’t know how long you sit there just looking at one another, but you think it must be about 10 minutes before you start to notice how quiet it is at your table. Breaking the contact first, you look around and see the man you’re after is gone, “Uh, Jongseong?” 

“Yeah, baby?” He’s still deep in his character, still focused on your side profile.

“They’re gone.” You state, pointing your head to the empty table. This is bad.

Jongseong finally removes his gaze from you to the problem and his face falls. How the fuck did they just sneak out like that? You daren’t look at him because you can already feel the anger radiating from his body. His jaw clenches and he bangs the table loudly, “Fuck!” 

Without a word, he stands up and storms out of the dining room and all the way up to your room, leaving you to waddle after him, not used to the heels you’re in. He is pissed, no he’s livid, seething at the fact his opportunity to get the dirt on the man he’s been after for 8 months just slipped away like water in a sieve. How could you both be so reckless? This never happens to him.

He swipes the key in the door and angrily strips himself of his shoes and jacket, not caring about anything other than how he can make this right. Before the door closes, you catch it, stepping into the room and following him quietly. You don’t know the best way to approach him.

“Jongseong, we still have tomorrow.”

“Like fuck we do, Y/N! This was the dinner to get in on his schemes, to finally get something on the guy I’ve been stuck kissing ass to for months!” He runs his fingers through his hair and tugs it harshly, “If you weren’t so fucking incompetent.”

“ME?! I didn’t do shit,” You argue back, offended. How can he blame this solely on you? As if he wasn’t the main part of this.

He spins and points to you, “You did plenty! Why didn’t you just make a load of shit up for that list and get it over and done with? I was doing great on this case before you turned up and ruined it.”

You don't want to fight with him, but you will since that is your true dynamic, not what you were like at the table, which was just a charade. This was the authentic you and Jongseong, “You’re acting like I did this all on my own but you were the one that brought up having a wife in the first place, you made me be here! And then you started making eyes at me when we were doing those stupid love lists, that’s on you, not me.” 

Jongseong has veins popping all over his body, his frustration overtaking him like you haven’t seen before. You see him charging towards you before he grabs your shoulders with force, but not enough to hurt you. He shakes you a little, “You drive me fucking crazy, I can’t stand you.”

You raise your voice to match his, pushing him off you, “Fuck you, Park!”

“Fine.” Grabbing the back of your head he pulls you to him, smashing his lips against yours. The action is sudden so it sucks the breath out of you. Were you really kissing Park Jongseong? “You’re so fucking infuriating,” His words are venomous but it doesn’t stop him from gripping your hair and pulling your head back to kiss you deeper. 

If you weren’t dizzy from the wine at dinner, you are now. This man is a psychopath, blowing hot and cold, and yet you’re kissing him back with just as much fervour as he is giving, your lips smushing with his. 

When he feels you reciprocate, he waltzes you to the wall behind you, accidentally slanting a few frames on the wall. You've never experienced anything like the force he has over you, and you can't get enough of it.

“I’m gonna ruin you like you ruined my case.” He spits, pressing you flat against the wall with his body, the arousal evident. 

Driven by a blend of rage and lust, your tongues collided furiously, resulting in a passionate kiss. 

Your head is so scrambled that you can’t decide what you want, so you push him off you to give you time to think. 

Standing about a meter apart, both of your chests rise and fall heavily as you pant, already gasping for air from the heated kiss. He looks dishevelled, hair a riot and your lipstick smothered over his mouth, it’s only adding to your attraction towards him.

Both of you stand, staring at one another, waiting for the next move. But who’s going to make it? 

You could, on the one hand, end this right now and give yourselves a little breathing space. You've brought the emotions from the dinner with you, impairing both his and your judgement. If you leave right now, you can stop this and pretend nothing happened.

But on the other hand, if you move towards him and take him how you want to, it’ll change the dynamic of your relationship forever, and possibly not for the better but could it get any worse? The man just said he couldn’t stand you, what’s one night of throwing caution to the wind, of finally claiming what you desire?

Fuck it.

You practically run towards him, almost knocking him over when you jump on him, arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him down to your level, kissing him just like before, only this time you’re taking control. It’s the stupidest idea you’ll have this year but you couldn’t give two fucks, the taste of his mouth inebriating. 

Wrapping one of your legs over his, you grind on his thigh, alleviating yourself of the ache that your clit has suddenly developed. It's calling out to him for sweet relief.

“I fucking hate you,” Jongseong says through gritted teeth, his bulge evident in his slacks.

“Fuck me like you do,” You breathe into his mouth. It’s an odd request, usually, the sex you have is filled with love, or at least tolerance, but this time it’s fuelled by pure lust, it’s intoxicating.

Heeding your consent, Jongseong grips your waist tightly and guides you to the bedroom, all the while his mouth is eating yours. The mix of both your spit in one another's mouths is messy and your teeth are hitting off his, you’re both on each other as if you’re on a time limit. Technically you are because one second too long and someone’s clear judgement will start to kick in and stop this. 

Before you throw yourselves into bed, you both have a little issue called ‘clothes’ to take care of first. The gown was nice but he had to see what was hiding underneath.

Reaching for the zip of the dress, he tries to pull it down but it doesn’t budge and he’s too impatient for this right now, longing for your body. After a few tugs it doesn’t budge and he growls, annoyed at this hurdle of inconvenience. He looks down, inspecting the dress to see if he can just pull it over you but he sees a better, more efficient idea.

His hands grip the fabric of your dress at the slit, fingers digging into the material and each side and with a sudden, forceful tug, the threads snap as your beautiful, very expensive gown is torn in half. He uses every muscle in his arms to rip it off you, he’s never been more thankful for hitting the weights 4 days a week.

“Jongseong!” You gasp, annoyed that he’s just ruined your clothes but he doesn’t care, not when you’re standing before him with nothing but your black thong, tits out, and the garter for your gun. He isn’t saying he’s imagined this scenario before, but you’re more gorgeous than he could have ever pictured. 

Throwing the torn dress across the room, he makes way for your mouth again, only this time his hands are massaging your boobs roughly. You can feel the grit on his hands, a testament to the hard work of your job, but the scratchiness of his fingertips only makes you weak at the knees, the sensation of him all over your tits was magical.

For a little revenge, and because you can’t wait any longer, you rip open his white linen shirt, buttons consequently popping and flying across the room. He’s kissing you so forcefully you don’t even get to bask in how his tanned skin contrasts the paleness of his shirt, or how his torso is perfectly lean, not too ripped.

You rub your hands all over him as if trying to memorise every muscle and tense abs. The feeling of your hands dancing over him has Jongseong snarling softly as your mouths continue to meld together, “Such a pain in my ass, L/N.” 

It’s an invitation to slide your hands down to his ass and squeeze his cheeks and at the same time push his cock onto your core. His eyes roll to the back of his head, his nails digging into you, scraping harshly. You’ll definitely have marks in the morning.

With a determined shove, he propelled you onto the bed, a sense of urgency driving his actions. Jongseong needed you. Now.

Just like your dress, your flimsy thong is torn from your body, the burn of the material being ripped along your skin only heightens your pleasure. You’re laid spread on the bed, waiting for his next move, but when he doesn’t budge, too busy drinking in the sight of you, you need to take matters into your own hands.

Situating yourself on your knees, you undo his trousers and pull them down with his boxers, freeing his hardened cock of the confinements. The mixture of the natural breeze from the room and your hot breath makes him twitch in anticipation, “You want to suck my cock?” You’re so infatuated with his shaft and the veins running along it that you don’t register the mocking tone of his voice which normally you would snap at.

Jongseong grips your jaw so tight your mouth automatically opens. He tilts your head up so you both look at each other, eyes hazed with desire, “Fucking take it, then.”

With that, he’s shoving his length into your mouth, pushing you down until he feels the resistance of your throat. He’s not a monster, he isn’t just going to start abusing your mouth, but he does shallowly thrust his dick a few times, testing the waters. Fueled with rage or not, he’s not going to hurt you.

You on the other hand, swirl your tongue around his shaft as you bob your head up and down, loving the feeling of him filling your mouth. Personally, you don’t mind it rough, and by the look on Jongseong’s face, he’s holding back a little. It’s oddly sweet considering he looked like he could have murdered you 10 minutes ago.

Placing both your hands on his hips, you sink your closed throat around the tip of his cock, pulling him in as deep as he can go.

Jongseong’s hands clenched into fists and grabbed your hair, his knuckles turned white from the intensity of the sensation. He tries to push deeper into your throat, meeting your gag reflex with a groan. 

You push his hips out before pulling him back in harshly, giving him a hint of what you want. Fortunately, Jongseong has always been a fast learner, “You want me to fuck your throat, hmm?” You hum around him which elicits a wicked smirk on his face, “Good.” 

Rapidly, his hips move on their own, his cock now fucking your mouth and throat raw. It burns in the best possible way, the taste of his pre-cum sliding onto the back of your tongue each time he pulls back makes you moan. 

“You look so much prettier when your mouth is stuffed with my cock,” He comments, noting how much he loved the way you looked with your eyes watering and puffed out. You look like a dream, a dream he hopes he never wakes up from.

He holds your head still will both his hands, ass clenched as he fucks into you, mind completely lost in the feeling of your mouth.

Jongseong loves to be in control, not dominant, but his partners definitely know their place, and it’s to be putty in his hands.

What he doesn’t notice is how he actually isn’t in charge, you’re just making him think he is. It was you that decided whether this happened or not, it was you who got him to fuck your throat dry, and it’s you that’s going to make him cum.

Sucking harder, you’re trying to coax him to cum all down your throat, to help soothe the pain, but he won’t let that happen. Yanking at your hair, he pulls you off and you gasp for air, not realising you are losing oxygen. 

He almost unnoticeably checks to see if you’re okay, gazing softly into your eyes, but once he sees you smiling, he goes right back to his ways, pushing you down onto the bed and crawling over you. 

The way he's confined you beneath him causes your body to arch up to meet him and draw his entire weight onto you; his bare cock accidentally scrapes against your clit, causing your hips to buck up to gain friction. 

“So fucking desperate for me. I haven’t even made sure you can take me yet,” He teases, his hips moving slowly to slide his cock between your folds, gathering your slick as natural lube. You’re so wet you don’t even need any help, his cock could slide right in.

“I can take it,” You match his arrogance, not completely sure of the certainty in your words because he’s big, but it’s all to do with his length rather than girth, so you think you can handle it. Plus, you won't ever back down from a challenge set by your work foe. 

His face looks a little dubious too, like he doesn’t believe you. You’ll just have to prove it to him.

You smoothly flipped him over on the bed, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. As he landed beneath you, you held him in place, the thrill of the unexpected move adding an extra spark to the moment. It’s a carbon copy of how he pushed you onto the bed before dinner, just with way less clothes.

Not wasting any time you pump his cock a few times and spit on it, mixing the fluids of your saliva and his cum to help him ease into you.

“Fuck, you sure you can handle-” Jongseong’s words stop in place when his cock breaches your entrance as you start to sink onto him, “Holy shit,” He whispers, eyes shut tight as he feels the way you’re hugging his cock, the heat of you travelling to him. You feel sensational.

You start with shallow bounces, not taking his whole length into you just yet, but even just the 3 out of 6 inches you are experiencing are driving you wild. 

Jongseong wants nothing more than to bottom out and claim you right here and now but there’s something so satisfying about seeing you struggle to hold your weight up as you ride him. He could have some fun with this.

His hands rub your thighs, one of which moves closer to your cunt. You're too preoccupied to notice, so when his thumb circles your clit, you lose your balance and collapse onto him, all of his cock buried inside you now. The sudden stretch was glorious like you don’t understand why you didn’t just sit all the way on his dick in the first place.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Too full of my cock to keep going?” He comments on your still body. Truthfully, you were just basking in the way his cock is stuffing you while his thumb keeps up the rhythm on your clit, you really didn’t have to move. But he’s taunting you to keep going and you can’t let him get away with it, he’ll never let you live it down if you just sit there. He’d call you selfish or a lone player, whatever else he’s called you at work.

So you start to move, grinding random shapes that would hilt his tip into all the perfect places inside your heat.

Like putty in his hands. He smirks, his tongue swipes his bottom lip as he watches you work for it. 

Your hands try to grasp anything that will aid you, but all you have is your hair, which isn't ideal but threading your fingers and pulling at the hairs on your scalp reminds you of how he had an iron grip on you when he first kissed you. 

Jongseong has to admire you right now because you’re taking your pleasure into your own hands, he’s basically doing nothing and he thinks you might be close to cumming. The competitive side of him knows what to do because he will be damned if he isn’t pounding you, making you scream his name as you cum.

He fucks up into you, taking over and making you lose the pace you had set. You would complain if he wasn’t hammering into you so good. The moans leaving your mouth are frenzied, calling out for more, which he’ll happily give you, just not in this position.

Cradling your back he sits up and throws you so he’s on top, your head now hanging off the end of the bed, the instant blood rush turns your brain to mush, and all the while he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, each time he moves, it hits a new spot you didn’t know you had. He’s fucking you so good, you’ll never get enough.

Jongseong dislikes the fact that he can't see your face, so he yanks you back onto the bed by your legs, causing him to dig deeper into your pussy. Once your fucked out face comes back into view, he smirks because you’re completely gone, eyes shut as you feel every inch of him. 

“Told you I would ruin you, didn’t I?” He grits out, slapping your left tit, causing you to yelp back into the world, your eyes now watering at the sting.

“Not ruined me enough,” You bite back, egging him on to go rougher. 

He tilts his head in disbelief as he keeps battering your pussy with his cock, the audacity you have to say that when you couldn’t even speak a minute ago. Roughly, grabs the back of your head and pulls you forward, his forehead against yours as his eyes burn deep into yours, “Say that again.” 

Every fibre of your body tells you not to speak another word, but you never listened to yourself anyway, “You couldn’t ruin me as bad as you ruined your case.”

“Fuck you.” He grips your throat keeping your head up and kisses you roughly, his tongue sweeping all along your mouth. Jongseong can only see red because it was you who made him forget about the assignment because it was your eyes he was getting lost in. This was your fault and no one else. 

Harshly, he pins you back to the bed by your neck, not squeezing too harshly, but just enough to restrict your breath flow. He saw how much you loved the head rush earlier, so he took that as a sign you would like to be choked while he fucks you.

He was right.

“You know what? I’m going to make my own list,” He breathes out, “My hate list.” 

You’re a little confused but you’re too drunk on his cock to understand even the simplest of sentences.

Jongseong begins to snap his hips into you with each sentence, “I hate that you think you’re better than me,” His grip squeezes your throat, “I hate when you suck up to the boss’ ass and stick me in shit when it’s convenient for you.”

You let out a whimper at his brute force, “Jongseong…please,” You try to fuck onto him more, the single thrusts not giving you what you want quick enough, but that only earns you another squeeze of your jugular.

“And I hate that I love how good you’re pussy feels,” Your ears prick up at the twisted compliment, a sense of accomplishment coming over you, “You drive me batshit crazy, and I fucking love it.”

He withdraws his hand from your throat and trails it back down to your bud, now focusing all his efforts on helping you finish. 

“I hate that you can’t just admit you like me,” You breathe out, voice hoarse. 

For a split second, he stops all his movements, but he refuses to acknowledge what you just said because it’s not true. He doesn’t like you, not one bit…

This was treading into dangerous territory and Jongseong knew it, so he had to end this fast. With one smooth movement, he hoists your back up to arch it and pounds himself deep into you, his balls slapping against your ass due to his relentless pace. He was showing you no mercy, he was showing you how much he hated your guts.

“I’m cumming, Jjongie,” You whine out.

He notices the nickname and, while he won't admit it, he likes it. Only when you say it, or rather how you say it, especially now that you're clenching down on him and cumming over his cock. The way your pussy clamps him causes him to blast his load deep into you, his previously tactical thrusts now hilted so he can fill you up. 

Shared pants echo the room as you both sit in the consequences of your actions. 

You just fucked Park Jongseong - and you liked it. The mix of anger and desire just added a new level to sex you didn’t think possible. 

Abruptly, he gets off you, and his cock slips out of you leaving you feeling a little empty, “I’ll take the couch,” he says, face hard with seriousness. He was just going to leave you like this? Weren’t you going to talk about what just happened? 

“Oh…okay.” You say deflated. 

Jongseong notices and turns his head to you, his back still in clear view, but he doesn’t utter a word. Instead, he sighs and picks up his case, retreating to the living area of the hotel suite. 

You feel a little tacky, not just physically but mentally. You weren’t expecting love and kisses after the sex, but a little ‘That was good’ or even ‘Are you okay?’ would have been enough. 

Attempting to push aside the lingering thoughts, you slip off of the bed and head to the shower, determined to rid your body and mind of all traces of his presence. As you retrieve your pyjamas and walk by him, you inadvertently overlook the gloomy expression on his face, like he wants to do more but he already complicated your relationship enough when he kissed and then fucked you, in his mind, it was best just to forget about it.

_____

The next morning you awake with the brightness of the day shining on your face. Your body is sore from the way Jongseong handled you last night. If it was any other circumstance, you would probably be smiling, reliving the best fuck you’ve had for years, but you’re not smiling. You can’t, not after he left you so coldly.

A buzzing from your phone diverts your attention into the real world. You read his name at the top of your phone and you begin to read the plethora of messages from this morning

Park Jongseong

5:12am: 

Gone to see if I can arrange lunch with him.

Wear something nice.

5:32am: 

Meet us at 11am in the dining room.

7:23am:

I’m sorry for last night.

I was a prick.

You ignore the apology and look at the time, it’s currently just past 10am which means you better get your ass in gear and get ready. 

It’s time to be Jongseong’s devoted wife.

[taboo-delusion]

So, I just discovered something interesting.

This is a bit of a long one, so bear with me. It's important. Seriously.

I just woke up a few hours ago. My meds are starting to kick in. I was having a very serious and genuine, deep conversation (in-head) and it was... beautiful. It wasn't happy, but it was beautiful. Not the point.

Point is:

I had not had a single fucking intrusive thought today until someone made a noise in the other room.

I am so fucking PISSED OFF

Why my brain refuses to realize that intrusive thoughts CAUSED the good feeling to go away, I have no fucking idea. I've known that for almost a year now, yet my stupid fucking subconscious refuses to change anything it's doing

Before I snap my fucking android phone in half and yeet somebody's face into neptune, I thought I'd share the discovery!!!!

Basically:

MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS DID NOT START UNTIL SOMETHING STARTLED ME OUT OF FOCUS

AS I TYPE THIS, I REALIZE THAT INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS -AT LEAST FOR ADHDERS- ARE A SURVIVAL TACTIC.

Elaborating:

When you fall asleep and your heart slows too much, your body does the falling thing to make sure you're still alive.

It's not that intrusive thoughts are *Just* because your brain gets too quiet, It's because your life has never been completely quite before, or -like me- the few times it is quiet, something interrupts. And even if it doesn't piss you off, even if you don't jump like I do, your brain still registers it as not safe.

--

Falling asleep, heart slows a lot-

Body: *Sends adrenaline just to make sure it still actually works.*

Drowning, even mostly unconscious-

Body and brain: *Hold onto that last half-breath even if it feels like you're head is going to explode.*

Going grocery shopping or talking to someone you think is cool-

Brain: *Remembers what it felt like the first time your guardian was indifferent or mean about something that made you happy or calm.*

Things around you actually get quiet-

Brain *Sends a thought you hate just to make sure you're prepared for a sudden problem.*

TDLR 1: Your brain isn't mean on purpose, It's just paranoid and still has a will to live.

Listen. I know I'm just some random dude from a weird blog. But I'm trying to translate, to assist. Maybe somebody else needs this realization as much as I do. I apologize for the yelling earlier. I'm still just as upset, but only at my dumbass subconscious. Now some time has passed, and I have regained self-control.

(I also apologize for the above paragraph, my brain nags for me to do this, but I can't remember why. So:)

I am no psychologist. Here are my qualifications (why you should listen to me):

As my friends call it- "Disturbingly self-aware at all times."

Paranoid Schizophrenic with actual (unrelated) OCD, with years of experience dealing with it- more healthily in recent years.

Philosophy and deep thinking is simply my default. I use metaphors, but everything in this post is entirely literal, ...except the angry threat. (*begrudgingly accepts disappointment*)

I am a fiction writer. I don't know about healing people/first aid, but I know a LOT about how anatomy works, with many deep-dives on the psychology/evolution side.

People irl generally consider me a genius? Idk how to gauge that, IQ tests are irrelevant with this type of... smart?. I've been compared to both Da Vinci and Einstein. So, ...actually that's pretty fuckin' cool- (I AM NOT TRYING TO BRAG! I APOLOGIZE IF IT COMES OFF THAT WAY! I've never put it all down like this, and I'm just surprised and questioning my reputation.)

(Also, I love playing detective, so naturally I call myself Batman XD.)

Autistic; I experience the world, and every situation, from a view without any context.

ADHD: My brain automatically -As a guardian I hate describes- "Can watch three different movies at the same time, all in fast forward, and can keep up with all of them." ... Well, yes, but technically no. Idk if other ADHD people do this, but my brain "connects the dots" so quickly, I end up laughing at jokes I've never heard before the 'punchline', because I've already figured out what you're going to say next.

Now combine all that. I am kicking depression's ass and now I want to help you do the same.

I have only mentioned the relevant things. Please keep in mind that ALL of these have both advantages and disasters. Thank you for your patience and understanding. I am running on four hours of sleep. For the love of whatever, I hope this actually helps someone other than me.

Qualifications are noted because: This is all stuff (and stuff like this) that I am just always casually aware of.

TLDR2: Even if I wasn't trying to help people feel better, Apparently I was born with a nat 20 perception/insight check, so please don't argue that I truly understand what I'm talking about here.

[parkerflix]

— house of balloons

ethan landry x gn!reader (hint of chad x reader)

wc: 1.05k

warnings: huge spoiler warning for scream 6, blood, violence, descriptions of aforementioned blood & violence, angst(?), one sided affections

synopsis: the betrayal you had felt hurt almost as much as the wounds left. almost.

a/n: my first scream fic i literally have been thinking about this i just needed to word dump sorry if it’s a little messy i’m rusty

you weren’t sure how you had gotten it wrong.

clutching your right side, you hissed at the pain that came with applying the pressure on your wound.

your ears were still ringing from the shots fired, and you weren’t sure if kirby was alive or dead.

detective bailey was going some long tangent, ones just like you had seen in horror movies a thousand times before with him.

quinn was busy glaring at sam and tara, her pupils blown wide as if she had been doing something else.

“hey sweetheart, where’s your head at?”

you whipped your head around to look at him, the one who had lied to you and was trying to kill you.

ethan waved his knife at you, a smile growing on his face once he realized you had snapped out of your daze.

“can’t have you missing everything. i’m surprised you hadn’t figured it out before. it was so fucking simple, right in front of you the whole time! unless you’re too stupid to have even considered me a suspect! mindy was right to be concerned and suspicious about me. a shame she had to die really.”

“fuck you.”

a sharp blade quickly sliced your left arm, making you cry out in pain.

quinn had a satisfied smile, and pointed the knife directly towards you.

“don’t talk to him like that!”

“quinn you’re a fucking psycho whore!” tara shouted at her, pulling you closer to both her & sam.

“you call it whore, i call it sex positive. you’re going to die anyways you bitch so it doesn’t matter what you say.”

sam seemingly had enough of all three of them, and whacked quinn over the head with the brick, a crack being heard and her laying on the ground.

it quickly became chaos after that, sam and tara running and fighting off both detective bailey & quinn fairly easy. you had run back to the lobby, as fast as you possibly could with your injuries. you could feel yourself losing more & more blood, your vision getting significantly more spotted.

reaching chad, you kneeled down next to him, trying to find a pulse, a sign that he was still alive. he was your best friend, and you were unwilling to accept that he was dead.

you start shaking his arm, about to call out him name when you felt a blade stab your other side. you turned your head around when the knife was retracted from your side, only to see ethan standing over you.

your eyes grew wide, not registering what happened next.

ethan stabbed you once more in the same spot, twisting the knife kneeling in front of you.

“i cant believe you would still run to chad during all of this. i thought you were smarter than that. i never wanted to hurt you. i just wanted you to see that he was bad for you.”

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you spat at him, ethan twisting the knife even more with a grin when he saw you were struggling to breathe.

“it was obvious. in all the time we spent together, it was obvious that i’m in love with you. but you wouldn’t shut up about chad, and i figured with him out of the way, you would see i’m here for you. a shame that i was wrong about you. now i have to kill you.”

he pulled the knife out of your side, and threw you onto the ground. he came and straddled you, thighs pinning your waist in place. you looked around frantically, not wanting to just be at his will.

a concrete block was just in your reach, fingertips ghosting over the edge of the hole in it.

“you know, i really loved you. we could’ve made it work.”

ethan brought his arms up and was about to plunge the knife deep into your chest, when you swung the concrete block, slamming it into his head. the force you used knocked ethan off of you and onto the ground, making him drop the knife and lay there unmoving.

you had watched countless horror movies with ethan, always getting frustrated with the characters when they never bothered to make sure the killers were dead. you quickly rose to your knees, ignoring how blurry your vision was, and grabbed both the cinder block and the knife that had fell not far enough from ethan’s reach as you would like. you pocketed the knife, wanting it just in case.

you quickly straddled yourself on top of him, and swung the block towards his head with as much force as you could muster. you repeated it as much as you could, tears streaming down your face as you heard the cracking of his bones in his head.

after a few blows to his head, and his hair being matted with his blood, you grabbed the knife, leaned forward and with your last bit of energy, plunged the knife through ethan’s heart. you twisted it, a sob leaving your mouth as you never had wanted to be in this position again. you laid on top of ethan for a moment, sobs racking your entire body as you came to terms with what just happened.

you don’t know when you had blacked out, maybe the blood loss, maybe the adrenaline finally leaving your body, but when you came to, you thought you were dead.

opening your eyes, you quickly took a full scan of the room, not quite sure where you were.

looking to your right side, you saw your iv and heart monitor and everything clicked into place.

“hey.”

you turned your head to see chad in the same room as you, in his bed 10 feet away from you.

he waved at you, confusion riddling your face as you tried to remember what had happened.

“don’t frown like that, or else you’re going to get wrinkles.”

you rolled your eyes at him, before asking him the question that was waiting to come out.

“and the others?”

“they’re safe. we’re safe.”

as soon as he said those words, relief washed over you, and you felt yourself tearing up. somehow you had survived two sets of serial killers. you knew that maybe right now, you wouldn’t be fine, but you had hope that maybe you could be.

[jezebelgoldstone]

RRR (2022, dir S. S. Rajamouli)

things i am not now and likely never will get over from RRR

DRIFT COMPATIBLE BATTLE COUPLE DETECTED

queer? platonic? queerplatonic? who gives a shit no matter what it was it was AWESOME

Colonialism Is Bad Actually: The Musical

the symbolism. holy shit. every BIT of it was absolutely amazing.

wow all the mains in this movie are just, really hot? my poor lil pan heart had a rough time with this one ngl

the fact that someone (likely many someones) watched this movie about Colonialism Is Bad Actually and said 'you know what let's dub this whole thing into Hindi and English and then not give an option to watch it with the original Telugu dialogue' sure was,,,,,,,,, A Choice

THE MUSIC

by which i mean the actual song-and-dance numbers as well as the like story soundtrack all of it is going on my playlist asap

listen the spirk-behind-glass scene is awful. spock and kirk can't even touch. they can hear. they can see. but they cannot touch. and i in my sweet ignorant bliss thought that was as bad as it could get.

tonight i learned that holding someone in your arms through the bars of their cell is so much worse

I watched it on Netflix but i looked it up on a few other ahem websites and on EVERY SINGLE ONE Telugu audio wasn't even an option.

there was not one single chance to tie things together or make a connection or do a setup/payoff or callback that was not taken. not a single one.

everything about this movie is 100% Extra

in short: this movie is a masterclass

aaaaaand the rest below a cut because WOW i have a lot to say actually

which brings me to the dancing oh my gods. not sure i've ever seen such enthusiastic dancing in anything in my entire life. seriously by the final number i was exhausted just watching them

in general, this movie is: stunning

"RAM." "BHEEM." "SEETHA." IT'S ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM.

also this was kinda hilarious because i watched it in hindi [the least disorienting option] and they kept SAYING "ram" but in the subs it was always fuckin RAJU so like. again with the Choices. like seriously what was the thought process there. WAS there a thought process.

FIRE. WATER. STORY. I JUST. I. HELP ME.

i ADORED jenny. with my whole entire heart. she is one of the very BEST examples of Ignorance Is A Privilege and also At What Point Does Ignorance Become Malicious that i have ever ever seen. i loooooooooved it. i mean i hated it a whole lot while it was happening but also i am SO GLAD that now rather than trying to explain all of this to people i can just tell them to watch this movie and then sit them down and be like, so what are your thoughts on jenny's culpability in literally everything?

oh and how you can be a kind person and still do atrocities! like jenny is so sweet and so kind and you just like her so much and yet. and yet.

t h e s y m b o l i s m

i cannot remember the last time i saw a movie so visually stunning. the cinematography is breathtaking. pause on just about any random frame and it could be a movie poster or hanging in an art gallery or what have you.

they also dubbed all the lines that were actually in english? i mean i get it for the characters who spent most of the movie speaking Telugu because you'd need their voices to stay the same through the whole movie yeah fine whatever. but like. they dubbed all the ENGLISH characters, too? like literally dubbed them from english into english??? the dialogue matched their mouths except the timing was veeeery sliiiiiiiightly off but it SOUNDED really obviously dubbed??? Y THO???

HOLY SHIT THE FIGHT SCENES OH MY GODS

Malli. Malli honey i love you. i'm just realizing i don't know if that's your actual name gods damn it. but whatever your name is child i love you.

and did i mention that everyone in this movie is beautiful? like. seriously. Ram and Bheem especially holy SHIT.

Physics Does Not Work Like That And I Do Not Care Because That Was AWESOME: The Musical

oooohhhhh they re-recorded and dubbed the fucking SONGS too. i am so pissed about this y'all i can't even tell you.

oh i want to do a whole entire post that's even longer than this one about the symbolism. hell i could probably do a whole entire post just on the fire/water symbolism even without everything else. It was AMAZING.

okay ram is fire and bheem is water and ram's people go to a valley on the shores of a river and the river is in literally every shot of the village and just ram BEING fire but water being a place of HOME and SAFETY for ram

i'm not crying shut up

MALLI AND HER MOTHER TRY TO REACH EACH OTHER BUT THEY CANNOT TOUCH THROUGH THE GLASS

BHEEM AND MALLI HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HER CONFINEMENT AND HE HAS TO LET GO AND LEAVE HER

BHEEM AND RAM HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HIS CONFINEMENT AND BHEEM RIPS THE DOOR RIGHT OFF

ooooooohhhhhhh and people holding hands right before they part. oh that hurts. all of those hurt so bad.

how every single time people held hands when they parted they always held on till the last possible second EXCEPT FOR RAM'S MOM.

she lifts her hand away from him and then pulls back and it was devastating

Predators Do Not Work Like That But I Do Not Care Because That Was Awesome And Also They Ate A Bunch Of Colonizing Cops: Queercoded Edition (ACAB)

bheem with his arms spread and rope or chains around his wrists or in his hands. i just. the way it flipped back and forth from 'he has the power' to 'he is helpless' to 'he should be helpless and isn't' was just. breathtaking.

AND THEN. AND THEN RAM. CHAINED UP THE SAME WAY. DOING THE SAME GODDAMN THING AND USING THE FACT THAT HE'S CHAINED UP FOR HIS OWN FUCKING PURPOSES BECAUSE HE SAW BHEEM DO IT FIRST DON'T TOUCH ME

okay listen this movie would've been good no matter what but like. they really are just SO beautiful. and. when ram. with like the long hair. and. beard. and like. you know? like. his. his hair. his general. everything. um.

literally at the most emotionally inappropriate moment i literally thought about that whole 'i saw a man so beautiful i started crying' thing and like that almost literally happened literally

Why There Can't Be Any Such Thing As Good Cops: The Romance (ACAB)

and like here's the thing i'm not sure i would've even NOTICED this had it not been for the linguistic chauvinism with the audio and everything but like both of them were hindu and a lot of the symbolism though awesome was also really strongly hindu and i just i don't know nearly enough about hindutva to have any kind of opinion BUT i also feel like maaaaaaaybe there was something a little uncomfy about some of this

oh no wait the suspenders dance. that might've actually been the best part. yeah.

oh all the british actors did SUCH a good job being so eminently punchable

throw cheetahs at each other! and snakes! somehow have upper body strength greater than the force exerted by a 800+ lb tiger lunging! throw those motorcycles! punch through those walls without breaking your fingers! use herbal paste to heal broken bones in a matter of a minutes! break solid stone with nothing but the strength of your shoulders and gay love! i am so here for all of this!!!

Throw Rocks Marble Pillars Live Tigers Cops At Cops: The Movie (ACAB)

i love that jenny felt bad for the poor little girl who got kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned so she. bought her a dress and a toy.

you know, to make her feel better about the whole 'being kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned' thing.

instead of doing, i don't know know, literally anything else. like even just saying to her aunt 'hey this makes me sad' or something. #solidarity.

the violence was violent and the romance was sweet

okay so during the fight at the midpoint like i know that by the end of it ram and bheem are literal fire and water BUT ALSO. Ram enters the scene in a flaming carriage and from that point forward the fountain is in pretty much every shot of bheem. just sayin.

love that lachu (or whatever his name really is) told ram that there was no cure. like yes! you go man! ram may be so beautiful that in forty minutes i'm going to be in tears but that's no reason to tell a cop the truth about anything! you lie to that cop man!

A BRITISH SOLDIER HIT LOKI IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

BHEEM HIT RAM IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

i know other people got hit in the head with tree branches too but STILL

honestly i really like that ram and bheem were, well, ram and bheem. but i mean im glad they weren't like ram and lakshman or bheem and arjun or something. not even just because that would've been brotherly like i'm glad they weren't arjun and krishna or something either. i liked that their names weren't from the same story. i liked it better this way and i can't even articulate why.

i am never ever ever going to get over the progression of part of bheem's introduction being something going wrong and him holding two ropes (he has all the power) with his arms spread and that being used to show us how incredibly strong he is -> something going wrong and bheem with ropes around his wrists (he shouldn't have any power at all) holding his arms spread and that being used to show how incredibly strong he is in a completely different way

like every time there were ropes or chains in bheem's hands or around his wrists it meant something, and it was a beat in the rhythm of a discernable arc, but now i can't remember all of them gdi

oooohhhhh there was SO much more symbolism i wanted to talk about but it's so late that i have a headache and this post is so long my computer's lagging like two sentences behind so i should stop and go to bed. sigh.

just go watch this movie, okay? pleae? I cannot IMAGINE who would've read this whole thing,m but if you did, just watch it, all rigth? (and if you happen to know of any site - ANY site - where i can watch it in FUKIN TELUGU kindly drop a link please and thank)

[letterstoear]

Wow, a letter from Chuuya~

Notes: here's a random letter from Chuuya. Chuuya x reader, fluff, romantic relationship, reader and Chuuya live together, reader works for ADA

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Hey doll,

You know better than anyone I’m not one to go around dating casually. Nor am I someone most would think of as an ideal partner. I know you understand my way of life. I mean, of course you would, who would stick around me this long if they didn’t understand? I kill people without hesitation, heck not even children are safe. If my boss orders it, I’ll follow through. Not because I’m some mindless dog, but because I trust his word. Plus, his way of leading is something I look up to. Do you get it? My hands are stained in blood that will never rub off. I’m not someone who you should be professing your love towards and yet you understand that perfectly well.

Never in a million years did I see myself saying yes to you. At least not at the start. In fact, when we met at that movie, I wasn’t expecting you to start a conversation over my tears. Which, I tried my best to deny at the time. Of course, you love to remind me of how much of a crybaby I am though. You bring that damn story up over and over again, but I can’t bring myself to completely hate it. I’m sure it’s because of how we met we’re now together. You said it was refreshing to see someone cry without a care in the world. I hope you know; I did in fact care about you watching me cry.

Soon enough we fought and fought till eventually you said fuck it. Who cares if I date someone who’s my enemy? You said you’ll be in more pain if you don't have me for yourself. What a terrifying but beautiful declaration. Seriously though, _____________ you’re crazy to want to date a member of the port mafia, not to mention an executive. Then again should I really be shocked, you do work alongside Dazai. I’m sure that guy spills all sorts of secrets about me into your pretty little head. I swear the two of you always snicker about me. I hope you know I can hear you even if you speak in morse code.

Which brings me to recall, we’re always on opposing sides, but once the doors bust open, you’re already in my arms. You don’t even hesitate to talk about your day as if you weren’t spilling tea about the armed detective agency. Not that I find your information ever useful. Talking about how Rampo stole your lunch or bragging about your juniors isn’t anything special. Still, we did make a pact to never let work life interfere in home life, so I should expect useless information.

At the end of the day, all I want is to see you happy in love. To me, it’s a treat if I get to see that dorky smile across your face. Those small kisses you pepper all over my face in the morning is nice too. Heck, I even enjoy your pranks you do from time to time. It lets me know you still care for me, that you at the end of the day love me. ___________, I love you. Can’t say I truthfully love everything you do, but that’s love.

There’s going to be struggles. Secrets hidden from each other. Yet, through it all, I’m going to stand beside you as your lover. ______, I trust you and I know you trust me. We’re in love despite standing on opposite sides. What’s more is we both know that if either of us gets hurt we’re rolling out the gun. The only difference is where the bullet hits. At the end of day, I couldn’t wish for a more perfect partner. To me you’re my one and only. I love you and now that I’m thinking about it, I have no idea why I wrote this. Anyway, I hope you treasure this letter, see ya doll.

Sincerely,

Chuuya Nakahara

[fizzingwizard]

I was genuinely looking forward to Lupin vs Holmes in part 6, but what a disappointment it was. Actually, disappointment is too weak a word. In my opinion, it was pretty much a disaster.

There were so many reasons to be hyped for that crossover. You've got Holmes, the greatest detective of his time, and Lupin, the greatest thief of his. They're both canny, eccentric, and always a step ahead of everyone else. They're also both independent and live by their own set of morals. Holmes picks which cases he'll take without concern for money, and lets people go even if they're guilty if his own convictions say they don't deserve punishment. Lupin always does what he wants, doesn't let himself get pushed around, and enjoys wreaking havoc among inhumane criminals just as much as he enjoys flouting the law.

They're even perfectly matched in the ways they're different. I was open to them either liking or disliking each other (though I feel convinced they'd definitely have respect for each other), because I can see either take making sense. Holmes is calculations with a pinch of chaos, Lupin is chaos with a measured dash of calculation. Holmes eschews relationships aside from a very few - Lupin enjoys social interaction (but prioritizes just a few). Holmes is functionally asexual. Lupin is never not horny.

Even the supporting cast was so promising! To tell the truth, from watching previous seasons I didn't really think the rest of the Lupin gang or Watson would have much to do. But I hoped they would because there was so much potential.

I mean Jigen and Watson are both war veterans in their own way. It's not the best comparison (Watson was a doctor, and got shot almost immediately... but he is also a "man of action" and does have a lot of fight and pluck, even if he's not going to be a match for Jigen in terms of marksmanship). And they're the right hand men of two pretty difficult geniuses... couldn't they spend a moment commiserating lmao.

It could have been awesome to see Fujiko interact with Holmes because her usual tricks wouldn't work on him. I admit it isn't unlikely the show would have been like "Ahh, but this time they do work on him, just like Irene Adler!" and totally ignored that book!Irene impressed Holmes with her wiliness and not her sexiness... But I'm talking about my fantasy here. And in my fantasy, Holmes would have had a similar reaction to Fujiko's manipulation and acting skills similar to how he did with Irene. It would have been pretty cool to see Fujiko interact with a man who was NOT into her, but was just as smart and brave and perhaps wiser than Lupin.

Even Goemon would have had something to do. He could have had a super cool kenjutsu vs baritsu ("what even is that?") battle with Holmes. Extra points if Goemon walks away saying "I respect the skill of that fellow warrior, even if he can't spell his own martial art correctly."

And of course Lestrade and Zenigata's shenanigans at Scotland Yard are a nobrainer. But serious bonus points if they both pine away with equal envy and admiration for their respective smart ass thorns in the side hahahahahahaha.

I mean. There was SO MUCH there. How, HOW do you mess that up???

(Answer: By knowing absolutely nothing about Sherlock Holmes to begin with and basing everything on your memories of inaccurate movies from fifty years ago x'D)

So instead we got: perpetually sad, somber Sherlock Holmes, who isn't working the job that he literally loves anymore in favor of looking miserable a lot and raising a child. And the child is Watson's kid, who Watson can't raise because he's fucking DEAD, and mom can't raise because SHE'S dead (just say Holmes is her mom. Come on. We're in the future. Just say it). Also Watson is dead because Lestrade killed him like WHAT. Of all the twists they could have gone one, they definitely surprised me with that one. Was it a fun surprise though? ... No, no it wasn't.

Add to that the extremely dull characterizations of everyone, the heavy reliance on the danger to a little girl who isn't even a canonical character but is very cute, and the slow, slow pace of the episodes... What a mess. It was memorable, sure, but for the wrong reasons.

Like the only thing I can think of that I didn't hate about the whole arc was Lily taking her first steps as Holmes's assistant at the very end. Fine, that's adorable, and makes me feel ever so slightly better about Watson being dead. And I'm desperate for something to like here so let's go with it.

("It's not really Sherlock Holmes anyway because of the generational difference, it's his great grandson who has his exact same name and job! Same with Watson and Lestrade and sexy Mrs Hudson and and and-" I'm gonna stop you right there we all know it's Holmes. Whatever excuses they make, no matter how they have to bend time and physics to make it happen, it is Holmes Prime in every way that matters lol.)

A melancholy sigh for the Coolest Crossover Ever That Wasn't. As a Lupin fan and a Sherlock Holmes fan, I'll regret it till the day I die.

[lovincherries]

Smut where Austin fucks you so hard you can’t walk correctly the next day on set and someone asks about it to make sure you’re okay in a group of your costars during break you try to lie and say it was your leg day yesterday and then they realize when Austin smirks at you thinking no one was looking at him. But you guys haven’t told anyone you’re dating so it makes for some interesting conversation and definitely some burning hot cheeks. (Title option lol hunka hunka burning love 😂😂😂)

Hunka Hunka Burning Love

a/n: literally LOVE this suggestion lmaoooo the title killed me. I'm back and better than ever y'all. I have a story about Austin with a thicker reader coming out soon, so watch out for it! This is kind of short bc I have sooo much I wanna work on today. I kind of changed it up a little bit, I'm sorry!!

@gvnchhy had the same requests, therefore there are two of these. I’m sorry :((

warnings: rough sex, embarrassment, and just smut. daddy kink.

"Austin," you sighed softly as he pressed his front into your back, his touch was a welcome reprieve from the stress you were feeling. He had hardly been home while filming the Elvis movie, leaving you to tend to the house and your studies all on your own. Truth be told, you hated it more than anything. Austin was your rock. And not to mention, you missed his touch as well, craved it. No matter what you did, it was nothing like the way he would touch you.

"Hey darlin'," he said gruffly in that southern accent he had developed, Lord did he know that it did crazy things to you. His hands wandered to your front, softly caressing your waist. The light touch of his fingertips sent shockwaves down your spine, you craved what he had to give you and he knew it too.

"I missed you," you said. Your voice came out soft and airy, a hint of neediness that only Austin could detect. You could feel the slight smile on his face that was placed in the nape of your neck, causing one to encase your face too. You slightly pressed your ass back into him, needing him closer to you. You only wore his t-shirt and your panties, but the thick layer of his jeans and your clothes was too much to bear.

"Someone is needy today," he hummed into your shoulder, his hands slipping below your t-shirt and resting on your hips. Only inches from where you wanted him.

"Very," you spoke transparently, there was no need to hide how you were feeling. You could skip the small talk with him, there was no need to tease each other. You felt the press of his dick in his pants, the very few words you spoke and the proximity of your bodies affecting him just as much as it affected you.

You turned around to face him, your hands resting on his chest. His lips were spread slightly apart, eyes hazed with something deeper and darker. He looked down at you, your breasts pressing through your shirt. Your nipples were hard, poking through your shirt. They demanded his attention, needed it. His hands were slightly touching you all over, just rubbing any bare skin you had to offer. It was driving you mad. You didn't want barely there touches, you wanted him to fuck you.

His hands were trailing south on your back, leaving anticipation in the wake of his fingertips, you wanted everything. His hands rested on your ass, squeezing harshly, eliciting a gasp from your mouth. It left a smile on his face to see how you reacted. After he relented his harsh grip on your butt, he smacked it, hard.

"Austin," you said impatiently, his name revealing everything you wanted to say to him but couldn't find the words to express how you were feeling.

He leaned down into your neck, kissing slowly up to your jaw to your ear, he licked it slightly, pulling on it. "Is my baby desperate for my dick?" He asked in a demeaning tone, but it only excited you more. You loved it when he got in these moods.

"Yes," you said honestly again, all your emotions shined through your voice. Truth be told, you and Austin hadn't been able to do anything in weeks and you were going crazy. You were both too exhausted by all your other duties, when you got home you both just wanted to cuddle and sleep. Today? Today was the first day Austin had gotten home at a reasonable time, and you were both going to take advantage of it.

His hands were now playing with the thin straps of your underwear, he slightly tugged at it, letting it slap your skin. The sting was noticeable, but your lust for him was clogging all your other senses. You only wanted one thing, and without it you felt so hollow. His fingers were now outlining your panty clad folds, his light touches only making you hungry for him more.

"Already so wet and we haven't done a damn thing," he hummed, attempting to embarrass you, but you felt no shame, "so desperate for what daddy has to give her, huh?" He asked rhetorically, moving his touch away from where you wanted it most. He was in a teasing mood today and you couldn't stand it.

You stood on your tip toes, leaning into his ear now. A fire ignited in your soul, you were mad that he was denying you of something you deserved. "If daddy doesn't give it to me," you paused, drawing him in, licking a stripe up his neck. A shudder moved down his spine at your whispered words and light touches, "I'll find someone else who will."

You knew that would drive him insane, Austin was the jealous type. His eyes darkened almost immediately, feeling threatened by your words. His hands quickly found their way to your throat, squeezing only slightly. "Someone is acting like a little whore," he said roughly, his mean words only formed a pool in your underwear. You loved it when he spoke so meanly to you.

"And when you act like a whore," he paused now, gripping your throat slightly harder, cutting off your oxygen now, "you get treated like one."

He released your throat, small gasps coming from your mouth now, attempting to regain some oxygen. Before you could think, he lifted you up, placing you on your kitchen counters. He tore your panties off, leaving them ripped on the floor. You wined; it was one of your favorite pairs.

"Shut the fuck up," the anger apparent in his voice, Austin despised the insinuation of you being with another man. It was something he feared with him being away so much, and you knew you shouldn't have said it but you couldn't help yourself. He quickly pulled down the sweats he wore, his dick semi hard now. He moved his hands up and down his shaft, making himself harder now.

"Take your shirt off," he said, gasping while he pleased himself, "and don't say a fucking word or I'm shoving your panties down your throat."

You did exactly what he said, you always did. You were left completely bare now too, he threw his shirt off as well. His dick was completely standing to attention now, his tip leaking precum. It only caused your mouth to water in response. You ached for him and everything he had to give you. He roughly pulled you forward, his dick just barely touching your soaked folds. You attempted to kiss him, but he stopped you. That's how you knew he was the angriest he had ever been.

"Only good girls get a kiss, not whores," he said, gripping your jaw harshly. You just nodded your head in response, trying to comply with his wants.

He was now rubbing his dick up and down your folds, coating himself in your slick. "Haven't been home in fucking days and that's the first thing you say to me? Fucking pathetic," he said harshly, you were too distracted by his dick on your folds. His tip brushing against your clit every few moments. You wanted to moan in response, but you knew that would anger him more.

Before you could process anything, he slipped into you. It was a tight fit, you had been empty for weeks. You both gasped out at the stretch, the only moment his domineering facade faded. He bottomed out in you, fast. The pain of him hitting your cervix was subdued from the pure ecstasy of having him inside you. He didn't give you any warning or any time to prepare before he started pounding into you, your body became hazed from the pleasure and the pain. You both released little moans from your mouth like chants of praise, both loving the feeling of having each other so close.

He was going unbelievably fast and hard, creating a pressure in your stomach that you had never felt before. "D-daddy," you couldn't help but moan, your brain could hardly focus on the commands he told you. Your legs went limp, making it harder for him to thrust into you at that pace.

He quickly reacted, throwing both legs over his shoulders, stretching you out and compressing you in every possible way. He went right back to his relentless pace, giving you no time to breathe or think.

"Can't even give me any fucking respect," he spit out, looking down at you with so much love and anger. He went impossibly harder, surely your cervix was going to be bruised at this pace. You tried to crawl away from him, to get some reprieve from the immense pleasure and pain.

He was quick to react, pulling you back closer to him. "Can't take it, huh?" He spoke degradingly, you shook your head no. Tears were brimming at your eyes from the feeling of being so full. He knew if you really wanted to stop, you would have said so. He knew you liked it like this. He shoved two fingers all the way down your throat, forcing you to gag on his fingers as he relentlessly pounded into you.

"That's too bad," he spoke, leaning down into your ear. You could barely hear his words, only being able to feel the pleasure he was giving you. Tears were falling down your face now, your moans muffled by the fingers in his throat. His full weight was on you as he thrusted into you, but all you could feel was his dick in your stomach. Your legs felt the burn of being stretched up to his shoulders, you knew this was going to hurt so bad tomorrow but it felt so good now.

His other hand found your clit, rubbing it. It only pushed you that much farther over the edge, you felt dumbified from everything he was giving you. Drool was coming out from your mouth, your head thrown back and your eyes closed, you could only feel him. You knew he was close too, not being inside of you for so long did that to him. He rubbed your clit harder now, your hips bucking up to meet his now. You were no longer running away from the pleasure but embracing it. His hips were going faster now, stuttering as they hit yours.

"C'mon, come for me baby, milk my cock like the good whore you are," he moaned into your ear, and his words sent you over the edge. Your walls spasmed around him, causing him to moan and to release inside of you. Your wetness gushed around his as he continued to thrust into you throughout your orgasm, filling you up to the brim of all his love that he had been saving for you for weeks. You both couldn't move; he stayed deep inside of you. You were both exhausted from the pleasure.

You stayed for his for what felt like forever, until he picked you up. He was still inside of you as he took you to your shared bedroom, laying both of you in the comfort of your sheets. The last thing you heard him mutter was, "so beautiful," as you closed your eyes.

*******

You were right, it did hurt the next day. So very, very bad.

"Austin, I can't go to work with you today," you told him, standing at your bathroom sink with shaky legs. He could only laugh in response, but that stupid laugh made you want to murder him.

"Ya gotta go babe, you promised," he said cockily, a part of him wanted everyone to know that he did this to you. Your shaky legs was him marking his territory, everyone would look at you and know what happened.

"You did this to me!" You fake yelled at him, blaming him for the pain you were in now.

He ultimately convinced you to go, and when everyone asked you if you were okay or if you pulled something because you couldn't walk, your only response was. "I had a very intense leg day yesterday."

Austin almost always gave it away with that stupid smirk on his face and everyone would know that Austin was the one who put you in this embarrassing situation.

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Gary Oldman Masterlist

Oh hey guys, this man has done so many characters. Granted, I may not write about all of them, but these guys, I will. He's such an amazing actor, with a wide range of characters, many of them hot as fuck. Here are some that I've written for. And listen, I won't be mad if you drop a comment or reblog, honestly! In fact, it would make my day!

Drexyl Spivey

I Know I'm Pretty You and your roommate find a new weed dealer, and as it turns out, he's hot as fuck. NSFW

We Got Everything Here Your roommate, Alex, goes out on a date, which leaves you and Drexyl with the apartment to yourselves NSFW

While We're Waiting Your roommate tells you that she wants to watch Drexyl finger you, and it awakens a new kink. NSFW

His Cake and His Present Drexyl only wants one thing for his birthday — you. You decide to make it a birthday he'll never forget NSFW

Jim Gordon

Detective!Reader (in chronological order)

What Dreams Are Made Of When GCPD gets a new transfer, Jim worries she could be another corrupt cop that he'll need to worry about.

The Dark Morning On a rainy December morning, you cannot find the strength to get up for work. Jim can get up, but it's not exactly for work. NSFW

The Dark Day You and Jim get distracted while making a late breakfast NSWF

The Dark Night You and Jim work from home on a case that's been plaguing him for years, have a spirited debate on what constitutes a Christmas movie, and snuggle up on the couch with some take out

Sleep Just To Dream Sometimes your dreams were so vivid that they would affect your mood even after you were awake. After you dream of catching Jim in a compromised situation, you have a hard time letting go of the jealousy that follows.

Santa's Helper Christmas Eve at GCPD

Two Sides, Same Coin When your former partner shows up in Gotham City asking for help on a case, Jim gets a bit jealous after learning more about your history.

The Spice Rises After a long week, you and Jim decide to blow off some steam by trying some new games. NSFW

At His Mercy You and Jim play a new game (part two to The Spice Rises NSFW

Perfect You should've known that Valentine's Day with Jim would be perfect, even when you hated Valentine's Day.

Sirius Black

One Shots

Ever So Sweet Sirius is sorted into Gryffindor, much to his mother's chagrin

Drabbles

Drinking Games Drabble

Whispers and Wishes Drabble

Long Fics

You've Got An Owl It's been ten years since the Second Wizarding War, and just over a year since Sirius Black was mysteriously thrown out of the veil. Both Sirius and Hermione signed up for a Quill Companion Service and were matched, unbeknownst to each other. Through their letters, they find healing and fall in love, while in person they cannot stand each other. COMPLETE

Requests

NSFW prompts #50 "I want it. I want to taste you."

Dr Zachary Smith

NSFW prompts #52 "Won't you help me? Please?"

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On the brink | Part 2

Part 1

Summary: When a case hits too close to home, is Jay able to keep it together or is he going to lose everything.

Trigger Warnings: best friend Jay, OC Lilian Grace Harper, asthma, protective Kevin, Adam and Antonio, metion of past child abuse, mention of dead soldiers, Jay being and asshole at some time, friends to enemies to lovers, idiots in love, canon divergence!

Word Count: 4.2k +

To say that the case hits Jay hard is an understatement. The last days Intelligence found out that all five of the dead soldiers were recently back from their deployment abroad and now ready for retirement, either because of an injury or because they wanted to start a new life back with their families back home.

They worked without so much as a break but now on Friday they seem to be missing important pieces of the puzzle. They have no clue, why someone would target the men or who their suspect could be.

"I made a coffee run. The finest coffee and the best muffins in the whole city." Lily shouts as she climbs up the steps to the Intelligence unit, slightly out of breath. The cold weather is taking a toll on her sensitive lungs and bronchia, but there's no time for her to ease up or rest. The case needs to be solved and that sooner rather than later. She also needs to be there for her partner Jay Halstead. The last days the mood clearly shifts. He got more silent and withdrawn. It took her a whole lot of persuasiveness to get him to go home the last evenings.

"Oh my God, you got me that sinful double chocolate muffin, sunshine? I love you. Marry me!" Adam jokes and hungrily takes the bag out of her hands.

"Wow, slow down cowboy. I'm not that kind of easy girl you used to date."

She takes a step to Jay's desk but he doesn't even look up when she sets down his steaming cup of coffee and the blueberry muffin he loves so dearly.

"I got you your favorite muffin and the best almond milk latte in the city." She softly says to her green eyed partner.

"Wouldn't it be better to work on the fucking case? Or do you want some more dead veterans to be found?" Jay looks up, his eyes furious. He instantly regrets his harsh words. But Adam's joking and Lily's sunshine-always-happy-people-pleaser-behavior sets off his rage. Her gaze drops down clearly hurt from the words of the most important person in her life. She whispers a silent "sorry" and sits down at her own desk, head hanging low.

"Hey, easy there tiger. We are all working our asses sore. No reason to let your anger out on Lilian."

"It's okay Ruz." she tries to calm the heated mood. Even if Jay's words hurt her she doesn't want any of her colleagues in the line of fire. She takes his words if it helps him to let off some steam, even if her heart is sore after that.

---

It was already very late on the Friday evening but the team is still working hard to get a breakthrough in their case.

"Okay, I want you all to go home. The snowfall is going to get heavier by the hour and I need my team in one piece. Drive safe, I see you all tomorrow." Voight announces. The whole day the snow fall was moderate and the streets were in somewhat good conditions to drive safe. But the forecast announced heavy snowfalls for the late evening and night and Voight doesn't want his detectives to drive in the bad weather when it's not necessary. It's not the first heavy winter in Chicago and he knows that the road maintenance is going to be overwhelmed with plowing all the snowy roads.

Lily was in the locker room just finished to call it a night when her partner enters the room.

"Lils? I'm sorry for earlier. I was unfair. But this case -" Jay starts but Lily interrupts him.

"Hey, it's okay. I can take it." She beams her signature smile at him. "What about a slow movie night? I missed my detective chuckles the whole week."

Did she just say 'my detective' oh Lord. Her cheeks redden a bit and so she tries to hide her embarrassment by rummaging in her locker.

"Yeah, why not. Come one, let's take my car." And with that they make their way to the parking lot.

---

But the evening takes another turn as Lily hoped for. She wanted to be close to Jay, to keep him sane and help him in case of a nightmare. She is afraid that his PTSD is flaring up, so it came in handy that Jay drove them to his house. It implicated that she would sleep at his and can keep a close on him. Well, that was the plan.

"Jay, please listen to me. All I wanted to say is that you have to take care of yourself. No matter how hard the case hits you. I'm worried and -" the smaller woman didn't have the intention to discuss with her partner. But it seems like everything she says is wrong. And so a harmless comment led to a huge argument.

"What do you want, Harper -" she shrinks into herself when Jay uses her last name, he never does that "-there are two dead Rangers, three dead veterans, their families waited for them to come home from their deployment, afraid they would die in war and now, when they were finally safe some lunatic is out there, executed them." With every word he gets louder and more upset. She gets it Jay is more involved in that topic than the rest of the team. But they all need to keep a clear head.

"Of course I get that Jay. But- "

"You get NOTHING, Harper. In your rainbow sunshine world is no place for the real world. There are people out there fighting for our country and an asshole is killing them. You have no fucking idea." Jay pokes his finger into her shoulder to make his point clear.  "Please go, I want to be alone." The taller man turns around missing how he had hurt his best friend.

A silent tear is slipping down Lily's cheeks. Rainbow sunshine world? She is far from living that life. And she knows exactly how hard it is to have someone in the military and to lose a close person to the terribleness of war. She grew up in the system, her parents not able to take care of the cute little girl with the long strawberry blonde hair and the warm lovely eyes. When there was finally a foster family for her she hoped for a new loving family. Parents, who would love and take care of her. But it was far from a loving family. Her foster father seemed to hate her with all his might. Her foster mother always looked away when her husband took out his anger on their foster daughter. Whenever Lily did something wrong he banned her in the garden shed for the night, without food, a warm blanket or even a flash light. One day she accidently broke a vase. It wasn't an expensive heirloom or even a peculiar beautiful piece of art. It was just another reason for her foster father to ban her into the cold and dark shed. She had to stay there for five days, with only a little food and water in just her thin pajamas. In these five days she developed an acute bronchitis but the cruel man forbid his wife to take Lily to the doctors. Thanks to him she's suffering from bad asthma today. But there was one person on earth who seemed to be in her corner. Her foster brother, he was the biological child of her foster parents. He was eight years older than Lily, but the cute and shy girl instantly wrapped the older boy around her finger. Whenever he was at home he defended her and protected her from their father. He was her knight in shining armor. He always brought her to bed even read her a bedtime story. These are the only good memories she has from her childhood. But when he turned eighteen he went to the Army. The goodbye was heartbreaking for both of them but when the family was informed that he died in the line of duty, the real hell started for Lilian. She missed her foster brother dearly he was the only person who had ever loved her, who was friendly and gentle with the small girl. Ever since that fateful day her foster father got even more brutal. Hardly a day went by without hitting her, shouting at her or punishing her. So yes, she knows how hard it is to lose a loved person to the military.

She puts on her coat and her shoes and without a goodbye she leaves Jay's house.  As she stands in his driveway the whole situation settles in. Her best friend, her safe haven, her anchor just kicked her out. Now she's stranded in his neighborhood, standing in the heavy snowfall of the Chicago winter without her car. To get an Uber in this snow chaos was impossible, the radio stations announced the whole evening that the people should stay at home and not drive their cars, that the streets would probably not ne plowed until the morning. So her only option is to walk home. She lives not too far from Jay's house but under these circumstances she would need more than 30 minutes to get to her house. She didn't plan on staying too long outside today so she only has her thin winter jacket on. What a fucking disaster.

As she walks the unusual deserted streets of Chicago silent tears are making their way down her flushed cheeks and blurring her vision. Under normal circumstances she would be highly alerted, she is a detective for crying out loud and she knows what persons are out in the dark in the streets of Chicago but heartbroken and deeply hurt by the man she calls her best friend she couldn't care less about possible threats looming around the dark corners of the Chicago streets at night.

---

When she finally arrives at the front door of her house, her jacket, her shoes, hell, everything is soaking wet. The snowfall increased during her walk home and wetted her whole clothes and her hair.

Utterly exhausted and out of breath she takes off her clothes at her front door to not get her hard wood floor soaking wet. She's shivering so violently and her fingers are so stiff from being in the cold for more than 30 minutes that she has difficulties to open the zipper of her jacket and her trousers.

Finally, stripped down to her underwear and stumbles into her bathroom. The snowflakes melting in her hair are wetting her skin once more cold drops of water are running down her back, making her shiver even more. A painful sob is tumbling out of her mouth, utterly exhausted she sinks down on the cold tiles of her bathroom floor. A familiar feeling is spreading through her chest.

The room is filled with Lily's painful wheezing. It feels like someone is squeezing her ribcage and choking all the air out of her lungs. With shaking hands she rummages through her bathroom cabinet. She needs her asthma spray and that fast. Tears are still blurring her vision making the search for her medication even harder. Black spots are starting to dance in her vision when she finally finds her spray. Fortunately she manages to administer herself the asthma medication. Her chest feels painfully tight and she hopes that the medication is kicking in soon to help open up her airways. She tries desperately to get more air into her lungs but the oxygen deprivation is making her more lightheaded. Violent coughs are tumbling out her mouth mixing with sobs and whimpers. She closes her eyes in an attempt to calm herself down. The last thing she wants right now is to call some of her friends for help. She can do this alone, even if this is one of the worst asthma attacks in a long time. Slowly she can breathe easier and her chest isn't as tight as before. She lets herself slump against the bathroom door, drowsy from the medication and utterly exhausted from the huge emotional pain she suffered this evening.

When she's sure that she can stand up without fainting Lily makes her way over to the shower, she needs to warm up her slightly hypothermic body. On shaky legs which feel like Jell-O, she lets herself slide down in the shower, too weak to stand up any longer. When she sits under the warm spray the whole evening, the argument with Jay, his harsh words and her bad childhood memories are constantly replaying in her head, so once again she can't stop the tears from falling down her flushed cheeks.

---

Lilian wakes up before her alarm has the chance to play it's merciless blaring. When she finally had the strength to make her way from the shower to her bed it was already around midnight. But despite her physical and emotional exhaustion she couldn't find sleep. Jay's hurtful words are still lingering in her tired brain. But instead of being mad at Jay, she questions herself. Was her support for her best friend and partner not enough? Why did she fail the most important person in her life?

Taking a look at the clock on her nightstand, she decides to get up and have an early start, because sleep would definitely not come anymore. Why wasting any more time when she can use the early morning and start working on the case. She owes her partner that much.

---

Fortunately the Chicago streets are finally plowed so she can take an Uber to the precinct, with her car still there. As she coughed painfully for the fifth time a not amused Uber driver is watching her in the rearview mirror, probably afraid she is going to spread her germs further and infect him with that nasty cough. Her breathing gets labored and wheezing by every cough and she's thankful that she has her asthma spray at hand.

Lily prays a silent prayer that her breathing is going to improve until she arrives at the precinct and that she can suppress the painful coughs the last thing she wants is to worry her colleagues.

---

"Hey Lils!" The young woman hears a familiar voice holler her name.

"Hey, Adam. You're early, what a rare sight." she turns around and gives her colleague a warming smile.

"You came with a cab? Didn't you leave with Jay yesterday?" Adam asks as he's catching up to his female colleague.

Lilian really hoped that she could enter the precinct without anyone noticing that she had to take an Uber to work, but now Adam busted her. But instead of telling him the real reason for her taking a cap, she tries to fool him with a little white lie.

"Yeah, but I forgot my go-bag, so I needed to make a stop at my house in the morning, you know."

Her heart aches when she once again thinks about the real reason. That her partner, her best friend kicked her out yesterday. That she had to walk 30 minutes in the cold Chicago winter which gained her a nasty cough and a tight feeling in her chest.

When both detectives enter the Intelligence Unit the green-eyed detective was already working at his desk. Seems like most of them have an early morning today.

Lily mumbled a nearly inaudible 'Good morning' in Jay's direction, but he only nods his head, not in the mood to call it a good morning.

Of course Jay felt bad after he kicked out the strawberry blonde woman out of his house in the middle of the night when a snow storm is hitting the city, but he's so deep in his rabbit hole. He can apologize later, can't he? They all have to work a bit harder and soon they can figure out the asshole and lock him up for good. Then there's enough time to make it up to Lily. Just a small voice in his head tells him: when it's not too late then.

Lily goes straight to the locker room. She puts her still a bit damp jacket and her purse away. When she turns around she sees her Go-bag sitting on the bench. In fact she took her bag to Jay's yesterday but she forgot it at his house after he kicked her out. And now, her partner just dumped her belongings on the bench in the locker room. Not even that decent to give it to her personally, let alone talk to her. She feels her eyes tearing up once again. With a heavy heart she lets herself down on the bench, trying to stifle her whimper. She can't just sit here and cry, she has a job to do. She is a detective for crying out loud.

The familiar feeling of someone sitting on her chest is spreading in her ribcage. A painful cough is followed by her attempt to take a deep breath but it's more a wheezing than a healthy oxygen filled breath. She jumps up and drags herself, on shaky legs, to her locker. She needs her asthma spray. With trembling hands, she gets her spray out of her purse. In a hurry to not get that attack as bad as last night and worried some of her colleagues will catch her she inhales two puffs of the medication. It makes her always a bit drowsy, but at least the painful tight feeling in her chest is easing up real fast this time. She grips the door of her locker in a tight grasp, knuckles turning white, to keep her body in the standing position. This is going to be a fucking long day.

---

"You look like hell. Everything okay?" Antonio asks the smaller woman as both are waiting for the coffee machine to finalize the brewing process.

"Gee, thanks Toni, that's what a girl wants to hear."

Unfortunately Lily can't suppress the wet cough that makes its way up her tight airways. Antonio looks rather worried when he hears the young woman coughing.

"Oh, just chocked on that cold coffee." Lily tried to lighten the mood.

"Voight wants us at the board." Kevin tells his colleagues from the doorway of the breakroom. Saved by the bell, Lily hurries out of the Intelligence's small kitchen to meet the other detective in the bullpen. Hopefully one of them has a lead.

Antonio is hot on her heels and when they both get to their white board the others are already there.

With a quick glance she looks at Jay. The crease between his eyebrows and his stiff body posture is giving away how tense he his. Lily is worried for her best friend, in any other situation she would hug him, or squeeze his hand gently, just a small physical touch to tell him without words that she's there for him, no matter what. But today she's afraid. She takes the place beside Adam in a safe distance to her partner. The taller detective looks down to Lilian and winks at her squeezing her shoulder. It's a small gesture he often does. As annoying as he can be, he has a big heart and Lily has definitively a big place in Adam Ruzek's heart. Of course he instantly saw that something is up with Lily when he saw her in the morning getting out of the Uber. She was slower than usual, she looked tired, her eyes a bit red and puffy. He has the suspicion that something happened yesterday at Jay's house. Their whole interaction this morning was odd. Even when Jay had a bad day in the past, he would always talk to Lily, she would turn his sour mood into a better one. Heck, she is their sunshine. When she enters a room, it's glowing. But today was different, she seems like she lost her glow. Jay didn't even say 'good morning' to her. They didn't talk the whole morning. He has to keep a close eye on his friends, but especially on the younger woman. She looks pale, exhausted and far from healthy.

The team collects everything that they had found or rather not found. There's still no hot lead but they were able to dig a bit deeper into the history of the five dead soldiers. For some minutes Lilian tries to stifle the great urge to cough or clear her throat, but when Voight finally explains their next steps, she can't hold it any longer. The young coughs painfully into her armpit. Instantly the whole room grows silent, the attention of her colleagues on her. She whispers a quiet sorry and looks up at their boss to encourage him to go on.

"Everything okay, Harper?" Voight asks his youngest detective.

"Yeah, just a small cough. Everything’s all right." Lilian tries to reassure her boss that she's fit for her and her partner's designated task.

The older man lifts an eyebrow before he makes a decision. "That didn't sound like a small cough. Harper and Halstead, you stay here. Evaluate the phone numbers which were logged in in the area where the bodies were found. Kevin, Antonio, go to the third victim's wife, we need her statement. Ruzek, you're going to observe the warehouse where all victim's mobile phones were logged in -" but he doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence when a rather upset Jay interrupts him.

"Because she has a cough, we have to stay here? I need to talk to the wife, hell."

"HALSTEAD, my office. Harper, go with Ruzed, help him with the stakeout."

---

Voight was never happy with tensions between their detectives. But with his soft spot for the strawberry blonde woman, he doesn't let Jay's comment slight. He was surprised with his reaction. Usually Jay was highly protective of his partner. Her coughing her lungs up would have been a reason for him to stay at the precinct with her voluntarily. Hank notices the bad mood and the high tension between the two partners the second he entered the Unit in the morning. He saw the dark circles around Lily's eyes, her pale face and her red eyes. But Jay's reaction now was the last straw for him. And so he finds himself shouting at the younger detective that his behavior towards his partner is nothing he ignores. Hopefully Jay will get some common sense now. Voight likes the dynamic between Halstead and Harper. He knows that there is a very thin order between being partners and best friends and lovers. But he accepts this dynamic of course he would never admit that. But he's thankful for Lilian Grace. She saved Jay from his demons she brought a light, friendly and tender mood into their unit. The rest of the team is also highly protective of her and thankful for her being their addition.

---

The whole drive to the warehouse was painfully silent. Lily clearly shocked by Jay's outburst, the second one in 12 hours. When a silent tear slipped down her cheek she harshly wiped it away. Afraid that Adam had seen this. When he noticed it, he didn't say a word.

So now they're sitting in front of the warehouse in their SUV, hidden in a parking lot behind a tree and waiting for movements. Lily is growing more tired every passing minute. It gets harder for her to keep her eyes open.

Usually a stakeout with Ruzed was funny, entertaining and even if there's nothing happening it never gets boring with her older colleague. But today was different. Adam seems to be brooding over something. Not one joke was told by the bearded detective.

In fact Adam is mad. No scratch that, he is furious. He can't believe how Jay treated Lily earlier at the precinct. He needs to talk to him he can't talk to her that way. She is the best thing that ever happened to their unit. She's friendly, cute, intelligent, strong, hell she would probably the best woman for Jay.

He turns around in the driver seat and looks at the small woman beside him. "Are you cold?"

"No no, I'm good." Such a short answer from the strawberry blonde was rare.

He grabs her hands which are lying in her lap "Geez, Lilian Grace. Your hands are deathly cold." And with that he stretches his upper body between the both car seats to get something from the backseats.

"Here, time to warm you up, sunshine." He gently tucks her in a blanket he always has stored in the backseat of his SVU.

With a silent "Thank you, Ruz." Lily thanks her colleague. When she's honest the cold from her late night walk is still deep inside her bones. The whole day she has ice cold and trembling hands, so she’s happy that Adam has a blanket in his car.

Because of her shitty night in which a fitful sleep didn't come, her eyes grow more tired the longer she watches the warehouse. They haven't seen one soul in nearly two hours. So when she can't suppress her exhaustion anymore her eyes fall shut and her body finally relaxes. With a sad and worried look in his eyes Adam glances at his female friend. He tucks the blanket one more time closer to her shivering body and gives her soft kiss on her temple. "Sleep, Lily. I can do this alone. I got you."

[look-mom-percys-on-the-tv]

Ep 5 reactions

spoilers beneath the cut for s1e5 and minor spoilers for most of the books, but I censored the traitor's name. mostly positive tone.

ANNABETH SAW THE FUCKING FATES

"Im the last one to realize this aren't I" A LITTLE BIT

I love Percy admitting there he was really ONLY in it for Sally. Poseidon does ONE good thing and all of a sudden it's "wait I think the conspiracy to start war betten the gods is... important?" SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MEET REASONABLE PARENTING EXPECTATIONS? A certain god could be taking notes, specifically the patent of [REDACTED]

go off Percy with the emotional intelligence. A for effort

and an A PLUS to Annabeth for the sharing important info and being vulnerable.

I see that coat covering the bike seat. there's human skin on that thing, isn't there?

LIVING the portrayal of Ares as man-baby who starts twitter fights. average maturity level of anyone who likes war.

"there's no fear in you, is there?" STAWPPP

THEY KEPT THE MANHUNT PLOT🎉🎉🎉🎉 also the Gabe is Gabe-ing. Manipulate mansplain manwhore on the most literal level. except disney probably cut the womanizer bit.

the whole "Im immature as shit but my threats are real, I hold all the cards" THE GOD OF WAR IS GODOFWAR-ING

"can I walk them to the door" IS HE GONNA RUN FOR IT? they're really letting Grover miss out on this quest, huh? I mean I guess it makes sense. PLUS it means more Grover-exclusive scenes! MY BOYY

that's a lie. there HAVE to be corny movie nights at camp, right?

ALSO botl movie date, anyone?👀👀👀👀

is that? a JOKE I HEAR??? poking fun at Percy? a little. Genuine? ALSO TRUE. If you told me that "amusing" line was Liften from the book and I've just forgotten about it all five million times I read it, I WOULD BELIEVE YOU

Annabeth who complimented Circe's loom when Percy got cursed🤝 Annabeth who complimented Hepheastus when Percy got trapped

the way she says push before telling him what it is😭😭😭

WE'VE MET BEFORE. I'M 24. A FAN!? GROVER WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT

songs about feelings that was PERSONAL

*insert Coach Hedge talking about nature*

Annabeth asking what Ares need the kids for if he wants the bolt/thinks their quest means nothing🤝 Grover gaslight girlbossing : doing detective work under Percy's nose

OOOH good detail with Percy being caught up with all the "3000 year-old goss" because HIS MOTHER TOLD HIM hi sally i fuckign love u

"don't even try to tell me not to be weird about this" we love an honest queen. While I kinda miss book Annabeth being a bit stompy and whiny at this part, I do think that the show version suits its own characterization of Annabeth, saying whatever she thinks needs to be said.

this whole show, I've been able to see everything. episode five DO NOT be the one to let me down! PLEASE!

THE SONG omg i wasnt expecting that. miraculous movie flashbacks fr.

W CONVO. DOUBLEYOU CONVO. nothing to add. perfection.

Also. don't shoot but the song choice unironically fits Hephaestus's story.

SWIMMING

is that a giant gold naked statue of Hera? to taunt them for cheating on him? hypocrite.

"they like to ignore what doesn't fit their narrative" [REDACTED] APOLOGISTS TAKE NOTES.

also, SMOOTH AF

okay there's no way Annabeth doesn't know that story. there's ONE way to take a god's power and she doesn't know it? at least let them tell it in tandem! a little "Yeah I recognize the chair, what of it?" THEN let the touchy-feely boy present the bargain. AT LEAST.

SHE'S NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM

"do you need some help?" "FUCK OFF" that's Annabeth

in the one hand, I am not a fan of depriving Annabeth of her super wisdom hero moment. on the other hand, placing responsibility to fix things on the perpetrators instead of those kids from Season ONE queen shit, and showing people can change. slay, but PLEASE let Annabeth do some more puzzle shit!

THE SHIELD LOOKS SO BIG IN HER HANDS

THESE FUCKIGN TWELMVE YEAR OLDS

OH so [REDACTED] and Ares conspired to make sure the trio never makes it there, not just using the magic things that activate at a certain place, but also by DIRECTING THEM TO THE TIME FREEZE ON PURPOSE

TO SUMMON WHAT

that interaction. SO THEM

YOU KNOW WHO WHATTED THE WHAT

[thegrimreaperisanerd]

hii i have a maybe somewhat difficult question:

how do you go about writing all of the police/detective stuff? I have no knowledge at all about that except having played the game a few times and watching bbc sherlock back when that was a thing.

I have so many cool kimharry things in my mind that i need to get on paper but i don't know how to involve all the cop stuff in a natural way because i don't know anything about it and don't want it to be too wildly incorrect.

so yeah.. how do you even learn the things for this?

thank you so much i love your work

Quite a difficult question I won't lie...... But I've answered at length so it's going under a readmore

This isn't my favourite thing to discuss online as it can trigger my psychosis, but I have an actual dismaying amount of experience with cops. I don't want to talk about it but... Bit like Cuno I suppose. Good ending for that kid is doing public services training ages 14 - 16, and going "oh this is shit actually" once he's got an out from his abusive parent, then working at a restaurant

I quite literally cannot go into detail - so don't ask because I WILL delete this post - but an ex military police officer told us a "funny story" about a "prank" he played on some kids in an occupied location during the late 80s that I recognised as psychological torture, but made my peers laugh. So I decided to become a faggot and poet instead.

~NOW FOR THE FUN ADVICE THAT IS ACTUALLY OF USE TO YOU!

Research:

Honestly, the amount of time I spend looking up stuff for writing is probably more than the time I spend writing. The internet's being fucked by SEO but it's a start. Like... There's plenty of info out there written on the police and their role in systematic oppression, I'm pretty sure there's free PDFs floating around on Tumblr actually...

If it's more "day in the life" I honestly don't know. Maybe reddit or if there's one of those "Ex-[blank} reviews [blank] in movies" videos on Youtube for cops, but obviously take everything said with a pinch of salt.

FAYDE:

Fayde is the best tool at your disposal. We bully Kim a lot for his dedication to the RCM but that makes finding out info pretty easy. EDC too! I've never played with high EDC so just typing in key words (especially names of other officers to try and get character info) and scrolling through is helpful.

Good keywords are "precinct", "RCM", "Militicia" as they'll bring up opinions/ info from other characters.

The RCM is not a traditional police force:

I would worry less about accuracy and more about being interesting. It doesn't need to be a perfect representation of police work since the canon makes a point of there being a distinction in the powers and roles of the RCM. Go listen to the collapsing tenement cut content. You don't need to write about them filling in forms if it's not relevant. It'll show in your writing if you're unsure/ bored.

Make them worse:

If you're going to write one of the officers doing something shitty (yes, that includes Kim and Harry) but worry that you've gone too far then I promise you haven't. Dickheads are drawn to positions of power and the impunity it gives them. There's a reason I wrote one of the 57's officers as a groomer.

Make them less competent:

Don't trust the police, but also don't expect anything of them.

As recently as Monday I had to call for the fire brigade because a lit (thankfully poorly made) petrol bomb had been left under a neighbour's car (I live an irritatingly interesting life for somebody who lives in the middle of fucking nowhere) nobody was harmed. Cop came to find me afterwards to get an interview from me since I'd spotted it and he told me, I kid you not, "Yeah, we're not gonna do anything unless anything else happens." Like, I expected as much but I wasn't expecting him to up and fucking say that. You're welcome for 85% of my council tax, you fucking moron.

Harry's a special case because he's, like, psychic and got "maybe if I solve *THIS* one my wife will let me sleep in the big bed" disorder, and nobody wants to read a case fic that they... don't solve (or do they..? *winks*) But if you care about realism you need dick-in-hand dipshits. Another favourite quote of mine from an officer two years back; "Is 'right wing' the good one or the bad one?" So the advice here is you're writing a cop well if you're reading it and thinking: holy shit please just go work at a TESCOs instead.

Don't worry so much:

You should write, first and foremost, for yourself. I like detective fiction, I have wasted an unfortunate amount of my life dealing with police due to my job and shit childhood. (I did originally write far more about this, but frankly it's better for myself if I don't bother. That's why it's taken me five days to answer this)

I've read/ watched a lot of detective fiction and I'm always more drawn to stuff that is less based in police work. Private investigators, investigative journalists, kid detectives like Nancy Drew, ect.

In particular my favourite book, perhaps of all time, is called Hideaway by Dean Koontz and is two fathers (one: the killer's father - a talented doctor who brought his shithead son back to life - and another, the doctor's most recent patient to be brought back from the brink who has developed a psychic link with the killer as a result) trying to stop him, but never actually meeting! It's one hell of a read if you need inspo.

Val McDermott is a good author for crime writing with less police input, too. She has a book called Killing The Shadows which is excellent. The Killer's motive is taking out crime writers who've romanticised psychological profilers after he was wrongly convicted. Fair enough! Until he starts... Killing about it? Sort of defeats the message... Anyway, what's fun about this book is that before each crime writer is killed (in the same way they wrote THEIR killers killing!! Love that) you get to read the first chapter of each writer's most famous work. So you are essentially getting six crime books in one (first chapter of at least) ...Also the main character's husband is a crime writer called Kit, which I've only remembered just double checking the book name now. Lol???

...This is just turning into me recommending books.

TLDR: write what you know, write what is fun, ACAB, don't even worry about it

[elecilaombre]

To learn normal from abnormal : Tim is losing his grip on reality and keep letting himself talk aloud about stuff that are normal, right ? Aren’t they bonding ?

“Falling asleep is exactly like some scenes in horror movies. It’s laying down, alone, in a dark room, trying to control your breath, to not be too loud, to fall asleep before something happens. To hear your heartbeat, beating like crazy, pumping as hard as it can, to hear it in your ear, to feel it in your stomach, see it in the corner of your eyeball. It’s hoping it will be fast and trying to ignore all the adrenalin in your veins, the tension in all your muscles. Hoping it will be done quickly because it’s so terrifying.”

Everybody fell silent. Tim had said that without even looking up from his files, like if it was a trivial fact. As if it was normal.

“The fuck replacement ?”

The young man hummed in response, not even paying attention. His eyes were highlighted by dark rings. They seemed at their place on his face. They suddenly made sense. 

“Sometimes I don’t know who is talking. Usually I choose who can speak for ourselves. But someday, when we think about it, even if it’s mid-sentences, sometimes we don’t know which one is in control. It’s like in “ And then there were none”, when they all look at each other, the ten only persons on the island, but still someone else’s, an eleven seem to be somewhere, tricking them. It’s exactly that. We ask each other, ‘if it ain’t you either or the others… Who is it?’. It stresses us that sometimes we don’t always notice this other one.”

Cassandra looked weirdly at her brother. She might not know everything, but she knows for sure that those informations are unusual. There shouldn’t be a ‘us’ in her brother, just a singular person, him. 

But she doesn’t have time to process all of it, to ask anything, Tim is already onto another subject.

“ They don’t love me, god they don’t even like me. I shouldn’t be living with them. I’m just a stranger here, an odd error. I’m pretty sure I can hear them talk about me in my back all the time. I keep disappointing them, they told me so many times. And I can’t even imagine what horrible things they might say about me behind my back. How much I might disgust them. I’m still not sure if I just shouldn’t run away, disappear from their lives. It would be so much better for them… …. … … Sure Kon, I can sleep at your place if it can reassure you, I’m making my bag and telling Alfred then you can pick me up…”

Damian is in the corridor, listening to Drake, baffled by all the lies he is currently saying to his boyfriend. Since when the Waynes had been trash talking to him ? It’s very unlikely, even Damian wouldn’t do it, so the other couldn’t. They all hold so much respect for the third Robin, for their greatest detective. Maybe they should tell him more often. Because Drake shouldn’t believe those things. For a detective, he could be kind of dense sometimes.

“I feel so empty you know, like if I had been bleeding myself all over the place and there’s just not anymore me left in this body. It’s weird, like if I was just reduced to being an automat, to faking all my action, my emotion. It’s not me, it’s not someone. It’s just reminiscent of what I used to be. There are days when I can put some mask on and they will stick. I will be someone for one day, until the mask slips and there’s nobody actually behind it. And there’s days where none of the masks want to stick, so I have to walk around with everybody seeing how empty I am. Somehow, I prefer the fake facade rather than the second option. Sadly, I don’t have any control over it.  I wish so hard to be able to fill this nothing, anything could do the trick, I don’t care. But it won’t work, nothing is enough to fill this emptiness in me. So I just kept being my automatic self. You know, like everyone does…”

Nobody does that. Jason wants to tell him it’s not normal, no one feels like that. But how to turn it without sounding mean. Without triggering Tim who for once said something personal to Jason. That is so wrong, so wrong, he will need to get to the end of this subject. How sad is it to know he isn’t even 20 but already so broken ?

“ You know what is funny ? I can’t even recognize myself in a mirror. Somewhere deep inside my brain we know it’s me, Tim’s face we are seeing. But we also know we don’t remember it looking like that. It seems odd, out of character. Since when our eyes look like that. Do we really have such a tiny waist ? We’re sure we don’t have beauty marks here on our lips… But it is our lips… Like if it’s me, Tim, but in other hands, it's more like a mockery of it, wrong everywhere but kind of close to its original. And each time it’s the same thing, yesterday my eyes seemed too tiny, today too big, tomorrow the right size but wrong color. Never good enough, never alright. I’m tired of being so wrong. it’s us but it’s not us.”

Dick is trying his very best to make his tie look good, next to Tim in the mirror, looking at his younger brother worriedly. Tim looks like Tim for him, a tired version of Tim but that’s his normal with their lifestyle. Nothing seems wrong in his face, or abnormal. But those thoughts are raising so many red flags in Dick’s head. Maybe he should spend a little more time with the other boy, make sure he is alright or if there’s other things that don't sound right. 

“ I’m never truly hungry. If I wait enough, hunger goes quickly away and most of the time it turns out I was just bored. So I never know if I should eat or miss it. When was the last time I ate a real meal ? Do I deserve to eat ? Do I really need to ? I used to be fat when I was younger. My parents hated it, hated me, hated my body. They found me disgusting. Now that I’m thinner, I kept wondering if I should eat or not, if it will make me fat to eat now or if it would kill me to miss it. And each time I guess, I always guess wrong. It’s exhausting, you have no idea, I hope it doesn’t do that to you very often.”

Duke didn’t know what to answer. They were eating take-out on a rooftop. And now he was worried Tim was developing or had already developed an eating disorder. He should try to do some research about it, and watch Tim more closely. Even if he already had guessed his relation with food was messed up, it didn’t feel good to be right. So, not knowing how to answer, Duke just offered the rest of his part to Tim.

“ It’s so selfish of me to stay alive. I’m not useful. I’m easily forgettable and replaceable.”

“ Do you remember what I'd just say ? Because I don’t. Most of the time, I have no clue what I’m saying. There are words coming out of my mouth, sentences I thought of, but nothing that my brain did proceed. It sometimes feels like it’s not me who said that ? If I don’t remember things happening ? If I don’t remember being there … Having said those things ? Can I be held accountable for it ? Because, to me, it’s just like it didn’t happen. Words seem to flow from my mouth, but without being asked to, without my permission. Sometimes I even wonder if I say things that I actually think or if it’s just coming from nowhere. It’s not me who’s talking and … Excuse me, what was I saying ?”

Stephanie tried to not show on her features the fear burning inside of her. That was wrong. Since when Tim had lost himself that much ? Did he even register that he confessed that to her ? Does he even mean everything he can tell them ? Are they losing him ?

“ I feel so alone. Even when I’m surrounded by all of them, even when people talk to me, I feel alone. Alone because people don’t really know me and don’t want to know me. Alone because in the end, I’m not even there and it doesn’t matter. I could not be here and nobody would notice ! I’m a ghost. Nobody listened to me, I kept getting ignored. Nobody looks my way anymore. I’m decaying in front of the whole world,, but nobody notices, nobody is truly close to me. Some part of me wants to disappear discreetly, to make my point : nobody will notice I’m not there because it doesn't matter. On the other hand, I’m so afraid to disappear without anybody noticing, nobody to mourn me, as if I never even existed. If nobody noticed me alive or dead, did I even exist ? Or was I truly just a shadow ?”

Bruce swallows dryly, hidden in the corridor, listening to Tim behind his half open door. The young man is talking sadly, while pacing back and forth in his room. His phone is on speaker, abandoned on his bed and the person on the other end of the line just hums a little “ Whatever Timothy”, proving his point. Nobody seems to listen to him truly. Bruce believes Tim's eyes start to shine in the dimly lit room, shine from unshed tears trying to free themselves. Tim is right, realize Bruce, closing soundlessly the door, incapable of facing his son, he does be alone in this world.

“Sometimes, I phase out. I’m not here, but my body is still there. It’s like I’d gone hide myself in some corner of my brain. And so, given that I’m absent, nothing happens. And no, it’s not sleeping because I’m aware of everything, I’m awake. Just not there. Just rejecting everything. And those absences are physically exhausting. It means staying in the same place and exact same position, muscles all tightly stretched. I think One day I just won't come back to front and stay to putrefy inside my own head. I hope nobody finds my very alive and decaying corpse. It’s better if I disappear in the woods without one word.” 

He whispered his thoughts silently. With a bit of sadness piercing through his voice, just a little dot. Barbara wanted to hug him tightly, to beg him to stay with her. But he was on the other side of the city on patrol and she shouldn’t have hacked on his com. Now she had the crushing guilt of knowing Tim needed help and knowing she would never acknowledge her hearing his private thoughts. Maybe it would had been easier if she hadn’t heard him at all.

“ Do you truly know Timothy ? Because I sure don't. We are all different personalities and we take charge of the exchange given who is in front of us and what they expect. I’m Tim the little brother but I’m also Tim the older brother. I’m Tim the perfect student and Tim that follow no rule? I’m Robin, no not anymore I’m Red Robin. I’m a well known vigilante. I’m Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir, the CEO of Wayne Industry. I’m Tim Drake. I’m whoever they need me to be. I’m polite to her but not to him. I’m so calculated but too impulsive. I’m cold but too much on the other side of the spectrum. Switch switch switch. I’m broken. The masks won’t stick anymore and now we have been discovered, us, the Tims. We ain’t truly one, we are just working in concordance. It’s like a ballet, one touch of anger, then passive aggressive and final on the exhausted Tim. Each one try to work hand in hand to make the best approximation of a real functional human.” 

Alfred stopped next to the young man. He had pushed Tim outside in the garden to keep him company while he was gardening. What was all that talk about switching. He knows Tim, he is the young boy who imposed himself as Robin, whom he considered as his grandson. He didn’t know this odd young man seated across from him, talking about personalities. Maybe his work, both at day and at night, might finally get to him. He must be exhausted once more. Alfred looked at him, studied him. Tim was entranced by his own hands. He seemed so lost. Alfred would forbid him to work tonight and make him go to bed early. That should fix it, right ?

“ If I only exist through pain and medications, what is the point of keeping the facade up ? No one want to be around me, I’m unsupportable. I can’t keep saying, Im’ fine, I’m ok, while yellling inside that I want to dissapear. Do they realise the sacrifice it is to stay by their side. Sure it’s easier for them, easier to have me alive, even though I don’t exist in their world, to know I existe somewhere. But I’m tired. It’s been 4 years takings pills, seeing professional… why do I still have no answer ? Why I still feel like I shouldn’t be here ? I’m quite sure I belong inside a casket, or even a box, hidden from everyone sight. I kept dropping, breaking over trivial things. My world resumed by other’s world. I’m not the main character, I just live in the background. Worst is knowing that I’m fake in every part of me. I tried so hard to be someone, that I ended up being nothing, a big pretty liar. But nobody see that, no one want to see it. I’m gonna dissapear. That is all I want. Everything had ad always been so heavy, so hard for me. I’m tired of faking it, of being ok, of being pushed away. I just want to dissapear the same way I lived, discreetly and whitout noise. To be gone is what I truly wish, what I truly aspire.”

Ra’s took a shaking breath. The Detective, His Detective, was showing signs that were alarming. Maybe he needed to step in and take Tim with him. His so-called family was clearly failing him. If not he would never have said any of this shit even less to Ra’s who is his enemy. Shouldn’t he confess to his close friends or even family ? Ra’s tried to catch his arm, and Tim stayed still. He couldn’t. He couldn’t take the young man with him like that, just kidnap him. He needed to prepare for him and for the opposition he would encounter from the vigilantes. So he left with regret filling his head. He would be back.

“ I want to matter,” cry Timothy, eyes unseeing, deversing tears, hot burning tears. “ I want to matter. I want to be noticed. I want to be loved. I want to be held. I want to be seen. I want ! I want to exist, damn” he murmurs. “ Please, don’t forget me. Don’t let me disappear in indifference. Please… I want to … I want to exist” he ended up sobbing. Nobody hears his pleas, nobody sees him drop to his knees, clutching his chest in a mock embrace, rocking himself back and forth while he cries and sobs in despair. Does he even know what he is saying ? Has he slept recently ? Has he eaten in the last two days ? Is he in control today ? 

The mask won’t stick anymore. Nobody has confronted him even though he kept talking about everything that felt wrong. He doesn’t know how to ask for help anymore ? He tried, he talked over and over. Maybe it was just normal stuff. Maybe he was making a big fuss about nothing. Maybe everybody felt that way. They must have wondered why he was whining so much then. Yeah that must have been what was happening. He was a bother once again. He kept making remarks that were obvious. He was so dumb. 

He was shaking. That was going to be it. Tim was at his point of no return. He had hit rock bottom. All those weeks talking to everybody, trying to open up, only to pass for an idiot. He was so dumb. That was gonna be it. It might be normal to feel like that. He might have bothered them with his little identity crisis, with his silly story that everybody had to live through. Except he couldn’t anymore. He couldn’t put on anymore mask, feel himself, his selves, slip through his fingers. He couldn’t be afraid of sleep, of staying awake, of eating, of starving. He couldn’t let himself be a nuisance for others, no more. He was done. He had tried his hardest but sometimes even the simpler thing could be too much for the weakest soldier. 

Maybe someone would care after it ? Maybe he might be mourn ? Maybe Batman could have better vigilante. Maybe Dick could focus on his only younger brother fully. Maybe Jason will forgive him. Maybe Alfred wouldn't have to care about him. Maybe Kon could be happy with Cass and find happiness in the arms of his old crush. Maybe Stephanie would finally be less awkward when hearing his name. Duke could easily take his place and be more integrated in the family. Maybe Ra’s will let him go. So many maybe, an absence of answer. He was hopeful they always managed to land on their feet. 

His hands were still shaking. He still managed to take all the meds. Over the last four year he managed to stock up on prescription drugs, quite a lot actually, unfinished tabs, started treatments then abruptly stopped leaving vials full or half full of meds.

For Tim it didn’t matter which one was going in. He just started taking pill after pill, emptying the vials, and going through another. He started feeling a little out of it after his third different medicine. He kept going at it, until he had to sit against the couch cause it was moving too much around him. Then he just opened the bottle and let the little pills roll on his coffee table, eating them like candy. 

He never felt himself go.

After everything, when all ended, it would haunt all and each one of them. They knew.

If you read if all, thank you. I hope you liked it. This one is dear to me because it has an odd way of narrating that I love.

All those thoughts your just read are mine, so don’t read too much about it from a canon perspective. It's therapeutical for me to put my abnormal thoughts on some type of media. If you ever had those thoughts, please seek help, or even message me. Those are not normal or insignificant. 

I wanted someone to help Tim, but I'm better at sad ending. 

Please forgive me my broken english, I’m actually french and writing in another language is challenging. Please give me your thought, I will greatly appreciate it.

[machiavelliann]

My Favorite Things about The Batman (2022)

This is a list of all the things I liked about The Batman, after watching the movie four times in two weeks. Overall: fucking loved it.

The Ambience

Gotham City being so gothic. Really weird city landscape. The only parts that made me think NYC were the “Time Square” neon billboards at the beginning, and the bridges – which makes sense since it is an island city. Felt more original than just a nondescript miscellaneous Big City

At the end, Catwoman says she might try living in Bludhaven. Love the mention of other cities!

It felt so comic book! Like there was a super complicated plot, lots of different players, surprises, never being able to be fast enough. And like when the whole city floods? That is peak comic book. I loved it. All of it starting on Halloween? Loved it.

Felt like a super hero version of Seven – detective plot, thriller, danger, and super heroes. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Three hours and it never felt like I was waiting for a scene to end. It just kept going.

Love the return to the more real-world villains. My favorite arcs will always be mobsters and fucking lowlifes, over aliens from another dimension (which is where I get so kind of tired of Marvel movies, even if I like them). But the evil when it's just guys, just men being fucked up and doing fucked up things. Deep inhale. I like gritty shit.

Themes

Juxtaposition of light and dark – he is in the shadows, and yet you can see everything. The beginning scene where he fights the thugs in the subway (you just hear his boots slowly approaching and then he appears out of nowhere); the scene where the lights go out in Penguin’s club and he’s fighting off the thugs to get to Falcone & Selina; the flare!! So good.

Long-lasting impacts of trauma! 

BRUCE AND ALFRED. “God… I thought I’d mastered all that…” Learning that fear of losing someone isn’t a weakness to be overcome

Flare at the end. Vengeance shifting to the promise of hope. He isn’t the shadows. He is the night, but even the night turns to day sometimes. Batman becoming the beacon of god! Damn! Hope!!!! MY Batman. Jesus Christ. 

Learning that being the shadows won’t get him what he wants (hello, Batman as wildly vacillating between beating the teeth out of a guy’s head and then escorting a little kid home to his mother) (that scene from JLA Animated where he rescues the little girl from the burning building – that’s MY batman)

Bruce being RIDICULOUS

Year Two, so he’s been working with Gordon for months now. The implicit trust between the two of them already. Gordon calling him “man” – “come on, man”. Don’t know his name, don’t need to, all ya gotta know is he is a good man. That works both ways. 

The lenses were SICK – and with how fast he watches them, the facial recognition built-in. Sick toys. New stuff too. 

His complete disregard when Selina is undercover in the Below 40 club within a club – like he has no disregard for his life, so he forgets that other people do. 

Waking up in the GCPD precinct surrounded by cops. “I’ll get you on assaulting an officer.” “Actually you can get me on assaulting three.” Jackass. I love him. 

GREAT SCENES:

Penguin calling Batman “sweetheart.” This asshole. Mega asshole. I loved it. Fuckin’ dick. 

The UNHINGED car chase. 1000s in property damage. That explosion definitely killed ten people at minimum. Penguin just talking to himself like “this guy’s crazy!” The Penguins is gloriously greasy.

WHEN THEY’RE WRONG ABOUT THE FLIGHTLESS BIRD. And Penguin’s like “you idiots don’t know fkin Spanish?” “Don’t know the difference between EL and LA??” “NO HABLA ESPAÑOL FELLAS???!!!!” And Bruce just being dead silent and then going “U-R-L” (face palm). The fact that he and Gordon figure it out right then and there while Penguin’s still tied up next to them

Thumb drive. So like there were several moments where it was objectively funny and no one was laughing?? I felt like a serial killer giggling at Gordon’s face when they used the thumb to get a print to open it up. And then Gordon being like “Jesus that just sent all those emails from MY account. Oh christ good lord. I’m gonna get fucking fired” 

I know men are stupid, particularly greedy men with power and ambition… but really… you’re going to tell all your dirty secrets to the girls who work at a mobster’s lounge? That really… it just really doesn’t add up lol. Like I get that while it’s Penguin’s place, it’s basically Falcone’s overall – and because they work for Falcone, they feel safer. But man, like they just met Selina and the DA’s dropping all this knowledge? Some people never learn. The DA was just SOOO pathetic

When they’re up there and Catwoman wants to kill Kenzie, and they’re all listening to the voicemail… and Bruce is ashen because he just learned that this is the man that his father went to for help, even if it didn’t ultimately turn out the way Falcone sold it as, and Falcone probably killed his parents; and Catwoman sobbing because she’s listening to her father murder Annika… THE PARALLELS. Kill me now. Catwoman silently crying as she heard Annika’s death? Tears in my GOT damn eyes. 

And then there's Gordon just standing there like oblivious like “Ha HA! The puzzle has been solved!”

Kenzie saying. “No. We work for him. You think this election matters? Falcone’s the mayor. He’s always been the mayor.” Fuck. Damn. 

Falcone being responsible for so much death, the Wayne's, Catwoman's mom, Annika, so much is on this man's shoulders. But it's never just him. There's always something more.

When Batman is leading Falcone out of the club and it’s like someone went and turned off all the music and turned on all the lights just to watch his walk of shame…. And like literally no one stops them lmao.

When Falcone’s getting arrested and he goes “don’t you know you boys in blue work for ME?” 

Penguin being like “ME? Shoot FALCONE? After I literally pulled a gun and threatened to kill him? BULLSHIT” 

Riddler as a fkin Reddit Discord f boi. Like QAnon incel bs. Worked really well.

My Theories

I was 75% convinced they were going to kill Bruce. Or like, not dead, but dark -- he's out of the picture, no one knows where he is -- and it isn't like in the Nolan movies where he retires, it's like Bruce and Batman are legitimately missing and no one has any idea where the fuck they are. Like before they revealed Riddler as pure incel obsessive boi in the Arkham scene, I thought he could be a darker version of New 52 Zero Year arc. If they were going to set up a sequel, I was picturing Riddler 1) floods the city 2) straight up takes over the city 3) turn the city into a weird u/dystopian green world where all the survivors are just like stuck, and Riddler comes over the intercoms every day asking people to solve his riddle or be thrown to their death. And like... Bruce is missing. And it takes a LONG time for him to come back. Like that would have been a cool set-up for a sequel -- Batman goes dark, the city has to react, and then he shows up in the sequel. (I like what they did -- I like the hope, and the growth potential, but that's where I thought they were going with it).

Falcone & Thomas Wayne: So like, I get the explanation. But I still wasn't 100% convinced. It was logical, but I think it needed more to sell it. Like I need more explanation for how they knew each other; bc even though Falcone has a lot of power, that was 20 years ago before he started using the renewal fund to get everyone working for him. So was he more low level back then? Or #1 in charge but not as murderous and obviously a criminal yet? Like what is the backstory there? I would be happier if I had that.

I can’t believe newly-elected Mayor Real wasn’t a bad guy lol. I was so ready for them to reveal some super crazy backstory. And then it turned out that not only was she good, but she was like actually good. Like on election night when she found out she won but before the Riddler bois showed up, she had the deceased mayor and his son with her, even after all that horrible stuff came out about him. That was a class-A act right there. It connected well to the theme of "there are good people in Gotham" and "hope is real" (haha Real get it) and "there is more than vengeance"

At the end, when Catwoman and Batman are talking... and Catwoman recognizes he isn’t in a place to commit to anything; Bruce knows it's true but he's still unable to stop yearning for what could be. Lot of room to build a relationship in future movies. Like they barely know each other, but wow what an explosive way to begin the relationship. I don't want Bruce and Selina together unless they have a decade-long cat-and-mouse game beforehand, lots of sexual tension, intense grappling, will-they-won't-they.

Interested to see how they handle Selina afterwards. Like I guess she’s gonna have to get a whole new suit, bc everyone saw her face lol. Gordon, those cops in the rafters of Gotham Square Garden, Batman. She better get a new look lmao.