#I'll hold him at gunpoint until he says you did

[tender-rosiey]

Since your requests are open I'll help myself 😋 Gojo's wife starts to have morning sicknesses, so she suspects that she's pregnant. She takes a test and finds out that she actually is pregnant. Would u please write gojo's reaction when his wife tells his that he's gonna be a daddy? 🥺💕 thanks you, please feed us with your delicious writing!!!

Also if you're not feeling well then please ignore this. Take care! Mwah^•^♡

weight — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I hope you like this, luv 🥺💕 thank you so much for your kind words and take care of yourself as well! many kisses and hugs 🫶

“shoko, I need a place to hide!” you say, bursting into the infirmary. you take the small moment of shock that shoko is in to take a much needed breath.

“what did you do this time?”

you wordlessly raise the pregnancy test with slightly shaky hands and upon seeing it, shoko drops the poor sandwich she was eating. you close the door behind you before sitting down next her.

she smiles, “nice, I am going to be an aunt,” then she looks at you confused, “why are you hiding though?”

“I need time to figure out how I will tell him or more like—“ you look at the ceiling, “face him. he will probably figure everything out with his six eyes, but I don’t know how he will react,” you wrap your arms around yourself and shoko sighs.

“you guys didn’t talk about it yet?” she stands up and goes to get you a warm drink.

you gently rock yourself, “satoru already…has so much on his shoulders,” you bury your face in your arms, “I don’t want to add to that.”

she places the mug in front of you, “you do know that he got into this relationship willingly, right? you didn’t hold him at gunpoint or anything…or did you?”

you lightly punch her shoulders, but you take the mug, muttering a small thanks, “if anyone was held at gunpoint then it would be me.”

shoko chuckles and pats your head, “you need to be able to face him, y/n. he will find out anyway, and personally, I think you should have faith in his reaction more than that,” you lock eyes, “you know him more than anyone else, after all.”

your gaze falls to your drink. its surface is so still until you softly blow and it ripples, calm the chaos.

what if you don’t know satoru as much as you thought? what if having a kid will scare him away?  as the strongest, your husband has so much on his mind 24/7. will he be able to handle a baby as well?

while a part of you tells you that your husband is no coward nor is he so fragile, the other can’t help but think that perhaps this love story of 12 years will reach its end, a very tragic end even.

with the creation of a new life, ends a lifetime of feelings and events.

you snap out of your thoughts when you notice shoko shooing you into the closet room.

you hear the door open and you have a guess who it is. he makes himself known anyway, “shoko,  have you seen y/n?”

shoko quirks an eyebrow and gojo huffs, “okay, fine, I know she is here, but is she mad at me? did I do something?”

you have a feeling that he is looking directly at your eyes even through the closet’s door as he speaks, “y/n, I will take you out anywhere. I don’t know what I did, but let me make it up to you. I hate when you’re upset with me, sweets.”

he is frowning lightly as he stares at the closet with hope. shoko sighs before walking out of the room, but not without patting his shoulder.

the door closes and satoru speaks up again, “can you please come out so we can at least talk about it?”

he hears your sigh and beams when you finally get out of the room, “there is my pretty girl.”

he has a flower bouquet in hand and he is looking at you so intently, but you don’t think he noticed the life growing inside of you now. he is far too focused on making you forgive him for whatever he did. you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

your hand moves and finally rests on your stomach.

his brows furrow lightly before his eyes widen. satoru’s breath hitches just like it did during your wedding. he places the bouquet aside before looking quickly between your eyes and stomach, “you are…”

you grip your own hands, nodding. tears start forming in your eyes till they finally fall and cries are what he sees now. your knees give out on you and you fall to the ground, now sobbing.

you are looking at the ground as you cry and hug yourself tighter, bracing yourself for whatever is coming.

satoru, almost instantly, finds himself on his knees in front of you.

his arms, like it’s second nature, pull you close into a warm and secure hug, “hey, hey,” he pats your back, a little clumsily, “if you don’t want it then it’s fine. you know I care about you the most,” his voice shakes a bit, “don’t cry please, you’re breaking my heart—“

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” you repeat a mantra of the same phrase as you pull him even closer. satoru cups your face and the moment you’re met with the pair of blue eyes you love so much, you break down more, “I know you—probably don’t want it but—“

he tilts his head, utterly confused and maybe even offended, “what are you talking about? of course, I want it!”

the room is silent for a moment as you process what he says. it’s like a massive weight has been lifted off your shoulders. you let out a shaky breath as you look down at your hands.

satoru rests his forehead on your own. his voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he speaks, “it’s our baby.”

the content smile on his face is almost unreal, “why in the world would you think that I wouldn’t want it anyway?” and somehow the pout on his face assures you even more.

your arms wrap themselves around his torso and you rest your head on his shoulder, “it’s just—I thought it would be burdening you with yet another responsibility. you have the world on top of your shoulders. how am I better than anyone if I weigh down even if it’s a different type of weight.”

“is it a weight for you?” he asks, voice hushed.

“of course not! I want—“ you answer immediately.

“there is your answer,” he chuckles and you look at his face once again.

you notice that he is tearing up. your satoru is tearing up, and the blindfold isn’t there to hide it nor are the glasses.

his eyes never leave yours as he says, with no waver on his voice, “I would pick you over everything else, every single time and in every single universe, silly girl.”

“you should know that already,” he flicks your forehead but the smile never leaves his face.

a soft laugh tumbles out of his lips as he pulls you in for a big bear hug, his form completely engulfing your own.

he fills tears stain his shirt, but he can only focus on your smile he feels on his skin and the fact that he voice out loud, “I will be a dad,” he sighs with contentment.

“and it’s all because of you,” he raises your face and nuzzles your noses together making you giggle, “we're going to be parents, you sweet pretty thing.”

satoru’s lips find themselves on your own in one very sweet and loving kiss. it’s soft, light, and gentle. yet it conveys all the words that he can’t get out at the moment.

when you pull away slightly, he quickly pulls you back for another, “I love you so much.”

he places a hand on your stomach, “and you too.”

“but don’t think I will share mama with you,” he sticks his tongue out at it, “she is mine!”

the baby is not even out of the womb, and yet he is already bickering with it.

you laugh and your chest feel so light. you kiss his cheek and his pout turns into a grin almost immediately. you hum, “infinity and beyond?”

his hand holds your own and he caresses your ring, “infinity and beyond.”

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[mx-pastelwriting]

Trustful Companion

(Post-War) Cooper Howard x GN! Reader

Summary: Relaxing from your travels across the wasteland yet trouble seeming to find you both ruining a good drink.

Warnings: Guns, Held at gunpoint, Bar, Drinking/Alcohol, Violence, Slight Soft Cooper

Taking in the smell of alcohol cigarettes sitting at the mostly empty bar, thankfully allowing ghouls into the establishment; otherwise, it would have to be a shoot-and-grab mission for the both of you.

Hearing as the glass hit the wooden bar top, alerting the bartender to refill. Still looking over at the number of drink choices along the wall, knowing it would keep Cooper happy before the trip to the next bounty mission. Watching in the corner of your vision as the glass filled before striking to take it, seeing his hand stuck in time while you happily sipped away at his drink, taking in the sight of his shocked demeanor.

"And you call yourself a bounty hunter." Saying smugly, holding up the glass proudly, "Says my trustful companion," he replies, reminding you of the reason he keeps you around. Trust.

Placing down the drink in front of the man, still smiling like an idiot, finding your fun in catching the ghoul off guard. Swimming in that thought, having no notice of the two men behind you until feeling the nudge of their guns against the back of your heads.

Sitting still, watching in the corners of your vision, watching the bartender move away slowly, not caring for him, they spoke only to you both: "Didn't think they let this thing in here," the one farther from you says.

"Me and you both," Cooper says through gritted teeth, though it only earned a whip to the head, hearing as he groaned, not knowing whether from the pain or holding himself back.

"And this one, they have to be infected," the one behind you says, nudging the gun harder. Being in the spotlight, you fought the urge to roll your eyes. "Both of them could turn right now; we should take you both out right here, right now," Cooper's captor says, making his hand twitch against the glass.

"Not in here, boys," the voice of the bartender makes the attention turn, seeing as he held a shotgun in your direction. "You heard the man up," one of them ordered, leading you two to the door, guns now down to your back.

Feeling the cold outside nipping at your skin though as quickly as it came, so did Cooper's signal, moving swiftly to push the gun away from your captor, though not fast enough being locked into his grip. Turned seeing Cooper and the unconscious man on the dirt path, yet here you were, a gun held against your temple, waiting to blow.

"All of your caps, and I'll let them go," he demands, yet getting nothing from Cooper, the silence made a chill roll over your body. Looking into his eyes, seeing nothing—no plan, no signal, just nothing. "Make him talk," the man says, pushing the gun harder against you. "Give him the fucking caps already," you say, knowing he'll get them back after anyway.

Watching him slowly pull out his cap bag, dangling it in the air, "Come and get it," he says teasingly. "Go grab it and bring it back," the man says before pushing you to him, you walked grabbing the bag from Cooper.

Locking eyes with the ghoul, seeing the slight tilt of his head alerting you to his next action, quickly grabbing you before turning around taking the shot before blowing lead into the man.

"Fuck Coop, you couldn't have just given it to him instead of that stupid shit." You chew him out on dragging shit out. "Fucker could have shot me," you state, getting yourself together.

Looking up at him seeing his proud smile, the same one you had earlier, "I like to have a little fun too, darling," he says, but you quickly snap back. "Not when I'm dead, you won't!" "Oh please, darling, I ain't letting you go that soon," he teases. "Yeah, because you love me," you tease back, making him embarrassed.

"Shut up," he says, but you continue "You love me" singing into the night, earning a "Yeah, yeah" while walking off into the night, keeping close to him. Supposing that's another reason why he keeps you around. He loves you.

A/N: This is my second time writing this so I might release the other.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @emoguardian

[thepookiestpookiebear]

Twisted wonderland (WIP !!!)

Jade Leech x fem reader | Floyd Leech x fem reader

Can be read as any other gender if you'd like

Not a request but I just wrote this while on a road trip, aka right now. I wrote this in 30 minutes if you can't tell, obviously it's gonna be messy and not proofread

Cw : swearing/cursing, not proofread, Jade, Floyd. Ooc, rushed.

Wc: no fucking idea honestly I don't bother counting

You pant, absolutely exhausted. You had to chase after Grim to somehow force convince him to attend classes, but that little brat keeps running away and hiding. You find yourself all alone in some huge dark hallway, wandering around trying to find Grim.

"Grim ! Grim !! GRIM !!! WHERE ARE YOU ??" You shout, your voice echoing along the walls and high ceilings. "God knows what I'll do once i get my hands on you, you little sh*t.." you mutter angrily.

You're lost, but it's not like you really care at the moment. You're so busy cursing Grim in your head that you can't bring yourself to give a single f*ck.

That is, until you heard the dreadfully familiar voice of Floyd. (Insert oh shit, not good sfx)

"Heya, Lil shrimpy~ whatchu doing here, huh ? Did the little shrimpy get lost ?"

He says, with that menacing toothy grin of his. Sometimes you wonder how the hell his teeth are so white, what kinda toothpaste does he use ? Heck, do they even have colgate in twisted wonderland ? Maybe he uses its twisted wonderland equivalent. But damn, his teeth are whiter than my bedsheets and brighter than my earrings.

After a moment of internal brainstorming, you answer "Yup. Sucks to be me I guess. But that aside, why are you here ?"

His grin widens "that's for me to know and you to find out~" Oh how you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face because BOI you're not in the mood to joke around at the moment. 'Goddammit Grim, you will be the death of me one day..'

"Well, do you happen to know where Grim went ? That little sh- I mean, rascal, decided to play 'the dad who went to get milk' role and disappeared." Holy fucking shit, why is that burj khalifa eel leech whatever the fuck he is guy giggling like a fucking schoolgirl ? (Not that he's far from that actually) .

Giggle not as in the usual giggle he does but the kind of giggle a kid does when he's hiding something. Hmm. That's suspicious, that's weird..*insert sfx*

Well whatever, it doesn't matter what the hell he finds so funny because before you know it, you are gone.

Kaboom.

Abracadabra.

Gone. Gone and left no crumbs

Whoosh.

Because fuck no you ain't getting involved with Floyd or the octavinelle trio ever again. Even if fucking Leona held you at gunpoint and threatened you, you would still refuse to get involved with that slimy motherfucker.

'Yeah no thanks, but when I said I want my back broken I didn't mean it literally.'

*Insert sfx* AwOoP ! JuMpSCarE~

It seems luck wasn't by your side today, as you ran straight into a solid mass.

You groan "Oh fuck me.." you whine. Jade chuckles. Just as you had expected, he's grinning ominously at you while holding Grim in his right hand.

Well fuck, you should've known better. At this point these two leeches are your sleep paralysis demons.

(Would you believe me if I said I actually had Floyd as my sleep paralysis demon once ? It was fucking horrifying.)

"Oya oya, look who we have here, Floyd~ What a coincidence.."

He says, eyes glowing ominously while both of their grins stretch wider than your legs do whenever someone mentions geto or gojo. /j /not j

"Indeed a very unfortunate pleasant coincidence. Come to think of it, why weren't you with Floyd earlier ?"

He quirks an eyebrow "Oh, but i was. You just didn't see me. I was behind you the entire time, prefect."

"That isn't very...reassuring"

You trail off. "Well doesn't matter, can you just give me that thing ?"

You point at Grim, purposely calling him a thing to piss him off.

Grim begs to differ though, "THING ??? IM NOT A THING, IM THE GREAT SORCERER GRIM !!!!-" although that doesn't last long, he is quickly shut up by Jade's stare.

You grin, cockily. Haha take that you little gremlin ! That's what you get !!

But your thoughts are cut off just as quickly by Floyd, "Ehhh ? Shrimpy's mouth is open ?"

"Huh ? What does that have to do with this ?" You say, confused. Meanwhile Floyd quickly shoots Jade a knowing glance, which unnerves you.

"Nothing to worry your little head about, shrimpy~" "indeed, my brother is right, do not concern yourself with such matters."

Much to your shock, Jade wordlessly hands you Grim. Your mouth drops open

"Holy shit, Are you guys okay ? You behave as if you just ate Lilia's food... either that, or the sun will rise at the west tomorrow !"

The two simply smile and walk away.

Well, that was confusing..

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home To Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chrissy had been having a pleasant dream until a certain annoying little brother woke her up. Ready to yell at him, Dustin opened his mouth and said something that made her heart stop.

"Eddie's house blew up."

"What?!" Chrissy screamed as she sat up.

"Yeah, it's on the news," Dustin said.

"Is Eddie - is he - ?" She couldn't say the words.

"I don't know, they didn't say if they found a body. They did say a cop got shot, though," he replied.

Chrissy grabbed her robe and kicked off the covers. Mews landed on the other side of the bed with a loud meow.

"Sorry, Mews," Chrissy said.

She ran into the living room with Dustin, the news blaring on the TV. They watched with rapt attention as they waited for them to say whether or not there was a body. All they said was that a young man had been arrested. Once they said that, Chrissy immediately picked up the phone to call Hopper.

"Is he alive?" Were the words out of Chrissy's mouth as soon as Hopper answered the phone.

"Yeah, we got him. He's in our holding cells," Hopper said.

"What happened?" Chrissy asked.

"I don't know. He's not saying much. I think the kid is in shock," Hopper said. "All I know is that there were shots fired at his house. Officer Moore responded to the call. There were two guys holding Al and Eddie at gunpoint. One of them shot Officer Moore, and Al took off, leaving Eddie to help Moore by stopping the bleeding. It worked. The kid saved his life. Knowing Al, he probably conned his own kid into helping him."

"Jesus," Chrissy muttered and paused. "I'm glad he's okay. When you do go to talk to him again, make sure that you don't call him Junior. He hates that."

"I'll keep you updated," Hopper said. "Get some rest, you're going to school soon."

"Yeah, like that's going to happen," Chrissy said. "Thanks, Hop."

She hung up the phone and relayed the news to her brother.

"Chrissy. . .did Eddie's dad really con him?" Dustin asked.

"That's what Hop thinks, and judging from what I've heard about him, Hopper's probably right about that," Chrissy said.

"A lot of people say a lot of stuff about Eddie, but you still say that he's a good man," Dustin said.

Chrissy frowned as she thought about it. In one way, what Dustin said was true, but in another, he was wrong.

"Well, some rumors are true, and some aren't. Maybe there's good buried deep down inside of him, but considering that he abandoned his son yet again tells me that it must buried really deep," Chrissy replied and paused. "By the way, what were you doing up so early?"

"I had a nightmare, couldn't sleep," Dustin muttered.

Chrissy sighed, knowing Dustin was probably having a nightmare about her again. She pulled him close her and kissed the top of his head. They fell asleep snuggled up together. Pretty soon, it was time for school. Ronnie wasn't waiting at her locker this time, which sometimes happened now when she chose to wait by Robin's. She didn't see Ronnie until lunchtime. Hellfire had officially joined their lunch table, and Chrissy could tell by the looks on their faces that they learned about what happened or what they thought happened.

"I hope Eddie's okay," Nancy said softly, looking sympathetically at Chrissy.

"I hope he's rotting in a jail cell," Gareth snorted. "He deserves it."

"Really?" Chrissy asked.

"He was an asshole who abandoned us, and it's his fault he got caught up in all of that shit, anyway," Jeff said.

"I'm not saying that that's not true, but do you really think he deserves to have his home destroyed?" Chrissy asked.

"He was leaving it anyway," Dougie said.

"Doesn't everyone leave home eventually? Doesn't mean that it's still not home," Steve said, and the boys gave him a look. "But I could be wrong."

"No, Steve’s right. Eddie's home has always been Hawkins, and he never felt welcome here. He saw a way out, and he grabbed it," Chrissy said. "Could there have been a better way to do it? Yeah, possibly. You have every right to be hurt, but Eddie learned the hard way in what it means to trust Al Munson. No one is harder on himself than Eddie is right now."

"Shouldn't you be more pissed than anyone? You two were - ," Gareth started to say.

"Of course, I'm pissed but I figured that could wait until later because right now, all I can feel is relief that Eddie is alive," Chrissy said. "As you should be. I was woken up this morning by my brother: "Eddie's house blew up." It scared the shit out of me because suddenly, I was picturing Eddie's body burnt to a crisp. So, no, he didn't deserve to learn the lesson that way."

Chrissy bit her lip, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Shit, sorry, Chrissy," Gareth said.

"Okay, enough talk about Eddie," Ronnie said, glaring at Gareth. "At least for now."

After school, Chrissy found Hopper waiting outside, talking to Jason. She frowned. Gareth found her outside and walked up to her.

"What's going on?" Gareth asked.

"I don't know, but it's Jason, so it could be anything," Chrissy said.

"Did you know Jason stopped hanging out with Tommy Hayes and Connor?" Gareth asked.

"No," Chrissy said. "How do you know that?"

"I accidentally saw him arguing with them. I briefly heard them bringing up Eddie's name, but then Jason pushed him before mentioning something about Higgins and pills," Gareth said. "I moved on before they could notice me."

Hopper caught Chrissy's eyes and nodded at her for her to come over. Chrissy squeezed Gareth's arms and walked over to Hopper.

"Hey, Hop," Chrissy greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Carver just told what really happened the day Eddie dropped out of school. Apparently, Higgins convinced the teachers not to let Eddie use their classrooms but neglected to inform him and then set them on Eddie when he tried to break into the classroom. He's been pressuring his players into messing with Hellfire and Eddie just so he could get him to drop out. Jason also let me know that Higgins has been giving some of the players drugs to help their performance," Hopper said.

"Why?" Chrissy asked Jason softly.

"I didn't like who I was when I was on them," Jason shrugged. "My parents are going to get me some help. I'm sorry about all of it. You didn't need me to protect you and to mess with Eddie like that. . . I just wanted to win. None of its an excuse for what I did."

"You here to arrest Higgins?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to need a statement from you from what happened that day, if you don't mind talking about it," Hopper said.

"Whatever helps nail that asshole to the wall," Chrissy said cheerfully.

"I should probably get in there," Hopper said. "I'll be watching you, Carver."

Hopper walked away, storming into the school with Officer Powell. Jason turned to look at Chrissy, looking extremely guilty.

"It's going to take some time for me to forgive you because what you did was so fucked up," Chrissy said and looked at him softly. "But in the end, you did do the right thing, and I do understand that you were drugged by someone who was supposed to protect you. He took advantage of you, and that wasn't right. So, I'm going to get there a lot quicker because of it, but it doesn't mean you have a chance with me."

"Of course. I know that I blew that a long time ago. I'll still spend the rest of my life making it up to you and the others," Jason said.

He said goodbye and walked away. His shoulders slumped as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Chrissy wandered back over to Gareth, only to find that the rest of Hellfire had shown up.

"What the hell was that about?" Ronnie asked, and Chrissy told them what happened.

"Isn't that going to ruin his basketball career?" Gareth asked.

"Probably," Chrissy said.

"Ugh, I'm feeling a little bit of respect for Jason Carver. Gross," Gareth said. "Still hate him."

"Well, I'm not leaving until I see Higgins come out in cuffs," Jeff said.

Apparently, word got around, too, because suddenly, most of the students were standing by the school doors. They opened, and Hopper came out with Principal Higgins in handcuffs. The school erupted into cheers. Apparently, most of the students didn't like him very much.

"Take that, you arrogant dick!" A student yelled out.

Higgins' eyes caught Chrissy's, and he glared at her.

"This is all your fault, you and your - ,"

"My meddling dog?" Chrissy asked cheerfully, and everyone laughed.

"One phone call and Miss Ecker's dream of going to New York is over!" Higgins exclaimed.

"Are you seriously blackmailing students in front of two cops?" Powell asked.

"I don't think anyone is going to take you seriously once they learned you've been arrested for giving drugs to your students," Hopper said. "Move and don't you say another word to Chrissy. You don't even fucking look at her."

Chrissy waved happily at him as he looked away. She turned to say something to the others, only to find them looking at her.

"Is that what happened in Higgins' office?" Ronnie asked softly. "He told Eddie that he would put the fight on my permanent record, and he would call New York? I lose my scholarship, or Eddie drops out?"

"Yeah," Chrissy said.

"That dumbass," Jeff said affectionately.

"I can't believe he did that," Gareth said.

"I can," Ronnie said. "And you knew?"

"Trust me, it killed me not to say anything, but I didn't want you to lose your scholarship. You mean a lot to Eddie, but you also mean a lot to me, too," Chrissy said.

Ronnie pulled her into a tight hug, sighing into her hair.

"You're both idiots," Ronnie laughed. "And you both deserve each other."

Of course, Chrissy didn't expect Eddie to start back to school right away, considering it was almost the end of the school year. With his grades being what they were, he still would have had to come back next year anyway. She gave it a few days before going to speak to him, giving him some time to settle in with Wayne. A little part of her kind of wanted him suffer a bit. It was petty, she knew, but she was also a little peeved about how he treated everyone even if she knew where he was coming from. Plus, she was a bit hesitant to learn what happened with Paige. She ended up showing up to Wayne's trailer on a Friday afternoon. She leaned her bike up against the trailer and walked up the porch steps to knock on his door.

"Hey," Eddie's voice came from her left and startling her. "Sorry."

Eddie was lounging on the couch that sat outside. Judging by the fact there were cigarettes in the ashtray, he had just got done smoking.

"I didn't see you," Chrissy said.

"Clearly," Eddie snorted.

Chrissy walked over to him and sat down next to him. He didn't look at her, just twirled one of his rings around his finger.

"Glad you're not dead," Chrissy said, and Eddie popped his head up.

"What?" Eddie said.

"I said I'm glad you're not dead. You know, the fire?" Chrissy asked.

"Right," Eddie said softly.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Chrissy asked and paused. "You know, if you want to."

Eddie sighed and leaned forward on his elbows, wiping his face with his hands. Chrissy pressed her cheek to his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. She jutted her bottom lip out as she peered at him.

"Don't do that," Eddie said.

"Do what?" Chrissy asked.

"Do that with your lip," he said.

"I'm not doing anything with my lip," she said and poked it out further.

He glared at her and reached out with his finger to push her lip back in. She giggled.

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you what happened. Little witch," Eddie sighed and proceeded to tell her everything.

Chrissy sat back against the couch as she processed everything that he told her.

"So, let me get this straight. . . Your dad told you he lost a bunch of money at a casino, and a couple of guys were after him to pay up. He convinced you to rob a weed truck from a drug king pin to turn it around to sell said weed, but it turns out he was working for said drug king pin. So this Charlie Greene sent two men, the same two men who you robbed, to collect the money. They shot at you, shot Officer Moore, and then set your house on fire. Meanwhile, you managed to help Officer Moore while your dad left you to clean up your mess," Chrissy said. "Did I miss anything?"

"No, that's pretty much it," Eddie said. "Are you okay over there?"

Chrissy leaned her head back as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She sat there for a whole, not saying anything.

"I'm trying to figure out why I'm attracted to such an idiot," Chrissy said.

"I still don't get it either," Eddie replied.

"As much as you're an idiot, your dad's a bigger one," Chrissy said softly. "You're here, and you clearly want to fix things. Your dad ran away like a coward. I hate that this was how it woke you up. I wish it had been something else that hit you on the head."

"You wanting me to stay should have been enough, but I just thought I was doing the best thing for you, but I know now that running away from my problems isn't going to fix things," Eddie said.

"No, because it wasn't you who was the problem. It was your dad and the people in this town who hated him. People like principal Higgins, who coerced the jocks to go after you and your friends. If you had left and Jason hadn't turned Higgins into the police, they would have gone after the rest of Hellfire," Chrissy said.

"What?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, apparently, he's been feeding some of the basketball players drugs. Jason told Hopper the whole thing. He arrested Higgins, and Higgins ended up spilling the beans about blackmailing you so that's no longer an issue," Chrissy said. "I think Jason is really coming around to realizing that there is more to life."

"Starting to make sense why he bailed me out, now," Eddie said. "Well, I guess none of us are perfect. Except for you."

"That's not true. I totally fell for this guy who had a hard time seeing what was right there in front of him," Chrissy said.

"Hm, well, I think he must have gotten his vision checked," Eddie said. "Because suddenly he can see better. Something must have shaken those rocks loose because he totally fell for this girl who is miles out of his league."

"Yeah?" Chrissy asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said, and he leaned to kiss her, but then she leaned back. "Woah, did I read this wrong? Oh, God, were you actually talking about someone else? Is it Jonathan?"

"No, you idiot!" Chrissy laughed.

"Is that my new name?" Eddie asked.

"You're still on probation," Chrissy said.

"No, they said they can't charge me with anything, or something like that. I wasn't really listening. I know they're looking for my dad," Eddie frowned. "No probation."

"No, with me, you freak," Chrissy said. "You're going to have reach a higher level to reach these lips, mister."

She kissed his nose before cuddling up to him and pressing her cheek into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his nose into her hair.

"I'd fight all the monsters you'd throw at me to get to those lips of yours," Eddie sighed.

"Eddie. . . What happened with Paige?" Chrissy asked.

"I mean, she did try to kiss me, but I fell out of the van trying to stop her. She stopped when I told her I had feelings for someone else. Though I think she thought that I was playing hard to get. I don't think it helped when I said I didn't have a place to stay in Los Angeles, and when she offered her place to me, I said yes," Eddie said.

"Eddie!" Chrissy exclaimed, slapping his chest.

"Oh, God, did I just go back a level?" He asked.

"I can't keep calling you an idiot," Chrissy laughed. "The word is starting to sound weird."

"I'll just make it my second middle name," he replied.

"Oh, speaking of middle names. . .mine is Elizabeth," Chrissy said.

"Elizabeth?" Eddie asked in a choked voice.

Chrissy sat up, looking at him.

"Are you okay?" Chrissy asked.

"Elizabeth was my mom's name," Eddie said softly.

"Simple twist of fate, huh?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh! I forgot. . . I thought. . .not all of them burned," Eddie said. "I gave you my mom's Bob Dylan."

"Oh, your mom's records burned?" She asked softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, you still got Bob," Eddie said.

"I think at this point, it's our record," Chrissy said and laid down on his chest again, her hand over his heart. "Ours."

Chrissy sighed in contentment, feeling much lighter than she had before. She hadn't even realized that she had been carrying much weight. They enjoyed the silence and the fresh air, the smell of summer on the breeze. She could feel that Eddie was a lot less stressed, too. A form of entertainment soon came along to interrupt their quiet. Two neighborhood cats ran out in front, fighting over a piece of chicken. Pretty soon, Eddie was commentating on the fight and placing bets, leaving Chrissy giggling happily against his chest.

Chapter Fourteen

[bitchyfoxymama]

Clementine - Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: held at gun point and pinned to a wall, fluff, cute nickname, no use of y/n, reader has a nickname tho

A/n: ahhhhh my first Joel fic!!!!

...

"Hey, how come Joel calls you clementine?" You were walking Ellie to school. 

The three of you had settled down in Jackson after Joel had saved Ellie. 

"Hmm, he hasn't told you that story yet?" You reply while holding your hand above your brow blocking the sun from your eyes, "well it's a really funny story, but I won't tell you about it until you get back from school," you smirk down at her. 

"Aw, come on, man! I wanna know, please. If you tell me right now, I'll do your dishes for weeks," Ellie pleads with you.

You think for a moment. "Tempting, but no, you will just have to wait until dinner tonight. That is when I'll tell you the story of why Joel calls me clementine. Besides, we're already here at your school, now go on before you get in trouble for being late….again," you kiss the top of Ellie's head and watch as she follows the other kids into the school. 

You smile at the memory of why Joel calls you that name. Hell, he hasn't used your real name in years, always using the name of the citrus fruit instead. 

The use of clementine had started nearly a decade prior, back at the Boston QZ. 

Finally, you were able to sneak back into the QZ. It was a hard day's work but you managed to get a good enough haul that would bring you in a decent amount of ration cards and keep the FEDRA off your back especially if you bring in fresh fruit just like you have been for the past few years. clementines and strawberries. The only 2 fruits you were able to grow. 

You were so close making it back until you bumped into a man and woman both a good bit older than you, the gray in their hair making you sure they were older. 

"I-" you squeaked out before the man had you pinned against the wall, gun pressed against your temple. 

"Who the fuck are you and where the fuck did you come from?" He yelled in your face, spit landed on your cheek. 

"I-I um, I have a garden on the other side of the wall, FEDRA looks the other way if I give them twenty-five percent of my haul!" You said as you tried to raise your hands. 

"Don't fuckin' move!" The man said as he pulls your backpack off of you, tossing it to the woman, "if we find out you are lyin' I'm gonna kill you," he threatens.

After some ruffling through your backpack and clementines and strawberries scattered. 

"She's telling the truth," the woman glared at you, "how long have you been doing this?" 

"Only a f-few months, I found some clementine trees and a nearby patch of strawberries," you stuttered out as the man still holds you tight, "I-I-if you let me join you, I can get you ration cards,"

"We don't need yer help," he replied, finally pulling the gun away from your head and holstering it once again. 

"Now, wait, Joel, we could use her, we didn't know about the fresh fruit nearby. She could be useful." 

That is how you met Joel and Tess and helped them around the QZ with their smuggling. You were the reason Bill and Frank had strawberries

"Wait, so you're telling me that Joel held you at gunpoint?" Ellie looks at him shocked, "not fucking cool man!" 

"In his defense, he did think I was moving in on his already claimed territory," you laugh, placing a hand on top of his as you sip your coffee. 

"I still can't believe you were able to find such a delicious score," Ellie says as she finishes up her plate, taking it over to the sink. 

You follow her and gently place your plate in the sink. 

"I think I'm gonna go enjoy the air in the backyard, Ellie feel free to join me after you finish the dishes," you say gently hugging her. 

You walk out the backdoor and go to sit on the porch swing Joel installed. 

"I can't believe you told her that story," Joel says as he sits next to you with a hand on your waist as you admire your new clementine tree. A smile graces your face as he places a kiss on the top of your head. He gently places his free hand on your pregnant belly. 

"Yeah, well, she was curious as to why you always called me clementine." You say as you lean your head on his shoulder. 

[echowithpain]

Guys this is the last Echo's Essay until next season 😭😭😭 Thanks for being here with me, I really appreciate it. That being said, this might just be the longest one yet lmao. Buckle up and I'll just go with what's off the top of my head.

First, I FUCKING CALLED THE ASSHOLE CAPTAIN COMING BACK AND TAKING BOBBYS PLACE!!!!

It made sense, because why have his actor be at the ceremony, AND HAVE A SPEAKING ROLE, unless he was gonna come back in some way?

Also I know Bobby put in his 2 week notice and didn't tell anyone but Athena, but then the whole chasing Amir down and saving his life again as a way to make amends and dealing with the cartel, it's easy to see how he forgot to tell the chief he changed his mind.

Speaking of Athena and Amir, WHY THE FUCK DID THE WRITERS MAKE HER SO HELLBENT ON GOING AFTER HIM ALONE, CONVINCED HE WAS THE ONE WHO SET THE FIRE??? Athena's always been by the book save for a couple instances, but she's always tried to make sure those guilty would be punished by the system. I get that she was emotional about potentially losing Bobby, but calling Maddie and lying to her so she could get Amir's address, going back to her house to get her gun, and then breaking into his house so she can hold him at gunpoint???? Guys come on.

I mean, I guess I could've accepted it if she didn't get her gun and make it seem like she was going to kill him even though we already knew she wasn't. Also the breaking and entering left a bad taste in my mouth, especially since she clarified she was off duty. If you have suspicions of him being guilty, get a warrant for his arrest and bring him in for questioning! They even highlighted how out of character Athena was acting by bringing up Emmett and what she did with the guy who killed him. And to top it off, while she was holding Amir at gunpoint, she was throwing accusations at him, saying he was a bad person, how she should've seen the signs, and how Bobby gave him too much credit, and reminding him of his past with the picture of him and his wife, BRO WHAT THE FUCK

Put yourself in Amir's shoes real quick: you survived a fire that permanently scarred you and took your wife, you decide to become a doctor so you can help people like you wish you could've helped your wife. One day while you're working, a firefighter comes in to reunite one of your patients with their baby and you recognize their last name, and looking into it, realize he's the guy who caused the fire that changed your life. You decide to see how his life has changed since the fire so you go to his AA meeting where you hear him talking about how good his life has been and that makes you upset so you speak up. You leave afterwards not wanting anything else to do with this man and go back to helping people, getting shot in the process. The man then shows up, having found you in the middle of nowhere, trying to help and apologize for what happened in the past. You tell him you don't want his apology and that he should leave you for dead, but he persists and ends up saving your life. After that, while you still don't want to deal with him, you at least tolerate him and go back to helping people.

One day you get a call from work saying one of your patients needs you. So you go into work, and it turns out the guy who caused the fire and changed your life has a wife who lied to get you to go there. You two have a talk and she tells you ever since her husband met you again, his life has been unbalanced and she thinks talking to you again is going to help that. You're weary but you agree to help. When you get there, you see the guy remarried to a beautiful woman, lives in a beautiful home, and has pictures of their kids and happy memories all around. This makes you so upset/jealous that you apologize and rush to leave only to be face to face with this man and it's too much. You tell him if he really wants to make amends, he and his wife should leave you alone, and then you leave so you won't have to experience those emotions again.

You slowly calm down and go back to your life, helping all the people you can. You're coming home, just picked up some dry cleaning, and then the guys wife is in your house, falsely accusing you of setting their house on fire and almost killing her husband, all while pointing a gun at you, saying horrible things about you, and tormenting you with your painful past.

WHAT THE FUCK GUYS???

Amir, I am so sorry you had to deal with that, and as much as I love Bobby and Athena, THEY NEED TO LEAVE YOU THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!! I love the mini friendship he and Maddie had, but please keep Bobby and Athena a million miles away from him and let him live his life!!!!

Honestly, Amir is a better person that I am because even after all of that, he still went into a burnt up house to look for Bobby and assure him that he deserves the new life he built for himself. That even though he'll never forgive the past, he at least respects where he is in the present...

Anyway -2 points for how Athena was acting with Amir.

Next up we have the Eddie and Christopher thing. While I'm sad that they're letting him leave to Texas with his grandparents, which I was so shocked about when they were at the door, I'm also glad that Eddie respects Chris's boundaries and wishes. He called Buck begging him to talk to Chris, and when he emphasized that he didn't want to break down the door to get to him, he wanted Chris to open the door to talk to him 👏👏👏👏👏 Fucking beautiful.

Also Buck, bless your heart, trying to help Christopher by inputting your own experiences with your own parents. It was sweet, but it took me out of the episode a bit with the whole "parents can make mistakes" because while that's true, comparing Eddie with Bucks parents felt wrong. Eddie has always been overprotective of Christopher but was always loving and caring and trying to make sure he had a normal life, and made one big mistake because of unresolved issues that he needs to go to therapy for. Bucks parents were just horrible people. Simple as that, sorry not sorry.

I will say though, after Eddie's whole "I don't want to force him to do anything" thing, and then when he says I love you but Christopher wouldn't look at him and he makes him look at him, I was a little put off. He was just saying he didn't want to force him to do anything and then he's forcing him to look at him when he didn't want to? What the heck? It's alright though, Eddie's speech afterwards made up for it so it gets a pass.

Speaking of passes, can we please be done with Marisol NoLastName now? I know she wasn't in this episode but we last saw her when she and Christopher walked in on Eddie hugging a woman who looked like his dead wife, can that please be the last time? I'm tired of her being brought up.

And speaking of people in the episode who I'm tired of being brought up, when are we getting rid of Tommy? I had exactly 2 posts talking about him during my liveblogging and neither of them were good. I've been very vocal about my dislike of Tommy, but he was so unnecessary this episode??? They were having a sincere talk about how Buck was worried about the fact that he almost lost Bobby, and that he was like the father he never had, talking about how they both had horrible dads, but Tommy denies having daddy issues himself and when asked if he thinks Buck has daddy issues, Tommy goes "I hope so"

?????

Oh yeah baby, I hope your father seriously neglected you so you have issues regarding him and male figures in general, along with having anxiety, abandonment issues, and toxic patterns so you'll be able to call me "Daddy" while we have sex!

It's a season finale. That was unnecessary. The audience didn't need to know right then and there that Tommy has a Daddy Kink. -2 points.

I know it's only one scene but I my hatred of it was strong enough to deduct an extra point.

🤮

ANYWAY TIME FOR A PALLET CLEANSER WITH MADDIE AND CHIMNEY FOSTERING MARA FOR KAREN AND HEN!!!!!! 💖😍💖😍💖😍😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍😍💖

Holy fuck I fucking love the Buckley-Hans. I thought they couldn't get any better AND THEN THEY DID!!!!! And honestly, that's on me for underestimating how amazing they are 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 It was miserable seeing Hen visit Mara and her having reverted back to being quiet for a bit before asking if she could go home with her and then the lady and security making Hen leave 😭😭😭😭😭 Again, fuck that councilwoman. I hope she gets her teeth kicked in and her face bashed with a rock. Thank FUCK for loopholes!!! Maddie and Chim heard their friends were having a problem, and without even being asked, they immediately went to see what they could do to help!!! They are fucking amazing. The Buckley-Hans invented love. I have nothing else to say 🥰💖🥰💖💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖🥰

...is that everything? I think that's everything.

Final rating: 6/10

Thanks for sticking with me through this and I'll see y'all again next season! Tchau! 😘✨

[bigfan-fanfic]

Superdad is helping Clark stop a precognitive criminal and during their chase, Clark has to deal with a bomb he set off as a diversion. Superdad manages catch up to him but the guy holds him at gunpoint.

Criminal: Looks like your little plan failed, guess your little super boy toy will find your body.

Superdad: Nope, because you're gonna be on the ground and we're gonna get pie after this. *reaches into his jacket pocket*

Criminal: *holds up the gun* Don't even think about it, I know all about your little tricks and jelly monsters. Anything you can think of, I'll always see it coming.

Superdad: Yeah, but you've never seen my little friend * whips out a salmon from his jacket*

Criminal: Is that a fish?

Superdad: Say hello to Gregory, Gregory the Salmon. And you're gonna be well acquainted with him once he knocks you on your butt.

Criminal: My God you are embarrassing yourself.

Superdad: Oh yeah, catch! *throws Gregory at the criminal*

Criminal: *catches it* Did you really think that was going to work? *Gregory starts wiggling, the criminal drops it* Holy- is that thing still alive?

Superdad: Pocket sand! *throws sand in the guy's face*

Criminal: Why do you have sand in your pockets?! *feels his eyes sting and tries to fire the gun*

Superdad: So I can do this *Superdad disarms him and grabs Gregory, swinging and hitting the crook in the face and knocking him out* Nice teamwork Gregory, you can join us for some pie later * twirls the salmon like a gunslinger and puts the salmon back in his jacket before calling Clark*

Superdad overcoming a precognitive by sheer virtue of having no idea what he's going to do until he does it

[softquietsteadylove]

For Mob bosses AU. What if one time Thena was mad at Gil and she just barged in to Gil's office and got him like pinned to the wall and Gil's guard suddenly held a gunpoint towards Thena and Gil was like don't you EVER DO THAT OR ELSE I'LL SHOOT YOU ONE BY ONE. Maybe this happened when they're still not having 'meetings' but you decide!!!! Thankie!!!!

Gil looked up. He had a feeling; he knew that forceful but light pace of walking, the way the wind felt, the faint scent of lilies in the air.

His office door slammed open, spooking the general security he had stationed outside. She had stormed right past them, clearly knowing exactly where she was headed.

Gil looked up from his paperwork, watching the Ice Queen herself storm over to his desk. It was no wonder she was so feared in their line of work. She certainly painted an intimidating picture--a beautiful, intimidating picture.

Thena marched right around the side of his massive desk and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him up and throwing him against the wall behind them.

Gil blinked as she slammed him backwards, letting it happen passively, "hello to you, too."

"You-"

Gun safeties clicking filled the room. Gil gripped Thena's shoulders, holding her in place. "Every single one of you, stand down!"

His guards froze, eyeing them - and each other - warily.

"If you ever aim at her again!" Gil roared, not caring in the least that he was threatening his own men. He met each of their eyes, "I'll have you put down before you can blink. Do you understand me?!"

The weapons slowly lowered, heads turning anxiously.

"I said," Gil pushed of the wall, still holding Thena to him, "am I understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Out!" he snapped, pointing with his free hand until every single one of them was out of his office. Only then did his shoulders lower and his back loosen slightly.

Thena pushed against his chest until she was free from being pressed into his shirt. She raised a brow at him.

"What?" he asked, meeting her defiant gaze with a completely blank one.

She crossed her arms at him, "a bit dramatic, no?"

"No," he rebuked easily, crossing his arms as well. His stuck out a lot further than hers did, although she still was hovering a vague distance away from him. "If anything happened to you-"

"I need your protection, do I?" She was picking a fight with him deliberately. She was trying to lure him into saying either yes, he thought she was weak enough to need his protection. Or no, in which case he was confirming his own worry and the lack of need for it.

He puffed out his chest, meeting his stubborn Ice Queen blow for blow, "doesn't matter if you need it or not. It's here anyway."

She narrowed her eyes at him. It was a solid rebuttal, and even she could admit that. Not aloud, but still. "You didn't have to hold me like that. It will give them ideas."

Gil gave her a look this time to broadcast his own skepticism. His lips came up in a lazy smirk, "Sweetness, I'm pretty sure they already know about our d-"

Thena glared at him as sharp and fast as one of her knives.

"Meetings," Gil mumbled. That was the term she had come to use for their arranged time stolen for each other. He knew it was her not wanting to call them dates, but he was pretty sure it was just as embarrassing to call them 'meetings'.

Thena huffed, stepping back from him again. She always knew when to put some distance between them--when it would most drive him crazy because all he wanted was to reach out and hold her.

"They can't threaten the woman I love, Thena."

She looked at him--for the use of her name, for the open and raw tone of his voice. All of it.

"No one gets to do that," he shook his head, moving closer to her until she told him to stop. She never did, so he took the opportunity to reach out and pull her hands into his. "No one."

"Gil," she sighed. The fight had left her, leaving only fatigue. She was more or less recovered from her poisoning, but Gil had come to recognise every little breath, every step, every rise and fall of her shoulders. He could tell that she could still become fatigued faster than she used to.

"So I don't care if I have to tell everyone in Koreatown," he continued, pulling her against his chest and kissing the top of her head as he tucked her against him. Her hands slipped under his suit jacket and around him to his back. "No one threatens my Ice Queen."

"Hm," she sounded displeased, but he knew that her eyes were closed. She was trying to resist melting into him.

But even the Ice Queen had a melting point.

Gil rested his cheek against her hair, "my Thena."

Melting point achieved; Thena sagged against him, letting his arm settle in the curve of her waist meeting her hips, his hand all the way around her delicate shoulders to tap his thumb against the lace around her arms.

"Hey," he whispered, pulling his head up and meeting her eyes when she did the same. "What brings you over here?"

Her mouth pulled a little as her eyes darted around, "I...I was here to tell you that I don't need an escort the second I set foot in Koreatown. I have my own security, you know."

Gil smiled. The fight really was drained out of her, because now she seemed sheepish over the anger that had driven her to storm in here in the first place. "Yeah, but what's wrong with double security?"

"It's redundant, Gilgamesh," she made a point of using his full name just to scold him. "And it's conspicuous."

He shrugged, not sorry at all for having her tailed as soon as she was in his territory. He really did have no problem letting everyone on his turf know that - weakness be damned - she was not fair game. "So? A man does what he has to, Princess."

She just rolled her eyes at that one.

He kissed her cheek, "I mean it, Thena. Keeping you safe comes before anything else."

She huffed again as she accepted his kiss. She was trying to keep herself from letting his words get to her. But he knew she was letting her defenses down, whether she wanted to or not.

He kissed her cheek again, then slightly closer to her lips, and continuously closer to a real kiss, his fingers tipping her chin up for him. He breathed against the silken skin of her cheek, "is that acceptable, Ice Queen?"

She inhaled, and he could hear the slight tremble in it. Her hands floated up to his, although they just rested there, not pulling him away from her. She whimpered as he finally kissed those enchanting lips of hers.

Gil pulled away once he was satisfied with at least getting one kiss from his girlfriend. He pulled away, resisting the urge to point out how cute her stubborn little pout was. He grinned, "so...meeting?--since you came all this way."

Thena stepped away from him again (definitely knew when it would most drive him crazy). "Perhaps I'm no longer in the mood for a...meeting."

"Aw, come on, Princess," Gil pleaded with her. He had no problem doing so--he didn't care if she wanted him to beg and plead. He'd throw himself on the ground and grovel if it got him another kiss. "You're already here. You won't even stay for some tteokbokki?"

She eyed him in a way that certainly made him feel looked down on, even though he was taller than her.

"What about some sundubu?" he suggested, watching her unfurl so he could wrap his arms around her again. "Jjimdak?"

Thena pursed her lips; she was considering it. Gil gave her lithe waist a squeeze in his hands. "Rose jjimdak?--with glass noodles?"

"Done!" Gil beamed. He knew just who to call, "they can deliver it here."

"Good," Thena sighed, officially worn out from the trip over and everything that proceeded it. "I don't have all day. My next meeting is at 2."

"So I have a little time with you?" Gil dared to suggest, following her over to one of his two office couches. She sat herself primly, which was fine because if he sat next to her and spoke softly, he was pretty sure he could get her to lean on him.

Thena nodded to the spot beside her.

Gil leapt over the back of the couch, gleefully plopping himself next to her. The stiff cushions of the couch bounced her lighter body and he took the opportunity to pull her against him.

"Gil!"

"Just for now, baby," he sighed, inhaling her lily perfume and relishing in the slight but solid warmth of her in his lap.

She sighed - now who was the dramatic one? - but let him hold her. Her hand came up to the back of his head, "they're not coming in here with us like this."

"They know to leave the food outside," he promised, happy with just nuzzling his face into the hollow of her throat.

"Fine," she mumbled, and he guessed that he might be able to lure her into dozing off before the food arrived. "Just for now."

Gil laid himself against the far arm of the couch with Thena curled up in his side, half on his chest with her legs folded between his. This was becoming an increasingly familiar sleeping position for them. He hoped they would get the opportunity to sleep like this more in the future.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Diana!!!! I promise I will respond to the messages but right now I'm fucking losing my mind over LoM and you'll understand 😭

The way Sam points a gun at Gene and says " you don't want me to leave but I have to leave, Gene". THE WAY HE SAYS HIS NAME. THE WAY HE SAYS THAT HE HAS TO LEAVE BUT NOT THAT HE WANTS TO LEAVE. THE WAY GENE DOESN'T EVEN REACT WITH ANGER??? THE WAY HE LOOKS AT SAM. THE WAY THAT SAM HAS TEARS IN HIS EYES. THE WAY SAM LOWERS HIS EYES AND HIS GUN AND PLEADS FOR GENE TO LISTEN TO HIM. THE WAY GENE DOESN'T PUNCH HIM BUT INSTEAD SAYS "WRITE IT DOWN, I'LL READ IT LATER"

So many choices were made and I'm mcfucking losing it, help

Daisy!!!! Omg no worries, it's honestly super fun spacing messages out and you're more than welcome to spiral over LoM here, I always look forward to it when I see you in my tags again 😂💖

AND THAT SCENE!!! Not just that one but earlier too, when Sam tries to leave and find his dad then Gene stops him and says so earnestly with no bravado or anything that he needs Sam's help but Sam's too desperate to make everything okay he eventually leaves by force and you can see Gene stunned because yeah they have their back and forth but it WORKS for them and he's never actually believed Sam WANTED to go until now 🥺

Then later when Sam's holding him at gunpoint, you know a show is on another level when the most dangerous weapons to focus on are the leads and their huge pleading eyes, tears glistening, no big deal nothing to see here 😳 Gene not losing his temper the entire time is pretty much all that needs to be said because he's too concerned to default to anger when something major has to be going on for Sam to break rules this way so he'll trust his judgement even if it means stepping aside and I'm seriously losing it too so thank you for the reminder they really did that lol

[exo-chinaline]

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[ravenclaw-daydreams]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐫

Warnings: mention of assassination, graphic smut, adult content, mentions of murder, pervy men in the workplace, falling for a villain, guns, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, alcohol.

Masterlist

Summary: Jackson just wants a normal life but thanks to his business, his chances were slim. but after meeting you, his chances it doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore.

A/N: Reading Jack's Villian wiki gave me the idea, and the personality section is what really set it in motion. He's more human than we thought, folks. I felt VERY inclined to write this. :)

Jack wasn't proud of his work. He never was. But he knew that once he got into the business, he could never get out. And as fate would have it, you met him on the job.

Your boss was a ruthless, lying, manipulative son of a bitch, and you just so happened to be his receptionist. You hated your job and the way your pig of a boss would always make it sickeningly obvious he was starring at your breasts when asking you to make a call. You hated him. Sometimes you would imagine ways to kill the bastard and get away with it too.

Apparently, someone else had the same idea, but actually took the initiative of hiring an assassin. That's where you came in.

It was a late Friday night, and after a long grueling day of putting up with your boss's demands, you were so happy to see the front door of your home. You couldn't wait to collapse on the couch with a glass of red wine and have a leisurely weekend.

You fiddled with your keys as you tried to find the right one. 'Why the hell did I have all those keys anyways?' you thought to yourself bitterly as you shuffled them around.

But the sound of a gun cocking from behind you made you freeze. Air caught in your throat as you tried to convince yourself you didn't just hear what you thought you heard.

"Don't let me stop you," a smooth masculine voice from behind you sneered, pressing what you presumed to be the barrel of the gun point-blank onto your back, "Unlock the door, step inside. Scream and you die."

You gave a small nod, your search for the right key more frantic now, and once you found it, your shaking hand fumbled with it before finally slipping it into the keyhole, your trembling hand opening the door, and you felt yourself get pushed inside.

The door slammed behind you, and that's when you whipped around, now face to face with your captor. The gun was still pointed at you, but the man who was holding it was what stopped you in your tracks.

If someone told you that morning that you were going to be held at gunpoint by one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life, you would have laughed in their face. But you weren't laughing now.

"What do you want?" you managed to squeak out, his piercing blue eyes bore into yours.

"Well, I have a job to do, to put it plainly, and you're one of the only people that can help me complete it," he began to explain, "And you don't have a choice."

"What are you wanting from me?"

"Your boss. I want you to call him and tell him that there's something going on and he needs to swing by the office. Once he obliges, my guys who are waiting outside the building as we speak will take it from there."

"You're going to kill him?" you gasped. Sure, you considered doing it yourself, but you never thought anyone would actually try to do it.

"You don't need to worry about that. What you need to worry about is the gun that's pointed at you right now," he concluded, reaching for your home phone, politely holding it out for you to take.

You paused, and he raised a brow. Out of instinct, you tried to bolt past him to the front door, but when you realized it wasn't going to work, it was too late. He grabbed you violently as you thrashed in his grasp before he collapsed the two of you on the couch. He held you in one position until he felt your breathing calm, your neck in a headlock as you faced away from him, panting like an angry dog.

"Stop getting cute," he hissed next to your ear, and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew his teeth were gritting.

He finally trusted you wouldn't pull anything else after he gave a harsh squeeze to your trapped throat, and he let you go, and you immediately scooted to the other side of the couch.

You felt his eyes on you, and with a sudden jerked movement, he held out what you thought was the gun, making you flinch. But with a double-take, you realized it was just the phone.

You reached out, taking it, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt as if you could see something in his gaze. Something longing. Something not quite there. Reluctance.

Shaken fingers press the numbers as you click 'dial', but before you could hold it up to your ear, your captor stopped you.

"Nuh-uh. Speaker."

You nodded, pressing the speaker button before the dial tone echoed through your home. After three times, the line was suddenly picked up.

"What the hell are you doing calling at this hour?" your boss's harsh voice hissed through the phone.

"Yeah, Mr. Snider, there seems to be something happening at the office. Someone from the administration is here and demanding to see you," you tried your best to sound convincing.

"What do they fucking want?" he scorned, his tone making you flinch.

"I wish I knew, sir. They won't tell me anything," you tried to force a smile in your voice.

"Fucking useless," he grunted, making you shift uncomfortably.

"Should I tell them you're on your way?" you proposed.

"Fuck. Fine. I'll be there in 15. And hey, don't get bitchy with me, yeah? Don't forget, you work for me."

"Yes sir," you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

All the while Jack was watching your reactions. He saw how you flinched at strong tones and saddened at the insults.

The sound of the line going dead was what snapped him back to reality, your still shaking hand setting it down on the coffee table.

"Is that all you needed?" you finally spoke.

"I wish I could say yes," his words made your gaze shift to the floor in disappointment, "I need to stay here until the deed is done."

"How long will that be?"

"After I make this phone call to let the guys know the target is on his merry way, we'll wait until I get a call back. Then we can part ways and you'll never speak of it to anyone. Or else I will have no other choice but to come back and kill you."

You curled in on yourself, resting your chin on your knees as you didn't answer, the sounds of a number being dialed making you cringe.

The sudden movement of him standing up made you flinch, and for a second you thought you almost saw a look of sympathy flash through his eyes before he held the phone to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.

"Stu? Yeah. Yeah, she called. He's on his way. He'll be there in 10. Make it look believable, yeah? Clients aren't paying us for anything that looks tacky."

Jack continued his conversation on the phone as he made his way to your kitchen, still in clear view of you. A few moments later he came back, the phone now hung up, a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink," he commanded.

"I'm not thirsty,"

He suddenly set the phone down, taking one of your hands and wrapping it around the cup, "I don't want you passing out on me. Drink," he commanded again.

Now it felt as if you had no choice. You lifted the cups to your lips, gently sipping as he watched you like a hawk until all the water was down your throat.

"Good girl," he praised jokingly, setting the glass on the table.

He then sat down with you on the couch. There was a prolonged silence.

"What's your name?" you finally asked.

He turned to you and cocked a brow.

"Sorry... just trying to make conversation," with an assassin you added bitterly in your head.

He scoffed, the room going back to silence, the two of you waiting... listening.

"Jackson."

"What?" you questioned, looking at him.

"My name. It's Jackson."

"Oh," you replied, "Well, I'm (name)."

"I know," he smirked.

You mentally facepalmed. Of course he did. He was an or assassin for fuck's sake.

"Can I call you Jack?" you asked meekly.

"Seeing as you won't ever see me again, sure. I haven't been called Jack since I was a kid though."

You could tell he was trying to open up. Just a little. Besides, he was right. It wasn't like he was ever going to see you again.

"Why?"

"Rippner. It's my last name," he explained.

"Oh shit," you said in spite of it not being lady-like, "That was a dick move on your parent's part."

"Tell me about it."

The conversation unfolded. You spoke about names, childhood experiences, hell, even what your favorite ice cream flavor was. It was a careless conversation with the mentality of getting everything out there.

You almost forgot that your boss was being killed right as you spoke. You felt the man in front of you open up. He was okay with being vulnerable with you.

That was until the phone rang, Jack rushing to pick it up.

"Yeah?"

His facial expression was unreadable as you watched him. Finally, he hung up the phone, his face returning to the same cold and distant look it had the moment you two had met.

"Well, (name), this is where we part ways," he began, but before he could walk to the front entryway, you grabbed his hand.

He looked startled as he turned around, his eyes searching your face for an answer. Your move was bold. Risky. But you were willing to take it.

"Don't go." your mouth moved before you could stop it.

He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he didn't believe it was you talking. Yet his hand was still being held tightly in yours.

"Please don't go."

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1 Year Later

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You flipped in your sleep, half awake when you realized the spot next to you was bare, the indent of the once sleepless man in his place. You sighed as you flipped back over, looking at the clock.

2:15 am.

You pulled yourself away from your kingdom of soft pillows and blankets and slipped out of bed, your feet pressing against the hardwood of your home. You left the bedroom, crept down the hallway, and when you were finally met with the living area of your home, you were met with the form of your lover.

He was hunched over on the couch, hovering over a glass of red wine that rested in his hand. He seemed to be lost in thought, his blue eyes no longer piercing but distant.

The creak of the floorboards under you gave your position away, the man glancing up at you, spooked.

An instant look of regret graced his beautiful features, "Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Hush," you sighed, "It's warmer out here anyway," you concluded.

"Even without your mountain of blankets?" he smirked, thinking of how adorable you looked cuddled up under the mound of linen.

"The bed is always cold when you're not in it," you whined, stilling next to him as he continued to nurse his glass of red liquid.

"Sorry love," he sighed, setting down the glass before wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his chest as you listened in on his heartbeat. It was soft and lulling as you felt your eyes begin to droop.

That was, until you felt his hard-on press up against your back. A smirk crossed your lips.

"Is this why you couldn't sleep?" you questioned, subtly rubbing up against his bulge as you heard his breath catch in his throat.

"As I said," he muttered, "Didn't want to wake you."

"You could have just said so," you sat up, giving him a passionate kiss, one hand going in his hair, the other going down to his crotch, where he let out a primal groan at the feeling of your touch.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm not really in the mood for foreplay," he stated, his hand reaching your lace panties and ripping them off, pulling you on his lap so you straddled him.

He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing up. The tip was flushed and angry, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the ridges of his veins pumping.

You bit your lip as you hovered over his gorgeous cock before sinking down slowly, the both of you moaning as you become one. Not long after you began to bounce up and down on his cock.

Jack growled as he grabbed a hold of your hips, helping you as he lifted you on and off his cock, searching for solace in orgasm. His eyes locked with yours as you rode him, and in his eyes, you found nothing but love and admiration, every part of him screaming in appreciation for you.

To put it plainly, he loved the way you loved.

You felt yourself tighten, yet to your disdain, your lover found his release first, a loud groan escaping his lips as he poured himself into you, the warmth in your belly growing as you felt him let go.

By the time he was finished, he was completely blissed out, but you weren't done yet. You wanted to cum. You pulled him out of you, and he watched as his spend dripped out of your swollen mound.

Before he could ask if you were okay, you were already back on him, your thighs now straddling one of his.

"What are you doing?" he asked darkly, raising a brow.

"Shut up," you hissed, rubbing your clit on the meat of his thigh, not wanting to lose any fraction that was already built up.

He caught the hint, his hands finding your hips once again as he helped you drag your throbbing cunt against the skin of his leg. All the while, he whispered filthy things in your ear, knowing it would get you there faster.

"Look at you go. Bet you're not so tired now, eh? Humping my leg like a little bunny. Such a good girl, huh?" he coaxed in your ear, and you nodded desperately, immediately agreeing with whatever he was saying. You just wanted to cum.

Finally, you felt yourself come right up to the edge. Jack knew all your body language perfectly, smirking at you as he began to speak.

"Come on, cum for me, baby. Let me watch you cum,"

And you did. Oh, you did. Your ears rang as your eyes shut tight, feeling your body tense and shake as you let your orgasm sweep you away.

Jack helped you ride through it, his words of praise now seeping into your brain.

"Good girl, there you go," he crooned as you began to catch your breath.

You panted as you slumped against him, hearing his heartbeat once more, matching your breathing with his. You felt him press a small kiss to the crown of your head.

"Thank you," he whispered, and all you could do was nod.

Then he began to stand, "Now come on. Let's go take a shower."

"Can I bring the wine?" you asked intently.

"Fuck it," he laughed.

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3 Months Later

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"You're doing it again,"

Jack looked up at you at the sound of your voice. He was sitting there, his hands folded and his jaw clenched, his leg bouncing up and down in anxiety as he went back to staring at the developing pregnancy test on the table.

"What?" he finally said.

"You're overthinking. I can see it in your face."

He rolled his eyes, seeming harsher than he intended. But he was nervous. In complete honesty, you were the first thing Jack had that had any semblance of normal. and after the things he's done and after the things he'd seen, normal was everything he wanted. And that's what this baby meant.

He craved normal. Life as an assassin didn't really scream domestic. But with you, everything he had ever wanted was wherever you were.

"Whatever the test reads, we'll be okay," you ensured, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around the anxious man, doing your best to calm his rapturing nerves.

"Yeah," he agreed, taking a deep breath, "We'll be okay."

The timer suddenly went off, the both of you perking up, chomping at the bit to get to the test, your fingers clutching it as you looked at it.

You gasped.

Jack froze.

You bolted into his arms, test in hand, bawling like a baby.

"You're gonna be a dad, Jack! You're gonna be a dad!!" you squealed, your arms wrapped tightly around him as he held you tight.

He began to tear up, "Really?"

You pulled back and nodded, showing him the test that read positive. He took it in his hands as a means to do a double-take, looking at the two little blue lines.

Without a word, he embraced you again, holding you tighter. His voice was muffled against your shoulder. From him came a small:

"Thank you."

[lovysmtalks]

Oh, How I wish

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Hello there, happy late Halloween, chapter took longer then I expected, but I'm back on my routine, I might need a bit of help writing since it's kinda hard to think at times, let me know if you're interested :)

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter III.

The powerful sun hit Marinette's, the big day was starting. Surprisingly she woke up before Chloe so decided to splash her with cold water

"WHERE IS THE AKUMA?" The blonde with her eyes still closed and now wet hair

The silent room was replaced with wheezes from Marinette, who was rolling on the floor at the blondes face

"Very funny." She said while staring at Marinette with the most deadly stare, you could basically see fire besides her

"Sorry Chloe, I just wanted to let you know I'll be going for a run and will catch up to you in time for the tour" Marinette said brightly

"Ugh, just get your phone with you so I can call you if you lose your ass around here" the blonde said as she fell back asleep

The black haired girl giggled at her friend's worry.

Marinette leaned down and kissed Chloe's forehead then left quietly

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It was 4 am when the small arrive Infront of the LexCorp. building

She's never been so anxious. She might be as well scared. Lex wouldn't hurt his daughter right?

Well, he's about to know that he has a daughter.

She understood her biological mother, he was a big CEO, and a very social face. She couldn't blame Chyou for not telling him about the pregnancy, they weren't even lovers when everything happened...her mother was scared of the pregnancy, so when little Marinette was born, she was handed to Sabine, Chyou's sister.

Mari for the past year planned this meeting. Probably most of the reason she's in gotham right now was because she knew he would be here

She took a step forward and she entered the building.

The girl opened her phone, dialing a number anxiously

"Hey Mercy, I arrived, I'm at the entrance...No Im not held at gunpoint, I'm just nervous...ok, I'll wait for you." And the call cut.

When Sabine told her after the divorce that she wasn't her biological mother and she told her everything she knew about her biological dad

It was alot all of a sudden, but once her life turned for the worst, more then it was after the divorce. Marinette started searching for her father

She somehow got a hold of his body guard, Mercy She surprisingly heard Marinette out, and even let her meet her dad

"Marinette." The voice of the older woman said

Mari flinched, making her jump out of her thoughts

The small girl turned around to see Mercy, who was dressed appropriately for a body guard, but she didn't look as much as a threat when she looked at Mari, she looked at the much smaller girl with a soft smile

"This way" she put a hand on the black haired girl and they both started to walk to the lift

It was very quiet until Mercy started to speak, breaking the awkward silence that sat between the two of them

"Hey, don't stress so much, even if he doesn't accept or believe you, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you'' Mercy said as she patted the anxious girl's head

All Marinette did was nod as the lift stopped Infront of a big door

"I'll go in first take a breath" and she was gone through the door

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'Its 4 am' the man thought

He was never this early in his office

But for some reason he couldn't sleep, so he decided to come earlier

His heart was beating very fast, like it was about to explode

The man just got himself a cup of tea and tried to calm down. He couldn't let anyone see him in such a state. His image would be ruined

Getting out of his own world, he saw Mercy talking to someone on the other side of his office

'oh how great, who in the right mind would come here at this hour' he says massaging his temples in frustration

"Mr.Luthor, you have someone who would like to meet you." Mercy said as she approached Lex's desk

"Who the fuck woke up at 4 am to come meet me?" Lex said furiously

"Why don't you see it yourself before you get all butt hurt" the body guard argued back

"Come in" the man said while his eyes shot to the door

The big door opened, revealing a pretty small Asian girl, her hair was in a low ponytail kinda weird since the hair was cut pretty short, her top was black with long sleeves and her bottoms were black as well, with some low boots who were making the girl taller then she actually was

Lex sighed as he got into a professional position

He opened his mouth to speak but then

They made eye contact

Lex's heart finally calmed down, but his body moved on his own and now he was infront of the girl

He couldn't move. All he could look at was her face, he could tell she was scared

The man studied her features

One of her eyes was bright blue and the other one was a combination of very light green and blue

He was so much taller then her and then it hit him

"Chyou?" He asked, everything of this girl reminded him of the girl he met 17 years ago. The girl he felt so safe with, the girl who showed him the beautiful parts of the world

"Hello Father"

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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

[tommytranselo]

honestly the more i think about henry the more i wonder how the fuck he lived that long. redundant post but like

the shower option in chapter 11. he walks into the bathroom, checks himself out in the mirror, says his silly little "gotta do better than that, old timer" line, THEN shoots. this exact kind of drawn out gloating got him SHOT six years ago; has he learned nothing? was he really so dead certain leo was unarmed? idk, i can maybe cut him some slack on the grounds that perhaps he didn't realize leo was in there at first, or maybe he figured not spoiling him was the best way to not get shot (stupid imo but whatever), but still. this seems to be a problem for him. and with contract #13 in early 1945, he averages close to 1 per year; leo would've been 19 or 20, probably. so clearly he's doing well for himself on that front, but i don't see how! and if you hide under the bed he'll check there and vito asks "why do you have to be so damn thorough?"...something doesn't add up. henry's only an idiot half the time? his brain works till he gets somebody at gunpoint then the adrenaline kicks in and he's compelled to be a total dumbass?

and then the absolute bullshit that is the gas stamps mission; as little effort as possible went into that. the jewelry store heist seems to have been joe's plan. the sand island hit was a simple plan, but it seems like it should've been solid (i guess murder really is his strong suit) if not for them standing super obviously in the window and blowing it. my point here is...has he gotten other people arrested or worse with his shitty planning? like in the 14 years of working for clemente before he met vito, how many times has stuff like this happened? who else's lives has he ruined like he did vito's?

and you know, i can excuse him being dumb in 1951 because he's had a very rough few months and also probably an earth-shattering epiphany wrt his priorities, so i'll cut him some slack. he's entitled to a little stupidity. i won't even hold the drug dealing against him because dumb as it was, it was motivated by feelings that warrant that kind of bullshit. but was something going on in 1945 to make him act like that or is he just like that all the time. was it clemente & luca being up in arms about sidney pen surviving a previous hit? was that it? was he just under a lot of pressure at that specific point in time and made some bad decisions, or is he just always this much of a dipshit and never suffered the consequences until he came into contact with vito "doomed by the narrative" scaletta who's just so cosmically fucked it completely overrode even henry's unbelievably potent lucky bastard energy just by virtue of being near him

[hockeysweetheart]

Reactions to peeta giving Katniss a pearl.

Effie

Apparently, Effie Trinket's duties did not conclude at the station. She and Haymitch will be overseeing us right into the arena. In a way, that's a plus because at least she can be counted on to corral us around to places on time whereas we haven't seen Haymitch since he agreed to help us on the train. Probably passed out somewhere. Effie Trinket, on the other hand, seems to be flying high. We're the first team she's ever chaperoned that made a splash at the opening ceremonies. She's complimentary about not just our costumes but how we conducted ourselves. And, to hear her tell it, Effie knows everyone who's anyone in the Capitol and has been talking us up all day, trying to win us sponsors.

"I've been very mysterious, though," she says, her eyes squint half shut. "Because, of course, Haymitch hasn't bothered to tell me your strategies. But I've done my best with what I had to work with. How Katniss sacrificed herself for her sister. How you've both successfully struggled to overcome the barbarism of your district."

Barbarism? That's ironic coming from a woman helping to prepare us for slaughter. And what's she basing our success on? Our table manners?

"Everyone has their reservations, naturally. You being from the coal district. But I said, and this was very clever of me, I said, 'Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls!'" Effie beams at us so brilliantly that we have no choice but to respond enthusiastically to her cleverness even though it's wrong.

Coal doesn't turn to pearls. They grow in shellfish. Possibly she meant coal turns to diamonds, but that's untrue, too. I've heard they have some sort of machine in District 1 that can turn graphite into diamonds. But we don't mine graphite in District 12. That was part of District 13's job until they were destroyed.

I wonder if the people she's been plugging us to all day either know or care.

"Unfortunately, I can't seal the sponsor deals for you. Only Haymitch can do that," says Effie grimly. "But don't worry, I'll get him to the table at gunpoint if necessary."

Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire

Johanna keeps watch while Finnick, Peeta, and I clean and lay out the seafood. Peeta's just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. "Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls," he says earnestly to Finnick.

"No, it doesn't," says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. "For you." I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.

"Thanks," I say, closing my fist around it. I look coolly into the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.

The laughter drains from those eyes, and they are staring so intensely into mine, it's like they can read my thoughts. "The locket didn't work, did it?" Peeta says, even though Finnick is right there. Even though everyone can hear him. "Katniss?"

"It worked," I say.

"But not the way I wanted it to," he says, averting his glance. After that he will look at nothing but oysters.

Okay lol so I added these two bits ( I won't do that often but it's to get some references to the gifs I'm about to do)

Effie

Finnick

Beetee

Johanna

Katniss and Peeta

Audience

Olaf

Haymitch

Miners

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[mysticgalaxie]

After Dr. Randolph Bell broke it off with Quovadis, and he assumed that all would be fine, after the dust settled. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Chapter 2

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It was a unusually quiet night at the hospital. Kit was still on call, she had to work some overtime at the hospital. As she walked past the nurses station, she heard a nurse talking to their friends.

"Its pretty quiet tonight." They said.

The people just kinda stared at her, as if she had said a devils curse. Which, everyone had a feeling she did.

"Never say the q word." Another nurse warned, as they got word an ambulance would be brining in a stab victim.

Kit sighed and turned to the nurses.

"What is the address of this place? Like, how far away?" She questioned.

The nurse looked down and answered her, telling her the address, which Kit knew was the bar that all of her colleagues had went to.

Kit crossed her arms and slowly nodded. "That's where Dr. Bell and his colleagues went after shift. They should still be there. Be ready for them to arrive." Kit warned, worry in her tone. She knew of Randolph's falling out with Quovadis, and what could have possibly gone wrong. She just tried not to think too much about that until she was sure about what happened.

But she couldn't shake the feeling something horrible happened.

~

As Gordon stepped into the groups line of sight, it was as if a fiery rage exploded in Conrad's eyes. "You son of a bitch!" Conrad yelled, his hands making fists instinctively.

This only seemed to amuse Gordon, who laughed in response to Conrad. "Ooh, it would appear somebody is feisty~"

Conrad's fists shook. He nearly went to step forward but he felt a gun press against his temple. He froze, as Gordon grinned. "Ah, yeah. If i were you, I'd stay put."

Conrad growled lowly, staying quiet as he knew it wouldn't do anything but make Gordon even happier. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and he felt slightly defeated as he realized it had only been a few long minutes since he called 911. He feared they wouldn't be here fast enough.

His eyes wandered back to Randolph, and his anger only grew. He shouldn't be in this situation. He wanted nothing more than to go help him.

Nic was in a bit of a panic mode, Devon was silent but trying to help her relax. Mina, who was beside aj and Conrad, just touched Conrad's arm. She didn't want to say anything given their current situation.

After a moment of staring  at the group of doctors, Gordon got bored and walked over to Randolph's body. He knelt down, touching some of Randolph's blood. He smirked, tossing Conrad's bloody shirt away. Quickly, blood began to pool around Randolph.

Conrad's voice cracked a bit as he managed to speak. "Please, let me help him." He nearly begged, and Mina just gently rubbed Conrad's shoulder.

Gordon rolled his eyes. "He fucked me over, he fucked over my company and now he will pay the price."

Conrad was all out of options, and so was everybody else. Everybody was panicking a bit but Conrad seemed the most panicked and/or determined out of them all.

"Please. I'll do anything you want. Don't kill him. Don't let him die. Please..." Conrad begged again. Nobody in the room reacted aside from Gordon, who didn't even step away from Randolph. He kept his eyes on Randolph's body as he spoke to Conrad.

"Tempting. But my plan has gone PERFECTLY! There's not a chance in hell I'm letting this go!" Gordon yelled, causing Nic and Conrad to both flinch. Conrad had never felt more helpless in his whole life. And that was saying something.

Gordon then regained his full composure as he stood up. "Well, I believe this shitshow has gone on for long enough. Let's end this, shall we?" He smirked, and as he pulled out a gun Conrad felt tears start to bubble at his eyes. Nic was in shock, everyone else was either blank or panicking in their own way.

Gordon pointed the gun at Randolph's head. "Don't do this! Just let him go!" Conrad yelled, but it was futile. As Gordon placed his finger against the trigger, Conrad found himself holding his breath, not even realising it. He thought his heart might just stop right there. He knew it was over.

Until the bartender ran over and attacked Gordon. Gordon ended up shooting higher up on the wall in surprise, thankfully it missed Randolph.

Gordon and the bartender kept fighting, none of the other men shot because they didn't want to hurt Gordon. While the two fought, they heard sirens outside. Gordon, in a panic pushed the bartender off and shot him in the head. Mina gasped in surprise. Conrad and Nic flinched in surprise.

Gordon panicked still. "What the fuck!?" He yelled. "Get the fuck outta here!" He spoke as he took one last look at Randolph before he quickly ran out. The rest of the group had no choice but to follow.

Conrad ran over to Randolph as quickly as he possibly could, tears running down his face before he could stop them. He pulled Randolph close to him, trying to put pressure on the wound. He used the other hand to check his pulse, and feeling how weak it was nearly sent Conrad spiraling.

Aj and Devon walked over to check on the man who had gotten shot, though they both knew he had to be dead after that. Mina hugged Nic, trying to get her to calm down even a little bit. Normally, everybody in this room was stone faced during danger. But this was personal. Nobody really knew how to feel.

Within a matter of seconds, paramedics rushed through the door and over to Conrad and Randolph. Conrad was a bit hysterical as the paramedics pulled Randolph away from him and onto the gurney. They started to work on him, trying to stop the bleeding as much as possible before getting him into the ambulance.

Conrad stayed against the floor, just staring at Randolph's body. He didn't know why he was reacting this way. Randolph was just his boss, it wasn't like it was his family. But right now, he couldn't control his emotions much less figure them out.

He wasn't hearing anything that was happening. He was zoned out, but as soon as they started wheel Randolph outside, Conrad jumped up. "I'm - I'm coming with him." Conrad spoke, and the paramedic nodded. As they got Randolph into the back of the ambulance, Conrad looked down at his blood covered hands. Each time he got this much blood on his hands it wasn't any easier than the first.

As soon as he could, he got inside the ambulance. The paramedics shut the doors, and Conrad turned his attention back to Randolph. Without really thinking about it, Conrad grabbed his hand and held it. He didn't let go the whole ride to the hospital.

Back at the bar, Nic, Mina, Devon and Aj had to stay back. They knew the cops were going to arrive and want to question them about what happened. And they were nervous about telling the truth. They knew Gordon would come for ALL of them after this. But they couldn't defend him or lie to the cops. They knew what they needed to do.

After around 5/10 minutes, the ambulance arrived at the hospital.  They jumped up and got Randolph out as quickly as they could, as doctors rushed out to help them. Conrad stepped out and stepped back, knowing they needed space. That and he knew he wouldn't be any help. The cold air hit his bare chest, causing shivers to run up his spine.

Kit ran out after a moment, looking at Randolph as they wheeled him off, then back to Conrad. "Oh my god Conrad, What happened?" She asked, trying to keep composed as she could see Conrad was far from it.

Conrad snapped out of his state a bit as he looked up at her. "He was stabbed... Gordon page and Quovadis orchestrated everything... We were all held at gunpoint... Gordon almost killed him and I couldn't help him. If he dies I.." He cut himself off with a deep inhale.

Kit frowned. "That's absolutely terrible... I'm so sorry that happened. But I know Randolph. He's been through a lot, I'm sure he'll be just fine." She tried to convince Conrad.

Conrad looked at her. "Nic had a bad feeling about everything. I should have just listened to her... If we had listened maybe he'd still be okay..." Conrad spoke. He was in slight denial, going over everything that had happened before Randolph got stabbed. Thinking of everything he could have possibly done to prevent what happened.

Kit moved closer and touched his shoulder. "That's the denial talking. Don't let it rule you. Come on, lets get you cleaned up.." She spoke with a gentle smile as she led Conrad inside. She was worried but Conrad came first. There wasn't anything she could do to help Randolph, anyway.

But she knew that if Randolph survived, not only would it be a long road to recovery, it would be hell to fight through their war with Quovadis. This was just the beginning.