#i wouldn't be able to do that on the spot!

[theyluvivi]

"STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM ME"... CLIENT!CHRIS.

You're drunk. You'll admit that, but it's the good type of a drunk—Not the wallowing in pity type of drunk.

You're at a party with all your girlfriends and you look good, like really good. And you feel good. You're finally standing on business.

Actually. You blocked Matt and Chris on everything, and even though you wanna unblock Chris, just a teensy a bit, you refuse to let yourself be used like that ever again.

It's the reason you don't date in the first place.

Men fucking suck.

The one that his arm wrapped around you right now is okay, though. His name is.... Luca? No, not Luca... maybe Luke? Lucas? Something with an L. You and him went shot for shot for earlier, which probably wasn't a good idea, but he's fun, you're having fun.

He's nice, like super nice. You could see yourself self liking him, you see him waking up in your bed and not immediately trying to leave. Plus, you can tell that's he's actually into you and not just talking to you in hopes in getting into your pants.

Plus, plus he has friends for your friends. That's even better.

He's the complete opposite of Chris. Blonde, tall, actually interested in you... dating him wouldn't be bad.

You giggle at the story he's telling you, biting your lip when you notice how red he's turned just from you smiling at him. "You really broke your arm like that?" He playfully rolls his eyes, "You try getting getting a ball out of a tree that high!"

You laugh so hard you shed a few tears. You even throw your head back. "It's not funny!"

When you finally stop laughing, you just grin at him, "It's a little funny," You take a gulp of your white claw, frowning when you realize that you finished it. "M' going to get another one of these? Do you want a drink?"

"I'm good." You nod, giggling again when you hear the squeak he lets out before you get up from the couch you guys are sitting on and wander off to the kitchen. You're chilling, searching around the kitchen for a cooler or at least a cup to pour some vodka in.

And you can feel the shift in the air, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You turn slightly, and you don't need to see his face to know he's here. You're able to recognize him just by his beanie.

He's spots you almost immediately. You're fucked.

You swallow hard. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath because you know that he's walking to you and that even if you were to sprint, you wouldn't be able to get back to your friends.

You don't have another moment to prepare, as soon as you open your eyes he's there, in front of you. "What?"

He scoffs. The fucking audacity— "Are you fuckin' serious?" You just cock a brow, tilting your head at him with the most unamused look on your face. "Blocking me on everythin', posting on your story grinding on some random dude—"

Oh, that's how he found you. You tune the rest out because you don't care how he saw, but—Him acting like he doesn't do the same thing?

"Are you fuckin' serious?" You accuse, "You do the same shit to me but when I do it back I'm the bad guy?" He crosses his arms, brows lowering. "You knew exactly how I was when you let me fuck you—"

"So you get to go out and fuck every girl on campus but when I go to a party and dance with a guy, its a fuckin' problem?" His jaw clenches, eyes searching yours as he slickly tries to look away.

"Answer me, Chris." You know you're about to cry, that feeling in chest getting stronger by the second. "Chris, I swear—" You say, voice still as strong as ever. "You didn' even—" He murmurs, "Shut the fuck up." He flinches, his eyes widening as you raise yell at him.

You can feel everyone at the party staring, even your friends. But, you don't care. You need to get this out.

"We're not together—we were never together, but you think you get to control me? Use me for a quick fuck and some weed? You're crazy." Hot tears run down your face, ruining your makeup.

"You're a terrible person, Chris— the shittiest, most terrible person I've ever met— And I hope everyone that's in your life realizes that and leaves you—" You shove him, voice starting to get wobbly, "Y-you treat girls like they're toys— you treated me like I was nothing—" You take a deep breath, refusing to let the sob in your throat come out.

"I never wanna see you again." You finally get out, words that have been on your mind since this entire argument started. You wipe your face, attempting to walk off, "Dea—" He grabs your wrist, "I'm serious." You yank yourself out of his grip.

"Stay the fuck away from me."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @badgallrora @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @sweeethrt @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: ummmm who missed their most toxic situation ship!

[shigarosie]

more frank castle pleaseeeee

"You're wearing a dress."

You glance up from your vanity, catching Frank's eyes in the mirror. It wasn't uncommon for him to just appear in your apartment, surprisingly quiet for someone of his size, whether it be for first aid or just to check in on you. After a quick scan over his body, you concluded it must be the latter this time.

"I am," you answer, returning to the task at hand and blushing up your cheeks. Once you'd applied your setting spray, you stood and held your arms out to present yourself. "Does it looks alright?"

His eyes look over your body like trickling water, slow and methodical. The little black dress was simple, but you thought the cut was flattering on your body. Enough cleavage to entice, but not so much that you looked desperate for someone to stare at your chest. A waistline that cinched you, but wasn't so uncomfortable you wouldn't be able to eat.

"Never seen you all dressed up," Frank says, not answering the question.

Nerves bubbled in your stomach. Was that his way of politely avoiding telling you you looked bad? You glanced down at yourself, then at your watch. There wasn't time for you to change your outfit again. You sighed. This would have to do.

"Yeah, it's my first date in a while," you admitted. You grabbed your heals- tall enough to give you some height, not so tall that you couldn't walk in them- and slipped them on. Where did you leave your purse?

"Who is he?"

You almost didn't catch the edge in his voice. Almost.

"Don't worry, I already ran a background check on him," you assured, still looking around for the little bag that matched your dress. "He's clear. I met him at work, he's in a different department. He's been flirting with me for a while so I decided to just go for it and ask him out."

You finally spotted the handbag sitting on the chair by your window, just beside Frank. You walked over to grab it but he caught your wrist first. When you glanced up at him through your false lashes, he looked confused and... Honestly a little pissed off. But that was pretty normal for Frank.

"You asked him out?"

"Well I'm not getting any younger," you joked, hoping it covered up how much you wished you hadn't been the one to actually make a move on the guy. "It's not like I have men lining up at my door waiting for their turn to take me out and woo me. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, y'know?"

Frank watched you grab your bag and stop by your mirror again to fiddle with your jewelry. His jaw clenched. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't worthy of your time. Not if he made you wait around, made you do the work.

You sighed as you gave yourself one last glance over. "It'll have to do," you mutter to yourself. You turn and face him. "Was there something you needed, or are you just checking up on me?"

You didn't realize he'd been holding a hand behind his back the whole time. He gripped the bouquet of flowers tightly, nearly breaking the stems.

"Nothing important," he says.

"Okay, feel free to hang out here a while if you want," you tell him as you grab your coat and head towards the door. "There's beer in the fridge, help yourself!"

He doesn't say anything. He watches you leave, a jittery smile on your face. You looked nervous, but happy. For a moment he thinks he's getting a glimpse of a younger version of you.

The lock in your door clicks, and Frank pulls himself back out on your fire escape, making sure you get into your Uber safely. The car drove off, taking you to another man, and there was nothing he could do about it.

[lunatic-pudge]

Top 3 Kinks (Micah, Dutch, and Arthur)

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Don't ask, just accept it plz. I'm thirsting for people I shouldn't and nothing can stop me. Will add John and Javier later. Yes, we're including Javier now. He's working a place in my heart.

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Micah Bell:

-Breeding: When trying to hit on Abigail, Micah mentions that he is interesting in Fathering. I know that he's probably bullshitting here and he wouldn't make a good Father, but hear me out. Micah would be the type to hate condoms and hate having to pull out. He likes the thought of knocking his partner up. He wants to get them pregnant and is determind to make it happen. He wants a little Micah Bell IV and he'll do whatever it takes. He'll stuff you to the brim with his cum, making sure none of it leaks out of you. Be ready for multiple rounds and this man saying some of the most vile things to you. But it turns you on, don't deny it

-Gunplay: If there's one thing Micah can't live without, it's his guns. They are his everything and he is never without them. So don't be so surprised when he asks if he can bring those said guns into the bedroom. Don't worry, there will be no bullets in the chamber and the safety will be on. But dear oh God, how he just wants to fuck you with his revolvers so bad. He'll do anything to make it happen, even if he has to beg for it

-Breathplay: Loves being able to pin you down by the neck and cut the bloodflow to your head. He also loves seeing the marks he leaves after being so rough with your neck. But don't think he just wants to choke you. He'll gladly let you put your hands around his neck and give it everything you got. Micah loves to choke and loves to be choked. Any marks will be proudly worn the next day

Dutch Van Der Linde:

-Powerplay: Loves being in control and having the upper hand. Wants to be called names like Sir, Master, or even Daddy. Dutch doesn't like being a sub or giving up his power. He HAS to be the one in control or he will stop everything. And if you fail to address him properly or try to take control, punisment is swift and harsh

-Spanking: This plays part to the power play. If you do something out of line or try to make him jealous, Dutch won't hesitate to bend you over his knee and spank you as punishment. His heavy hand smacking against the softness of your ass. And the feel of his rings also? Just *insert chef's kiss here*

-Mirror Sex: Dutch loves having a mirror involved. Especially if he's taking you from behind and the mirror is situated in front of your face. Then he can watch and see all the pleasure he's giving you. It fuels his ego and gives him more pride than he needs. He'll make you look at him through the mirror too. Demanding you keep eye contact or he'll stop

Arthur Morgan:

-Cockwarming: Arthur loves having you sit on his thick cock while acting like nothing is happening. He'll let you warm his cock up while he cleans his guns and let you hold onto him, desperate for more. He likes having to test his patience and see how long it takes til he runs out of said patience and fucks the life outta you

-Praising: Arthur can't go a round of sex while praising the hell out of you. He HAS to praise you or he won't feel satisfied. And while he'll say some of the sweetest things to you while you two get it on, if you switch it up on him you'll fluster the poor man. Arthur doesn't think he's worthy of the praises from you and it just throws him off. But in secret, he loves it. Makes him wanna cum right there on the spot

-Daddy Dom: I know this one is a rather controversial take, but I can see Arthur being into the whole Daddy dom thing. Like, Javier, he's a service dom, and if it means being Daddy to you, then he'll gladly do it. I just feel like Arthur fits the Daddy role real well and would be protective over his baby, taking care of them and their needs without hesitation

[evecolourshock]

:)

Given @betasuppe and I had a similar idea but it was mostly Beck using the weird coding quirks instead (here)... have continuation of that, and a story!

Beck squints at Tron for a moment. Launching oneself with a weird reaction to jumping into a corner? Falling through the floor?

"...like the time I accidentally teleported to Bostrum, before there was a Virus there?" Beck asks cautiously. "One moment I was on a staircase in Purgos' back streets, the next middle of Bostrum's industrial area. Everyone was really nice about getting me home."

Tron does that thing where he'd be smirking if he could... and giggling if he wouldn't ruin his reputation. "Yes."

"Can you teach me how to do that on purpose?"

Tron, Beck thinks, would be beaming if his face could move that way.

It takes a while for those lessons to start, but Beck's... kind of looking forwards to them? So much so there's a spring in his step noticeable enough for his friends to comment on it, for Able to try interrogating him for why he's in a good mood, for Pavel to try and fail to drag him down again.

Tron raises an eyebrow at him the next time he's in the lair. "Eager, are we?"

"Curious, excited, and a little apprehensive." Beck rattles off, choosing to be honest. "But the more we can do, the better we can outsmart them, right? And... this looks more fun than just hitting them until they fall over."

Tron... softens. That's the only way Beck can describe it. "Correct." He murmurs. Then-

One step. Tron's on the observation platform, then he's in front of Beck. Twenty paces' worth, traveled in an instant.

Beck bounces up on his toes, part surprise and part delight. So cool. "I guess that'll be lesson... three?" He teases, knowing Tron's pace of teaching by now.

"Four." Tron corrects, clapping Beck on the shoulder. "Lesson one is finding the right place to do that. And... that's best done practically."

Beck grins at his mentor. "Good job I've got time off work for a while, then." Spending time with his friend, out exploring? Sounds like a good time to him.

Beck pokes his head, and then his whole body through a wall. He's supposed to be laying low, sleeping and working and generally pretending to be a normal Mechanic...

Tron needs him more, right now.

"Just me." Beck murmurs, curling up with Tron. One hand comes to cup his shoulder, too low on energy to squeeze hello. "You're safe. I hid the way in."

His mentor raises his weary, scarred head, wounded and weakened by torment he only just managed to escape. Pulled to safety through a short-lived glitch point, clear across the Grid - so similar to the one Beck found all those cycles ago, used on purpose before it got deactivated via copious amounts of explosives.

Beck doesn't want to know what his body count is now. He suspects it's higher than either of them ever wanted.

Tron shudders, then relaxes. This little... nowhere-space, a room with no doors, is the safest place Beck could bring him after the rescue, and he knows it. Doesn't mean he's not terrified of someone finding him anyway.

Beck rumbles a low hum in his chest, a content Mechanic reassuring his friend. He passes Tron an energy pouch - helps him hold it, when Tron's fingers spasm and shake too much. "We'll be okay." Beck promises, quiet and sure. "And- hey, when you're healed, we can go find that spot where you can drop into the caverns again. Explore the crystal caves."

Tron's face does that thing where he'd be smiling if he could.

Beck smiles back, soft and gentle.

Tron using speedrunner strats to get around during the occupation

Beck: I called you two minutes ago, how’d you get here so fast?

Tron: You know that triangular warehouse on the south corner at the end of Roy Street? If you jump backwards into the third corner at just the right angle, you can break the physics engine and launch yourself out of the skylight at a ridiculous speed. I wingsuited the rest of the way.

Beck: I can’t tell if you’re joking.

Tron: Kevin sucks at making corners.

Beck: Is this like that time you told me to ‘just clip through the floor’ when guards were coming?

Tron: That was my mistake. Clu’s been fixing them, the bastard.

[havenshereagain]

WIP Wednesday!

I did finally finish the de-aged Tim fic (i'm waiting for that prompt for batfam week to post) so i'm not gonna post a snippet of it, but I do have two others to post from! One is kinda a vent fic of a thing i've been thinking about in my own life applied to Tim and Dick (i know i make their relationship strained a lot, but i enjoy playing with their dynamic) - not sure why i've been thinking about it since it happened years ago, but i am. The other is inspired by finding out DC has their own version of ao3, with Jaytim both being fic writers reading each other's hero RPF without realizing who the other is

Tim and Dick Vent Fic

Dick's face softened slightly at that and he patted Tim's hand. "You're too old for that, bud," he said, and Tim felt his heart break. Of course. It was the same argument his parents always used about physical affection - it was childish to want, Tim was too old, he was better than that. He just hadn't expected Dick to think the same thing.

He wrenched his hand from Dick's, turning on his side away from him. "Righ'," he muttered, trying to blink back the tears welling in his eyes. "'m too old t'need t'be taken care of. You can-" he broke off to cough, sitting up against the pillows but still keeping his eyes off Dick. Tim couldn't look at him right now. "You can go." Tim felt a hand on his shoulder and pulled away from it, lurching forward with another cough.

Jaytim Tales of Our Own

Tim was always blown away by how well dar managed to write he and Jason's relationship. They almost always managed to actually get Red Robin right - he wouldn't just stand back or stand down, he would argue with Red Hood, push back against his bullshit, and, when they wrote combat, was able to hold his own easily. They wrote Hood getting saved by Red more often than the other way around, though the new fic was an exception.

It was actually reminiscent of something that'd happened maybe a month or so ago, where Tim got in over his head with some drug traffickers and waited until the last minute to call for back up - only for Jason to show up barely two minutes later and decimate the guys. Jason had apparently already been on his way for his own reasons when Tim's call for back up went through, and he was pissed about Tim going in on his own. The two had actually argued briefly on a rooftop about it - maybe a clip of that had been the inspiration? Usually Tim was good about not being filmed, but he'd been tired and annoyed that night, and even he wasn't perfect about spotting onlookers.

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello and happy Wednesday Fandom and wonderful readers :) This was another solid episode. The hitman SL could be interpreted in a few ways I think. Which is kind of fun. I'll be real honest I'm not 100 percent sure what the endgame is and such. This doesn't feel done. But that is the fun part of these 'First' impressions. Those first initials thoughts. Would I like to be spot on and right all the time? Sure who wouldn't be? haha

But I'm also ok being off or wrong about this as well. I'm sure my outlook will be wildly different when this ep gets added to my master list this summer. I was entertained though I will say that. We got to have Tim/Angela on a case too. What's not to love there? Bestie time is always appreciated.

Second LOVED The Lucy/Celina SL. I'm very close to my sister so it struck an emotional chord with me. Just like her sister SL did the first time. As a all around episode I really enjoyed it. Not gonna say it was 7x08, 7x09, 7x11 or 7x12 caliber but I liked it all around like last ep. That is the theme of this season. Plus I'll never say no to another hug. Ever. Hard to believe we're in the home stretch. The final 5 are left including this one. This has gone way too fast. Only 4 left after this one. Better to not dwell on that too long. Let us begin.

7x14 Mad About Murder

We start off in what has become my happy place this season. Tim's house. Just makes me giddy to be there. No matter the occupants with him. Obviously the most enjoyable is when Lucy is there ha. But I'm getting such joy out of the use of it. I'm sure Eric was thrilled considering he fought so hard to get it back. Love that man. Oh Captain, my Captain.

Tim invited Miles over to strong arm him into the touch football game. Which is beyond precious by the way. I love seeing Tim so passionate about it. We know how much he loves football. What it means to him. Also how competitive he is. Was giving 1x05 vibes. Their convo is interrupted by a knock. The minute Tim opened the door and that man said his rank and name I was anxious.

Now I will say the way he cocked his gun and reopened the door. Have mercy. I was here for it. Tim in streets plus that? Thank you writers for this morsel. The dude's face when Tim reappears with the gun is priceless. Not what he signed up for. But what did he expect showing up to a cop's house with a message like that? Tim doesn't have time for this and has Miles cuff the guy.

This is where all my questions and anxiety stem from for this SL. Questions like. Who is this person? Why are they wanting to take down this site? But mostly WHY Tim? Why deliver it to him? This is where my nerves kick in. This unknown voice saying they will destroy him if he tries to find out. They could mean 'You.' as the collective LAPD 'You.' But they could also not.

Now would I be reacting this way if this was delivered to Nolan? No. Not even a little bit. Sorry John. lol But I am over protective over him and Lucy. More so than anyone else on this show. Something I'm sure is obvious af to you all. The fact that this landed on Tim's doorstep put me on edge from the moment it happened.

Just didn't sit right with me. Them finding Tim at his house and presenting it the way they did. I could be overreacting but my initial gut reaction to this was anxiety and questions. That is the fun of going through these the first time though and seeing how it unfolds. Was quite the start to the ep.

Poor Celina I can't even imagine what she was feeling. To take the darkest moment of your life and hear people talk and comment on it? What a violation. I feel dirty just writing about it. Let alone living it. I do love that Lucy love's true crime. That has always made me chuckle. She lives and breathes it and craves more in her off time.

Lucy's face when she hears Celina's name. Ugh. I would've reacted the same way. Taken off like a bat out of hell. Ready to destroy this podcaster. Lucy is barely able to keep up with Celina as she all but bolts towards this woman's place. Trying to be supportive of how she feels but wanting to keep her anger contained. Since she is a a public servant and all.

We can see the concern written all over her face as she chases Celina. She's such a good friend. I love her. We all need a Lucy in our lives friend wise. Luckily she is able to contain it best she can with Celina pulling her mom out. They run into another woman in the hall. One desperately looking for her pregnant sister who has been missing for weeks. Celina's mom volunteering them to help her. Their SL begins.

What I loved about this SL was we got to have Tim and Angela on a case together. Bestie's unite on this one. This may be random af but made me think of a thing on New Girl. 'A Classic Winston and Cece mess around.' LOL A classic Tim and Angela case. This scene above being why. The looks shared between them while they investigate these clueless people haha Didn't have the space to get third guy in but their shared looks are top notch.

That first lady is clearly checking Tim out. No shame in her game. Saying as long as his arm as she checked out his arm lmao I mean, I was checking out his arms too, but I always do that when they’re in plain view like that. The way he turns around to Angela had me cackling. Man never knows how to take being hit on. Never has. Never will.

Eric is so effortlessly funny it’s subtle, but it lands so well. And Alyssa? Her reaction in kind is absolute perfection. They're so good together. The second one hitting on Angela is too funny. I was laughing so hard. "Not this shorty.' Ha I really do love when they're paired together. Only other person Tim has this good of chemistry with on a case, besides Lucy, is Angela. Their banter and teamwork is *chef's kiss* So you'll never see me complain about them tackling a case together.

They find out hitman and clients alike are being wiped out due to website being hacked. Which is horrifying with how quickly they found that out tbh. I mean clearly the person who let Tim know and the person wiping out these people are not the same.

Makes me wonder who the hell it is.... I'm assuming that's the idea. That we aren't supposed to know. What they do know is they have a list of people to stop from being killed.

Nolan tries to make a dad joke and fails HARD. The look between them had me cracking up. I did love their in-sync turn to face John. Only other person I would be comfortable Tim having this much case chemistry with is her. Bestie magic at it's finest. They're so over Nolan's BS and I'm laughing so very hard. Thinking he has something important to say and it's that....Swing and a miss good sir. I love them.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE the authority Lucy exudes in this scene. Takes control of the situation immediately. Telling Heather she needs to leave. Not in a minute. Not after they talk. NOW. Of course she tries to contest it and that doesn't fly with Lucy. Not one bit. 'She's not in charge. I am.' *mic drop* Like hot damn girl. You're every bit the badass you don’t give yourself credit for. Look at you. I'm so proud.

Forever in awe of the confident BAMF of a woman she has become. It floors me just like Tim's growth. Makes me so happy to see. I adore Lucy taking on this leader/protector role for Celina in this episode. Knowing these waters are going to be choppy emotionally for her with this one. Celina has come a long way but this is a trigger for her. One she wouldn't be able to handle on her own.

Now I totally understand why Taylor did this. I'm very close to my sister. She's basically one of my best friends. I cannot imagine having a fallout like that and then have her go missing. I would be sick with worry and guilt. Needing to do SOMETHING to fix it. To alleviate the anxiety and worry eating me alive. I would be insane with stress and reaching out to anyone to help me. As I said earlier this SL struck a personal chord with me. They wrote this very well.

We get to the scene (other than the hug) I was most excited to get to. Some bestie time at Tim's house. Which I am more than happy they are at once again. They take a break from work and Tim asks if she wants a drink? They shift from work to personal life pretty quickly. Thank you Angela. You are a Queen and we all adore you for it. Doesn’t hold back on giving him shit in the slightest. No matter the subject. We are not worthy madam. But forever grateful.

She starts out slow. Asking about the game. If he convinced Miles to join yet or not? I love her easing him into it. She knows this man well. Tim jokes he threatened a blue page. Angela poking and prodding in a way only she can. Tim saying this game is important to him. Angela knows exactly what that is code for. All his issues with his father and what football represented for him. Doesn't waste a second calling him out for it. Tim asking if she always has to poke at his feelings? Uh duh.

Of course she wants to talk feelings. What else do you expect Timothy? Sure it's a convo she's been wanting to have for awhile with him. Especially with Tim and Lucy in a seemingly better place, a confusing, messy place, but still better. One where no one, including them, fully knows what that means. Clearly that is coming across to everyone in the station Angela included. Also love her saying he's one of the girls and girls gossip LOL Fantastic but true. What happens you have a girl-bestie my love. They wanna talk feelings.

Angela doesn't beat around the bush. Telling him to just spill it. He's not going to win this battle and he knows it. Asking Tim what's going on with him and Lucy? I will say this scene gave me 6x06 vibes. That scene in the car at the dock while they're tailing Ray. Angela giving him her advise whether he wants it or not. He isn't nearly as obstinate now as he was then. He is just a smidge this time around haha. It feels mostly banter based though. Tim replying honestly he doesn't know. It's a fair assessment.

They're in a better space but they're not fully healed. She just used his body like a jungle gym not long ago. One he was more than happy to be, but it did make things messier.... So this is a fair reply from him. Following it up with her taking the Sergeants exam. Which is his way of saying he hopes that gives him another crack at winning her back. Angela picks up on this of course. Implying as such in her reply.

Being our on screen shipper saying 'So you two can get back together?' I love her so much. Tim denies it at first. Saying it's good for her career. I mean it is but it is also good for you two and this bloody chain of command issue. Tim letting her know it has come up though.....Angela ask if she can offer a little advice? I was so excited about this for couple reasons. One another square down for my bingo card haha Two. I just really wanted a scene like this. Angela telling him like it is about Lucy. He is far more receptive than he's ever been. Even if he is sassy in his reply above.

The giving season continues on with Angela's spot on advice. Crushing it on all fronts in her guidance. Putting everything on the table since they're talking about it. Starting off with Lucy was (and still is) the best thing that's ever happened to him. FACTS. Just straight FACTS to begin with. The advice is to come. But I love her saying this to start with. We've known this for a very long time. But it is nice to hear it on screen. Just like everything else this season. It's so very satisfying to watch that become cannon. Angela watched over the years the positive impact Lucy has had on her friend. The amazing woman she's become. How happy she made him when they were together. Watched the change in Tim due to her. It had to be said.

She kicked this speech off strong and I was cheering her on. Angela soldiers forward letting him know if he is lucky enough to win her back after ALL he put her though. And as we all know far too painfully well, what he put her through was nothing short of hell. God it was hell on earth for us as well. Idk even with my previous ship I adored I felt as much agony as 6x06 made me feel. I love Angela recognizing that. I really do .She may have no idea the details but she knows the turmoil he thrust upon her with their breakup. The magnitude of it wasn't lost on her. I adore Tim nodding along with all of this. The Tim he is now, the more healed, more grounded one, knows exactly what Angela’s throwing down right now. I love that this is something that is brought up a lot. The severity of what he did doesn't fade. It's ever present.

He isn't shying away from it though. Post-therapy, there’s no one more aware of the damage he inflicted on her than Tim. I love Angela calling him on it and he is in absolute agreeance. No fight whatsoever. Her follow up to that is utter perfection. That he should be on his knees every night, praying in gratitude if he’s lucky enough to get her back. Yes he should be. GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN. Ain't no one gonna tell him straight like his bestie will. Tim understands the assignment. You can see it when he says 'Understood.' All that’s left is the convo and Lucy's forgiveness at this point. Feel like everything else is in place IMO. We are so close I can feel it.

I admire Lucy apologizing here. I would do the same thing. The guilt would be eating me up. I would want to address the elephant in the room as well. I can't sit on things. I have to talk about them or they'll suffocate me. Lucy doing this is for Celina is just the best.

It's like this episode was trying to remind me why I love Lucy Chen so much. I already knew but I don't hate the reminders. I just adore her having the foresight to know it probably upset Celina. To nip that in the bud before they really dig into this investigation. Adore this woman. Safe to say I might be a little in love with Lucy Chen too haha

I was kinda hoping they’d have a case like this living together I will say. So having them team up like this was exciting to watch. Celina thanking her is everything. She knows what balls it took for Lucy to own up to listening to that podcast. To be vulnerable and confront it like she did. I love their bond it's so sweet. I'm sure it's something Celina NEEDED to hear but would've never asked of Lucy. That's what makes the moment so impactful and special IMO. I love their friendship so very much.

This entire sequence put me on edge in the best way. It was so good. The way they teamed up and saved this girl and child. Also Lucy Chen you are an absolute BAMF. That almost doesn't seem like enough of a word for her. Holy Hell. Do you see how she flew through that window and was immediately ready to negotiate?

Gun drawn ready to talk this unstable person down? I am in awe of her Fandom. Doesn't hesitate to pull that trigger when its warranted. To save that little babies life. To think you doubted you were a bad ass in 7x11 Lucy. SMH. Bailey should be the one metaphorically holding the beer now LOL If only she could see herself the way we all saw her. Goodness she is impressive.

Look at Lucy comforting Celina. Knowing right away this must be upsetting for her. How could it not be? They got to have the ending she was robbed of. I’m sure this is striking a deep chord within her. Lucy is making sure she is ok. Letting her know it's ok if she isn't ok.

I love that so much. When you don’t get any validation growing up, it’s such a blessing to find people who do that for you. Validate your feelings. Not only that but letting you know sometimes it's ok not to be ok. I can't explain how this hit just right.

I loved Lucy being that friend in this moment for her. Something very healing about receiving it. You can see Celina wants to cry after she say this. She've given her the space to not be ok with this. It's lovely. This scene got me square in the heart I will say. What a good episode for them both. Holy cow. Lucy spots her person waiting for her and feels the siren call of him. Letting Celina know she is going to be right back. That when she is she'll take her home.

Have to get some Feral Caitlin out before we start on this hug. Mmmm god Tim showing up looking like a god damn snack. Just look at him above when he arrives. Badge showing, tight red shirt, and jeans. Lord have mercy. This man will be the death of me in the best way.... I love him coming to check on her right away. Clearly hearing she had to shoot that crazy woman. His first priority is her. She’s the first thing on his mind and the first place he runs to.

I cannot with how much I love this. Adore that Tim is the one to initiate this hug. Transparent Tim continues to make me happy beyond belief. Doesn't ask if she needs a hug. Just engulfs her in his arms, the moment she is close enough for him to scoop her up. Lucy easily folds into him. Like the perfect puzzle piece she always is in their hugs. Just locking into place like it's where she should always be. Look at her above It's the first time she's been allowed to fall apart a little.

The little happy grunt she does once she's in his arms. *screams* The look of absolute relief that he is there is getting me emotional af. Like she can breathe a little knowing he’s there. Tim happy to be the one to hold her up if only for a brief moment. Also can we talk about where her hands are and where she slowly withdraws them? So intimately placed…my goodness. Tim trying to make a joke to get her to smile. It doesn't land like he wants with her defeated reply. So he just nods being whatever she needs in this moment.

I adore Lucy being open with him about how she’s feeling. That logically she can understand how someone could be that broken. But emotionally? She is wrecked and upset. Hell I am too. That whole scene was disturbing to watch unfold. I love that she leans into him emotionally when something is upsetting and hurts. Just like old times. We all know It’s how she makes sense of things by talking them out. Lucy knows he’s steady enough of a pillar to work it out with her.

That she feels safe enough to do that with him constantly now. Look at how we started this season. She wouldn't talk to him about Seth and her initials issues. Now look at her. It’s been a slow, steady kind of healing and there’s something so beautiful in that. How naturally it's come without being rushed. I commend the writers so much this year for it's pace. The maturity of it all has blown me away.

Now Tim just screaming his feelings once again in his reply. Concern pouring out of him. The relief in his eyes knowing she’s ok is glorious. To him at the end of the day Lucy being ok is more important to him than anything else. He conveys as much to her. This man isn’t going to waste a single moment with her without making sure she knows how much she matters to him. Keep showing up for her Tim. I know I have said that a lot but it's working. His consistency in moments like this are paramount to building toward their reconciliation and that talk.

It's sweet she is leaning on him a second time here. Asking if it was ok if she didn't come to the game later? Needing his reassurance to take care of herself. He gladly gives her it. The way he builds her up before saying he’s got her back I cannot. That is his speciality this year. Building his girl up when she needs him the most. Love me some s7 Tim fandom. I loved this man before; but God almighty, he has leveled up this year and I love him even more, if that’s possible.

I adore him listing all the ways she's earned her break. The reverence in his tone as he explains all the reasons she deserves to go rest. The man doesn’t need extra reasons to be so gone for her, but she just keeps stacking them up with badass moments like this. Also we got to see a little protective Tim coming out in his reply. He wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who tried to give him crap about her missing it. Little bit of feral Tim comes out and he stops himself. And just says he’ll fill them in.

You watch him take a beat before he says it. Then finishes with 'I'll fill them in.' When really he’s wants to rip them a new asshole if they say anything. But refrains from saying as such ha Like to note the way Lucy looks at him adoringly as he answers the phone. The heart eyes are real. She didn’t decompress until her person arrived. Just being strong for Celina then he showed up and she could fall apart a little. *happy sigh* His sweet touch before he has to go has my shipper heart all happy. Gah I love them.

There is literally no purpose to this gif other than the sinfully delicious man above. Just flexing those sexy forearms as they prep. Tim Bradford is a full-blown thirst trap, and I’ve never been so dehydrated. The thirst is very real. Something about Field Tim and street clothes has me extra feral. haha *fans self*

I will say I loved Angela being the one to take Malvado down. Just like Lucy doesn't hesitate to do what must be done. After he kicked Tim and Nolan's ass....

Before she leaves she mentions the thing that's been bugging me this entire SL. Who is the person that contacted Tim? Is there any significance in him being chosen? Or was it just random? My gut just isn't sitting well with Tim being the chosen one to receive the news. So who this is? I guess that’s still TBD.... For now. I might be overreacting like I stated earlier. Simply because it's Tim who was the target to start the case. Like I said if it was Nolan I wouldn't bat an eye.

Could be mean nothing but we're headed toward the end of season.... So I'm a little on edge bout finale implications. I could be completely wrong and this has zero to do with Tim. Could have no connection to him at all. This could be another Monica fueled plan to get more players off the board.

And while that might not be him directly. If true doesn't mean he wouldn't be collateral damage in it all. Especially if this person wants revenge for being revealed and told him as much. My anxiety was cranked for this and I can't explain why. All I do know is we are not done with this whatever it is. And that's what makes me nervous. I don't have answers lol and that's ok shall see how this ends up playing out.

Tis Entire game was adorable and I loved it. As Giants fan And Eli Manning being the brother I love more I adored Cooper Manning being in this ep. That was amazing haha Also Angela trying to bribe Wes was everything LOL Nolan's face was funny in reply. Also it was pot shot at the refs from last season in the NFL I'm dying. IFYYK. Won't say no to Sports Tim in my fav color rocking a black eye. Idk why that does it for me. But honestly anything about this man does it for me let's be honest. haha Was a light and fun way to end the ep.

Next week looks GOOOOOD. I know the documentary eps aren't always well received. But I always have a soft spot for them. They're usually hilarious and more importantly produce excellent Chenford content. They're being interviewed together for it too. So I am ready for whatever goodies we get in this episode. May even get a more open Tim than we've ever seen with these. Especially if the topic of Lucy is brought up and or their relationship. It's a bummer about Abagail. I do love all the s2 tie backs this season. Rachel and Now her.

Thank you forever and always to my readers. Your likes, comments ( love chatting bout the season come chat) and reblogs fuel me. These are a fun thing I get to do for my happy place and you all make that possible so thank you. Shall see you all 7x15 :)

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Side notes-Non Chenford

Idk why hearing Eric’s voice say “previously on the rookie.” Brings me so much joy but it does LOL

Poor Nyla…I hope their meetings gain more traction in the future. Nice to see her and James in a better place it seems.

Omg these videos….I can't believe thats what they watched lol

Same day delivery for the win. Gah I miss same day delivery. Where I am now does not have it LOL I was very spoiled where I was before. Lived near a hub No where near one now...

God John’s view is stunning always blows me away when we're at his house. Legit distracts me in his house haha

Didn’t mind the FBI insert this ep. Maybe it’s the others I can’t stand LOL she’s pretty solid addition if we’re gonna have them.

So proud of Miles and his video. Love this kid. I love him using the game to get Tim to do the videos. I love him hahah well done sir. Also we better see dem videos.

[imagine-you]

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 7/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: You follow your killer and find the answers you've wanted for years. Word Count: 3.1k Author's Note: I am so nervous about this one, but I hope you all trust me to make it all right in the end. Major thanks to @thatpunkmaximoff / @fanficimagery for dealing with me and reassuring me about what I had planned for this one. Go check our her fics! She's amazing. 💖💖💖 Also, I had to listen to Gracie Abrams' I Love You, I'm Sorry on repeat while I wrote this to put me in the right headspace.

Warning for suicidal ideation from a character.

Read On AO3 // Fic Masterlist

You followed your killer down the hallway and to the stairwell. You knew where she was going, but you couldn't help but trail her, even though you should have resisted. But you had to know how she ended up back at the school.   

You knew she was expelled, but you didn't know what happened to her after leaving the school. Was she arrested? Let go? You had no idea, but after nearly thirty years, you couldn't help but want the answer to a question that had plagued you since you died.  

When she began to approach the bathroom where you died, you nearly froze. You didn't want to revisit that memory. But you didn't have your jacket with you now. If you followed her in, you wouldn't be entering your scar. But you would still be alone with your bully where you had spent the final moments of your life absolutely terrified of her.  

She stopped just outside, her hand pressed to the door like she was also hesitant to continue. You waited, just a few steps behind her, for her to make her move. 

She took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking inside. You didn't allow yourself to think too much about what you were doing as you followed her. You knew that if you reconsidered for even a moment, then you would never be able to let yourself walk back into the room that held the final moments of your life. 

When you walked into the bathroom, it was to find that she was standing by the window. You froze, remembering the last time you saw her there and what happened soon after that encounter.  

She stared at the window for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. She swayed on her feet, unsteady, before she turned around. 

You were surprised to see tears welling in her eyes. 

"Y/N," she whispered, and you startled, thinking she could somehow see you standing just across the bathroom from her.  But she had her focus fixed to a place on the floor by the sink closest to the door. 

The spot where you died.  

She took a step forward before she fell to her knees. It was like all the life drained out of her in that moment, her strings cut, as she collapsed on the tiles. She never once took her eyes off the floor where you drew your last breath. 

She dropped her head into her hands, hiding her face. Her shoulders were shaking, and you realized she was full-on crying. 

She crawled forward before sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the stall door across from the sink. 

"I know you're not here and I know this is probably stupid, but I can't talk to anyone about this. No one else in my life knows what I did. I’ve never been able to tell them." 

She stopped talking, tears steadily streaming down her face, as she closed her eyes. You found yourself drifting forward, curious, before joining her on the floor. Knowing she didn't even know you were there was a relief. Invisibility gave you confidence to sit at her side, also studying the place where you lost your life. 

"I always thought that they let me off too easy. Manslaughter," she scoffed. "It was an accident. I swear it was. I never wanted you to die.” She shook her head, her breaths coming fast and panicked. “But I still did it,” she confessed. “And you still died. And years later, all I can think about was the look on your face. You were terrified. Of me. And then you turned away and all I wanted to do was scare you. I was just so angry. All the time, I was so angry. But I didn't mean for that to happen. Never that. I never wanted that," she stressed, her voice breaking on the last word.   

She focused on her hands in her lap, twisting them together, before continuing.  

"I was a minor, so they expelled me and then they carried me off school grounds in cuffs. And they locked me up in this place for troubled kids. I spent a couple years there before I aged out. And they should've locked me up again. I wanted them to. I begged them to, because I was a coward. I didn’t want to face what I had done. I didn't even want to live." She hiccupped, her face twisting into an expression of pure agony, before she shook her head. "I wanted to die. I couldn't forget about the sound. You hitting the floor and the blood and that awful stillness. You didn't move and I panicked. I tried to give you CPR like that's ever been good for head wounds," she huffed out a shaky breath.  

You didn't realize you were crying until you felt a tear slip down your cheek. You blinked, surprised, before quickly brushing it away. You had always wondered what happened to her after she killed you. Knowing that she had never known a moment of peace since, her thoughts always on you, left you feeling oddly relieved and a little unsettled.  

"And that's when I ran to get a teacher. But it was too late. You were gone before you even hit the floor. And it was all my fault." 

She bowed her head again, closing her eyes. You could see the way her hands were trembling and you had the inane urge to try and reach out, see if you could still them. You had no idea she felt so much remorse for your death. You had assumed, that like everyone you knew when you were alive, that she forgot about you the moment she left. But you had been haunting her ever since and you never even had to leave school grounds to do it.  

"I was just so awful to you," she continued, reaching up to wipe a finger under nose, collecting stray tears and snot. "And there's no excuse for it. I was just so miserable, and I took it out on you. But you were so sweet." A sad smile graced her face as she lifted her head and looked at the sink again. "You were so sweet," she repeated, nearly wistful.  

You leaned forward, catching the expression on her face. She looked tormented, her eyes speaking volumes of the pain she was feeling. There was a part of you that had wished for this moment for so long. To see the bully who had cost you everything reduced to her lowest point. But seeing her hollowed out, filled with nothing but anguish and regret, didn't feel like the sweet vindication you had imagined.  

It felt bitter. Twisted. Wrong.  

"Everyone loved you. And I hated you for it. Because I didn't know what that was like. Everyone steered clear of me. Everyone hated me. And it took me years to realize it was because I was pushing them away. I did it to myself. And you paid the price for that. And I can never take that back." She drew a deep, shuddery breath, before her expression crumbled all over again and she began to sob.  

You watched her fall apart, giving up any sense of dignity or composure she held as she lost it on the bathroom floor where you both lost your lives.  

Time passed in shallow breaths and the soft sound of her pleading with someone she didn't realize was there right beside her to forgive her.  

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it," she chanted, shaking her head, bringing her hands up rake her nails down her face. Red lines followed in their wake, temporarily marring her skin.  

"And you know what's the worst part? They decided to let me go as long as I attended anger management classes and didn't break parole. And I'm still so miserable. I don't deserve anything good that ever happened to me and that's why I think they get ripped away from me as soon as I start to appreciate them. Dead husband. My own kid wants nothing to do with me. I stayed in the same town, never leaving it, because I can’t. I can’t leave knowing that out there is a life where this didn’t happen. I can’t let that happen. This is forever who I am. A killer,” she sneered, her expression morphing from disdain to sorrow. “And I see the way they look at me. People in this town who remember. Who know. Who hate me. They should hate me. They should drive me out with pitchforks and flames. But they don’t, because I don’t even deserve something like that. I deserve worse and they know it every time they see me. So, they ignore me instead. I don’t exist to them. So, I drink and I try to forget. But that's why it goes wrong. That’s why everything in my life goes wrong. Because I'm not trying to forget my own shitty life. I'm trying to forget you. And it's not fair. It's not fair to you. And all I can think about is how you'll never have a husband. A kid. A family. A house or a career or a life. And I took that from you. You'll never have anything ever again because I took that from you." 

She let out a low chuckle, the sound broken and defeated.  

"I should have been the one to die that day." 

You focused on her, not sure what the feeling rising within you meant. You might not have survived that day, but you lived on in her memory. 

You were her biggest regret.  

And she would never be able to move on, but you could.  

If anyone told you a day would come when you would find yourself on the verge of forgiving someone for killing you, you wouldn't have believed them. But the proof of living a life of regret and the torment it wrought was currently beginning to hyperventilate right next to you.  

You didn't want to be her. You didn't want to let your death ruin you like it had ruined her.  

In life and in death, you had found people to belong to. People who loved you. People who cared about you.  

She would never have that. She would always be alone. 

She lifted her hands, likely going for her face again, and you couldn't help it this time.  

You reached out, placing your hand gently over one of hers. There was no way she could feel you, but her hands froze before dropping back into her lap. She shuddered before licking her lips, no doubt tasting her own tears. You kept your hand over hers, not ready to let go just yet.  

You were simply two lost souls trying to connect across the veil. Who would have thought the dead one would have the better life?  

You felt like something you had hidden deep inside was suddenly unlocked. You were flooded with a feeling you hadn't ever truly known and it took you entirely too long to place.  

Peace.  

Sitting there on the bathroom floor, you were starting to heal. After decades of hurt and unanswered questions, you were starting to see that all the fears you carried around in death were unnecessary.   

You had only ever wanted to know that you hadn't died unknown. You hadn't been left behind and forgotten, obscured beneath other memories that never saw the light of day. But you knew now.  

Because if she remembered you, then so did your family. Your best friend. Your little brother. All the people you loved and cherished didn't abandon you. It just hurt too much to be reminded that they had you and then lost you entirely too early. You figured that if you had a choice between them falling apart on bathroom floors torn up over your shortened existence or leaving to find whatever measure of a life they could hold on to without you, then you would choose the latter.  

Because the person who had taken your life would forever be stuck in the former.  

You weren’t the one trapped here.  

She was. 

It didn't mean your family didn't love you anymore. It just meant that they could hear a song or watch your favorite movie and hold only memories no longer tarnished with pain. The memory of your smile and the way you would quote all the best lines with every rewatch of your favorite movie. The way you would sing along to your favorite songs, humming the parts when you forgot the lyrics, before belting out the chorus. The sound of your laugh and the silly faces you made to cheer up your brother. The pillow forts and Monopoly wins and endless trips to the arcade. The smell of your shampoo and the sound of your voice. Memories might fade over time, but you knew they would never stop chasing the reminders of the way you touched their lives.  

You watched your bully tear herself apart and knew right then and there that you didn't want your memory to torment her any longer.  

You didn't want to be anyone's ghost.  

You kept your hand over hers, watching her cry as she slowly began to calm down. You weren't sure how long you spent with her on the bathroom floor before she got to her knees and grabbed her purse where it had dropped beneath a stall door. She rummaged through the purse for a moment before she freed something from it.  

"I saw this one day when I took my daughter shopping. I see you sometimes when I look at her. I don’t deserve her either. She’s one of those good things I really fucked up. And sometimes, I look at her, and I get so scared that I’ll be the death of her too. That one day I’ll push her a little too hard and that’ll be it. She won’t be her anymore. I’m scared that it already happened.” 

She went quiet for a moment, staring down at whatever was in her hand. 

“Anyway,” she continued, visibly trying to collect herself, “it was in one of those edgy clothing stores that always blasts that screaming music. And I thought of you. Because of all things, I remembered you loved this band. You had a t-shirt for one of their tours and used to wear it all the time. So, I bought this, thinking of that jacket you wore." She went quiet, no doubt thinking of the last time she saw you in that jacket. 

You got up on your knees and leaned forward to get a better look at what she was holding. 

It was a patch. The kind you would have loved putting on your jacket. It had your favorite band's logo on it with the band name stitched around the edges.  

"I've had this for years. And every time I see it, I think of you. Because I know you would have loved it." 

She stood, leaving her purse on the floor, and approached the sink where you died. She reached out a trembling hand and placed the patch on the edge of the sink. She stared down at it for a moment before she took an abrupt step back, like she was trying not to reach out and grab it again. She glanced up at the mirror, grimacing at her reflection.  

"I'm a mess," she sighed, taking another step away from the mirror, unknowingly stopping at your side. "That's for you," she said, nodding towards the patch left behind on the sink. "I think you would have really liked it. And I'm sorry that I'll never actually get to give it to you. But I hope that wherever you are, that you're doing okay. That you're happy. You should be happy." 

You thought of your afterlife at Split River. It was full of memories of people you had come to love.  

Charley and his sweet, welcoming nature.  

Rhonda and her sarcasm she wielded to mask the care she had for her friends.  

Dawn and Yuri and Quinn and even Maddie, who was dead, but not really.  

And Wally.  

You felt a rush of affection for him. He was your rock. You knew you could reach for him and he would reach back. He was kind and protective and charming. He would do anything for you.  

And you would do anything for him.  

You were surprised to realize that you were happy. You didn't ask for death and you never deserved it, but you still found a place filled with people to love. You had memories of running down hallways, laughing and gasping for breath, only to collapse to the floor with your friends. Field days and midnight swims and food fights. Tangled up with Wally on the tech booth couch and dance parties in the library and movie nights in the cafeteria.  

It wasn't what you would have expected, but you had a family.  

And you <i>were</i> happy.  

You watched the broken woman leave the bathroom and felt lighter. Right. Centered. Like something that had been weighing on you was finally lifted off your shoulders.  

You found yourself approaching the sink, no longer fearing what it meant to you. You reached out for the patch, turning it over in your hands, before putting it in your pocket.  

You thought you might even put it on your jacket. If only as a reminder of the one-sided conversation you had with the person who took your life. You didn’t have to suffer anymore, because she was carrying all the pain for you.  

The lights flickered for a brief moment, and you glanced up at the ceiling, wondering when they would finally change the broken bulb. You pushed the thought away and followed her out of the bathroom, watching her begin to walk away.  

She was still crying, but her shoulders were no longer hunched. You noticed her quickly swipe her hands under her eyes, likely trying to hide the fact that she had lost it just moments ago. 

She was walking down the hallway towards the stairwell. You knew she was leaving, but her thoughts would remain with you. You didn't know where she was going, but you continued to follow her.  

All the way down the stairs and towards the main entrance. She stopped at the wall of windows that looked out over the front lawn before pressing on, not knowing you were trailing in her wake like an extra shadow.  

A door opened farther down the hallway, and you noticed Maddie step out of a classroom. Quinn and Rhonda were right behind her, but Maddie had frozen, her eyes wide and expression worried as she looked at you.  

After a moment, you realized she wasn't looking at you.  

She was looking at the woman in front of you as she walked right by her. 

"Mom?" 

Author's Note: In my mind, for this story, reader didn't so much forgive her killer, but instead learned to let go since her killer was suffering enough for the both of them. That it was okay to move on and not be stuck in the worst moment of her life like her killer was. Next up, Wally learns what happened and they all find out their scars are connected.

Also, one person called that plot twist, so I hope that means it was in the realm of possibility. I've been thinking about it for weeks and I think I got too much in my head and thought y'all would hate me for this one. But I decided to go ahead and write it and I hope y'all trust me enough to make it work. I also had to research what happens when a minor is charged with manslaughter and I'm sure I'm on so many lists now. Lmao.

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[mullermilkshake]

People would assume

Part 4 <- Part 5 -> Part 6

Living alone sucks.

Heading home just feels empty. There's things everywhere.

<- Masterlist

“Do you have anyone to pick you up?” There was an officer at the main door to the hall as you lefty who stood in to stop you.

Mr Gojo seemed to pick up on it immediately and instinctively put his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll be taking her home. I have the address from the officer, I’ve got it from here.”

The ride was a complete blur, you didn’t really listen at all to what anyone said, not even Mr Gojo properly who sat in the back with you as a man in a similar suit drove the car away from the gallery. 

You didn’t see Nanami at all once the police were involved and you couldn’t help yourself to think of what he was doing at that moment. Did he go straight to jail to remain there for a long time? Or was he able to talk his way out of it like the slippery bastard he was? 

“I quit my job.” The first thing to leave your lips after the car door was opened for you and Mr Gojo held out a hand to pull you to your feet.

“You did?” You looked straight through him, though your periphery told you he was looking right at you, your hand still in his. “Well I doubt your resignation would have gone through, you can still go back. I’d hate to lose you from my account when you're so talented. Be a real shame.”

“I said it to leave him, but he…” Financially dependant. You didn’t want that. “It was something he wanted; I don't know why I said it.”

“We can discuss it later, let’s get you inside first.”

You took the elevator to your floor and allowed Mr Gojo to come with you despite your weak protests that you would be okay. The two men in dark suits and ear pieces waited by the lobby, another man that you hadn’t even realised was in the car with you. 

You loosened up a bit when the elevator door closed, more freedom now that it was just the two of you. “I can’t go back there… not after this even though I want to. I’ll lose my apartment, so I guess I’ll have to move back in with my sister; jesus christ I haven't thought this through have I?”

You quit to spite him, that was why, because you were stubborn and didn’t think through for the future. Fuck. But Mr Gojo didn’t make you feel like an absolute idiot for what you said when you reached the floor of your apartment in temporary silence. 

“So don’t. Come and work for me, a new spot has just opened up. I need a new assistant.” Was he delusional? Was he really asking you such a thing at a time like this like it was charity? 

You couldn’t just come and work for a man you had only just met in person, Mr Satoru Gojo was incredibly wealthy and extremely high profile, you wouldn't handle the mere pressure of protecting his accounts and other everyday jobs too. It was far too much to contemplate, so you didn’t answer him. 

The door lock jammed and the key didn’t turn. “Stupid thing always gets stuck.” 

You stopped and listened to yourself, a shitty apartment and shitty lock with little money to keep it that way. And here was a man offering you a job who had so much money, asking you to be his assistant. You knew deep down you werecompetent for the task, you could do a lot of what most employees at work couldn’t. The shock made you decide otherwise which pushed you to turn his offer down, to say no and leave it at that. 

Mr Gojo didn't wait for you to respond, but it seemed like he was starting to beg you. “I already know how you work, you would be perfect as my assistant. You are perfect for this job. Think about it, but say yes.”

You didn’t say yes and you never turned him down but you fell through the door when you bumped it open and the key turned. You braced for the thud and landing but Mr Gojo caught you, holding your waist with his hands like you were nothing to him, so easy he must have benched so much weight to appear he was holding up paper. Held so firm in his grasp you could have hung from his hands and swung from them without much issue. 

“Watch your step…” He stood up, no longer over you in a hold when his eyes glossed over your little apartment. 

He was definitely judging you, looking at the high rent cardboard box that was cramped enough to make someone crazy. But it wasn’t what made him stop in his tracks, hand still on you as you turned too. Your apartment was trashed, windows open to push the loose chiffon curtains and flow eerily into the room. Open rifled through drawers and cupboards sat still as stone statues to taunt you close to peep inside though your feet were planted firmly on the ground in Mr Gojo proximity.

there was one drawer in particular that took your attention.

“No, no, no…” Straight to the special thin drawer in the kitchen, stepping over broken ceramic plates and torn material you went, yanking it open and rifling through it to find it. “Where is it, where is it?!” 

“What is it?”

“M-my mothers pendant, her ring everything she left me-” There it was, in the same little envelope but it was on the floor at your feet, poking under the cupboard as though to goad you into tears.

You almost collapsed on the floor to scoop up the envelope and hold it close to your chest, it didn’t even register that you had cut your knee on the way down. “Get up and go to the door.” 

Mr Gojo’s voice commanded you out of your stupor though it left you confused. ”Mr Gojo-”

“Get up and go. Now.” 

He was serious, eyes trained on your bedroom door. You took his hand as he pulled you up but he never moved from that space, eyebrows knitted down into a frown. A noise came from your bedroom and made you clutch the envelope between your fingers as though to protect it and not yourself.

Someone was in your bedroom.

A creak on the floorboard and a thud made Mr Gojo stand in front and push you behind him. “I said go to the door and wait there-“

“I’m not letting you go in there on your own, are you crazy?” 

Crazy. There was still blood behind his ear from his fight. He didn’t say a word to hold you there, but didn’t move initially on his own, watching the bedroom door that was a jar move slightly. 

“Stay there.” Then he moved.

You tried your best to be as silent as you could be, stepping over glass and water from the vase on your side table and torn cushions with cuts so precise like it had been damaged by scissors or a blade.

Who could have done this? What did they take? As long as you had your mothers things, it would take some time to replace the objects but that’s all they were, objects. 

Though an object would usually come to your defence at a time like this, Mr Gojo didn’t arm himself at all. Bare fists that he’d scrunched up that made his skin paler, red with whatever aggression was up in his mind.

He arrived at the door like a ghost, silent and close though you had to tiptoe around things. He spoke so low you almost couldn’t hear him. “Don’t come in no matter what.”

Like a flash the door slammed shut behind him before you could object and there was a heavy silence you couldn’t bear. What if there was a person with a gun in there, or a large knife to get the drop on him?

Silence.

So much silence.

“M-mr Gojo?”

Nothing.

You drew closer and called out again. “Mr Gojo?” This time with more confidence. 

“Holy shit!”

His muffled voice caught you off guard and caused your hands to draw up and cover your eyes as though it would protect you. 

“What is it, Mr Gojo, are you alright?!”

The door came open with suspense you didn’t have time for and he emerged from the room unscathed with your cat in his arms. 

“You little shit.” You didn’t mean it to leave your lips, but you me cat was a little shit. 

“Jumped from your closet.” He almost laughed, but it was probably a shock though he still stroked him.” “Hey there little guy, you almost got the jump on me huh?” 

He purred, stretching out his neck to rest on Mr Gojo’s finger scratching under his chin which made him purr and fill the deafening silence in the trashed room. “That’s Sashimi, he has a tendency to jump out when he's nestled in the top of my closet.”

“Sashimi?” His teeth were visible in his grin, completely different to his hardened expression just a moment ago. “That’s the cutest! I love sushi.” 

Nigiri was a ginger tabby, self explanatory to what he was, a delicious and delicately cut slice of decadent raw salmon. You were also not the best at picking names, but Sashimi answered his name nevertheless. 

You approached the cat scooped in Mr Gojo’s arms like a hairy baby, tummy up and exposed with trust, still purring and looking up at you with big glossy eyes. “What happened little one? What did you see?”

"You can’t stay here tonight.”

Mr Gojo was right. “I’ll get a motel or something.”

There was so much damage upon walking into your bedroom. Quilt and pillows strewn about the floor and cut open, the polyester filling dusted all over and sprinkled on your desk next the the cracked mirror with specks of blood and red and broken glass from the picture frames.

“-Yeah… call them and get them here… right now. She can’t stay here-” You didn’t pay attention to Mr Gojo’s words, not whilst you scrounged clothes off of the floor and belongings to fill your bag. 

A hoodie and pair of shoes still tucked away in the sanctuary being untouched in the closet, hidden behind a stack of boxes you still hadn’t even unpacked and stuffed in there to forget about. 

You needed underwear, any type of any kind would do for now. 

It wasn’t long before the shock wore off, fleeting thoughts that soon never left and crammed themselves inside your mind to remove the damper of protection from the cold and allow the intrusive thoughts to scare you. 

What if you had been at home when whoever broke in was still here? You didn’t even want to think of what they could have done to you, put you through against your will just to score some belongings and money, but your brain refused to do it. 

The person would have killed me wouldn’t they? They’d take my lamp and hit me over the head, or use a cable to tie me up or worse. There's plenty of knives in the block to use to threaten me, and poor Sashimi would see all of it. 

Shaking off those thoughts, you pulled open your underwear drawer to stuff whatever you could to just get out and leave to a motel or something. “What the fuck?” It was half empty, completely void of lacey pairs and stockings for work. 

You scoured the messed floor which had no signs of a search, no indication that the drawer was simply searched through. No lace tangled up amongst the quilt cover or under the bed.

“What are you looking for?-”

“My under-” at the last second you caught yourself before you began talking about your underwear to Mr Gojo. 

“Under… what?”

Fuck, you were going to tell him, weren’t you? A stranger, a man who you didn’t know much about. “My er… my underwear, alot of it’s missing and I can’t find it anywhere.” 

You expected him to blush or stutter, but he spoke as though you’d lost your keys. “You think he took it? You’re certain none of it’s here?”

You shook your head quickly, more embarrassed than anything. “They’re not here, someone must have taken them.”

God, he was so hard to read, Mr Gojo’s expression left nothing for you to hold on to and find out what he was thinking, you were just grasping at straws. 

“You aren’t staying at any motel tonight. It’s not safe, you can stay at one of my apartments.” He left back towards the living area and pulled his phone out. 

“It’s me, yeah bring the car round, it's worse than we thought-”

All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep. You couldn’t even do that in your own bed. 

What a fucking night.

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