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ambitiouspotions · 4 months ago

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THE LAST STRAW | MICHAEL BERZATTO | ONESHOT

summary — mikey has pushed you to your breaking point

word count — 4.6k

warnings — angst, addiction, suggestive speech, domestic dispute/heated argument, police involvement, mikey’s death

author’s note — *cough* anyways

mikey was late; that was the first annoyance you had encountered tonight. you sat at a table near the bar as you and your friends took turns taking shots as more people filtered in to come and send you their birthday praises. you had on one of those ridiculous sashes and tiaras to accompany your fringe skirt and sequined top. that outfit was the last thing you thought you would find yourself in, but your friends insisted that you looked like a shining gem. they insisted that you had been working too hard and needed to let loose for a night, and they were right you had been working too hard and entirely too much.

the moment richie and tiffany entered you looked at them with pleading eyes hoping they knew where your elusive boyfriend was. your only desire now was that when, or if, mikey did show up he wouldn't be riding the high of a lifetime off of unlabeled painkillers. you hated when he gave you that smug look that only accompanied him when he had taken his sweet release.

richie went to the bar, ordered them drinks, and chatted with the bartender, like mikey he always knew everyone. probably why they always made good friends, both of them chatty, boisterous, and friendly.

you had been frequently checking your phone in hopes that you had missed some call or text explaining where he was. the sad fact was that this wasn't uncommon; it was almost second nature, but you thought after begging him to be on time he would've followed through.

“hey, sweets,” tiffany said comfortingly as she took a seat next to you, nursing a cup of iced water. she was in the early stages of her pregnancy, but still wanted to be there for your birthday. tiffany had been the reason you had met mikey in the first place. she had invited you to richie’s birthday bar crawl so many years ago, and mikey was of course there. you couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and for once in his life, he realized that having a steady girlfriend might not be a bad thing. mikey was a loud roar, but you seemed to bring him down to a low growl. mikey and you had been virtually inseparable since the moment you connected, and richie was proud that his wife was able to find someone for his best friend.

“hey tiffy, you feeling any better?” you questioned, taking into account the dark circles under her eyes. the quirky blonde seemed to have lost some of her spunk due to her pregnant state.

“no, but tonight isn't about me. it’s about you,” she pulled you in close, placing her cheek against yours as she embraced you, making a faint smooching noise. “i know mikey isn't here yet, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be smiling; it’s not about him tonight.”

she was reinforcing that narrative well. it was your birthday. a night where you could finally relax without worrying about deadlines at work, wanting to strangle the patrons of the beef, or having any real responsibility.

“can i still be pissed he's not here and pissed that your baby makes you feel like shit?” you jest, rubbing her stomach lovingly.

“you can be pissed after you have a good time tonight,” tiffany kissed your cheek.

mikey came in, greeting your friends at the closest table near the door. he was looking for you; spotting that glitter tiara you were sporting was easy enough. he was fiddling with his hair as he inched closer through the crowded bar. he was in his normal clothing attire, a shirt from the restaurant and jeans. he didn't shave, his stubble present and rough.

tiffany waved him down, though upon seeing him your expression dropped. that look. it was there. that smirk when he finally laid eyes on you made your skin crawl.

“hey! my birthday girl!” mikey exclaimed, taking you into his arms. he pressed large kisses against your temple, smoothing over your hair. not only was he late, but he was high. now you wanted to get through the night; you didn't want to enjoy it; you wanted it to end. “sorry i was late; the meat guy got behind on his deliveries.”

you knew it was a lie. it was saturday night, and the meat shipment came every monday morning. he knew you'd be too embarrassed to out him in public.

you put on that fake smile that had been plaguing all of your photos together over the last two years. “it’s fine,” you assured him, leaning into his side, keeping that sweet act up in front of everyone who came to celebrate your birthday.

so like every night you wanted to compromise, more like coerce yourself into agreeing that your peace and sanity would only come from ignoring mikey's drug-induced state. even that logic was thrown out of the window when mikey's famous storytelling surfaced.

your group of friends gathered around, pulling up extra chairs from the other tables as mikey talked. he was always good at talking and making a memorable impression. you were sitting in his lap with his chin on your shoulder, being entirely too loud disregarding the fact that he was so close to your ear.

one of your coworkers, rachel, from the office, had been recounting the time of the annual halloween party. rachel had teased that you were the ‘fox’ of the office and that party had people on their toes seeing that you could get fixed up. she meant it in good fun, but mikey took it a step further.

“oh, hell, speaking of foxes, this thing, miss birthday girl, drives me crazy,” he insisted, with only one of his arms around your waist as he waved his free hand to talk. he lifted his head, situating you further into his lap. he didn't mind rachel's story, if anything it was another opportunity to brag. you, on the other hand, were trying to shimmy out of his lap to reach for the oversized fishbowl margarita hat richie and tiffany had purchased you as your birthday gift. the way mikey started talking only proved that you needed to be tipsy to contain your annoyance.

“she's a total smokeshow,” mikey finally understood the hint, letting you stand as he playfully slapped your ass as you stood. he was commenting like you weren't standing in front of him. you were now wedged between tiffany and rachel as you took a long sip of your drink. tiffany was rubbing your lower back as mikey continued to speak. mikey's eyes wandered around to everyone at the table, barely looking at you.

“this one time for valentine's day i got her those little panties with my name on the back of them. holy fuck,” mikey began again, as richie started laughing. you swallowed hard. suddenly your stomach was churning, you couldn't even continue to drink. you knew this story; you lived it. that stupid red thong with thick silver rhinestone letters across the band. with richie laughing that means he already told him one of the most embarrassing moments of your sex life. now, mikey was about to reveal it to your friends and coworkers in a public bar.

“mikey,” you interjected before he could continue on his tangent. it wasn't rude, but your tone of voice was more serious than it had been. he never shut his mouth when he was high. mikey's filter was long gone the moment he took those painkillers before arriving.

“what? no, it was funny,” mikey brushed you off. “y/n, had them on while i was hittin’ it, ya know, maybe it was more of a lil’ gift to myself, watching that ass bounce should be considered a fuckin’ crime, ya get me?” he took a beer bottle from richie's hand, leaning back in his chair casually.

“no, mikey, come on,” you gave a nervous laugh, setting your jumbo fruity drink behind you.

was he really going to keep continuing? he was going to push aside two warnings without a care.

he ignored you this time, looking at one of your male coworkers, aaron, on the other side of the table who was enjoying the other stories mikey had spouted so far. “okay, so i was convinced i could actually have a piece of cake for valentine's, right? like, man, you feel me right, that ass on valentine's day? yes, please,” he rambled, causing aaron to agree with a belly laugh and nod.

“okay, okay, you definitely understand. so i spit in my hand while i'm railin’ her and i'm trying’ to push my–”

“hey,” tiffany blurted out. “michael, i think you need to pick a different story. there are other people in this bar other than just us.” she didn't want to outwardly say that he was the cause of some of the awkward looks from your other co-workers, much less how embarrassed you were.

“tiff it isn't even that bad,” mikey claimed, taking a swig of his beer, and shaking his hand to remove the condensation after. “yeah, so i barely even put two fingers in her ass and she started screamin’. ‘bear, what the hell?! you gotta give me some warning!’” he was making an awful impression of your voice only adding to more of your embarrassment. he was telling this to people you worked with, and even at events like this when you weren't always professional to each other it was out of line.

you were now looking down at your heels; wondering how much longer you had until you would break. tiffany was tugging at the waistband of your skirt trying to remind you that she was there as she glared at richie for still laughing. more of a deathly, sharp stare that spoke ‘why would you keep laughing with the asshole who is making my friend upset?’

“i was tryin’ to take my fingers back out when she was tryin’ to pull away and she puked, fuckin’ everywhere.”

“yep, i threw up, are you done now?” your tone was snappy causing mikey's head to whip back to your sparkly figure.

“no, i wasn't done,” he was testing you, acting like he was the innocent party in this situation.

you were going to say something else, but due to the sudden tension between you and mikey more people only began to become more uncomfortable. suddenly a group of your coworkers that had carpooled together were affectionately patting your arm and bidding you goodbye. just like that the group was dwindling and you could do nothing other than watch them go. at least now they wouldn't be subjected to potential arguments, other stories, or mikey's erratic behavior.

tiffany was looking at you like she had seen a ghost.

“um, since we are going to brunch tomorrow, i think i better turn in too. i don't want to be too hungover to enjoy our rich girl shit,” your banter with tiffany was less playful than it usually sounded. you didn't want to keep standing in the bar with less and less of your friends who were simply too embarrassed to leave. you needed to get home.

“yeah, just text me, uh, happy birthday,” tiffany pulled you in tightly. her heart was aching for you.

the moment you and mikey were confined in your apartment you locked yourself in the bathroom. the sequined outfit was rubbing your armpits and hips raw from the rough material.

“ya gettin’ all sexy for me in there?” mikey questioned, lightly knocking on the door as he leaned against the wall. “hey, really though, you mad at me, dolcezza?”

you opened the door as you were twirling the end of your hair to create a loose updo fastened with a claw clip. “you can't be serious,” you scoffed, tying the string of your pajama shorts.

“i can lay some excellent pipe for your birthday, don't worry,” he said, holding your waist and pulling you into his chest, one of his hands resting on the curve of your ass.

what a wonderful and considerate gift, michael.

“you embarrassed me in front of the people i work with,” you knew that wasn't the only reason you were upset; you had a list, but you didn't want to lay into him on your birthday. you wanted to sleep. you didn't even have a buzz from the liquor you consumed to try and lessen your upset. you thought it would be easier to ignore him for the rest of the night.

“don't start, it was funny and you got offended because you're sensitive,” mikey’s nose was buried in your hair as he spoke. your entire body was tense, a sour taste being left in your mouth as he spoke. “and don't get me wrong you're sensitive and i love that about you, but come on, everyone was having a good time except for you.”

“they didn't know what else to do, you were making everyone uncomfortable,” you couldn't believe he dared to try and defend his actions right now. you had pulled away from him, now sitting yourself on the edge of the unmade bed. you were trying your best not to get worked up, but mikey was not de-escalating the situation.

“oh, so i'm the bad guy now? dolcezza, be serious, you're just worked up because i was late and it put you in a bad mood.” mikey was pushing your emotions aside again, still trying to keep up his playful mood. he stood in front of you, his thumbs stuck into his denim pockets.

“you promised me you would be on time,” you were plucking at a loose thread on the grey sheets, kicking your foot nervously. your voice was low, knowing no matter what you said mikey would have an excuse, snarky remark, or some sort of half-assed apology.

“dolcezza,” mikey shrugged, looking to the ceiling. “ya gotta understand i’m busy. the restaurant keeps me held up and—”

“mikey, you were high when you walked in and then you lied to me…you’re still lying to me.”

“no, come on, i was trying to figure out how to get the gas line fixed, and then, fuck, i got stressed okay? i just needed something to take the edge off.”

you didn't know how truthful he was being, but what you did know is that no matter what it ended with him popping a couple of pills.

“i think i’m done,” you confessed, looking through him to the wall behind him.

“what’s that s’pose to mean?” he was scratching the back of his neck, so smug, yet you could tell he was panicking. his breath halted and his eyes were having trouble focusing now.

“i mean i can’t keep pretending like everything is fine when it’s not.”

“maybe you should start talkin’ to me and you wouldn't feel that way.”

you now held your gaze onto mikey, finally being able to pluck the loose thread from the sheets. you were twirling it tightly around your index fingertip, only releasing it when it felt tingly.

“maybe you should start listening,” your eyebrows furrowed. you had done enough talking, you had done enough begging, you had done enough apologizing for the pain he caused. you had kept the peace for long enough.

“oh, y/n, get real,” mikey huffed, taking a step closer. “it’s not my fault.”

“not your fault? mikey, you are delusional if you think none of our problems are your fault.” you stood up, still fiddling with the loose string.

“now i’m delusional?” he asked with a scoff.

“and an asshole,” you added, now feeling the months of pent-up aggression start to take the reins.

“i'm an asshole? only because i'm tired.” mikey retorted, coming into your space. his tall frame was towering over you. “i'm tired of trying to balance everything on my own shoulders while everyone just takes from me! you included!” he was getting heated faster than you could've imagined. he was aching for another pill to cut back from his spitefulness, but that would only add to your argument.

comical. really fucking comical.

“i work a full-time job and still end up working extra shifts for free at that shithole of a restaurant, and then i pull my pants down so you can fuck me. you fuck me twice mikey. the first time to orgasm and the second time to keep fucking me over!” you held two fingers up, waving them wildly in your frantic speech.

“that is fuckin’ low,” he spat, a strand of his bangs falling on his forehead, forcing him to push it back. “even for you, that’s fuckin’ low.” mikey grumbled, rolling his eyes in his fit of annoyance.

“you didn't have an excuse for that one. it must have been true,” you countered, pushing past him to find your phone that you left in the bathroom.

“i'm not done talking,” he argued, blocking the door you were heading towards.

“of course, you aren't,” you whined, holding your temples. “you never shut the hell up when someone asks you to.” you were still trying to get under his arm to enter the bathroom, but he only moved more of his body in the way of the door frame.

“oh, keep bitchin’ at me, sure,” mikey was tense, having to keep his hands shoved in his pockets when he wasn't talking because of how shaky they were. “does it make you feel better when you constantly bitch at me?”

“mikey, let me get my damn phone so i can leave,” you lightly shoved his side, only to be met with him pushing your shoulder in defense. his arms were now crossed over his chest. his hands gripping his biceps tightly.

“you're gonna walk away from me?” he asked in disbelief, though his position in front of the bathroom was unyielding.

“if you would let me get my phone, i would be halfway down the road,” you took a step back, knowing your mother would have enough sense to let you inside if you continuously banged on her door. you decide just to get some extra clothes and leave.

you began to rifle through the dresser drawers. his mouth was slightly agape, finally taking you seriously. he thought this was going to end like it did every other time. you would both have a temper tantrum, one of you would sleep on the couch, and in the morning you would apologize first and he would follow suit with some half-assed promise to do better.

“come on, dolcezza, let’s figure this out,” he said coolly, taking the clothes from your hand and pushing back into the open drawer. you watched the clothing leave your hand. he wasn't going to be in control this time. “we don't need to keep sayin’ things that hurt each other.” suddenly he was the one who wanted to find a solution.

you took to the silent card, seeing the vein on his forehead slightly bulge as you regathered your clothes. that was his least favorite thing you did. you were testing him; it was your turn.

you pulled your purse off the bedpost with your clothes tucked under your arm, walking past him to grab your phone out of the bathroom. mikey was watching your every move. though before you could exit the bathroom he pulled the door shut. you took a step back due to the sudden slam.

“talk to me and i’ll let you out,” mikey insisted, hearing you now begin to pound on the door. he was holding the knob tightly.

you began to kick the bottom of the door, it rattling against the frame and mikey’s strong grasp. “you gotta speak fuckin’ words, christ, i hate when you do that petty shit.”

petty shit? petty shit was holding someone hostage in the bathroom.

you let out frustrated grunts as you occasionally tried to jiggle the doorknob and throw your shoulder against the door. there was no hope mikey would be blocking that door until you gave into his demands, so you decided to play the long game. you sat against the door.

you had the bathroom if you needed it, now you had your phone, and the various finger foods from the bar were sitting nicely in your stomach. you wouldn't need to move for a while.

“one word, that’s it,” mikey’s tone was only progressively becoming more angry. you were pushing every button you knew.

mikey on the other side of the door was spiraling. muttering curses under his breath as he was now aggressively pleading with you to talk to him.

“fuckin’ christ, you make me so pissed when you do this,” mikey spouted, lightly hitting his head against the door. “you're the one that pisses me off the most, you know that?” he questioned spitefully, though even the hurtful phrase only gave you more of an incentive to stay quiet.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, can you just fuckin’ speak?” mikey goaded, now pounding on the door making you scoot to the side wall rather than have your back against the rattling door.

“y/n, why the fuck are you like this? actin’ like fuckin’ carmy,” mikey grunted, now kicking the bottom of the door. you heard a sharp crack, looking to the side seeing the tip of his shoe through the cheap wooden door.

you couldn't deny that he was right. you were acting like his younger brother, “the baby of the family,” but you also didn't care. you were safely contained in the bathroom while mikey escalated his outburst because you were done trying to work things out. you had spent too long agreeing to live within the deception and chaos mikey created.

“fuckin’ pissin’ me off!” he sneered, slamming his palm into the center of the door. “holy shit, really?” mikey asked in disbelief, a faint knocking and mumbling were heard from the front of the apartment. he knew what was happening, but you were oblivious until he started talking again.

“you fuckin’ narc, calling the cops,” he kicked the bottom of the door again. it wasn't you and you knew that, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing. you could only assume your neighbors had gotten sick of the bickering.

you didn't leave the bathroom until one of the officers had announced his presence. you peeked out of the bathroom expecting to also see mikey in the bedroom, but he wasn't there.

“mr. berzatto is outside talking to my partner,” the officer assured you, then continued. “your neighbor mentioned she heard some loud arguing and slamming,” the officer recited the words off of his notepad.

you stopped him with a sigh, already pulling a duffle bag out of the closet. “yeah, i’m just going to leave, he can stay,” you pushed the clothes that were previously in your arms into the bag.

“miss,” the officer paused.

“y/l/n,” you added.

“y/l/n,” the officer adjusted his tone of speaking, “you don’t have to press charges but by law mr. berzatto will be detained tonight and released in the morning.”

you shifted your gaze to the officer. you bit the innard of your cheek, shuffling through some of your other belongings.

“if this is a common occurrence there are outlets to help you.”

you shook your head, only wanting to move past the tangent the officer was going to begin. yes, mikey was stubborn, loud, and difficult, but so were you. unfortunately, those matching traits didn't always click together correctly. you both knew how to set the other off, and tonight was a night that also triggered the neighbors into annoying your neighbors enough with the squabbling.

“officer, as much as i appreciate what you're saying; it isn't like that. we had an argument and we both got too loud,” you explained as you continued to pack anything that would be able to be squashed into your old gym bag.

“speaking strictly as human to human, no one deserves to have a screaming match against their significant other…especially one that ends with an officer standing in your apartment,” he said lingering by the door frame, clearly eyeing the hole in the bathroom door.

“like i said it was completely out of hand, and i'm done anyway, so none of the other neighbors will call you again,” you assured the officer, struggling to zip the top of the bag when you were done stuffing it full.

“how many times have you packed that bag and come back?”

you didn’t answer him. you had threatened to leave mikey more times than you could count, yet you always doubled back. he was so easy to be stuck on because when he wasn't being an asshole or high out of his mind he was cooking for you, letting you talk his ear off, and singing to you mindlessly. there were countless other things you loved about mikey, and they were all things you thought about when you stayed a night at your mother's house as you sulked in your childhood bedroom, but when the officer asked how many times you returned it opened your eyes. you didn't want to return any longer.

the night of your birthday debacle wasn't the last time you saw mikey. after the officer left you spent the entire night packing what your compact car could hold and leaving the invaluables behind to mikey.

the night of your birthday debacle wasn't the last time you saw mikey. you saw him a week later at the beef. he had come out of his office, looking lost the moment richie said you needed to talk to him. you gave him the spare key to the apartment, the check for your half of the rent in an envelope, and a final goodbye.

“why?” mikey had embraced you for the final time. you eyes wandered around his disorganized office, sighing as you saw a picture of the both of you pinned next to a prayer card. “why’d you go?”

“if you're still asking why then it's probably best that i'm gone.” you only patted his back. his embrace was long and slightly uncomfortable.

it hadn't taken you long to get back on your feet. you had so much potential no longer being overshadowed by your demons of a drug-addicted boyfriend in the closet trying to claw their way out into the world. you were more focused and determined to succeed. you weren't exhausted from overworking yourself at a failing restaurant or compromising over a broken relationship.

you found yourself meeting with tiffany less only because richie refused to stop pestering her about you. you, nor tiffany, thought your friendship would be very productive if her husband was sniffing around for information to give mikey.

it also helped you not dwell on the past. tiffany was constantly apologizing after the breakup for introducing you to mikey, but meeting mikey wasn't what you regretted. you regretted being unable to help him. sometimes you felt like you gave up on him, leaving him to cope with his addiction, his crippling finances, and his multitude of other issues, but that wasn't the case. mikey had begun his steady decline long before he met you, and never wanted to help himself.

almost four years later you were staring at your phone in disbelief over the article you had read.

local restaurant owner found dead on state street bridge.

you hadn't thought of him in years, and if you did it was something irrelevant that you could easily brush aside, but reading that he was dead only made every emotion resurface. the closure you gave him was close to nothing because you didn't ever think he deserved it after the embarrassment he caused you. he was gone and would never receive that peace of mind.

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bloodywickedlips · 1 year ago

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It's a start

Summary: Spencer recently got out of prison and has been distant but it's a major shock to you when he breaks up with you and you can't hate him because you love him still.

You walked to the only person that you wanted to see right now.

Penelope Garcia.

Opened the door and saw her sitting by her desk drinking tea like usual.

“P I need to talk to you” you said and slipped into the office, Penelope turned around with one of her bright smiles but it quickly dropped as she saw your face.

“Oh sugar what’s wrong?” she asked and you shrugged and pulled your jersey closer around your body.

“Spencer broke up with me” you said and she gasped as she stood up and gave you a tight hug, once she pulled back she grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit down.

“Why, what happened?” she asked and you couldn’t answer as you have been asking yourself that question since last night.

You closed your eyes and the memory hit you straight away.

You and spencer were having a coffee by your usual bookstore and you were telling him about the new book you started but you noticed spencer wasn’t paying attention.

“Spence love? Where is your brain right now?” you asked with a laugh but spencer only frowned and straightened up with the affectionate name you always called him.

“This isn’t right” he said out loud and you frowned. “Your coffee? I can order you a new one” you said and went to stand up but he grabbed your hand and you sat back down.

“No, this. Us. We aren’t right, I can’t do this anymore” he said and you stared at him in shock.

Sure he was a bit distant after getting out of prison but you knew he needed time to adjust to being out of prison but you didn’t know things were this bad.

“What do you mean? Love I understand if you need space but nothing changed between us, I still love you” you replied back and you saw him clench his jaw. “I’m sorry, it’s over” spencer said and then stood up and walked away, leaving you there to wonder what the hell happened.

“And he just left, I sent a few text messages but he never replied. He didn’t even greet me this morning” you said to Penelope and you could see she was upset as well.

“Penelope tell me things to hate him. Cause I still love him with all of my heart and for me to move on I need to hate him, please?” you asked her as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Y/N I'm sorry, I can’t tell you anything to hate him for but believe me I will be having a word with him” she said and you knew she was right. Nobody could hate spencer, sweet boy genius with the most gorgeous brown eyes and sweet smile.

You nodded and stood up to walk out not knowing that someone was standing by the door and heard every word.

You were sitting on the plane after a new case came rolling in. You were avoiding spencer in everyway you could and you could see the team noticed something was up but decided not to say anything.

Three days later the profile was completed and you and spencer were the closest to the house, so Hotch ordered you two to head there while they were on their way.

Both you and spencer walked through the house guns aimed but no one was in the house, as you looked out the kitchen window you saw a small shed out back.

“In the back” you called out and made your way there. When spencer pulled the door open you saw the unsub standing with the latest victim, knife at her throat.

“Michael look at me, you don’t want to hurt her okay?” you spoke out looking at the girls terrified eyes. “Shut up, you know nothing!” Michael spat out at you and you held your hand up as you put your gun away. “I’ve got the shot” spencer said and you shook your head. “No, not in front of her” you hissed out and stepped forward.

“Michael listen to me, what her parents did to you isn’t her fault. That whole friends group bullied you as a child but don’t you see? She’s also just a child. You are better than them” you said to the unsub trying to let him put his knife down.

“No they deserve to feel the pain I felt” he said out loud and gripped the girl tighter.

“Michael she’s innocent, don’t let their bad decisions affect the rest of her life. Just because they are her parents doesn’t mean she will be like them” you explained and with his hand wavering you knew you had him.

You stepped forward once more as he nodded and you grabbed the girl and pushed her behind you.

“Alright now drop the knife and we can get this sorted” you said and reached out for him but his eyes shot up to you “I don’t like your tone, you are a bully just like them!” he shouted out and sliced the knife out towards you, slicing your arm. You hissed and stepped back but flinched as you heard not one but two shots along with a shrill shriek. You opened your eyes to see Michael on the floor with two gunshots to his arm and shoulder. Spencer was busy handcuffing him and walking him out as you just stood there.

The little girl was out with her parents as you walked out still in a daze.

“Hey Y/N get that checked out” Hotch called out and you looked down at your arm seeing the blood run down your arm but you were looking for spencer.

You saw him by one of the cars and marched over to him. “What is wrong with you! You didn’t need to shoot him” you hissed out and spencer looked at you. “He had a knife and attacked you, so I shot” he said and you shook your head.

“He didn’t attack me! He barely grazed me, we could have taken him without shooting him, I told you not to shoot him in front of the little girl!” you yelled out and saw spencer clench his jaw.

“You are weak, you’ve become too weak for this job! It’s my job to take out an unsub if they attack, not spare a little girl from seeing her kidnapper shot!” spencer hissed back out at you and you stared at him in shock. He’s never spoken to you in such a way, not even with your worst fight you’ve had.

“Face it, I saved you. You just cant admit that you have gotten weak on the job” spencer yelled out and stormed off.

You felt the tears run down your cheeks as morgan pulled you over to the ambulance. The medic bandaged your arm as it wasn’t just a graze and would need a few stitches.

The plane ride was very silent as the team heard everything that was shouted and when you stepped back into the BAU Penelope was waiting for you.

“What happened? Morgan told me you and spencer were screaming at each other?” she asked and you looked over your shoulder to spencer who was right behind you with the rest of your team.

“Well I got my wish, I hate him” you said and you knew spencer heard you as he looked at you as you said the words and saw guilt flash over his eyes.

You told Penelope you would catch up later as you had a lot of paper work to do and made your way over to your desk.

Spencer’s pov:

“I hate him” I heard Y/N say and the guilt hit me like a punch to the gut. Before the case started I was on my way to ask Penelope about Y/N. but before I could go in I heard her say to Penelope that she still loved me but in order to move on she wanted to hate me.

“You, my office now” Penelope said and I sighed as I walked with her. “What is wrong with you?” Penelope asked me with anger lacing her voice. And I knew I messed up badly because Penelope hardly ever got angry.

“You won’t understand” I told her as I sat down and played with my fingers, a million thoughts running through my head.

“Then explain, because what you did is not okay” Penelope said and I sighed out.

“She told you the other day she needed to hate me to move on, so I called her weak, I said she’s too weak for this job” I said and I heard Penelope huff.

“Spencer why would you break her heart like that?” she asked and I felt the tears brim in my eyes.

“Because she deserves better than me. Penelope I just got out of prison, I was an addict amongst other things, she deserves better than me and I want her to be happy. I’m broken and I will just pull her down” I explained as the tears finally fell down my cheeks.

“Oh sweetie, you’re not broken. And she is happy, no matter what you went through she doesn’t judge and she loves you” Penelope said and I sobbed out knowing that Y/N never judged me about anything I told her and I knew she did love me. But inside I felt like she deserved more.

“Penelope how do I fix this, I do still love her but I want her to have the best” I said and knew I wasn’t ready to let Y/N go.

“Apologize and talk to her, explain to her and open up” Penelope said and I nodded as I wiped the tears away from my cheeks.

“Do you think she will forgive me for hurting her?” I asked Penelope not knowing if I even deserve the forgiveness.

“Not yet but it’s a start” Y/N said in the doorway and my head shot up to meet her eyes.

“Do you still love me?” she asked me and I nodded yes, sure that she heard most of the conversation.

“Then we go from there, because I love you spence, I really do. We work on it” she said and stepped towards me and I pulled her in for a hug, nodding into her shoulder “We work on it” I whispered and closed my eyes as I felt the raging thoughts in my head quiet down.

#reader insert #x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid angst #spencer reid #angst with a happy ending #prison spencer reid #penelope garcia

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 1 year ago

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my lucifer headcanons

note: these are just my own head canons. things i’ve noticed, how i write lucifer, what plays into why i write luce the way i do… etc. purely my own opinion.

- i think michael was very fond of his brother

- when the time came though to listen to dad and fulfill his duty or be a brother to lucifer michael chose duty

- the betrayal is still a sore spot for lucifer

- during lucifer’s “youth” he was curious, always dreaming up incredible creations… it was why he was dads favorite.

- he made the star fish, “because the sea deserves its own stars!” and he also made the duck. the ducks first iteration was quite a bit larger… lucifer and god compromised on a smaller duck. (more like god bribed lucifer.)

- he watched adam be made…. so he was always fond of him and lilith… until he fell in love with lilith…

- he didn’t realize it was love

- but michael knew and michael was scared. so he would draw lucifer away from the garden every chance he got

- lucifer was very naive when he was cast down to hell. he knew so much, he had been alive for so long, but there was so much life experience he didn’t have.

- the first few years in hell were horrible…

- he had hope at first

- maybe it all wouldn’t be so bad

- it was really bad. like really bad. the people who came down to hell were unspeakable devils

- (this is based off a fic i read and i can’t find it, if this rings any bells pls let me know the fic name) but lucifer is continuously appalled and distraught by the atrocities committed in his name.

- it’s one of the reasons he so powerful. he has the angelic power but also the power from those who worship him and make sacrifices for him

he really hates it. a lot. makes him feel no better than the worse overlord (cough alastor cough)

- charlie has no idea and she’ll never know if he can help it

- lucifer smells like apples and vanilla musk, a hint of cinnamon and something floral or citrusy.

- the floral or citrus changes depending on his mood

- he has a huge library. he actually pops up to earth with Asmodeous sometimes and takes books.

- he saved the whole Library of Alexandria’s books before it burned down

- he’s great friends with all the sins

- arguably closest with Beelzebub and Asmodeous

- he loves claw machines. the lights, the sounds, the prize winning???? he’s so fucking happy

- he actually wears glasses to read. he doesn’t need them but he says they make him look smarter.

- is actually a pretty good leader, is not nearly as forgiving as charlie is, but he’s not inherently cruel

- his third favorite color is pink

- his first and second are yellow and red, obviously

- he has expensive ass, maximalist taste.

- he doesn’t use tech because he knows what vox does to said tech.

- he’s always wanted a dog

- he’s very touchy. shows love physically. is only this way if he likes you though

- he has nightmares almost every night

- coffee addict

- because after not sleeping he wakes up looking like death warmed over

- and that’s if he didn’t forget to eat the past few days except for random snacks and didn’t do a 48 hour blitz of staying up working on ducks or the bit of kingdom shit he does.

- he has a handful of servants who he trusts and they are the only one in the house. there’s no team. nothing like that. he keeps it very close

- this was after someone who was a servant tried to throw an angelic dagger at his head because really they wanted to kill him and thought working for him would get them close enough.

- he homeschooled charlie. he knows a lot of stuff and even knew the guy who created calculus!

#hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #lucifer fluff #lucifer head canons #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer headcanons #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel headcanon

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zionworkzs · 2 years ago

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Anyone ask for a needlessly long and emotional dissection of when and how Crowley and Aziraphale fell in love? No? Too bad.

I'm going to start with something controversial.

Aziraphale fell in love first.

To explain this, we gotta get a few things out of the way first.

FALLING in love and KNOWING you're in love are very different things. And the whole concept of LOVING someone and BEING IN LOVE are also different things.

Aziraphale LOVES Crowley from, well from before the Beginning. Because they are both angels and angels love. I would even accept the argument that Aziraphale LOVES Crowley throughout their flashback scenes before the Arrangement (because again, he is an angel).

The Arrangement is born out of a symbiotic want of Crowley and Aziraphale to fuck around and not do their jobs enjoy humanity.

It is my personal belief that Aziraphale FELL in love with Crowley in 1941 when he saves the books (not a hot take, I know).

He REALIZES he is in love with Crowley when he gets the Holy Water for him and the closest we get to that is this scene.

Aziraphale thinks that Crowley wants to use the Holy Water as some kind of last-ditch attempt to get out of trouble. He knows it will kill him, and is incredibly dangerous in general. But he does it anyway. Why? Because he knows Crowley would find a way to get it regardless (most likely some dangerous plan that will result in death or grave injury). At least this way Aziraphale can feel somewhat at peace with the knowledge that Crowley no longer needs to do something reckless to get what he wants. He overtly goes against Heaven in this act, and this is one of only a few times we see him do this to such a degree (see Job).

It is my personal belief, and I'm sorry to be this person, but I don't think that Crowley was IN LOVE with Aziraphale in this scene or in any before it (def well on his way, but we'll get there).

I think that Crowley was still hopelessly intrigued by this angel who did fantastical things, like drink and eat and immerse himself in the aspects of humanity he adored.

And another controversial take I have is that the "you go too fast for me" is not Aziraphale saying he recognizes Crowley's feelings and his own and that Crowley is too fast for him in that respect. Because again, I don't think Crowley is IN LOVE with Aziraphale here.

I think Aziraphale is saying you go too fast for me, you treat life like a speedrun to get to the good parts. Hell, Crowley slept through the 19th century because he wanted time to move forward. Aziraphale recognizes this. He's in love with this demon who won't slow down and appreciate the mundane, human things that Aziraphale treasures. He goes too fast. He never settles down.

(I could do a whole analysis on this scene, but we'd be here till GO Season 3 came out)

I also could accept the argument that Azi realizes he is in love in this scene here when he hesitates before saying friends (Michael Sheen I'm in your walls what the hell was this shit).

Because it does make sense that this is the first time we really see Aziraphale say what they are. But he hesitates so much. Keep in mind this happens AFTER the whole book saving incident. Does he hesitate because holy shit the person I like just did something really sweet and I see them in a new light? Possibly. I still think that Aziraphale deciding to give Crowley the Holy Water was his declaration. But I could be swayed.

Crowley is different in this respect. Contrary to popular belief, I think Crowley falls in love with Aziraphale slowly. So slowly that he doesn't even recognize it as being IN LOVE until it's pointed out by Nina.

Because he falls in love slowly, it's hard to pinpoint an exact scene where he is FALLING IN LOVE. I think throughout the first season (and before when the two are meeting up semi-regularly), when he and Aziraphale are trying to co-parent Warlock and the subsequent hunt for the real antichrist is the clearest I can get to him being IN LOVE.

(Putting this gif in because holy shit, I mean, fuck, bro)

Let me explain.

Until this point (the handful of years prior to and during S1), he and Aziraphale were ships passing in the night. Crowley liked the mystery, the excitement of seeing the angel every so often. Got joy out of teasing him. But this is when Aziraphale becomes more than that. He becomes more of a constant in Crowley's life. And ever since his Fall Crowley has craved stability. A safe place to land. He changes his hair, his clothes, his accent. But Aziraphale doesn't. He just... is. He is constant, mostly unchanging, and still endlessly intriguing.

Crowley is IN LOVE with Aziraphale when he realizes that Aziraphale isn't going anywhere (yet). Crowley can rely on him. And for Crowley, that's something he's never had before.

Crowley LOVES Aziraphale. And he is IN LOVE with Aziraphale, but I genuinely don't think he recognizes it until he could lose him. (He's always been a bit dramatic; it would follow that his realizations only occur under dire circumstances).

Here, when he feels he is losing Aziraphale, Crowley does the one thing he never has before: says what he's feeling. Granted, it's sandwiched by a sassy one-liner and being shit at communication. But it's there.

And I think that he thinks, it's a fluke. One moment of weakness.

But then it happens again. When he's losing Aziraphale. And he can't say anymore. He's done his speech, he's thrown out the nightingales. There's nothing for it.

He KNOWS he is IN LOVE with Aziraphale when he's losing him.

#totally open to discussing this further but please be respectful #this is just my interpretation of their characters #not saying it's the end all be all truth #I just think Crowley is a lot more slow about it than people give him credit for #He's naturally distrusting of others #It would follow that he would be distrusting of himself #theres also that whole self-worth stuff #He never feels truly worthy of forgiveness and says as much in season 1 #100% prepared to walk all of this back when S3 comes out lmao #watch neil be like “actually they confessed their feelings in Heaven before Crowley fell because fuck yall”#good omens meta #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands

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skxllz · 2 years ago

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(I'm listening to thick skull by paramore ft julien baker as I write this)

tw; depression, depressive episode, psychotic break

raindrops pelted bluntly against the glass of the window, splattering like the cold blood of a dead animal.

“ have you ever felt... sad? ”

marko looked up at you from the book he held - the diary. your diary. he had swiped it from your vanity when he first entered your room. now, he was lying on the futon across the room; just lined up right from your bed. “ what? ” the blonde asked, confusion lacing his tone. his brows were even knitted together.

“ sad. ” your voice held an empty undertone to it while you sat upon your window's sil, a perfect spot to sit and watch the show fall in the winter. but as of right now, you were busy watching the rain splat against the ground, the gloominess of the weather fitting the foggy look behind your eyes perfectly. “ have you ever been sad, ‘ko? ”

marko slowly turned his head to looked at you, then. his neck was craned backwards, so to him, you looked as if you were upside down. his arms lowered to rest the open diary against his chest. “ where is this coming from, babe? ”

you had been a little off the entire time he was here, but he didn't think anything of it. you often had mood swings, sudden emotional changes - he thought, maybe, it was one of those nights.

he was right, but very wrong.

you had run out of medication the day prior.

“ I feel as if I want to jump out the window. ” you spoke coldly, eyes fleeting between the ground and your shaky hands. “ I just... I don't want to be sad anymore. It's like a permanent epiphany. ” your lips had begun to quiver, finger tips curling inwards, until the dull ends of your nails were digging into your palm.

instantly, marko rolled off of the couch, only to stride quickly over to you until he was kneeled by your side.

he went to speak, but you did before he could, “ I feel as if I'm realizing, all the time, I'll never get better. ” a shaky inhale was taken, while you stared down at your bare feet. your toes were turning purple from the cold; such bad blood circulation you had. “ these thoughts will never go away, they'll always be here. I'll always be here; struggling to accept that I'm not worthy of living, or— ”

“ baby- angel. ” your teary eyes turned onto marko as he grabbed your hand closest to him. his expression bores pain and concern; those usual happy, gleaming eyes of his holding nothing but hurt now. “ stop, ” the blonde spoke softly, the usual playfulness of his tone gone. it weighed down with raw wariness. his other hand -that had been pinned to his knee- reached up to cup over the chilly back of your hand. you felt so cold...

“ firstly, you know I hate when you talk about yourself that way. ” you didn't say anything to that. instead, you avoided eye contact- but marko forced you to look at him again by squeezing your wrist. his hues were stern; but not a scary stern, more concerned. “ secondly, you're not unworthy of living. you're the most precious thing in this world- to me. to david, dwayne, paul. even michael. ”

a beat of silence passes, before marko continues speaking, “ which leaves me wondering why you'd think such a thing, let alone say it out loud. ”

you were quiet, not wanting to speak anymore. your thoughts were everywhere- so were you. It was terrifying, so terrifying. what if he'd hate you? what if he currently does, and is just dealing with you? so many possibilities- so, so many.

“ y/n. ” blinking, your mind cleared just enough... just enough to look up, and see your mate sitting directly in front of you. he squeezed himself into the other side of the windowsill. even though he looked cramped, even though it was humorous, you still didn't crack not even a smile.

“ don't get caught up in your head again.. ” marko whispered, now taking ahold of your other hand. he squeezed them both.

it was such a small gesture, but your favorite source of comfort. you loved hand holding; he knew this. marko was trying to ground you.

“ .. that's hard... ” you mumbled back, eyes darting, “ so very hard. I'm scared, marko. ” you still couldn't look directly into his eyes. he noticed, but didn't comment on it.

“ babydoll, ” his frame shifted so that he could become more comfortable. then, he learned down, pressing a kiss to the back of each of your hands. “ I'm here.. ” each of his thumbs locked over your fingers, only to gently massage them; slowly working downwards. “ I'll always he here. I won't go anywhere - not while you're like this. ”

“ but- ” you panicked almost immediately. more tears stung your eyes as you bolted forward; knees tucking under your behind. “ you'll still leave? ” a sniffle broke through. “ even after I'm better? ”

marko frowned, his eyes widening. he had realized his mistake. “ no! ” he was quick, moving his arms to wrap around your waist. your body trembled, but he still moved to lift you until you were in his lap. “ no, never. ”

lifting your legs, you maneuvered them over his thighs, only to wrap them around his waist. he glanced down momentarily- but then his gaze was right back on your tear stained, blotchy cheeks. “ angel... ” you slowly, but finally lifted your head to look up at him. a smile managed it's way onto his lips. “ I'll never leave. not in your darkest moments, not in your lightest. I'll always be around. we'll always be here for you. ”

slight disbelief lingered in your eyes, he could see it. but... he knew, as well, you were thinking it over. “ do you promise? ” your voice came out as quiet as a mouse, an edge to it- but, thankfully he could hear you.

marko grinned. “ I promise. ” he held out a pinky towards you; other arm keeping a secure hold. “ pinky promise. ”

you sniffled once more, but managed your own small smile.

lifting your hand, you hooked your pinky with his. “ pinky promise. ”

“ good girl.. ” marko kissed your forehead tenderly, letting his eyes fall shut.

“ there's no need to ever feel scared, princess... your family will always be by your side to scare those monsters away. ”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #marko x reader #tw: depressive thoughts #tw: depressive episode

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another-lost-mc · 1 year ago

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Which of your oc would make the brothers freak out the most if they dating mc? 😂

I think most of the OCs have potential to cause waves among the canon cast once they learn MC is dating someone. (This got a little long, sorry!)

Lucifer - There's bad blood between him and Belial, Azra, and Gabriel in that order. Things might be a bit tense with Meta at first too. The OCs he'd approve of most are Karasu and Seraphiel.

Mammon - He freaks out no matter which demon MC dates, except for Karasu. He's planning their wedding after their second or third date. (He's kinda like a proud older brother in that regard.)

Levi - Karasu based on the Feathered Friends narrative. He doesn't know or interact enough with the other demons to care that much, but he'll back up Mammon or Asmo if either of them have complaints about someone specifically.

Satan - Sometimes I wonder if he would have any subconscious resentment towards any of the angels based on Lucifer's past before the fall. An instinct like, I don't know you but I know you hurt my brother and that's good enough for me. I can see his first potential meeting with Michael and possibly Gabriel being very...tense.

Asmo - I love the idea that he would support MC instead of being upset/jealous that MC is dating someone else. He's very excited about MC and Azra dating, though - two of his closest friends ending up together sounds like something out of a cheesy romcom and he loves it. The three of them shopping together sounds like a blast.

Beel - He's concerned about Azra and Belial who have the most notorious reputations. Things might be awkward for him if MC dated Seraphiel or Uriel as well.

Belphie - Glossing over lesson 16 implications, I think his feelings would be similar with Beel's. He's not sure why Karasu doesn't like him but he finds it amusing and would definitely try to stir up trouble just for a bit of fun.

Diavolo - Karasu doesn't worry him, but the other demons give him some pause. When it comes to the angels, he's torn between disappointment that MC didn't find a partner in the Devildom (aka him) and the opportunity for MC to help strengthen the bond between the two realms.

Barbatos - He's wary of Belial and Zee the most. He'd approve of Gabriel or Meta since they're some of the only angels he knows with any familiarity, but of course, he knows that Diavolo would make a better partner for MC than any angel.

Solomon - Oh boy. He has opinions about nearly all the demons, but especially the ones he has pacts with (Belial) or that he has shaky history with (Tenebris and Azra). He's a bit jealous if MC and Meta end up together, but it's hard to say who exactly he's jealous of - probably both of them. Gabriel doesn't find Solomon's antics amusing which has caused some "differences of opinion" in the past, so there might be tension there too.

Simeon - Jealous of anyone MC chooses to date that's not him, honestly. It might bother him more if MC chose to date one of the angels. Seeing them together in his home realm packs a punch that hits differently, and not in a good way.

Mephisto - I don't think he would complain very much about MC being with one of the demons. He's on good terms with Azra (and by extension, Zee) but he and Belial are more like fair-weather friends. MC dating an angel might mean they visit the Devildom less and he knows that would upset Lord Diavolo and his little brother quite a bit (aka that's unacceptable and should be discouraged).

Raphael - I don't think he would outwardly complain very much (he only wants MC to be happy, even if it's not with him). However, there is obvious tension between him and Azra, Zee and Meta to a lesser extent but he wouldn't instigate any conflicts that come from that - the hostility would have to come from them first. He'd be very happy for Seraphiel or Uriel if they ended up with MC.

Thirteen - Doesn't matter who it is, she's building new traps for all of them.

#jes.replies #jes.oc asks

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sea-owl · 2 years ago

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I have had a shitty day today.

What has put a smile on my face is your accidental marriage trope.

Tell me, what kind of a shitshow does Phillip walk in to ag his first family dinner?

How does he top the chaos with his twins?

Not going to lie, I kinda want it to end with Violet smoking a cigarette in the garage. Trying to recover

I'm sorry you had such a bad day lovley.

Let's see, I've been debating this for a while but what if the accidental marriage also happened in the Full House au. So now we got the Crane twins running wild but they're being horrible influences on their younger cousins. Meanwhile Penelope is trying to stay calm because holy shit the random man from London aka her baby daddy was also here.

The Bridgertons descend on Phillip's home so they can work out some sort of agreement for the anullment, and they're nosy. They need to see what kind of man Eloise married, even if it's only temporary. Plus, since they're trying to stay on the downlow, it would be more inconspicuous for the family to travel separately to an unknown location to the media than to one of their homes.

One by one, the Bridgertons started to show. First to show was Sophie and Benedict, who live the closest. Anthony, Kate, and Violet were next. Violet just had to scout out the new potential grand babies. She has a gut feeling this Phillip fellow and his family are gonna be around longer than what the others think, no matter what Anthony says. Daphne and Simon follow behind. Gregory and Hyacinth drove all the way from University to see this shit show, some good quality entertainment right here. Colin and Francesca are the last to arrive.

Michael can't tell who's tenser between his two friends. He can understand why Phillip is tense. The Bridgertons are a powerful family. Hell, he remembers when John first started dating Francesca how big of a deal it was. Now, here was poor Phillip who just accidentally married in on a drunken night. Penelope has a story with these people though, he can tell.

The meal itself goes well. The Bridgertons ask questions. They learn Phillip is a botanist and a part time professor. He's never been married. He's 30. Favorite color is green. His two friends live with him mainly because he doesn't know what to do with this big house he inherited, so why not let his friends live with him. Two of the four children living in the house are his. No one admits that those children are from drunken one night stands. Better to keep that quiet.

Michael and Penelope get asked questions too. More so Penelope than Michael since Michael already knows the Bridgertons.

Things start getting interesting when they discuss the plan for Eloise's and Phillip's anullment.

"We can't do the anullment right away. The media is in a frenzy right now from Eloise's posts," Anthony starts. "That being said, they'll also be in an even bigger frenzy should we do the anullment too soon or if Eloise is spotted living with one of us. Do you mind her staying here?"

Phillip looked from Michael to Penelope. While it was his house, they lived here too, and he was always fair about them getting their say. Michael shrugged, he didn't mind. Eloise could easily keep up with the kids, and it seems like she's developing a fast friendship with Penelope, too.

"That's fine," Phillip agreed. "Just as long as the children living here are kept out of the media."

Anthony nodded. If there was one thing the Bridgertons could do, it was control the narrative. If they didn't want someone to be known, they could do it. I mean, look at Francesca, no one could find anything about her online unless she shared it. "Our family would feel more comfortable if two of us could possibly check in and keep an eye on things."

Eloise raised an eyebrow. "Are you siccing a babysitter on me?"

"I'm sending damage control," Anthony shot back. "You know Colin and Francesca are some of the best at getting the media to calm down."

"Why can't it be Benedict?" Eloise questioned.

Everyone looked towards the said Bridgerton and his very pregnant wife sitting next to him.

"Very well," Eloise muttered.

"Besides," Colin said. "We'll only be checking in. Officially, Fran and I will be visiting Benedict and Sophie to help them prepare for the baby."

Michael watched Penelope tensed further as Phillip agreed to the babysitters. He really needed to get that story out of her.

Then Violet asked to see the children. "I brought some sweets for them."

Phillip and Penelope got up to go get their respective sets of twins while Eloiseled her family to the sitting. Michael follows his friends to give the Bridgertons some privacy, and he figured this was his best chance to talk to his own little family.

Once they were far enough away from the dining room and not in hearing distance of the kids, Michael pulled his friends to the side. "You two need to relax. I don't know who was tenser between the two of you. I bet if we had put some coal in your hands, we could have made diamonds."

Phillip sighed while Penelope shot Michael a dirty look.

Michael shrugged. "Hey the scary part is over. Now we get to watch Violet get the kids on a sugar high."

Phillip rubbed his temples. "Oh lord, Amanda and Oliver on sugar."

Michael laughed. "Oh, I can't wait for my nibblings' chaos. But before that," Michael turned to the short red head. "What was with you this evening? I understand why Phillip was tense. But you were just as bad."

Penelope let out her own sigh. "Do you remember the random man from London?"

"Your drunken one night stand baby daddy? Yeah, what about him?"

"He's in the sitting room."

Both boys jaws dropped. "Which one?!"

"The babysitter," Penelope answered.

Michael couldn't help himself, he really couldn't. He busted out laughing. "So let me get this straight. The Bridgertons, one of the most powerful families in the country, the same people who gave even my perfect cousin John a hard time. You," he points to Phillip, "accidentally marry one, and you," he points to Penelope, " have babies with another. All thanks to drunk nights!"

Oh this was perfect! Michael couldn't wait to see this shit show play out. Couldn't ask for better entertainment.

"Aren't you in love with Francesca? Who's the other babysitter?"

Oh now why did they have to be rude and bring that up?

#bridgerton #philoise #polin #franchael #accidental marriage #full house au #besties michael phillip and penelope #pray for them yall #they need the singular bridgerton brain cell to work in their favor #phillip crane #michael stirling #penelope featherington

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elfdragon12 · 8 months ago

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So I got a message in my inbox that tumblr somehow gobbled up relating to my post about the "IDW1 Megatron hating organics, but some fans were in denial because James Roberts brushed his xenophobia off too easily and/or they hadn't revisited it in a long time" thing. (It's not even the first time this has happened where I see a message, read it, click away for a moment, and then it's gone.)

This person commented how it seems to be more of a trend in modern sci-fi and fantasy stories that humans tend to be seen as the bad guys, whether or not that's actually true. Their charitable view was that this is because humans in these more fantastical stories are considered "boring". The less charitable view was that fans/writers are more misanthropic.

I think both are right.

A Transformers example is how humans are written in the G1 cartoon versus how they're written in Earthspark. To be honest... Humanity in Earthspark... Does legitimately have reason to be resentful of the Cybertronians. Two different human members of the main cast are amputees due to the Cybertronian war. (And the season 2 writers pretty much legitimized the season 1 antagonists.) Though Megatron has turned Autobot/good guy, the only humans he seems to be genuinely interested in are still just Dot and her family. He shows very little regard or sympathy towards any other humans. Meanwhile, we know that Optimus does try to maintain good relationships with other humans besides the main family. The big reasons that humanity's resentment of Cybertronians seems so bad is that we spend all our time with the Cybertronians, this is said to children who had nothing to do with it, the audience has very little context for how the war even happened, and older fans are much more resentful towards human characters thanks to the Michael Bay movies.

Another example is "War of the Worlds" by HG Wells versus "Gundog" by Gary Whitta. Both of these stories are alien invasion stories that turn pretty sour for humanity. Now, for total transparency, Gundog audio episodes came up as a guest episode on a podcast I really like, but I didn't enjoy Gundog so I never went to finish. The big reason why I didn't like it, however, relates to this topic. The narrator suggests that humanity deserved to be slaughtered and enslaved because they didn't share resources with the aliens and attacked them... Yikes(tm). This has a lot of gross implications when you sit and think about it for a few minutes. On the other hand, War of the Worlds is explicitly a criticism of British imperialism/colonialism. There are at least two lines, one towards the beginning and one towards the end, that make this very clear. HG Wells writes a variety of reactions towards this invasion (the artillery man actually made me think of Andrew Tate, all these big plans but little actual skill to pull them off), yet, despite this being a criticism of colonialism, never really implies that humanity deserved the attack (the closest being that this perhaps taught the British some empathy towards their colonies).

Now, part of this is more awareness of civil rights movements, but a criticism I've seen of using these themes of prejudice as metaphors for real life is that... Humanity often has perfectly legitimate reasons to fear some of these groups. In the 2005 IDW Transformers run, there were around 700,000 casualties on Earth alone, so yeah! Humanity, and organics in general, are not going to have a lot of charitable feelings towards these giant robots who only bring war and fighting! However, the POV characters are from these other groups, so the audience is not encouraged to actually think about the situation much beyond "wow! Humans are so prejudiced! They're being so mean to this not-human character I'm reading about!" when that's not really the case. Or at least, not the whole case.

Just something to think about. A lot of thought and nuance can be put into this topic.

#personal opinion #long post

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666writingcafe · 1 year ago

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The Dining Car

"So, according to the pamphlet, we'll be on the train all night before arriving at the station closest to Lake Io Lanthe in the morning. Once we get off the train, we'll be walking the rest of the way."

Once I'm done talking, Mammon rolls his eyes at me. I understand not wanting to share a room with Luke, but that doesn't completely explain the bad attitude he's had all day, nor does it excuse it.

"You need to take this seriously," Luke chides Mammon. "What if we get lost?" Another eye roll.

"At least I'm not bouncin' up and down like a kid in a candy store."

"That's not how you behaved in the kitchen," MC retorts, glancing up from their copy from the pamphlet to glare at him. Mammon merely returns to picking at his food, which suggests to me that he's too scared to talk back to them. It's interesting, the idea of him fearing them. I don't think he feels that way about anyone else, not even Lucifer--and I've heard some rather loud yelps from him when he's caught red-handed by his brother.

But he has been known to argue with Lucifer, and he's not even attempting to do anything like that with MC.

"Apparently, each of the cars on this train is named after an angel," MC reads out loud.

"Lemme see!" Luke exclaims. Once MC hands him the pamphlet and points to where the information is located, his face lights up.

"That's so cool! It shows just how much they love angels here in the human world." A brief pause, followed by a gasp. "And the first car is named after Michael himself!"

I take a sip from my beverage in order to stop myself from sighing. I really wish Luke didn't hold Michael on this high pedestal. It's only going to hurt him in the long run when he discovers that the seraph is far from perfect.

Don't get me wrong; Michael is ultimately a good person. He just has a lot of issues, his obsession with Lucifer being one of them. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't gotten in trouble for his shrine. The mere possibility of the de-facto man in charge worshiping the Avatar of Pride rather than devoting himself to God--I mean, Father--would bring about an amount of chaos that hasn't been seen since the Great War.

It would certainly make my situation seem far tamer in comparison.

"I mean, when it comes down to it, are angels really that great? I don't see what's so special about 'em."

"How dare you!" Great. Luke and Mammon are arguing.

"Take a deep breath, Luke," MC instructs.

"You're right," he replies once he's calmed down. "I can't let Mammon's stupid attempts at provoking me succeed."

"You know I'm sitting right here, don't ya?"

"Oh, look; dessert's here." The words sound incredibly hollow coming out of my mouth. I just want to eat in peace. The food's not great enough to warrant enjoying it per say, but it's at least edible.

Luke immediately digs into his dessert, offering some to MC in the process.

"Yo, Luke, gimme a bite of that dessert of yours!"

"Eww, no! Why should I give you any of my dessert?!"

"There ya go, actin' like a brat again. Like, take it easy. It's just dessert."

"Look who's talking! You're the one who's insisting on having part of someone else's dessert. That's way more childish!"

I'm getting a headache. This isn't good. It always starts with a headache. Maybe if I can sneak away and decompress--

I feel something grab my hand and squeeze it. Glancing underneath the table reveals it to be MC's hand, although you'd never tell by the look on their face that that's what they did.

I appreciate them trying to comfort me. I really do. This isn't the sort of thing I want them brought into, though. As it is, I've already revealed too much to them about it.

"We'll flip a coin. If I win, I get your dessert."

"No thanks. I don't even want your dessert."

"What, afraid you're gonna lose, are ya? Luke the loser is scared, is that it?"

Tight muscles. That's phase two. Phase three is the internal screaming.

Except everything feels more intense this time. Yes, I'm upset at Mammon for bullying Luke for no apparent reason, but it shouldn't be enough for me to feel like chewing his head off. Besides, I'm usually able to calm down before it gets this far, and yet none of my techniques are working.

"That's impossible! You cheated, didn't you?!"

Another squeeze.

The hand.

"MC, let go," I hiss.

"I can't." I try to myself, but I fail as well. "I'm sorry, Simeon."

I feel bad. I really do. Everyone in this dining car is about to see a nasty side to me. The only thing I can do is hope that no one gets hurt.

"You're Michael's little puppy. You sit in his lap and sniff him and snuggle up against him all day long, doncha?"

There it is. The final straw that broke the camel's back.

"That's enough!" I snarl. Instantly, all eyes are on our table. I'm sure a few other cars heard me as well. I can get rather loud when I'm in this state.

Dinner's officially over.

#obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me luke

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headcanon-territory · 11 months ago

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☆ ~ Part 6 review and rambles - by a person who has part 6 as their first TV series watch -> reasons why because of that one edit in instragram that made it look cool

☆ CHAPTER 1 - Herlock Shomes arc aka Lupin III snooze fest ☆

>Ok to simply start, Part 6 has one of my favorite character designs in the series, I really love work of the Art Director of this Part and 2 of the specials they worked in

-But Part 6 Lupin is too attractive for me that I'm not normal when he comes up sometimes

-On a scale of attractiveness Teal Jacket is up there with Koike Lupin and CGI Lupin

~☆

>Art direction good, Animation was rough on them though

> especially the car scenes girl those are part of this series' core that it's kinda funny - they could have cheesed their way in making it cool by yknow by cutting the fps and do some squashing magic but I dont think budget and time can make up anything for it

>I should watch Part 5 for more Albert and Yata especially Albert because Yata, in comparison to what I said in the movie review post is actually... ok just not as exceptional as Prison of the Past Yata

>Ok to the biggest flaw this part have done - The Sherlock Holmes arc that took half the season

-ive been 2x speeding that whole thing because to simply put: It's almost all talk, the characters are cramped into one scene standing so awkwardly, NERFED ZENIGATA

-they should have some time to flex out the thing with Lily and Lupin because it feels so off that she immediatly knew that Lupin didn't kill her father with ease. Girl let the mystery be a mystery like how did she easily move on when that girl is trauamatized by his mere presence the first time she saw him

>And Sherlock and Lupin immediatly resolved their conflict with eachother when Sherlock disguised himself as Zenigata despite how they advertised part 6 as Lupin vs Sherlock

>SERIOUSLY ONE EPISODE WITH THEM INSIDE A LITTLE RESTAURANT WITH CRIMINALS?? THE TALKING TOOK HALF THE EPISODE IN ONE SETTING

>The Angel Fossil episode was written by Mamoru Oshii right?? Man nice to know he got a chance to show off a piece of his cancelled idea back then

-but instead of The little girl actually being an angel from the original pitch it's that blonde dude from the beginning actually being The Archangel, Michael.

-its an interesting plot but sadly was boring

-Do like that Heaven is canon to Lupin

>The time period episodes are the ones I only enjoyed along with the episode with a treasure hunter Grandma - Sad that they were kinda fillers and could have been used for more stuff with Sherlock

>GOT YURI BAITED FUCK

>God I don't think the production crew was enjoying the first half the moment theyre done with that and immediatly up with some Lupgang shenanigans felt like they can stretch their legs again

>I'm not a Sherlock Holmes fan but the closest thing that I watched related to this series is The Great Mouse Detective and I'm telling you TMS, you guys fumbled such a concept about Lupin III against Sherlock Holmes

>the story was almost all talk, they explained that shit to you with no proper buildup I was 2x speeding this shit in one day before school starts

>"Pops is not a badass" TMS count your days

~ CHAPTER 2: The Tomoe Arc ~ Mommy issues fuckfest ~

>Now Tomoe arc is the good shit and I'm so mad that the Lupin vs Sherlock thing was the thing that advertised Part 6 primarily

>infact all of my screenshots from Part 6 is from this half of the series

>Ok we have the Lupin fangirl episode, a Fanfiction episode, the episode with the fashion designer and Goemon -- THOSE ARE MY FAVORITES - AND THEY ARE ALL CONNECTED TO THE ARC THEY WERENT FILLERS??

>Me rn

>She got most of them from Pinterest boards

>I would have those photos as my pfp btw

>I like sweet man Lupin alot that's why I refuse to watch the more harsher lupin media because sweet lupin is such a comfort character

>I'm sorry Part 6, that whole monologue of Lupin in the trailer going "I'm a villain, I do bad stuff" goes nowhere in this series because Teal Jacket Lupin acts specifically like Cagliostro Lupin especially when he's with Mattea

>also Mattea kinda deconstructs the trope of the innocent girl character that we always have in the movies especially how Lupin treats her

-man she is fucked up but sad they didn't show her story more clearly

>Actually all the "Dangerous Women" that appeared each episode also deconstucts the whole thing with the NPC girls from the movies existing there for Lupin to solve their problems with how all of them are containing pieces of a puzzle that Lupin has to solve for his own problems - only for that problem to escalate

>The episodes that distances itself from the plot were fun that I didn't mind

>I'm gonna peg you Lupin

>I'm so horny for Teal Jacket Lupin save my soul

>Stupid snork minimi outfits

>Also the fact they even explained why the Lupgang are shown cooking dinner and have turns is because of Poker

-isnt that the most (unconvetional) marriage thing ever

>Even the 2nd half dosent Yuri Bait you this immediatly is superior than whatever the first half tried to offer

>Ok now the Tomoe arc has some unavoidable flaws, of course the ending and the reveal was lackluster and turns out that Tomoe was just chilling somewhere but hey what else can they do

>But the 2 episodes before the ending was wow..

>slowly and surely we are trying to figure out the nature of Tomoe through all the perspective of the girls and only in Episode 22, we finally got a peak of what Tomoe is capable of

>and how fucked up she is - Tomoe is doing all of that just to get Lupin back??

[TW:S/A AND SUICIDE MENTION]

-She has to fuck up lives of girls especially with Mattea and Mariel like girl?? You are manipulating a girl that she loves the guy that raped her???? And even got another girl in the scene to shoot the men Mariel interacted with and shoot herself after

>Wow how everything is set up and all comes together is great. sad that they all end up standing there in the last confrontation

>Also the surreal parts and fucked up lupin is what I came for holy shit look at that

>Tomoe's plan can't work dawg has his gang on the back of his mind

-Also the cage symbolism

-i really fuck with these scenes

>tomoe those cards aren't meant for you and Lupin that's meant to represent The Lupgang and their poker nights in order to see who's cooking dinner

>Fujiko's symbol item was a lipstick?? but what else can represent Fujiko

>Should have some Zenigata in there because of them being in eachother's subconcious

>Also fucked up Lupin shots goes so hard

>I should watch Mamo I need to dissect the lupins

>I absolutely love Tony Oliver's performance I was interested on how hes gonna work this past episodes out especially that this cast started with this series on crack

>The ending was saved by the conclusion being Polycule love wins

>and the lupgang being important to Lupin kinda shows too during the episodes with the ladies and how they are also connected to some of them

>seriously hold up

-You woke up from a hypnotist's trance because of your "companions"

- Your 'partner' shoves a cigarette into your mouth that was from his MOUTH

-said that they have dinner duties when one of them lose to poker

>Yea Fujiko you simply said that one episode regarding the lupgang, "I wouldn't call them exactly friends"

Yea because THEIR YOUR BOYFRINEDS!!!! YOUR STUPISF BOYFRIENDS!!!1!‼️‼️

>also the series after this was Lupin: Zero and weirdly never shows Lupin's mom but what they show is that Grandpa Lup and Dad Lup are also terrible parents so therefore: Lupin is the result of unproper care when he was a kid, genetics by horrible people and his only loving figure was a creepy woman that manipulated him

~~~~ END - What could've been & Zenigata ~~~~

How everything was set up in the tomoe arc and how that part of of the season was enjoyable enough I do wish They executed it better because alot of ideas had so much potential

Especially some scenes in the middle of the sherlock Holmes part

Like Zeni telling Yata to leave because the case is not safe for him since he knows the lengths Lupin can go and plus Sherlock Holmes but Yata refuses as he won't leave his teacher. Cool right?? And then got fucked over with the lack of Zenigata just for Sherlock to shine.

The overwhelming lack of Zenigata was the biggest flaw this part done even for the 2nd half. The writers don't wanna handle him that they put him in fucking jail for some Yata screentime. I love Yata but Yata content in exchange for Zenigata's??

And Zenigata was the guy that found out Tomoe's hiding spot for the audience to know but he came there last minute

And even they put the usual lupgang shenanigans in the last second

But in the end: Part 6 was saved in the second half but was still overshadowed by the very very undercooked first half that would have worked If the production team even tried

and The cast being so enjoyable kept me going but it really shows that without them I wouldn't have watched anything from the part at all..

~ ~ ~ ~

Sivhghgh,; you can even watch the 2nd half without the need of watching the 1st - It's fun and fun angst

#lupin iii #teal jacket #lupin iii part 6

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caelcstis · 1 year ago

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This was so.. embarrasing. For Diavolo to be the one to caress him like this, run his hands all over his wings which already twitch from how they haven't been shown such affection in centuries, for him to even offer something like this... "That.. feels good." He spoke, letting out a Shakey breath. He doesn't understand why this felt so intimate. Well, yes, it was intimate, but back in heaven, others used to do this to him almost all the time. Raphael, Simeon, even Michael at some point. The lower angels would dote at him, their eyes shining with sparkle for even getting to talk to him, being able to caress those wings would make their day.. no, year. So why with Diavolo, does it feel like it runs.. deeper?

unprompted asks. // @bittcnneck always accepting !!

diavolo, though he didn't have nearly as much as what lucifer used to, he still knew the weight of wings, how tiring they could be - how much it could make a person stiff if they didn't take care of themselves. he also knew just how much lucifer DID NOT care for himself like he should have. if he cared for himself just a fraction what he did for his brothers, he wouldn't be turning to such a mess under his thumbs that worked out the tightness by the nape of his wings that met his back and shoulders blades.

" i'm sure it does, the knots in your back are awful tonight. "

diavolo wasn't a fool, he knew lucifer letting him touch him was blessing enough, letting him touch his wings? it was a whole other level of intimacy that diavolo knew well himself. he may have not been uptight with his own the way angels grew up being, but he knew only those closest to him would be allowed to touch his wings like this.

they were much more sensitive compared to the feathery pair underneath his hand. leathery to their touch, even with their gilded armor and jewelry decorating their spans, a simple caress to the apex would have the prince shivering.

still, he must have been working where it was due. hearing the way lucifer's voice trembled and his breath hitched while his thumbs smoothed over scarred flesh and into the gentle fluff of new feathers regrowing over old. a low hum slipped past diavolo, " it'd be stupid of me to suggest for you to be easier on yourself, hm? you're just as bad - if not worse, than barbatos when i voice my concerns over you. " but he really wish those he cared so much for would listen to him as much as they wanted HIM to listen to them.

maybe that's why he was so stubborn with them.

#letters received &&. sent out ⸢ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 / asks &&. answers ⸥#bittcnneck #the crown fits you now; perhaps more than it had anyone else ⸢ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎 / first. ⸥#he knows a good deal on massaging wings luci don't u worry-

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So I want to talk about something with Lucifer that I view as very crucial to Lucifer’s personality. And as such, obviously there will be heavy religious topics buT BEAR WITH ME, IT’S IMPORTANT TO HIS CHARACTER.

Lucifer discusses the end of the old era. “ It will be reborn as a new kingdom with a new hierarchy. The world where god stands at the top will end. The new fire will burn all that is old. “ And this, to me, is a heavy similarity to the huge difference between the Old Testament and New Testament. ( For those of my followers not raised with knowledge of this, I’d briefly touch on why this is important when i discuss Lucifer’s character ) . In essence, he’s talking about burning away all the traces of the old testament, INCLUDING all the original angels. The category that him and michael both fall into.

Lucifer was one of the first angels, created to be ‘ perfect ‘ - the most beautiful , the wisest out of the angels , the closest to god. Created around the same time as him was Michael , Gabriel, Jegudiel, Selaphiel , Uriel, Raphael, and Barachiel. With the exception of Uriel and Michael and Raphael, it’s safe to assume the rest already passed. Why is this important ? Because these were the ‘ old ‘ angels created by the version of God like the Old Testament. A far crueler and intense god, compared to the caring, kinder God of the New Testament that aligns better with the ‘ new ‘ angels.

We really only have Michael and Lucifer to base analysis off of, and the brief hints of Uriel’s past behavior, and a few lines of Gabriel. Uriel had changed a lot, but Lucifer mentions him trying to storm Hell. Looking at these, all of them display traits of ruthlessness, apathy, and extreme devotion ( whether it be to god or their own ideals. Even Uriel nearly went into hysterics when Solomon questioned him ) in addition to manipulation. They’re vicious and cruel , and they had a God with a warped sense of love. Lucifer is HEAVILY, HEAVILY influenced by this. He was God’s closest angel after all. He was constantly with this cruel old testament God showing twisted love for his humans. He was surrounded by the other ‘ old ‘ angels who were also influenced, though to a lesser degree. Thus his personality was born from this, it was instilled on him and what he learned. To HIM, this is love. After all, people love and praise God and Lucifer knows how God truly is, and people adore him. All the angels flourished in a toxic and vicious circle with each other, hence the appearance of the intense personalities. Michael’s intense violence/cruelty, Lucifer’s intense manipulation, Gabriel’s intense ruthlessness/devotion, etc. It truly was not something Lucifer intentionally learned, it’s how he was created/raised.

Now over time, Lucifer’s come to see and acknowledge the sharp differences between the old angels and new. The new angels are given more freedom to feel, they are surrounded by passionate but calmer angels. Certainly the new angels can be cruel, angels are NOT kind creatures, and especially the newer ones can be cruel if often interacting with the ‘ old ‘ angels. He’s well aware, more than anyone else, how bad it is but he sabotages himself whether he wants to or not. It’s so deeply ingrained in his creation, especially with constantly being with the Old Testament God and listening to him. But even Lucifer himself doesn’t fully understand how deeply it’s effected him. He can TRY to learn or to change, but it’s part of his core. He may be able to change for loved ones, but only them, to others he is just as manipulative and ruthless as ever.

#᛭ — [HEADCANON] fate carved by unshaking hands [LUCIFER]

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toomanysurveys9 · 2 years ago

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I need to update my profile picture.

Is there a gang problem in your area? It depends who you ask. It's not noticeably a problem that I can tell.

Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn’t busy? I don't. I don't often go to Starbucks anyways, but when I do, I don't think I ever choose anything complicated. I'm pretty easy to please.

Do you consider airports to be emotional places? I mean, they can be for some people, depending why they are there.

Where do you need to be? I don't need to be anywhere else right now.

Would you date an already attached person? I would not.

When you marry, will you wear white? I did wear white.

What vaccine that you’ve received hurt the most? I can't remember any hurting really.

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? I guess so.

What will it take to make or break this day for you? I mean.. it wasn't a bad day. But if I can actually have some me-time like I am getting for the moment, that will make me happy.

Would you give up a dream for someone you loved? I've done it before, so probably. It definitely depends what the dream is and for who I would be giving it up as well.

Could you date someone who’s only been your friend for a long time? Yeah.

Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? Monogamous.

Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? I've never had to. I've been with Jacob forever.

Do you think it’s better to look for love or let it find you? I let it find me.

Have you ever found yourself worrying about commitment? To jobs mostly.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Not that it is something I would need to worry about - I'm not leaving Jacob and I don't think he's leaving me - but it'd be hypocritical of me to say no kids when I have three. Plus, I love kids and being a mom.

Have you ever learned an important lesson as a result of a break up? Not really.

Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than three months of no communication? Not really.

Do you or would you ever wear fake eyelashes? I don't and they're not my thing.

Do you think that smaller breeds of dogs are cuter than big ones? I prefer bigger dogs.

When was the last time you slept in a tent? High school for a church thing.

What brand of make-up do you prefer to use? I don't care about brands. I don't wear makeup enough to care.

Do you have any siblings and if so, what’re they like? I have five younger siblings. They range in ages from 29 to 10 years old. And they are all very different. I think I am closest to my brother and my 21-year-old sister though because they are the least judgmental.

What was the last television show that you sat and watched multiple episodes of? New Amsterdam.

Is there anything significant happening this month? I turned 30 on the 1st of this month. And today marks 4 years at my job, which is the longest I have stayed at any job.

When was the last time you plucked your eyebrows? I never have.

Do you have any chronic pain? Nope.

When was the last time you had a Poptart? It's been quite a few months.

Do you like hot chocolate? I do.

Who is your best guy friend? Jacob.

What’s your favorite Michael Jackson song? Probably Thriller.

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? Walmart. They're not my favorite, but all of my clothes are from there.

When was the last time you got your hair done professionally? A few months ago.

Do you like TGI Fridays? I've only been there like once. So I can't really say.

Have you ever gotten your legs waxed? Nope.

Have you ever read anything by Edgar Allen Poe? I have for school.

When was the last time it rained where you live? Today.

Do you like horses? I guess so.

What is your opinion on air pollution? That we should be doing more to do it less. It's bad and it's going to kill us all rather quickly if we don't. And I would like my kids to get to grow old.

What are your grandfathers’ names? Dan. And Donnie.

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Yeah. Jake has had a few and my cousin has like 18 at her house last time we talked.

Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? Nope.

#survey #surveys #personal #questions #random #question

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prettyyyboyluke · 3 years ago

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something about this fucking gif gives me asshole!luke

y/n and luke had an interesting relationship. by the book, they’re perfect for each other. luke having a bit of a bad boy exterior, but very soft and kind interior. y/n loved the bad boy side of luke, something she craved for. that’s why she kept coming back to luke, literally. when she let luke have her, she loved every second of it.

how attentive he was to the sounds and movements y/n would make. y/n loved the praise luke would give her. luke loved giving it to her, too. no matter how he was fucking y/n.

luke could never figure out what game she’d play though. the game where she likes to sit close to him during their smoke rotation. or, the game where she would brush past him and see him get flustered when she’s dancing with calum. y/n knew what she was doing to luke, and she wasn’t gonna stop.

luke hears y/n walk in, and he has to try not to snap his neck to get a look at her. she’s wearing a red crop top, and luke knows when y/n wears red, he’s in for a treat.

y/n locks eyes with luke, keeping her feet walking towards the kitchen. she made herself a drink, downing it instantly, wanting to feel the burn in her throat. the second drink she made, she sipped. she made her way into the living room, seeing calum rolling a joint for their group.

she sat down by calum, getting his attention immediately. “i was wondering when you’d show up. normally we’re dancing right now.” calum says, laughing towards the end of his sentence.

“i show up when it feels right, calum. and i’d say i got my timing right.” she says, watching as luke makes his way into the room.

calum knew y/n and luke wanted to be with each other. sometimes he would encourage y/n’s game because he likes how excited she would get. they would flirt on occasion, mostly over text when she wanted some praise. y/n let calum kiss her once, she was a little drunk, and he was the closest one to her on the dance floor.

luke sat down by michael. still relatively close to y/n that they would still pass the joint to each other. calum starts the rotation, taking two drags before passing it along. y/n takes it next, inhaling by counting to five, then breathing out. she does it twice before passing it to luke.

she blinks the entire time, letting luke’s fingers graze hers. the eye contact now making her feel weak. luke somehow looks down at her. eyes dark and filled with so many emotions. he would look down at her like that when her lips were around his cock. luke didn’t break the eye contact, knowing he has control over y/n. luke brings the joint to his lips, inhaling for what feels like ever to y/n.

y/n snaps out of her trance when calum nudges her foot with his. she looks over to calum, the white of her eyes now red, her pupils dilating until she’s focused. “you good?” he asks when he sees her focus. she nods her head, touching her throat.

“i-i need to get some water.” she says, looking over to luke.

not long after, luke follows y/n into the kitchen. once she takes a few sips of water, she breaths. “got your head in the clouds, y/n?” luke asks, leaning against the counter opposite of her. she shakes her head no, taking another sip of her water.

“needed some water, my throat was dry.” she says, standing up straight.

luke hums at her comment. “i’ve only heard you that quiet when my cock is down your throat. so, something must’ve been on your mind.” he says, smirking at her.

y/n rolls her eyes. “don’t be a dick, luke, i don’t like it.” she somewhat pouts to him. he starts to walk closer to her, she moves so they can both lean against the counter.

“guys like me, like girls like you, and girls like you, like guys like me.” he says, pulling her in by her waist. “you wanna know what i don’t like, angel? i don’t like it when you dance with calum, staring at me.” he rebuttals her statement. y/n opens her mouth like she’s about to speak, but she can’t think of anything to sass luke back with. “i always win the power battle, angel. you know that, don’t you?” he asks, taking her chin between his fingers and making her look at him.

y/n’s body begins to tingle, everywhere. she’s trying to concentrate on luke’s words, but now her head really is in the clouds. she wants to melt into him, letting him have control. answering his every question, making him proud of her. “yes, i know that.” she finally answers. luke’s quick to smirk down at her. he takes her hand, and leads her up the back stairs to his room. y/n knew exactly where they were going, this was how they snuck away so often.

y/n takes a seat on luke’s bed, watching him lock his door. he was wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants, wanting to keep his look laidback for the night. y/n moves to the edge of the bed so she could take luke’s sweatpants off. she was desperate for his cock. there was excitement in her eyes, knowing in a couple minutes, she would be fucked her favorite way.

when y/n picked the more dangerous game, she needed to ride luke’s cock. it still made her feel powerful, knowing luke was hers. if you asked her who she would pick, she would say luke. once y/n got luke’s sweatpants down, she pulls his cock out of his boxers. the shiny pink head glistening with precum as she pumped once, twice.

she opens her mouth, taking his cock with ease. she likes to be a little messy with it, spitting and using her hands with what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. she focused on the tip of luke’s cock, moving her tongue all around it. kissing the tip once. he was always quick to grab her hair, guiding her down his cock. he looks down at her, like he was before during the smoke rotation. his eyes dark, letting her know that he’s in control.

luke guides her as much as she can take until she gags lightly. she looks up at him, waiting for him to praise her. luke moves her head up and down until he hears y/n whine. he would tease her like this, by being greedy, and y/n didn’t like to share. luke takes his cock out of y/n’s mouth, pulling her to her feet. “why are we whining, angel? hmm?” he asks, caressing his hand with her cheek.

“please, luke, i need you.” she breaths, anxiously moving, starting to feel restrained by her clothes. luke moves his hands down to take off her shirt, watching her sigh of relief when air hits her skin. she takes off her bra, letting her breasts bounce to their natural state. luke sits her down on the bed, taking the waist band of her pants and bringing them down her legs.

y/n takes off her panties, keeping her legs closed until luke wants to spread them. luke sits on the bed, pulling her into his lap. y/n’s sat right above his cock, her hips threatening to dip down. luke has them in a tight grip, making her stay still. y/n’s eyes are full of want, she has her hands wrapped around luke’s wrists, trying her hardest to let him move them.

she can’t wait any longer, she moves her hips right against luke’s cock, letting out a soft moan. luke wants to buck his hips up against y/n, but he won’t give her that satisfaction. instead, he lets her continue moving her hips. y/n’s hands came to luke’s thighs, her nails digging into the area above his knees, she was trembling. “who made you this greedy, huh angel?” luke asks.

a harsh slap landed on her bottom, and it made her jolt forward. her head was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, mouth falling open at the newfound sensations. she was right above his cock now, luke ready to move her hips so she could whine for him. “better answer me, angel, i can make you wait all night.” luke threatens.

“you made me greedy. letting me have what i want when i want it.” she says, hoping and praying that luke will move her hips down onto his cock. when y/n grows impatient and starts to wiggle her hips, luke’s grip became tighter. “please, luke, i need to feel you.” she says, her lips dangerously close to his. luke can see y/n thighs tremble, loosing their battle of sitting up.

luke closes their gap, kissing y/n. her kiss back is more delicate than luke wanted, but he could tell her mind was on something else. she didn’t have the strength to kiss luke like she wanted. luke lines y/n up with his cock. “there you go, angel. right where you wanna be,” luke hisses when she sinks down on him, and she released an agonized moan as her walls stretched to accommodate him. “fuck, you take me so well, baby. no squeezing, alright?”

y/n rolls her head back, feeling every nudge of luke’s cock inside of her. she starts to move her hips back and forth, indulging in her euphoric state. she smiles and bites her bottom lip, moving how she wants on luke’s cock. luke follows the movement of her hips with his hands. dipping into the inside of her thighs, close to rubbing on her clit.

luke moves his hands and pulls her in by her back, letting her sit higher on his cock that his tip no longer hits her spongy spot. y/n whines, not wanting to stay still. “no, please, i need to cum.” she says, starting to squeeze around luke cock’s. he’s quick to snap his hips up inside y/n. she jolts forward again, stabilizing herself on luke’s shoulders. her breath catches in her throat, knowing her orgasm is approaching. “oh, daddy, please.” her mouth wide open in anticipation of the scream that would surely come out of her.

a sheen of sweat was covering luke, dampening the curls that were at his forehead. merciless slaps filled the once quiet room with a sinister layer of raspy groans and fucks. “alright angel, fuck, show me how i make you feel.” luke spits. he’s pounding into y/n, making her pussy contract around his cock. “fuck, don’t squeeze me like that,” he says, harshly slapping her bottom again.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please, i’m so close.” y/n says. she’s laid completely into luke, relying on him to keep her upright. her hands lightly held onto his shoulders. once she feels luke’s fingers rubbing her clit, she looses it. trying to run away from his cock and his hand, but can’t. her body is overwhelmed with pleasure and numbness. she’s shaking her head, but pleas keep coming out of her mouth.

“gonna make me cum, baby, fuck,” he stills, neck veins red and protruding. warm spunk coached her walls, mixing with her own wetness. y/n picks her head up and looks at luke’s disheveled hair. she brushes it out of his face before planting a kiss on his lips. with luke’s cock still inside her, every nudge luke makes, she feels. she has to put her hand on his chest when she’s sensitive enough it hurts.

luke wants more from y/n. he knows she’s still sensitive since her legs keep shaking when she moves slightly. he licks his fingers quickly before rubbing at y/n’s puffy clit again. y/n’s hips jerk back, “daddy” she slips out. luke keeps his cock deep inside her, moving slightly every now and then. “c’mon baby, i want one more.” luke encourages her.

y/n’s toes are curling so hard, she swears she hears them crack. her hands digging into luke’s knees, trying to keep herself up. luke’s hand doesn’t slow down in the slightest. “there’s my good girl,” luke says, knowing that’s the push she needs. her body buckles forward, pushing against luke as hard as she can. luke’s smirking at her, watching her move under his touch. luke rides out y/n’s orgasm as long as he can. he stops when y/n’s not moving her hips anymore.

luke waits until y/n opens her eyes to take his cock out of her. she groans when she feels her stomach empty again.

“stop messing with me and let me have you.”

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