#that talk with the devil and michael over his body and the whole thing of jesus being tempted as a human by the devil always made me wonder

[crazy-maracuya]

Love the idea of trickster Lucifer/The Devil who tries to manipulate and psychologically torture everyone into leaving god and taking away all their chance to be redeemed.

But I'm hungry to see Michael never falling for it.

And I don't mean the Archangel who goes down to his level to make people still have faith, who also hurts others and even his own to go against the devil. Neither do I also mean the Archangel who is blinded by faith and does whatever he wants because he can't fall, or even the Archangel who acts just as pompous and prideful as any other prince.

I clave for the Archangel who fails and learns his lessons, who always gets hurt in the end but never gives up on humanity, the one that became so human it breaks him entirely, the Archangel chief prince that rules through heaven and the pressure of it holds him forever. The Archangel whose faith doesn't waver, whose scars are visible like those of a warrior, whose mind is sharp from the ages and wise from its confrontarions with the devil. The one who is patient enough to hold a conversation with the worst of kind, the one who has learned resilience from the humble and recieved strength from the loveless. The one that has been through the war and never forget it, but neither does it forget to love the enemy through it.

[mammonswhore]

Someone Who Loved Me

Summary: Lucifer goes too far this time. Based on Conan Gray's verse "Someone who loved you wouldn't do this[...]"

Warnings: angst. MC and Lucifer break up,no comfort.

It had all happened after a Student Council Meeting. Diavolo had talked about a soon meeting with the angels from the Celestial Realm, including Michael. Outside the rain was pouring and Cerberus was growling because he couldn't go out on his daily walks. And to top all of that, someone broke the sink so there was dishes pilling up on the kitchen counter. But the cherry on top was given by Satan and Belphegor when they used MC to prank Lucifer as soon as he got home,without them knowing they were the bait.

A simple,useless prank. A magic suspended bucket filled with rotten eggs,devil milk, glue and many more things that were supposed to fall on top of Lucifer. He would have avoided it if it wasn't because MC was waiting for him at the door,a smile on their face as he made his way inside with a tired smile. Sadly,as soon as he put a feet inside the bucket turned upside down and all it's content splashed Lucifer's whole body and the documents he was holding.

Lucifer saw red.

The only person around was MC,his beloved and oh so mischievous partner. If they were the only one around then it was their prank,why else would someone play a prank on him if they weren't going to see the outcome of it? Soon enough the yelling started and so did his steps.

The fury emanating from Lucifer's body was intense; eyebrows furrowed and darker eyes completed his somber expression. A few inches separated him from MC's shocked body.

All the words leaving his mouth were charged with anger and unnecessary violence. Mistakes, pranks, comments, everything that MC may have done in the past that affected Lucifer were now being listed to them.

"I don't even know why I keep up with you every single day." His tone was low, he didn't yell but MC's would have preferred that if that meant he wouldn't have said that.

"A relationship is not about keeping up with each other." With trembling words and a irrational fear, MC spoke.

"Then don't give me more work to do." After saying that,Lucifer turned around and left.

"Was that it?" MC couldn't help but to ask themselves. All this time dating was something Lucifer saw as work to do? And if he did, did he saw their relationship as a never ending job? Was he doing all of this just to please Diavolo's expectations?

That day everything was quiet. Everyone heard the argument they had and nobody was brave enough to do one more mistake and face Lucifer's wrath. Only one person was stupid enough to try and get him to think: Mammon.

"MC is very hurt about what you said." Mammon knew he had to start there and reading the room told him that he would be okay. Two empty Demonus bottles,the dirty clothes on one corner of the room and the paperwork scattered on the desk; very clear reasons that Lucifer was tired and trying to figure out what to do.

"And?"

Lucifer's response was vague and dry, something Mammon was not expecting to hear. It made him mad to even picture MC crying themselves in their room,alone and probably cold because the heater was broken (Beel's little outrage, he's sorry tho).

"Lucifer if you don't go and talk to them, someone else will. And I guarantee you that the end of your relationship is going to get to you sooner than later if someone else goes before you." Harsh words were what Lucifer needed to hear and Mammon was there to provide them.

"They choose me over everyone else for a reason."

"Yes and you told them they were a charge on you,like work. If MC doesn't let you say that to us, can you imagine what they are going through after you said it directly to their face?"

Oh. A part of Lucifer wanted to break down in tears yet his pride stopped him to. Standing up and giving Mammon a nod,he walked towards MC's room.

"Oh..." MC opened the door when he was bringing his hand up to knock.

"MC,we need to talk."

"Yes. Come inside."

The smell of burnt wax,cinnamon and citrus, filled Lucifer's nose as he walked inside the room. The bed was disheveled and everything was clean almost pristine.

"I want to apologize for my behavior,my anger shouldn't have been directed to you." His eyes caught vision of two suitcases,his heartbeat increases expecting the worst to happen.

"There is no need for you to apologize,Lucifer. I have already made my decision... We need to break up,I cannot be with you knowing that you see me as work to do." Without stuttering or doubting,MC said looking at Lucifer's bright red eyes.

"We can fix this,I will change but you don't need to back away for one mistake I have made." His chest was swollen with wounded pride, he had never thought of himself as someone who begged for love but those were times of desperate measures.

"It's not only this,Lucifer. It's the critiques, the need to pretend that I can be like you. I cannot comprehend the levels of violence you use on a daily and not only physical violence with your brothers under the disguise of punishments but also making me think that I can't do anything without you. You know I am capable of things yet you always make this backhanded comments about my 'dummy' behaviors. I am not sorry for not being serious all the time and I am truly sure that if I keep adapting to what you want I will loose myself to please you." Valid points, MC was making valid points about how much pain they had to go through with Lucifer as their partner.

"I love you."

"I know you do love me,Lucifer. But your way of showing love hurts me."

Silence. Several minutes of complete silence interrupted by a knock on the main entrance.

"I am leaving,Lucifer. I nees to heal away from you and everyone,I have to fucus on myself. I will be back soon,if you allow me to."

Lucifer just nodded,feeling defeated after a very long time. MC grabbed their suitcases and got close to him,kissing him for the last time.

"I will always love you,Lucifer... But I need you to love me right because you cannot hurt the people you love like that." Lucifer was speechless trying to remember the kiss that just happened, the taste and the feeling of their lips connected for the last time.

[maggot-monger]

alright alright getting back into the swing of this: so a lot of lucifer’s characterization is mostly ambiguous & implied rather than stated outright, and one of the the features of that is the role of Shame in his self-concept. so much of the basis for the character is the open invitation to make comparisons with sam, and sam is absolutely riddled with shame about so much of himself, so you gotta wonder how much that translates over, right? maybe? sure. 

arguably this is one of the main differences between sam and lucifer: lucifer is infamous for his pride, and seems overconfident in the extreme, in at least his convictions — vs sam, who does stuff he thinks is for the best but keeps getting shot down for it and is full of guilt and has massively lost confidence in himself by s5. sam is a character built around shame and lucifer is a character built around pride; they are not the same in this aspect of their characterization. i think this is a very reasonable and accurate reading but i’m going to keep going because i think the text supports further digging and i am already down in this hole with a shovel. so.

the moment when it’s clearest that lucifer is not 100% proud of himself for what he’s doing is in swan song when he’s trying to talk michael into not having the apocalypse and says “god wanted the devil.” it seems hard to picture that The One-Time Favorite who still thinks he’s trying to correct god’s mistake would be thrilled about having that title be his; there’s a definite level of self-awareness there that he is not occupying a role with any glory attached to it. imo it’s impossible to say for sure if lucifer at this point sees what he’s doing as a good thing that everyone else is wrong about, or if he thinks of it as a bad thing that nonetheless has to be done. my interpretation is that it’s both: lucifer is an internally conflicted character in a lot of ways in s5; there’s no reason this wouldn’t be another example of that. 

it does seem embarrassing to have only demons on his side, and if you take kripke’s comparison to paradise lost into account (which i will of course do at every hint of an opportunity lol), it would make sense for this to be a “it’s an awful job but somebody has to do it and i guess i’ve been nominated” situation, which suggests he’s maybe not thrilled about his actions. 

but he also doesn’t seem actually to have a problem with anything he’s doing, and he does find humanity as a species to be reprehensible. so i don’t think it would be accurate to suggest he doesn’t really want to be killing humanity and he just has to because that’s what he’s supposed to do. he could do something other than that, but he seems to want to do it, or at the very least not to hate what the job entails (although he does concede ”i know it’s awful” in abandon all hope about killing a town full of people, which he probably does feel that it is, but it’s pretty flippant and the awfulness seems not to be a huge problem for him, especially since he chooses literally to get his hands dirty in that scene and others when he almost certainly wouldn’t have to). he seems to feel like he is doing the correct thing, even if the job title sucks, and even if he would also accept a few alternative courses of action if heaven(/michael) would give him a break. i like comparisons between the apocalypse for lucifer and sam’s demon blood arc, but i think sam was a lot more embarrassed about his actions than lucifer is about his. 

i do think, though, that lucifer could very fairly be interpreted as being ashamed of how he’s perceived, even if he doesn’t think it’s fair that he’s perceived that way. it sucks to fall from universe’s prettiest princess & god’s favorite to the devil who recently crawled out of a hole in hell. it sucks that his whole family is trying to kill him now now. it sucks not to have any backup but demons, considering he and everyone else hates demons. it sucks to have to walk around in the body of the kind of creature that caused all his problems in the first place in order to get anything done. it sucks that the body he spends so much of his time in is visibly falling apart. it sucks that he has to drink gross demon blood to hold it together. it’s not just a shitty situation, it’s a humiliating situation. 

so, considering that, i would suggest that while most of the pride and overconfidence is real, some of it is also compensating for how he has nothing else going for him. gotta be your own cheerleader if nobody (or at least nobody you respect) is in your corner, right? have to commit 100% to violence and wrath if the alternative is being hurt, hopeless, and ashamed — especially since he’s a character who used to have a lot of support and validation for his pride, before the fall. as always, things about lucifer manifest differently from how they manifest for sam given their different backgrounds, one being human and the other being an archangel, and ofc their different narrative roles, but i do think there being some underlying shame is at least a plausible part of lucifer’s characterization, even if there’s less of it and it’s less visible than it is in sam’s. 

[neodracunyan]

The Dark Origin Story of Freakazoid Mouse

"Disney Cartoons presents" "A MICKEY MOUSE sound cartoon"

"The Dark Origin Story of Freakazoid Mouse"

"A Walt Disney Comic by UB IWERKS"

"RECORDED BY Powers Cinephone SYSTEM"

"Copyright MCMXXIX"

Location: Noir City - The Toon Town Area

Date: September 13, 1937

Time: 9:30 PM

No POV

Everyone knows the story of suicidemouse.avi that tells the tale of the cartoon mouse named Mickey Mouse, who was heartbroken when he saw his beloved wife, Minnie talking to a tall and gracious mouse named Mortimer Mouse, not even bothering that was there and saw the whole thing as he later sank into a deep depression and ended his life by injecting himself with a syringe filled with a deadly drug known as liquid polonium. He then took a walk down a dark street late at night before the drugs started to kick into his system as he began smiling in a creepy fashion due to all the stress he had to deal with during show business to make all the children and his fans happy and even his father and creator, Walt Disney told him to be a man and go with the flow.

Eventually, the drugs had already finished the job as Mickey died from the drug's effects as his dead body lays on the street with a very creepy smile on his face before his body was taken away by none other than the Devil himself.

But what if the story is much more different than the original plot and Mickey is still the happy-go-lucky mouse we all know and love?

Well, to answer your question, there is a universe where Mickey Mouse actually had a normal and happy life and was happily married to Minnie Mouse and they are friends with a happy-go-lucky human teenage boy by the name of Michael Theodore, whose life ended from one bad day that changed his life forever after taking the same syringe filled with the same kind of drug that Mickey took that ended his life and career, only for Michael to a little extra ingredient to the concoction, a few drops of ink that brought the toons to life in cartoons, thinking that he will speed up the process of killing himself.

However, things did not go as planned as adding a few drops of toon ink didn't actually kill him, but he did met a fate that is much more worse than death itself.

This is a story about a young teenage boy named Michael Theodore that later became a mouse toon, otherwise known as Freakazoid Mouse after Michael was been made fun of by a group of mean kids that called him a "freak" just because he was hanging out with a bunch of toons like Mickey and his friends that lead to him into a deep state of depression that lead to him having dark and suicidal thoughts as he planned to end his life by injecting himself with the syringe filled with a deadly drug and a few drops of toon ink that turn him into the toon he is today.

Here's how the story takes place in a place called Noir City:

It all started on a beautiful Wednesday morning, there was a teenage boy with pale white skin, black hair and grayish black colored eyes named, Michael Theodore and he is known to be the most happy-go-lucky kid in Noir City with a couple of great parents that loved, cared and support his son since the day he was born. His mother, Martha Theodore is a stay at home mom while his father, Christopher Theodore was a proud mechanic at a local auto shop and he is also became good friends with the one and only, Walt Disney after fixing his car that had a flat tire while he was heading over to the Disney Animation Studio that he owns that makes the ever popular cartoon show series of a cartoon mouse named Mickey Mouse along with his wife, Minnie Mouse, his half-brother, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and his many friends, Donald, Goofy, Daisy and his beloved pet dog, Pluto.

Ever since Michael had became friends with Mickey and his friends at a place called Toon Town, he has been visiting there for a long time and the toons always welcomed him here in Toon Town and Mickey even invited Michael to be a part of their adventures and after spending a lot of time with Mickey, his family and friends in the world of Disney, he had never been so happy before in his entire life.

However, even though Michael is known to be a happy-go-lucky teenage boy, not everyday is a happy day for him once he sinks into a deep state of depression after what is about to happen outside out Toon Town.

When Michael was about to go meet with Mickey and Minnie at Toon Town, he saw Mickey and his beloved wife Minnie talking to a tall and gracious mouse named Mr. Slicker (Mortimer Mouse), but he wasn't here to flirt with Minnie or to pull some pranks on Mickey like he some kind of love-rival to steal Minnie from Mickey to make him jealous like in the cartoons. Instead, he is pretty a decent mouse and is more a good friend to both of them as he started telling them a really funny joke that made both Mickey and Minnie laugh.

But just as Michael was about to walk up to them, he was ambushed by a group of kids that are not here to be friends with him or here to sign autographs since he was invited to be in the Disney cartoons with Mickey and his friends, instead they started laughing right at him and began calling him a "freak" due to how his appearance somehow made him look like he was a cartoon like Mickey and the rest of the toons of toon with his hair as black as coal and his skin as white as snow.

Michael tried his best to make the kids stop making fun of him and calling him a freak, but they just kept hitting him with tons of mean and hateful names, insults and comments.

"Look at his face, it's so freaky looking!"

"Yeah! He looks like a toon from those cartoons I saw on TV!"

"Can you believe that this freak is friends with Mickey Mouse?"

"Yeah! Maybe we should call him, "Freakazoid Mouse" since he is friends with that mouse!"

*Kids Laughing at the name"

"Good Idea! That name fits him very well! Let's start calling him that!"

"Freakazoid! Freakazoid! Freakazoid"

As the kids continued on calling him "Freakazoid Mouse", his happiness and reputation was now completely shattered and Michael has now fallen down into a deep state of depression. Not even bothering that Mickey and Minnie was there staring and saw everything between Michael and the meanest kids in the neighborhood, Michael then walked away in shame while the kids are still laughing at his humiliation.

However, there was only one kid in the neighborhood that is completely different from the rest of the kids that made fun of Michael and called him a "Freak" because of his appearance. His name was Boyfriend, a boy with a dream of becoming a famous musician and he doesn't like the way that the neighborhood kids have treated him like an outcast as Mickey and Minnie decided to ask him for his help to find Michael and see if he can use his musical talents to help Michael get over his depression, which he agrees to help since he wanted to have a rap battle with and becomes friends with Michael.

So then, Mickey, Minnie and Boyfriend decided to round up everyone of Mickey's friends and Michael's parents to help Michael with his problems before he does something that he will regret for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, Michael had already stole a whole box of syringes, a container of a powerful and deadly drug known as liquid polonium and a bottle of ink that he had stolen from a local drug store, a chemical lab and an animation studio that was owned by Disney that took him almost the whole day to get these items without getting caught for him to commit suicide by overdosing with the drug he is about inject himself with, but he also added a few drops of the ink that he stole from the animation studio, thinking that it will speed up the process of his death.

However, the ink that he had stolen is not just any ink, its the type of ink that was from an ink machine that was the source of how the toons like Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, Daisy, Pluto, Bendy, Felix the Cat, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Cuphead and Mugman, etc. were brought to life in our world as a way of showing everyone in the entire world how amazing these toons are. If someone were to accidently consumed the ink or injected it into their bloodstream, it could lead to some painful and gruesome side effects that may possible turn someone into a toon like them, which the results are irreversible and they'll possibly become a toon or some more monstrous for the rest of their lives.

Michael didn't think twice as he already injected himself with the drug mixed in with the ink and started taking a long walk along the street of Downtown Noir City late at night in a black hoodie, grey jeans and a pair of black sneakers, not even knowing that he is about to face something that is far worse than death itself once the ink and drugs starts to kick into his system.

Location: Downtown Noir City

Time: 12:35 AM

Alone and afraid at the streets of Downtown Noir City late at night, waiting for his death or a fate worse than death...

"Beep!"

Michael then jumped back in shock after he heard the sudden "Beep!" as he looked to see Mickey, Minnie, his parents and the rest of the toons that he met during his time at Toon Town with happy smiles on their faces and found they all found something, they maybe can help...

Their plan is to help cheer Michael up by letting Boyfriend sing a song to Michael to see that will put a smile on his face and help him get over his depression, which Michael just nods silently as saying yes to everyone that he accepts his challenge of having a rap battle with Boyfriend as a way of killing some time to speed up his demise as Boyfriend's love interest named Girlfriend brought over a record player to play some music as the record player began playing the instrumental version of "Steamboat Willie", the theme song of the first original Mickey Mouse cartoon. 

But what they didn't know that Michael has injected himself with some tainted drugs that is about to change his life forever....

Let's hope that they will have the chance to save Michael's life before things go from bad to worse as the rap battle begins.

Song Plays - Wistfulness - Wednesday's Infidelity - Suicide Mouse - FNF Mod

As the song begins, Michael started whistling a toon of the theme of "Steamboat Willie" and Boyfriend sang the same tune with everyone dancing and snapping their fingers to the beat of the music, everything seems to be okay at first, until during the middle of the song, the drugs in Michael's system are already starting to kick in as he began to twitch uncontrollably and he looked at the camera, making a sad face with streams of blood coming out of his eyes with the sound of distorted before turning back to everyone that looked at Michael in pure shock of what's happening to Michael right now as he continued whistling to the distorted piano music playing through the record player as Boyfriend continues singing until the song ended.

Song continues until the end of the song*

After singing the song, everyone including Boyfriend and Mickey were completely shocked to see Michael started to go insane as he looked at them with a face that now contains a small grin on his face, with his left eye twitching. His head also twitches to reveal an upset face, looking at the camera for a split second before returning back to his normal lookin face with the same smile that is stuck on repeat.

Boyfriend and Mickey had never seen anything like this before in there lives and something tells them that there's something going on with Michael as they saw something that Michael dropped in his hands as it rolled over to them and when Boyfriend picked it up, he quickly dropped it to see it was a syringe that was already been used and it didn't take Mickey too long to realize that Michael is trying to kill himself by overdose of drugs.

The two of them then looked back at Michael that he is about ready for the next round. Boyfriend thought about this for a moment about continuing on with the rap battle and was about to give up, but Mickey placed his hand on his shoulder and looked at him with a worried look on his face as he is telling him to go ahead and just keep going and see what happens next in order to find a way to save Michael's life.

But that is just only the beginning of a what they are about to face as they continued their rap battle with Michael still smiling and as quiet as a mouse, hoping that they will save him before it's too late...

Song Plays - Dejection - Wednesday's Infidelity - Suicide Mouse - FNF Mod

As the second song beings with a soft, yet somber tune, Michael and Boyfriend started singing with a slow beat then Michael looked at them for a few seconds before laughing with a demonic tone in his voice and music started to get a bit more intense as they continued singing with Michael's smile becoming more creepy and insane, which is starting to freak out everyone, including Boyfriend and Mickey, but the young rapper continued singing until the end of the song.

When something strange happened during the song...

Song Continues*

Suddenly, during the middle of the song, there was a sudden flash and Michael was not where he is usually standing, but was replaced by...Mickey?

Everyone was a bit confused at first, but they still see Mickey standing right beside Boyfriend that is still singing his way through the entire song until the end. Mickey was a bit confused to see himself right where Michael should be standing until he caught a glimpse of the Mickey Mouse doppelganger's shadow and was shocked to see that the toon's own shadow looks exactly like Michael, but the shadow's own face is showing signs of agony, pain and sorrow rather than sign of happiness and insanity with it's eyes and mouth glowing white with tear streaks coming out of it's eyes as if it was crying in excruciating pain.

Mickey then realized that the mouse toon with Michael's shadow is actually Michael and he figured that Michael must've added the ink into the syringe that is turning Michael into Mickey's exact double. He began to think back about what happened back at the entrance to Toon Town when he was with Minnie and Mortimer and saw how the kids started calling him a freak that got Michael so depressed that is willing to plan a suicide attempt by mixing the magic ink that created him with drugs that he injected himself as a way to teach the bullies a lesson about calling him a "Freak" and how they started calling him, "Freakazoid Mouse". 

The words began to echo in Mickey's mind that keep repeating over and over again, realizing what that meant that caused Michael to become depressed and have suicidal thought because of one word that made the way he is right now.

"Freak"

"Freak"

"Freak"

Mickey and Boyfriend have better do something to save Michael before it's too late as the song ended with Michael switching back to his normal self in a flash, before his smile grew wider and his eyes all bloodshot as he clutched his own head while shaking like a leaf.

Everyone was beginning to scream and panic about Michael's situation as he pulled out a bunch of syringes from his hoodie jacket pocket and threw a handful of syringes at Boyfriend like a ninja throwing a shuriken at his enemy, but luckily Mickey managed to grab Boyfriend out of the way before one of the syringes hit him. Then they looked at Michael to see him holding another syringe and he seems to be hunching down shaking, containing a grin larger than before and holding the syringe up with his right hand.

So then, Boyfriend raised up his mic with Mickey standing right beside him, ready for the next song of the rap battle for this is their last chance to save Michael before his fate is sealed with the ink coursing through his veins.

Song Plays - Unknown Suffering - Wednesday's Infidelity - Suicide Mouse - FNF Mod

As Boyfriend and Michael started singing the third song of their rap battle, things are going ok so far but after 2 verses, Michael appearance begins to change again as he stands upright again and his face starts to form wrinkles and bags around his eyes, paired with a grimacing smile. He then started flinging syringes at both Boyfriend and Mickey as the two of them kept dogding from every syringe that Michael throws at them.

Song Continues

But then, after a couple more verses of the song, another flash came by and everyone including Boyfriend and Mickey were completely shocked to see that the damage has already been done as Michael's toon transformation is finally complete as he looks exactly like Mickey Mouse himself like he's his twin brother and his grimacing smile is just as frightening as ever.

Despite of Boyfriend and Mickey being scared out of their wits, but they brushed off the feeling and just kept going until the end of the song.

Song Continues Until the End 

By the end of the song, everything went silent and Michael then fell to his knees and he looked at his newly gloved hands and looked at a nearby puddle to see himself as a toon and not just any toon....

A mouse toon....like Mickey Mouse himself....

Michael just realized what he had done to himself and he has become what the neighborhood kids called him earlier this morning....

A freak...

Michael Theodore has now become a freak amongst his own kind with only his shadow of his former human self as the only difference between him and Mickey that is what is left of his humanity after his transformation....

He is now become an exact double of Mickey Mouse....now and forever as Freakazoid Mouse...and there's no turning back as his fate is now sealed as a mouse toon like Mickey and Minnie Mouse....

He then started crying tears of sadness as he pulled out a handgun from his hoodie jacket pocket and put it against his head with everyone around completely shocked as they begged him to not shoot himself in the head. His parents were frightened to see what their son has become after one bad day with the neighborhood bullies that called him a freak ever since he started hanging out with Mickey and his friends.

"What have I become? I am now a freak amongst the other freaks of this world! I can't take all of this pain and suffering anymore, I don't want to live anymore because I don't deserve this or any life! 

As Michael kept holding the gun to his head and about to pull the trigger to blow his brains out, everyone, but Boyfriend and Mickey were completely frozen in shock to see Michael like this....

Boyfriend felt bad for Michael, feeling that he was too late to save him. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head to see Mickey looking at Boyfriend with a sad look on his face before bringing a smile on his face, telling Boyfriend that they might still have a chance to help Michael out with the situation he's in right now, even though that Michael has now become an exact replica of the famous cartoon mouse himself.

Until, a portal suddenly appeared behind Mickey and Boyfriend as they were both about to get sucked into the portal that could to God who knows where it will take them. Then everyone around them began to run away before they get sucked into the portal as well with Mickey grabbing onto the pavement while holding Boyfriend in his free arm as they both kept holding for their dear lives before the portal takes them away to wherever it may take them.

Then they looked to see Michael in front of them with his human shadow standing right beside him and the handgun still pointing the to his head.

He is now currently reverted back to his normal and sane self when they even started the rap battle in the first place before he was driven into insanity and madness and was transformed into a toon, however this time he's now hunched over, pointing the gun to his head. His face noticeably shows exhaustion from all the previous songs he has sung with Boyfriend on.

He just stood there along with his shadow as if he was waiting for Boyfriend to say something or sing another song. Since Boyfriend and Mickey are about to get into the portal and Mickey couldn't hold on any longer as he starting losing his grip on the pavement and could let go at any second, they both really have no choice but to sing one last song before they both go into the portal and see where they might end up at.

Song Plays - Last Day - Wednesday's Infidelity - Part 2 - Suicide Mouse - FNF Mod

After singing the last notes of the song, Michael looked at the two of them for a moment before bringing a smile on his face while crying more tears from his eyes as a way of saying thank you for trying their best to help him out with his problem as he is about to pull the trigger on the handgun before saying these last words.

"Goodbye, my friends. Thank you for everything."

With that, he pulled the trigger and the blew his brains out with the blast made Mickey let go and he and Boyfriend went into the portal to another world as the portal closes with Michael's body laying on the pavement, dead and the blood leaking out from his brain.

However, for some strange reason, Michael felt like he was still breathing as he slowly sat up straight to see himself still alive. He then picked up the handgun he dropped and tried shooting himself again, but with every shot he fired, he is still alive and breathing.

He kept shooting again and again and again until there were no more bullets.

With the pavement covered with his own toon blood, Michael is still alive and has no clue to why he isn't dead yet after he shot himself in the head multiple times.

Then he soon realized that now he is a toon like Mickey and his friends, that means that he is now immortal and toons can never die in cartoons unless they were in an episode that showcase their time of death.

Which means that, Michael Theodore aka Freakazoid Mouse can never die no matter how many bullets he can shoot, how sharp the knives he can cut onto his own body or how many different types of suicidal attempts he can do to kill himself.

(Note: He is also immune to the deathly effects of the dip that was shown in the movie, "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" with Dr. Doom that created the dip had killed an innocent toon shoe by slowly dipping him into a barrel filled with the deadly toxic chemical that kills toons.)

With Michael Theodore all alone in his new and permanent form as Freakazoid Mouse, he then started screaming like a banshee as he started beating his fists on the pavement like a child throwing a temper tantrum since he learned that he can no longer die as a toon.

"GAHHH!!!! WHY CAN'T I DIE!!! I NEVER WANTED THIS!!! I DON'T TO WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE!!!! I WANT TO DIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!

With that, Michael Theodore the "Freakazoid Mouse" ran through the dark streets of Downtown Noir City while hiding away from society to avoid anyone from seeing him as the freak he is today.

SEE YOU ON WEDNESDAY

THE END

Michael Theodore in his human form before the incident...

Michael Theodore in his toon form as Freakazoid Mouse (Both in Wednesday's Infidelity and the ShanePr0ducti0ns reanimated styles)

[mlobsters]

s6e20 the man who would be king (w. ben edlund)

guessing we're making a sharp turn back to the main plot with this recap of depressing events. gotta deal with darkside!cas seems like

the hangdog body language made me cackle. so over the top, my guy. that little montage and speech about all the things he's seen was.. something. okay, so. from this it sounds like they broke the chains of destiny forever by changing how the lucifer/michael thing went down?

the vibe in this episode is really odd. the conversation in the car with dean and cas (and sam is off elsewhere), the music playing in the background like crowley's listening to a stereo while he has a spat with cas

okay. of course bondage man being tortured back there is shirtless and ripped

so ugh. cas brings back sam, sees sam not go to dean right away and makes the frowny face but like. that's not a big red flag? or it is but he's just not gonna follow through? did he really not know until he soulfisted him or was he lying because he fucked up?

CROWLEY Am I the only game piece on the board who doesn't underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?!

haha what an insult

man. dean gets to bobby's right when bobby and sam are about to do more torturing of this demon guy and part of me flinched worried that they'd make dean do the torturing

DEAN He is the Balki Bartokomous of Heaven! He can make a mistake!

a perfect strangers reference?! LOL i mentioned it when trying to figure out who the actor playing gabriel reminds me of (was thinking not of balki but actor who played larry) i swear jackles's accent has been popping out a little more lately and i am a fan

DEAN You think that Cas is in with Crowley. Crowley?

something something sam putting his faith in demon ruby and getting burned, dean putting his faith in angel cas and getting burned

BOBBY But if we ain't...If there's a snowball of a snowball's chance here...that means we're dealing with a Superman who's gone dark side. Which means we've got to be cautious, we got to be smart, and maybe stock up on some Kryptonite.

DEAN (to Sam) This makes you Lois Lane.

how's that now? wouldn't you be the lois lane, dean?

go from action!cas to hangdog!cas licketysplit. smite some demons!! i did it for the boys. or myself ;(

DEAN No, you talked. I listened. This is Cas, guys. I mean, when there was no one... and we were stuck - and I mean really stuck - he broke ranks. He has gone to the mat cut and bleeding for us so many freakin' times. This is Cas! Don't we owe him the benefit of the doubt at least?

this is painful. something really needles me about dean being the only one who is fighting to stay loyal to who's supposed to be a purely good man/angel. him being in the wrong, but like he's just too good of a man, not because he fucked up. struggling to put it into words. but it comes back to that feeling about sam always being the fuckup that needs absolution i mentioned before too. and then dean's the one that figures it out, when cas is lying to their faces (and i think that was a clumsy way to have cas slip up, i think he'd know better but eh)

CROWLEY I know of two eerily suited 'Teen Beat' models with time on their hands.

i like that they're showing us hell. beetlejuice purgatory having the take a number thing is kind of cute reference.

beetlejuice (1998)

intercom droning and fuzzy blue danube in the background also a good touch (i feel like blue danube is so familiar it can lose its punch but it's so sweet and delightful have a listen to the vienna philharmonic orchestra in 1999)

DEAN Why else would you keep this whole thing a secret, huh, unless you knew that it was wrong? When crap like this comes around, we deal with it... Like we always have. What we don't do is we don't go out and make another deal with the Devil!

CASTIEL It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?

DEAN I was there. Where were you?

i mean this is different but it's also exactly the same as sam with ruby? and trying to push the same emotional buttons, but cas is around like, 30% of the time and they keep talking like him and dean have this close connection but we never really see it onscreen? so i'm left feeling like... um, okay? it's odd.

meanwhile this little frenemy situation is very sparky. was like hey you gonna give him a little kiss now? but sheppard also is so charismatic as crowley, i feel like he brings chemistry to every scene with every actor

because i complained, we get a meaty scene with dean and cas where dean basically tries to big brother him like telling sam to quit the demon blood/ruby

DEAN I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't...Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it.

CASTIEL I don't understand.

DEAN Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family -- that you are like a brother to me. So, if I'm asking you not to do something... you got to trust me, man.

CASTIEL Or what?

DEAN Or I'll have to do what I have to do to stop you.

i'm still not terribly clear how the souls get used, but all right. going with my matrix battery metaphor and not thinking too hard beyond that. cas calling out all desperate for a sign from god that he's on the right path but like. free will is a bitch?

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 303

John 1:4

UNITY OF THE BODY 6 – SATAN’S FLAW (PRIDE) 1

Eph 4:2-3 ALWAYS BE HUMBEL AND GENTLE. Be patient with each other, MAKING ALLOWANCE FOR EACH OTHER’S FAULTS because of your love. MAKE EVERY EFFORT TO KEEP YOURSELVES UNITED, BINDING YOURSELVES TOGETHER WITH PEACE. GW

We have started with a look on PRIDE – satan’s seed – and we need to dig into this with scrutiny.

We’ve said that Pride is an enemy of UNITY, which is God’s most prized substance for sustaining relationships.

We must acknowledge however, that God’s hatred for the Proud is premised basically on the person’s “attempt” to take the Glory or Honour that should be reserved for God.

This is what satan attempted.

Isa 14:13-14 For YOU SAID IN YOUR HEART, I will go up to heaven, I WILL MAKE MY SEAT HIGHER THAN THE STARS OF GOD; I will TAKE MY PLACE on the mountain of the meeting-place of the gods, in the inmost parts of the north. I WILL GO HIGHER THAN THE CLOUDS; I WILL BE LIKE THE MOST HIGH. BBE

So, satan wanted to “be like God”, not “to kill God” and take over His throne.

I imagine that he knows that is impossible, therefore, he just wanted to “convert” as many angels as possible – who became the demons – and with them, set up his own throne above God.

Well, he “partly” had his way and we all know the resultant effect of “satan’s reign” in all the world, right?

Rev 12:9,12 So that huge dragon – THE ANCIENT SERPENT, THE ONE CALLED THE DEVIL AND SATAN, WHO DECEIVES THE WHOLE WORLD – was thrown down to the earth, and his angels along with him…Therefore you heavens rejoice, and all who reside in them! BUT WOE TO THE EARTH AND THE SEA BECAUSE THE DEVIL HAS COME DOWN TO YOU! HE IS FILLED WITH TERRIBLE ANGER, FOR HE KNOWS THAT HE ONLY HAS A LITTLE TIME!” NET

satan only really wanted to have his own “space and rule” in the heavens.

He wanted to separate from God, set up his own throne where [he thought] gods normally dwell, and have his own worshippers and followers, just like God does.

He wanted to be seen as “God” too in the “counsel of gods”. That is why it was written that he was totally banished from heaven; he had no place anymore there forever.

Rev 12:7-8 THEN THERE WAS A WAR IN HEAVEN. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon. The dragon and its angels fought back, but they were not strong enough. THE DRAGON AND ITS ANGELS LOST THEIR PLACE IN HEAVEN. ERV

But we must ask: what initiated that WAR in heaven? It was the birth of the “woman’s seed”, JESUS!

Rev 12:4 THE DRAGON’S MASSIVE TAIL swept across the sky and dragged away a third of the stars of heaven and cast them to the earth. AND THE DRAGON CROUCHED BEFORE THE WOMAN WHO WAS ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH—POISED TO DEVOUR THE BABY THE MOMENT IT WAS BORN. TPT

That “BABY” must be viewed with the spiritual understanding beloved.

The bible was not just talking about one Baby [Jesus], born in Israel, being made flesh by God to dwell and serve amongst us.

Joh 1:14 THE WORD BECAME HUMAN AND LIVED AMONG US. WE SAW HIS GLORY. IT WAS THE GLORY THAT THE FATHER SHARES WITH HIS ONLY SON, a glory full of kindness and truth. GW

That Baby [or seed] represents the ARMY of God; the Church; a multitude, which He promised Abraham.

Gen 22:17 that in blessing I will bless you, and in multiplying I WILL MULTIPLY YOUR SEED LIKE THE STARS OF THE HEAVENS, AND AS THE SAND WHICH IS UPON THE SEASHORE. AND YOUR SEED SHALL POSSESS THE GATE OF HIS ENEMIES. MKJV

Did you notice the reference in the “singular”?

The SEED is Multiplied but still referred to as SEED.

You must also admit that satan actually did kill Jesus here on earth, but he resurrected and multiplied.

Heb 2:10 FOR IT WAS FITTING FOR HIM, FOR WHOM AND THROUGH WHOM ALL THINGS EXIST, IN BRINGING MANY SONS TO GLORY, TO MAKE THE PIONEER OF THEIR SALVATION perfect through sufferings. NET

The Glory of the father, which we “beheld” in Christ (Jn 1:14), has been shared out to the triumphant Saints.

So satan was actually facing an Army of Jesuses, if you can understand that easily, that is.

Col 1:26-27 which is THE SECRET HE HID THROUGH ALL PAST AGES FROM ALL HUMAN BEINGS BUT HAS NOW REVEALED TO HIS PEOPLE. God's plan is to make known his secret to his people, this rich and glorious secret which he has for all peoples. AND THE SECRET IS THAT CHRIST IS IN YOU, WHICH MEANS THAT YOU WILL SHARE IN THE GLORY OF GOD. GNB

We will be seen hereafter, exactly like anyone sees Jesus. Satan was seeing all of us in that Child.

Col 3:3 Your old life is dead. Your new life, which is your real life – even though invisible to spectators – IS WITH CHRIST IN GOD. HE IS YOUR REAL LIFE. MSG

1Jn 3:2 BELOVED, WE ARE GOD’S CHILDREN RIGHT NOW; HOWEVER, IT IS NOT YET APPARENT WHAT WE WILL BECOME. But we do know that when it is finally made visible, WE WILL BE JUST LIKE HIM, FOR WE WILL SEE HIM AS HE TRULY IS. TPT

Another way to understand this is that, if he was actually fighting just Jesus, then he wouldn’t have to wait for the woman to deliver the man child; he would have engaged Jesus in heaven even before Israel existed because Jesus came from there.

Joh 8:23 Jesus answered, "YOU ARE FROM BELOW, BUT I AM FROM ABOVE. YOU BELONG TO THIS WORLD, BUT I DON'T. CEV

satan faced the army that’ll rule the world during the Millenia, whom Jesus promised will reign with Him.

2Ti 2:12 IF WE ARE JOINED WITH HIM IN HIS SUFFERINGS, THEN WE WILL REIGN TOGETHER WITH HIM IN HIS TRIUMPH. But if we disregard him, then he will also disregard us. TPT

So satan was fighting against the UNIFIED body of saints that God built by Himself. What audacity, right?

Mat 16:18 So I tell you, you are Peter. And I will build my church on this rock. The power of death will not be able to defeat my church. ERV

The devil can’t defeat Jesus; he won’t defeat you, in Jesus name.

Join us on Friday for more digging in as we proceed with this enlightening subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Wednesday, January 18, 2022

08055125517; 08023904307

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

“Baking” with the Murder Men

Rating: NSFW (due to mentions of the devil’s lettuce)

Warnings: Marijuana use

Minors do not interact!

up in smoke

Michael Myers:

Honestly weed might fix him

Prefers edibles and bong hits…but if you’re really close with him and he’s no longer averse to your touch, you can shotgun it into his mouth 😏

Keeps him calm, relaxed. His shoulders sag, less tension in his upper body. He melts into whatever he’s sitting/laying on.

Just wants to lay around and watch TV—definitely Scooby-Doo because its his favorite

Will eat anything and everything sweet in the house

He wants to touch everything—tactical sensations are enhanced and he’s fascinated with every last detail of everything

He’ll definitely be more affectionate, easier to snuggle up to and love on.

Jason Voorhees:

He’d be hesitant at first because drugs are bad mkay

But when he sees that it’s not such a bad thing, he’ll try it.

His mother can absolutely never know about it though! It has to be a secret and he’ll make you pinky promise to never tell

Wouldn’t know what to do, you have to teach him

Coughing fits for days

Prefers bowls and joints

Studio Ghibli movies, popcorn, and soda!

Likes salty snacks

He’ll definitely want to cuddle

Billy and Stu:

Y’all sit in a circle, pass a joint to one another while you talk about your favorite scary movies

Stu is a little bit obnoxious but it’s endearing

Billy just becomes a whole ass vibe—he’s on the astral plane rn

Order several pizzas, Stu will probably eat most of them. Don’t forget the breadsticks and brownies either!

Billy will throw popcorn at Stu and you to see if you can catch it with your mouth. Popcorn is subsequently all over the floor

Movie marathon—but they’re all muted and you take turns making up lines and cracking each other up

Y’all are def gonna make out until your lips are numb (good for y’all)

Brahms Heelshire:

He thought those gummy bears in your bedside drawer were actual gummy bears…so this all started with a mistake

You found him sprawled out on the bedroom floor, staring up at the ceiling singing nursery rhymes. Kinda creepy, but endearing—much like the stinky wall man himself.

Edibles are his favorite since they can be sweets and he doesn’t have to smoke it.

He gets even more clingy when he’s high—he’ll want to be touching you 24/7. He’ll lay down in your lap

He’ll get so high he can’t move and be like “can you get me some snacks and a blanket? My legs don’t work and I’m baby.”

I feel like he’d be the horniest he’s ever been when he’s elevated, which is saying a lot because he’s always horny.

[bodyhopper-files]

“Trust me, the two of you are over.”

For seven wonderful months, Michael and Christopher had been inseparable boyfriends. Every night they had spent together since the night they first met had felt like a sexy slumber party. Recently, they’d even started talking about moving in with each other. And then one of their mutual friends, Toby, entered the picture and started getting a little too friendly with Christopher.

Michael found out about the whole thing one night while he and Christopher were watching movies on the sofa at Michael’s place. While Christopher left the room for a moment, Michael caught a glimpse of his partner’s phone blowing up with messages from Toby. Initially, Michael tried to brush the messages off. He trusted Christopher and Toby’s friendship entirely, or so he thought until he couldn’t stop himself from secretly unlocking Christopher’s phone and scrolling back through some of the messages that Toby had been sending.

“Come on… Leave Michael for me… You know you want to…”

“I’m so much better for you than he is…”

“Leave him, he’s so boring… I’m ready for you…”

Michael began fuming the further he scrolled back. Just how long had all of this been going on? Rather than saying anything about it when Christopher returned to the sofa, however, he kept himself silent and began to hatch a plan.

If it was Toby that Christopher wanted to be with, then Michael decided he would just have to become Toby. Using an astral-projection spell, he left his own body behind one night and drifted into the body of his former friend.

“Chris, is that you?” Toby questioned from inside his mind as Christopher settled in, “I can feel you in here with me! What’s going on? What are you doing in my body?”

“I’m going to steal it,” Christopher sneered, “Just like you were going to steal my boyfriend!”

“Chris, no!” Toby realized now what was happening, “No, I promise! We never even hooked up! I’ll stop flirting with him, OK? Please, just get out of my body!”

“Not a chance.”

Christopher sunk himself all the way into Toby’s body and mind, fully taking over the controls and pushing the real Toby deep down into his own internal darkness. Sweaty and out of breath from the takeover, the new Toby walked himself over to the nearest mirror he could find.

“I can’t believe this is the fucker Michael was going to leave me for,” Christopher examined his new reflection, “I do have to say, you are a pretty cute dude, Toby. And shit! Who knew you were this buff?”

Seeing Toby’s naked, furry body and handsome, scruffy face from this angle, Christopher was beginning to see why Michael might have been more interested in Toby to begin with. Grabbing Toby’s phone, Christopher began snapping photos of himself flexing in the mirror with his stolen appearance. He texted one of the pictures to Michael.

“I know you want this,” he messaged along with a purple devil emoji.

The responses from Michael came instantly.

“Holy shit! You’re so much hotter than Christopher... I’m so fucking tired of him... I want to be with you instead…”

“Trust me, the two of you are over,” Christopher confidently typed using Toby’s sexy charm, “Come over to my place now, and then leave him for good.”

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Back in Business | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Amnesia

Words: 1144

Fandom: Supernatural

A/N: I don't know why it took me this long to post this when it was sitting in my drafts for ages, so here it is.

Summary: An installation to my [Those Left Behind] series of oneshots, a canon divergent series where Sam, Dean, and Cas had suddenly disappeared, leaving reader and Jack alone to take over. When it was getting too much for them to handle, Adam mysteriously appeared in front of them from the ground. This takes place after [New Routine].

-

Sam, Dean, and Cas were back, but they were not the same as when they had left. There were pieces in their memories that were missing. At one point, they forgot why they left in the first place. It was always for a case, but they couldn’t remember what. They woke up lying in a poppy field in the middle of the forest, before making their way back to town on foot.

It was a huge surprise to see Adam again, making them very curious about what exactly happened while they were away. Cas couldn’t readily find an explanation for the recent turn of events, but for now, they were glad to be home.

Dean watched you and Adam cook together curiously as he sat at the dining table, beer in hand. Sam was already researching possible causes to their disappearance. Jack and Cas were sitting on the opposite side of the table catching up about their latest cases as well as any news from the other angels.

Adam went to reach past you for a seasoning, a hand on your waist to steady himself, before going back to the stove. He leaned over, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered something that made you laugh. You bumped his shoulder as you continued to fry the bacon and sausages Dean wanted. You were aware of him watching the two of you, and you had no reason to hide this development. It was hard to predict his reaction, but you didn’t want to worry about it the whole time.

“Order up!” you called, bringing a full plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage in front of each person.

You and Adam sat across from Jack and Cas, the table being used at almost full capacity. Adam slid his laptop over, searching up new cases with one hand and shoveling eggs into his mouth in the other. You shook your head, chewing off a piece of bacon as Jack told the others about the vampire nest they walked into for Adam’s first hunt.

“So, what exactly happened down in the cage? How did you get out?” Sam asked, empty plates all pushed to the side as you all returned to business.

Adam shrugged. “Well, besides the absolute torture it was being stuck beween Michael and the devil and my ears bleeding from their constant bickering and also the constant pressure on my body from their angel presence, it could be worse, I guess. You were gone,” Adam points to Sam, “Something was happening to the cage that was making it weak and suddenly I was being dragged out and spat out in the middle of the road.”

“And Michael? Lucifer? What happened to them?” Cas asked.

Adam took a minute too long to answer before giving another shrug as he averted his eyes towards the laptop screen. “I don’t know. I had no idea what was going on.”

You looked at Adam and frowned. You had forgotten to ask him about that, the fact that he had been Michael’s vessel eluding you. You supposed that it was due to the fact that Sam and Dean had avoided talking about their long lost half-brother. Cas stood up, chair scraping across the floor.

“I need to go,” he said.

“Where?” Dean asked.

“If the cage had been weakened or damaged in any way, then that means something big happened.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jack said, standing up as well. Cas looked over at him with a small smile, placing a hand on his shoulder before they both disappeared in a flurry of wind.

Dean blinked, flummoxed by the sudden change of events. It was just one thing after another. They had just gotten back from who knows where and while he usually had the attitude of a workaholic, even he felt that they needed time to step back and really look at what’s going on. He had a feeling that they were dealing with something that was bigger than they thought. It always was like that.

He turned his gaze over to his youngest brother who was staring intently at his laptop. “Got anything?”

Adam nodded. “I think so,” he said, spinning the laptop around to face his brothers. “Mysterious deaths around Columbia Falls, the safest city in Montana.”

“Not anymore.”

Sam snorted at Dean’s remark. “What about it?”

“Whether these are suspected murders or a series of unfortunate events in a small city, the victims so far had mostly been college students on spring break all of them having visited the RV park and campgrounds. The latest case is a couple that had gone camping and were found near the river, their bodies bloated as if they had been underwater for months instead of two days. They’re still doing an autopsy on them. Looks like they’ve found more stuff that could give us an idea of what it is.”

“Rules out the normal bear attacks and werewolves,” Dean said.

Sam hummed, closing his laptop. “Well, are all four of us going?”

“I don’t see why not. We’re going nowhere with our Wicked Witch poppy field mystery and I wanna see our baby brother in action.” Dean smirked at Adam.

You took the time to get ready, packing a small duffle bag and some basic hunting supplies in a backpack. There was a lightness in your step from the fact that your close friends who were like family were back, but your heart was feeling different. Like Dean had said, there was likely something bigger at work than any of them thought. You also couldn’t shake off the fact that Adam had hesitated when Cas asked him about what happened to Michael and Lucifer. It could be him taking a moment to remember, but everything he had a clear answer to.

Passing by Adam’s room, you heard a low murmuring. You didn’t want to be nosy, but it had helped you many times during cases. The door was cracked open and you could see his shadow from under the door.

Tiptoeing closer, you could hear Adam’s voice clearly, but what made you halt in place was what he was saying. You weren’t versed in it, but you could recognize the language the longer you heard it. Adam was speaking enochian. Who was he talking to?

Before you could walk away, the door swung wide open, revealing Adam with a bag slung over his shoulder. He spotted you instantly, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

You cleared your throat. “Ready?” you asked casually.

He nodded, then lowered his head with a frown.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, snapping his head up again. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he led you out towards the kitchen and dining area. “Looks like the family business is back in full swing, huh?”

[jjkyaoi]

anyway, take some uncle c!tommy hc's and take 'em at Once

when tommy had been told about michael, he didn't believe it. he really, really didn't. at first he'd thought that tubbo was pulling some weird fucking elaborate prank on him, lying about the things he'd gotten up to whilst tommy had been gone to confuse him—which, even back then he wouldn't have been surprised if it was the truth—and he continued to not believe it, until he was presented with said zombified piglin at snowchester.

TOMMY: wait, wait, wait. so you're telling me that while i was gone - while i was fucking dead, you and ranboo got married —

TUBBO: yes.

TOMMY: divorced each other like 3 fuckin' times,

TUBBO: yes.

TOMMY: and then adopted a kid.

TUBBO: ....yes

TOMMY: 

TUBBO, holding michael out to him: welcome back to the land of the living :D

TOMMY: i need to fuckin' lie down

at first, he didn't want anything to do with michael. in his stay in snowchester, he'd basically avoided the kid like the mf'in plague. whether he'd be watching tubbo and ranboo take care/play with him from a distance, or purposely avoiding him when he'd waddled up to him, purposely avoiding holding him when he was offered, he always didn't spend any time at all w/ the kid, until. one day. ranboo and tubbo had to leave snowchester, and tommy was left on babysitting duty.

TOMMY: i don't like kids. tubbo, you know  i don't like children - don't hand me that fucking thing  i will start biting –

TUBBO, frowning, holding michael out: he's not a thing,  he's our son! and you're his uncle! TOMMY: i'm going to kill you

RANBOO: you're on babysitting duty while we're gone :]

TOMMY: ykw, your husband's the first to go 

while tubbo and ranboo had been gone, tommy had been tasked with feeding him, playing with him—which, just was just wrestling with him, which was his favorite activity, which just consisted in tommy getting his ass pummeled by this little zombified piglin toddler—taking him on walks outside snowchester when he got ansty, giving him naps, etc. the entire thing wasn't easy, because michael seemed to have a personal vendetta against him; every time he'd tried to feed him, or bathe him, or play with him, the kid would always fuck w/ him in some way. whether it be biting him when he tried to feed him, kicking him when he tried to bathe him, or anything, babysitting michael was more like torture than actually babysitting - once tommy was done w/ the whole ordeal he was convinced that the kid was a child of satan 

.TOMMY: i swear to fucking god, you fuck, eat the god damn food before i shove it down your throat myself -

MICHAEL, kicking the food directly into tommy's face and running away at high speed:

TOMMY; you mothERFUCKER—

when tubbo and ranboo came back, tommy handed michael to them, declared he never wanted to be near the kid again, and stormed off to his room.

but. michael had gotten attached to him.ever since that day of babysitting, michael had claimed tommy, basically. wherever tommy went, michael would be hot on his heels; if he was walking around snowchester, or if he was eating, or if he was sitting somewhere, or if he was talking to somebody else completely, michael would be at his side, standing, or trying to climb all over him. instead of constantly trying to attack tommy whenever he'd see him, michael instead had become impossibly clingy, & when tommy wasn't at snowchester, michael threw a fit. he couldn't spend more than a couple away from tommy's poor soul. and tommy—though he complained—found that he didn't really mind 

after a couple days.wherever tommy went, eventually, he'd carry michael with. when he went to go check on his hotel, he'd bring michael with, and eventually after the days of visiting the hotel with michael in tow became common, he deciced to make a little suit for the fucker that matched his, since he seemed to be so intrigued with the place

.SAM: ah, tommy! you're here to work on the hotel, it's good to - what're you holding

TOMMY, holding michael in his arms, who's dressed in a suit: baby boss

he'd ended up trying to teach the kid how to scam people. or, when he was  scamming people, he'd constantly use michael as a distraction when they were getting suspicious; holding the baby up to distract him with his "impossibly cute stare", or maybe even getting michael to climb all over the person's body while he fled the scene, like the kid had been doing to him months before. 

eventually, though, because of the scamming missions tommy took him on constantly, michael became a pickpocket, aka, stealing everything from his parents. it was only when tubbo lost his bandana that he came to him.

TUBBO: tommy, what have you been teaching michael.

TOMMY: who, me?  i haven't been - psh, i haven't been teaching him anything! i don't know why you'd accuse me of such a thing 

-MICHAEL, running up to tommy at full speed, tubbo's bandana in hand: :DDD

TOMMY:

TUBBO:

TOMMY: i can explain

it had always been common for michael to throw tantrums whenever he was angry, and because of his strength it had always been hard for tubbo or ranboo to get him to calm down. it was a problem they had a constant of, and sometimes it'd even take hours to get the little fucker to quiet down, but with tommy......,,, it was natural. he'd learned that all he'd had to do was pick up the little shit and hold him up in the air, and he'd immediately go quiet, limp, like a ragdoll, all signs of a tantrum lost. tubbo and ranboo have declared him as the Chosen One.

MICHAEL, throwing a tantrum: >:( 

TOMMY, immediately picking him up in the air and holding him up: quiet down little man

MICHAEL:

 tommy had gotten into the habit of calling michael multiple nicknames. the most frequent ones were; little M, big M, mikey, mr michael, little shit, pain in my ass, devil, clingy little urchin, and mr little

michael—since he'd gotten so attached to tommy—had ended up picking up his mannerisms as well. like, crossing his stubby little arms whenever he's upset, puffing out his chest, scowling, jumping around whenever he's excited, huffing when he's annoyed, stomping when he's mad, etc. watching tommy and michael in the same room is like watching a mirror replicate other's behavior

.TUBBO: i don't know who is who

TOMMY, immediately turning to tubbo's direction, crossing his arms: what're you talking about

MICHAEL, doing the same exact thing at the same exact time: >:(

RANBOO: ....im

TUBBO, trying not to laugh; nothing

tubbo and ranboo had eventually gotten jealous of the blatant favoritism michael had begun showing tommy, so they'd decided to start spending more time w/ him to earn back his favor, but every time they did michael would always run away from them, and back into tommy's arms, who looked impossibly smug because he was the favorite. it always pissed ranboo and tubbo off—though, not really, because they were secretly endeared by how close the two had gotten—and so they'd tried finding more things they had in common with michael, but it was always things tommy liked, or things tommy was good at, and they were at a Loss.

TUBBO; michael, come over here! hang out w/ me and your dad, why don't you?

MICHAEL, pausing: :/

RANBOO: yeah, c'mere michael, why don't you spend a day with us -MICHAEL, immediately running towards tommy instead:

TOMMY: >:D

RANBOO: what

TUBBO: HE'S OUR KID???

tubbo and tommy are not good influences on michael, like. at all. michael in himself is already a brat, but tommy and tubbo are constantly in the corner, cheering on his antics, while ranboo is trying desperately for his son to not end up as much of a chaotic bastard as his husband and uncle are.

RANBOO: i swear to god.  who gave michael a wooden sword

TOMMY, decked out in armor: wasn't me

TUBBO, hiding another sword behind his back: wasn't me either

MICHAEL, hitting ranboo repeatedly in the leg: >:D RANBOO: i hate this fucking family

[wicked-mind]

The Angel and Devil on your Shoulder

Summary: One day you wake up with an angel and devil on your shoulder. And for some reason, they like to air all your feelings out to the one person you’re trying not to like. Bucky.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: (+18 only. This contains sexual themes. Minors DNI and exit now.) Sexual themes. Pining. Implied sex. Swearing. I think that's it.

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Note: This is a little different and out there but it was so much fun to write. Lucy is basically just all my dirty thoughts lol (: not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

Any and all likes, comments, and/or reblogs are deeply appreciated (: I love that shit.

Bold for Lucy (Represents Lucifer)

Italics for Mickey (Represents Michael)

*Gifs not mine

You weren’t sure exactly when it happened. It surprised you as much as anybody. You just woke up one day to see two pocket sized creatures staring back at you on the pillow. You shrieked and threw yourself from the bed, grabbing the nearest gun you had hidden in your room and pointed at them, “What in the fuck are you?” You stammered out, breathing hard. One was what looked like a small woman dressed in a devil costume, tail and pitchfork included. The other was a small woman dressed in white with a small halo around her head. They honestly looked like cartoon characters of the sort.

“We didn’t mean to scare you.” The one in white said with a small smile, suddenly floating up in the air to float in front of you.

“Yes we did.” The devil looking one said, folding her arms with a wicked smile on her lips as she stayed laying on your pillow.

“Shut up, Lucy!”

“Make me, Mickey.”

You lowered the gun a little, wide eyes flickering between the two, “What the hell is going on?” You breathed out, wondering if you’d lost your mind.

“My apologies. I’m Mickey.” She said with a small curtsy and a smile, “That’s my sister, Lucy. We are your deities.”

“My what?” You ask confused, your brain trying to catch up with the fact that there were two tiny fairy-like people just floating in your room.

“Deities. You know, divine status.” The one named Lucy suddenly floated over and perched itself on your shoulder, “Usually humans don’t get any deities. We are pretty much reserved for gods and such.”

You looked at the small person on your shoulder before reaching a hand and flicking her off, sending her flying before she stopped midair floating and huffed at you, “Then why are you here?”

“We don’t know. We’re just your deities.”

“Well can you not be my deities?” You ask, looking back to the angelic one, “I’m not a god or a divine person so you two can just go back where you came from.”

“No can do, boss lady. You’re stuck with us.”

That is how you were introduced to your two deities. Lucy, the devil on your shoulder and Mickey, the angel on the other. You first had to make sure you weren’t going insane, calling Wanda incessantly until she came into your room with a concerned look on her face to see you pacing around. You had made Lucy and Mickey hide somewhere in the room before Wanda arrived. You paused when Wanda asked you what was wrong and looked at her, “Okay, first you can’t send me to the looney bin because I’m not crazy.” You pause, “Well maybe I am but I don’t want to go to the looney bin.”

Wanda tilts her head at you still with a confused look on her face, “No looney bin, gotcha.” She said slowly, “Now what’s going on?”

You let out a deep breathe before muttering a “come on out.” to the two deities in hiding. They slowly floated up from under the bed and floated towards Wanda who was staring at them with wide, yet confused eyes, “What are those things?”

“I don’t know, Wanda!” You say, “They just were staring at me when I woke up. They say they’re my deities.”

“I’m Mickey!” The one in white beamed, moving closer to Wanda and taking a seat on her right shoulder.

“And I’m Lucy.” The red one huffed out, floating over to Wanda’s right shoulder and kicking Mickey off Wanda’s shoulder.

Wanda stood in silence for a moment just staring at the two deities before smiling slightly, “They’re so cute!” She said before looking back to you, “Can we keep them?”

You groaned. Of course Wanda thought this was cute and not at all weird, “As much as I want to say no, I don’t have a choice. They say they’re stuck with me.” You inform, watching them float back over to you and sit themselves on either of your shoulders.

You figured out that Mickey was the parts of you that wanted to do good, be good. The part that cared and gave helpful advice while Lucy was the complete opposite. She harbored all your temptations and dirty, dark thoughts. The rest of the team figured out your secret eventually. Steve and Sam found you talking to yourself on the couch before seeing them sitting beside you asking all the questions about TV. They thought it was funny and Sam had many jokes about the angel and devil on your shoulders.The worst one was Bucky when he found out. He was a player, always having different girls up in his room almost every day of the week as well as make flirty remarks to you anytime he was in the room and that was before you had the deities. He loved the little devil on your shoulder. It got all worked up when Bucky walked in a room trying to make suggestions towards you about running your fingers through his hair or jumping his bones until your face was hot and you stormed out of the room. Luckily, you eventually figured out that you could give them orders. You once told them to leave you alone and they disappeared into thin air giving you about three hours of peace before they returned.

Now the whole team was out on a mission. Leaving you around with the person you didn’t want to be left alone with. Bucky. You were trying your best to stay away from him, especially when your deities were around. He got you so worked up which only made Lucy get worked up as well. As much as you were trying to stay away from him, there were moments where he managed to track you down. Like this morning when you were walking out of your room to head down to the training room. Bucky was walking down the hall with nothing but a towel on which made you freeze in your tracks as Lucy started fanning herself on your shoulder in a swoon, “Why are you walking on my floor with nothing but a towel on? Your room is upstairs and has it’s own shower, Barnes.” You scowled, folding your arms.

“Ah, c’mon, Y/N! Maybe if you’re nice he’ll accidentally let the towel slip.” Lucy’s words earned a smack from Mickey before she returned her arms crossed as well, mimicking your scowl.

Bucky put that signature panty-dropping grin on and came closer to you, staring down into your eyes as he towered above you, “You know, sweetheart,” He began, making Lucy giggle on your shoulder, “Maybe you should listen to your devil sometime. She’s got all the good ideas.” He finished before walking around you and to the elevator, disappearing through the doors.

“You should’ve kicked him in the shin.”

You and Mickey both look over at Lucy as she floated off your shoulder and in front of you, “What?” You ask.

“He could’ve dropped his towel if you kicked him in the shin. Then we could see the rest of him.”

You scowled at Lucy, “Shut up.” You told her before continuing on your way to the training room. You started with some weight lifting before moving onto punching the bag while Lucy and Mickey sat behind you on the ropes of the boxing ring bickering as they usually did. They both fell oddly silent and when you turned around to check on them, there was Bucky again towering over you inches away, making you jump, “Holy shit!” You gasped out, “You need a fucking bell, Barnes.” You hissed out at him for scaring you.

Bucky clicks his tongue at you, taking a step forward until you backed up against the boxing bag, a smirk growing on his lips as he had you cornered in, “Now, now Y/N. I’m not sure how your angel would feel about that kind of language.”

“I’ll allow it.”

“Mhmm…”

You leaned over to look around him, glaring at your deities before straightening back up and looking back up at him, “What do you want? I thought you were done with training this morning.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, “Keeping track of my schedule, doll?” He asks, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair that was stuck to your lip away and tucks it behind your ear.

You scowled at him, crossing your arms across your chest, “As if. Did you forget about the towel thing already?” You sneer out. You couldn’t deny it though, his light touch to your cheek made you blush and a shiver run up your spine. Bucky was hot but to you he was also a walking cesspool from all the women he had flaunting over him. At first you had the biggest crush on him but that quickly turned to slight disgust mixed with your crush. But when he was standing over you like this, lightly sweeping away a strand of hair, your knees felt weak and your breath hitches in your throat.

“Oh I couldn’t forget the face you made when you saw me nearly naked. It was the most beautiful look I’ve ever seen.” Bucky grins down at you, taking another step closer so your bodies were almost touching and he reaches up his arms over your head to rest his hands on top of hanging punching bag, practically cornering you in, “Came to see if you needed any help.”

You stare up into those stupid, pretty blue eyes of his, biting your bottom lip at how close he is. You eventually advert your gaze from his eyes and look around him, anywhere but that hypnotizing stare, “No thanks. I’m just about done.”

“Oh booooo! You two should wrestle. That’d be hot.”

“Lucy!” Mickey began then paused, “Yeah you have a point.”

“So you’re on my side now about tall, dark, and handsome?”

“He may talk like a devil but he looks like an angel.”

Bucky grins, his eyes never leaving yours as he listened to your deities’s conversation, “Hear that, sweetheart? Even your little deities think I’m the best of both worlds.” He leans his face down, closer to yours. He was so close that he could capture your lips in a moment if he wanted to and you wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him, “You just gotta give me a chance.”

You stared back into his eyes before moving your gaze down to his lips, watching his tongue flicker out and sweep across the bottom one lightly which cause you to let out a jagged breath. You quickly remembered who Bucky was and ducked down under his arms and away from him, “No thanks, Barnes. I’m not going to be just another girl that sneaks out of your room when you’re done.” You say, going over to the bench and picking up your water bottle and making your way out of the training area.

“Who said you’d be just another girl?” Bucky tucks his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he watches you go, waving to your deities as they passed him to follow you out, “And who said anything about sneaking out, darlin’? I’d let you stay all night and every night after!” He called out before you slammed the door behind you. What he said was true though, Bucky would give up all the one night stands and flirting with other women if you would just give him a chance. He honestly liked you, almost to the point where the crush had grown into being in love with you. And now that you had a little devil on your shoulder that spoke all your dirty thoughts, he knew you felt some sort of the same way. He hadn’t brought another woman home since Lucy started making remarks and he noticed you would blush and quickly exit a room. He never thought he had a chance with you, thought you disliked him. But now he had a chance.

You made your way to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and let out a deep breath before touching your cheek where Bucky had swiped some of your hair away. It was like you could still feel his touch and it sent another shiver down your spine.

“Is she okay?” Mickey asks, tilting her head at you as she and Lucy sat on your pillow.

“I think she’s getting all warm and fuzzy.” Lucy snickered.

“Warm and Fuzzy?…. Oh!”

“Shut up.” You groan, tossing your water bottle on the bed before making your way to your bathroom and shutting the door behind you to have some alone time from your deities. You pulled off your sweaty clothes from your body before turning on the shower and stepping into the warm water. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back into the warmth, your mind immediately floating to how good you felt with Bucky so close to you. The way his words rolled off his tongue like velvet. And oh god, the way his tongue danced across his bottom lip as he stared right into your eyes. You quickly shook the thoughts from your head and scrubbed yourself clean of sweat and his touch before turning off the shower and pulling a towel around your body. You brushed out your hair in the bathroom before walking out into your bedroom, freezing when you saw Bucky sprawled across your bed talking to your deities. You gripped the towel tighter around you, your eyes wide, “What are you doing?!”

Bucky looked over to you, tilting his head as he ran his eyes up and down your body that was only covered by a towel, “You saw me in only a towel, figured it’s only fair if I saw you.” He teased, placing his arms behind the back of his head on your pillow with a grin set on his lips, “Better than I could’ve imagined, sweetheart.”

You frown a little at him, picking up a book from your desk and throwing it at him which he caught with ease. Damn super soldier reflexes. You watched Mickey and Lucy slowly float from over on the bed by Bucky to sit on your shoulders, “Well can you please go so I can get dressed?”

Bucky set the book down on your bedside table before sitting up on your bed, keeping eye contact with you with every movement he made, “I’ll go on one condition.” He smirked over at you, licking his lips again.

“I hope that one condition is to join him in the bed. Yum.”

You tilted your head to glare at Lucy who quickly made a motion to zip her lips shut before returning your gaze back to Bucky who was standing from your bed and making his way over to you. You back up until your thighs hit the edge of your desk and he’s towering over you once again, “What do you want?”

“Oh he’s close-close.”

Bucky kept walking towards you until he was almost flush against your body but left a little space between. His blue eyes pierced down into yours, the smirk never wavering from his lips, “Have dinner with me tonight, doll.” He says, reaching up a hand to brush his vibranium knuckles across your cheek, making goosebumps crawl up your skin and your knees almost buckle, “Just you and me.”

“She’s getting warm and fuzzy again.”

“Warm and fuzzy over dinner?”

“She’s probably thinking about dessert.”

You shut your eyes tightly at the words of your deities, why did they have to always speak up on what you were feeling at the most inopportune times. You opened your eyes again when you heard Bucky chuckle at their words, meeting his gaze that had been unmoving from your face, “Fine. Dinner. Just dinner.” You mumble out to him, “Now can you please go so I can get dressed?”

Bucky beams at your response, “A deals a deal.” He replied, but didn’t move away from you. He tilts his head as he gave you another look over, biting his bottom lip and scrunching his nose slightly at the sight before meeting your gaze again, “I’ll be cooking. Meet me in the kitchen at six.” He said before learning in and leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek before turning and leaving your room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as he left your room, you walked on shaky legs over to your bed and sat on the edge with a groan. Bucky doesn’t do dinner, let alone cook dinner for the women he brings back. He’s usually on one mission when it came to women and that was to get them in and out of his room as quick as possible.

“Is she okay?”

“Shit, I’m not. Did you see him bite his lip? I almost fainted.”

“Yeah that even had me swooning a little bit.”

“I’m surprised her underwear just didn’t fall off right on the spot.”

“She isn’t wearing underwear.”

“Good point.”

“Okay! Time out!” You yell at them, glaring as your eyes flickered between the two deities. They both looked at you before disappearing into thin air, giving you some peace and quiet to process the deal you just made with Bucky. You took a deep breath, “It’s just dinner.” You tell yourself, throwing your towel into the hamper and changing into some jean shorts and your AC/DC tank. You decided it would be best to just avoid Bucky the rest of the day until dinner then you could go back to avoiding him. You tried to read to waste the time but your mind couldn’t stop drifting to the way Bucky kissed your cheek. It was soft, gentle and hesitant as if he was trying to be some sort of gentleman.

“You’ve read the same page six times.”

“I know.” You mutter out. Your deities had returned after an hour of peace and silence, but luckily they were behaving for the most part. You had another hour before you were supposed to meet Bucky in the kitchen.

“She’s thinking about Bucky.”

“Ooohhhh…. Good thinking?”

“Sexy thinking?”

“Is there a difference?”

You groaned and brought the book up to your face, hiding in the pages, “I don’t know what he’s doing. I feel like the mouse in a game of cat and mouse.”

“I’ll be his mouse any day.”

“Well, maybe he actually likes you?”

“I don’t know if he’s capable of liking anybody in that way.”

“He hasn’t brought anybody back to his bedroom since we showed up and I started airing out your dirty laundry.”

You look over at Lucy, “How do you know that?”

“He’s nice to look at. Sometimes I go stare at him.”

“He invited you to dinner. He hasn’t done that with anybody else before.”

“And he’s cooking. Hopefully naked cooking. Or nothing but an apron on, that’ll work.”

“Yeah, I know. Bucky doesn’t do dinner for his flings, let alone cook for them.” You pause for a moment, “Oh my god, is this a date?”

“Seems like a date.”

“You should put on a skimpy dress.”

You frown at Lucy, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing is wrong with what you’re wearing.” Mickey glared over at Lucy, “You wear whatever you’re comfortable in.”

“Thanks, Mickey.” You mumble out, putting the book down on your bedside table.

“I’m just trying to get you laid. Skimpy dresses work.”

You sigh, standing up and looking at yourself in the mirror, “Maybe I should put pants on instead of shorts so he isn’t eye fucking me.”

“Just more layers for him to strip off of you later.”

“I don’t think covering your legs will work. You were wearing leggings and a hoodie in the training room and he was still trying to undress you with his eyes.”

You bite onto your bottom lip as you look at yourself in the mirror. What was it about you that Bucky liked so much to where he was going to make you dinner? Ask you out on a date? Sure, he’s always made flirty comments with you but you thought that was the normal. He’s never made any towards Natasha which you thought was because she’d kill him in a moments notice but then he’s never flirted with Wanda either. You were the only one in the facility he bothered to flirt with and get all worked up. Maybe he did actually like you? And Lucy just confirmed it so now he was headstrong on asking you out?

Eventually the time came and you slowly walked out of your room and made your way to the kitchen, stopping when you see the table had been set with a nice white cloth, some candles, two wine glasses with a bottle of wine, and some bread.

“Definitely a date.” Mickey whispers in your ear.

Bucky turned from the stove to see you, a grin forming across his lips. He was wearing black jeans with a dark blue henley that seemed about two sizes too small on him, “Hey, sweetheart. Dinner’s just about ready.” He said, walking over to the table and pouring some wine into the glasses before walking over to you with one and stretching it out to you, “We are having steak, potatoes, and some salad. I hope that’s okay. You look beautiful by the way.”

You took the wine glass and nod, “That’s fine.” You say back to him before biting your lip. Beautiful in simple jean shorts and a band t-shirt? You couldn’t sense any lying in his voice and he was looking at you with soft, sincere eyes and a smile, “Thanks. You look good too.”

“Oh, steak. And wine. And candles. You know what they say about steak.”

“What?”

“When a guy buys a girl the most expensive thing on the menu, usually they expect at least a blowjob.”

“Oh. That makes no sense. Why does steak equal blowjob?”

“Oh my god.” You say, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand, “You two. Gone. Now.” You hiss out at your deities. Once it was silent for a moment, you opened your eyes to see they had disappeared and Bucky standing there with an amused grin on his lips.

“Just so you know, doll, I don’t expect anything.” Bucky said with a grin down at you, stepping closer and gently placing a hand on your hip, “Just wanted to treat you to a nice evening.”

You bit your lip again, the same shiver running up your back as he touched your hip and you wondered if you knew what he was doing to you. You watched him for a moment before speaking, “James, is this a date?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow at your question, “You don’t have to consider it one. But I sure do.” He told you, “I’ve always wanted to ask you out, Y/N.” He said with a sincere smile before turning away and going back to the table to grab the plates and head to the stove to dish everything up.

The whole time during dinner, Bucky was nothing but a gentleman to you. He didn’t make any snide, seductive remarks. Instead he spent his time telling you about himself, answering any question you asked honestly. He asked you questions about your hobbies, which he already knew mostly everything about. He asked what books you were currently reading. You had never seen this side of Bucky and for a moment you forgot everything about him being an annoying flirt. It wasn’t until dessert that he turned on flirt back on. Bucky pulled out a slice of chocolate cake he must’ve picked up from a bakery and sat beside you, cutting a pice off with his fork before holding the it in front of your face, “Open up, sweetheart.” He told you, that grin returning to his lips.

You give him a look but opened your mouth and took the bite of chocolate cake, smiling a little, “That is so good.” You say after swallowing the bite. You bit your lip for a moment before taking the fork from him, slicing off a piece and holding it in front of him like he did for you, “Open up.” You say with a teasing smile.

Bucky grins but parts his lip, his teeth scraping slightly against the fork as you pulled it from his lips. He chewed a little before swallowing the piece and leaning a little closer to you, “Mmm. That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He purrs out to you.

You blush slightly at his velvety voice, “Yeah, it’s really sweet. Really good.” You reply slightly stumbling over your words, watching him lean in a little closer to you.

“I could think of something sweeter I’d like to try.” Bucky breathed out to you, his face inches from yours now. He took the fork from your hand and set it down on the table without breaking eye contact before lifting his hand to cup your cheek gently. He didn’t move closer to you though, instead scanning your face as if to ask for you permission.

You bit your bottom lip, able to smell the chocolate on his breath as well as the wine. You stared into his eyes, not moving away from his touch or away from him being so close to you. You swore you could hear your heart pounding in your ears, “Then try it.” You whisper out to him.

Within a second after your words, Bucky’s lips were on yours. It was gentle but bruising. His other hand quickly came to rest on your thigh, sneaking up until he reached your hip. He didn’t stop at one kiss, instead he kept laying sweet kisses on your lips, deepening each one until his tongue traced your bottom lip begging for entrance which you happily parted your lips for. He groaned when his tongue danced with yours, pulling you off your chair in one swift movement and onto his lap to have you straddle his waist.

You pulled away for air, not knowing when your fingers got tangled in his dark hair. You look down at him from where you sat on his lap, taking deep breathes as his eyes met yours. His hands were gripping onto your waist and he was licking his bottom lip as if to taste any remnants of your lips.

“Been thinkin’ about doin’ that forever, doll.” Bucky groaned up to you, “First time I saw you… I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about making you my girl.”

“Me too. That was hot.” Lucy said, sitting on the top of the counter with Mickey at her side.

You blushed and hid your face into Bucky’s shoulder at your deities’s words.

“Don’t stop on our account. We are just here for the show.”

“What show?”

“The show of them having hot sex on the table.”

“I don’t think we should watch that show.”

You lift your head to look over at your deities with a glare, “Go away. There will be no hot sex on the table.” You hissed out at them before watching them disappear again. You look back to Bucky who was staring up at you with an amused grin, “I meant that.”

“No sex on the table?” Bucky chuckles out, pulling your hips against his making a small gasp escape your lips, “That’s fine, darlin’. We can start in the bedroom and work our way out here.”

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[crashdevlin]

Swan Song

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-six of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is living life without marks and without alpha influence...but the End is nigh...sacrifices must be made.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, mentions of Alpha!Dean x Omega!Lisa

Word count: 3583

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, canon major character deaths and resurrections

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"So, where are we this week, girl? Hawaii, Puerto Rico?" Bobby asked and you smiled, looking around the dirty Canadian dive bar.

"Santo Domingo. Gotta love the Dominican," you lied.

"Where you really?"

You took a drink of your beer and picked at the peeling vinyl of the table top. "Saskatoon. Cursed church bell, drives people to suicide when they hear it."

"Need help?"

"Nah. I've got this. Just need to convince the vicar to let me melt down a bell that's been part of their church since the 1800s. No big deal." You sighed and scratched at your turtleneck. "How are they?"

"Thought you didn't wanna know about them, Y/n."

"Didn't want to be attached to them. Not the same thing."

Bobby sighed. "They took a trip through Heaven a few days ago...got a message from the big man Himself."

"God? They talked to God?" you asked, eyes wide.

"Talked to someone talks to God...and God said they're on their own."

"Sounds like God...handle it yourself but worship me for 'guiding' you." You rolled your eyes. "Sam isn't taking that well, is he?"

"Dean's taking it worse."

"What? Dean doesn't care about God."

"Think it's more that God was the last hope and He ain't playin'. What are we even supposed to do now, right?"

"Right." A hopeless Dean Winchester was a problem. No telling what he might do. “I’m sure everything will work out. If God isn’t worried, then I guess we shouldn’t worry.”

"Well, I hope you're right, Y/n." You nodded. You were hoping the same. "I'll call next time we got something new."

"Okay. Good luck, Bobby."

"You too."

You slid your phone into your pocket and took a drink of your beer. Things would be fine...or they wouldn't. Only time could tell.

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You didn't answer when the call came in from Dean's number. You didn't answer five minutes later when the call came in from Dean's other number. You pulled off into a gas station when your phone dinged with a voicemail message.

"Shoulda known you wouldn't answer...but I really wanted to hear your voice, Y/n. Guess your outgoing message will have to do." He cleared his throat. "I've been thinking about you since you left. Nothing is ever right when you're gone. I think you need to know that. I know why you left. I know I was never really good at being with you. I didn't give you a reason to stay. I should have. But you...you had to leave. You had to make that hard decision and I love you for that. Nobody wanted you to make that decision, to free us, but it was the right choice and I love that you made it. I love you for calling me out on my bullshit. You always did that for me." He sniffled and you could imagine him wiping at his eyes. "And you always kept tryin', even though I pushed you away all the time. You should have given up on me a long time ago and you didn't. I love you, Y/n. I should have said it a long time ago...but more I should have showed you. I should have showed you."

You wiped at your eyes and bit your bottom lip. "I really hope you got to see the world, but if you're on the home continent…stay away from the Midwest. I don't know how big the fight's gonna get."

"Oh, God. Dean, what are you doing?" you whispered as you clicked out of your voicemail to call him back. He didn't answer. "Damn it, Winchester!" You called his other cell, but still didn't get an answer. So you called John's cell. "Where’s Dean?"

John sighed. "Indiana. He's on the goodbye tour."

You rolled your eyes. Indiana meant Lisa. Of course. "He's going to say 'yes', isn't he? After everything, he's going to give up?"

"We aren't going to let him. Sam, Castiel, and I are on our way to stop him."

"You better. He does not get to give up."

"We won't let him," John promised.

"How?"

"We've got an angel on our side, remember? And Castiel really isn't happy about Dean throwing away his sacrifice. We'll keep him safe."

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "Let me know if anything bad-"

"Don't worry. We're gonna take care of him."

"Thank you, John."

"Maybe you should call him, though."

"I tried," you responded. "He didn't answer." You shook your head. "It's fine. Get his head on straight. It'll be okay."

"Right. It'll be okay."

"Bye, John." You hung up and set the phone on the passenger seat. You looked up at the sky through your windshield. "I know you don't care about what your angels are doing, but please don't let Dean say 'yes'. Please. I don't ask for a lot but please give me this."

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"You should come to Detroit." Bobby's words didn't seem worried. Everything about the tone said it was past time to worry.

"What happened?"

"Sam said 'yes' and-"

"What?!"

"It was supposed to be the end of it, Y/n. He was supposed to get control back from Lucifer and jump into the Cage. It was a good plan. Dean and John even approved it, much as they could, ya know, and it-"

"He really thought he was gonna get control from the Devil? Of course it didn't work!" You ran your hand down your face and dug your fingers into your collarbone through your shirt. "So Lucifer has his perfect vessel...what about Michael? Dean didn’t…"

"No, but John's other son did. Heaven brought Adam back from the dead."

"That was nice of 'em. The dumbass said 'yes' because of course he did. So...the fight is...is happening."

"Yeah." He waited a moment. "Come to Detroit."

You sighed. The End. The end of the fight. The end of trying to stop it. The end of the End. "I'm on my way, Bobby."

There was a dark cloud over the city when you pulled the Firebird in next to the Impala in the alleyway outside their hotel. You could feel the hopelessness in the air as you opened the door Bobby indicated in an earlier text and walked in. Dean's eyes raised to meet yours as Bobby rushed to you and wrapped you in a hug. You dropped your duffel and wrapped the redneck in your arms, happy to see him up out of the wheelchair.

"Since when do you walk again?"

"Oh." He looked down at his body as he stepped back. "Demon deal. Added perk. It's a long story."

"Family tradition, those demon deals. At least you got something good out of it."

"Fer a few days."

You patted his shoulder and smiled. "Comes down to it, all we got is a few days at a time."

Dean stood and stepped toward the doorway. "Hey."

"Hey. I'm sorry...about Sam. I know you were all hoping-"

Dean opened his arms but didn't hug you. He waited for you to step into the embrace, green eyes shining with unshed tears as he waited for you to make your choice. There wasn’t a big choice there. Hold a grudge...or hold the man you love. You stepped into him and wrapped your arms around his chest. His arms closed around you and you felt warmth and anguish in the way he held you. There was pain in his scent, anger and hopelessness, but there was a little niggle of comfort as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

There wasn’t a lot said. It was the first time it really felt like a last night on earth. Even the Angel seemed to recognize that things were done. The fight was over. Everything was about to be over.

“I want you to know,” Dean whispered as the sun started going down.

“I know,” you answered. You knew what he would say. It held different significance on a night like that one.

“No. You don’t. You really don’t know...I’ve apologized for pushin’ you away, Y/n, but I need you to know...I thought I was doing the right thing for you. I love you.”

“Dean. I know. Shhh.”

“You’re everything I ever wanted.”

“Everything you ever wanted Sam to have,” you corrected. “Now, shush.” The silence lasted for a few minutes before Dean left, saying he needed some air.

“We did everything right and it doesn’t even matter in the end,” John said, staring at the ceiling.

“Nah. We didn’t do everything right...and it does matter. What we do is more important than anything.” You sighed and leaned forward, resting your head on your knees. “I should have gone to Thailand.”

“Don’t you want to be here with us in your last moments?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. But I wish these weren’t the last moments.”

Castiel nodded in agreement, before standing. “We should go down...Dean is-”

“Leaving,” you guessed, rushing down to the alleyway without waiting for the others, approaching as he looked in the trunk of the Impala. “Dean?”

“You goin’ someplace?” Bobby asked. “You’re goin’ to do somethin’ stupid. You got that look.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Sam,” Dean answered, heading for the driver’s door.

“You just don’t give up,” Bobby chastised.

“It’s Sam!”

“If you couldn’t reach him here, you’re certainly not going to be able to on the battlefield,” Castiel tried.

“Well, if we’ve already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?” Dean reasoned.

“Boy, this is a bad idea. I don’t wanna lose both of you,” John said.

Dean shook his head. “Too late.”

“I just want you to understand...the only thing that you’re gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother,” Castiel said.

“Well, then I ain’t gonna let him die alone.”

You watched Dean drive away, knowing that he was on his way to his death. “Fuck. We should follow him, right?”

“No. We need to figure out how to even up the chances a little,” John offered. “Hail Mary brainstorm session. Come on. Let’s do this.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So...we’re all gonna die,” you said, looking around the room. “We are going to this fight...the fight...to pull distraction long enough for Dean to maybe get through to Sam long enough for Sam to sacrifice himself and throw himself and Lucifer into the Cage. We’re going to die.”

Everyone took deep breaths and nodded. “It’s our only shot,” Bobby said. “For the whole planet, Dean is our only shot.”

“And like the boy said...if we’ve already lost, what do we have to lose?” John said.

"Might as well go down doing something potentially beneficial,” you whispered. “Okay...let’s do this.”

Castiel teleported you to Stull Cemetery just in time to hear Dean tell Michael that he needed five minutes with Lucifer. “Hey, assbutt!” Cas called out, holding up his Molotov cocktail of Holy Fire. The bottle exploded as it hit Michael and he went up in flames. The Angel didn’t last long after that. Lucifer didn’t appreciate the Angel from the lower choir ‘dick’ing with Michael. Castiel exploded into blood and chunks of Angel.

Dean demanded Sam’s attention, but only Lucifer could hear. He grabbed Dean, intent to beat him to death, but Bobby shot at the Archangel, which earned him a snapped neck. John launched himself at Lucifer next and he was thrown across the cemetery, hitting a large stone angel statue. Michael reappeared as Lucifer was beating Dean’s face in with Sam’s fists. You grabbed Adam’s jacket, trying to keep Michael from stopping the altercation. Dean was getting through. You could see it in the hesitation on Sam’s face. You couldn’t let Michael stop it.

“You stupid fucking monkey!” Michael growled, wrapping Adam’s hand around your throat. You sputtered and kicked as he clenched his fist around your neck, cutting off your air. The sound your hyoid made when your throat was crushed like a soda can followed you into the darkness.

So did the sound of crickets. But that wasn’t right. There shouldn’t be crickets in Heaven.

Your eyes blinked open slowly, a sky full of stars greeting you before being filled in by the vision of hazel eyes and a smile. “John? Why are you in my Heaven?”

“Not Heaven, kid. We’re alive, Y/n. Castiel brought us back.” He offered you his hand and you sat up, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“Who brought Cas back?” you asked. “Because didn’t Lucifer blow him to shit?”

“Yeah. Can only assume God brought him back, just like last time he was blown up by an Archangel.”

“Well, that’s...very nice of God considering that he...didn’t want to help.” John nodded, but he seemed distracted as he let his fingers move to encircle your wrist. “What’s wrong?”

“You...smell really good,” he whispered, his cheeks going pink. “I should…” He cleared his throat and stepped back away from you. “Think everything got renewed.”

You reached up and gingerly touched the area where your concave scars were. You were met with plush, plump skin under the fabric of your turtleneck. When you pulled the shirt away from your neck, you were met with completely smooth skin. No marks, no scars. Pristine.

"I'm…"

"Omega again." John licked his lips and stepped further back. “Unmarked, pure omega.”

“I’m...this is insane. I can’t believe he just...made me...a normal omega again.”

John nodded and cleared his throat. “I think it’s a real good thing, don’t you?”

You nodded and smiled. “I think it’s an amazing thing.”

“Why don’t we go ahead and see if we can find Dean.”

You smiled a bit sadly. “I know where Dean is.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Watching Dean through the front window of Lisa Braeden’s Cicero home made your heart crack. The pain was immense, a longing taking up residence in your chest as you watched Dean hold her, his nose buried in the crook of her neck. Scenting her...his omega.

“You could knock,” John suggested, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. You were sure he was trying to keep from physically comforting you. As much as you wanted the comfort, you appreciated John trying to keep his distance more. “You know he’d be happy to see you alive.”

You shook your head. “No. He’s dreamed of this, John. He dreams of her.” You clutched at your shirt collar. You'd changed into a v-neck on the way to Indiana, excited to show Dean but you knew now that it didn't matter. "He deserves her...and the kid...and any kids she might give him of his own. He deserves to be happy. Let's just...let's go."

"Are you sure?" John asked as you turned away.

"My car is in Detroit. Let's go."

You stared out the window as John drove. It was a blow but not one you couldn't overcome. Dean wasn't ever going to be yours and it was best for you to recognize that and move forward. You were a brand new omega. No marks, no scars from cutting the old marks out. No Dean. No Sam. John, well, he was being nice now but it was going to be best for you to stay away from him, too. You would do best by yourself just like you had since you cut your marks out. You were better alone.

"Don't leave yet," John said as he pulled the stolen car in beside your Pontiac. "You should get some sleep. Get a room, get some rest. Don't drive on this."

You reached over and set your hand on his cheek. "Underneath it all, you're a good man, John. I really appreciate it when you let that man out for me." You swiped your thumb across his cheekbone and smiled. "I'll get a room...but not here. Detroit is not a good place...it's where we lost Sam. Get some rest yourself, though."

"You've got my number. If you ever need anything, Y/n, I'll be there."

You nodded and smiled tightly. "I'll try not to need anything." You got out of the car and headed for yours. Maybe you'd actually travel the world this time. Maybe you'd just hunt the same as always. But you were going to try to not need a damn thing.

You drove out of Detroit and headed South, not stopping until your eyes began to vibrate with lack of sleep. You pulled over into a rest stop and turned off the car, lying the seat back and curling up on your side, waiting for sleep to take you.

Dean would be happy. That was the important thing. Dean was going to be happy with his normal life and you could be happy saving lives...without an alpha. Without anyone. Just you and the road and a good hunt...until you died.

You dreamed of Dean. You dreamed of taking Lisa's place in the normal life...so that you could be what Dean deserved. But even in your dream, Dean made excuses. "I love you...but I can't mark you." "I love you but I can't be with you." "I love you but…"

You blinked your eyes open a few hours later and gasped to see a figure in your passenger seat. You sat up and stared wide-eyed at Sam. "Am I still asleep?"

"Well, I'm not Dean so I'm guessing you're awake."

You ignored the gut shot about Dean and reached into the back, quickly splashing holy water on him and waiting for the sizzle that never came. You pulled your silver knife next and Sam dutifully offered his hand. "Why do you idiots always go for the most nerve-heavy extremity when getting cut? Take the jacket off and give me your bicep or roll your damn pant leg up, you jerk," you snapped. Sam just smirked as he pulled his jacket and flannel off. You were really expecting him to burn with the silver but he didn’t...and moreover, he smelled like Sam. He was not a ghoul. You laughed as you dropped the knife in the center console. "How in the world did you get out of the Cage? I know how hard it is to get out of Hell, but you went into Lucifer’s Cage."

"Can't tell ya." Sam shook his head. "Just woke up in Stull Cemetery, went to check on Dean, saw you and Dad...decided to follow you."

"Why didn't you say something in Cicero?" you asked, analyzing Sam's face. He seemed off. Why would he follow you instead of talking to you and John? Talking to Dean?

"You were with Dad...and I could smell you from across the street, Y/n...I knew you came back all new and improved. Wanted to see what you would do about that. Turns out...nothing."

"You didn't tell Dean you're back?"

"Neither did you." Sam tilted his head and smirked. "He thinks we're both dead...and that means he's gonna stay in Cicero with Lisa. He's going to live a normal life with a normal woman. He's not going to die on some job before he reaches forty. He deserves that...and that's why neither of us knocked on that door."

"So, you're just gonna dive back into the work headfirst and...forget about Dean?"

"Forget? No. But I'm going to leave him the Hell alone. He left me alone at Stanford for years until Dad disappeared and Jess died. Don't you think he deserves the same treatment?"

You looked away and pulled your seat up straight. "Of course he does. He deserves everything.”

“So, we’re going to let him have it, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam reached out and set his hand on your knee. “And we can have what we deserve.”

You looked down at his hand, disgust filling you. “Remove it, or I will remove it for you.”

“Come on. You don’t really have a reason to deny me. Not with Dean with Lisa.”

You reached down and pulled his hand off of you. “Dean is not the reason I denied you, Sam. Why are we backtracking here? You seemed to understand this before.”

“We had fun before, didn’t we?” Sam asked.

“It doesn’t matter if we had fun...because the fun stopped mattering as soon as you marked me.” The discomfort you were feeling in his presence made you slip your hand under your seat and pick up your pistol. “You were going to rape me, Sam. That kinda ruins any future fun.”

“You would have liked it, Y/n. I wasn’t planning to hurt you too much.”

Having him admit to it so nonchalantly, with a smirk on his lips, filled you with an angry fear. He didn’t even seem to care. It was worse than when he was hopped up on demon blood. You pulled the pistol out and pointed it at Sam’s temple. “Get the fuck out of my car, Winchester.”

He chuckled and put his hands up. “I’ll see you when you get your panties out of that twist, Y/n.” He backed out of the car and turned, a bit of a skip in his step as he walked away. You hit the lock on your doors and turned the engine over. You’d have to do your best to avoid the resurrected Winchester...just like his father...just like his brother. Best to stay alone. Best to get away.

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[sirensmojo]

"KINDRED",3 - Tommy Shelby x Reader.

Summary: Tommy meets a librarian that he discovered to be the chief of an underground organisation. Needing man enough allies to dirty their hands in the battle against Oswald Mosley, he shakes hands with the devil. Feelings intertwine with business, a mix that leads to unalterable ends...

Warnings: Swearing, drugs, romance, drama & cheating.

Word Count: 5K

❰ ​Previous Chapter

*Shelby Brother Company Limited, Birmingham*

“Michael’s a pain in the ass.”

You and Tommy were seated one in front of the other in Tommy’s office, it was almost midnight.

You both stared at each other after your affirmation, the need to formulate words obsolete, when all of a sudden, a hiccup hit your throat.

“Wow.” Your brows raised, along with your free hand, patting over your chest.

Only the booze could bring them to talk, but they would forget everything the next morning, or that, they pretended so. Everything the other would say was rooted in the other’s heart, as a prize.

“I could maybe try something.” You calmly spoke, as if a flash of thunder lightning struck some idea into you.

You two had dirty hands and were capable of taking care of yourselves, but those past three, you got each other’s back.

Without knowing it, you were keeping a close eye on the business of the other just in case.

If the Peaky Blinder found something wrong concerning your business, he would take care of it, in the shadows of course.

No need to tell you he quite cared when he wasn't sure himself.

It was also working the other way, you had ears at each side of the continent, you what had happened to the Shelby politician without him telling you, and straightened back up every shaky thing.

“ ‘Bout what?” Tommy asked, pouring some more whiskey in the cup resting in your other hand.

‘The two partners trying to get rid of Mosley’ had become an excuse. The silence each brought to the other was addictive, and the days between each meeting only amplified that obsession.

“Speak sense to his wife. Given the situation, I think both the weak and tuff points of Michael’s scheme are her.”

Tommy frowned, thinking deeper about what you told. You weren’t entirely wrong, he doubted Michael would’ve betrayed him without the support of somebody.

“He was pushed to one side, a little push to the other one will make him think right.” Y/L/N got further.

An evening meeting was programmed weekly.

You started meeting at the library during the first week. Then, the Shelby Brother Company Limited’s office, catching the attention of another member of the Shelby family.

“You think it’ll be this easy?” The peaky blinder asked, sprinkling ash onto the ashtray that was on the table that separated you two.

“It’ll have to.” You responded.

Polly was the first one to confront Tommy directly about the presence of a very well dressed woman far too often in the offices.

“Her hair is nice.” She added, smoking on her cig looking intently at Tommy's gleaming eyes at the mention of the so-called “librarian”.

Because that was how he presented Y/N. A girl from an aristocratic family searching for exoticism and bought a library.

He and you were to work together solely due to his status at the House of Commons, none more none less.

But the Gray woman knew better, even if she refused to push the matter further.

“May God keep Arthur away from her, he’ll eat her for his lunch.” Pol’ tease before she shook her head at her own statement as Tommy coughed away this whole discussion.

(...)

Three knocks could be heard on the Gray’s room door in the Midland hotel.

The entrance opens, “Told you I’ll join you in a minute, Gin--” Michael’s voice stopped as soon as his wife abruptly pushed her shoulders to his to enter the room.

“What are you doing?” One of his hands was in his suit pocket, the other one grabbing the door handle.

She hassled to the phone, dialling a number without even glancing at the Gray.

“Gina?” Asked the man, looking intently at the movements of the woman, blinking slowly.

She refused to address him, waiting patiently until the person she was calling responded.

“What is going on? What do you mean our contacts were offered another deal?”

Michael went closer, and as he was sitting on the desk chair, leaning backwards on it, he started to understand what was going on.

“Anyway, we can still offer them to prosper durably, that man can’t say the same, right?”

She rolled her eyes at herself after remaining silent for some minutes, she was listening to the individual at the end of the line.

It was more than clear she was done with everything.

She wasn’t even slightly “happy” to be in the shit hole that was Birmingham as she, herself, qualified multiple times. The only reason she was here was that Michael didn’t want to properly betray his cousin.

He convinced her to come here and resonate with Tommy about a “normal succession”, but she knew damn well it wouldn’t work. Why would he give everything he spent so much time to gather under the pretext of succession?

Tommy wasn’t the type to give up things, for any reason.

And now that they were away from New York, their allies already started to forget about their promises…

Why did she even agree to let Tommy a chance?

“He didn’t fall for Michael’s plan. We will have to do it our way.” She seemed happy at least, to finally be able to handle the matter how she wanted to, which was the only good news about this call.

When the receptionist asked for her at the restaurant, she’d expected to be told all was ready there and that Michael would only have to give the order for the plan to begin. But no.

Gina hung up the phone before she lifted her eyes to her husband that was staring at her, patiently waiting.

“It was my uncle, some man going by the name of Haynes met with all of our contacts, offering them a greater alliance directly with the Chinese, without needing us as intermediaries.” She finally spoke.

The younger Gray looked away, clenching his jaw as a hand came over his face. He let out a long sigh, his body voicing his displeasure. But his wife’s hand came on his shoulder as she leaned on his back, and murmured near his ear:

“But. He says it’s looking like the perfect time to launch plan B, baby.” She grabbed his chin as she turned around to stand in front of him.

“He says it’ll show them we can also ‘bang’ if it’s needed. It’ll be like showing our hand, and in this case, this is the thing to do.”

One of her hands was on Michael’s thigh as the other was still holding his face so he was looking at her. It was a way to say “focus on me” without actually saying it.

As the man was diving into her brown eyes, it seemed she succeeded at keeping him from thinking too much. She gave answers before he could even formulate questions.

By his silence, Gina surmised Michael still wasn’t sure about the plan.

“We did it your way Michael, coming all the way up here to your cousin’s chaotic decisions. Things need to get in order, baby. And it seems like you’re the one that cares enough to do so.” The words left her mouth so lightly as she straightened up and turned her back to her husband.

“We need to go back to America as soon as possible. You promised our child will be born there.” She added, glancing at him above her shoulder.

(...)

Arthur and the boys had convinced Tommy to relax at the Garrison after a long day. Even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he slammed the doors open to a packed place.

Ahead of them were approximately twenty women, all dolled up as if coming from the Eden club in London. Very short hair with the golden headband with feathers, embroidered pearls on their cotton dresses made it known they were from high society.

Some of them were dancing in the middle of the room, while others were singing on the counter zigzagging between glasses and bottles.

It was the first time Tommy had seen most of those people.

He was actively searching their faces trying to locate the reason for their presence when his eyes confirmed his thought. You were dancing, turning on yourself holding the hand of a taller woman.

You had on a black & red dress going down to your knees with a black and gold headband that flattened your hair, forcing your finger waves to frame your face. Your slow and haunting movements were wrinkling the fabrics, complementing your silhouette.

As you were spinning around, the fringes of your dress were flying in the air as well as your hair, adding to your alluring dance.

Your cheeks, certainly reddened by the alcohol and your half-opened eyes due to you boozing with the huge grin that illuminated your face, made Tommy’s eyes twinkle. As if it was a beautiful night sky full with stars he was looking at.

“Who’s that Tommy?” Arthur questioned entering right after the Shelbys head.

“Get in the room, I’ll bring the bottles.” Tom’s low voice ordered as he motioned to the little room near the counter.

Finn and Isaiah hassled to the room without wasting any more minutes, too appealed by the idea of getting drunk while Arthur leaned to his brother’s ear.

“Look at that butterfly Tommy, isn’t she lovely?” He asked after he caught the reason for Tommy's order.

The latter dismissed the discomfort with a rough cough, turning to his brother.

“What about you fetch the bottles, eh?” He simply put, and that was enough for Arthur to leave it there.

“Whiskey for the peaky boys!” He exclaimed as he patted Tommy’s shoulder. He managed his way behind the counter, after which, he took what he was searching for and disappeared behind the large doors of the little room he closed behind himself.

Tom stayed there, looking at you for some time trying to understand which one of the facades he had seen was the real you.

You were now sitting on your friend's lap, legs crossed, your lips were alternating between a long cigarette holder and a glass of what Tommy surmised to be whiskey knowing the character.

Giving up on searching for an answer, he turned his heels and joined his brothers as if nothing had happened.

(...)

Coming out of the car, you looked both ways before crossing the street and joining the large wooden door, a hand in your suit’s pocket, the other leading a cigarette to your lips.

You pushed in the door and were met by two pairs of eyes. A tall young white man, with a dark-skinned one, wearing berets.

Without second glancing at them, you confidently walked to the stairs at the end of the large room, making this place your own.

Your heels resonated on the cold hard ground, and as they did, each man in the building turned to you, staring in both awe and confusion.

Coming down the stairs, you passed by the three little training rings before you sat down at a little table in front of one of them. It was two men fighting, one who had a luxuriant moustache hiding his upper lips, freckles sprinkling his face.

He was screaming at the other one with a thick Birmingham accent, “Come ‘ere, boy.”

“Hit me! Hit me!” His tone was louder each time.

The poor man ahead of him didn’t dare to punch, which he certainly regretted after he received a strong right fist in the jaw.

Only a couple punches later the loud man succeeded at putting down the other that was wincing in pain.

“Yeaa” The moustache man exclaimed before being interrupted by one of the two boys you saw earlier.

“Arthur! There’s a--” He stopped dead at the sight of you, and you put your cig in between your lips as you got up, beginning to applause.

The sound resonated against the walls as no one was making any noise. You grabbed back the cigarette with your fingers and moved closer.

“Do you fight? I know great opponents,” you paused, feigning to think. “not so sure they will stand even for a round with you.” You clicked your tongue, tilting your head.

They both looked at you up and down for a whole minute before the named Arthur opened his mouth, even if still struggling to properly breathe, he smacked his lips as his hands went flattening his hair.

“Searching for exotism, love?” He grabbed the towel he was handed by a small chubby man with a hat. “Bet you liked what ya see.” Arthur decided to make it normal for a woman to come to sit and watch men fight.

“Indeed.” You let out, a curious gleam in your eyes.

He turned to the man on his side that leaned in his ear, murmuring something.

Arthur let out a deep “Hmm” before he got out of the ring.

He glanced at you and decided to keep up the talk.

“I don’t fight like this, it’s just for---”

“Fun?” You interrupted him, your eyes still fixed on his figure. His stare encountered yours before he put on a shirt. He grabbed the filled cup off the table.

“Curly, Tommy needs you in Charlie’s yard. Finn, you go with them.” He was pointing at the men and to the door up the stairs as if dismissing them.

So the man handed him things was going by “Curly” and the boy, Finn.

“What you doing here? It’s not some place for you.” He buttoned up his pants.

You scoffed at his affirmation, leading him to look up at you.

“I like some good fights, is that forbidden, Mr Shelby?” You came nearer, throwing the rest of your cig in his cup.

You were standing right in front of him, taking the bow tie hanging on the half wall of the ring and slowly led it to his neck. He took a step back, but you stepped forward, blocking him against the ring sides.

“You know Tommy?” Arthur felt the need to say something, the situation being extremely odd to him.

You gently put in place the bow and looked up to Arthur’s face, from his pale skin to his eyes. You stayed there a whole minute, analyzing his soul throughout the blue spring sky of his glassy eyes.

“I’d like to see you fight more. In real rings, Arthur. Why don’t you use the boxing place, it’s not far from here.” You turned your heels, walking back to the chair.

He looked at your figure, his eyes blankly fluttering for a moment. Needless to say, the minute you stared at him was displeasing, he was feeling as if he was robbed of something.

He ignored the warning and grabbed his boots, before he installed himself on the other chair around the little table, wanting to hear more about your offer.

“You fight good, but with some real training you could be something else.” You offered him a cigarette that he refused.

You were testing him from the very moment you put your feet in this cave, from checking how to open his mind was to his relation with poison such as cigarettes.

And now that you know everything you need to know, you could offer something.

“You’re some sort of agent?” He asked, intrigued.

You shook your head “Did you ever imagine women fighting? Just like you did, perhaps slightly better” You questioned, teasing him on the end.

His only response was to look at you in disbelief, and you bet he didn’t even understand what you told him.

“There is a world that exists, right here in Birmingham. Wanna go out and see?” You motioned your head toward the door, inviting him to agree with you.

It wasn’t that hard to convince the elder Shelby brother, he was always open to seeing more of life. Even if that meant to beat the shit outta people, get drunk, fuck the whole city or drowning in drugs.

The thing with Arthur was that he wasn’t careful enough, what told him it wasn’t a trap and that he will not get kidnapped or even killed if he followed you? Nothing. Nothing was ever sure with him, but leaving on the edges was something like his daily prayer, so of course he said yes.

Why in the hell would he say no? Tommy could do without him today.

(...)

Tommy had an unexpected visit from Churchill himself. It seemed like the latter had taken a liking to the head of the Shelbys.

“Do what you have to do, Mr Shelby.” Were Churchill’s words toward the reason for his visit, Mosley.

Indeed, he had thought out a concrete plan. And surprisingly, it was thanks to the books you sent him over the weeks, it was almost worth getting harassed by her over the primar book.

The plan was simple, Mosley will make a speech a week and a half from now, the 6th, in Bingley hall. Taking advantage of an anti-fascist demonstration during the rally, an old war comrade named Barney will shoot, and to be cleared of any suspicion, Thomas will be standing right next to Mosley at the time of his death, making sure he’ll take the head of the fascist union.

Today’s meeting was to explain details of the plan and what needed to be done before the d-day, but Tom didn’t see his brother during the entire day and when he’d asked the boys he was responded that Arthur stayed training some more.

It was hard at times, even for him to understand his older brother.

Not that he wanted to, but normally Arthur would never miss a meeting. The only times he didn’t show up were when he was overwhelmed with dark thoughts, and it wasn’t the right time for something like that to occur.

He decided to come to the pub, hoping to see his brother there, drunk, but not in a random cave trying to end his life.

Tom opened the Garrison’s doors, coughing at the amount of smoke coming in his face. He squinted his eyes, at first searching for a fire, but the more smoke entered his nostrils, the more he recognized the smell of apples and red fruits.

“Arthur, what the hell?” he called.

The place was crowded but Tommy’s eyes were focused on his brother, installed at the table near the windows.

He walked to the table and motioned to the windows. “Open one of these.” He ordered, but his brother didn’t see nor hear him. He was too occupied smoking on what seemed like a pipe with a long tube from where came the smoke.

“Oi!” Tommy yelled.

As everyone around the table turned to him, his eyes met with someone he would’ve never expected to be here.

Y/N was previously actively discussing with some girls when someone shouted into her ear.

You stared at Tommy for what seemed an eternity, he doing the same, both asking themselves what the other was doing here.

“Tommy!” His brother exclaimed, louder than he needed to. But this one was too occupied looking at you to even glance toward his brother, that well noticed the stare between you two.

Arthur managed to get up and pat his brother’s shoulder, welcoming him properly.

That’s when he turned to him, incredulous. His icy blue eyes were piercing his brothers, relentlessly.

“Welcome to the new Birmingham, brother!” Arthur seemed ecstatic. “Did you fucking know there were women fighting too, Tommy?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Arthur.” His brother shook his head, still looking at him.

“Boxing, he saw women boxing for the first time.” You entered the conversation to Tommy's displeasure. He looked over you blankly.

“What the fuck is this?” He pointed to the thing Arthur was smoking from previously.

“It’s called a hookah. Or a shisha in percian.” You responded even though he decided to ignore you for who knows what reason.

“Come on, brother, it’s the good life, isn’t it?” Arthur asked, seeing the face of Tommy next to him.

He ultimately pointed back to the windows, “Open those.” Was all he said before turning back and leaving the pub.

“Sergent Major!” You authoritatively called, the heavy Garrison’s doors making a thud as they closed behind you.

The stars were twinkling dimly in the bright sky, cleared of any cloud. It added phlegm to the frenzied atmosphere between the two individuals.

He was already walking in the opposite direction but immediately stopped at the mention of his Small Heath Rifles’ rank.

Thomas turned back. “What did you say?”

You decide to ignore him and start walking to him.

Each of your steps snapped with the fortitude of an army. And the fineness with which you balance your weight from one foot to the other could bewilder the fiercest individuals, that, he knew.

Not a single ounce of hesitation nor apprehension in your movements.

But the most unsettling thing Tommy found about you was your facial expression. It wasn’t closed off or concentrated, quite the reverse, the spark settling behind your iris could light up any type of darkness and you were undoubtedly giving slices of life to each person you would smile to.

The addition of your features creating a delicate dimension where it was possible to believe the best things could happen.

At that moment, Tom wished he hadn’t seen you at that library. You were something he couldn’t overfly even if he dared to. But for some reasons he wasn’t able to move on, swayings seizing his entire being, physically as well as mentally.

There was just something about this, him and you.

“What the hell did you think, you that act like the most intelligent of all fucking Birmingham and beyond. My fucking brother doesn’t need none of that!” Tommy wasn’t screaming, but you could hear in his deep tone the anger rooted in his throat.

“He doesn’t need it or you don’t want him to have it, Thomas?” You calmly stated, which made him turn his back at you, passing a hand over his face.

You were pushing him to the edge and that made you laugh, which you didn’t even try to muffle.

He turned back to you, eyebrows raised.

“You wanted this.” He pointed you with his index.

He was accusing you of wittingly driving him crazy and you couldn’t even deny it.

You grabbed his finger with your own hand and pushed it down without releasing it.

“No, I counted on it.” You started, your lips curling into a smile that didn’t escape Tommy’s gaze.

“Life’s a succession of wars, Tom. But soldiers too need to relax.”

No one had ever put a finger on that nerve, but here he was, gazing longingly into your orbs, your words resonating within him.

You wasn’t only talking about Arthur and the fact he needed to be distracted to stay away from dark thoughts. You were also talking about him, that didn’t have to take care of everything as you were there now to handle some of it.

“I promise you I know what I’m doing.”

He leaned backwards, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

Why were you promising things now? The last time you two were that close, it was you that ran away, and now you were the one initiating things to drift from professional to personal.

You sighed and looked down. That’s when you realized both your hands were locked together.

You frowned, remaining silent. You were shocked, but not as much as you should. You weren’t totally stupid, the feelings settling in you were pretty clear once you stopped pushing them aside.

Soon enough he followed your stare, noticing the thing as well.

Both of you released at the same time, looking at everything but the other.

Tommy coughed, fighting the will to be the one saying something in this situation. But he didn’t want you to escape him again this time.

“I’m dealing with Arthur, you don’t have to put your nose in my affairs. It’s not part of the deal.”

You’d preferred he hadn’t spoken. You rolled your eyes at yourself before throwing him the “really?” look.

“You can’t even deal with Michael and you’re telling me you’re dealing with Arthur.” You scoffed, putting a hand on your lips to muffle the sound of your laugh.

His body relaxes at your gigglings.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re foolin’?” You couldn’t hold the laugh back any more.

He didn’t respond, nor act on what you just said. He just stares at you, filled with joy at the simple sight of you being vulnerable.

A smile drew at the corner of your lips when you stopped mocking him.

Your eyes fluttered of wellness, as he was just standing close, doing nothing else than breathing.

Tommy grabbed a cig and put it in between his lips, but you hassled to steal it and lock it between yours.

He glanced at you, raising his brows. He was done with you that was for sure. But not in a bad way. You were playing a game and you won the match.

He came lightening up your cig as watching you take a deep and slow puff on it.

You started to walk, going deeper into the street and he started to do the same.

(...)

Michael and Gina were coming back from the restaurant. It was the first time the husband took his wife out to eat in Birmingham as she, obviously, wasn’t a fan of the city.

They didn’t see the time’s flying and it was already ten when they reached the wide glass doors of the hotel.

As they entered it, they noticed it was almost pinched black inside, the only source of brightness emanating from little orangish lights hanging on the walls behind the counter.

Michael glanced left to right at the place, no one to be seen, or so he thought. It was only when Gina stepped foot in, that he glimpsed figures coming out of the dark spots.

They were moving fast, getting nearer the American woman before his husband could do anything to protect her.

“Gina!” Was all he said before she disappeared outside the front doors of the hotel along with the individuals.

(...)

Tommy stops the engine looking straight ahead.

You were looking outside the window, to your large mansion. You managed to glance at the man before opening the door. You were gauging his reaction, almost testing the water all while maintaining the silence.

As the tension couldn’t get higher, you stepped out. You began to move away from the car when you heard its door open, followed by the clearing of a throat you knew too well.

Tommy’s steps on the gravel came nearer and nearer. When you turned the keys in the lock they were right behind. You opened the heavy wooden entry and got in, letting the door open.

The man entered behind your and turned his back at you, closing the door. When he turned back at the entrance, Y/N had disappeared.

He stepped deeper in the house, and joined the living room, where he glimpsed at your figure, your air resting at your back, your fingers over a note on the table.

Tom got closer to you, grabbing your elbow with the tip of his fingers, looking at the paper you seemed focused on.

Done.

You quickly glanced around, as if making sure you were alone. You then turned to him, raising your palm to his cheek, a gentle touch that he didn’t expect, making his lids slowly fluttering.

You took a step forward, leaned towards him and fondled his nose with the end of your own before leading your fingers to his lips.

You closed your eyes, rooting yourself at this moment and forgetting about the library, high society, Mosley, Michael and everything that stood between you.

He was the one to initiate the kiss, the call for you being louder than any other things at the moment. One of his hands slid to the hollow of your back as the other was grabbed by hers.

Fingers intertwined together, breath mixed, lips pressed against one another, heartbeats speeding and a thousand seconds later, you pulled away, slowly raising your gaze to Tommy’s.

The weight this kiss meant dropped on Tom’s shoulder as he, without hesitation, came to taste again the sweet flavour of your lips. You gasped at the connection, the eagerness of the feeling inside your stomach being fed.

You were breathing loudly in his mouth, your hands now grabbing Tommy’s clothes shamelessly.

They both knew there was no turning back and that things got more complicated than they needed to be, but none of them pulled away nor hesitated for even a slight second.

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[nelavili]

I'm still processing Season 6 and as an unpopular opinion I'm not too happy about it as a whole. I feel horrible for not enjoying it as much as the Cast/Crew would like me to, but I just can’t change this feeling I have.

Just to clear my head I'll write the things down that irked me. I don't want to start any discussion, they're only my thoughts on stuff ‘n thangs. Huge spoilers ahead, please don’t read if you haven’t watched.

Michael

I admit it, I have probably more sympathy for the bad twin than I should. And after the whole S5 I thought we get a bit more closure with him. I didn’t expect a redemption arc, after Michael killed Remiel, Dan and Chloe it would have felt wrong. But after the “Everyone deserves a second chance” the dude is down in hell, scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush. Really, Lucifer? That’s cruel after such a righteous line.

When Luci realized he could help everyone, even if he hated them, I hoped for a dive into the twins’ relationship but it was like Michael didn’t even existed anymore. And if someone needed therapy it would be the twin with the huge inferior complex. That could have been so interesting. (I had hoped that he'd sat on the couch at the end, but noooo we get the Frenchman.. such a disappointment.)

Maybe Tom Ellis didn’t want to play 2 roles again, or there was no time, but I feel that was a huge opportunity wasted.

What even was the plan of Michael? To get God to retire and wreck havoc on earth to get Dad back, so Mickey can take over as the new God? And then what? Wipe out humanity? I see no endgame here.

Ella

I liked Ella’s Story so far. But she stole the personal file of Carol and even broke into his house.. and everybody is cool with this? Carol might be crushing on Ella pretty hard but if somebody tells you they broke into your house, because they feared you were hiding something bad, You run for the hills. But the dude isn’t even phased.

I’m glad Carol is a good guy, though. Even if he’s kind of bland.

Ella finding out the truth on her own came out of nowhere. I would have found it better if they would have her act a little suspicious over the whole S5. But since they wrote S6 while S5 was shot, a little to late for this.

The scene at the wedding was amazing. I had so much fun with her outburst there.

Dan

Ghost!Dan was my favorite by far in this season. And I really liked how he wanted to help and tried to find out what he still felt guilty about.

I am so glad he got to spend his afterlife with Charlotte and I laughed so hard with the pudding. Didn’t expect that, in a positive matter. :D

The scene with Trixie killed me. Bawled so hard as soon as Kevin got teary eyes. That really gripped at my heartstrings.

But how could he go to heaven while in a body of a killer when his daughter stands right next to that killer?

Comedy-wise Dan is top notch

Trixie

I missed her so much.

It felt like she was an afterthought with everything. She recently lost her Dad and Chloe spends most of the time with Lucifer. I really missed the scenes with her and Luci, they always were so adorable.

They explain it later that she’s at a science camp, but I honestly thought Chloe chooses Lucifer (and later Rory too) over her.

She wasn’t at Chloe’s deathbed but here I’m not sure if the scene with Rory isn’t placed somewhere at the threshold to heaven where only celestials are able to enter. But if she wasn’t there because Chloe sidelined her in favor of Rory, then I can understand her absence.

Linda

I love Linda, she always gives good advice but nobody’s ever took it.

Her book probably would fly under the fantasy tag if she ever published it. Still, it felt cringey.

It was so sad that she thought she was a bad therapist.

Apparently she wants to keep helping celestials because it’s better than helping humans. In the end, celestials have the same problems as humans just on a bigger scale. But okay.

Amenadiel

Amenacop was good, and a nice nod to Dan who put in the application.

It made him realize that he only can change things when he has more power. I’m white and no american so I don’t know if the BLM theme there was well enough executed. Got me wondering.

The apocalypse just being Angels who are incompetent was a letdown. Like this whole season.

I really like him as god. And I am glad he took the position in the end. Even if he could have decided this a bit earlier.

Rory

I like her sarcasm and her character.

Didn’t like the whole time travel, time loop and daughter spiel. I’m not a big fan of time travels or couples getting a kid just for the sake of a happy end or to add extra drama. I could have lived without a Deckerstar baby. Instead they could have focused on Trixie for a change.

The time she spent with Lucifer on the 4th August was precious though.

How in hell did the Frenchman capture her? How did he even know how she looked? IIRC Dan hasn’t seen Rory while in that body. Dan just went over to Trixie that’s why I thought he’d capture her and not Rory.

Lucifer

He found his calling to help the souls in hell only because Rory traveled back in time? No man, he already took the step with Jimmy Barnes in preparation to take over as god. I don’t think it’s far fetched to believe that he would have the same epiphany without Rory there.

But without Rory, he wouldn’t have been helping Ghost!Dan to go to heaven. Though, before Rory traveled back in time, Lucifer was already trying to help Dan. They probably would have needed more time to figure out about what Dan felt guilty about, but figure it out anyways.

How did he even got Chloe pregnant? Was it his subconscious deciding he was ready to be a father? Amenadiel had to believe that he was human to get Linda pregnant. Or maybe it’s because they always thought they couldn’t impregnate a human and self-actualized it that way. Anyways, it’s a tiny hang-up I have with it.

Somebody else besides me thought that the scene in the panic room was awkwardly long? I know they thought Lucifer would vanish somehow, but it seemed too much to me.

His singsong while the magician talked about the trick. :D

I don’t want to even get into the whole time loop thing because I think it’s ridiculous(ly bad).

It took a lot of time for him to realize that he didn’t want to be god, after he put it on hold for a second time. Even Chloe could have asked him if that is really what he wanted. Could have spared us an episode or so. Why is the communication on this show so bad? Q.Q

I loved that he helped Maze with Eve to get the wedding back on after their fight.

He didn’t say goodbye to Trixie  - again. What a nice step-devil..

It’s been Chloe, Rory and his family since he found out she’s his daughter. Not even mentioning the one kid who probably loved him before even Chloe fell for him.

For someone who is all about free will and led a rebellion against God for it, he was quick to accept that he has a “fate”. I thought he’d find another way, or at least try to. Nope, he just did what his child wanted. And they disguised it at his “choice”. Doesn’t look like a choice to me if your daughter begs you for it and you have to promise it. Just getting along with what your child wants.

Why does everyone need to shoot him? Just cut him until he bleeds. The Americans and their fixation on guns. Nice parallel to Chloe though.

Lucifer trying to fix the relationship to Rory with gifts was so cringey. I don’t know why but I couldn’t watch him sing/dance in that scene.

Both him and Amenadiel didn’t want to become like their Dad because of the reasons stated in S5, yet Lucifer exactly did. Another letdown.

 

Chloe

As soon as she knew Rory was her and Lucifer’s daughter it was all only about Lucifer and Rory. No thought of Trixie? I understand she was worried about being a bad mother to Rory, but come on, you’re being a bad mother to your first child right now.

She was ready to go to heaven with Lucifer. And Trixie does what exactly without her parents? Living with her Grandma because one of her parent died and the other one is abandoning her? It’s like the writers forgot about Trixie while forcing Rory on us.

The addiction to the necklace got old pretty fast.

And that whole fight against Lucifer felt unnecessary just to add more drama.

She gets mad at Lucifer for not telling her everything while not telling him that she went back to the LAPD. It’s Lucifer, he always has things on his plate. Double moral, pretty much.

She looked so gorgeous at the wedding, oh my god.

Most of the Deckerstar scenes were good. I got tired of the obvious naked cuddle times, surprisingly. Somehow it felt not like the ones in S5 and it bothered me.

I thought Chloe would finally get to know about everything Lucifer did for her, but I didn’t expect her to read it in Linda’s book. And that she only took away that he left her every time they had an emotional breakthrough.

They spend Lucifer’s last day at the beach and once again, no thought of Trixie. I’m sorry I repeat myself here so often. But this whole season wronged Trixie so much.

They face the baddie without any backup.  At least get Amenadiel with you.

Other things

The use of music between scenes was too much for me. Got annoying at some point.

I appreciate that they wanted to show us snippets of past Deckerstar scenes but here too, I felt like it was too much.

Couldn’t really follow the timeline. Maybe it were the cuts.

What’s been the point of bringing Adam into the mix? Just to wrap up Maze and Eve’s story? For Linda having another celestial to therapy?

The animation in the Jimmy Barnes Hell loop was AMAZING. I laughed so hard.

I’m not saying that Deckerstar shouldn’t have sacrificed everything for the time loop to stay intact, I say that the whole daughter-time travel plot shouldn’t have had happened. They never even talked about having kids, and then ignore the whole existence of the one kid that’s already there.

I really need all the Michaella fanfics, please. My first ship that’s actually a raft, because they never officially have met. RIP lmao

The acting was great as usual, all my problems come from the writing and the plot.

In the end, I really feel frustrated, underwhelmed and disappointed by the whole season. I didn’t have high expectations other than the same writing quality like S5. My excitement for that Season died as soon as Rory told Lucifer that she’s his daughter, to be honest. I waited for a plot twist that never came. Then the whole time loop shit.  I’d rather have waited one more year for S6 if the plot would have made more sense, since this felt like a first draft of a whole other show. And now I wished that S5 would have been the last season. If I could travel back in time, I’d rather not watch S6.

I can honestly live with the fact that Luci and Chloe are in hell, trying to help souls to get to heaven. (But hello, not the murderers perhaps? Or I want Michael sitting on that couch right now.) But the fact that both “chose” to sacrifice their time together with their family and friends just because it’s fate now and parents have to make sacrifices for their children; and anyways there’s an afterlife because (human) life is just a blip in our existence… nah thank you. I do not want it.

I’m probably not gonna rewatch S6 anytime soon.

[onlyhereforangst]

WWR

I’m baaaaack bitches 😘 let’s be honest the last two episodes were shit & you wouldn’t have wanted that wwr anyways. SO let’s get into the ✨angst✨ that was Nick’s episode under the cut…

Oh but before I start, why yes, yes I called this theory too. Me and this writer share a goddamn brain or something because I’ve literally always guessed big plot points of his episodes correctly 😅

Ok Nick’s dad leaving like that, with poor bby Nick all sweet asking if he promises to bring him back his favorite pastry and him hesitating before he’s going to promise- NO. 

*picture Michael Scott gif here*

It’s not faaaaaair, little Nick deserved so much better- so MUCH better. And it’s only going to get worse as the episode goes on, so strap in for the walk down emo lane. 

Quick pit stop for cute banter because duh. Nick giving the real estate agent Ellie’s number cracks me up because bro you want this house with her don’t you 👀 you still keep her business cards on you when you could have just as easily gotten your own (or McGee’s) by this point 👀 you just want to maaaaarry her and move iiiiiiin with her I knooooooow it 👀 Ellie’s reaction the split second we see also has me dying because she’s like ha ha this is funny you had to talk to real estate agent you drew the short straw hey wait what the fu— you did not! Before McGee interrupts any protest she can hurl back Nick’s way and that’s just gold right there. Pure middle school flirting as per usual for them and I love it.

Oooooooh Kasie’s lab scene. The growth in this one. Nick worried his family and by extension him, is going to get implicated for murder (or is guilty) even though it sounds outrageous to him, he’s got PTSD from Mona Lisa (and who wouldn’t tbh). But Ellie immediately, like IMMEDIATELY goes and defends him. Is like uh-uh don’t even GO there, it’s not a possibility its just person of interest I don’t care if it’s literal hair at the scene of a man stabbed brutally seven times, he’s not a murderer. The grooooooowth Ellie, I’m so proud of you 🥺 we went from using that logical head to realizing it’s ok to listen to your heart and wade into situations with empathy (especially for the boy you ~*looOOoOoOve*~) And then Nick talking about his dad being dead and a deadbeat and walking out when he was 5, he looks at Ellie almost the entire time, only barely glancing over at McGee like he needs to have that connection with her, she grounds him when this is suddenly very jarring having a relative by semi-involved in a murder. And Ellie isn’t the slightest bit shocked when Nick dumps this news so clearly she’s heard it and by her look, not only has she heard this, but she does not like the man for what he did to Nick. She looks pissed his father hurt Nick like that because how dare any one hurt her man 😤

And oh here it is, we back on emo lane. Nick recognizing and seeing his dad for the first time in 30 years. It’s gonna hit like a 🎵freeeeeight traaaain🎵 at first he can’t even believe its him, he blinks like a thousand times because *surely* his eyes are deceiving him and then his dad goes and uses his nickname, his nickname people the CRUELTY. YOU DON’T GET TO JUST SHOW UP THIRTY YEARS LATER AND CALL HIM BY HIS CUTE LITTLE NICKNAME YOU GAVE HIM AS A CHILD. YOU DON’T MIGUEL. NOT IN THIS GD HOUSE. Ok and now nick is in pure shock because he just got confirmation that his dad is not only *not* dead, but he’s here in front of him, in DC no less, possibly a murderer no less. AND he’s finding this out by chasing him down *not* by Miguel reaching out to him while in DC. The shock and confusion and hurt my poor baby.

And when that shock wears off and it’s just barely contained rage, my heart 🥺 so of course Ellie goes in there with him and nows she needs to immediately be the support she knows he needs but he won’t admit to needing. Nick tries to deflect with a joke at first but oh honey it’s no use. But quick comedic relief for us on emo lane “sit down, no I don’t like sitting” AHAHAHA like father like son I’m cackling because the look Ellie and nick share and nick’s eyes warn her like don’t you dare fucking say it and she’s like yep yep nope I wasn’t gonna say a damn thing I’ll just look down and try to contain my laughter because now is NOT the time. But see I’m on my couch and I can laugh all I damn well please at this scenario that was gold from the writers thank you. On a more serious level this probably hurt nick even more seeing that he’s even got the smallest something similar to his dad. He’s probably desperate to be the exact opposite, he doesn’t want to even consider being capable of what his father was capable so this - while seemingly insignificant - thing like not wanting to sit in a chair will hit deep for him without him realizing it. If something so trivial is the exact same, wouldn’t something much much heavier like commitment to relationships and family be the exact same? Wouldn’t it?? And good god poor nick for going through that mental anguish, on emo rollercoaster lane. Because it just gets better when Miguel’s excuse for being in DC is “visiting family” like call your BULLSHIT Miguel you certainly ain’t visiting family and Nick now knows oh he lies too, great, another win for the Torres blood, fan-fucking-tastic. 

Quick peek at viewing room and we don’t believe in personal space, Ellie wants to be as close as possible to her hurting bby 🥺

But back to the emo stuff - Miguel just lying off his ass and Nick fed up with his father’s games because it’s truly just twisting that knife in his back that’s been stuck there for 30 years deeper and deeper. AND THEN Miguel has the audacity to yell out for “Nico” like bitch you do NOT get to call him that either. You walked out on him and never came back gtfo. And Ellie is trying so hard to keep it together but man she wants to do one of two things if not both at the same time - wrap Nick up in her arms and shield him from this deadbeat and/or punch this man through the glass to cause just a fraction of the hurt he caused Nick. But instead she just has to keep her cool to be the supportive girlfriend she is and ask nick what he thinks and then. Then. “He’s lying…because his lips are moving”

Well FUCK. Murder me right now. The anguuuuuuuish. Poor five year old Nick in a 35 year old Nick’s body. That little boy who was promised a big hojaldre in the morning from the next town over is right there. Right there to witness the father he thought he had, hasn’t changed. One of the only memories Nick probably has of his father is him leaving. Him lying and leaving. And what does he do when he finally shows up again? 

HE LIES AND LEAVES. HE FUCKING LIES AND LEAVES. (I know I’m getting ahead and technically at this point we don’t know he’ll leave again but whatever sue me because this shit is too much.)

Side note: Ellie talking about a “conflict of interest” that Nick didn’t interrogate his father is laughable considering she should have never interrogated Xavier but ok. 

Ooooo lets see some pissed off Nick. Let it loose baby, you deserve this. And I know I wrote about this in the tags somewhere but can we take a second to appreciate McGee’s growth??? Like bro went from straight up denial to acceptance and giving Ellie the look of “go talk to your boyfriend ok we need to make sure he’s alright and we both know your support is going to go a lot further than my support” and Ellie wordlessly kNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S SAYING. She’s like yeah, of course I’ll go help my man why wouldn’t I. 

I don’t know why but Ellie asking Nick if he’s talked to his “mom and sister” is just so 🥰 I can’t explain this one to you but I love this dialogue ok. Actually I love this whole ensuing conversation. Nick still is bitter (he has every gd right to be), Ellie playing the supportive girlfriend but *tiiiiiniest* bit of devil’s advocate with saying he might be innocent. Once again, so much growth because honestly she knows what it’ll do to Nick if his dad actually *is* a murderer. Like can we for a second imagine if his dad actually was guilty, right? Nick already saw he was like his dad in trivial things like not wanting to sit in chairs. Nick has already had serious, serious doubts to what he’s capable of aka worried he could, if the right buttons were pushed, be a murderer on multiple occasions. Ellie has been there with him for all of that, she knows how low his confidence is when it comes to his perceived “goodness” and she knows just how much it would break him if he learned his direct bloodline IS capable of murder. She knows how he’d spiral if that was true and so she’s gripping to any small possibility his dad is innocent. But nick, oh poor Nick my heart- he’s done. He opens up to Ellie without literally any prodding. He’s baring his long buried soul to her, that troubled, broken childhood that he surely keeps locked away in fear of letting anyone see a weakness. He bares it without question because he feels so safe in her presence he can let her in to see his deepest shame and by extension his deepest worry 🥺🥺🥺 and poor Ellie, she’s a little lost at how to go about helping him because she does have a good relationship with her dad, so yes all she has here for him is saying his father was guilty of a crap dad but it’s because she’s still trying to convince them both he has to be good. He has to be good for Nick’s sake. Buuuuuuut it doesn’t really work does it, because oh shit pissed the fuck off Nick is a site to behold isn’t it 🥵 kicking down doors once again and his smart “still think he’s innocent” oooooooo damn. Ellie’s face says it all- she’s trying so hard to hold out hope for Miguel, so hard. She needs him to be innocent she’s willing to speak it into existence a thousand times but her face is like fuck this is going to kill him and I can’t do a damn thing about it other than just watch. 

More pissed off Nick 🥵 but when you think about it is so so painful, all I can picture is that little 5 year old boy who woke up the next morning waiting, waiting, and waiting. Staring out the window at each car that slows down but ultimately passes. Tugging on his Mami’s shirt asking for the hundredth time when papi is coming back from the bakery with his hojaldre, oblivious to the tears that are slowly sliding down her cheek because she still can’t find the words to tell him what she knows deep down. That little boy who when the sun starts to set the confusion sets in with it. Why hasn’t my papi come back yet? Where is he? He promised. The sadness and sense of rejection that starts to fill his little heart when his mami tucks him and his sister into bed and he asks one final time where papi is and will he say goodnight to them and his Mami has to say she’s not sure when he’s coming home and quietly to the side, “if he’s coming home.” The little boy who weeks later has finally abandoned watching out the window every, single morning. The little boy who had his heart ripped out and thrown to the side of the road when he realized his papi didn’t go to the bakery and instead he was thrown out by his father like a day-old hojaldre. So yeah pissed Nick is fine af but good god the angst underneath is suffocating. Because Nick in this moment doesn’t know the *true* reason Miguel left. He knows what he lived and what he lived is a piece of shit. Nick’s response to “is that what you think of me” is amicable because OOF he could’ve gone the fuck off right there and told him what he really thought of him but he stuck with only a slight dig. TO WHICH MIGUEL. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. IT HASN’T HURT YOU MUCH. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. FUCK YOU. SOUNDS LIKE YOU WERE A SHIT DAD SO YEAH PROBABLY A GOOD THING YOU LEFT. THANK HIM NICK WITH YOUR FISTS BECAUSE HE’S A LITTLE SHIT. FUCK YOU MIGUEL. TOUGHENED HIM UP SO MUCH HE SHUTS EVERYONE OUT. YEAH FUCK YOU. 

And then man here is the point where it all just muddies in Nick’s mind. The poor dude. He knows this line of work, hell he was undercover for almost a decade. He understands how that leaves almost no room for a family. He gets it, so deep deep deep down a tiny part of him realizes why Miguel likely *thought* it was ok to ditch his family. But for thirty years he’s felt abandoned- no reasoning can change that. 

“It’s good to know he was making a nice living while my family was starving” fucking GET HIM NICK. Damn I wish Miguel had been in the room for that. He deserved to hear that one. Ruthless. 

I do not know how I missed this the first time around but holy shit Nick asked to be removed from the case. Nicholas Torres- a man who does not back down. A man who bullied his way into finishing his first ever case with this team that he was arguably way too close to that one too. This is how much pain Miguel brings him. A man who does not quit, not in his vocabulary - was so pissed at getting sent home back when Reeves died, he asks to get sidelined. He actually asks to get sidelined. Holy shit Miguel did a number on Nick and I mean we knew this but 🥺😭😭 poor bby. No wonder you don’t trust yourself in a serious relationship. It’s not the girl you’re worried about it’s you. You don’t think you’re capable of staying, you’re terrified you’ll be just like your dad and leave. once again, you’ve seen the similarities with trivial things and so this just cements your fear of failing at commitment. And this is Nick in just so much pain he asks to step back. oof. I do love Leon stepping into a slight fatherly role for Nick right there though, he shows his support, his pride in Nick and in that moment I think Nick realizes while his father by blood is shit, he’s got several other strong role models in his life that care and that’s why he agrees to work with him. 

Nick’s smarts comment about leaving the note behind 🤣 oh classic Torres move. Also do yourself a favor and pause it on Ellie’s reaction to him. GOLD hahaha she’s like ooo-kay did you really feel the need to say that, let’s not. Honestly I think I’ve given this look to my husband almost daily. They married y’all. 

So married that she overhears Miguel trying to talk to Nick and her hackles raise!!! She’s like hold the fuck up do not traumatize my baby even more, Nick do you need me??? Because I will get you out of this, I will be here for you, I will fight this man, just say the damn word!!!! And Nick ugh, his look. They can communicate with just a simple look, he knows all that she would do for him in that moment and still nods her off, but that tiny bit of gratitude is present. Then we find out that yes Grace is really good at guessing theories “in order to keep his young family safe, it means he has to leave. Of course he can’t *tell* them why he has to leave so that they continue to stay innocent and safe. So he plays it like he’s a deadbeat dude who was “too young” to be a father and is just now realizing it and leaves his wife, little daughter & son behind. Flash forward thirty years and the NCIS case leads them to him. A piece of evidence pops up with his alias, they go knocking down doors to interrogate a potential suspect (Nick’s father) before our lovely CIA agent interfere and claims he’s innocent because he’s a CI…” like DAMN, I’m good. Hahaha any ways the reason I bring this up is because I feel like I predicted/analyzed Nick’s feelings really well back then in this theory and after seeing his expressions, they hold true. Nick is just absolutely warring with himself during this explanation, searching for anything to confirm his dad truly is a deadbeat (and yes he is still absolutely a piece of shit for what he did, but there’s a “good” reason for his leaving and that’s what makes it so- hard.) and as I said when I first broke this down, Nick understands undercover work and his dad (being the POS he is) brings that up to Nick. Like he should “get” it because wouldn’t he do the same thing since he’s in that life? But here’s where (and Nick doesn’t totally realize it yet) Nick and Miguel are different. Because Nick came back, Nick stayed. He stayed y’all and he says it here but he does not realize the implications of his words quite yet. He is NOT the same as Miguel. Yeah he doesn’t like to sit in chairs but he has stayed. He has stayed through some tough shit too but he’s stayed nonetheless. More than Miguel could ever fucking say, that’s for sure. So yes, when Nick has the come to Jesus and realizes that he is not the same as his dad and he can and will stay? Damn I can’t wait for that moment. Also I wanted to slap Miguel when he called Nick “mijo” because BITCH YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL HIM THAT. YOU DO NOT GET TO CALL HIM YOUR SON. NO. “I’m not perfect but I did the best I could” well fuck you too Miguel because look at this broken five year old boy inside a thirty five year old man’s body. Does that look like the product of a “best you could”?? Does he look “ok” to you??? Fuck you. 

But yes here’s my take on where Nick is at: how do you forgive someone you’ve despised for thirty years once you know they “didn’t have a choice” (even though it will always feel like they had a choice or they could’ve explained it to you even if you were only five) and left in reality token you safe and give you a better chance at life? How do you reconcile the real dad and the one you lived with in your head for so long?? How???

And then you’re stuck still reeling from the night before and the bomb that was dropped and the reconciliation you’re attempting to your dad bringing in the ONE THING. The ONE THING he promised to bring home in the morning thirty years prior. How the actual fuck does one come back from that. Can I give another big FUCK YOU to Miguel Torres? Because seriously??? Why do you ever think that’s ok??? Hey I promised my kid I’d bring him hojaldres in the morning for breakfast thirty years ago so may as well make good on that promise right, only thirty years late that’s totally fine right? He won’t tell the difference right?

Fuck you, Miguel. 

And they’re still clearly Nick’s favorite because he’s brought Jimmy to a restaurant specifically for them and that just makes my heart break for the man he had to become without a father. He still held onto that love for them even though they were probably always associated with a horrible, horrible memory of being abandoned 🥺🥺 god damn Nick you’re so broken I’m so sorry. 

Ellie is still as supportive as ever and good god we clearly have lost all pretense of personal space at this point, what is her we don’t know her isn’t this normal for coworkers? But this conversation implies he called her after his talk with his dad and ugh yesssss 😩❤️ I still think he called her immediately after leaving the building, talked the entire car ride home and while getting ready for bed, needing the comfort of her voice on the other end of the line as he worked through his whirlwind of emotions and tried to come down off the cliff he felt himself on. All pretenses of a bad boy with a mysterious flare forever gone, his heart is open for her to see and he doesn’t give two shits about it anymore. But Ellie does a damn good job of girlfriend duties here and not only supports him but also gently prods him to see if he can maybe one day have a relationship with his father. The parallels she brings up makes him think (and also makes him look at her lips twice 👀 he’s just so close to her how could he not I mean right 😅) and I love that she’s still being v supportive but also trying to help him grow. 

And then Ellie giving Nick the option to go with his dad or go to the other location because she’s not going to push anything on him he doesn’t want and then when he chooses the embassy to avoid his dad her reaction had me laughing 🤣 but she respects it. And yet shortly after Miguel tries to team up with Nick and Ellie hears it from the other side of the bullpen, immediately all ears to step in if he wants to avoid him again despite giving him flack for it earlier. Nick can sense her worry and support and this is the moment he takes her advice in just a tiny step and accepts teaming up with his dad. But OMG KILL ME WHEN NICK THINKS HIS DAD IS DEAD BEFORE HE GETS TO TRY AT A RELATIONSHIP AGAIN. HIS WHISPERED “papa’s” I CAAAAAN’T. 

Ugh and then his last conversation with his dad while Ellie is checking on him constantly. It’s just too much, that little boy is back, desperately hoping for his dad to stick around. And Ellie is just so happy she can’t contain it for him and it’s perfect. He walks right to her, her hand on his back because they just need to touch each other after such a heavy couple of days and Nick echoes her advice back at her because he’s showing he listens and he values her insight and I just love it. 

AND THEN MIGUEL HAS COME TO RIP MY HEART OUT BECAUSE HE’S A PIECE OF SHIT REMEMBER. 

My poor bby Nick’s face when he realized his dad LIES AND LEAVES. REMEMBER. HE LIES AND LEAVES. God Wilmer killed it because Nick is literally on the verge of tears and my heart breaks and then yes he goes to Gibbs to see his pseudo-father who he then realizes is more of a father figure than Miguel will ever be and hell that’s okay but STILL. 

I will end this WWR with a I love supportive girlfriend Ellie and another big Fuck You to Miguel Torres.

Goodnight.

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Saved by the Devil (9/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Reader goes to visit tommy at his office (sorry im bad at summaries lol)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Its getting romantic i promise. slowly but surely)

A/n:  sorry this took so long to post and make. Semester is already kicking my ass and making me stress. Hope you enjoy and have a fantastic night. 

It had been a week since you’ve seen Thomas. Since you told him that you wanted to help him. At first, he was very confused. He had expected you to be angry with him or maybe even cry. But you had asked to help assassinate a general with him.

 “Im not getting you involved”

 You ignored him already piecing together what the plan might be, “You wrote down, 23-24 seconds? Your gonna kill this guy in that a mount of time with a guard outside and possible more inside. Plus the guy fought so he’ll know self defense…” You had begun rambling and he was just baffled.

 “Stop.” He told you, you were making some good points but he didn’t want to bring you in this mess. It was his alone that he must face.

 Before the two of you can argue any further, Ada called for him. A phone call she had said. He left you room and never came back. And that was a week ago. You annoyingly asked her everyday and night when he was to return. Now that you knew of the plans and what he was involved in, you couldn’t just let it go. It was dangerous, you knew that. It wasn’t your run of the mill assassination. You don’t know how Thomas was going it on his own or how he even planned on doing it. You had heard the Inspectors words. You know that that held animosity toward the peaky blinder. You can hear in his voice, you felt it in his punches. There was no way that he would give him everything he promised. Thomas needed to be one step ahead of the game. Which you were already conducting for him. You weren’t sleeping as much at night anymore anyway so writing down every scenario and idea you had. And then when that week was done you had it.

 “Ada, Ada, ada.” You ran through the halls calling for her.

 “What is it?” She asks coming out of her sons bedroom, probably fishing tucking him in for the night.

 “Your home in Birmingham, I need the address. Or the pub your brother owns.” You say to her with paper and pencil in hand ready to write down what she tells you.

 “Why?” Ada raises an eyebrow before passing you to go to her own room. You follow her.

 “Ada please.”

 “Why are your trying to see my brother? Didn’t you tell me you weren’t gonna work for him?”

 “I never said that.”

 “What do you like him or something?” Ada fake gags at her own words. Your cheeks warm a little bit but you keep a serious face as you tap the pencil to the paper.

 “Its not like that.”

 She stares at you long and hard. “I called him for help when you never came home. The man rushed over here like you wouldn’t believe.”

 “Ada, an address.”

 “ (y/n) your my friend and hes also my brother I just-“

 “Its just business.” You scoff at her.

 She sighs, “He had someone about a year ago. She was the barmaid at the pub.”

 “I’m not interested in your brothers history.” You can feel your temper rising at this topic jumping she was doing to you. It wasn’t about what she was implying at all. You wanted to help him that was all. You didn’t care about who he was with years ago or even now.

 “You are in his whereabouts.”

 You bite the inside of your cheek. Ada tilts her head and smiles, thinking she’s got you. You turn around ready to leave to your room when she finally spills the address for you.

 ***************************************************************

You stood outside the building where Ada told you was Thomas’s office. You hoped he was there to hear you out. You were going to try to convince him but you had no certainty that you would succeed. You walked inside to find a bunch of woman inside talking.  One was short and very pregnant, the other tall and slender and the last one a bit older but looked the scariest out of all of them. They stopped talking as soon as you entered.

 “Umm excuse me…” You stuttered under their judging glares “Im looking for Thomas Shelby.”

 At first none of them say anything. They continue to stare at you. You meet the older ones eyes. You regret it instantly as you feel a fearful shudder go down your spine. That was a woman you did not want to mess with.

 “What do you need with mr. Shelby?” the tall one asks

 “Look at her Liz, what do you think she’s here for to take your place,” the pregnant one snickers.

“Shut up Esme.” The older one says.

 “I just wanted to talk…if he’s not here….” You trail off.

 A door in the back opens and out walks the devil himself. He glances up expecting only the three woman from himself maybe Michael or Finn and instead finding one more woman amongst the group; you.

 “(Y/n).” he simply states putting his hands in his pockets.

 You don’t say anything observing how awkward and tense you feel with these women.

 The older one speaks up, “Is this how your getting my son out of jail, Tommy. By fucking some whore?” She spats at him venom filling her voice.

 You’re about to speak up for yourself when Thomas opens his mouth first.

 “She’s not a whore, Polly. And Michael will be out soon. (Y/n) step inside..” He gestures for you to go in to his office. You feel very heavy under all their stares as you walk. You remember the name Michael. He was the young boy at the horse auction you had met.

 Thomas closes the door after you. You sit down crossing your legs and lacing your fingers together. Thomas sat next to you on the chair rather than across.

 “You’re looking better.” He says noticing the bruises on your face were fading.

 “Thank you,” You say, “They seemed on edge, is everything all right?”

 “That’s just the way they are.” He says.  

 You don’t say anything and just stare him. You knew he was lying. He chokes under your gaze.

 “Arthur and Michael are in jail. I’m working on it though.” He says swallowing hard. You didn’t press further, you could tell he was having a rough time.

 “I hope it works out.” You say, you clear your throat and adjust your self on the chair, “You shouldn’t kill the general at his house.” You spit out.

 “Jesus Christ Woman.” He says shaking his head.

 “Hear me out.” You plead.

 “Why do you want to do this?”

 You ignore him. Instead you tell him your whole plan. How he could kill two birds with one stone.

 “If your still going to Epsom, you can get Sabini. Maybe not kill him but screw him over. Are you still seeing May?”

 He nods.

 “Good you probably already know she’s got influence on the board. You use that to your advantage when you take Sabini men licenses. You go through her to get your men to what they need. Then the races are yours.”

 “How will we burn their licenses when theres fukin police everywhere.

 “They wont be around when they hear gunshots.”

 He takes a moment letting your words and plan sink in. He rubs his lip.

“We could burn the license’s gonna have to threaten them to take it,” He says muttering to himself, “The general why would he even go there?”

 The two of you talk for hours inside that little office of his. Drinking and talking of the plan. He tried to shut it down multiple times, trying to get you think twice about getting involved. But your mind was already made up. He seemed to like you idea, adding on to yours and even sharing details of the private mission of to you. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders as he told you the how he had even gotten involved in this political mess.  Soon the drinks clouded both your minds and it was no longer business that you were just talking about.

 “So what you want out of this?”

 “You said the government involved right with this…the prime minister knows what your doing?”

 “Aye…”

 “Then maybe he could get me a new name or-“

 “Why do you need that?” He asks you

 “You can never live just one life…” You smile trying to joke.

 He stares at you intently, “Why did your father lock you up in that place?”

 Your smiles drops, he notices it his eyes softening just a bit. “Sorry, it just came up in my head.”

 “Do  I sound crazy to you or something?”

 “Its just a question ive had in my head for awhile. Its none of my business.” He stares at you deeply.

 “No its not,” You say softly, “I don’t know why he put me there either. Maybe cause he could. I mean I never asked him.”

 “So when you get your new name what are you gonna do? Ride out in the hills, find a husband, push a few kids.”

 You laugh at him, he smiles when the sound hits his ears. “You should smile more, Mr.Shelby.”

 “Tommy. Why do you call me by my last name.”

 “Its too make sure you don’t get comfortable. This,” you gesture to the two of you, “is strictly business.”

 “Why of course. Another drink?” He asks getting up for more whiskey. You nod. Your cheeks were flushed and head dizzy. You were beginning to forget what self control was. You mouth moving before you can even comprehend your next thought.

 “Ada told me how you had someone last year.”

 He stops pouring the drinks to look at you. His back stiff and free hand curled into a fist.

 You continue talking, not looking at him. You weren’t looking at nothing in particular really. “I never had anyone.” His figure relaxes when he looks you more closely. Your body a bit limp, eyes glossy, your speech a bit slurred. You didn’t hold your liquor too good.

 “What else did Ada say?”

 You giggle remembering. Ada thinking you had a thing for her brother. How ludicrous! You glance toward the man, a little smirk resting on his pink lips and head tilting toward you. His blue eyes shining at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite detect. A strange feeling flutters in your stomach. You stop giggling and clear your throat.

“I think I should go. It was good talking to you.” You stand up way too fast. You begin to see black spots all over and the loss of balance.

 ‘Fuck’ you think to yourself, thinking about how your gonna embarrass

yourself falling to the floor.

 But then you feel a pair of hands grab at your arms and spin you around. You fall into Mr.Shelbys chest and for a moment he holds you there. And for that moment you smelled the cologne and whisky on his clothes. You felt the calluses on his rough hands against your soft skin. You felt the slight beating of his heart in his chest. You think if you look up you’ll get to see if the blues in his eyes are as clear as you think em to be.

 But the moment is gone an you both step away from each other, awkwardly. You swaying on your feet trying to regain balance and him hitting the drawer behind him.

 “You shouldn’t go home at this time (Y/N)” he finally says deciding to ignore what just happened. Which was fine with you. You felt very nervous all of a sudden and very, very confused.

 “Come with me.” He says taking you by the crook of your elbow and leading you out of the building. You didn’t want to admit that you liked the way it felt when he had grabbed you and the two of you walked out together, you couldn’t help but think of when and if he would do it again.

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