#LITERALLY SITTING HERE LIKE OOOOOO

[dewdropdinosaur]

Redemption is Best Served Hot

LUCIFER x READER Part Two Summary: You are like the mom Charlie always wanted. And like the partner Lucifer wishes he had. Warnings: NONE. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! See pinned post for details

In the bustling underworld of Hell, where chaos and mayhem were the order of the day, there stood a peculiar establishment known as the Hazbin Hotel. Run by the optimistic and determined demon princess, Charlie, the hotel aimed to rehabilitate wayward souls and give them a chance at Heaven. 

You, an older demon, found yourself entangled in the unique tapestry of the Hazbin Hotel. Drawn to Charlie's mission and warmth, you had become an essential part of the hotel's daily operations. As the pseudo-mother to Charlie and the other inhabitants, Y/N provided a sense of stability and care in the tumultuous underworld. A pillar of support for the lost souls seeking refuge within the hotel's walls, helping with the cleaning, aiding anyone with anything; you were in fact quite literally acting mother to all six inhabitants. Not that they minded, each loved you in their own way. Even Alastor, who would not admit it to himself that maybe your cooking could have rivaled his own mother’s.

“Nifty darling, here. Don’t run around with that old knife. This one is much sharper.” “Oooooo, thank you! BUGS PREPARE TO DIE!”

“Angel, poor thing. Come here, let me draw you a bath and we can talk all about it….or we can just sit in silence. Whatever you would like.” “Yeah…that woulds be good.” 

“The new shipment just arrived, Husk! Do you want me to help you carry it in?” “Nah, I got it. But thanks.”

“PENTIOUS! What did I say about letting the Egg Bois into my kitchen?!”  “Sssssory Mssss Y/N.”  “It’s alright dear, just…please be more mindful of them. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“Vaggie, no you may not kill Alastor.” “But..!” “No buts! You will respect Charlie’s wishes. And that goes for you too, Alastor.” “Oh me? Darling, it would be a pleasure to do as her highness commands.” 

And so on and so forth as the world goes. 

Over the years, Lucifer, the charismatic and charming ruler of Hell, found himself increasingly drawn to you after the original spout with Heaven. It wasn't just your unparalleled dedication to the hotel or the unwavering support you offered to Charlie; it was a magnetic force that pulled him towards you. Lucifer, accustomed to the chaos and seduction that surrounded him, found the calm demeanor and genuine kindness irresistible. In the dimly lit chambers of the hotel, Lucifer found himself captivated by your unwavering dedication and boundless compassion. He admired the way you effortlessly navigated the tumultuous currents of Hell, offering solace to those who had long abandoned hope. 

One evening, as the residents of the Hazbin Hotel gathered for a makeshift family dinner, Lucifer couldn't help but steal glances at you throughout. Laughter echoed through the room, bringing an unusual warmth to the usually cold and unforgiving realm. Lucifer found himself captivated by the way you effortlessly connected with the diverse souls seeking salvation and he felt his heart twinge a little. The scene was sweet, almost too much so. It made him long for something he had never had with Lillith or thought he could ever have. He hardly touched his food all night, too enthralled with you and your presence. You were like an angel, ironically so. 

After the meal and asking the Egg Bois to clean up(they were kind enough to oblige), you retreated to the hotel's back rooms with a book in hand, a haven of peace in the chaotic underworld. Lucifer followed, the air thick with an unspoken tension. You, engrossed in a book, hadn't bothered to notice the King of Hell until he cleared his throat. With a small flush of embarrassment at accidentally ignoring him, you looked up and met Lucifer's piercing gaze with a soft smile, setting your book aside. 

“What can I do for you Lucifer?”

"Quite the family you've built here," Lucifer commented, his voice a silky blend of charm and authority.

Smiling and setting the book aside, you laughed softly. "They're a unique bunch, but they deserve a chance at redemption, don't they?"

Lucifer nodded, taking a step closer. "And what about you, Y/N?” 

Your gaze met Lucifer's, eyes reflecting a depth of understanding about the true meaning of his question. "We're all seeking something, aren't we? Redemption, forgiveness, a second chance."

Lucifer reached out, gently tracing a finger along Y/N's cheek. "And what do you seek, Y/N?"

Your  heart fluttered, and as you took a deep breath you held his gaze. Oh how he loved that dazed look in your eyes. He wanted you to look up at him that way everyday if possible. Just the way your sparkling and your lips parted so sinfully sweet, he knew even the original sin barrer himself could be tempted. "I seek a chance to make a difference, to maybe bring a little of Heaven down here when I could never do it when I was alive."

Lucifer leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "Perhaps you've already brought light to the darkest corner of my realm."

Lucifer then pulled away, a small flush gracing his cheeks. He tipped his hat in acknowledgement before leaving the room without another word. Once outside the door, Lucifer pressed back up against a wall and could feel his undead heart about to beat out of his chest. Placing a hand over his chest in order to calm himself back down, the King of Hell flew back to his castle with a giant grin on his face. 

You too were no stranger to the effects of his…flirting. A giant grin and flush appeared on your face as you sunk back down into the chair you were sitting in. Giggling like a schoolgirl, you kicked your feet happily and ignored the book you were once reading. 

A forbidden connection sparked between Lucifer and you, a dance of redemption and desire in the heart of Hell, where the Hazbin Hotel stood as an peculiar beacon of hope. For in the heart of Lucifer Morningstar, amidst the chaos of Hell's domain, love had found its most unlikely champion.

[coryosmin]

Oooooo finnick, coryo, and sejanus receiving boudoir photos from their s/o

nsfw | mdni | modern au, fem!reader

coriolanus - if you texted coryo a photo of yourself in lingerie, he would instantly be hard. he would likely be in some sort of meeting. i can imagine coryo as a lawyer and he’s like meeting with a client. and suddenly, his phone dings. he apologizes to the client and checks the message, seeing a picture of you dressed in red lingerie in your shared bedroom in a very pornographic pose with the text “all for you when you come home.” and coryo takes a deep breath, turning his phone off and very grateful that he was sitting at his desk. and when the client finally leaves, he answers the text with a “that was so naughty, baby, sending that to me while i’m working. gonna have to punish you when i get home” to which you explore with “please do.” and coryo lived up to his text.

sejanus - sejanus was in his biology lecture when his phone vibrated with a text from you. he was set at the back of the classroom, luckily as he opened your text. it was a photo of you dressed in a pastel pink lingerie set posed in front of the mirror with your ass in the air. and you sent a text with it, saying “desperately need you, sej.” sejanus swallowed thickly as he subtly adjusted himself. “baby, i’m in class 😔😔” he replied back. and when you said “i know, that’s why i sent it.” sejanus packed his things and left the lecture early.

finnick - i personally believe that finnick would be so giggly about it. he would be sitting in your guys’ living room, watching some random show on the TV when all of a sudden he gets a text from you. which is weird because you’re literally just in the bedroom. he opened his phone to see a picture of you dressed in a lavender lingerie set that made your boobs pop out of the top. and you captioned it with “ready for you to come here,” and finnick, being the tease that he is, just texts back with “awww you look so cute baby. what are you ready for me to do?” and you respond like “you have five seconds to come in here and fuck me.” and then finnick is literally running to to the bedroom. teehee

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 9

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I feel so weird sitting here in the morning reading this, this has been my night-time routine for 8 chapters!

In all honesty the fic I was reading this morning just wasn't it/my brain kept coming back to my boy Shen Qingqiu, so here I am 8am on a Sunday heading into the Borderlands.

My teas are for evening- so this morning, hazelnut coffee!

ah, okay, intro to this chapter. I have been wondering how the afterlife works in this series. I hope we find out more than "the border of human and demons realms" p167

JK lol this is a physical place and not an afterlife p168

oh gosh, this is quite a mess! (Re: the political upheaval within the Cang Qiong Mountain sect as well as vs others) I kind of want to know what the side quest Shang Qinghua went on in the demon realm. p169

Oh baby Luo Binghe keeping Shen Qingqiu's corpse :( p169

okay but he also took Mo Qingfang with him so maybe they were trying to figure out a way to bring Shen Qngqiu back? p170

I would have loved to be privy to the Tea that Lu Liu was about to spill about his theories of Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu ahaha but instead we got a knock on the door interrupting p171

who is this newcomer??? Wait who's the second one?? The anticipation!! pp172-173

wait. "what year is it?" New character or??? p174

I fucking cant. Yes it is Shen Qinqgiu. but also the dramatic flair is too much RE: "faking your death is overdone, I must therefore actually die :)" p174

omg SQQ had a backup body made from the mushrooms! This is so wild. This was definitely Shang Qinghua's side quest for sure. p175

omg I can't stop laughing. What is with MXTX killing the leads and then twinkifying their new bodies. p176

it's been FIVE YEARS?!?!?!?!? p177. Oh damn, bless that he has an abundance of spiritual energy now!

He really told them his name was peerless cucumber- oh my. p178. Can we talk about how they then immediately stated he was a bottom with the Peerless "chrysanthemum, crown, flower.."p178

The hypocrite lol "It is wrong for you to profit from their misfortune" after he literally stole all the clothes on his back and a fancy fan for fun (and cultivating, but let's be real mostly fun). p180

why does everything just come back to SQQ just fantasizing about Luo Binghe's dick? We went from SQQ ranting about demon naming conventions to what he would call Luo Binghe's actual dick LOL p181

HEAVENLY PILLAR-JUN - pls end me XD stooop. p182

Meanwhile we have these demons sweating because they think this man is incredibly powerful and very unstable as SQQ laughs maniacally then slaps himself. p182 I really don't think they are wrong TBH.

oh no! I need to now what Liu Mingyan has been doing in the badlands! p184

but also SQQ assuming that Liu Mingyan is Luo BInghe's wife.

OOOOOO Sha Hualing is back! p185 I like love her as a villain, but hate her as a character. She's in a weird place for me, but I appreciate her LOL

Who the heck is this youth? p186

Jesus christ. the fact that in this moment SQQ hates Sha Hualing's nails- not because there is a kid about to get slice and diced, but because in the novel she uses them to tear up Luo BInghe's back when they fuck. I cannot with this man *face palm* p187

okay we have a name for this young master- Yang Yixuan, and this little baby is Liu Qingge's disciple! p188

learning about how Luo Binghe's cultivation works with his need to basically dual cultivate to level himself out has me officially believing that the system basically allowed SQQ to build the ideal body for Luo Binghe. he definitely has the excess spiritual power LOL p190

This interaction with Sha Hualing and Liu Mingyan tho...I really love Liu Mingyan! Wait- oh no! Not her clawing her face!!! p194

okay she did not get her face clawed

Well, my theory about SQQ building the perfect bod has more merit with the nuns now out of the picture. p197

Holy shit. he actually is strong enough to break through immortal binding cables!! p199

NOW he notices the script change LOL p201 "Shen Qingqiu had certainly never planned to fill in the gap they left behind himself. He had that old feeling of having accidentally picked up the wrong script- it made him vaguely suspicious that the scam of a System was still around"

Dang! he broke the net too! p201

and we have a small appearance by Luo Binghe!!!

Yay! I am so excited i've missed the system, glad it's back. even though it seems kind of broken lol p203

Well "peerless xiangsheng" and "senior peerless" are certainly better than peerless cucumber LOL p205

oh my. Well I mean, he's not entirely wrong is he? Re: Lu Liu's epic tale of the tragic one-sided love between Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu. (and this is the Tea I wanted at the beginning of the chapter, I am so happy about it). pp206-207

oh my sweet summer child "Those details aren't the slightest bit reliable, okay? 'The Truth' your sister! Even if I had no girl to fondle for twenty years, no matter how wretched I became, I wouldn't get so desperate that I'd get gay with a guy! Let alone get gay with the male lead!" p212

This Chapter LOL

This was definitely a needed pick up after we had that wretched death. But now I am so curious! I need to know how this turns into their weird but epic love story. When do these two collide??? What happens next???? (do not answer any of these questions LOL no spoilers, but I am very excited to read on).

[thesymphonytrue]

Hiiiiii I just have to ask if you have any Neal/Peter fic recs? On or off ao3, I'm just really craving some good sweet stories w them 😩

Hiiii!!!!

oooooo yesssss!!! Here are a few that I love:

a particular type of hat by natlet

I am obsessed with this fic. The writing style and language is sooo beautiful. GAH 😭 It's written with quite a few time jumps...so for me I had to take it slow and really enjoy and savor the fic. I mean just read this:

It's the first chance he's had to look at Neal, slow down and really look at him, and he's so - Peter can't find the words for it. Neal looks like a fascinating new case, like Mozzie's car, like the sun setting behind home plate. He looks like something Peter wants to get his hands on. His hair is longer, bleached light by the sun and curling in the sea air, and Peter wants to reach out, brush it back off his forehead, run his thumb along the line of stubble hugging Neal's jaw.

UGH gorgeous!!! I love this paragraph so much and the entire fic is written like this, so soft and beautiful.

this body is yours (your mess is mine) by multifandomjess

This is another fic I have read over and over. It's so well done and "fixes" that season five argument we all cry over 😭

an excerpt:

Peter is still against him, and for a moment Neal is worried that he’s misread everything and made a terrible mistake. But then, Peter makes a tiny, wanting sound and his eyelids are fluttering closed as his lips part beneath Neal’s. Neal smiles into the kiss, his heart racing as he threads his fingers through the short hair at the nape of Peter’s neck. His tongue sweeps along the seam of Peter’s lips to tangle with Peter’s, and they’re kissing, and kissing, and kissing.

T^T it's so soft. and I love it.

Cleaning Out the Wound by melenafrey

More Cape Verde goodness because god those episodes were romantic!! This one features protective Mozzie. 😂

 “Don’t you get what I’m trying to say here?" He closed his eyes and let his head fall forward the short distance to rest against Neal’s. He heard Neal’s surprised intake of breath, and then nothing. Neal stayed, and Peter could feel the weight of his heavy head as he relaxed into the touch.

MY HEART 😭

Company Picnic by laulan

This one is just short and literally sweet and SO them.

Then Neal catches Peter's wrist in his hand and brushes his lips over the pad of Peter's thumb, his eyes warm and devilish. Peter jumps, giving Neal a stern look and pushing down the lingering thought that he should go for it anyway, damn whoever's looking.

lol Neal literally is just tempting Peter this entire fic and it's adorable.

Awakening by Sulwen

haha can you tell I like Cape Verde fics? This one is really good. Very true to their characters.

“This wasn't supposed to be a chase!”

There's a long pause before Peter speaks again. “Tell me, then, Neal. What was it?”

Neal bows his head and stares at the floor, long enough for Peter to step forward again and reach out a tentative hand. He takes a deep breath. This isn't going to help. If anything, it's going to pull Peter in deeper, make him that much more determined. But he's talked himself into a corner, and he can't find a way to slip it. The only way out is through.

THAT DIALOGUE THO!!!

Undeniable by cookiegirl

This one is just cozy and soft and sweet and set in Copenhagen so what is not to like? It's like being wrapped in a warm hug!

Everything would be easier, Peter thinks, if Copenhagen wasn’t so damn romantic. He’s not usually one to notice things like that, but even he can’t miss the way that the October late-afternoon sun turns the water in Nyhavn harbor golden, and deepens the burnt orange and burnished yellow shades of the townhouses. Tourist couples stroll past, hand in hand, or sit close together at the outdoor tables of the tiny canalside cafes, and the air swirls with happy chatter and the strains of restaurant music. It is undeniably idyllic, and it’s making Peter’s skin itch.

Things would also be easier, of course, if Neal wasn’t so damn… Neal.

heeeheee!!!! so cute!!!

Five Kisses That Never Happened by china_shop

Just check out all of china_shop's stuff. I love their Peter/Neal fics and this one is pure fluff and warm feelings.

"Shut up," says Neal and leans into him, kisses him softly, over and over like he'll never get enough.

~~~~~~~

Okay those are my top favorites, but I think I have some more on my bookmarks on AO3 I think, so feel free to check them out. I don't usually recommend my own fics, but if you haven't read them I have a few fluffy Peter/Neal fics as well that I can share here if needed! <3 <3 <3 I hope this helps!! Thanks for the ask! I love talking fanfic!! :D

[ladylooch]

more soft thoughts what would Nico do if you’re scared of being intimate because you haven’t had sex in a while??

Oooooo this is such a vulnerable one.

18+ below the cut

Couples go through dry spells, you tell yourself looking at Nico across the room.

It's been a couple of months since you two have done anything sexual. Things have been busy. Interest has been low because winter is sucking the life out of you. But honestly, it's Nico's groin injury that has prevented any sort of sexual contact. Anytime you two tried, he was in pain. You thought about different positions, but the reality is that Nico is the driver of the bus with his strong thighs and hips. It wasn't the same.

Now, it's been so long that you're not even sure how to instigate it. Your confidence has weakened, even as he sits across the couch from you looking like an absolute snack.

"What's up?" Nico raises his eyebrows at you. Your head shakes in response. His brown eyes run along your body, hovering at his favorite places. "Well, if you figure it out and wanna come over here to do something about it. Let me know." He goes back to scrolling on his iPad, but with a smirk.

This is your window of opportunity, but you...can't. Your body will literally not slide across the couch. Instead, you hide your face in the couch cushions.

"I'm so anxious." You say into the leather.

"About what."

"Having sex with you!" You blurt, looking at him. He pauses, contemplating your words without judgement.

"I guess it has been awhile." He reaches out for your ankle, pulling until he slides you down to him. Your butt hits his thigh and he starts massaging your feet in his hands. "Maybe we start here and see what happens?" You hide your face.

"I feel like such a loser." You widen your fingers apart so you can see him. Nico looks tenderly back like you couldn't be more perfect.

"I think I just fell in love with you all over again." He whispers.

You aren't sure what you were expecting, but it wasn't that. Without thinking, you force yourself up to straddle his lap. It isn't long before your make out session turns into Nico carrying you to the bedroom.

"I've missed you." He groans with his first thrust in. You thread your fingers through his hair, bringing his face to yours. You want to speak, tell him all the ways you missed him, and how good this feels.

But words fail, so you show him instead.

[yankstrash]

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[jorgecrespo]

911 thoughts below, i never hide posts so you know i yap a lot and also i love you guys so nobody is forced to read my thoughts, whatever it's fine :(

ok first of all this will be scattered because i didn't write any notes this is just free form, i am not god's strongest soldier. i only cried a few times which is very impressive considering i cry at everything so i'm back to being god's strongest soldier. so much happened in this show it's shocking. things just keep going on. la is literally the most dangerous place on earth they need to move IMMEDIATELY. why is angela bassett in this. what did her agent tell her to convince her to do this. this isn't a complaint btw this is the greatest project she's ever done. thank you angela's agent we all say in unison. it's so campy, died in 2023 born in 2018 welcome back riverdale. no i won't elaborate. ok ummm characters. it was an uphill battle to not have maddie as my favorite character because jennifer is my girl we're like this 🤞 and maddie is the name of my childhood bff. and baby we never reached the top of that hill MADDIE SUPREMACY 🫶🫶🫶. that's my bestie, that's my boo bear, that's mother right there. love you girlfriend forever and ever amen. eddie diaz my beautiful princess with a disorder. need to study this dude immediately. first of all .... ****** and that's all i have to say about that. has he done things wrong? yes all the time including right now. do i care? well he's my beautiful princess with a disorder i don't know what to tell you. his kid should definitely be mad at him tho baby what were you thinking with that one? nothing ☺️🫶 love you chris come home soon pls. chim THE PEOPLE'S PRINCESS. never done a thing wrong except almost die literally all the time but that's ok we love him anyways. nobody's perfect but he's close love you bestie 💜💜💜. buck is a princess who should just sit there and look pretty and not do anything that will put him in the hospital. don't worry about anything babygirl we'll figure it out for you. we're also gonna get you away from "tommy" (unbelievable that's his actual name, a grown ass man) i do not like him at all. oooooo you've been bi for like 20 minutes but you gotta come out immediately or i'm gonna throw a fit I HAVE A GUN AND IT'S LOADED. i'm sorry but i'm throwing him into oncoming traffic as soon as possible live laugh love. and he's not having a funeral. love you buck, you shall be free soon 🫶. bobby and athena best couple of all time I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT. that's ohana right there. they mean a lot to me ok. hen literally mother.com she's my girl except when she cheated on my lesbian queen karen but i'm pretending she didn't do that because i don't think she would!!! i know her better than the writers. remember a long time ago when i said you should get a free pass to forget exactly one bad thing your favorite character did to preserve your sanity? well here we are. i didn't see shit. hen and chim friendship supremacy btw. a great show, nothing makes sense and i'd like to keep it that way. they just landed a plane with the power of friendship, love, and autism. hopes for this season are that things continue to be insane, hen and karen get their kid back, and eddie too i guess. love his little crisis mustache going on i'm sorry but this is your fault you weird little man. and tommy dies of course. in god we trust. there i probably missed 80% of what i wanted to say and also emotionally i can't think about certain scenes i'll need several month to heal 😐 whatever it's chill. thanks for reading if you did, i'm probably just talking to myself right now heyyy kallie how's it going??? pretty good thank you bestie!!!!

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

As determined by the randomizer, the two prompts I was working with were "Final Fantasy 7" and "Sick Day". Been a while since I played with FF7 characters, so I'm a little out of practice, but here we go!

The grashshrikes shouldn't have been a problem for a mercenary like Cloud. He'd fought worse -- these things weren't even sentient! It was way more of a pain to deal with Shinra gunners! But just a split second of distraction was enough to slip up where grashshrikes were involved.

Cloud fumbled for a Cure and shot a dirty look at Barrett as Jessie put down the last monster. Was it really worth it, working for this guy? Sure, it kept a roof over his head, but Cloud was pretty sick of being the target for the guy's hatred of Shinra.

Well. Currently he was pretty sick period.

"Ugh."

Cloud tipped his head back and let it smack against a wall of sheet metal.

Out of Cure materia, and all he'd done was lower the poison from "debilitating" to "knocked out for the next 24 hours". He really needed to get his hands on a Cura. Or a Curaga, but that sounded too optimistic for the way his luck tended to run.

(Had his luck always been this bad? Sure, he had some misfortune as a kid, but what about during his time as a SOLDIER? Barrett had a point: shouldn't he be able to remember?)

"Hey, you okay, bro?" Wedge crouched next to him with a worried frown. "You don't look so good."

"'M fine," Cloud growled.

The second he let on that he was still poisoned, they'd probably drop him. And then he could say goodbye to any chance of getting paid.

"Barrett, something's wrong with Cloud!" Wedge called over his shoulder, "He didn't even tell me to stop calling him bro!"

Barrett looked equal parts irate and sheepish -- decidedly unsettling in combination on his face.

He stomped over and squatted in front of Cloud to glare at him.

"What's wrong with you, merc?" he demanded.

"Nothing." Cloud rolled his eyes and shoved down the wave of nausea that produced with gritted teeth. "You've never seen someone sit down before?"

"You let that thing sting you, didn't you?"

With a jerk, Cloud stood upright. For a moment, the world tipped on its side.

He was grateful that he hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. If he'd had anything in his apartment worth eating, it all would've made an encore appearance as he tried to keep his footing.

The humiliating levels of concern on the AVALANCHE members' faces -- even Barrett -- made it clear that he wasn't going to be able to fool them.

"So do you normally try to distract people during monster fights?" he asked Barrett pointedly, "or am I just special?"

Jessie snickered. "Oooooo," she sang, "Tifa's gonna kick your butt, Barrett!"

"Knock it off," Barrett fired back, but secretly he agreed.

The middle of a fight with four grashshrikes really wasn't the place to be interrogating the kid about Shinra policies, he did know that. But the surly mercenary's penchant for brushing him off with "how should I know?" type answers was grating on his nerves. All things considered, retorting "what, you don't remember?" shouldn't have been that big of a deal -- at least, it wouldn't have been for one of his team. But Cloud wasn't one of them. And something about Barrett's irritable comment had made him literally stumble mid swing, allowing an opportunistic grashshrike an opening to sting him in the side.

And unfortunately, what with how Tifa felt about her home -- the one Shinra destroyed -- Barrett suspected that saying Cloud was responsible for his own injuries wouldn't pass muster with the formidable Miss Lockhart. And anyway, regardless of how Barrett felt about the merc, he was Tifa's friend -- Ancients only knew why. The kid had lost enough for one lifetime. No reason to add her friend to that list.

"Well at least that was the last of 'em," he grunted, then he heaved himself upright and dusted off his knees.

"Jessie, Wedge, you go turn that job in and collect the pay. We'll meet you at the 7th Heaven to divide it."

He waved his machine-gun hand at Biggs.

"C'mere, you're making sure Junior here doesn't drop dead on the way home."

Cloud didn't mind Biggs, not really. But with the way his head was pounding, and his shirt felt like sandpaper against his chest, the idea of anyone "helping" him was both unappealing and embarrassing.

"Don't touch me," he snapped, pulling away quickly.

That was a mistake, as it turned out. The world started spinning again, and having an empty stomach didn't seem to matter after all as bile ejected from his mouth.

"Eesh." Wedge scrambled back. "You know what you need?"

"Five minutes' peace without all of you running around like broody chocobos?" Cloud asked dryly. This was ignored.

"You need a gingerbeer and salted crackers," Wedge said sagely. "Once that poison's cured, anyway."

"Leave me alone," Cloud groaned.

(Don't leave me alone! I don't want to be alone!)

"Just give me a Cure and I'll be fine."

"You need a Cura, idiot," Barrett chided him, without the usual bite. "We've got one at the bar."

Without a second of hesitation, the big man threw one of Cloud's arms over his shoulders and began walking. Cloud struggled to extricate himself from Barrett's grip, but doing so just made the nausea worse.

"I can walk!" he insisted.

"Like a drunken moogle, sure," Barrett snorted. "Listen kid, Tifa will have my head if I let you go back to work in this condition. You're lucky she wasn't there to see that, or we'd both be dead men. We're goin' home."

Cloud bared gritted teeth. "I'm going to throw up on you," he threatened.

Barrett just tightened his grip and rolled his eyes.

"Like I've never been puked on before?"

On Cloud's other side, Biggs gave him a weird look, and Barrett harrumphed a little.

"My daughter, knucklehead. You never burped a baby at Leaf House?"

"Ohhhh, gotcha." Biggs looked chagrined. "Kinda thought you meant bar patrons or something."

"You honestly think Tifa would let somebody get that drunk in my bar?" Barrett shook his head almost grimly. "Who needs a bouncer when you've got her?"

Cloud wasn't sure how they got from the edge of the slums to a ratty fold-out couch in the AVALANCHE headquarters after that, honestly, but at some point Biggs deposited a Cura on his chest with strict instructions to "play nice".

Cloud had been more confused about the direction than his sudden change in location...until he turned his head and found four year old Marlene wearing a children's Mage costume, holding a toy Bouncy Materia.

Bouncy Materia? That was a thing?

"I," said Marlene with all the solemnity a preschooler could muster, "am a mage. I'm gonna heal ya. Say aaaaahhhh."

Cloud blinked at the tiny figure incredulously. "....what?"

"Say aahhh!" Marlene repeated. "Daddy said to make sure you didn't get outta bed while he makes us lunch. Biggs said you had a tummyache, so I gotta make sure you don't have a bad sick like the flu."

"....how're you going to tell that by looking at my throat?" Cloud croaked.

The little girl shrugged. "I dunno, that's what the doctor does! She looks in my throat and then she knows why I feel sick."

Cloud pondered this.

"Well," he said at last, "I don't know enough about doctors to prove you wrong. Carry on, I guess."

He began to regret that when the sparkly stickers shaped like bandages came out.

All six sheets of them.

[mintytealfox]

Hey, so I kinda have this small concept/AU since highschool and I wanna throw it at you.

So, basically in this universe not only are the Greek gods real, they also interact with mortals more. Here the three Virgin goddesses Artemis, Athena, Hestia got together and built this institution called "The Elysium of Virginity" (real original IK) where people can go to live and swear off either sexual relationships. And while this is nice for the Aces and all, a lot of the time it has been used by overprotective parents and such to keep their loved ones from having a healthy love life.

Back to topic : So basically we have Nortalice being a cute couple and Orpheus just isn't having it. Dude tried almost everything to break em up but it didn't work, so as a last desperate F you to Norton (and a super unintentional dick move to Alice) Orpheus just signs her up for the Elysium. Obvs godly contract didn't stop Nortalice from being together, and bonus point, the three V's know all about it and are literally helping them while discussing ways to deal with Orpheus that doesn't involve murder and brainwashing and shit.

(For more info I kinda made a post about it : https://www.tumblr.com/feministqu33n/695561682345426944/what-if?source=share)

(edit: oh my goossh I thought I had already finished responding and posted it but ITS JUST BEEN SITTING HERE IN MY DRAFTS WHAT THEEEEEEE MY BAD LOOOOL)

OOOOOOOOOO 👀 Love me some good greek lore/gods stuuuufffsssssss 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👀👀👀👀

But oooooohhh this is fascinating

I love that so many gods will be getting involved LOOOOL I can even see Norton being like 'eeyyyyyy Hadessssss buddy ol paaallllll, yeeaaaaaaaa, I've got a situation', with Hades also being the god of hidden wealth and all, I can see Norton trying to gain favor with him for most his life cause of that. (and would also make most people wary of him cause oooooo boi bro is trying to get close with the SCARY god of the underworld?? lol)

*crowd of people harassing Norton about trying to gain favor with Hades* Norton: "he is actually way chill--" -he is telling the truth lol- *the crowd FLEEING the scene fearing Norton about to be struck down for being so informal LOL* Norton: "finally peace and quiet"

but that would definitely add to the 'ALICE you CANNOT be with T H A T GUY"

but that is probably part of what drew her to him in the first place LOL The only person that wants to enter his world and stick around, that actually shows a genuine care for him then Norton being able to appease her curiosity and take her places no one else would dare to venture to. Cause 'as long as you don't mess with the dead you're gonna be just fine' lol two peas in a pod doing their own things together, growing closer as time passes

only to then be ripped apart like thaaaaat 😭

BUT maaaan in the end I can see them being their own constellations together with no more interference from mortal or immortal parties ahhhh

😭😭😭😭 gooooossshhhhhhhhhhhh I love GREEk LORE STUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[davidkendall]

I've ranted about this elsewhere, but I wanted to share the rant here, too.

Pictured is a Getzen trumpet. My Getzen trumpet, from my high school and college trumpet-playing days (along with all the mutes that went with it). To be fair, I haven't played it in decades. And, to be fair, I had left it in what I thought was the relative safety of my ex's attic. I have bins of stuff of hers; she had some stuff of mine. On Saturday, we finally orchestrated a long-sought-after (by me) exchange of stuff. While she had mentioned that there had been a leak in the roof several years back, she did not mention that the trumpet case had been soaked, and that she had never done anything - like, anything - to dry it out. So, my trumpet has been sitting in a soggy case for, literally, years. I mean, the case was still very heavy from water just sitting in it. As you can see, it did not hold up well to that.

As I said, I haven't played in years. But, that trumpet does have a soft spot in my heart. My dad bought it for me, back in the day, when it became apparent that I was a more than decent high-school trumpet player. Everyone else was getting a Bach; I got a silver Getzen; not only was it unique, but it was the same kind Doc Severinsen of the Tonight Show played. And when I showed up in school with it, it got a lot of "oooooos" and "ahhhs". (I've done some research over the weekend; it was (and is) a very good horn and I'm sure my dad spent a pretty penny on it, back in the day.)

But what really bugs me is that it just sat, in a wet case, for years. No care or consideration for it, at all. I mean, it's clear that it was never even opened after it got wet; it just sat in a soggy case. And in the meantime, I stored all of her stuff safely, in secure, water-proof bins, and I delivered those bins of pristine condition. Meanwhile, I get this. (There was another bin of computer programs and paperwork, also destroyed by water. All trashed now.)

Fortunately, a local music store specializes in instrument clean-up and restoration. I took the trumpet there today and the young woman in charge of fixing instruments assured me the horn was salvageable. It'll take some work, and about $350, but it's worth it to me. First of all, my dad got this for me, so there's a sentimental value to it. And, once I'm gone, someone can get something for the trumpet, because, in good shape, it's worth a lot more than $350.

But I'll never understand why people can't take care of things entrusted to them.

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

📀

Send me a 📀 for a recent(ish) memory from my muse

“Ahem, excuse me, I need to speak with one, ah, ‘tree mommy,’ please?” A woman dressed head-to-toe in the brightest orange Brandy had ever seen leaned over the desk Brandy had set herself up at. Brandy threw a pencil at her.

“Fuck outta here Mark, I’m on lunch,” Brandy said to the woman who served as Tagtree Thicket’s operator, and whose name was definitely ‘Maryk’ and not ‘Mark’. 

“Wha- ow! Meanie! This is workplace harassment.” Maryk flinched as the pencil hit her, accidentally knocking it into her hair where it immediately got stuck in her dark curls. “Oooooo, now it’s all stuckies. I’m telling Joel.”

“Go for it, tell Joel. I’ll stick a pencil in his hair too. I’m unstoppable.” 

Maryk huffed at this, trying to work the pencil out of her hair without teasing out too much frizz. “Fine. I guess I’ll tell him that your little Rox has been late starting patrol 3 days running too. Since you apparently don’t care.”

“Uggggh.” Brandy leaned back in her chair, a hand placed dramatically over her eyes. “Maryk no, I really don’t feel like arguing with Rox right now.”

Rox was one of the newer rangers on Brandy’s team of area rangers that helped her take care of Tagtree Thicket. She was also the most contrarian person Brandy had ever met. Every order, every rule, every piece of advice was always and immediately questioned. Which was something that Brandy liked, hell it was a quality Brandy was quite proud to have in common with Rox. But being questioned day in and day out on every little thing did, as it turned out, get exhausting. 

“I mean like girl. I get it. Question authority, absolutely. But every time she’s questioned me on something I’ve given her a good reason for it. I don’t tell them to do anything if there isn’t a good reason for it. I tell them when the reason is just ‘because Joel will get mad’ and I tell them why ‘Joel getting mad’ is something they want to avoid. I have been so open and honest every single day - have I not earned any trust from this girl?”

Maryk just shrugged, still attempting to gently twist the pencil out of her hair. “I don’t know. Has Joel earned any trust from you?”

“Yes.” 

“Really?” Maryk raised an eyebrow. “Or have you just run out of things to question him on?”

“I- hm.” Brandy paused to consider this. “I guess you’re right. I just know everything now.” 

The operator rolled her eyes, finally freeing the pencil from her hair and tossing it back. “Uh huh. Well, you are a field ranger supervisor. It’s literally your job to share that knowledge. Rox is just being extra efficient about it.” 

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it.” Brandy sighed, and pushed herself up from the desk. “Guess I’ll go talk to her. Thanks for the tip, narc.”

“You are so welcome, tree mommy.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

“Oi, Rox. It’s 10:15. Pretty sure you were supposed to be out in the bush 15 minutes ago.” Rox was sitting in the staff area, feet curled up onto the brown, leather couch and phone in hand. She looked to be no older than 17, with dark hair and eyes and a misdreavus floating beside her. Brandy limped over to the young ranger in question. They noted, with slight amusement, that Rox was in fact fully in uniform and geared up, suggesting that her tardiness was just her latest way to test boundaries. 

Rox’s stubborn glare and crossed arms seemed to confirm this. “So? It’s a few minutes, what difference does it make?”

“It makes a difference in two ways, newbie.” Brandy lowered themself into a nearby chair. “One, if something happens in that forest while you’re on patrol and you aren’t there to fix it, that becomes your mistake. From the time patrol starts to the time it ends, that forest is your responsibility, and you’re culpable for anything that happens in it for that time. If you’re an area ranger and you aren’t ranging your area during your designated range time, and something goes down, it’s gonna be your ass on the line.”

“Well, that’s my risk to take.” She responded, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced.

“Yeah, but I can’t imagine you took this job to take risks. I can tell you for sure that we didn’t hire you to take risks. Personally, I’m gonna be pretty peeved with you if some nutjob with a lighter pulls some shit while you’re supposed to be out there guarding that forest.”

Rox tilted her head, acquiescing the point. “Still-”

“Hold that thought for a mo’, there’s a second point here.” Brandy cut off whatever argument Rox was about to muster. “When you start your patrol late, it screws up everyone else’s shifts. It should take the full two hours to patrol the entire forest properly, and whoever is scheduled after you can’t start their patrol until you come back and give your patrol summary. If you start late, you’re gonna end late. And if you end late, the person after you is gonna also start late. And that’s rude as hell to your teammates. You don’t know what kind of plans or appointments they have scheduled after their shift.”

Rox pursed her lips at this. As combative as she was, Brandy would not have agreed to put Rox on her team if she wasn’t the kind of person who cared about her teammates. “Well, what if I’m on the last shift of the day?”

Brandy shrugged at this. “If you’re on the last shift and you start a few minutes late, I honestly won’t give a shit. 15 minutes is pushing it though, a lot can happen in 15 minutes.” Brandy paused, a thought occurring to her. “Joel might be annoyed though, for the first reason I gave you. And he’ll know when your patrol starts, he memorizes the shifts when we send them in for approval.”

“Alright, I guess that makes sense.” 

“Girl, everything I tell you to do makes sense.” 

“Yeah, once you explain it.” Rox pushed up from the couch, giving Brandy a lazy two finger salute. “Well, I’m off then. Thanks for the talk.”

“No problem, Rox,” Brandy said, leaning back into the sofa. “Always a pleasure convincing you to do your job.”

[kidgetrash]

Monsters And Mana 2 - Save The World, Get The Girl - Chapter 5

Character:  Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt, Lance McClain, Hunk Garrett, Shirogane Takashi, Coran, Princess Allura, Matt Holt

Pairings:  Keith/Pidge

Warnings!:  This is going to be one looooonnnggg fic! I think? So far I'm barely into the plot and I have four chapters, so let's see how far we go! I'll add warnings as they come up!

Summary: It's Pidge's turn!

‘Is it my turn now?’  Pidge asked as everyone reviewed the new equipment lists Coran had sent to their datapads.  ‘And is Matt coming back?’

‘Matt will come back when he can.  He has meetings all day.  And what do you mean, your turn?’  Coran looked at her with bemusement.

‘I mean, what am I doing while these guys are getting ready to head out to the wastelands?  I want to see if I can escape.’

‘Oh, you sweet child,’  Coran tried to pat her on the head but she leaned almost all the way into Keith’s lap to avoid it.  ‘You don’t do anything until they find you, if they do at all.’

Pidge narrowed her eyes at him.  ‘I am not just sitting here and waiting to be rescued.’

‘Of course you are!  That’s what princesses do!’

‘Excuse me, what?’  Allura asked indignantly, she was now glaring at Coran too and he wasn’t quite sure what to do.

‘Er, I didn’t mean you, Princess, I meant other princesses, not that all princesses are helpless…’

‘Then why do I have to be helpless?’  Pidge asked.

‘It’s for the story!  You don’t have any way of getting out, so…’

‘Actually I do.  Where am I being held?  What’s the room like?’

‘Erm…’  Coran quickly scrolled through his data.  He wasn’t expecting to get to this point until later, like if and when she was rescued.  ‘You’re being kept in an old abandoned siege tower.’

‘Upstairs or down?  How secure is it?  How many guards?’

‘Upstairs.  You’re being held in a secure room on the very top floor.  You have basic furniture, a chair and table, some blankets, and there is a fireplace that has been grated off.  It’s incredibly cold, you can see your breath quite clearly, and because of that it’s very difficult for you to do much more than shiver in your princess garments.’

‘Just as well I’m wearing leather armour under my dress then.’  She showed him her datapad and one of the changes she had made to her equipment.

‘You can’t just…’

‘I can, unless you want me to literally flush your research.’

‘Oooooo.’  Lance leaned forward on the table at the two of them yet again going toe to toe.  It wasn’t something you saw very often which made it all the more interesting.

‘Alright, fine, you’re not incapable due to the cold, but there are at least four burly guards that you saw on the way in here that are at least twice the size of you.’  Coran sat back with his arms crossed as though he had finally beaten her, but everyone around the table knew Pidge had to have something else up her sleeve.

‘I don’t care, I’m useless to them dead, so that works to my advantage.  Which looks weaker, the table or the chair?’

‘Well, the chair is little more than a stool with a plank nailed to the back of it…wait, why do you ask?’

‘I want to smash the chair.’

‘This just keeps getting better!’  Lance grinned at everyone else, who were just as raptly watching the scene before them.

‘I can’t give away any more information about your situation in front of the rescue party!’  Coran argued.  ‘It might give away vital plot points!’

‘Like she’s being held in a siege tower?’  Shiro suggested, and Coran’s brows shot up as he realised he already had.

‘See?’

‘Fine.’  Pidge slid back her sleeve and tapped on her wrist computer.  In seconds a large soundproof dome-like shield had encompassed the two.  ‘Now you can speak freely, they can’t hear us.

‘You’re certain?’  Coran side-eyed her skeptically.

‘Of course I’m certain.’

‘All the same…’  He turned towards the table.

‘Wow, that new shielding she was working on really works.’  Hunk remarked as Coran yelled mutely at the shields, Pidge covering her ears in a futile bid to not have her eardrums blown out.

‘What do you think he’s saying?’  Allura leant her chin on her palm, her elbow on the table.

‘I can lip read a little.’  Lance bragged.  ‘Let me see…’

‘Good grief, what the hell was all that?!’  Pidge asked as Coran seemed satisfied and sat back down.

‘Well, I just threw in a large amount of insults and curse words and told them that was what you thought of them.  Some of them were very crude and in ancient tongues I don’t think even Allura knows.’

‘You told them what?’

‘You don’t have to worry, your shield worked and they heard nothing.  So, what are you going to do in your little cell?’

‘I still want to smash the chair.’

‘Alright then, Princess Quieta, try and smash the chair.  Roll for it.’

Pidge rolled a dice.

‘I think,’ Lance began, ‘she’s taking on the guards.  It looked like Coran said she needed an eight.’

‘Looks like she got it.’  Keith smiled proudly as Pidge gave a small fist pump.

‘Nah, that dice was four sided, it can’t have been an eight.’  Hunk looked at Lance.

‘Maybe they doubled it?’

‘Fine, you broke the chair.  How you get that high a modifier?’  Coran tried to peek at her datapad that she moved away.

‘Mixed martial arts.  One of my five approved changes.’

‘What else did you change?’

‘You’ll see as we go along.’  Pidge smirked.  ‘Now, tell me about the windows in here.’

Chapter 4

Masterlist

[agentofanarchy110]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

Yes with dad, no with mum

the only boyfriend I ever had, who incidentally is a dickhead

I regret many things, chiefly falling for my ex lololol

oh definitely

single Pringle couldn’t care less about the mingle

i don’t

Mini pancake

used to be on a netball team despite being 5”2

always and forever I don’t even like long nails (sensory autistic thing I hate it if I make a fist and they dig in)

Oooooo don’t actually remember but most memorable was I hit someone around the face when I was 12 for calling me retarded (got detention but so worth it) NO NOT REALLY DONT HIT PEOPLE KIDS

wish I did (demiromantic asexual I’m doomed)

no but I’ve stayed up for 36

no, pretty mild feelings here

I miss my cat who died an awful and undeserved death earlier this year

I have two new cat bois

anxious, bored, tired but not that bad

I’ve never made out with anyone let alone in a bathroom

yes, but only if they get too close

hell yes who wouldn’t

nowhere. I haven’t.

sit in bed doing nothing all day watching YouTube hopefully

I genuinely have no idea. If I do, probably only one, or twins, cause I don’t want to go through every stage twice. They’d be adopted

no, but I’d like ear piercings some day if I can learn not to pick scabs

English and Film Studies!

my evil ex boyfriend who I’m toxically attached to but finally managed to get over once we met again after a long time and it’s all fine and platonic now

chocolate mousse

yes, and then he went and broke it back ten times worse. Twice.

not as far as I know we were pretty loyal till we broke up

probably

being reminded of my abandonment and neglect issues right now

not romantically

Dark violet

fuck yes (refer to the above)

actually getting to enter a Warriors MAP (I dunno I’m a sad nerd ok)

My dad

yes. And third. And fourth. And fifth. And so on. I apologise even when I’m not the one in the wrong just to get the conflict over with.

forgive

no but it isn’t the worst /hmmm not sure actually maybe?

18 years old and still waiting my dude (almost, birthday in November)

no why the fuck would I do that

The questions in the forties are skipped so this is actually 50 )red velvet cake (no literally it’s not just an ace thing)

52. I’m agnostic, I don’t know. But if everything happens for a reason it’s probably spite because the universe sure does love to screw me over

53. …

54. only if the person you’re with is genuinely a bad person or abusive, but I believe it’s the better option to just break up with them if it doesn’t mean they’ll harm you

55. No, but I can have mean thoughts about peopls

56. Technically no one because no one ever hit back (I swear I’m not a maniac I had issues as tweenager)

57. Yes, but it’s bloody hard to find.

58. Mild. I hate weather in general cause I’m really temperature sensitive

59. yes but not when my boots are frozen to my feet lololol (that actually happened when the Beast from the East came) (it’s a Britain thing)

60. maybe? Doesn’t seem like a NECESSARY aspect but it’d be nice

61. no tbh it’s freaking creepy unless ironic then it’s funny (ace vibes fr fr lol)

62. My hyperfixations. Reading Radioapple fanfic like I need it to survive. Cats. Animals. Books and TV

63. Jokes on you I already have lol

64. I…never kissed anyone… (#allo assumptions lmfao)

65. Ask them more about it before I enter into any kind of relationship. Would try it out, but back out immediately if it wasn’t for me

66. Depends what you consider “the opposite sex” (I’m bio female but non binary/gender fluid)

67. My mate AJ (not on Tumblr)

68. Another friend irl

69 (hehe I’m immature) . Uhhhhh maybe I dunno

70. I’m a coward so no probably, sorry about that

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[shenzuns]

every day Kaya gives me so much good content

[charmed-asylum]

Before I start let’s just start by saying Roo ROO rooo!! Idk if u read these u probably do u probably have a good ass laugh about these but I too am hurt like our reader folks don’t believe me when I say your shit never level how much of a cold burn I too feel spitting out my tea and sobbing rn. This was oooo weee smh this gonna have me second guess my sanity for 10 times today and I told myself I can only do that twice a day. Gonna have me on the corner by the river alone with some sad ass 80s sad ballad playing in background as I look into the darkness. Oooooo girl u done broke me. Idk can you go on disability bc a story fuck u up mentally and physically bc this done do that shit.

Okay now as I set that there let’s dive in huh let be real I’m gonna spoil the shit out this chapter but hey that ^^ was my warning so pew pew let’s work

I should of know smh I should of know from way he was calm at end of that chapter I told u he new territory okay and girl I should of kept that in mind bc way shit went down. I’m pushing tables back going wow.

Like fact this man sitting there cool as a cup of ice right now is like hold the fuck x 2 up hello that’s the cops why ain’t you leaving . Next up is reality mix with girl u sure this is made up. Sad factor is this a woman now in days are face w so much. Like I was happy okay thank god oh thank god we got some cops. Like lock his ass up I said lock his ass up heeeeey ohhh wait this is a Roo story and shit never that simple

This here this is what had me this right here had me become a new meme of sorts bc my fucking face my face my reaction was priceless if life was a tv show. Let’s I mean we gotta do this like this sentence by sentence. ( sentence 1/2)HIS TONE BODY LANGUAGE DEMEANOR EVERYTHING LIKE MY GOD WHAT (sentence 2) again I mean let’s be realistic if we all came in never saw read or know or heard anything and saw this we all know we thinking this is a normal day in the fuckin hell neighborhood. ( sentence 3) ONCE I HEARD THEIR NAMES I WAS DONE I KNEW IT I KNEW IT 1st you gonna toss cafe owner Curtis now these two lord god ( DOS) like not these two okay if it was mmm Steve alone we have a chance but Lee and this ain’t even sherif Lee so this is the I’m old chubby and still stuck in where I am Lee damn god ( sentence 4) AGAIN YOO NO I AND WHAT. This man got me even second guessing myself like hold up. ( last part5) AHHHH I KNEW IT SHIT THIS MAN LORD MMM MM MMMMMMMMM NO HE DIDNT YES THAT SON OF A LEE ANN BILLY BOB HILL BILLY COUNTRY HEEE HAAA LIKE REALLY REALLY AND AGAIN HE CALM AF oh I’m mad bc Chris E is sexy ass man and I’m just imagining him shirtless drinking coffee like it’s a normal day even as sleazy mother fucker and he just like oh yeah my girlfriend like this bc she SICKKKKK AND HAS TO TAKE MEDS DAMN DID I SAY IT

NOOOOO THE OH LAWRD ( falls out pretend chair) he didn’t he and no he didn’t girl ( clap hands and roll my eyes) THE wooo is me shit smh no he didn’t. This man is ( I’m just nope) he literally is next level and he just shit. Then the end omg way he switch on her ahhhh lord ( falls again after getting back up) noooo he didn’t did he really burn her like wtf 😳 I’m so and I just can’t. I’m nope NOOOOPE

I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, dry humping, violence, threats, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Pete doesn’t get up. You look between him and the archway of the kitchen. You move cautiously into the entryway and near the door. You flip the latch back and open it to the two officers on the other side. 

“Uh, hello,” you greet dumbly.

“We got a call from this unit about an intruder,” the taller one says.

“Yes, yes, he’s in my kitchen,” you sigh, “please, you have to make him leave–”

“Ma’am, does he have a weapon?” The officer asks.

“I…” your eyes round, “I don’t think so. But there’s knives in there.”

“Please, step back, ma’am,” the second officer orders curtly.

You do as they say. Thank god. They’re going to drag that maniac out of here in cuffs. You point through the archway and fade into the plaster. They enter and go into the kitchen.

“Sir,” the first officer greets, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you hear a clink as Pete answers casually.

You cross the hall and peek into the kitchen. He stands at the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the still brewing carafe. Alright, you can see how this appears less than insidious.

“I’m Officer Bodecker, this is Officer Rogers,” the first cop introduces himself, “we got a call about a break-in. Is it alright if we look around?”

“Sure,” Pete shrugs, “as long as I get my coffee. You want some?”

“No, wait, it’s him,” you race forward and throw your hand out, pointing accusingly, “he broke in last night.”

“I’m so sorry, officers,” Pete turns and grips the knot at the top of the towel, “I haven’t had a chance to get dressed. My girlfriend has an appointment today,” he points to the fridge calendar, “she’s on a lot of meds and she gets like this. You can check the cupboard.”

“N-no, no, I’m not lying. This guy, I don’t know him–”

“Really, I’m so embarrassed,” Pete talks over you, “I was in the shower when she called. It’s been rough. She’s under a lot of stress. And her treatments are so expensive–”

“Shut up!” You cry out, “please, please, don’t listen to him.” You step between the officers and turn on them, “can you please just get him out?”

“Christ,” the pudgier officer, Bodecker rolls his eyes and looks at the other. They exchange a scoff and shake their heads, “look, ma’am, a false report is not something we take lightly.”

“Another fine,” Pete mutters, “I’ll have to pick up some hours again–”

“Well, we can leave it be just this one time,” Rogers offers, “considering… we’re not entirely heartless, you know?”

“I swear, this isn’t–”

Pete startles you as he steps up and puts his arm over your shoulders, “shush, honey, it’s okay. Just calm down.”

You tremble as your head spins. How do they believe him? They need to listen to you. This is your apartment. He doesn’t belong here.

“No, n–”

“Look, it’s so nice of you to let it go,” Pete continues, “I’m really sorry you came all the way out here. This is so embarrassing. I’ll take care of her. She won’t bother you again.”

“Make sure of it,” Bodecker tuts.

“Please, officers,” your voice cracks.

“Let’s go, we’re just upsetting her,” Rogers grumbles, “ma’am, I hope you feel better.”

The officers turn and you go to follow them. Pete grabs the back of your neck and pinches, keeping you in place. You hiss and he shushes you as the police file out the front door. As the door shuts, he turns his head and leans in.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” He growls.

“Ow, let go– get off of me! Get out of my apartment! Get out of my life–” You twist away and try to shove him off. He keeps his hand on you, his other coming up to your throat as he backs you against the counter.

“I’m going to have to teach you a real lesson. Last night… that was nothing. You’ve really done it now,” he pushes until you bend backwards. He grabs the coffee pot off the machine and holds it close to your cheek so you can feel the heat, “you think anyone will want you with that pretty face all marked up?”

“Stop,” you beg, grasping at his wrist.

“We coulda been nice, sweetheart. I was being real fucking nice. I’m just trying to take care of you,” he moves the pot and tips it over your chest. It splashes onto your skin and scalds down beneath your shirt. “You need to stop being so goddamn careless.”

He flips it straight and slams it back down. You whine and whimper as your nails drag down his arm. He lets you go and you fold onto the floor. He grabs his cup of coffee and stomps back to the table.

“Too bad you won’t make it to your appointment, sweetheart.”

“Please, I can’t–”

“Shoulda thought of that first,” he sits and slurps his coffee loudly, “I wanna take care of you, but you gotta let me.”

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Okay, just due to that blessed art you posted of Antonio and Bruno being adorable, I gotta know do you have any personal headcanons for them you would like to share?

Oooooo do I! I'm honestly so glad you asked me this because I had been thinking about some for a minute, but just never thought to post them since drawing was my number one focus BUT

Here they are!

Bruno and Antonio are obviously inseparable. Bruno didn't get to interact with him as he was growing up (for reasons we already know), so once he came out of the walls, Bruno made it a thing to get intentional one-on-one time with his youngest sobrino.

Whenever Antonio gets in trouble about anything, Bruno always comes to the rescue. Pepa would be in the middle of getting on him about something, and here comes Bruno like "wait, wait wait, hold on Pepa.." At that point, Pepa diverts the reprimanding to Bruno. Then Bruno just grabs Antonio and runs away, every single time. She never chases them because she knows she can't outrun them lmao

Bruno naps a lot. Wherever he's napping, Antonio is too. Pepa and Felix love this because they don't have to make an effort to make him nap lol

Antonio thinks it's hilarious that Bruno is scared of Parce. So he always makes it a thing to tell Parce to purposely tease and play with Bruno in an effort to get him to warm up to him.

Bruno is constantly asking Antonio about the rats' opinions of him. The rats absolutely adore him of course.

I feel like Antonio is the type of kid that LOVES to be spun and thrown around everywhere, so I could totally see Bruno grabbing him by the arms and just swinging him in circles until they both fall over and laugh in pain. They both have hella bruises from falling all the time

Antonio is always asking Bruno questions about literally any and everything he can think of. Bruno's always happy to answer what he can but then finds himself changing the subject when it gets to be too much lol "OH look at that, is that a leaf? Let's talk about leaves now, eh?"

They both count on their fingers. Mental math is not a thing for either one of them lol

They do drawing swaps all the time. Oh you drew this? Here, look at this. Gimme this, you take this

They love playing cards together. Antonio is surprisingly good at card games and beats Bruno a lot.

Antonio likes to sit next to Bruno at the table, breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Bruno always sneaks him and Antonio extra snacks and desserts-- they both have a vicious sweet tooth

They both made a special handshake with each other. It's super complex and no one can replicate it (it took them like 2 weeks to memorize and execute it correctly, and they still mess it up sometimes lol)

Okay I can't think of anymore at the moment and some of these might be pretty basic but I hope you like them!