#come on angie you're pissing me off

[weremustelidae]

why do none of the places in Septimus Heap have names

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie Morningstar, actual princess of hell, sitting very stiff and straight and awkward on the throne of hell during a Formal Thing, looking very Uncomfy about it... until....

Vaggie: "Are you guys all blind? She's gorgeous up there."

Angel Dust: "No surprises YOU'D like seein' her all stiff."

Vaggie: "Fuck off. She looks dignified. Formal-"

Alastor: "Tense?"

Niffty: "Like rigger mortis!"

Cherri Bomb: "Like she's sitting on TNT."

Angel Dust: "Stiffer than a porn star tryn'a pay rent."

Husk: "I can hear her fucking teeth grinding through that forced grin."

Vaggie: "Alright, she's a bit nervous sitting on the throne of hell for the first time, filling in for the absent queen mom and the shut in king dad. So what."

Alastor: "It is becoming SLIGHTLY detrimental, ha ha!"

Vaggie: "You told her to sit still up there and look pretty. Look. She's sitting. She's pretty."

Angel Dust: "You're gay."

Vaggie: "Hi gay I'm her girlfriend."

Husk: (snorts)

Alastor: "I'm SURE she is ALL those things, my dear-"

Vaggie: "Touch me and the sleeve comes off with your arm in it."

Husk: (SNIGGERS)

Alastor: "-but she IS mainly meant to be inspiring CONFIDENCE in her ability to run hell as it's de-facto ruler!"

Vaggie: "And?"

Alastor: "Well it WOULD be nice if she could make the symbolic at of sitting on the throne of hell, in full view of what is MEANT to be HER royal court, seem just a BIT more, hrmm... NATURAL~"

Vaggie: "What the fuck does that mean. She's princess of Hell. However she sits on the dumb chair is natural."

Angel Dust: "Toots, she's third in line ruler of all Pride, an' she looks..."

Niffty: "WRETCHED!"

Husk: "Fucking pitiful."

Alastor: "Once again I shall go with TENSE."

Vaggie: "You want her to relax up there?"

Alastor: "I would rather say, it is VITAL that she does so~!"

Cherri Bomb: "No sweat. Someone give me a drink and I'll slip her a chill pill."

Vaggie: "No."

Angel Dust: "NO!"

Niffty: "I could try giving her acupuncture!"

Angel Dust: "Cherri, we've TALKED about this-"

Husk: "You fucking know how?"

Cherri Bomb: "-don't be sucha stick in the mud, Angie."

Niffty: "You PUNCTURE!"

Angel Dust: "I ain't being a stick in the mud! You-"

Husk: "Unholy shit stop giggling and give me that fucking knife-"

Cherri Bomb: "Yeah, and I wasn't gonna get her royal highness high for real. Just something to take off the edge-"

Angel Dust: "She's got no history with that stuff! She'd be a KITE!"

Vaggie: "Someone hold my drink."

Husk: "-and where the fuck are YOU going?"

Vaggie: "Gonna go help my girlfriend."

Angel Dust: "Whoa whoa wait toots- ya supposed to be lying LOW here, Vagisaurus! Ex-exorcist bitch, remember? Lot's a people here who'd like to KILL ya???"

Vaggie: "If anyone's pissed enough to run up the dais steps and try murdering the princess of hell's partner right in front of her then they deserve to get at least one hit on me. You guys have fun, stick together, don't get killed."

Husk: "Take your own fucking advice-"

Angel Dust: "-aaaand she's took off, right in front of EVERYBODY oh that's just GREAT."

Niffty: "Alastor? Do you want her to die..?"

Alastor: "Right now, dearest? Well! If it helps our princess put on more of a royal bearing, then I fail to see why she shouldn't!"

Cherri Bomb: "Dude."

-

Charlie: "-eighty-three million ducks on the wall, eighty-three million duuucks... take one down.... pass it around..."

Charlie: "-don't think about how easy mom made this look don't think about her seeing you up here and wondering where she went wrong and maybe she did and that's why she left don't think about it don't think-"

Charlie: "... eighty-two million nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ducks on the waaalllll-"

Vaggie: (swoops down) "Hey."

Charlie: "-oh thank HELL Vaggie! I was just getting-"

(gets smooched)

Charlie: "..."

Charlie: ".... hhh...hi..."

Vaggie: "This armrest taken?"

Charlie: "What armrest. Oh! The THRONE right um no I mean yes you can, or- or we could get you your own chair if you want-!"

Vaggie: "Thanks babe, this is good."

Charlie: "It's- it's close!"

Vaggie: "Nice being on eye level for once."

Charlie: "or kiss level."

Vaggie: "Hm?"

Charlie: "NO NOTHING. Ahem!" (using gf's thigh as armrest)

Charlie: "Sooo, how's the party going down there?"

Vaggie: "Typical. Niffty brought a knife."

Charlie: "A knife? Just one??"

Vaggie: "We'll see."

Charlie: "I... guess just a knife's not too bad-"

Vaggie: "Heavenly steel."

Charlie: "H- Did you confiscate-?"

Vaggie: "Husk's working on it. I had better things to do."

Charlie: "Oh." (drooping) "Better things right. Other things. Just checking in on me huh? Um, what is the other things that need doing?"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Charlie: "Shoot did I forget something?"

Vaggie: "You didn't-"

Charlie: "Something IMPORTANT?"

Vaggie: "Sweetie, you're things."

Charlie: "My things??"

Vaggie: "The things are you."

Charlie: "I'M things? What things- OH I'M THE-"

Charlie: "-I'm the things that need doing."

Vaggie: "Do you?"

Charlie: "N-not in public!"

Vaggie: "Guess you'll have to wait, then."

Charlie: "..."

Charlie: "You know, these are the only times I ever wonder about you maybe being a liiiittle itty bit evil."

Vaggie: "Punishment to fit the sin, babe. I've been having to look at you all evening."

Charlie: "I was WONDERING why your wings were showing!"

Vaggie: "You bring it out in me."

Charlie: "HEHEHEHEH."

Vaggie: "So now we're just gonna have to suffer together for the rest of the night."

Charlie: "That phrasing isn't helping."

Vaggie: "You playing with the hem of my skirt isn't helping."

Charlie: "YOU'RE the one almost sitting on my LAP."

Vaggie: "Emphasis on almost."

Charlie: (sigh) "I wish you were sitting on my lap..."

Vaggie: "You're basically melting into mine now, so there's that."

Charlie: "Your fault." (pouts) "Evil temptress of cuddles denied."

Vaggie: "Hellishly cute seductress."

Charlie: "Distracting tease."

Vaggie: "Speaking of distracting, think the whole room's looking this way now."

Charlie: "Can't blame them. You're lovely, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Charmer."

Charlie: "Beautiful~"

Random Sinner: (charges over) "Murdering EXORCIST! You-"

(FwooOOM HELLFIRE)

Demon Charlie: (SNARLS)

Random Sinner: "...."

Random Sinner: "..... your wings are.. very pretty."

Vaggie: "Thanks."

Demon Charlie: "ANY oThER WORDS?"

Random Sinner: "C-congratulations on the girlfriend, your highness!"

Charlie: (beaming) (sparkling) "Thank you!!"

Random Sinner: (slightly charred) (eases back into the crowd)

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "I know I know..." (huffs) "That was a bit-"

Vaggie: "Hot."

Charlie: "Oh hush." (smirks) (drapes herself over gf's lap again)

-

Alastor: "...Well!"

Angel Dust: "She sure ain't stiff anymore."

Alastor: "Quite so."

Husk: "She's fucking liquefying."

Alastor: "Hrmm..."

Angel Dust: "Liquid like lighter fluid. She ROASTED that guy."

Cherri Bomb: "Are we like, SURE no one slipped anything in her drink..?"

Niffty: "Do you see any DEAD BODIES around Vaggie!?"

Cherri Bomb: "Uh, no?"

Niffty: "Awww. Then no."

Husk: "My grip hasn't gone limp though- Niffty, stop trying to take back the fucking angel knife."

Niffty: "THERE AREN'T ANY CORPSES HERE AT LEAST LET ME HAVE THIS!!!"

Husk: "Fuck no! You'll make corpses!"

Niffty: "I KNOOOOW!!!"

Angel Dust: "Not tonight, Niff."

Niffty: (hanging limply off of knife handle) (sobbing)

Alastor: "Oh dearest don't CRY~" (pats niffty) "Come now- why don't we RELISH how the crowd shies back in FEAR from our DARLING hotel founder!"

Cherri Bomb: "Uhh, they might just be cringing back from all the glittery rainbows..?"

Niffty: (sniffling) "Cr- cringing's good..."

Husk: "She sure as fuck does look full of pride now."

Alastor: "Indeed! MOST satisfactory!"

Cherri Bomb: "Gay pride."

Angel Dust: "In her fucked up battle scarred heavenly wash out murder girlfriend who's giving her big soppy I'm-so-in-love looks."

Alastor: "Ah HA...! Close enough~"

[deadpresidents]

Thanks for being real today.

I get people wanting to be hopeful.

But I can't with "it will be okay" and "we will survive this."

It was not okay for Heather Heyer, Joseph Rosenbaum, Anthony Huber, Joyce Fienberg, Richard Gottfried, Rose Mallinger, Jerry Rabinowitz, Cecil & David Rosenthal, Bernice & Sylvan Simon, Daniel Stein, Melvin Wax, Irving Younger, Andre Anchondo, Jordan Anchondo, Arturo Benavides, Leonardo Campos, Angie Englisbee, Maria Flores, Raul Flores, Guillermo "Memo" Garcia, Jorge Calvillo García, Adolfo Cerros Hernández, Alexander Gerhard Hoffman, David Johnson, Luis Alfonzo Juarez, Maria Eugenia Legarreta Rothe, Maribel (Campos) Loya, Ivan Filiberto Manzano, Elsa Mendoza Marquez, Gloria Irma Márquez, Margie Reckard, Sara Esther Regalado Moriel, Javier Rodriguez, Teresa Sanchez, Juan Velazquez, or any of the other people killed by white supremacists whose actions were aided and abetted by the Trump presidency. These people did not survive. Not to mention all the people who haven't survived COVID, but might have if the Trump administration had taken timely action. Or the women who have died after being refused appropriate medical care because of the rapist and his buddies that Trump appointed decided with some weird pastor in the 1600 said was more important than the lives of actual living, breathing, human beings. Or the school children who would not have been shot to death if we had actual gun control laws in this country, a thing that would have been possible to achieve if Trump had lost in 2016.

Yeah, sure, the majority of us in the United States will probably survive. That's how statistics work. And if that's what somebody needs to hear in order to move forward, then I guess saying such things has a purpose. But it's looking pretty shitty for anybody living in Ukraine and to me, it comes across as disrespectful to the people whose lives have been lost in no small part thanks to what goes down in US elections.

I needed somebody today who would say not only that this is not okay, but this is *really* not okay.

Thanks for being that voice.

Thank you for this. I can't help but write what I feel, even if some of it hasn't been the most optimistic message to send. There is a reality that we need to come to terms with in order to find some way forward. I'm pissed off and I'm disgusted with this country, so I'm going to keep doing what I've been doing because it is therapeutic for me right now and I'm too old to go around punching and kicking people.

I do want to say that I'm also cognizant of the fact that some people just need some time to allow this reality to settle. I certainly don't want to add to the stress or darkness that some of us are feeling right now. There is no denying that this is fucking terrible, but we will regroup and find a way through it. It won't be easy and we're going to have to fight, but I don't want anybody to think that there is genuinely no hope. There's always something that we can do, even if it seems bleak.

If I'm writing something or somebody else is saying something that you're not ready to hear, it's okay to do what you need to do to remain healthy. These posts are going to be here whenever you might feel like reading them. You can and should step away from this if you just need a fucking break. It doesn't mean you're any less ready or willing to fight this battle than anybody else. Even if Trump and the rotten MAGA cult takes control of every lever of power, you can gain a personal victory by not allowing them to completely crush your faith in the future. You can be depressed and despair, but do not give up. Do not give them that power over you. We will find a way. We will get through this. We will figure out what it is that we need to do and who we need to back and how we need to attack, but taking care of your personal health and well-being is more immediately important than the bigger political battle or the next step in the resistance. Take care of yourselves first and we'll still be here and ready to eventually harness this anger and frustration and fucking disgust to defeat the MAGA movement and Trump's Christian nationalist personality cult.

The main thing, though, is that if you're really having a tough time in the immediate future, step away, take some time, go for a walk, read something that has absolutely nothing to do with Donald Trump or American politics (if you need suggestions, I always have book recommendations!), and regroup. Again, we'll get through this, and as goofy and weird and ridiculous as Tumblr can be at times, there's always a community of people on this site willing to listen and help each other when we're struggling. So, if you are having trouble getting to tomorrow, reach out because there are scores of people here who will help get there with you.

[bellysoupset]

Three fics from me in a day? More likely than you think!

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Jon wasn't surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night with the sound of retching.

Like clockwork, Leo's stress tanked his immunity and he got sick. Despite being sleepy and his whole body hurting thanks to all the flying around and his messed up sleep pattern, Jonah stumbled to the bathroom, nearly walking into the doorframe.

He poked his head in and sighed, Leo was hunched over the toilet, one arm wrapped around his stomach, the other one draped on the seat.

Before bed they had shared a ridiculously long shower, until they both felt like people again. Now, Leo's humid hair fell in front of his face, the very tips nearly reaching his mouth.

"Aw, Leo," Jonah groaned, walking in and crouching down, pulling back his boyfriend's hair. He planted a hand in the middle of Leo's back and cringed as he could feel the heat rolling off of him, "how long you've been here?"

"Uhm... Dunno," Leo spat in the clear water, unable to keep the drool in, "I don't feel well..."

"I know," Jon rubbed vigorously, snorting to himself as he realized he had missed even this. How stupidly in love was he that he missed rubbing Leo's back as he threw up?

Leo lurched forward with a deafening retch, but didn't bring up more than some acidic spit and he let out a moan, "I can feel it..." he pushed in his own stomach and Jonah cringed in sympathy as he heard a growl coming from the upset organ, a wet burp rolling out of Leo's lips, "ugh. Not coming."

"Come to bed," Jonah grabbed his shoulder to keep Leo from falling against the bathtub, "I'll bring a bin for you, but come to bed."

"Noo..." Leo's eyes squeezed and he gulped down, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Yeah, no shit, baby," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I don't want you in the cold bathroom ground, c'mon-" he wrapped an arm around Leo's chest, using all his force to pull him up. The blonde stumbled, nearly taking them both down, before he straightened up.

He braced against the sink to wash his clammy face and caught Jonah's eyes in the mirror, "you're clingy."

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that shit," Jonah smiled at him, appreciating the glimpse of his boyfriend's personality under all the nausea and heartbreak. Leo swished some water around in his mouth and spat it out, hanging over the bowl for a second as he took measured breaths.

"Yeah, all that shit," he pressed his stomach against the marble, forcing up a little UUrp and wrinkling his nose, "my body fucking hates me."

"Your body is exhausted," Jonah corrected him, planting a hand on Leo's forehead and pushing back his bangs, "and didn't stand a chance against the mighty European germs I brought home."

"UUhm..." Leo groaned, his stomach gurgling in the silent bathroom, "so you're to blame for this," he lifted up his head to glare at Jon in the mirror and Jonah frowned, feeling a stab of guilt.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm joking," Leo cut him off sharply, "I'll take a stomach bug to have you home, any day," he straightened up, "I'll need that bowl though."

Five minutes later they were in bed, Jonah had planted the promised bowl on the bedside table and Leo was draped over him like he wanted to melt their bodies together. His cheek was pressed to Jonah's chest and he kept muffling little sick burps against the man's shirt, but didn't pull back.

"How was Europe?" Leo asked after a minute of silence, while Jonah started petting his hair, fully hoping Leo's body would be able to just deal with the nausea on its own.

"Old," Jonah smiled, "same as its been for the past thousand of years."

"Oh c'mon, you want me to believe you weren't having a blast in Paris?" Leo groaned, "I know you love me, but give me a break-"

"No," Jon snorted, "it's not that, though I would have preferred to have you there. It's just I have been to most the places we visited, the fun part was spending time with Angie, not the tourism."

"She's too pissed you guys had to cut it short?" Leo sighed, sounding defeated and Jonah paused the hair petting in order to look at his face.

"She's worried and pissed she's in the dark, but not over cutting it short. Angie really likes you, baby, she was completely understanding," he ran his fingers over Leo's forehead, warm but not enough he should be worrying, "besides, we're gonna see her much more often."

"Uh?" Leo pulled back, in order to sit up, and Jonah frowned.

"Leo?"

"Give me the bowl," he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a little burp under his breath, "we're gonna see her more often...?"

"She's going to Massachusetts's College of Art," Jonah planted the bowl in his hands and moved a hand to support Leo's forehead in case he lurched forward, "so she's gonna be only 3 hours away from us, by car."

"Uhmm..." Leo's throat bobbed nervously and he let out another wet belch, "that's great-"

Jonah couldn't help but chuckle at the cognitive dissonance of their situation and Leo's words. He turned his head slightly not to look, but continued holding Leo's head, cringing as he heard another burp, this one turning frothy at the end and some liquid splashed in the bowl.

He could hear Leo panting, hyperventilating, and the noise of his throat working to try and swallow back a gag- He retched, loudly, and a lot more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah's own stomach turned and his mouth filled up with saliva, reflexive nausea washing over him. Thankfully his stomach was painfully empty, since he had ditched dinner in order to cuddle with Leo.

His boyfriend had stopped gagging, but hadn't moved from his hunched position, so Jonah gulped down and turned to look at him. In their half lit bedroom, illuminated solely by the bathroom light spilling out, Jonah couldn't make out the liquid inside the bowl, but could definitely see that Leo was milky white. His mouth was slightly open, jaw heavy with nausea, and he was clearly fighting another bout.

"Leo, just let it up, baby," Jonah sighed and Leo shook his head, back curling as he suppressed a heave. Jon frowned, knowing it was a losing battle and moved his arms around, so he could wrap his right one around Leo's waist and press his hand against the man's tummy. The minute his palm pressed against the top of Leo's belly, he let out a gurgling burp and more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah gagged, turning his face and pressing his mouth to his own shoulder trying not to hear or smell anything. The nearly three weeks away had been enough time for his tolerance to lower back again.

Leo groaned loudly when Jonah pressed on his belly once more, causing another pathetic wave of vomit to fall, his hand clumsily coming to grab Jonah's wrist and stop him, "eu-Urgh- enough," Leo groaned, interrupting himself with a gag, "hurts."

"Sorry," Jon eased his hold, kissing Leo's shoulder, "do you feel better?"

"No," the blonde breathed out slowly, trying to calm his body, "I- Stop touching me, just-" he shuffled in the bed, overwhelmed and Jonah pulled back, biting the inside of his cheek not to say anything. He wanted nothing more than to be all over Leo, but it wouldn't help at the moment.

He watched as Leo moved to rest against the headboard, still clutching the bowl, and closed his eyes, looking at the ceiling as his cheeks puffed out with slow breaths.

Jonah started peeling on his lip, ready to jump in case it looked Leo needed help. Instead the blonde only stayed quite like a wax statue for good five minutes, before leaning carefully over the bowl and gulping down, until a big burp came up.

Leo looked so spooked by it, that Jonah couldn't help but chuckle, "you good?"

"Oof, yeah," Leo cringed, "that was gross, sorry. I'm gonna go clean this out..."

"You think you can handle some tea?" Jonah got up as well and Leo made a squeamish face, but nodded.

"Peppermint."

"Alright," Jon stood up and leaned in without thinking, kissing the top of his head, and hesitated only once he was already half hugging the man, "sorry-"

"No, it's fine," Leo, who was still sitting down, buried his face against Jon's stomach, "you're so comfy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," then Leo pulled back with a small smirk, "but not as comfy as Luke, though."

"Oh god, fuck off, Wagner," Jonah glared at him, shoving Leo's head and jumping out of his hold to go make him tea. As he was stomping out the room though, he could hear Leo giggling as he went to the bathroom to clean up, and Jonah had to fight a smile of his own.

[fandomworld9728]

Oops... (Angel Dust/Lucifer)

(Requested by @buuteer) (AppleDust hidden relationship getting found out) (Hope this is okay. I wasn't really sure how to go about it and ran with this idea when it popped into my head)

(Warning! This takes place during episode 6 of Hazbin Hotel! So not only spoilers but trigger warning for Val being his usual dickhead, possessive, violent self!) (Also, protective Lucifer and Alastor as a bonus!)

"You forget who you're talking to. I own you."

The pink chains connecting Angel to the Overlord were yanked, pulling him close to him. "Yeah. You do. In the studio, and you can do anything you want to me in there, just like our deal says. But out here? I get to do what I want. So once again. Fuck off-"

Before Angel could finish, the moth demon had back handed him, sending him and Niffty to the floor. Mouth now bleeding. It had felt good to finally stand up to the man even with the repercussions. He wasn't about to let the creep mess with his friends. Especially not after what had happened that day with Charlie.

"Enjoy the rest of your night, bitch, because I'm going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow."

A flash of light bright light mixed with an eerie green filled the place, a summoning circle now between Angel Dust and Valentino to keep them separated. "What the fuck is this?"

Hushed whispers came from the sinners arounds them as Lucifer stepped out of the circle and walked slowly towards the moth demon, Alastor, who had accidentally got caught up in this, stayed put scanning over the people of the hotel. More importantly, over the two souls that he owned.

"That is a good question. What is all this?"

"Oh. Fuck. No, wait. Luci don't."

"Luci? Angel sweetie, have you been fucking our dear King and keeping it from me?"

Fuck. "Val listen-"

"Wow. You're that possessive that you need to know all of his clients when you never bothered to ask in the first place? That's how it started out and now it's much more than that. I've tried to stay out of this because that's what Angel wanted. However, this is the second time you've struck him since we've been together."

To say that Lucifer was pissed was an understatement. The day that Angel came to him after a long day of work to relieve some stress and was sporting a black eye, he was ready to go and teach that Overlord how to properly treat the souls under his care. But he was asked to stay out of it. Was reassured that Angel wanted to get out of this and handle it on his own. Lucifer only backed off when he was promised that the next time something like that or worse happened that he had permission to break the guy's face in.

"Ugh, I'm getting an ache in my neck. You're too goddamn tall. How about you come down to my height?!"

Seeing this side of Lucifer did something to Angel. Small, beautiful, powerful, Lucifer. The King of Hell. Defending him like this. The spider demon couldn't help but feel so loved and cared for.

"Holy shit, Angie. You're datin' the King of Hell and didn't tell me?" Cherri asked, helping her best friend up.

"I'll uh... explain later. Oh shit. Where's Niff?"

"Our dear Niffty was involved in this?" And now Alastor was going to join in the beating. Angel wasn't going to complain. The guy had it coming for a long time.

~

Landing on her butt in the hotel's foyer after Adam forcefully sent them back through a portal, Charlie jumped up and ran over to the group sitting and tending to Angel. Her dad was wiping the blood from his lips to make it easier to heal while Alastor, surprisingly enough, was holding Niffty protectively.

"Dad! You've been dating Angel Dust?! Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't either of you tell me? When did it happen? For how long?" A long string of rushed out questions tumbled from her mouth before Vaggie lightly took her by the shoulders and made her sit down.

"Babe. Give them a chance to answer."

"Wait.... how did you find out? This came out while you were in Heaven."

"Oh. Well. We were watching you guys to prove to Sera and the court that redemption could be possible. Uh... Adam was not happy when he found out... but the rest of the court was pleasantly surprised at how you acted and handled the situation! So, Sera would love for you to join us for our rescheduled meeting."

"Of course she does."

"Hey. It's alright baby. I'll join ya if it'll make ya feel better." It felt good to have their relationship out and in the open now. He should have listened to Lucifer before about just being open about it since the beginning.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Thirteen}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

"Hand over the goods! And you two pretty ladies, come with us!" One of them said, pointing between me and Cherri. "Those wings of yours will make us quite the penny!" I take a step back, Angel and Cherri grin. "You ain't getting any of my goods without paying up front." Angel sneers. "Might wanna back off boys." Says Cherri. "My goods are quite...explosive!" She quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a live bomb.

I could barely get a scream out before Angel grabbed me and jumped out of the way. I could hear Cherri's laughter as the bomb went off. "Did she have that the whole time!?" I exclaim. "Duh! She never goes anywhere without them!"

"Them!? As in more than one!?" As I ask that, two more explosives could be heard. I turned my head back to see the limbs of the gang flying everywhere. A few of them were still left standing. They pulled out guns and started firing at us.

Angel dodged a few and took down before grabbing of their guns. "Dance fuckers!" He yells as he begins firing. I quickly took cover and cover my head. Footsteps caused me to lift my head. One of the demons had noticed me and was quickly approaching. A scream left me, alerting Angel.

"Y/n! Move! Fly!" He yelled. Fly? I couldn't fly right now! My wings haven't healed yet! The demon rose his gun and aimed it at me. "Y/n!" Angel yelled again. I groan and spread my wings and fly up into the air just as the demon fired the gun.

A bomb rolled over to the demon and went off, blowing him to bits. I cover my face to shield myself from the smoke. Suddenly a popping sound filled my ears, followed a sharp pain in my wing. I cry out before I began to plummet back down.

Angel quickly rushed over and caught me before I hit the ground. "Y/n, are you ok?" Asked Angel urgently. "I-I don't know. My wing...it's..." I wince, my wing joint throbbing. "You have to get me back to Alastor." I tell him.

"Alastor? Why him?" He asked. "He can heal me." I tell him. Angel's hesitation was as clear as his confusion. "I guess I can't take you to the hospital...they'll ask questions, and Charlie will be pissed."

"And Alastor will kill me for leaving after he said not to." I whine. "But man this hurts..." Angel sighs heavily. "Cherri. Sorry to cut our day short, but I gotta get Y/n back to the hotel." Cherri walked over. "No probs Angie. Get her back safe alright?" Angel nods before hurrying back to the hotel.

Though, he made sure to sneak in so no one would see him. "If Smiles kills me, I just want you to know...you're the least annoying person in this hotel." I smile weakly. "I like you too Angel."

Angel cracks a small smile before knocking on Alastor's office door. "Yeeees?" Came his voice from the other side. "Uh...hey Al. It's me, Angel."

"Angel, if this is another one of your disgusting "offers", I must politely decline!"

"It's not. Y/n is hurt, she needs help."

Within seconds, the door was flung open. "And do tell, how she managed to get hurt while inside the hotel?" Alastor's voice was filled with heavy static. And though he was talking to Angel, his question was directed towards me. Angel stuttered as he tried to answer. "I left." I say, flinching slightly when Alastor's eyes landed on me. "It was my idea to leave the hotel. And I got hurt while trying to fly."

"Y/n-"

"Thank you for being her here Angel. I'll take it from here." Alastor took me from Angel's arms. Angel gave me a concerned look before the door was shut in his face. I was set down on Alastor's desk, I lower my head to avoid his sharp gaze.

"Very sweet of you, covering for Angel like that." I said nothing as I stare down at the floor. "Now, I believe I told you not to leave this hotel. And yet, you did anyway. I thought we were both in  agreement, about what could happen, given the possibility Vox spots you. So tell me..."

Alastor places his finger and thumb on my chin and lifted my head. I repressed a shutter as I stare into his eyes. "Why did you feel the need to disobey me?" My mouth felt dry as I spoke.

"I...I didn't mean to upset you. I know it was dumb of me. I won't do it again. I promise."

"I don't think I believe you."

My heart sank. He smirked at noticing my fear. "I think you are quite the people pleaser. You'd do anything if you think it will make others happy or satisfied. Even if it results in you getting hurt." He continues. "You're impressionable too. I don't see how you would have left with Angel of all people, if that weren't the case."

"Angel isn't that bad..."

"Therefore!" Alastor went on, ignoring me. "You will not step foot out of this hotel without me. I believe it is only fair. After all, just look at what happened to you." There was a hint of fake pity in his tone.

He walked to my side and gently brushed his fingers against my wing joint. "A fragile thing like you...I'm surprised you came back at all."

"Now, let's heal up that wing."

[meta-squash]

I really wonder how much Ian's early "relationships" with older men and all that affected how poorly he reacted to Mickey's sexual assault in 3x06.

The entire night before that morning is obviously a very positive one for both of them, considering the good mood they're both in the next morning, just before.

And then Terry shows up, and we all know what happens.

Later, in 3x09, Ian confronts Mickey at the abandoned building. I still don't fully understand how he doesn't connect the marriage thing with Terry, but he's a dumb kid and he's pissed off so maybe he's just blinded by his feelings.

Anyway, he asks Mickey who he's getting married to, if it's "Angie Zago, or some other piece of trash you screw so you can pretend I don't matter to you." Mickey doesn't really give any sort of response, which is fair on his part because Ian's being kind of an idiot. He gets up and walks away.

But Ian continues, and says, "So that's it, we're over? Your dad beats the shit out of us and you're just gonna get married, no conversation, nothing?" He grabs Mickey, who shoves him and tells him to get the fuck off. His retort, instead of listening to Mickey, is to essentially taunt him with the idea of fag bashing, and even further by saying "You love me and you're gay".

And I think what gets me, more than anything, is Ian's minimizing of what happened to Mickey. Again, maybe he's just being a dumb kid, with an as yet underdeveloped brain doing the usual selfish dumb kid shit. But he just doesn't seem to at all grasp the enormity of it all.

Terry hit him in the face, yes. Terry pulled a gun on him, yes. But he sat there and watched Mickey get raped with blood all over his face and a horrible dead-eyed pain-filled expression.

And I wonder how much his own fucked up relationships affected how he saw all of this. Clearly his own insecurities and judgements meant that he interpreted Mickey attempting to somehow appear/feel "in control" of the situation as him actually liking it or wanting it.

But it's Ian's misinterpretation/misjudgement that fucks everything up, really. If he had seen any of it for what it was, if he had understood what happened in a more clear way, if had expressed some sort of sympathy or understanding or even just awareness of Mickey's suffering, maybe something would have been different. But because he saw it all the way he did, everything except his own feelings about Mickey get minimized.

Terry didn't just "beat the shit out of them", he brutalized and traumatized both of them, especially Mickey. And his obliviousness to Mickey's obvious trauma and hurt in that scene in the warehouse is what fucks them both over. I think the way that Mickey obviously doesn't want to be beating up Ian is really important to the scene, and Mickey in general. He's back where he started, regressing because he has to, but there's this growth there that makes the act of beating up on Ian hurt too.

It's also such a succinct and awful expression of Mickey's complete helplessness in this situation. He's the most trapped out of any of them. Ian has his family to support him; he can tell them what happened or not, but whether or not they know the details they're still going to be there for him. Ian can walk away if he wants to. Ian has the luxury of yelling, of getting mad, of talking back, of being out, of interpreting the serious trauma of rape as just "getting the shit beat out of him". Mickey doesn't have that. Mickey doesn't have anything at this moment. And so Ian goading him, taunting him, accusing him, building up all this pressure that Mickey has no way of expressing or releasing because he has no one else, and he can't talk back, and he can't be out, and he can't brush off what happened to him, it all come to a head with Mickey kicking the shit out of Ian, because there's nothing else he can do.

He's totally trapped because he can't admit his feelings for Ian or admit that he's gay or any of those truths, because he's terrified of his father and he's terrified of what will happen to him (and also to Ian, probably). He can't really explain to Ian what's happening, either. I think he doesn't totally have the words or the ability to talk about it (it's too close, it's too intense, and the trauma is actively happening which makes it really hard to talk about) and I think also Ian wouldn't understand, wouldn't believe it or wouldn't just listen. He'd get involved, and Mickey doesn't want that.

Mickey's unbelievably vulnerable in this moment and he really really doesn't want to be that towards Ian, not when Ian is/was the only good thing and now has this power to hurt him. If Ian got involved, in whatever way, it would confirm Mickey's vulnerability. If Mickey explained what was happening and Ian was still angry, that would be a massive blow. If Ian understood and tried to help, that would be dangerous for both of them, and would also in a way make Mickey feel less in control. Instead, Mickey says nothing because it's impossible to explain, and Ian fucks up, and Mickey's reaction unfortunately makes sense.

And how much of Ian's complete misunderstanding is due to his own fucked up relationship to sex and relationships? How much of it is because he either can't admit or can't even realize that his own experiences are traumatic? How much is him blinded by his own feelings for Mickey and the anger and heartbreak and frustration that comes with being out while Mickey very much isn't? How much is it just Ian being a dumb teenager who doesn't fully understand what's happened? Or refuses to understand, because it's too traumatic?

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

He's a Loser baby, but I Want him to be My Loser, Baby

Tw: Attempted end of life,

Synopsis: After Angel tries to end himself, Husk decides to finally do something...even if that means his loyalty is on the line,

A/N: so I have a theory Husk is going to free Angel, this plays out the Theory,

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Husk would never forget hearing Charlie scream, which was saying a lot seeing as they were in Hell number one, but knowing it's someone you care for, he and the several occupants of the hotel had been relaxing a relatively calm day. Angel hadn't come down, but he had had a rough night, the former overlord had been wanting to keep a closer eye on the Spider Demon since he was happier, and not in the masking type of way

Husk had seen the signs of being suicidal before, the relaxed nature as they knew that they'd not have to worry soon,

He would blame himself for the rest of his existence for not stopping Angel before he went to his room,

Charlie had offered to go check on him worried something was wrong, (oh was it) Husk literally flying up the steps with Vaggie as Charlie knelt over Angel who was on the floor, one of the angelic blades they had just used on the ground beside him

And the blood, oh sweet lord it was everywhere, but his ears perked up, he heard straggled breathing and produced a mirror holding it in front of the others face he saw it fog and realized the other was still alive,

"Charlie I need you to get him on the bed Vaggie you bandage him, he's just unconscious."

The anger and fury he felt, he knew who this was the marks that littered the others form besides the damage Angel had done, that he'd hidden this was so much worse, he felt something snap,

Marching out of the room he was already formulating a plan, the biggest thing hinged on getting a certain radio demon on board, Alastor made him jolt as he appeared, he hated when the other did so,

"You wish to request something my dear Husker?" He purred, eyebrow raised

"Yeah, I want to challenge Valentino for Angel's contract, but I have ta ask you first. All soulsI get, go to you. Angie, though I want to offer im his freedom if I can"

His smile deepened, and Husk could see the glee in the others' eyes. However, of course, he'd be happy about this

"Gambling for another soul quite entertaining however if you manage to pull this off I think in the case of him rejecting his freedom it would be much more entertaining for me, for you to keep his soul,"

The overlords eyes widened, Alastor would allow that?

"Hopefully you did not fail in your quest Husker,"

The demon disappeared but the former Overlord knew he had permission and with a new fire in his heart he marched out of the hotel in down to the studio

Marching inside he yelled out

"I wanna talk to this asshole Valentino!" Making several gasp but others looked instantly interested

"Your the kitty who plays barkeep," Velvette appeared with a snort,"Whatcha want with Val he's bein a cry baby, Angel fuckin shirked his work,"

"He didn't shirk it he tried ending it!" Husk growled, making the other workers again gasp even Velvette seemed a bit surprised before a nonchalant look replaced it, as the door slammed open revealing a pissed off Valentino

"You you're one of those Hotel people tell Angel to get his fluffy little ass back to work" he snarled getting up in the others face husk shoved the other back

"Angel is currently comatose because he tried ending his life, Valentino which is why I'm fucking here. I want his contract" More gasps came from everybody around them

The Moth Overlord raised an eyebrow slowly slinking around the other, before laughing

"Do you really think I would give up my best workers' contract?

"One Round of Poker All or Nothing, if I lose I work as your mole if you lose I get his contract and soul," he knew he had to play up the other's ego to get him to agree to lure him," think about it Valentino you would have someone actually competent to listen in"

Husk new Alastor would know, but he was counting on that if worst came to worst,

And like he planned his words made the other Overlord pause and think,

" interesting proposition, Fine one game. With Angel not being able to work I'm going to have to struggle to fill in the rest of the schedule anyway you can be assured he will be punished thoroughly for it," he snarled as a table was drug over

Holding a hand out both of their abilities flaring as they shook hands and the deal was set

It was a difficult match purely luck whoever God Favored right now would be shown, Valentino laid down his cards smirking it was a four of a kind, a nice decent hand but Husk started laughing as he laid down a royal flush taking down the other overlord, he had won he didn't believe he still had it after he had lost to Alastor but here he was standing victorious once more showing his luck was still on his side,

"Oh shit," he heard Velvette mutter, a smirk on her face, a hand covering her mouth

Valentino for once looked stunned and for a moment Husk saw himself perhaps the biggest loss in his life, but the moth was forced to produce the contract and hand it over, he shrugged however immediately trying to play it off

" oh well I'll find some new bitch to be my star, and not like anybody will want his leftovers,"

Husk felt rage at the other's words, but with Angie's contract in his hand, he just focused on that the sheer euphoria he had done it, he could feel the others soul and he could not believe how warm it was despite everything the other had been through, it was almost loving and caring, he raced back to the hotel and saw Alastor standing on the balcony leaned on it

"Good show Husker, Angel Dust is awake he awoke when he felt something shift in his very soul." The other purred, with that smug grin the former overlord hated

He only nodded and headed for the other's room, Charlie caught him halfway there

Husk allister said you were going to do something-"

He pulled out the contract and she gasped" I bet it all,"

He let out a small noise as the princess of Hell embraced him tightly, hearing her murmur

"Thank you Husk," nothing more needed to be said he understood what she was saying

"Of course Princess,"

Before she let go and watched as he headed for the bedroom carefully opening the door he saw angel on his side curled up

"Come to stare at the failure?" Came from him,"can't even kill myself properly, now Valentinos gonna-"

" he's going to do nothing Angie, Please look at me,"he interrupted not wanting to use the contract to force the other that would go against what he was trying to do

After a few moments the other slowly turned over his eyes were red and it broke husk see the other so hurt bandages wrapped around him bags under his eyes slowly the other approached and tenderly wiped the tears away,

" how can you promise me he can't do anything he has my soul-"

" Angel he doesn't have it anymore" fear entered the other Demon's eyes and husk sighed and pulled it out that made Angel sit up wincing but the absolute shock written on his face

"Husk... how did you?"

" I saw you on the floor angel and I couldn't take one more minute of seeing you hurt, I blame myself partially for what happened I knew you were suicidal because I've seen it before but I didn't say anything. So I challenged Valentino to a poker game where I would be the mole they were looking for if he won and if I won I got your soul in contract as you can see my luck is still with me,"

Tears entered Angel's eyes, and Husk knew the realization was hitting him that all the years of abuse were behind him because Angie knew Husk would never treat him the same,

" I will free you, but only if that's what you want truly-"

A finger was placed to his lips to silence him, Angel was shaking his head,

" I have been underneath a overlord for as long as I can remember I honestly don't know what I would do but I do know it would be self-destructive I don't know how to behave without well someone to help guide me. If you're willing to take on this loser, I wouldn't mind having you as my Overlord, especially in comparison to that piece of shit,"

Holding up the contract, Angel felt the collar appear, but it disintegrated. To his surprise, the contract also disintegrating however, Husk gently took one of his hands, a ring appearing glowing bright orange it lit up the room, and Angel gasped before it faded and disappeared

" Guess we're both losers under the same umbrella, huh?" The spider demon smirked

Husk smiled placing a kiss to the others hand making the other grin,

"And baby that's fine by me,"

[daniyummy]

Okay I've had this idea for a lil while and I think it'd be best with Matt, like when Matt gets his 'Mattitude' and you keep him in check, cause all these other fanfics say we cry? Like I'm not that sensitive

also, I do use 'y/n' for this, I didn't want to give the reader a random name cause it pisses me off when other people do it cause then it seems directed to someone with that name specially and if I did that I'd just be a hypocrite so 'y/n' it is.

also, quick note, this is fan fiction! In no way shape or form is this based on true events!

Matthew has been getting on your fucking nerves all day. You drop something? "You're so fucking stupid, y/n." You say something too loud? "Why are you so fucking loud? Shut up for two minutes." But the nail in the coffin? Is when you were sitting in the living room with Matt, Chris, Nick and Nate, you're peacefully sitting on the couch with your phone, laying with your legs out and for some reason, pissed Matt off.

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"Y/n?" Chris turns to you, you hum out a quiet "Mhm.." Your eyes not leaving your phone. "What's up with Matt today? Did you piss him off or something?" Chris questions, though his small laugh at the end made it sound like he was quite amused by this, his tone of concern displayed the opposite.

You sigh, slightly annoyed. "Matt's just in a mood period. It's just one of those days, I guess." You shrug, uncertain on why your boyfriend was acting like this, Chris nods and hums before looking at the stairs and clearing his throat. "Speak of the devil." He murmurs, as Matt comes down the stairs with an annoyed expression on his face. You look up from your phone, a raised eyebrow.

"Still in a mood? What? You on your period or something?" You joke, it makes the other three boys giggle, but it doesn't seem to gladden your boyfriend, as he just huffs and stands in front of you. "Move your legs." Matt demands, you furrow your eyebrows. "Manners where?"

Matt just rolls his eyes and sits on your legs like a petty child, which does cause you to move them. "My fucking house, y/n. Don't have to be such a bitch, like fuck." He says, which immediately makes his brothers and friend freeze. "Matt!" They yell, completely astonished by his audacity to call you a bitch. You, however, laugh in his face.

"Alright, Matthew, you either, fix your fucking attitude and smarten the fuck up, because I will not hesitate to call your mother and God knows she does not tolerate disrespect, or I walk out that door and don't talk to you until you swallow your pride and apologise because I will not sit here and let you disrespect me. Now, smarten the fuck up and tell me why you've been in a shitty mood all day." You argue.

The four boys sit there in shock, Nick looks like he's about to laugh, Chris and Nate kinda looks scared, they'll never disrespect their girlfriends, ever after that. And Matt looks shocked, tired and guilty. "I'm sorry, y/n. I've so fucking stressed and everything was getting on my nerves, but that's not an excuse to take it out on you. I'm sorry.."

Your expression softens, a small smile on your face. "It's okay, Matt, just next time talk to me about it before it gets too bad, alright?" Matt nods and lays down on your tummy, gently rubbing your sides as you play with his hair. Nick, Chris and Nate look mildly confused. "How the hell do you go from annoyed to lovey dovey so quick? You two are unreal." Chris laughs, joined by Nate and Nick.

"Cause he's my bubba, even when he's angy." You pout, your tone like a whiny kid. Matt groans. "Starting to regret not letting you leave.." He murmurs, you look at him like he just killed your family. "H-How could you say that to your lovebug?!" You whine, cringing internally.

"Y'know, now I know why Matt called her a bitch." Nick sighs, Chris laughs before you stand up and tackle Nick, fake punching him. "Take that! Oh! Mm! Psh, pow, pow, psh, psh!" You make a big show on making sound effects like a video game would, before Matt quite literally picks you up and pretty much throws you on the couch, laying on top if you.

"I love you." Matt mumbles, you smile and ruffle his hair. "Love you too, Matt." You two share a sweet kiss, but pull away when you two hear Nate scoff. "Gross." Matt and you laugh. "Shu-" Matt cuts himself off when you give give a look, he smiles and looks back at Nate. "Nate, my dear friend, politely, shut the hell up, please and thank you." The room fills with laughter, Matt kisses you again before deciding to fall asleep on you, you deciding the same thing and falling asleep shortly after he does.

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Another fic! Personally I'm not the biggest fan of it but it's good for future fanfics just so I know what to write and how to do better. But whatever! Tell me if I could improve on anything, I'm open to constructive criticism!

Also, I have a lot of requests, please be patient if your request isn't done soon.

-★⋆Dani⋆★-

[imaginespazzi]

PARTTT TENN YAYAYAYAYA

- hi nivi bby your writing has been missed dearly.

- The Bridges Burned Around Us??? i fear im shaking in my boots. apparently ill be flinging myself of bridges not cliffs!

- part two has been sort of reread i went fast because im excited

- poor angie…

- “unlike HER paige” OH MY GODS AWWWWW so why don’t u make it public if she’s “yours” huh

- bruh azzi u could have healthy breathing if u just idk told your friends

- horny fuckers

- haha someone’s in trouubbbbllleee

- i like tessa she’s funny.

- jana my bby

- tessa and jana abt to be menaces together hopefully

- not them basically living together stop that’s so wholesome and cutie pie

- now why are we talking abt who paige’s has slept with azzi…

- RATHER JUMP OUT OF THE CAR IS SO ME CORE

- okay im fearful. is it abt the one year contract and like angie supposedly taking paige’s spot after the year? UGHHHH

- Stephie-bean IS SO ADORABLE

- STOP NOT STEPHIE GETTING JEALOUS 😭😭

- love. okay where is the bridge

- BYE not azzi using her daughter to stop her jealousy

- stephie being a legit mix of azzi and paige makes me so happy

- “do you know if Aunty Chérie is in town?” oh so this girl is a GENIUS

- BYE AZZI BEING A BIT OF A BITCH TO THIS KIDS MOM I LOVE IT

- OMG IS IT DREW??

- FLASHBACK TIME i love these

- awww azzi surprising paige with drew is so adorable

- BYE not the dude trying to flirt and drew stopping it 😭😭

- “you won’t ever hurt my Paigey will you?” yeah so i just died

- OH DAMN HES PISSED.

- trust stephie to make it awkward but also help ease tension

- “I don’t make promises like that kid,” there’s an unspoken accusation as Drew keeps up a smile towards Stephie but his eyes dart for the briefest second towards the two women around him, “but I promise I’ll try.” YEAH IM SCARED There’s a shine of warmth in Drew’s gaze for a second but it flickers away faster than it had appeared and his eyes are cold with flecks of betrayal as he looks at Azzi, “that’s what happens as people get older isn’t it? I wouldn’t look so different to you if you’d been around to see me grow up.” GODDAMN IM CRYING.

- i get why drew is upset with azzi. she was such a big part of his life, but omg ouch.

- the whole uncle drew thing is harming my soul. the day stephie calls paige mom in some way i won’t make it out alive.

- azzi i love u BUT PLEASE STOP OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING BING AND JUST COMMUNICATE WITH PAIGE INSTEAD OF RUINING IT IN YOUR HEAD

- UGHHH THATS THE ENDING WHY DO U END LIKE THAT U EVIL GENIUS OMG

- damn okay. the chapter ate but also the plot just gets building and as previously mentioned i am terrified for the fall.

- questions!! at the end is drew upset with paige too for getting back with azzi or just made upset with azzi leaving to begin with and projecting it onto both of them sort of?

- also like paige being like drew stop and him listening have they talked abt azzi at all since their breakup or is like a we don’t talk abt that kinda deal?

- on a similar drew note im curious as his reaction to paige telling him she’s getting a divorce with ms cunt??? was he like told u so or more symptomatic?

- ALSO OKAYYYY DREW NBA I SEE U!!! question is can he finally beat Paige 1v1

- honestly thinking back on this whole chapter i don’t have a lot of questions more just overall like waiting for everything to unfold

-as always ily!

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Bestieeeee hi <3

- Personally I would love if you could no throw yourself off of anything because I don't want you to die!

- Azzi just likes to make life complicated apparently cause you're so right

- Yep yep yep, it's exactly about that. We all knew that was gonna come back and here we are.

- Stephie knows exactly where to twist the dagger lmao

- Yeah I'm ngl writing the Drew angst has been the saddest I've been writing this fic just cause like he really was just collateral damage and he didn't deserve it

- Drew is mainly mad at Azzi but he's also against the idea of them getting back together because he doesn't trust her to not hurt Paige again.

- LMAO every time you call her Ms. Cunt I giggle but he was definitely just relieved cause he knew Paige's heart wasn't in it.

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 19

I Bet On Losing Dogs

2019-Chicago, Illinois

Half a year had passed since the chaotic Christmas dinner. Donna's house was now fixed, and she was stable enough to watch Sophia and Eva for the night while the adults went out.

Angie finished up her makeup in the bathroom mirror, trying to get herself together in time.

"Holy shit." Natalie sighed, looking in the mirror. "I'm getting married next week."

"You're getting married next week." Angie grinned.

"Am I making the right decision?"

"What?"

"You've been married for like ever. What do you think?"

"I think you shouldn't compare any marriage to mine."

"True. A few months ago, you guys were on the verge of killing each other."

"We still are. We just hide it better."

"Do you think I'm gonna regret this?"

"You want me to be honest?" Angie grabbed her friend's hands.

"Please."

"Marriage is hard. It's really fucking hard. But spending the rest of your life with the person you love makes it so worth it. Natalie, you love Pete. He's a great guy. He makes you happy. You won't regret that."

Nat smiled and hugged her tightly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

'Knock, knock'

"Hey, we gotta go!" Richie called from the hallway.

The women exited the bathroom, Nat going downstairs. Angie leaned against the wall and smiled at Richie.

"Hi."

"Hey. You mind if I hide up here with you for a sec."

"I thought we had to go."

"I just needed an excuse to come upstairs."

"You okay?"

"It's just Tiff." He sighed, running his hands over his face. "She's pissed at me."

"What'd you do?"

"Nothing. We've just been getting into it lately."  He looked at Angie and saw her sympathetic expression. "But we're fine."

"You sound like me."

"I'm fine, Ange. You don't gotta worry about me."

"Oh, come on, Richie." She reached out to touch his arm. "I'm always gonna worry about you." 

"Hey." Mikey called from the stairs. "What's going on?"

"We're just catching up, man."

"Well can you do it downstairs? We got a party to get to."

"We're coming."

After Mikey went back downstairs, Angie turned to Richie and sighed. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Will you watch out for him tonight? I know it's a party, but I really don't like it when he drinks all night and mixes it with his pills. I mean, you remember what happened at Christmas."

"Don't worry. I'll keep him straight." 

She wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

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"You're being weird."

Angie looked up from her half empty glass. "Huh?"

"I said you're being weird!" Tiffany restated. "Why're you so quiet?"

"I'm tired."

"It's nine o'clock." Nat told her.

"Look I don't wanna ruin the vibe. This is a bachelorette party, not therapy."

"Why can't it be both?"

"You don't wanna hear about all my shit."

"Is this about Christmas?" Nat asked.

"It's about everything."

"Talk to us." The blonde said. "That's what we're here for."

"I just...I don't know if this is worth it anymore."

"If what is worth it?"

"Staying with him. Because when he's good, he's the best. But when he's bad...I don't even recognize him."

"Oh, honey."

"I just feel so alone." 

"You have us. We're here for whatever you need."

Nat and Tiff softly held Angie as she sobbed into their embrace.

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Angie squinted at the bright bathroom light while she wiped her tear stained face. The door opened and shut as she stepped into the living room.

"Hey. How was it?"

"Fine." Her husband grumbled as he kicked off his shoes.

"I talked to your mom. She said Soph is having the best time with her baby cousin."

"Yeah, I bet." He grabbed a beer from the fridge and leaned against the counter, taking a long sip.

"Michael, what'd I tell you about that?"

"I got a fucking headache, Ange. I can't take the nagging right now."

"You just came from a party."

"Would you get off my ass?"

"Mikey-"

"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink all the time if you would just stop your bitching."

"I can't fucking do this shit. I can't argue about this anymore."

"So why don't you just let me do what I want?"

"Because I don't wanna be married to an addict!" She said with a slight crack in her voice.

"First I was a junkie, now I'm an addict?"

"Yeah, you are!"

"Just 'cause I drink a few beers, and I need to take something for pain makes me an addict?"

"You go through two cases a week! That's what like six a day? That doesn't sound like a problem to you?"

"I'm a fucking adult! Alright? I'm an adult!"

"Where are you getting the pills, Michael?!"

"What?"

"It's been two years! No doctor would prescribe them for that long! Where are you getting them?!"

"Fuck this!" He smashed his bottle on the floor as it shattered across the room. Angie jumped back and tried to avoid the broken glass. "I don't need this shit from you! You think you're so holier than thou just 'cause you're doing okay and I'm struggling?"

"Michael, I have been begging you to talk to me! All I wanna do is help you, but you won't let me!"

"Yeah, like you'd understand!"

"So explain it to me! I am your wife! Don't shut me out! Talk to me, and we'll make this work! We always do! We have to make this work or-"

"Or what?"

"Or I can't do this anymore." She stumbled over her words with tears in her eyes. "I am so sick of fighting with you. I am so sick of sitting here and watching the man I love turn into someone I don't recognize! I don't wanna lose you!"

"I'm right here. I am right here, Angelina! Yet for some reason, you don't see me!"

"I wanna see you!" She sobbed, stepping towards him while she avoided the glass. "I wanna know you again! Just let me know you." She whispered.

The look on his face changed from anger, to guilt. His eyes began to water and he looked up to stop them from falling. She pawed at his shirt and brought him closer to her.

"You were right. I'm just a fucking junkie." He spoke quietly, cupping her face. "I'm sorry I'm such a fucking failure." He pressed his forehead against hers as tears fell onto his cheeks. 

"You're not a failure."

"I'm not a good husband. I'm not a good father. I don't deserve you."

"Shh." She wiped his eyes. "Don't say that."

"Fuck!" He raised his hand up. For a moment, Angie thought he was gonna hit her. He went on to repeatedly slap himself instead.

It truly broke her heart to see her husband like this. "Stop." She grabbed his wrist. "I got you."

"I told you that I wasn't good enough. I told you I wasn't what you needed."

"But you're who I chose. And I would still choose you a million times again."

He cried against her for a while until he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about the bottle. I'll clean it up."

"I'll do it. Just go lay down. I'll meet you in there."

"Okay." He nodded. He lingered in her arms a bit longer before walking into their shared room.

Once he was out of earshot, she sat on the floor away from the glass and sobbed into her hands.

[dragbunart]

I want to see angry drunk Shuichi!

Your wish is my command

The reunion had been going smoothly until the booze was brought out.

Maki had turned into a blubbering mess, who now had to be cared for by an even more wreckless Kaito.

Tenko, Angie, and Himiko had started a paint balloon fight with Kiyo, Ryoma, and Gonta.

Kiibo was getting a very excitable Miu home, as she both was getting too raunchy for everyone's tastes, and had a few bouts of genius for Kiibo's upgrades.

Kiirumi and Tsumugi were grabbing snacks to sober everyone up a bit.

And Rantaro and Kokichi...

"Drink with me, Kaede~" Rantaro flung an arm around her, while Kokichi hugged her.

"You are the perfect height to be used as a pillow, Nihihi~" Kokichi chuckled.

Kaede sighed, she didn't know what it was in alcohol that turned Rantaro from a semi-flirty friend into a full-on flirt and made Kokichi even bolder than he usually was. But she knew what was coming next... Which is why she made sure to stay away from the devil's brew herself.

"Get away from my fiance!" Shuichi shouted. "You had your shot in Highschool and you missed it!"

"Shumai~ Cuddle Kaede with me~" Before anyone could stop the detective he grabbed Kokichi by the collar and threw him at Rantaro.

"Hey!" Rantaro whined. "What the fuck man? You see Kaede all the time! I rarely get to hang out with her." "Sucks to suck!" Shuichi shouted grabbing Kaede's arm and pulling her outside.

He looks pissed... Kaede sighed.

"Shu, you're pulling too hard." She gently coaxed. Shuichi shot a look at her, his eyes filled with angry tears.

"You tried to make me jealous!" He accused. Kaede rolled her eyes.

"I wasn't. You know Rantaro just kids around and Kokichi want's to get a rise out of you."

"No! You should've pushed them off!"

"Shu."

"No!"

"Shuichi. I will always choose you no matter what." "Promise?" "Promi-" Shuichi cut her off with a heated kiss as if to get rid of some of his residual anger. He seemed to calm down a bit and let go of her arm.

"Did i hurt you?" "No... But I think you may have bruised Rantaro and Kokichi back there." "Fuck 'em."

[stuckyslut8]

I'm so very tamed now .part 2

Part 1. Masterlist.

A/N : don't know what took me so long to make a part 2 ( just life I guess)but her you go lovelies, sorry for the delay.

Pairing: mafia stucky x spy reader.(poly)

Summary: Bucky finally gets the information our of you, but you both manage piss steve off even more, so you have to deal with the consequences .

Warnning :poly stucky dom steve, bratty Bucky, sub reader , self proclaimed brat tamer Bucky,edging, spanking, angy steve 😡, a few tears. No beta reader. 18+ under the cut. Minors dni.

Bucky has you all spread out on his bed, hands cuffed to the bed, completely naked , completely at his mercy.

"are you gonna do something barnes or are you just gonna stare at me all day " you ask him mockingly.

"oh you'll see sweets." He says with a wicked grin, as he pulls out your favourite vibrator and before he pushes it into you , turning it up to the highest setting.

"ughh Bucky." You moan not being able to control your pleasure.

"see pretty girl, I don't have much time , steve is already annoyed so you better tell me everything." He asks as he tries not to palm himself at the sight of your but he couldn't resist he takee out his already hard cock and starts jerking off in front of you, adding to your pleasure.

"or -ughh - or what barnes?" You manage to say in between moans.

"or I'm gonna keep making ya cum until you can't." Your eyes widen at that.

"you see last time I edged ya ,it didn't turn out well so now I'm gonna make try something different." You came instantly as he said that.

"see that's my good girlz we'll see how long you can keep going before giving in." He said as hmm.

Five orgasms later , you still wouldn't budge.

"see I'm almost getting bored ,just spit it out already, the vibrator's battery is gonna die"

"that's all you got?" You challenged him

"fine , I'll do this my way." Bucky said as he pulled the vibrator away from you, looking at your wet pussy.

"see my poor pussy can't take it , she's exhausted.." he cooed as he collected some of your cum with his fingers and sucked them.

"don't tell me what I can take barnes."

"if you insist sweets." Bucky suddenly fills you up with his cock and starts pounding into you, lifting your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. You both moan, and grunt.

"now you better tell me sweets , who do you work for?" He asks as he fucks you into oblivion.

"ughh Bucky ... I'm gonna ." You said as you reached your high.

"me too angel, me too, now why don't you tell me ,so we can both come together ." You were about to give in Bucky knew, you just needed a little push.

"you know steve is gonna be very mad at me, if I don't get the information Outta you after all this trouble...so please tell me sweets,I swear I'll stay right by you whatever it is."

"fine fine...i ughh work for stark, stark sent me " you finally spit out the truth.

Just then steve came barging in the door, " steve i found the information, she works for..." Bucky was about to say .

"stark i know" steve finished his sentence" i just met him. " Not impressed by Bucky.

"well I just got the information Outta her, see i told you my tactics never fail." Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky's answers, although he was certainly aroused by the scene in front of him,you begging Bucky to let you cum.

"well of course I'll let you cum sweets, daddy is having a conversation right now wait a minute" the brunette man told you.

"stop being such a whore buck" steve yelled at him.

"you know you damn well love it steve, infact i know you're enjoying our doll begging to cum right now" while you were still whimpering begging Bucky to cum.

Steve was definitely aroused by the sight in front of him but tried to keep his composure.

"shut up Bucky, she's being a brat and you're only defending her." Steve said.

"she is brat and I'm not defending her , I'm punishing her can't you see?" Bucky asks

"damn well you are, look at her not one ounce of regret in her face,you're not making her relaise anything,you're just giving in to her bratiness."

"daddy please lemme cum" you beg him with doe eyes, Bucky is still in you , you try to fuck yourself on him, lifting your hips. "Just a minute sweets" Bucky says.

"no get off of her" steve says angrily.

"what the hell steve" but steve pushes Bucky aside before he could finish his sentence.

"I'm gonna show her what real punishment is and make her realise what she has really done to us, how much she's hurt us, so stop coddling her and move buck" steve says as he takes off his clothes.

"stevie.." i whimper as Bucky's thick cock is removed from your heat.

"shh shut up you brat ,you only call me sir from now, understood?" Steve said giving a hard spank to your dripping pussy making me moan.

"yes sir" steve flips you onto your stomach, you were waiting nervously as to what he was gonna do.

"now I'm gonna spank you properly you brat and you're gonna take it like a good slut and thank me alright " he says

"yes sir." All while Bucky watched the scene unfold in front of him, he knew you were in big trouble now but he enjoyed it at the same time.

"good girl do what daddy steve says " Bucky said .

Steve gave his first spank it was real, unlike the playful ones Bucky gave you, it stung almost leaving an impression.

"thank you sir." I say. *He spanks again.

"thank you sir"

*spank

*th thank you sir."

After 10 spanks , Steve stops leaving your bottom so red and your pussy dripping.

"you did so good doll taking your punishment like a good girl" Bucky said patting your head.

"thanks daddy" you manage to whimper.

"your punishment is not over yet brat." Steve says with a stern look.

"but.."

"no buts get on your knees .."

You do as he says, steve roughly grabs your hips and thrusts his hard cock in you, making you moan. "Ahh daddy.." steve pulled out immediately,and spanked you again." What do I tell you to calle me you brat.."

"sir?"

"yes and you'll only call me sir from now, no stevie, no daddy understood?" He said slapping my ass again.

"yes sir"

Bucky thought he was being a little too harsh on you. "Oh come on steve she just called you daddy she -" Bucky started to reason .

"you shut up punk or youre gonna be punished next." Steve said and went to sinking his cock back into your dripping cunt in one swift motion.

"ohh yess sir please-" you moaned

"please what you little slut?" Steve asked pounding into you ,making the bed shake, Bucky was happily jerking off to it at this point, knowing trying to defend you was pointless and that would only get you into more trouble, plus he knew steve would never hurt you,no matter how mad he was , he was only doing this because he was deeply hurt by your betrayal.

"please sir, fuck me, please don't stop." You pleaded .

"and why would I listen to you?" The blonde said.

"because...because..."

"because what ?" He said slamming his hips into you.

"because I love you and ...Bucky i uh-" tears we're streaming down your face at this point, both from the pleasure and the guilt of the whole situation,you knew you hurt steve and pushed him to this point.

Steve laughed mockingly. "Really you love- you love us? Don't lie you little slut" steve was about to cum but he contained himself not giving you the satisfaction.

"I'm not lying...i really, really love you both. I'm sorry about everything." A million things were going on Steve's mind.

Just then Steve's phone rang, he picked it up from the night stand while still in you.

"hmm alright I'll be there-" he spoke into the phone. He pulled out of you, leaving you whimpering.

"what happened baby?" Bucky asked , knowing something was wrong.

"nothing it's uh- take her to the safehouse right now, I'll go take care of some things."

Bucky knew better than to argue with steve at times like these so he only nodded.

Steve left the room, Bucky gently cleaned you up, while you were still getting out of the haze. "Pack your things baby." He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"what's going on?" You finally decide to ask

"stevie's orders ,don't ask any questions for a while." He said .

And you complied, going on to pack some of your stuff ,but you had a pretty good idea of what's going on, you took your pistol from the hidden cabinet in your bathroom just in case .

[deviantartdramahub]

Regarding this post: https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/736255445365293056/httpswwwtumblrcomdeviantartdramahub736226648?source=share

"No. I'm not Ilia or Evie. However, I am aware of the situation. It just surprises me that Richard and his friends are so DEADSET against "bullying" and "harassment" that they create accounts like this one. It really shows the character of someone else."

Then you are probably the same female, You are so DEADSET as well against for "bullying" and "harassment" that they create accounts as the same, But you are. If you just surprises you. Then why would you acting like a idiot? It never shows the character before you attack him.

"And how would you report me if I don't have an account on tumblr? or if I do, how would you figure out my username? - You can't. Cause I won't say anything and this blog allows for anonymous messages."

Yes i can figure out your message, Cause i have to find you which you are. If you are villains, Then you have to quit instead of other social media. Why don't you making up yourself for not listening to me? - This blog allows for anonymouse messages.

"All you and richard are to me is a bunch of whiney little babies who are so mad and angy for being banned on dA and without evidence of WHO it was that actually got the account banned, you resort in threats, harassment, cyberbully, everything that you are trying to fight against"

You are stupid idiotic, They are NOT little fucking babies who are so mad. They pissed off because you never leave HIM alone with a fake evidence that he did, But he did NOT. You resort in evading, harassment, cyberbully, everything that you are trying to come over to harassing him. How about you fuck off until he will finally get his real evidence of her soon, You will never stop him.

"You're not winning anything. You're just falling for the oldest trick in the book. Try harder richard."

How dare you misgender me by calling me a richard, I am female because i created my channel on tumblr, And i am evil clone of her because i made her quit tumblr. So she finally quit tumblr so she never return, Try harder too misgender idiotic. Now go quit bringing his past instead.

I'll give you each one more response in this. If things haven't progressed by then, we're skipping over this conversation.

My responses to this are the same as to the other ones. Nobody is proving anything here.

[femmmie]

Day 28 of kinktober 2023: The dress

Ship: arangela

Kink: obsessing over clothing? Idk.

Snippet: Angela smiled. "Come here, you dork," she said and pulled Arasha close.

"Please, not that dress. It's already so distracting when she's in the room..."

Arasha's expression was as composed as always, carefully concealing her inner world. But that world teemed over with deep feelings, most of them surrounding Angela, who just walked into the lunch area of the Smosh office. The dress Angela wore was airy and loose, yet flattering. Then again, she could make anything look good.

"Oh, but to be a gentle breeze, blowing underneath that dress, between your thighs..." Arasha couldn't help but imagine being Zephyrus, god of the West Wind.

"Hey Arash," Angela greeted, her black - second hand - Yeezys complementing the breezy dress. She removed her sunglasses, a deliberate reveal of her beautifully made-up eyes.

"Angie!" Arasha's replied enthusiastically. It was all very fake. Arasha's true feelings: "Oh my god, let me get lost in your eyes forever, let me worship at your feet, let me make you feel like the princess you are and provide for you for the rest of our lives..." What she said, though: "Your makeup is on point, bro."

"Thanks, bruh! This makeup artist course is really beginning to pay off."

"Good for you!"

They high-fived.

Arasha found herself captivated again by Angela's magnetic personality. Angela's laughter was light and infectious. Like a drug, inspiring, or rather demanding Arasha to be at her funniest, just to hear it again. And the entire time, the dress was very present, like it was radiating something to Arasha, weakening her usual defenses. It freaked her out.

Arasha's facade flickered for a rare moment. "Your eyes have never looked better! I mean, they always look good, you always look fine, good, pretty.."

Damn. Arasha couldn't afford to lose her cool like this. Quickly, she put on the pokerface again.

Angela was flattered. "You have a way with words today, girl. It's almost like you're flirting with me."

"Flirting? My stoic ass? Not a chance."

Angela's grin widened. "Stoic? Please. I know you. You have feelings. You just dont want to show them. But i can sense that they're there."

Wow, Angela was good. Too good. Arasha's heartbeat quickened, even as she willed herself to look deadpan into Angela's mesmerizing eyes.

Arasha felt herself being pulled towards Angela. And Angela was moving closer as well. Angela looked even better, smoother, and smelled amazing, from up-close.

Arasha farted. It send the two of them off into hysterics. Their laughter faded into a shared smile as the door creaked open, capturing their attention. Shayne entered with his usual mischievous grin and twinkle in his blue eyes.

"What are you two up to? Scheming?" He asked with a thespian hint in his voice, making both women laugh yet again.

"Naturally. Scheming is our foundation." Arasha was back in the game. This distraction was just what she needed to recollect herself.

Angela chimed in, feigning seriousness. "You caught us, Shayne. Our silly comedic empire is about to rise from the shadows as we overtake Smosh today. Tomorrow, the world!!"

But Shayne wasn't so easily fooled. He observed them and sensed something, a vibe that went beyond banter between his colleagues. "You two, it's like watching a rom-com unfold right before my eyes. The tension, the chemistry, it's all there." Not him too! Arasha was pissed. Apparently, she was not back in the game after all.

Arasha's large, unexpressive eyes widened in mock innocence. "A rom-com, Shayne? You surely jest."

Angela chimed in, her voice teasing. "Yes, Shayne. We're far too complex for such a simplistic genre."

"Alright, have it your way," Shayne said, and decided to leave them alone. He thought about it as he walked away, his blonde brows lightly furrowed. Arangela? Angerasha? Hmm, I'll think of a better one."

~

"Arasha?"

"Whaddup, bro?"

"Stop it."

"Stop what, bro?"

"You're the worst."

Angela pushed Arasha's shoulder playfully. It felt electrifying to Arasha. How she longed to touch, feel underneath that dress.

"Arasha, listen. Shayne was kinda right. I don't know about you. But I gotta be honest. I think you're hot as fuck."

Angela turned very red.

"Do what you will with that information."

Angela looked at Arasha with that innocent, boyish yet feminine, cute as fuck face of hers. Arasha was dumbstruck. How would she respond to this? Let the pokerface down? Would that scare Angela? What should she do? She just stayed quiet. But she looked desperately at Angela's lips, she couldn't help herself.

"I know you feel something too, Arash, but please, you gotta give me something. Please?"

"Angela," Arasha's voice was different. None of the confidence, none of the humor or sarcasm she usually wore as an armor. Her voice was high-pitched and soft-spoken. "Angela... Ang. Angie, I know, I don't know, I do, I do, I, I think you're so so pretty, and attractive, but you know, I don't want to be a creep or anything."

"A creep? I'd never think you're a creep. Do you think I'm a creep?"

"Oh no! No, never! Well, Angie, okay, alright, where do we go from here?"

They looked at each other.

"I think we could start out with a little kiss?"

"Hmm, yeah, sure, yeah, that's right, why didn't I think of that."

Angela smiled. "Come here, you dork," she said and pulled Arasha close.

Her lips were so soft. Her smell, fresh, soapy, just out of the shower. And her dress chafed gently against Arasha's body. She felt like she would go insane. It only lasted one moment, but it seemed like eternity. Then, Arasha couldn't help it. She had to be a clown. That's just what she was.

"Oh my god, that is one epic fart."

"It sure is."

[mothvalentino]

ཐིཋྀ "You're not my fucking maid.", Val growls but releases Angie's arm.

He yells for Kitty and a few moments later, the robot comes swooshing into the greenhouse. After taking a few steps aside, Val orders her to clean up the mess, voice harsh and gestures tense.

While the Robo Fizz hurries to obey his command, his rage simmers within, jaw clenched tight as he tries to resist verbally lashing out. It's infuriating because it's true, everything Angel says strikes a chord that makes him want to scream and tear things apart. A wild animal caught in a trap with no way of escaping.

"Why don't you piss the hell off then and see if I lied."

For a moment, the anger inside his chest is replaced by sorrow as Val remembers how this encounter had started. How, for a short amount of time, they had been able to peacefully enjoy each other's company. Until reality came crashing down on them like a sudden rain shower in summer.

A heavy silence settles over the room until the moth's chest deflates with a sigh.

"I'm never going to change, Angie...", he admits quietly,

"... I don't want to. Being destructive has kept me alive when I was human and it still protects me in death. I've seen and done too much. There's no other way for me to exist. The person you love is a part of me but you'll never get him without the rest."

it’s  more  to  distract  himself.  angel  doesn’t  want  to  even  look  valentino’s  way  anymore;  and  apparently  his  only  solution  was  to  busy  himself  with  the  mess  on  the  ground.  he  needed  to  do  this,  not  out  of  responsibility  but  rather  out  of  his  own  volition,  deciding  that  he  could  at  least  clean  up  a  bit  before  he  doesn’t  have  to  listen  to  val’s  demands  to  do  it  anymore.

it  takes  everything  in  him  to  not  clench  his  fists  down  onto  the  glass  he’s  already  picked  up  when  valentino  grabs  him  by  the  arm  and  pulls  him  back  up,  reminding  himself  to  let  go  before  he  does  any  real  damage  to  himself.  the  couple  of  shards  of  glass  he’d  managed  to  pick  up  dropped  to  the  ground  and  angel  watches  it  happen,  breath  caught  in  his  throat   -    and  he  takes  a  moment,  before  finally  narrowing  his  eyes,  looking  at  valentino.

❝ let  me  go. ❞    his  words  are  flat,  as  he  attempts  to  tug  his  arm  back  away  from  the  other.    ❝ you  have  no  right  to  scold  me  on  that.  after  all  this  time,  you  have  no  right  to  tell  me  not  to  clean  up  after  your  fucking  mistakes.  look  at  you!  are  you  that  fucking  emotionally  stunted  that  you’d  rather  someone  hit  you  than  just  talk?  i  apologised  because  i  mean  it.  learn  to  accept  an  apology  that  needs  to  be  said. ❞

angel had really thought that he had said his piece - but it comes out freely now, as though unable to keep it in anymore.  ❝ you  won’t  fix  your  own,  someone  always  has  to  do  it  for  you.  just  like  how  i  had  to  make  you  realise  how  fucking  shit  you’ve  been  just  to  gain  a  reaction!  so  let  go  of  me,  and  let  me  tidy  this  fucking  mess,  val.  unless  you’ve  lied  this  entire  evening  too,  and  made  that  contract  tearing  a  fucking  illusion,  and  i'm  a  fucking  idiot,    as   usual,    for  believing  you. ❞