#money orders epitomizes

[thebumblingbee]

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#guys send help #i want to order pizza for dinner but i do not have the money #but i really cannot be bothered to cook #and i'm pretty sure i am getting sick because I have full body aches #and i could honestly cry over wanting pizza but not being able to have it #and yes i am fully aware that this is the epitome of first world problems #but it still is making me very sad #(my alternative dinner was deviled eggs but i am out of mustard)

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Chemtrails Over the Country Club ﹏

Luke Castellan X fem!aphrodite reader

In which Luke comes to recruit you.

a/n: Honestly this fic is so unserious and unhinged 😭😭 also listen. Idk how this got so long but it did. Also don’t know how this got so angsty but it did. Anyways takes place during sea of monsters just some heated making out and arguing mentions of bullying kinda Luke being well Luke. This was supposed to be inspired by I can see you by Taylor swift but then it got really long and angsty so here’s a little playlist of all the songs that inspired this. (Listen in order or don’t idc) Not proofread yeah that’s it lmk if I missed something.

Reflections- The Neighborhood

Chemtails Over the Country Club -Lana Del Rey

Money power Glory- Lana Del Rey

I Can See You - Taylor swift

Listening time- 17 mins

Word Count- 4.9k

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There was no one at camp who hadn’t heard the story of the night Percy Jackson returned.

It was a night of triumph as the son of Poseidon had saved Olympus and prevented war, until Luke castellan outed himself as the lighting thief and disappear.

And just like triumph came it diminished and once more there was talk of war.

But between all of this there was just something you couldn’t wrap your head around.

After the summer solstice most people left feeling frazzled, those like you who stayed for the remainder of the term continued picking sides preparing for the war that was said to come just like before Percy had returned.

Just like all the other cabins yours had come to a consensus as well, despite the fact your mother was a war goddess most were against a war out of hatred and spite for the gods and while you agreed part of you couldn’t help but feel…different.

Sure you were against a war breaking out any sane person would be, but part of you couldn’t help but sympathize with Luke.

See for a while you were your mother’s pride and joy, the epitome of what it meant to be Aphrodites daughter. You were charming, sweet, and had a beauty that could only come from the goddess of love and beauty herself and you lived for for the love and attention of your peers and your mother til you realized that was all you had to offer, and once someone sweeter, kinder, prettier came along you were left with nothing.

Your mother gave you everything, and then she took it all away.

It was humiliating being the “dumb Aphrodite kid” constantly being ridiculed for being shallow and vain but how could you not when all you were left with was your beauty?

You couldn’t even recount the amount of times you had sobbed and sobbed and sobbed about it the amount of times that you had prayed to something that you hoped could be bigger than the gods to give you a different parent someone who could gift you with knowledge or wisdom or skill or creativity just something that could make you feel like you were more like you were worthy, for a while you even considered joining the hunt. It wasn’t like your mother would ever let anyone endure the misery that would be loving you.

However despite all of this Luke still saw you.

You weren’t exactly friends throughout your time at camp half-blood but he treated you a hell of a lot better than most of his siblings whom would just look at you and whistle.

Whenever you two would spar he’d always give you a real challenge not letting you stop until you finally beat him and it was during the brief conversations after these moments where you found yourself seeing bits of you in him.

You were both runaways desperate to cling to something,desperate for glory, nobodies son and nobodies daughter; the wasted potential of your parents.

It was for this reason that you found yourself laying awake in the middle of the night pondering about Luke. War was bad for everyone there was no question about it and no sane person would just start of war out of spite. You knew it wasn’t right but part of you felt like he had to have had a reason for his doings something that had to have pushed him over the edge.

You hated to admit it but for the months he’s was gone you were miserable. You were loosing yourself without your conversations with Luke and worst of all you were loosing your beauty.

Sure it sounded vain but it was an odd phenomenon that occurred one in a million. See Aphrodites kids lived off of love, self and that of others it was one of the things that helped them thrive, and seeing as you were lacking both your hair began to thin and your face had begun hollowing out,suddenly you really started to feel for Luke.

It was your last straw, and what you would go on to say was your reason for the decision you made the night you saw him.

It was Labor Day weekend which also happened to be the last weekend before most began returning to camp and it was tradition for the year round campers to throw a final intimate campfire.

You had tried to ride out the night with some of your siblings but you had found it to be just as insufferable so you made your way back to your cabin.

It was quiet for a change, and for a minute it felt quite peaceful as you felt yourself closing your eyes until you heard the cabin door open once more.

You had expected to look up and see one of your siblings but instead, it was him.

You wore a shocked expression on your face your eyes looking his body up and down.

it was really him.

You didn’t know how to react he looked the same wearing sweatpants and a gray hoodie that hugged his arms a bit tighter, he had been training.

Despite the fact that he looked the same you knew he wasn’t, all you knew was that he was out for blood and he was standing infront of you.

Breathing was getting harder, as you moved back onto your bed your eyes stuck on the man infront of you.

“What…what do you want with me?” You asked still completely dumbfounded.

“Relax…..i have no intentions of hurting you.”

His expression remained the same, he was calm and collected. You felt absolutely insane.

“Why are you here Luke” you asked trying to match his tone and failing as the shakiness of your voice came through.

“I’m here to recruit you.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “Why me?”

“Because I think you can help me. You see when people see you all they see is a pretty face……they underestimate you, but i can see you y/n. And as far as I’m concerned you’re the smartest demigod i know” He sounded so sure of himself for a second you almost believed him.

“You’re lying” You scoffed as you watched his expression change he wasn’t as calm as he was before, he persistent on recruiting you

“Would you look around y/n? You’re the only one who even knows I’m here. Everyone else is oblivious not just to this but everything. You see the world differently, you understand me y/n i need you.”

“But why would should I?” It was vain. You needed no more convincing.

“If you join me no one is ever gonna dare look at you the wrong way, ever. I won’t let them underestimate you y/n.”

It wasn’t right. You knew it in your gut it wasn’t.

But for once in your life you felt seen,wanted, you had the chance to do something that was bigger than yourself.

“When do we leave?”

“It’s not quite like that, I need eyes on the inside….just for now until Percy arrives…not that he’ll be staying long.” Your expression dimmed as he spoke.

“You have to trust me on this”

“How do you know you can trust me?”

“I don’t, but I do know something.”

“You’re your mother’s daughter. As much as we all despise them it doesn’t change the facts. And the fact is you Aphrodite kids are too loyal for your own good.

He could read you like a book, yet there was something freeing about the vulnerability you felt, like he was setting you free.

“I’m in”

He walked closer to you placing a few golden drachmas into your hand before closing your palm.

“I expect to hear from you soon.”

You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into.

The next couple of weeks were quiet, until they weren’t.Thalias tree had been poisoned and monsters were getting closer and closer each day,something told you it was Luke behind it. If you were right it was redundant to call him but something inside of you was telling you to call him anyways, so you grabbed a golden drachma from the pile that had been hiding away in your vanity followed by a prism of clear quartz and hoped for the best.

“Oh iris goddess of the rainbow please accept my offering” A rainbow reflected upon the window next to your bunk.

“Give me Luke Castellan, Princess andromeda, New York Harbor”

When you got to Luke he was in a meeting and didn’t notice your message at first but he looked different. His curls were shorter,shiner, like he had started taking care of them. He was wearing an emerald button up, trousers, and loafers that you could’ve sworn were gucci. To say he looked attractive was an understatement.

“It’s about time” He said startling you a bit as you had begun to zone out.

“I think you know why im calling, Thalias tree is dying”

“Perfect” a smirk landed on his face.

“That’s not it though. The barrier’s diminishing there’s talk about having twenty-four seven security on half blood hill and Clarisse is already there like every hour of the day”

His expression changed.

“How fast can you get to New York harbor?”

“I’m not finished. Chiron doesn’t want Percy going to camp this year, says it too dangerous.”

That was it, his eyes darkened as his mind wandered aimlessly in panic. He looked no where near as confident as he did just minutes ago.

“Pack up im calling a car, we’ll figure out what to do about Percy once you’re here”

You watched as his face quickly faded from the kaleidoscope of colors. Something was wrong very wrong but whatever it was he trusted you with it, and you trusted him.

Packing was always your specialty, you’d had the ability to pack your entire life into a duffel bag since you had started coming to camp; shoes,toiletries makeup, on bottom, in the upper part underwear, pants,dresses, shirts, in that order, and right on-top the thing that was missing this go around. The bright orange colored “Camp Half-Blood” shirts.

There was something almost liberating about being able to abandon them on your bed. Maybe that’s why the gods always abandoned their children.

It wasn’t hard slipping out from camp, not than anyone really noticed you nowadays but it was dinner hour, and by the time it was over you were already boarding the Princess Andromeda where you were greeted by a cabin stewardess.

“Good evening Ms. Y/n. We’ve been expecting you” She was tall blonde and had dry almost scale-y hands, something told you she wasn’t exactly human but you didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

She took your bags and led you to your room, the decor ironically reminiscent of the Poseidon cabin.

“Mr Castellan needs you in the orlop at ten but until then feel free to enjoy any and all amenities, enjoy your stay.”

You nodded as you watched her leave the room closing the door behind you.

You began to unpack while simultaneously trying to figure out what to wear. You weren’t exactly sure what the dress code was for a meeting to plan the downfall of Percy Jackson but based off of what you’d seen Luke wearing in your iris message you assumed business formal.

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you’d pack the dress, it was a gift from your mother from when she’d actually bothered to try and have a relationship with you. It was a long black dress with chains around the waist. You hadn’t worn it in months. The words that came out of her mouth as she handed it to you played in your head on repeat.

“Your beauty is all powerful. What you do with that is of your choosing but choose wisely.”

You weren’t sure if you believed that anymore, if you believed her at all. But the dress felt appropriate.

You let your hair down and got ready applying some light makeup, something you hadn’t done since last summer. Meanwhile you’d thought about what people had said about Luke last summer, wondering if they’d say the same things about you once they found out, if they’d call you a “traitor” and a “monster” But If what you were doing was so wrong then how come you finally felt like yourself again?

A bit later the stewardess who had greeted you earlier escorted you down some corridors to the bottom deck to an old maintenance room that was now being used as a lair of sorts.

Inside Luke was sitting crouched over in a chair with his head down,next to him was Chris Rodriguez one if his siblings you’d seen around camp and two other men who appeared to be older than you three.

Tensions were high, you felt it as soon as you walked in.

As he heard you walk in Luke looked up adjusting himself as he looked your body up and down.

“Good you’re here. Take a seat we don’t have much time.” He said as he motioned to the seat next to him.

You sat down, the other two men watching you closely.

“How much do you know?” One of the anonymous men asked.

“Percy was supposed to go back to camp at the end of this week, Thursday. Chiron has been trying to convince Sally Jackson otherwise but Percy Himself isn’t aware of the state of camp.” You said

“He doesn’t get to camp he can’t take the bait and all of this is fucked we need a plan and we need it now.” Luke was getting agitated.

“We need to make him not going not an option.” Chris added.

“Exactly” luke replied

It was silent for a moment, the sound of Luke tapping his foot filled the room until one of the men spoke.

“I know some people we can call up, get him in some trouble at school. If he’s still under the impression camp is safe he’ll go running to Chiron.”

You watched as a wave of relief washed over Luke’s face.

“Get to it we don’t have time to waste.”

The man nodded before walking out of the room followed by the other man.

“Hey man I’m gonna go grab a drink you want?”

“Yeah I’ll meet you there” Luke said to him as Chris nodded before walking out.

You watched as he left your eyes locking on Luke once you heard the door shut. He looked even better than he did in the iris message now that you were seeing him in person. You couldn’t help but imagine things that would make even your mom blush.

“You came” He said as he turned to face you.

You sound suprised”

“Not surprised, relieved. Without your intel Percy wouldve had us chasing our own tail. I’m glad you made it.” He sounded sweet, genuine. It was hard to believe he was the same person people had talking about at camp.

“Glad I’m here.” You said shooting him a soft smile as he stood up offering out his hand, you took it as you stood up.

“You wanna come with?” He asked motioning to the door.

“I’m ok, I’ll see you later”

“I tried” He said with a fake dramatic sigh as he held his hand to his heart you rolled your eyes at his antics.

“You look good y/n” He said before exiting the room.

His words shouldn’t have made your heart flutter like they did, you were nothing more to him than a pawn, but if he could get something out of this why couldn’t you?

You decided to grab a jacket from your room and make your way up to the deck, it was late and empty for the most part as you settled on the ledge of the boat looking out at the New York skyline in the distance, the Brooklyn bridge illuminating the night sky. As much as you may have hated the gods you had to give them some credit. They picked a beautiful city to move Olympus too.

“What are you doing?” You heard from behind you as you turned to face Luke.

“Admiring the view” you responded letting out a sigh at the look of his face of disdain.

“It’s not safe out here, they’ll smell you.” He said as he walked towards you his expression ever so slowly relaxing.

“nothing you can’t handle.” You replied with a smirk. It was true, Luke was the best swordsmen you knew there wasn’t a monster he couldn’t handle.

“Doesn’t mean you can just go around getting into trouble, what am I your saving grace?”

Hearing those words come out of his mouth made you blush, he really did save you.

Cmon, you ought to get back to your room” he said as hey began walking back inside.

“It’s ok I’ll find my way around” you said as you scurried infront of him.

“Nonsense youre staying next to me I’ll walk you” Luke replied continuing to walk as you stopped in your tracks.

“You know I can look out for myself”

“Believe me I know, you wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t…..it just helps me sleep at night.” There was something comforting about his words that made you smile as you caught up to him.

“Kinda sounds like you do wanna save” you teased as you walked alongside him.

“Did I not?” He replied making a fake face of confusion causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah you totally did” you said as you entered the hallway your rooms were on.

“Get some rest, things should be pretty calm til we get to Miami.” Luke said resting his arm on your shoulder.

“What’re we doing in Miami?” You asked.

“Just….rest up”

“I’ll see you in the morning then” You said as you walked down to your room glancing at him down the hallway one last time before entering.

You couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t think about anything at all really. Only his words that replayed in your head over and over and over and the way his lips seemed to glisten and the way his shirt hugged his arms and most of all fthe fact that there was nearly a thin wall separating you and Luke, and the things you’d be able to hear through it.

For the first time in months you slept like a rock knowing you weren’t alone knowing there was someone looking out for you. Sure you weren’t helpless but you weren’t against the idea of Luke wanting to look out for you.

The rest of the day was nice, peaceful, for the most part that was until evening.

Word got around Annabeth had single handled gotten Percy back to camp and they were figuring out things too quickly which called for an emergency meeting meaning Luke practically dragged you out of your room while you were half dressed leaving you in a tank top and some sweatpants.

“Wait so what’s happening?” You asked as you scurried to the lower deck

“Clarisse was sent on a quest to go obtain the Golden Fleece for Thalias tree”

“Which is good for us right?”

“Wrong, cause we had assumed Percy would go”

“So what now?”

“‘thing is because of that we had started to reroute only to find out the impertinent shit and his entourage are planning on joining her” He said slamming open the door to the old maintence room and slamming it just as quickly as she opened it.

“Listen Luke our options are limited-“ Chris stated as you entered the room.

“You think I don’t know that?” Luke hissed.

“I’m just saying our best bet is to lure him on board when he gets to the harbor.”

You scowled at his words. “We can’t do that”

“Says who?” Chris scoffed

“It’s not logical. We’d be risking everything we know little nothing we don’t know who or what he could have with him all we know is who he is and he is not to be underestimated for this to work we need more. We might aswell be serving ourselves up on a silver platter”

“She has a point” One of the guys from yesterday responded as you felt Chris’ piercing eyes on you.

“Why should we listen to her? She’s always just been a dumb Aphrodite girl what like that changed overnight”

Your heart sank. Just like that you were back at camp.

“Excuse me?”

“Y/n-“ Luke said reaching out for your arm only to be pushed away.

“No what the fuck did you just say? Aphrodite may be my mother but atleast I know who my godly parent it. You’re just an unclaimed kid who Hermes took pity on so if I were you I wouldn’t be talking.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“This is a fucking joke you’re a fucking joke-“ You cursed as you stormed out Luke following quickly behind you.

“What the fuck was that?” He shouted as you walked into your room

“I don’t know you tell me”

“You can’t do that”

“I thought we had an agreed no more of that bullshit but i guess since it’s your best fucking friend that doesn’t apply to him huh?”

“What’s it gonna take for you to keep your fucking mouth shut huh?” He shouted cornering you into a wall.

You were tongue tied. For the first time you’d seen the monster people had described at camp for months. But under the anger in his eyes you saw something else, a deep hunger and desire.

“I’m sorry-“

“Luke” you cried out as you swallowed a lump in your throat causing it to come out as more of a breathy moan.

You watched his eyes lighten as the anger turned into pure lust in his eyes your shaky hand making its way up to his neck only to be met by his wrist.

“If his happens you will be putting yourself into immediate danger, and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe but not a single person can know. You are my weakness and if someone figured that out I cannot assure you that you won’t end up dead and I can’t loose anyone else y/n especially not you, but you have to understand I will not have you mess this operation up do you understand?”

You couldn’t speak.

“I said do you understand?” His voice was louder harsher.

“Yes”

The moment the word slipped off your tongue his lips were pressed against yours with full force. There was absolutely nothing romantic about the way his hands gripped at your sides and the way his lips gnawed at your skin. It was pure lust and desire.

And it was everything you had ever wished for.

you despised your mother, but for once in your life you couldn’t thank her enough.

It was rushed and sloppy but Luke had never needed anything in his life so badly like he needed you.

He could’ve kissed you forever and it still wouldn’t have been enough, his tongue longing for the taste of you the moment you pulled away from him.

“Not a word about this.”

“Maybe you’ll just have to keep me quiet.”

#percy jackson #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #charlie bushnell #sea of monsters #pjo series #luv aubrey <33

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Bad Excuses & Blue Slushies

Summary: After playing hard to get for so long, you finally agreed to go on a date with Steve. When he stands you up, he comes back with the strangest excuse as to why.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Content/Warning: no season 4 spoilers (season 3 spoilers though), fluff with some angst, swearing

Word Count: 2.9k

You hastily tied your red bandana around your neck as you ran into Starcourt Mall.

Your scuffed converse skidded along the tiled floor as you sprinted into Scoops Ahoy, headed to punch yourself in before you were late.

“I already punched you in,” Steve spoke from the register, handing change back to a customer.

“Thanks,” you heaved, hunched over and trying to catch your breath, “My. bike. broke. Had. to. run. over. 2. miles. in. this. stupid. fucking. uniform.”

Steve grinned, “Well, at least you still look as gorgeous as ever.”

“Ha-ha, very funny” you deadpanned, “I do a nice thing and agreed to cover Robin’s shift and this is how I’m repaid.”

“Wow, I’m hurt,” Steve clutched his chest in fake agony, “I pay you a compliment and I’m met with cold sarcasm.”

“Sorry if I find it very hard to believe that the Steve Harrington thinks a sweaty girl in an unflattering sailor’s costume is the epitome of beauty,” you retaliated.

“All the boxes on my dream girl checklist are ticked off,” Steve grinned, “What are you doing Friday night?”

“And how is that your business?” you inquired.

“Because I’m trying to ask you out,” Steve replied.

You let out an audible laugh, stifling it as a customer came into the shop.

“Ahoy there! What can I get for you today, matey?” you greeted them.

“Can I have a large chocolate overboard cone please?” the older woman ordered.

“Right away, ma’am,” you began scooping the ice cream.

“Come on,” Steve continued, “Give me one good reason you won’t go out with me on Friday.”

“Steve,” you chastised, “I’m with a customer.”

“She doesn’t mind. Do you?” Steve looked to the woman.

“Oh no, I’m loving this. Why won’t you go out with this hunk, sweetie?” she asked you.

“Steve, tell this woman where you were just last night?”

“On a date with Stacy Johnson,” he sighed.

“And two days before that?” you inquired.

“With Stephanie Williams but-”

You interrupted him, “I rest my case. $4.82, ma’am,” you handed her her ice cream.

“She makes a compelling case,” the lady handed you the money, “Have a good day, dears.”

“I can list more reasons if that’s not enough for you,” you grinned at Steve who scowled in return.

-

After cleaning up after the store had closed, Steve locked the doors as you waited for him.

“Until next shift, Harrington,” you waved goodbye to him as you entered the parking lot.

“Wait, your bike is broken,” he spoke.

“I’m aware,” you replied.

“Well, how are you getting home?” he continued.

“Walking, I guess. My parents aren’t home,” you shrugged.

“Let me give you a ride,” he offered.

“You live on the opposite end of town and we just worked a double, I’m sure you want to get home. I’ll be okay, really,” you assured him.

“I don’t feel comfortable letting you walk miles home in the dark. Just please get in,” he returned, opening the passenger side of his car

“Fine,” you sighed, getting in, “Thank you.”

Steve started the car and pulled out of the parking lot just before you added, “But if you try any funny business, I will snap your neck.”

Steve chuckled, “I’d expect nothing less.”

You rested your head against the window, completely exhausted after your shift. You hated to admit it but Steve was right. If you walked home alone in the dark, you probably would have fallen asleep in a ditch about half a mile in.

“Are you ready for the math test tomorrow?” Steve broke the relative silence of the car.

“I didn’t even know you knew I was in your class,” you snorted.

“Believe it or not, Y/N, I notice you,” Steve spoke.

You hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t believe it. Steve was popular, you were decidedly not. There’s simply no good reason he should have any interest in you whatsoever.

“To answer your question, no. I’m completely unprepared but I’m ready to wing it and hope for the best,” you responded.

“That's my strategy with everything in life,” Steve smiled.

He flicked on his blinker as he turned down your road.

“One chance, Y/N,” Steve spoke, “You go out with me Friday night and if it goes bad, I won’t ever bother you again. Deal?

“Why are you so hellbent on me going out with you? Have you seriously run out of all other options?”

“Is it really that hard to believe that I genuinely want to go out with you?” Steve asked, pulling into your driveway.

“Yes, very much so actually,” you spoke softly.

Steve put the car in park and turned to look at you, “I find you witty, intelligent, gorgeous, and overall remarkable. Yes, I do go on a lot of dates but that is because I’m trying to find the right girl for me. No one else makes me laugh like you do, Y/N. No one else could make me so excited to work an eight hour shift scooping ice cream in an overcrowded mall. Frankly, all the past girls don’t even hold a candle to you, Y/N. They’re boring and you’re so incredibly the opposite.”

You relented “Friday night?”

Steve smiled widely, “I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You opened the car door and slipped out of the seat, “I’m looking forward to being nowhere near how high your expectations of me are.”

Steve wholeheartedly laughed, “I’m looking forward to making you admit you actually had fun for once…and on a date with ‘the Steve Harrington’,” he quoted you.

“I’d. rather. die.” you grinned, “Good night, Steve.”

“Night, Y/N,” he waved and watched you until you were safe inside your house before pulling out into the road.

-

Friday night was finally here. You’d never admit it out loud but you were actually looking forward to hanging out with Steve. Even a bit nervous.

You doubted any of your normal wardrobe was suitable for a first date so you bought a sage green skirt at the mall after one of your shifts that week.

You paired it with a plain white tank top and your usual black high top converse (you couldn’t stray too far from who you really were).

You straightened your hair and almost poked yourself in the eye putting on mascara.

“Not too bad, Y/N,” you surveyed yourself in the mirror once you were finally ready.

You grabbed your purse and sat on the front steps of your house, waiting for Steve to arrive.

Ten minutes late was excusable, his hair routine was quite complicated and thorough.

Twenty minutes, maybe there was just really bad traffic.

Thirty minutes was pushing it.

You called it quits when the clock hit 8:01. If he tried to show up any later than this, you wouldn’t be going out with him regardless.

You sulked back inside and stripped off your outfit, trading it in for pajamas. You wiped off your makeup and put your hair up in a ponytail.

This is how your Friday night was supposed to go anyways, minus the crushing disappointment of being stood up.

You pulled a pint of ice cream out of the freezer and clicked on the TV, trying to distract yourself from the pain of rejection.

-

You woke up in the same spot on the couch the next morning, the TV still on and your empty ice cream carton sticking to the coffee table.

You had the opening shift at work today so you forced yourself to get up and change into that god-awful uniform.

Luckily, you managed to fix your bike so you could get to work on time.

However, that didn’t seem to matter because when you pulled into the parking lot, the mall was completely burnt to the ground.

You set your bike down on the sidewalk and ran up to a group of firefighters who were chatting.

“Excuse me?” you asked, “What happened?”

“We don’t know much of anything right now, sweetheart. Just that the whole place set ablaze last night. Two casualties,” he reported.

“May I ask who?” you gulped, suddenly concerned for Steve’s safety.

“Chief Hopper and Billy Hargrove,” he stated.

“That’s awful,” you shook your head in disbelief.

Sure, you weren’t really a big fan of Billy but you didn’t want him dead.

“You should get back home. I doubt you’ll be working for a while,” the firefighter turned back to his group.

You biked home, trying to process all this information. You must have zoned out and gone into autopilot because when you looked up from your handlebars, you were home.

Except there was a very unwelcome guest leaning against his car hood in your driveway, waiting for you.

His face was clearly swollen and bruised.

“Don’t you look pretty?” you quipped, hopping off your bike and pushing it up your driveway.

“Y/N, can we please talk?”

“Let me remind you of our deal, Harrington. I give you one chance and if it doesn’t go well, you won’t bother me ever again. Suffice to say, it didn’t go well. It didn’t go at all actually cause you didn’t fucking show up.”

“Yes but I have a really good excuse,” Steve countered.

“Try me.”

“I was kidnapped by Russians who have a secret laboratory under the mall,” Steve spoke like it wasn’t the most bizarre statement ever.

“Yeah, okay,” you laughed, “So when’s our next date?”

“Really?!”

“No, moron!” you snapped back, “Clearly, that’s so made up. If you’re going to lie, at least make it something believable. Or, just tell me the truth that you didn’t want to go on a date with me! Or even better, don’t ask me out just to mess with my feelings if you aren’t going to fucking show up,” you yelled.

You could feel the tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.

“Robin was there too! You can ask her,” Steve insisted, “Or Dustin. Dustin Henderson who comes into the shop all the time.”

“Sure thing, I’ll just ask your two best friends who would clearly lie for you and just believe every word they say,” you sarcastically replied.

“You have to believe me, Y/N. I seriously wouldn’t miss this date if this didn’t happen.”

“Please just go home and stop bothering me, Steve,” the tears started to roll down your cheeks, “Please.”

“Alright, I’ll go,” Steve relented, witnessing the pain he was putting you through, “Um, you have my number if you ever wanna call. I guess I won’t be seeing you at work for a while.”

“I think that’s for the best,” you sighed, wiping your eyes against your sleeve.

You turned to go inside and placed your hand on the doorknob.

“Is there any way I can make this up to you?” Steve called out.

“Not unless you can actually prove you’re telling the truth,” you spoke before heading inside and locking the door behind you.

-

“That’ll be $11.37, sir,” you slid the box of cigarettes and soda back across the counter.

The man handed you a twenty and you gave him his change before he returned back to his car at the gas pump.

Since the mall was still in ashes, maybe never to be rebuilt, you had to look for work elsewhere. You got a job at the gas station convenience store in town.

Despite not having to wear that stupid sailor uniform, you hated it more than Scoops Ahoy. It was lonely.

You wished the mall hadn’t burnt down. You wish you could still be scooping ice cream with Steve. And you wish he hadn’t stood you up so you could still hang out with him.

I mean you technically still could, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to go crawling back to him, only to be most likely stood up again.

A familiar maroon BMW pulled into the gas station. Great.

The bell chimed above the door, meaning he had entered but you kept your head down.

You heard his footsteps stop when he realized it was you behind the counter.

He cleared his throat, “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Got to make money somehow,” you replied.

“Twenty dollars on pump two,” he slid a twenty across the table.

“That all?” you asked.

“Add a large blue slushie and M&M’s too please,” Steve pulled out another five from his wallet before heading to fill his cup.

You handed him back his change as he set the cup back down at the counter. He pocketed the change and began to leave.

“Um, you’re forgetting your stuff,” you gestured to the counter in confusion.

“Oh, those are for you. They’re your favorites, right?”

“Yeah, they are. Um, thanks, I guess.”

“When does your shift end?” Steve asked.

You glanced at the clock, “An hour and twenty minutes.”

“Do you mind if I bother you once last time tonight?”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt, I’m already bored out of my mind. I’m literally counting holes in the wall at this point.”

“Okay, stay right there,” Steve spoke, “I’ll be back in 30.”

“It’s my job. I’m kinda stuck here,” you smiled ever so slightly.

“Right,” Steve remembered, “That was stupid. Anyways, I’ll be right back.”

You watched Steve run out to his car and swiftly pull out of the gas station.

“He forgot to get his gas,” you laughed to yourself as you refunded his money.

-

As promised, Steve was back in 27 minutes and 42 seconds. No, you weren’t counting.

He was followed into the store by a young girl who had her arms crossed.

“This is Erica Sinclair,” he introduced her to you.

“Um, hello,” you waved to her.

“Tell Y/N how you feel about me,” he prompted her.

“He’s a nerd who spends way too much time on his hair. He’s not very bright which might explain why the majority of his friends are like five years younger than him. And he wasn’t even that good scooping ice cream,” Erica sassed.

“So you agree she doesn’t like me?” Steve looked to you as you stifled a laugh.

“Yeah, I would say so,” you replied, giving Erica a high-five.

“Erica, what happened on the night of Friday, July 4th?” Steve asked her.

“I had to go through this tunnel in the ceiling at the mall because I was bribed with free cream for life. But then, we discovered this secret elevator and the older kids got captured. Basically long story short, we saved their asses from evil Russians who were trying to open up this portal thingy.”

“How do I know you’re not paying her to say whatever you want?” you asked.

“Oh, I’m being paid to come here,” Erica answered, “Erica does nothing for free. But I wouldn’t lie on this guy’s behalf just to get him a girlfriend who is way out of his league.”

“Okay, that’s enough from you,” Steve handed her a twenty, “Please go wait in the car.”

Erica happily skipped outside.

“I can’t say I believe it but I guess I’ll just have to trust you on this,” you spoke.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.”

“Should I not be?” you questioned.

“No, you definitely should be. I’m 100% telling you the truth here,” he answered sincerely.

The more that you thought about it, it was way too crazy of a story to make up as an excuse. Plus, that would explain the bruises all over his face that morning. And the reason for the mall fire was still a mystery so you couldn’t exactly disprove him.

“One more chance, Harrington. I’m serious. No excuses this time, not even evil Russians.”

“Yes, thank you! I promise you won’t regret it,” he smiled widely.

“I really don’t know why this was worth all your trouble. A date with me already cost you twenty bucks in bribe money.”

“Worth every single penny,” Steve replied.

You just stared at him. How was he so damn charming all the time? You hated it. That was a lie. You were a sucker for it.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips. He noticed and smirked.

“Do you want to kiss the Steve Harrington, Y/N?” he spoke smugly, leaning over the counter.

“Nope.”

Such a lie.

“That’s a real shame cause I really want to kiss you,” he answered.

You blushed, finally giving in and leaning to meet him halfway. It was gentle and deliberate, as if he was scared one wrong move would have you disappear from his life again.

His hands came up to cup your cheeks, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tasted like peppermint gum and cherry chapstick.

When he pulled away, you felt like you were floating. Your lips tingled with a fuzzy sensation.

He leaned his forehead up against yours, “I have to bring Erica home before her bedtime. Lucas is covering for her.”

“Don’t forget to actually get your gas on the way out this time,” you whispered, smiling.

“Give me another blue slushie. I think they’re my favorite now too,” he grinned.

A/N: sorry if you were expecting a spencer reid fic lol. i tried writing for a different character, i would love to know what you thought <3

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington hurt/comfort

[vantaesfairie]

𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡 : 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢

atlty’s tarot readings: art commissions, paid readings, spell ritual comms open!

choose a pile below:

pile 1, swimming raccoon:

self assured, a leader, someone who always takes charge and leads with grace. may be giving orders right then or managing something. looks regal or just has the royalty boss vibe. probably has smooth hair. has an assertive voice.

indecisive. slow to make decisions, thinks a lot. always wants to find out the truth behind everything before any steps are walked. they may have a darker side to them they haven't shown anybody. may look kind of flighty when alone.

old soul type of vibe. somewhat of a people pleaser, full of longing towards love. might be dressing in white and blue. has an intense and soft gaze at the same time. quiet person but you can see the cogs turning in their head.

pile 2, tarot card raccoon:

has a lot of familial and/or masculine energy. probably looks stingy with their money or just unapproachable in general at first. a bit isolated from the social life. they choose to be alone. a person who would rather work individually than in a group. might look bitchy.

a family person. loves dogs, probably has white dogs. might like more eccentric patterned art. enjoys spending time with their relatives and/or siblings. they are social when you get to know them type of feeling. likes the colour blue i think.

a water moon sign energy. wise and willing to share how they feel. like an oyster opening up. they may have short hair and look older than they actually are. feels like you have to break down some walls before you see the emotional side.

pile 3, fat raccoon stuck in drain:

they will probably have a very childish and sunny energy to the point where you think is this person pretending to be this happy or are they actually always like this. wears their heart on their sleeve. looks like they daydream a lot.

likes to wear colourful clothes or short tops. always wants to try more things. also an animal lover. likes singing perhaps. literally the epitome of golden retriever sunshine. may be quite reckless when it comes to spending money or making decisions.

likes flowers, especially lotuses or magnolias. pinkish white flowers. very willing to share and take care of people around them. enjoys being at the beach or doing water sports.

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#tarot #witchblr #pac #witchcraft #pick a card #tarotblr #astrology #small business #divination #support #intuitive #pile #deck #arcana #major #swords #wands #pentacles #spiritual #commissions open

[lizordula]

Reminders

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Summary: A cozy afternoon with your favorite redhead, filled with hot chocolate, a first, and memories being made.

Warnings: ---

Word Count: ~1.1k

A/N: Just a short fluffy fic to match the chilly winter season ^^

It's a late afternoon on a quiet November day. Outside, the sun is setting, and its last remaining rays of light flood your apartment, casting an incandescent, orangy glow into your living room. Round stains litter the wooden surface of your couch table like a minimalistic painting of soap bubbles, left behind by the mugs of hot chocolate you had earlier. 

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(Your mother always admonishes you for not using any coasters whenever she comes over, warning you that someday the oak might stain, but it doesn't bother you much. You find it charming when a home carries physical reminders of the people who have lived in it, epitomizing their moments of perfectly mundane joy.)

You smile fondly at the redhead lying in your arms, whose soft snoring is drowned out by the ambient noise of The Princess Pride playing quietly in the background. Her face peaks out from behind the curtain of her vivid hair, and gentle puffs of air escape her parted lips, blowing a strand of hair on her face back and forth. Her brows are knitted ever so slightly, making you wonder what she is dreaming about. 

Today, Abbott's second-graders went down to the skating rink at Delaware River to sell cookies and raise money for their joined end-of-year Christmas party. Afterward, Melissa came straight to your apartment. She let herself in with the spare key you had made for her, teeth still chattering, her cheeks and the tip of her nose delightfully flushed from the chilly weather. She unwrapped her emerald scarf and shrugged off her leather jacket. As you rose to your tiptoes and kissed her hello, Melissa's icy fingertips slithered underneath your plaid flannel shirt, making you yelp in surprise. The redhead pulled back with a teasing grin, reluctantly detangling her hands from the warm confines of your clothes, and you decided that hot chocolate was in order. 

That's how you wound up on the couch, curled into Melissa's side and sipping on winter's liquid gold while she told you about her day, fondly recounting how she had to wrangle students who escaped onto the rink back to the stand and how the little rascals made her proud with their negotiating skills. Here and there, a yawn slipped into her sentences, so you stood up to place the mugs in the kitchen sink and suggested she take a nap. 

She's not that tired, she insisted as she settled between your legs and laid her head on your chest, one hand thrown over your torso, Let's just watch a movie.

Not even halfway into the movie, she drifted off, soothed into the realm of unconsciousness by your fingers playing with her hair and the rhythmic pattern of your chest rising and falling beneath her head. Soon, her grip on you slackened, and her breathing evened out. Fondness had bloomed in your chest when you noticed how soft and unguarded Melissa looked.

You have been sitting like this for nearly an hour now. Your neck hurts from having to turn your head at the TV at all times, and you are pretty sure that your right foot, which has been tucked underneath Melissa's legs for warmth, has gone numb. Still, you haven't dared to move in trepidation of startling the redhead out of her peaceful slumber.

(In your relationship, it has taken Melissa a lot of time to even let you be the big spoon, never mind fall asleep in your arms, so it warms your heart that she feels comfortable and safe enough with you to let her guard down like this. The moment is precious to you, as is Melissa, and you want to preserve it as long as possible.)

The movie is almost over when Melissa stirs in your lap. You watch as she slowly comes to, lifting her head and blinking her eyes groggily. Her hair is slightly disheveled, so you reach out and gently smooth an errant strand of hair behind her ear. At your touch, she lifts her head and locks eyes with you, giving you a lazy smile.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," you mutter quietly, not because you don't want to startle Melissa, but because it feels appropriate to speak in whispers when the light filters in and bathes her in a reverent glow, her hair fanned across your chest like a copper halo.

Melissa smiles at the obviously teasing tone in your voice and stretches her limbs, making her shoulder pop. "How long was I out?" she rasps out.

God, you love how gravelly her voice sounds after sleep.

"Almost an hour," you say quietly and slide your hands to Melissa's lower back, softly kneading where she will no doubt feel the consequences of her sleeping position later on. "I couldn't bear to wake you. You looked so peaceful."

Melissa hums in contentment. "Well, thank you for being my human pillow."

You melt when Melissa, instead of sitting up, rests her head on your stomach again and tightens her grip around you. "Always," you reply warmly, "feeling better?"

"Mh, much better," Melissa murmurs against your flannel shirt. You inhale sharply when she slides the hem up to reveal your hipbone and places a chaste kiss against your skin there. "In fact, my energy is fully replenished."

You shiver when the air hits your exposed skin and watch intently as Melissa turns around in your grasp and props herself up, now crawling up between your legs.

"That does sound good," you croak and clear your throat. You tell yourself that your voice only throttles from being used at full volume again. "Not here, though. I need to get some circulation back in my body."

Melissa grimaces slightly when she looks down at your squished position, realizing you probably haven't moved in more than an hour.

"Sorry," she winces and quickly detangles from you, "come on." She holds out her hands, and you gladly take them, letting yourself get hoisted up into a standing position. Melissa's hands grasp your hips as you steady yourself and lift the heels of your feet alternatingly to make the pinpricks traveling up your legs disappear.

"Normally, I'm the one that has to get hoisted out off the couch," Melissa remarks, mirth evident in her voice. 

You snort at her jab and disengage from her grasp to turn off the TV and blow out the candles. Melissa points at the circular stains on the coffee table. "Should I wipe these off for ya, hun?"

Tilting your head in contemplation, you consider the rings of hot chocolate. You smile to yourself, then, remembering your mother's words.

"Leave them."

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader

[iheartpeppino]

So I actually downloaded a recording of McPig's DOOM stream he did before he released The Noise Update for Pizza Tower, and for multiple days watched through the entire thing in order to learn more about Maurice Spaghetti.

Maurice is the guy dressed like Peppino in this ending screen from Swap Mode. He's Peppino's brother who criticizes Peppino for literally everything and bullies him for no fucking reason other than to be a dick. He is also the epitome of toxic conservative American masculinity in human form. Maurice claims to hate Peppino, though he never explicitly states why.

I, however, have a theory: Peppino is a better person who's accomplished way more than Maurice could ever hope to, and Maurice knows this, and he's jealous.

Peppino owns his own business and works hard, while Maurice is working in a "garbage factory" for a living, and wasting his money on his gambling addiction. Also, Maurice scammed Nonna Spaghetti into buying $8000 worth of psychic crystals so he could predict horse races. Plus he physically assaults everyone around him if they so much as breathe wrong, so... yeah, it's pretty clear Maurice is a scumbag we're meant to hate. Peppino definitely has his moments of selfishness, but even he expressed disgust at Maurice's bullshit.

It's funny, but... I kinda wish I had a plushie of Maurice so I can beat the crap out of it.

Oh, did I forget to mention Maurice has a son? He's Maurice Spaghetti Jr. and apparently "named after the smartest man [Maurice] know[s]". I feel so bad for his kid...

EDIT: I edited this post a bit in order to add a point I had been TRYING to make but apparently forgot to type. I'm sorry about that.

#pizza tower #screenshots #maurice spaghetti #the noise update #pizza tower spoilers #spoilers #maurice spaghetti jr

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

i see a lot of opinions around, about death, and why she didn't intervene in dream's imprisonment

and i think a lot of people have trouble reconciling the idea that she does care about him, with the fact that she didn't do anything?

so then you get the theories that she couldn't have saved him (as if burgess was ever a match for the endless, he only got dream because dream was still recovering from burning out 99% of his power in overture), or that she was stuck by the rules of the endless not interfering with each other (that's a whole other convoluted discussion topic)

but i feel like these theories all kinda. misread, who death is. or rather, they sort of assume she's a human being with the same mentality as a human, and not the literal personification of death

of course she cares about her brother. and of course she technically had the power to intervene. but think about her existence. think about the way in which she knows everyone, the life she's lived for billions of years, and the life she knows she'll live until she's the last consciousness left in the universe

she's an inherently passive entity, she has to be. because her entire purpose is to stand there for the end of every life in existence, often horrific and violent and unfair ones, and to tell them that's just the way of things. to ensure that that fate does indeed come to pass. she knows how everyone is going to die and she just has to keep talking to them like she doesn't

when she was younger, it was different. granted, she refused to help dream then too, because (at least according to dream) all the endless were incredibly prideful when they were young, and wouldn't even have tried to help each other. but also, we have her word that at one point her job got overwhelming. the fact that she had to stand by and watch so much tragedy, to ensure it happened, really got to her. and for a while, she stopped. one of the few times if not the only time she has ever made a strong decision in the face of fate - she stopped collecting souls. and that turned out much worse. in order to exist as herself, she had to find a way to not only be okay with who she is, but find meaning in it. the person who would get involved, who would stand up against unfairness, that person cannot be death of the endless

and think about death as a concept, for a sec, not just as a person. death is patient. death will come for everyone in time, but time is meaningless to it. i like this panel, from endless nights, for connecting that with death the person, because she is always there and always waiting (in this story she waits here for anywhere between 10 and 200 years, depending on how you look at it. and she explains in this story that time doesn't really work the same to her as it does to everyone else. time is her father, after all. she can wait. she will always wait.)

even when she takes human form, like we see in high cost of living, she is the epitome of go with the flow. she just follows where the universe takes her, doesn't try to change anything, just lets her curiosity and love for humanity put her in whatever situation fate decided she should be. and fate (whether that's her brother, the fates, or something else entirely) does play some role in it, because her human form was created with $10.02 in her pocket, which is the exact amount of money she ended up needing to spend that day. and she trusts that she won't need more than that, no matter how many questions are thrown at her about it

which is not an inherently bad thing! because living in the moment means she is so much more alive than her siblings, it gives her the ability to offer so much more empathy towards the mortals she has to spend most of her time with, it makes her in many ways a wonderful person. she's just, not a person of action

death doesn't show she cares by stopping the bad things from happening to you. she shows she cares by being there for you after. by having the patience, despite her busy job, to sit and chat with every single person who's ever lived, and to comfort them in the best way she knows how

which is exactly what she did

#i am very tired rn so hopefully this is coherent #but i've been thinking about this again a lot recently #like. that 'i know' to dream. it's the same way she talks to everyone else #100 years is really not long to her #and she probably knew he'd be okay eventually #or i mean. okay from that anyway #i do have a lot of thoughts about how this applies to the everything in the later story but that is for another post when i have more brain #death of the endless #dream of the endless #the sandman #meta #mine #(to be clear do not stop with the death saves dream aus those are fun to read for the sibling content) #(but yeah avenging angel not usually her style)

[yullsmb]

One of the most important things for me in The Secret History, is the comparison between the Dionysian and Apollonian roots.

I shall start my rumbling with providing their descriptions, according to Nietzsche and his The Birth of Tragedy:

Apollonian represents all types of form or structure. It is about rational thought also.

Dionysian covers the forms of enthusiasm and ecstasy. It is drunkenness and madness.

How I see it represented in TSH?

Well, not really hard to point immediately one thing - the Dionysian ritual itself. That is what we talk about, when we say «Oh, that's some Dionysian type of shit here». This ritual is all about loosing oneself in order to see THE Dionysus. It's brutal, its ruthless, it's even bloody. All 4 of them end up covered in literal human blood of the man they killed.

The whole dynamic of the group is also rather Dionysian. Henry indeed tries hard to be all that rational and cold-blooded person, but at the end of the day, he's the one who got so excited after learning about the ritual, that he decided to took it upon himself to try.

The group? They agree to try. Rather they're all intimidated by Henry, or interested themselves. After the ritual they did quite awoke their primal instincts, that are so Dionysian.

Each of them even is a person who does not oppose any desires. Bunny? Oh please, he is a litteral embodiment of Dionysus. The twins? Yep, guilty as charged, though Camilla tries to hold back (or Richard just romanticises her, hm?). Francis? Sorry love, but yes, that's what money and an absent parent did to you.

Opposed to this world, very small and limited in population I must say, is literally everthing around them. And everyone. Our lovely Richard not-so-reliable-narrator Papen is the epitome of the Apollonian. He is rather reserved person, who took control of himself to get into the college And after everything that happened he gathered himself to actually finish the education. His hometown, Plano, is a very structured place, as we gather along the way. The Papens are like that too, pure resemblance. And Richard tries so hard to leave it behind him and loosen himself a bit. Dropping out of the medical college? Check. Going to study humanities? Check. Joining a questionable Greek class? Check. Becoming an accomplice to murder? Count him in!

Richard is enamoured by the idea of letting go, but he will never let go of that Apollonian part of him. It is just in his upbringing, one cannot easily get rid of it.

The thing about the Dionysian and Apollonian is that they do quite work together, however the clash may be destructive. Richard, who actually got associated with all of the group, who portrais everything we know about the Dionysian, is mentally destructed in the end.

Francis, Camilla and Charles also did have at least an ounce of Apollonian, so they're alive, yes. But good Lord, are they destroyed.

But still, the clash is also the source of creativity. Richard's repentance is incredibly beautifully formulated and written.

We don't really get the look on what the others have created, maybe (a series of novels from Camilla sounds nice, actually), but I sure hope that the clash created something extraordinarily amazing for them. They got their punishment already, let them live.

#donna tartt #the secret history #tsh #secret history #richard papen #henry winter #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #francis abernathy #edmund corcoran #bunny corcoran #friedrich nietzsche #frederick nietzsche #dark academia #academia #chaotic academia #literature

[misty-lake101]

Here are some more random headcanons for Team Chaotix! Most are from their earlier days, not necessarily in chronological order.

——

Charmy was only a couple months old when Vector found him. He had a stinger that was getting sharper and was already attempting to fly.

Speaking of which, Charmy has crashed into walls before. It scared the hell out of Vector and Espio at first, at least until Charmy sat up and giggled like nothing happened. That was when Vector decided he was wearing a helmet.

Their current house is two stories with a kitchen and two bedrooms. Espio and Charmy share a room while Vector has his own. Before this, they lived in a tiny studio apartment.

Years before starting the agency, Vector studied at a local community college while working full time at a music store.

Charmy was an absolute terror as a toddler (and still is, honestly). He loves to prank Vector and Espio. Of course, Espio is the victim of most of them - that also gave him an advantage because now he can anticipate them better than Vector can.

Espio has worked part time to help Vector with money, despite the crocodile’s insistence that it wasn’t necessary.

Vector has used a child leash for Charmy. In most cases, it was a godsend when the little bee was younger and learning to fly. But there were a few times where it backfired. Charmy has still managed to launch himself so forcefully into the air that when Espio tried to pull him back, he got dragged along with him.

Espio only knew some broken English around the time he met Vector. His first language was Japanese and he was also fluent in Chinese and Italian. But once they moved to Soumerca, Espio diligently worked on improving and perfecting his English. Then being the epitome of an overachiever, he proceeded to continue learning even more languages because you never know!

Vector has an older brother who he’s not on speaking terms with.

#espio the chameleon #charmy bee #vector the crocodile #team chaotix #team chaotix found family #sonic headcanons

[tarotwitchy]

Hi, sending ♥️♥️♥️ for you! Hope all is great out there!

I would like to know from you which placements can indicate a person obsessive with power and money?

• PLACEMENTS THAT INDICATE A PERSON THAT'S OBSESSIVE WITH POWER AND MONEY •

I personally love this ask. So, thank you for submitting this one. Long post ahead!

🎩 Capricorn in the 1st, 4th, 8th, and 10th House

This sign situated in the 1st house (Ascendant) would make a person have laser-like focus on achieving a powerful image to show the public, and accumulating the hefty sum of money to back it up.

In the 4th house, Capricorn would like to flex their achievements — such as a high societal standing and amassed wealth — unto the family unit; most importantly, to their parents. They want to prove that they can make it on their own, if not, better than their predecessors.

Capricorn in the 8th house is a placement that makes the native have secret agendas to be at the top of the social pyramid without anyone knowing how they do it, or why. These natives are internally prideful in their value as a person, and would definitely want to leave a powerful name and legacy well after their deaths.

In its original house, Capricorn in the 10th house is the epitome of power, money, and control. They are seen as people who are born to have these qualities because almost everyone can feel and see their potential to make it to the top. And these natives take that impression very seriously.

🎩 Jupiter aspecting Saturn (especially Conjunct)

This is a powerful union between these planets, especially if it's in conjunction — which is quite rare. Regardless of the type of aspect, natives with this placement are almost always followed by power; no matter if it's good power, or bad.

If these planets are aspecting positively, we get someone who knows their own capabilities to reach great power. Perhaps, they already have a head-start in life, and are already somewhat power in their own right. But these natives know what they're capable of. And they will make sure to put that into good use, and make something out of themselves. (Natalie Portman has this placement in conjunction, and look at how sought after she was since she was still a fledgling actress. Another example is Meghan Markle. Say what you will about the woman but money and power followed her in life).

If these planets are negatively aspected, the same effects are to be expected. However, there are a lot of hurdles ahead of this native before they reach the pinnacle of power and heights of money they desire. But all these challenges and suffering only make these natives want power and money more than anything now. The prospect that all of their sacrifice and hardwork will eventually bear successful outcomes fuel these natives' drive to push harder than ever.

🎩 Mars aspecting Saturn (especially hard aspects)

With the same sentiments as the aspect above, Mars-Saturn hard aspects make someone more obsessed and focused on gaining everything they want in life. And these natives learn early on that in order to get the most in life, they'd need all the power and money they can get. Also, they will be aggressive about it. It is not wise to get in between these people and their ambitions.

🎩 Mars aspecting Pluto (all kinds of aspects)

I'd be remiss if I don't talk about the planetary connection between these two. Being able to amass and embody power are one of the most important goals these natives have. Of course, power looks different for many of us. But being able to wield that power is crucial for people with this placement. And more often than not, they also use this power to acquire money. (They also use money as a source of power in itself!)

If negative aspected, these natives need to be very cautious not to hurt themselves and others when they don't get things their way. If power and money don't come easy for you, please remember to be patient. Don't start a warpath just to get what you want.

Bruce Lee has these two planets aspecting, and he ended up disciplining his physical power to train his body to do his bidding. Instead of being a brute about his martial arts skills, he harnessed the power for good, and trained himself to control the power he holds.

🎩 Mercury aspecting both Saturn and Pluto

Having Mercury aspecting both Saturn and Pluto at the same time gives you a native that can almost be Machiavellian in nature. They can, of course, use their intellectual skills for the better of all. But if they let their obsessions about money and power consume them, they can easily be those who are seen as heartless and cutthroat in whatever field they are in. This placement gives me real Lex Luthor vibes.

🎩 Heavy Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, and Capricorn influence in the chart (especially if these signs are all in your big 6 combined)

All of these signs are known for their potential and risk for being obsessed with money and power. But if you're wondering why Libra is there, let me explain. People tend to glance past Libra-dominant natives as if they're all just diplomatic, peacemaking folks. But if you really examine what's going on, why do you think Librans are really keen on being seen as a pacifist? Librans employ a great strategy on getting well with everyone because it's their tactic to eliminate as much hostile and aggressive competition as possible, all while they keep their eyes on the prize of achieving power!

Not to mention, Venus is the planet of Libra; which governs all things beautiful and aesthetically pleasing. These natives know that some beauty in life doesn't come for free. People severely underestimate Librans, please don't.

🎩 8th House Stellium/Personal Planets on the 8th

Lastly, we all know how the 8th house governs power and monetary fortune. Obsessions about these things run deep in natives who have a Stellium in this house, or their personal planets residing here.

In my experience, most (not all) people I've seen with this placement are quite nepotistic. They may not come from extreme wealth, but their family has the money to walk the talk, and these natives know that. They know they also have to live up to their family's expectations of greatness — or continuing the line of wealth — so they definitely feel the obsession to reach great heights in power and money.

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#astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astro placements #astro community #astro aspects #astro asks #astrology notes #astrology observations #astrology placements #astrology community #astrology aspects #astrology asks #divination #pac #scorpio #capricorn #taurus #leo #virgo #libra #8th house #10th house

[jmdbjk]

This really needs to be a...

Bangtan Weekly Report

They really are pulling us kicking and screaming along with them. If we choose to go, that is.

Normalizing naked Bangtan...so much more exposed skin these days. Smoking Bangtan (audible pearl clutching and gasping occurred)...vaping, whatever, we don't have to approve but it's not illegal. Cussing/swearing Bangtan... F-bombs flying from everyone EVEN JIMIN! Tattooed Bangtan... long gone are the days of using dishwashing gloves to conceal tattoos. Bangtan who wants to express themselves with even more explicit sensuality... Jimin having to forewarn us that we will see him being touched during a choreography (more pearl clutching omg). Bangtan who wants us to be more engaging and less vapid during the valuable and rare moments they choose to try to spend time with us...don't hold back Tae. Normalizing Bangtan enlisting in the military service, no matter how hard it is for us to send them off... our able-bodied sunshine:

They want to be raw... explicit... real humans. Imagine that?

They want us to be ok with them being the awesome and free artists that they WANT to be.

Army needs to grow up, act more mature and intelligent, be less alarmist, divisive and more open-minded. Still think it's scripted and fan service? Stay stuck in the past if you want, the rest of us will move on.

I know we think we are all these things because I see it on the daily everyone on their high horse on all platforms spouting their righteousness over everyone else. It's tiring y'all. Cultivate a little humility maybe? Stop judging petty, irrelevant shit.

Yoongi said so many things surrounding this album and the documentary but especially started kicking everyone in the teeth with Haegeum.

SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS, KING!

"Interpretation is free for all, out with the nonsense, freedom of expression, could be reason for somebody's death, could you still consider that freedom?"

"If your convictions are reflected in your judgement and speculations and you believe your freedom is on the same level as others' then don't hesitate, just get on board, liberation from all that's forbidden."

"This song's simply about freeing what's forbidden."

What is the most volatile forbidden thing? Bangtan being able to date openly in public like normal people. If only we can finally set that free? Bangtan being able to touch each other and other people... hell, just STAND next to another person... without a tsunami of jealousy from the outside world. If only we could erase that toxicity.

In the MV, Yoongi's "outlaw character" proceeds to go to his living space with his bag full of money, being pursued by "law and order." In his space he has everything and is "free" but of course what kind of freedom is that? He stares at the epitome of his life: a goldfish in a water tank.

Law and order being corrupt. The outlaw coming and taking without remorse.

"Slaves to capitalism, slaves to money, slaves to hatred and prejudice, slaves to YouTube, slaves to flexin'... selfishness and greed have gone off the rails."

"Everyone's been blinded by envy and jealousy, without realizing they're putting shackles on each other."

PREACH, KING!

We are all slaves to capitalism. You can't be sitting here reading this unless you are beholden to some capitalist technology company. None of this is free. But we can choose not to be slaves of hatred and prejudice.

My thought for the day (something very esoteric)...Yoongi killing Billboard with his chopsticks. BTS is here to stay motherfuckers. And they're gonna eat while they are here.

#i think they are aware of EVERYTHING said #EVERYTHING I TELL YOU! #i mean...he killed a guy with chopsticks and then ate noodles with them #but how did he not get blood on his shirt? #FREE BANGTAN! #does the caged chicken symbolize something? #yoongi running like a madman with his tangerines tho #the visuals are stunning in this cinematic masterpiece #did i mention yet i'm going to see yoongi? #bangtan weekly report

[zaenaris]

Personally I see a lot of despair in Koko's eyes (see the bags under his eyes) and the epitome of his guilt; guilt for not saving Akane and because he's probably afraid that Inupi also used him for his own gain like everyone else, which is not the case of course but it's a delicate moment and Inupi touched a sore point, but one that was imperative to address because, in the end, Inupi had a point, Koko couldn't forgive himself for Akane's death even if it wasn't his fault. Koko rationally knew she was gone, but he couldn't let his guilt go.

Inupi is desperately trying to reason with Koko, (the way Seishu's voice just breaks when he screams he's SEISHU and not Akane destroyed me, kudos Enoki Junya) but Koko is still not ready to forgive himself and accept that he simply wants to be with Inupi (he needs another 2.5 years and a separation to get to that point) so I, personally, see a lot of despair in that look, I see Koko feeling that he has let down, once again, the people he cares about: Seishu and Akane.

He probably feels that he let Seishu down because he doesn't want to join Tenjiku with him even if Koko made sure to prepare a place for him because, in Koko's mind, Tenjiku was the safest option. And because, for all that time, Koko always tried to do his best.

I've got the feeling that Koko feels he's being judjed by Inupi at that point, he's angry and emotional during the whole fight with Inupi (and in the anime even sadder and more defeated), he shouts at him to "stop looking at him with that face". The official translation in my native language imho conveys better this feeling because Koko says "Don't look at me with those eyes full of contempt" and then he talks in past sentence regarding everything he did, all the requested he accepted in the past in order to make money.

Imho this is Koko projecting his own anger towards himself: sure, Inupi is worried for Koko, a part of him is mad at Koko because Inupi has perfectly understood Koko's problems and his guilt, while Koko clearly isn't ready to face the problem and I guess Inupi is tired, emotionally drained by that situation (let's keep in mind Inupi's fears as well, he wants to believe Koko sticks with him because he wants to, but he's also afraid to be seen as a substitute).

But also let's not forget that, with all the history they have, Koko also probably doesn't feel at peace with himself in his relationship with Inupi for the reasons we know: the fact that Koko saved him while shouting Akane's name and then he couldn't save her.

We know that Koko wants to be with Inupi as he choses to do in the last arc, but they never addressed their problems, even if i'm sure that Koko is happy that Inupi survived;

and I understand it wouldn't have been easy; to this day, I have no idea how Koko might have felt after the fire, it was such a terrible situation.

Then there was the kiss of course, the moment where, imho, Koko admits to himself for the first time he has feelings for Inupi and not for Akane. The same Akane that stopped him from kissing her and gave him an important lesson: "kiss only the person you like".

But it's terrible realization given their traumatic past, saving Inupi "by chance", his guilt for not saving Akane, the promise he did to her to protect her, the life of crime he was living that he hated and Akane wouldn't have condone. Let's not even start thinking about what it mean to be not-straight in a society like Japan...

Anyway, a part of Koko wants to go on, as implied by his character song and confirmed by his decisions in the last arc. But it's not easy, Koko sees himself as unredeemable for a long time, while he knows, because he sees it during the Tenjiku arc, that Inupi can live a good life without him, while he can't see himself living without making money in the worst way for the worst people

And in my opinion it is no accident that he caresses the scar, Inupi's hallmark more than anything else

He would like to be with Inupi, but he knows he has done bad things to get there that he can tell he is not proud of.

Inupi is pursuing an ideal by staying with Toman, which Koko cannot accept because he is too disillusioned and thinks he has no other choice (plus Tenjiku was the safest solution when they had their fight; then we know Tenjiku "loses", but Koko was trying to be rational, at least, before the Akane's topic came up.)

Inupi is more rational/lucid in regards to Akane and Koko's money obsession; maybe it was just a narrative decision, maybe it's a trait of Inupi's personality, maybe Inupi realized and processed many things off screen, whatever, but it seems to me that Inupi has a better grasp of the actual problem in their relationship, his own obsession with Black Dragoon (clearly a way to cope) and has somehow processed the trauma better; not that he's over it, otherwise he wouldn't shout at Koko to stop seeing him as Akane, but I see him more emotionally mature in some aspects or at least, he's more honest with himself about the situation, even if he still has his fears.

(There's is also a whole part of headcanons regarding Inupi and Akane and how he must have felt after the fire and her death, knowing that, in Inupi's mind, he wasn't "supposed to live", the grief of losing a sister that he loved, maybe some irrational jealousy because he wasn't Koko's "first choice" -i hate this term, but try to understand Inupi's pov🥲-, but still being sad because Inupi rationally knows it's a terrible thing to think, especially since she's dead, he misses her, has survival guilt, their whole family destroyed, physically, psychologically and economically, but this is more headcanon/fanfiction territory)

#tokyo revengers #inui seishu #kokonoi hajime #inukoko #kokonui #akane inui #tokyorev meta #tokyorev spoilers #tokyorev anime spoilers #zae talks about tr #zaenaris

[filled-with-fat]

Working at McDonald’s

Hi, I’m Archie. I’m 14, I go to a state school in Leeds. I’m skinny, protruding bones, I get called a twink. But I want to be fat, I don’t want to be skinny, weight has never stuck, despite all efforts to get some pudgyness to me, it’s never worked. So tomorrow I start work at McDonald’s.

I got into my shift at 10:00, a 5 hour shift with a 50 minute lunch break. The reason why I chose McDonald’s over any other establishment is each day you get a £2.50 voucher to spend on THEIR food. You might be thinking this ain’t much, but £2.50 on McDonald’s food goes a long way, especially if you add £1 of your own money and spend it all on a meal deal, you can get a Big Mac, Large fries and drink, McFlurry and 2x Chocolate Bars all within budget, and a fat belly should come as free. I spent the whole 50 minutes lunch break eating, and the rest of the time was just boring work.

Slowly but surely, the fat piled on. After every shift my belly was round and full, overstretched by the food it was filled with. Gradually, my belly enlarged, it held more and more food every time I worked there, my belly wobbled a bit with fat, and my ass had swelled to 2 burst-worthy ballons. Soon, my stomach stretched out of size XS shirt I had been given, I was given an M, my backside swelled to a greater extent, I was given a size L in pants. My face got rounder and fuller and I looked red more often, schoolmates commented and joked with how fat I was getting, but I enjoyed it! I felt worthy, I felt like I had accomplished my innermost dreams, and I wasn’t going to stop there. I started working school days and stopped going to classes, I worked 7 hour shift so I got a 2 hour lunch break, which I would spend seated in the “staff only” area filling my belly with goodness. My stomach grew larger, it’s fat formed an overhang which rested on my widening lap, it pushed out of the M sized shirt I had been bestowed and edged towards the table I was eating at, my but cheeks were enviable: 2 swollen basket balls that wobbled as I walked, they had ripped the size L pants I had been given weeks ago, they were now nearly doing the same with the XL ones I was wearing, my face looked fatter and redder with ever, I was slowly becoming the epitome of a McDonald’s worker.

Obesity is kind of expected for McDonald’s workers, that’s the only reason I chose to work their, the free food on offer is some of the most calorific you can buy, and we eat it every day without fail. All of my colleagues, some merely students like me, are already hooked into an obese existence, we are the result of eating the food customers order daily, we’re fat. For me, it’s therefore such an erotic environment!! I started having lunch with a15 year old boy named Alfie. He dropped out of state school and works full time at McDonald’s, He’s about 5ft5, brown hair green eyes, stubby and fat boy, huge belly (twice the size of mine) with unproportionally small legs. Each day at lunch, we challenge each other to how much we can eat, so far he’s winning but I’m not to far behind. He tells me daily how fat my legs and arse are, he jokes with me that I need to go on a diet and that I need to go to a gym, He likes it when I say I just can’t stop eating whilst shoving a BigMac in my mouth and rubbing my belly, he gets turned on when I spill the ketchup all down my Size 2XL t-shirt, he specially likes to wipe it up trying to reach me from his seat across the table(his big belly stops him). He gets erect when I walk infront of him as my whopping ass wobbles behind me, some days he rubs it and shoves a finger through my swarmed cheeks. Me and Alfie shall feed each other until our stomach bursts.

#fat as fuck #fat #fat moobs #fat piggy #fat arms #fatboy #gay fatty #fat tummy #immobile #immobile feedee #too fat to move #fatty #big fatty #gay gainer #make me huge #death feederism #death feedist #huge butt #gay jock #college jock

[ilovewhiteroses]

It Was A Pleasure Doing Business With You

Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN! Accountant Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, cursing Rating: 18+ Note: This fanfic was requested by @spider-bren Thank you for the idea, love!🥰🥰

Clement demanded money from you, which you didn't have, so you had to pay him some other way…

Clement and Sweety were looking at Judge Guy's book at the former's apartment to see who else they could squeeze money out of. Sweety sipped from the drink filled for him while Clement flipped through the book, humming a White Stripes song to himself. He spoke after a few minutes.

"Hm, I know this name." Sweety asked who it was and he told him the name.

"It's familiar to me too, I've seen it in advertisements. They are an accountant and I've heard they are pretty good."

"How someone can be good at the most boring job in the world is a mystery to me, but if you say so." He said cynically and handed the book to his friend, then lit a cigarette. "Listen, what if only I went to get the money now, while you fix your bar." Sweety wasn't too happy about this, knowing that Clement would lose his temper quickly, but he also had to renovate the bar, so he agreed to the request. The blond man looked up the accountant's name on the internet to get their phone number.

After dinner, you were washing the dishes when your phone rang. You wiped your hands and picked it up.

“Hello, Y/N!” a deep male voice spoke into the phone.

"Good evening, how can I help you?" you asked politely.

"Well, I have a book with your name in it and as far as I know, being in it is not good. If you don't want to be in it, bring me $15,000.” You got scared as soon as you heard this. You remembered that a few months ago you had a fight with Alvin Guy over money and that's probably why he included you in the book. If this is how you can get your name out of it, than there is no other choice.

"Um, okay, fine." The man told you exactly where and when to meet.

After you hung up, you thought about the call. The man's voice was familiar to you from somewhere.

The next evening, you arrived at a rooftop parking lot. The place was empty and you were waiting for the man in your car. A black Range Rover arrived. The man got out of it, and you also got out of your own car. When you got closer to him, you saw that it was Clement Mansell, an old acquaintance of yours from college. He dropped out, while you finished.

"Wait a minute! Is that really you? Damn, you haven't aged a day!” he said surprised.

"Yeah, and I can say the same to you. Though you've only changed a little." You told him with a slight smile.

"What are you doing in the Judge’s book? What happened?" he asked with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to one side.

"Oh, well… In addition to accounting, in order to have even more money, I also started money laundering, which Alvin also got involved in. Everything went well for a while, then one day we had this big fight and I think he wrote me in it in anger.

"Shiiit! Money laundering? Damn, you naughty! I thought you were the epitome of innocence!” He said, grinning widely. "Well, let's not waste time! Did you bring the money or what?” He looked at you curiously.

"Well, actually, no."

"No? What do you mean by no? Are you fucking kidding me?" Clement buried his face in his hands and then looked at the sky in anger. "Fuck, I can’t believe it!"

"You think you're the first one who tried to blackmail me? I'm not stupid, of course I didn't bring the money!"

You argued with each other for a good few minutes before you came up with something.

"Listen, I have an idea. What would you say if I pay you in some other way?” You asked biting your lip. The truth is that you secretly had a crush on Clem in college and over the years he just got even hotter…

He looked at you with slightly disapproving eyebrows.

"Wait what? No, I need cash! Although…” He held his chin and thought. "Hm, if I think of it, I've known you for a long time and it's also true that you look damn good..." Suddenly he went up to you and kissed you on the lips. "I have only one condition: we do it in my car and we listen to my tape on which I sing!" He said and you continued the kiss, walking to his car.

He used to sing back then, too and was very keen on his own voice, so you were not surprised by his request.

You got into the back seat of his car, he started playing the tape and then joined you. Once you heard his cover of Seven Nation Army, you started making out and quickly undressed, you didn't want to waste time. You crumpled your clothes and threw them on the seats in front of you and Clement positioned himself so that you sat on him in a riding position and placed him inside you. Everything happened so fast that you even missed the foreplay, but none of you cared. You slowly started to move on his cock and held onto his shoulders with your hands.

“Shit, Y/N! You're not so innocent anymore, are you? I love how bad you've gotten!” He told you with his head thrown back, hands clasped behind it. He grinned smugly as he listened to his own voice and looked at you as you were fucking yourself on him, your ass slapping against his thighs.

"Let’s changed position." he said without any sign and within seconds you found yourself lying on your back on the seat. He leaned in and gave you a quick tongue kiss before moving down to your thighs and biting softly on one and then the other. You moaned and mumbled a low "Fuck". He placed his cock back into you and began to move with quick hip movements. He leaned forward, buried his face in your neck, you were scratching his back and your feet were hitting the roof of the car. You were so into it, it was a wonder the vehicle didn't overturn from the passionate fucking. This is exactly how you imagined Clem during sex: wild and quite selfish, who gets straight to the point.

"You're so sexy, so filthy! You're having sex with me in my stolen car, what would you say if the police caught us right now, at this very moment?" He asked between lustful moans. It certainly wasn't the sexiest dirty talk you've ever heard, but at least it gave you a good chuckle. You closed your eyes and felt him move inside you, your sweaty bodies almost stuck to the leather car seat.

After you came – first him, then you – you stayed like that for a few more minutes, then Clem slowly and carefully pulled himself out of you. He leaned forward and took out a roll of toilet paper from the glove compartment, from which he tore off a larger piece, which he used to clean up your mess, you also wiped yourself as best you could. After you felt that your skin was sufficiently dry, you reached for your clothes on the front seat and slowly got dressed. It wasn't comfortable to have sex in such a situation, you thought to yourself. Clem also put on his clothes and then turned to you.

"Well, what can I say, this round was worth the 15 thousand dollars. I'm not usually that generous, but for the sake of old acquaintance and the damn good sex, I'm tearing your page out of the book.” He took the small book and in front of your eyes he actually tore out the page and gave it to you. You gave him a kiss on the cheek in gratitude.

You both got out of the car and before you got into your own, he said to you.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you! We can meet another time, if you feel like it." Clem said suggestively with a mischievous wink, then waved at you and walked towards his own car.

You went home in a good mood.

Tags: @i-like-the-eyes @demi321win-chester

@thefloatingpickle @merryandrewsworld @delicateteenagerunaway

@sadnessanninthedark @e-dubbc11 @ray-is-dead

#justified: city primeval #clement mansell #clement mansell fanfic #clement mansell x gn reader #boyd holbrook

[legionnaireslover]

Does anyone have a "decoder ring"?

Found this on Mstoxictea's blog today...

I lost my "Haters' Crazy Talk Decoder Ring" so I'm unable to make any sense out of the latest Mstoxictea's rant.

Who is this "individual" who personally got "$300 million" from, I gather by the tags, Disney?

And what does that have to do with BC? I thought the Hater narrative, according to Gator, is that Disney was keeping BC's money SAFE from Eeeeeevil Sophie, in a "trust" - so has that changed and now Disney is "stealing" from BC???

It's hard to keep up with the Hater narrative!

And since when is BC "beimg (sic) denied access to big screen NON-TRIGGERING roles"??? How about this -

"Highly anticipated", "one of the most anticipated... ", "Chalamet isn't the only big name... Benedict Cumberbatch was recently announced... " - that sounds like a VERY big deal for BC!

But I guess Mstoxictea will say that role is "triggering" so it is included in the alleged "abuse" of BC!

But in fact, the Haters probably consider ALL roles to be "triggering" so they still "win" the argument... IN THEIR MINDS!

In reality though, BC's career is doing fine! He's choosing roles that HE LIKES and that fit in with his family life. And that will NEVER satisfy the Haters of course!

And of course we get Mstoxictea's latest rage points about "female representation" in the tags - kind of strange since SHE AND THE REST OF THE HATERS ABSOLUTELY TRASHED "THE END WE START FROM" WHICH WAS THE EPITOME OF FEMALE REPRESENTATION IN FILM MAKING FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN THE FACT THAT SOPHIE HUNTER CUMBERBATCH WAS INVOLVED!

But HYPOCRISY THY NAME IS HATERS seems to be the order of the day!

#benedict cumberbatch #haters #haters just can’t stand to see bc happy! #haters are liars! #morons the lot of them #Msclaritea #Mstoxictea

[mcx7demonbros]

Le Pianiste

(The Pianist)

Ft. Gn!MC, Lucifer

C/W: hurt & comfort

No proofread

You have always been fascinated by the piano and wanted to learn to play the instrument. When you were in the Devildom, watching Lucifer perform prompted you to enroll in a piano course when you came back to the human realm. You wanted to make the Avatar of Pride drop his mouth surprise when you came back to the Devildom.

At first, everything was relatively easy, from basic finger exercises to learning some simple pieces. However, as you advanced, you messed up a lot. Either you didn’t react fast enough when it was demanded, or you made a mistake on during playing, like pressing the wrong key. Although you had committed the positions of music notes to your memory, you became panic when the time came and, for example, press La instead of Sol. Normally, it would be okay to make mistakes. Still, you kept repeating those mistakes over and over again. You became intimidated and panicked when critical moments came. Your teacher tried to reassure you at first, but it didn’t work, and they started to become tired too.

“MC, I think you should call it quits.” Your piano teacher said, you could sense tiredness in their voice.

“Teacher, please give me some more time.” You begged. I really really want to impress him, I can’t quit now. You told yourself.

“MC, you started piano when you were already an adult, it was already an intimidating and great challenge. You haven’t made any progress in many months, and in some aspects, you even regressed. As your teacher, I feel guilty that I keep receiving your money without helping you to improve.”

“But-

“MC, please, it’s just…piano isn’t for untalented layperson like you.”

The words hit hard. You could feel your lips quivering, but you didn’t allow yourself to cry in front of the teacher and your piano classmates. You had Pride too.

“I see.” You put your practice book into your bag, said goodbye to the teacher and left early. Your steps became faster as your cheeks blushed from shame and embarrassment. The image of Lucifer started to resurface in your brain. Lucifer is literally Pride incarnated, and what he represents is the epitome of perfection and excellence. Loving him, you could not help but feel inferior and unworthy of the prideful demon. You decided to learn piano, partly because you were interested in the instrument, partly because you wanted yo ease your insecurity and be worthy of the Morningstar to a certain degree.

Paying a large sum of money to learn a musical instrument just to impress my boyfriend. I must be the only one in the world. I was such a fool. You entered your house and slammed the door shut behind you. Had your mother been living with you, she would have complained about the door slamming.

You dropped you bag to the floor, got on your bed and you drifted off. It would probably be better when you woke up after sleeping your sorrow away.

At the House of Lamentation, the eldest of the house was patrolling in the halls at night to make sure none of his brothers tried to slip ouf of the house to cause trouble.

“Are ya sure?” Lucifer was passing by Mammon’s room and like many times before, the second eldest was being loud again. He intended to knock on the door when the door suddenly opened itself, revealing Mammon preparing to go somewhere.

“Where are you going?” Lucifer asked sternly.

“To visit MC of course, my crows told me MC’s emotionally hurt and it is your fault.”

“My fault?” Lucifer eyes widened in shock at the fact that your name and “hurt” were together but he was even more shocked to hear Mammon said it was his fault. He was in the Devildom the whole time, how could it be his fault? “Mammon, I need explanation.”

“Explanation? Fine. So I had my crows watching MC in the human world to make sure they’re safe and sound…”

“Alright, you stay back home, I’ll put you in charge of the house. I’ll be the one visiting MC.” Lucifer ordered as he went back to his room to prepare.

“Huh, wait what? I was supposed to be the one going.”

You opened your eyes and felt tired and drowsy. You looked outside from the window to find the sun had set.

Ugh. With a exhausted expression on your face, you dragged yourself to the bathroom to have your face washed. After you had finished washing up, you decided to order a pizza or something. You were in no mood for cooking.

Ding…dong

As you were preparing to order a pizza, you heard the doorbell.

“Who’s there?” You asked as you walked towards the door. Since you lived alone, you were scared that some dangerous people would pay you a “visit”.

“It’s me, MC!” You sighed in relief when you heard a familiar voice. Relief soon turned into joy in your heart, because it was your boyfriend. However, you soon realized that he might have come to meet you as he had come to knowledge about your failed piano skill. You didn’t know what to do.

Nevertheless, you took the key, unlocked the door, and opened it.

What greeted you was a large bouquet of flower. It was too big to be honest. You couldn’t even see Lucifer’s face.

“Good evening, Love!” Lucifer greeted as he stepped in the house and handed you the bouquet. But since it was too big, you handed it to him again and let him carry it inside and put it on the table for you.

“Have you had dinner, Love?”

“N…no, I haven’t.”

“Alright, then get ready. I’ll take you to dinner.”

An evening meal with Lucifer is better than delivery pizza anyway. You immediately went to your bedroom and got ready, partly because it was a dinner date, partly you wanted to avoid the eldest’s face.

The first part of the ride to the restaurant was awkward, because you didn’t know what to say. In the end, you summoned all the courage you could to open your mouth.

“So you know…about my failure piano skill?” You asked. You couldn’t believe you actually took the initiative to ask the question.

“There’s nothing about you is failure, Love. So I know nothing about the failure piano skill you speak of.” You were surprised at the Avatar of Pride’s answer.

“I-

“Love, did you learn piano just because you wanted to impress me, or do you love piano?”

“Well, I loved the sound of piano even before I came to Devildom. It was after seeing you play that I decided I wanted to play myself.” You stopped to think before decided to continue, telling Lucifer the whole truth. “You are the mighty Avatar of Pride and all, I feel that I don’t measure up to you, I feel insecure and inferior. So I wanted to use piano to feel worthy of you…to a certain degree. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love piano. So I guess the answer is both.” You didn’t even dare to look into his eyes.

“Oh, Love. You are in no way inferior to me, the Avatar of Pride. Be proud in yourself. You fixed the mess of my family, which no one could have done. For millennia, demons and human alike desire to have my heart, but none of them were able to. My heart, I gave to you, and you alone own it. So don’t let the hypocritical praises of me from those old demons get into your head.”

After hearing those words, it was like you got a massive boost in confidence, you looked at Lucifer. And his crimson eyes met yours briefly, since he had to drive and all.

“About piano, if you truly love the instrument, you should go for it and pursue it to the very end. Starting piano as an adult is an intimidating challenge but it’s not impossible to overcome. Don’t let others’ criticism stop you. Maybe their skill isn’t good enough to guide you to overcome the challenge.” Lucifer’s words made you feel warm inside.

“Then can my boyfriend teach me?” You asked as you looked at Lucifer. His crimson eyes once again met yours.

“Of course, Love. Consider your have got yourself a perfect teacher.”

After the perfect meal, Lucifer drove you home.

“Goodbye, Love! Sweet dream.” Lucifer said as he gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Wait, don’t go.” You suddenly pulled his sleeve. “You can’t just go after making me feel so happy tonight. I want to sleep beside you. Otherwise, I’ll feel very lonely.”

“As you wish, Love!” This time, both of you went for a deep kiss of the lips. Probably, some rumors about you would spark in the neighborhood starting tomorrow. It wasn’t like you care anyway. Tomorrow, you would have something to do - showing off to the teacher and everyone else in the piano class your perfect pianist boyfriend, who had become your new teacher.

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