Wind can be Dangerous
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cornerofmadnessSo the winds are over 60 mph and my parents' shingles are in the yard. Needless to say Dad is pissed. This is a 50 year roof (about 20 years in) but the tar proved to be dried out and this wind took the whole of the roof from what we can tell.
Naturally my 83 y.o. father decides he must go on the roof to try to stop this. He doesn't want help. I'm like fine. And when you blow off....
He didn't. Blow off the roof nor stop the zipper effect. You can still hear the nails pulling free even after 5 hours every time the wind picks back up. At first it was just 5 shingles. By dark it was 3 dozen. Better hope it doesn't begin to rain before an insurance adjuster gets out here. Two hours on hold with the insurance company waiting for someone pick up ended with the call disconnecting at their end.
Before that we had spent the afternoon with my favorite cousin my dad's age in her senior living center. That was very nice. We barely made it home before the wind.
I tried to figure out if my insurance pays for jardiance and dexcom but now it's decided my password isn't my password and any attempt to get it to email me a password reset has failed.
And I called my endocrinologist this morning to see if I could come 30 minutes late (because she's always an h our late anyhow) they were going to call me back. Never did. the problem? They put the appoint on the only day I can't be there without canceling work. And I could have sworn it was monday. It was SUPPOSED to be monday.
I was researching something for a Hazbin Hotel story (not the one below) and I needed to see who was the first woman newscaster in America. The answer was Dorothy Fuldheim in 1947 which is way before I imagined. (Mostly I was double checking to see if Vox could have had a female co anchor in the time period S2 depicted)
I thought she was interesting so have DOrothy's history for Women's History month. You can read about her
here.
So for the fannish 50 part of this, here's my story and my recs
Title: Not Licensed For This
Summary: Angel finds himself caught between a feuding Vox and Val and tries to help them be better partners. What else could he do? An annoyed Val was a dangerous Val and Angel wasn’t putting up with it today.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for Sarajaye in the three sentence ficathon for the prompt Hazbin Hotel, Angel+Vox/Valentino, he unwittingly ends up playing couples therapist for them.
This was also written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
allbingo prompt of tension and for spikesgirl58’s 6 word prompt challenge. The six words were Spirit, Jump, Bracket, Detector, Baby, & Pudding
For some reason I set this pre-season. Just seemed like an interesting time to explore a little.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Vox’s snarl made Angel jump. He cracked an elbow on the aquarium tank glass. Rubbing it, Angel tried to wipe the hostile look from his face. He hated talking to Vox without Valentino most of the time. Normally, though, if they were in the aquarium together, Vox wasn’t so bad. He appreciated that Angel liked his fish. The vicious expression on his face, however, said this wasn’t going to be a good visit.
“You said I could come here on my breaks and watch the fish,” Angel said, taking a step aside as one of Vox’s cables snaked his way. He glared at it and up at Vox. He hoped to hell he wasn’t going to have to fight Vox. He didn’t have the power to shock people and if he shot Vox, Valentino would have shit to say about it.
“After Val being a total jackass just now, the last thing I need is you.” Vox brushed past him and put the metal ladder he kept in the corner into its bracket at the top of the aquarium. He pointed to the fridge on the far side of the room. “Make yourself useful. Bring me their food.”
Angel sighed. Getting chum out of the fridge was better than fighting with Vox. He brought over a bucket of meat he didn’t want to think about. He suspected it might actually be Vox’s lowest earners. “Val’s really in a mood. I get it.”
Vox grunted as Angel handed him up a bloody chunk. “He treated me like he does you. Me! I have no idea what got him so pissed off.”
“You don’t? Vox, it’s Val’s death day today.” Angel watched the sharks come closer to the glass. They parted as Shok.Wav glided closer.
Vox whipped the meat in, a baffled expression on his big fat TV head. “No, it’s not. That’s not until….oh shit.”
“Yeah, he’s really upset you didn’t remember. I mean, even I brought him a huge helping of his favorite treat. You know how he loves Tembleque de coco.”
Vox rolled his eyes and flapped his fingers at Angel who put more chum chunks into his hand. “You know I don’t know that island food stuff.”
“It’s basically panna cotta.”
“Yeah, because putting it into Dago is going to help.” Vox narrowed his eyes and Angel reined in the temptation to feed Vox to his sharks. He got exactly what Val complained about. As much as Val liked Vox, the man carried his prejudices into hell.
“You don’t need to know what it is to know Val loves it. You just need to think about someone else every so often, Vox. Val cares about you.” Angel frowned. He suspected Val loved Vox the way he had once believed Val had loved him. “You need to show him you appreciate that. Val needs that and if he’s your partner, don’t he deserve it?”
Vox shot him a hot look. “What the fuck do you care?”
“If Val is unhappy, it’s not you he hits.”
Vox snorted. “Like I care if he beats you so long as it’s not in public and ruining the image.”
Angel purposely splashed Vox with blood as he handed him more chum. “Val thinks you care about the brand’s image more than you do him.”
Vox made a disparaging noise but a strange expression flitted across his screen. “Get out.”
“Gladly but you know I’m right.”
Angel beat a hasty retreat before Vox tried to fling him to the sharks. Vox would love to do that as much as Angel would love to return the favor. Way to go, dummy. You just tried to patch up their relationship. Where does that leave you? Better question, why do you care?
# # #
“Cut! What the hell are any of you doing? Angel, at least, is showing some spirit. Troy, could you at least look alive while you’re eating his ass?” Valentino raged.
“This is not my favorite scene,” Troy said. He was new and didn’t have Angel’s danger detector. He sidled away from his costar. Just what he needed after dealing with Vox and his relationship issues. A dumb newbie telling a pissed off Valentino no.
“Can’t we just skip to the part where I cover the twink in some baby pudding and move on to the Titfucker. She’s more fun anyhow.”
“Can you not call it that.” Angel made a face. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Angel made a jump to the left.
Valentino took Troy’s scene notes under advisement and answered by blowing his brains out with Moneyshot. He drew a lazy finger through the smoke from the barrel of his pistol. “Take twenty everyone.”
Angel grabbed his robe and jerked it on, glad he had the sense to get out of the splash zone. He carefully approached Valentino. “Val, anything I can do? I know today is rough. Want me to fetch you a cocktail?” Angel didn’t really want to do any of that but it helped to keep Val happy. He could practically smell the tension in the air.
Val shot out of his chair and caught Angel’s wrist. He yanked Angel closer, leaving Angel kicking his own ass for not just disappearing into his dressing room for a twenty minute bump and relax with some of the cocaine he had in there. He caressed Angel’s cheek. “What would I do without you, amorcito?”
Val kept hold of Angel, walking him toward his office. Once there he opened the fridge and took out the container of tembleque Angel had brought him and gestured to the rum bottle on the mini bar. Angel mixed up two dirty coconut cokes seeing a bottle of coconut milk and something pretending to be Coca-Cola in the fridge. Val pounded it in two long swallows so Angel gave Val his drink too and mixed up a third for himself.
“That fucking asshole forgot.”
“Vox? I know. I saw him in the aquarium when I was on break.”
“Let me guess, he was whining about me being unfair and mean. I should have tossed him off the top of the tower. You remembered it was my death day. You brought me this. He couldn’t even remember and had the nerve to get mad when I was upset.”
To Angel’s surprise, Valentino’s lip wibbled. He really was hurt, to a point Angel hadn’t realized he could even feel.
Angel sat on the edge of the desk. “It’s not fair, I agree. I get that he’s busy though, building up all this new Voxtech stuff. I mean, phones that can fit in your pocket? I couldn’t imagine such a thing! Phones could have cracked a skull when I was alive and you had to use them at the phone table or in the phone nook. In your pocket! Damn! I can see why that’s keeping him busy, not that I’m sticking up for Vox.”
Valentino snorted. “You never would. You don’t like him much.”
“That goes both ways, Val. We deal with each other for you. So Vox does think about you and what you need sometimes.” Angel shrugged. And here you go. Playing therapist again. What is wrong with you today? “He just gets caught up and loses time. You know how that goes and I know that don’t make you feel any better.”
“No, but I get it. I’m still mad at him though.” Valentino pouted. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not as interesting to him as a bunch of circuits.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.” Angel didn’t care but Val did and, if he was nice now, well maybe the next time Val was mad at him, he’d think about this conversation.
Val shrugged and scooped up another spoonful of his coconut treat. He held it out to Angel. “Have a taste, baby.”
Angel ate it obediently, letting the cool sweetness coat his mouth. “Mmm, I did pretty good, didn’t I?”
“Muy bien.”
Valentino rolled his big task chair back from the desk and patted his lap. Angel sat on his lap, letting Valentino wrap him up in his arms. Val kissed him like he actually mattered. Angel didn’t trust that he did but he could pretend.
“You’re being kind today,” Val said. “You deserve a treat.”
“A better costar than Troy?” Angel asked hopefully.
Valentino massaged the back of Angel’s neck. “Anyone in mind? I’ll let you pick this time.”
“Replace Troy with Neil Down,” Angel suggested. “He’s got the jock body.” And he was actually rather kind in the scenes he’d done with Angel before.
“Sounds good. And I have another treat for you.”
Valentino pressed against Angel, his awakening cock rubbing against him. He grinned at Val.
“The best treat,” Angel purred. What else could he say? If he hinted he wasn’t looking for sex right now, it would still happen but be a lot less fun than it would be otherwise. He put his arms around Valentino’s neck. At least, he looked less pissed off. Maybe if Angel helped them with their relationship issues more, his own life might be happier. It was something to consider. Now, at least, Valentino felt less alone and unappreciated on his death day and that could only be good for Angel. It was the best deal he was going to get.
Box Of Treasures Torchwood
Into The Light Stargate SG-1
House Call Teen Wolf
for tradition, of course 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
While He Sleeps Torchwood
dust cleared (on a hell changed forever) Hazbin Hotel
Carving Out Space The Owl House
but turn it does The Murderbot Diaries
Sexy Sunday The Professionals
flowers and gems Star Trek: Voyager/Star Trek: Prodigy
Sharing Secrets Stargate SG-1
Sterling Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
resting my eyes Star Trek: Voyager
gifts and greetings 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī
Conspiracy Lasagna Hazbin Hotel
Finding Happiness Torchwood/Doctor Who
Dead Girl Walking The Sentinel
Tumbleweed Oz - L. Frank Baum
take me home, it's getting hard to breathe out there Hoppers (Pixar Movie 2026)
ladies in pastels and black 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Controlled by the Darach Teen Wolf
ladies, you know what i mean, and you know what you need, and so does he Hazbin Hotel
Naturally my 83 y.o. father decides he must go on the roof to try to stop this. He doesn't want help. I'm like fine. And when you blow off....
He didn't. Blow off the roof nor stop the zipper effect. You can still hear the nails pulling free even after 5 hours every time the wind picks back up. At first it was just 5 shingles. By dark it was 3 dozen. Better hope it doesn't begin to rain before an insurance adjuster gets out here. Two hours on hold with the insurance company waiting for someone pick up ended with the call disconnecting at their end.
Before that we had spent the afternoon with my favorite cousin my dad's age in her senior living center. That was very nice. We barely made it home before the wind.
I tried to figure out if my insurance pays for jardiance and dexcom but now it's decided my password isn't my password and any attempt to get it to email me a password reset has failed.
And I called my endocrinologist this morning to see if I could come 30 minutes late (because she's always an h our late anyhow) they were going to call me back. Never did. the problem? They put the appoint on the only day I can't be there without canceling work. And I could have sworn it was monday. It was SUPPOSED to be monday.
I was researching something for a Hazbin Hotel story (not the one below) and I needed to see who was the first woman newscaster in America. The answer was Dorothy Fuldheim in 1947 which is way before I imagined. (Mostly I was double checking to see if Vox could have had a female co anchor in the time period S2 depicted)
I thought she was interesting so have DOrothy's history for Women's History month. You can read about her
here.
So for the fannish 50 part of this, here's my story and my recs
Title: Not Licensed For This
Summary: Angel finds himself caught between a feuding Vox and Val and tries to help them be better partners. What else could he do? An annoyed Val was a dangerous Val and Angel wasn’t putting up with it today.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for Sarajaye in the three sentence ficathon for the prompt Hazbin Hotel, Angel+Vox/Valentino, he unwittingly ends up playing couples therapist for them.
This was also written for the
allbingo prompt of tension and for spikesgirl58’s 6 word prompt challenge. The six words were Spirit, Jump, Bracket, Detector, Baby, & PuddingFor some reason I set this pre-season. Just seemed like an interesting time to explore a little.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Vox’s snarl made Angel jump. He cracked an elbow on the aquarium tank glass. Rubbing it, Angel tried to wipe the hostile look from his face. He hated talking to Vox without Valentino most of the time. Normally, though, if they were in the aquarium together, Vox wasn’t so bad. He appreciated that Angel liked his fish. The vicious expression on his face, however, said this wasn’t going to be a good visit.
“You said I could come here on my breaks and watch the fish,” Angel said, taking a step aside as one of Vox’s cables snaked his way. He glared at it and up at Vox. He hoped to hell he wasn’t going to have to fight Vox. He didn’t have the power to shock people and if he shot Vox, Valentino would have shit to say about it.
“After Val being a total jackass just now, the last thing I need is you.” Vox brushed past him and put the metal ladder he kept in the corner into its bracket at the top of the aquarium. He pointed to the fridge on the far side of the room. “Make yourself useful. Bring me their food.”
Angel sighed. Getting chum out of the fridge was better than fighting with Vox. He brought over a bucket of meat he didn’t want to think about. He suspected it might actually be Vox’s lowest earners. “Val’s really in a mood. I get it.”
Vox grunted as Angel handed him up a bloody chunk. “He treated me like he does you. Me! I have no idea what got him so pissed off.”
“You don’t? Vox, it’s Val’s death day today.” Angel watched the sharks come closer to the glass. They parted as Shok.Wav glided closer.
Vox whipped the meat in, a baffled expression on his big fat TV head. “No, it’s not. That’s not until….oh shit.”
“Yeah, he’s really upset you didn’t remember. I mean, even I brought him a huge helping of his favorite treat. You know how he loves Tembleque de coco.”
Vox rolled his eyes and flapped his fingers at Angel who put more chum chunks into his hand. “You know I don’t know that island food stuff.”
“It’s basically panna cotta.”
“Yeah, because putting it into Dago is going to help.” Vox narrowed his eyes and Angel reined in the temptation to feed Vox to his sharks. He got exactly what Val complained about. As much as Val liked Vox, the man carried his prejudices into hell.
“You don’t need to know what it is to know Val loves it. You just need to think about someone else every so often, Vox. Val cares about you.” Angel frowned. He suspected Val loved Vox the way he had once believed Val had loved him. “You need to show him you appreciate that. Val needs that and if he’s your partner, don’t he deserve it?”
Vox shot him a hot look. “What the fuck do you care?”
“If Val is unhappy, it’s not you he hits.”
Vox snorted. “Like I care if he beats you so long as it’s not in public and ruining the image.”
Angel purposely splashed Vox with blood as he handed him more chum. “Val thinks you care about the brand’s image more than you do him.”
Vox made a disparaging noise but a strange expression flitted across his screen. “Get out.”
“Gladly but you know I’m right.”
Angel beat a hasty retreat before Vox tried to fling him to the sharks. Vox would love to do that as much as Angel would love to return the favor. Way to go, dummy. You just tried to patch up their relationship. Where does that leave you? Better question, why do you care?
# # #
“Cut! What the hell are any of you doing? Angel, at least, is showing some spirit. Troy, could you at least look alive while you’re eating his ass?” Valentino raged.
“This is not my favorite scene,” Troy said. He was new and didn’t have Angel’s danger detector. He sidled away from his costar. Just what he needed after dealing with Vox and his relationship issues. A dumb newbie telling a pissed off Valentino no.
“Can’t we just skip to the part where I cover the twink in some baby pudding and move on to the Titfucker. She’s more fun anyhow.”
“Can you not call it that.” Angel made a face. Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Angel made a jump to the left.
Valentino took Troy’s scene notes under advisement and answered by blowing his brains out with Moneyshot. He drew a lazy finger through the smoke from the barrel of his pistol. “Take twenty everyone.”
Angel grabbed his robe and jerked it on, glad he had the sense to get out of the splash zone. He carefully approached Valentino. “Val, anything I can do? I know today is rough. Want me to fetch you a cocktail?” Angel didn’t really want to do any of that but it helped to keep Val happy. He could practically smell the tension in the air.
Val shot out of his chair and caught Angel’s wrist. He yanked Angel closer, leaving Angel kicking his own ass for not just disappearing into his dressing room for a twenty minute bump and relax with some of the cocaine he had in there. He caressed Angel’s cheek. “What would I do without you, amorcito?”
Val kept hold of Angel, walking him toward his office. Once there he opened the fridge and took out the container of tembleque Angel had brought him and gestured to the rum bottle on the mini bar. Angel mixed up two dirty coconut cokes seeing a bottle of coconut milk and something pretending to be Coca-Cola in the fridge. Val pounded it in two long swallows so Angel gave Val his drink too and mixed up a third for himself.
“That fucking asshole forgot.”
“Vox? I know. I saw him in the aquarium when I was on break.”
“Let me guess, he was whining about me being unfair and mean. I should have tossed him off the top of the tower. You remembered it was my death day. You brought me this. He couldn’t even remember and had the nerve to get mad when I was upset.”
To Angel’s surprise, Valentino’s lip wibbled. He really was hurt, to a point Angel hadn’t realized he could even feel.
Angel sat on the edge of the desk. “It’s not fair, I agree. I get that he’s busy though, building up all this new Voxtech stuff. I mean, phones that can fit in your pocket? I couldn’t imagine such a thing! Phones could have cracked a skull when I was alive and you had to use them at the phone table or in the phone nook. In your pocket! Damn! I can see why that’s keeping him busy, not that I’m sticking up for Vox.”
Valentino snorted. “You never would. You don’t like him much.”
“That goes both ways, Val. We deal with each other for you. So Vox does think about you and what you need sometimes.” Angel shrugged. And here you go. Playing therapist again. What is wrong with you today? “He just gets caught up and loses time. You know how that goes and I know that don’t make you feel any better.”
“No, but I get it. I’m still mad at him though.” Valentino pouted. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not as interesting to him as a bunch of circuits.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.” Angel didn’t care but Val did and, if he was nice now, well maybe the next time Val was mad at him, he’d think about this conversation.
Val shrugged and scooped up another spoonful of his coconut treat. He held it out to Angel. “Have a taste, baby.”
Angel ate it obediently, letting the cool sweetness coat his mouth. “Mmm, I did pretty good, didn’t I?”
“Muy bien.”
Valentino rolled his big task chair back from the desk and patted his lap. Angel sat on his lap, letting Valentino wrap him up in his arms. Val kissed him like he actually mattered. Angel didn’t trust that he did but he could pretend.
“You’re being kind today,” Val said. “You deserve a treat.”
“A better costar than Troy?” Angel asked hopefully.
Valentino massaged the back of Angel’s neck. “Anyone in mind? I’ll let you pick this time.”
“Replace Troy with Neil Down,” Angel suggested. “He’s got the jock body.” And he was actually rather kind in the scenes he’d done with Angel before.
“Sounds good. And I have another treat for you.”
Valentino pressed against Angel, his awakening cock rubbing against him. He grinned at Val.
“The best treat,” Angel purred. What else could he say? If he hinted he wasn’t looking for sex right now, it would still happen but be a lot less fun than it would be otherwise. He put his arms around Valentino’s neck. At least, he looked less pissed off. Maybe if Angel helped them with their relationship issues more, his own life might be happier. It was something to consider. Now, at least, Valentino felt less alone and unappreciated on his death day and that could only be good for Angel. It was the best deal he was going to get.
Box Of Treasures Torchwood
Into The Light Stargate SG-1
House Call Teen Wolf
for tradition, of course 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
While He Sleeps Torchwood
dust cleared (on a hell changed forever) Hazbin Hotel
Carving Out Space The Owl House
but turn it does The Murderbot Diaries
Sexy Sunday The Professionals
flowers and gems Star Trek: Voyager/Star Trek: Prodigy
Sharing Secrets Stargate SG-1
Sterling Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
resting my eyes Star Trek: Voyager
gifts and greetings 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī
Conspiracy Lasagna Hazbin Hotel
Finding Happiness Torchwood/Doctor Who
Dead Girl Walking The Sentinel
Tumbleweed Oz - L. Frank Baum
take me home, it's getting hard to breathe out there Hoppers (Pixar Movie 2026)
ladies in pastels and black 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Controlled by the Darach Teen Wolf
ladies, you know what i mean, and you know what you need, and so does he Hazbin Hotel
