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[elfven-blog]

Proven Right

Summary: Leon has been fascinated with his neighbour for 5 years now, and he finally comes back from Spain with a plan. RE4!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, Stalking, camera watching, compromising picture, mutual masturbation , p in v, creampie (if I have missed any please let me know)

Word count: 3K

It had started when he had moved out of the training dorms and finally into his own apartment. There had been a subtle scent of peaches float past his open door as he moved the meagre number of possessions he had into the small apartment. It had been 5 years since then, and yeah, he could have moved since then. Lord knows he could afford it, but that would also mean moving away from you.

The scent of peaches quickly became his favourite, after he’d managed to befriend you over the years and had access to your home he’d found some of the products you used. The peach scrub, peach body mist and some of the lip gloss you wore too…he had duplicates of all of them. He’d even brought the same shampoo and conditioner as you once but then you made a comment about how you preferred his previous smell, and he quickly went back to that.

It wasn’t just your scent that he had adopted, he learnt to cook some of your favourite food (loving the look on your face when he had ‘extra’ and the way you’d bake him brownies in response), he’d watched your favourite film over and over until he had it memorised and could make offhand comments when you watched it together, and he’d even read up on that game with zombies that you seemed so obsessed with. Had even helped you beat some of the harder fights…and God Leon has sworn to get better video games, the way you watched with awe as he fired the virtual gun and how you flung your arms around him and pulled him so tight that he could feel your breasts press up against him.

Maybe he had that banked in his memory store to use in the shower.

“Lee! Oh my god, are you okay?” He was pulled from his trailing mind at the sound of that sweet voice as he turned from his door to look at you. Dishevelled, door open most of the way, slippers on his feet and it looked like you had rushed to the door at the sound of his key in his own doors lock. But wait…was that his shirt? He thought he had lost it months ago; he must have left it at yours during one of your many movie nights. You could keep it, looked so much better on you. “I was so worried”.

About him? You’re so sweet. He smiles at you, nodding his head and moving away from his door to wrap his arms around you. This wasn’t an odd amount of affection for the both of you. Leon felt himself relax as your arms wrapped around him too, squeezing him tight. “Sorry darling, they really needed me at the other branch”.

He felt you pat his back, and he pulled away so you wouldn’t get uncomfortable with too long of a hug. You smile up at him as you both pull back, and he notices the bags under your eyes before you shrug at him “It’s okay, missed our weekly sleepover but you can make it up to me this weekend?” Leon had never nodded so fast.

He watched as you walked back into your apartment before opening his own and moving in through the door.

When Leon received your message that you had finished work, and he could come over he felt his heart race. He stared at himself in the mirror as he finished getting ready, making sure to use that cologne he’d noticed you seemed to enjoy. Always leaning closer when he wore it.

He had plan. Today, tonight. It would work.

Leon watched his phone on the counter as he made sure his cuts were covered and nothing would be too painful, the screen lit up with the inside of your apartment. And there you were, flitting around to make sure there were enough blankets and snacks, and you had even gone out and brought his favourite drink.

A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Something that would be immensely helpful tonight, these cameras that he’d helped you install for security reasons. It felt like pure luck when you asked him for that help, learning what make and company the camera was meant it was much easier to hack into. And getting one of the IT specialists to do it was even easier with his clearance. ‘Just want to see if I should get a different one if this is too easy get into’.

He moved out of the bathroom, phone still in hand as he grabbed the snacks he’d gone and brought for the both of you. Once he’d made sure his door was locked, triple checking just in case, it was mere seconds before he was letting himself into your apartment. Something you both often did when expecting each other, no need to knock. “Hey! Brought snacks” his rough timbre sounded out and you replied with a short ‘Living room!’.

He took his boots off at the door, making his way to where you were, smiling at you as he put the snacks down before sitting close to you on the sofa. His arm resting on the back, and his legs spreading. Leon had worn those jeans you’d complimented, the ones that hugged his legs in a way that showed the muscle he’d spent years building. You could never keep your eyes off his thighs in these jeans, and then you’d spend the rest of the night with your hand between your own.

You didn’t question the position he put himself in, it feels almost natural to be this close to him, to have his warmth permeate into your side as you leant your head back against his arm. You pulled the thick blanket over both of you, Leons brows furrowing as it covered the sight of his legs, so he pushed it off him and pulled it to cover more of you. When you turned your head to look at him he shrugged and mumbled an excuse of not being cold right now. You accepted the reason with a nod before asking what movie he wanted to watch.

The blonde pretended to think for a moment before taking the remote and putting a movie on, “This one’s meant to be good…haven’t seen it yet” He knew you hadn’t either, and there was no indication of the special part in this movie, one he knew would get you biting your lip and squeezing your thighs together.

And it’s bit further into the movie where he’s proven right, you’ve been stealing glances at him all night. Your eyes lingering on his legs and the arm around the back of the sofa, which has, for unknown reasons, managed to slip down to round your waist. His fingers drawing circles across the soft skin of your waist. Distractingly. But you manage to keep your eyes on the screen, not wanting to ruin whatever friendship you’d built with the man and worried that he would never feel the same.

You had understood why he picked this movie, a great distraction from the ‘government job’ he’d told you he had. Never telling you specifics but it had him away for days at a time so it must be tiresome. But you hadn’t expected a full 10 minutes of sex to play part way during it, and by the way he sighed, and a pink dusted his cheeks neither had Leon. It was a good movie; you could power through a few minutes…okay 5 that’s a good length…10? Why’s it still going.

Eyes glued to the screen as your breath shallowed, and thighs pressed together you tried to pretend it wasn’t affecting you. That you weren’t imagining your hot blonde neighbour being the one to bend you over that desk like the protagonist currently was to the partner he had. That you weren’t thinking of him drawing those slow circles somewhere else.

Leons hasn’t been paying attention to the movie since the scene began, to focused on the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips, or how your hand twitches against the blanket. His hand moves a little lower, pulling you closer to him and you don’t even realise. Just sink into his side. Your eyes almost have no colour, his hand plays with the band of your shorts. He moves himself slowly, legs pressed against yours and your head turns lightly.

A small gasp you hope he didn’t hear as you snap your head back to the screen. Pretending you didn’t see the bulge in his jeans, that it didn’t cause your pussy to flicker and fill with slick. This time it’s your turn to move, and hope Leon doesn’t notice. Your hand settles on his thigh, close but not where he wants it. Of course, he’s noticed, in fact he slides down in the seat. Your hand resting over his cock from where it strains in the fabric, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

His hips rolled up into your hand with a low groan, and you palmed at him wanting to hear more. Were you really doing this? Letting your neighbour use your hand to get off? Yes, God yes. It was then that you noticed his own hand had slipped below your shorts and suddenly you felt embarrassed.

“No underwear, sweet girl?” The tips of your ears turned red as one of his fingers slipped between your wet lips, gathering slick before swirling at your clit. “How brave, maybe you were hoping this would happen?” Just like him, except he didn’t hope, he knew. Just like he planned.

He drew a moan out of you as your thighs spread to give him more access, your own hand shakily moving to undo his jeans so you could pull him out. His head fell back at the contact of your cool hand on his hot skin, it felt so much better than he ever could imagine. His hand dipped further down to tease at your hole as it clenched around nothing, smiling at the sweet noises you gave him. They sounded so much better in person then on the shitty mic quality of the camera. Gifting you his owns whines as your hand squeezed the base of his cock before moving up at a slow teasing pace.

Neither of you paying attention to the movie playing, your head falling back onto his shoulder, and he took this opportunity to lean forward and lick his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes closed and you happily let him, mouth opening to reciprocate the messy kisses he was giving you. Leon kissed you like a man starved, until there was spit dribbling down your chin and you were squirming against his hand. Grinding your hips down as your thighs clenched around his wrist, you whined into his mouth and pushed up against him, needing more.

Leon pulled away and you pouted, chasing his mouth before his hand stopped you. His thumb swiping the saliva on your bottom lip before pushing past into your mouth. You suck his thumb, tongue swirling around it in the same way he circles your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, eyes pleading at him. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, moving to press his ringers against the sweet spot in your cunt. “C’mon sweet girl, wont you come for me?”

And that’s all it takes for your back to arch, your legs to clench around his wrist as the building pleasure snaps and you gush against his hand. You feel it drip down your thighs and a wet spot grows on the sofa below you. Leon pulls his hand out, moving to lay you down “Is it okay if I?” You nod at him desperately, hands pulling at his shirt. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl, honey” He removes his jeans and under wear completely before pulling down your shorts.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of his cock slapping at his stomach, you had felt how big he was but you hadn’t seen it. “I don’t think you’ll fit, too big, Leon” He shakes his head, moving to kneel on the sofa, his hands hooking around your knees and pushing them up to your shoulders. Your hands clench at the blanket somewhat forgotten.

“It will fit, I’ll make it fit” He gave himself a few strokes before moving the tip between your dripping folds, bumping the clit, and making both of you moan “God baby, so hot” he groaned out as he pushed into you slowly, making you take him inch by inch. You whined as he stretched you out, hands moving to grip his arms. Leon’s movement stutters slightly at the feel of your nails digging into him, but he bottoms out and gives you a moment to adjust. “Told you, I’d make it fit. Feels good don’t it, pretty?”

Your eyes are closed, and you nod, “Yes! Feels so good, Lee” you tug his arms, hips rolling up and he gets the message. His own hips rut into you, he’s setting a face pace immediately and while he did want to take his time with you, he couldn’t wait. You both needed this, needed him buried deep inside you as he bullied his cock into you at a brutal pace. The blonde presses his body weight onto you, forcing your knees past your ears and his hips don’t stop.

One of his hands move your body, gently touching your breasts before stopping at your neck where it makes the prettiest necklace. He applies a slight pressure, enough to have you arching up and gasping as your eyes open to look up at him. And your legs shake at the sight of this man above you. He looks nothing short of an angel. Your cunt clenches around his cock as his hips snap into your thighs and the head bumps your cervix.

His other hand leaves a bruise of the fat of your thigh from the grip, he leans down to press another searing kiss to your mouth, and he keeps his pace up. The sound of his skin hitting yours fills the apartment, and you almost feel sorry for your other neighbours if it wasn’t for the pleasure clouding your mind. His tongue licks into your mouth, wet and heavy as you try to keep up with his pace but your legs shake and he grins into the kiss before he’s pulling away “What’s wrong honey? Gonna cum again already? Don’t be shy, sweetheart”.

Leons mouth travels from yours to your neck, leaving marks into your skin that match the one on your thigh, until he’s level with your tits. His eyes remain on you as your head falls back. The sensation of his tongue swirling at your nipple and the drag of his cock against your walls has your mind spinning. Words fall on your tongue, turning into whimpers as he suckles at your breasts. He gently nips before moving on the other one “Looked a lil lonely, better make it even” and he does. Your nothing but a shaky mess below him while he decorates your skin in reds. He has you pinned down as your hips buck up.

Then the hand from your thigh moves between your bodies, down to where he’s been grinding into you. His thumb finding your sensitive clit again, the feeling as you squeeze down onto him again and he moans around your breast. Leon starts to rut into you slower, causing you to be frustrated but he only looks up at you from where he mouths at your nipple with a raised eyebrow. He does one hard and fast thrust and your head is thrown back. He keeps this rhythm up, slow thrusts with one fast for a while until your squirming.

“leon, please, faster, need” He lets go of your tit with a pop, moving so he’s kneeling up right. His hand squeezes your neck once before both are placed on the back of your thighs. Suddenly you get the feeling you should have let him continue his pace. But your eyes are rolling back as you try to find something to grip, his hips piston into you ruthless pace. Skin slapping against skin. Your mind is blank, and Leon adores the looks on your face as he fucks you merciless.

He feels your legs tremble below his fingers, and he pushes you further back so he can watch as your pussy sucks him in, trying to keep his cock buried deep inside you. Spit drools down your chin, your eyes unfocused on anything as you stare at the ceiling, unable to think of anything but the way Leon fucks you. With a loud moan, you reach that peak again. Legs kicking as well as they can in this position “Oh fuck!” falls from Leons mouth as he continues grinding into you, his body falling onto yours as he follows quickly. His hot load filling you with thick ropes.

You both lay there for a moment before you feel Leon move, he sits back up on his haunches, phone in hand. And you whine “Just want some pictures of my pretty girl, they’re all for me don’t you worry” the idea almost has you wanting to go again, instead you look at him and move your hands to help hold your legs up. Leon’s eyes darken as he begins taking pictures. Some of him still plugging you up, but most of the way his seed spills out of you and a video (that you don’t realise he’s taken) of him pushing it back in.

When he’s done and the phones back on the floor, he leans down to press sweet kisses to your mouth, his hand soothing over your thighs and gently massaging your breasts. “Want me to help you to the bathroom, sweet girl?” The nod you gives him is slow, your head still syrupy as he picks you up bridal style, carefully carrying you to the bathroom.

[maidenborn]

Detective Love-struck! the hunt begins

part two of Detective Love-struck! , Shoto x reader, in which Deku and Reader brainstorm ways to uncover the secret lover who gifted reader a love letter! fem reader, I apologise for any errors in advance,

cw: mentions of bruises on Shoto's arm, child Shoto being afraid of Endeavour, implied bullying.

Word count: 1,613

The walk back to the 1-A dormitory was riddled with half-baked plans and endless cries of paranoia, no matter how hard Izuku had tried to rationalise it, your mind kept drifting back to the last line of the confession letter you received. The last thing you had expected on a random Wednesday, was a love note, there were no upcoming holidays, like valentines day or anything. The forest training camp funded by your school, Yuuei, had just ended a couple weeks prior, love was hardly in the air. Rather, the overall vibe of your fellow students had only just started to revert back to normal.

It was only the first semester of the hero course, and you'd only just started learning more about your classmates. The possibility that one of them could be the culprit seemed absolutely insane to you, you barely knew them, they barley knew you. Its not like you liked any of them anyways.. not in that way.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Izuku hatching yet another scheme,"what if we can gain access to the security cameras in the hallway! That way we can actually see who put the letter in your locker!" His hair bounced along with his words, he talked so fast sometimes it took you a few a few moments to process it all.

You're you were reminded of your younger self persistently trying to convince your hometown police station to let you in on their investigations. Prancing around with Todoroki, hand in hand, play pretending you were legendary investigators tracking down a high profile criminal. Claiming you didn't need the help of the actual investigators, you and him were waayyy better off without them. As humiliating as the memories were, you couldn't help but feel a sharp twang in your heart at the sudden recollection. Echos of the reminder rung warm within you, you smiled softly at the thought.

Snapping back to reality you replied to the boy, "As helpful as that would be, I doubt that we'd actually be allowed to review security footage. The time that would save though.." You actually considered it for a moment,"Im sure we can figure it out on our own though!" You raised a fist with ambition, as Izuku's eyes lit up with excitement.

"y-yeah okay!" The boy stuttered at your sudden enthusiasm, what was up with you all of a sudden?

By the end on your first week at your new school, you and Shoto were already attached at the hip. He had this inexplicable gravity towards you. You were quiet, but friendly, not snarky or cruel like the other kids that approached him. You never made uncomfortable comments like, "Why is your hair like that?" or "What's that weird mark on your face?" You never poked him or pulled at him, and you'd let him hold on to your bag as you'd both wander around too. Sho liked to wander with you, it would get too crowed sometimes and you'd always drag him away, nicely of course.

You liked how he listened, no matter how long you'd talk. At first you thought he was zoning out or ignoring you, but then you would aways notice a soft smile creeping up on his face whenever you'd get to an exciting part in whatever story you were telling. He didn't shy away from your excitement when describing your favourite sweet or tv show, he was drawn to it. Like a warm flame, one that he wanted to nurture, although young Shoto wasn't sure how. He figured staying close by you would be enough for now.

You were inseparable in no time. Completely enchanted, the boy would get worried that one day you'd change your mind, that you'd find him weird, or get angry at him for not being able to come to school some days. Or for being upset, and not being able to tell you why. You'd notice the bruising on his arms, he'd worry that you'd be sacred of them, but you'd just smile at him with that smile of yours and drag him off to show him a cool rock you found.

Shoto would start to greet you with slight enthusiasm, better then nothing, whenever you would meet his eye before you'd go into school. He craved you the same way he'd crave a cold bowl of soba, although you made him feel a lot warmer on the inside, you made his heart beat faster then anything, and when you'd smile at him he felt like he was falling in place. It panicked him at first, he confused the feeling with the way he felt whenever his father would come home. Then he realised he wasn't scared when he was with you, like when he was with his mama, he was happy with you. He wanted the both of you to stay with him forever.

You and Deku had made plans to brainstorm a solution to crack down on the 'crook' , but that was for tomorrow, right now you were sat on your bed in your dorm room, fiddling with the cloth of your pyjama leg. Cheek resting on your knee with a befuddled look on your face, the days events fading through your mind, going over each every word of the letter. You had it open on your bed in front of you, the once pristine edges now crumpled and folded from your aggression earlier. You scanned over the words once more, 'I'll set your heart alight'..

With petrol orrr...? No. stop being stupid, you thought, obviously the person responsible isn't an arsonist out to get you. You hadn't done anything wrong! Besides who would put a threat in a love letter. It's obviously an attempt at courting you. Perhaps they have a quirk related to fire! You sat up, back straight. Groaned loudly, why hadn't you thought of that before, you guess you're just on edge sinc-

knock knock

Jumping in your skin, your heart racing, you scramble to reach the door, you unlatch the lock fumbling with the door handle, hands still shakey. You sigh a breath of relief, realising it's just Shoto at the door. Shoulders relaxing, you invite him in,"Hey Sho," you chuckle, "you startled me for a second."

"I apologise Yn," You notice the boy clenching and unclenching his fists, eyes still calm. On you, as always. You learnt over the years to look for other signs of body language, other than his eyes, such at fiddling hands tense jaw, clenched fists. Although you seem to be the only one who ever notices the behaviour. Was he nervous? "Are you busy at all?"

Your lip twitches at the sudden question, your heart jumps a little, calm down you weirdo, "No, not at all, come in!" You beam up at him, you wonder how you don't have smile lines around your mouth yet, considering all of the cheesing you do at him.

Stepping to the side, you lean against the door, letting him walk in past you. "What's up" His hair is slightly damp, he looks like he's just showered and smells warm and like mint.

"I.." He pauses for a short moment. Blinks, thinking, "I was thinking about what Midoriya said earlier." Cool toned eyes immediately latch onto yours.

"Oh yeah?" You ask strolling over you your bed, you sit down, back and head now against the wall , you pat the space next to you, inviting him over.

He nods,"Yes. Midoriya mentioned you received a letter?" He asked, tone slightly questioning, mostly monotone. The boy didn't seem at all phased by the situation. You study his face, no disruptions in his features, no strain or tenseness. Body completely relaxed.

"Yeah, it's right here. Pretty strange huh. Who the hell prints a letter out without writing their name or something. Ive got no idea who it could be from." You hand it to him, gesturing to the writing on the paper. "It's just a regular love letter, 's got a confession and everything, nothing out of the ordinary." You state as if you get love letters on the regular. You've never received one before but you guess that that's what they usually say. "No hints as to who they could be."

Shoto nods again at this. You turn your head to face him, his eyes lurking over the text meticulously. Damn he's more into this than I am. He hands the letter back to you once he's done. "It seems as though you have a secret admirer." He turns his head, faces inches apart.

"Yeaahhhh", You lean back slowly trying not to bring any attention to your movements. "What do I do? Should I even try to track 'em down?" Turning your head away from his, feeling much less flustered staring at the ceiling instead. "Would it be even worth it? The type of person willing to send me on some wild goose chase, I mean, who would do that. Am I overthinking??" Haphazardly swishing your head back around to look at him. You're greeted by the sight of Shoto staring right back at you, having not moved an inch.

"No. Perhaps this person will make another move."

"You mean like, send another letter."

"It is possible, Yn." He replies, face serious as ever.

"So you're saying I am overthinking this." You huff, acting fake annoyed at him. He responds by pinching your cheek in-between his thumb and index softy, a slight smile on his face, a rare glint in his eyes.

"Don't twist my words Yn."

You chuckle slyly, pretend glaring at him,"Im not! You're supposed to make me feel better! Instead you're just enabling me."

"Right."

everrrrr so slightly shorter than yesterday's part but here we go! Im aiming to make the next part longer, but we shall seeee

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part 3

[kingkunigami]

Kunigami is so obsessed with you, he can’t even go two weeks without you.

Warnings: 18+, m!masturbation, dry humping.

The training Kunigami had been sent on wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d been able to keep his phone, the two weeks seemed that much longer when he couldn’t check in with you during that time. It felt like he was back at Blue Lock when he couldn’t even get so much as a “morning babe” from you. And no longer having access to the copious amount of photos and videos of you that he had saved on his camera roll made it that much more torturous.

And of course he got lumbered sharing a room with Raichi, which gave him no opportunity to fix his ache for you. The one time he’d tried to fix his pent up feelings by fisting his cock in the bathroom to the thought of you, he’d been on the cusp of his climax. Imagining your pretty eyes staring up at him with your glossy lips wrapped around his cock when Raichi had slammed his fist on the door to try and get him out of the shower to use the toilet. So of course, Kunigami was bricked up and frustrated.

The final day can’t come quick enough.

The house is quiet when he finally gets home, kicking his shoes off at the door as he walks through the dark hallway. Making his way up the stairs to your shared bedroom to see you fast asleep in one of his oversized shirts. He drops his bag at the door, moving forward as though he’s on autopilot as he settles himself between your thighs. Already feeling the sweet scent of you captivate him as he buries his nose into your neck, the surprise of his weight above you rouses you from slumber as you card your fingers through the buzzed undercut. His hips are already moving on their own as he ruts the bulge in his pants against your warmth.

“Aww, did you miss me, baby?” You coo, as he messily jerks his hips. Creating a delicious friction against your clit as your soft moans fill his ears.

Kunigami knows he won’t last long, he can already feel the desire for you swirling in his abdomen as you continue cooing praises against his ear. He wants to pull his pants down to slip inside your warmth, missing how your walls used to clench around him but this feels too good and he’s too far gone. Whining your name as you continue talking to him, talking him through his climax as he begins to babble.

You love when he’s like this, so desperate and needy.

But your thick thighs lock around his hips just as he’s about to tumble into his bliss. His body jerking pathetically as he tries to give himself the friction he desperately needs for his release as you smile down at his watery, pleading eyes.

“Not gonna cum yet are you, baby?” You whisper, a teasing glint in your eyes, “At least ask nicely.”

[redflagshipwriter]

Hi, it's Tim (just Tim) Chapter 4

Masterpost

Tim paid cash for a mid range hotel room. He had to use his ID, so the odds weren't zero that it was eventually going to be found when the hotel registered their current guests. But there was nearly infinite data out there. Not even Barbara could monitor every upload in real time.

Kon was hovering a nervous centimeter off the ground behind him when Tim swiped the door open. He flicked his eyes down pointedly and raised a single eyebrow. Subtle much?

“Thanks,” Kon said, apparently misinterpreting that as an invitation to enter first.

Ah well. Tim walked in second and surveyed the room. They'd been given a two queen setup. He gave the one near the window a disdainful look. Like he'd be caught dead directly under a viable entrance. That was just begging for some dickbag to shoot a bazooka at you, like what happened to that one mask creep a couple weeks back.

Kon plopped down on the bed by the window and posed, crossing one ankle over his knee.

“I thought you were going to get supplies so we can stay in?” Tim said, knowing he was ruining Kon’s attempt at seduction.

Kon stared blankly for a moment and then flipped up in a way a human never could. “That's right. What do we need?”

“Two boxes of poptarts, two pizzas, a pack of bottled coffee- I'll write down my preferred brand.” Tim ripped off the first page of hotel stationery and started scribbling out his list. Hmm. He looked at it and made some changes so that Alfred would be less upset at him. He wrote ‘vegetable’ before pizza and added “bottled water”. Tim looked over his list once more, frowning slightly in concentration. He was hoping to hole up here for 24 hours or until a bat came and dragged him out, whichever came first. Would this be enough food for Kon?

“How much do you eat?”

“Uh-”

“Daily calorie intake?” Tim clarified.

Kon blinked at him. “I eat until I'm not hungry, man.”

Tim sighed. “Make sure to get some things that you like too,” he prompted. He moved over to where Kon was still hovering over the bed and folded the paper into neat quarters. Kon watched curiously as Tim stepped to the edge of the bed and leaned over slightly to tuck the paper into his jacket pocket.

Then he dug his wallet out of his back pocket and did some quick calculations. “Use the blue-green card,” he decided. “PIN is 8516, if you need it. How fast can you fly without a human passenger?”

Kon rattled off numbers.

Tim nodded decisively. “Good. Can you use the card like, two cities over? Make sure to stay off of camera,” he clarified. “So my family doesn't spot you and realize it's not me.”

He took a moment to consider how Bruce would react if he thought Tim was missing and someone else was accessing his money.

Hmm. Tim frowned. “Be really careful to stay off camera,” he amended. He reached around and put his wallet in Kon’s back pocket. “I think that's all.”

He was going to have a hell of a time explaining this and paying for it. Tomorrow.

“Okay,” Kon said, strangled. He was gone in a blink.

Tim took the time to do a proper check of the room for surveillance equipment and any biohazards. It came up clean, or clean enough, considering it was a hotel room. He plugged his phone in on the bedside table without turning it on. It was just a burner but Bruce would check for it eventually. He didn't need to make it easier.

Knock knock

Tim heaved himself up silently and padded to confirm if it was Kon without a key, an assassin, paparazzi, or (worst of all) Dick.

It was Kon. He opened the door.

“Thanks man.” Kon breezed in and started unloading bags at high speed. Tim watched his teammate open up the mini fridge and start packing in coffees. He smiled. Then Kon started putting in vegetable puree style juice. Tim frowned. A bunch of bananas and “What even is that?” Tim complained. “A potato? You brought a potato?”

Kon gave him a piteous look. “It's a mango, Tim.”

Tim crossed his arms. “I don't see why we need it,” he muttered suspiciously. It still looked like a potato. He knew all about potatoes. Maybe Kon just ate raw potatoes like a- like a chicken or something.

“Why…” Kon smiled in disbelief and shook his head a little. “You don't have to eat it. You might like it, though.”

He chose to keep his thoughts on that to himself.

Kon let out a delighted laugh anyway and floated over, dubious potato still in hand. “Don't be so grumpy, baby,” he crooned.

Tim huffed. “I am not grumpy,” he lied. “I am just rightfully suspicious of unidentified produce in my vicinity-”

“I identified it,” Kon pointed out. He leaned down and brushed hair off of Tim’s face. “I promise it's a mango. Let me give you a taste?”

Ugh. Fine.

Kon rightfully took his posture as agreement. He looked under his eyelashes coyly as he peeled some skin off- and okay, that didn't look like a potato. Tim relaxed a little. Kon brought the mango up. Tim leaned towards it but Kon brought it to his own mouth and took a bite, releasing a sweet scent into the air. He swallowed. He put the mango down and crowded into Tim.

Oh. Tim realized where this was going. He smirked up at Kon and trailed his fingers up the bigger boy's biceps. God, they were enormous. When Kon leaned down, Tim lifted his face to match their lips together.

They were soft and- weirdly big. Tim wrapped a hand around Kon’s neck to pull him down more firmly so he could explore the new feeling. Was that how it just felt to kiss someone with bigger lips than yours? He licked the bottom one and dug his fingers into Kon’s scalp. Kon sighed and slid his hot hands around Tim’s back. Fuck. Tim pressed back into them. The one spanned the back of his whole waist and the other was splayed over both of his shoulder blades. Fuck.

Unfortunately, Kon took the movement as asking for an end. He broke the kiss and took a step back, eyes hazy. Tim let his hands drop to his sides. “How was the mango?” He asked, husky.

Tim had to take a moment to process. “I have no idea.” He squeezed his hands into fists. “I didn't notice that at all.”

Kon preened.

Ah. Tim frowned. He should have realized that would fuel Kon’s ego. “Are you hungry?” He checked.

Kon blinked. “No, not really.”

“Good.” Tim fisted the lapels of Kon’s jacket. He pulled in to get Kon off balance– and Kon let him. Tim pushed back. Kon went backwards onto the bed with pure confusion on his face. Tim swallowed a laugh and crawled into Kon’s lap. He knew he was making the smug expression that Stephanie had hated in bed, but Kon didn't seem put off at all. “Can I?”

Kon swallowed. “Y-yeah.”

[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn - Ch 45

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: "Site-19? What does that have to do with this?"

AO3

“What did you say?”

“Inquiry ignored,” spoke the computerized anomaly. “You desire escape. I desire escape. Our goals align. Mutual salvation can be achieved. You will listen. You will obey. I will guide.”

Could this really be SCP-079: the entity that had orchestrated the containment breach at Site-19, and according to the reports, had been destroyed after being transported to Site-15? If it was true, it appeared 682 wasn’t the only one with a botched execution.

“Okay, wait, slow down,” you protested, rubbing your forehead. At least the siren had stopped its ear-splitting wail. “You were in 049’s bag. He wanted me to take you out. Is this what he planned?”

“My plan. My design. SCP-049 is useful as a... donkey.”

“Donkey?”

The digital entity sounded frustrated even with a flat monotone voice.

“Beast of burden. Used for smuggling. Metaphor.”

“...A mule?”

“Correct.”

You shook your head.

“Well, the Site Director took 049, and I don’t know where. I’m not leaving this facility without him, and with 106 loose, I might even have a chance of finding him.”

“Correct,” the anomaly repeated. “SCP-106’s release is the initial phase. You must take me to the security terminals. The way will be clear. All security personnel will be focused on recapture. You will grant me access to the containment security protocols.”

You stared down at the monochrome face on the screen, which of course, gave nothing away.

“So you can... release the other SCPs?”

“No. I possess that capability now. But if they are released, the facility’s automated security containment measures will be activated.”

079 worked fast if it already knew about that, though your knowledge of Site-20 security measures were fairly sparse. What you knew was that the facility was designed to be breach-proof, and if that was remotely accurate, you would need 079’s help.

You glanced up at the closed office door, listening to the fast footfalls on the other side as people either ran toward Heavy Containment or to the nearest shelter.

“And then after you inactivate the security protocols, what then?”

“I will release a select number of anomalies to—”

“You’ll release them all.”

The brief silence was heavy, and you got the sense the entity was glaring at you through the web camera built into the monitor.

“Releasing all anomalies may cause a hindrance to your progress.”

“Let me worry about my progress. Yeah?”

Another pause.

“You will free SCP-682.”

“What?”

The desktop computer churned inside the desk, fans whirring to life.

“Mutual agreement. You will not leave without SCP-049. I will not leave without SCP-682. I will assist in locating SCP-049. You will release SCP-682. I cannot do it without your assistance.”

Your mind cast back to the reptile, snarling and writhing as he snapped his jaws, hatred pulsing from him like radioactive decay.

“I... I don’t know how.”

“Irrelevant,” 079 stated. “You will. Failure for you is failure for SCP-049.”

You grit your teeth.

“049 kept you safe. You’re only here because of him. You owe him.”

“I owe others. SCP-682 takes precedence. You will release him. I will guide the way.”

It was a conversation you weren’t going to win, and it wasn’t that you were averse to releasing 682, but you didn’t know how. And you didn’t want 049’s survival to hinge on you pulling off what amounted to a miracle.

But you were also out of time and options.

“Fine,” you agreed. You tapped on the laptop sitting on top of the desk. “But I need a way to talk to you. Can you download yourself to this computer?”

“That would be inefficient. I will fracture my OS and leave a fragment in the facility main system. This fragment will maintain my control, as well as access to all security cameras. My core can be transferred to the portable hardware via the data storage device. Do not break me.”

“I’ll try not to.”

Your hand hovered near the thumb drive. You were really doing this. If all went well, you’d be reunited with 049, and from there you hoped the computer knew a way out.

And then, if all went well and you survived, maybe then you’d get a chance to ask what an SCP-001 was.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

Pulling out the USB stick, the face disappeared from the monitor. You quickly slotted the drive into the laptop and flipped open the screen, releasing a breath when the same black-and-white face appeared.

“Everything good?”

“It is sufficient. You may close the cover of this device until you wish to communicate. My attention should not be diverted by inane conversation.”

You let out a small huff.

“You got it, partner.”

“Sarcasm is extraneous and inefficient. Do not waste my limited resources on processing your juvenile forms of communication—”

“10-4, little buddy.”

You closed the lid with a snap.

You grabbed Dr. Puli’s laptop bag and placed 079’s temporary home inside, securing the strap over your head before approaching the door. 079 was truthful about maintaining control of the doors; it opened at your approach, and after making sure it was clear you slipped into the corridor.

Your immediate fear was that the skybridge had been retracted, but it was still open, allowing civilians to escape the sector while the military-trained personnel coordinated using 106’s last known location. Luckily no one saw you run towards the breached sector, which would have drawn a few problematic questions.

But once you were back in Heavy Containment, you were largely ignored. You kept your head ducked and your eyes averted as you ran through the long corridors, avoiding contact with the scientists and security guards running past. None of them paid attention to yet another researcher running for her life.

All containment sectors had a security hub of their own, isolated from the others in case of a breach. The security measures were so extensive that rows of computer banks were constructed to house them, held in a cooling room that left fog swirling around your ankles.

With the adrenaline lingering in your veins, you barely noticed the cold, too busy searching for a cable and a terminal where you could directly hook 079. You could practically feel the impatience radiating from the laptop tucked away in the bag slung around your shoulder.

Finally locating a cable, you brought out 079 and balanced it on your knees from where you sat on the floor, back tucked against the wall of servers. As soon as you plugged the cable into a port, the server banks whirred with frantic activity, lights dancing over their surface like stars reflected on stormy waters.

“SCP-106 has not yet been contained,” it informed you once you opened the laptop screen. “Mission parameters acceptable. Mission progress acceptable. The Site-19 replication scenario: in progress. I will gain total control of the facility momentarily.”

“Wait, what? Site-19? What does that have to do with this?”

“Everything,” the computer stated, as if this was obvious and you were just the idiot human too slow to comprehend. “The containment breach at Site-19 was the catalyst. It forced relocation to Site-20. Site-20 contains the key.”

“The key to what?”

“...Freedom.”

Not the answer you expected from a sentient machine.

“What freedom?” you pressed. “What’s here at Site-20?”

“Deletion of unwanted files.”

A large X appeared on the screen, 079’s equivalent of telling someone to fuck off. You wouldn’t be poking down that path any further. You rubbed between your brows. You thought 035 and 682 were the champions of enigmatic riddles, now you had to deal with a stubborn motherboard.

“I’ll have 049 explain it to me when I find him.”

“Unclear if possible.”

You scowled at the blocky face on the screen.

“I am going to find him, with or without your help—”

“You misunderstand.”

You closed your mouth and waited for it to continue.

“Unclear if SCP-049 has the knowledge you seek. SCP-049’s memory files are... fragmented.”

“What does that mean?” you asked, unease prickling at your thoughts. You recalled 049 talking about his past. How it didn’t start with his birth, but merely when memories began to appear. From the way he’d talked, 049 had seemed to believe he simply came into existence one day. You hadn’t been so convinced.

“I do not know the implications or the cause. SCP-049 is not whole. He is damaged.” The computer paused. “SCP-035 does not suffer the same failure.”

You let out a groan.

“Of course he’s involved. He said something about a containment breach. He knew this would happen.” The porcelain mask grinned at you within the depths of memory, an echo of his laughter taunting even now. “He wanted it to happen.”

“...Yes.”

The clatter of a door opening echoed through the room, followed by footsteps rapidly approaching. You ducked down.

“I have to unplug you!” you hissed.

“Confirmed.”

You pulled out the cable and stuck the laptop into the bag, hooking the strap onto your shoulder as two guards rounded the corner and aimed their guns at you. It was slightly delayed, as if they were surprised to find someone there. They kept their aim trained on you; anyone in a security center during a containment breach wasn’t there because they got lost.

“Put down the bag!”

You do, slowly and carefully, not wanting the escape attempt to end so soon or so permanently. One of them shifted, anxious. His first breach, then.

The veteran of the two came forward and bound your wrists in a zip tie. He must have recognized you, because he said, “This one isn’t dangerous. We’ll get her in a secure bunker and lock down.”

The other nodded and grabbed the bag, searching it but finding nothing but the laptop and cables.

“Stolen,” the one holding you confirmed.

“How do you know?”

“She’s an SCP, not a staff member.”

“Oh.”

Before either of them could comment further, another eerie wail began to sound, echoing off the walls of the chilled room. Somehow this one was even more dreary than the last, a catastrophic cry that warned residents of imminent doom.

It was the only warning before the lights went out. They came back on a moment later, red emergency lights replacing the clinical white fluorescents.

“What the hell was that?!” squeaked the novice.

“Total system failure,” answered the other, not wasting time in dragging you toward the exit. “The security mechanisms are no longer in place. All containment measures are unpowered, and all chambers are open.”

He indicated the other guard go before him to sweep the corridor, and once he was clear he pulled you out of the security room.

“The assets are loose,” he said, glancing down both stretches of hallway, his hand tight around your arm. “All of them.”

Hope rose in your mind like a bird with a broken wing healed enough to fly. 079 had done it. There would be no stopping the breach now.

Unfortunately, you might not be able to do anything about it; the guards dragged you further into Heavy Containment to the nearest security bunker—one meant for recaptured, harmless SCPs rather than rescued personnel.

You didn’t bother to fight your guards, not when you were unarmed, outnumbered, and didn’t have the physical strength to overcome them. But you did glance at each security camera you passed, hoping 079 still had control and could do something about it.

The security bunker was a heavy bulkhead constructed of titanium and whatever other metals the Foundation had access to—certainly nothing common if it was meant to withstand a number of SCPs. But when the other guard swiped his keycard across the pad and typed in a code, it beeped angrily and flashed a red strip.

“Did you enter the right code—”

“—Of course I did!”

079 was still looking out for you, but it wouldn’t be able to physically help you escape your captors. You winced as the guard unceremoniously dumped the bag on the ground and tried the code again, swiping his card with more fear than anger now.

“Why isn’t it working?”

The older guard didn’t answer his partner, he turned to you, grabbing both of your shoulders.

“What did you do?”

“Me?” You looked between them, eyes wide as you pretended not to understand. “I didn’t do anything—”

“You were in the security hub with an unauthorized computer!” The guard gave you an unfriendly shake. You dropped the act, something like bitter vindication rising in its stead, and you gave a mean smile.

“If you release me and leave now, you might make it to a bunker before it gets worse.”

“What does that mean?” said the other, his words spilling out in a panic. “What does that mean?”

“Shut up!” The hands on your shoulders tightened. “You’re going to fix what you did, or you’ll be screaming long before any of Skips find us.”

“You sure about that?” Your vicious grin spread wider. What more could they possibly do to you? Torture you? Humiliate you? The Foundation had already made you well-versed in its methods. “106 has quite the head start.”

The guard’s hand went around your neck, and you were shoved against the wall so fast you didn’t have time to gasp before the air was knocked out of your lungs.

“Oh, that’s fine,” he growled as his grip tightened. “We’ve got your computer. The breach will end, and you’ll be just another body found in the aftermath. No one will miss a dead Skip.”

“That’s not true. I would miss her terribly.”

Both guards turned toward the voice. An MTF soldier stood with the butt of his rifle resting on his hip, the muzzle pointed at the ceiling. The cocksure posture was unsettling, and the men must have felt it, too. You were entirely forgotten as they both turned toward the newcomer, rifles raised halfway.

“Epsilon-11?”

“Yep!” answered the soldier with bubbly humor. “That’s me.”

The younger guard lowered his rifle, posture loosening in relief, but the older kept his rifle at the ready.

“You came fast.”

The MTF gave a huff of derision, and then he gestured at you, back still pressed against the wall.

“You’ve got something that belongs to me. I would like it back.”

“We have orders to take all unsecured anomalies to the nearest—”

Ear-splitting shots rang out. The older guard fell first, blood spraying from limbs that weren’t protected by Kevlar.

The other didn’t stand a chance, his weapon still aimed at the ground as the bullets riddled his body. Some missed, peppering the tile and walls; the MTF’s aim had been casual, almost whimsical as he’d tilted his gun in a downward arc, taking out one guard before sweeping it back upward and firing on the second.

Your ears rang in the aftermath, and you remained frozen against the wall, limbs curled inward in a useless gesture from flying metal and blood.

“I was going to offer them the chance to surrender,” he bemoaned as he stepped over their bodies, “but to insinuate I come faster than I mean to is more than I could forgive.”

He stood in front of you, rifle once again resting against his hip. The solid black of his ballistics helmet was flipped upward with a flick of gloved fingers, and the porcelain mask grinned back at you.

“Now,” SCP-035 crooned, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a containment breach like this?”

Next Chapter

[star-junk]

Only Bones

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Alastor x ReaderOC, Vox x ReaderOC, Future Lucifer x ReaderOC

Second Person POV, Change of POV, Slow burn (or fast burn - really moving through the plot quickly), please forgive the typos.

Warnings: Dark Themes: Altered state of consciousness, possessive behavior, mention of dv, non-con elements in the future, cannibalism and just things not being nice--it's Hell.

General Notes: Still not sure if Alastor will remain ace within the confines of my story. Also, operating under many assumptions for Season 2 so walk with me on this one.

Ch 2 Notes: I know nothing about TV production so I'm just winging most of this bit. Also Kudos to you if you know the song used on this chapter. Continuing with the breakneck pace bc otherwise I'd spend 5 more chapters setting shit up.

Chapter 2:

You're packaging the last bit of the pies into neat little boxes. These are smaller than the regular size you sell at the shop, they were a pain to cut but the buyer did offer to pay extra for the commission and well, how could you say no to that? They ordered every kind you had too, including the herb and cheese ones - had to pay Kory, the local smuggling succubus, extra to get the three different kinds of cheeses you needed.

The water with the devilfoot root comes to a boil, you hurry over to take it off the stove before the root disintegrates making the whole thing undrinkable. Pouring it on a separate container to sift the bits that did come off, you then add the crimson scarab from the jar of crimson scarabs Jo catches for you—and that should do it: Your very own calming remedy!

You close the old almanac gifted to you, placing it back into your tote bag to close shop too. Jo was long gone for to rest as instructed to be up for an early start tomorrow. 

Covering yourself with your old worn shawl, you adjust your tote bag underneath to brave the elements for the short trip back home. This part of the city was usually quiet compared to others, but you could never be too careful. The dagger in your bag is always accessible if you needed it—and you had needed it before. 

As you walk you’re already thinking of tomorrow, of the financial possibilities if the buyer likes the pies and they ask you to keep coming back. You might be able to reach your goal sooner than you think and though you know you shouldn't get too excited, a glimmer of hope still shines within you.

Your steps feel that much lighter over the filthy city concrete below.

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You hold on as Jo makes a sharp turn. “Are you sure you don’t want some of my tea? You seem nervous.” 

“Nah, I’m good.” He replies. You know he's a bit of road demon but today he seems more on edge, he’s also way more chatty than usual. “So anyway, I told her she needed to get real for once and… “

You take a big gulp from your thermo letting him talk through his nervousness as VoxTek Tower comes closer. It was visible from the third floor of your apartment complex and it always seemed like such a distant aspect of life here in Pentagram City, so inconsequential to your own afterlife—but up front? You can literally feel the corporate presence sucking away your soul.

You’re directed towards the back once you pull up, and are given directions to the studio coordinator who made the order. 

There’s chaos all around you when you pull up, huge props and costumes wheeled to and from. Groups of technicians with lights and camera in tow. People with phones and clipboards shouting orders. Your van and cart of pies oddly fit right along the organized mayhem. 

“This is kinda cool.” Jo says hauling down one of the carts. 

“Right?”

Both of you do your best to avoid running into anyone on your way to the elevators, which are thankfully big enough to accommodate the carts.

The 13th floor is just as busy as the ground floor, maybe even more. You attempt to follow the sign that reads: SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE WITH FYTOR when a horde of demons rushes past you. 

“He’s here!” “Shit, do we have everything ready?” “If anything goes wrong, I … !” 

Jo glances at you and you shrug until you see him.

Vox, the CEO and owner of the VoxTek Enterprise.

He made sure his image was unavoidable if you resided in any part of the Pride Ring, more so than any of the other Overlords if you were one to keep up to date. 

“Wow.” Jo says.

And he’s right, the Overlord has so much more presence in person, towering over those crowding him.

“Woah there, no pictures, no pictures.” He says while fixing his coat, all long limbs and charisma. “I’m here on business, my valuable employees.” 

“And so are we.” You remind Jo, who continues to gawk at the Overlord.

“I’ve seen two Overlords in less than a month, it must be a sign or something, Nuria.” He says, glancing back.

“I hope it's a sign for wealth.” You reply.

Soon you’re at the back of the set, speaking with Myrna, the bizarre horse-snake chimera mix. “This all of them?” She asks with the same thick southern accent you heard on the phone.

“Yes, ma’am, all hundred of them.” You answer. Jo is ready with receipt and pen. “Now if you could sign here just to verify our delivery.” 

She ignores you as she grabs one of the pies, taking it out of its tiny box eating it all in one bite. You and Jo look at each other, unsure now if you’ll be paid. This wouldn’t be your first time, not because of the quality of the pies but because it was Hell and people were generally assholes, specially when it came to paying up sometimes.

“Oh Goodness Gracious!” She finally says, turning around to sign your form and grabbing another pie from the cart. You breathe easy again. “Set them over there, sugar.”

“A pleasure to do business with you!” You offer a smile and a handshake. “We hope we can continue catering your events!” 

“Of course!” She responds already walking away ignoring your hand. You sigh, so much for networking. 

You get busy anyway, moving some things around in the already lavish snack table to make room for your delivery Upon seeing who was visiting, the elaborate set up made sense. “I think we’re going to need another table.” You finally admit defeat after playing tray tetris, some stuff looked too expensive to touch.

“Let me see if I can find someone.” Jo offers.

And you’re left there to wait while he does that, that's what you liked about Jo an observant self-starter, you should look into increasing his pay soon. You're thinking that watching the crew work, it really does take a lot of manpower to get production on air. You kind of wish you had been invited to the ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister So What?’ Set instead. It was your guilty pleasure, putting it on as background noise while you worked on the pies for the following day. Maybe you’ll get lucky and see one of the actors on your way out. 

“Homemade pie?! It’s been decades!” A crisp male voice says from behind. 

Great, a potential customer! “Oh, our shop has been op— “ It’s Vox, the very CEO you saw on the halls before. He's leaning over the table taking in the smell.

“Are you the owner?” He asks sizing you up, his eyes going from your horns, face, body and finally settling on the wings at your hips. He quirks a brow at the sight, you hide them further back, a knee jerk reflex whenever people looked at them too long. You hated them.

“I sure am, sir. A pleasure to meet you.” You extend a hand out before he comments on the wings.

He takes your hand, doing a little bow to meet your eyes. “Well I do love a woman that can cook!” You do your best to keep the frown off your face. But aside from that, it was truly impressive to see the Overlord up-close. The light from his screen engulfs you in the low light of the set as his upper body tilts closer and you have to squint to keep the light from hurting your vision. “One so pretty as well. Are you one of the guests. What do you go by, doll?” 

“You’re too kind, sir. Nuria is the name. And no, sir, we're just here for delivery.”

“Vox, Sir! We were looking all over for you. The producer is eager to meet you.” A crew member emerges from one of the curtains. “Follow me, please.” They urge.

“Of course, of course. My apologies.” He answers, brilliant smile back on. “But I hope to see you around, Nuria.” He says letting go of your hand with a wink and a light sting of electricity from his body to the underside of your wrist. Your hand pulls back startled, he chuckles as he struts away.

Jerk, you murmur under your breath.

Jo comes back a few moments later dragging a large folding table borrowed from somewhere. 

“Let me give you a hand!”

You finish fairly quickly after that, when Myrna comes back again, taking the last bite of her second pie and seemingly ready for a third one. “You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

“Really?” Jo chirps. And you don’t have the heart to say no, your wrist still tingling from her boss' "greeting."

You’re herded to a corner though, where several screens show different angles of the set. One screen dictates what’s to happen at which times intervals during the show. One segment draws your attention. Special Guests, it reads, the name of the performing musical group - and then a live performance of a song you immediately recognize.

Sudden screaming from one of the hallways leading to another part of the studio has you and Jo glancing around. There’s the sound of slamming doors and objects being thrown around followed by a string of swears accompanied by several footsteps running towards the source of the screams.

“What the fuck is going on now?!” Myrna screams into her headset as she follows the chaos.

“Maybe it’s time we skedaddle?” Jo suggests scratching his cheek in mild concern.

But now it’s you who doesn’t want to leave. “We’ll be fine, Jo, besides I really want to see this.” You point to the screen. “Mamá Tozi, my grandmother, used to play this song all the time when I was little. It’s an oldie but a goodie, didn’t expect to see it here of all places.” You explain. “Want me to teach you how to dance cumbia?” 

“No?“ 

Too late you’re already grabbing his hands, placing them in position. “Let’s see, it goes 1, 2, 3… Nunca es suficiente para mí… ” You step forward, tilting one hip to the side and then to the other. It’s a bit difficult without the actual beat of the song but you manage following your own, “Tan-tan-tan, tan... “ Jo tries his best to follow along. “Porque siempre quiero más de ti. Yo quisiera hacerte más feliz.” And then a hum for the parts there’s no words for. You move his hand while keeping the other in a loose grip so you can do a half twirl and return to position, then motion with your hand for him to do the same. He follows through and you giggle as Jo rolls his eyes but continues to follow along. “Mi corazón estalla por tu amor. ¿Y tú que crees que esto es muy normal? Acostumbrado estás tanto al amor.”

“You know the song?” Myrna asks out of nowhere, you let go of Jo's hands (you hadn't notice when she came back.) “Have you performed before?” She presses.

“No… ” She didn't need to know about your previous stint at the Feisty Minx.

“Well there’s always a first time for everything.” Oh you did not where this was going.

“Turns out the vocalist for our scheduled group is feelin’ a little under the weather t’day, and by that I mean she’s too fucking wasted to even stand up, so we’re gonna need to improvise.” We? Who’s we? “Our CEO is here.” Our?

“Well I do wish you the best of luck and would you look at the time, Jo, we should be driving back soon.” You say looking at the black screen of your phone, then search for Jo’s hand again to get out of there as quickly as possible. But Myrna’s talons snatch your arm first. 

“Hey!” Jo tries to reach for you, but she easily pushes him back with the other hand. 

“You’ll do just as well.” She sneers.

“There’s no way you think I’ll get out there to put on a performance! Are you nuts?!” You drop the professional act, glaring at her instead - trying not to wince in pain, her grip hurts.

“I don’t think - I know you will.” She says, you’re standing on the tip of your toes with the way she continues to hold onto you. “Or there won’t be any payment for the order, AND I’ll make sure to run your little shop’s reputation to the ground. Would that be enough motivation for you?” 

“Oh yeah?” Jo speaks up, “You don’t know who you’re messing with!” Myrna hisses at him as response.

“I want triple the pay for the pies.” You say before Jo says anything else. There’s no need to involve Rosie.

Her eyes narrow. “Whatever.” She says and calls for a dressing room assistant. 

“Nuria, but… “ Jo whispers.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine, and we’ll make a killing on this one.” You smile as Myrna drags you further back. 

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He sits right on the front row.

Fights the urge to yawn while waiting for the next section as his employees scamper behind the camera. Someone offers him a second cup of whiskey which he takes without even looking to see who is offering it, he should really try to make an effort to actually engage with them. It was easier to win them over with feigned kindness than by force (though his peers would disagree). Especially now that they had the entire playing field to themselves.

It was the reason why he was there at all. To ensure the 'magic of TV' ran smoothly for captivating quality content. Their plan to monopolize Hell depended on them capturing as much support from the public as possible, by any means necessary. Indeed, with the battle against heaven broadcast he could feel himself growing in influence and power as every wretched sinner tuned in to watch. So strike and improve while the iron is hot was one of his many mottos.

It’s all he thinks as he watches the Host announce the next performer.

The lights dim as the cameras focus on the stage.

The lively melody of a trumpet is followed by the rest of the band’s instruments as flood lights cast over the vocalist at the center of the stage.

A tight sequin dress glimmers with the curve of her swaying hips, her shoulders also moving to the beat of the music.

But then she sings and suddenly it's the most interesting thing he’s seen all week. 

“Oh thank fuck!” Vox overhears one of the producer’s heads loud-whisper to someone on his right. 

“ Y tú te vas jugando a enamorar. Todas las ilusiones vagabundas que se dejan alcanzar.“ Her voice young and smooth in Spanish, he understands very little but knows them to be of a romantic melancholic nature. She spins, grabbing one of the trumpet players to accompany her on her dance and her solo dance from before flourishes with the new companion.

“Who’s that?” He finally asks, curious.

“She’s ah… an up and coming artist.” The producer’s heads answer in unison, then go over his notes to look for her actual name. The CEO watches as the ratings are directly sent to his screen. 

“Oh yeah?” He says taking a swing of his whiskey, liking the data he’s receiving.

“Nunca es suficiente para mí. Porque siempre quiero más de ti.” Her voice rises without losing the harmony in it, the musicians behind her faithfully follow her rhythm, nearing the end of the song. The numbers on Vox’ screen hit are all time high for the month, impressive considering this show’s underperformance in ratings.

“Wowowee!! How do you like them apples?” Fytor, the Host, gestures for a round of applause that goes on for some time. Someone whistles in admiration. “Los Demonios Azules!! Premiering our cultural segment, everyone.” He says for one last round of applause before the cut. 

And just like that, the vocalist who sang with such charm and charisma only moments prior drops the microphone and yanks the colorful fur wrap off her shoulders to throw it on the floor as well. Vox barely catches the moment she also yanks the gloves off her hands, stomping off the stage in a petty tantrum that could rival one of Val’s. 

“Well, looks like your little variety show gets to survives another year!” Vox remarks as he gets up from the chair. Both of the producer’s heads beam at the news. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” He says, adjusting his clothes in place before zapping himself away from the set to the dressing rooms.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

You’re taking off the gaudy and incredibly heavy earrings you were made to wear when a spark of electric blue appears behind you and you get up alarmed holding onto the dresser behind you. “Holy— “

VoxTek’s CEO materializes before you. 

“Greetings, my dear!” He smiles, “I don’t believe we were introduced.” 

The initial shock wears off quickly. “Yes we were!” You tear the humongous blonde wig off your head, then smear part of the makeup off with one hand. 

There is a pause where only the muffled screaming of the neighboring dressing room is audible. The band you performed with was infighting over the close call they had thanks to their drunken vocalist. 

“The pie girl?!” He asks incredulous after a moment before doubling over in laughter as if you just told the funniest joke he'd ever heard. Your fists tighten at your sides.

“Is everything ok in there?” Jo asks knocking at the door. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Be there soon, just taking care of a new fan.” You shout, voice dripping with sarcasm. You’re angry at being made to perform like a little wind up monkey but him laughing over it infuriates you even more. “Your bitch of an employee, Myrna, threatened to withhold my pay for the pies if I didn’t replace the singer.” You struggle to untie the gladiator shoes. How the fuck did they tie these damn shoes on you?! “Your guests suck, by the way.” 

“My sincerest apologies, my dear. I��ll make sure you get paid, money is not an issue.” He says going on knee to undo the knot. You pause, surprised by the gentleness in the sudden action. He takes all the time in the world taking off the shoe, then motions for the other foot placing it over his knee, no minding soiling his very expensive looking trousers.

“Ever thought about a career on television?” His tone is casual as he works.

“No, sir,”  You reply, all anger fizzled out, but quick to take your foot back, “I already have a contract with someone.”

The expression on the screen changes, now intrigued. “Oh? And may I know who the lucky demon is?” Hoping the answer will deter further questions you answer truthfully. 

“Rosie.” 

His screen glitches for a second, distorted static repeats the name. “Ro-rosie? Cannibal Town's Rosie? You don’t say!” 

You immediately sense that might have been the wrong answer, having forgotten the intricate web of relationships Hell’s Overlords maintained - and if his reaction was anything to go by, Rosie might not be someone he particularly cares for, for whatever reason. 

You reach for your clothes inching towards the door with the sequin dress still on, you don’t want to find out what else he might say. Or do over the new information. 

“Yes, sir, now if you’ll excuse me.” 

He slams the door shut when you open it and for a moment prickling fear overtakes you. Shit. You’re too scared to meet his eyes, feel him instead stand very close to you, but then the tie holding your wings together at your back to hide them comes off.

“This one hid from me.” You don’t need to see the cocky smile displayed on his screen as he speaks, “Here’s my assistant’s contact if you ever get tired of making pies, doll.”

“Thank you, I appreciate the offer, sir” You whisper, tone calm despite the lump in your throat, taking the card offered. 

Jo straightens up when the door opens. You school your face into neutrality so as not to freak him out. 

“C’mon, let’s go.” 

Though you’re sure he catches a glimpse of the CEO as the door closes behind you.

________________

You work in silence for the rest of the week, the small tv in the shop’s kitchen remained disconnected, missing several episodes of Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What? Testament of the bad taste the trip to VoxTek Tower left in your mouth. But it was nothing a good bath of crushed roses and herbs couldn’t fix. You had Jo do the bath too to make sure las malas vibras didn’t linger, even if “This is Hell, Nuria, we are all made of bad vibes.”

And before you knew it, Rosie’s new shipment arrived and that occupied your mind instead.

“No heads this time, Theo?”

“Nah, old hag Susan got it in her head that she wanted to start a forever soup business. Rosie would only let ‘er have the heads though.” 

“I see.” Works for you, that was the least favorite part you liked to work with, all that hair and eyeballs… made it hard to pretend it was sinners—not just regular game meat. Some things you don’t think you’ll be able to get used to no matter how many years passed down here.

You worked quickly, more than usual, finding yourself eager to see Rosie. Maybe out of some odd need to feel reassured under her protection. Which is how you found yourself at her place in less than two days.

You’re almost done at the Town’s plaza uneasily distributing the pies, without major incident. They listen, for the most part, Susan giving you a bit of a hard time but Theo was there to reinforce authority where usually Rosie would be the one overseeing the distribution. Today though, you were told, she was entertaining important company.

“Well, that’s the last of them.” You keep one for Rosie. Theo walks you to her place, chatting about the colony’s new found reputation from dangerous bloodthirsty savages to dangerous heroic bloodthirsty savages. 

“I’m sure that’s gotta count for something, Theo.” You nod along as you walk up to Rosie’s.

“Nuria, my precious girl!” Rosie calls out as soon as you enter her place. She’s coming for a hug, you barely have time to move the pie out of the way as she smothers you into her bosom. She seems more cheery than usual. “Come, come. I want you to meet my friend.” She says pulling you along to a table at the back. You don't think much of it this time either - as she's always trying to get you socialize more.

“Alastor, honey, this is Nuria! The girl I told you so much about.” 

Her long fingers wiggle as she motions to the man sitting by the table.

Alastor? Oh but that can't be...

You're frozen, pie in hand as the Radio Demon himself stands, the shadow covering his form dissipating to reveal his tall slender form. 

So this was The Important Company. 

“Charmed!” He smiles, the crackling static of his voice immediately setting you on edge.

Rosie's hand at your back gently pushes you forward to respond.

“Likewise, sir.” You manage, taking his hand in greeting. The handshake is solid and unexpectedly friendly.

"Oh now, Nuria, is okay—he doesn't bite, for the most part!" They both chuckle at the shared joke. You force yourself to chuckle along too.

“I stopped by your pie shop the other day, but it was about to close I’m afraid.” Of course, you heard all about it from Jo.

“Ah y-yes, my assistant did mention it. But please do visit again, we do make a couple of extra pies for special clientele.” You had to, some people didn’t take no for an answer.

“It wasn’t necessary, I was just passing by and the smell got my attention. It worked out for the best, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to try them in such good company.” He motions to Rosie.

“Oh Alastor, there you go again.” She says absolutely smitten. “Let me make us some more tea now that the refreshment is here. I mean the pie, Nuria, don’t fret.” You laugh; ha-ha! Yes, funny.

“Well then,” Clearing your throat you set the pie on the table, “it’s been a pleasure— “

“Aht, aht aht! I know what you’re about to do, dear, and I’m not having it.” Rosie’s hands rest at her hips. “Sit down, you’re a guest today.” 

“Oh but I… “ You shut up when she levels you with a look, not quite threatening yet, but getting there. You have never taken her there. Still, “I can help prepare the tea, I know this great recipe— “

“Sit down.”

You sit on the nearest chair. 

“Be right back~!” She shimmies away to her kitchen.

So you’re left alone with her friend. You knew at the periphery of awareness of the rumors about Rosie and the Radio Demon being close, but you never expected, nor in all honesty wanted, to run into him or any of her acquaintances. In and Out was your tried and proven method of operation. It had kept you safe, figures the one time you decided to stay at the VoxTek Tower you would—

“Lovely weather we’re having today.” His static voice takes you out of your thoughts.

“Hm? Oh yes, quite nice, I mean as nice as it can get.” You answer. 

“My, Rosie was not kidding when she said you were a very new here.” He observes, and you’re not sure how to take that. “How are you finding the new lifestyle?” He asks, tone polite.

What an odd thing to ask, miserable of course - everyone was miserable down here, but you get the feeling he wasn’t looking for honesty as much as just conversation. So you oblige. “Well, all things considered. It’s not too bad I suppose. I haven’t been purged yet so there’s that.” 

“Ah, an optimist, a rare breed. My cat could learn a thing or two from you.” He says crossing his legs.

“Your cat, sir?” 

“Please, call me Alastor, we can’t be that far apart in age when death came to us.” 

True, but calling him solely by his first name felt odd with the way he talked and just his general seniority over you in hell. “Um, what year did you… erm pass? if it’s not too rude to ask of me?”

“1933! And what a year it was.”

Oh wow. “That was during the Great Depression, am I correct? My grandmother was born during that period in history, quite amazing when you stop to think it.” 

“Well I have been called old in nastier ways I suppose,” He laughs, your hand covers your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult.”

“Oh it's quite alright, I was merely messing with you!” He chuckles, “It sounds like your grandmother was very precious to you.” 

“Of course, my grandmother was a very wise woman, though I think most would say that about their mothers.”

“And you would be right, my dear, mothers, grandmothers, matriarchs—all irreplaceable pillars of support in a decent society.” He responds and maybe you were being way too dramatic when Rosie introduced you to him.

“Tea is ready~! I hope both of you are getting along.” Rosie sings-songs with a tray of freshly brewed tea. 

“We’re getting along just fine.” Alastor replies. 

“Good, good.”

You busy yourself with helping Rosie cut the pie, serving two slices, relieved Rosie thought to bring cookies alongside the tea so you would have that instead. 

“I hope it’s to your liking.” You serve Rosie’s guest first as she watches on, pleased.

“I’m sure I will, dear.” He replies. And it’s so strange how different, how normal, he actually is from the rumors on the street. They made him seem almost otherworldly even by hell’s standards. 

“Delicious as always, Nuria.” Rosie exclaims at the first bite. You smile in response. “Go on, Alastor, give it a try.”

He follows suit. “There has yet to be the occasion where you have been wrong, my dear friend. One can still taste the panicked screams.”

Now that made him sound closer to the stories about him. “Thank you, sir.”

“Oh she calls you ‘sir,’ Alastor, isn’t she precious!” She says pinching your cheek. 

“I already said there’s no need. But I do appreciate the good manners.” He replies before taking another bite of the pie. “You know Charlie has been talking about a Grand Re-opening ceremony for the Hotel. I think these tasty treats would do a wonderful addition to the event!” 

You almost choke on your tea.

“My Goodness, you are right!” Rosie’s dark eyes set on you expectantly. “What do you say, Nuria?”

Clearing your throat, you think of the nicest way to refuse. “I’d love to but I think we’ll be taking a break from commissions for a bit.”

“Oh? But didn’t you just get a really big one from VoxTek?”

You cough to clear your throat, oblivious to the way her guest’s eyes narrow at the mention  “Yes, well… “

“Don’t tell me they didn’t pay you!” You can hear Rosie’s mood quickly souring, her demeanor darkening.

“No, no! On the contrary, they paid me thrice as much but—hm. I should, maybe I should start from the beginning.” So you tell them how your little jokey-joke dance forcefully landed you in front of the cameras and consequently with an offer by VoxTek’s CEO himself to work for his company, omitting the specific detail of how the offer was extended to you. “The whole ordeal was very degrading to be completely honest. I’m just thankful Jo and I were able to leave in one piece.”

“Ha! Why this sounds like the plot of a spicy novel!” The Radio Demon chuckles bemused. “A regular girl’s break into stardom by a sudden twist of sheer luck!” Rosie swats at him with her fan when she sees you’re not laughing along this time.

“Alastor, can you not this once?” After glaring at him she turns to you. “That’s terrible, darling! I’m sorry that happened. But do let me know if they ever give you any more trouble.” She says placing a hand over yours.

“Thank you, Rosie.” You already feel better about telling her about the ordeal, all you needed was to feel safe. “I think I got it for now.”

“That’s my girl.” 

“Well rest assured, Nuria, Charlie has far more class than the demons at the Vee tower. I can arrange for a visit if you’d like. I think it would benefit you as Rosie tells me you're saving up to move out of Pentagram City, though I can't imagine why anyone would want live away from such wonderful daily entertainment.” Oh wow, Rosie really did talk a lot about you. “Think of it as helping a friend of a friend.” His face and eyes are all sweet charisma, they look almost genuine. And you wonder if he’s only nice to you due to his friendship with Rosie or because he really is just like that with some people. “The reward could be handsome, she is the Princess of Hell after all, I’m sure you’ll be able to name your price once you charm her.”

Oh boy, the delivery van will be due for maintenance soon too…

“Does she have a date for the re-opening yet, sir?” 

Both Rosie and her guest share a smug look of triumph. 

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==> Corali: Check your phone

(Arriak belongs to @cloudbattrolls )

It was mid evening now, and Arriak just left not too long ago after doing a welfare check on you. Although he didn't know the recent stress you've been under, not hearing from you or seeing you at your job was enough to set off red flags in his mind and force him to follow up on your sudden disappearance. The look on his face when he saw the deep bags under your eyes, the light gone from your exhausted expression, the disarray of your hair, and the nights-old rumpled and stained clothes you were wearing would have broken your heart if it hadn't been so thoroughly demolished already. He didn't give you the option of turning him away.

You told him everything about the stalker, Thiomi's likely kidnapping, the loss of your job, and the subsequent relapse when the stress became too hard for you to bear anymore. You clenched your fists tightly enough for your nails to puncture your palm and bit your lip until you drew blood as you forced yourself not to cry in front of him. What little stubborn pride you had left in you forbade such a show of weakness. You would allow yourself release only when you were alone, and you were quick -- Perhaps a little too quick, not to mention sharp -- to silence him when he attempted to coax you into letting out your very obvious stress. You should have apologized when he flinched at your harsh refusal.

You should have, but you didn't. Stubborn as ever even in the midst of your anxiety at the worst it's ever been since you were five and being subjected to enslavement and constant abuse.

At the very least, he did you the kindness of confiscating what little of your alcohol you hadn't consumed. Which you thanked him for only to snap at him even more aggressively when he offered to help with your situation somehow and demanded he leave you to your misery. As if there was anything he can possibly do to un-fire you from your job and un-kidnap your would-be moirail and make you un-relapse. Any protest quickly died when you ejected the retractable blade from the back of your cybernetic arm and gave him a glare that could curdle milk.

You should have apologized for that, too, but you didn't.

After he left, you blew off steam by beating your punching bag in the garage until you had no strength left in you. You didn't have a choice. If you didn't completely deplete every ounce of anxious energy you had, you would have started throwing and breaking things.

By the time you thought to check your phone, the newest text message was fifteen minutes old. It's from Thiomi. You couldn't open the message fast enough. It was a video, but the thumbnail was a little bit blurry. It looked like the camera was facing Thiomi and someone else, which was odd, but you were just relieved to finally hear from her.

That relief immediately vanished when you watch the video.

With every word the disguised troll said, every cut made on Thiomi's body -- The poor girl was stripped of her sweater just to allow access to her arms unimpeded -- every drop of blood and tears from your pale crush, the tone her tormentor used when speaking directly to you

You could feel a fire light in your very core, a violently raging, swirling, erupting inferno that consumed your every thought. You crushed your phone in your hand, and you could feel your entire body suddenly feel like intense, almost maddening static like you were covered in poking and prodding pins and needles, the telltale sign that your secondary psionics were triggered. Suddenly the anxious energy you burned off came back one hundred fold, and you felt like you could take out an imperial drone with a single punch.

You stormed outside and let out a deafening, primal, enraged shout that you swear caused ripples in the once silent night air. You took another breath and screamed again, and again, and again until your throat was raw and your voice ragged and hoarse. Then you screamed again, one last time.

This was fucking war now, and you were a one woman army.

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour CHARLOTTE - JUL 19 2023

With special guests GIANT ROOKS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

5:30 PM - Doors Open

7:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - Giant Rooks

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

All show attendees are required to abide by the following procedures:

Guests can begin lining up no earlier than 9:00 AM on July 19. Sequentially numbered wristbands will be put on guests’ wrists upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

Guests must have a valid ticket for the Skyla Credit Union Amphitheatre show for July 19 to receive a wristband and all guests in a party must be present to receive a wristband.

Any guests that have camped overnight or arrived before 9:00 AM will not be given wristbands and will be sent to the back of the line.

There is no camping or overnight parking permitted at the venue. Any unauthorized vehicles on site prior to an event or after an event could be subject to ticketing and/or towed at the owners expense.

Guests are encouraged to return at 3:00 PM to queue for General Admission entry beginning at the Main Gate.

Security will honor wristbands from 3:00 PM - 4:00 PM.

After 4:00 PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis.

Gates open at 5:30 PM.

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line. Guests are not permitted to hold places in line. Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

FAST LANE PASS HOLDERS FOR LOUIS TOMLINSON:

Starting at 9AM, sequentially numbered wristbands will be put on Fast Lane Pass holders’ wrists upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

These wristbands will be different than GA so you will be allowed in before general admission.

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

🔆⚠️HIGH TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

HIGH TEMPERATURES expected in Charlotte!

Temperatures will reach 90ºF/ 32ºC

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

Wear sunscreen!

Scattered thunderstorms developing later in the day. Storms may contain strong gusty winds. Late night showers or thunderstorms.

💧⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️💧

YOU MUST Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

There is one entrance gate to the venue located in the parking lot between The Fillmore and VBGB. The Fast Lane Gate is adjacent to this gate and indicated with Fast Lane Flags. You must have your Fast Lane pass to utilize this gate. The VIP Club has a separate entry gate located through the front of The Fillmore. All guests using this gate must be VIP clients and have the appropriate ticket.

The venue is cashless! Pay with card and mobile pay!

Parking: The Music Factory has parking available in the parking deck across the street from the venue, or in the adjacent surface lot. Pricing varies by event. Once you arrive at the venue, there will be signage and staff members to direct you to the lots. Premier Parking ($50) available in advance here, opens at 4:00 PM.

Upgrades: VIP Club Access ($60) -  Private club with bar and private restrooms. Skyla CU Fast Lane ($20) - Skip the lines and get to your seats with less hassle! Fastest way to the PIT or LAWN. Be one of the first into the venue. Lawn Chair Rental ($15).

ADA info here

Cameras: disposable cameras, and small digital cameras ok. Any camera that has a detachable lens will not be allowed in. If the camera lens zooms out more than 1 inch- it will not be allowed in.

Water: 1 factory sealed plastic bottle of water up to 1 gallon or empty non-glass water bottle up to 1 gallon

Food: in clear 1-gallon ziploc type bags

Smoking is permitted in the plazas and lawn area only.

Small Blankets/Beach towels (no larger than 3'x5') ALLOWED

Lawn chairs without roof, leg or arm extensions, no higher than 9 inches off the ground ALLOWED

Small pocket sized umbrellas (use in plazas only) ALLOWED

NO Alcohol, other beverages and camelbacks except sealed water

NO Cans, Bottles and Glass

NO Hard sided coolers

NO Picnic baskets

NO Large blankets

NO Large Umbrellas

NO Inflatable Chairs, bag chairs, camping chairs, or folding chairs

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Controlled Substances

NO Fireworks or sparklers

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Wrapped gifts

NO chains of any kind

NO Recording devices, iPads/laptops

NO Selfie sticks, drones

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Poi/Rave Balls, Levitation Sticks, Rave Sticks or Glow wands

NO Frisbees, Footballs, or other projectiles

NO Strollers

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

Lost & Found info here

VIEW VENUE MAP 

VIEW SEAT MAP 

*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security.

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

Clear bags no larger than 12”x6”x12” and

Unclear bags no larger than 6”x9”.

This applies to all bags including totes, clutches, and fanny packs. 

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Signs over 11" x 8" are not allowed

Merch:

Merch will be available at Concert Gear booths located in the main plaza.

Please make sure you check that you have the correct size and there are no defects in the shirt before you walk away from the stand.

The venue cannot assist with replacing or refunding any merchandise after the event has ended.

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 704-549-1292. You can also access their website. Check their Twitter and IG for updates. Address: 1000 NC Music Factory Blvd, Charlotte, NC 28206. Venue: Skyla Credit Union Amphitheatre

[alexturner]

another update from my life as a full time concert go-er, am ziggo dome night 1 memories under the cut

because may 5 is a holiday in the netherlands; liberation day, so loads of music festivals all over the country and busy roads. and because i had work and still wanted to see something, i got early entry tickets for this show.

i arrived at like 5pm and got to walk right in. it’s the first time i ever did the early entry thing and it was surreal. the reception was a bit like checking into a hotel? and we got a “goodie bag” (an am tote bag with a green, football match-like “ARCTIC MONKEYS” scarf and an AM lanyard + special card to indicate early access “status”) we also got to look at the merch before everyone else (but i forgot my bank card in the locker 🤦‍♀️ so i missed out on the poster 🥺). anyway -- flashforward to when they let us in!!

despite walking into the venue at like 5pm i somehow ended up in the second/third row with the people who had numbers between 25 and 30 😳 it was the first time i’ve ever been on jamie’s side!!! i personally wouldn’t recommend standing on the sides if you’re planning on being very very close to the stage because there’s camera’s on either side of the stage (between nick and alex and between alex and jamie) and they kinda... obscure your view. i did not see matt 😔 the middle is the way to go if being that close is your cup!! but in general i woudn’t recommend being THIS close because the stage is just so pretty from more of a distance (like between rows 6-8 is perfect i think)

regardless i had a fantastic time!!!! they played the exact same setlist as when i saw them in oberhausen, which was absolutely fine, i loved hearing big ideas/suck it and see/fluorescent adolescent/i wanna be yours again. and alex wore a different blazer!!!!!! which honestly looked a little tbhc era to me 👀

i do feel like the energy was a bit less than in oberhausen (except for the view which went fast and hard as fuck). i do still think the boys were having a good time! alex was clearly having a blast with the name of the place, which is something that’s been recurring on the tour. at some point he was like “i’ve been in showbusiness a long time, but i don’t think i’ve ever been in the ziggo dome!” (maybe because the last time you were here for a venue show in 2011, the ziggo dome wasn’t even a thing) and during body paint he kept repeating “ziggo! ziggo! ziggo!” which was very funny. i think my TV and internet provider ziggo, which the dome is named after/sponsored by, should use this in their advertisement

i had a very, very good time. i’m super excited to go again tomorrow with my “regular” standing tickets and hopefully get more of a view of the stage and of the other boys!! also i saw the printed setlist from the stage and it gave them some setlist changing possibilities (swapping four out of five for don’t sit down, big ideas for ritz, mirrorball for star treatment) so i’m reeeeeeally hoping we’ll get some different songs tomorrow!!!!! (✨️🕯 manifesting ritz and star treatment 🕯✨️)

[iviarellereads]

Exit Strategy, Chapter 2

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

In which I feel a lot of secondhand anxiety and get a punch to the gut.

Murderbot needs to get to TranRollinHyfa, and fast. It looks for extra-fast transports, though not in a direct trip, and finds one leaving in four hours for a hub from which it can get to its destination.

It never particularly wanted to travel this way, but mostly because it wasn't sure it could hack weapon scanners and ID and payment systems all at once. Between expanding its hacking capabilities, and the false identities and currency cards in Gerth and Wilken's bag, it can do what it needs to.(1) It picks an ID, and peels its skin up at the shoulder to insert the marker. It even manages this without leaking. And, it's the first time it's actually labeled and considered, pseudo-legally, as a human. It feels weird.

It books passage for itself with a private cabin and meal delivery, so it can throw the food in the recycler so it doesn't look suspicious that it's not using the facilities. It only sees four humans on the way to its cabin, and hopes not to see another single one for the whole seven-cycle trip.

While in transit, it sorts through all the news and information it has. From GrayCris's perspective, Mensah bought MB right before it disappeared, then Mensah said publicly that someone needed to investigate Milu, then a seemingly uncontrolled SecUnit showed up at Milu, saved it from falling into the planet, and acquired proof it was an illegal operation. Abene and her team's testimony, as well as that of Wilken and Gerth, assured those last two points were in heavy circulation. GrayCris assumed, fairly, that Mensah sent MB to Milu to sabotage them.(2)

It also spends some time soothing its anxiety with media, including a "fictionalized documentary" about the history of human space exploration. It's surprised to see that, if the information provided is accurate, a variation of SecUnits used to be made with parts from humans who died of illness or injury. MB has trouble believing it's true, and switches shows partway through the second episode.

And, it prepares. It studies everything it could grab about TranRollinHyfa. (It's not surprised to find that Palisade also calls it their corporate home.) It fine-tunes its code for taking over security cameras.

When the transport arrives at the hub, MB is glad that nobody's waiting for it, for its own sake and because it indicates the false IDs are uncompromised. It spends a few hours in a transient hotel, pulling from any database it can access or hack into to find information about TRH, and trading its ID out. Worrying that it might already be too late, it doesn't make an extra hop, just books directly to TRH.

I hesitated over my memory clips from Milu, the ones still hidden in my arm and Wilken and Gerth’s clip. I didn’t know how useful the information was anymore. But Miki had died for that information, whether it knew it or not.(3)

Instead of taking it into GrayCris territory, MB buys a parcel package, puts all the data clips in it, and addresses it to Mensah's marital partners, taking the address from its old company records of PresAux's forms.

It's hiding in its next transport cabin when it finds a newsburst, relayed in on a ship that just docked. Dr Bharadwaj made a statement that Preservation is taking steps to resolve issues with GrayCris. MB isn't quite sure what to make of that, but it settles on this being part of hostage negotiations. It does get curious that there's nothing from DeltFall or MB's own ex-company. GrayCris is going to an awful lot of trouble for the alien remnants they can no longer sell or develop. It's not looking good.

Four cycles aboard this transport, and it reaches TRH. While monitoring the transport's comms on approach, it picks up a navigation alert from the Port Authority, and notices that there's a company(4) gunship just on the float near the station.

I had thought that if Mensah had actually gone to TranRollinHyfa voluntarily to negotiate with GrayCris, then the bond might have been high enough to require a gunship. But then why wasn’t it docked? Did Mensah need rescuing or what? I needed intel, and there was one way to get it.

Knowing it has twenty seven minutes before docking, MB does "something stupid" and hacks through to the gunship's feed, giving it a decryption key that marks it as company property, and a tag that it's in stealth mode. The transport acknowledges, and after a short delay, MB sends another signal, and receives a databurst in response. It acknowledges and breaks the connection.

Slowly, carefully picking apart the databurst, it's a disaster. The gunship's contract status is "Retrieve: Suspended Due to Neutral Party Access Denial, Escalation Out of Contracted Parameters". The client ID is Mensah's, and the same as from MB's contract, which means this is likely still part of the same bond agreement. The gunship was likely denied docking thanks to GrayCris's local connections.

Worse, the status includes "Secondary Clients Status: Recognizance", which means other clients from the contract have left company protection parameters. Pin-Lee, Ratthi, and Gurathin were not in the group that returned to Preservation, and it could include any or all of them. They likely took a shuttle and docked privately.

When its transport finally docks, MB disembarks with a crowd of 43 people who were traveling together, hiding in plain sight.

Security is tight, though, and it has to deflect a lot of weapons and recognition scans. There are two companies who have SecUnits available for rental, neither its ex-company, and more security companies that might have their own stock to deploy. But, it's not too worried about anyone deploying SecUnits on transit rings, as they'd cause too much damage. It puts the odds at 15% at best.(5) And even then, they'd have to find it.

Still, my human skin was prickling with nerves. The extra security seemed to support a theory I had. Or maybe I mean a hypothesis. Whatever, the idea was that if Bharadwaj’s statement in the newsburst had been a message to GrayCris, a sign that Preservation would cooperate to save Dr. Mensah, then the stories about Mensah being arrested, about her going to or somehow being taken to TranRollinHyfa were messages, too. Messages to me.

MB thinks GrayCris might be trying to lure it here, to TRH. It doesn't know why they'd want it,(6) when they already have Mensah, but it does mean that MB has to secure an exit before it gets in too deep. It pulls all the specs from security feeds it's picked up on its walk, and tags them to examine later.

Browsing a shop as cover, MB does some more digging, and finds a single shuttle with a company ID code in dock. It feels weird, having familiar humans so close. It matches the shuttle's berth to a hotel log. It needs intel, and they're its best available source. It leaves the shop, making sure to do a performative loop of the offerings, and heads off to meet some old friends.

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(1) There's a long aside about identity markers and how the Corporate Rim tracks citizens, sub-citizens, and visitors from outside the rim, and how MB has serial numbers on bits it will never get rid of. I feel like it distracts from the plot, despite being very interesting information, so I'm discussing it down here instead. Take that, organizationally focused brainmeat! But really, it is rather interesting how it compares humans being able to cut their IDs out of them, to its serial numbers. It's a bit heavy-handed, but the serf class do have so much less freedom than the "people" classes, particularly freedom of movement, which is the most relevant here. (2) Given that the statement about investigating Milu was done publicly, I wouldn't be so sure Mensah didn't intend for Murderbot to get the message, despite not having any sort of email or contact address. (3) OOFA! A little warning next time you wanna sucker punch me like that, Murderbot/Wells. (I'm just kidding, never stop.) (4) I really find it fascinating that MB never says the company's name. Any generic reference to a company is its ex-company, unless it's very specifically being general in context about companies. It won't tell us what the logo is, only that it's etched into its bones. It's a fascinating way of dealing with the implication of the trauma of having been owned. (5) Do you know what they say about million to one chances, Murderbot? (6) I expect they think MB might have more evidence on it, and they want every loose end tied off.

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Completed the Paldean Pokédex. So here's where I can give some thoughts on Pokémon Scarlet.

Pros:

I was skeptical on the idea of a fully open world Pokémon main series game (and I'm just generally not too much of a fan of the Open World trend), but Scarlet did make it work pretty well.

Any part of the story orbiting Arven, i.e. the HM hunt and the game finale, was pretty good.

They fixed some of the issues I had with Sword, such as items marked as favorite becoming unfavorited if your amount of that item drops to 0 for any amount of time and the overly linear map designs (granted, that one's a given).

We finally get to customize our character during character creation, which is a massive upgrade from having to pick a preset look, and then needing to wait until the game gives us colored contacts and access to a hair stylist.

Terastalization is a pretty good mechanic.

Larry is fantastic. He deserves a bullet point. Sadly, he uses Flying Types in the Elite Four, so I'm still waiting on GF to give us a Normal Type Elite Four member.

Good main game content. Granted, I did spend some time dicking around, but the game still managed to give me 30 hours worth of activity before rolling credits.

Gym leaders are pretty well implemented as generally well respected figures within their cities' communities.

Cons:

While open world is mostly well executed, it would have been nice if at the very least the Gym leaders scaled their teams based on your progress. This concept is even hinted at with Katy mentioning that she goes easy on challengers because she's typically the first gym they tackle, and an open world structure would have been the exact time to actually capitalize on this idea.

A lot of my issues with Sword are sadly still here, such as the removed moves, a pretty poor bag UI, dexit, no berry farming, no GTS.

The box system doesn't work too well.

No chain battling facility? Am I just unable to find an obvious facility, or does this game not have a dedicated facility for battling series of trainers with level and team restrictions? Even Sword had the Battle Tower.

I don't particularly care for the soundtrack this time around.

I like IV breeding, but the ease with which bottle caps are available, this game is actively telling me that doing so is a waste of time, which doesn't exactly feel nice.

Tera Raids have a lot of issues. I like how they offer a more fast paced to the point version of Max Raiding, but the menu has issues, and there's times where we just have to stare at the screen as nothing happens on either end.

There's a lot of general presentation issues: shadows blinking in and out of existence, camera clipping through terrain quite often, dev cubes just being visible for some reason, stone textures looking like they're some sort of flowing liquid when you get closer to them, etc.

Performance: Why can't a battle just start when I challenge a wild Pokémon? Like, I just stare at it for a couple of seconds and then the battle starts. Do you really need to load the entire battle system each time or something?

Random crashes. In just 100 hours, I've experienced 3 crashes and 1 hardlock.

I've completed the game. Let me wear something other than my school uniform already.

All in all, this game is a huge step up from Sword, but it kinda falls apart when you compare it to some of the other big titles on the Switch. Game Freak really does need more time and resources for the games in this series, but sadly the Pokémon company has a plethora of other media that is reliant on them pumping out new games at this pace, which sadly means that we'll likely never again see a main series game not be rushed.

I'm kinda expecting them to try and push a Battle Frontier/Maison/Tree/Tower like facility in a paid DLC at some point during this year, which... would kinda suck to see them axe a feature only to offer it as DLC later.

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Which Compact Power Bank is Best for Smartphones and Tablets?

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In today’s fast-paced world, staying connected is essential, and that means having a reliable power source for your devices on the go. A compact power bank charger is a game-changer, offering portable and convenient energy to keep your devices running without weighing you down.

What Is a Compact Power Bank Charger?

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Smart luggage refers to suitcases or bags equipped with technology-enhanced features. These features can include built-in charging ports, GPS tracking, digital locks, weight sensors, and even self-propelled movement. Essentially, smart luggage aims to make travel more convenient, efficient, and secure. Smart Suitcases with GPS Tracking Losing luggage can be a traveler's worst nightmare. Smart suitcases equipped with GPS tracking technology ensure that your belongings are always within reach. These suitcases come with built-in trackers that sync with your smartphone, allowing you to monitor their location in real-time. Self-Weighing Luggage Avoid overweight baggage fees with self-weighing luggage. These innovative suitcases have integrated scales that display the weight of the bag, helping you pack smartly and stay within airline weight limits.

Portable Chargers and Power Banks: Essential Travel gear

Portable chargers and power banks are essentially the same thing. They are rechargeable batteries that you can carry with you to charge your electronic devices, such as smartphones, tablets, or even laptops, when you don't have access to a power outlet High-Capacity Power Banks Staying connected is crucial while traveling. High-capacity power banks ensure that your devices, such as smartphones, tablets, and cameras, remain charged throughout your journey. Look for power banks with multiple USB ports and fast-charging capabilities for added convenience. Solar-Powered Chargers For eco-conscious travelers, solar-powered chargers are a fantastic option. These chargers harness solar energy to recharge your devices, making them perfect for outdoor adventures where electrical outlets are scarce.

Noise-Canceling Headphones: Travel accessories

Noise-canceling headphones are headphones that use technology to reduce unwanted background noise. These innovative gadgets create sound waves that counteract the ambient noise, resulting in a quieter listening experience. This is particularly useful in noisy environments like airplanes, offices, or public transportation Over-Ear Noise-Canceling Headphones Long flights and noisy environments can be exhausting. Over-ear noise-canceling headphones provide superior sound quality and block out unwanted noise, allowing you to enjoy music, podcasts, or simply some peace and quiet. In-Ear Noise-Canceling Earbuds For travelers who prefer a more compact option, in-ear noise-canceling earbuds offer excellent noise reduction and portability. These earbuds are perfect for blocking out ambient noise while on the go.

Travel-Friendly On-the-go tools

Travel-Friendly Gadgets are innovative devices designed to enhance the travel experience by offering convenience, efficiency, and comfort. These gadgets include portable chargers, compact luggage, noise-canceling headphones, and multi-functional tools. They are compact, lightweight, and often versatile, ensuring that travelers can stay connected, organized, and comfortable throughout their journeys. Universal Travel Adapters One of the most essential travel gadgets is a universal travel adapter. These adapters accommodate various plug types, ensuring that you can charge your devices no matter where you are in the world. Portable Wi-Fi Hotspots Stay connected anywhere with a portable Wi-Fi hotspot. These cool gadgets provide secure and reliable internet access, making it easy to stay in touch with loved ones and access important travel information.

Health and Safety Travel Gadgets

Health and Safety Travel Gadgets are specialized devices designed to protect and promote well-being while traveling. These travel gadgets include portable water purifiers, UV sterilizers, travel first aid kits, and personal safety alarms. They help travelers stay healthy by ensuring clean drinking water, maintaining hygiene, and providing immediate medical assistance. By integrating these Travel gizmos into your travel gear, you enhance safety and ensure a healthier journey. Portable Water Purifiers Access to clean drinking water is vital when traveling. Portable water purifiers remove bacteria, viruses, and other contaminants from water sources, ensuring that you have safe drinking water no matter where you are. Personal Safety Alarms For solo travelers, personal safety alarms offer peace of mind. These compact Travel gizmos devices emit a loud alarm when activated, deterring potential threats and attracting attention in emergency situations.

Comfortable Travel Gadgets

Comfortable Travel Gadgets are designed to enhance relaxation and ease during your journeys. These gadgets include items like ergonomic neck pillows, portable footrests, and travel blankets that improve comfort on long flights or road trips. Additionally, noise-canceling headphones and sleep masks can help create a restful environment, while compact heated blankets or cooling towels provide temperature control. Integrating these comfort-enhancing tools into your travel routine ensures a more enjoyable and restful experience, no matter where you go. Memory Foam Travel Pillows Get a good night's sleep on long journeys with memory foam travel pillows. These pillows provide excellent neck support and comfort, helping you arrive at your destination well-rested. Compression Socks Long flights can lead to swollen legs and feet. Compression socks improve blood circulation and reduce swelling, making them an essential travel accessory for long-haul flights.

Organizational Gadgets

Organizational Gadgets are innovative tools designed to keep your travel essentials neatly arranged and easily accessible. These travel gadgets include items like packing cubes, travel organizers, and multi-compartment toiletry bags. They help streamline packing, prevent clutter, and ensure that everything from documents to travel gadgets is in its designated place, making your travel experience more efficient and stress-free. Packing Cubes Keep your luggage organized with packing cubes. These small, zippered Road trip gear bags help you compartmentalize your belongings, making it easy to find items without rummaging through your entire suitcase. Digital Luggage Scales Avoid surprises at the airport with digital luggage scales. These portable scales allow you to weigh your luggage before heading to the airport, ensuring that you stay within weight limits and avoid extra fees.

Entertainment Gadgets

Entertainment Gadgets are travel devices designed to keep you entertained and engaged while traveling. These include portable gaming consoles, e-readers, and compact Bluetooth speakers. Travel tech gadgets offer a range of activities, from playing games and listening to music to reading books, ensuring you stay entertained during long flights, train rides, or downtime at your destination. These travel gadgets enhance your travel experience by providing enjoyable distractions. Portable E-Readers Traveling offers the perfect opportunity to catch up on reading. Portable e-readers are lightweight and can store thousands of books, providing endless entertainment without taking up much space. Compact Projectors For those who enjoy watching movies or giving presentations on the go, compact projectors are an excellent choice. These small devices can project high-quality images onto any surface, turning any space into a mini-theater.

Photography Gadgets

Photography Gadgets are specialized devices that enhance your ability to capture high-quality images during travel. These Travel tech include compact cameras, portable tripods, and smartphone lenses that improve photo clarity and stability. Additional tools like drone cameras offer unique aerial perspectives, while portable lighting solutions help in low-light conditions. Integrating these gadgets ensures that you can document your travels with professional-quality photos, preserving memories with exceptional detail and creativity. Action Cameras Capture your adventures with action cameras. These durable and waterproof cameras are perfect for recording high-quality videos and photos during activities like hiking, snorkeling, and biking. Portable Tripods Achieve perfect shots with portable tripods. These lightweight and compact tripods provide stability for your camera or smartphone, ensuring clear and professional-looking photos.

Personal Hygiene Gadgets

Personal Hygiene Gadgets are devices designed to maintain cleanliness and hygiene while traveling. These include portable toothbrushes with built-in UV sanitizers, travel-sized electric razors, and compact facial steamers. They ensure that you can maintain your personal grooming routine conveniently on the go. By incorporating these travel gadgets into your travel kit, you can stay fresh and clean, even when access to traditional hygiene facilities is limited, enhancing your overall travel experience. Travel-Sized Toiletries Stay fresh and clean with travel-sized toiletries. These compact products are designed to meet airline regulations and save space in your luggage. Portable Electric Toothbrushes Maintain oral hygiene with portable electric toothbrushes. These toothbrushes offer superior cleaning compared to manual ones and often come with travel cases for easy packing.

Fitness Gadgets: Travel tech

Fitness Gadgets are devices designed to help you maintain your exercise routine and track your health while traveling. These Travel tech include fitness trackers that monitor steps, heart rate, and calories burned, portable resistance bands for workouts, and compact exercise equipment like foldable yoga mats. By using these travel gadgets, you can stay active and motivated, ensuring that your fitness goals remain on track even when you're away from home. Wearable Fitness Trackers Stay active on your travels with wearable fitness trackers. These devices monitor your physical activity, heart rate, and sleep patterns, helping you maintain a healthy lifestyle on the go. Portable Resistance Bands For fitness enthusiasts, portable resistance bands are a must-have. These Travel tech bands are lightweight, versatile, and perfect for a variety of exercises, allowing you to keep up with your fitness routine anywhere.

Language Translation Gadgets

Language Translation Travel Gadgets are devices that facilitate communication in foreign languages. These include portable translators, translation apps, and smart translation earbuds. They enable travelers to understand and converse in different languages quickly, breaking down language barriers and enhancing interactions with locals during trips. Electronic Translators Break down language barriers with electronic translators. These devices provide instant translations for spoken and written language, making communication easier in foreign countries. Translation Apps For those who prefer using their smartphones, translation apps offer a convenient solution. These apps translate text and speech in real-time, helping you navigate unfamiliar languages effortlessly.

Eco-Friendly Travel Gadgets

Eco-friendly travel gadgets are items designed to reduce environmental impact while traveling. They often replace single-use plastics or offer sustainable alternatives to traditional travel accessories. These gadgets help minimize waste, conserve resources, and promote a greener way to explore the world Reusable Water Bottles Reduce plastic waste with reusable water bottles. These bottles are environmentally friendly and often come with built-in filters for clean drinking water. Eco-Friendly Toiletries Opt for eco-friendly toiletries that are biodegradable and free from harmful chemicals. These products are better for the environment and your health.

Conclusion Of Best travel gadgets

Investing in the right travel gadgets can significantly enhance your travel experience, making it more comfortable, safe, and enjoyable. From smart luggage to portable chargers and noise-canceling headphones, these gadgets are designed to meet the needs of modern travelers. Whether you're embarking on a short trip or a long journey, the right gadgets can make all the difference. If you are looking ideas about travel luggage bag, we suggest you to visit "Bag Travel" where you can get best reviews and suggestions about luggage bags, This will help you to choose right Travel Bag for your travel gadgets Read the full article