#Soul City Music Box

[chaoticladyfire]

Things I screamed about in ATSV (spoilers)

-Got to rewatch the film so I’m just going to add the colours changing to warmer tones when Gwen hugs her father. Not even ten minutes in and I was already crying.

-Realised that we missed the Gwen-Vulture fight BUT got to see Jessica Drew enter the scene like a bad ass in her bad ass bike and hearing the audience collectively say ‘me too’ when Gwen asked if Jessica could adopt her. 

-Screaming OSCAR ISAAC when Miguel spoke

-Lyla. Just Lyla.

- ‘Do you say anything other than no?’ ‘No-YES!’ more of miguel and jessica pls

-The Spot’s introduction. I didn’t see any promotional stuff, teasers or even trailers before watching this film so I had no idea who or what the The Spot was which was great because he really went from villain of the week to villain of the movie. And they clearly had a great time choreographing the fight scenes with him

-Miles’ heating up the beef patty while the spot and the convenience store man argue

-Miles patting the spot’s with a ‘good cow’ text

-Gwen and Miles both having to deepen their voices to avoid being recognised by their respective cop dads

-Miles saying that he can get two cakes when the counsellor says you can’t have your cake and eat it too and then bringing two cakes for his father’s party and neither of them saying what he wanted to convey. 

-Rio and Jeff scolding an annoyed miles but instantly smiling when a relative hugs them what an universal experience 

-Gwen teasing Miles for drawing her in his notebook almost obsessively but also breaking the biggest rule to spend time with him knowing the consequences. 

-As they went to talk, my friend leaned over and said ‘yeah I bet they will talk’ and when they only talked he groaned very loudly at which point I had to remind him Miles was only 15 

-Watching Jeff talk to Spiderman about his son not knowing his son is spiderman

-The DJ increasing the volume when Miles’ parents started scolding him in the middle of the party (the real mvp of the movie actually) 

-JK Simmons cameo that no one seems to be talking about??? Embarrassingly enough I had to literally scream into my friend’s ear for most of the people to realise it was indeed JK Simmons

-Just the entire Mumbattan scene. It was so exciting to see my city be represented like that, still a bit cliched in my opinion but not like Slumdog so obviously they have updated their views. Everything from the traffic gag to Pav’s rant about chai tea had the theatre howling. Also the detail of the thought boxes (?) and sounds being written in Hindi 

-Screaming DANIEL KALUUYA

-My friend and I are huge fans of the UK punk scene (her for the ideologies and myself for the music and fashion) so Hobie was a dream come true. He was already super cool with his guitar and mohawk costume but when he revealed his face it was just so amazing

-Gayatri is every indian’s dream girl with her modern shirt-flannel and jeans combo mixed with bangles and piercings I really wish we get to see more of her in the next movie. Anyway there was a lot of wolf-whistling and hooting for her and Pav

-Also Pavitr literally means pure I don’t know if they did that on purpose or not but I love it

-His pet name being Pav cured my soul

-’This is the most emotional I have seen him’ and Captain Singh has no emotions at all

-I want to see how they came up with so many spider designs because each was so unique and immediately endearing. My friend who is also a big dinosaur fan screamed DINOSAUR 

-Kind of obsessed with how detailed Ben Reilly’s arms are they did not need to go that hard with it

-Tom Holland’s Spider-Man being referred to as ‘the little nerd’ by Miguel

-When everyone was making puns about the Spot my friend leaned over and said ‘i wonder which hole the spot prefers’ it is a miracle we are still friends actually

-The Donald Grover cameo!!!

-Peter B Parker having a cute little baby with the love of his life is what he deserves

-Miguel O Hara is one step away from becoming a Batman-Spiderman 

-Hobie’s admiration for Mayday being the avatar of chaos Spider-baby

-Screaming ANDY SAMBERG

-I think they saw the appreciation for the art style in the previous film and then trebled it for this film and I cannot thank them enough for it

-Peter complaining about how Miguel breaks the Spiderman tradition of being funny and witty and Miguel being the first anomaly 

-Every scene with the Spot is very unnerving because as I said, you watch him transform from this joker to a literal void of vengeance and it is every bit of terrifying

-Miguel is a man suffering from the destruction of an entire universe because of his selfish actions and forcing that anomaly narrative on a fifteen year old boy who became a spiderman on accident and doesn’t want his father to die because of that. Unlike the Spot, who isn’t even human anymore, Miguel is drowning in grief and guilt and trying to ignore it by holding the weight of the spider-verse on his shoulder. I hated him so much for making a boy go through that but then I just couldn’t in the end. 

-Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire cameo!!! Hopefully we’ll get a fun Tom Holland one too in the next movie.

-’Let me guess, he died?’ being a therapist for Spider Men must be a fairly boring job after a few patients.

-I just loved the absolute of wrongness of the scene where Miles returns ‘home’. The rain and darkness. I didn’t really think about Rio asking Miles what happened to his hair because I thought she was referring to the rain (although of course she wouldn’t ask him why his hair was wet when it was obviously raining outside) but realised something was wrong when he didn’t know about comic con but she did because in the first film there’s a joke about Peter B Parker explaining the concept to Miles. 

- This movie is not good for my father related issues

-The glaring neon welcome sign when the gang end up in Earth 42

-How did Uncle Aaron get even scarier? 

-Miles being the Prowler is honestly a great twist I saw it coming but still felt the shock of the reveal

-Prowler Miles having an accented voice meaning his father probably died when he was young and he only had his mom growing up

-Can’t wait for the original spider team to return for the third film seeing as they brought back Spider-Man Noir and Spider Ham and Peni Parker

-Screaming WHAT when the ‘to be continued’ appeared because that cliffhanger is absolutely destructive. All that adrenaline and excitement just popped. I’m still oscillating between being impressed and being disappointed. 

I probably skipped over a lot of other scenes because these were the most memorable and I only watched the film once (unfortunate) but I can’t wait for the movie to hit streaming services and watch it again and again for all the other details I missed. Ill probably keep adding things as I remember

[dark-dragon-8]

A Supernatural × Batman crossover where the Batfam are actual cryptids and the brothers are sent to hunt them, only to find out that these guys are pretty much immortal, god like beings whose only weaknesses are each other, the sun and some weird sentient manifestation of their home city that they seem to care about, and most of them already grew out of the second one, since, apparently, the sun only affects them when they're newborns/newly transformed/changed.

The whole reason they ended up in Gotham in the first place was because of some online rumors saying that there is a demon cult in the city, as well as Blüdhaven [it's true, partially, the Bat clan has had several cults and/or religions painting them as godly beings/saviours of Gotham throughout the years, still do (imagine the colonies from F'ing Demon Bats, only this time the cryptid part of them is actually real)] along with shrines for human sacrifices.

At first they thought the locals sold themselves to a Pagan God in exchange for their safety, that the shrines and "holy grounds" spread throughout the city were for blood and human sacrifices and the creatures were feeding on the souls of their followers or something.

Turns out, that couldn't be further from the truth. Yes there were bloody sacrifices at the shrines, but most of the time those were just grieving kids bringing their dead pets to silence's holy grounds for them to be healed, or taken care of, by the spirit and have their souls at peace. But, again, that was rare, and only occurred at the holy grounds themselves rather than the shrines people attended to daily.

Majority of those shrines were filled with books, art supplies, music boxes with ballerinas and, sometimes, you could even find a few trinkets and computer parts, as well as the occasional plates and plastic boxes filled with home cooked meals, sometimes they even put pots and kettles filled to the brim with savory goods and nice tea. Nobody ever touched the food, not even the poor and desperate, when asked why all the brothers received were looks of horror and hushed whispers about how "The bats don't like thieves" and "They'll stop coming by the shrine, maybe even destroy it if we do that"

Dean didn't like it, neither did Sam, they didn't like how the locals, people who barely even bat an eye when they see a dead body on their way to work, get so scared and terrified as soon as they hear of something that might displease the Bats. They tried asking around, trying to figure out what is it that makes them so scared of their dearly beloved deities, after all, they talk about them like such a wonder, like they're the best thing that ever happened to them. Hell, one of them is named Mercy and was revered for its compassion and understanding of those around them.

They only got their answer when investigating a place called Crime Alley. They locals were all the same, if not even more reserved than their city's counterparts, but there was one person, a young girl who couldn't be older than ten that said she'll be willing to answer their questions in return for some money and stories from their time as hunters. They were reluctant at first, but seeing as they haven't had much of an option, they agreed.

"So, Masey" Dean started

"Missy" she corrected

"Right, sorry, Missy, you said that you could tell us what's up regarding those demons"

"Deities" she said sternly, the man simply nodded "And yes, I can do that, but you'll have to do something for me first"

"And what would that be?"

"You said you were a hunter, right?" He nodded "And you also said you have some money. So I want you to give me two hundred dollars, cash, and a written story containing at least three of your adventures with your partner. You can't use big fonts, lie or omit any details from the story, it needs to be one hundred percent real and legible and needs to be at least fifty pages, understood?"

Dean was confused, confused and worried. Why would this child need a story about them hunting monsters? And why did she need it to be so long and accurate? Was she trying to sell them out to the Bats or something? Why was this so important?

A million questions flooded his head and looking at Sammy, he could tell the feeling was very much mutual.

"Um Missy" it was Sam talking to her this time "Why would you want a story of us hunting like that? We could tell you about our time together on the field, if you want, but why do you need that written so meticulously?"

The little girl shook her head before he even finished speaking "No, no, I need it written"

"How so?"

"For Passion, of course"

"Passion?"

"Yeah, Passion, the component watching over Crime Alley, it loves reading stories but only when they're worth it. It doesn't like when people give them stories only to please it or for it to give them undeserved attention. It needs to be good and interesting, a story about two hunters will definitely do that"

The two hunters met each other's eyes, both their expressions filled with worry, apprehension and suspicion.

"And why all the other rules? Why does have to be so long and accurate?"

The girl tilted her head, looking at them as though they've said something stupid "Because you're introducing yourself, maybe"

"I can't just tell you guys all there is to know about the Bat without at least one of the components acknowledging you guys and giving me permission to share that information with outsiders"

"And what makes you think it won't just kill us as soon as it realizes what we do for a living?" They might've been desperate, but that doesn't mean they're going to give an essay about their weaknesses and hunting methods to a freaky, probably homicidal spirit on a silver platter

"Because they like people like you, people who put their lives on the line in order to help those around them. Also" she leveled her gaze with Dean's, which was pretty impressive considering she barely reached his hip "Had it wanted you dead, you wouldn't have been able to take two steps inside Crime Alley without having a heart attack, or your head magically disappearing"

The two brothers tensed, the taller's eyes rapidly scanning their surroundings, hands fishing out a weird cellular device, probably an EMF reader or maybe a bottle of holy water, as the shorter failed to keep up his confident facade in front of the (probably) ten year old (because Dean isn't going to be spooked by a kid that hasn't even reached the double digits yet, he's 𝘯𝘰𝘵)

The little girl laughed, completely ignoring their - very justified!!! - panic "Relax, would ya? Passion doesn't kill people unless they feel like it's necessary"

They didn't seem to be very relaxed, she didn't care, she just told them to meet her again on the border of Crime Alley and its neighbor city in a week, before leaving.

Two hours later, Carrie Kelley was skipping into the main living room of Wayne Manor, where several of her siblings played video games and with their father reading the newspaper on the side, the perfect illusion of a normal, happy, completely human family.

She walked up to Bruce, sitting on the arm of his sofa as the last of her illusion magic slipped away

"Did you do it?"

"I offered them the deal, still not sure if they'll end up actually agreeing to it"

"Mn. You did well"

The young teen preened under the praise, thanking her father before going off to boast and scheme with the rest of her siblings, they were up planning contingencies and devising plans until Sundown.

[thefirstlioveyou]

How Smalltown Boy Connects with Mike's Relationship with his Parents

I can't get over how they chose Smalltown Boy for the FIRST track on Mike's playlist. I just can't. That's the gayest thing ever. Gayer than his staring I fear. The lyrics perfectly fit him, but not only because he's a closeted homosexual. It's also highlighting his dynamic with his family.

Of course, if we are getting into specifics, Smalltown Boy is a song about a young gay man running away from his homophobic home and town to live in the city to somewhere he can be himself. But generally, it's a song about not belonging and not feeling understood within a place, and the crippling loneliness that comes with it. So you seek a place where you can feel accepted and heard.

Struggling to figure out your place in the world, struggling with your sexuality and relationships, facing severe bullying, wanting to be understood and seen by your family for who you actually are while still struggling to accept who you are to begin with, desiring the escape from the place that brings you all those unmanageable problems -- That's Mike Wheeler.

"Mother will never understand why you had to leave, but the answers you seek will never be found at home. The love that you need will never be found at home"

Obviously, the actual plot of the music video features homophobic parents. I don't believe Karen is, and I see Ted as more brainwashed yet careless. But "the love that you need will never be found at home" reminds me of the Wheeler family's emotional distance and lack of actual attention, and how it's damaging Mike especially. Nancy's already seen right through the bullshit. Mike hasn't.

I don't see them as the worst parents on the planet, but they're haven't been great. They have questionable parenting choices and the show wants us to pick up on that. If you haven't yet asked yourself "where the hell are his parents?" at least ONCE while watching ST, then idk lmao.

Come on. Not knowing your son has been hiding a whole child in your basement for a week?

Never talking to your son about his best friend's death and instead letting him take the responsibility to go to you first?

Not taking concern as to why your son is suddenly misbehaving at school? And instead, you force your child to get rid of 2 boxes worth of toys that hold emotional value to him (while mocking him for having said emotional connection)?

Not even being aware that your child is constantly bullied physically and verbally, and not even questioning visible marks that could indicate that sort of abuse?

Although it's unintentional and we see Karen aware that it's wrong, you're still essentially teaching your child that 1) their feelings or voice do not matter 2) they cannot trust or rely on you 3) their 'childish' interests that make them who they are do not matter and are something they need move on from because they "have to."

And we see this play out.

If his parents can't even accept his innocent interests or show more consideration for them, if it just makes him a future high school dropout or a failure, what makes Mike believe they'd ever accept he's Gay?

Mike NEEDS a support system. He NEEDS parents who care MORE instead of waiting until government is at their doorstep. That type of love has not been consistent whatsoever at the Wheelers. To Mike, that kind of love cannot be found in his home. The answers to his problems cannot be found in his home. In fact, his upbringing is a big reason why he's in this complicated relationship with El to begin with. and he's accepted all that to be fine, despite us seeing how it's turning him into someone unable to manage their emotions who struggles with their relationships communication-wise.

"And as hard as they would try they'd hurt to make you cry. But you never cried to them, just to your soul. No, you never cried to them, just to your soul"

This refers to the severe bullying he faces that Mike confirms he's put up with all his life (just for it to be shut down immediately). His parents aren't aware. If Karen, his own mother, doesn't question a giant scab on his chin but some girl who is barely learning what friends are does, don't you think that says something?

"I'm here for you" doesn't mean anything if you aren't actively trying to actually be there. you have to look harder. look at what's right in front of you.

Sure, his mom hugs him! But I really hope we can all agree physical affection isn't the only thing that a child needs to trust. There is reason behind why we've never actually seen them talk about anything that's actually bothering him. Mike is not yet convinced he can go to his parents about the things we know he's facing, and the things that are implied that he's facing. Instead he handles it alone as a result of just "letting him come when he's ready."

The only adult who wasn't afraid to actually talk to him and not let his emotions bottle up was...

"Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy. You were the one that they'd talk about around town as they put you down."

Part of this could be about his bullying experience in general, but I also believe this was foreshadowing for events in S5. Mike and the rest of hellfire are now targets and deemed part of a satanic cult. The whole town are against them and want them gone. Going from to feeling insecure for your 'childish' interests because of your parents, to becoming accepting of that part again, to now wanting to be killed for it by your town. Ain't that nice? Won't that gonna do wonders for this boy? :)

I actually predict they will take some inspiration next season from the hate crime scene in the music video. Perhaps The Hellfire Club/The Core Four/Mike will be attacked and Mike will be brought home/come home beaten.

In the actual music video, the boy's parents find out he's gay from that and they do not accept it.

However, in the show, I think it'll be focused on him being in Hellfire (since DND is a metaphor for gay love between Mike and Will). I imagine it'll be like, "Michael, why are you still associating with them? You know what would happen!" They'd get mad at him for essentially "walking right into it himself." This sets off conflict in the Wheeler Family this season. Mike finally snaps at them, telling them it was bound to happen anyway. He mentions the bullying he's already delt with his whole life. He sees his parents' sudden care in his life as BS and how it had to take the entire town to hate him for them to finally see him.

Another scene they could parallel within this one scene (or in another) could be Jack McPhee's coming out scene from Dawson's Creek, a show the Duffers loved growing up. We often see parallels to that show when it comes to the show's drama, primarily with the El-Mike-Will Love triangle to the Joey-Dawson-Jen Triangle. Mike is also heavily paralleled to Jack McPhee.

In the coming out scene, Jack tells his emotionally neglectful father (who is definitely worse than Ted) - "I was different. And as hard as you've tried to stamp it out and ignore it, I have tried harder than you to be quiet and to forget it and to not bother my family with my problem."

If this doesn't sum up what's going on then idk what does.

It's not that his parents hate him for what they know about him, but they also aren't supportive either. They ignore him. They ignore everything outside of their own little bubble. They close themselves from the truth of what's going on in the town. They close themselves from their kids. They push them to hide and stay quiet, but that's just not who Mike and Nancy are.

We also know we're into some Wheeler drama this season considering all the leaks with Karen/Holly(?)/Henry and the interview with Joe Chrest (Ted's Actor). So scenes like this aren't far off the table.

Mike is a character that is struggling overall with his place in the world and identity. He is struggling with his self worth, his sexual orientation, his relationships, accepting the interests that make him who he is. He is conforming to societal pressures (much similar to his parents) because he doesn't know where else to go. He is confused. He struggles with self-worth and severe insecurity. He does not feel needed unless he is actively doing someone of service to the point of sacrificing his life, much like a superhero, hence his fixation of them. Superheroes are people who are wanted, who are heard and seen - Something Mike feels he isn't.

He's growing up in a small and conservative town, internalizing the homophobia he witnesses, internalizing what he HAS to be and has to feel - He has to want girls (and yeah, believe it or not, homophobia still impacts queer people regardless who it's directed to. there's reason why we see mike's reaction over anyone else's). But he just can't, yet he still tries because otherwise that'd be falling off a "normal path." He has to get rid of his toys and grow up to keep on a "normal path." He has to conform because he fears what would happen if you don't. That's something he's unfamiliar with.

Mike needs to be finally seen by his family. His overall major struggle with conformity stems from there. It's what he needs emotionally, but it also makes sense narratively. It has to be from them. His whole arc along with them is to break free from their conformity, and it starts with the facing their truths as a family.

Mike won't end up making the choice the boy has to in the music video. In the end, he will have his family's support and acceptance. He will be able to be true to who he is. He will accept himself. He won't need to runway in fear. I do still believe he will leave Hawkins (with Will). It just won't be on a bad note!!

[drunkonh20]

Winning Hearts in the Ring.

A/N: yours truly is back, i'm working and my shifts are pure shit, but imma make up for it folks.

modern day AU boxer Sevika, because we all want to see that, and thanks for my special anon for this request i hope i did you justice.

"C'mon Y/N it's gonna be fun, you promised you would come with me!!" Your friend whined as she takes your arm and shakes you gently. It is begining of autumn and your collage started which means s lot of studying because you are a third year of medical school and your intership starts as well, both for you and your friend actually. You two first met at the first day of classes, funny thing is you two are from the same town but never actually spoke until you two started collage. You first spoke only because you bumped into eachother while looking for your classroom. You remember it like it was yesterday.

"Y/N if you don't hurry up and find this damn classroom Mrs. Jackmann is gonna kill you." You thought to yourself as you were running up and down the hallways. Rushing and carrying your books at the same time because you, sadly, slept in this morning and forgot to pack your backpack. As you were right behing the corner you bumped into someone. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" You look up and see a blonde girl with such a soft face. "It's fine don't worry, I should be careful, it's just that if i don't find this class Mrs. Jacks-" "Mrs. Jackmann will kill me." You and the blond girl look at each other and started laughing. It was like fate, the universe wanted you two to become friends. "I'm Sonya, pleased to meet you fellow nurse." She puts her hand infront of you and you glady accept the greeting. "And I'm Y/N fellow colleague." You smile warmly at her. At that moment you knew you found your best friend and your soul sister.

"Pleeaseee I am begging you, I will go on my knees if I have to."

Sonya said as she was slowly getting on her knees beside you. "You can be a pain in my ass Sonya." You laugh as you typed into your laptop. You promised to go with her on a boxing match that is gonna be in a few days in the city. Sonya actually started training boxing and she wants to go to see the real deal for whats up for her. "Tell me when is this again?" You asked sipping on your coffee.

"It's on saturday at 8 pm, and don't you dare start the 'I have work to do' because we both know that you do not work on weekends because the doctors at the hospital love you and because of that they gave you every weekend off. Please Y/N I already got us tickets like a month ago." Sonya said with a straight face. When she wants something, she will go anything to get it, including you going with her. You stop typing for a moment, pretending to think about the situation. A small laugh escaped your lips and Sonya grabbed a pillow and smacked you with it.

"I KNEW YOU WOULD GO YOU LIL BRAT!" She laughed out loud, boy do you love to see her happy. After finishing your work you two hoppend onto a couch and watched your favorite show to end the night.

Fast forward to saturday.

"Y/N are you done in the shower??" You hear Sonya. "I'll be out in a minute!!" You said as you were done washing yourself. You went out of the bathroom smelling like a whole bath and body works. "For who are we smelling that good hmmm~?" Sonya teased and you just laugh it off, it's not like you would find a hot guy there right? You two girls got ready and went out of the apartment that you shared. It was a cozy little thing, made for two of you. It was a chilly night but you two thought it was a great idea to wear s dress, because why not eh. As the two of you got into Sonya's car you blasted your favorite songs and sang along as you were driving to the arena. While sitting in the passenger seat you look out the window and a jumbo poster catches your eye. It was a poster of the two boxers promoting todays match. At the same time by chance your music was cut by short commercal break.

"Tonight, the ring will burn as two elite boxers face off in a battle for supremacy! Join us for an electrifying night filled with intensity, skill, and heart. When: Tonight at 8:00 PM. Where: Eclipse Arena. Don’t miss your chance to witness history in the making! Hope you grabbed your tickets on time to be part of the action! Who will emerge victorious? Be there to find out!"

"OMG Y/N I CAN NOT BELIEVE WE ARE GONNA SEE IT LIVE!!! You will be amazed by this whole evening. Did I ever tell you that my favorite boxer Sevika is up in tonight finale??? Did I??" Sonya said happily and you just couldn't help but to smile because she was acting like a little child who saw a big rainbow lollipop at the store. "No you never actually told me who is your favorite boxer, but I will see her today." Just as you finished saying that you two pulled over at the parking lot of the Eclipse arena. And let me tell you, it was almost full to the brim, you were lucky to find a spot empty. You two got out and rushed to the main enterence of the big building. There was a lot of security, like a lot, with police also if someone decited to be dumb and start a mess. The line into the arena was huge, but thank God you were rushing so you weren't at the back.

"Tickets please." A strong, buff guy asked you two in a deep voice. Sonya gladly showed them in his face and the guy let's you in.

Entering a boxing arena to watch a match is an experience on a whole snother level. As you approach the venue, the anticipation builds. The sounds of chatter fill the air, mixing with the faint echo of gloves hitting pads in the background. Upon entering, you’re greeted by the vibrant atmosphere—bright lights that shine on the ring, filled with sponsors' logos. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs goes through the crowd. You and your friend navigate through the sea of fans, while others are animatedly discussing previous matches between the two finalists. Finally finding your seats, some smart assholes almost took your seats bit thank god Sonya basically has the additude to deal with people like them, you settle in as the energy pulsates around you. The crowd’s roar grows louder, especially as the fighters are about to be introduced. You truly never experienced something like this. It was exciting and adrenaline was rushing thought you like some kind of a drug. You see the host going into the right with a microphone in his hand. That's it, the two finalists are finally coming onto the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of the evening! Get ready for an electrifying showdown as we present the finalists of this year’s championship! In the red corner, hailing from the heart of the city, known for her relentless drive and knockout power, give it up for the ferocious fighter, Sevika!"

Sonya basically goes wild, as she sees her idol with her own two eyes. You calm her down as much as possible so she doesn't faint from excitment. You look up the ring to see the host with the two boxers. He takes a minute so the crowd goes silent to introduce the second finalist.

"And in the blue corner, representing the pride of her hometown with an unmatched skill set, put your hands together for the formidable contender, Violet known as Vi! Tonight, they will battle it out for glory, honor, and the championship title! Let’s get ready to rumble!”

People being to scream as the match begins, the tension is electric. Every punch, dodge, and cheer from the audience intensifies the experience. You and your friend exchange reactions, riding the highs and lows of each round, caught up in the drama unfolding before you. The experience is more than just the match; it's the shared excitement between you and Sonya, and the unforgettable moments that make it truly memorable.

"GO SEVIKA KICK HER, YES, NO, YES SEVIKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????" Sonya got out of her seat to exam the situarion further. It looked like Sevika was loosing, but it was only the first round.

You just sat there in ave. You've never seen such a woman in your life. What captured your eyes was her left arm. It was a bionic arm. You thought what happend to her. "Hey Sonya, what happend to her arm?" You got closer to your friend as you asked the question. "She had an accident a few years ago, from what I read, her team wanted the best for her and they got a new technology for her arm. Sevika's bionic arm is a highly advanced prosthetic designed to mimic natural arm movements and enhance functionality, allowing her to perform tasks with precision and strength." She said never tsking her eyes off the ring. You just nodded as you continued to watch the match. After the first round it got even more intense. It was two for two now. The last match decited who is the new champion. Before the third and final round the host said that there will be a thirdy minute break.

"NO WHY, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT LONG." Sonya fake cried and laughed at the same time. You got out of your chair to grab some fresh air, sadly to you, you didn't know some boy was behing you, following you outside. You stood outside drinking your soda while listening to chatter around you, people commenting on the match.

"Heeeey there beautiful hehe." You turned around and saw a somewhat drunk guy covered with grease from hot dogs aeound his mouth. Ew, you though to yourself ignoring him. He slid his arm aound your waist, but there was someone else watching the situation from afar. "Why don't you wanna talk eh, the cat got your tongue or am did I take your breath away?" The creep smrked and you just wanted to punch him right there and then. Looking around for a security guy or police but there were none on sight. Great, how can you camly get out of this situation? "Look man I'm not interested just leave me alone please?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh now you can talk, why don't we go to my place after hmm little kitten?" You almost puked. Finally turning around to face him you were about to start explainging some stuff about manners when a figure got behind him.

"Didn't she say she is not interested?" Ylu looked up behind the dude and saw her. Sevika. You looked at her in awe. You examed her face closely. Sevika has an expressive face, marked by sharp features and intense gray eyes that show both determination and a hint of softness, but at this moment her eyes screamed bloody murder. "Get back inside or else I'm gonna carry you inside piece by piece." She stared down at him, right after the guy ran inside for his life. Sevika looks at you, you can se some bruises and some bloody marks on her face. She looks at youand smiles a bit. A small 'thank you' escapes your lips looking down to hide your blushing face. "Anytime beautiful." She smirks taking a cigarette out of her pocket. You look up to her side and see one bad cut on her face. "You know that cut will be needing a least four to five stiches."

"Oh yeah, are you a doctor?" She takes a puff.

"Well actually, I am.. almost." You smile st her. She looks at you and takes your face into the palm of her hand. "Well then, you will be the one who will stich me up darling." She said taking another puff. Never in your damn life have you felt like this, never has someone made you feel this kind of way when meeting them for the first time. You stutter finding words to say something, she looks at you again. "Gotta get back inside, hope to see you still there to watch me win beautiful." She winked and went back inside the venue. You couldn't believe what just happend. Sevika, THE Sevika saved your butt snd flirted with you tonight.

'Sonya will never believe what just happend.' You thought as you went after Sevika inside. You got back into your seat and saw Sonya talking to a boy prolly not even noticing that you were gone for the whole thirdy minutes.

As you sat down the bell rang. The finale match has begun. You saw Sevika getting up from her corner. She was looking for someone. When she finally saw you she just winked at you and you couldn't help but to blush again. Sonya looked st you. "Girl, what was that??? Did Sevika just winked at you?" "Sonya, I will explain it later just watch the match okay." You said never taking your eyes off of Sevika, praying to god she will win. "O you have some explaing to do at home young lady."

As the final round approaches, the atmosphere is electric, the crowd roaring with anticipation. Both Sevika and Vi are visibly exhausted, sweat glistening on their brows. The bell rings, and they charge toward each other, trading jabs and hooks, each punch a testament to their grit. Sevika started showing signs of fatigue, begins to retreat, but Violet aka Vi senses an opportunity. With precision, she unleash a series of powerful combinations, landing clean shots that echo through the arena. The crowd erupts with each strike, urging Sevika on. In this moment both you and Sonya started biting your nails from anixety In the last minute, Sevika digs deep, channeling their remaining strength. She respond with a surprising counter, landing a solid right hook that staggers Violet. Time slows as the two boxers exchange blows, each seeking to gain the upper hand. As the final seconds tick away, the fighters lean into their last efforts. With just seconds left, Sevika delivers a devastating uppercut, sending her opponent to the canvas. The referee counts, and the crowd holds its breath. At eight, Vi struggles to rise, but they can’t beat the count. The bell rings, and the referee waves it off. Sevika raises her arms in victory, is declared the winner, her corner erupting in celebration while Violet, though battered, nods in respect. The match ends, marking another chapter in their fierce rivalry. The host enters the ring for the last time.

"We are thrilled to announce that Sevika has emerged as the champion of the boxing championship! Her dedication, skill, and determination have truly set her apart. Congratulations to Sevika for this incredible achievement!"

Both you and Sonya screamed. You could see Sevika looking at you, breathing heavily and she just smirked. You look at her and smile while doing the thumbs up. She laughed at you, couldn't help it.

After a while the crowd gets outside and so do you and Sonya. While walking to your car and chatting about the match you see someone ahead of you. It was Sevika, leaning over to the side of your car.

"I was hoping I can get your number beautiful." You see Sevika leaning onto your car. She handled you a pen and paper. You glady accept it and write it with a little heart next to it. You gave the items back and look at her. "Someone will need to stich you up hm?" You teased and she smirks, while Sonya almost had a full on stroke in the background. "O young lady you have a lot of explainging to do. Btw hi Sevika, I'm Sonya, big fan." She waved her hand to her. Sevika laughs along side of you at this whole situation. As you both settled into the car, the tension of the moment shifted into something lighter. Sevika chuckled, glancing over at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, what's your plan after the stitches?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. You smirked, feeling the chemistry crackle between you. "Maybe take you out for a drink, if you're up for it." Sevika's smile widened. "Count me in. Just don’t be surprised if I end up stitching you up instead." Sonya, still recovering from her shock, shook her head in disbelief. “This is going to be a story for the ages.”

As you drove off, the laughter and teasing continued, the night ahead full of possibilities, leaving you both eager for what was to come.

[writingwisterias]

Red Flags

RE2R! Leon Kenndey x Vampire AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Blood, Vampires, Drinking, Neck biting, Blood kink, Biting, Corruption kink, Cop Leon, Store room sex, Blood Play Summary: You were eager for a taste and his neck looked like the perfect juice box

Happy Halloween Everyone! I hope you enjoy and stay safe tonight ❤️❤️

Leon wasn't sure why he was drawn to this bar tonight, the red lights reflected on the ground as he stood outside. He had wandered around the city a lot more these past few days; his recent break-up still somewhat affected him, not that it was messy or anything. He just didn't want it to end to fall back into the never-ending loneliness he seemed to always be in before he met her. However, she left him with more questions than answers about why it didn't work out. The bar seemed to be popular, muted rock music filtered out of the glass doors each time someone opened it; clouds of cigarette smoke almost intoxicated him as he stood at the entrance. He patted his jacket pocket, feeling the weight of his police badge as it tapped against his chest. The feeling was still unfamiliar to him, the badge still shiny and new as it displayed his name but he made sure it was tucked away safely- after all he wasn't sure what company he would find tonight as he finally walked through the doors.

Leon almost winced at the volume of the music, his eyes adjusting to the dark vapour wave aesthetic to the inside. The neon lights illuminated everyone's skin, their sweat glistening in the light of the colour they were standing under. He avoided eye contact with all the women as he passed them, their slithers of skin almost too tempting, but he wasn't sure they were enough to hide the pain that bloomed in his chest. It wasn't hard to find the main bar, a swarm of bodies pilled against it as they all waited for their order; and another lined up with, a few lonely souls perched on the stools that lined it. There hunched over backs making them look like gargoyles. Leon opted for this side, his depressing mindset already decided he belonged with them. The stool creaked as he perched himself on it, waiting patiently for the barman to ask him for his order.

He barely looked old enough to be sat in the bar let alone with the drunken fools he sat next to. Boy did he look pretty look, his young innocent skin smooth as he glanced around, and his eyes were the perfect shade of blue. If you didn't spend most of your nights at this bar you would have assumed he was drunk, his posture your only a sign of the fact he was depressed tonight. You moved amongst your coworkers to serve him, he was your chosen prize for the night. Your red nails tapped against the wood in front of him as you caught his attention. The action jolted him out of his daydream as he lazily brought his attention to you. His order surprised you, half expecting him to get a fruity cocktail instead of the neat whiskey you presented him with. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the amber liquid, smirking as he stifled a grunt as it warmed his chest. Leon half expected a joke wondering if he could handle the burn despite his younger appearance, yet you didn't. Instead, he was met with a smirk, your red lips brightening those pearly whites underneath. "What's got you down then, pretty?" You cooed at him, leaning over the bar to top his drink up. Something about you screamed at him you were dangerous. Maybe it was the black lace that sat perfectly along your breasts as the rest of the fabric laid down your body in a dark red. Perhaps it was the red lips that smiled at him as if they were waving a red flag in his face. He grunted at the burn again as he looked you over whilst downing his new drink, deciding that getting lost in a conversation with you would be better than one of the lonely gentlemen lined up next to him.

"What makes you think I'm sad?" he scoffed. You chuckled, the sound sweet and tempting as it left your lips. "Hmmm, you just have that look in your eye. Be careful though you wouldn't want to end up like these sorry men" You laughed, pointing an elongated nail in their direction. Leon smiled, perhaps for the first time in days or weeks; tapping the wood in front of him signalling another top-up. "Careful love, we wouldn't want you so drunk you forget about tonight?" You whispered as you leaned over again to pour the drink. Your breasts were in his eyeline, the red lights making them tempting to touch. His soft fingers grasped the glass as he looked back at your face. Admiring the way you had soft whisps of hair that decorated your face, your skin slightly pale as it reflected the bright colours almost too perfectly. "What's so good about tonight?" He asked, his eyebrows pinching in confusion as your lips turned into a devil smile.

Your heels clacked agaisnt the dance floor as you guided him through. Your hips swaying deviously in front of him, making it near impossible for him to not stare at your ass. He wasn’t sure he was drunk enough for this as you began to pull him through the staff-only door, leading him down to the cellar in the darkness among the kegs of alcohol. The music was muted through the floor, the stomping from everyone's dancing hid your actions as you continued to lead him away. He should have stopped and turned back instead of letting you drag him deeper into the store room. "What are you doing?" he finally croaked out, his voice horse from drinks. A small lightbulb barely illuminated the space as you both stood in it, the darkness almost seemed to act like a shield keeping you hidden. You didn't reply only meeting his eyes, your body pressed against his. "Isn't this what you want? To forget?" You whispered in his ear, your breath causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. “Isn’t that why you came here?” Your breath fanned across his cheek as you waited for his answer, waiting for him to finally give in. Leon's breath shook as he exhaled, his cheeks becoming flushed as he tried to ignore the rush of blood that went down to his cock because of your proximity. Ashamed the action made him seem like a teenage boy with how fast you had turned him on. He shifted himself attempting to create some distance between the two of you, his palms spread out against the large barrels behind him. The dampness of the cellar made the wood damp, the hints of green algae making it slippery. 

Leon’s palm slipped, his body falling with his hands first as he ended up in a heap on the concrete floor. The cold biting against the fabric of his jeans as he sat up a groan escaping his lips. He turned to face you, trying not to meet your eyes as he just embarrassed himself in front of an attractive woman; yet he didn't think it was even possible to see your complexion become even paler as you looked at him. Your lips parted slightly as you stared at his hand that rested in smudges of his blood. It was only then he noticed the elongated canines, the way your pupils were blown out wide as you stared at the graze on his hand. He watched as your tongue rang along your lips, not missing the small whimper as you caught the smell of his blood. "Yo-Your a vampire?" He stuttered, crawling back against the kegs behind him. He had heard about the numerous bloodless bodies showing up around Raccoon City, the investigation was the reason he asked to be transferred here. Rumours circulated that there were vampires in the area. His transfer was now a mistake because not only was he dumped because of the move, but he fell right into the trap of the person who was causing the murders. 

You stared at the splotches of blood on the floor, your mouth watering at the scent of his blood. 'God, he smells so sweet' Simply nodding as you were unable to find the words to explain to him, you definitely weren't going to kill him now. Not when he was the sweetest thing you have ever smelled, his blood was such a pretty shade; you even briefly wondered if you had a lipstick that matched. "I am"

Your words were simple, providing him with no further insight and that terrified him. You could see his face pale, the sweat starting to form against his brows as he watched you - eyeing up every move. "What are you going to do to me?" He practically whimpered. Oh, he was so cute, cute enough for him to be spared from your usual method of feeding. The more Leon looked around the room, the more fear began to creep at him as he noticed the splotches of brown. Clear evidence of dried blood. He wasn't your first victim.

"I'm not going to kill you"

He hated how blunt your answers were, how calm you were despite the way your nose twitched every time he moved his hand. He was practically wafting a fresh dinner under your nose without even realising it. Leon wanted you to answer him further, he wanted more answers to questions he was afraid to ask. “I can hear your heartbeat, it's fluttering so sweetly” You cooed, your tone similar to the way you spoke over the bar. It was soft and gentle, alluring even. He was so terrified as you moved closer to him, kneeling against the concrete floor. He smelled even sweeter down here. Your hands were cold as they took his injured one, your thumb brushing over the fresh wound causing him to wince. “Can I have a taste?” You asked. Leon’s eyes scanned you, he could feel his hand trembling in yours, but you asked so nicely as you sat there watching him. So he nodded.

Your lips were soft as they kissed the scrap, though he flinched when he could feel you suck against the broken skin; even swearing he heard a moan escape your lips as you did so. The sound shouldn’t have gone to his cock, it shouldn’t be jumping against the restraints of his trousers as you seemingly got off on the taste of his blood. You looked up at him through your lashes, smirking against his palm as you watched him question himself. “Am I turning you on?” You spoke pulling away from his palm. He tried to ignore the tinge of pain that spread around his nerves of the wound, he tried to ignore his cock jumping at just the sound of your voice now. His jeans were tented in front of you, but you did not look at it. “You don’t have to be ashamed” You whispered as you crawled closer. He could feel your knees against his thighs now, a constant reminder of your presence. “What are you going to do to me?” He asked. “Nothing- unless you want me to do something” 

Leon found that hard to believe, he felt like he was walking on ice that was ready to crack - one wrong move and he would plummet into frozen water and possibly his death. “I don’t even know your name…” You admitted. He looked at you, his eyes drifting to where your lipstick was now smudged, a small smudge of what he assumed was his blood at the corner of his mouth. Now he was this close he could see the slight redness that rimmed your eyes, the pointed teeth that peaked through each time you smiled. You were dangerously beautiful. “D-did you know the rest of their names?” He asked, his eyes hardened piercing into yours which now displayed shock. How did he figure it out? How did he know there were others? “No, I didn’t. They didn’t want me to” You answered honestly. The silence was loud as Leon tried to calm himself down, his breaths were deep and calculated.  

“Leon” He eventually croaked out. Your own heart fluttered as he admitted his name, you could tell he wasn’t lying with how steady his heartbeat was when he admitted it. You tested his name, the way it felt and sounded as you spoke it. You looked so giddy like you were talking to your first crush. None of them had ever told them their name before, had never offered you more than the taste of them with the sweet promise of death with you. All of the victims had sought you out or other vampires, not all the murders were your own doing. Your feigned innocence caused him to relax slightly, he sat up more, and he didn’t flinch anymore when you inched closer to him. “Can I kiss you, Leon?” You asked leaning into his personal space. He hesitated at first, but eventually caved and nodded. 

Your hand splayed out on his thigh as you leaned in, brushing your red lips with his as you brought him into a kiss. He was hesitant at first, rigid until he eventually melted. His fingers found the nape of your neck as he held you close. He could taste his blood on your lips and tongue, the iron taste lingering even when you pulled away. Your fingers teased the bulge in his trousers, running up the zipper outlining his cock. He groaned as he felt your nails scrape against the button before you began to tease the small tufts of blond hair that poked out from the top of his underwear band. He didn’t stop you when you slowly undid the button, the zipper filling the silence as you finally released him. He lifted his hips as you helped him shimmy his underwear and jeans down exposing his sensitive tip. You smirked at the whimper he let out as you blew against the head of his cock, precum already leaking out over his stomach. You smirked at how his neck flexed as he tried to compose himself, the vein in his neck was prominent for just a second; long enough for you to crave to sink your teeth into it in hopes you could taste more of his blood. Your core ached for him, the gusset of your underwear now becoming sticky and wet with your arousal. 

“Why are you doing this?” He grunted out, adjusting himself so he sat more comfortably. He watched as you gathered up his Pre-cum before you began to play with it against your fingers watching as it connected your digits. “To help you forget” you whispered. “Isn’t that why you came to the bar tonight?” 

He paused, staring at you; it was the reason. How could you read him so easily? His hand landed on your thigh, you smiled at the touch - relishing in the heat his palm gave off to your frozen skin. Leon leaned towards you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You pulled him towards you his cock rubbing against the fabric of your red dress. He could taste the iron of his blood on your tongue. His palms ran up your thighs hitching the dress up to your waist. He wasn’t sure why he took control of the situation, why he was using you even to forget about everything for just a moment. You broke the kiss, moving towards his neck. Leon forgot what you were, groaning at the feeling of your red lips sucking gently at his pulse point. It wasn't until he felt two pricks, almost like needles agaisnt his skin; that he pulled away his eyes darkening as he looked down at you. Like he was scolding you. Your pussy throbbed at his silent domination. Most of the men you did bring down here were too drunk to take control, perhaps that's why you listened to Leon. Your desire of wanting to be dominated seeps through this exchange of passion. “You can taste…but not too much,” He said exposing his neck to you. Your pupils blew out wide at his willingness, he tasted so sweet almost like a honey whiskey when you drank from his wound; you were giddy to get it as it was freshly pumped around his body. You could only imagine what he would taste like as he aged. 

Leon winced at the feeling of your teeth sinking in his neck, it was a strange feeling having the blood sucked out of you. He could feel his body becoming fuzzy, his brain slowing down as the sensation almost became arousing. When you pulled away you looked at him, grinning widely with bloodied teeth. Some of his blood smeared along your cheek as you wiped your mouth. “You taste divine Leon” You whispered licking at the puncture wound you had left on his neck. His cock twitched reminding you both of how needy he was. Most men lost their erections after this, the fact that Leon still had his meant he actually enjoyed it. 

“Oh honey, want to get rid of that?” You asked dragging your nails up the surface of your cock. Leon nodded, moving back to kiss you as he pushed your panties aside. His fingers gathered up your arousal, groaning at the amount that was practically dripped out of your entrance. All of that just from a taste of him? Was it really that good? His brain moved to wander what you tasted like, assuming you would be sweeter than his almost - he could imagine the sugar rush he would get from you. His tip ran up your folds gathering as much slickness as they could before he finally began to enter you. He groaned at the feeling of your walls enveloping him. “Fuck” 

You threw your head back against the concrete, arching your back against him just to feel him that tiny bit more. His hands landed on your hips as he held you close to his pelvis. Your moan was like music as he began to thrust, his speed slow at first allowing the burn to fade into bliss. He watched as your nails scraped into his skin, leaving small trails of blood in their wake. God you were beautiful like this, the light shined golden against your pale skin. Black lace decorated your peaked breasts. Your hair was splayed out beneath you. “Can I taste you?” He grunted, as his kisses began to attack your neck. You hadn’t thought about turning someone into a vampire, the choice was taken away from you all those years ago. It was cute seeing him this eager to learn, to taste you as he thrust relentlessly into you. You felt his hands leave your hips just for a moment as he shed his jacket, the item of clothing landing on the ground with a thud and the sound of something metallic landing on the ground as it scattered towards you. Leon’s face paled as he looked at the item drawing your attention to it. A police badge, one that was very shiny and new. 

He tried to distract you from it with more thrusts, each harder and deeper than the last. It almost worked, until it kept catching the light causing your sensitive eyes to burn at the flashes. It turned you on even more that you were corrupting this young cop, one that's practically begging you to turn him into a vampire all for a taste of you. “I don’t care, Leon, just move it away…please” You eventually breathed out. You watched his body sag in relief as he quickly hit the badge away setting it in the shadows of the far corner. You could see his arms flex as he leant on them, his forearm right next to your head. “You can taste again once I have my taste of you”

The demand in his voice made your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist dragging him closer to you. Savouring the warmth his body gave off one last time before you pricked your finger and smeared it across his lips. Decorating them like your own. You smirked as you watched him lick it up, his tongue becoming a deep red as he gathered every last drop. “How does it taste?” You chuckled, your teeth showing. Leon smiled as he kissed you, he felt the way your walls clenched around him at the taste of your blood still lingering on his lips. Your teeth scraped his lips, bringing his own into the cocktail in his mouth. His thrusts became sloppy as he could feel his orgasm arriving. Your own wasn’t too far either with how tightly you wrapped around him, holding him in place. Hands now resting on his shoulder as your nails dug crescent shapes into the flesh. He let go of your lips, smiling down at you as your teeth immediately found his wrist, sucking the blood greedily as your orgasm finally crashed throughout your body. Leon’s hips sputtered as his release soon followed, his cum painting your walls. You groaned at the warmth of it, finally feeling alive for the first time in years. Perhaps it was a mistake to make him undead. 

“I could do that forever” He breathed against the skin of your neck.

 “Good job you will” You chuckled deeply. 

[luvzshy]

A Parisian Promise

Billie Eillish x fem!reader

The sun dipped low on the horizon, wrapping the city of Paris in a soft, golden light, like a painter brushing the sky with hues of pink and lavender. You walked hand in hand with Billie along the cobblestone paths of the Seine, the gentle lapping of the water echoing your heartbeat. Each step felt significant, a reminder that this was not just a vacation but a chapter of your lives woven into the fabric of a city known for love.

As the evening unfolded, the air filled with the scent of blooming jasmine from nearby gardens. You settled into a quaint café, where the aroma of freshly baked pastries mingled with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Over glasses of wine, you shared dreams and whispered secrets, the warmth of Billie’s gaze drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Her laughter was like music, a melody that resonated deep within your soul.

After dinner, Billie took your hand again, leading you away from the bustling streets and toward a quieter stretch along the river. The lights of Paris shimmered like stars reflected in a tranquil sea, creating a path of magic beneath your feet. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its iconic silhouette standing guard over your moment.

As you reached a secluded spot, Billie paused, her fingers intertwined with yours. The world around you faded; the chatter of the city became a distant echo, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of intimacy. Billie turned to face you, her expression earnest and tender, as if she were about to unveil the deepest part of her heart.

“Paris is a city of stories,” she began, her voice soft yet steady, “each corner holds a memory, a moment that changes everything. But our story, the one we’re writing together… it’s the most beautiful one I could ever imagine.”

Your breath hitched as she reached into her pocket, the weight of the moment settling in. From the folds of her jacket, she produced a small velvet box, the deep blue color mirroring the night sky above. Your heart raced, the reality of what was happening dawning on you.

Billie dropped to one knee, the cobblestones cool beneath her, contrasting with the warmth of her love. “I’ve never known a love like this,” she said, her eyes locking onto yours, filled with a blend of excitement and vulnerability. “You make every day feel like a song worth singing, and I want to spend the rest of my life creating our own melody together.”

With trembling hands, she opened the box to reveal a ring—delicate yet striking, a shimmering band that caught the light like the city around you. “Will you marry me?”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, spilling over as you nodded, overwhelmed by the depth of her words and the beauty of this moment. “Yes, a thousand times yes!” you exclaimed, your voice thick with emotion.

Billie slipped the ring onto your finger, her touch gentle and deliberate. As she stood up, you were enveloped in her embrace, the world melting away. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the background, each light a celebration of your love.

“I promise to love you fiercely, to support you, to be your partner in every adventure,” Billie murmured against your hair, her breath warm and soothing. “I can’t wait to build our life together.”

You pulled back to look into her eyes, filled with hope and promise. In that moment, with the city of Paris as your witness, you knew that this was the beginning of forever.

Underneath the starry Parisian sky, you sealed the promise with a kiss, the world around you fading into a blur of love and laughter, each heartbeat echoing the sentiment: this was home.

[m00nc4kes]

Call Me?

hobie brown x black! reader

words: 1.4k

rating: gen

summary: You find an old note with a number written on it.

warnings: none :). reader is gender neutral and black (even if its not mentioned)

You held the small piece of paper in your hand as your eyes traced a string of numbers you’d long forgotten about. You had come across the note by a complete stroke of luck, or perhaps misfortune from how your heart had yet to resume beating.

Unpacking boxes in your new apartment had been a long and grueling process that made you determined to not stop and reminisce. Even so, your box of high school memorabilia enticed you, making you grab your boxcutter and glide the blade along the taped edges. Ironically, you had triple-taped the box shut to prevent yourself from getting distracted. Alas, it couldn’t be helped.

You flipped through your old yearbook, taking in faces you hadn’t seen in nearly a decade. You knew that some people in your class never had the chance to have their picture in the book due to missed deadlines or having an inability to sit still and smile at the camera (a vague voice reminded you in the back of your mind). 

You continued to take things out of the box like old assignments, flyers, and notebooks. What you hadn’t expected was a piece of paper to slip out of your previously cherished music notebook. When you picked up the note, your heart hit a wall and you swore you would never recover.

You reread the messy ink that was scrawled onto the paper:

Call me? ;)

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

-Hobie

Hobie.

Flashes of a boy with a lopsided grin entered your mind. You don’t know how you could’ve forgotten about the boy who captured your heart by sliding a simple note to you. Years spent together roaming the same crowded halls, sneaking into concerts, and making music together all started with that note. This note. 

No, you were sure you never completely forgot about him. Your first love would always linger in the bright part of your subconscious. It was just that— life moved on. 

Yet, you held memories of that boy close to your soul as painful as it was to remember them. So in reality, you knew you never forgot about him, you simply avoided thinking about him until it became second nature. Until you couldn’t deny his existence with concrete proof— with the note in your hand. 

You would never forget how you two had bonded through a common love and appreciation for music. He was your first in so many areas and was someone you had commonly thanked the stars for.

Hobie. Hobie Brown.

He made you feel alive after your mother’s sudden death and your father’s sudden emotional reservation. You couldn’t possibly remember being a teenager without remembering Hobie.

Nights spent sneaking on the landline and typing in the number you had known by heart to talk to your boyfriend. Oh, how your father despised catching you twirling your finger along the phone cord in the late hours of the night. He would always say that his child didn’t need to be hanging around some punk teen who had no direction in life. Though, there was nothing he could do. You loved Hobie.

So when your dad suddenly dropped the news that you two would be leaving the city to be with family on the opposite side of the country, you lost your mind. But all your screams and cries and pleads didn’t do anything to stop it. 

Hobie would stay in the city with hopes of making it big, while you would finish your last year of high school in a random town no one’s ever heard of. So, you made the reckless decision to cut your relationship off.

You were seventeen and doomed to believe that your world was ending and you didn’t want to drag Hobie down with you.

You remembered that last day, how could you ever forget? Watching Hobie’s heartbroken face as your dad drove you two away, never to be heard from again.

It was a lifetime ago. You supposed, that was the end of it. An end to a chapter, never to be opened or read again.

Yet, here you were, nearly 8 years later, with this note. With this number. 

Before you could stop yourself, your eyes flicked over to your phone across the room. It was sat on top of a box labeled: bedroom. What were the odds that Hobie kept the same number? He never had a landline and kept his flip phone tucked in his front pocket. What were the odds?

You stared at the paper again then back at your phone. What were the odds? You slowly shifted toward it but stopped yourself. An image of Hobie’s crestfallen expression entered your mind. Guilt threatened to take hold of you but you stopped it with a heavy exhale. 

“What am I doing?” you muttered. You were supposed to be unpacking, not going back down memory lane. It was why you had taped up that godforsaken box in the first place.

You slowly reached for the music notebook and slid the note back into its place, then put the entire thing in the box. With a sudden resolve, you put the box into the closet and shut it behind you.

You walked across the room to your stack of boxes and moved your phone to your bed. You decided to start with the “bedroom” box and peeled off the tape. It came off easily and you tossed it aside, just like how you had tossed aside your dreams of making music with Hobie.

You paused. You could feel your brows furrow at the jab you made at yourself. 

You hadn’t tossed aside any dream, you thought indignantly as you pulled out the items inside the box with a little more force than necessary. You just made reasonable dreams. Like getting a degree to show teenagers how to pursue their love for music.

You grew up and after all this time, you were sure Hobie did too. Who knew where life took him? You surely didn’t know.

You tried to chew on that but you didn’t like the taste. You set your picture frame down and stared at your phone for a long moment. The air stilled and your heart slowly picked up its pace as a thought struck you.

…one call wouldn’t hurt, right?

Your fingers curled around your phone as you tried to will your heart to stop racing. You would only do it once, you told yourself as you found your legs leading you to your closet. Only one time, you reminded yourself when you found the notebook again. You flipped open your phone as you held the note in your hand and typed the number in.

Your thumb hovered over the call button.

“Just once,” you told yourself.

With a solidified resolve, you pressed the button. Your heart made thunder in your chest as the phone began to ring.

And ring.

And ring.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat as the phone continued to ring. When the phone finally clicked, you were prepared to greet the voicemail on the other side.

Instead, you received a deep, “Hello?”

And by god, your heart completely surrendered itself to whatever being lied above. Your mind went haywire as you tried to remember the language that you had spoken your entire life. All you could do was fumble out a: “Hi.” 

You cringed at the random emphasis you put on the two letter word. Perhaps you had said it too loud or said it wrong because it didn’t feel right coming from your nervous tongue.

“Hi,” he said again, mimicking your tone. 

This— this had to be Hobie. Was this Hobie? You should just ask— “Is… is this Hobie? Hobie Brown?”

There was a vague hum on the other side. “Who’s askin’?”

A shaky exhale left your nose as you placed the phone between your ear and your shoulder to wipe your sweaty hands. “This is… um. This is (Y/N).” The silence that came after made you spiral.

Should you give him your last name? What if he didn’t remember you? What if this wasn’t Hobie and you were bothering some random man with the same number—

“(Y/N)?” You couldn’t read his tone. “From secondary?”

You suddenly felt emboldened as you remembered an age-old debate. “From high school. Yes, that’s me.” 

“High school?” he echoed to himself. Then a loud cackle burst through your speaker. “Oh my days?! (Y/N)? That is you— with your random ways of sayin’ things.” 

For once, your heart didn’t betray you and you could finally breathe. You couldn’t stop the smile that split across your face. Life moved on, but you swore you were a teenager again, twirling that cord around your finger.

“You got a lot of nerve calling me random, Hobart.”

The laughter you two shared would echo long into the dark hours of the night.

hi hi hiiiiii

hope you enjoyed ;)) i literally wrote this at work omg

[urfavouritegirlie]

Aaron 42 HC's

Dresses more maturely (Clearly)

He's a classy guy. He drinks that expensive whiskey. Neat or on the rocks.

Stopped being prowler when society collapsed and crime rates went up and when Jeff died.

Cut ties with King pin

Immediately stepped up to take care of Miles and Rio after his brother died.

Refused so many times when Miles asked him to train his to be the prowler.

Eventually gave in but put him under strict training.

Prefers to listen to soul and R&B.

Miles might have an unofficial auntie 👀

Knows how to cook and will leave food in lunch boxes for Rio when she comes back from work.

Help Miles with groceries.

Drops and pick Rio from work when he can. Because of the curfew and because of criminals out in the streets at night.

Regrets the fact that he didn't get the chance to reconcile with his Jeff before he died.

Mad at society for failing Miles. Thinks he has so much potential in life than being a vigilante for the city.

Tries to encourage Miles to be a kid, play basketball, talk to girls. Normal boy stuff.

Would take 'unofficial auntie' to nice dates and buy her nice gifts.

Would take her to a place to listen to some live jazz music with candles on the table and an open dance floor.

Such a gentle man toward her. Calls her to make sure she ok.

Treats her soo good. Buys her chocolates and ice cream. Runs shoulders and feet with a scented oil.

Makes sure place him and Miles are about to raid is safe and is not too heavily guarded.

'Unofficial auntie' is a nurse and both of them would go a get stitched by her if they got injured.

[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call [3]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, f!masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, smoking, flirting, mutual pining, angst, strangers to friends to lovers word count: 3,5k

an: omg guys, here it is! i hope you enjoy. as always, if you like it let me know by reblogging or leaving a comment - it means so much to me!

chapter two ♫ masterlist ♫ askbox

chapter three ♫♪♩·..·

After a beat of silence, the phone went dead. Disappointment creeped into your soul, but you tried to fight it off. Maybe it was an accident, perhaps the connection just cut out. But as the minutes ticked by, you sat on your bed, clutching your phone that silent. Your bedroom door was open and you could see the moon illuminating your worn out sofa in the living room. It was dead silent, just like your phone.

Was this all a scam? Were you being catfished by some lonely elder, or worse, a disgusting perv? Were you that stupid and naïve?

With shaky hands, you placed your phone back on your nightstand, plugging the charger in. You settled back under the covers with your back facing your bedroom window, clutching the blanket under your chin. In the warm cocoon of your sheets, you fell into a restless sleep.

.•♫•♬•

Eddie wasn't better off. He didn't sleep at all that night. He was racking his brain trying to come up with an excuse that could justify his actions. Landing on zero ideas, he gave up at about 4.30am. He kept opening and closing his iMessage app, sometimes just watching the empty text box and other times actually typing something, then deleting it and tossing his phone on the floor.

He was a piece of shit, honestly. He was wired up to call you, he hit the right button, he heard your voice and then he panicked, once again. In those two seconds, your voice was enough to take his breath away. Your voice was quiet but hopeful and he wrecked everything.

Eddie opened the doors to his suite balcony, sitting down on a wicker basket chair and propping his feet on the metal railing. The chilly air was dancing around his hair and bare shoulders, he was only wearing a simple pair of dark sweats, from which fished out his (regular) cigarettes and lit one. He kept looking at the skyline and the city below it, he could see the roof of the arena he would be playing at later that night.

He pondered what type of music you liked, if you would like his stuff. Would you go to a show, cheer him on from the front row? Or would you be the type to wait in the dressing room unbothered, like his ex. What would you say if he asked you to come to one of his shows? They are scheduled to play two shows in New York in two weeks...

Eddie finished his cigarette stepped back into the room, opening the closet where he caught a glimpse of his rosy cheeks on the mirrored doors and putting on a Corroded Coffin hoodie. He stepped to the desk adjacent to the closet and pulled open a small drawer filled with hotel amenities. He found what he was looking for, a blank sheet of paper and a pencil, returning to the balcony where the sunrise was creeping up on the city. He used to do this back in high school, when he was still playing Dungeons & Dragons, drawing different maps and monsters for each session. It almost felt liberating, skimming the ashy tip of the pencil along the paper. He hadn't done anything creative in months, he'd only kept the same routine every day. Maybe it was time to change that. Maybe it was time to stop moping around and improve some things.

.•♫•♬•

''There you go, sir. Have a nice day!'' Robin piped out next to you, handing a middle aged guy in a very expensive looking suit his go-to espresso, to which he didn't even respond to as he kept typing away on his phone. When he was out the door, Robin rolled her eyes and muttered ''Asshole.''

You snorted, grateful for he company and for the fact that the café was pretty busy today, you could use the distraction. You woke up this morning to two text messages, one from your co-worker asking for you to fill in for her today as she had to take her dog to the vet and another was from him. You didn't open his text yet and you couldn't see it from the preview either, because he had sent a photo right after the text, so the screen just said ''Sent a photo.''

You were itching to know what could he have possibly sent, but you purposefully kept your phone at your locker today. Still feeling iffy about the situation, you hadn't mentioned the call thing to Robin, but you did fill her casually in on your texting to which in return you got a confirmation that her and Cherry were indeed now girlfriends.

''Ugh, she asked me after the show - which was amazing, by the way - and I had to say yes. You just can't say no to her,'' she kept babbling while putting a new tray full of frozen croissants to the oven.

You were re-filling the espresso machine with new beans. ''What show was it anyway?''

Robin closed the oven door with her hip while pulling the oven mitts off. ''I don't really remember, coffin something. Cherry loves them, that's why we went. It was real heavy, the singer was pretty cool though, straight from the 80s.''

''What do you mean?'' you asked.

''He had long hair, so he looked like Bon Jovi or something. I mean it was cool, but you don't see that look every day.'' she replied, straightening her apron and greeting another customer who'd just stepped in.

You hummed in response and proceeded to the cash register to take new orders. The day flew by and by the time you only had 20 minutes left, Robin was at the back, emptying the dishwasher and you were counting cash when the door opened again. You vaguely remembered her hair color and her wine red lipgloss, so it wasn't too hard to recognize Cherry when she strolled in.

''Hey, I'm Cherry.''

You accepted her outstretched palm and shook her hand. ''Y/N. Nice to finally meet you, for real this time.''

''Same here,'' she smiled ''Though I feel like I know you already. Robin talks about you a lot and I already know you can't handle more than two drinks.''

''And three tequila shots!'' you returned her smile and Robin came busting out the back, rushing past the counter and throwing her arms around Cherry, pecking her cheek.

''Glad the introductions are over,'' she quipped and turned to Cherry ''missed you, by the way.''

''Gross.'' you joked, which ended up with Robin's apron in your face.

''Ha-ha. Would you mind if-''

Before she could finish her sentence, you dismissed her with a hand swipe. ''Yeah yeah, I can finish up here.''

''You're an angel. You know I'd do the same for you if you weren't single and lonely!'' Robin snickered and you fake gasped, but they were out the door before you could say anything back, waving at you from the outside.

''Idiot.''

You grabbed your things from your locker and closed the café, stepping out onto a golden sunset. You walked along the streets leading to your apartment building, passing a bus stop with a big poster on it, the deep rich colors popping and a guy in the middle of it, clutching a guitar. You recalled your conversation with Robin from earlier. Coffin something, a singer with long hair. The name on the poster said Corroded Coffin and the guy on the poster did seem like he could be from the 80s.

Not thinking much of it, you finally decide to take a look at your phone. Besides the two texts, your breath hitched when you noticed there was a missed call as well, 4 hours ago. You checked out the messages first and opened the photo he had sent. It was a picture of a sketch, what could immediately be recognized as the New York skyline. It was nice too, the lines were sharp, it was pretty detailed too.

7.21am - Kirk ''I'm an asshole and I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, I panicked at the last second. It's a shitty excuse but it's the truth. I'm really sorry, I'd love to talk to you if I could have another chance. I couldn't sleep all night, so I drew this for you as an apology. It's not great, but I hope you accept.''

8.01pm - Kiwi 'It's a great sketch, btw.''

It didn't even take him a second to hit you back.

8.01pm - Kirk ' 'God, I thought you'd blocked me.''

8.02pm - Kiwi ''I'm still thinking about it. I'm convinced you're a catfish.''

8.02pm - Kirk ''I promise I'm not.''

8.02pm - Kiwi ''Okay, prove it.''

8.03pm - Kirk ''How would I do that?''

8.05pm - Kiwi ''I'm sure you can figure it out.''

.•♫•♬•

What the hell was he going to do? He was convinced you had blocked him last night. He sent you the text this morning and for more than 12 hours it was only showing as 'sent.' Not received, not read, nothing. Now reading you thought he was catfishing you, Eddie needed to prove to you that he was real and that he was serious this time.

Without thinking much of it, he dialed your number again and waited as it rang. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder and made his way to the dressing room bathroom, locking himself in to give him some sort of privacy.

The phone kept ringing and ringing. Were you punishing him for not picking up? He wouldn't hold it against you, he kind of deserves it. Besides, Eddie loves a woman who can beat him up.

Finally, after he had already given up hope, the line clicked and he heard your voice again. ''Yes?''

Eddie could also hear cars driving in the background, your breathing was a bit quicker than normal, a little shallow. You were outside somewhere.

''Is this proof enough?'' he asked, barely breathing.

''You could still be some weirdo, but I'll let you off the hook for now. Hi.'' Eddie thought he could hear a smile in your voice.

''Hi,'' he sighed, shoulder relaxing where he was leaning against the door. ''How are you?''

''I'm fine,'' you replied. ''I just got off work, I'm walking home.''

''I thought you had the day off.''

''I did,'' you sighed, some shuffling coming from your side. ''A co-worker asked me to switch, so I did.''

''That's generous of you, are you always this nice?'' Eddie teased.

''You tell me,'' you quipped back, matching his energy right away. He liked that, a lot. He liked you.

''I'd say so. You gave me another shot, though you didn't have to.''

''Don't waste it. I normally don't give second chances.''

Eddie chuckled, ''I won't. Can I ask you something?''

''Shoot,'' you agreed.

''Do you, like.. recognize my voice?'' he cringed. ''It's a silly thing to ask, 'm sorry.''

You laughed and the sound danced around his brain, shooting a bunch of endorphins into his belly. He hoped it wasn't weird to picture you based on your voice alone, but you sounded pretty.

''No...'' trailing off, but quickly you recouped ''So you're a musician then?''

''Uhh... maybe.''

''That's cool! Don't worry, unless you're in an 80s indie band or a 90s boyband, I probably don't know you, sorry!''

''Is that the only stuff you listen to?'' Eddie asked incredulously.

''Hey, I like what I like!'' you defended and he could hear the slight creak of a door and soft steps that became a bit louder, like you were climbing some stairs. The call crackled for a second and then he could hear keys jingling and the unlocking of another door.

''You made it home?'' he quizzed, destined to make sure you were alright.

''Yeah, finally. Now I have a three day weekend!''

''Cool! What are you pl-''

Before Eddie could finish his question, he was startled by the banging behind him, the door he was leaning against shaking under his back. He quickly covered the microphone, holding the device against his chest. ''Eddie, you in there man? We gotta start getting ready.''

It was their drummer asking. Eddie shushed him and told him he was on the phone. The drummer replied with a dishonest 'sorry' and left him be.

''Um, sorry about that. Shit.'' Eddie apologized and wondered if you heard anything.

''Don't worry about it, Eddie.'' you shot back and he could almost see the grin on your face. Why did it seem like you had the upper hand every time?

''Hmm, you got me. Now you tell me your name,'' he challenged.

''I thought you already named me,'' you shot back, your voice suddenly so sweet and innocent.

''Oh, come on. That's not fair.''

''I don't think you've earned it yet.'' Something about that sentence made him twitch in his pants. Fuck. He wanted to earn your name, something else too. Your voice was sultry, the tone of it sticking to his brain like honey. He needed more of it, he needed to keep you talking. He was in a trance almost.

''Making me work for it?'' he prompted, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, resting it on the door.

''You bet. I come with a price, you know.'' You joked.

''I'm willing to pay.'' Eddie replied, dead serious.

.•♫•♬•

Your phone call with Eddie, as you now know him, ended pretty abruptly after that. He got interrupted again and he had to go, to start getting ready for the show you supposed. For exactly two seconds after you hung up, you thought about googling him, but decided against it just as fast as that. You wanted to get to know him personally, not through tabloids.

Your body was thrumming however, your cheeks felt hot to the touch and there was the tiniest vibration between your thighs. You needed a cold shower, asap. You didn't expect the talk to excite you that much, but his voice was something else. Smooth, raspy at times when he lowered his tone. A bit more nasally when he got excited. You wanted to hear it again, teasing you. You wondered what he sounded in person, what his laugh was like, what sounded like when he was out of breath, gasping in your ear.

Stop, you scolded yourself and hurried in removing your work clothes and dumping them in the laundry basket. You took a cool shower to calm down, changed into silky pajamas, then popped a frozen pizza into the pre-heated oven and set the timer to 15 minutes. While you waited for dinner to be ready, you occupied yourself with finding a good movie to watch while you ate, poured a glass of water and changed Eddie's contact name on your phone. Watching a movie should keep you distracted for a few hours, until Eddie was free to call again, which would presumably be in the early hours of the night.

When the movie finally finished, you were full and hydrated. It was only a quarter past eleven so you still had a couple more hours to kill. You decided to move to be this time, grabbing an unfinished book from your desk and settled in under the covers. You turned on the reading lamp on the bedside table and kept your phone close to you. Soon enough, you were submerged in the book, the scene written on the page getting spicier. You gulped as you read how the main characters were ripping each others clothes off, devouring one another. You had a perfect picture in your head, the words coming alive in front of you, envisioning the guy eating out his girl the way the author had put it in the book. Shit, your thighs clenched at the thought of someone doing that to you.

You jumped when your phone vibrated against your bare thigh, slapping the book shut abruptly.

''Hello?'' you answered, trying to calm your breathing.

''Hey, what's up?'' Eddie asked, sounding a little out of breath himself.

''Oh, um, I was just reading a book.''

''What's it about?''

You cleared your throat, ''J-just some rom com, don't think you'd be interested.''

''You alright over there?'' Eddie quipped, chuckling softly.

''I'm fine, totally fine.''

''Uh-uh,'' Eddie sounded totally unconvinced ''tell me what you were reading.''

''Why?'' you were growing nervous.

''You're basically hyperventilating, that must be some book. Was it scary?''

''No.''

''Erotic?'' he joked, chuckling.

You remained quiet, the words dying on your tongue.

''Oh, it was.'' Eddie mused, his voice lower now. ''What were they doing?''

''They were just kissing and stuff,'' you whispered like you were scared someone would overhear, chewing on your bottom lip as a nervous habit.

''Did some simple kissing get you that worked up, baby?''

Baby. He was doing nothing but enhancing the tingling in your white cotton panties.

''No,'' you breathe, rubbing your thighs together at this point.

''Hmm.. Were they doing more? Having sex?'' he spoke and you could hear faint shuffling on his side, then the soft close of a door.

''Not exactly.''

''No? What then? Don't be shy.''

You squeezed your eyes shut, somehow embarrassed like the whole world could see you right now. You took a shaky breath in and quickly blurted out ''He was eating her out.''

There was a small pause before Eddie hummed. ''And how did that make you feel?''

''Good,'' you replied.

''Just good?''

You whimpered. He was toying with you, pulling your strings but you didn't want him to stop either. You switched the phone to your left hand, to free your dominant hand to caress your stomach, occasionally dipping lower. ''Aroused.''

''What are you doing right now?'' Eddies breathing sounded heavier now, too. His voice has a raspier edge than before.

''Rubbing my thighs,'' you sighed. The feeling of your palm sliding over the inside of your thighs felt nice, for a while. There was a warm wet patch on your panties, too.

''Shit. Lay down for me.''

You did as he told, scooting lower on the bed until you were horizontal. ''Okay.''

''Good girl,'' he praised.

Jesus Christ. No one had ever talked to you like that, you'd only read that in your books. Those words sent a jolt straight to your pussy.

''Want you to touch yourself, can you do that for me?''

''Y-yeah,'' you hiccupped, guiding your hand under your pajama pants and skipping your panties too, cupping your mound and feeling the gathered wetness there.

''Doing so good for me, honey. Touch your little pussy for me, tell me how wet you are.''

You couldn't hold back the moan that bubbled up as you followed his instructions, sliding your fingers easily through your blazing folds due to the slickness. ''S-so wet, Eddie.''

''Fuck,'' he groaned. ''Wish I could be there, need to see it for myself. Would you want that?''

''Yes, Eddie!'' you wailed, gliding your wet fingers down your slit, then back up again and focusing on your puffy clit, pulsing with want. You circled your clit with your middle fingers, putting the phone on speaker and dumping it next to your head so you could use your other hand to slide it under your shirt to thumb your nipple, adding even more pleasure.

''Would you let me eat your pussy, too? Let me tongue fuck your little hole?'' Your cunt clenched just at the thought of having his warm muscle shoved deep into it. It was begging to be filled, hungry for it. You found your weeping hole and pushed your middle finger in, moaning at the stretch. Eddie meanwhile continued his verbal assault. ''Fuck, baby I'd lick you so good if you'd let me have the honor. I bet you're already knuckles deep in your pussy, aren't you?''

You could only cry out ''uh uh'' as you added another finger, pushing them as far as you could reach, curling them upward to graze that one and only spot.

''Good fucking girl. Keep punishing that tight hole for me. I know it's so tight, would barely fit my fat cock. Shit. I wanna fill you up, fuck you 'til your crying, begging for me to stop. But I wouldn't stop until you were stuffed full of my cum - you want that baby? Wanna be so filled with my cum that it's flowing out of your abused hole, huh? Leaking down your crack, I'd clean you right up.''

''Eddie, oh my God!'' you cried, tears stinging your eyes as you thrashed around, your clothes sticking to your sweaty body. Fucking your fingers in and out, you pressed your palm down to add more pressure to your clit, building up your high.

''You close, sweetheart? Wanna hear you cum, you sound so fucking perfect already. Keep working those fingers, don't stop.''

''Fuckuckfuck, I'm cumming. Ohmygod.'' Your high hit and you lost all vision, only listening to Eddie talk you through it, telling you what a good girl you were, how proud he was, how good you sounded.

When you came down, you carefully withdrew your fingers and wiped them clean on your pants, trying to catch your breath.

''My name's Y/N, by the way.''

On the other side, Eddie burst out laughing.

[ashlynnfall]

in another universe - an arcane au

a universe in which the arcane characters live happy lives in a kind and forgiving world

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piltover and zaun

it's a world where piltover and zaun work together, two nations united for the sake of each other. there is no war, violence, or oppression, only peace. fueled by science and technological advancements, the pair of countries are flourishing. inventors from both sides are supported, people from each place are loved, and their allyship is benefits all who live there. in this universe, there are no horrifying nightmares, only comforting dreams.

vi

vi spends most of her time helping her family run the last drop, one of zaun's most successful bars. her family consists of two loving parents, two friendly uncles named vander and silco, and a little sister named powder. vi tended to be closer to vander, he did name her after all, while powder enjoyed hanging around silco more. with a loving family, rambunctious friends, and her sweet girlfriend caitlyn, vi didn't have much time to spare, but she wouldn't have it any other way. she recently added a new friend to her list named loris, a piltovan who helped her through a rough patch in her life. vi gets to live a life perfect for her big heart. it's a life where her and her sister get to truly remain constantly together. her soul is full of life and love. you can find vi engaging in friendly boxing matches, arm wrestling with vander, messing things up with jayce, taking care of powder, milo, claggor, and ekko, laying under the stars with caitlyn, and loving the environment that surrounds her.

powder

powder enjoys helping out at the last drop, but spends more time fulfilling her potential as vander keeps encouraging her to do. with the help of her boyfriend ekko, she's managed to create all sorts of contraptions and innovative technologies. when she's not annoying sevika or scheming with silco, she's hanging out with her loved ones. surrounded by promises of eternity, she knows no one will ever leave her. they are always with her as she is always with them. she recently brought a new girl named isha into her life. the two of them are often spotted galivanting around zaun, stirring up fun moments of chaos everywhere they go. some argue that they're like mother and daughter while some others argue that they're like sisters. it's agreed regardless that they're important to each other. you can find powder sitting on a special ledge with ekko, head leaning on his shoulder as they look out at the bustling city. you can also find her tinkering away in her lab, making bombs, spending time with her friends and her sister, blasting rock music while she works, and soaring the skies in a big white blimp, free to go wherever she wants to be.

viktor

viktor had a happy childhood with loving parents, but was born with a limp in his leg. his need to use a cane made it difficult for him to play with other children in his youth, but despite his struggles, he grew up to be a genius inventor and scientist. he still made plenty of friends as a child, with the most notable being sky young, who became a lifelong companion. he studied at piltover's academy where he met jayce, a relationship that would quite literally transcend the physical plane. viktor used his experiences with a limp to strengthen his inspiration for the future, one where he could relieve the world of its pains and setbacks. with jayce by his side, he helped create technologies that could be used to aid the people of zaun and piltover, achieving his ultimate goal of reducing suffering. you can find viktor working with his partner in the lab, conversing with heimerdinger, sky, or mel, going for walks in the fresh air, delivering quotes that belong in history books, and assisting all the people who need his help.

jayce

jayce was once saved by a benevolent mage who whisked him and his mother away to safety during a deadly snowstorm. thanks to the efforts of his mother, house talis became influential in piltover's society, which benefited a young and inspired jayce. as a talented inventor with many bright ideas, he was invited to study at piltover's academy, where he met his other half, viktor. their work revolutionized zaun and piltover by using technology to relieve the people of their pains and struggles. as famous scientists, the pair are beloved by both nations, and represent the beauty that comes from their allyship. a piltovan and a zaunite, full of dreams for their respective homes, achieving greatness for all involved. you can find jayce cooped up in a lab with viktor, spending time with his girlfriend mel, laying his head in her lap when times get difficult, leading piltover to greatness, doing ridiculous things with vi whenever they team up, hanging out with heimerdinger or caitlyn, and pioneering ideas for the betterment of the world.

ekko

ekko spends most of his time tending to his tree sanctuary, providing a place of peace and relaxation for anyone who needs it. when the boy savior isn't assisting those in need, he's at the last drop helping his friends and their families work the bar, or he's helping benzo with his pawn shop. he's got a full schedule since he's the leader of the firelights, a group of zaunites who uphold the sanctuary, but for ekko, time has never been a problem. he often hangs out with his girlfriend powder, helping her tinker with all her little gadgets. when they aren't tinkering, they're dancing the night away at parties, basking in the happiness of their reality. people jokingly call them "timebomb" since ekko's good with time and powder's good with bombs. fortunately, their relationship is a timebomb that never ticks. together, they both serve as symbols for zaun's greatness. you can find ekko flying with his firelights, hanging out with his many friends, getting sparring tips from vi, sitting on a special ledge with powder, doing mind-bending time tricks, working on projects with his new mentor heimerdinger, and living a life of tranquility.

mel

mel leads piltover with the rest of the council and works closely with zaun's leadership to ensure the well being of both nations. her mother and brother from noxus visit monthly, and they're always full of praise for her accomplishments. she brings pride to the medarda name and has formed a close relationship with jayce in the process. when she's not busy with diplomatic affairs, she practices her magic, something her mother eventually grew to love about her, despite her previous reservations against mages. mel is dedicated to protecting the people she loves and takes joy in knowing her efforts have changed piltover for the better. she's recently befriended caitlyn, who she often gossips over tea with. you can find mel cuddled up with jayce after a long day of work, discussing plans with the council, hanging out with jayce, elora, and viktor, playing puzzle games in her spare time, and attending illustrious social events.

heimerdinger

heimerdinger serves on piltover's council alongside jayce and mel while continuing to teach the next generation of scientists. he shares his vast knowledge with his students who use his lessons to cultivate their talents. renowned for his hand in jayce and viktor's success and for his contributions to piltover, heimerdinger leads a delightfully busy life fueled by scientific discoveries. he most recently took on a new pupil, ekko, who reminds him of what it's like to feel alive. as a firelight favorite, he often goes on adventures with the crew, which enables him to provide better improvements to piltover's alliance. you can find heimerdinger in the lab with jayce and viktor, teaching ekko new methods, reading books and doing puzzles, inventing, and focusing on a safer world that's free of its past mistakes.

caitlyn

caitlyn takes over her mother's position as councilor when she retires, ensuring the next generation of kiramman leadership. after studying and preparing herself to do the job right, caitlyn becomes worthy of the role. due to her affection for vi and her fondness for zaun, she works closely with the aforementioned parties to ensure a beneficial partnership. due to caitlyn's busy schedule as councilor, she frequently works long hours with little rest, fueled by a desire for justice. when she's not working, she spends time with her girlfriend vi, who often tells her sweet things to brighten her mood. the cupcake and the dirt under her fingernails are a beautiful couple. caitlyn has recently gotten close to her fellow councilor mel, and the two have proven to be an incredible duo. they've become good friends, and even mel's mother, who's a hard woman to impress, has taken a liking to her. caitlyn often attends medarda family dinners, discussing ways to improve piltover and zaun's quality of life with ambessa and mel. you can find caitlyn snuggling with vi, spending time with mel, laughing with and at jayce, happily hanging out with powder, solving mysteries, and having tea with her parents.

sevika

sevika has the great honor yet great stress of being one of zaun's leaders. after keeping the nation united during troubling times and showing undying loyalty to the people of zaun, sevika proved herself to be worthy of the position. she works closely with fellow leaders vander and silco to ensure that zaun is flourishing, and to her annoyance, occasionally checks in with powder to hear her thoughts on the state of the country. when she isn't being pestered by powder, who always adds cool new features to her prosthetic arm as an apology, sevika is completing tasks and working on her combat skills. in her spare time, she hangs out at the last drop, allowing the happiness radiating from the environment to sink into her soul. you can find sevika arguing with powder, laughing with silco and vander, walking through the city with a smile on her face, frequenting gambling dens, and enjoying the peace of a quiet night.

vander

vander is a leader of zaun as well as the owner of the last drop, so he's a very busy man. not only does he care for the wellbeing of zaun, but he also cares for the wellbeing of his two nieces, their mother, and his best friend silco. vi takes after vander in a lot of ways, which makes him proud, and he's happy to see powder taking on in his image as well, although she reminds him more of silco than himself. sticking to his principle, vander fills the cup of everyone in zaun, but remembers to take time to fill his own. this is often achieved when he interacts with his favorite ankle biters, they truly are the lights of his life. he takes time for the other young ones too-milo, claggor, and ekko are all important to him and bring him joy. the hound of the underground takes great pride in what the city has become, knowing that his dreams came true. you can find him spending time with powder and vi, tasking out vi's group at the bar, hanging out with felicia and connol, sharing a drink with silco and sevika while discussing plans for zaun, bartending, and building a thriving community.

silco

silco leads zaun alongside his close friends sevika and vander. when he's not handling business or conducting deals with piltover, he's spending time with powder, teaching her how to use her special talents for good. powder takes after him in a lot of ways while her sister vi takes after vander, it's the perfect balance. silco isn't too fond of kids, so he always shoos vi's group away from the last drop whenever they get too rowdy, but he always "accidentally" lets powder stay. he loves the kids regardless of their annoying traits, and is especially supportive of ekko's sanctuary tree. with a kind face and a love for zaun, silco helps the nation remain in a state of constant joy. you can find silco going for a leisurely swim, conversing with sevika, inspiring powder, sharing a drink with vander, creating ideas for the nation, cleaning the bar with felicia, and enjoying the nation he worked so hard to uphold.

in this life, all that exists is love and perpetual happiness. destruction, and suffering are almost inconceivable in a world like this. any shadows of darkness are completely snuffed out by overwhelming light. no one's heart beats with longing or sorrow. no one's mind is clouded with hurt or ghosts of the past. every story ends with a smile. there is no such thing as an unhappy ending in this reality.

it's a universe of blissful joy, where all of its inhabitants are promised the lifetimes of eternal peace that they deserve.

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a/n: i finished arcane today and needed a boost of serotonin after. it's such a beautiful show but so tragic, so i wanted to write happy lives for these characters and some ideas of what that would look like. if you have any thoughts or feelings, please let me know! i'm still new to writing, so suggestions on how to improve would be greatly appreciated. thanks for reading <3 currently listening to: ma meilleure ennemie by stromae and pomme

[sincerelyyycece]

to hell with other halves!

Approaching the Christmas holiday, Y/N endeavours to let go of her feelings for James Potter.

note: inspired by "chilly" by NIKI, mention of drinking, reader missing James Potter, December time setting

tags: @dearmy-diary @moonteaxw @xcinnamonmalfoyx @box-of-kinderjoy @hisparentsgallerryy @burningwitchprincess @alittlebirdswhisper @chi-ara (i can't tag the last two accounts.)

sincerelyyycece © ─ all rights reserved. please do not repost/translate/copy any of my work.

In the icy grip of December, amidst the vibrant pulse of the city, Y/N finds herself ensnared in a tempest of emotions, navigating the labyrinth of memories left behind by James Potter, her once cherished flame. Despite the jovial festivities adorning the streets, her heart remains ensconced in the frosty embrace of their shared past, unwilling to thaw from the warmth of their intimate moments.

The haunting melody of their memories reverberates within Y/N's mind, a symphony of joy and sorrow that she struggles to reconcile with the stark reality of their separation. Each flicker of the twinkling lights serves as a poignant reminder of the void James left behind, casting shadows over the mirthful ambience of the season.

With each hesitant step, Y/N confronts the spectres of their past, the echoes of laughter silenced by the deafening void of their parting. She finds herself torn between the yearning to cling to the remnants of what once was and the imperative to break free from the shackles of their fractured promises.

"To hell with other halves!" she murmurs to the wintry gusts, glass in hand, a rebellious proclamation against the notion that solace must be sought in the arms of another. Y/N understands that true healing resides not in external affections but in the depths of her own self-discovery.

In her journey to move on, she embarks on ventures into uncharted territories, seeking solace in novel experiences and distant horizons. Yet, amidst the allure of novelty, she finds herself adrift, her passion seemingly misplaced along the winding path of her journey.

As time unfurls its relentless march, Y/N begins to rekindle the flames of her enthusiasm, reclaiming her zest for life with a newfound fervour. She embraces the exhilaration of new friendships and the thrill of exploration, shedding the remnants of her past with each stride towards liberation.

In the culmination of her odyssey, Y/N emerges, resplendent and renewed, casting aside the shadows of her past to bask in the radiant glow of her newfound happiness. She has traversed the tumultuous terrain of heartache and emerged victorious, no longer defined by the ghosts of her history but empowered by the boundless possibilities of her future.

Through late-night conversations in cosy cafes and impromptu escapades beneath the starlit sky, Y/N finds solace in the shared experiences of kindred souls. Their laughter becomes a melody of healing, drowning out the echoes of her former pain with the harmonious notes of camaraderie and understanding.

With newfound companions by her side, Y/N delves deeper into the tapestry of her own desires, discovering hidden passions long dormant beneath the weight of her previous attachments. She immerses herself in art, music, and literature, embracing the creative spark within her with unabashed fervour.

Yet, amidst the euphoria of her newfound liberation, Y/N is confronted with moments of doubt and uncertainty. The spectre of James lingers in the recesses of her mind, a constant reminder of the love she once knew and the scars it left behind. But with each passing day, she learns to confront these ghosts with courage and resilience, refusing to be held captive by the shadows of her past.

As the frosty grip of December begins to thaw into the promise of spring, Y/N emerges from her cocoon of introspection, her spirit ablaze with the vibrant hues of possibility. She embraces the world with open arms, savouring each moment as a precious gift to be cherished and savoured.

In the end, Y/N's journey is not just one of self-discovery, but of profound transformation. She emerges from the crucible of her past not as a broken soul, but as a beacon of resilience and hope, illuminating the path for others who may find themselves lost in the darkness of their own hearts.

As the city lights twinkle in the distance, casting their warm glow upon the streets below, Y/N walks forward into the embrace of the unknown, her heart filled with the promise of endless possibilities and the unwavering certainty that she is, at last, free.

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡Star Girl (Part Two)⋆౨ৎ˚⟡

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖masterlist⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ [fem reader] contains: kidnapping, blood, angst pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: billy finds you again author’s note: tagging @phantomamor because <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

Does a sun know how bright it shines?

Your glow, your radiant light, was the only thing behind Billy's eyes when he went to sleep. Though two weeks had passed since the interaction he'd had with you, his mind had found something new to orbit around. A few minutes talking, and you were the center of his universe.

At first he'd thought it was mere interest in your species, your heavenly power drawing him in like a man to riches. He'd never truly met a star person before, not properly, and he assumed his fascination with you stemmed from your celestial origins.

But as the thought stewed with him over a few days, he realized that wasn't it at all. Born from the stars or not, you had a unique, enchanting fascination with the world around you. Billy recalled how you'd looked at the city with bright and wondrous eyes, how for a moment he'd wondered if you and him were seeing the same things. No, you seemed to love it all as well as the world should be loved.

Billy purposefully picked up a few jobs that would lead him back to the planet he'd met you on, taking his time in the market in the hopes that he'd come across you again. It was a fruitless effort, because nowhere in the bounds of the city did he spot your distinctive glow. Perhaps you’d vacated this planet, danced away to some other place that didn’t know how lucky it was. Billy would let each of his teeth rot and disintegrate into dust if it meant he could indulge in your sweetness over and over and over.

Here, lying on his back and staring at the murky grey of the ceiling above his bed, his fingers thrummed a sad rhythm on his chest. The imprint in his heart was suspiciously shaped like you, and he wondered how long it would take for it to fill in. Or if it would at all. Soon he would just be another time-worn bounty hunter, money poured into rounds of drinks, flying to every long-forgotten corner of the galaxy searching for the daughter of the stars whom he was unworthy of anyways.

Billy turned over onto his side, cheek smushed into his pillow, eyes determinedly shut as if that could stop him from seeing you. It was a hopeless thing he was caught in- wanting desperately to even be near you and finding nothing but empty air before him. It was times like these when he wished he still lived aboard the crowded Seven Rivers ship, where the noise and comradery offered a distraction from his thoughts. Being out by himself was fine until he had recollections he couldn’t control.

Before, they had painted pictures of his parents and brother, their untimely deaths and the sorrow that followed. But now they held you. Just another thing he couldn’t have.

Billy pulled the covers up over himself, lightly scratching his stomach. Having his own ship meant there were finer comforts, a bigger sleeping space being one. He could feel your shadow next to him, resting soundly and beckoning him closer. It was cruel the way his mind tortured him.

Reaching behind him, Billy grasped in darkness for the other pillow, dragging it over to crush in his arms. Burying his face in the top of it, he shut his eyes once again, imagining he was holding you instead. You’d be just as soft, he thought.

Under his eyelids he began to see the details of you like a torturous film reel, just as he did nearly every night. The flecks of gold smattered across your skin, the shining strands interwoven into your hair. He swore he could hear your laugh echoing through the halls of the ship like the melody of a music box.

Billy gave up on trying to siphon you out of his head, squeezing the pillow tighter to him. At least when he saw you in his dreams, the illusion would make him happy for a little while.

It was a painfully long night.

He found himself wandering over to the gang's ship, tantalizingly landed in the same city he'd met you in, the next evening. His detour was partially to bring over the week's sum, partially as a diversion. As expected, the atmosphere was boiling, thick with the scent of the best drink money could buy, ground littered precariously with broken glass. Billy nursed a drink, hand around the firm neck of it. He didn't know how much time had surpassed since he'd sat down.

It was late. Too late to be on a ship in the back slums of some criminally infested planet, too late to be entertaining the notion of one more drink just so he could get through the rest of this. He hadn't been able to ignore his higher-up's invitation, having cashed in his final check of excuses at the last party. A man could only have so many broken elbows.

Looking around at the sloppily drunk members of the crew surrounding him, Billy huffed, lifting his bottle for a final swig of the dredges swamping the bottom. He set it down, not bothering to say goodbye to anybody around. It wasn't like they'd remember in the morning amid cloudy hangovers.

He excused himself into the quiet hallways of the ship, basking in the quiet muffling the sounds of the raucous celebration. For what, he wasn't even sure. Billy had been to an endless amount of these gatherings, but tonight everyone seemed particularly fired up. Maybe he could have asked, but he doubted anybody was sober enough to remember.

The hefty clomp of his boots echoed down the hallway void of any others, and he enjoyed the peace. He'd drunk very little tonight, feeling above such affairs. None of it was important anymore, these activities he maybe would have indulged in as wildly as his companions when he hardly knew of the world.

Now he'd seen the best life had to offer- a girl literally born from the stars. Other pleasures were far less in comparison.

Wandering, meandering, in the direction of the exit, Billy paused when he heard a strange noise around the corner, the faintest thing, like a whistle. Bracing a hand on the wall, his brow creased, and he tilted an ear in the direction of the sound.

At first he thought it was nothing, a creak in the ship perhaps. But then it happened again. Then again.

Billy moved forward, following the direction of the clamor. Had an animal wandered mistakenly into the corridors? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. The whimpering noise became more pronounced the closer he got to the crudely dubbed "bounty room", where the crew were known to keep their finds. The Seven Rivers Gang had a habit of waiting to pool their findings so the resulting paycheck would be considerably larger.

He ducked into the area, searching for the poor creature, ready to guide it back outside. The room was nearly overflowing with finds of every variety, from jewels to weapons. Billy couldn't recall a time he'd ever seen it this full, and he figured this might be why they were celebrating. A surplus of fortune was certainly an excuse for the men to drink all night.

Skirting the sharp edge of a sword with a ruby hilt, he found himself glad he didn't live on this ship anymore. The work of lugging all of this off the ship would hardly be worth the financial reward.

The whimpering noise was becoming louder, and Billy found his interest piqued. It was sounding less like an animal by the minute, and a mounting sense of dread was instilling in him like a rock dug firmly into earth. He'd long suspected the gang was bringing in bounties less morally sound without his intervention, but this would be the first he'd ever seen it for himself. With a clenched jaw, Billy pushed aside a faded blue curtain, hoping his thoughts were incorrect.

The sight before him sent a shock to his very core, like a meteorite had struck and shelled a crater into his chest. A dam broke inside his heart, struck by a bolt of lightning. Shock pooled in his lungs, crawling up his chest and wrapping around his throat, choking him of air.

Tied, bound and gagged, shoved in the corner like a dusty relic of time, was you.

You were light in his arms. Too light. Gold stained the front of your dress from a gash in your arm, all dried. He'd whipped the bandana from around his neck and tied it to the spot in a hasty attempt to staunch the wound.

He was grateful for automatic doors in that moment, for it meant he didn't have to put you down. Since leaving the Seven Rivers' ship, you'd been weakly pawing at him, mumbling things he couldn't discern from one another. All he could do was murmur, "'s okay. I've gotcha."

It hadn't been easy to convince Jesse to let him take you. But through a slew of cool assurances and promises falling from his tongue like silk, he had managed.

It would be more work for the crew if they had to take care of you, and if they did it poorly, the quality of your blood would diminish. No, Billy would handle the sales, the maintenance, the dirty work. And he would bring the earnings back to the gang just as he'd done with other bounties.

At least, that was what he told Jesse.

Hurriedly, Billy rushed down the halls of his ship, bootsteps echoing as he found the way to his bed, the only one onboard. For all his newer luxury, he'd never had the need for another. Very carefully, as if he were holding something that would melt under his touch, he set you down, positioning your head on one of the pillows.

You whimpered pitifully, reaching out for him, and he slid one of his hands into your grasp, unable to resist. "Shh, 's okay. I'm gonna help you. You're gonna be okay." With the state you were in, he wasn't sure if he was telling the truth about the last part.

It was clear the gang had been draining blood, the golden evidence staining your clothes. Besides that, there were scratches marring your soft skin. Billy was enraged by the sight, the gall of the men he'd toiled alongside for countless hours unbelievable. He could imagine them seeing you all bright and sweet in the marketplace, luring you away like the other man had when he'd first found you. Worth a fortune or not, you were a living creature, a precious one. Whoever had it in them so hurt you surely had a heart black and hard as coal.

When he tried to stand up and fetch supplies necessary for your healing, you shook your head, holding firm to his hand, a little cry wrenching from your throat. "Please...don't go..." The sound of your pleading instilled an ache that settled deep into his bones, rendering him helpless to anything but your wishes.

Billy passed his thumb over your knuckles, watching as tears with a golden sheen slipped from your eyes and trailed rivers down your cheeks. Reaching his other hand out, he brushed the crystally pearls away, swearing they left bright spots on his skin. "'m not goin' anywhere," he promised, holding your gaze. "You're safe here."

The look in your eyes was hazy, and he realized you'd lost more blood than he'd thought. Smoothing a hand over your head, Billy exhaled once, pursing his lips. "'S okay...'s okay. Give me a minute, I'm just gonna grab a few things."

"Don't go, Billy," you begged, weakly squeezing his hand. Oh, his heart ached at the sight, the tone in your voice. He stood before the sound of his name on your lips could disarm him again, logic overpowering anything else. If he ever wanted to hear it again, he needed to act fast.

Getting to his feet, he rushed into the next room, grasping whatever he could get his hands on. Bandages, water, medical tape...he gathered it all up and brought it back to your side, where you had begun to cry again.

Billy ignored the pang in his chest, sliding an arm under your body as he sat down and pulling you to sit up against his chest. When you winced, he rubbed your arm, clumsily trying to unwind the gauze. "I know...I know, sweet girl. It's gonna feel better soon, just let me..." he trailed off, finally peeling an acceptable length off and using his teeth to tear it, holding you steady with one arm against his chest.

Pulling the bandana from your arm, he managed to hold one end of the gauze and begin to wrap it around the wound, trying not to let his mind go at the sight of your blood. He'd have to find you something else to wear since your dress was ruined, maybe track down where your other possessions had ended up.

Seeing you in pain, so weakened like this was like leaking poison into his veins. He'd wanted so desperately to see you again...but not like this. No, not this feeble, despondent version of you, with teary eyes and a dimming glow. He wanted you happy, the brightest thing in the universe again.

You sniffled, resting your head on his shoulder and breathing softly. He was glad at least that you weren't hyperventilating. Billy lifted a hand, stroking your hair before he could stop himself. He reprimanded himself inside as he felt how smooth your hair was, the gold in it sifting between his fingers. She isn't your girl. She's hurting right now.

Sitting up a little straighter, Billy used his arm around your shoulders to tuck a strand behind your ear. "I'm gonna get you somethin' else to wear, okay?"

Taking in a shaky breath, you looked up at him with doe eyes, the irises of them glowing in a somber way. Billy searched the plains of them, seeing a thousand unspoken words staring back at him. Your grip on his arm tightened, and he bit the side of his cheek.

Bobbing his chin just once, he reached a hand up to the buttons of his shirt, tugging at each one and unwinding the suspenders from his shoulders, only briefly letting go of you to slide his arm from the left sleeve of his shirt. The second he had it off, you were latched to his side again, cheek pressed to his pec. You were warm, nearly feverish, and he risked another caress to your side.

Billy took in a breath, fingering the edge of your dress. It was pretty still, even covered in your blood. He murmured, "Can I take this off?"

A little nod from you had him pulling the straps gently down your shoulders, averting his eyes when your torso was exposed. He felt a tug on his arm, and then he looked back at you, catching a glimpse of the delicate flower-embroidered garment covering your chest. Though you were not human, your features seemed to be exactly the same.

You searched his eyes, seeming crestfallen. "Am I...bad to look at?"

Billy's heart ached, and he realized what you were referring to. "No...no, not at all. Just want you to have privacy if you want it."

"Oh." You straightened a little at that, shimmying the skirt of your dress down your legs. Billy bunched it up, tossing it to the chair by his bed. He was relieved to see there wasn't too much blood on your skin. Freckles decorated your torso in interesting patterns, but he didn't examine them closer. Instead, he draped his shirt over your shoulders, helping you work your arms through the sleeves.

Even now, beaten down and bloody, you were a sight for the sorest of eyes. He'd truly never seen anything more beautiful than that of you in his shirt, in his bed, braids in your hair coming unraveled and intermingling with the other strands. Before his thoughts went any further, he silenced them. You'd just been through the unimaginable and here he was, no better than any other man.

Billy moved to stand up, but your eyes widened, hand twining around his wrist. "Where are you going?"

"I'll sleep somewhere else tonight," he said, reaching for your hand to remove it. "Give you your space-"

"No!" you blurted out, shrinking back afterward as if surprised by it. "I'm sorry. I just...can't you stay with me? Please?"

He wanted to protest, to say you'd been through too much and him being around wouldn't help. But your eyes were pleading, and he remembered that you hadn't let go of him for more than a few minutes since he'd retrieved you from the bounty room.

"You're sure?" he checked, searching your eyes that still seemed to glow. "I don't wanna overstep."

"Please stay," you repeated, clinging to his arm. "Please."

Billy gave in at that. Who was he to deny the most magnetic woman in all of time and space? He shifted in, comfortably settling next to you and lifting his arm so you could lean on his chest. It all felt ridiculously domestic, despite the circumstances. But you needed comfort. He knew that by the way you clung to him, the way you nuzzled against his chest. Billy's heart fluttered, and he tried to stifle it by lying down, bringing you with him.

Breathing soft and steady, you murmured, "You saved me."

He stayed quiet. The way you'd uttered those three words implied that he was a hero, when it was his own gang who'd taken you. He wasn't a rescuer, a storybook idol. Billy was merely a lone soul in the midst of men, trying to atone for what they had done to the daughter of the heavens.

Your hand found his heart, and you pressed it there, seeming fascinated by the steady beat of it against his chest. Every word you spoke was hazy, and he worried you were exerting yourself too much. "You did save me. You're different from the others..." you trailed off into silence, and he felt your body slump against him.

His chin lowered instantly, making sure you were breathing. Billy wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep a wink, not when you were this weak, when you'd lost so much of your golden life force.

Or maybe it was because the girl he'd dreamt of for weeks was now pressed right against his chest, holding on tight to him like he was the only thing worth having.

Billy was bleeding. He'd hastily wrapped the wound at his side, a lousy job, but it would do the trick for now. The swarm of winged creatures that had attacked him were hot on his heels now, and he needed to get out of here.

He smashed the button that shut the door to the ship, tossing his hat to the side and setting the saddlebag containing his prize to the side as gently as he could. The diamond inside had been a risky take, worse in danger than anything else he'd retrieved before. But the price was high, and it would keep him from having to go on treacherous hunting sprees for at least another month.

This had been the nature of most of the bounties he collected in the past few weeks- high-risk but benevolent in reward. In order to pay the Seven Rivers every week, he wasn't about to actually take your blood. No, they didn't need to know where the money came from, only that it was enough.

You were still frail from the sum of the blood they had taken from you, body recovering slowly, regenerating whatever you had lost. He was steadily nursing you back to health, but it was a long process. Star people didn't heal as quickly as humans did, he'd discovered.

The distinctive glow he'd known of you before was steadily coming back. When he woke up every day, he noticed it burning brighter than the night before, and it was a small relief amidst his worry for you. Still, you insisted he sleep beside you every night, partially for your comfort and partially because you didn't want to inconvenience him. "I feel bad enough that you have to take care of me," you'd said, guiltily playing with the buttons of the shirt of his you wore. He swapped it out every day with a fresh one, wishing all the while he could get his hands on the clothes you usually wore.

Billy had shaken his head at your ashamed expression, reaching for your hand and squeezing it. "Don't say that. 'S no big deal."

"I was dying, Billy," you insisted, looking up earnestly into his eyes. "You didn't have to take me from them. But you did."

"I couldn't let them do anything more to you," he'd whispered, looking away. "It ain't right. 'Specially not...not to you."

That made you fall silent, and you just watched him for a minute. He basked in the warmth of your gaze, still avoiding your eyes. It didn't feel right for him to be the object of any admiration.

You were out of the woods, feet planted firmly in the land of the living. Now he only had to keep you there.

In between jobs, he tended to you, kept you fed, made sure you were comfortable. You'd tried to help around, clean a little while he was out, but he discouraged it. He didn't need you exhausting yourself when you were still getting better.

The loss of blood left you with terrible symptoms; fevers that woke you in the night and had you clinging to his arm, bouts of weakness that sent him deeper into an ocean of worry. He pressed cool cloths to your forehead and ushered you back to bed, every time hoping that the next time this happened it wouldn't be as bad.

Despite every onslaught of pain, every fever, you remained light, the wonders of living still cupped in your hands for you to indulge in. You smiled at him so sweetly it spun his head, held tight to his body every night. It made him feel as though he was in a dream. You in all your divinity, despite the horrible things that had happened, were glowing from the inside out and tracing the small beauties of the universe, never finding fault with any of it.

He found himself enamored with you for it. Your celestial essence manifested in the way you carried yourself, in every small love you found. Billy would try and bring back pretty things for you every time he left, reveling in your delight. You didn't leave the ship often, purely for your safety. He was worried another of Seven Rivers would see you, notice that he wasn't doing what he'd said he would.

Instead, he brought the world to you, through little flowers picked from the crooks between pavement, shiny stones glistening from the water of the river. And you loved each one, thanking him profusely and throwing your arms around his neck.

Sometimes, he would fly past certain spots in the galaxy just so you could see something beautiful. It wasn't an unusual sight for you to be positioned by the enormous window near the cockpit, bundled in his oversized shirt, hair tied up, staring through the pane of glass with pure joy lighting your face. He showed you supernovas, colors that created an aurora of beauty. Seeing the stars, he supposed he was showing you your family.

Sometimes he'd put the ship in autopilot and just wander over to your side, kneel beside you and let you point out whatever you saw to him. You knew the name of every star, every phenomenon. Sometimes the way you spoke went over his head, but he reveled in it anyways. The sound of your voice was music, and he'd hear it play forever and ever.

One night as he was flying, trying to get to the latest buyer's destination in good time, you'd wandered up to him, rubbing your eyes blearily. "Are you coming to bed?"

He'd half smiled, giving you a fond look. "I'll be along soon."

You nodded, biting your cheek and taking a step back. "How soon?"

Billy looked up at you, abandoning the ship's path. "You okay, sweet?" The pet name was slipping out more and more these days.

"I...I can't sleep without you," you mumbled, looking away and rocking back once on your heels. The hem of his shirt hit your mid thighs, and he couldn't help but find you so wonderfully adorable in that moment. Barefoot and wanting him to soothe you to sleep.

A smile twitched at the corners of his lips, and he held out a hand, beckoning as an idea lightened his mind. "Do you want to come here?"

"Where?" You stepped forward hesitantly.

He patted his thighs. "Here. If you want to. If not, I can land somewhere close 'n we can get to bed."

You seemed to consider for a moment, playing with your fingers, the sleeves of the shirt swallowing them. "I don't want to ruin your plan." Your hands dropped to your sides, and you moved to him, legs across his. Automatically, your head found a place on his shoulder, and he secured an arm around you, rubbing your arm.

Truthfully, Billy would have done the other thing in a heartbeat. You slept against him every night, but he would never dare to presume you'd be okay doing what you were doing. But he was glad. More than anything he was glad.

It was getting harder to ignore the feelings that pulled at his heart, that took his hand and put it into yours, begged him to tell you he felt something more. Billy couldn't bring himself to, not when you weren't at your best. The rush he felt whenever you touched him would have to wait, maybe forever. If you healed and went on your way to never see him again, he wouldn't hold you back. His debt to you would be paid in some, and he'd thank the higher powers that he got to know you. More than that, he'd consider his wishes from before to see you again granted.

To care for you and at least show you he cared was enough. At least you knew that.

Now as he was desperately pressing buttons, lifting the ship into orbit and trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his side, he tried to distract himself with the memory. He had wondered why the cave containing the diamond was such feared territory until he'd picked up the massive gem and a terrifying mass of creatures came flying at him, claws focusing in on his right ribcage.

Billy made it out of the atmosphere, the star dotted sky greeting the nose of the ship. In a frenzy, he punched in the coordinates of a further away planet, hoping he'd had enough of a head start. The creatures were unidentified, and so he wasn't sure if they would be able to follow him. It was better to be safe than sorry and pick a destination as far as possible.

When the ship engaged in hyperdrive, shooting to a boundary far from the clutches of diamond-guarding animals, only then did Billy sigh in relief. He put the ship on autopilot, trusting the machine to get him to the location in good time.

Billy stood, wincing at the sharp stab in his ribs. When he looked down, there was blood soaking through the fabric of the shirt. Not a good sign. He exhaled, trying to breath the pain away.

Soft footsteps pattered down the hallway, and then you appeared, eyes blown wide as moons as they took in his injured appearance. "Billy?"

He managed a half-smile. "I'm okay, sweet. Go back to bed-"

"What happened?" you gasped, rushing to him, hands finding his arms. You guided him to sit at the window seat he so often accompanied you by, fingers lightly probing at the gash.

Grunting lightly, he batted your hand away. "Just somethin' unexpected. 'S okay, I'm-"

"Stay here." You ignored his protests, standing and going to the drawers across the hallway. He shut his eyes to try and ease the sting under his hand, listening to you rifle around and pull things out.

He only opened his eyes once you were beside him again, soft fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Looking down, he saw that your nails had regained their golden luster, nearly the same as they had been the night he'd first met you.

You peeled the shirt from his body, unwrapping his makeshift bandage, and he nearly went blank at the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Every night he felt this sensation, and yet here it was different. Your touch was so gentle when he was hurt, delicately tracing the area around his laceration.

Taking a cloth, you began to mop at the area, wincing when he did. "I'm sorry."

"'s okay," he managed, gritting his teeth. "I can take care 'f this. You can go back to bed."

"Let me," you said quietly, looking up at him with an expression of care he wasn't sure he'd had directed at him before. Not in a long while. Resuming your cleaning of his wound, you murmured, "You've taken care of me for so long. Let me help you."

Billy couldn't find the words to respond then, something in him blooming like a secret garden once thought dead. Somehow, he'd stumbled upon it again, breaking down the walls and stepping through the opening. There was no denying it anymore.

"You should have just taken some of my blood," you said softly, dabbing salve around the afflicted area. "You shouldn't have to do such dangerous things just to keep me safe."

"I'm not doin' that," he got out, inhaling sharply as the medicine stung at his raw skin. "That ain't right. 's not... 's not worth it."

"But you're getting hurt." You put down the salve and capped it, picking up a long, skinny bandage. "I didn't realize...I didn't know the things you were finding were this risky."

"That's how I wanted it," Billy countered, and your lips parted just slightly. He half-smiled. "You're worth the trouble, sweet. Every bit of it."

Your eyes were soft as you wound the bandage around his torso, touch gentle when you leaned into him to reach around his back and bring the end of it back to his side. Every brush of your fingers lit his skin on fire, every moment you were in his presence was anointing. Intimacy was a luxury, one he hadn't been able to afford in recent years. And yet here he was finding it with you.

Billy could count every shiny freckle scattered across your cheeks like sun's breath. He could smell your hair, a drug he'd never sober from. You finished your work, rubbing your hands over his chest. "There. All better."

His lips were so close to yours, within reach. Billy could feel what had been written in the margins become a part of his story suddenly, a new edition he couldn't wait to thumb through. The way you looked at him, a roseate fire stealing into your eyes, he was almost sure you felt it too.

Bending his neck, he pressed his lips to yours, nose smushing your cheek. You were perfectly still, frozen, almost, and he pulled himself away, terrified he'd just ruined it. He shouldn't have assumed, should have asked before he did anything.

But you were smiling slightly, a pretty curiosity woven with pleasure. The gold flecks in your eyes seemed to sparkle as you whispered, "What was that?"

Oh, he was enchanted. A smile lifted his lips, and he found his hand clasping with yours, unsure when it had moved there. "A kiss."

"Kiss." You tried it out like he tried out a new gun. As you said it, your smile appeared again like dawn after dark. "Why does anyone kiss?"

"To show someone," he began, searching your eyes, hung on nervousness. "That you like 'em. In a special way."

"Love?" You were tilting your head, fingers winding around his like ivy.

Billy's heart nearly stopped. He nodded once. "Love."

He expected you to turn away. That he would hear your footsteps pad back to the bedroom, and the both of you would forget that anything ever happened. You would heal and bloom again like the flower you were, and he would carry your memory as an eternal flame, knowing he once kissed a star girl.

You lifted your chin, eyes framed by your lashes. "Will you show me how?"

It was mythical, the things he was feeling. Nobody could have prophesied what was happening now. It was rolling waves swirling over the sandy grains of the shore. It was lush forests coming to life after a drought, livened by water from the sky. It was him bringing a hand to your cheek, guiding your lips back to his and really kissing you now.

At first you were careful, letting his mouth move against yours. But then you reciprocated, sliding your arms around his neck and leaning into him, mindful of his wound between your bodies. Even then, you fit against him like a missing piece, a molded portion of himself that he hadn't known to miss until now. What had been sparking in the kindling of his heart was now a wildfire, and he let it burn hot and bright as he kissed you.

Everything good and precious and treasured about the universe was here between his arms, encapsulated in the body of a woman who glimmered in a way only her origins could explain. Billy parted for air, cracking open his lids just a sliver, to see how you reacted.

You were looking right back at him, glowing. There was your light again, that beautiful sheen that informed him of your joy. Ever so softly, you asked, "Does that mean you love me?"

Billy let his lips fall against your forehead, then the tip of your perfect nose. "I love you," he confirmed, meaning it with every fiber of his being.

At that, you melted into him, avoiding his bandaged side. His soul came alight, its anthem singing your name in a glorious harmony stitched into his essence. He couldn't help but press another kiss to your gold streaked hair as you murmured again.

"I love you."

The planet was achingly beautiful, littered with wildflowers of all colors and shapes, greener than a summer's day. Billy was leaning against a tree, legs spread with you between them. The shirt of his that you were wearing was unbuttoned, exposing your pretty undergarments, the two suns in the azure sky gracing your golden-glowing skin.

He was rubbing his fingers up and down your side as you twirled the stem of a flower, peace enveloping the two of you in its warm embrace. You would turn every now and then to press a kiss to his chest, making him smile each time. Ever since he'd taught you kisses, it seemed that was all you wanted to do. And he didn't mind it one bit.

"You're an angel," he whispered, thumb rubbing over your tummy.

"What's that?" you asked absentmindedly, turning to look at him.

Billy kissed your head. "It's...somethin' too good for anyone. You're an angel. My angel."

You smiled to yourself, turning back around and looking up at the sky, where the stars were beginning to appear as the suns set. Billy drew a heart on your side with the pad of his finger, a question springing into his head. "Do you know which stars you came from?"

"Mhm!" You were excited by the question, turning in his arms and moving back just a little, pulling aside the left fold of the shirt. There, over your ribs, was a little collection of gold freckles. Touching the spot, you said, "This constellation. It's my family. My most direct family, anyways."

Billy moved forward, and you watched him lean on his elbows, so his eyes were level with your stomach. Reaching out a finger, he traced the miniscule dots, marveling that you had your ancestry tattooed there, a birthmark of the highest order.

You looked up at the sky, gesturing there. "They're there now."

Indeed, when Billy lifted his eyes, he saw the stars arranged in the exact shape, its carbon copy on your skin. His heart felt as though it would overflow. He lowered himself again, pressing a kiss to your ribs, right over the constellation. "Angel."

Pulling him up, you leaned into his chest, nuzzling your head over his heart. Billy laid on his back, big hand smoothing your hair. You were artfully dousing him in a love that had previously only existed on the tongues of dreamers, now taking form in his arms.

You were more than the blood in your veins that pursuers of wealth lusted after. You were the one thing in the universe that made him whole again.

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Sparks Fly

Ghost!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

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700 words

You rub the pinched spot in your lower back, waiting for the wheat pack in your microwave to finish heating up as you stare at the half-packed boxes and all the little bits and pieces that still need to be wrapped and boxed up.

“I can help.”

His voice makes you jump, still not used to one outside your head interrupting your space. You turn and watch him over your shoulder, arms crossed and biceps squished under his tight striped polo.

“Go on then.”

His eyes flicker towards you, wavering in his unfounded confidence before he walks to your desk. His hand stretches out, veins that seem to become clearer every day moving under skin that could easily pass for sun-kissed and animated, if anyone else could see him. It flexes for a moment above a ceramic teapot, hesitating before he makes a grabbing motion that passes right through it.

You click the side of your cheek, “Close one,” and move back to the kitchen when you hear the beep of the microwave, missing the way Steve’s shoulders deflate. You can feel his presence behind you as you press the heat into your lower back, sighing with relief.

“So uh, why is it you’re leaving again? This place really…fits you.”

You turn around, watching him take in all the tweaks of personality around your kitchen with a shoulder to the doorframe.

“Some of the coven is parting ways, and I sided with Rhi and her vampire lover. I can’t stay here with a good conscience, besides,” you shrug as you place a kettle over the stove, “it’s just stuff. It can all come with me.”

Steve hums, and you turn back towards him.

“What did that noise mean?”

“Nothin’” he shrugs, “Just I was wondering,” his hazel eyes burrow into your soul, making you squirm under his gaze, “can I come with you?” He shifts at the ill-hidden shock on your face.

“You want to come with me? Shouldn’t you be,” you waved your hand in the air, “moving to the next place? I thought you talked to Rhi?”

“I did. She told me to stop freaking you out and let the light consume me or something.”

“So?”

“I don’t want to. I wanna stay with you.”

You frown, “Oh.”

“Unless you don’t want me to,” he clears his throat. “I guess I could…go.”

You shake your head, “No, I mean–if you want to stay, you can. It’s your…afterlife.”

“And go with you?”

“If it’s what you want?”

“What do you want?”

You take a deep breath, your chest puffing before exhaling slowly. “I’ve almost gotten used to your…” warmth, “commentary.” He smirks and your eyes drift to the permanent shadow of fuzz that frames his pink lips. You wonder if he regrets not shaving on the day of his death.

“So, I’m coming with you?” You shrug in a non-committal yes, and his face morphs into a frown, “How do I do that?”

You roll your eyes, moving to grab a mug out of the cupboard as the water begins to boil. “Figure it out, ghost boy.” You can feel his smile without needing to see it, a tingle spreading down your spine in its wake every time.

***

The familiar warmth was the first thing you’d noticed when you’d walked into your new apartment, following a trail through to the living room until you came across his ethereal form, more real than ever, leaning against the wall. Arms and feet casually crossed with that smug smile plastered on his face.

“Found ya.”

It was closer to the city, your new place. An easier route to the nightlife and music scene but entirely lacking in the coating of magic that had been left over the hundreds of years you’d spent in the house situated in the coven’s community. It was a blank canvas, but you’d sprinkle some of that cosmic energy into the space in no time.

You groan as your back clicks, stretching out another day of moving pains and surveying your progress. You’d gotten the kitchen and essentials unpacked in one day, just books, records, frames and crystals left.

“Alright, I’m ordering takeout for dinner.” It was weird. No longer just talking to yourself. Feeling another presence in your space.

His hand reaches out in reflex, motioning to squeeze your arm, and you feel a hot point of contact, flinching at the zap that travels through your arm. Steve frowns, staring at where his hand had touched you, then looks back up at you, mirroring your look of shock.

“What the hell was that?”

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Oooooh I’m thinking about Cannibal Overlord Readers relationship with Vox in the AU

I think their relationship is far more aggressive than in the normal version. The disputes are more public, Vox definitely insults the reader publicly and tries to embarrass her, and whenever they’re forced to be in the same room and not allowed to fistfight, they’re hella passive aggressive with each other, throwing insults that can be argued as just “astute observations”.

Also just in general, what do the other Overlords think of the reader? I’m just thinking of Valentino trying to get Reader to become one of his workers and Alastor about to kill the moth himself lmao

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What do Overlords think of you? Cannibal Overlord! Reader x Alastor [cannibal chef! Reader Spin-Off]

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Vox

He honestly thinks you're the fakest bitch in existence, and the person asking is right. They're far more aggressive at each other than in cannibal chef. With power at play here and everything, having control over more souls than the other is their main competition.

Cannibal Overlord embodying gluttony while Vox being greed. So, they will never get along ever. This man will attack every possible thing about you, from your clothes, fashion, things you like and your restaurant. It pisses you off when he talks badly about your restaurants, that you painstakingly managed to perfection. Your cute little devils did their best at providing the best service they could possibly give with their cute tiny little brains. You sometimes berate them for their mistakes however, they do their best to fix their mistakes every time. So, you couldn't bare when someone else other than you to scold them. They're dummies but they're your cute dummies.

The one thing that always, always ticks you off is when Vox brings in Alastor to your fights. Vox being a television/media demon and Alastor being the Radio Demon, it was inevitable that they'd cross paths one day. So, within your power you'd shelter Alastor when their little fights get too out of hand. This action of yours being broadcasted over the city, quoting your love over your demon servant. You'd laugh at him however, telling him your love story is much healthier than his and his moth's.

Valentino

He loves your food and style, let's be very clear. He was introduced to your restaurant when Vox couldn't shut up about you and your cheap ass restaurant. So, out of curiosity, he and Velvette snuck out and booked a private table by pulling a few strings. You, after hearing that the two Overlords had taken the time to dine in your establishment, gave them the best service you could offer--which is you serving their meals in their private room. You could say this was your attempt of buying them over from Vox and be on their good side just to tick off the box head.

Valentino and Velvette absolutely loved the attention they received from you and your staff. A quartet playing any of their preferred music, your most recommended menu items, and an expensive brand of alcohol. They of course couldn't help but rate the restaurant in real time as they're being served as chronically online as they were that they couldn't shut their mouths if they wanted to. This reaches the ears of Vox who immediately called them for betraying him, which they of course ignored to avoid being kicked out for being in contact with him at the moment they were in your turf.

After the meal, Alastor joins you in seeing the Overlords off in their limousine. The radio demon fumes as the moth takes your hand and licks up your arm. Which you gave him a fake smile before taking off your apron, wiping your arm and slapping it at him fiercely creating a red mark on the side of his face which he only licks with a sadistic smile and hands you his business card, asking if you were interested in making a film with him. Without a word, you hand it to Alastor who burns it with a smile of his own and politely asks them to leave before he did something about his rudeness.

Velvette

After her visit to your restaurant, she handed you her business card telling you that she was interested in making clothes for you, and that she'd be happy to give them to you as a gift for giving her so much inspiration during her stay. She was impressed with your mannerisms and how confident your held yourself while you wore your chef uniform. So, she thought you deserved to have clothes as an Overlord that showed off their power in a position such as yourself to be designed by her.

You didn't have any reason to refuse so you accepted it, under the request of it being done at your office than at their building. So, she completed the design after getting your sizes taken, you also requested to have a suit done for Alastor too, which she complied to and said she'd give you a matching one with his. After giving them to you, she asked for a selfie with you and your new clothes on to post on her social media account.

You became very good friends after that, you even shit talked about the boys when you had the chance to meet up.

(note: the suit with Alastor was your gift to him for your anniversary)

Rosie

YOU WERE DEFINITE BESTIES WITH ROSIE. Girl boss, Cannibal, great sense of humor, and gossip girlies. What's there to think about?

The both of you loved to share stories about your day to day, and even the latest gossip within the rings and who hooked up with who. You shared information on souls to deal with, or those to stay away from for a while. While you two enjoyed each other's company, you loved inviting Alastor to your get-togethers. He definitely was a girl's girl. He even joins in your gossips and shit talking on Susan.

Rosie feels happy for you when you lean against Alastor when you're together and how you eventually fall asleep when the three of you are together. She feels happy for you in the sense that you didn't have a great life when you were alive, you were cheated on and was left behind by your family, so when you found happiness with them her heart couldn't help but feel full.

"You're quite the lucky charm, Al. She doesn't fall asleep so easily, y'know?"

"? What do you mean? She's always fallen asleep so quickly since I met her."

"Oh really? That's surprising. It's not my place, but since how much she trusts you.. She's quite the insomniac, always working, dealing souls. Y'know overlord stuff. There was never a day where I wouldn't see or hear about her even in the dead of night. So, you're quite special for her to just fall asleep on."

"I see... I'll take that as a compliment."

Camilla Carmine & Zestial

They share the same opinion about you. You were well respected by them, being able to raise the ranks in such a short time was quite a feat when they see a figure as frail as yourself carry the weight of being an Overlord. However, when they saw your power, you undoubtedly deserved that title of yours.

That's to say you were also one of the overlords that were the easiest to talk to during and out of meetings. So, they're quite acquainted with you. They also don't mind your relationship with Alastor, since they also witnessed his prowess behind you.

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That Radio Show

Summary: In the absence of the radio demon listeners of hell find a new broadcast to enjoy.

Chapter three

Chapter one: The New Voice On the Air

Every child dreams to be famous when they grow up, you were no different. When you were younger you wanted nothing more than to have your voice heard from all corners of the globe, to be heard on every radio station, to have your voice ring in the ears of millions of people. You took countless vocal lessons as a kid to prepare you for audition after audition, however very little came from it. Until in high school, you landed a job with your local radio station and fell in love with the art form. You worked almost full time despite school work piling up, the high of being live on air was worth barely passing a class or two. You did school work while music played on air when you weren’t speaking, it was the best job in the world in your book and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Eventually you took over the station after you graduated, working from 5:30am to 6:00 in the afternoon on most days, but night shifts always had the best callers and the warmest ambiance. You pored your heart and soul into your work until you died in a freak hunting accident in 2017.

When you arrived in hell you had dear like qualities, “I guess getting shot like game turned you into game in the after life” you thought looking at your new doe like features. Being new to hell was such an uncomfortable feeling, however you tried to get yourself in your feet as soon as possible. You spent about half a year working in a tailor shop getting yourself a house and a phone. Once you got enough money you finally got yourself an office and radio equipment to start broadcasting within the month. To advertise the radio station you made a hellstagram account just simply named “That Radio Show”. Your bio stated “That Radio Show will be making its debut on station 66.62 fm on the air in 2 weeks time at 5:30am on XX,XX, 2017! Be sure to tune in and maybe give us a call while on the air to chat at (666)-xxx-xxxx or send us mail to read on the air at xxxxx PO Box. Can’t wait to be on the air!”. You made posts advertising your debut, and asking your followers about ideas what to name your new radio show, and of course song suggestions. To your surprise your account went viral and got millions of followers in just a few days, your dms and comments filled with suggestions and surprisingly sweet comments with very little backlash. So when you debuted at 5:30am you had thousands of listeners tune in. Just as 5:30am graced hells residents, a sweet piano piece started to echo through the streets of hell. You lowered the volume just slightly hoping it would give just enough ambiance to your broadcast before speaking.

“Good morning residents of hell.” you said cautious of the volume of your voice.

“It is currently 5:30am in Pentagram City and for many it is time to start the day. As some of you may know this is the debut broadcast of That Radio Show!” You said excitedly.

“So please be sure to check out That Radio Show on hellstagram to send in song suggestions. As this is my first day on the air I hope my dear listeners can treat me with some grace” you hummed.

“Well, I’ll let those of you who got woken up by me go back to sleep and those waking up in peace for a bit, here is “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire” by The Ink Spots”.

You then muted yourself before fading the piano music and changing it to the song. You let out a breath you didn’t know you held and smiled into your microphone. You spent about two hours introducing the next song in the broadcast order before you got your first call.

“That was “Let’s Do It” by Ella Fitzgerald. Such a sweet song this early in the morning don’t you think? Well-“ you were caught off guard by the phone ringing.

“It seems we have our first caller,” you answered the phone.

“Hello dear you’re on the air!”

“Oh darling!” a southern voice called through the phone.

“Your voice is just velvet to the ears of all of us in Cannibale Town, we are loving you down here darling! Keep up the tunes and let that voice shine.”

“Aw thank you dear,” you cooed into the microphone, “Such high praises on debut day, but nonetheless it is well appreciated.” Listeners could hear the smile in your voice and boy did it pull heart strings.

“Well of course darling, can’t let a beautiful voice go un-complemented, you have a good day now.” The lady said into the phone. “You too, Miss.” You exhaled, chuckling a bit, a smile evident in your tone.

“How sweet that was, ha, well it is currently 8:00am in Pentagram City and the weather is perfect for a morning walk. I hope you can take that opportunity and start your morning off right. This is “Je Te Leaisserai Des Mots” by Patrick Watson, hope you enjoy.” Once you muted yourself you practically squealed in joy with the blatant success of the radio show. Your hellstagram was full of comments praising your voice and pick if songs. The overwhelming support uncommon in hell was shocking and such a surprise, a welcome one though. You got a few more calls throughout the day, only one of them being rude and chastising radio for being an out of date media and flirting with you brazenly on the air.

“Oh that’s no way to speak to a lady, let alone live on air,” you cooed feigning innocence. You sent a devastatingly loud electroshock through the line and your callers line went dead as he fell to the floor.

“Oh dear it seems he hung up,” you chuckled “well- no matter, just remember dear listeners don’t be brazen and you won’t get shocked,” you said with edge in your voice. “Well, this is “Viola Sonata: 1. Largo” composed by Andrei Volkonsky.” You said giving out a light satisfying sigh. As the song closed your voice again rang in the heads of your listeners, “Well doesn’t that piece just tear at your terrible heart strings, such an erre sounding piece. How about something a bit lighter, this is “Bella Belle” by the Electric Swing Circus, hopefully a good dance will shake off any lingering weariness and tension, tune in and dance along, here’s Bella Belle”.

The rest of your day was rather uneventful.

“Well dear listeners, it is 6pm and my time on air is sadly up, don’t worry though. If you stay tuned into this station you’ll still hear music that I lined up to play until I get back tomorrow at 5:30am. Have a lovely evening sinners, I hope you all can tune in tomorrow.” You finally muted yourself for the last time today and leaded back into your chair sighing satisfied. You missed this feeling when you died. Well, no longer would you miss this feeling, you thought as you grab your things and left your office. Just as you locked up the owner of the building spawned behind you.

“SHIT-“ you yelled jumping and dropping your things.

“Such a jumpy thing you are,” the man teased to your annoyance. “You made a rise out of hell today toots, all the old souls have been craving a new voice to cling to after that old shit up and disappeared.” This man was just trying to get a rise out of you at this point but you indulged him, wouldn’t want to get kicked out of your office, he owned the building after all.

“Cut to the chase, what do you want,” you said shortly electricity dripping off your tongue.

“Oh I thought deer were jumpy and scarred things, never thought one would bite back so violently.” He said, voice full of tease and annoyance.

“Unless you are here to tell me about the this “old shit” of a senior I apparently have I would like to leave,” you said pushed through him going down the stair well.

“No need to be a bitch toots,” he called after you. You let it go for now, a little insults in exchange for a bit of information was a fair trade in your opinion.

After fixing yourself a meal you looked up your supposed senior, from what you could tell that “old shit” the building owner was talking about was the Radio Demon. He disappeared this year, a terrifying demon just up and left the public eye. From what you found online he was an overlord and a powerful one at that. He used is radio show is display his power, so this is what you were needed to live up to. Odd.

Chapter two: In the Eyes of the Public

With the radio demon’s disappearance there is less competition, you thought, though that’s a big role to fill for the public. No matter, you thought, you’ll learn to manage, he’ll be back soon… probably….

Everyday your influence on hell’s population grew, listening to your opinions and snide comments, hells older population absolutely fell in love with you. The younger population wasn’t to fond of radio as you were but, to each their own, as long as they keep their complaints between each other and not on your broadcast. As the months past the public grew fonder of you in the radio demons absence, you worry for his return but as months turn into years you worried less and less about him coming after you.

Well into your first year broadcasting you made a slip up that you somehow ended up in your favor.

“Good evening my dear listeners, it is currently 3:30pm in Pentagram City and this lovely winter has graced our dear city and lulled us into a somber mood. I can’t deny that I am not feeling it too so todays music is definitely in the feels today, here is “I’ll Never Smile Again” by Tommy Dorsey” you lowered a dial and muted yourself before sitting back and singing along to the music. Little did you know you turned down the songs volume and muted the piano you had playing in the background, not yourself. So as you listened to the light music and sang along to the sad tune all of hell could hear your voice. Many of your regular listeners simply enjoyed the show while newer listeners decided to record the song and it spread like wildfire, to your embarrassment.

You tried gloss over your mistake however hell seemed to love this little mishap and blew it way out of proportion. Soon enough your dear listeners began calling you “the princess of radio”. As much as you didn’t like the name at first, terrified for when the radio demon came back, it stuck and there was nothing you could do about it.

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House is a music genre characterized by a repetitive four-on-the-floor beat and a typical tempo of 120 beats per minute as a re-emergence of 1970's disco. It was created by DJs and music producers from Chicago's underground club culture and evolved slowly in the early/mid 1980s, and as DJs began altering disco songs to give them a more mechanical beat. By early 1988, House became mainstream and supplanted the typical 80s music beat

House was created and pioneered by DJs and producers in Chicago such as Frankie Knuckles, Ron Hardy, Jesse Saunders, Chip E., Joe Smooth, Steve "Silk" Hurley, Farley "Jackmaster" Funk, Marshall Jefferson, Phuture, and others. House music initially expanded internationally, to London, then to other American cities, such as New York City, and ultimately a worldwide phenomenon.

In its most typical form, the genre is characterized by repetitive 4/4rhythms including bass drums, off-beat hi-hats, snare drums, claps, and/or snaps at a tempo of between 120 and 130 beats per minute (bpm); synthesizerriffs; deep basslines; and often, but not necessarily, sung, spoken or sampled vocals. In house, the bass drum is usually sounded on beats one, two, three, and four, and the snare drum, claps, or other higher-pitched percussion on beats two and four. The drum beats in house music are almost always provided by an electronic drum machine, often a Roland TR-808, TR-909, or a TR-707. Claps, shakers, snare drum, or hi-hat sounds are used to add syncopation. One of the signature rhythm riffs, especially in early Chicago house, is built on the clave pattern. Congas and bongos may be added for an African sound, or metallic percussion for a Latin feel

One book from 2009 states the name "house music" originated from a Chicago club called the Warehouse that was open from 1977 to 1982. Clubbers to the Warehouse were primarily African, gay men, who came to dance to music played by the club's resident DJ, Frankie Knuckles, who fans refer to as the "godfather of house". Frankie began the trend of splicing together different records when he found that the records he had were not long enough to satisfy his audience of dancers. After the Warehouse closed in 1983, eventually the crowds went to Knuckles' new club, The Power House, later to be called The Power Plant, and the club was renamed, yet again, into Music Box with Ron Hardy as the resident DJ. The 1986 documentary, "House Music in Chicago", by filmmaker, Phil Ranstrom, captured opening night at The Power House, and stands as the only film or video to capture a young Frankie Knuckles in this early era, right after his departure from The Warehouse. 

In the Channel 4 documentary Pump Up the Volume, Knuckles remarks that the first time he heard the term "house music" was upon seeing "we play house music" on a sign in the window of a bar on Chicago's South Side. One of the people in the car joked, "you know that's the kind of music you play down at the Warehouse!" In self-published statements, South-Side Chicago DJ Leonard "Remix" Rroy claimed he put such a sign in a tavern window because it was where he played music that one might find in one's home; in his case, it referred to his mother's soul and disco records, which he worked into his sets