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Chris Hemsworth as Billy Lee Bad Times at the El Royale (2018)

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Chris Hemsworth as Billy Lee in Bad Times at the El Royale, 2018

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He IS my little man🙂‍↕️

bad times at the el royale (2018) dir. by drew goddard

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Against the Tide  - Part I

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: unwanted touching, power imbalance, abusive undertones, more to be added as the series progresses.

Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion and Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale (biker au)

A/N: I have taken a dive into newer territory and it’s such a thrilling experience. It’s a first I’m writing for James Conrad so please be gentle. I do dedicate this piece to one of my babies, @michelleleewise​ 💙 Belated Happy Birthday, dear. Also a belated happy birthday to @coldnique​!!

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

Against the Tide Masterlist

You turn your head to face the back of the bar when you hear the commotion coming from the kitchen, the din of Melody’s angry voice mixing in with the clack of the pool balls from the other side of the bar and the music playing from the speakers. Luis, the new hire, must have messed up another customer’s order, probably burning the burger patties like he did last night. 

You feel your phone buzz from your back pocket and pull off the simple black apron tied around your waist. Turning off your alarm, you peek from the kitchen window and tap your hand against the metal surface, a chuckle leaving your lips as you see Melody’s fuming face. 

“What?!” She snarls and you only roll your eyes playfully at her rage.

“I’m taking my break.” You tell her, holding out your hand after. “Cigs.” 

She pulls a pack from the back of her pocket and slaps it on your hand, giving her a playful wave with your fingers before looking at Luis and laughing at the way he frowns when Melody goes back to scolding him. 

The summer night breeze is a welcome sensation when you step out of the bar and walk over to the side of the building where the cars and motorcycles of the patrons are parked. Tapping the pack against your palm you take the nicotine stick that slides free and tuck it between your lips. 

Shaking the lighter, you flick your thumb against the small metal gear, watching the flame come to life and lighting the tip of the cigarette. You take a long drag, watching the embers eat at the roll of tobacco before huffing the smoke up into the air. A small sigh leaves your lips as you can’t help but contemplate what your life has become while watching the smoke form clouds around the full moon that shines in contrast to the dark sky. 

All your life you’ve only been in Westmoor, never once venturing away from the small town, even if it’s just to visit the next one over. You once had plans of leaving the place you call home when you were a teenager, to abandon the miserable and abusive life you’ve come to know since you were born—your alcoholic father seeing you as a burden and your mother too afraid to fight back once he cracks his hand against your cheek. 

You were free once your mother died from illness, running away from home and finding solace at Ol’ Sammy’s place. The old man treated you like you were his own, his wife, Eleanor, showering you with the love and affection you’ve never known. They’d even ward off your deadbeat father when he would storm up to their porch, demanding money you owed him for raising you. 

You felt like you had a family in their presence but even so, your desire to leave just drew stronger. For there was truly nothing but hardship in this town. Yet no matter how hard you tried, saving every penny you can from years of working at Nick’s, leaving just seemed impossible. 

Especially now with the gang of bikers that have seemingly taken over just about a year ago. Coming into town and claiming it as their own, with every resident scared for their lives as they shamelessly flaunt their power. They made it their job to make their presence known, terrorizing businesses and taking money for protection that isn’t needed. For no one comes to Westmoor to cause havoc, the only visitors being passersby and hunters during the fall. 

The roar of a motorcycle pulls you from your thoughts and you stand rigid against the wall when you see the gang parking their bikes in front of you. You feel a chill run up your spine at their sudden appearance. It’s Wednesday and you know they’re not supposed to be here, Nick telling everyone at the bar when they’re scheduled to collect.

“Hey there, sugar,” Billy calls as soon as their engines die, the burly man getting off his bike and casually striding over to where you stand. 

You do your best to keep your guard up, you know better than to face them alone. Rolling your eyes at Billy’s greeting, you drop your cigarette to the ground and stomp your foot on it to kill the embers before walking away. But a yelp of surprise leaves your lips when your pulled back, the air punching out of your lungs when your back hits the wall, eyes growing wide as Billy presses his hand against the concrete surface, trapping you. 

“Leaving so soon?” He teases, the hair sitting over his lip moving in waves as he juts out his lips. “We just got here.” 

“I’m done my break.” You say in annoyance, pressing your fists against his chest, trying to push him away. “Melody will be furious if I’m late.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you taking a couple more minutes if she knew you were with me.” His breath already reeks of alcohol, making your stomach turn as he leans closer to your face.

“That’s enough, Billy.” 

Your spine tingles in fear when you hear James’ voice, Billy giving you another smirk, turning your head away when his fingers rub against your cheek when he pulls away from the wall.

Out of all the bikers, James is the one people fear the most. His calm demeanor is nothing but a front to his hidden rage. You’ve witnessed first hand when Richard, one of the bar patrons, beat him in a game of pool, the man never coming back to Nick’s after he was bedridden for almost a month. 

He’s stopped drinking, his wife, Ingrid, said when you went over to their place to drop off a pie Eleanor made. But the brace around his neck and the bruises you saw decorating his face when Ingrid opened the door a little too wide said otherwise.

“You got a light?” James asks as he stands in front of you. You reach into your pocket and hold out the lighter, keeping your expression stoic when he cups your hand with both his, flicking the flame to life before lighting his nicotine stick. 

You pull your hand back when he finishes, tucking the lighter back in your pocket and standing still as he takes a drag and huffs out the smoke, his blue eyes never leaving you. 

“What are you doing out here all alone, dove?” He asks, his gaze lingering down your body before he meets your eyes again. 

“I was on break.” You respond in a monotone voice. “Was just about to head back.”

“Is Nick in?”

“He called out. Said his wife is sick.” 

“Is that so?” He chuckles, taking another puff of the cigarette, cringing when he blows the smoke at your chest. “I guess we came here for nothing, boys. Unless you can make it worth my while?” He asks and you quickly slip away when he leans in closer, your heart pounding hard against your chest when he grabs you all of a sudden. “And who gave you permission to leave?” You shiver at his tone, hushed yet menacing.

“I have to go back to work.” You reason, wincing as he tightens his hold on your wrist when you try to pull away. “You guys come in and have a drink, so your trip isn’t wasted.” You say in a rush, your voice shaking as you speak. “On the house, as much as you want. I’m sure Nick won’t mind.” 

“C’mon, boss.” Billy interjects, his voice sounding like an excited little kid about to get a ice cream from the shop. “I also want to challenge Mikey to a game of pool.” 

A grunt echoes at the side and you see James’ right hand man, Michael, standing and watching you impassively at the side. His tattoo-covered arms are crossed over his chest, his finger leisurely rubbing the base of the gun that hangs on his holster as if waiting for the opportunity to use it.

“Very well.” James groans and drops the half finished cigarette on the ground, releasing your hand all the same. “But you’ll be the one to serve us. No one else. Understood?” He demands. 

You nod and quickly scurry away from him, your annoyance instantly flaring when Billy slaps his hand against your ass when you pass him. 

The stuffy atmosphere is a welcome distraction as you walk back into the building. Melody stands behind the bar, the anger from earlier replaced with a smile. But as soon as she sees you, her lips slant and you know that she knows something isn’t right. 

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

“Conrad and his minions are here.” You quickly tell Melody as you make your way at the back of the bar, the smile on her face quickly fading at your announcement. 

“What are they doing here?” She whispers, turning her back when the boys enter the bar, helping you grab their drinks from the fridge. 

“They’re looking for Nick.”

“Did you tell them he isn’t here?” 

“I did but they won’t leave me alone.” You bite back, popping the caps of the bottles before setting them atop a round tray. “I told them they can have drinks, on the house.”

“What?! Are you stupid? Nick will be—”

“He’ll be happy that we kept them happy. You know how Conrad is.” You hiss, taking the tray. “And the last thing we need is for him to burn down the bar.”

“Fine.” She says in defeat. “I’ll try to call Nick, maybe he can make them go away.” 

You don’t say anything. You already know as well as she and the whole town of Westmoor that it’s impossible to get rid of James and his men. 

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Bad Times at the El Royale. Billy Lee.

Luke and Chris. Bros.

On the set of The Huntsman's Winter Tale.

Comic Con July 2024

Extraction 2

Bucharest, Romania. Ed Sheeran concert 8/2024

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reputation (stranger things version) let’s go

…Ready For It? - jancy. the whole “i’ve known i wanted you since we first met” kinda vibe really fits them i think. “some boys are trying too hard, he don’t try at all though. younger than my ex’s but he acts like such a man” sorry steve. “knew i was a robber first time that he saw me. stealing hearts and running off” nancy is really the only character we see *multiple* people crushing on. steve and jonathan, of course, but also dustin, fred, arguably robin.

End Game - steddie. “you and me, we got big reputations” king steve and the freak, two sides of some big reputations. “i got some big enemies” being hated by the school and town and the literal upside down. “in rumors, i’m knee deep” “i’ve made mistakes…but something was born on the forth of july” steve’s huge character arch we see in season 3, over the summer.

I Did Something Bad - nancy. shes realms the only one i can see for this one. the confidence and bad-ass of it really only fits her

Don’t Blame Me - steve. why? because i said so. i fully believe he loves VERY deeply. why? because. i said so.

Delicate - steddie, from eddie’s pov. “my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me” literal manhunt for him and steve’s making googoo eyes at him. “dark jeans and your nikes” is so steve coded. “i know that it’s delicate” not only is eddie wanted for murder, but also, steve’s reputation would be very delicate; even been friends with eddie could make him a target

Look What You Made Me Do: el. “the role you made me play of the fool” and being used in vecna’s plan. “i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time” “i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me” her trust has ben broken so many times and shes had to fight tooth and nail for the trust in her now “the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh, because she’s dead” paralleled to el coming back at the end of season 2 completely changed

So It Goes… - jancy, from nancy’s pov. “we breakdown a little, but when you get me alone, it’s so simple” “you know i’m not a bad girl but, i’ll do bad things with you”

Gorgeous: ronance, from nancy’s pov. “i got a boyfriend, he’s older than us.” “you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.” and “i’m furious at you for making me feel this way” with how nancy didn’t like her at first. “ocean blue eyes, looking in mine” tldr; nancy’s gay awakening is robin

Getaway Car: jancy. “i wanted to leave him. i needed a reason” and “he poisoned the well, i was lying to myself” about steve. “we were flying but we never got far” and “think about the place where you first met me” with the relationship starting to crumble. “we were jet set bonnie and clyde until i switched to the other side” i like to imagine this as her going to robin but that’s just me.

King Of My Heart: steddieeeeee. okay listen. i love when fics make references to king steve and steve likes the name. i adore royal imagery with them. “we rule the kingdom inside my room” “king of my heart, body and soul” i LOVEEE eddie calling him king steve again, but as like, “you’re the king of my heart” “you’re love is a secret im hoping, dreaming to keep”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: byler. “i loved you in secret…how were you to know?” “deep blue but you painted me golden” when blue meets yellow in the west. “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” i think mike might be starting to realize his feelings for will while he’s gone, loving him even though he’s scared the distance will hurt them. “dancing like it was the first time”

Dress: ronance. why? idk it just fits. nancy and robin get close, become friends and nancy realizes her feelings for her. i can also see elmax if you remove the sexual elements of the song.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: steve to tommy and carol. “it was so nice throwing big parties” “it was so nice being friends again…but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand” tommy leaving him for billy. i just need to see steve lose his shit, honestly.

Call It What You Want: steddie. idk what you want from me, its so steve talking about eddie before they’re official. “my castle crumbled over night…they took the crown but it’s alright” losing “king” title. “nobody’s heard from me in months” falling down the social rankings and living a more “quiet” life (ie no parties and such) “my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene” both eddie looking down on social hierarchy and also eddie perched on his chair during campaigns, being literally above the whole scene. “all the jokers dressing up as kings” billy taking his role. “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” steve maybe talking to eddie about how he can “pay him back” for saving his life or something cute like that.

New Year’s Day: stobin. this song has always kinda been platonic to me. but it’s so them. the devotion of always being there, no matter what or why. “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i would recognize anywhere” I MEANNNNN

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To think that it's almost a year ago I wrote this.. Damn.

The Dancer

A/N: A little Billy Lee POV thing for my lovelies, because you know how much he loves you. 🥀 Prompted by the song The Dancer by PJ Harvey Summary: Billy Lee supporting his girls. 🥀 Warnings: Language. Word Count: 400. Masterlist Tags in the reblog. Let me know if this tickled your fancy and if you want to be added or removed from the list. 🥀

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'Cause I've prayed days, I've prayed nights For the lord just to send me home some sign I've looked long, I've looked far To bring peace to my black and empty heart

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I’ve fucked up my world and others’ along with it with my consistent yearning and masked self-deprication. I know, it’s a hassle, but I do it because I love you, you know? It’s my display of devotion. It’s an addiction. In hindsight and also sometimes at the time of unfolding, I realize the sinister destruction and damage I cause. What can I say? It’s all I know how, and I’ve come to love it.

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These girls, these sweet little girls. I crave them. I crave their innocence and to take it as my own to destroy. To see the light dim in their eyes and then ignite a new fire in them. Let them see how the world can be different. How we can… construct something new, something wild, something much more vivid than there was, than we ever thought we could have.

Imagine it, sweetheart, try to imagine it, my love. The possibilities. The impossiblities, that we, together, can achieve.

All this hurt and hardship you’ve been through – it’s truly beautiful. I don’t know if it’s worth it, that’s up to you, but it did lead you to me, so let’s see what we can achieve from it.

Take my hand darling, let’s dance to the flames. Feel their warmth lick your velvety skin, feel the energy embrace your gentle being.

It’s the time for truth, so let it all out. Let me see what you’re hiding, what you’re all about.

My sweet child, this new world has so much to offer and so do you. Don’t be afraid, my love, be wild! Follow your desire. Please, don’t hold back. For the love of your inner god, don’t hold back. You are a goddess manifest! Embrace the source we’ve nurtured forth within you. Shine and be brave.

Ah, what is this now? Are you hesitant? You want to impress me? Baby girl, I live to see you unfold. I live to see you set your beast free. Follow your desire. Break free. Break. Break for me. Snap – burn – release.

Can you do that for me, baby? Sweet, innocent child of mine? Can you let it all go and just roam free? Do you need me to nudge you? Push you to the edge? Come, take my hand, my love. We’re almost there. You’re so close. You’re so close to oblivion. So close to… extinction. Let this old life go, let your new life roam free.

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Hmmm, Furiosa was not what I expected. It's a very different film from Mad Max: Fury Road, and part of me wants to have a knee-jerk reaction "It's different so it's bad". And that's not the case, but nonetheless it is very different.

On the positives, I'm very impressed by the way they packed in so much of Furiosa's whole life. I expected a prologue of her as a kid, and then flash-cut to her as an adult. I didn't think we'd see her as a kid for years, then more years as a teen, and then still more years as an adult. You could feel the time passing, and it really seemed like she was "growing up" over time even though it was only two actresses.

I also liked the entire vibe with Praetorian Jack. He looked like a throwback to Max from the earlier films, but wasn't just a copy stand-in to say "We can't SAY he's Max but he's totally Max". The relationship between Jack and Furiosa isn't quite romantic, but it's absolutely filled with the tragedy of potential of What Could Have Been.

I do think it was a mistake to introduce an entire new wasteland warlord as Furiosa's personal nemesis. Dementus is certainly a fascinating character and Chris Hemsworth plays him very well (I'm reminded of his role as the cult leader Billy Lee in Bad Times at the El Royale) but it completely undercuts Furiosa's plotline in Fury Road. I'm not going to say that Immortan Joe "isn't that bad" in this film or anything like that (He's still running a death cult populated by sex slaves), but he doesn't do anything bad to Furiosa. He takes her from Dementus and is going to turn her into a sex slave, but she escapes after a few days and then...that's it. There's no reference to him executing any of the other Wives as punishment for her escape, or scenes of him pulling in and torturing bystanders for information. By all indications he doesn't even search for her. She's still stuck in his horrible oppressive society at the Citadel, but it's a very generic oppression. So her powerful and absolutely venomous remark "Remember me?!?!" before killing him in Fury Road makes no sense because what is there to remember? In fact, they actually have her use the same line on Dementus in this film, and here she's calling back to how Dementus killed her mother and held her prisoner for years and literally drank her blood. Compared to him, Joe was....okay I still can't say "not that bad" but he didn't do anything to Furiosa specifically.

Furiosa also didn't do anything particularly bad in service to Joe for which she needs to find redemption. She drives the War Rig and fights raiders, but in this film that seems to just be self-defense instead of offense. She doesn't lead raids on neighboring societies, or capture escaping slaves, or put down a revolt of his oppressed subjects, or anything else. Yes, the very fact that she supports Joe's reign at all is bad, but again it's a very generic badness.

Also, and this is purely a personal gripe, but I found it ridiculous and immersion-breaking that Furiosa had long hair throughout the middle of the movie. Once she cut her hair in order to escape from Rictus she should have kept it short, because she's masquerading as a boy in the Citadel and they all have short hair. It completely breaks her disguise, and she's not shown doing any rituals or particular styling with it that could say "She's honoring the traditions of her people" as a justification. If they just wanted to show Anya Taylor-Joy with long hair they could have had the character decide to grow it out after teaming up with Jack and making concrete plans to return to the Green Place. That could have made sense. But to say that she's just always kept her hair past shoulder-length while hiding out from a woman-enslaving sex cult for 10 years is just...odd.

It's very much not a bad movie, and I'm planning to buy it on Blu-ray once it's available, but it's not the MASTERPIECE that Fury Road was.

[lewmagoo]

Leah! Imagine dancing with Miles Miller before the events of Bad Times and then hearing that same song after Bad Times.

i only have eyes for you.

you stood amidst rubble and ash. the ruin of the place you had once worked. you couldn't believe that this place had once stood so big and imposing, a landmark between two states. now, it was nothing. burned to the ground by a fire that had consumed it from the inside out. and along with it, your heart and soul had been taken by those flames.

you were standing by the place where the front desk would have been, and your eyes caught sight of something in the rubble. with a trembling hand, you reached down, brushing the ash aside and retrieving what was left of the bell that had sat upon the desk. holding the bell to your chest, you let out a soft cry. you'd lost everything to these flames. your livelihood. your possessions. but most of all, you'd lost the man you loved.

you'd watched him die, right before your very eyes. you'd held his trembling hand in yours and sobbed over him as he slipped away. he'd begged the old preacher, albeit the con man that he was, to absolve him of his sins. he so desperately needed to know he could be forgiven. needed to know he would cross through those pearly gates without fear of being cast into the fiery pits of hell.

he believed so deeply that he was unforgivable. that he was evil. no matter how many times you told him he wasn't. he refused to believe you, insisting that you had no idea of the magnitude of the wickedness he'd committed. but you did know, and you loved him all the same. you did not judge the person he'd been in the war. it was a brutal, senseless war, and it had forced even the best of men to commit acts they never even dreamed of committing.

but every time he got in his head about his past, you were there to soothe him. even though you knew it never took the hurt or trauma away, not truly, it did ease his pain a little. when you held him in your arms and told him how much you loved him, he almost felt okay. you would spend hours with your arms around him, swaying around the lobby of the el royale, his face buried in the crook of your neck. your favorite song would play over the victrola. i only have eyes for you.

its dreamy notes would relax you both, and lull you into a sense of security. but that safety was false, and you both knew it. nothing was safe in this place. the only place you both found safety was in each other. so you clung to one another, protecting the others from the horrors of the world around you. that was, until the horrors caught up with you. until your haven was invaded, violated, destroyed. you would never forget watching your love stumble into the room, his beautiful face bloodied and marred from the buckshot that had hit him.

they hadn't let you tend to him. no matter how much you cried and begged. "please, he's hurt! let me take care of him!" you exclaimed. the woman with the dark hair and bangs had told you to shut up. and then, all hell broke loose. you were plunged into a sick game of life and death. miles was trying to bargain for your life. begging billy lee to turn the gun on him, and not you. "i deserve it. i've sinned! i deserve to die!" he wailed. "stop!" you pleaded. "miles, stop!" and then he locked eyes with you. "i can't let you die. you're the only good thing in my life."

billy lee had laughed at that. "ain't that sweet?" he cooed, creeping into your space, fingers stroking your jawline. that gesture had miles jerking against his bind, shouting at him to get his hands off you. "prince charming over here is willing to sacrifice himself for you." but billy would get his comeuppance soon enough. it wasn't long before miles allowed himself to slip into the man he was during the war. he was driven by his need to protect you, to save the only one he'd ever truly loved.

and he succeeded. soon, the room was silent, save for the soft sobs of rose, the girl billy had manipulated for his own personal gain. and miles, your sweet, precious miles, with that bleeding, empathetic heart, had approached her, trying to offer comfort as she wept. but her anger an grief drove her, and she stood, trembling as she turned to face him. you saw the knife before he did, glinting in the orange glow. "no!" you shrieked, but it was too late. you caught him as he fell, just as father flynn stopped rose from going any further with a bullet.

all that was left was you, kneeling on the floor, holding your darling boy in your arms, wailing with an agony you had never known. "f-forgive me father, for i have sinned!" he whimpered. and father flynn gave him what he was searching for. only then did miles finally let go, and you were left holding his body as his life force slipped from him. they tried to pull you away as you sobbed, holding him tighter still, refusing to leave him. but the place was going up in flames around you, and it was either leave, or be consumed along with it.

you refused to leave him there alone. "we have to bring him out! he needs a proper burial! i can't just leave him!" you wept. flynn looked at darlene, the only other survivor of this fateful night, and she sadly nodded. together, the three of you carried his body out into the stormy night. you cried, and cried, and cried, until you had no more tears left to cry. your heart was broken beyond repair. miles was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

a few days later, you found yourself back at the place where it happened. the front desk, where miles always stood, ready to greet guests as they came in. the lobby, where you danced the night away with your lover. it was all gone. all that was left was that little bell that you held clutched to your chest. you closed your eyes, and you could almost hear the beginning notes of i only have eyes for you. there, you began to sway back and forth, humming softly. "my love must be a kind of blind love. i can't see anyone but you..." and if only for that fleeting moment, you pretended you were back in that hotel lobby, swaying with your lover, safe in each other's arms.

[syntheticavenger]

I've been thinking about the movie Bad Times At The El Royale a lot lately. Specifically Billy Lee and I read your fic and loved it. Reading Billy Lee fanfic will be the closest thing I get to joining a cult.

Anyways can't wait to read your other fics!

I want to finish it so bad! But it would be pretty dark 👀.

You inspired me to write another chapter!

[beheworthy]

@giftober 2024 | Day 10: Cheering

Billy Lee makes two girls of his cult fight each other for a chance to sleep with him.

Bad Times at the El Royale (2018)

[holylulusworld]

Waht's for kinktober today? Love ya Lulu.

Hi. Today we are getting AU Thor. He looks like this in my story (like Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale)

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An Angel

Miles Miller x reader

a/n: yo so, my friend and I watch “Bad times at the el royale” together and it was really good! I love the movie! Anyway I was disappointed to see there isn’t really anything written for Miles under his hashtags. But some of the newer post have like 90- 300 likes so I don’t think the hashtag is dead. I really wanted to read something for him but quickly ran out of fics. So I decided to write what I would want to read for his character. It’s been bugging me all day so I’m finally writing it! Enjoy! 💕

No smut on this but if anyone wanted a part 2 that is just smut I can do that.

minors DNI

TW: blood, cult shenanigans, violence, Miles poor tortured soul, this is as dark as the movie, 1960’s shitty culture, oh and also cursing

When Y/N first pulled up to The El Royale, she never expected to be in this situation.

Sure when she first got here she felt uneasy, but it was the only hotel for 10 miles and she was getting to sleepy to be behind the wheel.

But instead of sleeping in her California room, she was walking to the main lobby with a gun held to her skull.

A hippie and man and woman had broke open her door and held a gun to her chest. She really had no choice to follow them.

At first she thought this was a robbery, she wasn’t gonna risk her life for her purse so she followed along where they were yelling for her to go. But as she walked into the lobby and saw a gambling table with the other guests and the front desk clerk tied to chairs while a man with an open shirt taunted them, she knew it was more than that.

The man turned around with a wicked grin. “Howdy,” he turned back to his hostages “look here we found us a new player!” He smiled. “Boots why don’t you tie her up and she can sit where Emily was hmm.” He shouted to the California side of the room.

A teenage girl that couldn’t have been more than 15, wearing red boots, came out from behind the jukebox and pulled a chair over.

Y/N was shoved in the detection of the table and to the open chair. As she hung her head low, in fear of meeting the mans gaze, she gasped in horror when she saw Emily’s dead body.

Emily barley introduced herself to Y/N, when she had laughed at the “Fuck You” on the Ledger.

“Sit” the man behind her said as she reached the chair.

Y/N complied and felt ropes wrap around her waist and hands.

“Oh, how rude of me!” The leader, she assumes, speaks again. “I haven’t introduced myself yet. Terrible edict I know.” He smiled as he leaned down to Y/N’s level. “I’m Billy Lee. I’m assuming you must the the Miss. Y/L/N right?”

“Yes sir.” She replied shortly, fighting back tears. She had never been this frighten in her life.

Y/N heard a whimper next to her, she snapped her head to the side, looking at the other guest.

The clerk’s, Miles, face was bleed and one side, with what appears to be tiny bullet holes. He had a cloth tied to around his mouth to keep him from talking but his sobs were very audible.

The women, Darlene, was missing her wig and Father Flynn had a cut on the top of his head, not nearly as bad as Miles though.

Billy Lee snapped his head “Kid if you don’t stop I’m gonna make you play again.” Miles immediately shut up and glanced at Y/N.

Billy Lee turned back to Y/N before a wide grin grew across his face. “So Y/N, tell me” He leaned closer “why are you here? How are you mixed up in this?”

“I’m not mixed up in anything! I don’t know what going on.” Y/N practically sobbed. She had never seen a dead person before but now she’s sitting right next to one.

Billy Lee didn’t seem to believe her. “You really think that theirs nothing suspicious about you being all friendly with Emily.” He narrowed his eyes. “Did you help Emily try to steal what’s mine?”

“what?” Y/N asked unsure of what he meant.

“Did you help Emily take Boots from me?” He asked getting angrier as his grip on his gun got tighter.

“No. No I didn’t” Y/N cried.

Billy Lee cocked his gun and held it to her face. “ I don’t believe you”

Y/N started shaking in her chair and she sobbed. “ I didn’t! I didn’t! Please! I didn’t! I just met Emily! I didn’t do anything!” She screamed as she cried leaning away from the gun.

She already felt dead. She felt like there was no other option. She was a deadman.

She begged for her life for 30 more seconds before Billy Lee smirked and turned his head to Miles.

“Well, Captain pervert? Did she seem to know Emily? Did you see her talking to her through the mirrors?” He asked.

Miles violently shakes his head no.

Father Flynn spoke up. “She wasn’t involved with the money either. She’s just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Is that true?” Billy Lee asked with a fake pout.

“yes! Yes! It’s true!” Y/N sobbed.

Billy Lee lowered the gun and smile at her before punching her right across the face.

“ Tell the truth!” He roared in her face making her cry more.

She could feel the blood dripping down her nose and lips. She tried but she couldn’t get the words out. She sobbed until he punched her again, knocking her out cold.

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When she woke up she was laying on the ground still tied to her chair.

She looked around as her vision came back to her. She saw fire and broken glass. The table had been flipped and gunshots were going off.

She squeezed her eyes closed trying to think of something happy but nothing came to mind.

All of a sudden there was the screaming of the teenage girl, and more gunshots.

Y/N felt hands on her and opened her eyes dreading the worst but was met will the eyes of Father Flynn.

He cut the ropes around her wrist and waist and moved on to help Darlene.

Miles walked back to the group with the rifle in his hand. As he walked towards the little girl.

She watched as his face changed from stone to immediate regret. He put his hands on her shoulders and repeated how sorry he was.

Father Flynn, who she was beginning to think wasn’t really a priest, grabbed the gun and followed behind him quietly.

The little girl turned around and tried to shove a knife in Miles stomach but Father Flynn shot her before she could pierce his skin.

Darlene shouted for them to get out as the building was starting to come down.

Miles grabbed Y/No’s arm and pulled her with him through the door and out to the parking lot.

Y/N was dragged through the parking lot into a car. Father Flynn and Darlene took the front seat while Miles shoved her into the back with him. He helped her click on her seatbelt and quickly did his with shaky hands.

As Flynn sped away from the hotel, everyone kept their eyes ahead of them, afraid of what they had just witnessed.

[giurochedadomani]

I know I should kinda focus in finishing the stories I have in the works for mungrove week but something something a bad times at el royale au? 

El royale used to be an extremely well known hotel, popular amongst the wealthy, up until it lost its gambling license, and it has slowly become a ruin of what it used to be, lost all its past splendors. In this story, a bunch of people unexpectedly ask for a room for the same night, each one with a very dark secret.  

I'm picturing Eddie being a very low profile guitarist. He hasn't gotten his big break, and barely makes ends meet. Perhaps he self sabotages a little, and doesn't really know how to 'sell' his songs. He compliments the very little money he does while playing moving some drugs around for some trafficker. 

And Billy and Max, maybe? [Whatever happened in Cherry Lane], Billy and Max stole from Neil and fucked off as quickly and as far away as they could. Maybe this whole story is situated in a little village very close to the Californian border. Maybe Billy's helping Max get to her family. 

Neil will show up in the hotel that night, of course, and probably he'll end up dead. 

The director and sole employer of el royale is official creepy weirdo Henry Creel. Maybe there's a mix between s2 and s4 and Eleven has run away from home and is with Henry, maybe she still buys that she can trust in him. And of course another one of the persons who ask for a room is """vacuum cleaner salesman""" Hopper.

[vixxi]

Sleep - Cult leader!Thor x Reader

(I'm starting to like Billy Lee from Bad times at the El Royale)

You are living in a cult where the leader is your husband Thor Odinson, people from the cult were nice to you when Thor made a rule that only him can touch you.

Thor is sadistic and charismatic to everyone, but he can be sweet, kind and gentle to you, sometimes he can be sarcastic. Everyday when you wake up first so you can see Thor's cute face when he is sleeping.

Thor talked about childrens who will once when they grow up be his successors of leading the cult, but you told him that they need to have a normal life.

From the wedding night, you and Thor tried to have a baby, but nothing new happened, you even told him not to smoke or drink alcohol before sex, that can be a problem of not having childrens.

But after some months of trying, you got pregnant, you were happy to told Thor when he came back from talking to his people and new members.

Hours went by and Thor came, you smiled at him as he walked closer to you "Hey my sweet prey~" he purred as he get to the bed with you, he hugged you as he layed on the bed and closed his eyes.

You giggled and kissed his nose "I got some good news love" he hummed sleepily "Can it wait? I am tired from welcoming new members..." he mumbled.

"No it can't!" you stroked his stubbled cheek as he leaned into your touch "I'm finally pregnant" you whispered to his ear, minutes passed and Thor slowly smiled.

"After I get some sleep, we must inform our members" you giggled and kissed his forehead "I love you so fucking much my sweet prey..." you giggled and snuggled to him "I love you too my handsome and sarcastic hubby"