#bad times at the el royale imagine

[rebelliousstories]

Holiday Fics

Ficmas Year One: 2022

Characters: Corey Cunningham, Lestat de Lioncourt, Louie Pointe du Lac, Elvis Presley, Austin Butler, Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko, Miles Miller, Rhett Abbott

Ficmas Year Two: 2023

Characters: Bernard the Elf, David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko, Louie Pointe du Lac, Lestat de Lioncourt, Selina Kyle, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jack Twist, Corey Cunningham, Donnie Darko, Rhett Abbott, David Loki, Miles Miller, Austin Butler, Athos

Ficmas Year Three: 2024

Characters:

[nobody7102]

Oh my bestie of besties, I think the breeding kink hours have come calling again (lol).

Take your pic but all I'm thinking about is either Miles Miller or Ben Mears being a little shit and sticking their cold hands on wifey's bump (mind you, Benny or Sean is weeks away from being born so there's a little less room than normal) and then laughing as the baby kicks and wifey's like "C'mon! You do this all the fucking time!!" (lol).

The baby fever is back with a vengeance Bella!! A VENGEANCE I TELL YOU!!!! (lol).

BRUHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE!

I know both of them are doing it too when Wifey’s laying down and can’t escape it. “I will kick your ass” she laughed “do you know what it’s like for your kid to jump on my spleen when you do that? It hurts” she chuckled.

Then they spend the rest of the time apologizing and trying to get the baby to calm down(other than Ben, bc we all know he’s a little shit and he’s gonna do it again)

[xmalereader]

— Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd —

Coming soon…

— — Miles Miller — —

• Miles Miller x Vampire! Male Reader

Summary: Miles works at the hotel El Royale after the war in Vietnam. He’s finding a way to cope through the trauma so what better way then to bury yourself in work? Let alone in a hotel full of vampires and with him being the only human.

[hederasgarden]

You Can Check Out Any Time You Like | Drabble 4

Summary: Even after a hunt, Miles still needs you.

Pairing: Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader

W/C: 780

Rating: Explicit 18+ only. Biting, blood and the general creepiness that comes with vampires plus PIV sex and angst.

A/N: The photo from Salem's Lot has resurfaced and once again I am back on my vampire!Miles BS. He means well and doesn’t want to hurt you but he can’t quite keep his urges in check when you smell so sweet… Thanks to @wildbornsiren for the beta work.

Story Masterlist ♡ El Royale Masterlist ♡ Masterlist

Miles knows he should resist you, especially since he just fed but it’s hard when he finds you reading in the rundown library, that oversized sweater you favor slipping down the curve of your shoulder. Even from across the room he can see the steady thrum of your carotid artery beneath your skin and smell your sweet scent. His desire for you only grows when you look up and smile brightly at him. You carefully mark your place in the book before coming to greet him.

“Miles, you’re back!” You exclaim, light and effortless.

You’re not weighted down by all the darkness he brings, by the world he’s brought you into. You're good and pure, the only sunlight he’ll ever see. 

Something must shift in his expression because your brows raise and lashes flutter before you tilt your head to the side. It’s an invitation, one he’ll never be able to resist even though he knows he should. You make a soft sound when his teeth rip into your neck and your hands grasp at his shoulders to hold yourself steady while he feeds. Your body is so warm and pliant, welcoming him in. One of his hands tangles with the hem of your skirt and he yanks it up. Without a word your thighs part and his fingers skate over the warmest, most secret part of you. 

“Please,” you moan, already in the throes of his venom's effect on you. 

Miles groans and fumbles with his pants, eager to steal more of your heat and sweeten the blood he drinks by bringing you to orgasm. You don’t resist him, you never do. Just sigh and gasp when he splits you open. Nails dig into the nape of his neck and you arch your back, chest pressing into his. Miles hitches one leg up and then the other using his unnatural strength to hold you until you’re impaled on him, pinned between his rapidly warming body and the wall. You’re no longer quiet, nor is he, as he eats messily from your throat. His hips swell and retreat, building up to mutual pleasure.

The coppery edges of your blood smoothes into something sweeter, subtler as your orgasm approaches. Miles can feel his own building, the hazy red desire for your blood receding so the more basic physical pleasure can come to the forefront. He pulls back to watch your face contort and see the beautiful muscles of your neck strain in ecstasy. In his stillness, you come alive’ fucking yourself on his cock, just as wild and unrestrained as he can be. Blood pulses from the wound on your neck, taking a lazy path down to your collarbone, and Miles bends to catch it with his tongue before it can soak into your sweater. 

When you finally peak your whole face twits in a mask of pleasure and pain, head knocking into the wall while your hips keep moving, trying to pull him deeper. Miles growls, taking over. Roughly, he grasps the back of your neck and pulls your head to the side to expose unblemished skin. When he begins to drink, you come again and he follows, holding you against the wall until he hears your heartbeat slow and your breath come in wispy inhales.

He’s careful to pull back gently and help you stand on your own two feet. You sway in his grasp but smile up at him, fingertips touching his cheek. He sweeps you into his arms and you make a satisfied little hum, burrowing into his chest sleepily. You’d fall asleep like this if he let you but Miles hates seeing you covered in blood, the evidence of his own lack of self-control. 

Bathing you is a small penance for his crimes, but it’s one Miles insists on. He sets you on the edge of the tub and runs the water. You like it hot enough to scald and turn his pale skin red, so he waits until steam rises from the water before stopping up the tub. Then he dumps in the bath salts, the floral, woodsy scent of lavender tickling his nose. Your shoulders droop when the smell reaches you. He helps you undress and sink into the tub, washing you reverently. By the time he finishes, you’re asleep in his arms, skin damp and clean.

Miles kisses your head, ready to leave you in peace until you draw him down to lay beside you and curl your fingers in his sweater. You’re asleep within minutes. Miles stares at the ceiling, feeling content and guilty. If there's hell he certainly belongs there but for now he’s content with the glimpse of heaven you provide. 

♡

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[lewinblue]

Miles Miller Masterpost

Smut - 🔥 || Angst - 💣 || Fluff - ☁️

Smut

N/A

Imagines

N/A

Drabbles

N/A

Asks and Thoughts

N/A

Moodboards 🏞️

[delopsia]

so we’ve all agreed that Miles is a beautiful shy boy who just wants be to taken care of. I’ve always imagined a world where he gets “rescued” (aka a wonderful person helps him see his worth and he runs away from the bad people back to the lovely little house his love owns) and because the world’s best house husband. he’s happy to cook and clean (big acts of service guy) and his love is thrilled that Miles is in therapy and trying things that interest him (he’s a phenomenal gardener and he loves to volunteer at the local library during storytime. because kids aren’t for him but he’s amazing at doing different voices and making all the little ones giggle.) instead of slowly withering away at that nasty hotel. I don’t really know what my question is here…. actually. Miles surprising his love with a nice home cooked meal for Valentine’s Day but he’s only wearing a frilly little apron and a plug with a heart on the end. that was he can eat them out, get fucked, and still have dinner be warm.

I've never wanted to rescue a character from a plot so much in my life. He's just a little guy! :( He didn't deserve all of that.

Miles would make such a wonderful little house husband 💕 cleaning, in general, is one of those things he's learned to master back at the El Royale, starting as one of the many housekeepers right before they started losing more employees than they hired.

Suddenly he was being pulled into the kitchen to help out, then he was put up at the front desk when the last clerk quit, and all of a sudden, he was the only employee there. He's a jack of all trades when it comes to the house, and it's so much easier than working at the hotel. Dinner? Cleaning the shower? Making the bed? He's got it, don't you worry about it.

But, omg, the gardening! He's got a little bit of everything going on out there, strawberries, lettuce, carrots (those aren't going particularly well, but he's..trying), okra, pumpkins. There are some marigolds, sunflowers, and other flowers scattered in there, too.

It's all surrounded by an adorable white picket fence that he installed because the neighbor's kid kept plucking his daffodils. He didn't wanna get the little guy in trouble, but God, he hates when folks mess with his flowers. Indoors, he's got a little corner dedicated to the plants he's rescued from folks who couldn't take care of them.

The way that Miles is so torn between wearing that little Valentine's apron, getting fucked, and cooking that he winds up trying to do all three at once 😌to be fair, he was clothed when the food went in the oven, but it was just taking so long. How could he not get up to a little trouble during that downtime?

You just so happened to walk in the door when he was tying the apron around his waist and got so nervous that he had to be coaxed out from hiding behind the kitchen island. Hands clasped behind his back, trying to hide that tiny little glittering heart on the end of his plug. He's not entirely certain why he's so nervous because none of this is new, but it still takes him some time to draw his heated face out of his palms.

Of course, the counter is right there. It would be a shame if you didn't bend him over the side of it and fuck him on your strap; gotta keep an eye on the timer, right? Those cute little knees of his keep knocking into the cupboard doors, chest flat against the cool countertop, struggling to peek at you from over his shoulder.

That initial shyness melts from him like ice cream in the summer sun, leaning back into the thrust of your hips, so vocal that you worry the neighbors across the street may hear him. He's barely quit shaking from his orgasm when he falls to his knees, a little too insistent that you take this dumb strap off so that he can eat you proper. Winds up between your thighs while you sit in the kitchen chair, stroking his hair.

Dinner is slightly burnt because that damn timer went off right as you started getting close, and Miles was too stubborn to let either of you move 🎀 he makes up for it pretty quickly, though, luring you into the shower with a little grin on his face.

It takes him until nightfall to realize that you got him a new plant for Valentine's Day, a little rescued orchid who hasn't shown her colors yet, still recovering from grocery store neglect. The plants who need a little love and care are Miles's favorite 🌷 they're just like him

Send Miles, Rhett & Bob thoughts!

[scheodingers-muppet]

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

[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.

[nobody7102]

OH MY GOD.

I’m picturing a “Older band that makes it comeback” AU. Orr Daisy Jones inspired AU👀👀👀👀 that could go for literally any of his characters.

Miles would after leaving the El Royal.

Calvin was testing a sound wave experiment and picked up drumming as a hobby and formed a band.

Rhett absolutely would take up something after he can’t ride bulls anymore for medical reasons(his poor shoulder) so he takes his time and put it into drumming

Bobby was a Band Kid and him and his collage buddies formed a band.

Harrison just would bc he’s Harrison.

I’ll be living here for the rest of my days.

[rebelliousstories]

Lewis Pullman & Co.

Miles Miller

Sunshine and Blood

Everything goes from good, to bad, to worse, to good again?

Reminder:

Make sure to double check your lunch for a surprise.

Bad Times With Good People

Eight little criminals straying far from heaven; One found a secret and then there were seven.

Fireplace (Ficmas 2022)

California and Nevada. How does one celebrate the holidays in the desert?

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Personal Heaven

When the Dagger Team gets leave and their families get a chance to come visit, everyone gets to see Bob’s slice of personal heaven.

Ode To Thee

It was a hot day in California, and the Dagger Team have met up for their monthly game of dogfight football. As everyone takes their shirts off, Bob lets the team in on a little secret.

Young Love and Old Money Series

Growing up, they lived right down the road from each other. He was a farm boy, and she was the daughter of old money.

[nobody7102]

Bella, I was just struck with a Miles Miller thought that I desperately gotta share (lol).

Imagine you and Miles have a little place in the hills where there's a big stretch of meadow complete with the pond just beyond the garden gate. Sometimes you'll see Miles and tiny little Benny down by the pond feeding the stale bread to the ducks who frequent the place. You've got a pretty good sized flower and vegetable garden going which practically explodes with growth during the summertime.

You and Miles often find yourselves dancing in the rain whenever there's a sunshower, sometimes just the two of you and other times with little Benny in your arms which are always around each other. Sometimes Otis will go down to the lake and catch fresh lake trout which Miles loads up with lemon and the blackening spices before throwing it on the little red charcoal grill on the back porch.

Sometimes you'll go out early in the mornings to pick fresh blackberries, strawberries, raspberries and blueberries and you'll come back with your little wicker handbasket full of them. You even get apples all summer and all through fall and half the time your husband and son have been known to eat their weight in them (although that award goes to Benny more than anybody else).

The pantry always has mason jars full of herbs and spices from the garden, the most common being mint. You even keep a medicine book full of the plants and spices you use. Miles swears that your homemade mint tea can flush out the common cold, bronchitis, sinusitus and the flu like nobody's business.

Your knitting basket is almost always full of the soft rolls of yarn that you use to make Benny's little sweaters, his socks, mittens and soft, cuddly little toys for him. You've got a little case that has spools of thread and different sized needles for when you make quilts and for when you have to fix Miles's shirts (especially if they've lost a button or two from when you both were having sex). You've even made alot of your dresses and even little dolls and stuffed animals as your family continues to grow over the years. Sometimes you'll find more uses for your crochet hooks than you initially thought.

But on the chilliest nights are when your family's best memories are made. You and Miles will cover up with one of the handmade quilts with little Benny between you two, snuggling by the fire as he holds his little stuffed puppy under his chubby little arms, the three of you falling fast asleep in each other's arms as the fire crackles away, warming the whole house.

AWWWW MARY

babes work was so bad, I needed this

[wildbornsiren]

A to Z Song Challenge Master List.

A laid back song challenge put out by @princessmisery666 and quickly jumped upon by a few of us. Much like kinktober, this will not have tag lists, and if it’s something you’re interested in following follow the tag #wbsonglist and feel free to follow and turn on notifications at @wbslibrary​  There is no timeline, due dates or order that this needs to be written in. If you feel like participating, come up with a song title starting with a letter of the alphabet, and attach it to a character or pairing.  Please send me a link, or tag me in! I’m a music fiend and seeing how people connect songs to stories is something I love so much.  Thank you so much for all of your continued support, and I look forward to hearing what ya’ll think about these stories. 

A – “At Last” Etta James (Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/Reader) [Top Gun: Maverick]

B—“Born to Run” Bruce Springsteen (Robert “Bob” Floyd/Reader/Jake “Hangman” Seresin) [Top Gun Maverick]

C – “Call me Maybe” Carly Rae Jepson (Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

D—“Dear God” Avenged Sevenfold (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

E—“Exile” Taylor Swift f. Bon Iver (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin) [Top Gun Maverick]

F – “Friday I’m in Love” The Cure (Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

G— “Guys Like Me” Eric Church (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

H – “How Country Feels” Randy Houser (Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

I- “I Swear” All-4One (Javy “Coyote” Machado/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

J—“Just Can’t Get Enough” Depeche Mode  (Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

K—“Kiss Me Now.” Diana Ross (Javy “Coyote” Machado/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

L—“Love in an Elevator” Aerosmith (Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

M— “Map of my Heart” Mary Chapin Carpenter (Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

N— “Nights in White Satin” The Moody Blues (Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick

O— “Open Arms” Journey (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

P— “Paralyzer” Finger Eleven (Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Natasha “Phoenix” Trace) [Top Gun Maverick]

Q— “Quitter” Carrie Underwood (Robert “Bob” Floyd/reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

R— “Rodeo” Garth Brooks (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

S—"Springsteen” Eric Church (Robert “Bob” Floyd/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

T—“Tennessee Whiskey” Chris Stapleton (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

U– “Unforgettable” Nat King Cole (Beau “Cyclone” Simpson/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

V— “Voodoo” Godsmack (Miles Miller/Reader) [Bad Times at El Royale]

W—“Weak” AJR (Rhett Abbott/Reader) [Outer Range]

X– “XO” Beyonce (Rueben “Payback” Fitch/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

Y– “Yes to Heaven” Lana Del Rey (Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

Z— “Zero” Imagine Dragons (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Reader) [Top Gun Maverick]

  Banner credit to @writercole Divider credit to @firefly-graphics 

[whereareroo]

ASTORGA

WF UPDATE (6/30/23): DAY 3

When we started out today, at 7:30 a.m., it was cold outside. It was only 45 degrees. We wore our warm shirts. When we finished, at about 1:15 p.m., it was a beautiful 75 degrees.

We covered 10.4 miles. We don’t rush. We take numerous breaks for snacks, photos, and other diversions. GC1 likes to stop at every playground that we see. He also likes to take pictures of cats. We see a ton of cats.

We hit our first rolling hills today. Nothing too big. The flat areas are farms. The crops are corn or wheat. We also walked right through the middle of a dairy farm.

We were close enough to touch the barn. We could touch the cows that were feeding in a pen right next to the barn. Weird.

At the top of the biggest hill, we came across three little huts that were built in the yard of a farmhouse. The proprietor of the huts was a hippie in his 40s. He had a serious “zen” vibe. The huts housed table after table of drinks and snacks for passing Pilgrims. Everything was free. The hippie says that he improves his life by giving gifts. It would take pages for me to list all of the offerings. One table was full of every fruit imaginable. Another was filled with all sorts of homemade baked goods, including cookies, muffins, and numerous breads. The beverage table had coffee, tea, and at least ten different fruit juices. There was a table full of nuts and cheeses. There was a table full of chocolates.

We enjoyed some great snacks. GC1 made his own orange juice with a fancy fruit press. I grabbed a few hard boiled eggs for the road. The guy was serious about not wanting anything in return. When I pressed him to take a donation, he pushed back and said that he’d be insulted. When I continued to press, he begrudgingly said that if I was afraid of bad karma I could leave a donation in the small can under the fruit table. It wasn’t easy to find the can. I left an appropriate donation.

At that stop we met a travel writer, in her late 60s, from California. She was swapping stories with an old guy from Florida who enjoys adventure vacations. We also met a guy from New Zealand.

As we were approaching Astorga, our home for the next two nights, we walked for about a mile with a girl from Argentina who is in her early twenties. We’ve seen her before. She is walking with her parents, who were way ahead of her. She works remotely, in Argentina, for a shipping company that is located in Dallas, Texas. She says that the economy in Argentina is a horror show, and that the currency is almost valueless. Almost all of her friends have moved to other countries. She stays in Argentina because that’s where her family is. She says that this trip is an outrageous extravagance for her family, but they’re doing it anyway. She urged her parents to walk El Camino while they were still physically able to handle a long hike.

Astorga is an ancient city with an interesting history. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, on our day “off.” One quick “fun fact” about Astorga is that it’s home to the Maragato People. The Moragatos are an ancient tribe, originally Celtic in origin, that date back to the BC era. They’re sort of like Gypsies. They stay away from other people, and they only marry within the tribe. They have many unusual social and spiritual practices. Today, there are approximately 4,000 Maragatos living in the hills near Astorga. They’re famous for a meal called “Cocido Maragato.” It’s a heaping platter of cabbage, potatoes, chickpeas, and seven different meats. That’s what we had for dinner. Yummy.

We’re staying in a fancy hotel. Once upon a time, it was a “palace” for some minor royal dignitary. It’s been owned by the current owner’s family for 238 years. The room is giant. The location is very good. GC1 enjoyed a “swim” in the supersized bathtub. We’ll be here for two days.

There’s a laundromat down the street. I wash our stuff by hand every night, but I’m no match for a commercial washing machine. I had a successful visit to the laundromat. We have clean clothes. Life is good.

I’ll have more time to talk tomorrow. Adios.

[akumanie]

Hell yeah, I completely adore that. ❤️

Eddie the vampire with bloodpops, Robin with her inner shewolf ruling as the queen she is. Maybe Steve is part siren and part succubus. And because he's a Steave, he only inherited the good genes, so he's got the charms of a normal siren/succubus multiplied by ten. Eddie thinks it's crazy how hot he is. He is not wrong.

I love the very human Dustin. Imagine they're having a fight. The situation is absolutely insane, everyone's in trouble, they are about to die, and then Dustin yells, "Take cover!" and throws a homemade bomb that melts everything in sight. Fuck magic. He will science the shit out of this.

Mike and Nancy as partial fae from their mother is awesome! Like, Nancy at the beginning despises her mother for giving up her royal place with the Fae for her very human and utterly ordinary and boring spouse, thus dooming her children to be outcasts among the purebloods. But after Johnathan, she doesn't care. Love is love. And this little mouse eating the cheese in her purse is hers, and she will destroy everything and everyone that harms him.

Mike is the complete opposite, he wants so much to be human. It bothers him that he can't control his magic properly. He has a habit of setting his mattress on fire or flooding the basement in his sleep. He hates Brenner for hurting El and abusing her, but also for stripping her of her humanity against her will.

Lucas is a witch doctor. He makes gris-gris, casts spells, and sometimes talks to the dead. Erica is utterly jelous of him for being better at it than her, but she can throw fireballs from her hands. They both secretly think the other is amazing. Of course, they don't say it out loud.

Max is feral wolf puppy and she is not above pissing on your car or other belonging if you piss her off too much. (pun intended) Sometimes she sneaks out at night to see Lucas. They talk a lot. It seems easier to share in the darkness of his room.

Will is a sweetheart - he's a soft warm cinnamon roll that everyone loves and vows to protect. Johnathan is also sweet but he pretends to be a cinnamon roll (hence the mouse), but he's actually pretty damn scary. Like that one time, when he turned into a tiger and almost mauled Harington's pretty face because of the crap he said about Nance.

El is El. She can and will kill you if you say anything bad about her friends or family.

Hopper, Joice, Wayne and Murray are done with the supernatural shit. They drink beer and wine every Friday and every time Joyce says something weird happened, you can see the absolute horror on their faces.

Mr. Clark is contemplating his need of land-line.

Your turn @pukner 😁

Can I ask you a kinda weird question? What do you think steddie and the party would be as a supernatural creatures? My headcanon is Vampire Eddie and Succubus Steve, but I'm open to discussion. 😁

hello this is a FANTASTIC question

I love the idea of a succubus Steve, but also like? Siren Steve? This might explain his affinity for water, maybe he basks in his pool a lot and unfortunately that becomes extremely cursed for him Post Barb. He's the son of two beautiful, supernaturally charming people who learned how to show people exactly what they want, become exactly what they want. Steve is pretty and handsome and terrible and sweet and exactly what you expect from him, right up until he isn't.

I like the idea of a werewolf Robin, and also Max. Robin's larger and ganglier, and spends the full moon curled around Steve and growling at anyone who gets close. Max is a puppy, and a grumbly one, and Lucas ends up with a very determined guard dog. Robin also gets bizzarely territorial over Steve's house, for someone who doesn't live there. Her whole family scent Steve constantly, and he's thrilled about the extra cuddles.

I like the idea of Lucas and Erica being from magical heritage, old school witches who go very different with their practices. Lucas does very practical magic; makes little charms for his friends, for protection and strength and peace. Erica leans more towards big enchantments; she's real pissed about Steve's natural charisma.

Dustin is a very human person, who can and WILL science his way into magic.

Nancy and Mike, I waffle on. Maybe fae-blooded? Diluted enough that they can dwell here, won't get hunted down by either court. But still fae enough that Nancy has an almost pathological need to get to the truth, that she won't stand for illusions, that she chafes against Steve and his automatic charisma and the lies he lures people in with, almost thoughtlessly. She and Mike are deadly territorial over their kin, over those they've decided are theirs. Losing Barb made her absolutely inconsolable. Mike is much the same. They get it from Karen, who got it from her mother, who got it from hers. Ted Wheeler is an extremely mundane dude.

Will is a shapeshifter, all the Byers are. He likes to be small, unassuming animals, and so does Jonathan. Turns into a mouse or a grass snake and hides in his brother's pocket, up his mom's sleeve.

Eddie is a son of a vampire, came into his bloody heritage honestly. Wayne, his uncle on his mothers' side, is extremely human and had to learn real fast how to raise a bloodthirsty kid. He has raw steak in the freezer and teaches his kid how to hunt. He also has bloodpops in the freezer for summer days when Eddie gets lethargic and whiny.

He absolutely develops a weird obsession with Steve Harrington And His Summer-Sunshine-Salty Blood. Robin Buckley tries to eat him about it one time when he leans in too close for a sniff one day at Scoops.

Hopper is extremely human and extremely done with the supernatural side of things on this goddamn town.

El was human, once. They don't know what she is. She smells wrong, to most of them. Reads weird to their magic, to others. They love her anyway.

[obscure-imagines]

you were humming to yourself as you cooked yourself dinner when arms slipped around your waist. “looks good honey.” his voice washed over you.

you turned and noticed he was holding something behind him. “oooh what do you have?” you asked.

he revealed the flowers, “i saw these and thought of you.” he picked one and put it in your hair, “you’re beautiful.”

[m0chac0ffee]

↳ ❝ɢᴏᴅ, ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. - ᴍ.ᴍ.❞

(Miles Miller x Reader)

(Warnings: Angst, character death ?)

(Again, this was written at 3am bc i was like, "what if this happened instead" and this shit was made.)

This wasn’t how you wanted to go out. This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your vacation. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to push him out of the way. You were supposed to live, not him. You were supposed to be alive and happy. But that won’t happen now.

You were watching Miles’ back as he shot the two cult members outside of the hotel. You looked around in case anyone was left, but you could only see Rosie, Daniel, Darlene, and Miles. You turned your head slightly to look at Miles, making sure he was okay.

“Miles, it’s clear. I think we’re safe.”

He nodded, and you stepped to the side to let him in. You checked on Daniel and Darlene, asking if they were injured or anything of the sort. They seemed to be perfectly fine. At that moment, Miles spotted Rosie at the back near Billy Lee’s body, sobbing her heart out, or that’s what you thought was happening. Miles looked back at you and you silently nodded your head, stepping away from the two to join him. He set down his gun and the two of you approached the young girl. You stopped right behind her and Miles put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

“I am so sorry.”

He said, his voice laced with sadness and slight regret. Rosie continued to sob as she reached for the left side of her abdomen. If you weren’t watching her…

 you wouldn’t have been able to see the slight glint of metal that briefly flashed before your eyes.

That was all you needed to know that Miles was in danger. You held off, hoping that it wasn’t what you thought it was. Rose wiped her eyes and stood up. Only then could you confirm what you saw.

She was holding a knife.

Just as Miles was about to take another step toward her, she quickly turned around.

“Miles!”

You shoved him out of the way just in time. Rosie plunged the knife deep into your abdomen, twisting it, then dragging it across. Hot tears fell down your face as your blood soaked through your shirt. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard, and Rosie fell to the floor. You look over to see Daniel holding the pistol in his hand while Darlene stood there in shock. You began to stumble backward into the stairs that led to the jukebox. You were shaking in fear. You didn’t wanna die here. Not now. The trio rushed over to you, each looking equally worried, Miles especially.

“(Y/n), look at me. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. We just need to find a way to stop the bleeding and everything will be alright-“

But all of you knew that there was no saving you. You’ve already lost too much blood, so much that there was no point in stopping it. No matter how much pressure was applied, you couldn’t be saved in that moment. You smiled softly at everyone.

“To think that this would all happen in the span of 24 hours…”

You looked at Daniel, then Darlene, then Miles.

“Miles…”

He wasn’t paying attention, he was too busy trying to find things to stop your bleeding. But the more time you wasted, the closer you were to losing consciousness.

“Miles, hey…”

He looked at you, fear was clear in his eyes. He grabbed your hand and held it to his face.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry…”

“You did the right thing. It’s alright. You did it to save us.”

“But… I couldn’t save you… I can’t save you…”

“And that’s okay. You did your best Miles. You still saved these two.”

You raised up your hand to caress his face. You softly brushed your thumb against his cheek, tears streaming down both his face and yours.

“I love you, Miles.”

And for the last time, you closed your eyes. Miles kissed your forehead and then held your hand against his cheek, feeling you go limp, the tears neverending. Darlene eventually wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his shoulders in a comforting way. Daniel sat down on the opposite side of you, a solemn look adorning his face.

“I love you too, (Y/n)… I’m so sorry… God, forgive me.”

In time, Darlene and Daniel were able to convince Miles to finally get up. They collected the money and put it back inside the bag. As the two exited the burning hotel, Miles took one last look at you before following in pursuit. He would never forgive himself for leaving you.

                END.