#I even put ‘meant to be yours’ from the heathers musical in there
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oh my fucking god I was putting this unnamed playlist together based on a kind of romantic vibe and I didn’t realize it was a SATOSUGU playlist until mr loverman came on while I was listening to it and I instantly thought of that tiktok audio where gojo and getou say each other’s name during mr loverman
I truly didn’t even think of satosugu when putting it together, mr loverman was one of the latter additions and oh my god now the whole playlist makes so much sense under a satosugu lens
#I even put ‘meant to be yours’ from the heathers musical in there#which if you’re unfamiliar with the movie/show it’s when the love interest decides to blow up their school and there’s a lot of commentary#on society and it’s just giving jjk 0 getou#(yes it’s also the ‘Veronica open the door please’ audio)#satosugu
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I hate you more! Part 2 | Rodrick Heffley x Reader
Part 1, Part 3
Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick's chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!
Rodrick has been acting weird all day, and by weird, entirely quiet. You were worried he found out about your plan and was mad (even hurt) at what you did so you thought he was ignoring you on purpose. When lunchtime rolled around, you did not expect anything, more importantly, you did not expect Rodrick pushing through with asking Heather out. To your surprise, he still did, and it was indeed embarassing!
The cafeteria was chaotic with all the students sitting down and eating with their own cliques. You were sitting with Heather and the girls, and were talking about the upcoming English test by the end of the week, when all of a sudden you heard a high pitched noise as if someone was plugging something to the school sound system. You turned around to see Rodrick and his merry band of losers, the Loded Diper, setting up their music equipment. Your eyes lit up when you see Rodrick with a bunch of roses in one hand and a nervous look. Your gaze went from him to Heather, and a faint smirk appeared on your face.
Rodrick began on a not so great start because his microphone probably wasn't plugged in correctly, a screeching noise echoed throughout the entire cafeteria, gathering everyone's attention.
"Heather Hills," he began. Heather looked at him with fear as to what Rodrick will do or say next.
"Ever since we had Math class a few grades back, I knew," Rodrick had started walking towards our table.
"I knew that we," he stopped at our table, in front of Heather, handing her the roses, which Heather ignored so Rodrick decided to put it down the table.
"We were meant for each other," Rodrick breathed deeply and there was a pause. No one was sure if he was waiting for Heather to respond.
"1, 2, 3, 4, Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh," then Rodrick started singing (badly) Justin Beiber's Baby.
"Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' (Yo, uh-huh) We're just friends, what are you sayin'? (Yo, uh-huh) Said, "There's another" and looked right in my eyes."
By this point, everyone was singing along with Rodrick despite his total lack of tune. Maybe they were singing because he was such a dork or maybe because they were making fun of him. Who knows? All you knew was that you were delighted when Heather, obviously furious, stormed out of the cafeteria. But just before she walked out the double doors, she passed by Rodrick and said, "As if! Loser!"
The entire cafeteria's laughter was deafening. A few grade schoolers, one of which was Rodrick's little brother, was laughing with his friend and everyone else. Rodrick seemed lost and his pained expression almost made you feel sorry for him. He looked over at you and you prepare yourself for a confrontation, but he didn't. He simply walked out of the cafeteria, leaving his band mates behind. Yup, that confirms it, you're the worst person in the world
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First period after lunch, Rodrick was nowhere to be seen. Your teacher announced that he had to go home because he wasn't "feeling well." Yup, that made you feel worse about what you did.
Heather told you how embarassing it was and how he was a complete loser. You tried your best to defend him, but in Heather's case, it was indeed embarassing. Rodrick may be a good drummer but definitely not the best at singing. You said you had second-hand embarassment when he was singing, and Heather and the others laughed. This made you feel worse that you decided you're going to visit him and apologize after school.
You had declined Heather's offer to hangout after school, saying you have to study for the English test, which you will. But first, a peace offering, you were planning to buy him some kind of band shirt but there's no way you were gonna spend that much on him. Besides, he started it. This had all played out in your head, and you were trying to convince yourself that this was not your fault and that Rodrick started all of this. In the end and after much deliberation, you decided to buy him Red Bull from a convenience store because well, this was what you can afford.
Three firm knocks on the Heffley's residence door before Mrs. Heffley opened the door.
"Oh hello sweetie, may I help you?"
"Oh hello Mrs. Heffley, I'm Y/N. I'm one of Rodrick's classmates and also your new neighbor." You paused, not sure how to ask about Rodrick. "I was wondering if Rodrick is feeling any better?"
"Ahhh," she said inquisitively, as if she knows something? "Yes yes, the L/Ns, please come in."
You thanked her and stepped inside the Heffley residence. His younger brother, Greg, was in the living room playing video games and you waved at him as a form of greeting. You haven't been officially introduced but you were glad he waved back.
"So Rodrick is up in his room and would not come out since he got home a few hours ago," she paused before continuing. "Something about a stomach ache?"
"Rodrick's just mad because he embarassed himself in front of the whole school!" Greg shouted from the living room.
"Greg! That's not a nice thing to say!"
"But it's the truth, she was there," and Greg pointed at you. You tried to avoid their gazes and simply say, "It was an eventful day indeed, for everyone." You paused, for quite some time actually. "May I see Rodrick now?"
"Ah yes, go ahead upstairs."
"Thank you, Mrs. Heffley."
Rodrick's room was in the attic. You knocked a couple of times. The first few knocks, silence. The next few knocks, you heard him shout "Go away". You decided to not say anything because if he knew it was you, there was no chance in hell he would open the door. The next few knocks after that, you heard footsteps.
"Mom, I told you I'm not feeling-"
"Hi," you said timidly.
Rodrick slammed the door on your face. You rolled your eyes, this was not the first time he did that. You knocked again. Silence. You knocked a couple more times.
"What do you want?" He said from the other side of the door.
"I brought Red Bull."
"I don't want it." He said. You thought about what you were going to say next.
"Uhmm so have you studied for our English test this week?"
"What?"
"The English test. Have you studied yet?" By this time, the door creaked open, and Rodrick's head poked out.
"Is this a trick question?"
"No," you said firmly. How is this a trick question? Maybe you just lost his trust in every possible sense.
"Then, why did you ask me about a test when you have knowingly destroyed my life on purpose?!" He said as he swung the door open while walking up the stairs to his actual bedroom. Guessed this was your invitation to come in.
You closed the door behind you and walked up the few flight of stairs into his attic room. It was a typical guy's bedroom, messy and unorderly. You weren't sure where you were gonna sit down so you just stand there while he plopped himself on his bed, clothes everywhere.
"I'm sorry okay."
"Is this because of that time I slammed the door in your face?"
"Maybe."
"Wow!"
"I already said I'm sorry!" You were frustrated because you kept reminding yourself that he started this. Yes, it was a bit petty to embarass him in front of everyone at school because he had slammed the door in your face or that his band was being too loud on a Sunday morning, but majority of what happened was still his fault - or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was. It was his idea to sing in front of everyone with that voice. You sigh in defeat. You threw the Red Bull at him and it landed hard on his chest.
"Ow! What'd you do that for?"
"You deserved it," you murmur under your breath but Rodrick heard you.
"Listen here, little Miss Perfect..." Rodrick stood up walking towards you but just as he was to finish his sentence, both of you heard the door knob twist and footsteps walking up the stairs.
"Wazzup kids, what're yall talking about?" Mrs. Heffley said in her best attempt to speak what she thought was teenage "lingo".
"Hello Mrs. Heffley, we were just...talking about..."
"Our English test!" Rodrick finished your sentence.
"Ohhhh" Mrs. Heffley was surprised Rodrick would engage in anything academic.
"Yes, I was handing Rodrick some of my notes"
"Oh that's right, you won first place at the spelling bee in your previous school, right?"
"Oh yes," how the hell did she know that?
"I ran into your parents the other day at the supermarket. You know, it would be very helpful if you can tutor Rodrick with his English."
You and Rodrick both looked at each other.
"Oh no, I can't. I'm not that qualified."
"Yeah Mom, she's not. The spelling bee she won was probably just a fluke anyway."
"Rodrick, that's not nice!"
"No worries, Mrs. Heffley. What I meant by not qualified is that no one is. Rodrick is untutorable," you said as you pointed a finger at Rodrick to which he flicked.
"Yeah well, at least I don't spend my entire life trying to be someone I'm not just so that people will like me!" Rodrick responded by pointing a finger at you.
"Yeah well, at least I had won something in my life."
"A spelling bee? Please!"
"At least, I didn't made a fool of myself in front of the entire school because I was too dumb to realize something."
At this point, the intensity of the gazes between you and Rodrick would burn a whole in the moon.
"Alright alright, Y/N, it would be such a huge help if you can tutor Rodrick," Mrs. Heffley started to appeal to you but you had made up your mind, that is until...
"I'll pay you $100 a week!"
"What?! Pay me $100 a week to study instead!" Rodrick exclaimed.
"Well?"
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Your trip to the Heffley's was not something you had expected, and how that trip ended was also not something you had expected. Guess any form of interaction with Rodrick will surely surprise you.
Now that you'll be seeing him a few days a week to tutor him, maybe you can use this time to regain his trust? If only he can stop being annoying and full of himself, maybe you guys will have a chance at a real friendship - but then again, all this banter makes it much more interesting.
#rodrick x y/n#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick heffley x y/n#rodrick heffley x you#rodrick x reader#rodrick heffley fluff#rodrick rules#diary of a wimpy kid#I hate you more#loded diper
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Touchstarved Romance Themes (Musical Version)
I like musicals, so I paired each Touchstarved LI x MC pairing with songs from musicals! These will probably be inaccurate since I'm going off of vibes from the demo. If you guys have other musical songs that you think would fit, please feel free to reblog or comment (I always like to find new musical songs!).
Kuras x MC
“All I’ve Ever Known” (Hadestown) — I associate Kuras with sunlight and devotion, and this song has both. There are a lot of lyrics that remind me of his path in the demo.
"I was alone so long
I didn't even know that I was lonely.
Out in the cold so long,
I didn't even know that I was cold."
"You take me in your arms
And suddenly there's sunlight all around me
Everything bright and warm
And shining like it never did before
And for a moment I forget
Just how dark and cold it gets."
"I don't know how or why
Who am I that I should get to hold you?"
"Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm
Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms."
“No Good Deed” (Wicked) — Can you imagine Kuras healing us to this?
"Let their flesh not be torn
Let their blood leave no stain
Though they're beaten,
Let them feel no pain.
Let their bones never break
And however they try to destroy them,
Let them never die."
"My road of good intentions
Led where such roads always lead
No good deed
Goes unpunished."
“The Hill” (Once) — I think it would be interesting if, as a foil to Vere, one of his flaws is that he doesn't actually see us as a person? MC is either a path to redemption or another tragedy.
"But where are you my angel now?
Don't you see me crying?"
"I'm on my knees in front of him
But he doesn't seem to see me.
With all his troubles on his mind,
He's looking right through me."
Leander x MC (sidenote, there are so many musical songs that fit this guy why is he so musical-coded, also why are so many musical songs terrifying when you imagine it with Leander? XD)
“All I Ask of You” (Phantom of the Opera) — To be fair, I guess this song is also still unsettling in its actual context, too, if you know the story. XD
"Let me be your shelter,
Let me be your light.
You're safe, no one will find you,
Your fears are far behind you."
“Something Wonderful” (The King and I) — From MC's perspective, Leander being toxic af.
"The thoughtless things he'll do
Will hurt and worry you
Then all at once he'll do
Something wonderful."
"He has a thousand dreams
That won't come true
You know that he believes in them
And that's enough for you."
“Only Us” (Dear Evan Hansen) — This is the sweet song that is mildly concerning when you pair it with him.
"What if it's you
And what if it's me
And what if that's all that we need it to be
And the rest of the world falls away?"
"I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me.
So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go."
"We can just watch the whole world disappear.
'Til you're the only one
I still know how to see.
It's just you and me."
“Our Love is God” (Heathers) — The Heathers songs are here because I cannot listen to these without imagining Leander anymore.
"They died because God said they must
The new world needed room
For me and you."
"I worship you.
I'd trade my life for yours
They all will disappear.
We'll plant our garden here.
Our love is God."
“Meant to Be Yours” (Heathers) — Leander outside the room he gave us.
"Those assholes are the key!
They're keeping you away from me!
They made you blind, messed up your mind
But I can set you free!"
"You were meant to be mine.
I am all that you need.
You carved open my heart,
Can't just leave me to bleed!"
Vere x MC
“Natasha & Anatole” (Natasha, Pierre, & The Great Comet of 1812) — This song is unsettling but there are so many lyrics that remind me of Vere. And I guess the unsettling vibe suits him well, it does feel like he's putting you in a trance before he devours you.
"And I never remove my smiling eyes
From your face, your neck, your bare arms."
"And looking into his eyes,
I am frightened
There's not that barrier of modesty
I've always felt with men
I feel so terribly near
I fear that he may seize me from behind
And kiss me on the neck."
"Look straight into my eyes
Nearness
Tenderness
Smile at me
Gaze straight into my eyes
There is no barrier between us
There is nothing between us."
“Take Me or Leave Me” (Rent) — A more lighthearted song, and I think it suits his unapologetic attitude.
"Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be."
"A tiger in a cage
Can never see the sun
This diva needs her stage baby, let's have fun!"
"You are the one I choose
Folks would kill to fill your shoes
You love the limelight too now baby
So be mine,
And don’t waste my time."
Ais x MC
“You Matter to Me” (Waitress) — This song feels very straightforward and true and quietly comforting, like companionable silence. So it feels a bit like Ais's path in the demo.
"Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you
And I'll stay there as long as you let me."
"You matter to me,
Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody."
“Sunrise” (In the Heights) — Since one of his likes is learning new languages, I thought this would be a cute song with him and an MC who knows another language teaching him a few words. The lyric "promise me you'll stay" makes me think of the end of the demo where Ais asks MC not to choose the Seaspring so quickly.
"Calor. Heat.
Anoche. Last night.
Dolor. Pain."
"Promise me you'll stay beyond the sunrise
I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise."
Mhin x MC
“Falling Slowly” (Once) — It seems to have a lot of yearning and a bittersweet ending, which I got from their demo path.
"I don't know you, but I want you
All the more for that."
"Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
And moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black."
"You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won."
“What You Mean to Me” (Finding Neverland) — To be honest, I put this here mostly because they like stargazing. But I think it does fit Mhin when they don't have the words to express their feelings.
"I won't lie
I'm a little bit frightened."
"Every star that's ever fallen
Knows the way to where we're going
Now I really know just what you mean to me."
Elyon x MC
"Epic III" (Hadestown) — I'm basing this off of the short description of him searching for the one thing money can't buy.
"What has become of the heart of that man
Now that he has everything?
The more he has, the more he holds
The greater the weight of the world on his shoulders."
"He's grown so afraid that he'll lose what he owns
But what he doesn't know is that what he's defending
Is already gone."
Sen x MC
"The Next Ten Minutes" (The Last Five Years) — I feel like her ultimate goal being her own death adds another layer to this song, making it less about a proposal and more about treasuring the time you have together.
"Will you share your life with me
For the next ten minutes?
For the next ten minutes,
We can handle that.
We could watch the waves,
We could watch the sky,
Or just sit and wait
As the time ticks by,
And if we make it 'til then,
Could I ask you again
For another ten?"
"There are so many dreams
I need to see with you.
There are so many years
I need to be with you."
*******Bonus********** I'm sorry
Ocudeus x MC
“Hey, Little Songbird” (Hadestown) — Okay. So, in all honesty, I think this could fit Elyon, too, but I thought this was funnier. Also Ocudeus using bird nicknames because Ais does that, like a petty eldritch horror. XD So. Ocudeus trying to convince MC to drink from the Seaspring.
"You'd shine like a diamond down in the mine.
And the choice is yours, if you're willing to choose,
Seeing as you've got nothing to lose,
And I could use a canary."
"Strange is the call of this stranger
I wanna fly down and feed at its hand.
I want a nice soft place to land.
I want to lie down forever."
#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved kuras#touchstarved leander#touchstarved vere#touchstarved ais#touchstarved mhin#touchstarved elyon#touchstarved sen#touchstarved ocudeus#kuras x mc#leander x mc#vere x mc#ais x mc#mhin x mc#elyon x mc#sen x mc#mc x kuras#mc x leander#mc x vere#mc x ais#mc x sen#mc x mhin#mc x elyon#pairing themes
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Yet MORE Headcanons about life in the HoL
Previous post here with links to the other two: [x]
- On days that Levi’s depression is REALLY bad, you pull the futon into his room and you and Mammon keep him company.
- You have more contact with the Human Realm than you did your first year and call friends and relatives. Every call, without fail, is interrupted. Usually by Mammon.
- Asmodeus has been given clearance to have fun with your friends in bed. He does NOT, however, have clearance to have sex with relatives. Your single friends visit with Asmo a lot and the next morning you talk with them over the phone or at the table about how talented he is. He LOVES it.
- You have a weekly trip to Wail-mart for condoms and lube. They have a bag ready for you every Friday at this point. If you’re a fem!MC and forget one week, the next bag has a pregnancy test.
- You told Satan there’s a musical called ‘Cats’. You two now sing songs from the Broadway show and have gone to it several times. You don’t talk about the movie version. Satan has decided the movie doesn’t exist. His favorite cat is Rum Tum Tugger since he’s defiant to Munkustrap.
- You wanted to watch ‘Ratatouille’ with everyone. Barbatos was horrified the movie even exists and destroyed the disc in your hand. You tried to tell him and the more you tell him, the paler he gets. The movie gets put on the banned list. This also extended to ‘Secret of Nimh’ and ‘Flushed Away’.
- Between working out with Beel, pampering and fashion with Asmo, etiquette lessons with Barbatos and Lucifer, and Belphegor helping you sleep more peacefully you are healthier than you’ve ever been.
- You’ve learned a lot of magic and you and Solomon taught some of your friends. A few of them want to go to RAD for a few years. You’re working out details with Diavolo and the Celestial Realm, but Diavolo is ecstatic.
- You got Beel the 5lb gummy bears and worms. Also a few of the giant Hershey kisses. Beel hadn’t known there were snacks that big and he was so happy to find out. Though he struggled to eat the bear. It was pretty cute.
- As a gag gift you got Asmo one of those 55 gallon drums of lube. It backfired because he absolutely loved it and he took it to an orgy party with cubi later that week.
- You’ve just now sworn off singing any songs dealing with depression or dark topics. You sang ‘I was meant to be yours’ from Heathers and like with the ‘My R’ incident, house was in mass panic. Simeon was asked to counsel you again and he still was a bit confused but was glad you were OK. Solomon, however, laughed his ass off.
- You found out some of your older relatives were super uber religious and hated everyone but Simeon and Luke. And then you found out one was racist when they said something horrible about Simeon. Simeon had never heard the slur before, but once you explained the meaning, he cried. Satan nearly went to the Human Realm to teach them a lesson, but you reassured they weren’t worth it. They weren’t your family anymore. Everyone in the Devildom was. And you were cutting that relative out. You also cut the super religious ones after they insulted your demons.
- You watched ‘Shrek The Musical’ with Levi and Mammon. You’ve caught them both belting out songs from the soundtrack. You filmed both of them.
- You jammed out to ‘Like a Prayer’ and Simeon joined in. Asmo then said the song was about sex and Simeon nearly passed out. You explained that it’s actually about being so in love with God that the singer feels he’s an actual boyfriend/man in her life. You debated heavily on this while Simeon had a panic attack. It’s ‘Like a virgin’ that’s about sex.
- You bought Belphie one of those space globes that turn the room into outer space when the light goes out. He and Beel love it.
- You’ve discovered songs about the Devil promoting evil actually really hurt Diavolo’s feelings. Especially ‘When You’re Evil’. He caught you listening and he nearly cried and asked if you thought he was really like that. You had to reassure him that was not the case. Beel heard the song and was just confused why his name was confused with other people in there.
- A few relatives were concerned you decided to emigrate to actual literal Hell. Those whose opinions you ACTUALLY care about, you invited them with permission from Diavolo and Lucifer. By the end, your relatives loved your chosen family. Some of them send gifts to the Devildom just for them and each item sent is treated like a treasure by the recipient.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me om#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me barbatos#obey me diavolo#I was listening to a lot of music when I made this one. Can you tell? lol
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Billy Hargrove’s rules for mix tapes (and the one exception)
Prompt: Mix tapes
Steve Harrington brings mix tapes into his car.
That’s not even the worst thing
It’s the fact that Billy actually fucking allows it.
He fucking sits in the driver’s seat, watching Harrington shove tape after tape into his car and all of it fucking sucks. He knows full well that if Max or Heather tried that shit in his car, he’d leave them on the side of the road. Argyle brought a Weird Al tape once and Billy had given him a Chinese burn until he swore never to do it again.
Not that Max’s music is all that bad. But he’s never going to tell her that. If he tells her that, she’ll think she can bring anything into his car.
The problem is that she’s about to start thinking that anyway.
“Why does Steve get to sit in front?” Max gripes, reaching for her seat-belt and Billy levels a glare at her through the rear-view mirror. She glares back with equal venom.
“Because, Maxine, children sit in the back,” he retorts sweetly and scowls at her when she kicks the back of his chair.
“I think sisters should have priority,” she mutters, folding her arms across her chest. Dustin just blinks at her. He looks happy enough just to come along. He and Billy don’t know each other all that well, despite he’s Max’s friend and Steve’s favorite…well, Steve’s favorite.
“I think children should be seen and not heard,” Billy counters, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Jesus fucking christ, how the hell did the munchkins invite themselves along? Steve had suggested they get pizza and Max had bulldozed her way into coming.
“I think you should watch what you hide under your bed,” Max says archly, and he whirls around in his seat. Unfortunately, she’s too fast and whips her legs away in time, out of Billy’s reach.
“You shut your goddamn mouth,” Billy hisses, keeping a careful eye out for Steve, who’s busy locking up the Harrington mansion. Fucking hell, he thought that hiding his scant few mags in the loose slats under his bed meant that they’d be safe. If Neil ever finds out, Billy will probably need more stitches.
But Max just raises her eyebrows.
“Well, think about that before you tell someone that they can borrow your tennis racket,” she points out. Billy thumps back into his seat. He’s not sure why he’s embarrassed about it, because Max knows…but Jesus, his sister knowing he has porn is all kinds of gross.
“How the hell did you find it?” he asks quickly, because Steve is ambling down the drive towards them.
“Slat’s too loose,” Max says quietly. There’s a slight flush to her face and Billy wonders how much she looked before she put them back. Billy leaves the less graphic girly mags out in plain view to keep his dad satisfied that his son isn’t queer. But those aren’t going to be the ones that have Max’s cheeks turning as red as her hair. “It fell on my head.”
Billy remembers the third occupant of the car just in time, glaring at the Henderson kid until he mimes zipping his lips.
“I heard nothing!” he says hurriedly. “Not a word.”
“What didn’t you hear?” Steve says, dropping into the passenger seat and Billy likes how it looks. Like he belongs there.
“Nothing,” Billy says, wanting the conversation over. Max smirks a little and says nothing until Steve pulls a tape out of his bag.
“Why the hell does he get to put tapes in?” she asks, outraged, sliding forward in her seat as far as her seatbelt will let her.
“Because he can,” Billy says, suddenly very sorry that he has a sister at all. She’s too mouthy and he has approximately five seconds before she puts it all together. “Shut up, Max.”
He turns the key in the ignition, hoping that she’ll get the hint and drop it.
But his sister is a fucking rottweiler and she never learnt to drop anything.
“You never let me bring tapes in here!” she complains, and the torture only gets worse when the tape goes in to play something bouncy and catchy that Billy wouldn’t be caught dead listening to.
“Borrowed it from Nancy,” Steve says, with a shrug, catching Billy’s eye. “Wanted to see what it was like.”
“You can play music in your own car,” Billy gripes, reversing down Steve’s driveway. Steve shrugs, unbothered.
“Yeah, I could,” he says and there’s an unusual expression on his face that Billy can’t quite name. They’ve been friends a while now and Billy’s gotten pretty used to the fact that Steve’s an open book. He never really needed to learn to mask his every feeling, like Billy does.
But every so often, Billy thinks that Steve’s hiding something from him.
“Why are you letting Steve play Cindy Lauper in your car?” Max demands, her fingers an annoying flutter on Billy’s shoulder. He doesn’t look as he tells her to sit back in her seat. “Billy, why don’t I get to play music in your car?” Billy tries not to react. But it’s there, the answer held in the tiny clench in his jaw.
She sees.
“Huh,” Max says, the word like a lead weight on Billy’s chest, and she catches Billy’s eye in the mirror. Billy shakes his head ever so slightly.
“Can we all shut up now?” Billy says, adjusting his grip on the wheel. His palms are beginning to sweat. Max lets go of his chair and slides back into her seat. Billy can’t even be satisfied that she’s quiet for now, not with the nerves tap-dancing on his abdomen. “Or I will turn the car around.”
“What happened, what did I miss?” Dustin asks Max quietly, leaning over to whisper in her ear.
“Steve’s special,” Max answers with obvious glee and while it’s not exactly the truth, it’s close enough that Billy’s heart skips a beat.
But when he looks to the right, Steve just smiles, something bright and satisfied. Like he knows that it’s true, maybe has always known that he’s the exception to Billy’s rules.
“If you want me to stop, just say so,” Steve whispers. Billy dares to flick his eyes up to Steve’s and hopes he’s not wrong by what he sees there. Admitting that it’s true is as good as admitting…everything else.
“You’re good,” Billy croaks, mouth dry. Steve settles back into his seat, pleasure washing across his face. He reaches out and ejects the tape in a quick motion, the music cut off dead.
“Why’d you take it out?” Billy asks, a little confused. Steve shrugs and shoves the tape back in his pocket.
“I don’t think I need it anymore,” he says easily and the glitter in his dark eyes makes Billy want to kiss him.
But something about Max’s amused face and Steve fiddling with the radio makes him think that there might be time for that later.
#harringrove#harringroveweek#Billy Hargrove#steve harrington#Max Mayfield#dustin henderson#steve totally knew#he was definitely bringing increasingly worse tapes into billy's car#madonna from robin#weird al from dustin#whatever eddie has available#his dad's old music#some country#its like I know you love me but I'm going to drive you insane until you tell me so#idiots in love#billy's birthday bonanza
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summary: elvis presley, the real elvis presley, not whatever they like claiming is the man should be dead. at the very least he should be looking about two decades older than the man in front of you. and yet. elvis presley wishes the las vegas hilton- formerly the international- was a pile of rubble or ash. he enlists your help after a chance meeting.
fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler
rating: m
pairing: elvis presley x female reader
word count: 8012
warnings: major character death! choking. stalking behavior. the colonel being the worst. being trapped in one place. general depression. elvis is an asshole in this. fade to back sex ( p in v ). kind of yandere elvis? blood. vampire bites and general vampire shenanigans. mention of burn scars. fire in relation to buildings. excessive use of nicknames like lil bunny and spitfire.
author’s note: heed that first warning y'all. this does not have a happy ending. i've had this brewing since september/october of last year and it's partially based on @venus-haze's vampire elvis headcanons seen here. so what really stuck with me in her comment about the fact that she took "I’ve been playing this mausoleum for 1,000 years" and ran with it. i took bits and bobs from her headcanons and ta da. also the fire i reference happening in 1981 did actually happen. i hope y'all like this even if this ending is a doozy. y'all know the drill real elvis or austin elvis can be imagined- if the moodboard didn't clue you in. also for musical vibes i have literally only ever really truly listened to meant to be yours from the heathers musical.
also i did not add a tag list because this is- this is a fic and i was not about to make any of y'all tumble into it without wanting to.
Las Vegas is hot and is so sun filled that you hate it. You've always hated it but that might not have been the city's fault. Once upon a time you thought it would be your salvation but isn't that always the joke with everyone when it comes to the city. The salvation away from LA, because if you fail there Las Vegas will welcome you with open arms and remind you that what happens there stays there. It keeps you from going back to Memphis with your tail between your legs and being forced to tell your parents that you failed at your big dream. The dream that they supported you on but always figured you'd fail at. Your job pays the bills and you keep your clothes on, which considering the amount of bills you have, well that was a feat for you to achieve.
Working the front desk at the Las Vegas Hilton was challenging, mostly due to the customers with their requests that occasionally bordered on silly and nonsensical but you could handle it. It was nothing too horrible and there was certain pleasure in learning that you managed to pull off keeping some of the higher class- the celebrity clients happy. Of course, nights like this- busy nights with half your staff gone because of any number of problems- made you want to set fire to the building so that you didn't have to deal with this job. Your boss has you running around in what you swear is every direction until she physically stops you with her hands, gripping your shoulders and forcing you to stay put for just a minute.
"Elvis wants a delivery to his room." She says, her face twisting into one of sheer displeasure.
You raise your eyebrow and shake your head. "You mean the Elvis impersonator up in the penthouse. Why does everyone insist on calling him Elvis? We all know it's not him him- like-" The look she gives you is one you've realized means you need to shut up right in that exact moment because if you didn't you were liable to get yourself in a whole lot of trouble so you swallow the rest of your sentence and roll your eyes. "Got it, me and penthouse and his delivery of whatever to his room. Got it."
Your boss mouths a quick thank you before pointing to the kitchen area. It doesn't take you very long to reach there despite your heels and aching feet but it does take the kitchen staff a minute to realize you're standing there all gussied up ready to take whatever it is Mr. Presley wants. What he wants is apparently a feast befitting of a king- heh- and more packs of cigars than you thought one human being capable of smoking in any reasonable time frame but you remember those pictures of him back in the day. The pictures you'd see in your parents' house, in your grandparents' house of him smoking something. Maybe it was just someone who was honestly committed to the bit even if it meant wrecking their lungs and their voice. Once you actually manage to get everything, it's a surprisingly quick walk to the elevator and to the penthouse. For once your heels don't wobble as they have an annoying tendency to do so when you get this much stuff needing to be carried and you easily make it to the door of the penthouse and knock only to realize that your series of knocks have made the door open all on its own.
The room itself is dark, the curtains drawn so not even the light of the strip finds its way into it. It feels not like a tomb, you reason, with the temperature reaching levels that feel almost as if you've entered one. The cold wraps around you and has you shivering in your light blouse and work pants as you look for a free space, a table really to set down the items he requested. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the lack of light but you manage to avoid hitting anything and set the tray onto what you're mostly positive is a table- be it an end table or an actual dining table. You straighten up after you set it down and something feels off to you, feels as if you're being watched. That can't be though, yes Elvis- or whoever it's supposed to be up here had requested the items but that didn't mean they were stalking you from the dark.
Except the feeling doesn't go away and you know so very well that you ought to move, that you should get out of the room and back downstairs where it's busy and you don't feel the faint sensation of worrying that you'll be murdered. You don't though, it's as if your feet are firmly planted in that spot, like you want to see just why you're feeling this particular way. After what feels like an eternity you feel the air around you shift, a small gust of warmth pass by your back and that is the cue for your body to finally turn around. What you see when you turn around shocks you to your very core and makes you think you've got to be hallucinating.
It's like you've seen a ghost when you realize who you're staring at in the darkness of the room. There's always been whispers that Elvis is actually still alive, that he's alive and the person who's been recording the music and performing shows was still him. After all, despite so much information about his relationship with his manager coming out there was no lawsuit coming from the family and that had to mean he was alive. Looking at the man in front of you, looking at the parts you can see of his face that aren't obscured by a half mask over his face- you think they might be right just not in the way everyone assumed. After all, if you take off the mask, the man in front of you looks like he hasn't aged a day since about 1972 or maybe 1974.
Your parents had pictures of him plastered among the walls of your childhood home so you're familiar with the shape of his jaw, his nose and those eyes- those stunning blue eyes. You're familiar with all the facial features that make up one Elvis Presley and seeing them up close and personal as opposed to on stage? There's no mistaking who's in front of you. It's Elvis fucking Presley in the flesh, looking nowhere near the almost 60 he should be. His eyes though- the eyes you're looking at are just as stunning as the blue ones you've always heard about but you can see a hint of what looks like red in the pupil. It confuses you enough to have you moving closer to him to investigate. He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"That's new. Most of ya jus' hide and run away like scared cats." He huffs, allowing you to step closer and peer at his eyes.
"Do I seem like most people, Elvis?" You ask, you accent thickening as your hand against your will finds its way to his mask-covered cheek in an effort to pull him closer, only to have him practically snarl at you and grab your wrist.
"Do that and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth." His warning is accompanied by his eyes narrowing and his canines finding themselves on full display, showing you just how dangerous he could be. Yet, you find yourself raising your own eyebrows.
"Ya mean like you've done with a lot of my former coworkers?" It's suddenly making sense, how a lot of the times girls who went up here wouldn't come back and would suddenly have family emergencies. "Ya said it yourself, most of us jus' hide and run away. Do I look scared?"
The laugh that leaves his mouth sounds downright evil and sinister, like he truly is a devil waiting to ruin anyone who comes near him and you can't help the rush of arousal and fear that shudders through your system. His grip tightens on your wrist. "Oh, darlin'. Ya don't look it but that heart o' yours. Oh, she's betrayin' ya like nothin' else. Tellin' me you want to bolt like a lil scared bunny."
You hate how you swear you can feel your heart jump at those words, proving him right in the worst sort of way. You want to argue with him, want to tell him that his hearing must be going off and he's hearing someone else's heartbeat but you know better- you know from the glint you see in his eyes that there isn't a chance for that lie to fly. Instead you purse your lips and move to pull your wrist out of his grasp. "I haven't yet. And ya haven't tried to kill me yet."
His grip loosens but he takes the opportunity to pull you closer just enough so when he leans forward his lips are brushing your ear as his whisper is practically a short brush of air against it. "Yet." Finally, he lets go of your wrist and steps away from you, his eyes darting to the tray you brought. "All in one piece. You are better than the rest of 'em."
If anyone else were to say that, if you had heard it from an Elvis that looked the age he was supposed to be and didn't look like Dracula you might have preened, enjoying the compliment for what it was. Hearing it from him? Hearing it from a man who you feel will murder you the second you turn your back? All that accomplishes is making you shiver in fear. When you look at his face you see a grin that tells you that's exactly what he wanted to see.
You realize in that moment that you need to leave, you don't know if Elvis is planning on trying to hurt you or if he's just toying with you. Either way it's- it sets you on edge enough that your feet that had seemingly forgotten how to move manage to remember how as you turn away from Elvis, not bothering to give him a response beyond what your body had already inadvertently done.
"There we go, there's that runnin' I'm used to." Elvis chuckles, allowing you to move further away from him slowly inching to the door. "Even if ya practically movin' slow as molasses. Scared but bein' smart 'bout it, ain't cha?"
An answer dances on the tip of your tongue, a joke or a quip about how you'd be a fool to turn your back on a predator or to bolt from a predator. Either way you'd be seen as his prey and arguably easy prey at that. The answer dies on your lips as you feel a rush of air by you and see Elvis opening and holding the door to his room open for you. His grin looks full of promise and is all teeth in a way that sets you on edge.
"Go on, darlin', I'll let ya go. Ain't like I can't find ya 'round here." His eyes rake over your form and you'd think you'd be disgusted as you normally are when someone looks at you like that. Instead you have to suppress the shiver of something that passes through you. "'Specially if ya do that."
You don't dignify his words with a response as you exit hearing some whisper of the word fun and a dark laugh. If the speed of your steps increase once the door shuts. Well, that was your own business between you and whatever God saw fit to abandon you just a bit ago.
As it turns out Elvis is a very persistent man- a fact not tempered and instead heightened by the years he's lived. True to his word, he did know exactly where to find you though actually meeting up with you seemed to be beyond his reach. No, instead you found yourself being bombarded with gifts. Gifts you'd think Elvis couldn't provide and yet there they were. You wondered just how he was getting these things to you but the thought didn't fill you with any sort of delight so you chose not to dwell. It all comes to a head when before your shift one night there was a new outfit on your doorstep. A simple red blouse with a black pinstripe skirt. That in and of itself wouldn't be a problem and yet the true issue was the note.
Took a guess on your size, lil Bunny. You can tell me if I'm right tonight after my show.
It is your size and you have idea how he could tell that let alone how he knew these were your favorite colors and that you favored pinstripes for your dresswear. If you dwell on it for too long some sense of fear and flattered feelings settle deep within your stomach.
The only reason you wear the outfit is because every other work appropriate outfit you have is currently in the wash. A fact that is true purely due to your own laziness and is something you want to curse yourself for. You consider actually going to the show, entirely aware that you could but you're loath to give him the satisfaction. Instead you wait until around the time the show ends to make your way to his room utilizing your ability to have extra keys of rooms to make your way inside. He's not there yet so you sit in a chair and wait in the dark. Dramatic, yes, but you figure it seemed fitting given the circumstances. Perhaps he might even respect the flourish of it, the flourish of you waiting for his own dramatic person in the dark as if he couldn't rip your throat out in an instant.
You almost doze off waiting for him but when he finally arrives he opens his door with a sigh, completely ignoring you before he walks slowly over to you, silent as a church mouse. He opens his mouth to say something as his teeth glitter in the light of the strip coming from the window but you cut him off.
"Is this all supposed to charm me?" A simple question but one that has him chuckling lowly as you try and get up only to be stopped by his hand on your shoulder.
"It working?" His eyes zero in on your skirt before he shrugs. "Fits you like a damn glove. Knew I guessed right."
"You guessed-" You try and take his hand off your shoulder before realizing it only makes him push down just that little bit harder. "I didn't ask for clothes or jewelry or- for you to even still be trying to talk to me. What do you even want from me? My blood?"
"If I wanted to suck ya dry of all your blood, I'd've done it already darlin'. Nah, that'd be a damn waste of a spitfire like ya." Elvis murmurs as his eyes trace your form. "Think we'll have more fun with you alive and me alive as I'll ever be. 'Less ya gonna tell me you've gotta death wish."
You scoff at him, your lips curling up into a sneer. "I didn't even know ya were honestly still alive, what makes ya think ya were a part of any death wish I might have?"
"The fact that your heart insists on goin' a mile a minute 'round me. Or when you shivered like ya did. Might not have realized I was 'round but now that ya do-" His tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Think ya'd enjoy dyin' with me drainin' the life from ya."
You shouldn't think the idea is enjoyable but you can't help the way your legs reflexively clench together. "Mr. Pres-"
"Elvis. Lil bunny, lil spitfire of a woman. You were waitin' f'me in the dark. Could've rushed in 'n torn out that pretty lil throat of yours 'fore I realized it was you. And wouldn't that've been a cryin' shame. Waste of a woman like ya."
It's flattering the way he calls you a spitfire and the way he leans close to you whispering it to you like a long lost lover. You reason your reaction stems from not being intimate with anyone for a while but truly perhaps it just is Elvis's natural charm. A shake of your head is all you manage to do before clearing your throat to speak. "Elvis. That- That was the point not- Ya needed to be caught off guard. Startled. And-"
The laugh he lets out is low and mocking. "Oh darlin' you wanted to surprise a vampire. You- God, you're somethin' else. Maybe- Stay here tonight. Don't got plans, know that."
The unfortunate truth of the matter that he's correct. You don't have plans but spending the night and staying there with him has you shaking your head once again. That is the exact opposite of anything you want to do. "No. Find- They'll send up another girl if ya ask them to or have- I don't know, I'm not staying here tonight."
His hand that's been on your shoulder moves to your neck and traces the lines of it gently as he leans forward and lets a nail act almost as if he's going to prepare it to be pierced by his teeth. "Not even if I have somethin' to tell ya. Somethin' interestin'?"
Your face perks up for a moment at the thought of just what he might want to tell you before you frown. "Not even- I want to go home Mr-"
"Elvis. Not. Mr. Presley. Not to ya." The words are growls in your ear and involuntarily your mouth opens up and lets out a soft whimper and whine. At the noise his hand moves to stroke your clavicle. "Just for tonight. Won't- Don't plan on doing what your body seems to want me t'do. Just wanna talk."
You use the fact that his hand isn't directly pushing you down to slip out of the chair. His eyes widen in shock before he moves to pull you into his arms. He doesn't bother to move fast, more preoccupied with seeing your reaction. You take a step or two back and he drops his arms to his side before motioning to the door. "'Nother night then, Y/N. 'Nother night." A beat. "I won't stop."
Whatever you want to say just comes out as a hiss of anger almost like you're a cat before you slink out the door. Once you're in the elevator you sink to the floor and try to steady your breathing, you try to tamp down on your arousal and try and ignore the part of your brain craving to find out just what he wanted to talk to you about.
That craving doesn't leave you and if you didn't know any better you'd think it was supernatural the way it worms its way into your mind and settles in popping up at the worst possible times. It only takes a week before you find yourself waiting for him in the dark again, wearing a pinstripe pair of pants and the red blouse he had given you. You don't mean to fall asleep waiting for him this time but you do, only to wake up when you feel the presence of something staring at you. By this point his show had been over for an hour and he's in a robe that looks- soft. "Rise n' shine, lil bunny."
You scramble a bit, shocked and mortified that you fell asleep before you look at Elvis who is just sitting casually as can be in a chair next to yours. Your eyes drift over him before you bite your lip. "I'm only here to- I want to know what ya were going to tell me last week. And I want ya to stop- I want to not have a bunch of gifts every day."
His shoulders move in a shrugging motion before he shakes his head. "I got no problem tellin' ya about it, but 'less you're gonna help, ya still gonna get the gifts."
"Why do ya- I don't want- That's not how you charm someone into helping ya." You cycle through words faster than you mean to, more confused than anything else at what he's saying. "What do ya even need my help for?"
It's a valid question, you figure, after all he's a vampire and you are still very much a human but he hums, waving off the question before moving his chair to face you and to essentially pin you into being stuck in your own chair. "It's how I figure you'll be charmed." He pauses. "Lil outta practice wit' th'other one. As for what I need ya help for-" He trails off and pulls off the mask obscuring part of his face to reveal a burn scar that is noticeable enough to have you gasping. "Need ya to help me avoid doin' this again. Don't feel like burnin' up like that on the other side. Let alone anywhere else."
Several moments pass before you finally find the words to articulate your question that aren't just straight confused noises. "Are ya asking me to help ya set fire to something?" He cannot be asking you to do that. You have to be dead and this is just a very vivid post death hallucination.
For his part Elvis nods slowly, looking you dead in the eye with the most laconic face as he answers you. "I'm askin' ya t'help me set fire to this place."
"The hotel?" Your tone shifts up about 2 octaves and you swear your voice just whistles instead of actually speak. "Where I work? Where you perform?"
That same laconic look doesn't leave Elvis's face. "The one I tried to set fire to in '81 only to burn half my face? That very one, lil bunny."
You can't help but laugh though it's not something normal and sensible that comes out of your mouth. No, it's a high pitched mildly terrified giggle that leaves your mouth. He's- He is asking you to commit arson with him. To help him set fire to a place he's performed at since the 1970s. That you work at. He cannot be serious. "You're- You're joking. I- I have Elvis Presley who is apparently a vampire stalking me so that I can help him set fire to a hotel because you fucked up the first time?"
The giggle is still there before his hand darts out and wraps around your throat, tightening just slightly. "Keep laughin' lil one. Keep laughin' and I'll rip that throat clean out. Won't even be recognizable."
His hand steals your breath away from you as you try to take a breath only to have him tighten it more. He- He won't kill you, you don't think, this is just to scare you, to make you want to do what he's asking for but your vision is starting to blur just a bit and you can't help the way your eyes are starting to roll back in your head before suddenly you can breathe. You cough a little violently as air rushes back into your lungs before you glare at him, pushing the chair back in order to stand up. "You keep threatening to kill me, ya sure ya want my help? I don't- I'm leaving. This is a joke. You're a joke just like ya were-"
In a rush Elvis has you pulled tightly to his chest, his arms snaking around you and tightening like a python. "Stopped being a joke the second this happened to me don't- Heard enough of that from all those goddamn tabloids and from the reports of my death."
You're going to die, this is how you're going to die. Not by starvation or homelessness or by some madman murdering you on the streets. No, you're going to die because a man who was a has been before he became a vampire and is even more of one now despite three more albums under his belt and another Grammy for that eighties gospel album. Still you have to fight him, he's not- if he wants your help he won't kill you. You're- he's obsessed with you, isn't he? Wants your help that bad?
"Elvis, I think you're just a lonely scared little boy in a man's- excuse me- vampire's body." You snarl, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, as if you have any chance of winning against a vampire with superhuman strength. As if you'd have any chance winning against him even if he was human. Elvis Presley never had been a small man and you had never been the strongest of women.
"And if I am? Ya gonna be my salvation? Gonna save me from this hell on Earth? This eternal damnation forced on me by a Dutch lyin' bastard?" He leans closer to you, his breath ghosting over your face, over your lips as he takes breaths he doesn't need to and as he watches your eyes have a fire in them that warms him from the inside out. "Gonna make me feel better about it, darlin'? Ya really think ya good enough t'do that? That I like ya 'nough for that t'work?"
"Ya haven't killed me yet." You spit at him, just narrowly avoiding actually spitting on him. "I'm still alive and ya seem pretty damn obsessed with getting me of all the people in this town to help ya. So, yes, I think ya like me just enough."
At your words Elvis's grip on you loosens and he steps back like you burned him for a moment before he practically hisses at you. "'m only obsessed 'cause ya seem like the only person who could do it." A beat and something flashes in his blue and red tinged eyes. "And ya- yer from home." Memphis is what he means but he doesn't think to clarify. He takes a step forward and grabs at your chin even as you let out a snarl of your own. "Ya hate this place as much as I do. And think ya'd like seein' it burn down 'round ya. Don't lie. Can tell if ya do."
A quick dart of your eyes to the side is all the answer you can give for a moment as you try to compose yourself. "Doesn't mean I wanna help ya. Doesn't mean I'm gonna help ya."
For the briefest of moments, Elvis looks human and looks like a little boy when he looks at you. He's- You recognize the look, it's almost practically begging. "Please. This place- it ain't good for anyone. Me, especially but can't tell me it's done a bit of good for anyone other than who owns it."
He's right, as much as you loathe to admit it and it shows in how you purse your lips. "I'm not- I ain't agreeing to this, but tell me just what your hairbrained plan is."
As it turns out, Elvis's plan takes until the break of dawn to explain and two orders of room service delivered by one man who goes back downstairs and a woman who- well, served as Elvis's food until she fell limp in arms. There was something enrapturing about watching the act, watching how her mouth contorted into one of pleasure as she came in his arms before you could slowly see the life drain from her until his mouth came off her neck with a pop and a squelch. When he looks at you his lips are covered in her blood and he can't help but give you a toothy grin. "Sounds like you're jealous of her and me. Can't risk killing ya but maybe- maybe soon lil one."
That morning you call in and dream of his lips against your neck and of the pleasure he'd give you because- he doesn't want to kill you. You'd just get all the joys of being fed from but none of the tragedy. If you avoid him that night, you blame it on your shift. He doesn't call you out on the lie.
Planning arson between two people, one of whom has a larger bank account but can't leave his residence and the other who has a smaller bank account but can roam as she pleases is harder than one would think. Yet you both persevere, meeting up every other night to gather the items needed. What's been tripping you up for ages has been the floor plans and it shows in how you've been getting snappier with Elvis each passing meeting. He gives back in spades, somehow being worse than he was your first and second meetings but tonight- tonight he seems a little melancholy and a melancholy Elvis is a very human Elvis and one you find- one you could see a future with perhaps. A twisted one but one that flutters into your brain on nights you can't sleep or nights you can sleep despite dreams of the two of you mouths red and snarling as you feed.
"At this point ya might as well kill me." Your accent has been returning with a vengeance the more time you spend with Elvis any acting classes you had to train it out of you falling by the wayside. "We ain't gonna find a proper floor plan and without that we can't-"
"Y/N." His tone is laced with a warning- don't test him, not tonight. "I got time- wanna get this done but 'nother week ain't gonna hurt."
"Says the man who hasn't fed from me and is gonna live forever." Your eyes are blazing when you look at him before you continue. "I wanna get this over with. Wanna have- Wanna see if you'll do somethin' if we get it done."
Elvis's eyes narrow looking at you for a moment before he rubs his hand over his mouth. "Oh. That's- Lil Bunny. That's the problem? Ya want me t'do somethin' to ya? Have my wicked way with ya?"
You can feel your heartbeat rushing in your ears before you can even articulate an answer. "That's not- Ya keep looking at me. Like- like I'm someone ya might wanna- No, I don't."
"Ya do." He moves to lean over your chair, putting your face at eye level with his chest. "Ya wanna know what it's like to be in my bed. Wanna know what it's like to please me."
You do, lord above you do. You're essentially committing a crime for him and for what? For the pleasure of knowing you've set fire to a horrible hotel? That you've freed him from this place? For nothing that gives you any satisfaction. "Is that so wrong? Ya won't kill me when there's a line of bodies I can probably trace back to your first year as a vampire. Ya won't feed from me because then where's your help for this silly scheme. Ya won't fuck me because-"
"Listen darlin, honey, satnin. I- I get a lil lonely up here. I know what ya gonna say- jus' leave but you've seen how it is." Seen how he can't leave the room for fear someone's going to actually realize that he's Elvis Presley and not some impersonator. Seen how people already mock the fact that he's still around- after all hadn't you? Seen how he looks out at the view of Vegas, almost wistful when he thinks you're not looking. "I haven't killed ya but- you're- ya remind me of how I was. Always been- the way I am but not not like this. Don't feel like ruinin' it is all."
His hand reaches out to touch your face and it's so gentle that you can't help but nuzzle into it and take a quick inhale of breath. "Elvis."
He hums, noting how your eyes shut and for the briefest of moments he remembers what it was like to have someone whisper his name like that. Like a prayer you're scared will float away and fail if you say it too loud. He's missed that, he's missed so much of what it was like to be human, to be able to live freely even if back in the day his freedom still had him confined. You just look so sweet nuzzling his palm, acting as if you're the love of his life, acting as if you belong there. Maybe that's why he had been cursed otherwise he doubts he would have made it to this decade or at least made it to this decade in a state you might have wanted him in. "Y/N?"
"Why are you being like this?" You whisper, still nuzzling at his palm. "You- From the stories I've heard you're- you've never been a completely good man. I haven't seen you be a good man."
Another hand, his free hand moves to cup the opposite side of your face and forces you to look up at him. His eyes always such a stormy blue with that ring of red since you came across him have taken on a lighter hue and it takes your breath away as you feel his thumbs stroke your cheek. "Haven't had a reason t'be one. Look where it got me, satnin. Haven't pushed ya away yet, maybe you're- maybe you're the thing to settle this violent angry head of mine. So pretty- so gentle when ya wanna be. Let me take care of ya, hm?"
His hand moves away from you and you chance it almost in a trance before you look at him and bite your lip. "Take care of me?" The subtext is clear as your heart starts to race and your legs clench together.
What was the harm in treating you tonight? Maybe it would give you the right incentive to find the floor plans, to look harder than you had been. Maybe that was the real trouble you were having. You were too distracted by your desire and want for him. His hand moves down to your chest, undoing the buttons of your blouse slowly. "Take care of ya. Jus' for tonight."
That night you find yourself gasping for air, screaming his name, arching your back and snarling all at once. You find that when you leave you play with the bite mark on your breast and shudder remembering his words said against your ear more than once. "Might make ya mine if ya do well enough."
It still takes another two weeks to get the floor plans, the proper up to date ones. Two weeks of finding yourself in Elvis's bed with him teasing you and making promises about his plans for you and him. But, as it turns out someone had been wanting to get a room at the hotel and well, you did work the front desk so you could handle getting them some accommodations for a fee of course. Elvis wastes no time in opening up the plans when you arrive that night with them in your hand, holding a bottle of champagne for you and the number of someone you had met on the bus for Elvis to enjoy his own drink. After she's on the floor and you're nursing your second flute of champagne you feel Elvis behind you wrapping his strong arms around your middle and pulling you close.
"Gonna turn ya when it's all ash. Won't be stuck here any longer, can do what I want again. Take ya all around the world." He whispers against the shell of your ear, nipping once he reaches your earlobe. "You're gonna look so fuckin' gourgous feedin'. Vicious as ya are. Ya did so good bringin' me dinner too. Wish I coulda shared her wit' ya. Soon, lil Bunny, soon."
There's an alarm in your head that goes off at those words, at the way he coos them while holding you. They feel off- fake somehow and you down that second glass the moment he lets go of you. Had- You knew very well he wasn't a nice man, you've known this from the second you first spoke but he- there's no way he has any intention of changing you. He might be obsessed with you but that's because you've been the only person who can handle herself well enough to do this, hadn't it? You were going to get him to the finish line of burning down the hotel only to what burn with it yourself? Take the fall for a dead man? You file away the thoughts in your head for a later moment, if you thought about them now Elvis would know.
You smile at him almost saccharine. "Ya mean it? I'll be your vicious lil vampire queen?"
He grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss not caring that he still has a trace of blood on his lips. "The second it's up in smoke. Promise."
Liar.
Las Vegas in August is disgusting, better than some places in the United States, but it's still hotter than Hades and feels nearly as suffocating despite the lack of humidity. A fact you keep pointing out to Elvis as you both hold small cans of gas.
"Should've killed ya like the res' of 'em. No one would've missed ya. Jus' another lil' girl in Vegas runnin' 'round thinkin' she could make it big." You see a flash of his teeth and you figure it's supposed to scare you but at this point you like to think you know better.
"If ya killed me who would be helpin' ya right now?" The way you speak is practically a sneer but you can't help it, not with how he just somewhat threatened to kill you. "Hurry up, people are going to start coming back and I don't-"
"It's 11PM and they're in Vegas the hell are they-" He starts before he starts to trot off to the area he's most familiar with- the stages. "Meet me by the damn elevator."
An eye roll is the only response he gets as he leaves you to your own thoughts as you pour the can of gasoline in a line between the already waiting containers of it. If all goes well the walls of fire you and Elvis hope to create will have the entire building up in smoke in no time at all. It makes it so you both have to be quick on each floor but you had taken precautions for this. You knew every way to get down the floors as quickly as you could and Elvis wouldn't leave you behind. After all, he kept talking about his lil' spitfire queen. Kept cooing the words at you in between planning and buying the gas and finding yourself spread across his sheets or above him.
And yet something felt different, you had that same feeling you did when he talked about how gorgeous you'd look feeding. It felt off. You try to shake the feeling away as you two reach the top of the building, his penthouse suite and cover it in extra gasoline. He wanted every bit of this room demolished, nothing salvageable but to do that you are currently feeling faintly high on the sheer amount of gasoline in the room and wondering just how no embers from the cigar he just lit have fallen yet. You almost miss the words he says when he looks over at you. "Ready to run?"
A shrug is your only answer before you try and take a deep breath. "Get in the elevator first, then toss it."
He obliges, letting you go first with a flourish that rather than delight you has your hackles raising. "Ladies first."
Elvis Presley used to be a gentleman. Elvis Presley is not a gentleman any more.
Right before the doors to the elevator close Elvis tosses his cigar between the door and as they shut you feel the rush of heat from the roaring blast it caused. This is the only floor you have to take the elevator for and it makes each consecutive floor easier. You both light a cigar and toss before running to the next floor, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat even as Elvis pulls you in for a harsh kiss his eyes blazing in the fire he had started with his cigar, looking practically manic with delight. The fire brings out the red in his eyes. It scares you.
"Calm down, Lil' Bunny. Almost there." He shouts practically sing songing the words as you rush down yet another flight of stairs to the second floor. "One more floor and you're mine. We'll be free. I'll be free."
There it is again, that nagging feeling that you're a means to an end for him. You brush it off one final time as you start to cough, the floors of smoke and blaring alarms of a sprinkler system that hasn't produced any water getting to you. "Jus' want this done, 'Vis."
Finally you reach the final floor, the bottom floor which is the most complicated. There's an extra exit, a fire exit in the stage area so you both agree that's the last room, that's the last place to be set ablaze and Elvis finds it almost poetic when he thinks about it. He stares at the doors for a moment before he enters with you, as if he thinks he has all the time in the world. He might, he might be able to run out of there fast enough but the smoke is starting to get to you and the heat from the blaze above and around you is making the area around you sweltering. "You said you'd turn me, Elvis. Once we get outside, right?" You have to shout before you cough over the roar of the blaze and how somehow it's starting blow toward you as you shut the door to leave you and him in the lone area not on fire yet.
The cigar in his mouth is lit and he contemplates knocking off the tip, letting it start to catch everything ablaze before he stops himself and nods. "Course, gonna do it the second you get some air in ya."
Your own cigar- the last cigar is lit and you're about to toss it before you stare at him, stare at him because that tone- that tone betrays his actual plan. "Why not now? I can- I can barely breathe in here, Elvis."
Those words have him tossing his cigar and have a whoosh of fire come up behind him as he walks towards you. "You'll be fine, lil spitfire. Y/N. You don't- Patience. Don't wanna rush forever."
Your mind goes blank as you drop the cigar you were holding and have to jump out of the way as a bit of fire starts to separate you and Elvis. He glances at the fire and growls, realizing he's very quickly going to be boxed in before he wooshes to a spot next to you. "Tryin' to kill me? 'Cause I won't-"
A crash can be heard of a bit of wood falling onto the stage and you jump before you cut him off. "Because you're not plannin' on it. Ya gonna- You're plannin' on killin' me, aren't ya?"
"Eatin' ya, actually. It's what ya wanted back when ya first saw me eat. Wanted to be fucked then sucked. I fucked ya now-" His words are cut off with a slap that he allows you to do because it gives him the ability to grab at your wrist. "Loose end, lil one. Either you go down for this or ya die. Gave ya the more pleasurable option."
"While telling me you were going to change me!" You snarl half running toward the door even as you inhale another bit of smoke causing you to cough more. "You- You've been usin' me this whole damn time! I- you said you'd make me your little queen."
He's faster and he has you pinned up against a wall as he feels the flames starting to inch toward you both and as you keep swallowing more and more smoke. "Ya called me a damn has been and a joke. Darlin' ya don't wanna spend eternity wit' me, ya jus' wanna run around spending an eternity doing whatever the hell ya want to do. Ain't gonna give ya something you think is a gift."
"You- I'm- I can't breathe." You choke out as you try and take deep breaths only to realize that the room is filling with grey smoke. He's fine because he doesn't need to breathe but you- you need air.
"Shame I didn't change ya before. Didn't give ya what ya wanted to use me for. Don't care 'bout me. Lil Memphis spitfire don't care 'bout the thing everyone loves 'bout the place. No wonder your mama and daddy don't want ya to come back." His tone is mocking as he keeps you pinned to the wall, despite inching himself closer to the door. He was going to escape and you were going to die by smoke inhalation if the fire didn't kill you first.
A breath of air enters your lungs suddenly as you find that Elvis lets you go, a bit of the fire catching onto his pant leg right as he reaches the door with you. You seize the opportunity and hit at the door with your body, trying to force it open as he steps on the offending burning fabric. even as another crash can be heard on the stage and you see more and more paint chips fluttering around both of you, or maybe that's ash you've never seen a fire this big. The door finally flings open and more fresh air for your lungs and to feed the fire. Elvis whooshes over to you and attempts to block your way out but for once you have the upper hand, managing to be on the outside of the building while Elvis is still just barely in there. He realizes his mistake, realizes what you just very well might do to him in an instant.
"Lil Bunny- I'll- Don't be rash. I'll do it. I'll do what I said I would." He coos even as the fire rushes around him, his hair becoming more messed up the more he stands there. His face getting more ashes on it the longer he stands there.
"Liar. Liar." You tilt your head and move to push him inside. "Pants on fire."
His eyes look down thinking you're telling him his pants are literally on fire and you take that as your opportunity to shut the door, locking it in a way only you know how. Within a moment he starts to push at the door.
"Y/N!" He shouts through the door. "I'll do it, just let me outta here! I'm- Ya don't want this on your conscious! I wasn't gonna kill ya! Baby- Darlin- Lil Bunny, let me out!"
"Not gonna believe a lyin' dead man, Presley!" You shout, knowing that you sound insane before you start to move away because he's right you don't want that on your conscious. You hear him shouting promises you doubt he'll keep and feel the fresh bite he had made on your chest burn as you walk away but you're able to fake being a victim among the crowd, the ashes covering your face and the way you keep coughing as the building burns and as you swear you hear a series of Southern curses in the wind.
The bite scars over and aches from time to time.
They don't find his body. You try and not let it keep you up at night.
#elvis presley x reader#elvis presley angst#elvis presley fanfic#elvis presley x y/n#elvis presley#austin elvis x reader#austin butler elvis x you#austin butler elvis#austin butler elvis x reader#austin elvis angst#austin elvis x you#vampire elvis#austin elvis x y/n#austin butler elvis fanfic#elvis presley fanfiction#ally writes
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I have another angsty idea for you.
It’s a replaced!AU. But the twist is that the new exchange student isn’t evil or anything.
It’s just that when they arrived, the brothers drifted towards them, leaving MC behind.
And so, one night MC goes to the black lake to just sit down and think about the past.
I got the idea by listening to Heather by Conan Gray
Why, I was literally just getting over the au-
I shall make it the student x mc just for mine and y’all’s comforts-
HOW BAD WERE WE
HEATHER
Genre: Angst to fluff, Replaced! Mc au
Ships: exchange student x mc, brothers x mc, dateables x mc
Warnings: angst, being left behind, abandonment, being neglected, if I left something let me know please <33
You walked to the little lake that was meant to be your little spot you always walked to when you felt overwhelmed and sad and this? This was one of those moments where you felt drained, emotionally and physically and mentally. You grabbed your phone and selected a song that was your comfort song, plugged in your headphones and put them in your ear and closed your eyes and started singing.
I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you
Only if you knew how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as she
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die
It all started three months ago. Diavolo had announced the arrival of a new student whose name was Heather. They had peach skin, mesmerising brown eyes and pink lips and a smile that shone brighter than the sun. They had freckles all over their face and always wore comfortable and cozy clothes. You remembered their smile, that was directed at you, oh how beautiful… I guess the everyone else liked them too….
You slowly felt left out. It was always
“sorry Mc, I have plans with heather”,
“if you have something say it fast Mc, I need to spend time with heather”, or
“Isn’t heather just adorable Mc?”
“They are so much more nice and fun”
“They are so pleasant to read with”
“I’m going to sleep with heather for the night Mc, you don’t mind right? Of course you don’t”
“Actually I’m taking heather to the new restaurant Mc, I’ll take you later”
“Isn’t heather amazing Mc? I wish I summoned them here before!”
“How’s everything heather? Is Mc treating you right?”
“You make just the perfect person for these potions heather”
“You are so nice to talk to heather”
“Let’s go bake some treats heather! Oh, I’ll bake with you later Mc.”
You closed your eyes and let the tears flow through, people were staring, possibly with pity but you didn’t care. You continued letting your feelings out as you sang with the music.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather
Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die
You felt broken, to say the least, it was hard watching your favourite people drift away from you. Did they even love you? Were you nothing but a passing fancy for them? A truck where they could unload all their mistakes on? Maybe you were. You tried to remember all those happy memories but all you remembered were the ones where you suffered for them. Were you even happy at all? You wiped your tears and looked up at the sky. It looked like it was about to rain. It was then a certain person joined you.
“You know it’s about to rain, right?” “Why do you care?” “Cause i care about you? Isn’t that obvious?” “Whatever” you rolled your eyes at them. “Hey, are you crying?” “No.” “Mc, please talk to me…” “can’t you go? Everyone might be worried since their “golden human” is missing” “actually, they were worried about you mc.” “Bullshit.” Heather sat behind you and hugged you. “Let me be won’t you?” “No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” You merely sniffed and looked into the river. “I guess you don’t wanna talk…. Here, let me share my coat with you.” “Do as you wish.”
You both just stared into the river as the song played in the background. Heather looked at you every now and then with pure concern in their eyes. They hugged you closer as the rain fell on both of you. “I’m sorry.” “Hmm?” “It’s because of me isn’t it…. All this is happening just because I arrived… you feel left out, you feel used because of me isn’t it?” You stayed quiet. They merely hugged you and tucked your head under their chin. “I just wanted to get to know you Mc. Not them.” “Huh?” “Yea, I liked you and I still do. Infact, I think I like you even more now, will you….” You looked up and pressed a light kiss to their lips. “I like you too. Ever since you came… guess I was mad as I felt left behind I guess.” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should’ve talked to you…” “it’s fine. Let’s just forget this. Forget them.” “True. Let’s be with each other instead.” They said and smiled down at you. “By the way, you have a really nice voice” “you heard?” “Of course, everyone did. Even made some people shed a tear or two.” “Wow.” “So… wanna go back home?” “No. I want to be away from them for the moment.” “I understand.” And like that you both stayed in the rain, while the song played in the background.
I wish I were Heather
(Oh, oh)
Wish I were Heather
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were...
#obey me x mc#obey me#<33#answers#asmodeus#barbatos#beezlebub#belphegor#diavolo#Solomon#Simeon#Luke#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#Satan#obey me angst#replaced mc au#obey me replaced mc au
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here's my list of show tunes from several musicals that vaguely relate to shuake/persona 5 no one asked for
from Percy Jackson:
Good kid (Akiren)
I never try to do anything
I never mean to hurt anyone
I try, I try to be a good kid
A good kid
A good son
But no one ever will take my side
All I ever do is take the fall
I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid
Guess I'm good for nothing at all
(...)
And all I need is one last chance
To prove I'm good enough for someone
I'm good enough for someone
Good Kid reprise (Akechi to Akiren)
I did everything they ever asked, yeah I did
And for what?
You know this world will never be ours
As long as our parents rule over the stars
So I'll do anything
I don't care if I hurt anyone
It doesn't pay to be a good kid
A good kid, a good son
Son of Poseidon (Akira while facing yaldy)
Seems my good intentions
Always crash and burn
Everything I try to do will fail
Never once will I prevail
Going wrong at every turn
My Grand Plan (Makoto)
Always been a smart girl
Always made the grade
Always got the gold star
I've always been a smart girl
But "smart girl" only gets a girl so far
You win at every single game
You want a quest they tell you tough
If you don't go you'll never know
If you'll ever be good enough
from Dear Evan Hansen:
Requiem (Haru about Akechi)
Why should I play this game of pretend?
Remembering through a secondhand sorrow
(...)
Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep
No one lights a candle to remember
No, no one mourns at all
When they lay them down to sleep
So, don't tell me that I didn't have it right
Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white
After all you put me through
Don't say it wasn't true
That you were not the monster
That I knew
Waving Through a Window (Mishima)
I've learned to slam on the brake
Before I even turn the key
Before I make the mistake
Before I lead with the worst of me
Give them no reason to stare
No slipping up if you slip away
So I got nothing to share
No, I got nothing to say
from Wicked:
What is This Feeling? (Akechi about Akiren)
What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling
My face is flushing
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?
Yes
Loathing!
Unadulterated loathing
For your face, your voice, your clothing
(...)
There's a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It's so pure, so strong
from Hamilton:
Wait for it (Akechi about Akiren)
Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes, and it takes, and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it
(...)
Hamilton Kurusu doesn't hesitate
He exhibits no restraint
He takes, and he takes, and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway
He changes the game
He plays and he raises the stakes
And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive
Then, goddammit, I'm willing to wait for it
from Heathers:
Dead Girl Walking (reprise) (Akiren about Akechi)
I wish your mom had been a little stronger
I wish she had stayed a little longer
I wish your dad were good
I wish grown ups understood
I wish we had met before
They convinced you life is war!
I wish you'd come with me
I am Damaged (Akechi to Akiren)
I am damaged, far too damaged
But you're not beyond repair
Stick around here
Make things better
Cause you beat me fair and square
(...)
I'll trade my life for yours
And when I disappear
Clean up the mess down here
bonus
from The Greatest Showman:
Rewrite the Stars (au of misguided Akiren trying to convince Akechi to take Maruki's deal)
Akiren:
You claim it's not in the cards
And fate is pulling you miles away
And out of reach from me
But you're here in my heart
So who can stop me if I decide
That you’re my destiny?
What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing could keep us apart
You'd be the one I was meant to find
It's up to you, and it's up to me
No one can say what we get to be
So why don't we rewrite the stars?
Maybe the world could be ours tonight
Akechi:
None can rewrite the stars
How can you say you’ll be mine?
Everything keeps us apart
And I'm not the one you were meant to find
(I'm not the one you were meant to find)
It's not up to you, it’s not up to me
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Hello Kan! Anything you want to infodump about? XD
alskdjfhg thank you so much for asking omg (no pressure to read btw I got kinda carried away lmao)
yes so i watched the heathers movie for the first time in a while with a friend yesterday, and it was frickin amazing i just love how christian slater (the actor who plays the psycho boyfriend jason dean) is just so jittery in his movements and creates a perfect balance of making you feel uneasy around him but also feel drawn in and want to know more about him. he really gives off a unstable, psychopathic vibe, especially at the end where he’s trying to blow up the school, but it’s also interesting to compare his performance with an actor from the musical version of heathers, particularly jamie muscato from the west end version of heathers. i am in love with jamie’s performance, he has the same shaky movements and hunched back as christian slater and also ryan mccartan from the off-broadway production of heathers, but what makes jamie’s performance so special is that even though he’s a psychopath, you can tell that he’s actually a teenager and still unsure in his movements, and this is really seen in meant to be yours because it’s like he’s switching back and forth of two different personalities in the show, sometimes being just an anxious young boy who’s lost in his world, as he paces around and pulls at his shirt, hunching over while making jerky movements and furrowing his eyebrows. i guess in a way this isn’t very comparable to christian slater who doesn’t have to sing a song in the heathers movie, but i just wanted to talk about how amazing i think jamie is at performing, especially as he often gets overlooked for his weird accent (he puts on a strange mish-mash of american accents to show how much he’s been moved around in his life that he hasn’t even developed one singular accent), and the fact that a lot of the heathers musical fandom don’t really like the west end version of heathers anyway, just because it’s not the same as the original off-broadway one.
um yeah thank you if you got this far, thanks so much for the ask eli!!!
#eli tag#haha i was meant to be getting ready for a shower#totally worth it tho#this was honestly so exhilarating#i should infodump more#heathers#heathers the musical#christian slater#jamie muscato#ryan mccartan
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Happy Holidays! Here's The Bowuigi Medley!
(SoundCloud Link)
I've done it! I've created a (mostly) Mario medley based entirely on Bowuigi.
Heads Up: While putting this together, I realized this medley gets a bit crunchy on mobile device speakers. I'd recommend use of headphones or a desktop or such to listen to this, if that option is available to you.
Clocking in at 6 minutes, it's not my longest medley, though I think it's the one I put the most thought into overall. There's a whole story outline in my mind, with acts and everything, that determined pretty much every detail of how this was put together. I won't be posting said 'story' here, though I'll likely be making a post of it soon (which I'll link here once I do).
There's multiple sections in here that I might end up isolating and extending into full pieces. I didn't expect Luigi's and Bowser's music to gel together as well as they did, though I guess the same could be said for the ship as a whole.
My next endeavor will probably be a winter-y themed medley of sorts. That was, as it happens, my original plan for a Christmas release, but Bowuigi took over my brain, so this ended up coming first.
I hope I've done the ship justice, and I hope you enjoy! And, once again, happy holidays! ☆
Credits and Tracklist are Below the Cut!
The Following Tracks Come from NinSheetMusic.
More specifically, the Super Mario, Paper Mario, and Mario Kart sections. Names/Links provided below for the people who made the sheet music I referenced.
Mario and Luigi's House, Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door - Sebastian
Luigi's Casino, Super Mario 64 DS - Don Valentino
Bowser Battle, Super Mario Bros 3 - The Deku Trombonist
Stage Clear (Slowed), Luigi's Mansion - Nacho2420
Luigi's Story, Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door - Sebastian
Luigi's Mansion, Mario Kart DS - Bloop
Angry Bowser, Paper Mario - Maelstrom
Bowser's Galaxy Generator, Super Mario Galaxy 2 - Purple1222119
Main Theme, Luigi's Mansion - Sebastian
Princess Peach is Rescued, Super Mario World - Sekter77
The Grand Finale/In The Final, Bowser's Inside Story - Rubikium
...honestly, NinSheetMusic is a stellar site for anyone looking to learn some Nintendo songs on piano (and even some non-Nintendo games!). They've got so much covered, it's insane. That sounds like a sponsor bit but I swear it's not.
The Following Come from MuseScore.
Names of the creators of the sheet music and links to said sheet music referenced are provided below.
Masochism Tango, Tom Lehrer - frejt
Bowser's Castle, Super Mario World - mielesgamesfa
Meant To Be Yours, Heathers: The Musical - tlee524
Tale As Old As Time, Beauty and the Beast - Michel Dikovec
Ghostly Galaxy, Super Mario Galaxy - XiaoMigros
Final Battle with Bowser, Super Mario Galaxy - XiaoMigros
Wedding Hall, Super Mario Odyssey - ethan0515
The Following Comes from a Very Shady PDF.
Seriously. I've linked the PDF just to give the credit where it's due, and generally the PDF itself is safe to view. However, near the top of the sheet there's a very shady link that I would not recommend clicking, as I have no clue where it actually goes if you let it load fully.
Love Story, Taylor Swift - Ludy
#bowuigi#bowluigi#bowser x luigi#luigi x bowser#bowser#luigi#mario movie#music#medley#original music#piano music#piano#mario music#super mario#nintendo#nintendo music#video game music#Posts from the Observatory#The Kitchen#The Bowuigi Medley Saga#has finally concluded
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I know you’re obsessed with Heathers musical so here is my idea you can share if you want to:
On derry school is gonna be a drama play, it’s the Heathers. Your Jane really love it and hopes she’ll get heather role and signs in not knowing Henry signed in as a joke.
When the teacher called in every kid that signed in, she saw him there and said to herself “god not this asshole again” and you know what’s more funny? Jane got heather role and Henry JD.
It’s my idea but I’ll leave it on you :3
Ok, i have like 3 other asks to answer (one is from 2 years ago, the person will be so stunned when I’ll answer…) but you’re tickling my brain with my obsessions, so here I am.
I mean… I don’t think it’s in character to play in a musical (and in a more me opinion : please people, don’t make teenagers play Heathers… dead girl walking dudes…)
Anyway, who cares about characterization tbh ? And chronology ? (first heather’s musical was like in… 2009/2010) (I do) (I like really are)(but I love play around with ooc)
That would be beautiful. (This is the promotion poster or something, I just wanted to try something)
Henry would never willingly play in a school play, even less in a musical, but when Jane got in, he said no guys was allowed to play her boyfriend, so he joined. He hated everything of that. Playing a guy who hasn’t a mother and has daddy issues ? That’s so unrealistic. Even more knowing the guy’s mom left because of the dad’s abuses… nonsense 🙄
Anyway, he was a good JD, surprisingly, he can sing. People fought for him to abandon the musical, i mean, he isn’t really popular… a bully with anger issues shouldn’t be allowed in school fun.
(First, the infamous open the door from meant to be yours, second is from dead girl walking (2) I mean, it’s obvious tho… the 3rd, freeze your brain and the last is in fight for me)
They changed their minds. Mostly the girls. Henry Ace ass wasn’t ready for the waves of fangirls coming from everywhere, the guy was just a jealous boyfriend, and ended up somewhat popular. His fav song of the musical is our love is god, and to play around, he sings it with Jane even after the last representation.
Jane tried only because she liked musicals. She thought she’d had a figurative role (she hoped saying « why don’t he date me » in beautiful) but ended with the main role.
(First one when playing dead girl walking, drunk Veronica sneaking in JDs bedroom, second Veronica who doesn’t know how to react when her bff fall in Heathers trap in candy store, 3rd you’re welcome. Last one, Veronica at the end. You’ll forgive the colors, I love how it turned out.)
They took off her glasses during the « makeover scene » in Beautiful, because you know, when you want to show a girl makeover in cinema (and musicals) you take off her glasses and put down her hair. It was Hard for Jane, since she can’t see shit without her glasses. She didn’t expected being able to be Veronica, but loved the experience. She loves the song you’re welcome, Ram and Kurt were lovely during the rehearsals, and were fun to be around (I know. If we’re talking about earlier heathers, it should be Blue and not You’re welcome. Well, I said fuck chronology, I prefer You’re welcome.) but her fav song to play was Fight for me.
Never mention dead girl walking in front of any of them. (Btw, did you hear the dead girl walking sang by ladybug and Luka ? Dude, it’s gold. I love them)
She would have loved playing Matilda (and being Matilda) in another school musical, and maybe it will happens. Henry in another hand said he would never do it again, even if she had to kiss a boy on stage. (But god… dead girl walking)
#it 2017#henry bowers#it stephen king#fanart#it fanfiction#Toziette#It x Heather#drawing#heathers#heathers au#veronica sawyer#jason dean#Jane Tozier
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You didn’t think much of Duke’s upcoming trip to Korea.
And from his attitude, you assumed he didn’t either.
Too easy smile paired with bright red eyes which gleamed under the light. Everything about him spoke the ease of someone waiting for a ride in the amusement park, not someone about to tread into uncharted territory.
“Let’s go on a date when I return,” Duke wraps a strand of your hair around his finger, turning it into a playful curl, “I have tickets to this play downtown. You'll like it."
"I didn't know you like watching plays." You feigned interest to appease him. "What it's about?"
"Guess~" He chimed playfully. "If you got it right, I'll give you a reward."
The idea was simply ludicrous. It was one thing if he was into plays before, this was another ordeal altogether. You didn't have the patience to play his little games, not at this moment anyway. So you deflected him with a pout and put on your best puppy dog eyes, "Ugh, how do you expect me to get it out of the blue? It's impossible."
It was thankfully a good move to make because your little protest had sparked a new interest in his eyes. That alone gave you a better leg up than expected. "How about this...? You can get ten guesses of what it's about, and if you get five guesses, I'll tell you what the title is," then with a mischievous grin, he added, "for each correct guess, I'll give you a kiss."
“Fine,” it didn’t stop your pouting but at least the game wasn’t rigged entirely in his favor, though you couldn’t help but think that this was an elaborate scheme for him to kiss you, “Is it drama?”
Duke laughed softly, “All plays are drama, that doesn’t count.”
You blew a raspberry at him, “Is it in modern setting?”
After brief contemplation, he nodded, “Yes, you can say that.”
The small victory had you made a little cheer. Before you could further mull over what his answer meant, however, Duke leaned over to you and pressed his lips on your forehead.
“That was one,” in front of your surprised blinking, he only chuckled, “I never said where I would kiss.”
“Cheeky,” you deadpanned at him before returning your previous task of guesswork. There was only so much you knew about plays. Having to narrow it down was not easy when Duke never gave you a hint to begin with. “Is it a musical?”
“Hmm,” Duke pretended to think it over this time, “yes.”
“Getting warmer!” You clapped in excitement. “Is it tragic?”
In response, he reached under your chin and lifted your face to meet his eyes. The only answer you got from him was two light pecks, one on each cheeks. “You’re on a roll,” he winked, “just two more.”
You pressed your lips together. A little giddy because of his affection, but more so because you managed to get more right than expected. Though, if you thought about it harder, Duke might have rigged it in your favour instead. That line of thinking was immediately shut down, however.
“Does it have romance?”
“Most plays have romance,” he tilted his head to the side, his smile amused, “doesn’t count.”
Slightly deflated by the sudden end to your streak of victory, you pouted again, “Does it set in a school?"
"So close," this time, Duke rewarded you with a kiss on your nose, "just one more guess."
At this end of the line, you couldn't help but want to make the final guess count. You ran your thoughts through the past guess you made, piecing the clues together to see whether it was something you already knew. "Hmm... wait, you think I will like it," you recalled suddenly, "is it Heathers?"
"And you got it right all by yourself too," he leaned over and kissed you sweetly on the lips, the softness of his actions left you tingling with affection, "I think you deserve the grand prize for that alone."
"Wait... you got us tickets to Heathers?" Immediately, your jubilance overloaded your other senses. You jumped up enthusiastically before putting your hand on his shoulder and pulling him back to you. "Duke!"
Your joy was contagious. Soon, even Duke joined in with your laughter while you peppered his face with kisses. The two of you finally calmed down with a final, lasting one on the lips. You could feel him smiling against yours, his adoration apparent.
"Mhm, I was doing this as a treat for your recent academic achievement," he mused, "but It seems like I'm the one who's getting rewarded instead."
You kissed him again, on the chin this time, "I'll save the rest for when you returned."
That alone had his eyes darkened with unspoken promise. "Can't wait." And from the way your chest swelled with affection, you couldn't wait either.
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Guys I saw Heathers The Musical again this evening and I can't stop thinking about being in the production as Veronica with Eddie as JD.
I was possessed and ended up drabbling, sorry for any errors. We're gonna say this is an au where Eddie finishes school and discovers that his love of theatrics and music gives him a passion for the theatre. Some spice below the cut right at the end so minors gtfo.
You're both crushing on each other, have been since you were first introduced as cast members and it SHOWS on that stage. All that flirting for Freeze Your Brain looks so natural because neither one of you can help but flirt with the other no matter if you're in or out of character. By the time you hit Dead Girl Walking neither of you know how much of it is acting anymore, you're desperate for each other but both refuse to take that step and potentially ruin the production. Each time he holds you on stage for Our Love Is God you're melting into him, his voice in your ear when he sings is the most beautiful thing you've ever heard, and you know they shouldn't but those lyrics "I worship you. I'd give my life for yours." hit somewhere deep in your hindbrain. And you know, you know the character of JD is a walking red flag not meant to be romanticised but when he sings Meant To Be Yours and really loses himself in it, you're absolute putty. Each night you go your separate ways after the curtain closes and you yearn for him. Each day you're excited to do it all over again, but a part of you dreads it because you don't know how much longer you can go up on that stage and have him kiss you like you're his everything and then leave without him when you're done.
You're not the only one suffering. Eddie's had to find ways to keep things... strapped down because his first proper rehearsal of Dead Girl Walking, when you put his hands on your body and simulate riding him, left him harder than he's ever been in his life. He holds you from behind and all he can smell is you. Your perfume, your makeup, your sweat from being under the bright stage lights and it makes his head feel fuzzy. Every night he goes home (or to a hotel if you're travelling) and before he even makes it to his bed he's got his cock in his hand. Thinks about how soft you feel under his hands and cums all over his stomach with a sharp cry of your name.
That final night, though. All bets are off. The rest of the cast want to celebrate but you and Eddie have an end goal in sight and it's each other. Your first real kiss is backstage after he corners you, chest heaving and body thrumming with adrenaline from the show. It's messy and desperate, and the single greatest kiss of your life. When he gets you back to the privacy of his home it's endless. He fucks you everywhere. In the hall because neither of you has the willpower to make it to his bedroom the first time. In his bed, in the shower, in the kitchen when you're supposed to be making food together because you both suddenly realised neither of you has eaten since that morning. He makes you ride him in his bed, eyes trailing over every inch of your body and hands gripping your hips so tight he's leaving bruises "Been dreaming about this, sweetheart." he rasps "ever since that first rehearsal when you hovered this cute ass over me I've not been able to think of anything else. Imagined what your pussy would feel like wrapped around me just like this, what noises you'd make, how fucking beautiful you'll look when you cum. Gonna make my dreams come true, huh? That's it beautiful, cum on my cock." It's intense, more passionate than anything you've ever experienced, and when you're both finally worn out he wraps you in his arms and drops a kiss to that sweet spot on your neck just below your ear that he's been desperate to caress since the first day.
Die hard Heathers fans, the ones who follow the cast and know each iteration of the characters, all agree you two are their favourite JD and Veronica. They say there's something about the two of you that's magic. And when you're spotted out together looking even more in love then you did on stage they understand why.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x f!reader#Had this thought#Blacked out#Next thing i know i've drabbled and made myself crave him even more
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🐴 for Greta, my grumpy godchild
Your godchild, indeed <3. Thanks a bunch for this, Anna!!
Their favorite musical: Fun Home.
Their first ever halloween costume: She’s never actually been trick-or-treating, but when she was a baby her uncle Doc had the idea to dress her up like her auntie Snow for some family Halloween pictures. (She looked adorable, but there was a scowl on her chubby little baby face in all the pictures.)
Their favorite 2010s song: “Meant to Be Yours” from Heathers: The Musical.
Their favorite kind of weather: Dark and rainy and just a little bit cold - it’s generally a perfect reflection of her mood, and she loves it.
What extracurriculars they did in school: None.
Their favorite word: Crass.
About their first kiss: It was with Evie, during the dance after Ben’s coronation when Greta and the VKs had chosen good and Maleficent had been defeated. The air was electric and happy and everyone was singing and laughing and dancing, and Evie had leaned in and kissed Greta just as the fireworks were starting to go off. It was sweet and fairly chaste, but it was also filled with genuine feelings, which was all either girl needed to consider it perfect.
What kind of posters they had in their room as a kid: A few of some rock and punk bands she liked (and I really do mean a few, since there aren’t that many in Auradon), and one tourism poster for Snow White’s kingdom that her cousin Hector (Happy’s son) got her as a joke.
If they have a lucky object (and what it is): She doesn’t have one.
Their saddest injury: Greta is at Jane’s birthday party waiting for the VKs when Audrey shows up to put everyone to sleep, and when Greta tries to fight her off she’s burned by a blast from Maleficent’s sceptre that also sends her tumbling into the enchanted lake (although, on the bright side, this does keep her from falling asleep like everyone else except for Jane, and the lake water even partially heals the burns instantly).
send me 🐴 + an oc!!
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Goodness do these day make me feel exhausted. I feel like even when I was taking a break today, it was go go go. I am excited to go to sleep.
Today had highs and lows. I slept okay enough but waking up wasn't great. I do remember James kissing me good bye. But the night went to fast.
Jeniya texted me she was going to be late. And I was frustrated because I thought she meant like camp late. But she would actually end up beating me by 5 minutes and I arrived just as Dame was getting dropped off. I got stuck at every red light. And then it took us almost an hour to get to camp because of traffic and me missing a turn when the GPS took us off the highway and I got confused. We did have a lot of fun talking though and it was a good time. Even if I was stressed about being late.
I let Heather know but it wouldn't even matter in the end that we were 10 minutes late. We didnt start a really doing anything until 915.
We did a game where we had to learn about the people at our table and I enjoyed that. And then there were tours of camp. I asked Chris if I could go work on my stuff instead and he said that was fine. And then I was off.
I spent the next hour and a half cleaning and putting things away. I finished moving the dining table and set it up to be a work station for me. And I was making great progress.
Celia would join me and helped me sort paint while I went through the disgusting cabinets under the shelves that are filled with old feildtrips materials that have been absolutely decimated by mice. It was honestly horrific. But I got 4 of them totally emptied out and had to fill three trash bags but it felt so good to get that accomplished.
Lunch was less of a mess. We had tacos. The rental group went first this time and I worked on knitting and chatted with Chloe for a while. Snd once we were allowed to eat I got my tacos and chilled.
Then I got a little upset. Because there was some rumors about someone else teaching art. And I was like okay that's it I have to go talk to the office and get some clarity. I texted Heather to see if she was there and then went to talk to her, Alexi, and Elizabeth. I told them what was upsetting me. How there seems to be a general issue with clarity of roles and they were really surprised because they thought everyone was clear. They also though maybe the things that were upsetting me were cultural.
I decided I needed to consult the expert. In this case I needed to talk to Laura.
Thankfully it was 7pm her time and she was available. I told her the whole situation. I asked if maybe it was me misunderstanding sarcasm or maybe just a cultural issue and sheat first thought maybe. But the more I told her the more she thought that this was just someone being mean to me. Which made me feel vindicated but also like. Doesn't exactly change anything. She did help me feel validated in the whole situation. And said I should just let the other person come to me and if they are mean again tell them it hurt me. And she's right. So that's what I would do.
I would spend the next couple hours in the art building listening to music and cleaning. Kieran and a few others came to put the tent up in my building. And help move my tables and chairs outside while I filled paint containers. I felt a lot better.
I also got so many compliments on my earrings. Jess gave me this worm earrings and they are so good!! My one ear still hurts from when I yanked on it yesterday but they were worth it because they made me feel so cute. It was great.
My hair still doesn't feel good though. I think even though I said I was going to grow it out maybe I'll trim it and see how I feel.
Some of the girls who helped with tables stayed up with me while I sorted a few boxes and we chatted and it was nice. Even though some of them were overly freaked out by the spiders. Which I get but also you're going to exhaust yourself freaking out all the time. Gotta turn that part of your brain off.
We had one more check in but there was only half of us! Because the other half were getting riflery certified or working on other trainings. So Chris said we could go swimming.
The water ended up being a little to cold for me. But I enjoyed sitting in it for a while.
Celia forgot her bathing suit so I offered her one of mine but sadly it did not fit. But we sat together with another girl, Jaymie, who was excited to learn that I was also in my 30s. Happy to help.
Annabelle came and sat with us and we chatted about art and plans and collaboration. And I really hope this is a turning point and we can find a way to really work together and that made me feel happy.
I asked Jeniya to let me know when it was 430 and we would roll out to try to beat some traffic. Me, her, and Dame went up to the art building. I hung my bathing suit up to dry and we were off. And it was a long drive back but I let them be in charge of the music and it was fun.
I dropped them off right before 530. And would be home very soon. Me and James decided to walk to brass tap for dinner. And my foot split open again so the walk back was tough. But the walk there was fine. And I really enjoyed James's company. Even if they confused me during a conversation during dinner that made me feel crazy but it was mostly because I was tired. It was a long day.
Dinner was good though. Our waitress was sweet. And the food was good. Me and the waitress bonded on our love of dips. And then once we were done eating, and talking about the weird stuff happening in the golf world, we headed home.
I had training stuff to do when we got home. I spent about two hours doing that. And once my computer freaked out and couldn't handle it anymore I decided it was time to take a shower.
My hair felt horrible. I had tried brushing it on the couch but then Sweetp was interested and let me brush him so that was funny. He's literally never liked being brushed so I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.
I decided to trim my ends and see if that helps at all. We'll see once it's dry.
I did a little sewing but I was mostly just excited to get in bed. And that is where I am now.
Tomorrow it is supposed to storm all day. Very glad my tent is up. I hope I get lots of time to do the things I need to do.
Sleep well everyone. I hope you are all having a good night. I love you all.
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The Aquinnah Chronicles Playlist (so far-- will be updated)
i. a sorta fairytale (tori amos)
like a good book // i can't put this day back // a sorta fairytale with you
ii. the shoop shoop song [it's in his kiss] (linda ronstadt)*
does he love me? i wanna know // how can i tell if he loves me so?
iii. paper rings (taylor swift)
i like shiny things // but i'd marry you with paper rings
iv. dog days are over (florence + the machine)
happiness hit her like a train on a track // coming towards her, stuck still, no turning back
v. running up that hill [a deal with god] (kate bush)
if i only could // i'd make a deal with god // and get him to swap our places
vi. running up that hill [epic version] (samuel kim)
no lyrics
vii. romeo and juliet (dire straits)
the dice was loaded from the start // and i bet, when you exploded into my heart
viii. journey to the past (christy altomare)
heart, don't fail me now // courage, don't desert me // don't turn back now that we're here
ix. magic to do (patina miller, pippin 2013 revival cast)
journey, journey to a spot ex // 'citing, mystic and exotic // journey through our anecdote revue
x. corner of the sky (matthew james thomas)
so many men seem destined to settle for something small // but i won't rest until i know i'll have it all // so don't ask me where i'm going // just listen when i'm gone // and far away, you'll hear me singing softly to the dawn
xi. ocean away (barlow & bear, ft. darren criss)*
am i the one to blame // when we're dancing in the same room // but you're an ocean away
xii. shy (sarah jessica parker)
can't you guess // that this confident air // is a mask that i wear // 'cause i'm shy?
More under the cut
xiii. doll on a music box/truly scrumptious reprise (sally ann howes & dick van dyke)*
you cannot see // how much i long to be free // turning around on this music box // that's wound by a key
xiv. elaborate lives (adam pascal & heather headley)
we all live such elaborate lives // wild ambitions in our sights // how an affair of the heart survives // days apart and hurried nights
xv. feels like this (maisie peters)
uncover secrets // treasure hunting days away // stumbling on diamonds // i'm speechless and blown away
xvi. salvation (gabrielle aplin)
i never meant to fall for you // but i was buried underneath // and all that i could see was white
xvii. medicine (james arthur)
you're my bulletproof vest when it's getting dangerous // always make me feel blessed // you're my guardian angel
xviii. love alone (katelyn tarver)
it's on the line // i'm waiting for a sign // i see it in your eyes, i // i know you really feel the same
xix. another op'nin', another show (kiss me, kate 2019 cast)
another job that you hope, at last // will make your future forget your past // another pain where the ulcers grow
xx. shall we dance? (kelli o'hara & ken watanabe)
shall we dance? // on a bright cloud of music // shall we fly?
xxi. i'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair (kelli o'hara & ensemble)
don't try to patch it up // tear it up, tear it up // wash him out, dry him out // push him out, fly him out // cancel him and let him go
xxii. strangers like me (tammy tuckey)
i want to know // can you show me // i want to know about these strangers like me
xxiii. simple joys (patina miller)
sweet summer evenings // hot wine and bread // sharing your supper, sharing your bed // simple joys have a simple voice // that says "why not go ahead?"
xxiv. morning glow (matthew james thomas & ensemble)
morning glow all day long // while we sing tomorrow's song // never knew we could be so strong // but now it's very clear // morning glow is almost here
xxv. i won't say i'm in love (carrie hope fletcher)
if there's a prize for rotten judgement // i guess i've already won that // no man is worth the aggravation
xxvi. illicit affairs (taylor swift)
don't call me kid, don't call me baby // look at this godforsaken mess that you made me // you showed me colors you know I can't see // with anyone else
xxvii. you belong with me (taylor swift)
i remember you driving to my house // in the middle of the night // i'm the one who makes you laugh // when you know you're about to cry
*Version not available on Spotify
#Jaydia#Lydia x Jake#Lydia x Jacob#Lydia Graeme x Jake Keller#Lydia Graeme x Jacob Keller#The Aquinnah Chronicles#Lydia Graeme#Jacob Keller#Jake Keller#My Playlists#Writeblr#My Original Works
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