#where i start out as just another girl working for valentino

[valentinoappreciator]

me, blissfully unaware that this specific song is going to throw me full-tilt into an imaginary relationship with a toxic, evil, manipulative, abusive pimp

me, seconds later

[weebsinstash]

Sitting here watching that clip of Valentino with that demon girl going "you're gorgeous! Do you need a job? 🥰" and started thinking of Val either intentionally or unintentionally making Reader feel massively insecure and ugly and Val using that to manipulate them

I've mentioned "oh what if your job is serving him drinks at his club" but what if he also starts dragging you along when he goes out like some kind of weird PA. Like he's just throwing random bills at you that he clearly isn't counting like it's pocket change in a very "yeah sure whatever just do it bitch" kind of way so you put up with it, it's good income, but it's still... WEIRD. He's going to get his antenna done at the salon, and you're like. Having to STAND THERE beside his chair, you're not even in the lobby waiting room, you've gotta be WITH HIM, and you just get all these windows into his cunty personality where he's spoiled and mean to service workers and is a total fucking diva and it's extremely off-putting I'm sure

He's in a night club hitting on people whose bodies are absolutely insane like I'm talking GYATT city, ass and titties, you've got twunks and you've got hunks, and you're like, in sneakers, off to the side, head down playing games on your phone since you can't even put earbuds in because you unfortunately have to keep an ear open since he'll order YOU to bring drinks, not just for him, but for these complete strangers who don't even work for him too, AND he'll let them be fucking mean to you. You bring some bubble butt twink who's on Val's arm the daiquiri he asked for and he gives you a very clear look up and down before laughing, cuddling up to Val, "yeah I can SEE you need new employees 😋" and they all laugh Including Fucking Valentino

I dunno, I'm on the fence. It really changes with the story. You get the yandere who are obsessive but more abusive-adjacent and then you have the more true-blooded kind that won't accept any slander of you at all. Like can you imagine Valentino's smile just dropping off his face because some chick like, tells you you have cellulite or even something MILD like your mascara is bad or idk what are, male insults.... you have a flat ass??? And Valentino just instantly shoves them away "okay you're done bye, let the door hit you on the way out 🤭"

But today we're talking about angst and feeling fucking miserable so. Over time it just, makes you feel so horrible about yourself to go to these nightclubs. It isn't even about fucking Valentino, it's about how you're sitting here watching everyone EXCEPT YOU receive all this fawning and compliments and attention, even if Val is faking some of it just to lure in more workers. You see a girl who has the perfect skin and you run fingers over an ice pick scar on your cheek, male reader sees a guy who's tall but muscular with nice facial hair and you feel your own baby face and smaller build, there are people thinner than you, curvier than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and you watch all of them get called gorgeous and beautiful and handsome and sexy and you're just the fucking dweeb who gets teased, mocked, BULLIED

One night Valentino is sitting there talking to another girl, "oh my gosh, honey, I would TOTALLY do body shots off of you. Hey, can we get some shots over here? .... helllooooo, I SAID can we get some shots? ...bitch if you make me repeat myself again--" and he looks over and you're not even there. It's like ice. Suddenly without warning you're not there and he doesn't know what to do because you're ALWAYS there and whenever you're not it's because he LETS YOU leave??? Like??? He's immediately standing up even if it knocks away the people hanging off of him and he's looking around, "you BETTER be in the fucking bathroom--"

And over the crowd of people he sees you on the opposite end of the club, as if you were actively trying to put as much distance between you two as possible, and you're with a guy, some big furry monster boy, and you laugh with a big smile and Valentino GRINDS his teeth as he realizes it's been ages since you laughed around him, let alone at anything HE'S said, and you're actually drinking with this guy where you would always be way too stiff and cautious around Val (although he also really wouldn't let you drink anyways, being more of a waiter when you're 'on the clock')

Obsessed with the idea of Val making Reader carry around combs and brushes to comb his antenna/fur and Val sees you using them on another guy. like I think he'd go absolutely violently fucking crazy honestly because 1. Those are HIS and he is a bougie Gucci material man like those are high quality things being used on some RANDO 2. Those are for HIM, you're using them on someone ELSE 3. The person using them on someone else is YOU, YOU'RE brushing another man, YOU'RE cuddling another man like some kind of UNGRATEFUL WHORE--

When I say you suddenly look up and you're being GRABBED, HAULED UP to your feet by your arm, grip on you so tight it's ready to fucking bruise, and Val just shoots this guy in the head, like cartoonishly powerful gun just splatters the dudes head from what should have been just a single bullet hole I'm sure. You're like vaguely traumatized and trying to tell yourself the man will regenerate and be fine but now Valentino's got a gun in his hand and he's furious and you just start CRYING. He doesn't even CARE about the people he was flirting with anymore, if he has any employees in the club with him he doesn't even call out that it's time to go, he just starts DRAGGING YOU to the limo and will just LEAVE EVERYONE there because he's in such a rage, also, have you guys seen the posts where people point out there are moth squeaking effects when he speaks sometimes. So he's just fucking mad, voice cracking, shouting, squeaking, and i think it'd be funny if he spends like 15 minutes screaming about THE GUY while he has you like all but glued to his lap on the ride home and doesn't say a single thing about what you did. Just manic ranting on his phone as he HAS to call Vox, "oh my god you wouldn't FUCKING BELIEVE what this piece of shit did in front of me, the ugliest fucking guy I've ever seen was--" and you're like trembling wondering when he's going to pivot and realize like, you were also. Intentionally willingly sitting with that guy.

But he doesn't even like. Acknowledge it that way. He just keeps ranting about the guy touching something that doesn't belong to him, he's gotta replace all his fucking combs now, oh my GOD Vox like SERIOUSLY-- and then it's probably Vox that's like, with a disinterested voice, "sooooo.... WHICH whore did this happen to again???" And Valentino without hesitating just straight up says your name, "the nerdy one, you KNOW which one I'm talking about"

And that's when you just start to blubber cause you're tired and you're tipsy and you're mentally worn down, "oh OF COURSE I'm 'the nerdy one'!! You drag me all over the fucking place and I never get any time to myself and I have to WATCH everyone ELSE have fun, and when I finally find someone who calls ME cute, calls ME pretty, you fucking SHOOT HIM!" and you're just, face in your hands crying and you can't see it as Valentino GRINS like some fucking MONSTER because, "Aw, pobrecita, is that what this is about? You're lonely? ❤️w❤️"

And you're just mad and crying and pouting and you're telling him to go fuck himself and actually starting to get a little mouthy and have an attitude with him and he doesn't even care because how upset you're getting is going right to his head. even if you don't want to, you're jealous of him giving other people attention instead of you, and now he's watching you get all upset and sniffly over it and he's so full of himself, this makes him feel so powerful that he's reduced you to this insecure bawling state, and he's rubbing your shoulders, "awwww, don't cry mami, you should've told me you were wanting some 'attention'"

At this point you could be literally slapping his hands away but he's gonna keep pulling you close to him on purpose and NOW, now he's laying on all the fucking compliments, stroking the tops of your thighs. He knows exactly what scent you're using in your hair. Oh, you're wearing the nail polish you bought during one of your first months here; he's always liked this color on you. He's commenting and bringing up things you didn't expect him to notice let alone remember about you and... you're just so weak to it.... you're lonely... and he's here... and maybe it's the smoke or his cologne or what but he smells so good, he's so close, your head feels a little funny--

The rest of your night blurs together after that, but when you wake up, you're not at your place, or the studio, or anywhere you mildly recognize. You're in a bed way too big for someone your size, and you're especially not used to SOMEONE ELSE BEING IN IT WITH YOU. Val just has you caged in all of his arms and is passed out drooling in a post alcohol, post drug, post fuckathon coma, and you can FEEL in your muscles and in your body that you two were up to some wiiiiiild shit together.

IF you may manage to sneak out of V Tower without being stopped or caught, it won't make hin suddenly forget all the things you told him, or him now knowing how it feels to have your hands on his body, or how it looks to have your big sad wet eyes looking up at him and then sparkling with one of his compliments. Usually he WANTS bitches to be gone when he wakes up but, this time? When those eyes open and you're not there? Instantly feeling rejected, mad, irritated, he can't exactly identify why, he's just MAD you ran off without telling him and he's instantly blowing up your line to figure out where you are, and now you have become a recipient of The Voice-mails

"Heeeeeeey, baby, so, it's so funny but I just woke up and I can't find you in the tower? Did you run off to get breakfast somewhere? You KNOW you shouldn't run off without telling me first; I need you to come on back here ❤️"

"-- so answer your phone you fucking SLUT!! You better not be with another fucking guy, or I swear to fucking GOD--"

"--It just stresses me out that there are so many different kinds of people down here, I worry someone might hurt you, amorcito. I can't help protect you if I'm not there, soooooo, why don't you just, tell me where you are--"

"Is this fucking funny for you, you cunt?! You get all worked up about how PATHETIC AND SAD you are and then leave me? Leave ME? ME?! You're LUCKY i even TOUCHED YOU AT ALL--"

"Heeeeeeey, oh my gosh so this is so funny ummmm, Vox just let me know that Velvette borrowed you for something, soooooooooo, please don't listen to any of those other voicemails, ok? You know how CRAZY you make me, right? Don't forget you have a shift tonight, and if you even think about not showing up, I have some hellhounds that know your scent already and they'll drag you back here by your hair, sooooo, see you later love you byeeeeee ❤️"

[0strawberrysorbet0]

𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟!

𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖)

Was clearly goin for a pink thing with this today 🤷‍♀️

Pls enjoy this! Velvette is becoming a very unhealthy obsession of mine 😁

Please do not use/steal my work on this site or any other! Reblogs and likes are appreciated greatly!!

Warnings: Crazy oblivious, Jealous Vel, cursing, Valentino, my rushed ass writing

How did you get this gorgeous overlord wrapped tightly around your finger? Well, it all started when she recruited you for modelling, I mean you were gorgeous!! 😍

She had instantly made you her top model, pasting your face on every fashion magazine and billboard.

She even let you be in her live streams!!

In your head she was such a sweet boss, you felt like she was honestly your friend at this point!

But she wanted more, she wanted you to comment with hearts whenever she posted pictures of herself,

She wanted you to post pictures of you and her and caption them: 'with my beautiful girl❤' instead of 'with my beautiful boss ❤'.

She just wanted to be bae :/

She even got to the point where she'd leave you new dresses custom made for you, they'd be layed neatly on your bed with scribbled little notes about how "a pretty girl like you shouldn't dress so tacky!"

Gift giving was something she loved to do with you, dresses, flowers, shoes, chocolates, ect. If you even mention wanting or needing something it'll be on your bed at the end of the day.

She even (after throwing a fit and breaking a lot of shit) got your room moved closer to hers, she stated that it was just so another slimy bitch won't steal another one of her models.

NOT BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE AS CLOSE AS SHE COULD WITH YOU. not that reason AT ALL!

"Doll.. Doll wake up!" "Huh?.. Vel it's 6am.."

She had gotten into the habit of waking you up early for extra shoots, not that they'd ever be published. She'd put those in her room, just for her 😙

It got to the point where Vox and Val were trying to get her to ask you out! "I just don't get why you won't ask her out? Hm? Nervous princesa?~" "FUCK OFF VAL" Meanwhile Vox was just laughing his ass off.

She hadn't even meant to confess 😞 she was just screaming about you over the phone to Vox without realizing you were there the whole time.

"VOX SHUT UP, IT'S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS WHO I LIKE, AND I DON'T LIKE HER! I'M SERIOUS I DON'T LIKE (Y/N) LIKE THAT!"

" You don't like me? 😢"

"(Y/N)! Holy shit don't you knock?!" Girl is terrified tbh.

She had to confess now 😞 TWICE! Your oblivious ass didn't get it at first. "Oh I like you too! (≧∇≦)/"

Safe to say she turned the same shade as her hair. She was now your girlfriend! 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 girlfriend! She'd Brag about to everyone.

You think she spoiled you at first? Oh no. It's even worse now. Bags filling in your room, you dare mention a product? She bought it. Oh you like that dress? Take it.

Despite her tough act, she was a totally different person around you, still bratty but super clingy, she'd want you to hold her while she complained about her day.

"That bitch spilt something on that new dress! What am I going to do!? We have a shoot tomorrow!!"

I feel like she'd like her hair brushed, she'd love to be pampered and pamper you. She'd sit with a face mask on as you painted her nails.

In summary, the girl just wants to love you and be loved back. Even if you're a little slow sometimes. ❤

[bigbadvoxbox]

Helllooo! I'm back with another ask

I was thinking a vox getting jealous because Valentino was being Valentino and flirting with (fem) reader and vox marking her up or something like that to just prove that reader is only his- sorry if this sounds confusing lol if it ain't coherent feel free to delete, hope u have a nice day tho!!

-🎶

I love this! I wish bad violent things on Valentino so getting to write him getting rejected and shit will be fun!

warnings: nsfw. possessive sex. also unprotected sex, which u shouldn't do. semi-public/public sex (in a limo). also valentino exists in this. i hate valentino, so im gonna warn u that he's even here. fuck u valentino. marking + biting. vox has kinda like an ownership (?) kink idk what the word is but he likes the concept of you belonging to him. also warning for valentino being a gross pervy scumbag who flirts with anything with a hole.

- It was meant to just be a quick drop by with Vox, as he had to quickly stop by Valentino's studio for a quick discussion. This was your first time actually meeting the infamous Valentino. Vox had never really wanted you to meet him, for reasons unknown, but today he had no choice but to bring you along to his brief meeting.

- It went exactly like he was dreading it would.

- "Where you been hiding this little chula, huh?" Valentino asked, taking the back of your hand, and planting what started off as a light kiss, but very quickly became a long lick, leaving you feeling confused, as well as a bit mortified.

- Vox was very quick to take a step between the two of you, his eye twitching as he tried his best to keep that smile on his face, needing to keep up his stupid little act of respect so that this obnoxious bastard of a man wouldn't throw a tantrum. Valentino has power that Vox can use, so he can't just yet show just how much he dislikes the moth-demon.

- The rest of that quick little chat felt like eternity, and Vox could not WAIT to get the fuck out of those studios. Hell, he was considering fucking the shit out of you right then and there just to show Valentino that he needs to fuck off. He wouldn't outright say anything, but he sure as shit would show Valentino who you belong to.

- You barely got out of the studio and back into Vox's limo when he pounced on you.

- "That prick. He needs to learn to keep his hands off what isn't his." he grumbled to himself as he made quick work of laying you back against the seat, hovering over you. Within no time, your neck was littered with marks and bites, Vox making an effort to make them as visible as possible. Bright and clear enough for even Valentino's blind ass to see.

- Pure jealousy was fuelling him at that moment, as well as possessiveness. He was gonna make sure no other lowlife fucker ever DARED to even think about touching you ever again. That was his job alone. You were HIS girl.

- Part of him considered leaving his name on you somewhere, somehow, but no. That could wait. It would be too rash a decision right now, he should wait until you could both decide on such a thing together when you were thinking clearly. He didn't know if you'd be okay with that, so he decided against it, but the thought definitely lingered in the back of his mind.

- While his hands trailed all over your body, touching and groping everywhere, feeling what's HIS, he revelled in the feeling of your hands on his body too. He knew you only had eyes for him, and that you were just as irritated by Valentino's actions as he was. That only spurred him on, and next thing you knew, the two of you were barely even clothed in the back of his limo.

- Vox had you practically in every position in the back of that limo. At first, he was hovering over you, and it was sweet, close, passionate, then, he turned you two around so he was drilling into you from behind, rough, sinful, and messy. He liked this position, it gave him the perfect view of your bodies joining together as he gripped your hips, while you gripped the car door for stability, your shared heavy breaths fogging up the windows.

- Finally, he had you in his lap, riding him. He sat up, your chests pressing together as he took this opportunity, so close to you, to leave deeper bites and marks, now extending from your neck to your jaw and shoulders, even low enough to your tits.

- The limo was definitely shaking.

- After a couple rounds, you both decided you had made enough of a mess for one day, and had successfully gotten both of your frustrations out of your systems.

- A knock at the limo window caught Vox's attention, and he rolled the tinted windows down a tad, quickly covering you with his shirt. It was Valentino on the other side.

- "You've been parked out here for a while. Thought you were busy?" he said in a snarky tone. Vox couldn't help but smirk slightly, quickly looking for your approval, before rolling the window down a tad more, exposing the mess you two had made, as well as you, now only covered by Vox's shirt, which thankfully covered enough, only leaving you exposed from the collarbones up and the thighs down, but left just enough on display for Valentino to very clearly see the art gallery of hickeys and bite marks that littered your body.

- "We were busy."

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Ruan Lingyu (The Goddess, New Women, Love and Duty)—icon of chinese silent cinema known for her luminous beauty, her exceptional acting talent, and her tragic life story

Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)—I hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Ruan Lingyu:

silent era chinese actress who had a subtlety in her acting ability that was way ahead of her time. huge star but her career and life was sadly cut short by damaging publicity

Widely considered one of the best actresses of Chinese silent film

Ruan Lingyu had an eight year movie career, starting at 16 and ending with her suicide at only 24. Despite this, she made some of the most widely acclaimed films of early Chinese cinema and the BBC called her "China's Greta Garbo." In "Love and Duty," she plays her character as a teen, a young mother, and an older woman beaten down by life AND her teen daughter in an early application of split-screen technology. Lingyu is absolutely unrecognizable as the older woman, yet emotionally the transition is seamless because she does such a good job. Lingyu had a hard life and killed herself after ination [sic] of media scorn and private problems. Her funeral was three days long, the procession was allegedly four miles long, and three women killed themselves during her funeral. The New York Times called it "the most spectacular funeral of the century." I'm adding this to show what kind of hold she had over the public at the time, much like Rudolph Valentino's raucous funeral. I would rather she had lived.

Barbara Stanwyck:

"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"

"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."

"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."

"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."

"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."

"She was part of my gay awakening"

"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, “Oh, I would never play that part, she’s too common.” So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said “We offered this to Ginger Rogers but she’s turned it down, would you be interested?” And she read the script and she said; “You bet! I LOVE playing common broads. [link]"

[iznyangwoni]

EASY TO LOVE | chapter four !

Nicholas gave all of you five tickets each to invite whoever you wanted. And of course you had to invite Jungwon, but you doubted that he would’ve accepted without giving one to his friends too. You gave the remaining two to a couple of guys you know, not really thinking too much about it.

Honestly, you kind of hoped for Jungwon to dm you and ask for those tickets directly, but he never did and the party was in less than two days, so you gotta do what you gotta do.

Once its time for lunch, you’re sitting with your friends, checking your phone annoyed. Jungwon is still nowhere to be seen, and its starting to annoy you. “What’s with that face, princess?” You raise your head to look at Nicholas, who was eating nonchalantly.

“Oh she’s just nervous because her toy hasn’t given her any attention the last days” you roll your eyes annoyed at Moka’s comment, she’s right but she has no business saying it out loud. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be ignoring him, not the other way around.”

you sigh as you play with your food, too annoyed to even look up, never in your life has anyone ever dared to ignore you. You feel Sunghoon’s hand rest on your thigh, and for a second you think its just him being a really good friend, but when you raise your head you notice where he is looking.

He’s looking at Jungwon, who’s happily joking and talking with a girl. You’ve seen her somewhere, but for the life of you you cant remember her name. you scoff and immediately get up, not even caring about saying something to your friends. They know not to say anything when you’re not in the mood.

You reach Jungwon’s table, a fake smile on your face as you put your hands on the table calmly. “You haven’t texted me.” you say, without even greeting the table. Riki who was sitting right in front of Jungwon, seemed to get paler at your cold tone of voice.

Jungwon turns to look at you, interrupting the girl next to him. His eyebrows are furrowed, making him look even more attractive than he already is. “Was i supposed to?” You let out a sarcastic chuckle, your eyes falling on the girl next to him, sure she’s pretty. But not as pretty as you.

“You’ve been here for a week have you learned nothing?” Jungwon gets up, his tall figure and his broad shoulders making you feel so tiny against him, still, you dont let that intimidate you. “Are you going to make a scene?” You cant tell if you love or hate this part of him. The annoyed, feisty and rebel one. One thing’s sure, he’s hot as hell when mad. “I’m telling you how things work here,”

“Besides, i got a gift for you and your friends.” Jungwon raises his eyebrows, probably not expecting something like that from you. You take out the vip tickets from your bag, of course there’s only three of them. You didnt know he had another friend, and even if you did, you wouldn’t have given her one.

“Thank you, Y/N… but-” you laugh sarcastically before he can say something else, already not liking that ‘but.’ “You, Jake and Riki,” You look at the other girl, who doesnt seem too surprised about your scene, but definitely disappointed. You notice her bag, its an old valentino bag, and by old you definitely dont mean vintage. “There’s no space for bags two seasons behind.”

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[storm-angel989]

Hi,

I know you’ve been writing these themes a lot so if you are feeling sick of them or burnout feel free to just ignore this :) But if your interested I’d love a Velvette x Reader (platonic or romantic, whatever you’re feeling) where the reader was a model when they were alive and struggled with disordered eating because of the harsh industry standards. Now in hell they feel like they are better but after awhile of working with Vel it starts to come back. Thank you :)

P.s. I absolute adore your writing. I love your characterization of the Vees.

Hi Friend,

This is a pretty intense topic and mixing models with ED's makes sense. I'm not burnt out- not yet at least!

<3 Mandy

The clause itself was considered standard procedure, a non negotiable part of the contract Velvette offered. The requirement of full disclosure of any and all mental health issues her models faced before coming to her. Some might argue that requirement invaded privacy. Personal disclosure that had nothing to do with the job at hand. A stance Velvette both vehemently disagreed with and couldn’t give less of a fuck about. Sign the contract or don’t, she didn’t care either way. She had been in the industry long enough to know that the job requirements could send a being spiraling if they didn’t have someone keeping a careful eye on them. 

And truly, that was what Velvette cared about. Model’s passing out, a shirt slipping and revealing fresh cuts, constant shivering- none of it was a good look for the company, or her image. And so she kept careful note and watched constantly for signs that their work was taking a toll on them. Bi-monthy runway walks, clouted as extra practice for each model, put in place to keep their skills sharp, served a dual purpose. File in hand, she could observe and study the particulars of each girl. 

Velvette louged in her directors chair, leafing through her binder with each passing demon. Some pages boosted her handwritten scrawls, notes and dates of concerning, specific observations. As she sat watching as her models walked down the runway, her eyes narrowed as they fell to Reader. 

Reader. Her file boasted two notes. One from her arrival in hell. Another from the last modeling session. As her eyes studied readers appearance, she observed what most would overlook. Slight changes in her bodies proportions that indicated something wasn’t quite right. Quietly, she flagged the page. 

In her office later that night, she dialed Valentino’s number. In her vast experience, it took two to convince a demon they needed help. And as always, it helped that Valentino brought with him his own set of expertise- eyes that could and would pick a body apart if warranted. More importantly, he stood as her friend. Someone who understood the difficulties of this career, who was one of the two who stood by her side when she herself struggled. To her relief, he came within minutes and took his place behind her. Wordlessly, she handed him the file. 

“Call her in,” he said after a moment. “I’ll set up the scale.” 

The press of a buzzer. A call for her to Velvette’s office. A quiet escort in. Velvette looked at the terrified girl and softened her expression the best she could. 

“Reader. Let me be clear, you’re not in trouble,” she began as gently as we could. “But we have noticed something slightly concerning, and we need to get a weight on you. Undress and step on the scale for us.” 

It wasn’t a request. Velvette knew that, and she knew Reader did too. She watched as Reader took off her jeans and sweatshirt. Velvette did her best to hide the sense of relief that washed over her- she wasn’t layering yet. Obediently, Reader stepped on. Another good sign. She wasn’t defensive, she wasn’t fighting. Not yet, at least. Hope fluttered in Velvette’s chest. Maybe she had caught this one early enough. 

“What is my weight?” Reader asked in confusion as she stared down at the blank scale. 

“We have that information, bebita. Not something you need to concern yourself with,” Valentino replied as he showed Velvette the number on the scale, sent directly to his phone. 

Velvette’s heart sank. Ten pounds under hiring. And reader was already thin to begin with. She looked at Valentino and he shook his head. A silent understanding between the two. 

“You can step off,” Velvette told her. “We have the information we need.”

A look of dismay crossed Reader’s face. “Am I in trouble?”

“Trouble? No. But we are noticing a concerning trend with your weight. So we’re going to put you on a plan,” Velvette replied as gently as she could. “Twice a week you’re going to meet with a therapist. She’s going to go over a meal plan with you. What you say to her in these sessions will stay private, but we’ll reassess in two weeks. If your weight continues to drop, we’ll…” Velvette’s voice caught in her throat. 

Valentino put his hand on her shoulder. “We’ll cross that bridge if it comes to it. For now, you’ll be taken down the hall to meet your therapist and be given a through physical.” 

“I’m sorry,” Reader began.

“There is no reason to be sorry. This is a hard industry, we simply want you healthy,” Velvette replied instantly. 

As Velvette watched her be escorted out the door, a sense of relief washed over her. There was no protest, no fights. A simple acceptance of fact. Another good sign. Velvette laid her arms on her desk and put her head down. 

“Amicito, are you alright?” Valentino asked in a voice reserved only for those he loved. “I know this is difficult, but you did the right thing.”

“I hate this, Val,” she replied in a muffled tone. “I hate what we do to these demons. I hate that perfection is an unachievable standard and I hate…I hate seeing them fall, again and again, to a demon far more powerful than me.”

“But the standards we devised help stop them from falling. They keep both our workers safe and our company in good standing,” Valentino replied gently. “Come on Vel, let’s get out of here. You need a break, muñeca. Let’s call Vox and…”

“And have a night in,” she interrupted as she lifted her head. Slowly, she stood up. “I’m not in the mood to deal with people.” 

“Then you won’t,” Valentino replied as he slid his arm around her. 

Just before she went to open the door, Velvette paused. She looked at Valentino and he watched as the harsh mask she wore on the daily melted away. 

“Val? Thanks for not…for not letting me slide into the arms of my own demon,” she said softly. “I couldn’t, if I didn’t have you and Vox I’d…”

Valentino didn’t let her finish. Instead, her wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight hug before releasing her.“Amicito, that’s what friends are for.”

[radioisntdead]

Buon giorno or Buona notte dearest!!

I have another request heheheh

Think of this : Angel and the gang go out for another trust exercise, and they see an add for one if m!readers concerts.

Since Angel is a fan, he asks to go with the group as a bonding experience, which Charlie says yes too

They go together, and m!reader is getting ready, when they see Angel and think he's quite cute, not knowing him from his ahem, works and they sing a love song (Heavy metal lover by Lady Gaga) and Angel almost has a heart attack.

(It's mostly the ; 'I could be your girl,girl,girl' part that I get inspired from)

At some point Val starts being a weirdo, and then m!reader publicly shits on him in front of their entire audience, and he leaves after getting taken away by a few of m!readers fans

And it ends happily ever after with them together forever :D

(Readers music vibe is like odetari, ayesha erotica, asteria, etc)

If you could do this, it would make my summer!!

Love

-XIN🌹💝

Good evening my dearest Xin! I had so much fun writing this, my apologies it took awhile to write but I hope you enjoy it!

Backstage passes

Angel dust x M! Reader

Warnings: Valentino gets ripped apart, literally. Reader is low-key like the dazzlings from MLP, also I imagine the reader died via Bell accident like that evil dude from Disney's coco

Song used [I listened to this song so much while writing that it actually made me sick LMAO]

You appeared in hell overnight after dying from an unfortunate and totally not planned stage accident, involving a bell, everything you had worked so hard for gone within a mere moment.

Filled with rage and the confidence of someone desperate to thrive in the spotlight, you began to conquer the music scene of hell.

You climbed the ranks and crushed those beneath you, if you weren't so focused on gaining fame instead of plain ol' power you'd give a couple of overlords a good run for their money.

You captured the attention of hell's finest, sinners and hellborn alike wanted to book you for their events, concerts were sold out within seconds, stan accounts on hell's Twitter servers would beef with those who opposed you, music edits were made of you, memes and clips, mildly disturbing fanfiction was written, you were an icon.

Along with catching the attention of hell's finest, you gained Angel dust as a fan.

Your music would be playing in the clubs he went to, sometimes played during his drag shows, he'd use it as background for whatever thoughts he disassociated away to whenever Valentino was having his way, or he'd just listen to your music when he was alone.

And so when Charlie somehow managed to get the entire hotel front row tickets to your show after he mentioned it's make a good group exercise, he was ecstatic!

The group waited outside, Charlie and Vaggie were trying to secure a place for them in line, Alastor would rather died again then attend so his ticket went to Cherri, Husk had found the bar, Niffty was terrorizing some sinners by cleaning, Sir Pentious was... Sir Pentious-ing Cherri bomb, and that left Angel dust to wonder around until the show began, stumbling into a nearby store to grab some snacks.

You on the other hand sneaked out to go to the convenience store near by the concert venue in full performance outfit covered by an oversized coat and hood just to grab a slushie and a light snack because with all the dancing you were going to be doing, you couldn't do on a empty stomach but not a too full one or you'd puke!

And that's where you saw him, purchasing a couple of things.

You had a little thing for cute things, and Angel dust seemed to fall into that category, for you anyways, for most of hell's people, they usually tended to put him into a more... Exploitive one,

It wouldn't hurt for you to make one of your people drop off a couple of backstage passes for that spider, after your show right?

Or better yet maybe you could do it yourself?

The concert venue was filled with sinners and hellborn alike from all types of backgrounds, all there to see you perform.

Including a couple of overlords.

Angel's eyes bounced around the stage waiting for your arrival.

Soon enough the bright lights dimmed and more colorful ones took their place.

Lights, smoke, action.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

It was starting.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover

You came up from a platform under the stage smoke coming out with you as the music began, microphone in hand, and eyes closed shut.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Your eyes shot open as you began to move, background dancers were moving in sync, all eyes were on you.

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Heavy metal lover

Dressed in black and neons you practically glowed in the dark atmosphere,

"I want your whiskey mouth all over my blonde south," your voice rang out throughout the venue causing some members of the audience to scream out your name.

You struggled to hold back a filthy grin.

"Red wine, cheap perfume, and a filthy pout," you walked out onto the stage front and center, lights following you in all your leather-y glory, the backstage passes in your sleeve crinkled.

"Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better," Angel dust's eyes were locked onto you much like everyone's else's, like they were hypnotized.

"Why river with a pair? Let's have a full house of leather," Oh how you adored being the center of attention, you looked at the crowd, eyes glancing over everyone, a mild shiver of disgust went through you when you accidentally locked eyes with what looked to be a grape flavored moth.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You quickly moved your eyes away to continue looking for a certain spider, honestly your attachment to see a sinner you only saw for five seconds tops in a convenience store was interesting.

What was even more interesting was your ability to avoid the explicit ads for the films he did, seriously they were everywhere in hell! Including said convenience store!

"Heavy metal lover,"

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

As you walked across the stage you kept your eyes on the audience,

Searching..

Searching..

And you found him!

Right in the front row, how did you not see him before?

"Dirty pony, I can't wait to hose you down," your eyes locked on him as his locked on yours.

Did that count as a horrible, HORRIBLE pickup line or was that just poorly timed?

"You've got to earn your leather in this part of town," it seems someone hadn't seen the poison music video! You flared out your own leather jacket, the shiny gems on it sparkling in the dark.

"Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Rivington Rebels," you winked at him before turning on your heel as your background dancers circled around you with all sorts of dancing.

"Let's raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble,"

You danced and your background dancers mimicked in perfect coordination.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

"Heavy metal lover,"

You began strutting to the center of the stage.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You leaned down and went into what I can only describe as a sensual army crawl but without relying on your elbows to crawl.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You moved towards Angel dust.

"Heavy metal lover,"

You reached out an arm towards him, gently tugging on his bowtie to pull him closer to the stage, once he was close enough you touched his face, his eyes were wide and his heart was nearly pounding out of his fluffy spider chest, you his all time favorite singer was touching his face.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,"

Within seconds you moved your arm just enough to loosen the backstage passes from your sleeve and have them fall into your hand.

"But would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

You tucked the tickets into the front of his shirt where his chest fluff was located, being careful not to accidently grope the spider.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

You gave a wink before flipping yourself onto your back and throwing yourself up and strutting back to the middle of the stage as your performers danced around you.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Unfortunately a certain moth witnessed your little flirt, with his best pornstar? He didn't think so.

Without alerting the other two Vees who were actually focused on the show itself he marched his way through the crowd.

Heavy metal lover

"Whip me, slap me, punk funk, New York clubbers, bump drunk,"

Shoving audience members to the side, causing some to crash into each other and tumble like dominoes, grabbing the attention of others.

"Bud Light, liquors, bar slam, move it, this is your jam"

Of course that caught your attention, and you didn't appreciate someone stepping out and stealing the attention that belonged to you! That you deserved and worked so hard for!

"Wash the night with St. Jameson, Like a baptism, heavy metal lovers play,"

You took a couple of steps towards the side of the stage where he was.

"Baby, we were born this way''

"Uh oh, it seems a shiny headed purple man is trying to wreck the show! We can't exactly have that now can we?"

You could barely hear whatever words he was saying, in your prospective it was like a grape yappin' away.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

With a wave of your hand the crowd grabbed onto him, lifting him up and pulling him through, landing him in the cannibal section.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Grabbing onto his limbs and pulling them apart, teeth were sunk into him pulling at his purple flesh.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Attention was back on you, as it should be.

No one paid mind to Valentino's screams as if they couldn't hear it or as if it wasn't happening at all, completely and utterly enamoured with you and your music.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Neither of the Vee's would notice he was gone until hours after the show, no one would notice the blood scattered on the floor until late at night when they were cleaning up the messes, and no one would know what exactly happened to him until he eventually respawn, having lost everything.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Heavy metal lover

What a scary power you possessed, even if you didn't completely realize you had it.

But that wasn't the focus here, because as if nothing ever happened you went back to flirting with Angel dust from the stage.

"I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, but would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?"

Eventually the show would end, and you'd wait anxiously backstage until that spider came, cashing in that backstage pass you shamelessly gave him from the stage, followed by the princess of hell herself moments later trying to get you to join her hotel.

Heavy metal lover Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

And what else could you do then accept her invitation to join her little hazbin hotel, although you were anything but a hazbin.

And if you did manage to get past the pearly gates, you already had earth and hell alike in a chokehold, imagine what you'd accomplish if you performed in heaven?

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

It was a good chance to get to know Angel dust as well, the two of you would go from friends to something more.

Heavy metal lover

Friends to lovers was such a a underrated trope wasn't it?

Heavy metal lover

It wouldn't hurt to lean a little more into romantic songs, especially if you went the more cheesy route and played for Angel alone.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

You couldn't wait for the chance to shamelessly flirt with him while you were on stage again.

Heavy metal lover, Heavy metal lover

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed! I know my posting schedule has been a little wonky [side eyeing the Wednesday angst being posted on Thursdays] my bad, there's some personal stuff going on, plus I've been feeling a little sick but hopefully everything will be a little more organized this week! As always thank you for tuning on in, goodnight!

[itgirl-cad]

I kept seeing tiktoks about an AU where the characters are actors and what their blooper reel would look like… so I made a lil fic from the idea :) lmk if I should make this a mini series cuz I have so many ideas!!

Valentino was sitting on his couch, waiting for the scene to start. It had been 5 takes deep into the first few lines of his scene and he had to continuously restart. As soon as they had the greenlight, they started the scene. He sat up with rage.

“Fuckin’ finally!” He smashes the sugar glass cup he was holding right on the floor. He finally managed to hit it on the spike they put on the floor. “Kitty, another drink!” One camera followed the extra Valentino was interacting with, the other stayed focused on his close up.

“Can you believe what that piece of shit did?” He held out his hand without moving his head to look. The extra placed it in his hand but Val got a bit too into character and moved too quickly. The drink hit his hand and was tossed onto the ground below. “Hijo de perra!” Val swore as he picked the prop up and sighed.

Vox chuckled from the other side of the room “This scene is never gonna end.”

Take 6.

“Can you believe what that piece of shit did? The ungrateful whore!” He yelled and fake threw the glass. Vox had to laugh. He was trying to stifle it but it ended up bursting out of him. “I’m sorry but you look so stupid.”

Val rolled his eyes, “You try fake throwing something.”

It was take one of Lucifer and Alastor having their first scene together. They have had the most success with their lack of mistakes. Charlie was watching them, almost in awe when she heard her cue line and made her way towards her father as he turned to speak to her in an unimpressed tone.

“Who is this? Are you the bellhop?” He gestured his cane over to the taller man.

Alastor let out the most perfect fake and sarcastic laugh ever. He really did amazing with sarcastic roles. “No! I am the host of this hotel! You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.” He leans on his cane, slightly bending down to his level, just even to make a point.

“Hmm. nope! I guess that’s why Charlie called it the HAZBIN hotel hahaha-”

“Ha ha ha…” His last ha dragged out for a bit then the radio effect was gone from his voice, “What the fuck’s my line?” He asked and started to chuckle.

Charlie let out a laugh as the crew told him his line.

“I do apologize, your performance was rather captivating.” Alastor adjusted his tie and his ears moved a bit. He was getting a bit frustrated working with Lucifer. Usually he makes no mistakes.

They ran the scene again.

Hmm. nope! I guess that’s why Charlie called it the HAZBIN hotel hahaha-”

His laughing got cut off by Alastors fake bullshit retort “Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea.” nHe looked at his nails like a sassy ‘mean girls’ like character.

Lucifer’s eyes got more bloodshot as his laugh got more insane and his dialogue speed up “Haha well it’s not very clever-”

Ha HA…” Alastor got down to lucifer’s level and up in his business “Fuck you”

Charlie got in between the two of them “Anyways.. Dad, look at this lovely parlor!” She dragged him away to carry on the scene.

Alastor appeared behind them as Charlie spoke his name. He never missed a cue. He made his way over to her, minding the spot on the floor that is spiked with red tape, for him. “Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests.” He rests a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, thank you, Alastor.” She smiles sweetly and places her hand on his. Lucifer was fuming. Alastor looked back over to his face and his shit eating grin got bigger.

“Quite an impressive young lady,” He placed a hand on her chin. Charlie decided to be a prankster and gave him a kissy face and puckered her lips. Alastor, not expecting such an action, drops his hand from her chin and the radio static picks up. Charlie roared out with laughter, Lucifer following suit.

“Al! Your fucking face!” She had tears in her eyes.

“You traumatized him!” Lucifer was having too much fun with this.

Alastor just looks right into the camera with a traumatized smile and pained eyes. The director yelled cut and Alastor’s smile immediately drops. He frowns and his radio effect is gone from his voice.

“Awh no he's frowning!” Charlie felt kinda bad, but it was a funny prank.

“It was worth it.” Lucifer gave her a high-five.

In the recording studio, Vox was recording his lines for “stayed gone” alongside Alastor. They both had their scripts in front of them and stood in front of microphones.

Vox started his lines “Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been Who has been spotted cavorting around town After a seven-year absence. Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program So, the Radio Demon is- holy fuck I talk a lot..” He exclaimed, running out of breath.

Alastor chuckled, “I have been telling you that.”

“Oh literally go fuck yourself” He rolled his eyes and started from ‘top of the hour’ once again

They tried different callouts between the lines to see what would fit best. Most of it was improv because Vox couldn’t remember the actual script. He was too engaged with yelling at alastor and looking at the cocky son of a bitch in the booth beside him.

“Yes, I know it's been a while Since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast Sinners, rejoice!”

“What a stupid voice!” Vox yelled. Vox just did a string of those, looping Alastor’s track so he did have to repetitively sing the same cue line. “Such an irritating voice!” “What a lousy voice!” He could’ve gone all day long if the sound director let him. All those shower conversations had prepared him.

“Instead of a clout-chasing mediocre video podcast” Alastor sang and let Vox have multiple retorts

“Come on.. No, that one is so boring. Lemme try again” Vox sighs and thinks of better retorts, “Oh piss off!” “Excuse me?” “up yours!”

“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?”

“Ignore his chirping!”

To be honest, Vox could have written a disstrack.

[selineram3421]

A little meow meow.

Temporary Control

Part 2

Part 1

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, stalking, cussing, mentions of mind control, cannibalism mention(with small comic panel), blood, kiss on the palm of hand ⚠

Vox had a plan.

In order to make the pretty time doll run into his arms the Radio Demon had to make a really terrible mistake.

I'll be able to help with that.

He went to work, having his screens showing wherever the red dressed demon went to study his rival's habits and routes. Looking through spare parts for his little "bug" project.

While making the little bug device, Valentino had let himself in and got comfortable on a couch nearby the work bench.

"I was wondering what had you so cooped up~", the moth demon says before taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing some of the smoke out. "But I see its just him again."

"I'm busy.", he grumbles, flicking on the fan to ventilate the room and get rid of the smoke.

"Even for little 'ol me?", the pimp asks in a mock innocent tone.

"You're not little.", Vox huffs and solders some of the wires into place.

"That's what she said."

Putting down the soldering tools, the T.V. Demon turns around and finds Valentino laying down like the lady from the Titanic film.

"Draw me like one of your french girls~", the moth demon says with a wide grin.

Vox walks over and glares down at the demon. "Get the fuck out.", he says completely done.

"Hmm...", the pimp hums and takes a quick hit of the cigarette. "No.", he blows out the smoke at the blue demon's screen.

Swiping at the smoke, the T.V. demon scowls and grabs a cushion to toss at the moth's face, but he dodge it.

"I'm busy!", he shouts and goes back to the work bench.

Valentino rolls his eyes behind the heart shades and gets up from the couch, making his way over to stand behind him and look at the notes pinned up on the wall.

"What's got you all serious? Usually you'd fire another joke back.", the moth demon says.

Ignoring him, Vox continues to work and glances at his notes on the blueprints every so often.

After thoroughly reading through the notes, Valentino laughs.

"Making a mind control device? Your influence with the media and abilities should be enough for that."

"Its not just for any demon.", he pipes up, stopping his work to go over to the wall of screens that have been following the Radio Demon. "Its for that fucker right there."

The pimp goes and stands next to him, glancing over the screens.

Vox holds his arms behind his back. "With this little bug, it'll make it easier for me to take control of that guarded pretentious prick and make him do whatever I want.", he says turning to look at the taller demon.

"Oh~ And then you get his girl~", the moth demon chuckles.

The T.V. demon goes back to work and is finally able to kick the tall ass moth out of the room.

.

After finishing the "bug", Vox pinpoints where the Radio Demon is and mocks him through the screen, then he makes his way over to start the first part of his plan.

When arriving, he sees the cannibal walking away from the butchers with a bag and lifting up some sliver of bloody meat up to his lips.

Not waiting, he sends out some wires to attack.

The building nearby breaks apart, making some dust and debris fly off.

Alastor emerged from the dust clouds, flicking rubble off of his coat, past annoyed from earlier and now completely pissed off.

"You son of a bitch.", he growls out, eyes turning into radio dials.

"That's uncalled for!", Vox says in a fake offended tone. "But you're not wrong.", he grins and attacks again.

Its chaos as the two go at each other. Tossing vehicles, pieces of buildings, and even demons. And at some point they get close enough to ripping the other's head off.

The T.V. demon uses this opportunity to throw the bug onto his rival and watches as it crawls out of sight.

"€ŇØỮǤĦ Ø₣ ŦĦƗŞ ŇØŇŞ€ŇŞ€!", the deer demon shouts out with heavy static, using tentacles to try and pull him into one of the portals.

"As fun as this is, I'm going to have to leave.", Vox says, dodging the black tendrils. "Sorry to cut this short.", he says and manages to leave, dodging half a building his rival tries to crush him with. "Ta'ta Radio Shack!"

.

Alastor stared down at the remains of tomorrow's dinner, now a pile of dirty meat on the ground. The bag having ripped and contents spilled after Vox's attack.

"Damn that piece of-", he let out a sigh and collects himself before making his way back to the hotel.

She was waiting for him.

Their date was today and he didn't want to be late, that would be incredibly rude.

Deciding to speed things up, the Radio Demon teleported to his room and rushed to fix himself up. After being satisfied with his clothes, he walked over to their room and knocked on the door.

They open the door with a smile but then it disappeared, replaced with a frown instead.

Why the frown?

"Alastor, you're bleeding.", she steps closer and gently wipes the blood he didn't feel start to drip above his brow. "What happened?"

"Nothing too concerning darling.", he smiles and takes a hold of their wrist, placing a kiss on the palm of their hand. "Just had a run in with some vermin."

They tug on his sleeve and pull him into their room.

"Let's clean you up and get you rested. We can have date night another time.", they say and close the door behind him.

"But dearest-", he tries to change their mind.

"No. There's dark circles under your eyes, you need to rest.", they point out and usher him to sit on the bed.

He sits down without a fuss, knowing that they'd be upset if he didn't listen.

"Stay put while I get the first aid kit, ok?", his little hour glass says before pecking his forehead.

"Very well darling.", he mumbles.

They give him a wonderful smile before going into the bathroom to search for the box.

Feeling a bit tired, Alastor lies down and closes his eyes, not noticing the little bug bot attaching itself onto the back of his neck.

I'm half asleep. Wooo! *face plants onto bed*

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

Taglist@

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ML for Alastor🎙

ChL for TC

[amaritypewriter]

“Don’t call me babe…”

!!!!HERE FOR PART ONE!!!

Valentino presents reader to their new home and identity! Then they get a chance to show off their P-rn star abilities,

Fem!reader, reader gets a new name, reader fucks another girl, Tiffany Titfucker gets mentioned,

Why do I kinda feel Tiffany is that one purple fox that made Charlie blush; idk that’s just my head canon

I DONT OWN ANY CHARACTER OTHER THEN MOXY KET (AKA Y/N)

“You will continue your pop star and model duties while also being active in the studio.” Valentino stated. He was currently behind you and he had you lined against him with his hand over your mouth as he read over your contract rules the lay before you. You had come early to the V’s tower to talk to Valentino about this contract nonsense, I mean he couldn’t be serious when he said you were his, right?

The name signed at the bottom of the contract he was reading from was a constant reminder of how hard you had screwed up. “You will also begin living in the V’s tower from now on, you will have a dorm, a curfew, and responsibilities to keep up with.” God the urge to bite his hand and run was beginning to close in on you, “It’s all very simple really, you just have to remember this princessa,” Valentino began before grabbing your face harshly making you face him. He knew this was all a big joke to you, you weren’t even listening to him. “If I say you’re taking it up that ass tonight, you say yes Valentino, if I say you’re fucking twenty guys before lunch you say yes Valentino, Got it whore?” He said as his grip tightened on your face, your heart was pounding, this was the first time you actually felt fear since this whole thing started. “Yes, Valentino” you mumbled out, “Good girl, you’re already learning.” He praised. “Well also be getting rid of that god awful name of yours and rebranding your- well. Everything! Y/N what type of name even is that.” He laughed as if he wasn’t even talking to you despite the fact you two were alone in his office. Later~ He walked you to your new room, there were doors everywhere, plated names, posters, and titles everywhere you both walked until you got to room 11. It was a nice white double door with a gold lining that said room 11 on it. On top of the door there it was your new name, “Moxy K.” You looked up at Valentino “seriously? Like the drug? What does the K even stand for?” You asked stubbornly “Ket, your new name is Moxy Ket, cariño.” He said as you both stood at the door. Well get settled in I already had all your stuff moved from your old apartment. He said walking off, leaving you alone in the hall.

-

You were now in your new room the room was beautiful, decorated in pink tones. It

Had a fluffy round bed with pink and leopard print bedding, adorned with plush pillows that said things like slut or whore on them. To the right of the bed, there was clothing rack with gorgeous lingerie from the finest brands you yourself would never buy. There were posters of you everywhere, they all said things like “tour of 1999”, or “the original stage sensation!” And more, but what actually caught you attention was the nice vanity with all new full coverage makeup, best brands in hell all lined in the shelf’s and drawers. Not to mention a huge playboy bunny tapestry draped on top of it. At least in the middle all this chaos your room was nice, you were deep in thought before you heard a knock on the door. A guy walked in, he had a very tall build you estimated he was at least around 8 feet with his heels on. He seemed to be of the spider type of demon.

“Ay new girl, uh Moxy? Valentino wants ya,”

You groaned before sitting down on the vanity, “yeah I’ll be there,” you grumbled as if you had a choice. “So uh it’s better not to keep him waiting. Just sayin,” he warned closing the door behind him as he exited.

The second you walked into the studio where Val said he wanted to meet with you, your senses were immediately bombarded with flashing lights, sets of people working, and smoke lots and lots of smoke. The first face you saw the second you looked up was his, Valentino. “Ay princessa, baby good news you’ve got your first gig cariño.” He said extatic as he pushed you away over to the studio

“your co-star is a hot porn genius named Tiffany Titfucker,”

“Val I don’t know the first thing about porn!” You said in a panick through gritted theeth

“It’s not that hard to fuck and scissor a girl sweetheart your lucky I don’t make you take 5 cocks at a time whore you weren’t supposed to start until tomorrow bitch so your gonna give me a good performance or else,” Valentino threatened while breathing down your neck. He immediately stood up tall and the words he yelled rang in your ears.

“We’re on in a fucking five!”

You began to chew on your nails as you frantically looked over your lines trying your best to memorize them.

“Ah don’t bother with those doll, nobody watches porn for the plot anyway,” said a playful and snarky but familiar voice, it was the demon who came to fetch you earlier in your room. “Your sweating bullets doll, first time?” At first you thought he was just teasing but as you looked up at him it seemed he was genuinely curious. “Yeah uh I don’t do porn he just kind threw me in here,” you replied nervously chewing up your lip. “Oh shit well- uh no need to be nervous, Tiff is great a bitch but in a good way? She’ll take care of you don’t worry” He said trying his best to comfort you, “Just go out there and don’t think too much, try to have fun!” He said with a comforting grin on his face. “Places! And where the fuck is Moxy?!” Valentino called out in anger, “ay that’s you,” The guy said motioning up pushing you up closer to the set pieces. “I’m here!” You yelled out to him before moving in front of the camera “Fucking finally!” Valentino said raising his voice once again. As you approached the set your nerves began to ease up. The story line was simple lipstick lesbian can’t pay for her pizza, and pizza delivery girl fucks her brains out as payment, simple.

-

Before you knew it you were up against the wall, as this tall purple wolf demon groped at your body. “Ah baby~ you feel- ah” you managed your scream out in a breathy moan before she took you back into her mouth, both your tongues curling up against each other, as your saliva mixed together. Your hands went down to cup her ass as she left bruises and bits all over your sensitive neck. God the air felt so thick and heavy, her soft claws traced down your body. Your breath hitched as you arched you back up for her, and this certainly didn’t go unnoticed either. “God you’re so good baby, all ready for mommy huh?” You didn’t even get a chance to respond before she pushed two fingers into your slick wet cunt, “I’m going to corrupt you baby, I’m gonna break you into mommy’s little slave.” She growled fifthly into your ear probably to break you and god it was working. You didn’t get to respond before her fingers began moving, pushing in and out of your clit with each thrust you were in ecstasy, the amount of bliss her fingers brought you was indescribably hot. “Ah- fuck!” You cried out in a heated moan. Before you knew it you had cum? Yes that’s what it was, there was a good amount of damp white liquid all over Tiff’s fingers and you only noticed when she brought them up to your face and demanded, “Suck,” you just looked at her in confusion everything had happened so quickly you were still trying to recover your breath when in a swift movement she moved her hand to your throat. “I’m not gonna have to repeat myself? right.” You immediately opened you mouth a both her finger fucked down your throat and for some reason you had never been so turned on before-.

“CUT!” Valentino yelled out the word to stop, Tiffany took her fingers out of your mouth and looked over at the directer, dusting herself off and fluffing up her big soft purple tail. “That’s a wrap for today bitches!” He yelled out to everyone and everybody obeyed and began packing up. You decided to do the same walking over to your bag that was on one of the many vanities to collect your things, as you tidied up you stuff you hadn’t noticed Valentino creeping up behind you so when he placed both his hands on your shoulders it obviously scared you, not enough to make you do something but enough to flinch since by now there was no mistaking who’s tight grip this was. “Corazón~ baby, you did so good,” he sounded awfully pleased with you? “Let me take you out tonight mhm? You’ll have fun I promise.” He started, “I don’t know Val, I wouldn’t really feel safe-“ you explained, at the mention of his little nickname he realized you were getting more comfortable, and that always all he wanted. “Com’on baby, it’ll be at one of my clubs, the more calmer ones. You’ll have a good time-“ He obviously wasn’t planing on dropping it, but then again if he was offering to take you out who were you to decline?

[seramilla]

Dunno if it gets revealed in fallen Carmilla, fallen pregnant Sera au that they are married and stuff sooooo.....

Carmilla had a nice start of the day, waking up to her lovely wife, having breakfast with her family, going to work... That's where it all stops.

It was one of those days where nothing was going right. One of machines for making daggers stopped working so she spend 3 hours trying to fix it. Turns out one of her workers dropped a screw in the mechanical system, breaking the cogs in the process. She had to make new ones by hand which means a shipment is gonna be delayed. Also, one of the idiotic sinners tried to break in, destroying on of her doors and alarms in the process.

Even worse. She is in a meeting right now. In an extremely agitated mood. And Vee's are being annoying... If they weren't owners of a large sum of hell's population she wouldn't even invite those scoundrels.

Then a few words were said from Valentino to her daughters... The mama bear mode activated, buttons were pushed and a screaming match started. Zestial, and the girls tried to calm her down before she kills them all.

Both lucky and unlucky thing, depending which side you are looking at, happened. A loud "Mama!" was heard. A toddler run into a meeting room towards Carmilla laughing brightly and smiling widely.

The emotions that run through Carmilla's face ranged from worry and anxiety to curiosity and confusion.

She picked up the toddler. "Nina, what are you doing here?"

The girl smiled at her mama with a half gummy grin. "Hiding. Mommy, finding."

Carmilla smiled as she adjusted Emily in her arms and went to leave the meeting room. "Let's go find your mommy." Zestial and the girls followed in tow.

... Carmilla has completely forgotten other people in the room...

The others just stared at each other, wondering what the heck just happened. What kind of weapon is this that can calm Carmilla fucking Carmine so easily. And since when has she got another kid? Did this one have wings? And mentioned another mommy? What the heck?!?!

Carmilla's workers find out eventually, but it was never stated when. I can totally see Carmilla just forgetting about all the other people in the room when Emily appears. The girl is just part of her routine now, and she falls into caring for her out of habit, without realizing her employees are starting right at them. Then she's probably wondering where Sera is, if Emily is supposed to be "hiding".

Carmilla, Zestial, and the other girls run into Sera in the hallway. She's apologizing profusely, telling Carmilla she hadn't expected Emily to run off like that. They were supposed to be playing hide-and-seek in their living quarters, but Emily is so big now, she forgets how independent she's becoming. Carmilla eases Sera's fears...she always knew she couldn't keep them hidden forever. She knew the day would come, and it was only a matter of time. She'll deal with the media frenzy that is sure to follow the news that Carmilla not only has another kid, but she's also married, to an angel. The Vees are going to have a field day with this one.

But it's okay. She's not scared of them. Neither is Zestial. She knows as the oldest overlord, and one of the oldest Sinners in Hell, the extent of his powers are much greater than anyone outside their circle knows. He could evaporate any of the Vees in a puff of smoke, if he wanted to. He and Carmilla will deal with the fallout. Carmilla's just finally glad that the hiding and secrecy have come to an end. She doesn't have to hide her wife and child anymore, and that is freeing.

[weebsinstash]

Not to be chugging Valentino juice again (😏) but I was thinking of like, sometimes when you're working long hours and sleeping weird, sometimes you can enter a 'zone' where you're basically running on autopilot and youre not tired or even hungry anymore? Sometimes I've been awake over 24 hours depending on... environmental factors

So imagine at one point Reader is like "well, I can already basically smoke weed and fast and somehow stay up for 2 days straight, and if you overdose down here you kind of just spring back up, so what if I just start taking uppers to stay awake so I can work as long as I can so I can move out of this shitty rented room at Val's studio as fast as possible"

It starts off small. You're young and only give yourself maybe 4 hours of sleep before your evening shift and just sleep again when you get off. Maybe you take a two hour nap, wake up, go to work, take another 2 hour nap, go to the secret second job you're not supposed to have. Eventually you're going entire days without sleeping with maybe 2 solid meals a day. Most of the time people see you drinking protein/meal replacement drinks

You're on the clock and removing drinks from your tray for the Overlord and his girls as they all sit around and mingle. your hands are visibly shaking and he grabs you to make you face him and all but laughs in your face. You think someone like him wouldn't know a pill popper when he sees one, with your fucking jitters and pin-prick pupils and the jerky way you won't keep eye contact with him? He'd mock you and act like you're pathetic before getting more mad because you're doing this shit on the clock and this isn't what he's paying you for (like gee when are you going to realize he tips you more when you stroke his ego and suck up to him, maybe he doesn't even care about your other tables)

"Well I barely make any money, how else am I supposed to move out if I don't work more hours?"

Pause. When did you decide you were moving away? He doesn't remember having this conversation with you, giving you permission. What, were you just going to suddenly quit your job without warning too? Yeah you were actually, and tell him pretty nonchalantly, "well, I figured you wouldn't even care. I mean, you count my tips after my shifts. Literally the only one bothering to give me much of anything is... you. Just hire someone else? You're probably actually losing money by having me work here anyw--"

"Oh, so you make decisions for me now, is that it?"

And you don't expect him to be so angry, but he is. In your mind, you had been debating if it was worse to tell him ahead of time, like a two weeks notice or to just disappear, but now you're realizing you were doomed either way. In his eyes he was being nice by giving you a job and a place to live, even if it's a low paying job and your room has hellish rent for what it actually was. And now you're just going to, DISRESPECT HIM like this? Without any warning, without talking to him, without any apology?

He's just growling "You UNGRATEFUL little bitch--" before he's snapping his fingers to have some of his goons pop out of nowhere and grab you. "Take em to my office. I'll deal with this one after all the shows" and you're just locked in his office with nothing but your thoughts to panic and cry and wonder what he wants. And then. He just. Has you fetched and put in the limo like usually you do at the end of every night anyways, at least the nights when your boss was there and drove everyone back to the studio. And you're thinking, what makes this different than every other night? Where is the punishment or whatever? And the time comes where everyone is getting out of the limo at the studio and he just points, "not you. You stay"

All but ready to piss yourself as the driver starts the car again and it's just the two of you and besides him seemingly suspicious preoccupied with texting on his phone, he's glaring at you constantly, obviously upset, but not saying shit. And eventually it becomes increasingly obvious that he's just. Taking you home. You get pulled out of the limo and it's just his straight up fucking house. And this is the point where your, you know, human trafficking boss who regularly dehumanizes and commodifies other people is essentially just very up front, "if you're going to be a brat about living at the studio, fine, there's space for you here" but what, that obviously doesn't make any sense? This is his house? What? You haven't so much as sucked this man's dick and--

Oh. That's what he wants for rent this time around, actually: your body. And since he can't exactly force you to work your shitty waiter job and force you to provide good service with a smile, then really, isn't this a PRIVILEGE for you? To just have to put out and you get a free place to live? People would kill to be in your position. But. It's not just sleeping with just anyone. It's HIM. And you're terrified the second you give him an inch he'll take a mile. Sure, today it's "sleep with me at least once a month for rent" but what's going to keep that from becoming "sleep with me once every other week, sleep with me every week, actually you're not allowed to sleep PERIOD unless you fuck or suck me first, actually you know what since you're so loose now I have some friends--"

And it's just terrifyingly obvious to you that he's been planning this and sees basically nothing wrong with it since, I mean, he's been living like a king down here for decades, doing what he wants, getting what he wants. Sure, he may have some, unhinged obsessions with you, but it's also like you're his cute little toy right? He's allowed to make decisions for you, especially now that he's paying for your lodgings and, hey wait suddenly he's insisting on buying you all new clothes and different washing products and taking you to salons and dermatologists and spas and by the time you know it, you're his little, pet slash partner slash arm candy, being dragged around in your designer matching outfits and maybe just maybe the occasional collar or necklace or ring so that people know you're TAKEN and I swear I am healthy and normal 😩❤️

[bluespiderlully]

Proships' philosophy

Edit: I'll say that I didn't want to start a war in the first sentence of this post, the war for some reason started, sorry guys. If you want to stay away from the battle, you can, just don't be too violent, mustard gas was prohibited in 1925 by the Geneva Convention, it's illegal so don't throw it and be nice, please.

I don't want to start a war guys, I swear, but I've red some posts here and on reddit, or conversations on discord from proshippers, saying thay proshipping is legit just like any other kind of shipping and when someone says them "Hey, I don't like you're shipping these two characters togheter because one of them is a minor and you romanticised the p word or the r word (we'll come to that later, keep that in mind) they completely lose their minds and go berserk; the only thing I'm asking myself is... does this make sense if someone just makes you notice that you're romanticising something that shouldn't be romanticised, and that's objective, in a minor x adult relationship there's often a power dynamic, where one is superior and the other is submitted, of course I'm talking about larger age gaps and not about ships where a character is 17 so they're a minor and the adult character is 18, I think that most of you reading this was in this situation irl, and there's absolutely nothing wrong, but when a character is 14 and another one is 21 well...

The same thing happens in incest, and I am the first person that likes the Jaime x Cersei ship in Game of Thrones, why? Because it's well written, it's realistic. You see this dynamic, Jaime is STRONGLY submitted to Cersei, in fact at one point of the story he leaves her and she freaks out, not because she loves him but because from her pov she owns him, that's different.

Do you want another example? I LOVE the Twin Princes lore in DS3, even in that case there's subordination, Loroian chooses (or does he?) to share his brother Lothric's curse and cripples himself for his sake, defending him from being liked to the First Flame, but he's DEPENDENT from Lothric, you see it in the boss fight and again, this is well written.

But let's come to the r word, toxic relationships are ruining today's literature. Here's your daily reminder that Stockholm syndrome is a medical condition and not romantic at all. I keep seing the bad abusive boy x innocent girl and this is more medieval than actual medieval tales (Lancelot and Guinevre didn't have a toxic relationship).

But again, you can totally write toxic relationships, guess what, it's one of my favourite tropes. I think Hazbin Hotel has a poor writing sometimes but, for example, Valentino and Angel Dust's relationship is very well written, even if what's going on in their relationship is obvious many people are writing fanfictions where they romanticise their relationship... guys... why!? Is everything fine with you?!

I mostly write about KNY and this fandom has a similar situation, I don't get why you all ship RenKaza. This whole thing of romanticising their relationship doesn't make sense in the canon universe, it can make sense in a modern AU, or in an AU where they're both slayers, I think they could get along very well. But people are writing fanfiction where Kyojuro survives and Akaza looks for him, then he finds him, Kyojuro is like "heeey no, you tried to kill me" but they fall in love. Someone who has the intent to kill you doesn't change his mind in a blink of an eye, plus, Akaza was doing his job, he was pretty happy to kill Kyojuro since he wasn't becoming a demon, their whole conversation before starting the fight was "become a demon Kyojuro" "no" "Okay, I'm killing you".

But I've red very good fanfics about Akaza having an obsession about Kyojuro, and these were so good, I can't find the author anymore so *grabs a megaphone and screams in earrape* PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF AND LINK YOUR WORKS SOMEWHERE, IF I WAS A SCULPTOR I'D MAKE YOU A STATUE BUT I'M A SINGER SO THE BEST I CAN DO IS SING YOU A SONG (same for people who will link me this fanfictio). Let's get back to our serious discussion, in these fics Akaza was looking for Kyojuro in his future life too, and Kyojuro's mind was completely fucked up, he was never happy for what happened, he was being threatened and abused, but hey, that's angst, that's not romantic and it's an interesting topic, I can't say the opposite.

So basically ship what you like, there's a way to put your favourite pairing togheter without making it horribly wrong, AUs are a great thing so please use them, and there's nothing wrong in writing about a toxic relationship either, but you have to do it with sensibility, otherwise I can tell you that it's just extremely disrespectful.

[oli-draw]

The Great adventures of Wally and his friends

The first part:

Act Two:

Wally and his friends had come a long way and were a little tired on the road, so they had to stop at a gas station to refuel the car and they had a little rest. But there was also a spy at the gas station who was hunting for someone-this is Oli.

Oli was looking through binoculars at a new copy for Valentino.

Visitors at the gas station were not suitable for Olya and she let them through until she attacked an antrophomort blue dog with colored spots - This is Barnaby.And Pom looked at Poppy, Heidi, and Sally. She is very happy about this and when she noticed that they began to gather, she began to chase them.When the guys arrived at their destination, namely the bay. They settled down for the night to rest for tomorrow. Oli took pictures of Wally and his friends from under her mother-in-law and sent these photos to Valentino via her phone.

Oli was already thinking about a plan for hunting and kidnapping.

First:Flush .

Oli dug a small hole and paved it with leaves and grass, hid in the bushes. When Eddie went to get firewood, he calmly passed her trap. The girl did not understand how he did it, because in fact the leaves and branches should crack from the heavy weight and in a place with Eddie he would crawl down into the pit.When she came to the trap and jumped on it, she fell into the pit with a crunch of branches.

- Here are the apple pancakes! Oli said angrily and came up with a new trap.

Second:Bowl

She called up a rope with a cup-shaped trap, and she wrapped the end around another tree and sealed it with a peg.

Her plan is as follows:The victim will touch the rope, the peg will come off and the Lapushka will fall on it.And voila!

That's how it turned out, someone got trapped. Oli, with joy on her face and a sense of victory, she ran up to the trap and opened it, she saw not what she wanted. A raccoon got trapped. She began to hiss at her and die a little closer. Oli began to move back and tripped over the root of a tree, she rolled head over heels back with screams, after which she fell off a cliff into the river.

A strong current began to carry the girl away.

"Save me! Somebody! I can't swim!"She screamed, floundering, swallowing and spitting. She did not notice how water was gradually getting into her mouth and she could barely breathe, after which she lost consciousness and strength, went down to the bottom.

She was completely unconscious, she did not see, hear or feel anything, only the pounding of her heart in her chest passed through her ears like the ticking of a clock counting the minutes of her life.

After a while, she woke up inside the van. She was lying on an unfolded bed. She is wearing a man's long T-shirt with four arms.

" Ugh... My head," she said, stroking her head, "Where am I?"

After looking around, she got out of bed and began to wander.Her clothes were drying, and her bag with her phone was on the table. When Oli turned on the phone, it started working completely. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew... Thank God," she replied and began to turn her head, looking around the place.- "Where am I? .."

Suddenly Wally enters the van, he decided to check on the well-being of the guest and when he saw that she was awake and in order, he smiled at her and said:

" Oh! Hi, honey, how are you feeling?"

Oli took two steps away and, taking a frying pan that came under her arm, she aimed it at him. As a weapon.

"Who are you?! What happened to me?" she asked in fright. "Where am I?"

"Hush, hush," he soothed her and immediately switched to her questions "I'm Wally and my friends and I were just relaxing on the beach. As soon as we saw you drowning, Barnaby and Eddie rushed to save you. They pulled you out of the water and we tried to bring you to your senses."

" Yes?"she asked and looked at her body, asked another question "How long was I unconscious?"

"3 hourBarnaby answered by opening the front door to the van. Looking at them, a smile appeared on his face "Wally, I see that she is fine.Okay. Let's go before we eat the fried sausages without you."

"Come on!" he replied and switched to Oli "Well... Will you come with us?We're frying marshmallows and sausages here."

Thinking about the answer, Oli agreed and soon she went after Wally.The others were waiting for them outside, Howdy was trying to play a tune on the banjo and choose a suitable one for the campfire. Frank, Julia, Eddie and Barnaby were gathering firewood, and Sally and Poppy were preparing the table.

"Hey, I see she's already awake," Howdy exclaimed when he saw Wally, followed by Oli. Oli was very worried and embarrassed to make contact"How do you feel, sugar?"

"Me?"Oli asked him, she doubted the answer, but soon she gave it away "Yes! I'm fine."

"That's nice," he answered her affectionately and continued to tune the banjo again.

Wally took her to a log and let her sit on it, and he sat down next to her.

"Well," he said to greet Oli and his friends." Oli, these are my friends:Barnaby, Howdy, Poppy, Julie, Sally, Eddie and Frank."

Everyone waved at her.

"Guys, this is Oli"Wally was introduced by her friends.

"Hi, I'm Oli" she said nervously and timidly"But to be more precise, my name is Olivia Flower"

"And what is Oli?"Julia asked.

"It's a pseudonym," Oli replied.

"You have a nice name," Eddie said with a chuckle, which embarrassed Oli. Soon the guys heard a strange sound like a mobile phone ringing.

"what is it?"Frank asked.

I have it!Oli replied and immediately rushed into the van. After closing herself in it, she picked up the phone and Valentino's angry voice was heard from there.

"Oli!"he shouted angrily into the phone "Where are you, you premature Clown?!"

"I am now with your goal, which I sent you."Oli replied nervously and tremulously.

"great!"He answered joyfully"And now, you need to change the route and after that you should come with them to the circus show in Cruelocity. Is it clear?"

"But.. But Sire I am."She tried to answer something, but Valentino immediately hung up the phone.

Olya was filled with fear in her veins and she was shaking, but there was nothing to do. She found a map and took a pencil with an eraser at the end, began to erase the lines and with sighs began to change the route.

After finishing her work, she sighed longingly, putting away the map.pencil and phone, got out of the van and went to the others.

"Oli, you're back!"Julia replied happily.

" yeah..."She replied through a smile, hiding her problem.

The guys had a great time together, including Oli, they sang songs to the guitar, ate fried sausages and marshmallows, told each other stories and watched the burning fireflies in the dark.It was a magical feeling that Oli had never felt anywhere, living under the wing and rod of her boss Valentino.

And when it was getting close to bedtime, the guys split up. The boys will spend the night in tents, and the girls will sleep in the van.

So they did. The guys took the tents out of the van and went to disassemble them and build them, while the girls stayed in the van overnight.

Frank was just unhappy and grumbled all the time, mumbled and muttered something under his breath, it was from the appearance of Oli.

"I don't like her," he snorted under his breath, hammering the speakers into the ground.

"What are you talking about?"Wally asked him.

"This Oli, she's kind of weird," he replied sullenly and suspiciously at her.

"Come on, have a nice day," Barnaby said amiably.

" Of course," Eddie intervened, " How can you not be nervous after she almost drowned."

"Whatever you think, but I don't like her," Frank replied angrily and sullenly.

Meanwhile, the girls were getting ready for bed. Poppy, Sally and Gilly discussed plans for tomorrow's trip, and Oli sat on the unfolded bed and thought about Valentino and how no one would suspect the boss's plan.

" Oli"Julia let her, seeing Oli's worried and even more nervous face, she asked"are you okay?"

"A... Me?" she asked Gilia and clearing her throat, she gave the answer- Yes, I'm just tired.

" Okay, good night,"Julia wished her and lay down with the others.

"Good night," Oli replied and with a sigh, wrapped herself in a blanket and began to sink into sleep.

A few minutes later, she found herself in a dark room, surrounded by darkness and only whispers complemented this environment. Bright scarlet smoke swirled and curled around the girl's half-naked body and it looked like smog from tobacco. Oli, hiding her body with her hands, trembled like a little puppy. The whisper grew stronger and the fear in the heart of a sixteen-year-old teenager overtook him to the very tip of his life, and then a voice was heard, Valentino's evil and rather demonic voice:

"Oli! You're a rotten rat!"

Turning around, Oli saw her boss's strength from a clot of alago and tobacco smoke. His eyes burned with bright bloody lights, wanting to torment the young lady.

"Why can't I ask you to do something normal?!" he shouted at her, coming closer to her.

Oli was about to run, but shackles and a chain abruptly appeared on her arms and neck. Valentino pulled them closer to him.

"You are a sweet-talking idiot!"he replied and pulled the chain with Olina's neck towards him." What did I ask you to do? Bring them here, but you disobeyed me, you bastard!"

Oli saw him shake his fist and point it sharply at her.

The girl woke up screaming, sweat and tears flowing down her body in the slightest trickle. The rest of the girls woke up from the scream.

"Oli! What in the name of the holy stars is going on?!" Sally asked sharply and angrily, but after looking at her, concern appeared on her face "Oh, dear, did you have a nightmare?"

Oli nodded and the others came up to her.

"Honey," Poppy said and sat down next to her, "I know how to deal with nightmares.

"How?"Oli asked through tears.

" Do your hair?"Julia asked.

"To remember poetry?"Sally asked.

"Can't sleep?" asked Oli.

"..No, no, no, silly," Poppy replied with a giggle, "My grandmother always sang this lullaby when I had nightmares.

Pressing Oli tightly and wrapping her in her wings, she began to sing her grandmother's lullaby:

(The song rises the moon-

Liana Flores)

days seem sometimes as if they'll never end

sun digs its heels to taunt you

but after sunlit days, one thing stays the same

rises the moon

days fade into a watercolour blur

memories swim and haunt you

but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke

rises the moon

oh close your weary eyes

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

to darken fading summer skies

breathe breathe breathe

days pull you down just like a sinking ship

floating is getting harder

but tread the water child, and know that meanwhile

rises the moon

days pull you up just like a daffodil

uprooted from its garden

they'll tell you what you owe, but know even so

rises the moon

you'll be visited by sleep

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

to steal away each dream you keep

breathe breathe breathe

[fizziepopangel]

Rest For The Wicked

* Author's note: I am chronically ill and I've been feeling like shit lately so this fic took so much longer than I thought it would, and it's not as good as I had hoped, but I am my own worst critic so I hope everyone else enjoys it.

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Husk stood behind the bar, a glass of whiskey resting on the counter beside him as he watched the other residents of the hotel mill around the common area. A yawn escaped his lips as he stared lazily into the common room where Charlie was droning on and on about trust or apologies or boundaries or some other redemption bullshit.

Fuck, I hate this shit. He thought with another yawn as he watched Niffty scurry around after a bug. That girl’s put more holes in the floor and the walls stabbing at those things than she’s put in the bugs. Why do we even let that little psycho run around with anything sharp in the first place?

He let out another yawn and took a swig of whiskey. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten a good night’s sleep. He had been an insomniac for as long as he could remember, but his inability to sleep had worsened since he and Angel had become a thing…. He wanted to sleep after a long day of manning the bar and participating in all of Charlie’s redemption activities, but Angel wanted to go out dancing and blow off steam after a long day of redemption training and dealing with Valentino in the studio… And Husk didn’t think it was his place to say no. He knew he didn’t have much going for him. He was old, he was a gambler and a drunk, and honestly he didn’t see anything attractive about himself, so he figured it would be unwise to disagree or use the word ‘no’ too often once he found himself with a man he already felt he didn’t deserve…. But the lack of sleep and constantly forcing himself to be on the go was starting to take a toll on the hell cat; he could tell the second it began, but his motto always was that there no rest for the wicked and he always claimed that it was the motto of hell itself, even in Charlie’s hotel of ‘healing’.

First it was just a dull ache in his lower back; too much time on his feet at the bar… He figured he could handle it, maybe just pop a couple ibuprofen with his whiskey before work, but over the next few days it just seemed to be one thing after another piling up. Headaches, back aches, and overall fatigue, it all just kinda began to weigh on him heavier and heavier until it seemed like he was ready to crumble beneath this invisible force that no one but him could see.

Husk did his best to ignore it. He really did. He popped ibuprofen, pulled a barstool behind the bar to try to sit whenever he had a chance, even sipping water every so often in a feeble attempt to reverse whatever the fuck had been happening to him… But the stress proved to be too much for the old bar cat, and eventually everything that seemed to be building up would finally seem to break him.

And that is how his boyfriend found him when he came down to swipe a bottle of booze off the shelf after a long day of filming with Valentino; sitting behind the bar at the end of his shift, his body curled up in a ball as he rubbed his temples and tried to keep the tears at bay.

“Husk? Babe, what are you doin’?” Angel said, his voice just above a whisper as he peered over the bar at the hell cat he had come to love. There was concern written across his features, but he stayed where he was… He loved the feline demon in front of him, but it was late and he was tired, and honestly he didn’t know how Husk would react to him having walked in on this seemingly intimate moment since they had only really been dating for a couple of months.

Husk sat there, his wings moving to shelter him in a sort of passive show of defensiveness at his boyfriend's voice. “I…’m fine.” Husk mumbled out, his breath coming out in a sort of shaky sigh that just didn’t sit right with Angel.

All of the tiredness and annoyance from his own day faded away, taking his fear of overstepping with it as Angel found himself hopping behind the bar and kneeling beside the usually stoic bartender. “You don’t sound too fine.” He sling an arm around his boyfriend. “Ya know I won’t judge you or nothin’ if you aren’t fine…. You never judged me.” Angel gently bumps the other demon’s shoulder and gives him a soft smile. “That’s why I love ya.”

Husk chuckles through his pain and exhaustion. “Yeah? That the only reason?”

“Nah, there’s a couple of other things I like too.” He smirks. “Now what’s goin’ on, kitten?”

“I’m just…. “ Husk let out a long sigh. “I’m just… tired. That’s all.”

Angel looked Husk up and down. There was something about the dark bags beneath his eyes as he said that made Angel’s heart ache. He tried to think about it and in all honesty, he couldn’t really remember the last time he had seen the bartender sit down for more than a moment, or the last time he had seen him eat a decent meal or drink anything other than whiskey. 

Gently, Angel leaned in and kissed Husk’s forehead. “How about we get you up off the floor and go back to my place tonight? I’ll run you a bath.” Angel smirked flirtatiously. “Maybe I’ll join ya; find a way to help you… relax.”

Angel smiled as his boyfriend let out a dry chuckle. “Don’t know if I’m up for that tonight.”

Giving him an affectionate nuzzle, the spider demon smirked. “Fine. Maybe we could just cuddle or somethin’?” 

“That’s gay.” Husk mumbled, sniffling slightly.

Slowly, the pair made their way to Angel’s room, moving at the turtle-like pace Husk set. Despite Husk grumbling about feeling old and hating how shitty he felt, Angel couldn’t help but feel an almost overwhelming sense of love for the grumpy drunk…. Though as he helped the other man into his room, part of him was a little upset  that Husk had let himself burn out this badly.

“Why ain’t we goin’ to my room?” Husk grumbled, pulling Angel from his thoughts as he pulled him into the room and helped him ease onto the bed. Fat Nuggets immediately climbed up on the bed and nuzzled into Husk’s side, snorting softly. Despite himself, the tired drunk grinned softly as he gave the little demon hog a pat. “Hey there, Fat Nuggets.”

Angel smiled as he watched Husk drop his rather tough exterior to pet his little piggy pal. He always loved the relationship Husk had with the little creature, and he knew that Fat Nuggets truly enjoyed the time he got to spend with Husk. It made his heart smile. 

Shaking the thought from his head, Angel walked over and placed a soft kiss on his pig’s head before looking at his boyfriend. “I’ll get that bath goin’, then we can–”

“Nah.”Husk mumbled, shaking his head for a moment before stopping when he realized that the motion made him dizzy in the exhausted state he was in, and that dizziness made him nauseous. “No, just…. I just need to sleep.”

A soft sad look seemed to settle on Angel’s face. Husk looked like he needed a lot more than just sleep… And as he looked him over, he felt bad considering that Husk always seemed to look after him and his well being.He wasn’t sure how he had missed the signs of his partner getting so overworked; he saw the man every single day, this should’ve been something he noticed way before it got to the point of finding him crying on the floor of the bar the way he had.

“How ‘bout we get ready for bed then?” Angel suggested softly, reaching over to gently rub Husk’s back. Husk let out a soft, contented hum, his eyes already growing heavy as his body teetered on the bed. He didn’t argue as Angel moved Fat Nuggets aside and gently easing his boyfriend down against the bed. “Tomorrow we’ll spend the day in bed; we’ll watch some of those stupid magic shows you like on VoxTube and order junk food, maybe even sneak some booze from the bar.”

Angel’s soft words fell into the air, covered by his boyfriend’s snores. He didn’t mind though; this was the most peaceful he had ever seen the soul of his partner. He sighed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over them both and kissing Husk’s temple. “Goodnight, kitten.”

He lay down, but Angel didn’t sleep. No, he lay awake, his hands slowly stroking through Husk’s hair as he listened to him snore and purr through the night. Despite everything that had happened at work that day, he felt at peace knowing that he could hear Husk’s soft breathing as he finally slept; knowing that despite the hell the other man put himself through, that he felt at peace when he was with him, and that in times like this he could take care of Husk in the same way Husk took care of him.