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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 5 years

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Seriously Hurt

Summary: This time when Wade Wilson breaks into the Avenger’s Tower it isn’t just to piss Tony off, it’s to save the readers life. As the team, especially Tony, learns more about the reader they reach a crossroads. Can a person’s past be forgiven? Is it who you are now and not who you were then, that matters? Do people deserve a second chance? Bucky seems to think so.

Word Count: 2708

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Tony rolled his eyes as he watched Wade enter the room. This was the third time Wade had broken into the tower, despite the top of the line security system that he himself had programmed.

“Well aren’t you the gift that keeps on giving”. Wade was unfazed by Tony’s sarcasm, besides he knew Tony secretly love their little game of cat and mouse. Stepping to the side Wade revealed the true reason for his visit.

He looked to Tony, “Don’t get your panties in a twist R2D2, I ain’t here for me today”. As Wade nudged your side you knew this was your turn to talk. Now, not only was Tony looking at you but both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

“I’m (y/n), and don’t worry I’m not nearly as much of a dick as Wade is”, you said before turning to wink at Wade. The room remained silent, everyone trying to understand where you fit in all of this.

Tony sipped from his coffee, “If he’s holding you against your will blink twice”. It was kinda strange to have all eyes on you, especially the eyes of such impressive people. You felt almost like an animal on display.

Wade began to double over in fake laughter, “Wow I didn’t know robots could make jokes! As much as I’d love to continue comedy hour, I’m going to cut to the chase here. I have a bad guy to fuck up, think the love child of Bin Laden and whoever made the ‘What does the Fox say’ song, and I need to know (y/n) here is safe”.

It was entertaining to see everyone try not to smile at Wade’s jokes, but fail miserably. As much as people loved to say that Wade was a lot of handle, it seemed as though they secretly felt that he was a lot better than most.

Placing down his mug Tony joked,“So I’m now a bed and breakfast? Stark’s Suites?”. You watched as Steve Rogers placed down the newspaper he’d been reading, obviously annoyed. He began to reason with Tony, “We can keep her safe Tony, why not?”.

The man you knew as the Winter Soldier began to smirk, “and besides she already told as us she’s not as much of a dick as Wade”. You began to smile yourself, they were being so welcoming to you.

Tony was still weary, “And why can’t she accompany your ‘lovely’ ass?”. Wade refrained from making a joke, even though Tony had kinda set himself up there. Instead he explained, “Because she’s what the twisted fuck wants, and I ain’t gonna allow that”.

It was a long story, and if it was told by Wade, it was even longer. He loved being dramatic. A picture is worth a thousand words, so you figured that showing would be better than telling.

You closed your eyes and slowly summoned your powers. Feeling a little dramatic yourself you decided to give them all a show. You began to feel the electricity in the tips of your fingers.

The men hadn’t yet realized, but you were changing the very makeup of the air around you. If you wanted you could make it thunder, you could engulf the room in flames, or you could make the room crumble to brick and ash with the snap of your fingers.

In order to not destroy the very place you were hoping to hide out in, you settled on your manipulation abilities. When you can change the manifestations of energy down to an atomic level, controlling minds is a piece of cake.

With only your mind you pulled Tony forward until he stood a few feet in front of you, conjured up an electrical current, and surrounded him in circle of electricity. Steve and Bucky both tensed, until they realized that Tony looked as calm as ever.

You’d placed him under a trance, in his mind he was on the most peaceful beach the world had to offer drinking mimosas with Pepper. For effect you slowly began to turn the electricity into flames, allowing them to flow downward from the top of the circle you’d created.

It was strangely beautiful, as the flames flowed like water, and it was like nothing anyone in the room had seen before. The men watched in amazement as you turned what looked like lighting into fire, and then let it fade completely before the flames could reach the floor.

With the flick of your wrist Tony awoke, “Okay.. F.R.I.D.A.Y. run back the security footage of the last minute please”. Tony projected a screen from his wrist, and watched your little show.

For a moment his mouth hung open, you’d rendered the man who always had something sarcastic to say, speechless. While he’d been out cold he’d had the most vivid dreams, but in reality you're engulfed him in a ring of fire and electricity that was nearly as high as the ceiling.

He turned to you, “You play with elements as if they’re nothing….I can see why someone would want to take advantage of that”. It was true, when they wrong people knew what you were capable of it had the potential to be catastrophic.

“Control the party in your pants, just let me know whether she’ll be safe here or not.”. As much as Wade loved to joke around, he was honestly concerned about your well being. He’d wanted you as far away from the fight as possible.

Of course Tony knew he was going to let you stay the moment after Wade first asked, but true to his nature he liked to bush buttons. He smirked, “With her Jedi mind-tricks, I don't think I have a choice”.

That was Tony’s version of a warm welcome. Immediately Wade pulled you into a hug, “Alright dickhead, give daddypool a nice goodbye hug”. And that was Wade’s version of a heartfelt goodbye.

Much to his dismay you kissed his cheek, “Tell Domino I say hi, and to make sure your uglyass doesn’t die on me. If you’re gone, who’s gonna scare the kids on halloween?”. You could hear Bucky try to stifle a laugh, and it cut through the tension of the moment.

Wade began to make his exit, “We could always show the kiddos what you look like before your morning coffee, that’s enough to make Trump crawl back to the hellhole he came from with his tail between his legs”.

That time it was Steve trying to hold back a laugh. Letting out a sigh you put on a smile and tried to pretend that Wade wasn’t about to get himself possibly killed..and all for you. Tony surprisingly came to your rescue, “Steve and I have a debriefing to attend, but Bucky can show you to your room”.

You gripped the straps of your backpack a little harder, “I was expecting a couch, knowing you a couch that costs more than both my kidneys, but a couch”. Tony smirked once again, he was really liking your sense of humor.

He placed his now empty coffee mug in the sink, “You’ve spent the past couple of months living with Wade Wilson, I think you deserve an actual bed”. Knowing went to quit, you simply nodded your head and thanked him.

Steve got up from the table, “It was nice meeting you (y/n), if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask”. So they weren’t just rumors, Steve Rogers was an actual angel sent down from heaven itself.

“And if you ever need any marshmallows toasted, I’m your girl”.

This time Steve didn’t hold back his laughter, and you realized that he was even more beautiful than people said. You could feel that the way everyone had been treating you was genuine and it made a world of a difference.

Once Steve and Tony left the kitchen, it was just you and Bucky. For a moment you just stood there unsure of what to say or do. It had finally settled in that Wade was off to go fight and you were left with strangers, kind and generous strangers, but strangers nonetheless.

Bucky got up from the table, “Why don’t I show you your room so you can put your things down, and then if you’re up for it we can have some real breakfast. No pressure”. You let out a sigh, that did sound like a good offer.

“Only if there’s waffles involved, yes pressure” you teased. Bucky smiled and you felt your heart begin to flutter. Between both him and Steve you’d have a heart attack by the end of the day.

Bucky began to lead you out of the kitchen, “There’s a reason waffles and win both begin with a ‘w’ doll”. Slowly but surely you felt yourself getting more comfortable. You couldn’t tell if you were flirting, or doll was 40’s slang for dude, but it was definitely distracting you.

As you walked through the tower you felt like you were in the most luxury maze the world had to offer. Everything looked too expensive to ever breath on, but it somehow managed to also feel cozy.

Suddenly becoming an avenger sounded more and more appealing. After what felt like forever, Bucky stopped in front of a room labeled “Little Witch”. Slowly he opened the door, “It used to be Wanda’s but her and Vision moved out”.

You’d heard about Wanda before, and in all honesty she’d sounded kickass. Her room was the perfect mixture of cozy and minimalistic. There was a tv, artwork on the walls, a guitar, a beautiful bed, and a desk.

“Well this sure beats sharing a bed with someone who snores like a fighter jet”.

While you weren’t completely lying, you knew that in reality you’d miss the company of sleeping next to Wade. He was the only one who could make your nightmares vanish with one bad joke.

Bucky walked toward the window, “How long have you and Wade known each other?”. It was half curiosity, and half wondering if he’d been flirting with a taken woman. He watched as you laughed to yourself.

You began to reminisce, “Too long...but not that long..everything after the lab just feels like a whole new world”. Bucky wasn’t sure if he’d heard you correctly. Had you both been more connected than he’d thought?

Reading your body language he could tell that you’d felt as though you've shared too much and let something big slip. So maybe he had heard you correctly. Anyways, he’d never pry, he’d experienced enough of people poking and prodding to ever do it himself.

Trying to switch subjects you placed your bag down onto your new bed and asked, “So I was promised waffles?”. Bucky let things smoothly transition, and internally you let out a sigh of relief. He grinned, “You’re looking at the best waffle maker in all of Brooklyn”.

Bucky was going to cook you breakfast? Maybe you’d really went to the fight with Wade, died, and gone to heaven. You could feel your stomach beginning to grumble with the mention of food, “Wow, I didn’t know I was in the presence of such royalty”.

Teasingly he bowed, “It’s okay doll, I’m not holding my diamond-encrusted spatula so how were you supposed to know?”. To have the conversation flow so smoothly calmed your nerves.

You’d been afraid that the avengers were as uptight as Wade joked. Humor, especially the self-deprecating kind, was the key to handling all the complete and utter bullshit life threw your way.

If there was anything you’d learned from Wade it was that jokes were like a liferaft in a sea of despair. Either you can let sadness swallow you whole, or laugh in its face. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth trying.

“Well your highness, however shall I repay you for my ungracious naivety?”.

Bucky grinned, were you flirting with him in old english? He found you surprisingly intoxicating. He tried to look regal, “Hmm since it was an honest mistake, and clearly not out of malice, I believe all would be forgiven over a movie ”.

You both were back out into the hallway now, “A movie?”. Was he already asking you on a date? For the first time in a long time you felt butterflies in your stomach. Bucky continued to lead you back toward the kitchen, “Preferably Disney”.

Although the world knew him as a trained assassin, his closest friends knew him as a huge disney fan. Bucky secretly blamed Steve for it, but the movies were so good that he couldn’t truly complain.

You jumped up and sat on the kitchen counter, “Lilo and Stitch?”. Bucky had begun to get the various ingredients from the fridge, and as his back was now to you, you couldn’t see his smile.

“Good choice”.

The kitchen was filled with laughter, the both of you enjoying how it felt to get along so effortlessly. It was rare that Bucky could feel comfortable around someone he’d just met, let alone really begin to like them.

You watched as he began to make the mix from scratch. You were amazed, “Wow so you’re not just a pretty face”. It was somewhat forward of you, but you were testing the waters. Bucky took the bait, “Just you wait and see doll”.

He’d matched your forwardness, and thus you both knew how interested the other was. Plus, now you knew doll was the same thing as babygirl or princess. But it sounded a lot better leaving his lips, as if he knew exactly how to drive a girl wild.

“I’m starting to think you’re a huge flirt and that whole cold and aloof assassin vibe is just a front”.

Bucky’s smirk grew. He enjoyed your teasing, “Oh doll, you should’ve seen me back in the day”. As he reminisced he started to laugh softly to himself. It was nice to feel like that part of his life wasn’t so far away for once.

Flirting with you had rekindled something deep within himself. You watched in delight as he finally poured the mix into the maker. Your stomach was louder than Wade’s snoring by now.

“If that waffle tastes as good as it smells, then I can only imagine how much of a lady killer you were”.

With the sound of footsteps you were both awoken from your little love trance. Sam hadn’t meant to ruin the moment, but he’d needed to find Bucky. He apologized, “Sorry, but Steve said he needs both of us in the conference room asap”.

Bucky turned to you, “Guess I’ll need a raincheck on that movie then (y/n)”. You nodded your head and smiled, trying to ignore how much you hated the thought of Bucky already leaving.

Sam looked truly sad, “It was nice to meet you (y/n)”. You told him the same and allowed him to leave the kitchen with Bucky. Although you were now alone, at least the waffles would be done in a minute or so.

With a sigh you tried to pull yourself up and remind yourself how great of a start this had already been. Bucky was more wonderful than you could’ve imagined, and he seemed to really like you too.

As much as this situation sucked, it seemed like the beginning of something good. Maybe the universe had finally felt bad for constantly handing you the shit- end of the stick, maybe for once things were about to change for the better.

“Steve, we can’t keep her here and you know that. She was in Pierce’s back pocket and in case you’ve forgotten that was the man who infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. in the name of HYDRA”.

Steve sighed, he wished that Tony had never done that digging because it had changed everything. It had revealed that you had some skeletons in your closet, some big ones, and that you possibly weren’t as innocent as you seemed.

They had reached a crossroads and were left wondering if you were just another Hydra assassin, or just an innocent person caught in the crossfire. Things were about to get serious, and some people were about to get seriously hurt.

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caterinawrites · 7 years

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A Night to Remember

Here’s the short little fic I did for Femslash February. It’s some Alybug fluff. I’ve never written f/f before, so idk if it’s even good, but here it is anyway! Read it on:

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Or under the cut! I don’t usually ship these two just cause I feel like their friendship is pretty normal, but I wanted to do something different cause I’ve seen quite a few people that do ship them, and shipping is just for fun so why not?

Alya shifted nervously, clutching her phone in her hands as she waited by her bedroom window for a certain superheroine to make her appearance. After a moment she wiped her sweat on her jeans and took a deep breath. It wasn’t every day that the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world agreed to do an exclusive interview at her house, and part of her still thought it was a dream. She glanced over her overly tidy room once more for anything that could be out of place. Everything had to be perfect, which is why she’d banned her little sisters from entering all afternoon. The last thing she needed was for Ladybug to think she was a slob.

“Hi,” She nearly jumped out of her skin when Ladybug landed silently on her windowsill and slipped inside. “Sorry I’m late. Got roped into helping a little girl get her cat out of a tree.”

“No, it’s totally fine! You’re not late at all,” She waved it away, taking a moment to admire her soft smile and gorgeous blue eyes. “Thank you for agreeing to this.”

“No problem! Anything for my favorite reporter,” Ladybug grinned, taking the seat that Alya gestured to casually. She was always so calm and cool, and Alya couldn’t help but blush a little at her comment. Ladybug said she was her favorite!

“So, uh, I’m just going to ask you a few questions that our fans want to know, but if you don’t want to answer something we can totally skip it,” She explained, mounting her phone carefully so that they both appeared in the shot before grabbing her note cards.

“Okay,” She shrugged, crossing her legs comfortably and waiting patiently as Alya hit record and took her place in the chair next to her. She took a deep breath before turning on her usual energy.

“Hey, peeps! Alya here with the one and only Ladybug!” She squealed. “Thank you for coming out tonight!”

“No problem! Thank you for having me,” She laughed smoothly.

“I am so stoked that you are here. I’m sure you’re super busy saving Paris and all,” She blushed.

“Yeah, it can get a little crazy, but Chat Noir and I really appreciate all of the support from the people of Paris. We always do our best to keep you guys safe,” She placed a hand over her heart to show her sincerity, and Alya was sure she melted a little bit.

“So, you guys sent in your burning questions, and I’m going to ask them for you! Let’s see if we can dig a little deeper about the girl behind the mask.”

“Not too deep, I hope,” She chuckled.

“Okay, question number one: What is the scoop on you and Chat Noir?” Alya read off of her white index card.

“He and I are partners, well, not partners like, we’re together or anything, just we’re a team, that’s all,” She explained nonchalantly.

“He seems to flirt with you a lot, so our viewers often wonder if there’s anything going on behind the scenes,” Alya waggled her eyebrows suggestively, and to her amusement, and relief, Ladybug actually gagged.

“Not at all,” She insisted. “We’re friends, I guess. We don’t know each other’s identities, and I plan to keep it that way.”

“There you have it, peeps,” Alya turned to face the camera with a smirk. “Okay, next question then. Is Ladybug single?”

“Everyone is very concerned with my relationship status,” She observed with a good-natured chuckle. “Uh, yeah, I’m single.”

“What?” Alya gasped. “The hero of Paris is single, guys! Someone take her on a date!”

She covered her mouth to stifle her giggles, a sound Alya could get used to hearing. Why did everything about her have to be so perfect?

“That leads me to our next question: Would you ever date a fan?”

“Totally!” She nodded.

“Oh, good to know,” Alya smirked mischievously.

“You wanna go out? We can go out,” She shrugged. “This just in, Ladybug’s relationship status changed to taken.”

Alya bit back a smile, feeling her face heating up. What she would give for that to be real.

“Sorry, Chat Noir. Looks like I just stole your girl,” She looked into the camera with a triumphant grin while Ladybug giggled beside her. “Next question: What is your favorite flavor of macarons?”

“Ooo, I love raspberry and pistachio,” She bit her index finger through her suit. “But, I don’t know, lemon might be a close third.”

“Oh, I love lemon. My best friend’s bakery has the best lemon macarons you’ve ever eaten,” Alya moaned.

“Aww,” She giggled.

“Okay, just a couple more questions. Cats or dogs?”

“I love all animals,” She replied. “I have no preference.”

“Man, Chat Noir must really be hurting tonight,” Alya snickered, and Ladybug bit her lip.

“Sorry, Chat!” She turned to the camera with an apologetic wince.

“What is your favorite spot in Paris?” Alya asked, setting aside the final card and looking up. She felt her heart skip a beat as she watched Ladybug think about it for a moment.

“Mmm, probably the top of the Eiffel Tower. It’s so high up, and you can see everything. It looks so beautiful when it’s lit up at night, and I love how small everything looks,” She sighed.

“That’s so romantic,” Alya giggled, and Ladybug actually blushed. “Well, that’s all the time we have for this one. Thank you so much for answering our questions and being so wonderful, Ladybug.”

“Anytime,” She smiled sweetly.

“Until next time, Bugheads. Be sure to subscribe to the Ladyblog where I post updates on everything Ladybug, and make sure you stay connected!” She and Ladybug waved, and Alya stood up and stopped the recording.

“This was fun,” She commented, standing up. “You’re a lot easier to talk to than most reporters, and your questions are way more fun.”

“Well, you can come over anytime you want and do interviews,” Alya hinted, rocking back on her heels. “Or just anytime.”

“I’d like that,” She smiled, and for a moment Alya felt herself getting lost in her eyes. “Anyways, I should go.”

“W-Wait,” Alya called, reaching out and grabbing her wrist before she could stop herself. “Um, were you being serious about what you said? About dating a fan…”

Ladybug eyed her for a moment before her gaze softened, and she stepped closer.

“Come with me,” She murmured, moving Alya’s arm around her shoulders and wrapping one arm around her waist. Carefully, they climbed out the window, and Ladybug tossed her yoyo across town. “Hang on.”

The sensation of flying across Paris while clinging to the love of her life was indescribable. Everything zipped by in a blur, and Alya couldn’t believe it was really happening. Before she could even process the situation, they landed atop the Eiffel Tower, and Ladybug fastened her yoyo back around her hip.

“I have a bit of extra free time right now, so I hope you don’t mind the short notice,” She winced, wrapping her other arm around her waist.

“No, this is perfect!” She shook her head and looked down over the edge. “Wow, this is high up. You weren’t kidding about everything looking tiny.”

“It’s very peaceful,” She murmured. “Sometimes I just like to get away for a while and just enjoy the view.”

Alya glanced back at her staring out contently at the city below, her pale skin glowing in the light. She could just make out tiny freckles along her nose, and she had to contain her smile. She was so lovely up close that it felt like a dream. The curve of her rosy lips looked awfully tempting in such close quarters, and when Ladybug turned back she seemed to catch on because her eyelids drooped and her head tilted to one side, and before Alya knew it her arms were wrapped around her neck as their lips met gently.

Now she knew she was dreaming, but she wanted to memorize every detail about this moment. The muted roar of the bustling city below, the cool breeze that made her press just a little bit closer, the way her heart skipped a beat when Ladybug tightened her grip and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She’d be dizzy thinking about the taste and feel of her lips for weeks, but all too soon it was over, and Alya let out a ragged breath as their eyes met once more.

“Sorry,” She let out a breathy laugh. “I know this isn’t much of a first date, but…”

“No!” Alya insisted, cupping her hand on her cheek. “It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

Ladybug smiled at that and pulled her into a close embrace, resting her head on Alya’s shoulder as they stared out at the people below. She could probably feel how hard her heart was pounding, which was pretty embarrassing since she seemed so calm, but Alya didn’t really care. All that mattered was Ladybug’s arms around her and their bodies pressed together. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but it wasn’t long enough. When Ladybug dropped her back on her balcony, she didn’t want to let go.

“Maybe someday we can go out on a proper date,” Ladybug rubbed the back of her neck with an apologetic frown. “If you’d like.”

“I’d really love that,” Alya blushed.

“Me too,” She tucked a loose strand of Alya’s hair back into place and traced her thumb along her jawline. Alya smiled and pulled her in once more, tiny shocks sparking across her lips and cheeks when their lips reunited just as eagerly as before. How had she gotten so lucky to catch the eye of the most extraordinary woman in all of Paris? The thought that this could become normal for her nearly made her brain malfunction. What if she became Ladybug’s girlfriend? Now that would be a dream come true.

“Good night, Alya,” She breathed when they pulled away. Her eyes were filled with a warmth that made Alya’s heart lurch, and the smile on her lips portrayed an undeniable affection.

“Good night, Ladybug,” She sighed, clutching her chest as she shot off into the night. In an instant, Alya shot off into the house and raced to her room, scrambling to find her phone and dial her best friend’s number. “Girl, you’re not gonna believe what just happened!”

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eastcoastgrooves · 6 years

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House Employee of The Month #1 - Interview w/ Reggie Dokes

Hello Reggie, it's a pleasure to have you here. How’s your day going so far? RD: So far my day is going great. Whenever I get a chance to wake up, it is always a gift to try and get it right one more time. I am teaching myself to not always focus on what I may be lacking, but focus on what I have, and be greatful for that always. I've discovered your music back in 2017 via We Play House Recordings. 'Jazz Is My Mistress' is undoubtedly my fav track of the year, very emotional. What was the idea behind it? RD: The title came from the fact that I listen to a lot of modern jazz. It has been that way for a long time. However, I do listen to various genres of music. But I think jazz and a lot of African rhythms play a huge role in me making music. Jazz is my Mistress is one of my favorites, and WPH is a great Belgian label run by DJ Red D. DJ Red D has a very broad and diverse understanding of music, and that label gets me, and how I create.

I've heard lots of afro parts in your tracks. How strong is the african influence for your production/DJing? RD: I think one journalist called me a " beat junky" and I agree. I like to think of myself as an "afro interstellar musical being". I love creating some interesting rhythms with that touch of other worldly or futuristic sounding elements. So yes, Africa plays a huge part in my creations. It is only right to infuse that which moves you spiritually and emotionally. And I like to think that what I create translates most times in what I DJ, when I play out.

I see you're running Psychostasia label for almost 20 years. It all started when you came back to Detroit (where you were born). How was it in the very beginning of your 'label life'? RD: Man when you look at it, yes I created Psychostasia in 2001. My first release was 2001. Wow. In the beginning it was challenging trying to find distribution for my label. Then I started getting smart and looking at who some of the distributors were dealing with overseas. I started sending records for free to a lot of these record stores to create a buzz. Once things caught on, it took off and I was able to get the label out there properly.

Talking labels and friends - House scene in our country is not as big as we want. We don't have many labels and collectives who are following the real and true spirit of House music but we're trying to 'get connected' somehow. Do you have any tips and tricks for us? RD: I think with technology, it allows us to connect with the music, even if you are in the most far reaching point on the planet. Like with anything though, you have to continue doing your homework and or research, especially when it comes to the soulful stuff. Now there are so many labels out there, it is hard to keep up, and then you have to sift through so much bad music to find the good. You have to keep digging and finding that which moves you. In these days and times, it is not easy finding the real deal.

What's the situation in Detroit at the moment. Are there any new House and Techno labels growing up? Any new young artists? Something we should know about? RD: Although I was born and raised in Detroit, I live in Atlanta now, and have for 9 years or so. As far as Detroit goes, keep your eyes on Generation Next, Big Strick, Javonntte, Pirahnahead, Diviniti and DJ Minx. As far as Atlanta goes, keep your eyes on DJ Ashley, Stefan Ringer, Jay Simon.

Do you have any producers or DJs who are currently inspiring you - if yes, who and how/why? RD: There a few DJs that inspire me, one is Byron Blaylock the Aquarious. He plays an actual keyboard during his DJ sets. This guy is coming up, and I love to see him work. It is probably safe to say that Kai Alce discovered this guy and turned him on to House Music. The other DJ would be Jay Simon in Atlanta, this young guy has a very broad and diverse selection of music when he plays. This kid plays records that are older than him, which tells me he does his homework. Very knowledgeable and is truly going far with this music journey.

When you're not making music or DJing, do you have some other activities? RD: When I am not making music or DJing, I usually like to read in my spare time. Right now I am reading " The Black Apollo of Science" and " Think and Grow Rich" at the same time. I also like visiting the Atlanta Museum with my family, because I find that many different things inspire me. Like they say, " Art imitating Life". Love watching a great movie or television show that is science fiction related. Right now I am a huge fan of " Stranger Things" on Netflix, lol.

Any special/future plans with Psychostasia and Mr. Dokes? RD: Future plans are continue DJing out in the world, my first London performance is in April, excited about that, stay tune for details. Continue pushing music that will hopefully inspire people. Currently I have Detroit Luv EP featuring new artist Brian Neal, and right around the corner is dropping Feel Me Deep EP featuring Gari Romalis, also a Detroit artist. My label has been dormant for some years, and I am just glad to be back, and that some people still care. Peace and Blessings.

Thank you for yout time Reggie. Peace! Dave

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