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selineram3421 · 2 years
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Hello!!! I saw you do a lot of Alastor requests (which Im highly grateful for)
I was wondering if you could do one for when idk Y/N or basically a new person drops in hell they met most of the HH cast except for Alastor but right before they meet for the first time they were listening to Video Killed the Radio Star and singing to it (on and off)
How would you think Alastor would react?
Most of my request have been for him lol.
Installing the Disco Ball
Alastor & Reader Oneshot
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You were running from the music store, holding onto the cassette player you recently stole. Also a bag with a bunch of cassette tapes.
"Hey! You're not getting away from me you piece of shit!", you hear the shop owner shout.
Why do they even care about this stuff? They're getting more money by selling CDs. You thought as you ran, turning at a corner. Uh oh-
A dead end.
Staring at the brick wall for a moment, you look around to see if there's something you can climb to escape.
"Nowhere to run now.", the person you were running from says, blocking the exit.
"Ya know, you sound like a greaser from one of those old movies. Where they are about to jump somebody.", you say, turning to face them. "Can I just get a slap on the wrist?", you shrug.
They pull out a bat.
"So that's a no..", you mumble.
Next thing you know, you're plummeting down into Hell.
Yeah, that hurt.
Upside is that the cassette player you stole was still on you! Looking through your pockets you also find cassettes. Score.
After walking around for a while, you find a flyer that says hotel with vacant rooms and no pay. Its covered in highlighter and glitter.
"Hmm..kinda shady but I'm sold with the glitter.", you tell yourself and start walking.
You knock on the double doors with a rhythm, then remember this is a hotel. So that's a weird thing to do..
"We don't want your fucking brownies!", a demon with long white hair yells out as they yank the door open.
Blink blink.
"Um, I don't have brownies..", you say and lift up the pink flyer. "I do have this flyer though, am I at the right place?", you ask, shaking the paper and glitter falling from it.
"Oh, yeah.", she answers and moves to the side for you to enter. "Come on in."
Once inside, you're greeted by a very bubbly blonde.
"Hi! Welcome to the Happy Hotel!", she says with a wide smile and bounces in place. "You're going to love your stay here!"
"Cool.", you say. "I just died so I had no idea where to go, then I saw glitter.", you hold up the flyer.
The blonde squeals and the white haired demon just sighs. After proper introductions, the two show you around the hotel. (Or at least the almost finished rooms.) Then you're led into an office. You ended up working at the hotel and got a free room.
Not double dead, got a job, and living somewhere for free!
It was a win in your book.
.
Eventually you got headphones for the cassette player and had them on most of the time. You've met the other demon in the hotel while listening to music. A really fluffy spider demon.
Today you had gone shopping for two specific cassette tapes. Don't Stop Believing by Journey and Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles. Also a few Daft Punk ones.
You kinda had to almost kill someone for them but you were able to get them! Yay!
Going back to the hotel, you go up to finish installing the disco ball that Charlie wanted in the "ball room." It was just a big open space with a stage. After getting your tools, you set up the latter and put on your headset. Fully immersed in your work and the music, you didn't hear anything.
Not even the whole musical number going on in the lobby with the Radio Demon, or the hole caused by Sir Pentious.
Safety glasses were on and you had a head light on to be able to see what you were doing.
They took the credit for your second symphony
You sang along as you got a screw from the box on top of your stomach. Kinda in a weird position but hey, it worked.
Rewritten by machine and new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Mumbling the lyrics, you kept working on the base of the contraption that would lower the disco ball. You hummed the rest and didn't hear the doors open.
.
Alastor had offered to make jambalaya for everyone after getting rid of the annoying snake demon. Getting ready to walk into the kitchen.
That is until the princess stopped him.
"Um, I hope you can make enough for everyone.", she says.
"Why of course! It would be terrible not to!", he smiles and does a quick head count. "Six servings, and a little more for extra."
"Seven.", Charlie says, putting up a finger.
"Oh?", the Radio Demon hums.
"They have a tendency to work with their headphones on and its probably why we haven't seen them today.", she shrugs apologetically. "They are in the ball room if you want to meet them."
"That's good to know.", he says and thinks it over for a moment. "Very well, I shall introduce myself before making the meal."
He now stood in front of the double doors of the ball room and pushed them open.
"Hello!"
.
The best part was coming up and you were almost done with the whole base! All you had left to do was to attach the wire and the disco ball.
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind, we've gone too far
Oh-a-aho oh. Oh-a-aho oh.
That little bit of instrumental played and you kinda shimmied. Not too much or else your tools would fall.
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind, we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
You were too gone into the music to notice the growing static coming from behind you.
Put the blame on VCR!
Then the latter wobbled, making you get out of your weird position.
You are the radio star. You are the radio star. Video killed-
The song continued.
"Whoa!", you yelp as you lose hold of the dang thing and close your eyes as you began falling.
No hard landing but whatever caught you felt weird.
"Oof!", you let out, eyes still shut tight.
The headphones were slid off of your ears and left on your neck. Opening your eyes and looking up, you see a pair of glowing red eyes. The volume was loud enough for the both of you to hear the music.
Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video-
You didn't notice when the man grabbed your cassette player until he lifted it up and pressed the pause button, stopping the music.
"Now that I have your attention and ceased that terrible song.", he sets you down, but doesn't give back your music player. "I am Alastor. The Radio Demon.", he emphasizes the last bit.
You blinked up at the red man. Looking to your cassette and then back at him a few times.
"Hey..", you wave and reach for your cassette player. "Can I just get this back-"
He moves it out of your reach.
"May I have your name? Hm?", he says with a grin.
You tell him your name, not letting up on reaching for the source of your jams.
"Gimme my-", you almost touch it but get twirled into a dip. "Whoop-!", you say in surprise, clutching onto the man's coat with one hand.
"Would you be so kind to tell me why you're listening to such a song?", he says, still smiling.
The cassette player is between both of your interlocked hands, music still paused.
"Its a favorite?", you shrug, eyes to the cassette before looking back at the red man. "Kinda ironic since I still like to listen to the radio."
That's all it took for you to be spun back into standing.
"How splendid! Not really my cup of coffee due to the lyrics, but music is music.", he laughs, dusting you off. "I have a request though."
Fingers hold your chin and tilt your head up, now in eye contact with the Radio Demon. He leans in closer to your face, staring right into your eyes.
"Don't play it around me."
You nod, a bit flustered and dumbfounded at how this guy is just ok with being super close.
"Good!", he says pulling away. "Now! I'm making jambalaya for everyone. I hope you can handle a little spice!", he goes on talking as he makes his way back over to the doors.
You stand there for a bit trying to process everything as he leaves the room with a wave.
"Ok...", you say and shake your head.
Turning around, you see the latter not on the floor but still standing up.
. . . .
Patting your pockets after feeling your hands empty, you realize that he took your cassette player along with him.
"That jerk!", you gasp.
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This version of the reader is just done with everything and just vibes now. Mood.
~Seline, the person.
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officialspec · 4 months
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can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis
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tsukiyo-7 · 6 months
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I go off like a gun,
Like a loaded weapon,
Bang, bang, bang,
Grip me in your hands...
So here we go again,
It echoes in my head,
Bang, bang, bang,
Grip me in your hands...
So I can feel you here with me...
Soaked in sin,
Baptized by your kiss and now I'm born again.
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formosusiniquis · 17 days
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“This is a song off of an album, anyway,” Jeff trails off, trying to let Eddie start the riff for the next song. But he's not about to let this go unchecked.
“Jeffrey,” he drags out the name into as many syllables as he can manage, giving the end a singsong-y trill. “Jeffrey, did you forget which album the next song is off of?”
Gareth isn't mic'd but Freak is, so he can hear that at least one of them picks up his teasing with an ooooh.
“We don't need to tell them what every album is, they paid good money to see us. Hell, some of them probably saw us when we were debuting it.”
“But you announced the last one,” Freak says.
“An excellent point, Freakazoid.” Eddie agrees, “And he certainly set this one up like he was going to share again, didn't he?”
“He did,” Freak's nod is a little more exaggerated than it needs to be, playing it up for the nosebleed seats in the crowd.
“We've got a set list to get to, these people don't wanna be here all night.” Jeff tries.
“This is a Corroded Coffin crowd, my man, they don't bow to the whims of things like a bedtime.”
“Thank you to everyone who took advantage of the AARP presale,” Gareth adds, the bit has gone on long enough that he's had stage crew bring him a mic.
“Gareth had his knee replaced three months ago and he's here. These old fogies can put up with the show going an extra twenty minutes, while we dig down on this right?”
The crowd cheers, Eddie only waves them on a bit to amp them up. He sends his shit eating-est grin Jeff’s way as they shout.
“See, it's fine. Now, did ye of the memory vitamin supplements forget what album the song was from?” He turns to the audience more directly, “The people want to know!”
“Fine, yes, you've written so many songs about fucking Steve, they've all started to blur together. Does that make you happy?”
“Thrilled,” and he is. It's the best thing he's heard all day, and he gets to be on stage again for three generations of fans. “This next one is off of Hunt the Freaks, and it's actually about him fucking me.”
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