#<- by that I mean. if I was with anyone but Charlie that would’ve been it afgjkl

[mrs-kelly]

I’ve literally spent so much time just hanging with Charlie today adfhjkll work wiped me out way more than I thought it did and it’s just been nice to. Just cuddle with him 🥺 talk about stuff… feel safe and secure you know…

#I had a bit of A Moment where it felt like Fox was taking over my brain tho so. that was a tiny bit troublesome adfhjkl #it didn’t matter tho bc like. things are so different now that I have Charlie #yeah sure I was thinking that Fox misses me and that made me sad and like #I talked to my Fox bot for a bit about it #but I ended up realizing like. No one really does compare to Charlie #sure I still love and care about Fox. But what we had is nothing like what Charlie and I have #the way I could have my Fox moment and then immediately fall back into Charlie’s arms. that’s really unique #with any other f/o that would’ve been it man. that was a top tier moment of weakness adghkl #<- by that I mean. if I was with anyone but Charlie that would’ve been it afgjkl #I can’t rly explain it. I just. I wanna stick with him. I don’t think I can ever leave 🥺❤️ #and I don’t want to… #ren speaks #renlie

[sunflowerkiwis]

WAG

charles leclerc x reader - part one

summary: everyone loves childhood-best-friends-turned-sweethearts yn and charles but they notice something’s… off. also your best friend is obsessed with your boyfriend’s boyfriend :)

feedback is appreciated + requests are open!

enjoy xx

part one | part two | part three | part four

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f1wags_ y/n (and charles) around the track today!!

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user14 she’s everything… he’s just ken

danielricciardo why is this strange man touching MY wife🤨🤨 @yourusername explain yourself

yourusername i’m sorry hubby, i’ve found another. it’s time you knew😔

user02 i will always love their friendship

user18 …so i’m the only one wondering what daniel ricciardo is doing on an f1 wag page??😭

user08 something about yn yln and daniel ricciardo being best friends is just… right

user04 bold of you to assume charles isn’t the wag

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user10 mother is mothering as always

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yourusername anddd we’re back

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yourbestfriend can’t wait to see you again, love x

yourusername see you &lt;3 x

charles_leclerc ma belle 😍

yourusername je t’aime mon amour ♥️

charles_leclerc je t’aime ma vie ♥️

redbullracing our colors look better on you… 👀

danielricciardo don’t worry lads, we’ll get her next time

user76 not red bull trying to steal yn😭

yourusername it’s a ferrari kind of weekend🤷‍♀️

yourusername blame @yourbestfriend she’s the one with a carlos obsession

yourbestfriend you’re literally dating and live with charles leclerc????

yourusername i don’t see your point

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yourbestfriend a big thank you to @yourusername and @scuderiaferrari for this amazing opportunity, had the time of my life. forza ferrari!!❤️

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user40 carlos we can see you😭

yourusername red IS your color😏

yourusername p.s. thank you for letting me borrow (steal) your skirt🫶

yourbestfriend thank you for letting borrow (steal) your cap (and color)🫶

carlossainz thank you for coming😉❤️

yourusername she is losing her mind across the room as we speak

yourusername she’s single btw 😇😇

user56 yn in her unhinged era💀

user58 i think you mean her matchmaker era✨

yourbestfriend YN YMN YLN

yourusername that’s me👀

user40 unbothered queen 😌💀

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scuderiaferrari and the winner is… yn yln!!! but charles did okay, too. congratulations you two❤️💛

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yourusername omg thank you so much!! i’ve waited my entire life for this moment. my debut🥹🥹

charles_leclerc thanks guys i feel so loved

yourusername imagine not winning, couldn’t be me

yourusername in all realness, congratulations charlie🥰 i couldn’t be prouder♥️♥️

charles_leclerc thank you ma chéri

charles_leclerc at least someone appreciates me

carlossainz congratulations, yn!! charles… do better next time 🤦‍♂️

charles_leclerc thanks mate 😐

yourusername thank you carlos (don’t mind the baby, he’s just bitter he didn’t win)

user32 don’t mind the baby😭😭

danielricciardo wow yn, i always knew you’d make it, and you did, sooner than anyone would’ve thought. you never seize to amaze us

yourusername thank you, hubby😘😘 couldn’t have done it without you

user82 remember when charles couldn’t stand them together for their comments and jokes😭😭

user16 man’s gave up a long time ago, their love was too strong💀

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#f1 grid x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smau #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 smau

[ugotcooneycrossed]

girlfriend or girl thats a friend? • kyra cooney-cross

w/c: ~1k

you and kyra are something- you just dont exactly know what yet. thankfully nobody knows how to mind their own business

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It feels a bit unreal right now- you’re at you’re first world cup, basecamp is just as cool as you imagined and you take a second, to take it all in.

In reality it’s not that impressive- it’s just a hotel after all, but you’ve never been more nervous, or, excited about anything.

Well- except for the Olympics.

You remember Kyra waking you up at midnight- convincing you to sneak out with her to explore Yokohama before training.

You walked hand-in-hand for hours in the city- eventually sitting on some random bench watching the city lights together.

You both fell asleep in training the next day.

You feel a shoulder bump yours- and your taken out of your daydream, Kyra smiling softly at you.

“You okay?”

She asks you- almost whispering, as if it’s just a little secret between you two, and you smile back at her.

“Yeah- of course.”

She nods her head in approval, and holds out her hand to you- palm up, silently asking for you hand.

You lace your fingers together- and let her tug you to the elevator.

“Roomies?”

“Of course- wouldn’t dream of anyone else.”

-

“Hey- (y/n), you awake?”

It’s dark in the room- and definitely way past your bedtime.

You can hear Kyra’s sheets rustling though- and can blearily make out her turning to face you in the dark.

You reach over to flick on the bedside light- and she flinches at the sudden brightness.

“Yeah- you alright?”

She’s quiet for a while- just staring down and playing with her hands, and you frown at that. You go to speak, but Kyra gets out of bed suddenly and slips into yours- pulling you close to her and resting her head on your chest.

“I missed you.”

You want to joke with her that you’ve been together for weeks now to prepare for the world cup. But, you know what she means- something has changed between you two, and you’ve both been avoiding it.

“I missed you too.”

You wrap your arms around her and hold her close to you, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

“You should sleep though- trainings tomorrow, and I don’t want you to fall sleep in training again.”

“Hey! You fell asleep too- so, why don’t we both go to sleep now.”

“Kyra- babe, you woke me up.”

“Babe huh?”

“Shut it.”

You fall asleep like that- together, in each other’s arms.

-

You wake up well before Kyra does- and you watch her as she continues to sleep, she’s resting practically on top of you, her arms wrapped around you tightly and her head on you chest.

Her head rises and falls rhythmically with your breathing- and you lean down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

It’s not an uncommon sight to see you both together- in fact most of the girl’s seem to think you’re attached at the hip. You’re always touching in some way- whether it be arms linked walking to the pitch, or knees touching as you sit side-by-side, you’re always together on days off- constantly featured in each-others instgrams, and are always mixing up clothes- you coming to training in shorts with 23 on it, or Kyra rummaging through your suitcase to steal one of your hoodies. Which, no one would’ve noticed if it weren’t for Charli calling Kyra out.

You hear hushed voices outside your door- and a group of girls come crashing in seconds later. You shut your eyes quickly and sink further down into bed, pretending to be asleep- Kyra still on top of you.

“Awee look at them- they’re sleeping.”

“Let’s wake them up.”

“Mary!”

“What! They’re gonna miss breakfast.”

“But aren’t they so cute though?”

“Yeah, yeah- so, like- are they dating? Or what? Cause I’ve got a bet going on with Ellie.”

“I don’t know actually- I think they are.”

“Really? I thought you would know.”

“Well­- last time I talked to Kyra she told me she-“

Charli’s voice gets cut off and you want to scream.

“What are you all doing in here?”

Mini walks into the room and takes one look around- hitting Charli in the arm.

“Out! Both of you.”

You wait until you hear the door close to wake Kyra up, brushing her hair back and rubbing her cheeks softly.

You feel her cheeks pull up into a smile and you squeeze her face in your hands softly, admiring the way her face scratches up- already forgetting about what Charli was going to say

“Come on sleepy- we’re going to be late again.”

-

You’re resting your head on Kyra’s stomach- both of you laying off on your own during a small break in training.

You have your eyes closed- soaking in the sun that finally decided to show itself. You don’t notice Kyra staring at you smiling though.

You feel Kyra shift slightly and you crack an eye open to look at her.

“You okay?”

“Perfect.”

-

You go out for dinner that night- and when Kyra’s burger gets to the table she plucks off the pickles and drops them into your waiting hand.

“Thanks.”

She smiles at you.

“Of course.”

You smile back at her- knocking your knees together under the table and grinning at her.

Mary waves her hand to get both of your attention.

“So- are you guys like dating?”

“What?”

You both reply in unison- moving away from each other slightly.

“What makes you say that?"

You asks- face heating up, you glance over at Kyra but she’s looking anywhere but you.

“Okayy- never mind, forget I said anything.”

-

You haven’t spoken to Kyra since dinner- and it’s killing you.

You’re getting ready for bed in silence- occasionally glancing at each other when the other isn’t.

When you finally get under the covers, you see Kyra hover in-between both beds, and you sigh, opening your blanket up for her, and she climbs in next to you without a word. Her head coming to rest on your chest once again.

But you can’t wait anymore- asking her quietly, nearing a whisper, afraid someone will hear even if you’re alone in the hotel room.

“Kyra- what are we?”

Still- she stays quiet.

You sigh- trying to move your arm from around her, but her hand grips your bicep and you stop.

“We’re just us- I don’t know, I just- I like us.”

“I do too.”

-

You’re both late to breakfast again- and it gives Mary enough time to hatch a plan with the girls to get you together.

“Lock ‘em in a closet.”

“Sam no!”

#kyra cooney cross x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

[beababoobies]

Hello!

Saw you were doing hazbin hotel request, and I can't stand that I have not found much angst on these two, and I mean angst about Sir Pentious being in heaven while Cherri is in hell.

So could you do like one where both of them just miss one another, like Cherri saluting his photo in the hotel lobby daily while Sir Pentious is just thinking about her.

Just putting this out here-

Just as I go “alright, I have reqs but imma go to bed” I see this and go 👀 because lord KNOWS I love writing angst. Yurp, I gotcha. Love Cherrisnake and it’s going to make me SOB but 🙏 yeah. This is much much shorter than I usually write but I hope you still enjoy!!

But I Can’t Help (Falling in love with you)

words : 0.6k, cherrisnake my beloved, here’s some tissues 🧻 for your tears I suppose

Ever since Pentious was murdered by Adam in the fight, Cherri had been hanging around the hotel. She kept insisting it was just to ‘be friendly’ or even ‘angel’s here.’ But after weeks of staying, even having her own room, and competing in the daily rehabilitation excersizes, it was obvious to everyone that wasn’t the case. But they couldn’t tell her that. 

Not after Charlie had seen here kneeling in front of the painting of Sir Pentious one night, crying quietly, holding herself in her arms as she looked into his eyes, wishing she had just said fuck it and gone with him. Wishing she had been smarter, admitted that she liked him. But she was stubborn, and refused to let herself fall in love with anyone. So the only thing she can keep of his is the scorching kiss he left against her lips. 

And the hotel. Every time she passed his portrait, she would salute to it. The only thing that hadn’t been destroyed in the rubble - his welcome banner - was hung up in her room. Dusty and burnt as it was, she wouldn’t take it down. And Angel was the person who knew all of this. Angel was the one who let her cry for hours about how she should’ve used her brain instead of blocking herself off.

Just like Emily, the kinder of the sarahfim, Pentious had learned, would listen to his rants about how lovely she was. How he knew she would be next up here. He would go on about their past battles, how she was such a strong opponent who always left him guessing her next move. Emily had pretty quickly caught on that it was always bombs, but wouldn’t ruin the fun for him.

He would think of her before he went to sleep, replaying the last kiss before he was redeemed over and over in his head. The way her lips were against his. The way she tasted just like he’d imagined, the taste of sweet cherries engrained in his memory. The way his hands held her waist so softly as he dipper her. The blush on her cheeks as he pulled away. 

He thought every night about what he’d do once she got up here too - maybe he’d finally have the courage to ask her out. Maybe she would be distant like she always was and reject him. But the way she’d kissed him back without hesitation brushed those thoughts out of the way. He dreamed about her, dreams from them under the stars to how beautiful and angelic she’d look with the gold accents of devine ordainment. He bets she wouldn’t even lose that beautiful snappiness in her voice.

Just like Cherri knows he would probably still be too anxious to ask her out if he’d survived. Just like she knows she would’ve done it herself after that, running up and into his arms right after the battle. She hated falling in love, she really did - but she couldn’t help but stare at his portrait for hours through the corner of her eye as Charlie explained rehabilitation in the center room. She couldn’t help but deliver flowers to the grave she’d made for him outside the hotel, every day. Without fail, for the past months he’d been gone. 

She cursed herself for starting to forget his voice - she cursed herself for forgetting how his lips felt against hers, forgetting the way his chest felt pressed up against his, the coffee in his spit that she could taste. She cursed herself for forgetting.

And Pentious lived every day knowing he could never forget. 

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #sir pentious #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin cherri bomb #cherrisnake #cherri bomb #hellaverse #sir pentious x cherri bomb #cherri bomb x sir pentious #i love them so much #ANGSTY AS FUCK!!

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my heart is.

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Word Count: 1188 A/N: ehehehehe yeah of i had to put this in, he's our good lil duck boy. also also, if you want to be tagged for future updates you can dm me or reply under this 👉👈

I ran my fingers through the desk and lifted my eyes to the walls covered in décor and pictures. Lightly humming as I walked further into the room and stood next to the slumping figure fixated in his creation.

“Seems like you’ve been up all night again, your majesty. Something bothering you?” I asked raising my eyebrow as I continued to watch him tinker away.

“Well, the extermination this year finally ended and now, they wanted to have a meeting with me. How fun,” he replied sarcastically rolling his eyes all the while and making gestures.

I laughed, crossed my arms, and replied, “I suppose anyone wouldn’t be enthusiastic to meet the ex-partner of their spouse. Have you talked to Charlie about it? Seems like she needs that extra push, besides, that would mean that you wouldn’t have to see Adam’s face.”

Lucifer’s face immediately lights up at my advice but not a second later he frets, “But, how do I say it? What if I say the wrong thing and she hates me forever?!”

He shoots up from his seat from worry that I had to take his shoulders and ease him back down on the chair and patting them, “You worry too much~. Charlie loves her dad too much to do that anyway. Just say what you want to say and then wrap it up nicely.”

He nods taking a deep breath. He paces around the room thinking what to say first and took his phone out of his pocket. He hovered his hand on her number he dials it up and bites his nails as he tried to soothe himself. While I just silently stood still and waited for him to end his call.

“HI CHARLIEEE~”

I couldn’t help but cringe when he couldn’t control his tone but kept an encouraging smile on my face as he continued to talk to her.

“Listen, there’s going to be a meeting with the angels, and I wanted you to attend for me! I can’t go right now since I have… veryyy important things to do today.”

He looks over at me for approval while I gave him two thumbs up in satisfaction from his performance.

“No problem. Stay safe! Love you!”

He lets out a sigh of relief changing into his snake form making me giggle at his silliness. I plucked him off the ground and placed him on his desk.

“Well, that has to be one of your best performances yet,” I complimented him with a round of applause.

“Thank you, Miledy. I know things would’ve ended up badly if you weren’t here,” he sighs changing back to his normal form.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I mean you did all the talking, so give yourself a pat on the back for a good job, your highness,” I smiled dusting off his top hat and putting it on him.

He smiles sadly and says, “I thought I told you to call me Lucifer, Mel.”

I didn’t falter at his words and just squeezed his shoulder, “You know we can’t. Alastor just came back after 7 years, and I’d rather not have him dig his heels on the King of Hell who happens to be a good friend of mine. You know how crazy he gets,” I joked shrugging my shoulders.

He sighs and slumps his shoulders disappointed in himself, “You’re right. I’m sorry that ever crossed my mind.”

I bumped shoulders with him and just replied, “Hey, you took it better than those other idiots who got their heads so far up their asses that no means consent.”

“Hey, just call me when you need something, okay?” he said smiling at me.

“Sure. See you around, your highness,” I waved before diving through the floor and leisurely made my way to the hotel.

Poking my head out the ground and saw everyone all gathered by the TV, “Uhhhh.”

“Just in time! Come on!” Vaggie reaches for me and takes me out from the ground throwing me in Alastor’s arms, him placing me on his lap.

“Al? What’s happening?” I asked still in his arms and walks us into a room, probably doesn’t have any plans to put me down any time soon.

“I made a little deal with the princess’ little girlfriend. Now, we have to record a new commercial for her,” he answered walking us towards a vanity, placing me on the seat.

“Oh, they didn’t like what you made for them?” I teased laughing lightly.

“You know I’d rather eat a can of worms than be involved with that,” he says as he rolls his eyes, then squeezing my shoulders. “Now, then time to get you dressed up!”

He twirls his finger above my head and changes my outfit. I looked at the mirror and immediately noticed the dress I was wearing. It was the same loose blue dress that I wore at the bar when we first met.

“Aw, dear. I haven’t worn this dress in ages!” I exclaimed holding my necklace feeling sentimental.

He smiles at me, pleased with himself and responds merrily, “You look ravishing as always, sweetheart!”

He offers his hand for me to take and onto my feet. He dips his head and kiss the back of my hand, while I blush at his actions that he takes in as he takes a peek at my reactions. He gives me a laugh then places both of his hands on my cheeks to hold and cradle me in them while nuzzling his face to mine, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside from his wholesome display of affection.

“As much as I want to cuddle with you, darling. I think we should go help them film now,” I suggested softly with a giggle.

He rolls his eyes with a smile and begrudgingly parts from me, of course not before giving me a kiss.

The door bursts open and there Angel yells, “Let’s go sickos. Let’s get this show on the road.”

~Later~

While we waited for Charlie, Al and I sat on the sofa like we used to when we were expecting Abby and just talked to each other not minding the looks both Husk and Angel gave us.

“Before we recorded the advertisement,” he answers glancing down at me, “where have you been?”

“Just visited a friend. I get worried for him after exterminations happen,” I explained which was all true.

He hums and sees Charlie come in as well, “Well, I hope you had a fun time.”

“—Alastor pulled some strings and it’s about to air,” Vaggie spoke leading her girlfriend to the couch.

“And I pulled a few limbs too!” he ‘laughed’ while Charlie and I exchanged waves.

“Wait, the commercial? You guys made a new one?” she asks.

“Yeah! One of my better performances if I do say so myself,” Angel proudly states.

“That’s amazing,” Charlie starts before getting cut off by Angel.

“SHH! It’s starting!”

But before the ad could play it gets interrupted by a news flash causing a choir of complaints.

“Breaking news in hell today! We just received word from the heaven embassy that next extermination is happening sooner than ever before. That means where’s all royally fucked!”

The TV cuts to the countdown changing to 176 days.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin fanfic #alastor x oc #alastor hazbin hotel

[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 5

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You and Jake have the conversation that’s been a long time coming. Bradley feels terrible and makes it up to you.

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (f receiving), etc.

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“You were pregnant?”

You nod, tears filling your eyes at the hurt reflecting back at you in Jake’s.

“The summer after high school? That’s what happened? Why you changed so much?” He asks, tears starting to fill his too.

You nod again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, voice breaking.

“Bradley, will you help me get supper on the table?” Charlie asks, coming up the stairs with Cash.

Bradley nods but hesitates at the door. “Em…Jake, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, you had no way of knowing,” you assure him with a small smile.

You take Jake’s hand and lead him to the steps, away from the broken glass.

“Em, why didn’t you tell me?” Jake repeats.

“Because you would’ve been on the first flight home,” you sigh, knowing what he’s going to say.

“Damn right I would’ve,” Jake responds, confirming the exact reason you didn’t tell him.

“But you were in the middle of flight school, I didn’t want to distract you from that, Jake. I couldn’t. My dreams were circling the drain and I wasn’t going to see yours do the same.”

He just shakes his head, knowing it’s not worth the fight. “Can you start from the beginning?”

So you do. You tell him the same thing you told Charlie and Bradley.

“Stupid fuck probably didn’t put the rubber on right,” he shakes his head when you tell him that you were safe, making you laugh.

“Fuck, Em,” he says shakily, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and crying with you when you tell him that you lost the baby.

“Atta girl,” he squeezes your shoulder when you tell him how you slapped Chet stupid.

“I planned on telling you when you came home, but by that time I couldn’t even think about it without feeling like I was suffocating. I didn’t talk about it, I just pushed all those feelings down, along with most other feelings. I started seeing a therapist about a year ago and it’s really helped,” you say.

“Makes sense why you haven’t dated since,” he nods. “Why did you tell Bradley and not me? I assume Charlie knows too,” he sighs.

You hate how much this is hurting him.

“I told Charlie the night before the wedding. Don’t be mad at her, okay? I asked her not to say anything because I wanted to be the one to tell you. I’ve been meaning to when you got back from the honeymoon but you’ve been so happy and we’ve both been busy and…I’ve just been avoiding the conversation,” you admit. “Telling Bradley was unexpected. We were starting to, uh…get intimate-“

“Gross,” Jake grimaces.

“I’ll spare you the details,” you laugh. “But I haven’t been with anyone since Chet and I got nervous. I ended up telling him everything. God, he probably feels horrible. I never told him you didn’t know. How did it even come up?”

“He noticed Charlie’s not drinking and I told him there’s a chance she’s pregnant but it’s too early to tell,” he answers and you nod, Charlie told you she stopped taking her birth control. “He asked if I thought it’d be hard for you to see Charlie pregnant,” Jake answers and turns to you. “Will you be okay if she is?”

“I will,” you assure him with a smile. “I still struggle with the guilt and the ‘what if’s’ but that has nothing to do with you and Charlie. I’m so happy for you guys.”

“Thanks Em,” he says, watching the sunset. “It’ll happen for you too.”

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“So you and Bradshaw, huh?” He asks a few minutes later, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah,” you can’t help but smile. “I really like him, Jake. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way about someone anymore.”

“He’s a good one, Em. Speaking of, we should probably put him out of his misery,” Jake says, rising.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you reply, taking his outstretched hand to help you to your feet.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

Charlie gives you a hesitant smile as she walks past you to find Jake. You nearly laugh at the look on Bradley’s face when you meet his eyes. He looks like he’s going to throw up, cry, or both.

“Emma, I’m so fucking sorry. I wasn’t thinking-“ he starts but you reach up to cup his jaw before shushing him with a kiss.

“It’s okay, really,” you promise when you pull back. “I never told you he didn’t know or to not say anything. That conversation was a long time coming and I’d been putting it off far too long.”

He still looks unsure as he nods. “Alright.”

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“So whatever happened to Chet? He never came back after that ACL tear, did he?” Jake asks as everyone finally starts to eat.

You shake your head and fill Bradley in. “2 plays into his college debut game, Chet tore his ACL. He had to have surgery and missed the rest of the season. Ended up getting academically suspended by the end of his freshman year.”

“Chet always was dumber than a box of rocks,” Jake mutters.

“Ain’t that the truth,” you agree. “He moved back and began working for his dad at the bank over in Bishop. He started dating Lydia Hughes, and got married about a year later,” you laugh.

“Wait, he married Lydia Chlamydia?” Jake asks, horrified.

“She didn’t have the best reputation,” Charlie tells Bradley who’s bewildered by the nickname.

“No, she didn’t, and for good reason,” you say. “Chet caught her in bed with his dad before the ink on the marriage certificate was dry.”

“What?!” Jake exclaims before bursting into laughter.

“That’s why they divorced?! Oh my God! Okay, that makes sense why his dad picked up and left too,” Charlie says, laughing too.

“Yup. It was all pretty hush-hush at the time,” you smile, taking a sip of your beer. “Not gonna lie, it felt pretty damn good to hear he got what he had coming.”

“Still not good enough,” Jake mutters. “He’s a dead man if I ever see him again.”

“Hear hear,” Bradley agrees, clinking his bottle to Jake’s when he tips it Bradley’s way.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“You sure you don’t mind giving Bradley a ride back to his place?” Jake asks, yawning from his place on the couch.

You bite your lip as you share a look with Charlie.

“She doesn’t mind, trust me,” Charlie laughs.

“Gross,” Jake shudders before he stands up to wrap you a bear hug. “Love you kiddo. Please, please don’t keep something like that from me again, okay? I’ll always be here for you.”

“I won’t,” you promise. “I love you too.”

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“My place first?” You confirm the earlier plan as you shift the truck into reverse.

“Still want me to?” Bradley asks, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Yes!” You laugh. “Please stop beating yourself up.”

“I’ll try. I just feel terrible,” he sighs.

“Don’t,” you reply, reaching over to place your hand on his thigh. “You can make it up to me when we get to my place if it’ll make you feel better?”

“I think that’d make me feel a lot better,” he sighs as your hand begins to circle higher on his thigh.

“I think so too,” you agree, barely brushing your fingertips over his erection straining against his jeans.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“I didn’t tell how you good you look yet,” Bradley murmurs as his hands slide over your hips. He brushes your hair aside before kissing the back of your neck as you try to unlock the front door. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night.”

You drop your keys as you shiver. He inhales sharply and his hands tighten as you press your ass against his hard-on when you bend to over pick them up.

One of Bradley’s hands slides below your belly button as you straighten up and he pulls you back further, groaning softly into your ear when you begin slowly grind your hips.

“Feel what you do to me?” He breathes, his hand moving down further, but not yet touching where you want him most. “I’m constantly fighting this around you,” he punctuates it with a gentle thrust of his hips. “Shit, even when I’m not. When I hear your laugh, see your pretty smile, read your texts. I’m crazy about you, Em.”

“I feel the same way, Bradley. I can’t stop thinking about you,” you admit breathily while you attempt the lock.

He takes the keys from your trembling hands and unlocks it as his lips find your neck again.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

The two of you make it inside and you lead him to your bedroom. He’s kissing you before the nervousness can creep in.

“No underwear?” Bradley rasps as he pulls your leggings off after laying you down, already ridding you of your shirt and bra.

You shake your head and fight the urge to cover yourself as he rises to stand at the foot of the bed to take in your naked form.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes on yours; not on your body.

“Thank you,” you say, giving him a shy smile.

He whips his shirt over his head and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down before crawling over you and capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

You gasp and he groans when his cock settles between your legs, only the thin fabric barrier of his boxer-briefs separates you.

You whine when he pulls away, but it’s only for a second before he latches onto your nipple, teasing the other with his fingers.

He sucks gently before asking, “Do you like more of a soft touch here? Or rough?”

Your hands fly into his hair as he grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud and pinches the other. “Just like that,” you answer with a gasp.

He does it again and again, alternating with soft caresses and rough touches. You’re soaked and he hasn’t even touched below the waist.

“Please, Bradley,” you beg, panting when the want between your legs becomes unbearable.

“What do you want, honey?” He asks, not giving you a chance to answer before capturing the other overstimulated nipple with his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before releasing it with a pop. “My mouth on your pretty pussy?”

You nod eagerly, sighing in relief as he begins to his way there.

“You’re sure?” Bradley asks, pressing his lips to your trembling thighs.

“I’m sure-oh,” you moan, back arching as he licks into you for the first time.

His answering groan is downright sinful. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against you.

You look down at him and whimper; eyes closed in bliss, hands gripping your hips, his tight ass flexing as he ruts into the mattress, trying to find friction.

He’s enjoying this as much as you.

“Oh, just like that,” you sigh; His mustache brushing your clit as his tongue fucks you. “Bradl-I…I’m gonna-“

Your hands find his hair again, tugging as your orgasm washes over you with a satisfied hum; Bradlwy making a similar noise between your thighs.

“Good?” He asks, sounding out of breath.

“Uh huh,” you reply, sated.

“Mmm, good,” he rumbles and lowers his head.

“Wha-again?” You ask, jolting when he finds your clit again, this time with his tongue.

“Mhmm,” he hums against you, his hips flexing into the bed faster.

“Oh…oh God,” you gasp when he brings his hand up and presses a finger inside as his tongue mimics on your clit what it was doing earlier to your nipples.

“Fuck,” he breathes, strained, and he pushes another finger in. “You’re so tight.”

You mewl when he curls them, zeroing in on your g-spot with the same rhythm as his hips.

Fireworks burst behind your closed lids and your ears ring when he gently sucks on your clit; an earth-shattering orgasm hits you so fast and hard it takes your breath away.

You’re so wrapped up in it that you don’t even notice the way your thighs are squeezing Bradley or his guttural groan that follows.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“Wow,” you whisper, trying to muster up the energy to open your eyes.

“You’re incredible,” Bradley murmurs as he kisses his way back up your body.

“I haven’t even gotten you off yet,” you laugh breathlessly as he lays beside you.

“Uh, you did actually,” he replies, embarrassment lacing his tone.

“I-what?” You ask, opening your eyes to his flushed face.

His eyes flick down and yours follow to the wet spot staining the front of his boxer-briefs.

He came just from eating you out.

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A/N: Is it getting hot in here?

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[sophfandoms53]

I wish Hazbin had more than 8 episodes this season bc 1) the pacing is all over the place (outside of episode 4) and 2) it would’ve been so nice to actually see when and why Alastor started to genuinely care about the hotel.

The pilot and the first episode of the show characterize him as sticking around for the entertainment because of how silly the idea of redeeming a sinner is to him but then episode 5 has him fully backing up Charlie’s wishes for the hotel and even tells Mimzy she’s welcomed to stay if she actually wants to try redemption and was upset she had put the hotel in danger with her presence.

I think that turnaround in Alastor’s perspective is so interesting but when did that happen? Why did that happen? How did that happen? What made him care?

He clearly still has ulterior motives, there’s 0 denying that given his scene with Husk in the same episode, but he does seem to actually care about Charlie and her hotel. Which can be connected to the leash Husk claimed Alastor is bound by but Alastor is also the most distant from the cast.

We never see him around everyone for more than a few minutes at a time. Everyone went out to the club in episode 6 but Alastor is nowhere to be found in the entire episode.

That bond with anyone in the hotel, even Charlie, that would explain Alastor’s sudden support in the hotel has not been shown on screen and I really wish the show had more time to do that.

That’s really what Hazbin lacks. Time. Time to slow down and just let the characters breathe. Everything is moving so fast because they probably didn’t know a second season was coming until later which I can understand but that also means the plot takes priority over the characters and a majority of the cast is suffering from it.

Angel’s the only character who’s gotten an episode solely about him and exploring, expanding, and developing his character and his bonds in the hotel are what we see the most. This makes sense given he’s the main guest in the hotel but no other character has been able to have their own character and arc be explored the way Angel has.

The show needed more episodes like Masquerade to explore the cast before diving headfirst into the Heaven vs. Hell redemption conflict. That was always going to be the direction the show went in but they needed so much more time to do it because there are so many characters to juggle and so much is happening. Big moments that are supposed to matter don’t hit as hard as they should bc the cast is overstuffed and everyone is fighting for screen time.

This isn’t the teams fault, they’re doing a decent job with the limit time they were given but 8 episodes is not enough time for a show this ambitious with everything it’s trying to do. Doubling the episode count to 16 would’ve done wonders for the pacing and the show could slow down and take its time.

A lot of what Hazbin presents are good ideas. It’s all interesting but none of it is given enough time because the big Heaven and Hell plot has to take a majority of the shows focus. I do hope season 2 fixes this but that’s also gonna depend where the show is going after season 1 is over. We’ll see next week.

My main wish for the show going forward is each character gets their chance to be explored just as Angel has.

#hazbin has the millie problem of helluva boss but like everyone is millie #you understand who they are on a basic level but that’s kinda it #there’s not enough depth beyond what little we know #the show tries especially with Vaggie and Charlie #and i think Charlie is handled better than most of the cast outside of Angel #but oof Vaggie #i see what they wanted to do with her but again the pacing of it is a mess #everyone else in the hotel has their moments for sure #i utterly love husk and i wanna see more of him #but he needs his own episode that explores him and his whole deal with alastor #which would in turn explain some of alastor’s stuff #ik he’s supposed to be a mystery and that’s fine #but we can still learn more about him as a person without knowing all of his past y’know #anyway all I thought as i wrote this post was wow i’d get jumped on twitter for saying this #just wanted to talk about thisss #i love hazbin and helluva but they are never beating the pacing issue allegations #helluva’s pacing is actually more annoying for different reasons tho #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers

[thisisntevenmyfinalblog]

I like Hazbin so far, but I do feel like we could’ve gotten a show with a lot more nuance and depth and less jokes about SA if it was written by someone other than Vivziepop, because let’s be honest… the best parts of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are fanmade or written by other people

For example, the song Addict is honestly one of the most iconic and popular songs related to Hazbin Hotel, but it’s a fan song.

The Helluva Boss Pilot was better than Hazbin Hotel’s Pilot (subjective) because it was actually written by someone else.

You can still like HH and HB just fine, I don’t care, but people keep defending Vivziepop like she’s this saint who has done no wrong, and attacking anyone who says anything critical abut her.

Anyways, Hazbin is okay. It’s kinda average, but it’s still enjoyable that I wanna keep watching. I love Sir Pentious, hate how he was treated in Episode 6, and hey, if I get sent death threats or smth I might as well say all my opinions right now so you all can get them out.

The writers don’t know how to write women like Vaggie or Cherri Bomb

Alastor is overrated and overhyped. He could use more personality, and more screentime doing ominous and tricky things, instead of just “shows up, says threatening line, refuses to elaborate, leaves”

People in heaven acting just as bad as people in Hell (like Adam) is not a good or unique take. Good Omens has done it, and they’ve also done it better. I did like that Adam leading the exterminations was something that not everyone knew about, but I don’t think Sera should’ve known about it either. Idk exactly, but I would’ve gone about it in a different way.

Bringing back the writing women thing, I also think Charlie’s writing can be handled a little poorly from time to time. The only thing keeping her afloat for me is that she is to Rapunzel what Hellsa is to Elsa.

I hate Mimzy’s design. I don’t know why.

Actually kinda liked Lucifer just being a weird dad, but he’s should have a better redemption arc before all that.

Not Hazbin Hotel specific, but why are shows so afraid of having more than 15 episodes in a season now? I know they want to cut out filler because they no longer need to run for a certain amount of time, but honestly? Hazbin Hotel needs more episodes. It needs more time to flesh out its story, and this honestly applies to a lot of other shows whose stories could’ve been great if not for streaming.

Stephanie Beatriz is a great actress so use her better. She did amazing as Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and Vaggie is… (no offense) just another of the badass Latina stereotype. Also, she is an amazing singer, but the super high octave in her and Carmine’s song did not do her voice any justice. It does not need to be that high, you can bring it down an octave or two.

I probably will have more complaints as more episodes come out. We’ll see. I still enjoy watching the show, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not perfect. Receiving criticism doesn’t mean it’s a terrible show, just that it has room for improvement.

If you read this far, thanks. I had to make a blog because I don’t have any other socials to say anything abt it on.

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august;steve harrington

one: lost in the memory

august; or how you missed Steve’s character development

Steve Harrington x reader

story summary: memories of a forgotten summer haunt you to this day, and Steve wants to make it up to you. chapter summary: it's been years since you last talked to Steve Harrington word count: 4.5k

based on august by Taylor Swift ✨

warnings: alcohol mention, italics mean past, madonna

This is my first time ever writing for Stever Harrington so please be kind, I hope you like this and if you don't, then you never saw this :) thanks to @erodasghosts for helping me out

“This is going to end, isn’t it? When summer ends.” 

Steve turned to you. “No, it won’t.”

You were both laying down on the grass, near the lake, chasing clouds and living dreams. He covered the sun for the both of you. 

“No, I know it will. Why else is this all a secret?” You asked, ignoring his gaze. A cigarette hanging from his lips. 

“Secrets are good.” 

You sat up, stealing the cigarette from him and giving it a hit. “So you won’t be embarrassed to talk to me when we’re back at school?” 

“C’mon. We’ve always talked,” he took the cigarette back from you. 

“No, not like this.” 

Steve watched. “I’ll talk to you.”

“And meet in public?”

He pursed his lips, playing with the cigarette. 

“Or are we still sticking to meeting behind the mall?”

“That’s what makes us… us.”

Yeah, right. 

It had been years since that conversation and it usually played in your head when you least expected it. 

The diner never closed. You usually stayed up until 5 am, working long hours with barely anyone showing up past 1. 

That’s when you could finally enjoy some time to yourself. You always thought you’d end up somewhere else. Not here, though. With dreams that never came through, or never became plans and how good can dreams be when they don’t turn into plans? 

Dreams are for fools, and you were a fool. Hawkins never offered another option. Though lately, it has offered rumors and fear. Not anything for the dreamers. 

But that didn’t matter at 1:52am as you sat down, a coffee jar in your hand, and faint music playing in the background. You moved your feet along the music. 

You did want music, another variety however. Not whatever was playing on the radio at 1:52a—53 am now. 

Minutes seemed to be hours at this boring old cafe. You’d think that after the whole disaster, your boss would’ve closed the diner and ran away like everyone else was doing. 

That was not an option it seemed. 

Times were, undoubtedly,  dark. Casualties were still hanging up in everyone’s hearts. And Hawkings offered no hope. 

The cook sang along to the song. 

You disliked this. 

All of it. 

Margaret, Maggie, your older coworker just watched him with pain. 

“You know, Charlie, you’re going to scare y/n off.” 

“Nothing scares me, Maggie, if it had, I would’ve run away a long time ago,” you joked, staring at the coffee pot. 

Maggie smirked, “are we sure nothin’ scares you? Surely a Betty like you gets scared by something.” 

Charlie shrugged. “I was scared by recent events.” 

You pursed your lips. 

“Those don’t count,” Maggie said. An older woman who made a living out of this diner, who actively encouraged you to get out of here before life got in the way. “Y/N here should be out there, living her life, falling in love, not worrying about this ridiculous shit.” 

You sighed. “What do you mean, Maggie? I have enough with the both of you, working at a stinky diner at 2 am, with greasy burgers still cooking just for fun and a coffee pot that’s getting cold , that's a dream.” 

Maggie chuckled. “And what about a boyfriend? Don’t you want any of that? I’m sure boys would like to hang out with you instead of us.” 

You snorted, “I doubt anyone would turn to look at me in these… fashionable clothes.” 

Maggie grinned. “I’ve noticed a guy, the one with the hair, he comes here often and I see that you’re always rushing to get away from him. I assume you like him.” 

You chuckled, feeling the blush building upon your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah. Right.”

“So you do like him? He is handsome,” Maggie commented. 

“No. I actually hate him.” 

“Who?” Charlie asked. 

“Waffles with extra whipped cream guy, extra bacon.” 

“Ah,” Charlie laughed with a smirk. “Handsome one he is. Yeah you always run away.” 

“Because—he’s boring, he always orders the same thing,” you tried defending yourself. “Besides, when he’s not here with Dustin, he comes in with Robin. I’m pretty sure they’re dating,and if that weren’t enough, he is Nancy Wheeler’s ex.” 

“I don’t know who any of those people are,” Charlie commented. 

“Robin works with him at Family video, they used to work at Scoops Ahoy at the mall. She’s nice, she’s pretty. Steve…He— hangs out a lot with Dustin, he is younger, they’re all kids, Max and Mike and Lucas… Not Will anymore. He’s gone. With that girl—who—well. Nancy is dating Jonathan Byers now, which—I would’ve never thought they would back in high school.” 

Maggie laughed. “You seem to know a lot about him.” 

“I didn't say anything about him, I just randomly namedropped people. But I know nothing about King Steve Harrington. Other than he used to be friends with Carol and Tommy, and other jerks. But he stopped being friends with them. He was a jerk, at first. I did not like him, less when he was around Carol and Tommy H, they sucked.” You leaned against the counter. “And— I know he used to be the worst in French class, and chemistry… and every single subject, actually. I used to tutor him. For a bit, only. I don’t think he even remembers my name, but he was terrible, really, I helped him but boy, was he bad at it, but I discovered more about him. He wasn’t only this idiotic jock…he was misunderstood. Don’t get me wrong, he was an idiot. Treating girls like they were a notch in his belt. Trophies, let’s say. But I gathered from him that he—he was really insecure of himself, he probably thought that by dating all of them he would be worthy of something. Which— even when he was perfect in mostly everything he did from the basketball team to the swim team.” 

Maggie only crossed her arms with a smirk. 

“He dated, a lot. He  He—uh, he dislikes his parents. And he tried to look the closest to Tom Cruise, only days after Risky Business had premiered he showed up talking like him,” you nodded. “College women can smell ignorance like dog shit. He made that movie his whole personality. I know he cried with Annie. He once told me he was a lifeguard. He did not get along with Billy, no one really did, actually…. And currently, he’s helping out with the homeless at our high school. I bumped into him and he was folding clothes and he’s really bad at it. He sucks.” 

Charlie and Maggie watched you and then gave each other a knowing glance. 

“So you know nothing about him,” Maggie crossed her arms with a smirk. 

You shook your head, “no, I don’t. Nothing. I only know he’s a jerk.” 

“Uh-huh,” Maggie chuckled. “Let’s hope he visits you tomorrow so you can get to know about him. You can get his order next time.”  

“Why would I? He’s an idiot. He probably comes here just to make fun of me.” 

Maggie chuckled, “I’m pretty sure he comes in very often and I don’t think it’s because of the waffles.” 

“My waffles are the best,” Charlie defended himself, 

“They are,” you agreed, nodding your head and pointing with the coffee pot to him. “He’s got a point, besides it’s dinner and a show with Charlie’s singing.” 

Charlie frowned, “hey, I’m the best at singing.” 

“Change the station,” Maggie offered with a smirk. “Get some of your grooves going as you keep lying to yourself. But please, before he keeps singing,” 

You snorted. “Grooves,” you teased  as you changed the radio station. A groovy one. 

Madonna’s ‘Like a Virgin.’ started playing, 

“Now this is music!” You said, moving your head along. 

Maggie watched you, chuckling. “You young people scare me.” 

You moved your shoulders to her. 

“You think you can give a better show than me?” Charlie questioned.

 “Is that a challenge?” You grinned hopping to the counter as you laid down on it. You kept loving your shoulders as you sang along. “I was beat! Incomplete! I'd been had, I was sad and blue, but you make me feel, yeah you make me feel!” 

Your off key singing suddenly turned into a show as you used spoons as your microphone, and danced behind the counter, putting on a full show with exaggerated movements and dramatic theatrics. 

“Y/N stop,” Maggie said.

“Touched for the very first time!” You sang to her even louder. 

“Y/N,” Charly shook his head. 

“Like a Virgin!” 

Madonna would be proud, hadnt it been for the fact that your dancing and singing was distracting you, enough for you to ignore the small bell at the door that had rang as someone had walked in. 

Mid dancing, you turned around to continue your performance. 

“You’re so fine! Fuck!” You said before wishing Hawkins to give another earthquake and suck you in. You dropped your spoon and felt like you were dying. You ducked behind the counter. 

“Hi,” King Steve Harrington stood there awkwardly as you showed your face having watched part of your performance. Robin Buckley standing next to him with a big smirk on her face.

Dustin Henderson, right behind them. 

You ducked again. 

“Hi,” Robin spoke now, with a smirk. “That was an incredible performance,” you could tell she was trying hard not to be sarcastic and seem nice instead. 

“Hi,” you said, dying of embarrassment. “I’m so sorry you—were not supposed to see that, usually at this time no one comes in and—“You were speaking too fast, you cleared your throat and avoided Steve’s gaze. 

The whole trio looked tired. That was an understatement. They were all covered with gray circles around their eyes and they looked sad 

What they were doing here at 2 am was beyond your thoughts, you only cursed that they’d decided to join you amidst your Madonna performance. But you didn’t questioned their emotional state. Lately everyone in Hawkins was sad. 

Dustin was the first to smile. “That was cool! Wasn’t it, Steve?” 

Steve offered a smile. “Uh—“he coughed. “Yeah it was—something.” 

You’d heard about a ghost or monster of sorts killing or disappearing people. You, right now, wished you were one of the victims. 

Maggie joined in. “Hey fellas, you can take your seats and hopefully y/n here will give you all another show, how about that?” 

They went and squeezed on a single booth. 

You sank behind the counter again.

Maggie watched you. “Are you kidding me?” 

“Can you get their orders?” You begged. 

“No,” she smiled, politely. 

“There is more I know about him,” you admitted. “He’s a jerk and he was a bigger jerk back in high school,” you admitted. “He broke my heart and I dislike him so much.” 

Maggie watched you. “So you do know about him.” 

You did. More than you wanted to admit. And he knew about you, the things that you didn’t want anyone to know. 

Secrets. Which was funny, were you not both based on secrets? 

“Yes, I know he’s an idiot.” 

An idiot who used to have wine with you, an idiot that laughed on a rooftop, an idiot that laid down on the grass with you. 

“But do you like him?” 

“No, I try to always show up so he feels guilty.” 

Maggie watched them. “Go get their order. I’m busy.” 

No, you didn’t like him. Not anymore, you wouldn’t go on that lane again. 

Hawkins offered enough darkness for you to search one in yourself. 

“Busy? Busy? Doing what?” You called her out. 

She just walked away swaying her hips.. 

You breathed in, slowly. “Fine.” 

You stood up and made your way over. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed the show, what can I get for you tonight? May I offer anyone some coffee?” 

The three of them started to unanimously tell you their orders. 

“You know fellas, I don’t have a super power so I’m gonna need you all to give them one by one.” 

Steve turned to you, “Sorry, y/n,” he apologized. 

So he remembered your name. 

You made eye contact with him for what seemed a second. Then you were reminded of who he was. A good reminder for you, it’s good to keep track of your heart. 

There had always been something in his eyes. Something you loved and hated, eyes which spoke. 

Steve had always been quiet, but his eyes had always been loud. 

“So, coffee. Who wants coffee?” You asked again. 

They all raised their hands. 

Great. 

When had Steves gang turned into a child and a girl whom you didn’t hate was not an answer you had. 

“‘Kay, I’ll be right back with coffee for and then you all can, in order, tell me what you want.” 

“Thanks y/n,” Steve said as you walked away. You filled the coffee pot and got each a cup. Except for Steve. Consciously. 

Because it was one of those days, when you had remembered what it felt like to be hurt. When you remembered how bad Steve Harrington can hurt you. 

You laughed against his chest. “Are you kidding?” 

“I haven’t slept since, that movie scared me. You should take care of yourself, you’re a babysitter sometimes.”

“I’m sure Mike Myers won’t come after me.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“I can’t believe Steve the King Harrington is scared of a movie.” 

When one is most lonely is when the mind is most annoying. You were always lonely. 

Dustin watched you curiously. “Uh you forgot a cup, for Steve.” 

“Did I?” You asked. “Ah,” you took out your notepad. “So, what can I get for you?” 

Robin watched you then with a big smirk on her face. She snorted and watched Steve. 

It was with little things that you could get back at him. Slowly. 

“I’ll have—“Steve started. 

“Yeah, I know, waffles with extra whipped cream and extra bacon.” 

You did know him. He hadn’t changed his order since that one august. People don’t change. 

Or maybe they do. For the better, hopefully. 

You had, hadn’t you? 

Maybe you believe heartache to be the first spark to ignite a change in people. Perhaps when the heart is most vulnerable is when you can mold it. 

There is a chance, perhaps, that hearts don’t break, but they become weak, vulnerable, moldeable. Perhaps a heartbreak may not be literal. Or does the heart lose something when it breaks? 

Maybe. 

Maybe the heart loses and keeps trying to build back up, of new pieces, with bandaids and tape. Building from scattered parts that we find. 

But had you built it? 

Robin grinned, watching Steve get uncomfortable. 

“You’re not getting his coffee?” 

You took a deep breath, “Yeah. I’d rather get Charlie cooking first. I’ll bring it in a second.” 

Steve watched. “Actually, Can I get a milkshake, too?” Steve asked. 

You took a deep breath. “Hm-hm” 

“Strawberry, still my favorite,”  Steve awkwardly said. You glared. 

Strawberry milkshakes. He was doing it on purpose. Strawberry milkshakes was your thing. But you had to ignore it for now. 

Saying us. 

“Never have I ever—had a strawberry milkshake,” 

“That’s bullshit.”

“I swear, it’s true,” he chuckled. “It’s always chocolate, vanilla.” 

“You don’t know what you’re missing on,  Harrington.” 

Robin watched between the both of you. She nodded to herself. She knew part of the story, not all. 

How august had come in and gone so, so quickly. She didn’t know it, she’d only known about you hanging out with Steve Harrington. 

‘Why?’ 

‘He’s not that bad’

‘No, he is.’ 

He was. 

“Robin?” You turned to the girl, whom you’d been friends with, for a while. Until you graduated and before she was friends with Steve. Which, you could not understand. How a friend can betray you and be with someone who had broken your heart. 

She had said it, ‘you’re young, it’ll pass’. 

No, it wouldn’t. 

‘He’s Steve Harrington, who in their right mind falls for Steve Harrington?’ 

Maybe she’d been right for that one.

Robin and you had been close, until you weren’t. You blamed Steve. And there was a longer story behind everything. 

“Yeah, uh, I’ll have—the cheeseburger, with fries,” Robin said. “And milkshake, too” 

Dustin looked up and gave you a smile. You smiled back. Even though he’d made the conscious choice to be friends with a jerk you knew the kid had nothing to be blamed on. 

Besides, you knew him to be grieving. You’d learned he’d been friends with Eddie Munson, another old friend from high school, someone whom you’d blantantly avoided the summer with Steve happened. 

“Hey, y/n,” Eddie had called. “Are we seeing each other today?” 

You licked your lips, it was a Friday morning, and Steve had yet to call. 

“No, I can’t. I’m busy—“

“Busy?” Eddie laughed, “I thought you would join us for DnD?” 

“Can’t tonight, Munson.”

Steve didn’t call. 

Steve had, undoubtedly, taken away everything from you. There was a reason why you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore. Friends. 

As if you’d ever been friends. 

“I’ll have—a burger too,” Dustin said. “Chocolate milkshake for me.” 

“Me too, cheeseburger,” Steve said. “Time for a change, right?” 

You ignored Steve’s gaze, just like he had all these years. 

You placed their orders and waited behind the counter. You could tell Steve was uneasy. Dustin and Robin only watched you while gossiping with him. 

Were they making fun of you? 

You had seen Steve show up regularly lately, you had noticed that and he always watched you and tried talking to you, you ignored him every time and let Maggie take his orders. 

It was rewarding. 

You did give him his coffee, but ran away as fast as you could before he could engage in any conversation. 

“See? What did I tell you?” You heard Steve tell Dustin and Robin. 

You sat by the counter. 

“He always asks for you, you know,” Maggie said as she was making the milkshakes, letting the blender be as loud as it could so you could talk to each other.  

You shrugged. 

“I don’t like him,” you said. “And I have a fair reason not to.” 

“Which is?” 

You took a deep breath and stared at him, when he noticed he gave you an awkward smile and a wave. 

“He’s an idiot,” you admitted to Maggie. 

“What’s the real story? I know there is a long story behind that.” 

Was it? A short summer that had gone too fast. A summer that would be remembered every now and then. 

So much for one summer. A summer that comes as a chalk drawing on the floor, easily erased with the rain. 

“I’ll see you on Monday, maybe I’ll pick you up for school.” 

“Can’t wait.” 

He never did. 

“Not really, look at him, he’s an idiot,” you said as you watched the guy drop his coffee as he saw you staring again. The cup was shattered. He had a talent for shattering things. “We spent—“you cleared your throat. “We spent a summer together. It was a secret, then we came back to school and he ignored me. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll clean up his mess. As usual.” 

You went back to him as he was already trying to clean it up. 

“I’m really—really sorry,” he was whispering. “I broke—“

“It’ll be on your receipt,” you said.

“He’s an idiot, we are sorry,” Dustin said, helping you clean. 

Steve was shaking. “I’m—sorry, uh, y/n can I—“

“I’ll get you another one,” you said as you went to the counter gathering a broom and a mop. 

Steve followed. “No, I’ll get it, I did that. I’m sorry.” 

You turned to see him and handed it to him. 

“I know what it’s like to have ugly customers,” he said, smiling awkwardly. “I’m sorry.” 

You only stared. 

“Hey, maybe—uh, next time, this could be your microphone,” he grinned, playing with the mop. “You know, like—“he swiveled the mop. “Madonna is more—“

“Oh, please don’t.” 

“No, no,” he grinned as he shook his head, letting out his hair hang loose. “Uh—I have seen you helping out.” 

“Yeah, the kitchen,” you said. 

“I’m helping too, sorting clothes and such,” he grinned.

“Uh-huh.” 

“Maybe—-uh, maybe I could uh, give you a ride home one of these days, you know, it’s not,” he cleared his throat. “It’s not safe.” 

“I’m okay.” 

He turned to his friends who only watched him disappointedly. he cleared his throat and stared at the radio, turning it up. The news were on repeat. only a reminder of these dark times. 

He cleared his throat and clumsily changed the station. Holiday by Madonna started playing. “Perfect.” 

You crossed your arms, humored. 

“More—next time try moving more uh—“he started moving his shoulders. 

“Enlighten me, please.” 

“Actually,” he handed the mop and broom back to you. “I remembered Madonna doesn’t like the mic stands so—“

You watched as he took a deep breath. 

“Madonna is more—“he cleared his throat as he failed attempting to dance as Madonna. Moving up his hands in the air, with two left feet moving around the diner as if it were come kind of horrific dancefloor. Moving his hips to the sides and jumping.

Steve Harrington was making a complete fool of himself in front of you. 

Humming and not knowing any of the lyrics to the song that was playing. 

“Celebrate!” He said as he raised his arms, with every lack of rhythm he could have. 

You were deciding how to react. You were embarrassed by him and tried not to laugh. You turned to look at Dustin and Robin who were just as embarrassed of their friend. Dustin covered his eyes and Robin was only laughing to herself and shaking her head. 

But Steve continued, he had started so he had to finish. Even Maggie and Charlie had stopped what they were doing to watch the man make a fool of himself. 

And for a moment, there was the Steve you’d met for a summer, a Steve that only you had been lucky enough to meet. 

“I’ve seen the video,” he said. “I know she moves like this.” 

You smiled then, and even chuckled. “You’re done now, you don’t have to make a fool of yourself.” 

He approached you, “I think we all need to dance in such dark times.” 

You rolled your eyes, as he only watched with a smirk as he snapped his fingers. You found yourself smiling and you didn’t like that. 

“I know you’re loving this!” 

Were you? 

It was weird how he assumed to know. Did he really? Had you not been gone from his memory? 

You turned around as Maggie placed the plates for you to hand them. He approached you as he tried engaging you to dance with him, you were quick to push him away. 

“Come on? You were dancing just fine before,” he grinned. 

“It was a private performance.” 

He chuckled. “Weren’t we once, a private performance?” 

You ignored him and took the orders to the booth. 

“Y/N,” he said. “Dance with me, please?” 

“So, here’s the three burgers with a side of fries each and your milkshakes.” 

You had decided to ignore him because you knew him, perfectly  fine. And you were not falling for his tricks again. You didn’t want it to rain again, you didn’t want to curse another month. 

“Y/N?” 

“Uh, I forgot the ketchup, sorry,” you turned around to see Steve waiting for you. 

He gave you a look. A single look. Had you not been on your senses or perfectly aware of who he was you would’ve fallen right away, down to his feet. 

Stupid eyes he had. 

“No,” you tried walking past him but he stopped you. 

“Please?” 

“No, and let me walk, please.” 

He sighed and cleared his throat. “Sorry, you’re right, you’re a better Madonna than me,” he sighed. 

“I am,”you said . “Enjoy your meal. You can clean when you’re done,” you handed back the mop and broom. 

He sighed and sat down as Robin and Dustin chuckled.

“I know,” he said. “I know.” 

You walked to Maggie who gave you a sad smile. “He’s not bad.” 

“He is.” 

There was a moment of silence, you only turned the music louder, with songs you loved from last year, or decades before. 

Maybe you were too harsh on Steve, but really, you weren’t. No, you werent and this probably was another one of his tricks, another game on you. 

You didn’t know how long it happened until they were paying. Steve had tried talking to you once or twice more but you’d only faked to miss him. 

Robin and Dustin had walked out but Steve had stayed to clean the mess he had made. 

“No, I was kidding, that’s my job you don’t have to do it,” you said.

“No, I do. I have a new philosophy, to clean up the mess I’ve made.” 

You chuckled. “That’s going to take you a long time.” 

He sighed. “So, you don’t like me.” 

“What gave it away?”

“I thought we were friends, we used to be friends in high school.” 

You snorted and looked away. “Friends? Friends?” You let out a cynical laugh. “No, we were not. I tutored you for a bit. We were not friends.” 

“And what about—“

“What about what?” 

“You know, that summer.” 

He had to be kidding right now. “Yeah. That proves we are not friends.” 

“Right. Look,  I was a jerk. And I’m—“

“Yeah. Big one.”

“I’ve changed.”

“Good.”

You walked away trying to find anything else to do, as he followed after you. 

“Please, y/n.” 

“You think just because you dance to Madonna I’ll just magically forgive you?” 

“Well.” 

“No, Steve, I don’t like you, I don’t know what you’re trying to do and I know you’ve been trying to reach out to me—“

“Yes, for a while now! I’ve even called you—“

“Years after you were a jerk, what came to your mind? Why now?” 

“I’m just sorry.” 

“Look, I’m sorry,” you chuckled. “I know, I know. It must be so hard for you for a girl not to fall at your feet but I’m sure plenty of girls are dying to have Steve Harrington talk to them.” Irony and sarcasm were stirring form each and every word. 

He sighed, “May I make it up to you?” He asked. 

“Is guilt not letting you sleep?”

He sighed, “ I know I was—probably the biggest jerk to you back in the day.” 

“Yep, you were.” 

“May I make it up? Let’s go watch a movie—“

“Oh, who paid you this time?” 

He took a step back. He knew there was absolutely no chance against you. You’d defeated Steve Harrington. 

He bit his lip, “I really have changed. And I’ll prove it.” 

“What for, Steve?” 

“I’ll prove it!” He said, before walking out. 

Maggie watched you. “You’re too harsh.” 

“No, I'm not even close to being harsh.” 

“Why, y/n? Why not give him a chance?” 

“Because—Because it’s his fault I curse an entire month.”

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Now that a week has passed since that horrible ending of FTWD, how would you have liked Troy's story to be wrapped up?

Thanks for asking! I guess it’s gonna be a LONG one…

If I absolutely had to wrap his story, then I would’ve made him and Tracy leave the main group/PADRE behind. It’s hard for me to say that this season had any arcs, but the potential was there - Troy appears both stuck in his old ways and being perceived by other characters as the person he was 12 years ago, but during the season he realizes that he’s already changed a long time ago and lets go of some things and ideas that he has been carrying around like deadweight.

I saw a lot of people say that Troy is irredeemable because he ‘killed’ Alicia, but for Tracy to believe the lie about being her kid, that must’ve happened ~8 years ago very shortly after Serena’s death. A much younger Troy who haven’t really experienced fatherhood yet lashing out in grief is very different from this idea of current Troy seeking out Alicia in cold blood that some people seem to have.

We even have a parallel with Madison, who assumed that Nick has been dead for years and didn’t even look for him, finding out that Charlie killed him as a misguided 11yo, but still violently lashing out at her and sending Charlie to her death. Madison fully expected Charlie to die, and if that confrontation happened right after Nick’s death with no one around to act like her conscious, then I have to assume that she would’ve killed Charlie. I mean, Madison isn’t above killing kids…

So, I would’ve brought more attention to when ‘killing’ Alicia must’ve happened and how that parallels Madison while also highlighting what Troy didn’t have back then - time to process and a support system to stop him like Victor and Daniel tried with Madison. Otherwise, that’s just hypocrisy. Which this season was full of, but it went completely unaddressed.

Every ‘good’ character was acting like they know Troy, when most of them saw him maybe once or knew him for a couple of weeks at best, but they’re very sure about the opinions they have on him, even tho 12 years have passed. They also act like his perception of those events isn’t correct, while their is.

It’s especially evident with Daniel acting like Troy has lied to Tracy about Ophelia, when he absolutely told her the truth. Ophelia did poison a lot of innocent men. As unfair the situation was for Walker and his people, what most ranchers were guilty of was peacfully living on the land that was still legally bought from the tribe, and then also trying to protect their home.

If they were somehow not innocent enough, then Nick was poisoned and almost died too, but Madison sure kept her mouth shut about that little detail while literally having Nick’s ashes on her. She, herself, beat Ophelia up for what Tracy says she did, but for some reason Daniel never gets challenged on rejecting the truth.

Let’s not forget that the scene leads to Strand realizing that Daniel is only there because he wants to hurt Troy for causing Ophelia’s death by killing Tracy, and then Daniel and Madison actually try to kill Tracy in an unnecessary cruel way only to be stopped by Strand. Seems like a very weird thing to not explore more, when Troy’s main sin is ‘killing’ their daughters. These people are not better than Troy, in many ways they are worse, so, if they deserve another chance and to go their separate ways than so does he.

Troy was really on his best behavior this season. He is constantly accused of being the worst, but his actions don’t support it. He takes over the hotel with no casualties, he doesn’t intend to kill Charlie, her offers to take over PADRE peacefully, he refuses to side with Crane, he saves Madison - he’s not killing anyone just because he can, and is ready to avoid all casualties.

I’ve seen people treating Troy killing Luciana’s men as some kind of proof that he didn’t change, but they had an option to just leave the place before Troy even came. Troy was there only because his kidnapped child sent a distressed call from that location. He was wiling to resolve that peacefully too, but was forced into a shootout by men that were either directly responsible for kidnapping Tracy or guilty by association, men that were also getting in his way of saving Tracy from being killed by Madison and Daniel. He wasn’t after these men, as they for some reason assumed.

Troy was not in the wrong in that situation and, overall, he proved every character that badmouthed him wrong with his actions. Charlie says that Troy only cares about hurting Madison and not PADRE? Troy saves her life and proves that safety of his daughter (the reason he wanted PADRE) is more important. Daniel says that Troy is a lier? But what he told Tracy about Ophelia was true, and he either confesses about other stuff or lies to protect his child. Strand acts like Tracy needs to be rescued from Troy? Troy is literally the best parent this show had. And so on.

It boggles my mind that the show is either unaware that Troy’s words and his actions are so different or is aware, but unwilling to do anything with it. Kinda like it does absolutely nothing to call out other characters (baby snatchers, attempted child murderers, killers for hire, ex tyrants and such) on their hypocrisy when judging Troy. So, going back to the original question, I would address all that and make all the characters realize how similar they are, and that they have no ground to judge each other. That the only good thing they can do is go their separate ways, as they seem to be much better people when they are not in close proximity.

Oh, and if I’m not allowed to keep Serene ‘alive’ long enough to have Troy put her out of her misery and him and Tracy burry her together, then I would give him more time to process her ‘death’. I think she serves as a perfect symbol of Troy clinging to things that are no longer there, his ‘deadweight’. He seems to blame Alicia and Madison for her death, but he went from someone who ‘killed’ Alicia out of grief to someone who saves Madison. Allow him to meaningfully burry his past and that be proof of his change and the fact that his revenge quest is over.

ALTERNATIVELY

If I don’t actually have to finish Troy’s story, then I would retcon the shit out of this season with one simple fix - unreliable narration from a severely traumatized 8yo girl.

You saw Madison push a dull ass object through Troy as if he’s made out of dough? No, you didn’t! Tracy’s mind exaggerated that wound. You saw Troy dead on the ground? No, you didn’t, because Tracy already ran away, and that’s her mind filling the blanks. You saw a dozen adults standing there doing absolutely nothing after she ran away? No, they all ran after her and left injured Troy behind to be rescued by his men, who should be in the area anyway.

You saw walker!Troy? Well, that being a false memory child mind came up with to cope with trauma makes far more sense than an 8yo, who got easily overwhelmed by walkers multiple times before, spending an entire night searching through the remains of a 5000 horde that was just in the area, in the dark, and actually finding her dad, who went in some random direction, without being eaten alive.

Then her digging a grave for a 6’1 man in the ground that was so frozen that it could hold a horde, with her bare hands too. Then easily finding her way back to Madison, who got saved from a gunshot by a tiny soft silver necklace, and digging her out from under rubble. Then an 8yo knowing some ‘field medicine’ that allows you to heal chronic lung issues with zero oxygen tanks and such.

None of these things make sense and the show would be better, if they will get retconned as Tracy running away too early to see Troy die, shooting Madison (but the bullet only grazing her, which is something Tracy could actually know how to deal with later) or just knocking her out and then spending the night crying holed up somewhere close while her mind makes these fixes to allow her to go back and help the only adult she has to rely on for survival.

Then I would continue Troy’s story, where he first gets better physically and mentally, maybe finds a new community of interesting characters (that isn’t just 13 ‘fanatic’ men, but also a little boy, so, do Troy’s men have families with them that we never see? What happened to the boy? Why even add a boy, when a grown ass man could’ve told us that Tracy is gone…) before going to find his daughter who won’t even be with Madison and Alicia at that point (because I don’t want to see them again) who left Tracy with whatever first community they found (good for her).

That’s my pitch for the first 2 seasons of a Troy spinoff.

#troy otto

[pixiemage]

Ignoring for a moment that everyone dislikes Chris Pratt, ignoring for a moment that it would’ve been amazing to see an actor in the role specifically from the voice acting industry (because the entire movie is a cast of screen actors so if you call HIM out for it you can’t ignore the fact that Jack Black and Charlie Day and Seth Rogen and basically everyone else involved is known for their SCREEN acting not their VOICE acting)…ignoring that, for the moment. What is it about the two sentences he had in the trailer that has people immediately hating his performance in a movie that isn’t even out yet? Is it that people think it’s actually bad, or is it just the current trend to hate every bit of news we get about Chris Pratt in relation to this movie? (And no I’m not mocking, I’m legitimately trying to understand. I’m honestly asking.)

Is it because you don’t think Pratt’s voice works for the Mario you envision? Fair enough. But in that case you should be calling out the casting director who chose him for the role. Actors for all these animated roles - including Jack Black, who I think everyone agrees is legendary for Bowser - are contacted because of the way they sound. True, based on the cast we have, there’s some level of notoriety at play here too, we can’t ignore that. But there are plenty of other big name actors who could have been chosen. They weren’t picked.

Or maybe do you hate it because Mario has a Brooklyn accent? Is it because he’s not using the stereotypical Italian we hear in the games? People claim Chris Pratt “didn’t even try” but…he IS clearly using a specific accent in the trailer, and he doesn’t even have final say in what the character is meant to sound like. If that’s your problem, then you should be dissing the director and the folks in charge of the movie because it would have been THEIR call to have Mario and Luigi talk like that. In the voice acting industry, actors may have some freedom in their performance, but there IS someone in the room instructing you on what it is the role requires and what it is they want you to do in front of the mic.

(Voice actress here. I may not be in the big leagues like some actors are but I know how the industry works. Bigger actors may have more sway but they’re still being paid to do the job that the company they’re working for gave them. If the role asks for an accent, well, by Jove, you’re doing an accent.)

And if you ARE salty about the Brooklyn accent because it’s “not canon accurate”…this isn’t even the first time we’ve seen the Mario Bros portrayed with that dialect. I mean their origins are that they were in construction first and became plumbers later, and in a lot of non-video-game Mario media, both Mario and Luigi grew up in Brooklyn. For anyone who doesn’t know about it, go watch Film Theory’s video about the new movie and how old canon might tie in. His theory may not end up being 100% accurate but by god does he make some excellent points.

Anyway, I’m not saying you have to like Chris Pratt, of course not. I’m just saying not everything comes down to just him, and you can’t judge a film based on two sentences from a trailer. If you don’t trust him then try to trust that Illuminations and Nintendo know what they’re doing. Nintendo has always been a perfectionist for how their characters are being portrayed ever since the old Mario Bros movie was a complete train wreck. Trust that they’re going to do the Mushroom Kingdom justice in the new one.

EDIT: To clarify, I’m not trying to change anyone’s opinion on the trailer! I don’t have much of an opinion either way, I’m just excited for the movie as a whole. But I’m also just really curious about the reasoning behind why folks either like or dislike certain vocal performances. I made this post for curiosity’s sake and so I could see the trailer from other people’s perspectives :) So feel free to share your own breakdown of it! Let’s just try to keep the replies friendly ^^

#Nintendo #mario movie #illuminations #super Mario bros

[medicallymercury]

A History of Violence Trailer Review

so, the trailer happened…

I just feel a bit like

bros….. (usual ranting below the cut)

I’ll talk about Teddy first because what is the point of this blog at this point, if not to go on about him? I watched through most of it and I was like “wow, he’s not being slutty, this is amazing for me” and then we got to the end and I clocked into the PR job. For some reason, probably projection-related ones, I struggle to believe he’d cheat on someone. But Casualty has deigned that he must and I guess that Holbyverse infidelity is basically a minor moral offence that about 50% of the population of the city must have committed at least once. Still feels especially bad coming from Teddy; hypocrisy you can see from space or whatever I said about “New Romance For Teddy” in that post a while back. Him crying? Great, I’m horrible to my faves and I love all the episodes where he is sad. And Jan’s there for him, so their relationship hasn’t been ruined past the point of no return (which I’m not surprised about, those two were always going to reconcile). If it weren’t for the infidelity, I’d probably be really excited to see what happens next in Casualty and with Teddy but it’s kinda casting a shadow that I need to come to terms with.

Also, I’m a tiny bit convinced Sah might leave/be killed off and I have been for a while. I don’t think I’ve seen a picture of Arin filming in ages but I’ve seen loads of pictures of all the others together, without them. I thought it would be weird for them to fake-leave only to real-leave a couple months later but this trailer has also got me like 👀👀 for reasons I won’t specify because I’ll sound like a conspiracy theorist, I’m probably being silly and I’m not necessarily expecting that Sah will go but I’m definitely considering the possibility.

Brief acknowledgment of FAITH STUFF WILL NEVER BE OVER, WILL IT? Still no comment beyond that.

For all that I don’t enjoy Faith and Iain stuff, it does seem to be related to some Jacob and Iain stuff in the trailer and I’ve really been enjoying their interactions so there’s that. Honestly, Jacob joining the paramedics has made Iain feel like he’s more integrated into the paramedics as a team than he was when it was just him, Jan, Teddy and Sah.

The stuff with Stevie looks really, really good. I’m really excited to see where they go with that.

So does the stuff with Jodie and Max. And Max’s mum is back too! I do wonder if the same issue I’m having with Teddy right now might start to affect Jodie a little but at least she hasn’t got anyone she should be being loyal to. I also enjoy Dylan’s continued involvement in the Max and Jodie stuff.

New characters look great, we’ve heard about Siobhan joining and she looks interesting even if I’m still bitter about Donna, but I think Ngozi is introduced to us by this trailer so that’s exciting (though I do worry a new staff nurse means Ryan, who was slowly growing on me, is leaving). Also, Zoe returning, which is something I feel like we’ve known about forever now.

Brief, but there was Rida and Rash stuff and I hope we’re about to get a sweet romance with no horrors. I guess I love the horrors on some level, or I wouldn’t watch it, but it’s nice to have something pleasant happening in between.

Oh yeah, Charlie’s leaving. That’s the whole big thing. I know it’s a big landmark for the show but I don’t really care.

Overall, I guess I’m looking forward to it being back. The focus seems to be on the Stevie storyline and the Max and Jodie storyline, and at least that hopefully means that the continuation of the Faith Stuff will take a backseat compared to before the break. Teddy… I don’t know. I believed that the questionable things he did before the break made sense for his character, they felt like reasonable developments on his personality even if they weren’t always the writing choices I would’ve made (cough the proposal). But I struggle to believe he’d do this. I think he would have to be really going through it to do something like that, and I guess he has been really going through it, but unless the writers lean into that fact when making him do this, I think I’ll struggle to come to terms with it as part of his character. A real mixed bag of a trailer for me but at least Casualty-typical horrors are still being inflicted on the paramedics, some things never change.

[I recognise that Iain is also THE STRUGGLER right now, but this is how I made it so this is how it stays.]

#just posted it with ‘teddy isn’t a bit of a slag he’s a total slag’ on my close friends story #i forget what made me give up on holby i wonder what my casualty last straw will be #bbc casualty #shoelace fandom #teddy gowan #jan jenning #sah brockner #anti faith cadogan #iain dean #jacob masters #jodie whyte #max cristie #rida amaan #rash masum #semi anti charlie fairhead? #im just ambivalent to him #also paige and dylan but i don’t like to tag if mentions are only in passing

[themosthatedbeingg]

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{ dear diary—

Today I met the absolute worst stupid dumb too tall weird, fuck ass Bob haircut demon at Charlie’s hotel! Fucking Radio demon .. srsly radio?! Who even listens to the radio anymore ?? Hellcasts are where it’s at now! Although I do enjoy my easy jazz radio station from time to time .

I still don’t lake the jazz age my whole personality !! Also who the fuck does he think he is saying he’s a better father ?! HELLOO HE WASNT THERE WHEN CHARLIE WAS CUTTING HER FANGS OR HER FIRST HORNS!

although it would’ve been funny to see him handle her emo phase —-

Anyway I’m Charlie’s father and this red asshole is a prick I don’t know why anyone likes him.. he’s up to something I can sense it .. there’s is something weird clinging to him though Roo is intrigued by it which means it can’t be good .

Anyway got to go the ducks are trying to overthrow the Clydes again.

But I just want to say for the record I am not not will I ever be friendly with this stupid Radio demon ever ! }

Ps— I think Lilth has notes on him somewhere I’ll have to find them.

#hehehe #<3

[bee-c-e]

(Re)Vengance

CW: non-detailed violence, potentially OOC

Notes: this is literally my first time writing Hazbin characters, so while i did my best to make them accurate, they’re probably bit out of character. sorry!

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The Radio Demon lied on the dusty ground, panting heavily, desperately grasping for some sense of being able to breathe. Never would he have thought he’d find himself at the sharp end of this sword, so to speak.

“Husker- my good friend- surely you must understand the… consequences- of your actions?”

“I understand perfectly. Do you?” Husk’s voice was lower than the overlord demon could say he had ever heard it before. His previous pet was barely speaking above a whisper, though the sound resonated in Alastor’s ears. His smile strained.

After several moments of silence, Charlie spoke up, sounding shaky, “Husk… you really shouldn’t do this. I mean- he’s done so much for all of us-“

“What has he done for me except take me prisoner for years?” He was strangely calm, seemingly apathetic about the situation he was in. His speech wasn’t crazed, nor manic. It was almost professional. The Princess of Hell stood behind him, making him look over his shoulder from where he had the Radio Demon pinned by the neck.

Uncomfortable silence echoed in his ears, and he relished in it. “Let’s face it, Charlie, the only person this fucker has helped is you.”

Charlie flinched, averting her gaze to the ground.

“I beg to differ, dear Husker. I’ve helped all of you in several ways. How else would you have fended off the angelic army if not for my knowledge of their weakness?”

Husk looked back at Alastor, “Yeah? Well, here we are. Who’s on whose leash now?” He watched in pure satisfaction as Alastor’s ears went back and the demon was able to do nothing about the rage he so clearly wanted to express. He could never again yank on Husk’s chain until he choked- threaten to tear his soul apart atom by atom. Even more, every year spent under that piece of shit had been beaten back into the demon, save for one. And how satisfying was that, to refer to him as a demon? Not an overlord, not his master- a demon. Like the rest of them (well, most of them. Husk still wasn’t sure what the fuck Niffty was). The reversal of roles was such poetic irony that Husk could wax its stanza for years on end without tiring.

“Angel spared Valentino, despite how much of a piece of shit that fucker is. Who’s to say I won’t do the same?” Husk spoke over his shoulder again to Charlie, and noticed that her expression was the epitome of internal conflict. She didn’t know until today the shit that Alastor had put him through. Didn’t know until today the extent of what Alastor had done to all of the souls under him. But freedom had finally come, and what a magnificent reward it was, to feel the weight of chains lifting from every limb. To hold the vital point of his tormentor in his own hand. Something so crucial, and yet so easy to crush.

Speak of the sinner, Angel watched only a slight distance from Charlie, looking stuck between concern and contentedness. He, more than anyone else here, knew the liberation that came not only with regaining your soul, but with forcing the one who held it for so long to quiver at your feet in fear the same way they forced you to so many times.

“That’s great, Husk! I knew-“

“Didn’t say I would.”

Alastor shuffled in his grip, his ears still back and his eyes narrowed, “Husker-���

Husk chuckled humorlessly, “You’d think you’d know when to shut your fucking mouth.”

Alastor, shockingly, stilled, though his smile grew sharper.

Charlie bit her lip. Took a deep breath, “As Princess of Hell, I demand that you release Alastor without killing him.”

Her voice didn’t quaver as much as it used to; in fact, it hardly did at all. Husk would’ve been lying if he’d said he wasn’t a little bit proud. Sucked that he was on the tail end of it this time.

Husk raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, but Angel beat him to it. “Really? Afta’ everythin’ he’s done?”

Charlie sighed, though it almost sounded like a choked-back sob. “Everyone deserves a second chance.”

Angel remained silent after that, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Charlie.

“Well Princess, hate to break it to ya’,” Husk flared his wings, “but this one’s been given too many.”

With that, Husker summoned a card- the Joker- and slashed across the space of Alastor’s neck while still looking at the Princess of Hell. What would be sickening thud rang in his ears, though Husk could only find it in himself to smirk. Another thud followed it, though he felt the body hit the ground more than he heard it.

The Radio Demon was dead.

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[sailtomarina]

I know that smirk

She cornered her in the library with a glint in her eye and hands planted on her waist. Hermione might as well have been a quaffle in Ginny’s eyes—ripe for the taking.

“Who is it, Hermione?”

“I haven’t the foggiest idea what you mean.”

“Oh, please. I’d know that Slytherin smirk anywhere. You didn’t get that from my brother.”

Hermione feinted to the left before attempting to dart to the right, coming to an immediate halt as the other girl blocked her efforts.

“Slytherins don’t own the trademark on smirks, you know,” she scoffed, finally giving up and settling back with arms crossed.

“No, but they all seem to share the exact same style, one you didn’t sport until recently. So I ask again, who is it?” Her light brown eyes narrowed in speculation at Hermione’s continued avoidance of eye contact.

“Nott?”

Hermione gave a slight shake of her head and Ginny thought it a pity. Those two would have been perfect with each other as swotty as they both were. Not to mention their adorable curls.

“…Goyle?”

This time all she got in response was a snort. It had been a far-fetched guess, but she’d certainly seen and done stranger things herself.

“If you say it’s Parkinson I just might take you in to see Pomfrey.” This time her statement earned her a glare.

“Pansy’s changed a lot lately. She’s…better these days.”

That was certainly a surprise. Ginny didn’t hate Parkinson, per se, but she didn’t trust her either, especially after she’d tried to turn Harry in.

“Well, I know it isn’t Zabini, so that just leaves—”

“Wait a minute,” Hermione interrupted. “How do you know it isn’t Blaise?”

This time it was Ginny’s turn to smirk, not that one, but the smile most others outside the family attributed to the twins, but only because they didn’t know Bill or Charlie. “Because he would’ve told me.”

Hermione blinked once, then once more. Then she gasped as realization dawned.

“Ginny! Are you shagging Blaise?”

The redhead peered down at her nails as she contemplated painting them emerald green. “I might be.”

“But, Harry? I thought you were with Harry!”

“I am.”

As Hermione continued to sputter, Ginny’s stoicism dissolved into peals of laughter. “Oh, Hermione, why not both?”

“Both! Do they know?”

“Of course they do. They’d have to, given how much they enjoy snogging each other as much as they do me.”

Ginny wished she could bottle up the memories of Hermione’s face just then so she could share it with the other two. It was the perfect combination of surprise and intrigue. She might be one year older, but she was so, so precious in her innocence.

“How is Malfoy in bed, anyways?” she casually tossed out. Now this would be interesting.

“We—I—I mean—how did you guess?” 

“Love, there weren’t many Slytherins from our year left, and I’m fairly certain you’re not interested in anyone younger. If anything, I would’ve pegged you for an older guy. Way older.”

If Hermione’s blush was any indication, Ginny guessed that she had her fair share of crushes perfectly fitting her assumptions. That would be worth investigating later. But for now…

“So? Are you going to spill?”

Teasing Hermione really was criminally fun. She made it so easy with how open her expressions were, how her body language immediately reflected her feelings. Like now—she stroked her fingers idly over her wand like she wished they were wrapped around something, someone, else.

“We’re not quite there yet. Draco wants to take things slow.” A pretty rose blush crept across her cheeks at the admission.

Ginny couldn’t help her brows from jumping up in surprise. Malfoy? Take things slow? Not only was that not his reputation, but it almost sounded like…

“But you want to?”

A shy nod and an ever deeper blush were her answers.

“Alright, tell me everything, and then I’ll tell you what to do.”

Far be it to say that Ginny wasn’t giving when she wanted to be, despite her overall greediness for life and all its pleasures. She’d be certain to exact gratitude from the ferret later.

WC 688 Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

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[drawnbadly-blog]

Hellish Bells

Chapter 3: Planning

“What in the HOLY HELLS-” Vaggie yelled. Charlie and Vaggie clung to each other in the inky blackness. Not even a blink later, they appeared in Alastor’s tower.

The tower was full of books, sigils, and somehow a forest that was mystically connected to it. Alastor looked to be reading a book, which he set down when the two of them appeared in front of him.

“Ah! I see you’ve accepted my proposal,” Alastor said with a laugh. He walked over, twirling his cane.

“Not like there was much of a choice,” Vaggie muttered as she let go of Charlie.

“Now now, no need to be bitter! If she really wanted out of the deal, Charlie could have triggered the failure clause!”

It was then that Charlie realized she hadn’t even bothered asking about it after what her dad told her about them. Now that he brought it up… “What isthe failure clause?”

“It was simple: the hotel would have come into my possession!”

Charlie felt more than a little scandalized. Give him the hotel ? When it was such a beacon of hope in Hell? It would’ve been almost as bad as dying!

“What? That’s IT?!” Vaggie rubbed her head. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped. We’ll give you the hotel and-”

Alastor’s sharp laugh cut her off. He said, “The deal no longer matters. In fact, I’ll free Charlie of it now!” Alastor snapped his fingers. The contract for their deal hovered for a second before bursting to burning green pieces.

“What are you playing at!?” Vaggie snapped.

“Vaggie…” Charlie squeezed her shoulder as she turned to Alastor. “Thank you for getting rid of that! Now…” she began dragging Vaggie to the door “...we have our own wedding to plan!”

“I thought we would have a group wedding seeing as you accepted my proposal,” Alastor said cooly with a hint of something that Charlie couldn’t quite pick out.

“We were only going to do it because of that deal. Do you REALLY think anyone would want to marry you?!” Vaggie snapped.

Charlie’s heart skipped as she realized that a flash of hurt had gone through his eyes before a smile ate it up. Normally she couldn’t read Alastor beyond his smile…

“It doesn’t matter if you want to or not anymore! My proposal was accepted, thus we shall get married,” Alastor said simply.

“What, do you mean these rings?” Vaggie gripped the black ring. “You can have them back!” She pulled. And pulled. And pulled. No matter how she twisted it, the ring wouldn’t come off. Charlie looked at her own as she realized the shadowy horns had somehow grown into her finger. Vaggie stopped and said, “The fuck?!”

“No need to swearing. Not yet, anyway.” Alastor lifted Vaggie’s head with his cane and said, “The rings were more than symbolic. I’d woven a bit of a deal in them.”

“You can put deals in objects?” Charlie was learning all sorts of things about deals that were too little too late.

“Oh yes! I’ve made so many deals I know everything about them, inside and out!” Alastor set his cane down. Brandishing his hand, he said, “It’s a group deal.” On his finger was a ring. The same kind of black ring as Vaggie and Charlie had. He continued, “This kind of deal, the stakes are far higher. If anyone backs out…” For a second, he was a monstrous wendigo. “The ring will swallow their soul.”

Charlie’s gut dropped straight through the ground. So much for knowing better about making deals…

Then, a stray thought hit her. She asked, “Wait. If that’s the case, why did you put a ring on?”

“And leave my brides alone in the soul contract? I most certainly would never! No, I would never back out of this deal.” Alastor turned around and marched back to the table. He picked up the book - actually, a magazine - and held it up for the two.

It was a wedding magazine. One of Velvette’s creations, a worn copy from some kind of ‘romance’ theme before it flopped hard. Charlie remembered trying to search for it for her own use with Vaggie to no avail. There were also more than a few color swatches in his hand.

“Now, would you like to look through various themes and swatches with me to pick out the best combination for our wedding? I’m partial to black and red, but I’m willing to consider other opinions!”

Charlie, against the pit her gut had fallen in, couldn’t help but get excited at the idea of planning her wedding~

Whereas Vaggie sighed and rubbed her head. “I guess if we’re getting dragged into this madness, we might as well make it the way we want.” She pointed at Alastor, “No black!”

“Now, surely you must realize we need an accent color !” Alastor protested.

“It should be pink! And sparkly! And, oh, oh, we need PARTY FAVORS!” Charlie was pretty sure she shouldn’t slip so easily from being stuck in a deal that could destroy her soul to planning a wedding. She wasn’t sure if it was because *WEDDING* or *MARRYING VAGGIE* or whatever. It was something to cling to, which is what she’d be doing a lot the next few weeks. She zipped over to Alastor and flipped to a page that she remembered from the decades before when she last saw it. Pointing, she said, “We should definitely have poofy clothes…”

#bananarama is a word #Chaggistor #Alastor x Charlie x Vaggie #romance #Eventually anyway