#bananarama is a word

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Hellish Bells

“Charlie, it’s time for me to redeem my favor.”

“Oh! Okay. Soooo, what is it?”

Alastor’s smile changed subtly. “I would like your hand in marriage!”

Chapter 1: The Favor

Charlie’s brain had gotten stuck on one particular word Alastor had said. Confused, she asked, “You want me to what?”

“Marry me!” Alastor said it cheerily, like it was some sort of natural consequence of some process only he knew.

“I, uhm…” Charlie giggled nervously, an eye narrowing in her feeling of cringe - for herself, her reaction, and the strange request Alastor made.

They were currently on the balcony of Charlie and Vaggie’s room. It had been four years of work and toil, but the hotel was finally becoming a success. Now, when she looked out among her people, there was a small pulse of hope in the Pride Ring. In fact, she had been marveling at it when Alastor had appeared from his shadows.

Then, the favor.

Trying to make it sink in in a way that made sense, Charlie said slowly, “So you want the favor I owe you…to be me marrying you.”

“But of course! Doesn’t it make sense?”

No. It did not. Charlie blew a breath out and asked, “Why marriage? Why me ?”

Alastor’s smile turned a little devilish as he said, “My dear, haven’t you ever heard of a political marriage? It would be quite the boon to have the Princess of Hell by my side.” Those words set her mind at ease. Okay, good. He wasn’t interested in sex. She thought. Hadn’t Rosie said he was an ace? He quickly changed her mind as he pinched her cheek and said, “Also, I must say I find your naive optimism rather endearing! It used to grate on me; now, watching you separate families and loved ones between Heaven and Hell and thinking it a kindness, I couldn’t be more pleased!”

Charlie gave a couple of weak laughs. “Right…” She coughed as she tried spinning around him. “Well, I’ll give it some thought and-”

She was stopped short, something around her neck pulling taut and making her fall backwards. Looking down, she realized there was a green collar around her neck. A chain led from her…to Alastor’s hands.

“ You don’t have a choice ,” Alastor said, his voice coming from both his shadow and his mouth. His horns had grown, green stitches all over his face, as a slightly crazed smile graced her presence. “ We made a deal. Anything that isn’t violent. You WILL marry me… ” He pulled the chain, which caused a strange pain in Charlie’s chest. Not even a blink later, he was back to being his normal self as he said, “It’s almost as if you don’t want to marry me!”

“Well…Vaggie…” Charlie said weakly. She’d been planning on proposing to Vaggie soon. The ring had been in her pocket for weeks. There hadn’t been an opportunity.

“Ah yes. Your angelic partner. No, she mustn't stand in the way…” He said it darkly, and Charlie pictured Alastor trying to tear Vaggie apart with his tentacles. Then Alastor said something weirdly cheerfully. “Which is why I wish to marry her too! Or, at least, you two marry.”

Charlie was struck dumb. “What?!”

“Oh goodness, Charlie, do you honestly think I would fulfill any marital duties such as exchanging fluids ? No, it simply would not do! The most I would do is consummating, and we both know we’d simply be going through the motions. Now, if your pretty little angel were involved, you and herself could engage in whatever carnal delights you wish!”

That…made sense. That made SENSE! Charlie could accept those terms, she wanted to marry Vaggie anyway! …as depressing as it was, Charlie really didn’t have a choice. She could still feel where the chain laid against her flesh. Clinging to her hopes and dreams, she said, “Those terms seem…” She tried to be diplomatic. “...acceptable.”

“Excellent! I knew you would see it my way!” Alastor laughed. Then, rolling the words off his tongue in schadenfreudian delight, he asked, “Now, how will you break the news to Vaggie?”

Charlie’s gut sank. She confessed, “I don’t know.”

“Hm. Quite the dilemma.” Alastor pretended to think before snapping his fingers. “I know! Engagements require rings, correct?”

Charlie’s hand immediately went to her pocket where her own ring for Vaggie sat in its container. She answered, “Yes.”

“In that case…” Shadows swallowed his hand. They condensed, writhing, until there were two black rings adorned with what was likely supposed to be horns. Alastor offered them to her. “Your engagement rings!” He tapped his cane against the stone underneath them and said, “It would greatly please me if you could put all the rings on at the same time. To really make it feel as if all the rings have equal weight!”

Did he know about the ring in her pocket? Sometimes it seemed like he read minds. Charlie nodded. She asked, “Could you leave me alone right now? I need to think.”

“Of course! My bride should get to do whatever she pleases!” With that, Alastor sank into the shadows and slid through them and down the wall.

Charlie sighed, looking down at the two shadow rings. On impulse, she pulled out her ring and held all three of them in the palm of her hand. Her thumb traced along each one, the tips of the horns proving to be sharp.

She needed to find some of her enthusiasm. Some of her cheer. This wouldn’t stop her, or Vaggie, or anyone! Right. This…wouldn’t be bad. In fact, it might be good! Alastor would definitely stay. Charlie had been worried the last few months that he would leave. She wasn’t a fool; his pleasure came from failure, and without the entertainment as more and more succeeded at Ascending she was aware that he might leave for something that brought him more of his twisted version of joy.

She ignored the idea that she would miss him almost the most, only lower than Vaggie on the totem pole. It was a strange little thing that barely earned the right to be thought.

Now… Charlie bit her lip. Now she needed to figure out how to break this to Vaggie. And her dad.

#Chaggistor #Charlie x Vaggie x Alastor #Slowburn #for Alastor; Charlie/Vaggie is established #bananarama is a word #hazbin hotel #Romance #Asexual but not aromantic Alastor #Alastor is REALLY bad at feelings #Like really really bad

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Pad See Ew and Parking Spots

The last thing you need while sick is the equivalent of a Hangnail over.....or is it?

Another entry to the Parking Spots Universe read part 1 and part 2!

Warnings: Banter, teasing, Jake being an absolute simp, no y/n but reader's nickname is Venus

Your head felt like someone had filled it with cotton and was pressing down. Stuffed and fuzzy, the pressure on your sinuses made turning your head a labor of work.

The constant pressure on your face made it impossible to enjoy the unexpected time off from work, as watching TV was too strenuous.

Instead, you put yourself on bed rest, trying to find a comfortable spot so you could close your eyes and nap.

Just when sleep was within reach, the loud vibrations of your phone ringing pulled you out of your moment of peace.

Pushing away the used tissues and weighted blankets, you found your phone, the name of the caller lighting up.

Human Hangover.

Of course. It's like he had a sixth sense, always able to annoy you at the worst possible time.

You put the phone back in the midst of pillows, allowing it to continue to ring. Sure, you could text him, but why should you?

You were getting too close anyways.

During the last parking lesson, you actually smiled at the Men's Health poster child.

It wasn't even something you noticed yourself doing. He just looked so fucking ridiculous, blasting 'Venus' by the Bananarama in his dumb Jeep as he waited for you to walk up.

You had half a mind to turn around and shut the door. He was ridiculous, bobbing his head up and down to the music, giving you an exaggerated wink.

Had he not said anything, you wouldn't have gone the whole night not realizing what you had done.

But he was obnoxious, so naturally he had to let out a breathless wow as he leaned his head against the steering wheel with stars in those sea green eyes.

"What?" You asked, rolling your eyes as you got into the passenger seat.

"Your smile."

The worst thing was that you couldn't even muster up a sneer, an eye roll, a snarky remark.

Instead, a warm flush had overtaken your cheeks due to his statement. His stupid, corny words were having an effect on you, one that didn't give you an immediate migraine.

As fun as it was to get free dinners, have picnics on the beach, and take jabs at him, it had gone too far. You found yourself that night looking at his lips much longer than you ever intended.

So getting sick was actually perfect. You would ignore him, giving him that final push to go talk to the long list of other girls who were waiting for him. Girls that would let him into their beds, let him treat them as a hump and dump.

Sure, his patience was admirable-you truly thought after the third date-parking lesson- he would finally get the hiny. But he was just playing a long game. As soon as you'd let him in, he'd leave. Therefore, you should leave first. It was perfect.

You downed some NyQuil and put your phone on silent. A pang of guilt flared up in your chest when you saw the several missed calls.

It was for the best. The last thing you wanted, nay, the last thing you needed, was another person to remind you that you're only good enough for a fuck, not a relationship.

So you swallowed the guilt and closed your eyes, finally able to drift off to sleep.

Whether minutes or hours had gone by, you couldn't say. The loud banging on your door not only woke you up, but caused your heart rate to skyrocket and your blood to run cold.

Who the fuck…..

You had half a mind to pull the covers over your head. But something in the back of your head told you that the pounding wouldn't cease.

Using all your strength, you willed yourself out of bed, pushing away the covers and used tissues, grabbing your glasses to clear your vision. Slowly but surely, you made your way through your apartment to the entrance door.

Upon opening it, you immediately wished you had stayed in bed.

“Oh my god, you’re ok-wow, you look rough. Are you okay? Are you sick?”

“I can see why the navy kept you, your observation skills are astounding,” you deadpanned. Your reflexes were too slow, bogged down by the cold you had, allowing Hangover to prevent the door from closing on him.

“Why are you out of bed, you should be sleeping!” He said, sounding closer to your mother than his usual obnoxious self.

“I was doing that until you came,” you gritted out between your teeth.

Jake stopped dead in his tracks, “You wear glasses.”

Fuck.

Jake didn't think it was possible to find you more attractive. But you wear glasses apparently. Why don't you wear them more often?

"Yes, I also have exactly one head if you didn't know by now," you rolled your eyes, "Officer Hangover-"

"Lieutenant."

"Lieutenant Hangover, is there anything I can help you with? Because right now my priority is getting better-"

You stopped as you felt one of his hands gently press against your forehead. When did his eyes get so bright and intense? You had to look away from his stare.

"You're burning up," he murmured, his voice low and deep. God, you hated his voice. How it was smooth like whiskey, topped off with that slight drawl.

His stupidly large fingers gently grasped your chin, the cool metal of his class ring grazing your skin. Before you could comment, he titled your jaw up, forcing you to look at him and his ridiculous eyes.

"We gotta get you to bed V."

"That's what I was trying to do before you- hey!" Embarrassment flooded you as he picked you up like it was nothing. Within seconds, he was carrying you bridal style

"Put me down Seresin!" Jake couldn't help but smile at your words. Seresin. It was his last name, but you were calling him by one of his names.

Progress.

"Y-you're gonna get sick, put me down!"

"I'm in the military. I've had every vaccine known to man and then some."

You tried to jerk away from the circles his fingers were drawing on your back. Instead, your face landed right into his chest, the smell of cedar wood so strong, you could smell it faintly through your stuffed nostrils.

You pretended to gag, needing something to distract you from the fact he just picked you up so damn easily and was able to maneuver your body like it weighed nothing.

"Y'know how I can tell that you worked at Hollister? You douse yourself in that damn cologne." You mumbled against his broad chest.

Jake shrugged, "You don't complain."

He had a point, and that was the worst part.

"I-I need to sleep," you mumbled, something Jake found adorable.

"That's what I'm doing." Suddenly your back was touching your mattress. The hand Jake had on the back of your skull (when did that happen) gently guided your head to your pillow. His hands moved to your glasses, gently taking them off and placing them on your nightstand.

"How….how did you even find my bedroom? Are you stalking me?" Your weighted blanket was pulled over your chest, bringing warmth to your shivering body.

Jake chuckled, "You live in a one bedroom apartment. I'd be worried if I couldn't find your bedroom."

You knew you were ill because Crimson Chin was making sense. He needed to leave and you clearly needed more NyQuil.

A snarky comment was about to leave your lips when it was silenced by his hand gently tracing the skin on your cheek. Fuck, why was he so touchy? It was weird and you hated it, given the fluttering your stomach was currently experiencing.

"Just sleep, okay? I got ya Venus."

No, he most certainly did not. You two weren't anything, he was just some weirdo who couldn't park for shit and looked at you like he was seeing the wide open starry sky for the first time.

You were adorable sleeping. The way your lips were slightly parted, a cute little snore escaping from your mouth.

Jake could stare at you sleeping all day. He was quite tempted to, but he had other things he needed to do.

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"Hey, Venus. Wake up." When did you fall asleep? How long had it been?

Given that the sun was now setting, it couldn't have been too long, right?

Regret filled your entire being when you opened your eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" The human persona of regret and annoyance was in your fucking bedroom.

"How much NyQuil did you take?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Clearly not enough, as it didn't keep me from waking up to a nightmare."

He let out that low chuckle that made you so angry, your face heated up, "A nightmare? Most folks usually refer to me as their savior."

"It's been made pretty well known that the United States government doesn't have the greatest judgment, so I don't know why you're counting them."

Jake shrugged as he sat at the edge of your bed. It was then you noticed that he had one hand behind his back.

You reached for glasses, putting them back on. It took everything in Jake to stick to his plan and not tell you how absolutely stunning you looked.

He definitely needed to come up with a plan regarding getting you to wear your glasses more often.

"Well, I think this will change your mind," He grinned as he revealed what he was hiding behind his broad, well-defined back.

Your brows knit together in confusion as you stared at his hand. You look up at his face, then back down.

A container of Pad See Ew.

The question why forms on your tongue. It dies before it can even leave your lips, as memories of your first parking lesson flood back to you.

How could he…..better yet, why would he? Why remember such a minute detail, especially one that was a rare situation?

"I'm not going to sleep with you." Tension fills your body as you shift away from him. The air in your lungs feels constricted, almost as if part of you felt regret over your words.

It was the part of you that you had tried to squash so many times; the part that still had hopeless, naive dreams about being wanted. The part of you that always led to heartbreak whenever you followed it.

"Is that all you think I want?" His voice is soft.

Jake's not angry. If anything, he's fucking concerned because he thought that within the past month, he's made it pretty dog-gone clear he was crazy about you. That he thought the world of you.

Maybe Javy was wrong and he should have shown her the list of potential baby names he had saved on his phone. Perhaps that would have convinced you-

"Why else would you remember such a stupid detail?" You wanted to believe your anger was directed at him. But deep down, you knew it was also directed at all the jerks before him, the ones who made it impossible for you to enjoy a nice gesture.

Because it was never just to be nice.

"Because it's important and I enjoy listening to you?" It comes out as a question, though Jake's more so questioning why you find it so hard to believe that he wouldn't pay attention to you.

"I-I always remember what you say-the jokes and the non-jokes," He's trying to reassure you, but all you do is move away from him.

"You're wasting your time, Hagman. Just cut your losses now and go talk to the other girls who are dying to let you into your pants."

Your words are sour, much like the cold medicine you had taken hours ago.

"Why do you think that's all I want from you?" The tone he's using is new to you; it's not just soft, but there's a sadness that hangs around his words.

You shrug, your eyes now focused on your nails, "It's all anyone wants from me."

Jake's mind is now filled with the potential scenarios that would have led you to say such a thing, to believe such a ridiculous thing about yourself.

He has to remind himself to put down the container of food so he doesn't crush it out of anger or worse, spill it on your comforter.

"Who told you that?" You ignore his words, your brain too busy scolding you.

Why did you ever say yes to him? Why did you think you could control yourself? Stupid, stupid, stupid! You get yourself hurt every damn time.

"Hey," his hand on your shoulder breaks you out of the trance, "Who the fuck told you that?"

You jerk away at his touch. Why was he making this so damn difficult?

"No one had to tell me, I was able to figure it out pretty quickly when every attempt I've made at a relationship ends with the other person leaving me after they get bored."

Your eyes refuse to look at him; you can't. Not when memories of goodbyes over text messages and it's just not working, sorry are replaying in your head, mixed with flashbacks of nights where the loneliness was so overpowering, you cried yourself to sleep, desperate for something, anyone, to make the heartache just stop.

It was why not feeling was easier.

"Just stop wasting your time and leave me alone." There's a bitterness lacing your words as you spit them out. Your knees are brought to your chest, forcing your back to straighten.

Of course you're bitter. You dreamed about love, how great it would be to find someone to spend the rest of your life with. As a child, you didn't imagine your wedding but rather being married.

The world was cruel in the "lessons" it taught you. Not that you took them to heed, as now you were using all your willpower to not cry in front of the latest mistake.

It's an attempt to make yourself look stronger, tougher, not fragile. Jake knows it because it's what he's done so many times for God knows how long.

The front you put up is like staring at his own reflection. Deflect, make a snarky comment, and then push everyone away. No one can see that you're imperfect if no one is around.

Anger fills his body. Not at you, but at the fact he wasn't able to meet you before all those idiots filled your head with the idea that you weren't good enough. Angry that he couldn't go and beat those assholes up for making you think you weren't worthy of anyone's time.

So instead, he scoots his hand closer to you; not on your skin, but close enough to feel his presence.

"Look, I recognize I can't go and beat those assholes up for being the biggest idiots I've never even met," maybe if your thoughts hadn't consumed you, you would have chuckled at his words.

Maybe.

Jake Seresin isn't the best with words. Or emotions. Always was told they were bad (thanks Dad).

But like hell if he's going to just sit there and let you think that he doesn't think the world of you.

So, he swallows all the doubt trying to creep into his mind and is honest.

"But, I can tell ya this. I like you. A lot. Everyone on base is telling me I need to go get my head checked, but I know it's just because being with you on the ground is the closest I've felt to flying."

"And yes," he sees the way you look at him, question forming on your tongue, "I did compare being with you like flying. It's my life and I don't know…..I always thought it would just be my life and then I met you in that parking lot and you're bright and passionate and always say what's on your mind and I don't know I just....I want to do shit with you. Like take you to dinner and watch movies and bake cookies."

"You can bake?" No, that wasn't what you took away from his declaration (something you thought only was a thing in movies). But you needed more time to process what he had just said.

"Every year my mom puts on a Christmas Eve dinner and goes balls to the walls with cookies. My siblings and I always got roped into helping her, so we learned all her recipes. Of course, since I was the youngest, I mainly watched and stole spoonfuls of the dough until I was sixteen. But I can make her famous snickerdoodle cookies with my eyes closed."

It was then you noticed that when he smiled, the corners of his eyes creased.

It was endearing. Absolutely, completely endearing. His smile was comforting, like a warm fire on a winter night.

"Earl gray and lavender."

His brow knitted together in confusion; was it at your statement or that there was a small sliver of a smile when you finally looked at him?

"That's my specialty cookie," you explained as you reached for a tissue to wipe your nose, "I'll show you some time. Preferably when I'm not full of mucus and snot."

Some time. As in, you wanted to see him in the future. Show him a part of you.

"I'd like that a lot," he passed you the box of tissues.

The silence isn't uncomfortable. It's nice, serene even.

The small meow of your cat, Rugleach's way of alerting you that she was about to jump on your bed broke the quietness.

"Hey girl," Jake said to her, leaning down to scratch her chin. Your eyes widened at the sight of your cat, who hated all men, who was now purring and straining her neck to receive more pets from Jake.

Well, if that wasn't a sign.

Fuck.

"So this is the girl with more kills than me?" Jake asked, a cheeky grin adorning his handsome face.

"Yup, that's Rugleach. My protector from mice and birds," You smiled, leaning over to scratch her head, her purring being heard over your sniffles.

"You know," Jake paused, "I do have a security clearance so if you were to give me the names of those asshats , I could-"

"What, do you get a free stalking pass from the NSA?" You snorted.

"Yeah, it's part of my benefits," Jake responds, not missing a beat.

The corners of your mouth turn fully upwards and the most amazing sound comes out.

A laugh.

It's beautiful and melodic, just like you. The corners of your mouth are fully turned upwards, revealing a smile so bright and big, the corners of your eyes crease and your nose scrunches up.

Jake is thankful he's sitting down, but if he wasn't, he would have gotten on one knee and asked you to marry him right then and there.

So instead, he settles for leaning over to gently adjust your glasses that had been crooked.

"With a smile like that, why on earth would anyone let you go?"

His words combined with the tender action left you speechless, realization hitting you like a freight train.

Fuck, he was being sincere.

He was sincere the whole damn time. Ever since you first yelled at him in the parking lot.

A crumbled, used tissue hit his chest.

"Sap," you said, eyeing him with a teasing grin.

"This sap just brought you your favorite sick food. Besides," He leaned in, breath hot on your ear, "You don't seem to be complaining."

"I would never complain about Pad See Ew, Jake" you turned, hoping he couldn't feel how warm your skin was from his proximity.

It's the first time you said his name correctly. He loves it, loves the way you say it, how it rolls off your tongue so naturally. How sweet it sounds coming from your lips. How it’s your way of not just acknowledging what he said, but also how you felt about it.

He’d do anything and everything to hear you say it again.

He handed you the container, along with a pair of chopsticks. In return, you handed him the remote.

"If you put on some American military propaganda film, I'm kicking you out," You told him before taking a bite out of the dish, the noodles and sauce comforting on your throat.

Jake laughed, his hand squeezing your knee, which was a little annoying because it sent more heat through your body, "I mean, I just get really hard when Apocalypse Now comes on, can ya blame me?"

Your eyes couldn't roll back any harder, "That's a movie I've never seen and I know I'm not missing out."

"Wait, you've never seen it?" Jake's emerald eyes narrowed, concern filling them, "it's actually a great movie-not that it's my favorite, I mean, I thoroughly enjoy it but I don't get hard while watching it-"

He was rambling. Gone was the cocky pilot and instead was a guy who looked downright nervous.

You loved it.

"If I weren't so sick, I'd kiss you right now," his lips parted, though no words came out, "You should ramble more often Hangover, it's a good look on you," no attempt was made to hide your smirk at his reddening cheeks.

Jake sees this and it was ridiculously hot but also somehow totally adorable, probably due to the way the tip of your nose was so red from blowing into tissues and he just couldn't help himself.

A hand cradled half of your jaw, tilting your head up, making your lips in the perfect position for Jake Hangover Hangnail Hangman Seresin to kiss you.

You moved your lips against his, as best as you could when holding chopsticks and a plastic container.

His lips were like electricity, coursing through your veins. Your body was frozen, but not due to panic (which was the usual reason).

With anyone else, you would have been pissed that they thought kissing you while you were sick was a good idea. But with Jake….you didn't just expect it, you didn't mind it?

Yeah, you….didn't mind it at all.

Unfortunately, having a stuffy nose made breathing quite difficult, which is why you had to break away.

"You taste like Pad See Ew and NyQuil," Jake commented before pressing his lips against your right cheek. It would have to suffice while air returned to your lungs.

A laugh escaped your lips, "What did you expect? Again, you really should look into suing the government for all the brain cells you lost while in-what's it called? Grid lock?"

"So you do listen to me!"

"Can you not remind me of my mistakes? Thanks," you deadpanned, not minding the chuckle he let out. His lips pressed against your forehead, bringing a small smile to your face.

"Also, if you get sick, you can't blame me. Nor will I feel as inclined to bring you Mac and Cheese," you added before taking another bite of your food.

"I don't ever get sick," He scoffed, making you roll your eyes as you adjusted your glasses.

"That is exactly what someone says before they get deathly ill. I'm not going to figure out parking in a government military base. We're not there yet."

"So what you're saying," he leaned in, his breath once again on your ear and God, he needed to stop doing that or else you will kiss him again and will double his chances of falling ill, "We will get there?"

"You still need to learn how to park, Romeo," you paused, "speaking of which, you parked in the visitor lot, right?"

"No, that's too far away from your building. I just parked in front and hung up my work tag," Jake explained, as if that was the most sensible thing in the world.

"Jake….you can't….you have to park in the visitor's lot or else your car gets towed."

"V, they're not gonna tow someone who clearly works for the military."

"How much ya wanna bet?"

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Like Real People Do: Chapter 1

You are the new girl at Hawkins High for your junior year. As a stereotypical "goody goody", you've been focused on friends, studies, and getting into college...so when you become friends with Eddie Munson, it completely throws a wrench in your system. But, sometimes, that can be a very, very good thing. (slow burn strangers to friends to lovers)

This is "Like Real People Do: Chapter 1"

Pairings: Eddie x AFAB reader (for continuity sake, you will have a name because I truly hate writing "y/n" it gives me hives, but it won't be prevalent enough to be distracting)

Warnings: swearing. every chapter will have their own warnings - eventually, their will be fluff, angst, smut. THIS ENTIRE SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.64k

A/N: My Eddie obsession will never leave me, apparently lol. Some of the plot will be out of order from the show - I'm not quite sure if I want to incorporate the Upside Down stuff just yet. Graphic made by me, I do not give permission for it (or this series) to be shared without my knowledge.

The end-of-summer breeze was light, running through the open window of your car. You had your arm extended out the driver window, lightly tapping the outside of the door as you drove slowly down the road where Hawkins High School was located. The closer you got, the more the butterflies fluttered in your stomach, bouncing off of the walls and causing you to breathe out shaky breaths every 10 seconds (approximately).

Bananarama’s “Venus” was playing through the speaker of the sound system in your car – normally, you’d be singing along, your toes tapping along to the beat. But instead, you felt like you were driving into something awful – a battle, or a funeral, perhaps.

Which, if you think about it, is probably the exact opposite place that you should be listening to Bananarama’s “Venus”.

As you turned the corner, you saw kids from both the high school and close by middle school mingling outside, in the parking lot. It seemed that everyone – except for you – had First Day of School™ smiles plastered on their faces, which only added to your growing pit of nerves. Slowly, you maneuvered into your assigned parking spot – lucky 31 – and parked the car, rolling up the window and turning down the music. You let out a shaky breath and gripped the steering wheel so hard, your knuckles turned white.

“It is your first day of school,” You reminded yourself, trying hard not to look at the people walking around your car abstinent-mindedly, chatting to their friends about what they did over summer vacation. You felt a pang of sadness as you yearned for your best friends back home – this past summer was the first summer in high school you three didn’t work together at the local Dairy Queen, and even though you hated that job, you missed them so much sometimes your heart hurt.

Shaking the sadness out of your quickly, you looked ahead and started again, “It’s your first day of school. It is your first day of school – you are not about to enter a Roman Coliseum to fight a caged tiger.” Accidentally, you made eye contact with a boy walking past the car, who squinted his eyes at you in confusion.

Although you feel like you’re surrounded by caged tigers… You thought, expelling another shaky breath. Were you sure that boy wasn’t a caged tiger? Because he sure was making you feel like it.

“It’s your first day of school,” You whispered again, checking your watch. 10 minutes until you had to meet the principal in their office to get the grand tour and your class schedule. “It’s your first day of school, and you’re going to kick ass. It’s nothing to be scared of.” You watched another person make a face at you while they walked by.

Okay, time to stop talking to yourself in the car.

You grabbed your backpack and opened the door, your knees feeling slightly like Jello. Locking the door behind you, you made your way through the front door of the building. According to the packet that came in the mail a few week’s prior, the principal’s office was almost directly next to the entrance, to the right.

Turning to the right, you saw the front office, with the sign “Hawkins High Front Office” plastered at the top of the doorway.

Okay. That wasn’t so hard.

Progress.

You stepped in, stepping into the small line that had already formed at the receptionist’s desk. Taking in your surroundings, you heard multiple phones ringing, and multiple conversations happening at once.

School wasn’t hard for you – in fact, you actually loved school. Known as a Goody-Goody at your last school, you were interested in homework, and getting good grades. In your junior year and on the fast track to a big university, possibly on the East Coast, you wanted to study psychology to become a therapist.

So, school definitely wasn’t hard for you. What was hard was moving to a new state due to your dad’s new job, and having to start school smack dab in the middle of your high school career. Being 550 miles away from everything you had ever known was tough – doing it at 17-years-old was even worse.

“Miss?” The receptionist said, pulling you back to reality. You snapped your head forward and saw that she was smiling politely, but definitely impatiently. You blushed as you stepped forward, being next in line. “How can I help you?” She asked as you stepped up. She had thick glasses and lipstick had already stained her teeth, even though it was only 7:00 in the morning. She tapped her pencil against the desk as she waited for your response.

“Oh, hi,” You said, subconsciously running your tongue over your teeth, “Um, today is my first day…I transferred in. And I was told to be here now to meet with the principal –”

“Brooke Henway?” The receptionist interrupted. You nodded. Quickly, she waved her hand as if to say come on, “This way. Principal Higgins is in his office and will be waiting for you. Have a great first day.” She knocked on a door marked “Principal Higgins” on a gold plaque, the entire sentence a monotone run-on. Offering a strained smile to you, she scooted back to her desk, shouting, “WHO’S NEXT?!”

You sighed heavily and re-adjusted your backpack, shoving your hands in your jeans pockets. Rocking on your heels, you reminded yourself that no matter how large and scary it felt, this was just a high school, and not a Roman Coliseum.

This was going to be a long year.

Shutting the door to your locker, you felt exhausted. The first day of school wasn’t bad – people here were actually pretty nice, and it seemed like you would be able to keep up in your classes fairly easy. But a first day of school would be tiring anyway…adding on that it was a first day at a new school, and you were downright asleep with your eyes open.

You were just about to make your way to your car – home at last! – when all of the sudden, what sounded like a heard of buffalo made its way down the seemingly empty hallway. You turned to face the noise at the end of the hallway, and a group of rowdy boys turned the corner, laughing and shouting about something that made them so excited, they seemed to be breaking the sound barrier. Something told you hang back a second, so you decided to wait until they passed to head out to the parking lot.

The group consisted of what seemed like various grades – definitely a few freshmen, but some seemed older. A few were wearing shirts that boasted “HELLFIRE CLUB” on them, and they seemed like a rag-tag group. One boy with longer, curly, brown hair and a leather jacket, made eye contact with you while he was smiling at one of the younger looking boys. For a split second, you both maintained eye contact as the group passed by you, and you felt a little jolt in your tummy.

Okay…he’s kinda hot. You thought, a smiling threatening to break through on your lips. Even though he wasn’t technically smiling at you, he seemed nice.

Or, at least funny since he was making the rest of the boys around him howl with laughter.

As soon as they passed, Long Curly Hair Boy shoved his hand in his back pocket, causing whatever was in there to tip out, scattering on the ground. They sounded plastic by the sound of the pink pink! noise they made as they fell on the linoleum, but they group didn’t hear over their conversation. You stepped to them, snatching them in your hand.

Looking down at them, they seemed like dice, except there was way too many sides. Inquisitively, you investigated them, turning them over with your finger. The dice themselves were a cool, swirly black and maroon color, while the numbers on them were a metallic gold.

Suddenly, you remembered these cool, weird dice were not, in fact, yours.

“Hey! Excuse me?” You shouted, jogging to catch up with the group. At first, they didn’t hear you, so you shouted again. “Heyyyyy! Hey!”

Almost as one organism, they all turned at the same time (and weirdly, in the same direction). Long Curly Hair Boy had his arm around two of the younger guys – Smaller Long Curly Hair Boy, and Tall And Lanky Looking Boy – affectionately. You locked eyes again and he widened his smile.

“Yesssss? Can I help you?” He asked in a playful tone. You extended your hand, flattening your palm to show off the dice.

“You dropped these.”

He looked at the dice and one of the boys whistled. Quickly looking back up to you with appreciation, he quickly took the dice and put them in his back pocket, “Geeze, thanks. Can’t believe I would’ve left those. They were custom made…” He looked back at you and tiled his head, “…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

You smiled, “Because you haven’t. I’m new…moved here this summer. Today was my first day,” You offered, but then remembered that today was everyone’s first day, “Well I mean, like here. In Hawkins.”

Long Curly Hair Boy chuckled and nodded, “No, I got what you meant. Well, welcome to the exotic and exciting Hawkins, Indiana! I’m Eddie,” He introduced the rest of the gang (Smaller Long Curly Hair Boy was actually named Dustin, and Tall and Lanky Looking Boy was actually named Mike).

“I’m Brooke,” You said after they were done. There was a moment of silence after pleasantries were exchanged and you raised your eyebrows, “Welp…I better get home. Even though it’s only the first day, I have like, 100 pages of reading for English, so…” You jabbed your thumb in the direction of the parking lot, your voice trailing off.

“Right, right. Well, we better go too…” Eddie started, crossing and uncrossing his arms, “Thanks again for saving my butt with my dice back there…and see you around.” He smiled again and the group said their goodbyes, walking away collectively as one organism again. You chuckled watching them leave.

Teenage boys are so fucking weird.

You headed out to the parking lot and got into your car. As you turned the radio up and rolled down your window, you found yourself smiling.

Yeah…maybe the first day wasn’t so bad.

Something about the new girl had thrown Eddie’s head for a minor tailspin.

Sure, he had only talked to her for like, 30 seconds. And sure, it wasn’t flirty by any means. But there was something about her…was it her smile? Or the way her hair was shining in the afternoon sunlight? Or maybe it was, even with such little conversation, Eddie could tell she was really nice – a “kind soul” was what he had heard it described as.

Jesus Christ, he knew this girl for all of two minutes and he was already waxing poetic.

Thankfully, he was able to shake the thoughts of her off as he focused back on the main thing he should be focusing on after the first day of school.

His new Dungeons and Dragons campaign.

Quickly scribbling ideas down, he worked through some new thoughts he had conjured up in third period. Smiling as he did so – he had a feeling Henderson would love the new direction he was taking it – he bobbed his head to the Iron Maiden tape playing in his stereo next to him. Thankful for the new, freshmen recruits he had met earlier in the summer, he hadn’t been so excited for a campaign in a long time – and this Friday, they were going to have their first, official Hellfire meeting of the school year.

“EDDIE,” Wayne screamed over his music, knocking on his door, “PHONE FOR YOU.”

“THANKS.” Eddie replied, not looking up as he shut the music off. He snagged the phone in his room out of its cradle, “Y-ello?”

“So she was really hot, right?” Dustin’s voice rang through the phone and Eddie heard Wayne’s chuckle as he hung up the other phone in the kitchen. Embarrassed, Eddie rolled his eyes, even though Dustin couldn’t see him.

“What?”

“I said, ‘she was really hot, right’?”

“No, Dustin, I heard you, but what the hell are you talking about?”

“The new girl!” Dustin groaned, “The new girl is pretty cute! You know exactly who I’m talking about!”

“Dustin…” Eddie sighed, rubbing his forehead in between his eyebrows, “I don’t even remember her name -”

“Yes, you do.”

Yes, I do.

“Whatever. Point is, who cares?”

“Who cares?! Us…we should care!” Dustin sounded exhausted already, “She’s a new girl – a new, hot, girl – and she was nice to us! On the first day! Do you know what that means?!”

“…no?”

“It means, genius, that we could get our high school credibility up! She doesn’t know that we’re the freaks of the school – yet – and she was nice to us! That combo means that we could have a pretty girl as a friend, thus making us cool!”

“Dustin…” Eddie winced internally at the word “freak”, “I don’t care about my credibility in this dumb town.”

“Well, it’ll make our lives easier! My whole life, I was thrown into lockers because I’m a nerd with new teeth basically every other year…if we have pretty, nice girl as a friend, that could change! We’ll still be nerds -”

“But with a pretty, nice friend?” Eddie finished, basically checking out of the conversation.

“Exactly!” Dustin shouted excited.

“Okay, Henderson, I’m going to hang up the phone now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ugh, okay fine. But just think about it, okay?!”

“Yeah, sure, bye.” Eddie rushed to hang up the phone, the idea of talking any more about Brooke making him sweat a little bit. He sighed, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders, before he turned his stereo on again.

But even with the pen in his hand, and music playing in his room, Eddie still couldn’t concentrate on his campaign, and tried shake the thought of you. He didn’t need to have a “nice, pretty friend” because he truly didn’t care, but it would be nice to have you as a friend.

Or at least, he thought.

Maybe “this will be my year” would take on a whole new meaning now.

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A/N: thanks so much for reading, y’all! I have Eddie Munson brainrot right now, so even though I have oneshots AND another multi-chapter fic I’m working on, I guess my brain also decided I needed to write this one too lol. As always, your likes, reblogs, and comments mean the world to me, so they’re greatly appreciated! Let me know what you think!

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lovers that bless the dark

prompt: fall (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rating: t word count: 734 tags: meet-cute, love at first sight, fluff, and one very cute dog 🍂🥰 title from "autumn in new york" by billie holiday because i am cliché

It happens on a Saturday afternoon in the park, when the air is crisp and the sun is golden and the leaves are swirling on the path underfoot. There’s a saxophone playing in the background and there are kids running through the field to their left, and in front of the fountain, Steve Harrington is meeting the love of his life.

It happens all at once, without anything to tell him it’s happening. Just – a dog breaking free from a leash and a frazzled owner chasing after it and paws crashing into his chest and nearly knocking him back into the cold water from where he sits perched on the stone ledge.

He catches himself with a hand braced on the dog’s back, fingers pushing into shaggy black fur, and he looks up when he hears a shout.

“Sorry!” the man is yelling as he hurries over. He looks exactly like his dog: long dark hair, big brown eyes, slightly flustered and very uncoordinated. “Shit, sorry, he doesn’t normally do that.”

“What, tackle people?” Steve asks, because – honestly.

“Yeah,” the guy says. He laughs, a little awkward, a little apologetic. He reclips the dog’s leash and tugs him out of Steve’s lap. “Or – you know, run away in general.”

Steve looks up from where he’s brushing loose hair and pieces of dried leaves off his jeans. 

“This is Ban,” the man says belatedly, nodding at the dog. “He’s also very sorry.”

Steve frowns a little as he reaches down to scratch the top of the dog’s head, and the dog lurches forward eagerly, nose pressing into his knee.

“Hi, Van. You’re forgiven.”

“With a B,” the man says. “Ban. It’s short for Bananarama.”

“You –” Steve laughs, squinting up at the man through the flare of afternoon sunlight. “You named your dog Bananarama? Do you have a cat named George Michael?”

“John Mellencamp, actually,” he says. “I call him Mel.”

And Steve can’t actually tell if the guy’s joking or not, but he’s smiling, big and wide and endearing, and Steve feels something take flight in his chest, warm and soft and comforting as a mug of hot cider. 

(This is the falling in love at first sight part, and looking back on it, he’ll know; in the moment, he knows nothing other than wanting to be closer and closer and closer to that feeling.)

“I’m Steve,” he says, and then he dips his head down to pretend he was directing it at the dog. “It’s nice to meet you, Bananarama.”

The man makes a small noise of mock outrage and tugs on Ban’s leash. “I can’t believe you just full-named my dog.”

“Well, he is technically in trouble,” Steve says. He scratches Ban under the chin. “For the jumping and the running away and the almost knocking me into dirty fountain water.”

He watches the guy’s face twitch, eyebrows skating up toward his hairline as he lets out a little laugh, which Steve returns. He realizes belatedly that he’s been smiling through this entire interaction, enough that his face hurts with it a little, and he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. 

“The fountain is clean, actually,” the man says. “We just did a community clean-up day last weekend, so.”

“Oh, well in that case,” Steve says. He tucks the book he’d been reading back into his bag. “I guess I have nothing to complain about. Who wouldn’t want to be knocked into a clean fountain when it’s fifty degrees out.”

“Exactly,” the man says. Then, as if he’s only just remembered – “I’m Eddie. By the way.”

(And this moment, the one where he reaches down to help Steve up, and Steve’s hand slides into his for the first time: this will enter their relationship lore, along with the dog and the book and the fountain and the park itself. It will become one of those things they tell their kids fifteen years from now – he grabbed my hand, and I just knew, just like that . And he does know, sort of: he knows that Eddie’s fingers are calloused, and that makes him curious; he knows that his skin is warm, and that makes him linger; he knows that they fit together, and that makes him want to hold on.)

“Hi, Eddie.” He smiles, pulling his bag onto his shoulder. “Want to buy me a coffee?”

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18 | chapter one

summary: although you want to escape hawkins the best you can do is ride your bike at dawn and flirt with mysterious boys that chase you with their camaros.

warnings: sexual tension?

listen to: Venus - Bananarama | Killer Queen - Queen (playlist here)

word count: 1.6k

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You caught the roar of the Camaro, even between the wind and the roar of your own bike, and you turned around slightly to see the driver of the Camaro getting closer to you. You didn’t manage to see his face well but by how he was trying to catch up to you, you decided to go a little bit faster. 

You smirked as you moved your hand and the engine roared even louder, you laughed and smirked at the thought of leaving the Camaro behind but as soon as you did it, you heard his engine as well. You turned towards the Camaro for a second, it was closer than before, and now you could see the driver’s eyes. 

They were electric blue. 

You turned around once again and increased your speed but as you did it, you realized that you were closer than you’d thought to the street that you had to take, before even thinking about it you twisted your motorcycle into a sharp right. 

The rubber of the wheels screamed against the pavement and white smoke appeared in the already foggy street as you commanded your bike to go to the right at an almost ninety-degree angle, the tail of the bike turned even a little bit more than what you expected and it dragged you until you took a one-eighty degrees turn, you were facing the other way. 

Billy cursed loudly as he tried to stop but wasn’t able to as he caught your movements. Instead, he continued to drive on the road and as he turned his head towards, you, you rapidly winked at him through your helmet before he was already driving off. 

You smirked.

You liked to drive alone in the dawn, it was one of the only moments in your life when you actually felt free and happy. You like that you couldn’t hear anything but the wind or your music if you chose to listen to your walkman, you liked to be alone, you liked to feel the adrenaline pumping through your body as you increase your speed on an empty street, you liked to feel as if your heart was going to pop because of how fast you were going. 

Clearly, in such an empty town, you liked to believe that you had more time to hit the road as fast as you would like. It was a strange feeling, the one you had felt when you’d arrived at Hawkins, before coming you felt burning tears falling from your cheeks as your stepfather actually broke the news, you had to leave Chicago and go to Hawkins. It was a nightmare if you were being honest and you tried to collect as much money as you could in order to actually pay rent and stay in Chicago with your little sister, but after commenting it to him and him screaming that things got done when he said they got done, let you know that there was no way you were going to be left behind with your sister. 

It truly had been more of a desperate measure. 

And yet, as you finally crossed the threshold that separated Hawkins from the rest of the world, you felt strangely okay. The world looked brisk and vast and unknown, and it made you shiver. Not because of the perceived coldness that you were feeling but because you felt like you were coming to something more as if you were starting something. 

And it completely and utterly terrified you. 

This was also partly why you were waking up so early and leaving to ride; you couldn’t sleep for some reason and you hoped that maybe once you returned you would be able to catch at least an hour of sleep. 

At least if you hurried but then, before pressing the accelerator, you heard a voice. 

“Enjoying your victory lap?” 

You jumped as you snapped your head towards him. If you were being honest, you would’ve lied if you didn’t feel something when your eyes met his. If you had imagined what someone would look like if the sea and sun had reincarnated in one person, it would be the guy inside of the Camaro. He had a glowing tan, the type of tan that let you know he had spent most of his life on the beach, the type of tan that just certain people would reach and you could’ve sworn that if you got a bit closer to him, you would’ve been able to feel the heat irradiating from him. Moreover, he had his hair styled in a mullet and although not many people could wear one, he indeed knew how to wear it; especially, by the way, his curls would fall on his forehead, decorating the deep deep electric blue eyes that he had, the type of eyes that could pierce you every time they fell on you. 

He wasn’t from Hawkins, you knew it right away. 

Billy smirked after you didn’t answer, instead choosing to ogle him even with the big helmet on. “You know, I was actually worried for a second?” he asked once more, as he hoped he could see more of your face if you just looked at him the right way. 

You could tell he was interested so you stop your bike and took your helmet slowly before combing your hair with your hands and answering him, he stopped the Camaro too.  

Billy got awe-struck for a second, you looked like heaven to him. He watched your legs as they were draped on the motorcycle in that tiny skirt and your y/h/c that fell on your shoulders while you smirked at him. Billy’s heart felt like it was going to explode especially by your demeanor and how confident you seem. 

“Really? It seemed that you were upset about that Camaro not having enough stamina,”

Billy got offended for a second, but then he watched you, he watched the way your mouth turned into a small side smirk and the long agonizing look that you were giving him. 

God, he thought as he licked his lips while smiling, he knew he was down bad if he didn’t meet you. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he explained, almost in a gentleman-like kinda way. It was almost because of the way he was looking at you, it wasn’t the way to look at a lady that he barely knew, he was undressing you with his eyes.  “Does your parents know you are out at this time?”

You stiffened at his remark while frowning. 

“I have no parents,” you answered nonchalantly before starting your bike again. 

“Oh,” Billy muttered, unsure of how to follow up that answer but he was resilient. “So you are lost,”

“I’m not lost either,” you grumbled as you rode your bike slowly, Billy catching up behind you. “I’m going to Oakland street,”

Billy knew the people who lived in Oakland street, they were well-off which wasn’t something that you looked like or that you acted like as Billy met you. Oakland girls were the type of girls that were on the cheerleading squad, dating the football quarterback, the type of girl who gave blowjobs and let his boyfriend eat her out and telling herself it wasn’t sex yet before going to church on Sunday. 

He knew the type because he had already slept with the type. 

“Oakland? Well,” Billy said with a scoff as he looked at you with a glimpse of mocking in his eyes. 

You frowned. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied fast while you rolled your eyes. 

“I appreciate your attention but I’m okay, plus…” you said, trying to see if you actually cared about how you phrased the other words but it seemed like you didn’t have it in for you to care.  “You seem like trouble,”

“I look like trouble?”

“Yeah, those eyes, that cigarette, opened shirt…” you said as you pointed at him while Billy smiled wickedly at you. “Very player from you,” you said softly with a smirk. “And no one should see me with someone who looks like trouble,” you finished while Billy just seemed more and more interested in what you had to say. 

“Oh, I’ll keep your secret,” he answered politely. 

“How grateful I am,”

Billy laughed and shook his head.“Losing races to strange girls at dawn it’s enough gift for me,”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Right,” you muttered. 

There was a beat of silence before you looked at each other again and Billy stared at you from your toes to your eyes. 

“Just so you know, you look like trouble too,” Billy added and you laughed. 

He liked your laugh. 

“You know what? I might be,” you answered with a shrug.

“I like that,” Billy replied before he was opening the door to the Camaro and left it like that in the middle of the street as the sun rose. You caught your breath as he stood in front of you, closer than you expected it and close enough for you to smell him. 

He smelled like the sea. 

“So, since you know, you won the race,” he muttered as you snap your thoughts and looked up at him. 

“Aha,” 

“You should receive a prize,” he added with the most mischievous gaze you believe someone had ever given you, his eyes gleaming with something that you knew already but you liked to play along with. 

“And what would that be?” you asked while you gazed at him through your lashes. 

“A kiss,” he finally muttered before he gave another step towards you and he began to lean in. 

If you were just passing by, you might’ve even considered the chance but this was going to be your place for at least a year before you could escape and you couldn’t mess it up.

You couldn’t mess up the chance you had. 

And so you place a hand on Billy’s chest and you chuckled softly. 

“You know what?” you asked him, raising yourself a bit, just close enough for you to feel his breath as you looked at him straight into those electric blue eyes “You should really really get lost,”

It was the last thing you said before you were putting on your helmet and driving away.

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washing machine heart | part 10

"I know who you pretend I am."

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synopsis: | You're absolutely infatuated with Stan Marsh and have even started dating him! It should be a dream come true, but the truth is, he's only with you to make Wendy Testaburger jealous. To help you work through your emotions, you turn to Kenny McCormick, your best friend.

pairings: | kenny mccormick x fem! reader ; stan marsh x fem! reader ; wendy testaburger x stan marsh

cws: | angst, drug use/drug mentions, explicit language, sexual content, unrequited love, mental health themes / sh, violence

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It had been about a week since your whole world had come crashing down. Saddened by your recent heartbreak, you were progressively redirecting yourself with other hobbies, such as baking and singing your heart out.

As the sweet melodies of your mother's old iPod filled the air, you couldn't help but wonder how it was still working after all these years. The tunes reverberated through the cozy living room and kitchen, amplified by the trusty stereo that had been a fixture in the house for years. The music was a mix of 80s, 90s, and early 2000s music, which you didn’t mind. As those old songs filled your ears, a wave of nostalgia washed over you, reminding you of the countless hours spent listening to them with your Mother while growing up. 

At the moment, "Cruel Summer" by Bananarama was your jam, and every time you cranked up the volume, you sang out the words with all your might, even occasionally restarting the song before it ended. Along with it, you loudly and wildly sang along to some Backstreet Boys. In all honesty, it was enjoyable and, in a strange way, helpful.

As you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, you carefully mixed the cheesecake batter. Just as you hit the high note of your favorite song, your phone chimed, interrupting your impromptu kitchen concert. As the familiar chime of your phone echoed through the room, a grin spread across your face. With your bowl still cradled in your arms, you couldn't resist stealing a quick glance at the screen.

It was Wendy's group chat that she asked you to join. You were thrilled as hell.

If anything good had come out of your recent breakup, it was that you had finally made some new friends. Ones that hung out and did girly stuff! Those childhood pursuits you regret not devoting more time to.

For the past few lunchtimes, you've had the privilege of joining their circle, delighting in their juicy gossip, and chiming in with your own relevant contributions. Your heart would flutter with excitement whenever they inquired about you, loving the fact that they valued your presence enough to seek out more information. You felt loved and wanted, and you wanted that sensation forever.

As you perused through your text alerts, your eyes caught a glimpse of Bebe's message announcing a slumber party at her place tonight and… You were invited! A spark ignited in your eyes as you gently placed your bowl of batter on the counter. You then jumped up with a burst of excitement and let out a delightful squeak of joy. Holy crap! You were about to have your very first sleepover! You needed to get ready!

Oh, but first… You needed to finish with your baking. Ah! Maybe you'd want to share some of the baked goods you've created with the group... A rosy hue spread across your cheeks as the idea crossed your mind, making you feel a touch shy. Would that be too much? 

As your mind raced with a million different ideas, a sudden knock at your kitchen window jolted you back to reality. As you glanced over, Kenny greeted you with a friendly wave and a silly grin on his face. As your gaze met his, you couldn't help but notice the gap in his smile, and a surge of guilt flooded your heart.

With a friendly wave in return, you hurried to the entrance and swung open the door to welcome him in.

“Hey! What’re you doing here?”

“Just popped over to visit my favorite girl~” With a grin on his face, Kenny hugged you tightly, eliciting a joyful chuckle from your lips.

“Geez you! I gotta finish baking, I have a sleepover I’m going to!” Your eyes twinkled with delight as you spoke with Kenny, beaming a radiant smile his way. He patted your head, but his lips curled up in a little pout.

“You’re always so busy now, Princess. You never have time for me, I’m gonna start getting jealous.” 

A playful inflection colored his words, revealing his humorous intent. You gracefully separated yourself from his grasp and headed over to the kitchen counter, resuming your meticulous cheesecake preparations.

“Sorry, Ken! It’s just, it’s been a lot lately and I’m really enjoying my time with them!”

With a grin on his face, Kenny strolled towards the kitchen table and settled himself down, his gaze fixed on you with a gentle warmth.

“I know, babe. I’m glad you’re doing better.”

With a gentle sigh, he leaned forward and let his arms find solace on the sturdy table. His head followed suit, nestling into the comfort of his arms as his unwavering gaze remained fixed on you.

Humming along to the music that filled the air, you gracefully poured the batter into the dish, carefully placing it in the fridge. A contented grin spread across your face as you eagerly awaited the outcome of your no-bake cheesecake after it had been left to chill. With a swift motion, you snatched a muffin from the counter and presented it to Kenny, placing it with care on the table before him.

Then, with an eyebrow lifted, he picked up the muffin and began to snack on it.

“I made it. Is it any good?”

“Tastes good to me. What’d you do? Poison it?” He laughed.

“No… Just wondering if it was good enough for me to bring to the sleepover. Or is that weird?”

“I think they’d like it… Or you could just leave them all for me~”

You shared a grin with Kenny as you both sat at the kitchen table. “I’ll make you your own batch. Oh, that reminds me. You and Karen should come over for dinner soon. My parents still aren’t back and I’m getting pretty lonely here without my lil’ sister around.”

Kenny's face lit up with a bright smile as he gave a nod of approval, savoring the last crumbs of his tasty muffin and playfully licking his fingertips. “Definitely. She’d love that.”

The two of you chatted a little more and listened to music together before he left and you began to get ready for your big slumber party.

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Summoning all your bravery, you knocked on Bebe's door with a resounding thud. You took a long, anticipatory inhale, holding it in as you waited for her to answer. You could hear a commotion inside and suddenly, the door burst open and she stood before you, beaming with a bright smile, inviting you inside to join the rest of the girls.

You set your belongings down and presented your homemade muffins to the group. The girls eagerly snatched them up, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they took their first bites. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you watched them enjoy your baking. 

Thank god.

“Wow! You’re really good at baking, [Name]!” Wendy spoke out as she finished her snack and smiled at you.

“Yeah! Damn, we should’ve invited you a long time ago!” A chuckle escaped Bebe's lips, causing the other girls to shoot her a disapproving glance.

Your lips curled up in a shy smile as you nervously tugged at the hem of your sweater.

“I only just started doing it recently. It’s pretty easy. I bet we could all make something together sometime.” 

“God you’re cute.” With a mischievous grin, Bebe enveloped you in a warm hug while you all lounged on the carpet. Your cheeks turned a rosy hue involuntarily from the interaction. 

“Isn’t she?! I just wanna eat her up.” With a playful twinkle in their eyes, Red and Heidi beckoned you over to join them, leaving poor Bebe behind. As you settled in next to them, their infectious giggles filled the air.

With a smile on her face, Wendy simply shook her head in amusement. “You guys are gonna scare her. [Name], I promise you, they’re not usually this flirty.”

You just giggled, enjoying the attention. 

The night flew by. The group indulged in a fun-filled evening of nail painting, hair braiding, and spine-chilling horror flicks. Occasionally snacking on chips and popcorn. It lived up to every expectation you had envisioned. The only missing pieces to complete the picture-perfect scene were a thrilling game of Truth or Dare and a sexy pillow fight, just like the ones you’d see in the movies.

“So.” 

As you sat comfortably, Bebe's quick fingers weaved through your hair, creating a beautiful braid while Heidi sat across from you, expertly painting your nails with a vibrant shade of red. 

“Have you dated anyone else? Besides Stan?”

All eyes in the room swiveled in your direction, their shared curiosity apparent as they anticipated your response. 

“N-No. Stan is the only guy.” Your voice was a mere whisper as if you were sharing a secret that made you blush. You felt a bit inferior in comparison since you were certain that they had all dated multiple people.

“Really? Not even Kenny?” With a gasp, Red eagerly shoveled handfuls of popcorn into her mouth.

“No… Kenny’s just my friend.”

A burst of giggles erupted from Bebe's lips, quickly spreading throughout the rest of the group with contagious laughter.

“Mhm, girl. Sure. We all got a guy who’s just a friend.” She teased.

“Yeah! Like Red and Kevin.” Heidi giggled.

“Yeah?! What about you and Kyle?! Or is it Eric again?” Red let out a playful huff and stuck her tongue out at Heidi, who responded with a dramatic gasp of mock surprise.

“I’m obviously “just friends” with Clyde.” A delicate giggle escaped Bebe's lips, and a rosy tint painted her cheeks as she uttered her words. “And Wendy-” She paused.

A timid smile spread across Wendy's face as she offered a sheepish shrug. “Um… Tolkien is cute.” 

You were well aware that the mere mention of Stan's name in your presence was a taboo subject, but you didn't mind it one bit. You were now her friend, regardless of whether she had love for him still. If you had to, you'd do your hardest to suppress your feelings for Stan, for her.

“But for real? You and Kenny have never dated?” With a swift maneuver, Heidi steered the topic away from the potentially uncomfortable subject of your current situation with Stan.

“Nope. I mean, I’ve never really thought about it. Or him, like that… I guess…” You paused, deep in thought, your finger lightly touching your chin.

“Seriously?! He’s totally into you!” Bebe exclaimed, her hand shaking you as she clutched onto your shoulder in astonishment.

“H-He is?” 

“Yes!” The group shouted in unison.

Your mind was blown by this unexpected information. The idea of Kenny harboring romantic feelings for you had never crossed your mind. His charming and adorable nature made him naturally inclined to be touchy and flirty with everyone he met. He treated you the same way he treated his other friends. You didn't know what to make of this and were left puzzled. 

“But.” You started. “There’s no way. He hasn’t tried anything, and it’s Kenny. I know him!”

“You have so much to learn.” With a wide smile on her face, Wendy chuckled heartily.

At that moment, like fate was just there to fuck with you, there was a tapping on Bebe’s bedroom window. 

A sudden burst of laughter filled the air as the girls couldn't contain their excitement. They hushed each other, eager to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside. Red, the brave one, took the lead and cautiously peeked through the curtains. With a fit of giggles, she withdrew and nestled back into the group of girls.

“So… The guys are outside and they’re throwing fucking rocks at the window.” 

“Oh my god, if they break the glass I’ll kill them!��� Bebe yelled and ran to the window, where she tore open the curtains.

From the ground, Stan's crew and Craig's crew eagerly waved up at Bebe, who stood tall above them. As the other ladies scampered towards the window, you hesitantly trailed behind, cautiously peering out. In an instant, your eyes locked with Kenny's, causing a pink shade to bloom across your cheeks. As you averted your gaze, your eyes caught a glimpse of Stan standing beneath you, and a pang of pain shot through your chest. Shit.

“Hey, you stupid bitches!” The grating tone of Eric's voice reverberated with great force throughout the entire neighborhood.

“Tolkien’s parents aren’t home tonight, we're all gonna hang out there!” With a grin stretching from ear to ear, Clyde's palms cradled his cheeks as he projected his words toward the window.

A burst of joyous giggles escaped Bebe's lips. “We’ll be there! Just give us a few minutes to get ready!”

With a slight tug, she drew the curtain shut and closed the window with a soft click. “Change of plans ladies. We’re gonna go party.”

The unexpected turn your night had taken made your stomach start to flip.

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #lulu works

[retropopcult]

Bananarama out with Robert De Niro, 1984.

The band had come out with a song “Robert De Niro’s Waiting...” (about a girl who has a fantasy world that the actor is her boyfriend) earlier in the year and got word that he wanted to meet them.  According to Bananarama, they “had a few drinks before” the encounter “to build up their courage”.

Side note: the song was originally going to be titled "Al Pacino's Waiting" before the girls decided that "Robert de Niro" sounded better.

#Siobhan Fahey #Sara Dallin #Keren Woodward #1980s #Robert De Niro's Waiting

[beeblelady]

Catrina Alice Covey (Kayson's Listener)

Full Name: Catrina Alice Covey

Nickname(s): Allie, Caty, Trina, Covey, Prefect, Babe (By Kayson)

Birthday: November 12 / Scorpio

Age: 20

Birthplace: Conifer, Colorado

Parents Names: Howard and Rita Covey

Parents Occupation: Howard (Photographer), Rita (Accountant)

Former Residence(s): Aurora, Colorado (13 years)

Current Residence: London, England.

Living With: Kayson

Right or Left-Handed?: Left-Handed

Words/Phrases: "Very Fantabulous.", "Oh my goodness."

Habits: Organizing her room and Going to the library frequently

Appearance

Height: 5'0

Weight: Secret

Skin Tone: Fair

Body Shape: Hourglass

Hair: Dark Brown (Straight or Wavy)

Eyes: Blue

Face Shape: Round

Everyday Dress Styles: 80s Outfits, Bomber Jackets, Peter Pan dresses, Floral Dresses, Wears Chuck Taylor and Pumps. Some of her outfits are from Anthropologie, Aritzia, Zara, Forever 21, American Eagle and definitely JCPenney. Cardigans, Striped Sweaters, Overalls, Jumpers, Spotted Headbands, Fluffy coat, Pink Duffle Coat (in case if she's cold).

Formal Dress Style: Tulle Dresses, Hair ribbons, Heels.

Any Jewellery: Heart Necklace Given by Kayson, Heart Earrings, Ribbon Bow Earrings.

Facts About Catrina

Catrina is passionate about everything from the 80s, but she makes sure those things would still be acceptable today.

Her favorite hobbies is to make some playlists via cassette tapes when she's not studying.

Catrina's parents met in a mall called Villa Italia Mall in Lakewood, Colorado when they're both in college.

Catrina has a few friends but she was bullied and being called a freak by her peers in the states. When she moved in London she earned new friends (incl. Spencer/Luca's Listener)

Her part time job is baking at a nearby bakery and bakes too especially in a relationship she is always up for new pastries.

Her dream college before was CU Boulder where her parents studied but her family wanted to move to England.

She doesn't usually use digital materials on researching. Instead, she uses the card catalogue for her references.

Her Favorite Flowers are Forget-Me-Nots.

She loves listening to The Cure, Wham!, Queen and Bananarama.

When she was single what Catrina wants in a relationship is someone putting their hand in her back pocket. Just like in Sixteen Candles. Writes her notes everyday.

Catrina does not like driving in a bad weather (Especially Snowing)

She's pretty close with her family.

Kayson is her first. 😊

Her favorite film genres are chick flicks, horror and sometimes romantic comedies.

She joins a few clubs in uni.

Catrina has a sticker book which is her collection of stickers.

Ever since she was a little girl, she has a Lisa Frank collection (Stickers, Coloring Books, Notebooks and Sticker Books)

At the arcade she is very skilled in playing Pac-Man and Dragon's Lair.

Her favorite Care Bear is Cheer Bear.

She loves experiencing renting movies at a video rental store.

Catrina has a collection of Seventeen magazines.

She likes watching music videos on MTV (which her mother recorded, since they do not do it anymore).

Catrina is not a smoker.

She also listens on vinyl.

During her 13th Birthday in London, Catrina got a Walkman from her family.

She sometimes get gifts such as Sandylion stickers for her collection.

Catrina loves collecting Calico Critters (Sylvanian Families).

#zsakuva #sakuverse #kayson #catrina alice covey #zsakuva kayson #kayson zsakuva #Kayson X Catrina #oc #Listener #Kayson X Listener #80s #80s aesthetic #collage

[dykelawlight]

Hi!! 5 and 11 for YOUR Teru

HI!!!!!! OH BOY

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Keeping it very light and cheerful rather than dragging us all to the bottom of the ocean and locking us in a box: Love in the First Degree by Bananarama

11. Would you date this character?

"Date" is somehow both an understatement and a strong word here. What I will say is that by the time I was done with her the ASPCA would have me on a list for cruelty to dogs

#can't wait to see you tomorrowwwww 😈

[finniestoncrane]

The Staunton Lick for your general riddler wooooo

🎀 No.10: The Staunton Lick 🎀

give me a character and i'll make a mini playlist for them a/n: oh my GOSH i'm so excited to do this for my general riddler!! 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

our day will come - ruby and the romantics

big fan of mort garson i bet, plus the intro hits right and he enjoys humming it while he's getting ready to hit the big red button on his next scheme

love in the first degree - bananarama

he's a romantic boy! and he loves singing in falsetto to pop songs! so this one combines love, pop, and being guilty of something which is perfect for him

the logical song - supertramp

introspective look at parental issues and feeling like you have to be intellectual and clinical in life, but my riddler has retained a bit of humanity...

nobody loves you like me - jonathan coulton

yeah i said he was romantic, i might not have specified that he was a tad yandere about it, maybe even overly dramatic some would say

feels like i'm in love - kelly marie

again with romance and pop music BUT this one comes with the added benefit of having little electronic pew pew sounds in it, which he can do finger guns to

red river rock - johnny and the hurricanes

instrumental bops fuel him while he's working so his brain can still process words, but this one in particular makes him feel cheerful and bouncy

more beats and pieces - coldcut

he's super into electronic music, especially stuff like this that chops up lots of samples and makes one song. see also: frontier psychiatrist by the avalanches

girls & boys - blur

the bisexual anthem, he's... he's bisexual as fuck and yeah i am projecting

danger! high voltage - the electric six

he 100% unironically listens to this during sex, he thinks it's the ultimate sex playlist anthem

you'll always find me in the kitchen at parties - jona lewie

this is just a descriptive song about him. terrible at basic chores, anti-social and a bit awkward. this is him

#finnie1k

[blueshiftting]

SONG CHALLENGE

Share at least five songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse. 

Rina Sawayama — Minor Feelings 

All my life, I've felt out of place /  All my life, I've been saving face / For all these minor feelings are majorly breaking me down / (Breaking me down) /  All my life, you took me for a fool / All my life, you told me what to do / All these minor feelings are majorly getting to me now

2. Florence + the Machine — Queen of Peace

Oh, the queen of peace / Always does her best to please / Is it any use? / Somebody's gotta lose / Like a long stream / I'll bear all this echoing / Oh, what is it worth? / All that's left is hurt / Like the stars chase the sun / Over the glowing hill, I will conquer / Blood is running deep / Some things never sleep

3. Marina — Oh No!

One track mind, one track heart / If I fail, I'll fall apart / Maybe it is all a test / 'Cause, I feel like / I'm the worst / So I always act like I'm the best

4. The Orion Experience — Queen of White Lies

Ooh, I like the way you make me feel like I could be / The number one game in town / And all those pretty words you say to me, they pick me up / Whenever I'm feeling down / But I know you're just a White Witch putting that spell on me / You know I love the punishment, so girl, keep telling me

5. Bananarama — Venus

She's got it / Yeah, baby, she's got it / I’m your Venus, I'm your fire / At your desire / Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire / At your desire

tagged by: @sacredpit  && @lovesigned (thank you guys, mwah.)  tagging: you! 

#๋ ࣭ ⭑ » 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄! / ooc. #» memes. #/ I had a lot of fun with this! #/ But I felt those really resonated well with Cordelia's character. ☺️

[drawnbadly-blog]

Hellish Bells

Chapter 5: Dinner Date 1

Charlie was smiling as she slid the beautiful ballgown dress over her head. She had been going over accessories in her head as she matched up gloves and a dainty set of slips. She wished her feet weren’t so flat! If they weren’t, she could wear ALL KINDS of beautiful pumps! Maybe she could commission some more decorative flats? Oh, but now she needed to find those cute hair bows that her mom had given her at her 500th birthda-

“Charlie!” The soft shout caught her attention. She pulled the ballgown all the way down her body to find Vaggie standing in front of her, naked. “I think you’re overthinking this, Char.”

“What do you mean?” Charlie had no clue on what Vaggie was talking about.

“Charlie, it’s dinner. I don’t think we need to be dressed to the nines for it.”

“No, it’s not just a dinner.” Charlie skipped over to her dresser where she’d put the invite and pointed to the specific wording. “It’s a dinner date .”

“Whatever.” Vaggie stretched as she turned and rummaged through her panty drawer. “Don’t expect me to dress up that much.”

“But…” Charlie let loose her most dramatic pout. “But Vaaaaaggie~”

“No.” Charlie could see the blush on Vaggie’s face even as she held firm. Before Charlie could keep applying pressure, Vaggie whipped out a pair of panties and bra. A matching pair.

Charlie gave Vaggie a sly smile. “No fancy dressing, huh?”

Vaggie did a double-take at the undergarments she selected. Her face entirely red now, Vaggie said, flustered, “Pure coincidence.”

“Aw. So you aren’t dressing up for me?” Charlie felt really clever with that turnaround.

“Wha-I, I mean, I could…”

“Great!” Charlie took off the ballgown, leaving her in her frilly underwear and soft, lacy bra. She then rushed over to Vaggie’s closet. “Now, I think wearing that gown you wore for our third anniversary would work best.”

“Charlie, I said we didn’t have to dress nice for Alastor,” Vaggie insisted.

“You don’t have to dress nice for Alastor,” Charlie confirmed. She asked, “What about me? Would you dress nice for me?”

Vaggie looked completely taken off-guard. The redness never leaving her face, she marched over to Charlie and wrestled the gown from her. She said, “Yeah, I’d do it for you.” Vaggie sighed and grumbled, “You’d better be willing to sit on my face later.”

Charlie grabbed Vaggie in a tight hug. “Of course!”

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In the end, they came to a compromise. Charlie did not wear her ballgown. No, instead Vaggie had gotten her to settle for one of their regular going-out clothes: a sleek deep blue maxi dress with a cute fascinator hat and her favorite slips, hair loose under the hat. Vaggie had convinced her not to wear gloves. Charlie refused to give up a hat for the occasion.

Vaggie, in turn, had dressed up from the outfit she normally wore. As she didn’t actually have many ‘nice’ clothes, her choices were more limited. Which is how she ended up in the red and black plaid sundress with the matching red bow with black wedge shoes that they reserved for picnics. Charlie couldn’t help but to giggle at the matching colors, to which Vaggie simply sighed and said, “Let’s get this over with.”

Now they were standing in front of the door up to Alastor’s tower. The whole tower was an entirely self-contained apartment that he had fashioned as he saw fit. Why he always wanted the forest connected to his main room no one really understood. Maybe she could ask him about it?

“Are we…supposed to knock?” Vaggie asked hesitantly. “When did he want us here?”

Charlie pulled out the invite card again. “Well, it doesn’t have a time. So, I guess?”

Apparently Vaggie was feeling more impatient as she reached out and knocked. Or, at least, she tried to. Just as her knuckle was touching the door, it opened.

“Ah! There you two are! I was starting to wonder if I should have specified a time!” Alastor waved them in, blocked from view by the door. Vaggie kept herself between Alastor and Charlie as they entered. They were moving to go up the stairs in front of them to the main living area but found them stopped by Alastor suddenly appearing in front of them. “We will not be going up there tonight, dear ladies!” He directed them to a doorway that had been blocked from view by him and the door. “Please, come this way!”

Charlie followed his shadow, Vaggie dodging around her to, again, use herself as a buffer between the other two. They walked through a little kitchenette area that was squeaky clean, almost sterile-looking, even as it smelled divine, out into a small dining area.

This room was different. Not what Charlie was expecting. It was very…human. Homey.

Green and yellow patterned wallpaper covered all the walls, crown molding and various craftsman designs on the walls and ceiling. There was a simple wooden table surrounded by four simple chairs. A china cabinet was nestled next to the doorway where some delicate-looking plates and cups sat on display. A grandfather clock ticked away against the other wall. Next to the clock was a small table with a record player and a radio that was playing soft jazz tunes.

“Wow. This is actually pretty cool,” Vaggie said, a compliment a good way to start out the evening in Charlie’s opinion.

“Why thank you!” Alastor stayed in the kitchen. “Pardon me as I fetch our dinner. I left it in the oven to keep warm and the icebox to keep cool. Please, feel free to sit down. No need to wait for me. I amthe host after all!”

Vaggie gave Charlie a Look. Silently they made a bet as they both sat down, Vaggie’s back turned to the kitchen while Charlie sat to her left. There was no need for words; it was a standard bet between them when they went out together.

“Ah ha!” Alastor’s tentacles reached out of the kitchen, reaching around Vaggie and setting various dishes on the table. “I hope you two have big stomachs!”

The tentacles withdrew to reveal a veritable smorgasbord of food: a cake that she was pretty sure was pineapple but it was upside-down; a plate of potatoes, egg yolk, and what looked like butter with some pepper dashed on top styled in a swirling baked shape; two roasts of some kind of bird with bits of cranberry and oranges scattered on the platter; and a creamy soup with what looked like pomegranates and chives mixed in.

“Wow! Alastor, this looks GREAT!” Charlie turned from the table to the kitchen. “Did you bake all of this yourself?”

“Of course!” Alastor entered the dining room and said, “These are some of my favorite foods from when I was alive. I don’t have much opportunity to pull out the oven mitts and get to work! Thank you two lovely ladies for giving me an excuse.”

Charlie’s attention was caught by his outfit. It, again, was strangely human. Not the same flashy suit that he normally wore. This was more comfortable yet high-class. A simple black and white pinstriped suit which matched perfectly with his eyepiece. He had a different cane, this one with a silver topper, and now she noticed in the corner a little umbrella stand with various canes in it, including his favored radio cane. As she was looking him over, he looked the two of them over.

“I was hoping you would take this invitation seriously,” Alastor said. “I don’t misuse words, and I’m glad you caught my wording.”

“Oh, yeah, we definitely…caught that,” Vaggie stuttered insincerely. Charlie would have to tease her about it later. It felt good to have been proven correct!

“So then…” Alastor skirted around Vaggie and sat in the seat next to Charlie.

“Dang it!” Charlie fussed. Looked like she was wearing that plug tonight.

“Is there something wrong, my dear?” Alastor asked, looking between the victorious Vaggie and the disappointed Charlie.

“What? Wrong? Me? Oh no, no, nothing’s wrong,” Charlie covered, taking unusual interest in the potato things. “This is potato, right?”

Alastor let her switch the topic. “Sharp eye! Yes, it is. Duchess potatoes! Mimsy could never get enough of them at our dinner parties.”

Alastor began explaining each dish as they served and ate them: its background, ingredients, and where he used to eat it when he was alive. Vaggie, forgetting her distrust, began discussing the different ways to bake. She had been the one to bake for the hotel before Niffty came after all. Vaggie hadn’t had any opportunity to talk shop with anyone which is why Charlie was SO HAPPY that her and Alastor were bonding.

Apparently she made it too obvious as it caught their attention. They both were looking at her, confused.

“Charlie?” they both said at the same time. They exchanged glances; Alastor gave Vaggie a toothy grin, to which Vaggie blew out a suddenly frustrated breath and looked away.

Alastor laughed. “My goodness, we let the conversation get away from us! Poor Charlie must feel rather left out.”

“I was really enjoying watching you two talk!” Charlie said cheerily. “Is there anything else you two want to talk about? That won’t lead to an argument? Hmmmmm?”

Vaggie’s eye narrowed at Alastor. “No.”

“And that’s my cue to change the topic!” Charlie said before Vaggie could elaborate. Taking one last nibble of what was duck, she asked, “So, Alastor, why didja wanna have this dinner?”

Alastor blinked, then laughed. “Oh Charlie, don’t you understand?” He said like it was obvious, “We’re on a date!”

Oh. Yeah, she’d pointed that out earlier to Vaggie. Right. That was a stupid question.

Vaggie snorted. “Yes, a ‘date’.”

“Don’t be like that Vaggie!” Charlie elbowed Vaggie when she tried to turn her back to Alastor. “You were having fun until you thought about it.”

“Yeah, when I thought about it! Charlie! It’s Alastor . It’s all an act!”

“Being distrustful of the host is very unbecoming of you, Vagatha,” Alastor tsked.

“Whoever the HELL started that thing with my name being Vagatha is going to die SEVERAL more times,” Vaggie growled.

“Oh my! How violent!” Alastor leaned towards Vaggie, his form shifting subtly to be more monstrous. “ Would you like some help? ”

Vaggie frowned, then admitted, “I might actually take you up on that.”

Well, at least they weren’t sniping at each other like normal.

Hoping to distract from the violence, Charlie asked, “What do we do now?”

“Hm? Do you mean after-dinner entertainment?” Alastor asked in turn.

“I mean, yeah,” Vaggie decided to add in. “It was a ‘date’, right?”

“ Dinner date,” Alastor emphasized.

“You can’t pull that shit on us. You’re making us stick with you, so you’re stuck with us. We don’t disappear after we eat. So, what are we doing?” Vaggie leaned back, staring him down and daring him to deny them.

Charlie was amazed to find that Alastor was caught off-guard. His eyes were wide, looking around in a mild panic, his nails digging into the table at the unfamiliar feeling. Clearly he really did think he could shove them out the door.

Charlie decided to take some playful pity on him. “What did you used to do when you and Mimsy went out to your parties?”

Alastor’s gaze snapped to her, and she felt the momentary panic immediately vanish as his smile reassumed itself on his face. “Ah, yes! I know just the thing!” He got up. “Please stand to the side as I clear the room.”

Not needing to be asked twice, the two women got up and stood back against the wall. Alastor nodded, clapped-

And everything in the room vanished into shadows.

“I didn’t know you could do that! Take things into the shadows like that!” Charlie marveled. “Where did it all go?”

“I merely moved it upstairs,” Alastor said. “We needed the room. And you did, indeed, know. Remember when you came to me when you accepted my proposal?”

“ Tricked into it,” Vaggie muttered under her breath.

“Right! I forgot!” Charlie took a step into the open room. “What are we doing?”

Alastor’s smile turned genuine as he tapped the top of his radio with his hand. A spark raced through it, suddenly turning the music to a fast, old-timey tune. It was VERY catchy and made Charlie want to dance. Her ‘want’ solidified into an ‘actually happening’ when Alastor took her hand and began dancing with her. It was similar to the song and dance that she vaguely remembered from when he first entered their lives.

Vaggie stood, unimpressed. “Yeah, that’s nice for you guys and all, but I-”

“Feeling left out? Very well then!” He let go of Charlie momentarily, one hand touching the radio and the other reaching out and grabbing Vaggie’s arm. As she squawked in protest and the music changed to a more frantic tone, he exclaimed, “Time to switch to a more festive dance!”

Charlie was barely keeping up. She was sure Vaggie wasn’t thinking anymore either; Charlie could see her dancing out of the corner of her eye and there were no more complaints. She looked up at Alastor to find a very pleasant sight.

The genuine smile was shining more brightly than ever, his eyes were closed in joy, and he was humming the tune as they all danced together to it. It made Charlie feel something inside, seeing it. And she wasn’t sure what it was.

#charlie x vaggie x alastor #charlie has two hands #chaggistor #romance #eventually anyway #bananarama is a word #hazbin hotel #demiromantic alastor #asexual demiromantic Alastor #asexual alastor

[msturtlerabbitk]

More Michael Vey Incorrect Quotes

But it's Jack and Zeus

Jack and Zeus: So what do you wanna do?

Woah, that's crazy.

Man, we've been spending way too much time together

Like damn.

Like damn!

Damn!

Okay stop copying me.

Stop copying me!

Dude, this is kinda freaking me out.

Okay, you stop talking and I'll say something.

Say something. No you don't talk, I will!

No you, you don't talk; goddamn it!

Okay seriously, what the f**k?

I got it, say something completely random.

Ready?

One, two, three, bananarama!

What the f**k?!

Why would you think to say that too?

It's not even a real word!

Okay, let's just not talk.

*silence*

Okay, it's gotta be over now.

Sh*t!

I know, let's just uh, text each other instead.

*They both text "Bananarama"*

Why the hell would you say that again?!

It doesn't even make sense! This has to stop now!

I'm serious, stop!

Stop!

I'm-talking-so-fast-you-can't-possibly-keep-up-with-what-I'm-saying!

Damn it!

AAH!

Woof woof!

Even animal noises?!

God!

Meow.

F**k!

That's it!

I'm gonna knock you out so I don't have to hear your stupid voice saying everything I'm saying!

Eat this b*tch

Wait, I don't know how to punch! (that sorta outta character but still 🤷)

*Zeus blasts electricity and stuff*

*Jack gets knocked out*

Zeus: Finally, it's over

Quentin: Stop right there! Why did you murder him?

Zeus: You got it all wrong man, something really weird happened and we started saying everything at the same time and it was driving us crazy but, now it's over. It's finally over

Quentin: Eh *for some reason drops gun*

Zeus and Quentin: Oh, let me get it.

*bumps*

Oh, sorry about that.

Did you say the same thing I said? It's happening again.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Michael stopping the video: So the talking curse continued for years on end. So children, be-wary for if ever you speak at the time as someone else, the curse might fall on you--.

Ian: Hey Michael, what are you doing?

Michael: Oh just finish up this narration about some phony talking curse.

Ian: Well, when you're finished up, wanna grab lunch?

Michael and Ian: Absolutely!

Haha, very funny.

No seriously, cut that out; I need to finish this narration.

Stop that.

Fine, I think we have to take care of this the old fashion way.

*violence*

#michael vey

[brinkofdiscovery]

Andrew Gets Punched

“Is that your car out there?” He snapped, pointing just outside the doors to a beat up yellow sprinter van. Andrew followed the man’s finger. That was his car. He sucked in his lips with a frown and looked back at the stranger. “Nope.” He answered, shaking his head.

You’ll never guess what happens to Andrew in this piece! Stole Andrew’s hot manager, Mariano from @crash-bump-bring-the-whump for this one!

Contains: Blood, broken bones (falsely assumed), panic attack, a punch 👊

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The sun always set through the windows in the afternoon. In the summer it heated the coffee shop to an ungodly degree, but in the winter it was nice. They typically didn’t have to lower the blinds until a customer complained, and in the meantime it made things that much warmer and cast a pretty orange light across the whole room.

Plus, it made Mariano look incredible. The heat always made him take his hoodie off, and the light made his arms look like they’d been carved out of gold. Andrew always felt like he was being subtle, sneaking glances at him while he pretended to clean the espresso Machine.

But this time there was no golden-statue Mariano pretending not to notice Andrew’s staring; the afternoon rush had run long, which had pushed Andrew’s lunch out, and in turn pushed Mariano’s lunch out even further. So Andrew manned the front counter by himself, idly spinning a quarter on the countertop and making bets with himself on which side it would land on.

The front door chimed as someone came in off the street. Andrew snatched the quarter mid-spin and looked up with a sudden bright eyed smile to greet them. He paused at the sight of a slightly older man, filling the frame of the open door with his massive shoulders alone as he scanned the occupants of the shop. He was wearing camouflage pants, Andrew noticed. He wondered if it was half of some uniform, or if he just wanted everyone to know that he liked his legs to be invisible sometimes.

Invisible Legs looked sharply at Andrew; Andrew snapped his eyes up to make eye contact. He was close to inviting him inside, making some joke about not letting the heat out, but the man cut him off before he could open his mouth.

“Is that your car out there?” He snapped, pointing just outside the doors to a beat up yellow sprinter van.

Andrew followed the man’s finger. That was his car. He sucked in his lips with a frown and looked back at the stranger.

“Nope.” He answered, shaking his head.

“Alright,” The man said, his jaw set and tense and he scanned the shop again. He finally approached the counter, speaking to Andrew like he was still halfway across the room. “Well whoever it is, they fucking boxed me in.”

Andrew looked outside again, the car parked on the curb beside his van was a large silver pick-up. He had noticed it when it’d pulled in on account of just how massive and pristine it was. Andrew had been working since earlier that morning, he absolutely had not boxed this guy in.

Andrew looked back at the man in front of him; he hadn’t taken his eyes off of him yet, it was like he knew somehow that it was Andrew’s van crammed between his truck and the curb.

“I’m sorry, let m–”

“Yeah, I bet you are. They dented my shit, too.” The man interjected again. Andrew almost visibly balked at that. He had been here since 10am. He had watched this asshole pull in next to his van. He hadn’t boxed him in, and he absolutely hadn’t hit his dumb, jacked up truck.

“...I’m sorry.” He repeated, fully turning away from the counter now. Maybe he could give Mariano his keys, let him move the van. Mariano could handle this guy if he needed to.

“Let me uh, let me see what I can do. Do you want a coffee while you–”

His words cut off with a flinch as the man slammed his hands down on the counter. He turned around to see him with his head rolled back in exasperation. Andrew stood still, watching him in concern.

“I don’t want a fucking coffee! I want you to move that piece of shit van out there!”

Bananarama is not a piece of shit. Andrew thought, immediately thinking better of choosing that particular hill to die on right now. He looked over his shoulder to the storeroom door. Where was Mariano? This guy was full-on shouting now, and he looked like he was about to come over the counter for Andrew.

Before he could think of his next move, a patron across the shop stood up with his keys in hand.

Andrew knew him, an average looking guy in a clean-pressed button up. He always came in for remote work about this time. Andrew had dubbed him Scary Regular, on account of the six shots of espresso he always ordered in his drink. He’d come in about 20 minutes ago in the little blue Prius parked on the opposite side of the truck right now. Now that Andrew thought about it, this guy had boxed Invisible Legs in.

“Listen,” Scary Regular said, holding his hands up in a cautious surrender. “I’ll move, alright?”

“That’s your van?” Invisible Legs turned away from Andrew, standing between Scary Regular and the door.

“N-no. I’m–” Scary Regular stepped back. Invisible Legs stepped forward. Andrew was already moving to get out from behind the counter.

“No? No? That’s not your fucking van out there? That’s not your fucking van you hit my truck with?”

Scary Regular stammered, trying again to back away from the increasingly angry, massive stranger in front of him. This time, though, Andrew stepped in between before he could close the gap again. He stared up at Invisible Legs, his arm protectively in front of Scary Regular, who looked like he was seconds away from crying.

“Okay, you need to calm the fuck down.” Andrew said, putting his hand up to urge Invisible Legs to take a step back. No sooner did the words leave his mouth did his vision flash white with a sudden burst of agony.

He was on his back, pain shooting through his entire skull. He was surrounded by a haze of noise and blinding fluorescent lights, voices melded distantly into the background. He tasted blood in the back of his mouth, his lungs felt like they had collapsed in his chest. Only when steady, strong hands lifted him into a sitting position was he finally able to draw in a sudden, ragged gasp for air.

“Andrew,” Mariano’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and low and clear, “Andrew, breathe.”

“I can’t,” Andrew managed, feeling that coppery taste of blood fill the rest of his mouth. “God– God I… I can’t, I–”

“Breathe.” Mariano repeated. He placed one hand in the center of Andrew’s chest. “Breathe… in: two, three, four…”

Andrew sobbed. He took in a second, slower breath as he let himself lean into Mariano’s chest. “Two… three, four…” He counted along in a whisper with Mariano, his breath hitching in his throat after a moment.

“Blood…” Andrew stammered, “There’s blood. Blood in my mouth.”

“Out:” Mariano said softly, “Two, three, four…”

“He broke my nose.” Andrew continued, reaching for his face.

“He didn’t.” Mariano answered. He guided Andrew’s hands back down to his stomach. “In: two, three, four…”

“He-he did. He did.” Andrew’s breath shuddered. He uselessly tried to touch his face again, only to have his hand guided back down. “There’s–bones. Bones… my bones are in my brain…”

“They’re not. Breathe with me.”

“They are!” He paused, spitting blood onto his shirt and choking out another breathless sob. “There’s– I can feel– feel it in my throat… bones in my throat…”

“I can promise you, there’s not–”

“And my brain, my brain’s in my throat, my–my blood. I’m–my nose, he…”

“Andrew,” Mariano cut him off, his tone calm and firm. “In: two, three…”

Andrew looked up at Mariano. Beautiful, ring-lit eyes looked back down at him. He nodded, dropping his head against his chest. He didn’t speak, he just listened to Mariano’s voice and followed his lead. He kept breathing, slow and steady, until his sobs became less and less frequent.

He kept breathing, watching Scary Regular pace the sidewalk outside, phone to his ear.

He kept breathing as a knight dismounted his familiar outside; the distant sound of an ambulance grew closer.

He kept breathing, wrapped in Mariano’s arms.

#my writing #writeblr #Andrew Winters #Mariano #other peoples OCs #MY OCs #coffee shop au

[trashy-bowtie]

My Hero Academia Characters and the Music They Listen to

This is my first time writing headcanons on Tumblr so be nice and don’t be afraid to like/reblog!

✨Aoyama - I feel like he’d obvi listen to French music. I also see him liking pop stuff (bubblegum pop). Artists: Poppy, Katy Perry, Bananarama, Aqua, and New Kids on The Block

🥊Mina - For her I see her as more hip hop since she can breakdance well. Artists: Doja Cat, Nicki Minaj, Eminem, Run D.M.C, Charli XCX, Technotronic, and OutKast

🐸Froppy - She’s very chill so I picture different kinds of lo-fi like Japanese and Rainy lo-fi. Artists: Florence + The Machine, Fitz and the Tantrums, and Weezer

👟Iida - I honestly couldn’t even tell you a specific genre. I can’t really picture one, only just certain artists. Probs some synth wave if I’m being honest. Artists: Queen, Lost Years, Timecop, Børns, MØ, Lumineers, Holy Ghost, and Lord Huron

🥰Uraraka - I feel like she’d be into indie and pop! Probs k-pop too. Artists: HyunA, 4Minute, Blackpink, Alt-J, Christina Aguilera, Stevie Nicks, and Marina

⚡️Kaminari - I get glam rock vibes tbh but also dance hits of the 2000s/2010s with this man. No inbetween. Artists: Duran Duran, David Bowie, ZZ Top, Jay Sean, Taio Cruz, Lady Gaga, Black Eyed Peas, Breathe Carolina, 3OH!3, and The Runaways

🪨Kirishima - I feel like he’d go for anything upbeat and stuff that would make my manly mans hype himself up and feel good! Artists: AJR, The Weeknd, B-52s, Survivor, Young MC, Sean Kingston, and John Cafferty

🎧Jiro - My bestie would be all over the rock, grunge, and alt scene for sure. Probs into some mo music too. Artists: Nirvana, Pearl Jam, The Clash, Cutting Crew, Thousand Foot Krutch, Ramones, Breton, All Time Low, Sur, Fit For Rivals, and Sleeping Wolf

🦅Tokoyami - Also into alternative, but more darkwave and industrial. Artists: Type O Negative, Portishead, Massive Attack, Widowspeak, Just Mustard, and Ministry

❄️🔥Todoroki - Very traditional Japanese. I feel like he would hardly listen to music with words, but if he did it would be hella chill with deep meaning. Artists: Sia, Modest Mouse, Grateful Dead, M83, and Pip Blom

💥Bakugo - Rock and Metal. Pissy, angry, loud music. His music and him are 100% on the same page at ALL times. Artists: Nine Inch Nails, KMFDM, Lunatic Calm, AC/DC, Disturbed, Green Day, Hollywood Undead, The Exploited, Dope, Orgy, and Quiet Riot

📖Momo - I feel like she’d listen to classical music as well as just lowkey, chill music. Artists: Valerie Broussard, Ann Marr, Mother Mother, Twenty One Pilots, Lana Del Rey, and Lorde

👊Midoriya - Aw smol bb. I feel like he’d have a well rounded taste. Like tbh he’d be down for really anything. I def get 60s vibes from him though. Artists: The Zombies, Van Morrison, Avicii, They Might Be Giants, The Turtles, The Monkees, and Silversun Pickups

🧠Shinso - Ohoho this man. This MAN is DEFINITELY all over the 80s alt scene. I feel like he’d like stuff that sounds happy or even chill, but the lyrics are depressing. Artists: The Birthday Massacre, Depeche Mode, Pet Shop Boys, Bauhaus, The Smiths, Caravan Palace, Tears For Fears, Oasis, Bronski Beat, Oingo Boingo, Peter Gabriel, and Genesis

🔥Dabi - Another pissy rock alt bitch. I feel like he would also have deeper meaning in his music without meaning to. Artists: Rammstein, Marilyn Manson, Ice Nine Kills, Motionless in White, Deftones, Pantera, Lil Peep, Grandson, A Perfect Circle, Rob Zombie, and Sisters of Mercy

🩸Toga - hard to decide, but I feel like a girly alternative. Also some k-pop too. Artists: Block B, Melanie Martinez, Ke$ha, Spice Girls, Grimes, K.Flay, Insane Clown Posse, Skynd, and Halsey

#my hero acedamia #headcanons #boku no academia #imagine #mina ashido #froppy #bakugo katuski #bnha eijirou #bnha kirishima #dabi #izuku midoriya #ochaco uraraka #tenya iida #momo yaoyozoru #kyoko jirou #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou #bnha shinsou #aoyama yuuga #fumikage tokoyami #shoto todoroki #touya todoroki #toga himiko #bnha headcanons #my hero headcanons #my hero academia hcs #mine #music genres #maybe I’ll make a couple of playlists for my faves? #feel free to give me more ideas

[cmbynwritingfests]

CMBYN Drabble Challenge

Hi!

CMBYN Drabble Challenge took a small break from posting new prompts to give everyone time to catch up on older prompts. But we'll be back soon with a new prompt!

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CMBYN Drabble Challenge prompts :

* Prompt 1 : First Times | WC : 267

* Prompt 2 : Snow | WC : 319

* Prompt 3 : “I dare you.” | WC : 455

* Bonus Prompt 1 : Birthday Cake | WC : 425

* Bonus Prompt 2 : Trust

* Bonus Prompt 3 : Rose

* Prompt 4 : “When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don’t even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It’s like fireworks in your heart all the time.” | WC : 321

* Bonus Prompt 4 : Thunder

* Bonus Prompt 5 : Lewis Capaldi - Before You Go

* Prompt 5 : Sunset | WC : 298

* Bonus Prompt 6 : Candy

* Bonus Prompt 7 : Dancing

* Prompt 6 : Billy Joel - Piano Man | WC : 362

* Bonus Prompt  8 : “Look at me.”

* Bonus Prompt 9 : Water

* Bonus Prompt 10 : A phone call.

* Prompt 7 : Bobby Vinton - Sealed with a kiss | WC : 441

* Bonus Prompt 11 : Bonus Photo #1

* Bonus Prompt 12 : Absence. POV Annella.

* Prompt 8 : “Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.” | WC : 238

* Bonus Prompt 13 : Dire Straits - So Far Away

* Bonus Prompt 14 : Reckless

* Prompt 9 : “You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.” | 395

* Bonus Prompt 15 : Bonus Photo #2

* Bonus Prompt 16 : Prepare.

* Prompt 10 : ABBA - One Of Us | WC : 476

* Bonus Prompt 17 : “This is where I live.”

* Bonus Prompt 18 : Don Henley - The Boys of Summer

* Prompt 11 : Agastopia | WC : 328

* Bonus Prompt 19 : Chocolate

* Bonus Prompt 20 : Destroy. POV Oliver.

* Prompt 12 : Photo #1 : WC : 254

* Bonus Prompt 21 : Truth / Lie

* Prompt 13 : Mask | WC : 403

* Bonus Prompt 22 : Baby Queen - Want Me

* Prompt 14 : Bananarama - Cruel Summer | WC : 379

* Bonus Prompt 23 : Pillow

* Prompt 15 : Photo #2 | WC : 461

* Bonus Prompt 24 : “What’s the point?”

* Prompt 16 : “Ring a bell?” | WC : 286

* Bonus Prompt 25 : Bonus Photo #3

* Prompt 17 : Anniversary | WC : 337

* Bonus Prompt 26 : Shelter

* Bonus Prompt 27 : Consequences.

* Prompt 18 : Photo #3 | WC : 184

* Bonus Prompt 28 : Robyn - Missing U

* Prompt 19 : Tony Bennett - Winter Wonderland | WC : 482

* Prompt 20 : Bonus Prompts | Trope : Different First Meeting

* Prompt 21 : Photo #4 | Word : Dreaming

* Prompt 22 : Soulmates | WC : 399

* Prompt 23 : Harry Styles - As It Was | Trope : Exes To Lovers

* Prompt 24 : Photo #5 | WC : 268

* Prompt 25 : “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” - Oscar Wilde | Word : Pride

* Prompt 26 : Photo #6 | Trope : Blind Date

* Prompt 27 : Getting a tattoo / piercing | Word : Eagle

* Prompt 28 : Photo #7 | WC : 428

* Prompt 29 : Photo #8 | Word : Frighten

* Prompt 30 : Cinema | Trope : Hurt/Comfort

* Prompt 31 : Photo #9 | Word : Angel

* Prompt 32 : Pen pals | WC : 371

* Prompt 33 : Claude Monet - The Flowered Garden | Trope : Royalty AU

* Prompt 34 : Christmas Music | Word : Grinch

* Prompt 35 : Photo #10 | WC : 295

* Prompt 36 : “I’m sorry that you had to go through this.” | Bakery AU

* Prompt 37 : Photo #11 | Word : Resort

* Prompt 38 : Temporary | Trope : Mysterious Past

* Prompt 39 : Sam Park - Portofino Treasure | WC : 439

* Prompt 40 : Finale | Word : Goodbyes

#cmbyndrabblechallenge