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The Vees X Reader using the silent treatment
︴Notes - Hey everyone!! This was an idea that a friend of mine gave me, and I needed to write because she was beginning to like the Vees so like 😁😁 anyways I hope y'all enjoy it!
︴Content - Headcanons of Vox, Velvette and Valentino X Reader who used the silence treatment after a fight.
Vox doesn't like to have the feeling his the wrong one, so after fighting with you he expects you to be the one reaching out to him.
But you just don't.
Vox waits for you the whole day, and you never show up to even say a good morning!
When he finds you watching TV, he goes to talk to you, but the fact that you ignore him makes Vox freeze.
I mean, he was never really ignored, and the fact you, as his partner, did this was like denying candy to a spoiled child.
He spent a whole 10 minutes trying to talk to you and no matter what he said you didn't even looked at his face for a single moment.
Vox was almost losing his sanity as he decided to say the one thing he knew was going to destroy his ego.
He remembered that earlier that day you asked Vox to go out with you, but he told you he was busy.
Obviously you said that he was always working and that 10 minutes wouldn't make his business go down.
He just ignored you and continued working, without even saying no again.
Knowing what happened he decided to apologize to you.
"Listen uh, I'm... I'm sorry okay? I should've considered your feelings more."
The moment he finished saying you turned around to look at him with a smile.
"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it? But I forgive you Vox. "
That's how Vox never ignored you anymore without a good reason.
Velvette sometimes doesn't even notice that what she says can hurt people.
And that includes you. She wasn't really used to dating someone and this made her be a bit insensitive sometimes.
Velvette never pays attention to what she says until she went to talk to you and you just, ignored her.
She was so confused, she thought you didn't heard what she said.
But when she already repeated the same thing 5 times, Velvette knows you're doing it on purpose.
And she has no fucking idea on why!
That fact already makes her stressed all day because you never even glanced at her.
So she tried to remember everything that happened all day that could've made you like that.
That's when Velvette remembered that she told you how your outfit didn't match at all and it was really ugly. And she didn't saw how sad you got when she said that.
"Hey honey, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't noticed that what I said was hurtful."
Velvette is definetly the one who tries the best to apologize to you, even if it hurts a bit inside lmao.
You wanted no time on hugging her when she finished it.
"I forgive you Vel, just try to watch your words better 'kay?"
Velvette only laughed it off, and every time you ignored her, she knew that she had to try harder on thinking before speaking.
Valentino can have a hard time respecting people's boundaries, and even if he tries his best with you, it's still... In progress.
Especially with how easily angry he gets. Valentino can't take a no without getting annoyed.
Of course, with you it's better, he actually tries to be a good partner for you.
But sometimes he let his emotions take over him, which leads to situations like this.
Valentino was going to kiss you and be all clingy to you, but he was hella confused when you walked past him.
He quickly walked to your direction to ask you what happened but you never took your eyes off the cellphone.
Even when he grabbed it off your hand, you just kept walking. And that made him both confused and mad.
He tried a lot of things but you never talked to him, until he remembered what had happened earlier.
Val was stressed and that made him yell at you when you got inside his studio without asking him first.
He never says sorry, so apologising to you was a bit awkward.
"Amorcito, please don't be mad at me. I was just stressed, you didn't asked me to go there. Can you forgive me Amor?"
His apology was definetly a bit weird but you knew that's just how he was, and you kissed him before answering.
"Of course Val, just try to be more patient next time."
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HIII!! I saw requests were open and I wanted to send mine in here if that’s cool with you! here I go!!
Could I request (separately) Adam, Lucifer and Angel Dust with a Male! (or GN!) Reader who always screams whenever they see something scary, or if something jumpscares them 😭 they always scream kinda weird (something similar to this?) and it’s always so funny whenever the reader screams like that everytime?
I HOPE THIS ISNT SOMETHING YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH!! If so you can always decline it!! Thank you again!
LMFAO i’ll try! i dont usually write anything comedic so be nice LMAO
adam
okay so adam is one thousand percent making fun of you
like you’re playing a video game, say its a zombie game or something, the minute something appears, you’re screaming and he’s dead but somehow your character is still running away
“dude, what the fuck?!” he’d probably jump cause you screamed and then demand that you give him your controller since you killed him “you’re gonna die, babe, let me play”
“no you’re already dead— AH!” something pops out again and now you’re both dead and you have to start the entire part over cause he wasn’t anticipating you screaming and didnt save
lucifer
okay so luci honestly seems like the type to scream at jumpscares, so he’s definitely screaming with you
imagine you walk into each other around a corner or something, first you scream, then he’s screaming cause you’re screaming, then you’re screaming cause why is he screaming
then you make fun of him even though you started it
he can’t watch scary movies with you because you’d both be freaking out, but he’ll watch any show that has a slight jumpscare just so he can laugh at you screaming and take the opportunity to cuddle you
angel dust
angel 100000% takes this as an opportunity to make you watch scary movies and cuddle up with you
“i got you, pretty boy!” and he’s laughing cause you sound ridiculous but is also swooning because he gets to hold you, so he definitely tells you to keep watching for his own entertainment
probably goes out of his way to scare you around the hotel, sneaking up on you, tickling you suddenly, or even telling alastor to appear somewhere you’ll be just so he can come to your rescue despite finding it hilarious
definitely spooks you to let steam off, but don’t worry cause he’ll always be there to comfort and coddle you afterward
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Can I get a Alastor x emotionally and physically abused doe reader. Doe is only in hell because she killed her abusers and herself in the process. She can't stand being touched but had no choice when Alastor is tending to her wounds. She is self conscious about her scars.
My Little Doe
Alastor X Emotional Abused Reader (Angst/Fluff)
You, A Angel In Hell And Victim Of Abuse Found Yourself Running. Running Fast From Your Abusers On Earth. Your Body Shaking As Your Wounds Bled Out. Running. You Had To Get Away, You Wouldnt Let Them Hurt You Again. That Was Until You Heard Their Screams And found Yourself Facing A Man Who Looked Similar To Yourself, A Deer Man. In A Flash You Both Were Teleported To His Radio Tower..
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Once You Entered The Radio Tower You Scurried Around Looking For An Escape. The Idea Of You Now Being Confined To The Same Room As The Deer Man Who You Now Recognized As The Radio Demon Was Un-nerving.
You Squeaked Out As You Yanked On The Locked Door. Alastor Simply Ignored You And Went To Reach For Something. Your Eyes Darted To His Location And Watched Him In Fear. This Was It You Thought, You Were Gonna Die. Again.
Your Body Trembled And You Backed Yourself Up Into A Corner. You Were So Focused On Not Trying To Die That You Hadnt Even Noticed The Aching Of Your Wounds. Your Blood Trickling Down To The Ground. You Suddenly Felt Your Body Stumble And Your Vision Became Hazy.
Alastor Glanced At You Before Quickly Rushing Over To Help You Stay Up. It Took You A Second To Register What Was Happening And When You Did Your Body Jolted Away From Him. Your Breath Quicken As You Tumbled To The Floor. You Hit Your Bottom Hard, Your Wounds Sending A Shiver Up Your Spine. You Finally Spoke
" Please Dont Hurt Me! I.. I Swear I'll Do Anything You Ask, Just Dont Touch Me! " Your Voice Was Desperate. Your Eyes Locking Into His As If In A Blink You'd Be Dead.
Alastors Smile Nearly Faltered But He Gave You A Reassuring Smile As He Slowly Approached You Again. His Gaze Was Soft And You Felt A Certain Pull. Your Doe Ears Perked Up And You Breathing Slowed. You Felt Calm Around Him.
" Darling Doe, It Isnt My Intention To Hurt You. You're Wounded. Let Me Help You, My Dear. " Alastor Reached His Hand Out To You, Giving You The Power To Either Take It Or Deny Him.
You Hesitated Taking His Hand. You Had Been So Afraid On Contact After What Happened With Your Abusers. Alastor Saw This But He Needed To Touch You In Order To Heal Your Wounds. So, He Reached Out And Touched Your Shoulder.
You Jerked Back And Your Body Shook Before Noticing How Gentle His Touch Was, Your Body Still Tensed Up However. With Alastor's Free Hand He Grabbed His Medical Kit And Opened It Up.
" Try To Relax My Little Doe. Keep Your Eyes On Me, Okay. We Can Count Together And Take Deep Breaths. But I Really Need To Treat Your Wounds Before You Die From Blood Loss. Please. "
You Took A Deep Breath, Keeping Your Eyes On Alastor. He Smiled Gently At You As He Started To Treat Your Wounds, With Each Contact Of His Hands Your Body Jerked. When It Did, Alastor Froze And Took A Deep Breath With You.
Eventually He Finished Tending To All Your Wounds. By That Time Alastor And You Were Long Into A Conversation, Getting To Know Each One Another. He Gently Removed His Hands From You And Allowed You Space To Breath. He Praised You And Gave You A Lollipop.
Sure, It Was A Little Childish But It Meant A Lot To You. From That Moment Forward You Clung Onto Alastor. You Never Let Anyone Else Touch You Unless It Was Him, He Had Helped You At Your Lowest And You Both Learned To Love Affection.
He Was Your Protector, Your Sun In The Storm Of Abuse. Your Light In The Tunnel. He Was Yours And You Were His.
A Deer And His Little Doe.
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Sorry If This Is A Little Short. I Fought Going Into Detail And Explaining More About It Because Its A Sensitive Topic To Some People.
If You Are Or Have Ever Been A Victim Of Abuse In Any Kind Know That I Am With You And I Am Proud Of You For Simply Waking Up In The Morning.
You Are Strong And You Are Independent.
YOU HAVE SUPPORT.
If You Ever Feel The Need, Reach Out To Me And We Can Talk. I Too Am A Survivor Of Abuse. I Am With You All The Way.
I Love You So Very Much ❤️❤️
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Can i ask for some headcanons from Charlie (hazbin hotel) comforting a neurodivergent reader, with she thinking she is selfish because of the emotional outbursts of ADHD and impulsivity but people don't realize how much she sacrifices so that others see her as productive, kind and a good human, masking a lot of disorganized behavior just so the college can accept it better? Sorry if it seemed too personal, i'm just tired of neurotypicals
HEADCANONS OF CHARLIE COMFORTING A NEURODIVERGENT READER .
; pairing ; charlie x neurodivergent reader (platonic)
; note ; these headcanons felt really nice to come up with. i can totally see where you're coming from and i am here for you.
; warnings ; none
charlie is incredibly empathetic and recognizes the struggles that come with neurodivergence.
she assures you that your feelings and experiences are valid, offering a safe space for you to express yourself.
charlie understands the societal pressures to conform and mask one's true self, especially in an academic setting.
she validates your efforts in trying to fit into societal norms and assures you that your true worth goes beyond appearances.
charlie fosters open communication, making it clear that you can always talk to her about your struggles without judgment.
she encourages you to express your feelings, thoughts, and challenges, creating a dialogue to help you feel heard and understood.
charlie recognizes and celebrates your achievements, no matter how small, emphasizing that every step forward is a victory.
she helps shift the focus from perceived shortcomings to the progress you've made.
charlie may share some of her own coping strategies or suggest activities that could help you manage.
whether it's through music, art, or other creative outlets, she encourages you to find what works best for you.
charlie emphasizes the importance of self-care and taking breaks when needed, reminding you that your well-being is a priority.
she may even organize activities or events that cater to your preferences and comfort.
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tehehe I just saw the regina george ones (i reqested it so ty for writing it) but now i really want one with a karen smith type reader. like reader is lowkey dumb but mega pretty and knows how to maintain the prettyness (is that a word??) of their appearance!
also... if possible... i would like to go by 🍗 so you know it's me
your's truly 🍗 anon 😌
Velvette is surrounded by pretty people all the time.
At a certain point in her career she stopped seeing them as people and instead began seeing them as mere positive and negative traits in the eyes of the populace.
Then she met you and was reminded of what true beauty was.
It wasn’t some bullshit about how you were beautiful on the inside.
No, no, no, it was that you were pretty while trying but not for other people. Only yourself.
You had a VoxTube where you posted skin care and beauty tips.
Because you were very knowledgeable on color theory, giving random strangers advice based on a few shitty quality pictures that was actually stuff she would recommend if she gave a shit, Velvette was under the impression that you were smart in general.
When she met you, she was proven wrong.
You knew how to look pretty, sure, and you were good at helping other people look pretty but that’s about where you expertise ended.
You were sincere and gullible and it was a goddamned miracle someone (Valentino) hadn’t swooped you up into a contract yet.
She was actually amused by it.
She’d try to get you to sign a contract only to realize why no one had gotten you to sign one.
Something about superstitions of selling your soul causing stress because of the expectations and what did stress cause? Fucking acne. And what did you want to avoid? Fucking acne.
So instead, she hired you as a freelance makeup artist for her shows.
Slowly she’d begin thoroughly enjoying your presence.
Enough so that she might even request it after work hours.
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I had this though on a cute little one shot for Alastor x chubby reader in the hotel I was wondering if you would like to run with it? Where the reader gets some nail varnish that matches their lip color without thinking about it. Alastor becomes rather fond of them wearing the color and eventually it vanishes after Angel points out that it’s almost the exact same color as the reader’s lips.
The reader ends up pouting a bit over it because they can’t find it anywhere in stores anymore. They ask Angel if they borrowed it to Angel’s confusioned response to the tune of “why the fuck would I want to wear your lip color?” And it gets to the point they ask for Nifty’s help finding it while Alastor is trying to avoid the topic entirely. Eventually Nifty DOES find it in the radio tower much to Alastor’s flustered frustration.
A/N oh hell yes i can do this. 11/10. Also I am skipping the fuck around in my request order, I am so nervous about posting cover up pt 4. I promise it will come out soon.
Spicy Sienna and Berry Naughty (Alastor x Gn!Chubby!Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: Uhhh I got a little suggestive with this one guys. Sorry. Also,, Alastor is a little creepy and stalkery and has a thing about hands. This one just came out all around weird. Also, I named it after my favorite lip and nail polish matching combo so don't judge the fic by its name. Also Alastor sexualizes the reader a bit. Let me know if I missed anything. (guys i really have no idea what happened with this one, i am so sorry. I hope you still like it.) Also,, Alastor is for sure ooc.
Word Count: 3,675
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"Is that a new color?"
Alastor's ears perked up. He didn't turn to face the source of the sound but he listened. There was only one person in the hotel Angel would direct such a question towards after all.
"Yeah. It's essie, Berry Naughty is the name I think? Nail polish and makeup products always get called the silliest things. Do you like it?"
Y/n was the Hazbin Hotel's newest resident. They had arrived just a few weeks before, brought into the fold by Angel himself. The pair were old friends apparently, knew each other from back when they were alive.
"Yeah, it suits you. A lot more than that blue you used to wear."
There were three things the pair could be discussing in Alastor's mind. The first was Y/n's clothing. They were always dressed to the nines, decked out in some crazy ensemble or another.
At first, it had seemed foolish to Alastor. Anyone who cared that much about what they looked like had no shot at being an enjoyable person in his mind. That was before he had started to get to know the demon, seen the joy it brought them to indulge in fashion, realized the things they wore were for them and them alone. Everything had changed with that. It wasn't about persuasion, getting attention, facade. It was just who they were.
The thing about this first theory, however, was that Y/n almost never wore blue.
"Hey!" Y/n laughed, sounding a tad offended, "I liked the blue and I still might go back to it."
The second option was lipstick. Another little hobby the demon indulged in that had caused Alastor to misjudge their character upon their arrival was the makeup. Every few days, they would come down from their room in one crazy look or another. It was always something dramatic, coordinated perfectly to whatever else they had going on. If Y/n loved anything, they loved a theme.
Alastor had again made the mistake of assuming Y/n's enjoyment of such a thing was a representation of their vapidness when he had first met them. He would not be making that mistake again. The thing was, for all their wild self expression and experimental use of colors, he had never once see them sporting blue lipstick, he couldn't even picture it.
"What! I'm just sayin." Angel teased.
The third and final option, the one Alastor decided was what they must be discussing, was their nail polish. Y/n loved the act of painting nails, called it a ritual of self adoration. The way they talked about it, someone would think they were dedicating sacrifices at an alter to the gods. Every week, like clockwork, they would repaint them. Monday afternoons, four o'clock sharp. Their favorite color of late had indeed been a dark, almost black, blue. Alastor had liked it. The color had made something about their hands shine.
"Rude." Y/n scoffed in reply.
Alastor had always loved Y/n's hands. He had always had a thing about hands. In his opinion, hands were the most telling part of a person, or demon even. They showed nerves, experience, hard work -- went straight through to the core of who a person was. A carpenter's hands were rough, a cook's were scarred, an artists stained with color, a string musician's had calluses on the fingertips. Yes, a lot about a person could be learned from their hands.
Y/n's hands were soft, on the smaller side, and without the bony protrusions of their knuckles so many people seemed to admire now days. Alastor had never understood the desirability of skeletal thinness. It was impractical and uncomfortable. Y/n's hands suited them perfectly, Alastor thought. They were his favorite pair of hands to watch, the way they would flit across the keys of a piano, the way they kneaded the dough when she baked, the way they held a pen.
"I mean, it does match your lipstick now which is kinda a look."
At this, Alastor really did turn around. He couldn't help himself.
Y/n and Angel were lounging on the couches of the hotel lobby. They were dressed down, wearing a pair of jeans that hugged their legs and a crop top that accentuated their body perfectly. They looked soft, they looked comfortable, they looked delicious.
The idea of hunger was a complicated one. When Alastor thought of other demons as delicious looking, it was because he wanted to eat them, to consume their flesh that is. Y/n was certainly delicious but, he had no desire to eat them. Not like that, at any rate.
Angel had been right, Alastor could see it from across the room. The soft ruddy red of their nail varnish matched the gloss coating their lips perfectly. Alastor had always loved the color red.
"Wait, really?" Y/n asked, holding a hand up to their face, by their mouth, their nails turned out towards Angel, "Is it bad?"
"Nah, it's honestly kinda a look."
Y/n hummed, moving their hand from their face and staring intently at their nails.
"Maybe it'll be my new color then... This is the gloss I wear when I'm just doing normal makeup."
"Cohesion is key." Angel noted, "If you have a look to fall back on, people tend to like that in my experience."
Y/n stayed true to their word and Alastor relished in this revelation. Over the course of the next week, nearly every time he spotted them around the hotel, they were wearing that same combination of nail polish and lipstick. It was a secret indulgence of his, a treasure.
They nearly caught him staring one time as they were talking with him. It was nothing special, just one of their average, casual chats about the ethics of one situation or another. For someone who had ended up in Hell, Y/n had a soft spot for moral philosophy. It was clearly spill over from some preoccupation of their mortal self.
Mid conversation, he had drifted off. He hadn't meant to, it was the way they talked. Y/n was an animated conversationalist, always moving their hands to accentuate their words in one way or another. It drew his eyes to their hands and their face equally, their nails and their pretty, dark red lips.
"Hey, Alastor... Alastor!"
"Yes, my dear?" he had quickly replied, snapping out of his stupor.
"Are you alright?"
"Why on earth wouldn't I be?"
"You just kinda... trailed off there."
Alastor tried his best to push his embarrassment to the side, to shake it off his shoulders seamlessly. Miraculously, he succeeded. He wasn't quite sure how, when they were watching him with such concern filling their eyes, a slight pout to their lips.
"Just a little distracted. Lots to do today. My apologies, my dear."
"And here I thought you loved deontological thought." Y/n had teased.
Everything was fine. Alastor didn't mind Angel having noticed, it was a well known fact the spider demon saw Y/n as a sibling rather than a potential partner. The pair had grown up together and when Sir Pentious, one night, had asked whether or not they had ever messed around with each other, seeing how close they were and comfortable with physical contact, the pair had made eye contact before each putting on their own display of disgust.
Alastor was good at seeing through people, he knew it hadn't been a show. What was a problem was when Husk somehow noticed the pairing of their lip and nail color as well.
Alastor had been talking to Charlie about one thing or another as Y/n shared a drink with Sir Pentious at the bar. He was half listening to Charlie, half to their conversation. Alastor always kept an ear out for Y/n's saccharine tones.
The pair had been chatting about how their respective journeys to redemption were going when Husk had cut in.
"Did you match your nail color to your lipstick?" he asked in mild amazement.
Alastor bristled. That fact was his, was for him. No one else was allowed to see.
"Yeah!" he heard Y/n brightly reply, a tinge of pride to their voice.
Though Alastor's back was to them, he could picture the way they must be holding their delicate, gentle hands up now.
"Isn't it cute?"
Husk whistled.
"Damn, Angel is finally rubbing off on you."
"I mean, I guess." came Y/n's hesitant reply.
"You trying to catch someone's attention?"
Alastor could hear his own heartbeat in the silence that proceeded their reply.
"I mean, not on purpose. Not with this. I just like the way it looks... I don't know, it makes me feel... pretty."
Y/n was right. Alastor knew for a fact, had seen it with his own eyes, how irresistible the combination made them look. Now others were starting to notice it as well and, well, Alastor couldn't have that, now could he.
The next morning, when Alastor came down for breakfast, he noticed Y/n sitting at the table, looking uncharacteristically despondent. His back to them as he began to prepare his morning cup of coffee, he smiled.
"What's got you down, my dear?" he asked and Y/n sighed.
"My nail polish disappeared."
So, they had already noticed. Alastor picked the carton of milk up off the counter.
"Don't you have others? You're always a veritable rainbow of color!"
Alastor kept his voice light and cheery. His coffee made, he took a seat at the table across from them.
"Yeah, I guess. I just liked that one. It matched my favorite lipstick."
"Couldn't you try another color? That midnight blue last week was rather nice."
"Yeah, I guess." suddenly, their eyes shot up to his, a smile breaking out across their face, "Wait, Al! You're a genius! I'll just go buy another bottle!"
When Y/n returned from the store a few hours later, their gray cloud had returned.
"Are you alright?" Vaggie asked as they slumped onto the couch beside her.
Alastor couldn't help but note, from his hiding place, the way the act of sitting changed their body. They were beautiful standing, stunning even, but something about the way their thighs spread out over the surface of the couch...
"Yeah." Y/n grumbled, "Just... bummed."
"Oh no!" Charlie exclaimed, walking away from the bulletin board she was planning their next lesson on and joining the pair, "What happened?"
"It's stupid." Y/n groaned, throwing their head back.
"Wrong guy hit on you?" Angel teased and they immediately righted themselves, shooting him a glare.
"No." they pointedly replied, "Just... that nail polish? Berry Naughty or whatever its called? The one that matched my Spicy Sienna gloss?"
"Damn, you're pulling out the color names." Angel laughed, "Yeah, I know. What about it?"
"I can't find my bottle anywhere and I went to like seven different stores today and none of them had it! Not one! You didn't borrow it, did'ya Ant?"
Angel put a hand to his chest dramatically.
"Who, me?"
Y/n rolled their eyes.
"Nah." he waved them off, "You know I always ask before I borrow. I learned that lesson about you the hard way."
Y/n sighed despondently again.
"I'm sorry." Charlie hummed, patting Y/n's knee comfortingly, "I know it was making you really happy."
"It's silly." they shook their head, "It's just nail polish."
"Yeah but, it clearly brought you a lot of joy." Charlie insisted, "What if I ask Nifty to keep an eye out for it around the hotel?"
Alastor almost let the shadows hiding him from the group in the corner of the room dissolve in shock. He hadn't expected that. He had really thought everyone would just let it go. Yes, he knew Y/n would probably be upset about it for a few days but, that just gave him all the more of an excuse to be near them, to comfort them.
"Really Charlie?" Y/n brightened immediately, "You'd do that for me?"
"Of course! I mean, I'm not making any promises but, you know."
Y/n pulled themselves from the couch, throwing their arms around Charlie's neck.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"It's just a nail polish." Vaggie chuckled, watching the interaction warmly.
Y/n let go of Charlie, who shrugged back at her girlfriend.
"It makes them happy."
Two weeks had gone by with no sign of the bottle of nail polish. Y/n still went to the stores every few days, checking for the color, but had yet to have any luck. Nifty too had come up empty handed.
Alastor was very pleased with himself. The trick of using his shadows to empty every store in the surrounding area of the color before Y/n went shopping was something he was particularly proud of.
Of course, all along, he knew where the missing item was. It was in the top drawer of his night table on the right hand side of his bed. Nifty only went in to clean his room maybe once a month or so and she knew better than to snoop. It was all going off without a hitch, even the comforting aspect. Alastor had had the absolute pleasure and honor of showing up at just the right place, at just the right time (imagine that), so as to be included with Angel when Y/n had the bright idea to see if she could find any other matching colors between her vast collection of lipsticks and lipglosses and even larger collection of nail polish. He wasn't sure how their hands could sustain that much acetone, or their skin that much makeup remover, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.
Alastor was in his studio, fixing one of the control panels, his mind filled with spinning memories of the past couple days (Y/n had even hugged him! The feeling of the cushion of their waist against his arms, their stomach, was not one he would soon forget), when he heard a knock at the door. He straightened up, eyeing it suspiciously.
The guests of the Hazbin Hotel, as well as its staff, knew better than to disturb him while he was at work. It's owners, on the other hand, were much more foolhardy. He ran a hand over his hair, straightening it a bit so as to make himself presentable, and called for the knocker to enter.
The door creaked as it swung open, just like Alastor wanted it to. A creaky door was a good thing, it made sure most people couldn't sneak up on him when he was at his most vulnerable, most distracted.
"You'll want to grease that." Y/n hummed as they stepped into the dingy space, "I think we have some WD40 in the basement, if you want me to bring it up for you."
They had never come to visit him up here before, never dared even come near the rotting wooden door. Alastor walked forward, shutting the door behind Y/n now that they were fully in the room. He was close enough to feel their breath on his skin as he smiled down at them.
"No need, my dear, although, I do appreciate the offer."
A silence fell between the pair as Y/n took a few steps further into the room, their eyes running across every surface available before them. Alastor noticed their hands were clasped behind their back. It wasn't an unusual position for them but, something seemed different about it this time.
"What can I help you with?" he cordially asked and Y/n turned to face him.
"Well... I... um..." they locked eyes with Alastor, finding their words at last, "Nifty found something today. While she was cleaning."
Alastor was glad Y/n's demon form was not all that powerful in this moment. If it was, they would have heard his heartbeat spike. His voice, his demeanor, even his expression were easy to control but his heart? Not so much.
"Oh?"
"Yeah... I..." Y/n trailed off.
With a sigh, they brought their hands forward, opening them to reveal the source of Alastor's anxiety. Nestled there, in the softness of their palm, was the nail polish.
"She found it! Congratulations, my dear. You must be thrilled."
"Yeah." Y/n replied uncertainly, looking away.
Alastor knew why they were so uncomfortable, but his hope was stronger. There was an uncanny sense of optimism in him, one that was unfounded and unfamiliar. It drove him to pry, to see how much they really knew. For all Alastor knew, there could be something else entirely going on.
"Where was it?"
"I..." Y/n looked back at him once again, "That's the problem, Alastor. Nifty said... well, she said she found it in your room."
"In my room?" Alastor repeated, feigning confusion, a hand to his chest in mock surprise.
Y/n nodded.
"In your night table drawer."
They must have known him better than he thought, have seen the flash of sudden anger in his eyes or something like that, maybe he had tense his body. Whatever had ticked them off, they continued.
"She didn't open it. Nift said it was open and went to close it and just... spotted it in there so don't get mad at her, she didn't do anything wrong."
Alastor stood in silence, watching Y/n carefully.
"I just... Look, I'm not mad, I am just confused. Why was it in your room, did you take it from me?"
A shock of nerves fluttered in Alastor's stomach. The heat rushed to his cheeks and he looked away, a hand flying instinctually to his collar and tugging at it just the slightest bit, as if the room was too hot. It was all the answer Y/n needed.
"Why?"
Alastor turned back to Y/n and nearly stumbled back a few steps when he realized how much closer they had brought themselves to him. Nearly every other time, he was the one to bridge the distance, to step into their personal space. His breath caught in his throat, a sort of thrill flooding his mind.
"I... I..."
He had stuttered. Alastor didn't stutter. He had never stuttered, not even when he was alive.
"You..?" Y/n prompted, leaning forward slightly.
His mind was reeling. He couldn't tell if that was their goal, secretly, if they had finally realized the effect they had on him and begun to use it to their advantage. Alastor looked away again.
"It was..."
"You knew it was my favorite. Why did you take it?"
Fuck.
They were upset, maybe even angry. Alastor had seen them mad before but it had never been directed towards him. Normally, he would relish in the wrath of another but Y/n's wrath? Fuck. He realized right then and there, he would rather die.
"Husk." he admitted at last, his hands now fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, his face flushed.
Alastor dared a glance at Y/n. Their brow was furrowed.
"Husk?"
"Yeah. Husk."
"I... why Husk? Did he dare you? Did he... I... what?"
Whatever feelings they had previously held had been replaced by pure confusion. Alastor could handle confusion. The situation at large was still unwelcome and rather untenable but, at least there was the confusion.
"He..." Alastor cleared his throat, brave enough to meet their eyes again at last, "He noticed."
"Noticed.... oh."
"Yeah."
They fell silent. This wasn't a thing Alastor had felt since he was very young. There was a wild animal in his chest. In this moment, he didn't just look like a deer, he was one and Y/n was the hunter with their gun trained on the spot between his eyes.
"It wa-"
"Did you also take it off the shelves all over the neighborhood?"
They had always been smart, smarter than he gave them credit for. Alastor grimaced, nodding slowly.
"Alastor, why did it bother you so much? Is it illegal to match my nails to my lips? Does it go against your... your weird ass deontological code?"
"No, it's just... it was... fuck!"
Y/n had never heard him curse before. A hand flew to Alastor's head, he took a deep breath.
"Alastor, I-"
"It was for me, okay? I... I didn't want anyone else noticing. It was just for me."
Y/n looked somehow even more confused as he lowered his hand once again. The releif that had accompanied the admission was greatly outweighed by his anxiety as he waited for their response.
"But Angel noticed too? Before Husk?"
"That's different." Alastor sighed, "He... You... I..."
"Alastor, what's going on?"
There was concern now, lacing their voice in its gentle vines. It almost made everything worse.
"I like you, okay!? There. Are you happy now!?"
He didn't know why he was yelling. Y/n's eyes went wide.
"You... like me? Like, like like me?"
He glared at them and they put their hands up in surrender.
"Just trying to clarify the situation!"
Alastor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.
"Yes. I... like like you or... whatever nonsense you just said. Are you happy now?"
It was a stand off, each training a metaphorical pistol at the other. Y/n was the one to finally break.
"Yes." they curtly replied, crossing their arms to mirror his position, "I'll... I'll let you get back to work now."
Someone had driven a nail right through Alastor's chest and into his heart. He watched their retreating form as they opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. Just as it was about to fall shut, they miraculously stuck a foot between the closing door and its frame, peeking their head back into the room.
"Just so you know: if you asked me out on a date," they began, their eyes flicking up to his from where they had previously been fixed on the floor, "I'd say yes."
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A/N Ant is a pretty common nickname for Anthony in NYC (where I am from and where I'm pretty sure Angel is supposed to be from). Yes, I will be using it in another fic I am working on too (its part two of Unexpected (Vox x Reader). Also,, deontology is when you have a strict set of ethical rules/maxims you stick by no matter what (Kant is a deontologist).
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I want this horrible man to be cherished by his best friend!❤️
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heyy, you asked for requests, and you shall receive!! velvette x actor!reader perhaps ? like imagine she works on reader’s sets for costumes just to see them like damn am i feral for this lady 😍😍
feel free to take creative liberty with this tho ~
ahh! thanks so much mio^^ i am also VERY feral for this women.
Velvette x actor!reader
- First of all, she would for sure post the shows/movies/musicals you are in on social media, promoting it; 'go watch my partners films fuckheads' something like that.
-She would absolutley adore the costumes and makeup you would wear, and her being a very well known designer, she would probably be the one designing your outfits.
"Hm! Love the outfit luv, wonder who made it."
-Would she get mad over people making thirst edits of you? Maybe, would she also save then to a folder? Yes.
-As for shows/movies, you would always take her as your plus one for premier night, letting her meet all the other actors and look gorgeous standing next to you.
-And for movies/shows, she will ALWAYS get front row tickets for all of them, she dosent bother buying backstage tickets because she knows you'll allow her back there anyway.
-Again, social media; She definetley posts about your talent like 'my partner has amazing fucking talent. does yours? didnt think so<3'
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Velvette x reader, with another disigner! Reader, you have a rival like relationship with her and reader gets on her nerves but one day they meet a show and things happen from there that make Velvette want to seek out reader for comfort pls.
Fashion designer! reader comforting Velvette
I so gotcha! Sorry this took so long. Wanted to make it perfect. Enjoy!
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You and Velvette have always been rivals, ever since you made your appearance as a fashion designer
There was something about your designs that contrasted Velvette’s entirely. Instead of the bold colors her outfits have that match the aesthetic of hell, you’re is on the more softer side of colors. Pastels, hot pinks, yellows all that
And believe me, you weren’t sure at first it would do well considering how hellish hell is, but holy shit it did amazing.
It pissed Velvette off that people have no taste these days, scrolling through your social media platform, disgust being evident
You tried to get along with her but girl was NOT having it and would refuse to get along because you were her competition
Like maybe you saw her at your first show with other fashion designers and she snapped at you for thinking for the shit, when you genuinely didn’t.
You couldn’t give one less fuck about her behavior and it fueled you to work harder, to become better
And it soared you even closer to besting her, and you were getting even more on her nerves
It would be a while until you two see each other, it was at another fashion show with very select fashion agencies invited.
You and Velvette were both well aware of the other agency invited, they were mean, brutal and determined to surpass you and Velvette.
You two begrudgingly decided to keep close eyes together on them, which meant you two having to put up with each other.
The threats being made to both of you two tonight were going to an extremely dangerous length
You had security high on your models for the show, and Velvette did as well, but no one knew what was going to happen to Velvette
You were making sure your models were getting their makeup to your standards before you would hear Velvette screaming at one of her models
“Are you fucking serious! Which one of those fuckers did that? No one drink the water someone drugged it! Those absolute pricks!”
Velvette was pissed, grabbing one of the security guards screaming at them for not doing their job
You don’t think you’ve ever seen her lose control like now. She was frantically making calls and you just kept quiet trying to calm your models as your check to make sure their water bottles haven’t been tampered with
One of her models were down, she was on last but she couldn’t find anyone in time to fill that position
She locked herself in her dressing room . The first agency went on while she was freaking out internally, while you had to watch your models but you were concerned for her. Your phone buzzed and when you checked it you didn’t expect Velvette to message you. Considering how she only texted you regarding the threat of the new company arising
“Get your ass in here”
“Please”
You never heard her say please so you instantly yelled at your security to not fuck anything up and quickly made your way there, knocking as she opened the door, her usually perfect hair slightly frizzed her eyes slightly puffed from crying, most likely out of frustration
“Those assholes sabotaged me, drugging one of my models! Mine! Who do they think they are!”
She would walk away from the door in a panic as you walk in after her
“I.. I don’t know what to do Y/N, I usually don’t have this problem but of course this had to happen”
You’ve never seen her so vulnerable to you, or anyone, it genuinely shocked you
“Velvette, you can use one of my models if you need to”
“I don’t want your sloppy seconds! I need someone new!”
“Then have me go on”
The way she turned her head so quick it must’ve given her whiplash
“You being fucking serious?”
“You need a new model, I’m new. That bitch won’t back down and if they see you like this they’ll think you’re weak. What’s more intimidating hm? Seeing you having a breakdown, or seeing their two competitors working together for once, consider this being a collaboration between us. They’ll cry of embarrassment”
You walked up to her with a smirk. She returned the smirk almost instantly
“You’re not too stupid now are you? Then so be it, tonight we collaborate”
After your models walked it was Velvette’s turn. All of her original models came out, all the designs had last minute changes, pastels and lighter colors suddenly being adjusted to fit with the dark style as well that lingered in the design.
You came out last with Velvette, wearing one of her designs and she wore yours. You both had shit eating grins on your face and Velvette made the official announcement of your collaboration
And when you saw your competitors face? You two had to physically stop yourselves from laughing your ass off
Dude was so panicked at that information they instantly left.
Oh how it was to be the most powerful of the fashion industry
You and Velvettte might not of been close
But oh how revenge can bring two stubborn people together.
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If Cursed Cat Alastor talked I imagine it would say so many upsetting things.👌
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commissions are open here https://www.tumblr.com/angtious/744588707278077952/commissions-are-open-if-you-have-any-questions?source=share
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