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voxisdaddy · 1 month

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Love Me, Please

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor/Lucifer/Adam/Husk/Angel/Vox/Valentino/Tom Trench/Saint Peter

Type: Scenarios/Comfort

C/TW: Swearing, blood, reader written with fem parts in mind (bc this bout periods, duh)

In which you miss your boyfriend/cling to your boyfriend and are being emotional about it. Basically—period emotions.

This is more for me bc it’s that time of the month and I desperately want some comfort lol | also Angel’s I left up to either be platonic or romantic

Alastor

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He was at yet another unremarkable overlord meeting when he felt something pulling on him. Back at the hotel, you laid on your bed wrapped in a cocoon of sorts, eyes tiredly watching your shadow pulling on one of Alastor’s shadows-which he left to keep an eye on you. Alastor’s grin turned to one of amusement—oh how needy you are when it’s that time of the month for you. The meeting finally came to a close and instead of making his way back to the hotel with a lovely stroll, he disappears in his shadows. Not before bidding a friendly farewell with his dear friend, Rosie. He materializes in the center of your room with a shit eating grin as he twirls his microphone around.

“I was hardly apart from you for more than an hour, my dear.”

Lucifer

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer had errands he couldn’t postpone today and so he made you promise to text him when you miss him and he’ll make his way right back in a jiffy! The bedroom door only closed behind him when he got a text from you. An ‘I miss you’ along with a sad face emoticon. He burst the door open, tears welling up in his eyes, as he crawled back into bed with you to hold you close. You honestly thought he was more emotional than you at the moment.

“My poor ducky! I’m sowwy!”

Adam

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam has been around for ages so I like to think he knows a bit about menstruation. On top of that, he has an army of baddies he likes spending time with-usually training but that's still time spent with them regardless. However he's definitely still rough around the edges since usually with his girls, he uses that to egg them on into being tougher fighters either physically or emotionally. If you're a person who's quick to be a grump or a crying mess then uhhh...just know he doesn't mean to be a dick all the time. He tries though, despite how annoying and tiresome it is. Especially since you make him feel oh so special with how you seem to demand his attention and his attention only. Right now you lay on his chest, looking on at the items set on the coffee table with a glint of amusement.

"Babe-you said pads with wings! I got that! I even made sure the chicken wings came with the good sauce."

Husk

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Husk is very vigilant so he's quickly able to come to the conclusion that you're on your period before even you realize it. It was just after he finished closing up the bar and returned to your room for a late nights rest when he smelt it. He might technically be an old man, but he's a respectful one and has been around for quite some time. He knows that small. Despite knowing you might be embarrassed to find out that he can smell it, he figured you'd be more grateful that he woke you up so you can deal with it before you wake up feeling all gross and annoyed in the morning. Plus it was worth it to almost immediately get a hug from you after being apart for a few extra hours than he liked.

"Come on. Don't wanna ruin your new pajama's now, do you baby doll?

Angel Dust

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man was out on a much needed night out with his long time bestie, Cherri Bomb. You of course coming as his plus one that his bestie always welcomed like the supportive girly she is. He couldn't quite enjoy himself as much this time around though as he sat at in a corner booth with you hunched over your drink. You're hand gripping one of his hands as if you're afraid he's gonna leave. Despite how awkward he felt trying to comfort you, he did his best and allowed himself to be as sympathetic as much as he could.

"Toot's-if you wanna leave it's okay! You know I'll stick with ya! No need to make ya headache worse than it already is!"

Vox

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox still holds certain belief's and mindsets he had from his time in the 1950's. Part of that meaning him being 'grossed out' by your period and beliefs in woman faking or over exaggerating their monthly disturbances. He learned to keep his opinions to himself though, due to previous encounters with Velvette, and found it easier to just well, cater to your needs. They were easy enough for the most part. Food and beverage cravings? He's got ya covered. Cramps and aches? You're in luck because this man is basically one large heating pad. Which quickly became a downside for him because then you wanted him all the time. Didn't matter if he was working or not. He tried to put his foot down once but it only made you emotional so uhhh-

"Honey, I'll only be gone for one hour. As soon as the meeting ends, I'll lay my head on your stomach, okay?"

Valentino

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino can only smirk to himself when he finds out it's now your time of the month. Which isn't hard to figure out since he woke up to you latched onto him like a koala this morning. A puff of red smoke invades your senses as a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, a third hand coming to play with the top of your head. Valentino, spending years working with woman and people who endure this bloody cycle, knows a few...remedy's. He has his favourite solutions, obviously. Only if you're down. The last time he tried being more...persuasive with his advances to you during these times, it didn't go well-to put it lightly.

"Mi cariño~A good fucking helps with this time of the month, you kno-" ... "Or we could share some snacks. Kitty!"

Tom Trench

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ For this man I pray you are not a bitch on your period. Poor guy already has to deal with his co-star Katie Killjoy everyday. Whatever you deal with on your period though, just know your man is there and keeps your needy ass close. Such as right now, as you sit in an oversized fuzzy hoodie on Tom's couch, watching him and Katie host the latest news live. You glance down at your phone with Tom's messages open. You want to text him but you knew it wouldn't reach him anyways-they had to keep their devices on silent while they hosted. As soon as they were finished with their shift of the day however, Tom rushed to his dressing room to find you staring at the door with open arms.

"The interns told me you were waiting for me."

Saint Peter

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man would never admit it out loud, and if he did he would word it very carefully, but he loves it when its your time of the month. I mean he feels bad for you obviously; dealing with an inconvenience once a month even in your afterlife does not sound like any sort of blessing, but he's clingy and affectionate himself. And you clinging to him just as much? Oh it's like he's died and went to Heaven-again! Currently he lays on the couch with you in his arms, you both engulfing each other in a snuggly cuddle. He periodically checks the time-as much as he loves this he's still got a job to do. He voices this but quickly finds himself soothing you.

"I'm only going to work, sweetheart! P-please don't cry!"

This was supposed to be reader missing them but some of them became not exactly that and I’m sorry lol

I’ve had this in my drafts for a month, felt about right to finally post it. I’m also ashamed to admit, it took me way too long trynna figure out what to write for Tom’s dialogue. I love him but if I don’t know him as well as I thought 😭

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scatteredskittless · 4 months

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hello!! i saw you wanted requests and I was wondering if you would be willing to write some platonic headcanons for the Hazbin Hotel crew with a reader who has chronic pain. (i totally get if you don't want to) thank you so much and I'm excited to see what you write in the future 😺

Hazbin Hotel Crew x Chronic pain having! GN! Reader

A/n: tysm for the request !! This is my first time writing something like this so I hope it’s okay :3 (if there’s anything I got wrong, please correct me)

Warnings: Mentions of chronic pain and disability (but like.. that’s pretty obvious lol)

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst❌ Smut❌

‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧

📻𖤐 After a while of Alastor observing you, as he does with most, he’d notice your body language and think the way you acted was a bit odd…

📻𖤐 Not in a bad way, he just didn’t understand at first why you sometimes visibly look like you were in pain or even just hobbling around to get somewhere

📻𖤐 it definitely raised his brow…

📻𖤐 Before actually approaching you and asking you about it, I’d like to think he made one of the egg boiz spy on you like he did in that one episode 😭😭

📻𖤐 I don’t know what he was expecting though. The only somewhat valuable piece of information he gathered from what the little talking egg had told him was that it saw you taking pain medication. Which did not narrow it down at all and not much of his curiosity had been quenched quite yet..

📻𖤐 So, one peaceful and early morning in the hotel, he decided it’d be best to just ask you about it.

📻𖤐 “My dear, are you feeling alright? You look to be quite discomforted…?” He’d ask casually as he took a sip from his coffee mug, one brow raised and his eyes fixed on yours, pretending like he hadn’t noticed this before today.

📻𖤐 After a chat, he was informed you had something called “chronic pain”. He asked a few questions, nodding when he got the answers and once he was satisfied, he walked off back to his quarters in the hotel.

📻𖤐 After all, he had so much research to do.

📻𖤐 Adding onto that last once I do feel as though Alastor would do more research on it when you decided to tell him about your condition.

📻𖤐 Mostly for his own benefit of learning something new since he hadn’t heard of this before… but it came in handy if you ever needed a bit of a helping hand.

📻𖤐 Like, if you happened to have a flare up or just a particularly bad day he’d sit with you and made sure you rested up.

📻𖤐 He wouldn’t verbally express it but he did take pity on you. How unfortunate you were in constant agony.

📻𖤐 He is a sadistic little fuck though so he’d probably find it mildly entertaining or at the very least fascinating to see what’d make you tick or was a challenge for you

📻𖤐 Although he’d try to be careful not to push you too much.

‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧

🕸️ᥫ᭡ We all know Angel Dust doesn’t have much of a filter so it wouldn’t take him long to ask you why you could barely stand upright for too long or look like you’re genuinely struggling all the time.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ In fact, he’s more perceptive than people would like to think he is. He noticed it shortly after you two had met.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He’d probably come off a bit strong, saying something along the lines of “toots? Ya alright over there? Ya don’t look so uhhh.. you don’t look too hot.” As he gave you a one over.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ You could tell he wasn’t trying to be insulting to you though, he was just concerned and wanted to know what was troubling you. It showed ever so slightly on the spiders face.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Once you explained to Angel your condition he felt bad. Like, huh? Whatdoya mean you sometimes have trouble even getting outta bed in the morning because of how much pain you’re in?? Sometimes you neglect your own basic needs because you’re in constant pain?

🕸️ᥫ᭡ As he tired to wrap his head around the thought, he’d ask if there’s anything he could do to help. Of course though, there wasn’t much he could do.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ From that day on, Angel would try to make things at least a little easier for you. You had earned the title of his friend, after all. Why would he let his friend suffer alone?

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He loves to cook and is pretty good at it so expect a few homemade meals on him at least a few times <3

🕸️ᥫ᭡ If you ever had a flare up you better fucking believe he’d sit there with you and just talk. He rambles like an old man lol

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Also 100% has movie nights with you with both of you guys’ favourite snacks.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Oh and of course his pig Fat Nuggets would be joining you two

🕸️ᥫ᭡ And thankfully the little guy adores you. Which gains some points with Angel

🕸️ᥫ᭡ The piggy would crawl into your lap if you were up for it. He’s pretty light and his oinks and squeals are bound to make you crack a smile

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel is no stranger to feeling pain, so he knows how much it sucks.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ That’s why I believe he’d be one of the best people to tell. You’re his friend and wants to make sure you’re okay as possible.

‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧

🍺🃁 Husker, much like Angel, would notice almost immediately that something was up with you…

🍺🃁 At first Husk couldn’t place it. He just knew that he didn’t often see you standing up straight for long periods of time and that you looked like you were constantly unwell.

🍺🃁 Was it just bad migraines? He’s never really seen you drunk before so it’s not like it could be really bad hangovers.

🍺🃁 Plus, this has been going on since you arrived here so that seemed highly unlikely.

🍺🃁 Husk was the type of guy to keep it to himself though. If it didn’t concern him, why bother saying anything about it?

🍺🃁 One day though, you sat yourself down at the bar and asked for some water. This time however, you looked worse than usual, practically doubled over as you stared down at the bar.

🍺🃁 Even though Husk usually kept his mouth shut.. he couldn’t help but ask if you had a headache or something and if you needed some migraine medication.

🍺🃁 He wasn’t heartless.

🍺🃁 When you shook your head no slowly and told him you were just having a “flare up” he asked what you meant to which you gave a brief explanation of the condition you have.

🍺🃁 Suddenly, it all made sense. That’s why you looked like you were constantly in pain. It’s because you were.

🍺🃁 He slid you the ice cold water gently and observed you for a few moments before going back to wiping the glasses as he spoke to you.

🍺🃁 “If you need something don’t be afraid to ask for it.” He’d say, his deep voice trying to be as comforting as it can while also maintaining somewhat of a nonchalant tone.

🍺🃁 Then, after that, it became routine for you to sit at the bar with him.

🍺🃁 He definitely wasn’t complaining. It was nice getting to know you and since you had a place to just sit and rest, he got to see you more often.

🍺🃁 you swiftly became good friends with him and he was pretty helpful when it came to your condition.

🍺🃁 he’d do his best to check up on you often :)

‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie heard about your chronic pain from Charlie so there wouldn’t be a need to tell her about it lol

🗡️☪︎ I have a feeling she’d be a little awkward with attempting to help you out…

🗡️☪︎ Like it’s not like she can really make you feel better so it’s a bit of a struggle for her..

🗡️☪︎ But she does try her best though because she cares about you. You’re her friend.

🗡️☪︎ After a few motivational words from Charlie she’s good to go, attempting to comfort you.

🗡️☪︎ I have a feeling she’d try to help by grabbing you stuff you wanted or needed and chatting with you.

🗡️☪︎ She’s actually quite fun to converse with, she’s pretty sweet when she wants to be and can hold good conversations :))

🗡️☪︎ She’s a good listener so if you wanted to vent or just had something on your mind, she’d listen.

🗡️☪︎ During flareups, Vaggie would just stay by your side and wait it out with you, if you needed anything, she’d be on it and would be back pretty fucking quickly too 💀

🗡️☪︎ Would put a random show on if you wanted a distraction and might let you rest your head on her shoulder if you so desired

🗡️☪︎ I can’t think of much else for her other than the fact she’d try her best. Maybe mess up a few times but ultimately she means well and tries to be as understanding as she possibly can be <33

‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧

⭐️☀︎ The first thing you did when you arrived at the hotel was inform the very excited daughter of Lucifer that you had chronic pains so you might have to take it a bit slow when showing you around the Hazbin Hotel..

⭐️☀︎ And of course, Charlie being who she was, was very understanding and accepting of that fact.

⭐️☀︎ She’d heard about your condition before so making accommodations for you wouldn’t be an issue

⭐️☀︎ She’s a sweetheart so quite literally your biggest supporter

⭐️☀︎ Like, oh? You need something??Ohmygodwhydidntyoutellmesoonerhereitis :33

⭐️☀︎ Much like Vaggie, she’d sit and talk with you during your flareups

⭐️☀︎ Maybe make you a tea and discuss future plans and such for the hotel to get your mind off of things. Works sometimes surprisingly enough.

⭐️☀︎ She’s nice to talk to, very comforting vibes

⭐️☀︎ But it may get a bit annoying how many times she asks if you’re sure there’s nothing she can do to make your pain go away somehow lol

⭐️☀︎ Or even just how many times she asks if you need something. “Do you need anything? No? Are you sure? Okay…. But are you really sure?”

⭐️☀︎ Might stress herself out on occasion over it tbh😭🙏

⭐️☀︎ But she only means well, you know that.

⭐️☀︎ Her cat Keekee I’m sure would love to cuddle, the cute cyclopean kitty pushing its forehead against your hand for pets (only if you’re up to it, of course.)

⭐️☀︎ Asides from Angel, Charlie would definitely be the best person to tell in the hotel because like… genuinely she just wants to help In any way she can lol

‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧

🧼𐙚 Niffty is quite blunt as well, very out there and doesn’t really think before she speaks half of the time it just kinda comes out 😭

🧼𐙚 So.. she’d probably take one look at you, and ask why you’re in pain.

🧼𐙚 To which you’d explain to the little one eyed maid your condition, she’d think about it for a moment before asking a shitload of questions about it to which you answer :))

🧼𐙚 Other than that I don’t think Niffty would like… really do much?

🧼𐙚 Maybe clean for you

🧼𐙚 But there’s not much else she would do, realistically, she might forget about it and then ask again. Once you remind her she remembers tho lol

🧼𐙚 During your flareups I do believe like the others she’d sit with you for a while…

🧼𐙚 Before spotting a roach and scurrying off to go take care of the pest. Once done, she’d come back and the cycle repeats.

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/writing/headcanons without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittless

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matrixbearer2024 · 4 months

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Hi!!! I love your Get Off My Screen series so much! I was wondering if I could do a request for that?

Basically the idea is that Vox and the reader are just texting at night maybe and he lets something slip about something he misses from his old life on earth and because of that the reader remembers that the person they’ve been talking to for like over a year by now probably used to be alive and just spends the whole night learning everything they can about vox when he was alive (I imagine this would happen whilst vox was asleep and we’re just googling him) and then maybe I feel like we’d also google Alastor as a joke to see what all the fuss is about and then we find out that the person vox is ~~crushing~~ hating on is a serial killer and then just telling everything we learned when he wakes up.

Sorry if that’s really long I just fell like this is 100% what I would do in this situation

Old Times Gone By

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: I'm so glad you guys are requesting scenarios within the series, heck- I'm glad y'all enjoy it this much already hahaha! This is somewhat of an aftermath to the "You Could Do Better(With Me)" which is why it's not as cheery as the other chapters- but it's definitely not straight up angst. Just vulnerability and late night chatting between friends. Haha "friends"- And as always, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and happy reading!

A/N: Again, I kind of deviated from the prompt a little to better fit the narrative but Reader does know about Alastor and who he is because of Vox's ranting. They're aware that her demonic crush has a weird obsession with a cannibalistic radio serial killer deer dude and it's still not the weirdest thing he's done so far HAHAHAHA

If there was one thing Vox had to say he hated about drinking-

It had to be dealing with the hellish hangovers come morning.

Especially when he'd been wasted the night before.

A sharp jab in his side caused him to wake up this time.

He grunted, nearly falling off his chair when he shifted ever so slightly.

Huh-

Wait, why was he in here???

He could feel the migraine start to pound in his head.

Vox wasn't looking forward to today already.

When he tried to stand up, a clink of a bottle made him look down by his feet.

Picking it up to give the darn thing a once over, he scoffed.

He must have been absolutely hammered to have finished this yesterday.

It was a brand he despised the taste of too.

"Vox-? Oh, you're up."

His head whipped around so quickly once he heard your voice.

When had he even connected to your TV?

Not that he complained, he managed to see you sat up on the couch and stretching.

Your hair stuck up in odd positions and you even looked to be half-awake.

Why was that fucking cute???

"I- mhm. I guess I am. Was I... drinking yesterday?"

"I don't really know, I just knew you were drunk out of your mind last night. I can only see your face remember?"

"Ah... right."

Vox couldn't really bring himself to say much this time, not while he was still trying to grab the bits and pieces of his memory on yesterday's events.

Did he really wander into the monitor room just because he missed you?

That was low, even for him.

"Good morning anyhow, not that I think it would be if you're dealing with a hangover."

Vox just chuckled, watching you get up and disappear from the TV's view.

He wasn't in any mood to work at all, especially when he had a shitty headache to deal with too.

Eh, his empire could last a day without him.

He notified his secretary to just cancel all his duties and appointments for today, just ignoring their panic as you returned back into view.

"What are you holding?"

"Coffee."

"I thought you said you hated coffee?"

"Not hate, I just don't prefer it. But I need the caffeine to function today and I'd rather drink this bean juice than those energy drinks."

Vox wouldn't admit it, but talking to you again was already starting to make him feel a little better.

Especially after your noticeable absence.

He'd rather die again that outright say he missed you, his pride wouldn't allow it.

Cracking his joints, he just watched you sleepily stare up at him from where you sat on the couch.

Granted, it was probably because your TV was probably perched higher or on a shelf.

But Vox still thought you were kind of short.

Not that he had the right to say anything-

He was a 7ft tall giant compared to you.

"Again with the bean juice thing, and what's wrong with energy drinks?"

"They taste like straight up chemicals."

Vox just gave you a weird look when you rolled your eyes at him.

Still you just kept talking to him inbetween taking sips of your hot beverage.

"I'm not surprised you enjoy them, but your palate is probably shit."

"Oh you do not wanna go there-"

"What if I do huh? Watcha gonna do about it?"

Vox just grinned, you getting up to move closer to the screen as you challenged him.

The wide mischievous grin on your face mirrored his own and you both quickly devolved into just either bragging about exotic foods you've eaten-

Or straight up going for the jugular about each other.

"You eat McDonald's daily? I can't believe you'd feed yourself garbage Vox-"

"It's not garbage, and don't act like you've never eaten fast food."

"You are what you eat, I guess!"

"Ohoho! You bitch!"

Vox didn't seem to mind the numbing headache he felt when you were back to being your animated rambunctious self.

He wondered if it was because of the caffeine that made you all hyped up but he couldn't really bring himself to give a shit.

Not when he was still pretty tired.

It seems you noticed his retorts weren't making their usual mark though, and you crossed your arms over your chest while leaning towards the TV screen.

Vox just narrowed his eyes at you in confusion, what were you doing?

"You my good sir, need a hot cup of coffee more than I do. And freshen up while you're at it, I need to go take a shower too anyways."

You-

You did not just do what he think you did.

Were you actually mothering him??

Vox just rolled his eyes at your words, not really intending to go until he realized you weren't budging an inch either.

"Didn't you just say you needed to go clean up?"

"Not leaving till you are."

"Stubborn much?"

"Not that different from you, no."

The tech overlord laughed at your insistence, eventually relenting and disconnecting himself from your devices.

He stretched again when he got up from his chair, picking up the empty alcohol bottle near his feet not intending to clutter up or dirty his workspace.

Vox perked up when his phone buzzed though.

The darn thing catching his attention before he forgot it was there.

He checked on it with his free hand, chuckling when he realized it was just a message from you.

"Go and freshen yourself up, get a cup of coffee too while you're at it. I'll be back soon, kisses!"

You almost caused him to break his phone from the grip he had on it.

Kisses???

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!

Vox seriously stood there staring at his phone for a good ten minutes just buffering and rebooting-

Dude is actually broken the second you do literally anything with vaguely romantic undertones.

Still he stomps all over his own hopes and feelings in fear of misinterpreting your friendliness.

Yeah, both of you were fucking clueless.

You stayed true to your word and did eventually come back after you'd cleaned yourself up.

Vox had just been waiting on your TV again and the screen brightened slightly upon noticing you.

It was a subconscious reaction, don't bring it up or he'll definitely throw a hissy fit.

So that's what you both did the whole day, talking and just catching up.

While Vox did mention you skipped classes for the day, you just shot back that he threw his work to the backburner as well.

Not that he bothered to refute it, instead just moving on with the conversation like normal.

Hours passed and time flew.

Before you knew it, the both of you were talking well into the evening.

"And that's kind of the reason why I think spaghetti is superior to penne."

"Doll, they're straight up just different kinds of pasta."

"The fact there's different kinds of pasta mean that people clearly can't decide on a superior noodle shape."

Yeaaah... your conversations kind of stopped making sense an hour ago.

Not that either of you minded, even laughing about some stupid thing way into the AM.

"So like- he thought he was really some hot shit taking on the leader of the exorcists but he got his ass absolutely handed to him!"

"Bro almost got turned into demonic venison HAHAHAHA!"

Though of course, late night conversations always went deeper than those normally held within the day.

"Say... Vox?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you miss being alive? With, ya know- talking to me and all."

Vox paused slightly, it's been a long time since he reminisced of his living days.

When was the last time he even did?

"Not necessarily, I miss some things but not a whole lot."

"Like what? When did you die???"

"Hm... I don't remember the exact date, but sometime in the fifties?"

Vox recoiled when you just gawked at his screen, why did you react like that?

"Holy shit! You're fucking ancient!"

"Haha... very funny doll, I'm not that old! I died in my thirties."

"Ehhhh? You're not much older than I am then. How??"

"Don't remember, it was a long long time ago."

You made a weird face at him, to which Vox just smiled and chuckled.

It was the same expression you wore when trying to figure things out.

As... weird and cute as it may be.

Then you suddenly yawned, causing the tech overlord to consequently do the same.

Something you poked fun at him for since when did TVs yawn apparently.

Rolling his eyes, Vox took a glance at his internal clock.

It was four in the morning?!

How long had you both been talking????

"Vox? You good?"

Apparently his bewilderment was evident on the screen, so he just switched his attention back to you.

Vox's screen glitched slightly when he was caught off guard by how close you got to the TV.

Almost all up in his face even.

"Y-Yeah, just zZst- fine. Say... Doll, do you know what time it is?"

"Uhhhh- no, not really- why?"

"It's four in the morning."

"And?"

"You need to sleep?"

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to the TV, plopping down on the couch with a pout.

"Hey."

You ignored him.

"Heeeeeey-"

Vox couldn't help but chortle from your antics, you really seemed like a grumpy child right now.

"Look dollface, I don't want the fun to end either but we've still got tomorrow."

"I don't wanna say goodnight. You're just going to disconnect when I do."

"What, you can't expect me to fall asleep hooked up to all your stuff again can you? My chair isn't the most comfortable place to fall asleep."

"Still!"

Vox rubbed his face with a sigh, he felt the inexplicable urge to just pinch your cheeks.

He would if he could but he didn't exactly have hands as a TV.

Why did you have to be so cute?

"How about this? I'll stick around until you pass out. You won't even notice I'm gone come morning."

"Fineeeeeee."

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep on the couch.

Similarly to yesterday, you were just haphazardly sprawled across the furniture with a thin blanket to cover you.

Despite his words, Vox still stuck around for a while to make sure you were asleep.

You looked so serene while you rested, like you didn't have any worries.

The overlord let out a tired sigh, he'll just stick around for another five minutes.

Just a little longer in this peaceful moment with you.

Vox totally fell asleep in his chair again, he woke up that morning in an awkward position feeling more sore than ever too.

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"MORNING VOXYYY!!!"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

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engagedlesbiansblog · 2 years

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Hello! Can you be so kind as to match me up with a hazbin/helluva character?😁

The name is Nicole/Nick depending on my mood. I am a genderfluid, Omnisexual, and amnipoly. Basically open to anyone!

Zodiac: Libra sun, Pisces moon, Leo ascendant, scorpio Mars and venus

Looks: 5' 4.5" tall, fem presentive, lighter skin, hourglass shape, large tatas, thicc behind, muscled biceps and calves, I take pride in my defined abs, and hate my tiny hands. I have light stretch lines on the tops of my breasts, and darker ones on the insides of my thighs 😏, I have dark blond hair in a 70's shag with lighter blond tips. Dark blue-green eyes that shift with my mood, what clothes I am wearing, the lighting, and my surroundings. I also have glasses but I am getting lasik so I wont need them anymore. I might still wear them without lenses tho.

Likes: homicide (solving cases not causing them, but I am morally gray enough if it came to me living in hell I wouldn't hesitate), science, tech, music (I hate heavy rock), vintage fashion (1800s to 1950's), history, foreign things, learning, reading, dancing and singing, cleaning, playing card or board games, winning, fantasy or real animals, myths/folktales, baking, sweet things, old fashion sports, manners, art (not modern), swimming, my grandmother, the color blue (except light blue), mysteries, pirates, fire, lastly modern comics.

Hate/dislike: the colors orange and brick red, most video games, modern art but it's just painting a red dot and calling it a day, loud random noises, getting stains on fabric, bitter coffee, spicy and sour foods, not knowing things, my mother (most of my family really), not being able to touch the bottom of the the open water that I am in, bad manners, making stupid decisions, losing, being manipulated, bad liars, abusive parents, to many ads on the radio, setting the table wrong, modern sports like basketball and foot ball, drinking/smoking around children, bad grammar, tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squash, red potatoes, cheddar cheese, pepper jack cheese, pumpkin

Personality: basic bitch, overly sensitive on the inside but cover it with harsh remarks cue kicked puppy feelers, will stab someone on a bad day (might do it if overly bored), easily excitable, mom friend, morning person and a night owl, hand me a child that is under the age of 6 and it is mine and I will be it's new mother, horse girl,

Flaws: high functioning autistic, abusive mom, father whom I have never met, dyslexia, OCD, ADD, ADHD, my trama induced stutter (not that bad but still there), second guessing myself, seperation and normal anxiety, pettiness, anger issues, people call me a basic white girl all the time, hypersexual*, asthma (only affects continual exercise),

* if my partner dislikes sex than I respect it and there space

Ex. If a cat was a human that would be me, I love staring jugementaly at people, I also know some French, Latin, Elizabethan English, I can read Spanish, and enjoy laying in the sun wherever that my be.

If you cant do this it fine!😘👑

Let me start off by saying this . . . .

I'm stuck between Sir Pentious and Alastor. Sir Pentious came to mind when you spoke of the 1800s part and Alastor when you said the early 1900s but another one I'm stuck on is Husk. I can see you with these three mainly do to the fact of you have a little bit of everything. But I mainly see you being a protective bestie too Alastor.... So I really can see you with Sir Pentious.

With Sir Pentious I can only think he would love your curvy figure if anything he would worship it. He comes from the late 1800s and is very gentlemanly when it comes to the one he is "courting" as he would put it.

Same with Alastor. He is more so gentlemanly all around. But I can see y'all being the best of friends if anything so mainly it'll be Sir Pentious.

The way you met Sir Pentious is when you were hanging with Alastor. Pentious trying to start a war with Alastor and you not liking the fact that your besties time is being taken by this snake of a man

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You: "um excuse me can you not bother us I'm tryin to have a conversation"

Sir Pentious: "Little missy don't bud into overlord business"

You: "excuse me first of all don't just assume my gender I will peg your ass so hard you'll think your a woman. Second of all you aren't even an overlord... You're a wannabe."

Sir Pentious: "I will murder you"

You:

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Now how y'all started to actually be friends was when y'all ran into each other at a shabby bar. You being mad that you couldn't get a proper buzz from the Alcohol. Then in came Sir Pentious and your just like

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Sir Pentious: "well look who we have here the pinstripe freaks friend"

You: "hey that's my bestie your talking about. This alcohol is not working so I suggest you get your tail untwisted before I absolutely eradicate it."

Sir Pentious: "well of course not this bar sucks"

You: "then why are you here?"

Sir Pentious: "I was here to meet someone but I think I found someone more interesting"

You:

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Now how y'all dated was completely different. He saw you out with someone else and got jealous like really jealous. And you weren't even dating this person. *Que flash back*

Sir Pentious: "Nicole/Nick, who's this?"

You: "This is a friend of mine Loona"

Sir Pentious: "Well nice to meet you Loona"

You: "Well what are you doing here"

Sir Pentious: "I was ya know starting turf wars and all but I saw you and thought you were on a date."

You: "oh and if I was?"

Sir Pentious: "well I would've had to stop it."

You: "Don't tell me you're jealous"

You absolutely said this with an evil smirk. You did an uno reverse on his ass and left him shocked.

"I wouldn't mind courting you" he said blushing.

"and I wouldn't mind being courted"

Again left him absolutely speechless.

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So after that y'all started to hangout a lot more flirted as the courting started. I can't stress enough He Is A GENTLEMAN. GENTLEMAN in all caps. He holds the door for you, takes you out, treats you like the queen/king you are and respect's you all the way ✨😩 (I'm kinda jealous now). And Y'all have phone convos. I'm sure you taught him how to use it. Like Instagram.

Sir Pentious: Hello, My queen 👑, just checking on you.

You: awe honey, I'm fine just out with Angel and Cherry Bomb.

Sir Pentious:

You:

(I'll do the Hazbin in a little bit)

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #angel dust hazbin hotel #sir pentious #hazbin #sir pentious hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin sir pentious

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ace-culture-is · 3 years

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*insert all of the emojis* Haha jk jk.... Unless?

Is that a fucking challenge anon because I accept

👌Name(s)? Sascha, Bee, Alley-cat, Alastor, SB, Sea Bunny

👏Pronouns? They/Them, bee/bee/ber/bees/beeself, fae/faem/faer/faers/faeself, fuz/fuz/fuer/fuers/fuzself

🔐Relationship Status? Single as fuck

🌈Orientation(s)? Basic answer: Non-binary aroace Long answer: Non-binary lesbian oriented aroace

🐉Zodiac Sign? Libra

🌌What animal year were you born? Monkey

💅Do you wear makeup? Hell to the no

😳Any way to make you blush? Compliment me, my art, or comment on my fics

✨Favourite aesthetic? Lovecore 🖤

👀Celebrity crush? AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

💝Favourite Colour(s)? Sea green, purple, pastel blue, magenta, maroon

🔮Any advice you would have given 10 y/o you? Just work on work ethic and don’t stress. It gets bad but it’ll get better.

🌅Are you a morning or night person? Laughs in exhausted pigeon

🍀Whats your favourite season? Fall

🍺Favourite drink? Hot chocolate or coffee, both fuck with my bowels

🎃Favourite holiday? Halloween

🎁Birthday? Oct. 6th, 2004

🎗Are you religious? I try not to be

🔗Are you a safe person to talk to about *XYZ*? In general, I’m very non-judgmental so chances are, the answer is yes.

🚩What country are you from? ‘Merica

⚡Ever had a Greek Mythology phase? Still in it~

🎒What year of school are you in? Sophomore in highschool. 10th grade

🌁Are you from the city or country? City AND country

👾Do you believe in aliens? Yes

🐒Do you believe in evolution? Yep

🐞Are you afarid of insects? And if so, which ones? Do slugs count as insects?

⏰what time is it currently for you? 12:45

📞Do you prefer to text or call? - . -..- -

✈Have you ever been out of the country? Nope!

#asking an ace #ask mod anything #not ace culture

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fireturtlepagan · 5 years

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The gods and their (mostly) coffee/ chocolate-y beverage/ tea orders

Also what they are god off cause ~learning~

Achelois doesn’t like hot beverages or chocolate would like ice water with lemon though

A minor moon goddess whose name means “she who washes away pain”.

Alectrona any coffee is good coffee

An early Greek goddess of the sun, daughter of Helios and Rhode, and possibly goddess of the morning.

Amphitrite s’mores Frappuccino

Greek goddess of the sea, wife of Poseidon and a Nereid.

Antheia tea, just the tea, nothing in it

Goddess of gardens, flowers, swamps, and marshes.

Apate Extra chocolate milkshake

Goddess of gardens, flowers, swamps, and marshes.

Aphrodite a tall beverage. Doesn’t care what’s in it just likes the small cups. Drinks like 5 at a time.

Goddess of love and beauty and married to Hephaestus.

Artemis mocha

Virginal goddess of the hunt and twin sister of Apollo.

Até “this is bean juice” (black coffee)

Greek goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin, and folly.

Athena don’t care give me the caffeine (loves iced coffee most)

Goddess of wisdom, poetry, art, and war strategy. Daughter of Zeus and born from his forehead fully grown, wearing battle armour.

Bia doesn’t like coffee likes frozen hot chocolate or just chocolate milk is just milk an option cause if it is just milk

The goddess of force and raw energy, daughter of Pallas and Styx, and sister of Nike, Kratos, and Zelus.

Brizo Irish coffee

Ancient Greek prophet goddess who was known as the protector of mariners, sailors, and fishermen.

Circe “coffee as dark as my hatred for men”

A goddess of magic who transformed her enemies, or those that insulted her, into beasts.

Cybele southern sweet tea

The Greek goddess of caverns, mountains, nature and wild animals.

Demeter doesn’t like coffee much but will drink it on occasion prefers iced tea

Goddess of agriculture, fertility, sacred law and the harvest.

Eileithyia Caramel Frappuccino

Goddess of childbirth, referred to by Homer as “the goddess of the pains of birth”.

Elpis peppermint mocha

The spirit and personification of hope. Hope was usually seen as an extension to suffering by the Greek, not as a god.

Enyo that chocolate that’s like a shot of espresso or whatever

Minor goddess of war and destruction, the companion and lover of the war god Ares and connected to Eris.

Eos yes to all

A Titaness and the goddess of the dawn.

Eris Red Bull

Greek goddess of chaos, strife and discord and connected to the war-goddess Enyo.

Gaia homemade hot coco, your grandmothers recipe, the one passed down by the generations full of love and memories

The primal Greek goddess of the Earth. Known as the great mother of all and often referred to as “Mother Earth”.

Harmonia espresso au lait

The Greek goddess of harmony and concord.

Hebe hot chocolate-y milk

Goddess of eternal youth.

Hecate coffee with sugar

The goddess of magic, crossroads, moon, ghosts, witchcraft and necromancy (the undead).

Hemera chai latte

Primordial goddess of the day, daytime and daylight. Daughter to Erebus and Nyx (the goddess of night).

Hera just needs caffeine please (1 creamer 2 sugars)

Goddess of goddesses, women, and marriage. Married to Zeus and known as Queen of the Gods.

Hestia hot chocolate with either cinnamon stick or a peppermint stick

goddess of the hearth, home, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state. Also one of the Hesperides.

Hygea loose leaf tea, preferably locally grown

Goddess of good health, cleanliness, and sanitation. This is where the word “hygiene” comes from.

Iris iced matcha latte

Greek goddess of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. She is also known as one of the goddesses of the sea and the sky.

Mania likes watching milk mix into the coffee but not drinking it

Spirit goddess of insanity, madness, crazed frenzy and the dead.

Nemesis stealing it from Dionysus

The goddess of retribution and personification of vengeance.

Nike just a little milk in either

Goddess of victory, known as the Winged Goddess of Victory.

Nyx milk and honey

Primordial goddess of the night.

Peitho cinnamon hot chocolate

Greek goddess of persuasion and seduction.

Persephone iced white mocha with raspberry or strawberry

Goddess of vegetation and spring and queen of the underworld. Lives off-season in the underworld as the wife of Hades.

Pheme a latte

The goddess of fame, gossip and renown. Her favour is notability, and her wrath is scandalous rumors.

Rhea steamed milk with vanilla or hazelnut

Titaness and goddess of nature. Daughter of the earth goddess Gaia and the sky god Uranus, and known as “the mother of gods”.

Selene white hot chocolate with almond milk

Goddess of the Moon

Styx pumpkin spice

Goddess of the river Styx and a Naiad who was the first to aid Zeus in the Titan war.

Terpsichore honey latte

Goddess of dance and chorus and one of the nine Muses.

Themis like 3 gallons of espresso

Ancient Greek Titaness and goddess of divine order, law, natural law and custom.

Thetis tea with looooots of honey basically just warm honey water

Sea nymph, goddess of water and one of the fifty Nereids, daughters of the ancient sea god Nereus. Also a shapeshifter and a prophet.

Tyche Starbucks pink drink

Goddess of prosperity and fortune.

Aeolus unsweetened ice tea

Greek god of the winds and air

Aether steamed milk with cinnamon

Primordial god of the upper air, light, the atmosphere, space and heaven.

Alastor one sugar in tea or coffee

God of family feuds and avenger of evil deeds.

Apollo decaf

Olympian god of music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light and knowledge.

Ares mocha Frappuccino

God of war. Represented the physical, violent and untamed aspect of war.

Aristaeus tea he made himself

Minor patron god of animal husbandry, bee-keeping, and fruit trees. Son of Apollo.

Asclepius all the tea or black coffee

God of medicine, health, healing, rejuvenation and physicians.

Attis just water please

A minor god of vegetation, fruits of the earth and rebirth.

Caerus nitro cold brew

Minor god of opportunity, luck and favorable moments.

Cronos peach tea with cream

The god of time. Not to be confused with Cronus, the Titan father of Zeus.

Crios decaf with cream and sugar

The Titan god of the heavenly constellations and the measure of the year..

Cronus vanilla Frappuccino with no coffee

God of agriculture, leader and the youngest of the first generation of Titans and father of the Titans. Not to be confused with Cronos, god of time.

Deimos earl grey tea with cream

Deimos is the personification of dread and terror.

Dionysus either like a tiny bit of coffee in a milkshake or espresso directly into his veins

An Olympian god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness, religious ecstasy and theatre.

Erebus iced coffee with vanilla and milk

Primordial god of darkness.

Eros strawberry Frappuccino

God of sexual desire, attraction, love and procreation.

Hades vanilla latte with soy milk

God of the Dead and Riches and King of the Underworld.

Helios chocolate and peanut butter hot chocolate

God of the Sun and also known as Sol.

Hephaestus iced tea with lemonade

God of fire, metalworking, stone masonry, forges and the art of sculpture. Created weapons for the gods and married to Aphrodite.

Hermes matcha

God of trade, thieves, travelers, sports, athletes, and border crossings, guide to the Underworld and messenger of the gods.

Hymenaios cold brew

God of marriage ceremonies, inspiring feasts and song.

Hypnos doesn’t like the way caffeine makes him feel so he drinks decaf

The Greek god of sleep.

Kratos Oreo milkshake

God of strength and power.

Momus gingerbread latte

God of satire, mockery, censure, writers and poets and a spirit of evil-spirited blame and unfair criticism.

Morpheus peppermint mocha

God of dreams and sleep – has the ability to take any human form and appear in dreams.

Paean London fog with lavender

The physician of the Olympian gods.

Pan mint tea

God of nature, the wild, shepherds, flocks, goats, mountain wilds, and is often associated with sexuality. Also a satyr (half man, half-goat).

Plutus hot chocolate with caramel

The Greek god of wealth.

Poseidon chai

Olympian Greek god of the sea, earthquakes, storms, and horses.

Priapus black coffee or coffee with creamer

Minor rustic fertility god, protector of flocks, fruit plants, bees and gardens and known for having an enormous penis.

Thanatos butterscotch iced coffee

A minor god and the god of death.

Triton sea salt caramel Frappuccino

Messenger of the sea and the son of Poseidon and Amphitrite.

Zelus lemonade

The god of dedication, emulation, eager rivalry, envy, jealousy, and zeal.

Zues lil bitch juice

God of the sky, lightning, thunder, law, order, justice, King of the Gods and the “Father of Gods and men”.

#witchcraft #gods #greek gods #goddesses #pagan #associations

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cultureaddictconfessions · 6 years

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Cubicles - A Marauders x Reader Office AU {Choose Your Own Ending!}

*Hi friends! This is an experimental fic~ I wanted to try a new method of storytelling that I haven’t ever used before. SO when you get to the bottom of the story, you’ll see 5 title options for how your story will end! Shoot me a message or comment on the story with the title you choose, and I’ll message you with the end of your little office adventure! Sound good? As always, Y/N=your name, and Y/L/N=your last name. I’m excited to see what y’all think. Please let me know if you like Choose Your Own Endings and if there’s any other AU’s you’d love to read! Thanks~ Bri :)*

Fridays were the most interesting day of the week at your job, mostly because you never knew what crazy things people would get up to having already reached the “weekend mood.” This particular Friday was unusual. James Potter had planned an after-work rooftop happy hour event. You had promised him that you would help set-up after lunch, after getting the boss’ approval. It was basically impossible for anyone to say no to James anyway, which is probably why he was labeled “most promising” in the marketing department.

You arrived at the entrance and held your bag out to the security guard Alastor. He cut an imposing figure but was mostly a kind person once you got to know him. He had a different greeting for everyone who came through.

“Wotcher, Y/N. Are ye staying for Potter’s party this evening?”

“I haven’t decided yet, Alastor, but I’m obligated to help him get it ready so I’m sure I’ll be roped into staying for it.” He nodded, raising an eyebrow knowingly. As you bid him adieu, you heard someone else calling to you from the elevators.

“Shall I wait for you, Y/N? Don’t want to leave you stranded down here!” Remus Lupin, a sweet young man from the accounting department, stood waiting in the lift. He was incredibly intelligent but rather reserved. He seemed to be rather fond of you, however,, and would always engage in conversation when he saw you. You slipped into the elevator and gave him a smile.

“Morning, Remus. Thanks for not abandoning me! Are you prepared for James’ fete tonight?” You chuckled and Remus rolled his eyes, sighing.

“I would much rather go home and relax with a book and cup of tea, but James would just come and drag me anyway, so I suppose I’m as ready as I will ever be.”

You laughed together, then began chatting about the weekend during the rest of the short ride. Remus looked at you as the bell chimed at the top floor and beamed, gesturing outward.

“Ladies first, of course. I suppose I’ll see you later, yes? Have a good rest of the day, if you can, Y/N…” You smiled back sweetly and waved goodbye.

You clocked in soon after and breezed through the kitchen, noticing the breakfast snacks that Peter Pettigrew always brought. He was one of the nicest, most excitable assistants in the office.

You filled up your water bottle before arriving at your desk, on top of which was a little box with a handwritten note.

‘Happy Friday Y/N! I remembered you said you like swiss rolls, so I made one special to cheer you up since I know you have to help James today. Hehe ^^ Hope to see you later at the party. Tell me if you like it! ~ Peter’

You wrinkled your nose in delight as you untied the ribbon around the little parcel. For some reason, Peter was especially doting on you, perhaps because you didn’t act as patronizing as many of your other office mates. You took a forkful and swallowed, eyes glazing over in euphoria. It was as great as any of his other confections. You would be sure to tell him how much you enjoyed it later!

Half an hour later, a gust of wind whipped past your desk and you glimpsed a trail of red hair flash by. You looked up to a porcelain white hand holding coffee.

“You wouldn’t BELIEVE the traffic today… of course, when I have to give someone a review… couldn’t possibly… Here you go, Y/N! Sorry, I didn’t get whipped cream on it because they didn’t have dome lids.”

You looked up to see your very flustered best friend Lily Evans. Every day without fail, she would bring you coffee; she was very sweet and supportive, and honestly made each day at work more bearable. You had plans on Saturday to be lazy in bed at her house watching whatever Muggle show she was secretly obsessed with lately. This was a fairly common routine between the two of you. However…

“It’s okay, Lils, I don’t expect you to bring coffee every day, this is more than enough, thanks! Hey… you um, well here… first, have a bite of this little entremet Peter gave me. It’s so so good, I thought I was going to cry a little.”

Lily chuckled as she put her bag down, then looked at you suspiciously. “What do you need to tell me that you feel you have to butter me up with sweets, Y/N?” She put her stern face on as she took a bite and momentarily melted.

You were rather nervous to remind Lily of what was happening today.

“Uuuuuuhh… I just wanted to remind you that James’ after-work event is today. I’m helping set up after lunch near the end of the day… I know you aren’t interested in going but I thought I should tell you in case they feed me drinks and I show up to Lazy Saturday hungover.” You blushed, shuffling your feet as you looked away from your best friend.

Everyone in the office, and probably the whole world, knew that Lily Evans had a special kind of disdain for James Potter and his “arrogant bully toerag” demeanor. She made it a point to never show up to his events and in general avoided him as much as wizardly possible. Of course, considering they both worked in the same building, it was somewhat difficult not to see him during the day, but Lily did her darndest. She never asked you to behave differently toward him based on her distaste, but it was still a sore subject.

“… Well as long as you show up at some point, it doesn’t matter to me. I know you like getting out and socializing… and it helps that most of the guys in this office have a bit of a crush on you. I guess have fun… and behave. I don’t trust those nerds, even if they are mostly harmless. You can definitely do better.” Lily sighed but shrugged off the whole event, which didn’t completely assuage your guilt, but at least you figured you could go and not piss her off. It would’ve been better if she would come with you, but you knew she would never agree to it. You supposed you would have to entertain your so-called admirers until you were too tired to put up a facade.

You spent the rest of the morning working on copy for a panel that the company would be holding in a week or so. Your boss, Ms. Rita Skeeter, stalked past your desk a few times, eyeing you like a hawk to make sure you were on task. She was one of the scariest people you interacted with, even if she wasn’t that much older than you. She just happened to be the junior editor, so you reported to her on all of your assignments.

It was getting close to lunchtime, but you hadn’t gotten more than halfway through the write-up. You sighed, looking at the clock and hearing some of the other people around you getting up to go downstairs to the Friday Fare. Your office would cater lunch every Friday with a buffet-style collection of foods from different vendors. It was actually pretty nice, considering that the company wasn’t a huge corporation. Unfortunately, it seemed like you wouldn’t be able to get down there until everything disappeared. Just then, you felt a presence breathing softly in front of the wall behind your computer. When you didn’t look up, they spoke.

“Hey Y/N, happy Friday. That time again… come have lunch with us! The company is infinitely better if you grace us with your presence, you know. It certainly helps reign James’ talking in.” Sirius Black. You knew it was him without even glancing up because this was his routine with you. Every day he’d invite you to lunch with him and the rest of his friends, who mainly consisted of James, Remus and Peter, and, occasionally, other members of the office. Everyone knew he was the biggest flirt of anyone on your floor, which particularly peeved Lily whenever she saw him talking to you. But she wasn’t here now…

“I would love to, Sirius, but I have to finish this write-up. I can’t take lunch until I’m done or Rita will have my head. I really appreciate the invite, though.”

“Come on, love, she’ll understand. You have to take lunch sometime! How can you get work done on an empty stomach? They have pasta today and I know you like it. I’m going to start to think you’re ignoring me on purpose, y’know.” You blushed.

“I think you’re rather difficult to ignore considering you come to my desk every day, Sirius. Really, I’m not trying to avoid you, I promise. I just…” Just as you looked up into his unfathomably grey eyes, you both heard a sharp cough and turned. Rita appeared beside Sirius, her eyes narrowed at him. It was his turn to blush.

“Mr. Black, I would very much appreciate if you would let my writer do her work. Our team is very stringent about deadlines, in case you were unaware.” Her tone was acrid and gave you chills. However, Sirius looked unfazed, even determined.

“Rita, Rita, Rita… you can’t possibly expect Y/N to get her work done when she’s hungry! Everyone else is at lunch and she’s here toiling her health away!” Rita continued to glare at him, and no matter how charming he was, she’d shrug.

“Disappear, Mr. Black! If I see you draped over Miss Y/L/N’s desk again, I’ll have to speak to your direct superior. She can take her lunch when she is finished!” Rita took a step toward him and he held up his hands finally in submission, casting a sidelong glance at you.

You frowned as he walked off, leaving you alone with Rita. She gave you a final look before striding back to her office. At that moment, your stomach grumbled, and you spent the next ten minutes looking miserably at your screen, confused as to why you felt so bothered by that whole exchange.

Resigned to your choice, you went back to your document and toiled dutifully until you finally finished just as everyone was coming back from lunch. You sighed, knowing that by this point there was probably no point in going downstairs because the buffet would be mostly cleared out.

Lily had taken a half-day because she had a doctor’s appointment to go to around 3. Even though she didn’t need one or care about whether she had one, it was a great alibi for skipping out on James’ party, much to his chagrin.

You were about to get up to clock out and maybe run down the street to grab a cup of noodles from the grocery when that warm but looming presence reappeared in your vicinity. You barely registered a hand passing your shoulder and placing something on the desk in front of you. You gasped and turned back.

“Sirius… you brought me…” You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as Sirius smiled down at you. A full plate of food with everything you could’ve wanted.

“After that conversation, I figured you’d never make it down in time and I didn’t want you to miss anything just because of Madame Sourpuss, so I just… hopefully, you like it. I asked everyone what they thought you might want.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically shy and bashful. You beamed.

“I really appreciate it, thank you. And Sirius…?” He was about to leave, nodding his welcome, but you stopped him, a gentle tug at his sleeve.

“Next time maybe I can just join you guys for lunch, yeah?” You gave him a warm smile.

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he quirked up the corner of his mouth. “W… I’d like that.”

Just as you turned back to the desk, you could’ve sworn you saw him wink at you from the corner of your eye. You wolfed down every morsel gratefully and felt re-energized to take on the evening. You submitted your write-up to Rita after lunch and proceeded to take the stairs up to the rooftop to find James. Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight, so you called out to him.

“James? It’s Y/N! I am here and at your disposal!” You chirped, walking diagonally across the pallet floor. The view was a lovely city panorama all around.

Just then, messy hair popped out from behind a curtain on the opposite side of the roof. There was a makeshift photo booth setup, and James had apparently been inside it when you arrived upstairs. He stepped out gingerly and gave you a big grin as he walked over, his glasses slightly lopsided from working.

“Hey Y/N! I was hoping you’d show up sometime soon, I’m having quite a time with getting all this together. I wouldn’t say decorating is my strong suit, so if you can help me with that, I would truly appreciate it. You look nice! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear trousers like that before. Very… chic? Totally fashion.” His sincerity and awkwardness were rather charming, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Happy to help! Why thank you, yes chic is a good word. I’m probably going to change for later, though, wanna step up my game for your shindig.” You wrinkled your nose and you both laughed. James did a little dance move and led you to where some decorations were. You made quick work of it, yelling across the roof to keep up your conversation.

He may have seemed like this office golden boy, but honestly, James was such a nerd. He loved talking about pop culture and the music he’d been trying to learn on his guitar. You understood why Lily had a problem with him, especially because of his antagonistic relationship with her former best friend Severus, but now that she had cut ties with him, you wondered what kept her resentment for James burning. She was her own person, however, so you didn’t think it was a problem for you to be friendly with James. He always tried to be kind to you, and no matter his motives, you didn’t feel the need to make any enemies in the office. It was already hard enough having Rita as your boss. Finally, James finished what he was doing with the DJ booth and came over to admire your handiwork. String lights and beads and everything James had thought screamed “Carnevale” was perfectly arranged around the rooftop space.

“You really are a decorating wizard, Y/N! I, um, really appreciate the help… and the company.” James ran his hand through his already rumpled hair and blushed, causing you to smile sheepishly. As James took a step closer to you, you were both startled at the door opening. Mary MacDonald appeared, her dark, curly hair blowing in the wind. She stopped when she noticed the two of you.

“Oh, dears! Am I… interrupting something?” A wry grin crossed her lips. You vigorously shook your head, which caused a little frown to form on James’ face. He walked over to Mary briskly, putting his arm around her shoulder affectionately.

“No, you’re just early, Mary Mary Quite Contrary! Let me show you around though.” They gave you a passing nod as they walked toward the punch bowl. You felt a little hurt by that dismissal, so you decided to go downstairs and change before the party. You already knew James was a flirt; you don’t know why you expected that you were special or different than any of the other girls to him. Maybe that was the reality of what Lily saw—that James was a player and a showman, and was always just looking for attention and validation.

You grabbed your bag with clothes from your desk and headed toward the bathroom, almost bumping into Peter Pettigrew as you walked inattentively.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you all day! We were hoping you’d come to lunch but Sirius told us that Ms. Skeeter was on your case again. Did you… did you like the cake?” The sting that had been bubbling in your stomach from James’ dismissive behavior settled as Peter mumbled sweetly to you. You remembered the roll from this morning; the taste pleasurably crossed your tongue at the thought.

“Yes Pete, you know how she gets… Next time, I swear! Absolutely did, it was… delightful! One of the best confections I’ve ever tasted. You’re really a talent with food, Peter.” You gave him a sparkling smile, which made him turn a bright shade of crimson.

“I’ve been practicing a lot, it’s nothing really. I have fun with it, learning new things… And it’s nice to have such a lovely taster…” He mumbled shyly, looking back and forth from the floor to your face. He really was a sweetheart.

“Well, I’m happy to oblige anytime! I have to go change, but I’ll see you up there at the party, yes?” You reached out and gave his arm an encouraging squeeze, and he nodded immediately, still furiously blushing. You giggled a bit and gave him a final wave before turning tail and heading into the restroom. You paused for a moment, thinking back through the day. You texted Lily to reassure her that no funny business was happening yet, and she sent you a photo of her and her cat curled up on her windowsill. For someone so sociable, Lily could really be a homebody when she wanted.

You tucked your phone away and slipped into something a little more fun than your “totally fashion” work attire. There were plenty of activities to get involved with set up throughout the party. Besides the photobooth and food, there were Carnevale-themed drinking games, as well as a designated dance floor in front of the DJ table. And, if you didn’t feel like any of that, the ivy canopy had a few comfy chairs to sit in and have a conversation.

After touching up the rest of your appearance, you made your way back through the office and up to the roof. The door was already open, so you stepped out onto the pallet floor, the sunset painted across the sky and alighting all around the party. There were already quite a few people there that you recognized. Marlene McKinnon, one of Lily’s other friends who worked in the PR department, was sipping on a plastic cup of what looked to be firewhisky as Caradoc Dearborn from accounts payable chatted animatedly at her. Dorcas Meadowes and Alice Fortescue, the editorial assistants, were whispering to each other near the dancefloor, throwing occasional glances at a group of guys who were laughing at something on one of their phones. Some of the people nearby who saw you enter greeted you and complimented your outfit, to your excitement.

As you made your way through the crowd, you were soon spotted by the group of guys who had been huddled together earlier, eliciting crows and wolf whistles and cheers as they all made their way over to you, greeting you warmly. You could tell that some of them had already started drinking (James and Peter,) but everyone was genuinely glad you’d finally arrived. Surrounded by all these friendly companions, you decided that tonight was going to be fun after all.

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A Woman Scorned (Chp 4)

A/N: Hello beautiful people! Another Saturday means another chapter. And this one is a LONG one! But it's good; this is where the interesting stuff start happening 😉 hope you enjoy it!

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Four: Something Better

I never know what to do on my days off from work. When Jason and I could tolerate each other, we would go see a movie together or go out to lunch. But nowadays, I often sit around the condo bored out of my mind. However, today was a little bit different. It was around 9:00 that morning when I awoke to a text message from Alastor. My eyes widened upon seeing his name pop up on my phone screen. I looked over to see Jason still asleep when I picked up my phone to read his message:

Alastor: Good morning my dear. I was wondering if you would like to grab a cup of coffee with me? There's a nice little café near your office that I wanted to check out.

I raised a curious eyebrow as I studied his message. Was this a way of him asking me out or something? My mind raced with so many thoughts of the intention of his message, and as if he was reading my mind, Alastor sent a follow up message.

Alastor: You must be thinking that I'm asking you on a date. And as tempting as that may be, I just want to catch up with you. As a friend.

I exhaled the breath that I was holding in my throat. Typical me to jump to conclusions that I shook my head and facepalmed myself at my foolishness. Alastor has been my client for about a week now, so most of the meetings we've had were just business meetings at the office. I thought it would be nice to catch up with him outside of work, just as old friends. I smiled at his message and responded back.

Ava: That sounds lovely. I go there before work all the time. Give me 20 minutes?

Alastor: Sounds wonderful. I'll see you soon, love

Even through a text message, Alastor just exudes charm and flattery. I chuckled before getting out of bed to get ready. All of a sudden, Jason stirred from his sleep and caught me getting out of bed.

"Where the hell are you going?" Jason grumbled sleepily. "I thought you don't work today."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "First off, good morning to you too. Second, since when do you care about where I go on my days off?"

Jason rolled his eyes and groaned. "Just answer me, Ava."

I scoffed inwardly. The nerve of this bastard. "Well, if you must know, I'm going out with a friend for coffee."

"Can you bring me back something?" he asked.

"We have coffee in the kitchen," I retorted. "Go make some yourself."

"Ugh, Ava I don't feel like arguing with you today. I was out late last night drinking and…"

"And how is that my problem?" I said bitterly.

"Look, can you just fucking bring something back for me!?" Jason almost yelled, his eyes flaring up.

I startled at how loud he got, flinching away from him. Jason's face softened a bit and he spoke more calmly.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to yell at you like that." He sat up from the bed as he reached for my hand and grabbed it. I still sat there tense as he rubbed the knuckles on my hand. "All I want is a cup of coffee and a poppyseed muffin. Please babe? That's all I want," he cooed as he gently brushed his lips against my hand.

I sat there utterly confused. Why the hell is he being so nice to me now? The logical part of me thought it was his way of manipulating me, controlling me to do what he wants. But, once again, I listened to the lovestruck part of me believing he was sincere about his apology. God, I really wanted to punch myself sometimes.

"Okay," I whispered. "I'll bring something back for you honey."

Jason grinned at me and kissed my cheek. "Thank you," he whispered in my ear causing me to shiver uncomfortably.

All of a sudden, Jason's phone rang and he immediately picked it up, shielding who was calling him from my field of view. He looked over his shoulder at me.

"I need to take this," he stated. "Don't stay out too late."

As Jason got up and left the bedroom, I still sat there feeling a headache come along and my body feeling like lead. His toxic nature really did a number on my body, physically and mentally. He was like a leech sucking the blood out of me, and I was willingly letting him do so.

I shook myself out of my self pity as I got up to go to the bathroom; I didn't want to hold Alastor up any longer and honestly I couldn't wait to get out this condo and away from my husband. After washing up and doing my hair and makeup, I put on a cute yellow blouse, light blue jeans, and my white wedges before grabbing my phone and purse and heading out the door.

I got to the café around 9:40. Even on an early Saturday morning, the café was full with groups of people sitting at tables chatting, sipping their drinks with the sunlight beaming in through the windows. My eyes roamed around the café until I saw Alastor sitting at a table near the back reading a book. I was walking over to where he was sitting when he glanced up from his book upon hearing footsteps come near his direction. His signature smile plastered his face upon seeing me as he stood up and greeted me with a hug.

"Hello my dear," he told me. "I'm so glad you could make it here today. And might I add how beautiful you look in yellow."

"Thank you Alastor," I responded. "That's nice of you to say. You look rather nice yourself."

He wore his white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway up his arms along with a pair of blue jeans and brown dress shoes. He also wore a cologne that smelled refreshing. A lot more casual than his usual look, but still had that classic Alastor style.

As we sat down at the table, the waitress came over to take our order. I ordered a caramel macchiato while Alastor wanted a black coffee with 3 sugars. Once we got our coffee, Alastor started up a conversation to break the ice.

"So how have you been, love?" he asked. "How has life been treating you?"

I took a sip of my macchiato, revelling in its warmth between my hands, before I spoke.

"Life's been good. Once I graduated, I started at Springwells as an entry level agent. Determined to be better than my co-workers, I scratched and clawed my way to the position I am in now, taking on extra projects, staying overnight. I love what I do for a living, and I wanted to be the best at it. As far as personally, Yolanda gave me the greatest gift of being a godmother. I've been… struggling to carry a baby so being a godmother is the next best thing for me."

"And your marriage?" Alastor asked curiously. "Has your husband been good to you too?"

I tensed at his question. I stared at my mug for a few moments, completely quiet. Alastor sensed my discomfort and immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry Ava," he said. "Perhaps I edged too far into your personal life. Forgive me."

I shook my head and gave a small smile at him. "No, it's okay. To be honest… my relationship with Jason, that's his name by the way, hasn't been exactly a smooth one. He um… cheats on me. Quite a lot. And he's…. not exactly the supportive one. At least towards me. And when we got married, he became a lot more distant towards me only being nice to me when he needs something from me." I cleared my throat. "So yeah… there you have it. I know what you're probably thinking: 'why don't I leave him?' Well, truth is, I don't know. A part of me still loves him and I really want to make it work between us, but I don't know if he wants to. And I don't know if I'll be able to find anyone who will genuinely love me."

Alastor sat there quietly, patiently listening to me basically spill my guts out to him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes carried a mixture of sadness and fury. Once he spoke again, his natural charming attitude was replaced with one of solemnness.

"Ava, it breaks my heart to hear that you are being treated this way," he said. "I'm not telling you what to do about this, but I hope you find something better than your current situation." He grabbed my hand in both his hands. "Someone better."

I gave a smile out of courtesy. "It's so sweet that you care Alastor," I told him as I rested my other hand on top of his. "And thank you for the concern. But I'll be okay. I'll figure something out."

Alastor nodded his head in understanding as he let go of my hand. "Okay," he mouthed.

I quickly changed the topic to lighten the mood. "Okay enough about me," I said. "Tell me about you. Cause I have a question. You're good-looking, successful, and rich but you're still single. I figured women would be falling all over you. So why no woman snatched you yet?"

Alastor laughed at the way I said my comment. "Quite the sass, my dear. And to answer your question, I'm actually recently divorced. My wife and I split up after 3 years of marriage and our divorce was finalized two months ago."

My eyes widened and I frowned. "Oh my God, I'm sorry Alastor."

He shook his head. "It's quite alright. It was a mutual agreement so no ugly battles or arguments involved. We just grew apart. Instead of leading each other on, we decided it was best to end the marriage. She didn't want anything from me, so it was a painless process for both of us. Honestly, I didn't feel she was the one anyway. Of course I loved her, but I didn't have the same connection with my ex-wife that I had with... someone else from my past. I've never been the one to have regrets, but I do regret letting her go." He said that last line as he looked me in my eyes.

All I could do was stare back at him. Why did I break up with Alastor all those years ago? He was literally perfect and I let him go. And it's too late to have a second chance with him. Maybe in another life, I guess.

"I… " I began. "If it's too late to have a relationship with her, maybe a friendship will suffice? Maybe she will like that."

Alastor smiled. "I would like that too."

I smiled back. "Good."

We talked for about another hour or so before Alastor had to cut our conversation short to head to a business meeting. He hugged me goodbye and I ordered Jason's breakfast to-go before I headed back home.

***

Two months later

Oh, how fast does two months fly by. My team was hard at work calling magazines and billboard agencies to make sure Alastor's line of cigars and wine are well known throughout Miami. We have already seen an increase in profit by 8% from the general public, and so many elite country clubs can't get enough of his products. And as for Alastor himself… he made sure to flirt with me every chance he got. During meetings, phone conferences, and seeing me around the office, he always found a way to make some kind of sly remark or complement towards me. It was annoying at first, but after a while I became used to it. And I was actually kinda flattered from the words he told me. However, I kept telling myself that I can't fall for his charm; I was off limits to him. We did end up developing a nice friendship though, even with Alastor's constant attempts at seducing me.

And today I would find out just how far his generosity would go. As I got off the elevator, I was greeted by Yolanda, Blake, and the rest of my team with pink and gold balloons and a strawberry crunch cake. Yolanda and Blake knew it was my absolute favorite.

"Happy Birthday mami," Yolanda squealed.

"Happy Birthday to one of the baddest bitches I know," Blake said as he hugged me.

I smiled and blushed as I told them and the rest of my team thank you. Leave it to them to always make my birthday special. Considering my own husband forgot to tell me this morning. He was curious about the fancy clothes I was wearing to work and my cheerful demeanor, but he couldn't put two and two together. It's heartbreaking to know that the person you love doesn't even remember your own birthday. As I made my way to my office, Blake spoke up to discuss my birthday dinner.

"So 'Landa and I were thinking about taking you to Mango's for your birthday. Good drinks, good food, good music. I plan on getting you drunk tonight," he laughed.

I chuckled. "You try to get me drunk on my birthday every year."

"That's cause you need to relax hon," he retorted. "You always work and you barely have time to have fun. Your birthday is the one day out the year where I can break you out that stuffy ass shell of yours."

"I'm not stuffy," I pouted. "Yolanda, I can be fun right?"

Yolanda put her arm around me as we kept walking. "Of course, mami. But, you're just more fun when you're drunk." She burst out laughing before saying: "I'm kidding honey."

I pouted and whined. "You guys are mean."

Blake shook his head. "Today's the only day you get to be a brat."

Yolanda piped up. "Oh yeah! I almost forgot. Someone bought you these."

As we walked into my office, I saw a beautiful bouquet of orchids and lilies sitting on my desk. My eyes widened with glee; the mixture of purple and white was absolutely stunning. In my mind, I assumed they were from Jason as he wanted to surprise me for my birthday.

"They're beautiful," I grinned. "So Jason did remember."

Blake raised an eyebrow. "Jason? He sent you flowers?"

"Who else would it be?" I asked him. "I thought he forgot my birthday, but it turns out he wanted to surprise me."

Yolanda set down the balloons next to my chair and examined the card on the flowers. "Um, these aren't from Jason, Ava," she said. "Look at the card."

I took it from her and I was a bit surprised as to what the card said.

"Happy Birthday my dearest Ava"

Sincerely, Alastor

My heart fluttered and my mouth opened in shock. "They're from Alastor," I said aloud.

"Well, that was sweet of him," Yolanda spoke up. "Very sweet actually."

Blake smirked at me. "See, this is the type of man that you need! Ever since he came back into your life, he's been nonstop in making you feel like the queen you are. He gives you complements whenever you come into work and now he's giving you flowers for your birthday? Girl, he's practically perfect. Fuck Jason."

All of a sudden, my phone rings and it's a phone call from Alastor.

"Speak of the devil," Blake said. "How bout we give you some privacy? Come on 'Landa."

Yolanda was following Blake out of my office when she turned back at me.

"See you tonight mami," she said sympathetically. "And… be careful."

I smiled at her and blew her a kiss. "I will, love."

I got comfortable in my chair and picked up my phone to answer Alastor's call.

"So the constant attempts at seduction weren't enough for you, I see?" I said jokingly.

A velvety chuckle escaped from his throat at the end of the receiver. "I take it you got your birthday present?"

"I have," I said. "And they're beautiful. How did you know I loved orchids and lilies? And you did you know it was my birthday?"

"Didn't you remember that we dated for almost two years back in undergrad. I remember your favorite flowers, your favorite foods, and of course your birthday."

A blush crept on my cheeks. "You… still remember my birthday? After all these years?"

"Of course I do," Alastor soothed. "I could never forget you, Ava. I know that you're married, but I believe that you deserve another good friend in your life too."

I was touched. It was so sweet to know that Alastor genuinely cared about me. The fact that he bought me flowers for my birthday instead of my own husband really makes me think about my current situation. Why am I staying faithful to a toxic man who doesn't even give two fucks about me, and avoiding a man who is practically the opposite of my husband? My heart swelled with so many emotions and my head flooded with thoughts as to what I should do. After a few moments, an idea came to my head.

"Hey," I said. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Can't say that I am. Why, what's up?"

"I'm having a birthday dinner at Mango's with Yolanda and Blake. And… I was wondering if you wanted to come along? You know, we're friends too right?"

Alastor pretended to think about it for a minute before he answered: "Hmm… that actually sounds lovely. I would love to go."

I laughed. "Great! It'll be around 9:00."

"I'll see you then, my dear. Hope you wear something sexy for me."

I scoffed. "You're just as bad as Blake."

"Only when you want me to be." The seduction clearly evident in his voice.

"Bye Alastor."

After I hung up the phone, I couldn't stop the grin that plastered across my face. Even through the constant teasing and flirting, Alastor is a really sweet guy. I absolutely love his charm and confidence and I wished that some of it could rub off on me.

I called Jason about my birthday dinner as well, hoping that my husband could spend it with me. When he didn't answer, I left a message for him praying that he'll get it. I don't know why I was calling him anyway because I didn't want him to ruin my good mood. It was my birthday, for God's sake. But, as a wife, I wanted my husband to at least spend some time with me today. After that, I took one last look at my bouquet of flowers before starting my work day.

***

When I got home from work that evening, Jason wasn't home. Figured as much. But instead of getting pissed like I normally do, I went into the bedroom and pulled out a sexy black dress that showed off my legs and curves and my black stilettos before going to the bathroom to freshen up. I wasn't gonna let him ruin my day, and I was going to have fun with or without him. After I showered and did my hair, I put on my dress, heels, and a full face of makeup before heading out the door to meet everyone.

I love the atmosphere of Mango's; it was one of the main places to go if you wanted to party in Miami. The variety of Latin music, the vibrant colors, the friendly staff, and the huge selection of food and drinks. It reminded me of the parties my family would have when I was growing up. I walked towards my table that was reserved for us to see Yolanda, Blake, and Blake's partner Damian. He had thick brown hair and even more beautiful brown eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a charming smile just like Blake. Pink and gold balloons decorated our table, and my cake sat in the middle. Everyone came up to greet me with hugs and kisses upon seeing me.

"There's the birthday girl!" Damian said as he hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Leave it to you to be fashionably late to your own party."

"Well it's my birthday," I said with a smirk. "I can be as late as I want to."

"You look beautiful mami," Yolanda said. "Sorry Carlos couldn't come too. Someone had to stay and watch the girls. Who, might I add, wanted me to give you this."

Yolanda gave me a birthday card along with a cute drawing of me holding hands with Hayden and Harmony under a rainbow with Happy Birthday Tía Ava written in a clumsy, but readable handwriting.

"Awwww," I squealed. "My babies love me. I have to call and tell them thank you."

"But, before that," Blake chimed on. "How bout a few birthday shots? I have a few right here."

"Damn Blake, she just got here," Yolanda scoffed amusingly.

"And?" Blake shrugged with a grin. "I already told her earlier what I wanted to do. Well, one of them. I wanted her to get laid tonight but I knew she wouldn't go for that."

"And I'm thankful you didn't," I said glaring at him.

We all walked back to the table to see a tray of tequila shots and a bowl of limes. My eyes widened in shock.

"Are all these for us?" I asked.

"Well, most of these are for you, birthday girl," Damian said with a wink.

"He's kidding," Yolanda chimed in while sneaking a smirk towards Blake and Damian.

Blake picked up a shot and a lime, and we all followed suit. We all raised our glasses in a celebratory toast.

"Happy Birthday Ava," Blake said genuinely.

"Happy Birthday!" Yolanda and Damian exclaimed.

We all down our shots and tasted the lime, the taste of the tequila burning as it went down my throat. My face scrunched up and I hissed.

"Shit," I grumbled.

"And that's the first of many," Blake laughed.

"Can I at least eat first?" I asked. "I don't want to be drunk off my ass in the first hour."

"Fair enough," Blake nodded. "You win this round."

We all sat down at the table and looked over the menu. Yolanda ordered herself a Bahama Mama, me a strawberry margarita, and an order of wings for an appetizer. Blake and Damian made flirty comments to each other and had a few more shots while Yolanda and I talked about the girls. About 20 minutes went by when Damian raised his eyebrows and gave a curious look.

"Oooh, well who is this walking over here?" Damian asked.

Yolanda and I turned around to see what he was talking about. Blake had a sultry, cocky grin on his face as we all watched as Alastor came over to our table holding a black shopping bag and a black box.

"That's our latest client at work and Ava's "friend" from college," Blake whispered to Damian.

"She let him go?" he whispered back. "He's fine as hell."

Blake shook his head and sighed. "Oh babe, that's a story for another day unfortunately."

Alastor set the gifts down on our table near the presents that the others brought as I stood up to greet him. And my God… He looked delicious. His signature white button down shirt and black slacks looked so good on him; how can he make something so simple look so sexy? His hair was neatly coifed, and he wore his cologne that I loved so much. Those beautiful amber eyes of his glowed with such acclaim and appreciation.

"Hope I'm not too late my dear," Alastor greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. He admired the outfit that I was wearing and slightly bit his lip. "And I see you took my advice from earlier. You look absolutely stunning in this dress."

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You're right on time, Alastor. Also, who said I wore this for you?"

Alastor huffed out a breath of air and chuckled. "Ah, so do you want me to do something else to it then?"

I shook my head. "That's not what I intended at all." I turned to everyone sitting at the table. "You already know Yolanda and Blake. The gentleman sitting next to Blake is his partner, Damian. Everyone, you guys know Alastor by now."

Yolanda gave a warm smile. "Glad you can make it tonight."

"Wanna sit in between us?" Blake joked. "There's room for one more."

"I'm willing to second that," Damian chimed in.

Alastor chuckled and shook his head. "I'm delighted to see you all again," he said as he sat down next to me as I handed him a menu. I took a sip of my margarita, now having three shots of tequila and half of my margarita coursing through my bloodstream. I was starting to feel relaxed and I couldn't stop giggling at random periods. Alastor noticed this and chuckled as he took a few tequila shots from the tray and a lime.

"I see you got the party started already," Alastor mused.

I chuckled at him. "I may be a little tipsy, if I'm being honest."

Alastor downed his third shot like it was nothing before he spoke again. "Perhaps a dance will help you burn it off?"

An upbeat salsa song was playing throughout the restaurant as Alastor stood up and held out his hand.

A blush crept on my cheeks as I shied away from him. "Oh I don't know if I…"

"Come on Ava dance with him," Yolanda encouraged.

"It's your birthday baby. Have a little fun," Damian chimed in.

Alastor had a wide grin on his face as he stood there patiently and my friends pushed me to dance with him. I shrugged my shoulders and took his hand with a smile. "Sure," I said. "What the hell?"

Alastor led me to an open space next to the table as he took my waist in one hand and held my hand in his other. We danced to the rhythm of the song, and I could feel my body surge with electricity and excitement. Alastor was a really good dancer; he matched the beat of the song perfectly with his steps as he twirled me and pulled me closer to his body.

"Feeling better?" he whispered close to my lips.

"I'm getting there," I answered back.

He twirled me away from him and back again, my back pressed against his chest and one of his hands rested on the front of my thigh. We swayed back and forth to this music, and I could feel his breath tickle my neck. I shivered slightly and let out a small sigh. I haven't felt like this in a long time; dancing with Alastor felt so liberating. I was having so much fun, fun that I used to have with Jason before he became all distant and shit. But I wasn't thinking about Jason; I was happy in this moment right here with Alastor. And, quite frankly, I wished it could've lasted forever.

Once the song was over, the rest of the gang applauded and whistled from their seats as Alastor and I stood there while I tried to catch my breath.

"I haven't," I panted. "I haven't danced like that in a long time. You're a really great dancer."

Alastor chuckled at me, his cocky smile plastering his face once more. "Well I am Cuban; I feel like I was born with the gift of dancing."

I laughed at him, the exhilarating surge of happiness still consuming me. "Thank you for the dance. I had a lot of fun."

Alastor took my hand and pressed a kiss to the front of it, causing me to blush. "It was my pleasure."

Suddenly, I could see a silhouette of a man walking towards my direction. Once he got closer, I noticed that it was Jason holding a small, white, cheap teddy bear and a single red rose. My heart sank to my stomach and the excitement I was feeling began to turn into dread. I honestly didn't think he would show up. Jason came up to me and unenthusiastically handed me the bear and the rose. I took it from him and stood there in shock, my feet feeling like cement.

"Hey Jason," I said to him. "You actually came out."

"Yeah I got your message while I was at work," he shrugged. "I didn't have anything better to do, so I thought why not."

"Oh," I said. "Well, glad you can make it."

I walked to set the bear and rose next on top of the box Alastor brought for me as I greeted Jason to everyone.

"Guys, you all remember Jason," I said, slightly panicked.

Yolanda's lips quirked in a barely visible smile and nodded her head in greeting: "Hello, Jason. Glad you could come out to celebrate with us."

Damian gave a small wave as Blake just sat there stone-faced sipping his drink, his jade green eyes glaring daggers in my husband's direction.

Jason held up his hand as an attempt to wave at them: "Hey y'all," he said dryly.

"Bitch," Blake mumbled under his breath as Damian kicked his foot under the table.

I turned Jason back to Alastor to introduce him: "Honey, this is another friend of mine that you haven't met. This is my latest client and an old friend from college, Alastor Montez. Alastor, this is my husband, Jason Mitchell."

Alastor and Jason looked at each other for what I felt was eternity. My heart was beating violently inside of my chest and my stomach started to feel uneasy. Then, Alastor held out his hand and gave a polite smile.

"So you are the husband that I've heard about," he said courteously. "It's nice to finally meet you, Jason."

Jason raised a quizzical eyebrow at Alastor's greeting before taking his hand, shaking it. "Yeah, you too," he responded.

Alastor held Jason's hand in a slightly tighter than normal grip as he shook Jason's hand. On the outside, Alastor was calm and collected as he is normally, but on the inside he was seething. He wanted to do nothing but bash Jason's face in for the abuse he caused me, but he managed to keep himself in check.

They let go after a few moments before Jason turned to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a kiss to my lips.

"Sorry that I forgot your birthday," he whispered to me.

"It wouldn't be the first time," I said through clenched teeth. "But I'm glad you showed up anyway."

As we all sat down, our food had came to the table and we ate in a bit of awkward silence. Jason sat down next to me as Alastor sat across from us, next to Damian. My jovial mood was dramatically changing into a feeling of discomfort. I had just shared an intimate dance with Alastor just for Jason to walk in minutes later. Yolanda rubbed my shoulder to soothe my nerves as I continued to eat my food. I downed the rest of my margarita before ordering another one and took another shot of tequila. I was going to need a lot more alcohol than this. This was definitely a birthday to remember…

TBC

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