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Sleep had been avoiding you. It was difficult when everyday was filled with a busy schedule. In the morning you were too busy with work to rest but at night it's like your body didn't want to rest. Refusing to lay down and take a few hours of sleeping.

The eye bags beneath your eyes were proof of that. Making Vox worried. At first, he wanted to set that aside, he knows that you can take care of yourself. Heck, you take care of him more than he does to himself. But then Velvette and Valentino had started to point it out. Making it hard not to worry.

"Babe, you look more dead than you already are. Have you been getting any sleep?"

"Thank you for the observation, Velvette. I try to get sleep, but the busy schedule is keeping me up. And my body doesn't seem to realize that it can relax whenever I'm in bed."

A tired sigh left you as you slumped down next to the doll. Leaning to put your head on her shoulders, eyes closing to give them their much-needed rest, even if just for a few moments.

"How about tea? I think there's like tea that helps you sleep, right?"

"I mean there are, but it just works just by a little. After drifting off for almost an hour, my body would wake itself up. I've tried to drink a few more tea, but it just helps me nap."

"But, at least it's better than nothing."

"Val's right. It might not get you to sleep for a couple of hours but at least you're getting your rest. That's more than just staying up."

"We really need to find a solution for this problem of yours, ASAP. Your skin and beauty, they're getting duller with each passing sleepless nights.”

Vox heard that, just as he was about to ask for your assistance with a task. He decided to just give to Ethan. So, he came with a solution to help you sleep. He'll use his hypnotic eyes to make you sleep. With your consent of course.

At first, you were doubtful. Being hypnotized was something you didn't like the idea off. Being in a state of mind where you are vulnerable with your fate up to someone, with no way to resist. That's scary. But you trust Vox enough that you know he won't do that.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt well rested. Energized, as if the weight on your shoulders had been lifted off. Like a fresh cold drink in a hot summer. The feeling of a soft and comfortable bed after a tiring day.

You couldn't believe that it actually works. You thanked Vox of course. With kisses and compliments and dates. As he deserves after helping you with your problem.

You thought after that one night, your insomnia would have been gone. But it didn't. Thankfully, Vox was always there to help you. He'll be off work earlier than he usually is just to make sure that you get the rest you desperately need.

"Thank you, for doing this for me."

"It's the least that I can do. I can't just sit back and watch as you struggle to sleep. You should've seen yourself a few weeks ago. You looked double dead, like a zombie."

"Didn't need the last part, Vox."

"Sorry darling, just reminiscing."

"What is there to reminisce about? My awful condition?"

"...No."

A sigh left you before you pulled Vox into the bed with you. Hugging his waist and burying your face on his stomach.

"Well, how about just accompanying me while I sleep?"

"Who am I to pass up on such an opportunity?"

opla anyone??

The red carpet that runs underneath and through the big double door had greeted you as you left the comfort of the old car you were on. Tad in a white wedding dress, the meshy wedding veil lightly obscured your vision. Your hands were clammy and sweaty, tightly holding your flower bouquet.

This was a special day, a day you've been waiting for in a few months now. To get married to the man that you've loved in years was a dream come true.

Saying 'Yes, I do' rolled off your tongue easily. And even though you and your lover had kissed many times before, but the kiss by the altar felt magical. As if it was just the first time the two of you kissed. You thought that was the seal to your guy's forever.

You were proven wrong.

A few months after you wedding, you and your husband are just coming home from work. Both of you are tired and ready to lay down on the comfort of your guys bed. With how tired you were, you forgot to put on your seatbelt, already drifting to sleep on the passenger seat.

And your husband took that chance; he took the long way home. The road that goes by the side of a cliff. Risky as it is, he pushed the throttle at the direction of the cliff. As the gravity pulls the car down, your husband holds his seatbelt tightly hoping that it'll kill you.

And it did, without the seatbelt to hold you back, your body went with the motion and was pulled to the car's windshield. Roughly colliding with the glass, you wake up in pain and the first thing you see is the closing ground.

"Sorry, love. But I need that money."

You heard his voice just before the car violently, just before the shattered glass and the impact killed you. And he did lived, he survived the 'accident' as he hoped he did.

Somehow, you had found your way to Hell. You didn't know what sin you had committed, it was too long ago that you don't question it anymore.

Though as cruel Hell were, you've met people that you cared about and that cared about you. Vox and Shock.Wav was one of those people. With the device gifted to you by Vox, you could now understand Shock.Wav, and now he decided to bring up the idea of marriage to with his father.

For a long time that you've stayed in Hell, the topic of marriage had scared you. It wasn't like you didn't love Vox. There was no doubt that you love him so much. It was just that, the betrayal that you felt from your days of living had scared you so much to the thought marrying someone again.

You trusted Vox to not do the thing that your ex-husband. He wasn't money hungry, not like he's one of the wealthiest overlord and sinner in Hell. So, there was no worry about that. Still, the betrayal had left a mark on you.

But now, you're in Vox's bedroom with him to talk about the idea of marriage with him. You sat on the bed, holding your hands, sweaty and clammy. Nervous at talking to him. Nervous enough to not notice when Vox walked in.

"Hey, darling. You look kinda pale."

Vox said as he sat next to you, his cold hand grabbing one of yours in worry. His eyes meet yours and you give him a reassuring smile. Not wanting to worry him at all.

"Sorry. Just a little nervous."

"For what?"

"The idea of marriage."

His brows furrowed, it was easy to notice with his TV head. Your shoulders moved up as a breathy but silent chuckle left you.

"It's just, before I fell here. I was a married woman. Lucky enough to be married to someone that I've chosen."

"Oh... Really? And you never went to find him?"

Thankfully. That is. Those words were in Vox's head. Though he knew that you were in love with him as he is in love with you. The jealousy he felt were still there. Just the thought of someone else marrying you instead of him just didn't sit right him.

"No. I... Never. I don't want to see him after what happened..."

"Did he do something? Cheat on you?"

"It's... he married me for my families money. I thought that I've finally found the one who I'll grow old with. But all he saw in his future was the money he'll have once I was... gOne."

Your voice cracked as you explained. You closed your eyes, trying not to let the memories get to you. Vox notices that, he always does and squeezed your hand giving you comfort and saying that he is listening to you.

"It's kind of a stupid reason. I mean, it's not like you'll do the same thing like he did. I know that. It just makes me feel scared and doubtful, even after all these years."

"It's... That's not true, darling. It's not stupid to feel scared about something, especially after what you've been through. The person that you trusted the most, the one you gave your heart to, had betrayed that trust and killed you. It's not something that someone can just walk off. I understand that. Marriage scares you because of what that lead off to. I'm not forcing you to just marry me. I want to gain your trust."

He held your hand firmly as he pulled it up to his chest, where his unbeating heart was. His smile was genuine. Not forced into a wide showman style. A smile that was only reserved to the people he care and love about.

"I want to be the one to help you conquer your fear. I'll be there through the journey. I mean, darling. I'm not, but persistent."

A soft chuckle left you from his words. Just as he intended to. With him, all you need to do was love and laugh. No need to worry about things that shouldn't bother you. Because he'll handle that, just for you.

"I'll like that. Thank you, Vox."

"Only for you, my love."

Friends don't look at each other like that. They don't casually look at your lips longer than normal and talk to you so normally as if not noticing how the air around you guys had change by that thing they just did.

They don't just touch your waist and let their hands linger for longer than it should be. Not on your thighs either.

No one just 'platonically' kisses their friend's lips just because they liked the color of your lipstick and wanted to try out the color for their lips themselves.

Friends don't act like that.

They really don't.

At least, you think they don't.

This problem has been bugging you for months with no end. It was subtle at first. Just her hands that linger for a second longer, smiles that was much different from the usual that you were used to.

Her smile seems to always almost reach her eyes from how big it was, it takes up half of her screen. Vox smiles as if she's sure that everything is in her favor. There wasn't a doubt in her eyes about that.

But when she smiles to you, it was different. It wasn't that she wasn't sure. It was just there was something in the way that she looks at you that makes you squirm in your place. There was something in her gaze that reminds you of want. As if she was a predator looking at her prey.

Then came the more intimate touches. Instead of holding you by the hands, she holds you close by your waist. You wouldn't have been bother if she was hugging you. But every time she wants you close, she pulls you by your waist instead of your hands.

Every time the two of you sit together, which was all the time because she always sits close to you, her hand will always be on your thighs. Not for a moment but all throughout the time you two are sitting.

Vox will draw circles on the exposed skin of your thighs with her thumb but then switch it up with massaging the muscle. Her hands always will ride up to your inner thighs as time goes on.

It never fails to make your heartbeat faster.

It never fails to make you nervous.

It never fails to make you squirm.

It never fails to make you want more.

It never fails to make you want it to get much higher—preferably somewhere deeper.

"Is there something on my face or are you admiring?"

Vox's teasing voice cuts through your train of thoughts. You blinked a couple of times, confused, and realized that you were indeed admiring/staring at her for a few minutes now. Blush creeps up your neck and to your face before you looked away and downed your drink.

"Th- There was... something on your face."

You mumbled as you avoided meeting her eyes. Vox hums and tilted her head before she scoots closer to you. Softly, she grabbed your chin and turned your face to her, a smile still displayed on her screen.

"Well, why don't you wipe it for me? If it's not too much to ask for of course."

Her voice went a notch deeper, and it sent shivers down your spine and to your core, making you close your thighs together.

And was it you, or is the room getting pretty hot?

You meekly nodded, and she hummed in satisfaction. Vox didn't let go of you but instead moved to cup your left cheek. You knew that you were blushing and know that she sees it. The dim room filled with disco lights can't hide that from her.

Slowly, your hand came up to her screen, fingers faintly touching them as you pressed them softly on her cheek and wiped the corner of her lips. Your eyes went up from her lips to her eyes, to see that she's been staring at you.

You blushed once more and was about to look away but stopped when she leaned close, her eyes flicking down to your lips and staring there for a second. You tried to still your racing heart because you damn well know that she can feel it. She definitely does with her chest pushed against yours.

Their just extra fat on a body but the thought of her boobs against yours made you feel hot all over. She made you feel hot all over.

Though the music around you were loud as the bass' thump loud, it felt too silent for you. The two where you were quiet as the two of you take turns on looking at each other's lips. Vox smirks while you licked your lips.

"So, I uh-"

Her lips were on yours before you can finish your sentence. A surprise moan left your lips as her hands went down to your hips while she crawled forward and on you, pinning you down on the dirty bar sofa.

Slotting her hips between your thighs, you both moaned at the same time. Your hands coming up to hold ger shoulders for support. Your tongues dance with each other for dominance, but Vox ultimately won once her thumb brushed against your nipple through your clothes.

It pulled a moan out of you, and she hummed in the kiss at the sound. You sound so adorable.

Pulling away for air, the two of you stared at each other, eyes droopy from the kiss while you both catch your breath. Your hands moved from her hips to the plump of her ass. Vox didn't seem to mind, not when she's focused on your lips while she draws circles underneath your chest.

"Are friends supposed to do this kind of things??"

Vox chuckled at that as she moved to press herself to you. Not once did the two of you care that you guys were in a public bar. That any sinner can see you both. She then moved to whisper to your ears seductively.

"Darling, I think were pass that stage."

oh? let's try that again

𖦹 || It's Different

pairing: Fem! Vincent aka Veronica Whittman x Fem!Reader

summary: are you guys really just friends?

note: guys I feel like he would be a Veronica, do you guys agree?

Ever since you've known Veronica, you've never questioned anything about your friendship with her. For most your life, she's been that one friend that you can talk to about your problems.

From the simplest things like your project to the private things that no one was supposed to know. She knows them because you feel comfortable to tell her, because you trust that much.

Veronica has been that friend that you could find comfort in. The happiness and joy that only she could provide. The confidence that you lack with that only she could bring out of you. That feeling that women describes when they talk about their boyfriends and husbands.

You didn't much of it. You and Veronica were just much closer than other friendships. The two of you were friends, best friends, obviously.

"Oh! Ver, I heard you got accepted in the MJM Studios. Congratulations!"

You cheered as you hugged her arm and shook gently in joy. You've heard her talk about wanting to get a job for that specific company for quite a while now, so it was such a surprise to actually hear it happen.

"Thank you, Sweetheart."

"You're welcome! Come by my family's house later, my Mama will cook you your favorite dish."

"Oh! Well, I can't say no to that. Your Ma has got to be one of the best cooks I know. I can't afford to miss that."

An amused chuckle left you as you nudge her with your hips while the two of you continue to walk through the sidewalk of the center city of Virginia. She as always will walk you to your job in the excuse that it's on the way to her job when in reality they are both at the opposite direction.

You've tried to protest about it for many times now but not once were you successful. So, you just let her do as she like.

Knock.

Knock.

The mahogany door opened and at the other side Veronica sees you with your hair pinned back with some clips, you had a cute apron on that she couldn't help herself but blush. You looked cute like that. Adorable.

"Oh, Ver! You're here already? Mama, Veronica is here!"

"Veronica, dear. Congratulations on getting the job!"

"Ah… Yeah, thank you Ma."

Slipping her sandals off and grabbing the blue slippers that is for her—bought by your mother for the many times that Veronica stayed in your house. She followed you through the kitchen, as she let you take her bag and put it on the living room.

"So, I've heard that you got accepted. What did the first day feel like?"

You questioned her as the two of you joined your mother in the kitchen. Veronica herself have an apron on, a matching one with yours aside from the color.

"It was great. A little nerve-wracking, but when the camera was pointed to my direction, I didn't feel any ounce of anxiety. It was exhilarating.

Veronica answered with a big smile in her face. And as always, while she tells you something, her arms move in sync with her story. A chuckle left you as she mentions about the shark that was owned by the studio.

For a woman, she was more of a fan of sharks than a man would be about them. It was captivating to see her talk so highly of something that interests her. Even man of the same interests as her couldn't much her of that. It made you wonder how she

thinks of you

How she would talk about you with other people.

Would it be the same way?

Would it have the same joy and warmth, that fondness and appreciation when she talks about you?

"Can you hand me the salt, my dear?"

Your mother cuts through your train of thoughts, you quickly hand her the salt and focused on making the side dishes with Veronica, who eyed you in confusion, you could tell that she noticed you spaced out even if it's only by a few seconds. You gave her a smile before you returned to your task at hand.

"Do you know… how to umm…"

Veronica turned to you, brows furrowed as she didn't hear the rest of what you were saying. You looked embarrassed, red like a tomato, looking away from her and fiddling with your thumb.

"Know how to what?"

"…ki….ss.."

"How to kiss?"

At the mention of the word you tensed up, your flustered state not cooling down, and nodded before looking away. Veronica smiled as she scooted closer to you, the bed dipping and squeaking from the movement.

"Why are you curious?"

"It's.. It's… Nothing really, just… I want to be prepared and not let down my lover in the future."

You mumbled as you grabbed your pillow and buried your face on them to hide it from her. She chuckled in amusement. You looked so adorable like this, flustered red in your pajamas. Veronica shifted to sit in front of you and then too the pillow from your hold to see your face.

"Well, how about I teach you?"

"What?!"

"Yeah, I mean… you can't really improve unless you have experience."

"The- ah… How will we do that?"

"We'll try it out ourselves."

"…Is that alright?"

"Yeah, I mean we're just friends, right? I don't think it counts."

Right. It definitely didn't count. You guys were friends, just two girl best friends in their bed, practicing how to kiss. There was nothing wrong and bad about that. It wasn't like the two of you have feelings for each other.

Slowly, Veronica leaned close, her nose touches yours pulling out a giggle from the both of you. Then the silence enveloped the two of you once again as the two of you tilted your heads. Lips a hair strand away from touching, you can feel her breath brush against yours.

Your eyes moved from her eyes to her lips, her tongue poking out of them, about to lick her lips. You bit the edge of your lips at the sight before you moved your eyes up once more to hers to see her still staring at your lips.

Her hands moved to cage you against the bed, as they gripped the mattress cover. The curtains rustle, the branches moved from the wind, the water from the courtyard moved through their designated path. Everything was loud, so was your beating heart.

"I-"

Her lips were on yours; it wasn't awkward, it didn't feel wrong at all. It felt just right, like your lips were made to match her. Like her lips were the only thing that fits against yours.

You closed your eyes as you leaned in and returned the kiss, the motions felt right, like kissing was something you've known before.

The two of you pulled away and stared at each other silently, lips parted. Her lipstick smeared on yours, not that you didn't know. But Veronica did, she could see it and she couldn't help but stare at it in wonder. You've always looked beautiful, but seeing you, hair a little messy, a messy mark of her lipstick on your lips made her feel something.

Eyes flickering down right at her lips, you could help yourself. This was normal right? There was nothing wrong about it, right?

And like two ends of a magnet, the two of you slowly moved towards each other once again, this time with just little hesitation.

"Dear! I need you here!"

Your father called from downstairs, his voice knocking you out of the trance. You and Veronica looked at each other and you couldn't help but blush after it came to you what you just did.

You just kissed your friend.

Your best friend.

You kissed her.

Her.

A woman.

You kissed a woman as woman yourself…

…

…

…

But is it bad that it didn't feel wrong at all?

That you didn't mind kissing her specifically?

That you'd kiss her again if given the opportunity.

Flipping through the pages for today's news, Veronica reads the areas that would be poured down by the rain, the city that would experience the sunny bright side the week could offer. The shooting would begin in about 10 minutes and she's familiarizing herself with the information.

Someone poked her shoulder and she turned to see one of the staff point towards a direction, Veronica followed the direction and see you waving your arms with a fake smile.

How'd she knew that?

Because she's Veronica.

She's your friend. Best friend.

Veronica smiled and waved to you, as she walked to stand in front of you. You seem to be troubled, from the constant fiddling of your skirt to the way your eyes seem to dart everywhere else.

"Hi, did you need something?"

"Mhmm, I have some big news I can't wait to share to you later!"

"Really? Is it that big that you cane to my work to tell me yourself in person?"

"Yeah! You'd never believe it. I'll tell you later, over some dinner in Mag's Eatery?"

"Sure. I'm free tonight for that."

"Good… I'll uh, leave you with that. Umm, goodbye!"

"Bye!"

The bell rings as the door of the restaurant opened indicating of someone entering or leaving the place. You turned to look and saw the same short dark brown hair and mismatched eyes framed by glasses. You waved your hand lightly as Veronica sat across from you.

A drink on her side already like yours. She gave you a smile as you did too before the both of you took a sip of your drinks.

"Soooo, what's this big news that you seem excited about?"

"Straight to the point, huh?"

"I'm not that much of an enthusiast of edging someone for the fun of it."

"Right, right. Sure."

She flicked your forehead lightly from your sarcastic comment, pulling a little groan of pain from you.

"No, but really. Tell me what it is?"

"Well, it's um… I'm getting… ma.r..d.."

"What?"

"I'm uh, en..g..d."

Veronica sighed and grabbed your fiddling fingers and stilled and she felt a cold and intricate design beneath her fingers. Uncovering your hands, she saw on your ring finger was a diamond ring. Her eyes flicked up to your face, a surprise expression etched on her own.

You were engaged?

Since when?

She never even heard of you being in a relationship.

Your heart felt heavy, it wasn't you being nervous. It wasn't that it wasn't fear either. You would never be scared of Veronica. Yet you feel your heart being tugged, roughly as if it was being pulled to be ripped out of your chest. It hurts. You didn't like that feeling, not when she looked hurt.

But why?

She should be happy, right?

Veronica's your friend. Friends usually are happy to hear their friend be engaged. Because it usually means that their one step closer to getting a husband.

"Is… uhm, are you alright, Veronica?"

"…When?"

"What?"

"Since when?"

"I- I… I don't know what you mean."

"Why didn't you tell me that you had a lover?"

"It's… sudden, I know. My Dad introduced him to me this morning. He, uhm… is the son of my father's boss. My Dad felt like it was destiny for me and him to be together since we were close in age."

"And you said yes?"

"Well… I mean, I'm getting old.. And it might come a time where it's too late for me to marry so I…"

"You let your father marry you off to someone you don't know, just like that?"

"What?"

"You just let your father decide for you? You let him choose who you'll marry?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"There's many things wrong with that!"

Veronica slammed her palm on the table, attracting the nearby customers, but neither of you cared as the both of you stared at each other. Anger, betrayal, guilt, confusion, hurt, all those emotions were eating the two of you. Biting at your very heart.

"You don't even know the guy! And you just said yes? Do you know how crazy it sounds to say that you just married the person you just met this morning?"

"I'll know about him eventually. We're just speeding the process. You don't need to know someone to love them."

"Love? Do you even know his name?"

"Yes! It's… A- It doesn't matter!"

"It does matter! I can't let you just go off to marry someone just because your dad said so! It matters to me!"

"Well, I don't need you to care about it! It's my decision! I made that decision, I answered yes and I don't regret anything about it!"

"No. You do.”

"Why do you care? I made that decision. Shouldn't you be happy for me? That I finally will be married? Didn't you used to be happy at the thought of that? It's happening now. So… so why are you about this angry? Why do you look so betrayed at the thought that I finally got what I want?"

She paused, lips trembling as her gaze fell to the table, at the dark liquid in her cup that was still moving after the continuous motion of the table. Why did she feel angry about the thought of you getting married to someone else? Why did she feel betrayed that you said yes?

Veronica used to always cheer whenever you mention your dream of getting married, so now that it did come true, why did she feel every emotion other than being happy for you?

"It's… it's because… I.. I.."

It's because what?

Because she couldn't bear the thought of you being with someone else? Someone who wasn't her? Veronica couldn't ever stomach the thought of you marrying someone.

Because she didn't want to see you off with someone that wasn't her.

Hold someone's hands that isn't hers.

Smile at someone that wasn't Veronica.

Veronica didn't want to see you be happy with someone that wasn't her.

To live the rest of your life with someone else.

She didn't want any of that.

But that isn't right.

None of this is right.

She's a woman, and you were too.

It doesn't make sense that she felt like this about you.

Was it because of that?

Is that why she felt so hurt and betrayed at your news?

Is it because…

"You can't… You can't marry him… It's not… It doesn't make sense."

Veronica's voice cracked as she gripped the mug in front of her. Eyes turning glossy as she bit her lips hard it pierced through and drew blood from her bottom lip.

Your worry overpowered the anger in you as you saw blood slid down her lips to her chin. You gasped and grabbed a tissue to wipe it away. And as soon as the tissue brushed over her lips, Veronica held your wrist and kept your hands there.

“I don’t want to… lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me.”

“I will, eventually.”

Your brows furrowed at that. She didn’t make any sense; how will she lose you? Sure, you’ll get married but that doesn’t make it so that you won’t get to talk or see her anymore. What did she mean by that?

“I… love you.”

What?

You didn’t breathe for a second. Like as if the air in your lungs were taken out so suddenly. Love you? Like a friend, right? Like how you do for her. That’s obviously it. So, your heart should calm down. Veronica definitely meant it in a platonic way.

“I know. It’s hard not to know when you care so much for me.”

“No. No, it’s not like that.”

“What else could it possibly mean?”

“I. Love. You.”

No. That’s not right.

That’s not true.

You’re hearing this all wrong.

“No. That’s not-”

“I’ve loved you ever since we walked through our high school’s door for the first time. I’ve loved you ever since we’ve turned eighteen. Ever since we got our job. I looked at you one day while we were walking back home and though that you looked beautiful as the Sun highlights your feature. Then I started noticing things about you that I normally wouldn't. And they never stop, and I never planned on stopping them. I looked at you every day and think that I would do everything for you. I’ll treat you much better than those boys that asked you out before. I’ve loved you that if I was ever given the chance, I would marry you in a heartbeat. And if ever told to lay my life or lose you, I’ll take my life without second guessing. I’ve loved you and will continue to love you. Because loving you is something that I can’t help but do.”

There was nothing but truth in her words. And you know that. Because Veronica wouldn’t spill her guts out if she didn’t mean it. She wouldn’t look at you like you hold the world, like you are her world. Like you’re the one that hang the stars in the sky just for her to see.

A tingling sensation came from your nose; it ran up and your eyes turned glossy. Because you didn’t feel any disgust from that. But you Ma and Pa seems to do so every time they see something that wasn’t up to their code. And this was one of them. People have always told you that you were an imitation of the both of them. Yet you’re sitting here in front of Veronica, letting her hold your hand like it's her only lifeline. You didn’t feel any fear that she’ll taint you.

You didn’t fear her or feel disgusted.

Because why would you? Its Veronica.

The one that had made you feel more special than any boys that have asked you out in school.

She’s the one that made your heart jump and do back flips.

Veronica’s the one that would burn you to the touch, yet you’ll still hold it, because you didn’t care, because it was her.

That’s why you didn’t mind when she kissed you. You didn’t mind the thought of kissing her again.

It’s Veronica.

But what were you supposed to do?

Cancel the wedding?

Say that you didn’t want to get married, when you so confidently said yes. They wouldn’t take no for an answer. They’ll demand an explanation. And it’s not like you can just say that you change your mind. It’s worse if you say that it’s because you want to marry someone else. Her.

“This… this is wrong…”

You stammered as you pulled your hand away from her hold, your eyes drifting down to the table. You couldn’t look at her; you couldn’t bear to see how hurt she looks. Your hands were trembling. You need to go, because this wasn’t how things should have gone. This was overwhelming, terrifying. You didn’t want your parents finding out about this.

“What?”

“I- I need to go.”

You stood up abruptly, startling Veronica. Your hands were fumbling around as you slammed the money on the table and walked out of the booth. But you didn’t get far as Veronica took a hold of your wrist, stopping you right outside of the restaurant, as the rain pours down on the two of you.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. Away from you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I don’t want whatever you’re saying. This is wrong.”

“Are you blind? Nothing is wrong.”

“There is! What you are feeling is wrong. There’s nothing about us that could have made you feel that way!”

“What, you think that I would so willingly kiss you out of the kindness of my heart as friend?”

“Yes! Because that’s what we are! Friends! Best Friends!”

“Friends don’t look at each other the way we do.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ll rather choose me than anyone else, and do it in every lifetime. Like you’ll choose me than breathe.”

“Well, you’re wrong about that. Because I don’t see you that way.”

“So what? You’re saying that you didn’t feel anything for me these past years? Did that kiss mean nothing to you? Those looks that didn’t look anything remotely close to being friends?”

“Yeah, because you’re nothing but a friend to me.”

“Was it just that to you? WAS EVERYTHING ABOUT US CASUAL?!”

“YES! WE’RE NOTHING PASS THAT!”

It felt like a bucket of cold water had splashed her as the cold reality had slapped her face. Her hold slowly slips away from your hand, as her hand dangle beside her. Her eyes were wide, surprised, hurt and betrayed.

“And I don’t think I want to consider you as my friend anymore.”

“…No. You can’t… You can’t do that.”

“This is goodbye Veronica. I hope to never see you again.”

“Is this seat taken?”

Veronica looks up to see a woman about her age, tad in a cute coat that swallowed her whole with a matching scarf and gloves. Cheeks red, possibly from the cold weather outside. She blinked a couple of times, before nodding.

“Thank you. I didn’t expect it to be this cold outside and for there to be this many people.”

“Really? It’s a pretty normal occurrence.”

“Oh. Is it? I’m pretty new around here, maybe that’s why.”

“I see. What made you move here?”

“College. I got accepted, well… It’s a scholarship, I couldn't let the opportunity go.”

‘And to also get away from my parents.’

Veronica nodded as she took a sip of her hot drink, letting the comfortable warmth the mug provided ran through her body. She glanced at you; a soft and cute smile accompanied the sparkling curiosity of your eyes as you looked through the cafe’s menu.

“I’m Veronica Whittman, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

“…It’s nice to meet you too Ver.”

You introduced yourself to her, offering a sweet smile to the woman right after you ordered a snack and a warm drink. A warmth bloomed in Veronica’s chest after seeing you smile at her like that, plus you already had a nickname for her after just knowing her name.

“UVA?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Same as you.”

“Really?! That’s great! We can walk there together every day!”

“You don’t even know my schedule, plus you’ll probably have a different one.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll still walk you to your class. So that you’ll have no other choice but to do the same.”

“Getting comfortable now, are we?”

“I don’t know what you’re hinting at.”

The two of you were silent for a second before the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, eyes closing as the two of you lean close involuntarily. When your eyes opened, the two of you stared at each other, surprised at the sudden close distance. Both your cheeks blushed as the two of you back away.

“I- uhm… sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

The two of you stayed silent for a minute or two before the waitress cuts through the silence as she put your order down. You thanked her before you tasted your snack first. Groaning quietly, liking the taste of it, Veronica couldn’t help but chuckle at that, causing your cheeks to burn pink.

Right after that, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm of talking. It was as if the two of you had known each other your whole life. Veronica knows what makes your eyes shine and twinkle in enjoyment, you know how to get her interest, what makes her lips turn upright and chuckle. Ignoring the warm feeling coming from your guy's chest. The cafe was just a background to the two of you, a far thing that the both of you couldn’t care about.

The bell in the cafe’s door ring as the door opens and closed, indicating that a customer had arrived or had left the place. A little off the side of the cafe, the two of you stood with your winter clothes protecting you from the cold, your bags on your shoulders and phones out.

“Here’s my phone number. Call me later, okay?”

“Sure.”

Veronica looked at her phone to see that you had already set your name on her phone with hearts. She smiled softly at that before she looked back at you.

“I’ll make sure to call you.”

“Good!”

You cheered, cheeks red from the cold weather, probably, not because Veronica have your number in her phone and that she didn’t mind the hearts you put next to your name. And that she smiled when she read it. You walked up to her before tiptoeing and kissing her cheek. Your blush staying seeing some of your lipstick transfer to her cheeks.

You backed away and waved at her, slowly walking to the direction of the place you’re staying in. Veronica waved back as well, her cheeks slowly turning red from your action.

“I’ll see you around, Ver.”

how are we doing guys. sorry there was an issue with the blog

Do you ever notice this dark and obscure figure that appears in the corner of your peripheral vision? Like something that your brain decided to add to complete the missing piece you can't seem to make out.

That was what you hope this man was every time you see him.

From the moment that you left from work, you've seen him leaning on a wall close to the building. You didn’t think much of it at first, there were plenty of people that have done that in the first place.

On your way to the supermarket to restock on some of your food, you didn't see yourself dropping your comb as you rummage through your bag while you were speed walking your way to the market, eager to get this task done to get home quickly. That relaxing bath was calling you.

Skimming through the aisles, your hands automatically reach for the products you always prefer to have. A hum of a familiar tune left your lips as you looked through the meat section, deciding on what kind you'll have for this week.

Before you can decide your phone ringed, your body went stiff and switched back to the business professional mode, looking at the contact number expecting it to be your boss or someone from work, you relaxed to see your friend calling you.

"Babe, you're not going to believe what just happened today!"

"Yeah? Tell me about it."

"Okay. Remember that man that I was talking about this last Thursday?"

"The one who left the shopping carts behind your car or the man you saw on the cafe that got stood up by his date?"

"That one!"

"Which one?"

"The cafe guy! Apparently, the guy didn't just get stood up. His date apparently stalked his account and found out that he was a father for two kids, with two separate women."

"You serious? How'd you found that out?"

"Well, I found it on TikTok! The one who stood the guy up, posted a video about it. And I couldn't help myself and looked at his account myself. And let me tell you, that was just the surface."

A laugh left you as you listened to your friend ramble on, picking a meat from the cooler, you left and started to walk to the snacks section, all while listening to your friend.

"Also! Also! He was also dating another woman aside from the two women he has a child with! And she was apparently his-"

"Excuse me, Ma'am."

Someone poked your shoulder and you pulled your phone away from your ear. Turning around, you saw the familiar hoodie that you saw outside of the building you work in. You froze for a second before noticing the comb in his hand. Your comb.

"You dropped this."

The guy handed you your comb. It looked the same as yours. You hanged up your call immediately and looked back at your bag to see it missing. It is yours.

"Oh, umm. Thank you. You didn't have to."

You grabbed the comb from him and almost flinched as your hands touched. They were cold, freezing cold, even as he was wearing a jacket. And it wasn't particularly cold tonight.

After you put your comb back to your bag, you bowed and said thank you once again. He didn't seem to leave after that and continued to stare at you. He didn't blink, not even once.

You turned to your cart and finally left the frozen aisle. Feeling his eyes on the back of your head. You took the first turn immediately, you didn't care what aisle it was, you just needed to get his eyes off you.

You tried not to let that get to you. Maybe the guy was just being nice, you never know. He just happens to be someone that's easily cold and look like they haven't showered in a month. But who were you to judge him.

You quickly left the supermarket with your groceries in a plastic bag. Then you walked to the nearest bus stop. In your relief, you were just in time to see the bus pull up to it. You walked in, your body relaxing as you sat next to an old lady, not noticing the same guy enter the bus as well.

Pulling out your phone from your bag, you quickly texted you friend and said sorry. Texting them the reason for the sudden hang up. You looked around the bus and saw him. Again.

What the hell?

This is the third time you've seen this man. The second wasn't a coincidence because he definitely followed you to give you back your comb. But taking the same bus as you... Must be because it's the nearest bus stop. That's obviously it.

You sat tense, you couldn't relax, not when your instinct was telling you that something is wrong with that guy. Even the old lady noticed that.

"Are you alright dear? You seem tense?"

"It's... It's nothing, just excited to come home after a stressful day, that's all."

"If you say so then."

The old lady gave your shoulder a pat as she got off the bus once it reached her destination. She waved goodbye and you did too before the uncomfortable silence enveloped the bus once more.

There were only a few people left inside, minus you and the guy, there are only four people. And two of them were sleeping. You moved to the front seats, not only to make the gap much larger between you and the hooded guy but because the upcoming bus stop is your stop.

The second the bus stopped; you were on your feet and off the bus. Glancing back to the bus, you saw him stand up and walk to the entrance.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He is definitely following you.

You whipped your head around; the sidewalk was empty. No one was around. It was the perfect time for him to do something horrible and not get caught. You turned the opposite direction of your house.

You need to find someone, to help you. Just stay by your side, someone who'll be there as a witness. Anything.

Quickening your steps, you turned a corner and glanced back to see that he hasn't turned the corner. Good, he's keeping his distance. Looking forward, you see a man with a lean figure, brown hair and glasses that was highlighted by his phone screen.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you ran up the man. You jogged to him and grabbed his hand. Understandably, he recoiled from the sudden touch, as he turned to you in surprise.

"You've got to help me, please!"

"Wha- What?! Why? Is something wrong?"

You turned your back to the direction you came from, he's close. You know that guy is close. Your hands were shaking, and the man noticed it as he gave them a firm and comforting squeeze.

"Please! Be my boyfriend! Just for a second!"

"Look Miss, I don't really have the ti-"

"No! No, no, no, no! Please, there's this guy that's been following me since I've left work. Please, just for a moment."

"I-"

The guy looked over your shoulder, his brows furrowed as he looked between you, who was shaking, and the hooded guy that was walking nonchalantly. This doesn’t look like a prank, or a joke of any kind.

Just this once.

He pulled you close by your hand and intertwined your fingers together. This time, your heart didn't beat faster from being scared. It was by the way he held your hand softly. It was warm, the comforting kind. It was vastly different from the hooded guy's hand. It was soft and delicate, like it hasn't even tried to do any labor.

Your breath hitched as he placed his other arm around you and his chin on top of your head. He hummed while you tried to calm your racing heart. He was close, so close. But he didn't make you uncomfortable. Not even an ounce.

"What took you so look, babe?"

"Wha-?"

"It's late. You should've called me earlier to pick you up."

"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't think that it'll take me long to get groceries."

"Well, you're here now. That's all that matters."

He pulled away and kissed your temple. A little soft groan left you, as he faced you, bending a little to meet you eye to eye. And you never noticed it at first but, with the streetlight shining down at the two of you, you can see the difference between his eyes.

One looked like an old forest, and one was as blue as the morning sky. They were pretty, really pretty. He was already beautiful but his eyes seem to make him something beyond those words.

"Then sweetheart, why don't we go home?"

He grabbed the groceries from your hands smoothly that you didn't realize it until the plastic bags crinkles from the movement. He gave your hand another squeeze before leading you. He looked back to see the hooded guy walking back, walking away. But he didn’t let your hand go just yet.

"Thank you..."

"Vincent. You can call me Vincent."

The smile that formed on his lips made your body warmer. It was comforting to see someone help and handle the situation so smoothly. You muttered your name quietly before returning a smile.

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you, yours too."

He chuckled. Fuck, he chuckled. It was really captivating. It took everything in you to not show how much his laugh affects you.

"So, where's your house?"

"It's... It's in the opposite direction. I took this direction just so he wouldn't know where I live."

"You're quite the smart one then, huh?"

He nudge you with his hips, a surprise gasp left you as it almost made you stumble if not for his hand holding yours. You looked at him offended, but you couldn't hold on to your laughter seeing he was just as surprised as you were. He didn't think that he nudged you that hard.

"Pfft- Hahahaha!"

"I- Umm.. Pfft- Are you- ahem... okay?"

"Yeah. Hahaha- I'm good. The look on your face was .. Pfft- priceless, hahaha."

You hold on to his hand to keep you steady as you tried to calm your laughter. A stray tear escaped your eye. You really needed this. A laugh that wasn’t forced, a laugh that you couldn’t force to hide. You needed this after such a stressful situation. The familiar soft touch wiped the tear from the corner of your eyes.

Vincent didn't know what came to him, but he just needed to wipe it away. He was so mesmerized with the way your laugh sound, the way your lips curve upward, because of him. He was the cause of your joy, even if it was just for a moment.

"I- Umm, how about I walk you home, for real?"

"Really? Are you sure? I don't want to bother you more that I've already did."

"It's alright. Plus, it'll be safer if I do so. Also, it will ease my mind to see you at the safety of your home."

"Well then, if you're entirely sure on that decision... there's a little shortcut that I know that'll lead us to the street where my apartment is."

"If you will, lead the way Ma'am."

"Such a gentleman~."

"Always have been."

Chuckles left the two of your lips as the two of you walked the path to your apartment. Not once did the two of you mind that you were still holding hands. And won't be for a while. Not when there's still quite distance away from your apartment.

"This is my stop then. Thank you for helping and walking me home, Vincent."

"It wasn't much. It'll be wrong of me to just stand and do nothing when you were cowering in fear."

He mumbled as the two of you reached the lobby of your apartment, right by the entrance the two of you stopped.

"Still, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Yeah... The umm-"

"What? Oh! Yeah, here you go."

He passed you your groceries, yet your hands were still intertwined. The two of you noticed that, and looked away from one another, not noticing the fact that the both of you were blushing.

Slowly, you untangled your fingers away from his. It was slow, really slow. His hand was just, so soft. It just felt so right to hold his.

Once the two of you have pulled away from one another. You looked back towards the elevator, meekly pointing to it.

"Umm, well... I wouldn't want to hold you for much longer. So, umm good night?"

"Yeah, yeah. Good- good night."

He stepped backwards and so did you until the both of you were by the elevator and he was by the front door of the lobby. You pressed up for the elevator as you wait before you waved goodbye to him.

Then just as the elevator dings once it reaches the ground floor, you looked between the opening doors and Vincent, a groan and a curse left you as you dropped your groceries and run up to him before kissing his cheek. Hands shaking as you hold on to his shoulders to pull him to your height.

Have a safe walk home, Vincent.

You mouthed to him before you ran back quickly and picked up your groceries and stepped inside the elevator, all while you wave goodbye to him, not stopping until the metal doors completely close. And he didn't either, he didn't stop, not until he couldn't see you. While he was trying not to buckle his knees from how flustered he was. Fuck, did you really need to do that.

Taking the final blow?

Once he couldn't see you, you felt like a tea kettle, blowing steam as your face became red from embarrassment from what you've done. Pressing your forehead to the cold wall surface of the elevator.

You didn't know what came to you, but you felt like a thank you wasn't enough to thank him for helping you, protecting you and walking you home. That's why you kissed his cheek...

"That was so stupid."

sooo how'd it go?? @miauna @madamedesalaunier

Since when the fuck did the two of you get so close?

Sitting next to each other, skin to skin, laughing with one another till you guys were out of breath like the two of you had known each other your whole life.

You never leaned that close to him when you were laughing, you never catch your breath and lean on his chest as you do on Velvette's chest. And you and Vox had known each other since the both of you were alive. You've never acted like that with him.

"Are you serious? That's the funniest shit I've heard in a while!"

Velvette laughed with you as you two clinked your glasses full of alcohol, chatting the night away.

Vox grumbled, looking away from the scene and downing his drink. A sigh left him as he leaned back and stared up the ceiling. The conversations and the music couldn't cover the sound of the two of you talking.

"I'll be off then, bye babe."

Vox sat up from his chair as you walked towards the door, a bag in your hand and a phone in the other.

"Wait, where are you off to?"

"A date, Velvette and I are going shopping. Bye!"

You left without an explanation, leaving Vox confused and staring at the closed door. A date? With Velvette? The two of you were literally in two separate relationships and you two are going on a date?

He teleported down to his monitor room, the camera showing every bit and part of the Vee Tower and the Entertainment District. There by the entrance was you, Velvette and Melissa. The three of you seem to be talking about something.

Next thing that the two of you did that he wouldn't say platonic was Velvette helping you with your make up. You usually did that with Vox, which he thinks is romantic but now you were doing it with someone else.

"Hold still for me will you, sweetheart?"

You mumbled as you gently faced Vincent to you, using his glasses as your mirror while you put on your lipstick. You can see him blush but you didn't point it out as you finished putting your lipstick on.

"Pretty good?"

"Mhmm."

"I need words sweetheart."

"Yeah, you're pretty- I mean! It looks pretty good."

"Thanks Vincent."

A smile formed on your lips highlighted by the lipstick you put on before you kissed his cheek and pat it twice before you walked up to the stage.

It was supposed to be a thing between you two, but now, you were replacing him with his teammate. What the hell?! Vox groaned as he slumped on the couch and watch you and Velvette test out the lipsticks.

"Does this one look good on me?"

"Yeah, it doe-"

"It makes you look pale babe; I wouldn't use that one if I were you."

"I see, thanks Velvette."

You took the feedback easily and moved on to another one while you wipe the residue of the last lipstick on your lips. But Vox didn't, because you took Velvette's—someone who does know everything about make-up and fashion—answer over his—someone who have a TV for a head with no actual face.

He tried to not let it get to him. Because later on you'll be spending time with him. The thought of that made him not as moody as before, as he continued to watch the two of you.

"Shit... This one is a little too soft, it's hard to put on."

You complained as you wiped the corner of your lips, putting back the lipstick you were holding on to just a second ago.

"It is? Let me put it for you then babe."

Velvette grabbed the lipstick and turned your chair to face you to her before pulling you close to her. You didn't seem to mind the closeness, but Vox sure did as he sat straight in surprise. You guys were too close for comfort.

Velvette held your chin gently and pulled your face close before she gently put on the lipstick on your lipstick. All while Vox watched you watch Velvette as she does her work. From a stranger's point of view, they would definitely think that the two of you were dating from how intimate the scene was.

"That's it!"

Vox's voice boomed as he appeared beside you and grabbed you by your waist, hoisting you up and away from Velvette. Causing the lipstick to swerve off your lips and to your cheek.

"Vox! What the hell?!"

"Hey! Put me down!"

You wiggled to try and get out of his hold, but he simply readjusted into holding you over his shoulder. His grip didn't falter and simply became more still. As if nothing could ever make him release you.

"Vox, what in Hell is your problem?"

You hissed at him as you turned you head to look back. But all you heard from him was a grumble. Velvette rolled her eyes as she turned her chair to the direction of the two of you.

"Come on tall guy, what got you so grumpy?"

The doll uttered as she eyed her teammate with a frown, who in return looked away. He wasn't grumpy, he was pissed off and lost because of the situation. You and Vox were in a relationship and so was Velvette with Melissa, so why the FUCK were the two of you acting so intimate with each other, in front of him?!

"You guys are fucking cheaters. And a fucking shameless one at that. Literally doing it in front of me. What? You didn't think I'd catch on, did you?"

"Cheater?"

"Cheating? Babe, what in the bloody hell are you saying?"

"The two of you were so fucking close that if I wasn't here to watch, you'd be sucking each other's face off!"

You and Velvette looked at each other for a second before bursting in laughter. It was loud and uncontrollable. It had you two curling on to yourself.

"Hahahahaha! Cheating? Oh baby, that's far from what we were doing."

"Bloody Hell- HaHAha! Vox babe, you are hilarious."

Velvette said as the both of you continue to laugh while Vox stood there confused. This wasn't any laughing matter! He literally pointed out that you were cheating and your response to that was to laugh?

"Hey. Hey! What the fuck are you two laughing about?"

You pat his shoulders and he automatically let you down, as gently as he can even though he's pretty pissed off by the two of you.

"Have you ever had girl friends, sweetheart?"

"Ummm, yeah. I had. I'm not a loner loser."

"Then you should've known that the things we were doing was pretty normal."

"Sure, normal. Platonic or whatever you call it. But no one platonic goes on dates!"

"A girls' shopping day, is what we normally call a date. At least for the two of us."

"Right, right. But you guys are literally so close! Close that you guys could practically kiss if you move just a centimeter close!"

"I suppose. But we are pretty-"

"And, and. Shut up Velvette, I'm not done talking."

Vox shushed Velvette with his cord, annoying her in the process as she swats it away from her lips before letting him talk. You tried to sit next to her but Vox didn't let you go even an inch away from him.

"Darling, you literally let her do your makeup. You spent your time doing make up with her. But you usually do it with me. I thought that was our thing."

You were too stunned to speak for a second. You didn't think that something so simple meant so much to him. You didn't even expect him to cherish that at all.

"Oh. I didn't think you'd thought of it like that."

"What? Why?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't think you were that kind of person that does."

"Of course it does. It's our thing, even before we fell in Hell."

Vox's frown turned into a pout, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Velvette laughed quietly, not expecting him to make such a face.

"We were just messing around big guy. But whoo! You made it more of a big deal than it needed to be."

"No, I did not."

"Yes, you did. Anyway, I have to go. I still have dresses that need to be shown off. Bye, Babes."

With that, Velvette left the two of you to your own devices. As soon as she left, Vox hugged you close, a pout still displayed across his screen. You hummed in response as his comfortable buzzing warmth surrounds you.

"Sooo, were you annoyed or jealous?"

"Confused. I was only confused and nothing else."

"Sure. Then you wouldn't mind me doing makeup with Velvette again?"

"That's. Our. Thing."

"You do know that I only use your reflective screen as a mirror, right? It's not exactly us doing makeup together."

"It still counts."

How could someone like you end up in a rotten place as this? Sinner questioned that when they first saw you and after they heard your voice. They can only imagine an angel having those, but here you were in Hell, blessing them. Letting them witness you sing to them.

But those come with a price, maybe that's why you were in Hell, for taking too much than what was agreed on. Sometimes making them sink into more dept, but at least they'll hear you sing.

Hearing you sing heals them, pull them to a world without worries ever so temporarily, at least they think so. And they'll continue to believe it.

You let them get close, let them admire you. You never once opened your eyes; they've never even seen the upper half of your face. Covered by the hood on top if your head. It was iridescent and glowing, like a jellyfish. You are one.

From the bell that covers your head, to the tentacles on the edges of the bell, the oral arms that accompanied you, making it a lot harder to see your face. It was long enough that it reaches the floor. Well, almost reaches the floor.

Because like a jellyfish in the ocean, you were floating. Maybe in Hell, even The Devil have favorites. Because even if you were a sinner, it was as if your body wasn't meant to touch the ground of Hell. It was too dirty, unfitting for someone like you to be tainted by this place.

And that made them more charmed by you, a voice that only an angel can have and a form that shines brighter than the neon lights around Hell. They called you a Ghost, a Drifter, those kinds of things.

But you didn't just gain fans and admirers from this thing, there were threats and danger waiting for the moment you decided to touch the ground they stood on. To keep you, to hurt you, to kill you and possibly more.

That was one of the reasons why you decided to stay and take residency in the Hazbin Hotel. Though Lucifer's daughter doesn't have much influence on the sinners, being a resident of the hotel does make others back of. To the reasons that it wasn't worth it to hurt a sinner that thinks they're too good for this place, too dumb to think redemption works.

You personally didn't give a damn about if it does work, you weren't one to work with yourself. You were fine here and that's enough reason to stay.

The other reason was that you needed a place to hide to in case VoxTek knew of you and had taken interest. You were not about to be exploited on. The only one who can exploit your voice and appearance was you. Under your rules, under your circumstances.

You were careful at deciding when to perform, knowing when the best time and worst time was to do so. It was easy really, since the Vees was really loud about their announcements and events. So, you know when to avoid the outside world.

Being careful, you had a rule of now cellphones or any gadgets. You didn't care if it is VoxTeks' or not, you weren't taking the risk of being filmed and being discovered by them.

But a sinner is a rule breaker, unfortunately. You knew there was a huge possibility of it happening, but it didn't make you less angry. Safe to say, your dress had red on them for the first time.

Thankfully so, you were acquaintance with Alastor enough to help you erase the video permanently. But it had already reach Vox by the time it happened.

You should have poisoned that sinner to death, so it can be slow and painful.

Though the threat of Vox becomes more a when and not an if, it didn't hinder your performances. Though it became less frequent. But you wanted to avoid being out in the open for the Media Overlord to see.

So, he decided to go and visit you in the hotel, thankfully Alastor was enough of a reason for Vox to back off for the moment.

Then he decided to visit your performance. By the time you were done, he zaps his way to your side. Normally, you'll be okay with that. But it's Vox. One of the people you were literally making sure can't know your existence because of the shady stuff they are doing. So, no.

"What an amazing performance you did there Ghostie!"

So that's why you were so tense, the electric energy you were feeling was coming from him. How fun.

"That's... thank you Sir Vox. I didn't know you go to these kinds of things."

You politely uttered, as you slowly drift away from the overlord in front of you. The nickname from your fans that you find endearing felt like chalk on a board in your ears when you heard Vox call you Ghostie. The way he said it with such pizazz and boastfulness didn't really sit right with you.

The Media Overlord hummed as he grabbed you back to him with his cords, loose enough to not leave a mark but tight enough to threaten you and keep you still.

"Me neither. I just got interested with this thing all of a sudden and told myself why don't I give it a try."

"And you have chosen my performance? Why?"

"Well, it was between you or a guy who keeps sing scream curse words as lyrics. So, the answer was pretty obvious."

All while he goes of a ramble, shit talking about some sinner sucking at performing. You had started to escape his grip, as a jellyfish, you were pretty squishable but also slippery. Instead of crouching down, you float higher, like a balloon.

But then he pulled you down and leaned down to face you. A smug smile still evident on his face, ignoring the fact that you almost had slipped away.

"Sooo, you seem to have gathered yourself a crowd here. Ever planning on going big?"

"No, not really. I think it's big enough as it is."

"Really? You don't want sinners from other districts discovering your songs? It could make you big and popular."

"Hmm, no. My fans are more than just... enough for me."

Then your oral arms came up and latched itself on Vox's back, releasing toxins that stunned him. He stiffened as he let out a grunt, realizing what you did he glared at you and tried to tighten the grip of his cords, but you've already escaped his grip.

"Well, that was a good talk, but I fear you've overdue your meet-and-greet."

With that you left the overlord as his body weakens from the toxins you've injected in him and crumpled up on the floor in pain.

You didn't see Vox for a week, possibly still recovering from the amount of toxin you had to inject in him. You didn't expect him to need a big amount of toxin to take down, but you didn't expect less from an overlord.

Then while you were enjoying your afternoon snack, you sensed his presence before you see him. Your tentacles tensed up as electricity seems to build up just beside you, thankfully you moved quickly before you got electrocuted.

In a flashy, over-the-top entrance came Vox... unfortunately. Him appearing had cracked the pavement and spilled your drink, as well as knocked your food to the ground.

"Hi Ghostie! I saw you from across the street and I just couldn't miss the opportunity to say hi!"

"Oh really, that's nice. But was the teleporting thing, necessary?"

"Well, I was like across the streets, instead of walking I might as well just get here quickly."

"And cracking the pavement and knocking my food were necessary to the entrance?"

"Oh! Oops, my bad. Well, how about I make it up to you by buying food?"

"That would be very much appreciated."

You gave a nod as you clapped your hand once in front of you, giving the TV head a smile as you watched him walk inside the café. Once making sure that he was far enough and by the counter, you left him. You never really said yes and agreed to let him join your afternoon snack.

The very following hour, you watched in the news that the same restaurant you were eating in, was now owned by VoxTek. A tired sigh left you. Is he really that desperate to talk to you?

"You have a lot of nerve going through my district when you left me on our date, right when I was being a gentleman and getting your oh so precious food."

Your body froze for a second as you heard the familiar voice of your pursuer. Glancing to the side to see him with a frown on his screen, hands on his hips as if disappointed of what you've done if not for the fact that you can hear the annoyance from his voice earlier.

"I think I missed a little detail; I didn't realize that our meeting last time was a date."

"We were literally about to eat together, obviously it was a date."

"Right. Because you purposely knocked away my food just so you can have the excuse of buying me them."

"Yea- No! It was on accident!"

You started hearing this awful noise ring as he continues to argue about your statement. And you were thankful for that, so you could focus on more important stuff.

That goes on for months, with you and Vox playing cat and mouse, with Vox being a terrible role of the cat at that. You learned along the way what annoys him, make him flustered, what pushed him to the brink. And he never fails to fall for them every single time.

Every performance, you know he’s there. No matter how much he tries to hide his presence, you always know where to find him. You know which spot not to walk to, and he like the chase, no matter how bad he is at it. It didn’t matter that you always get away from him.

He never stopped pursuing your time, no matter how much you've slipped away from his grasp at every single moment.

Whenever Shock.Wav is in a foul mood, there's only two people they raise this concern to. Vox and you. Most of the time in the past, they report this to Vox—out of the fact that it was their only choice. The moment you came to Vox life, they employees have sang and will continue to sing you praises for just existing.

Now they just tell everything that goes on with Shock.Wav to you. Because of the fact that you were nice enough to listen without cursing them to no end about how incompetent they were and that they should figure it out themselves—only for Vox to deal with the situation because he doesn't trust them or believe in them to handle the situation regarding with Shock.Wav. They weren't embarrassed to admit that they prefer reporting to you.

Even though you know how to deal situations—since you've with Vox long enough to know anything about Shock.Wav because Vox rambled to you about him and because you wanted to be able to be there of help in case that Vox is away or busy at the moment—you still tell it to Vox in a way that the employees won't be mentioned, because he deserves to know what happens with his son.

You learned that Vox sees Shock.Wav as his son and Shock.Wav sees Vox as his dad the first week that you and Vox had been together. It was cute, to see a self-centered Overlord to care and think of someone like a family, it was only one before then three and now four—you are being one of them.

It didn't take long for Shock.Wav to see you as his unofficial mother. Unofficial only for the fact that you and Vox aren't married... yet. You avoided the topic whenever it was brought up.

Anyway, Vox can see how Shock.Wav loves you—at least second place after Vox, of course. The Megaladon seems to become gentler when it comes to you, with Vox it was like playing with an oversized dog that wasn't aware of how big he was compared to his playmate.

Shock.Wav had learned to be gentler when he met you, and Vox couldn't be prouder of it. And it was definitely because you treated Shock.Wav nicely, you cared and dote about him, not like how sinners that could only cower in fear at the sight of the Megaladon. You even swim with him from time to time, which makes the Negaladon more active, since Vox can't exactly walk or swim with him with all the work, he's busy on.

And Vox can see that as much as there's been a bond between the two of you enough for you to understand the Megaladon, you would very much like to understand Shock.Wav and not guess based on the clues, groans and nods he gave.

So, for almost half a year, he's been working on making a communicator and translator so that you can understand Shock.Wav. As ch c as Vox would very much like to have Baxter—the Mad Scientist, title made by the anglerfish sinner himself—do it, so that maybe you just understand Shock.Wav the way Vox can, but he can't find the scientist. So, he had to make a techy communicator that translates what his son is saying.

And he made it waterproof just so that if you wish to join Shock.Wav in the water, you can do that while also talking to him while underwater.

Yes, he did that. And you can pay him back with a kiss or two. That's the only payment.

When he gave it to you, he was almost blinded by how excited you were. The way your eyes shined as you looked at what he has made, the way the edge of your lips lifts up without you noticing as he helps you put it on.

He was confident, he acted like it. But he truly wanted something grander than a translator, he wanted you to understand Shock.Wav, not some subtitle for a show with a different language. And you can see that, at least you noticed that he wasn't completely proud of his gift.

So, you kissed him. More than once or twice. The attack didn't stop until his screen was covered with kiss marks in every inch and corner. And he loved and every second of it.

His fans were working overtime as his head overheats and his antennas becomes as soft as a noodle.

After that, you didn't waste any more time and tested it out. Dragging Vox along with you. You called for Shock.Wav as you met him by the edge of a platform, he blew a mist of water softly to greet you, and you only smile at that.

"So, I got this gift from your father and I'm so excited to test it out! This thing can apparently help me understand what you're saying, isn't that amazing!"

Shock.Wav nodded, as excited as you were about the translator. Vox who was standing a little to the back, can see that you were matching each other's excitement, practically vibrating t the spot you were on.

"Okay, so what would be your first words for me then Shock.Wav?"

"That I love you so much, appreciate the fact that you adapted to the role of being my mother so easy and that you should now marry my father so that you can be my official mother!"

"Aww, I love you too Baby! Wait- What?!"

You didn't even realize the last part immediately, caught to the excitement of seeing the tech work its magic. But then it clicked, and Vox swear that he had never seen your face heat up that fast and that red. It was amusing to watch, to see you get flustered. He definitely wasn't fiddling with his bow after the marriage topic got brought up.

He had noticed that you've been avoiding the subject, and seeing his own son brought the topic himself made Vox nervous. He had never been this nervous before, not even at the thought of getting caught while he was killing his co-workers back on Earth.

"That's- really... You see me as your mother? That's really sweet, Baby."

You stammered, as you laughed awkwardly. Never would you have thought that Shock.Wav himself will brought up about the topic of you marrying his father.

Marrying Vox wasn't what scares you, it was the marrying part.

"I- ah. Anyway, let's go for a swim!"

You glanced at Vox, and he understand what it meant. 'We'll talk about it later, I promise.' And he knows you would, so he nodded, giving you a smile as he watches you take your clothes off and shoes. He moved it aside to make sure it won't get wet.

You give him a short but sweet kiss before you joined Shock.Wav in the water, talking to him more than before, now that you can understand him better. Vox watches by the edge, with a smile resting easily on his screen without being forced because in front of him was two of the people that he cares about the most, having fun without any worries.