𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Why can't I be happy with you?

Angel wanted Alastor. He wanted to be happy with him, to love him, to have himself in the Radio Demons arms.

But he couldn't have it.

Alastor was happily married to Mimzy.

Mimzy sort of made everyone forget about Angel time to time. With her funny personality and clean slate, everyone liked her better.

Angel was just a cock-sucking, dirty slut. And a drug addict

He had no clean slate or fun personality. He was reckless and has never been off of drugs for more then three hours.

Alastor sat beside Mimzy at the hotels bar, smiling like a fool in love. "An' then, he begged me ta' sing. Dats how I got ma' job as a singa' now!" She said with a smile. Charlie looked at her in amazement. Vaggie smiled. Nifty clapped. And Husk was asleep on the ground, drunk.

Angel sat on the couch, scrolling through social media on his phone. He looked at his VoxTok account.

I'll pay a shit ton of money for that ass! One of the comments on his latest video said. He kept scrolling through them until one of of hit him hard.

What a fucking slut. She might as well go fuck a pig if she's that desperate for dick. I bet she can't land a guy and actually date him without someone being cheated on. Angel Dust is a fucking skank!

First off, every demon in hell knew Angel was a guy. Every demon. Unless they're new to hell. People misgender Angel on purpose to pass him off.

Second of all, fuck this person for suggesting that he might go fuck a pig. He owns a pig for crying out loud.

Angel turned off his phone and got up, walking to the bar. "What are we talkin' about?" He asked, "Nothin', Angel." Mimzy quickly replied, taking a sip of her whiskey.

She hated him for no reason.

And he didn't care. Obviously.

"Sorry, Angel. Can you take care of our paperwork? We need a break." Charlie asked as she teleported all six members of the hotel paperwork and bills into Angel's hands.

He was lucky to have six hands in total.

Otherwise the papers would've crushed his body.

"Y- Yeah. I can handle 'em." He replied, walking back to his bedroom. Truth is, he's been doing all of the work in the hotel for the past month. He lost a lot of sleep and energy doing everyone's work for them.

But he was too afraid to say no to them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Angel finished the paperwork for Charlie about three hours later.

Now it's time for Vaggie's. He thought to himself.
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"FINALLY!" He yelled, after finishing everyone's work after five hours. His hands were practically dead by now.

He put the papers on his desk and laid dowm on his bed. His eyes slowly closed until someone knocked on his door. "Come in." He sighed, sitting up and looking at the door.

Alastor stood there, his eyes teary. "Whats wrong?" Angel asked as he walked towards him.

The deer broke down in front of Angel, sobbing into his hands and falling to his knees.

Angel pulled Alastor into a hug.

"Mimzy-- she- took advantage of me." He whispered, hiccuping every few seconds. "Your drunk." Angel softly said. "She-- got me drunk-- and used me- an- and I-- tried to get her off of me but-- I'm too exhausted to use my power.." He said as he cried.

Angel let Alastor cry into his chest fluff. The fluffy tit cuddles always made someone cheer up immediately.

"How many times has this happened, Al? That ya got so black-out drunk for her to use ya then ya come here and the next day, ya forget what happened the night before?"

He shrugged.

"Twenty times exactly. I counted. Alastor, divorce her. She ain't healthy for ya."

"But--"

"She doesn't love ya. She's just playin' ya like a fool."

Alastor looked at him as he wiped his eyes. "Oka-- okay."

"Ya can in my bed tonight." Angel said as he helped Alastor get into the bed.

The spider covered Alastor with a warm blanket and sat on the floor. He knew Alastor didn't like physical contact that much.

He didn't wanna cross his boundaries.

Angel laid down on his carpet. The floor was cold and hard. At least the carpet gave him some comfort?

He looked at Alastors sleeping face as tears ran down his cheeks.

Why can't he love me?

Your a slut. You'll never be good enough for him.

I know that.

Clearly, you don't. He fucking dispises you. He just puts up with you because he pitys you.

I don't need a reminder. I'm a fuckin' mess. A broken doll with no purpose.

Exactly.

Angel covered his mouth as he cried. He wanted love. He wanted to be held by someone.

He just wanted to he wanted. Was that so much to ask for?

The next morning, Alastor woke up and immediately noticed Angel's sleeping figure on the floor. "Angel?" Alastor called out. "Mm?" He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

"Ten.. more minutes."

Alastor rubbed his head, "Fucking hangover.." he mumbled to himself as he got up. He grabbed the blanket and pillow then he gently lifted Angels head and slid the pillow underneath it.

Alastor was still tired so he decided a few more minutes of sleep wouldn't do him harm. So he laid down beside the spider and pulled the blanket over the both of them as he wrapped an arm around him.

Angel turned around and rested his head against Alastors chest, Still heavily asleep.

Alastors eyes closed as he sighed softly. His heart always skipped a beat or two when he was around Angel. Hearing his voice or touching him.

Why? He's married to Mimzy. But Angel has been there for Alastor during his darkest times.

Even when they were alive.

Alastor finally fell asleep with Angel about about hour later.