hazbin hotel/helluva boss x reader one-shots (On Hold)

cheater blitzø x male reader x verosika mayday

Never alone

Requested by: 2023Leonardoiscool
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You weren't the type to drink, or so you thought. You were learning new things about yourself and blitzø.

Like how he's a cheating bastard who steals credit cards, leaves you to pay for the damage he caused, then bail on you for about a week, only to find out he's been sleeping with some blue blood.

Yeah, you were gonna need a lot more than booze to ease your hurt and anger.

Vortex was the one who suggested getting some drinks with him and verosika, someone you could relate too vary much. The woman having mountains of awful stories about blitzø, all vary similar to your own experiences.

The tattoo you had of blitzø's name was now crossed out, the two of yous wanted to get each other's name done on each shoulder. You really wished you hadn't done that, cause now you were stuck with a meaningless tattoo that reserved for a reminder of how much a bitch life and your ex could be.

"Hm... How about we trash their office?"

Verosika offered, on her third drink. Empty cups sat in a stack next to her, fortunately you had already done that, leaving the office in ruins for when they got back from wrath. His step daughter being more than eager to help.

"Already did that."

You answered, setting your half empty cup down on the dark bar counter. You needed to really hurt him, worse than he did you.

"What about the van?"

Verosika asked, looking at you as you thought about it. Nobody cares about cars being clean, but when it came to insurance they took that shit serious. You already slashed three of his wheels though, tore up the inside of the van dug your keys into the side of it, taking a bat covered in nails to it.

"Already done."

She nodded her head chuckling. Her cup was entirely empty now, vortex was out next to her, drooling on the table his tail wagging slightly.

"Well, if you ever, and I mean ever wanna do a diss track with me, here's my number."

With her signature wink and kiss she left you with her phone number. The corner of it having lipstick stains on it, she was your type of woman for sure.

Stuffing it back into your pocket you went back to drinking. You'd get blitzø back in the worse way possible.

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