🌹🍎Strawberry Applesauce 📻🥀~ Appleradio/Radioapple oneshots

🌻🥀🌺He likes a Girl..🌺🥀🌻

I think you can tell what the title is inspired by-

Also made this bc I'm currently crushing on a straight girl and the song this is inspired by is legit comforting for me rn😭😭😭😭😭

TW: Profanity, (Mentions of) SH+suicidal thoughts, small mentions of physical abuse, Rottenapple (One-Sided Radioapple), LuciLily

Alastor's POV (First person):

I had just finished a broadcast and was peering out of the window of my radiotower, silently watching the apple shaped tower on the opposite side of the hotel. The tower was the king of hell's, Lucifer's, bedroom. When the hotel was being reconstructed, the king added the tower due to wanting to move in to grow a closer bond with his daughter, Charlie Morningstar. He's seen as this powerful, dangerous figure to be feared and respected.

But he's such a dickhead!

Seriously, come on! He's pathetic, really. Annoying as hell too. I'm surprised his wife left him, I would too if I was her. All he does is sit around in his room making ducks, and when he does socialize it's when he's intoxicated. I won't be surprised if he cuts himself. But.. despite all of this.. I can't help but imagine what it would be like to have him in my arms.. I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm supposed to be a feared being of destruction and death, I'm not supposed to want anyone!

Except.. no.

I- this- it's not just a tiny... crush.. as Rosie calls it.. it's.. an addiction.. maybe..? I don't know, it's all bullshit to me. I look back at my shadow to see it scowling at me.

"What do you want?" I growled. It shook it's head and held up it's hands into a heart shape before nodding it's head. I narrow my eyes. "Oh shush you, it's not like he's worth it." my shadow glared back at me before dissapearing off to who knows where. I sigh and decide to head downstairs. I teleport down there, because it's obviously much faster than walking, and noticed decorations being strung up, which included a pastel pink banner with the words 'Welcome back Mommy' sloppily painted onto it in messy hot pink letters. My eyes narrowed and I furrowed my brow. So Lilith is coming to visit hm.? Just perfect. I have to deal with the woman who owns my soul.

Just perfect.

Well, I might as well help set up the decorations. Nobody knows about the leash I'm on, and I'm not about to let them find out.

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About an hour later, all the decorations were set up. They looked extremely sloppy and rushed. Lilth won't be pleased.. I sigh and begins heading up to my bedroom. I didn't feel like dealing with that whore right now. I already was yelled at and hit for attacking her little angel fucktoy, Adam, and breaking my cane, I didn't want to be slapped or chained again. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Fuck."

Charlie ran to the door and opened it, "Mama!" she exclaimed, hugging her mother tightly. I could see Lilith glare at me out of the corner of my eye before smiling and hugging her daughter back. "I missed you too sweetie!" she said cheerfully. Charlie led her inside and began showing her around. I took this time to begin walking back up the stairs. I suddenly saw a white blur run past me, nearly knocking me over. I turned around to shout at the person, only to see Lucifer practically jumping on his ex wife and kissing her while he told her how much he missed her. I began to feel like something was stabbing through my chest. Maybe my wounds from Adam reopened.. no.. it would hurt much less than this..

I think my shadow realized what was wrong before I did, because I was suddenly in a dark place. I felt around before realizing I was in the old storage closet on the topmost floor of the hotel. I hid myself away from the door of the closet, which was closed and locked from the outside, and slumped back against the wall. That's when I realized there were tears running down my cheeks. My face wanted to droop into a frown, but the stitches holding my mouth up wouldn't let my smile waver.. So I stayed there, sobbing, hiding my face in my knees while hugging them. I didn't even realize I was digging my nails into my skin, but that's because the pain was nothing compared to this stabbing feeling in my chest..

I felt my shadow wrap itself around me, I guess in an attempt to comfort me. It was working, at least a tiny bit. I stopped crying after what seemed like hours, but I didn't get up. My shadow had left to God knows where, so I was all alone in the closet. Nobody knew where I was, and maybe that was a good thing. I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves to look at the puncture wounds from my nails. They didn't seemed to be bleeding too bad, which was a good thing. I found a roll of bandages in the closet and wrapped my wounds in them so they wouldn't bleed while they healed. I then cleared a spot in the closet for me to be able to lay down if I wanted to. Just as I was sitting back down, my shadow reappeared holding the comforter and pillows from my bed, as well as a bottle of whiskey, a radio, and a pot of Jambalaya. I sighed and let it place the pillows next to me and wrap me in the comforter. At that moment, I just wanted to let it take care of me. I didn't want to think about anything. I laid down, taking my glasses off and taking my hair out of its ponytail. I covered myself almost completely with the blanket as my shadow turned on the radio to a soft jazz music station.

"...thanks.." I mumbled as a few more tears ran down my face. I dabbed them away with the blanket. "H-Hey.. I guess I was right when I said he wasn't worth it r-right..?"

My shadow looked at me with pity and left once again, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I sighed and decided to change the radio station to more 'modern' soft music station. Immediately, the song on the radio peaked my interest.

She likes a boy
She likes a boy
She likes a boy
She likes a boy
I'm not a boy
I'm not a boy
I'm not a boy
I'm not a-

I felt myself relating to the song, and more tears were falling down my face. Maybe I'll get a phone just so I can easily listen to this song on repeat. But then I'd risk Vox stalking me. But whatever. It's not like I care..

...

You know.. maybe I should've refused the help Lucifer offered me.. maybe then I would've died from my wounds from Adam and not have to suffer though this..

I sigh and put the thoughts out of my head, and close my eyes.

Maybe I wouldn't wake up again...I wouldn't be in pain anymore..

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Ah yes two angst chapters in a row.