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[snowheartwriting]

Match my freak

(Art by https://bsky.app/profile/rionior.bsky.social )

Vincent found himself in a predicament. [Y/N] in the writer's room. You are stunning but distant. He doesn't take it personally. You don't talk a lot. Just curt "Mornin, here's the script" and you hand him the papers and coffee while spitting your own, dissapearing into your domain once more.

But he wants more. He NEEDS more. So he may or may not have started stalking you.

You are a mystery to everyone, but "normal" people approach you. During lunch a bunch of interns and secretaries approach you in your corner.

"[Y/N], quick! Channel 6 fuck marry kill." "Fuck Dr.Hatcher, Marry Vincent Whittman, Kill Clark Peterson" "The doc that visits the station during work place accidents? Sure he has nice eyes but fuck he has awful bedside manners! ....WAIT. YOU WANT TO KILL THE HOTTEST ANCHOR AND MARRY... the weatherman?" "Yes" "But [Y/N]! He's... not all there. Have you seen him smile when no one is looking? Scary stuff! He looks downright psychotic" "Excuse me, he puts hot in psychotic." "HE LOOKS LIKE HE WOULD STAB YOU!" "Part of the charm. Stab me with a knife or his... pointing rod? Both if you aren't a coward~"

He heard it. All of it. It was better than anything he dared to dream of. He had to bite down on his lip to supress a moan of pure need. He procceded to bolt off. When people spotted him on the way, he mumbled something about a "Bathroom Emergency". He is going to paint those stall walls white.

(Part 2 is here; https://www.tumblr.com/snowheartwriting/805150558825660416/ok-but-what-if-he-like-falls-in-love-with-reader?source=share warning: spicy content)

[snowheartwriting]

Meant to be

(Art not mine. EDIT: FOUND THE ARTIST AT LAST. Art credit goes to @ygoandchill )

You were arriving from work, parking your car in the garage when you saw a man in there, hiding from the rain. He had blood on him but his eyes. One green, one blue, so big and innocent, they swept you away.

"I am sorry that we met like this" He looked like a kicked puppy, doing his best to wipe the blood away, not letting it stain your car or garage "I had things to deal with"

A sane person would ask questions or call the cops but you? haha You're already lost. You invited him home.

He looked around, those stunning eyes wide "You have a home. You should see my appartment back in NYC. It's just that, a place to be in. But this. This is lived in. Tell me!" He pointed to your various items and trinkets.

You indulged this adorable nerd. "I got that snowgoble in a trip to the south. The water was so warm. But I never got your name."

"Vincent Gabriel Whittman, at your service."

He did look remarkably like THE Mr.Whittman, the god of entertaiment back in the 50's... "A pleasure to meet you, Vinny!" You hold out your hand for him to shake with a beaming smile.

His hand is big. That thing engulfs yours. His fingers are long but so very careful with you, despite his immense capacity for violence. He flashes you a charming grin right back "The pleasure is all mine".

[snowheartwriting]

Two peas in a pod

TW: Meantions of Abuse, Stalking, Violence, Yandereness cuz Vincent "Vox" Whittman

Your boyfriend is a weird one. You have listened to him rant about sharks and tech for hours. You adore this side of him, it is him at his most free and passionate. His perfect grin actually reaches his mismatched eyes, he doesn't try to hide his sharp, almost fang-ish teeth.

"In short, Sharks can sense tiny electrical changes in the water!" When he finished that point, you watch him school all the featured you adored.

"Don't you dare-" You cutted him off. "Go on, tell me about me more. I haven't heard a word about lemons today"

"I... I have to be perfect" He sighed those words out "And a square isn't it."

You playfully traced the line of his jaw, defined. "Now if I didn't like squares I wouldn't be here. I want you, Vinny."

He scoffed at first but then he grinned. Now the cold one that he saved for the cameras, to the world, one he never meant to flash your way but "Do you know what that means? You want a defect. A freak. My mom took me to church when I was 5. She hoped holy water would sand off my fangs, fix this in my eyes" He moved his hand to slick back his hair, in part to hide the cyan.

"You were born that way. It is wrong for any parent to-"

"No, let me finish. At 10 I discovered I like to hurt other's... A boy said I belonged in a circus so I bashed his head against the door. Wasn't so pretty then. And at 15... Ah at 15. I discovered I like both. Stacy the prom queen and Johnny the jock. Being me got me belts. Got me locked up until I repented. How could anyone want that?"

Your hands move up to lift his glasses and wipe the tears. "I do"

"One more. One more and you still want to stay. I've killed [Y/N]. The weatherman before me. The interns who competed with me for a spot at Channel 6. It was all for power"

"Was?"

His smile was small and pained "Smart. That's why I like you doll~ Well part of it. Then you walked into that studio. You didn't see me as just the weatherman. Like sharks, who don't care about the monster I am, you didn't either. You are different like me. And the fact you didn't run the second I talked about murder tells me my gut was right. Then it became the paper boy that smiled too brightly at you. The milkman. I am never trusting those... I can rant about *this* list about as long as I can rant about my guilled friends."

He stood before you, tears in his eyes, his hair a mess from all the times he insitintively touched it. "If you stay, you're as crazy as I am~"

[snowheartwriting]

Flip the Switch

Vox had done IT. Alastor was his bitch. And he had to show that off to everyone! Including his darling assistant [Y/N].

You were Vox's shadow in the whole process. Down to when Vox took Alastor to a Dinner and ordered one singular smoothy. Alastor looked done. Done with afterlife in this one moment. But the Radio demon saw in you a oppurtonity to sow seeds. "Tell me, daling. Do you ever get tired of him?"

You raised your eyes from your phone "Why ask? I am already telling Val to prepare the bedroom"

"I ask because of Vox here. He is a constant string of insensent whinning for attention. I can tell~ Looking at you, that you are a bright person. So why chain yourself to that?"

"Like you did? I suppose you have an angle while I am just happy at Voxtek"

Vox laughed as he sipped his drink obnoxiously "You're right, Al! [Y/N] here is smart. Ence why they work under the best overlord in all of Hell"

"Really? Happy? Cute! Because all I see two of the same insecure breed. I just feel like-" Alastor's eyes turned into dials as they casted their red glow onto you "Your asistant here would be better employed elsewhere"

The deer made a mistake there. Not only did you recoil at the thought of serving that, Vox's content smugness evaporated into something more dangerous.

"He thinks this is about him. He's just entertainment. HE should know that by now. But you? I don't need anyone~ But YOU" Vox spawned the chain, tightly wound, electric blue to show off how much he owned you. "While you squirm and struggle uselessly like the herbivore you are, tail-less fuckwad, my sweet here, welcomes my strings~"

[snowheartwriting]

Today's forecast: Cloudly with a chance of Love

(Art by Fezzy_xwz on Instagram)

Another day at Channel 6 with [Y/N], the headwriter. You are a mix of scarily competent and bluntly honest, so your presence at the office is both a breath of fresh air and a relief.

Your traights make it so the interns love you. You are motherly but not dull, so they get comfortable enough to talk openly with you. One of the Jr writers sees you, the front pocket of your hoodie looking mighty full and her reaction is a shocked "Why is there is a lump in your belly? [L/N] are you pregnant!?!"

You pulled out two shark plushies "It's twins!" You jest "No. It's a present for Vinny so, shhhh" you then shoot her a playful wink and hide them

"...Oh... Jesus. I thought you were- What if it was your's and Mr.Whittman's!? Why do I feel like he would be the type to... drink from you?"

"Because he would" You reply bluntly

"And you would tell him it is for the baby, right?"

"Hey now, I have a pair for a reason"

As always, Vincent is lurking nearby, this time squatting behind the potted fern. He is a tall man! And he oh so adored listening in to your conversations. He gently grabbed the intern's shoulders. He is a very tactile person. The smile he gives you though? It's everything but gentle. "Laura, I assure you if miss [L/N] really was expecting I would be right with her every step of the way" He was trying to the picture perfect gentleman but talking about you always drove him mad. He accidentally tightned his grip "After all she would be carrying a piece of me inside her. The ultimate claim."

[snowheartwriting]

Hazbim's request: You know that scene where Alastor gets trapped in Vox's tower? What if the reader went along and got trapped too? Like, the reader doesn't want to abandon Alastor (the reader is Alastor's yandere wife, and she has the appearance of a white rabbit). Now imagine Vox would be mean to the reader, but because of her cute appearance, he couldn't (as we've seen, Vox loves animals and even cute things). So, instead of being mean to the reader, he unconsciously starts petting the reader, dressing the reader in cute things, and thus irritating Yandere Alastor… What could happen? Poor reader…

You are one of Alastor's... pets. That is the right word for it. There are no friends, partners or equals in hell. Just you, the poor soul that fell for that stupid smile and him. Your master. Your owner.

You got dragged along into the Vee tower. Into that grand spendor, not that it did much for you.

The owner of it saw you and cackled "Really, Al? Critizing me for having my crew while you run a petting zoo?"

The media overlord ran his clawed fingers through the bunny ears, the metallic cold texture making you shiver "Get away from me you creep! I belong to-"

"Him?" Vox's voice dripped with hatred. Alastor smiled. "Yes me. Are you shocked someone actually wants to be near me? Unlike you Vincent-"

Vox's rage caused wires to erupt, to silence the radio demon but that proved to be innefective.His voice leaking out of vox's speakers. "You always had to beg for attention. I bet that my pretty little pet here is breaking you~ All this flash and it is just what you are. Light. No substance"

"Haha. I'll show you. I'll show you both!"

Vox leaned in, his face encompassing all you could see. His left eye spiralled, not in hypnosis, just in pure heat and rage "You. I'll pry you from that stupid deer's hands. I WILL have you. You WILL say that I am better to his stupid face and-"

You spat on his screen. He... smiled. The kind of smile you were used to seeing on your master. The kind that signified how much you fucked up. "You want to be like that, fine" He grabbed the ears much more roughly this time, zaps running through you "I can play along~"

Alastor watched, trapped but the shadows beside him laughed. All going according to his plan. He would get out of this deal and once he did, Vox will pay and you will be reminded of you are truely owned by

(A/N: I tried my best. I used to like Alastor but this season really made me feel sour about him. I am now 100% team tv so his parts were easier. Thank you for the request 🤍🧡)

[snowheartwriting]

Happy Valentines

(Art by @leetaylatuparitaulus )

You were at home, peacefully laying in your bed in your softest pijamas when your phone rang.

"Well hello! It's your beloved host, Alastor~ Here to inform you, darling that you've won a contest~ A date with the hottest media mongol in town~"

You started to snicker "Vinny, I know it's you. I didn't sign in any radio contest and Al would never host anything like that. He would call it-" You try your own impression, but next to Vincent's flawless mimicry, it is hilariously bad and charming "Distasteful"

"Ah fuck. You have no idea how hard you've just made me. Most people can't tell over the phone! But I meant that date part. Get dressed for me, darling~" He purred that last word out. "As cute as you look in those, I can't bear the thought of someone else seeing you looking this soft~"

You dashed to your door but he wasn't there! Wow, your man is so skilled! What kind of stalker and killer would he be if he was easily spotted? He's no amateur.

You putted on your finest wear. Vinny is just the weatherman. He tells you that so much, so you want your man to feel appreciated and loved, even if he views himself as "not enough". And the fucker returned the favor! He looked so dapper in a black and red suit, full of hearts. The coat was a bit odd but you were not complaining about the view of his fine chest and toned frame under the white dress shirt.

He blushed, adjusting his glasses as a tiny nervous tick "Wow"

"Wow yourself. You know what you're doing"

He shot you a smug grin, grateful for the recovery you just handed him. "Always~ Shall we?" He offered you his arm.

Today he chose to walk as oppose to a ride. After all he wanted to show you off and the more time he could squeeze with you, the better. He walked right past the fancy restaurant and it's looonnggg line to small diner, mostly empty today.

"Marge, what do you recommend for two love-birds?"

The woman blinked at him before smiling "Good to see our most loyal customer finds grease romantic! We do have cream pies for desert. I'll ask the cook to make it heart shaped for you two. As for the food, ask the misses, no?" She tilted her head at you.

You looked over the menu, smiling softly. You know Vinny loves his little regular indulgences. Media is a cutthroat business, he tells you so! It's good to just let go and be. "I'll take some pasta"

"And I a steak! I need meat in me"

"That's my line for later" You winked at him.

Boom, his face wad as red as his suit but he is a expert at schooling himself. He sighed and shook his head, a found expression he tried to hide with a facepalm "Forgive my girl, Marjoirey. She has no filter. That's why I am the one on camera." He reached to pinch your cheek "You'd have a spot live, love~ I can picture it already. The Morning Shock with [Y/N]. No filters, just you. A shame I am a bit too... needy. My wife is mine-" That world slipped out in the middle of the empty dinner. "Whoops look at me getting ahead of myself~ Happy Valentines, Ms.Whittman" he said that last part with a teasing smile.

[snowheartwriting]

The 4th window

TW: Yandere stuff, violence

Your day as come to an end. You can rest up, nap... In your dream you are pulled into a unique scenario.

A tv headed being grabs you by the shoulders, the cyan grin inhumanly wide. His left eye spins so pretty... you feel compelled not to question. With a gentlemanly grace, though his hand never leaves you, he takes you to an abandoned voxtek warehouse.

The floor was covered in blood and it had some people in there. You can't tell if you knew them or not.

"Vox, please" a woman begs. A fresh gash bleeding from her leg, one eye swollen. The demon's wires hold her up.

"You served my beloved their coffee cold." All that charm evaporated, leaving the demon you knew him to be, his voice deeper, distorted with static as eletricity runs through her before he coldly drops her back to the crimson soaked floor.

"Darling~ Do you like what I did, just for you~? I even left them alive so you watch as I finish them off~ After all I spent so much time watching you through those screens of your's"

His voice distorts further, not the same deep static of before but something truely absolutely unhinged "It's so very cute. The way your eyes light up when I am on screen, as they should~ I am DIVINE! The way you growled at radio has-been or the so called princess of hell. How could I not fall for... Perfection~? A shame there is a barrier between us..." "The forth wall?" "Hah~ More like a window to me~ And I~ Am quite the voyeur my love~"

After a blood bath you... "wake" up. Not exactly. You were in this limbo state of not quite awake, not quite asleep, seeing silluettes of him dancing behind your eyelids "Come on~ Stay with me... just me..." The phantom limbs of the media overlord haunted you, claws on your shoulders, this time digging IN marking you as his... and you came to, for real this, dehydrated and nauseus... As you stared until your bathroom mirror, dishevelled in all senses of the word, you swear you can feel those same wires around your heart for a singular moment