Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss x Male reader Oneshots.

Listening Booth (Alastor x Any gender Reader) 🌤

// You and Alastor both wind up with the same record at a record store and only one listening booth left.//

(Y/N's POV)

You at your favorite record store the Slic disc, even though you died in 2015 you've always had a weird obsession with vinyls from back in the day especially the early 1960's. Most likely because your grandma always used to play them when you went to visit. Never mind that as you needed to find the record you were looking for, You were looking for Good Rocking Tonight by Roy Brown just as you thought this you found it sitting perfectly clean on the rack beaming like a holy artifact. You picked it up, turning to a store clerk polishing a Record Player nearby. 

"Excuse me do you know what listening booths are open?" You asked trying to be as polite as possible.

"Ah N/N yeah I think number three's open." 

"Thanks." You said while slightly nodding your head.

You turned around walking through the thin aisles into the back where you find Booth three a small cozy and stylish Listening booth complete with Record Player and soundproof walls. Along with a deer demon dressed in a rather fancy suit, also looking at it holding the same album as you. You both locked eyes as a light blush dusted your face. 

"So you like Roy Brown too darling?" He asked with the widest grin in all of hell.

"Yeah I've just been really getting into his stuff." You replied nervously 

"Well since there is only one booth and since we have the same album, Would you like to listen with me?" He asked his smile only getting wider.

"Uhm sure I would love to." You said trying to sound chipper.

"Splendid dear, It's Alastor and I don't believe I got yours." 

"M-my name's Y/N." 

"Quite the name I must say Now, shall we?" his smirk was practically fifty percent of his face now.

"Of course." Trying to sound as happy as possible.

(Nobody's POV)

Y/N got into the booth first as it was designed for one person having a single bench in it along with a table with the record player. it was going to be a tight fit but definitely possible Alastor struggled to squeeze in the booth having to bend down to even step foot in the booth. As you sat down on the bench Alastor sat down next to Y/N, shoulders grazing each other, It was awkward silence for a few seconds before. 

"I suppose I shall put on the album any particular song you would like to listen to darling?"

Y/N blushed madly as he said this."S-sure how about Butcher Pete?"

"Splendid choice."

//You don't have to listen to it I just thought it fit with Alastor. (even though it's the 1940's and it's an innuendo.)//

(Y/N's POV)

As the track played you couldn't help but look at him, Who could resist there was something about the demon that just caught your eye, His charm,his style and his signature smirk were all reasons that couldn't help but stare.

"Something wrong?" Alastor said snapping you back to reality

"Oh, Umm nope nothing wrong at all." you said trying to smile even though it wasn't fooling anyone as your cheeks spoke for you.