#vox employee

[strabiart]

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surprise part 2 to that one comic i did that one time XD

btw they've been on a private jet the entire time. it was only suppose to be a 20 minute flight ;P

[onesidedradiostatic]

I looked at the post again where the VoxTek employee rants about Vox's weird obsession and someone in the notes said Vivziepop needs to give us this guy's name from Episode 2 and I had this horrible idea

Charlie: "Aw, I think it's so nice that you want to join the hotel when you could go anywhere you please now that you're free! We're so happy to have you! What's your name?"

The VoxTek employee, shaking slightly: "...Alastor."

Alastor's already squinting at this point and Charlie is like mmmh what a coincidence! We actually have an Alastor here!

And the VoxTek employee stutters "B-but you can name me something else if you want to! T-this is j-just a name that Vox called me"

The sound of glass shattering can be heard as Alastor crushes the drink in his hand with this look of absolute horror on his face.

(referring to this post)

anon this is horrible thank you for this.

[sunlit-mess]

how do u feel about voxal/radiostatic?

that ship has me on a grip like radioapple

[askoverlordvox]

Mr. Vox? I’m sorry to bother you, but I can’t seem to locate the answers to these questions in my handbook.

Obviously I don’t have room for one now, but since you provided the housing, are there restrictions to having roommates later on?

@helluvahotelfan

That’s an excellent question!

Generally, we try to give our employees personal space, but! If you end up wanting a roommate who doesn’t work for me or owe me their soul in some way, you can file form HWB 1829 to have them vetted. I have to be careful about not invoking the ire of other Overlords or housing industrial spies, you understand.

If your potential roommate already works for me or owes me their soul, then it’s a simple matter of notifying the Housing office that you both want to share accommodations.

And, if you have a romantic or sexual interest in your roommate, HWB 1830 will enroll them in select benefits based on relationship duration. No need to get married for health benefits; dating will accomplish that!

[dewdropdinosaur]

Falling for You

VOX x READER Summary: You are Vox's assistant and maybe tripping isn't so bad in the work place. Warnings: None. Just Vox being egotistical(I tried to keep it canon but I am sorry if it's not exactly) and lots of pining. Keep in mind that REQUESTS are OPEN!!

Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his seven foot figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to either take pictures, ask questions, or get an autograph…which he had completely ignored all their attempts to try with a disgusted look on his face. Stepping out of the limo along with him, clutching your pen-pad you strode beside him as he walked into the large VoxTech building. 

You knew he had secretly enjoyed the attention he was getting very much from the crowd. It made him feel powerful. You swore you could have seen him flash a light blue toothy grin at times.

“Sir, Zestial, your 3 o’clock is waiting in the 10th floor lounge to discuss recent sales and advertisements on 666. And your 4 o’clock canceled so your 6 pm is now moved to that slot. Valentino wants you to visit his studio apparently he is pissed and oh Velvette is having none of it—”

“Relax darling, I’ve got it handled.” Vox smirked down at you, cupping your chin in his hand in dominance. You breathe out a heavy sigh once he removes his hand, hiding a small blush that graces your cheeks hoping he didn’t notice. He does though, always has. The way your eyes light up when you look at him, the small tint of color that reaches your nose when he compliments you, he sees it all. And he loves it. 

Entering the elevator, you press the button for the 10th floor; relaxing as the metal doors close shut and you are away from the loud crowd. It continued like this for the rest of the day. Meetings, interviews, coffee break(that was more like a coffee second than the actual 30 minute lunch session), writing reports, adding to Vox’s calendar, writing more reports, making sure Valentino doesn’t blow up another employee…and so on and so forth. 15 hour days were now your specialty after working with Vox for so many years and yet some days still drug on longer than one would have appreciated. 

Sitting at your desk outside Vox’s office, the small light of the lamp illuminated the darkened area. You rub your eyes in exhaustion, peeking at the monitor to see it read ‘1:26 AM’. Deciding that five hours of sleep was better than none, you switch off your monitor and stack your paper reports neatly on your desk for later that day. Flicking off the lamp, you knock softly on Vox’s office door and allow yourself in. 

“Sir, I just finished up. I’ll see you at 7 AM.”

“Mhmm, another late night?”

“Could say the same for yourself boss.”

“Y/N, it’s past work hours. You know how I hate paying your overtime.” 

“And yet, without fail, I see that nifty little add on each week.”

“Well, you are one of the few competent assholes in this place”

“Was that a compliment sir?” 

“Don’t push your luck darling.”

Vox turns his chair around to face you, a large cup of coffee steaming in his hand as he sips it with a smirk. Crossing your arms with the chuckle, you liked this banter. You and Vox had always had a good working relationship, sassing each other back and forth while still toeing the line between professionalism and flirting. Taking a step forward, you stop right in front of his desk.

“You know me Vox, I am always pushing the envelope. So, was it a compliment?”

“Ah yes, always so pushy. Really shouldn’t be a quality you brag about.”

“But it’s why you like me~. The pushing, always getting what I want to know.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny the fact that you may have more tact than most in this shithole.” 

Biting back a laugh at his playful attempt at professional language ruined by the vulgarity, you place a hip on the desk; sitting casually. The large aquarium was a nice backdrop and you could see why Vox spent a lot of time here. Other than working himself to the bone to maintain his image/the company or hunting down the Radio Demon on any available CV camera, looking into the aquarium was a nice activity you assumed he might partake in. 

“Something on your mind Y/N?” 

Snapping your head back to his and reality, you offer a sheepish smile and a shake of your head. 

“No, no. Just admiring the aquarium.”

“It is pretty nice, I built it myself. Should have seen it, it didn't take more than a week.”

“Truly humble boss, truly humble.” 

“Now is that any way to speak to your employer?”

“My apologies. I didn't realize stroking your ego was in my job responsibilities.” 

Standing up from the desk, you accidentally catch your foot on the wires underneath. Bracing for the impact, it doesn’t come. Instead, you are caught as a small yelp leaves your mouth. Looking up, Vox has caught you with one hand; holding you in a dip. The world freezes for a few seconds as you take a moment to look at his face, the feeling of his hands on your hips, it all felt…right for some reason. 

Clearing his throat, Vox pulls you up and removes his hand. You could have sworn you saw a small flush on his screened face before he spoke. 

“Tch, women. Always falling for me.”

“Again…really humble boss.”

Heat still crept onto your cheeks as you long for the feeling of his hands on your waist, how warm they felt, how safe it made you feel. Adjusting your blouse, you excuse yourself and walk home; mind running with all the possibilities and recounting every second of the encounter. 

Little did you know, Vox was doing the very same. Replaying the event on his monitors, reviewing every second and every flush of your skin. The way your eyes widened and looked up at him with such hope, it made his circuits buzz a little. He wouldn’t deny it, he had always found you attractive. Definitely helped in meetings with other Overlords to have a pretty face moderating. But he would be wrong to say that was the only reason. You were hardworking, almost as driven as him and that is saying something. You flowed effortlessly around the office, directing everything to its natural and needed space. And the way you smiled for the camera, gosh he wished you would smile at him like that. That pretty pearly white smile. 

Looks like this might not be the professional relationship it had started out to be. Neither of you wanted to keep it professional anyway. 

[eggcats]

In my AU, Alastor absolutely believes his thoughts about Vox are, like, objective fact and not opinions because CLEARLY anyone can SEE that Vox is the prettiest, best, most charming and beautiful mate in all of hell which means he HAS to be on the lookout for anyone trying to steal Vox from him because obviously everyone wants him

(I mean, is he wrong, tho? Exactly)

Alastor will just say the most unexpected romantic compliments to Vox without even thinking about it because he doesn't even register them AS compliments or flirting or anything, he's just stating objective facts - meanwhile Vox is overheating and needs to reboot his system

[voxsremotec0ck]

Vox with Pornstar!Reader= Wants to date them but it's hard since Valentino keeps getting in the way since he's is their boss.

Vox with Model!Reader= Wants to date them but it's hard since Velvette keeps getting in the ways since she's is their boss.

Vox with Weathergirl!Reader= Wants to date them but it's hard since Valentino and Velvette keeps getting in the way despite him being their boss.

Bonus

Vox with RadioIntern!Reader= Wants to date them but it's hard since Alastor keeps getting in the way since he's their boss. Also 90% chance they just hate him too.

(Choose Radio intern as their job since that seems to be becoming a common job position for Readers who work for Alastor)

Alright if I write the Vee’s employee!reader verse it’ll bump back the other oneshots

I’ll do them sporadically throughout writing this series but still it’ll take longer

[vypridae]

btw im gaining some attention so anyone here for vees stuff!! if you think the vees are better off without valentino!! and hate on him constantly!! and say that vox deserves better!! get off my blog!! block me!! i don't want that negative energy towards my babygirl on my page!! i recognize that valentino does awful things, and he is a terrible person, but if you think he's the only one of the vees that's super awful then please go away <3 vox and velvette are literally no better, they AID HIM in what he does (velvette's love potion, vox's advertising of said love potion, not to mention their own personal issues). you can hate him as much as you want but if you want him dead because vox and velvette need to get away from him or you think they're too good for him, please dni!!

[helluvahotelfan]

Vox zaps himself out of the complex's security system and approaches Jenn's door, steeling his nerves. He's got a bottle of the smoothest whiskey he could find, a little plush of a wolf, and a box of chocolate covered strawberries, shifting it all to his left arm as he rings the doorbell to Jenn's apartment. In his head, he's desperately trying to figure out how to word what he wants to say, but each attempt makes him wince.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

"No more second guessing." He smooths out his lapel. "Just be honest."

((@askoverlordvox))

Jenn had finished securing the last of her damp hair into a second loose braid when she heard her doorbell chime.

“Be right there!” she called out.

She looked down to where Jeffie had been sitting next to her and caught sight of just his tail as he left the bathroom, no doubt making his way to the front door.

Jenn made her way through the small apartment, realizing she hadn’t been expecting company, but perhaps it was Zoe or The Biter coming by to check on her.

She grabbed a baggy cardigan and threw it on to give herself a little modesty - she was just wearing a sports bra and shorts after all - before answering the door.

When she opened the door, she froze for a brief moment.

“Vox?” her voice barely audible to her own ears.

[villetela]

It's been a while since I drew Vox, so glad i still know how to draw him. Also Sevianna/Gabriella is now a fallen angel lmao jsjsjss

[v-vox-v]

Hi Vox! Here's a shark I saw at the aquarium with my best friend lol

“You went…”

“Without ME?!”

[strabiart]

he puts himself on airplane mode for a reason

Edit: surprise part 2

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[onesidedradiostatic]

oooh can you share the one sided radiostatic fics you've read? I'm really picky about fics so get discouraged scrolling through them if I don't find what I want fast enough. So I would love the recs!

don't really have a lot rn but I can send what I have read and liked so far (but just to clarify just because I've read them doesn't necessarily mean I fully agree with certain hcs/interpretations the author has, I know it should be obvious but just in case y'know, still had fun with them though)

all of these are pre-fallout

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Alastor and Vox's first meeting went better than you'd expect. It's a shame their friendship didn't last.

2.8k words

Recently deceased Vox attends a soirée with many of the big names of Hell. While there, he sees Alastor and can't keep himself away. He also can't keep his mouth shut.

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When getting Alastor to try new things, one must always keep his preferences in mind.

[inamindfarfaraway]

So we know what having your soul owned by Valentino is like, but being in Vox or Velvette’s thrall can’t be a picnic either. Vox is Amazon But Worse. Velvette is the social media industry. Can you imagine making a deal with the Influencer Demon for employment and protection in Hell because it’s just social media, how bad can it be compared to sex slavery or war profiteering, and now you have to follow every trend and do every challenge and have a literally unholy amount of screen time in general or she’ll rip your soul apart, all while you never feel the sweet release of double death?

[askoverlordvox]

Eventually…

Jenn makes it back to her apartment, Jeffie following close alongside her. After she had ensured everything was locked, she took a hot shower, changed, and finally sat down to review her employment contract.

She read through it twice and signed her name, the contract disappearing back to Vox.

Jenn grabbed the book she had abandoned before everything and read while Jeffie slept next to her on the couch.

@helluvahotelfan

Vox pauses what he's doing as the employment contract appears in front of him. He sits back in his chair, mulling over whether to file it or amend it. On the one hand, just because other things had changed didn't mean Jenn necessarily wanted a change to her job. She enjoyed working with the R&D teams. She could probably head up one of her own at this point.

His gaze went to the screen bank in front of him, at all the video feeds and logs he'd been reviewing, and all the ones he still had to check.

Setting aside the signed copy, Vox drafted a new contract to function as an addendum. The original would still be valid, of course. However, he thought she might sign this one- or at least get a chuckle out of it.

VoxTek™ Dating Agreement

I, @helluvahotelfan , invoke the infernal powers of Hell to complete the following agreement between myself and the Overlord, Vox. Hereafter, "the girlfriend" will refer to Jenn, "the boyfriend" will refer to Vox, and "the contract" will refer to this agreement, signed and sealed by a kiss.

Payment: to complete this contract, the girlfriend and the boyfriend pledge loyalty to each other and trust in each other. For as long as both parties agree, the terms and conditions of this contract are considered valid. Additionally, neither party can cause physical harm to the other while this contract is in effect without explicit and enthusiastic consent.

Terms: the boyfriend and the girlfriend agree to a mutually supportive relationship. Each party is responsible for vocalizing their needs and wants, to be fulfilled by the other to the best of their ability. Expected activities include but are not limited to: hand holding, kissing, hugging, cuddling, hanging out, watching TV or movies, listening to music, going out to eat, going dancing, and sharing meals. Surprises are authorized but only within reasonable levels of consent.

Conditions: This contract remains in effect provided both the girlfriend and the boyfriend wish to continue adhering to the terms. At any time, either party may request breaking the contract. The request must be accepted by the boyfriend.

Ground Rules: Date Nights are Thursday nights. This section to be amended as necessary.

Options: the girlfriend may, at any time, request to move into the boyfriend's condo. The girlfriend may, at any time, request a direct promotion to personal assistant to the boyfriend, in the hopes they can stop each other from becoming workaholics. Both parties may, at any time, request acts of affection to be fulfilled by the other when appropriate.

Hours: 24/7/365. April 29th will hereafter be reserved as a day to vent all lingering annoyance via pillow fight.

Signed and confirmed via kiss with the boyfriend,

Vox chuckles, nodding and throwing the contract at the nearest screen, where it digitized itself and hurried to Jenn, popping out of her phone in the same cool blue envelope as the first one.

He grabs his coffee cup and takes a sip. "I'm fuckin' hilarious."

[dewdropdinosaur]

Falling for You Part 2

VOX x READER Part One Summary: After the incident, you can't stop thinking about Vox. Little did you know, he can't stop thinking about you either. Warnings: NONE. More sassy narrator :0 This was a request for the wonderful @mcueveryday. Enjoy my lovely! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! See pinned post for details.

About a week had passed since what you were referring to as the “incident”. AKA, falling less than gracefully into Vox’s arms and practically making a fool of yourself. Everything had gone back to normal, at least it seemed to. You still did your heavy workload, still hung around Vox every day and late into the night, still drank over 400 mgs of coffee which you knew you should probably stop doing. In fact, the caffeine was probably the reason you were so anxious about the message you just got. 

‘Meet me in my office at 6 pm - V’ 

That was it. You were doomed. Vox was gonna fire you or worse…find out you have feelings for him. Gripping your head in your hands, you lay down on the flat of your desk and let out a heavy sigh. ‘Put on a game face, just get it over with’ repeats over and over. The monitor of your computer reads ‘5:55 PM’. It has been different lately, with Vox, despite the routine returning. As if toeing that line of flirty and professional had become obsolete, a taboo. Never to happen again. You could hardly look at him anymore without remembering the feeling of his warm hands on your waist, how his figure vibrated with a soft static that could’ve(and almost) lulled you into a sense of security and peace that just felt right. 

It felt right to Vox too. Him…Vox.. the charismatic and intellectual news anchor of Hell's 24/7 news channel ‘666’, had found himself caught in a web of emotions. He was the embodiment of chaos and cunning, but deep within the gears of his mechanical heart, there was a longing for something more.

You were definitely a force to be reckoned with. Smart, sassy, and absolutely unimpressed by Vox's grandeur, you had managed to keep him in check. You had been by his side for years, witnessing every outlandish broadcast, every flashy promotion, and every whirlwind scandal Vox was involved in. Yet, behind the scenes, an unspoken connection brewed.Vox couldn't quite put his finger on when his feelings for you had shifted from professional camaraderie to something more profound. Perhaps it was the way you effortlessly handled his chaotic demands, or maybe it was the subtle smiles you shared during stressful moments. Nevertheless, Vox found himself captivated by your fiery personality. 

Then again, you too, were not immune to the magnetic pull Vox exerted. Admiring his flamboyance, his cunning charm, and the way he managed to always stay one step ahead in the cutthroat world of Hell's media. It was a guilty pleasure, one you dared not confess, let alone to Vox. Hell, you hadn't even written it down in your journal for fear of being discovered. 

Vox, normally unfazed by such situations, felt a peculiar nervousness creeping up within him. Sure, he had flings and scandals, nothing a little media and personality couldn’t fix; the man had base and carnal needs after all. But..this…this was different. You were different. 

As six pm approached, you cautiously entered his office with your usual charm to conceal your nerves(a clever ploy dear, I wonder how long that will last). 

"Need any help, boss?" you smirked, usual confidence masking the subtle vulnerability that lurked beneath. 

Vox spun his chair to face you, a smirk gracing his features. Both of you were playing this unspoken game of cat and mouse…who would talk about it first?

"You know, Y/N, I've been thinking," he began, his voice surprisingly soft.

"I've been dancing around this for far too long and I think I have come to a conclusion.” Vox rising from his chair, strode over to you and hovering over your figure. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, the usual demeanor was at a loss. In that vulnerable moment, Vox and your eyes meet, and for the first time, the depth of emotion reflected in each other's gaze. The tension between you crackled, igniting a spark that neither could ignore. Both smirks and facades fell and crashed. 

With trembling hands, Vox reached out to caress your cheek, his heart pounding with anticipation. Breath caught in your throat as you leaned into his touch, both of your desires laid bare for each other to see.In a bold move fueled by years of pent-up longing, Vox closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to yours in a fervent kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the intoxicating embrace, passion ignited like wildfire.

Removing himself slowly, a genuine smile played on your lips as you felt your knees buckle a little. Holding onto Vox for support, he grabs both your hands and helps you up. 

Vox chuckled, relief washing over him. "There you go again, falling for me darling.” 

“That’s what you go with, you egotistical bastard?," you teased.

With a shared laugh, the tension between them dissolved and in that moment, Hell seemed to stand still. 

“Took you long enough you know?

“Y/N, you know better than anyone not to rush me.”

“And you know better than anyone that I run a tight ship! So do remember next time you wish to kiss me, that you might wanna schedule it because damn it Vox! I have been stressing about liking you for centuries!”

“You and every other woman in Hell.”

“Vox…”

“I know, I know. Trust me darling, I have only fallen for you. Or…rather you for me—twice.” 

“I hate you, you know that right?”

“On the contrary, you quite like me dear.” The charismatic news anchor and his fearless assistant leaned in, lips meeting in another kiss that felt like an eternity in the making. Turns out you didn’t have much to worry about after all. Still, you do need to lay off the caffeine dear. It's not good for your heart.(Neither is going a few rounds on your bosses desk with your boss but that is a...ahem...long story for another time)