#demiromantic reader

[twstedwonders]

hello! i saw u had requests open and that made me really excited as a fellow leona liker :3 truthfully ive never seen anyone post about demiromantic readers let alone their take on it, so:

leona and/or jade reacting to their (gender neutral) partner opening up about being demiromantic and how they've only ever loved one other person when they were very young

im unsure of your request rules, so if this breaks character limit/if you feel like rejecting the request, no hard feelings! i gope this scratches some of ur twst-related writing itch :3

A/N: Hello fellow Leona Lover!! Thanks for your request 💕

I hadn't thought about setting up a request rules section yet, but I'll make sure to start one!

I hope you enjoy reading!

GN!Reader, Established Relationship

Leona and Jade with a S/O who admits they're Demiromantic

Leona Kingscholar

It was likely during one of your many cuddle sessions when you tell him.

You're resting on his chest, listening to and feeling the soft rumbles of his occasional  chuff soaring through the muscled man. He has his fingers ever so lightly grazing your arm, almost absent-mindedly, as you two share stories back and forth.

When you reveal you're demiromantic, and that you've only ever loved one other person, he's almost at a loss for words at first.

You- wonderful, gorgeous, incredible you- found it in your heart to love a lazy lion like him. It still boggles his mind, really. And now you're telling him there was only one other person who has ever had the privilege of holding your love and affection? He really doesn't believe it.

He realizes it may have taken a lot of courage to tell him what you did, and he thanks you sincerely for trusting him enough to tell him.

He has the slightest worrisome thought that his flirty touches would have made you uncomfortable before you two started dating, but he never voices it. This is about you, this is your moment, not his.

If you're worried he'd think of you in any negative light, never. Honestly, none of the boys would. Twisted Wonderland is a world filled with magical beings, where different species of people live together. Gender and sexuality is a huge spectrum, and this is well known, well accepted, and even celebrated!

If you're into wearing and showing off your pride colors, he'll gladly buy you a whole catalog of things with his wealth. He may even start wearing a bracelet showing off your colors, especially at any pride parades/festivals- if you allow him to. He is just so proud of you and your pride. And hey, maybe he'll feel confident enough around you to start wearing his own colors too.

Jade Leech

You may have told him while the both of you were alone in the Monstro Lounge Kitchen. The place was closed, and Jade was testing out different recipes, trying to find the perfect one to add to the menu. You are there to keep him company, pitch in your ideas, and of course, to test out whatever flavorful concoction he cooks up.

The comforting atmosphere and gentle words shared between your encourages you to speak up, telling him that you're demiromantic, and that there's only ever been one other person you had loved.

Honestly, he does feel a little smug knowing you likely experienced some "firsts" with him, the honor was his, truly.

With a small but genuine smile, he thanks you for your trust in him. He's well aware of what others think of him, and yet here you are, his darling pearl, entrusting him with important knowledge about yourself.

There will be really no change to your relationship, things will carry on like usual, until you crack a joke or start wearing something with your pride flag on it. Once you do, prepare for the jokes and playful teasing to commence! The sweet but sly boy was waiting for you to initiate the okay for doing anything. He'll only ever do it in private, not even around Floyd, as he knows this may be something you wish to keep between yourselves.

He may be a little mischievous and make a fun fruity drink based around your pride colors for the lounge. Oh, he does suppose that drink shares those colors, how strange.

And yes, he will be making a terrarium or few inspired with your pride flag colors. No you cannot stop him. yes, you can, all the boys are simps and will do as you wish.

[absentcaryatid]

There is such fun to the layers in this story. The reader's meme she drops into the group chat in playfulness hits very different knowing this is a yandere story.

Another meme is sent from you of a stuffed bear wrapped in a blanket burrito while laying on a bed. A knife peeks out from the blanket. The caption reads something along the lines of, ‘I will sneak into your house and replace all your drinks with sleepy time tea. You will be forced to breathe in comforting scents which soothe the mind, and as you fall unconscious, the last image you will have is of me smiling over you with a nice warm blanket tucking you in. This is a THREAT.’

While things haven't gotten ugly with Yeosang yet, I'm guessing his obsessive relationship will be one where he thinks his motives are only good and helpful toward the reader justifying whatever terrifying behavior he is going to get up to.

Jackie knows the members to come up with a scene like the following that sounds straight out of one of their practice room interviews where they are goofing off in the background as others answer questions two at a time.

Another picture is sent. A pile consisting of Yeosang, Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong all seemingly rolling around on the floor is shown. San stands to the side with Mingi, the former attempting to pull the pile of males on the floor apart while the latter laughs.

The characters here don't just look like ATEEZ, they are them (other than the yandere of course!). The reader is just as likable in with this delightful crowd. The way she asserts boundaries around declaring a favorite is wonderful life advice in general. To get another reader character comfortable with a genderqueer side characters like Jackie wrote in the Lethal Protectors series is again a treat.

This time we not only got makeup artist Zed but the boba tea staff person too! That means a lot as an agender person myself that nonbinary people exist in the worlds of mint-yooxgi stories. I'm going to end this with a note of additional joy over the reader's sexual and romantic orientations. Getting all this diversity in one story makes me feel like I've won the fic lottery as a reader.

{4} - Written in the Stars - Yandere!Idol!Yeosang X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Soft Yandere AU & Idol AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Slow Burn

Pairing: Yeosang X Reader (ft. future Ateez and Skz ensemble)

Words: 12,502

Warnings: Slow burn. Minor fatshaming, oc gets called a bitch a few times (not by anyone important), minor assault and uncomfortable/inappropriate comments made towards the oc. K-Drama moment. I think that's all This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It's been literally forever since I updated this omg, but I hope you all enjoy this part!! I'll edit it tomorrow after I wake up, so please excuse any mistakes. I'm super tired and not feeling the greatest at the moment because of it. Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Disclaimer: It's not often this chapter where this applies, but the following is important to note:

"This represents a line spoken in Korean."

"Bolded represents a line spoken in English."

"Bolded and italics represents a line spoken in Japanese."

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Placing the mug onto the table in front of you, you pull out a chair and sit down.

“I’m serious!” Winry laughs. “Rumour on the street is that you and Yuta are dating! After those images of him holding your hand at that award’s show went viral, it was the talk of the town.”

Letting out a puff of air, you run a hand over the top of your head. “It must not be a very popular story. Mark hasn’t said anything about it to me.”

“Maybe he’s jealous.” She shrugs, taking a sip from the mug you’ve already provided for her.

Immediately, you start laughing. “I highly doubt that.”

“Yuta is your biggest wrecker in NCT,” she shrugs casually.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know that.” You reply.

“You told him that Ten is your bias, but not the fact that Yuta is your wrecker?” Winry quirks a brow.

“Essentially,” your shoulder lifts nonchalantly in confirmation. “Also told him that he was my first NCT bias cause he wouldn’t stop complaining about it.”

“Damn,” she breathes. “Boy must have ascended when you told him that.”

“You’re blowing things out of proportion.” You shake your head teasingly. “They’re just my friends.”

“Are you sure they think that?” She quirks a brow. 

Only, before you can respond, her phone rings. 

“I’m so sorry,” she grins sheepishly, checking who the caller is. “It’s Wyatt.”

Understanding passes over your features. “Well, aren’t you going to answer it?”

“Are you sure?” She looks genuinely hesitant to.

“Of course! He’s your significant other, after all!” You encourage her to answer by motioning towards her phone. “You haven’t talked lately cause of his business trip, right? Please, be my guest!”

A grateful smile tugs onto her lips as she stands from your kitchen table. Not even a moment later, she’s pressing accept on the call as she retreats into your living room for a bit more privacy.

You watch her disappear around the couch, noticing how she tucks herself away in the corner by the balcony. Her voice is low, so you can’t really make out what she says, but from the expression on her face you can tell just how happy she is to be talking with him. You smile.

Shifting your gaze to your hands, you pull your mug in closer to yourself. A moment later, you bring it to your lips, taking a small sip of the hot chocolate you’ve made. At least it’s cool enough for you to drink now.

Pulling your phone out of the side pocket of your leggings, you decide to distract yourself for the time being. You don’t want Winry to feel as if she has to rush her conversation with her significant other. After all, they haven’t spoken in over a week, let alone seen each other recently. With their busy schedules, you can’t even remember the last time she spoke about seeing him.

Scrolling through Tumblr, you check your notifications. 

Despite being a published author, you still maintain some of your blogs from before. The sentiment is far too great for you to give up now, and you enjoy it too much. Besides, it’s fun to post little pieces here and there on your old writing accounts. When inspiration strikes, it strikes hard.

There are only a few select people that know you still do this. Well, more than just a few. Still, it’s quite fun to see new readers message you asking you if you’re really who they think you are, only for you to reply that you are not. It’s like a huge game of detective for your followers that are convinced you are who you say you are not, but don’t have any proof. Of course, you use an alias online now, but regardless, you don’t think you could give up your blogs, even if you tried.

“Sorry about that.” Winry’s voice manages to pull you out of your thoughts.

Locking your phone, you place it beside your mug on the table. "No worries at all; I don’t mind.”

She smiles, but from the way she begins to fidget in her seat, you can tell that she has more to say.

You quirk a brow.

“Wyatt came back a few days early. He said he wanted to surprise me, but when he got back to our apartment, I wasn’t at home.” She begins.

You hum in acknowledgement.

“He said he had a surprise he wanted to give me, and that he wanted to take me out for the day.” She continues. “I told him I was spending time with you.”

You take another sip of your drink.

“Of course, he seemed a little disappointed, but he understood-“

“Winry, if you want to go spend the day with your significant other, don’t worry about me.” You reply.

“But we planned for us to spend the day together…” She counters, shoulders twitching as she fiddles with her hands beneath the table.

“I know you want to see him.” You smile assuringly. “It’s been, what? Two months?”

“Almost three.” She breathes out, whole body stilling as she stares at the top of your kitchen table almost absentmindedly.

“Then, by all means! Go! Spend the day with him!” You motion for her to stand. “We can always reschedule. Who knows when you’ll get to see him like this again.”

“Are you sure?” Hopeful eyes meet your own.

“Positive.” You nod, quite enthusiastically. ��Go have fun with Wyatt! We saw each other last week, and I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.”

It’s as if a tension lifts from her entire body. “You’re the best!”

You laugh, watching as she scrambles to her feet and towards the front door. “I know.”

“I owe you. Big time for this.” She says as you follow her to the front. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough.”

“I need to run a few errands, anyways.” You wave her off, holding your mug delicately in your one hand. “Gives me an excuse to go do some things I’ve been putting off before tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah, your signing is tomorrow, right?” She finishes slipping on her shoes.

You nod.

“We’ll be there.” She states, rather firmly.

“You don’t have to-“

“Nonsense!” She shakes her head. “I’m coming to support you, and I’m dragging his ass along with me, too. Payback for this little ‘surprise’.”

The two of you share a small laugh.

“Okay, well, say ‘hi’ for me, and have fun!” You smile, holding the door open for her as she exits your apartment.

“Will do!” She calls over her shoulder as she heads down the hallway. “See you later!”

Waving your final goodbye, you shut the door softly. As soon as the lock clicks into place, a small sigh is escaping your lips. Well, there go your plans of spending your day with your friend.

Oh, well. It happens.

Stopping off in the kitchen on your way back to the table, you’re quick to place your now empty mug in the sink. A few steps later, you’ve moved over to grab your phone off of the top of the table, shifting to put Winry’s glass into the sink as well. 

Leaning against the counter, you scroll through your phone. You do have a few things you could get done today, but you weren’t really planning on doing them until later. Perhaps you can find a café or something when you’re finished, and get some writing done.

A sudden message from Jongho in the group chat catches your attention. It appears that they’re all at the dance studio for practice, as he’s sent a selfie to go along with it. Only, you can tell he was really sneaking a picture of the two males doing… whatever it is that they’re doing in the background.

You:Please tell me that’s some kind of elaborate stretch I’ve never heard about and not choreo for your next comeback.

You: And if it’s neither… Damn, you guys really get it on in the studio? I heard some of you were freaky, but I didn’t think you were that bad

Mingi: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

You honestly laugh at how many emojis this man uses.

Seonghwa: Why? Are you interested in what goes on during practice?

Yunho: Wanna watch?

The side eyes Yunho sends you have you quirking a brow.

Jongho: Uh-oh, now the hot Cheeto is mad.

Another picture is sent, this time of Wooyoung angrily storming towards where you believe Jongho to be sitting. You can see both Mingi and San laughing in the background of this one while Hongjoong just looks exasperated.

Wooyoung: If you’re gonna sneak pictures of me in compromising positions to send to our sexy author friend, at least make sure to get my good side.

Jongho: What ‘good side’?

Wooyoung:Do you see? Do you see the harsh words I have to put up with from my junior everyday?

Yeosang: To be fair, he’s not the only one wondering

At the pondering emoji Yeosang uses, you cannot help but send a few laughing ones of your own.

Wooyoung: NOT YOU, TOO!

Wooyoung: First, you break my heart by giving me false hope that I’m your bias. Then, you won’t even tell me that I’m your wrecker. And now, you LAUGH at my MISERY?

Wooyoung: You are a meanie >:(

You:Wait wait wait

You: I knew that, but how did YOU know that? :0

A slew of laughing emojis are sent from a bunch of the guys, you smiling down at your phone. This short interaction has really served to boost your mood, and you cannot help the way a few chuckles escape you as you read their continued banter back and forth.

Hongjoong: You should come hang out with us sometime during practice. At least that way I know Wooyo will behave.

You can practically hear the whine Wooyoung is sure to let out in response as you read this message, and you cannot prevent the way your lips quirk upwards.

Seonghwa: Yeah! The staff seem to like you, and our manager already said it was okay.

A moment where you see a few of them typing their responses.

Wooyoung: Besides… you’d get to watch us dance~

You: Be honest, is this another one of your attempts to figure out my bias?

Hongjoong: No! 

Hongjoong: Most definitely not! 

Hongjoong: Why would you think that? 

Hongjoong: I would never!

You receive a photo from Yeosang of Hongjoong intensely staring down at his phone, his ears clearly bright red as he pouts.

Yunho:Betrayal…

You shake your head in amusement.

You: As long as you can guarantee I won’t be in the way, or be too much of a distraction… I’ll think about it.

Several various cheering emojis are sent to you by some clearly overexcited males (Wooyoung, Mingi, and Jongho), while the others are able to type out their excitement with small phrases.

San: Since we’re now all apparently taking a break… what are you up to currently?

You: Me? Well, I was supposed to spend the day with a friend, but something came up, so now I’m going to go run some errands. Might find a café of something and do some writing.

Hongjoong: Did you even get any sleep last night?

You: Hey! Of course I did! Besides, you’re one to talk. I woke up to five messages all an hour apart. You were up WAY later than I was. You need more sleep than I do!

Hongjoong: It’s not my fault I do my best work at night.

A meme is sent from you of a man in a purple shirt pointing his finger in the air while saying ‘you got me there’.

You: I swear, one of these days I’m going to knock you unconscious and FORCE you to sleep

Hongjoong: That’s rich, considering YOU are practically always awake when I am

Another meme is sent from you of a stuffed bear wrapped in a blanket burrito while laying on a bed. A knife peeks out from the blanket. The caption reads something along the lines of, ‘I will sneak into your house and replace all your drinks with sleepy time tea. You will be forced to breathe in comforting scents which soothe the mind, and as you fall unconscious, the last image you will have is of me smiling over you with a nice warm blanket tucking you in. This is a THREAT.’

Wooyoung: If this is how you threaten people, then I want IN

Mingi: Oh, oh! Threaten ME next!

You: You would not BELIEVE how many times my one friend sends me this, especially when it’s like, five am my time, and they’re just sitting down for dinner in their time zone.

Hongjoong: You drive a hard bargain…

Yunho: My god, I think he’s actually listening for once…

Seonghwa: I have been trying for YEARS-

Hongjoong: It only works if she’s the one to do it.

Wooyoung: I’d listen, too, if I had a pretty lady always telling me what to do.

San: Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re an obedient sub.

Wooyoung: LIKE YOU WERE THINKING ANY DIFFERENT!

The cackle that escapes you nearly causes you to drop your phone.

Mingi: Wooyo’s got a point…

You: Am I suddenly in the wrong group chat?

Yunho: Nope, same one. You should see how mad Jongho looks right now.

A photo is provided by Wooyoung this time of the youngest sitting against the mirrors with a frown on his face. He hugs his knees to his chest as he stares down at his phone.

Your own brows furrow in confusion, but before you can respond, Yeosang beats you to it.

Yeosang: Will you all stop fucking flirting with each other?

You nearly drop your phone.

San: Oop- we’ve gone and made Yeo mad

Wooyoung: Just cause YOU’RE not her favourite doesn’t mean you have to spoil OUR fun, Sangie.

You: Woah, woah, woah, who said he’s not my favourite?

This seems to shut all of them up for a good few minutes.

Seonghwa: Yeosang’s your bias?

Another minute of silence.

Yunho: You seem to have incited a war.

Another picture is sent. A pile consisting of Yeosang, Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong all seemingly rolling around on the floor is shown. San stands to the side with Mingi, the former attempting to pull the pile of males on the floor apart while the latter laughs.

You send some side eye emojis along with a few laughing faces.

You: You guys are really THAT desperate to know who my bias is?

Mingi: Does that mean Yeosang ISN’T your bias?

A shrugging emoji is all he receives from you in response. For now.

You: Any one of you could or couldn’t be my main bias. 

You: Like I said, you have to buy me a drink first ;)

Wooyoung: Why can’t you just tell us? :(

A sigh escapes you, thumbs hovering in the air over the keyboard as multiple of them seem to agree with Wooyoung’s inquiry.

You: It’s just a personal thing I have. 

You: I don’t mind telling other people, but when it comes to the actual people it involves, it’s a different story. I don’t know how much my opinion of each of you matters, but I’ve never really enjoyed picking favourites when that choice is told to said people. I don’t like the connotations of multiple people getting their hopes up that I’ll pick them as my favourite, only to choose someone else. I don’t like disappointing people, and I also am all too familiar with the feeling of not even being someone’s last choice. If I tell you who I bias, it will most likely be at some point when we’re one on one. If you’re still interested at that point.

You:I just-

You: Did that make sense? I can try and explain it better if you need me to.

Yeosang: We understand. Don’t force yourself to do something that makes you uncomfortable.

Wooyoung: Don’t worry! We’ll stop bothering you about it.

Yunho: Wooyoung… just agreed to stop pestering someone…

San: It’s a Christmas miracle!

Jongho: He’s still pouting about it in the corner…

A photo is received showing both Hongjoong, Mingi, and Wooyoung all standing dejectedly in the corner.

You: Damn, are you guys going to start growing mushrooms like Tamaki from Ouran now, too? I didn’t realize my opinion of you mattered so much.

You: If it makes you all feel any better, I think you’re all wonderful people. I thought that before I met you, and getting to know you all has only solidified that fact.

Quite a few typing bubbles appear onscreen. A moment later, you’re flooded by emoticons either blushing, screaming, and, or crying happily with hearts surrounding them.

Seonghwa: You’re a great friend

A soft smile caresses your features as you read his comment, a subtle heat rising up your neck. At the way the others all emphasize Seonghwa’s message, you cannot help the way your heart begins to flutter inside your chest. Truly, his words mean the world to you, and the fact the others agree with him is simply icing on the cake.

After sending a quick response to them, you decide to actually get out of your apartment for the day. It takes you no time at all to grab your one notebook, some writing tools, and your laptop, just in case. Packing everything into your one small cream coloured tote with the Skz Zoo characters on it that you got from their one concert, you head towards the door.

Slipping your shoes on, you grab your purse, slinging that over your opposite shoulder. You do a quick check in the mirror to make sure you still look okay before slipping out of the door. The faint clicking sound of the lock sliding into place is starting to become a familiar comfort to you every time you leave your apartment, walking down the hallway towards the elevators in the next second.

The ride down to the main floor is a bit slow, you focussing on your phone the whole time. Naver Maps rests open on the screen, doing a quick search of the area to find the best stores for what you’re looking for. Already, you have a mental list of what you need to get, and you figure doing that before settling down in a café to write will do you some good. That way, if you get on a roll, you don’t have to worry about cutting your time short to pick up what you need.

Stepping into the lobby, you send a polite greeting to the security guard behind the front desk before exiting the building.

The moment you step outside, you head over to the bus stop. Sitting on the bench, you wait for the respective bus to come, plugging in your headphones all the while. At least you can take your time now, and maybe explore the area a bit more when you get back. If you’re up for that, that is.

Half an hour later, you find yourself at a small shopping centre. You don’t need much, but you do need to get a few new replacement pieces of makeup. Then, you figure you can check out the bookstore before finding a place to work on your novel.

The night of the award’s show, you managed to finish off both your favourite shade of red lipstick, as well as your liquid eyeliner. Normally, you don’t wear makeup very often, but since you have a bunch of events coming up, and no personal stylist, you figure you should at least look somewhat put together. Not that that ideal will last long.

Still, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Entering a few different cosmetic stores, you search around for the best deal. The first one you went into was sold out of the liquid liner you like to use, anyways. You swear by it, as it’s application is the easiest to deal with. At least, in your opinion. That, and it dries quickly, and isn’t prone to smudging.

Perhaps you should also get a pencil liner while you’re at it…

Standing in front of the display with your favourite shade of red lipstick already held in your one hand, you look over all of the options. It appears as if this store is having a sale on their eyeliner, the words ‘buy one, get one half off’ practically glaring back at you from the sign.

Your eyes light up as you spot your favourite liquid liner. Almost instantly, your hands reach out to grab one of the last two on the shelf. Then, comes the hard part. Picking a pencil liner to go with it.

That’s when you notice another person shifting closer to you almost timidly.

Turning your head, you see a person somewhat hesitantly standing a few feet away. Their appearance is slightly androgynous, their black hair falling to their shoulders in a semi-wolf cut. Every now and then, you see their gaze darting to you almost nervously, their eyes lined with black liner.

“I like your hair,” you hum, purposely focussing on the display in front of you as you pull one of the two options you’ve been looking at off of the shelf. “I think it suits you nicely.”

Almost instantly, the person’s eyes light up despite them averting their gaze, “Thank you.”

You blink, as if realizing something.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m completely blocking the display.” You step to the side, smiling politely at the person beside you.

Timidly, they smile back, taking a step in closer to the display.

Reaching your one hand forward, you pull the other pencil liner you’ve been considering off of the shelf to compare it to the other one in your opposite hand. Your brow furrows, looking over each one of them carefully and attempting to find out what the difference is between the two brands.

“I personally like this one better.” A voice from your right draws your attention, and you notice the person beside you glancing down at the liner in your right hand. “It last longer, and if you want to go for a smokey eye, it blends really nicely.”

“Really?” Your voice sounds hopeful.

“Yeah!” They smile somewhat shyly. “Though, if you don’t want it to smudge, then I would go with the other one you’re holding. It’s more of a gel pencil, if that makes sense.”

Softly, you nod your head. “I don’t usually wear a lot of makeup, but I never fuck around with my eyeliner.”

“Oh, yeah. Eyeliner can practically smell fear.” They joke.

A small laugh escapes you, and you notice them chuckling along, too.

“To be honest, I’ve never really been into makeup, but I don’t mind it every now and then.” You admit, sparing a glance down at the products held in your hand.

“I love it.” They say, only for their whole body to stiffen in the next second. It’s almost as if they said something wrong, for they glance towards you in what you can only assume is fear in the next moment.

“That’s so cool!” You grin, eyes crinkling at the sides. “I really love the way you’ve done your eyes today. It really makes them pop.”

Instantly, their shoulders relax and they shuffle a bit from foot to foot. “Thank you.”

“When I was younger, I was always obsessed with different coloured eyeliner.” You say, putting the one pencil liner back onto the shelf since you’ve decided to go with the other one for now. “Never used them, but I would always beg my mom to buy them for me.”

“I think my mom nearly had a stroke the first time I asked her to buy lipstick for me.” They voice lowly, as if sharing a precious secret. “She was a little hesitant at first, but when she saw how much I loved it, she couldn’t resist getting me more. Now, it’s like a recurring joke between us for her to get me a new shade every year for my birthday.”

“I love this for you!” You grin widely. “That’s honestly the best.”

“I’ve always wanted to work in the film industry for a few years now, but it’s quite competitive even getting a foot in the door.” They tell you.

“I can imagine.” You nod sympathetically before your eyes are widening as if you’ve just realized something. Then, quickly, you’re introducing yourself, seeing as you haven’t bothered to yet.

“I’m still working on that name stuff, but for now you can call me Zed.” They say, bowing slightly to you.

You bow back.

Ten more minutes are spent talking with Zed in front of that display. You even manage to go on your brief makeup is gender neutral rant after they express the same ideals.

“Everything is gender neutral if you’re brave enough.” You comment lowly, adjusting the strap of your purse over your one shoulder.

“Here, here.” They mock toast you with the few products held in their one hand.

“By the way, you mentioned being a makeup artist, correct?” You meet their gaze.

“Yeah, you’re correct.” They nod once in confirmation.

“This may be really weird considering we just met, but if you’re free tomorrow morning, I have an event I need to attend, and I would love someone to do my makeup for me. I’m not the greatest artist myself, and I would definitely pay you for your work!” You begin, somewhat shyly.

“Sure! What time would you need me to be at the place?” They ask.

Five minutes later, and you’ve exchanged contact information with them after explaining the details.

“I thought you looked familiar.” They mumble, almost to themselves. “I heard about that speech you gave two weeks ago, it was all over the news. I just didn’t realize that that was you.”

“Yep!” You chuckle, grinning widely from ear to ear. “That’s me!”

“Is that why you’re picking up products today?” They quirk a brow.

“One of the reasons.” You confirm. “I have the rest at home, but you’re more than welcome to bring whatever you think you may need tomorrow. I know it’s super short notice, and we just met, but I really appreciate you agreeing to do this for me.”

“Hey,” they shrug, “work is work. As long as you’re serious about it, that is.”

“Of course!” Comes your immediate reply. “You’re also welcome to message me anytime! I really enjoyed talking with you today.”

“Me too,” they smile.

“Thanks for the recommendation, by the way.” You wiggle the pencil liner held in your hand.

“No worries at all.” They chuckle. “You looked like you were struggling, and I’m always happy to help.”

You begin to make your way towards the cash line with Zed in tow. Except, you notice them holding only one liner in their hand, as opposed to the two they had earlier.

“Are you not going to get the other one, too?” You tilt your head curiously. “It’s buy one, get one fifty percent off.”

“I don’t think two is in the budget for me right now,” they chuckle, somewhat embarrassedly. “Money’s a little tight between jobs.”

You pause momentarily, turning right back around and pulling the other product they had been looking at off the shelf before grabbing the other one that’s still held in their hand.

“What are you doing?” Their voice is a little frantic as they follow closely behind you.

“Buying something for my friend.” You reply, somewhat matter-of-factly. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You don’t have to!” Immediately, they begin to protest.

“Think of it as a small ‘thank you’ from me to you in advance of tomorrow.” You reply, stepping into line with them beside you. “Besides, I want to.”

They purse their lips slightly, shuffling from foot to foot before muttering out a low thanks.

“Don��t even worry about it!” You smile at Zed. “It’s my pleasure.”

Idly, you continue to chat with them as you wait to be cashed out. As soon as you’re done, you hand them their items while standing just outside the store.

“Thank you so much.” They breathe, almost in relief.

“Really, it’s no problem.” You smile, tucking your own items into your tote bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah! Just text me the details as soon as you can, and I’ll be there!” They reply eagerly, tucking their own products into their back pocket.

“Of course!” You wave as they begin to take their leave. “Talk to you later!”

The moment they’re out of sight, you cannot help but smile more to yourself. They were so nice, and you honestly loved every second of that interaction with them. If only more people were like them.

Adjusting the strap of your tote, you turn back to face the other shops lining the space. There’s really only one other store you’d like to check out before leaving to find a café soon.

On the way to the bookstore, you quickly text all of the information Zed will need for tomorrow to them. They reply quickly with a ‘thanks!’ And some excited emoticons.

Again, you grin to yourself, happy to have made a new friend.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, you spot the bookstore at the end of the row. The sign is bright, and you can see a bunch of people milling about the one section near the front. Despite this not being the store you’ll be having your signing in, there seems to be a large display of your books in the middle of the store. Luckily, your picture doesn’t seem to be anywhere near the table like the last bookstore you had visited.

Shuffling passed a few people, you’re quick to head over to the manga section. There’s a volume of Tokyo Ghoul in Korean that continues to elude you no matter how hard you try and find it. You really just want it to complete your collection at this point, and it has one of your favourite characters on the front.

Crouching down to look on the bottom shelf where you see the different volumes of the manga you’re looking for residing, you’re quick to scan them all. Your eyes practically light up as you see the one you’re looking for, only a sharp gasp coming from down the row draws your attention.

The sound of quick feet approaching you causes you to look up to see a girl and two guys rushing over to you.

“Hi, oh my gosh, are you the author of this book series?” The girl excitedly holds out a copy of the second novel in your first published series.

You blink up at her owlishly, “Uh…”

“You’re so cool! I really admire your work!” She squeals, drawing even more attention to yourself from the people around you.

“Thank you,” you smile politely.

“Anyways, I’m so sorry for interrupting you.” Her face immediately goes bright red as she averts her gaze. “Do you think I could get a quick picture before I leave?”

“Sure!” Slowly, you stand back to your feet.

Handing her phone to one of the guys behind her, the girl steps into your side. A wide smile is on her face as she throws up a peace sign, holding your book proudly on display. You immediately mirror her enthusiastic expression, heart warming at how happy she looks.

After a few pictures are taken, she’s turning to you once again.

“Thank you so much!” She bows lowly, nearly hitting her head on the table beside you with a full display of One Piece on it. “Again, sorry for bothering you!”

You have just enough time to mutter a ‘not at all’, before she’s giddily hopping away with the two other males in tow.

Turning back to the shelves of manga, you go to crouch down once more to pull the volume of Tokyo Ghoul off of the bottom.

“Hello, My Love.” A voice says from above you.

Figuring the person is talking to someone else, you opt to ignore them for now. Instead, you reach out to finally pull the volume off of the shelf.

A harsh clearing of someone’s throat is heard as a shadow looms above you.

“I said,”they say, much more firmly this time as they nudge you, not very gently, with their foot, “Hello, My Love.”

The sudden push causes you to stumble slightly, steadying yourself on the bookcase in front of you.

Turning your head, you peer up at the person, a slight frown tugging at your features. Quickly, you stand back to your feet as you see a male staring at you quite expectantly. He appears irritated, the corner of his lips tugging downwards, standing slightly shorter than you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“My bad, I didn’t realize you were speaking to me.” You incline your head in apology. “But please, don’t call me that.”

His brow quirks, clearly amused by your response. “Aren’t you into that shit, though?”

“Excuse me?”To say you’re caught off guard by his sudden attitude would be an understatement.

“You write about all that sappy romance stuff.” He replies.

“That doesn’t give you a right as a stranger to invade my personal space, or say something like that. I don’t know you.” You blink at him.

A puff of air escapes his nose in annoyance. “But you’re that author chick.”

“And?” Your brow furrows even further, taking a small step away from him.

“Come on, Baby, don’t be like that.” He sighs, his jaw twitching.

“You’re the one that approached me.” You counter. “And, please, don’t call me that.”

“You’re different than I thought you’d be.” He states, giving you a once over. “Bigger.”

“I’m sorry?” You recoil slightly, appalled by the sudden disgust on his features.

“I said you’re beautiful.”A sly grin pulls onto his features as he takes a step closer to you. “You’re not like other girls.”

You blink at him, quite rapidly at that in your state of shock. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, I think you know, Petal.” His eyes are suddenly hooded as he takes another step into you.

“Don’t call me that. Please.” You manage to slip around the corner of the table you’re standing beside.

“Why are you being so difficult?”The man mutters to himself, shaking his head. 

A call of someone’s name from the side draws both of your attention, and you see two more males staring intently at the one standing closest to you. The way they wear smug grins on their faces as they give you pointed once overs says it all.

“I’m getting there.” The man before you snaps at the two others.

“Did you want something?” It’s your own voice that seems to draw his attention back to you.

“Oh, look at you! You can speak a bit of Korean!” His tone is nothing short of condescending. “That’s wonderful!”

“I have nothing to say to you.” You state, rather bluntly before move to turn away from him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Where are you going, My Dear?” The way he drawls out that nickname has a shiver of disgust running down your spine. The fact that he snatches your wrist in his hand has panic seizing your entire body.

“Please, stop calling me those names.” You yank your wrist out of his hold. “Don’t touch me, either.”

“Come on, Darling,” his eyes flash, “don’t be like that. I only want to please you. To show you my devotion-“

“Get away from me!” You begin to scramble away from him, noticing you’ve started to draw some attention from a few of the staff members working in the store.

The two other males suddenly turn and begin to head towards the exits while two staff members approach you.

“What’s wrong with you?” There is nothing but ire on his features as he spits out these words at you. “All I’m offering is a chance for you to recreate those sex scenes from your books with me. A once in a lifetime opportunity, if you ask me. It’s not like people are lining up to be with you, anyways. You should be grateful I’m even giving a fat bitch like you attention.”

“Is everything okay here?” An older gentleman with a name tag interrupts, looking between both you and the male before you.

“I’m sorry to cause a commotion, Sir.” The way you immediately incline your head in respect to the elder male clearly catches him off guard. That, and the fact that you actually answer him in proper Korean. “This man won’t leave me alone, and is making me extremely uncomfortable. He’s making rude and inappropriate comments towards me, and thinks he’s entitled to assault me.”

The woman standing beside the male gasps, recognition flashing in her eyes. Her one hand comes up to point at you, “You’re that author from the award’s show!”

This draws the attention of a few more people standing around you, whispers being heard as a few more people recognize you from the display of your books a few tables over.

Politely, you smile at the woman, nerves skyrocketing as more and more attention is brought upon you. Again, you incline your head in respect as she looks slightly younger than the man, but still older than you.

“You said this man was bothering you?” She immediately turns a sharp gaze to the person standing closest to you.

“I was just leaving.” He huffs, purposely brushing past you and bumping quite harshly into your side. “Fucking bitch.”

Eyes follow him all of the way out of the store as he rejoins his two friends in the hallway.

“Are you alright?” The older gentleman turns to look at you.

“Yes, thank you.” You once again bow to him. “I’m sorry, again, for causing a disruption.”

“It’s not your fault.” The lady shakes her head, immediately wrapping you gently in her arms and guiding you towards the back of the store. “Come with us, we’ll call security and have them escort you in case that man comes back.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.” You smile lightly, seeing as she sends a kind one back.

Looks like you’re not getting that volume of Tokyo Ghoul today, either.

Sitting in the staff room at the back of the store, you let out a long sigh. You clutch your tote close to yourself, purse resting between your feet on the floor. Your phone resides in your hands, and you scroll aimlessly through Tumblr while you wait for security to reach the bookstore.

Opening your messages, you’re quick to type one out.

You: Why do people feel entitled to another person?

Placing your phone upside-down on the table before you, you let out another sigh. Not even a moment later, you pick your phone back up.

Jongho: Did something happen?

Mingi:Is everything alright?

Hongjoong: Are you okay?

Your eyes widen at how quickly you’ve gotten responses, but that’s when you realize: you texted the wrong chat.

You: Shit, sorry! Wrong chat! Just forget I said anything.

Wooyoung: You message something as ominous as that and expect us NOT to be worried?

Yunho: Jongho’s already putting his shoes on.

You: Wait, does that mean you guys are done with practice for today?

Seonghwa: NO, we are NOT!

You:… you guys don’t wear shoes when you practice?

Yunho: We do, it was just a figure of speech.

San: He meant that Mingi and Yeosang are holding Jongho back from racing out the door as we speak.

You: Damn, this reminds me of my wondrous ‘protection squad’ days.

Seonghwa: Protection squad days?

You: Nevermind. Like I said, just forgot I said anything.

The door opens and in walks security. You take a few minutes to describe what happened and what the man that assaulted you looks like before the two guards are escorting you out of the store. One walks in front while the other walks behind you.

“We’ll lead you to your car, or the bus stop, and stay with you until you leave.” The one says to you.

“Thank you very much, I really appreciate it.” You bow slightly while walking.

The guard simply smiles at you from over his shoulder in response.

Once you’re on the correct bus on your way back to your apartment, you finally allow yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. Pulling out your phone, you check your notifications.

Immediately, you’re greeted by tons of worried messages from the boys, and even a few from some Stray Kids members. Looks like Wooyoung told Changbin, who in turn told Minho, Hyunjin, and Seungmin.

You: I promise I’m fine, just an uncomfortable encounter at a store.

Another round of messages are sent to you by the Ateez members, and you reassure them yet again.

You: Well, I could go for some boba now as a pick me up. Any of you know a good place in the area? The one by my house just closed for renos.

You notice a few of them typing a response before the first one comes in.

Yeosang: There’s one in the back alleys near Sinsa that’s really good. I’ll send you the address.

A moment later, a link to the Naver page is uploaded to the chat by Yeosang.

You: Thank you!!

Wooyoung: Daaaaaaamn Yeosang, you had that ready and LOADED

San: Don’t hate the man just cause he was prepared.

Yunho: Well, WE may have to prepare HIS funeral now

A photo of Yeosang being held in a headlock by Jongho is sent to you almost immediately after that message gets sent.

You laugh, a smile pulling at your features as you shake your head at your phone.

You: Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

A few more messages are sent between all of you, ending with you wishing them luck with the rest of practice. They eagerly tell you to come visit them soon, to which you reply that you will.

Twenty minutes later, and after switching buses once, you find yourself standing outside of the little boba shop Yeosang recommended to you. It has a cute little awning over the door, a soft pink in colour, while large windows line the front of the shop. It doesn’t look too busy, from what you can see, but the menu has a variety of options and you are more than eager to try them.

A small bell jingles as you enter the shop, the worker behind the counter smiling politely at you as you approach. Luckily, you already know what you want to order from looking at the sign outside, so you manage to do that fairly quickly. 

Five minutes later, you have your glass in hand as you seclude yourself in a corner seat. There’s a half-wall with plants resting on top of it to your left, while an open view of the store sits to your right. You’re directly across from the entranceway, but you cannot see the order counter, nor the worker anymore. Two more tables sit to your right, a small hallway stretching down after that towards where you’re sure the bathrooms reside.

Your tote rests on your left between your body and the wall, while your purse is on the booth beside you to your right. Considering you have a wall behind you, and there aren’t very many people in the shop, you feel comfortable enough to pull your laptop out. Once you’ve set everything up, you’re taking a sip of your drink while staring at the document you had been working on last night.

Scrolling back up to the top of the chapter, you begin.

Editing what you wrote the previous night takes some time, but by the time an hour has passed, you’ve start to write more for the chapter you’re currently on. It took a little bit of time, but you finally know how you want to end this particular scene, and you’re challenging yourself to see if you can finish it before you finish your drink.

Unfortunately for you, you’ve always been a fast drinker. Especially when you haven’t had much to drink all day.

The sound of another glass being placed onto the table before you draws your attention from your screen.

“Sorry to interrupt you,” it’s the worker you ordered your drink from before. “I saw your speech from the awards show when it aired, and I just wanted to say I really admire you. Thank you for everything you do! I didn’t want to say anything before since I was on the clock, but my shift just ended and I noticed you hadn’t left yet, so I wanted to say something before I went home.” They smile shyly, “and give you a refill of your drink. Work hard, and have a lovely day!”

“Oh, thank you so much!” You smile back at them as they clear your empty glass from the table. “That’s so kind of you!”

A nod is all you get in response as a soft blush begins to dust their features. Not even a moment later, they turn away, leaving you on your own once more.

Another hour and a half passes by with you furiously typing away at your laptop. You’d like to say that you hardly get distracted, but there seems to be this one person who has been constantly walking passed your table in hopes for you to notice them. The first few times, you glanced up, eyes being drawn to the movement given how close they were to your table, but by the fifth time, you started to ignore them.

That is, until they decided to actually approach your table.

The conversation was short, and awkward. They kept stuttering over their words, not to mention they kept interrupting you while you’re trying to work.

That’s the one thing that irritates you no matter what. Nothing is worse than being in the middle of writing a scene, deep in the flow of words, only to be interrupted or distracted by someone. Really, you know it’s not their fault, but you still cannot help your annoyance at the situation. Once or twice, you can brush it off, but the third time they do it, you’re a little blunt with them when you respond. You don’t mean to be, but alas, it happens.

Approximately fifteen minutes go by without another interruption, and you manage to finish the scene you’re working on. You’re almost done with the current chapter, and all that’s really left to do is round it out, and edit the final product. To say you’re happy with what you’ve done would be an understatement.

This time, when you notice someone approaching your table, you don’t even bother to glance up. You figure it’s that person coming to bother you again, so you opt to continue typing away at your laptop, staring intently at your screen.

The sound of two glasses being placed onto the table has your ears quirking, even more so when you hear the chair across from you scraping against the floor.

A tremendous sigh escapes you, “Look-“

Your words die in your throat as you see the person now sitting across from you. They wear a black bucket hat, strands of what appears to be newly bleached hair sticking out from beneath the material. They blink at you with somewhat wide eyes, freezing in their movement of pushing a brand new cup of boba towards you.

“Yeosang?” You keep your voice low, blinking at him in mild shock. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles faintly, resuming his motion of pushing that one drink towards you. “Practice ended early.”

It is then that you glance at the time, seeing that it’s starting to become late into the afternoon. You honestly haven’t been keeping a close track of time while you’ve been here, only truly registering how long you’ve actually been writing for.

Softly, you close your laptop. “Aren’t you worried about being spotted?”

“Not here.” He shakes his head. “It’s actually a really common spot for a lot of us. The staff are discreet, and not many people know about it.”

Briefly, that interaction with that one worker earlier who brought you your second drink flashes through your mind. You smile in understanding, “I see.”

“Are you okay, though?” He blinks a few times, innocently. “You seemed irritated when I got here.”

Your eyes quickly scan the shop, not seeing that person who kept bothering you earlier in their spot by the windows.

“Better now,” you reply, honestly. “Just kept getting distracted, is all.”

“I thought you didn’t like using your laptop in public?” He quirks a brow, taking a sip of his own drink.

“When I’m up against the wall, anything goes.” You shrug, and almost immediately, he starts choking on his drink. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

He waves you off, hitting his chest with a fist lightly. 

Soon after, he clears his throat. “I’m good.”

“Good.” You chuckle faintly. “Last thing I need is your fans coming after me for choking out their favourite member.”

“I think you should be more worried about Wooyoung.” He comments, a hint of irritation on his face.

Your brow furrows, “Why?”

“He’d be next in line.”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head.

“I-“ you blink rapidly a few times, swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat. “Are you implying Wooyoung wants me to choke him?”

“He’s not the only one.” Yeosang replies, a slight bitterness lingering in his tone. “Mingi has spent many a night ranting about how he wants to be suffocated between your-“

Yeosang seemingly catches himself in the last second as he spares a glance at you.

Your mouth hangs open in pure disbelief, blinking at him in shock. You hands rest on the table before you, a vibrant heat rising to your cheeks. Of course, you can most certainly incur where Yeosang was going when he was speaking just now, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

“Sorry.” He averts his gaze, somewhat embarrassed.

In the next moment, you’re shaking your head.

“No, no,” you manage to organize your thoughts, clearing your throat, “I’m just surprised, is all.”

“What? Surprised that some idols have horny fantasies, too?” He quirks a brow, slight amusement shining in his eyes.

“Oh, no.” Your nose scrunches as you shake your head mildly. “If they read my books and thoroughly enjoy them, that fact doesn’t surprise me at all.”

“Then, why do you look so shocked?” He tilts his head slightly in inquiry.

Your lips pull back in a tight smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m curious, though.” He blinks, taking another sip of his drink.

You reach out to grab the full glass, noticing how the drink appears to be the same one you’ve been drinking since you got here: matcha milk tea with pearls.

“You’re aware I am a fan of Ateez, correct?” You look at him somewhat expectantly.

“Believe me, I’m well aware.” He nods along with your words.

From the way he still stares at you, with those wide eyes, has you exhaling lowly.

“Let me put it this way,” you take a sip of your drink, noticing how the label said it had been made with soy milk. In the back of your head, you wonder if he knows you’re lactose intolerant, or if it was just a personal choice on his part. “How would you feel if you suddenly found out Emma Watson admitted to having sexual fantasies about you?”

Yeosang freezes right before your very eyes, nodding slowly as realization crosses his features. Then, as if making another connection, his brow furrows.

“You find Mingi attractive.” The statement is a bit blunt as he says this, grip tightening over his drink.

“I thought I told you that I find all of you attractive?” You quirk a brow playfully at him in response.

“Right.” He nods, seemingly in recollection before halting all movement once more. “But you desire Mingi.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that hint of bitterness is back in his voice again.

“I desire many things, Yeosang,” you begin. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to indulge in them.”

“But you would if he offered?” He places his glass a bit firmly back onto the top of the table.

“Probably not.” Your face scrunches slightly as you consider his words. “I don’t know him like that. I don’t know any of you like that, and it takes a lot for me to be intimate with another person in such a way.” You meet his gaze. “Are you familiar with the term demisexual?”

The way he blinks at you blankly is answer enough.

“It means a person has to have a strong emotional connection with someone before experiencing sexual attraction.” You explain.

He shakes his head, still not quite understanding.

“It means I don’t do hookups.” You add. “Hookup culture is not for me.”

Understanding crosses his features as his lips part slightly, a soft ‘oh’ falling from him in the next second.

“On top of that, I am also demiromantic.” You continue. “Meaning the same thing, only this time it’s considering romantic attraction. It takes a lot for me to fall in love, and it takes a lot for me to be intimate with someone.”

“So, you wouldn’t-“

“No.” You shake your head, cutting him off. “I may have desires, Yeosang, but there is a huge difference between reality and fiction.”

His eyes narrow slightly at you in response, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“You’ve fantasized before? About your bias?”

You nearly spit out your drink as you go to take a sip. Coughing a few times, you rub at your chest, noticing how he hasn’t torn his eyes off of you for a single second.

“I’ve fantasied more about my own characters.” You admit once you finally manage to get your breathing back under control.

“That’s not a ‘no’,” he hums, brow quirks slightly in amusement.

“Why? Suddenly curious about whether or not I’ve fantasized about you?” You turn the question back on him, noticing how he begins to splutter almost immediately.

The way red begins to slowly creep up his neck has you laughing.

“I’m just kidding.” You reach across the table to pat his hand gently. “Though, I could have sworn you were about to ask me about my Ateez bias again.”

He averts his eyes only briefly, “no.”

“I mean, if you want to know, I don’t mind telling you.” You shrug. “We are alone, and you did buy me a drink.”

You can see the sudden eager gleam in his eyes as he leans the slightest bit forward in his seat. His lips part, and you hear the breath he takes before his shoulders seemingly deflate. 

You quirk a brow.

He shakes his head, somewhat dejected. “I’d rather not.”

The way he suddenly looks tense before you has you cautiously trailing your gaze over him in response. You’re about to ask if he’s sure of not, but at the way he shakes his head, almost absentmindedly as his hand tightens around his drink once more is all the answer you need.

So, you decide to change the subject.

“How was practice?” Your soft inquiry seems to manage to pull him out of your thoughts.

You take another sip of your drink as he responds, a gentle tug of his lips upwards as he recounts the way Hongjoong had to chase Wooyoung at one point to continue learning the new choreography.

“You should have seen the way Jongho practically lunged at his phone each time it pinged.” Yeosang half rolls his eyes. “He thought it was you every time.”

Your eyebrows raise in amusement, swirling the contents of your drink around in your hand. Honestly, your heart warms at the thought of Jongho being so excited to message you that he literally jumps at his phone every time.

“I thought you guys said I wouldn’t be a distraction?” You tease. “Just imagine what it would be like if I was actually there.”

“You think Mingi’s bad for using his pelvis during concerts?” Yeosang shakes his head, almost exasperatedly.

You laugh, tossing your head back as your eyes crinkle at the sides.

Again, once you manage to calm down, you notice Yeosang staring at you exactly like he did that first day you met him on the plane. Though, again, you brush it off.

“Well, I know for a fact the Mingi Stans are not complaining.” You grin. “You should see the amount of videos my friends who bias him send me of him when he does those things. It’s fun watching them freak out over it.”

“But you don’t?” He quirks a brow.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” You shrug casually. “I have my own selection of videos and pictures of my biases that ruin me in the best ways.”

“Ah, so you’re not immune.” He nods in understanding.

“Oh, most definitely not.” You snort. “I am just as…” you hum, searching for the right word, “feral as some of my friends. You just haven’t seen it, yet.”

“Are you offering to show me?” He quirks a brow.

“Depends.” The corner of your lips quirk upwards deviously. “When’s your next comeback, again?”

Yeosang leans back in his chair, observing you carefully. “You know, now that we’re friends, I think you should hype us all up more.”

“I can do that.” You readily agree. “Next comeback, I’ll give you all my live reactions. Well… within reason.”

“I look forward to it.” He grins.

“If the other guys get weirded out by it, then I’m blaming you.” You point an accusatory finger at him playfully.

“I’ll take full responsibility.” He raises his own hands in front of himself, almost as if in mock self-defence.

“You better,” you joke. “I don’t wanna lose my new friends that quickly. I really enjoy talking with you guys.”

Yeosang’s lips twitch upwards faintly in the corners, almost involuntarily. “I enjoy talking with you, too.”

“Oh?” You quirk a teasing brow. “Even when we flirt in front of you? Which we weren’t, by the way.”

Yeosang’s lips part, mouth opening and closing in protest despite no words escaping him.

“Nah, I’m just kidding,” you playfully pat his hand that he still has resting on top of the table. “If I ever make you uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to tell me. Boundaries are important, especially when they’re your own.”

“I will.” He smiles faintly.

“Same goes for if I start rambling too much, or if I’m being annoying, or if-“

“You’re not annoying.” The suddenness that Yeosang cuts you off with surprises you. “Why would you think you’re annoying?”

“I, uh-“

“Who told you that you’re annoying?” His brow furrows, clear confusion on his face. There’s something else there, you can see it shining behind his eyes, but you’re unsure of what it could be.

“Just a general comment,” you smile, somewhat tightly at him in response.

“Oh.” He seems to calm down, if only slightly. “Well, don’t think that you’re annoying. You’re not. I enjoy talking with you, and I enjoy listening to you speak.”

You blink in mild shock, a shy smile pulling at your lips as you avert your gaze.

“Thank you, Yeosang. That really means a lot to me.”

“Don’t be afraid to be yourself around me.” He swirls the content of his drink around slightly. “I quite like the real, unfiltered you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you cannot help the way your back straightens. However, before you can so much as thank him again, he’s clearing his throat.

“So,” he stares intently at the contents of his drink. “What’s your favourite colour?”

You think this is probably the most talkative you’ve ever witnessed Yeosang to be, and to say you’re caught off guard is an understatement. You both continue to ask each other questions, laughing and getting to know each other better as the time continues to pass around you.

Before you know it, another hour and a half has passed, and you notice that the sun is beginning to set in the distance. Though, that’s not the only thing you’ve started to notice.

For the past twenty minutes or so, you’ve spotted two girls sitting a little ways away from your own table. They constantly peer over towards you, whispering quite loudly to each other while staring between both you and Yeosang. 

You’re starting to get worried. The last thing you know he needs is word to get out that he’s been seen out with a girl. The setting could heavily imply a date, and that fact alone is enough to have you swallowing nervously. He doesn’t need a scandal, and you would hate for that to happen, especially since you consider all of Ateez to be your friends now.

“I’ll be right back.” Yeosang whispers lowly as he pushes his chair out from the table.

You find you can only nod in response, watching as he disappears down the hallway to your right for the moment.

Carefully, you observe the girls after pulling out your phone. Resting it on the table, you begin to put your laptop away, cleaning up your mess to appear as if you’re getting ready to leave. Every now and then, you glance to them, straining your ears to attempt to overhear their conversation.

“No, I’m positive that’s him.” The one says. “I saw this online forum post about how this place is common ground for a lot of idols, especially him.”

“It’s hard to tell since he’s wearing a hat, and not looking in our direction.” The other replies, not as lowly as the first girl who spoke. “Besides, why would he be out with someone like her?”

The first girl shrugs. “Maybe it was a dare, or a private contest.”

“He seems to be having a good time.” The second one bitterly mutters.

“He could be pretending.”

“He’s not that great of an actor.”

Your eyes widen slightly. Some fans they seem to be, considering how they seem to be acting right now. Still, their conversation worries you.

“We should follow them when they leave. It looks like she’s packing up, anyways.” The first one whispers again to her friend.

Your heart drops, and you find yourself grabbing your phone. You do your best to appear casual as you open your messages to send one to Yeosang privately.

You: Bad news. It looks like those two girls sitting behind us might have recognized you. They think we’re on a date, but they’re not 100% convinced you are who they think you are.

You just hope he sees your message before he comes back out.

A moment later, you see he’s replied.

Yeosang: We should leave then.

You:Great plan!!

You: Except that I overheard them saying they’re going to follow us to find out if you are who they think you are. You’re lucky you’re wearing that hat.

You: Wait, I have an idea.

You: Call me crazy, but I think we might be able to fool them into thinking that they’re wrong about who you really are.

Yeosang: What do you have in mind?

You: Keep your head down when you come back out, and then just follow my lead.

Yeosang: That sounds ominous.

You: I know. You’re going to have to trust me, though. Can you do that, Yeo?

It takes a moment for him to respond, and you cannot help the way your one finger taps at the side of your phone nervously as you wait.

Yeosang: I trust you.

You: Heads up: I’m about to get up close and personal with you real quick. I won’t purposely do anything to make you uncomfortable, I promise you that, but if we want to make this believable, we’re going to have to act like a couple.

Again, it takes a moment for him to respond, and you can feel your heart positively thundering inside of your chest. Anxiety floods your veins, and already you can feel your palms beginning to sweat. You just hope you look calmer than you feel.

Yeosang: I trust you.

You: Alright. Wait another minute and a half or so, and then come back out. Make sure all of your hair is tucked beneath your hat, too.

Placing your phone onto the top of the table, you’re quick to reach into your purse. Digging around beneath your wallet, you manage to pull out the case you’re looking for.

You place it onto the table, right next to your phone.

Turning to your opposite side, you rummage around in your tote bag. A small black box is pulled out, and you’re quick to open it. A small tube of lipstick falls into your open palm, and you toss the now empty container back into your tote.

Grabbing your phone, you make a show of using your reflection to apply the shade to your lips, making sure it’s evenly applied before you’re standing back to your feet. Then, you’re reaching over to grab your bags, slinging your purse over your one shoulder while you hold onto the tote in your hand. Once your other hand is free, you grab your phone and slide it into your back pocket before grabbing that case from on top of the table. 

Luckily, as you had been talking with Yeosang, he had already managed to finish his drink. He also took the liberty to return the empty glasses to the front, so all you have left is to give your final glass back to the worker behind the counter.

A few steps later, and you do just that, your tote hanging off of your arm lightly. You can just feel the gazes of those two girls following you the whole time, and just as you cross the small space of the boba shop, you see Yeosang appear from the back hallway. His head is angled downwards, pretending to look at something on his phone, and you notice how his hair is now completely tucked beneath that hat of his.

Purposefully, you make a show of skipping the rest of the way over to him eagerly.

“Kyungmin!” You giggle, pulling him closer to you by his wrist. A gentle kiss is placed onto the side of his exposed cheek, a red lipstick stain now painting his skin. “Let’s go get tteokbokki! I’m hungry!”

Quickly, you begin dragging him out of the shop, handing him both your tote bag to carry, and that small case held in your hands.

“Don’t forget to put your glasses back on. I know you hate them, but I think they make you look so handsome!” You purposely stand on his right side, blocking him as much as you can from the two girl’s view. Luckily, your height practically swamps him, his figure hidden quite easily behind your frame.

Yeosang is quiet, nodding faintly to your words as he walks beside you. He’s already tucked his phone into his pocket, opening up the case with your glasses inside seamlessly. He’s quick to slip them on as you step outside, wrapping your one arm around his shoulders as you walk down the deserted back alleys.

Unfortunately, you can practically hear the two girls scrambling after you once you get a certain distance down the street.

Subtly, you lean into Yeosang’s side.

“They’re still intent on following us.” You whisper lowly as you pick up your pace.

“What are we going to do?” There’s a slight panic to his voice that you notice almost immediately.

“Do you trust me?” Your eyes dart to another, more secluded alleyway you can see up ahead.

Yeosang swallows thickly before nodding his head.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve pulled him into that side alley. Your left hand rests beside his head, blocking his view from the entranceway, but also ensuring his face is covered should the two girls come rushing around the corner.

“We don’t have much time, but we have to make it convincing that we’ve just been making out.” You say, quite bluntly as you lean into him.

You swear Yeosang’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“We can’t slip up now, and the staging is important.” You bring your right hand up and lick your thumb, moving to smear some of your lipstick in the next second. “I’m really sorry it’s come to this, but I think it will work.”

Yeosang’s eyes briefly dart downward, and you assume he’s now staring at the stain of red on your thumb. He swallows thickly. “I trust you.”

Moving as precisely as you can, you begin to smear some of that red on your thumb on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m really sorry for doing this, I swear to you I’m not just making you do this for the adrenaline kick.” Your words are rushed, and you swallow the dryness in your throat. “Luckily with my height I can cover you, but you’re going to have to make it look like you’re grabbing onto me. Most people are startled and embarrassed if they catch a pretty heated pda session. I’m going to bet they won’t stick around to find out afterwards.”

He nods his understanding.

“I’m going to put my knee slightly between your legs, okay?” You keep your voice low.

“Okay.” Yeosang replies, somewhat breathlessly.

Any second now.

“Grab the back of my neck with your left hand, and angle your face towards mine. Put your right on the back of my waist. Slip it lower if you think it’ll be more believable.” You instruct, giving him an impromptu lesson on stage kissing and angles. You may not actually be pressed against him, but it most certainly will look like you are, and that’s the most important part.

Instantly, his hands are on you, and you feel him pull you closer. Whether it’s subconscious or not, you don’t know. All you do know is that his right hand rests just above the curve of your ass, and your breath hitches slightly from his touch.

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your blood rushing through your veins as your anxiety continues to skyrocket. You just hope beyond everything that this works.

You hear the sound of feet hitting the pavement, and a sharp gasp followed by a loud exclamation of ‘oh my god!’.

Slowly, you turn your head to face the opening of the alleyway, seeing the two girls standing there. Red is clear on both of their faces as they splutter in their spots, shifting their gazes everywhere around the alleyway but at you.

Your eyes narrow, irritation shining on your features as you glare at the two girls for ‘interrupting’ you.

“What?” Your voice is nothing short of sharp as you finally speak.

The two girls remain silent, attempting to stutter out an answer.

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen him in two months, and I’d really love to spend some time with my boyfriend.” You snap, a prominent frown on your features.

“We’re so sorry!” The one girl immediately bows to you, quite clumsily. “We just thought-“

“What? You thought what?” You cut her off, shifting slightly so your head is turned more towards her while your body still covers the majority of Yeosang’s.

You can feel his grip tighten over you, but you choose to ignore it for now.

“We thought he was Kang Yeosang from Ateez.” The other girl replies, somewhat ashamedly.

“And that gives you the right to stalk us?” Your gaze narrows once more. You scoff. “Why would Kang Yeosang from Ateez be out at this time of day? Here, of all places? He’s probably at a schedule or something. He is an idol, after all.”

That’s when you realize: these girls don’t recognize you. For that, you’re grateful.

They remain quiet.

“You hear that, babe?” You purposely turn back to Yeosang. “These girls think you look like an idol! I told you you were handsome! I don’t want to hear another doubt about yourself come out of your mouth again.”

The way you’re leaning into him makes it look like you’ve placed another kiss onto his cheek. Yet, only you and he know that your lips never grace his skin.

“We’re sorry for interrupting.” The first girl bows clumsily to you again, shoving her friend back the way they came.

“I told you it wasn’t Yeosang!” You can hear the one friend harshly whisper to the other.

“You were right.” You hear the other sigh. “Besides, he wouldn’t be caught dead with an ugly bitch like that, anyways.”

The moment you hear their voices fade away into the distance, their footsteps no longer resounding against the pavement, you’re breathing a sigh of relief. A light smile paints your features as you turn back to face Yeosang, immediately moving to step away from him.

Only, the feeling of his hands tightening around you has you clearing your throat, seemingly snapping him out of whatever daze he seems to be in.

“You can let go now.” You mumble lowly.

“Oh.” Immediately, his hands retract, as if burned. “Right. Sorry.”

You notice Yeosang shifting slightly back and forth on his feet, a frown soon marring his brow as he looks down at the ground.

“Thanks for trusting me,” you smile at him, rummaging around in your purse for that pack of tissues he gave you that one day at rehearsal. “I’m so sorry for invading your space like that and subjecting you to be my fake boyfriend just now. I swear to you I wasn’t just doing that to cop a feel, or say you’re my boyfriend, or anything weird or creepy like that.”

“It’s alright.” He smiles assuringly at you. “I didn’t mind at all.”

Heat immediately rises to your cheeks from his words, handing him a few tissues so he can wipe the lipstick from his face.

“I’m just glad it worked.” You breathe a low sigh of relief.

“Me too.” He smiles, rubbing at his cheek with a tissue.

Still, he swears that he can feel the tips of his fingers tingling from where they had just been pressed against your skin. His heart absolutely pounds in his chest, and he can’t seem to erase the feeling of your body barely pressed against his. Really, he wouldn’t have minded if you actually touched him, but then again, he thinks he probably wouldn’t be able to stand right now if that had been the case.

“So,” your voice catches his attention, a light smile painting your face as you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder, “You hungry?”

[alastor-simp]

Alastor with a female reader who is Selectively Mute Part 3

❥Summary: A certain overlord intrudes on both you and Alastor. This situation is going to become very tense, once you realized who exactly this is.

❥Tags: Selectively mute reader, fluff, fluff and romance, friends to lovers, demi-romantic alastor, alastor frowns, vox being vox, alastor is not used to feelings, comedy, alastor and vox rivalry, spoilers of episode 2, protective alastor, confessing feelings, fem reader.

❥Notes: This is the final chapter of this series. I hope you all enjoyed it :).

"Well well well, if it isn't the Radio Demon." You felt Alastor tense, and the static in the air began to increase. Turning around, you noticed there was another demon standing behind the both of you. He stood as tall as Alastor, sporting a dark blue tuxedo and large red bow tie. The most striking thing on him was his head. It resembled a tv screen. On the screen was a pair of striking red eyes and blue colored teeth. His eyes were filled with immense hate, while sporting a cocky grin.

Alastor slowly turned around, smile strained immensely on his face, which you noticed. Did Alastor know this man? "Ah! If it isn't Vox! The piece of shit television himself?" Alastor snarled back at the TV, teeth sharpening the more he spoke. Ohhh this was Vox! You never saw what he looked like, but you knew about the rivalry between him and Alastor, especially since you heard Alastor mention him in his last broadcast. He was part of a group called the Vee's, which consisted of overlords Valentino, Velvette and Vox. The only Vee you knew about fully was Valentino since he was Angel's boss and you really didn't like him. Vox's eye twitch at Al's insult, but the grin was still present on his face. "HAHAHA! Even after 7 years, you still remained an a**hole. Took you a while to show your ugly face back here. Finally decided to join my team?" He approached closer, arms crossed in front of him, as his eyes were locked on Al, ignoring you. Al's head flew back in laughter, before it snapped back into place, as he let out, "HA! No!"

The both of them were locked in a stare off, with the sounds of static and whirring penetrating the air around you, making you a tad bit nervous. Soon Vox broke the stare, and turned to look at you, eyes widen a tad in shock, before they gazed at you, sensually. "My my! Quite a looker, aren't you! May I know your name, sweetie?” His clawed hand had grabbed yours, as he was leaning down to give it a peck. It felt like a hole had opened inside your stomach. Something about the way he acted made you very uncomfortable. You were use to actions like this from Alastor, as they made your heart skip a beat, but coming from Vox, you didn't like it. A small growl was heard next to you, and another clawed hand had grabbed Vox's wrist, removing his hand from yours. "It is quite rude to touch a lady without her consent, you know! So, H̶̱̞̗͈̮͛̓̔̄͐̉a̴̯̜̗̝̠̰͌̈̋̚͝ͅn̸̖̝͙̜̩̳͆͋̿̃ͅd̸̡̤̅̈̐́̎̐̕s̵̭̀̏͛͐̅ ̷̡̢̩͉͔͍̹̐̃̉͌́̕͠ȍ̸̳̗̰̻͚͔͎͒̄ff̵̘̻̠̗̏̆̚." Radio dials flashed on Al's face, along with his shadow demons poking out a different corners, ready to strike. Scoffing, Vox just pulled his hand away, annoyed that Al had the nerve to touch him, before wearing a sinister grin.

"Heh! Who is the little hottie? A new toy for you to mess with?" Now that pissed you off. You were about to start typing your response on your phone, but Alastor had spoken for you. "She is none of your concern! Now, I believe its time for the both of us to head back! Hope you have an unpleasant evening, Vox!" Al wrapped an arm around you again, ready to leave, but he was stopped by a very loud cackle. "HAHAHAHAHA! Oh this is rich! You running away again?!" He was hunched over, holding his stomach from laughter. Your eyes looked over at Al. His smile was completely strained, to the point of it almost breaking. He was trying very hard to maintain his composure, and not rip off Vox's head, but Al didn't want you to see that side of him, his true side that bathed in carnage and gore, while he danced on the corpses of the demons he slaughtered. Alastor had developed a soft spot for you during his time at the hotel. He hated it immensely, that the more he conversed with you, the more vulnerable he got. He was the radio demon, the most feared demon in hell, who broadcasted the deaths of many overlords to all the residents of hell, but you are able to change him, so he made a vow to himself that he would protect you and help you whenever you were under distress. Last thing he wanted to see from you was your eyes gazing at him in fear, after witnessing his true self.

Vox had finished his laugh session, before he stood back, placing his hands on his hips. "I figured after seven years of disappearing, you would be back to terrorizing the streets, but instead your acting like a little pu✪✪✪ bit✪✪, doing absolutely nothing! You have become such a fossil that barely anyone even remembers you, but they remember me, they always do, since I AM ONE OF THE V-SMACK!" Vox's speech was caught off by a strong slap to his screen face, stunning him a bit, before turning back to look at the both of you. Alastor was gazing at you in shock, not expecting that reaction from you, and slapping Vox across the face. Your face was red with anger, and he could almost see steam coming out of your ears. Grabbing your phone, you began to speed type what you wanted to say to Vox, before turning it towards him, voice speaker volume at full blast:

"𝙾𝙼𝙶 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄✪✪ 𝚄𝙿!!?!? 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂?! 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂, 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝚄✪✪ 𝙾𝙵𝙵!!!!"

Vox was put off a bit by your strange method of responding back, but he shook his head and began to walk closer, peering down at you. "You crazy bit✪✪!! Do you know who I am?! His response earned an eyeroll from you, as you continued to type what you wanted to say:

"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎! 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝! 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝, 𝚏𝚞✪✪-𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎! 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝-𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝!"

Vox's eyes widen, as he stepped back at what you said, stunned. "I'm...I'm not......I don't..." He fumbled with his words, unable to give a good comeback. Alastor continued to gaze down at you in awe, wondering where this side of you has been. Typing a final message, you played it out for him:

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊✪✪ 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜!

Grabbing Al's hand, you pulled it and began walking back in the direction you were going, leaving behind an open-mouth Vox, screen flashing to blue, as his brain couldn't compute that he just got owned. Alastor said nothing, and followed after you, as the both of you continued to walk back to the hotel. The walk was silent, neither you nor Alastor uttered a word to each other. Arriving at the doors to the hotel, you let Al's hand go, knowing that the others would ask questions if they saw the both of you holding hands. Entering inside, you were greeted by the others, asking how was the show and yada yada. You gave a thumbs up, while Al gave a lengthy response saying that the performance was spectacular. Alastor then urgently insisted that he needed to attend something, before snapping his fingers, disappearing from sight.

He hadn't looked at you the whole time, when the both of you came back. Had you upset him? He didn't appear angry when the both of you started to head back, but maybe he was hiding it from you. Thinking back to what you did, you realized that you maybe shouldn't have done that. Alastor was a powerful demon, the fearful gazes he got from others was proof of that. He was fully capable of defending himself against Vox, he didn't need you to do it for him. Your body wanted to head to where Alastor ran off to, but you decided not to, as he maybe needed time to cool off.

**12:00 AM**

It had finally reached midnight, and you had seen no trace of Alastor. He wasn't present for dinner nor did he return to the lobby. Heaving a sigh, you realized that you must have angered him very badly. You hoped you would see him tomorrow and apologize. Exiting your bathroom, you had finished brushing your teeth and put on your apple themed PJs, a gift from Charlie. Heading over to the bed, you took a sit on the fluffy covers, before falling back, cell phone planting on the bed as well. Too many emotions and thoughts were floating around in your head, preventing you from falling asleep. "Knock knock", a soft knocking noise was heard against your door. Getting up from your bed, along with grabbing your phone, you peeked into the peep hole, to see Alastor standing on the other side. Unlocking the door, you softly opened it. "Good evening, my dear! Sorry if I had disturbed your rest, but there is something I needed to discuss with you." His smile was still enlarged as always, but you couldn't tell if he was back to normal or still enraged. It was so hard to read him at times. Nodding your head, you moved your body to allow him in. He walked inside, standing at the center of your room, with his hands placed behind his back. He didn't turn around to face you, making you feel nervous. Suddenly, sounds of static-filled laughter erupted from him, causing you to jump up in shock.

Alastor turned to face you, still laughing with slight tears in his eyes. "Oh, apologies for the sudden laughter, but your little confrontation with Vox was highly entertaining, my dear! In all my years in hell, I have never seen that expression from him! HAHAHA! What a sight!" Alastor was still giggling with glee, wiping his eyes, that were leaking with tears. The laughing quickly stopped when he saw the look on your face, tears streaming down. Panicking, Al walked closer, wondering why you were crying. Pulling your phone up, fingers shakingly typing your message to Al"

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸…..𝙸

Unable to type, due to how hard your hands were shaking, you dropped your phone, hands flying to your face, wiping away at your tears. Alastor was silent, having not said a word after you dropped your phone. Two hands had grabbed yours, pulling them away from your face, allowing your eyes to look up at Al's. His expression was soft, wearing a small grin. "Why would you think I was angry with you, my dear?" His voice had dropped into a soft whisper, containing no traces of static. You casted your eyes down, still feeling ashamed. "Y/N. Look at me." Goosebumps appeared all over your body. He almost never addressed you by your full name. Peering back into his red irises, you looked straight at him. His eyes always held so much emotion, and the emotion you saw was pure warmth. His fingers wiped at your cheeks, cleaning the tears "I was never upset with you. Frankly, I was quite in awe at what you did. You defended me without hesitation and even called me a "friend." It has been many centuries since someone has addressed me that way, that it stunned me to my very core. Please don't cry, my dear. Tears don't suit your adorable face."

He rubbed your cheeks up and down like you were a cat. His sweet words felt like they were caressing your skin, causing shivers to flow through your body. Alastor leaned forward, placing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "You....you are quite a special one, aren't you. Being with you makes me feel things I thought had died long ago. Only time I felt anything like this was when my mother was still alive. These things....these feelings are changing me, you are changing me. Part of me wants to push them away, but the other part of me wants to embrace them, embrace this." His everlasting smile had dropped, causing your eyes to widen. He was frowning!! Alastor, the demon who always wore a smile, was frowning?! This was the real Alastor in front of you now, not the radio demon persona. Rubbing his forehead against yours, Al opened his eyes, staring back at you.

The both of you stayed in that position until Alastor spoke again, "All of this...is entirely new to me, my dear. But, I want to explore more of this with you. What say you, Y/N? Would you like for this to become something more?" The butterflies in your stomach were going haywire, as the color of your cheeks dyed a deep red. Alastor wanted to be with you? Have a relationship more than this? Your thoughts were filled with all of the moments the both of you had. The pleasant conversations, the sweet gestures and the looks he would give you. The answer was clear to you. Wanting to grab your phone, you realized you had dropped it, making you unable to tell Alastor your answer. No no. You didn't need the phone. Feelings of nervousness began to overtake you, as you bit your lip. Alastor noticed your expression, and pulled back.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll take my leave. We can discuss this another time." Alastor's smile had come back, but it seemed almost somber. Shaking your head, you didn't want him to leave without hearing what you had to say. Clenching your fists, you took a deep breath. Grabbing his coat, you pulled him down, back to your level. Alastor bent down. letting out a small gasp, not expecting your actions. Before he could speak, a pair of lips had attached to his. His crimson eyes widen in shock, his body becoming tense. His mind slowly began to piece together that you were kissing him. It left him shook, but he slowly eased into it, reciprocating back. The kiss lasted for a full minute, before you pulled away, and stared at Al. Biting your lip again, baring through the anxious emotions, you opened your mouth.

"I-I love you Alastor. I-I want to be t-together with you"

Alastor nearly gasped, legs almost buckling from what just happened. Did you just speak?!?!?!? You had spoken for the first time, in front of him. Your voice was so precious and soft, almost like an angel. His eyes sparkled with excitement, as he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you around in joy. Grabbing on to him, you let out a small chuckle, at his reaction. The spinning slowly stopped, as Al set you back down, placing his gloved hand on your pink-tinted cheek. His own face was similar to yours, flustered, yet he was wearing a love-struck expression. "I-I adore you as well, my doe." Seems it was still difficult for him to say I love you, but you were content with that. Alastor then leaned in to kiss your forehead, as he pulled back. "I believe it is past our bedtimes, my doe. I must, unfortunately head back to my quarters, but I will be here first thing in the morning." Listening to him, you nodded your head, letting out a soft "okay". Patting your head, he wished you pleasant dreams, as he made his way to your door, exiting your room. Watching him leave, you walked to the door, and placed a hand on it, before you turned around. Sliding your body down, you placed a hand on your chest as you gave a love struck sigh. It was official, both you and Al were going to be more than just friends. It made you nervous, but so excited at the same time. Getting up from your position on the floor, you went over to your bed, placing your head on the pillow. Grabbing the other across from you, you planted your face into it, squealing while kicking your feet in joy.

**Alastor POV**

Having left your room, Alastor still stood at your door, back facing it. Letting out a shaky sigh, he placed his back against it, letting his head fall back against it. His emotions were springily like crazy. All of this was still so new to him. His memory flashed back to what he said to you, annoyed that he couldn't say the three simple words, but he remembered the smitten look on your face, happy with that he said. The black heart in his chest was still beating a mile a minute, and his cheeks were still flaming hot. Sighing again, he moved from his position and walked down the hallway to head to his room. Tomorrow was going the be the first day of the both of you being in this kind of relationship, and he honestly couldn't wait.

~END~

Part 1 of Series is Here = X

Part 2 of Series is Here = X

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Some of my orv aspec head cannons :]

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My thoughts on Alastor’s sexuality (aroace)

Starting off aroace people fall under the asexual and aromantic spectrum. And with these there’s different types of ace and aro people. Ranging from demisexual and demiromantic- where they only feel romantic or sexual feelings after forming a strong bond with someone to graysexual and grayromantic- where others might experience sexual and romantic attraction once in a while but largely don’t.

My personal belief is that Alastor is asexual and demiromantic and allow me to go into further detail about my opinion.

It’s evident through Angel Dust and Alastors interactions that Alastor is repulsed by Angels sexual comments and it’s more than likely that Alastor has no intent with anything sexual.

But I don’t believe that he can’t experience or have any romantic feelings if he knows them well or has a strong bond with them. Like with the characters Rosie, Mimzy, and Niffty. During early development Mimzy was supposed to be romantically involved with Alastor.

Which from my point of view makes sense for him to be demiromantic as he’s known Mimzy for a long time- both of them knowing each other when they were alive. And although she isn’t a love interest anymore I think it’s safe to assume if he did feel attraction on a romantic level for someone he’d have to have a strong bond with them first.

Please note it is completely valid to assume he has no romantic or sexual interest with anyone else of the sorts but do not get mad with others if they think otherwise- especially if they aren’t taking away from his sexuality.

Also, Vivziepop stated a while back that it’s okay to ship characters with him as long as they respect his sexuality. Which, if he couldn’t experience romantic feelings than she wouldn’t have said this in the first place.

That’s just my thinking, though.

[bloody-peach]

Just a lil idea I thought up. Planning to use it for my upcoming longfic series. Demiromantic Alastor for life, baby. Red text is Alastor, obvs.

The song in question: Annette Hanshaw's "What Wouldn't I Do for That Man" (it's on YouTube, go listen and read along!)

Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @pinkhimecat @moths-and-mantids @neonvehk and other Alastor lovers!

So it's a Friday night, everyone was out partying, but you were staying in your room at the Hazbin Hotel, listening to the radio.

You heard the radio buzz on and you heard Alastor's voice.

You always loved whenever he came on, you'd listen to the classic tunes he'd play from the 1920s-1930s and you'd relax and let your mind wander.

You hear his voice on the radio, as calm and soothing as ever.

"Good evening, denizens of Hell. I hope you are all enjoying this lovely night. Now I have a special song for all of you lovers and dreamers out there. Annette Hanshaw's 'What Wouldn't I Do for That Man?'. And to that certain someone out there, (you know who you are), this one is for you, my dear."

You didn't hear that last sentence as you let the intro music take your mind to a different place, a place where you were with someone you adored and who adored you just as much, almost like a romance film. You couldn't help but sing along.

"Love was blind to me

Now it's kind to me

Love has opened my eyes

Since it came to me

Life's a game to me

With the sweetest surprise

I never knew how good it was to be

A slave to one who means the world to me"

You stand up, close your eyes and start to dance around the room, your feet moving with the beat and your body swaying to the tune as your voice matched up with the singer's.

"I loved that man from the start

And way down deep in his heart

I know he loves me, Heaven knows why

And when he tells me he can't live without me

What wouldn't I do for that man"

You imagined someone dancing with you, that anonymous stranger in your mind. You could almost feel their hands on you, their arm around your waist.

What you didn't know was....somebody was.

Alastor had let his shadow go through the radio into your room to have a dance with you. It effortlessly guided your steps, avoiding furniture so you can daydream without interruption.

You didn't even notice as you kept dancing and singing.

"He's not an angel or saint

And what's the odds if he ain't

With all his faults I know he'll get by

I'll be so true to him he'll never doubt me

What wouldn't I do for that man"

At the radio station, Alastor's mind was also wandering, wondering what you were up to. He wondered if you could hear the song he chose specifically for you. He hummed along to the tune as he found himself imagining what it would be like to dance with you, to have you in his arms. He could hear your voice singing this very song, a warm and soft voice like the coo of a dove. He smiled to himself, feeling that warm feeling in his chest whenever you came to mind. Usually, he'd be confused by it, but just for this one moment, he would stop fighting and let the feeling flow. For you.

"Oh when he lets me lean my weary head on his shoulder

I close my eyes right there and wish I never grow older"

Back to you, you could smell the faint hint of roses as you continued your dance. It let you sink deeper into your daydream, seeing yourself dancing with the stranger in a rose garden.

"I'll never leave him alone

I'll make his troubles my own

I love that man as nobody can

I'm just no good when his arms are about me

What wouldn't I do for that man

Oh what wouldn't I do for that man"

You felt a hand in your own, an arm around your waist as you swayed to the music. You didn't even notice Alastor's shadow letting you twirl and pulling you into its arms, wrapping them around your waist, your back to its chest. As the dance continued, you continued to sing,

"I'll never leave him alone

I'll make his troubles my own

I love that man better than I do myself

I'm just no good when his arms are about me

What wouldn't do for that man

Oh there's not a thing I wouldn't do for my man"

Just as the song was finished, you could almost feel that stranger's hand delicately hold the back of your head.

Then you felt the sensation of being kissed on the lips in reality, snapping you out of your fantasy, your eyes shooting wide open in surprise.

Then that sensation faded away and you fell onto the antique chaise, your face holding that same stunned expression as you touch your lips.

'What was that...?' You thought to yourself.

Alastor's shadow quickly retreated back to the radio before you could notice. Once it returned to its owner, it received a bonk on the head from Alastor's staff, along with the comment, "Cheeky little thing, aren't you?"

That's all!

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Ready Or Not

Howzer x fem!S/O | 1.9k words

Content: blind dates, bad first impressions, Howzer has some thoughts and feels to work through, maybe some demi vibes?, no real fluff but I think it's sweet in its own way

Prompt: I came across this concept of a "Meet Ugly" and thought it'd be interesting to explore. Used this scenario: Getting set up on a blind date and not having the best reaction when they first see each other.

Part of Operation #MoreHowzerFics

He did not have time for this.

Maybe the rest of the galaxy had been duped into thinking the war was over, but Howzer knew better. There was still a fight to be had, and a more dire one at that. A fight for his brothers. Their fates were hanging in the balance... and here he was, sitting at some cafe on Pabu waiting for a date.

He wasn't even sure how it had happened. Rex had insisted there was a reason soldiers took R&R, and even though they technically weren't soldiers anymore they should still try to relax every once in a while. Fireball had taken to saying "you need to get laid" every time Howzer was in an even slightly bad mood. Greer was always going on about how they needed to think of the future, find a dream worth fighting for, like a home or a family. And Gregor was weirdly interested in figuring out what everyone's "type" was; everywhere they went he'd point someone out and gauge their reactions.

All of that somehow had culminated in setting Howzer up on a blind date the second they touched down on Pabu. As if he had time for such things. As if he cared about such things.

And yet... here he was. Wearing his armor and a frown, but he'd still shown up. If he wasn't so busy cursing his brothers in his mind, he could have analyzed why he was here. Or whether he maybe secretly did care about such things.

His leg bounced and his narrowed eyes stared unfeeling out at the planet's glistening waters. He glanced down at his watch every few minutes, growing more upset at how the time passed without this supposedly "cute" date of his showing up. A memory of Echo whispered in the back of his mind, saying something about "Pabu time", how people here didn't need to move with the same urgency he was used to, but he didn't listen to it.

A few people passed by and gave him pleasant smiles. Some entered the patio and gave warm hugs to neighbors they recognized. An elderly couple went up to the counter, leisurely reading the menu as if they had never dined here before. One girl confidently strolled in, at first acting like she knew where she was going, and then halting in the middle of the tables and looking about in confusion. She then tried to cover and got in line to order, as if that had been her plan, even though Howzer had seen the whole thing and knew she had probably absentmindedly gone to the wrong place.

He fought back the urge to roll his eyes at these people. He wasn't really annoyed at them. If anything, he envied their peace. They didn't have family enslaved by the Empire. They didn't have uncertain futures. They were allowed to wander and smile and act a little silly. It's what he would want for his brothers once they were freed. No, he was annoyed because they weren't free. This peace was not theirs. But here he was, sitting in a cafe overlooking a beautiful view and waiting for a date as if he had earned it. How in the galaxy had he let Rex and the others convince him to do this?

Just when he started to entertain the idea of bailing, the girl from earlier caught his eye. She had made it up to the counter now and the worker was pointing over in his direction. Howzer subconsciously shifted, his back straightening and his hand settling on his thigh next to his blaster holster. Usually he'd pretend not to have noticed, let any potential threats think they were catching him unawares while all along he had the upper hand. But here, he decided to send a different message. I am aware, I see you staring, try to mess with me.

The girl followed the path that the worker had pointed her in, right to Howzer. She didn't look like a spy or some other kind of threat, but these days, who really knew. Especially when she seemed determined to appear pleasant and confident, despite the nervous gulp Howzer clocked from across the patio, not to mention the little display of carelessness he had seen from her earlier.

"Hi there," she said when she came within a few feet of his table.

She gave out a breathy laugh and Howzer frowned, waiting to see what she wanted from him.

"Um," she gulped again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Another nervous tell. What was she hiding? "I uh... Phee told me to meet someone here. For a... a date?"

Howzer's eyes widened in realization. Kriff.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to walk right past you," the girl continued to fill in the silence. "I guess I wasn't expecting, um..."

She trialed off as she realized how the thought was sounding out loud, and then quickly tried to save face by hurrying over to the seat opposite him and pulling it out. But Howzer wasn't going to let her off the hook that easy.

"Weren't expecting... what?" he asked once she sat down. He eased his hand away from his blaster but kept his posture upright. She may not be a threat but he wasn't exactly comfortable.

She exhaled quickly with a sheepish smile. "Well, a clone."

Howzer's eyes returned to their narrowed state, sizing up this girl he found himself sitting across from. She interpreted the silence as offense and immediately started babbling.

"I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that. It's... it's just... You know, you've all just recently started coming here... I mean, I guess I shouldn't be surprised... Of course Phee would set me up with someone I don't know, I know practically every other guy here, and there's a reason I'm not with any of them... And she's been working with clones more recently... But like, I know only a few of you are sticking around for good, so I guess that's why it didn't occur to me that..."

Howzer wasn't sure when he had started zoning out. He felt bad, but also couldn't help it. He didn't have much time for this date to begin with, and certainly no time to listen to a stranger ramble without getting to any sort of point. He was a soldier; he valued conciseness. Whatever suppressed little hope he had that maybe this date wouldn't be so bad after all, maybe he finally would find a romantic connection with someone, dissipated into the saltwater breeze. 

He sat forward and the girl stopped spewing her thoughts, eagerly awaiting him to interject and contribute.

"Look, you seem like a nice girl," he lied. He honestly didn't really have an opinion about her one way or the other. He'd been hit on plenty of times back on Ryloth but had never felt anything by it, other than occasional annoyance when it interrupted his duties. "But it seems like we both have some disappoints over this arrangement. Why don't we cut our losses now, get some time back in our days, and part on good terms?"

Now it was her turn to frown.

"You... you're disappointed?"

Howzer was already scooting his chair back to stand. "It's nothing personal against you," he tried to reassure, though even he could hear how impolite it sounded. He hated that he was in such a situation. He should have never come in the first place.

He gave her a formal nod, almost like a salute, and then strode through the patio gate and down quiet, cobbled streets back toward the town square. Each step felt heavier and heavier and he did whatever he could to ignore the guilt twisting in his chest, even trying to look at his surroundings and focus on taking in the architecture and flora and beauty. It was a hollow focus, but he was determined to keep walking, believing he'd soon forget about this awkward encounter and the rude behavior he'd displayed, and things would go back to normal... as normal as they could be in a war.

But then a voice started to cut through to him from behind.

"Sir? Sir!"

He turned in confusion to see the girl jogging toward him. She pulled up a few feet from him, only slightly out of breath.

"Sorry. Um, I don't know your name. Or your rank."

"My rank doesn't matter anymore," he said, immediately regretting how defensive it sounded. He really was a mess today, wasn't he.

"Sure it does," she said with a small smile. "It was an accomplishment, something you should always be proud of."

Without realizing, the tenseness in his shoulders started to loosen. He took in a deep breath and said the first normal thing all day. "My name's Howzer. Captain Howzer."

Her smile grew just a bit more. "It's nice to meet you, Captain Howzer. And... I'm sorry if I came across rude or annoying before. I understand if you don't find me attractive, but I really don't want that to be your impression of me. I really wasn't disappointed to find out you were my date. In fact, I'm disappointed I didn't actually get to have you as a date. But, like I said... it's okay if you're not interested."

Howzer's heart was twisting again. She was a nice girl. Sweet, thoughtful. Still used too many words, but he supposed he didn't use enough sometimes. As far as attraction, he wasn't entirely sure he knew what that felt like, but those bright eyes and soft smile weren't so bad to look at.

"It's not that I'm not interested," he started to say slowly, but then realized he wasn't sure how to finish the thought.

The girl stepped closer. "You're just not ready?"

"Honestly, I don't know if I ever will be ready." He gave a sheepish shrug, though he was starting to feel better. He appreciated that she was helping him sort through these confusing feelings. Her eyes were closer, swimming with the reflection of the sky and what he believed to be genuine care. Before he knew it, he was elaborating. "I mean, do I like the idea of sitting down for coffee with someone and getting to know them? Of course. But to what end? I don't know what the future holds. I don't know if I can be a good friend, let alone... something else."

She nodded in understanding but still offered a different perspective. "To be fair, no one really knows what the future holds. And relationships come in all different forms. There's no one way to be a good friend. Or a good something else."

Howzer's eyes slipped away from hers, pulled toward the glistening sea in the backdrop behind her. He mulled over her words as he watched the waves, nothing but tiny little ripples from this distance. It reminded him of some of the paintings he saw back on Ryloth. He'd always been impressed with artists who could make small details seem real. They were only small strokes on a canvass but they captured a whole entire feeling.

He shook himself, not sure why he was thinking about such a thing right now. The girl was still watching him with a small but knowing smile. She stepped back and returned the nod he'd given her back at the cafe.

"I'm really glad to have met you, Captain. I wish you all the best."

She turned and started walking back the way she'd came. Howzer let her get a few steps before finally calling out.

"Wait. I didn't get your name."

She paused and smiled at him over her shoulder.

"Hope."

Every Character Tag: @dangerousstrawberrypie, @justanothersadperson93, @arctrooper69, @sleepycreativewriter, @techie-bear,

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[x-reader-things]

Work was so awful today I need either Ezra Bridger or Ekko from Arcane at my doorstep to give me a hug and maybe like a cuddle or whatever too bc there’s gonna be a tornado watch STAT-

TOO MUCH SHIT WENT ON TODAY I NEED MY BOYS-

ACTUALLY I NEED MY GIRLS VI FROM ARCANE AND BREANNA CASEY FROM LEVERAGE REDEMPTION TOO-

Editing this ;

ADDING IN HOBIE BROWN ATSV ACTUALLY TOO-

AND AHSOKA I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED HER TOO-

[endara]

Alastor x Reader Chapter 7 out now! 🖤

Asexual/Demiromantic Alastor, Reader is AFAB and on the asexual spectrum.

Fluff + Angst + Protective Alastor. Kinda slowburn. Flashback type scenes with human Alastor and reader being a serial killer duo and falling in love. Childhood friends to lovers. Reunited after 100 years. Alastor is a mamas boy. Angel and reader have a best friends dynamic. Valentino gets fucked over!

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In the few weeks you’d been getting to know Alastor again since you'd reunited, you had never seen his full demon form from a distance like this. You’d had his shadow tentacles used around you once or twice, sure. But then you had been too close and distracted to really get a good look. It made sense to you now why so many people were terrified of him. His limbs were warped and extended in a way that made you feel uneasy. Dark, writhing tentacles sprouted from his back, two held him off the ground while another two held his victim elevated and pinned to the wall. The rest of them swirled menacingly behind him.

It was quite fascinating… In some strange way.

You couldn’t make out what Alastor was saying, all you could hear from where you stood watching him at the end of the alley, was the radio static emanating from him. Even from here though, you could see his smile cutting through half of his face, the corners of his lips were pulled to rest beside his eyes while he grit his teeth.

“Holy shit!” Angel Dust squawked from beside you when he finally caught up and spotted Alastor.

The Radio Demon reacted to the sudden voice instinctively, not registering who the voice belonged to before he’d sent a bin lid flying like a frisbee. It smacked Angel in the head and he yelped, his feet going out from under him as the impact almost immediately stunned and knocked him out.

In the few seconds it took for Angel to fall, you just about managed to grab under his arms before his head hit the floor. But you stumbled from the sudden unexpected weight, “Jesus Christ.” You exclaimed and looked up with wide eyes at Alastor, whose limbs were now back to their regular proportions and his feet were planted on the concrete.

At least by now, he’d realised who was watching him wasn’t a threat. He looked at you with narrowed eyes and a tight-lipped smile, the man behind him still pinned to the wall and begging you to help him. The poor guy didn't realise you had no intention of stopped Alastor's fun.

You planted your feet firmly on the ground so you could better support Angel.

When you checked on your unconscious friend, you sighed in relief, he seemed like he was going to be okay. His head wasn’t bleeding and he was breathing just fine.

“What are you doing here?” Alastor asked, his voice low and annoyed from the interruption. He also didn’t like the fact that he didn’t know how long you’d been watching or following him. Or why his sentient shadow duplicate hadn’t alerted him to your presence.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” You answered, your voice strained from trying to support the weight of your much taller friend. Slowly, you were able to lift him up enough that his legs were the only thing dragging on the floor as you approached Alastor. “We were on our way back to the hotel when Angel spotted you. I just wanted to say hi and see what you were up to.”

Alastor watched you as you struggled to keep an unconscious Angel Dust off the floor, but he didn’t offer to help. If he were you, he would have dropped the pornstar onto the cold ground without an ounce of guilt by now.

He turned his head to shoot an annoyed death glare at his victim, all that yelling at you for help was starting to get on his nerves. The man whimpered in fear and cowered towards the wall as if it would protect him. When Alastor was satisfied enough by the reaction he got, he looked back at you.

“Why are you not at the hotel in the first place my dear? Did you forget there's a madman loose with your name atop his list?”

“Of course not. But I needed to visit my club to see how everything was going without me. I can't put my life on hold forever... I brought Angel with me, so I wasn’t alone- But he isn’t very helpful now you’ve knocked him out.” You explained, lifting your friend up slightly as you mentioned him.

Alastor laughed, moving his mic from one hand to the other and then looked at the limp Angel Dust in your arms, “Aha! I suppose that is true. Although I’m not sure he would have been much help while awake either.” He flashed a charming smile and shrugged, “But not to worry darling. Now you are here you might as well stay. I will ensure you return to the hotel unscathed.”

Read here <3

[pickledpascal]

Hold Me Like Water

Chapter Eleven: Yellow And Blue Are Complementary Colors

Warnings: tasteful nudity (kinda), sexual themes, alcohol consumption, demisexuality, a bit of dysphoria if you squint

Word Count: 2.6k

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July 2024,

Maya thought she reacted normally when Hugh confessed his love for her. Apparently not. Sakari could notice even the smallest of differences from miles away. Sometimes she was kind enough not to point it out.

However, most times she was not. 

“Hugh texted me saying you should wear black to the Deadpool and Wolverine premiere,” Sakari looked down at her phone as she went to sit on the couch next to Maya who was reading a script. “You wanna tell me anything about that or…?” 

Maya pursed her lips. She shielded her face from Sakari's view with her book. She knew her cheeks were burning. She then sighed and set the novel down. Her sister would find out one way or another, it was better that she learned it from her mouth rather than anyone else's. 

“He invited me as his date.” She stared at her lap.

Sakari didn't say anything for a while. Then her lips curled into a smirk. “His date?” 

Maya and Hugh have gone to movie premieres together, as each other's plus one. As a friend. As a date was a different thing entirely. 

“Don't say anything.” Maya grumbled, shaking her head.

“I wasn't. I was just wondering if you've kissed already or not.” Sakari said nonchalantly. There was a pause. “You have!” She lifted a hand to her mouth. “Oh my god, I have to tell Arlo.”

Maya blinked, eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why?” 

“Because they also thought you were both in love with each other but too stupid to admit it.” Sakari said, motioning with her hands as if she were describing a weather pattern. 

Maya's eyes widened. Maybe she was a bit too obvious at times, but she thought she had it under wraps. 

She might have been in love with Hugh for a while but that didn't mean she wasn't plenty satisfied just being his friend. Or that could've just been a lie she told herself to feel better. She didn't know at this point anymore. She was just happy—ecstatic—that they were together now. 

Sakari quickly texted Arlo then looked up at Maya. “We have to get you something hot.” She hummed, pursing her lips as her eyes roamed over her sister. 

Maya rolled her eyes. “I thought I always looked hot.” 

“You do! We just need to get something that'll knock his socks off. That's what I mean.” Sakari backpedaled slightly. She rubbed at her chin, lost in thought. “It sucks that this is so last-minute…” 

“I'm sure you'll be able to figure something out.” Maya had seen her sister throw something together when one of her outfits fell through and it ended up looking a lot better than what she was originally going to wear. Sakari was a bit of a miracle worker under pressure. 

And figure out something she did. 

“Isn't this a little… risqué?” Maya was trying on the dress Sakari picked an hour before the premiere. It arrived later than she expected but not late. 

Sakari shook her head. “You look great! That's all that matters. And I'm sure Hugh wouldn't mind.” She wanted Maya to feel as comfortable as possible and, well, yes this was one of the most revealing things she'd ever had her wear. 

It was a black lace off-the-shoulder dress, sheer enough to show off her skin underneath with decals placed throughout. Two just so happened to be on her breasts. Maya didn't think she had shown this much skin ever even if she was technically still covered. 

Maya looked in the mirror again, scratching at her arm a moment. She did look good—hot—with her hair slightly curled, sections of it braided and pinned back while her makeup was impeccable, as always, with winged eyeliner and wine-stained lips. She had a few necklaces draped over her collarbone and beaded earrings that matched. 

“Just give me the shoes before I change my mind.” Maya grumbled. 

“Wonderful!” A smile broke out into Sakari's lips as she went to grab the shoes for Maya. They were a simple, short pair of black heels with a red bottom. 

As Maya arrived at the red carpet for the premiere, she adjusted the neckline of her dress. She didn't want to accidentally flash someone. Arlo and Sakari were with her in the car as part of her team. Arlo looked dashing in a suit while Sakari wore a simple, normal black dress with a blazer over it. 

“Don't fiddle with it too much or you will flash a tit.” Arlo chuckled, answering a few texts. 

“Shut up.” Maya huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 

It was hard to deny that she was well-endowed. Hormones did wonders. However, she had a hard time finding bras that fit over her chest and felt comfortable around her shoulders. She usually opted for sports bras if she could help it. But now her chest was free. For the most part. The dress she wore was tight. 

Sakari and Arlo got out of the car first before Arlo helped Maya out. Immediately, cameras were on her. Flashes after flashes as she plastered a smile on her face while she waved at the cameramen. 

Arlo pressed a kiss to Maya's cheek, resting a hand on her back for a moment before they gave her an encouraging smile and went over to where Sakari was. 

One thing not many people realized was that celebrities didn't just go to red carpets. Not by themselves. They always had at least one personal assistant that helped make sure a train wasn't stuck somewhere or did some quick adjustments between shots. It was an entire ordeal. 

Maya was lucky she had Arlo. They've gone to nearly every red carpet with her and Sakari. It was nice to have a friend like them. And an agent. 

As she walked the carpet and posed for pictures, she noticed Hugh all the way on the other side of the carpet. He wore an all black ensemble, though he didn't wear a tie and had the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He looked handsome. He was answering some questions and seemingly hadn't noticed her yet. 

Maya was glad. Her brain was still going a million miles a minute and she wasn't sure she could handle his reaction. But she couldn't change now. She smiled widely, waving to a few fans who were very excited by her presence. 

“Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?” She hadn't even noticed Ryan walking up to her. 

Maya's eyes brightened when she saw him. She laughed softly, “Isn’t your wife here?” She held his hands.

“Yes, well, I think she'll understand. She's very open-minded.” Ryan teased, squeezing her hands as his eyes roamed over her body. 

She laughed again, shaking her head. “I'm sure she is.” Maya had met Blake only a few times, she seemed nice enough. 

She was glad she was used to the presence of cameras by now or else trying to have a conversation on the carpet would be the last thing she wanted to do. Every single thing she did would be documented no matter what she wanted. 

Ryan and Maya posed for a few pictures together. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around her waist. Part of the reason she chose his shoulder was because she was taller and it was an easier place to reach. 

As Maya walked further down the carpet, she noticed Hugh staring at her. His eyes reflected the flashes from the camera, creating little stars in them. He approached her and the sparkles didn't go away. She felt like she couldn't breathe. He immediately pulled her close by her waist, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Friendly to the masses still but it held so much more. 

“You look absolutely divine.” Hugh whispered in her ear, warm breath tickled her ear. 

Maya had the urge to kiss him but refrained. Slow down, she needed to remind herself of that. Not that she would ever tear off Hugh's clothes since she never felt the urge, but she needed to remember to keep this relationship to themselves for a while. Keep it away from the public. 

People came up with the silliest of rumors and gossip and she knew it would be nice to not feed them for a while. Some of her other friends in the industry liked the peace and quiet it gave them to keep things secret. 

That didn't mean Maya would never say Hugh was hers, but it meant it might take some time. Although, she didn't think of Hugh as hers. Not hers as a toothbrush or a shirt would be. Hers as a plant would be. Something she would tend to or care for. He didn't belong to her, he belonged with her. 

They posed for a few pictures together. She squeezed one of his hands and smiled brightly at him. “I'll see you in there, hm?” He probably had a few more interviews he needed to do before he went into the theater.

“Your seat is next to mine so I'd hope so.” Hugh whispered, a dreamy look in his eyes as he stared at Maya. 

She chuckled and nodded at him. She left his side to enter the theater. She quickly found Sakari and Arlo again. They were chatting. 

“The dress was a win, I’m assuming.” Sakari teased her while they found their seats. 

“I'd say so.” Arlo snickered.

Maya punched Sakari's arm. “Don't even.” She let out a huff of air through her nose. 

“You're lucky I'm your sister.” She smirked, rubbing where Maya punched her. “I mean, come on, he looked like he wanted to propose to you!” 

Maya sat down, adjusting her skirt. She pressed her knees together. She tucked just to smooth out the fabric of the dress as Sakari instructed but it was not the most comfortable while she was sitting. 

“He did not.” Maya protested. Maybe that was a bit of a lie. He looked utterly enamored by her. 

Sakari was about to continue before Hugh found his seat next to Maya, promptly causing her to shut her mouth. Though, she smirked at her sister. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?” Hugh breathed, eyes roaming over her form again.

Maya flushed, absentmindedly fiddling with the rings adorning her fingers. “Yes, you did.” 

Hugh set a hand on top of hers. “Would you mind if I tell you again?” 

Maya laughed nervously, staring down at their joined hands. Somehow, her mind came up with the idea they looked perfect together. Like they fit together.

“I'm glad you're here.” He whispered, pecking her cheek. 

She looked at Hugh and nodded. “I'm glad too.” 

Soon, the theater lights dimmed and the film began to play. Maya didn't get the entire script since her role was minimal so a lot of the movie was a surprise to her. She let out a chuckle for most jokes and, unlike most, had a feeling Chris Evans was playing Johnny Storm rather than Captain America when he appeared. And she didn't even know he would be in the film. 

When Sedna appeared, there was a roar of cheers. A thrill of excitement went down Maya's spine and her chest swelled with pride that she was able to elicit such a reaction. Hugh squeezed her hand and smiled at her. He was proud as well. 

Maya started to feel more pride for Hugh during one of Logan's scenes. It was such an emotional performance and one of the rare moments the entire theater was quiet. That and the monologue in the Honda Odyssey had to be her favorite. 

Then, as the film reached its end, as was tradition for any film the Wolverine was in, Hugh’s shirt was obliterated into a million pieces as he saved the universe and plenty of others. Maya was no better than any other fan. Her mouth dropped open in shock. She had seen the work Hugh put in to get his body back into Wolverine shape, hell, she'd trained with him a few times during filming. But she had never seen it like this. With his shirt off and dehydrated so his abdomen looked more carved than it would be naturally. 

Maya covered her mouth, remembering she wasn't alone and was sitting right next to Hugh. She spared a glance at him and saw him smirking at her. 

The film ended and the theater erupted into applause. Shawn, Ryan, and Hugh went down to the front to bask in their glory for a few minutes. Maya stood up with the rest of the audience and smiled widely as she watched them. 

Hugh and Maya left together for her apartment. Thankfully, she didn't think the paparazzi would think anything of it since they went to each other's apartments all the time. Sakari went out for drinks with Arlo to give them some time alone which she was grateful for. 

Maya went to grab some wine from the fridge, pouring out two glasses as Hugh pressed against her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You are so beautiful. Stunning, really.” He murmured, brushing her hair off to the side so he could plant kisses on her neck. 

She felt goosebumps rise on her skin as he touched her. She turned in his arms and offered him a glass. “No need to repeat yourself.” She said lightheartedly. 

Hugh took a large gulp of wine before he put the glass back down, lifting a hand to cup her chin. “I don't think you understand,” He murmured, “I’ll keep saying it until you tell me to shut up. Maybe not even then.” 

Maya felt a pang in her chest though it wasn't an unpleasant one. He was so sincere that it made her heart ache. But she was scared and nervous. She had never felt so deeply for someone. Even then, she wasn't sure about intimacy. Not yet.

“Hugh, I—” She took a breath. He waited patiently. “I don't think it's a good idea for us to have sex yet.” Maya finally said. 

Hugh’s hand on her waist adjusted slightly to be higher. “Okay.” His eyes roamed her face. 

He didn't recoil or overreact and that was… surprising. Maya knew Hugh wouldn't. He was her friend and knew that she wasn't going to rush into anything no matter who it was with, yet saying it out loud to him made her nervous. She wanted to explore their romantic relationship a little more before they shared that side of each other, before she shared that side of her. 

Hugh lifted his hands to cup her face. He had a feeling about what was on her mind. “You know I don't give a shit what's in your pants, right?” He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I love you, Maya. Fuck, I admire how open you are.” 

Maya breathed deeply. He was telling the truth. Damn, she could tell he was telling the truth. “I know.” She nodded. 

Usually, she was very comfortable with herself. Comfortable with her identity. Her family didn't care. Her friends didn't either. Her entire village too. But, outside of that, when looking for partners, she was self-conscious. She couldn't explain why. 

Hugh kissed her, pressing himself closer as he wrapped his arms around her neck. She rested her hands on his waist. He tasted like the wine he sipped on and smelled like he always did—that mixture of wood, nutmeg, and citrus—and it reminded her of home. Something about it was natural and warm yet sweet and crisp. 

“Stay the night with me?” She breathed as she pulled away, clutching onto his shirt. The material was soft against her fingers.

Hugh chuckled, brushing their noses against each other. “I thought you'd never ask.”

[bloodypeachblog]

God, the fic ideas just keep on coming...

So it's Valentine's Day in Hell. Everyone at the Hotel is going on dates and being lovey-dovey.

You were single, but you so desperately wished someone loved you, so Valentine's day was a sad day for you.

Alastor noticed you were sad and wanted to put a smile back on your face, so he decided to invite you to one of his cannibal luncheons with Rosie and Niffty.

You accept, thinking it'd help you get your mind off of the day.

The lunch goes fine, you have a nice afternoon with everyone. Rosie asks if you had someone special and when you said no, Alastor notices the sad look in your eyes, feeling a pain in his chest.

Once you and Alastor and Niffty return to the hotel, Alastor invites you to his room to hang out and chat.

He soon asks you how you were feeling and when you say you're fine, he knows you were lying.

You try to laugh it off, but soon tears flow from your eyes and you start to cry.

You come clean, saying that you really did wish someone would love you. You were never loved in your previous life, and you always wished someone would care about you that deeply.

You talk about seeing Charlie and Vaggie, Husk and Angel, and Fizz and Ozzie and you wanted what they had so desperately.

To your surprise, Alastor pulls you in his arms and holds you.

"I'm sorry. I thought my feelings for you were clear, but it appears that wasn't the case."

You were confused. Huh? What did he just say?

You pull away and say, "but I thought you didn't..that you weren't..."

"Love and sex may be bedfellows, my dear, but they're not the same thing. I may not have the same sexual urges as everyone else, but that doesn't mean I don't feel affection or even love."

You just sit there for a minute and then when it hits you, you burst into a sobbing fit.

Alastor starts to panic a bit and thinks 'oh no, what did I do?' And he takes your hand and tries to apologize.

Then he sees your smile through your tears.

With that, you two hug.

[distant-velleity]

oh my god you know what would be SO funny? if i held an event at one point where you could ask for x reader headcanons with my twst ocs

[scaredycatqlt]

Can you write Rosie (hazbin) x overlord reader?

Take care

Rosie X Overlord! Reader

So, uhm, for starters, don’t forget she ate her last husband.

her taste in men is ATROCIOUS. She is an amazing person, but almost always ends up picking up an asshole.

she’s so pretty tho :(

I personally HC her as Demisexual & Demiromantic. Prooobablyyy Bi or something aswell.

Male pref tho.

Romance isn’t exactly her first priority…Afterall, she is the overlord of cannibal town. It’s not something she actively looks for or really even cares about.

But, I could see her perhaps falling for an Overlord.

Maybe you two made business connections because of how powerful you were, it seemed beneficial to the both of you.

It takes her a long while until she feels anything remotely romantic towards you.

and she had very…odd ways of showing it.

Her love languages are a little bit of everything, I think. Just, hear me out;

Gives you gifts like pinkie fingers or eyeballs, the skull of a sinner, bloody roses, romantic stuff ofc <3

Quality time is a must, of course!

she’s not superrrr big on physical touch and intimacy, but she’s definitely not touch repulsed.

You guys dance togetherrrrejdjfjfjdj <3

You meet Alastor. Yes it is TERRIFYING. He has his eyes on you, but he does know if you try anything that Rosie is more than capable of handling herself. Just ask her last husband. Oh wait……you can’t anymore, can you?

Eventually Alastor grows to…tolerate you, I suppose.

Communication is something that is VERY important to her. She always is open about how she feels, and gently talks to you openly if anything is wrong.

Makes you tea just how you like it <333 (or coffee, whatever you prefer.)

You’re almost guaranteed to be shorter than her. She totally squishes your face and pats your head, wraps her arms around your shoulders, casual physical touch like that. :3

Just, treat her right,,,she deserves a good partner.

God I love Rosie!!!!! <3333 We need more Rosie content yall,,,,,,

[stardustandmeteors]

❝I remember you❞ | Alastor Hartfelt x Time-Lord Reader PART 2

quick note: here is part two everyone, sorry it took so long to do, have been caught up with my other Hazbin Hotel story on Wattpad lol I'm sorry if Alastor is a little ooc in this part, but there will be a reason as to why he sounds a bit different, hopefully. If people like this part, I may make a series based on this concept. Anyways, on with Part two.

summary: after y/n had regenerated, something in the back of Alastor's might told him he knew who this man was.

Alastor watched, his eyes gazing at the man who laid on the couch now, golden particles leaving his mouth once in a while. The others had noticed the red deer demons silence, and we're getting a bit unnerved from it. His smile was strained as he could feel a tear leave one of his eyes, he lifted a clawed hand to his cheek and whipped it away confused, looking at the small tear drop on his fingers. "Al? Are you okay?" Alastor startled when Charlie came to his side, worried for her friend who seemed lost in thought. He tried his best to grin at the blonde.

"why of course my dear! Why wouldn't I be?" He spoke, his voice with an overlay of more static than normal, which made Charlie and the other wince at the sudden sound.

"you just look, uh," Charlie tried, getting over her shock of the sound, "you just look like you recognized him, is all." She was observant. "And the look you give him, it's worrying us."

"speak for yourself Char-Char," Lucifer pipped in, not a least bit interested in Alastor affiliation with the alien on the couch.

"dad!" Charlie hissed, glaring at him.

"what the fuck?" Husk said, getting the attention of everyone in the lobby. Behind Husk, was a glowing white crack that was too close for comfort next to him. Alastor's eyes widened.

"Husk, get away from that!" He yelled, rushing to the cat demon and yanking him back over the counter, his microphone momentarily forgotten. "No one goes near it, if it touches you, you'll cease to exist." The deer demon quickly went to the time-Lord who was resting, as Angel and Charlie both helped Husk up, everyone now on high alert.

"the hell does that mean?" Lucifer asked, "and how do you even know what it is?"

Alastor ignored the question and put his hands on the time-Lords cheeks.

"y/n! We really need you doll! Come on, how do you wake up a sleeping alien?" The others watched the panicking Radio Demon, wondering what was making him so panicked when the crack was on the other side of the counter. "Oh, I'm really sorry y/n." Alastor raised his hand and slapped the sleeping man in the face, which caused him to jump up and yell in pain. the deer demon backed up as the time-Lord held his cheek.

"oi! What the hell was that for?" He asked.

"problem." Alastor gestured towards the crack. y/n raised a brow and stood up, but stumbled when one of his hearts stuttered, Alastor held his arm.

"oh, you've woken me too soon. I'm still baking," another golden hue came from his mouth.

"you'll be fine." Alastor rolled his eyes.

"oh, pushy little companion you are, it's a wonder the doctor keeps you lot around all the time." y/n pushed off Alastor and towards the crack, his sonic in hand. "Interesting. Seems to be a crack in time, it would explain how I got here." He scanned it and read the data. "What? Nothing? Oh, don't tell You're busted."

"still talks to his sonic," Alastor muttered, picking his microphone up. y/n looked towards him with a raised brow.

"what was that Alastor?" He asked with curiosity.

"uh, spoilers?" Alastor shrugged.

"you see it right? I'm not just losing my shit?" Angel leaned down to both Husk and Cherri, watching the time-Lord and demon interact.

"yeah, it's almost like they're old friends. But that can't be right, he just changed in front of us." Cherri said.

"he did say something about a time crack or some shit." Husk said, leaning over towards the counter and grabbing his cheap booze and taking a swig.

"so, is he like a time travel?" Charlie asked, coming into the conversation.

"bull shit, the other angels would tell me something like that if it was plausible." Lucifer glared over at the two, who were talking about the crack, as if they were long time friends, and with the life like his and the doctor's, no one would be surprised.

"you know, you seem to know a lot about this? Have we met in the future? Are you one of the doctor's dead companions?" y/n put his screwdriver away, and poked the other man in the chest.

"I wouldn't know, my dear." He lied, grinning down at the man. Goodness, it felt good to finally tower over this man. His human form was tall, but not nearly as tall as the time-Lord's.

"if you're lying --" a sudden whooshing sound echoed through the hotel, which had heads turning. "The TARDIS! Oh, the doctors found me!" y/n exclaimed as the TARDIS materialized near the front doors, the two doors opening to reveal the newly regenerated doctor, leaning against the frame as he smiled at the man. "Doctor!" "y/n!" The two exclaimed, running to each other, and hugging each other. They could deal with their regenerations later. They let go.

"y/n, you have no idea how worried I was, I thought I lost you forever." The doctor said.

"I missed you so much Doctor! Where's Donna? I need to see her, tell her everything about --"

"Donna's gone now, y/n, I'm sorry." The doctor said.

"oh." He debated. He loved Donna, she was like an older sister he never had, even though he was thousands of years older than her. The doctor looked up from his spot in the TARDIS and noticed the demons looking at him.

"oh my, where did you end up?" The doctor asked.

"Hell. Pretty fitting huh?" y/n smirked, trying to hide his hurt from losing Donna without saying goodbye to her. "These are my friends," he gestured to them, but the Doctor's eyes stayed on Alastor a little longer, feeling like he knew the deer demon.

"oh, that reminds me, Amy, it's okay to come out!" A beautiful red head appeared, looking at the colorful array of demons before landing on the other time-Lord.

"is he also?"

"yes, I am. Hello miss Amy, your quiet beautiful." He smiled.

"thank you." She shied away from him.

"hello, yes, if I may, we seem to have a little problem." Alastor said, pointing towards the crack.

"ah! Right, well, let's get this done Doctor!" The two ran in front of the crack, pointing their sonics at it, before closing the crack. "Wow, that was a lot easier than I expected."

"doctor, how did it get here?" Amy asked, going to stand by Alastor.

"it's following us, well, y/n, say goodbye to your friends, we need to go." The doctor said. y/n frowned, knowing he had no choice but to go. He didn't belong here when he was alive, too many sinners wanted a piece of him.

"wait, you're leaving?" Charlie asked, sad to lose her friend.

"afraid so, but maybe, we'll see each other again." He nodded, saying goodbye to the sinners, and leaving Alastor for last, wrapping his arms around the taller man to bring him into a hug, which made the younger man stiffen. "If you are from my future, were you a companion of mine?" He asked.

"Spoilers, my dear." y/n chuckled as Alastor hugged him back, before he left to the TARDIS. "Well, friends, Allons-y!" "Geronimo!" The two aliens exclaimed.

"oh we're doing that are we doctor?" He asked, going into the TARDIS with the doctor and companion.

Alastor watched, his smile on as he felt that his past self was gonna have such a time being a companion of y/n.

I rushed the ending, I'm sorry, but I hope this is good for y'all. I really love this idea, ngl, it's so unique and I deeply love both Hazbin Hotel and Doctor Who <3 anyways, leave a comment and tell me what ya think! ^^

[fish-fish27]

Hello this is froggie anon, can I get a ruv X reader, when reader can't see anytypes of someone liking them, and are really gullible when it comes to hints, take as long as you want, also have a great day

Froggie Anon (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Hi there froggie anon! I'm quite sorry if this one took a while I was busy with my works and stuff, I also apologize of this one is quite inaccurate

-Fishda

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"Romancing"

Ruv x Reader

Reader is under the aro spectrum (I prefer them being demiromantic but any will do just fine)

Might have an OOC Ruv

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I stare at the time in my phone— it’s 6 am in the morning, birds are already awake and chirped their sweet tune as the sun rises up to the sky. I groaned as I rub my eyes and turning off my phone who’s battery is close to %5.

I opened my bedroom door and head to the bathroom to wash my face that looks like what a zombie would have… Maybe it was a bad idea to pull another all-nighter to read some fanfics from Ao3 especially to the fact that there’s a mass scheduled for today.

Without even changing from my sleeping attire, I went to the kitchen. The smell of cooked bacon and eggs filled my nostrils— my stomach was grumbling as I come closer and closer to the kitchen.

“Oh good morning, _____!!”

Sarvente said in a happy tone and her voice filled with energy despite of how early it is, I yawned in reply as I approach the cabinets and pulled out my favorite mug and putting it on the coffee machine. Once it was done, I took a sip of the warm coffee and hoped that the caffeine will take affect so that I won’t fall asleep later.

I observed the room for a bit and felt something odd like someone is watching me, ‘eh probably an effect of my lack of sleep and rest’— as I sat down on one of the chairs, a box of chocolates immediately came into my view.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

I looked at the box of chocolates wide-eyed in surprise— ‘Oh how can I forget???’. My lips curled into a soft smile as I gladly accepted her gift for me to this ‘Day of Love’ while I panicked inside.

“Aww how thoughtful of you, Sarv! I’m so sorry that I didn’t really have any gifts to give you back! I forgot that it’s Valentine’s”

I apologized to her, clutching the heart-shaped box close to my chest while Sarvente only giggled at me. She then reassured me that it’s alright for her, she also said that as long as I stay on the right path, giving kindness and comfort to every person I interact with— that would be enough.

I nodded to her before putting the box of chocolates into the refrigerator so it won’t melt— I am planning to eat it later and share it with Ruv and Sarv after the mass— After I eat the breakfast that Sarv cooked, I fetched Ruv to wake him up and telling him to help us prepare the church.

We unlocked the church doors and opened it for the public to finally enter when they arrive. Sooner or later, the rows of pews will be filled with devoted people of all ages. I mostly like the old women who comes here, they’ve always been so nice.

And just as I predicted the church is now filled with people and there’s probably more coming. Me and Ruv stayed at the back of the church as Sarv starts the mass— we were watching the people that enters and watch out if anybody here is causing some trouble— I sat at the very last pew at the back and like always, Ruv is hiding in the dark corners of the church I mean he’s a criminal so of course he makes sure he won’t get caught.

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In the middle of the mass, my eyes were about to give up as the caffeine earlier wasn’t really effective—as time goes by, it became more harder and harder to stay awake— as I was about to drift off to sleep again I felt someone tap my shoulder in which I immediately jolted back awake.

I turned around and saw that it was Ruv who tapped my shoulder, his eyes are still looking up at the people, quietly observing them. He glanced down at me then leaned down, close to my ear so people wouldn’t hear him as he mumbled. ‘Ok first of all, personal space’.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping at the mass unless you want Sarvente to be mad, have you taken enough sleep? You stayed up late again, did you?”

‘Second of all, none of your business’. His breath tickling my neck as I roll my eyes before I gently push his face away from my ear.

“Look, Ruv, if you want to tell me something, just say it”

I told him while turning my head back to the front and return my focus to the church mass and the people— knowing Ruv, he wouldn’t really care if I fall asleep in a mass or anywhere else unless he uses it as an excuse to talk to me and ask me about something, that’s usually how it goes… Unless he genuinely cares about my very broken sleep schedule right now— ‘how sweet of him’.

“Alright, do you want to plan a Valentine’s gift for Sarv? I’m not really a fan of these days so I don’t know much”

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‘Well, this caught my interest’

“Oh? And why? You got a crush on her or something??”

I teased him with a chuckle as I turned my head to look at his face. His face gave an expression of annoyance, his brows furrowing as he only stared at me in silence before turning away.

“Guess I’ll just plan it alone”

He started walking back to his precious dark corner to probably go back observing the people but he instead walked to a hallway which made me immediately stood up from the pew and followed him, leaving the mass, it is already close to ending so I’m pretty sure Sarv won’t if I leave for a bit.

“Wait no- I’m just joking, I’m sorry!”

I ran across the hallway just to catch up to him. He stopped and turned to me with the same calm, unemotional, unbothered, expression when I stop in front of him, panting as I try to catch my breathe— I fixed my posture after I recover from running.

“So? Will you help?”

“Fine fine, I don’t have a gift for Sarv either so we both win in this one”

“We can start when the mass ends which is right…”

He then paused and waited for a bit, and so do I. After a few seconds, we then hear the bells ringing, a sign of the mass coming to an end.

“Now”

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It was a Sunday morning, Ruv sat on one of the chairs, eating cereal as he waits for the other two to wake up and head to the kitchen— when his bowl run out of cereal, he stood up and went to the cabinet to grab the cereal box to refill his bowl, he doesn’t know why but this cereal is his favorite breakfast.

“Oh Ruv you’re awake, it’s so early”

He heard Sarv enter the kitchen as he pours the cereal into his bowl— this is probably his fourth bowl of cereal but who cares— He greeted her with a good morning in which Sarv gladly returned. He then remembered something and went to the refrigerator, opening it and grabbing a heart-shaped box.

“Hey uh Sarv can I ask you something?”

Sarv turned to him while she grabs a pan to prepare breakfast— she saw the box in his hands which made a teasing grin appear on her face, knowing full well on who this box is for. Ruv only sighed in response while his face turned red, preparing for the teasing he’ll get later.

“So who’s that for?”

“You already know”

“Is it-“

Before she can even finish, Ruv cut her off knowing that he’s the only one that can cut her off without Sarv feeling offended but he still has to watch his words since she still have boundaries that he respects.

“Please give it to them, and don’t tell them it’s me”

Sarv only giggled at Ruv’s actions when it comes to any topic about you and as a dear friend, she shall and will help him with his little crush.

“Don’t worry, I will”

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After staying at the garden for a bit to relax and take a breathe, he headed back to the kitchen, he heard you and Sarv talking— he leaned close to the entrance and watched you two.

“Aww how thoughtful of you, Sarv! I’m so sorry that I didn’t really have any gifts to give you back! I forgot that it’s Valentine’s”

Seeing you accept his gift made his heart flutter, maybe it’s because you think the gift is from Sarv— ‘would you still accept it if you knew it’s from me?’ He thought as he stared at you with his eyes filled with love and desire, ‘would you accept my feelings? My heart is aching and you’re the reason for it…’ He watched you put back the box into the same refrigerator, where it was resting earlier. ‘It’s killing me’

He just want to scream I love you on top of his lungs, making the whole world shake along with the hells deep below, so loud that everyone, even whatever god from above would hear and let them know that you are the person he loves whole heartedly. He sighed and went to his room to go back to sleep for a bit, that sleep was soon interrupted by you, waking him up from his 1-minute slumber.

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After discussing what gift you guys can get for Sarv, you went to the kitchen and grabbed some chocolates from the box that Sarv gave and put it in a plastic for me and Ruv to snack on while we find the things we decided to use as a gift.

When the clock strikes 1 pm, me and Ruv excused ourselves to Sarv and told her that we will be heading outside to hang out but in actuality we’re getting her a gift using our money… or if that’s what I assume.

We wasted no time and headed to the mall when Sarv let us go, I’m on my casual clothes while Ruv is more covered up since of course he’s a criminal, a high-bounty one, someone might recognize him through the posters.

We first head to the flower shop for of course flowers, Sarvente loves plants or else we won’t have that garden at the church— we were walking around the shop, looking for different kinds of flowers, specifically the ones that Sarv is very fond of, we can use those to make into a bouquet.

As I was looking at some colored roses, I notice a stand that contained many rose bouquets, I looked up to the sign on top of it— ‘For your girlfriends this Valentine’s day!!’ I read the sign to which I only scoffed in response.

‘Who says that boys can’t have a bouquet given to them too’

But then again... I wish someone will care enough to give me one, even if its just a single red rose but then again who would— in these days, it’s very rare for someone to give you something genuinely without expecting anything in return, it’s either a chance to touch your body or a yes when they ask for your hand that or something that they’ll keep asking for you to get for eternity.

I know that it’s always a basic manner to always give someone that did you good a favor but are they genuinely a good person if they only did it because they know that they’ll get something back for it? Do they really deserve it?— I sigh as I shook my head, snapping myself out of it and was about to walk away but then I saw a couple of girls approach the stand and then one of the girls pick up one of the bouquets.

“My boyfriend loves flowers, I’m sure he’ll appreciate this one”

She said while the others agreed and encouraged her to purchase it, some are even making some recommendations like maybe getting a teddy bear to go along with the bouquet while they’re little giggles obviously showed no sign of mockery or degrading the girl.

I slightly smiled at how sweet they looked and then continued to walk away— ‘maybe that’s not always the case’

After me and Ruv found the flowers needed, we headed to the counter and asked the cashier to make it into a bouquet, we paid for it and immediately left the store to head into the next one— the jewelry store.

The moment we arrived at the jewelry store, we split up and walked around the store to find the right jewelry for her. I decided to go to the earring section because I think earrings fit her and she can wear it any time without anyone noticing since her veil covers her rings— ‘maybe the one with the pink gem?’ I thought about it before my focus was caught by a man talking to someone in the ring section that is just beside the section where I’m in.

“You think she’ll say yes?”

“Of course, dude!”

It was two guys looking for a ring to propose to I guess one of the guy’s girlfriend. ‘How lucky…’ Yes how lucky they can be— envy soon clenched my heart, wishing that someone will love me the way I want to be loved and be with me but then again who would love me when I can’t love them the same way that they do— ‘am I that picky…’

In a world where there’s love in every corner, the cupids aiming their arrows and shooting everyone’s heart to make them fall for others in every second and yet… they seem to always miss me, I want it to hit me but it just…. breaks before it even touch me— is it because of how I look? how I act? Or maybe because I’m just that unlucky.

Not noticing how long have I been standing there as the clock ticks— someone’s voice immediately snapped me back into reality and I then turn to see Ruv standing behind me.

“Oh Ruv! I uhm- did you find the right jewelry to gift?”

“Yeah, you alright?”

He asked me with a concerned tone. I took a quick glance at where the two guys were standing but I only saw no one— ‘I guess they already left’ I thought before taking a deep breath to calm my heavy beating heart and wipe the single tear that I didn’t notice rolling down my cheek.

“Yes I am uhm let’s go and pay for it”

I was about to take out my wallet to get the money but then Ruv grabbed my wrist, making me look up to him in confusion before noticing a slight hint of mischief in his eyes— I know that look…

“Ruv no-“

“Who said that we’re gonna pay for this necklace”

He opened his other hand, showing me a beautiful silver necklace with a pink and white gems decorating it. I would’ve been in awe of how shiny it is if I have no clue on what he’s planning but unfortunately I do. I crossed my arms against my chest— already forgetting the moment I had earlier.

“If you’re gonna steal something, don’t drag me into this, I’m not the kind of person that commits a crime”

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‘I just committed a crime’

I thought as I try to catch my breathe, leaning against a wall in a dark alleyway to hide from the security guards that were chasing us— well their main priority is Ruv but I’m pretty sure they thought I’m part of this in which I do— I hope they didn’t catch my face or else my life will get harder and I don’t think I can handle anymore stress before I collapse to the ground and let nature take me back.

I looked at Ruv, also leaning against the wall but unlike me that looks like I just ran a marathon that lasts for 3 days, he didn’t even break a sweat. If he didn’t look like a damn giant, I probably would’ve choked the shit out of him.

“You do this a lot huh…”

I said in between my panting as I slid down to the floor, sitting down to relax my sore legs and wiping the sweat on my forehead. I then felt a towel get thrown on my face, making me flinch and take it off, looking at Ruv— I was about to scold him for throwing the towel at me but I instead stopped myself and just used it to wipe my sweat since I’m too exhausted for this.

“Thanks…”

“You’re welcome”

He puts his hand into one of his pockets and pulled out something— I was too busy to notice him walking up to me and sitting beside me.

"Hey _____"

I looked at him while raising my brow in confusion before I notice him lifting his hand and showed me a pair of earrings. My eyes widening in surprise after I realized that he also stole this one— I was planning to scold him but he cut me off before I even say a single word.

“Happy Valentine’s Day”

“Huh?”

My confusion returned again into my face and it seems like Ruv noticed it because he gently grabbed my hand, placing the earrings on my palm while I only look down at it— ‘…it’s shiny’

“It’s for you”

“But aren’t this day for couples and crushes, why are you giving this to me?”

Ruv internally face palmed himself at your obliviousness as you kept ranting on and asking him why. Unbeknownst to him, you were aware on what does this mean and is panicking inside.

‘I’m pretty sure that I’m misunderstanding something, it can’t be! He’s definitely not confessing to me is he!?’— multiple thoughts and excuses ran through your head as your mouth won’t stop moving and bombarding him with questions until he had enough and took back the earrings.

He then leaned close to me so I leaned back in response but he kept leaning close to me so I just closed my eyes, expecting his lip to clash into mine but I only felt the earrings get put on my ears.

“Who said that love is only about romance?”

I opened my eyes to see him far away from me, still sitting down on the concrete floor— staring down at the ground while brows furrowed in clear frustration, he scoffed at me before continuing what he said.

“We’re getting Sarv a gift right? We’re doing it because she’s our friend and we want to show her how much we appreciate her, right?”

“I just thought-“

“Thought what? That I have a crush on her?”

‘Idiot… it was your love that I yearn for but I’m too much of a coward to directly say that’

“It’s possible but no, I only see her as a friend, a good friend that deserves to be appreciated and I can say that you think the same too”— He paused for a bit and then continued— “and from what she told me back then, love comes in different forms and is not limited to only romantic, you should cherish your friends, family, and yourself the same way you cherish your chosen partner in life”

I only nodded, not wanting to talk anymore since it might set him off— to distract myself from the tension that grew after his statement, I fished out my phone out of my pocket, turning it on and opening the camera to look at how the earrings look on me but I instead took a long look at my face and observing each and every feature it has until my eyes landed on the earrings at my earlobes.

“I’m… very sorry if I upset you with what I said…”

He only hummed in response and leaned back onto the wall, the awkward silence and the pressuring tension not leaving the alleyway we’re in as the sunsets— ‘we didn’t even notice how long have we been like this’

Ruv felt bad, very bad. A heavy feeling of guilt on his chest as his hands clenched into fists inside his pockets— he didn’t want to sound mean when he told you that, he just wants you to understand and maybe, just maybe cheer you up.

The way that you look at the couples that walked by on the way to the mall— the way your eyes filled with envy and sadness when you see people buy from the stalls of Valentine’s gifts. You always have that kind of look in your eyes at every couple or even to a group of friends showing affection to each other— he always notice it when you’re outside the church.

Every time someone shows affection, you just wish that it was for you and Ruv knows. The original plan was for him to steal some gifts for both of you alone but he changed it back when he was listening to the conversation you and Sarv were having earlier morning and decided to drag you along and well… spend some time with you.

“I’m sorry too”

He spoke up, finally breaking the silence as the sky turned dark and the stars appear to decorate the void above us.

“I’m sorry if I sounded a bit… mean and also dragging into this, I could’ve done this myself but…”

He trailed off for a bit, he wants to confess but when he was about to say the 3 magical words, it always felt like he was being held at a gun point and the gun holder is none other than you, the bullet being the hurtful rejection preparing itself to engrave deep into his skull— he understands that he should take a no for an answer, he’s prepared but he knows that there’s a high possibility for the confession to leave a scar in the friendship you two made— making it uncomfortable for you and him.

He can take a rejection even if it’s the most painful thing he’ll ever feel, he’ll live but losing another person he cares for? Oh hell no!

“Nothing… I’m still sorry, I mean it”

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After making sure that no one is around, we walked out of the alleyway and started making our way back to the church. Of course, Sarv scolded us for returning so late but it was alright when we showed her the gifts that we got for her and told her the reason why we’re so late.

She’s still mad at us for worrying her— to calm herself, she just went to sleep but not before telling both me and Ruv that there’s food prepared for us in the kitchen so we both sat down and dug in the food she made for us. Half way through the meal, I stopped eating and looked at Ruv.

“Hey”

I called him out, catching his attention as he stopped chewing the food and looked back at me. A soft smile on my face.

“Thank you for today, Happy Valentine’s”

I don’t have a gift sadly but based on the way his eyes softened when I said that… I think that was enough.

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[aroaessidhe]

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