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Voice of God: Demons are not "morning people". Even coffee is sometimes not enough to rouse a demon from their state of rest. "Booping their snoot" however does appear to have that waking capability. (Adam Young discovered this fact by booping the snoot of his beloved hell hound and passed the information on to Aziraphale.)

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The Face I Cherish

erik destler x reader

i lost the request by my own stupidity but the basic plot was that one part in the phantom of the opera books, where erik reveals his face to Christine (in this fic, reader) he says something along the lines of 'im a handsome man, arent i", in this version, reader shows him love instead of hatred

tags/warnings- slowish burn, tender angsty fluff

word count- 672 words divider by- floriseu

Erik stood before me, the darkness of the candlelit room casting long, jagged shadows on the stone walls. His breath was ragged, as if he had fought to reveal his face, a battle within himself against a lifetime of torment and disgust. Slowly, with shaking hands, he reached up and tore the mask from his face.

His disfigurement was exposed—half of his face twisted and scarred, the flesh marred by a cruel fate. The other half, though, was breathtakingly beautiful: sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and piercing eyes that flickered with an intensity I had never seen before. He glared at me, challenging me, waiting for my inevitable recoil.

“You see?” His voice wavered, a mixture of bitterness and vulnerability. “Look upon me and behold the monster I truly am.”

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My heart ached for him, for the man who had spent his life hiding behind shadows and masks. His expression darkened as he mistook my silence for disgust.

“I’m a handsome man, aren’t I?” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm, mocking his own reflection. He was daring me to lie, to pretend, to do anything but look at him for who he was.

But I didn’t see the hideousness he expected me to recoil from. Instead, I saw the years of loneliness, the pain etched into every scar, and the desperation for love in his eyes. Without thinking, I took a step forward, my hands trembling but not from fear. His sharp inhale was audible, but I ignored it. I reached out, my fingers gently cupping his face—both the unmarred side and the scarred side, treating them both with the same tenderness.

“Yes, you are,” I whispered softly, my thumbs brushing over the rough patches of skin, feeling the warmth beneath them.

Erik froze. His whole body went rigid, as if my touch was something foreign, something he didn’t know how to comprehend. His wide eyes met mine, searching for some hint of cruelty or pity, but there was none.

“You are beautiful, Erik,” I continued, leaning closer. “Not because of this—” I gently touched the scarred side of his face, “—or this—” I moved to trace the smooth lines of the other side. “But because of who you are.”

His lips parted, a sharp intake of breath that he seemed to choke on. His hands hovered in the air, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Before he could decide, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his forehead, just between the ridges of his scar. His skin was warm under my lips, and I could feel him trembling beneath my touch.

I moved to kiss the side of his face, planting soft, lingering kisses along the jagged lines of his scars, treating them with the same reverence I gave to the unmarred parts of him. “You are beautiful, Erik,” I repeated, the words punctuated with each gentle kiss.

Erik’s breath hitched. He stood still, as if he didn’t know how to react, as if my affection was something he had never imagined could be real. Slowly, tentatively, his hands found my wrists, holding me as though I might vanish if he let go.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” I murmured, my lips moving to his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “You never had to.”

His grip on my wrists tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might pull away, retreat back into the shadows of his mind. But instead, he leaned into my touch, a soft, broken sound escaping him—a sound that was almost like a sob.

“You don’t understand…” he whispered hoarsely, his voice cracking. “I am a monster.”

“No,” I said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “You are a man, Erik. A man who deserves to be loved.”

For a moment, his eyes searched mine, filled with disbelief, vulnerability, and something that looked like hope—a hope he had long buried. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. His hands slid down to my waist, holding me as though I were his lifeline.

“I don’t know how…” he whispered, his voice trembling, “to accept that.”

“You don’t have to know right now,” I replied softly, brushing my lips over his in the lightest of kisses. “Just know that it’s true.”

For the first time since he revealed his face to me, Erik didn’t try to hide. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he held me tighter, his scarred face pressed against mine, as if in that moment, he finally believed that he was worthy of love.

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VANDERWOOOD ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

🎃¡Dulce o Truco!🎃

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This. ♡

This is beautiful.

Back on my Mysme era

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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

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Hoy hace 1 año que llegué a Tumblr. 🥳

Y al final m lee puro gringo (And in the end, just people who speak English knows me 😅)

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there’s no need to hide 

another comic i did for @recoveryzine​! i wanted to focus on the idea that there’s strength in allowing yourself to be vulnerable. :’) leftover sales go up AUGUST 14TH @ 6PM PDT!  ✨  https://recoveryzine.bigcartel.com/ ✨

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it’s okay, it’s okay

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Farewell

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Period cramps? Never fear, the great 707 is here ☆

i just got my period and i am n o t having it and yknow what i want. i want someone to give me blankets and hot chocolate and tea and hsdksjdl. Also the mysmes brainrot is real so why not combine the two !! its a bit short today but im tired so whatcha gonna do

C/W - Reader is suggested to be AFAB (it's a period comfort fic, what did you expect) but no pronouns or specific gender

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

Although he ultimately struggled to express it sometimes, Seeing you all bundled up on the couch, face scrunched up in discomfort, he could feel his own mood souring. You had your nose buried in whatever manga you’d wrapped yourself up in this time, but your focus was all over the place with how much your abdomen hurt. There was no way to think straight through the pain, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and it bothered him almost as much as it bothered you. It had been a bit since he had slipped out through the entryway with a promise to return soon, with the grin on his face that only meant he was up to something, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to pay too much mind to it.

After about a half hour of you sitting on the couch, stomach aching and barely even reading your book anymore, the jingle from the doorway ensuring your boyfriends return had you directing your gaze to the hallway that led to the door, where said red-haired boy poked his head around the corner, watching you for a reaction.

“Seven…?” You asked, confusion evident on your face as you stared at him, manga now forgotten as it lay abandoned at your side.

He smiled at you, eyes closed while he beamed. “I got you a couple things~” He said, reaching out a hand to showcase the full shopping bag that dangled from his arm.

“Eh--? Why did you--”

He strode over to you, sitting down on the floor next to the couch you sat on as he shushed you, before turning to open the bag. He seemed rather proud of himself as he pulled it open, reaching in and handing you a freshly bought, fluffy blanket in your favorite color, offering it to you with the cutest grin on his face.

“I got you a better blanket, some extra supplies, some hot chocolate…” As he spoke, he laid each item out in a pile, eyeing you from time to time to make sure you were watching him and his little performance. “I got you a heating pad too, Jaehee mentioned once that those are useful. Do you want me to make you the hot chocolate now, or wait a bit?”

You stared at him, completely still as you watched him stare right back, puppy dog eyes on full display. “W- What is… Why……?”

He grinned at you as if it was obvious. Leave it to Seven to make you feel stupid even on your period. “You looked uncomfy, so I wanted to help~ Is that okay?”

Well, how are you meant to say no to that?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  End

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cw: stalking, drugging, kidnapping

hear me out - yandere seven in your phone! like a virtual assistant except he's real but you would never suspect that, right? he's watching you through the camera, addressing you by your name (that he made you input in, to avoid suspicion), he knows your location at all times, because this awesome phone doesn't let you turn it off, oops :) so when your friends claim you never pick up their calls or answer their texts, you're confused because you never got any? your social media apps mysteriously crash all the time as well. even if you try to update your phone, seven's already taken care of that - no amount of updates or restarts could overwrite his new and improved system! on the bright side, you won't have to worry about hackers...

and maybe, it's a bit weird for an ai to tell you to go from calling it? him? 707, to seven, to...luciel? since when did they give such 'human' names to ai's? it throws you off that when you're getting ready, he insists you can't go because the weather forecast says it's going to storm, despite you never asking. your super-smart appliances begin to malfunction too - the smart home security locks you in for days at a time, conveniently working just fine when someone comes to check in. sometimes, even your phone begins to act up, and then the familiar emote associated with 707 pops up on the blank screen, demanding you say the 'password' to get in - said password usually consists of something along the lines of, 'i love you, seven! or please help, god seven! a strange, ego-stroking statement of the sort - but you chalk it up to the ai's eccentric 'personality'.

and then one day, your laptop refuses to start up, showing weird symbols and causing you to worry that you'll lose all your files. amidst your despair, your very helpful virtual assistant pipes up to tell you to consult a specialist of some sort. by now, you're used to the unprompted helpful remarks 707 gives you, and you doubt it could harm you to check out whoever he was suggesting. that's how you find yourself outside the door of a saeyoung choi - according to him, he works with technology a lot and can fix your laptop in no time. it's very weird how he sounds all too familiar to the voice from your phone, and how that trademark red hair and striped glasses look just like the one in 707's emote, but maybe it's all a weird coincidence?

if you're not paying attention, you'll miss the pill saeyoung mixes inside your drink. by the time you wake up, you're in a different room, all alone with this mysterious person with nobody to help you - even your reliable 707 is uncharacteristically quiet...

little thought dump mayb i will do a full fledged fic abt him soon? if you wanna chat about your friendly ai 707, feel free to send an ask :D

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-“can I stay for tonight?” “I mean..for the early morning..gosh.. Iam so sorry.. to disturb you… this hour just .uhm.. -“Saeran!.come here,let me get you a towel first.. -mc was shocked to see Saeran soaked in midnight rain,its nearly 1am ,Saeran is shivering and stuttering his words from the cold. -mc waited for his response when they settled inside her small apartment but to see his flushed face ,laboured breathing and watery eyes she knows that he needs an urgent care . -while collecting meds from her small drawer near the bed,Saeran collapses beside her and mumbling some words. -“what is it again?its okay..tell me.. -"it’s about Saeyoung.there is this flower that I managed to plant .I asked hyung to at least water the flower when I was away.I put the flower outside to at least have sunlight.but when I returned from my trip,the flower was knocked down,the pot broke,and the flower was dried out .. he said he’s also on a trip with vanderwood for a mission so he forgot about the flower.I do not want to hurt Saeyoung so I just rushed outside and it started to rain and that flower is for you when I get back.I wanted to surprise you with that flower.but I think it is also my fault to ask Saeyoung when he’s busy… I cannot think of any gift so I came here to apologize and then this fever hits me and burden you..Iam so sorry .. -"how sweet..but it is alright.maybe he watered the flower but he didnt think that he will be away for that long..dont worry the fever will go away..just rest..I think your best gift is to spend time with me ,sweet dreams,honey..” -he rushed outside without thinking .the only thing that pops on his mind is to apologize to mc and not to hurt his brother with his words. -57 missed calls from 707 -“hello Saeyoung,this is mc..yup he is here dont worry…he’s sleeping now,he is fine except for the fever..yeah.and you too.take care”.

-end-

-I tried to make a short fic with my fan art XD because I cant draw a comic now.lololol this is the part 2 of my previous fan art of Saeran.

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Could you do some hurt/comfort with 1p and/or 2p America and Canada with an s/o who views themselves as a bit of a jester? Like, they’re really laid back and up-beat as much as the can be, hate others seeing the upset, etc and maybe they’re caught just scowling at themselves in the mirror as they look at their reflection… Bit of a downer lol

I had a moment where my brain just couldn't figure out if you wanted just 1P or just 2P, so I wrote all four. I hope I didn't misinterpret your request too badly ^^"

America:

(Y.N) gripped the edges of the sink while they mustered up the strength to advert their gaze from the mirror.

Alfred's voice ringing from across the house makes them jolt, shaking them from their thoughts, and providing an answer to his question.

"I'll be down in a minute!"

He and (Y.N) were invited to party hosted by none other than Prussia and Denmark. It was going to be a rowdy one for sure, and one that would require a great deal of energy from (Y.N) to hold their compose for the entire night.

(Y.N) had gone into the bathroom to give themselves a pep-talk, but their gloomy mood slithered from the back of their mind and injected its venomous thoughts into their train of thought.

Much to their dismay, Alfred wasn't so certain that everything was alright, especially when this was the third time he asked that question.

"(Y.N), you ready or what?"

His impatience melts away instantly when he sees his S/O, and there is a twinge of regret in his chest. Alfred slides between (Y.N) and the door, and wraps his arms around their torso.

"What's wrong?"

"This." (Y.N) points at the mirror.

Alfred feels his stomach drop, and his eyes widen. "Us? Is there something wrong with us?"

(Y.N) locks eyes with him in the reflection.

"What? No, no, there's nothing wrong with us! I just ... I'm not in the mood for partying right now."

Alfred ponders for a moment. What is 'this' that they are referring to? Their physical characteristics? Or is it their personality traits, quirks, and habits?

"I'll call Matthias and let him know we can't make it."

"No, you should still go to the party!"

"The hero can't save the day if he's off partying."

2P America:

He cares more for his S/O's mental health than his own. Anyone that threatens his way of life is met with scarred fists, and anything that makes him feel helpless is shoved to the back burner until it boils over in the form of false bravado, and aggression toward anyone in his path of destruction.

He can't fight off his S/O's fears, their intrusive thoughts, or their demons, but he would if he could. Allen would do damn near anything if it meant he wouldn't have to see their smile replaced with a grimace.

He sees the way they scowl at their reflection in the window of a parked car, and he notices they way they shrink within themselves for the remainder of their date. Allen isn't as dense as he seems, but he certainly feels helpless.

False bravado and aggression won't work with his S/O, but the feeling of powerlessness grows.

(Y.N) sees it when they practice at batting cages. Each swing whistles as it cuts through the air, colliding with the ball with enough force to send it flying through the net, while the bat explodes into splinters.

They've seen his frustration before, and it usually fades as quickly as it appears, but this raw rage cropped up a couple of weeks ago, and has only gotten stronger since.

(Y.N) brought him to his favorite restaurant one afternoon for a sweet treat because it was so hot out; of course, that was the reason they told him, and it definitely wasn't an attempt to cheer him up.

This place holds memories dear to them both. It's where they first met after all.

He devoured his food, but (Y.N) picked at theirs the entire afternoon. They flip their spoon around, and cringe at the warped reflection staring back at them as if it felt the same disgust.

It had only been a few hours since then, and a few weeks since he first caught on, and he still hasn't found the source of their sour mood.

So when he found them, again, standing in front of the bathroom mirror glaring at their reflection, Allen swoops in to wrap his arms around their waist, and nestles his face into the crook of their next. Finally, he asks the burning question.

"What's eating you?"

(Y.N) hangs their head low, and cries. Tears frame their face as sobs wrack their body. Their hands travel toward Allen's arms, which have held them firm against him, and they gently pry them loose long enough to bury their face into his chest.

"Just hold me."

(Y.N)'s voice, barely above a whisper, gives Allen the cue to guide them toward the bed and hold them close until they feel ready to talk.

Canada:

For once, Matthew agrees with his brother's advice: a movie playing in the background, and their favorite snacks (if their appetite returns) would cheer (Y.N) up.

And for once, Francis gave reasonable advice that didn't make Matthew plug his nose with tissues: Matthew would wrap (Y.N) up in his arms, and whisper sweet nothings into their ear, planting feathery kisses to their temple, cheek, and lips until they're feeling better about themselves.

He knows he can't kiss away their insecurities, or chase away their demons with movies and food, but he can hold them close and remind them of how amazing they are. They've done so much to bolster his confidence, so they better believe he will do everything he can to boost your self-esteem.

"Maple, I'm home!"

He nudges his boot against the door until it clicks shut, then he sets the bags of goodies on the dining room table.

"Uh, Matthew? Could you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom?" (Y.N)'s voice sounds from the kitchen.

"Are you alright?"

Matthew shouts from across the house while retrieving said kit, and while he does that, (Y.N) cradles their hand over the kitchen sink. Splotches of red drip on to ceramic shards.

They only needed a clean plate, and rather than running the dishwasher, they decided to handwash one instead, but when they caught their reflection in the plate, malaise clouded their judgement for a moment and they thrust the plate into the sink, failing to catch it at the last moment. A shard grazed their palm of their non-dominant hand seconds before Matthew returned home.

"I'm sorry about the plate."

"Nevermind the plate, let me see your hand."

Matthew gently turns your palm toward him, dabbing the edges of the cut with washcloth. He bites the inside of his lip – a nervous habit of his.

"What happened?"

"The plate slipped and I tried to catch it."

A half-truth. Did that mean it was also partially a lie? Guilt makes (Y.N)'s stomach churn. It wasn't something they necessarily wanted to get into right now, even though (Y.N) knew they should tell Matthew sooner rather than later. He trusts them with his insecurities – and this isn't to imply that (Y.N) doesn't trust him with their insecurities, but it requires more courage than they have at the moment to divulge such sensitive topics.

The stinging brought upon by an alcohol wipe grounds (Y.N), and Matthew offers a quick apology before returning to cleaning the cut.

"Let me wrap this up and then we can have our movie night, okay?"

"I brought your favorites." Matthew adds

2P Canada:

Kumajirou, James' polar bear, sooner caught on to (Y.N)'s foul mood since the bear was stationed to guard the cabin whenever James was away, which was fairly often for someone frequently called a social recluse.

The remaining hour of daylight permeates through the foliage and casts flickering fragments of orange light against a backdrop of prickly green grass and stiff spruce trees stretching toward the evening sky.

Watching, waiting, and occasionally shifting positions in the stiff wooden chair, (Y.N) sighs, having already given up hope that James would return home on time like he promised.

As the light recedes, and the night inches closer, so do their thoughts. It's easier to distract themselves from their mind when company is around – company that can speak, anyway.

Kuma shuffles over to (Y.N) and huffs a puff of air into their ear. In a rare display of affection, he presses his muzzle against the side of their face.

"Hi Kuma..."

They gently caress the bear's fur for a moment before letting their hand fall down to their side. Exhaling through the nose, (Y.N) stands and hooks a hand under the top of the chair, dragging it behind them as they return it to the kitchen. 

Similar marks from previous days remain etched into the floor, despite many of (Y.N)'s mental reminders to clean up the scuffed hardwood paneling.

"Looks like it's just us again, Kuma."

Silence.

(Y.N) finds him curled on the floor beside the bed, and fast asleep.

"Or it's just me."

They step over the sleeping bear, and drop into bed without bothering to move the blankets from underneath them or change into a clean set of pajamas.

Kuma opens an eye and tilts his nose to ceiling, sniffs once, then nudges (Y.N) with a cold nose.

(Y.N) swats him away, and moves further toward James' side of the bed, away from the bear. "Go away!"

"But I just got home." A poor time for James to be a smart-ass, honestly.

James peeks around the doorway to the bedroom when he hears no response from his S/O. They're awake. He could tell from they way their body stiffened at the sound of his approaching footsteps.

"(Y.N)?"

A strangled cry escapes their throat before they can clamp a hand across their mouth. They had been distant lately, even he could piece that together, and while most times (Y.N) would come around, seeking his reassurance or comfort, but this time they didn't. 

A fleeting wave of frustration surges through him, then it's replaced by guilt when he realizes his absence from their shared home is likely the reason behind (Y.N) opting to hug his pillow instead of him.

The bed dips under his weight as he hugs them from behind, and after a second of reluctance, (Y.N)'s body relaxes immediately. 

"You smell like sweat and dirt."

(Y.N)'s attempted joke makes James chuckle. He threads his fingers between theirs, and gives it three gentle squeezes.

"Would you like me to shower first?"

(Y.N) pulls their connected hands to their lips and kiss his knuckles.

"Stay. Please."

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Imagine the Allies and Axis at a rave with a female partner?? Female partner invited them to a rave! Came back from edc and I miss it already!

I'm so jealous, I've wanted to go to one for a l o n g time, I'm glad you had fun! I'll be splitting this in two posts, one for the allies (this first one) and a second post for the axis :) I hope you enjoy

The Allies' Partner Taking Them To A Rave

TW// alcohol and drug use mentioned (past and present)

America • Alfred Jones

Alfred is looking forward to attending one with you the moment you start talking about your interest in them, as in his few hundred years of being alive, he's been to more than a few raves

He's really only been to some big ones in the US though, so he's not too knowledgeable of the rave customs overseas and he will not think to research them beforehand

Because of this, he definingly rocks up in a colorful outfit more belonging to the late night EDM scene regardless of the setting, and even if he sticks out like a sore thumb, he still has a blast

He just loves the loud music and the crowded environment, using his time to mingle with the other attendees, making sure to spend the majority of his focus on you

In fact, it does not matter your height or size, this boy is incredibly strong and he wants you to sit on his shoulders at least once

When the party ends and you two walk back to your little hotel room, he's talking energetically about it, already excited for the next one you two attend together

This is a side note, but he has done acid before and, if you two are close and he trusts you, he will do it again if you two talk it over beforehand

Canada • Matthew Williams

No no no no no

He will be more than happy to help you get ready or listen to you talk about it afterwards, but he's really not comfortable with the environment

He mainly likes to spend his time in nature out on hikes, surrounded by nothing but wilderness and the chilled northern air, raves however, are a loud, crowded, and hot environment, which is exactly the opposite of how he's like to spend his free time

His one issue, however, is that he has a very hard time saying no to his darling partner, so if you ask him, he'll try his best to go to one with you

At first he doesn't enjoy it in the slightest, but after some help from you (and probably smoking a bit of weed,) he relaxes a little

He absolutely stays away from the center of the warehouse and keeps mental track of where the speakers are, and honestly spends the most of his time outside (he could hear the music from the parking lot tbh)

The next morning, even though he's very burnt out, he admits he had fun, but kindly asks you to never invite him to one again

You both spend the afternoon relaxing and recharging together in a quiet calmness

China • Yao Wang

He's around 4,000 years old, he's lived a long, exciting life full of interesting and unique experiences

A rave, however, is (unsurprisingly) not one of them

In fact, he was mainly unaware of the entire subculture before you have told him about your interest

It was very hard to convince him to go to one in the first place, and he knew he wouldn't enjoy himself as soon as he heard the music from outside the building, but he decided to bite his tongue and let you enjoy your night

The entire evening, he just looked out of place

His long hair was tied back neatly, and he was wearing his regular clothing, he had a near constant expression that looked like something crossed between vague confusion and him having a headache

He ended up not particularly enjoying the night, but at least he got to experience something you would talk positively about (plus Hong Kong thinks he's a bit cooler, so it's something)

He doesn't want to go to another one, but doesn't stop you from attending anymore and will always let you talk about them

England • Arthur Kirkland

He would never admit it, but back in the 1980's when warehouse parties started gaining popularity in the UK, he attended a few raves now and then

He much more preferred the underground rock or punk scene opposed to EDM, but a loud fun illegal event is a loud fun illegal event, so who is he to complain

He was pleasantly surprised when you asked him to accompany you to one though, and he readily agreed (he didn't necessarily express his excitement)

When he gets there, he parties

The kind of music that's playing is a bit out of his norm, but he integrates into the environment surprisingly well, dancing (or an approximant of it) along with the music with you

He doesn't tell you in full, but he's very touched that you invited him and because you felt comfortable enough to do so, he offers to bring you to an underground punk/grunge concert

Attending these kinds of events sort of becomes your guys' thing

France • François Bonnefoy

When you asked him if he wanted to go to one with you, he didn't know what to expect, though he went in excited for the new experience

He's kind of enamored with the flashy and colorful rave fashion in the US raves, and while he wouldn't dress up himself, he loves seeing any special costume, makeup, or accessories you have on for it, and he'll try his best to take any pictures for you if you ask

As for the night itself, while it was very loud and cramped, he still had a lot of fun, dancing and spending time with you

At the end of the night, he's pretty exhausted and ready to go to sleep, but he immediately takes a shower when he gets to your shared hotel room before borderline passing out

He sleeps in quite late the next morning

Later he tells you that he wouldn't want to make it a too frequent of an occurrence, but he wouldn't mind going to another one with you

Russia • Ivan Braginsky

He had never considered attending a rave a single day in his life before you asked him

Much like China, he knew they were a thing, but he didn't really know any specifics

However, seeing as you were the one who asked him, he immediately agreed as soon as the words left your lips

While he had heard you talk about raves before, he didn't really know what to expect, but as it would turn out, he's a very useful person to have around in a rave

He's fun and agreeable, and incredibly tall and intimidating, so there's automatically a bubble of air around the two of you, the other people trying their best not to bump into you or the man you're with

Plus? You'll literally never lose him!!

He's so tall that, on the chance you do get separated, he's like a beacon sticking out of the crowd

As the night closes and fades to sunrise, he walks you two home safely, talking about how much fun it was

He'd go to another one with you, though that's not saying much, considering he'd do anything just to spend time with you