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[yxngbxkkie]

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You're waiting for Minho to step back into the waiting room of the studio, knowing they should be here in a few moments. Stray Kids just finished their recent comeback on Music Show Core, and you came to support your boyfriend.

You glance back at the television in the room, seeing the MCs talking to the camera. The door to the room opens up as Minho walks in first. A smile graces your lips, and you take a step towards him.

“You guys did so well!” You almost squeal, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him.

Minho wraps his arms around your waist, and you feel his lips kiss your shoulder. “It looked good?” He asks you, pulling back from you.

Sweat rolls down his cheeks and neck, and you turn to grab a paper towel. His eyes meet yours just as you pat his face. Your gaze travels to his, and you instantly feel flustered.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask him in a whisper, bringing the towel down to his neck, patting it gently.

“Like what?” Minho whispers back, his hand resting on your waist.

The tips of your ears burn, and your eyes widen slightly. “There's no way this is how you look when your stylists pat your face,” you mumble and bite your lip.

A smirk comes to his lips, his grip on your waist tightening a bit. “And what if it is?” He raises an eyebrow, looking down at you.

“If I was your stylist and you looked at me like this, I'd want you to kiss me,” you say to him, bringing your free hand to his face.

“That's against the rules,” Minho whispers, leaning his face closer to yours.

Your eyes flutter shut when your noses brush together. “I'll have to resist then,” you mutter while running your fingers through his hair.

He laughs and he tugs your body close. “But can you? You love it when I kiss you,” he grins, placing a feathery kiss on your cheek.

“Do you two have to do this?” Seungmin asks with a disgusted look. Neither of you replies to him, too caught up in each other. He shakes his head, grabbing his water before leaving the room.

“Keep dabbing, baby,” Minho's voice snaps you from your daze. “I need to go back in a few minutes.”

You clear your throat, beginning to pat his skin dry. “You're enjoying this too much,” you giggle while shaking your head.

His hand glides up your back, a chuckle escaping his lips as well. “You like it too,” he mentions, his free hand resting on your heart. “Your heart is racing.”

“How can it not?” You ask, double checking that you got all of the sweat. “You're so handsome, and you're staring at me with this look that I can't explain.”

“Believe it or not, I wouldn't look at a stylist,” Minho tells you, grabbing the towel from you. You furrow your brows, watching him throw the dirty item away. “I'm usually reviewing what we just recorded when they do that. So, that look I gave you was just for you.”

You tear your gaze away from him, getting flustered again. Minho hooks a finger beneath your jaw, lifting your face. Your breath hitches in your throat as he kisses you.

Your fingers grip his shirt, tugging his body toward you. You kiss him back with no hesitation, loving the way his lips feel against yours.

“Minho!” Chan's voice comes through the closed door, knocking echoes off the walls. “We gotta go!”

He pulls away from you, an annoyed sigh leaving his lips. “Never enough time,” Minho sighs, both of his hands squeezing your waist.

“If you're not too tired tonight, you can stay at my place,” you offer, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I'll gladly take you up on that,” he smiles, kissing your forehead. The two of you walk over to the door, and he opens it up before stepping into the hall.

You lean against the door frame and cross your arms over your chest. “I love you,” you say to him before he walks away.

Minho turns to face you, grinning ear to ear. “I love you, jagiya,” he beams and kisses you one last time.

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[garbinge]

Earthquakes and Promotions

Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of bullets, war, shrapnel, earthquakes, injuries, blood, trauma, bruising. Light hurt/comfort. 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! More Tim and F!Nurse Reader!!! Altho... I think she might be changing careers soon...lol Hope y’all enjoy! 

The Rookie Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​ @simrah1012 

“Thanks for buying me lunch.” You looked up to Tim who was in his full patrol uniform. 

“Next time you’re coming down to the food trucks by the station.” Tim said as he rested his arms on his work belt. 

You let out a humorous breath and bumped your shoulder against him as you walked through the hospital halls. “I told you not to get a hot meal, you gotta stick with sandwiches or simple sides.” 

Tim’s gaze moved over to you and his eyebrows raised and a small smirk grew on his face. 

“But yea, next time I’ll come to the trucks. Things were just really busy in the ER today, lucky I was able to step away for 20 minutes.” 

“What types of things you seein’?” Tim’s voice turned from normal to on edge. 

“Just accidents, nothing LAPD needs to be worried about, I think I got one drug OD but no GSWs.” You explained knowing exactly what was happening in Tim’s mind. 

Before he could answer there was a whooshing noise followed by the ground beneath them shaking. You both stumbled trying to find your footing as the land beneath you shifted and shook. A few non stationary items shifted places, carts rolling fast and slammed into walls. One managed to roll right into your abdomen, moving too quick for you to move out of its way. These hospital carts were easily 500 lbs with the computers and equipment on them, and the speed at which it came crashing into you, they could cause some real damage. 

You yelled out in pain and pushed the cart against the wall behind you as Tim moved towards you and pushed you both into a doorway and on the ground. 

While you were in pain, your torso throbbing from the cart, you called out to everyone who was in your vision. 

“Everyone down!” 

Tim looked up and did the same, “Cover your heads!” 

His body hovered over yours, shielding you from anything falling above, his grip on your arms tight as you both ducked your heads in the doorway. 

Shelves were falling over, dust and debris fell from the ceiling and everything was shifted and out of place, and when the shaking had finally stopped, that’s when the crisis kicked in. Voices and cries for help came from just about everywhere in the hospital once the ground settled. There was chance of an aftershock, but that was the last thing on people’s minds right now. 

“You okay?” Tim said standing up and bringing you up with him, his grip still firm on your arms. 

“Yea, just a bruise, nothing I can’t handle.” You turned around and gripped his arms just as tight back. It felt like minutes but you knew it was just a few milliseconds. 

Tim was a first responder and you thrived in tactical medicine. While Tim knew you were hurt he also knew you wouldn’t consider it a priority in comparison to everything else, and you knew Tim wasn’t going to push you to get checked out right now, you were both going to put the job first. 

All those thoughts happened within seconds, in the next second, you both looked at each other and nodded knowing you both had a job to do. 

“I need to assess the ER, it’s going to be a madhouse.” You game planned with Tim. 

“I can help here but depending on volume I’ll probably have to hit the streets, looting, accidents, all that.” You and him were now moving towards the trauma center bay. 

You opened the doors and you clocked it, a mad house. Easily two dozen people, all injured and the staff were moving around assisting who they could. Taking in the scene you stood up on the check in desk and brought your fingers to your lips and a loud whistle echoed. 

“Fractures, broken bones, dislocations to the left please!” A group of people shifted over to the side. 

“What if you don’t know if it’s broken!” Someone called out. 

“If you have any pain in your arms and legs move to the left please!” You answered them quickly and moved on to the next group. 

“Lacerations, cuts, bruises right please!” Another group moved over quickly. 

That left you with a group in the middle, this was probably the group with the worst injury, too out of it to understand or move, or internal issues. 

“Marsha, attend to the left, prioritize based on pain scale and your discretion. Allen, take the right, prioritize head lacerations and deep cuts and anything NEAR an artery. David and Natalia, you’re helping me with the middle where pretty much everyone is a priority. Everyone else fill in where you can, stay alert, stay liquid.” 

You moved down from the table and planted a quick kiss on Tim’s lips. “Love you, go be a hero.” And before he could respond you were moving to the  middle section and getting people in beds and ordering tests and just honestly really succeeding in conditions that were set up for failure. 

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The day was long, it was pretty much never ending. You lost track of time, you were probably well over your normal shift time but this was what they saved that overtime for. Not that it would have mattered or made a difference, you would have stayed regardless. The people of LA needed your help. 

It was probably 2AM when things slowed down. You had attended to all the walk-ins, all the EMT emergencies, all the intake patients who were hurt and needed to be brought into the ER, all the trauma patients and even all the hurt employees. Which meant it was your turn. 

You ached your way up onto the gurney, lifting your scrub top up to show the large bruise that expanded from your abdomen and a little on your lower chest. 

“It’s a minor crush injury, probably a bruised rib and pelvis.” Marsha, the nurse on your team who also stayed overnight spoke as she assessed your wound. “We should do a CT scan and MRI to be safe, it’ll be covered under the hospital since you were injured on the job.” She explained knowing you were about to come up with excuses. 

“Covered or not, order the tests.” Tim’s voice alerted both of you. 

“I’ll go put the order in.” Marsha excused herself with a smile and nod, leaving you and Tim in the ER. 

“It looks worse than it feels.” You pulled your scrubs down and moved off the gurney as Tim walked closer to you. 

“Tell me that when we’re home and you can’t sleep because the pain is keeping you up.” He brought you into a hug, his hand cupping your head and his other hand rubbing up and down your back. 

“This is new.” You pulled your head out of the hug and looked up at Tim, using your right hand and thumb to slightly move over his forehead where a cut was dried up and bruised.

“Got punched by someone.” 

You frowned, shocked that Tim had let someone catch him with his guard down. 

“Looters, one of ‘em put up a fight, not a big deal.” He shrugged and nodded for you to jump back up on the gurney. “C’mon, take a beat.” 

“Must’ve been a hell of a fight. Let me clean it?” You asked him, looking up to his face. 

“Tell me what to grab.” He nodded and moved to the cabinets next to the gurney. 

“First and third shelf. Butterfly bandage, gauze, and saline.” You ordered him.

“No alcohol?” He looked over his shoulder at you. 

“Can’t scar that pretty face.” You smirked. “We aren’t overseas at war anymore, I can treat you properly now.” 

Tim brought up a chair so he was sitting in front of you. “No more ziplock bags filled with bottled water to clean cuts?” 

“Or taking my shirt off to wrap around your injuries as a makeshift bandage.” You poured a couple drops of saline over his cut and took the gauze to catch the leftover. 

With his eyes closed, he spoke up. “Hey, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 

You stayed silent, a small smile forming on your face but with Tim’s eyes closed he couldn’t tell. Which is why he opened the eye that wasn’t being treated to gauge your response.

“Easy, officer. Flirting with your RN can get you into some trouble.” You placed the butterfly bandage over his brow and leaned back when you were done. 

“And what about flirting with my wife?” He leaned back himself. 

“Different kind of trouble.” You teased him and he laughed. 

“You know, you handled this morning well. Gave good orders. Prioritized properly. Reminded me of when I met you.” Tim said as you waited for Marsha to come back. 

“When I yelled at you to stop standing there and get your hands dirty?” 

“And then took your shirt off to bandage my abdomen.” He teased. 

“And then yelled at you to stay with me.” You retorted back. 

“Yea, lot of yelling.” Tim nodded. 

“Hey, the bomb went off pretty close, most of it was noise-induced hearing loss.” 

“Technically that wasn’t the first time we met.” Tim stood up now and his head moved to indicate for you to move over a little so he could sit next to you. 

“We met at briefing.” You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder. 

His head fell on yours, “Didn’t say anything to you but–” 

“You wouldn’t stop staring.” You chuckled. 

Tim laughed back, “No. I couldn’t.” 

There was a silence between you two for a while, your hand dancing around his as you waited. 

“I’ve been thinking.” Tim said, his head was still leaning on yours. “Maybe you should move back into tactical medicine.” 

“Like paramedics?” You frowned. 

“Yea or maybe a TEMS officer.” He shrugged, you felt it as your head lifted.

“Like SWAT?” You asked him, still confused. “I’m not LAPD, don’t think that’s possible.” 

“You have tactical training from being in the Marines, you’re a RN in the emergency and trauma department, and I could get Sergeant Grey to put in a word, two Sergeants recommendations plus your experience, and some training, you’d be golden.” Tim explained. 

“Two Sergeants?” You lifted your head up and turned to him. His smile grew and he looked down before looking back at you. “Apparently Grey was going to tell me this afternoon but everything happened so he told me on the way out. About 30 minutes ago.” 

Your jaw dropped and your grip on Tim’s hand tightened, a squeal left your mouth and you hugged him, despite the pain you were in. “So that means when I call you Sarge it’ll actually be true.” You beamed. 

“It will.” He nodded shyly, “It is.” His eyebrows raised and another shrug fell off his shoulders. 

“It’s well deserved.” You moved your hand up to his cheek. 

“I’m serious about you becoming a TEMS officer.” He looked into your eyes. But before you could respond Marsha’s voice caused both of you to turn towards her.

“We can take you to get the tests now, I rush ordered them, figured you’d want to get home sooner rather than later.” Masha said with a smile. 

You turned back to Tim, knowing this was a larger conversation to be had. 

“Go, I’ll be here waiting.” 

You got up from the gurney and stared at Marsha who had the wheelchair in her hands. 

“Hospital policy.” She knew exactly what you were thinking. 

With a sigh, your shoulders fell and you collapsed into the wheelchair and sunk into it fully relaxed with a smile and gave Tim a quick wink. 

 “I’ll see you soon, Sarge.”

[starrzhao]

what are the odds? | k.tr

synopsis you've tried numerous attempts in confessing to taerae but somehow it always ends up turning into unfortunate accidents…misleading taerae into thinking you hate him at some poor attempts

pairing taerae x gn!reader

genre romance, fluff, humor, angst if you squint

word count 9.6k

content/tags sfw, miscommunication/misunderstanding trope, university!au setting, part-time barista!taerae

warnings I am not funny but I tried, swearing, a lotta things are unrealistic (anyways it’s fiction lol) , the y/n here is kind of a dumbass sorry (to clarify, you are not dumb at all! I’m just referring to the mc here 😭😞), low-key gave up halfway so things may be messy, will try to edit and proofread later when I have the time

featuring former boys planet trainees, kum junhyeon , park hanbin , cha woongki and seowon

taglist @leagreenly @kpoprhia @dimplewonie @shanb1n @wtfhyuck @mikaymee (kindly send an ask/dm if you’d like to be added or removed)

HOW IT ALL STARTED

One of your friends, sung hanbin had decided to host an open-mic event at his cafe for the first time. At first, you didn’t want to go because of the number of assignments you had all piled up as your horridly long to-do list was desperate for your attention. but your friend was also desperate too, begging you to come as he was afraid only a few people would bother to show up.

So being the good friend you are (and terrible procrastinator looking for an excuse to not do work), you decided to go. Your other friends, zhanghao, ricky and junhyeon also tagged along to support as well.

To your surprise, the cafe was actually really full, more and more people rolled in every hour and although you loved to socialize, your battery was draining from seeing the number of people at a high.

There were a lot of talented people who took the stage. With some pouring out their emotions with their personal spoken-word poetry, some inducing laughter with stand-up comedy and some taking the stage to sing their heart out with a touching ballad or a fun pop song.

It was a particularly entertaining night but with the number of people increasing in the cafe, it was draining and dreadful to be with a swarm of people. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to socialize, it was just suffocating to be in a large crowded cafe.

It was 1 am but the open-mic was still lively and has yet to reach its end with a quite big number of people still waiting in line to take the stage.

“I want to go home.” You yawn before comfortably resting your head on the table as you hear another poetry number.

“I gotta go I have a 7 am class tomorrow, the professor will rip my head off if I’m late again. I already told hanbin so he won’t kill me. Bye guys.” Ricky was the first one to leave from your group, bidding you guys a farewell.

Hanbin begged you guys to stay throughout the whole open mic to ensure there was going to be an audience for every performer. As the hours passed, less and less people were at the cafe.

“Thank you to everyone who came today especially to the ones who decided to stay until the end of our event. Now we know there’s still some of you who wish to perform their piece tonight but I’m afraid we have to end it after one last performance. Do not fret, there will be another open-mic event in the future! I hope to see you all stop by again. “ Hanbin relays his closing remarks for the event.

“And now, to finally wrap our event, let’s give the stage to the last but definitely not the least, kim taerae! Let’s all give it up for him.” Claps and cheers echoed through the room for the last performer. A young man walked into the stage with a guitar in his hand, he was dressed in a white denim jacket with a pair of blue jeans and his hair was styled in a little messy perm. He enters the stage and greets the crowd with a sweet smile.

“Hello everyone! I am kim taerae and to end today’s open-mic on a good note, I will be singing man in love by infinite. Hope you enjoy.” You were a little surprised at his low voice. You get up from your position and sit uptight, eager to watch the performance of the new man you found attractive. From his looks and to his speaking voice, he already seemed promising .

The moment he started singing, you melted over his vocals. His voice was quite deep yet also so sweet and soft. His voice was so captivating and everyone in the audience was in awe.

The performance was so satisfying and heartwarming to watch. He was also looking into the eyes of the members of the audience as if he was in a concert. At one point, your eyes meet and you felt your heart skip a beat as he flashed a charming bright smile as his eyes met yours for a moment.

At that moment, you felt your world stop for a moment like you have just met eye-to-eye with the love of your life. All throughout the performance, you felt as if you two were the only one there. As if taerae was pouring all those words out to you.

Soon, the song had finally come to an end and the crowd loudly claps and cheers, everyone was swooned by his heartfelt performance.

“Thank you everyone, hope you all enjoyed the night and get home safe. Take care!” He bids his farewell and everyone immediately stands up from their seats, ready to leave the event.

The next day arrived and here you were on your first day in a new class. You were sleep deprived and was trying your hardest not to fall asleep as soon as you sat down.

Everyone else chatted about whatever went on in their lives. A lot of the others already knew each other too. You were sitting in the back with no one next to you, feeling slightly out of place.

“Hey may I sit here?” A familiar low voice spoke. You get up and look at your left. Loe and behold, It was that sweet singer from yesterday.

“Yes of course.” You reply and flash a small smile.

“You’re kim taerae?”

“Oh yeah! How do you know me?

“I recognize you, you were at the open-mic last night at the cafe last night, right?”

“Ah yes that’s me!” He lightly chuckles in response.

“You were incredible last night, you were the perfect person to end the show. Your singing was amazing! It was so sweet and satisfying to hear. And then when y-I’m so sorry I think I’m rambling now.” His ears turned red from your compliment, keeping a shy smile on over the compliments you gave. You worried that you were doing too much.

“No no it’s fine! And thank you so much, I appreciate it, really.”

“ sorry I forgot to introduce myself but I’m y/n by the way. nice to meet you taerae.” You let your hand out to which he gladly shakes.

“And I’m well, as you already know haha, taerae but it’s very nice to meet you y/n. looking forward to getting to know you.” That sweet smile painted on his face as he seats himself next to you.

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you have liked, actually no scratch that, you have been in love with taerae since the first day you met him..

After becoming seatmates on the first day and getting along, you were bound to see each other every week, and after talking to him during every class, sharing about anything and everything in your lives instead of actually paying attention to your lectures, your feelings had gotten stronger as you had gotten to know him more over the course of a few months

He was a very smart, humble and sweet person. A million words weren’t even enough to describe his personality. To top it all off, he was incredibly handsome too. He had that sweet signature smile that always brightened your day. It was hard not to fall for someone like him.

He also became a part-time employee at hanbin’s cafe, although you only every visited once a week to see hanbin, you started going everyday to see taerae.

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“hey y/n we know that you’re down bad for mr. cutie pie over there but please pay attention to your friends.” junhyeon snaps at you from your trance after catching you once, again getting lost in your own world staring at taerae for the millionth time today.

currently, you and your friends were hanging at the cafe owned by hanbin located near your uni.

“Yeah, huh yes.” junhyeon and gunwook laugh at your reaction.

Speaking of the devil(or angel, you would think), taerae suddenly approaches your table.

“hey guys I’m clocking out now, just tell hanbin if you need anything. and y/n see you on monday!” he sends you his signature smile as he waves at your friends a farewell as he leaves the cafe.

“see you!” you were smiling so big at him, unaware of how you were smiling so big like a fool. junhyeon and gunwook giggle and whisper amongst themselves, teasing your absolutely lovesick state.

“yeah and they say they have a little crush, and they’ve been trying to hide it.” Junhyeon teases.

“Oh shut up.” You smack his arm and turn away, trying to hide your so painfully obvious blushing state.

“we are so sick of you shooting heart eyes at him for the longest time, oh god when do you plan on finally asking him out?” gunwook says.

“now that you mention it I think I’m planning on confessing to taerae soon.”

your friends dramatically gasp altogether. they certainly didn’t expect you to make a move a year after meeting him.

“You really are?”

“Yeah I was actually thinking of telling him after the open-mic tomorrow.”

“Ooooh how?” Sung hanbin chips in as he takes a seat at your table and casually sneaks a bite from zhanghao’s cheesecake sitting on the table.

“hey what the hell that’s mine, don’t think you’re so slick.” zhanghao snatches the fork from hanbin’s hand and hanbin chuckles at zhanghao’s annoyed state.

“hanbin what are you doing here aren’t you supposed to be working?” you turn to look at him and he comfortably sinks his back into the couch.

“you guys are the only ones here anyways and I’m closing the cafe in a bit. i also heard the words taerae and confess so of course I had to join in.”

“anyways moving back to the topic, how are you going to tell him” hanbin mentions once again.

“I was just planning on just simply saying it. All straight forward like hey.. I like you.”

Your friends squeal in excitement, you bury your face in your hands, embarrassed.

“I have a hunch he likes you too.” your ears turn red over what hanbin said, thinking the possibility of taerae reciprocating his feelings made you feel a little happy inside.

“Wishing you luck ” Hanbin pats your shoulder..

“Yeah like what are the odds that things could go wrong?”

RIGHT, WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

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ATTEMPT 1 : THE OPEN MIC

“thank you for attending our open mic event this month ! I truly appreciate all your support and I’m always amazed by the talented performers that take on the stage. Hope you all get home safe and sound, thank you once again and I hope to see you again in our monthly open mic event once again next month.”

“Good luck.” Hanbin whispers in your year, sending you a fighting gesture as you proceed to look for taerae.

You look around and you spot him behind the cashier, currently counting a bunch of coins in his hand.

“Hey!” You catch the boy’s attention as he looks up and immediately flashes a smile as you near him.

“Hey what’s up? Did you enjoy tonight’s open-mic?”

“Yeah I did! And like always, you did absolutely amazing.” Taerae’s face flushing red after your compliment, you always found it so adorable when he’d get so shy.

“Uh taerae, I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Go ahead. I’m listening.” He places his arm on the counter, resting his chin on his palm, ready to listen to you.

“I don’t know where to begin..so the thing is.”

You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the moment.

“I’ve been keeping on eye on a certain someone for awhile now. Well whatever I shouldn’t be beating around the bush. I like-“

“Taerae! Let’s go!” A blue haired boy comes and wraps his arm around taerae’s neck, ruffling through his hair. You presumed it was the blue-haired roommate taerae always referred to in his stories about his dorm life.

“Later hanbin! Y/n’s trying to tell me something, go on..”

“Oh I’m so sorry I was interrupting something..”

“I like hearing the stories about your roommate, I wanted to meet him.” It just slipped. Forcing yourself to lie was defenitely not something you wanted to do but you felt too awkward to continue confessing.

“That’s me! Hello I am park hanbin, taerae’s amazing roommate that you hear about in his stories.” Hanbin winks at you, and puts his hand out. You shake his hand, pretending like you eagerly wanted to get to know him.

“Oh hey! That’s cool so I always heard really interesting stories about you so I’ve been dying to meet you.” You lied.

“I hear about you too, you seem cool. Hey wanna exchange numbers?”

“Yeah that’d be cool.” You and hanbin pull out your phones and quickly exchange numbers as taerae stands awkwardly behind the counter, witnessing your interaction.

“So uh i guess we can take our leave now? Thanks for coming today y/n and see you tomorrow during class!” Taerae pats hanbin’s shoulders, lowkey pushing him to go.

“Oh of course. See you taerae!” You smile and wave as they slowly take their leave.

“Nice to meet you y/n see you around too!” Hanbin cheekily throws a heart shooting gesture at you.

That was not definitely what you wanted to do.

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PERHAPS A LETTER WILL DO?

“I don’t know if I can directly say it to him again.” You contemplated as you drew along your sketchbook. You were currently in ricky and zhanghao’s dorm, making a sketch of taerae as the two seriously focus on finishing their plates for their art classes due the next day, them being typical art students, while ranting about your confession process for the second time.

“Then perhaps you can try saying it to him by writing it in a letter instead?” Ricky suggests as he calmly moves the brush strokes against his canvas, multitasking listening to you while painting for his final’s project in his drawing and painting class.

“Writing him a letter-okay wait ricky I think that’s a great idea, I think i can do that.” you gasp as you turn to him, enlightened by the idea that doesn’t deal with direct confrontation.

“Eh but how are you doing it? Are you going to mail it? You know it’s a hassle and the courier rates are hell here or do you plan on just handing it to him then running away like an idiot. ” Zhanghao asks and you realize you didn’t fully grasp the idea yet. Writing down your feelings through a letter was definitely easier but how were you going to execute it?

“Hyung don’t be too pessimistic, it’s not so bad of an idea.” Ricky defends.

“Okay well..aha! I’ll just give it to him in the cafe after his shift, or I’ll just ask hanbin to slip it in his bag since I’m pretty sure it’d be impossible to slip it in during class.”

“Hmm..actually yeah that’s possible..not bad of an idea.”

“I’m a genius! oh hey guys look at my drawing, what do you think?” You flaunt your poorly drawn portrait of your crush and ricky lets out a huge laugh while zhanghao sends you a mortified look.

“is that taerae?” zhanghao points to your drawing, which was quite literally obvious as you wrote his name in red at the side.

“Yeah..i tried to draw him from memory.” You scratch the back of your head, embarrassed.

“Well as a fine arts student, I can definitely say it’s a drawing. Very abstract!” You send ricky a glare and smack his arm as he lets out a laugh.

“you should be thankful I didn’t pursue arts, picasso’s definitely shitting his pants right now.” You jokingly remarked.

“But I truly can’t draw at all what the hell.”

“It’s good that you know.” Ricky jokingly insults and you shoot him a glare.

You rip that paper from the sketchbook, folding it neatly and putting it to the side.

You open a new page, taking a deep breath before writing away your feelings on the paper. But everytime you wrote, your inner perfectionist fought you, making you restart the letter multiple times.

There were multiple pieces of papers scattered around ricky’s table and you had been stressing over it for over an hour and a half before finally finding the perfect words to say.

eventually you got all worn out from using all your brain power for the past hour as you fell asleep on ricky’s desk.

“psst, y/n you need to go, it’s getting late. “ at around 8pm, zhanghao wakes you up. You were a little groggy but you made sure to stand up and grab the letter as you leave. There were way too many paper in the desk and you had only remembered seeing the paper right next to you, but there were two, you bring the one on the right, assuming it was the letter.

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you poured your heart out into the letter and made sure each and every word you said was heartfelt and true. you were about to pack the paper and you immediately hand it to hanbin upon arriving at the cafe in the morning. nervous yet also excited about sending taerae the letter.

and so, you wait for the next day to arrive.

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“Hey taerae check your belongings before you leave! Need to make sure you don’t leave anything in the cafe, closing up in a bit.“ hanbin yells from the stock room as he secretly grins to himself. taerae rummages through his backpack, thoroughly checking through his things.

He finds a piece of paper in the front pocket and curiously, of course he opens it. Taerae immediately held his hand to his mouth, shocked over what he saw.

…

You anxiously waited for taerae to come to class as you fiddled with your fingers, afraid of what taerae’s reaction to the letter would be.

You spot taerae coming in and he waves at you from afar. You felt a sense of relief as you see taerae still openly greeting you and going your direction to take the seat next to yours like always.

“Hey. ” Taerae sits down and all of a sudden his face was painted with a hint of worry. You mentally start panicking over what he was going to say. Is he going to reject me? Tell me to get lost? Why does he lowkey looks scared? you thought

Taerae goes to grab something from his bag and you gulp nervously. He takes out a piece of paper and passes it to you.

“Oh taerae…”

“Open it.” He says and your hands shake a little as you open up the folded piece of paper, your heart was beating fast and taerae looked down on his desk, his hands clasped together, he just looked really anxious.

You open it and your eyes widen in shock.

“Oh shit.”

“Right? Isn’t it terrifying?” He points at the paper, hesitant to look at it. It was the poorly drawn portrait of him that you made when you were at hao and ricky’s dorm.

How the hell would you mess this up? And then it hit you, you grabbed the first paper you sw at the desk, assuming what you grabbed would be the letter.

“it’s scary to me because just look at the drawing, are they trying to say something about my appearance? And my name’s in red on the bottom. I thought it was a litte gift but when you think about it, would someone really gift you something like this.” You felt an arrow shoot through your heart. Not only did he just diss your drawing skills but he quickly assumed that this drawing was sent from a secret hater?

“what if they’re just shitty at drawing, you know but they were trying to do a nice little gesture?”

“But the red name, the poor handwriting, it just really feels like a hate message.” You felt your spirit leave your body.

“I don’t know I feel like I have to be on the lookout now, I’m scared someone’s coming after me.”

“YOU SENT HIM THE DRAWING?” ricky bursts out laughing at your failed mail delivery attempt.

“No oh my god my stomach hurts so much I can’t handle it..and the fact he thinks it’s a hate message is so fucking funny.” Ricky held onto stomach from laughing so hard and you glare at him. It was certainly not helping the embarrassment your were experiencing at the moment.

“Okay stop laughing dumbass it’s not funny.”

“Oh it is, it really is..” You smack his arm to make him get a grip and ricky lets out a loud ‘Ow’.

“Now what the fuck am I gonna do! I’m doomed!”

“You can always try again, you know? Maybe next time double check what you’re going to send to make sure you don’t send the love of your life your cursed looking drawings.”

“who send what what now?” Junhyeon quickly plops a seat next to ricky.

“y/n just sent taerae a drawing of him and he..thought it was….a threat..” ricky tries to hold his laugh in between his words.

“makes sense your skills are the worse of the worse i feel like i lose ten years of my life when I see you do any sort of artwork.”

“Oh shut up! Why are you all just constantly after my ass.”

“Anyways did you actually try to confess to him by using a drawing? “ junhyeon asked, visibly confused.

“No no no! I was supposed to leave him a letter. The thing is in the morning, I went to the cafe in the morning with hao to hand hanbin the letter so he could sneak it in his bag. I think i handed him the wrong one..because I was holding on to both of the folded papers and I forgot which was which..”

“Typical y/n moment..” ricky says and you raise your fork at him.

“Yeah okay okay.” ricky raises his hands in the air to defend himself from you potentially striking at him with your fork.

“Guys what do I do..”

“Why don’t you just tell him directly?” Junhyeon asks..

“Last time, I slipped up and lied that I wanted to mee his roommate, knowing damn well I don’t care about his roommate at all.””

“So what were you actually trying to send?“

“Okay I got another idea this time!” Ricky raises his hand you furrow one of your eyebrows at him.

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ATTEMPT 2 : LEAVING THE LETTER AT THE LECTURE ROOM

“What time did hanbin say he was gonna come?”

“Hmm in like 30 minutes. He ends his shift at around 4.” Hao tells you. This time you were meant to leave the letter on his desk. Hanbin said he left his things in the lecture room and was going back after his shift to retrieve them.

you of course also made sure to double check to prevent the same mistake from happening again, it would be too much. You were positive that this time, nothing would go wrong and taerae would finally be able to read the words you’ve been meaning to relay.

“Shit shit shit! Guys I hear footsteps, I think it’s him!” Junhyeon yelled and panic immediately seeps into you.

“What? I thought his shift ends at 4, uh whatever guys hide!”

You and hao sneak under one of the tables at the back while junhyeon stood for awhile looking left and right, trying to figure out where to hide while he hears the footsteps getting louder and louder so he just hides behind the door, facing the corner, putting his black hoodie on.

Taerae walks into the room and hums a soft tune as he casually walks on his way onto his designated seat. He finds the paper on top and tilts his head to the side, surprised upon seeing a folded paper again. He scans the whole room with his sight before proceeding to slowly flip the fold.

The door abruptly closes as it emits an eerily creaking sound that echoed across the room. Taerae looks at its direction and notices a tall figure in a black hoodie at the corner of the room. His heart began to beat at an alarmingly fast rate.

“W-who are you?” He stutters out of fear as he slowly approaches the figure. The figure freezes into place, not moving an inch from its position.

“Were you here for me?” He slowly walks over and tries to gently approach the figure, he reaches out and tugs on the person’s arm and they suddenly turn around, instantly head butting taerae before he could take a look into their face, sending taerae into a fainting spell as he collapses onto the floor.

“Junhyeon what the fuck!” You and hao quickly rush over to the now, passed out, taerae laying on the floor.

“You shithead why did you headbutt him!”

“I didn’t want him to know it was me, okay! It was also a reflex i don’t know!”

“Yeah? Are you crazy!? He’s literally unconscious right now!!”

“But he’s not dead right?” Junhyeon slowly approaches his figure placing two fingers over his neck to check if he still had his pulse, he jumps but soon breathes a sigh of relief as he feels his pulse.

“Ah! Oh thank God.”

“Ugh whatever just bring to him the clinic.” Hao quickly goes to carry his left arm and you do the same on his other one.

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You sit beside taerae’s peaceful sleeping state, patiently waiting for him to wake up, around 30 minutes has passed and he has yet to wake up.

Hao left early since he still had other senior duties to attend to while junhyeon left out of guilt, refusing to face taerae after giving him a concussion from a headbutt he didn’t mean to cause. He loved taerae too much to face him after what happened today.

You waited by taerae’s side even taking a nap as you waited for him to wake up.

You sat by the bed, with the letter in your hand. You opened it and reread each and every word once again as you look at taerae at the same time. You let out a huge sigh. You felt hesitant once again in confessing to taerae. Perhaps being by his side was enough, right?

But the feelings would always be there and you wouldn’t want to fight it. You sit and stare at his features for awhile, finding yourself enamored by his looks.

“I don’t think you’ll ever forgive me taerae..”

“for what?” you jolted from your seat the moment you hear that deep voice. taerae slowly tries to sit himself up and he squints at you as he rubs his eyes.

“oh my god you’re finally awake.”

“What happened I was at the classroom and I just blacked out, how did you find me..” You panic a little, trying to scramble through your brain to think of a random excuse, surely you weren’t going to tell him you were there to drop a letter where you basically profess your feelings.

“Uh i just stopped by the classroom, I thought I left something in the room.”

“oh okay..did you see anyone else there? like a person with a black hoodie? I think someone hit me in the head.”

Taerae tries to recall the situation, his memory still a little foggy over what happened. He couldn’t quite remember how the person looked as everything just happened so quickly.

“Wait..what if it was the same person who sent me that drawing from before? How would they even know that I was coming back? Because the moment I entered the room, I felt this eerie atmosphere, like someone was waiting for me?” You mentally curse at yourself for pushing through this plan, how the hell were you going to tell him the truth?

“I feel like I have this sort of secret anti? I don’t know I’m kinda scared to be alone now.”

“If you don’t mind, can you walk with me home today? It’s embarrassing but i feel kinda scared to walk hom alone.” You eyes widened in shock but you quickly agree anyways. You just got an offer to spend some extra time with your crush. However a huge part of you felt guilty about what happened.

“I’m sorry I can’t I have to go somewhere. Uh I think i actually need to go right now.” You stood up and taerae looks at you softly, almost like his eyes were pleading for you to not go away.

“Okay I’ll just call your roommate to get you since I really can’t, it’s park hanbin right?”

“yeah, do you have his number? I think I left my belongings at the room I don’t have my phone right now.”

“Ah yes i do! Let me dial him.” You scroll through your contacts searching for his name, quickly dialing him.

“Hey y/n, what’s up!” Hanbin responds almost immediately, greeting you in a cheery tone.

“Hey, so taerae’s at the clinic right now, he got a concussion and sprained his ankle and he kinda can’t get to his dorm alone right now so can you come pick him up right now?”

“Alright I see..”

“Sorry it’s kinda hard to explain right now but taerae’s gonna fill you in on the details later.”

“It’s okay i know what happened, junhyeon told me..”

“Ah r-really, okay anyways just come and get him right now.” You quickly end the call hoping he doesn’t go on and run his mouth on what happened.

“just stay here and wait for hanbin I think I’ll have to go now.”

“Take care! see you in the cafe and next week!” Taerae flashes you his warm smile as he waves at you.

“You too taerae.” You smile back and take your leave..

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ATTEMPT HONESTLY CAN’T EVEN KEEP UP ANYMORE : FIGURING IT OUT AGAIN PART SOMETHING OR MAYBE NOT

You and your friends, ricky, junhyeon, zhanghao and sung hanbin and gunwook gathered in the same cafe once again.

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“So what’s your new plan?”

“Guys I really don’t know anymore.” You let your head hit the table, feeling so defeated at the moment after thinking about your two failed confession attempts.

“Guys what’s a foolproof way of me confessing where I don’t need to do it on the spot, or one that doesn’t have a chance of leaving him terrified him in any way.”

“Yeah he’s been taerae-fied too many times.” Junhyeon jokes. You roll your eyes at his poor attempt of making a taerae pun.

“The plans have been so terrible.” You sigh.

“Taeraeble you could say..” Ricky softly says while looking down as junhyeon giggled, trying to surpress his laugh.

“Ok I swear if you guys say another one.” You glare at the two.

“Hmm perhaps maybe.” Gunwook leads. After junhyeon blabbered to him about what happened he was also then informed of the fact that you had feelings for taerae too.

“actually never mind I don’t know I thought i was thinking for a moment but it blew away sorry.”

“Junhyeon why did you invite gunwook over too, he’s no help either.” Gunwook turns to you and fakes a loud gasp and you roll your eyes over his dramatic act.

“By the way um sorry to say this late but, taerae just quit his job here yesterday. He also said he’s transferring outside of the school.” Sung hanbin mentions.

“Yeah and he also said he’s transferring next semester, he’s actually moving out next friday.” Sung hanbin adds. Everyone else is shocked over the sudden news. Taerae leaving so suddenly was never in anyone’s bingo cards.

“No! I love taerae too much! Why am I only knowing now that my man is leaving.” Junhyeon dramatically fake cries.

“Oh shit. i just realized.”

“What?”Hao turns to you.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to see taerae much anymore, it’s our last class next week and we don’t talk much outside.”You recalled that the last day of your class with taerae was already next week because after that it would be finals then everything’s done. You weren’t sure if you were going to still be able to talk to taerae knowing how you usually only talked during class.

Maybe a part of you wished for those accidents to happen because deep inside, you were afraid about letting taerae find out about your feelings, afraid that he wouldn’t like you back and you’d lose the friendship you’ve built for a year.

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The last monday. the last class you were going to share with taerae ever.

“Hey y/n i want to tell you something.” You look in his direction. You were already had an idea on what he was going to say.

“I’m moving out next week and I quit my part time job at hanbin's cafe. Though maybe you’ve noticed and Hanbin might’ve already told you but yeah I just wanted to tell you.”

“Oh I guess we won’t be seeing each other much anymore..” You say and his eyes widened. He waves his hands and sends you a reassuring look.

“oh we won’t be seeing each other much anymore but I promise I’ll try to keep up with you! um my roommates wanted to throw a farewell party, honestly a little dramatic haha but I wanted to invite you and you friends over. It’s going to be a small one don’t worry.”

“Sure! I’d love to come, I’ll tell my friends too.”

“The last hurrah, you know. Also just so you know,, I genuinely enjoyed getting to know you this year, you were the best person I’ve met this year. I was so happy to have known you this year and I would have totally flunked this class because I might’ve have just ended up sleeping through every lecture haha.”

“Anyways I’ll see you at the party, yeah?” He points at you with that signature smile plastered on his face once again.

“Absolutely.” You smile back.

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“I can’t do this anymore! I’ve tried everything like EVERYTHING yet somehow everytime I can’t seem to tell him how I feel.” You cried as you took another shot of soju. Initially, you were alone at the convenience store wanting to buy alone a beer or two to let loose but here you were with almost two empty soju bottles.

“why didn’t a single thing go right..” you bury your face in your hands.

a thought pops into your head and liquid courage pushed you to now film a voicemail on your phone to taerae. now, you were quite wasted and couldn’t see shit but you still pushed yourself.

you drunkenly record yourself professing your love to him, addressing him as you. you laugh to yourself as you finished recording and finally hit the send button.

“maybe this can work ahehe.”

“Y/n?” You hear a young man call out your name. You look up and your vision was too blurry to make out the owner of the voice. it was very familiar and clear to you but you just couldn’t seem to lay a finger on who it could be.

“You!” You stood up from your seat, pointing at the unknown man with your eyes closed. He takes a step back at your sudden move, confused on what to do.

You try to open you eyes, trying to take a look but soon your vision darkens and you pass out. the night going on as a blur.

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your eyes flitter open and you feel your head ringing, a painful reminder of what happened last night. you wake up, confused as you look around, the surroundings being all too new.

since when did i have white sheets and a clean ass bedroom?

you slap yourself, trying to figure if it was a dream or not. but it wasn’t.

soon you hear a knock on the door on the far left and taerae enters, carrying a glass of tea and painkillers on a tray.

“oh you’re awake, anyways here take these for your hangover. finish the cup of tea and if your headache feels really unbearable, take a tylenol. anyways how are you feeling?” he hands the tray to you and he sits down by you.

“Honestly woke up with a terrible headache. Is this your place?I’m so sorry..” You ask.

“Yes but don’t worry about it, I saw you pass out last night and I didn’t want to leave you there.” he says and sends a reassuring smile your way. you felt your heart skip a beat for a second.

“anyways stay as long as you need! take care of yourself and rest. if you need water or anything, just call me! okay?” he says as he proceeds to leave the room.

you feel your phone vibrate next to you and you are shocked upon what you see when you receive a notification from park hanbin.

phanbin: let’s talk about this at the dorm party ;)

well, shit.

. Taerae invited the whole friend group (since he was friends with all of you too anyways) and the other dorm mates to come over. He requested it to not be so grand since he wanted it to be a simple farewell.

It was probably the last day you were ever going to see him and it kinda killed you inside knowing not a single attempt of your confessions worked and the words you’ve been trying to relay are going to be left unspoken. Other than that, you had also discovered that you had sent a voicemail to park hanbin, perhaps leading him on. You also couldn’t bear to see taerae after your past encounter. This day, you were definitely more than nervous to come.

You, ricky, sung hanbin and zhanghao decided to go the dorm together. When you arrive, you finally meet the other dormmates taerae had always talked about in his stories.

“Hi! I’m woongki, Nice to meet you. Come in.” The brown haired boy cheerfully greeted the four of you as soon as you guys came in as he lead you guys to sit on the couch. Another taller, black-haired boy goes next to him and introduces himself.

“Hey I’m seowon! Another roommate and woongki’s roommate.”

“I see, it makes so much sense that you’re roommates, you both are very smiley haha.” you say, seeing how cheery and friendly the two are in welcoming the both of you.

In the mean time, you got to chat with woongki and seowon. Park hanbin and taerae were still getting food and drinks.

From talking to them, you were also able to catch some stories and new facts about taerae. To your surprise, they reveal how he actually goes around the dorm wearing horrendous clothing pieces, wearing the same pair of red pants almost every day like it was the only pair of pants he owned. You also then learn about how taerae used to sing a lot in church growing up. His guitar was his pride and often, he would play and sing for them if ever anyone wanted him to. He could just sing on the spot if you asked him to.

The more you heard about him, the more endearing he was to you. It certainly didn’t help with making your feelings go away or having to deal with not seeing him anymore.

“Sorry we took long but we’re here!” Park hanbin and taerae finally arrived, with all their hands full with bags filled with snacks, chicken and beer.

For the night, you guys plan to play a few games then wrap up the night with a movie marathon afterwards.

The first game you guys decided to play was uno. It was fun, a lot of oohs and a lot of cheating with some players hiding specific cards. (yeah it was on junhyeon and ricky). Taerae on the other hand, often when he lost he’d go look over your cards and coach you, and despite taerae being the first one to lose almost all the time, he managed to make you win every time.

It was followed by a game of charades. It was even more chaotic than playing uno.

Then lastly, truth or dare.

The dares were pretty mild like for example, taking their shirt off for the whole game, having to eating a tablespoon of sugar or just doing a specific dance.

And for some reason, nobody chose truth because they were just pretty lame questions like did you ever fail a test? Or did you ever have your first kiss blablabla. the dares were more entertaining.

“Oooh y/n’s the chosen one!” Everyone cheered.

“So, what’s your choice, is it a truth or a dare?”

“I’ll choose truth.”

“Alright, let me think do you like anyone in the room?” Hanbin smirks, he was definitely planning on something.

“Of course I like everyone in the room, what are you implying.” You laugh with a hint of nervousness, trying to play off the question.

“No I mean, do you like like anyone, romantically?” He states, now you were sure park hanbin might have caught on and he defended knows.

“Be honest..”

You stop and take a small gulp as everyone’s eyes were all glued onto you in anticipation.

“Yeah..” you softly say and oohs were throwed. Your friends laugh and try to act all shocked as if they didn’t know you did and who it was.

“Woah really.” Park hanbin brings one of his hands to a mouth as he nods his head, seemingly not so shocked either.

“Who?”

“Come on it’s over it’s supposed to be one question.”

“We need to know!”

“Hanbin stop..they’re obviously not comfortable sharing especially in this setting so just stop.” Taerae sternly says making the whole room go silent.

“Well moving on then! Why don’t we start the movie marathon, yeah?” Everyone stands up from the ground and proceeds to lay on the couch. And chairs laying around.

You look in taerae’s direction and he gives you a small smile.

Buzz. Your phone rang.

You look over and recieve a text from park hanbin, asking you to meet up at his bedroom to discuss something. He looks at you and directs to go up with his eyes.

You roll your eyes but you get up anyways as you go upstairs, hanbin following along.

Taerae notices the two of you sneaking upstairs. He was curious about what you two were up to.

“Aw man there’s no more popcorn.” Junhyeon complains, his voice snapping taerae from his thoughts.

“Okay what now?”

“i know about it.”

“About how you feel.”

“About what?” You furrow one of your eyebrows as hanbin takes a pause, his lips pursed as he looks at the ground.

“I know you like me.” You pause there for a moment, your brain trying to function as for this time you had misled the wrong boy into thinking that you like him.

“Oh uh about it..”

“It’s fine you don’t have to deny it but y/n I’m sorry I don’t like you in that way though but you know maybe I could give you a chance and get to know you more first?” He shyly takes a step closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.

“Uh Hanbin.” You freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do or what to say.

“It’s not- like I don-“

“It’s okay you don’t have to deny it, look I acknowledge your feelin-“ He moves his face closer to yours to look into your eyes.

All of a sudden the door next to the two of you creaks open, revealing taerae standing there with his mouth wide open.

“Sorry to interrupt you guys but uh I just wanted to say I’m going to sleep now since I’m leaving early tomorrow.” Taerae awkwardly smiles and takes his leaves. You panic, assuming he probably overheard most of the conversation which might have misled him to thinking you actually had a crush on park hanbin.

You mentally curse at yourself as you watch taerae turn his back and turn away.

“Now going back..”

You quickly shut the door, take a deep breath and take a hold of hanbin’s shoulders. Well you hd to clear it up, it’s now or never.

“I don’t like you. I don’t have any feelings for you. I am not interested at you.” You look up at him and gave him a straight face. He tilts his head, knitting his eyebrows in confusion.

“Huh?Then why did you send me that voicemail?”

“Man this is so embarrassing.”You look at the ground in shame, not wanting to open the conversation over the embarrassing voicemail.

“I accidentally sent it to you..it was meant for someone else.” You facepalm.

“I was drunk and I wasn’t thinking clearly! It was really stupid of me. I just sent it to you thinking it was..someone else plus I was drunk! I my vision was all blurry too i’m sorry.” You continued, Hanbin lets out an oh as he scratches his head, embarrassed and confused.

“Wait then who was it for?”

“About that..”

“Tell me who? Who is it?” He whines as he playfully pokes your arm, curious as to who the lucky boy may be. You certainly didn’t want to tell the boy knowing he was taerae’s best friend and he might blabber about it to him.

“Secret.”

“Awwww come on….wait..Ha! Nevermind don’t tell me I know.” Hanbin lets out a light laugh, taking a step closer to you.

“Your crush on taerae is so painfully obvious.”he whispered. You freeze on the spot. He takes a step back and continues giggling to himself.

“I mean I could feel it before but I pushed it off because I thought you liked me..but it all makes more sense now. you, see taerae at the cafe everyday, you light up when he talks to you, you always stare at him, can you also not make that obvious? And lastly I can easily sense that the way you act around him is very different from everyone else.”

“Like you are in love with him.” He crosses his arms and he knew he was right.

“Pfft no.”

“Oh yeah you are.”

“But he’s moving away anyways so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Aw sorry about that..”

“And from what happened earlier..he probably thinks I like you.”

“I’m so sorry about that, you know what, I’ll clear it up to him-“

“No you don’t have to, he’s leaving and I don’t want to cause anything. and it’s my fault really! I was the one who carelessly sent that voicemail, I’m sorry for leading you on too. So anyways, I think I might just go leave now.” You flash hanbin a smile to reassure him before leaving. Hanbin grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“I’m also sorry about earlier too by the way, y/n. Honestly-“

“Hanbin I’m sorry for cutting you off again but honestly I think I need to go now. I just don’t want taerae to know, and I’m not sure if we’ll keep up when he leaves so I iust hope we stay as friends, so we don’t leave at an awkward note. Anyways thank you and sorry hanbin but I gotta go now.” He loosens his grip on your wrist and pats your shoulder.

“Take care.”

Here you are, in the comfort of hanbin’s care sipping on a glass of iced coffee, staring out the window. Last night, you left the party early and you weren’t able to bid taerae a proper goodbye in person.

you open your phone, and stare at you text messages with taerae, contemplating on whether you wanted to write him a long goodbye message or to simply tell him good luck and take care.

“for how long are you going to stare at your phone.” hanbin gets you from your out-of-zone state.

“hanbin, I don’t know how to say goodbye. honestly I feel miserable. I hate that he’s leaving and I wasn’t even able to tell him how I feel.” you bury your face into yoir hands. hanbin takes the seat next to you and rubs your back. the boy you loved was leaving and he never even got the chance to know how you truly felt.

as if the heavens heard your cries, you felt your phone vibrate and you received a notification of a text message from park hanbin.

phanbin: y/n go run to taerae right now. he’s leaving soon but hey, you deserve to be able to tell him how you feel properly and now may be the perfect time. I also cleared up everything that happened last night lol so dw. anyways do this text me back and go run to him NOWWW!!!!!! he’s still in front of our dorm <3

You look at hanbun and he gives you a reassuring nod as an approval.

“Go now!!!” he yells good luck to you as you proceed to rush out of the cafe, running towards the direction of his dorm. You ran and ran, your feet moving at a full speed like you were at a marathon. a rush of adrenaline filled you and this time, you were motivated than ever to tell him how you truly feel.

you were just one block away from the dorm and soon, you spot a car parked in front of the dorm with a handful of boxes outside. you proceed to go there but you couldn’t see taerae around. you’re not too late, his boxes are here so he’s somewhere.

you take a deep breath first, resting your hands on your knees first from all the running. you forgot that you weren’t an athlete and your lack of exercise was getting right back at you.

you receive another text mess from park hanbin.

park hanbin:I I’m sorry i know you’re probably sprinting right now but he’s at the convenience store so you might have to do a little more running. his dumbass forgot to buy a few things. anyways good luck y/n! you got this.” he sends you a thumbs up emoji.

you run and run again and you curse under your breath, realizing how far the convenience store is. your legs were slowly getting wobbly and you onew your lack of physical activity was bound to get you someday but you hoped it wouldn’t be right now.

you just stop running and start walking instead. as you near the store, you spot the brown-haired young man outside, sitting on a table outside with his back facing you.

you take a deep breath before tapping his shoulder. he turns around and you thank the heavens that there was no plot twist of this being a non-taerae or else you were going to absolutely throw a fit.

“hey taerae! I needed to tell you something before you go and I wanted to give you a proper goodbye in person since I wasn’t able to last night.” you say and the boy stands up, flashing you a grin as he had gimbap in his mouth. he raises his hand and you were a little confused as to what he meant by that.

“should I say what I need to say or wait for you to finish?” he swallows his food down before speaking up.

“ok sorry you can go on now.” he lightly chuckles and you laugh a little.

you take a huge gulp, taking a look at the ground before looking straight at him right in the eye. he eagerly listens, giving you a reassuring look. it’s finally happening.

“taerae I have been dying to tell you this for a long time now honestly and although I don’t think now is the perfect time, I just wanted to get this off my chest before you go cause I know I would regret it if I didn’t tell you sooner.” you take a pause and he gives you another nod, a way of telling you he was still listening.

so here it goes.

“I li-“

you were soon cut off by the sound of the door opening as a man calls out to taerae“taerae hyung! Did you kn- y/n?” you look behind you and you spot junhyeon, holding a full meal of burgers and fries and a cup of come on a tray in his hands.

“junhyeon what the hell are you doing here?”

“I was helping taerae moving out then he went here to buy things then we just decided to eat here.” he says, standing there, a little confused. he quickly scans the situation between you and then it finally hit him.

“ah I believe I interrupted something here, sorry I will just eat inside.”

the boy quickly rushes back inside.

you turn to taerae again. “anyways, sorry for the little commotion there. anyways as I was saying, taerae-junhyeon what the actual fuck sit somewhere else.” junhyeon sat in front of the window directly facing the both of you. you motion to the boy to move the other way and he rolls his eyes before taking a seat somewhere else.

“oh god I hope it’s the last of him. I swear if anything goes wrong again-“

all of the sudden, the rain decides to twist the odds and rain on your parade. you grab taerae’s hand, about to take him inside but he firmly holds onto your hand, telling you to stay.

“taerae it’s raining, you’ll get sick, we have to get in i’ll just tell you inside.”

“no tell me right here, right now. you have been wanting to tell me for a long time and I know you want to say it already.” you felt a hint of seriousness in his tone.

“are you serious?well fine It’s so weird to say it right now but okay..taerae, i..” He nods, the words starting to get hesitant to leave your mouth. you take a deep breath and you finally mustered up the courage.

“taerae I like you. no, actually I’m in love with you. It’s embarrassing but It’s true and I can’t fight it anymore. I loved getting to know you and from the moment i first laid my eyes on you and heard your sweet voice back in that open mic, I fell in love. I was so lucky to be able to get to know you more too. you are the sweetest, kindest and most wonderful person I’ve ever met. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I just want to say that I love and appreciate every moment I got to spend with you in the past year..it was so lovely to have known you taerae.” unexpectedly he lets out a light laugh, his big signature smile painted on his face. he gently takes both of your hands in his.

“I love you too, y/n. in fact, I’ve always known.” you felt like your ears betrayed you at the last part. what does he mean he always knew?

“back at the clinic, I saw the letter next to you while you slept. it had the words ‘to taerae’ written on it so I just opened it. I read each and every word you wrote and took it to heart. I was so happy to know you felt the same..but when you woke up, you hid the letter and I iust felt that you were still not ready to tell me so I didn’t open a convo about it. hanbin told me about everything and cleared everything up, actually both hanbins did, sung and park haha.” you both laugh.

“well..what now? you’re leaving now so what will be then? we’ll barely see each other now that we’re not in the same uni.”

“actually about that, I’m still in the same uni, I’m only moving dorms..”

“what?” the whole dramatic mood you had turned upside down. you playfully smack taerae’s arm, bursting into tears. he didn’t expect to see you cry but he just laughs and brings you into a hug.

“I forgot to specify to you guys that I was not transferring schools and only dorms and that just made me realize why everyone was dramatic with everything. please don’t cry..”

“that’s really mean taerae, I was actually so upset that you were leaving so I was miserable for nothing.” your bury your face into his chest, pulling him tighter and taerae began to laugh.

he slowly lets go and cups your face, breaking into a smile and you feel the whole world brighten as you look into his eyes again. he stares at your lips and your faces inch closer together.

“may I?” he asks and you nod your head before he gently brings your face closer to his with his finger and his arms snake around your waist. you felt the whole world stop as you melt into his touch. your lips seemingly shaped for one another.

slowly, he pulls away and breaks into a huge smile.

“finally! I’ve been waiting for this one.” you hear junhyeon’s screams from inside the store and you simply roll your eyes back at him, you and taerae laughing over his reaction.

you turn to look back at taerae.

“I really love you and I’m glad you’re finally mine.” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face close enough for you noses to touch.

and finally, the odds were in your favor.

a/n and you reached the end! hope you enjoyed reading it. this has been sitting in my drafts for a month, but missing taerae and the new kcon behind drove me to finish this story! I also have a love-hate relationship with this which is why it took pretty long to write HAIAHSHSB sorry for some mistakes in the capatalization of names and grammar that I may have overlooked. But anyways feel free to leave feedback! I would love to hear your honest thoughts on this :>>>

[artemfication]

“MC goes Buzzfeed Unsolved with the demon brothers while fucking with the entire human realm internet!” Part 1

CW: swearing. Lots of swearing, mentions of death/murder, all the typical stuff related to summoning entities, haunted places, live streaming, not proof read.

MC goes ghost hunting in the human realm

“What’s up everyone, it’s…around five in the afternoon, I just arrived at this abandoned school, which is said to be haunted by the students who were murdered by the janitor if they stayed too late. I heard about it from some people who went here before and so, I decided to check for myself! I got my ghost communicator with me, my camera, extra batteries and my camping gear, so we’re going to spend the night and see what happens!” MC turns the camera to the view ahead of them as they approach the school and takes some nice shots from the building as a whole. They decided to make it a live video instead of an edited one so all the raw footage would be there for everyone to see. It’s quite misty already as it’s fall, dead leaves scattered across the ground and the enormous trees stand leafless on the side of the concrete school walls. Once MC reaches the door, they slowly push it open, triggering the creaking sound. The chat is going crazy with anticipation and are asking them to explore the school.

“You guys ready to set up camp to spend the night?”

Chat enthusiastically tells them they’re all ready, before MC starts putting all of their stuff behind the secretary desk next to the school’s entrance.

“”Why do you always go by yourself?” I don’t really have a reason for that to be honest. Perhaps it’s because I don’t get scared easily? Hmm…I’m not even so sure myself. But the thrill of doing all this alone it probably what makes it worth doing these kind of livestreams!”

“Oi MC, is there really no way ya can just spend the holidays in Devildom?”

“I would have loved to, but I got to make the content too y’know. Don’t worry I’ll be back before you know it! In the mean time, why don’t you study up on the place I’m camping at? You gotta make it all believable for the humans to get a good scare.”

“I gotta say, you’re videos are way better than the series “I died while saving a cat from an incoming train and now I’m the guardian angel of a ghost hunter, but he believes I am an actual ghost so now I have to do ghosty things”, I can’t wait to see how your next video is going to turn out.”

“MC, don’t forget the promise about the food…”

“No worries Beel, I got you! When I travel back, I’ll make sure to pick up some additional fast food on the way.”

Looking back on their time in Devildom, they smile as they remember how the seven brothers and the Purgatory crew always tried to stall them from leaving. Making many promises to ensure their return and trying to become their favorite.

“Hmm…does the building still have electricity?” They mumble in wonder and plug in the charger of one of the battery chargers. A faint buzz can be heard, but surprisingly the building does have electricity.

“Oh right, I heard that in one of the classrooms a student got killed, there was said to be a drawing of a pentagram of some sort. I’m not sure if it was done by students themselves, as this building has been visited by other people or if some mad ass cult tried to summon Caspar the friendly ghost. But hey, if we can make use of that, why not try it out?”

To the rest of the human world, MC might be the craziest person in existence. Why would you giggle and bat your lashes in front of a possible demon, while filming with some tiny 4K camera for a living?

Chat is losing it and trying to predict any possible outcomes, some saying it’s a hoax while others try not to claim any evil energy.

MC is casually looking around the empty hallways that echo their footsteps as they proceed deeper inside the enormous building which was once a boarding school.

A sudden bonk makes MC jump and they look around to find any movement or clue about the source of the sound. When there is nothing but silence, they start discussing with chat what it could’ve possibly been. Some suggest something breaking, like a part of the vent, or perhaps something that fell from the wall. Some say it could just be a window or door slamming shut.

“A-alright, how about we go back to camp, eat something and perhaps I could tell you a fun story about the underworld, hmm?” MC won’t lie and say that was an unexpectedly scary moment, even for them.

“Y’know how I filmed with this other ghostuber a while back? I recently spoke to him again and he told me he completely stopped with the ghosthunting videos. He was way too freaked out when he went with me, holding his holy watergun and saying prayers. I guess encountering an actual demon was a but too much for him…do you think it was because I challenged the demon to take my soul? Mmh…? “Didn’t you sell your soul to capitalism?” Fuck you’re right, my poor wallet and my back, why must I suffer like this while I’m still so young!? Let’s not talk about the fucking minimum wage and the damn prices of homes! I’m sorry god, I said damn, won’t happen again, oh wait fuck I just said it the second time, nevermind…” the sudden sound of a door closing makes MC jump a little and they fall silent instantly, turning off their light and looking over their shoulder as they try to catch another sound to identify the presence of another person. The bang echoes through the building.

“God if that was you, I deserved that.” MC whispers, mentally apologizing to Simeon and Luke for provoking their lord, while chat is kekeing in the comments. They absolutely love to see their favorite ghoststreamer suffer. MC once tripped over absolutely nothing and the day after, people had made memes of them falling, spreading them all over the internet. Even the demon brothers got ahold of them and frequently use them in their groupchat. Mammon tried capitalizing on the meme, but failed as they were already everywhere. Took MC a week to get him out of his sulky mood about lost Grimm. But some cuddles made it better.

“Okay so this is the point where we start whispering, y’know…because now that it’s dark, there’s a big chance entities will start becoming active through the soul of those murdered students…” MC gulps quietly as they silence themselves to catch any sound. It is deadly quiet for a few moments until MC hears the faint sound of footsteps. They continue for a while and they dare to guess it comes from the stairway.

“Fuck…I think those were actual footsteps…it might be the ghost of the janitor…looking for anyone who is still up past curfew…” quickly turning off the light, they sneak a peek around the corner of the frontdesk, but they are met by an empty hallway with lockers on the side as usual. The sound has faded and it is as quiet as it was before.

“Shit, shit, shit, okay…we need to find a way to not run into the janitor…if it is the actual ghost. I have no idea how we’re going to be able to identify him, but I do know that the janitor’s room is on the second floor….”

“Ah there you are!”

Part 2

[magici-if]

How do the ROs act around an MC who's just really shy romantically during the pining stage 😔😔?

(I can imagine that sort of MC trying to pursue Evander and then failing miserably because no courting experience)

damn u got evander spot on :( poor MC would just be pining after him and he wouldn't even notice 💔

heres everyones reaction (assuming the ROs also like MC) !

Martin would initially be glad MC is shy, 'cause it'd be easier for him to pretend he isn't totally into MC. With a flirty MC he'd have no chance at hiding it, he'd be trying so hard all the time to grunt or not smile at MC's comments, that he'd start avoiding them. But with shy MC, he can't even pretend to be annoyed at them, he'd just become even shyer in return. Martin and MC would just bounce off each other's awkwardness and their conversations would be reduced to a mess of "What-" "Uh-", usually ended by Martin grunting "Uhh gotta go."

Demetra always makes fun of Evander for being oblivious in love but she's the same really, specifically only when she's involved. As in, even Evander would probably be able to tell she likes MC, but she couldn't. So, with a shy MC, she'd be very endeared and either tease them to see their reactions, or do things for them to see them smile for her or get flustered. She'd just start doing anything to get reactions out of shy MC, her favourites would be whispered thank yous, awkward attempts at making conversation and smiles. She usually automatically flirts with people she's attracted to, so with shy MC it would be that except multiplied a 1000 times 'cause, according to her,

"I just think it's funny to see their reactions."

but in reality she'd get mushy all over and couldn't help but grin when she'd set her eyes on MC, though quick at hiding it.

Evander wouldn't notice MC likes them, like at all. He'd immediately think MC hates him LMAO; and that they're different around him because of that. They'd still have a soft spot for MC, but be totally clueless that it's 'cause they like MC. Evander would still like MC but no one, and I mean no one, would know, (yes not even him). Evander and Demetra get actually very close during the story, so she'd probably notice and sit down to have a conversation with Van about his feelings.

"You do realise that's literally what liking someone is like, right?"

"Oh."

And only there and then would Evander notice. Dem would also be the one to tell him about MC's feelings, 'cause those two poor souls would never end up together otherwise.

Harley would notice MC is shyer around her and first of all be completely smitten 'cause that means maybe MC likes her back after all? Then she'd just do anything in her power to get them to feel more comfortable around her. In general she'd assume MC's shyness around hers stems from not a lot of experience or low confidence on their part, so she'd try to affirm MC often. She would also subconsciously be a little quieter around MC in fear of annoying (scaring) them by being too loud or straightforward. She'd also just blush a lot around them.

Echo would definitely be happy MC is shy, she'd be emboldened and endeared by MC's personality around her. She'd try to be a little more talkative around MC and take on the responsibility of taking the first step, trying to get MC little presents such as flowers or new pens/notebooks for the Academy. She'd also just be so happy to see MC get awkward or blush around her, 'cause it's always been the other way around for her, so she'd take it as a little win. She'd also find the courage to ask Harley for tips 'cause according to Echo, anxiety fears her and she's the queen of talking to people.

Dominic would be slightly relieved MC isn't very straightforward because of the interesting nature of their relationship. It would be a lil hard for him to improve his relationship with MC because deep down he thinks their relationship won't and can't go anywhere; so a shy MC will have a harder time with that opposed to an MC who'll just follow him everywhere and constantly flirt. At the same time he'd want to spend time with MC but he'd have a hard time trying to keep their relationship hidden and/or appropriate to their roles in the show. He'd do something he shouldn't be doing, like touch MC's hand, and then he'd berate himself for it and promise himself he won't don't it again, just to soon fall in the same trap.

[macabre-mangled]

angsty morpheus not knowing what to do with himself and suffering greatly because his soulmate (the MC) is back in the dreaming and doesn’t know where he is 👀👌🏽

Oui mon Cherie

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Morpheus/Dream x reader

Warnings: canon typical violence and innuendos, nightmares, mention of Corinthian

Summary: Morpheus is in the waking while his lover is in the dreaming

A/N: I’m not much for angst so I’m sorry if it’s not great

I have been stuck in the dreaming for awhile . Unable to find my boyfriend. Or as he prefers me to call him; my beloved. I guess if you live for millennia you’re prone to being more proper. Due to me trying to find my boyfriend after he just returned home Ik in the dreaming. I figured he’d be here but apparently he’s not home. My heart aches. I’m a mere mortal but he’s my vice. My love unyielding. He knows this. I can’t bare without him any longer but it seems I must.

A week. A goddamn week. That’s how long it’s been. I’m barely holding on despite Lucienne’s nest efforts. Bless her. “You need to eat, you’re mortal. You need it to function.” Said woman laments. “Yeah I know but-“ I didn’t get to finish my sentence before lucienne shoved bread in my mouth . “Stubborn human.” I could hear her mumble. Morpheus was my reason to keep going she must understand that. It’s not like he’s dead since he can’t really die. It’s the premise of him being away. She’s right though. I gotta get up.

I step into the shower letting the stream of hot water hit my body. I sigh in relief. I forgot how good it feels to be clean. It unfortunately doesn’t stop the scorching ache in my heart. The pain slowly prying into it every waking moment. Well maybe waking wasn’t the right word. That’s where he is. We’d been together a month after he escaped from his prison and then he places me here in the palace for my own “safety”. As if I haven’t been living in the waking for years. I’m used to it’s nightmares unfortunately. He knows what I’ve been through. Sometimes humans are the true nightmares. Corinthian does creep me out a bit though. I shudder thinking about his eyes. If you could call them that.

As I step out of the shower I hear what seems to be hushed voices. Your words echo here. It’s hard not to hear someone’s conversation. I suppose it’s a good thing. Well for most things…I step forward towards the library where I intend to pass time by reading. Upon my arrival I pick up one of my favorites. I’m surprised dream has any human authors but I suppose the Odyssey is a classic everywhere. It does take the metaphorical edge off. Myths aren’t necessarily myths as I’ve come to find out. It gets my gears turning. I spot Merv heading into the library out of the corner of my eye. “Oh! Done wallowing?” His tone had an edge to it I’ve come to recognize as tough love. “Yes Merv, at least for now”

I seemed to lose track of time reading because before long lucienne bursts in. “YOUR HIGHNESS IS BACK.” I shot up from my seat and dashed down the hall. As soon as o reached the throne room I was met with a firm chest pulling me in closer. I immediately knew it was Morpheus but his intake of breath and the nuzzling into my neck. Sometimes I truly think his tendencies are like a territorial Tom cat. I’m not complaining though. He practically purred as he almost scented me. “I missed you so much my darling. You have no idea. I almost exploded.” He whispered, his tone wavering at the end, his emotions betraying him. “Look at me, the lord of dreams breaking down for a mere mortal.” He chuckled. I just leaned more into his touch and caressed my cheeks. “I’d move the stars for you my love. Only you.” And I knew he meant it.

[ilysia]

Happy Birthday, MC | Brothers x reader|

summary: it’s mc’s birthday but no one notices.

FYI: THIS IS A REPLACED MC AU ONESHOT IDEA! 

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A/N: trying to make this really painful for everyone HAHAH. Also, I’m thinking of making some fluff since I’m really milking the angst genre. I won’t post that often anymore, since I struggle to come up with angst plots haha. also my writing skills are a bit rusty since i haven’t written since last month. 

warnings: pure angst, being replaced, no happy ending. 

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                    Playing No surprises by Radiohead (slowed,reverb)

You feel excited as the alarm rings in your ears. You smile as you prepare yourself for the day. You glance at the calendar, seeing if you are wrong. You are not. Today is your birthday. You told everyone last week that it will be your birthday today, but it seems as if they couldn’t care less. You shake your head, they were probably thinking of how to surprise you, right? As you open the door, you hear the new exchange students voice. You heard her say “my birthday” and “today.” You feel your heart ache as you see Satan smile and ask her questions. You probably misheard it, right?...right. You walk down the stairs as the new student glares at you. You muster up a smile. “Good morning, Satan, s/n (student’s name)” She looked away, puffing her chest. She grabbed Satan’s hand and walked away. Your smile faltered as you look down. It seems Satan was busy. You walked towards Lucifer’s room, knocking on the crisp old door. You walked in as Lucifer looked towards you. “How may I help you, MC.” He said in a firm tone. “I was wondering if you were busy today?” He sighs. “I’m sorry, but we’re preparing for s/n’s birthday. She is quite important towards us and we would like to prioritize her birthday more than anything right now. Maybe next month we can. “ Your heart cracked as you still try to smile, your mouth quivering. “Yeah.....yeah we can.” You try your best not to cry as you slowly leave the room. You continued to ask each of them, but to no avail. 

“Sorry MC! Me and S/N gotta buy the new video anime game! Maybe next week?”

“Sorry MC darling, but me and S/N will do a spa day since it’s her birthday.”

“I apologize MC, but me and S/N have bought tickets to Hell’s Kitchen”

“M’sorry, MC. Me and S/N needa go to the casino! She’s my lucky charm.”

‘”I’m supposed to tag along with S/N later. I’ll probably sleep through the entire way through.” 

 As you saw all of them leave the house with her, tears fell. One by one. It hurts. You were the one who fixed this family. And yet it’s as if they treated her like she was the one who did all that. You go back to your room, your light footsteps echoing the empty halls. You cried, soft whimpers coiling your throat. You cried until your throat hurt.  You glanced at the cake you bought. You unraveled the box as you grabbed the party hat and lit the candles. You set the chiffon cake on the floor and you sat down. Its decorations were beautiful. Edible pearls and ornaments were adorned as the flames lit up the darkly lit room.  You let out a half-hearted smile as  more of the salty fluid went down your cheeks. You blew out the candle and it all went dark. 

“Happy birthday to me.”

A/N: I more or less hurt myself mentally writing this. Happy birthday to anyone reading this (even if it’s not your day).  

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Accidental NYE Kiss Chapter 5 - Secrets

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x Ella

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Song inspiration: Secrets by One Republic

A/N: This is the continuation of my little drabble from NYE that @bbrandy2002 requested where Ella drunkenly kisses Leo…eeeeep!

Catch up here if you haven’t read it.

Big thank you to my amazing snippet readers @burnsoslow and @ao719 - always catching little details that my mind overlooks.

Warnings: Adult language; maybe some angst

Words: 1131

Drake made his way to Liam’s quarters and was about to knock on the door when he noticed it was slightly ajar. Suddenly, he heard a loud crash and noises from inside and he quickly let himself in. “Liam?”

The noises stopped. “In here,” Liam croaked out. He sounds like he’s in his bedroom. Drake stopped at the door to Liam’s room and his eyes went wide. A bedside table was on its side and indented on its corner, laying very, very far from where it was originally. The lamp that was on that bedside table was on the opposite side of the room and shattered. The vase of orchids that Liam had bought Ella was broken and in a heap by the door where Drake was standing. He took in the room, then his eyes landed on Liam. His head was hung, hands on his hips, his right hand was bleeding, and he was breathless from apparently punching a hole into the wall. Several holes actually.

Drake apprehensively stepped forward. “Um, Liam … what the hell is going on?”

Liam’s head snapped up and his eyes bore into Drake’s. “You know what the hell is going on Drake!”

“Okay. Leo had no idea who she was. Brooks was drunk off her ass. She doesn’t remember a damn thing that happened, Li! Was it wrong? Yeah, it fucking was. But there’s gotta be something else bothering you for you to be all … Hulk smash,” as he waved his hands around the room. Liam gave him a questioning look. Drake shook his head. “Never mind. Just … what’s going on?”

“What you’re asking me is ‘why did you punch Leo’ right?”

Drake didn’t answer, he just arched his brow and waited.

Liam paced the room, ran the hand that wasn’t bleeding through his hair, wishing he had his glass of scotch but it shattered when he threw it … somewhere. “I just … Leo always got the girl. Always. Even if it was my girl. Every girl I was interested in just wanted to date me to get to my brother,” he paused to look at Drake, who just nodded at him to continue.

“He always got to do whatever he wanted. Then he abdicated and guess who got chained to the damn crown? Me.” His finger pointed at his chest. “So when I had that fucking social season that I didn’t want, I actually found someone that … I love. Someone that loved me back.” He let out a frustrated breath and threw his hands in the air. “I thought I finally got what I always wanted! After years of Leo galavanting all over the place and getting everything he wanted, I thought it was my fucking turn. But, of course, whatever Leo wants, Leo gets. Like my fiancé.”

“Ex fiancé.”

Liam turned his head to look at Drake. “Ex fiancé,” he echoed slowly and looked down at the ground.

“She collapsed as soon as you walked out,” Drake said softly. Liam’s eyes slightly widened. “I know you didn’t really want to end your relationship with her, you’re just pissed off. You love her. And she loves you, you know that. It’s a constant.”

“Do I?”

Drake huffed loudly. “Yeah, you fucking do, Liam!” He took a breath and let it out slowly. “You’re pissed at Leo … for more than what happened last night. I get it. Go and settle that with him and then fix things with the woman you love,” he raised his voice again with those last two words. “Get your head out of your ass, Li!” Drake stomped off, then Liam heard him close the front door to his quarters.

Liam took a look around the room, then sat on the edge of the bed where he could still smell Ella’s coconut scent on the comforter. What have I done?

**

An hour later, Ella had calmed down a bit and was finally sitting up and talking to Maxwell without crying. Drake had walked in earlier to check on her, but she still hadn’t calmed down, so he went to the kitchen to find some food. Max sat next to Ella one the sofa, rubbing her back and trying to coax her into getting up to get something to eat.

“Come on, let’s go grab something from the kitchen, or cronuts or something.”

She looked down at her hand where her engagement ring gleamed under the sunlight through the large windows. Ella stood slowly, still staring at her left hand, and slid off the ring.

“What are you doing?”

She looked down at Maxwell. “He ended our engagement, Max. I’m giving him back his ring,” she whispered. She strode to Liam’s large desk and placed the ring on top of some paperwork.

Ella turned to face Maxwell. “Let’s go. I want to leave.”

He stood quickly. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere. Take me anywhere. Just … I want to be away from here.”

Maxwell nodded. “Alright, let me call Drake and have him meet us outside.” The pair walked out of the study and through the palace front doors where Drake’s truck was parked. A few moments later, Drake appeared with a sandwich he made in the kitchen.

“Where are we going?”

“Ella said anywhere.”

“Don’t you think … maybe you should wait here, Brooks? Liam might b-”

“No!” She practically shouted. Drake and Max flinched in surprise. “I-I’m sorry. But no. I don’t want to be here. Take me to get cronuts or to Ramsford.”

“What about your clothes? All your stuff?”

“There’s a boutique at the estate. I’ll be fine.”

The men shared a look, then all three piled into Drake’s truck and drove off.

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After icing his face for a good 20 minutes and cleaning off his bloodied knuckles while in the shower, Liam made his way to the other end of the palace to Leo’s quarters. He hadn’t thought about what he would say, or if Leo was still pissed off … or if they were going to start punching each other again. Liam grimaced. I can’t do another round of that right now. He could feel the left side of his face throbbing where Leo hit him.

Finally, he arrived at Leo’s door where two guards stood right outside. Liam waved for them to move and one knocked on the door for him. A few moments later, Leo appeared wearing sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. The two men stared at each other for a moment before Leo stepped aside to let Liam in.

Liam walked passed his brother and stopped in the living area. He took in the room, noting that it looked like Leo was packing, then his eyes lifted to meet his brother’s. They had another staring contest, trying to figure out if the other person was still pissed.

Leo finally broke the silence. “We gotta talk, Liam.”

“Yeah. We do.”

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Apparently Hogwarts Legacy will let you be evil/go on a darker path but only if you’re a Slytherin for some reason? I don’t know if the Slytherin bit is true for sure, that’s just what I’ve been hearing tho. But if it is true then it’s kinda cool that they’ll let players choose what kind of morals their characters have but if it’s only for Slytherin MCs then that’s pretty lame. Why do they only get the choice but players with MCs in other houses apparently don’t?

You-

You gotta be kidding me.

Welp, you heard it here first. Playing Slytherin gives you a genuine advantage of over playing any other House. And by that I mean, the full in-game system is only available if you play Slytherin. What the hell is this nonsense...I can only hope this is a false rumor, or, barring that, modders get to work with adding an update that lets characters of any House choose the dark side as well. And if the devs are reading this, it's not too late fix this if it's real!

But beyond how limiting this would be in the actual game...I really just don't like what this is implying about the wizarding world at all? I thought...I kinda thought we were past this? Y'know, I'm someone who has never really gotten on board with the idea that "Rowling hates Slytherins" because, like, I understand that the isolation of Slytherin House was part of the point of their story, so giving them "better" representation within the original seven books wouldn't work, as their story wouldn't make as much sense.

But this isn't an adaptation of the books. (Even if it were, it's a damn video game, the option to go dark side should be available to players of all houses.) This is a different era altogether. Yes, I know that Slytherin has always been the House that dangles closest to the Dark Side, even after the Voldemort Wars, but this is like taking Hagrid's line from Philosopher's Stone about how "There's not a witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin" as gospel. And frankly, that line was always senseless and prejudiced, since Harry's own parents were betrayed by a Gryffindor Death Eater.

This is just a very immature take on the Hogwarts Houses. None of them are automatically good or evil. None of the traits prized by the Four Founders are evil, not inherently. The Houses are all collectives of people (of children, no less) who are constantly gaining and losing members as people arrive and graduate. What is this, Deathly Hallows Part 2, where we shove all of them in the dungeons? (I have never forgiven the films for that, least of all for having McGonagall be the one to call for it. She would never-) This makes it feel like Rowling actually does hate Slytherins after all, or someone on the development team does.

I know it has problems. I know the history of Salazar Slytherin. How racism toward muggles persisted for years and infected Slytherin House. It created an echo chamber (really, all of the Houses were echo chambers, so this was a danger for all of them) where the racist ideas were never challenged, so the Slytherin kids grew up into racist adults who taught the same bigotry to their kids from the cradle. They proceeded to be Sorted into Slytherin as well, the House that everyone else hates, so they had only each other to talk to...starting the whole cycle all over again. It's a problem.

But racism and The Dark Arts aren't synonymous. They often go hand in hand, sure. But not always. A curiosity about The Dark Arts isn't exclusive to Slytherin, anymore than ideas of pureblood supremacy. It's also a humongous generalization to act as though every kid in Slytherin is just a budding Death Eater (or their generation's equivalent) because, like...even within the books, we have Horace Slughorn? We also have Regulus and Snape, who may have started out on that path, but ultimately proved to be better people. And HPHM handles this best, giving us memorable and good people like Barnaby Lee and Liz Tuttle. Actually, while it does have it's problems, HPHM is basically doing everything right that HPHL is doing wrong.

Just...on top of what I've been hearing about the game's plot, and how it's supposedly about one of the Goblin Rebellions...it just feels like the creators are trying to fan the flames. The Harry Potter brand is already in trouble. Making the plot of this game be about the heavily criticized Goblins, who( intentionally or not) came across as a Jewish sterotype...apparently that wasn't enough? They're also provoking the fandom by suggesting that Evil = Slytherin and no one else? This is a prank, right? I'm definitely being punked here?

[yue-muffin]

Liveblogging chapters 2-3 since they lead into each other.

So, we started the story off in Guangzhou with Chen Jiayu as the pilot. The second chapter starts in Beijing, his destination. This time, we are introduced to the air traffic controllers and goes in depth about their role and responsibilities. Interestingly, here it says only the most experienced ATC run approach (landing and taking off). I've heard in interviews in the US, that controllers are trained on all roles and can be shuffled around as needed.

This story has really gotten me to nerd out haha...This translation is a little inconsistent with its past vs present tense and that is my only complaint so far!

Anyway, Fang Hao is our MC, and it's just a normal day for him and everyone else until the tires burst on an airplane just as it's taking off. Fang Hao immediately jumps in to assist this plane in getting back down safely. His coworkers obviously trust him, and he knows exactly what he's doing. The narrative provides a little insight to his personality by stating he likes approach control, which requires a lot of focus and really tight management skills.

Above all, echoing the last chapter, one must keep a level head even during emergency. Though he's focusing on assisting getting that plane down from the sky (which is way more involved a process than simply turning around and landing), he can't neglect all the other planes leaving and entering the airport at the exact same time.

And, keep in mind, this scene takes place AT NIGHT. It's referenced several times throughout the chapter.

Going into chapter 3, we return to Chen Jiayu. Admittedly, he did not leave a great first impression with this scene haha. Fang Hao tells him there's a "situation" and he can't land for now, going to have to hold. Chen Jiayu starts off reasonable, asking for some alternative routes which aren't available either. Then we see Fang Hao have to ignore him to direct the KLM issue, only for Chen Jiayu to KEEP pressing the issue and taking up time and space on the radio frequency (only one can transmit at a time or else the incoming signal is garbled).

Fang Hao doesn't get frustrated though, and responds to every request and even asks if he needs to declare an emergency because he's low on fuel. But I guess they can actually hold on with the amount he has left, because Chen Jiayu decides not to declare an emergency. And after he makes it clear he's not declaring an emergency, he proceeds to continue asking before he's cut off.

dude. you're just going to have to wait. this is like playing battleship on a three dimensional grid. it's not like you were stuck waiting for that long yet. And Fang Hao gets the Southern plane down while this is going on, so it's not like he's holding everyone up indefinitely. You just gotta wait your turn. I get why he immediately denies them when the Jinxiu airlines guy offers to let Chen Jiayu go first. It's not exactly easy to move these giant commercial airliners around at will, and unless Chen Jiayu's plane is actually in an emergency and running out of fuel, he's not going to to mess up the formation.

I think if there wasn't an emergency going on, then he could maybe rightfully call Fang Hao unyielding and stubborn, but c'mon, there was an emergency. No one can blame him for being short and to the point. Chen Jiayu is the one being unreasonable and stubborn. Of the ATC stuff I've watched, when there's an emergency going on, everyone is professional and cooperative, go where ATC tells you to go, offer helpful info if you can, but now's not the time to butt heads with them unless you are ALSO on fire. The plane with the emergency absolutely gets priority until the situation is under control.

The line "He didn’t care much about being famous, but sometimes, it worked to his advantage" shows he really is used to the privilege of that fame lol...though it's absolutely valid and I understand why he also doesn't like the fame as well.

At the same time, I also understand why an early landing is desirable. I'm not sure on the details, but there are different rules surrounding operational times in the air and of course fuel costs, the pressure to run on time, etc. However, rush in moderation...several accidents have definitely been caused by pilots being in a rush.

Although Fang Hao is pissing Chen Jiayu off, his calmness under the pressure and almost nonchalant tone are completely realistic. The best of the best are supremely calm under pressure, even in a worse emergency situation than this.

All in all, it's ok to be assertive, but I think Chen Jiayu was pushing it a little too far. If he has complaints, he can do it later to Fang Hao's supervisor once he's on the ground.

[tiramisiyu]

【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: 【惊心一刻】 Xia Yan’s Shocking Moment Date Translation

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Translation Masterlist | Xia Yan Masterlist

Video: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1Hh411Z7qk

I love how Mihoyo takes every opportunity to remind us about Xia Yan’s three years. (I do not)

PART 1

Detective Office

MC: Today’s recommendation: “Extreme Rock Climbing” – a documentary that’ll make your palms sweat wildly…

I flipped through the magazines on Xia Yan’s desk and couldn’t resist making a sound in surprise.

MC: So amazing, how do people climb up this…

I had just finished speaking when a little black figure, accompanied with the sound of a few crisp chirps, flew towards me. It then stably landed on my shoulder.

MC: Peanut? Are you very interested in this? I feel like Xia Yan would also like this a lot.

Xia Yan: What is it that I’d like? What are you whispering to Peanut…

Xia Yan walked in front of me, holding a tiny little box.

Xia Yan: This is for you – Peanut’s baggage is all in here. Its birdcage and bird frame can be folded into a light, portable shape.

Xia Yan: These few days when I’m gone, I’ll have to trouble you to take care of it well.

MC: No problem. What about your luggage, then? Have you packed it all?

Xia Yan: Don’t worry, I’ve packed all of it. Though I’d just finished packing when I heard you two talking about something interesting – quick, tell me.

MC: There’s a film review in this magazine about a documentary on barehanded rock climbing.

MC: So I thought that you’d like this kind of sport!

Xia Yan: Is that so? Show me the magazine!

I handed the magazine I was holding to Xia Yan, specifically pointing out the illustration for this review. A man without any protective measures on was barehandedly scaling a cliff that barely had any footholds.

Xia Yan: Mm… it is very impressive, but it’s too dangerous. I won’t go try it.

MC: Even if you wanted to go, I would definitely hold you back anyways. 

MC: I’m guessing that what you would be interested in would be the more typical rock climbing activities with safety measures.

Xia Yan: Is it that… you want to go rock climbing?

I was completely befuddled until Xia Yan handed the magazine to me and pointed to the rock climbing club advertisement, published behind the film review…

Ads these days really are unpredictable…

MC: I hadn’t seen that side…

I was just about to explain that I didn’t mean it that way, until I saw Xia Yan’s slightly worried expression. Was it because rock climbing is troublesome? Something that could make him feel that it was difficult… I’m suddenly looking forward to it a lot! I’ve never seen him in an activity that he’s not good at!

MC: Although, it’s not like I mind trying it out! 

Just when I was looking forward to seeing Xia Yan admit defeat for the first time, he instead laughed and nodded.

Xia Yan: It’s just rock climbing. Since you want to try it out, then let’s go after I return!

MC: Eh?!!!

--

One week later.

Novice Rock Climbing Area

On the weekend, there were a lot of people at the location, but most of them were all at areas of different difficulty levels, so the novice area seemed somewhat calm.

As for me, when I saw the rock climbing walls that I’ve only seen in magazines and entertainment programs, I inhaled a deep breath.

MC: I never would’ve thought that we really would come.

Although, I’m lucky that Xia Yan found this outdoor rock-climbing site. I’d originally thought that we really would go out into the wild to climb a cliff.

MC: We’re here anyways. If I don’t experience it properly, I’ll be letting myself down.

MC: I’ll do some warm-up exercises first.

Right then, Xia Yan walked towards me, holding two bottles of mineral water.

Xia Yan: I’ve bought the water. How are your warm-ups?

MC: Almost done!

Xia Yan: Let me see. Mm… raise your arms a little more, your elbows should be leveled with your shoulders…

My posture didn’t seem to be up to standard, so Xia Yan directly walked behind me to help me adjust my movements.

Xia Yan: That’s right! Remember to flex your fingers after finishing those.

MC: Mhmm!

After warming up, a coach headed over with rock climbing gear to instruct me on novice rock climbing techniques. But after the coach finished with his instructions, he didn’t seem to intend on leaving – instead, he looked over Xia Yan and I back and forth.

Coach A: The two of you must have come here together. Are you interested in participating in today’s rock climbing speed competition?

MC: Competition?

 PART 2

Novice Rock Climbing Area

 Coach A: We often hold some interesting competitions. Today is the two-person speed competition, where the competition scores are based on the total duration rankings of the individual climbing of the two.

Coach A: Signups for the competition are done at one’s will. Whether you participate or not, either is fine. The prizes are four journals, specially designed and custom-ordered by this rock climbing place.

I’d originally been completely disinterested in the competition, but when my attention was perked as soon as I heard that the prize was journals!

MC: Are they rock-climbing themed?

Xia Yan: I remember that you used to like to collect pretty stationery before!

Coach A: Of course. A lot of people who come to compete, come for the prize – after all, they’re limited-edition.

MC: I’m a little interested. Xia Yan, are you joining?

Xia Yan: Since you want the journal so much, then I’ll definitely join!

Coach A: The competition is happening at 3:30. Don’t be stressed, you can get a prize as long as you rank.

Coach A: Though I have to let you both know that the rock wall used in the competition is a bit different from what’s usually used.

Coach A: It doesn’t have that many routes. With pure speed and force, people with a foundation in sports won’t find it difficult to start with some more practice.

MC: Thank you, coach! It’s 2-o’clock right now – one and a half hours of time to practice.

Xia Yan: Want to try climbing the novice cliff first? We have time to compete after adapting to it.

MC: Mm, then I’ll try it out first. Are you going to do it with me?

Xia Yan: Me?

He seemed to have thought about something. After revealing a surprised expression for an instant, he very quickly smiled at me helplessly.

Xia Yan: The novice area is pretty safe, so I’ll observe here. If your posture is off somewhere, I can also immediately correct it.

MC: …Have you remembered all that the coach taught us?

Distracted by the journal and competition matters, I had already forgotten a good portion of those movements.

Xia Yan: Wanna guess? Although, no matter how much theory you listen to, it can’t compare to experiencing it yourself. Only practice results in true knowledge.

I nodded and began to apply slip-resistant powder to my palms. When I was preparing to stand in front of the rock wall, Xia Yan inspected the safety equipment I had on.

Xia Yan: Shouldn’t have any problems… try and see.

MC: Mm.

I stood in front of the rock wall, then reached out to grab the chunk of rock in front of me, then visually searched for a suitable foothold. When both of my feet had stepped on the rock points, my whole body had pressed against the rock wall. I followed Xia Yan’s instructions, gradually shifting my body. Though each movement was very slow, they were quite stable.

Xia Yan: How do you feel now?

MC: No problems whatsoever!

I had just spoken when my foot, which had just stepped on another rock point, applied the slightest bit of force and then slid. Luckily, my other foot kept my body stable.

MC: Good thing I hadn’t stepped completely onto it. I really can’t afford to be careless at all…

Xia Yan: Are you alright?

I turned around with difficulty and looked down at Xia Yan. His eyes were full of worry.

MC: I’m fine! The occasional mistake is also a part of accumulating experience.

Xia Yan: Seriously, you’ve never changed in how you are when you encourage yourself. 

Xia Yan: Although, being able to do this much for your first time rock climbing is already really amazing. Do you want to come down and rest for a bit?

MC: Xia Yan, do you think if I try a little harder now, I’ll be able to get to the top?

Xia Yan: You want to get to the top?

MC: Mhmm! Giving up halfway isn’t my style.

Xia Yan: Though it’s a bit hard for a novice to reach the top… but if it’s you, there definitely won’t be a problem!

Hearing Xia Yan’s encouragement, I turned around and looked at the rock wall in front and spurred myself on mentally. I can definitely do this!

--

Though my progress in climbing the wall was somewhat bumpy, I was still able to successfully get on the top of the rock wall in the end. After getting down from the rock wall, I immediately ran to Xia Yan.

MC: I understand why so many people enjoy rock climbing.

MC: The sense of accomplishment after getting to the top feels just like I’ve conquered both sky and earth!

Standing beside me, Xia Yan smiled as he looked at me, but he didn’t say anything.

MC: What are you looking at? Is there magnesium powder stuck on my face?

Xia Yan: There is a little.

Xia Yan raised his hand, seeming to want to wipe it for me, but he had only stuck out his hand halfway before putting it back down.

Xia Yan: Here, there’s a little bit rubbed on beside your lips.

I rubbed at it with the back of my hand.

MC: Any more left?

Xia Yan: No… ahem, I’m gonna go buy two bottles of water again. Rest a bit before the competition starts to restore your stamina. 

After speaking, Xia Yan left rapidly. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like he was running for his life. What’s up with him?

MC: …

I didn’t have the time to ponder over why Xia Yan’s reaction was so strange before my attention was drawn to a person nearby. That person was in the middle of climbing the other side of the rock wall quickly. The cohesiveness of his actions was absolutely smooth and natural – it was clear that he was a veteran.

MC: Though I signed up in a moment of interest, it’s really hard to achieve that level of familiarity within this short time.

Xia Yan: No matter how hard it is, you won’t give up, right?

MC: Xia Yan! When did you get back?

Xia Yan: Just when you were sighing about how familiar others were with rock climbing. Here, this water’s for you.

After taking the mineral water from Xia Yan, I opened the bottle cap and took a drink. Within the period of time when Xia Yan and I were talking, that person had already climbed to the top.

MC: He must be a professional to have gotten to the top so fast.

Xia Yan: It’s not that fast. The rock wall that he was climbing only had one route, so it’s supposed to be used for speed practice anyways. 

Xia Yan: If he wants to get on the level of a professional, he’s got to improve his speed by at least 50 seconds.

MC: Saying this, do you think you can do it faster than him?

Xia Yan: That’s for sure!

MC: Then why did you look so unwilling when I brought up rock climbing at the beginning…

Xia Yan: That was because…

MC: Because what?

Xia Yan: Ahem, that was because I wanted to surprise you. I’ll prove it to you now!

 PART 3

High-speed Rock Climbing Area

The rock wall that the person had just climbed up was from the high-speed rock climbing area, which was also the area where the competition would be held. Xia Yan and I walked over, and Xia Yan had me get on the top platform to wait for him.

Xia Yan: The competition will be held soon. The built-in timer for the rock wall needs to be reset to zero – I’ll need to trouble you to time me on the top platform.

MC: No problem. The person just now used around one minute – can you…

Xia Yan: Then I’ll be a bit conservative – 40 seconds.

MC: 40 seconds is conservative?

Xia Yan: Because I’m not too familiar with the equipment here yet.

Xia Yan: Hurry up there – I’ll start right after warming up!

MC: Mm.

Only when standing at the top of the rock-climbing wall and looking down did I truly feel how high the rock wall was.

MC: 50 metres… Xia Yan bragged that he could do 40 seconds, but is that too much of a rush…

I looked towards Xia Yan in the middle of his preparations. Maybe he felt my gaze, since he tilted his head up and smiled at me. Though Xia Yan had a lot of confidence, I still suspected that he was putting on a brave front, especially in how he wanted to climb up a 50-metre rock wall in 40 seconds.

MC: Xia Yan! Don’t force yourself, I’m worried…

I yelled in his direction.

Xia Yan: No way. When have I never successfully done what I’ve promised you?

Well, that was true.

He walked to the fixed spot two metres away from the rock wall, adjusted the position of the starting mat, and waved at me.

Xia Yan: I’m ready! After counting down from 3 seconds, start the time!

3, 2, 1… the moment I pressed the timer, Xia Yan got on the rock wall at a speed that surpassed my imagination. His movements were agile and smooth – it was clear that he was no novice.

MC: Is there anything that he can’t do…?

Other people who were resting all gathered around, watching Xia Yan climb up the rock wall at a high speed.

Bystander A: Who’s this expert – how come I’ve never seen him before? That speed really is something else!

Bystander B: The expert’s agile skill simply can’t be criticized! I bet the club’s records are gonna be broken very soon.

Bystander C: Breaking the record? That record has stuck around for three years – how could it be broken so easily.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Yan had long passed the middle of the rock wall.

His expression was focused and firm, and magnesium powder floated around him, sparkling brilliantly in the sun. The closer he got to the top of the rock wall, the more I couldn’t shift my attention away from him. Even the noise on the ground was nearly inaudible.

The more Xia Yan passed over that protruding rock wall, the more the endpoint became within his reach.

MC: Do your best, Xia Yan!

Hearing my voice, Xia Yan smiled slightly, then grabbed a rock point and rose up suddenly…

My heart suddenly tightened. Under the surprised gasps of the crowd, Xia Yan stably grabbed onto the last rock before the top. He, who’d just finished this with skill and ease, winked at me, not even forgetting to casually say a few words…

Xia Yan: It’s almost over. Watch the second timer and prepare to stop it.

MC: You haven’t gotten on the top – there isn’t much time left.

Xia Yan: This is just a warm-up – of course I won’t unleash my full ability.

Xia Yan: But since you’re using provoking methods, then I have to…

As he spoke, my eyes suddenly seemed to blur. I didn’t see Xia Yan’s movements at all when he successfully got on the top, appearing by my side.

Xia Yan: How was that – how much time did I take?

Time? Ah! I forgot to stop the timer!

MC: 34:57 seconds…

Even though I pressed it late by a few seconds, Xia Yan was still able to do as promised within 40 seconds.

MC: Congratulations, Great Detective Xia, you were successful!

Xia Yan: Now you believe that I really am amazing at rock climbing, right. 

MC: Yes yes yes, super amazing, I’m in complete awe!

Xia Yan: Then did you think that I looked really cool?

MC: Yes yes yes, the Great Detective was especially cool!

Xia Yan: Then, do I have the honour of being the private rock-climbing instructor for the Great Lawyer?

MC: Haha, no problem, this lawyer will definitely hire you!

Laughing, I high-fived Xia Yan. As our fingertips brushed over each other, he transmitted his warmth to me. The moment that our palms pressed against each other, I could even feel his beating heart clearly.

 PART 4

High-speed Rock-Climbing Area

After laughing together, I carefully thought back on Xia Yan’s movements as he got on the top. My eyes told me that I could do it, but my body… clearly wouldn’t be able to learn it…

Xia Yan: What are you thinking about?

MC: I was thinking that your movements in getting to the top are unsurprisingly very hard.

Xia Yan: I was showing off my skill – a typical person wouldn’t do that when getting to the top. I’ve got to perform in an eye-catching way to have you forget about that person just now.

Xia Yan: Although, I only dared to do those kinds of movements because I was sure of my success, so don’t worry.

Seeing Xia Yan’s happy expression, I thought again of his distressed expression that day.

MC: Now can you tell me why your expression was so odd back when I brought up rock climbing?

MC: I’d even thought that you weren’t skilled at this…

Xia Yan: This… one reason was that I was afraid that your stamina wouldn’t be able to catch up. After all, rock climbing isn’t like other sports – it consumes a lot of energy.

MC: Being a lawyer means that I often have to work overtime over several days, and I have to run around to different places to get evidence. I feel like my stamina should pass the standard.

MC: You said “one reason” just now, so there are other reasons?

Xia Yan scratched at his hair, seeming somewhat embarrassed.

Xia Yan: It’s not good... for my...

MC: Ah?

His voice became as quiet as a mosquito, and I didn’t hear what he said clearly.

Xia Yan: To a novice, falling down in the middle of rock climbing is very typical.

Xia Yan: As long as I imagine this, even if there are safety measures, I still feel very anxious.

Xia Yan: So… it’s not good for my heart!

MC: You’re worrying too much. Since you had me trust in you more, you also have to trust in me a bit more.

MC: Plus, with such an amazing Teacher Xia instructing beside me, I won’t fall down, right?

Xia Yan: That’s for sure. The Great Lawyer is right!

Thinking of Xia Yan’s skill just now, my confidence in the competition increased by a few points.

In the high-speed rock-climbing area, Xia Yan taught me for a while longer. Only after confirming that my start and acceleration all had no problems did he bring me to the rock wall to be used in the competition.

--

it was probably because the competition time was nearing, but the competition area was bustling with activity. It was much noisier than the practice ground from earlier.

MC: So many people… it must be very hard to rank…

Xia Yan: The prize journal must be very special for it to attract so many people to participate in the competition.

Xia Yan: This also proves that we were correct in choosing to join the competition, right?

MC: That’s also true.

MC: Ah, there’s no point in overthinking anymore. It’s better to not pressure myself too much, and to instead focus on participating.

Xia Yan: Are you really nervous?

I felt somewhat discouraged, being exposed by Xia Yan all at once.

MC: Even if this isn’t a field that I’m skilled at, the me who’s tried hard still hopes to get a good result.

MC: I know that this kind of thought process is a little willful and unrealistic, but…

Xia Yan laughed, then looked towards the faraway rock wall and spoke.

Xia Yan: Having a strong will to win is a good thing, especially for a lawyer like you…

Xia Yan: But sometimes, letting go of your will to win and simply enjoying the pleasure of competition is also an excellent choice.

Did Xia Yan say that? I didn’t hear wrong, right? This sort of sincere, earnest tone that would usually come from some old veteran doesn’t suit him at all!

In my past memories, Xia Yan was the most persistent and stubborn person, and having him admit defeat was basically an impossible task. Sure enough, something must have happened in those past eight years…

But seeing Xia Yan’s smile, I realized that this wasn’t the time to ask.

MC: If you’re saying these things to make me less nervous, then I’m so sorry, but you’ve gotten the opposite results. 

MC: Pleasure and victory – I’ll have them all!

Xia Yan showed an expression with “I knew you would say that” written all over it. I released a breath for my correct response.

Xia Yan: Ah… I never thought that it would become a way to provoke you.

Xia Yan: Since you want it all, then it’s time for me to show off my true strength!

MC: Don’t forget that this isn’t a single-person competition. There’s also the absolute novice that I am.

Xia Yan: Are you talking about the absolute novice who got to the top on your first time here? 

Xia Yan: With a teammate like this, isn’t my win basically guaranteed?

Just when I had been teased by Xia Yan until I was grinning from ear to ear, I heard the coach shouting at us.

Coach B: Team Xia Yan! It’s your turn, are you both ready?

MC: We’re ready!

Coach B: Who’s climbing first?

Xia Yan and I looked at each other for a moment. Immediately after, Xia Yan clapped my shoulder and strode forward one step.

Xia Yan: I’ll go first! Let me set a good foundation, so you can also confidently and freely do your thing!

MC: Do your best!

  PART 5

High-speed Rock-Climbing Area

After the sound of the coach’s whistle, the timer started. Like an arrow fired from a bow, Xia Yan climbed upwards, faster than the speed that I had seen earlier. The surrounding crowd, including me, were completely focused on Xia Yan. We hadn’t even recovered from our shock before Xia Yan arrived at the top.

The display screen beside the rock-climbing wall declared Xia Yan’s score – 9 seconds.

The same rock wall, yet he performed even better than last time by nearly 30 seconds! Looks like he really was just warming up earlier…

Enthusiastic applause suddenly sounded in the grounds, only dissipating when Xia Yan got down from the rock-climbing wall.

Xia Yan: I beat second place by nearly half a minute – not bad, right?

MC: Xia Yan, you’re too… I don’t even know how to describe it! 

Xia Yan: You’ve got a new recognition for how amazing I am, right!

Xia Yan’s eyebrows curved, and his smile was quite proud. If he had a tail, it would definitely be sticking up towards the sky.

MC: Mm! It’s my turn! I definitely will not hold back! I’ll do my best for our journals!

Xia Yan: Do your best!

After high-fiving and making the switch with Xia Yan, I stood ready and waiting in front of the rock wall. I had just placed my hands on the rock points, waiting for the start signal, when I noticed that Xia Yan had already put on the safety lock and was standing by my side.

What’s going on?!

Xia Yan made an “OK” hand signal towards the coach with a “let’s go again” expression, and looked at my totally confused face.

MC: Did the competition change rules? Why did you come again?

Xia Yan: I just sought out the coach and said that my partner was coming for the first time, so I wasn’t too at ease.

Xia Yan: The coach made a special allowance for me. Under the fair competition circumstances of no interference, I can accompany and protect you on the side.

MC: You really are too worried…

Xia Yan: An excellent detective will always consider all possibilities and carry out his plans after.

MC: … 

Xia Yan: Do you think I’m a hindrance? 

MC: How could that be? I’m just a little surprised.

Xia Yan’s joining in made me feel safer, as well as more courageous, with the desire to give it my all.

Xia Yan: That’s good!

Hearing the coach’s start order, I didn’t have time to reply to Xia Yan before I put all of my body and heart into the competition. The race start, a burst of speed… the high wall in front of my no longer seemed to be a hard-to-surmount obstacle. Everything happened very smoothly, and my condition was even better than when Xia Yan took me to practice.

In the middle of the competition progress, my arm suddenly felt sore when I applied strength.

It was probably because I was somewhat tired from practicing earlier. I stopped all my movements and tried relaxing my hand exchange.

Xia Yan: What’s wrong?

MC: Nothing, I’m just taking a bit of a rest.

As I spoke, I continued climbing up, but the soreness in my arm got worse and worse…

MC: I should be able to hold on until the end…

I muttered quietly to myself, took a few deep breaths, wanting to get to the top with a spurt of energy.

Xia Yan: MC, slow down a bit, there’s still time!

Xia Yan’s warning had me calm down slightly. Only then did I realize that I had been too impatient.

However, I had just slowed down when my arm suddenly went numb. As if it was a slow-motion playback, the motion of my powerless fingers releasing the rock point played frame by frame in front of my eyes, and my heart gradually went cold…

MC: Ah—

After I let go, I could no longer maintain my balance, and fell in midair…

During the sudden matter, I unconsciously closed my eyes, waiting to come down on the safety mat.

But the image I predicted never occurred. Something tightened abruptly around my waist, and I fell into a warm embrace.

Xia Yan: MC! Are you alright?

When I heard the familiar voice, I opened my tightly-closed eyes. Xia Yan’s face full of worry fell into my sight. One of his hands held tightly on a rock, and the other held me, with both of his feet placed squarely on the rock wall. His arm then tightened around my waist a little more, probably because he saw me not reacting.

I unconsciously reached my hands towards his chest and carefully took a few breaths. Only then did I get back my feeling of safety.

Xia Yan: I already told you…

Xia Yan’s raised voice seemed to be a little angry, but he had just started speaking when he frowned again.

Xia Yan: Ss—

Seeing the moment when Xia Yan frowned, my heart jolted.

MC: Xia Yan, are you alright? Were you hurt anywhere?

Xia Yan: Don’t worry, I’m not hurt.

MC: How could that be? I saw you frown just now. Did you get hurt when you caught me?

MC: I’ve been dieting for weight loss recently, but regardless, an adult shouldn’t be able to pull their arm muscle into a state of injury from the force of falling… 

Xia Yan: I really am alright. Look, does my expression look like someone who’s been hurt?

I stared at Xia Yan’s face. After confirming that he really wasn’t showing any signs of pain, I calmed down.

Right then Xia Yan and I reacted, realizing that the distance between us was so close.

Xia Yan: We… we should head down first…

MC: Mhmm…

 PART 6

Because of my mistake, Xia Yan and my competition score did not bear results, so ranking was out of the question. Plus, after seeing Xia Yan’s pained expression as he held me, I looked for the coach after landing safely for the infirmary’s location.

 Infirmary Hallway

MC: …

I sat on the chair outside the rock-climbing infirmary door, pinching my sore arms, waiting for Xia Yan’s examination report.

Xia Yan: The doctor said I didn’t have a single wound, so you can completely relax.

Xia Yan, who had just walked out of the infirmary, looked relaxed, forming a sharp contrast with the worry all over my face.

MC: Good thing you’re alright. Losing the competition isn’t a big deal, but if I hurt you…

Xia Yan: Even if I got hurt, it would just be a little wound – it’s nowhere near as important as your safety.

Xia Yan: You’ve already confirmed that I’m fine, so now you should be willing to find a doctor for an examination, right?

MC: You’re talking like I’m avoiding this on purpose. 

Xia Yan: No no, I know you had me get examined first because you were worried. 

Xia Yan: I’m also worried about you… so…

Seeing Xia Yan’s face, I didn’t know why, but the scene when we came down from the rock wall emerged again in my head.

MC: I’ll go do the examination – take a good rest here.

Xia Yan: Mm, I’ll wait for you.

I nodded, then pushed open the infirmary door.

--

After hearing the infirmary door close, Xia Yan sighed quietly. He hadn’t done any examinations in the infirmary – he just discussed an excuse with the doctor to prevent him from saying the wrong thing when asked.

Xia Yan: I don’t have much time left…

He clutched tightly at the key in front of his chest, until the joints had whitened from the force he was applying.

Xia Yan: …

After turning around to look at the infirmary door, he smiled helplessly, then closed his eyes.

--

After coming out the infirmary, I saw Xia Yan leaning on the chair, closing his eyes in rest. Probably because he heard my footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes just as I was planning to play a trick to scare him awake.

Xia Yan: Seeing your movements… did you want to launch a sneak attack on me?

MC: Yeah, though I didn’t have time to carry it out before you noticed. 

Xia Yan: How were the examination results? What did the doctor say?

MC: The doctor said that I just pulled my muscle a little, and it’ll be fine after a few days of rest. Don’t worry.

MC: Although… I feel a little sad when I think about how we didn’t rank because of my mistake.

Xia Yan: Learn from our lessons of failure, and next time we come, we’ll definitely win!

MC: You’re right!

Just when we were about to leave the infirmary, the coach who instructed us at the beginning blocked us.

Coach A: Please wait, are the two of you Team Xia Yan? There’s a gift that the club wants to give you two.

MC: Present?

I took the present in the coach’s hand. When I opened it, I saw – two journals?!

Coach A: The prize pack with four journals was prepared for the athletes who were the ranked winners of the competition. However, Mr. Xia Yan broke our single’s speed rock climbing record.

MC: He broke the record? Then how many seconds was the last record?

Coach A: 11:57 seconds. That’s basically the limit for typical people who haven’t undergone professional training. After all, the world record is 5:58 seconds.

I looked at Xia Yan. Though I knew a long time ago that he was very amazing, I never would’ve thought that he was this amazing…

Coach A: Mr. Xia Yan, would it be alright if you let me know what your occupation is? Me and my colleagues are all very curious about exactly where such skill comes from.

Xia Yan: That’s easy, I own an antiques shop. Here’s my name card – if you’re interested, you can come take a look.

He took out a name card and stuffed it into the coach’s hand.

Coach A: Antiques shop? Strange…

The coach muttered quietly as he left. Xia Yan shook his head, then sidled up beside me, carefully scrutinizing the notebook.

Xia Yan: The design of the layout isn’t bad – it looks pretty good!

I handed one to Xia Yan and flipped through one myself. The workmanship really was very good.

MC: In the end, we still had to rely on you to get the prizes… 

MC: But I won’t admit defeat. The next time we come, we definitely will take the other two books!

Xia Yan: I’ll accompany you anytime! Although, we have to wait until your arm has completely healed.

Thinking about how my arms might hurt so much that I wouldn’t be able to raise them after today, I silently postponed this promise.

MC: Then it’s a promise – we’ll challenge it again next time!

-END-

[garbinge]

New Year in Jackson

Joel Miller x F!Reader Summary: New Years Eve in Jackson with a grumpy Joel. Warnings: Light angst, grumpy Joel but ends well. A/N: Just a little something for New Years! Happy New Year all <3 Hope to be posting more in 2024! Word Count: 1.5k

TLOU Taglist: @iraot​ @justreblogginfics @drabbles-mc

“It’s stupid.” Joel mumbled as he pulled out the items from the deep freezer. 

“It’s not stupid.” You disagreed with him as you moved behind him. 

“I don’t think it’s stupid.” Ellie said under her breath as she sat on Tommy and Maria’s couch, guitar in hand. 

“See, Ellie doesn’t think it’s stupid.” You pointed toward her and smiled before your head quickly turned to Joel. His face looked less than pleased, his expression had hardened but that was just what he looked like. When he was genuinely angry you could tell the difference, this was more… annoyed. Which you knew your way around pretty well. 

“I was able to grab champagne from the bar.” Tommy’s voice called out, it echoed against the bare walls of the house. 

“Tommy was able to grab champagne!” Your voice was chipper, the complete opposite of Joel. 

“I like champagne.” Ellie’s curious voice was peaking over Tommy’s shoulder to see what exactly he brought in. 

“You’re too young for champagne.” Joel stared down the girl. 

“It’s New Years, Joel. Let the girl have a sip.” Tommy’s grin would have earned him a push if company wasn’t around. 

“I don’t know why we’re botherin’ with this. Days, weeks, years, what’s it matter?” 

You looked up at him, Joel wasn’t exactly happy go lucky everyday but he seemed exceptionally more irritable today. It reminded you of Boston QZ Joel, pre-Jackson Joel. Your eyebrows moved closer together for a minute as you tried to understand what was happening with him but Maria’s voice interrupted your thoughts. 

“It’s something fun. Keeps spirits high. Makes life feel semi-normal.” 

“I don’t know why we gotta keep track of the years.” His voice seemed to be different, softer in the way Joel’s voice could be softer. 

No one answered him, everyone knew it wasn’t really a conversation they could have or an argument they could win with Joel so they just continued talking amongst themselves. 

As they talked you made your way around the round kitchen table and wrapped your arm around Joel’s, your head instinctually fell on his shoulder and you let out a sigh. He took his free hand and brought it up to yours, the one that was wrapped around his. He looked down when he felt the roughness across your knuckles, as quickly as he scanned over the dry and red patches he was scanning your face looking for an explanation. 

“Traded Seth my good working gloves for the string lights at the bar, for the decorations.” Your head tilted to the inside of the living room that had the lights strung across the ceiling. “Didn’t get a chance to grab a better pair from the market before I went out on patrol last night. They got chapped from the ripped up pair I used.” 

You had been here in Jackson just about 3 days but rules were rules. To stay, you had to work. It was the agreement you had come up with Maria and Tommy when Joel and you decided you’d move about 10 miles north where the abandoned farmhouse was. That and you brought in supplies from the farm, sheeps wool, cow milk, chicken eggs and they supplied you with items as well. 

“Seth is a fucking asshole.” Joel was caressing your rough skin with his thumb as he cursed under his breath. “I’ll be sure to get ‘em back for you before we leave.”

Leave. You could tell Joel was eager to get back home, he only came this far to humor you, New Years lined up perfectly with your routine supply drop off, which meant you’d stay a little longer than your normal two days. He’d always be internally counting down until the trek back home but since day 2 came and went the countdown was beginning to become more vocal. 

“What’s up with you today?” You changed the subject. Sure, you knew what was up, but this seemed more than just wanting to go home, this seemed like something specific was bothering him, and while you knew better of Joel to just tell you what was wrong, you still had to ask.

But apparently it wasn’t just you that wanted to change topics. “Hey.” Joel’s voice was startling to the others in the room. 

Ellie froze and looked up, champagne bottle in her right hand and a half-poured glass in her left. “What?” 

“Ain’t you a little young?” 

The smirk on Ellie’s face was enough to tell you the sarcastic comeback was loading. “Didn’t you just say, I don’t know why we gotta keep track of the years.” The last part of her sentence was spoken in her version of Joel’s voice. 

“She’s got you there.” You whispered in hopes that between the smile and the squeeze against his arm he’d back off a little. 

The smallest nod was given from Joel and he broke your embrace to escape into the living room. 

“Save some for midnight.” You pointed at the girl who was grinning as she poured the glass full. 

Leaving Tommy and Maria to be with Ellie, you turned to see Joel sitting with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands running through his hair. It was typical, he had been experiencing panic attacks for years now, it was all the emotion he buried from the last 20 years overflowing out. It wasn’t an awful thing, it meant he started to feel happy again sometimes, which was something you didn’t think you’d ever witness from Joel since meeting him at the Boston QZ. But that also meant the good came with the bad. 

The creaking of the floor in the house that belonged to Tommy and Maria normally would have alerted Joel but he was so deep in his head that he didn’t flinch a muscle. Picking up on his lack of awareness, you slowly approached him, not reaching out to touch him or even let your knee brush against his, you figured the sink of the couch to his left would startle him enough. And it did. 

His hands released from his head and he looked down at the seat and then up at your face before returning to a similar position to what he was in but this time a bit more relaxed. You could tell the motion pulled him out of his thoughts. 

It was silent between you both for a while, the only sounds being in the background of where you were. The sound of Maria walking out the back door, which meant the whining of their guard dog could be heard through the open kitchen window. The sounds of Tommy clinking and clattering as he made a small lunch for Ellie and himself. The murmurs of their chatter filled the silence between Joel and you nicely. Tommy asking Ellie how she likes living on the sheep farm, being away from Jackson. You hoped Joel was listening in, that the confirmation that Ellie loved the farm, loved how empty the sky was, how she had her own room, her own space. 

Listening in to their conversation must’ve taken your attention fully away because the sound of Joel’s voice startled you to jump a little.

“This shit reminds me of her.” 

A deep breath left your mouth, part of it was to let out the startle you felt when the words left his mouth but the other half was understanding the heaviness of his words. You knew it was the only thing he was going to say on the matter, the only explanation he was going to give as to his attitude and behavior. There was never really any conversation about Sarah, let alone mention of her name. It was always one off comments of her. So you just nodded and placed your hand on his knee. 

“You don’t have to do all of this if you can’t. I’ll stay with Tommy and Maria until we get our supplies from them while you and Ellie go back to the house.” 

This made Joel frown and look over to you. “Why wouldn’t Ellie stay with you? She seems excited about all this New Year’s nonsense.” 

“You haven’t heard her these last few minutes.” Your right hand rested on his knee. It was a statement more than a question, you figured he hadn’t heard her. “She’s been raving about the house, the sheep and how she can see the stars, sometimes even planets.” 

Joel’s face had the hint of a smile on it at your words. It made you wish he could have heard them come directly from Ellie because that hint of a smile would have been a full one. 

“I think she came because she knew how much I’d enjoy it. You two have that in common.” Your fingers squeezed around his thigh. 

It got silent between the both of you again, a comfortable one. Just enjoying the calmness of life around you, something that was hard to come by in this new world you lived in. 

“Someone said something about champagne?” Joel was trying his best to be open to the situation, this was his version of going so far as to try and enjoy it. 

The smile on your face was one that grew from the warm feeling filling your heart. 

“Yea, if Ellie didn’t drink it all.”

[bubbledumbbinch]

Okay so can I ask for some general headcanons for a Fem!MC in twst? The game has gender-neutral pronouns for the MC so far and it's an all boys school. How do you think the characters reaction/interactions would change if the MC was female? (if all are too much you can just pick your faves, maybe just include the octa and Savannahclaw dorm?) Just your thoughts and some brainrot💖

I think the boys would definitely be a lot more flirtatious to fem!MC!!! (I just wanna call her FeMC so I could say… fem… with a c at the end LOL). This is an all boys school, what do you expect?!

These are mostly short I’m sorry! I wanted to try to fit everyone in!

Ramshackle

Grim would lay at night curled up beside you. On days when your period hit, Grim would sense you in pain and get near your abdomen and purr. He feels like it’s an instinctual thing to do and if if helps out his minion, he’ll do it! Plus there’s tuna in it for him, right? Pet his ears too!

Heartslabyul

Riddle would definitely blush when you are around, but not too heavily! Sure he finds you attractive but it won’t stop him from fulfilling his duties as a dorm leader! He can’t help himself when he gets flustered talking to you since the only woman he grew up around was his strict mother. Since you’re different compared to her, he can’t tell but feel warmth from you which he wants to keep in his heart.

Ace and Deuce would make jokes at each other’s expense, both of them sorta going neck and neck trying to compete for your attention! They know you guys are just friends… unless..? 😳 Ace would make the snarky remarks while Deuce would threaten to beat Ace up.

Trey would act the same towards you, knowing he has to be a respectful upperclassman! You ALMOST can’t tell he sets aside the cupcake with more fruits or decoration on it for you at the Unbirthday party. Trey would give his signature smirk and wink as he sets it down in front of you.

Cater would take you on shopping sprees and outings to have so many photo opportunities with NRC’s only female student! Girls would flood his comments asking if you were his girlfriend, but he never answered. He secretly hopes you like him back so you could do cute couple things together like match outfits!

Savannaclaw

Leona would still call you herbivore and treat you the same as always. Still as lazy as before. However he can’t help but show off when he plays Magift and you happen to be watching. He lowkey stares at your features and shape of your body when you’re not looking 👀

Ruggie would also mostly act the same towards you, but he would bump into you on purpose so he can have an excuse to touch or smell you! His body tingles when he can smell your scent on the blazer he accidentally knocked into you with! Still treats you the same as ever though!

Jack would be gentler towards you, he knows how rough and big his body is, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you! His personality is still the same, don’t think he’ll treat you any differently because you’re a girl!

Octavinelle

Azul would try to make shady deals with you to offer you protection against students who may be too forward with you since you’re a girl. In exchange? For you to work at the lounge! and spend time with him. He secretly likes you but would never tell you to uphold his reputation and he is also afraid of rejection ;w; Azul would also not mind seeing you wearing the lounge uniform, fufufu…

Jade would would act more like a butler type! You also find him nearby sometimes, feeling his striking gaze looking at you. He’s always there when someone is trying to confess to you and you look uncomfortable. “Oya oya, do you need some help, miss?” His voice teasingly echoes through the halls, scaring off the guy who was trying to hit on you. Jade would stretch out his hand and escort you to wherever you needed to go.

Honestly? Unless you had a super “girly” appearance, Floyd wouldn’t have noticed until he gave you a hug to squeeze you, noticing your body was different… more squishy... and your bone structure is different. Shrimpy is so squeezable!!! Huh? He has to be wary of your chest? He’ll just lift you up by your tummy! You being a girl doesn’t stop the hug train!

Scarabia

Kalim wouldn’t treat you any differently! He would still definitely invite you over as often as possible, not realizing his sweetness may come off as flirtatious! Might develop a small crush on you :) imagines all the pretty outfits he could buy you from his homeland

Jamil would at first be wary of you but once he realizes you aren’t a threat to Kalim or the school, he stops doubting you. Definitely isn’t the type to judge you differently based on your gender!

Pomefiore

Vil would smirk and think he finally has someone else to practice makeup on! He definitely uses you as a model to show off his products, whether it be makeup, skincare, clothing, etc!

Rook would be… protective. He likes you because you’re different, and he would subtly follow and stake you out to see what things you’re doing differently at NRC as a girl. Rook offers silent protection against those he sees as a threat to you before you can even notice.

Epel would definitely try to prove his manliness in front of you if Vil isn’t in the vicinity! Going out of his way to carry heavy items, be tough, etc. If YOU tell him he’s manly, it’s certainly gotta mean something right?!

Ignihyde

Idia thinks it’s like some sort of anime trope, you’re the female protagonist and it’s like a reverse harem because the whole school is full of boys! Cough cough breaking the fourth wall here! He would probably be more… nervous around you, not like he would ever get close anyways, but still! The idea of the only girl at school actually being friends with you and maybe becoming more makes his heart beat faster.

Ortho would not. Perceive you any differently LOL. He’d be intrigued would say like “A girl? Cool! The body analyses I’ve done from everyone around you reads their body temperatures higher and their hearts are all beating faste- MMPH!” He would be silenced by ADeuce…

Diasomnia

Malleus…. Once he knows how you don’t fear him and how you like him even without knowing who he is. All he can think of is how beautiful you would be as his queen. Who can blame him? He has priorities and he needs to think of these things! I can also imagine him picking petals off flowers and saying “She loves me… she loves me not…” because he’s romantic like that… my heart

Lilia would use his experience in his vast years of dating to his advantage, knowing what ways to talk to a woman best. He swears he is only flirting with you for fun! The way your cheeks puff up in embarrassment is just too cute to resist! He certainly doesn’t mind a gender neutral MC, but Lilia can appreciate the beauty in every gender and he certainly appreciates your beauty!

Silver said 😪😴 . You notice Silver has more of a knightly approach to you, offering to protect you when you need it. He understands how a situation between one girl and hundreds of male students could provide a sense of fear, so Silver would always be there to protect you if you need!

Sebek would blush when you’re around, but he thinks you’re trying to use feminine charm and wiles to seduce the young master, even though all you did was make a yawn noise, flip your hair, or put on a bit of makeup! You have to explain to him that you aren’t doing anything to try to seduce anybody. You just wanted to go to school. He is doubtful but finally agrees. Maybe he was becoming victim to your charm instead?

[lancermylove]

Helping Mammon (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from "Part-Timer Mammon" group chat, violence, mentions of blood/injuries.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei

Prompt: If it's ok, I'd like to ask you to write a oneshot for Obey Me! Mammon x GN!Reader. (based on "part-timer Mammon" daily chat) After reading in the chat that Mammon had a fight with another demon, MC is rushing to his room to check if he is ok, and to help and comfort him if he needs it. Because it doesn't matter if he is right or wrong - he is still their precious boi and they are always on his side, ready to support and protect him, give him hugs, to remind him how well he was doing before the mishap. And to help him with paying that bill, yeah ^_^" Thank you!

A/N: Thank you for your commission! 💖 Your fluff requests are always the best. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 2045

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Mammon reread Lucifer's text and exhaled loudly. Things were going the way he wanted for once, but that demon had to go and ruin everything. Another sigh escaped his lips as Mammon let his hand fall to his side along with his phone. He knew he shouldn't have picked a fight inside a cafe, but was he really the one at fault? Everyone saw the violence, but why didn't they feel the need to ask the reason behind his actions. Then again, he shouldn't have expected anyone to take his side - he was Mammon the clown and troublemaker, after all.

After carelessly tossing his phone on the bed, the Avatar of Greed quickly removed his ripped jacket and chucked it to the ground but instantly regretted his actions.

"Dumb demon and his freakin' annoyin' words. What was his problem?" Mammon grumbled as he dragged his heavy feet towards the closet area to look at himself in a mirror. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, his skin and clothes were colored in blood, and his muscles were screaming in agony. "Man, I look like a mess. How am I gonna hide this shiner? Whatever...too tired to worry..."

Not caring about blood staining his sheet, the Avatar of Greed fell back on his bed with his arms stretched out on the mattress. He closed his eyes, rethinking the conversation with his brothers, the royals, and you. 'Levi might've been right when he said I jinxed it. The owner got mad at me for hittin' a customer back...what was I supposed to do? Stay quiet and let him treat me like a punchin' bag? Was it my fault? Was it my fault? Was it my fault?'

That question echoed through his mind nonstop to the point where Mammon was starting to get desperate for an answer. Ignoring his mind's protests to rest, he began recollecting the entire incident from the point when he approached the customer to the end when the owner fired him.

----

"Hey there. Welcome to the best cafe in Devildom," he greeted a tall and muscular demon with fierce lemon-colored eyes and flaming red hair. "I'll be your server today, and my name is Mammon. What'll you have?" 

"Mammon?" The customer snorted. "You're one of the seven lords, ain't ya? What's a lord doing workin' at a cafe? You broke or somethin'?"

He was not the smartest in Devildom, but it didn't take a genius to know that this demon was trying to ruffle his feathers. Mammon thought the guy must be having a bad day, so he didn't pay him much mind; instead, he shrugged his shoulders and brushed off the comment with ease. "Hey, everyone's gotta work if they wanna make a few bucks. Nothin' wrong with that."

The yellow-eyed demon stared at the second brother with parted lips as he was expecting more of a riled reply. Irritated by the cold response Mammon gave, the fiend smirked, "So you're as weak as they say. Ain't the lords ranked by the power? You're number 2, ain't ya? You look like a weak newborn to me."

"What's my rank got to do with anythin'? How about orderin' somethin' instead? This is a cafe, and the food and drinks here are next to none. If ya can't think of anythin', I can give suggestions."

Mammon ignored him to the best of his abilities, but in response, the customer laughed. "Weakling's tryin' to run away by changin' the subject. The hell does (y/n) see in ya?"

Hearing your name coming from the fiend's mouth caught Mammon off guard. As far as he knew, you would never give attention to an ass, so how did this guy know you? "(Y/n)? How do you know 'em?"

"They're in a few of my classes, but I don't see what a worthwhile person like them sees in a worthless demon like ya," he scanned Mammon up and down as if harshly judging every little thing about him. "(Y/n), deserves better."

"Too bad 'cause (y/n) likes me, and I like them. Now, mind tellin' me what you want? I've to check on other customers."

"They should ditch you and come with me," the demon poked him further, completely ignoring Mammon's question. "I'll show (y/n) a good time, much better than you can."

"I'll ask one more time." The Avatar of Greed's patience was wearing thin, but he forcefully maintained his cool. "What do you wanna have?"

"(Y/n)."

The blunt reply surprised Mammon, temporarily causing his mind to freeze. "What?"

"(Y/n). I want (y/n)."

The last bit of his patience shattered, and anger started to coarse through his veins. For the last time, Mammon tried to defuse the situation solely out of the fear of losing a job that paid him well. "I'll send someone else to take your order."

"I'm goin' to kidnap (y/n)." Those words made your boyfriend freeze in his tracks, and thinking he got Mammon where he wanted, the demon took the final shot. "I'll take them from under your nose, and you won't be able to do anythin' about it."

Spinning on his heels, the second brother decked the demon right between his eyes. After that, Mammon remembered hitting a few walls, punching back, then getting slammed against a couple of tables, taking a chair and whacking the demon across his face, and lastly, the screams of the panicked customers. The owner, a giant demon, managed to pry them apart, but it was too late as the damage had already been done.

"Mammon, you of all demons, hitting a customer? Boy, you had a talent for the service industry, that's why I hired you. But now…I regret my decision." The owner talked down to him like a teacher giving a lecture to a misbehaving kid they are tired of dealing with. He tried to explain his side of the story and how the "customer" was not there to order anything; his only intention was to pick a fight.

"I am not interested in hearing any excuses. Mammon, you are fired! Get out of my sight and don't come back to my cafe ever again." Even though the owner attempted to sound stern, his voice couldn't hide his regret of losing a star server.

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"Mammon, what happened?"

You stared down at your phone's screen, waiting for him to reply to your messages. Was there a hint you were missing? Did he say something you might have missed? Returning to the group chat, you carefully read over the messages again, but to your dismay, there was nothing. The worst part was Mammon didn't say much, which meant he was upset. Then again, who wouldn't be if they were expected to pay damages for wrecking the whole cafe? Shuddering at the thought, you jumped to your feet, grabbed a first aid kit, and hurried to Mammon's room. You couldn't leave him alone, not at a time like this.

Quietly entering his room, you slowly made your way down the staircase, not wanting to alert him. You expected Mammon to be injured, but when you saw the condition he was in, you audibly gasped and nearly dropped the first aid kit.

"(Y/n)?" He forced himself to sit up and gave a small smile, "Don't gimme that look. Remember I'm Mammon the Great? These injuries are nothin'."

You swallowed your urge to cry as you took a seat next to him and began taking items out of the kit. While you tended to his injuries, you remained silent out of fear that your voice might crack, and he might figure out how you were feeling. The last thing Mammon needed right now was to worry about you and console you while you cried. As you patched him up, the Avatar of Greed stared intensely at your face, recalling the demon's words at the cafe.

"I don't see what a worthwhile person like them sees in a worthless demon like ya. (Y/n), deserves better." 

'Am I the right person for them?' The question that Mammon didn't want to think about had finally reared its ugly head. 'I know they love me, but...am I good enough for them?'

"Mammon? Whatever you are thinking about, I want you to stop." Your words brought him back to reality, but you didn't wait for him to respond. You knew Mammon staring expressionlessly at your face only meant one thing - his mind was drifting towards darkness, having thought you didn't want him to think about. "Remember we promised we would tell each other everything? No matter how bitter or sad the truth is, we won't hide anything? So, what happened at the cafe?"

"It's like Lucifer said. I got into a fight with a customer, broke everythin' in the cafe, and the owner fired me."

"Right, but what happened?" Seeing that he didn't want to tell you the details, you rested your hand on his thigh, avoiding his injuries. "Look, if someone told me that Satan got into a fight and broke things, or Beel got into a brawl over food, I would believe them. But you? What did the customer say or do to anger you to that level?"

He lowered his gaze to your hand on his leg and told you everything, except the part when the demon told him he wasn't good enough for you. Much to Mammon's surprise, a warm smile appeared on your lips, "This protective side of yours is one of the reasons I love you. No matter the cost, you always think about your loved ones first."

He jerked his head back as he struggled to find words to express his feelings. You were okay with him picking a nasty fight and getting fired? Weren't you going to lecture him or give him an earful like the others?

"You want to know the other reasons I love you?" You playfully chuckled and leaned close to his face before planting a kiss on his uninjured eyes. "Your eyes. They remind me of a setting sun melting into the ocean."

Mammon's eyes softened as you gently pressed your lips on his bruised cheeks, "Your cheeks. I love pinching them. More than that, I love seeing your expressions when I pinch your cheeks."

The corners of his lips slightly twitched, prompting you to kiss them. "Your lips are fun to kiss, and they're really soft. Not to mention, your lips always taste good."

You raised your right hand and toused his hair, earning a slight frown from him. "Your hair reminds me of the moon. Maybe the next time I'm lost in the darkness, I'll use your hair as a guiding light."

Mammon laughed at your cheesy joke and wrapped his arms loosely around your waist. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he whispered, "What else do ya like about me?"

"I'll save that for another time. You're not in the condition to handle those compliments."

He lifted his head to look at you, confused by your reply. "What do ya mean?"

You pressed the tip of your right index finger on the area between his collarbone and began sliding it down his bare sculpted torso. "What I mean is if I compliment other parts of your body, you might not be able to control yourself. Right now, you need to rest, but...once you feel better, I will shower you with compliments."

Light red dust spread across his cheeks, and though he knew you were right about needing rest, Mammon felt a little disappointed. "But once I recover, I want my reward."

"Deal! Oh, about the damages you have to pay. I want to help you. That way, we can pay it off quicker."

Mammon lightly touched the palm of his hand against your cheek, flashing a soft smile. "I don't know what I would do without ya. Thank you, (y/n), for understandin' me...you are the only one who sees me for who I am. I...love you."

"I love you too," you whispered, leaning your cheek on his palm and touching the back of his hand pressed against your cheek.

Mammon now knew that the demon was wrong in every way. You loved and understood him, and he loved you, and that was more than enough.

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Among us

Brothers + datables

Gender neutral

Warnings: Cursing, “death” of other characters

It wasn’t that far to cafeteria, you had to keep telling yourself. Why you had to have a task in electrical and as beyond you, but witnessing Lucifer “killing” Diavolo in electrical was not something you signed up for.

Earlier that day leviathan had cornered you, raving about a new human world game that was available for the Devildom. He had already convinced Diavolo, and by extension Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, Beel, and Belfie. He said he would need a second to finish setting it up after you agreed. Not thinking much of it, you continue about you day as usual. That is, until you were magically sucked into a vaguely familiar looking spaceship lobby.

“Everyone here?” Levi’s voice calls out from an orange space suit.

“Levi, you didn’t.” You look down at yourself, now realizing what game you were in.

“What the devil is going on here” Lucifer says, presumably frowning under his blue suit.

“It’s a new human world game, it’s called Among us.”

Sighs ring out from Satan in lime green, and Asmo in pink.

Complaints come from the group until Diavolo comes to Levi’s rescue “I think it will be fun. How do we start this thing anyway”

“Ahh, I have the start button. Levi clicks a button, transporting all of you to the cafeteria.

You receive your position, and shiver. Crewmate. The prospect of literally being hunted by a demon, possibly an angel, or Solomon is enough to give you the chills. At least you have a slight advantage, having played before. Perhaps Solomon would have played as well, but it seems less likely. Your screen displays all tasks you need to finish. Wires in electrical, empty garbage, and enter ID code.

The last two weren’t as bad, as frustrating as swiping the ID could be. Electrical would be absolute hell. From your screen playing at home, you didn’t like it. To actually go into electrical in real life would be terrifying. You decide to do your other tasks first. Emptying garbage first.

“W-Where are you going human” Mammon, clad in yellow suit scrambles after you.

“I gotta do my tasks. That way the crew mates can win.”

“Alone?” he seems genuinely worried, “you saw the rules, there’s an imposter after us”

“Feel free to tag along”

The two of you wander around the ship, trying to complete the tasks. You would occasionally run into the others, slowly seeing them less and less which made both of you very nervous. You hadn’t seen Asmo, Simeon, or Luke since the cafeteria. Beel once in communications, dragging a sleeping Belfie with him. You saw Levi in the hall from security, running from Satan which freaked you two out even more. Levi never runs.

Deciding to face your fears, the two of you make your way to electrical. Unfortunately you catch sight of a lime green suit coming towards you. You end up ducking into electrical, while Satan spots Mammon, causing him to take off on the other direction.

A sigh of relief leaves you. Satan might just be acting like a local menace, but you never know. Better safe than sorry.

Suddenly, you’re plunged into darkness.

Oh no.

You hear what sounds like Diavolo muttering something about going to electrical. Given that he sounded just as surprised as you were he’s probably not an imposter. Just as you were about to say hello, you hear the squeaking of the vent.

“Lucifer?”

“Apologies my lord”

FUCK. If Lucifer is an imposter you’re screwed. You make your way as quietly as you can out of electrical, hoping he doesn’t know you’re there.

“MC”

Oh shit.

You take off running, completely blowing any cover you had with how loud your steps echo. The closest path was through the storage room, and luckily the lights had come back on. Storage is the worst place to get caught.

Just as you were passing the admin door, a hand grabs the back of your suit, causing you to yelp.

“Shh,” Solomon’s whispers, “if you make so much noise you’ll alert the other imposters.”

He pulls you further into the admin room.

“You scared me” you laugh, jittery from nerves before pausing. “Other imposters…”

“Solomon”

“Hmm?”

“You said other imposters”

“Oh did I?” He begins walking closer.

Hell no. luckily, you were on the side closest to the door. So you make a run for it, making it out just in time for the doors to close. The button to call a meeting wasn’t that far. If the game had gone on this long there must be enough people left. Entering the cafeteria, you race towards the button. Coincidentally Barbatos was sitting at the table, very much so in the way of the button.

“BARBATOS,” you gasp “Lucifer and Solomon are imposters I need to call a meeting.

You reach for the button, almost pressing it before he grabs your wrist.

“I know” he smiles.

“You know? This isn’t the time we need to call a meeting”

“Do we?” His gaze focuses on something behind you.

“I don’t think we do” Lucifer’s hand rests on your shoulder.

Oh shit.

“Where’s Solomon” you ask.

“Mammon and Satan are still out there, but he should be back soon”

You’re absolutely, positively, fucked.

Somewhere down the hall towards med bay you hear mammon scream. The imposters win.

Your surroundings fade to black and you all appear back in the lobby.

“That was terrifying” you say, now freed from the clutches of Lucifer and Barbatos.

“I died in an unflattering position I have to re-do that” Asmo complains.

“Alright, let’s go again”

[moemammon]

You are not Beyoncé but you're singing your heart out when you think you're home alone.

(Featuring the demon brothers and GN!MC)

For once, you had the house to yourself! Was this a miracle?? Were the heavens finally smiling down on you from above? Was this the result of all your good karma??? Whatever it was, you were almost certain that you were alone for once.

And what did that mean? Time for a good ol' fashion jam session. You put on your favorite tunes and set them to blast through the speaker of your D.D.D. while you danced around the house, singing your heart out. Who cared if some of your notes were flat, or if you had to drop a few pitches to hit those high notes?

Not you. You were just living your best life without a care in the world.

Until...

Lucifer

Of course the eldest would be around. Arguably the most mysterious and omnipotent brother in the house, so yeah. He's there.

He told you this morning that he’d have a meeting to attend after classes today. You thought he’d be out for a long while, but it just so happened that the meeting ended early today, much to his relief.

Not to yours though, because that means that Lucifer has front row seats to your amazing concert without your permission.

He didn't even have the courtesy to make himself known! He just waited in the kitchen, quietly preparing his coffee while your singing echoed through the halls.

You were sauntering your way to the kitchen as well, fumbling over forgotten lyrics without a care in the world, when you saw him.

Enemy spotted.

Does this mean he heard every single time your voice cracked-

Your eyes lock and Lucifer doesn't even mention what you were just doing, despite the obviously being within earshot of you.

You really start feeling the heat rising in your cheeks when he says "You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen to you at RAD today?"

Regardless of how you respond (or not), Lucifer turns his back to you to tidy up, and says "....I don't believe I've ever heard your singing before. You'll have to give me an encore in my office some time."

You swear you can hear the mischief in his tone....

Mammon

This seriously was unheard of. An afternoon without having mammon glued to your hip?? Hell must've frozen over or something.

Regardless, you weren't going to take this for granted! Mammon did mention something about a 'foolproof money making scheme' he had a dream about last night, so he was probably off trying to see if he could make it a reality.

Things like this usually took a huge chunk of greedy boy's afternoon, so you figured you were safe to sing as you pleased!

Besides, he probably would've texted you if he were on the way home, right?

Apparently not, because Mammon was very much home, and did not send you a text. Honestly? He forgot to. He was too busy wallowing in self pity.

How was he supposed to know that using magic to duplicate grim was illegal??

He managed to escape any real trouble and made his way back home, only to have his ears immediately blessed (or assaulted) by your singing.

He's not the type to sit around in secret until you notice him, so catch this boy marching around the house until he finds you himself. Not so quietly calling out your name the entire time, too.

Mammon caught you in the empty library singing your heart out. The acoustics were great in there! They also kinda drowned out the outside noise, so you couldn't really hear him yelling for you.

"Oh, I thought you were screamin' about a bug or something. What song is that?"

He's not shy about singing in the shower at the top of his lungs, so it's not like he's judging you?? But he's got his phone out when you spot him. The bastard is recording you...

So your knee jerk reaction is to attack

"Wh- Oi!! What're ya hitting me for?! I don't care if it's just a pillow- Hey!"

He has chosen death. Goodbye Mammon.

Leviathan

It was kind of bold of you to assume that Levi would ever be out of the house, but he DID mention something about a concert he wanted to attend..? Or some kind of book signing?

You don't really remember, and you don't have the mental strength to scroll through the sea of spam texts he's sent you today.

C'est la vie.

Since you're pretty sure you're alone, you're not taking your solo concert all around the house of lamentation, from the foyer to the west wing, up to the attic and down to the dining room.

Gotta find the perfect spot to sing this next part. It's got a really good bit with a flute, and you wanna stare longingly out of a window or something-

And it's when you pass by otaku man's room that he decides to make himself known by poking his head out. His headset is around his neck and his hair's a little tousled, hinting that he was in the middle of gaming.

You freeze. Neither of you can look the other in the eye.

It takes a while before the silence can be broken, but before you can say a word, Levi speaks.

"Y-You know... you should come to karaoke with me! Only if you want to, I mean! I didn't know you were a fan of singing, so... but you probably have other plans, right? You don't want to hang out with a gross otaku like me blah blah blah-"

You aren't sure if your brain is malfunctioning from being caught in the act, or from the word vomit spilling from everyone's favorite weeb.

Satan

Satan is a good, studious boy so you assumed he was staying after class to head to the library. He was lagging behind, so you didn't question it.

Or maybe he was planning his next prank? Lucifer did have to make an announcement tomorrow morning in front of the student body, and Satan had been awfully interested in glitter bombs lately...

Whatever the case, he wasn't home right now! Or so you thought.

You were busy switching between two different choruses AND a sick guitar riff all in one song, so there was no time to be thinking about the demon's whereabouts.

You did wonder where you left your bag at, though. You vaguely recalled dumping it at the front door, so maybe that's where it was?

Scooting your way down the hall like a music powered locomotive, you were right in the middle of imitating the sound of drums when you spotted the trembling grin plastered to Satan's face.

Hm.

Maybe you could ask Diavolo about sending you back to the human world right now.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here, or I would've said something." Satan tells you, clearing his throat to further suppress his laughter. From the way his shoulders are shaking, he was barely holding on.

"I didn't think you were the type to like songs like that. Do you have a playlist you could recommend me? I'm interested after seeing how much you enjoy it."

That cheeky grin of his never breaks for a second, so you can't tell if he's actually asking for recommendations, or if he's watching for your reaction.

Asmo

Not a surprise that you assumed he wasn't home, since he rarely is. He's always out partying or shopping around, so you usually don't see him much around this time.

But that also means you're free to sing as loudly as you want! Look out Mariah Carey, there's a new high note singer in town.

Asmo can vouch for that! Because he can hear you. Clearly.

Okay but he's one of those people that joins in while you're singing.

Legit the moment he goes inside and recognizes your song, he's trying to serenade you from the other side of the house.

And boy do you hear him. This man can SING (as expected of a fallen angel), and he likes to sing loudly. He wants all eyes on him after all!

And maybe you'll be so smitten by his angelic voice that you'll come running into his arms and beg that he takes you right then and there!

Wishful thinking though, because that is not how you reacted. Boo...

He finds you, and wants to know what you think of his voice. "Well? My singing was beautiful, wasn't it~? I used to sing all the time up in the celestial realm! I don't mind giving you some private lessons back in my room~"

Was he implying that you needed lessons? Maybe... but he's a sweetheart about it so can you really be mad at him?

Beel

A crepe cart recently opened up for a limited time, and there was no way Beel was going to miss that. And knowing him, he wouldn't come home until there were no traces of food left in sight.

So you figured you'd have plenty of time to brush up on your sea shanties! Bold of you to assume...

Beel can inhale a billion times his weight in food in like, five minutes. What made you think he wouldn't be back home by now?

He was full for a good ten minutes (a new record!) and spent that time in his bedroom, hence why you didn't hear his usual rummaging through the kitchen for food.

Speaking of food, you were feeling kind of hungry yourself! And a little parched from all the singing, so a snack break couldn't hurt!

You slid on your socks along the hardwood floor all the way to the kitchen... where you nearly slammed into Beel. There he was, the mad lad himself.

He was also on the way to the kitchen. Surprise surprise, right? And he managed to catch you by the shoulders before you could slide into anything.

Beel is the least phased by your singing. He just thinks it's nice that you were comfortable enough to sing so loudly! Good to see that you're enjoying yourself.

He doesn't exactly address it? Instead he moves his hand forward to place something into yours.

It's a crepe that he saved, just for you! You stare at the delicate pastry, all topped with layers of fluffy whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries, and lovingly drizzled with chocolate sauce! There's a bite taken out of the side, though-

"I tried my best to hold back, but I took a bite. Sorry..."

How can you be mad at him?? You're not even embarrassed about the singing anymore tbh. Too full of love to care 💕💕

Belphie

When,,,, was Belphie ever not home,, like,,,,

This man has never seen a classroom in his life, so it's not like you could've expected him to be at RAD.

And he wasn't usually in town?? Definitely a homebody.

But Beel wanted someone to go with him to that crepe cart, and Belphie couldn't exactly turn his dear brother down when he gave him those big baby eyes-

And since Beel wasn't home, you figured Belphie was still out, too!

Spoiler alert: you thought wrong.

Belphie was home, and now wide awake thanks to your banshee screams singing. He managed to slip away from Beel when he got too tired. He didn't really want a crepe anyway, so he decided to head back.

Only to be rudely awaken... how dare you...

He's hellbent on finding you, JUST so he can get you to shush. Please.. let him rest his weary bones...

When he does locate you, you have your back turned to him and your music on max volume, occupying yourself with grabbing your clean laundry to take back to your room.

He doesn't speak, instead choosing to watch you shimmy around to the beat of your song. And when you do a little spin, you turn right around to face him and get to witness the sheer amusement on his face.

He's NOT letting your forget about this moment. And you can't escape him either, he won't let you.

The bastard corners you just to repeatedly ask "Hey, what were you singing? I haven't heard that one in a while. Mind singing it again for me?"

"With a voice like that, I'm afraid to ask you to sing me a lullaby."

"...Just kidding. Your face is really red right now, you know?"

You feel the sudden urge to stuff him into the dryer, but you resist.

The urge grows stronger when he imitates the little dance you were doing.