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ITS WITHIN A WEEK.

Save MC by giving them CPR

When you were launched into space inside a train, you didn’t take into account that you would be knocked out and have the man you were pining for so long do CPR on you. And your best friend let him. You’re definitely making her your bridesmaid.

dan heng x gn!reader

mara’s words: that clip where danheng deadass was gonna do cpr despite not knowing made my heart flutter like goddamn–haven’t felt this in a whole while

tw: ooc… well, everything (i have not played the second beta so i dont know much about march 7th or dan heng), potentially wrong lore but its my yearning post at 2 am i do what i want, swearing, this is all crack but i dont regret it lol

This was supposed to be an easy express trip towards space. How did it ever come to this?

The Astral Express had roughly skidded to a stop, the wheels scratching against the metal would’ve grated your ears had it not been the cotton stuffed inside. You could barely feel the pain at the back of your head and how there was a certain weight on your chest that it was hard to breathe. You tried to heave but the result lead to a panicked feeling that there was minimal air going inside you.

Ah… you were probably traumatized by trains now.

Despite the muddied fog clouding your senses, you could vaguely feel someone clutching and shaking your shoulders like it was the end of the world. Which, to be honest, might as well be true as you truly felt no impact when that person slapped your cheek.

You could only think of one person who slaps a person’s cheek to wake them up as if it was normal.

As March 7th slapped your other cheek, eyes widened with panic that you still didn’t wake up, she raked her fingers through her hair. She was close to clawing some strands out until a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Please don’t slap them again.” Dan Heng, another Trailblazer like her, admonished. “I don’t think they want to be woken up with swollen cheeks.

“Swollen cheeks would be the least of their concern if they don’t even open their eyes!” She screeched, going back to shaking your shoulders as her lower lip wobbled. Just how would she live on without you? First amnesia, her name being a goddamn date, and now her first best friend potentially being in a coma—just how much more suffering does she have to go through?

March 7th let out a sound between a groan and a wail as she buried her face at the crook of your neck. “I don’t want them to die soon! They haven’t even gotten a lover yet and went to first base!”

Dan Heng gave her a pointed look. “That’s what your concerned about?”

“You don’t get it!” She exclaimed, whipping her head to look at Dan Heng, not realizing her hair had whipped themselves into your mouth. “This was supposed to be a trip among the stars! Memories worth capturing and saving and looking back to! How else can they look back when there’s nothing to look back at?!”

The male sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, if none of what you’re doing is working… maybe we should try CPR?”

She blinked. “C-CPR? But… I don’t know how to—”

From behind, the light bulb of a nearby lamppost flared to life.

“Why don’t you do it?!” She exclaimed, a smile so wide it borderlined into manic. Dan Heng even had to step back in fear of the excitement of the amnesiac.

His eyes flit from her to your unconscious body. “M-Me? Why?”

“Because! I already inflicted my fill of physical harm against my bestie, it wouldn’t do good if I also crushed their ribs, right?” March 7th explained, quickly scooting out of the way and presenting your limp body as if Dan Heng won a prize showcase. “So get to it! They won’t be getting any older anytime soon!”

With a heavy sigh, Dan Heng complied, leaning down closer to your body. Despite the swollen cheeks from March 7th’s slaps and the scratches you got from the train crash, you still looked like you. Something Dan Heng can’t help but admire as he pries your mouth open.

“Forgive me,” He whispered your name before placing his mouth on top of yours, quickly blowing in air into your lungs.

… Your lips were comforting against his.

So unlike him, he was so into the “CPR” that he didn’t hear March 7th rapidly pumping the air with her fists with a smug look on her face.

And it was also so unlike him that he didn’t feel a hand card through his hair as he felt a force kiss his lips back. It took a swipe of a tongue against his that he opened his eyes and saw your own eyes staring back at his. Blood immediately rushed to his face, ears and neck, Dan Heng turning into a cute shade of red as he backed off from you, hand covering his mouth as if he’d done a great sin.

Despite the residual fog in your head, you sat up straight, also covering your mouth and stared wide-eyed at your crush until you turned towards March 7th’s victorious humming.

She was still kneeling on the ground but had her fists on her hips while she stared at the both of you with a triumphant smirk on her face. “No need to thank me. Now you can die in peace now that you’ve reached second base!”

Inside the train station, two resounding slaps echoed alongside pained yelps.

extra:

While March 7th’s reddened and swollen cheeks were a surprise to anyone passing by as she sipped her milk tea, it was all worth it when she spotted you and Dan Heng stepped closer to one another in front of a food stall. Sneakily, your hand wrapped around his and, even from this distance, the girl could see Dan Heng’s reddened ears as he intertwines his fingers between yours.

“So worth it.” She said to herself before using her own ice element to cool the swelling of her cheeks.

#DAN HENG SWEEP

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marahuyos · 1 year

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sorry macaque (bottom image belongs to @ninjasmudge)

#so anyway i started watching lmk

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Part 1 Act 1: Shakedown

Waking up to see your kidnappers shake you down over stolen tech wasn't on your itinerary. Not even being paid in money was enough to make you enjoy this.

You heard something, a rhythmic bump-bump-bump before you opened your eyes.

The first thing you saw were a set of brown eyes staring back at you. You couldn't even let out a scream when he pulled himself back, him doing the screaming for you. As you took a closer look, you noted the messy mop of brown hair, red scarf, yellow jacket, and tacky shirt. When all of these registered, you realized he was the same person who bumped into you after your shift and the one who ruined your concert. With a glare, you tried to lunge at him, only to find out that you were tied securely on a chair. With rope. Real rope.

'Is this a shakedown or something?' You thought to yourself.

"Well, glad to see you're awake." An unfamiliar voice rang out, light blue covering the darkness. The more you've awoken your senses, you realize that you were in a completely pitch black room. The only source of light was a spotlight shining directly on you. From the darkness, a hot pink cybernetic leg stepped out. It belonged to a young woman with dark skin, platinum blonde hair with an undercut and the tips dyed blue, the same blue for her jacket and shorts, all the while carrying a menacing looking gun.

'Yep, this is definitely a shakedown.' You thought grimly.

The woman's green eyes narrowed at your state, probably misunderstanding your defeated expression as a sign of smugness. "You've got this coming, you know? Pretty bold of you to strut out in the open with stolen tech."

You raised a brow, sitting yourself up properly.

She continued. "Your cello has tech that Vandelay keeps a secret. Only way you could have gotten it is if you were under Vandelay's Armstrong Project."

"And from our records, your name isn't registered." A different voice rang out, a fiery orange coming from your right. You turned your head, seeing another woman pop out from the darkness. Her striking red hair and blue eyes made you uneasy. If you thought that the first woman was menacing, this one would fold you should you say something undesired.

Her hand clutched your shoulder and you winced when she grabbed it in a vice. "Now, how do you explain a barista having classified Vandelay tech?"

As if he realized he was there, the man spoke up, giving a glare that was a smidgen of threatening compared to the two women. A bright yellow showed itself when he spoke. "And how do you explain talking to me through your cello?"

Only for the glare to melt away as a fanboy-ish smile covered his face. "Cuz that was the coolest thing ever!"

You looked between the three of them, bewildered beyond belief. You couldn't even formulate any kind of response and it wasn't because you were gagged (you weren't).

When you thought you couldn't be surprised anymore, a robotic voice rang out from the darkness. "I believe our perpetrator in question cannot speak."

Like a record scratch, all of the lights turned back on. Your eyes squinted at the sudden brightness but it seemed your three captors were more focused on the last two words. The woman in blue whipped her head back towards a desk filled with high tech stuff as a droid stood with… a marker in their hands?

"What do you mean CNMN?" She asked them.

The droid pointed his finger upwards. "According to their files, due to an incident, their vocal chords have been completely destroyed. Therefore, they are unable to speak."

A pin drop can be heard from somewhere. Like a flip has switched, the woman in red untied your hands but not long, she had her vice grip on your shoulders again. "I'm only untying your hands so you can sign to us. Don't do anything funny."

With a gulp, you heeded her words, hands shakily raising up before you signed, I honestly have no idea what you guys are talking about. I never stole anything from Vandelay.

The blue woman scoffed, gun now pointing at you as you raised your hands in surrender. "And we're supposed to believe that? Your cello has an unmistakable frame that could've only been made under the Armstrong Project. A project you never applied to."

You squirmed under your half-restraints, signing once more. Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about! I got that cello as a gift after my incident!

She raised a brow but her gun didn't budge. "And who gave you the cello?"

You glared. Like I'm telling you.

She shrugged and before you knew it, she pulled the trigger. You couldn't even let out a scream when the bullet shot past your side, only grazing the ropes that were binding you.

"Better think of another good answer before I won't miss my next shot." She threatened, gun now clearly pointed at your head.

You couldn't even properly sign when your hands were shaking from the missed shot. Before you could sign your prayers, an unlikely savior came and pushed aside the gun.

You never realized you loved the color yellow up until the brunette came to your rescue. "Whoa whoa whoa! Take it easy, Peppermint! I can't even understand half of the conversation but that doesn't mean you can shoot them already!"

For a moment, you felt the grip on your shoulders lax. "Can't understand-didn't you learn sign language back in grade school like the rest of us?"

He waved off her question with a nervous smile. "Ehh, that's not important. What's more important is how this guy was able to talk through their cello!"

The woman in blue rolled her eyes, propping her gun on her shoulder. "Chai, we talked about this. What you could've heard was probably just some text-to-speech they modded onto the cello."

He shook his head. "No, you don't get it! When I first heard them play for the first time ever it's like… like…"

He trailed off, turning his head to look at you and there was a certain beat in the air that your own heart suddenly synced with.

"Like they were made to be on stage."

He turned back towards her, cybernetic arm in front of you as if a garbage disposal arm can help you from a gun. "And I can't let a fellow performer get shot by my best friend. And that's that!"

Her expression looked as though the man had lost his mind. You wondered if his heart-warming speech was all for nothing until the woman let out a sharp sigh and pocketed her gun. She placed her fists on her hips, looking at you then back at the man. "I trust you on this one, Chai."

You didn't realize how much weight was hiding in your chest until you let out a shaky exhale. Not only that, the weight on your shoulders disappeared as the ropes tying your lower half loosened. You looked behind the woman in red, her face impassive but she ushered you up from your seat.

"You may have gotten Chai's trust but that doesn't mean you're off the hook." She warned. You nodded frightfully, taking a few extra steps away from her and finding yourself closer to your yellow-colored savior. Now that you’ve taken a closer look at him, you realized that a cat was on his shoulder. No, not a cat, a robotic cat. Its blue optics looked at you curiously, tail swishing lazily behind it.

Regardless, you mouthed to him. Thank you.

He gave a thumbs up, showing a goofy smile. "Don't mention it! Gotta look out for our fellow performers!"

"In any case," the woman in blue interjected, "since you're already too deep with us, might as well get acquainted."

She raised her hand for an amicable handshake. "I'm Peppermint. The woman who handled you is Korsica.”

You slowly took her hand, greeting both her and Korsica. The latter gave a small salute before walking elsewhere.

"And this loser is Chai." She raised her elbow to rest on Chai's shoulder. "He's the guy that beat you up and, well, I guess saved you from me."

He buckled slightly from the added weight but he still gave a lighthearted smile. One wouldn't have guessed that he was the one who was able to go toe-to-toe with your musical creations but here he was, smiling as if he didn't get beat up by a cello.

You signed. I remember you. We bumped into each other when I went out to the club.

Before he could ask, Peppermint translated for him. "They said you bumped into each other before."

He let out an exaggerated ‘ohh!’ before raising his finger. “Right! That was when you wanted me to tail them because of their tech—”

Before he could finish that sentence, Peppermint squished his cheeks with her hand. “We don’t have to divulge too much information to our new companion here, do we, Chai?”

And it was quite a sight to see the shorter woman drag this lanky man back towards the computer table, the cat trying its hardest to hold on. The droid whom you now recall as CNMN made space for Peppermint to sit down as she typed quickly on the keyboard. "Oversharing might be a deterrent when forming relationships."

"Lovely input, CNMN." Peppermint said as she maximized a window to cover the entire screen. "I went ahead and scanned your cello top to bottom. It might just be an ordinary electric cello but here's where we started to suspect you."

The window was your electric cello, only it was a schematic diagram of it, complete with the material it was made out of, the mods that you've added yourself and basically any other information that was found all the way from the scroll to the endpin. You couldn't tell to either be flattered or weirded out that someone finally paid attention to the design of your cello, no matter how rapt that attention was.

Peppermint pointed towards the behind of the cello where the active control system is. She then released an array of different modules. "See these things? Some of these aren't modules that any normal person can get."

She isolated the mods and zoomed in. You blanched at the sight of the Vandelay logo on the mods. How did these stay out of your sight?

"A lot of these mods aren't available to the public." She continued to explain. "They all have varying degrees of effects but the most prominent one is this one here."

She pointed to one that was in the middle. "This module has nearly the exact same components as Chai's power core. Well, besides the MP3 player but you get the gist of it."

She gestured to Chai, him lifting his shirt to reveal a metal cavity on his chest. The aforementioned MP3 player was inside it, bumping rhythmically almost as if it were powering Chai and his robotic arm. Without thinking, you leaned in closer, tapping the metal frame with your finger. He let you ogle it, almost as if he was glowing from the praise.

"I know. One of a kind, am I right?" He said smugly. You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing his chest so he loses his balance.

While he stabilizes himself, Peppermint continues. "This type of mod was only available when the Armstrong Project was underway. You only got your replacements by a rival company and a pretty well-respected hospital."

Your hand flitted over to your neck as you shifted your cybernetic legs. What she said was true. Just how far did she dig into your past?

"And so, we're back to the million-dollar question of where did you get these components." She finished, turning around her chair to look at you. "We're past the vehement threats of violence but I'm pretty sure blackmail isn't off the table."

You rubbed your arms for comfort. If you tried to deny any question further, there was no doubt Peppermint would have gained access to your private info without any delay. Yet speaking the truth would only worsen your relationship with him. Whether he abandoned you or not, you still owe it to him for complying with your selfish request and pulling so many strings for your sake. Would he be able to take you back despite going behind his back? Would you still step on a stage like you did before?

You looked behind her, saw the stolen mod, and sighed. My manager.

Peppermint sat up straight. "What?"

My manager manages my performances. You continued to sign. Not only that, he was the one that gifted me my cello.

"Well, looks like we have our guy." She said in satisfaction, turning back around to find more information about him. "He got a name?"

You presented your phone to her, showing your manager's (or probably ex-manager at this point) business profile. She honed in on his picture and his name, typing swiftly before she let out a hum.

"Sazerac… age 51, biologically male, used to work at… Vandelay Technologies as part of the HR department before being laid off?"

"Oooh, extra suspicious." Chai said in an accusing tone, looking at the man's photo. Meanwhile you were silently praying that he wouldn't hate you when you'll face him.

Peppermint continued to type some more. "His last known location according to street cameras is Vandelay Lodgings.”

“Wait, Vandelay has hotels?” Chai asked.

She shrugged. “Eh, it was for dorms but I’m pretty sure Mimosa hated mingling with losers so she was the one who upgraded the hotels.”

“We have a location,” Korsica intervened, “so let’s get him.”

“Not so fast.” Peppermint stopped her, displaying an overview of the hotel’s address. “The hotel has crazy security. Rising stars, influencers, even political figures stay in that hotel so not anyone can just go in. For people like us, we need clearance from a lot of key figures in the hotel staff.”

“Why do I get the feeling of deja vu?” Chai mumbled to himself.

“I’ve already got 3 of the hotel staff. Head of security Maja, a woman who takes her job seriously just like someone else we know.”

She gave a knowing look to Korsica who rolled her eyes. The screen soon showed a woman with white hair, high cheekbones, and yellow eyes that could cut.

Peppermint continued. “Kitchen head Cardamom, a man whose words cut sharper than his knives.”

The next was a chef with an incredibly large build with dark green hair and form-fitting chef uniform. But what was surprising was the absolute jovial smile on his face, showing his pearly whites to the world.

“He doesn’t look so bad.” Chai said, looking at the man further. “Looks like I could just ask him for the clearance!.”

“He got his salary cut from inflicting bodily harm on several customers because they wanted ketchup on their caprese salad.”

Both you and Chai blinked. Both of you seemed to share the same idea. Never disrespect someone in the kitchen.

“And finally, the architectural head-slash-interior designer, Chamomile.”

The screen soon showed a man with long blonde hair tied into a half-bun as the rest of his hair went down to his knees. Daisy-like flowers decorated his hair and bangs as his kind face caught your eye. He didn’t look so menacing, with his baby blue eyes smiling with his wide grin as he wore a white chiffon shirt and brown dress pants. He looked the least threatening compared to the first two. Though, knowing the streak that Peppermint is going…

What’s his beef? You signed to Peppermint.

“Purposefully had the Modern Institute of Laudatory Fabrics have large windows for wind to blow into so the fabrics keep flying everywhere. Reason why he did it is because the person who hired him to make the building emailed him at 11 PM.”

You sucked in air through your teeth. Petty. Yikes.

“And that’s all of them.” Peppermint, finalized, putting the big three on the screen. “These three are the key in getting us inside the hotel and getting to Sazerac. And fortunately for us, they’re all outside the hotel’s facility.”

Korsica stepped forward, looking at you and Chai before clearing her throat. “Mission Report. We need to get into the hotel to get to Sazerac. In order to do that, we need clearances from the big three.”

Peppermint stepped in. “Frankly, the easiest one to get it is Maja. Her office is in a building a ways from the hotel.”

“Wait, I thought she was head of security?” Chai asked. “Why’s her office so far away?”

“Because a lot of the rich folk don’t want so called ‘cheap labor’ to be seen near them. That’s why Maja’s got an entire security system connected from her building to the hotel. Her building is basically a giant security office that has all the cameras in the hotel hooked to it.”

“This is where you come in, Chai.” She said to him. “You need to sneak into the security building via sewers, infiltrate her office where she’s always in, and get her clearance.”

He smirked. “Easy enough! I’ll get to her no problem!”

“Chai,” Korsica warned, “remember the last time you sneaked into a security office?”

He nervously giggled. “Water under the bridge?”

“There is no saving Korsica’s humiliation ever since that event!” CMNM inputted.

“Thanks CNMN.” Korsica gritted out.

You raised your hand, Peppermint nodding at you. I want to help. This is just as much as my fault for not realizing I was using stolen tech.

She smiled gratefully. “Figured you would say that. That’s why I implanted the transportation device on your legs so Chai can call you in whenever.”

Your mouth hung open. So that was the reason how people just flew in and out of existence when you fought Chai. This technology is incredible!

Still, that wasn’t what you meant. I meant that I want to fight alongside Chai. I owe it that much to him after he came to my defense.

Peppermint and Korsica’s eyebrows raised, clearly surprised by your decision. They both looked at each other, giving wary glances. Feeling left out, Chai stepped between you three, looking at the two women with furrowed brows.

“Hey,” he drawled out, “just what were you two talking about?”

Peppermint paused, wondering how to phrase what you’ve said, until she decided. “Chai, how would you feel if they were with you for the whole mission?”

He blinked. Once, twice. The cat blinking in sync. It took a second before he responded with a garbled gasp. “Wait, them-with me?”

She nodded and you tapped Chai’s shoulder to get his attention. He turned to you just as soon as you’re done typing on your phone. I want to help you. As thanks.

He floundered for a bit. It was clear that he definitely wasn’t used to someone fighting alongside him permanently until he showed a grin. “Sure, why not? I don’t hog the stage!”

“I guess that settles it then.” Korsica said. “You two are to get the clearance as soon as possible. We don’t know how long Sazerac is staying here on the island and we can’t intercept him in the port.”

Before you could sign something, someone behind you cleared their throat. Turning around, you saw a large man approach your group and in his hands was your precious cello. You immediately ran to him, hands already reaching for the instrument until he raised it against your reach.

“Hey, not yet.” He chided. Minty green and baby blues coloring your vision. “I’m Macaron, a Vandelay worker. I took the liberty of analyzing your cello and, as far as I know, there’s nothing that seemed too dangerous.”

He smiled wider, his kind face almost seeming joyful. “I must admit, you've done a lot of impressive modding on this thing. I would love to get to know more about how you're able to play with it."

Your smile widened. Finally, someone who can understand your craft! If this is what shakedowns result in, you should have been kidnapped all the time!

He eventually handed you back your cello. Your hands immediately smoothed out the metal frame as your fingers strummed across its neck. Its bow was still functional, twirling it with your other hand as you played a few notes.

You hadn't really paid much thought on what notes you were playing. It was obvious to one, though, of your true feelings. Chai let out a victorious little giggle. "See? They just said how happy they were that they got their cello back!"

You flinched, eyes widening at his words before you slowly turned around to see him. Out of curiosity, you played more notes, this time in a short staff.

He glared at you. "Hey, I swear I didn't mean to hit you that hard!"

You scurried back out of weirdness. You've heard of people understanding the nuances of music but this… this was unheard of.

And it was obvious that the rest of the crew were weirded out by this revelation as well. It was Peppermint who decided to break the silence. "Wait, Chai. You were serious about what you said earlier?"

He turned to her. “Duh! I wouldn’t lie about a thing like this! This is like… A scientific revolution!”

“It definitely may be scientific but I wouldn’t call it revolutionary.” Korsica said. “I don’t think the STEM students would be thrilled to communicate with musical notes.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re just jealous that me and them got a super secret language that only we could understand.”

He pointed a finger gun at you. “Right, buddy?!”

You played a note. “Sure.”

Korsica and Peppermint rolled their eyes. The blonde woman stood up, patting the cat that was on Chai’s shoulder. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure you and Chai can hold yourselves out there. We’ll tak to you via 808 when you guys enter the sewers.”

Chai fistbumped Peppermint before turning to the rest of the team, which now includes you. “Alright team! Let’s head out!”

#hi fi rush x reader #hi fi rush #hi fi rush chai #hi fi rush chai x reader #series #mara.works #mara.series: the takes over the breaks over #chai x reader

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And so what if i write for lego monkie kid

#i didnt think i would proudly say from my chest that im in a monkey king phase #yet here i am #i watched the show finally and bruh the hyperfixation is back its like jojo all over again #and i swear lmk is gonna influence my artstyle HAHAHAH #mara.txt

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The Take over, the Breaks Over

The island gave you plenty of opportunities to pick yourself back up: a paying job, a decent apartment, nice landlord, and not to mention how many people are looking towards making music ever since the new ambassador of Vandelay Industries was a rockstar.

That is, if you were still allowed to perform.

And so, you were left trying to light that spark in you again by performing in clubs. Not the best place to start but hey, at least they let you be on the stage.

You were happy to play in front of a crowd that barely appreciates you, so why does this brunette with a running mouth is trying to pry into your life?

Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH) X GN!Reader

A/N: IM BACK WITH MY NEW HYPERFIXATION SKSSKKSKS this game has truly been in my brain ever since it got secretly launched and I've wanted to take a jab and write for this since Chai has checked all of my criteria for my old childhood crush tropes (brunette, dork, and a loser: is2g this is like my addiction towards hiccup back when httyd released askdjakdjas)

anywayyy, hope you guys enjoy this hastily written fic! i wont drop it like how i dropped start of a new fool swear skkssdklfdsjk

The coffee machine's beat was always colored brown.

Not the ugly type of brown, it's the brown that you would see when peering over a mug of steaming hot espresso. Or it could be the gradient of a cafe americano with the ice clinking gently against the cup. Or it could be the famous chocolate almond donut that the cafe sells that the people who love to be active on their social media take pictures of.

To you, though, it was just the machine's way of saying that it was just another day.

Presenting a baggie of cookies, you gave them to the next techie that needed her sugar high. With a polite smile, you waved her goodbye as she left the cafe, humming the same song the radio was playing.

Her voice was spicy even though she was humming, with ranges of orange and red. Hard to believe someone with colors like that would love sugary treats.

A call of your name shook you out of your little reverie. A droid coworker waved behind the counter. "Is number 34 ready yet?"

You nodded, getting the packaged cake and wrapping it in its delivery box before giving it to J4R-D1. Raising your hands, you presented the instructions to him as the drone groaned.

"Seriously, why am I stuck with delivering and managing Madeleine's crummy party for the fifth time this week?"

You shrugged, giving him a hapless smile as you patted his shoulder.

He rolled his optics, getting the box and left but not before stopping at the door. "Oh yeah, your friend down south wants you to be there earlier than usual. Something about meeting important clientele or something."

You nodded waving him goodbye and a safe trip (and good luck) before setting aside your apron and timing out your shift. With your work "uniform" gone, you grabbed your case from underneath the counter and jumped across it.

"That time already?" Your boss called out from the kitchen. You nodded at him before waving goodbye with a hopeful smile.

"Knock 'em dead, kid! They won't know what hit 'em!" With his praise, you ventured outside jumping up in the air with glee as you hurried to your other job.

That is, until the tempo was stopped drastically by someone.

Seething from your tumble, you gasped when you crashed against an actual human being who is currently groaning on the floor. Panicking, you hurriedly stood up and helped them back onto their feet. With an apologetic smile, you quickly showed your apologies by rubbing your fist over your heart and dusting off any dust on his clothes. You took notice of the brightly colored fit he has; red scarf, yellow jacket, and an obnoxious shirt before running off. You hoped he would come back soon so you can give him an apology donut but that doesn't matter right now.

Your fingers were twitching to play the strings once more. And with a jump (with no random passersby), your mechanical feet turned into roller skates as you skated down the road. The tempo came back with full force.

Having already known the route, you breeze past the people on the already busy street. Skillfully weaving across throngs of human and metal bodies, you skated across the road before hopping onto the sidewalk when the traffic light turned green. Reaffirming your grip on your case, you picked up speed, tactfully dodging the strangers going about their day as the bright sun shines down upon you. You got the occasional 'Watch it!' or 'Hey!" from the people who were too close for comfort but that didn't stop your flow.

Jumping into the air, you landed on a railing, skidding across the metal as sparks flew from your skates. You made sure that no one was close to the railing before jumping off and skidding to a stop in front of an unassuming building.

This was your other job.

(Well, more like a passion since you aren't getting any pay out of this.)

Returning your feet to normal, you stepped inside the building and the tone drastically changed. When the rhythm outside was upbeat and sunny, the inside was a slow but reverberating rhythm with cool notes and generally something you wouldn't associate yourself with. After all, an afternoon nightclub wasn't a place anyone can truly shine.

Alas, this was where you get to perform once more.

Before you could slink past the crowd, you were stopped by a cold voice accompanied by an equally icy color. "You're late."

Sucking in a breath through your teeth, you slowly turned around to see a tall man tower over you. His red, pomade-covered hair slightly covered his face with one strand of hair dyed in bright orange as it twirled in front of his forehead. His ice blue eyes bore into your own as a disappointed frown was etched on his face.

"You know how important this is." He stated, his crimson coat billowing behind him as he grabbed a lint roller from his inside pocket. With a roll of your eyes, you let him pick up any stray lint, crumb, or coffee ground as he continued to lecture you about your tardiness.

The man named Sazerac was someone who put up a cold front but he was the only one who truly believed in you.

"Don't give me that look." He chastised you, bringing your chin to meet his face. "You're lucky that they're willing to stay on the island for a few more days. You should be grateful that I pulled enough strings to keep 'em here."

You sighed through your nose, wanting his fussing to be over with. With a content huff, Sazerac backed off from your space, giving one last fix on your clothes. He gave you a heated glare on your attitude.

"I brought you here on this stage to perform again," he started, eyeing you dangerously, "and I can easily take it back."

Biting your lip, you fixed your posture; back ramrod straight, shoulders pulled back, and chin held high. He gave a content hum as he lifted his hand to tap the metal protruding from your neck, making you flinch.

"Don't disappoint."

Nodding, you slipped towards the backstage, flashing your ID card to the bouncer droid as he nodded at you. Passing by random staff and performers, you went towards center stage, behind the curtains that were waiting to rise. The base of the club calmed down, leaving you to open your case to reveal your most prized possession.

The beat came back once more. It's tempo both calming you down and pumping up your heart at the same time. As you adjusted the strings, you held its neck as your faithful bow was twirled across your hand. As your foot tapped with the rhythm, you took in a deep breath before shakily exhaling out.

As the announcer stated your name, you placed your bow on the neck. 'It's time once more for me to shine.'

The Struts

"Fallin' With Me"

Fallin' With Me Single

"Whoa," the brunette breathed out, staring in awe at the opulence of the club, "I never knew the island had places like these around!"

"No one really wants to go to these places except for the people who don't work the 9 to 5." Peppermint explained through 808. "Which makes it all the more suspicious for a regular barista to come here."

Chai slinked past some snooty couple, him coughing inside his scarf from their overpowering perfume. Seriously, what was up with rich people and their aerosol perfumes? "Maybe they got a gig here? They were holding a huge case, remember?"

"... Yeah. A gig in an afternoon nightclub." Chai doesn't even need to see Peppermint's infamous dry stare. "Like that's a likely story–"

You be my Alice

And I'll be your Mad Hatter

We can live in a palace

Nothing too amateur

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me?

Before the both of them could bicker more, the curtains were drawn back. The spotlights centered upon a figure on the stage and what Chai first saw was the beautiful electric cello that seemed to gleam from the attention it was getting. The silver finish of the instrument was something Chai couldn't help but gawk at until 808 nudged his cheek to focus on the person holding it.

"Heh, what do you know!" He said with smug pride. "Our guy's up on that stage!"

In 808, he could barely make out Peppermint's concealed groan. "I'm not gonna bother to try and argue. Just figure out a way to get them off the stage!"

Show me your talents

I'll throw them back at ya

No matter what happens

I'll keep up the temperature

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me? (Woo!)

Rolling his eyes, Chai grumbled under his breath but he ran towards the stage nonetheless. This part of the nightclub had the seats set in a way that its seats surrounded the stage. A multitude of people filled up the seats; the majority of them were wearing expensive cybernetics and clothing that Chai couldn’t help but remember Mimosa fitting in nicely with them. Although, he doubts she would’ve let the person onstage play their tune.

Speaking of them, Chai couldn’t help but be mesmerized by them from time to time. 808 had to paw him back to reality each time he had to stop and gawk. It wasn’t like him to be starstruck but it was hard to ignore how the guy is absolutely killing the song. He didn’t think that cellos were capable of doing rock but he was proven wrong when they were practically dancing with the cello. Each beat was perfectly enunciated by their shoulders bopping and the near-sensual rhythm was complemented with their perfectly executed dance choreography. If Chai didn’t know any better, they were practically born to perform on stage.

“Sucks to beat this guy up.” He remarks to 808. “Would’ve loved to get to know ‘em more.”

“Hey!” A voice called out and Chai noted to himself that he was spotted later than usual. “Losers aren’t supposed to be here!”

Chai glared at the offender, a waiter droid who held a tray of fancy drinks. “Hey, I may be a loser but I’m the Ambassador of Vandelay Technologies so what does that make you?!”

Before he realized what he just said, his entire team screamed into his ear. “Chai!!!”

Yes or no?

Let's go! (Yeah)

“You?!” The droid exclaimed before throwing the tray away, the drinks spilling on unsuspecting customers as they screamed the prices of their clothes. “Rattle ‘em, boys!”

With a groan, Chai readied his weapon. Heaps of scrap metal clinging together to form his signature guitar as 808 turned into their ball form. More droids started rushing in, some of them toppling over the seats as the customers screamed brands that Chai didn’t care for. Bouncer droids made up most of the enemies as waiter droids made up for their unassuming appearance by smashing expensive bottles into the ground and raising its jagged edges at Chai.

With a smirk, Chai rushed forward, feet stomping in tune with the beat as he felt the rush go through his central power unit. No, more than that. When he smacked a waiter droid away, he looked up on stage to still see the person perform despite the chaos. They were still playing on beat and Chai realized that each blow he dealt, the guy’s bow also played alongside him.

Almost as if they were in sync with one another.

A bouncer droid smacked him away from his internal monologue, his body flying across the club before crashing at the bar. Bottles of expensive alcohol were destroyed as the fluids covered Chai from head to toe. As if that wasn’t the end of it, the shelf holding the bottles tilted down, the bottles sliding down and hitting Chai multiple times, each bonk more painful than the last.

You're coming with me

Let's take a dive

Meet at the rainbow

9:45

Wear something trashy

That's what I like (yeah)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (jumpin' off the sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' (are you?), fallin' with me?

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

With a groan, Chai clambered on the countertop, dizzy from being hit more than he wanted and the reeking stench of alcohol in his clothes. “Our guy is still playing up there!”

“Good. Makes it all the more easy for us.” Peppermint stated.

“Us?!” Chai exclaimed, standing back up to his full height. “You guys aren’t even here!”

“Well, you haven’t called us in now, have you?” Peppermint retorted and Chai can practically hear her smirk.

With one large groan, he relented and called in Macaron to deal with the bouncer droids. “I got this Chai! Go get them!”

Jumping onto Macaron’s hand, the large man threw him back towards the stage, this time Chai stuck the landing. He was on stage this time, with the guy still playing the cello. He can’t help but be impressed by the guy.

He willed his hand to turn off the magnetism, the guitar falling apart as he tucked away the baton. 808 flew to his ear, and from the mint color, he knew that Peppermint was ready to rip him a new one. “Chai, what the hell are you doing?!”

“Relax, Peppermint.” He said, walking up to them in an easygoing way. “I’m gonna go talk to them. From one performer to another. They’ll listen!”

“Mister Chai. It seems you have forgotten the first time you tried to ‘talk’!” CNMN interjected. “It was how we first met, after all!”

“Relax! This is gonna be different!” He eased them, hands raising in a non-threatening way. “I can see it in their movement. They move to the beat just like me!”

Ignoring Macaron’s prayers, he finally stood in front of the guy. Their eyes were closed, entirely focusing on playing the cello as Chai took a moment to watch them perform. They were truly in their element, no movement a waste as their fingers danced across the neck.

“Hi! I’m Chai, Ambassador of Vandelay Technologies but you kinda knew that already.” He said, clasping his hands behind his head. “I gotta say, from one performer to another, you really know how to command the stage!”

He was deftly ignored, the cello’s low notes greeting his ears as he grimaced. “Okay… So, I got a little itty-bitty mission that I gotta do in the name of Vandelay. Nothing against you as a performer! Like, you’re super good with that already! But it’s also super important that you come along with me--”

And he heard it. It wasn’t unlike anything he’s heard of. He couldn’t even call it a voice-it was more like notes coming together to form a cohesive sentence.

‘You want to shut your goddamn mouth?’

The evil is landing through the roof on your tablе top

Let's eat up some damagе (woo!)

There goes my trail of thought

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' with me? (Are you fallin' with me, babe?)

He whipped his head around, 808 avoiding his rapid motions. “Wh-Who said that?!”

808 flew to his field of vision. “Chai, what the hell are you doing?”

Behind the cat, the person finally opened his eyes. They were staring at Chai with unabashed shock but they still haven’t ceased their performance. He blinked rapidly, a hand raising to remove some earwax as Chai wiped his fingers.

And he heard it again. ‘What the hell is wrong with this guy?’

There was no denying it this time. “You’re saying those things?!”

The next note was noticeably sharper as they gasped. “What the fu--”

“That’s.” Chai started, pointing his finger at them. “So. Cool! Like, I can hear you talk through your cello! How freaky is that?!”

He danced across the stage as if he won the lottery because of that revelation. The guy was still playing but it was noticeably more slowed down as they stared at Chai. “How-this isn’t even possible. I’m playing the notes to the song--”

“But I can still understand you!” Chai exclaimed, running up to them and appraising them like they were made out of diamonds. “Man, this is so crazy! It’s like we got this special connection that lets us talk to one ano--”

“No, don’t finish that sentence.” They played with fear. “I don’t wanna think about that.”

Their face soon turned into worry, glancing at a space behind Chai as he noticed their hands tensing against their cello. He turned around, spotting a man in striking red surrounded by more rich people. Before he could say something, they adjusted their grip as they strummed their bow against the strings. Before he knew it, a force pushed him back from the stage, Chai crashing down on the seats as he sat up in shock.

They jumped from the stage, landing gracefully in front of Chai as their feet turned into wheels. Energy was pumping through their cello and Chai could feel the vibrations through his chest as he scurried to stand up. They glared at Chai, bow poised at the neck, ready to blast another attack.

“Well, I guess negotiations are off the table.” He noted, getting his guitar back as he readied his stance.

Yes or no?

Let's go! (Yeah)

You're coming with me

Let's take a dive (dive)

Meet at the rainbow

9:45 (five)

Wear something trashy (woo!)

That's what I like (yeah)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me?

They skated across the area, confusing Chai as his eyes tried to keep up. Hearing the next beat, he raised his guitar to block a sound wave and parried it back towards them. They staggered back and Chai took the opportunity to grapple towards them and strike them with his guitar. He had a few good hits in before they played their cello and the sound pushed them away.

They twirled around, cello spinning alongside them as they flourished their bow. Playing some complex notes, Chai was completely flabbergasted when moving figures made from sound waves erupted from the ground like… like daisies! And these daisies are aiming at him like he was target practice!

He nabbed 808, the cat not even turning back to normal as he yelled at their ear. "Peppermint, just what the hell is this guy about?!"

"I-I don't know! I haven't breached that far into their files!" She quickly explained. "Just-try not to die out there, okay? Back up's on the way!"

He let go of 808, the cat glaring at him from his manhandling. "You better hope that I won't tattle on your mom because of this!"

You're coming with me

Let's take a dive (dive)

Meet at the rainbow

9:45 (five)

Wear something trashy (woo!)

That's what I like (yeah)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' for me?

He tried to rush the figures but before he could land a hit, one of them exploded, but it brought him closer to you as you slugged him across the room with your cello as if it was a baseball bat. A pained yelp escaped his lips, his body crashing once more against an unsuspecting waiter droid as they poofed from existence, leaving behind their scrap parts. Picking himself back up, Chai flourished his guitar before pinging Peppermint.

The girl dropped down, spinning her guns before shooting at the figures. “You got this, Chai!”

Chai ran ahead, the figures disappearing when they got too close. Jumping up in the air, he raised his guitar before slamming it down on the ground where they were. Not letting them recover, he continued his onslaught, each strike on-point to the beat before returning the same slug that they did to him. Their body flew across this room, hitting the seats close to where he saw the red man.

Speaking of him, he went closer to them, whispering closely to their ear. Their face went from pained, to shock, and then to desperation, and Chai’s interest was piqued. What did he say that made them act up like that?

Before he could lay out a quip, they stood up hastily. They brandished their cello once more, playing another string of complex notes as the figures conglomerated into one figure. A breathless squeak escaped Chai’s throat as he gaped at the gargantuan monster that stood behind them. And oh of course, the monster has fists the size of Macaron, of course!

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (Tell me, baby)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, me through)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (anyways)

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Chai gulped nervously before he raised his guitar. This was just as worse as fighting a giant mechanical werewolf. Before he could move, they charged forward, the monster raising its fist and Chai panicked. He called in Macaron as the large man struggled in blocking the gargantuan fist.

Chai let out a hasty apology before he jumped on the monster’s arm and ran across it. Before he could even move, the guy jumped on the same arm and pointed his bow at Chai. He rolled his eyes before twirling his guitar and did the same pose as them. For a moment, he swore he saw their mouth tug upwards before they surged forward. He blocked the first blow from the cello then rolled away from the swipe of their bow before he called in Peppermint and let her shoot them. As they were blocking the bullets, Chai went past the girl before he swung his guitar from the ground up.

However, he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. A giant fist grabbed Chai, stopping him from doing his attack as he got raised towards the monster’s face. Even though it didn’t have a real ‘face’, Chai can’t help but feel deja vu in this situation. Just what was with him and being grabbed all the damn time?

“Chai, duck!” A familiar voice yelled. Immediately tucking his head down to his chest, he felt the telltale cyclones strike the monster’s face as they let him go. Taking his chance, Chai went back, running towards the stunned cello player when the monster was destroyed as his beaten guitar suddenly transformed into a sparkling new one.

“Sorry,” he started, “it’s curtains for you.”

The guitar made a direct hit towards the guy’s stomach and Chai does not envy the way their breath flew out of their lungs. Their body flew across the room, hitting the stage as it got destroyed. Not only that, the force of the crash made the curtains hanging on fall down, practically closing in on them.

Woo!

Are you coming with me?

Let's take a dive (dive)

Meet at the rainbow

9:45 (not a second later)

Wear something trashy

That's what I like (that's what I like)

We're on the rooftop

Jumpin' off the sides (jumpin' off the sides)

Are you fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa fallin' (woo!), fallin for me?

Fallin' with me

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

And with that, the final note came to an end and Chai couldn’t help but pat himself on the back. “This looks like a job well done!”

Familiar footsteps walked towards him and he didn’t need to turn around to see the familiar strong woman of the group give him a dead stare. “Sure, let’s not talk about how much property damage you’ve done.”

He waved her off. “Eh, just put in on my tab.”

She raised her hand before putting it down. “I-that’s not how that works-you know what, nevermind. Job well done, Chai.”

He let the praise get into his head until Korsica walked past him. He watched as she removed the curtains and picked up the person with ease, throwing them over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She snapped her fingers and soon two droids marched behind Chai. “Get their weapons. I’m bringing them in for questioning.”

“Ooohh,” Chai drawled out, stepping closer to her, “another Korsica interrogation? Mind if I help?”

She shrugged. “Sure, I can do the talking and you can be intimidating.”

He nodded at her words, a smirk already forming on his lips. “Yeaah, that’s what I wanna hear! I wanna get them to fess up with just one look!”

The ‘look’ that he was going for looked like he was trying to pop a blood vessel. Korsica patted his head. “I’m already quaking in my boots.”

“Good job, guys.” Peppermint’s voice rang through 808. “You can bring them here, Korsica. I got my own beef with them.”

A barely noticeable smile was painted on Korsica’s face when she heard Peppermint’s voice. “Whatever you say.”

She aptly ignored the way Chai was doing smooching faces when she responded. Raising her hand, she squished Chai’s cheeks. “Don’t you have a more pressing matter to attend to?”

He struggled to get out of her grip as he placed his fists on his hips. “This interrogation is a very pressing matter! I don’t wanna miss out on this!”

Korsica fondly rolled her eyes. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

#hi fi rush x reader #hi fi rush #hi fi rush chai #hi fi rush chai x reader #series #mara.works #mara.series: the takes over the breaks over #chai x reader

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marahuyos · 1 year

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Oh dan heng is free dw we're getting him at the start

Save MC by giving them CPR

dan heng x gn!reader

mara’s words: that clip where danheng deadass was gonna do cpr despite not knowing made my heart flutter like goddamn–haven’t felt this in a whole while

This was supposed to be an easy express trip towards space. How did it ever come to this?

Ah… you were probably traumatized by trains now.

You could only think of one person who slaps a person’s cheek to wake them up as if it was normal.

“Please don’t slap them again.” Dan Heng, another Trailblazer like her, admonished. “I don’t think they want to be woken up with swollen cheeks.

Dan Heng gave her a pointed look. “That’s what your concerned about?”

The male sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, if none of what you’re doing is working… maybe we should try CPR?”

She blinked. “C-CPR? But… I don’t know how to—”

From behind, the light bulb of a nearby lamppost flared to life.

“Why don’t you do it?!” She exclaimed, a smile so wide it borderlined into manic. Dan Heng even had to step back in fear of the excitement of the amnesiac.

His eyes flit from her to your unconscious body. “M-Me? Why?”

“Forgive me,” He whispered your name before placing his mouth on top of yours, quickly blowing in air into your lungs.

… Your lips were comforting against his.

So unlike him, he was so into the “CPR” that he didn’t hear March 7th rapidly pumping the air with her fists with a smug look on her face.

Despite the residual fog in your head, you sat up straight, also covering your mouth and stared wide-eyed at your crush until you turned towards March 7th’s victorious humming.

Inside the train station, two resounding slaps echoed alongside pained yelps.

extra:

“So worth it.” She said to herself before using her own ice element to cool the swelling of her cheeks.

#so says my friend who managed to get into the beta #so yeah dan heng is permanent but idk about the others

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marahuyos · 1 year

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The prereg on android is here and im one step closer to dan heng

Save MC by giving them CPR

dan heng x gn!reader

mara’s words: that clip where danheng deadass was gonna do cpr despite not knowing made my heart flutter like goddamn–haven’t felt this in a whole while

This was supposed to be an easy express trip towards space. How did it ever come to this?

Ah… you were probably traumatized by trains now.

You could only think of one person who slaps a person’s cheek to wake them up as if it was normal.

“Please don’t slap them again.” Dan Heng, another Trailblazer like her, admonished. “I don’t think they want to be woken up with swollen cheeks.

Dan Heng gave her a pointed look. “That’s what your concerned about?”

The male sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, if none of what you’re doing is working… maybe we should try CPR?”

She blinked. “C-CPR? But… I don’t know how to—”

From behind, the light bulb of a nearby lamppost flared to life.

“Why don’t you do it?!” She exclaimed, a smile so wide it borderlined into manic. Dan Heng even had to step back in fear of the excitement of the amnesiac.

His eyes flit from her to your unconscious body. “M-Me? Why?”

“Forgive me,” He whispered your name before placing his mouth on top of yours, quickly blowing in air into your lungs.

… Your lips were comforting against his.

So unlike him, he was so into the “CPR” that he didn’t hear March 7th rapidly pumping the air with her fists with a smug look on her face.

Despite the residual fog in your head, you sat up straight, also covering your mouth and stared wide-eyed at your crush until you turned towards March 7th’s victorious humming.

Inside the train station, two resounding slaps echoed alongside pained yelps.

extra:

“So worth it.” She said to herself before using her own ice element to cool the swelling of her cheeks.

#hes coming he will be my babygirl #jin yuan will be there too

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