#hope yall like this i wrote it within an hour lmao 😭

[kirishwima]

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'And that concludes today's class. Please start working on your projects in due time. Delays will not be tolerated.'

With that the once quiet classroom began to bustle with life and chatter, students shuffling out their seats and towards the doors in search of food, coffee, some dashing to get to their next class.

And you..you were stuck in your seat, cursing whichever fate decided to play tricks on you.

Belphegor is still fast asleep besides you, dark hair falling over his eyes as he nuzzles his face into his folded arms. You never understood what kind of gall he must have, to nap so openly in the front row of the class.

You were tempted to pinch your friend awake. Still, you had more pressing matters to attend to.

Turning your attention to the back of the class, up to the final row of seats you take note of him; he's sat there, his feet crossed and sprawled over the seat in front of him, his phone blocking your view to his face, though you could picture what kind of expression he must've been sporting; blue eyes focused on whichever gambling game took hold of his attention for the day, white hair fluffy and juxtaposing his dark skin, lips in a lazy smirk as he looked over his winnings.

Of all the people in this class, why did you have to be paired with the one person you knew, instinctively, you could never get along with?

Still, the decision has been made-and gathering the last bit of your resolve, you gather your bag and get out of your seat, heading up the stairs towards your fate, who was still oblivious to your presence.

You come to a halt besides him, planting your feet securely to the ground, chin held high.

Many would've been intimidated to be talking to one of 'the campus' demons'. This family's notoriety was well known amongst your peers, how these seven brothers were all named after demons, how each of them was more peculiar than the other.

And yet in their oddness there's intrigue, and people can't help but be fascinated with the lot. From the eldest brothers stoic ruby eyes, to the sleepy younger brother you've somehow befriended, everyone in campus peers at them with a sense of curiosity, the weird becomes popular, and every single person wants a glimpse into their devilish world.

Still, you're not intimidated. You've somehow befriended half their family, after all.

You clear your throat, waiting for Mammon to show any sign of recognition. He doesn't. Instead he furrows his brows, taps harder at his phone screen.

You take a step closer-can smell his sandalwood cologne and catch a glimpse of his screen-todays' gamble's Blackjack, it seems.

'Mammon?'

He clicks his tongue. Doesn't turn to look at you.

'What?' is all he says, short and curt, tone rivaling Satan's, back when you first met him.

'I'm Y/N. We got paired up for the project. Can you put your phone down for a minute so we can discuss it?'

He steals a glance your way and groans.

'Ugh, seriously? Of all the people I had to get paired with the biggest nerd in class?!'

He maintains his air of nonchalance through it all, promptly returning his attention back to his phone- grating your nerves further. What the fuck-what the actual fuck? Who does this dude think he is?

He's met his match, it seems, when you don't back down from the challenge-instead you lean closer, planting yourself between him and the view to his phone screen.

'Okay, listen here', you start, 'I did not ask to be paired up with you, and to be quite blunt, I'm not that fond of you either dude. But the pairing's final, and neither of us can do anything about it, except get it over with as quickly as possible, and then go our separate ways. Okay?'

He falters at that-at your close proximity, at your words, you're not sure-still, you hold his gaze, unfazed by the swirling golden hues dipped in blue and the strong angles of his face. You really, really don't care, you convince yourself, even as you feel your pulse quicken.

'I-Okay, fine' he resigns, sighs when you lean back away from him with a nod.

He clicks his tongue, shuffles in his seat to stand up, flings his backpack over his shoulder as he does. He towers over you, but you hold your ground, squaring your jaw and turning your head up to look him in the eye.

'So. What do we do then?'

You hum. You uh..hadn't thought ahead that far.

You're quick to think up a plan though, not willing to let this man catch you offguard.

'Give me your phone number' you say, 'and let's plan when and where to meet up so we can start working on the project and dividing the work. Is Saturday okay for you?'

You go through the details of the when and where with him, saving his phone number in your phone under his full name.

'Is that all? Can I leave now?' he asks with a grumble and you nod, staring daggers at his retreating figure when he dashed away without as much as a goodbye.

You look back to your phone screen, where his contact page is gleaming in your phone.

You change his name to 'Mammon :|' in one final act of defiance.

You can't wait to get this project over with.

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Bet on me, Baby-Part 1

-masterlist-

#obey me!! #obey me mammon #mammon smau #reader x mammon #obey me x reader #obey me smau #obey me text au #mammon x you #obey me belphegor #obey me beel #hope yall like this i wrote it within an hour lmao 😭 #i havent written anything in SO LONG this is kinda my warm up back into writing lol #this will mostly be written fic and partly texts I think! we'll see how it goes

[cityofdreams-writing]

I Will Always Wait

Rating: M

Pairing: Bang Chan x M!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Lots of angst, major feels, major character death, death, sadness, no swearing for once. I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: You find out that your boyfriend is being forced to marry...but you know you will wait for him forever.

Notes: This was the prompt:

"WARNING: MENTION OF SUICIDE. I was just sitting alone and cant get this angst idea out of my mind: The idol (top) is a rich heir and the reader (bottom) is just a commoner. The idol was forced by his family to get married and need to break up with the reader. The reader was so sad but he managed to say, "i will wait for you till i'm 30. If you dont find me by then, i will move on and find another guy" (lets say rn they are 24). The reader wait year after year. And then his 30th birthday almost come. 10 minutes before 12 am, he committed suicide, as if declaring that he will wait for the idol forever as he will never be 30. Gosh, this kind of story always makes my heart goes brr. Wish someone write a fic using this idea PLEASE REBLOG UNTIL A WRITER DECIDES TO WRITE THIS FIC IM BEGGING YALL 😭"

@pervy-az I hope this satisfies you, but I apologize if it seems rushed, I wrote this at like 3 AM last night so bear with me please lmao. Thanks for the prompt!

Also, annyeonghaseyo yowrobun (Hello everyone), I'm finally back, feeling a little better (mentally, physically I am sick right now lmao), and back with a story. No, I'm not coming off hiatus right now, as I don't really feel ready yet to continue the series I have going, or the request that I have pending right now. But I hope you do enjoy this.

Soundtrack: Click!

"(Y/N)..."

"(Y/N)?"

"(Y/N)!!"

You woke with a gasp. Your brother, Lee Felix, or Lixie, as you called him, tapped his foot angrily. His clothes were all dirty and ripped again...you sighed internally.

"I'm up, I'm up, hyung." You sleepily grumbled and raked a hand through your already-wild curls, messing it up even more with your hand.

"Come on. Eomma said we had to go shopping." Felix rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on, not again." You groaned at the mere thought of going with your brother for the third time this week to the stinky market.

"Get ready, Seungmin and I be waiting for you downstairs, 'kay?" With that, Felix shut the door softly behind him as he left.

You stood there for a moment, your shoulders slumping as you considered your fate.

You groaned, dragging yourself to the bathroom and cleaning yourself up.

You headed downstairs and gave your mom a sleepy hug, which she graciously accepted, chuckling at your groggy state.

You headed out with your brothers with the promise to be back in a maximum of two hours.

You talked and smiled with your brothers all the way to the market, where a hooded figure yanked you by your dirty sleeve into a shaded alleyway, not noticing how shabby the alley actually looked.

Not knowing who it was, you pushed the figure to the ground and snarled at a filthy vendor trying to sell you some suspicious looking plants.

The vendor backed away, whimpering at your ferocious temper.

"Show yourself." You growled lowly, yanking the person to their feet. The person didn't resist as they were manhandled by you. In fact, they seemed almost…melancholy. Or despairing.

The figure removed their hood, revealing…your boyfriend.

Christopher Bang.

The boy all the girls wanted, and if there were boys who were straight within a one-mile radius, Chris could make them fall in love with him with just a look. He was beautiful, handsome, and he could speak eloquently.

Guess who he was.

The prince. The rich heir to the throne. Since he was the only child in the family, he got everything.

But…that came with a few disadvantages.

Soft lips brushed over yours, surprising you at first and pulling you out of your thoughts, but then you closed your eyes as you cradled his soft cheek and slowly sunk into the kiss, and he pulled you close, wrapping his muscular arms around your neck.

He sighed as he pulled away, hugging you and resting his head on your chest (you were taller than him).

"Baby…I missed you…" Your words were soft as you gently stroked his pretty golden hair, playing with the strands between your fingers.

Chris smiled sadly. "I missed you too, love…but…I have bad news, and I don't want to hide this any longer."

You quirked an eyebrow. What could possibly be going wrong?

"As you know, Mum and Dad don't know that we're in a relationship…"

"Mhm?"

"T-they're forcing me to get married to a girl from another kingdom. They say it's gonna be good for the family…" Chris broke off, in tears at this point.

You were shocked, and it showed, but you weren't angry. It wasn't his fault anyway. "How long, Chris? How long have you been hiding it?"

His head fell, trying to swipe away the tears away fruitlessly.

”T-two months…I don’t even like the girl! I'm so sorry baby, we have to break up, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore…"

You tore up, muffling your sobs in his hair. You didn't know about this, but you were not mad at all, just sad and shocked.

Your voice cracked and warbled, but you managed to say something and break the heavy silence between you two.

"Tell you what, Chris…I-I will wait for you until I'm 30. If you don't find me by then, I will find someone else and move on. Okay?" You wiped your tears away, and his too.

"O-okay…I am so sorry, (Y/N)…"

"It's okay, Prince Bang, I understand. Goodbye." You smiled a forlorn smile, kissing his head one last time, hiding your tears as you walked away and disappeared into the crowd. He hated that title that you had used on him.

That was your last kiss with him.

You acted like you were okay all the way through the shopping trip, hiding everything in your heart, and then you went home with them. They went their separate ways to do their chores, and you broke down.

Your mom knew that you were dating the prince, so when you explained why your eyes were red and puffy, she put down her sewing kit and held you in her arms like you were a baby until you were exhausted from crying. She knew you loved him a lot.

"Eomma, why is love so painful?" You sniffled, curling up in your mother's lap.

"I don't know, (Y/N)-ie…trust me, if I knew, I would tell you…I mean, I went through a lot of pain when I lost your father…" She trailed off, her hands stopping the soothing stroking of your hair, the memory seeming too painful for her to breach.

It was much of the same for six years. Cry every time you saw the palace, try to forget, wallow in the pain, act like you were fine…

Six years later, your 30th birthday was coming up. In 10 minutes, actually. 11:50 PM, you looked at the time. You sprinted up to your bedroom, where you quickly and shakily penned a note to your family through your tears. You left it in the room, and climbed out of the window, up to the roof.

"See? He forgot you. You should have just moved on…you knew this would happen. What's the point of living now? You were stupid because love blinded you to see what was happening! Such an idiot."

Your head clouded with negative thoughts, and yet…

You forced a smile through your tears, which were wetting your chin at this point.

"I will always wait for you, baby." You whispered softly to the silent night.

Five minutes before the clock struck 12, you were gone.

When the prince, now king, found out that you had died a few hours later, on your birthday, he mourned for you, crying for hours on end, wanting to save you.

The same night, at 6:35 AM, just as the sun started to rise, he joined you in heaven.

"You don’t have to wait for me anymore, love, I'm here now."

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