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I’d like to formally apologize to everyone who’s currently getting emails that I approved their comments on my smut fics from like 2 years ago. I forgot I had comment approval on and am just now going through my AO3 inbox lmaoooo

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I've been looking for saeran x reader x saeyoung fics or just saeran x reader and i couldn't find much, until i found your blog. And oh my god?? This is like a hidden treasure?!? Your writing is so damn beautiful I'm in love. Honestly you provide so much quality content. YOU NEED MORE RECOGNITION!!!!!! 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Hi there! First off, thank you so much for this wonderful and lovely message!! It was very nice to wake up to this morning! I haven’t written anything in a long, long time (almost a year, yikes) and it’s very nice to know that people are still out there appreciating the content I’ve posted!

That being said, I’m going to take this opportunity to soapbox a bit, and I genuinely hope you don’t think this is directed specifically at you, because it’s not just you, it’s a lot of people on this site lately.

The best way to give a content creator more recognition is to reblog their works.

Posts like this have been making the rounds on tumblr for literal years, and it still baffles me that people will go onto a content creator’s blog, not reblog any of their posts, and then say that creator deserves more recognition. You are actively denying us more recognition when you refuse to reblog our works. This is true for all content creators - artists, gif makers, cosplayers - but it is especially true for authors, for one simple reason.

If you ‘like’ a fanfic without reblogging it, we literally don’t even know whether or not you actually read the fic.

Giving likes on tumblr is not the same as giving kudos on ao3. To give kudos, you have to view the fic, and get all the way to the bottom to get to the button. If you give kudos on a fic, the author knows you actually read it. When other readers see a fic with 200 kudos, they know that means 200 other people have already read this fic and liked it. 

But liking a post on tumblr does not mean you read it. You can like a post without clicking the read more link, without even scrolling to the bottom of the post if you’re on mobile and have the double-tap to like feature enabled. A whole lot of people like fics to bookmark them for later - I know, I’m one of them. “Oh, that sounds good! I don’t have time/energy to read it right now, but I don’t want to lose it.” So you like the post, and it’s easy to find when you have time. But once I’ve read a fic, I reblog it so that 1) the author knows I’ve read it, and 2) my followers see that I read it and liked it enough to share it. This is how you get creators more recognition!

Very, very frequently, people will come to this page and like all, or a handful, of my fics, and then never interact with those posts or me again. Did any of those people read any of those fics? Did they read some of them, but not others? Did they all get lost in those peoples’ likes, never to actually be read? I have no idea. You could like a post and go back and reread it from your likes 100 times, or you could like the post and then it gets buried and you never actually read it, and the author will never know the difference. That’s why I mentioned - if you see a fic with 200 kudos on ao3, you know 200 people have read and liked that fic. But if you see a fic with 200 notes on tumblr, and only 30 of those notes are reblogs, you only know for sure that 30 people have read that fic. And honestly, probably less, since authors tend to reblog our own works multiple times.

Sometimes, people will reply to fic posts, or send messages (like you have) and those are very, very nice notifications to get! It’s validation, and it lets me know that you personally have actually read the fics you’ve liked. But even more often than people liking all of my fics without reblogging them, I mostly get people who follow this blog without ever interacting with a single one of my posts. 

My fic with the highest note count here on tumblr has 219 notes. 165 likes. 52 reblogs.

Second place has 170. 132 likes. 37 reblogs.

The next one after that has 84. 64 likes and 20 reblogs. It just keeps going down exponentially from there. I think I only have 3 or 4 other fics with more than 20 notes.

And the sad thing is, I do have recognition. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve joined mm discord groups and people have been starstruck to talk to me, like I’m some kind of celebrity. I’m blown away by it every single time, because so few people interact with my fics that I never expect so many people to have read them.

So, just to be clear: YES, comment on fics! YES, send messages to authors you love! YES, like the posts! 

But if you want creators to get more recognition, you need to reblog those posts as well!

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Hii~ I just wanted to stop by and say I read your valentines fic about Saeyoung and MC and I LOVED IT. It was so cute and sweet ;-; and your writing is very good!! 💖🍦Have a great day!! :D

Oh! Thank you so much!! ♥ ♥ Sorry for the late reply to this ask, I genuinely thought I had answered it already ^^;;;

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Uhhh, I know you mostly write for the Choi twins, and we love and appreciate you for it, but that V/MC snippet is looking amazing 👀 is there any chance of you posting it in the future? Or are these snippets from completely abandoned stories?

I would really like to finish it!! I'm very proud of what I have written for it so far, I've just been in a funk and haven't really been able to write in a good few months now ^^;

None of the stories are completely abandoned, they're all things I want to revisit and potentially finish once I get my groove back!

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👀x4. do it no balls

okay you asked for it broski but be aware that you’re getting all the Nasty ones

end of year WIP meme! send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of writing that i never got around to finishing this year

1. the v/mc first time request that i still talk about constantly

The pair undressed each other with slow, reverent hands, their eyes drinking in each inch of skin revealed upon the other. MC’s fingers traced the still-bandaged stab wound on V’s abdomen, a frown on her lips and concern in her eyes. V’s hand quickly entwined itself with her own, pulling it away.  

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he assured, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. “I’ll be fine.”

2. the choi sand which spit roasting fic that I promised on discord like a year ago

You awaken to the darkness, swaddled in blankets, the warmth of one of your boyfriends beside you, and a need burning in your core. Your hips lift from the bed, seeking out a body that isn’t there. Whose bed were you in tonight, again? You roll your head to the side, checking the time on the cat-eared digital clock on the bedside table. Saeyoung’s room, definitely; and only a couple hours had passed since the two of you had laid down. 

…You would still have time to get plenty of sleep if you woke him up now. Better yet, it was early enough that Saeran, night owl that he was, would probably still be awake and ready to join in, if you so asked. And God, did you want both of them tonight.

3. a scrapped ray/mc fic featuring ray’s BE1

Ray’s breath stutters as you pull his hand to your breasts. You tease his fingertips over your nipples, cup his palm around one breast, squeeze your hand over his to encourage him to fondle you. He complies, massaging your breast gently when you let your hand slip away, then moving his attention to the other and repeating the action. He leans in close and his eyes meet yours. His gaze is dark, full of desire; your favorite look on him. 

“What does my goddess wish of me?” he asks, voice breathy, still seeking permission.

4. just for funsies and for the sake of not making this entire answer Naughty here’s an excerpt from the rough draft of the fic my girls hae-won and sunhee are in!!

Saeran reaches out, lifts her chin until she meets his eyes. “You and I are the same,” he says, compassion in his gaze for the first time since she’d met him. “I could feel it, when I found your profile. That was why it had to be you. That’s why you’re here.”

The intrusive feeling Hae-Won had felt when he told her all he’d found about her started to subside. She realized: he knew her better than anyone else ever had, ever could - better than her parents, better than her therapist, better than Sunhee - and he… had been drawn to her. She’d spent so many years pushing people away, terrified that if anyone knew the real her, they would abandon her. But here Saeran was, telling her they were the same, telling her he knew everything she’d ever struggled to hide, and he had seen potential in her anyway. She cocked her head to the side, seeing Saeran in an entirely new light.

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👀

end of year WIP meme! send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of writing that i never got around to finishing this year

this here is from a Very Weird Fic i wrote which is actually finished but it’s so weird I almost don’t wanna post it lol the gist is that the choi twins switch bodies accidentally

Two sets of eyelids start to sink, despite their owners’ best attempts at holding them open. Neither of them can afford to lose, neither of them can bear the thought of what might happen to the lives they work so hard to protect should they fail, but neither of them can carry on any longer. Two young men slump forward in their computer chairs, unconsciousness being the only winner of this war.

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Magefeathers’ Fic Masterlist

Updated 25th December 2019

SFW

“Just for Tonight” | Saeran [Unknown] x MC, 707 & MC | 2,900 words

Inspired by the birthday event chat with Unknown by himself. (Transcript included for anyone who didn’t get the chat.) MC goes to meet the mysterious hacker for ice cream and star gazing, and something about him reminds her of Seven in a way she can’t quite explain.

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“Show Me” | Zen x Reader | 850 words

Zen was usually so careful about making sure you stayed at your own place for the duration of the full moon, so you never bothered to keep track of the lunar cycle on your own. To wake up in his bed with his werewolf form curled around you was a surprise to say the least, though not an unwelcome one by any means.

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“Saeyoung’s Valentine Bistro” | Saeyoung x MC | 4,500 words

AU where the twins reunite without the help of MC. Saeyoung and Saeran go out for an ice cream bro-date for Valentine’s Day to commiserate over their lack of girlfriends, and Saeyoung ends up falling in love with the clerk.

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“Dawn” | Saeran [Ray Route Good End] x MC2 | 2,440 words

After being gone for nearly a month over the holidays, Saeran comes home to MC with an early morning surprise.

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“Christmas Break” | Saeran [Ray] x Reader | 1,710 words

Ray takes you to the Mint Eye Christmas party… only to tell you that he isn’t allowed to take the night off, despite having put so much effort into setting up. You aren’t about to stand for that. (Possibly to be continued, eventually)

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“Between Us” | Saeyoung x MC x Saeran | 1,445 words

MC and her twin boyfriends try their hardest to find a matching trio costume before the RFA’s Halloween party.

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“What You Do To Me” | Mild NSFW | Saeyoung x MC | 1,080 words

MC discovers that her husband is ticklish, and absolutely uses this to her advantage. (Possibly to be continued, eventually)

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“A Lonely Night” | Saeran [Secret End] & MC, Saeyoung x MC | 4,080 words

Saeran copes with separation anxiety in Saeyoung’s absence by sleeping in his bed. MC sneaks into her boyfriend’s bed, not knowing he isn’t home, and finds his brother there instead.

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“When the Seasons Change” | Saeran [Ray Route Good End] x Reader | 1,075 words

Saeran reflects on the seasons of his life, and how they have brought him to you.

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“Conception” | Saeran [Unknown] x Reader | 2,500 words

You’re a faithful Believer of Mint Eye, a perfectly average cult member, before the day the Savior comes to you with the offer of a special assignment. She offers you the highest honor: the opportunity to be the mother of the first child born in Magenta. Who would be the father, you ask? Only Mint Eye’s strongest and most faithful believer, of course. Unknown.

Warnings: Lowkey Breeding Kink, Biting, Marking, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Penis-in-Vagina Sex

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“A Little Nibble” | Saeyoung x Reader | 1,670 words

You don’t necessarily want to distract Saeyoung from his work, but you do want to cuddle. And maybe give his neck a little nibble.

Warnings: Mild Sexual Content, Biting, Foreplay, Light Nipple Play, Cuddling, No Sex

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“Catharsis” | Saeran [Ray Route Good End] x Reader | 3,455 words

When you finally admit to Saeran that his abrasive alter-ego aroused you a little bit more than he scared you, Saeran surprises you with his willingness to step back into the role for your pleasure.

Warnings: All Safe, Sane, and Consensual! Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Gagging, Hair Pulling, Verbal Humiliation, Dom/sub, Unprotected Penis-in-Vagina Sex

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“spin my world into chaos” | Saeran [Ray, Dark Saeran] x Reader | 8,540 words

Rewrite of Ray Route Day 9. How I imagine things would have gone if you could call Dark Saeran out on the fact that he basically begs you to kiss him. Once you realize that as much as Saeran wants to feel powerful, he wants to feel loved even more, all of his actions start making a lot more sense.

Warnings: Route-Typical Angst, Sexual Tension, Pining, An Excess of Foreplay, Over-Stimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Penis-in-Vagina Sex, Really Soft Saeran

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“Alive” | Saeyoung x Reader x Saeran | 6,900 words

Vampire AU. When a set of sexy twins pick you up at a bar on Halloween night, you aren’t expecting to be going home with the monster you’d dressed up as.

Warnings: Vampire Sex, Romanticized Blood Drinking, Over-Stimulation, Multiple Orgasms

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“Maybe It’ll Be Incredible” | Saeran [Unknown] x Reader, past 707 x Reader | 5,130 words

An AU of 707 Route Bad End 1. Unknown ties you up and sends provocative photos of the two of you to Seven to taunt him. Can be read as a stand-alone, if the smut is all you’re interested in.

Warnings: Dubious Consent (due to kidnapping, stockholm syndrome), Light Bondage, Marking, Exhibitionism, Un-negotiated Kink, Unprotected Penis-in-Vagina sex

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“Returning the Favor” | Saeran [Unknown] x Reader, one-sided 707 x Reader | 5,640 words

Sister piece / sequel to “Maybe It’ll Be Incredible.” Can be read as a stand-alone. Seven’s reaction to Unknown’s taunts, and the realization that he’s lost in more ways than one.

Warnings: Forced Voyeurism, Dubious Consent, Mentions of r*** (Seven debating whether or not That is what he’s seeing), Panic Responses - including hyperventilation, vomiting, and intense feelings of guilt

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end of year WIP meme!

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

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Just for Tonight

Title: Just for Tonight

Pairing: Saeran x MC, 707 & MC

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,900

Summary: Inspired by the birthday event chat with Unknown by himself. (Transcript included for anyone who didn’t get the chat.) MC goes to meet the mysterious hacker for ice cream and star gazing, and something about him reminds her of Seven in a way she can’t quite explain.

Unknown: Hi!

Unknown: Long time no see.

Unknown: We chatted before, remember?

Unknown: Thanks to your help back then,

Unknown: I could perform my task without trouble.

Unknown: Oh! It’s nothing strange.

Unknown: I told you I’m studying abroad, remember?

Unknown: But if you don’t remember, well… It can’t be helped.

Unknown: Anyways

Unknown: umm…

Unknown: I’ll be back in Korea today.

Unknown: Remember that I told you

Unknown: I’ll make it up to you if you help me? ^^

Unknown: So

Unknown: do you have time today?

Unknown: Why don’t you join me to see the sky tonight?

Unknown: There is this haven of mine that no one else knows.

Unknown: A place i always visit when i visit korea sometimes.

Unknown: I’d love to go there with you.

Unknown: …

Unknown: To be honest

Unknown: today is my birthday.

Unknown: And you are the only one who could congratulate it for me.

Unknown: You will not regret it

Unknown: if you come to me.

Unknown: I’ll make it a very pleasant day for you.

Unknown: I even made a crown with red roses for you. ^^

Unknown: I’ll bring ice creams too. It’s summer, so it could get hot.

Unknown: Let’s also watch popular Getflix movies these days.

Unknown: I’ll get everything ready.

Unknown: You will join me, won’t you?

Unknown: I’ll be waiting for you, MC.

MC stared down at her phone, confused by the volley of messages she’d just received. She knew she should tell Seven that the hacker was contacting her again, but something made her hesitate. There was a hopefulness to his messages, and an uncertainty that she hadn’t sensed when he was first coaxing her to go to the apartment. Was he serious about this fantasy birthday date with her that he’d laid out in the chatroom? If he was still lying about who he was, surely knowing full well that she knew the truth, then it was no small possibility that he was lying about it being his birthday as well. But if he were lying again, why did his messages come off so anxious this time, when he’d coerced her so smoothly before? She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was just more comfortable with lying than telling the truth.

She chewed at the inside of her cheek as she debated. The chatroom was still open. Was he waiting for her to answer? She pictured him clutching his phone in his hand, staring at the screen expectantly. With that image in mind, she couldn’t find it in her heart to say no.

MC: Okay. Tell me where to meet you.

The sun was already down by the time she arrived at the specified location. He had said it was going to take him a few hours to get back into town, making her wonder for a moment if maybe his foreign student bit wasn’t entirely fake. She didn’t know what to expect when she walked into the forest clearing where he’d said he’d be waiting for her, but what greeted her was… nothing. The clearing was empty. Her brow furrowed, and she turned in place, searching for her mysterious date. When she couldn't find any trace of another person, she pulled her phone out of her purse and opened the map app to make sure she was in the right place. It was then that she heard the rustling of someone approaching through the trees.

"You came," a relieved voice greeted from behind her. When she turned, she found a young man with bleached white hair, dyed pink at the tips, and piercing mint eyes. He wore torn jeans and a white, short-sleeved oxford shirt, unbuttoned over a black tank top. In one hand he carried a small cooler; in the other was the flower crown he’d told her he’d made. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

As she looked him up and down, MC noticed the bottom half of a sleeve tattoo peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his shirt. Her gaze lingered on it, her curiosity piqued. Before she replied, she met the man's eyes.

“You don’t look a whole lot like your picture.”

The hacker laughed, but the sound was tinted with anxiety. “Are you disappointed?” he asked.

MC pursed her lips, shook her head. “Not disappointed. Not surprised, either.” She sent him a teasing grin. “I definitely wouldn’t have trusted you. You just look like a hacker.”

At that, the man frowned. He watched her for a moment, a puzzled furrow to his brow. When he spoke, his voice was low.

“Tonight… I don’t want to be a hacker,” he admitted. “I just want to be a student, back home for his birthday, spending the night with a cute girl.”

This response caught MC off guard, left her floundering in search of a response. The man didn’t give her time to find one. He took a step towards her, and she took a step back. He cocked his head to the side, an amused smile returning to his lips.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like me,” he teased. “You came all this way to see me. You must like me, to do all that.” He took another step forward, and this time she allowed it. MC watched with wary eyes as the stranger approached, stopping before her and setting the cooler down on the ground. When he rose, he placed the flower crown atop her head, adjusting the ribbon to make it a more comfortable fit. Once he was satisfied, he gazed down upon her with a fond smile. MC clutched at the strap of her purse as the warmth of a blush crept across her cheeks.

“You like me enough to pretend, don’t you?” he murmured. “Just for tonight. Pretend I’m an average guy that you met in an average way, and have a nice, pleasant evening with me. That’s… all I want. For my birthday.”

MC was reminded of all of Seven's jokes about the tragedies of being a hacker, how he wasn't allowed to have his own life or family, how he could get in trouble for even being in the RFA, if anyone at his agency found out. Everyone always brushed him off because he was so dramatic about it, and he always came away laughing. Now she wondered if he had been trying to tell them the truth all along. She inspected the man before her, noticed the tension in his stance, the hope in his eyes. Her heart told her that his request was genuine. She smiled at him, and turned slightly away to dig through her purse.

"Happy birthday," she said, presenting him with a thick square wrapped in beach-printed paper. The man furrowed his brow as he took the gift, turning it over in his hands to examine it. MC elaborated, "I didn't know what you would want, so it's nothing special, but… I hope you like it."

He turned his attention from the gift, back to MC. “Any present from you is special to me, princess.”

Her blush deepened at the pet name, a detail that didn’t go unnoticed. He gave her a smirk before returning his gaze to the gift, and tearing into the wrapping paper. He retrieved his prize quickly, pulling the fluffy fabric from its paper confines and letting it unfurl in the breeze.

"A blanket?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. MC shrugged.

"I know it's summer so it might not get much use right now, but I figured anyone would enjoy a nice, soft blanket to wrap up in for winter time."

The man offered one side of the blanket to her. “We can make use of it right now,” he said, nodding at the ground beside them. “So we don’t have to sit in the grass.”

MC smiled, grabbing the edge of the blanket and helping him spread it out over the grass. The man moved the cooler to the center of the blanket, and the two of them sat on opposite sides of it, facing each other.

“I also didn’t know what you would want,” the man said, pulling ice cream cones and a scoop from atop the ice, “so I just… brought a variety.” He then pulled out a tub of three-flavored ice cream, tilting the label toward MC so she could see.

“Well, lucky for me, I like all of those flavors,” she announced, and the man’s shoulders visibly relaxed. He scooped a cone for each of them, making sure they both got a little bit of each flavor, and even pulled out a small bag of decorative chocolate sticks to garnish the cones with.

"Fancy," MC commented, and the man let out a laugh.

When they had their treats he moved the cooler aside, making room for them to sit side by side. He looked up at the stars, and MC followed suit.

"Wow," she breathed, drawing the man's attention back to her. "I hadn't really bothered looking up yet," she explained, casting him a quick glance. "You can see so many stars from out here."

He smiled, returning his gaze to the sky. "There's almost no light pollution this far out. Isn't it beautiful?"

MC could only nod, her words failing her as her eyes flickered from star to star.

The pair sat in silence for a short while, eating their ice creams and admiring the cosmos. The man finished his cone first, laying back on the blanket and folding his hands behind his head when he was done. MC turned to peek over her shoulder, watching him stealthily as she finished her own cone. He'd called this place his haven, and it was easy to see why; he looked so at peace, laying there, watching the stars. It was hard to believe this was the man who had given the RFA so much trouble, who’d had Seven working all hours of the day and night to protect the chatroom's servers. Her mind drifted back to what he'd said in the chatroom: 'To be honest, today's my birthday. And you're the only one who could congratulate it for me.'She wondered what his life was like, why he attacked the RFA, why he had to pretend to be someone else to enjoy his own birthday. She wondered what his life would be like, if he wasn't a hacker.

"So… What can I call you, birthday boy?"

He flinched a bit, not expecting her question. He glanced at her, shrugged, looked back to the sky. "Birthday boy sounds fine to me."

MC pouted. "That's almost as bad as Unknown," she protested. "Surely you have a name."

The man sighed, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze at her with sad eyes. "It's dangerous enough that you know my birthday." His voice was quiet, mournful. It made MC's chest feel tight. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you my name."

Disappointed, but not wanting to put a damper on their night, MC laid down beside him. He settled back down onto his back, and MC scooted closer. She tucked herself against his side, and his body went rigid beside her. She tilted her head to peer up at him.

“Is… this okay?” she asked, hopeful. A bright pink blush bloomed across his face right in front of her eyes.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, averting his gaze. “It- it’s fine.”

MC smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. After he’d had a few minutes to calm down, he began telling her about the stars. He murmured soft words into the flowers adorning her hair, telling her the stories of the constellations while one hand pointed out the stars in question and the other arm not-so-subtly wrapped around her shoulders. MC soaked up the stories like a dry sponge, fascinated by the amount of knowledge he had on the subject.

“You’re a twin, right?” she asked suddenly, and the man went stiff again.

“What?” His voice was tense, his arm had tightened around her shoulders, and MC looked up at him with a furrowed brow.

“A gemini,” she clarified. “Isn’t it still gemini season?”

He exhaled a deep breath that sounded a little too much like a sigh of relief, causing MC further confusion as he returned his eyes to the sky.

“Yes. There’s gemini over there.”

She watched his finger move from star to star, tracing the outline of the twins, and she smiled. Tucking her curiosity away, she pushed herself up on one elbow and grinned down at him.

“How about one of those Getflix movies you promised me?”

-:-

By the time she got back to the apartment, it had reached that time of night where it was hard to tell whether to call it late or early. She got cleaned up and changed for bed, and promptly dropped herself onto her mattress.

Despite her fatigue, MC’s mind wouldn’t keep quiet. She was still reeling from the realization that the RFA’s biggest enemy wasn’t actually a bad guy. Despite the difference in personality, he’d reminded her so much of Seven; just a young man who’d been forced into being something he didn’t want to be, keeping his potentially tragic past all to himself. Her thoughts turned again to all of Seven’s jokes, to the inescapable feeling that they really were cries for help. Rolling towards the bedside table, she grabbed her phone.

MC: You still up?

The response was almost immediate.

707: Yup yup. Something wrong?

MC: Can I call you?

The speed with which the phone started to ring told her she should have given more of an answer.

“Everything’s fine,” she assured as soon as she accepted the call. Seven sighed with relief. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to talk.”

“At this hour?” Seven asked with a dramatic gasp. “Methinks sweet MC is looking for a scandal!” MC giggled in response.

“I just got home!” she cried in her defense.

“Ooh~ So there is a scandal,” Seven prodded. “Just none for poor, lonely Seven Zero Seven!” He sniffled for added effect, and MC felt her chest tighten.

“I was… out with a friend. We had a long night,” she explained. “But, Seven… That’s what I wanted to call you about.”

“To help bury the scandal?” His voice was entirely too excited at the prospect.

“To…? No, I meant… So you wouldn’t be lonely.”

There was a pause, and then Seven laughed, but the sound was a few shades darker than his usual delighted peel. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I was with Madam Vanderwood all day. It was only a joke!”

MC took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to explain herself without giving away the details of her night.

“I know, you’re always joking,” she said. “But, if you ever weren’t joking… I mean… I guess I just wanted you to know that you could talk to me. If you wanted to. Or rather, if you needed to.”

A longer pause, another laugh. This one was decidedly sad.

“Are you a mind reader, MC?” His voice sounded hollow, and it turned MC’s stomach to knots. She’d never talked to him on the phone while he was upset, only in the chatroom.

“Talk to me,” she coaxed.

Seven took a deep breath, and heaved a long sigh.

“Do you remember me telling you about… my other half?” he asked. “The person I can only meet in my dreams?”

MC nodded, the phone call in question returning to her mind. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Well… Today - or, yesterday now - was that person’s birthday.”

MC’s eyes widened, as pieces she didn’t realize were from the same puzzle started to fit together.

‘It’s dangerous enough that you know my birthday. I can’t tell you my name.’

The way the hacker had tensed when she asked if he was a twin.

‘Other half.’

Seven continued, while MC’s mind raced. “I always get extra sentimental on that person’s birthday, since I can’t congratulate it for them anymore… I worry that they don’t have anyone to congratulate them.”

‘You’re the only one who could congratulate it for me.’

“I’m sure that person has someone.” MC tried to keep her voice optimistic, but she could hear it waver. She prayed Seven was too wrapped up in his own story to notice.

“I hope you’re right,” Seven replied. “Everyone deserves at least one person to congratulate their birthday.”

MC hesitated, anxious to test her theory, but not wanting to cross any lines. “Speaking of which, Seven… When’s your birthday?”

Seven chuckled, a bit of life returning to his voice. “Who, me~? The Defender of Justice has no birthday! I’ve existed for millennia, travelling across time and space to wherever I’m needed most!”

She laughed along with his joke, glad to hear him perking back up.

“Well, even if that is the case, you still deserve birthday congratulations too!” MC announced. “So happy birthday, Defender of Justice! May the universe shower you with all the Honey Buddha Chips and Phd. Pepper you desire!”

Seven gave a mortified gasp. “Phd. Pepper shower?” he asked. “Sounds sticky. I think I’d rather drink it.”

MC laughed again. “Whatever you prefer! It’s your birthday, after all. Hypothetically.”

Seven was quiet for a few moments, and when he spoke again his voice was soft.

“Thank you, MC.”

MC smiled into the dark apartment.

“Any time, Sev.”

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50 NSFW Sentence Starters

Somebody asked me if I could do this and I do want to do this :)))) So, send in some of these little sentence starters and I’ll whip something up for ya! These are pretty fucking dirty and I don’t know where they sprouted from but I do know that I am going straight to hell. Big fat thanks to @underoosie for helping me find these! Also, just mentioning that not all of these are mine! These are welcome to be sent in whenever and I’ll answer them when I get the chance.

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can you do "i need a hug" with sunhee and hae-won?

YES ABSOLUTELY I CAN!!

but also I misread this request at first and thought you’d said saeran and hae-won, and by the time I realized my mistake I had already created this monstrosity, so now I need to share it with the world:

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nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ” 2: “ Not you again.. ” 3: “ Leave me alone. ” 4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ” 5: “ Why do you hate me? ” 6: “ I lost the baby. ” 7: “ I thought you loved me. ” 8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ” 9:“ I can’t believe you! ” 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” 11: “ You’re a monster. ” 12: “ I hate you. ” 13: “ Don’t leave me… ” 14: “ You’re a disappointment. ” 15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” 16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ” 17: “ Are you upset with me? ” 18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 19: “ I’m going to kill you! ” 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ” 21: “ Thanks for nothing. ” 22: “ Dont call this number again. “ 23: “ Why did you spare me? ” 24: “ You need to leave. ” 25: “ I’m sick. ” 26: “ I’m dying. ” 27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 28: “ I thought we were family!” 29: “ There was never an us. ” 30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ” 31: “ I fucked up. ” 32: “ I came to say goodbye. ” 33:“ He’s dead because of you. ” 34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ” 35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ” 37: “ Dance with me! ” 38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ” 39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ” 40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant. ” 42: “ I need a hug. ” 43: “ You’re special to me. ” 44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ” 45: “ Do you trust me? ” 46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ” 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” 48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ” 49: “ Lets have a baby. ” 50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” 51: “ I want to take care of you. ” 52: “ Can we cuddle? ” 53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” 54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ” 55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ” 56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” 57: “ Is that my shirt? ” 58: “ How did we get here? ” 59: “ You own my heart. ” 60: “ You’d be a great dad. ” 61: “ You’d be a great mom. ” 62: “ I want to protect you. ” 63: “ Whats the matter? ” 64: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ” 66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” 67: “ Stop being so cute. ” 68: “ You’re making me blush! ” 69: “ You’re teasing me again… ” 70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ” 71: “ You’re the best! ” 72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ” 73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ” 74: “ Of course I remembered! ” 75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ” 76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ” 77: “ Are you jealous? ” 78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ” 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” 80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ” 91: “ I’m fine. ” 92: “ Are you drunk? ” 93: “ Are you high? ” 94: “ We cant go in there… ” 95: “ Give it back! ” 96: “ Well this is just great. ” 97: “ Don’t touch me. ” 98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ” 99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!” 100: “ I didn’t do it! ” 101: “ I did it… ” 102: “ I don’t remember that! ” 103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ” 104: “ Get that thing away from me! ” 105: “ You owe me. ” 106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ” 107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ” 108: “ Are you hitting on me? ” 109: “ Why are you naked? ” 110: “ You did what?! ” 111: “ You have… Superpowers? ” 112: “ Why are you bleeding? ” 113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ” 115: “ That wasn’t funny. ” 116: “ This tastes horrible. ” 117: “ This is delicious! ” 118: “ Are you mad at me? ” 119: “ Stop ignoring me… ” 120: “ I love that show too! ” 121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?” 122: “ Lets blow this joint. ” 123: “ Let me help you with that. ” 124: “ Take that back! ” 125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ” 126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ” 127: “ What are you listening to? ” 128: “ I brought you your coffee. ” 129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ” 130: “ Run! ” 131: “ Lets run away together. ” 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” 133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ” 134: “ Was I really that drunk? ” 135: “ Was I really that stoned? ” 136: “Give me back my phone! ” 137: “ You’re an asshole. ” 138: “ Are you cold? ” 139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ” 140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ” 141: “ Did you hear that? ” 142: “ It’s just your imagination. ” 143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ” 144: “ Stop being such a baby. ” 145: “ Go back to bed. ” 146: “ Are you okay? ” 147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.” 148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ” 149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ” 150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ” 151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ” 152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ” 153: “ Put me down! ” 154: “ There’s only one bed… ” 155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ” 156: “ How did I loose it? ” 157: “ I read your diary. ” 158: “ This is awkward. ” 159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ” 160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts. Please if you’re rebloggling tell your followers if you’re interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.

Sexual: 161: “ Bite me. ” 162: “ Make me. ” 163: “ Fuck me. ” 164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ” 165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” 166: “ Okay.. This is new. ” 167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ” 168: “ You’re in trouble now. ” 169: “ What a pretty sight. ” 170: “ Bend over. ” 171: “ On your knees. ” 172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” 173: “ Lay back. ” 174: “ Take off your clothes. ” 175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ” 176: “ I’m waiting. ” 177: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 178:“ As you wish. ” 179: “ First one to make a noise looses.” 180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ” 181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ” 182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ” 183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ” 184: “ Can I touch you? ” 185: “ Open up. ” 186: “ No strings attached. ” 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” 188: “ Mine. ” 189: “ The nights still young. ” 190: “ We cant do that here! ” 191: “ Behave. ” 192:“ What did you just say? ” 193: “ Good girl. ” 194: “ Good boy. ” 195: “ Come here. ”

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Conception | Explicit

A birthday fic for my buddy Aeryn! It’s been so long since I wrote some naughty Unknown, it was nice to flex that again~

Title: Conception

Pairing: Unknown x Reader (not MC, but a Mint Eye believer)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Lowkey Breeding Kink, Biting, Marking, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Penis-in-Vagina Sex

You wring your hands, wipe your sweaty palms on the duvet.

It had been over a week since the Savior had approached you with the offer of this special assignment, this highest honor. With the help of Magenta’s physician, you’d been tracking the signs of your body, taking tests every few days to be sure. The time was finally right. Tonight was the night.

“I want you to be the mother of Magenta’s first child.”

You hadn’t known what to think at first, but you couldn’t refuse a request this heavy from the Savior herself. Especially not when she had told you who the father would be.

“Only my strongest and most faithful believer, of course. Saeran.”

Your eyes find the door, watch for shadows passing in the hall. The Savior had said she’d send Saeran to your room before dark when the time to conceive came, and the sun had almost set. You take a deep breath, try to calm your nerves. Your fingers fidget with the skirt of your deep red, lacy lingerie dress: a gift from the Savior to mark the occasion. You wonder if Saeran will like it - if he’ll like you. You knew who he was, every believer of Mint Eye did, but you’d never interacted with him one on one. To think that the first time you’d speak to him would be for such a reason brings a blush to your cheeks.

There was no denying that he was attractive, or that he brought a certain allure to everything he did; you had noticed as much well before this offer was brought to you. But he had a dark and intimidating aura around him as well, and although you hadn’t been witness to it yourself, you’d heard he had a temper. Saeran had always struck you as the type of person you didn’t want to cross, under any circumstances.

A knock at the door startles you out of your thoughts, and you stand from where you’d been seated on the edge of your bed. The door opens before you have a chance to reply, and your hands move to cover your mostly-exposed breasts. Saeran enters, closing the door behind him quickly, and you breathe a sigh of relief that it isn’t some random believer walking in on you dressed so provocatively. Saeran leans his back against the door, scans you from top to bottom.

“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, his eyes tracing every curve of your body. When his gaze makes its way back up to yours, he grins. “Someone’s certainly dressed for the occasion.”

The combination of his tone and the way he licks his lips after he speaks makes your insecurity subside. You hold your hands out at your sides, giving him a full view before you spin in place, your dress flaring out around you. You stop after a few twirls, facing him again, and give a shy smile.

“Like what you see?”

Saeran approaches, reaching out a hand toward you as he draws near. Your months of wariness toward him make you flinch back instinctively, and he pauses with a cock of his head. He lowers his hand.

“Do you think I would hurt the future mother of my child?” he asks. You can’t tell if he’s angry or offended, but you know you haven’t started this encounter off on the right foot.

“No! That’s not it!” you insist quickly, trying to cover your tracks. “I’m sorry. It’s just that- I’m just a bit…” You flounder for words, wrapping your arms around yourself and turning your eyes to the floor as you trail off. Saeran raises his hand to cup your cheek, gently tilting your head back up until you meet his eyes.

“You’re anxious,” he supplies with a smile. “Don’t be. There’s nothing to worry about.” His other hand rises; the backs of his knuckles ghost along your shoulder and follow the neckline of your dress down your chest. Goosebumps rise on your skin in the wake of his touch, and you allow your arms to fall away, opening yourself to his view once more. As his fingertips trace to the bottom of the lacy V-neck he says, “I know how to make you feel good. So no need to be frightened. I’ll be good to you~”

His promises bring the blush back to your cheeks. For lack of words, you nod, and he has a laugh at your expense.

“So easy to fluster! I'm going to have fun.”

Your brow furrows in indignation and you open your mouth to retort, but his lips are on yours before you get the chance. You let out a startled noise that quickly softens into a moan as he slides the hand on your cheek into your hair, tilting your head into the position he wants it. He wraps his other arm around your waist, pulls your body against his, and you reciprocate by winding your arms around his neck. The kiss is gentler than you would have imagined from him, but it deepens quickly. His tongue slides easily past your lips to meet with your own, only teasing it before retreating back to his mouth. When you follow, he gives a nip to your tongue before laving his own over it once more. One of his legs finds its way between your own, and with his arm still tight around your abdomen he dips you backward without breaking the kiss. The maneuver drags your core against his thigh and has you moaning into his mouth. By the time Saeran breaks the kiss you're out of breath, and he grins at your soft panting.

“I told you I knew how to make you feel good,” he teases. Emboldened by your arousal, you unwind one arm from his neck, slipping it down his body to palm at the bulge in the front of his pants.

“Your thigh won't get me pregnant,” you say, and Saeran replies with a laugh.

“That it won't,” he agrees, releasing you from his hold. With one hand on your shoulder, he guides you back until you're seated on the edge of the bed. This puts you near eye level to his groin, and as Saeran stands before you, shucking off his leather jacket, you assume what he wants. Your hands move to his pants, starting to work at the opening, but he quickly swats you away.

“No, no, princess. I appreciate the offer, but that isn't what we're here for.” You pout in response, a bit disappointed that you won't get to taste him, and he winks down at you. “Another time, hmm?”

The offer of another time makes your skin tingle. You lick your lips. With a smug smirk, Saeran sinks to his knees, positioning himself between your legs. His hands slide up the insides of your thighs, parting them wide for him. As he leans in you can't help but wonder why he's allowed to taste you when you can't do the same to him, but you certainly aren't about to turn him down.

Saeran's breath is hot against your core, making your hips twitch toward him. The flat of his tongue drags a single stripe over the lace of your panties - thin enough for you to feel it but thick enough that you crave more. You whine, needy, and you think you hear him chuckle between your legs. He presses open-mouthed kisses to your lace-covered cunt, sucking and nipping at your folds through the cloth. The texture of the lace adds new sensation to the experience, yet you still wish he would just pull the panties aside and dive in.

Instead, he turns his head away. You whine again, pressing your hips forward, but Saeran ignores your wordless plea. His lips latch onto your inner thigh, mere centimeters from where you really want him, and he sucks hard on the flesh. You gasp at the shock of pain, your legs flinching, trying to clench shut, but his hands still pin your thighs apart. You feel his teeth dig into the tender skin, and you're surprised by the rush of pleasure that comes with the pain. He works at the spot until you hiss with pain after a particularly sharp bite. When he pulls away your skin is already turning purple, and the sight of it sends a shiver down your spine. Saeran notices, grinning at you in a predatory manner before turning his head and giving the same treatment to your other thigh.

Once he's marked you to his liking, Saeran rises. You follow him up with your eyes, watching, enthralled, as he strips off the rest of his clothes. He gives you only a moment to admire the sight before he nods toward the head of the bed.

“Lie back,” he instructs, and you hurry to comply. He climbs over you onto the bed, propped up on his knees with a leg on either side of your hips. He looms above you, his hands reaching down to trail his fingertips up the lengths of your arms. When he reaches the thin straps of your dress he pulls them down over your shoulders. His fingers slip between the lace and your skin, tugging the cups to the sides to expose your breasts. You draw in a shuddering breath, your chest rising and falling below his gaze, and he grins at the sight.

His fingertips ghost over the skin, circling your nipples, but never touching them. Saeran continues in his teasing, moving down to where the front of your dress splits open beneath the bustline, exposing your abdomen. His feather-light touches leave goosebumps in their wake, leave you squirming beneath him. He watches your wanton movements with delight, reveling in every reaction he draws from you. When his hands reach your panties he pauses, teasing his fingers along the waistline as he turns his eyes to yours.

“Tell me you want it,” he says, voice low and eyes dark. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” you answer readily, holding his gaze. You reach for him, run your hands up his thighs. “Please, Saeran…” Your eyes flick from his face to his lap, to where his cock juts out from his groin. Hesitantly, you wrap your hand around it, returning your eyes to his as you stroke him. He gives a soft, low moan, pumping his hips into your hand.

“You want me to fuck you.” It’s not a question, but you answer anyway.

“Yes.” Your hand squeezes around the head of his cock, has his hips stuttering into your grasp.

Saeran pushes your hands away, pulls away from you so that he can tug your panties down and off. You spread your legs wide for him, and he immediately assumes his position between them. His length slides between your slick folds, teasing more than anything. You grind against him, whining for more.

“You want me to fuck you,” he says again. Again, you answer.

“Yes, Saeran, please!”

With a quick change of angle and a single thrust, he sinks inside you. You throw your head back against the pillows, letting out an appreciative moan. He gives a few shallow thrusts, experimenting, waiting until your eyes are back on him before he continues.

“You want me to come in you.” As he speaks, his thrusts pick up speed. You nod your head, unable to find your words between your heavy breaths, the moans that spill from your lips. His hands wrap around your thighs, dig into the skin. The bruises he’s already left sting with each thrust. “Say it,” he commands.

“Y-yes!” you gasp. “Come in me!” Your fingers wind in the sheets, searching for purchase as your mind is taken over by the pleasure. Saeran groans in response to your confirmation, leaning forward and thrusting into you at a deeper angle. You cry out, your legs wrapping around Saeran’s waist and holding him close, pulling him into each thrust. Saeran’s hands slide up from your thighs to your hips, your waist. One hand caresses your stomach as heavy-lidded mint eyes lock with your own.

“You want to carry my child?”

You can tell he’s losing composure, both by the breathiness of his voice and the fact that he’s actually asking now. You reach up as best as you can, grabbing for his biceps and tugging him down, toward you, until he needs to brace himself with a hand on the mattress to either side of you. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, allow your other hand to wander up into his hair, and you hold his gaze when you reply.

“Please,” is the only word you can manage, but it seems good enough for him. He lowers himself to rest on his forearms, wrapping his hands around the backs of your shoulders and using them as leverage to pull you into his thrusts. His face is centimeters from yours, and this close you can hear all the small, breathy moans that fall from his lips - not as loud as yours, but just as numerous. You hold onto him tighter, arch your back so that your breasts press against his chest, hear him groan in response.

Saeran sinks his face into the crook of your neck, leaves sloppy kisses and bites against your throat, below your jaw, anywhere he can reach. Your moans grow at the added stimulation, your nails digging into his back.

“Come for me, princess,” he murmurs into the skin of your throat, and it only takes a few more thrusts and one sharp bite for you to comply. You cry out his name, your back arching until every inch of you is touching him as your inner walls pulse around him. Saeran curses, and before your tremors have even passed he’s pulling out. His wet cock slides against your stomach, where he spills his seed. You whine at the loss of penetration, your hips bucking uselessly up at him as he continues to thrust weakly into the mess he’s left.

Both of you are left panting in the wake of your orgasms, muscles slowly relaxing as you come down from the natural high. As soon as you unwind your limbs from around him, Saeran collapses onto the bed beside you, rolling onto his back and stretching himself out. When you feel able, you lift up your head to examine your stomach, make sure you felt right - and there it is, a puddle of his come, threatening to drip down your side. You suck in your stomach to save the bedding from the mess.

Saeran watches as you inspect yourself, rubs one hand over your arm.

“I’ll get a towel,” he promises through heavy breaths. “Just - give me a moment.”

You turn to him with a furrowed brow, confusion pulling your lips down.

“Why did you do that?” you ask. “Pulling out isn’t likely to get me pregnant.”

Saeran gives you a wide grin, and a breathless laugh.

“Exactly,” he answers. “If it doesn’t work this time, then we’ll just need to keep trying.”

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All of this information is also available on our FAQ page, but we’re posting it here as well to make it more accessible to mobile users. ^^

What’s this zine about?

This zine will focus on the overwhelming parallels between the twins throughout their lives, even while they’re apart for years. Contributors will be assigned a time period in the twins’ lives and will be creating a piece that reflects the relationship between the twins at that point in time. For periods of time where the twins were separated, artists may be assigned one twin and partnered with another artist who is assigned to the other, so that the two of them can create a two-page spread of coordinating pieces that reflect the parallels between the twins’ lives while they’re apart.

What do you mean by ‘assigned a time period’?

The periods of time we plan to cover in the zine are as follows:

Childhood - while they both live with their mother

Adolescence - after Saeyoung leaves to join the agency, while Saeran is alone with their mother

Mint Eye Era - Agent 707 & Unknown, either pre-game or during Seven’s route

Post-Mint Eye - the period during the secret endings, after the twins are reunited, but before their reconciliation

Post-Game - after the game ending, with both twins living happily ever after

Depending on the final results of the interest check, we may also include:

Post-V Route (hopefully both judgement and forgiveness endings, as the twins have slightly different fates in each)

Post-Ray Route Hypotheticals

Contributor applications will ask applicants for their number one choice of which time period they’d like to create for, as well as three alternate periods they’d be willing to create for, and the mods will do our best to assign contributors accordingly and fairly!

Is this a choic*st zine?

Absolutely not! The zine will be centered around the deep platonic and familial bond the brothers share. Any contributor ideas which hint at choic*st will be rejected by the mods.

Can we include [ship]?

With the exception of possibly including Saeyoung x MC in the Mint Eye Era, Post-Mint Eye, and Post-Game pieces, or Saeran x MC in the Post-Ray Route pieces, we do not intend to feature any ships in the zine.

Can we include characters other than the twins?

Depending on the context, other characters may be included in zine works so long as they are not the prominent feature of the piece. For example, a piece set during the Mint Eye Era might show Seven being given orders by Vanderwood, while Unknown is being given orders by the Savior. Keep in mind, all contributor ideas will need to be approved by the mod team to ensure they match the theme of the zine!

Where will the proceeds be going?

This is going to be a non-profit zine. Proceeds will go first toward the production & shipping of the final product, and then the remainder will be donated to charity.

What charity?

That is still to be determined! We will make an announcement as soon as a final decision has been made, and approved by Cheritz.

How will contributors be compensated?

Everyone who works on the zine will be offered a free physical copy of the zine, as well as a free digital version of the zine, if they’d like. Merch artists will also be given a free copy of any merch they design.

How many applicants will you be accepting?

The current estimate is between 25-30 artists, 5-8 writers, and 3-5 merch artists. Final numbers will likely depend upon the total number and quality of applications received, as well as which time periods applicants most want to create for.

Will there be guest contributors?

Hopefully! We will reach out to potential guest contributors closer to the application dates.

Who are the mods?

Magefeathers is the current project organizer. They are currently helping to organize the Bad End Zine and Choi Sandwich Zine, as well as doing massive amounts of research into zine production in their free time! They will be in charge of our social media pages and finances, and will be responsible for packing and shipping the physical zines and merch bundles.

Sevenzerosevenextreme is our co-organizer and writing mod! She is currently the main project organizer of the Bad End Zine and has also done tons of research into zine production. She will be responsible for beta reading and editing the writers’ contributions and helping to format them for publication.

We also plan to open moderator applications for a merch manager and two graphic designers. Please stay tuned for more info on what these positions will entail as the application period grows closer.

What’s the schedule for this zine?

The current plan is to open both moderator and contributor applications in the Fall, after the mods’ currently ongoing projects have wrapped. We plan to have mod applications run for 3 weeks and contributor applications run for 6 weeks, so that mods can be chosen and announced before contributor applications close, and mods will still have a chance to weigh in on contributor selection.

Our interest check will close on June 1st, and we hope to have a solid schedule worked out by that time! In the meantime, we thank you for your patience and understanding!

Thank you for your time, and for supporting the zine! Any other questions not covered here may be directed to our ask box. Please make sure to reblog our interest check HERE and/or retweet it HERE. We can’t wait to see this zine become a reality!

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Show Me

Another birthday fic for another dear friend! Although this one’s late ^^;; My buddy Yve shares a bday with her fave, so I just had to write him for her!

Title: Show Me

Pairing: Zen x Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 850

Warnings: Werewolf!Zen, Cuddling, Suggestive Content

You awaken to the tickle of fur against your cheek, one hand absentmindedly reaching up to scratch at the sensation. Your fingers brush against a fluffy ear, which twitches at your touch. Your brow furrows, and you open bleary eyes to blink at your bed mate. Was it that time of the month already? Zen was usually so careful about making sure you stayed at your own place for the duration of the full moon, so you never bothered to keep track of the lunar cycle on your own. To wake up in his bed with his werewolf form curled around you was a surprise to say the least, though not an unwelcome one by any means. He was a sight to behold in either form, and it was so rare that you were able to appreciate this one.

You smile at the sight of him, his head pillowed on your shoulder, furry arms and legs wrapped around your body. Your fingers return to the ear that had tickled you, scratching at the spot where it meets his head, and he leans into your touch in his sleep. Even in the dim moonlight you can see the rustling of the sheets behind him, where his tail thumps against the mattress, and you can’t suppress a giggle at the sight.

Zen stirs at the sound of your laughter, clinging to you tighter before blinking up at your face. He returns the soft smile you give him, and you can hear the wagging of his tail intensifying. He must notice as well, as his expression quickly shifts to one of confusion, and then to utter mortification.

“Oh, no,” he groans, burying his face into your shoulder. You let out another laugh, raking your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” you console. “You’ve been so busy lately, it’s only natural something would slip your mind.”

“Babe, you don’t understand. You don’t know how I get when I’m like this.” He starts to pull away, disentangling his limbs from yours, but you catch him before he gets far. Rolling toward him, you wrap your arms around his waist and tug him close to you.

“Then show me.”

Zen sighs, frowning down at you. “It’s not that simple,” he replies. “Every sense, every emotion, everything is heightened when I’m like this. It’s overwhelming, and I can’t always control myself.” He raises a hand to run the backs of his knuckles over your cheek, but quickly pulls it away when the moonlight catches on his claws. “It’s hard enough for me to resist you normally, but like this…”

“I keep telling you, you don’t need to resist~” You bat your eyes at him, pitching your voice to sound as innocent as possible. He groans again.

“How am I supposed to, when you do nothing to help me!” The laugh that punctuates his chiding assures you that he’s joking, and you push your luck by snuggling closer.

“Zen, we both know you're not gonna send me home in the middle of the night,” you say with a smile, using his own chivalry against him. “There's nothing we can do about the situation now, so let's just enjoy it.” You rub your hands soothingly over his back, trying your best to massage the tension from his taut muscles. He lets out a sigh, relaxing slightly into your hold, and you hear his tail start to rustle beneath the blankets again.

“Cute,” you giggle, and Zen laughs too.

“You know, I'm still surprised you're not freaked out by this,” he says, his voice low and tinted with self-doubt. “But I'm glad you're not. I'm so, so glad.”

Your hands travel up to his face, tilting it so that he meets your eyes, and you smile. “You're still the same person, whether you think so or not, and I love you all the same.” Your smile quirks up into a smirk, and you cock an eyebrow at him. “Besides, I'm actually kind of into it.”

Zen sputters, his cheeks flushing, and you can't help the laughter that pours from your lips at his expense. The next thing you know, you're on your back, and Zen is looming over you. Your wrists itch where his furry palms pin them to the bed. Your breath hitches. He leans in close.

“You can't just say things like that to me when I'm like this, sweetie.” He breathes the words against your skin, and your back arches off the bed in an attempt to get closer to him. “You never know how I might take it…”

“Judging by this position, you're taking it the right way.”

A low growl rumbles up from his throat and then Zen's teeth are on your neck, elongated fangs just barely scratching at the skin. You turn your head to give him more room, but he pulls back quickly.

“You have no idea what you're getting yourself into,” he warns, a last-ditch effort to restrain his fraying self control. With a grin, you simply repeat your words from earlier.

“Then show me.”

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A Little Nibble

This fic was inspired by a very dear skelefriend, whose birthday happens to be today! I hope you enjoy it, Skelly! And I hope the rest of you do, too! This is an AU where Saeyoung works for the C&R Intelligence Department, because why not?

Title: A Little Nibble

Pairing: Saeyoung Choi x Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,765

Warnings: Mild Sexual Content, Biting, Foreplay, Light Nipple Play, No Sex, Cuddling

You pout as you peer into Saeyoung’s study, arms crossed over your chest, watching your boyfriend type away at his computer. It was nearly two hours ago that he had sent you off to bed, promising he would “be right in” after you, and here he still was. The bed you share is cold and empty without him, and you’re in the mood to cuddle. You understand that he has to work from home sometimes, but this late at night? It just seems ridiculous to you.

You pad across the carpeted home office, pausing just behind Saeyoung’s seat when an idea pops into your mind. You drop down to all fours and crawl your way up underneath his desk, positioning yourself between his knees. If he feels you approach, he doesn’t let on. Saeyoung’s fingers continue tapping away at the keyboard as you slowly rise, slipping your hands between his shirt and jacket. Your head is just above his lap and your arms are almost fully wrapped around his waist when he finally looks down.

“And just what is going on down there?” he asks, smiling down at you.

You bat your eyes at him, trying to look as innocent as you can. “I’m cold.”

Saeyoung chuckles, shaking his head at you. “I’m sure it’s warmer in bed than it is in here.”

“I want to cuddle.” You weasel your arms tighter around Saeyoung’s waist, resting your head in his lap as you pout up at him. Saeyoung frowns in response, carding one hand through your hair.

“I’m sorry, honey. I really need to get this report to Jumin before the morning.” He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb gliding over your bottom lip. “Is this enough cuddling for now?”

You let out a small groan. “How come you could push deadlines like it was nothing when you were a secret agent under threat of death, but now that you have a normal job - and work for a friend - you’re Mr. Punctuality?” you whine.

Saeyoung gives an anxious laugh. “Actually… this report was due two weeks ago,” he admits.

“Troublemaker,” you tease, snorting with laughter. “Guess I should make myself comfortable, then.”

Saeyoung rolls his chair back to make room and holds his arms open for you, and you heave out a dramatic sigh as you rise. You climb up into Saeyoung’s roomy computer chair and settle into his lap, then slip your arms further into his jacket. You wind them underneath and behind his own arms, resting your hands on his shoulders. You nuzzle your face into the crook of Saeyoung’s neck, a contented sigh escaping your lips.

“Comfy?” he asks, stroking your hair affectionately as he turns and presses a kiss to your temple. You nod, melting against the warmth of his body.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” you ask.

“Babe, I could deadlift you. Sitting in my lap is fine,” Saeyoung assures.

You smile against his skin, making yourself cozy in his arms as Saeyoung returns to his typing. For a while, you’re content with merely sharing space and body heat with your boyfriend, the gentle tapping of his keyboard making a soothing ambient song. You tuck your head under his jaw, staring down at the steady rise and fall of your chests. The space between your bodies is cast mostly in shadow, but the dim light from the lamp beside the desk provides enough illumination for you to admire how low the collar of his shirt hangs. Your eyes trace the line of his collarbones, and your self restraint vanishes.

Sitting in his lap is having an affect on you, and his neck is right there.

Carefully, so as not to disturb him, you turn and press a gentle kiss to the side of Saeyoung’s neck. Nothing more than a brief brush of your lips, but you flick your eyes up to watch for signs of a reaction nonetheless. Saeyoung’s eyes don’t leave his computer screen, and his typing doesn’t cease. Spurred on by his ignorance, you kiss a soft and slow trail down the column of his neck.

Though his mind doesn’t appear to be picking up on your actions, his body certainly is. You can feel the goosebumps rising beneath your lips, and it makes you grin into his skin. When you reach his collarbone you drag your teeth lightly over the raised edge, enjoying the quick hitch you hear in Saeyoung’s breath. Growing bold, you dare to sink your teeth into the skin at the base of his neck - not enough to break skin, but enough to break through Saeyoung’s hyperfocus. He gasps, a shiver running down his spine as one of his hands tangles in your hair.

“I thought you just wanted to cuddle?” he asks, looking down at you quizzically. You bat your eyes at him from under his chin.

“I got bored,” you answer in your most innocent voice. As you speak, you continue to nip playfully along the ridge of his collarbone between words. “How come... the collar... of your shirt... is so loose?” Each nibble draws a shaky breath from his lips, and you revel in the noises.

“Because it’s comfy?” he asks with a laugh. The vibration rumbling through his throat makes you nuzzle closer, pressing your lips to his Adam’s apple. You shift over to the other side of his neck, kissing and nipping your way back up. Saeyoung moans, leaning his head back to make more room for you, his other hand falling from the keyboard to wrap around your lower back. You lean back, away from his neck, pausing in your task.

“Nuh-uh, mister,” you scold, wriggling beneath his hands in an attempt to shake them off. “You keep working. I’m entertaining myself just fine.”

“Baaaabe,” he whines, gripping you tighter. He leans forward in an attempt to meet your lips, but you back out of his reach. “How am I supposed to keep working when you’re distracting me like this?”

“You’re a smart boy,” you say with a smirk. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Saeyoung groans, but does as he’s told, releasing his grip on you and attempting to return to his report. You lean back in, resting against his chest as you continue your nibbly adventure up his throat. One hand snakes its way out of the collar of his jacket, up into his hair, and Saeyoung leans back into your touch. He lets out a breathy moan as you toy with the curls at the base of his neck. Your lips reach the corner of his jaw and you take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling on it lightly.

“I don’t hear any typing,” you scold, breathing the words against his ear.

“And you call me a troublemaker,” he laughs. Both of his hands drop to your hips, pulling you roughly against his lap. You open your mouth to scold him again, but he interrupts before you have the chance. “I deserve a break, don’t I?” he asks, his voice dripping with sweetness. “I’ve been working so~ hard, all night long!”

You laugh against his skin, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “I suppose that’s fair,” you relent.

Saeyoung slouches down in his chair, muscles relaxing as you comb your fingers through his hair. You kiss your way back down his neck, scraping your teeth against his collarbone once more, nipping at his Adam’s Apple, licking at the dip at the base of his neck. Saeyoung moans unabashedly under all of your attention, the vibrations beneath your lips and the noises in your ears spurring you on just as much as the way he pulls your hips against his own, grinding his growing erection against your core.

As you lavish his neck with attention, Saeyoung slips his hands into your shirt, pushing the sides up until your breasts spill out, leaving the fabric bunched under your armpits. “Saeyoung!” you gasp, leaning further into his chest to protect yourself from the cold, your arms still tangled in his jacket. “It’s too cold!”

“I can see that,” Saeyoung says with a breathy laugh as his hands slip between your bodies to cup your breasts. His fingers tweak your pert nipples and you can’t help but moan, burying your face in his neck. “I can’t let you have all the fun, can I?”

You whine into his throat, forgetting the mission you’d set for yourself between the sensations of his fingers teasing at your nipples and his grinding against your core. You roll your hips down to meet him, lips mouthing purposelessly at the side of his neck, while he treats you to a little revenge. The hand you'd still had on his shoulder slides down to the hem of his shirt, then back up when you feel bare skin. You caress his back, feeling the muscles there working as he undulates beneath you. The cold air against your own back and chest sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you shuddering against him as goosebumps raise on your skin.

“Saeyoung~” you whine, nipping again at his throat, the sensitive spot just below his jaw.

He moans wordlessly in response. His hands return to your hips, pulling you against him one last time before his hands are gripping your ass, and you're being lifted without warning. You yelp in surprise, wrapping your limbs around his body for safety.

“Where do you think you're going?” you ask as he turns toward the door, carrying you away from the desk and out of his study.

“To bed,” Saeyoung replies with a grin. “The lady wants cuddles, and cuddles she shall receive!”

You lean back as far as his hold will let you, squinting at him in suspicion. “You're only saying that because you're horny now.”

“I can be horny and want to cuddle!”

You laugh at his affronted tone, leaning back in to snuggle against his neck. You suppose one more day's wait won't hurt on a two-week late report.

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Hello! If you allow it, could you make an announcement on your blog for a fic? It was on ao3 and tumblr also (its not mine) , and the name was something like “Curiousity Killed The Cat”? It’s set after Jumin’s ending and him and MC are married but MC then contacts the hacker (Saeran) and tries to set up a deal with him? I have been blowing my head off to find it but the name doesn’t show up and I don’t remember the name of the writer. Does anybody knıw the name of the writer? Have a goodday!

I'm sorry, I haven't read anything like that!

Followers, if any of you guys have, please let them know!

I hope you find it!! ^^