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brighteststar707 · 3 months

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To Disappear Under the Sun

✦ Character: 707

✦ Words: 3062

This is me expanding on this call from day 6 of 707's route! Warning: agent angst ahead.

“Status check, Agent 707?”

“All clear, Agent. Withdrawing now.”

“Time estimate?”

“Ten minutes at most. You have permission to withdraw.”

“Copy.” The little voice crackles then cuts out completely in Seven’s earpiece and he is left in silence. It’s hasty for Seven to send him out, but this mission has been going so smoothly, he sees no reason to have him out there any longer.

He is deep in the basement of a corporate building, a cockroach scurrying under the polished shoes of the oblivious corporate workers upstairs. So far, the mission has been going suspiciously well. He managed to slip into the office of his target unnoticed, steal all the information he needed, and get out again without alerting a single person. Though, none of this has done anything to ease the tension he has felt since entering the basement. With its fluorescent lighting and nearly-unnatural silence, the whole place has a liminal feeling that Seven is keen to be rid of.

And he’s close now. He can feel his heart thrumming in his chest and a strange buzz in his fingers that tells him that his adrenaline rush is wearing off. He is more than ready to get out of here.

One turn. Through another doorway, careful to stay out of view of the cameras he knows are positioned there. Another turn.

As he moves down one of countless dark hallways, he hears the little voice in his earpiece confirm that they have gotten out safely. He’s the last one left. Only a few more minutes and he’ll join them. He has the route memorized. He just needs to go up a staircase, through the door to the basement, and out of the back entrance. Vanderwood should be waiting there with the car to get them out of there.

He is about to start climbing the stairs when the door at the top of the staircase opens and he comes face-to-face with someone who definitely shouldn't have been there. It was supposed to be guarded – was guarded up until a few minutes ago – by another agent. Seven curses under his breath. There is a moment of silence, each of them weighing the options. Then, Seven makes his second mistake: he runs back into the basement, the way he came.

He hears shouts from behind him, the person calling for backup, and the thundering of steps on his heels.

But he is faster. He always is.

He works his way back down the hall, mind working through possible escapes at breakneck speed. There is no way past them. Anyone who could have helped him is gone. He tries anyway to call out the emergency code over his earpiece, but he gets no reply.

Three turns and through two more doors, and he comes across a door with a heavy-looking handle and a big warning sign on the outside.

KEEP OUT

AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY

Based on Seven’s experience, doors like this usually come with heavy-duty locks. And, if anything, the sign might convince his pursuers to look elsewhere. Either way, he’s running out of time. He tugs it open and quickly disappears inside.

The room is noticeably a few degrees hotter than the hallway outside. As his eyes adjust to the light, he can see why: he has found his way into the building’s boiler room. All around him there are pipes leading up into the rest of the building and against the back wall, there are three big boilers.

A piece of good news: the machines are making enough noise to cover up anything he says or does.

He takes this opportunity to test out his radio. He tries reaching Vanderwood, but he doesn’t receive a reply. Whether it’s because he doesn’t have any signal this far down or because they’re all gone, he can’t know.

Well then, he will just have to wait.

His eyes adjust to the darkness and he takes in his surroundings. The room itself is small, with nothing more than the boilers and pipes to take up the space. The pipes run across every wall in the room, hot to the touch, and he does his best to stay away from them.

The adrenaline is starting to wear off, and he is starting to feel the injuries he must have sustained during the chase. His lungs ache from running and somewhere on his leg a cut smarts. But he’s alive.

Already, the heat in the room is starting to weigh on him. He is panting from the chase, but breathing does not bring him relief. There is a stubborn tightness in his chest that doesn’t ease and his heart is still racing, even though enough time should have passed for him to calm down. Despite the room being big enough for him to walk around in, he is feeling claustrophobic. He has to fight the urge to throw the door back open and run out into the hallway. Luckily, he is still rational enough to know that it would be suicide.

Instead, he raises his arms over his head and stretches, trying to force more air into his lungs, holding each breath for a few seconds before releasing. It’s a struggle at first, his mind fighting furiously against his body’s urges, but he eventually manages to slow his breathing down.

He can still hear the footsteps of his pursuers roving up and down the hall. Despite still being too antsy to relax, he forces himself to sit down. It won’t do him any good to exert more energy than he has to in this state. He leans back against the wall, tilts his head back, and shuts his eyes. Sweat beads on his upper lip. The back of his neck is damp. He is already thirsty. But he does not think about it.

He waits.

⋆ * ✩ * ⋆

He idly stares at the wall opposite him and allows his mind to wander. He has paced the room back and forth (and found himself worryingly tired after a few laps). He has counted each of the pipes, even attempted to touch them a few times just out of curiosity (they’re terribly hot). This is far from his first time staking out like this. Every hour or so, he tries to reach the agents outside, but he never receives a reply.

He listens to the voices outside as they come and go. It sounds like the building’s regular security patrol was called in. However, if his target is as paranoid as he seemed to be during Seven’s research, they won’t be the only people on guard.

Time drags by, painfully slowly, and Seven focuses on his breathing. He still feels the urge to run out of the room; he has the odd sense that he’s being cooked from the inside out. Once or twice, he gets up and goes to the door, he finds himself with his hand on the handle before forcing himself to step away. There is no way out of this basement with so many people on guard. Even he isn’t that good.

He has to wait.

⋆ * ✩ * ⋆

Isolation is a strange thing to endure. Seven is no stranger to spending time alone, but this is a different beast all together. He is cut off from the outside world, slowly losing track of the stakes and all things that might have existed outside the door and its bright safety label. While he is very used to his own company (and often prefers it), his is a presence he’d do anything to escape right now.

He is painfully aware of just how dry his mouth is. It takes immense mental strength to not think about his fridge back home, fully stocked with crisp cold Dr. Pepper cans and water bottles. His whole body, by contrast, is uncomfortably damp. His clothes cling to his body in the most frustrating way, his hair is plastered to his forehead, and he has given up on pushing it out of the way. He can feel as sweat rolls down his skin and can do nothing to make it stop.

It is still hard to breathe. Each breath has the opposite effect and reminds him just how humid the room is. He imagines water filling his lungs with every breath, imagines drowning while dying of thirst. It’d be terribly ironic.

He makes a conscious effort to take deep breaths, but he can’t keep it up for more than a few minutes before he forgets. There is a dull throb starting in his head that he knows is just another sign of dehydration.

It has been around 24 hours since he first got into the boiler room, and it is starting to mess with his mind. Whether it’s the darkness, the heat, or both, he is starting to lose his grip on reality. With nothing else to distract him, his mind turns worryingly dark.

Seven’s identity and existence in daily life are tenuous at best. He is wrapped in so many lies and elaborate facades that he’s not there there’s anything left underneath it all. In this basement, cocooned in concrete, he is completely severed from the outside world. It is easy to imagine that he doesn’t exist at all.

Easier still when he can still hear the frustrated voices of the second round of security guards called in to search for him. They’re starting to doubt whether there was anyone ever there to begin with. It’s starting to sound more and more convincing even to him.

He’s too scared to let himself sleep, but as the hours pass, exhaustion starts to creep up on him.

⋆ * ✩ * ⋆

He startles awake. A quick glance at his watch tells him he has only been unconscious for two minutes, but his heart is racing like he’s been dreaming for far longer. His eyes shoot to the door out of pure habit. This has been happening every few minutes. It’s extremely exhausting: he exists in this terrifying delirium where he is constantly on the brink of death with no way of escaping.

Nothing feels real. Not the outside, not the threat of being caught, not the work he finished. All that exists are these four walls and the oppressive heat that is pushing hard on his chest. Each breath is strained. In between dreaming of being caught, he dreams of deserts. Sand that’s hot to the touch, beautiful mirages that slip away before he can touch them. He dreams of slipping out of his skin just to feel the cold air again… his head lolls downwards as he drifts off again.

His eyes snap open. Nobody has burst through the doors yet. He is leaning to the side, neck at a painful angle, face dangerously close to one of the exposed heating pipes. He’s one wrong move away from a nasty burn. He pulls himself back upright and shakes his head, as if to throw off the exhaustion. His mind runs in increasingly frustrating circles.

He must not fall asleep. They will eventually find him if he is not vigilant, and God knows what they’ll do to him if they get their hands on him now. Nobody would ever hear from him again. Worse; he’d be a failure. He’ll never see Saeran again. He must not fall asleep.

Then again, if Saeyoung vanishes off the map today, who would mourn him? Sure, his friends might worry for the caricature he created, but what do they know of the person he is underneath it all? There is no name attached to the work he has done for the agency; nobody will ever know what he did. Nobody will know who he died for.

His head pounds.

He must not fall asleep.

He mutters an incoherent prayer, words slurring together until they’re just a stream of consciousness like water, Saeran, please… eyelids already halfway closed again. His head lolls down again…

His cheek hits the pipe.

He lets out a startled cry and leaps to his feet, still half asleep, narrowly missing bashing his head on another pipe. He immediately presses his palm to his mouth, as if to undo the noise he just made, but it’s too late. His outburst has caused some commotion outside. He can hear feet pounding up and down the hallway, the voices of men shouting to each other to search every corner of the basement.

Luckily, the noise of the boiler room has covered up the exact source of Seven’s voice, but it has put them all back onto high alert.

He wobbles, dizzy and uncertain of what to do. His hand probes his cheek to check if the pipe left any lasting damage. His skin is sore, but he’s hoping it’s nothing more serious than that. The last thing he needs right now is a burn to worry about.

He clumsily lowers himself back to the floor – the sudden exertion of him jumping to his feet has made his headache significantly worse – and plants his head firmly between his knees. Sweat drips off his forehead onto the concrete floor. The shock has sent a wave of nausea through him and his limbs are too shaky to be of any use. He has never felt cool in his life. If the guards ever give up searching for him, he doubts he’d have the energy to get up and leave. Maybe he will just sit here until the dehydration or heatstroke take him. Nobody would ever know what happened to him.

It’s almost a relief. He has tried to be invisible for most of his life. It feels like a final gift that he might just disappear from the earth without anybody having to know.

⋆ * ✩ * ⋆

Sand, as far as the eye can see. Saeyoung, wobbly on his feet, head pounding. A crackly voice in his earpiece, calling his name.

“Status check, Agent Seven?”

His throat is too dry to speak.

“Remember your task. You have ten minutes.”

“Copy.” His voice comes out as a rasp.

The sun overhead, unforgiving and blindingly hot. His hands shaky, a feeling of dread in his gut. He knows he isn’t going to make it out on time.

He isn’t sure where he’s supposed to go, where to find the office that he knows has the information he needs. There isn’t a single building in sight. He stumbles a few steps forward, but moving makes the world spin dangerously under his feet. He is too dizzy to do more than shuffle a few steps forward at a time, the sand only hindering him.

His body aches, and he's sure he can hear footsteps around him somewhere, though there's nobody around to make them. He mutters a prayer under his breath. Whether to escape or to just be put out of this misery, even he isn't sure.

He only manages a few steps before he stumbles and falls. His skin stings where it hit the sand, but he doesn’t have time to recover. He needs shelter, and he needs it fast. He starts to crawl forwards again, desperate for something, anything.

He can't find purchase in the sand. It starts to pull him down deeper, like quicksand. The heat in his body is unbearable. He sinks into the sand, palms then wrists then forearms being swallowed up by the heat.

There is no escape.

He looks up to the sky desperately, when suddenly a shadow is cast over his face. Someone is looking down on him, and he can’t muster up the strength to tell them to get out while they still can. He waits for his eyes to adjust, sun in his eyes, and then gasps.

It’s Saeran staring back at him. A face remarkably similar to his, hair lying just a bit flatter on his head (Seven’s hair has always been more unruly), though just as vibrant as his own. The only thing that surprises Seven is the look of disappointment in Saeran’s face. It's a look he has never seen, and would do anything to never see again. He looks down at Seven like he has already failed him.

“Wake up,” he says. His voice is strangely deep, familiar somehow.

“What?”

“Wake up. Is this what you left me to do? To die all alone? It's pathetic.”

“No- I…”

Saeran leans down so his face is close to Seven’s. He enunciates every word slowly so that Seven’s addled brain can keep up.

“Then. Wake. Up.”

Seven puts all his energy into opening his eyes. It’s the hardest thing he has ever had to do.

“Ah, thank God you’re not dead. C’mon, wake up.”

“Huh?”

Vanderwood stands crouched over him in the boiler room and is shaking his shoulder. Already, there is sweat beading on their forehead.

“I’m getting you out. You want to die here?”

“You found me.” His voice is as hoarse as it was in his dream.

“Obviously. You think I want to deal with the boss yelling at me for losing his best agent?”

Seven can barely keep up. He’s sure he’s hallucinating.

“Huh.” Is all he can say.

“Ugh. Come on.”

Vanderwood heaves Seven off the floor while Seven can do little more than groan at the pounding in his head.

The only thing that somewhat revives him is the first taste of air outside the boiler room. He takes his first full breath in three days. Slowly, Vanderwood half-carries him up the stairs and out of the building and loads him into the car.

Seven is barely conscious (Vanderwood won't let him sleep again) but it hits him: he survived. He exists outside the confines of the concrete and desperate, suffocating heat.

Saeran's dream words come to him again in his delirious state. Is this what you left me to do? To die all alone?

It had never occurred to him before. The agency work had always been vaguely for Saeran's sake. But this was not how it was supposed to end; dying alone and nameless without ever being able to get word back to his brother. He knows this now, suspects that he has always hoped so.

Despite how badly he may wish to disappear back into the earth, it seems that something bigger is awaiting him still.

#my writing #mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger Saeyoung #mystic messenger Saeyoung choi #mystic messenger luciel choi #mystic messenger luciel #mystic messenger seven #mysme seven #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung #mysme saeyoung choi #if you see any changes appear later no you didn't

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 days

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Heey, raven, have you ever heard or played Mystic messenger? It's a Korean otome game, and there's this one character named Ray/unknown/Saeran, and he looks almost similar to Rollo 💀

So when they first introduced Rollo in twist, i immediately thought, "Saeran, is that you?!" Not only do both of them have white hair with dark circles under their eyes, but both are antagonist with religious backgrounds AND brother issues! Like, what a freaking coincidence!!

I used to play MysMes, but I dropped it way before Saeran’s route was released. (I think the only routes I managed to complete were Jumin Han’s and Zen’s? It got to be too much of a time sink for me.) So sorry, but I don’t really have much context for this character other than he’s a hacker and 707’s twin 💦

I’m not sure if I see the similarities with Rollo…? The hairstyle is nothing alike and even the colors are different (Saeran’s is much whiter and has a slight reddish fade). Dark undereye circles are a plus though— As far as I’m aware, his brother is also still alive…? (And while I do get religious vibes from Rollo, this was not explicitly confirmed! Meanwhile MysMes is up in here with an outright friggin’ CULT 💀)

I asked some friends who are more familiar with the character for their opinions and they didn’t think he and Rollo are that similar at all 🤔 Without going too much into spoilers, they said Saeran’s too much of a cinnamon roll (while Rollo isn’t) and that Saeran is less of an antagonist or mastermind and more of a victim of the circumstances. I’m just parroting what I was told though 🤷‍♀️ since I don’t know enough on the character to comment myself!

#twisted wonderland #twst #Rollo Flamme #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Mystic Messenger #mysmes #Saeran Choi #notes from the writing raven #question #mystic messenger spoilers #mysmes spoilers #707 #jumin han #zen

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40lions · 1 year

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when i replayed mm I made a different picrew icon for each route and ended up getting very attached to the gal i made for 707′s playthrough.. please enjoy my accidental oc her name is ashley she likes mobile games and constantly falls for internet scams

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme 707 #mysme fanart #mystic messenger saeyoung #agent 707 #(yells and brandishes floppy disk) DO NOT PERCEIVE ME #i really wanna draw more scenes from this route and from jumins bc theres so many good moments #(i also really like my gal for jumin's route)#my art

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sorbetisfruity · 1 year

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How do you think the RFA members would react finding out that the MC is like, famous? Maybe MC is a famous singer, or a famous actor! Yet none of them would know until the party, except for 707..

………………………………………………………………………….

-Zen:

I feel like Zen would be excited

“Holy shit the person I’m in love with is a famous actor/singer? Maybe I can act/sing with them?…maybe we could have a kiss scene? Or maybe..” and it all goes down hill from there

He’d probably be the most thrilled out of everyone here, and that’s understandable since he’s an actor/singer himself

If anything it’d probably make him like you more

You two would probably be the stars of the party, handing out autographs and shit

So much fun💞

I also feel like that if he somehow found out before the party that he’d be so sweet and helpful

He’d help you relax after a hard practice because he knows how much it sucks being famous sometimes

Plus you have to deal with planning the party and everyone’s depending on you, so Jesus Christ you’re probably stressed out💔

He’d call with you and let you rant about your day and your colleagues

I feel like he loves drama idk

My heart beats for him he’s so pretty UGH

-Yoosung:

Oh my god

He would be

SO PUMPED

So excited

Absolutely fanboying

He’d ask you a million questions about everything you do

And you’d just sit there and answer them because you can’t abandon him now

You’ve got him hooked, you’re stuck with him

He’d probably be worried about his appearance and how he acts, now knowing you’re famous and that appearances probably matter to you

And god he’d be so shy and blushy around the paparazzi

He’s adorable I love him sm

-Jaehee:

I’m honestly not too sure how Jaehee would react

I feel like it’d depend on what content you produce

But she’d still be super interested in what you do

And she would absolutely listen to you ramble about what you do and how work goes being an idol/actor

She’d be your number one fan

You’d never replace Zen but

She’d watch everything you’re in

Or she’d listen to all of your music

God

CHERITZ GIVE ME A ROMANTIC ROUTE FOR JAEHEE PLEASE

-Jumin:

I feel like he’d be pretty indifferent about it

“Oh, my s/o is an idol/actor?..cool.”

Of course that means more paparazzi for poor Jumin but

I feel like he’d try to put up with it for you

Just for you❤️❤️

That’d also mean he’d be in more articles and magazines

Which he’d probably hate but

It’s for you so he’ll suck it up!

-707:

My bbg

So he probably already knew about this because

You know

He’s a hacker

And he did a basic background check on you to check and make sure you’re a decent human being

But god would he be your number one fan

He’d be at every concert

Or be the first in line to see any of your movies

He’d help you relax after a stressful night of practicing just like Zen

And overall?!

10/10 boyfriend material

I’m so in love with him🙇🙇

#mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messeger headcanon #jumin han #jumin headcanons #juminmysticmessenger #707 x reader #707mysticmessenger #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger zen #zen mystic messenger #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger jaehee

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todaysdocument · 10 months

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On July 25, 1968, the National Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam applied for a permit for an anti-war demonstration in Chicago, to take place at the same time as the Democratic National Convention.

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United States

Series: Criminal Case Files

File Unit: United States v Dellinger, et al.

Transcription:

[handwritten] Exhibit A

CITY OF CHICAGO

DEPARTMENT OF STREETS AND SANITATION

APPLICATION ONLY - NOT A PERMIT

Application No. ____

Date [handwritten] July 25, 1968

APPLICATION FOR PERMIT - SPECIAL EVENT USING THE PUBLIC WAY

(For explanations - see reverse side)

IT IS REQUIRED THAT THIS APPLICATION BE MADE AT LEAST 30 DAYS PRIOR TO THE EVENT

Application is hereby made for Permit to use public way as hereinafter described at location herein designated.

1. To be issued to: Name [handwritten] National Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam

Address [handwritten] Room 315 407 S. Dearborn Chicago Illinois

2. Name and Telephone Number of Person to Contact [handwritten] Rennie Davis 939-2666

3. Type of Activity (check one) _X_ Parade ___Motorcade ___Assembly ___ Other (describe)

4. Inclusive dates and times of activity [handwritten] August 28, 1968 11:00 am - 4:00 pm

5. Description of activity - if Parade give: (a) Assembly Area; (b) Exact Route; (c) Disbanding Area -

(d) Estimate of number of vehicles, marchers, etc., that will participate.

[handwritten] (a) Wacker Drive State St on the East Wacker Drive on the West; (b) State Street

[handwritten] South to Jackson Blvd. East to Columbus Drive. South to

[handwritten] Grant Park bandshell (c) Grant Park Band Shell (d) 150,000

[handwritten] marchers

NOTE: This application will be considered by the Parade Board at its next regular meeting. You will

be notified by mail as to date, time, and place, if it is deemed necessary that a

representative of your organization be present.

By [signed] Rennard Davis Title [handwritten] Project Director National Mobili

Autorized representative (Signature)

Mail to: Department of Streets and Sanitation - Att'n: Chairman Parade Board

Room 707 - City Hall, Chicago 2, Illinois

THIS SPACE BELOW IS FOR USE BY THE CITY OF CHICAGO

Approved/Disapproved by Dept. of Streets and Sanitation

Approved/Disapproved by Dept. of Police

Approved/Disapproved by Chicago Transit Authority

Approved/Disapproved by Chicago Park District

Approved by Commissioner of Streets and Sanitation

Noted - Board of Underground

(Amendments and Changes by the Parade Board will be noted on Reverse Side.)

[handwritten] A

#archivesgov #July 25 #1968 #1960s #Vietnam War #protests #Chicago #antiwar

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dreamtea-cup · 1 year

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Bro, 707’s route is you confused I am confused, bro. I thought it would be about memeing and talking about space station, but then caught myself thinking whether or not I should bother him when he shut himself off from MC🧍🏼. Boy s got depression 😭

#mm #mystic messenger ray #mystic messenger saeran #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanart #mystic messenger unknown #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger jaehee #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger jumin han #mystic messenger memes #mystic messenger seven #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger spoilers #mystic messenger saeyoung #xenonnno

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thesoleilla · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 30: Dear diary

Masterlist Fandom: mystic messenger

Ship: Saeyoung x F!Reader (yet again)

Warnings: Swear words, Mystic messenger spoilers for 707's route, and all of the warnings that come with this route lol

dear diary theres a bomb in my apartment

Surely MC had a lot of trauma to write about in these times... so why was she writing about him?

Saeyoung knew you had a diary, he had already noticed just by watching the CCTV, knowing the path your life was taking Saeyoung very well thought he knew why.

It looked like it was fairly new as well, so he just assumed it was to cope with the hacker situation and all that. In fact, he even joked that the first page of your diary must have looked like this:

Dear diary, there's a fucking bomb in my apartment.

And everytime he saw you write he replayed that joke in his head, even if he had repeated over and over again that he shouldn't get distracted for even a split second.

He almost wanted to scold you for distracting him by writing so close to him but he didn't quite have it in him; being mean towards you took such a toll on him; besides, he didn't want to keep you from expressing how you felt about the situation in such a healthy manner... it must have helped you so much, he didn't want to take it away from you. Even if that distraction put the both of you in danger.

Yet it seemed like you were really asking to get scolded. Because somehow, your diary always found itself in Saeyoung's vision. Did you really want him to distracted? Did you really want the both of you to die? Well it should never have been that distracting to him.. why was Saeyoung doing this? Luciel didn't understand the reasoning behind his own distractions... damn, he really should have been able to reason himself...

"Should have"

Because he didn't reason himself, but not by shouting at you again, he didn't have enough emotional energy for that, making you sad was so hard... even if Luciel knew the logical solution was to reprimand you he didn't quie have it in him. After seeing you that hurt last time he never would have it in him again.

So instead of acting on his false anger, he acted on his curiosity. A distracting curiosity of course, such a nuisance.

And this wasn't even intruding your privacy actually! Since he already all that was happening... he was just, studying human reactions to danger! Exactly!

But what he found wasn't exactly the traumatic stuff he expected... even without reading it seemed happier. The letters and words weren't sharp and smashed together as he always so, as he thought he would have did if only he could have afforded to leave a trace.

No, instead the letters were all round and bubbly, just like the MC from the messenger.. it was reassuring to find out you weren't that different! But what if this was a trap... no, if he had already made his way there he had to trust you. He wouldn't let his paranoia kick in just yet.

But the words were as nice as the writing, for the most part... each time he reprimanded you, he could see a shift in the diary. And for cause, the diary was about him? What did you find interesting in him... Saeyoung wondered. Wait, you shouldn't even write about him, that's too dangerous! Luciel knew.

However, looking at the diary he was completely caught in your thoughts... you seemed to adore each small thing about him, things he didn't even notice he did...

So while he should've been angry because of the potential danger, your softness caught Saeyoung so off-guard that he... didn't get angry and scream like Luciel planned. Instead he picked up a pen and... answered you. He wrote about all the little things he loved in you, from your habits to your expressions, he had noticed it all.

He knew this was dangerous and that he was risking his life, but what would life be if he didn't manage to be with you like here?

Was what Saeyoung wondered, as a distraction of course.

@flufftober

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midnight-talescape · 2 years

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Game (707 x Reader)

Kinktober day 12: Toys

I didn't know I can work this fast, but 7 my beloved. Also by this point you can tell my brain is not functioning with the character, it's been too long since I indulge myself in fanfic, sadly.

Warning: toys, overstimulation, vanderwood almost walked in lol, this is 100 percent ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You stretched your back as you closed the chatlog. Finally ready to start on 7's route after finishing all the other ending.

Who would have known the personality of a redheaded hacker, was gonna beat your bias to silver hair red eye character. After surfing online about how 7 loved you in every route, you decided to finish all the ending before finishing his ending acting it like a true ending.

What can you say, a jokester hiding his mass of trauma under a cheery mask was a sure way to your heart.

You quickly boot up a new saved file ready to finally finished the last route to your favorite character.

In the next few day you attune attentively to the game, waking up at 3am to catch up on all the chat log not missing a single one (seriously who put their chat at 3am, do the character not sleep?)

When you started knowing something weird happening in the game. At first it was weird chat option in message that you have never seen before (You would know, you replayed Jumin's route multiple time) Shaking it off as just some easter egg you continued the game and finally begin 7 route.

Everything seems normal at first, until you started seeing log that wasn't there before, phone call from 7 happen way more often.

You shake it off, thinking it was just the new update.

Until one day you woke up and noticed you are no longer in your room, instead you were tied to a bed with a mouth gag in your mouth.

Just as you was about to struggle, as confused as you were. You figured you might want to get out first. You heard a footstep walking toward you, you looked up to look at your kidnapper.

You blinked slowly as you try to comprehend who your seeing.

7 kneeled down to the bed and removed the mouth gag from you.

You poked out your tongue trying to take in more air, also it was just uncomfortable to have something in your mouth.

7 look at you and said cheerfully,

"Hello, (Y/N) your finally here, I have been been so excited to meet you,"

"What? Am I hallucinating?"

7 ruffled your hair,

"Of course not, I was just tired of seeing you from the screen so I decided to take matter into my own hand and bring you here."

You motioned to your tied up hand and leg with your face,

"So you kidnapped me and tied me to a bed with a mouth gag, like some sort of weird kinktober fantasy?"

"Yeah,"

You sigh, fully accepting your fate. After all this is either some really weird hallucinating dream from you waking up at 3am or you have finally gone to another world. Honestly by this point you dont really care.

"You know me a bit too well,"

7 shrugged with a knowing grin,

"What can I say I have been looking through your search history,"

You froze and then closed your eye defeated,

"Dear god, you know I will have to kill the witness, right,"

He hold a hand to his chest faking a gasp,

"Is that all it takes for you to hurt me?"

"Okay maybe not, can you please let me go,"

7 poked your cheek,

"Nope, I want you here (Y/N). I love you, I have been watching you for years, ever since you first downloaded the game. I have waited long enough, I want you,"

"Wait what about my family?"

7 clapped his hand together, looking real fucking proud of himself,

"It was a bit hard, even for a genius like me. But I have managed to combined the world in a few day we will be together forever."

Hearing his answer, you thought for a moment before saying,

"Okay, then I'm down. Are you gonna fuck me or not,"

"What?"

"7 my beloved, you just fucking kidnapped me out of my bed tied me up and put a mouth gag in my mouth. I dont know how to tell you this, but I just read a bunch of kinktober fic might as well act out a erotic fic, "

7 give you a crazed grin,

"Dear god, I really found the best and craziest person ever,'

"What can I say, we are similar in the worst way possible, there's a reason you're my favorite character,"

"You mean other then I'm hot and funny and smart and rich and..."

You rolled your eye as he go on and on,

"Yes, yes I get it, Mr. Lucky Number, you're the cutest."

With a grin he tilt down to kiss you, after a few minute he separate with a strand of saliva connecting you guys. He put his forehead on yours and begin to undress you.

Just as you guys were about to begin to get rid of years worth of love and touch deprived cause horniness, you guys froze when you heard someone knocking on the door.

"Motherf-"

7 quiet you down before yelling that he will open the door soon,

"Saeyoung, if your going to leave at least untie me,"

With a sadistic grin, and a bad feeling up your spine 7 turn around to get something,

"Wha-"

You was shut up when 7 retied the mouth gag around your mouth. You suddenly started shivering when you see him pull out a bunch of what you're assuming is sex toy.

You pulled on the bondage around your arm again, 7 gave you slapped on your breast, shutting you up with the stinging from your breast,

"Quiet, kitten. I can't have you all bored and lonely here can I? I will leave you with some fun,"

With that he quickly clipped a few clamp onto your nipple. He hold up a vibrator to show you, with a grin on his face. Seeing it, the realization that this is really happening you tried to back away. Pretty convinced that it's not gonna fit and that you are in fact not ready to get fucked.

"It's too late to back out now, kitten."

With that 7 quickly lubed it up, and slowly pushed it into your fold. Tear stained your eye, as you body tighten and tried to pushed the intruder out of your body. But all you successfully did was take it deeper into you.

Suddenly you arched your back when the knocking come again, and 7's hand slipped and pushed the entire thing inside you.

"Luciel open the fucking door!"

"Calm down, Mary i'm coming do you want to see me naked?"

Turning around he wiped away your tear,

"Good girl, just take in one more, hmmmm. Be a good girl for daddy," with that he pulled out a cat tail butt plug,

You look at him at wide eye,

'How many of these do you have?'

"I was quite excited to have you here, so I brought some toys," with that he moved your ass up before plugging it into you and laying you down again,

7 give you a kissed on your forehead before locking the door and walking out.

You slow your breath trying to relax your body against the many thing inside your body. Just as you was starting to get use to it, you suddenly arched your back up, when all the vibrator all started vibrating.

You pant and moan, saliva dripping down your chin. Tears streaming down your body as your body tried to get use to the vibrating. But every time you get use to it the frequency change causing you to orgasm again

If you could still think you would have probably swear the fucked out of 7, but you can't. Too sensitive and tied up to think.

When the door open again, you looked up with teary eye.

7 looked down at your flushed up body, damp with sweat and your juice. The cat tail now damped and hard under you. Your entire body trembling from your multiple orgasm.

He removed the mouth gag and with a shit eating grin said,

"Seems like you had fun when I was gone, kitty,"

"F-Fuck you..." you panted out,

"With pleasure,"

7 removed the vibrator out of you (After slipping a few time and causing you to swear) and pushed his hard member into your wet fold.

"F-fuck..." you swear as you felt your body taking in something far bigger the the vibrator,

"You feel so tight, kitten. I can't wait to fucking break you," with that he started to thrust into you

You hanged onto him desperately as you felt him going in and out of you. The cat tail sticking on you, wet from your juice and sweat. You let out wail as he pounded into you faster and he pulled on your clamp.

Just as your mind blurred and you were about to collapse you felt him gripped your waist tightly as he came inside you.

Panting slightly he pulled out, before covering your body with his blanket and cuddle you.

"T-take out the thing, you dick,"

"Nope staying in, Kitten"

"You-"

"Be quiet, love. Before I go another round,"

With that you quickly shut up and went to sleep.

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #707 x reader #707 x reader smut #mystic messenger x reader

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jaehee best route presentation

this is just me jokingly dunking on mysme's other routes and pointing out the weird and wacky shit that happened in comparison to jaehee's significantly more tame route (because i love her route. we stan jaehee in this household.)

meant to make a presentation cause a bunch of friends were getting together to make some dumb af presentations but im procrastinating

anyway ive never played deep story or another story mode. and the only routes ive actually played are jaehee's and yoosung's. i cant be bothered to do anyone else's (the notifs get so annoying. im the type of person who sometimes spends whole days in a row desiring me time and being all alone. so guess what when you give me a game thats basically like a messenger in which you have to actually interact by then? its like. actually socializing! which no. it hit my social limit and i just stopped trying after multiple bad endings trying to actually get to zens lol)

since im not gonna be showing off my presentation (because ah.. socialization.. and two, now im kind of scared i might trigger someone..?)

so. here.

MAJOR MYSTIC MESSENGER SPOILERS

its a gif..

[ Content warning: Swears, possibly triggering content, uh. Mention of bombs, death (faked su//cide), possible implied in//est thoughts (he doesn’t harbor those thoughts I don’t think, but it can still be the impression he gives off), ..mention of s*x maybe?, kidnapping, held captive, weird shit that’s meant to be kinky but actually comes off as really creepy, INACCURATE PORTRAYAL OF PEOPLE WITH MENTAL ILLNESSES, cringe, false reporting / negative media, captivity, yandere ending sob??, and ill add more if i can think of more - and torture. I wont go indepth but ill mention it. …beastiality? Just remembered headbang. I dont think its said but ppl kinda see the implications of it i think. ..ive never played his route so i have no clue | is cucking a trigger??? I dont..>>>????? / sexual implications probably | mentions of S/A. It doesnt happen but a character falsely accuses another to ruin their reputation, toxic relationships ]

thats it lmfao

what i was going to continue with:

jumin. so. you know that bad ending where you're basically kept in his house and he puts trackers in your shoes so you can only walk as far as like the kitchen away from him and doing so alerts him and shit?? and its played off as being some kinky shit i think but like hello? (also i think. it was either him or saeran, but we fuck in the basement he has trauma in??)

(i mean theres also the thing with his cat. the 'i'll treat you like my pet' or something like that line?? i dont remember. or zen having a dream that elizabeth his cat was running away so he locked her up even worse so then when he opened the door she ran??)

707 is the most story-depth i think, the one ppl consider canon. in which. crazy shit probably happens there with the obligatory kidnapping and bomb threat. i honestly cant remember i didnt even go to his page to check . altohugh i think theres an ending where saerans is like 'give me a hug'. 707 does. then saeran kills him. which. oof…. poor guy. or its revealed who their dad is and basically bad things happen i think?

saeran/ray/unknown. inaccurate depiction of mental disorders or something like that (not meant to offend with wording, but i can never remember the names of shit). it was like.. we first get to know ray whose the nicer one. and then there's saeran whose an absolute asshole. there was something like 'if you dont listen something bad will happen' (which is apparently something his mom said to him or something like that?) very sucky situation

V. cucking??? IDFK wtf

V's CELL?

DRUGGed. from. RAY's. TORTURE. okay. okay.

(someone explain to me whats going on in that ending where we're cucking, im so confused)

ah...

so. yknow. jaehee's route is significantly more tame. and relaxing. and stress relieving imo.

the end

#mysme #mysme jaehee #mystic messenger #jaehee mystic messenger #jaehee kang #thoughts #presentation #do not take this seriously #queued because there's no way im taking the time to finish the presentation

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