#mystic messenger scenario

[carnivorousyandeere]

If that's the case then it would be a crime if you don't include yan Mad doctor/scientist

Well, if it would be illegal not to… 🤭

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: unethical medicine, medical play, unsafe knife play, blood play, fear play, sadistic yan

Info: bottom reader, sub reader

Yandere mad scientist bending you over an examination table, flipping up your flimsy hospital gown, their gloved fingers sliding inside you, opening you up… unbuckling their belt and fishing their cock/strap out, sliding it inside you with a hiss. You can feel their breath, hot and humid, even through the medical mask pressing against the back of your neck, can imagine how they must look, their glasses fogged up and crooked, skin slick with sweat. Their gloved hands trail all over your body, preparing you for the real course, their scalpel. Carving their name into your back, shivering and relishing in your choked sounds when they hook a slicked and bloodied finger in their mask and pull it down to shove their tongue as far as they can into the wounds they’ve left. Don’t worry too much, they’ll disinfect it once they’re done. After all, they’re your beloved and loyal doctor…

[natasha-in-space]

RFA boys+ jihyun having a child who is a "daddy's kid" to the point that their wives are annoyed (like why does he love you so much)

Yoosung

Yoosung is a dad who I think is laid-back and fun. He is a parent, with whom you can share your stressful day at school and get genuine understanding and an uplifting pat on the head that will leave you feeling relieved and secure almost immediately. He's a bit clumsy, of course, as he's used to being the youngest in practically every group he has ever been in. And now that place is taken by someone else! His kid can build a genuine bond with him through mutual trust and understanding, thanks to his easy-going attitude. It's not surprising to see his child growing up to have a deep affection for their cool father. Yoosung will chuckle and pinch your cheeks if you pout and grumble about him stealing all the attention for himself. He finds it absolutely adorable to see you huff and puff, but you can't hide the smile blooming in the corners of your mouth as your child clings at his legs with happy giggles falling from their lips. The sight is too cute to be upset about. On the weekend, he will make certain to arrange a family picnic for you two. One where you all will be spending quality time together as a family.

Zen

Zen is a doting father, hands down. His family did not provide him with support, self-confidence, or even a trustful place for him to share his real struggles during his childhood. With his own family now with you, he will make sure to never make those same mistakes again. Unfortunately, that means that he has a habit of spoiling his kid a bit too much. It's nothing too bad, but it still leaves you as the one being the strict parent telling your kid that, no, eating another ice-cream is not a good idea, and that will make them sick. I'm not saying that Zen isn't capable of being strict. Despite this, he may encounter difficulties with his approach. He's anxious to not come off as too controlling or judgemental. And hey, there is nothing wrong with having a couple of hurdles. Parenthood is a journey filled with many twists and turns that you can't be ready for. With you two working as a team, though, you will get through anything. Zen's love language is words of affirmation, so he'll be praising you in the eyes of your kid quite often. It's sweet. It teaches your child to be confident in sharing their inner thoughts.

Jumin

Jumin is... he's a bit clumsy when it comes to parenthood, but in a very endearing and sweet way. Unfortunately, Jumin didn't have a very good and healthy childhood to look back on. I actually think that having a child of his own will nudge him into actually processing and acknowledging the neglect and abuse he had to go through in his childhood and early adulthood. He wants to believe that his father a good man. That their relationship is one of support and love. After all, Jumin is a family man. But, as he tries to seek out his father for advice, he realizes that... he doesn't want to raise his own child in the same way his father raised him. And that makes him pause. Jumin is a father who is deeply loving and tender. His child receives all the respect and warmth in the world from him. He supports them on every tiny interest they have, almost to a funny degree. His kid likes dinosaurs? You will receive a package filled with encyclopedias and scientific literature on the subject that he will read through with the most captivated look on his face. Does his kid like watching magical girl anime? Well, now he has sparkly pink stickers on his every office supply, and he is not ashamed to show them off. Jumin Han loves his family with all his heart, and he will express it to the world without any shame. However, if he notices that you are growing a bit jealous of the way your child is always showering him with affection, he will have a talk with them. It's almost unbelievable how well he communicates with his child. You will come home to an adorably drawn card with you three holding hands and smiling, that your child has drawn for you. And a small doodle from Jumin on the back.

Saeyoung

Saeyoung is yet another father who is devoted to his child almost to a fault. He is both excited and terrified about his future as a parent at the same time. To say that he had a difficult childhood would be like saying nothing at all. Heck, if you ask him, he'll tell you that he feels like he had no childhood. From as early as he can remember, he has always been the caretaker. The protector. He had to. To survive, it was necessary for him and his brother. So, all he has on what it means to be a good parent is based on media he has consumed. He has no other source to seek advice from. Sure, he considered V to be his father, but... he'd much rather not think about that now. He's trapped in a very paralyzing dilemma. He's a family man, and he wants to start his own happy family with you. He adores kids, and the idea of having a tiny person to spoil and take care of makes him grin so wide. But, at the same time, he feels utterly terrified at the prospect of becoming a parent. He is afraid of hurting the child, even if it wasn't his intention. Terrified of making the same mistakes his caretakers have made. Terrified of this responsibility. It's something he'll have to resolve in therapy, before you two decide on having children, be it by adoption or natural means. As an actual father, however? His child will never feel unloved. He showers them in gifts, treats, books, all kinds of things! He spends his every evening with them. He is involved in their school life and their interests. He is always there for them. So, it's not that hard to imagine your kid growing a bit too attached to their amazing dad. Saeyoung will tease you about a bit, sure. But, in a typical Saeyoung fashion, he will prepare a surprise for you and your child. One that will connect you and provide you with much-needed alone time. Maybe a game of an escape room, or maybe a video game he created just for you two. Either way, it's a fun way to remind you just how wonderful this man truly is.

Jihyun

Talking about this with Jihyun is amusing because Lucy is shown to be quite playful with him. But, who's to say he can't switch your roles at times? Jihyun's perk as a father is his supportive attitude. Much like Zen, he grew up in a family that forced him to deny his true wants and desires, and he wants to do all he can to make sure that Lucy never has to be ashamed of what her tiny heart is longing for. He'll just be a bit concerned if she starts hanging out with Uncle Saeyoung too much, to the point where she wants to build robots for a living. Jihyun is not very good at technology! He does his best to engage with her, though. You can't help but laugh as you catch them playing video games one evening, Lucy absolutely crushing your husband on every single round. From what you can tell, Uncle Saeyoung taught her well. If Lucy doesn't spend enough time with you, I don't think it'll be an ongoing issue. You and Jihyun have built a very healthy and open communication between yourselves, so the problem will get brought up almost immediately. And resolved just as quickly.

[mcverse]

𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 “✮⋆˙ 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐰𝐢𝐩” 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬!

[keii]

Morning after Yoosung's bday 🤭

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Saeran takes care in arranging the cheese plate, although he knows he doesn't have much reason to be so meticulous. The two of you are probably going to devour it over the course of the next few minutes— after all, both of your circadian rhythms are severely skewed after last night (or this morning, to be more precise). The RFA party ran late, and then, despite the hour, the other members wanted to spend a bit of quality time together as a group. After that, of course, the pair of you had to make the trek from the party hall in the city to your marital home in the countryside. Saeran drove, and though he assured you that he wouldn't mind it if you fell asleep, you insisted on staying awake with him, playing silly driving games until the two of you were safely in the house. After getting into your respective pajamas and brushing your respective teeth, you and Saeran fell asleep sometime around three in the morning. 

The two of you only woke up about an hour ago, ravenous, as anyone would expect, and now, here you are, combining forces to throw together a low-effort lunch. “Honey, if I sliced up an apple, would you eat it?” You ask. You threw on one of Saeran’s sweaters after getting out of bed, but otherwise, you’re still in your pajamas. This makes you look even cuter than you normally would, leaning on the counter and staring contemplatively at a basket of apples. 

Saeran regards you fondly. “I think most people just eat apples whole, don’t they, my love?” He can’t help but tease you a little. After all, you’re just so adorable.

“I don't think most people put whole apples on their charcuterie trays,” you grumble, though your eyes shine despite your apparent annoyance. Saeran can tell that you’re just making a production of it, trying to entertain him— and, to your credit, it’s working.  “What about tomatoes?”

“Anything is fine,” Saeran assures you, carefully slicing the mild brie that he picked up a few days ago in anticipation of this exact event. After the last RFA party, he learned that neither one of you is really up for cooking a proper meal the next day.  “It's like we're having a picnic,” he muses. Granted, it’s the middle of winter, so it won’t be possible to have your lunch outside, but this is the same kind of food that Ray would have prepared if he’d ever been able to set up that picnic he promised you back at Magenta. 

You grin. “In our pajamas?” 

“Hm.” Saeran looks down at his oversized T-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Although he can’t say that this was a factor of his original picnic fantasy, now that he’s actually living it, he is largely  unconcerned with what the two of you are wearing. He's happy to be comfortable, after all, and he's even happier to see you equally comfortable. “I guess so.”

“That's a great idea,” you decide, placing a pair of whole apples on the plate with the cherry tomatoes and blueberries, despite your earlier reservations. “I'll go get a blanket. We can eat on the floor.” Now Saeran understands— the ambiance of your indoor picnic is more important to you than the aesthetic quality of the charcuterie board. Truth be told, he can’t help but agree, especially considering how excited you sound.

Saeran returns your grin. There's never a dull moment with you, that's for sure. “I've never had an indoor picnic before.” It's not something that he ever would have thought of before he met you. Honestly, he spent so long daydreaming about that specific picnic in the garden that now, he cannot divorce the idea of a picnic from the image that he created in his mind. He’s glad that you can see the situation from a different angle. 

“There's a first time for everything,” you call from the living room, where you are setting up a picnic blanket on top of the rug. “Maybe somebody’ll write a book about us or something.” 

“Maybe you're right, my love,” Saeran calls back, carefully arranging the cheese on the plate. “We’re innovators, aren’t we?” As he does every time he takes a moment to reflect, Saeran finds that he feels thankful to be by your side.

[morose-melodies]

Oh hello! Can you write for yandere Jumin and V from Myistic messenger with a reader who really realty REALLLYYYY likes otome games? And occasionally Simp with its characters?

gone too soon | yandere! jumin and V x reader

summary: you like otome games a little too much and it's starting to get bothersome.

content warning: unhealthy relationship (jumin part)

(sorry it took so long!! I hope this is what you wanted ♡)

v

v isn't a jealous man.

well, he's usually not a jealous man, but recently, he's been feeling... jealous. he's never spoken to you about it though because what he's jealous over, is pretty childish.

instead, he tried to be happy because you were happy... but you were happy for the wrong reasons- why dies a fictional man make you so happy? why does he make you giggle and blush?

he isn't real.

v didn't understand, but he tried his best to not be bothered because he was better than that- that's what he told himself at least.

but he found himself feeling... bothered every time you took out your phone, knowing you were about to talk to your fictional boyfriend.

it's so frustrating, watching another "man" make you happy. v should be the only one making you happy, so he began putting more effort into everything he did with you.

waking up in the morning? he'd pamper you with love, more love than usual.

taking you on a date? he'd take you to the grandest places and if you didn't like that, he'd take you wherever you'd like and make sure to make it extra special for you.

going to sleep? he'd hold you in his arms, his fingers tracing your skin and he whispered soft words to you about how much he loved you.

all of his hard work paid off... well, sort of, at least.

on your most recent date with v, in a nature park, the two of you were observing a river. it was a fast, deep river and v was afraid to let you stand too close to him, so settled with holding onto you.

then he heard your phone buzz, over the sound of the loud, crashing waters. he nearly rolled his eyes before noting that you were smiling at him, "do you want to take a photo? I'll even pose for it."

a photo with your face in it? how could he possibly say no? he hesitantly released your hand and took a few steps away from you, his eyes glued to your surroundings, in case of an emergency.

he took out his camera and took two photos of you, all was well, at first. then the third picture, you tried to change poses which caused you to slip from the mud surrounding the river.

v panicked, but he was prepared, so before you could fall into the river, v took ahold of you and pulled you into his arms all while taking advantage of the moment by pulling your phone out of your pocket and tossing it into the river.

yes, yes, it was petty, but v didn't know what else to do about the issue. well, now it's been solved for at least two weeks.

you wrapped your arms around v as he pulled you away from the river. he was clearly shaken up by what happened, even more, than you were, you could tell by the way he held onto you.

"did you at least get good photos?" you asked in an attempt to lighten his mold but he didn't seem to feel any better, "that doesn't matter. come with me, let's go somewhere else."

now that your phone was gone, v just needed to distract you for the rest of the date, so that you wouldn't pull your phone out.

and it was quite hard, actually. after the two of you went elsewhere, you began reacting for your back pocket and v noticed, so before you could reach it, he took your hand into his and held you close to himself.

you'd smile at him and he loved watching the way your eyes would twinkle when you smiled. this was much better, having your happiness directed towards him... instead of a fictional character.

and perhaps that did make him jealous.

jumin

what's so special about your phone?

why do you drop everything for your phone the second it buzzes? why does it make you smile so widely? why does it make your face flushed?

what is so special about that stupid phone? jumin wondered, watching as you sat on the couch with your phone in hand, biting down on your lip.

are you seeing someone else? jumin furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you. his chest tightening at the thought of you loving someone else.

he couldn't allow that to happen, because you said you were in love with jumin and no one else. you love him, there's no need for anyone else to be in your life.

because you have jumin!

so jumin got rid of your phone. he tossed it into the trash while you were asleep and pretended that nothing happened.

when you woke up from your nap, the first thing you reached for was your phone, but you didn't find it, odd.

you got out of bed and began looking around the room for it but you still didn't find it, feeling defeated you walked into the living room, where jumin resigned.

"are you feeling well, (y/n)?" jumin straightened his back when you walked in and couldn't help but noticed the dejected look on your face, "lost my phone," you replied as you sat down beside him.

"why is that a bad thing, (y/n)?" jumin questioned you, as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, "it just is... I don't think you'd understand," you replied as you placed your hand over jumin's hand.

"you shouldn't be so hung up over something so... replaceable," jumin smiled to himself as he watched you lift your head to look at him, "I know... but it's just-"

"to me... it's almost as if you loved your phone more than you loved me... but that isn't true, right?" jumin questioned, his chin pressing against your shoulder as he leaned closer to you.

you laughed softly, your eyes meeting jumin's as you said, "of course not... I love you a lot more than my phone."

that was only half of the truth though, jumin's "love" has become something so... forceful that you've begun to feel yourself drifting away from him slowly.

you didn't like when he asked questions like that- questions where you were forced to reciprocate his feelings.

and jumin could tell that you were becoming distant which is why he had to throw the phone away! how else would he be able to mend your relationship with him?

there was no other way.

"I love you too, (y/n), so much more than you could imagine," jumin pulled you closer to him, his fingers grazing the soft skin on your arm before pausing, and backing away slightly, "why are you hesitating?"

a nervous laugh left your mouth as you shrugged, saying, "I didn't even notice... it wasn't on purpose, I promise. I do love you, I really do, I promise."

a small smile made its way onto jumin's face as he nodded. he could see right through you and your lies. as hurtful as it was, he knew he couldn't force you to love him, so instead, he would train you to love him.

so that way, one day your love would come naturally.

[mys-me-stuff]

requests?

hi friends, i'm hella late to the party but i grew up on mystic messenger and fanfic, and recently rediscovered a love for both of these things. with that said, i'm also very unsure of where to start.

will not write: anything that is socially unacceptable, pls don't even make requests like that. that's a wide range of things, i'm aware. just be normal, i beg.

will write: angst, fluff, (bad) smut, anything else within the realm of normal people requests that someone smarter than myself may come up with.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

Warning: implied/referenced stalking

‘You’re wonderful. Flawless, even.’

‘Mmm, flawless is pushing it.’ 

Her blush wasn’t very noticeable, a light pinkish tint on her warm brown skin, barely illuminated in the garden’s dim lighting. But Ray saw everything. Every little detail, every slight reaction; his senses were keenly honed in on every manner of her presence. He had no doubt his face looked a little flushed too but that was alright. After all, why hide it? She already knew how his heart raced for her.

‘Is it?’

‘I’m not as perfect as you think, Ray. No one is.’

‘Well, you are to me.’

‘Ahh…’ she made a flustered sound and covered her face with her hands. Ray smiled, willing her to move them. Show me your face, he thought, and as if hearing his silent plea, she parted her small hands like curtains, peeking up at him through delicate fingers.

‘You know exactly what to say to flatter someone, huh?’ 

He gave a quiet little chuckle. ‘Oh, I don’t know… I suppose it just comes easily to me when it’s you.’ He took her hands, gently peeling them away from her face and watching how her eyes widened slightly at the gesture. ‘Every moment I spend near you, I just can’t help but be aware of every single thing I like about you. Complimenting you feels like the most natural thing in the world.’ 

She flushed far more visibly at that. Ray laughed softly once more, his hands gently squeezing hers, preventing her from hiding behind them. Oh, how he delighted in those flaring cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to cup her face and gaze into those eyes, stroking her soft skin with his thumbs and muttering endless sweet praise to see just how red she would go. And he would mean every word. 

‘Um, th-thank you… I like you a lot too, Ray. Just- um- you haven’t known me for very long-’

I’ve known you for so much longer than you think… He wouldn’t dare utter such a thought out loud, however. Ray didn’t know how she would take it. She couldn’t know how many months he’d spent watching, waiting. Yearning. Would she be upset if she knew? Scared, even? Of course, he’d only ever done so with good intentions but what if she didn’t like it? What would she think of him? Would she call him a creep? Would she think him crazy if she knew exactly to what lengths he would go to keep her safe and in the palm of his hands? Would she try to run away? No, he couldn’t take that chance. He didn’t even want to even think about it.

‘I’m sure there’ll be all kinds of things you don’t like about me, to be honest. I don’t understand why you already seemed to like me so much so soon after meeting me for the first time...’

The girl’s words made him frown a little. Did she doubt his sincerity? Worse still, was it possible she was suspicious of him…?

She seemed to pick up on his concern, as she brought his hands to her chest and looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a shy but undeniably warm and reassuring smile, before she continued to speak.

‘What I mean is, I want to spend more time together, Ray. I want you to get to know me properly and I really want to know you. If you still like me so much after that… well, then we can keep going from there.’ There was still a faint blush over her features as she smiled up at him. The crinkles beneath her twinkling eyes made him think of the gentle creases and overlapping folds of petals around the stem of a rose. 

Ray wasn’t entirely sure he understood what she meant, but she’d said she liked him and that she wanted to spend more time with him, so, that was what mattered most, right?

‘I… like the sound of that. And Princess, I don’t think you could do anything at all to make me dislike you. I would do anything for you, MC.’

[myslibrary]

Scenario: RFA reacting to Break ups (Angst)

Zen:

• Zen was out past the usual time..again. You sat in the living room with only the fridge humming loudly and the murmurs of the TV. Over thinking made it harder to process a true thought.

• You checked the wall clock only to see it was 3 AM. You frowned a bit. All day you were sick, but for some reason it seemed he had more on his agenda than to stay home. The TV became louder, which grabbed your attention in confusion

“Scandal?? Actor Zen found hanging out with New Actress a/n, getting too friendly in public! witnesses say Zen was ‘all over her’ behind a coffee shop new couple?!? What will this do to his career!”

•  The sound of the TV struck a cord in your throat. Your frown became stronger as your heart began to sink. 

• Your hands quickly went to your phone as your breath became to hitch, Looking all over social media was a nightmare you once dreamed of. She was so...Pretty. Your eyes stung and water went down your cheeks warmly

• Just then the door opens and out comes an irritated man. His brows were furrowed as he walked in, rubbing his shoulder. He said nothing to you.

• Just then your eyes shot up to the man, “Where have you been?” He looked over at you and his frown dropped to worrisome. “what do you mean...” His voice began to decline as he glared at the tv then to your phone. it was a picture of him with his arm around another women.

• He just scoffs and smiles,” C’mon. You don’t really believe that do you. It’s happened before. They’re just scan-” You immediately cut him off  “They were never this late.”  You stood up and began to walk to your all's room. taken aback, he snaps,” What so you believe the media and not me? It’s not like i had sex with her. I wasn’t with her tonight.”

• Your whole body froze. His words sent cold shivers down your back. “excuse me? Zen of course they would think women you are out with are yours. You rarely take me out anymore...so maybe I do believe so.” Your brows began to furrow as you yelled and cried. He stood there motionless. “Mc..Its not true..”

• You rushed into the room, grabbing a bag. It was late, you had no where to go but all that mattered was you’re out. “Where are you going? Mc?! Stop! You’re not going anywhere!” He quickly grabbed your hips. You turned around and smacked him. “If you cant tell me where you were then i can’t be here.”

• You could see the mans body exhale with a sigh. “Alright...I was out with her. But it wasn’t like that I swear. She’s just casted in the same production as me. please believe me.” His voice shook. Frowning he tried grabbing your hand, as he got closer you smelt feminine body spray. “I can’t i’m sorry. I need to go.”

Yoosung: 

• It was close to when Yoosung would be home from school. You thought you would surprise him, since he has been stressed about his exams. You both have been arguing for the past few days, but you decided to put that behind you. 

• As you waited on the couch, your eyes began to wonder around the room, holding a mug you got him for his hard work, when you heard the door. He looked stressed?

• You offered a hello and he just smiled a bit, rose his brows and walked to his bedroom. “Uhm. Yoosung, are you okay?” All you got back was a groan.

• “what are you doing here? You said you would be busy.” Yoosung continued, “You didn’t have to come. You know I’m also busy.” Your smile immediately dropped. 

• “Oh. You were having a bad week, so I thought hanging could change that.” Your eyes fell to the floor, embarrassed. “Well. I’m busy.” It seemed your emotions didn’t phase him. His eyes stuck on you seemingly waiting for you to leave.

• “Yoosung, you’ve been avoiding me. What is wrong? Can we please talk.” He scuffed at your question, brows furrowed, while his eyes crawled to the wall, hesitant on his next words. He threw his backpack at his bed with frustration and sighed.

• “I’m not sure-” He froze, “If this is what I want. Okay? There’s your answer. I have too much going on.” The air became cold and surrounded you. All you could do was hold your breath, You didn’t want to move at all.

• “What did you expect from me then Yoosung. Answer that. Did you expect me to be just like Rika? Is this what it’s about. “ Your voice began to rise a bit as your eyes stabbed his face with betrayal.

• “I think you should go, y/n.” He glared. “No! I won’t just go. Answer my question!” You hiccupped a bit as he stayed quiet.

• “Fine. Here. Good job on your exams. I came here to fix things, because I miss you. But I'll take the hint” you sat the mug down sternly on his desk. It didn’t break. Yoosung's rage grew in a smooth, yet fast way. With red entering his vision, He threw it at something aggressively in front of you, causing it to bust, with a shard lightly slicing your cheek.

•  Your eyes grew wide with freight. Your hand lightly clasped your own cheek as blood began to pour out of the cracks of your fingers a bit. You looked down at your hand, silently crying in confusion. “Y/n...” Yoosung then began to realize what he said to you, and what he did. He grew with shock. “What is WRONG with you..” you get a sigh out.

• “ I did nothing but cheer for you. I was the only one TRULY supporting you! And this is what i get. Rika couldn’t even be there for you. Don’t come back looking for the one who was really there for you out of everyone.” All you could do was get a laugh of air out. “I’m sorry.” All he could do was sit there, staring at you. 

• “I told you already to not look for someone’s shadow from me. You lied. didn’t you.” He just sat there, avoidant to eye contact. “If that’s how it is, have it your way. I’ll be out of your way like you wanted.” 

Jaehee:

•You and Jaehee were at the cafe counting the drawers at the end of the night. You finished counting the drawer she handled that day and waited patiently. Just passing the time watching her.

• You notice her itch the back of her neck as she sighs, “Uhh, is something wrong..?” You question the brunette sitting in front of you.

• “I felt you could have been more interactive with the store today.” There was a sudden pause of tense silence,” That’s all.” You felt overlooked by 100. With any reply to come out, it had to be a quiet dramatic gasp.

• “Jaehee, Please tell me you’re just messing around. Did you not see any of the projects or cleaning I have done this week alone? Where is this coming from?” You stood up, now looking down at her.

• “Correct me if I'm wrong, but these projects and this ‘cleaning’ you’re telling me about, these were all things I've asked you to do. I had to tell you to do these things.” Jaehee folds the envelope and closes the safe.

• “I wish you would pull your weight.” She walks out of the room as you trail behind her. “Excuse me? When we started this together, we both came to an agreement about doing what I can while hosting the parties.”

• “I’m sorry, I thought being my partner, you would see when I'm having issues handling this on my own.” Jaehee argues, her heels clicking on the wood was the only sound filling the cafe.

• You had no other choice but to sit in your confusion and pity. “Well,” You quietly responded,” What happened to communicating. I cannot read your mind.”

• “Yeah, I think we made that clear.” You were unsure as to why she was so upset about this situation. “Jaehee, can you stop walking away from me and talk to me!” You grab at her arm and she pulls away to look at you.

• “This isn’t the only thing I feel alone in. I feel alone in this too. Us.” You eyes went wide. You were not expecting this situation. Your heart was trying its best to explode from your chest.

• “What do you mean,” All she could do was keep quiet,” What have I done for you to feel this way? I have given my ALL for you. Jaehee, where is this coming from?” Your eyebrows furrow, with your rage spewing in all different directions. “What are you trying to say to me? That I have done NOTHING for us?” Words just kept coming out from you due to based confusion.

• “ Have I not spent countless nights hearing you cry on the phone about how much you were in pain at your old job? Was I not the one holding your hand when you got the keys for this place? What have I not done for you? Look,”

•  All Jaehee could do was look down, avoiding eye contact, “If i can’t give you what you need, when I’ve gone to the literal ends of earth for you, I personally don't know what else you expect from me.”

• You Stomp past her as she quickly races after you.

Jumin:

• The time you had spent with Jumin was always cherished. But recently, You have felt the resistance from him seeing you. All the dates you’ve planned have gone unattended by him. Bed times now were spent alone. Almost seemed as if he was avoiding you.

• The worst fear you could ever imagine may becoming alive. The tall stoic man walks into the door, quite early. His eyes follow your figure as you bounce off the couch. His emotionless face tells all. You slowly walk towards him as your smile carries the same speed as you move. 

• “Welcome home, Honey.” You grabbed his jacket, “Hello.” You stand waiting for a kiss to your head, but he quickly caresses your cheek and just walks past you to his home office. “Jumin. I’m concerned about something important...” He sighs holding his face, looking at you, “And what could that be?” 

• “Are you getting bored of me?” The man only looks at you in confusion, “No. I just have a life of my own, Knowing beforehand i thought you would understand that.” You frown from his rejecting response. “Babe, That’s not the answer i wanted...” 

• “Did you want me to lie?’” His chair swivels around to his computer. All you could do was scuff in disbelief. “Well You haven’t made the effort to see me recently. I try but it seems you just reject any invitation.” You walk around his desk to see his face, but as you do he went to stand.

• Now he is looming over you, coldly. “Don’t you see I am busy. It is because I have important priorities at this moment to attend to. I will not let anything unbeneficial disrupt my work.” He places his large hands on your shoulders to move you aside. 

• “What am I to you then? Why wont you face me?” You shout as he walks away from you. “I already told you. I recommend understanding.” You could only feel your heart break with rage. After every night losing sleep of this man crying vulnerably in your arms about his situations, to diss you as an assistant. 

• “Turn to me and look me in the eyes. Then I will believe you.” He stops in the door way, sighs, and turns around. Jumin Han, CEO, was now standing 8 inches away from you, again looking down at you coldly. “You’re not benefiting me. I have more important matters to attend to than this useless conversation. 

• Maybe he was having an unbearably rough day, but this did not justify his cold words to you. “Then find benefits with this unimportant piece of silver.” You plunge your ring into his chest. Jumin reaches for his chest as he exchanges the ring, refusing to let it drop to the floor. 

• This man just stood there, listening to your heels clatter on the marble flooring. He already acknowledge his words were inexcusable. instead of following you, begging, he let you walk away, as he felt defeated by the sight of your ring in his hand, not sure how to assess his own burnt bridge.

Seven: 

• Your relationship with seven was a rough one. There was a point where you felt nothing for the man, but you hoped it was only temporary, maybe it was love but you were slowly giving up. You both would argue and try to keep things together

• A small argument turns into a loud boisterous screaming match typically. But you thought things were okay between each other. Earlier in the day you both were in each others arms giggling about the little things.

• His job was having a party for the spies in the company, You were standing by the buffet sipping your wine thinking to yourself. You eyes can’t help but wander and search for your ginger haired husband. 

• Your eyes were struck by a sudden heart drop of a scene. A female co-worker rubbing up his arm. You can’t honestly tell if he’s enjoying it or trying to avoid it, All you knew was the filling rage in your face. 

• You walk up to the two, “uhm excuse me, could you please stop...?” You grabbed the girls hand and she just looks at you. “uhm, Seven who is this?” The co-worker genuinely looked confused. You were loss of words. “What? I’m his wife.” You pull your hand up and show her the ring. 

• “Oh, he never told me he had a wife.” Her eyes were wide at the sight of a ring. “Oh really.” Seven felt his eyes being stabbed out by yours. Your mind was full of enraging questions for the man. All you could objectively feel was hurt and heartbreak.

• “I mean why would he have to. don’t you see the-” You pull up his hand and it appears to be clean of any ring of commitment. Once you notice, your eyebrows raise in sheer shock and disappointment. “Seven. Where is your ring?” The girl laughs at your reaction.

• “I haven’t seen him wear a ring to work. Odd.” She walks away, leaving you humiliated. “Why aren’t you wearing it. Does this-” Seven immediately cuts you off, “Chill out, Its not a big deal. buzz off okay? Quit making a scene.” You just nod to his request take a small sip off your wine and launch the rest at his chest while smashing the glass on the floor, which slices a small sliver of your tights.

• Now, EVERYONE is looking at you too. “What the fuck..” He looks down in shock speaking quietly. “I’m done with this. Put this where yours is, because I'm not wearing mine anymore either.” you drop it on the floor. 

• “You’re just embarrassing yourself, Y/N.” Seven complains, not letting his emotions show, refusing to see his pride struck. shaking his vest the best he can. “No, I believe you have embarrassed yourself. This is not benefiting me anymore. I’ve done above and beyond for you and you play the role of being single at work. Don’t think you’ll see me when you get back.” Your intuition tells you to just walk away without responding to his call backs.

[mrs-han]

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You were hired as a Junior Accountant for C&R International’s Informational Technology department, and you were so thrilled that you had downed three small cups of coffee within seconds.

Lucky breaks and rare opportunities didn’t happen for you, so you often had to call your hiring manager to confirm the time and date of your first day. Your office would be on the eighty-seventh floor, fairly close to the head honchos of the establishment.

Or so you heard. It didn’t matter to you because their positions didn’t benefit you; you were more concerned about making a stellar first impression among your coworkers.

Hoo. Another cup of coffee wouldn’t hurt.

The line to the bustling coffee shop nearly deterred you, especially as you noticed the sea of suits before you. You opted for a business casual fit that made you stand out like a sore thumb; khaki slacks, a bright teal blouse, and white flats. Nobody said anything to you, but that didn’t make their stares less obvious.

You eventually grabbed your coffee, loaded with sugar and extra shots of espresso, and followed the herd of people as they made their way to the many gargantuan elevators nestled elegantly between marble walls. Each elevator was labeled - Basement to Floor XXV. Floor XXV to Floor LV. Floor LV to Floor C.

You were immediately overwhelmed. The initial interview took place on the ground floor, not... oh Lord, you didn’t know your roman numerals. 

Steeling your nerves, you gripped your cup and made your way through to the elevator on the far right... bumping every other person with the laptop bag as it swung carelessly.

Coworkers mingled quietly amongst themselves as the elevator doors closed. If only you knew which elevator you had made it onto, you would have felt way more comfortable. The loud ding after hitting each floor created a temporary hush, and as some people filed out, more filed in. 

Why in the world was the building so big, anyway. The size had astonished you at first glance, but now? Now, you wanted to get the hell off. 

More people filed out, leaving you with a select few. Inching your way to a young woman with her head down, you spoke timidly. “Pardon me, which floor are we on now?”

She turned and gave you a sharp look of disgust and annoyance. You shrank back, ashamed for even asking. Maybe you could quickly pull up a list of roman numerals on your phone and figure it out from there -

Another loud ding suspended your thoughts. As the doors opened, those who were left with you filed out. With a soul-crushing sigh of defeat, you lifted your head.

Metallic, cold gray eyes stared at you. The man staring down at you carried an elegant but deadly serious air. The three-piece suit he donned looked crisp and smooth to the touch, and the jacket he had over his shoulders looked like a grandiose cape worn only by royalty.

You stepped off to one side - he entered and stood quietly. 

“Floor?” You asked.

“Ground,” he answered.

You moved closer to him. “Sure, but can I ask you a question? Where is the... eighty-seventh floor?”

The towering man stared at you. “I take it this is your first day.”

“Ugh, yes.” You exhaled a sigh of relief, even though his tone sounded bothered and indifferent. “I’m a new Junior Accountant for that floor, and the last thing I need is to be late.”

His tense stance relaxed just slightly. “Excuse me.” You took a step back as he reached, pushed two buttons, then turned to you. His voice sounded much softer as he reached into his breast pocket. “How much time do you have until you need to clock in?”

“Ah, five minutes?”

“Ah. You’ll make it in time.” He pulled his hand out and pat the pocket instead. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I really owe you one. My name is MC!” You set your bag down and reached to shake the helpful man’s hand. “And you?”

He extended his hand with grace - as if he were trained to perform the action his whole life. “You may call me Mr. H.”

 “What, you don’t have a first name?” You smirked.

“Oh, H stands for something.”

“Fine, Mr. H.” Amazed by his firm handshake, you couldn’t help but smile at the only fairly friendly face you had seen that day. “Do you work on the ground floor?”

He blinked. “For today, yes. I often need to move from one floor to another throughout the day.” 

“That sounds exhausting. Are you an apprentice for the CEO? You know, considering you just came from the top floor.”

He had never been so shocked before, his brows raised high. “... Of a sort.” 

“What an opportunity,” you sighed, wistful and almost envious. 

“... Yes. An amazing opportunity, indeed.” 

Ding!

You pulled your bag to you and gripped your coffee as the elevator doors opened, your nerves finally playing catch-up.

“Go on. This is your stop. I hope your first day is productive.”

The man’s encouraging voice gave you an inkling of courage. You smiled wide and waved. “Hopefully I’ll see you around, Mr. H!”

He nodded and watched as you walked to your supervisor’s office, ignoring the astonished gazes of the financial ward. 

[plasmasimagination]

THIS EVENT IS CLOSED.

you guys are seriously gonna be the end of me.

324. When I last checked we barely hit 200 ....I love you guys so so so much.

So because of that I'm hosting a small event~

Match ups

I'm pretty sure everyone knows the gig by now but to those who don't - reader/requester describes themselves and their personality,and I match you with who I think fits you

The following information will be needed for the matchup~

THIS EVENT IS CLOSED.

IMPORTANT!!!

Which Fandom of the ones I'm writting for right now, check out ¥¥rules¥¥ (otherwise Ill either have to pick randomly or do for each one of them)

Which character you DONT want to be paired with

Preference Male or Female character,otherwise I'll do random.

Your pronouns otherwise It will be they/them

Your sun,moon and rising sign

Your MBTI

Your appearence (can be you or how you want to portray yourself)

Your personality in short

what your friends think of you (if u have any...)

Anything about yourself even if you think it's stupid or irrelevant I promise you nothing is too much. Also don't be shy we don't judge here so don't hesitate!

THIS EVENT IS CLOSED.

[natasha-in-space]

What are your headcanons for Saeran having Triplets?

Saeran having triplets

I'll be going off of GE Saeran here, cause I believe he's the most likely one to have children.

Saeran wants to start a family with you, and he says that explicitly. Kids are not a necessity for him, though. Family can take a lot of different forms! He's okay with having kids, and he's okay with not having them. It's a shared decision between the two of you. If you do want kids? He's elated. You don't want them? He's more than happy to spend the rest of his life with you and his brother as his closest family.

Now, if you do eventually decide to have kids, it should be noted that it's a huge responsibility. Doesn't matter if you decide to create a child yourselves or adopt one. It's a whole another human being you're now responsible for! Your decision with him will be thoroughly planned and talked about numerously. He'd love to start a family with you... but he does have a tendency to get carried away at times. You'll find him making notes and researching everything there is to know about raising a kid months before you two finally decide to take this first step into the new chapter of your lives. He just wants to be prepared! Depending on your stance, you two might consider discussing this in therapy. After all, having a child is nerve-racking, even if you plan everything advance. Still, despite all the doubts, you two have each other to rely on, so everything is going to be okay through all the hurdles you may have to face.

As I said before, it doesn't really matter which route you want to go with. Not everyone is capable to - or even wants to for that matter - go through pregnancy and childbirth. Saeran respects your decision, and he will love his kids with all his heart, regardless if they share his blood or not. It makes absolutely no difference in his eyes. Family is so much more than just blood to him. He'll be right by your side throughout every step of the way, be it pregnancy, or preparing for adoption. Both of these processes are very stressful and exhausting in their own way!

Saeyoung, and the rest of the RFA members will be elated at these news. The older Choi in particular will practically vibrate with excitement for weeks on end. Saeyoung adores kids and the thought of welcoming another addition to the Choi household? It makes him so happy he could burst. He'll be tinkering away at a whole collection of various toys, as well as other necessities. You won't even need to shop that much - he will create everything by hand.

When it comes to triplets, Saeran will be quite surprised at first. It's not something bad, it's just... a lot. He doesn't really know what to feel, and he will need some time to sort through his feelings properly. He's happy, he's scared, he's excited and he's unsure - all at the same time. It makes his head spin! He's not alone in this though, and that notion helps him a lot. While he does want kids, he also wants to be the best parent he can be. There's so many doubts clouding his mind... What if he's not good enough? What if he hurts your children somehow? What if he'll fail them as a father?

Hold his hand and reassure him that everything will be alright. He's this worried in the first place because he cares so much. Because he already loves his kids, and wants to do right by them, even before they came into his world. And that's the most important thing of all. Once some time has passed, he will lift his head high again.

He can do this. He knows he can. And he can't wait to greet his little angels into their new life on this Earth.

The first few months of being a parent to triplets will be chaotic and stressful. There's good days and there's bad days. No matter how much you've researched and prepared yourselves, it all seemingly falls apart when reality hits you straight in the face. Caring for one child is already hard work enough, but three? Oh boy, you guys have your work cut out for you.

Still, change is always stressful. That doesn't make it a bad thing! Both you and Saeran will be clumsy at first, slowly figuring things out as you go and trying to adjust to the new order of life. You try to split the household chores as much as you can. Both of you are tired, and it feels like you haven't had a good night sleep in ages! Though, all this fatigue fades away seemingly in an instant once you see these three adorable bundle of joys snoozing peacefully in their cribs. Saeran still sometimes tears up upon seeing them, just like he did the first day he held them in his arms.

He never imagined that he'll be able to create something so magical. That he would become a father. When he looks at his kids, he can't help but think of himself and his older twin. They're so small... so fragile. It makes his heart ache with both affection and sorrow for what they had to go through.

He vows to provide his children with nothing but his unconditional love and care. He'll accept them and protect them, no matter what.

You're not alone in your quest to keep the triplets safe and happy, though. Uncle Saeyoung, as well as other members of the RFA, and even Vanderwood often come by to babysit and help you guys with your chores. Your friends also make sure that you and Saeran can spend some time alone occasionally! It's hard to find some peace and quiet when you got three hungry, or sleepy, or bored kiddos on your hands. Saeyoung in particular is great at entertaining them! When it comes to dirty work, though? Yeah, you had to teach him more than once on how to do it right.

Overall, even despite all the sleepless nights and messy days, you wouldn't change them for the world. Saeran got dozens of photos in his diary, depicting your new life almost day by day. With time, everything just falls into place, and all of your worries slowly fade away, being replaced by pure domestic bliss.

Now, as the triplets gradually grow up, it'll all depend on their personality. I'll just write out my headcanons for Saeran as a dad in general!

Saeran, first and foremost, is a caring and doting father. He adores his children to the moon and back, and you don't have to look twice to see it. He has given nicknames associated with plants and flowers to each of them! Be it: 'petal', 'sunflower', or even 'wildflower' - they're all unique to the personality of each child. He makes sure that nobody feels left out. He adores participating in his kid's hobbies and interests. It's like he can learn something new along with them! What's not to love about that? Saeran's also the one helping with their homework most of the times. He never really experienced school for himself, so it's a perfect chance for him to do exactly that.

He's gentle, but can be firm when he needs to. It took him a while to find that perfect balance, but he always conveyed that his love for his children is unstoppable. It doesn't matter if they say something wrong or mess up sometimes. His kids are allowed to make mistakes and learn from them, and he'll never berate them for that.

He does get a little choked up whenever his beloved petals remind him of himself and his brother too much. It's like... he can provide his past self with something he could only dream about, albeit not directly.

A happy loving family.

That's a sentiment he shares with his brother. They often discuss this among themselves whenever they have the time to take the triplets out for a walk in the park together.

They look so happy, and... free.

And that's all he wants.

Saeran will make sure that his children will always have warm food on their table, a parent's caring embrace whenever they need it, and the freedom to play under the blue sky any time they want. And he has you to thank for all of that.

[ridingtorohan]

AU: Another Story route (vaguely referenced). Cross-links: ao3 A/n: Written in 2017. Never edited.

It's hard not to fall in love with Rika. During a late-night garden stroll, it's even harder not to be captivated by everything that she is. Sometimes the darkness haunts you - and other times you willingly step in.

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The garden feels eternally dark with a low and threatening feel to it. It had nothing to do with your company, or the potential of tripping. The lights, bright and blinding, hanging across the vine fencing is enough to see by. The glow is gentle and soothing and graces upon the smooth petals with an air of sincerity, of love and tenderness. Rika’s hair is lit up with a gentle glow, a slow sort of haze that makes you think of her as an angel.

The shadows are long on her face, cruel and unkind and don’t do her justice. It toughens her features, makes her look more monster than man.

Then she might tip her face into the light and any unease you feel melts away. There is something tranquil to the way she upcurves her lips, something soft and inviting. The way she speaks is soft and considering, her gaze never once flitting from you when you speak, her hand soft atop yours. You feel like you are her world, her attention solely focusing on you. It feels both overwhelming and affectionate - it is enough for you to slip up, to give in and surrender your secrets and sins.

The light dances across her skin in the garden, fresh blades of green brush against her wrists as she pulls up something that looks like a rose. Dimly, you are aware that Ray thinks that that is your favourite. Perhaps it is now, with the way she curls her fingers around it. Her eyes remain on you. You never understand why poets give life to blue eyes - hers are the fruits of the earth, the bend of the trees and the lap of the wind. There’s a tenderness, a softness to the angles of her face, something that makes her look homely.

It is not the soft petal of her lips, the swell of her cheeks, the budding of innocence in her face. It is the way she looks at you, admiring and in awe. Thirsty, as if she wants nothing more than to drink you up. You understand then why people seemingly fall prey to vampires in stories - there is an ethereal charm to her, something timeless and beautiful. There is so much devotion to her gaze that you want to fall to your needs and kiss her knuckles and pray to never leave her side. Women like her are the reason men go to war.

It is not just her appearance that pulls you in - the way her hands shifted and brushed against your skin as she helped you adjust your outfit. The precise way she handled your drinks, coffee or hot chocolate or walk milk or tea - anything and everything she held in such high regard. She does not scold herself when she gets it wrong but her jaw tightens and she will try again until she gets it right. The relief and clumsy happiness that spreads across her face is enough for your chest to warm with affection. The casual way words roll off her tongue, hot and sickly against your skin, a fever that you press into again and again and if she is the devil you will fall to temptation. She is smart and blinding in her presence - so much time and devotion and love. She never turns you away, always asks about your day even though she is with you, curious and envious of your life until assurances fall from your lips like a prayer. You will never leave her, you swear. Perhaps it might be smothering by anyone else. Perhaps this is what it is like to drown alive.

“These things must be done in precise order for the desired outcome,” she sighs your name and it is heaven sent. Rika’s lips press against the rose, tender and fleeting. A soft jealousy blushes at the edges of your gut. Her eyes catch yours and you see the darkness within. The light you barely glimpse behind her is so easily sniffed out.

You have always been afraid of the dark but with her you want to smother yourself with it. There are edges to the shadows, uncertainties to the jaggedness, something hard and foul every time you peer in. There’s an intelligence to it - something curious and strong and never fleeting, just receding. It always comes back.

Secrets are buried where nobody can see them and truths become shaded. It makes heroes out of fools and fools out of cowards. You are not afraid of the dark - just what lurks within.

With every darkness, there is light - not her, you realize moments too late, but perhaps you. She trails after you, lingering but never touching - not.. completely. The ache you feel for Rika is what the new moon feels for the light of the sun - incomplete and hollow. You were once warned of her persuasion skills, the curl of her tongue - she is the whisper in the night, the one that keeps you awake all the time.

There are secrets she keeps, ones that will burn you alive if you dry them out, and there are sins she will commit that will make the day shy away. But she will never once betray you - because the truth is this: the night eternal is keeper of secrets. Your mind will play tricks on you, deceive you into believing something is there, that something will harm you. The only thing that the shadows keep is Rika and Rika keeps you. You have nothing to fear from her.

Rika is the reason why people are afraid of the dark - because secrets can tear people asunder, can ruin and devastate them, for every secret is a truth and the truth burns with the weight of the sun.

She is honest, because honesty and truths are shared in the cover of ebony, sinful and sweet and something you never want to let go - it is the allure of the day that takes people away.

You can keep her if you pull the blinds closed and shush the world. It is enough for you not to be afraid of her, or her darkness or the coming of the dawn after - you know that you can trust her.. as much as you can trust the darkness to always be there. After all, you may stare into the dark abyss, but the abyss stares back.

[anas-tasiaa]

Mom: "Why are you always crying looking at your phone?"

[whumper-dumps]

Whumpee who’s immune system is weirdly amazing. Got a cold twice in their life and both were mild enough that they were ignorable.

Maybe their Whumper hasn’t been feeding them well, has kept them in a cold, damp basement for too long, hasn’t let them sleep long enough, or a mix of all three. Either way, when they get sick, they’re hit hard this time. Maybe it’s just a stronger than usual fever, healing them a tad slower than usual, or maybe Whumper “accidentally” fed Whumpee a less than ideal meal, rotted and surely a bad idea to eat. Maybe Whumpee writhes, sweating and groaning, far too weak to do anything other than curl into a ball in hopes the pain will stop. Maybe Whumper glares down at them sardonically, tossing an empty bottle of Advil at them just to torment them a bit more.

Or maybe they get this cold randomly, while out with their team. Maybe they get heat stroke, or an injury that normally would heal fine gets infected. Groaning pitifully over an average fever, the others not understanding how it can be so debilitating.