#mystic messenger zen fanfiction

[hecalledme-jagi]

The Ponderings of a Man In Love

I've had this FanLore for Zen strewing in my brain for a little over a year and finally decided to write it out into a one shot!

Enjoy!

What does it mean to experience first love? 

Zen wondered as he watched you doze off beside him to the sound of a movie you both had forgotten about halfway through. He smiled to himself softly, gently brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. The comforting gesture caused you to snuggle further into his side, cozy and loved. Treasured and wanted.

Zen often thought about the meaning of first love when he was with you. He always felt a pang of guilt over dating other girls before you, even if you weren't bothered by it. He knew you were his yesterday, today, and tomorrow--his dusk and dawn. His moon and stars--leaving him with the fact that you weren't his first, which felt wrong in every way imaginable. So there he sat wondering, and really pondering, what it meant to experience first love. Had he experienced it before? If so, that idea devastated him, leaving his heart aching, poking, splintering, and desperately wanting your comforting. Hoping all his wondering meant nothing. 

He snuggled in close, soaking in your warmth, soothing his self-inflicted wounds, nuzzling your hair, blinking back the sting of tears.

Slowly he doze off to the sound of your steady breathing, calming his anxiety. Slowly learning to bask in the simple pleasures of a quiet evening. 

His breathing steadied, finding rhythm with your own, and in complete unison, your chests rose and fell. 

He found his peace in his small basement apartment.

But absolutely and entirely, he found his peace here with you.

And in his slumber, there came a dream. Or, more accurately, a nearly forgotten memory.

Zen was younger here, much younger than you knew him now. His hair barely reached past his shoulders, fashioned into something of a mullet. His leather jacket just a size too big, but in a year's time, it would fit him perfectly. And he stood in a place filled with familiarity. His secret mountain hideout. The view was the same as it had always been, and somehow, that comforted the young boy, here now, and the man he would come to be. 

The cold evening air nipped at his cheeks and nose, a gentle breeze passing through his hair with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Following the scent with his eyes and nose, he found a scene this young boy very well knew but was far from the scene his adult counterpart adored. There stood a girl who simply wasn't you.

Ji-an, a younger, much more boyish Hyun, recognized with an air of giddiness coating his thoughts, and in like manner, she was viewed with rose-tinted glasses. 

He admired her long black hair as it gently swayed in the passing breeze, her sharp and unusually dark eyes staring down at the view he found so much comfort in, reflecting nothing of the setting sun or the city lights flickering on one at a time. And her lips turned in a slight frown with a lit cigarette in hand. Ji-an was a girl made entirely of mysterious beauty, and for a long time, Hyun might've considered her the most beautiful girl he'd ever met. She was in the same gang as Zen, that's how they had met. She was older than him, but only slightly, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was a force to be reconned with, a calm before a storm. Freedom and rebellion. Anger and desperation. Loneliness and devastation. But other than that, she was a total mystery. Hyun never knew more about her than she let him see, and maybe that was part of why he clung to her so helplessly. Or maybe it was because he envied her and how free she seemed to be. Maybe he wanted to live reckless abandoned where he was allowed to be who he wanted to be, the way Ji-an seemed to. Or maybe it was because bad habits always seemed more attractive than good ones at the start.

Ji-an sucked on her cigarette, holding the smoke in her throat until it burned. 

“You know,” she began as she turned to look at Hyun, “I think if we had met before everything hit the fan, I would’ve fallen in love with you for real.”

Hyun watched and admired the rugged elegance she exuded. Marvalling, despite how her words cut him deeply. His heart secretly wondering--when will anyone ever truly love me?

“For one thing, you’re a real looker,” she leaned in and kissed Hyun's lips softly, leaving the faintest taste of cigarette smoke and strawberry lip balm on the tip of his tongue. 

Is that all I'll ever be? A pretty face barely worth loving? Another secret wonder he wouldn't discover until much later.

“You’re not so bad of a guy either,” she reached out, with her free hand and gently played with the fringe that hung over his forehead. “If I wasn’t so damaged, I’d probably be able to appreciate that heart of yours,” she poked his chest playfully and with a tone of self-mockery, sucking another puff of cigarette tar into her lungs. 

“But instead, here I am, giving you cigarettes, beer, and bad memories,” she scoffed. 

Hyun took a step closer to Ji-an, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He peered into her face, hoping to read the meaning in her words by seeing her expression more clearly, but there was nothing he could see. Her eyes continued to stare dispassionately at the scenic view, and not for a moment did she meet his searching gaze, nor did she acknowledge his presence at her side. Instead, her brow furrowed, and irritation fizzled in her vacant eyes.

"We shouldn't have met," she said, tossing her cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out under her boots. 

Hyun felt his heart drop.

Ji-an turned on her heels and walked towards her motorcycle.

"W.. wait! Ji-an, where are you going?" He called.

There was no answer except the loud roar of a motorcycle engine starting.

"Ji-an!"

She paused, looking towards Hyun, with more emotion in her eyes than Hyun had ever seen before, "Get out of here. Become something." 

And that was it. 

She rode off, the rumbling of her motorcycle fading the farther she got. And Hyun could only watch, confused, lost, and entirely too alone for a boy his age.

Zen jolted awake, beads of cold sweat running down his back and his heart dropping into his stomach, leaving his chest feeling hollow and unbearably lonely until he heard you.

"Hyun?" you said, coming back into the living room with a glass of water, "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, and the frenzy in his eyes became calm. A deep breath entered his lungs, and it was exhaled smoothly.

And that's when his wondering all made sense. 

Zen realized it then as his hysteria calmed at the mere sight of you. He knew then that perhaps in all possibility, before you came and before he had forgotten what life was like in your absence, he would've considered Ji-an his first love experience. And in some way, maybe she was. Maybe she was his first love, but that thought didn't seem to bother him so much anymore. Because maybe love was more about changing than firsts and lasts. 

(Although, admittedly, he was perfectly enchanted by the idea that you would be his last. You would hold all his ending chapters, and perhaps, that was far more important than keeping all his opening phrases.)

Ji-an encouraged his flaws but neglected his strengths. He knew now that they were bad for each other, beasts ravenously hungry for love and acceptance. In love with their shared self-pity. Wanting each other because of the addictive nature of cigarettes, loving the nicotine clinging to their clothes and mingling in their mouths. Loving the faint taste of strawberries after every kiss that made the bitter taste of tobacco seem pleasant and sweet. But even still, she inspired his drive for freedom.

And you? You came and captivated him.

You nurtured his strengths and loved his flaws, and for that, he loved you, but as his feelings began to grow, he wanted to be better for you. He wanted to change. So maybe, just maybe, it was for the best that you came at this moment in his life. You came at the point in his life when he still had room to grow but was mature enough to treasure you wholeheartedly. Perhaps now was the best time to love you--not to say it was the only time he could love you, nor was it the perfect time, for he knew that if he had met you ten years ago or ten years from now, he'd be ready to love you precisely and honestly--so now as Zen looks at you, finally finding his moment of lost peace, he realizes that all this wondering about "first love" was for not because all that matters is that he loves you.

Zen nods, gently grabbing at your waist and pulling you in. He rests his forehead against your torso, hugging your waist tightly.

 "Never better, honey~"

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[kangjaehee]

RFA + sex headcanons

because i am in a Mood. minors do not interact

content under the cut

YOOSUNG.

SUBBY.

like... very. He likes it when u take control.

He likes it when you’re mean to him, when you demand, when you give him no choice but to do as you say if he wants to be a good boy for you.

Humiliation is his shit kinda... he says he doesn’t like it when you highlight how sensitive he is but you, who sees how he trembles at every word you say, you know different.

And on that regard... he’s sensitive. Like, the slightest touch and the right words can crumble him into a whimpering mess within seconds. You’re actually quite shocked. But you absolutely love it.

And he’s loud, too. Doesn’t at all hold back his cries, which sound oh so beautiful to you.

Very into pet play. Likes when you take care of him, likes the element of humiliation that comes with being treated like an animal.

Make him do the gross embarrassing things. Make him eat from a bowl and bark. It gets him off.

Surprisingly, he’s not that much into physical pain or impact, just the control element of it all. He likes it as part of something else, but not in and of itself.

Actually he gets off more in the concept of punishment than the act itself... it urges him on. You think it’s cute. It makes him harder to hear your little dismissive laugh after he whines.

He finishes quite fast but my god does he have stamina. He can go for rounds and rounds that leave you asking for a break.

it turns out all those lolol all nighters he pulled did actually mean something....

Also: the idea of you taking care of him while he’s in the middle of a game??? and not letting him cum until he wins????? GOD it makes him melt.

Very kissy during aftercare. Also very talkative.

You actually have no idea how a person can have this much energy after cumming so many times but hey this is Kim Yoosung we’re talking about.

He doesn’t sext but he does call you to tell you how needy he is. Over the line, you hear him stroke himself to your voice. It makes you lose your mind.

ZEN.

this man has 1 goal and 1 goal only: making you feel good

service top pleasure dom whatever you wanna call it. He just wants you to feel loved and sexy and give you the orgasm of your life.

He likes feeling you. Groping your thigh, manhandling you, kissing you red and raw.

(of course, all while he praises you and tells you how unbelievably gorgeous you are...)

And you absolutely love it. It makes you feel wanted, powerful.

Active sex drive. Y’all do it every other day or so. Not always for long. But it’s an integral part of your relationship. 

He’d do it anywhere. In the kitchen, living room, bathroom, car... He doesn’t need to be comfortable, he just needs his hands and your body to touch.

But don’t misinterpret him, he loves planned affairs too. Especially when you go out of your way to set the mood with lighting and scents and stuff.

LOVES it when you dress up for him. Put on some cute lingerie and sit there, watching as he turns beet red and his breath deepens.

And send him pics. be the biggest tease you can be. Anything relating to you drives him crazy. In his eyes, you’re the sexiest being on the planet, no matter what anyone has told you.

Although keep in mind that he Will warn u about the power u have over him and The Beast potentially coming out at an unwanted moment...

You always tell him to be patient and wait, as if that’s not exactly what you’re after. The Beast always comes out when he gets home though, with him absolutely devouring you in kisses.

Stamina for days... like come on let’s be real he’s a musical theatre performer. He’s Never done.

Not very kinky but has a thing for breeding? creampieing? He wants to claim you, to have something of his inside you.

...And you don’t hate the idea but Babe don’t you think we’re... too young for kids?

Oh my God sorry I didn’t mean it like that... But, hey, don’t you think I’d make a good dad ;)?

You roll your eyes and laugh.

Also he’s not so opposed to the idea of bondage... to have unrestricted access to your body like that (or you to his...)

Surpisingly likes toys. If they make the experience better for you... (and he wants to try them too, though he’s not gonna admit it).

He’s not very keen on being on the receiving end. Doesn’t exactly like not being the one in charge, but he relents every once in a while.

He particularly loves blowjobs. He thinks you look so stupidly sexy while doing them, and the way he flusters and bites his lip... it’s so cute

(One day you’re gonna get him on his knees for you, one day.)

JAEHEE.

Although the tension between you two and the desire you harbored for each other was undeniable, it took you quite a while to get intimate.

When you crossed that threshold, though... Well, let’s just say there was no return.

Lots of kissing. Before, during, and after. She kisses you intensely, with purpose, like she wants to eat you whole. It’s a bit overwhelming. Makes you wonder for how long she’s been saving this.

Quick, does not hesitate. Teases very little, goes straight to it, and has you shaking and remembering nothing but her name in a matter of miniutes.

Stupidly skilled with her hands. They’re good for so many more things other than kneading dough...

Absolutely loves to hear your moans and other sounds. It urges her on. Please be as loud as you possibly can.

The sight of her large honey eyes looking up at you while she’s eating you out has to be one of your favorites.

But while she absolutely adores being the one to take care of you, she actually pefers it the other way around...

And you do too. Because, my god this woman is the cutest being in the universe when she’s flustered. And it’s extremely easy to fluster her.

All it takes is a smile, a kiss, a remark on how wet she is for you... and boom. You’ve reduced her to a mess of whimpers. She’s sensitive and easy to crack.

And it’s funny because all the while you’ll see her trying desperately to hold onto the propriety that she’s so known for. But soon enough it’s gone and she’s cursing and pleading.

You love to tease her because of this. She groans like she hates it but actually doesn’t, actually wants you to do it, draw this out as long as you can. It makes her climax much more satisfying.

She loves when u play with her boobs. Bite them, mark them, grab them, pinch them, maybe slap them if the occasion requires it...

Two words: Praise. Kink.

...Yeah she very obviously has it.

Tell her how well she’s doing no matter what it is that she’s doing. How good she is at taking your fingers down her pretty wet cunt. How well she’s sucking on your clit. It makes her feel like she’s in heaven.

And of course, tell her how she’s a good girl, how she’s your good girl. And watch her fucking dissolve.

(...yeah she’s quite a sub).

She’s into some other stuff... classics like bondage and the occasional spank, more adventurous stuff like wax play.

She likes sexual experimentation. She’d try most things once, just to have the experience, as long as they’re safe, sane, and consensual.

She has quite a bit of stamina and can last long, although she doesn’t exactly like cumming many times in a row or overstimulation in general. Instead, she prefers being edged until she can barely hold it in.

She also cries. It shocked you the first time, but... she cries when cumming.

And after you’re done, she’s always extremely tender and soft, wanting to cling to you for long. You always reassure her, tell her how good she did. Often you like to shower after, or eat something together. Cuddles after sex are mandatory but always remember to get up and do your necessities.

You guys don’t do it often, and don’t like to do it quick. The Jaehee motto is “If you’re going to do anything, do it how it’s supposed to be done” and that applies to sex. But that just makes the encounters you do have all the more special.

JUMIN

for someone whose only experience is having explored his best firend’s body once out of “curiosity” he’s surprisingly very good.

(JUMINV REAL i will die on this hill. i am cheritz actually.)

instinct-driven. doesn’t hesitate. takes you in whole.

composure and propriety thrown out the window, he will make you his. he’s gonna make sure that you forget your own name and only remember his, that you forget everything else but the feeling of his hands on your body and how he pounds inside you.

It’s not hard to get him going. Like at all. Just kiss him deep the way he likes it, grind agaist him, and bam.

He likes to tease verbally, you like grinding against my thigh, love? but not a lot. Eventually his desire to just have you wins him over.

It’s possessive, yes, but it’s his way of showing you just how much he wants you and no one else. You think of it as almost a privilege to be loved so deeply by someone.

Loves marking you, biting into you and then seeing the pretty purple bruises that from, that mark you as irrevocably his. Kisses you a lot during and after. A lot of You’re mines coming out of his mouth.

Also, he loves hearing your moans. And you love hearing his.

It’s actually very funny to tease him, because it’s very easy and he tries to make it subtle. Just push out your shoulder, watch as his face gets red and he swallows, struggling to keep his poise.

And then God save you, because he will not hold back...

You guys do it often. It’s a way for him to destress, so it’s almost a daily affair. A little quickie before bed and after waking up never hurt anyone...

Doesn’t like doing it in public, likes it when it’s just the two of you, though he for sure likes teasing you in public... You’ve given him a handjob in the limo in more than one occasion.

He’s averagely kinky. Likes bondage. Likes calling you his kitten. Likes slapping your ass when you’re both really into it. Not much beyond that. 

The dominant position is comfortable to him, he can let his desires run wild and free, and you like how he exerts his power, how he’s so confident. It almost lights you up.

Though he also has a strange, almost hidden desire for the other side of the coin... he likes being the one with the power taken away, too.

It always oddly attracted him, but he never paid attention to those desires, as they made no sense. But then you suddenly decided to be more dominant one time, and oh boy something awoke in him.

It’s not very easy for him to submit and let go. But it’s extremely liberating once he does so. For a man who has to be thinking and making decisions and bearing more responsibility on his shoulders than any person could imagine, being in a position where he doesn’t have to make any of the decisions is almost cathartic.

He likes being your kitten. Likes the sight of you above him, holding him by a leash and smiling, just as much as he loves the sight of you under him.

Likes impact quite a bit, actually. More on him than on you. It’s a little humiliating to imagine the heir of one of Korea’s biggest conglomerates being spanked raw. But that’s inexplicably a turn-on.

Likes latex a lot. The sight of you on it is pure art.

Also into shibari. Likes the intricacy of it, the protocol, the fact that it’s an art form.

Lot’s of stamina, doesn’t cum easily. Will always make sure you’re the one to finish first or with him. Prefers to cuddle after, sometimes for hours, tightly and in silence or with just a few words exchanged. It’s the act of bodies becoming one, of feeling being not said but expressed in the way his skin contacts with yours.

SEVEN.

Okay so wbk this man is a menace. This applies to sex too.

Most of the time, it’s sloppy and imporvised. Undeliberate, hands everywhere, kisses all over the face. He doesn’t think, and you don’t either. It’s almost funny.

A tease, just because he absolutely loves to see you riled up and begging for it. But, do it a bit aggressively. He’s a bit of a brat. He pushes, and wants you to push back and push harder.

He doesn’t need things at all to be fancy, he can have fun with very little. He’s creative.

But you know what his absolute shit is?? Roleplay.

He does it almost naturally. Has fun with it. Likes the performance element, the not being himself, the play. It’s a way for him to take advantage of all the costumes he’s kept form his agency days.

You’ve found him on more than one occasion just weasring a maid dress and pretending to clean... The indirect was caught and enacted upon.

He’s kind of a jack of all trades. He can top, he can bottom, he can take the strap and rail you until walking is an arduous task.

freak in the streets and the sheets. Truly willing to try anything once.

Pain enjoyer. Likes spanking you, and likes you doing it to him too.

Also likes overstimulation. Edge him, then let him cum, and do not let him stop... just let him go off like that.

Lots and lots of stamina. And also just fucking dies after. Does everything and then five minutes after he’s absolutely fucking spent. To you, it’s shocking. To go from being so loud to being so still...

Likes to kiss during foreplay, but not much during or after. Prefers to tease with words or just let the actions speak for themselves.

One thing about Choi Saeyoung: he’s a romantic partner and extremely entertaining lover. You can trust that stuff will never get repetitive on him. Always switching it up... in all ways possible.

[erimeows]

Partnership

It’s warm as you and Seven sit on the roof of his house, watching the stars in the dark night sky.

When he thinks you aren’t paying attention to him, he does his best to memorize your face; (s/c) skin, (e/c) eyes, a kind smile, kissable lips. God, how he wishes he could kiss you. Briefly, the thought crosses his mind. He’s always loved making impulse decisions. Really, he could just reach over and press his lips against yours right now… But he knows he shouldn’t- for so many reasons.

First off, you don’t truly know him. You know that he has a dark past and that he’s a secret agent- you’re his ‘partner’ who he’s frequently paired with for missions that require more than one person. Still, you don’t truly understand his personal life, even though you frequent his house and spend time with him whenever the two of you don’t have much to do. Maybe… If you saw the person outside of the jokes, the hacking skills, and the fun nights spent speeding down empty roads after successful missions, you wouldn’t like him. Who would? That person- the one who he is when he’s sad and alone- is insecure, angry, and bitter. Someone as wonderful as you deserves better.

At least, that’s what Seven convinces himself. While he’s certain that you would reject him, the scariest part is what would happen if you didn’t. If you, another agent, fell in love and got into a relationship with him. What if you died? What if he died? What if his father or the agency came after you? It’s not worth the risk. You’re a dangerous, talented agent, but you’re not nearly as dangerous as Seven. 

So, he can’t pursue you, no matter how desperately he wants to do so. He trusts you more than anyone. That’s good enough. 

“Tell me a secret,” You say, turning your head to look over at the man. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair fans out beneath your head, and your gorgeous (e/c) eyes sparkle underneath the starlight. “A really good one.”

“I have lots of secrets,” Seven responds, turning to face you as well. Curiosity laces your face, but much like him, you remain careful- guarded. One hand remains in your pocket at most times, most likely gripping the handle of a weapon. “But none of them are good. You know what they say- no one can know about the pasts of cats and hackers.”

“They also say that superheroes tend to have tragic backstories. So, Mr. Defender of Justice, why don’t you tell me yours?”

“You really wanna know about my life? You swear you won’t tell a soul?”

“Of course.”

��Well, I’m the illegitimate son of the Prime Minister. Seriously, the guy’s been trying to kill me for years, it’s kind of embarrassing how bad of a job he’s done,” Seven explains rather casually, even offering a shrug when you shoot him a confused glance. “I have a twin brother who means the world to me, but I went into this line of work to support him escaping from our abusive mom… And, as I’m sure you know, because of the work we do, I can never see him again.”

You hum and sit up, placing your hands on the concrete of the roof. You reach down to touch Seven, and while he doesn’t stop you, he flinches. You caress his face, then run a gentle hand through his hair. He stops to wonder, has he ever been touched like this? Maybe, when he was little, he and Saeran would cuddle on the floor of the basement to stay warm during the winter- comb each other’s dirty hair out with their fingers to keep it from getting matted- hug each other before Seven went anywhere, just in case it was the last time, because with their father hunting them down and their mother hating their existence, ‘tomorrow’ and ‘later’ were never guaranteed. 

Seven pauses, his eyes fluttering shut. This relationship that the two of you have developed is far deeper than it should be for two coworkers who are strictly forbidden from developing attachments. Seven doesn’t even deserve to have what’s left of RFA, and now he has you, too? No- he shouldn’t let you get too close. At least, not any closer than you are now. Everyone around him always ends up miserable, hurt, or dead. 

“I hope you get to see your brother again,” You whisper.

“I think,” Seven pauses, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “It’s best that I don’t. I’m not who I was back then.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Seven opens his eyes to glance at you. You’re hovering over him slightly, your hand now resting against the side of his neck. He’s forced to push away the memories of his mother’s two hands wrapped around it, to compose himself instead of freaking out on instinct. 

“...I don’t know. Different isn’t always bad, but I’m a dangerous person. I want him to be safe.”

“Then… I hope he’s safe- always- if that’s what’ll make you happy.”

“Yeah. I hope so, too,” Seven smiles and pulls away from you to sit up. You rest your head on his shoulder. The smell of your shampoo- your perfume- your everything- floods his senses. He doesn’t stop you, even if he knows he should. “Hey, why don’t you tell me a secret?”

“I don’t really have any. I had a talent for this sort of thing… Did acrobatics for a while, learned how to hack, did some self defense classes and weapons training when I was young… A friend of a friend told me about the agency at a time I was desperate for money and I went ahead with it because I was bored with my life and wanted a fresh start; to be someone exciting, doing something meaningful,” You sigh. “Though, I was convinced by the friend of a friend that the agency was doing good work rather than… Well, rather than what we’re doing, but by the time I realized, I was already in far too deep. You know as well as I do what happens if we leave.”

Seven swallows. Neither of you have to say it- if you leave the agency, they keep sending the remaining agents after you until you’re dead and not a trace of you or your former life is left. Supposedly, they go after your loved ones, too. The agency shouldn’t know about Saeran, but now Seven has to worry about you and the RFA, too. If he or you ever wanted to leave, you’d have to do it together and in a way where no one could find you. You’d have to uproot your entire lives, go to a different country, and potentially even cut contact with all of your friends.

“Right.”

“It’s past midnight,” You stand up and stretch, looking at the stars one last time. “I should get going.”

Seven glances at his phone, only to see a barrage of notifications on the RFA messaging app. He thinks to convince you to stay the night- to sleep in his bed while he takes the couch so he can enjoy your presence for a little while longer- but the thought dies on his tongue at the sight of a new user on the notification bar.

MC has entered the chatroom.

…What the hell?

“Yeah,” Seven half-heartedly nods and rushes to open the messenger. The messages move so fast from the organization’s panic at an unauthorized user that he can barely read them. “See you later, (y/n). Text me when you get home safe.”

~

The next twenty four hours prove to be Seven’s personal hell. Whilst dealing with the chaos of MC joining the organization very suddenly, V’s peculiar reaction to the situation, Yoosung’s paranoia, and ‘Unknown’ trying to hack into both the messenger and Seven’s personal devices, Seven gets assigned a mission by the agency that he has to go on alone. 

Normally, the two of you have a system; Seven hacks into the place’s data bases to get their information, you go in and do what needs to be done- whether that be stealing something, gathering extra information, or even killing and kidnapping someone. It works beautifully, so when he was told that this was a situation delicate enough that he would have to do it all alone, he panicked.

The panic… Was for a good reason.

After finishing the mission, Seven is barely able to drive himself home. He considers calling Vanderwood for help before remembering that the man would only scold him and drag him back home to catch up on the hacking work he’s been neglecting lately. So, he drives through the late night- early morning- hell, he isn’t sure what time it is. All he’s sure of is that the wind is blowing through his blood-matted hair as it glides over the top of his convertible’s sunroof, and that he is incredibly dizzy when he arrives home.

He parks the car in his parking garage and forgets to close the damn thing before stumbling out and heading towards the door. He grumbles the passcode to the security system in Arabic and trudges in, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he sees you sitting on the living room couch.

And, for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other; Seven leaning against the doorway, you sitting on the couch, his golden eyes pouring into your (e/c) ones. There’s normally such a casual nature between the two of you. Seven hasn’t ever seen you upset, even, but as you stand up and march towards him, he can see the concern and anger on your face at seeing his injuries.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you?” You question.

“(y/n),” Seven walks past you and into the living room, unable to meet your eyes for any longer. The house was a mess when he left with chip packets, soda cans, and dirty laundry strewn about, but now, it’s spotless. You must’ve cleaned it for him… He can’t help but feel guilty. “What are you doing here?”

“You haven’t messaged me in hours. Zen said you missed seven chat rooms in a row today,” You frown and walk towards Seven. Seven rolls his eyes at the thought of Zen ratting him out- coincidentally, the actor has been your workout buddy since Seven introduced the two of you, so of course he would tell you that the normally active Seven hasn’t been online all day. He’d be lying if he said he weren’t jealous of Zen, and especially of Zen’s friendship with you, but he’s never mentioned it. He doesn’t deserve you, after all. “I just thought I’d check on you… What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Seven shakes his head and shrugs your hand off of him. Though he acts disgusted by your touch, emptiness wells up in his heart the second you clasp your hands together and stare down at the ground. “You should just go back to yours.”

“What? But no one else is here to take care of you-”

“I don’t want to be taken care of.”

“Seven, you look like shit,” You point out.

Seven shrugs again. Sure, his face is bruised, his hair and torn clothes are drenched in blood, he’s covered in sweat, and he has scrapes all over his body, but he’s seen worse. Being caught by the two guards and beaten to a pulp before securing the files and escaping is the least of what Seven has been through in his lifetime. As much as he would love to have someone around to care for him after the rougher missions like this one, he doesn’t feel as if it’s fair to subject some poor unfortunate person to being his safe haven- especially if that person is you. 

“I always look like shit.”

“I mean, maybe, but you’re usually not-” Seven coughs into his hand, effectively cutting you off as a streak of mixed spit and blood drips onto his palm. “Jesus, are you coughing up blood?”

“Nah, it’s not that bad. Just a busted lip… And I’m pretty sure a couple of my back teeth are loose,” Seven groans and sits down on the couch, wiping his palms on his dirty jeans. He’s definitely going to have to book a dental appointment soon to get his loose teeth fixed… Or maybe pulled out. Who knows. There’s a reason why you’re usually the one to do infiltration work while he’s behind the scenes on a computer; you’re much more graceful and subtle than he is, so you can get in and out of places without being caught- a skill that Seven has realized he doesn’t have. “No need to worry about it!”

Seven turns on his phone to see multiple missed chatrooms, just as you described. Even worse, the new member, MC, seems to be concerned that he’s been gone for so long. Seven quickly enters the chatroom and offers everyone a half-assed reassurance that he was just busy with work, along with some light-hearted jokes.

“What are you doing on your phone right now?” You demand, arms crossed over your chest. “Shouldn’t you be attending to- you know- this?”

Your arms are thrown up in a wild gesture to Seven’s battered body. For what must be the millionth time that night, he shrugs.

“I’ve gotta make a good impression on the new member, y’know? Don’t want her to worry too much about me- hell, none of the others really know what this work is like!”

“So you’re fine with me worrying about you, but not them?”

“(y/n),” Seven sighs, quickly excusing himself from the chatroom after finishing reassuring everyone that he was just ‘busy with work’ and that he’s ‘totally fine’. He blankly stares up at you. All along, he knew he shouldn’t have let you get so close, but… He’s a selfish man, and he can’t help himself. He does love you, but now, because he’s let you get this close to him, you’re concerned enough to waste your night on him. Maybe it was a mistake to be friends, rather than merely work partners like the two of you were instructed by the agency. “I never told you to worry about me.”

“We’re partners, Seven.”

“Yeah, we are. We’re partners at an agency that doesn’t care about us- an agency that explicitly told us not to get emotionally attached to each other to avoid situations like this! Why don’t you just leave like everyone else?”

“Why are you acting like this?” You question, clearly upset, but still somehow keeping your calm as you sit down next to Seven- perhaps too close. You don’t even seem bothered by the mix of his and other people’s blood, dirt, and dust that’s all over him. “Is it just because you’re hurt? You’ve never been this mean before- it’s like you’re a different person!”

“I’m not acting like a different person, it’s just that you never really knew me that well,” Seven admits. “I hid this side of myself for a reason, y’know…”

Tears well up in your eyes. A pang of guilt tears through Seven’s chest. Right as he considers reaching out for you, you turn your back to him. 

“So you’re telling me that every night we’ve spent together has been a lie?”

“No, it’s not-”

“If you’re going to do this, Seven, commit to it. Has it all been a lie or not? Because you’re making it sound like you’re a totally different person and that the version of you I’ve spent all this time with isn’t really you,” You turn around to look at Seven once more with tears in your eyes. Everything Seven has done to keep you at a distance has been to make sure that you’re safe. Now, though, it’s clear that he’s hurt you deeply with what he’s said. “But I don’t think you’re telling the truth. You’re pushing me away because you have your own problems… I get it, I’m not perfect either, but it’s not fair for you to assume that… That I don’t…”

“What?”

You swallow deeply, a blush on your cheeks.

“That I don’t want to be closer to you,” You finally admit, your voice barely even a whisper. Seven feels his face turn red as well. “That I don’t love you. Why else would I want to take care of you when you’re wounded? Why else would I be so worried that you disappear for a day at a time without saying anything? You think I just run around stargazing and caring for every other member of the agency I’ve been partnered with?”

“Well, no, but-” Seven argues, only for you to cut him off.

“But what? There’s no ‘buts’ here. I thought we’d made progress last night, and that I’d finally gotten you to open up… Seven, when you love someone, you don’t just want to see them at their best. You make me laugh, and you’re wonderful, but I want more than that. I want to take care of you when you’re hurt and when you’re sick, I want to be the shoulder you cry on… I want to hold your hand and make you feel better after a long day,” You start to stand up and head for the door. “If you don’t want that, though… I guess I understand. It’s my fault for getting my hopes up, considering our line of work. I’ll just leave-”

“Wait!” Seven objects, to which you look over at him again. A shocked expression takes over your face. He wants, more than anything, to tell you that he loves you, but the words seem to die on his tongue. He hasn’t said them in years. So, instead, he starts with- “Please… Take care of me. I want you to, too, and… I’ll cry on your shoulder, if I need to.”

You smile at that, then walk back over to where Seven is sitting and offer him your hand.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up, yeah? I’ll wash your hair.”

“Okay,” Seven agrees and takes your hand. You help him up, then guide him to his bathroom. “But only if I can wash yours, too, ‘kay?”

You laugh.

“Sure thing, Seven.”

~

Later that night, the two of you are in Seven’s bed, lying side by side. You both smell of his bubblegum shampoo and soap, and though he misses the smell of yours that normally lingers on you, he’s relieved that the two of you are finally settled after the night you’ve had. His bruises have been iced, his cuts are bandaged, and your warmth envelops his body as you rest your head on his chest and curl into his side.

“Thanks for fixing me up and keeping me company, (y/n). I really don’t deserve it after how I acted earlier… I’m sorry,” Seven apologizes as he reaches over for the nightstand lamp. 

While the two of you didn’t discuss it, he assumes you’re staying the night- or, he hopes you are, at least. 

“It’s no problem. Even superheroes need a little help sometimes,” You chuckle and press a kiss against the exposed skin of Seven’s shoulder. “Seven…”

“Hey,” Seven nuzzles into your hair and kisses the top of your head. “My name is Saeyoung, so you can call me that when we’re alone.”

“Okay, then, Saeyoung. Is that all you have to say? Because I think there’s something else you’re forgetting to tell me.”

“No, um… Well, I don’t say these words often, so it’s taking me a lot of courage to say them, but I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too,” You respond and pull the blankets tightly around the two of you before settling against Saeyoung. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

[wrrrenff]

Mystic Messenger: Valentines Day Head Cannons

What these guys would do with you for valentines day! With valentines coming up, what better time to start putting out some valentines related content. There may be some references to the valentines dlc but mainly my own interpretation of what they'd each do/say. Also some of these will take place in the after endings and some wont.

Yoosung:

You're his first valentine so boy is STRESSED trying to plan something perfect

Will go to Zen for advice and takes detailed notes

Saves his money for a month or two to take you out to a really nice restaurant

Gets you a big bouquet of roses

When you've sat down for dinner this poor boy is sweating and a little shaky

He just want everything to be perfect

When you grab his hand and reassure him that anything he did would've been perfect because it was him, he starts to calm down

"MC you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just wanted to make this night as perfect as you!"

After dinner, he will take you to and ice cream shop for dessert and then take you to a park nearby to walk through while eating

He'll pull you to a bench nearby and share a nice stargazing moment

Excitedly explains some of the constellations and which stars are actually planets

Ends the night back in the apartment with cuddles and kisses

Jaehee:

Valentines isn't one of Jaehee's favorite holidays but she knows you enjoy it

Decides to plan a nice valentines day in since you both have been so busy at the cafe lately

Cooks your favorite meal for dinner and pairs it with a lovely wine

Followed by you favorite dessert and a cup of after dinner coffee

Feeling a little buzz from the wine, you throw on some slow romantic music and you slow dance with each other for a bit

"I'm so lucky to have met you MC. You changed my life."

Ends the night by falling asleep on the couch cuddled up with both of your favorite one of Zen's musicals playing in the background

Zen:

If there was a competition for most romantic, he would win by a mile

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Takes you out to do a couples spa day

He usually treats you like royalty but today especially

Gets a call from his 'manager' and has to go to rehearsal last minute to rehearse an important scene

Super apologetic but reassures you the valentines celebration of you will continue later

Sends you to the movies to keep you busy

Flash forward and Zen is picking you up from the movies and takes you to his secret spot that overlooks the city

You notice there is a whole elaborate sunset picnic set up waiting for you

"I'm sorry I had to lie about work. I just wanted to make today as special as you are"

After your picnic you head home and find the whole house dimly lit by candles and rose pedals leading to the bedroom and covering your bed

The man really is a huge romantic

Jumin:

I feel like he keeps his valentines plans pretty classic

He did want to do something extravagant with you like travel out of the country was a little confused when you said you couldn't accepts something so big like that

Ultimately after some explanation from you he understood and dialed it down

Takes the day off of work to spend as much time as possible together

Asked his private chef to make you a special breakfast

In the afternoon, you go have lunch on his yacht

And for dinner, he gives you a gorgeous outfit personally tailored for you, and takes you out to and extremely upscale restaurant

After an incredible dinner and a few glasses of wine he takes you home and you guy get a little hot and heavy

After certain activities take place, he draws a nice relaxing bath for you both to end the night

"You really are an amazing person MC. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you."

Seven:

Like Yoosung, boy is nervous and has never done this before

Does a ton of research on perfect valentines dates and romantic gestures to do for your partner of valentines day.

He decides to take you to a cat cafe!

But not before surprising you with roses first

He read he's supposed to do that and he's so relived when you love them

After the cat cafe, you go check out the new show at the planetarium

When it comes to dinner, he felt too much pressure going out to a fancy restaurant, he orders in some really nice food

To really help with the romantic atmosphere, he dims the lights, lights some candles, and starts playing some of your favorite music

He looks at you with so much love and adoration throughout the night

"Being with you feels right. Like I found where I'm supposed to be. I will never get tired of being with you. Thank you for loving me MC."

You finish of the night by having a movie marathon all cuddle up on the couch snacking on honey buddah chips in true Seven fashion.

[itoshily]

hear me out,

what are your opinions if i start writing hc’s of the mystic messenger characters?? i get hooked onto this game EVERY summer (and die over Jumin Han)

[ my apologies for being highly inactive, i’ve been extra busy with work and assignments i absolutely have been off the grid on all socials (￣^￣)ゞ ]

[nowayimdie]

Mystic Hotel Messenger ( Hazbin Hotel x Mystic Messenger) Masterlist

Started: 20/3/2024

Last update: 08/5/2024

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Origin

Chapter 2: Redemption Inn

Chapter 3: The Gospel

Given information about Mystic Messenger

Some information about the Main Characters

Chapter 4: The Unholy Trinity Reigns

Chapter 5: Grace at the Door

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[juminsmysticmc]

OMG OMG OMG REQUESTS ARE OPENNN

okay okay, I don't know if you did this before, but, can you do RFA + V + Saeran with an MC who had a motorcycle accident? or RFA + V + Saeran with an MC who wants to ride on motorcycle with them

(you can choose what request to make from these two ^^ )

RFA + Minor Duo with a MC who had a motorcycle accident

Hello there! I‘m a big fan of things being exciting so I guessed I would mix it up a bit! For Zen‘s part, there’s already a One Shot about Mc having an accident so his is a bit different! But I will hope you will enjoy it!!

Ps.: Go here for Zen’s One Shot!! 

Trigger Warnings: Mention of accidents, hospitals, blood, near death experience, amnesia

Jumin

,,My love, are you sure that after having three hours of driving class your skills are enough for you to drive around?’’ Jumin asked you while he nervously observed you climbing on top of the red motorcycle he just bought you.

You wanted to feel free, drive, make your hair flip over and feel the wind hitting your skin.

He was afraid when you first told him your wish, but he would never forbid you from doing anything so he made sure to buy everything: classes, a helmet, a motorcycle…

But your bravery was just too much for him to take.

His heart was beating so crazy it was almost choking him, hurting him.

He was panicking, but he knew that he had to stay calm so that you could be just as free as you wanted to be.

,,Jumin, don’t worry. You’re just too scared. I did well, he said it himself. Besides, I won’t drive quickly or on any dangerous streets. Just ten minutes,’’ you smiled.

He heard what you said and he stepped away.

He let you go, despite his guts screaming.

Ten minutes passed. Ten minutes and twenty seconds, thirty…. one minute more.

Time passed and you weren’t coming back.

Jumin had sweaty hands ever since you started the motorcycle and the fear he felt wasn’t improving.

A sudden call shocked him. His world was falling apart when he heard the ringing of his phone and his soul left his body when he saw your injuries once he arrived at the hospital.

A car didn’t see you and crashed into you on your way home.

Your head was bloody, bandages over your body, and the beeping machines were preventing Jumin from falling asleep.

,,No matter what injury, as long as you wake up, Mc…I will be happy with everything…Just wake up,’’ he begged, in tears.

Those tears didn’t stop even after you opened your eyes and apologized for being late.

Zen 

,,Are you sure that you can teach me how to drive yours?’’ you laughed when he tried to explain the basics.

,,Yes, of course, Princess. Don’t you see how good I look in my teacher’s uniform?’’ he asked you. his smile was blinding you.

Zen poked his lenses - the one he put on to look like one - and looked especially good in his green sweater.

,,First of all, the symbols, for -’’ you laughed and cut him off. ,,Excuse me, Mr Teacher, but I do know the street symbols. I do drive a car after all,’’ you smirked.

,,Lady, do not cut me off while I teach you something,’’ he joked as he approached you and grabbed your chin, sweetly kissing you before he showed you how to climb on the motorcycle and start the engine.

,,This here,’’ he said, moving his hand and showing you something, ,,are the brakes. In my opinion, really important,’’ he smiled, looking deeply into your eyes.

He was worried and you knew it.

He told you more than once that he was scared that you would hurt yourself and that something would happen.

But he also knew what you meant when you described to him the feeling you had while driving with him and that you wanted to feel it for yourself for once.

,,We need to practice turning. If you turn too quickly, you could hurt yourself badly…I will show you how I do it and how I learned it in my driving lessons…and then…I don’t know…I am scared that you would hurt yourself…’’ he repeated.

However, he was surprised that you managed to do so well.

Just, when you practiced stopping and almost fell over, his heart stopped.

You weren’t hurt and nothing happened to be honest.

He was just startled because of the sudden movement.

But this was enough for you to beg to get off and enjoy the last few hours with him, resting and cuddling.

And he didn’t fail, thank God, or else he thought he would die because of his heart stopping.

Yoosung

,,You know, I think biker men are really hot,’’ you suddenly said while Yoosung was cooking you dinner, his shirt dirty with some spirits of the food he was cooking when his eyes suddenly turned around to see yours.

,,Am I….not cool enough for you?’’ your husband asked you and you guessed that you just hurt his feelings.

You quickly tried to deny what you just said and told him, better said, you tried to explain to him that you just read a book about biker boys.

A sexy love story.

With this, Yoosung was at first at ease, even though it left a bitter feeling.

But ever since you read your book, you were more and more interested in driving a motorcycle.

At the same time, without you knowing, Yoosung tried his best to get informed about how to become a cool biker boy. He, being madly in love with you, wanted to satisfy your needs and so, both of you actually found out that you would like to try it out.

Both of you quickly talked to each other and managed to get on the same page, read through books since you guys loved to be informed of things you liked and watched a lot of videos on YouTube to understand how to handle a bike.

It took you both a while, but you also quickly joined a motorcycle club and came to love the new freedom you gathered.

Jaehee

,,Again, I have to pay a bill again because I wrongly parked the car,’’ you groaned angrily.

The issue was that your car was too big to fit in little places where you had to quickly halt to bring coffee or cake to your customer who ordered from home.

This made you do a lot of things you actually weren’t allowed to do and in the end you always had to pay your own bills.

Jaehee always felt sorry for you because she knew how stressful the whole situation was for you.

One day however, you had THE idea:

,,You want to drive a motorcycle, to bring takeaways?’’ she asked you when you finally told her your idea.

She was almost hyped up herself - except for the fact that neither of you knew how to drive one.

,,Yes! And I will study and join a club, talk to people who drive one, and join driving classes! I think this will be much better than now, like, everyone in the city uses one!’’ you told her, sure of your idea.

And this actually made Jaehee sure of your own idea, agreeing with you.

You had even less time and honestly Jaehee had the feeling that your new hobby, because this happened, to make you feel so much better about yourself than before, took a lot of time from you and made her feel lonely.

But when you finally were able to drive one, the first thing you did was take her on a date and drive to a place where no one could have reached with a car, making her see the best sight ever.

Saeyoung 

His eyes were closed as he held your hand to his forehead.

He was praying. He didn't know to whom he was praying, but he hoped that anyone would listen to his prayers and help you.

To let you live, make you stay alive.

He saw it, the sight of your crash, the head which hit the hard cement, the screeching sound of the motorcycle and the metallic smell.

The impact.

He was how you lost balance, perhaps you were too quick, you also could have been too slow. Whatever the problem was, something made you fall over and you somehow got into an accident right in front of his eyes.

You got hurt, you fell, and closed your eyes.

Saeyoung by now was crying, begging, sobbing for your awakening.

The RFA behind him was useless. No one could help you or support him.

,,Saeyoung…’’ you groaned, suddenly, making his body shiver, his eyes immediately on you, his hand still holding yours.

,,I think my motorcycle is broken and needs new wires,’’ you groaned as a headache was haunting you.

,,I will never ever let you on one again if you scare me this badly…how could you try to leave me here alone? I would die here without you…’’

Saeran

It was a week after you had your license, a week after you were allowed to drive a motorcycle, and a week after you bought your own, made you the happiest as you were begging him to drive with you for a long time.

It was a week ever since Saeran congratulated you on your license and a week since he had an odd feeling.

And finally, it happened.

His worst nightmare, the worst thing that could happen happened.

Not only was his twin in danger, his life threatened.

Not only was Saeran abused by his mother and drugged by a person who raised him.

No, the universe almost killed you when you got into an accident.

The paramedics told him that they didn’t know how you survived.

They were surprised by your will and Saeran was touched by the beeping sounds that showed him in the hospital that not everything was lost.

But knowing that you almost died because of something you really wished to do, made him feel sick.  

He almost lost you and you almost left him.

The worst thing about the accident was the fact that you could have amnesia.

Perhaps for a short time, maybe longer.

But after Saeran saw how you were connected to the machines and almost died, he changed his whole point of view: as long as you would live, happy and sound, without any injuries, he would even be willing to let go of you.

Of course he would feel even worse, but ever since he feared your death, being someone who was once in your life would be better than you dying, that was for sure.

But Saeran still didn’t know that his worst case worries would never become real…

Jihyun

Just around your birthday, you mentioned your new love for motorcycles, your interest in them, and the hope of driving one one day.

Jihyun was of course a good listener, but also rather hesitant about this topic.

Hoping you would actually quickly stop talking about it, Jihyun tried not to say anything about your new love, but of course this wasn’t the key to communication and a good relationship so one day, he dared to share his thoughts with you.

,,I don’t think you should ride one,’’ he said, hesitant about his words.

It was in the evening, Lucy was asleep, both of you were on the couch, and you were watching something about motorcycles.

You looked at him and tried to understand what he was trying to tell you, as well as what he actually meant.

,,When Zen had his accident…imagine what would have happened if I wasn’t there that time? What if something like that happens to you? What will I do? Lucy needs you, I need you…I love you and I wouldn’t want to lose you.

The two years we were apart was already hard for me, despite us not knowing each other for that long.

Having to be a lifetime apart from you…Mc, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,’’ he said, meaning everything.

He honestly shared his thoughts.

However, you weren't that sure about it.

,,Accidents can happen anywhere at any time. I understand what you mean and what you want to tell me, but I also think that you should give me the chance to at least try once,’’ you said, approaching him.

Jihyun still didn’t like the situation, but both of you knew how to handle it and were working on it.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

17.10.2022 // 22:02 MEST

[nosferatufaggot]

SO TELL ME WHERE ALL THE MYSTIC MESSENGER DEATH NOTE AUS ARE!!!!!

[akimbo628]

Despite his composed exterior, Jumin’s chest was aching like he was being attacked with each vow the couple took.

“I, Jihyun Kim, take you, MC, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward..”

Stab.

“...For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health…”

Punch.

“...To love and to cherish…”

Slap.

“...Till death do us part.”

Gouge.

As Jihyun and MC said their “I do’s” and kissed for the first time as husband and wife, Jumin felt as if a part of him had withered and died. Everything felt so final.

~A fic for JuminWeek 2022 for Oct. 9th (Pragma) as well as for Mystictober 2022 for Oct. 10th (VxMC) & 13th (Wedding).~

[iselpehache]

Three Hearts In Halves - Update!

It's been... a while. Phew. A few weeks ago, I stumbled on this fic again, I read everything I had -uploaded and yet to upload- and I decided to give it another try. I don't know if I'll finish it or not, because I can tell you it still has a long way to go, but I really like this idea and at least I wanted to make another attempt.

So, for those of you who don't know, chapters 19 and 20 have been recently uploaded to AO3. Today, I'm also uploading chapter 21 and, although I won't promise anything, I will try to upload every two weeks (or at least at a better pace, rather than a few chapters every 4 years).

As always, if you have something to say or ask, you can hit me up here as well as in AO3's comment section :) See you around!

[suneeater]

odd bnha headcanons!

✎a/n: we had so much fun with these!! they're all just harmless headcanons that we thought of one day while joking around, so we thought to share them since we currently don't have time to write much^^

✰warnings: slightly nsfw

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢.

she is a huge vocaloid fan, but her favourite is hatsune miku!

mei has tried to make several miku-bots in the past to try and replicate her, but none have managed to reach the divinity that is hatsune miku herself.

she will continue to try and make the perfect miku.

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐨.

mirio cries at sad pet commercials. all of them. even if they're completely and utterly horrible.

for example, that tiktok audio with the odd voiced-over dog: "I'm in heaven now!"... he cries at that too.

there could be a robbery going on, but that sounds more like a job for the police in his opinion. he's too busy scaling a tree to save a cat.

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢.

he is a league-of-legends player

often plays with shigaraki, but he has absolutely no idea.

his online personality is the complete opposite from his usual self, and his every other word is a profanity.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.

everyone looks up to a hero, but her idols are the dallas cowboy cheerleaders.

her secret passion is knitting!

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨.

sero refuses to set things like keys and his wallet down, so he uses his tape to stick them to the wall! can't lose something that you taped to the wall, now can you?

if he doesn't have pockets, he just tapes stuff on himself or kaminari.

has taped kaminari to the door once. aizawa just sighed deeply and told them to pay for a new one, because they broke it while trying to get denki off the door.

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢.

denki has a relatively popular tumblr account!

one of the things he posts on there is fanfiction and "headcanons" about the heroes from his generation (mostly his friends; there are a LOT of bakugou and sero scenarios)

(kaminari denki is the secret fourth mod of suneeater?! /j)

people comment things like: "wow these feel so accurate! its like you actually know dynamight lol"' and kaminari just giggles in his room, kicking his feet on his bed

he's also really good at writing. like... really good. there is a popular theory that he's a famous YA author undercover, when really he has just absorbed different writing styles. he's read more books than his classmates might assume^^

he has anime girl cardboard cutouts and obsessively plays dating simulators! his favourite ones are mystic messenger (down bad for 707 and ZEN) and doki doki literature club! (really likes yuri!! she likes literature just as much as he does)

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

has an only fans and she is thriving on there.

she could post a photo of herself wrapped up in a winter jacket, but her fans would eat it up, no complaints!

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

his friends joke that he is totally into trees. he has neither confirmed nor denied this accusation.

if you cut him open, you can count the rings inside to see how old he is.

𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬.

he has a nest in his apartment. no further explanation needed.

𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫.

just like his hair and facial hair, endeavor can turn his pubes into flames.

𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.

aizawa listens to weird asmr to help him sleep.

his favourites include "kawaii catgirl meows you to sleep :3 no speaking!" and "cat purring sounds 12 hours"

he slides his phone into his pillows case and he's asleep almost immediately.

he absolutely owns a flask.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

often comes out with a bunch of books and other trinkets that just don't have any value at all, just have his face plastered on it.

all might is a self help book author. most of the advice inside is something along the lines of "just smile!"

he often says "if you’re poor, just work harder" and cannot comprehend why poverty exists

if he didn’t suffer erectile dysfunction, all might would exclaim "I am arriving!" during sex

he’s got nasty yellow toenails like a true old man

which is how the all might pedicure arc starts

he asks midoriya to help him with it because he can't even bend down enough anymore:

‘deku… call my podiatrist. the number is on the fridge’

[the fridge covered in drawings and letters most of it is midoriya's fanmail. you can't even see the actual fridge.]

he wrote the number on the back of a drawing izuku made him - he uses midoriya's fanmail as paper - he knows he's gonna write more anyway

all might unironically makes poems, but they're super bad.

here's a sneak peek from his upcoming poetry collection "Always All Might, Never No Might."

꧁the sea is blue and the people cheer as i come down to swoop and save them the villain falls to his knees tears falling from his eyes i cough up some blood time is running out.꧂☆

[maverickthepup]

What I write, who I write, and what you can request!

Hi! This is where I have info on what I write, who I write, and what I am comfortable writing/what you can request! If you have any questions feel free to ask me!

What Maverick writes…

I write fanfiction, oneshots, and imagines, and headcannons!

These will of course include age regression or pet regression in some way, wether you the reader are a regressor, or a character is.

I will write for the fandoms/characters I have listed below. If you want a different character and don’t see them down there, you may ask if I will write for them but I won’t make any promises.

What Maverick is comfortable writing…

This is a 100% SFW blog, so no NSFW writing at all. I’m not comfortable doing that for age/pet regression.

I am perfectly fine writing relationships like dating or being married, with hand holding, cuddling, kissing, etc etc. But I will not do smut, kinks, or heated make outs.

Basically just cute fluff is what I’ll do!

I can write the following:

Âge regressor reader or character

Pet regressor reader or character

Caregiver reader or character

Fluff!

Dating/Married

Platonic! (Like just friends and stuff like that)

Poly relationships

Male, Female, and gender neutral readers!

I will usually write in second person point of view that way I can use ‘you’ instead of y/n.

I write a mixture of genders for

“Y/n”, I write male, female, and gender neutral that way everyone can hopefully enjoy my writing!

If you make a request and do not specify gender for “y/n” then I will just do gender neutral by default.

I will always specify before each writing piece what gender “y/n” is, and give a little summary of what the writing plot is! I will also try to put any warnings there too, so if I miss anything just let me know and I’ll add them!

Fandoms/Characters Maverick writes…

Here they are! Again if there’s a character you specifically want but don’t see then feel free to ask if I would write for them, but I won’t make any promises.

If you don’t see a fandom on here you can ask if I write for that fandom but it’s likely I’m either not in it or I don’t write for it.

Horror movies/slashers:

The Lost Boys 1987:

Michael Emerson

Star

David

Marko

Dwayne

Paul

House of Wax 2005

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Friday The 13th

Jason Vorhees

Halloween

Michael Myers

Rob Zombie Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

Gale Weathers

Dwight “Dewey” Riley

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Bubba Sawyer

ChopTop

Nubbins

Thomas Hewitt

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

IT

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald ‘Belch’ Huggins

Vic Criss

Predator

Yautja’s/Predators (if you have a specific one just let me know!)

Alien

Xenomorph

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Steve Rodgers

Bucky Barnes

Thor

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Vison

Zemo

Peter Parker

Stephen Strange

Matt Murdock

Peter Quill

Gamora

Drax

Detroit Become Human:

Hank Anderson

Connor

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Simon

Josh

Gavin Reed

Mystic Messenger:

707

Zen

Jumin

Yoosung

Jaehee

Saeran

V

Monster Prom/Camp:

Damien LaVey

Vera Oberlin

Zoe

Poly Geist

Miranda Vanderbilt

Liam De Lioncourt

Scott Howl

Calculester

Milo Belladonna

Dahlia Aquino

Aaravi Mishra (And Hex)

Joy Johnson Johjima

Moss Mann

The Narrator

The Wolf Among Us (video game):

Bigby Wolf

Snow

Beauty

Beast

Bloody Mary

Red Dead Redemption:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Dutch Van Der Linde

Javier Escuella

Sean Maguire

Charles Smith

Lenny Summers

Tilly Jackson

Marybeth

Abigail Roberts

Karen Jones

Sadie Adler

Miss Grimshaw (platonic only)

Hosea Matthews (platonic only)

Heathers: (movie or musical, just specify which one you’d prefer! Even though there probably won’t be much of a difference in my writing… but I will try!)

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Veronica Sawyer

J.D

Kurt

Ram

The Breakfast Club:

John Bender

Alison Reynolds

Claire Standish

Brian Johnson

Andrew Clark

[erimeows]

Dye

Saeyoung Choi is sick of having red hair. 

It’s three in the morning as the redhead stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom, golden eyes tired and body covered in nothing but a black tank-top and matching boxer shorts. He’s exhausted and should really be in bed considering that he has to take Saeran to therapy at eight, but his dreams have rendered him unable to sleep yet again. He drums his fingers against the edge of the marble that lines the counter, his eyes on the two boxes of bleach and the box of toner that are sat there. 

There’s a shower cap over his hair, that of which is soaking in a copious amount of coconut oil. It’s been that way for a few hours, just as the tutorial he googled at 12AM told him. As he follows the instructions on the first bottle of bleach to develop it before pulling out his phone and logging into the RFA chatroom. 

707 has entered the chatroom.

707: hey guys!

707: guess what

Yoosung☆: What is it Seven?

707: I’M DYEING MY HAIR

Jumin Han: Right now?

Yoosung☆: What color??

707: It’s a surprise!

707: d:

707: You’ll have to catch the glory of it in person next time you see me! I’m still working on it as we speak : D

ZEN: You have such a beautiful natural red that people would kill for and you’re over here dyeing it…

Seven feels his stomach drop at that, a little offended. He’s been wanting to dye his hair for years to escape the striking resemblance he has to his mother. After the new member joined the RFA and everything went to shit, leading to the discovery of Mint Eye and the retrieval of Saeran, things have calmed down somewhat. Saeran is back from the psychiatric ward he was placed in for a few months and is now living along with Seven and Vanderwood in Seven’s large home. The new member has settled into a comfortable romantic relationship with Jaehee (who deserves to be happy after all her years of servitude under Jumin) and helped the former assistant with her new coffee shop. Everything is peaceful and Seven has gotten a lot of closure regarding the situation (minus what has happened with V and Rika, who have been impossible for him to track down), and things are settling.

Seven is ready to escape the past somehow now that things have changed. What better way to do that than to change his classic look?

ZEN: Seven, I sure hope this is just one of your pranks. If not… RIP beautiful red hair T_T

Jumin Han: Seven.

And now Jumin’s there. 

Honestly, Seven didn’t expect for the older man to be online so late, but seeing his name pop up on the chat log makes him smile. While the rest of the RFA may see them as nothing more than friends, their relationship crossed into romantic territory a while ago and their one year anniversary is in less than two weeks. They’ve agreed that for both of their safety, it’s best to keep their relationship under wraps until everything settles down and Jumin inherits C&R from Chairman Han, but that doesn’t bother Seven too much. He’s used to keeping secrets, anyhow.

707: YES DADDY!?!??

ZEN: I suddenly feel very nauseous.

Yoosung☆: Same… ew. 

Jumin Han: Can I call you?

Seven’s heart skips a beat at that. 

707: Yes, daddy (;

Jumin Han: Don’t call me that here. You’re going to disturb the other members.

707: Fine, fine. Master it is, then!

707: Talk to you in a minute then, master Jumin (;

707 has left the chatroom.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom.

Yoosung☆: So are we just going to ignore all of that?

ZEN: For the sake of my sanity and mental health?

ZEN: Yeah

ZEN: We are going to ignore all of it.

Yoosung☆: Ight then ima dip.

Yoosung☆ has left the chatroom.

ZEN has left the chatroom. 

Seconds later, Seven’s phone starts to ring. He answers the call, sets it on speaker, and places the device face-up on the bathroom counter. Then, he puts on the gloves that came with the bleach and starts on his hair. Part of him thinks it’ll turn out great. The other part of him suspects that it’ll be ugly or botched enough for him to have to wear a wig over it, especially considering that his glasses are abandoned in his bedroom and he can hardly see anything.

“Jumin, why are you calling this early?” Seven asks and smiles when he hears Jumin’s low, sleepy voice on the other line.

“Is it early or is it late for you, Saeyoung? It sounds as if you’ve been awake all night,” Jumin subtly calls Seven out like he always does.

“You’re not wrong, but why are you awake?”

“Ah… I woke up on my own. I could sense that you were awake, waiting for me.”

Seven chuckles.

“I don’t know if that’s romantic or creepy.”

“Interpret it as you please, but did you mean what you said in the chatroom?”

“What, about calling you master?” Seven snarks with a quirked brow and starts to paint his hair with the bleach solution.

“No, about dyeing your hair.”

“Oh, yeah, no, I was a hundred percent serious! I’m actually doing it right now!”

“What color?”

“White.”

“...In one night? Won’t that damage it severely?”

Admittedly, Jumin has a point. Hair-bleaching is something you should go get done at a salon, and it’s also something you should only do once every few months to avoid damage to your hair. Bleaching it back to back comes with the risk of frying it off. Seven knows that. He just doesn’t care all that much.

“I don’t care if it does. Worst comes to worst, my hair starts falling out or turning brittle so I have to shave my head and wear a wig for a couple of months. I think I’ll live.”

“Alright, then…” Jumin trails off. There’s an awkward few seconds of silence that makes Seven wonder if the older man hung up until he looks down at the screen to see that the call is still going. Finally, Jumin speaks again. “Are you doing okay?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You usually only make sudden, drastic changes to your physical appearance when you’re struggling mentally.”

Seven’s stomach drops at that- mostly because it’s true. He’s done crazy shit to his hair, pierced his own body, and gotten a variety of tattoos when under immense stress. Most of the time, he doesn’t regret any of it, but sometimes… Well, sometimes it’s gone terribly; an infected piercing here, an ugly tattoo there, the occasional hat-over-his-head-for-a-few-months. Still, he tries to deny it, because denying his problems is something that Seven is accustomed to.

“C’mon, Jumin! That’s ridiculous! When have I ever done that?”

“Well… Do you recall illegally buying a tattoo gun to tattoo your own chest a few years back?”

Seven flinches and thinks of touching his chest before realizing that his gloved hands are drenched in hair bleach. Still, he remembers it like yesterday- a shitty hand-done cross with crooked lines that he had to have covered up a few years later. The new piece is nice, the ugly cross turned into a cross-marked gravestone with flowers all over it to cover the bad line-work. Though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he wishes he’d never had any of it done in the first place.

“Yes, yes, I remember! Are you not going to let me live that down?”

“Considering that you cried and squeezed my hand so hard that you nearly broke the bones in it when I took you to go get a cover up done for it last year because of how badly it hurt? No, I’m not.”

“Okay, that was one time when I was like fifteen, and have you ever gotten a tattoo before? Yeah, I didn’t think so! Those bitches hurt!”

Seven can’t help but be defensive about it. After all, his least favorite thing in their relationship is when Jumin tries to scold and parent him like he’s a child. It’s embarrassing, especially coming from someone who didn’t have to grow up nearly as fast as he did- from someone who was handed a kind father and an entire empire from the very start instead of the shit hand that Seven got. And it’s true that Jumin is a responsible adult, much more responsible than Seven, but still. Seven is a prideful man who hates feeling like he’s being talked down to. 

“Alright, fine. How about the instance a couple years ago where you got snake bite piercings done on your tongue and complained afterwards because you couldn’t eat solid food for a week?”

Seven’s frustration quickly builds. Jumin won’t just drop the issue, nor will Jumin allow him so much as a moment to defend himself.

“That was-”

“And when you were eighteen and got gauges in your ears that you tried to upgrade too fast to the point where you had a gauge blowout?”

“Jumin, that’s different!” Seven exclaims.

“You still hide your ears with your hair because of that. Your earlobes are deformed around the holes because of it and they won’t close back. It’s serious,” Jumin continues, going on and on. Seven’s eyes flicker to the mirror and land on his ears, which are- as Jumin said- incredibly scarred and misshapen around the perimeter of his gauges. “And I know you haven’t changed since then, either. Right after we brought Saeran back, you went and pierced your own belly button and it still hasn’t fully healed. Remember when you had to take antibiotics for the infection that gave you?”

“I thought you said it looked good!”

“It does look good now that it’s not red and oozing with puss from a localized bacterial infection. I never said I didn’t like any of the things I’ve mentioned, just that they’ve been rash decisions made under intense stress that you’ve complained about or suffered because of later. I don’t want you going and dyeing your hair only to hate it or risk burning your scalp with bleach, but since you’ve already started the process, I suppose I can’t stop you… Saeyoung, you really need to go to a professional next time.”

“Really? You’re going to judge me for this?”

“I’m not judging you, I’m concerned. There’s a difference.”

“Fine, Jumin… If you’re going to be like that-”

“Saeyoung,” Jumin cuts him off once more, but this time, his tone is much softer. The tension seeps from Seven’s body as the ravenette tries to calm him down. “I’m not judging you. What you’re doing is an unhealthy coping mechanism of yours and I’m trying to make you aware of it so you don’t go and do it again. I’ll stop talking about it if it’s upsetting you so much, but please bring it up to your therapist at your next appointment and get her input.”

“Yeah, okay,” Seven replies. He’s sure it sounds sarcastic, because in all honesty, he didn’t want to hear any of the rants that Jumin just went on about his bad coping mechanisms. Part of getting closer to the RFA and maintaining close personal relationships is accepting concern from others, though, even if it’s expressed in a way that he doesn’t always like. “...Thank you for worrying.”

“What’s got you so stressed out?”

“Who said I’m stressed out?”

“Well, you’re up past three in the morning dyeing your hair. You know you can tell me, Saeyoung.”

Seven sighs and finishes covering his hair in the bleach, careful to cover it so the color develops properly. Then, he answers Jumin’s question while disposing of his gloves and sitting on the bathroom counter. 

“It’s Saeran… He was doing pretty good for a few week stint there, going on walks with me and coming out for meals, but he’s been getting bad again over the last couple days and I’m scared he’s going into a depressive episode. Any time I go to check on him he ignores me or tells me to go away.”

“Can you not just go into his room?”

And of course Jumin would say that because he doesn’t understand being mentally ill- at least not in the way that Saeran is. Since the younger man has moved in with Seven, it’s been a relief, but it’s also been difficult. Between making sure Saeran eats, drinks, showers, and goes to therapy, Seven is starting to crumble. On top of that, following RFA’s party, he hasn’t been able to track down V or RIka- so God knows what they’re up to. 

“Not really? It’s a fine balance, you know! That’s his safe space, I don’t want to invade it unless it’s a life or death situation,” Seven explains. He remembers clearing out his old work room and setting it up for Saeran before he came home from the psychiatric ward. It looks completely different with a brand new bed, a desk, a television, bookshelves, and curtains that weren’t there before. Unfortunately, even though Seven offered to take Saeran to buy decorations and help him personalize it, Saeran hasn’t taken him up on the offer. So, the room has remained incredibly bland and bleak. “I told him that the room I gave him is his to decorate and live in as he pleases and that I won’t go in there without his permission. Plus, he’s an adult… He’s capable of making his own decisions! I can’t infantalize him just because he’s struggling with his mental health. I mean, I’m almost as bad as he is, I just… He’s been through more, and he hasn’t had the chance to really live as his own person- as an adult- like I have.”

“I don’t think it’s fair to either of you for you to compare traumas. Don’t think like that.”

Suddenly, the conversation is far too tense and far more personal than it should be. Seven is at a point where he doesn’t really need to do anything but wait for a half hour to wash the bleach out of his hair, but he figures he can use it as an excuse to hang up on his overly-concerned boyfriend.

“You’re right. Well, I’m going to get off here and finish my hair! I’m pretty sure by the time it develops and everything, I’ll have to take Saeran to his weekly therapy session, so I’ve gotta haul ass.”

“Alright, then. I look forward to seeing how it turns out,” Jumin responds. Seven can hear his smile through the phone. “I love you, Saeyoung.”

“I love you, too… Jumin. Go back to bed and get some rest if you can.”

“I’ll try. Talk to you soon, then.”

Then, Jumin hangs up, leaving Seven with no one but himself and this bleached hair that he’s sure to regret.

Somehow, with enough bleach, a shit ton of toner, and probably a pound of coconut oil, Seven manages to get his hair bright white without making it fall out. Unfortunately, it leaves him with so little time that he can’t even spare half an hour to get a nap in. When he approaches Saeran’s door around 7AM, he’s exhausted and a little loopy.

He knocks, his fist lightly tapping the wood three times. No response. After a couple minutes, he knocks again. Still no response. 

“Saeran, are you awake?” Seven asks, to which Saeran snaps at him.

“What do you want?”

“We need to go to your therapy appointment! C’mon, let’s go- we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave in the next ten minutes!”

“I already texted my therapist,” Seven’s stomach drops at those words. It makes sense that Saeran wants to skip after the decline he’s had over the past few days. It’s frustrating. All he wants is for Saeran to feel better and it just can’t happen fast enough. “I’m not going today.” 

“What? Saeran, we talked about this! You can’t just skip therapy because you don’t feel like going- hell, the times you don’t want to go are the times you need to the most! You have to be consistent if you want to feel better,” The words are met with silence. Seven lets out a groan. Sometimes, he wishes Saeran would argue or scream or hit rather than just close himself off entirely. Part of him wants nothing more than for Saeran to take out all of the pent up sorrow and rage he’s been bottling up on him. But it doesn’t work like that, and neither does Saeran. The only thing that will make things better is time and effort, and Seven knows that. He has to be patient. “Okay, fine. Did you at least schedule a virtual appointment for today.”

“No.”

Seven frowns and holds his head in his hands. His long, shaky fingers tangle in his hair. The wavy locks are totally fried.

“Okay, did you take your meds?”

“No, now fuck off!”

“Wow, um… Sure, I guess! I’m going out for a bit,” Seven says and clears his throat. He’s embarrassed, uncomfortable, and confused. He’s tried to do everything right, but he can’t make Saeran happy by himself and it’s killing him. “Vanderwood’s here if you need anything, or if you don’t feel comfortable asking him, you can just call me. I love you!”

Seven receives no response. Dejected, he decides he’ll at least try to get out of the house. Maybe seeing Zen will lift his spirits…

~

Zen is working on a new movie, so Seven goes to see the actor on set whenever it’s time for his lunch break. How he gets in without clearance, none of them need to know. He knocks on the door of Zen’s large dressing room and barges in before he gets an answer. Zen, who is sitting at the vanity doing his makeup, spins around in his chair after nearly jabbing his eye out with an eyeliner pencil to face Seven with a pointed look.

“Zen!” Seven greets excitedly and stands in the doorway.

“Wow, Seven! I didn’t recognize you for a second there, uh,” Zen looks a little guilty, but that doesn’t stop him from saying the following words as he points to Seven’s hair. “Please tell me that’s a wig.”

“No, it’s not! I dyed it, remember?” Seven reminds him, just hoping that he forgot the conversation from the chatroom last night. Though, he suspects that Zen remembers and just hates how it looks. “C’mon, don’t tell me it’s that bad!”

“It’s not bad, per say… Just doesn’t work with your skin tone. I liked the red a lot better.”

At that, Seven sighs and tries to change the subject. So Zen doesn’t like his hair. With such a sudden change, and with Zen being so particular about beauty, it makes sense. So what? Surely, someone else will like it. Despite the awkward feelings of hurt and rejection that swirl around in the pit of his stomach, Seven plasters on a smile and asks Zen about his upcoming role. 

That night is LOLOL night with Yoosung. Seven almost forgets that it’s happening until he’s reminded with an ‘omw’ text from Yoosung half an hour before it’s supposed to start. He panics and thinks of just canceling it, citing some fake illness or emergency, but then he remembers that Yoosung is one of the few people who can actually get Saeran out of his room. So, he sends back a simple text saying ‘okay’, sets up snacks and drinks at the coffee table, gets his PC set up in the living room, and shoots Saeran a text to let him know that Yoosung will be there.

Right around eight, Yoosung shows up. Seven answers the door and excitedly greets his good friend while leaning against the doorway.

“Hey, Yoosung, you ready for LOLOL night? I’ve got Honey Buddha chips and PHD Pepper set up at the coffee table and-!”

“Seven, what’d you do to your hair?” Yoosung asks with wide violet eyes as he reaches forward and touches one of the dry, bright white strands.

“I dyed it last night, remember? Pretty snazzy, huh? What do you think?”

“No offense, but it looks pretty weird on you! Can’t say I ever expected you to go white,” Yoosung mutters and walks past Seven and into the living room. Seven shuts and locks the door behind them, then goes with Yoosung to the living room couch. The two men sit together with Yoosung still talking about Seven’s new look as he digs his own laptop out of his school backpack. “You even did your brows! You really gotta give us a warning, man, I thought I was having an aneurysm or something when I saw you with white hair!”

“...Huh,” Seven disguises a frown with a fake smile, nothing new. He expected Zen to dislike his new hair, but Yoosung, too? It makes him anxious. If those two have already reacted so badly (i.e. clearly being taken aback and not liking it, but trying to feign that it’s not terrible even though they clearly think it is), what will Jaehee, Jumin, and Saeran say when they see it? “Well, that aside, have you made any progress on that game event yet?”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me! I…”

Yoosung opens his laptop to show Seven his progress on the event, excitedly rambling with a grin that Seven can’t help but find endearing- a grin that Saeran would find endearing, too, if he would’ve responded to Seven’s text and surfaced from his room instead of leaving the former agent on read. 

Seven opens his laptop as well, and with that, LOLOL night starts- even without Saeran.

~~

Saeran never does surface from his room for LOLOL night, much to Seven’s surprise. He figures that the younger man’s depression must be pretty bad right now, but at the very least, there’s signs that he’s alive (the occasional shuffling noise, leaving Seven’s texts on read, etc.), so Seven is relieved.

Still, he’s worried, and he misses his little brother’s face. With Yoosung’s presence not working to draw Saeran out, and with Seven’s attempts at texting Saeran or visiting his room working to draw Saeran out, he decides he’ll do the next best thing; lure Saeran out with ice cream and coffee. Having not seen the former assistant in a while anyway, Seven goes to Jaehee’s coffee shop. 

When Seven opens the front door, a bell rings. Jaehee, whose hair has grown out to her shoulders, rushes to the counter. Though there are plenty of people seated in the cafe who are enjoying their drinks and sweet treats, no one is in line, so Seven approaches the register to talk to her.

“Jaehee, how are ya?” He asks, but he doesn’t get an answer- instead, he gets a comment (or a few) about his newly dyed hair.

“Oh my, Seven… You’ve dyed your hair,” Jaehee reaches out with her perfectly manicured, coffee-brown finger nails. The paint on them is glossy and covered in a light sheen of glitter clear coat. It’s clear that she wants to touch Seven’s hair, but she doesn’t, probably realizing just how impolite it is. Jaehee allows her hands to fall to her side as she continues. “I saw that you’d mentioned it in the chat room the other night, but I honestly thought it was just one of your pranks. Is that permanent dye, or…?”

“It is,” Seven nods. “I guess you’re the only one who hasn’t seen it yet, huh?”

“It’s quite… Different,” Jaehee says with a forced smile, to which Seven gasps and exclaims-

“Oh, come on, Jaehee, don’t tell me you hate it too!”

“No, no, I think you did a good job,” Jaehee frantically rushes to correct herself, even if it’s already too late. It’s obvious that she doesn’t like it, just like Zen and Yoosung. “It’ll just take some getting used to. It works for you, really.”

“...Thanks,” “Can I just get a large caramel frappe, a pint of the homemade vanilla bean ice cream, and a medium iced mocha with a breakfast sandwich to go?”

“Of course,” Jaehee nods, but doesn’t ring anything up. She turns to make the drinks, grab the breakfast sandwich from the warmer, and remove a pint of her homemade ice cream from the small freezer behind the counter. She slides everything forward to Seven with the drinks in a carrier, a smile on her face. “Here you go.”

“How much? You forgot to ring me up.”

Jaehee shakes her head.

“It’s on the house. Tell Saeran and Vanderwood that I said hello.”

“Will do,” Seven grins back and takes the items, ready to head home to his brother and former handler with the treats. “See ya later!”

Upon arriving home, Seven labels the medium iced mocha and the paper wrapper that covers the breakfast sandwich with Vanderwood’s name and a little note so he can put them in the fridge for the older man to have whenever he returns from whatever it is he’s out doing. Next, carries the pint of homemade vanilla bean ice cream and the large caramel frappe along with a spoon to Saeran’s bedroom door.

“Hey, little bro,” Seven knocks. “You holding up okay in there?”

“Don’t call me that… And I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“Saeran… I want you to be happy, but I can’t let you stay in that room forever. I’m starting to get worried about you,” Seven insists as if he isn’t already worried about Saeran when, honestly, he’s worried to death.

“I said to leave me alone!” Saeran yells back.

“Please, Saeran, it’s been days! When’s the last time you’ve eaten? Please, just talk to me… All I want to do is help…” Seven trails off, then sighs. A pit of sadness pools in the bottom of his stomach as tears fill his golden eyes. “Look, you don’t have to come all the way out, and you don’t have to let me in, but I brought you breakfast from Jaehee. I even got you your favorite coffee and something sweet so you’d eat. Just come open the door enough to grab it from me, you don’t have to do anything else. I promise.”

“And you’re not going to drag me out or try to force your way in?”

“Of course not,” Seven relents, as tempting as the idea is. “I want you to trust me.”

“Fine, give me a sec,” Seven hears some shuffling, which is followed by footsteps. The door opens and Saeran is on the other side, matching eyes bloodshot and tired, white and red hair matted, and skin pale. It looks like he’s lost a few pounds, but he’s alive, and he’s okay. Seven expects Saeran to snatch the ice cream and the coffee out of his hands, which does happen, but it’s not immediately followed by Saeran slamming the door shut. Instead, Saeran looks up at him as if he’s grown another head. “...You dyed your hair. Why? Why the fuck did you dye your hair?”

Saeran doesn’t look like he hates it, at least not immediately. He just appears curious. Seven smiles and starts to explain.

“I was getting sick of the red… Makes me look too much like Mom, y’know. It sucks hating what’s in the mirror just because of the past.”

“Okay, but why did you make it the same color as mine?” Saeran asks with narrowed eyes.

“It looked good on you- thought it’d look good on me, too,” Seven explains.

“It looks stupid. You should’ve gone pink or black or something… Would’ve suited you more.”

The words hurt more than they should. It’s just hair dye. Seven likes it, he’s liked it since he did it. But everyone else’s opinions matter to him more than they should, and his feelings are hurt, especially when Saeran slams the door shut in his face with not another word.

“...At this point, I’m not even surprised anymore,” Seven deadpans and turns to walk down the hallway and back to his own bedroom. “Oh well.”

“Seven,” Vanderwood greets lowly. He almost walks right past Seven, at least until he stops in his tracks and stares down at the younger man with a baffled expression. “What the hell is going on with your hair?”

“Don’t even ask, Vanderwood, I’m not in the mood.”

WIth that, Seven storms off to his bedroom, so frustrated with the reactions he’s gotten to his new hair that he decides he’ll just have to cut it all off.

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That night, Jumin stays over. Seven supposes he didn’t think it through very well, but as soon as the older man fell asleep, he finds himself sneaking to the master bathroom. Leaving the door unlocked, he flicks on the lights, plugs in his electric razor, and grabs a pair of hair scissors from the drawer. He’ll have to cut off all the longer parts, then tackle what’s left with the razor. After that, he’ll wear a wig for a few weeks until it grows back red- the only color that looks good on him, apparently.

To his surprise, though, despite Jumin having an incredibly long work day, he wakes up and walks into the bathroom to lean back against the wall. Seven sees him, not because he turns around, but because the ravenette aligns perfectly with the mirror that Seven is currently using as visual aid while he holds the scissors up to the first strand he plans to cut off.

“Saeyoung,” Jumin starts, voice groggy. He’s dressed in his blue and white striped satin pajamas, fully finished with that silly pajama hat that Seven makes fun of every once in a blue moon. His dark eyes are full of sleep and his long arms are crossed over his narrow chest. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Cutting my hair.”

“Why? I thought you trimmed the ends when you dyed it last week.”

“I did.”

“Then why are you cutting it now?”

“Honestly, Jumin, I don’t want to talk about it,” Seven frowns. The thought of how everyone- Zen, Yoosung, Saeran, Vanderwood, and Jaehee- reacted to his new hairstyle, it bothers him. As used as he is to them teasing him for his weird personality and silly jokes, he doesn’t like it when his appearance is judged like this, even if they don’t mean to offend him. “Please just let me shave my hair off in peace.”

“...Saeyoung, put the scissors down for a moment and listen to me,” Jumin sighs, and Seven listens. He sets the hair scissors down on top of the bathroom counter and turns around to face his lover. “I don’t know what inner turmoil you’re going through, and I don’t know what you’re thinking right now. What I do know is you’re stressed, which is probably why you made such a big change in the first place… But I like it. I think you did an excellent job with your hair. Please, don’t cut it off just because everyone else is struggling to get used to it.”

“Jumin, everyone hates it! I’ve had multiple people tell me it looks weird or stupid since I did it, and I know they’re not wrong. At this point, I may as well just chop the shit off and start over.”

“That’s a terrible idea and you know it, because if you cut it off, tomorrow you’re going to be complaining that you’re bald,” Jumin points out, and it’s true. Even if he wears a wig for a while, he’ll hate the way he looks without it; he’s tried shaving his head a handful of times and it never looks proper because of his head shape. “It looks fine, you can’t blame everyone for struggling to adjust to it. After all, we’ve only ever seen you with bright red hair before this- minus the occasional wig. Give it a few more weeks. If you don’t like it after that, you can dye it back to what it was or dye it another color, or even shave your head if you so please. Just don’t go and make a rash decision about your appearance because things haven’t been going well lately.”

“...You’re right,” Seven admits and reaches out to unplug the electric razor. “But you should probably hide the scissors and the razor from me for at least a month. I may get tempted when you’re not here to stop me.”

“Fine. I can do that much after you fall asleep tonight.”

“Thanks.”

Seven moves to push past Jumin and go back to the bedroom to sleep with his sad, ugly white hair, only to get caught by the wrist. He looks over his shoulder and sees Jumin staring down at him with a small smile.

“Saeyoung, wait,” Jumin murmurs and leans down to press a kiss into his hair. Seven’s heart skips a beat at the gesture of affection. “I do mean what I said. You look beautiful. I love the white more than I thought I would when you told me about it over the phone.”

“Thanks, Jumin,”

“Hey, I have an idea,”

“And what would that be?”

“...Got any more of that bleach? Perhaps a makeover for me would distract the RFA from your new look.”

At that, Seven smiles and starts to dig through his bathroom cabinet for the last bottle of bleach.

[wrrrenff]

Morning Music

Mystic Messenger Zen x F! Reader Synopsis: You woke up before Zen that morning and decided to make breakfast. Warnings: none Gif credits to the creator!

You and Zen have been together for about a year, and you were loving every single second. You and Zen were both constantly doing things and finding out information about each other that just made you both fall that much more in love with each other. The moment you appeared in the R.F.A. Chatroom all that time ago and started talking with the scarlet eyed man, you felt such a strong connection to him. You could tell he felt it too.

After about 4 months into your relationship, you decided to move out of Rika's old apartment and move in with Zen. At that point you had stayed overnight at his place most of the time so it was only natural. Over time, you and Zen started seeing new sides to each other, you even started to pick up each others habits. They just made you both fall even deeper in love. Just like this particular morning.

You and Zen went long and hard last night causing you both to sleep in, something quite rare for the both of you. Zen usually woke early to get a start on his daily exercise and you are just naturally an early riser. This morning you woke up before Zen. God is he a gorgeous sleeper. The sun shining on his face perfectly and complementing his chiseled features nicely. You could sit in bed and just stare at him for hours.

After contemplating whether or not to get up, you decided it would be best to make you both some breakfast. So, you got up, slipped on a baggy tee shirt, your favorite pajama pants with the ducks on them, and put your hair up into a quick messy bun.

Zen is a pretty heavy sleeper so you decided to put on some music while whipping up your meal. As you started to prep your ingredients you started to sing along to the song coming from your phone. It was your favorite song after all, how could you not? Usually you didn't sing around the house. Zen is such an amazing singer that you felt nervous singing around him. You didn't have a bad voice but it was nowhere near the angelic notes that danced out of him. As crazy as it seemed, you were scared Zen would judge your voice, so you only ever hummed around him and sang when he was out for work. You were in your own world, chopping veggies for your breakfast, singing, and dancing that your were completely unaware of the silver haired man watching you.

Zen stirred from his slumber by the sound of a pan clanging in the kitchen. When he noticed you weren't in bed with him, he got up to look for you. As he left the bedroom, the image he was met with took him by surprise. As his eyes met the scene he couldn't help the toothy grin from appearing on his face. You were quite a sight to take in after all.

Zen was going to greet you but stopped, wanting to take in the moment. His eyes grew large at the sound of you singing. He could have sworn he had heard your singing voice before, but as he scanned his memories he came up short.

“Wow! She sounds great! Why has she never sung around me before” He thought.

His heart felt full at the moment. Your (h/c) hair in its disheveled bun, your big shirt and pajamas that made you look so tiny, and the radiant smile as you sang. He couldn't believe he was dating such an amazing woman. He was so tempted to get his phone to record this moment, but decided against it to avoid potentially getting caught. Instead, he just stood there savoring it all. Every time you did a little dance, when you pretended that the wooden spoon in your hand was a microphone, and even the little faces you made when trying to hit certain notes just made him completely smitten. He couldn't sit and watch anymore.

As you were in the zone, practically putting on your own private concert, your eyes grew with shock as you heard a booming voice joining you in song. Quickly, you spun around finding Zen waltzing in with a giant goofy smile on his face as he sung with you.

“Zen! You scared me! Oh no, did I wake you? Was I being too loud” You got anxious wondering how much of your one woman show he had seen.

“Not at all. Besides, you put on quite the show.”

“Oh no.” You thought as you suddenly felt your face start to burn.

“Say, jagi, how come you never told me you could sing?”

“W-what? I can't sing at all. I s-sound like a dead cat!” You playfully smacked his arm.

A confused look grew on Zen's face. “Are you kidding? Your voice was great! And don't even get me started on those adorable moves you've got.”

You buried you face in you hands. At this point you were sure your face was as red as a tomato.

“I know it sounds dumb b-but I'm embarrassed to sing in front of you.” You went to look at Zen, but as soon as your eyes met his, you averted your gaze. Zen couldn't believe what he just heard. He would never judge you about anything. Nothing you do could make him love you any less than he did.

Zen let out a small laugh and lifted your head from your hands so that he could look you in the eyes “Jagi, your voice is beautiful. And even if you did sound like a dead cat, I would still want to hear it and duet with you every single time.”

God you love this man. How did you get so lucky. You knew it was stupid to think the way you did but he knew just how to erase any doubts you might have had. You quickly pulled him into a tight embrace, followed by a passionate kiss.

“Your the best, you know that. I can't wait to share many a duet with you, my love”

“And I you.” You kissed once again, both of you feeling the love you share for each other pouring out of you. You then went back to cooking, Zen helping as best he could even though you already had most of it prepared, and you both broke out into song and dance once again. You could believe how much this man loved you, but you wouldn't trade him or his love for anything in the world.

[renaheart]

Drawing some more stuff with Zen and my custom MC haha call it a self indulgence, if you will <3 I'm super happy with how this came out!

[nowayimdie]

Chapter 4: The Unholy Trinity Reigns

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Yoosung traverses the desolate streets, his path littered with the remnants of life now stilled. He shoulders bags laden with provisions, the weight a tangible reminder of the world's upheaval. Despite the sombre scene, a faint melody escapes his lips, mingling with the eerie silence like a whispered prayer amidst the chaos. "Tralalalala," he sings softly, a hint of determination in his voice, "Eager to return and vanquish these creeping pests."

Startled by the sudden motion, Yoosung whirls around, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he rushes a figure, a blur of movement amidst the stillness of the desolate street. Instinctively, he tenses, his hand reaching for a makeshift weapon at his side. With narrowed eyes, he watches as the figure races past, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Yoosung's curiosity piqued, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow, his steps cautious yet determined.

"Hello?" Yoosung calls out, his voice cutting through the eerie quiet of the deserted street. "Why are you running?" he asks his tone a mix of concern and curiosity. As he waits for a response, his gaze remains fixed on the figure ahead, his senses alert for any sign of danger lurking in the shadows.

Yoosung continued casually, "I meant no harm, well, maybe about 80% of the time." He paused, then added, "Though I do have a proneness for stabbing living things and tearing them apart with my teeth."

The figure conjured a fiery blast aimed at Yoosung, but he swiftly dodged it. However, before he could react further, the figure leapt upon him, causing both of them to crash to the ground.

"Don't mess with me," the figure, sounding like a girl, growled. "I was just running past you. Why are you following me?" The figure holding Yoosung's wrist tightly

As Yoosung found himself close to the figure, he got a clear view of their face—deep red hair cascading around, with long bangs partially covering one eye, while the other, with a striking golden hue, remained visible.

"Oh my!" Yoosung exclaimed. "A bad girl"

MC raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What?" she asked, standing up and releasing Yoosung's wrist.

Yoosung's eyes lit up with stars. "A bad girl!" he exclaimed. "I'm ready to be a masochist just for you."

MC responded with a deadpan expression. "Yeah, no."

MC, ready to walk away, suddenly found Yoosung clinging tightly to her leg, refusing to let go. "Let go of me, you brat!" she shouted, trying to free herself from his grasp.

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At the Mystic Hotel Messenger, V paced back and forth in a state of hysteria, his mind clearly diverted. Meanwhile, Saeran and Jumin who calmly held Elizabeth the 3rd, walking alongside his friend with a reassuring presence.

V's voice quivered with a detectable perturbation, each word laced with the weight of impending doom. "Alright, so the extermination is advancing in six months instead of the anticipated year. It's just a slight setback, a mere hiccup in our plans," he muttered, attempting to reassure himself more than anyone else. "Angels altering our timetable without a second thought. But who needs a whole year to salvage souls, hm?" His voice wavered, the panic beginning to seep through his facade of composure. "And what about the next time they decide to halve it again, and again? Are we supposed to just adapt endlessly?"

Saeran's firm grip steadied V, grounding him in the moment. "Yes, we will," Saeran declared with a quiet determination, his voice a steady anchor amidst V's turbulent thoughts.

Zen's voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade, bitter and frustrated. "Oh, please. You knew the odds were stacked against you from the start of this so-called redemption mission," he scoffed, cynicism oozing from every word. With his phone buzzing incessantly, a storm of threatening messages, his frustration reached its peak. "And now..." he trailed off, the ominous notifications on his screen serving as grim exclamation points to his sentence. "There's no silver lining to be found this time," he muttered grimly, his eyes glued to the screen, the impending danger weighing heavily on them all.

V's voice cut through the tension, a beacon of optimism amidst the storm of doubt and fear. "Of course, there is!" he interjected, his tone resolute despite the chaos surrounding them. "We just have to search a little deeper, that's all," he insisted, his words carrying a hint of determination that refused to be extinguished by the darkness closing in around them.

Zen's frustration simmered as he waved his phone in their faces, the urgency palpable in his voice. "While you're busy searching for that elusive silver lining, the rest of hell is spiralling into chaos," he exclaimed, gesturing emphatically towards the screen. "Just look at what's happening in the Doomsday District," he urged, the gravity of the situation evident in his words.

As Zen scrolled down an article featuring a demon screaming in front of a blazing fire, a grey message suddenly appeared at the bottom of the screen. V leaned in closer to read it, his curiosity piqued.

V leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued as he glanced at the screen. "Um, what's a...Donkey Show?" he asked tentatively, his brow furrowing in confusion as he awaited an explanation from Zen.

"A Donkey Show?" Zen repeated the words, his tone incredulous. "Uh, it's... it's not something you want to know about, believe me." He shook his head, his gaze returning to the screen, a hint of discomfort lingering in his features. "Let's just focus on what's important here."

"Like I said, everyone's losin' their shit," Zen said

Saeran's voice cut through the tension, his words tinged with a hint of grim realization. "Indeed, sinners are desperate," he acknowledged, his gaze thoughtful as he considered the implications. "Desperate enough to consider even the most unimaginable options in a bid to escape the forthcoming extermination," he added, his tone heavy with the weight of their plight.

V's eyes widened in realization, a spark of hope igniting within him. "Oh! This is the perfect opportunity to recruit more sinners for the hotel!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with newfound enthusiasm. "With so many souls desperate for salvation, we can offer them a chance at redemption like never before," he continued, his mind racing with possibilities. "It's our chance to make a real difference, to show them that there's another path," he concluded, a determined resolve shining in his eyes.

Zen's scepticism cut through the air like a sharpened blade, each word laced with concern as he gestured towards the tumult unfurling beyond the confines of their shelter. "As endearing as your notion may be, V, are you earnestly proposing we venture into that maelstrom?" he queried, his tone fraught with incredulity. "Just take a glance at the unrest," he implored, his gaze flickering to the chaos illuminated on his handheld device. "It's sheer bedlam out there. Merely setting foot beyond this threshold would be a reckless gamble with our safety," he concluded, his apprehension palpable in his every utterance.

V shrugged. "Well, it's not as if we're expecting a sudden influx of visitors on our doorstep..."

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rents the air, causing V to scream in shock. Their attention snapped to the source of the disturbance, only to find a gaping hole in the wall. Outside, amidst the disarray of scattered flames, stood MC and Yoosung. Yoosung clung to MC's leg, refusing to let go as she struggled to free herself from his grasp.

With an irked tone, MC addressed the situation. "Hey, is this the horrid hotel that this brat Yoosung mentioned to me? If it is, then someone better pry him off my leg. He won't let go."

"Yoosung!" V exclaimed, his voice carrying a mix of concern and exasperation. "Did you bring back some groceries? And for goodness' sake, let go of that poor girl."

Yoosung's gaze softened as he regarded MC with an affectionate yet slightly teasing tone. "Bad girl," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of admiration. "She could take me down anytime." It was evident that Yoosung wasn't paying much heed to V's words.

" Yoosung PLEASE" V said

" Awh... T_T" Yoosung pouted

After V's insistence, Yoosung reluctantly released his grip on MC. He pouted momentarily before uttering, "Don't worry, bad girl. Our paths will cross again soon :)," accompanied by a somewhat unsettling smile.

"I deeply apologize for any inconvenience Yoosung may have caused you. May I ask for your name?" V inquired with genuine concern resonating in his voice.

MC brushed herself off and replied flatly, "MC. My name is MC."

MC's eyes widened as she looked at V. "Hey..." she said, recognition dawning on her. "I know you. You're the guy named V or Jihyun Kim from the TV, talking about that redemption... something."

V's eyes sparkled with a newfound fervour. "Yes, that's precisely what I was discussing—the potential for redemption even among the most wayward souls," V began, his words imbued with passion.

Before he could delve further into their thoughts, MC interjected, eager to add her perspective.

MC chuckled heartily before interjecting, "Oh, V, you always aim for the stars! But let's face it, redemption for sinners? Seems like a bit of a stretch, don't you think? Your goals might just be a tad unrealistic."

V's smile wavered slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features as he made a concerted effort to conceal their true feelings, not wanting to reveal his inner turmoil.

V's expression softened, his genuine hospitality shining through despite the earlier interruption. "Well, since you're already here, why not stay at my hotel for a bit? Consider it a token of gratitude for your understanding, and I apologize once again for any inconvenience caused by my staff, Yoosung."

MC glanced around the opulent surroundings of V's hotel, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Alright then, if you're offering free service, count me in," she replied, her tone teasing yet playful.

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 Echo Girl's line. Her fan's line. Both line

Elsewhere, within the grandiose confines of The Apple Blossom Concert Hall, music erupted in a crescendo of sound, filling the air with an electrifying energy that sent waves of excitement rippling through the crowd. Fans erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as their idol commanded the stage, a mesmerizing presence commanding every inch of attention.

Whip me slap me, punk funk New York clubbers, bump drunk Dark like liquorice, bar slam Move it, this is your jam

The person singing is Echo Girl but also known as Velvet Echo when she isn't performing. Echo Girl exudes an edgy vibe with her unique appearance. Her pastel pink hair falls in loose waves, with streaks of bold blue adding a striking contrast. Her eyes, an intense shade of electric blue, captivate anyone who meets her. Her skin maintains a porcelain-like quality, adding to her enigmatic allure.

She's spotted in her black ensemble, reflecting her rock-inspired aesthetic. She rocks a sleek leather jacket over a graphic band tee, paired with ripped skinny jeans. Her footwear of choice? Iconic heeled boots that add height and attitude to her look.

Wash the night, with St. Jam-eson Like a baptism Heavy metal lovers play Baby, we were born this way

" I love you Echo Girl!"

"You're the voice of our generation, Echo Girl!"

"Rock on, Echo! You're killing it!"

"Echo, you're our rebel queen!"

"Keep shredding those chords, Echo!"

"You're a rock goddess, Echo!"

"We'll follow you anywhere, Echo! Rock on!"

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Heavy metal lover

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Heavy metal lover

"Join me in song, my lovely and slutty fans!" Echo Girl exclaimed with infectious enthusiasm.

Echo Girl belted out her part with passion, her voice resonating through the venue. As she reached a crescendo, she extended her arm, gesturing with her microphone towards her devoted fans, inviting them to join in the chorus. With excitement in her eyes, she urged them to sing along, their voices blending harmoniously with hers, creating a moment of pure magic in the air.

I could be your girl Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl But would you love me (heavy metal lover) If I ruled the world, world, world

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (heavy metal lover) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (heavy metal lover) Heavy metal lover

As the final notes reverberated through the hall, the concert reached its climax, culminating in a spectacular display of confetti shooting into the air, showering the ecstatic audience below like shimmering raindrops. Cheers and applause thundered through the venue, echoing the collective euphoria of a truly unforgettable performance.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my incredible fans!" Echo Girl exclaimed, waving graciously at the crowd. With a radiant smile, she blew kisses to her adoring fans, expressing her gratitude for their unwavering support and love.

"Kisses, kisses, and more kisses to all of you! And of course, special kisses just for you! Thank you for making every moment unforgettable!" Echo Girl exclaimed, spreading her love and appreciation to every individual in the crowd.

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Outside Vee's headquarters, a bustling crowd had gathered in front of a storefront, their attention captivated by a series of TVs displaying a captivating advertisement. The screens showcased a sleek and sophisticated spy drone in action, its agile movements and cutting-edge features highlighted to perfection. Spectators watched in awe as the drone demonstrated its capabilities, igniting conversations and excitement among the onlookers about the latest technological marvel from Vee's headquarters.

Advertisement: "Introducing the New VoxTek Designer Voyeur Scopes! Peeping on the neighbours has never been more stylish. With VoxTek, indulge in discreet surveillance with unparalleled sophistication. Trust us with your money and experience the ultimate in voyeuristic luxury. VoxTek—setting the standard for privacy invasion with flair!"

The crowd surged into the store like a tidal wave, clamouring to get their hands on the coveted VoxTek Designer Voyeur Scopes. In a frenzy, they stampeded out, each person clutching boxes containing the latest in surveillance technology.

With various individuals watching their screens—a mix of computers, laptops, and phones—an eerie atmosphere settled in. Suddenly, their eyes took on a glazed, hypnotic quality, a subtle indication of something more sinister at play, suggesting the insidious influence of unseen forces behind the VoxTek advertisement.

Advertisement: "This week's episode of 'Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?' is brought to you by VoxTek. Trust us with your entertainment! With VoxTek, indulge in the most scandalous and provocative shows without missing a beat. From jaw-dropping drama to taboo tales, VoxTek delivers it all with uncompromising quality. Trust VoxTek for your guilty pleasures—because why settle for anything less?"

The scene unfolds with tapping fingers, building anticipation as we enter a vast room adorned with multiple screens, each displaying a montage of consumers immersed in VoxTek products. The phrase "trust us" echoes and overlaps, reverberating throughout the room like a hypnotic mantra.

Suddenly, electricity crackles in the air, intensifying as Vox rises from his chair, his laughter echoing with a chilling edge of madness. With a gleam in his eyes, he surveys the scene before him, revelling in the spectacle of consumerism and the power it affords him. In this moment, Vox embodies the epitome of corporate dominance, his laughter a sinister symphony to the tune of unchecked ambition.

Vox or real name Saejoong Choi. He sports slicked-back brown hair, reminiscent of the classic styles of the era, perfectly complementing his enigmatic demeanour. His eyes gleam with a captivating golden hue, adding a touch of mystery to his presence.

His physique is impeccably tailored, reflecting the timeless charm of the '50s era. Clad in a dapper dark blue suit with pinstripes, he exudes an air of sophistication. The crisp white shirt beneath his jacket boasts a subtle hint of vintage elegance, while a deep red tie adds a dash of boldness to his ensemble.

What sets him apart is the striking mask adorning the right side of his face. Crafted with intricate detail, the mask seamlessly integrates with his look, concealing his features while still allowing his expressions to shine through. Its dark blue and red hues perfectly complement his attire, adding an element of intrigue to his character.

Always accompanied by a beige coat draped over his arm, he moves with an effortless grace, captivating audiences with every enigmatic glance and subtle gesture.

"Mwahaha! Now that's captivating television!" Vox's laughter boomed through the room, a sinister melody accompanying the hypnotic display of consumerism unfolding before him. With a satisfied smirk, he revelled in the realization of his grand vision, where entertainment and manipulation seamlessly intertwined, ensuring his dominance over the masses.

As Vox's mask shifted, revealing the icon of Echo Girl, another prominent figure among the Vees, a signal of an incoming call, his attention was immediately captured. The clown horn ringtone pierced the air, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room.

With a swift gesture, Vox redirected the call from his screen to his hand using his electric powers, transferring it seamlessly. Echo Girl's image materialized on one of the many screens in the room, her studio backdrop framing her with pigtails accentuating her iconic look.

Vox settled back into his chair, his expression a mix of curiosity and calculation, as he prepared to engage in conversation with his fellow Vee.

"Greetings, Echo Girl! How fares your morning amidst this infernal chaos?" He said as he drink his coffee

"Vox, enough with the nonsense. Get up here immediately! And stop referring to me as Echo Girl; it makes me feel like I'm just another cog in the machine. Call me Velvet Echo." She said, her tone tinged with irritation.

"What might be troubling you, my dear?" Vox said with a wry smile

"Your damn boy toy is trashing my place while I'm busting my ass trying to get my show together for tomorrow. It's seriously pissing me off!" 

Off-screen, chaos reigns as workers dash around, shouting and objects are hurled through the air, while Valentino's voice can be heard swearing vehemently.

Valentino: (In the background, enraged) GODDAMN BITCH!

"Just haul your sorry ass over here, RIGHT NOW!" A crashing sound resonates as a chair is hurled across the room, smashing into something nearby. " ...Valentino, you're such a damn wreck!"

The call abruptly ends, and Vox's smile fades as he rises from his seat with a sigh, straightening his bowtie with frustration evident on his face.

"Oh god, here we go again with Valentino," Vox mutters to himself. "Just another damn day dealing with that guy. Hey-hey-hey, screw my life."

Vox strides over to a platform, which begins to ascend

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In the elevator, a smiling Vox is depicted with a speech bubble proclaiming "trust us!" However, as the doors slide open, the scene shifts to show Vox, now frowning in the same pose, letting out a sigh before forcing a smile for the throng of overlapping reporters, each clamoring to thrust their microphones towards him.

Reporter: Mr. Vox, could you share your insights on the recently announced deadline for extermination?

Vox proclaimed, "Ladies and gentlemen, at VoxTek Enterprises, innovation is our hallmark. As we face this impending threat, our priority shifts to safeguarding you. It gives me great pleasure to unveil..."

Vox announced alongside an ad showcasing the VoxTek logo, now adorned in shimmering gold with angelic wings, accompanied by the tagline:

Vox: "Prepare for the arrival of VoxTek Angelic Security! Entrust us with YOUR safety."

Vox mesmerized the crowd with a gaze from his left eye, weaving a hypnotic spell just as he captivates his consumers.

Manager: Sir, may I ask when we initiated the development of Angelic Security?

"Thirty freakin' seconds ago," Vox spat out, strutting away. "Get off your lazy behinds and wrangle that jackass Vanderwood onto the damn schedule. Cancel all my freakin' appointments today. I've got a dumpster fire to deal with upstairs."

With a sneer, he morphs his body into crackling electricity, surging into the security camera mounted on the wall, taking control of its circuits with a smirk of satisfaction.

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In Echo Girl's studio, the staff hustled about, tidying every nook and cranny to perfection. Velvet Echo herself lounged regally on a plush chaise, her gaze sweeping over four trembling designers who anxiously held up their creations, hoping to curry favour with the queen of the industry.

Echo Girl's style takes on a more relaxed and vibrant vibe, reflecting her carefree spirit. She dons a sleeveless dress adorned with a playful mix of orange, yellow, pink, and purple hues, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that mirror her energetic personality. Her dress flows freely, allowing her to move with ease as she embraces the rhythm of life.

Her hair is now tied up in playful pigtail braids, adding a touch of youthful charm to her look. Despite the casual styling, her iconic heeled boots remain a staple, albeit in a different color that complements the vibrant palette of her ensemble.

"Ugh, seriously? Un-freakin'-acceptable. You're canned, sweetheart. What is this garbage? Wrist ruffles? Are we stuck in 1750 or something? Burn it, burn it all, just like the witches who thought this crap was trendy!" Echo Girl/ Velvet Echo's voice cut through the air like a whip, her disdain palpable as she singled out one of the designers for a verbal lashing.

As she sent the hapless designer packing, Vox materialized beside her with a smirk, his presence oozing with arrogance.

"Echo, darling, I can see you're swamped," Vox drawled, his tone dripping with condescension. "Tell me, where's our hotheaded friend stomping around now?" He craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of Valentino's whereabouts.

"Up in his tower, throwing a tantrum like a spoiled brat, waiting for some sorry excuse of a prince to come kiss his feet!" Echo scoffed, her fingers aggressively pounding the keys of her phone.

Vox let out an exasperated sigh. "And what the hell's got him so worked up today?"

Echo rolled her eyes dramatically. "Who knows? But he shredded my top model! And you know damn well this show ain't waiting for that sorry excuse of a girl to pick up her pieces! Melissa! Get your sorry ass over here!"

Melissa scampered onto the platform, sweat beading on her brow as Velvet Echo wielded her overlord powers, flicking her hand dismissively to change Melissa's outfit with each swipe, as though she were nothing more than a mannequin to be dressed and undressed at will.

One of the clothing is a Beige Knitted turtle neck

Velvet Echo's face twisted in repulsion, her disgust palpable as she glared at the turtleneck. "I want to vomit. Gross," she spat out before suddenly gasping with theatrical flair. "Ah! Yes, that's it!" Her approval cut through the air like a whip, leaving no doubt that her word was law.

Vox drawled with a hint of sarcasm, "Well, well, looks like you've got everything handled here, as usual."

"Damn straight I do! Screw you, loser!" Velvet Echo shot back, giving him the finger with an eye-roll. "Now scram! Go play nanny to the crybaby!"

Vox ascended the stairs, greeted by two moth demons who swung the door open for him. Stepping inside, he was enveloped in a haze of crimson smoke, his senses assaulted by the suffocating atmosphere. As he locked eyes with Valentino, seated on his couch with a simmering rage, Vox braced himself for the storm about to break loose.

Valentino cuts a striking figure, shrouded in an aura of mystery and anonymity. His most prominent feature is his raven-black hair, which cascades sleekly down his back, adding to the enigmatic allure that surrounds him. But it's his mask that truly sets him apart.

Concealing his entire face, the mask is an arresting sight. Crafted in the style reminiscent of "V for Vendetta," it bears the iconic design of the Guy Fawkes mask, a symbol of rebellion and defiance. Rendered in stark black and white, it adds a surreal quality to Valentino's visage, obscuring his expressions and intentions, and leaving others to ponder the depths of his motives.

His attire is as dark as the shadows he seems to effortlessly inhabit. Clad entirely in black, his clothing exudes a sense of sleekness and sophistication. From the tailored coat that drapes over his frame to the fitted trousers that taper elegantly at his ankles, every garment speaks of meticulous attention to detail.

Valentino: About damn time! [tosses drink] Kitty! Another round, pronto!

The Robo Fizz beside him nodded in acknowledgement before swiftly darting off-screen. Moments later, it reappeared, holding the drink in its mechanical grip, ready to placate Valentino's mounting anger.

Valentino's voice thundered with aggression, his fury palpable as he seethed, "Ugh! Can you believe what that scum did? THE UNGRATEFUL BITCH!!!"

As he spoke, Valentino hurled the drink at Vox with a snarl. Vox swiftly sidestepped, causing the drink to miss its target and shatter against the door, liquid cascading onto the floor in a mess of shattered glass and splattered liquid.

Vox casually dodged the incoming drink, unfazed. "Uh, which bitch are we whining about now?" he quipped, his tone dripping with indifference.

Valentino rose to his feet, his fury reaching its peak. "God damn Zen!" he cursed, marching up to Vox with a lethal glare. "Who the hell else would I be referring to?!" He stormed past Vox, consumed by wrath. "That damn JERK ditched me! ME!" Valentino pivoted sharply, locking eyes with Vox, his intensity palpable. "I built him up! Without me, he's just a bag of flesh with a slightly amusing voice." Vox, unfazed, backed away slightly, a smirk dancing on his lips.

Vox's response came with a casual shrug. "Oh, Zen quit? Huh, figures," he remarked as if it were of little consequence to him.

Valentino's rage reverberated through his voice. "NO! He didn't just quit! It's way worse!" he bellowed, seizing Vox's phone in a fit of fury. "He fucking MOVED!!!" The words boomed through the room like a thunderous clap, underscored by Valentino's boiling wrath.

As he uttered those words, he hurled Vox's phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces.

"He thinks he can just stroll in here, put in some work, and then waltz off to his own damn home?" Valentino bellowed incredulously, his fists clenched in fury. "Can you FUCKING believe that?!" He stormed towards the closet, his anger pulsating with every step. "Thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's bimbo servant." His voice dripped with disdain at the mention of Lucifer, his rival's associate.

Vox's brow furrowed in confusion. "Zen is... living with Lucifer's servant?" he echoed, his tone betraying his perplexity at the unexpected revelation.

Valentino: Yeah! That ASSHOLE Jeehyun Kym or Jihoon Kim, or whatever the hell—something manly like that—he's got this hotel and—

As Valentino spoke, he absentmindedly opened the closet, revealing its contents - an array of guns, drugs, and various pictures, including a poster featuring himself. Valentino, fueled by his rage, reached for two imposing firearms - a long revolver and a semi-automatic pistol - his hands steady despite his seething anger.

Valentino's tone shifted, adopting a more laid-back vibe. "So, which one of these screams 'sexy' to you?" he asked casually, shooting a smirk towards the closet.

Vox chuckled, his tone laced with amusement. "What are you up to, Val? You're not heading over there, are you?" he remarked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

As Vox spoke, a flicker of anger flashed in his left eye, though Valentino remained preoccupied with loading his guns, seemingly oblivious to Vox's simmering ire.

Valentino: That slippery twink is gonna remember who's in charge. I'm gonna screw with everyone in that dump, mark my words!

Before Valentino could finish, Vox lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him forcefully, their faces mere inches apart. Vox's fury burned bright, his eyes flashing with intensity as he confronted Valentino head-on.

Vox's voice initially sounded distorted with anger, but he swiftly regained his composure. "Val—" he began before letting out a chuckle. "Hehe. Just ponder that for a moment," he said with an eerie calmness, his previous rage seemingly dissipated.

Vox guides Valentino towards the window, deftly relieving him of one of his guns and tucking it into his own pocket.

"Our brand is synonymous with perfection," Vox stated firmly, his voice resonating with authority. "And what do you reckon chasing after prostitutes all over town will do for our image?" His words were calculated, underlining the significance of upholding their reputation.

Valentino's response came hesitantly. "Um... screw it up?" he ventured, his tone uncertain as he reluctantly acknowledged the potential damage to their brand.

A stereotypical 'winning' ding chimed in the background, punctuating Valentino's realization with a touch of irony.

"Exactly!" Vox nodded emphatically. "Do you want people thinking you can't even control your own damn employees?" He emphasized the point, underlining the importance of maintaining authority and professionalism.

"No!" Valentino affirmed vehemently.

"Exactly!" Vox agreed, nodding in approval. "And hey, you still have him under contract. He isn't going anywhere! So... you should..." He trailed off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air, expecting Valentino to connect the dots.

Valentino: Do nothing?

A victorious casino sound resonated in the background, punctuating the moment with a hint of triumph.

Vox: Brilliant move! That's why they pay you the *playfully pinches cheek* big bucks.

Valentino groaned in frustration. "Ugh. But I was really looking forward to shooting someone," he lamented, his disappointment palpable.

As Valentino spoke, he retrieved a cigarette holder, his frustration evident. Without missing a beat, Vox summoned a spark of electricity from his fingertips, lighting the cigarette with a flicker of power, showcasing his abilities effortlessly.

"Well, let me round up the bottom feeders of the month," Vox quipped, striding over to the array of televisions with purpose.

Valentino chuckled darkly as he blew out a puff of smoke. "Oh, you know me too well," he remarked with a smirk. "But Zen isn't the only one cozying up at that ratty hotel with the devil's servant."

Vox's interest was piqued. "Oh? Who else might be lurking about? Perhaps someone with a debt to repay?" he mused, his tone coloured with intrigue.

Valentino chuckled darkly. "Someone indebted to us far beyond mere currency," he divulged with a sinister grin. "The Overlord of Commerce awaits."

Upon those words, Vox felt a surge of electricity jolting through his mind, his fingers digging into the desk leaving deep scratch marks. Small, ominous chuckles escaped him as he turned to Valentino, two crimson lines etching across the left side of his lower lip.

Vox's voice distorted, crackling with intensity. "What... did you just say?" he demanded, his tone laced with a mixture of dread and anticipation.

Valentino's response was cold and unwavering. "You heard me," he reiterated, his tone devoid of remorse or hesitation.

Vox's voice erupted in fury, crackling with barely contained rage. "Jumin Han ... came back... and he's allied with Lucifer's *glitching* servant, and that wasn't the first fucking thing you told me?!?!" he roared, seizing Valentino by the collar with a grip like steel.

Valentino managed to wrest himself free from Vox's grip, his expression turning defiant. "Hey! Killing Jumin is your kink," he retorted sharply, his tone laced with a mixture of defiance and mockery.

As Valentino spoke, he sauntered over to the desk and flicked on the television. Instantly, Vox teleported to the centre screen, revealing a recording from a VoxTek Voyeur scope stationed high above. The scene unfolded from a drone's point of view, capturing Jumin leisurely sipping his wine and nibbling on cheese, oblivious to the watchful eye above.

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"And here's Jumin Han, my closest buddy! Sure, he's got that whole Overlord thing going on, but trust me, he's not all doom and gloom. He's got a soft side too!" V chuckled nervously, flashing a friendly smile as he introduced MC to Jumin.

MC's eyes widened in surprise. "Jumin Han... the Overlord of Commerce," she murmured, casting a wary glance at V. "You're pals with that... guy?" Her tone was incredulous, a mix of surprise and scepticism evident in her voice.

" Jumin shot a quick, penetrating look at MC. "You got a problem with that?" he retorted, his tone laced with a hint of challenge, his demeanour poised and confident.

MC scoffed dismissively, her tone dripping with disdain. "Someone like you, it's hard to believe you could even make a friend, let alone keep one," she sneered, her words laced with a harsh edge. "How could someone like you even have the ability to form a connection?" Her skepticism was palpable, her gaze cold and unwavering as she challenged Jumin's very capacity for friendship.

Jumin's eyes narrowed into a menacing glare as he fixed his gaze on MC. "You're really asking for it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, hinting at the simmering intensity beneath his controlled demeanour.

"Um... Jumin! I think that's enough," V interjected hastily, his tone tinged with nervousness as he attempted to diffuse the escalating tension.

"Ah, it appears a visit to the tailor is in order. Wishing you all the best, my friends." Jumin remarked with a touch of exasperation.

"Wait, you're departing?! Jumin! Your assistance is imperative! We're reliant on you to fulfill your duties," Saeran exclaimed, his tone tinged with surprise and urgency.

Zen raised his glass of liquor, gesturing towards the wall marred by a hole caused by MC. "Clearly, we're in dire need of a sturdy barrier," he declared.

Jumin nodded decisively. "Absolutely not! Allowing my latest project to falter would be unacceptable. Imagine the headlines!" he exclaimed, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.

With a snap of his fingers, black ink demons materialized, armed with construction tools, as Jumin strode away purposefully. Intrigued, Zen cast a keen eye over one of the larger, muscular demons, gently nudging Saeran aside as he approached the figure.

Zen couldn't suppress a giggle as he leaned in, teasingly addressing the demon. "Hey there, sweet cheeks. Got any plans for later? I've always had a thing for a man with a giant... tool," he remarked, his tone playful and flirtatious.

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Valentino seethed with jealousy, pointing accusatorily at Zen's flirtatious interaction. "See that?! Zen's all over that guy, not even sparing a glance for me! Who the hell is he? I swear, I'll make him regret it. Vox! Get over here!" Valentino slammed his fist on the table, his anger palpable.

Vox, seemingly unfazed by Valentino's call, was distracted, his left pupil morphing into a tilde shape as he fixated on Jumin's departure. His appearance became static and out of focus, mirroring his distracted state, while the screen flickered with interference.

Vox: *glitches* That FUCKER is back!

Valentino's grin widened as he pieced together the situation and approached Vox with a sly swagger.

Valentino: Yeah! I thought he was gone for good too!

Vox: It's been seven years!

Valentino leaned in close to Vox, his grin stretching into a mischievous smirk, and he pinched Vox's cheek teasingly. Despite Vox's evident irritation, Valentino seemed unfazed, revelling in his own amusement.

Valentino: You still pissed that he almost beat you that time?

Vox: Uh, FUCK YOU.

Valentino: Just saying. *walks around him*

Vox: Things have changed a lot since he left town!

Valentino: THAT'S for sure.

Vox: I gotta send a message of who's REALLY in charge of things now!

The camera focused entirely on Vox's face, filling the screen, as Valentino's laughter echoed in the background. In the next shot, Vox's grin was evident as he strode purposefully to his chair, his confidence unwavering.

Vox: ♫ Welcome home! ♫

♫ I'm gonna make you wish that you ! ♫

As Vox began to sing, a surge of electricity crackled through his arm, illuminating his features with a faint blue glow as he settled into his chair. With a dramatic turn, he faced the numerous screens before him, his expression filled with determination and power.

Vox: ♫ Say hello to a new status quo, ♫

With a decisive press of the big red button, four cords shot out, swiftly latching themselves onto the ports on the back of Vox's head. Instantly, he was connected to his vast array of TV networks, the screens flickering to life with his image as he prepared to broadcast his message to the world.

Vox: ♫ Everyone knows that there's a brand-new dawn, turn the TV on! ♫

Director: Camera, speeds, rolling in three, two...

Chorus: ♫ Wel-come to the show! ♫

Vox: ♫ Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain Mystic who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven-year absence, ♫

♫ Did anybody miss him, did anybody notice? ♫

♫ More on tonight's program. ♫

♫ So, the Overlord of Commerce is back in town! ♫

♫ Why is he hanging around? ♫

♫ What does that mean for your family? ♫

♫ Well, handily, I've got good news! ♫

♫ He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostile, ♫

Vox & Chorus: ♫ But the demon is a coward! ♫

Vox: ♫ You can take that as gospel. ♫

♫ Pulling my viewers? Impossible! ♫

♫ I'm visual, he's barely audible! ♫

♫ Stop giving him the time of day! ♫

♫ Don't listen to a word he'd say. ♫

♫ I hope he had a nice vacay! ♫

Vox & Chorus: ♫ But he should have stayed away! ♫

Cut to Jumin, freshly tailored coat adorning his frame, as he noticed the gathering crowd, captivated by the advertisement featuring Vox. A smirk played at the corners of his lips as an idea began to form in his mind. With determined steps, he walked away, his mind already racing with plans. Meanwhile, Vox continued to sing, his electrifying performance captivating the audience both in-person and through the screens.

Vox: ♫ While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video! [pulls out an uncooked bloodied deer head from an oven caked in blood] Now his medium is getting bloody rare! ♫

In a hallway within V Tower, Vox executed a graceful jump, seamlessly transitioning into a twirl before smoothly pulling Valentino and Echo Girl, also known as Velvet Echo, towards him. The trio moved in perfect synchronization, their movements exuding confidence and flair as they navigated the corridor with effortless style.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me," Echo snapped, her tone dripping with disdain as she forcefully attempted to wrench herself free from Vox's grasp, shooting him a look of utter revulsion.

♫ Hell's been better since he split, ♫

♫ Where's he been? ♫

♫ Who gives a shit?! ♫

The scene cuts to Jumin making his reappearance, poised and composed, as he begins his radio broadcast from a station situated at the top corner of the Mystic Hotel Messenger.

Jumin: ♫ Salutations! ♫

♫ Good to be back on the air. ♫

♫ Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast. ♫

♫ Sinners rejoice! ♫

Vox: ♫ What a dated voice! ♫

Jumin: ♫ Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast. ♫

Vox: COME ON!

Jumin: ♫ Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? ♫

♫ Flitting between this fad and that. ♫

♫ Is nothing working? ♫

Vox: IGNORE HIS CHIRPING!

Jumin: ♫ Every day he's got a new format! ♫

Vox: YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE!

Vox: ♫ He's the shit that comes before that! ♫

Jumin: ♫ Is Vox as strong as he purports? ♫

♫ Or is it based on his support? ♫

♫ He'd be powerless without the other Vees! ♫

Valentino and Echo, overhearing Jumin's broadcast, exchanged smug glances, their confidence bolstered by his words. Echo couldn't resist chiming in, nodding in agreement as she remarked, "Well, he's not wrong, you know."

Vox: Oh, PLEASE.

Jumin: And here's the sugar on the cream. 

♫ He asked ME to join this team! ♫

Vox: Hold on!

Jumin: ♫ I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea. ♫

As Jumin's radio broadcast continued, Vox's frustration mounted to such an extent that the mask covering his right side began to glitch and crash, mirroring his escalating anger. Sparks flew from the malfunctioning device, casting an eerie glow across Vox's features as his fury reached a boiling point.

Vox: [Glitches.] ♫ You oold timey PRICK! I'll show y-you suffering! ♫

Jumin: ♫ Uh oh, the TV is buffering! ♫

[Vox couldn't handle his anger, causing him to overload his circuits with static electricity.]

Vox: [Signal breaking up.] ♫ I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU-YOU LIT-T-LE—♫

Vox's screen face and voice overloaded and crashed, a cacophony of glitches and static emanating from every screen. Suddenly, Vox let out an involuntary outburst of energy, causing a surge that overwhelmed everything from the TV screens to Valentino and Echo's phones, spreading rapidly throughout Pentagram City. In an instant, the entire city was plunged into darkness, except for the Mystic Hotel Messenger, which remained illuminated amidst the chaos.

Echo's phone was overwhelmed by the surging energy, causing her to be shocked by a powerful jolt of electricity. Her hair transformed into an afro style from the sheer force of the blast. Enraged, she screamed, "Vox, you damn idiot!" But upon checking her hair, she begrudgingly admitted, "Forget it, the afro style is the least of my worries."

Jumin: ♫ I'm afraid you've lost your signal. ♫

♫ Let's begin. ♫

As Jumin spoke, his form began to shift, morphing into his true demon form with each passing sentence. His features elongated and sharpened, taking on the sleek, feline appearance characteristic of his demonic nature..

♫ I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone! ♫

♫ Tune on in. ♫

♫ When I'm done, your status quo will know it's race is run! ♫

♫ Oh, this will be fun! ♫

With one last sinister laugh echoing through the air, Jumin exerted his power and cut off Vox's signal throughout the entire city, leaving the Overlord dismayed. Despite Vox's efforts, Jumin remained as popular and powerful as ever, a force to be reckoned with in the realm of Pentagram City.

Vox: FUU-UU-UCK!