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upset and don’t know why? Appease the Brains

lizard brain

questions: do i have food, water, and safe shelter? 

solutions: drink more water. drink things with electrolytes. make and stick to a food schedule that works for you. clean your room. if you are in an unsafe situation, talk to someone trusted about creating a plan to get out 

toddler brain 

questions: have i had enough rest? am i been getting what i need to be healthy? am i cared for? am i frustrated? 

solutions: make sure you’re getting enough sleep on a schedule that works for you (people naturally sleep better at different times and need different amounts of sleep. if youre young you will need to sleep more than 7 or 8 hours). make sure you have varied nutrition in your diet. make sure your medications and supplements are working for you and take them on schedule. work on developing a support system that meets your needs. take breaks from things if you feel burned out, even if it’s only for a day 

monkey brain 

questions: have i had enrichment in my life? am i stuck in a rut? have i had socialization, entertainment, and creativity? has anything challenged me lately? 

solutions: limit your time on social media. make an effort to be in new environments - even if its another room in your house or backyard. examine what is or isn’t working in your routine. pick up a new hobby (if you’re more physically active, consider a hobby like writing or coding. if you’re more mentally active, consider a hobby like woodworking, bookbinding, or a sport). write stories, make art, and write analyses (if you haven’t tried original work - focus on that for a little while). try new music. try a new food. build something with legos. consume a new type of media even if you’re not sure you’ll like it (like graphic novels, radio plays, or watching ballet). take on a long term project and set aside time to work on it on a schedule (whether its every day, every few days, or specific days each week) 

human brain 

questions: do i feel loved? do i feel understood? am i existentially fulfilled? do i have a sense of purpose? do i have a sense of meaning? am i contributing to the lives of the people i care about and are they doing the same for me in return? 

solutions: reach out to friends and loved ones, and do activities together, like play a game online or walk in the park. talk to safe people about things that upset you, such as a trusted friend or a therapist, and find steps to improve your mental health. interrogate whether your religious beliefs are working for you, and if they are, make an effort to practice your faith, whether that is attending services (including digitally if they have them), reading and discussing your religious texts, or following holidays. read self help books or blogs from trusted professionals. read about philosophy and interrogate your own understanding of things. learn how to communicate your needs, thoughts, and desires to people who will listen. be active in your community (whether in community service, activism, or getting involved in local politics). adopt a rescue animal. give money to causes you care about. make an effort to learn about points of view and lived experiences that are different than your own. challenge assumptions about how you are expected to live your life and decide whether you want those things or not. express love for the people you care about - through kind words, good acts, crafts, or otherwise. if there are steps in your life you have been afraid of taking, make a plan to take them 

if you fulfill higher needs before lower needs, you will still feel bad. if you feel bad and don’t know why, start lower and work your way up. basic needs must be met before moving on healthily 

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Admin Peach found dead in Florida wearing a clown costume

Okay no, no, not really. Sorry. This is supposed to be my big serious post about why I've been slacking (though I haven't really-- I work on the imagines anytime I feel up to it, whiiiich... honestly hasn't been much. I haven't even been writing for my own pleasure).

So, remember all that stuff about the snow thawing away and it becoming Spring? Well, it turns out that when it becomes Spring, the sun is shining so beautifully and the flowers are blooming in rainbow colors, and it's wonderful and bright enough to make you want to sing-- until you notice that now there are bees everywhere, and mosquitoes, and wasps, and then you just say "Fuck it, I'm going back inside and playing animal crossing." Crappy metaphor, I know, but basically, adult life is like fighting a hydra made of your problems. You decapitate one and two more pop up in its place, hissing and spraying gross monster goo in your face. And that's basically what happened to us, just when we thought things were getting better.

I don't really feel like going into every last thing that's happened lately-- I already did that whole "Boo hoo I'm so sad, let me tell you my tragic backstory" thing on the last post. But I will say that things have been crappy, between school and mental and physical illness and money being tight. I'm still pretty sick-- I barely feel like eating most days (and I can just HEAR the affronted cries of the RFA in the background: "WHAT?! YOU'RE NOT EATING?!" Nope. Not very much. Ams gets on me about it though, and let me tell you, if you thought Yoosung or Zen or whoever was insistent enough-- you know nothing.)

Ams and I really want to get on these again, and we're trying, but in order to keep this blog active, we may just have to upload things in parts instead of all at the same time (unless it's an ask that only features one character for something simple. Angst also takes us a bit longer because we're horrible sadistic trash humans who go all out with it.) We're both going to be discussing it and probably asking you all for input... if anyone is still even here.

Thank you again so much for sticking by us and being patient, and again-- sorry for the wait.

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i don't mean to rush you or anything, but what happened to you guys? you said you were going to resume this blog a few months ago, and it has still been quiet. Is everything okay? Or is this blog dead?

Hello, hello! Admin Ambrose here- I just wanted to answer this as quickly as possible so that everyone has an idea of what has been going on. We will type out a more in-depth explanation later (since I will be going to lecture soon and I believe Peach is too) but we are resuming this blog. We have been working on the ask we received about MC singing and each of us have our parts in progress.

We have been struggling emotionally and this month, we got to see each other again for the second time. There has been some medical issues on my end as well as worrying about academics and helping take care of my family.

We are aiming to answer the asks as soon as possible and I apologize for it being slow going but we are working on it.

Perhaps, we could post them in parts versus completed? Or maybe by character? What do y'all think? It would be different from other imagine blogs but it would give y'all content and we could compile it together when it is all complete.

We are always open to suggestions!

-Admin Ambrose

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Hello hello, everyone! I was just going to add to Peach’s post but I’m afraid of messing up the formatting. ^^; It has been as he said though- this season has been very rough on us and as a result, our creativity has been a bit stagnant at best and downright barren at worst...

But! These times do pass and cycle through and when the snow melts, it becomes spring! (I’m sorry the opportunity for that reference was too good to pass up but in all seriousness-)

However, it takes time to nourish that and with that in mind... there has been some asks that have sat in our ask box. For the one I was in charge of, I was working on it and outlining but unfortunately, I got stuck both in my writing and in a very stressful situation regarding my housing (No worries! I’m okayish now.) but I feel like perhaps a new start would do both Peach and me some good.

So, I apologize but we are deleting those asks from our inbox and starting fresh. There was a prompt sent in December about the gang stumbling upon MC singing and that will be the first Imagine coming (we are currently working out the logistics). So, look forward to that!

I, myself, will probably be participating in the 31 Days of Polyamaury so if you have any poly ships that do or do not include MC, feel free to send them in! Also, don’t be shy in sending in new asks! All we ask for is patience and we thank everyone for the support and patience we have received thus far.

Thank you, sincerely and I hope everyone is having a wonderful start to their year or a good day if New Year’s isn’t you thing! <3

-Admin Ambrose

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Hi everyone! Your ever-tired (but still super adorable) Captain Peach is here with a little message for everyone! Unfortunately, it’s mostly just to apologize for this blog being so dead (and for us never getting around to answering the asks we had left...) Oh geez, we really screwed up...

The truth is, we’ve had a rough time. Between school, depression, and other events happening in our lives, it’s been hard to keep this blog a priority. We’ve barely been writing for fun this fall/winter (back during the spring/summer, we were discussing our ideas nigh every day). That’s how you know things have gotten bad for us... And when you’re feeling so down, it’s pretty hard to get creative. This isn’t to say we weren’t working at all on the asks we got! I can’t speak for Ams (feel free to discuss that if you want, darling) but I had so many plans for the ask I was assigned to do! I was working on a big story for it and everything, I was literally so excited, but... Life doesn’t always go according to plan, and ideas can fall through. Sometimes your muses become active when you’re sad, and sometimes... sometimes they become uncooperative. Both of us suffered from the latter.

Now, what does this mean for the blog’s future, you might be asking? Well, since we both seem to be getting a bit better, we might pick up where we left off (albeit a bit slowly). Maybe we can’t exactly follow the grandiose plans we had before, but we’ll at the very least try and spark the imagination. It doesn’t mean you’re going to get a BS answer (because we do have standards), but it does mean that we’d deeply appreciate it if you would be patient with us in our efforts to revive this blog! The winter snow just takes awhile to thaw sometimes. (Of course, Admin Ambrose will discuss the plans we’re actually taking since they’re in charge)

Thank you so much for continuing to like and reblog our posts, and we hope to write more in the future!

[writingsfromthespacestation]

It's Pocky Day! Send my muse a 🍫 to share a box with them.

Or, send ❤️ to have our muses play the Pocky Game.

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Just so everyone knows where we stand on this blog.

-Admin Peach

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Jaehee Kang Headcanons

(Hello, there Anon. Ask and you shall receive because we are both weak for our girl. It is a crime that there isn’t more Baehee content- she deserves some love! We also apologize for the lateness on this. <3 We hope it was worth the wait!)

It is pretty well known that Jaehee likes coffee and baking... but what many don’t know is that the reason she has such a sweet tooth as an adult is because she very rarely got sugary things once her mother passed away.

It is canon that Jaehee is has a black belt in judo but she also has a weakness for ballet as well. She is mesmerized by the movements of the dancers and the way in which their bodies seem to flow but she can’t seem to relax enough to be able to do those herself. However, she isn’t a bad dancer- she just prefers to do more stop-and-go styles like hip-hop or break dancing.

That jersey that Jaehee owns? The one with the big zero and four? That jersey is actually Zen’s and it was given to her after...an incident at the RFA party before you joined. It involved a vase and a frazzled Yoosung...and her top had been ruined but Zen had brought extra gym clothes from his rehearsal so he gave it to her. She adores it- it is comfortable and her inner fan girl is so ecstatic about having it

She wouldn’t be one for public displays of affection but she does like to be near you. She would stand close enough so that when you walk, your hands or elbows or shoulders will brush/bump against each other when you walk. She would want to hold your hand but she would wait for you to grab it. She really wants to hold your hand because you are so beautiful.

Jaehee has a tattoo but it is on her lower back, hidden by her shirts and the hem of her pants but if you’re lucky, you might get to see it in all it’s glory. It’s a roaring tiger with black tribal accents... She got it in secret when she turned nineteen and she hasn’t looked back. It was one of the things she had done against her aunt’s wishes.

Jaehee is a sucker for trashy romance novels. It is a guilty pleasure but she can’t help it... they are so bad, they’re good. The more respectable genre she is also fond of is mystery.

Jaehee has a hard time remembering to eat. This is partly because of the habit she developed while working for Jumin and partly because her stress manifests in stomach upset and sore necks. It isn’t until you come along with some alternatives (smoothies, small snacks like grapes or kimbap- something that is easily consumed while on the go) that she starts to eat a bit better. 

She would never admit it but she lives for the days you give her a kiss and there’s still sweetness of your lips from your own drink and how you sometimes press your fingertips into the back of her neck gently as if reminding her to relax.

Jaehee is actually fond of Saeyoung. She is a bit wary because she knows his occupation is dangerous and that his jokey front could be (and most) likely is hiding something but she also knows that, in the end, he would go above and beyond for everyone, especially to ensure their safety. She admires his skill and resolve in that so while she may snark at him, he has her trust.

Jaehee strokes your hair and face before she goes to sleep. She doesn’t tell you why she does it but... it helps to keep her grounded and remind herself that she doesn’t have to handle everything on her own and she is so, so thankful for that fact.

Jaehee obviously isn't a cat person (or a dog person) because she doesn't like any kind of animal that would get fur on her belongings... But that doesn't mean she could never own a pet. She might actually enjoy owning a reptile of some sort, like a leopard gecko or a ball python.

You love to give Jaehee back massages, because often her back and neck ache after a long day of being hunched over her desk (or over the counter at the bakery, depending on where you are). She can also give pretty great massages herself, since she has such strong arms and is skilled with her hands.

This poor girl is secretly a huge disaster. While she is organized and put together because her job at C&R requires her to be, she is secretly very shy and awkward, not cool and collected as most would believe. Flirting with Jaehee will reduce her to a blushy, stammer-y mess, but it's okay because she really is cute when she's flustered.

She and Jumin actually have the potential to be friendlier with each other when not in an employer/employee relationship. Once she starts her own coffee shop, they exchange tips about running businesses while sharing wine or coffee.

In fact, she really starts to open up more in general after she stops working at C&R. This is because she feels as if she can finally see the RFA as her friends and not just as her colleagues.

Sometimes she likes to go out, but really, her favorite dates are when you pick out a musical to watch and lounge together on the couch with hot tea. She enjoys the intimacy of little moments together more than grand gestures.

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so this isnt about an imagine or anything but im just curious. what characters would the admins say their most like?

*Admin Peach: Oh! Um… Jeez, you’re kinda putting me on the spot. I guess I’d have to say that I relate the most to Saeran? People either see me as all soft and sweet and quiet or as a rude salty asshole, plus I can relate a lot to not wanting people to leave me 😢 Other than that I don’t know. Also off topic, but one time Ams called their real life husband “Seven” accidentally while I was on the phone with them and I laughed at them for like 20 minutes.

*Admin Ambrose: Yes, I did in fact call him Seven. XD His personality is a meld of Saeyoung’s and Jumin’s plus we were talking about timelines so it slipped. As for your question, Nonnie, I would say I identify very strongly with Jihyun because I tend to be very polite and quiet but in my teenage years, I was wild and a bit abrasive. I also can relate with trying to do the right thing and getting it not quite right. ^^; Off topic, but you guys should ask Peach about his Kingdom AU and specifically about people being on their knees. ;)

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RFA + Saeran and Vanderwood Body Type Headcanons

{So, I know literally nobody asked, but I was talking to my partner in crime on the phone about my headcanons for body types and they asked me to write a thing. Here it is, I hope you like them!}

Yoosung

He  t h i c c.

Boy lives mostly on junk food and doesn’t exercise. You can’t tell me he doesn’t have some chub on him.

Mostly in his thighs, hips, and booty, though he does have a soft tummy and chubby cheeks.

Very soft, very grabbable. Will squeak if you grab his butt but he totally loves it.

Zen

Obviously he’s pretty beefy. He works out to have muscles and his work involves some physical activities.

His core is pretty strong, so be prepared to be bridal carried. A lot.

Abs for days

He also has nice legs and thighs that could crush a man’s skull.

Jaehee

Listen. She canonly has a black belt in judo. Let the queen be buff.

She especially has very strong arms.

Getting a hug from Baehee is the best feeling in the world, because you feel very safe in her arms.

Other than that, she got curves.

Jumin

Okay okay listen... I know everyone likes to draw him as muscular (and don’t get me wrong, all Jumins are good Jumins) but...

Jumin with a soft tummy <3

I mean. Yes he does have a nutritionist but he’s a sheltered rich kid and he works a lot so he barely has time to exercise. Come on now.

Still has a fairly lean build (maybe with some chub around the hips and broad shoulders) but he’s very soft and very cuddly.

Saeyoung

Canonly, he is muscular.

It makes sense-- he’s a secret agent so he’s gotta have that beef.

But also, you know he’s got the booty though. He lives mostly on chips and also spends a lot of time sitting down.

Also has pretty great legs but you’re more focused on that bubble butt.

Jihyun

So. The summer event blessed us with the image of Jihyun with a muscular back.

He’s still got a fairly willowy build but there’s some muscle on him, especially around his abs.

Probably from running away from all of the bullshit the writers put him through lol

Also still kinda has a booty though not on the level of Yoo or Seven, RIP

Saeran

I mean, look. He is canonly a stick. The poor malnourished baby. R1ka and Mama Choi Come Fight Me Challenge

Although, sometimes people who don’t eat will have a bit of pudge around the tummy.

On the bright side, once he gets out of his bad situations (and hopefully with a loving partner who spoils the fuck out of him) he regains some of his pudge.

Probably gets some love handles and his hips and cheeks start to fill out. RIP because you know his partner loves to squish his cheeks.

Vanderwood

Muscular AF. Even Zen is seething with jealousy.

The tightest ass that you would probably break your teeth biting.

Literally chiseled perfection. Why does anyone else even try. Nobody can hold a candle to his glory. Give up.

Will use his strength to protect his precious partner (and also give spine breaking hugs).

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MC trying to get 707 to Eat Better

(Admin Ambrose: I feel you, Anon. Saeyoung is an absolute disaster sometimes. XD I hope that you enjoy this one and that you are having a great day! <3)

You had on several occasions come to visit Luciel to find him on his couch with his arm over his eyes or gritting his teeth. 

Of course, you had been worried but when you asked what was wrong... he only laughed, strained and high, as he responded: “Soda hangover. It’ll pass. Don’t worry, kitten!”

It was then that you really started noticing that Luciel really did only have empty soda cans around him. 

There was the odd blue or green can amongst his favorite brown-red sugary drink of choice. 

You had even spotted an empty Gatorade bottle on one memorable occasion but other than that... there was no sign of him drinking any water.

You also noted the coffee pot in the kitchen but it was too clean for Luciel to be using it regularly.

When you think about it... you couldn’t really remember seeing Luciel eating anything other than chips...

Well...

There was that day when Yoosung had stopped by to spend some with the busy hacker. Luciel had drug him to the kitchen to make all three of you an egg sandwich after prying it out of Yoosung that he hadn’t been eating because of exam stress.

You remember it clearly because both of them had teased you about disliking ketchup on eggs.

Luciel had been especially incorrigible, prodding at Yoosung with a fork until he was taking regular bites of his food. While that put a smile on your face... Luciel smearing ketchup on your cheek had you squealing but shuddering at the slimy feeling.

...but that’s okay. You got it off by wiping it on his shoulder and jacket.

You came prepared today.

 You are armed with some simple ingredients and while you know that Vanderwood kept food in Luciel’s house for both of them... you had a plan.

Luciel is leaning back in his chair when you arrive, nibbling on a chip. 

You are going to get him to eat something else if it kills you.

He doesn’t look over his shoulder at you but he greets you with a, “Hey there, cutie. I’m a bit busy right now... You got through my passwords a couple of seconds faster than usual today... Have you been practicing?”

He’s rambling and it makes your lips twitch. Your heart flutters with the knowledge that he would take note that you are getting better at getting through his security measures- even with the code running on his screen.

“That’s fine.” You make your way to him so you can run your hands through his hair. He leans into your palm but his focus doesn’t waver from his computer. “Is there a deadline coming up?” 

“Yes,” His one word answer is tight and clipped while he rubs his eyes frustratedly. “This assignment didn’t make it to me on time... Mary is very antsy.”

“You’ll get it done.” You soothe. 

His weight is against you and you have to widen your stance to keep your balace, smiling to yourself. 

He is like an anxious kitten looking for cuddles when he is stressed but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you hum a few notes of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star because you remember Luciel had said it was a pretty melody.

“Will I?” 

He sounds so tired... There’s even more chip bags than usual littered around the wheels of his seat.

“I know you will.” You chance a small kiss against his cheek and are rewarded with his wide golden eyes catching your own. “You are good at what you do.” You shift the plastic bag strangling your wrist to your other hand. “Why don’t I make you something to eat while you finish up?”

“Make...something...” Saeyoung repeats your words in a mumble before he blinks. “For me? Why? I’m fine--”

“You need to eat more than chips.” You scold him gently before you rifle through the bag- bypassing the bag of rice, spniach, and... there! You hold out the water bottle to him triumphantly. “You also need to stay hydrated. Vanderwood told me that you only drink water when you go undercover... but you should drink some at home, too.” 

“[MC]--”

“I even got these!” You move so you can drop the small triangular bottles in his lap. “If it’s the lack of taste, I figured these could help. I got lemon, strawberry, and fruit punch...you just squirt them into the water to flavor it...”

“[MC]...”

“Besides, I won’t make anything extravagant. It’s going to be kimbap. I got carrots, spinach, and some beef. I could also use egg if that is better...”

You don’t realize that you are carrying on until he grabs your hand.

Your cheeks burn as you meet his exasperated but amused gaze. “Yes?”

“Are you worried about me?” His voice is so soft and low that your heart starts pumping the blood through your veins even faster. “You don’t have to be.”

“I am always worried about you.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them and you can see the melancholy starting to darken the honey depths you love. “I’m happy to worry- you’re important to me.”

You touch your knuckle to his forehead, smacking him without any force- one and then twice. “You really do need to take better care of yourself but you have this assignment, so I’ll do it this time.”

He doesn’t say anything, just tightens his hold on your hand before he lets it go completely to turn back to his work.

“It’ll be ready in a bit, Luciel.” You tell his back before you go to the kitchen to start the rice.

Once the kimbap has been rolled (and you ended up using eggs instead of the beef... not because it reminded you of that day, his blush, his smile- oh, no.), you bring it to him on a plate. 

It was a little misshapen- and you might have put too much sesame seeds- but it would do.

He flicked his gaze to you and you thought he would ignore it for a moment but he paused to pick the kimbap up carefully, studying it. 

His laughter was light and airy- unexpected and brief. “It’s... beautiful.”

“Shut up. I know it’s a bit wonky, and I made it fat but you need to eat-”

“Thank you.” He interrupts and takes a bite. “How did you know I like sesame seeds?”

You beam.

It becomes routine. When you visit, you’ll make something for him and it evolves from simple snack to meals and sometimes, sometimes... you’ll find him in the kitchen with a concentrated expression and sauce, sugar, or cheese splattered on his clothes or skin.

“It’s my turn to cook for us.”

Luciel may be hopeless, sometimes, but you care about him so much... he has to at least try to take care of himself. Maybe he can have some happiness...Who knows?

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Fluffy Saeyoung Headcanons

(Admin Ambrose: Oh, Anon. You know the way to my heart <3 I hope that these suffice!)

Saeyoung is a cuddler when he sleeps. If there is a pillow, he will curl around it and it will end up wedged under his chin. If there is another person in the same bed (RIP), he is immediately drawn to their body heat and presence. Once he has you, you cannot move.

(Poor Vanderwood has had this happen multiple times during missions and the rare occurrence moment of weakness he has fallen asleep in Seven’s bed reading over files)

Saeyoung has a small stuffed white kitten that he got from Jihyun when he became an agent. It very rarely sees the light of day but he knows it is there.

Saeyoung’s forms of affection tend to be nonverbal. He will sooner offer to brush your hair or tickle you when you’re stressed than to tell you he loves you. Those three words are special to him and it took him a long time to admit that he was head over heels for you.

When he does say “I love you.”, it is reverent. It is filled with all his adoration.

He has a weak spot for swing-sets. If there is one at the park, he will be drawn to it and he will swing as high as he possibly can before jumping off. He doesn’t always stick the landings but that is when his smile is wide and he laughs the hardest.

He doesn’t build robots just for protection. It is a form of stress relief. When he builds while he is relaxed, he hums quietly to himself as he tinkers. If you’re lucky, you can maybe hear him sing a section or two of a song.

His weak spot is his neck. If you kiss it unexpectedly, he will yelp and squirm away (but you have to catch him off guard)

He will respect your privacy for the most part but if he misses you, he will hack your phone and change your wall paper to a cute or funny image. It could be the long cat, a collage of various messages scribbled on sticky notes (including “You are my cutie!” and “You are so beautiful.”), or it could be a candid selfie of him with a pout because you are not home. <3

This man does not know how to eat properly but with your encouragement, he would try... and it will end up with some disastrous results at first and wounded fingers. He may know how to cook some basic things but caution in the kitchen? He doesn’t know what those words mean.

However, as he practices and improves- he will get better. He tends to stick with stews and soups though because his stomach is temperamental. It helps him actually enjoy the meal and the glee on your face when he consumes something other than chips and soda makes the preparation worth it. It tastes even better when you eat it with him.

It is very hard to keep Saeyoung’s attention, sometimes. LOLOL used to hold his interest but it doesn’t anymore... The only reason he plays is because he knows that Yoosung enjoys it and he wants to be able to talk to the blonde about the latest events and gears.

He also wants to tease him about being number one but he knows that Yoo will pass him one day and he is waiting for it.

He can have bad days but when those happen, he likes to drape himself over you and hold on to your shoulders, just to hear you breathe. It is soothing for him.

He is a big fan of Zen’s works and the only reason he doesn’t use his skills to get him more attention is because he has faith that Zen will do it himself. 

He loves to surprise you at the door in various costumes/states of dress. He looks absolutely gorgeous in thigh highs and his wig in braided pigtails... especially when he kisses your hand and welcomes his prince/ss (or princet) home. 

His kisses are so sweet and gentle when you step in the door. He puts his hand on your cheek before he hugs you close because you are one of the most precious things in his life- aside from his brother and the RFA.

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Now, back to your regularly scheduled imagines! 💕🌟✨💞

[writingsfromthespacestation]

Alright. Now that I have had a nice meal and a bit of break... Let’s get into this, shall we?

Each character- yes, including Jumin- has had homoerotic subtext with other characters. Male characters. This isn’t something that is uncommon in the game... and while there are some problematic executions- they can be attributed to Cheritz keeping their main audience in mind. 

Mystic Messenger is a female centric game. Both Peach and I are aware of this but there are MCs who fall outside that binary, including myself- a nonbinary person. Including Peach, who is male. Including many other MCs/players out there, I am betting.

Default MC with her long brown hair... is a placeholder for the true person playing the game: a projection, an avatar, or a character for those who give her a backstory and her own motivations outside of their own.

Not to mention the fact... That “not gay” does not mean straight. Bisexual, pansexual, and the other identities that are attracted to more than one gender exist. Saeyoung is already canonically bisexual, so why can’t Jumin be?

Why can’t any one of the main four boys?

This is an (partly) imagines blog, partly a shippy blog, and an occasional semi-RP blog (We haven’t done anything with our Time Travelers, just yet.), Anon, so while Peach and I try to take into account canon events and timelines... Ultimately, in this space, we are the captains of the ship. If we want to provide alternate pronouns, or if people send us an MC with a different gender identity than default MC, a poly preference, or on the ace spectrum... we are going to do our best to be inclusive.

(We may not be perfect, but we will try.)

So, in conclusion, Anon, if a male or nonbinary MC read that imagine... Jumin is definitely gay, or definitely attracted to other genders that include his own and others.

Good day. 

[writingsfromthespacestation]

why would you even bother to provide alternate pronouns on that Jumin post? He's not gay.

*Admin Peach: False. Jumin Han rawed me in a Red Lobster bathroom and there’s nothing you can do about it.

*Admin Ambrose: I will be addressing this issue when I am not getting ready to slay some academia. Not everyone who is “not gay” is straight anon and you can kiss my nonbinary toe. I’m sure there are other MCs who agree as well.

[writingsfromthespacestation]

Jumin with an MC who shares Jihyun’s Birthday

{Happy belated birthday, anon! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, and that this imagine is a good present for you. 💖 (I'm truly sorry that it's so late, ya boy has a lot going on atm.)}

Jumin is SO excited when he hears that you and Jihyun have the same birthday.

Like, the love of his life AND his childhood best friend have the same birthday? And he can spoil them at the same time? This is a blessing.

Thank you to our lord and savior, Elizabeth the Third

He takes the both of you out to a fancy restaurant for lunch. You both honestly feel a little bit underdressed for the occasion, but he insists that you look fine.

You're a little jealous at first watching them chat, but seeing your love so happy and at ease warms your heart.

This isn't to say he ignores you the whole time-- Juju may be a bit dense, but when all is said and done he does love you. He tries to include you in the conversation when he can (and Jihyun does as well) but you prefer to stay quiet and watch them talk for the most part.

It's fine, because after the lunch ends, his attention is ALL on you. Most people find him quiet or cold, but you know him better than that-- he's just more talkative when he's comfortable. It's so cute.

"Did I get you that blouse? I'll have to buy more. The color compliments your eyes beautifully."

"I heard someone on the street use the word 'updog'. What does it mean? I'll have to look it up on the urban dictionary."

You both walk down the city street hand in hand, making pleasant conversation over the sounds of chattering and bustling and vehicles passing by.

Jumin smiles softly, and you take notice of the sun crinkles that have begun to form around the sharp corners of his eyes. He's been so much happier in recent years. Who's responsible for that, I wonder?

You stop in the bookstore for a little while, and you can bet he lets you pick out a whole bundle of books to take home.

When you get home, Elizabeth is there to greet you with a series of excited mews along with the warm gust of air from the heater. She weaves around Jumin's legs happily as he steps inside and removes his coat.

You take yours off as well and hang it up on the rack, placing the paper bag of books on the coffee table before you go to sit and rest your tired legs.

You give Jumin a puzzled look as he goes off to one of the other rooms.

"Honey? Don't you want to sit down?"

He pauses for a moment and smiles. "I'll be with you in one moment, my princess (or prince/princet). I need to do something first."

You're a bit confused but okay.

He goes into the bedroom for a little while and comes out holding a thin present wrapped in blue paper and topped with a gold ribbon.

It kinda looks like a mess.

"I am sorry for the sloppiness... I was told that you might like it better if I wrapped the present myself instead of having one of the servants do it, but clearly this is not my forte."

You don't care. You love it.

You feel a little bad unwrapping it because you're undoing his hard work, but it must be done.

When you finish painstakingly unraveling the ribbon, you find that it's a red book.

Curiously, you decide to open it and go through the pages.

It's a scrapbook of sorts-- filled with photos of you two together, including the ones that Jihyun took for your wedding. Not just that, but it also has letters you've written each other and screenshots of your first interactions. Every page is a trip down memory lane.

Are you crying? Oh god, you're crying. Pull yourself together.

Your husband looks a little nervous.

"I... usually try to buy more expensive things for you, but this time, I thought you might like something more... sentimental."

You launch yourself into his arms before you can even think about it.

"I love it, Jumin. I love it, and... I love you so much."

He's hesitant as he embraces you.

"I love you too, darling... And I hope you enjoy your other presents as well."

You gulp.

"Other... presents?"

"Of course. You didn't think I would stop at just one for my beloved, did you?"

You sigh, already feeling sorry for the maids having to clean up the mess of wrapping paper.

"Let's go see them, then... But I don't know how they'll compare to this one. Really... thank you, my love."

As he drags you to the bedroom, he's already rambling about the outfits he picked out for you, as well as some lotions and soaps he thought you might enjoy the scent of, along with other things. You smile, squeezing his hand.

Because you have such a loving husband, you'll always have a happy birthday.

[writingsfromthespacestation]

​Preparing for Fall with MC (RFA + Minor Trio)

(Admin Ambrose: Hello! I’m sorry that this took a bit... Things have been a bit hectic with my schoolwork but you’re fine, Nonnie! <3 Don’t worry about being vague- we’ll try our best with what we get! Hopefully I did your prompt justice... the time frames jump around a bit in the timeline- I hope that is okay! Thank for sending in your ask.

Also, Vanderwood lacks a canon backstory so I used some of the backstory from our narrative. Placing under a cut because length!)

RFA

Yoosung

Yoosung can be a bit...dense when it comes to seasons. 

That is not to say that he doesn’t have his favorites- he loves summer! Spring is a pretty good time of year as well because the flowers are in bloom and it makes him smile. 

Fall though... Fall comes right after school has started and he is getting back into the swing of the semester. 

That is to say he comes back to his dorm, groggy from waking up at an early hour, swaying on his feet. He usually falls asleep curled up on your side of the bed with your stuffed bear nestled in his arms.

Which... can be a problem to say the least. He may not commit as much time to LOLOL as much as he used to but sometimes he finds himself with a controller in his hands.

Like now.

He has his teeth clenched tight, desperately jabbing the keys on his keyboard when you manage to get the door open, grumbling at the troublesome lock because it holds on to your keys for a second too long. 

“Hey, honey.” You call as you wiggle your keys and the lock finally relinquishes them. “How was your day?”

Yoosung immediately tilts his head toward your voice. His fingers slow but he doesn’t still completely and you chuckle at that. “Why don’t you tell me about yours?” He peeks over his shoulder before spinning around in his chair as much as he could without yanking the cord from where it was plugged in.

His violet eyes are wide and you can see his avatar fall backward on the screen behind him but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you.

You meet his stare with a raised eyebrow, fighting to contain the giggles trying to spill from your lips, even as you spread your arms so he can really take a look at the costume you are wearing.

“[MC]...wha...” He can barely speak and you can’t help but laugh as you spin.

It isn’t the full costume- not by a long shot, but the strapless auburn dress clings to your chest and follows the lines of your body. The lower half is white and while the longest part goes just above your knee... the middle comes to a point that leaves your legs exposed. (For anyone curious, MC’s costume is based off of Ahri from LoL)

“It’s almost Halloween so I thought we could go as your character and mine!” 

He doesn’t say any thing, just blinks at you slowly.

Maybe this was a bad idea? You think to yourself and your shoulders sag as the disappointment hits you. I thought it was a good idea...

“Unless you don’t want to?” 

He still hasn’t responded and you fidget nervously then clap your hands with flushed cheeks. “I can always take it back--”

Yoosung seems to come back to himself as he shakes his head, finally stuttering out a, “Y-you... I- you’re- it- it’s a good idea!” His voice has risen in pitch and he takes off his headphones so he can come to you. “Y-you look b-beautiful, [MC]. I-” His teeth sinks into his lower lip. “I’m just going to-”

His lips are pressing against yours and you wrap your arms around him, sinking into his calming embrace before he is kissing you harder and more insistently.

He has decided that Halloween (and you in that costume) have become the best part of fall

Zen

Zen hadn’t been looking to the colder months of the year, truth be told, but that was before you had come into his life and stolen his heart. Now, he was looking forward to the shorter days and colder nights so he could snuggle with his jagiya. 

What he currently had a problem with... was the increase in work opportunities and how couldn’t seem to snag one for himself.

September was the start of car commerical season... because the new models would come out in October, and then there were the calls for Christmas... and while he preferred to stick to the stage...

Things were a bit tough- he wasn’t landing the roles he wanted and even those he wasn’t too keen on were slipping through his fingers.

Was he losing his touch?

He had been sipping at his beer when you plopped beside him to lean against him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

You hold out a crumpled flyer and he takes it, peering at it curiously.

 “Why don’t you take a look at this, love? I know it isn’t what you normally go for but it might be a good change of pace.”

“A change of pace, huh...” He hums and he lays it on his knee to consider it again because he trusted your suggestions and opinions more than most others. “Do you like haunted houses, [MC]?”

“I don’t mind them...” You laugh but you shift closer and his heart speeds up reflexively. He ignores the heat starting to gather in his blood to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “...I just rather have someone to go with-”

“I’ll protect you.” The words are automatic. They leave his lips without a moment of hesitation and your laughter is music to his ears, light and airy.

“My brave protector~” You singsong at him and his breath hitches when you grab his beer can to set it on the table so you can crawl into his lap. “Even if you are one of those monsters, Hyun.”

His hands are on your hips with that single word, shaking and depressing your skin ever so slightly. “I-” His pupils are blown wide and his eyes are on you- your kissable lips, the bright sheen of your eyes, and the rapid rise and fall of your chest. “I am not...” He begins but then you shift and his thoughts are obliterated. “You are so gorgeous- come here.”

It isn’t until you two are coming down, still slick with sweat and panting, that he asks, “What kind of monster could I possibly be?”

Your giggle is breathless and he takes you in- reddened cheeks, dark splotches littering your skin, and messy hair and he just wants to eat you up.

Oh.

He gets the job easily, chasing the interviewer through the trees while allowing some distance at times, lunging at others, and darting from unexpected places to get the ultimate reaction.

He doesn’t really want to catch them because he has already caught you.

When he comes home, you are waiting at the door with open arms and his lips peel back to expose his teeth as he drops his bag carelessly on the floor. “I got it!”

He scoops you up, into his arms to spin you around. The squeal you let out bounces off the wall and you cling to him, laughing. “I knew you would! Now, you have to protect me~” 

“Oh, I will~” He teases before he leans forward to brush his lips against your cheek because you were the one who brought this opportunity to him, gave him this boyish thrill at being a ‘monster’ darting for prey. “I’m not sure about werewolves... but I know when wolves mate... they mate for life.”

Your breath hitches and his heart swells as you hold him tighter and he does the same.

Jaehee 

Jaehee secretly loves fall

It allows her to add accessories to her usually plain business attire and express some of her more... fashionable leanings. Even if she does lean towards practicality... she has a soft spot for thick, woolen scarves and mitts, and the seasonal drinks that pop up in the cafes around the town.

She doesn’t admit to stopping in to grab a pumpkin spice latte but she does

She doesn’t, however, always buy herself a new scarf because it is better to save money and use the worn, torn unraveling one she has.

It had been a gift from her mother from when she was a young teenager and she knows she should replace it but she can’t. It is invaluable- plus it works.

 It may not be as vibrant as her gloves (and whether anyone knows or not, the gloves did match the scarf... or at least the hue it was when she first got it) but it still did its job.

So when the first hints of a chill sweep through the air and she pulls out her beloved scarf, you are fondly amused but also horrified.

“Jae! That can’t possibly keep you warm.” You gasp and she curls her fingers protectively, bringing it closer to her chest and your heart pangs because her eyes are fixed on her bare toes as they dig into the carpet.

“It...serves its function.” 

Her voice is so quiet and tired that you immediately set down your spoon, ignoring the clatter and her surprised “[MC]?” so you can pull her into your arms.

“If it keeps you warm, then you can keep it a little longer, huh?” You chuckle.

Jaehee’s suddenly clutching on to you as if you might disappear if she lets you go.

“Yes...yes, I can.” 

“The colors are a bit faded but they suit you, Jae. Coffee with a splash of milk and gold.” You kiss her hair and when lifts her head with watery eyes and pink cheeks your lips brush her nose and lips. “Don’t you need to head to bed? Why don’t we leave it on the counter so you won’t forget it in the morning and I’ll lay with you until you go to sleep?”

“You’re not staying?” 

You have to hide the way your lips twitch, how they want to lift with her words, so you squeeze her close again. “No, I have to take care of something important.”

While she is sleeping, squished against your pillow as she tends to be when you two sleep at different times, you are meticulously and painstakingly pulling loosened threads and weaving bits of new color through the scarf. The holes are tricky but you manage... before you pass out

Jaehee finds you there when she sleepily pads into the living room but she stares at her scarf in your lap. There is now darker browns, maroons, and multiple shades of white yarn mixed into the dull brown and while it is still shaggy, it lacks some of the holes and the most of the ragged bundles of snagged threads.

Her heart swells along with the tears at the corners of her eyes and she makes her way over to you to kiss your cheek, chuckling quietly at your soft huff and snore.

“I love you, [MC].”

She might love fall just a little bit more but never as much as she loves you.

Luciel/Saeyoung

For Saeyoung, the cold air and the crunching leaves bring melancholy.

It is the time where the season for heat, ice creams, and good memories are coming to an end and the days grow longer and colder, emptier, and he throws himself into his work because he doesn’t like to thing about what he’s lost.

He doesn’t want to think about what he’s lost

His preparation for fall? Is to hide dive into more work

So, when you show up, he is doing just that, eyes locked on the screen and fingers flying over the keys.

You frown at that because there are Honey Buddha chip bags and overturned Ph. D Pepper cans littered all around him.

“When was the last time you ate?” You shake your head, stepping up on the elevated platform of his work station. “Or drank anything that wasn’t soda?” You wrap your arms around him and he tenses but doesn’t try to move you away. “Or showered... Luciel?”

“I am in the middle of something, [MC].”

Did he just...? Has he forgotten who you are?

You tighten your grip on your stubborn hacker and pepper his jaw, his neck, and just below his ear with kisses until he hisses sharply. You step back, just as he swivels in his chair and you smile. “There we go! Hi there, handsome.”

He glares at you but he looks exhausted with dark bags under his eyes. “I really have to concentrate...”

“You need a break.” You cross your arms but your gaze keeps darting over his face, his slumped shoulders, and the red splotches where his fingers have been rubbing his neck raw. “Even if it is just an hour- and a shower.” You add.

He looks like he is about to argue when you spin on your heel to step down and over to his kitchen. His expression shifts from frustration to bewilderment as he stands, knees and hips popping with his sudden movement, so he can follow you.

“What are you doing, cutie?”

“Do you have caramel?”

“Caramel?” Saeyoung repeats with a startled laugh. “Why would you need caramel?”

“Because salted caramel is the best thing about fall?” You answer with a grin over your shoulder as you throw open his cupboards and sigh.

Unfortunately, it was as you had feared. Vanderwood hadn’t stopped by to scold Saeyoung so his food supply was dismal but your annoyance at his horrible eating habits was subdued by his hearty laughter. “What?” You question, failing to keep the affection out of your tone.

“Nothing...nothing...” He giggles but they slow and eventually quiet as he leans on the counter, rubbing his eyes. “You just look so disappointed.”

“I wanted to make you some salted caramel apples but you don’t have the ingredients...” 

His eyes widen and his cheeks are dusted with color. “O-oh. I haven’t had salted caramel apples since I was a kid. V used to bring them to me when I first got into the agency... They were really sweet and--” He cuts himself off, realizing he’s said too much but also that he has forgotten that there were somethings he enjoyed about fall, even if Saeran--

You slam into his chest and you’re radiating heat and light. His hands jump up on their own to steady you by your shoulders before his arms slips around your back to stare at your sparkling eyes and how your energy thrums against his skin, making his lips peel back in a tired grin.

“Am I that irresistible?” He teases reflexively and now your cheeks match his.

“Not really...I just wanted to hug you but you reek, Luciel.” You scoff at him, hugging him tighter, even as you wrinkle your nose. You don’t say anything about how you wanted to wipe away that sadness that clouded his gold eyes because now...wasn’t the right time and it could wait until he was ready. “How about you take a shower while I go get some ingredients to make salted caramel apples? Then you can get back to work if you want.” 

He doesn’t go back to work after his shower because he joins you in the kitchen to cause chaos- and somehow caramel ends up in your hair, on his shoulder, and sugar all over the floor but when you two finally bite into the finished apples, they crunch under your teeth and fill your mouth with sweetness.

“Maybe salted caramel apples are the best part of fall.”

You grin and it doesn’t change the situation Saeyoung is in but he thinks that fall might not be as bad as he thought. 

Jumin

Autumn for Jumin is both a melancholic and cherished time. When he was younger, it used to mark the time when his father would (generally) slow down on his business trips to spend time with him. Autumn was also when he and Jihyun were starting school once more so they were almost always together, whether at Jumin’s house or Jihyun’s garden.

They were best friends forever close and they had been slowly repairing the gap the years had caused.

But... the falling leaves also marked the anniversary of his mother’s death and he can’t help but think it seemed fitting... because autumn is the season of change, the end of eras... and Jumin had always been resistant to the beginning of the end of periods of time.

He never wanted to let go of the things that brought out the best in him... because he already lost so much. 

He doesn’t like to think about it so his preparation for fall? 

He takes time off to visit those he cherishes... even if it is only for a weekend. 

He sends you a text so you can prepare for dinner with him the second he steps out of the office because he missed you when you were apart and it was gnawing at his chest. He had three whole days to enjoy you, Eliie, and the other dear people in his life without any distractions or worries.

While you had agreed to live in the penthouse, you had insisted on having your own space and apartment until your engagement came to its end. Jumin had been quick to propose and you to accept but after the RFA party... you two had a long and serious discussion about the timing and had agreed that a long engagement would satisfy his desire to make a public statement and yours to ensure your relationship would be the right choice for both of you.

He loved how sensible you had been even if he knew that you would be his partner for life already.

His nerves are crackling with anticipation but he wants to make sure that you are comfortable so he goes to his own apartment to wait for you to arrive, smiling down at Elizabeth as she rubbed against his ankles, chirping and purring.

“How are you, princess?” He coos as he loosens his tie and runs his fingers through his hair, trailing them down the back of his neck to try and relieve some of the tension gathered there. “I hope you weren’t too lonely without me.” 

He leaned down to pick up Elizabeth when he heard your amused voice. “I was just a little bit.”

 He lifted his head quickly, wincing subtly as his neck popped at sudden motion.

You were stunning- hair mussed from sleep, one of his rare colored button ups draped across your frame, and you were smiling so gently at him while you lounged against the wall, resting your hip on it. “I missed you, Jumin.”

One of your cheeks was red... probably from hugging onto his pillow. You liked to cuddle against his chest while you slept.

He stood up slowly, cradling Elizabeth loosely against his torso.

“Elizabeth missed you, too. Right, baby?” Your voice rose in pitch as you addressed Elizabeth and you moved closer so you could stroke her plush fur before you tugged the knot of his tie down even more so you could slip it from his head and unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt.

It helped him could breathe a bit easier.

“Does that feel a bit better?” Your voice is low and it knots his vocal cords because your eyes are clear and full of sleepy affection.

He can’t speak with how tight his throat is and he definitely can’t fight the tears stinging his eyes while you are fussing over him.

Your warm palm caresses his cheek and slides into his hair while you scan his face, brows knitted worriedly. 

“You look tired... You should probably sit down.” You squeeze his forearm, kissing his cheek and then between Ellie’s ears. “I didn’t get your text until just now... I missed you so I decided to nap in your bed but I overslept...” You yawn and cover your mouth quickly. “I should get ready for dinner-”

He rubs his thumb over Elizabeth’s forehead once before he gently places her on her feet so he can yank you into his arms.

 You squeak in surprise but bring your arms around him so your hands are between his shoulder blades and high up on his back. “Jumin?”

“Stay.” He manages that single word but not before you catch the hitch in his breath. 

You hug him tighter.

“Jumin...”

“Please, dearheart.”

“I am. I will.” You promise, sliding your hands over the warm fabric of his work shirt, trying to get him to relax a bit. “I’m just worried about you... Do you want to talk about it?”

He clutches onto you tighter. “I don’t really talk about my mother much and that is a pretty heavy dinner topic.”

“I know, but it might make you feel better.”

Tears are still streaking down his face and the air outside still has a bit of bite but he was in your warm embrace and his best friend was at home safe- finally truly safe.

Everything was still changing... but for the better but the heavy shadows the past still frightened him and--

He lets the sob he had been fighting escape his lips.

You squeeze him even more, tightening your grip, refusing to let him go.

You didn’t let go. He didn’t want you to let go.

The most wonderful, terrifying thing was... you weren’t letting go. You were staying, even as he crumbled in your arms.

Why were you so kind? 

Why would you choose me? He thought to himself.

I love you, I love you, I love you...

“I already feel better.” He mumbled instead, hiding his face in your neck as he breathed in your comforting scent. His tears smeared against your skin and he was a sniffling mess but the most important thing was...

 “You’re here.”

You are at a loss for words because those words steal the air from your lungs and shatter your heart in the same second.

You know your love is hurting but you aren’t sure how to help, what words to say, or what to do so you murmur, “I love you.” because you do- you love him so much- and you would do all you could to make sure he knew that even in his saddest seasons, you would be there for him as best as you could.

Even if you didn’t always get the actions or words right... That was enough for Jumin. He could get through the changes with you by his side.

Minor Trio

Jihyun

Jihyun had been buzzing with a quiet restlessness since the first week of September and while you didn’t know why exactly, his untold excitement made your chest bubble with joy because he was practically glowing.

Seeing him that happy made you happy...

However, that didn’t abate your curiosity.

There had been subtle shifts over the months: he had moved his unfinished paintings into the shaded corner of his living room and began amassing a small collection of seemingly random items. Some were expected- the small black and red tripod and its larger, sturdier counterpart but there was also a small ice chest, packages of different colored shoelaces, his worn sneakers, and some of his nicer shoes.

You finally broke when Jihyun came in, carrying a package of water bottles, with his bangs pinned back by one of the crystal pins Jumin had given to you as a gift. “Is there something going on, Jihyun darling?”

Jihyun flashed you that smile he always did when he wasn’t holding back his glee- bright, teeth-showing, and fuck, he was so breath-taking.

“Give me one moment, dear.” He answered as he set the bottles down, plastic crinkling as he did so. 

He let out a sharp exhale but he seemed fine, otherwise. You drifted closer to touch the crystal pin playfully, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

He snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer while you unclipped his bangs so you could pin back your own hair. 

He didn’t relinquish your lips until you giggled, leaning back. “Are you going to tell me now?” You teased. “Or will I find out later?”

“I was planning on telling you soon, angel.” Jihyun’s lips brushed your temple but his arms stayed around you as he swayed without a thought. “Today is just fine.”

He lets you go to guide you to the curtained window but you wait until he pulls back the light grey-blue curtains. 

You take in the bright leaves of the forest behind the house, tilting your head in a silent question.

Fiery reds, sunshiney yellows, and dull crispy browns... It was beautiful scene but it didn’t tell you what had your boyfriend so excited so you utter a quiet, “Jihyun?” to (hopefully) get a real answer.

“Aren’t the leaves gorgeous, [MC]?” His voice is so quiet and full of awe that the small amount of tension in your muscles from your impatience melts away. 

His eyes are locked on the brilliant colors and the way the light and shadows shift in the dying rays of sunlight. “They are my favorite part of autumn. I haven’t gotten to enjoy them as much since I was a teenager...” His gaze becomes distant, unfocused and sad. 

The juxtaposition of his peace and pain tugs at your heartstrings and you clutch on to him again, longing to bring his smile back again. “They are really beautiful, sky prince.”

He chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair. “They are... which is why I wanted to take a trip. The leaves should start falling soon...”

He peers down at you and you lock eyes with him. 

You can see his jaw clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, and you smile at him comfortingly.

You know it is still hard for him to open up to anyone that isn’t Jumin, but he had been opening up to you slowly and surely.

“Do you want to go see them?” You ask. It’s a gentle nudge, a reassurance that he was okay, that you wanted to listen.

“Yes.” He answers quietly. “There’s a mountain trail. It’s a bit of a drive but it also has a small cabin. We could go and see the leaves falling... It’s very beautiful. A shower of leaves.” His cheeks grow red and he tears his eyes away from you. “I-if you want. I could always go on my own, too...”

“I would love to.” You bump him with your hip. “You’ve been doing all this preparing without me!” You click your tongue in mock disapproval. “What else do we need?”

“Err...” He’s at a lost for words because you are vibrating with the same intensity he had been and he wasn’t prepared for you to be so enthusiastic. He hasn’t shared the peace that came with autumn with anyone that wasn’t Jumin...or...

He stops that thought in its tracks. He didn’t need to think about the past. He couldn’t go back and that... was okay. 

He would be okay.

 “I-I...uh... I can’t really recall off the top of my head, dear. I can make you a list if you want?” His heart is starting to pound heavily against his ribs of its own accord and he has to hold his breath so it won’t burst through its fragile prison.

You merely hum contentedly and murmur an easy “Okay.”, arms still wrapped just above his elbow. You lean your head on his shoulder and he can finally breathe, comforted by your acceptance and affection.

He really does worry too much. He was okay, here and now, with you.

 He may love fall but you were his spring, his present, and hopefully. his future.

Saeran/Ray

Since joining Mint Eye, Saeran very rarely celebrates anything and while he has a fondness for Halloween... he hasn’t (ever) been able to explore that very much but that doesn’t bother him.

Okay, maybe it does. Not at all.

You are being especially insufferable today, though... He can see you milling about in your room on one of his monitors. 

You were staring out the window, eyes glittering in the sunlight and you were just so... beautiful. Frustrating.

The files he had given you to sort are spread out on the desk but it is also littered with black and orange construction paper and where did you even get those?!

He doesn’t realize that he is calling you until your head lifts and the line clicks. 

You lick your lips and say, “Hello?”

“What are you doing?” He steels his voice but it isn’t nearly as harsh as it could be because you can’t see him so he can take in the way you purse your lips slightly when you are confused and how you tilt your head without having to school his features.

You aren’t afraid of him... and it shows when you wave at the camera.

His heart skips a beat

 What are you doing to him? Why aren’t you scared of him? Why are you always so sweet?

“Stop that.” He grumbles, pushing his hair away from his overheated face. “I want...” He pauses and it is a drawn out moment before he continues in a softer tone. “Can you tell me what you are doing?”

You seem hesitant, scraping your teeth on your lower lip and he is almost certain that you are going to ask for ‘Ray’ but you don’t.

You merely smile and reach for something on your desk. 

You lift up a small black...something.

“Like I can see that.”

“It’s a bat, Sae!” You huff at him like you usually do, but it’s the nickname he focuses on, that makes his suddenly dry tongue stick to the roof of his mouth.

You drift closer to where his camera is and you’re right- it is a bat... with goofy little white-inked circles for eyes and a tiny drop of red on the toothy, fangy grin.

...Suddenly, his is howling- full body quaking laughs that rattle his chest and make his sides hurt but he can’t stop. 

The bat is just...too cute and your indignant “Hmph!” is even cuter and he gasps for breath desperately, still shaking with mirth.

“Don’t make fun of my bat!”

“I’m not- that isn’t even scary!” Saeran manages before he is coughing, bending over his hacking station. “Halloween...is...for monsters and ghouls and...” His voices strained but he’s trying not to think about it, gritting his teeth.

“Do you like Halloween, Saeran?” Your voice is gentle, soft, and he closes his eyes.

Does he like Halloween? He doesn’t really know and he doesn’t like to remember... that place or how his brother would come back with melted, squished chocolate or how he always wanted to find some himself... for himself and Saeyoung.

“I...” He starts but he clenches his fist, ignoring the stinging in his eyes. “I have to get back to work.”

“Alright,” You say and he’s gazing into your eyes while you look into the camera lens. “If you think you can make a better bat, you can always come down here and show me. Until then, he stays.”

“You are ridiculous.” He sighs and he’s stalling. He shouldn’t be. “I can do better.” 

He’s pulled the phone away from his ear but he still hears your “Prove it.” before he disconnects the call.

He snorts. He doesn’t have to prove anything to you... just the Savior. 

His fingers touch the keys but he doesn’t do anything, staring at his code.

Prove it, prove it, prove it.

Damn it.

You open your door to his scowling face and your pleased expression makes this worth it annoys him even more

“Give me the damn scissors. I’ll show you how to make a creepy bat.”

Your little giggles vibrate against him as you peer over his shoulder as he clumsily draws the outline and while the outcome isn’t as creepy as he hopes... You beam when he shows you the finished product.

That is enough to have him smiling the rest of the week- even when the Savior is scolding him, or his code isn’t cooperating... Besides...

Yours sits on his desk. 

It is easily slipped under his mousepad because that is for him and him alone.

Vanderwood

Vanderwood doesn’t think much of any season, much less autumn. The nip in the air just means that the jacket draped across his shoulders is worn properly.

It also knocks his usually dependable internal clock out of whack and makes him more inclined to stay in bed, soaking in the coziness of you beside him and the softness of the downy blanket you had insisted upon using once September rolled around.

It really is your fault that he is waking up later but other than a few soft grumbles and a “I don’t have time to sleep my day away.”... He really doesn’t mind, if it means he can be close to you.

After all, you were his light... The one who yanked him from the shadows, even if you were infuriating.

However, he doesn’t appreciate waking up alone and for a moment, he is disoriented because the sharp aroma of cinnamon in the air has his groggy brain confused as to what year it is and who is in the apartment with him.

“Amari?” He murmurs, grinding his fist into his eye in a gesture he hasn’t done since he was fourteen. He blinks and the fog clears a bit. Where were you? His heart jumps into his throat. “[MC]?”

He tosses the covers back, ignoring the stiffness of his joints as he reaches under the bed for his tazer while he calls louder. “[MC]?”

“I’m in the kitchen!” You answer and it feels as if he can finally breathe again. You sound like you’ve just woken up- voice raspy and rough. 

He hesitates but he unwraps his fingers from the solid weight pressing against them so he can stand up, rolling his shoulders to work out the kinks as he goes to find you...

...Where you are pressing a fork onto the rice and softened cinnamon sticks with a determined expression.

“What are you doing?” 

He has an idea, has seen this done before, but it has been years and the synapses of his brain are shortcircuiting because you are wearing his jacket but the sleeves are shoved up to your elbows to avoid anything getting on it... and that small gesture of consideration steals his breath.

“Making Horchata...” You reply as you tap the fork on the side of the pitcher before scooting it down the counter so you can empty the strainer into the waste bin without making a mess. “It’s started getting cold, which means it would be perfect served hot!”

“You can drink it cold, too, you know,”

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Van--”

“Ugh... I don’t really care for that name.” Vanderwood interjects, shaking his head.

“I know but you won’t let me call you, Mic--”

“I’ll take Vanderwood over that, any day.”

You’re frowning at him and his chest clenches but he turns his chin with a click of his tongue.

You step close to him and slowly raise your hand to brush his hair behind his cheek. 

His heart is jumping and you linger but you pull back, respecting his need for space. 

He aches as you turn to pour quite a bit of rice water into the pot, scooping some of the ground cinnamon to sprinkle it in and reaching for the crystal sugar bowl you had gotten for him.

 “How sweet do you like yours?”

“I like my sugar with a splash of milk and honey.” He repeats the words Amari had told him years ago and your eyes widen as you beam. 

“Did your mentor say that?” You ask and he has to circle his arms around your waist. “Her name was Amari, right?”

“She said a lot of things.” He sighs, nuzzling you like a lazy cat. “But yes, she did. Unfortunately, I grew used to the taste.”

“A nonbinary royal after my own heart.” You joke as you dump in the first cup full of sugar. “After this, we should see about venturing out... I need to find a jacket- unless I can keep yours?”

“Absolutely not.” Van protests, kissing your cheek quickly and with the barest pressure. “I know the designer... maybe we can find something similar.”

“Hopefully, we can match!”

And, oh, if he wasn’t gone before, he was now.